#anyway bye i am grasping at straws

[popiplant]

hey did you guys notice the the uhm the lighting in these scenes. did you.

[crashquez]

me: social media doesnt mean anything

me: over analyzes every single one of marcs captions and scrutinizes every single shadow to figure out if theres a hint as to whether hes gonna be able to race soon

[melancholymetropolis]

No Idea

Pairings: Athlete!Kirishima x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: College AU The reader is Kirishima's History tutor and they kinda have a crush on each other. It takes an afterparty filled with horny guys and a skin-tight dress for Kiri to realize he wants them all to himself.

Warning: Do I even need to say it at this point? It's smut, obvi. Kinda unedited. The reader and her best friend are black. Kirishima is a football player; he's VERY possessive over the reader. Her best friend is a little gay for her as well.

Author's Note: This was a commission!!!!! The client gave me this insane prompt and I had no choice but to go over the word limit. If you want to commission me, click here! Your support really means the world to me. Enjoy!

Word Count: 5,300

“You’re back early!” My roommate, Liza, yelled from the other side of the apartment-style dorm room. The sound of her chair scraping the floor followed shortly after, along with the light footsteps of her sock-clad feet. “I left you a plate in the microwave, in case you were hungry. I could heat it up, if you’re too tired— why the long face? What happened?”

“He didn’t show up,” I sighed as I dropped my books on the table and sank into a chair.

“How can he not show up?” Liza fumed crossing her arms. “His GPA is already in the gutter from all the other quizzes he seemed to fail before the semester even started.”

“I know,” I replied in a bored tone.

“He’s on academic probation—”

“I know.”

“One more hiccup and he’ll be off the football team—”

“I know.”

“Not to mention how you practically have to bend backward to make time for him—”

“Mhm.”

“Just for him to flake on you for the third time! I just—”

“Liza, please,” I rose from my seat and stood in front of her. “You don’t have to be angry with me. It’s truly okay.”

“No! It’s not okay!” She stormed to the microwave and pulled the cover plate from the inside. She removed the foil and pushed it back into the device, before pressing the start button four times. She turns to face me and forces an angered sigh from her lips. “He likes you, you know that right?”

I lifted my books from the table and walked to our shared room. I took in the words that she threw at me with each step and digested them. Kirishima liked me. It wasn’t as though I didn’t have an inkling that he may be, sorta found me attractive. Although I wore glasses, I wasn’t blind. At least with them on. I saw the way he looked at me when we were less than a foot apart. Shoulders practically touching as we slouched over the Advanced American History textbook. Our hands brushing against each other’s ever so often. The sparkle in his eye when he looked at me longer than a few seconds; the blush on his cheeks when I smiled at his corny jokes. His persistent tendency to walk me home, although most times, we finished our study sessions just before dusk. The way he stayed glued to my side during the journey to my dorm. How he’d carry my books on the way. I noticed it all and practically welcomed it, since I too found him attractive. The spiky redhead just had a way of making everyone swoon over him. Kirishima was genuinely a nice person, not because there was something in it for him, but just because.

The beeping from the microwave brought me back to reality. I placed the textbooks on the designated space on the shelf and fixed my scattered stationery from that morning. Liza shuffled in with a bowl of baked fetta pasta, and a piece of toasted garlic bread a few minutes later. She placed the bowl on the desk, with a fork, a can of sparkling soda, and my favorite metal straw.

“What did I do to deserve you?” I said with a tired smile.

“Helped me pass ‘Text and Ideas’ with an A-,” Liza smiled back and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Oh right,” I took a seat at the desk and forked the starchy dish in my mouth. “This is heaven-sent.”

“I knew you’d like it!” She deemed walking to her own desk. “I got the recipe from tiktok.”

I hum in response and continued to stuff my face. After a few minutes of silence, I grab the phone from my back pocket and unlocked it. A new message from Kirishima was the newest notification from many and it said:

Hey, I am sorry for not showing up. My teammate got shitfaced and decided to take a dive into the fountain. It took three of us to pull him out. It sucks because I was really looking forward to seeing you.

Since my mouth had already filled to its brink with pasta, I opted for a tight-lipped smirk instead of a toothy one. Kirishima all but admitted that he missed me. My hunch was right: the feelings are mutual. I swallowed the pasta and swiveled around in my chair to look at Liza. Her eyes were glued to her phone, but she snapped her head up to laugh at the content on her screen. Once she was down laughing, I picked my phone up and pointed it in her general direction. Reaching forward, she grasped the device and quickly read the message.

“Don’t respond to him,” she said, handing the phone back to me.

“Why? I thought you were shipping us together?” I asked whilst forking more pasta in my mouth.

“That’s why I’m telling you what I am telling you!” Liza rose to her feet and in a split second, she stood in front of me with a sickening smile.

“I am afraid to ask,” I said with a sigh.

“You don’t have to; I’m gonna tell you anyway,” she squats between my legs and widens her smile. “That boy is already wrapped around your finger, all you need to do is pull away. Just a tiny bit and he’ll come running.”

“Liza. . .”

“Hear me out!” She rose to her feet again and walked to the closet. “Remember when I went thrift shopping last week and I picked up that cute bodycon dress?”

“Yeah. . . ?”

“Well, I washed it and realized that it didn’t have the BODY to fill it out properly.” She pulls the dress from the closet and turns back to me. “And since the Homecoming Afterparty is at the Quarterback's house tomorrow night, I thought it would be the perfect time for you to wear it.”

I eye the dress, taking in its extremely short length and strappy detailing on the front. One wrong move and my breasts would spill right out of it. But, one right move would have them fall onto Kiri’s lap. I tried my best to list the pros and cons of the situation. Pondering what I could get out of the ordeal going to the lion’s den dressed as a gazelle. Yet, all I could imagine was me twerking on someone’s son and taking him home afterward.

💘🖤💘🖤

The dress fit like a glove: perfectly tight, almost like a second skin, but very breathable. I paired it with some hoop earrings, a few bangles on each wrist, and 3-inch kitten heels. My goal was to dress to impress, not nurse my aching arches by the end of the night. The entire ride over to the nicer part of town was nerve-wracking, for one, the Uber driver wouldn’t stop staring at my cleavage from the driver’s mirror. And, secondly, Liza practically had phone sex with her boyfriend, who was going to meet us at the party. I stared down at my phone the whole time, rereading Kiri’s message and the ones he sent afterward. It was true, he was wrapped around my finger. He didn’t double text; Kirishima sent five messages in a row.

Hey, are you free tomorrow? I wanted to talk about yesterday.

I’ll buy you that weird thing you like from Starbucks.

The drink you said that tastes like the moon.`

And I’ll get you those cake pop things.

My heart couldn’t help but flutter; I didn’t know he was paying that much attention to me. I only mentioned that Starbucks drink once in his presence, quite a while ago. It had to be a little over a month ago, yet he still remembered.

The car stopped and Liza popped right out. Her 34 inch Brazilian, straight swaying behind her as she closes the door. Still chatting with her boyfriend, she motions me out of the car with an eager smile. Reluctantly, I detach myself from the cool leather and tug on my dress as I closed the door behind me. I looked up toward the mansion before me, white paint and overwhelming size almost frightened me. But, when I saw a familiar, spiky-haired, redhead, all my potential fear left my body and warmth replaced it.

Kirishima’s back was to me; he was having an intense conversation with his best friend, Bakugo, one of the team’s Linebackers. The blond was so close to popping a fuse but Kiri was struggling to keep from laughing directly in his face. I approach the porch, slow and sensual, my eyes glued to him the entire walk over. Kirishima briefly turns around to address a comer of the group, Sero, an offensive player, when his eyes come up the steps. The humorous expression on his face drops and is replaced with awe. The other two boys look in the direction of his eyesight and replicate his reaction.

“Hi—” I lifted my hand to wave, but it never made it past my abdomen. Liza appeared right in front of me and captured my wrist.

“Girl, it’s our song! Hurry up!” She said as she proceeded to drag me into the house.

“Bye—! Wait, damn!”

Liza pulled me to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the living room of the home. She starts to bop side to side, swaying her hips in place. It takes me a few seconds to register that “34+35” was blasting the speakers. Liza twirls around me in a fit of giggles and continues to bop along to the music.

“I thought you liked “positions” better than this track?” I questioned as I matched her rhythm.

“I do! I just had to get you out of there,” Liza answered as she swayed her head back and forth. Which made her hair move in an angelic wave behind her bandeau top and pencil skirt. “Those three guys looked like they wanted to run a train on you.”

“ELIZABETH!!!!” I screamed with a shocked smile.

“What?! I’m not lying!” She gives me a bashful smirk. “You look so good, mamas! Shit, you're making me rethink my relationship with Shinso.”

“Oh my god!” I laughed. “I can’t take your ass anywhere, for real!”

The song began to fade out and bleed into “Pussy Talk” with the infamous City Girls. Liza’s soft bops began to move into full booty bouncing. Soon her hands are on her knees and she’s throwing her ass back on my lap. I press my hand flat on her back and lift my other hand in the air. She whines her waist and looks back at me as her inner hot girl is threatening to make an appearance. Shortly after the first verse, Liza straightens her back and dances around me as I bop to the side, bouncing my ass to the music. A smile comes to my lips as my favorite part plays on full blast.

“Pussy talented, it do cartwheels,” Liza and I screamed in unison. “And he pay ‘cause he like how that part feel.”

“Pussy give speeches, heartfelt,” I continued, popping my back against my friend.

“Yuh,” Liza ad-libbed.

“Said the pussy really talk like it Garfield,” I rapped as I felt Liza’s hands glide up my sides.

“It do!”

We danced around each other for the rest of the song and pulled away from the floor, desperately needing to hydrate. We practically stumbled toward the makeshift bar across the living room. We reached into the cooler and pulled out two bottles of water. We chugged the water and tossed the empty bottles in the trash.

“Only water, ladies?” Mineta asked as we turned back towards the dance floor. “You don’t want something a little. . . stronger?”

“Get lost, grape juice,” a familiar voice suddenly came out of nowhere.

Just a few feet behind the purple blob stood Kirishima and Shinso. If looks could kill, Mineta’s body parts would be staining the marble floors and messing up my fresh pedicure. The poor excuse for a human scurried away as both football players approached us. Shinso instantly wrapped his arms around Liza and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“Having fun, baby girl?” His low voice sounded sensual against the harsh music.

A seductive smile falls on Liza’s face. “I would’ve had even more fun if you actually danced with me for once.”

“You know I don’t like—”

“Too bad!” She pulled Shinso to the dance floor.

Leaving me alone with Kirishima. I turned to look at him and offered him an awkward smile. “How was your diving lesson?”

The redhead returned my smile and scratched the back of his neck. “So you did read me my texts? I was starting to think you were mad at me or something.”

“Not at you, per se,” I replied thinking of my words carefully.

“Then who were you mad at?” Kirishima closes the distance between us and puts a finger under my chin. He redirects my attention to his face and gives me a smirk.

He looked good and he knew it. He wore a simple white t-shirt and black ripped jeans. But, he paired it with a burgundy leather jacket and a Cuban link silver chain. He had a gold wristwatch on his left wrist and a simple chain on his right. And his cologne. . . it danced in my nostrils. It wasn’t too heavy or suffocating; you simply had to be close to him to smell it.

Kirishima was playing a dangerous game and he knew it.

“At the people that take you away from me,” I looked at him with doughy eyes and slightly parted lips. A look of innocence was written all over my face.

Kirishima clenched his jaw and briefly looked away. A blush starting to form on his cheeks. “Well, I—. Shit.” He remained silent for a few seconds, gathering his words, before saying “You don’t know what you do to me, Y/N.”

“And what’s that?” I asked while removing his hand from my chin and bringing it to my lips. I gently kiss his bruised knuckles, never breaking eye contact while doing so.

The redhead opens his mouth to speak but is rudely interrupted by a yelling Liza.

“GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, BITCH!!!! THEY’RE PLAYING OUR SONG!!!!”

While I was talking to Kirishima, the music seemed to slip away. I had no idea what was playing until I refocused my attention on the blaring speakers. “Come on, Kiri. Duty calls.” I drag him to the dance floor.

Liza unlatches herself from Shinso and twirls around me. “I’m not shy, I’ll say it. I’ve been picturing you naked.”

“I’m a little faded, you look like a fucking painting,” I continue the verse as I glide my hands along my body. “Big doe eyes, amazin’. She’s everything I’ve been prayin’.”

Liza walked up to Kirishima and glided her hand along his chest. “Me and your girlfriend playin’ dress-up house.” She pressed two fingers against her lips and poked her tongue out. “I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch.”

Kirishima blushes a bright red, nearly matching his hair. It takes everything in me not to laugh.

I look back at Shinso and he’s just shaking his head with a smile on his face.

“Go get your girlfriend, before she devours your teammate,” I said giggly quietly.

“Go get your best friend before she kills your loverboy,” Shinso counters looking down at me with a smirk.

“He looks like he's gonna pass out,” I replied, struggling to contain my laughter.

“If you think that’s bad, you should’ve seen him when you were twerking on Liza,” Shinso jested while leaning closer to me. “Eijiro looked like he came in his pants.”

I smacked his arm and leaned against his chest. “You’re lying!” Laughter overcame my body; tears were gathering in the corners of my eyes.

“I swear to god,” Shinso struggled to say while laughing. “Then, when Bakugo called you hot. . . Eiji almost went feral.”

“Stop. . . I can’t breathe. . .”

“You better fuck him like the world is ending. . . I can’t keep stopping him from. . . fighting the entire team over you.”

“You and Liza. . . perfect for each other. . . I cannot. . .”

The song swiftly faded out into another. Yet another one of Liza’s favorites: Buss it by Erika Banks.

The young woman peeled herself from Kirishima and began walking to her boyfriend. I distanced myself from Shinso and walked over to Kirishima. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. “Are you okay, Kiri?” A smile painted my lips.

His eyes darkened and he gripped my waist firmly. “I want you. . . so bad right now.”

“How about we get outta here?” I suggested with a raised eyebrow.

“Go say goodbye to your friends, I’ll bring the car around,” Kirishima asserted with a smirk. He pressed a kiss to my forehead before detaching himself from me and walking out of the living room.

I turned back to Shinso and Liza, who were seconds away from eating each other’s face off. I tapped the loving couple and cleared my throat. They both pulled away and stared at me.

"We're leaving," I said simply.

"About fucking time," Liza replied with a smirk. "You better come back to the dorm in a goddamn wheelchair, if not, I'm sending you back to his place."

"You have like zero chill," I shook my head and waved goodbye.

"Don't forget to use protection!" Liza yelled after me.

A chuckle fell from my lips as I walked out of the front door. I found Kirishima exactly where he said he'd be: parked in front of the massive house, within a bright red mustang. He exited the car and walked around to the passenger side of the vehicle. He opened my door and helped me get in. Kirishima made sure I was buckled in and comfortable before entering the car on the driver's side.

He starts the vehicle, and places his right hand on my thigh. He gives the plush fresh a securing squeeze before pulling away from the curb.

The drive was short and sweet, averaging around ten minutes. We parked across the street from the boys’ dorm hall and exited the car. Kirishima opened my door and helped me out of the vehicle.

"If you don't want this, I could always take you home," he said as he shut my door. "I don't want to pressure you into anything."

"I want this more than you know," I responded while gripping his hand. "But, if I ever feel uncomfortable, I'll let you know."

Kirishima nods and smiles. "Good girl. Now let's go."

The moment his dorm's door closed, his body was pressed against mine and his hand glued to my waist. His lips massaged against my own, slow and sensually. I moaned against the kiss, and pressed my body closer to his. He felt so good attached to me, almost like he was meant to be against me. His searing hot kisses inched down my jawline and to my neck. Kirishima's hands slid up my abdomen and to my shoulders, he slipped the straps from the curved surface and pulled away just enough just to allow me to remove them from my arms.

He kissed the other side of my neck, leaving little bites here and there. The redhead ran his tongue against my collarbones and I swear a flood rushed to my nether regions. Kirishima kissed down and left my breast, gathering the anticipation that swirled through my body before latching his lips on my nipple. A throat my moan fell from my mouth and my legs jolted slightly. My mind continued to fog as he nestled against the sensitive bud, while happily moaning against the soft flesh. I pressed one hand against the front door and another in his hair.

Pants left my lips as I began to squirm underneath his body. "Take me to the bed, please," I begged while looking down at him. " I want you so bad, Kiri."

The redhead detached himself from my breast and gripped my chin. "Say my name, baby." His red eyes stared deeply into my brown ones, taking in every little detail of my expression.

"Eijiro," I said breathlessly.

"Say it again," he broke eye contact and gripped my waist.

"Eijiro."

His hands slipped down the curve of my rear and to my legs. He lifted limbs from off the ground and wrapped them around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his leg immediately afterward and giggled.

He walked further into the dorm room and passed through another dorm. He sits me on the extra-long twin bed and falls to his knees between my legs. Kiri unlatches my strappy heel and tosses it to the other side of the room. While he does the other foot, a smirk presses against his lips.

"What?" I asked while looking down at him.

"I'm just thinking about how this started," he said while smiling. "How my shifty grades gave me the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Stop it," I counter with a blush on my face. "You're exaggerating."

"Baby, I mean it with every fiber of my being when I say this," he leaned forward. "I've wanted to be with you for a while now, I just didn't know if you'd like me back. And I was kinda ashamed of taking so long to say something because you're so sweet and you really helped me a lot with Advanced American History. I didn’t want you to think I was using you for information or anything."

I leaned forward and pressed my lips on his forehead. "I liked you even before I officially knew you. When you beat the shit out of that guy that tried to home a drunk girl."

"I don't even remember that."

"It was during a Halloween party last year, that was when I first saw you. And I thought, "wow I wish more men like him existed in this world"."

"I can't believe you remember that."

"How could I not? You basically saved that girl's life and dignity. You were the only human being in a room full of predators. That's when I knew I wanted you for myself."

Kirishima laughs. "Greedy, little Y/N."

I shrugged.

"Come here."

I gathered the football player into my arms and pressed my lips onto his. Taking in every ounce of his kiss. Sucking on his bottom lip. Slipping my tongue within his mouth. Tugging against his collar to close the distance between us. After a few seconds, Kirishima kissed down my body again until he was face to face with my heated center. He scrunched the dress around my waist and pulled my panties off my legs before spreading my legs wide open.

"Oh… look how wet you are, baby," he kissed the soft skin in between my thighs. "All for me."

Kirishima dipped his head between my legs and took a long swipe at the sticky mess between them. A shiver ran along my spine, Arching my back, I released a soft whimper and spread my legs further apart. He dipped his tongue into the smooth canal repeatedly, bobbing his head as he completed the action. His calloused hands slid up my legs once more and hooked around my thighs. Kiri moved his hot mouth from the very bottom of my womanhood to the top, leaving a long string of spit along the way. The redhead sucked on the protruding bud tenderly; with hollowed cheeks, he looked up from my heat and stared into my eyes. I bit my lip and moaned loudly.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I arched my back against his mouth and bucked my hips slowly.

Kirishima released my bud with a silent “pop” and began lapping the rosy, pink button in great haste. My legs jolted at the new source of stimulation and a throaty whine fell from my lips. Squeezing my eyes shut, I squirmed underneath his mouth, desperately wanting to add more friction. Kiri noticed my slutty movements and began to move his tongue even faster.

“Ah. . . just like that, don’t stop,” my fingers gathered my bosoms and gave them a firm squeeze. The walls of my slick cave began to clench and release themselves at a faster pace. Tingles rose up my body, swirling against my lower abdomen, almost numbing my lower half entirely. Then, a searing sensation ripped through me, causing my hips to raise from the bed and my knees to shake. A low scream left my mouth as I felt the throbbing of my bud increase tremendously.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” My hips fell on the bed again and my legs shook violently. Kirishima steadied them as much as he could before a whole another wave hit my body and my entire being went still.

“Ah! Eijiro!” I screamed as the pleasure shot through my body for the last time. Pants left my throat and short spurts, just as sweat dripped from my forehead. I looked down at Kirishima, who had just pulled away from my spasming cunny. He had a look of astonishment on his face, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked down at my wrecked body, taking in the shaking limbs, the thin layer of sweat upon it, and the scrunched-up dress at the waist.

“You sounded so hot screaming my name,” he finally said after a few seconds of silence. “No one has ever made it sound so good as you.”

“Well, grab a condom and I’ll scream your name for the rest of the night,” I replied with a smirk. “If you can last that long.”

“Oh, baby,” Kiri’s smile widened. “You have no idea.”

He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a box of condoms from the top drawer. He ripped one off the sleeve and walked back over to me. I pulled the scrunched-up dress over my head and tossed it to the side. I looked over at Kiri and he’d already stripped himself of his T-shirt. He was currently unbuckling his belt with the condom packet in his mouth. His massive bulge immediately caught my eye and I moaned in anticipation. Kirishima rips the packet open with his teeth and rolls latex down his throbbing shaft. My walls clench at the delicious sight and I could feel my nipple begin to stiffen

“If you’re still tired, we can wait a little—” Kirishima begins to say before I cut him off.

“Eijiro, stop being nice and fuck me like a slut.”

His lips were on mine within the next heartbeat. His hands roamed every crevice of my body, taking in the soft tissue and stretchmarks lovingly. His throbbing member slowly slid into me with little to no friction. He made sure to thumb my clitoris while inserting himself, just so he wouldn’t hurt me. And I swear, I was seconds away from asking him to marry me. He gently moved his hips backward, and then pushed forward again. Highlighting his first stroke. He looked at the crimson hue on my face and leaned down to kiss me.

“You are so pretty, princess,” Kiri groaned softly, as he moved his hips at a gentle pace. “So, so pretty.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again. Our tongues danced together as his member tenderly kissed my sensitive walls with each thrust. Kirishima moaned against my lips, as he took in every part of that union. He hiked up one of my legs and hooked it around his waist while he cradled the back of my neck with the other. He looked into my eyes as he increased the pressure of his strokes and their depth. My mouth hung open, and drool poured from the side of it as he kept up the sickening pace. My eyes began to roll back as throat moans rose from the depth of my body.

“Oh God. . .” I slurred as the pleasure increased within my body.

“Aww look at my pretty baby,” Kiri grunted as he rested his hand on my neck. He pressed his thumb between my lips.

I sucked on the digit and looked into his eyes. He moved his hips faster and my lips separated from around the finger. Pants fell from my lips as I felt his member sensually assault my cervix. After a few minutes, Kirishima suddenly pauses and hikes one of my legs up to his shoulders. He readjusts his body, leaving his hand on my neck and placing his hand on my clit. Kiri began to rock his hips in a powerful, but steady motion. He rubs the throbbing bud in a gentle motion, slowly gathering every ounce of pleasure within my body. The pace of my breathing increased rapidly, as the pool in my stomach began to inflate. Whimpers fell from my lips as I gripped the sheets underneath me.

“I’m so close. . .” I whispered through tight lips. “Please don’t stop. . .”

“You’re squeezing me so deliciously tight, baby,” Kirishima grunts as a droplet of sweat drops from his brow. “Milking my cock for everything it’s worth. What a greedy little cunny you have.”

“Eijiro. . . I wanna cum so bad,” I whimpered through pants. “Please let me cum, baby.”

Kirishima curses under his breath and releases his hand from my throbbing bud. He places both hands onto my neck, thumbs pressing against my jaw. He eases his body forward and keeps his sickening pace. “You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.”

I sucked in a breath and wrapped my hands around his forearms. I furrow my brows and pant with my mouth open. “You make me feel so good, Eiji. So fucking good!”

“You’re mine, you hear me?” He drops his hands from my neck and presses his forehead to mine. “You don’t get to fuck anyone else. . . . .You don’t get to be with anyone else. . . .My name will be the only name you moan for the rest of your life, do you understand?”

I nod. “I understand.”

“You’re mine and no one else's.”

He pulls me into a searing hot kiss. Drinking in all the love and energy throughout my body. I hook my arms around his neck and moan against his lips. Suddenly, I felt an intense rush of adrenaline pass through my body and everything seemed to go silent. A low ringing noise sounded in my ear as my mouth fell open. I dug my arms into his back and clung to his body. Every fiber of my being tensed and my mind went completely blank for several seconds. Then, slowly, my body released itself and collapsed onto the bed. I opened my eyes lazily to see Kirishima’s eyes tightly closed and his hips slightly shaking. Once he finished his ride, his body relaxed and he lowered my leg from his shoulder. He pulled me into an embrace and pressed another kiss onto my lips.

I pulled away from the kiss and looked into his crimson eyes. “Were you serious about calling me yours?”

“Ugh. . . yes?” He replied hesitantly. Then, he added “If that’s okay with you! I don’t wanna force you—”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I cut him off with a smirk.

“Oh, I was worried for a second.”

“The only thing you should be worried about is your Advanced American History grade.”

“Oh, right. . .”

“You miss another one of my sessions, I’ll ignore you again.”

“Please don’t! I will be present at every session.”

“Good. And you have to be Starbucks.”

“The drink that tastes like the moon?”

“Matcha latte with 2 pumps of chai. Yup.”

“And two chocolate cake pops.”

“Mhm. You know me so well.”

[gleeandshame]

Gbbo 2022 ep 6 Halloween week

Missed some of the blogging again anyway

Oh yeah Janusz and Sandro in makeup

Maxy with the handshake

Syabira!!! Shake!!! Flavors

Ahhh them hugging

Technical challenges just grasping for straws nowadays

Americas… s’mores a little weird saying sometimes

What is this biscuit, what. No one would ever make this by scratch

S’Mores are supposed to be mush

Syabira should be safe that makes me happy

Syabira and Maxy hugging again :)

I should eat a bug one of these days

“Child prodigies” “put that in room 101”

I am getting sleepy (commentary missing)

Sandro with a perfect ball

Maxy panicking 😥

Noel wants to be drilled by Sandro

White people (in reference to chili)

Janusz is very neat. Great color on the biscuit

I like Abdul but he’s a bit hit or miss

Something with the nuts not hanging out

Old woman is basic? Surprise

Syabira your scary mind (affectionate)

I love Syabira

Everyone looks so happy for her

Bye bye

“Let’s kill ****”

[btxtreads]

perfectly perfect | choi soobin (5)

part of the arcadia academy series

↳ pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader ��� word count: 1.5k words ↳ rating: G ↳ genre: Highschool!au, Jock!Soobin, mostly fluff, white prince!Soobin,,, also Soobin lets himself get dragged around a lot, tsundere!Soobin but nothing that’s too much to handle ↳ series: Arcadia Academy

(please also read “Personal Best,” Arcadia Academy’s Beomgyu series by @bffsoobin​​ 💖)

a/n: i am a big fat liar and did this instead of my job so I guess here’s an update tonight. Go check the post after this for the teaser of my next fic juiceayo.

It was the day after the festival.

What was once hallways bustling with students and visitors playing game, eating food and having fun was now back to its dull state as a normal high school with classes and boring old teachers droning about the anatomy of a human being.

It was here that Y/N approached Soobin, in the middle of a busy hallway with students rushing around as classes start getting dismissed.

“Soobin,” Y/N cleared her throat, making him stop in his tracks.

In her hands was a crumpled brown paper bag.

Taehyun, who was under Soobin’s grasp at the time, ducked out of his hold—backing away with a sympathetic smile at the girl.

It was no secret—Soobin was notorious for rejecting girls, albeit politely.

Everyone in the hallway stopped, watching the incoming trainwreck.

“Oh, no, the president fell in love with Soobin? That’s unfortunate,” “I feel so bad for her,” “Soobin’s going to reject her, this is going to be so funny!”

“This is for you,”

A trainwreck that would never come.

For the first time ever, Soobin didn’t smile and bow.

Soobin didn’t shake his head and apologize for rejecting her confession.

Instead, he frowned and slowly took the bag.

“What’s this?” He asked, taking out the contents.

It was his hoodie, freshly washed and dried, along with a chocolate bun.

“The hoodie?” he dead-panned.

“And bread,” Y/N coughed. “You, uh, said you liked sweet stuff,”

Soobin narrowed his eyes at her, making her blush bright red.

“Well, thanks for letting me borrow your hoodie,” Y/N nodded, embarrassed enough. “Bye, then,”

She turned to leave before Soobin’s voice cut through the awkward silence.

“Hey, pres,”

“Yes?” She turned back, seeing Soobin sling the paper bag behind his shoulder.

Y/N stuck out her hands just in time to catch the hoodie Soobin threw her way.

“Wear it today,” He said.

At this, Y/N gaped.

Whispers started around them as Soobin nonchalantly opened the wrapping of the chocolate bun.

“What is happening?” “Isn’t that Soobin’s Arcadia Academy hoodie? Like with his jersey number and everything?” “Why is he eating the food? He never eats it himself, he just accepts it,” “Did she confess already?”

Y/N looked back at him.

“Uh,” She blinked as Soobin chewed.

“Hm?”

Taehyun was only at the side, his wide eyes dancing from his hyung to her and back in confusion.

“Why are you giving me this?” Y/N asked.

Soobin stopped, wracking his head for an excuse.

“Your—uh,” He stuttered, blushing red. “Because your jacket looks ugly,”

Y/N blinked.

“It’s the school blazer.”

“Exactly,” Soobin nodded, taking Taehyun closer to him. “Oh, look! Taehyun’s late for class, bye!”

He dragged Taehyun down the hall, the sea of students parting for him as Taehyun screamed after him.

“Class is over and we’re waiting for Hueningkai!”

From behind Y/N, a hand patted her back.

“Nice meeting you!”

It was Hueningkai, one of Soobin’s favorite volleyball juniors, shooting her a smile. he giggled, similar to how Soobin usually does. “Congrats, bye!”

He smiled one last time before bolting after his hyung and Taehyun.

“Soobin-hyung, the gym is this way!”

Y/N can only grin.

Choi Soobin—what a guy.

In the library, Y/N ran over multiple reviewers and notes as she revised for the upcoming college entrance exams.

She settled in her seat, Soobin’s hoodie practically swallowing her with how big it was on her figure.

Still, it was comfy, and even if she did take very good care to wash it carefully—it still smelled so much like him.

“Hey, the boy’s volleyball team is practicing right now, right?” “Yes, for nationals!” “Let’s watch. You know how Soobin’s face destresses me,” “You mean Beomgyu? Uh, he’s so hot,” “Yeonjun, actually. I like a guy who knows what he’s doing,” “They’re all hot, can we go now?”

Y/N’s head snapped up, head turning to the girls conversing as they exited the library.

So, they’re practicing for Nationals, huh?

Y/N shook her head and gathered her files.

“I should continue these at home,” She muttered her self, checking the time.

4:00 PM.

Shoving her papers in her backpack, she left the library—stopping short at the sight of Choi Soobin leaning on a tree trunk outside the building.

In his hands was a bottle of banana milk, which he was turning over with his hands.

He was muttering under his breath before he pushed himself off the tree and turned to leave.

“Soobin?” Y/N called, making him flinched and turn with eyes wide. “You look like a deer caught in headlights,”

“Ah, yeah,” He chuckled nervously.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked, her hands slipping inside the pockets of his hoodie.

His eyes darted to her figure, smiling slightly at seeing the hoodie.

“Uh, I got this for you,” Soobin said, throwing the banana milk her way.

Y/N gasped as she caught it in her hands.

“Why?”

“Just felt like it,” Soobin shrugged as he reached the girl, giving her the straw. “Here you go,”

“Thanks,” she smiled, taking a sip of the drink. “I thought you had volleyball practice,”

“It’s just practice,” He shrugged as Y/N turned to walk away.

Y/N smiled as she heard him shuffle behind her, following her.

“So?”

“I can’t want practice today,”

“So,” Y/N turned to him as he fell into step with her. “What exactly do you want me to do with that?”

“I can’t practice today because I don’t have my hoodie with me,” He shrugged, muttering. “I get cold sometimes,”

Y/N stopped walking and looked down at the hoodie.

“You told me to wear it, and hoodies during practice?”

“Yes, I can’t function well without it,”

“I mean, you have like three of these, but okay,” Y/N shrugged, moving to take it off.

“Wait, no!” Soobin stopped, Y/N taking her hands away from the hoodie. “Don’t take it off,”

“Why?”

“You look cute,” Soobin muttered under his breath before speaking up. “I mean because it’s cold,”

“But you said you wanted it,”

“No, I said I can’t practice without it,”

“Well, you got to practice now, right?” Y/N asked, making Soobin grumble.

“But I gave you that,”

Y/N raised her eyebrows before shaking her head with a laugh.

“Okay,” she smiled. “What do you want me to do, then?”

“Nothing,” Soobin shrugged. “I just go where my hoodie goes,”

“Ah, okay, then.” Y/N nodded before taking his hand. “Where do you want it to go?”

Soobin blinked, smiling softly before intertwining their hands shyly.

“I don’t know,” He muttered. “Wherever you want to go,”

“Hm,” Y/N smiled, continuing to walk with Soobin’s hand gripping hers tightly. “What if I want to go home and study?”

Soobin scrunched his nose up.

“I mean, I was thinking the arcade,” He said.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?”

“You have volleyball practice, volleyball prince.”

Soobin scoffed, swinging their hands in protest.

“Hey, can’t a guy blow off some steam? Besides, I told you to stop calling me that!” He whined as Y/N laughed.

At this, Soobin continued.

“Anyways, I wanted to go back to that basketball machine, you know? I’m really good at basketball too. When we were there, there was this volleyball prize—it was a good volleyball brand—and I really want it, but it’s like 5,000 tickets and I want to get it but I have to go to the arcade and actually win the tickets to—“

Cutting off his rambling, Y/N reached up and stole a peck from his lips.

Soobin froze, looking down at the girl who started to giggle at him dumbfounded expression.

“Ha, look at you! You look stu—“

Soobin took his face in her hands, leaning down and crashing his lips on hers.

Y/N smiled, hands trailing up to cover his that was cupping her face.

The kiss was soft, gentle, shy—the kiss she was expecting, but yet it was so much better than she imagined.

His lips were soft and plush like pillows—or maybe clouds—and there was no awkard clashing of noses or teeth.

Just her and him, right there.

Y/N pulled away with a smile as Soobin started to giggle, pressing quick pecks to her lips, nose, cheeks, anywhere on her face.

“Hey, hey, stop!” Y/N laughed as Soobin smiled again, planting another kiss on her lips with his hands tight around her waist.

She pulled away once more, pulling his hands off of her waist and intertwining it with his.

“Okay, now follow your hoodie to the arcade,”

Soobin grinned.

“I’d follow it everywhere,” Soobin said before stopping. “But right now, let’s go to the arcade please, baby?”

“Baby?” Y/N laughed teasingly as Soobin placed another peck on her lips.

“I’m doing everything I can for you to say yes, I really want that ball.”

Y/N laughed as Soobin wrapped his arm around her waist, giving her another kiss before dragging her to the arcade.

Everything was perfectly perfect.

[raindropsbarzy]

needy

summary: you always want your boyfriend’s attention no matter how desperate you sound

word count: 1392

warning: strong language, mentions of smut

a/n: hii guys! okay psa i’m new to this whole hockey boys thing, i just got into them for two weeks so i don’t know a lot of things yet. i’ve always been a fan of harry styles but look where i am now lol. i write his fics too so if you wanna, go check them out on my blog . anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this new short and mediocre fic that i wrote and tell me what you think. i posted it here bc my mat’s blog keeps crashing bdsdbqjkd. anyway hope this is okay

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you and mat have been together for two years. the two of you met at one of the games that you had no plan to attend but your friend made you come. she forced you to wear a NY isles jersey though knowing you had no interest in hockey players whatsoever.

‘it’ll be fun Y/N! Plus hockey boys are cute as fuck. Time to feast your eyes’

you prayed that she was wrong but God no, she wasn’t. as the two of you sat down in one of the seats she had bought while watching the game, you found yourself intrigued with a man who has the number ‘13′ written in the back of his jersey. the way his eyes were so focused on his opponent and how he rammed the enemy against the glass was enough to make you interested.

he was too.

as he turns around to face his coach, hearing him lecture about his temper during the game, those eyes of his managed to locked with yours for a quite while.

he did a double-take at first. seemingly couldn’t believe a gorgeous woman was sitting there, watching the game while wearing his team’s jersey. Beautiful piercing eyes looking right back, and you seemed so confident as you stare at him. smirking to yourself as you watch the handsome man. his tongue licking over his pink lips while looking at you up and down. shamelessly checking you out.

throughout the entire game, you’ve noticed that he played a bit more aggressively and showing off his skills, earning a few cheers from his fellow teammates. every time he scored a goal, his eyes searched for you. as if letting you know that he’s doing it to show you off, to make you realize that he’s one hell of a player.

and now here you are, two years and still counting with your charming boyfriend. laying naked on the apartment you two share.

“baby are you busy today?” mat asks as he steps away from the bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth. Only dressed in grey sweatpants that are hanging loosely. watching you lay on the bed half-naked.

you sit up straight, glancing at his naked chest while clutching the blanket close to your chest to cover your bare breasts. “I don’t know matty. I just woke up so” you sass him, hearing him chuckle and nod his head. “but I might stop by at Olivia’s. We have a project to work on and it’s due on Monday.”

he nods once again, disappearing back into the bathroom to rinse his mouth. “why you asked?” you run your hands through your locks, untangling the knots. leaning back against the headboard.

“Tito’s having a party at his place. He wanted us to come. Told me he missed spending time with one of his favorite girls” he rolls his eyes at that, obviously feeling a bit jealous making you giggle at him. “Baby you know I only got eyes for you.” he smiles after hearing you, walking closer towards the bed when you wiggle your finger at him.

crawling towards the edge of the bed slowly, hand still gripping the blanket tightly against your breasts to make sure it doesn’t fall. He stands right before you as you get on your knees, looking up at him.

“how do you look so fucking beautiful in the morning, it’s beyond me” he breathes out, letting his hand caress your soft cheek making you lean against his palm. “I’m a lucky bastard, eh?”

with a smile, he leans down. enough to plant a soft kiss on your lips. you let out a soft whimper against his mouth. “you’re the one to talk”

the two of you continue to make out. both of his hands slowly making their way to grasp the sides of your face. you take that as an invitation to take it further. slipping your tongue subtly and successfully burying it inside of his mouth. he moans at your action and grips your face a little bit harder.

your left hand move towards his broad shoulder, thumbing lightly against his shoulder blade with your eyes close. pulling away from his mouth as you stand a bit firmer, knees still plant on the mattress. kissing down to his chin and slowly towards his neck. nipping against the sensitive skin, hearing him breathe shakily and shamelessly moan loudly.

your hot and heavy session is interrupted by a loud ringtone sitting beside the bed causing you to groan in frustration. “is that your phone?” you mumble in annoyance against his neck.

he pulls you away gently before giving you a quick kiss on your lips. “it’ll only take a second, sweets. we’ll continue this later” with a cheeky smile, he walks over to the desk and grabs his cellphone, answering it.

“Tito? Hey man, what’s up?” he cheerfully greets him, giving you his side profile with his hand on his hip. “Just woke up, it’s still quite early.”

you sit back there, glaring at your boyfriend who decides to take the call. not that you prohibiting him to talk to his friends--you’re not a crazy ass girlfriend--but you’re in the middle of something. and you need him right now.

he laughs at something Tito says, shaking his head as he replies to his best friend. that causes you to pout because he’s not giving you the attention and you’re a slut for his attention.

“matty” you whine, fixing your eyes on him and not leaving from his body. he turns to face you for a moment and holds up one finger, “one-second baby” he mouths at you.

huffing, you slump on your seat. sighing in annoyance as you wait for him to finish his call with Tito. the more you hear him laugh the more you’re becoming frustrated at him. sneaking over a look now and then to see if he’s planning to end the call.

every second that you call him by his name--even his full name-- he doesn’t budge. waving you off as he utters out more bunch of sweet nicknames hoping you’ll wait a bit longer. promising that you’ll finish what the two of you had started.

so you’ve had enough, a wicked idea comes into your mind as you smirk. unclenching your grasp around the blanket, letting the material fall to expose your bare plump breasts. now leaving you only in your pink lace panties. your nipples are already hard for him, and you’re waiting for him to take you. after that, you gently place yourself in a previous position, sitting on your knees with your thighs spread open. arching your back a little to perk your breasts even more.

“matty?” this time, you call him sweetly.

“yes baby, I promise I--oh fuck” he curses mid-sentence as he looks at you and your naked figure. eyes bug out in excitement and jaw slacks open. not taking his hazel orbs off your breasts. they look extremely inviting.

you whisper, “come here, I need you baby” rubbing your soft thighs as you pout at him, wanting your boyfriend to give in already.

he takes a sharp breath and cough. ignoring Tito’s concern through the phone, biting onto his lower lip as he watches you drag your hands towards your breasts. squeezing them is his last straw. he needs to end the call.

“I’ll call you later man, I have someone to do uh fuck I mean something. Bye.” he doesn’t wait for his friend’s response before ending it and chucks his phone away. “you’re such a naughty little devil, you know that?”

you giggle at him, slipping your finger between your teeth and biting it seductively. watching him walk over towards you, hooking his arms underneath your soft, thick thighs and pulls you close making you fall onto the bed.

“what can I say” you shrug innocently, palms gently rubbing on his chest. “I need my man to pay attention to.”

he rumbles a deep chuckle, checking out you naked tits laying before him before moving back to gaze at your stare. “so needy baby girl. so so needy.” his lips pulls a small smirk as he lets his hands wander around your plump flesh. pinching your nipples in between his long fingers, hearing you moan encourages him to go harder.

"I’m going to ruin you baby.”

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a/n: this isn’t my best but i just started and it’s two am lmao. hopefully yall like this. and this is my mat’s blog, if it doesnt crash anymore lmao

[slvtbible]

needy

summary: you always want your boyfriend’s attention no matter how desperate you sound

word count: 1392

warning: strong language, mentions of smut

a/n: hii guys! okay psa i’m new to this whole hockey boys thing, i just got into them for two weeks so i don’t know a lot of things yet. i’ve always been a fan of harry styles but look where i am now lol. i write his fics too so if you wanna, go check them out on my blog . anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this new short and mediocre fic that i wrote and tell me what you think. i posted it here bc my mat’s blog keeps crashing bdsdbqjkd. anyway hope this is okay

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you and mat have been together for two years. the two of you met at one of the games that you had no plan to attend but your friend made you come. she forced you to wear a NY isles jersey though knowing you had no interest in hockey players whatsoever.

‘it’ll be fun Y/N! Plus hockey boys are cute as fuck. Time to feast your eyes’

you prayed that she was wrong but God no, she wasn’t. as the two of you sat down in one of the seats she had bought while watching the game, you found yourself intrigued with a man who has the number ‘13′ written in the back of his jersey. the way his eyes were so focused on his opponent and how he rammed the enemy against the glass was enough to make you interested.

he was too.

as he turns around to face his coach, hearing him lecture about his temper during the game, those eyes of his managed to locked with yours for a quite while.

he did a double-take at first. seemingly couldn’t believe a gorgeous woman was sitting there, watching the game while wearing his team’s jersey. Beautiful piercing eyes looking right back, and you seemed so confident as you stare at him. smirking to yourself as you watch the handsome man. his tongue licking over his pink lips while looking at you up and down. shamelessly checking you out.

throughout the entire game, you’ve noticed that he played a bit more aggressively and showing off his skills, earning a few cheers from his fellow teammates. every time he scored a goal, his eyes searched for you. as if letting you know that he’s doing it to show you off, to make you realize that he’s one hell of a player.

and now here you are, two years and still counting with your charming boyfriend. laying naked on the apartment you two share.

“baby are you busy today?” mat asks as he steps away from the bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth. Only dressed in grey sweatpants that are hanging loosely. watching you lay on the bed half-naked.

you sit up straight, glancing at his naked chest while clutching the blanket close to your chest to cover your bare breasts. “I don’t know matty. I just woke up so” you sass him, hearing him chuckle and nod his head. “but I might stop by at Olivia’s. We have a project to work on and it’s due on Monday.”

he nods once again, disappearing back into the bathroom to rinse his mouth. “why you asked?” you run your hands through your locks, untangling the knots. leaning back against the headboard.

“Tito’s having a party at his place. He wanted us to come. Told me he missed spending time with one of his favorite girls” he rolls his eyes at that, obviously feeling a bit jealous making you giggle at him. “Baby you know I only got eyes for you.” he smiles after hearing you, walking closer towards the bed when you wiggle your finger at him.

crawling towards the edge of the bed slowly, hand still gripping the blanket tightly against your breasts to make sure it doesn’t fall. He stands right before you as you get on your knees, looking up at him.

“how do you look so fucking beautiful in the morning, it’s beyond me” he breathes out, letting his hand caress your soft cheek making you lean against his palm. “I’m a lucky bastard, eh?”

with a smile, he leans down. enough to plant a soft kiss on your lips. you let out a soft whimper against his mouth. “you’re the one to talk”

the two of you continue to make out. both of his hands slowly making their way to grasp the sides of your face. you take that as an invitation to take it further. slipping your tongue subtly and successfully burying it inside of his mouth. he moans at your action and grips your face a little bit harder.

your left hand move towards his broad shoulder, thumbing lightly against his shoulder blade with your eyes close. pulling away from his mouth as you stand a bit firmer, knees still plant on the mattress. kissing down to his chin and slowly towards his neck. nipping against the sensitive skin, hearing him breathe shakily and shamelessly moan loudly.

your hot and heavy session is interrupted by a loud ringtone sitting beside the bed causing you to groan in frustration. “is that your phone?” you mumble in annoyance against his neck.

he pulls you away gently before giving you a quick kiss on your lips. “it’ll only take a second, sweets. we’ll continue this later” with a cheeky smile, he walks over to the desk and grabs his cellphone, answering it.

“Tito? Hey man, what’s up?” he cheerfully greets him, giving you his side profile with his hand on his hip. “Just woke up, it’s still quite early.”

you sit back there, glaring at your boyfriend who decides to take the call. not that you prohibiting him to talk to his friends--you’re not a crazy ass girlfriend--but you’re in the middle of something. and you need him right now.

he laughs at something Tito says, shaking his head as he replies to his best friend. that causes you to pout because he’s not giving you the attention and you’re a slut for his attention.

“matty” you whine, fixing your eyes on him and not leaving from his body. he turns to face you for a moment and holds up one finger, “one-second baby” he mouths at you.

huffing, you slump on your seat. sighing in annoyance as you wait for him to finish his call with Tito. the more you hear him laugh the more you’re becoming frustrated at him. sneaking over a look now and then to see if he’s planning to end the call.

every second that you call him by his name--even his full name-- he doesn’t budge. waving you off as he utters out more bunch of sweet nicknames hoping you’ll wait a bit longer. promising that you’ll finish what the two of you had started.

so you’ve had enough, a wicked idea comes into your mind as you smirk. unclenching your grasp around the blanket, letting the material fall to expose your bare plump breasts. now leaving you only in your pink lace panties. your nipples are already hard for him, and you’re waiting for him to take you. after that, you gently place yourself in a previous position, sitting on your knees with your thighs spread open. arching your back a little to perk your breasts even more.

“matty?” this time, you call him sweetly.

“yes baby, I promise I--oh fuck” he curses mid-sentence as he looks at you and your naked figure. eyes bug out in excitement and jaw slacks open. not taking his hazel orbs off your breasts. they look extremely inviting.

you whisper, “come here, I need you baby” rubbing your soft thighs as you pout at him, wanting your boyfriend to give in already.

he takes a sharp breath and cough. ignoring Tito’s concern through the phone, biting onto his lower lip as he watches you drag your hands towards your breasts. squeezing them is his last straw. he needs to end the call.

“I’ll call you later man, I have someone to do uh fuck I mean something. Bye.” he doesn’t wait for his friend’s response before ending it and chucks his phone away. “you’re such a naughty little devil, you know that?”

you giggle at him, slipping your finger between your teeth and biting it seductively. watching him walk over towards you, hooking his arms underneath your soft, thick thighs and pulls you close making you fall onto the bed.

“what can I say” you shrug innocently, palms gently rubbing on his chest. “I need my man to pay attention to.”

he rumbles a deep chuckle, checking out you naked tits laying before him before moving back to gaze at your stare. “so needy baby girl. so so needy.” his lips pulls a small smirk as he lets his hands wander around your plump flesh. pinching your nipples in between his long fingers, hearing you moan encourages him to go harder.

"I’m going to ruin you baby.”

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a/n: this isn’t my best but i just started and it’s two am lmao. hopefully yall like this. and this is my mat’s blog, if it doesnt crash anymore lmao

[lorilane33]

He’s Your Dancing Queen

Summary: Bucky is a man-child about indulging your want to watch Mamma Mia for the hundredth time, and when you come early a few days later you are met with something unexpected. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Word Count: 2,589

Warnings: Bucky being a cheeky little shit. Mamma Mia obsession, fluff out the wazoo because that’s my jam. Hilarity. 

A/N: This is my first every Bucky fic, and I’m super excited about it. Mamma Mia has recently become one of my favorite musical movies and ABBA has no shortage of amazing and inspirational songs :) This is the result of that. Please like and reblog, I live for that shit :) 

Saturday evening arrives in the house you share with your boyfriend Bucky and he lets out a groan while his eyes roll to the back of his head; you’ve made your choice for what movie you want for movie night.

“Y/n, doll. I get that it’s your turn to pick the movie we watch, but Mamma Mia? AGAIN?” Bucky settles into the couch and his arm goes around you, his mind flashes back to the last time you watched Mamma Mia. “Didn’t we just watch it on Wednesday?” 

“So?? Bucky, come on.” You stick your bottom lip out in a pout, knowing he can’t handle it when you ask so sweetly. “Pleeeease? I promise I won’t sing along too loudly this time.” 

Bucky knows you are taking advantage of him but he can’t bring himself to tell you no, especially when it’s something that continually brings you this much joy. Letting out a defeated sigh he responds, “Fiiiine, we can watch it again.” When he hears you squeal in response he smiles and adds on, “It’s so not fair that you use that pout against me, Y/n. You know that look coming from you breaks my heart.” 

You reach up and kiss Bucky’s cheek, the scratch of his beard against your lips a nice feeling. “You know you love me, no matter what. Now, stop being a punk if you want to keep cuddling with me.” A smirk gracing your features. 

A few songs into the movie, you’ve completely forgotten the promise you made Bucky and are currently singing along (loudly) to Dancing Queen with Donna, Tonya, and Rosie, wishing you could run away to Greece with Bucky. 

Suddenly you feel a heavy weight against you as Bucky sags into you and sighs with boredom. Trying to get him on board with the fun, you shove the air mic into Bucky’s face, and all you get is a grumble about how he’s heard this song a million times and he’s tired of it. Laughing, your whole body moves to the beat of the song and you serenade him through to the end of it. 

“Finally, that stupid song is over. Can we watch something else now?” you hear Bucky mumble, adding on another dramatic sigh for effect. 

Your eyebrows shoot up in response and you momentarily frown, the movie momentarily forgotten. “Excuse you, Bucky? It was my turn to pick!” 

“I feel like I’m going to be singing these songs in my sleep because of how often we’ve watched this movie,” Bucky replies. He rolls his eyes. “And the last thing I want is to be singing ABBA songs when I’m trying to rest, doll.” 

Rolling your eyes you turn your attention to the TV and realize you’ve almost missed the beginning of your favorite scene. “That’s great, hon. We can talk about it later, I promise. Now, please… shush.” 

An overly dramatic and indignant look crosses Bucky’s face as he realizes you’re blowing him off and he tightens his arm around you, “Now who needs to be excused, little missy? You think you can just -”

Suddenly a pillow collides with his face and he is momentarily stunned. “I said SHUSH!” You yell all while your attention remains on the screen, where Sky and Sophie are singing their duet, Lay All Your Love On Me.

“Y/n, are you ignoring me for Sky??” Bucky whines, glancing back and forth between you and the movie. “Oh my god, you totally are!!” He exclaims as he shoves your shoulder.

Smiling you laugh at his need for attention. “And what if I am, Buck? He’s so beautiful! Just look at him!” you cry. “His voice isn’t bad either... So there’s that,” nonchalantly you shrug in amusement. 

“How could you ignore me for him?” He reaches up and pokes you in the nose, and then he points to Sky onscreen as you turn to face him. “HE LOOKS LIKE HOWARD STARK, Y/N, IN CASE YOU DIDN’T NOTICE AND THAT’S WEIRD.”

At this, you burst out laughing. “Howard Stark?? Really, hon? He does NOT look like Howard! Now you’re just grasping at straws. NOW SHHHHHH!!” You add on as you turn your attention back to the TV, the chemistry between Sophie and Sky crackling on-screen. 

Bucky keeps up his petulant attitude. “You’re right, he can’t be Howard because he’s half-naked and the ugly sod is bloody British,” he mockingly responds.  

You pat Bucky’s knee in response to his obvious jealousy. “Awww, Sweetie. It’s okay to be jealous every once in a while,” you coo gently. 

“Jealous?! Me?! JEALOUS OF THE HOWARD STARK WANNABE??? Please.” Bucky huffs as his eyes roll again. “How much of this movie do we have left anyway?” 

Your grin grows wider as you break the news to him. “Bucky. Sweetheart. Babe. My love. We’re not even halfway through yet. You’ve seen this movie before, you should know!”

Bucky dramatically groans, adding another eye-roll in for effect, as he flops down to lay his head in your lap. His metal arm wraps around your waist as he mumbles into your leg, “Just wake me up when it’s over.” 

You roll your eyes fondly at his antics knowing he wasn’t actually upset about any of it. “Fine, Buck. Go to sleep, you brat.” Your hand finds its way into his soft, short locks, and gives it a firm tug. He lets out a small squawk of surprise and glares at you before he closes with a victorious smile on his face. 

Once the movie ends you shake Bucky to wake him up. “Hey. Wake up, it’s over.” 

“Oh my god, finally!” Bucky mumbles through a yawn. “I was beginning to think it would never end. Did you finally get enough of your boy Sky and his stupid British nonsense??” 

Giggling, you respond as you pinch him. “Maybe I haven’t, we should watch it again to make sure. You’re such a brat, you know that?” 

He gasps. “NOOO!” batting your hand away, he continues. “Excuse you? Who are you calling a brat, punk?”  

“Hey! I could have left you to sleep out here on the couch, ya know. But I didn’t, because I’m a loving girlfriend.” 

“A loving girlfriend, huh? I wouldn’t have to sleep through half the movie if you didn’t make me watch Mamma Mia all the time, Y/n. So technically this is your fault.” He begrudgingly sits up, glaring at you for waking him up. 

You smile and boop his nose. “How on Earth is this my fault, Buck?” 

A look of mild annoyance lands on his face when he pulls away from your finger. “How is this your fault? Gee, I wonder how this could, in any way, be your fault?”  

Pushing him off the couch, you smile and kiss his head as you walk past him, letting your fingers graze his bearded jaw.  “Awww, Buck. You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

Eyes widening as he realizes what you said, he calls out to your form retreating into the bedroom. “I am NOT jealous of not Howard, Y/n! We’ve discussed this!!” 

____________________________________________________________

“Exactly, Stef! I don’t understand how she thinks she has the right to do that.” You continue your phone conversation while digging in your purse for your keys as you walk up to the porch. 

Listening to your friend’s reply, you walk up the front steps and successfully pull your keys from your purse. Suddenly you hear muffled voices, and it sounds like it’s coming from inside. 

“Hey, Stef, I’m gonna have to call you back. Yeah, I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” You end the call and dump the phone into your purse as you go to unlock the door. “Buck?”

Once you open the door the mystery of the blaring noise is solved as you hear the opening chords of Sky and Sophie’s duet coming from the living room, then Sky’s voice is heard too. But this time there’s another voice.  “Um, Bucky?” You call out, hoping to figure out where he’d disappeared to. 

You place your keys in the dish by the front door, confusion settling in. However, the mystery of the missing boyfriend, too, is solved momentarily as seconds later you turn the corner into the living room only to see Bucky, who apparently has no idea you’re home.

The man who complained about watching Mamma Mia only days previously is now singing along with the movie, giving it all he’s got, clad in nothing but his boxer briefs. Your mouth drops open at the sight before you as he whips his shorter locks to the song. Bucky’s hand that isn’t using the remote as an air mic glides down his body as he does a few body rolls, then his hips start swinging in time to the beat as he runs his free hand through his hair, making it stick up even more than it already was. 

You continue to stare, absolutely gobsmacked, as your boyfriend starts moving along with the words even more as the second verse builds to the chorus:

“It was like shooting a sitting duck,

A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck.

I still don't know what you've done with me,

A grown-up woman should never fall so easily.

I feel a kind of fear

When I don't have you near,

Unsatisfied, I skip my pride

I beg you, dear,”

Bucky finishes an attempt at an elaborate spin move as he sings the last line, and you finally snap out of your trance and begin laughing. 

His eyes fly open as he hears you, not expecting you to be home so soon. “Y/N?!? OH MY GOD, I THOUGHT YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HOME UNTIL SEVEN!?!” Bucky frantically tries to find the remote on the coffee table for a few seconds, only to make you slouch against the wall in laughter as he realizes he’s been using it as a mic. 

Suddenly your laughter is the only sound now as the TV goes silent when Bucky pauses it. He crosses his arms, drawing your attention to his chest, which is heaving with his heavy breathing and covered in a light sheen of sweat. 

Pulling yourself back up to a standing position, you wipe the tears that have been streaming down your face as you try to compose yourself. Giggling, you reply, “Yeah, Buck, I wasn’t. But if you had looked at your phone at all over the last hour you’d have seen my text that said I was coming home early. And lemme tell you, I’ve never been so glad to have you not read my text in our entire relationship.” 

You let your eyes now wander appreciatively over your mostly naked boyfriend, taking in the Greek god that is James Barnes, and when your eyes get back up to his face you see him scoff at you. “Hey! Quit ogling the merchandise. Geez, doll, I feel so objectified right now.” 

Smirking at him, you roll your eyes at his antics. “But what if your merchandise is really, really nice to look at?” You pause. “Speaking of merchandise, Buck. Umm. I’m assuming you know you’re running around in your underwear? Where are your clothes?” 

Without missing a beat Bucky says, “Pfft. Duh, Y/n! Of course, I know I’m in my underwear. It’s the best state to be in. And for my clothes, they’re In the dresser, where they’re supposed to be? Well. My sweats are probably on the floor, but whatever.” He shrugs like that’s the most logical place for his pants to be. 

Unable to keep a straight face, you break down into giggles. “So you’ve just been wandering around in your briefs since I left this morning?”

Dropping the remote onto the couch cushion, Bucky walks over to you, a mischievous glint in his eye.  “Yeah, pretty much. Got a problem with that?” 

With Bucky suddenly in front of you, blue eyes staring at you so intensely, your response is much breathier than you anticipated. “Nope. Not a single problem, Buck. But, baby.��� Breathing deeply and arching your eyebrow at him you continue. “Last time I checked, you thought Sky was a Howard Stark wannabe and made fun of the fact that he’s British. What’s up with that?”

Bucky shrugs in defeat, chuckling as he responds. “What can I say? It’s really not my fault ABBA has killer songs. And it’s also not my fault that the story they’ve used the songs to tell is a damn good one.” His hands come to rest on your hips, lightly rubbing his thumbs over your hipbones, his eyes bright. “And it’s still not my fault that my irresistible girlfriend makes me watch the movie all the damn time. I’ve had it memorized for three months, doll.” 

Almost subconsciously your arms reach up to rest on his shoulders in response to his ministrations as he gently brushes his nose against yours. “But Y/n here’s the real question. It’s really important, so I need you to answer honestly. My performance. It blew a half-naked Sky out of the water, right? No contest?” 

“Oh my god, Bucky!” You slap his chest, laughing. “We were having a moment and you were such a brat and ruined it!” 

You lean your forehead against his shoulder in an attempt to gain some composure, but it fails because your head is bobbing along to Bucky’s laughter emanating from his chest. “Doll, it was an honest question. I just need your honest opinion, that I’m better than Sky.”

Pulling away from Bucky, you walk back toward the doorway where the two bags you brought home were strewn, forgotten, along with your purse. With an affectionate laugh, you look back at him. “Bucky Barnes, some days I haven’t the slightest idea what to do with you. You are such a man-child.” 

Smiling, he rolls his eyes at your retort. You walk up to him, resting your free hand on his bicep as you go up on tiptoe to press a sweet kiss to his lips. His hands reach for your ass, but you swat his hand away and smirk.  “Nope. Hands off, mister. I’ll never make it to the shower if I let you get your hands on me.” He chuckles.  

You brush past him, pausing for a second. “And to answer your super important question? Hands down better than Sky, doll. You’re definitely my dancing queen.” Suddenly Bucky yelps in surprise as the crack of your hand firmly slapping his ass echoes in the room as you run to the bedroom. 

“HEY! Get back here, you brat!” Bucky yells as he takes off after you, rubbing his ass the whole way. 

A couple of hours later, after Bucky finishes showing you just how much he loves you, and after finally, finally finishing in the shower, music can once again be heard blaring from the TV. If anyone were to walk up to the door at this point in time they would hear voices muffled through the door just as you had earlier that day, not quite sure what it was they were hearing. 

In the living room, though, unaware of anyone or anything outside yourselves, you find yourself in your underwear right beside Bucky in his, loudly singing and dancing along to Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again like there’s no tomorrow. Bucky may be a man child, but he’s your dancing queen, and you wouldn’t trade him for anybody else.

[the-starless-sky]

BAE x cozmez / “DESIRE” voice drama Part 1

I am crying. That’s all.

Names K: Yatonokami Kanata N: Yatonokami Nayuta S: Sugasano Allen F: Anne Faulkner Y: Yeon Hajun I: Suiseki Iori

*Please make sure you read as you listen, or at least give it a listen first because there are expressions... unexpressionable in text!

K: Uwaah, I bought it...! If I have this song-composing software, I can do more stuff...! Hehehehe... ah... oh damn, what do I do about this month's meals? Oh well, it'll be fine, yeah! Hehe. Ah...

I: You're always walking around the city while being hungry, huh? It's as if you're an abandoned cat!

K: ...What are you doing in a place like this?

I: I only passed here by chance. How's your side going? Were you able to grasp that 'big chance' you talked about?

K: Suiseki-san, you have time to worry about others?

I: Ooh, now you can say stuff like that, huh! Ah... aah... well I guess that's fine. I'm not gonna say anything unnecessary.

K: What is it?

I: No, I just thought, 'have you thought about what to do if, say, you failed to grasp that chance?'.

K: We wont lose. No matter who the opponent is.

I: In other words, you haven't thought of anything, have you?

K: What are you trying to say?

I: I'm not worried about you! It's your little brother I'm worried about. If you're over-optimistic, you wont be able to protect the things you'd otherwise be able to protect, y'know?

K: I told you we wont lose, didn't I! I will protect Nayuta!

I: Hahaha! Nothing will happen even if you get angry at me!

K: There's no way we're gonna lose against those rich snobs![1]

I: There, there, just listen to me. What I'm talking about is only a 'what if'. If that 'what if' became reality... what will you do then?

K: So what do you say I should do?

I: Well, if you want to make your victory certain, there are some ways. For example, the way you do the jobs I gave you up until now, you get me?

K: What are you trying to suggest?

I: Well, just do your best and think with all your might on the ways to win! Go all out, bye~!

K: I'll win. Whatever it takes...

***

F: Hey, Allen, I'm going home.

S: Yeah.

F: What's this!? You haven't even tidied your belongings yet!

S: Yeah.

F: We don't have time to be slow like this!

S: Yeah.

F: Don't just say 'yeah'! You're not listening to me at all, aren't you!?

S: Yeah.

F: Hey!

Y: It's useless. I'm sure he just thought up of a new idea.

F: Yeah, but we have to go home fast...

Y: There should still be some time before the trap reaction starts. He should be back before it does... if Allen's not a huge idiot, though.

F: What if he's a huge idiot?

Y: The one who will get embarrassment is him, not me, so.

F: You're so cold.

Y: Well then, would the kind Anne stay here?

F: No way. I don't want to see trap reactions!

Y: Then, let's both go home first.

F: Guess you're right.

F: Allen, don't push yourself too much, 'kay?

S: Yeah.

F: Sigh, I don't care anymore!

***

S: Oh darn, it's already this late... Those guys could've called me out... Ah... ah... the trap reaction's...!

K: Oi, red hair.

S: You're... cozmez's...! If you have any business with me, then could you just come back later?

K: 'Business'? I don't have any business with you. I just can't settle down if I don't say something to you before our stage later.

S: ...The battle should just be on top of the stage, right?

K: 'Battle'? You? With us? Haha! Don't say stupid jokes. Ya hear me, red hair? What you guys are doing aren't hip hop. It's just a make-believe game. Back off before you get hurt.

S: ...We're... serious!

K: You guys' 'serious' don't even count as 'serious'! Listen up. We're doin' hip hop with our lives on the line. We're on a different level from rich shitty brats' make-believe phantom lives.

S: Don't... just say things as you like...! We also do hip hop while shouldering lots of things.

K: The thing rich snots shoulder... you mean a shiny backpack?

S: Stop messing around! We're...!

K: Not having a place to live and anything to eat for days that you can't even move anymore... you've never experienced something like that, haven't ya?

S: Huh?

K: What will guys like you even sing in hip hop? Are you planning to say, 'Mama didn't give me my allowance~! What do I do~?'? That kinda child's play don't cut it here!

S: Oi, that's the last straw...! Agh...!

Allen’s Mother (SM): Hip hop, you say... such a thing[2]... where did you even learn it from? Allen’s Father (SF): Stop listening to such worthless music. Your ears will get dirty! S: Stop, don't burn it!! Please, anything but that...!! SM: Throw away that worthless thing! SF: Until when are you going to keep playing around? Know some shame! SM: Are you doing your violin lessons properly!? Mob (M): It's fun to be with everyone else, right? SF: Are you going to oppose your parents? SM: I told you to stop, didn't I!? SF: That thing is not music.

S: No... no, stop!!

K: Oof!

S: I... I... even I... have my own sound...! Aah..!!

K: Haha... hahaha! Getting into a trap reaction in this kinda place...

S: It's burning... my... aah!

K: We had always lived getting everything stolen from us. It's natural that they get stolen, too.

S: Ah... ah...

K: A fake bastard has no right to own a phantometal. With this, you'll understand just a bit... what people like you have done to us up 'til now... Hmph, bye! Well, not like you can hear me, though.

S: Agh...

***

S: I'm home.

F: You're late! What were you doing?

S: Nothing. Sorry, let me sleep.

Y: What are you talking about? You'll be in trouble if you don't attend Saimon-sensei's first period, right? If you sleep now, it's certain you won't be able to wake up on time.

S: You're right...

F: Didn't you say it yourself? Your attendance rate's in danger and stuff. Hm? Allen! Where did you put your metal!?

S: Huh...? What did you mean by where...?

Y: It's not on your neck.

S: Huh!? It's true...

F: Haaah!? What's with that, what the heck's going on!? Did you lose it!? Did you drop it!? Or, don't tell me... it was taken away from you!?

S: No, uh... I wonder what happened...

Y: To begin with, before you get back, where and what were you doing?

S: After that, I was only going to take notes of a song I thought of. And then, I just keep on getting ideas for the continuation...

F: Aah, geez!! I really should've brought you back even if I had to drag you!!

Y: After a phantom live, in a few hours, trap reaction will come. To forgot such common sense, did you drop your brain too?

F: That's why I told you we should go home fast!

S: I can't help it, I thought of a good track, after all! And, after I finished taking notes...

F: Hey, are you out of your mind!? Even if you have a good track, how are we going to win the battle without phantoms!? I seriously don't understand you!!

S: No way! If we have a good song, even without phantoms we'll...!

F: Haa? Are you serious!? Then why do you think I worked to think up of our clothes and all of those things!? What do you think 'production' is--

Y: So, Allen? What happened after that?

S: I thought, 'I should go home now' and when I got outside, there was cozmez's Kanata... when we were in the middle of talking, my trap reaction started... and when I realized, it's morning already.

F: It's definitely stolen by Kanata, isn't it!? Allen's metal!!

S: I don't think so! There's now way a rapper that will perform in Paradox Live will do something like that...!

F: Until when are you going to say naive things like that!? Hey, Hajun! Say something to this idiot!

Y: No comment. Whether it was stolen from him or he lost it, he reapt what he sow. Allen has to do something about it himself.

S: Yeah, I'll do that. Unexpectedly, I might've just dropped it somewhere...

F: I don't wanna hear 'might'...! Go and find it, now!!

Y: If it's not found, then for the next stage Allen will go without phantoms, huh.

F: If we lost because of that, I'm gonna curse you until I die.

Y: It's alright, Anne. Even without Allen, as long as we have me, we'll win.

F: That's not the problem here...!! Geez!! Can't even think of going to school now!!

S: I... I'll go back to the club one more time and look for it.

F: Of course you will! I'll also try to talk to people who look like they have connection with cozmez!

Y: I see. Yawn~ Well then, work hard, you two.

F: Eh? Hajun, where are you going?

Y: I'm going to sleep. Unlike someone here, there'll be no problem even if I missed one lecture. Well then, bye-bye~

F: Aah, geez!!

***

N: Welcome home, Kanata. You're late.

K: Yeah. I had some minor business. To make up for it, have this.

N: Ooh! Amazing! It's Rain'en-tei's ramen, isn't it! Why?

K: I just thought we should eat something good before Paradox Live.

N: That's super nice. I wanna eat, fast!

K: Wait, wait, I'll go and put my stuff down first.

N: Be fast, okay? Ooh, there's even Gyoza! Nice...!

K: Ah.

N: Hm? Is that a phantometal?

K: Yeah.

N: Whose is that?

K: The red hair in BAE's.

N: Huh? Why does Kanata have his phantometal?

K: When we were talking about their make-believe live, he suddenly got trap reaction in front of me. So I took it from him.

N: ...

K: Well, I taught that rich guy the harshness of society.

N: Hey, did you actually took it from him?

K: Yeah. They're just people who play around with hip hop, anyway. If they didn't have their metals, they'd get scared they can't even go on stage. If that happens, it'd be our win for sure.

N: Hmm... lame.

K: Haa? What did you say just now, Nayuta?

N: I said you're lame! Why did you do something like that, Kanata? Didn't you say we're gonna punch them with our amazing song!?

K: W-we can do that any other time, right! Our opponent isn't only BAE!

N: I'm saying that’s lame!! What the hell's real if we can't even destroy one shitty team of rich snots!? Can you call that a 'win'!?

K: Wh-what's with that, Nayuta!? Don't you want to win!?

N: Of course I do!! But this way of doing things... it's not like Kanata. Don't tell me, you were told something by someone...?

K: You're wrong! I just...

N: Is it... my fault?

K: Huh?

N: You weren't thinking of stuff like my body will get worse if we lose, were you!?

K: Wh... no, you're wrong! I just don't want Nayuta to feel anxious...!

N: I'm not anxious!! It's worse to keep getting told we won because we use lame methods!!

K: Listen to me! Paradox Live is on a different scale than any other lives we've been doing! It's a chance for us to raise up together...!

N: Don't get all jittery now, Kanata!! Why...!? Why don't you laugh and say 'if we're together, there's no way we'd lose to anyone' as you usually do!?

K: N-Nayuta...

Notes

[1] I’m trying to find  a degrading English word for rich people... and that’s the best I could find. It could also mean like, people who are born with a silver spoon on their mouths.

[2] She said a word I couldn’t catch, but it’s probably another jeer like ‘dirty’ or ‘uneducated’ or something like that.

THAT ASIDE.

ALLEN!! ALLEN MY BABY BOY!!? I WANT TO HUG YOU PLEASE LET ME EMBRACE YOU, GIVE YOU A WARM FLUFFY BLANKET AND SOME HOT CHOCOLATE I just want you to be happy... you are dumb but you deserve happiness... especially because your parents treat you like crap just because you like one (1) genre of music...

Also now my opinion of Iori cannot be contained into just ‘please shut up you look nice but your fake accent hurts my ears’, it’s getting worse. Iori, please... stop it...

[nomnomsik]

Three Squeezes - (m)

Summary: Yoongi is notorious for his grumpy and emotionless behavior as director of an upcoming company. Yet, it’s a mystery to everyone how manager Hoseok always seems to soften him up. The truth is that the two are actually engaged. Unknown to this fact, you happen to take an interest in Hoseok... and he does too. 

Sope x reader, poly!au, Director!Yoongi x Manager!Hoseok x FemWorker!OC

Word Count: 8K 

A/N: A very special birthday present for @kimseokmomjins !! She not only wanted this fic to be done but she gave me lots of inspiration and ideas for it! I teased her so much with it. I hope you love it~

Trigger warning: Smut everywhere, bisexual sope, threesome, unprotected sex, profanity, polyamorous relationship, angst, sexuality dysphoria. 

“I’m leaving early.”

“Okay! I’ll see you later~”

There were only two voices in the surrounding air, two that vastly contrasted each other. Monotone and the other full of life and color. The door to the small apartment shut closed, the light early morning music playing out of the radio that sat on the kitchen counter. Hoseok took a seat onto the soft cushions of his papasan chair, sighing as he listened to the slight hum of the kettle that sat on the stove. He let his eyes close, relaxing to the swaying and soft music.

As Hoseok’s ears picked up the rattle and high squeak of the kettle, he stood up, stretching his arms up to the ceiling as he walked into the kitchen. He picked up the boiling kettle, flipping off the heat as he pulled up a teapot. His eyes flickered over the clock that struck every sound, joining with the radio.

Sometimes you can’t help who you fall in love with.

It was something he repeated and meant a lot to him. The metal can rattled as Hoseok poured tea leaves into a tea bag before sealing it up and placing it into the teapot. Within minutes, Hoseok had poured hot tea out from the sprout of the teapot, his hands coming out to grip both sides of the cup for a relaxing warmth.

By 7:40, Hoseok was out of the apartment. He was fully dressed, a white dress shirt decorated with vertical blue stripes and a pair of black dress pants matched with dress shoes. Hoseok preferred taking public transportation, enjoying the city despite being in it for a few years. As he stepped off the platform of the subway, he climbed up the dirty and greasy stairs, rounding the corner until he spotted his regular coffee shop.

“Two iced lattes please~” He sung, swiping his card as he was handed his freshly made drinks. He stuck two straws in before rushing out of the shop and down the street. As he opened the door to his office building, he smiled at the secretary before taking the elevator up to his floor.

“You’re late, Jung.” You scolded.

“Aww angel, can’t you let it go just this once? I got you some coffee!” He pouted, holding the delicious drink tauntingly in his grasp.

You looked at the tempting drink in hand reluctantly agreeing.

“Fine.”

He stretched his arms in triumph.

“You can’t resist coffee, angel~”

“Mmwhatever…” You spoke, sipping the cold and caffeinated drink. Hoseok placed his bag on his office chair before making his way over to the director’s office. Hoseok brought the back of his knuckle to the solid wood, knocking several times until he heard a grunt of approval. Hoseok cautiously opened the door, poking his head at first before letting out a big smile.

“Hi~”

He was responded back with the sound of the keys pressed rapidly by the man who worked diligently. Hoseok set the iced drink onto the table but gasped and pulled it away, walking over to the other side of the room. The man looked at Hoseok with confusion as his drink was just robbed of him. Hoseok bent down, squatting as he searched the bottom cabinets before sprinting back over to the director’s desk.

“I forgot a coaster~ Sorry about that!” He grinned, the coaster absorbing the condensation off the plastic. A light pink tint adored the director’s face as he desperately tried to focus on his computer screen.

“Thank you…” He whispered.

“Of course! No problem, Yoongi.” Hoseok smiled back, patting his lover’s head affectionately before giving him a small nudge on the cheek. Yoongi was taken aback as Hoseok pushed him further into his chair, bringing his own lips down to meet his. The two shared a passionate kiss as Hoseok maneuvered his head so Yoongi’s lips fit perfectly in. Hoseok’s hands wandered as his body leaned further into the chair, caressing the strands of hair at the back of Yoongi’s head.

Yoongi’s breath was labored as Hoseok pulled away, only to go back in, giving him no time to actually catch his breath. Hoseok sucked the bottom of Yoongi’s lip, seeking approval to go deeper. However, as he tried to push further in, he only received a slight push on his chest.

“H-hoseok, stop...We have a meeting soon.” Yoongi whined, separating their lips a few distances away.

Hoseok just hummed before colliding his lips back down. “Dun wanna~ You’re so cute like this. Who would’ve thought the grumpy director is just a shy boy?” He giggled.

“Hoseok… w-wait wait! Wait!-” Yoongi cried out, covering his mouth with both hands as Hoseok pushed and moved his hips. Hoseok observed the way Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks pink as he groaned. Hoseok’s happy and sunshine’s demeanor dropped as a smirk grew on his lips. He brought his hand down, running his hand over Yoongi’s clothed hard-on. Yoongi squirmed, whimpering as he pushed Hoseok’s hands away.

“I’m taking you right now,” Hoseok ordered stepping off the office chair as he started to undo his belt.

“W-what? Now? We… We can’t do it right now. We have no time.” Yoongi stammered, unable to keep eye contact as his lover amusingly stared down at him.

“What, do you not want me to pin you down on this desk and fuck you until this whole goddamn building hears you?”

“H-hoseok!” Yoongi shrieked, his face heating up. “You’re such a different person when it comes to this.” He muttered, fixing his hair and shirt.

Yoongi sent Hoseok an intimidating stare before he spun his chair around. “No, we don’t have time for your shenanigans, Hoseok.”

Hoseok crossed his arms, scowling as he begrudgingly refastened his belt.

“Fine, maybe later tonight then.”

Yoongi suppressed a blush, looking away.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get out of my office… Oh and thanks for the coffee.”

“Of course!” Hoseok beamed. “You know how much I hate that stuff.”

He’s going to kill me from embarrassment one day.

»—————————–✄

“That took unexpectedly long, Mr. Jung.” You stood, arms folded as he entered his cubicle.

“Yeah, stuff like that happen sometimes, y/n. After all, I have very deep talks with the director.” He smiled, pulling out his cabinet drawer.

“Everyone knows you’re his favorite. I don’t know why since you show up late almost every day.” You joked, flipping through a packet of papers.

“Ouch, y/n. Don’t you know words hurt?” He jokingly cried, holding his hand on top of his heart as if he had been stabbed. “I am late every day. But I get coffee for you so... “

“Fair enough, I guess.” You shrugged.

Hoseok stood up again, shoving a bunch of papers in between his laptop. “I have to go to a meeting now. I’ll see you later.”

“Right. Bye, good luck and don’t get fired~” You nonchalantly waved, your eyes solely on the words in front of your screen. You watched as Hoseok walked down the hall until he was no longer in sight. As soon as he disappeared, you turned around, some of the other members of staff huddling around you. A bunch of voices spilled out all at once.

“Omg, y/n!”

“I’m so jealous, what the heck.

“Did you guys notice how he didn’t even deny it?”

“Jesus, did you see those veins on his neck and hands? Fuck me up-”

A loud clap echoed as you silenced the group, folding your hands on top of your lap. They all looked obediently at you, listening to you as if you were about to speak the prophecy.

“Now, everyone. Let’s go back to our work, okay? As much as I’d love to talk about his veins and neck, we have a report to finish.” You instructed. “Maybe afterward, then we can.” Some of the girls nodded in agreement, scurrying back to their desks.  

“Like where can I get a Hoseok in my life? I swear, even his ass looks fine.” A female staffer mumbled and admitted without shame, her eyes shut as she was going through some painful realization in her life. You laughed from your desk, making big red circles with the marker in your hand. But, you looked up from your work, confessing.

“Okay, but can we talk about how director Min is the most irritable person ever who’s ridiculously rude for no reason and yet…!” You paused, taking the time to think. “And yet, Hoseok somehow gets along with him. Imagine that? The two most contrasting personalities ever and they get along. I don’t think I can believe that.”

“Maybe Hoseok just gets along with everyone and director Min doesn’t want to be rude to nice people?” Someone proposed.

You shrugged, some people nodding their head in agreement.

“Ahh, who cares anyway. Director Min is like that to everyone. Can we just talk about how cute Hoseok and y/n look together though?! They’re the angel couple I swear!” A girl squealed, her papers shaking in excitement. A hum of acknowledgment filled the room like a heat of embarrassment filled your face.

“Guys… It’s very flattering but…” You trailed off.

“Y/n, you better get some of that.”

You sighed. “Guys…Hoseok’s too nice to just use them like that...”

In the end, you couldn’t help but wonder how the meeting was going.

»—————————–✄

Hoseok and Yoongi sat next to each other during the meeting, watching as the CEO had personally come to pay a visit to one of his branches. As the meeting continued, the two fiddled with each other’s hand under the table. Yoongi's right hand interlocked with Hoseok’s left hand and they both kept a poker face and stared at the monitor.

Yoongi squeezed Hoseok's hand three times, as his eyes stared dead straight. A small smile crawled on Hoseok's face as he also returned three squeezes back. Yoongi released his hand making the ‘ok' hand sign. Hoseok's eyes looked down under the table as he slipped a finger inside the circle.

Yoongi almost exposed himself, feeling the need to slap his lover for such a crude and inappropriate joke at the meeting table. Hoseok laughed silently, lifting his head back up as Yoongi began writing notes down next to him. The ending wasn’t as long as they had expected to be, and as they stood up, Hoseok gave Yoongi a big grin.

As the two of them left the meeting room, they walked back to Yoongi’s office. Yoongi played with Hoseok’s fingers as he let out a bright gummy smile. Hoseok ruffled the top of Yoongi’s head, quietly closing the door to his office.

“When are we getting our rings?” Yoongi asked, pulling out his chair before taking a seat. Hoseok wandered around the room, looking out the clear windows.

“Oh, I heard yours is taking a bit longer, but mine should be arriving today!” Hoseok chirped, his cheeks glowing pink. Yoongi hummed, opening his laptop back up.

“Don’t wear yours until I get mine.”

“W-what?” Hoseok stammered, turning around to face him.

“I said, don’t wear yours until I get mine. I don’t want people to see you have one and I don’t.” Yoongi repeated. Hoseok walked over to Yoongi, his hand coming up to grip his jaw.

“Would you get jealous if I did?” Hoseok questioned, turning Yoongi’s face until he stared straight at him.

“...No…” He muttered, his eyes darting to the side. “Ugh… this is why you should’ve consulted me first. It would’ve been so much easier to actually get the ring to fit.”

“That’s not how proposals work!” Hoseok whined, exaggerating his hands as he waved them up and down. Hoseok walked over to the closed curtains, pulling them back to reveal a line of cubicles in the main workroom with Hoseok’s cubicle the closest one to the window.

“I guess I’ll get going now.” Hoseok let go of the curtains as they covered back the main office.

“Mm.” Yoongi hummed back...

»—————————–✄

You didn’t mean to intrude when you were simply walking down the hallway. But it couldn’t be helped as the meeting doors open and out came Hoseok with Yoongi to his right. Hoseok stood a bit taller than the director, but as you squinted and looked closer, you blinked in disbelief. The director had a smile on his face, his expression completely lit up like a star.

You watched for a few more seconds looking at how the director toyed around with Hoseok’s hands and laughed along with him until they were out of view. You gasped in shock and ran back to your cubicle, sitting down as if you had seen nothing. You had never seen the director with such a bright smile on his face.

Hoseok came back to his cubicle, giving you a bright smile before sitting down. The curtains to the director’s room were pulled back, revealing Yoongi’s diligent figure as he typed away on his computer. You couldn’t help but stare at Hoseok. He was truly gorgeous. It didn’t surprise you that everyone was infatuated with his bright personality. Maybe you did want him for yourself…

“Hey Hoseok, I got you some coffee.” You grinned as you handed him the iced mocha. He smiled, thanking you and taking a sip. The two of you conversed unknown to the gaze of Yoongi who watched the entire interaction. A smile graced his lips as he watched Hoseok’s smitten attitude with you. Without a doubt, he had a thing for you.

But, Yoongi couldn’t help the dark feeling that grew inside and the lurch of his stomach as he saw the two of you together. Hoseok would always stay loyal, but would he be happy with him? He looked no different from the way he had talked to him, a genuine smile on his face and his expression bright and bubbly.

It was nighttime when Yoongi packed his things and locked the door to his office. As he walked down the hallway to the elevators, he noticed a light illuminating in the dark office workroom. He curiously walked over, ready to turn off the light when he saw your sleeping figure.

Your eyes were shut closed and your breathing was smooth and even. Yoongi checked his watch again as he stared at the time. It was too late. What the heck were you even doing this late at night? Why didn’t you just go home?

He went through the stacks of papers that were on the desk, his eyes widening at the amount of work you had accomplished. He laid his briefcase on the ground as he dug through the stack to find important data summaries and charts. The papers ranged from analytics to future predictions, and important companies and contacts.

As he looked back at your sleeping figure, he couldn’t help the way his heart sped up. As he stared at you, he couldn't help the realization. Not only were you productive and hardworking, when were you this pretty? He swore he never felt this way towards someone, especially a woman before. This feeling was foreign, different and scared him so much.

Yoongi hastily took off his suit jacket, faltering when he was about to put it over your shivering figure.

Whatever, screw it!

Yoongi laid the jacket over you and walked to the staff room, waiting for the single-serve brewer to process the drink. In less than three minutes, a hot cup of coffee was made. Yoongi walked back to the office workroom, placing the cup far away from the pile of papers and away from your arms in fear you were definitely going to spill it everywhere.

He grabbed a marker, scribbling on a spare piece of paper and placing it under your hands. Sighing, he picked his briefcase up and walked over back to the elevator.

As he drove back to his shared apartment, his thoughts were mixed and clouded, uncertainty the main factor. No matter how much he tried to repress the memory of what he saw that afternoon, he couldn’t. Hoseok, notorious for despising coffee with all his soul, accepted your caffeinated drink without hesitation. If that wasn’t a clear sign he was completely infatuated, his entire life was a lie.

Yoongi had taken an interest in you, but nothing more, right? You were a worker of his and he was perfectly content with his relationship with Hoseok. Not that Hoseok wasn’t, but he wasn’t sure anymore. There were lots of self-doubts that he bottled up.

When you eventually did wake up 30 minutes later, you rubbed your eyes, your nose picking up the scent of coffee. You looked confusedly around you, pulling the jacket off your shoulder and in front of your eyes. This was not your suit jacket. You weren’t rich enough to own one of these. As you brought the jacket up to your nose, you could make up the scent of a familiar cologne. Wasn’t this the scent of Hoseok’s cologne?

As you stretched, a paper fell out from the desk and you picked it up. You brought it up to the light, squinting.

“Go home y/n. I don’t pay you for overtime...”

You blinked, trying to read the even smaller text below that.

“Also, I made you coffee.”

“What in the-” 

Needless to say, this note was definitely written by director Min. You can identify his chicken-scratch any day. But as you dwelled on that fact, you felt your face heat up. Your boss had walked in on you sleeping, completely passed out on the desk and most likely drooling. 

“Ugh, fuck my life!” You screamed into the empty office.

“Why’d he even make me coffee… Doesn’t he know it’s 2 am…”

»—————————–✄

The air only grew thicker every time you met eyes with director Min through the window of his office. It was more awkward as you embarrassingly returned his suit jacket back to him. Before, you would’ve thought you could easily stand up to director Min, but you never expected that he had such a delicate soft side. The fact that he cared for your health and wellbeing gave you an indescribable warmth.

Your interactions with Hoseok were still the best parts of your day as you too chatted with each other. You were so lucky to sit right across from him. Yoongi was forced to watch the interactions that occurred each day, praying for his ring to hurry up and arrive so he can make a statement.

And that date came, his resized ring, which fit perfectly on his finger, came in. The silver metal was sleek with a small diamond embedded in the middle. It didn’t stick out, but at the same height with the rest of the ring. Hoseok had dropped his things when he returned back home and saw Yoongi with it on. He kissed the older until they broke into a giggling fit. Hoseok held onto his hand as they walked together to the wardrobe that stood in their bedroom.

Hoseok pulled out the box that held his ring and slipped it onto his finger as he sighed in bliss.

“It’s official.”

“It was official when we filled out the documents.” Yoongi deadpanned.

“I’m trying to be romantic here!” Hoseok rebutted, pouting.

A calm silence filled their entire home as they both looked at their rings together. It looked different when it was on their finger, more beautiful and meaningful.

“Hey, Hoseok…” Yoongi started, feeling the urge to talk about their relationship. “How do you feel about y/n, romantically?”

“W-what?” Hoseok questioned, taken aback. “Y-yoongi, what are you talking about…?”

“The way you look at y/n is very similar to how you look at me, so I want to know-” He turned his gaze to Hoseok. “Tell me how you feel about her, now.”

“Yoongi, I-I…” Hoseok took a few steps back. “Do you not trust me?” His voice quivered as he couldn’t look at up. “I haven’t done anything...A-and, I wouldn’t do anything to her…” 

“Of course I believe you, Hoseok. You’re too nice to actually hurt me.” Yoongi replied calmly. He walked closer to his lover, wrapping his arms around him. “I’m sorry... I almost made you cry.” Hoseok embraced his lover as he tightly held onto him.

“I’m so sorry, Hoseok. I just-” Yoongi sighed as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “Y’know, I just... Whenever I thought too much about it, I got confused. I never thought I’d find a woman attractive and I previously knew about your past relationships with other women. But... I guess I was envious. You’re always so open about your sexuality that I couldn’t-”

“Yoongi, it’s alright. Take deep breaths and calm down.” Hoseok murmured, rocking his body back and forth. “You’re right, I should’ve made it more clear. I’m sorry too. I wish I could’ve helped you while you were struggling with it. I know how it feels to be lost and confused and I’m sorry I let you down.”

Yoongi sniffled and felt his eyes well up with tears. He kept sniffling as he broke down in Hoseok’s arms. Hoseok softly kissed the top of his head as he held onto him. 

For the years Hoseok had known him, Yoongi was not a guy who cried often. In fact, Hoseok really has only seen Yoongi cry twice before this. Once when he had asked Yoongi out and twice when he proposed to Yoongi.

To see Yoongi be so vulnerable in front of him warmed his heart. This is what he felt love was. This is what having a solid and trusting relationship was. It was something Hoseok only dreamed of when he was younger and now he had just that with the man he loved with his entire being.

The night ended with the two of them in their bed, rings adorned on their fingers as Hoseok made love to him. It was sweet, soft, and romantic that Yoongi couldn’t help the tears that streamed down his face as he stared back up as Hoseok. His life, being a constant mess of work and stress, was always made better with Hoseok. Stress that accumulated as the director of an upcoming company went away as he lost himself. With Hoseok, he didn’t need to think about any of that. He was more than happy to give him what he wanted. With him, Yoongi drowned all his worries away.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The pair fell asleep giving three squeezes with their hands locked together.

»—————————–✄

The next day caused a huge uproar in the office. As Hoseok walked in, smiling and waving ‘hellos’ to everyone, they all immediately noticed his ring. A crowd formed around him all asking him hundreds of questions. Hoseok eyes widened as he blinked and smiled innocently at all the people. You gawked at the beautiful ring on his finger. Now you felt a bit bad that you were blatantly flirting with him when he already had someone.

When the elevator door open and up came Yoongi, it caused even a bigger uproar. He gave a small wave and everyone screamed as they pointed at the same ring on his finger.

“Oh my God!”

“A-are you guys m-married?!”

“AHHHHHHHHH!”

“WHAT THE HECK I DIDN’T THINK-”

“Uh… Good morning to you all too. Now get to work.” Yoongi responded calmly, walking off. As he slipped into his office room, a smirk graced his lips in triumph. 

Now everyone knows the truth.

“Congratulations, Hoseok.” You whispered as he made his way to his desk. He gave you a happy smile, a blush adorning his cheeks.

“Thanks!” He beamed, opening his folder of papers. “Oh, y/n, after work, my fianc- I mean, um… Director Min says he needs to speak with you.” He blushed, pretending as if nothing had happened.

“Y-yeah, okay.” You replied.

Oh no... nononono. Did director Min know I was trying to flirt with his fiancé? But, then again he never worn or said anything about it… Ah, I’m doomed. I’m done for! I’m going to get fired 10 hours from now, I just know it.

Even though you busied yourself in papers and work, the time just flew by. It was already 6 pm and as you knocked on the door, Yoongi’s muffled voice came through. You entered the spacious office only to be met with Yoongi’s expressionless face as he stared at his computer screen.

“Take a seat.”

You pulled one of the chairs that stood in front of his desk as you nervously folded your hands on your lap. The door creaked open as you turned your head around, you were met with the happy smile of Hoseok. He waved as he walked over to his fiancé. Yoongi cleared his throat as Hoseok leaned on his desk.

“So y/n, there was something we wanted to discuss with you.”

You nodded obediently, hoping for anything to break the awkward air. Yoongi continued,

“As you know, Hoseok and I are engaged. And… Well to put bluntly, we both took a particular liking in you. You’re hardworking and extremely diligent and from what I’ve seen, you look like someone who’s loyal.” You lowered your head, unsure whether you were hearing this right.

“Y/n, we were wondering if you would be interested in a… polyamorous relationship with us... We… we may not have the strongest bond together, but we are willing to build one up with you…” Yoongi desperately scanned your face, looking for any sort of expression or confirmation, or anything.

“Um…” You nervously started, clearing your throat. “Well… I do… have a particular liking in both of you, of course, but… I’m… I’m not sure…”

“Of course! We get that!” Hoseok chirped. “We’re not sure how these things work either, but we want to do it with you. After all, you do like us, right?”

“Yes!” You replied with sudden enthusiasm. “Oh… I’m sorry… Um, yes I like both of you. But isn’t that… bad? Shouldn’t I only like one person?”

“Nonsense, y/n.” Hoseok cooed, walking over to cup your face in his hands. “You can’t help who you fall in love with. If you know the difference between love and lust, then that’s all that matters…”

“B-but, what does it mean to be in love?” You whispered.

“How about we find out together?” Hoseok whispered back, wiping away the tear that rolled down your cheek.

You followed Hoseok and Yoongi out of the office as the three of you rode the elevator together. The silent of the night was the only thing that roared in your ears. Even the sound of the engine of Yoongi’s car did not overpower the sound of the night. You watched each time the car would stop at a red light, the pair of lovers would fiddle their hands with each other as if their eyes were to only study their delicate features.

A part of you questioned why you were following them, knowing eventually how the night was going to end, yet, you wanted to be a piece of that love, no matter how small or insignificant. Yoongi held onto your hand, as you climbed the stairs together. His skin was cold and pale, yet he had held you so warmly and lovingly. You could understand why Hoseok was completely in love with him. He pushed the door open to the bedroom as you sat on the fluffy cushions. You brought your legs to your chest as you sat on the pillows, your eyes staring at the entrance of the room.

Yoongi approached you, staring into your eyes. You gulped, the sound echoing in your ears as you tried to stare him down. He smirked at your game, before softly kissing your lips. You smacked your hand over your mouth, face burning up. When you looked up, Hoseok was casually leaning on the wall of the door entrance, smirking at the two of you.

“Did you guys start without me?” He teased, walking over to the bed.

“Are we really doing this?” You asked embarrassingly as both men approached you on the bed.

“Yes.” They both replied in unison. “We both talked about it and decided we’re okay with it,” Yoongi added.

“Unless you don’t-”

“I do!” You cut Yoongi off.

Yoongi nodded, leaning down to kiss you again. But, instead, he roughly kissed your lips, biting your bottom lip.

As the two of you exchanged heated kisses, Hoseok worked on undoing the pants of his fiancé. Hoseok slapped Yoongi’s clothed ass as he flinched a bit. He parted lips from you as he turned to face Hoseok.

“What the heck was that?” He questioned accusingly.

“Don’t jut your ass like that then.” Hoseok looked at him darkly as Yoongi felt a shiver down his spine and obediently backed down.

You watched as Hoseok’s arms wrapped around from Yoongi's back and up to the front of his pants. They shared a kiss as Yoongi tilted his head back to perfectly fit Hoseok’s lips. As they roughly embraced each other, Hoseok’s veiny hands fumbled with the clasp of the belt as he desperately tried to undo it. Yoongi’s hands came down, guiding him and pulling the belt out from his hands.

With the belt thrown onto the floor, Hoseok slid down Yoongi’s pants as he broke off the kiss, panting and eyes fluttering open. He directed his attention back to you as Yoongi crawled over the sheets to bring his lips back to yours. Hoseok pulled the pants off Yoongi’s feet, palming the bare skin of his ass.

You moaned as Yoongi shared kisses with you, his hands resting on your thighs. Hoseok watched as he pulled the nightstand drawer open and squeezed lubricant over his fingers. Yoongi gently pulled on your ruffled shirt, urging you to take it off. His hands slipped under your shirt, unclasping the back of your bra as he dove his tongue into your mouth. You whimpered but lifted your arms enough so Yoongi could slip your top clothing off. It joined all of the other discarded clothes on the ground.

The passionate kiss was cut off as Yoongi yelped and pulled back from you. You cracked your eyes opened, only to see Yoongi whining and arching his back. Hoseok was halfway balls deep as he tilted Yoongi’s head back again to meet his lips.

“Don’t ignore our guest, Yoongi…” Hoseok was stern on the way he spoke, using that time to fully submerge his length in. Yoongi groaned, gripping the sheets as he suddenly looked embarrassed when he met your eyes. He turned his head the other way, hiding his embarrassment as he couldn’t keep eye contact.

“Now, now, Yoongi. Don’t you think that’s…” Hoseok’s hand came down on Yoongi’s ass. “Rude?” He rubbed the red skin soothingly as he nudged Yoongi’s head back to your eyes. When he didn’t get a response out of his fiancé, he gave a few thrusts, causing Yoongi to squirm and whine.

“Hmm? Why aren’t you answering, love?”

“Mm sorry…” He apologized, unbuttoning your pants and undergarments, sliding it down your legs.

He stared, bringing and dipping a finger between your folds. You squirmed as he barely made it halfway in.

“Wow…” He marveled. “Hoseok, she’s so wet already.”

“Oh really?” He teased, looking over the shoulder of his fiancé. “I think you should treat her as a way to apologize.”

Without hesitation, he dipped his head in between your legs, working his tongue. A blissful feeling overcame your body as Yoongi ate you out without tomorrow. You squeezed your eyes closed as you grabbed and pulled on his hair. You whimpered as his tongue worked deeper and deeper, wet sounds echoing throughout the room. However, the pleasurable feeling was cut short as Yoongi faltered. The loud sound of Hoseok’s hips connecting with Yoongi’s ass rang in your ears as your eyes shot open.  

“Ahh! Hoseok!” Yoongi cried out, his mouth losing concentration. He brought his hand to push back Hoseok’s hips to which Hoseok only roughly grabbed.

“Aww, how cute.” Hoseok spit, pulling Yoongi further onto him.

Yoongi brought his spare right hand up to his mouth as he muffled his moans, trying to hide his very weak resistance. You watched with wide eyes as Hoseok completely dominated Yoongi, taking control of the director’s movements. This Hoseok scared you. His angelic and soft office persona contrasted his sexual drive in bed. He was truly a demon.

“Nonono, we’re not having that.” Hoseok hissed, prying Yoongi’s hands away from his mouth. “I’m hearing everything I give you. And I bet y/n wants to hear it too. Y/n, look at how adorable and submissive the director is. Is this what you envisioned him to be?” He laughed darkly as he slammed into Yoongi.

“F-fuck! Ahhhh…” Yoongi panted, his head falling onto the pillows and upper body giving out. You couldn’t help the arousing feeling that dripped out between your legs as you watched Hoseok completely wreck Yoongi.

“Is… Does this usually happen?” You whispered, the breath taken out of you.

“S-shut up…” Yoongi grit, as he struggled to pull himself back up with his weak arms. His pride wouldn't let him just sit there and be quiet.

Hoseok hit his ass again, a sting radiating over Yoongi’s body as he yelped in pain.

“Don’t be rude to y/n. You’re my good boy, right? Now act like one.”

With that, Yoongi cried out as Hoseok’s right hand reached for his dick. His hand gave long strokes as he jerked Yoongi off.  

“H-hoseok!! I… P-please! AH!” He pleaded as tears welled up in the corner of his eyes. The stimulation was too much for his poor body.

“Shhhhhhh.” Hoseok hushed, not stopping his actions. “Shit… You’re still so tight… How in the actual hell... Even after all the times I-” He trailed off, Yoongi’s cries like music to his ears.

Hoseok’s deep thrusts combined with his jerk-off was too much as Yoongi was edged to oblivion. Yoongi convulsed and squirmed in his hold, struggling to tolerate the unbearable pleasure. However, Hoseok let go as he put both hands on Yoongi’s hips, driving to his own high.

“C-coming…” Hoseok stuttered, his hips following with him. Hot liquid spilled inside Yoongi as Hoseok squeezed his eyes shut. Your eyes never left the pair as you watched in amazement. Yoongi’s hair was a mess as it completely covered his eyes. Hoseok was out of breath as he stayed inside for a few more seconds before watching as the white liquid spilled out.

“Sorry about that, y/n. We didn’t mean to make you feel neglected.” Hoseok panted out, sweat rolling down his skin.

“Nono, I didn’t even feel that way. I was too… enthralled by… wow.” You replied, still in disbelief how Yoongi’s small and frail body handled that session.

“Y/n, come over here,” Yoongi ordered. You jumped but crawled over, sitting on your knees obediently. “Cute…” He murmured, running his hand through your hair. You felt your cheeks heat up by his compliment and touch. Was he always this sweet?

“Are you okay with this?” He asked, his eyes holding a fierce determination.

“Y-yes, I am.” You nodded.

Even though Yoongi was the biggest sub to Hoseok a moment ago, he still possessed an intimidating presence around you. You couldn’t help but bow down to him.

“On all fours.”

You obeyed.

“Stick your ass out a bit more.”

You listened.

Yoongi lined himself up at your entrance, observing your stiff body.

“Y/n, breathe. I won’t be rough in the beginning.”

You relaxed your muscles, taking a deep breath as Hoseok sat in front of you, patting the top of your head. He connected your lips as Yoongi slowly pushed in. The stretch hurt, but Hoseok made it his goal to distract you from the pain. He left soft kisses all over your skin as you took Yoongi in.

“Look at you… Such a good girl.” Hoseok praised, ruffling your hair.

A moan left your lips as Yoongi sank back in and out. After a few minutes of passive kissing and slow thrusts, you no longer felt the pain.

“I’m okay now…”

“Are you sure, angel? We have all the time in the world.” Hoseok spoke softly.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You whispered.

Yoongi began a steady pace as you both groaned together. Hoseok watched as two people he cared about pleasured themselves. The innocent look on your face made his mouth water.

Over time, Yoongi’s pace got more intense, until you let out a cry during a particular thrust. Both of the men’s gaze darkened as they stared at you. Yoongi’s hands kneaded your ass as Hoseok no longer had an angelic smile on his face.

You shuddered as Yoongi’s pace completely flipped. He pulled you onto him, fully sinking you onto his length. You whined as you gripped the bed sheets, your body meeting his thrusts.

“A-ah!” You yelped as he grabbed a bundle of your hair and pulled you back. He could no longer hold back, setting a rough pace.

“Yoongi, go harder,” Hoseok commanded.

Upon hearing those words, Yoongi slammed back into you, earning a delicious whine from your lips. Your legs shook and trembled as Yoongi tightly held onto your hips, guiding you the entire way. Hoseok sat in front of you, gently stroking your hair as he watched every heavenly expression you gave out.

You clawed at Hoseok’s legs, looking for anything, any leverage. Hoseok smirked as he stared at your pathetic and desperate figure. From the way you had tears welling in your eyes to the loud gasps each time Yoongi had smacked your ass.

“S-shit…” Yoongi cursed, tilting his head back as he lost himself in pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n. Look at you. You’re doing so well.” Hoseok praised as you leaned your head on top of his thighs.

You cried out every time Yoongi connected his hips with yours, filling you with sheer pleasure as your mouth hung open. His rhythm was steady and rough as he kept his consistency. The grip on your hips was like a vice, knowing full well that bruises were going to form the next morning.

“H-hoseok, I think-” Yoongi muttered, increasing his pace and pushing his body more and more against yours. “S-shit!! Ahh, I can’t-” Yoongi cried out, sweat rolling down his forehead as you tightened too much around him. Yoongi trembled and he finally came inside you, panting as he stayed in for minutes. A euphoric rush overcame him as he slipped out and fell face first on the covers only for Hoseok to push him out of the way and flip you over until you were on your back.

Hoseok pulled your legs apart as he watched cum spill out and onto the clean silk sheets. You, on the other hand, were harshly breathing in and out, hoping to catch a break. Hoseok grinned, his ears delighted to hear the moan that escaped your lips as he pushed in.

“Do you think you can take me?” Hoseok taunted, brushing the hair that stuck onto your face.

“I-I… What do you… mean?” You took labored breaths, feeling extremely filled.

“Do you want me to hold back, y/n?” Hoseok sweetly cooed, staring directly into your eyes. “I can hold back if you need a break, love.”

You shook your head. “No… I can… I think I can, Hoseok…” Your voice trailed off as you prepared yourself for the man in front of you.

“You’re so good to me, angel~” Hoseok cooed again before violently snapping his hips harshly. LIke a flip of a switch, his whole demeanor changed as he roughly slammed into you.

“Fuck!” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as you gripped the sheets on both sides of you. “H-hoseok! Ah! W-wait! Wait! Ah!”

“Goddamn, you sound so good,” Hoseok growled as he hovered over top of you. You shuddered, feeling another touch on your skin. Yoongi gently stroked your cheek as he stared down at your lust filled face.

“Look at how good she looks, Hoseok.” Yoongi slurred, watching intently every time Hoseok moved. “I bet she wants you to ruin her.”

“N-no. T-this is f-fine. No… more than this.” You choked out, the intense pleasure blurring all line of thought.

Hoseok let out a devilish smirk as he grabbed your hips, only to push you down on him harder. You cried out, your body shaking as you twisted and bundled the sheets beneath you.

With your half-lidded eyes, you stared up at Hoseok, his face contorted in a serious expression as he focused on delivering the most pleasurable experience. His body was hot and sweaty as his lean muscles flexed every time he adjusted his grip on you.

As Hoseok slowed down for a bit, you pushed your legs back together in hopes of relieving the aching feeling between your legs. You rolled over onto your side, both of your legs fully shut and on top of each other. Hoseok tsked, grabbing ahold on of your right leg, prying it open and exposing it back up.

“Don’t fucking close them.” He seethed, immediately pushing his length back in. You let out a high cry as Hoseok realigned himself, his arms holding your legs apart.

“Where is it…” He grit, plunging back into you in several directions. “Where…”

“H-hoseok, what are y-you…” You whined, looking up to only see his eyes concentrated on your legs. Hoseok thrusted roughly back again, causing a surprising yelp out from your lips. You instinctively covered your mouth with two hands as Hoseok smirked.

“Found it…” He mumbled as he repeatedly hit the same spot over and over again. Yoongi wrestled with your hands as he pulled them off from your mouth to hear your beautiful cries of pleasure.

“Now be a good girl and take it, okay? We know you can. You’re such a strong girl.” Yoongi murmured into your ear as you lost the ability to form coherent words. Every time Hoseok hit your sweet spot, an indescribable shock was sent down your spine as your legs quivered. The snap of his hips was quick as he reached your g-spot almost effortlessly every time.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Hoseok let out a string of curses as he buried himself even deeper. He gave you every single precious inch as he tried to outdo himself. “She’s… Fuck! Don’t do that… Ah, shit. Shit! I’m not going to last-” Hoseok’s voice trailed off as he fell on top of you, his lips right next to your ear.

“A-are you going to cum, y/n?” Hoseok groaned into your ear, his pace unrelenting as you squirmed and moaned.

You gave him a small nod of your head as he kissed your cheek. “O-okay…” He stuttered. “Let’s f-finish then.”

With a few more thrusts, you came, tightening around Hoseok’s length as he groaned. His pace lost its precision as he erratically pushed in. Seconds later, Hoseok released his sticky and warm cum all over, immediately spilling out as he sat up. Yoongi gave him a grin as they both stared at your fucked expression. Your hair stuck to your face as your eyes shut closed, completely exhausted.

“C’mon angel, there’s one more thing left.” Yoongi kissed the top of your forehead as you slowly opened your eyes back up. Hoseok looked divine and golden. From the way his hair parted to how it stuck to his forehead, it was too beautiful for your eyes. His toned chest and stomach suddenly made you feel much smaller than you previously felt before.

Hoseok brought his lips to yours, softly connecting them as he tasted the inside of your mouth. As he separated from you, he reached behind you to kiss Yoongi. Hoseok’s body toppled over you as he roughly dragged Yoongi closer to him. Yoongi let out a yelp before Hoseok crushed his lips again, diving his tongue straight into the cavern of his mouth.

“I love you, Yoon.” Hoseok smiled sweetly, nudging his forehead before breaking into a contagious giggle. Yoongi couldn’t help but smile himself as they both interlocked left hands, their rings matching.

“Let’s clean her up and then rest.” Yoongi proposed, his eyes grazing your sleeping figure. Hoseok nodded along, their eyes staring lovingly at their new partner, a new beginning with an addition to their family.

Hoseok and Yoongi curled on each side of you, a warm blanket overtop them as they huddled as close as possible to your body.

»—————————–✄

As morning peeked in from the curtains, you shuffled in the bed, grabbing hold onto the sheets. Your arm laid on a toned chest and your back pushed against another chest. You slowly sat up, rubbing your blurry eyes, An arm from behind you pulled you back down, giggling in your ear.

“Mmm, good morning, y/n,” Hoseok whispered, his voice hoarse. As you stared at him, you couldn’t help but gawk at his good looks despite just waking up. His hair was a mess yet it parted on top of his forehead beautifully. His hoarse voice sent tingles down your body as you leaned into his embrace.

“Good morning, Hoseok.” You murmured, earning a kiss on the neck.

You yelped as you felt another pull behind you. As you turned your head, you were greeted with a poof of hair coming from Yoongi’s head. He had a scowl on his face as he nudged his face into your neck.

“Don’t hog her all for yourself…” He mumbled, his voice much lower than how he regularly spoke.

“Are your voices okay?” You asked, concern lacing your voice.

“They’re alright, y/n. I think it’s just cause we never got that vocal before…At least for me.” Hoseok winked teasingly.

You hid your face in your palms, your whole body heating up. The more you thought about the night before, you couldn’t help but be embarrassed. You just slept with your company’s director and manager, who were married to each other. There was something in you that couldn’t get over that. However, both men let out protests as they clawed at your hands.

“Don’t hide your beautiful face, y/n~” Hoseok whined, trying to pull your hand off.

“Let me see youuu…” Yoongi pouted, his chin resting on your shoulder.

They both tickled your sides as you squirmed around to which they immediately pried your hands off.

“Victory is!” Hoseok shouted.

“Ours!” Yoongi chirped, even getting himself excited.

The two boys rested their heads on each side of your bare body, leaving small kisses over your skin. You brushed through Hoseok’s hair as he dove straight from your neck and shoulder.

“...Love you…” You heard them mumble as their kisses became more heavy and rough.

You felt Yoongi’s hand grip your chin, turning you to face him. He connected his lips with you sloppily as saliva spilled down the side of your lips. His lips tasted of rich lavender and a hint of peach. Hoseok intertwined both of your legs together, marking your skin.

Both men squeezed each one of your hands three times as they sighed in bliss.

“Why’d you squeeze it three times?” You asked, looking back at your hand.

“It’s our secret message to each other,” Yoongi mumbled, turning over to face you.

“What does it mean?” You asked as both Yoongi nudged his head on your chest.

Hoseok kissed the top of your forehead and then your cheek.

“It means, ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you.’”

Your cheeks heated up as you hid your face into the pillow. Hoseok only stared warmly at you.

“You’re the one for us, y/n. We’ll figure things out in the end. Let’s just enjoy the ride. Together~”

[ Part Two ] 

[moistmailman]

House Wife AU part 5

*Halloween Night*

Pyrrha, wearing a cowboy costume: *handing out candy* Oh my goodness, what are you supposed to be, sweetie?

Little boy, happily: I’m an astwonaut!

Pyrrha, giggling: Well you have to be the cutest little astronaut ever. Here you go. *puts candy in bag.

Boy's parents: What do you say to the nice lady?

Little boy: Thank you, nice lady.

Pyrrha, smiling sweetly: You’re welcome, sweetie. Have a happy Halloween! *shuts door and yells towards her stairs* Hey kids! Are you guys almost ready for trick or treating?

Troy’s voice, from up stairs: Yeah hold on! Almost done!

Pyrrha: Please hurry! Uncle Roman and Mercury should be here any minute no—

*Door bell rings*

Pyrrha, grabbing bowl of candy: Ope, more trick or treaters. *opens door* Happy Halloween!

Roman, chuckling: Oooh, we get candy too?

Mercury: And here I thought this holiday was only for kids.

Pyrrha, chuckling: Oh, it’s you two. I’m sorry. I thought you guys were trick or treaters. Please, come in. The kids are getting ready.

Mercury, walking in: So, are the kiddos excited to go trick or treating?

Pyrrha, smiling: They sure are. They been waiting all year for this. They were too excited to go to sleep last night actually. They were too busy talking about how much candy they were going to get. It was adorable.

Roman, smiling: Yeah, I'm sure it was. So, where’s Cindie?

Pyrrha, frowning: Hmm? She should be around here somewhere. Where is she? Hey sweetheart, come here! Roman and Mercury are here!

Cinder’s voice, sighing in the other room: Hold on! Just....give a minute.

Mercury, raising an eyebrow: What’s wrong with her?

Pyrrha, smiling: Oh nothing. Our kids’ picked our costumes and she’s....she’s not the biggest fan of hers.

Roman: Oh really? How bad is it?

Pyrrha: It’s not even bad. She’s just being a little grump. Cinder, sweetheart, are you coming?

Cinder’s voice, approaching: Yeah, hold on! I’m on my way.

*Suddenly Cinder grudgingly walks through the door with a Bo Peep costume on, including the pink polkadotted dress, hat, and even cane*

Cinder, scowling:...........

Roman/Mercury:........*snorts laughter*

Cinder, glaring: You shut your god damn mouths!

Mercury, laughing: Nice costume. Where's your other toy friends?

Cinder, gritting her teeth: Shut up.

Roman, laughing: Are you trying out a new look or something? It really suits you.

Cinder: I swear to God I will fucking shove my foo—

Pyrrha: Hey, language. Just calm down and ignore them, okay? Besides, I think you look really cute in that costume anyway. *kisses her* You're my cute Bo Peep.

Cinder, sighing: Where are the kids?

Pyrrha, smiling: They should be coming down. *Yells towards the stairs* Hey kids! Come down, uncle Roman and Mercury are here!

*Loud footsteps are heard*

Achilles’s voice: COMING!

*Achilles and Troy excitedly run down stairs in sheep costumes*

Pyrrha, cooing: Aww, look how precious you two look. You’re my two little precious lambs. *kisses their heads*

Mercury: So, I see there’s a theme going on.

Pyrrha, smiling: Yeah, they just saw toy story last week and loved it. So they picked our costumes and we picked theirs. *Cooing* And I'm honestly so happy I picked these costumes, but they are absolutely adorable, I swear. Whose mommy's little lambs? *Kisses their heads a bunch againi

Achilles: Mooom! You're embarrassing us!

Pyrrha, punching Achilles cheek: Oh nonsense. There's nothing embarrassing about a mother's love. Now scoot together so I can't take some pictures.

*Pyrrha snaps a bunch of pictures of her kids, while slightly getting teary eyed and mumbling about her "precious lambs"*

Roman, crouching down: So are you kiddos ready for trick or treating?

Achilles, jumping: Heck yeah I am!

Troy, shaming with excitement: I can’t wait! We are going to get so much candy!

Mercury: You got that right! We marked all the rich people’s house that give the best candy out! So your bags are going to be packed!

Achilles: Yes! I can’t wait!

Troy: Lets Go!

Cinder: Hold on, guys. Let me have a word with your 'uncles' real quick. Comm’ere for a minute, you two.

Mercury, sighing: Oh great.

Roman, sighing: Just give us a minute kids. This won’t take long.

*Cinder escorts Mercury and Roman to the living room privately*

Cinder, deadly serious: I just want to tell you guys that if you lose our kids, or if ANYTHING happens to them, I’ll kill you both.

Roman, rolling his eyes: Yeah Yeah, I know.

Cinder: I’m serious. I will kill you both with no hesitation at all. No matter how far you run, and where you hide, I will find and slaughter you both like the dogs you are.

Mercury, groaning: We know already. You literally tell us this each time we baby sit them at all.

Cinder, growling: And I mean it each and everytime too. Don’t let them out of your sights, or so help me god I’ll—

Roman, rolling his eyes: Kill us, we got it. Can we go now?

Cinder: Yeah. Get out of here. And don’t make me regret letting you do this.

Roman, smiling: Right. See you around, farmer’s daughter.

Cinder: Dont you fucking call me th—

Roman, leaving with the kids: Let’s go guys. Say bye bye to your mommies.

Troy/Achilles, waving: Bye bye!

Pyrrha, smiling and waving: Goodbye, we love you! Have fun and be safe!

Roman, waving: We will. See you later.

Pyrrha, smiling: Well the kids are gone now. So you know what that means we can do finally~

Cinder, smiling: Oh most definitely.

Pyrrha: Time to watch a bunch of bad horror movies!

Cinder, chuckling: Yep! Ill make the popcorn! Let's go!

*hours later*

Roman, walking down the street: Man, I can’t believe that Cindie doesn’t fully trust us with the kiddos yet.

Mercury: I know right. I mean, we’re great babysitters.

Roman: We’re the best! And we’re doing this for free too! She should be greatful!

Mercury: She really should! But no, she thinks we're nothing but idiots.

Roman: Tell me about it. We're not that dumb. We are actually very two smart men!

Mercury: You can say that again! Plus the kids love us! Don’t you guys?

Achilles/Troy:.........

Mercury, concerned: Hey, are you kiddos alright? Wait, did you guys change bags or something? *crouches down* What’s goin—.......

Roman, worries: What? What’s wrong? *crouches down* Do they have candy on their mouths or som— *gasps* O-oh my god.

*Roman looks and sees two confused kids wearing identical sheep costumes, but being completely two different kids, both of them being cat faunuses*

Roman, panicking: Oh my fucking god!

Mercury, panicking: Please tell me I’m going insane! Please tell me that I don’t see two cat ears on them right now! Tell me anything but—

Roman, nearly crying: Jesus Christ, we somehow mixed up kids! We got the wrong ones!

Mercury, voice cracking: Anything BUT that!

Roman: Oh my god! This can't be happening?! We just accidentally committed two kidnappings! How is this even possible?! How did we manage to do this?! The chances of this happening is comically and astronomically low! Oh fuck!! This is so stupid, even for us! Oh my god! This doesn't happen to normal people! This is like some three stooges level of stupidity! Cinder's going to kill is!

Mercury: Stop jumping to conclusion man! We might not die! Look, maybe....just maybe, Cinder might not notice if we show up with these two instead. L-like, we could dye her hair red and boom, it's essentially Achilles and Troy! That's possible, right?

Roman: NO, YOU DAMN IDIOT! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! DID YOU SUDDENLY GROW SHIT FOR BRAINS OR SOMETHING?! FOR GOD SAKE, ONE OF THEM IS A GIRL! A GIRL WITH CAT EARS! HOW THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO CONVINCE THEIR PARENTS THAT THEYRE ACHILLES AND TROY?! AND WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH THESE TWO KIDS RIGHT HERE?!

Mercury: I DONT KNOW BUT STOP YELLING AT ME, IM GRASPING FOR STRAWS! I'M DESPERATE!

Roman: OH MY GOD! SHE’S GOING GO KILL US!!! SHE’S ACTUALLY GOING GO KILL US! WE’RE DEAD! WE’RE SO DEAD! OH CHRIST, WE NEED TO MOVE AWAY, FAR AWAY TO A PLACE WHERE SHE CANT FIND US! CHANGE IDENTITIES AND LOOKS! ROMAN AND MERCURY NO LONGER EXIST ANYMORE! WE’RE NOW GRAY AND YURI! GROW A MUSTACHE WHILE I GROW A GOATEE OR SOMETHING, I DONT FUCKING KNOW–

Mercury: GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, MAN! WE GOTTA CALM DOWN! WE CANT JUST GIVE UP HOPE RIGHT AWAY! HOPE IS ALL WE GOT! LOOK, WE JUST GOTTA FIND THESE KIDS’ PARENT AND THEN WE’RE FIND OUR KIDS! OKAY?! ALL IS NOT LOST!

Roman: YOURE RIGHT! ALL WE GOTTA DO IS FIND THEM AND WE ARENT DEAD! YOU'RE BRILLIANT!

Mercury: Okay, uhm....Heya kiddos, uhm.....do you think you guys can show us to your house? You have any idea where you live?

One of the kids: *nods quietly*

Mercury: Yes yes yes yes! We aren’t going to die! We are going to survive! Okay, let’s go!

*meanwhile*

Pyrrha, eating popcorn: I honestly don’t understand why everyone in these horror movies are so dumb. Like, does common sense don't exist in these worlds?

Cinder, chuckling: How else are they supposed to die in these easily avoidable ways for our amusement?

Pyrrha, giggling: Yeah, I guess you’re right. But couldn't they just make the killer smarter?

Cinder: Yeah, but then they would have to put effort into the writing.

Pyrrha: *snorts*

*Phone rings in the kitchen*

Cinder, standing: I'll get it.

Pyrrha: Can you make some more popcorn while you’re at it?

Cinder, smiling: Yeah, hold on.

*Cinder walks into the kitchen and answer their phone*

Cinder: Hello?........Yang? Yang who? Oh wait, you’re one of Pyrrha’s friends, right?....oh, okay. How can I help you?........wait, slow down. You're talking to fast.......what do you mean your wife’s going to kill you if she finds out. What’s going on?......uh no, why would we have your kids?......a mix up? What mix up?.......why do you have Troy and Achil— OH MY GOD, I’M GOING TO KILL THEM!!!

[keepingup-withthetargaryens]

S7, E5: Eastwatch

More like Bae-fucking-watch. Am I right?

So Jaime is alive and not really very well, but thanks to Bronn, still breathing. I like that he still has the energy to insult Bronn for possibly killing him when, he was literally launching himself at a dragon. I’m really curious as to HOW Jaime and Bronn are somehow magically DOWN RIVER of all of the chaos, and unsure as to how that river is THAT DEEP. Westerosi magic.

Meanwhile, Dany is addressing everyone with Drogon looming over them. She tells them to bend the knee or die, and honestly doesn’t show herself to be much different than Cersei when she just verbalized that she is. But, then again, Cersei didn’t give the people in the Sept of Baelor a choice, did she? Details, details.

Tyrion tries to tell her to give them the option of a cell, and she doesn’t like the idea of slavery - she just freed a ton of people in Essos from that bond, and frankly, we don’t have time for that this season. We have bigger fish to fry. Like Dickon and Randyll Tarly, apparently.

Honestly, this was dumb. Fry Randyll, fine. But Dickon? I don’t like the dude, but I think he could have served more of a purpose if he wasn’t crispy. I really didn’t think she would kill both of them. But - luckily for us, we know that Sam is still alive and just inherited everything that House Tarly was, which he can now do since he’s no longer becoming a Maester - if he survives the war for the dawn. RIP Dicksa fandom (which I just learned about last night and now I feel like it’s ironic that it’s 100% put to rest).

The whole burning people alive thing is 100% a nod to her father, the Mad King, whom everyone compares her to, and she just took one step closer. But I don’t think she’ll remain on that path... D&D just like drama. And I don’t think she particularly enjoyed doing it, by the way she said Dracarys. It was merely a tool to sacrifice two to get the rest of the men on board.

Meanwhile, back in incest-ville, Jaime is SHOOK. Cersei’s like “it’ll be fine” and he’s like, “really? really? let me tell you how it all went down” and she still doesn’t really back down. To be continued.

Back on Dragonstone, Dany and Drogon have landed.

And Jon is conveniently waiting for them on a cliff like ye olde war wives.

Literally my face while watching this scene.

Idk about you, but if I saw a dragon land in front of me and show me its teeth, the first thing I’d do is be polite and take off my glove before touching it. Jon knows his manners.

How expensive was this? Very. But honestly as someone who has been WAITING for Jon to interact with a dragon for 10+ years, this was highly satisfying. Essentially the significance here is that while Dany can semi-control and interact with her dragons, they aren’t keen on letting anyone else do it. They didn’t even let Tyrion all that close to them, although they didn’t kill him either (and that’s an entire other can of worms with the Tyrion as a secret Targaryen theory and I’m not going into that right now) and Jon doesn’t even have any food for him, but Drogon seems perfectly content to let Jon touch him. Typically, only dragon riders, Targaryens, and people who had been around dragons for a LONG time could get this close to them in the books. So - take this with GREAT significance, and more to come once the episode moves along. Needless to say, Dany is also VERY interested in the fact that Drogon lets Jon do this.

Also, if you watch when she’s telling him that no matter how scary they are, they’re still her children, he’s literally heart-eyes-motherfucker staring straight at her before he catches himself and says “you weren’t gone long”.

Dany asks him about what Davos meant when he said Jon took a knife in his heart for his people, and he tells her that Davos often gets carried away - but he doesn’t get the chance to tell her because...

Guess who’s back with a brand new track?

J-J-J-Jorah the explorer! A.K.A. Ser Friendzone.

When she hugged him, all I could think about was that letter that he wrote her when he thought he was going to have to fall on his sword or be taken by greyscale and it was literally the sappiest love letter - and I know sappy love letters because I teach middle school (I know).

That is a HUG and Jon isn’t too excited about it, but Jon isn’t really excited about anything, ever.

The irony here is that Jon carries Jorah’s family sword, and Jon’s best friend rid Jorah of greyscale. One big happy family.

This face literally translates to “what are you doing here with my queen you broody hot asshole?” 

That’s so Raven/Raisin Bran gets a vision and tells everyone, via raven. Like, the entire country. Bran is the mobile CNN update of Westeros.

Annoying old dudes are annoying. Listen to Sam, you assholes.

Jon: babe, I gotta go Dany: so soon? You don’t have any men and I didn’t tell you that you could go Jon: I gotta go Jorah: I AM BIGGER AND STRONGER I WILL GO Everyone: *ignores Jorah* Tyrion: Hold on I have a clever plan, let’s show Cersei white walkers are real and then she won’t want to kill us all Everyone: she will always want to kill us all Tyrion: But maybe not right now - delay it a while Everyone: great plan Jorah: Does this mean I get to be an explorer Everyone *ignores Jorah*

So last time anyone tried to bring a Wight down south, they had that hand that was all rotted out by the time it got to King’s Landing. Also this was the point in the show when I realized the particular reddit spoilers I found were real and correct. Ugh. Like, I’m happy to have episode outlines but I’m also not?

Meanwhile, Bronn sets up a secret meeting, and Jaime is NOT HAPPY. 

Meanwhlie, Davos goes to find Gendry. “I thought you might still be rowing” - DAVOS IS ALL OF US since season 3

Here he is looking like a goddamn Christian Bale but better.

And he has a warhammer.

HELLO, reference to Robert, who fought with one, and killed Rhaegar with it.

“This is Gendry” “He’ll do”  OH HE WILL MORE THAN DO.

Cersei is pregnant with another incestuous child. Joy!

Moving on, I am such a stan for this moment because they are both so great. I like how they talk about how their fathers were friends and I’m just like oh but Ned wasn’t your father but go on being adorable together.

Jorah: bye babe Jorah: *sees Jon* Jorah: *marks his territory* Jon: bye, if I die you won’t have to worry about conquering my territory or me bending the knee Dany: but.... don’t..... go... 

Dany: *watches all baes sail away*

Okay. All jokes aside, THIS is one of the most important scenes GoT has ever shown us. To most people, who are NOT book readers, it was just Gilly talking about some guy who kept a too-detailed journal, and Sam getting fed up with all this shit. 

BUT.

Gilly asks Sam what an annulment is. Sam tells her it’s when a man sets aside his lawful wife and takes another. She says that a prince “Raggar” (Rhaegar) got an annulment and married another in a secret ceremony in Dorne.

HELLO.

OH my god I’m mentally screaming.

Rhaegar Targaryen. Dany’s brother. Jon’s father. He was married to Elia Martell of Dorne (Oberyn’s sister). She had two sons with him, but he knew that “the dragon has three heads” and he believed his children would fulfill an ancient prophecy. She couldn’t have any more children since she almost died having their second, and he got an annulment. From Elia. He MARRIED LYANNA STARK IN A SECRET CEREMONY IN DORNE. 

1) This shuts down the polygamist theories that have been floating around for years

2) If Jon’s parents were officially MARRIED at the time of his birth, he is NOT a bastard at all, but a legitimate Targaryen and the rightful heir to the throne of the seven kingdoms, as Rhaegar was crown prince, and it’s passed down through the male line. 

Like... WHAT. I. HAVE. BEEN. WAITING. YEARS. FOR. THIS. AND. YOU. CASUALLY. DROP. IT. IN. MY. FACE.

Rhaegar and Lyanna are literally my favorite thing about Game of Thrones. If we don’t get a flashback of them, I’m going to freak out. Although they supposedly cast this guy named Wilf as Rhaegar and I’m so much more down with Devin Oliver being Rhaegar but... oh well. I love the people of the internet for these anyway:

So, anyway, reference that back to Jon being so friendly with Drogon - bam. Targaryen blood. Blood of the dragon. Love it, this is amazing, I am living. Go, Targaryen baby, go.

Okay, another thing that needs explaining. Littlefinger is 100% trying to turn Arya and Sansa against each other. What we have to remember is that they DID NOT get along as children, and they haven’t seen each other in years. Yes, they are family, but their bond is not all that great. Arya is already mad at Sansa for not sticking up for Jon when the lords were talking shit about him.

So, remember how they said that Maeser Luwin kept copies of every Raven scroll that was sent to Winterfell? This is the copy of the scroll that Cersei forced Sansa to write back in Season 1, when they told her that her father was a traitor, and that she needed to write to Robb and tell him to swear fealty to Joffrey since Robert had died. If you remember, Cersei painted it so it looked like Ned tried to take the throne from Joffrey, when really, he was trying to figure out why his friend died so mysteriously.

Sansa did what she was told by Cersei, because at that time she was naive and still thought there was a chance she could be queen - and Ned hadn’t been executed yet so things didn’t seem as dire to her as they really were. 

Littlefinger knows that if Arya believes Sansa betrayed their family (and lied about what Ned was doing) it will split them apart, and she will become volatile and dangerous to Sansa - meaning Sansa will have to do something about it.

Honestly, I think this is just a piece of dumb drama, but they have been building up to this for a while. In the S7 trailer, Sansa says “the lone wolf dies, and the pack survives”. I still think Littlefinger is the lone wolf and he’s grasping at straws.

And, we end with the A-team going to find a wight to prove to Cersei that they exist. TBH, when I read this in the reddit spoilers, I was like “what a dumb idea!” but here we are. So, good luck, boys.

Until next week.

P.S. - if you have any specific questions that you want me to answer for next week, feel free to put it in my ask - I got quite a few this week that I clarified in here (hopefully).

Thanks for reading! 

[hanzotalon]

warnings? small suicide mention and some nsfw implications but ultimately it’s fade to black though

i wrote this all today for me and decided to not proofread it because i’m tired. i’d post this on ao3 if i had an account but i gotta wait for my invite. so hopefully some ppl like a fic about hanzo being in a poly relationship with talon?

Hanzo woke up, feeling way too warm and sweaty. 'Disgusting,' he thought, groggily rubbing his eyes. He tried getting up but was pinned down by something heavy. Looking over to his left and seeing Akande, Hanzo sighed and then smiled. He wiggled around, trying to get in a good position to kiss this handsome man. After some struggling, he placed a soft one on Akande's forehead and gently made his own touch it. Hanzo immediately regretted this action, because Akande had pulled him closer and his sweaty skin touching more of his very warm and shirtless boyfriend made him too hot. He groaned and felt movement behind him and felt legs tangle with his and arms wrapping around his body. This body was somewhat cooler, but it didn't help the situation.

"Amélie, please..." Hanzo grumbled. He heard his girlfriend make a sound, but she didn't back off. He tried moving again, but he couldn't. "Akande. Amélie...?" He said, trying to wake them both up, but it was to no avail. He was trapped. 'I'm going to die here. Instead of dying from my own hands or my enemies, I'm going to die from the heat and dehydration because of the ones I love... I suppose this is a better way to go.' He laid there with a huge frown on his face.

"Wait!" Fully awake now, Hanzo remembers the other two. "Sombra? Gabriel?!" He tried to sit up again a couple of times to see if those two were still in bed with them. "Sombra?" He didn't see the hacker behind Amélie. "Great..." Sombra often stayed up late, doing who-knows-what on her computer, so she often sleeps in but there were also many times where she was either still up or woke up early. Hanzo tried to sit up and look over again; this time to see if his and Akande's boyfriend was behind Akande. "Gabriel?" He had more difficulty, since Akande was the biggest of all five of them. "Gabriel?" he called out, but again no reply. The Reaper's sleeping habits was also bad: having trouble falling asleep and having nightmares plague him; but he was usually the first to wake up. So Hanzo wasn't sure why he thought his boyfriend would still be on the other side of their boyfriend. 'Because he's been able to sleep in more lately...'

Hanzo hoped those two were close by and not getting lost in their own worlds. He started shouting their names a couple of times and then stopped, when he saw no results -- not even these two beside him stirred. "Am I being punked?" he wondered aloud. Akande and Amélie weren't heavy sleepers; they couldn't be, not in their world. "Hey, you two. Wake up. GABRIEL!" He started thrashing a little, feeling sticky and gross.

"What is it, Hanzo?" an amused, gravelly voice asked out of nowhere. Then, he saw that iconic white mask. It had intimidated him before, but once he was told it was based off an owl, Hanzo thought it was cute. "Making a racket this early in the morning." He realized that the damn Reaper was holding a cup of something and watched him hold the straw and take a sip. Hanzo huffed and pouted.

"Do you not see me?" Gabriel laughed and set down his drink on the night table.

"What? You don't like being sandwiched between two attractive people?" Hanzo huffed again, and he felt the left side of the bed sank a little lower as Gabriel sat next to Akande. "Even though, you always try to get in between me and Akande." His voice full of mirth.

Hanzo ignored the statement, asking instead, "Are you three doing this on purpose?"

"Doing what?" The voice got lower and sexier. Hanzo felt a hand touch his face, gently moving it to make him face its owner. He turned his eyes away when he saw that Gabriel took off his mask. He heard him laugh and couldn't help but blush when he felt the other touch his lips.

"Please, it's too hot for this. When is the AC getting fixed?" Hanzo said, trying to sound annoyed. He heard a soft sigh from behind him and felt a pair of legs untangle from his own.

"He is right, monsieurs. Too hot," Amélie said softly. She moved away from Hanzo, and he felt the grip on him loosened and rumbles from Akande's chest as he giggled. Hanzo saw the man next to him open his eyes, and he couldn't help but smile goofily and then hide his face, when he realized that both men's eyes are on him.

"It is not that bad, but I suppose we shouldn't be in bed like this any longer." Akande released Hanzo and sat up, making Gabriel remove his hand from Hanzo's face and make some room.

"Finally..." Hanzo grumbled. He got up and went to the bathroom, but before he could close the door, Amélie stopped him and got in. "Amélie, please," he said softly and urgently. "I need to use the toi--"

"It is fine. I'm just going to shower," she said matter-of-factly, closing the door and taking off her clothes. "I know what you look like with your pants down." Hanzo sputtered for a moment before relenting and doing his business. He watched her get into the shower out of the corner of his eyes and then avert his gaze when he saw her see him watching. She laughed and reached out for his face. They kissed deeply, and he felt weak. As fast as it happened, it felt like it ended too soon, and she knew it. "You're free to join me," she said, closing the glass door. "After you wash your hands, of course."

Hanzo hurried, trying to get in with her as soon as possible. Then, there was a loud knock on the door. "Lacroix, this is not fair. He kissed me first; I should be in there with him." Then, there was a couple of murmurs. "Okay, Gabriel and I should be in there with him."

Hanzo was about to speak, but he was interrupted by some of the most softest lips he has ever kissed in his lifetime. He looked up to the woman before him and they ignored Hanzo's boyfriends as they started to become more physically intimate.

After awhile, they walked to the kitchen, seeing the other three sitting and eating: Sombra with her annoying smile, Akande with a cute pout, and Gabriel with his mask back on. Amélie sat next to Sombra, and Hanzo sat in the middle of the two couples like always. "Wow, took you guys long enough. Thought there may have been an accident," Sombra exclaimed. "Of course, we may have thought it if we didn't hear all the noise you two were making."

Hanzo and Amélie replied almost at the same time.  "Jealous? If only you weren't gone--" "At least I'm not as obnoxious in bed like you are with your moans."

"Hey--!" Sombra protested, but Amélie kissed her, shutting her up. Sombra smiled dumbly, while continuing her work on her laptop.

"Lacroix--" "Widowmaker--" The two men started their complaints, making Hanzo laugh into his hand. He heard Gabriel stop and saw that he had given Amélie and him their own plates of food. He smiled thankfully and started eating. Akande grumbled and pouted but stopped when Hanzo looked at him. Akande kissed him and smiled broadly.

"You know Hanzo, Akande wouldn't let me kiss him until he kissed you first," Gabriel said. He pretended to sulk, until Akande kissed him as well.

"Thought it wouldn't be good if I kissed other men so early in the day."

"I'm your boyfriend too. I'm both of your boyfriend, and I kissed you first." Gabriel continued to sulk.

Hanzo laughed and Sombra made a face. "Okay, I don't want to see my bosses like this. I'll be in my room. Bye Hanzo." She left, carrying her laptop and plate. Amélie kissed Hanzo on the cheek before following Sombra with her own plate.

Hanzo let his boyfriends flirt and tease each other while he eat. Gabriel took off his mask and they started kissing. "Oh, am I going to be left out now?" Hanzo asked.

"You left us out earlier with Lacroix," Gabriel teased, while Akande gently moved Hanzo to sit on his lap. "Also I thought you didn't like being sandwiched between two attractive people." His voice getting lower with each word as he got closer to them. "I thought it was too hot for this?"

"If it's between you two though..." Hanzo said. His breathing getting heavier. His two handsome boyfriends pressing their bodies even closer. He felt movement around him and all over him.

"Oh? Did you hear that Gabriel?" Akande asked. He chuckled as he kissed Hanzo and then Gabriel.

"How lucky for us that our boyfriend likes us that much..." Hanzo felt hands reaching under his shirt but suddenly everything stopped. "But maybe we should move this to the bedroom so we don't interrupt Lacroix and Sombra."

"Oh my god--" "No--" Akande and Hanzo protested and complained, but they complied as Gabriel left. Hanzo was about to remove himself from Akande's lap, but Akande tutted and just carried him to Gabriel's room.

Everyone came out later, happy and tired, and they decided to watch a movie together.

"Let's watch this!" "No, that is not a good movie. Let's watch this instead." "No, let's watch this." The argument continued for awhile, but they chose to watch a romcom that Gabriel and Amélie wanted to watch. Sombra and Akande weren't happy – Hanzo knew that they would probably be the ones who would like it the most by the end of it – but they got into their usual spots anyways. Sombra sat at one end with her legs on Amélie's lap. Hanzo sat next to Amélie with some space in between for Sombra's feet. Amélie grasped Hanzo's hand and squeezed it. Then, she let go, putting her hands on Sombra's lap. Akande sat next to Hanzo and put his arm around him and Gabriel who immediately snuggled into him.