#but its nkt that deep moving on

[grossillygirl]

When all the smut i read is about "porcelain" or "pale" skin and im jusy like :( usually it doesn't get to me literally ever cus i just imagine it says brown or whatever but randomly im like :( why cant it ever be about me from the start urghhdhg does no one like brown skin that much? am i supposed to be insecure about that, is this why people are insecure about their skin colour okay inget ti jow.

books and things not being diverse has literally never affected ke because i always automatically changed it in my head for it to suit me. but i guess i understand it now, like i can actually sympathise with the feeling now of feeling left out or unwanted cus im having to insert myself into scenarios rather than alr be considered/ included.

[thoughtsofafruit]

Can we please talk about grief?

Tw: Grief, parent loss, mentions of mental health issues

Look, I'm starting to see more accurate representations of grief in media but so often is shown in such an unrealistic way that makes my skin crawl and sometimes that bad representation makes me feel like I'm in the wrong for how I've experienced grief.

My mum died when I was five. It sucked. It still sucks. It will always suck. I know that, anyone who has a similar experience knows that. Yet sometimes I'll pick up a book and boom parent dies, completely over it in three days or a week or some insane shit.

I'm eighteen now. I spent my entire time in school after my mum died being bullied in some form or another. I had to move schools in the middle of the school year, I lost my closest friends, and every single thing in my life was different. The only thing that has actually felt consistent in that entire time is grief.

In books, grief is something you can get over, something that fades. In real life its not.

I'll be going about my day and suddenly I'm bombarded with this deep longing for my mum. It happens for no reason, it happens when I see happy families, it happens all the time, and its been happening for the last fourteen years.

I'm writing all this out right now because I was hit by that sudden and dreaded thought, 'what would my mum think of me now?' And I need a place to vent about grief. What better than the black hole of the Internet?

I was once told 'you need to get over it' in reference to my grief for my mum. And to that I say, fuck you, you heartless bitch.

Grief doesn't go away. It stays, it hovers around the edges. You get better at dealing with it, sure, but its still there. You don't just stop missing someone who you had for so long and was suddenly gone from your life.

Grief shows in strange ways. Some of my most common thoughts are

Would she be proud of me?

What would she think of me?

Am I living up to her expectations?

Am I too much like her?

Am I the kid she wanted me to be?

These thoughts suck.

When your young and your mum is freshly dead and everyone around you is still mourning and just as hurt they'll tell you she'd be proud they'll tell you she'd love you. But when your 18 and trying your damn fucking hardest to find a way to live and still be yourself, no one tells you those things.

Grief haunts. Grief is the ghost in the corner of the room and grief is the monster stalking you.

You learn to live with you, you learn to move on around it. But you're never the same.

I broke at five, and I've never been me since. I'm still me, just not the me i would be if my mum was still alive.

That side if grief is never shown in media and it fucking sucks. I'm never gonna pick up a book with a character whose parents are dead and read a scene that so perfectly encapsulates that pain. That sudden, 'god what would she think of me now?'. That side of grief is so often left behind.

I've been to a grief counciling sort of thing and a lot of it was geared to getting over grief not learning to life with it. This course was specially aimed at kids who lost a parent. Imagine that, being young, clearly depressed and you're sent to a place for grief even though your mental health issues aren't connected to the grief, not anymore, and every last thing is aimed at getting over it.

They, being my school guidance team, sent me there to help and it made it worse! Because there i was, eight, nine, years after my mum had died nkt yet over it and all these people around me whose parents had more recently and all the advice was geated towards getting over it.

Grief isn't something you get over! And I'm fucking sick of it being portrait that way. My grief is part of me now, I've learned to live with it.

Sure, sometimes ill still cry myself ti sleep missing my mum. But thats fine because I was five and my mum was my closest person and she was ripped from me. One day I had here, the next I didn't. I'm going ti spend the rest of my life missing her. And that is ok. It is so ok.

In short, I'm yet to see grief shown in media in an accurate way, I'm yet to receive grief counseling that isn't about getting over it, and I'm yet to see other people talk about how grief actually is for them.

[seita]

— better than (m.)

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 3.087

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : college!au, athletic trainer!iwaizumi

tags : implied age gap (hes 27 reader is in college- age nkt specified. he's older tho), size kink, dom!iwa, pussy job (a lil bit), multiple orgasms, sensitivity kink (if u squint), squirting, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

note : this was just an excuse to write about how iwaizumi is better than any other boy <3 thank u to @toshisins for beta'ing this for me <3

+ summary : you're so tired of dumb college boys who hump and dump, with no stroke game, and can never even try to get you off. that is, until you meet 27 year old iwaizumi hajime.

When you first met Iwaizumi Hajime at the bar near your college campus, you noticed how good looking he was. Well, that was an understatement - he was tall, fit with tanned skin and a confident aura that made you weak in the knees.

You hadn't actually had the courage to approach him, however. Instead, you let some college boy buy you a cheap drink and take you home for some mediocre sex before kicking you out after not even 15 minutes of his reckless humping.

The second time you met him was at the same place. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was almost empty. His back was to you and it gave you a wonderful view of his broad shoulders.

The mediocre lay from the last time you had been there attempted to chat you up again with false confidence, as if he had been the best fuck of your life. Naturally, you weren't having any of his bullshit - he tried to rub your clit like a scratch and sniff, forcing you to pry his hand away from it, there was no chance in hell you were giving him another second of your time. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who took rejection well, if not evident by the way he exploded and went off calling you a wide, colorful variety of names paired with numerous hurtful insults that had tears of humiliation filling your eyes.

“Hey now,” a smooth, deep voice had interrupted his very public spiel, “Don’t punish the girl for your own short comings, if she doesn't wanna fuck you again, don't you think that says more about your abilities as a man?”

The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.

There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.

You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.

For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and he’d reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.

It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.

You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.

You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.

That's when it occurred to you.

You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.

When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.

You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.

Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.

Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.

Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.

You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.

You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.

His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, “Oh now, you know better than that, don’t you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?”

You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- he’d known you wanted him that badly all this time?

He clicks his tongue, “You didn’t think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starin’ real hard at me, I’m right aren’t I?”

You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.

You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldn’t imagine if he was hard.

“Ah, there you go again,” he muses, snapping you out of your haze, “Maybe if you ask real pretty for me, I’ll give you just what you want.”

“Please,” you immediately gasp, “Want you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you…”

“It hurts?” he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, “Needy little cunt hurts ‘cause you don’t have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boys’ numbers...why don’t you give them a call?”

You shake your head, “Don’t want them! I just know they’re not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?”

“Aw, those idiot little boys don’t know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?” he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.

“No,” you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.

“So compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?” he smiles when you nod, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.”

Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.

As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldn’t even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.

“Such a messy cunt,” he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, “So fucking eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh,” you sigh, arching your hips, “Want you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.”

Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, “Can’t just put it in, pretty baby,” the pet name makes you whimper, “It’ll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?”

“I can handle it,” you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, “Jus’ put it in…”

He doesn’t respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. You’re distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.

You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.

“See, that was so easy,” he chuckles, “Those stupid little boys you’ve been letting screw you have no idea what they’re doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.”

You’re still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He can’t resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.

You moan into his mouth, “Hajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.”

“Fuck, you’re so desperate for me,” he hisses through his teeth, “Clenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet you’ll just…”

As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.

“Y-You’re so good, Hajime…” you praise softly, “Fuck, please, give me your cock now!”

He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.

“Alright, baby,” he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, “Relax for me, pretty girl, let me in…”

Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.

“Almost there…” he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, “Ah, does that feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry out, “Biggest cock I’ve ever had…’s full…”

“Yeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?” he laughs when you nod eagerly, “It’s alright, baby. You won’t have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cock’s all yours now…you hear that? All yours.”

Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, “Get yourself off, you know what you need...atta girl…”

You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.

But it all feels so good, you’d never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.

“Feel good?” he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.

“Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you sob, “I-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, you’re so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!”

He grins, “Yeah, I know I am, baby.”

His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.

“You gotta cum again for me, pretty,” he pants, “Cum again, one more time, let go.”

Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- you’ve never made such a mess before. You’ve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.

He didn’t seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.

“I want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.”

You shake your head, “D-Don’t know how...Can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby,” he purrs, “I can make you, you know that I will.”

You didn’t but, you couldn’t help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.

The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. You’re immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than you’d ever experienced.

Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.

“H-Haji…” you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you can’t help but sob, “Please! I-I’m gonna-!”

“That’s it, fuck!” he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, “Good fuckin’ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!” you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.

“You sure? Shit,” you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.

Everything is still for a moment and then he’s pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.

He hums, “Sorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.”

You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.

“Alright, up you go,” he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, “You good?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.

He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldn’t be there anymore.

He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where it’s crumpled on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” he laughs, “That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Huh?” you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.

“What...you didn’t think I was kicking you out, did you?” he asks and scoffs at the face you make.

“Well I...usually I…” you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.

He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, “Jesus, who have you been fucking?” he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, “Lay down before you fall over.”

Fighting back a smile, you do as you’re told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take a nap, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“It’s 11 at night, it wouldn’t be a nap,” you counter with a giggle.

“Well,” he sighs, “Take a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?”

You smile and relax against him, “Sounds good.”

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[moonscriptsx]

Misguided (M)

SUMMARY: After a run in with one of Johnny's fellow frat brothers, you had thought he had just been after one thing. But when, not only Johnny himself, but with the help of your friends, they helped you realize that you had made some very misguided judgments. // “What tastes better than it smells?” [PART OF THIS COLLAB]

GENRE/WARNINGS: College!AU, Fraternity!AU; A smidge of angst with a dash of Johnny being a soft (slight) dom, and Yuta drunkenly saying shit he shouldn’t.

WORDS: 14.5k.

A/N: Part of @versigny​‘s collab!

Sweaty bodies pressed up against one another crowded the middle of the room, the stench of alcohol and smoke filling the air as drunken party goers drank away the last of their freedom. It was the mark of the beginning of the semester, the party that let the usually stressed out college students have one last hurrah before they were subjected to the torment of piles upon piles of homework and countless essays that kept them up at night. It was the end of summer, the subsequent end of one’s free will to party all day and night -- and what better what to end it than to have said party thrown by the most notorious fraternity on campus.

The NKT house was more than luxurious, it was a place made for someone akin to royalty -- and those who resided within it were nothing short of that. Always dressed in their most expensive and lavish clothing, foreign cars and opulent toys lined along their driveway, it was no wonder why the fraternity had always opted to throw the best parties. They were the best of the best, the so called ‘big dogs’ on campus, and everyone either knew them personally or at least of them.

While you had joined in on your fair share of parties throughout the year, the first big event of the year was never one of them. Between having just moved back into your dorm room and getting yourself situated for the first semester, you wanted to have your last night of freedom spent in solitude and peace, the calm before the storm. Well -- that and you would rather not show up to the first day of classes completely hungover and hating yourself for the mistakes from the night before. You would usually lay out everything you needed for the first day; books, pens, highlighters, etc. You were prepared and ready for the shitstorm ready to come along with the endless lists of syllabuses and swarm of homework.

But not tonight.

By the grace of god (or, rather Hana, your best friend and roommate), you reluctantly found yourself at the notorious NKT house for the first official party of the year. Hana had disappeared the moment the two of you had arrived, the girl muttering something about how she had to go find someone to spend the night with. You, on the other hand, had wandered aimlessly around the fraternity, scoping over the different sets of party goers that occupied the large, luxurious home. Between the different couples that were attached to one another in the corners of the room to the strangers pressing up against one another in the middle of the dance floor, you were completely over the atmosphere within the first five minutes -- which is how you ended up laying on one of the pool chairs out in the backyard, your face turned up towards the sky as you heaved a heavy sigh.

Although you had promised Hana that you would, at least, try to have a good time tonight, you weren’t exactly in the party mood. When it came to you actually joining them, it was when you were in the most crucial state; the ready to rip your hair out, tearing your essays to shreds, drinking all night until you forget about your responsibilities kind of state.

Shifting your gaze from the sky to the clear blue of the pool, your fingers twisted idly in your lap as you leaned back against the lounge chair, so completely lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even realized someone had plopped down next to you until a deep voice filled your ears.

“Having fun?”

Your gaze lands on a smiling face of - quite possibly - one of the most handsome guys you’d ever laid eyes on. His hair is parted to the side, deep chestnut locks spilling over one side of his face. His eyes hold a curious but warm gaze, the inviting smile making him appear friendly instantly. There’s a beer bottle grasped in his right hand, and from where you’re sitting you can notice it half empty. Clearing your throat you sit up slightly in the chair, your body turning in his direction as you offer him a polite smile and a half hearted shrug.

“Eh, I guess,” you replied. The boy raised an eyebrow at your words, the smile never leaving his face as he tilts his head slightly.

“You guess?” He chuckled.

“I mean -- I’m not particularly in the partying mood tonight,” you clarified. “Usually I stay back from parties the night before my first class but my roommate talked me into coming tonight.”

The boy nodded in acknowledgement, a quiet ‘ah’ escaping him as he took a sip from his beer.

“That makes sense,” he mused quietly. “However I am glad that your roommate succeeded in talking you into coming.”

You raised an eyebrow at that, your gaze turning curious as you cast a glance towards the boy whose smile slid into a playful grin.

“Why is that?”

He took another sip of his drink before he replied.

“I never would’ve gotten to meet a beautiful girl like you if you hadn’t.”

Your breath hitched at that. While it was beyond predictable and cheesy, hearing it come from the boy undoubtedly made your heart race wildly. A flush of heat makes its way onto your cheeks and you have to tear your gaze away from him as you shyly tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, a string of curses flowing through your mind as you tried to keep your cool. The boy next to you must’ve taken your silence as a bad thing though, his grin immediately faltering as he drew back slightly.

“I’m sorry, that was too forward --”

“No, you’re fine!” You had cut him off, too quickly for your liking, and you clear your throat as you tried to play it off. “I just wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable or anything --”

“You didn’t, don’t worry,” you reassured him. “Thank you, though. You’re sweet.”

That seemed to settle him, the warm smile returning to his face as he sits up on the chair before he held his hand out towards you.

“I’m Johnny.”

You gently took his hand, cursing yourself silently when you almost yelped at the warmth of his touch.

“(Y/N).”

Johnny grinned, his thumb gently stroking against the back of your hand before he pulled back.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you looked away from him again as another rush of heat brushed against your cheeks, your gaze settling on the calm splashing of the water in the pool. A comfortable silence washed over the two of you then and you wondered how you had never seen him around campus before -- a face like that was one you definitely would remember coming across at least once or twice in passing.

He seemed different, too.

Most guys you met at parties were almost too drunk to even speak, their bodies waddling and stumbling over their own two feet as they crashed into you. The drunken pick up lines and - what they thought to be - smooth moves were nothing short of obnoxious. Not to mention they had always seemed to be more than touchy which was disgusting and uncomfortable all in itself. But Johnny… He had this sense of serenity around him, an innocence almost, and you couldn’t help but feel comfortable with him despite only knowing him for mere minutes. It was odd, to say the least, but it felt… Nice.

Casting a glance towards him, you bit your lip as you tried to settle the butterflies within your stomach, one leg crossing over the other as you leaned back comfortably in the chair.

“So what’s your major?” You asked, trying to play it cool.

“English Literature,” he replied, making your eyes widen.

“Really?”

Johnny chuckled.

“Yeah,” he affirmed. “Is that weird?”

“No!” You shook your head, excitement bubbling up within you now. “I’m actually majoring in the same thing.”

Johnny sat up at that, a large grin dancing across his lips as he looked at you.

“English Literature with Mr. Kim? Tomorrow at 9:30?” You nodded, making Johnny’s grin even wider -- if that was possible. “Looks like we’ll be seeing a lot of each other then.”

You can’t help but match his grin then, your legs folding underneath you as you turned your body to face him completely.

“Who are some of your favorite writers?”

Johnny pursed his lips in thought, his fingers drumming idly on his knees as he wracked his brain.

“Well me, personally, I’m more into poetry than novels --”

“Seriously?” You cut him off, eyes widening. “I’m the same way.”

Johnny shook his head in mock disbelief, hands folding in his lap as he leaned back against the chair.

“Wow,” he grinned. “Who would’ve guessed that you and I would not only have the same major but also the same interests.”

You laughed quietly, nodding along to his words.

“Maybe it’s just one big coincidence?” You guessed, making Johnny smirk.

“That could be a reason,” he agreed. “Or maybe it’s fate.”

Your breath hitched at that, your body growing rigid at his words, and Johnny stared at you for a moment before he burst into laughter.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “That was too much.”

You masked your racing heart with a quiet laugh, your gaze shifting towards the ground as you try to settle down. If you weren’t intrigued by him earlier you sure as hell were now. How was it even possible that someone who you had just met already seems like you had known them for years. Johnny’s aura was remarkable; he was confident yet humble, outgoing yet shy. He was friendly, warm, and he just about knew every damn button to press to make your heart feel as if it’s going to beat out of your damned chest -- and yet you loved every minute of it.

Johnny pulled your attention back as he spoke again.

“And to answer your question from earlier,” he began. “My favorite writer is Edgar Allan Poe.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a hum of appreciation quietly escaping you as you give a nod of approval.

“‘Quoth the Raven ‘Nevermore’, huh?” You playfully joked, making Johnny laugh.

“That’s the one everyone knows, right?” He chuckled. “I mean, don’t get me wrong it is a good poem, but I prefer some of his other writings. The Black Cat, The Power of Words, not to mention some of the sonnets he’s written. It was intriguing to me, honestly, the way he could have such dark and mysterious themes on one page and then do a completely different theme such as love on another. It’s beautiful, in my opinion.”

“I completely understand. After all, he’s one of the greatest writers.”

“Oh most definitely,” Johnny agreed. “What about you, though? Who’s your favorite?”

You watched as Johnny took the last swig of his beer before you finally answered.

“I’m a very big fan of Emily Dickinson but my all time favorite has to be Shakespeare.”

Johnny’s eyes widened at that, jaw slacked in surprise.

“Woah, really?” He asked. “Everyone I usually talk to always complains about having to read Shakespeare’s works.”

“That’s because they only have to read his plays to dissect what they mean in class. I’m willing to bet that if they had read his poems and sonnets on their own, they would’ve loved him. The man had a way with words.”

Johnny nodded in agreement.

“That’s for damn sure.”

Your gaze fell back onto the rippling water of the pool as another wave silence washes over the two of you, a small smile gracing your lips. You’re completely oblivious to the stare Johnny is giving you, the boy nervously chewing on his lip as his gaze wracked over you. He’s twiddling his thumb anxiously, and he’s opening his mouth to say something when a drunken yell of his name echoes throughout the air.

“Ayo, Johnny!”

Both yours and Johnny’s gaze falls on a boy stumbling out of the frat house, a red solo cup in his hands as he waddles towards the two of you. A large grin is plastered over the stranger’s lips and he all but drapes himself over Johnny when he reaches him. Johnny can’t help but let out an exasperated sigh, the boy’s arm slinging over the stranger’s shoulders as he stands up from the chair to help his friend stand properly.

“Where have you been, man?!” The unnamed boy slurred, eyes drunkenly glazed over. “I’ve been looking all over the place for you-- oh, hello.”

The stranger’s eyes finally settled on you, a sly smirk gracing his plump lips, and he’s leaning coolly against Johnny as his eyes rake along your body. You shift uncomfortably underneath the stranger’s gaze and Johnny takes notice, the boy gently tugging the drunkard towards the house.

“Come on, Yuta. Let’s get you some water --”

“Oh shit, was I interrupting?” Yuta hiccuped as he finished speaking, a drunken laugh escaping him as he nudges Johnny’s shoulder. “Glad you’re finally taking my advice and getting some ass, man! Good on ‘ya!”

Your heart dropped at his words.

Of course -- of fucking course you would fall for the charms of a sweet talker. Of course you would believe that he thought you were beautiful, that he was different from the rest of the guys that tend to hit on you.

Anger flared up inside of you within that moment, your jaw clenching tight, and you unfolded your legs from the chair and stood up, arms wrapping around your middle when a brisk breeze blew past you.

“I should get going,” you said curtly, making Johnny frown.

“Are you sure?” He asked. “I can walk you out --”

“It’s okay, Johnny. I’ve got to find my roommate anyways. Besides,” you paused, shooting a glance towards Yuta. “It’s obvious you’ve got more important things on your hands.”

Grabbing your phone off the edge of the chair you turn to walk away when Johnny called out from behind you.

“I’ll see you in class then?”

Shit, you forgot about that.

Sending him a curt smile over your shoulder you nodded.

“Sure.”

And with that, you walked back towards the house.

The crisp morning air is a brisk reminder of the start of the semester, the student body all but dragging themselves across the campus of the school in order to get to their first class of the day. You were willing to bet that the majority of them were either still drunk or completely hungover from the night before, a soft chuckle escaping you as you catch sight of Hana lulling herself next to you.

“I feel like death,” she moaned, rubbing her eyes while you shook your head at her.

“You did that to yourself, Han,” you laughed. “That’s what happens when you drink too much.”

Hana pouted, her arms crossing over her chest as she mumbled incoherently at first before retorting a response.

“At least I had fun,” she muttered. “Where the hell did you disappear off to last night?”

Your lips pressed into a thin line at her question, the events from the night before replaying in your head like a broken record.

Johnny’s face is etched into your mind; the charming smile, sharp facial features, his chestnut hair. His flirtatious words still repeating over and over and you can’t stop the butterflies from erupting within the pit of your stomach as a wave of heat cascades over your cheeks. But then Yuta’s words strike an unwanted chord within you and the butterflies cease immediately, a scowl crossing your lips as you shook your head.

“Nowhere,” you lied. “Anyways, I’ve got to get to class. Meet up with you later for lunch?”

After bidding Hana goodbye you made your way towards your first class of the day, English Literature.

Your mind was overflowing with unwanted thoughts and feelings as you aimlessly walked towards the lecture hall, your hand clenching into a fist as you tried to push away the emotions wracking your body. The hall was nearly empty when you arrived, though that might have been because you were fifteen minutes early, and you made a beeline towards the middle of the room, taking a seat that wasn’t so far towards the back nor was it anywhere near the front. Unpacking your bag, you place the books you needed down onto the desk before you’re taking your phone and headphones out and resting back against the chair.

Music flowed through your ears as you pressed play, your fingers idly tapping against the desk to the beat of the song as you aimlessly scrolled through your Instagram feed. Pictures of last night’s party were plastered all over your screen, different groups of people gathered together for a picture of the memorable night. Your eyebrow quirked in interest when a picture of Hana and a guy you hadn’t met before popped up, the caption ‘Pretty sure I’ve met my soulmate’ making you roll your eyes at your friend’s dramaticism as you double tapped the picture to like it. As you scrolled down further, you stopped short when a picture of a familiar chestnut haired boy showed up on your screen.

He was with a group of friends but you could only point out Yuta drunkenly posing by his side while Johnny held up a peace sign near his face. The others were a blur as you stared on at the picture, your finger hovering over the boy’s face as a deep frown crossed your lips.

“Mind if I sit here?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin as your head snapped up to see that the face in the picture had come to life, Johnny smiling in amusement at your shocked expression, his eyebrows raising as you tried to still your now fast-paced heartbeat.

You had half the mind to tell him you were saving the seat for someone else, a blatant lie that he would most likely be able to notice, but your mouth moved faster than your brain could and you found yourself agreeing.

“Suit yourself.”

You watched as Johnny plopped down happily next to you, the bright smile on his face never diminishing as he reached down to grab his books and pen before he straightened back up and turned towards you, your eyes immediately shifting their gaze as you avoided his.

“It sucks you had to leave so early,” he commented. “I wish you could’ve enjoyed the party.”

You feigned disappointment with a shrug of your shoulders.

“I know,” you chuckled without humor. “From the pictures I saw, though, it looked like you all had a lot of fun.”

Johnny’s smile slides into a wide grin as he nodded.

“It was fun,” he affirmed. “But it would’ve been much better if you had been there with me.”

Your lips press together in a thin line and you have to bite your tongue from throwing out a harsh remark when the professor waltzed in. You mentally thanked the angels above for saving you from saying something you shouldn’t as you turn to face the front, your fingers turning to the assigned page of your textbook.

You could feel Johnny’s gaze on you as the professor started his lecture, your mind racing with thoughts upon thoughts as you strained to keep your attention forwards. Your heartbeat pounded loudly in your ears as you shifted your gaze towards your book, your distracted mind not being able to retain any of the text that was written on the page, the words forming one big blur as you squeezed your eyes shut. Rubbing your temples, you try to fight off the oncoming headache when you feel something graze against your arm causing your gaze to fall on a crumpled up piece of paper. You couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, the gesture almost childish as you unfolded the paper.

��You alright?’

The neatly scrawled words make you sneak a glance towards Johnny who just so happened to be looking at you with concern, his gaze nearly sending a shiver down your spine, and you inhale sharply through your nose before you’re writing back to him.

‘I’m fine,’ you wrote. ‘Just tired.’

Quietly crumpling the paper back up, you stealthily hand it back to him right before your professor turned around.

‘You sure?’

You can feel your headache start to increase and it takes all of your restraint not to groan out in pain as you write back a response.

‘Yes, Johnny, I’m fine.’ You paused momentarily before scribbling something else and handing it back to him. ‘Why do you care, anyways?’

You don’t even look to see what his reaction was to your words as you lay your head in your hands, your fingers massaging your temples as you try to soothe your pounding head.

‘I just wanted to make sure you were alright, (Y/N). Especially after last night -- you kind of dashed out of there pretty fast and I wanted… I wasn’t sure if I had done something to offend you.’

‘No, you didn’t do anything. I’m sorry, I just have a pounding headache and I’m irritable right now.’

‘Don’t apologize for being in pain. Do you need Tylenol? I have some in my bag. I’ve got water too.’

Lifting your head to look at him, you nodded slowly so you didn’t irritate your headache further, and you watched as he quietly leaned down to reach into his bag to grab the bottle before he handed you two pills and a water bottle. Mouthing a ‘Thank you’ towards him, you hurriedly shove the pills in your mouth before downing the water. As you swallowed the medicine, a hand placed itself on the back of your head, long slender fingers gently massaging your scalp and your eyes widened as you looked towards Johnny.

“What are you doing?” You asked him quietly, making him smile sheepishly.

“My mom used to do this for me whenever I got a headache. I don’t know how, but it helps most of the time.”

His fingers gently dug along your tresses, the pressure of his hands somehow causing the headache to diminish slightly, and you don’t even notice that you’re leaning into his touch as you rest your arm on your desk.

The rest of the lecture breezes by -- which you were grateful for.

The professor dismissed everyone with a reminder to make sure everyone has everything they need for the class so they can start the homework before people started making their way out of the room. Gathering your books, you placed them into your bag before you stood up, only you felt yourself collide with a broad chest the moment you had turned to walk out. Johnny’s arms reach out to steady your stumbling form, warm hands wrapping around your waist as you looked at you in concern.

“You alright?” He asked, eyes full of worry. You choked back the lump that had formed out of nervousness in your throat and nodded.

“I’m good, thanks.” Tightening the strap of your bag on your shoulder, you send him a small smile before you try to move past him -- only he still had his arms wrapped around your waist. “Uh --”

“Oh, sorry!” Retreating his arms from around you, Johnny sends you a sheepish smile as he rubs the back of his neck. “See you around?”

You nod, not daring to say anything as you smile back before making your way past him. You don’t get very far, however, because he’s grabbing your wrist and pausing your movements.

“Uh, sorry, I was going to ask you earlier but -- can I have your number?” You quirked an eyebrow at his question. “Y’know -- just in case I miss a class and need the notes or something?”

Your brain was yelling at you to say no, to rip your wrist out of his grip and just walk out. But there’s a warmth in his eyes, his smile friendly, and you’re reminded of the boy you had first met last night. So instead of turning away you’re slipping your phone out of your pocket and handing it over to him so he can input his number. The butterflies from before are back at full force now as your fingers glide against his, electric currents flowing from his palm into yours, and you try to mask the gasp that quietly escaped you from his touch. Your lips are pressed into a tight line as you watch him punch his number in, your eyes trained on the sharp features of his face.

“God, he’s gorgeous...”

Johnny’s head snapped up at that, eyes wide in alarm and it took you only a second to realize that you had voiced your thoughts aloud. Embarrassment floods your body as you come to the realization, your hands instantly grabbing your phone from Johnny’s hands as you quickly say goodbye, your hand covering your face as you incoherently mutter curses to yourself as you walk out of the room, trying to forget what in the fuck just happened.

Hana could tell that you were distracted at lunch, the girl’s glances of curiosity towards you not going unnoticed. You tapped your fingers nervously against the table, eyes shifting towards the door every so often -- almost as if you had been waiting for someone to burst through the door. Your mind was filled with the embarrassing moment that had happened earlier on in the day, heat rushing to your cheeks, and you bury your face in the palm of your hands and inwardly groan. From across the table, Hana lets out a soft chuckle, your friend reaching over to place a hand on yours to gain your attention.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” She asked, amusement laced with concern in her tone. “You’ve been distracted this whole time.”

Peeking at her from in between your fingers, you shake your head.

“I’m so stupid, Han,” you groaned.

Hana’s eyebrow quirked upwards, her head tilting slightly as she gave you a look of confusion.

“Stupid?” She scoffed. “I highly doubt that, (Y/N).”

“I didn’t tell you the whole truth earlier,” you said quietly. “About where I had disappeared to at the party.”

Hana’s eyes widened, her body leaning forward so she could lean on the table.

“You didn’t sleep with anyone did you --”

“No!” You cut her off. “You know I’m not like that.”

Placing a hand over her heart, Hana let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay, good, just checking,” she laughed. “But go on.”

You took a deep breath, trying to collect the racing thoughts within your mind, before you proceeded to tell her everything. From the moment you had walked out to the backyard of the frat house up until you had left, you filled your friend in on all of the details; from the comfort and butterflies that Johnny had given you to the mass of disappointment of Yuta’s words he had blurted out to his friend. The retelling of the events had you on edge, your fingers twisting nervously in your lap as Hana slowly came to the realization as to what had gone down.

“Wait -” she had paused your words, a small smile budding across her lips. “Johnny? As in Johnny Seo?” You nodded, making the girl instantly squeal with excitement. “Oh my god, (Y/N)! He’s gorgeous!”

Your face landed on your palm as you groaned quietly, a muffled ‘I know’ falling from you.

“I accidentally blurted that out this morning too,” you said, embarrassed.

“Wait, you saw him --”

“He’s in my literature class --”

“Oh my god, it’s meant to be!”

Another groan fell from your lips as you shook your head at your friend’s words, frustration building up inside of you as you lifted your head from your hands.

“Or he’s just after another piece of ass,” you muttered. “You heard what Yuta said --”

“Yuta is a Grade A asshole, (Y/N),” Hana retorted. “Just because he’s a player doesn’t mean that his friends are too.”

You sighed, your fingers rubbing at your temples with irritation.

“I just… I don’t know what to trust, Han. I mean -- I’ll admit, we did have a connection --”

“Then what’s the problem?” She asked, making you shift in your seat.

“I’m afraid that I’ll let my guard down and Yuta’s words will come true…”

Hana shot you a look of pity, her face softening as she reached over to grab your hand in understanding.

“You’ll never know if you don’t try, (Y/N). Just give him a chance --”

“Hello, ladies!”

A soft, deep voice rang through the air, a mass of silver locks coming into your vision as the boy enveloped Hana in a hug from behind, the girl instantly beaming widely as she squealed in delight. You would’ve asked who the mysterious guy was when your gaze landed on his friend behind the pair. Your breath caught in your throat as you glance towards the tall boy, your heart speeding up in your chest as you clutched at the table, trying to steady your rapid breathing. He offered you a gentle smile -- that damned smile that seemed to make the palpitations even worse, and it doesn’t help when the boy takes a seat next to you.

“Long time no see,” he greeted. You swallowed thickly, plastering a smile on your face as you nodded towards him.

“Hi, Johnny,” your voice wavered on his name, fingers twisting shyly in your lap as you turned back towards Hana who was completely wrapped up in the boy sat next to her.

Johnny’s body inched closer towards yours, his arm wrapping around the back of the booth and encasing you in as a small smirk danced across his lips.

“I was going to text you earlier to see if you had wanted to join me and my friend for lunch but it seems that I didn’t have to.”

His gaze was intense and you felt your heart speed up at the sight of his face drawing closer towards yours, his lips dangerously close towards your ear. You knew it was just because of the volume of others within the cafe, you knew it was just because he wanted to talk to you. But between the close proximity of him beside you and the soft tickle of his warm breath cascading down the side of your neck, you felt as if the subtle movements were intentional. That the arm around your shoulders and the way his shoulder brushed against yours was something the boy had been planning the moment he sat down.

You swallowed the thick lump of nervousness that had formed in the back of your throat before you shifted slightly away from him, daring to break the contact between the two of you as you leaned against the window.

“Your friend probably had already texted Hana,” you replied coolly, reaching for your cup before taking a sip. “The two of them seem to be pretty cozy.”

Johnny grinned at that, the boy’s eyes landing on the pair across from you completely wrapped up in their own little world.

“Yeah, they do, don’t they?” He nodded. “There’s always been something special between the two of them but none of them have ever been brave enough to admit it -- until now, I suppose.”

You can’t help but smile at that, a small glint of happiness for your friend showing in your gaze. You watched the two of them as they talked, Hana’s gaze never parting from the other boy’s and it seemed as if he couldn’t break his own away from her. They were pressed up comfortably against one another and you watched as the boy gently took her hand in his, their fingers lacing together with ease, making you fight back a small coo at the innocent gesture.

You had been so wrapped up within watching the romance unfold in front of you that you hadn’t even noticed Johnny had moved closer until he’s leaning in towards you, his lips softly pressing against the shell of your ear.

“So you think I’m gorgeous, huh?”

Your head whipped around to him in lightning speed, your eyes widening as your lips pressed in a thin line.

“I didn’t mean --”

“It’s okay,” he smiled, sending you a small smile. “If I’m being honest, I think you’re gorgeous, too.”

Curse those damned butterflies…

You bite the inside of your cheek at his words, your heart beating rapidly in your chest, and you can already feel the doubt begin to swirl within your mind. Yuta’s words replay over and over again, the continuous loop seeming to grab ahold of you and you couldn’t stop the mindless words from flowing from your mouth.

“I bet you say that to all of the girls.”

Johnny drew back from you at that, his face fallen into something that looked akin to hurt, and you instantly regretted not trying to stop the word vomit that had come out. His arm rests besides him now and he folds his hands in his lap as he shook his head.

“What makes you say that?” He asked, and you can’t help but notice the soft tone of hurt within his voice.

“I -- Yuta said --”

“Yuta,” he nodded, his friend’s name dropping out of his mouth like venom. “I knew that was why you had left the party so quickly.”

You looked down at the table, mentally cursing yourself for even opening your mouth in the first place. For the first time since you met him, an uncomfortable silence drifted between the two of you -- and you hated it.

And it appeared that Hana had finally noticed the tension.

“Oh! (Y/N), this is Taeyong,” Hana said happily, breaking your gaze from the table top over towards her, the other boy’s name falling from her lips with a dreamy sigh. “He’s the president of NKT.”

Your eyebrow quirked upwards at that, surprise mulling over you as your gaze fell on the other boy’s face. Right off the bat you noted that he was most certainly one of the most strikingly handsome guy’s you had ever laid eyes on; sharp pointed features that would have been intimidating had it not been for the warm glow of his eyes, the seemingly intimidating boy instantly coming off as soft hearted. You offered him a smile, nodding your head towards him in acknowledgement.

“Nice to meet you,” you greeted, making the boy smile wide.

“Nice to meet you too,” he grinned. “I’ve heard a lot about you so it’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

You casted a glance towards Hana who smiled sheepishly, her shoulders shrugging as she leaned against Taeyong’s arm.

“What?” She laughed. “Can’t a girl gush about her best friend?”

Shaking your head at her, you grabbed the strap of your bag and slung it over your shoulder.

“As much fun as this is, I should probably get going --”

“What?” Hana cut you off, looking at you with wide eyes. “But they just got here --”

“I wish I could stay, Han, but I have to get back to the dorms. I’ve got a lot of homework that I need to start on --”

“It’s the first day of the first semester --”

“Precisely,” you retorted. “Which is why I should get a head start on everything.”

You could feel three pairs of eyes on you as you maneuvered around Johnny whilst trying to get out of the booth, wanting nothing more than to duck out of there. You kept quiet as you waved goodbye towards the trio before heading out.

Taeyong looked on with a confused expression while Johnny shifted uncomfortably in his seat, Hana watching your figure disappear before her gaze fell on the chestnut haired boy, a perfectly manicured finger gesturing towards the literature major with a pointed gaze.

“We need to talk, Seo.”

If it was up to you, you would’ve stayed in bed instead of coming to class. You would’ve nestled within the confinements of your warm blankets and just binge watched shows on Netflix without a care in the world. After the run in with Johnny you were drained, immediately passing out the moment you had gotten back to your dorm. The conflicting feelings within you had began to take a toll, the inner turmoil creating a war between your heart and your mind. You were at a crossroads -- not knowing which way was right or wrong.

Your feet dragged along the concrete as you made your way towards the university, a cup of coffee resting in your hands as you adjusted your backpack that was slung over your shoulder. Lifting the cup to your lips, you carefully take a sip as you walk inside the building, dreading the long lecture that was to come -- only that wasn’t even the beginning of what you were about to face.

If someone had told you that you would walk into English Literature and would be met with a dozen white lilies settled on your seat, you most likely would have laughed right in their face. But alas, there they were -- splayed perfectly in the bouquet and waiting for you to pick them up. You looked around the room, scanning for anyone that could be linked to the flowers, before you’re carefully picking the bouquet up off of your chair. Gently picking the white card from the flowers, you bring the lilies up to your nose before smelling them, a soft hum of approval escaping you as a smile danced across your lips. Turning the card over, you felt your heart speed up as you scanned over the words that were printed in an elegant script.

‘The lily I condemned for thy hand.’

J.S.

The line had been taken from one of Shakespeare’s sonnets, one that you had most certainly re-read a few times over. You clutched the bouquet tightly in your hands as you continuously read the note again, your heart pounding loudly in your ears as you mindlessly sunk down into your seat.

J.S.

You didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know who those initials belonged to -- who the giver of the flowers had been from. With a shaky hand you placed the card down onto your desk, your fingers daintily running over the lilies as you admired the flowers. The simple gesture, though it hadn’t been anything spectacular or extravagant, had still managed to set your heart racing. The fact that he had even gone out of his way to do this -- that he took the time out to personally write a card and send you flowers…

“Are they too much?”

Your head snapped in the direction of the deep voice, your gaze settling on a sheepish looking Johnny, the boy rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment as he smiled lightly. You shook your head, still trying to find the right words to say.

“N-- no,” you stuttered out. “I love them, thank you.”

Johnny let out a sigh of relief at that, the boy sliding into the seat next to you as he grinned widely.

“Oh thank god,” he breathed out. “I hope you don’t mind but… I asked Hana what your favorite flowers were and she said lilies so if that’s completely wrong then --”

“They’re my favorite,” you laughed quietly. “And the ones you got me are beautiful, so, thank you -- again.”

“I remembered that you had said Shakespeare was your favorite writer as well,” he said, leaning back against the chair. “And although I’m not the best at deciphering all of the phrases he uses, I figured that I’d might as well go with something that went along with the flowers.”

You felt a wave of heat coat your cheeks as your gaze dropped down to look at the lilies once more, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you fight back a smile. It was sweet -- too fucking sweet -- and you didn’t have the heart to tell him what the sonnet really meant. The fact that he had done this was enough for you -- even though you hadn’t the slightest clue as to why he had decided to do this in the first place.

Silently you lifted your head, your gaze meeting his, and you offer him a small smile as you maneuver your body so that you’re facing him.

“Can I ask…” You began, swallowing thickly. “What made you do this?”

Johnny inhaled sharply through his nose, his shoulders growing tense as he folded his hands on the desk.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day - or rather, what Yuta had said --” The mention of the other boy’s name made you stiffen, those damned words filling your head again. “Although you may or may not believe me, I want you to know that I’m nothing like him. Yuta can say whatever he wants to me, that doesn’t mean I’m going to go right ahead and follow his every command. I’m my own person, I can make my own judgements.”

Looking down at the floor, you nodded slowly.

“I understand,” you said, meekly. “I’m sorry --”

“No, no, no, don’t apologize!” Johnny stopped you, his eyes wide. “God, I don’t want you to think I’m reprimanding you or anything. I just wanted to let you know that the talk we had the other night was real. What I said - every word - was genuine, and if I have to prove that to you, I will.”

“You don’t have to prove anything --”

“I do,” he affirmed. “Because I know that if the roles were reversed and I was in your shoes, I wouldn’t exactly trust me either.”

Johnny paused for a moment before he leaned in closer towards you, his arm gently brushing yours in a way that emitted goosebumps to appear on your skin, your body fighting back a shiver as he pressed his mouth near your ear.

“But just know that I like you,” he whispered. “And I’ll wait however long you want me to for you. You can take your time, beautiful.”

And with that he leaned back in his seat, his body shifting towards the front of the class just as the professor walked in, leaving you with not only a racing mind but a racing heart as well.

“OH MY GOD!”

Your hands covered your ears in protection from the loud shriek as you winced, glancing around the cafe as curious onlookers gazed in question at the girl across from you. Embarrassment flooded your body and you had half the mind to sink down underneath the table to hide from the prying stares. Taeyong was sat next to the squealing girl with an amused smirk, the boy shaking his head at his girlfriend’s antics whilst Hana was next to him almost beaming with delight, a wide grin on her lips as she clapped excitedly.

“(Y/N) do you know what this means?!”

Uncovering your ears, you send her a glare.

“That I’m most likely going to have hearing damage from you one day?”

“That Johnny likes you!” She squealed. “He likes you!”

Running your palm over your face, you groaned quietly.

“I don’t understand the big deal about it, Han,” you retorted. “We’re twenty one years old, I’m sure we’ve all had crushes on people before --”

“But this is different!” She cut you off. “Johnny has never been like this towards a girl before. He’s not the type to just throw himself out there and flirt with girls. He may not look like it but Johnny is so incredibly shy that the fact that he even approached you is amazing. He’s usually sitting in the corner with his nose buried in a book, he’s really not like the rest of them -- excluding Taeyong, of course. And maybe Mark.”

You stared at her as she spoke, the description of the boy that you had misjudged making you instantly feel regretful for jumping to conclusions so quickly. Taeyong shifts beside her, the boy - who had been silent this whole time - finally speaking up.

“She’s right,” he affirmed. “I’ve known Johnny for almost six years now and I can confirm that he has never been this open to someone new, let alone a girl, this quickly before. Honestly, it’s a bit surprising, but I’m happy for him -- unless you don’t feel the same way --”

“I never said that,” you butt in, making Taeyong smirk. “I never confirmed or denied my feelings. I was just afraid of letting him in and then getting my heart broken because he only wanted one thing… I was wrong, though. So, very wrong.”

Your words dissipated into a whisper as you looked down guiltily at the table, a heavy sigh falling from your lips.

“I feel bad…”

Hana reached across the table at that, her hand gently holding yours as she gave you a look of understanding.

“Nobody is blaming you, (Y/N),” she said. “In fact, we all collectively agreed that if it had been one of us in your place we would’ve reacted the same way --”

“Johnny said that too.”

Taeyong’s eyebrows shot up at that, your words piquing his interest as he leaned forward.

“He did?” He asked, making you nod. “When?”

“Earlier in class,” you bit your lip. “He said he doesn’t mind waiting for me to sort out my feelings because he would’ve been in the same boat as me if it was reversed.”

Taeyong and Hana glanced at each other, knowing looks on both of their faces before they turned back to you.

“NKT is throwing a party on Saturday --”

“Again?”

“Just listen, (Y/N),” Hana glared at you, making you huff and lean back against the chair, your hand gesturing for Taeyong to continue.

“That gives you four days to think things over. If you’re ready to give Johnny a chance, you can find him at the party and tell him how you feel. If not, please… Just - let him down easy. I can’t bear it when one of my friends are hurt.”

Silence falls over the three of you as you mull over Taeyong’s words, different feelings and emotions coursing through your body as you think about your options. Grasping onto Hana’s hand, you slowly nod your head, your gaze lifting to look at the silver haired boy on the opposite side of the table.

“Okay.”

“You’ll think it over?”

“I’ll let you know.”

With his legs propped up on the pool chair, Johnny flipped a page of the book he was reading, his eyes skimming over the words as he read. He was more than content at the moment; a good book in his hands whilst lounging outside next to the pool was always something he did when the stress of college was getting to him. It was only a month and a half into the first semester and he was already swimming up to his neck in papers. One week called for a term paper the next he had to write an essay, and then in two months time he’d have to worry about midterms -- but the small breaks from the stress he endured was kept him at bay.

Well, that and his boys.

Despite being different from his fraternity brothers, Johnny had a special place in his heart for them. The uniquely grouped guys all brought something different to the house; there was a perfect balance of wild and crazy and reserved and quiet within the group. Some had more extreme ways of staying entertained while others - including Johnny - opted to find a peaceful escape. The stark differences in personalities only seemed to make them grow closer each year they lived together; it was almost like a harmony blending together, something which Johnny cherished greatly.

Turning another page of the novel, he had just started reading when the back door of the frat house slid open.

“Oh, Johnny~”

The sing-song voice of Taeyong filled the boy’s ears making Johnny’s gaze lift to watch his friend walk towards him. Plopping down onto the chair next to him, Taeyong made himself comfortable as he slid his sunglasses over his eyes.

“Guess what,” the silver haired boy was grinning from ear to ear as he looked at his friend. Johnny shrugged, not knowing where the conversation was going.

“What?”

Taeyong scoffed.

“You’re supposed to guess, Johnny.”

“Taeyong --”

“Fine, I’ll tell you,” Taeyong’s grin never faltered. “I talked to (Y/N).”

Johnny sat up at that, his eyes wide in alarm as his mouth fell open.

“You did what --”

“Relax,” Taeyong chuckled. “I was with her and Hana and she was talking about you -- well, it was more so Hana telling her that everything she thought about you was completely wrong and that she should never listen to Yuta.”

Johnny groaned, his hand running over his face in embarrassment as he placed his book down onto the chair his feet had been resting on.

“She hates me, doesn’t she?”

“If by hate you mean she’s totally smitten with you then yes, she hates you.”

“Tae --”

“No, listen,” Taeyong cut him off once more. “I gave her a choice; I told her about the party on Saturday. I told her that she has until then to sort out her feelings. If she is willing to set aside everything Yuta said then she’ll be here, if not, oh well. There’s plenty more fish in the sea for you, bro.”

Johnny rolled his eyes.

“Except I don’t want the other fish,” he muttered. “She’s just -- she’s different from the rest, Tae. I only met her a month ago and I already feel like I’ve known her for years. I don’t know how this happened or why but it did -- and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified of it… But I want to get to know her more.”

Taeyong couldn’t help but feel for his friend, the silver haired boy leaning over to give Johnny an encouraging pat on the shoulders as he gave him a reassuring smile.

“Keep the faith, Johnny,” he said. “I have a good feeling about this, and if Hana has anything to do with it, she’ll talk some sense into her.”

“I don’t want her to feel like she’s being forced to admit feelings --”

“Nobody is forcing her,” Taeyong shook his head. “If -- or rather, when -- she shows up on Saturday, it will be on her own free will. I promise.”

Johnny frowned, leaning back onto the chair as his head tilted up towards the sky, gaze focused on the fluffy white clouds passing by as he muttered to himself.

“Let’s hope you’re right, Tae.”

Feelings were something that you normally ran away from. The vulnerability that they brought along with them terrified the shit out of you, the thought of putting your heart on the line for someone only to have them shoot you down wasn’t something that you necessarily wanted to go for.

The fear had stemmed from the constant rejection you had faced in high school, those stupid immature boys only caring for their image of being the so called ‘resident bad boy’ that the rest of the student body had labeled them as. In high school, the relationships weren’t based on actual feelings, it was more of an exploration of some sort. People would test the waters, decide whether one person was what they wanted or not before they moved onto the next. It had been a vicious cycle that you certainly did not want a repeat of.

But then again, college is different. When the high schoolers grow up and finally find what they want in life, they’re achieving that long term goal. Sure, there’s flings and hookups here and there but the majority are ready to settle down and reach that steady relationship. And while you craved that, the fear of rejection still resides within your mind -- which is why it was so hard for you to accept the feelings you had for Johnny.

You hadn’t expected to meet him that night. Hell, you hadn’t expected to really meet anyone that night, you had just gone because Hana had practically begged you to go with her. But the moment Johnny Seo sat down next to you and the two of you had began talking, you were already so deep within your feelings. When you meet someone and there’s that instant click - whether it was having something in common or simply just attraction - that feeling was special. It was rare, it was terrifying, but it was meaningful.

Johnny was intellectual, respectful, and thoughtful. Even with just the passing conversations between the two of you in class you were able to decipher that he wasn’t what you thought he was. The misguided impression you had on him slowly faded out each time the two of you were together. The blind fear was the only thing that had been holding you back from letting your feelings out, and now that both Hana and Taeyong had confirmed that Johnny was nothing like you had thought he was -- you’d accepted them.

You spent the days Taeyong had given you wisely; writing out pros and cons, talking to Hana, and giving yourself little pep talks to try to boost your confidence. By the second day you were sure of what it was that you wanted, and by the time Saturday finally came around, you were going to make sure that the decision you made was clear.

Even if it still terrified you.

To say that you were nervous would be the understatement of the century.

Your hands fiddled with the hem of your skirt for what felt like the thousandth time as you struggled to keep up with Hana’s pace. She had gotten you all dolled up, insisting that she be the one to get you ready for tonight. Butterflies fluttered wildly in the pit of your stomach as the two of walked down the path towards the NKT house, your heart beating loudly in your ears to the bass of the music that boomed from the inside. You could already feel your hands start to clam up as the two of you reached the house, your stomach churning uneasily, and you grabbed Hana’s arm before she could reach the doorknob.

Turning around so she could face you, the girl sent you a worried look.

“What’s wrong?” She asked. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”

“No!” You shook your head. “I’m just -- nervous.”

Hana tilted her head to the side in confusion.

“Nervous?” You sighed and ran your hand through your hair.

“I just,” you swallowed thickly, trying to calm yourself down. “What if I waited too long?”

Hana let out a laugh at that, the girl placing her hands on your forearms as she shook you gently.

“(Y/N),” she grinned. “The boy, himself, told you he would wait for you. Johnny has the patience of a turtle in a race.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, the nervousness lifting slightly as Hana brought you towards her for a hug of encouragement.

“You’ve got this, girl,” she said, patting your arms gently. “I’m here if you need me, alright?”

And with that, she turned back towards the door before the two of you entered the house.

It was almost like deja vu the moment you had stepped inside of the fraternity, replays of the first party you had attended illuminating the thoughts of your brain as you made your way through the crowded room. Sweaty bodies were pressed flushed against one another and you had to maneuver your way around them as you grabbed Hana’s hand, letting her drag you into another section of the house.

Thick clouds of smoke hit you as you reached the back room, Hana letting go of your hand the moment she had caught sight of Taeyong. You watched as your friend enveloped her arms around her boyfriend, the two of them exchanging a sweet kiss as you fought back a smile at the sight. Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear you make a move to step into the room when you collide into someone, your gaze focusing on - what you deemed as - the human version of Satan himself.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he grinned widely, one that could rival the Cheshire Cat. “I believe I have something to say to you.”

You raised an eyebrow at the boy, your arms crossing over your chest as you took a step back from him, distancing yourself slightly.

“I wanted to apologize for being an ass that night I found you and Johnny outside,” Yuta said, scratching the back of his neck. “I always tease Johnny about girls because he never - and I repeat - never has brought anyone home. What I said… I was just fucking with him. And I wanted to apologize to you in case anything I did or said offended you in any way --”

“It’s alright, Yuta,” you interjected. “I appreciate your apology.”

Yuta’s grin seemed to grow as he playfully reached out to ruffle your hair, a groan emitting from your lips as you fought to fix the mess he had just made. Once you were content, Yuta held out a piece of paper to you.

“This is for you, by the way.”

Winking at you, he sends you one last grin before he walked out of the room, the boy calling after someone as he ran down the hallway. Glancing down at the paper in your hands, you squinted as you tried to read the writing in the dull light.

“What tastes better than it smells?” You read to yourself, confusion evident in your expression. “What the actual fuck, Yuta?”

“(Y/N)!”

Your head lifted to see Taeyong gesturing you towards him, your eyebrows still scrunched in thought as you made your way over to him and Hana. The silver haired boy threw his arms around your shoulder before he brought you in for a half-hearted hug, a bright smile on his lips as he looked down at you.

“I’m glad you decided to come,” he greeted. “You made the right choice.”

You smiled at that, hugging the boy back.

“I have you two to thank for that.”

Hana smirked at your words, her hand grabbing yours as she pulled you away from Taeyong.

“Oh, don’t thank us yet, honey,” she laughed. “We still have one more thing to do for you.”

“What -- hey!” You watched as Hana had opened up a closet door before letting go of your hand and pushing you in without a second thought. Immediately you were enveloped in darkness, your eyes straining to see in the pitch black room before you’re banging on the now locked door. “This isn’t fucking funny, Hana!”

“(Y/N)?”

You froze at the sound of your name, the deep velvety voice giving you a sense of familiarity, and you can feel your breath hitch in your throat as you turned around. Light filled the closet as Johnny pulled the switch, your heart speeding up when you noticed the close proximity of his body and yours. He towered over you as he stood, his lips pressed together in what seemed like nervousness, his eyes glinting with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Johnny,” you breathed out. “I -- what is going on?”

Johnny didn’t say anything as the two of you stood there, the silence almost deafening, and you have half the mind to start banging on the door again when he finally decided to speak up.

“I didn’t think you were going to come,” he admitted, his voice soft. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as you broke your gaze from his, your body heating up as he took a step closer towards you. “I had hoped you would, though.”

“I -- I --”

The words were stuck in your throat as you took a step backwards, your back hitting the wall due to the small area of the closet. Desire rushed through you as you lifted your gaze back up to meet Johnny’s, the boy daring to take another step closer towards you as he lifted his hand. The smooth skin of his palm rested gently against the apple of your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your jaw as he smiled.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured. “Taeyong told me everything.”

Swallowing thickly, your eyes widened as his chest pressed against yours.

“H- he did?” You stuttered out, making Johnny nod.

“He did,” he affirmed.

His nose gently grazed against your other cheek, lips daring to press a kiss to the skin there as you tilted your head up to give him more of what he wanted. A soft hum flows from Johnny as he gently pecked your jaw, a whine wanting to escape from your lips as you gripped his forearms.

“Wh- what did he say?” You managed to get out, making Johnny hum once more.

“Well,” he grinned against your skin. “He said that you were smitten with me.”

Drawing back from you, you almost let out a noise of protest as you pouted and god -- Johnny had to hold back from kissing you right then and there.

“I’m not smitten,” you muttered. Johnny chuckled, his chest rumbling against yours as he leaned in closer towards your face.

“You’re not?” He mused, quirking an eyebrow. “So you don’t like me?”

You could feel his breath fanned across your cheeks, the hand that had been on your face now wrapped securely around your waist as he pressed you back into the wall. You were finding it more and more difficult to breathe, the need overpowering any other sense and feeling in your body as Johnny’s other hand placed itself on your hip. The air between the two of you was thick, suffocating almost, and you were only able to breathe out a reply as his lips ghosted over your neck.

“I- I never said I didn’t like you.”

Smirking against your neck, Johnny teasingly licked a stripe along the base.

“You never said you did either.”

Your eyes closed as he gently grazed his teeth along your neck, your body shivering with pleasure as your nails dug into his bare forearms, the muscles contracting beneath your touch.

“What tastes better than it smells?”

Your eyes shot open at that, your hands pushing him away slightly as you stared at him in shock.

“Where did you hear that from?”

Johnny’s smirk widened as he peered down at you, his eyes hooded.

“It’s my riddle,” he stepped closer to you. “We were getting ready to play ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven’ and people had to pick riddles. I kept mine out, though. I was saving it for someone.”

A wave of heat rushed to your cheeks as you bashfully broke the eye contact, your fingers gliding along his arms as you try to steady yourself.

“Oh,” you uttered quietly.

Placing a finger underneath your chin, Johnny lifted your head so that your gaze met his once more.

“It’s tongue,” he grinned. “The answer is tongue.”

You blinked; once, twice, a third time -- and then there’s a knock.

Johnny stepped away from you just before the door opened, Hana’s disappointed face coming into view as she glanced at the two of you.

“They’re not even kissing!” She whined, frowning. “The whole point of this game is to get you two together!”

You were frozen in place, the unpleased shouts of the others becoming static noise as the desire flowed through your body. You can’t keep your eyes off of Johnny, your gaze no doubt hunger filled, and you clutch onto his arm as the two of you walk out of the closet. Turning to look at you in surprise, you don’t give him time to think before you’re leaning up to whisper in his ear.

“Do you want to test out your riddle and see if tongues do taste better than how they smell?”

Johnny’s eyes glinted in the dull lighting, his large, warm hand enveloping yours entirely as he dragged you towards the staircase. Everything around you seemed to disappear as Johnny pulled you down the hallway, your arms looping around his neck as you stood on your toes, wasting absolutely no time at all in pressing your lips against his.

He’s got a strong grip around your waist, his arms pulling you in closer to him as he pressed you against the door to his room. You were fully aware that the two of you were in the hallway, completely visible to anyone who dared to climb the stairs -- but you didn’t care.

Johnny’s lips were soft but firm against yours, the kiss not as rough as you expected it to be. To the outsider's perspective it may have seemed that way but the swift movements of his lips were pillow soft, slow languid kisses being exchanged between the two of you and you swore that you were floating on cloud nine -- until you felt his tongue glide along your lower lip. The moment his tongue met yours, the kiss changed.

The slow kisses were gradually speeding up, impatience flowing from both you and Johnny, and you can’t hold back a soft moan when you felt his hands shift from your waist down to gently cup your ass. The moment the moan left your lips, Johnny was gripping your thighs and effortlessly lifting you up, all-the-while reaching out a hand so he can open his bedroom door. He’s holding onto you with one arm as he kicks the door shut behind him, blindly locking it before he’s stumbling over towards his bed.

Your back is pressed against the cushiony surface of the mattress while your legs wrap around Johnny’s waist, your hands fisting in the soft locks of his hair as your lips moved against his. The dull pounding of the music blasting from downstairs is muted, the sound of your heart pounding cancelling it out as it pumped in your ears and you’re quite certain that Johnny could feel it beating wildly in your chest. Shivers wrack down your spine as his hands slid along the length of your thighs, his fingertips resting just below the hem of your skirt as he groaned against your mouth.

“This isn’t how I wanted things to pan out,” he panted, breaking away from your mouth so he could breathe. “I wanted to take you out first.”

You slid one of your hands down his clothed back before you tugged on the hem of his shirt, gesturing for him to pull it off.

“You can still take me out,” you reassured him, using your other hand to grab a fistful of his hair as a dirty smirk danced across your lips. “Or you can eat me out instead. It’s up to you.”

Johnny’s head lifted, his eyes widening as they fell on yours, his gaze heated.

“Don’t tempt me, baby girl,” he gritted out, digging his blunt nails into the skin of your thighs as he rolled his hips into yours.

The action made you mewl in response, your nails digging into his scalp as you arched into his touch, and you can feel your breath hitch as he sucked a mark into the skin of your neck.

“I’m not tempting you,” you managed to breathe out. “I’m merely giving you options.”

Johnny smirked against your skin, his tongue licking a stripe down your neck as his hands slid underneath your skirt, his long slender fingers gripping the flesh of your ass roughly as he bit down on your neck. Tugging once more at his shirt, it seemed that Johnny had finally gotten the hint as he sat up and reached behind his neck to grab the top of his shirt. You watched with desire as he lifted his shirt over his head, his toned body finally being revealed to you, and you almost moaned at the sight of the defined muscles that adorned his abdomen.

Tugging harshly on his chestnut locks you pulled him back down to you, your lips crashing roughly against his as you lifted your hips off of the bed and rolled them into him. A soft groan emitted from the boy’s mouth as his hands returned to your ass, his fingers kneading the flesh roughly as he reciprocated the kiss. Tongues swirled together in a mass of passion, your hands sliding over his broad shoulders as you arched into him, your clothed chest pressing against his bare one.

You could already feel his arousal begin to build, his semi-hard jean clad cock grazing against your thigh as he pressed his body to yours. You can feel the pool of heat begin to swarm between your legs, your core already beginning to become slick as his fingertips dance across the hem of your skirt. A soft moan escaped your mouth as Johnny pulled the material down your legs, the motion leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake as he tossed the skirt to the floor. Gently gripping your body, Johnny lifted you up until your head was pressed against the pillows, settling you in a more comfortable position before he broke his lips from yours.

Returning his mouth to your neck, he’s letting his digits glide along the hem of your panties as he let his tongue run along the bruise he had made earlier. Placing your hands on his upper arms, you stop him from sliding your panties down as you pushed him softly, Johnny breaking away from your neck in alarm.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, worry coating his tone. “Did I do something?”

Letting out a breathy laugh, you shook your head. Gripping his toned arms, you muster up all of the strength you could before you’re flipping your positions. Once Johnny was settled against the pillows, you let your hand glide down the length of his upper body as you sent him a flirty smirk.

“You didn’t do anything, Johnny,” you cooed. “I just wanted to make you feel good first.”

Johnny’s cock twitched at your words, his eyes glazing over lustfully as he watched you lay kisses down his chest. He’s letting out a quiet growl when he felt your teeth graze over the trail of hair that lined his lower abdomen, his hands fisting in your hair as you plucked at the button on his jeans.

“You don’t have to --”

“I want to,” you cut him off. “After all that waiting you did for me, baby, you deserve something in return.”

Sliding the fabric down his legs you carelessly discarded them to the floor before turning your attention back to his cock straining against his briefs, your tongue instinctively running over your lips as your fingers glided back up his toned thighs. You’re mouthing at his pelvic bone whilst your hand cupped him through his briefs, a gentle squeeze emitting a loud groan from the boy’s lips as he rolled his hips into the touch of your hand.

“(Y/N).”

The sound of your name had never sounded as good as it did when it fell from Johnny’s mouth, the breathy tone making the arousal in your core begin to build even more than it already had before. You felt the desire for him grow as you hooked your fingers around the hem of his briefs before sliding them down his legs, his cock finally coming into full view. Biting the inside of your lip in anticipation, you gazed over his thick length with hunger.

Gently taking his cock in your hands, you made sure to keep your gaze on him as you ducked down to run your tongue along the underside of his cock, Johnny groaning in response as he tugged at your locks. The vein that trailed along the bottom pulsated with desire as you tongued lazily at it, Johnny’s sounds only adding fuel to the fire as you wrap your lips around the head. Softy suckling on it, you let your tongue lap up the pre cum that was oozing from the tip, the somewhat salty substance making you crave more of him. Sliding your mouth further along his cock, you wrapped your hand around whatever was not enveloped and tugged softly at his length, humming appreciatively against him.

Johnny’s eyes are squeezed shut, the boy trying to keep his hips steady as you lapped at his cock, groan after groan emitting from his lips as you rhythmically bobbed your head. He’s tugging harshly at your tresses, blunt nails digging into your scalp, and the quiet moans that you were letting out reverberated against his length and set his body aflame. He’s writhing in pleasure beneath your ministrations, a choked back moan falling from him when he felt your hand drop to his balls and your mouth wrap around him entirely.

“Oh my g-- fuck!”

You could feel tears brimming your eyes as you fought the urge to choke, your eyes closing as you relaxed your throat -- and then you swallowed around him. The action sent Johnny wild; his hips were freely bucking up as his cock delved into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat. You had your other hand placed on his lower abdomen, the muscles clenching beneath your touch as the boy neared his release.

“Fuck, I’m gonna --!”

Expletives fell from Johnny as his muscles clenched, his thighs trembling as he came in your mouth, your tongue lapping up every last drop he had. The palm of your hand ran over his abdomen, soothing the clenched muscles as he tugged harshly at your hair. He’s panting, the boy barely able to catch his breath, and you hum softly against his now limp cock before you’re slowly beginning to draw back. The hand you had on his balls dropped to rest on his toned thighs as you swallowed what was left of his release, your tongue rolling over your lips as you smirked dirtily at him.

Johnny was wide eyed, almost in a daze, and he’s got a fucked out smile gracing his lips as he lazily reached out towards you.

“Holy fuck, (Y/N),” he breathed out, cupping your face in his hand.

“I told you I was going to make you feel good,” you said, grinning. Johnny stayed quiet as you slithered back up his body.

Grabbing the back of your neck he pulled you up to him, his lips crashing harshly against yours as his tongue swirled around yours. He whimpered softly into your mouth as you settled yourself on his hips, your hands resting on the plane of his chest as you languidly kissed him back. He’s resting his hands on your thighs now, his long fingers gripping your flesh as he ushered you to move forward.

Breaking apart from your lips, he lets a smirk paint across his as he looked up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Come up further,” he beckoned, making you look at him in confusion.

“Wha-- whoa!”

Johnny pulled you up his body until your core was leveled with his neck, the boy’s gaze never breaking from yours.

“I want to take you up on that suggestion you made earlier,” he licked his lips. “You made me feel good so now it’s my turn.”

Before you could say anything Johnny was already lifting your hips up until you were over his face, his fingers pushing your panties to the side while his tongue instantaneously ran along your slick heat. Your breath caught in your throat as he gripped you roughly, the little kitten licks making your hips buck against his tongue as you reached down to grab a fistful of his hair. He’s got his eyes shut, his head slowly moving up and down as he ran his tongue along your core, the boy humming softly each time a moan fell from your mouth.

You’re trying not to drop the entirety of your weight onto in, in fear that you were going to suffocate the poor boy, and you managed to grip his headboard with one hand to steady yourself from the overwhelming pleasure that he was giving you. Your mind was completely blank save for the thought of the boy that was beneath you, Johnny being the only thing you could even focus on as his tongue flattened against your clit.

His name is falling from you like a broken mantra, the cries of pleasure making Johnny smirk against your clit as he ran a slender digit against your folds, slicking it with your arousal. The moment he’s pushing it past your folds and inside of you you’re pushing down against the friction, your hips rolling into the rhythm of his movements as you throw your head back and moan. Johnny buries his face deeper, his head swiftly moving side to side as he curled the digit inside of you. Your thighs encase around his head as you ground down against his mouth as your muscles clench around him, your slick heat now enveloping his second finger as he pushed another inside of you.

You’re a mess above him, sobs of pleasure escaping you as the kitten licks speed up into full on suckles, his plush lips wrapping around your clit as he scissored the digits inside of you. You’re pulling relentlessly at his tresses while digging your nails into the wood of his headboard, your hips having a mind of their own as they glide against the friction of his ministrations. He’s humming against you once more, the reverberations of his noises sending goosebumps along your skin as he gripped your thigh with his free hand.

You’re so close -- so, so, so close. The white hot pleasure envelops your body in a wave, the sensation building from your lower abdomen before spreading to the entirety of your body. Your thighs clench around his head as he sucks harshly at your clit, the sensitive bud completely encaptured by his tongue, and you can feel your release wash over you in an instant, your body completely wracked with pleasure as you ride out your high against his fingers and tongue. He’s still lapping at your clit with fervor as you cum, the rough grip on his hair releasing slowly as you slumped against the headboard.

Placing your hands on the planes of his chest, you drop down next to him on the bed, completely spent from the pleasure you had experienced. Your breathing is ragged and your eyes are squeezed shut, the only audible sound emitting from Johnny as he let out a soft chuckle. Soft kisses are being peppered along your shoulder, his warm hands encasing around your waist as he massaged your skin softly, his face burying itself in the crook of your neck.

“You’re beautiful, baby,” he murmured, smirking against your skin. “Inside and out.”

The innuendo makes you turn your head to look at him, your mouth opening to retort something back to him when he planted his lips against yours.

You can still taste yourself on his tongue as he kisses you languidly, his mouth only breaking apart from yours when he lifted your shirt above your head. He’s blindly unclasping your bra with one hand before that and your panties are discarded, Johnny’s body slowly hovering over yours as he grasped your hips.

“I have to run to Yuta’s room,” he murmured against your lips. “He has the condoms.”

You chuckled against his mouth, your fingers running through his chestnut locks as you drew back from him.

“I have one in my purse,” you smirked. “Courtesy of Hana herself.”

Johnny chuckled lowly, his voice filled with husk as he grinned.

“God bless, Hana.”

Reaching to the side of the bed, Johnny handed you your purse so you could fish inside of it for the condom Hana had given you before the two of you had left your dorm. Setting your bag aside once you found it, you watched as Johnny tore the package open and ran the rubber along his now hardened cock. His gaze doesn’t break from yours as he grabbed ahold of your wrists and pinned them above your head, his thumbs gently stroking the flesh as he leaned down to press his lips to yours.

The moment you’re kissing him back, Johnny’s cock slides between your folds, your moan mixing with his groan as he sheathed himself inside of you. His length stretches you in a way that has you arching into him, your breasts pressing against his chest as your tongue meets his.

It’s intense; the lust that you had felt in the beginning was now mixed with passion, a feeling of pure, genuine want filling both of you up to the point where it’s more than just a fuck. The emotions are evident in his actions, his mouth slotting against yours in a kiss that took your breath away, his hips slowly beginning to build up a rhythm. The hands that pinned your wrists now slid up until his fingers were laced with yours, his body molding into yours as he pressed against you.

It’s slow - not too slow to the point where it’s not enough - his thrusts are deep, his cock delving further with each thrust of his hips, and you’re locking your legs around his waist as you raise yourself from the bed in order to meet him halfway. The new angle has his cock brushing against a spot that makes you cry out with pleasure, Johnny’s name falling from your lips as you cling onto his hands. He’s got his face buried in the crook of your neck, wet kisses being placed on your collarbone as his rhythm begins to falter slightly.

Letting go of one of your hands, Johnny lets the pad of his thumb press against your clit before he begins to rub it softly, your legs tightening around him as the pleasure doubles. With your free arm you wrap it around his neck, your nails digging in between your shoulder blades as you bite down on his shoulder, Johnny hissing at the action. His thrusts grow harsher, your walls contracting around him as he pounded into you now. Cries of pleasure are escaping you at an alarming rate, your body convulsing beneath him as your second release of the night builds faster and faster with every thrust, the sensation of his thumb against your clit and his cock brushing against a sensitive spot sending you reeling in delight.

The fire in your lower body ignites you the moment your release hits and you’re clinging to him, nails dug deep in his skin as your tongue smooths over the bruise you had left on his shoulder, your thighs clenching around his waist as you slowly roll your hips to help ride out your high. Johnny’s movements are sloppy as he reaches his own release, the hand entwined with yours pressing into the mattress as he holds himself steady, his hips matching your slow rhythm as he comes with a growl against your skin.

You’re breathless as you rest against the bed, your nails slowly retracting from his skin as your legs unwrap themselves from around him, your head tilting upwards as Johnny peppered soft kisses against your flesh, every now and again letting out a ragged breath as the two of you come down from your highs -- but none of you dare to move him off of you. You’re savoring the moment, mentally marking the feeling of having him inside of you, and you don’t know if you can let him go just yet -- but unfortunately he needed to rest as well.

Almost letting out a whine when he slides out of you, you pout as you watch him slide the condom off and toss it into the bin next to his bed.

“Don’t move, beautiful,” Johnny told you, sending you a smile.

Your gaze doesn’t leave his frame as he slid off of the bed and walked over to his closet, the boy grabbing a towel, a shirt, and a pair of his boxers before he’s walking back over to you. Gently taking the towel he wipes along the lower half of your body, cleaning you up thoroughly before he’s tossing it aside. Your heart almost swells twice its size as he slides the boxers over your legs, the boy helping you get dressed before he’s sliding his briefs back on and resting next to you on the bed.

With the covers pulled over your bodies, Johnny brings you closer to him so that your chest is pressed to his, his lips pressing kisses from your forehead down to your nose before he kisses you softly. You’re filled with an immense amount of euphoric happiness as you kiss him back, a soft hum escaping you as he draws back from you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to take you out before we got this far,” he murmured. You wipe a bead of sweat above his cupid’s bow, a smile playing at your lips.

“You don’t have to apologize,” you reassured him. “I wanted this to happen too, you know.”

“Oh, did you now?” He jokingly retorted, poking your nose. “Were you expecting it?”

You shook your head.

“No,” you smirked. “But I kind of hoped it would.”

“Why you little --”

Johnny growled playfully at the use of his words from earlier, his fingers reaching under your shirt so he could tickle your sides. A shriek emitted from your lips as you try to push him away, a loud laugh echoing around the room as you grin widely.

“Would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow?” He asked once the two of you calmed down. You nodded before leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I would love to.”

Three pairs of ears are pressed against the door as they listened to the commotion happening on the other side, a muffled shriek emitting from one of the owners before they were instantly shushed.

“Don’t shush me,” Hana glared at Yuta. “I’m allowed to celebrate my best friend’s happiness.”

Yuta rolled his eyes at the girl before he grinned widely.

“Sounds like your friend is more than happy -- OW!”

Taeyong snickered as he watched his girlfriend slap his best friend on the back of the head, his head shaking at their antics. Stepping back from the door, he couldn’t help but feel happy for his best friend, glad that things had worked out between the pair of you.

“C’mon you two,” he said, wrapping an arm around Hana’s shoulders and pulling her close. “Let’s get out of here before we’re found out.”

Yuta snickered as the three of them walked away, the grin never faltering from his face as he beamed proudly.

“At least Johnny finally took my advice -- OW! Why are both of you so violent?!”

“Shut up, Yuta.”

[cowvboyenema]

A gift wrapped box appears in Dave's living space! How did Coco get there? Doesn't matter, not important! Inside lays a custom longbody Furby! Its wearing a thick pair of black shades and dons a black tuxedo that fits the entirety of it's 7 foot tall body. Its fur is a deep purple color while its eyes - if the shades are moved to see them - are red. (Part 1)

It has a functional pair of little feet, short ball-jointed arms, and flexible spine, allowing it to walk about as it pleases, as well as a sort of semi-sentience for a more interpersonal experience. Within the same box lies a small card reading "Merry Christmas!! - Luv, Coco". (Part 2)

That there are red eyes is something Dave may never know, unless in a move of charitable cruelty the furby decides to move them down, perhaps in a mocking glance over the rims. Its fucking cruel to disrobe a man like that.

He will be sure to look away when he is fitting the glasses to act as computers so Hal can negatively influence another bot in the house. He fucking loves it. His childhood passion of learning furby language to freak out the local kids when he starts having a conversation with their toy finally comes to fruition. He doesn't remember any of it, as its been years, but he does remember how to say hello my little friend. Maybe he'll pick it back up.

He loves tbjs thing and when it's not wheeling around fucking his shit up on accident with legs nkt meant to carry furbjes two feet above his head hes settling it on the couch to inundate it with every home alone movie in existence.

Dave loves this.

He could die.

[kpop-rambles]

Why Rosè doesn't need a solo.

Okay so before yall attack me.

Im not saying that rose doesnt deserve a solo. She totally does. Shes talented snd worked very hard to get tk where she is today (and despite yg never letting her showcase her true talents) we all know Rosè's voice is of an angels.

But I have some reasons to why she doesnr particularly need it and why I dint beg YGE for a Rosè solo. (I woukd personally much rather a full album. PLEASE.)

So now let's start.

1. Her vocals in BLACKPINK songs

Youve heard this a bunch if times, we all know. Rosè gets a lor of hate for her raw vocals when shes dancing. Skme people take actual mr removed videos and distort them to make not just Rosè but everyone elses voice sound horrible, comparing them to other mr remlved videos which werent tampered with. She gets hate for her technique, and Im nkt a voxal coach or anythin so I cant say shit about hiw she sings but i know i love her voice. Have yall heard her real voice? Like, her real real voice? Beautiful.

But besides people changing her voice, there is also yg. I know they got a new CEO but who says the man himself isn't pulling the strings. No one, that's who.

Rosè's few lines in actual blackpink songs just don't fit her vocal range, and giving her a whole song that I'm sure yg won't make to fit her voice just would be horrible. The amount of backlash and hate she would get-

Can't even.

2. Backlash

Dancing and singing is already hard, but dancing and singing a song you kind of struggle singing while sitting is even harder. Rosè has a deep, sexy voice much like the other members but YG needed a higher voice so he went to play with Rosè's poor vocal chords. And having a deep voice hitting high notes is extremely hard. Take it from an unprofessional singer with no technique- myself.

So not only will Rosè get more hate for her vocals but so will the rest of BLACKPINK. One Mr removed video from a member would drag down BLACKPINK. I swear if I see another BLACKPINK vs {insert group name here} I Will ducking lose it. Once Rosè yg releases Rosè's solo album there will be so many Rosè vs {soloist} videos, that's give me a headache.

Not only Willi she get hate for her vocals but people will criticize outfits, choreography, and the song in general. In say criticize because usually hate for things other than vocals for BLACKPINK are very carefully said and have constructive points to them. Thyre not hating blackpink, they're telling blackpink stylists to get their shit straight. They're telling yg to let blackpink move more freely in their performances, to let them add one little change here and there that won't affect the performance in any big way but will make every other one different in its own special way. Before I rant on and o I'll stop.

Snd another theyll recieve backlast is that...

3. BLACKPINK need songs not solos.

I cant emphasize this enough.

Jennies solo felt so rushed in my opinion. If i csn cpumt the amount of songs your group has made on my fingers, dont give them a solo. If a rookie group that has been active for almost a year and have 3 full albums while your group that has been active for 3 years has none, domt give them a solo. If a group with much more experiece in being an idol doesnt have a single solo song but tons of group songs while youth group is focusing on solos imstead of group songs even though they only have like 10, domt give them a solo. Give BLACKPINK more songs.

I don't want a Rosè solo. I don't want a Lisa solo. I don't want a jisoo solo. But I'm thankful for the Jennie solo.

I'm thankful for what I got even though I never wanted it. O wanted a full album by BLACKPINK, 3 years in their career. I don't want to see them promoting Samsung, or sprite or some car or candy crush. I want a song. If not an album, At least another mini one. Even a single song would be fine at this point. I felt so distant to blackpink this year. Yeah, there was cpchealla and their adventures in America but like... No Korean variety shows for ktl? Barley any music show appearances?

A few videos on YouTube won't make me feel any close to blackpink, yg. Do you need us to come up to your ducking ace and say it so you listen.

[alotta-scrollin]

AGHHHH THIS HUN MAKES ME FEEL LIKE IM A SMALL BOY ASKING FOR LOVE ?!!!! GROSS

Is it weird to want to just switch off my phone and move for one again?! To remind myself that I’m actually a STELLAR FUCKING CATCH and need to be treated like such ALWAYYYYS.

I mean guys dont get me wrong. She’s also a catch but it’s actually not about her right now🤣. I’m handsome, im smart, im caring, and might i add I’m also expressionate, attentive, hardworking and committed being a good partner. PLUS MY STROKES BANNNNG😭

So not me feeling like im taken lightly. No ma’am. Just cant be a thing. Issa actual myth.

Anyway so here’s the plan

TW: it does involve a hint if toxicity

1) Back in the gym in secret and nkt say a word about it. I want to get a good body back (not saying mine is shit rn but it could definitely use some work) to look and feel good.

2) Get a new phone. My other phone got stolen so I’m currently on an iphone6 which has a horrid camera. I’m getting a new phone because a boy really gotta take photos and feel himself- period

3) Take up social media again. I went off it partly because i wasnt feeling at my best but also because of the attention i get from it which i didnt want to make her feel insecure about. But my girl is actually a big girl so i know she can handle it. It might sting at some points but if thats what needs to hapoen for her to take me seriously then that’s what’s gonna need to be done

4) Get more clothes. I wanna feel good at all times and for me that’s when i dress well. I really want that for myself.

5) Spend more time with the boys. I cant have my girl feeling like my time is fully given to her unreserved sooooo gotta cut back on that. Its gonna suck like hell for me because deep down I really do just love spending time with her big head but i gotta chill with that. Its making her comfortable and ion like that.

6. Just hold back a pinch on my affection.

Okay that’s the plan ! Update you guys on how it goes

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