#coquette if you squint maybe

[thegnomecoquette-inactive]

For Thank Gnome It's Friday again, a thing @rachelillustrates and I did a while back on an old blog of mine (check out her art, btw cause it's my fave). I splurged on a red and black gnome couple during the Christmas stroll and bought the little guy next to them at Walmart in the Christmas section. He's their boy. Also of course. My favorite mug I'm drinking coffee out of.

[attractedtopeoples]

HI POOKIR hope you are okay so I was thinking

Johnnie x f reader like UH overstim with edge on readers side ? And like reader maybe has a very pink style (coquette/hello kitty typa) and if you could do smth like after aftercare he does a stream and like reader kinda left some lipstick on his neck or hickeys IDK of you don’t wanna that’s okay! Have a good day

A/N: HIII LOVE, thank you I am doing better, and happy new year! I hope this is okay, especially sorry if i didn't mention the fashion as much- i'm not very good at incorporating those smaller details. despite that i absolutely loved this prompt, and i had sat there fangirling over the thought of this scenario for a hot minute but here we go, and as always constructive criticism is welcome.

Feeling Better? // Johnnie Guilbert

Tags/Warnings: mdni, minors do not interact, don't like don't read, smutty, explicit, f!reader, there is one creepy ass guy at the start, overstimulation, aftercare & slight fluff, marking kink from reader if you squint, tease reader/snarky reader, yh i think that's all, tell me if you think there should be more, NOT BETA-READ.

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The both of you had been at the grocery store, getting a few things for the apartment and stuff you needed for future videos. However, at one point Johnnie had left to grab some cookies he'd seen earlier, and some random guy had come up behind you, attempting to corner you into the shelf, one hand on your pressed on your lower back under the crop top you'd worn.

The sudden contact was obviously not appreciated, and you pushed him back as you stepped away quickly, avoiding his hand when he reached out again.

"Sorry Sweetheart, just admiring the view," the random guy said, as if it provided any valid explanation. You could feel his eyes tracing over you, and felt rather disgusted as his eyes stayed trained on your mini-skirt for a few seconds longer than you were comfortable with.

"Who's this?" a voice spoke behind you, and you had never been more thankful than when you turned around to find Johnnie standing there glaring at the creep. The guy rolled his eyes at Johnnie, but took a step back regardless, glancing at you once more before walking away, leaving a confused Johnnie with chocolate chip cookies in hand.

"Just a nobody, it's okay" you'd assured him, although it clearly didn't do a great job, his eyes still taking in every detail, trying to find any evidence of pain or discomfort.

"Are you sure?" he'd asked, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders as he looks back down the aisle with a slight frown.

"Been better, I just wanna go home." you'd admitted with a sigh as you leaned into his embrace.

That lead to where you are now, one hand clutching the pillow behind you and the other tangled in Johnnie's hair as his tongue pushes you towards another climax, your third tonight to be specific, and Johnnie did not seem like he wanted to stop. His hands had taken their place on your inner thighs, keeping your legs from closing around his legs as he overstimulates you.

Your back arched off the bed as you were pushed over the edge once more, and your hand was tugging Johnnie's hair, a futile attempt at pushing him away. However, to your surprise, he pulled away from you with a pleased grin on his face. Sadly, It didn't last very long, as one of his hands moved up your thigh as he began rubbing slow circles around your clit, applying a painful yet pleasurable pressure as you threw your head back once more.

His other hand trailed upwards- towards your hips, and he sat back on his knees, admiring you splayed out in front of him as he continued to toy with your overstimulated body, gently sliding two fingers inside you as you let out a broken moan, throat already sore from the previous rounds.

"Feeling better now darling?" He asks teasingly, curling his fingers inside you as your nails dig into the back of his neck, eyes squeezed shut as you try not to lose your mind from the feelings overwhelming you as his fingers thrust into you at a steady pace.

There were hickeys covering the both of you, but especially yourself, and you couldn't say you were all that upset. There was a trail of them from your jawline, down your collarbone, and scattered down the rest of your body. On your thighs the hickeys and love-bites were joined by slight bruises on your inner thighs form Johnnie's fingers.

On him it was mainly his neck and jawline, alongside a few scattered over his chest before he laid you down, opting to mark you up instead. Although as he leans down, placing his other arm by the side of your head, you had a nice few of them.

Looking into his eyes your shaky arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips as he reciprocated eagerly. The hands around his neck tightened as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, and as he began to speed up you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

You pulled him in for another kiss as you felt yourself fall over the edge again, crashing your lips together in a desperate attempt of muffling the noises you knew would have woken one of your roommates. As the aftershocks wore off Johnnie slowly pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the bedsheets as he brings you closer, hugging you softly as he traces shapes into your skin.

After a while of you two lying there wrapped up in each other, he sighed and pulled back from you and off the bed to grab something from the bathroom. A few moments later he walked back into your room, a washcloth in his hand and you allowed yourself to relax back into the bed as he sat down next to you.

He rubbed soothing circles into your thighs as he cleaned you up, taking care to be extra gentle with you as he carefully wiped down your thighs with the warm towel. You watched him with a soft smile as your eyes drooped slightly. Eventually you felt your eyes close, and in your drowsy state you could feel Johnnie lie down next to you, an arm wrapped around your waist as you fall asleep together.

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Blinking your eyes open you could hear the clicking of a keyboard somewhere in the room, and when you pat around for Johnnie you can only feel an empty space next to you in the bed. Rubbing your eyes as you adjust to the lighting you can finally see Johnnie at his desk on the other side of the room, both his camera and mic set up in front of him as he streams, most likely playing some form of game.

With a small sigh you sit up and hold back a groan at the pain in your lower back from last night. The movement caught Johnnie's attention, and you could see him mouth sorry out of the camera frame, although with the way he tilted his neck you could also see the collection of hickeys you'd left scattered on him- and by the way his camera was facing it was rather clear he was trying not to show them.

That fact didn't matter now however, as he'd just completely displayed each and every one to the viewers of his stream, and as you watched the realization flood his features you had to hold back a laugh. He slowly sat back into frame, and you watched his eyes flick over the comment section, and after a few seconds he just let out a resigned sigh.

With a raised eyebrow you kept watching as he pressed a few buttons, and then he started to speak again.

"Alright guys, I think that's a pretty good ending note, I'll see you next time," and with a final click of a button he slumped back into the chair and turned to face you tiredly. Meanwhile you were still trying not to laugh at him, one hand over your mouth as a pointless attempt at hiding your laughter.

"Shut up," he grumbled, but it didn't help much as you flopped back down onto the bed and continued to laugh, smiling when he came over and joined you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

[angel-gone-dark]

Kyle x Coquette girlie pretty please with sugar on top. 🤭

Kyle x Coquette!F!Reader

ok so like. i went off here. um, hope you like it bestie LMAO

CWs: unprotected sex, reader is a little bit of a shit, maybe a lil rough?

SMUT UNDER CUT. MDNI.

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Kyle raised a brow at his friends in the hallway, who were all in various states of confusion. 

“What the hell are you all staring at?” He snipped, and Cartman pointed across the hall.

“Dude, look at her outfit. I’ve never seen anything like it.” 

Kyle looked over at the girl who had been pointed out. She was surrounded by the other girls, talking and laughing. He was entranced with the way she moved, flipping her hair over her shoulder. He’d never seen someone dress the way she did, her outfit consisting of white lace and pink bows. The mary janes on her feet clicked against the tiles any time she shuffled her pose. He swallowed, forcing his eyes back onto his friends. 

“Yeah? What, uh, what about it?” He asked.

Cartman cocked his head to the side, “What is she even going for?”

“Who cares, it works,” Kenny grinned. “She looks fucking hot.”

Kyle couldn’t help but agree. Her skirt was short over her tights, shirt showing off the smooth skin of her shoulders. He couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of it pressed against him, especially the skin on her chest and thighs. He had to take some deep breaths, attempting to force his boner down. Kyle was saved, literally, by the bell. He dashed off to his class, trying his hardest to ignore the pretty girl- and the bewildered cries of his friends.

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The ginger slid his fingers through his curls, squinting down at his textbooks in frustration. He jotted down notes, rereading them at least 5 times over to make sure they made sense. He jumped, looking up with wide eyes when he was joined at the table… by the girl he was looking at earlier. You.

“Uh, hey,” he greeted. “Do you need something?”

“Yeah, I hear you’re a really good tutor. Can I get you to look over my work quickly?” You batted your lashes at him and he was suddenly extremely glad he was sitting down. 

“Yeah, yes of course,” He nodded, taking your notebook from you to glance over your notes. “This looks really good, but I think you have an error right here.”

You hummed, nodding. You contorted your face into your cutest pout, absolutely indulging in his eyes on you. 

“I don’t understand,” you huffed, moving your chair closer to him and pressing your chest up against his arm. 

He stammered trying to muster a reply, “W-well, uh, here. Look at the way I broke it down in my notes.”

Throughout his whole ‘tutoring’ thing, you acted your absolute cutest. If you were being entirely honest, you’d had your eyes on him from the moment you saw him. You were heavily repressing the urge to jump his bones in the very public library.

“You know, I think you should come to my house after school. I could use some more help,” you suggested, leaning further into him. 

His face was tinged deep with a blush that went from the tops of his ears down, down… you gnawed your lip thinking how far it reached. 

“Y-yeah. Okay,” he gave in. “Where do you…”

You interrupted him, “Meet me after school. We’ll walk together, handsome.”

He gaped as you retreated from the library, your little date secure. 

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You waited for Kyle near the school’s main entrance, books clutched close to your chest. Your sickly sweet smile returned as he approached, and you gave him that innocent look that you knew would drive him nuts.

“Hi, Kyle,” you had put on your most charming voice. “Thanks for walking me home and helping me with homework.”

“No problem,” he smiled and it nearly took you out. “Can you scooch over? I’d rather be the one walking on the outside of the sidewalk.”

Oh, he was going to be the death of you. The walk to your house was mostly quiet, Kyle seeming content with the silence.

You opened your door, gesturing for him to follow you, and led him all the way up to your room. You sat pretty on your bed, tilting your head at him. He glanced around, trying to avoid your hungry gaze draping down him. You sighed gently, combing your fingers up your body to untie the ribbon holding your hair in its graceful ponytail. He sat in your desk chair, moving his textbook over his lap.

You stood, waltzing right on over and placing your hand over the thick book between you and heaven.

“Hiding something?” You teased, pressing down on it. 

He grabbed your wrist in his hand, speaking through grit teeth, “Stop it.” 

“Or what?” You taunted. He had had enough of your attitude. 

Kyle stood, grabbed you by the hips, and tossed you onto the mattress. He leaned over you, voice strained and hands gripping the sheets. 

“You’re making it extremely difficult for me to stay decent, do you know that? You asked me to help you study, and here I am trying, and you’re giving me those goddamn eyes,” he rambled, more frustrated than you had expected. “I can’t tell if you’re giving me permission to touch you like I want to.”

“Do it.”

As soon as he had your permission he was ravishing your lips with his, his hands moving to squeeze eagerly at your chest as he practically shoved his tongue down your throat. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, honey,” he breathed, face dipping to nip at your neck. “Why can’t you be this good all the time, hm?” 

You groaned as his lips moved downwards, and he left purpley blue hickeys on your skin. Those would be hard to cover, and you would have been angrier if one of his hands hadn’t moved under your skirt to stroke your slit through your tights and panties.

“Sorry about this, but the damn things are in the way.” He huffed, ripping a hole directly in the crotch of your tights.

As you made a move to protest, his deft fingers moved your panties to the side, thumb rolling over your clit and index plunging into you. You gasped, back arching under his touch as he stretched you out, adding his middle finger as well.

“Kyle, please.” You whined.

“Please what, pretty? Use your manners.” 

“Please just fuck me.” 

He chuckled, fingers curling inside of you teasingly, “Since you asked so nicely.”

You whimpered at how empty you felt as he retracted his fingers to undo his belt and jeans, leaning up on your elbows to watch. As he pulled his cock out of his boxers, you couldn’t help but salivate. He was thick, and wet, and blushing an angry pink at the tip. It twitched as he touched it to glide it against your slit, making you moan.

He was eager, too eager to properly undress either of you. All he did was flip your skirt up as he sunk into you, his jaw hanging open as he allowed you to adjust. 

“Shit, you’re tight,” he grunted, rolling his hips harshly into yours. “Atta girl, you can take it. C’mere.”

He pressed his lips on yours again as he began to move, pace quickly rising from the simple grind of his hips to roughly pound into your cunt. Your eyes fell shut, hands clawing at your cute pink bedspread. 

“K-Kyle, fuck.” You heaved, hips bucking up into his.

“Such a dirty mouth on you, gorgeous…” He smirked down at you, thumb moving back to roll over your clit. “Do you want me to make you cum on my cock?”

“Please, please, I need it, Kyle.” You begged, all sense of dignity out the window as he plunged in and out of you with wet slaps.

“Good girl. Such a good girl,” he groaned, increasing the pressure of his tight little circles. “So cute f’me.”

His cock twitched inside you, and he dropped his drooling mouth to your neck again, biting down hard before whispering in your ear.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, honey, you can take it. Fuck.”

You couldn’t hold it any longer, the tight coil that rested in your abdomen snapping suddenly as you came with a cry. You gripped him so tight he could barely move as he ground his hips down into you, his release not far behind, spilling warmth inside of you.

“Shit,” he cursed, gently pulling himself from your hole. “If you look this good with my cum dripping out of you we might be here for a while.”

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he owes reader a pair of tights!!!!

word count: 1411

[cryinglookingatsoulages]

may i seduce bartylus nation with my circus AU fic? 👀

what to expect:

🎪 10 chapters in total

🎪morally grey characters

🎪 unreliable narration

🎪 barty being SICKENINGLY in love (but can you blame him when reg looks like that?)

🎪 regulus being a taken man with questionable morals

🎪 mentalists and mind games

🎪 bad, baaaad decisions

🎪 maybe some arson

🎪 definitely some explicit action

🎪 regulus being kind of coquette if you squint

if you’re interested, welcome:

enjoy 🤍

[bdfanfic]

On His Mane’s Secret Service - Chapter 11

She woke up early and dressed quickly as Dar’Amon roused himself.

“Raj? Where are you going?”

“Just… stay here, will you? I’ve got something to do. I should be back before midday.”

“Can I come along? It doesn’t take me long to get dressed!” he said with a cat’s smile.

“Sorry Dar, not this time. But you’ll thank me if this works. Just stay here, and when the maids enter, for goodness’ sake don’t talk!”

“Okay. If you say so.”

She rushed out of the palace and to the headquarters of the HMSS, but at the door she was halted by the guard.

“Please, I need to see Queue. Can you get him for me? Please? It’s… important!”

“I’m sorry, Ra’Jirra. You know you’re not allowed in anymore,” said the guard she had known for years. “And there’s no one else here to take over for another ½ hour for me to go find him.”

Ra’Jirra nervously sought for some solution, but the outer door opened before she could think of anything, and in walked Em’s secretary, Ms. Ponsonby.

“Ms. Posonby! Thank goodness you’ve come. Could you do me a huge favor? I need to talk to Queue. It’s urgent!”

The old khajiit squinted at her. “Ra’Jirra. I’d not thought to see you back here again. Now what’s all this nonsense about? You’re not even supposed to be in the building as an ex-agent.”

Exasperated, Ra’Jirra appealed to the crotchety old cat, “I’m only a concubine of the fucking Mane now! JEEZE! Please Ms. Ponsonby! You helped me once. Just this once more!”

“Why?” she asked with suspicion. “What do you want Queue for?”

“I need something, and I think he’s got it in his lab.”

“What?”

“Ms. Ponsonby! Copper chloride, if that means anything to you!”

“Hmm...  Well, I suppose I can ask him to come out to talk to you. On one condition.”

“Anything! Just name it!”

“What’s my first name?”

Ra’Jirra blinked. “Your first name?”

An evil smile crept across the old lady’s face. “Yeeeees, what’s my first name?”

Ra’Jirra searched her memory while the smile grew larger.

“Loelia!” she blurted out at a sudden insight, and the smile fell off Loelia Ponsonby’s face.

“Hmpf. A good guess. I’ll go see if I can find him,” she said and turned on her heel.

The guard turned back to Ra’Jirra, shaking his head.

“Bitch,” she muttered, then went to sit and wait in a chair nearby.  The minutes ticked by like hours, but at last the big argonian came out through the door behind the guard’s desk.

“Ra’Jirra! Oh, it’s good to see you again! What did you do to Ms. Ponsonby?”

Ra’Jirra hugged the argonian in greeting. “Good to see you again too, Queue. As for that… person, I just made her day, that’s all.”

“Well, what can I do for you Ra’Jirra? You name it.”

“I need a chemical. Copper chloride. Do you know what that is?”

“Copper chloride? Ra’Jirra, I’m not a chemist. But we have some on staff of course. What on earth do you need that for?”

“It’s a long story, Queue, but it’s really important!”

“Well, come on back into the lab with me. I’ll ask my lead chemist if he has any of… whatever that is.”

“Thanks Queue!”

She looked at the guard as she passed, but he only shrugged and waved her on.

“I am the head of the whole research department, after all!” Queue said when she caught up with him. “He’d better not say anything!”

Within an hour, Ra’Jirra was heading back out with Queue, a bottle of blue powder in her hands.

“Em won’t like it,” Queue was saying. “If it works, you’re going to cost him one of our best agents, you know.”

“Em be damned, he can’t stop me!”

“No, but he can browbeat me for allowing it,” Queue said as they stopped at the door, and he opened it wide for Ra’Jirra.

“Come on, Queue. Em’s not that kind of boss. At least, I never thought he was.”

“He’s not. Go on, Raj. And good luck! Stop by again sometime to see us though. Sometime when you’re not on a Quest.”

“I will!” She said, and then turned and practically climbed up the tall argonian’s chest to give him a kiss on his cheek - if argonians can be said to have cheeks.

Queue stood at the door, watching her go, and touched the spot where her lips had been. He looked at his hand, then back at the outer door where she’d left.

“I’ll miss that cat,” he said to the guard.

“Me too,” the guard said, looking back at the closing door.  “At least you got a kiss.”

Queue smiled at the guard. “Some of us have it, and some of us don’t,” he chuckled, then went back to work.

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When Ra’Jirra returned to her room, Dar’Amon was nowhere to be seen.  She had a moment of panic, until the maid came in and told her about the cat they’d found in her room.

“Where is he!?” she demanded so forcefully that the maid cowered before her.

“I’m sorry Lady Ra’Jirra! I put him out back not five minutes ago. He’s probably still around I think.”

“Oh, sorry. He’s… he’s mine. Please, show me where, would you?”

She followed the maid to the back of the building, and Dar’Amon was there, stuck up in a tree while a dog barked at him from below. The Alfiq looked scared to death before he saw Ra’Jirra.

“Maid, would you mind shooing that dog away while I get my cat?” Ra’Jirra asked.

“Certainly!” she answered, obviously relieved that the lady’s cat hadn’t been harmed. She dragged the barking dog back to it’s kennel while Ra’Jirra caught Dar’Amon as he jumped down from the tree.

“Thanks, Raj!” he said as she carried him back inside. “That dog nearly had me!”

“Sorry Dar. But come with me to the main dining room. I need to light a fire.”

“A fire? It’s nearly summer. You look weird. Are you feeling alright?”

“You’ll see,” she smiled and was glad to see the room was currently unoccupied. It took her just a few minutes to get a nice blaze going. Then she sprinkled it with the copper chloride. Immediately the flame began to glow a fierce blue.

Dar looked at her strangely. “Is that… No. It can’t be!”

“Flame of the Harbinger,” Ra’Jirra smiled.

The Alfiq looked at her. “How on earth…?!”

“Don’t ask questions, Dar. Just approach the flame, if you want your lycanthropy to be cured.”

Cautiously, he did so. Suddenly a tongue of flame lashed out and covered him in a blue glow. Ra’Jirra screamed and rushed forward, fearing that she’d managed to kill her lover, but before she got to him the glow flared brightly then disappeared. At her feet, Dar’Amon lay in Cathay form, if somewhat under-dressed for proper palace etiquette.

“Dar! Dar, are you alright?” she said as she lifted his head.

His eyes opened and he blinked, then looked down at himself.

“I’m… back!” he said, grinning up at her.

Ra’Jirra got him to his feet as two guards rushed in.

“Back off, scum!” shouted one, brandishing a wicked looking spear.

“No! He’s my fiance!” Ra’Jira shouted, putting herself between the spear and Dar’Amon.

One of the guards looked at the other, who shrugged.

“Fiance or not, he’s not allowed in the palace. Gr’alt, go fetch the Chief.”

The other guard ran off, while another two guards came in, spears drawn.

“She says he’s her fiance,” the first guard explained.  “Don’t worry Lady, we’ll get this sorted out. Why don’t you two have a seat till then, okay?”

Ra’Jirra and Dar’Amon gladly assented. A few minutes later the leader of the palace guard entered along with the prime concubine, Isdra.

“What’s this all about, Lady Ra’Jirra?” she demanded. “Who is this?”

Ra’Jirra rose and bowed to Isdra. “This is my fiance, Dar’Amon. He is an agent of the HMSS.”

Isdra turned to the naked Cathay. “Well,” she said. “Speak up young man. How dare you enter the palace?! Fiance or not, we’ll have no mating of the Mane’s concubines here!”

“No!” Dar’Amon protested. “It’s not like that! I wasn’t…”

“It’s a long story, Princess Isdra,” Ra’Jirra interrupted. I’ll explain everything. You can ask Em. He’s the head of the HMSS. He’ll corroborate our story!”

“I know who Em is, Ra’Jirra.  Guard, go and send for him.”

One of the guards left the room hastily, while three of the other concubines entered to see what all the fuss was about.

By the time Em came in an hour later, Ra’Jirra and Dar’Amon had told the story twice to the prime concubine. Of course, nearly the entire harem had entered by then, leaving Dar’Amon unable to get out of his seat for modesty’s sake. Finally, when Em had corroborated their story, Isdra sent for some clothes for Dar’Amon and shooed the other concubines from the room till he was able to get dressed.

“Be that as it may,” Isdra was saying, “you cannot have him in your room here. Surely you must see the sense in that.”

“I do. And I won’t,” Ra’Jirra assured her. “This was… an aberration.”

“All right. I’ll give him an official pass till nightfall, but by then, I don’t want to see him in the concubine’s domicile again! As for you,” she said, turning to Em, her voice magically transforming into the sweet coquette,  “Thank you for coming.”

Em stood, and the Princess Isdra left the room, leaving only Raj, Dar and Em.

“Well hell, Dar, you still want to work for me? I’m afraid your value in our operation may have decreased somewhat, but I’ve still got work for you.”

“Of course! But… maybe I could take a vacation? I’ve got a wedding to attend,” he said, squeezing Ra’Jirra’s hand.

“Fair enough. I’ll see you next week then?”

“And a honeymoon after that…”

Em sighed, “Okay! Two weeks.”

Ra’Jirra leaned on Dar’Amon’s shoulder. “It’s been a long time since I had him back in Cathay form, Em.  A looooong time!”

Em scrunched up his face in disgust. “Okay, okay! You’ve got the month off, Dar. You’d better not wear him out, Raj! I expect him in good condition when he gets back.”

“As well as can be expected, given the circumstances,” she smiled evilly at Dar’Amon.

“Enough!” Em declared, standing up. “When’s the wedding?”

Ra’Jirra looked to Dar’Amon who watched her shrug.

“Tomorrow’s the big meeting. How about the day after that? Too soon?”

“Can’t be too soon for me, Dar,” she answered. “But it needs to be kept quiet. Concubine and all that, you know.”

“Just a small group then at Mara’s chapel. Day after tomorrow. And Em?” Dar’Amon declared firmly.

“Yeah?”

“Would you mind being my Second?”

Ra’Jirra got an idea at that too, “And walk me down the Aisle? I don’t have any family, you know.”

“Of course. Any other requests?”

“I… do have one,” Ra’Jirra replied and Em rolled his eyes. “I’d like Queue to be my second.”

“Queue? Isn’t that a job for a female?”

“Someday I should tell you a little something about argonians, Em,” she snickered. “But I don’t care anyway. I want Queue if I can’t have you.”

“Queue it is then. Well, Good luck you two. You’ve killed my afternoon. I’ve got to get back!”

They watched him go before returning to Ra’Jirra’s room.

She closed the door behind them, already breaking one of the rules.

“What do you think? We can celebrate now!”

“You know I’d love to, Raj. But Isdra made it pretty clear she wouldn’t approve. She’s been pretty decent really. I don’t think we should.”

“You’re probably right. Dammit. And I should stay here, what with the meeting coming up tomorrow.”

Dar’Amon kissed her passionately, which she returned in kind.

“I guess I should go find myself a room somewhere then,” he said, tearing himself away.

“Do that. And see if you can think of somewhere we can honeymoon.  Somewhere far away, where I can forget about all this.”

“I will.  I’ll be back outside the palace gates tomorrow after your meeting. Then we will celebrate for sure!”

“It’s a date, lover!”

[zachwinthrop]

@alexandraburton-x

        zachariah unloaded into sumptuous, ivory leather – the carnal hum of the engine engrossing the silence that prevailed between them. the sole of her onyx saint laurent heel appressed the pedals, her manicured crescents twining around the stick shift as she adjust the gears. he inquested, jade malignity gushing through his veins. alexandra varnished her willowy fingers through her hair, incandescent ivories gathering her plush lower lip. ❝ zach winthrop, do i sense a little J E A L O U S Y? i thought that was beneath you now, ❞ she drawled. viscid rubber melted against calescent pavement as her speed hastened. ❝ well, i didn’t mind it, but i didn’t come to your birthday party to kiss him. i came to kiss you. ❞ sienna halos glimpsed heedfully into the rearview mirror, distinguishing an ( erratic ), single pair of headlights that weaved between lanes. she discounted it for the moment, not wanting to plague zach & mar his birthday evening. ❝ on maybe some other places besides your lips, ❞ alex tantalized, permitting coquette eyes to flush against the length of his body. ❝ where are we headed? your place or mine? i mean, you have yet to show me your new digs. ❞ the aventador enfolded the los angeles ambits, her speed booming.

        he lounged into bleached leather, knees hiked up and leaning against the dash. his eyes scintillated across the distance & watched the dashes of light from street - lamps decorate her face. whatever her taunts had intended, they’d been successful in PLAGUING his veins with an engorging envy. zach squinted at her, but her face remained indistinguishable. she absently veered the wheel, urging them around a bend. ❝ nothing’s beneath me, ❞ he grumbled petulantly. he wasn’t sure why he felt so scorned - he’d done the exact same thing, but at least he’d confessed to her that it was merely an act to entrap her attention. i didn’t mind it. his head lolled sideward, detached gaze falling around bleary lights scraping the windows, cutting apart his flushed countenance. he urged ornamented limbs to a fold atop his chest. ❝ well you can see it then. ❞ he sat up awkwardly, sliding his sweat - dampened back up the leather. an elongated digit began to prod uselessly at the illuminated screen fashioned upon the dashboard. ❝ it’s set as home in the satnav. ❞

[derasiwa]

Song of the Sea and Sirens

The water is still and black, the bite of winter in the air raising goose bumps on my skin. Ripples move gently outwards from where I float, but in the dark no one would notice a few ripples more or less. I’m not very visible anyway. Only my eyes are above the water line. More comfortable that way, when winter wind isn’t blowing on my already wet skin. I make sure to breathe, deep and slow. It isn’t fear, not anymore, just excitement, but there is no reason that should get in my way. The less I feel anything about it, the better.

The village in front of me is small, barely a village, even though it calls itself a town. The cobblestones are smooth and shiny, worn down by time and the boots of countless sailors stomping back and forth from the boarding houses to the pub and then their ships. There isn’t another soul in sight, but the loud laughter and yelling in the tavern across the street is audible over the wind. Never short of an excuse for a party, this lot. It’s a strange hour. The local ladies of ill repute, as Mother used to call them, haven’t come out to ply their wares yet, trying their luck in pubs where sailors settle to drink before finding some company for the night.

 A man comes out of one of the buildings lining the street near the harbour, clearly drunk, even from a distance. He stumbles over the cobblestones, heading for one of the ships. There are two of them I see when I squint, the man, and a boy, no more than 12 years old by the look of him. The poor boy staggers under the weight of the man, at least three times his size in every direction. He’s red faced and panting for breath, his balance skewed by the man’s weight and not helped in the least by the bottle of whatever he sloshed into his own mouth and then the boy’s.

They stagger together towards the dock, probably making for one of the moored ships floating clustered on the black sea. The boy is almost dragging the man now and they lurch on to the water’s edge. The boy heaves the man down on a rock by the jetty, and then staggers away into the shadows. The streetlight illuminates his face, ruddy, pensive and almost sad underneath a thick brush of stubble. He takes a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes his face.

 The boy wouldn’t be gone long, perhaps to find someone to bring his friend on board. I take a breath, more out of habit than necessity. The water closes over my head, the moonlight all of a sudden watered down into a trickle through the gloom. It isn’t the actual work that makes me nervous on my trips into town. It’s this. This moment. I stay still for a second to acclimate. It’s been years and I still have to quash the impulse to leap out and breathe the air I don’t need.  

But I can’t waste this chance. He’s in the perfect place, easily reachable without being too close to town. My fingertips itch. My mind goes clear, sharp, yearning for the final thrill, the culmination of watching and waiting. I have to admit, no matter the doubts, this? This is…enjoyable.

      I swim to just under the jetty, right underneath him and brace myself. I think I’ll go with the vapid act for this one. He doesn’t seem like he has the brains to spare for anything more complex.

I pull myself up from the water, making sure to sweep my hair behind me, always my best feature. Thick, curly, black hair. The water weighs it down wherever it is, making it easier to push this way and that. I have my father to thank for that.

I balance next to him on my elbows, but he doesn’t notice. Mother used to tell me that if I rolled my eyes they’d get stuck one day. I wonder if this time’ll be it.  

 “Hello sailor,” I say.

 He jumps in his seat, looking everywhere but down. I reach out and touch his leg, making him jump again.

He squints stupidly down at her, blinking his bloodshot eyes to adjust to the darkness.

 I force a smile. Gentle, not too many teeth. “Down here.” It’s hard to keep the disdain from my voice, but I try. “Hello.”

 “Who’re you?” he asked. His mouth kept opening and closing like a fish as he looked down at her.

 Men like when I play with my hair., so I push it back off my shoulders. It’s heavy and the hair sticks to my skin. Annoying, but a girl has to do what she has to.

“What’re you doing in there at this time of night, ya dozy tart?” he asks. “You’ll catch your death of cold.” And yet he makes no motion to help me. Eye rolling in polite company is where even I draw the line. This is barely company and certainly not polite, but I resist the urge anyway.  

 “No, I won’t.” I giggle as vacuously as I can and then push back and float on my back, just far enough that I can stretch out to my full height. And then, the piece du resistance. I splash some water at him with my tail, lingering so the jewel blue tones in in my scales glitter in the moonlight. My second-best feature. He nearly falls off the rock he’s sitting on.

 I swim back. “See?” I ask. It’s best to use short words with this kind.  “I was lonely. And I saw you sitting here and I thought you might be lonely too.”

 He stumbles over his words. “You’re…You’re a…”

 “Yes, silly. I’m a mermaid. I thought maybe you’d like to keep me company.” The coquette act is exhausting, but this kind of cretin fancies himself a big man. It wouldn’t do to be aggressive. Not yet.

He leans down further. It’s a trick I’ve picked up over the years, perfected over many of these excursions. It’s the eyes. Once they start to look in my eyes, they can’t stop. His breath smells like cheap medicine. I have to swallow the gorge back down.

“Come have a swim with me,” I whisper. “We can go anywhere you like.”

“But they say that your kind eat men,” he stammers. “And I don’t want to be eaten. I’m sailing tomorrow!”

I make myself look sad, although I’m careful not to break his gaze.  “I would never eat men! I’m a mermaid” I exclaim. “It’s them sirens. Always giving us a bad name. I’m just lonely. And I would love a…” And now time for the wide open, ‘goodness, what an idea’ eyes. “A bonny sailor beau.”

 He leans even closer. “Where would we go?” he asks. Footsteps start in the distance, quick and eager. The boy is coming back. I smile as wide as I can. Thank goodness for darkness. Not even this cretin could miss the disgust on my face.  

 I flip my tail with joy. “All sorts of places. Sunny islands. There’s a place I know where the streets are paved with jewels. It’s so beautiful when the sun shines. Places where the fruit is as big as your head and sweeter than sugar. Just say yes.”

 The sailor leans almost into the water, eager and willing. The drink had dulled any sense. He smiles widely, revealing a row of blackened teeth and I have to suppress a shudder.

 “Well I suppose it wouldn’t be right to just leave you, all lonely like,” he says.

 He reaches for my outstretched hand. I pull him into the water. I’m not too vain to admit that years under the sea have not been kind to me. And now, up close, he can see it.  

 Seaweed gets tangled in my hair when I swim, and the last time I looked in a mirror, my skin was pale, sickly, slick in the underwater light. Dead blue lips, pointed teeth. Not all of them. Enough to look like I have fangs. I can see the horror washing over him, and he begins to struggle against me. He hits, scratches, tries to punch me, even against the cushion of sea water between us. The cold water deadens the sensation. I’ve been down here long enough that I hardly feel anything at all. They always fight. This one is weaker than the others, a side effect of the alcohol, no doubt. It doesn’t take long. His eyes, wide with fear, go glassy and still. His body goes limp. I hold him under a little while longer to make sure and then hide under the shadow of the pier.

 I can hear the boy and his companions coming back, their voices low, unworried for their friend. They search for him, but not for long. Probably thought he was with someone. They leave quickly, and I thank Poseidon that they do. The muscles in my arms are starting to burn and tremble from holding him up, the useless lump is so heavy, even with the water helping me.

 They leave, not too long afterwards, probably off to corrupt that poor little boy even more. Thank goodness, because letting the lump of flesh float out of my hands would have been total disaster for me. Luckily the darkness this time of year’ll make it easier to get him where I need him.

      I drag him through the water. It catches on every bit of seaweed and stone it comes across, and for a minute I wonder if it’s a punishment from the man’s soul from the other side and I smile at the thought as I tug him free of something that’s caught on his foot. Luckily the current was with us, so I could let him go a little ways with just a little push from me. Give my arms a rest. On the other hand, these kinds of errands do wonders for my strength.

      The next time he catches on something, I take the chance to swim up and take a breath. It feels beautiful, sharp edged, cold and clean. It’s one of the advantages of being a creature like me. Not all human, not all fish, I can still take a breath of air and float on the water before going back in the water.

      I brace for the rest of my journey, and go as fast as I can. The later I get there, the bigger the chance that I’ll be forced to watch them tear him limb from limb.

      The islet is lit only by a small green fire. Ligeia and her sisters are crowded around it, warming themselves against the winter chill. The sisters are huddled on the ground, each pressed into the other. Ligeia is standing a little apart from them, watching for me, so I reach a hand out of the water and wave. Her eyes, sharp as eagles’, even in the night, see me right away. Sirens are not comely creatures by any means. The upper bodies, arms and breasts of women, with wings and clawed feet like birds, sharp teeth to tear at whatever unfortunate sailors fall to them.

The younger ones, her sisters have clearer skin, innocent looking faces. Ligeia, the oldest one, is another story. More ancient than the rest, impossibly old, and yet she is, Her face is lines with scars. I asked her about them once. She told me they were from men, some from before and some after. Her face is younger than her years, but crueller. Anger simmers under the surface. Her claws are sharper, her wings wider, and her presence more terrifying than almost anything else I’ve encountered in my life.

She glides down from her perch,large flesh coloured wings spread and comes towards me. I can’t help the little squeak I make. Ligeia hovers near me, crouched like a vulture, her wings holding her just above the surface.

“Delma dear,” she says. She doesn’t smile at me as much as she sneers. “Have you brought what we asked for?” I have to force down a shiver and nod as I answer.

 “Bloody big one, this. I had a time of it trying to get him here.”

 She peers into the water. Her eyes are used to seeing through the gloom. “Mmm, thank you dear,” she says. Suddenly she swoops upwards, and straightens, plucking him out of the water like so much

I’ve never liked watching her too closely, gods help me. She drops him on the rocks for her sisters, keeping a chunk of flesh for herself. I turn away as they eat. The sounds themselves are enough to almost make me sick.

      They finish soon enough, thankfully, and I get up the courage to climb up on a rock on the islet. I need the rest. Ligeia is watching me, I can tell, so I steel myself and turn to her. She can’t help the way she looks, but it doesn’t stem the fear and horror.

 “I hope you enjoy it,” I call. Ii want to leave. My body wants to swim in the other direction as fast as my fins can carry me, but I can’t make myself listen tgo the impulse, not yet. Ligeia and her all knowing eyes must see my hesitation because she calls after me.

 “Delma, dear, a moment before you go.” She beckons me back to the rock. I go back, reluctant and eager at the same time. “It seems you have something more you’d like to say to us.”

 She watches me impassively until my tongue loosens.

 “Ligeia, I was hoping to ask you about what we discussed…before.”

 Her face showed no change. I press on.

 “I’ve done everything you asked of me, and I think it’s time you helped me now.”

Ligeia inclines her birdlike head, crowned with cropped hair like a cross between feathers and a young boy’s. She stands, a little stiffly, but still graceful. I froze. She comes so close, close enough to see her eyes, yellow as flame, sitting in coal blackness. A long slim hand stretches pout, nails sharp as glass scrape my skin as she strokes my cheek, leaving gooseflesh behind.

 “I don’t have to do anything,” she purrs. “Least of all for one of your...” She looks me up and down with barely veiled contempt.  “Kind.” Her voice is smooth, but it rumbles through me and I shiver. She smiles with sharp teeth and I go cold with dread. Suddenly it comes to me. No one knows where I am. She could tear me limb from limb and I would just…disappear.

 “I’m sorry,” I whisper, and she releases me and chuckles.

 “I suppose it wouldn’t do to hurt you. It wouldn’t help the impression your kind have of us, would it?” She reaches for me again and I daren’t move. A claw strokes my hair, pushing it back from my face, almost maternally.

 “Such a pretty girl. Such a shame.” She doesn’t say anymore, just straightens up again. I can hear her old bones cracking.

  “Don’t worry, pretty child. I won’t go back on our agreement. What would that make me?” Her wings spread. “The winter is almost over. Fulfil your end of the bargain, and my sisters and I will give you what you want.” She flies up into the sky with a great crack of her wings. I don’t know where she’s going and I don’t care to. The weight of the agreement I have made is beginning to settle in my stomach and I jump back into the water.

[sweetersuga]

Coquette | 3

bts x fuckgirl!reader high school!au | series warnings: smut, sexual themes, polygamy, angst, foul language, cheating

genre: angst, romance, smut

chapter warning: mentions of violence, underage drinking, detailed description of drug usage, somewhat smut

continuation status: yes | possibly | no

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

word count: 4,772

Your heart skipped a beat once your eyes laid upon his sweaty figure, hair disheveled, clinging to his forehead and his white wife-beater shaded a deep grey due to sweat from his armpits. He panted heavily and his arms, neck, and tip of his nose glistened in the sunlight, giving off a glowing aura that suit him perfectly. You were nearly about to whip out the “Hey Jimin! What are you doing here?” line until you remembered: He was your next door neighbor.

Either way, you still greeted him. “Hey Jimin. What’s up?”

He looked you up and down before digging in his pocket, pausing his music. “Hey y/n..” his chest heaved up and down as he attempted to catch his breath. “Ah, just went for a jog. You?”

“Was over at Taehyung’s,” you shrugged truthfully. He tensed up before slowly nodding. “I guess I’ll get going home then-”

“Wait! Are you going to Hoseok’s party?” you cut him off eagerly. He looked taken aback as he nodded at your question, leaving you with a growing grin on your face.

“When was it again? Next Thursday?”

“Yeah. His parents are heading outta town apparently 'til Sunday. Anyways, I gotta go. See you later I guess?” he frowned, walking straight past you until he reached his front lawn and entered his house, slamming the door closed. You watched him blankly until his figure disappeared and let out a sigh as you headed towards your own lawn, walking up the short steps before entering your home. You greeted your parents curtly before heading upstairs to your room.

Looking at the clock, you saw it was already 8pm and you felt quite worn out all thanks to Taehyung, and you were about to jump onto your bed and pass out, when your phone vibrated in your pocket.

You rolled over and groaned as you pulled it out and unlocked it. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion due to the fact that a blocked number had texted you.

**BLOCKED NUMBER** @ 8:24PM: you seriously fucked taehyung didnt you?? how pathetic

You reread the message over and over in your head, shifting your position so you were now sitting up.

You @ 8:24PM: who is this?

**BLOCKED NUMBER** @ 8:24PM: lol, im sure you can take a guess who y/n

You rolled your eyes.

You @ 8:25PM: jungkook then huh. how the hell are you texting me? i blocked you

**BLOCKED NUMBER** @ 8:25PM: that doesnt matter. just fuck off will you? youre fucking lucky youre a girl or else i wouldve beaten your ass by now

You @ 8:25PM: as if you would. also, dont act like im the only one who initiated it! tae was just as into it as i was, if not then more :)

After you sent that text, you didn’t get a reply. You snickered to yourself and tossed your phone back down onto your bed, heading towards the bathroom to take a hot shower. You twisted the nob before pulling the handle out on the hot water setting, sighing in relief once the shower head began spraying, some droplets of water hitting your clothed shoulder. You took a pair of pajamas out from the closet in your room and rid your body of the dirty clothes you wore out.

You were about 5 minutes into your shower when your mother knocked on the door before opening it.

“You got a text, y/n. I was just in your room to lay out your laundry,” she placed your phone on the sink counter, exiting the bathroom. You stepped out with a sigh while patting your feet of excess water against the rug, prior to grabbing your phone and unlocking it.

Your hand flung up to cover your mouth as your eyes laid upon the image Jungkook had sent you.

It was Taehyung. Except, his normally beautiful side profile was littered in cuts and bruises. Blood trailed down his busted lip in a thin line, on the bridge of his nose there was a visible slit that looked like it had been obviously wiped away at, as there had been dried, dark brown blood crusted around it, and underneath his eye looked swollen and almost shut closed - you knew it would form a bruise later.

The thing is, in the picture, he was casually sitting down on a textured brown cotton couch - the same one you remembered you gave Jungkook a handjob on - with his arms leaning behind the couch, and it even looked as if he was smiling while most likely staring off into a TV, as some sort of light source lit up his usually tanned skin.

You tore your eyes away from the picture shortly after, deleting it from the messages so you wouldn’t gaze upon it again. Did Jungkook do that himself? How fucking angry could he have managed to get from knowing you had sex with Taehyung?

Instead of replying to Jungkook’s vile photo, you texted Taehyung instead.

You @ 8:33PM: tae! what did jungkook do to you??

You had gotten a reply almost immediately.

Taehyungie ♥ @ 8:33PM: Jimin snaked on you to him about us

Taehyungie ♥ @ 8:34PM: Kook got pissed but it’s all good now. Why?

You let out a scoff in disbelief and quickly typed out a message in response so you could hurry with your shower.

You @ 8:34PM: because he just sent me a pic of what happened and i was worried is all. but dont you think thats .. idk fucked up?

Taehyungie ♥ @ 8:34PM: I’m not the only one who got fucked up 😂  But he’s just mad about us so he needs to deal w it you know

'Us’? Did Taehyung think he and you were exclusive now? Your eyebrow quirked and you let out a short snicker, setting your phone back down on the counter so you could hurry and finish washing off, leaving Taehyung on read.

After you got out, you simply agreed with him and told him you were heading to bed as an attempt to quickly cut off the conversation. You couldn’t help but think that Taehyung was starting to develop a crush on you. I mean - you HAD been the one to take his virginity away, and smoothly at that.

And you were right. As soon as you left, all he could think about was you. The thing is, Taehyung knew about you already and he knew you messed with Jungkook, his friend; but he couldn’t help but see the good in you. He thought that maybe, he could be the one to change you if you bonded enough because you already shared the same interests. Oh, the poor boy.

That doesn’t mean Jungkook didn’t warn him either. ‘She’ll use you, all she’s good for is sleeping around!’ he hissed. ‘Whatever, I don’t care. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.’

And Jungkook told the rest of his friends, too. But the difference when it came to boys and girls was that boys never cared, since they obviously weren’t the ones who would get hurt - right?

Once Monday came, you trudged through the school corridors in boredom, gently flicking the hair that fell out of your neat ponytail from your face.

Heads all shot towards your direction, but you ignored them as you already knew what they were probably wondering. ‘Where’s Yugyeom, y/n?’ you inwardly mocked them bitterly at the thought. You already knew where he was, though; you saw him right before you entered the school building, feeling up a girl you knew as Irene against the stairs’ railing in front of the entrance doors. You couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous, pretty much forgetting how you slept with Taehyung as the image of a naked Yugyeom raided your mind.

You were so lost in your thoughts, that you didn’t even notice you bumped straight into Taehyung’s firm back.

“Oh, sorr-” you started, pausing once he turned around and made eye contact with you. Great, just what you needed.

He was standing with his friends, two of them who you recognized as Hoseok and, surprise surprise, Jimin himself. The others you had seen before but didn’t know their names. He wore a band aid over his nose bridge and his eye looked slightly less swollen, but there was still a bit of crusted, dry blood that built up in the slit on his bottom lip where you assumed Jungkook struck him.

“Oh, hey y/n,” he smiled warmly. You could feel Jimin’s eyes burning holes in your face as he stared at you and Taehyung, most likely waiting for you to fuck up over your words.

With all your might, you managed to pull a bright smile while staring up at him bashfully and pulled him in for a hug. His grip on your smaller figure tightened the longer you held him, and you peaked a glance at Jimin, whose glare still pierced through your soul. You gave him a small smirk and a wink, quickly before pulling away from Taehyung’s warm chest. You pretended as if you hadn’t just been eyeing up Jimin’s aggressive frame as you made small talk with Taehyung instead.

“How are you? Aish, Jungkook really did a number on your face..” you murmured quietly as you stroked his cheek. “It’s a shame, but I’d be lying if I said you still didn’t look as hot as ever.”

He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, shoulders heaving gently as a chuckle erupted from his chest. “He’s got it worse than I did. Fucker shouldn’t have started it,” he pouted.

“Yah-!” Jimin snapped, causing Taehyung to avert his attention to the boy who obviously wanted nothing but to get away from your presence. “Class starts in a few minutes. Let’s go, I’m not gonna be late again,” his eyes rolled.

“Ah- go on then,” Taehyung swatted him away. “Y/n, wanna catch up or something at lunch?”

Jimin just scoffed before he and the rest of his friends headed off towards their separate classes, Hoseok following after him casually.

“Hmm,” you pretended to ponder for a moment, grabbing your chin. “Yes!”

Taehyung grinned and his eyes squinted upwards for a moment before he nodded. “Alright then! I’ll see you later,” he exhaled before leaning down and brushing his lips against your cheek. He saluted you playfully as he walked backwards, heading off towards his classes.

You and Taehyung sat at the table you normally sat at. He hadn’t even bothered passing his usual table where the rest of his friends were.

He also had asked you the question you were basically dreading the most: ‘What are we?’

Oh, how you’ve heard that one far too many times for your liking.

But, it was at that moment that you knew this could go either two ways. So you chose the option that sounded more pleasing to you.

“What do you want us to be?”

“I don’t know, y/n.. I really like you; I don’t wanna sound controlling, but if you just plan on fucking around then I don’t think we can do this anymore you know?”

You set your water bottle down, leaning your elbows against the table. Looking him straight in his feline-like hooded eyes that almost seemed to mask his entire face from any emotion; you lied.

“Then I won’t.”

For the next few days, you and Taehyung hung out publicly, causing a suspicion to raise within the “community” of your fellow schoolmates. Jungkook, surprisingly, hadn’t uttered a single word to you since the night he texted you, and you weren’t sure if you were grateful or in denial. Jimin had also laid off of you (although he was never really on, considering he just passed on what you willingly informed him to Jungkook) but that never stopped the dirty stares you’d get from him in the halls.

Then came Thursday, the night of Hoseok’s party.

You were dressed casually in a mid thigh length black skirt and a white short sleeve turtle neck, deciding not to overdo it today. Your parents weren’t home; your father was working overnight and your mom went out of town to visit distant relatives, leaving you all alone for the night.

Hoseok’s parties were wild. He wasn’t voted, quote unquote, “most likely to die of kidney failure” by his classmates without a reason. Hennessy? He had it. Cocaine? He had it. Roofies?.. no one officially knows, but we’ll assume he had those too.

Despite what someone would normally assume for a guy who spent his entire high school year partying, his house wasn’t anything huge or fancy. Two stories with a front lawn, a backyard with a built-in pool, and, for whatever deemed necessary, a hot tub that looked as if it hadn’t been touched in years, sitting in the corner by a tree collecting dust.

As soon as you entered, Hoseok greeted you with a toothy, lopsided grin. He stumbled multiple times and you assumed he had already been shitfaced and high off of whatever drug he bought last week.

You greeted him and he ushered you off to the kitchen, demanding you take shots or else he’d “kick you out,” although you already knew he wouldn’t be able to do it himself from how much he stumbled and tripped over his own feet.

The thing you liked about Hoseok was that he was a rather chill guy. He, himself, was very much into casual flings and he never greeted you with a single grain of salt - it was almost as if he genuinely didn’t care what anyone said about you, let alone what you’d do with others. Even though you weren’t close enough to consider yourself friends, you’d like to think you were “close acquaintances.”

You took the shot glass from his hand and chuckled - everyone around the island table in the kitchen cheered you on, fists raising and lowering in the air as they chanted your name.

“Why are you guys so excited? It’s just a shot~” you teased as you dipped your head back, pouring the yellow-tinted liquid down your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a forceful cough as the alcohol burned your throat, resulting in Hoseok’s grainy laughter to fill your ears as he patted you on the back.

“O-oh, look at y/n!” he hiccuped while praising you. You chuckled mid cough and exhaled, setting down the shot glass back on the island counter before scratching the back of your neck, eyes wandering out of the cutout windowed area that separated the kitchen and led your view to the living room where many other students stood, bobbing their heads and dancing wildly to the music.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom to freshen up,” you gently swatted Hoseok away, not paying any attention to him in his drunken state behind you while he kept shouting about shots as you exited the kitchen and made your way up the stairs on the right side of the house. You’d gone over to his house tons of times for his parties, so you practically knew where everything and each room was. But, as you absentmindedly slammed the door to the bathroom opened, you had to double take at the scene in front of you.

There stood - or to put it properly, hunched - Jungkook and Jimin over the sink counter, both with a dollar bill rolled up in their hands and a thin, white line of cocaine spread out over a black card. Taehyung was right when he said Jungkook got it worse than him - he had dark purple bruises underneath both of his eyes, a huge band aid covered a gash on the left side of his forehead right below his hairline Jungkook jumped up upon hearing your presence and Jimin did the same, letting out a string of curses as his face scrunched up and he pinched his nose.

“Y/n?”

“Jungkook?”

You both called out each others name simultaneously, too awestricken to move from your positions.

“What the fuck, y/n!? Get out,” hissed Jimin as he made his way towards you, firmly gripping your wrist and yanked your hand off of the doorknob forcefully. You were still frozen in place, and a look of distraught washed over Jungkook’s paled features as he fidgeted in place.

He knew what you were about to ask, and as you opened your mouth to speak, he shut his eyes tightly, hoping everything would disappear and it was all a dream. “Isn’t your dad a cop, Kook?”

“Y/n, that’s enough,” Jimin warned you, letting go of your wrist. He tried to shove you out of the doorway but you wouldn’t budge. Instead, you walked past him further into the bathroom and shut the door yourself, still preoccupied with Jungkook. With folded arms, you cocked your head to the side and tapped your foot against the tile flooring, waiting for an explanation.

“So fucking what?” he muttered weakly. With a sigh, he pushed back the black card further towards the mirror and tossed the dollar into the sink, rubbing his frown lines intently.

“Couldn’t you get into deep shit if he ever found out? I mean, screw the weed and alcohol. This is cocaine we’re talking about!”

He rolled his eyes. “And why the fuck do you care? Just fuck off, will you?”

“Hoseok? You get it from him?” you ignored his question.

“No.” he scoffed. “Who do you think he gets it from, dumbass?” Jungkook’s eyes widened as he realized he accidentally outed himself to you.

“You’re telling me.. you sell drugs? You, as in Jeon Jungkook?” you slowly questioned in disbelief.

“I swear to God if you tell anyone y/n-”

“You’ll do what?” you cut him off. “You don’t know a thing about me. What you do know, so does everyone else.” you shrugged.

He exhaled deeply, shifting his weight to his other foot. “Fine. What do you want then?”

“I want a line, too!”

You hadn’t remembered that Jimin was still in the bathroom until the door creaked open and a giggly girl stumbled in with a boy, slightly taller than her with his hands attached to her waist. Her eyes found your annoyed ones and upon seeing all three of your presences, she blushed profusely and apologized, slamming the door shut behind her and the boy as they left.

Jungkook’s attention reverted back to you and he scoffed in disbelief. “What? Why, so you can rat me out when you get caught high off your fucking mind? No thanks.”

“Jungkook, I’m pretty sure I can handle one little line of fucking coke. Try me,” you smirked.

“Alright then. But when you get caught doing some dumb shit, don’t come running to me.”

He pulled out a small ziploc baggy from his back pocket and emptied the remaining containments onto the black card, and using a razor you hadn’t noticed on the counter before, he began scraping at and separating the coke into three thin lines.

“Just use-just use the dollar in the sink,” he pointed out, wiping his nose on the back of his hand a few times. You nodded and bent your head down to line it up with the drug, taking a deep breath before inhaling sharply.

Once it passed through your nose, you immediately began coughing and rubbing your nostrils frantically, displeased with the foreign feeling and Jimin laughed at you, pushing you over gently so he could snort a line of his own. He obviously took it way better than you did, giving off the impression he had done this many times before, which honestly worried you. Not only for Jimin, but Jungkook as well. They may have both hated your guts, but you weren’t so horrible that you didn’t feel a bit uneasy for them once you caught them red handed.

Jimin let out a sigh in relief and kicked his head back while he leaned against the counter. You backed out of the way as Jungkook replaced you in your spot, taking the dollar from between your fingertips and inhaled the rest of the cocaine. He leaned his elbows against the counter silently.

“Fuck..” you muttered lowly, sliding down the wall in regret as you attempted to calm your nerves. You rubbed your head quietly, peaking up at the two boys in front of you who were still standing at the sink, as silent as could be. Jimin grabbed out a thin flask from his back pocket, sparking an interest inside of you as he opened it and poured the contaminants down his throat.

“You’re not gonna drink what Hoseok brought?” you frowned, curling your knees up to your chest as you watched him. His gaze snapped towards you, except he paused and did a double take, eyes trailing down much farther from where your own were. A smirk reached his lips before he took another sip from his flask, shaking his head no.

“Why would I drink that shit? I don’t have a death wish just yet.”

You scoffed in amusement sarcastically. “Gotta agree with you on that one!”

“I’m gonna head downstairs real quick,” Jungkook stretched. “you need anything?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Jimin rubbed the back of his neck mischievously. Jungkook nodded and headed out of the bathroom, leaving just the two of you alone.

Jimin watched as his taller friend shut the door and cleared his throat. “By the way, nice panties.”

“Wha-” you mumbled in confusion, only to look down and realize you were still wearing a skirt. Your eyes widened and you laid your legs down by your side, before laughing it off casually. “Thanks - I wore them specially for this occasion, you know.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did.”

“Good then I guess?”

“How’s Taehyung?”

Your breath hitched your throat, failing to go unnoticed by Jimin. ‘Stay calm,’ you reminded yourself.

“He’s doing great. Why can’t you ask him yourself?”

“I’d assume his girlfriend of all people would know.. I mean, he hasn’t been spending that much time with us anymore.” he shrugged, tossing his now empty flask onto the counter. He knew exactly what he was doing - and you say this in confidence - but you weren’t going to let him get underneath your skin.

“Girlfriend?” you cocked a brow. “Is that what he told you?”

Jimin nodded.

“Well, that’s odd, because he never mentioned we were dating.. To me.”

“Don’t you like him, though?”

You rolled your eyes at his seemingly innocent question. “I don’t, and never will, like anybody.” you quoted “like.”

“Then why are you with him?” by now, you could tell he was just trying to get something out of you.

“Tae’s a cool guy,” you shrugged. “why do you care so much?”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed. He walked over to you, blocking your view from the mirror where you stood.

“Because, if you do any shady shit, I’ll have your neck on the roof of my fucking car.”

It was your turn for your eyes to narrow. “What's with all the threats from you guys? Calm the fuck down, it’s not like I’m gonna murder him!”

“Just watch what you fucking do!” he hissed.

A smirk grew on your lips. “You mean like this?” you reached your hand out to grab hold of his crotch.

His breath hitched his throat and his eyes widened as he stared down at you in disbelief, unable to form a proper sentence, mouth opening and shutting like a fish out of water.

“W-what're you-”

Your grip tightened and he winced, still staring directly at you with his wide, chocolate brown orbs. He could act tough all he wanted, but every man had a weakness - it laid limp in their jeans.

“Tell me Jimin,” you leaned in, your lips grazing his ear gently as you whispered, “do you think it’s easy for boys to resist?”

You rubbed circles over his clothed crotch, enjoying the way his breathing patterns became ragged with pleasure. His voice was quiet, almost like he was in denial as he barely audibly whispered out, “Just stop, y/n..”

“Okay, I’ll stop,” you complied, removing your hand. “but are you sure that’s what you want right now?”

There was no doubt he began getting hard from your simple, firm touches. Maybe it was the drugs and the alcohol in his system that lead him to crumble at your feet.

“Fuck - but I can’t do this to Taehyung-”

“Don’t worry about him." you silenced him, pressing your soft lips to his wet, supple ones. He tasted of alcohol; leading you to deepen the kiss as your ran your tongue over his bottom lip, savoring the way it slightly burned your muscle.

Jimin’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist and he lifted you up, causing you to yelp slightly in shock, relaxing once your felt him set you down the counter where the sink was. His lips moved in sync with yours and his arms were now wrapped underneath each thigh, tugging you closer to him as your skirt hitched up between the cold marble and your skin.

He pressed his crotch tightly to yours and you let out a moan once your lips separated, wrapping your legs around him loosely, head kicked back while his tongue and lips sloppily glided across your jaw. He tugged your shirt off of your head rather quickly, leaving you in your black lacy push up bra, and he began attacking your neck with lazy kisses and gentle pokes of his tongue. Your left hand made its way to his soft brown hair, firmly gripping at the roots and he let out a guttural moan against your skin, earning a wave of pleasure to shoot straight down to your core.

“Fuck-! Jimin, I need you,” you whined, your right hand running up your side to firmly cup your breast.

“Just wait, kitten,” he murmured, mouth never leaving your neck. The way his tongue managed to send waves of heat over your body in contrast to the ice cold bathroom you made out in gave off an almost surreal experience.

Then, the door opened.

“You guys still-what the fuck?” Jungkook yelled, strutting over to Jimin to yank him off of you. You gasped in shock and scurried to tug your shirt back over your head, hopping off of the counter.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” he scowled, aimed at no one in particular. 

“Fuck..” you heard Jimin mutter, realization finally hitting him.

“Jungkook-” you started, only to get cut off by the fuming boy.

“No, what the fuck is this? Aren’t you with Taehyung?”

“Do-”

“No, I’m fucking telling him this shit. I knew it would happen, but this fucking fast? Jesus Christ, y/n!”

“And you,” Jungkook spat, pointing over at Jimin who held his head in his hands, refusing to meet anybody’s stare. “weren’t you preaching about this shit more than I was? The hell, Jimin?”

“It was a mistake, alright?” Jimin snapped, throwing his hands in the air.

“Tell him Jungkook, I dare you. Go on! But don’t be surprised if a little secret of your own gets spilled along the way.” you crossed your arms, watching as their heads snapped towards you in shock.

“What?” they both mumbled, disbelief written all over their faces.

“You’re literally cheating on Taehyung behind is back, and you think that’s the equivalent to selling drugs?” Jungkook’s voice lowered. 

You felt guilty as soon as the words left your mouth, but there was no backtracking now. You were 100% sure that Jeon Jungkook officially, with his entire being, hated your guts.

You let out a frustrated sigh, gripping at your hair tightly as you thought of what to say.

“Just do whatever the fuck you want, Jungkook. I’m out.”

And with that, you left the party, not sparing the two a final glance as they watched your figure disappear down the stairs.