#dw they are both SOBER at the time of action~

[scorpioaqua]

bbrae week 2022 | day three | formal/ballroom

title: dancing in the dark rating: M/Mature word count: 5,410 ao3 | ffn

SUMMARY:  Of all the things not to do at your friends’ engagement party, Raven figured hooking up with your other friend in a broom closet was probably near the top of the list.

**IMPORTANT NOTE** - Today’s submission features mature content. Please do not click the read more if you are uncomfortable with sexual content. If you are okay with it being referenced but would prefer a lack of detail, you can stop reading where Gar says “I’m game” and resume reading where he says “So...how about that?” for a sort of fade-to-black effect. 

The characters are, of course, aged-up.

It was becoming exceedingly difficult to catch him alone. Not that that had been Raven's plan for the night – her strategy, for the past six months at least, had been strictly avoidance. They were still friends, she thought. They were definitely still teammates. They got the job done and done well enough that – despite all his skeptical glances in their direction – Dick had never pulled them aside for mediation. She didn't hate Gar. And she knew from the pangs of embarrassment that rolled off him whenever she was near that he didn't hate her either.

But what did that count for? It was easy not to hate someone. Everything else was much cloudier.

Right now, she was watching him from a dark corner of the hotel ballroom Dick and Kori (or, rather, one Mr. Wayne) had rented for their engagement shower. In the years that followed what the Titans had reverently termed “the Terra situation,” Gar had thrown himself headlong into philanthropy. It was the only thing that gave his life meaning, by his own admission. The rest of the team had to make a pretty concerted effort to pretend that this pronouncement hadn't stung – wasn't the power of friendship good enough anymore? – but Raven saw through it. It was challenging to hide these sorts of things from an empath. He loved them all very much. He loved her–

But she couldn’t think about that now.        

At the present moment his reputation for community service found him surrounded by a gaggle of beautiful women who were competing with one another for his attention. Azar, who were these people? If they'd scored an invite to a private soiree in honor of the Boy Wonder, they had to be personalities of some sort. Journalists? Artists? Models, probably. Raven suppressed a snort. Go figure; Gar attracted bombshells everywhere he turned.

She cringed at herself, her grip on her champagne flute tightening. Just because these women were confident and outgoing enough to flirt openly with the man she’d fumbled didn't mean they were worthy of her disdain.

      It also didn't mean she had to like watching it.

      The cocktail waitress swung by as if on cue, prompting Raven to pluck a new flute from the tray. She felt absurd doing it. She'd seen this sort of thing in films, but it felt comically out-of-place here in Jump City. This whole ordeal was ridiculously lavish.

      "Cheers," she slurred to herself, "to glass number whatever."

      It was probably a good time to admit to herself that she was getting drunk.

      She scanned the room quickly: black-tiled floor and walls; a disco-ball right out of MTV's My Super Sweet Sixteen; not one open bar, but three, on top of the circulating cocktail servers; a live band that wasn't really encouraging anyone to dance but wasn't exactly keeping everyone glued to their seats, either; and, at the center of it all, Dick, his arm wrapped protectively around Kori's waist, her slinky pink dress glittering beneath the disco light, the two of them smiling into one another's faces as though nothing else mattered.

She felt a pang of affection for her friends and a stab of something else, too. She couldn't delve into that just yet. And, god, how was her glass already empty…?

Regretfully, she emerged from her dark corner and traversed the pulsing crowd in search of another drink. She found Vic, instead, crashing absentmindedly into his hulking metal form.

"Ow," she proclaimed, rubbing her forehead where it had collided with his robotic arm. "Watch where you're going, Tin Man." She scowled up at him, but a small smile tinged her features.

"I beg your pardon, Your Creepiness," Victor teased in return. He paused to take in the sight of her, hiccupping and stumbling, routinely adjusting the slipping neckline of the dress she hadn't cared enough to have tailored. Vic grinned. "My god, Rae, are you wasted?"

"Mind your business," she said flatly, edging past him into the crowd, trying to locate the nearest bar. "Not a good idea, Raven!" the cyborg called after her, and she wanted to laugh at the absurdity of Victor talking her down from ordering another drink. Garfield being the cool and collected one chatting up Nobel laureates (or something), while she was the hot mess on the brink of vomiting. Life was cruel. And hilarious.

But the sober part of her brain knew Vic was right, and by the time she reached the bar, she had somehow gained enough clarity to ask for "Just a water, please." As she gulped down one glass, then another, she challenged herself to keep her gaze trained on the bar-top, her fingernails, the floor – anywhere but in his direction. A bustling party certainly wasn't the ideal setting for meditation, but she'd do what she had to do.

The night waned around her. As guilty as she may have felt for not participating in the festivities more actively, she’d have felt even more guilty if she made a drunken spectacle of herself on Kori’s special night – so sobering up it was.

When she was sober enough to watch the strobe lights without reeling, she rose from the table and began searching the crowd. There. In his understated white button-down/grey trouser combo. Alone, somehow. Staring down at his cellphone in what he probably hoped was a preoccupied way but really just came off as bored and desperate. Had his adoring fans tired of him when they realized his primary interests were video games, comic books, and tofu-based recipes? No matter. He was wide open now. She was going in.

She sidled up to him as casually as she could manage, immediately cursing herself for not bringing a drink along, if only for decorative purposes. Her hands were painfully idle. She didn't know if he'd even noticed her arrival at first, but then he put his phone away and sighed.

"How is it only ten o’clock?" he mused aloud – not necessarily directed at her, but as good an opening as she was going to get.

"How indeed," she replied in what she hoped was as Raven-y a voice as possible. God, how effortlessly he disarmed her.

He glanced over at her then. He was smirking, but it was missing much of his usual mirth. Such were many of their interactions these days.

"What," he said, "you mean to tell me you haven't been having a good time tonight, Raven?"

Something about his expression told her he'd borne witness to her little bout of drunkenness. She flushed.

"If I resort to drinking to survive a function, you know it's especially bad," she said sourly. But neither of them mentioned the real reason she'd been drinking, the truth that hung between them like an electric current.

"Come on," Gar managed to say mildly, "be a good sport for Dick and Kori," but it was hollow; there was nothing behind it. Everything that was being said between them in this moment existed somewhere in the space between words. All at once, Raven felt dizzy again. She steeled herself.

"Garfield," she said, but it was barely a whisper. "Gar," she tried again. His name was so heavy in her mouth. She couldn't stomach it, she couldn't breathe–

"Raven?" 

Garfield's hand on her shoulder, cool like stone. He was steadying her. She'd been swaying. She jolted back to life, took a step backward as though his touch would destroy her. It still might. She forced herself to meet his eyes, wide with concern.

"Can we talk?" she managed, hating how uncharacteristically desperate she sounded, hating how pivotal this moment was. She was metaphorically on her knees, and Gar was going to be the voice of reason, and she was disoriented by this role reversal; she felt as though her entire life had been swung on its axis.

Gar’s expression betrayed skepticism. "Rae,” he said quietly, "I…I don't know if now is really the best time. I mean, we're at our friends' engagement party. We should probably—"

"Please," she interrupted. "Just a talk. That's all I'm asking for."

He grimaced pensively, then shrugged. "Where?" he asked in surrender.

"The rooftop?" Raven suggested, then, thinking that might sound a bit too corny and romantic, "The sidewalk?"

But the rooftop was apparently off-limits, and the sidewalk was icy-slick and packed with people clamoring for an opportunity to speak with a Titan. As they hurriedly ducked back inside, Raven muttered, "You're too famous for your own good."

"I'm only as famous as the rest of you," Garfield replied.

"People like you better. They only know me as the demon-chick who almost caused the apocalypse."

He didn't respond to that, but she could sense his smile.

They made their way in silence down a long corridor, around a bend and then another, passing rooms with Do Not Disturb signs hanging on the knobs and piles of empty room-service trays. Raven was hoping they'd find a patio at the end, far away from the commotion of the party. She couldn't risk letting anyone else's emotions meddle with her mindset right now.

Gar cleared his throat. "Hey, uhh...Rae?"

She shot him a glance.

"I was just thinking, ah, we could've been...talking this whole time," he said, shrugging sheepishly.

Raven shook her head curtly. She needed to get him alone. She couldn't say what she needed to say unless they had privacy.

"Then...where–" Gar began.

Without thinking, Raven seized Gar's arm and phased through the closest door. When her portal disappeared, they were standing in a relatively spacious storage closet. It was filled with all the folding chairs and buffet tables that weren't currently in use for the Anders-Grayson affair. Azar, they're capable of hosting events bigger than a superhero engagement party? Remind me never to come here again.

Gar was staring at Raven somewhat warily. She levitated one of the folding chairs to the door, lodging the doorknob to prevent them from being interrupted, and waited for him to speak.

"Ooooo...kay," he said finally. "Raven, you're acting kind of weird. What's going on?"

She narrowed her eyes. "We're acting weird," she modified.

"Uh...what?"

She gestured vaguely between them. "We can hardly stand to be around one another anymore," she said, screwing her eyes closed against the sting of the words. "Ever since…"

He said nothing. Raven swallowed against the burgeoning lump in her throat but didn't reopen her eyes. "I was afraid, Gar. I'm still afraid, but I–”

"But you what?" he interrupted, his voice a hoarse whisper. There was a pregnant pause. Garfield snorted. "I gotta say, Raven, your timing really couldn't be worse."

"I know," she said. She dropped her hands to her sides, flexing them as though preparing for a fight – one she knew she couldn't win. Nonetheless, she looked at him pleadingly. "Do you think I don't know that?" She swallowed again. "I'm suffocating here tonight."

"I don't know what you want me to do about that," Garfield said bitterly. She hadn't heard this tone of voice from him in a long time. It was almost, almost comical that their roles were so subverted: here she was baring her heart to him, searching for any emotion besides anger and hurt behind his stony expression. But really it wasn’t funny at all.

"Hear me out," she said.

"I'm waiting." Garfield splayed his hands. Exasperated, he took a seat atop a nearby box. Raven suddenly felt something akin to stage fright. She took in a shuddering breath and began.

"Months ago, you came to me. You wanted to talk. We were close, then. Closer than we'd ever been before. Nearing inseparable. And then you told me–"

"I remember," Gar interjected. "I'm not as simple as you seem to think."

"I don't think you're simple," she replied earnestly. She gathered her thoughts. "I don't know what I was expecting that night on our walk, Gar. Anything but what I got."

"Sorry for the inconvenience."

"Yes, me too. I mean…" Raven's gut twisted in protest. "When you told me you loved me, I panicked. Not because I didn't already know it–" Gar's eyes flashed up at this, “but because I thought...maybe I'd read you wrong. Or...or that maybe you were mistaken about your feelings. That it'd pass. Or that...maybe you'd know better than to want to get involved with someone like me."

"We were already kind of involved, Rae," Gar retorted, but she could see his stony resolve slipping. 

"Yes," Raven whispered. She remembered, against her will, those moments they toed the line: brushing hands, sharing food, divulging secrets. When she'd known he loved her, and at the same time, was sure it was a lie. When she, to sate her own curiosity, began giving away little pieces of herself to him. That night before the last night, when they’d wound up tangled up in her sheets, when she’d woken and he was still there, drooling on her pillow. When he finally looked her in the eyes and told her plainly, and the world came crashing down around her because she understood. She understood that she loved him too, that she'd pressed too far, and she couldn't set things right anymore.

At that time, she hadn't realized that right was wherever they were together.

Garfield regarded her semi-quizzically. "What are you getting at, Raven?"

Raven’s self-control had been commendable in recent years. She no longer disrupted her environment at the slightest annoyance. She could smile or laugh along at a joke without any lightbulbs bursting overhead. But, as the room began trembling around the two of them, it occurred to her that she was not — could not possibly have been – prepared for this moment.

She stared back at him through a film of tears. “What do you think I’m getting at?”

“I’m not an empath or a mind-reader, Rae,” Gar answered, but his voice was shaky, too, and the words were not as barbed as they might have been.

Raven maintained eye contact as she nodded. “You’re going to make me say it.”

“I think I’m owed that much,” Gar replied, rising from his seat.

“Yes,” Raven conceded. She wiped at her eyes with the heels of her hands, then steeled herself. Gar took a tentative step forward. Raven met his gaze. “I love you, Gar.” Her heart leapt into her throat; she pressed onward. “I do. I love you. And I have loved you for a very, very long time, and I am sorry that I could not be honest with you…or with myself, sooner.” 

The trembling around them worsened. They both ignored it, Gar slowly closing the distance between them as Raven continued.

“I loved you when the world was ending,” she breathed. “I loved you when your heart was breaking. I loved you that stupid night and every night since and I love you…now. I love you right n–”

A few crates caved under the weight of Raven’s magic as Gar pressed his lips to hers, one hand on each side of her face. He broke away momentarily. “Don’t lie to me.” Another kiss. “Tell me you mean it, Rae. Please.”

“I mean it,” she swore. “I promise, I promise, I mean it.” Her tears were overflowing. Overhead, a dim lightbulb flickered threateningly.

“Shhhhhh,” Gar soothed as he shielded her head with one hand instinctively, “I believe you. Okay, okay.”

“Kiss me again,” she pleaded.

Gar pressed his forehead to hers, smiling slightly. “Can you handle it?” he asked.

“If you love me too and everything is okay then yes, yes I can handle it,” Raven said in a matter-of-fact tone, some of her usual resolve returning to her voice. As if to prove it, she closed her eyes and inhaled sharply, waiting until the clattering objects had settled around them before she exhaled. “See? I’m in control.”

“Yes, love,” Gar answered, stroking her cheek with one thumb. Without waiting for her reply, he dipped his head down again, kissing her tenderly at first, then with more urgency. Raven felt herself melting, stifling a moan as Gar moved to kiss the corner of her mouth, then her jawline, then her neck.

“Let’s go find a room,” she whispered. “They can’t be using all of them.”

Gar froze, pulling back to look at her. “A room?”

“Yes,” Raven said, suddenly self-conscious. “I just thought…I mean, I…want you.”

Gar chuckled huskily. “Raven, baby, I want you, too. Believe me,” he assured her, clasping her waist tightly. “It just doesn’t seem appropriate. Tonight’s about Dick and Kori, remember? Plus, your emotions are high right now. I don’t want you to rush into anything–”

“I’ve waited six months,” Raven interrupted, pulling him closer to her. “There’s nothing rushed about it.”

Gar hesitated. “I don’t know, Rae,” he demurred. “It still doesn’t seem fair. It’s an engagement party.”

“Thanks, I got that the first couple of times,” Raven said sarcastically, and for a moment they were their old selves again – she rolling her hooded violet eyes, he grinning that sharp-toothed grin in response. “And this is Dick and Kori we’re talking about. They’re probably sneaking out to feel each other up in the backseat of a car as we speak.”

Gar’s brows lifted in appraisal. “You make a fine point,” he said. “But in that scenario, they’ve got a car. There’s not really an inconspicuous way for two superheroes like ourselves to book a hotel room on a night like tonight.”

Raven’s brow furrowed. “Damn.”

Gar chuckled again and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s okay, beautiful,” he whispered to her. “When I get you home tonight, we’ll have all the time in the–”

         “No.” Raven’s fingers found his belt buckle, and Gar’s eyes widened slightly.

         “What do you mean, no?” he replied, but he made no move to remove her hand.

         “I mean I can’t wait that long,” she said. She began undoing the belt as she spoke, feeling his desire wash over her in waves. “So either you can take me right here…” Gar moaned under his breath. “...and we can go back out there when we’re finished and be the Boy Scouts you think we should be. Or,” she finished undoing his belt and discarded it in a wash of black energy, “we can go home, right now, so you can fuck me on your bed like you so clearly want to, and we’ll forever be known as the two assholes who ditched their friends’ entire engagement shower to go have sex.”

         When Gar had recovered enough to speak, he said, “You drive a hard bargain, Raven.” He reached out gently, then quickly pressed her up against the nearest wall. “I’m game,” he breathed before their lips connected and he hoisted her up to straddle him.

         Raven dug her nails into Gar’s shoulders as their tongues met. His own hands were helping him to hold her up by her thighs, one gradually creeping up to fondle her ass. He began kneading the soft skin there, prompting Raven’s hips to buck involuntarily. As he broke away to devote his attention to the pale expanse of her throat, Raven bit her lip and tried her damndest to keep up her side of the bargain; another exploding piece of furniture or light fixture might feasibly ruin the moment.

         Gar wasn’t making her job easy, though. The kisses he peppered her neck and collarbone with soon became fervent, and she yelped as he took her skin between his teeth, biting down gently.

         “Yes,” she said, and it was more than an affirmation – it was a plea.

         Gar grunted in response, reaching up to paw at the straps of Raven’s little black dress. She was braless, and as the dress slid down to reveal her pretty pale breasts, Gar could scarcely suppress his wonder. He laid his free hand gently on her waist and pressed his groin into hers to prevent her from sliding down the wall, then leaned forward to capture her rosebud nipple in his mouth. Raven moaned, twisting the fingers of one hand into his mess of tousled green hair as he teased her with his tongue. Gar shifted his attention to her other breast, relishing in Raven’s little noises of approval.

         Then, abruptly, he dropped to his knees, resting Raven’s thighs on his shoulders and cupping her ass with both hands; she remained propped in the air, her back flush against the wall. Gar tore her underwear away with his teeth, a bit animalistically (though, to his credit, they were flimsy to begin with). “Oh,” Raven said softly as she felt his lips nearing her.

His eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, flicked upward to meet her gaze. “Problem?” he teased.

“No,” Raven managed, but the truth was that – even the last time (the only time) they had hooked up – they hadn’t done this. She didn’t trust herself not to fall apart in the process. Gar raised his brows, and she could tell he was smirking even though his mouth was partially obscured. “I’ve never done this,” she admitted. “I really want it.”

“I should’ve done it last time,” Gar said, sounding sincerely apologetic. Then, without further warning, he reached out and pressed his tongue flat against her, dragging it slowly, tantalizingly upwards. When he reached her clit, he used the point of his tongue to circle it, and she nearly choked on the gasp trying to escape her throat. “Mmm,” Gar moaned against her, and he began passionately kissing her there, his tongue and lips enveloping her in warmth.

“Fuck!” she shouted, and instead of warning her to quiet down (which he probably should have done), Gar picked up his speed, sucking gently on her clit and licking her wildly in alternation. “God, Gar. God, Gar,” Raven panted, one hand bracing herself against the wall while the other tightened in his hair. His tongue began a rapid back-and-forth over her clit, and she hissed through her teeth as she began tapping the top of his head urgently. “Stop, you have to stop, I’m already close.”

Gar only laughed, the vibrations causing her eyes to roll back into her head. “I mean it,” she begged him. “I can’t finish now. I want you to – god! – I want you to fuck me. I want–”

“Let go,” he told her in a low tone. “I’ll still fuck you after. I’ll fuck you until you shake all over.”

Raven bit her lip to keep from crying out as Gar resumed his work in earnest. She felt several of the tables and chairs around them being enveloped by her magic, but that was, frankly, the least of her concerns. Using one hand to maintain her position, she clamped the other over her mouth, moaning freely into it as Gar’s tongue worked her ever closer to the edge.

Gar shifted down slightly, never breaking contact, then slid his tongue inside her, reaching up to tease her clit with his fingers. Raven writhed beneath him, feeling his tongue thrust in and out of her, and all she could think about was how badly she wanted him. Raven stifled a scream as Gar brought her to her first orgasm of the night, and the tables that had been struggling against her magic finally surrendered and clattered to the ground. Neither of them flinched.

“So,” Gar said finally, releasing Raven with a self-satisfied grin, “how about that?” 

Her feet were back on solid ground, but her legs were nearly too shaky to support her. “Yes,” she said weakly, one hand still on the wall to help stabilize herself.

Gar laughed, reaching out to touch her, but Raven stepped away. “No,” she said firmly.

“No?” Gar repeated, his tone colored by confusion.

“We made a mess, Garfield,” Raven said, a bit sullenly. For the first time, they turned to survey the damage – a few busted crates, a slew of toppled tables and chairs – and Gar shrugged.

“So we’ll clean it up like good citizens when we’re done,” he said, sliding a hand down to grip her thigh. “I’m not through with y–”

“They’re already coming to investigate the noise,” Raven cut him off, crossing her arms. “I can sense them. So it looks like part two will have to be postponed.” At the onset of Gar’s pout, Raven held up a hand to stop him. “Don’t give me that, Gar. I asked you to and you didn’t, so now you have to wait.”

Gar pulled back, his eyes wide but lit with humor. “So now your explodey powers are all my fault?”

“Well, they usually are,” Raven muttered.

Gar ignored this, reminding her, “You said you could handle it.” As he said this, he leaned forward to kiss her softly.

“I said I could handle…the usual,” she said after they broke away. “Not…whatever that was.”

“Are you saying you didn’t like it?” Gar challenged. “Because I think the evidence begs to differ.”

“Of course I liked it, you idi–”

They were interrupted by a metallic clank at the door. “Raven? You in there?” a voice called.

“It’s Vic,” Raven said, then, “Shit. Hotel staff I could’ve handled. Vic’s going to be much harder to lie to.”

“Let me handle Cy,” Gar said, making for the door, but Raven caught him by the elbow.

“Um…”

“What?” Gar demanded.

Raven shot him an exasperated look. “Your face smells like sex,” she said plainly. “You can’t just walk up to Cyborg and give a convincing excuse that way.” Victor knocked again. “Morph into something tiny and run to the nearest bathroom when I open the door,” Raven instructed Gar. Obligingly, he shifted into a fly and hovered near her in anticipation.

As she approached the door, Raven adjusted her crumpled dress, replacing the straps and quickly running her fingers through her hair to create what she hoped was a convincing, totally-not-bedhead sort of arrangement. When she opened the door, Vic’s back was to her, and Gar took the opening to escape down the corridor.

“Vic?” Raven said, and her teammate turned to face her, wearing a puzzled expression.

“Oh, Rae, there you are,” he said, peering behind her into the storage closet. “Uh…I don’t wanna pry, but is everything okay?”

Raven closed the door behind her, stepping out into the hallway. So much for her and Gar’s solemn vow to pick up after themselves. “Um…yes,” Raven said in reply to Vic. She knew she was probably flushed, and averted her gaze in embarrassment as she continued. “Why?”

“The front desk staff heard a loud crash from down here and when they came to check it out they saw…you know, all your creepy crawly dark magic seeping out from under the door,” Vic explained as gently as he could. “I told them I’d handle it. Just wanted to make sure you were good.”

Raven winced slightly. “Ugh, that’s embarrassing,” she managed finally. “Yes, I…I’m okay. Just a little…overwhelmed tonight.” She looked up at Victor. “And the alcohol didn’t help, I guess.”

Vic looked over his shoulder, then said in a conspiratorial tone, “This wouldn’t happen to be about BB, would it?”

Raven blanched but tried to maintain her composure. “Why would it be about Beast Boy?” she asked unconvincingly. She could feel the heat rising in her face and knew Victor could detect it, too. He wore a reluctantly smug expression.

“Uh huh,” he said. “I knew it.”

“You knew what?” Raven demanded. She desperately hoped she and Gar hadn’t been that obvious about it. Hell, when she’d pulled him aside to talk, it wasn’t even like her intentions had been sexual. She hadn’t even been sure he’d be receptive to her apology. Although, two people sneaking away from a collectively buzzed party into a hotel corridor wasn’t the most innocent-looking thing in the world to an outside observer…

“Y’all have been torn up about this for months,” Vic said, dragging her back to the present. “I mean, you’ve kept your guard up really well, I’ll give you that – and I only had BB’s side of the story, so I could only speculate about you…but I knew something was up.”

Raven paused. “Wait,” she said, “‘BB’s side of the story?’”

Vic had the decency to blush. “Well, yeah,” he said, “you know, the whole, ‘I confessed my undying love to Rae and she’s barely spoken to me since’ thing.” He offered a nervous laugh. “I’m sorry, I know it’s none of my business, but he was really devastated and that’s my best friend, you know? I gave him a shoulder to cry on, and I didn’t mean to pry beyond that, but I just thought…” He shrugged. “I’ve been watching you two. Not in a creepy way. Just…I’ve noticed you sneaking glances at one another. I’ve noticed how you never sit next to each other in the car or at the dinner table and you don’t even argue about it like you used to. It’s like y’all have a silent agreement to avoid each other.” He looked at her knowingly. “To push it down.”

Raven remained silent, then sighed, burying her face in her hands. “And here I thought I was aloof and mysterious,” she mumbled.

Vic chuckled, pulling her into a brotherly hug. “You mostly are,” he assured her. “If it hadn’t been for Gar spilling his own beans, I might never have put two and two together.”

Raven pulled back, looking up at Vic helplessly. “I love him,” she said. She’d already established as much with Gar directly, but it helped to say it out loud to someone else, someone who didn’t turn her to jelly when they looked at her.

Vic was nodding sagely. “I know, Rae,” he murmured. “And the cool part is he loves you right back.”

“It is cool,” she agreed quietly. “But…” She shook her head rapidly as if to clear her thoughts. “Am I bad for him?”

“You could never be bad for him,” Vic said, resting a large hand on her shoulder. “He takes you as you are, Rae. All of you. Even the complicated, demony parts.” They shared a small smile at this. “Just do the same for him. It’ll be okay. I promise.”

Raven smiled again. “I guess you’re right,” she conceded.

“So you’ll tell him how you feel?” Vic asked with childlike excitement. He looked about two seconds away from jumping for joy. Raven almost didn’t have the heart to break it to him.

“About that,” she said gingerly. Vic’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What if I told you that…I already have?” She shrunk back as though it would lessen the impact of her words.

Vic took a moment to process this. His gaze shifted back and forth between Raven and the closet behind her a couple times, and then, finally, landed on the blooming bruise nestled into the crook of her collarbone. “Oh, come on, Raven. Really?!”

Raven blushed once more. “Shut up Vic,” she muttered, trying to step around him.

“All this time I thought I was helping you deal with your twisty emotions, when you were actually just–”

“What’s going on, guys?” came a voice from the end of the hall. Vic and Raven turned to see Gar rounding the corner, looking as fresh as he had at the start of the evening.

“What’s going on,” Vic boomed as Gar drew closer, “is that I just found out y’all were canoodling in this storage closet–”

“Vic, keep it down!” Raven pleaded at the same time as Gar offered a sheepish, “Heh, so you heard about that, huh?”

Raven heaved an exasperated sigh. “I hadn’t admitted to anything,” she said sharply to Gar, “although I guess that’s what I get for keeping you around.”

Gar gazed adoringly at her, extending a hand. “Let’s get back to the party, shall we, angel?” He turned to Vic. “You coming, Big Guy?”

“Am I–” Vic floundered, gesturing wildly around him. “Are we just not gonna talk about this?”

“What’s there to talk about?” Gar called over his shoulder as he led Raven down the hall. “There is such a thing as TMI, you know, Vic.”

Vic sighed as Gar and Raven rounded the corner hand-in-hand, but couldn’t resist the affectionate smile that overcame him. Then, just as quickly, he was frowning again. “I…am going to soundproof both of their rooms,” he announced to no one in particular. “Yes, yes,” he affirmed as he made a beeline for the nearest bar.

[morallygreyyn]

I need part 3 of drunk Illumi or I will literally go insane.

PLS I NEED TO FUCK THE DRUNK ASSASSIN

an attachment pt. 3 (drunk!virgin!illumi x dom!reader)

description: you've finally managed to get your confession from illumi and now it was time to seal the deal by spending the night with him! luckily for you, you got the privilege of stealing his virginity! unlucky for you, illumi had new plans for the two of you the following morning...

authors note: lmaoooo i gotcha dw 😂👌🏻 illumi needs to be fucked so pls enjoy part 3 of drunk illumi! (I swear this is an actual series now ��😂)  alexa play streets by doja cat

warnings: smut, noncon (illumi is drunk, reader is sober), dom reader sub illumi dynamics, virgin illumi, this is 100% fucked up so please read at your own discretion though if you've made it this far then you probably know that lol

word count: 2.4k

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You knew the assassin was a virgin, that much was obvious and there was a part of you that delighted in being the one to snatch his virginity.

He was clawing at you, as if he was trying to come into contact with every inch of your skin. You were glad that the desperate, emotional side of Illumi was still present. The touch starved aspect of him was one you loved to cater to so when you both collapsed onto the bed in a mess of kisses and groping, you truly savoured it.

You tried stripping Illumi of his top first but he paused, confused at your actions. He didn’t speak, only looked at you with bewilderment. You wanted to laugh, of course he has never had someone remove his clothes before.

“Trust me.” You murmured in his ear, nibbling his lobe. Your hands glided down his chest and you began to remove the pesky article of clothing again. “It’ll feel really good.”

He didn’t stop you then and you successfully managed to free his torso. Running your fingers over the endless muscles, you kissed his neck, slowly making your way down to his chest. When your tongue found his nipple, Illumi jerked, very unfamiliar with the sensation.

You chucked and brought your face back up to his. Despite the sudden movement, the assassin seemed to be enjoying your ministrations. Half lidded eyes met yours and his lips parted in a haze of what you assumed was drunken pleasure. Your hands travelled further down and brushed against his abdomen.

“Would you like me to stop?” You asked, unsure if you’d be able to now that you had this beautiful man half naked before you.

“No.” He answered, causing you to grin. That’s when you started to pay attention to the lower half of his body. Meeting his lips once more, you began rubbing circles on his thighs, slowly working inwards. The closer you got to his sex, the heavier his breathing became.

“You like that?” You mumbled into his mouth, taking great pleasure in hearing him hum in response. You pulled back slightly to look at him and your breath caught in your throat. His long hair was all over the place, cheeks flushed, lips red and raw, and dark eyes hooded. He was exquisite.

Suddenly unable to hold back or restrain yourself any longer, you roughly kissed him, hand gliding to the growing tent in his pants. A small part of your brain jokingly laughed at the fact that this was probably the first time he’s ever gotten it up. Illumi was usually in perfect control of his body, however when he was drunk it was an entirely different story it seemed.

You were surprised that Illumi didn’t stop you when you undid the rest of his clothing, and even more surprised when he even helped you to remove it. You couldn’t help but glance down once he had seated himself back on the bed. Every single part of him was toned. His calves and thighs, while lithe, were incredibly muscular. 

And then there was his erection. Needless to say, you weren’t disappointed.

The Zoldyck assassin seemed to find it unfair that he was the only one without clothes, and pulled your top off in one swift movement. You started to laugh when he couldn’t undo the clasps of your bra but that was short lived when he got frustrated and decided to rip it off of your body instead.

“Hey! That was my favourite!” Your complaints fell on deaf ears as the boy before you was too focused on your newly exposed skin. Illumi paused, seemingly unsure of what to do next. He met your gaze, desperate eyes almost begging for help.

You would never get over the switch between regular and drunk Illumi, it was as if they were two different people.

Chuckling, you stood up and removed the rest of your clothing, taking delight in the way Illumi watched you.

Both of you were fully naked now, unable to tear your gaze away from each other. With wicked intentions, you prowled back to your crush and straddled his lap. His arms remained by his sides, as if he had no idea what to do with them. Deciding to help him, you grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips.

“Just relax.” You whispered to Illumi, your hand slowly pushing his chest down onto the bed. “I’m going to take really good care of you.” 

You picked up where you had left off on his chest. Kissing, sucking and nipping at the skin there.

Illumi’s hands flew to your hair once you reached his nipples. It seemed like he was capable of normal human responses after all. Lingering there as you were enjoying the subtle reactions out of him, you decided to go lower. Dragging your tongue down his chest, wetting the grove in between his abs. 

Then you reached his cock. You grinned, wondering what reactions you could get now. You started with a few small licks, then one long one from the base to the tip. Illumi’s breathing grew laboured, the hands in your hair gripping tighter as you brought him into your mouth. When you started bobbing, he started thrashing.

You didn’t think he would be one to make much noise, but you didn’t have to be a genius to see that he was clearly enjoying the expert work you were doing with your mouth and tongue. Quiet sighs left his lips and you watched intently, determined to savour every moment of this Illumi. 

You stopped when he started bucking his hips, feeling positively evil as you watched him reel back from the edge of his first orgasm.

“Why did you stop?” He panted ever so slightly, mixed with his emotionless tone which you found hilarious.

“Because I’m about to make you feel even better.” You smirked as you climbed on top of him, caging his body with your own. You reminisced about your first night together, thinking back to the time when you were in this exact position but instead not taking it any further. You captured his lips once more, realising how much of an attachment you have formed with Illumi. It scared you slightly, more than you care to admit. You didn’t think you had the capability left in you to disappear from his life, and him from yours.

You were suddenly brought back to the present when Illumi made a sound. A sound. It was somewhere between a sigh and a whine. It was quiet, almost inaudible, but it was a sound nonetheless.

Thinking that this had gone on long enough, you straddled his thighs once more, lining yourself up. You watched his eyes go wide and roll slightly as you slid down. His hips snapped up, overwhelmed with a pleasure that was so foreign to him. You ground down on him further, feeling him deep inside you. You paused for a moment, letting him adjust to the new sensation. Your signal to start moving came when his hips twitched, betraying his control to show you that he was desperate for friction. 

You wanted to make sure Illumi’s first time was enjoyable but that didn’t mean you couldn’t let yourself go a little. You rode your crush passionately, enjoying every single one of his little breathy whines. As powerful as he was outside of the bedroom, you knew Illumi wouldn’t last that long inside of you.

Usually you would like to drag it out, making your partner beg for release. However you took pity on the assassin and decided to make it feel as good as possible rather than make it last longer. You ground down everytime he thrusted, matching his feverish pace with your own. 

“You’re doing so well, Illumi.” You couldn’t hold back the praise even if you tried. “You’re amazing. So good.”

You were getting close and you could sense that Illumi was too. You fucked him fast and hard, already knowing that this would be what he would enjoy the most. His hands gripped the sheets and the sane part of you that wasn’t drunk on lust was worried for the structural integrity of your bed. His sounds grew louder and yours matched, you were very close now.

Bringing a hand to his nipple and your lips to his mouth, you gently squeezed on the bud as you met his tongue in an open mouth kiss. That did it. Illumi let out a series of fast pants, thrusting up vigorously as he reached his climax. You finished not long after him, his pace sending you over the edge. You clenched down on him, as you both came down from your highs. 

Through the haze of bliss, Illumi reached out to you. Sliding off of him, he pulled you into his arms, burying his face into your hair.

Huh, so Illumi had a cuddly drunk side to him too. You snuggled in, the two of you catching your breath.

“Did you enjoy that?”

The assassin answered with a hum, too far gone in his drunken high. A wave of tiredness from the night’s events crashed into you, leading you to close your eyes. It was much too warm and peaceful to fight the lull of sleep. You could feel Illumi’s breathing get deeper, signalling that he was also nodding off.

Bringing the blanket around the two, you settled back into his arms and let sleep wash over you, but not before you could return the confession. “I like you too, Illumi.”

The harsh glare of the sun roused you the following morning, and you mentally scolded yourself for not closing the curtains last night. Quickly realising that you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, you sighed and got up, careful not to wake the still sleeping Zoldyck. 

Pulling a robe over your naked body, you quietly left your room. When you entered your living area, you jumped out of your skin at the sight of Hisoka grinning at you. You shouldn’t have been surprised really, of course he was gonna be there so see how the night unfolded.

“I would ask,” You began, staring incredulously at the magician sprawled across your couch. “But I probably don’t want to know how you got in.”

“Best if you don’t ask.”

You nodded and headed into your kitchen to get a glass of much needed water. 

“Have fun last night?” Hisoka wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning a laugh from you when you came back.

“Taking an assassin’s virginity is a serious matter.” You playfully chided, wagging your finger as you sat beside him on the couch.

“So did you?”

“Oh absolutely. Best ride of my life.” You sipped your water, grinning from ear to ear. “I turned a boy into a man last night.”

Hisoka threw his head back in laughter, clapping his hands. “I must take some credit for the outcome.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Just then, the sound of your bedroom door creaking open cut off the conversation as both of you had turned to see the eldest Zoldyck sibling walk into the room.

“Morning.” Hisoka purred, a smug look donning his face. 

Illumi made a sound of acknowledgement before he leaned against the marble island that separated your kitchen and living area. His appearance and demeanour betrayed nothing of the previous night’s events, except for a couple of love bites that you could see peeking out from under his collar.

“Feel any different?” Hisoka decided to chime just as you had taken a drink, almost making you cough up water.

“Not really, but now I suppose I have to make a lot of plans with y/n.”

You looked at your somewhat lover, very confused. “What plans?”

“Our marriage plans.”

“Who’s getting married?” Your brain was struggling to grasp what he meant, and you decided now was the time to take another swig from your glass. A horrific decision. 

“We are.”

This time you did choke on your drink, liquid spraying all over your floor. 

“Married?” You spluttered, convinced Illumi had discovered the ability to crack a joke in the sudden loss of his virginity.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Why?”

“To further the Zoldyck line.”

“WHAT?”

Hisoka had started to cackle then.

“What?” Illumi had the audacity to seem confused.

“Married? Children? At least take me out to dinner first.” You could barely keep up with the conversation. “I like to be wined and dined before I tie the knot.” 

“Is it a proper proposal you’d like?”

“We haven’t even had a date!”

“That’s not important.”

Hisoka was still howling, pretending to wipe tears from his eyes. Or maybe he actually was, you were too stunned to pay close attention.

“Illumi, we just had sex. We didn’t make a blood pact.”

“With everything that happened last night, this is the next step.”

Ah, he was referring to his drunken confession that you prised out of him and returned.

“I think this is a bit of a leap.” You rubbed your temples, trying to grasp the assassin’s logic. Was this how things worked in his family? You fuck once and suddenly you’re discussing the guest list at your wedding?

You looked to Hisoka for some help. A stupid thing to try and do as you very quickly realised that he was enjoying this far too much to change it.

“Still want to take some credit, Hisoka?” You grumbled, throwing a banana from the fruit bowl at him to try and get him to stop laughing.

“Of course! My plans have resulted in you with a fiancee. If anything, I would say I’m the best wingman to have ever existed.”

“Ugh.” You groaned and put your head in your hands, trying to make sense of the situation you had now found yourself in. Perhaps this was your karma for getting someone drunk and then having sex with them. 

You could feel Illumi’s eyes on you, totally apathetic towards everything. You knew you could turn him down and suffer little consequences, but you also realised that everything between you and Illumi would be over. 

You didn’t think you could live with that.

Standing up, you brought your water over to the large window that overlooked the entire city. No one spoke as both of your friends were waiting for you to break the silence.

You paused to think, weighing your options. You had just been presented with the opportunity to join one of the most powerful families in the world, to marry the only boy you’ve ever had a serious crush on, and to create insanely strong child assassins. 

Were you stupid enough to turn that down? To turn down the only person who actually made you feel something?

“Illumi?”

“Yes?”

You took a sip of your glass, feeling the weight of both sets of eyes on you before you turned back around to face them. Mainly your soon to be intended. Locking eyes with Illumi, you raised your glass to him. “I’m expecting a proper proposal.”

[chuuya-centric]

down CATACLYSMICALLY 🤕

character: chuuya nakahara

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: gn afab reader, no pronouns used, alcohol mentions / use ? unorganized as FUCK — read at your own risk 🚶 these r also much longer than i originally intended 🤒🤕 they get kinda bad at the end bc im lazy asf and just wanted to be done with these im sorry yall LMAOO

↬he he i he he i i hhnhshgghfgg

↬lord please god passionate+romantic sex with this man is all i ask you for please ill never ask for anything ever again 🙏🙏🙏

↬now i would like to start this with a disclaimer by saying chuuya is usually vv rough and passionate and would manhandle your ass 😁🤞 however these hcs will be like 🧍 slow ................. and passionate ??? not gentle per se but just romantic amd uhm very much "love making" if u will 💯

↬sensual ?? i think ????

↬hhndhsgh ik we're all horny and just wanna be used like a ragdoll but please hear me out yall

↬emotional and passionate sex !!!!!!!!! this usually happens whenever chuuya gets drunk (bc i think he is a v emotional drunk, and if he's w his s/o i think he gets vv sentimental / touchy-feely

↬ofc if you say no or reject his advances he wont do anything other than cling to ur side but if u dont do anything to stop him you will 100% be in his bed by the end of the night 🔥🔥

↬starts out as him havin a lil too much to drink nothin new yk and then he gets more touchy / physically clingy than usual 🧎

↬a lil off topic but he would absolutely fight anyone who tried to flirt w you / anyone who looked at u the wrong way LMAOOO not saying u have to babysit him but 🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯 taking him back home would be the smart thing to do as to avoid bar fights

↬but back on track i think chuuya would refuse to leave your side 💀 he would be all over u so unless ur into like hardcore pda u fr better take him home 💀💀

↬he's a horny menace 😕👎

↬okay so blah blah blah yall r back home now what ? now he rlly starts getting emotional 🚶 he's just so grateful to have u in his life and he loves you so much and what if he's not good enough for you ???? how could u love someone like him ?????? what if— please just shut him up with a tender kiss 🤒☹️ tell him u love him very much

↬he............hhbbgdgshhhh i was talking to @chuuyasbf ab this but dhshsbhhhhhh we came to the conclusion that he'd like smother u in kisses oh my fucking god 💔🙏 like he'd just cover your mf face in kisses and i— bursts into tears

↬now by this point this is where he'll start communicating his feelings thru actions rather than words so please expect a very heated makeout session (that leads up to the best sex of ur life 😏)

↬"he just goes “oops, missed a spot *kiss* oops, theres another one *kiss*" - @chuuyasbf and i honestly could not agree more please 🧎🧎 hhnbbhghghh

↬but back to the makeout session it started after u shut him up w that kiss yk and u were both just sitting on the couch, originally basking in the others presence, before the words just started flowing so ofc u gave him a lil kiss n told him he was enough and that u loved him so so much and he pulled you back for another n another til u were sitting on his lap w his tongue in ur mouth

↬and things progressed n progressed n next thing yk he's got you intoxicated (his kisses r life changing ok 🤨🕶️🤏 even if he were sober it'd just be hjndhdghgggh) but like yall know when ur grinding against them n they buck their hips up a lil ? yeah <33

↬HE'S SO HANDSY OMFG ESP IF YOURE SITTING IN HIS LAP 🙏🙏🙏 after he's pulled you as close to him as humanly possible (im talkin chest-to-chest, hip-to-hip — he is a very intimate person and greatly enjoys physical touch argue w the wall ab it) his hands go from finding purchase on ur hips and guiding your movements to pulling at ur hair to feeling u up to running his fingers up n down ur back to helping you take your shirt off. he cannot for the life of him keep his hands to himself

↬in reality he'd shift you onto his thigh before making ur neck his next target for his kisses (and hickies)

↬when you start whining for more and saying his kisses aren't enough, thats when he'll sober up enough to be snapped back to reality n to carry you to his room 🧎 or so you thought 😚

↬confused, u didn't get the hint until he bounced his leg, once, twice, oh— and even after you'd understood what he wanted you to do, he'd grab ur hips and completey take control of the pace n grind u against his thigh almost agonizingly slow, all while leaving some awfuy dark hickies on ur lower neck n a handful on ur collarbones

↬ofc theres some muttered praise and "i love yous" as well. he'll tell you how good you look, getting off on his thigh like this

↬he'll take u back to his room only after you've cum against his thigh 🧎🧎 consider it a warm up LMFAOO

↬when he finally does get up from the couch, he'll probably use his ability to help stablize yall a little 💀 (he had a lil too much to drink pls dont clown him)

↬whereas he'd normally toss u onto the bed, this time he took his time to set u down gently before settling down in between ur thighs and— hey wait a damn minute when did this mf find the time to get your pants off huh—

↬aye speaking of which i think chuuya is rlly big on eye contact regardless bc its honestly just vv intimate to him 🧐🚶

↬yall know when they like ............. when theyre like caressing / holding your thigh n looking up at u n they kiss ur inner thigh while maintaining eye contact or whatever ...................... <33

↬i think his praise kink especially shines thru when he gets drunk bc he will take his mf time covering you in kisses and hickies all while showering u in praise n telling u how beautiful u r and ab how much he loves you

↬he knows his words usually tend to be / sound harsh, but at the end of the day he loves you sm more than words will ever be able to convey :((

↬def tries to make up for that (when he's drunk 🙄 emotionally inarticulate ass 🚶) by showering you in praise and doing his best to be tender and gentle

↬and to be fair he'd be content w smothering u in praise and kisses for the rest of the night n probably would if u let him 🧎🧎 please snap this mf back to reality by yanking his hair n whining for more

↬in which case he will be happy to oblige 😚 he's def the type of person to get off on his partners pleasure so that being said this mf will make sure u cum on his tongue at least twice before properly fucking you

↬whenever hes drunk he tends set a rather slow pace but dont let that fool you 🧎 the entire thing is so fucking intimate oh my lord you will be seeing stars by the time he's done w you

↬his thrusts r much deeper n more precise than usual and he puts one of ur legs on his shoulder and has the other pressed up by ur head it really just enhances everything yk ?? 😁😁 (mating press kinda ??????? not exactly but)

↬he ends up alternating between leaving (more) hickies on ur neck n shoulders and actually kissing you as well (your lips r gon be bruised asf by the end of it all sorry 🔥💯)

↬even drunk he loves to overstimulate you omfg 🤤 loves seeing you get all teary-eyed from the pleasure (even better if u actually cry 😏🕶️🤏) bc to him it shows that he's done a good job

↬aftercare w drunk chuuya is a lil sloppy tbh 😕 probably immiediately passes tf still inside u after pressing like a final kiss to ur forehead LMFAOOO

↬but dw he makes it up to u in the morning !!!!! after taking care of his hangover first tho 💀 once he's feeling better himself, he'll def offer to draw u a bath and, lets pretend he has the day off here, after that all he rlly wants to do is cuddle for the rest of the morning

↬do not bring up how clingy he was last night LMFAOOO his face will get so red so fast (unless ofc thats ur goal in which case go right on ahead 😚😚😚)

↬please do, however, kiss his forehead and tell him that u love him n that he did a good job last night

[fairycosmos]

um chloe i don't mean to bother you on this fine friday evening, but I'm afraid of turning into an alcoholic and at the same time i don't care. i love being drunk and I sometimes binge drink..... but i don't want to waste all my money and disappoint my parents so what the fuck am i supposed to do?

hi angel you're not bothering me dw!! but i really would urge you to reach out for help even if your mind is screaming at you not to. while you're still on the slippery slope and not falling head first down it....... it's great that you have the self awareness to know that this is becoming a problem, the next step is allowing that fact to spur you into action. there's no two ways about it. better to do it sooner rather than later. bc once your brain is in the grip of an addiction, the part of it that naturally produces dopamine will fail. this will prevent you from being able to think logically, from being able to find any peace or happiness while sober - which completely changes your perception of the world and of alcohol. addiction turns you into someone you don't want or need to be and you don't even realise it. it's why you see people with cirrhosis of the liver still insisting they don't have a problem. not saying that to scare you, i know you know. just - while you're still able to function and reason on a normal level, while this is still just a once in a while thing - please please consider what you need and not what you want. it completely fucks up your inner workings, all to leave you in a worse state than you started in. whatever you're running from will still be there when you sober up. facing up to it won't be nearly as hard as dealing with full blown alcoholism.

we all need help at some point and there's literally no shame in it. your parents will be more disappointed that you lied to them and let the issue escalate, than they would about you surrendering now (if they have any sense, anyway.) the ego would have you believe otherwise, but try to look past that. i know it's so fucking hard to care when you don't like who you are, when we're wired to crave instant gratification and it's so easy to just say fuck it - but look at what you're risking. your health, your family, your future, money. you must see this as two paths, one full of fruition and one full of pain. there is so much that can be put in place before this gets completely out of hand. please speak to your doctor and see if they can refer you. talking to a professional and actually working closely with them over a long period of time will quite literally show you, one step at a time, why your life and safety is important. why you binge drink and what to do about it. having someone to talk to can make a huge difference. your mental health is just as important as your physical health and it should be a massive priority, dude. or look for support groups in your area and start implementing a care plan into your every day routine. avoid places where you know there'll be alcohol, try to trust your loved ones enough to let them be there for you. whatevers pushing you into this can be recognized and deconstructed - it's your choice. your future is in your hands but it's only dictated by what you choose to do in the present moment. and i know it's tiring. it's not like every day has to be a success story, it's not like it i'm asking you to bear your soul and immediately turn things around. it's ok to have days where you just break down. but it all starts w the little voice that says 'maybe i'm taking this too far.' both my parents are/were alcoholics and all oblivion did for them was stunt their growth and make them miss out on the best years of their lives bc they weren't mentally present enough to enjoy it. not to mention the snowball effect it had on the family. it's just not worth it dude. and i know there's a lot of pressure, but it's alright to take things at your own pace. you've acknowledged that this is unhealthy, now do what you can to get a handle on it while you still know where the handle is. even if that just starts with telling your family you're struggling, or calling an anonymous hotline to see what your options are, or saying no to a night out with friends. you ARE in control and you're not trapped, there are numerous resources. and you don't even have to care to engage in them. you just have to realize that one day you will care, but by then it could be too late. you just have to keep those two paths in the back of your head. i really hope you're okay and that you start making choices with your health and wellbeing in mind. you really are significant and deserving of organic happiness and life experiences. i know you're capable, i believe in u dude. and just the fact that you sent this makes me proud. anyway please please consider the grand scheme and do what's right for you in all the ways you're able to. sending a lot of love, let me know if you need a friend. you're not alone.

[peachiejihoonie]

[tbb]  kim donghan - you wish

before...

As you were about to unlock the door, a messy couple is flung into the room, and you’re slammed into the wall behind the door. They don’t seem to notice you as the boy’s foot swings the door closed.

Awkwardly, you slide out of the room, praying not to ruin there oh so romantic moment while sighing. Where was your hook up? Your fun and games? There was no such thing as enough fun.

Walking back out in the main party, you attempted to look for your friend again. Of course, she was back with her not-so-sober upperclassman sorta-not-really friend. This time though, they were dancing, more so grinding on each other.

As you were about to stop her from regretting her actions the next day, someone had interrupted your thoughts.

“Oh cmon, let her have some fun,” turning around to see donghan, a red solo cup in his hand, his voice as distinct as ever even with the loud music and talking people.

Donghan didn’t quite anger you, more so, sparked an interest in you. Though he was quite the sleaze, you couldn’t help but wonder about him. You knew he was quite the hoe, with interests such as hooking up, being free, and partying. However, there was this tension between you two that you both couldn’t quite ignore.

The two of you never acted on it. When at parties, he’d just glance at you, looking you up and down. at school, his eyes would wander only to meet yours in the silent classroom of heads ducked down, doing the tasks given. In the hallways, his sweet smile would only flash for a millisecond and then he was back in the conversation he was in, his shoulders just sweeping past yours.

But today was different. tonight, his tucked in white shirt and too tight ripped jeans weren’t letting you breathe.

Yes you.

And so as he made your way towards you, you couldn’t stop your smirk from growing as well.

“I’m just trying to help a friend out” you shot back.

“Then why not help me out?” the gap between you two grows shorter and shorter, but you weren’t gonna let it shut, not yet.

“You wouldn’t need me to find someone to fix your problem,” you step back, spine against a wall. “ You have a line of girls to pick from, am I right?”

“And I’ve decided on you tonight,” He’s leaning into you now, his eyes never leaving yours, embedding a fire through you.

You searched for a remark but your throat tightened, unable to spit it out as his hand reaches behind you. His eyes finally let yours rest as his, lips ghosting along the shell of your ear. the music had suddenly disappeared, people weren’t existent, and it was just the two of you and the wall.

“You’re mine tonight” his hot breath sends a cold gust down your spine, but it didn’t make the heat in your stomach disappear.  

He pulls away from you ear to meet your flushed face, and the tension is thicker than it has ever been. never have you ever even been within this proximity with him.

But one night couldn’t hurt right?

Then, his lips are on yours, steady and smooth. His force has your head against the wall and his hands are trailing down your shoulder and to the hem of your shirt. His finger plays with ends, only to have them slip underneath the shirt, doodling little circles against your hip bones.  

He’s about to pull your shirt up but you place your hand on his to stop him. As he pulls away, your smirk regains its place to meet his confused eyes.

“You wish,” You taunted as you ducked under his arms to escape. “Maybe next time.”

Before he could respond, he had already attracted a crowd. His growing boner definitely wasn’t ignored but all he could do was scoff and lick his lips as the last strands of your hair disappeared within the crowd.

Figuring out what to do next, you spotted your friend race towards, excitement lined her eyes and smile. Her hair was questionable frazzled and her previous interaction seemed to have gone somewhere.

When she makes it to you…

[She drags you to the kitchen for some drinks]

[She drags you the dance floor]

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