#even though he lets them drag him into alcohol smoking and all other kinds of vices

[inferablossom]

Only Emil could talk about falling in love with a girl in a way that somehow makes him sound more gay than before.

He first starts talking about meeting this girl, his "Beatrice" right after leaving off talking about how he's salty about how when he tried to write to Demian he never heard back. When describing Beatrice he repeatedly refers to her as having boyish features. When he tries to paint her the first attempts fail, and when he finally does end up succeeding at painting a face that "pleased him", he realizes it looks like Demian. And then, despite the influence over his life he claims she's had on him, he gets so caught up in musing over the painting and thinking and dreaming over Demian that he completely forgets about her.

[spid3namy]

♡　　i always want you when i'm (coming down) 　　♡

ft. geto suguru

cw: 18+ , fem!reader, modern au, mentions of weed & alcohol , praise, unprotected, fwb ( kind of but not really ), pet names, confessions, riding, mdni.

words: 3.2k

the air was muggy. there was so much smoke that filled up the room but it didn’t matter. not when you tasted so damn sweet. sure, you had a ton of weed in your system and it was mixing around with the alcohol you had been drinking earlier. and yeah, you would never do this on any other occasion but right now, it didn’t matter.

you two had been smoking for a few hours now. 

it had first started with passing a blunt to one another, laughing and drinking as you two talked about who the fuck knows. ya know, the usual; then you had jokingly offered to just blow the smoke into his mouth instead of him having to take a hit of the drug. 

and to your surprise, he agreed. without a moment’s hesitation, he had pulled you onto his lap to give you a better angle of being able to blow the smoke into his mouth.

one thing led to another and now you two were making out; a half finished blunt perched between his fingers while the other rested on your hip gently. you tasted sweet; even though you tasted mostly of alcohol and the weed you two were smoking.

that didn’t matter to him, though. you still tasted sweet to him. and he loved that about you; he was almost positive that you knew that. you must have known since he refused to stop kissing you. 

but your lungs were burning. whether from the drug that was in your system or from lack of air, you didn’t really now. but it didn’t matter. when you finally pull away for air, his eyes lock onto you; they are bloodshot and droopy ever so slightly. 

“aw.. pullin’ away so fast?” geto asks, a hint of mockery and teasing in his tone. he takes a drag of the blunt that was still perched in his fingers. he blows the smoke out after a few moments and gives you a cheeky grin. “don’t tell me you shy now, doll..” he was still teasing you and you knew it. 

bastard.

the sound of his voice made you let out a small giggle; you body sways from side to side slightly. it was clear that you were feeling the effects of the substances you had allowed into your body; if you hadn’t already been feeling them, of course.

you watch as he takes a hit of the blunt, lips parting slightly in awe as you watched the smoke leave his mouth so.. perfectly. your lips were red and slightly swollen from the feverish make out session you two just had. the realization almost made him want to laugh but he didn't.

you loved kissing him; loved how his lips felt against yours. they fit together like puzzle pieces. not that those words would ever leave your lips.

you two had a somewhat interesting relationship. you two were friends. ones who made out all the time and had sex sometimes. but you never really put a label on it. just.. friends. or smoking buddies to be more accurate about it. you make sure to remind yourself that this was not any sign that he wanted a relationship with you. this was merely a way to relax from the stress of the world outside. 

here, in his living room, was a safe space. one where you didn’t need to worry about anything other than each other.

you blink out your thoughts when you feel smoke on your face; he must’ve taken another drag of it. you give him a lop-sided grin before taking the blunt from his fingers.

“‘m not shy.. jus’ needed some air ‘s all” you tell him, finishing off the blunt before putting the butt of it into the ashtray with the rest of them. this had been the fourth one you two had shared.

“what? you like kissin’ me that much, Sugu?”

a giggle leaves your lips along with the smoke in your mouth, your eyes focused on him. 

geto had his eyes locked onto you the whole time, watching as you laugh and sway from the effects of the drugs and alcohol you had consumed. it was cute, frankly. 

he leans into the couch more and rolls his eyes, though there is not real indication that he was annoyed with you; just a playfully gesture more than anything else. he thought you were adorable. 

in more ways than one.

though, he doesn’t believe you when you mention that you aren’t shy. he could just see it in your eyes that you were most definitely shy. at least.. on any normal day you were. 

“you seem pretty shy to me, doll.” he says, letting a smirk form on his lips before he leans closer to you, his other hand now resting on your hip. “and maybe I do enjoy kissin’ you.. guess we’ll never know the truth though, hm?”

you let out a snort and lean forward slightly; your chests were now pressed together. your hand comes up to touch his shoulder lightly as both of your legs rest on each side of his hips, pressing light kisses onto his jawline.

“careful there, Sugu.. keep talkin’ like that and we might have to kiss ‘gain” 

your tone is teasing as you press another kiss onto his jawline, sitting up and giving him a cheeky grin.

“want another blunt, my dear?” 

a small shiver runs up his spine at the kisses you gave him. he wouldn’t admit it to you ( and your ego ) but he fucking loved when you kissed him like that; when you pretended that he was yours. but he wasn’t. 

well.. not in the romantic sense. 

“‘s that ‘possed to be a threat?”

his eyebrow raises slightly as he smirks lightly. though, if you two did kiss again, he wouldn’t mind it. not when you tasted so damn sweet.

“come on.. roll another one up, sweetheart.”

you press a kiss onto the corner of his mouth before sitting up, leaning backwards towards the coffee table. you can feel the way your back pops slightly from the action. not that you really minded. 

you grab the bag full of weed and rolling paper before turning your attention back over to him. you roll your eyes playfully and poke his cheek lightly.

“don’t be so damn desperate, Sugu.”

you fill the paper in your hands up with the weed before your eyes lock onto his dark colored ones. your tongue lightly poking out and licking the paper before you pushed it together. 

the action was so seductive. enough to cause his dick to twitch lightly. he mentally curses himself for the way his body reacts to watching you roll up a blunt. sometimes he wished you weren’t so damn seductive without even trying all that hard.

“c’mon.. open wide for me, darling..” you lift the blunt up to his mouth, holding a lighter in your other hand.

geto lets out a small laugh as he rolls his eyes. the way you spoke to him was enough to bring his dick to its half hardness. he tried to be annoyed with you but when you looked at him with those doe eyes of yours, he knew it was all over for him.

he doesn’t hesitate and opens his mouth slightly, allowing the blunt to rest between his lips gently. his dark colored eyes stay locked onto your face; his lips curving up into a slight smirk.

a small giggle leaves your lips as you light the blunt. your hand holding his chin up lightly; the touch alone sends a small shiver up his spine.

“ooh.. good boy” you coo, the words seeming almost teasing as you set the lighter back down onto the coffee table. 

you allow your chest to rest on his once again, kissing his jawline before moving to his neck. the smell of weed quickly fills up your nose; your shoulders relax even more as you let it over take your senses.

geto lets out a small hum in response to the praise. feeling the blunt being placed in his mouth, he takes a deep inhale; smoke filling his lungs and his body immediately starts to relax in the next moment. 

he wouldn’t admit it but he loved when you called him a good boy. and his dick loved it just as much. but he would die with that secret. 

his hands gently caress your hips, loving the feeling of your skin under his fingertips. he swore he could feel every fiber of skin there. you felt so damn perfect on top of him. it made him wonder how you would look if you rode him. 

he lets out a small breath and he slowly exhales a large amount of smoke. he could not allow those thoughts to fill his brain right now; not when he was already struggling to keep his dick under control. 

the feeling of his hands on your skin causes a small shiver up your spine but you chose to ignore it. 

your mouth nipping and sucking dark marks onto his skin; you were always more confident when you were high. you marked him up like he was yours to mark up.

but he didn’t seem to mind it. 

if you were sober, you wouldn’t be doing this. wouldn’t even be on his lap right now. but you weren’t sober. you had marijuana and alcohol in your system, the two forcing a confidence in you that you weren’t really familiar with. 

you didn’t care though; you liked how it made you loosen up. how it made you not worry as much as you usually would.

"watch your hands, pretty boy" you purrs, sitting up and grabbing his wrist lightly. you move his wrist towards your mouth, taking a hit of the blunt before you blow the smoke towards his face lightly.

his eyes stay focused on you the entire time; he watches as you leave marks onto his skin. the feeling of it causes him to let out a content sigh. 

he honestly would be lying if he said he didn’t love this confidence you had. especially since you would never do anything like this when you were sober. you were usually much more shy; much more reserved. 

"oh I will, doll. but you should watch your mouth." Geto teases, letting his hand wander to gently caress your thighs.

you roll your eyes lightly before taking another hit of the marijuana, keeping the smoke in your mouth. your hands soon come up and pull him closer, pulling him into a feverish kiss.

you gently transfer the smoke into his mouth, a buzz going through your body. you allow your tongue to lick around his mouth, your hips rolling against his. the movement is slow and calculated, just enough to make him need more.

and it worked. because he did need more. 

geto lets his eyes half close as your tongue and lips move against his own. the taste of you mixed with the weed they just finished makes him dizzy. 

his body relaxes under you as you roll your hips against him. his hands grip at your thighs, loving the plush feeling under his fingers. 

you hum and roll your hips again, the kiss between you two turning more feverish with each passing second. geto’s eyes nearly roll back into his head when you grind against him again. you were driving him crazy and it was making him dizzy.

when you pull away from the kiss, he nearly whines at the loss of contact. you let out a small snort and roll your eyes playfully, grabbing the blunt from him and take a drag from it.

“don’t fuckin’ tease like that, doll” 

geto barely recognizes the sound of his voice as he speaks. it was so hoarse yet so whiny all at the same time. it was so weird for him. 

but you had that effect on him.

and he fucking hated it. yet he loved it all at the same time. not that he would admit it of course. he had too much pride to do so.

you give him a grin as you blow smoke into his face, rolling your hips against him once again. you were still teasing, he knew it. knew that you were doing this on purpose. and if he didn’t like it so much, he would’ve gotten pissed off with you at the fact that you insisted on teasing him. call him greedy, he didn’t care. 

“c’mon.. do somethin’ to me.. don’t leave me hangin’ here, doll”

you let out a snort and roll your eyes, finishing off the blunt before you set the butt of it with the rest of them. he sounded so desperate. it was quite cute. not that you would admit that to him.

you allow a hand to reach up and grab his chin, pressing your lips against his once again. he immediately kisses you back, pulling you closer to him and groaning lowly. he must’ve been real pent up with the way he was practically whining for your touch. for more of you. 

not that he would admit to you. he had way too much pride to ever admit that. 

his tongue presses into your mouth, licking around and gripping your hips at the way you tasted. it was sweet yet had a bit of marijuana mixed in with it. and he loved it. loved how addicting you were. 

geto allows a hand to reach up your shirt, lightly brushing a thumb over your nipple. you let out a gasp in his mouth; you hadn’t been expecting his cold hands to touch you like that. he grins and pinches the growing bud, loving the way you whimper and squirm around on his lap.

you pull away from the kiss, your hands reaching down and pulling your shirt over your head as you stare down at him. geto is staring at you almost star struck. it was cute.

he never failed to look so interested in you no matter how many times he saw your body.

“fuck, doll, you’re gorgeous” 

he leans forward and presses his lips against your neck, sucking dark marks onto your skin. you moan and allow your hips to roll against his, your fingers tangled into his hair. he continues his assault on your neck before he moves down to your chest. 

he presses light kisses on your breasts, his hands on your hips to help you grind against him more. it was starting to make him lose his mind. you let out a small whine, needing more than what he was giving you. it was like he was teasing you on purpose and you didn’t like it. not when you needed him so damn badly. 

“c’mon, Sugu.. don’t fuckin’ tease”

geto lets out a chuckle at your impatience, finding it rather cute; he doesn’t seem to waste anymore time though. he helps you out of your shorts and panties, throwing them somewhere in the living room before he shifts out of his pants and boxers.

you stare at him for a while, your mouth suddenly becoming dry. geto chuckles and grabs your chin gently, pressing a light kiss onto your face.

“go on, doll.. don’t be scared”

his words are so comforting. odd for him.

but you don’t dwell on it too much. you lift yourself up slightly, grabbing ahold of his hard dick before you slowly sink down onto it. a gasp leaves your lips at the stretch. 

he groans and holds onto your hips, almost as though he was trying to restrain himself from forcing you all the way down to the base. you hold onto his shoulders, legs already trembling as you sink all the way down. you had barely done anything and your body was already shaking.

you weren’t sure if that was good for him or bad for you. 

didn’t matter.

you sit still for a while, just allowing yourself to get used to the girth of his cock before your legs slowly lift yourself up. you rise up until only the tip is in before you slam yourself back down, moaning and gripping onto him tighter.

he lets out a groan and keeps his hands on your hips, keeping you steady. you soon lift yourself up again, slamming back down and letting out another moan.

and quickly, the sound of skin slapping and your moans fill up the room. 

geto has a good hold onto your hips, helping you move. his eyes are fixated on the way that your cunt sucks his dick in. he was completely mesmerized by it.

“look at you, princess.. doin’ so fuckin’ good for me”

his voice is deep and it barely registers in your brain; the pleasure you felt making you too fucked out to even answer. 

he lets out a chuckle before he shifts positions, laying down onto the couch before he starts to thrust into you. you cry out and grip at him and the couch; you needed something to keep you grounded.

his hands are firm on your hips, fucking into you like some sort of dog in heat. 

you didn’t seem to care though. not when you were practically begging him for more. 

“look at ya.. lookin’ so fucking pretty under me like this. such a good girl.”

his voice comes out as a coo, his thrusts becoming rough with each second. your hands grip at his back, whines coming from your lips; drool slowly starts to roll down the corner of your mouth and onto the couch under you. it was too much. 

and it was making you so close to cumming. especially with the way he was hammering into you.

“g-gonn.. cum”

he lets out a chuckle at your attempt at talking; he knew just how fucked out you were just by the way you looked. it was cute. he doesn’t seem to say anything though, just continues to fuck into you. his hands come down and start to rub at your clit.

you cry out, his name falling from your lips as you cum. he grins cheekily and continues his movements, feeling his own orgasm starting to creep up on him. 

“good fuckin’ girl.. gonna make me cum”

he leans down and presses his lips onto your neck, his hips stuttering slightly as he keeps moving. you whine, sensitive from the over stimulation. 

and before you knew it, geto is spilling his cum into you; his hands gripping at your skin rough enough to leave bruises.

“love you so fuckin’ much.. such a good fucking girl for me.”

you let out a whine, trying to push him away from the weight he was currently trying to push onto you. the two of you stay in that position for a little while until he finally gets the strength to pull out.

“want another blunt?”

“you love me.”

he stares at you and scoffs, rolling his eyes. he knew you were going to say that. he had gotten caught in the heat of the moment, that's all it was.

“no i don’t.”

“well, i love you.”

“... what?”

“let’s get another blunt going!”

[leepace]

Caffeine Chronicles PT. 2

✮ Jongseob x reader, Soul x reader, Intak x reader, Jiung x reader, Theo x reader, Keeho x reader

✮ 50,525 (couldn't fit it in one post lol)

warnings: 18+, drug + alcohol use, angst, fluff

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Chapter 14

Jongseob's bed was plush, soft enough that you could feel yourself sink into it when you took a seat. “What’s in it for me?” You asked, looking up at Shota, who was standing in front of you with Jongseob.

On their way home, Shota was adamant in his drunken state that he believed they should all sleep together. You weren't opposed to this idea as your mind swirled, but wanted to know if Shota knew what kind of predicament he had just put you in.

“I dunno. What were you thinking?” Shota asked back. He had a slight pout to his lips as he took a step forward to push some hair out of your face.

“I want to see you two kiss each other first.”

Shota’s hand dragged down your cheek to cup your jaw in his palm, giving you a demented smile. His touch disappeared as he turned back to Jongseob, closing the space between them, and before Jongseob had time to have any type of reaction, Shota planted his lips onto his.

Jongseob squirmed under his touch at first, but slowly eased into the kiss as Shota worked his way inside of his mouth. Shota was assertive with his movements, his persistent touch and the warmth of his lips coaxing Jongseob into a provocative state. As the kiss deepened you could see Shota press himself up against Jongseob, pulling him even closer by his neck.

There was a palpable tension in the air as you watched them make out in front of you. A string of spit connecting the two boys as Shota broke away from the kiss, his large eyes were shot to no return as he held eye contact with Jongseob. It was as though he was trying to communicate with him telepathically, a silent understanding between them.

Jongseob’s blush was still there as he looked away first. Shota turned over to face you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and labored breathing.

“Well?” He breathed out.

You hesitated before replying to Shota. There was a pang of uncertainty inside of you but any feat you might have didn't outweigh your desire for them. "Come here," you said, your voice barely audible.

Shota leaned down to kiss you, his lips still wet from his previous kiss with Jongseob. It became heavy fast, your hands finding their way into his hair with moans vibrating against his lips. You could taste smoke and alcohol as you licked into his mouth, brushing your own tongue with his.

“Fuck.”

Jongseob caught the attention of both of you, getting lost in your own world as you kissed Shota. Looking over to Jongseob, you could see him palming his cock that was growing in his dark green jeans. You could feel a fire light inside of your stomach at the image.

Shota straightened back up, focusing his attention onto Jongseob. “Have you kissed Y/N before?” He asked him.

You watched as Jongseob’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he shook his head no. A confused look formed on his face as he registered Shota’s words. “Wait, you have?”

Shota let out a laugh. “More than that, dude.”

Jongseob’s jaw was wide open, the news turning his confused expression into astonishment. You couldn't help a blush forming across your cheeks as Jongseob glanced over to you, his shock still on his face. Being reminded of your night with Shota left butterflies in your stomach, the feeling of him against you still in your mind. Looking at Jongseob, you could tell he was having similar images flash in his head.

“Kiss me,” you said, low.

That was all it took for Jongseob to press his mouth against yours. Reaching out he placed his hand to cup your jaw, the sound of lips smacking against each other ringing in your ears. Your tongue pushed against his teeth, deepening the kiss as you licked inside his mouth. He tasted similar to Shota, except you could tell he had something else at the bar, something fruity.

Pushing you back, your head was against the bed as Jongseob continued to kiss you. You could hear Shota move to your side, the sound of his belt buckle echoing in the room. There was shuffling until you felt the bed shift with his weight as he climbed onto it.

Jongseob broke away from your lips to start trailing his mouth down your body. He scraped his sharp teeth against your neck making it burn in their wake, only to wetly kiss over the affected skin. He got down to your collarbone, flatting his tongue to leave long streaks against it before latching on with his lips to leave dark red marks.

“Open your mouth.”

Propping yourself up with your elbows, you looked up to see Shota staring down at you already. He had a smirk on his face, your eyes peering down to see him fisting his shaft. You parted your lips on command, your mouth filling with saliva as Shota slid his cock down your throat. Swirling your tongue around his tip before sinking down, you began to bob your head back and forth warranting Shota to whine out. Wrapping your hand down the length that your mouth couldn't reach, spit began to trickle down his cock giving your fingers something to glide against.

You could feel Jongseob’s hands grip at the hem of your shirt hesitatingly before lifting it up your stomach, his fingers tracing the skin underneath them. They only stopped when your shirt had been lifted up to your neck, revealing the lacey bralette you had chosen to wear that night. He soaked in the sight of you before bending back down to press soft kisses against your stomach at the same time he started to palm at your breasts.

The feeling of Jongseob’s thumb flicking against your nipple made you moan around Shota, your focus being drawn away. Jongseob’s mouth became harsher, snaking his way back up to replace his hand with his mouth. Your moans became more frequent as Jongseob interchangeably sucked and licked your breasts.

Jongseob’s fingers traced circles into the skin where your hip bone and stomach met, his gentle touch turning rough once his fingernails began to dig into your skin. Breathing heavily out of his nose while his mouth was still around your breast, it was like he growled as his hand let go of your hip to slip down your pants.

Shota’s hand’s had found their way into your hair, helping guide your mouth around his cock. His pace was steady, his eyes trained on the sight before him. Jongseob's fingers sinked lower, moving your panties out of the way to locate your clit. There was a pop as your mouth left Shota’s dick, your head tilting back from the sensation.

“You're already falling apart, and we haven't even fucked you yet,” Shota murmured, pressing his cock against the outline of your lips.

It was like lightning had struck your body, Jongseob’s fingers rubbing slow circles against your clit. You could feel him begin to rut back and forth on your leg, relieving pressure as he pressed his hardness against you. Your lit fire was about to burn you up into flames.

Jongseob detached his mouth from your chest, but not before taking a tender bite of your nipple. A cry escaped your lips as he did so, allowing Shota the chance to guide his cock back into your mouth.

Lifting his head up to your ear, Jongseob kept his hand in place. “I want to fuck you.”

An orgasm rippled through your body, his words pushing you over the edge, your hips buckling under his touch. With the ends of his lips turned up into a smirk, Jongseob bent back onto his knees to begin undoing his pants. Popping the button off of his jeans, the heavy oversized material easily fell down his thighs to pool on the bed. It showcased his tented boxers, a damp wet spot forming in the middle of the fabric.

Looping his thumbs into his underwear, Jongseob slowly removed them, sliding them down until his cock jumped back to hit his stomach. Your orgasm had left you limp against the bed, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your slack jaw was still being used by Shota. Kicking his jeans away, Jongseob was now only wearing his compression shirt, running his fingers against the inside of your thighs.Placing his hand around your leg he used his grip as leverage to pull you closer to him.

“Spread your legs. Wider,” Jongseob imposed, the hand that guided you pushing at your thighs. His other hand wrapped around the length of his pink leaking cock, starting long strokes as he clenched around himself.

Jongseob pressed the tip of his dick against you before pushing himself inside. Taking Shota’s cock out of your mouth, you cursed under your breath as Jongseob bottomed himself out. He paused, looking down at you with heavy eyelids and parted lips. You still had your hand around Shota, your concentration not being on his pleasure anymore but your own. Shota began to grind his cock against your palm, wanting any friction to help him reach his climax.

“You’re going to take his cock just as good as you took mine, right?” Shota asked mockingly, ending his sentence with a grin.

You whimpered out as your answer, feeling Jongseob’s hips starting to move. He was painfully slow at first, rocking back and forth as he adjusted to your warmth. Jongseob’s eyes were closed, his brow scrunched up while he anchored himself with your leg. He had wrapped his arms around it as he fucked into you, hitting deep with strong strokes.

“Open your mouth.”

Doing what you were told, you opened your mouth wide, flattening your tongue. That gave Shota the ability to shove his cock back in your mouth, reaching down to get a fistful of your hair. His hips began to move, now jerky and desperate. Sputtering around his cock, Shota groaned at the slick sensation. He tipped his head back, the feeling of your mouth matching the pace of his strokes leaving him breathless. You flicked your tongue around the slit at his tip, warranting Shota to cry out again.

“Jesus Christ, fuck. Your whore mouth is so good to me.” Shota began another string of profanities.

You could feel his cock twitch, making you hum around him. The vibration sent Shota over the edge, his grip on your hair tightening and hips stopping. He was silent as he came down your throat, his mouth perpetually falling open. Saltiness filled your throat as he staggered back and forth before pulling his cock out of your mouth to reveal the glistening sheen around it.

Shota bent down to kiss you, his tongue finding its way to lick the inside of your bruising lips. You knew he could taste himself, the flavor of his cum lingering. Kissing you until you were out of breath, Shota pulled away to turn his attention towards Jongseob.

Without missing a beat, Shota leaned back up and over to Jongseob, who had been steadily fucking into you. The fire inside of you was building again, with every thrust it was like Jongseob was adding more fuel for the flames. Shota then yanked Jongseob by the hair so that he was looking towards him, sloppily placing his lips onto his.

Slowing his pace, you watched as Jongseob fought for dominance in the kiss, his own hand reaching to grab at Shota’s hair. The kiss was heated as Jongseob groaned into Shota’s mouth, his control being overthrown. Breaking away from the kiss by pulling Shota away by his hair, Jongseob's hips snapped, his new faster rhythm was making him look more desperate than before.

“Do I taste good?” Shota asked, Jongseob’s hand still lost in his hair.

All Jongseob could do was grunt, letting go of Shota so that he staggered back, almost falling off the bed. Jongseob’s attention went back to you, dropping down so that his body was now flush against yours. He placed his head in the crook of your neck, biting down on the soft flesh between your ear and neck.

You hissed out until his teeth were replaced by his tongue as he lapped at the affected area. Your breathing quickened, your skin wet with sweat as you could feel yourself begin to come undone.The sound of skin slapping echoed before it was replaced by Jongseob’s voice in your ear.

“Are you going to cum around my cock?” He sounded out of breath.

Nodding, you covered your mouth, afraid of the noise that might come out of it. Arching your back, you could hear Jongseob’s whimper turn into a deep growl as he reached up to take your hand away from your mouth.

“I want you to scream my name.”

It was like a wave crashing over you, crying out Jongseob’s name as you came. Your body tensed as you chased down your orgasm, making Jongseob’s hips sputter to a halt, a pathetic whine escaping his lips as he painted your insides with his own cum.

Moans were still coming out of Jongseob after he came, fucking into the mess he had made before pulling out. Before he could even start thinking about cleaning up, Shota was by your side with a warm washcloth and an oversize t-shirt for you to wear.

You wanted to flee once your mind came to, the consequences of falling too deep lingering. Even so, you found yourself laying in Jongseob’s bed, squished in between the two boys. Shota had placed his head on your shoulder, wrapping his body around you, while Shota had entangled his feet with yours as you fell asleep.

Chapter 15

You were woken up the next morning by the sound of shouting. In a sleepy haze, you could hear muffled yelling outside your bedroom door. You followed the noise, greeted by Shota and Jongseob fighting in the kitchen.

Both of their heads turned to glance towards you when you stepped out of your bedroom. Jongseob’s eyes widened, then darted them away from you. Pushing past Shota, he bolted from where he was standing to hurriedly make his way out your front door, slamming it shut in the process.

“What’s his problem now?” You asked Shota, who looked like he had just rolled out of bed himself. His hair was disheveled beyond what a hairbrush could handle, his chest bare with him only wearing his boxer shorts.

Shota pressed his palm against his forehead, his face reading shock and frustration. “He’s mad that we slept together.”

You scrunch your face up in confusion. “What? Like last night?”

“No. Before, when it was just us two,” Shota said, sounding like he was getting lost in thought.

That morning, you fixed yourself a coffee for you and Shota before he had to run out himself, forgetting he had plans to meet up with Keeho at the mall that afternoon. His awkward goodbye ended with a kiss on the cheek, Shota hastily ran out the door right afterward.

You sipped at your coffee once he left, your apartment now quiet with only you and your thoughts. Piecing together last night's events with this morning, your gut was telling me this was fun and games for some, and not for others. Deciding to let Jongseob cool off, you figured it would be better for him to reach out when he’s ready rather than you. In the meantime, there were errands and chores you needed to get done that day.

After showering and changing into some casual clothes, opting for comfort over fashion, you slid out your apartment door to head to the grocery store. The walk there was palatable, the cooler air requiring you to wear a jacket. The sun was still shining down though, reaching the grocery store the tree-lined street gave you optimal shade as you walked in.

Grabbing one of the carts that were stacked together by the entrance, you began to start your shopping. The store was lined with rows and rows of different items, your journey beginning in the fruits and vegetables. Navigating the produce section, you grabbed apples for your week's lunches and some lettuce for tonight's dinner. Lugging your cart down the aisles, you hesitated trying not to put the entire shelving of candy into your cart.

“Y/N?”

Turning around you were face to face with Intak, who was holding one of the store's baskets in his hand. He looked like he had the same idea as you, sporting sweatpants and messy hair, his basket full of an assortment of different foods making you wonder what he was planning on making.

“Intak? What are you doing over here?” You asked, figuring this wasn't his normal grocery store location. There had to be at least half a dozen in between your home and his.

“I just got off work, this is the closest one on the way home,” he informed you.

“Oh, that makes sense,” you trailed off.

“Is this your usual spot?” Intak asked.

You nodded, taking a closer look into his basket. He had every type of meat imaginable; beef to seafood, ground chicken and bone in. On top of the array of plastic-wrapped styrofoam, he had several spices and herbs with a few boxes of different types of rice.

“You look like you’re planning on making something.” You told him, not hiding the fact that you were snooping.

“Meal prep for the week,” he told you with a half smile. “I’m going to be cooking until midnight.”

Eyeing Intak up and down, you tried to imagine him spending his entire day in the kitchen. It was a sight you didn't ever expect to see.

“Do you need any help?” You asked before your brain caught up with your mouth.

Intak broke out into a real smile, not being able to hide how animated he got whenever he got excited. “That would be great.”

A hatchet was thrown into the rest of your plans for the day, somehow ending up at Intak’s after finishing your shopping. He had immediately started on his cooking, taking out large pots and pans to cover the surface of the stove. Preheating the oven, Intak splayed out a layer of frozen vegetables he had just gotten from the grocery store.

“You look like you've done this a few times.” You noted as you watched him.

“This is my second try. The first time I did fine, but I somehow only made four portions instead of five.” He told you, his sole focus was turning the burners on at the correct temperatures.

You giggled under your breath. It was cute to see Intak so determined on something that could be so much less difficult if he just thought about it less. Getting into his personal space you bumped him out of the way with your hip. Intak wasn't a lost cause but was going to need all the help he could get.

It wasn't midnight when the two of you finished, but the sun was beginning to set once the sink was full of used dishes and the kitchen had a strong smell of oil and roasted broccoli. You ended your meal prepping with Intak by separating all of the food into their separate containers, having just enough for five days this time.

“I don't know how to thank you. You saved me big time, this all looks way better than anything I made.” Intak gushed.

It wasn't like you did everything, Intak helped by taking over the vegetables and other sides. Assuming you wouldn't want to get your hands dirty, he even offered to marinate the chicken for you. As you settled into the rhythm of cooking with him, you found yourself getting lost in the intimate moment. The cooking was accompanied by friendly conversation, talking about what the two of you had been up to. You had just seen him last night at the club, but that wasn't the setting for catching up.

“Where did you run off to last night by the way? I didn't see where you went after Keeho grabbed me,” Intak asked you as he opened the fridge to put away his weekly meals.

You couldn't help a blush from forming across your cheeks as your mind flashed memories from the night prior. There was no way you were going to try and explain that. “I just decided to head home. I was getting tired,” you lied.

Intak rested himself on one of the kitchen counters after closing the fridge. He looked at you with his arms crossed against his chest, and when you looked at his face he didn't have a readable expression. Intak’s eyes lingered, keeping his stare as if he was invisible, getting lost in thought as you became his spectacle.

Clearing your throat, Intak looked away, finally noticing his prolonged gaze. “I guess it’s time for me to head out now,” you said, breaking the silence between the two of you.

“Wait,” Intak butted in before you could even take a step toward the front door. “What were you planning on eating after cooking all of that?” He asked.

“I dunno. I was probably going to pick something up on my way home,” you told him.

“Let me buy you dinner.”

A sneer formed on your face, not wanting Intak to feel the need to repay you for your help. “I’m okay, real–”

“Please?” Intak interjected his big pouty lips on full display.

Intak managed to get you to tell him your Chinese takeout order, allowing him to order delivery for the two of you. The day ended unexpectedly, waking up to the noise of Jongseob and Shota fighting to now having dinner with Intak, you were stunned by how twelve hours can make a difference. The earlier tension you felt had dissipated, feeling like a distant memory as you began to dig into your dinner.

The lightheartedness continued as you sat across from Intak. He had caught you up on the chaotic nature of the cafe, how last night it was the first time Intak had seen Jongseob since quitting. You were half expecting Jongseob to ask for his job back, but you weren’t surprised he was standing his ground. The time passed quickly, the sun completely submerging under the horizon.

After finishing his plate, Intak leaned back into his chair. The soft light that was gleaming throughout the house illuminated him like he had a glowing aura around him. “I really enjoyed today, Y/N,” Intak said softly, his voice filled with sincerity that made butterflies in your stomach flutter.

You smiled back, a warmth spreading inside of you. “Me too. It was nice spending time together, just you and me.”

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you, a charged unspoken tension hanging in the air. His dark eyes were glancing over to you again as you stared right back. This time, there was a depth within his gaze that hadn’t been there before. For a short moment, it felt like time had stopped and the world had downsized to just the two of you.

Intak pushed his chair back to stand up from his seat, grabbing the plates on the table to throw in the sink. You took that as your cue to get up as well, wandering over to where Intak was standing by the sink, rinsing the stack of dishes. He shut the faucet off so that he could turn to look at you, flicking his hands into the sink to get off any excess water.

Intak’s normally bright and carefree expression had been shifted into something more serious. You could see the wheels in his head turn like he was trying to come up with something to say. His lips parted but he quickly closed them, pressing them tightly together. It was like the words had gotten stuck in his throat. Taking a step forward, Intak closed the space between you. Before you had time to process what was happening, He was leaning in and pressing his lips onto yours.

It was soft at first as if he was unsure of his actions. When you didn’t pull away from him, he cupped his hand onto your cheek, making you melt against his fingers. Intak’s touch was still tentative, placing short kisses on your lips before pulling you closer by the waist. You deepened the kiss, his inexperience showing before you pressed your tongue against his teeth, allowing you to lick inside of his mouth.

The kiss grew hungrier, more needy. His hand around your waist was gripping at your shirt, his hand on your cheek had shifted so it was getting lost in your hair. He had your body flushed against his as if he needed to feel every inch of you. You felt consumed by the intensity of the kiss, the taste of him, the way his body melded into yours.

Intak was the one who broke apart from the kiss first, only pulling back slightly with his chest heaving and lips swollen. He rested his forehead onto yours, the proximity made your heart race as your breath mingled with his.

“I can’t get you out of my head,” Intak murmured, his voice barely a whisper. “I’ve tried, believe me.”

His gaze was intense, a newfound confidence being shown within him. It was like everything had bubbled to the surface, building until eruption. Intak’s hands remained on you, his fingers had begun to brush through your hair before he leaned in to give you a tender chaste kiss on the lips. It was like a gentle reminder of the moment the two of you just shared.

“I don’t know how else to say this,” Intak started. “I’m not asking for anything more than what you want, but–,” his nerves were getting the best of him again. “I’ve never felt like this towards anyone.”

You felt your heart swell, Intak’s confession sending heat to your cheeks. It made you think about the conversation you shared with him after you helped him clean the day after his birthday party. It’s not that you brushed them off, but now they actually had weight to them. His words were raw and honest, showing a side of him that you didn’t recognize until now.

“Intak, I don’t know what to say,” you trailed off.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know.”

You answered him with a kiss, leaning back in without another word. This time the kiss was more deliberate, not as desperate as before. It was like you were trying to savor the moment with him, Intak wrapping his arms tightly around your waist to pull you closer as he reciprocated eagerly. You could feel the tension in his body wash away, his hands trembling ever so slightly as he held you.

You poured everything you couldn’t say into the kiss. It was you who broke away this time, Intak’s face flush and ears red once you opened your eyes back up. You couldn't hold in your laugh, seeing how bashful he had gotten. Your stomach did a somersault.

“Can I take you out to dinner? For real this time?” He asked, feeling his breath against your face as he spoke.

You nodded, swept up in the moment with him. Intak had been so vulnerable to you, the last thing you were wanting to do is break his heart. There were already so many things that could shatter it.

Chapter 16

Intak had arranged the date with you the following weekend. That allowed you to pester inside your thoughts, meticulously going over everything from what you were planning on wearing to what you were wanting on ordering at the restaurant. You had been around Intak countless of times, but this was as though you were starting a new chapter in your story.

You had chosen something flattering to wear; a small black dress with straps crossing in the back. Intak arrived at your apartment at the time he said he would, a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. They looked as though he could have even possibly picked them himself, an arrangement of wildflowers wrapped in brown parchment paper.

After thanking him, you hurriedly placed the flowers in a vase filled with water. Intak stayed put in your doorway, he had barely said a word since his arrival. Getting back to your front door, his eyes followed you as you made your way out of the apartment, having to slightly shove him out of the way to make it all the way through. That seemed to have jolted Intak out of whatever mute trance he was in as you began to lock your door.

“You look really pretty tonight,” Intak finally said. “I mean, you always look pretty, but–”

You stopped his talking by placing your lips onto his, giving him a kiss that lasted for a beat too long. It was still chaste, but it sent a message to the both of you that there wasn't anything to be nervous about. Intak’s tense composure faltered under your touch, his smile greeting you when you opened your eyes.

Intak had picked out a restaurant close to your apartment, some high end place you had never had the funds to go to. It made you quickly question how Intak could, eyeing up his dark navy blazer that was in contrast to his usual barista smock. The restaurant was cozy, dimly lit with only a few tables in the small space. As you got sat, it was clear to you that Intak had made a great effort to make this night special.

You couldn't help but note how Intak seemed to ease into the setting, his broad shoulders fitting perfectly into his jacket, his hand resting on his high cheekbones as he looked over the curiated menu. Even with his calm confidence though, you could see a glimmer of nerves flicker in his eyes as they scanned the food options.

The evening went on with smooth conversation as you ignored your urge to ask Intak why he still seemed so anxious. He still talked animatedly, going over the playlists he had made for the cafe and how he thinks they're getting more customers because of it. He offered for you to stop by, but instead, you just took his word for it. You were planning on telling him how you had tried out a new cafe, but with his passionate display of his own coffee shop, you continued to hold your tongue.

You had ordered something light off of the menu, feeling your own stomach twist. Intak was looking at you with affectionate curious eyes as you took small bites of your meal. They were soft yet searching, as though he was trying to gauge your reaction towards the evening. You found it endearing that he was clearly invested in trying to make everything perfect, which was starting to overshadow his courage.

Once the bill arrived, Intak took it quickly without hearing a peep out of you. From his wallet Intak pulled out a large stack of dollars of mostly fives and ones, counting them out before setting them on top of the check in a messy pile. It was as if he had collected all of his tips from the past few weeks together to pay for the date, slightly explaining how he was able to afford the expensive meal. It was clear to you how much thought he had put into the evening, sending how much it actually meant to him.

With the payment settled, Intak walked out of the restaurant with you, his hand in yours. The cold air outside made a chill run down your spine, your bare arms feeling the brutal hit of the changing weather. Intak took notice of the goosebumps growing against your skin, taking his own jacket off to rest on your shoulders. Looking up at him, you gave him a face of surprise, the considerate jester creating a warm shield against the brisk night air.

“You didn't have to,” You told him, with him now only in a thin dress shirt, a cherry necklace on full display dangling against his collarbone.

“I wanted to,” Intak gently replied.

You both walked slowly back to your apartment, a comfortable silence hanging between the two of you. Intak still had this mild anxiousness to him that he couldn't seem to shake as the night progressed. As you held his hand, you could even feel his skin become clammy, despite the cold weather. Intak’s nervousness was almost palpable when you reached your front door, despite his effort to mask a smile on his face.

Letting go of his hand, you handed back his blazer. “Do you want to warm up inside?” you offered.

Intak nodded, following you inside once unlocking your door. Taking your shoes off first, you shuffled over to your kitchen counter, wanting to start a pot of coffee. It was more of a distraction for yourself, Intak’s eyes piercing the back of your head as you poured in the grounds.

Turning back around your assumption was confirmed. Intak leaned against the threshold of the door to your kitchen as he watched you with intent. You could see his eyes reflect continued apprehension as you stared back. His face also carried a sense of vulnerability, his lips upturned to show off his dimples.

You took a step closer to Intak, resting a hand against his bicep. His arm was still only clothed with his dress shirt, his jacket still in his hands. Intak’s grip around the fabric was harsh, his knuckles turning into a milky shade of white. Wanting to know so badly what had gotten him so worked up, you only just waited for him to speak as he opened and closed his mouth, trying to find the right words to say.

“Will you have sex with me?”

Intak said it fast, almost inaudible. His face immediately turned a bright shade of red, spreading from his ears across to his nose. “That didn't come out right, I’m sorry. I’ve-,"

You cut him off, his awkwardness having new context. “Have you ever had sex before?” you asked, knowing the answer but wanted to at least give him the benefit of the doubt.

“No. I’ve only ever kissed you,” Intak admitted. “I wanted tonight to be perfect, so just forget I said anything, okay?”

Ignoring his plea, you pulled yourself closer to Intak by the grasp you had around his dress shirt to kiss him. He didn't hesitate to kiss back, whining out a desperate filthy noise into your mouth. Using your tongue to deepen the kiss, you felt Intak’s hands rush to get lost in your hair, interchangeably running his fingers through it only to grip harshly whenever at the root.

He pulled you back to break the kiss for only just a moment, exchanging his rapid breaths with yours. “Are you sure?” his voice was practically a whisper.

“Yes.”

Leading Intak to your bedroom, you began to see a new side of him you had yet to experience. He kissed you along your neck, helping you unzip your tight dress. Intak was kind, but he had a hard time being careful. It was like how people described a bull in a china shop, and yet when his shaking hands gingerly brushed against your stomach, Intak only admired your bare skin as your dress fell against the floor.

Intak followed by beginning to unbutton his dress shirt, his chest peaking through the thin shifting material until his torso was completely exposed, showing off his tan skin, in stark contrast to the light shirt he had shrugged off. You returned his early favor by helping him undo his belt until his fingers replaced yours, Intak telling you to wait for him on the bed.

His teeth were biting down hard against his lips as Intak placed himself on top of you, the blush from earlier never leaving his face. You reached up to place one of your hands against his cheek, your thumb rubbing light circles against it. It was like he melted into the touch as he leaned against you, locking your lips with his. Intak’s kisses were hungrier, wetter, making you moan against his mouth as he rolled his hips against yours. His own hands had found their way to your chest, cautiously palming at them before rolling one of your nipples between his fingers.

The only thing keeping you and Intak away from one another was your underwear, which you began to slip off while Intak’s tongue was still down your throat. You were starting to feel like you were getting drunk off of Intak, yearning to know what it felt like to have inside of you. As your hands slipped underneath his briefs, you pulled them down just enough to free his hard cock, making it bob against his stomach.

Intak hissed out once you wrapped your hand around him, simply letting your fingers graze against his shaft. His lips left yours, moving to bury his face in the crook of your neck. He was a mess against your ear as his mouth consistently let out whimper after whimper, writhing under your touch, not being able to stop his hips from buckling against you.

“Please,” Intak inhaled. “God, please, I need to fuck you so bad.”

He sat up, getting onto his knees in between your legs. With your hand still around his cock, pressing the tip across your clit, you swiped it across twice. Taking in a large breath you led him until he was against your opening, a shockwave scorching through your body once Intak had found his way inside of you.

Your legs had clasped themselves around Intak’s waist as he began to slowly rock his hips. He was only able to keep his upright position for a handful of strokes before Intak was completely pressed on top of you again, a string of profanities echoing throughout the room as he felt you clench around him. Your hands had gone to his back, tracing along the flexing muscle as your brain only allowed you to search for anything that might ground you.

Intak’s mouth went to your breast as his pace quickened, plunging deep until you could hear the sound of his skin slapping against yours. You cried out as his tongue flicked against your nipple, a vibration getting sent through your body as he loudly groaned from his own action. His mouth left your chest with a pop, moving so that his lips were now on yours. It was barely a kiss– rather an exchange of breaths as Intak’s strokes were messy, an inadequate precision with his thrusts. You felt your nails dig into his skin, the feeling of the hard flesh of Intak’s back and the way he was hitting inside of you was making your head reel.

“Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so perfect around me,” Intak’s cherry necklace rattled back and forth, hanging from his neck. His hand reached down to graze his thumb against your clit, rubbing slow circles against it. “I want to feel you come around my cock,” he whined.

Succumbing to his touch, your body arching forward to chase the pressure Intak had formed in your gut. Placing your palm across your mouth, an uncontrollable scream was yanked from your chest as you came. Your orgasm hit you in waves, crashing against you while Intak’s hips continued their torment by snapping against you.

“Holy shit,” Intak had smashed his face into your neck again, panting against your skin. “I’m going to come.”

Intak’s hips sputtered, driving down an onslaught of thrusts until he was coming, feeling his cock pulse until there was a fullness as he spilled himself inside of you. Intak was silent as he came, his face twisting against your shoulder until there was nothing left. You could hear harsh muffled breathing once he learned how to use his lungs again.

Regaining back some of his senses, Intak began to kiss against your neck before pulling out. His mouth trailed to your cheeks until reaching your lips, placing small chaste kisses against them.

The carefulness carried over for the rest of the night, Intak carrying you to the bathroom to shower off together before going off to search for something comfortable to wear to bed. It felt like he was gone for forever as you tried yourself off, hearing Intak marching back with somehow picking out one of your favorite sleeping shirts.

Settling back into bed together, Intak’s height allowed him to tower over you as he spooned you from behind. He had snuggled his face into your neck again, his cheek squishing against your shoulder. Knocking out almost immediately, Intak’s heavy sleep allowed you to trace along his fingers that had been wrapped around your waist before dozing off yourself.

The following morning, the hand you were holding was gone. You were left alone in your bedroom, the only remnants of anything occurring the previous night being the messy bed sheets and the spoiled coffee that was still sitting in your kitchen. Everything that you thought was true had unraveled the moment you opened your eyes, never expecting Intak to think that last night was something he could run away from.

Chapter 17

You had never felt so foolish. The weight of the morning settled heavy on you as you lazily rolled out of bed. Replaying the events from last night, you tried to go over anything that might have made Intak feel the need to leave without saying goodbye. The warmth of his arms seemed like a distant memory, the cold reality settling in as you recognized the mess you had made with the constant nights you had spent with the boys from the coffee shop.

It was time for you to make a decision. You had played around enough, messed with too many emotions. It wasn't fair to yourself or anyone else. You worried that Intak had simply used you for his own gain, knowing how easy it had been for his coworkers. That just seemed so out of character, and the way he had treated the night, you knew it had been just as special to him as it was to you. The further down you went through your thoughts, the more confused you got.

You had always been proud of the way you handled emotional honesty, the genuine connections you had made being on the forefront of your mind. There was no way you would get out of this scot free, the blurred lines between friendship and something more was bound to spill over, creating a tsunami that was heading towards your relationships, threatening to wash them away.

Deciding it was a good idea to spend some time in the fresh air, you changed into a mild outfit, choosing to wear a zip up hoodie to combat the cold weather that seemed to be getting chillier by the day. The trees outside had started to turn colors, bright orange and reds covering the leaves, reflecting similarly to how you were feeling inside— both appealing and unsettling. Ambling along the empty sidewalk, the light breeze filled your lungs, allowing you at least a little bit more clarity.

You were lost in thought, watching the fallen leaves crinkle under your feet after every step. It wasn't until you smelled the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans that your body had subconsciously taken you to Beyond the Bean, the cafe sitting across the street from you. Taking in a deep breath, you stopped in your place to try and train your eyes inside the large glossy windows.

Taeyang and Keeho were behind the bar, while you could make out Shota clearly in the front taking orders. His light hair was messy in his face, his long bangs falling from their tucked position behind his ear. Pressing your lips together you stood there for a second too long before continuing your walk. It was like you had no control of your motor functions at this point. Whenever your head would push you away, your heart would only pull you back in.

You were able to make your way back home successfully without running into anyone you knew.

Your glance into the cafe had made you rush home, your heart beating out of your chest when you had finally made it back to your apartment. Your lungs burned and feet ached once you were finally able to catch your breath.

It was as though the fresh air had made you feel worse. The space echoed with the weight of your unresolved emotions and the melodrama that was currently your life.The cafe was the backdrop of so many of your memories, the familiar place becoming more distant each passing day. Thinking to yourself, you wondered if you should have stepped inside to say anything. At least to say hi, to check in on them. But the consequences of that were unknown to you.

Sinking into your couch, you couldn’t help but dwell on the numerous possibilities of what could have happened if you did step into the coffee shop. You wondered if walking in would have given you any semblance of comfort or clarity, but you never gave yourself a chance to find out. Instead, you fled, overwhelmed with the sheer thought of stepping through those doors.

Before you were able to dive deeper into your self pity, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You were going to ignore it until it continued to buzz, eventually forcing you to check who was blowing up your phone.

Shota: hi •ᴗ•

Shota: its haku shota

Shota: ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

Shota: keeho gave me ur number

Shota: (ノ_<、) i miss you

You looked over Shota's messages before replying. Each one reflected the neglected connection you had shared with him.You felt so stupid that his little emojis were making you get worked up. lt was like you could see his round eyes staring down at you as you typed out your text back.

Y/N: hey shota, i miss you too im glad you texted me

Shota: (＾་།＾)

Shota: you havent been around the cafe

Shota: why?

Placing your head into your hands, you sighed. You hoped Shota would at least be the most understanding if you were to tell him the truth, and you had to imagine he already partly knew why. Telling Keeho about the night the two of you shared together might have been innocent on Shota’s part, but he had to have known that would get back to you.

Y/N: ive been so swamped at work sometimes ive been forgetting to eat, let alone treat myself to coffee :/

Shota: ill feed you (｡･･｡)

Shota: i still need to go shopping for keeho and jiungs birthdays will you come with me

Shota: keeho showed me this bag he liked last time we were at the mall

Shota: theres pizza there too ~( ˘▾˘~)

You couldn't help but giggle at Shota’s persistence matching with his overuse of emoticons. He had been keen to not forget how you still never gave him a straightforward answer on his date offer, you figured you owed him one.

Y/N: sure, when?

Shota: now?

Rushing to get out of the clothes you had worn on your walk, you picked something more appropriate to wear while going shopping with a guy who was definitely not shy in showing that he liked you. It was less casual than what you had been wearing before, but jeans and a pair of sneakers weren't showing you trying too hard. Shota had informed you that he had just finished his shift at the coffee shop and was planning on meeting you at your apartment after Keeho gave him the okay to leave.

There were only minutes between the time you finished shimmying into your jeans and when you heard a knock at your door. Presuming who was on the other side, you went to open it in a hurry. Shota was standing in the hallway, giving you a glowing smile and a wave once the door swung open. His presence was warm as ever, cutting through your cloudy thoughts. Opening the door wider you stepped out, seeing a lightness in his step as you walked beside him to the subway station.

“I like what you’re wearing,” Shota complimented once the two of you were outside.

“Thanks,” You took the time to admire his outfit, how the yellow and red jersey fell against his torso, and how he had styled it with a white t-shirt underneath. His jeans were unique, fringe lined against his knees, falling against the fabric that covered the rest of his legs. The ensemble was completed with a cluster of beaded necklaces in an assortment of colors.

Heading towards the subway station, the cool breeze from this morning returned to chill you to the bone. Leaves crunched under your feet as you walked, Shota occasionally kicking at the fallen foliage. Shota chattered all the way to the mall, describing everything you had missed since the last time you had stopped by the cafe. It was all more of the same antics, but Shota mentioned how much he missed working with Jongseob.

You had found yourself laughing more than you could remember in weeks before the two of you had even made it to the mall. Once arriving, Shota’s quest to find Keeho’s perfect birthday present began. He was searching for Jiung as well, but was far less keen on finding him something special. You had noticed in the past how Shota always gravitated towards Keeho, like they were attached to the hip. It was hard to see what Shota saw in him, but he had probably never been in the same situation Keeho had put you in.

Shota’s enthusiasm as he scoured the mall for Keeho’s was becoming contagious. He had a spring in his step as he walked, getting excited whenever he saw something he liked, whether it would be a good gift or not. You followed him to various stores, each of them holding prospects for Shota to purchase. But comparing them to the expensive bag he had his mind set on was no use.

He had made it across the mall to the luxury store that carried the specific bag he was looking for. Shota’s eyes lit up when he spotted the bag, a large black leather crossbody had studded silver accents covering the strap with multiple zippers garnishing the front. The bold design was eye-catching, and you could tell why Shota was so adamant on getting it for Keeho.

“Is it too flashy?” Shota asked you as he inspected the bag.

“Yes, but isn’t that right up Keeho’s alley?” You informed him.

He laughed under his breath and nodded. He decided on getting it, with you not knowing how he was able to afford such an item, especially just for a friend. You didn’t mention anything of it, your job not to be policing his purchases. Once he was done checking out and was handed the large extravagant box it was put in to take home. His smile only grew larger once walking out of the store, his big bunny-like teeth on full display. You weren’t going to allow your tangled mess of emotions to screw with his happy go lucky attitude.

“Pizza?” Shota offered after moseying around the halls of the mall.

Nodding in agreement, you followed him towards the food court where the smell of greasy burgers and Chinese food infiltrated your nose. Your stomach grumbled at the sight of the oversized pieces of pizza as Shota ordered a slice for both of you. Offering to pay for your own lunch, he only shooed you away as he took out his card.

Sitting down on one of the plastic chairs that filled the food court, Shota immediately went to work on his pizza. Between bites and mouthfuls of food, he continued his blabbering as the two of you ate lunch together. He glazed over information about a birthday party they were throwing, talking as though you had already made plans to attend Keeho and Jiung’s celebration.

“Oh, when is that?” You asked before taking a bite at the pepperoni on your slice.

“This upcoming Saturday, wait, has no one told you?” Shota seemed shocked at the revelation.

“This is the first time I’m hearing about it,” you confessed, watching as his face twisted into shock.

“What?! Well you’re coming, right?” He asked.

You sat there for a moment before replying. You would love to, but the pit in your stomach was screaming at you. There was a reason you hadn’t stopped by the cafe, and to go to the party meant you had wasted your time trying to avoid that place. Even so, you have begun to miss the laughter and time you spent with your group of friends, despite everything that’s blown up in your face. You decided to sleep on your answer.

“I don’t know, I might be busy that night,” you lied. You didn’t want to give him a straightforward answer, afraid to disappoint him.That might be the reason you had gotten yourself into this mess in the first place. You had become such a people pleaser, you couldn’t say no. You didn’t want to say no.

“Come on! It’s going to be so fun,” Shota whined. “We can play truth or dare again, like at the lake.”

You could feel your face flush, a redness displayed on your cheeks when you were reminded of how that night had progressed, the dress of yours Jongseob wore, to the kiss you had shared with Intak. You couldn’t stop the chill that ran down your spine while thinking about what possibly could happen if you were to play that game again.

“I’ll let you know, ok?” You told him.

He didn’t pester any further as the two of you finished up your slices of pizza. He went on to tell you about how he had already found the perfect wrapping paper for Keeho’s gift, and how excited he was to see him open it. You walked the length of the mall with him once more as he scanned his eyes for a present for Jiung. He seemed less inspired, deciding on getting him a few books and a keychain that reminded Shota of him.

By the time you were leaving the mall, the sun was beginning to set as you made your way back to the subway. Shota followed you home, planning on stopping at the same station to get back to his apartment, with it being only a short walk from yours. Once arriving, he stopped in front of your building to turn and look at you.

“I had fun today,” He said, looking down towards his feet.

“Me too,” you told him, relishing in the fact that he had helped you feel lighter, like he had taken some of the burden off of your chest.

There was a beat of silence as you stood there awkwardly, the goodbye getting prolonged as Shota looked up to you with a hopeful expression. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he searched your face as if he was looking for something.

“Let me know about the party, okay? I know everyone would love to see you there,” Shota said.

You purse your lips together, not believing him in the slightest. “You’ll be the first to know, I promise,” you were sure he wasn’t aware of the situation you had placed yourself in, and he only made you miss your time spent with your friends.

Hesitating only for a moment, Shota pulled you into a hug. It was warm and inviting as he encased you in his arms to make you smell the cologne he was wearing, which smells like bright notes of ginger with a hint of fresh dew. You had become intoxicated by the time he pulled away, feeling slightly dazed from the embrace.

“See you later?” Shota asked, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

“See you later,” you replied, watching as he walked away with a lightness in his step until disappearing into the direction of his own home. Getting back inside of your apartment, you closed the door behind you and leaned against it to let out a long sigh.

Chapter 18

“Truth or dare?”

The bottle had spun around the circle before landing on you. “Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss the person here you like the most.”

The joint birthday party had quickly become a bustling rager. Keeho, being the main organizer, held it in his own apartment, letting it get filled to the brim like you were in a pack of sardines. There was no way the group of boys could have hid a surprise party from him or Jiung, their mouths always seeming to get the best of them.

Streamers covered the low ceilings while strobe lights danced across the otherwise dark walls. You were beginning to feel yourself breathing in quicker as you pushed your way past the sea of people, feeling overwhelmed by the close bodies and loud music. It wasn't until you saw a familiar face that you could sense a weight being lifted off of your shoulders.

“Y/N! God, It’s good to see you,” Taeyang’s face lit up the moment he saw you break out of the crowd, reaching the kitchen counter that was completely covered in different types of bottled alcohol. He was easy to spot, wearing a large pink sweater that was looking as though it wanted to consume him.

“Taeyang,” you couldn't get anything else out before he pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your back making you feel the soft texture of his fuzzy long sleeve.

After breaking away, he prolonged his touch by keeping a hand on your shoulder. “Honestly, I wasn't expecting to see you,” Taeyang confessed.

“Yeah, well. I thought it would be a good idea to put on my big girl pants for a change,” you told him, giving him the slight truth.

He glanced over to you before starting to make you a drink. He knew most about what was going on between you and the rest of the boys, ever since spilling your guts after the baseball game. You had been going back and forth wondering if it was a good idea for Taeyang to know anything, but on a night like this you were glad to have someone in your corner.

“And your plan is to do what, exactly?” he asked, pouring in an unspeakable amount of vodka into your red solo cup.

You hadn't necessarily gotten to that part yet. You had spent all of your energy working up the courage to make it to the party that by the time you had walked through the front door, you realized you had no idea what you were planning on doing there. All you knew was that avoidance was off the table.

“Not sure yet. I’m hoping to just blend in.”

Taeyang laughed. “Hope is only going to get you so far,” he had finished making your drink of heavy liquor and a mysterious mixer, handing it off to you with a reassuring smile.

Taking a cautious sip of your drink, you felt as if the alcohol burned down your throat. It was a needed burn; something to coat your twisting stomach as Taeyang pulled you back into the chaotic crowd of people. His presence felt just as essential as your drink, thankful that he was the first face you saw at the party. You swore it was only the alcohol that was making you feel warm inside.

You began to dance with Taeyang, swaying side to side to the music that was pulsating at the walls. It had only been a brief moment when you closed your eyes as you danced, but when you opened them Taeyang was nowhere to be found. It would have been like trying to find a needle in a haystack looking for him with the amount of people around you.

It was a good excuse for you to shuffle your way to the sliding glass door that led out to the backyard. The cold air was a shock to your skin as you stepped out, the apartment inside feeling like a sauna compared to it. You weren't alone, with small groups of people scattered across the small fenced in space that bordered the other floor apartments. It was a much calmer atmosphere, with only the sound of conversation and the muffled beat from the music inside.

“Y/N?”

Your head snapped towards the voice calling out your name, trying to find who it had come from. In the corner of the backyard sat Jiung and Intak, sitting in two busted lawn chairs with cans of beers in each of their respective hands. They almost looked like they matched sitting there, the two of them both wearing white graphic t-shirts and dark washed jeans.

It had been Jiung who had called out your name, a brightness shown on his face once you had spotted him. Intak on the other hand, looked like he was trying to shrink into his chair once you had begun to walk over to them.

“Great to finally see a pretty face around here,” Jiung said after you had walked the length of the yard to stand in front of them, wishing him a happy birthday. Your position was a bit awkward, having to look down at them, shifting your weight from one leg to the other as they sat casually in their chairs.

Jiung didn't seem to notice, going on about how Keeho could never be friends with anyone hotter than him. He was trying to prove his theory while Intak slapped against his leg harshly, signaling to him to shut his mouth. Looking in between you and Intak, it seemed like Jiung had gotten the memo finally as he began to get up from his spot.

“I need a refill,” Jiung said as he walked past you, shaking his half full beer bottle. “Need anything?”

Shaking your head no, you thanked him anyway as he headed back into the house. Your attention immediately went back to Intak once Jiung had left, with him still sitting in his chair, shifting uncomfortably.

You took the bold move to take the spot next to him. Intak’s demeanor didn't change, his stiff composure was obvious with a clenched jaw and whitening knuckles. The two of you hadn't talked since the night you spent together, and you were thinking Intak was planning on keeping it that way for as long as he could.

Sitting there for a moment to take in the solace of the night air, you waited to see if Intak was wanting to speak up having you here next to him, or if he was going to continue the silent treatment he was currently giving you. It told you something that he hadn't gotten up to leave though, with Intak instead sitting there with his arms crossed and legs splayed out across his seat, not looking you in the eyes.

“Was it that bad?” You asked, not exactly sure if you were joking or not.

Intak breathed out, sounding as though he was trying to hide a small laugh coming from his chest. He still wasn't looking at you. “No, not at all.”

You skipped another beat, watching as Intak took a sip of his beer. His silence suggested an underlying meaning to it. “If it’s not that, then what is it?”

Looking down at his drink, Intak had his lips pressed together, showing off how he was trying to come up with an answer. His fingers were fumbling around the lip of the can in his hand, fidgeting at the metal tab before finally glancing up to look at you.

“I really care about you, Y/N,” Intak started, round eyes scanning the length of your face as he tried to read if any emotions were trying to omit. “That’s why I had to leave.”

His words only confused you more. If he liked you so much, you would think he’d do everything in his power to stay as long as he possibly could. You would think he wouldn't have left you high and dry if he cared as much as he says. You didn't say anything in response to him.

Intak chewed on his bottom lip as he did his best to try and produce the words he was wanting to convey. “It wouldn't have been fair to you,” he looked like tears were threatening to spill. “I’m just not ready to give what you deserve.”

“What do you mean?” You asked him, partly thinking out loud.

With heavy eyelids, Intak’s head faltered down to look back into the grass below his feet. “After we–,” Intak’s voice got caught in his throat. “I left because I realized how much I liked you. It was one of the many things I’m trying to figure out for myself,” he explained, seemingly trying to compose himself before continuing. “I don't want to have to make you sit through any of that.”

Truthfully, you wouldn't have expected such a mature response from Intak. When you cracked the surface of him you were left with someone who knew what they wanted and needed, not needing to let anyone else get stuck in the crossfire. Intak was more than met the eye, which was something you were having to remind yourself constantly.

“I think I understand,” you said slowly. “You could have said that earlier, though. You didn't have to leave like that.”

Intak’s eyes met yours again, which were now filled with regret. “I know, believe me,” his voice was as remorseful. “I’m sorry for handling this the way I have. I didn't know how, I was afraid of messing things up even more.”

“So what does this mean for us?” You asked, wanting there to be a clear understanding between the two of you.

His face softened as Intak gave you a sad smile. “I want the air to clear. Everything seems to have gotten so complicated, I want to go back to when it was so much more simple. When I figure out what that means, I’ll let you know,” Intak laughed like he had just made a sly joke.

You weren't sure if it was the resolution you were wanting, but you were glad it was an honest one. Intak’s words were heavy and hinted at something deeper, but you didn't want to press any further. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you noticed how he slightly flinched at the touch before melting into it.

“Friends sound okay to you?”

Intak nodded, some of the melancholy disappearing from his smile. “Friends.”

Following Intak back inside the apartment, the two of you went to find Jiung, who looked as though he had made a new group of friends while grabbing his supposed new drink. It wasn't until Intak went to slap him right on the ass that he noticed you had made your way inside. His red flush only deepened after the embarrassing act in front of the people he was talking to.

Giggling at Jiung's reaction, you reached for one of the large vodka bottles to top off your watered down drink. After unscrewing the cap, there was a sudden force that had pushed you against the kitchen counter, feeling someone press themselves against your back. You could only watch as the clear liquid spilled across the counter, missing your cup completely while arms wrapped around your waist.

“This has got to be one of my favorite birthday gifts,” Keeho’s voice was low, and he was close enough that you could smell his spicy cologne and the whiskey on his breath.

Similarly to Intak, you were wanting to avoid any interaction involving Keeho, just for the sake of your own enjoyment for the night. It was his birthday for Christ’s sake, so you knew that was almost guaranteed not to happen. Sighing out, you reached to try and pry his grip off of you.

“I’m flattered,” You told him, turning around to face him after managing to push him away. “I guess it’s a good thing I didn't get you anything.”

Keeho laughed, tilting his head back slightly, showing off his teeth as he smiled. It only lasted for a brief moment until he went back to the cocky expression he had on before. “It's ok. I think you’ve given me enough.”

That warranted a slap on his chest from you, your eyes darting around to see if anyone had heard him. Jiung and Intak were nowhere to be found, most likely running off into the crowd to dance. Crossing your arms over your chest, you eyed Keeho up and down. His hair had only gotten longer since the last time you saw him, with it hanging across his face, the dim lighting still showing off his high cheekbones. The leather jacket he was wearing only seemed to make him look broader, the simple white tank he was wearing underneath showing off his large chest and small waist.

“Don't be walking around saying that, ok? It’s bad enough not knowing who exactly you’ve run off and told,” you tried keeping your voice neutral and steady, but was having a difficult time.

“You think I kiss and tell?” Keeho had backed off from his menacing stance over you, rather taking the opportunity to soak in your own appearance. He took note of your hostile stance. “I haven't told anyone, and I wasn't planning on it. You’re looking at the wrong culprit.”

You stared at Keeho. “But you told me about how you knew about Intak and Shota."

“Yeah, they both told me. I didn't have to say anything for them to spill out their guts to me,” Keeho told you, his smug look still displayed on his face.

Your view of Keeho shifted slightly, his intentions now seeming different than before. You had thought his entire plan was to run off and tell the others, but he had kept his encounters with you to himself. Instead of chaos, like you expected, Keeho wanted those memories close, choosing to only have him know how well he had gotten to know you.

“I’d like to keep it that way,” you told him with a tight lip smile.

“Don't worry, your dirty little secrets are safe with me. And if you ever wanted to make some more, I’m always down for that too,” Keeho teased, but you could take the hint that he wasn't completely joking.

“Hey! Y/N, Keeho–” There was a voice across the kitchen that called out to the two of you. Turning your heads almost at the exact same time, you saw Shota come up beside where both of you were standing. “Taeyang told me to grab you guys. We're starting Truth or Dare!”

Walking through the crowd, Shota pulled you across the living room until you all had made it to a small clearing by the couch. Intak, Jiung and Taeyang had taken a seat squished together on the far corner, and if you hadn't scanned your eyes further down you would have missed Jongseob. He had taken a seat on the floor, practically hiding behind the coffee table in front of him. He had his knees to his chest and didn't acknowledge your arrival, his head turned to the side.

The three of you took spots across from the rest of the boys, forming a circle around the bottle that had been placed on top of the table in the middle of all of you. You had sat on the floor, smack dab in the middle of the guys on the couch, with Shota taking the spot next to Jongseob, and Keeho on your other side. The game started with Taeyang spinning first, the bottle rotating a few dozen times until landing on Intak.

“Truth or dare? Don't be a pussy this time,” Taeyang asked.

“Okay, fine. Dare,” Intak folded.

“Y/N, you didn't bring any extra dresses, did you?” Taeyang turned to ask you, reminding everyone of the outfit Jongseob was forced to wear last time they played.

“No, sorry,” you giggled out, knowing what angle he was trying to play.

Taeyang kept his eyes on you, an expression on his face showing that he was thinking about saying something he didn't know if he should or not. “That's ok, I think what you're wearing will work,” he said ominously.

It made you look down on what you had chosen to wear to the party. Your long crimped floral skirt pooled around your legs as you sat, your plain baby tee sitting just on top of the hem. It wasn't the dress you had brought to the lake house, but it was definitely way more girly than anything the boys had in their wardrobes.

“Intak, I dare you to switch outfits with Y/N,” Taeyang whipped his head back to look at Intak, taunting him with a coy smile.

Your giggling continued as you willingly got up from your spot on the floor. It wasn't any trouble to you, Intak’s casual outfit most likely being a whole lot more comfortable than what you were wearing. Watching as he got up from his spot on the couch, you could see the dread dance across his face.

“Okay, but only for one round. Then we’re switching back,” Intak’s words fell on deaf ears as you pulled him towards the bathroom to change.

Intak went in first, stripping off his jeans and shirt to hand off to you. Once you had them in your hands you took the clothes to swap your outfit with his in Keeho’s bedroom that was across the hall. You had seen Intak in less, but after everything you had discussed your plan was to keep things safe by changing in separate rooms. Once you were finished, tightening his belt buckle onto the very last loop so that they wouldn't fall off your waist, you went to hand your skirt and baby tee to Intak.

You entered back into the living room first, waddling back over to your spot in your oversized clothing. Intak’s pants dragged across the floor as you walked, still needing to hold them up with your hand gripped around the waistline. Your entrance was met with laughter, but the main event had yet to arrive for their full hoot and hollers.

His bare stomach was the first thing that caught your eyes once Intak walked back into the room. Even those not playing the game had their eyes on him, the baby tee leaving no room for the imagination as it hugged his torso. You could see every muscular indent as he walked hastily back over to the group, the shirt barely fitting around his toned biceps. It was then the boys began their shouts; whistling out cat calls and obscenities that only a drunken group of men could come up with. Sitting back down, you saw how the skirt fell across Intak’s thighs as he took his place back on the couch, making you worry if you were going to be taking home stretched out garments.

Taeyang’s hands were all over Intak the moment he got back, pestering the younger by poking and pinching at the tight clothing. Intak’s chest had turned a bright red, loud enough that you could see it even when the strobe lights didn't shine upon his blush. His embarrassment didn't stop the onslaught of comments from his friends.

“I think you should dress like that all the time,” Keeho told him, resting on the palm of his hands as he gazed up at Intak.

“You actually don't look half bad,” Shota told him, sincerity in his voice.

“Okay, let's hurry up,” Intak said before anyone else could compliment him, reaching down to take his turn on spinning the bottle.

It spun around and around, creeping across the table before landing on you. Intak gave you a look as if he was telling you he was sorry, with you just being a victim of his own dare. You brushed it off, wanting nothing more than to continue the fun you were having with them.

“Truth or dare?”

Pressing your lips together, you mulled over the idea of both options before deciding on the latter. “Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss the person here you like the most,” Intak’s voice was teasing just like how the rest of them had been, leaning into their vexing manor.

If he had asked you that an hour ago, you probably would have run and hid. You were still hesitant as you glanced around your group of friends, some of which you had perhaps been too friendly with. Your options weren't limited, but with Keeho on your left pursing his lips out like he was expecting a kiss from you immediately ruled him out.

The three boys on the couch were easy options, but you were not about to put Intak through that. Taeyang would have been a good choice for you, and probably the most painless, but you’d rather not deal with the obstacle of having to reach over and kiss him across the table. That only left Shota and Jongseob, both sitting next to you on the floor.

Shota gave you a toothy smile once you looked over to him, his round eyes almost pleading with you. He had been so easy to love, and yet there was something stopping you from fully committing to his infectious adoration. Quickly having to peel your eyes away from him, your gaze settled on Jongseob, who had still not given you a single ounce of attention that night.

He had been acting normally with the rest, showing off his high pitch squeal and loud claps of laughter when Intak revealed his outfit. Your gaze was prolonged on him, staring bullets into the side of Jongseob's head as if it were to magically snap his attention towards you. When it didn't, you could feel something inside of you grow. It felt like rage, but you weren't angry. Like you had been a motorcycle repeatedly getting kicked to start, the engine finally ignited with a roar.

Your body moved before your brain, your lips colliding into Jongseob’s after forcefully pushing his head to look towards you for the first time that night. Your hands stayed around his jaw, placing your thumb tenderly against his cheek as you kissed into his mouth. You could feel his muscles tense underneath your touch before Jongseob kissed back like he had been craving it.

Needing to push yourself off before falling too deep into the kiss, you broke away from the kiss from Jongseob with a heaving chest. The circle around you was quiet, the party around you overtaking any words that might want to be said. The tension could have been cut with a knife as your audience watched you clumsily shift back to your seat on the floor.

The absence of sound amongst the group was prolonged, your eyes darting down at where you were sitting. You hadn't even gotten the chance to gauge Jongseob’s reaction to the kiss, the moment seeming lost as you felt an embarrassing hue of red spread across your cheeks from the multiple sets of eyes staring at you.

There was a sudden gust of air beside you, Shota swiftly getting to his feet only to come barreling back down onto Jongseob, tackling him down onto his back. A gasp escaped your lips as you saw the first punch being thrown by Shota, coming straight down to connect against Jongseob’s cheek. It was close to the spot where your hand had just been previously.

“Whoa! Shota–!” Keeho yelled out, getting up onto his feet. Standing in place, he only looked on instead of trying to break the two up as Jongseob began to fight off Shota, kicking and scratching underneath him.

Rolling your eyes at the sheer lack of courage, you got up to do your best at trying to get the boys off of one another. Jiung had gotten up at the same time as you, coming over to help pull Shota off of Jongseob. Still flailing his limbs around once Jiung had managed to get him far enough that he wasn't attacking Jongseob’s face, Shota started his tirade of strong language against his friend.

“I told you about her for a reason, you asshole! I should have never fucking let you come home with us, I should’ve killed you instead!” Shota’s words bit like venom while tears had begun to spill from his eyes.

Your heart ached for Shota. It wasn't Jongseob’s fault, and if you knew better, you would have known no one was to blame, not even yourself. Instead, you felt an overwhelming weight of guilt being placed on your chest as you watched Shota try and wipe away at his tears while still being constrained by Jiung.

“You're acting like a goddamn baby,” Jongseob finally spat out, wiping away blood that had started to drip out of his newly cracked lip. “You’re acting like you called dibs.”

“Well, technically, I totally did,” Shota argued back.

“You can’t call dibs on something like that,” Jongseob tried informing him as he got up from where he had been pushed down, wobbling into a standing position.

“Yes, I–,” Shota’s eyes began to pace back and forth from you to Jongseob, giving you the same pleading look he had given you earlier.

“Shota,” you started, not even knowing where to begin. You wish he would have at least taken some of the small hints you had been leaving him, but you knew his heart had been blinded by them. There had been nothing you had done with Shota that had sparked at your heart in the ways you know it had with him.

“I like you too, but not in the way you want me to.” It felt like running your nails against a chalkboard.

More tears had made their way down Shota’s face, but the melancholic expression he had been displaying had morphed into something more forlorn. Like he had accepted his fate it wasn't worth the fight.

“I’m sorry, Shota–,” you tried to start again before getting cut off.

“Don’t apologize, you haven't done anything you've regretted, right?” Shota asked back.

His words cut deep, the realization of everything you've done had all led to this. You should have known better that he would let you get away without saying anything, let alone have an outburst despite the room full of people. It was Shota. The gravity of the moment had fallen upon you, and you were left to pick up the pieces once more.

“No, I don't. I hope you don't either,” you muttered back, any strength in your voice being weakened.

Giving you a tight smile, Shota’s stare only parted from yours once Jiung finally pushed him away to clean up his swelling knuckles. The rest of the group had slowly dispersed, not wanting to have to stick around for the awkward aftermath. When it had withered down to just you and Jongseob, who had begun to mindlessly nurse at his wounds, you knew it was the right time to call it a night.

“Hey, wait,”

You had already made it through half of the crowd when you heard Jongseob call back from behind you. You didn't stop your crawl to the front door, but when you managed to finally break away from the apartment you stayed on the doorstep until you saw Jongseob’s creamy hair jump out onto the concrete porch.

“Are you heading home?” Jongseob asked, hiding behind a casualness to his tone.

“I’ve definitely had enough excitement for one night,” you told him truthfully.

Jongseob pointed at your outfit. “Like that?”

He made you look down, registering that you were still swapped with Intak. Sighing out, you were far too tired to deal with going back inside. “He can keep the skirt.”

Starting to walk towards the direction of home, you could hear Jongseob stride beside you. He was having a hard time keeping up, like he was lost in thought, not able to control his motor functions properly at the same time. Looking over to him you saw how a purple bruise had begun to form across his cheek, high up where the flesh met the bone. You couldn't stop the wince that formed on your face.

“I bet it looks worse than it feels,” Jongseob seemed to notice the worry that you had been displaying.

Your focus returned back towards your mission back to your apartment, holding back from trying to steal glances over to Jongseob. He hadn't exactly asked if he could walk you home, but his persistence told you that there would have been no use in questioning whether he could or not, because he was going to.

The wait for the subway was a grueling one, the awkwardness in the air only growing as silence gleaned over the two of you. The usual business of the city was absent at this time of night as the stars in the sky hung around you. Kicking around with your feet, you stood a considerable distance away from Jongseob until the train arrived. Every now and then you caught yourself looking over to him, the bruise on his cheek darkening in the dim station.

As the beaten down subway pulled in, you felt Jongseob press himself next to you once the doors opened, walking into one of the silver cars together. Sitting in one of the bright seats next to him, your thighs brushed against his as you did. You were hoping he couldn't hear the speed of your heart like how you were as it thumped desperately in your ears.

Your eyes had fallen, your gaze capturing Jongseob’s hands that he had placed in his lap. They were shaking; the tips of his fingers shook back and forth while the rest of his palm vibrated. Jongseob had tried to force the uncontrollable movements to stop by balling his hands into fists, clenching back and forth to no avail.

The train lurched back before going forward, your shoulder pressing into his as it did so. Jongseob’s hand, still trembling, brushed against your leg as the train moved. He pressed his fingers into your thigh, as though he was trying to anchor his own tremors. The touch was both comforting and nerve wracking, your blood pressure only heightening.

The sight of his condition was a stark reminder of the turmoil you had brought upon yourself, and how everything seemed to have either smoothed itself out, or left you in a bigger mess than what you had started with. Letting out a deep sigh, you leaned over to gingerly touch against the deep bruise on Jongseob’s face. He flinched away immediately.

“I thought it didn't hurt?” your voice was soft, but had a teasing undertone.

He grimaced over his fresh wound. “I never said that, it still stings.”

You scoffed, knowing he was just trying to show off a brave face for you. Not wanting to rain on his parade any further, you let the topic go. Instead, you placed your hand on top of his that he still had on your thigh. Your expression shifted into something more remorseful. “I’m sorry about tonight. It’s my fault you look like that.”

Expecting Jongseob to roll his eyes, or maybe even agree with you, he instead scanned your face, like he was trying to take note of every detail before speaking. “You weren't the one who punched me. You couldn't have expected that he would have done that.”

“Sure, but it doesn't change the fact that he did,” You were practically a whisper.

“Okay, so he punched me. He punched me because he was upset that you kissed me and not him. If you're so concerned by the fact that it might have been your fault, why didn't you just kiss him instead?”

It was like Jongseob’s words were sharp, cutting right down to your core. Your mind was running circles around the moments you had shared with him, and how good it felt to have his lips on yours again. Out of everyone in that room, he was who you gravitate towards. Despite that, you could reply, you slinked your hand back away from his, his hand leaving your leg.

“I don't know,” you didn't know how to begin to express what your brain was trying to comprehend. “I want to, though.”

The subway jostled your bodies, the screeching sound of the wheels against the tracks becoming overbearing. Silence had returned with Jongseob letting your words sit around the two of you, continuing his eye contact. To a staggering stop the train cars halted at the next station, the doors opening automatically to allow anyone to leave or board.

If he wanted to, Jongseob could get up right then and bolt. He could decide that whatever you were offering wasn't what he wanted, or if it wasn't enough. Rather than fleeing, you watched as the doors closed once again while Jongseob stayed in place next to you.

“I want to know, too,” Jongseob had put on a lopsided grin after his words, not masking away the bashful expression growing on his face.

Breaking his eye contact, he looked down to where his hands were still placed in his lap. They were still slightly tense, shaking against his pant leg, but had one palm extended outward. Without hesitation you took it into yours, entangling your fingers with his. The nerves Jongseob was currently feeling was apparent on his clammy skin the longer you held his hand, which you did until reaching the front door of your apartment.

[corpsekiller]

hi! could i request gintoki x reader where he is being protective of his s/o? it could be any kind of scenario!

𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — 𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐢

PAIRING. gintoki sakata x genderneutral!reader

WARNINGS. fluff, mentions of alcohol and cigarettes

SYNOPSIS. while you're out drinking at a bar with gintoki, a stranger hits on you and gintoki shows a side of him you've rarely seen before.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. my dear anon, i'm so sorry that it took me so long to write this. your request was wonderful and i hope you find this fic in the near future, even if you had to wait so long <3

LENGTH. 2.069 words

MASTERLIST

If anyone asked how you ended up here, you couldn't even explain.

The bar is dimly lit, warm light reflects off bottles of sake lined up behind the wooden counter stained with dust and dirt. The steady murmur of hushed conversations fills the air, the familiar scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke curls around your head as you slump back in your seat and let your eyes wander over the customers lounging at the tables, chatting quietly or laughing hysterically, downing one drink after the other.

Admittedly, it's not the nicest pub you've ever seen, not exactly a place you'd choose on your own considering the number of sleazy men you've already spotted lurking in the shadows of the room, drunkenly flirting with every woman that walks past them and throwing insults after them upon rejection before they throw themselves on a new prey, attempting to get in their pants.

Though sitting next to your best friend makes this rundown bar feel almost cozy if you ignore the shady barkeeper who has been sending you dirty looks ever since you stepped through the front door.

"Y'know, it's weird," Gintoki mutters, nursing his cup filled to the brim with sake and offering you a lazy grin when he finally catches your attention again and you turn around to look at him with a questioning arch to your brow.

His yukata is slightly askew, the white fabric of his sleeve slipping off his shoulder and his hair is disheveled, more than usual, though he doesn't seem to care — judging by the flush of his cheeks and the soft curve of his lips pulled into a drowsy smile, he has already had enough to make him stumble over his own feet on the way back home. "You hang out with me all the time, but you still haven't learned to handle your liquor. Just admit that you're an amateur!"

How ironic.

"Someone has to stay sober enough to drag your sorry ass home, Gin." You roll your eyes at his comment and take a tentative sip of your drink before you shift closer, resting your chin in the palm of your hand as you look at him with a mischievous grin. "I don't wanna explain to the kids why you spent the night sleeping on a lonely park bench like a homeless loser. Don't forget you have to be a good role model for them."

"Ah, those damn brats," he groans and shakes his head, lazily twirling his drink as if deep in thought, though you doubt there's much going on in his mind, at least tonight. "They're the reason why I have another set of bills piling up on my desk," he complains, though there's no bite to his words. "Maybe I should sell the damn dog if we keep running shorter on food—"

"Maybe you could get a decent job, ever thought about that?"

"Oi, don't speak to the infamous Yorozuya Gintoki like that, young lady!" He scoffs and leans forward, pointing an accusatory finger at you as if you just spat into his beloved chocolate parfait right before his very eyes. "Did you forget that we repaired your roof the other day, huh? Without us, you'd soon have some creep peek through the hole in your ceiling and watch you sleep!"

"Are you sure you're not talking about yourself peeking into my room?" You smirk, barely able to stifle a laugh when he gasps loudly and clutches his chest in offense.

The banter between you two has always been lighthearted, a steady rhythm of playful teasing and sarcasm that makes the days, no matter how dark, a little better, a little easier to survive. Beneath it all though, the jokes and the insults you both throw around as if you couldn't bear the sound of each other breathing, lies a deep understanding and a certain kind of affection neither of you really dares to name.

Just as you're about to counter another one of Gintoki's jabs, a shadow falls over your table.

"Hey there, pretty thing," a voice drawls, pulling your attention to the source of those words dripping with false friendliness — a man, seemingly already in his late 40s towering over you with a smug grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. His eyes linger on you, wandering over the length of your figure with an almost predatory glint that makes your stomach twist and turn in all the wrong ways. "Why don't ya leave this loser and have a drink with a real man, hm? I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Instinctively you lean back, trying to get as much distance as possible between you and the stranger, though it's no use. Before you can utter a response, he moves closer and places a hand on your wrist and grazes over your arm to grab your shoulder. Unease settles in the back of your throat, a heavy feeling that ties your tongue and renders you unable to bite back with a snarky reply that might scare him off.

Just as you're about to pull back, his fingers still hovering above your shoulder, the table shifts and the glasses still filled with sake clatter auspiciously.

Then, Gintoki is suddenly in front of you, his hand wrapped tightly around the man's wrist. His knuckles are turning white from the sheer strength of his tight grip, but you notice a subtle tremor running through his body, his muscles straining and tensing under the thin fabric of his shirt as he slowly twists the stranger's arm into an unnatural position that makes him inhale sharply. Gintoki isn't looking at you, though — his eyes are fixed on the drunken jerk, and for once, there is no trace of his usual lazy grin that you've grown so accustomed to.

No, there was nothing but pure anger etched into the sharp features of his face.

"Oi, didn't your mother ever teach you not to touch things that don't belong to you?" His voice is calm, almost eerily so, but there is an edge to it that makes the air thrum with a certain kind of tension. The room around you grows quiet, so deadly silent that you're certain you could hear a pin drop and yet, you can't seem to turn your head to check if the other people are watching, can't force yourself to let your gaze wander away for even a second.

"What are you doing? Let go of me, you idiot!" The unknown man blinks in surprise, the smirk he wore only a moment ago slowly fading as his drunken bravado wavers before he attempts to jerk his hand free, pulling one, two, three times, but it's no use. Gintoki only huffs out a humorless laugh and slowly leans in closer, the crimson of his eyes glinting dangerously in the dim lighting of the bar.

"You think I'm a joke, huh?" He murmurs, low and alarmingly calm. "Look, dude, I'm the kind of guy who smiles even when I'm ticked off. So if I'm not smiling right now... you've really crossed a line."

There's a moment of silence as Gintoki merely stares at the stranger until he begins to squirm nervously, seemingly contemplating what he should do with him, then he pulls the man forward by his wrists and tilts his head to whisper something into his ear, though you can't make out what he's saying.

Whatever it is, it must be utterly terrifying because only a split second later, the man's eyes widen in pure horror. The color drains from his face and his mouth falls open in wordless shock as he gapes at your best friend, frozen in place, unable to move an inch like a rabbit caught in the jaw of a wolf.

Then, at last, with a rough yank that sends the creep stumbling back into another occupied table, Gintoki lets go of him and turns towards you. In an instant, his expression softens, a comforting reassurance replacing the storm that has been raging in his gaze ever since the stranger had tried to put his hands on you. Slowly, but surely, the tension around you slowly eased despite the steady pounding of your heart and you let out a breath you didn't you'd been holding, forcing your body to relax.

"Hey," Gintoki murmurs as he nudges your shoulder, his tone lighter now, almost gentle if you listen closer. "You okay?"

You swallow, nodding, though your voice still sounds treacherously shaky when you dare to speak up. "Yeah, I’m fine. I just… Thank you."

Somehow, those words feel too small, too meaningless to express what you're truly feeling — because in this very moment, with his hand still lingering protectively on the table between you and the space where the stranger stood, you realize something about your best friend that you never thought about before.

Sure, Gintoki and you have known each other for so long you barely remember your first encounter, and sometimes you'd almost dare to say you know him better than anyone else, always having each other's back, no matter what life threw your way, but tonight, it feels different.

He isn't just standing up for you — he's shielding you as if the idea of someone hurting you is something he can't bear.

"You don’t have to thank me for something like that," he mutters, his gaze dropping to the floor. A faint blush creeps up his neck and flushes his pale cheeks, barely noticeable in the dim lighting of the bar, and his hand shoots up to scratch at the back of his neck, fingers twirling strands of silver hair in an attempt to hide what seems to be embarrassment. "I mean, I was just… doing what I always do. I can’t just sit there when some jerk thinks he can lay a hand on you."

God, you don't think you've ever seen him look so bashful.

"Gintoki," you reply softly, hesitantly reaching out to brush your fingertips over his scared knuckles before you give yourself a push and grab his entire hand, circling his skin with the pad of your thumb in reassuring motions. "Tell me, why do you always look out for me like this?"

He glances at your hand, then back up at you. Something flickers in his eyes and for a moment, a split second, you catch a glimpse of what lies behind his facade of carelessness and boredom, behind the mean jokes and snarky comments, behind the slaps on the back of your head when you've gotten yourself into trouble for nth time that week — adoration, perhaps even love, though you think that word might be too strong.

"Because," he replies softly, his gaze never leaving yours, "even an idiot like me knows a good thing when he’s got it."

Fuck. Your heart stumbles in your chest and warmth begins to pool in the pit of your stomach, crawling up your spine until you feel your face flush, tinting your cheeks in a soft shade of pink as you try to process his sudden display of unexpected affection. Just as you open your mouth to respond, he flashes you that infuriatingly lazy grin and reaches across the table to snatch his drink, lifting his glass with a careless tilt to eye its content.

"So," he announces as if nothing has changed at all, a delicate pinky finger outstretched to cram around his left nostril in search of a booger, "let’s forget about that creep and enjoy the rest of our night, yeah? You’re stuck with me for now, whether you like it or not."

Completely bamboozled by the sudden shift in his demeanor, you can only gape at him. One second he's fierce and protective, showing a side of him you only ever catch in rare, fleeting glimpses, and the next, he's back to being his usual insufferable self, cool and detached as if none of it matters.

But despite the confusion — despite everything — you can’t help the soft smile that tugs at your lips.

"Yeah," you whisper, feeling your chest swell with something almost painfully sweet. "I think I’m okay with that."

And as the night stretches on, with the bar growing quieter around you, it doesn't matter how rough or chaotic the world outside might be, because right here, in this tiny corner of Edo, you know one thing for certain - as long as Gintoki is beside you, you’ll always be safe.

[aeongstarss]

7 minutes - Somun x fem!reader 18+

Summary: you finally decide to go to your first house party after a long while of not going out. you find yourself playing spin the bottle with strangers, and eventually being face to face with Somun in a dark closet for a round of 7 minutes in heaven.

Warnings: Drinking, smoking, drunk sexual encounters

Genre/type: Smut, Playboy!somun, one shot, frat party

Other: rushed ending because I'm tired </3, didn't proof read

WC: 1.2k

this was requested! <3

You look in the mirror once more and push your hair back. “Y/N, if you keep staring at yourself we’re never gonna get out of here.” Hana says from across the small apartment. You pout, “I just want to look good! I haven’t been to a house  party since high school.” Hana quietly laughs and pats your back. “You look fine. Let’s go.” You walk over to your bed and grab you jacket and purse, soon following Hana out of the door. 

You’ve never been the get out of the house type. You’d much rather be at home but since Hana is your best friend, you agreed. Hana is the quiet and calm type, but once she gets a few drinks in her, she’s a completely different person. Which is contradictory to her standoffish self. 

You and Hana reach the small home and see large groups of people standing in line to enter. Once you reach the door, you walk inside and are immediately hit with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. You take a deep breath, secretly loving this smell, it takes you back to your old party days in high school. 

“Ah! Y/N! Hana!” you hear a male voice call out. You both look and see DoHwi, Hana’s boyfriend, or what she calls, her “situationship”

He greets you both with a hug and gives Hana a kiss on her cheek. You can definitely tell he’s drunk. Him and Hana never display any kind of PDA unless one of them is drunk. Hana giggles and shrugs her shoulders in shyness. You gag and he jokingly punches you. You all laugh as he quickly grabs Hana’s arm and drags her into the crowd. “Wait-” you say until you realize they’re both already gone. You whine and make your way towards the plastic table where bottles of beer are laid out.

 You grab yourself a beer and start wandering around the house. After about 15 minutes of wandering, you decide to sit down. “Ugh… Why did I even come here.” you think to yourself until you feel a presence standing above you. “We’re playing spin the bottle. Wanna join?” a voice says in front of you. You look up and see a man with dark hair, dark almond shaped eyes and plump lips. You stare at him for a second and think to yourself for a moment. “Why not… I don’t think I’ve played since I was 17, let alone kiss anyone.” He cocks his eyebrow, “So?” You nod yes and stand up to follow him into another room, but this one is less crowded. You step in and count about 11 people. He shuts the door and walks to sit in the circle. You hesitate, but follow the strange man to the circle. 

About 25 minutes have passed. You have kissed about 5 people and have taken about 3 shots. During this, you learned that the strange man's name is Somun. You haven’t had your turn to kiss him yet, though you were yearning to. Now that you think about it, Somun hasn’t kissed anyone, he’s just been taking shots. 

“Who’s down to do 7 minutes in heaven for our last round?” Somun says, looking directly at you. You pretend not to notice and say nothing. “That sounds like fun! I hope it lands on me!” the girl sitting next to you says. Somun looks around the circle for everyone's approval and looks at you, waiting for your response. You nod a yes and Somun smiles, vigorously spinning the bottle. It spun for what felt like 5 minutes, but in reality was about 8 seconds. You close your eyes and just let the bottle spin. Suddenly the whole circle gasps and swoons. “Ugh, why'd it have to be her!” the girl next to you says in an annoying pout. “Wow, you got someone new, Somun! How lucky.” a male voice calls out. You slowly peek your eyes open and there lays the top of the bottle, pointing directly towards you. Your eyes widen and you look at Somun. He sits there with a smirk on his face, “Shall we?” he says, holding his hand out. The circle swoons again and you take his hand, getting up and heading towards the small closet. “I’ll set a timer!” someone shouts out. “No need.” Somun says, shutting the closet door behind you two. 

You can’t tell if it’s because you’re drunk or if Somun’s cockiness is really attractive. You two stand in the middle of the closet, not saying a word. The smell of alcohol growing stronger each second. Somun speaks up, “Why’d you drink so much? Were you waiting to kiss me?” you look at the floor in a blush and Somun grabs your chin and tilts your head so that you two are looking at each other. “Not gonna answer my question?” he asks. Before you are able to speak up, he slams you against the door, pressing his lips against yours. You kiss him back passionately. He pushes his knee between your legs, while deepening the kiss. You let out a light moan and continue to kiss him. He pushes your hair behind your ear and you grab a handful of his hair and tug. Somun lets out a low grunt and pulls away. You two catch your breath from your 5 minute make out session. You feel your legs shaking with desperation and look at Somun. He lets out that cocky smirk that you can’t get enough of, “Looks like time is almost up sweetheart.” You look down and he grabs your face once more, smashing his lips onto yours for the last time. 

You hear banging on the door, “Time’s up!” a voice yells out and yanks the door open. You squint at the sudden light and breath out. Everyone in the room stares at you and Somun and then starts bursting out laughing. “Look at his hair!” his friend calls out. You turn around and see that Somun’s hair is completely messed up, along with his flushing red face. You turn around and try to fix it in a hurry. He laughs and drops his head down. “You’re a good kisser, Y/N. Let’s do this again sometime.” He then walks past you and exits the room, while the circle forms again and the group starts playing again. You look at the door in disbelief; he’s such a douche, but for some reason you like it. 

You meet Hana at the door. “Where’s Dohwi?” you say through slurred speech. “He has to be at the piano academy tomorrow morning, so he left early.” she says. You nod your head slowly. “We should probably head home. You’re drunk and your hair is a mess. And why are your legs shaking?” she says in genuine concern. You say nothing and just nod again. Hana laughs and you two make your way back to your apartment. 

While taking your clothes off to get ready to shower, you notice a slip of paper fall out of your pocket. You drunking-ly bend over and look at the blurry paper. 

“Sorry for the rush. Let’s hang out again :) - Somun.” the note reads, with a number written at the bottom.

[ashecampos]

ANYONE BUT HER 5

JANIS IMI-IKE X FEM READER

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

Warnings - smoking, alcohol, drugs, swearing, cheating, mentions of anxiety. janis being adorable.

The POV switches between reader and Janis (I use — when I change the POV)

there will be more parts to this, make sure to re-blog and comment and I will get the next few parts up as soon as I can, happy reading lovelies

[with Damien and the girls]

"so how do we get the two lovers together?" Damien turns to cady who is sat next to him jotting down math problems, she looks up and shrugs at the boy. "hey look its Tess" she says as the other girl comes running over to the two, phone in hand, her arms flailing, she looks like a loony as she plops herself down next to the two. "you will NEVER guess what i just walked in on" she screams dramatically, making the other two friends cringe. Damien catches a glimpse of the photo she has opened on her phone and practically screams. "TESSA GEORGE no you did not" he hits the girl multiple times as the girl holds the phone up to his face, revealing what she indeed did walk in on just moments ago. "this may be easier than we thought then guys" cady interrupts the others screaming. "shh Janis is coming she cant know our secret plan" Damien hushes the girls just in time as Janis reaches the tree and sits down.

"that girl will be the death of me" she sighs but is nudged by Damien "girl shut the hell up, you have been hopelessly in love with her since middle school, and the time when she gives you an ounce of attention you try to back away and pretend to hate her guts." he glares at his best friend while Cady and Tess sit watching in shock

"you should totally tell her , yes Bea has fucked with her for years but i know that you are good for her and she is good for you. i wont let you dismiss your feelings for my best friend." the taller girl nudges her as she gets up, her phone ringing in her hand.

"how would i even tell her?" Janis says looking at Tess, which in turn earns a shit eating grin from the other three teenagers.

Tess laughs while looking at her phone "look I'm going to go grab miss dramatic from the principle's office, i will see you guys later and we will scheme" she smirks while picking up the call and walking away from the trio.

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"hey pookieee" i sing into the phone as i walk down the hallways looking for any of my friends and cautiously avoiding Shane or bea, wherever they may be lingering. "girl where are you? did someone leave you all high and dry in the bathrooms?" she asks in a mocking manner which made me laugh, earning a scowl from some random freshmen as i pass by them, i smile awkwardly back to them apologising. "nooo, i got called into Mr Duvall's office, meet me and ill spill the deets" i sigh into the phone, passing Regina who smiles at me. this school year has been so weird and its not even been a week.

turning the corner i see Tess, i hang up the call and she hugs me tightly. she abruptly latches onto my arm and drags us towards the doors to go outside onto the track field. we find a seat near the top of the empty bleachers and sit, taking out our lunch/snacks.

"right spill" she says while plopping a French fry in her mouth. "firstly, how did you get fries? secondly gimmie one then i shall tell you" i grin as she holds out a singular fry for me. i take it between my teeth and eat it before leaning forward ready to tell her my 'punishment' she waves her hands in a circular motion urging me to start talking as she shoves a few more fries into her mouth.

"okay so Shane, Bea and Jason came up to me in gym and Shane went to floor me but Janis pushed me out of the way. she's fine though, she wasn't touched. but because of that i kind of blacked out and went for him." i start explaining what happened but she points at me. "okay cute but I've been told what happened, but Janis tried to save you. Cute. plus that explains the bathroom" she laughs as i throw a piece of lettuce at her "gross, get your grubby veggie food away from me" she screams as it lands near her food, earning a cackle from me. "may i continue" i look at her smugly "yes yes but c'mon get the the point" she slaps my leg.

"so then he was like 'you have two options here, either you agree to this deal or your suspended' and he obviously didn't elaborate on said deal but i had no other choice" i say eating my salad while talking. "so what where your options?" she cuts me off "let me finish, he was like 'either i can suspend you or you must tutor Janis Imi-ike' so now i have to tutor her in gym, Spanish and drama" i say whilst pointing at her letting her know I'm done "so the deal worked out for you basically?" she points her fork at me with a shit eating smirk. "no it really didn't. Tess you don't understand, after you left the bathroom i ran from her." i put my head down, avoiding eye contact.

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[in the bathroom after Tess walked in on Janis and y/n]

"i totally just cockblocked yall" Tess shrieks happily before snapping a photo and running out of the bathroom. i look back to Janis being brought back to reality and panicking, i look away before grabbing my phone and bag before quickly turning back to her "i should probably go to see Mr Duvall before he sends out a search team, see you later" i look back at her, she nods and smiles a little as she picks up her own bag, throwing the paper towels in the trash.

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"YOU RAN? oh y/n seriously? you've been talking about her since that night you met her. and you fucking ran" Tess brings me back to reality by slapping my knee multiple times to get my attention. shrugging i continue to eat while she stares at me scheming "stop looking at me like that, yes i like her but i don't think she wants me like that" i try to justify my actions but she continues to stare at me, not saying a word. she grabs my hand as soon as we are done eating and drags me to the other end of the school, i see that we are headed in the direction of Janis, Damien and cady, i look at her with pleading eyes. "oh look what the cat dragged in" Damien speaks up first being the only one to click onto the fact that me and Tess came over, Janis looks over at me, her face going red before she looks back down at her cross stitch.

me and Tess sit down, Damien looks at me then back to Tess, smirking. those two will literally be the death of me with their scheming looks. "so little miss Joan jett, what's the news? how long are you suspended for?" the boy asks, making Janis' head shoot up, intrigued by the boys question and what i had to say about being sent to head office. "actually no, i made a deal" i smile proudly at the looks i get from the others, excluding Tess who already knew what happened. i look down at my phone and feel everyone's eyes on me "don't spare any details, what was the deal?" the boy pushes. i look at Janis and shake my head "hey can we talk for a second?" she nods and we stand up and walk over to a different tree "hey about earlier i-" she starts "the deal was that i have to tutor you" i smirk a little as she looks up at me a little baffled. "what do i need tutored in?" she laughs, her shoulders loosening a bit as she settles down, i lean against the tree and hand her the note Mr Duvall gave me to explain what the deal was, she takes a second to read it and scoffs with a hurt tone "drama? why do i need drama tutoring?" she looks up at me as if i should know which i shrug to "i know that's what i thought because you Janis Imi-ike are very dramatic" i point at her and she gasps "rude" she fakes being shot in the chest "heart-breaking even" i reply. she pulls out her phone, "our next class is Spanish right?" she queries, i nod "cool, sit with me?" she more demands than asks but regardless i agree.

we go back to sitting with the rest of our friends for the last ten minutes of lunch before the bell rang.

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we both sit down in the back of the classroom, the teacher smiling at us and greeting y/n in Spanish as she hands us some books, they keep a conversation in Spanish, the teacher laughing at whatever y/n is saying to her, the teacher, only say ten years older than us turns to me and smiles. "i assume you have been told about the tutoring programme that you have been placed in, y/n will be tutoring you in this and a few other classes to keep your grades up to ensure you don't fail" she then smiles at both of us and walks to greet other students who are still walking into the classroom. "what was that about?" i ask her while opening my book and looking down at the worksheet inside it. "she's friends with my dad" y/n shrugs "I've known her basically my whole life, don't worry she's really nice" the girl continues while she finishes the work sheet like it was something she's been doing for years "how are you so good at this, i don't get it" i laugh as she puts her pen down and looks over smirking as if it was meant to be obvious "Janis I'm Hispanic of course i know my language" she laughs as if stating an obvious fact, i just sat there staring at her, taking in her features, and her tanned skin. it was apparently obvious that she is Spanish but i just didn't notice or was too distracted to notice this major detail about the girl I've crushed on for like forever. just as the lesson is starting, the teacher is taking names. Tess and Aaron walk into the classroom, Aaron greets the teacher alike to how y/n did, Tess sits down who is followed by Aaron who sits next to her, y/n smiles at her best friend completely oblivious to what had just possibly happened. the teacher writes her name and class number on the board, everyone copies it onto their books, then the board shows a few questions in Spanish, a few words i recognise but the majority of them i don't have a clue on what they mean. i turn to y/n and she is nearly done with the work, she looks up and chuckles mouthing 'what' to me, i whisper "what the fuck does '¿Cómo estás?' mean?" i look at her while she laughs at me a little making me blush a little "how are you?" she asks me, i look at her, thinking she's joking "I'm not good, now tell me what it means" i whisper shout, she shakes her head "no that's literally what it means dumbass" she laughs while i write it down. and that's how the whole lesson went, me being confused and her laughing at me.

when the bell rang we all stood up, the teacher pulling y/n to the side to catch up, leaving me to wait outside of the class as y/n had told me to wait as we where going to our next tutoring session now. it took ten minutes for y/n and the teacher to bid their farewells, the two both walk out of the class and say bye to each other, y/n grabs my hand and turns me to face her with a mischievous smile on her perfect face "how do you feel about track?" she asks full of energy.

"when you said track i genuinely thought you where joking" i said out of breathe as she leads us to the athletics' field. she starts stretching, while i just stare, taking in the view, with it being golden hour, the sun it her skin perfectly and with what she was now wearing, her toned arms and legs flexed as she stretched and started jogging on the spot while looking at me. "if you don't start moving i will literally make you" she said with a hint of sarcasm "make me then" i say with a smirk, she shrugs and picks up her water bottle, taking off the lid and walking over to me. i quickly notice what she was doing and start backing away from her. she laughs as she gets closer to me. just as she gets a few inches away i grab the bottle and splash her with it. the freezing cold water drenching her head to toe. her white t-shirt turning see-through, showing her black Nike sports bra under it. she lets out a shriek while trying to pull the shirt over her head, when she gets it off i cant help but stare, while temporarily distracted she takes this opportunity to throw the rest of the water at me, along with her wet shirt, she laughs and runs off, i chuckle at her behaviour and take my hoodie off then run after her.

we end up on the 100m track part of the field and she is running backwards beside me, slowing down then speeding up when i catch up to her every so often. we do this for a good half an hour, making small talk "so are you doing the art show this year?" she asks, slowing down as we continue to run. "I'm considering it, are you planning on joining track? you would be really good at it" i say, trying my best to catch up to her again as she sped up a little. how she hasn't fallen over yet confuses me, but as I've learned today i don't know a lot about her.

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after two hours of Janis' constant complaining about running, we decide to call it quits for today, we sit on the field and she gets a phone call from Cady "Janis what do i do, Regina wants me to sit with her and the plastics at lunch for the rest of the week" to this Janis' face lights up, "oh my god this is amazing, you should definitely do it then report back to us telling us all the stupid shit they say" Janis continues to the girl, i try to keep myself entertained on my own phone as she convinces Cady to take up Regina's offer, my face drops as Cady says that she will do it.

heyy guys sorry again for the really short chapter,, i have terrible writers block, i will try write some more over the next week but i cant promise anyything as im at work until sunday now,, hope this was a good update,, sorry again lovelies <3

[alphabetboyluvr]

bad decisions | jjk - one

"Look what the cat dragged in," Jungkook grins towards his friends, all a little worse for wear. Bleary-eyed, they're smiling and joking, having come from dinner—which turned into drinks, and then more drinks, and then —"fuck it, fine."— clubs. Dionysus is always the final stop. They like the atmosphere. Like the free drinks even more. "You know us," Jimin grins at him in that sleazy way he so often does, which lets Jungkook know he's up to no good. "Where the pussy goes, we surely follow."

Bad Decision #1 - Purple Starfuckers

warnings: alcohol, clubbing

soundtrack: bad decisions - bts, passionfruit - drake, promiscuous - nelly furtado & timbaland

wc: 3.5k

bd total wc: 370k (on-going)

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"Don't think of it as a bad decision. Think of it as a lesson learned. Something to remember for next time."

The way Hoseok looks at you is borderline comical - face all scrunched up, mouth hanging ajar. He's scowling, but it isn't new. He's had a face like a slapped arse all evening. Kinda goes with the territory of a fresh break-up, mind you.

"You don't seriously believe that?" He scoffs, before swallowing his words down with the rum and coke that he's been nursing for the past fifteen minutes. It tastes like shit, and is far too strong - but he's the one who asked for a triple. No one else to blame.

The bartender had raised his pierced brow, told Hoseok that he's "not allowed to do that" - but had offered to make him a double and pour a separate shot, instead. "What you do with that shot is up to you," the bartender had shrugged - and so Hoseok had poured it straight on in.

You finish your own drink with a roll of your eyes and shake of your head. "What I believe is that she wasn't 'the one', Hobes. Was a lucky escape, if you ask me. She was fucking vile to me and Danbi."

"You guys just didn't get to know her proper-"

"Hobi, she wore white to Haeun's wedding," Danbi interrupted. Truthfully, she could not have cared less for how badly Hoseok's ex had treated her - it was when she started behaving badly around other people, embarrassing them in the process, that she started to take offence. If there was one thing Danbi had, it was pride. "WHITE! Who does that?! Poor Mina. She's a better woman than me. I'd have fought that bitch on the spot, right in the aisle. Don't care if it's my wedding day, when bitches deserve a slap-"

"Dan," you laugh but try and get her to quiet down, knowing that Hoseok is still reeling from the break-up. As true as her words are, he doesn't need to hear them right now. Turning to Hoseok, you stroke up his shoulder tenderly, with a soft smile on your glossy lips.

You didn't cover yourself head to toe in glitter just to sit in the smoking area of a shitty club all night. There's fun to be had.

"Look, Hobes, it sucks that things ended the way they did"—a screaming match over the price of asparagus in the middle of a supermarket, that was totally an argument about something more than that, but Hoseok is still in denial—"but not everything we lose is a loss. Okay? You've still got us."

Which is admittedly more than he deserves after how much of a shit-bag he'd turned into during the relationship. He'd go days, weeks - hell - sometimes months, without getting back to you. You and Dan had been fine - you had each other after all - but it still sucked not having your third musketeer with you.

"Now c'mon," you smile. "Get that drink down you, and get that pretty ass of yours on the floor. We both know you're dying for a good dance."

"I don't feel like it," he groans - but he downs his drink regardless, and is dancing to a noughties classic within five minutes.

You think it's Nelly Furtado - it is - but you're so drunk that you can't really place it. It's the kind of song that everyone knows; the kind of song that gets everyone's hips moving just right. Bodies are hot and sweaty, the clammy dancefloor a pit of sin. To you, though, it feels like heaven at that moment.

This is all you've wanted for months. You're holding Danbi's hands, Hoseok between the pair of you, unable to escape and not really wanting to, either. He's smiling, and it's the best thing you've seen all night.

The lights of the club beam down on you, pinks and blues reflecting the satin dress you're wearing. It's short, barely covering your ass, and silver. Picked out especially for a night like this; when attention is welcome, but not necessarily encouraged. You think you look like a trophy. Maybe someone will be lucky enough to win you. Maybe not.

From the bar, Jeon Jungkook thinks you look like a little disco ball.

He's wiping a tumbler dry, fresh from the glass washer, making most of the lull in customers coming to the bar. There are only three of them behind it, and it always makes Friday shifts feel that little bit more hectic.

Dionysus, a club just on the outskirts of the party district, is always busier on a Saturday, so he prefers Friday shifts. A relatively small club, it has only a single dancefloor and a bar area with a few seats. The back entrance leads to the smoking area, which is where he'd first noticed you coming from with your friends. There's nowhere to hide, really, in a club like this. If you're in Dionysus, everyone knows about it.

Especially the bartenders.

"What do we reckon," Yeonjun, the youngest of the crew, smirks at Jungkook as he nods towards you and your friends. "They all going home together, or what?"

A little air squeaks through Jungkook's lips as he purses them, trying to get a read on your little trio. The way you're moving your hips towards the dude in the middle certainly seems a little more than friendly. At least, if a girl he'd never met before was dancing with him like that, he'd take it as a good sign he was getting laid.

What makes it interesting is the fact that there are two of you. You in silver, another girl in black. Both pretty. Both incredibly different, but both captivating nonetheless. Like a pair of shooting stars, he thinks, cracking through the crowd at a vibrancy that could blind. Is a little confused as to how the fuck you aren't being pestered by other guys - doesn't complain though. Makes for a clear line of vision.

It's nights like these which make Jungkook wish he worked a normal job. He misses out on all the fun always being behind the bar, he thinks. Does also save him from making some bad decisions that he knows would surely haunt him. If anything, he should be thankful.

"Fuck knows," he simply says, closing the glass-washer and whipping the towel over his shoulder. "10,000 won says he's going home alone."

Yeonjun smirks. "You're on."

It's less of a bet for Jungkook. More of a manifestation. He likes watching you dance. Doesn't like the thought of you dancing with the dude by yourself. Doesn't like the idea of you leaving with him, either. Considers the fact that maybe you're not even interested in dudes, and that it's the girl you're holding hands with who you'll be leaving with instead. He's less intimidated by that - at least your disinterest in him would be preference based - but it's still not his favourite scenario.

It's not like he knows you, nor will he ever know you. He just likes to live in the what-ifs. They're always so much safer. Can't get rejected if you don't put yourself out there.

And so he carries on with work just like he should, serving the next punters who stumble to the bar. He pours them a water with their order, because lord knows they need it, and laughs when someone tries to pay for it thinking it's a vodka lemonade.

"On the house," he shrugs, letting their drunk minds believe it really is a vodka lemonade. Easier that way. Will get them drinking water, at least, even if just for a sip or so before they clock on.

You're laughing, a little out of breath and not entirely steady on your feet, as you head to the bar.

He'd been so busy with the last customers that he didn't even notice until he saw you using the bar to help steady yourself. You aren't looking in his direction, but up at the row of spirits behind him, trying to sus out what you fancy.

Your hair is dark, up in a ponytail with grown-out bangs framing your face. The makeup you've been wearing has faded, melted off from the heat of the club, but the glitter remains. You really do look like a disco ball, he thinks. It makes him smile.

"Hey, sorry," you beam towards him, eyes just as sparkling at the glitter dusted on your collarbones. He raises his brows, expression open, receptive, as he moves closer to the bar. "What's something that can get me fucked up but also tastes delicious?"

Oh, how he loves a challenge. He licks his lips and tilts his head to the side. "What do you qualify as delicious?"

"No passion fruit," you say almost instantly. "So no pornstars." And then you gag a little, to emphasise just how much you hate passion fruit.

"No pornstars, noted," Jungkook says as he pulls an imaginary pencil from behind his ear and pretends to jot it down on his palm. He looks back up at you, and doesn't bother fighting the way his teeth bite down on his bottom lip - why would he? You're giggling. He likes it. And he also knows you're probably drunk, so won't remember this interaction in the morning.

"Well, I mean, none of the drinking variety," you grin, tongue in cheek. "If you happen to know any of the human variety, send them my way."

He almost chokes on his own spit. The shock in his eyes has you laughing again.

"I'm joking, you idiot."

Although you kind of totally aren't. You haven't been laid in a while. You'll take anything with a pulse who is interested at this point.

"I knew that," he bluffs, and looks back down at his palm as if he's reading again. "Okay, so no pornstars - pornstar martinis. What else?"

"Don't like orange juice."

"Do you like anything?"

You like lots of things. So many things that your brain can't think straight, actually.

You like the way a tattoo is peaking out of his shirt sleeve. You like dancing with your friends. Being drunk. His smile. The way he's joking with you. The knowledge that Hoseok is probably doing the robot as you speak. Sunsets. The chain around the neck of the man in front of you. Those cute tiny straws he puts in some of the cocktails. Him.

But you narrow your eyes, and ignore your brain. "Alcohol."

He narrows his eyes right back. Purses his lips. Looks down at his fake notepad, then back up at you. "I think I have just the thing for you."

Reaching for the plastic cups which you know are reserved for water, you almost look offended. Does he not think you have eyes? Are too drunk to know he's giving you water?

He places it in front of you and smiles, lips together, eyes round - but still challenging you.

"It's water," you tell him, and he nods. No denial.

"Uh-huh. Cleanse your palette first."

"Are we fine dining?"

"We aren't doing anything," he assures you. He's on the clock. "But everything tastes like shit after a smoke, so if you wanna enjoy it, have some water."

Your brows furrow together, head tilting and then you're self-conscious. "Do I smell like smoke?"

You'd doused yourself in perfume and had been chewing on gum to hide it, but apparently not well enough.

Jungkook shakes his head, realising how much wider your eyes are. You don't seem as confident. You're not smiling anymore.

"No, no," he says quickly and nods toward your clutch, which is propped open on the side of the bar. A packet of cigarettes are sticking out slightly, a lighter tucked into the side. "I just guessed - sorry. I didn't mean to- I mean, no. You don't. Not at all."

You follow his gaze, and find yourself smiling. Small misunderstanding. That's all. But he seems just as panicked as you had been. It's sweet.

"Fine," you elongate your response and let your eyes narrow again, to let him know you're ready to banter again. "I'll drink it - but whatever you're making better be good."

"If you hate it, it's on the house," he says, knowing that you won't hate it. He sets about making your drink as you sip on the water, not really watching him because you're trying to focus on not falling over. Water actually seems like a great idea. You're thankful for it.

When Jungkook returns to your spot by the bar, he can't stop blinking. The glass of water - an entire pint - is finished. You're smiling, lips a little wet, eyes a little hazy.

"Thirsty," you shrug.

He checks your jaw to make sure it's not grinding, but it's perfectly still. Not a gram of MD - the drug of choice in Dionysus circles - in your system. You just really are thirsty - had been dancing all bloody night. He knows this, but he's naive to how hot it is down there. Hasn't actually been on the dancefloor himself in a while. Always working.

He accepts your defence, and holds up the shot in front of you. It's tiny, and pretty, all purple and shimmery.

Jungkook smiles. "Purple Starfucker."

The water you've just finished almost comes back up through your system. "Sorry?!"

"Purple Starfucker," Jungkook simply repeats. "Amaretto, peach schnapps, a little curacao and cranberry juice. Fucking delicious."

You do love all of those. It's the ideal drink for you. You've never had it before, but you know it's gonna be good. He places it down in front of you, but that challenging look is still in your eye.

He laughs a little. Can't figure you out. Has no idea what you're thinking. "What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing," you grin, picking the shot glass up by the rim and raising it slightly with a nod. "To Purple Starfuckers."

Jungkook nods back. Toys with his lip piercing, the tip of his tongue peaking out ever so slightly before he bites down on his lip. "To Purple Starfuckers."

From his peripherals, Jungkook can see Yeonjun leaning against the countertop at the back of the bar, watching him with a curious smirk.

Un-fucking-believable, Yeonjun thinks. Reckons Jungkook is trying to fuck with the bet. Trying to lure Disco Ball away. He doesn't hear the conversation, but he can read your lips - 'Holy shit? That's fucking delicious? How much do I owe you?' - and watches the way Jungkook shakes his head. Hands too. Shrugs. Bloody git is giving it to you on the house.

10,000 won ain't that much, but Yeonjun doesn't like losing. "Oi, Disco Ball. Get your friends"- he nods towards Hoseok and Danbi. -"We'll make you a round."

He ignores the way Jungkook's eyes burn into him, knowing that his shit-eating grin is enough to wind Jungkook up. They love each other really, but in a way you'd love a sibling. Fully capable of hating one another, too.

You glance up to Jungkook, almost as if you're asking his permission. You kind of are. You trust him. He's been kind. This other bartender? He's a bit louder. Far brasher. And he'd called you Disco Ball? The fuck?

Jungkook nods. Doesn't want you to leave, but equally knows the only reason you're looking at him like that - eyes all wide and innocent - is 'cause you're drunk. Doubts it would be the same if you were sober. When he comes to think of it, he'd rather you were with your friends. Safer that way. "Hurry. Before we get really busy."

And so you scurry off, running on the balls of your feet to avoid awkward heel mishaps. There's something endearing about it and it's almost enough to distract him from Yeonjun's taunts.

"If he doesn't take her home, I will."

"She's fucked," Jungkook tells him, voice stern, eyes still on you. Fucking around with punters isn't against the rules, but taking advantage of drunk girls? Yeah, not on his watch. Doesn't matter who it is. He's seen enough creeps and enough girls in tears because of them to know when to step in. "You're going nowhere near her."

"I clock off in an hour," Yeonjun reminds him. Jungkook's the one who's closing the bar tonight. "Plenty of time to play catch up."

Yeonjun - brilliant, blue-haired, and with enough boyish charm to seduce almost anyone - isn't a creep. He looks up to Jungkook. Respects him. Follows his lead. Would never take advantage of a punter. He just likes winding Jungkook up a little too much.

Jungkook ignores him. Doesn't put it past him. While Yeonjun likes to think he has values, Jungkook knows he's just as horny and desperate as the rest of the fuckers in the bar.

That's not to say Jungkook is discounting himself from the generalisation - he just actually does have morals. To some degree, at least.

You're on the dancefloor for no more than thirty seconds, dragging Hoseok and Danbi with you to the bar. They complain and moan - "but I love that song!" - though as soon as they're faced with a tray of shots, their moods shoot up. You go to pay Jungkook, but he shakes his head.

"On the house."

"You're trying to get me drunk," you accuse with a knowing smile.

"You're already drunk," he smiles right back. It's not his goal. It's a fairly quiet night. If anything, this is entertainment. Not like there's much better for him to be doing. Not until his friends drop by later, at least. "I'm just a nice barman."

Part of you wants to protest. He's covered in tattoos - his hands, the ones peaking from his shirt at the wrist and the neck - and has more piercing in his ears than you do. There's a stud in his brow, and a ring on his lip. It's his eyes though, that you think scream danger the most. They're deep and they're dark, and you know better than to trust them.

And yet when he smiles like that, your tummy feels all fuzzy in the same way that your head does.

"Well thank you Mr Nice Barman," you nod and curtsey, because that somehow feels appropriate.

"Jungkook," he corrects, before knocking his head to the side and nodding towards the dancefloor. "Go enjoy your night, trouble."

Not too much, though, he thinks to himself, but watches as you bounce back to the dancefloor with your friends.

The drinks were a small gesture, but one that he knows will have made a difference to their night. No skin off his back. He likes doing things like this. You're not the first, likely won't be the last - but he spends a lot longer than usual quietly observing you as you get on with your night. Doesn't notice the smile on his face.

Yeonjun does, though. Chooses not to say anything. Knows when to pick his battles.

Does warn him when he sees Jungkook's friends bundle in through the door, though. "Watch out boss. Same as usual?"

Jungkook nods, and Yeonjun sets about making a round of drinks for the usual suspects. Three Malibu and cokes, one rum and lemonade and four purple starfuckers. Jungkook'll make those. They're his signature.

"Speak for yourself," Namjoon snorts beside him, a little more sober than the others. Taehyung and Yoongi are engaged in their own conversation - something about the Samsung Lions and baseball strategy that Jungkook doesn't care much for. "Quiet night?"

"Look what the cat dragged in," Jungkook grins towards his friends, all a little worse for wear. Bleary-eyed, they're smiling and joking, having come from dinner—which turned into drinks, and then more drinks, and then —"fuck it, fine."— clubs.

Dionysus is always the final stop. They like the atmosphere. Like the free drinks even more.

"You know us," Jimin grins at him in that sleazy way he so often does, which lets Jungkook know he's up to no good. "Where the pussy goes, we surely follow."

"Fairly," Jungkook nods - which can only mean one thing. Same thing it means every week.

He'd always thought that by the time they hit their mid-twenties, they'd be over this lifestyle by now - but his friends like to make just as many bad decisions as he does.

"Round up boys," Jimin cheers, his voice booming above the bass of whatever noughties classic is on. "Purple Starkfucker time!"

Jungkook laughs. Shakes his head, rolls his eyes. Unfolds his defensive arms. Glances up to the crowd - but you're lost to the night. Maybe not forever, but for now, at least.

And so he just nods, and cheers along with them.

"Purple Starfucker time."

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[sourbinnie]

title -> antes de morirme pair -> ex!chan x gn!reader genre -> aaaaangst to fluff + non idol!au plot -> one lonely night for two dumb lovers words -> 1881 warnings -> smoking + drinking + drugs mentioned once + cursing lowercase intended

vámonos de aquí para no volver y si volvemos, que sea solo pa' hacerlo llover vámonos de aquí, no quiero esperar el cielo está en algún otro lugar

antes de morirme / c.tangana & rosalia

what was i doing here? i don't know.

i lost track of time when i was being dragged by my friends to this club. i didn't know how to manage my feet as i just kept on walking towards nowhere and expecting to find myself somewhere. i wanted to get out of my house so bad that when jisung brought up this solution, i just put on my shoes and ran with it. now i'm beginning to regret it, i never was the biggest fan of the smell of alcohol or the sweat in people's foreheads as they bumped into each other 'cause this clearly wasn't dancing. everything felt heavy, like there was no air going through my lungs and i felt myself get lost in the place, managing to lose every friend that i brought with me.

i could only hear mumbling, the beat of a track that went on & on but headed nowhere in the background. i kept getting glances of interest approaching my way but none of them were of interest to me. it's like i couldn't even think straight 'cause my mind always went to one person only, the one i was trying so hard to forget. i wanted to head towards the exit as soon as i entered the building but it's like i couldn't find it anymore. i was meant to loose up, i was supposed to have a good time (i wasn't). 

i'm also not the biggest fan of drinking but my feet took me to bar and i started ordering drink after drink. to the point where i had to cut myself off as i checked my phone's time and it was heading towards midnight and i could not stop. felt like an eternity just sitting there and watching people, not even talking to the bartender. in the crowd i counted couples making out, dudes that were drunk as fuck doing embarrassing shit, people smoking inside, all kinds of drugs splattered on the tables and chairs and more crazy shit that i did not dare to look up on google as soon as the night was over, i was better not knowing.

through the smoke and mirrors i found your shadow teasing me. i'm either really drunk or insane if i knew exactly that the shape that was made was you. the worst part is that i was right and i could not stop looking at you. you were insanely gorgeous, all dressed up like it was your party and all fresh & clean, looking your best while i was dying at my worst. 

you didn't look happy though, there was this one dude tugging at your arm. he looked insanely drunk and i was insanely confident in the fact that you did not like him one bit. all the alcohol was drained out of me as soon as i heard you mumble "let go" and it was over. somehow i found jisung & minho staring at me (like i wasn't looking for them all night long) and i just shook my head and pushed everyone out of the way just to head towards you. it was harder than i expected even though i saw you, i could not find it easy to go through so many fucking people. but i managed to do it and the look on your face was telling me that you did not expect me to be here. the guy tried to grab you again, harsher this time and this is when i lost all my self control as i grabbed his arm, pushing it away and giving him a punch in the face. i did not regret it one bit, no is no, not caring if it was too much. he was unconscious on the floor, maybe because of the punch or a mix of the alcohol or whatever, i could not give a single fuck. my focus was on you again and your shocked expression.

"chan what the fuck? i-." no words were coming out of you so i just grabbed your hand and through the crowd, the smell, the fogginess and the sickness of it all, i got you out. maybe i needed to escape the place more than you did since i did cause an absolute scene with horrified looks my way but again i did not give a single shit. "i don't know why you did that but... thank you".

"no problem, he was a douchebag and he deserved it." i said as i remembered that horrified look on you and that was enough to get me mad. the tension was growing again like i did the last time i saw you where all hell broke loose. i did not expect this to be easy, for a conversation to just flow so i just grabbed my pack of cigarettes from my pocket and looked for the lighter. "ah fuck, can't believe i forgot it."

"your lighter? how does this always happen to you?" you said as you chuckled at my clumsiness and reached in your pocket to find your lighter, using it to light up my cig. as soon as you did, you looked me in the eye and grabbed my hand like i did just before. "let's go somewhere else before someone from security finds you dumbass".

i didn't even think about that as we started to walk away, the night still young as i blew the smoke to the cold air. you were tangling your hand with mine and god did it feel so right. i couldn't explain the feeling of being this close again with you but i didn't want anything else right at this moment. it was so wrong to savor the moment while i could right? i knew we wouldn't be together after tonight. you would go home and i would go "home" as i did not like calling it that anymore 'cause you weren't there anymore.

"what have you been up to?" i ask like i don't stalk your social media every day and hope that you come back like a fool. 

"just the usual, tried to get away from the busy college life to end up here." you said sighing and stealing my cigarette, if it was anybody else i would've been mad but if it's you i would give you everything i own. "i hope you've been good, did you finish your album?"

right the one that now is all break up songs 'cause the lovey-dovey ones feel to happy and i'm not content with my life at all. that album...

"i think i'll wait a bit to release it, i'm working on a mixtape to let all my thoughts and feelings out." i said honestly and sadly. man the last thing that i wanted was pity but you could see how miserable i was just by seeing me from a far view. you just nodded and we kept on walking through the park we used to go, you tried to read your books and i played guitar for you to concentrate. it was our own little world and our way to go around things. god remembering hurt but seeing you by my side, it's like you numbed the pain away. "i missed you."

why the fuck did i say that? why did you laugh? it wasn't your usual laugh though, it sounded like a little broken chuckle that you couldn't control. 

"i would be lying if i said that i didn't miss you channie." you said, giving me a tiny smile and for the first time in months, i genuinely smiled back. "it's been really hard without you and i can't say i'm doing super well."

"honestly same." i said as i sat down in a bench and looked up. many city lights flowing but none of them compared to the stars above in the sky. and then again none of them shined as bright as (y/n). you sat down next to me as i looked up and then you did the same. laying your head on my shoulder as we once again held each other's hand. nothing could be better than this even if i became the biggest artist on earth, nothing would compare to the feeling that it is to be with you. "i just... i wish i could go back in time sometimes."

"what would you do?" you asked curiously and i just shrugged like it was obvious. "come on! i wanna hear it chris and maybe i'll let you know if i would do the same."

"i would spend more time with you than ever and appreciate that i had you, that there's nothing better than being with you and knowing that you're mine. i would want to cherish you, love you, accept who you are and not make you feel like the things you're doing or feeling are invalid. i wish i could go back just to say i love you once more and that i could not live without you because it's true, i have not been functioning without you by my side. i wanted to go out and forget you, yet here i am once again being reminded that falling in love with you is the best thing that ever happened to me." 

no words were spoken but the silence was comforting. i needed to let my emotions out, to let you know how i actually feel and not the angry words that i used that night against you. i wanted you to know this for the longest time and here we are once again.

"i could never hate you or forget you even if i tried to. even if i wanted to just do that, my heart will always belong to you and seeing you again, saving me from that creep as cliche as it is, made me realize that you're always gonna be the one to have my back, to defend me, to save me. i don't wanna be without you channie, i love you more than words can describe." you said slowly and softly, every word hitting me and making me realize that we both been fools when we decided to drift apart. trying to get back on my feet when all i needed was you and all you needed was me just makes me know that this is the moment and we should take it.

again the silence was there but this time i leaned in closer and so did you. i cut it off with a simple and light kiss but it suddenly turned desperate as the night shined and we both lost ourselves in the moment. i did not want to drift away from you, i did not want to let you go again but you broke the kiss immediately as you looked at me and laughed, i couldn't help but smile again genuinely.

"take me back?" you asked and i just shook my head because i should be the one asking you that, not you. "i know you wanted to be the one to ask but i did things wrong too channie and i broke us off."

"(y/n)... there's nothing i want more than to have you back."

and then i sealed it again with another kiss.

[crispbeigepages]

~Little Lovin' Under the Stars~

CW|Swearing, Drug & alcohol use

Little surprise gift for my fren @neohart!! Feeding ur brainworms homie

Lewis had found himself in a pickle.

There he was, sitting at a giant fancy-shmancy party held by his ex, a party he couldn't seem to weasle his way out of.

To chase some of the pain, he decided he was gonna get drunk off his ass for some semblance of a good time. His other savior was his partner in crime, Warren Glass.

Warren was as bright and eccentric as his striking ginger hair and quite playful to boot.

Both men looked extremely out of place amongst the highfalutin upperclassmen they were surrounded by. They felt just as much out of place themselves, given all the glares and whispered remarks about their dingy cowboy getup.

Lewis was currently on his third glass of whiskey, plain and neat, just as he liked it. Warren, on the other hand, was busy with snatching up his cigar.

He had quite the habit of taking Lewis's cigars and never once buying his own.

The redhead took a long drag of the stolen cigar with a grin on his face.

"Y'know Lewis, I sweat yer cigars are the best ones I ever had."

Lewis quirked a brow at the comment before sighing lowly.

"Y'aint had any other ones, smartass."

Warren let out a snort, his face scrunching as he snickered.

He took another drag before snuffing the cigar out, leaving the last half of it for Lewis to smoke later. The cowboy's eyes then landed on Lewis with a sly grin.

He was definitely plotting something.

"Heey Pardner~"

Warren's playful drawl was nearly lost in the sea of awful rich people music, the kind you couldn't stand unless you had a million bucks to shove into your ears to cover it.

Lewis shot Warren a glare.

"No."

"I ain't even said anythin' yet!"

"I know what yer gonna ask, no."

Warren's pout was a common sight to Lewis. Trying to look like a kicked puppy was his attempt at swaying Lewis in his favor.

It only worked some of the time.

"C'moon! Just one lil' dance wit yer precious pardner, Darlin'~?"

Lewis felt his face heat up at that nickname. Damn him and his flattery..

"Go find some other sorry sucker t'dance with, I ain't interested."

He crossed his arms and turned his head away from Warren lest that pout actually tug his heartstrings enough for him to cave.

Warren let out a whine.

"But none o' these stuck-up asshats are purdy enough t'dance with!"

Lewis made a mental note to not sit next to Warren in the future because he didn't think he could handle the way the other leaned against him, the feel of his soft hair brushing against his jaw gave him goosebumps.

"... If I say yes will ya shut the hell up?"

The way Warren's face lit up was a clear indication of his answer.

Much to his surprise though, Warren was dragging him away from the dance floor.

The redhead must've caught his confused look, judging by the grin on his face.

"I got a good spot away from these hoity-toity suckasses."

That seemed to be the only clarification Lewis was gonna get.

Soon the two cowboys snuck through a foliage filled hallway and out to a small balcony. There was a complete view of the whole town just below them, all the lights from the windows shining like the stars above.

Warren turned around to face Lewis with a playfully lopsided smirk on his face, holding out his hand.

"Care to dance with yer pardner under the stars?"

Lewis felt his heart flutter, practically trying to jump out of his chest. He knew Warren was a flirt by nature but this was a new level!

He hesitantly took the other's hand, feeling himself get swept away into a slow dance that encapsulated Warren as a person. It was sloppy, playful, and full of life just as the sunny cowboy was.

Their dance was in tune with the faint sound of the music inside to give it some semblance of rhythm between them. At the climax of the song, Warren dipped Lewis down with a smug look, fitting a deep red rose onto the blonde's hat.

"That blush o' yers looks real purdy with this here rose, Darlin'~"

Lewis was a lawful man, straight as a signpost, but damn if Warren's flirtation didn't give him the jitters.

"D-Don't butter me up now.."

Warren brought Lewis back up before twirling him close to his chest, merely inches apart.

"Now look atcha, I gotcha stutterin'!"

He looked way too smug for Lewis's liking.

Any further protest was silenced by the sudden weight of Warren's head on his shoulder, their dance now switching to a slow, romantic rhythm.

Their newfound silence was content and warm, finally giving Lewis a chance to breathe.

They continued to sway into the night to the tune of Warren's humming as if nothing else existed.

Lewis wondered when and where Warren had learned to dance like that.

That didn't matter, though, as Lewis began to come to a realization. Warren had managed to sweep him off his feet and now he'd finally found the word to describe it.

Love. It was love.

A smile etched itself onto his scruffy face, a rare sight that Warren was missing out on.

His quiet chuckle was the thing to finally break the silence between them, his breath dangerously close to the other's ear.

"What didja say 'fore about savin' too many horses?"

The playful whisper caught Warren off guard, turning his face bright as his hair. He whined out a protest that Lewis only laughed at.

Maybe this party wasn't so miserable after all..

[stevethehousewife]

Summary: Everyone knows that after a break up, Steve Harrington invites as many people over to his house as he possibly can. And every girl knows that if you want a chance to be with him, even for a night, going to a party like this is your best bet.

Chapter 1 - A Moment’s Pleasure

Carol’s idea of a mash up between spin-the-bottle and seven-minutes-in-heaven brings life back into a dwindling party that Chrissy was looking forward to concluding early.

She’s been the butt of a few mean girl jokes and some of the guys keep picking on her and talking about her like she’s some kind of piece of meat, but she’s dragged to the circle and sat down in a corner where the girls around her shuffle away and she’s left with twin gaps on either side of her that make it glaringly obvious she’s not welcome.

Doing her best not to call attention to it more than it already does itself, she forces a smile and crosses her legs, feeling self conscious when the guys start to join them.

With her jacket off, she feels weirdly naked and she considers going back to the door to get it, but then worries that it might just make this all worse. She keeps her hands in her lap instead and does her best to remain calm.

She barely glances up to see Steve Harrington coming in to take a seat on her left side, filling up some of the gap left behind. The girl on the other side of him moves over suddenly, trying to be closer to him until they’re touching arms, she’s shameless, but Chrissy gets it.

He looks incredibly good tonight even though he’s drunk, hair a little more free than it would be in school, a tight sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed up to expose his forearms, cheeks flush from the alcohol, and lipstick stains dusting along the right side of his neck, leading down to the collar of his shirt and disappearing underneath.

Chrissy ignores the girl on the other side, throwing desperate looks to Steve and trying to get his attention by pressing her chest out, but he’s too busy chugging down half of his beer to notice when she makes the attempts.

Her own cheeks warm nervously when he looks to Chrissy instead and she shares a look of thanks for filling the spot, Steve shrugging his shoulder in wordless response so she turns back to the middle with her hands still awkwardly resting in her lap as Tommy burns out his cigarette and lights another, offering it to Steve first.

She backs out of the way a little as they pass it in front of her and her nose crinkles with disgust.

To her shock, Steve offers it to her after he takes a drag and, as tempting as it would be to put her lips where his have touched, she declines because she’s… she’s desperate like the other girl, but she’s not that desperate.

He’s the only reason she agreed to this party invite in the first place.

Everyone knows that after a break up, Steve Harrington invites as many people over to his house as he possibly can. And every girl knows that if you want a chance to be with him, even for a night, going to a party like this is your best bet.

That’s how Becky and Tina and Laurie and all of the others before them got with him and that’s how Chrissy is determined to get with him too.

Only, she won’t be breaking things off after a week or two. She’s had the initials ‘CH’ scribbled and doodled on half of her notebooks for the last year for a reason, and she has no plans of ruining that by breaking up with him. She just has to get him to the point where he sees her like she sees him.

“Suit yourself,” he says and she watches him snuff it out instead of continuing to smoke it or offering it to the girl still pining for him on his other side.

He finishes his beer and reaches out to set it in the middle, sitting back and letting out a slow puff of smoke before glancing around, “Alright, who’s first?”

One of the girls that has been picking on her all night, Chrissy thinks her name is Amy, goes first and gets Tommy.

Chrissy barely knows the rules of the game, but she’s still shocked when Carol doesn’t get upset or throw a jealous look their way once they walk off together, Amy taking his hand as he leads the way.

“Do we wait?” another girl asks and Carol shakes her head.

“Nah, they could be gone for a while.”

Chrissy frowns in confusion, “Isn’t it just seven minutes?” she asks and a couple of the others turn to her with looks so cruel that she tries not to shrink in on herself.

“That’s a minimum, virgin,” Carol says and motions for Heather to spin the bottle, wolf whistling when it lands on Steve and she winks at him, rubbing her foot against the inside of his thigh from the angle she’s at and Chrissy’s eyes widen when it pushes inward against the front of his jeans, “Guess you don’t get me tonight, baby. Better luck next time.”

Steve rolls his eyes at her, his own gaze turning and following Heather as she stands up and steps over the circle. Chrissy watches her sink her claws into the front of his shirt and drag him up to his feet.

They’re both captains of their own swim teams and Chrissy’s pretty sure they’re also both summer lifeguards. She tries not to think the worst, but honestly there’s no girl here tonight more fitting in Steve’s circle than Heather Holloway. It doesn’t help that she’s beautiful, with dark eyes and dark hair, a soft face and a sweet smile. Any guy would be lucky to have her.

Any girl would be lucky to have him.

Chrissy watches after them as her stomach sinks and she looks away when Carol cackles.

“Guess you don’t get him tonight, either,” she says and Chrissy glances at her just enough to confirm that she’s talking to her, “Wait your turn like everyone else, princess.” Carol then reaches out to spin the bottle herself, looking up sharply to the guy sitting next to where Heather was, “I guess you’ll have to do.”

She grabs him and drags him off upstairs.

Chrissy stares down at the bottle and then to the other two girls, the three guys waiting, and smiles tightly, “Did you… want to go?” she asks the next who shakes her head, and then the third that does the same.

Right… so they’re all here for the same reason. And she’s literally just like every other girl at school.

They wait awkwardly for a few minutes before one of them finally folds and spins, and then her and one of the three guys left walk off together just as Tommy and the first girl join them again.

He sits down with a smug grin and glances at her, “Carol get Steve?”

She shakes her head.

“Good.”

Chrissy nearly lifts her brows at the response, but keeps it to herself, looking back down to her hands.

“Who’s next?” he asks and Chrissy’s just about to fold and reach for the bottle as well when Steve and Heather come back into the room and take their seats.

The collar of Steve’s shirt wears a little looser than it did before and there’s lipstick on his face that he’s still trying to swipe away, the ghost of a playful smirk on his lips. He’s a touch disheveled, even his hair is more messed up than it was before he left, but Heather… Heather is in complete disarray.

Half of her shirt is still completely untucked, her overshirt is missing and it doesn’t even look like she’s wearing a bra. Sweat teases along her hairline, her upper lip, clinging to her jawline. Her skin is flush, almost glowing, and she’s shaky when she walks, carefully sitting back down as she smiles and turns to talk to the girl next to her in a hushed voice as they giggle.

Chrissy watches her in stunned fascination as Steve reaches out for another beer, stopping when he sees her still sitting there.

“You haven’t gone yet?”

She shakes her head again, feeling her whole body warm just looking into his eyes.

“Spin,” he says and winks, “Maybe you’ll get me.”

“Please, you just got back,” one of the last two guys complains, “Save some for the rest of us, Casanova.”

“I don’t mind sharing,” Steve says, winking at the other guy too and Chrissy clears her throat, reaching out at last and spinning the bottle.

It takes everything inside of her not to squeeze her eyes shut, but the satisfaction she feels when the bottle slows and stops to the left of her left knee is unlike anything she’s ever felt before. Her whole body heats considerably and she looks over as Steve laughs out loud and meets her eyes, his darkening with intent before he stands up and takes her hand.

“Seriously?” Tommy says in annoyance as they step past him and Chrissy doesn’t bother to look back as a few of them complain, the sound of their conversation fading out as Steve leads her up the stairs.

A door opens to their right and the guy that Carol got stumbles back out into the hall, still buttoning his shirt as he looks over to them and makes a low sound of approval. His eyes move back and forth between them as Carol joins him in the hall, closing the door behind her as she fixes her hair.

Steve and Chrissy pass them and she looks over as well, giving Chrissy a dirty look as she crosses her arms over her chest, “Really? That’s unfortunate.”

Chrissy doesn’t let her cruel words get to her, not when she can feel the calm confidence in the hand laced with hers, Steve looking back to flip Carol off in response as they walk along the left side of the balcony to the far room on the right.

“This is my bedroom,” he says as he glances back at her and opens the door, holding it for her and then closing and locking it once she steps inside. She turns when she hears it, watching his hand move away from the knob, “I don’t trust her not to come in here and start shit.”

Her eyebrows rise at that, but she kind of gets it, Carol has seemed unusually jealous and territorial all night, but only to Chrissy. Carol didn’t make a single passing remark about Heather, who was in here just moments before. Honestly, she wants the door locked as well. It’s not like he’s going to do anything to her that she doesn’t want him to do.

She might even be okay losing her virginity tonight… maybe. If it could be anyone, she’d want it to be him.

She looks back around to the bedroom, taking in the striped walls, the low lighting, his unmade bed and the overshirt still there on the edge. She can visualize him atop her - Steve, on top of Heather - getting tangled up together, her hands in his hair, his hands between her legs. Maybe Chrissy should be disgusted by that, or annoyed by it, and most girls probably would. But she finds it endlessly alluring.

Instead, it makes her want him more.

She’s seen him with other girls at parties before and pressed her knees together thinking about it, doing her best not to say something out loud or try to join them or something equally embarrassing.

Chrissy’s still mid-thought when Steve turns and grabs her by the back of her neck, cradling her head as he pulls her in and kisses her. She half expects it to be hard, teeth and gnashing and painful, but his lips are soft and giving, parting to slip his tongue between hers.

There’s the ashiness of the cigarette he was smoking, the bitter taste of beer, but over both is sweet strawberry chapstick… Heather’s chapstick, and something else that she can’t quite place, but it zings right down through her when she thinks it might just be… Heather, herself, maybe?

Again, maybe she should be disgusted by it, but she’s not. It excites her, it makes her blood race. She knows who he is, what kind of guy he is, and she has never wanted someone as much as she wants him right now.

Chrissy tentatively reaches out, wanting to feel him or touch him in any way but being too nervous and unsure to close the small gap between them.

Thankfully, he does the hard work for her, moving in so that her fingers press into his shirt and she moves her hands down his chest, pressing in to feel all of him, dragging down and groping his stomach, his sides, his waist, touching every part of him that she can.

Steve pulls back to look into her eyes with this kind of otherworldly, wistful longing, something she’s always wanted to see from him but never thought she would.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he says before he leans in to kiss her again and she feels her heart start to race, hands shaking with excitement. That he’s been wanting this as much as she has. It’s unreal, it’s unbelievable.

He leads her towards the bed and climbs over her as she lays back, one hand moving down to push under the front of her shirt. Chills run along her skin as he touches her stomach, his palm rough and warm, dropping down quickly and rubbing between her legs.

Chrissy’s never even thought of touching herself there, let alone someone else doing it for her. Her breath catches and she arches against his fingers.

She starts to push her hands up his shirt but he stops her and guides them back down, she tries to unbuckle his belt but he stops her there too, and then he pins her hands up above her head and shifts his body, spreading her legs and settling between them as he rocks his hips into her.

It’s not sex, but it might as well be for how it makes her feel, how her body reacts to the stimulation.

His lips move down her jaw, to her ear, to her neck, his right hand snapping the button on her jeans and pushing down into them, under the hem of her panties and lower. It all happens so fast that she doesn’t even have time to think of stopping him, let alone acting on the thought.

Chrissy’s cheeks flush, a little embarrassed. She knew she wanted a chance to get him to see her at all tonight, but she hadn’t anticipated-although maybe she should’ve, knowing his history, knowing the things she’s heard about him.

She doesn’t stop him though, even now. She may not have been ready and might be a little in over her head, but she’s too curious, she wants to know what so many of the girls in school already know.

“Steve,” she sighs out when he rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves with the tips of his fingers, her legs clenching as she stares up at the ceiling.

He moves back up into her view and their eyes meet, his eyes searching her face as his fingers move, flicking back and forth, teasing, like he’s testing her or something.

“Can I go down on you?”

She blinks in disbelief, “... What?”

“Can I eat you out?” he reiterates, “I won’t even pull your pants off, I could do it just like this,” he makes a motion with his hand, “Let me. I-... please. I know I can make you feel good.”

She wants to tell him that he’s already doing that, that whatever he’s been doing with his fingers feels amazing as it is, but the way he asks… like she would be doing him the favor. And she wants to feel it, if it’s better than this-

“Okay,” she says, her voice smaller than she means for it to sound.

Steve’s expression sobers a little, mouth snapping closed before he asks, “Are you sure?” Chrissy nods, “I need you to say it, I-I want-... if you don’t want this, that’s okay. I’ll stop. It’s okay if you’re not ready.”

“I want it,” Chrissy says, feeling her cheeks warm at his concern as he starts to pull his hand back and she grabs his wrist to stop him. Who would’ve thought? “Please.”

He softens again and smiles, “Alright, you won’t regret it, I promise,” he says before he moves back down and, true to his word, he doesn’t push her jeans down much lower than they already are.

His chin rests against the end of her zipper as his tongue swipes down between her lips and Chrissy shudders the moment she feels it, warm and wet and quick, dragging over her in weird movements that send tingles coursing through her.

Chrissy tries to look down at him, her nervous fingers touching his hair to try and comfort herself before she realizes what she’s doing, “Sorry,” she says, pulling her hand away but he reaches up and guides her back to his hair.

She meets his eyes again and then starts to gently explore once more, running her fingers through the short, soft strands of brown as he goes back to what he was doing.

“Oh, Steve,” she sighs when his mouth closes over her skin and those almost subtle tingles start to pull, drawing down. His tongue dips from time to time, curling inward before coming back up as he sucks, one hand pressed flat to her stomach and the other holding her hips down.

There’s so much pleasure that it’s almost painful, that she gets the sensation that it’s all building up to something she won’t have control of if he doesn’t stop but she can’t get a word out to warn him. She can only hope that whatever is happening to her is intentional on his side because Steve doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up for a second. He just keeps going as the pressure in her builds to the point of bursting.

She clenches her legs, her jaw, her fists in his hair, and then she explodes.

It feels like something between breaking a high fever and pushing through the last lap of a race, exhausting and exhilarating all at the same time. She feels nothing but bliss for the next minute or so, however long, it’s honestly hard to tell.

Her head swims as Steve buttons her jeans and comes back up, combing her damp hair from her face and leaning in to kiss her again as she looks at him in disbelief and smiles numbly, “That was… amazing.”

“Told you that you wouldn’t regret it,” he says as he tugs her jaw up, kissing her again and her arms start to reach up to touch his face when she realizes why Heather looked the way she did when they came back down after their seven minutes were up.

And he kissed her after that.

He kissed Chrissy after doing that to another girl, after-and he could’ve used his hands, she supposes, but there was that other flavor she couldn’t place when they first started kissing.

Her whole body pulses at the thought and she drops her hand between her legs to shift against her fingers as she kisses him harder, his hips coming down to grind her hand between them and build on the pressure already stirring back up in her.

Steve’s lips break off from hers, eyes dropping back down and he chuckles, “I was just gonna keep it at that,” he admits, looking back up to her, “But, if you want, I could do it agai-”

There’s a sharp, sudden knock at the bedroom door and they both startle.

“That’s seven minutes, lover boy,” Tommy says from the other side, “Get back out here before the rest of us get bored.”

Steve rolls his eyes and stands back up, offering Chrissy his hand and helping her from the bed, “Sorry about him.”

“It’s okay.”

“He’s the worst.”

Chrissy smiles and shrugs, leaning up on her toes to kiss him on the cheek, “He’s worth it if it means I get to spend more time with you.”

Steve stares after her as she walks past him and heads for the door.

She can feel him following after her and then his arms come around her from behind, reaching out to unlock the door as his other hand rests on her stomach, his lips against her ear, “What if we just let them get bored?”

Chrissy stops and looks to him in surprise.

“We can go down after they leave,” Steve adds, “I don’t need to humor them for the rest of the night when I’d rather just be up here with you.”

His hand drops down between her legs, rubbing her through her jeans and she drops her body back against him, turning her head to find his lips and he kisses her, leading her back to the bed.

The full fic was already posted on Patreon and now on AO3. For full releases at once, you can go here. Otherwise, I post semi-sporadically here and on AO3.

[miioouu]

15-Threesome: Bakugo Katsuki and Tsukishima Kei.

       Who doesn't love Halloween? It's the perfect occasion to let go of reality and become someone new, from a totally different universe too. The perfect occasion where people show their interest, their true personality, where worlds collide. 

      So it wasn't really a surprise to you seeing so many people dressed as movie characters, book characters, and whatnot. But what truly caught your attention, were those two boys on the opposite sides of the room. Both blond and a scoff decorating their faces, they're so in character it made you smile a little. You're kind of surprised that you're seeing people dressed as your ultimate favorite anime people; Tsukishima Kei and Bakugo Katsuki. You definitely have a type: blond boys with a temper, to keep the description short, but why you truly loved them is for what's going on deeper; when they put their mind to something, they'll do whatever to achieve their goals, stubborn and ambitious, kind of just like you. 

       And your aim tonight was to get one of them, or both really, you wouldn't mind. So all night long you kept your eyes on them, watching as they moved and rejected the people around them, and whenever they caught your gaze, a flirtatious smirk would make its way to your lips, causing both of them to scoff, but you were observant, and saw the way their cheeks reddened more and more each time. It wasn't hard to get them close to you, one was sitting next to the bar, perfect place, you'll bump into him anytime you need more alcohol in your system, mutter a sweet apology as you'd get more and more handsy throughout the night. And the other was leaning against the wall next to the balcony, you don't smoke, but that doesn't mean you won't pretend to, searching in your bag for one as you made your way to the door for fresh air, every single time, you'd brush against him, closer and closer, you'd maintain strong eye contact as you'd walk by. 

      It's not until the end of the party that they both approached you, Tsukishima first. Hands in pockets as he leaned down, face mere inches away from yours "I could tell you don't smoke, you're not that sly you know?" You smiled innocently, your hands coming to rest on his shoulder as you tried to pull him down, but an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you slightly away from the taller man. "I don't like it when others try to get in my way, you know?" The sentence aimed more at your partner than you, but the situation itself is making it harder to breathe, the tension becoming too heavy. But that was your goal all along, and you can't believe it's actually working."I can be both yours if you don’t mind?" Silence rested between the both of you before the volleyball player sighed deeply, taking both of your hands, and dragging you two outside. 

"Where are we going?" The hero asked nonchalantly, though obviously impatient to get some action, "I live pretty nearby, come over?" You stated with a batting of eyelashes, knowing you didn't need much to convince them both. The walk there felt like eternity, the tension, the impatience and the anticipation is making it hard to keep calm, your footsteps loud and fast against the pavement, once you finally reached your apartment, you were breathing heavy, either from the physical exercise you just did, or simply because of lust, you didn't know and you had half a mind to think about it right now.

     The bang of the door closing echoed around the room, both men wastes no time to attack you with their lips. Surprisingly no fighting for dominance, Bakugou's lips crashed against yours, his tongue darting and licking your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and even though you didn't want to give it to him, when his rough hands got their hold on your hips, pressing you tightly against him, you couldn't fight the gasp that you let out. Kei was being more gentle, or more sensual let's say, his lips were on your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin and leaving red and blues to mark you as his. His bulge was pressed tight against your ass, he groaned every single time you’d move, you’d grind against him, his pants were becoming too tight and he’s genuinely about to lose it. He’s not the only one either, but the ever so loud boy didn’t dwell in his misery, instead, he was quick to take your shirt off for you, throwing it somewhere around the room, his mouth found purchase between the valley  of your breast, thanking whatever god above that you weren’t wearing a bra. He continued his mean to one of your nipples, his pink muscle flicking it, licking it and sucking at it. Your moans are soft and breathy, and even more desperate than before now that Tsukishima’s finger found your other nipple, twisting and tugging at it until it became erect, and without even meaning to, they were in sync; as soon as Bakugou’s mouth left your right one, he moved to the left, letting the taller boy switch side, always keeping you satisfied. 

        Although they had to do more than that in order to satiate you. “Please, more. I want more.” It’s like the switch flipped inside them, remembering that there’s so much more they still need to explore. Swiftly, you were turned around, now facing the salty boy. Your hands flew to land at the base of his nape, your fingers playing with the short hair, as his played with the hem of your skirt. Slowly, and agonizingly so, he pushed it down your legs, taking the soaking lace panties with them. Both men were left staring at your folds, glistening under the soft yellow light above you. “Prettiest pussy I’ve seen.” His voice is calm compared to the character he was portraying, the spikey blond guy couldn’t keep his hands to himself, his arm wrapped around your waist, his hand coming between your thighs, spreading your folds apart before one of his thick fingers dived in, pumping in and out of you. If it weren’t for the mouth pressed against yours, swallowing every moan and whine, you’re sure you would’ve woken up your neighbors. Tsukishima kept moving his lips moving against yours, his tongue going on an adventure inside your wet cavern, exploring every nook and cranny inside, and every now and then, his lips would wrap around your wet muscle, sucking on it. In the meantime, Katsuki inserted another finger in at that point, his thumb circling around your clit. With all the stimulation going on, it’s truly no surprise how fast you came. Your nails digging into the volleyball player’s shoulder, pulling you close as you reached your high, keeping yourself steady as you felt your legs turn into jelly. 

         But what’s one orgasm? The two men are very similar, even when it comes to their sexual opinion; one orgasm isn’t enough, if the room is stinking up of sex, there must be something wrong. Now it’s Kei’s turn to dig his nails into your shoulder, pushing you down to your knees before exchanging looks with the other blond. Katsuki isn’t dumb, he quickly realized what the other was insinuating, so he too went down his knees, before pushing your on all fours. His hand found their place in your hair, pulling at the root so you can watch as the blocker took off his pants, before shoving his oozing dick into your face, a silent order that you will undoubtedly oblige. Your tongue darted out, licking at the tip and tasting him, moaning at the flavor. Too occupied inching him into your throat, you didn’t hear the explosive boy unzip his pants, catching you off guard as you felt something hard pushing through your folds. Teasing you, and himself, as he thrusted himself between your lips, making sure to nudge the head against your clit. Still sensitive from your previous orgasm, your body twitched, squirmed under them. But enough is enough, as much as he loved hearing your muffled begs, Bakugou was about to break himself. Grace was never his forte, in one thrust, he shielded himself completely inside you, and set a rough pace from the start. The force of his thrusts made you rock back and forth, choking on Tsukishima’s member, your gagging echoing around the room, mixing with the men’s groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. His pace became even faster, erratic even, Kei’s hold on your face kept you from moving, he wanted more and the only way to get it is if he did it himself, fucking your throat like a fleshligh. It’s obvious who’s the first one to succumb to the pleasure, with both man using you like their personal fuck toy, you couldn’t contain it anymore, your back arching as your cunt pulsated around the blond’s dick rapidly, your vision turned white as your moans vibrated through the taller man’s body. Your frantic contractions triggered Bakugou’s orgasm, his hands held your hips, so strongly you’re sure it will leave bruises for the next few days, he nestled deep inside before rope after rope filled you up to the brim. What pushed Tsukishima off the cliff was the sight of your mixed cum dripping down your thighs, pulling on the floor, his warm liquid shooting you to the back of your throat,making you choke on him. 

       It took you all a couple of minutes before you’re able to see straight again. You’d be lying if you said that wasn’t the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. And you’re stubborn, you’re ambitious, now that you have had a taste of them, you know you’ll be craving for more, so with no hesitation you spoke up “So can you take your costumes off now? I wanna know who truly made me feel so good.” Silence echoed in the apartment as both of them gave you the most genuine confused, quizzical look you’ve ever seen “What costumes dumbass? I hate this whole Halloween shit, so childish.” 

[ickymichi]

that boy is mine.

line up: matsukawa issei, kuroo tetsurou, tendou satori

warnings: jealousy, swearing, that's it i think? implied alcohol consumption (in issei's). mentions of eating (kuroo's & tendou's)

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matsukawa issei

the club was somewhere you and your friends likes to call your second home. nearly every second weekend the three of you would be seen there. sometimes all staying together, other times it'd just be you and issei while makki wandered off to find his fill for the night. tonight it was the opposite. kind of. you and makki where sitting at a table while your boyfriend said he was going to for a smoke. usually he'd only be gone for 10 minutes max, but it'd definitely been longer and you started to get worried-even though your 6'3 lover could most definitely defend himself. "im going to look for issei, you coming?" leaning into makki's ear so he could hear, your pink haired friend shook his head and said he's gonna go look for someone.

not so stumbling, but definitely not walking straight you made your way to the smoking area to investigate the case of your missing boyfriend. even though the place was packed it wasn't hard to spot issei, his frame towering over most the people there.

and when you spotted issei, you also seen a person who you've neverseen before, deep in conversation with him and a hand on his arm where yours usually rests. some may say it's the alcohol, others will just say it's the rage surging through you over seeing someone that close to your man. in just a few strides you were by issei's side, arm around his waist and the best fake smile you couldmuster sitting pretty on your face. "hi sei i was getting worried, couldn't find you in there. ah, who's this?" once your gaze met theirs the smile dropped, as did theirs that they previously put on. "oh sorry baby, this is uh, what was your name again?" seeming genuinely confused or he was just a good actor issei looked expectantly at the girl. "it's alex, i told you like five minutes ago." seeing the disappointment slowly spread across their face you ducked your head into issei's side to stifle the small laugh that bubbled up. "ah yeah alex, well this is y/n, my-“ "partner, his partner." you cut him off with a smile without looking away from, who you learned was alex. "yeah, so i guess we better go back inside, makki's probably lonely in there" without letting either of them say goodbyes you dragged issei back through the door.

"need to put you on a leash i swear." even over the loud music issei could still hear you and laughed while heartedly at your comment. "hey it's not my fault, i guess i'm just too tall, dark and handsome."

tendou satori.

you'd think with his long limbs tendou would be quick with everything he does. and usually he is, so that's why your so confused as to why he's been gone to pick up your takeout for nearly 15 minutes. you'd sent him a few texts asking if he's okay and if there was a problem with the food. but no reply. deciding you'd try call him and if he didn't pick up you would go see what's up. and once you heard the sound of his enthusiastic voicemail you hung up and swung the car door open making your way to the small shop. but before you got in you saw the familiar sight of a bald shaved red head being thrown back with laughter.

sighing with utter relief you approached—who you hoped was satori, but who else could it be—him to see what was the hold up. once close enough you saw he was laughing along with someone you never seen before in all the time you've spent in paris. "satori? there you are. i was getting worried." turning his head quickly satori was quick to involve you in this humorous looking conversation. “y/n! sorry about that, i got caught up talking to jesse here." glancing at the person to his left you gave a tight lipped smile, to which they gave the exact same back. insinuating you're both thinking the same thing right now. bitch. "oh well that's nice but our foods getting cold baby." maybe it was just your eyes but you swore you saw their eyebrow twitch at the use of the pet name. "oh yeah our food! sorry jesse but i've got to go, it was nice meeting you!" tendou said his farewells as you led him to the car.

once in the car tendou sat staring at you with a mischievous grin on his face. "what?" you quipped while double checking the food. "oh nothing, just," he sniffed the air, nearly like a dog that smelt treats. "just a strong smell of jealousy in the air." seeing your face fall into utter had satori barking out a laugh brought tears to his eyes. "your stuck with me babe no need to worry"

kuroo tetsurou

many times over the course of your relationship with kuroo, you've been told by countless men and women alike that he's just oh so handsome, and of course, you agree everytime. because even though he's smug about it, you can't deny how perfect all his features are. and because he's just so handsome, it's not new to see a woman probably twice his age hanging out of his arm. it happens all the time. so much that you got used to it, but seeing the gorgeous men and women that would line up just to talk to your lover created an ugly pit in your stomach.

and of course the pit returns when you come visit him at work with food for you and him to eat on his break, a ritual you have. the older co-worker sitting on his desk, any closer to him and she would fall into his lap. on any other day you'd knock on his office door,

but all you could see was red so knocking was not an option. "tetsu." quick and sharp, you called your fiancé from your place at the door. kuroo quickly looked over the woman's shoulder to see you standing, and you swore you could see a flash of relief on his face. "y/n!, i was waiting for you all morning, i missed you real bad today." as he spoke with a kind of urgency, the cause of your irritation slowly turned to look at you, brow raised at lip curled "oh? who's this tetsurou?" you walked slowly into the room, approaching the desk where the two sat and stopping infront of a picture frame. a frame that held a picture of you and kuroo the day he proposed. "his fiancé, i swear i remember meeting you at the event last week, i couldn't forget a face like yours" their eyes flicked from the frame, to your ring, your eyes then landed on kuroo, who was desperately trying to hold back a smile. "oh yes of course," they laughed, "of course i remember, he was just so happy when he told all of us." beats of silence followed their response. the wide smile on their face falling. "well, that's nice but this food smells too good to be sitting here, so if you'll excuse us id like to have lunch with my fiancé." they didn't even answer you or bid farewell, the woman had just fled the room in haste.

"baby, you don't know how grateful i am, you saved me from listening to them for another hour." kuroo sighed a breath of relief while taking your hands into his. "that's what i'm here for my love, anytime you need me to fight off your countless admirers, just give me a call.?"

[mdmakki]

that boy is mine.

line up: matsukawa issei, kuroo tetsurou, tendou satori

warnings: jealousy, swearing, that’s it i think? implied alcohol consumption (in issei’s). mentions of eating (kuroo’s & tendou’s)

remember: set in timeskip, ageless and blank blogs dni or ur blocked.

note: it’s embarrassing how long it’s been since i posted and how long this has been in my drafts. but another jealous hc post cause ima sucker for them. but enjoy lol :p.

mdmakki 2022. reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated. do not repost or modify on this or any other platform.

╰┈➤matsukawa issei

the club was somewhere you and your friends likes to call your second home. nearly every second weekend the three of you would be seen there. sometimes all staying together, other times it’d just be you and issei while makki wandered off to find his fill for the night. tonight it was the opposite. kind of. you and makki where sitting at a table while your boyfriend said he was going to for a smoke. usually he’d only be gone for 10 minutes max, but it’d definitely been longer and you started to get worried—even though your 6’3 lover could most definitely defend himself. “im going to look for issei, you coming?” leaning into makki’s ear so he could hear, your pink haired friend shook his head and said he’s gonna go look for someone.

not so stumbling, but definitely not walking straight you made your way to the smoking area to investigate the case of your missing boyfriend. even though the place was packed it wasn’t hard to spot issei, his frame towering over most the people there. and when you spotted issei, you also seen a girl who you’ve never seen before, deep in conversation with him and a hand on his arm where yours usually rests. some may say it’s the alcohol, others will just say it’s the rage surging through you over seeing someone that close to your man. in just a few strides you were by issei’s side, arm around his waist and the best fake smile you could muster sitting pretty on your face.

“hi ‘sei i was getting worried, couldn’t find you in there. ah, who’s this?” once your gaze met hers the smile dropped, as did hers that she previously put on. “oh sorry baby, this is uh, what was your name again?” seeming genuinely confused or he was just a good actor issei looked expectantly at the girl. “it’s lilly, i told you like five minutes ago.” seeing the disappointment slowly spread across her face you ducked your head into issei’s side to stifle the small laugh that bubbled up. “ah yeah lilly, well this is y/n, my-” “partner, his partner.” you cut him off with a smile without looking away from, who you learned was lilly. “yeah, so i guess we better go back inside, makki’s probably lonely in there” without letting either of them say goodbyes you dragged issei back through the door.

“i need to put you on a leash i swear.” even over the loud music issei could still hear you and laughed while heartedly at your comment. “hey it’s not my fault, i guess i’m just too tall, dark and handsome.”

╰┈➤tendou satori.

you’d think with his long limbs tendou would be quick with everything he does. and usually he is, so that’s why your so confused as to why he’s been gone to pick up your takeout for nearly 15 minutes. you’d sent him a few texts asking if he’s okay and if there was a problem with the food. but no reply. deciding you’d try call him and if he didn’t pick up you would go see what’s up. and once you heard the sound of his enthusiastic voicemail you hung up and swung the car door open making your way to the small shop. but before you got in you saw the familiar sight of a bald shaved red head being thrown back with laughter.

sighing with utter relief you approached—who you hoped was satori, but who else could it be—him to see what was the hold up. once close enough you saw he was laughing along with a girl you never seen before in all the time you’ve spent in paris. “satori? there you are. i was getting worried.” turning his head quickly satori was quick to involve you in this humorous looking conversation. “y/n! sorry about that, i got caught up talking to mia here.” glancing at the girl to his left you gave a tight lipped smile, to which she gave the exact same back. insinuating you’re both thinking the same thing right now. bitch. “oh well that’s nice but our foods getting cold baby.” maybe it was just your eyes but you swore you saw her eyebrow twitch at the use of the pet name. “oh yeah our food! sorry mia but i’ve got to go, it was nice meeting you!” tendou said his farewells as you led him to the car.

once in the car tendou sat staring at you with a mischievous grin on his face. “what?” you quipped while double checking the food. “oh nothing, just,” he sniffed the air, nearly like a dog that smelt treats. “just a strong smell of jealousy in the air.” seeing your face fall into utter had satori barking out a laugh that brought tears to his eyes. “your stuck with me babe no need to worry”.

╰┈➤kuroo tetsurou

many times over the course of your relationship with kuroo, you’ve been told by countless men and women alike that he’s just oh so handsome. and of course, you agree everytime. because even though he’s smug about it, you can’t deny how perfect all his features are. and because he’s just so handsome, it’s not new to see a woman probably twice his age hanging out of his arm. it happens all the time. so much that you got used to it, but seeing the gorgeous men and women that would line up just to talk to your lover created an ugly pit in your stomach.

and of course the pit returns when you come visit him at work with food for you and him to eat on his break, a ritual you have. the older woman sitting on his desk, any closer to him and she would fall into his lap. on any other day you’d knock on his office door, but all you could see was red so knocking was not an option. “tetsu.” quick and sharp, you called your fiancé from your place at the door. kuroo quickly looked over the woman’s shoulder to see you standing, and you swore you could see a flash of relief on his face. “y/n!, i was waiting for you all morning, i missed you real bad today.” as he spoke with a kind of urgency, the cause of your irritation slowly turned to look at you, brow raised at lip curled. “oh? who’s this tetsurou?” you walked slowly into the room, approaching the desk where the two sat and stopping infront of a picture frame. a frame that held a picture of you and kuroo the day he proposed. “his fiancé, i swear i remember meeting you at the event last week, i couldn’t forget a face like yours” her eyes flicked from the frame, to your ring, your eyes then landed on kuroo, who was desperately trying to hold back a smile.

“oh yes of course,” she laughed, “of course i remember, he was just so happy when he told all of us.” beats of silence followed her response. the wide smile on her face falling. “well, that’s nice but this food smells too good to be sitting here, so if you’ll excuse us id like to have lunch with my fiancé.” she didn’t even answer you or bid farewell, the woman had just fled the room in haste. “baby, you don’t know how grateful i am, you saved me from listening to her for another hour.” kuroo sighed a breath of relief while taking your hands into his. “that’s what i’m her for my love, anytime you need me to fight off your countless admirers, just give me a call.”

[hansensgirl]

you better not shout, better not cry.

summary. | they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.

pairings. | Dark!Sebastian Stan x Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader, Dark!Charles Blackwood x Reader, Dark!Chris Evans x Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader, Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber x Reader.

warnings. | NONCON/DUBCON, gang bang, eight-some, (forced and not forced) drinking, manipulation, coercion, dark themes, crimes, threatening, slight angst, mentions of cheating, age gaps, Daddy kink, Sir kink, power dynamics, boss/employee relationships, face fucking, oral (m receiving), dom/sub, finger sucking, degrading, praise, humiliation, voyeurism, fingering, double penetration, cum marking, facials, anal, unprotected sex, cream-pie kink, slapping, spanking, smoking, choking, hair pulling, manhandling, + more. 18+, DARK FIC.

word count. | 13k.

authors note. | merry christmas/happy holidays! please be wary of the warnings, and have yourself a merry christmas and/or a great day! don’t use my gif without permission, and don’t forget to read and reblog because i worked so hard on this. IF YOU’RE INSPIRED BY THIS FIC OR WANT TO USE A SIMILAR PLOT PLEASE MESSAGE ME FIRST OR ELSE YOU’LL BE BLOCKED. love you all sm! also gonna be submitting this to my bb @mypoisonedvine’s festive holiday challenge! (ty for beta-ing and putting up with me).

Make my wish come true… All I want for Christmas is you…

A group of women erupts in laughter as they point at one of the ugly sweaters that their coworker wears. The man burns up with shame before grumbling off, making you furrow your eyebrows. You stifle a laugh, before grabbing a sugar cookie that you baked yourself. Little red sprinkles fall to the floor as you bite into the treat, the sound drowned out by the others.

The melodious voice of Mariah Carey starts playing and everyone cheers; you included. You quickly shut up, though, realizing how stupid you must look. Standing there by yourself, an elf costume on, stuffing your face full of cookies as you yell.

You find comfort in the numerous Christmas-themed treats — from sugar cookies to Rice Krispies, to cake pops. Your mouth salivates at the sight even though you just had a cookie. Everything is so irresistible… “Merry Christmas Eve!” A cheery voice calls from behind you, and your heart quickens its pace.

“Oh- uh, Merry Christmas Eve to you too, Mr. Barnes.” You stammer in shock, careful to not look up at him. You fiddle your crumb-covered fingers together, a habit that you have yet to lose. “No need to be nervous, doll. Are you enjoying yourself?” He asks, grabbing one of the cookies that are covered in green sprinkles. It’s shaped like a Christmas tree, and it’s one of your favourites.

“Uh, yes, Sir!” You answer quickly and nervously. Undeniably, everyone knows that Mr. Barnes drips with eloquence and dominance. As soon as he walks into the room, everyone either wants to be with him or be him. Everyone vies after him, and he knows that. He knows that, and he just makes it worse and worse and- “Why’re you alone by the snack table, doll?” He asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh well- I’m not overly friendly with the others- I mean I’m not rude to them! I’m just not close to them, that’s all.” You ramble nervously, wringing your hands. Bucky places a heavy hand on your shoulder and the butterflies in your start fluttering even harder and faster.

You struggle to look him in the eyes, those darned cerulean eyes that make you weak in the knees. “Oh, I’m so sorry about that… Have you been drinking, doll?” He asks you, and you choke on your saliva. “Oh I don’t drink, sorry if I’m being annoying…” You sheepishly apologize, realizing how out of line you must be acting. Truthfully, Mr. Barnes always has that effect on you.

“Uh- I should probably go see if everything is in order.” You say before Mr. Barnes can say anything else to you. “Happy Holidays!” You call out as you speed walk as far away your legs can take you. Three glasses of eggnog have you wobbling slightly but you’re determined to be far away from Mr. Barnes and the others.

In a way, they aren’t really your bosses. They’re just the CEOs and your boss is the head of the HR department. …Perhaps they are your bosses, but you’ve never really talked to them much. Mr. Bodecker’s temper always frightens you, Mr. Blackwood’s stare would always have you shaking, Mr. Barnes’s aura always makes you weak, and then there’s Mr. Stan himself. Everything about him sends numerous emotions through you and others as well.

You lean back against the wall and pull your phone out, sighing with a heavy heart. You’re not sure if it’s the heavy nostalgia of seeing Santa Claus sitting on a throne or the wallpaper on your screen but either one makes you tear up slightly. You already took photos of the party, and you’ve already sent well wishes to your friends, family and coworkers.

You look back up from your phone and try to decide whether or not you should scroll through your camera roll just to look busy to others. Whilst you ponder with your hazy mind, you accidentally lock eyes with Santa Claus. Younger you would’ve freaked out, but older you burns up with embarrassment. Suddenly, his white-gloved hand beckons you to him with a come-hither motion.

You point at yourself just to make sure because only you know how many mistakes you’ve made of thinking that someone was pointing at you. He nods and smiles, but you’re still not sure. Call it paranoia, call it anxiety, but there’s no way in hell that you’re going to make a fool of yourself on Christmas Eve.

You’re still unsure, so you look around and everyone else is off getting wasted in the main hall. Shiny confetti crunches under your flats as you hesitatingly walk over to Santa. He flashes you a smile and maybe it’s the egg nog talking but his pearly whites look awfully familiar to you. A waitress crosses your path, like a deer suddenly crossing the road. The platter that she holds gets slightly jilted but the shot glasses of tequila survive and her too.

You stop her and grab a couple of shots, taking them down the hatch with no shame at all. Liquid fire claims your throat as you have no remorse for your future self who’ll be hugging a toilet in the morning. You cough and sputter as you continue your way to Santa Claus. “Merry Christmas Eve, little girl!” He cheers delightfully.

You giggle drunkenly, the kind of laugh that would make anyone fall for you. “Oh, so no ‘Merry Christmas Eve’ for me? Seems like someone is asking for coal, or maybe even a spanking.” He drawls in a slight country-Santa accent. Perhaps your ears aren’t deceiving you, but there's no plausible way that Santa Claus just said… that.

“Oh— uh— Merry Christmas Eve!” You whoop, before bursting out in another fit of bubbly giggles. He laughs with you, but only for a few moments before taking in your appearance. Though you’re drunk on tequila, a few sips of wine from before the party and eggnog, he’s aiming to get drunk on your aura. Quiet yet sweet, a nervous mess that only furthers your adorable-ness and amazing desserts.

“See something you like, Mr. Claus?” You question him, snapping him out of his daze. You wiggle your eyebrows to your best ability, but you’re no actress. “Well, maybe I do, little girl.” He winks at you, and you swear that you’ve seen him before. “Wait- Do you work here? Or did we just hire you?” You ask him, as though you’re interviewing him.

“Can’t hire Santa Claus, little girl.” He disappointingly clicks his tongue. You let out an ‘oh’ before letting out a small laugh. He smiles at you and you bite your lipstick stained lip. Your coworkers are chanting in the background but you choose to artfully block them out. Maybe you’re not choosing, and it’s just the alcohol doing its wonders.

“I’m not little, why are you callin’ me little girl?” You slur your words as you question him again. “You are a little girl, and I can’t believe you’re back talking to Santa!” He scolds you, making your eyes water. You jut your bottom lip out in a pout and you’re doing the best puppy eyes that you can. “You been drinking a lot, huh little girl?” He asks you, turning the tables and you gladly let him.

“Yep! Gotta stay hydrated…” You tell him in a sing-song voice that makes him chuckle. “Silly little girl, getting all drunk in front of her coworkers…” He chides, grabbing your almost flailing arms. He pulls you up into his lap with a grunt, even though it doesn’t take much strength. You’re immediately reminded of the way he used to sit you in his lap.

Spinning you around in circles at first, loud giggles and begging for them to stop. Perhaps it’s fortunate that the alcohol renders your mind fuzzy and you can only make out a few colour blobs. “Whaddya’ want for Christmas, little girl?” He teasingly questions, smoothing a white-gloved hand over your hair. “Hmm, I can have anything?” You ask him, a bit of drool leaking out of the corner of your mouth. He nods, taking his thumb and lifting it to your mouth.

Oh, how he has the urge to just push his thumb past your lips and make you choke on it. “Well… I want a raise, even though I’m not all that worthy of the company… Just like my ex said, I’m easily replaceable. Oh! Can I ask for another thing?” You perk up even though your throat burns with sadness and your eyes are almost leaking.

Interested, Lee nods and drags his thumb across your rouge top lip. If he didn’t have a wife who drags him to makeup stores on the regular, he would’ve thought your lipstick was expensive. But it isn’t, because there’s no way your paycheck can afford a lipstick from Hermes or Christian Louboutin. “Can I know why my boyfriend left me? I know I may seem dull and quiet, but I have more to myself…” You sadly ask him, ashamed of how he abandoned you for one of your closest friends.

Lee’s heart breaks in two — making him question whether or not he had a heart after all. Insults had him believing that he’s heartless, but you’re making him question every fibre of his being. “I’m sorry about that, little girl. But what we don’t know can’t hurt us, right? Curiosity killed the cat, little girl.” He reminds you, talking down to you as though you truly are a little girl. “But satisfaction brought it back.” You sass in return, your voice cracking from the impending tears and alcohol.

“You need to listen to me, little girl. Your boyfriend doesn’t know jackshit about treating a girl like you right. He probably doesn’t even know where your clit is.” He scoffs abruptly. You lean in, listening to him as though he’s the wisest man ever. “Bet he can’t fuck that tight lil’ pussy a’ yours as well as a real man like me can.” He whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine and heat to your core.

“Didn’t know Santa Claus had such a filthy mouth…” You tease him, running your hands up and down his thick thighs. He groans, his cock stiffening up inside his red trousers.

“But, before anything like that happens… I would really like to have a raise.” You say with a heavy-hearted sigh. Lee has the urge to grab you tightly and shove his big, hard cock into any wet hole of yours. “Alright, little girl. But you need to continue to be a good girl, or else I won’t be able to get you anything except for a spanking.” He warns with a faux-smile beneath his fake beard. You giggle and squeeze his thighs, almost like a wave goodbye.

You stumble off, probably to go pee or hurl your guts into a toilet. He watches as your hips sway with each step of yours. The sight fuels the thought of you grinding yourself on his cock as you beg him to fuck you. He notices the party has died down to just people humping each other to party songs. Grumbling, Lee pulls the awfully fake beard away from his handsome face. Before, he was cursing his luck for drawing the short stick to become Santa. But now, he’s glad.

He’ll talk to your boss about the raise, maybe along with a promotion. If only the others could mind their own businesses. Literally. He’s glad that he wore only a dress shirt and not the double-breasted suit Jane suggested for him. “You comin’ or what? We gotta’ make these deals before everyone leaves.” Bucky asks as he swiftly walks past Lee. Lee nods and starts to take off the rest of the obnoxious costume. Bucky puts no effort into stifling his chuckle, a known trait of his.

Bucky smooths his hair back, even though not one strand is out of place. His arm whirrs wildly and his fist clenches every few seconds. His stress symptoms were the worst, but they’ve never been this bad. It’s risky; the deal that they’re about to make. For months, they had been making secret bribes, forging numbers and signatures, and putting their employees in loopholes from their contracts. But this deal was the riskiest. Their plan was well thought out, all thanks to Charles, whose middle name might as well be devious.

He stands in front of one of the glass doors. His reflection looks back at him. Somehow, the dark look in his eyes becomes enhanced. His huge frame only makes him more intimidating, but he knows that no woman ever had a problem with it. Except for one. “You comin’?” Lee asks as he brushes past Bucky, mocking his words from earlier on. Bucky rolls his eyes like a spoiled rich kid because he is one.

Bucky buttons his suit jacket and exhales one last time. He walks to his right and pushes the door open with only a little bit of strength. Laughter from different men fills the room, along with thick tension and the smell of expensive booze. “Oh, look who decided to join us!” Ransom sarcastically jabs at Bucky. “Look who finally got laid. I was beginning to think you couldn’t get it up anymore, Drysdale.” Bucky sneers at him, pouring himself a glass of Dalmore 62.

Ransom grumbles a few curse words under his breath and a prideful smirk spreads across Bucky’s face. They all have their ties loosened, maybe even the top buttons of their shirts but nobody cares enough to look. All but Mr. Stan and Mr. Evans are relaxed. They stare at each other with such glares they could murder one another. They all sit in their chairs, all similar. Except for Mr. Stan, who seems as though he’s sitting on a throne.

“They havin’ a starin’ contest or what?” Lee questions Bucky, downing the rest of the whiskey. “I don’t know, but didn’t they hate each other over some family feud shit?” Bucky asks in return, handing Lee the bottle of highland malt scotch. “Like the game?” Lee jokingly asks, knowing that the two head owners of the companies loved to get into petty squabbles. “We all fucking wish.” Bucky jeers, eliciting a chuckle from Lee. As much as they all hate each other, they always did have their moments when they weren’t insulting each other.

The only one who isn’t drinking, Andy, pipes up from all the talking. “So are we going to make this deal or not? I gotta get home for Christmas.” He grumbles just like the old man he is. “Oh fuck you, Barber. Just because you went to Harvard doesn’t mean you’re some busy guy.” Steve jabs, clenching his jaw in annoyance. He always hated Andy, and he proudly showed it.

Charles snickers, Ransom too. Lee and Bucky smirk from the sidelines. Andy clicks his tongue in a threatening way. But Sebastian and Chris send daggers in the form of glares at them. “I suppose we could sign the contracts and then celebrate… I could call the girls from Eighteen30’s.” Sebastian proposes, standing up from his seat. He emerges from the darkness like Batman, his beautiful eyes gleaming in the light. Everyone in the room groans in pleasure, recalling the moments they remembered from the last time they went to Eighteen30’s.

Andy pulls the contract out of his briefcase; an obvious “Andy” move. The sounds of glasses being set down on surfaces fill the room at different pitches. Evans simply turns around, stroking his beard as if he wants to say something. “Got something to say, Evans?” Charles asks him, giving him a devilish smile. “No, just thinking about how I’m gonna be rich as fuck once the ink dries.” He says in almost a hopeful manner. He thinks he has everyone deceived, but it’s the total opposite.

They all choose to keep quiet, wanting to just sign the goddamn papers and get it over with. “Just to be sure… We all know what this entails, right? More money, more power.” Sebastian states, pouring himself a glass of whisky. He never minds the burn, he actually loves it. They all nod, because who doesn’t love money and power? They all pull a pen out of their jackets, ever the businessmen. One by one, in smooth black loops, they sign their full names on the contracts.

Sebastian and Chris are the last to sign because their names carry the most weight. Charles lights his pipes and sighs as he takes a drag of smoke from it. As Lee watches Charles puff the smoke out of his mouth, he has the urge to light up a cigarette. But he can’t, because his doctor told him not to. So now he has to suffer the pain of fighting away that urge and Charles all but taunts him. He watches, and he fights, and he watches until he snaps.

“‘Scuse me.” He says, getting up. “Are you going for the champagne?” Sebastian asks, tracing the rim of his glass. Lee nods, lying to his business partner and longtime friend. “I’ll come with, can’t fucking stand the darkness.” He grumbles, following Lee. They both appreciate the fact that the part is still lively, maybe even more as booze has taken over everyone’s body. “Hey man, sorry you had to be Santa this year.” Sebastian apologizes, clearing his throat beforehand.

It’s not unexpected. Lee already knows that Sebastian is comfortable with him. “Ah, it’s alright. Only had to talk to a couple ‘a horny girls and Mrs. Patterson’s son. That lil’ fucker is cute an’ all, but he fuckin’ drooled on my hand.” Lee rants to him, making him let out a chuckle. “Well, the girls weren’t all that bad, right?” Sebastian questions him, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “They were… somethin’. Most of them were obnoxious, except for one of ‘em.” Lee admits to him.

“Oh really? Anyone I might know?” Sebastian continues, handing Lee a cigarette. Lee gruffly thanks him and hands him his Valentino lighter. “Hmm… not sure. I don’t think anyone really knows her, she seems quiet. But she was drunk, so that was nice.” Lee tells him, sparing certain details. “She wanted a raise, and to know why her boyfriend left her for some other girl. I think it was her friend. Either way, she nearly started cryin’ on my lap.” Lee recounts to him, something he’d only do with his therapist.

Besides fucking her, of course.

“Oh… maybe we could give her a raise. Do you see her here?” Sebastian asks him with a smirk on his face. Lee wonders if Sebastian is thinking of the same thing that he is, and vice versa. Lee’s blown out eyes scan the crowd for you, hoping you’re still here. Maybe perhaps even more drunk than before. “She’s in this burgundy dress and had a mini Santa hat on… Red lipstick too.” Lee describes to him. Sebastian nods his head and keeps on looking for you.

“Think she had lingerie on underneath the dress… probably wanted to get back with her boyfriend.” Lee begrudgingly admits to Sebastian, finishing his cigarette. Smoke flies from both of them yet nobody seems to care. “How do you know she had lingerie on?” Sebastian teasingly asks him. Lee’s face burns up with slight embarrassment. “I… I was feeling her up, I couldn't help myself. She was all over me in the cutest way possible.” Even though Lee doesn’t give a rat’s ass about God, he’d swear on her that he’s telling the truth.

“Is that her?” Sebastian asks him, pointing at you as you walk out of the women’s bathroom. “Yeah…” Lee puts out his cigarette and throws it beside him, leaving it for the janitor to pick up. Sebastian does the same, aiming his cigarette more accurately. “Fuck, that little doll? I’ve always had my sights set on her. Always so cute and shy… Never bothered anyone.” Sebastian groans, hoping— no, knowing that Lee and the others are on the same boat as he.

“I have an idea,” Lee says, shoving his hands in his pockets. Sebastian follows him, going along with whatever his idea is. From your spot at the snack table, you manage to fill your now empty stomach with your sugar cookies. You’re slightly disappointed that not many of your treats have disappeared, but you tell yourself the night is still young. You look up at the sound of footsteps coming closer and nearly choke on a cookie.

“Oh my— uh, Merry Christmas Eve, Mr. Stan and Mr. Bodecker!” You cheer, stumbling on your words and yourself. “Hi, darlin’,” Lee says, giving you his signature ‘ladies only’ smile. You feel yourself become shy at the sight, but Mr. Stan makes you look back up. He clears his voice and you take in both of them. They both stand tall and intimidating, with enchanting stares that just capture you. “Merry Christmas Eve to you too, little girl,” Sebastian says, taking in your form.

You look absolutely adorable and innocent in front of them. In your little burgundy dress and Santa hat… slightly tipsy with cookie crumbs all over your face. “We came over here to ask you for a quick favour… We just closed one of our biggest deals and we’d love for you to help us bring the champagne. Maybe make a toast with us? It’s the least we can do since you brought all these lovely treats.” Lee explains, grabbing himself a sugar cookie.

It’s identical to the one you have in your hand; except yours is half-eaten and his only has a small nibble. “M- Me? Really?” You ask in shock, nearly going into full cardiac arrest. They probably don’t even know your name, but that doesn’t matter. At least they’re talking to you. “Yep! Unless someone else made all these delicious desserts.” Sebastian jokes around, slightly admitting that he tried a cookie. You shake your head in object and lace your sweaty fingers together.

God, why did you have to drink?

“I’d love to, Sirs.” You whisper with the utmost grace you can muster up whilst being half-drunk. They both nod and Lee places a heavy arm around your shoulders. The cookie in your hand breaks and you not so discreetly drop all the crumbs onto the floor. “Can I ask what the deal is for?” You question, not even daring to look up from the floor. “Oh, it’s nothing to worry your cute little brain about,” Sebastian tells you with a smile, quickly shutting you up and shutting the topic down.

They lead you to the bar and Sebastian makes a simple gesture with his hand. The bartender makes quick work of getting five champagne bottles and you’re easily amazed. Without realizing it, your jaw drops slightly in awe. Both Sebastian and Lee chuckle at how cute you are. The sounds are absolute heaven and they force you to realize something.

Holy-fucking-shit— You have feelings for your bosses.

You choke on your saliva at the epiphany, making Sebastian and Lee jump to you in concern. “Hey, are you okay?” Sebastian asks you, rubbing your back gently. Lee does this same, but his hand inches down to the small of your back. With anyone, you would jerk away and feel very uncomfortable. But with them… With them, it’s the complete opposite. You nod as you slowly calm down. The bartender sets the numerous bottles of champagne down on the bar.

Two bottles of Dom Pérignon, two bottles of Boërl & Kroff Magnum and one bottle of Goût de Diamant Brut. It’s the most expensive champagne in the world, costing $1.2 million. But to them and the company, it’s no big deal. You only know the price because he would rave about it on and on. You sniffle at the memory and Lee shushes you in a calming matter.

“Here, you lift this one, and we’ll carry the rest,” Lee instructs, handing you one of the bottles of Dom Pérignon. You hold onto the bottle tightly, but not too tightly. Sebastian and Lee point to where they’re going to celebrate, just to direct you. You walk in small steps, careful to not drop the bottle. They’d probably murder you if you did. “Right there, little girl… I— uh, I heard you wanted a raise, is that true?” Lee asks you, desperate to hear your lovely voice.

“Uh yeah, I just haven’t had a raise since I’ve been working here. All my coworkers are constantly getting raises…” You sheepishly admit to your two bosses. They nod and frown, how long has that been going on? They’ve kept their eyes on you since you started working here. You reach the door and you don’t open it because your two hands are occupied. Lee oddly knocks on the door, perhaps in a code. A few seconds pass, but the alcohol in your system makes it feel like an eternity.

Mr. Barnes opens up the door and gasps at you. “Nice to see you again, little girl.” He greets, smirking down at you. The sober version of you would’ve noticed the plethora of men in the room, but drunk-you can’t focus on too much at once. You nod shakily, swallowing thickly as you remember your encounter with Bucky earlier this evening. Bucky takes the champagne bottle from you and leads you inside, Sebastian and Lee following.

Bucky briefly leaves the room after setting down the bottle of champagne on one of the tables. It’s incredibly dark in the room and you can only make out the lights coming from the city. Sebastian flicks the lights on and you bite back a hiss at the sudden change. You look around and nearly drop dead right there and then. The company’s biggest enemies are here, smug as ever. “I… Huh?” You’re confused, not sure if your mind is playing a wicked trick on you.

Mr. Blackwood takes a drag from his pipe and then puts it out, the only remnants of it being the scent of smoke. In front of you, though, are Mr. Drysdale, Mr. Barber, Mr. Rogers and Mr. Evans. “Is this the little minx you’ve been telling us about?” Steve asks your bosses, unbuttoning his suit jacket. “Yep, even better in person,” Bucky says, pushing your hair to the side. “What’s going on?” You ask, trying to move away from him. Lee quickly stops you, his pudgy stomach pushing you closer to Bucky.

“Like I said before, little girl. Nothin’ for you to worry your little brain about.” Lee says, his country drawl sending shivers throughout your body. Little girl… The nickname is all too familiar, and it’s not like anyone else with a country accent would call you that. “You were Santa Claus?” You ask him, slightly nudging him. “She’s smart… Can’t fucking wait to make her go all stupid for our cocks.” Ransom says, a smug half-grin on his face.

You whimper at his words because they’re straight out of your greatest fantasies.

“Oh you like that, don’t you? You really wanna be dumb and stupid for our cocks?” Bucky asks in a condescending tone. You shake your head no because all you want is to get out of here. “Let’s get the real party started…” Chris ominously says, grabbing a bottle of Dom Pérignon. He pops it open, the wooden cork flying to the other side of the room.

Foam pours out of the bottle and everyone cheers, minus yourself. Instead, you flinch and still try to move from their grasps. Andy hands him the glasses and he pours everyone half a glass. You, on the other hand, receive a full glass with a strawberry inside. “I- I think I had enough to drink tonight…” You shyly tell them, inching your body away from Andy. “Nonsense, celebrate with us, little girl.” He objects, beginning to tilt the glass forward.

You shake your head and twist your face away, but Bucky’s metal hand stops you. He roughly grabs your jaw and squeezes until your mouth pops open. Champagne fills your mouth and you refuse to swallow. Lee’s fingers dance across your cheek and clamp over your nose, cutting off your only source of oxygen. “C’mon, swallow it all. Do it like the good little girl you are.” Charles demands, the praise going straight to the pit of your stomach.

You cave because there’s no way you’re winning this. Against your will, you swallow the bubbly golden liquid. Slight carbonation sizzles on your tongue and in the back of your throat. You have to admit, it is absolutely delightful. You now see why rich people drink it like it’s water. “That’s a good girl. See? Wasn’t so bad after all.” Andy praises you, tapping your cheek as though you’re a pet.

You whimper again, feeling Lee and Bucky grab your arms tightly. “As much as I love that cute little dress, I’d prefer to see you out of it,” Ransom smirks, handing Andy another glass of champagne. This time, it’s a glass of Boërl & Kroger Magnum. It’s stronger, much stronger than the previous one. Ransom’s hands come to the front of your favourite dress and a loud rip reverberates throughout the room.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the room fills with whistles and groans. “Fuckin’ hell, little girl.” Lee groans, his cock swelling up once again. Suddenly, everyone’s trousers are a few sizes too small. They drink in your lingerie-clad form and you grow even shyer underneath their strong gazes. “I don’t know if I wanna fuck you in this little get-up, or rip it off and then fuck you.” Steve groans, palming himself through his dress pants.

You don’t realize until now that they’ve all surrounded you. Andy tilts the glass into your slack jaw and you allow the bubbly beverage to fill your mouth. Why fight it? Plus, there’s no way you can get wasted off of champagne. You can feel a bit of champagne dribble down your chin and towards your cleavage. It has you feeling even more embarrassed and ashamed than you already are.

The sight fuels everyone in the room. “Fuck it,” Steve says, grabbing the glass from Andy. He throws it behind him, a crash reverberating in the room. You flinch at the sound and Ransom cooes condescendingly. “Are you scared, little girl?” Ransom asks you, tilting your chin up to his face. His blue eyes are blown out with lust and darkness. He smashes his lips against yours and you’re not sure whether to kiss him back or not.

A harsh hand squeezing your ass warns you to mimic his movements. The kiss is rough and filled with need. You try to keep up with kiss lips, so focused on doing it correctly. You don’t even realize that you’re being moved to one of the couches and that everyone has been stripped from their suits. The only article of clothing on the men is their boxers. Ransom shoves his tongue into your mouth and you let him dominate you. Sets of hands begin to feel up your body — groping, squeezing, rubbing.

You feel someone else’s lips on your neck, lightly peppering kisses near that sweet spot of yours. As soon as Charles hits it, you melt in all of their hands. “That’s a good girl, yeah.” Chris praises, cupping one of your tits through your bra. The strings on your lingerie are tearing away, the sound echoing in your ears. Your bra and underwear remain, with tethers of red string on them. Sebastian’s hands run up and down your waist, making goosebumps form.

You aren’t sure what Lee, Andy and Steve are doing, but you know their hands are on you somewhere. Then, Ransom pulls away. Your lips are swollen and they even hurt a bit, too. You can feel wetness pooling in your red panties, but you’re too drunk to care about your sudden neediness. You’re worried about what’s going to happen. Lee lifts you and places you on the expensive shag carpet.

You whimper in pain as the carpet digs into your skin remorselessly. “Sorry, baby. It’ll be worth it, don’t worry.” Lee gently tells you, rubbing your cheek. Suddenly, he strikes you harshly. You let out a shriek of pain and fear, but you’re quickly shushed. “Shh, I know you like that, look -- You’re rubbing your thighs together like a lil’ slut.” He jeers, stroking the other cheek. You whimper and shake your head, even though he’s correct.

“Lying isn’t very nice, little girl,” Steve warns, standing next to Lee. You look up at them both, tears welling in your beautiful eyes. The sight makes them even harder than they already are, to the point where it’s almost unbearable. Lee pulls his boxers down and so does Steve. You gasp and your jaw nearly drops. Their cocks bunce up and slap their lower abdomens. Pre-cum leaks from their swollen, red tips. They’re both roughly the same size, but Lee is thicker than Steve.

“You like what you see, little girl?” Steve asks, grabbing the base of his cock. It looks even bigger in his large hands, and you gulp in fear. You’re not sure why you’re nodding, but you can’t stop yourself. Lee gives his cock a few strokes, and Steve grabs a handful of your hair. You whimper loudly as he drags you closer to his cock. “Say ‘ahh’.” Steve teases, before shoving his cock into your mouth.

You’ve done this before, but never with someone of his length and girth. Your mouth and jaw immediately start to hurt at the stretch. His cock is only halfway into your mouth, but it’s quite possibly one of the worst feelings ever. Steve tugs at your hair again, and you take it as a sign to start sucking. You hollow your cheeks and begin to bob your head, your tongue laving at the bottom of his cock.

You can feel the different veins on his cock throb, pulsating underneath the wetness of your tongue. He groans above you and the others in the room whistle at you. You’re not sure where to look, so your eyes dart around. You end up locking eyes with the man above you and your squeak around his cock. The vibrations of your voice have him cursing like a sailor. “Fuckin’ hell, little girl. So good at sucking cock.” He praises, petting the top of your head.

You involuntarily hum at the praise, squeezing your thighs together. Suddenly, you’re pulled off of Steve’s cock. You gasp for air, not even realizing how you were barely breathing whilst sucking his cock. Your chest heaves and your heart clamours as Lee drags you closer to him. He slaps the fat tip of his cock on your thrumming cheek. You flinch, feeling sticky pre-cum stain your face. Lee shoves his cock in your mouth the same way Steve did, only this time he forces you all the way down.

Your nose meets his fuzzy, soft tummy. You gag and sputter around his cock, trying to control your very much needed breathing. Lee places both his hands on each side of your head. Somehow, he’s still a bit gentle with you, even though he’s forcing you to suck his cock. He slowly moves your head up and down, moaning softly at the feeling of your wet mouth. Saliva coats his coat with a sticky sheen that only helps you make him feel good and nothing more.

“Oh, fuck.” He groans loudly, tossing his head back. You swallow around his cock, your threat constricting around him for a brief moment. You can feel his heavy balls against your chin for a few moments every now and then. All of a sudden, you’re once again pulled away from his cock. Steve forces himself farther into your mouth, just like Lee.

You feel light-headed from the little bit of air you’re getting. But you know that’s not their priority. Gags fill the room and your eyes roll back into your head. You aren’t pulled off of his cock, yet. “Fuck, I’m pretty sure she’s enjoying this as much as you are, Steve,” Bucky says, only just realizing that you’re trying to alleviate the ache between your legs. Everyone’s eyes fall to your cunt, where you’re rubbing your thighs together and humping the hair like a little bunny.

“Bet she probably doesn’t even realize it…” Ransom smirks, feeling his cock throb. You can only hear some of their words. You don’t know what they’re talking about, but it can’t be good. Steve begins to thrust his cock into your mouth, moving his hips back and forth. His balls slap your chin, his cock stretches your mouth and his moans are the only thing your ears can hear. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He announces, and you shake your head in objection.

You place your hands on his thighs and push him as much as you can. Your efforts are wasted because he doesn’t budge at all. You decide to resort to hitting, but it still doesn’t do anything. Steve suddenly still and his cum shoots down your throat. White stickiness fills your mouth up and you whine loudly. Steve paints your mouth with white streaks and he sighs loudly. He doesn’t pull out even after he’s already come, and you’re confused.

“C’mon, swallow it all like the good little slut you are.” He husks, his voice a bit hoarse. He shoves his cock more into your throat and you have no choice but to swallow it all. As soon as you do, Lee pulls you away from Steve. “Fuckin’ piece of shit.” He grumbles loud enough for only you to hear. He gives a nod to someone and then grabs a hold of your head again. “Shh it’s okay, you can do it. I know you can, you’re a good girl.” He eases, slowly pushing his cock into your wet cavern.

Unlike Steve, Lee is a bit gentler. Maybe it’s because his heart is slightly bigger than his dick. His cock hits your gag reflex and you’re so fucking lucky that you aren’t having any… accidents. Steve’s cum is still lingering in your mouth — musky, a little salty, and sticky. The droplets that are on the side of your mouth roll down Lee’s cock, leaving slight wetness on him that isn’t saliva. As soon as your nose nuzzles against his stomach, he groans.

He keeps your head locked in place for some reason, you’re not exactly sure why. Maybe he’s giving you some time to get used to his thickness. You hum in delight, a way of showing that you’re thankful that he’s sparing you some humanity. He chuckles, stroking one of your cock-filled cheeks. Cold fingers crawl between your thigh and you jump in fear. Your body doesn’t fully jerk away because of Lee’s strength. You can see Bucky smirking from your peripheral view and he rubs your wet cunt through the panties.

You shake your head and try to kick him away, but he stops you from protesting. Bucky spanks your ass harshly, watching as the skin ripples from the force. “Uh uh, stop that. Don’t make me put you over my knee and spank you ‘till you’re bleeding.” He threatens, placing one of his knees on your leg. You try to wiggly away from him, but your attempts are fruitless. You accept defeat, but only for now.

His metal hand returns to your cunt and he grabs the crotch of your soaking wet underwear. Bucky pulls it away from your cunt and you can still see his grin as smug as ever. You look up at Lee and your eyes plead for him to stop it all, but he just rubs your bulging throat. He moans at the slight pleasure and you gulp in fear. His thumb rubs at your cheek whilst Bucky rips your underwear away from your pussy.

Sebastian, Chris, Ransom, Andy, Charles, and Steve watch the sight before them with their hands palming their hard cocks. “She’s so fucking wet, aren’t you, little girl? Bet you got this wet just from sucking their cocks, ‘cause you love it so much. You love being a little slut for us.” He sneers, lightly smacking your cunt. You whimper around Lee’s cock and he grows tired of holding back.

He drags his hips back slightly and moves your head away from his cock, before pushing you back down rather quickly and harshly. You feel Bucky’s fingers trace at your drooling hole, occasionally dipping the tip of one of his fingers inside. He traces your wet lips and your sensitive clit too. You twitch at the sudden stimulation. Lee guides you up and down his cock at a rather decent pace. Your gags, wet noises and Lee’s moans fill the room in a rather melodious manner.

Bucky pushes one finger into your tight cunt, groaning at how your pussy immediately hugs his digit. “God, you’re so fucking tight. This cunt just needs to be destroyed, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, we’re gonna ruin it for any other man.” Bucky chuckles, pushing his digit further into you. He feels around, searching that spot that you haven’t found yet.

“You look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of my cock, little girl. So fuckin’ pretty, ‘s like it was made just for me.” Lee cooes at you, thrusting even harder into your mouth. Tears sting your eyes but you ignore them. Bucky let’s put a noise of satisfaction and pride as you clench around his fingers. “There it is… Do you like it when I touch you like that, baby? Yeah, I know you do. Fuckin’ love it.” He husks in your ear, before nibbling on your earlobe.

You squeeze your eyes shut once Bucky starts moving his fingers inside you. Lee fucks your face with sloppy movements, signalling his impending orgasm. You place your hands on his thick, squishy thighs. Your short nails dig into his soft skin slightly as Bucky assaults your g-spot with his metal fingers. Lee pulls out your hair, a delicious sting radiating from your head. The pain makes you sputter once again around his cock, and that’s when Lee loses himself.

Just like Steve, he shoves his cock further down your throat as he hits his orgasm. His hot cum shoots down your throat, some of it filling your mouth up along with his cock. His hips are stilled but his cock is twitching almost wildly in your mouth. You can feel him throbbing against your tongue and you’re more ashamed than ever. Hopefully, it’s all over now. You shut your eyes close, unable to look Lee in his eyes.

He gives your cheek a light slap, and this time you don’t shriek or flinch. You swallow obediently around his cock, losing all defiance just so that it can all be over. You cringe at the feeling of his cum sliding down your throat, which is a fleeting moment. Bucky’s other hand reaches down to play with your little pearl of nerves. Suddenly, you’re gushing around his single-digit as it thrusts in and out of your pussy. “You look so pretty when you come, little girl. Such a sight.” Bucky whispers in your ear, kissing your neck.

“Aw, you love this, don’t you?” Lee asks, watching as you struggle to keep yourself together. You shake your head, even though the man above you doesn’t allow you to move. “Yeah, you do. You love sucking your seniors’ cocks and having your bosses watch. That’s why you’re all wet, right? Soaking Bucky’s fingers an’ coming all around them.” Lee presses, pulling his cock out. Somehow, he’s still as hard as ever. Steve too.

You open your mouth up to scream for help, but Ransom quickly stops you. His hand wraps around your neck and squeezes, cutting you off. Your scream for help dies down in your throat and so has all the fight in your body. Bucky continues to fuck you with his finger and his hand doesn’t leave your clit either. His movements are quicker, much quicker. Ransom leans his face close to yours, a dangerous scowl staining his.

“Do you want us to be rough, hm? We can fucking ruin you, and your holes. Are you that fucking stupid to try and scream? Who’s gonna help you anyway? Especially if they walk in to see you bouncing up and down on our cocks, begging for our cum.” He spits, squeezing your throat even tighter. “I— I’m sorry.” You apologize, scared of the man in front of you and the others who surround you.

You can feel yourself slowly losing consciousness, slowly but surely. Tears sting your eyes and begin to leak down your cheeks, maybe Ransom chuckle. You can feel his pinky ring dig into the skin of your neck, just like how you can feel Bucky’s fingers push against your sweet spot. “Do you wanna breathe, or do you wanna cum like a good girl?” He asks lowly, staring right into your eyes. You’re not sure what the right answer is, but you can barely think.

From the loss of oxygen to the way Bucky's fingers and slowing down and denying your pleasure. You feel Ransom’s fingers loosen a bit, almost as if he’s giving you a hint. You’re sure he knows you can’t think straight, and he’s probably going to tease you for it. “I… I wanna cum like-- like a good girl…” You breathlessly admit, feeling your eyes flutter shut. “Please…” You beg, more tears leaking from your glassy eyes.

Ransom lets go of your neck but he doesn’t let you fall. Bucky’s ministrations on your pussy speed up, bringing you closer to the edge. White fire burns in your stomach and cunt as you can feel yourself about to cum. “Please, please, please, Sir…” You unconsciously beg, before starting to sob. “Awe… Look at you, so desperate. Hm? You don’t even care if you were gonna pass out, you just want to come.” Ransoms jabs at you, grabbing your face roughly.

You can see that he’s taken off his boxers, his hard cock hanging between his built thighs. “Do it, come right fucking now.” He demands, before hollowing his cheeks out. You can’t see what he’s doing through your bleary eyesight, but you have a feeling that it isn’t good for you. You let out a gasp as Ransom spit on your face, his sticky salvia painting your left cheek.

It drips down to your open mouth in the worst way possible. You let it roll into your mouth because you can’t stop it. “Oh my God, yes…” You pant desperately as you hit your climax. You cum all over Bucky’s fingers, your cunt spasming. You moan loudly, just like the slut they claim you are. Bucky rubs your clit and continues to finger you until you can barely keep yourself up. “So sensitive… God, I’m gonna have so much fun with this pussy.” Bucky groans, slowing down his movements.

You barely have any time to collect yourself from your heaven-sent orgasm. You’re being lifted and placed on someone else. You rub your eyes and turn around, just to see Andy smirking up at you. His kind-seeming eyes, but his smile tells a different story. You turn back around, just to see your bosses and their deviant partners surrounding you. Charles steps forward with his signet ring-decorated hand wrapped around his cock.

He stares you down as he spits in his hands and brings it to his cock. He strokes himself slowly, the salvia making lewd squelching sounds. Andy’s hands crawl up your ass to your soft thighs. He grabs your skin and spreads your legs as wide as he deems best. His thighs rest under yours as Charles kneels down in front of you. “Such a pretty little pussy, Bambina.” He softly tells you, as though he’s your lover.

It seems that you’re looking at him, it truly does. But in reality, you’ve zoned out to a land far, far away from where there were no monsters like these men. Only princes and heroes like him. “Look at her, she looks so fucked out.” Steve comments, pointing at you. Charles hums, before snapping his fingers. Your trip is cut short, and you’re back to reality. Charles grabs the base of his cock and slaps the head of it on your sensitive clit, making you twitch.

Andy runs two of his fingers across your face; his pointer and his middle finger. He moves down to your slightly parted lips and pushes them inside. Charles smears his pre-cum against your wet lips, mixing the stickiness with your cum. You whimper at the feeling and focus on that only. “C’mon, suck on my fingers like it’s my cock, little girl.” Andy urges, pressing your tongue with his fingers.

You hesitatingly comply, trying to please him. The more you listen, the quicker it’ll all be over, right? “You’re just a good little slut, aren’t you? So good, the best little girl ever.” Charles praises, running the head of his cock through your folds. If this was all… okay, then you would agree with him and serve your duties as a good girl. But it isn’t okay, so you leave it at that. Charles pulls his now soaking wet cock away from your pussy, and you feel him push in.

But it isn’t him. It’s Andy’s cock. He slowly pushes into you, stretching you until it hurts like nothing before. He bottoms out with a loud moan that nearly makes your right ear hurt. He doesn’t begin to fuck you brutally, as any man would. No, he stays buried in your wet cunt and Charles seizes the moment. His wet cock head nudges against your other hole, the one that was forbidden to your boyfriend — ex-boyfriend.

You flinch and try to close your legs, but Andy stops you as quickly as possible. “Please…” You beg, using your eyes to tell him “No, I don’t want this. Please stop.” He shushes you and pushes the head of his cock in slightly. You’re gratefully he doesn’t just get on with it and brutalizes you. Andy pulls out of your wet cunt and you’re immensely confused.

To be honest, though, you always are.

Charles pushes into your cunt and fills you up like Andy. He immediately finds your sweet spot just like Bucky did. Andy grabs his cock and leads it to your tighter hole, before slowly pushing in. He groans loudly at how tight you are, how much you’re squeezing him like a vice. “No, stop it, please.” You beg, trying to get up from your spot on his chest.

He pulls you back down and Charles wraps his hand around your throat. “Shut up. Shut your fucking mouth before I get one of them to stuff it full with their cock.” He threatens. His face is calm in the most frightening way possible. Andy curses behind you as he finally bottoms out inside your ass. The pain makes you want to scream, but after your previous antics, you choose to just bite your lip and keep quiet.

Your short, red nails dig into your palms and draw blood, but it doesn’t hurt that badly. They both nod at each other but you don’t notice it at all, too focused on the excruciating pain you’re feeling. You might say that you’re about to pass out, but you can’t even form anything more than “please,” and moans of pain. Charles’s rough thumb rests upon your throbbing clit, ready to bring you to your orgasm.

But God, you’re squeezing his cock so tightly with your pussy it takes him a few moments to collect himself. “You’re squeezing our cocks so nicely, little baby. You just don’t wanna let us go.” Andy chuckles, wiggling his hips for some friction. You let out a loud moan — and you’re not sure if it’s of pain or pleasure.

Charles slowly drags his cock out of your cunt, leaving just the tip inside you. The feeling of sudden emptiness reminds you of when you stand up too quickly after laying down for a while. Mind-altering, if you must say. He slams back inside you and Andy does the opposite; pulling out of you. Charles fuck you slow, yet hard and rough. He rubs your clot quickly as he fucks you relentlessly.

Groans, whistles, curse words and moans all fill the room yet you only focus on the way their cocks are driving in and out of you. “Fuck, such a nice ass. You love having Daddy’s cock in your ass, don’t you?” Andy asks, looking straight down to where you’re connected. You swallow thickly and Charles feels it against his hand. He squeezes the sides of your throat slightly, and you nod quickly.

“Say it. Say you love having my cock fuck your little ass. I bet nobody ever fucked you like this, not even that lousy boyfriend of yours. You probably wished he took you like the little slut you are, destroying all your holes.” He demands as his dirty words make you wetter and wetter. “I…” You pant helplessly, looking around.

Everyone stares you down, their cocks in their hands as they slowly jerk off to you. “I l-love having your c-cock fuck my a-ass, Daddy.” You sheepishly tell him, whispering that last part. “Brava, Bambina.” Charles praises, punctuating his words with one thrust that hits your cervix. You let out a cry and the lewd sounds of them fucking you are drowned out for a brief second.

Charles continues to pummel your g-spot, and occasionally, your cervix. The pain isn’t as bad as the pain Andy is causing you. You can feel Andy’s cock pulsating in you, driving in and out of you. You’re sure you’re probably bleeding, but you know that none of these men care. “Fuck, she’s so stretched out…” Someone says, loud enough so you can hear.

You feel yourself being pushed to the edge at a rather fast pace. “You gonna come, baby? You gotta ask us first.” Charles snickers, slowing down his thrusts and taking away his thumb from your clit. You whine out like a bitch in heat, desperate to come all over their cocks. “Please…” You beg, gyrating your hips so that Charles can continue to fuck you like a starved man.

“Gotta do better than that, Tesoro Mio.” He hums, pulling out even more. He watches in awe as your wetness coats his cock like nothing before. In the bright lights, his cock glistens with your juices. “Please, please let me come! I need it, I want to come so badly, Sir!” You beg, bucking your hips upwards. “That’s a good little slut.” He praises, pushing back into your cunt. You moan loudly and wantonly once he bottoms out again.

The pain in your ass finally turns into pleasure and you moan even louder. “Oh my god!” You squeal despite your throat hurting. You grind down on their cocks slightly, chasing your orgasm. “Please let me come. Please, Sir… Please, Daddy!” You beg involuntarily, taking a page out of your wildest fantasies. Your words spur them on and you’re suddenly crashing into a lovely climax. You moan loudly and clamp down on their cocks as much as your body lets you.

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful when you come around our cocks. You love being fucked by two men, don’t you? Yeah, yeah you do. That’s why you’re being so needy and desperate.” Andy groans in your ear, feeling his balls tighten up as you milk him and Charles for all they’re worth. You nod in agreement, not even caring anymore,

You soak their cocks with your cum, and your eyes roll back into your skull. “Awe, look at her. She goin’ all stupid.” Lee teases, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off his release. Your heart clamours in your chest, beating wildly as you struggle to come down from your high. Your mind has a slight buzz to it, and the champagne is the one to blame. You can hear soft moans from the other men, and you fight back a shy smile of pride.

Charles and Andy both have beads of sweat dripping down their skin, enhancing your arousal. They both curse under their breaths and groan. Andy’s hips still first, and his cock twitches inside you. “Oh fuck…” He groans in a low voice. Streaks of cum paint your insides, filling you up in a pleasant way possible. You sigh at the feeling and look up at Charles. He squeezes your throat a bit tighter, which only makes you wetter.

His thrusts are slow and sloppy, signalling his orgasm. “Please come in me… Please, Sir.” You whisper to him, knowing he needs something to push him over the edge. “Fill me up with your cum, Sir.” You add, remembering certain lines from porn videos you used to watch. “Oh— fuck…” He groans as he comes inside you. You can feel his cum, filling you up to the brim and then some. Andy pulls out, his cock lightly brushing against Charles’s thigh.

You watch Charles as he slowly comes down from euphoria. You feel empty, so empty. Bucky watches with hungry eyes as cum and a tinge of blood leaks out of your asshole. It’s slightly stretched, which only turns him on even more. Charles drags his cock out of your pussy, slowly and carefully just so that he won’t hurt you.

Again, if the circumstances weren’t so… fucked up, you would’ve enjoyed this all.

You sigh and flop backwards onto Andy’s chest, ready for sleep to take you. You feel your eyes flutter shut, but then you’re jerked back to reality. Your eyes open up just for you to come face to face with Bucky, who smiles deviously at you. “I know you’re tired, baby, but we’re not done with you yet.” He cooes at you, rubbing your ass.

You don’t know where he’s taking you, but you hope it’s somewhere near the door.

“Hi, baby girl… You feelin’ good?” A raspy yet oh-so-familiar voice asks you. You rub your eyes as you’re set on someone’s lap. Ransom’s dark, lust-filled eyes lock with your tired ones. It takes you a good few moments to nod, and he chuckles. His hand comes up to your face, cupping your slightly sticky cheek. He caresses your face with his thumb, and you involuntarily lean into his touch.

Bucky pushes you farther into Ransom’s arms and he grabs your hurting hips. Cum leaks from both of your aching, stretched holes. Ransom’s hand leaves your cheek, but it quickly returns. But this time, it isn’t sweet and loving. No. Instead, he gives you a light slap on the cheek, just like Lee did. The coolness of his ring on your hot skin is… refreshing. It’s different.

Your ass is lifted into the air slightly, giving Bucky easy access to your stretched out rim. Bucky runs his hands up and down your ass, occasionally spanking you. The crack of his hand against your skin is just a reminder of your situation. You can feel Ransom’s cock resting right beneath your abused cunt, throbbing with want and need.

He grabs the base of his cock and lines the fat, leaking tip up to your cum-filled hole. Neither he nor Bucky needs any lube, all thanks to Andy and Charles. In one thrust, he fills you in a way that your fingers can’t. You can feel Bucky scoop up some of the cum leaking from your holes, along with your juices. Everywhere is tingling, a sensation unlike anything else.

He brings his fingers up to your mouth and Ransom squeezes your jaw until your mouth falls open, just like before. Bucky quickly pushes his fingers into your mouth. The taste of cum — salty, musky, and sweet — fills your mouth. It laps over your tongue and you involuntarily swallow it all. Whilst being distracted by Bucky’s fingers in your mouth, you don’t realize that he’s already pushing into your ass.

You gasp around his fingers as he quickly bottoms out inside you. Bucky’s too eager to take it slow. Bucky takes his now spit-slick fingers and wraps his arm around you, reaching down to your clit. You feel even more full than when Andy and Charles were in you. Maybe it’s the added cum, or maybe it’s the same and you’re just not used to being filled by two cocks.

Ransom moves his hand to your stomach and rubs the skin there — the bulging skin. The outline of his cock is faint, but it’s there. “Look at you, all filled up with our cocks.” Ransom whispers, before roughly grabbing your hips. He grinds you down onto his cock before lifting you slightly. Both he and Buckypull out slightly and start shallowly thrusting into you, almost in a teasing way.

You want more, you want more pleasure so badly. You want them to fuck you hard, for them to fuck you deeply and maybe even roughly. “You want something, don’t you, baby? So ungrateful…” Ransom disappointingly coaxes. You thrust back onto Bucky’s cock, a trick you learned from when you caught your ex-boyfriend balls-deep in your closest friend. Then, you grind down on Ransom’s cock.

Cum drips from both of your entrances and runs down the sides of their shafts and your inner thighs. “Fuck, if you wanted it that badly all you had to do was ask real sweetly.” Bucky groans, losing all sense and self-control. He pulls his cock out all the way, not even leaving the tip inside your ass. Ransom pulls halfway out and then bucks his hips up. He fucks back into you, but this time it’s more deep and punctuated.

“Oh— Thank you… Thank you, Sir!” You squeal as Ransom pounds against your g-spot over and over. His sticky, swollen, heavy balls slap against your empty ass. Bucky rubs your clit slowly, just to hear you whine like the desperate slut you are. “C’mon, make some noise for Daddy.” He demands in your ear, rubbing the tip of his cock on your other hole.

The feeling is lovely, but you crave more. “Please… Please fuck my ass, Daddy! I wan’ it so bad, wan’ you to put your big cock in me… Please, please…” You beg whilst you pant wildly. “примерная девочка.” He husks before pushing his hips forward. Despite having your… anal cherry being just popped, he acts as though you’re constantly begging to take it up the ass.

“Fuck, she doing that thing again,” Ransom comments, staring at your face. By ‘that thing,’ he means that way your mouth drops open in a silent scream and your eyes roll back into your skull. You clench around both Bucky’s and Ransom’s cocks, even though your muscles are barely working. You fall onto Ransom’s chest and you can hear his heart beating wildly in his chest, just like yours.

Unbeknownst to you, you just gave Bucky more leverage to fuck your ass. He takes his hand away from your clit and instead wraps it around your hair. He gives your hair a slight tug, and starts fucking you even harder. You dig your nails into Ransom’s chest at the stronger thrusts overpower your entire body and mind. You can hear a groan rumbling in his chest. “Fuck, best pussy I ever had.” He growls, finishing his sentence with one painful snap of his hips that goes straight to your cervix.

“Oh, can I come, please? I need it so— so badly, Daddy… Please, please let me come…” You beg, feeling the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten up. The pressure increases and you’re not sure if you can hold out for a minute more. The lewd sounds, the feeling of their cocks driving in and out of you, and their moans all push you to the edge.

“Awe, well go ahead, little girl. You’ve earned it, come all over our cocks.”

“Yeah… Fuck— I don’t think ‘m gonna last any longer…” Bucky curses under his breath loud enough for you and Ransom to hear. Ransom nods, a bead of sweat running down his neck. Bucky’s metal hand comes up to your bra and he unhooks it. Ransom grabs the cheap fabric and throws it at one of his friends. Ransom gives a wink to Lee, who pockets your bra.

Your tits are sticky with dried champagne from before. Ransom has the urge to swirl his tongue around your hardened nubs until you’re coming around their cocks once again. But his basic needs are just more important than yours as of now. Bucky’s hips still first, his brutality against your ass finally coming to an end.

He swallows thickly — but he gets caught off by a loud, deep moan of his own. It’s right in your ear, and Bucky has you use your body as a brace to hold himself up. His balls tighten up and cum shoots inside your ass. You’re far more sensitive than the previous time and now you can feel every single drop painting your walls. Ransom follows, his load pumping into you in a relieving way. Your walls encompass them both, hugging them tightly.

Bucky fucks into you with a few more thrusts; shallow and quick. He prolongs his orgasm until his mind is fuzzy and his cock can’t take it. He pulls out, removing his hand from your hair and he sighs. His and Andy’s cum follows his cock along with a streak of light pink. He feels nice, prideful in a way that throughout all the pain, you only ever took pleasure.

Ransom keeps his cock locked inside of you, and he just knows that you’re on the verge of either crying, screaming, or passing out. He also knows that you’re smart, and won’t do anything other than remain docile for Sebastian and Chris. “C- Can I go now? I won’t tell anyone– I swear!” You plead to Ransom in an excited sort of whisper. Ransom clenches his jaw and stares down at you, and your lips turn down into a frown.

“You’re lucky we aren’t alone.” He tells you and his words are enough to shut you up. You whimper, but you don’t apologize. “You’ve been such a good girl…” Sebastian says from behind you. You turn around and look up at him. He smiles at you and it’s gentle, almost reassuring. But you don’t return it. Sebastian wraps his muscly arms around you and picks you up with ease.

Ransom’s cock slips from your folds with ease, and cum drips from your filled up pussy. White stickiness drips down your slightly sweaty thighs and it makes you feel so conscience-stricken. Unlike every other time — like when you were sucking off Lee and Steve, or getting fucked by Ransom and Bucky or Charles and Andy — you’re now standing up. It’s weird, a funny feeling that might take you a few seconds to get used to.

Chris comes up to you and he has a menacing stance. He cups your face with his soft yet slightly coarse hands. You flinch, scared that he’ll slap you the way Ransom did beforehand. Luckily, he doesn’t. “Aw, you’re scared, aren’t you?” Chris asks you, rubbing your top lip with his thumb. You hesitatingly nod. “Don’t be. The only thing you should be scared of is us destroying your holes… And by the looks of it, it seems like we already have.” He chuckles in a mocking manner.

You gulp thickly and try to ignore the newfound wetness that is pooling in your core. Along with it is a fire that doesn’t seem to be put out yet. Sebastian’s hands move from your waist to your back, and then to your hips. His movements are gentle and soft, almost as if his intentions hold no malice. But the truth is a complete contrast to what he’s trying to imply.

He spins you around in one swift movement and your world tilts on its axis for a brief moment. You grip his biceps as you try to get a hold of yourself. “Wanna see this pretty face while I fuck you into oblivion.” He mumbles under his breath, and you can feel Chris’s hands running all over your hurting ass. “And I wanna see this ass while I fuck it.” Chris chuckles in your ear once again.

He lands a spank onto your ass, watching the skin ripple in such a marvellous way he swears he’ll never see a girl as pretty as you. Sebastian lifts you up and on instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel Sebastian’s cock right near your beaten up, cum-filled entrance. Then, you feel Chris’s tip at your other entrance.

They both thrust into you at once, and a loud squelching noise fills the room. “That cunt is so filled up…” Steve comments from the side, slowly jerking his cock off. You squeeze your eyes shut at his words, and try to block them out. Sebastian lets out a choked moan, whereas Chris groans lowly in your ear.

They both hold you up by your ass, and they start to thrust into you hard and fast. Your head lols back onto Chris’s shoulder and you can barely keep up with them. Sebastian’s hips buck up to your pussy and his cockhead slams into your cervix. “Ow…” You whine, before biting down on your lip. Your lipstick is smeared and your makeup is all ruined, but that seems to be the last thing on your mind.

You’re so fucking sensitive, it’s practically hilarious. Your little body has reached its limit... but maybe your body has no limit anymore. “Shh, just give up, babydoll. You’re doing so good, letting us use you.” Sebastian praises as he delivers a nice, harsh thrust. Chris ruts into you like no tomorrow, treating you like the fleshlight you are.

“Yeah– You love getting used. Bet your boyfriend couldn’t fuck you like this, couldn’t make you feel this good. He probably didn’t know how much of a slut you are.” Chris whispers in your ear whilst he grinds his cock into you. Both of their cocks are covered in cum, but they don’t mind. “These holes belong to us, right? All ours, ready to be used anytime.” Mr. Evans adds.

His slightly greying beard scratches your skin, right where Ransom was choking you. He places a few kisses on your bruising, hurting neck. Your hardened nipples rub against Sebastian’s sweaty chest, and your bulging abdomen touches his, too. “It’s… ‘S too much..” You complain in a dragged out, pathetic whine that turns into a moan. “Oh, it’s too much? Poor baby… Do you want us to slow down?” Chris asks, bringing his thrusts to a halt.

You nod before you start begging because you know they want the cherry on top. “Yes, please. Please, Sir, please slow down.” You ask them politely. You even flash your signature puppy dog eyes, hoping they haven’t gone out of style yet. They both coo at you, before smirking at each other. You shut your eyes and sigh, but your eyelids fly back open when you feel Sebastian and Chris starting to fuck you even harder.

“Too bad,” Sebastian grunts. “You’re going to take whatever the fuck we give you.” He sneers, and you can feel that pressure in your stomach beginning to increase. But it’s too much, more than you can handle. You shake your head and beg them to stop, but your pleas are silenced when Chris wraps his hand around your throat.

Every word that’s in your mouth dies down, and the only thing that comes from you are your moans and whimpers. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you? Just can’t help it, it feels too fucking good, doesn’t it? Do it, come all over our cocks right fucking now.” Sebastian growls as your moans become louder and your grip on their cocks grow tighter.

Your legs are shaking as you come undone. Your hands curl into fists and your eyes shut as they roll back. Your wet walls gush around their thick, long cocks and they continue to fuck you until you’re babbling like a dumb little baby. “Fuck…” Chris curses under his breath, his thrusts becoming sloppy. It’s the same for Sebastian, and inside you’re elated.

Finally, finally, it’s all over.

They both pull out and you’re all but confused. They set you on the ground and you can barely stand without holding on to either Chris or Sebastian. Lee chuckles, and you shut your eyes in embarrassment. “Oh, don’t be like that.” Ransom sasses from Lee’s left side. He’s right. These men just put you through hell, and that’s what you’re going to be embarrassed about?

Pathetic.

Sebastian pushes you to your knees and you fall with a muffled thud. Once again, the carpet digs into your knees but this time it isn’t as painful. You look up, and you’re suddenly surrounded by everyone. Mr. Stan, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Bodecker, Mr. Blackwood, Mr. Evans, Mr. Rogers, Mr. Drysdale, and Mr. Barber… You’re not sure whether you should look at any of them in the eyes or not.

Truthfully, you’re not sure what to do. Should you run? Scream? Fight? Stay put? Millions of thoughts run through your mind but none of them seem to fully register. Everyone’s dominant hands are on their cocks, moving up and down at a rather fast pace. Chris and Sebastian fuck their hands even faster, eager to meet their climaxes.

Their moans and groans go straight to your wet pussy, fueling certain feelings you had been trying to push down all night. “Fuck, yes…” Chris moans coarsely. His balls tighten up and his red tip lets out spurts of cum. He paints your face and you nearly gag out of disgust. “You look even prettier with– with your face painted like that.” Lee groans, and he comes too. “Open up.” He orders in a creepy sing-song voice.

You listen to him obediently, and you haven’t noticed that the alcohol in your system has dissipated. His cum shoots straight into your mouth, his signature taste of muskiness and salt spreading across your tongue. After a few more seconds, Chris finally stops. He admires the way your face is covered in cum — his cum, to be exact. “C’mon, swallow it all like the good slut you are.” Sebastian urges, and his streaks of stickiness begin to shoot from his tip, too.

He paints your chest, almost like it’s a canvas. As much as you hate to admit it, this all turns you on even more. You can feel your wetness leaking from your cunt. Lee’s finger drags through the cum that’s on your face and he scoops some of it up. He pushes his finger into your mouth and shakes his head when he learns you haven’t swallowed his seed yet.

His frown is enough for you to listen. You swallow with difficulty, which comes from his digit. Your tongue laps up the cum on his finger and he smiles down at you. He pulls his finger out with a ‘pop’ and your legs are being spread again. You know for a fact you can’t take anything more, but you also know that they probably don’t care.

Ransom aims for your cunt, Steve too. They both come at the same time, loud moans escaping past their plump lips. More cum joins the gratuitous amount that’s already there. Once they stop moaning and they stop coming, you’re turned over onto your stomach. You already know that the carpet is probably a mess that dry cleaning might not accept.

Bucky and Charles cover your ass in ropes of their seed, and your messy chest presses into the ground. There’s more cum on you and in you than there is dignity. “Fuck, I wish my phone wasn’t dead. I would’ve taken so many lovely pictures of our masterpiece here.” Bucky groans, and he continues to give his cock a few more strokes just to lengthen his orgasm.

Andy is the last, only because he has patience for things like this. He paints your back like he’s Monet, or maybe even Da Vinci. Sebastian kneels down in front of you and picks your head up from off the ground. His thumb smears the cum on your face into your skin, and you don’t even have the energy to ask them if it’s all over. He chuckles, before standing back up again.

“Looks like you really were a good girl this year.”

[quinncupine]

May I request Alpha Bakugo, Midoriya, and Todoroki (seperate) always protecting their Omega reader? How would they react if another alpha tried to claim the omega? Likee hmm say for example the two are walking on the street then another alpha just jumps in and talks about like how attractive reader's scent is and stuff! It is alright if youre not comfortable with writing with this many characters, this ABO au, or this idea in general!

Notes: Hi Anon! I’m so sorry this took longer than expected to do! I promise I didn’t forget you! I don’t really know much about the ABO au so I had to do a bit of research first. I’m not really sure if I landed it though, but I did have fun writing it! It’s always fun to try out something new, so I do hope you enjoy it! I also tried to keep it gender-neutral.

Warnings: Language, mild violence, slight blood, possessive behavior, Alpha-Omega au, drinking-drunken behavior

Word Count: ~2.7K

Wanna request something?

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BAKUGO

Katsuki is the definition of aggressive. It's no surprise he'd be just as aggressive as an Alpha, especially when it came to you. Your mere presence was enough to send him into ultra possessive protective mode.

The two of you were heading back to your shared apartment after one of your weekly date nights. Since he was a pro hero, he didn't often have much free time, so he set aside a specific night each week, just for you. He wasn't the best at showing his love through words, so his actions more than made up for the fact.

A muscled arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you walked through the deserted street. The ground seemed to be swaying a bit, or that might've just been you. One drink too many could do that. Katsuki warned you not to drink so much, but you didn't listen and as much as he complained that he wouldn't carry you home, he still held most of your body weight up by a single firm hand.

"I love you," you cooed, dropping your head into his shoulder with a smile.

His hand tightened around you and a cocky grin spread across his face. "I know."

With a slight pout, you huffed, "say it back."

The tiniest roll of his eyes before he grabbed your chin with his free hand and tilted it up so he could look into your eyes. You were about to question him but his lips silenced you with a deep kiss. "You know I do." He tried to sound annoyed, but you could see straight through it.

He wouldn't be caught dead being this sentimental with you if anyone else was nearby, especially if another Alpha was near. To him, acting like that opened someone up for weakness, and with you on the line, he would never allow that. But since it was just the two of you alone, he allowed himself to show just a slight bit of passion. These little moments were reserved solely for you.

Wrapping your arms around him as much as you could, you let out a heavy sigh with sleepy eyes. The peaceful night air had a bit of a chill to it, but that was nothing compared to the heavenly warmth radiating from his body. That was until you felt his whole person stiffen.

Confused, you looked up. Then the smell hit you. Another Alpha's scent. Even in your hazy state, it smelled overwhelming, intentional…and all-too aggressive. It literally smelled like trouble. You'd had trouble in the past with other Alpha's coming on way too strong, which was one of the reasons why you were so grateful to have found Katsuki. He doesn't put up with any bullshit and isn't afraid to fight others off.

Katsuki's nails dug into your waist, his feet abruptly coming to a stop. Jaw clenched so hard, teeth nearly cracking from the pressure. Ruby-red eyes narrowed into deadly slits. A vicious snarl itching to see some action. It was a sight you were used to seeing from him. Criminals and heroes alike tried to avoid that exact look he was wearing right now.

Plenty of Alpha's had tried to come onto you in the past, but none have been so bold as to outright try to challenge Katsuki, especially in the dead of night on some deserted street. The moment they got a whiff of that dangerous heady scent, dripping with aggression and possessiveness, they immediately backed off. He didn't know the meaning of mercy.

When you turned your head to pinpoint the source of the scent, he twisted around first, swinging you to his back in one easy motion. The street looked empty from where you poked your head around his arm.

"Get lost fuckwad," he growled, "or die."

The shadows shifted and a man clad in loose black clothes that blended into the darkness so well you were having a hard time keeping your eyes on him. It was only when he stepped into the glow of a streetlamp from a block away did you finally see him clearly. He casually crossed his arms behind his head. A way of showing Katsuki that he wasn't threatened in the slightest. Even a full block away the poignant smell of him invaded your nose.

"What a temper on this one," he purred with a sultry charm guised to disarm, a complete contradiction of his hostile scent. "You know babe, you'd be much better off with me."

"Don't fucking talk to them," Katsuki snapped, fingers digging into the fabric covering your arm. "Or I'll kill you."

"It's not worth it," you tugged on his jacket a bit. "Let's just go."

Even as you said it, you knew it was pointless. Katsuki never backs down from a fight. Violence is ingrained in his DNA.

"Gonna take orders from an Omega? At least I know how to keep them in place, like a real Alpha," he smirked, crossing the street. A deep growl rumbled in Katsuki's chest, but the other Alpha ignored it. "Can't you smell it? I could smell their scent three blocks away."

You were on suppressants but alcohol is notorious for diluting their effect and of course, you had to show him up and drink more than him tonight. Was your scent out of control? You didn't think so and Katsuki hadn't said anything about it all night. You couldn't smell it, but if that Alpha had followed you all this way, it must've been strong.

As the Alpha drew closer, you realized just how bulky the man was. He stood taller than Katsuki by almost a foot and that grin stitched into his face was making you nervous. The whole situation was stressing you out so much Katsuki could most likely smell it comes off you in waves. His bright vermillion eyes found yours and he huffed. That instinct to protect was warring with his compulsion for reckless abandon. Before he could say anything, the Alpha made the first move.

With a snap of his teeth, the burly man took off towards Katsuki and Katsuki didn't waste a second. He pushed you back and charged. The two met in a head-on collision. A bright explosion lit up the darkened street with an echoing boom. When the light faded and the smoke cleared, Katsuki stood over his opponent, an angry snarl spilling from his grinning face as he smashed his foot into the Alpha's singed back. What was the phrase? All bark and no bite.

Once he was sure the Alpha was down for the count, he trudged over to you. Without a word, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away. After a few minutes, he deemed it far enough and stopped to pull you into his chest, resting his chin on your head.

"The nerve of these assholes," he muttered, eyes still glaring at the soft shadows surrounding them. He wouldn't feel better until you were back home, under his watchful eye. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," you mumbled into his shirt, closing your eyes with a relieved sigh. "I'm always fine when I'm with you."

MIDORIYA

Izuku isn't a typical Alpha. His demeanor is usually quiet and kind so it always surprised most people to find out he was one. Only making sense when he went into battle mode. The sheer ferocity this guy displays while fighting is one of the most intense things anyone will experience. R.I.P any brave soul that decides to challenge him. He gives it his all, especially if it means protecting someone under his care; namely you.

After leaving the theater (yes, Izuku drags you to each new All Might Movie premier, and no, you don't have a choice in the matter) you lean into him, listening to him gush about every detail the movie had gotten right or horribly wrong. This man was a serious fanboy. His voice was soothing to hear to so you could listen to him prattle on forever if you had your way.

The two of you had almost made it to the car when someone stumbled into you. If Izuku hadn't had his arm around your waist, you would've fallen down with the obviously drunk man. He pulled you away from the drunkard and did a quick check to make sure you weren't hurt before turning his attention to the man. "Hey, are you alright buddy?"

"Dammit!" the man groaned as he crawled back to his feet, swaying from side to side once he made it up. "Watch where you're goin'," he slurred out, lips having a hard time forming the words. Then he sniffed and blinked a few times, focusing on you. "Mmm, you smell good."

Izuku stiffened, subtly stepping in front of you, eyes narrowed. "Your drunk, it's time you went home."

"What's a lovely thing like you doing out so late?" he ignored Izuku entirely, puffing out his chest with a sleazy grin. That's when the scent hit you. Strong, mixed with the smell of alcohol. It made your nose wrinkle in disgust. "Come here doll, I can take good care of ya."

A low rumble vibrated deep within Izuku's chest. A warning. A threat. Most sensible Alpha's would've taken the cue, but this guy was far from anything resembling sense. Izuku is, for the most part, a rational Alpha, but when the drunkard stepped closer to touch you, he lost it.

It was so quick, you almost missed it. Izuku snatched the grimy hand, twisted it which in turn forced the man to twist as well, and sent him flying with a powerful kick to the rear. He kicked him so hard the Alpha flew halfway across the parking lot, landing in a small puddle with a loud splash. It took a moment for him to roll over, body still trying to process what just happened before finally falling back into the puddle with a long-winded groan.

Izuku stood rigid, eyes locked on the Alpha who had curled in on himself. He gnashed his teeth a few times trying to even out his huffy breaths. Small sparks of green electricity quietly crackled off his skin.

"Izuku?" you grabbed one of his fisted hands and pulled it close.

He looked down at you, still trying to calm his racing heart. Izuku didn't like to get like this in front of you and that in itself was making him more upset. But a part of him loved the fact that he could protect you so easily and that you took comfort in that fact.

The Alpha, apparently too drunk to remember what just happened, rolled out of the puddle and back to his feet. His back was dripping wet, but he didn't even seem to notice as he staggered off into the night.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, finally turning to you.

You wrapped your arms around his muscly frame, fingertips just barely meeting on his back. "What're you sorry for? You protected me, didn't you?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Pride swelled in his chest. A slight tinge rushed to his cheeks so he tucked his face into your neck, nuzzling his nose deep into the crook. Your scent was always so calming and he stayed like that for a minute until he remembered you were both still standing outside the car. "Let's go home."

TODOROKI

Shoto is a strong silent Alpha. He's probably the calmest of the three, but that doesn't mean he won't hesitate to kick anyone's ass if they dare mess with you. He's mastered the evil eye glare and combined with his natural Alpha aura, most steer clear.

You had decided to take a day trip to the next prefecture over to see your friends and had asked Shoto to pick you up from the train station. So, there he was, standing on the platform, umbrella in hand as the rain came down in a steady, freezing pour.

When the train finally pulled in, he scanned the cars until he saw you step out. Even in the heavy rain, he could pick up your scent and it was screaming distress. It confused him until he saw why…or rather smelled why. Stepping out behind you was a lanky man, mere inches from your back. His grinning face was bent next to yours as he talked with you, well more like at you. Large hands ghosted over your hair, taking in heavy whiffs of you. A grimace stuck on your face as you did everything in your power to ignore him, but trying to ignore an Alpha was like trying to ignore a blowhorn to the face. Loud, obnoxious, and completely overwhelming. The longer you ignored him, the more irritated he grew.

Shoto snapped the umbrella closed so hard he almost broke it. He no longer cared about getting wet and used the tip to wedge himself between the crowd of people. The hair on his neck stood on end. The rain on his right side froze the minute it touched his skin while on his left, it turned to steam. He tried to suppress that ball of rage building in the back of his throat, only for an aggravated growl to escape. Anyone who managed to catch his wrathful gaze quickly jumped out of his warpath.

The Alpha placed his hand on your shoulder and that was the final straw. You turned to swat him off, which was apparently the wrong thing to do. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you right up against him, dark eyes narrowed, teeth bared. Panic took over as you struggled to free yourself from his too-tight grip.

An umbrella came out of nowhere, whacking the Alpha right in the nose. He let go of your wrist with a startled yelp, stumbling back a few feet.

Shoto suddenly materialized between the two of you. You'd been so distracted that you didn't even realize you could smell Shoto's scent. But now that he was up close, it was all you could smell. Strong, powerful, and…furious.

"What the fu-AAAH!" With a scream, he toppled over. Both legs were frozen together in a thick column of ice. He hit the ground hard, head smacking on the wet concrete.

Shoto towered over him, shooting that perfected evil eye, face masked in shadows. "Next time," he growled, voice low and terrifyingly calm, "I'd advise not to touch people without their permission." Crouching next to his head, he glanced down at his left hand where a small flame erupted, and despite the pouring rain, only seemed to grow brighter. "Or you might get burned."

The man wisely stilled, eyes wide. "I didn't know they already had a mate dude, I swear."

"Regardless, don't ever let me catch you treating someone like that again," he snapped his hand closed, extinguishing the flame. "Is that understood?"

The threat was heard loud and clear but the Alpha glanced at you and Shoto grabbed his chin and pulled his gaze back to him. "Don't ever look at them again."

A nod and Shoto threw his face to the side, standing up. Taking a moment to compose himself again, he turned to you, hunched in on yourself, looking slightly embarrassed. Too many people were staring because Shoto had made a scene. He could care less about what other people thought. Someone had messed with you and he had to make it right.

Holding a hand out, you accepted it and he ushered you away. The both of you were soaking wet but he still opened the umbrella again, shielding you from the rain. Once you were far enough away from the station and other people, he stopped to inspect you.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, looking for any obvious signs or lingering scent marks.

"No, I'm fine." You hugged yourself, not sure if you were shivering from the cold wet or from that creep, possibly both.

With a frown, he pulled you in close. His left side immediately warmed you up and you buried your head as far as you could into his chest, that familiar, safe scent surrounding you. "Thanks, Sho."

That intense anger was slowly ebbing away the longer you held onto him. That need to protect, to comfort taking its place.  You alone were the only thing that seemed to be able to calm him down when he was so worked up. Wrapping his free arm around you, tucking you in as tightly as possible, he kissed the top of your head. "You know I'd do anything for you."

[dannythedog]

Can I request a scenario where you’re in the pit at a GVF concert and Josh catches your eye while performing, and he eventually makes a comment to you (for everyone else to hear ofc) and invites you backstage after the show ?? Perhaps to a tour bus after partyy. Proper groupie treatment, you choose the outcome :) I love your writing!

Sorry that it took so long to get this out! I'll try to be a little more timely but no promises lol I also wasn't sure if you meant like NSFW groupie or not but I decided to keep it relatively PG-13

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Groupie: Josh Kiszka x Y/N

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and weed

You gave yourself one more quick glance in the mirror, smoothing down your hair. You wore a pretty floral shirt, big bellbottoms, and boots with a small heel so your pants wouldn't drag on the ground. The air in Nashville was hot and humid, making you worry about your hair. It was worn down and wavy, really pulling your outfit together.

Anticipation set in as you made your way out of the venue bathrooms. You still couldn't believe you scored pit tickets to your favorite band, Greta Van Fleet. This experience would've been even better if your best friend could've came, but she claimed her schedule was too tight to move things around.

"Okay!" A loud voice announced, grabbing your attention. "It's time to start heading to your seats! Please stay calm and walk! I promise you'll get to where you want to be."

You quietly shuffled behind a couple of over-excited girls, smiling a little when you heard them ramble about the band. Everyone was so kind and accepting. Even though you came alone, you felt like you had all the friends in the world at this concert.

"Where are you hoping to be?" One of the girls turned to ask you.

"Well, I'd be happy anywhere. They're a great band!" Your cheeks burned lightly as you said, "But I sort of have a soft spot for Josh."

The girls squealed a little and began gushing about their respective favorites. You continued to shuffle down the steps towards the general admission area. A little knot formed in the pit of your stomach when you saw how close to the stage you were going to be. You were caught off guard when the two girls grabbed your hands and yanked you into the pit right up against the barrier.

"We wanted to make sure you got in front of Josh," one of the girls began. "It's not easy getting here or by Jake if you're not quick."

The other girl gestured to Jake's side of the stage. People were already cramming together trying to get as close as possible. You smiled at the girls in appreciation.

"You guys are really too kind. I'm Y/N, by the way."

"I'm Mia," the pretty blonde bumped shoulders with you.

"I'm Emily," the other girl with gorgeous bright auburn hair gave a small wave.

The three of you enjoyed the opening acts together, bobbing and swaying to the music. You exchanged social media handles with the girls so you could send each other pictures and keep in touch. Photographers at the front of the stage even snapped pictures of your little group, smiles bright and hands in the air.

The lights went down and smoke began filling the stage. Emily bumped into you excitedly, all of you exchanging ecstatic looks. You couldn't believe you were finally experiencing this firsthand. Everything felt so surreal, sweaty bodies pressed together, suspenseful lighting, an electric feel buzzing through the air. Then Sam walked on stage and the atmosphere lifted immensely. Loud screams filled your ears and you let out the biggest smile.

One by one the boys made their way onto the stage, each playing little bits on their instruments. You of course were excited to see them, but you just couldn't wait to see Josh. You were hoping the warm fuzzy feeling you got while looking at his pictures would make an appearance tonight.

"Here he comes!" Mia exclaimed, grabbing onto your arm. "There he is! Look at him!"

Josh was right in front of you, prancing onto the stage. You were awestruck. His curly brown locks stuck up in random places, his tight jumpsuit clung to his body in all the right spots, and he wore the most dazzling smile you'd ever seen. He was ethereal.

The band kicked off the concert with Heat Above. Your group couldn't help but sway and scream along to the song. You loved watching Josh perform. He looked so genuinely happy and proud, it made your heart swell. You found your eyes glued to him since he got on stage. There was some sort of pull, you physically couldn't tear your eyes away, but you were glad you couldn't. Josh turned to your section of the crowd and locked eyes with you, an eruption of butterflies crowding your stomach. His eyes glistened and a small sheen of sweat made him shine, almost as much as the little smile he gave you.

You were knocked out of your trance by the next song starting up. He looked at you. He smiled at you. For the next couple of songs you kept glancing at each other, a furious blush forming on your cheeks. When he spoke to the crowd, he always managed to look right at you.

"Josh sure seems to have eyes for you," Mia chatted, tossing her blonde hair back.

"No, he's just interacting with the crowd," you said shyly, looking everywhere but the stage.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Josh's voice booming through the speakers. "You guys will know this next one. It's off our old album," Josh then turned his eyes towards yours once again. "I want to dedicate this song to the beautiful woman in front row. Your shirt is quite fitting for this one. This is Flower Power."

You glanced down at your shirt, remembering the flowers all over it. Your jaw hung wide as you turned to the girls. "Did he just dedicate this song to me?"

Emily and Mia squealed, jumping up and down as the beginning notes to Flower Power rung through the venue. You turned back to the stage, finding Josh still gazing at you as he sung. Your body felt warm and fuzzy. There was just no way that this was happening.

Body shaking from adrenaline, you moved to the song giving him a full show. You flashed him a bright smile as you danced and sung, letting him know you appreciated the gesture. As the song started to come to an end, Josh ran off stage leaving you confused.

"What's he doing?" Questioned Emily. You simply shrugged your shoulders and watched as he ran back on stage with a bouquet of white roses. He hopped off stage, security hot on his heels. Josh flitted about the crowd, handing roses to fans.

You bit your lip wishing he would come back to your side of the audience. As if he read your mind, his eyes met yours, one rose still in hand. You watched as he took off in a slight jog towards you, heart nearly pounding out of your chest. Then you were face to face with Josh Kiszka. Your palms were sweaty, knees shaking slightly. This was a dream. It had to be.

He delicately held out the rose to you, brown eyes warmly taking in your flushed features. With a light smile, you took the rose sticking it in the waistband of your pants like you had seen Jake do in pictures.

He leaned in close to you, lips brushing your ear and security nearly snatching him away out of apprehension. "I hope you liked the song. I'd like it if you stayed after the show. Security will take you where you need to be."

Your cheeks brushed as he pulled away, his soft skin leaving a tingly trail. In a daze, you nodded your head yes. You were still convinced this was a dream. His smile was blinding as he climbed back to the stage, leaving you with the two girls screaming in your ear.

The three of you enjoyed the rest of the show, hugging each other before they went to raid the merch stand. You stood in your place nervously, waiting for someone to approach you. Finally, a man began to walk towards you. You recognized him as a security guard that followed Josh around when he jumped off stage.

"You're the one Josh wants backstage. You're over 18, right?"

You nodded your head and followed the man through a side door connected to the stage. He lead you through winding hallways that were dimly lit and bustling with employees, surely ready to go home after a long day.

Your stomach was twisting with anxiety. You were about to meet your favorite band. Your mind couldn't wrap around how this even could happen, but you didn't have time to think. The man had stopped at a door labeled 'Greta Van Fleet' and knocked, giving you a half hearted smile before leaving.

The door swung open and you were greeted with a sweaty and red faced Jake, the rest of the boys peeking behind him to see the new visitor.

“Oh, hey,” he greeted easily. “Come on in.”

He stepped to the side, granting you access. You felt all their eyes on you, and got a little insecure. Had you misunderstood Josh? Did he want to meet you privately? You let your eyes glance across the room. It was slightly untidy, empty cups sat on most surfaces, different items of clothing strewn about, a well loved sofa sat on one wall looking a little grimy, mirrors and lights seemingly everywhere.

“I’m glad that you could stay,” Josh approached you looking a little bashful. He eyed the flower in your waistband, smiling a bit. “Where are your friends?”

“Oh, we didn’t come here together. I just met them today. I didn’t know they could come,” you spoke, voice a little unsteady from nerves.

“The more the merrier,” Sam piped up.

You wish you had thought to invite them. It would’ve eased your anxieties and you know they would’ve loved to be here.

“That’s alright, I really just wanted to see you,” Josh said somewhat quietly, eyes cast to the floor.

Your heart squeezed at his words and tingles shot through your body. You admired him in this vulnerable state. His cheeks were pink, lashes resting on them as he looked down and kicked his foot at the ground. His hands were clasped, flexing his arms a little.

“Want a drink?” Danny offered, holding a cup out to you. You took it gratefully and eyed the couch.

“Oh, I’m being a terrible host. Come sit, do you need anything?” Josh voiced, taking your hand and leading you to the couch.

“I’m okay, thank you for inviting me. I’m a huge fan of you guys!”

Josh sat next to you, thighs touching. Jake had put on some music, making the tension ease up some.

“I’ll drink to that,” Sammy smiled, chugging his drink.

Getting drunk seemed to be on their agenda, and you happily went along with it. It got easier to socialize with them when you got more drinks into your system, the group of you laughing in no time. Josh spent the night giving you long looks and slight touches that sent you into a tizzy. You felt brave. You knew it was the alcohol, but it was now or never.

“You know,” you began, turning to fully face Josh. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you all night. You look so damn good up on stage.”

He smiled, leaning in close. “To be fair, I couldn’t stop looking at you either. The way you just got so into my music is really enticing.”

You watched as he licked his lips, desire growing making your mouth water.

“I saw you looking. I had to put on a little show of my own.”

His teeth sunk into the soft flesh of his lower lip, eyes flicking between your face and lips. Your eyes darted to the rest of the band. They were too occupied with a game of darts to pay attention to you and Josh.

“I find you incredibly attractive,” he spoke lowly as he placed his hand on your thigh. You shivered and he ran his thumb up and down.

“Then do something about it,” you breathed, gravitating towards his lips.

He placed a hand on your cheek and kissed you hard, curls tickling your forehead. Your eyes squeezed shut and you let your hands travel to his chest, rubbing over his jumpsuit he had yet to change out of. He traced his tongue over your lip, begging to let him in and you obliged. Your hand tangled itself in his hair and tugged gently, eliciting a moan that made your thighs clench. While your tongues lapped at each other, he let the hand that was on your thigh roam up to your rib cage, brushing just below your breast. You grabbed that hand and placed it where you know he wanted it, letting a small whine escape your throat as he squeezed. Just as you were going to explore other parts of his toned body, a voice interrupted your activities.

“Ugh, get a room!” Jake called out, swatting a hand in your general direction.

You both pulled away from each other, Josh glaring at his twin. You leaned forward and hid your face in his chest, embarrassed that they had caught you. Josh shifted slightly making you sit up. He pulled out a joint and a lighter, lighting the bundle and taking a drag.

“You want some?” He offered. You accepted and took your own drag, watching the smoke billow from your lips.

“Sorry that they’re annoying. I wish we had somewhere more private.”

A lazy smile fell on your lips. “Yeah, me too.”

“We leave tomorrow morning. I wish we could continue this,” Josh pulled out his phone and handed it to you. “Why don’t you give me your number. Next time I’m close, I’ll text you or something.”

A peaceful buzz settled in your body as you typed your number out. He wanted to see you again. For the rest of the night you two were glued to each other’s sides, stealing kisses here and there. You felt like you were on top of the world. You couldn’t wait until they were in town again.

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I really wasn’t sure how to end this one. Since it’s more groupie fashioned I didn’t want to make it too sappy or anything. And I have no experience being a groupie lmao I hope you guys enjoyed!!