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taestefully-in-luv · 4 years ago

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Always You | JJK (One)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack

Word Count: 10.2k (yikes, I know) (I will try to shorten future chapters, ya girl is sorry)

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, puking, reader is a drunk cry baby, reader is kinda embarrassing, jk is kinda jelaous, mentions of sleeping around, reader and jk are pretty affectionate, jk’s thighs are mentioned—that’s like, a warning in itself right?

Notes: hiiiii, the first part is here! Once again, really nervous about this so please go easy on me but mostly, just enjoy! :) also sorry for any typos!!!!

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The sun is a magical thing. It lights up and warms the Earth, it enhances your mood, it helps plants grow, it literally provides for life. Without the sun, life on Earth would cease to exist. What the sun also does? The sun also shines down on us and lights up the most beautiful things. The sun today, however, is especially highlighting the most beautiful thing. The way the glittering rays gleam through the windows you can see how todays sun focuses on him.

That’s right, you guessed it. Kim Taehyung. His skin is absolutely glowing in the rays, his eyes sparkle in the light that shines down. Yes, Kim Taehyung is an other-worldly being. The way he just stands there and shimmers you can’t help but stare but also like, shy away because his beauty is so god damn blinding. Wait…was this dramatic? This might be dramatic. You’re too far gone to care though. His boxy grin, the way his hair falls into his eyes, the mole on his—

“I just want you to know, you are fucking drooling.” You hear the scoff of the man across from you, Jeon Jungkook, also known as your best friend.

You lazily shake your head as the two of you sit nice and snug in the booths of your favorite coffee shop. It’s one of the colder spring days, the breeze biting at your skin when you were outside but now, you have Jungkook’s scarf wrapped loosely around your neck and hot coffee in your hands.

“I mean, I get it. He’s gorgeous but do you really have to go this far?”

You bring the white mug full of black coffee to your lips. It’s hot and burns the tip of your tongue, but not anything you’re not use to.

“Yes.” You state plainly. You know exactly to what he is referring to. You don’t usually come here at this time, in fact you are usually a creature of habit and come at the same time on the same days… Tuesday and Thursdays in the evening but its Friday and like 1pm. But you knew Kim Taehyung was going to be here when he snapped a picture of the famous white mug with the shops logo on it and posted on his story. You bring your hand up to your forehead, saluting to the sky, “Thank you Snapchat.” So yes, naturally when you saw he was at this coffee shop you hurried to make sure you were too. Maybe it is fucking desperate. Okay it is. But could you blame a girl? He was one of the hottest guys you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

“This is ridiculous,” Jungkook huffs into his own mug, “You could just talk to him…”

Now it was your turn to scoff.

“As fucking if!”

Jungkook smirks into his mug, taking a sip of the burning hot coffee. “That incapable, hmm?”

“It’s not that I’m incapable JK,” You blow on the drink nonchalantly, “I am simply just not worthy.”

“You are so stupid, I swear.” He huffs into his mug again.

“What do you mean?”

Jungkook breathes out slowly, biting his lip as if contemplating what to say.

It’s like, what can he say? He wishes he could tell you a million things that would ease your mind, that could possibly give you the confidence you need or maybe just slap the reality on you that Taehyung doesn’t deserve you. But then he will get asked ‘why’ and he can’t have that.

“What?” you whine into your cup before setting it down.

“You’re really cool and also pretty?” he says quirking a brow in question. Because apparently that’s all he can come up with.

“That’s a question? Also am I dying? You’re complimenting me?” you tease, giving him an exaggerated look of satisfaction.

“I just mean…” Jungkook runs a hand through his messy dark locks, “You have nothing to worry about, ya know?”

Nothing to worry about he says! What does he know? He can literally get any girl—or guy for that matter—that he wants. You dip your head, frowning at the idea.

Jungkook has been your best friend since your freshmen year and there’s nothing you treasure more than his friendship. You bite your lips and tilt your head trying to recall his first presence in your life…oh! That stupid frat party freshmen year…you met at a frat party during your first semester and totally hit it off. Did he try to get into your pants? Okay, yeah maybe. He offered a room just up the stairs that night, but you refused…seemingly too shy. But Jungkook was nothing but understanding. He pat your back and said he knew a better place, and that was the 24 diner down the street. And the rest is history

“Obviously I don’t know and oh my god don’t look but—” You try saying before Jungkook is completely turning his head around to look. Classic Jungkook.

“Oh hey Tae.” Jungkook says in The Kim Taehyungs direction. Taehyung walks up to your table, you thought the sun only highlighted his beauty but up close he is the sun. You knew it was a magical thing.

“Hey guys! “ Taehyung stands there as bright as a fucking light, waving at you and your best friend. Oh yeah, did we forget to mention Jungkook is also friends with said Kim Taehyung? Okay, so maybe talking to Taehyung shouldn’t be that hard, since you share the same fucking friends. And you guys are technically friends too.

“Sup dude.” Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly, picking up his coffee mug once again. His long fingers wrapping around the porcelain, warming him up. You watch as Jungkook takes a sip of his beverage with his doe eyes on you, he nods his head towards Taehyung and winks at you as he gulps down the drink. Of course, he’s teasing you.

“Hey y/n!” Taehyungs smile shines so brightly you want to actually kill yourself. What is up with this dude and being so blinding?

“Hey Taehyung…” you gulp your coffee awkwardly, giving him a small wave of the hand.

��y/n I told you to call me Tae!”

“Right…” you chuckle into the coffee creating bubbles of the liquid like the fucking pathetic lil thang you are.

Yeah, talking to The Kim Taehyung is not your specialty. Never was.

2 years ago

Your head is buried in books on the table of your campuses library with Jungkook fast asleep next to you. Statistics shouldn’t be this hard but it fucking is and you are groaning into your book, on the verge of pulling your hair out when a deep voice that rumbles your insides interrupts you—actually fuck it, you don’t feel like getting into a flashback. Just know that you met Taehyung (officially through Jungkook) and he ended up calling you pretty and you’ve thought about it every day since. Because you are pathetic. What’s new?

And that was it, that’s all it took for you to gain a massive crush on the boy.

“What’s up dude?” Jungkook asks again. He is now scrolling through his phone, probably swiping through Tinder, if you have to guess. And you’re right because he’s turning his phone towards you showing you some random girl, his wide eyes asking for your opinion. You roll your eyes and nod your head ‘yes’. As you can guess, this happens quite often.

“Ummm…” Taehyung runs a frustrated hand through his hair, you slowly tilt your head to soak him in when you notice he looks almost…panicked? “I need help with something actually,” but he isn’t looking at Jungkook as he says this, no. He’s looking at you.

“You see that girl at the counter over there? The one with long hair, not the other one.” He nods his head in the general direction while still remaining discreet.

You tilt your head to steal a glance at the counter and yes you do see the girl he is referring to. She’s got long brown hair that reaches her waist and man, she is gorgeous. Big, bright eyes. Full, pouting lips. Long legs and yeah, the works. Taehyung sure knows how to pick them. Did he need help to get her number of something? Like a wing woman? You mean, does he really need the help?

“Yes, I see her.” Is all you say to him and you expect him to ask you to go over there but instead he says,

“Great. I need you to be my girlfriend.”

You blink lazily at him as you process his words while Jungkook chokes on his drink.

“You want her to be your what?” Jungkook is the first to speak.

“My girlfriend.” He says again before his eyes go wide, “Like, like my fake girlfriend.” Taehyung turns a wonderful shade of red before his hand is reaching to scratch the back of his neck, chuckling to himself. “This girl—Anna…she is a bit obsessed? Ya know? Won’t leave me alone type thing and …and I have tried saying I have a girlfriend but she followed me to this coffee shop when she heard I was here. Like, who does that?”

Now it’s your turn to turn red, because you. You would fucking do that.

“That’s horrible Taehy—” you begin to say before Taehyungs large eyes pierce into your own, “Please y/n.”

“Anna???” Jungkook cuts in setting his phone on the table. “Like Anna Anna?” Jungkook squints his eyes at his friend before scoffing. “...She’s not doing it.” his eyes go between Taehyung and this girl Anna. “Don’t involve her in whatever game you—"

“I’ll do it.” You say, even surprising yourself. “I mean, it’s just pretend and for this moment so why not?” you begin to explain yourself. Plus for a few minutes you can pretend you’re really his girlfriend and your delusional mind will thrive off that.

Tae is quick to straighten his back and smile widely before he is ushering you to scoot over in the booth to let him in. “Scoot scoot” he whispers, grinning from ear to ear.

“Tae, you can’t be serious—” Jungkook is quick to say something, anything. His hands scrambling to grab his phone and hands it to Taehyung from across the table. “Here. Call up some other girl to do this. Don’t involve y/n.” Taehyung gives Jungkook a look of panic before Jungkook speaks up again, “Plus, y/n would be the worst fake girlfriend,” And that’s it. That’s all it takes. Jungkook’s constant negativity pisses you off so much that it drives what you say next.

“No need Taehyung.” You snatch Jungkook’s phone and shove it back in his hands. “Why don’t you call up one of your girls yourself and leave us alone?”

Jungkook looks at you shocked, his brows furrowing so deeply you are almost concerned for his face and the wrinkles that might set in.

“y/n…?” his stupid doe eyes look at you with so much confusion.

“I just mean, I can do this Jungkook. Don’t have to be so concerned.”

At that, Taehyung lights up.

“Great!” and his long arm wraps around your waist and when he was sure Anna is looking he leans in to plant a soft kiss to your cheek. “Thanks for doing this…” he whispers in your ear before placing another kiss.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s shocked ones. He looks like he just saw a ghost, all the color drained from his face as he watches you and Taehyung.

“Uh….” You don’t have any words for Taehyung—or Tae as he likes to be called.

You don’t even have the balls to glance his way, you don’t even have the balls to breathe in his direction.

“Look at me?” Taehyung’s finger is on your chin, guiding it towards his face.

“No…” Jungkook spurts out, “I mean, y/n don’t we have to go?” Jungkook looks at you with a look you’ve never really seen before. Maybe it’s desperation but you don’t really care.

“We don’t actually” you respond nonchalantly.

And with that you turn to face Taehyung more properly. His face is so close to yours it’s almost suffocating.

“What is it…Tae?” you try out his nickname for the first time. His cheeks flush and he scoots back just an inch.

“Thank you for doing this but…” his eyes slide to the side, eyeing Jungkook. “I was thinking we could do this for a couple of weeks, at the least. Ya know, to make it believable.”

Surprising you and Taehyung, Jungkook rises from his seat at the booth,

“y/n let’s go.” He simply states, not even looking at you. Taehyung looks panicked as you look between the boys.

“Tae…” you started to say before Jungkook reaches over the table to grab your wrist, “Come oooooooonnnnn” But you are quick to yank it back.

“Stop Jungkook, you’re being childish.”

Taehyung tightens his hold on you, “Yeah Kookie, sit back down…please.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at Taehyung, giving him a look that screams ‘are you serious?!’

“Childish? Okay.” He gives you a look of disappointment before grabbing his phone and his bag and walking away from the table. You watch in disbelief as Jungkook’s figure disappears from your view. What was up with him?

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s going on with him…”

“Right…” Tae responds quietly, his grip on your waist loosening up. “He’s just really protective over you, huh?” Taehyung bites his lip in contemplation, “y/n. I’m serious, let’s do this. I’ll pay for your coffee for the next month if you do this with me. Please, I am quite literally begging you.” He breathes out through his nose in an attempt to laugh. “She won’t leave me alone otherwise.”

You bite your lip in deep thought, your brows pulled together. Taehyung couldn’t help but find you cute.

“For a month? What happened to a few weeks?” you ask, a playful smirk gracing your features.

Taehyung couldn’t help the grin that made its way on his face.

“1 month.” He breathes out. “Unless you fall in love with me during that time and beg for more time….” He pokes his tongue out, his teasing tone going straight to your lady bits. If only he knew.

“Fine, but we should set some ground rules…don’t you think?”

“Okay. Like what?”

“Oh…I don’t—”

Taehyung raises a brow, “Don’t say something stupid like ‘no kissing’…because we want to make it as realistic as possible, don’t we?” he leans in just a bit more. Without Jungkook around Taehyung seems a bit more confident.

“Oh, you want to kiss me then?”

“It’s just for show. We don’t gotta think too hard about it.” His face inches closer and closer.

“Love…” you say, in a complete daze. Too lost in Taehyungs big brown eyes.

“What about it?” he doesn’t blink, just continues to stare into your eyes.

“We…would if one of us catches feelings? Then we should stop it, right?” You choke out.

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut as an impossibly cute giggle escapes his lips, “You’re so cute. How many romcoms have you watched to come up with that line?”

“I’m serious.” You push your head back, “This could become hurtful if one of us falls in love…” You say this knowing it’s you. Well, obviously. Just because Taehyung called you pretty 2 years ago doesn’t mean he likes you.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Taehyung gets close again, “I’ll tell you.” And then he leans in, just an inch from your face. His lips hovering over your own and you can see his eyes still on you, like he’s silently asking for permission. You can’t help the nod of your head and you, yourself don’t stop yourself from leaning in.

Taehyungs lips are just as soft as you had always imagined. His lips only peck yours, the kiss is short but sweet. Once he pulls back you see his eyes slide to the counter where that Anna girl stands, and a look of relief washes over his features.

“Thank God, she bought it. She looks pissed,” he laughs loudly, “She saw us and is totally storming out!”

Oh, right. This is all for show.

“Oh, good.”

“Thanks y/n!” Taehyung’s smile is so wide it takes up the entire booth. He goes in for a quick hug, pulling back he smiles again before reaching his hand to pat your head.

“You’re a good girl.” He says and slips out of the booth. Welp, you wish those words didn’t go straight to your vagina.

“Uh, thanks.” You sputter out, not entirely sure what just happened.

“See you later?” he asks then his face lights up, “I’ll bring you a coffee.”

“Well, that is the deal.” You shoot him some pathetic finger guns.

You stare down at your now cold coffee, and look across from you at the now empty booth where Jungkook once sat.

“I’ll text you with more details later!” he shakes his phone in his hand,

“Bye bye…girlfriend.” He finishes off with a wink and skips, yes fucking skips away.

You are left alone at your table, with an empty seat across from you and a cold coffee. And now a fake boyfriend with the guy you have a massive crush on. This couldn’t possibly go all wrong, could it?

~~~

“This is definitely going to go all wrong, you realize that, right? This is a bad idea y/n and you know it.”

Jungkook’s legs are swung over your own as he lays on the couch, his focus on his phone in his hands. He wears his gray puma sweat suit you love so much and smells exactly the same as always—clean laundry and his own musk. You can’t help but eye him over, his dark strands of hair falling into his eyes as he bobbles his head to rid himself of the stray pieces. You aren’t blind, Jungkook is like, crazy hot and sometimes your staring can become a problem.

“Like, ‘we can’t fall in love with each other’” he mocks, “What sort of bullshit? You already in love, aren’t you?” he peeks over his phone to get a look at you waiting for some sort of rejection of his words.

“It’s just a crush, Jungkook.”

“Sure.” His eyes go back to his screen. “You’re pretty dumb for doing this.”

“Did I mention we kissed?”

“Only 100 times now you sicko.” Jungkook rolls his eyes and you can’t help but giggle.

It’s no secret that Jungkook is against this—whatever this is. He always has been…ever since you mentioned it 2 years ago sophomore year.

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?!” you ask in disbelief.

You just confessed your little crush on Taehyung to Jungkook, the two of you sitting across from one another in the library when he rolls his eyes, obviously annoyed.

“Can you not yell? We’re literally in a library. And I don’t feel like getting kicked out this week…again.” He rolls his pen between his fingers as he speaks.

“Okay one: that’s your own fault for getting caught with your hand down some girls pants. And Two: what do you mean ‘no’?”

“Taehyung is off limits for you.” He says, totally unbothered.

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“It means, he’s my friend for one so gross, and also he’s kind of like…emotionally unavailable.”

You chew on your pen, wondering what that could mean. Like, he doesn’t date? He doesn’t ‘do’ relationships? He’s already in love with someone else?

“I’m not telling you.” Jungkook’s pen slides against his paper as he writes, “His life.”

Oh, you asked that out loud.

“Whatever Jungkook, it’s just a crush.”

It feels nice to have a crush on someone other than…

Ding

Your phone goes off and you hurry to check it. What? It could be Taehyung wanting to go over the details of the ‘plan’. But much to your disappointment it was just Jimin.

Jimin 9:42pm

Where are you guys? Party has BEEN started girl

Y/N 9:42pm

We’re about to leave babe, see you soonish

Jimin 9:43pm

You guys fuckin? *smirk face emoji*

Y/N 9:43pm

Did you just…write smirk face emoji instead of putting the emoji itself

Y/N 9:44pm

Also how many times do I have to tell you JK and I aren’t like that

Jimin 9:45pm

Whatevs, see you soon babe xoxo

You set your phone down in your lap, your fingers going to massage Jungkook’s calves as you sneak a glance at him, he closes his eyes in satisfaction as you continue massaging the muscle.

“We gotta get go—also, that’s now what you’re wearing right?”

“Not going tonight. But have fun.” Jungkook sets his phone on his chest, letting out a long breath while folding his arms behind his head. He looks comfortable like, you almost believe him that he’s really staying in.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I’m serious.”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N why don’t we just stay in tonight?” He whines, he unfolds his arms and reaches for your hand. “Let’s go buy a 12 pack, get fucked up and just ya know, stay in.” Though this doesn’t sound like a bad idea, it also sounds like every Friday night with the two of you and you want to do something different tonight. But it would take some convincing. You interlock your fingers with his and he melts at your touch, his dopey smile growing.

“It’s a good idea, right?” he says, blinking up at you.

You smile back, tilting your head just the slightest before your smile drops altogether.

“No.”

“Ugh!” Jungkook throws his head back on the sofas armrest, “Why are you like this?”

“You still love me.” You chirp swinging his legs off yours and standing to your feet.

“Now get dressed and I promise that I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the weekend and you can bring whatever poor girl back to the apartment.”

Oh yes, your best friend is also your roommate. You’ve been living together for the last year—it just made the most sense. He was always over at yours or vise versa. So it made the most sense to save money and just room together. It worked out almost perfectly—almost. He paid his half of rent on time, he cleaned the dishes, he did laundry. Wait a minute, what the hell did you offer? That’s beside the point, the best of all he was always there when you needed him. The one downfall…the girls he brought over.

It got so bad that you couldn’t even sleep. You get it, your best friend is obviously…gifted. If the girls whines and moans and screams were any indication. So you had to set some rules for your sanity! For one, the other must always warn the other when bring home a person for the night. And two, its best if the other is already like, not home. Jungkook quickly agreed…something about how he doesn’t want to hear you either.

So, offering to be gone all weekend so he can have as much sex in his bed as he wants is probably going to be convincing enough.

You study Jungkook’s features, his brows pinched together almost comically, and his lips formed into the cutest pout.

“All weekend?” he asks, kicking imaginary rocks with his feet. “Like, no interruptions?”

“No interruptions you absolute whore.”

“Fine, deal.” He looks into your eyes and something flashes across them that you cant pinpoint. “I guess I’ll get dressed…but wait, where will you stay?”

“Probably with Jimin.” You shrug.

“Hm, okay.” Jungkook walks towards his room while lifting his sweatshirt over his head and throwing it behind him, the article of clothing landing on the floor. “And you’re doing laundry.”

“Brat.” You say rolling your eyes but you can’t help but smile.

You don’t take long to get ready yourself, you settle for a casual look tonight…okay, semi-casual, meaning you’re wearing jeans but you are wearing a nice, low cut blouse that shows a generous amount of cleavage. It’s your go to titty shirt. You aren’t really looking to get laid tonight or anything but you do want onlookers to wish you were.

You bounce your knee up and down while sitting on the sofa as you not so patiently wait on your bff, you call out for him but he only yells back that you need to like, chill out. After what feels like forever, the creak of his bedroom door opening can be heard and you quickly stand to your feet to face him.

“Woah.” Is all you manage to say as Jungkook walks out of his room, his cologne filling the air around you. “You look…” you can’t even finish your sentence without Jungkook’s stupid smirk already on his face. His pants are skin tight, the material practically melted on to his thick thighs that are deliciously exposed thanks to rips and holes. His plain white tee is accompanied by a fine leather jacket and his hair is split down the middle, the waves adorning his face. He looks damn good. And you both fucking know it.

“I look?” he teases, walking closer to you. His cologne suffocating your nostrils but you aren’t upset about it.

“You look…fine. You look better than before at least.” You choke out. It’s not that Jungkook is capable of making you nervous but sometimes he has this aura about him…no, you don’t even want to get into it. Those are thoughts you’ve trained yourself to push away.

“Whatever.” His eyes skim over your body shamelessly, “You look fine too.” He winks, walking past you.

“Ready to go?” he calls out over his shoulder. You can’t help but watch his tight ass walk away. Did you really say tight ass? Well it is!

“Yeah, lemme grab my purse and uh, uh we can go. You’re driving.”

~~~

“About fucking time, sluts.”

“Hello to you too, Jiminie.” You crack a smile as your friend goes in for a quick but tight hug.

When Jungkook finally introduced you to all his friends the one you hit it off with the most was good ol’ Jimin. He immediately became one of your closest friends.

“Yo Park.” Jungkook’s eyes are all around the place, not even sparing Jimin a glance. No doubt looking for his girl for the night already. What? It’s a safe assumption.

“Jeon.” Jimin rolls his eyes playfully. “You guys took forever, too busy fucking?”

You hit Jimin’s shoulder with your own, giving him a look that says you’ll scold him later.

“She wishes.” Jungkook finally puts his attention on the two of you, a wide smile growing on his face.

“Shut up.”

“What? It’s true! Oh my god Jimin, you should of seen her face when she saw me walk out in this fit.” Jungkook stands tall, hands grabbing onto the material of his leather jacket,

“She was like “oh my god Jungkook you look so go—” You go to hit his stomach with your fist but thanks to his rock hard abs you only end up hurting yourself. “Fuck! Ow! What’s under your shirt?” you yell over the music.

“Oh baby, you can find out. Should we go upstairs? I know a room.” He says with a wink.

The words ring a bell of familiarity in your head, each syllable echoing softly. A small smile forms on your lips and Jungkook gives you the softest smile in return. Did he just say the same line he used on you 3 years ago when you two met?

3 years ago

The music is booming so loudly you can’t even hear yourself think. This isn’t your first frat party and probably won’t be your last but you just can’t get use to it. You let your dormmate drag you to this stupid party only for her to ditch you in the first 10 minutes. Great.

You weave through the crowd trying to locate the kitchen to get your hands on the strongest drink you can find, lord knows you need it.

The kitchen is just as crowded as the rest of the house unfortunately. So many bodies. Bodies doing shots. Bodies doing shots off other bodies. Bodies playing games. Bodies grinding against other bodies. So many fucking bodies. It is honestly overwhelming. You walk towards the punch bowl, reaching for a red solo cup when another hand bumps into yours.

“Whoops sorry, go ahead.” The hand is attached to this boy—or man? Should you say man? He sure looks like one. He eyes you up and down before smiling down at you.

“Freshmen?” he asks.

You slump your shoulders, “Do I really look that outta place?” you pout.

“It’s not that…I just have a way of knowing.” He laughs. “I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

Namjoon, huh? He is cute that was for sure. “Y/N.” you say placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Pretty!” he smiles, then his eyes look behind you. “Ay! Jungkook! What did I say?! No more Keg stands!!!!” Then Namjoon’s eyes are back on you, “Sorry Y/N gotta go, gotta take care of this brat.” Then walks past you to this mysterious Jungkook person.

Your eyes follow Namjoon as he rushes to whoever this Jungkook guy is. Namjoon pulls him to the side obviously scolding him for apparently doing too many keg stands. Jungkook looks like a small child who is about to get grounded, and you can’t help but giggle. Unfortunately, this caught Jungkook’s attention. He looks straight at you, his eyes narrowing. Wait a minute. You recognize him! He definitely looks like the same guy from your Lit class on Tuesday and Thursdays. Yup, you get one long good look at him and he is definitely the same heartthrob of a dude from your class. All the girls go crazy for this guy, you mean, you guess you get it. He is really hot. He’s got on a black t shirt and some ripped jeans, and tousled hair.

Jungkook looks at you again with furrowed brows then smirks. Fuck, you were staring. And got caught. You see Jungkook pat Namjoon on the shoulder a few times then walk past him, much to Namjoon’s annoyance.

And he’s walking towards….you. FUCK. In a total panic, you twirl around to face the wall, yes the fucking wall when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“’Scuse me?” a voice says from behind you. You’re not going to play dumb, you know who the voice probably belongs to. You stay facing the wall, like a fucking weirdo.

“Wanna turn around?” his voice is light and teasing and you can’t help the long release of breath before turning to face him. Wow. Up close he’s even more handsome….

“Hi?” you sputter out, completely unaware of how lame and shy you sound.

“Hey, like what you see?” he nods his head in the direction he just came from, clearly amused.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Apparently playing dumb is how you decide to go about this. You stare at him with a blank expression, swaying from side to side. Lucky for you it’s in beat with the music so you look kind of cool. At least that’s what you’re telling yourself.

“I mean, you kept staring at me so.”

“No, its…it’s not like that”

“Then, what’s it like?”

“I just…I thought I recognized you so…” you wipe your sweaty hands on your black denim skirt. “That’s all.” You finish, still looking at him like you haven’t done anything weird tonight.

“Anderson’s Lit class right?” he asks with a pointed look. “I recognized you too.” His smirk does things to your lower half but you shouldn’t be admitting that right now.

“Oh?” is all you manage to say.

Jungkook studies you for a few moments, his gaze so dark and intimidating and you feel so flushed with his eyes on you. Then he groans with fingers rushing through his messy hair,

“Do you understand this week’s assignment?”

He…he wants to talk about school?

“Yes, I do. Because this assignment is wack as fuck.”

OH. You must of asked that out loud.

“Yes, you did.”

Oh, that too.

“Umm, yeah. What aren’t you understanding?” you finally say something relevant.

“It’s just more like, I think it’s a stupid assignment.” He chuckles, “Oh, you got something—” he reaches his hand forward to your hair, his fingers brushing through your long strands, pulling back with a piece of string. “Got it.” He says with a sly smile.

HOW CHEESY!!!! But like, it still made the heartbeat in your vagina go boom boom.

“Ya know…” he begins, his eyes never leaving yours as he talks. You actually don’t even know what he is talking about but his lips move so quickly you try to follow them. Your eyes on his lips the whole time, you don’t even realize it.

“…and that’s why I think it’s stupid.” He finally finishes with an obnoxious laugh. “Hey—hey are you even listening?” he says, his lips in a pout. You would know because they are all you’ve been staring at.

“Huh?” you blink lazily up at him, “Oh. Yeah. I totally agree.”

Jungkook stares at you seriously for a second before breaking out into a cackle, yes a cackle like he’s some hysterical witch. Which sounds really unattractive but honestly you’re digging it.

“It’s okay, you weren’t listening. I guess I’m not that interesting, huh?”

“No no! You are!” You’re quick to say, your hands waving frantically in front of you.

“Oh? So you do find me interesting?” he smirks, folding his arms across his chest.

You scoff at his words, appreciating his moves on you with a sly smile.

“Are you always this smooth?” you ask, a light teasing tone laced in your voice.

“Oh baby, you can find out. Should we go upstairs? I know a room.” He teases back.

Feeling so at home lost in your memories with Jungkook, you finally break free from the flashback. For some reason that’s a flashback you don’t mind reliving.

“Smooth.” You grin at Jungkook, you can’t help the blush that paints itself on your cheeks.

“For you? Always.” He grins back. You two just stare at one another, basking in the memories of your friendship.

“Okay, enough.” Jimin cuts in, his hands on both yours and Jungkook’s shoulders, “Either actually get a room and finally fuck or get on with your nights.”

You and Jungkook exchange awkward glances before turning towards the living room to join the party. Jimin is left at the houses entrance by the front door, totally dumbfounded. “these two idiots…” he scoffs under his breath, his eyes rolling so far back into his head.

Hours pass and you know what? The party isn’t as lame as you thought it might be. You are lost in the music on the living rooms dance floor with a red solo cup in one hand and your phone in the other.

“y/n!” you hear the call of one of your closest girlfriends.

“Trina!!!” you stumble towards her with a lopsided grin, you reach for her bringing her in for a long hug.

“Woah, someone’s drunk.” She laughs her loud laugh that you love so much. “And damn, the titty shirt is out tonight? Nice.”

“Not drunk” you giggle, and then continue to giggle again for no apparent reason.

“Right…” Trina slaps your back enthusiastically, “Where’s…” she then lowers her voice with a smirk, “lover boy?”

“who? Jungkook?” you ask with the tilt of your head.

Trina’s head pushes back with a confused expression, “What? No! I’m talking about…” she lowers her voice again, “Taehyung!”

OH. Right. You had texted Trina as soon as the whole ordeal with Taehyung unraveled. She knows of your long time crush and totally supports the idea of fake dating because as she puts it:

“Girl! This is your chance! Show him what a great girlfriend you would be, he would totally fall in love with you for real for real.”

And you have to say, you like where her head is at. Complete opposite of what Jungkook is always saying.

“Oh, I don’t know. I haven’t see him around.” You sway side to side, your lit up phone catching your attention.

Jungkook 1:22am

Don’t come home tonight ;)

You can’t help but roll your eyes. How is he so quick?

Y/N 1:23am

Alreadyasydy tslked 2 Jiminie, staying w hum toniteeee.

Jungkook 1:24am

y/n…you’re not too drunk right?

Jungkook 1:27am

y/n????

You are back to shaking your ass with Trina by your side, the bass of the music thumping so loudly you can feel it vibrate your whole body. Body after body pushes into you, causing you to stumble every few seconds. But your grip on your refilled solo cup doesn’t loosen, not as you chug back your drink.

“Gonna grab another!” you slur, nodding your head towards the kitchen. Trina only gives you a thumbs up as she continues to dance with some random girl.

The walk to the kitchen feels like it’s taking forever, the way the walls swirl around you makes you feel sick. You stagger through the kitchens walk way when you feel two arms wrap around your middle.

“My girlfriend!” You hear the slur of words in your right ear, loud and clear.

You turn in the man’s hold with squinted eyes,

“Oh hi Tae.” You giggle, encasing him in a hug. Drunk y/n is way more confident. For some reason seeing him like this you don’t feel as nervous or awkward. Then you feel it. The weird, uncomfortable pang in your chest. Why is that? You look up at Taehyung when the sensation of guilt begins to surface. You remind yourself of the mission you’re on, completely ignoring the inner truth that tries to bubble over and smile at him.

Taehyung looks down at you with a goofy grin, his fingers digging into your waist to keep you steady.

“Oh, you’re drunk drunk.” He teases.

“Am not!” you shake away your confusing thoughts and giggle some more. “wanna take a shot with me?” you excitedly ask him, nodding in the direction of the liquor bottles.

“Hell yeah girl!” he says, taking your hand and leading you towards the counter.

“Y/N are you okay????” Taehyung voice is laced in concern as he holds you. Yes, the Kim Taehyung is holding you. “Shit, I shouldn’t have let you drink this much….” But like in a totally pathetic way.

“You…” you lean back, hitting his chest with your pointer finger, “Don’t tell me how much I can or can’t drink!” your voice buzzes as you fall forward but Taehyung catches you again.

“Right right…” he chuckles but then he looks concerned again. “We need to get you home…let’s call Jungkook.”

“No! we caaaannnnoottt do that…” your words are all jumbled together, Taehyung has a hard time understanding you.

“Where’s your phone?”

“Back pocket.” You wink. Like a fucking sleaze.

Taehyung looks conflicted, but in the end he reaches around for your phone and turns it on.

“Holy shit y/n… you have 8 missed calls from Jungkook. And whole lotta texts.”

Jungkook 1:30am

Are you okay??

Jungkook 1:40am

y/n…Youre a big girl so ill just assume youre okay.

Jungkook 3:02am

Just talked to jimin and you aren’t with him?? where are u??

Jungkook 3:18am

Answer your fukin phone

Jungkook 3:23am

Are you still at the party?

Jungkook 3:41am

You aren’t with Trina either? y/n where are you?

Jungkook 4:00am

Don’t make me go back there….pls just answer your phone so I know if youre like, idk fucking alive

Jungkook 4:10am

Fine im going to look for you

“Fuck.” Taehyung hisses under his breath. “I gotta call him…I’m gonna call him okay?”

Your eyes go comically wide at Taehyungs words.

“No!”

“too late” he says, the phone to his hear.

“Hey man, no its me…Taehyung, yeah…yeah….she….” Taehyung eyes you carefully as he speaks on the phone, “She’s fine. She just has had maybe too much to dri��” Taehyung drags a hand down his tired face, “No for fucks sake I didn’t do anything to her. Really dude?”

You lean into Taehyungs space, trying to put your ear to the phone as well and Taehyung can’t help but laugh.

“I read all your texts to be honest…if you have a girl over…what? No, I’m saying y/n can just stay with me…”

Stay with Taehyung? That should make your heart race but—

You think all the alcohol is catching up to you at once and the world becomes even more blurred and a spinning mess. You would give anything to be cuddled up in your blankets with Jungkook taking care of you—wait, no. You don’t need Jungkook to take care of you. You have a perfectly good Taehyung who just offered his place to you.

“I swear man, I’ll take care of h—” Taehyung rolls his eyes, “she might be too drunk to talk….okay, I’ll ask her.” Taehyung lowers the phone and faces you.

“y/n.”

“Hm?” you blink lazily, swaying into Taehyungs chest. Oh no. You feel it, you feel the nausea building up in your tummy, making its way up your chest. On a scale of 1 to 10 how dead would you die if you threw up on Taehyung?

“Do you want Jungkook to come pick you up?”

Jungkook? Like, your Jungkook? Unfortunately for you, your eyes gloss over and probably also unfortunate for Taehyung as well as he looks at you with an alarmed expression . You feel sick. You want to go home. You want to sit on your bathroom floor and throw up in the toilet with Jungkook sitting next to you while he hums a soft tune to soothe you.

“Y-Yes.” You murmur shyly, you begin to sniffle and Taehyung begins to panic.

“Okay man yeah come pick her up.”

“want Jungkook…” you say as a few tears spill over. You are trying your hardest to keep the puke down but its threatening to exit your poor drunk body.

“I think she’s gonna be sick so please hurry…” Taehyung rushes to say over the phone before hanging up.

The next few minutes are a blur, you know Taehyung rushes you to the bathroom. He is overly sweet the whole time you see nothing but blurred, spinning images. He holds your hair back as your body threatens to release tonight’s dinner and says comforting words but nothing makes you feel better. The puke won’t make its guest appearance and your whole world is spinning at a inhumane pace. You’re about to give up on life and fall to the bathroom floor of this gross frat house and try to sleep when you hear him.

“Lemme in dude.” It’s Jungkook. You stir from your sleepy state and turn your head towards the door. He barges in, his eyes landing on you and they soften. He immediately falls to the floor to caress the back of your head and you immediately begin to sob. The tears are out of your control as they slide down your cheeks.

“Don’t...don’t...feel good.” You say between wails, gripping desperately onto his shirt.

“I know baby, I know.” He pulls you into his chest, his hand soothingly running up and down your back. “Has she thrown up yet?” Jungkook looks up at Taehyung with expectant eyes. Taehyung is so caught off guard while watching the two of you.

“uh, no.”

“Okay, can you leave us alone for a while?” Jungkook says somewhat harshly then his features soften as he whispers “She will probably be embarrassed later if you saw…”

“Right.” Taehyung says, his worried expression not going unnoticed by Jungkook. Then Taehyung is on his way out, but he turns one last time to get a look at you.

“feel better y/n” then he is out the door, shutting it behind him.

“Okay y/n…remember what you gotta do?”

“finger?” you slur.

“Yup. Put your finger…yes like that,” he says as you begin to push your finger down your throat to get yourself to throw up.

“I promise you’ll feel better.”

You begin gagging on your finger as you finally throw up in the toilet, Jungkook rubbing your back the entire time giving you words of encouragement.

“Good girl, good girl.” He whispers.

Your face is a fucking mess. Your makeup smeared beyond belief. The black streaks from your tears marking your cheeks in the most horrific way. Jungkook watches you as you cry into his lap on the floor, his heart breaking at the sight. He hated when you drank too much and got like this. He should of never left you alone tonight.

“Jungkook?” you choke out, your tears still spilling from your dark eyes.

“Hm?” he responds, his fingers brushing back your hair.

“Did I ruin your night? Or did you still get some?” you chuckle pathetically.

“Don’t worry about that.” He brushes more hair out of your face, he lifts your head up and places it on a towel. He stands to his feet at the sink, reaching for a towelette and running it under warm water.

“Gonna clean your face okay?” he warns softly.

“kay…” you close your eyes when you feel the wet warmth of the towelette on your cheek. Jungkook is careful to clean you delicately, wiping away the makeup and leaving you spotless.

He’s back under you, your head in his lap and his hands back in your hair.

“you told me you were going to be with Jimin tonight yet you were with Taehyung…”

“It just happened like that” you whisper, sleep beginning to take over.

“I was…really worried about you when I didn’t hear from you, stupid.”

You smile at his words, his touch making you melt.

“Ya know, you’re not the only one allowed to get some Jungkook. I can be like you and have sex too if I want.”

“What are you talking about?” his hand stops in your hair.

“Would if I was getting some? That’s why I didn’t answer?”

“Were you?” his voice is low.

“Well, no—”

“Okay good.”

“Why is that good? Hm?” you open your eyes just a little bit, taking in the hazy world. “Wish it was you I was getting it on with?” you say quietly.

“You’re drunk.”

“I wanna go home.”

“take a nap first, okay?” his fingers begin playing in your hair again, “I’ll wake you up in 30 minutes.”

Your eyes are already closed when he says this, sleep already welcoming you in its warm embrace. “Kay” you murmur.

Jungkook plays with your hair as you snooze in his lap, he watches the rise and fall of your chest and wonders what it would be like to lay his head on it and sleep too.

Bbrrrr bbbrrrrr bbrrrr brrrrrr

A phone call. The most horrifying buzzing occurs next to your face as you sleep peacefully in your bed. Wait, how did you get home last night? You remember drinking and dancing the night away, you remember hanging out with Taehyung…oh no, you remember Jungkook coming to the rescue. Oh no...

You try to open your eyes, but the light from the sun is too damn blinding. You squint at what is in view. Right in front of you, you see black locks of hair poking out of the blanket, a dark blue blanket. You recognize this blanket. Jungkook’s blanket. You are in Jungkook’s bed. With Jungkook. This isn’t so surprising, you imagine you had refused to sleep in your own bed last night—

Bbbrrrr bbbrrrr brrrr brrrrr

Right. Your phone.

You fumble the phone trying to pick it up and answer it when Jungkook groans next to you,

“Hurry up and answer it” he says, sliding deeper under the covers.

“Hello?” you croak out, your voice hoarse and honestly? Disgusting.

“Hey y/n!” This voice is way too damn chipper for whatever ungodly hour it is.

“Tae?”

“Good afternoon sleepy head! Did I wake you?” Afternoon? What time is it? You pull the phone away from your face to check the time.

2:06pm

Holy shit, you’ve slept the day away.

“No no,” you lie, “Just in bed…” you say sitting up from where you lay.

“Great! Do you think maybe I could…come over? We can discuss the whole fake dating thing.” He chuckles into the phone. COME OVER? Immediately you begin smoothing down your hair with your free hand and start to peel back the covers to get out of bed.

“Umm, when?” you glance over at sleeping Jungkook, his face mostly hidden behind the blanket.

“Maybe around 6? I could cook you dinner? I know you had a rough night…”

Fucking great. You don’t want to think of last night, you will die of fucking embarrassment.

“yeah…listen, you don’t have to do all that—”

“I want to!” Taehyung is quick to cut you off, “As your boyfriend—fake boyfriend it is my duty to take care of you!” you feel like you can see the boxy smile on his face. It makes you motherfucking swoon.

“Okay then, 6.” You smile into the phone. “Bye tae.”

You bring the phone down into your lap, clicking the end button. Dinner with Taehyung? Like a date? You can’t help but feel internally giddy at the thought. You squeal for a second before Jungkook speaks up.

“What’s at 6?” he peeks from under the covers, his voice husky and groggy.

“Oh… nothing” you sing, a bright smile on your face.

“Something with Tae?” he begins to sit himself up as well.

“We’re just going to have dinner and talk about the whole fake dating thing.” You beam.

“You’re still doing that shit?”

Automatically you go from super excited to annoyed. Only Jungkook can do that to you.

“It’s harmless, Jungkook. Plus…”

“plus what?” he raises a single brow.

“Trina says this is a good opportunity…”

“y/n I have told you not to get too involved with this guy, but you don’t listen to me.” Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest, then bows his head down in defeat.

“But whatever, learn your fucking lessons by yourself.”

You can’t help but feel like Jungkook is once again looking down at you, like you aren’t good enough for Taehyung. Your breaths become unsteady as you just stare at your best friend like he isn’t constantly hurting your feelings on the matter.

“I—I will be fine. I want him, Jungkook. And this is—this is a good opportunity to show him I can be a good enough girlfriend ya know—”

“Just stop.” Jungkook cuts you off in a harsh tone. “I never said you weren’t good enough? You’re just not what he wants.” Jungkook can see how his words break you further. “Fuck. Forget I said that, y/n…”

“Why can’t he want me?”

Jungkook hates just how quietly you ask that…he hates how defeated you sound, how defeated you look…your head hanging low with no attempt to even look at him.

“He’s just…”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t answer that” You stand from the bed and begin walking towards his door. You look down to see you’re wearing nothing but Jungkook’s t shirt and some panties, you groan at your own shamelessness when you hear the rushed ruffling of the comforter behind you and the plop of feet landing on the ground. Jungkook stands behind you, his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“Just move on y/n…”

I’m fucking trying to, is what you want to say but instead you opt for a harsh ‘leave me alone’ as you exit his room.

You spend the next couple of hours pampering yourself, you had a rough night and you totally deserve a piece of cake, this bubble bath and face mask. You want to feel relaxed but you can’t get the image of Jungkook out of your head. You hate it when the two of you fight. You mean, to others this would hardly come off as a ‘fight’ but you and Jungkook never really have negative energy. So, yes. It’s a fight. He’s the last person in the world you want to fight with. Yet here you are.

But then the image of Taehyung cooking you dinner enters your mind and somehow you feel a little more at ease. Was this a date? You giggle to yourself, blowing bubbles that reaches your lips as you sink deeper into the tub. You have an hour before Taehyung was to arrive at your apartment…your shared apartment. God, you hope Jungkook takes a hint and goes and hangs out with Jimin or something.

You finally rise from the tub and dry off your now freshly cleansed body. The scent of lavender fills the air and you feel satisfied with how your bath turned out.

You read the clock…5:30pm and you know it’s time to get dressed.

You settle for some high waisted shorts and a white tank top with a purple bralette where the straps are generously shown. Looking into the mirror, you decide to do light makeup and tinted lip balm. You don’t want to try too hard for the boy you’re trying to woo.

And bam. 6pm right on the dot you hear the door being lightly knocked. You begin walking towards the front door but stop to see if Jungkook is in his room or not. He’s not. Relief washes over you as you continue to walk towards the front door. But where did he go? You’re relieved he isn’t home but feel anxious that you don’t know where he could have gone. Maybe to Jimin’s? Maybe to some random girls? Somehow this makes you feel more anxious. You shake away those thoughts and swing the front door open.

“Hey there.” Taehyungs boxy grin is enough to get you pregnant. Like, god damn. He looks amazing. He’s got dress pants and some floral shirt and his hair looks slightly wet. That’s not the only thing slightly wet. You internally cringe at your thought.

“Hey Tae, come on in.” you open the door wider to let the boy through. He walks past you and makes himself comfortable in the kitchen, setting down a bag of what you assume is probably groceries.

“You like spaghetti?” he asks excitedly, almost like a child.

“Who doesn’t?” you smirk walking his way and sitting down at the breakfast table. “Need any help?” you offer.

“Not at all.” Taehyung begins unpacking his things and gets to work in the kitchen. You watch in awe, your head nuzzled in your hands as he does his thing.

“Dinner was amazing Tae.” You go to compliment the chef. It really was. The noodles were long and soft and the sauce was very flavorful. Did you really just compliment the length and softness of fucking noodles? Wow, you are whipped. You almost wish Taehyung was your roommate and not useless in the kitchen Jungkook. Oh. Jungkook. The thought of him enters your mind and it has you hurting. You may be having a blast with your crush but you and your best friend are still in the middle of a fight. About said crush. But this really is your chance. You can get Taehyung to like you, maybe even fall for you. And you need this. You need this. So you can’t give up, no matter what Jungkook says.

“Not as amazing as you” Taehyung winks but then his face drops, “Sorry that was cheesy, wasn’t it?” he drags a hand down his handsome face. “I suck at flirting.”

You look up at him, completely intrigued.

“You’re trying to flirt with me?” you can’t help but to smile slyly.

“Of course I am!” Taehyung laughs loudly then reaches for his backpack in the chair next to his and pulls out a notebook.

“So I wrote some ideas for this whole fake dating thing.” He becomes just a tad more serious as a nervous grin lights up his face.

“Oh really? Should I have a look?” you say reaching for the notebook with grabby hands, “Gimme!”

Taehyung chuckles while pulling the notebook to his chest, “No! Miss Greedy.” He teases. “How about I just read them and we can discuss?”

“fine.” You pout, “Whatever you say.”

“Whatever I say? I like the sound of that.” He smirks then his eyes fall to the paper in front of him. “First, we should go on dates…like all the time. The more time we spend together the more believable it’ll be. Ya know?”

“Okay, makes sense. Makes sense.”

“Second, we should attend all parties together and leave together too.” Then his eyes go wide, “I just mean—like don’t worry, I’ll make sure I get you home.”

You can’t help but giggle, nodding your head to his words.

“Third, we should post each other on social media! For example, I can take a picture of tonight’s date and post it on the gram.”

“Tonight was a date?” you ask, a delighted smile making its way on your face.

“Well, yeah…” he answers shyly.

“anything else?” you question, leaning your head in your hands as you look into his big brown eyes.

“Well….. there is one more thing I wrote down….” He answers awkwardly. His eyes sliding to the side to avert your gaze.

“oh? What is it?” you try to take a peek at the paper, curiosity getting the best of you—as usual.

“I’ll just let you read it…” he then pushes the notebook on the table in your direction, you excitedly pick it up and skim the paper. You look at all the things he wrote down, smiling because he even added his own tips.

Buy her flowers.

Movie dates?

Netflix and chill

Cook her dinner

How cute. He even added little doodles. Your eyes continue to skim the page as your smile grows at how much thought he has put into this. Your heart is beating out of your chest…you know this is all fake and for show but you cannot help how happy its making you feel. You continue to smile and hum as your eyes skim lower and lower until you see the last thing on his list.

No Jungkook.

Huh? Your smile begins to falter. No Jungkook? What does that even mean? You look up to meet Taehyungs eyes. He’s already anxiously staring at you.

“I don’t understand?” you breathe out, “What does that mean?”

“No Jungkook.” He half whispers.

“You—you realize he is my best friend? Why no Jungkook?” you pinch your brows together in confusion.

“It’s just…” Taehyung begins to explain himself, “You two are awfully close. And people already get the wrong idea about you two. Like, all the fucking time. Even I think sometimes…that’s not important. It just means for one month, you’re mine. And I don’t want people to get the wrong idea if you’re always with Jungkook.” He pulls at the hair at his neck. “Is this making sense?” Taehyung looks flustered trying to get out all of his words.

“It would make me look pathetic don’t you think? That my supposed girlfriend is always with some other guy? I mean, y/n it’s just for one month…”

One month without Jungkook? Would you really choose a boy over your best friend? Even if only for a month?

“Tae… I don’t know.” You look down at your hands as your breathing begins to pick up.

“I can’t just abandon my best friend for an entire month…”

“I mean, you guys live together so it’s not like you won’t be seeing him. Just in public…ya know?”

Taehyung has a point, you try to reason. If you have a boyfriend it’s only natural to spend most of your time with them. But it still felt wrong. But… a part of you feels like this is a good idea, actually. You’ve always been meaning to put at least some distance between you and Jungkook, ya know, for your own sake. But this feels wrong. You’re about to decline his request when you hear the front door open and Jungkook’s shuffles in. He has his airpods in and doesn’t even spare you a glance. He walks straight to his bedroom and slams the door shut.

You feel embarrassed in front of your guest that your roommate and also yeah, your best fucking friend didn’t even acknowledge you.

“Uh, he’s in a mood” you try covering for Jungkook. Then you feel the buzz of your phone and you go to check it

Jungkook 8:02pm

Watching you fawn over him is just pathetic, but like, good luck.

All you see is red. Jungkook once again shitting on your love life and raining on your god damn parade. You know what? This is your chance with Taehyung and you aren’t going to let your bratty best friend ruin that for you.

“You know what, Tae?” you say setting your phone on the table.

“Yeah?”

“You’re right. I agree with your list.”

“Wait—you do? Even the Jung—”

“Yup.”

Taehyung tilts his head to the side as a wide grin makes its way across his face, “should we shake on it?” he asks with his hand pushed out in front of you.

You take his hand in yours, squeezing tightly before you pull him in and seal the deal with a quick kiss. Taehyung’s shocked expression makes you giggle, “Thought that would make it more official”

“I like having you as a girlfriend already.”

One month without Jungkook? Bring it on.

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tetsunormous · 4 years ago

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Reencounters

pairing: Matsukawa Issei x f!reader

genre: college au, friends to lovers, smut (18+), fluff

word count: 6.5K

warnings: cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, swearing, nipple play, pinning

A/N: This is for Ria's @bakugohoex's rich boy collab 💜 Congrat's on 3k!! thank you to @ohno-otome and @armins-futon for reading this for me. I love matsukawa but I don't write for him often so this has been really fun :)

Walking into your new dorm room, you weren’t sure what to expect. Sure, you’ve seen the pictures online, but there’s nothing like the slightly dusty window letting in a hazy ray of light shining down onto the slight dip in the middle of the mattress you now call your own. Your desk almost touched the corner of your twin-sized bed, and your new bookshelf barely has enough room to fit half of the books you brought, but this was your new life. It didn’t dawn on you just how different university would be until you arrived this morning, but here you were, unpacking all your clothes into the cramped closet in the corner. Luckily, you’re in the building where you had a single room. Privacy was something you were worried about, and the communal washrooms will be something to get used to, but either way, this was a new start, and no matter how nervous you are, you’re grateful for it.

High school wasn’t terrible, but it definitely wasn’t what you expected it to be. Going into it, you obviously knew that it would be nothing like how the movies depicted, but you were excited. How bad could those four years really be if you had your best friend right by your side? He was incredible. He understood you better than anybody else, would be able to tell how you were feeling without the exchange of words, but most of all, he was your person, and you were his.

There was no doubting that in all your years of friendship.

But alas, like all good things in life, they must come to an end.

The summer going into the twelfth grade, he was longer your best friend. The boy that would go to the farmers market with you and your mom every other Sunday was now lining up for the newest sneaker drop. The boy that would rather spend the night at home and binge-watch your shared comfort show for the seventh time is now out with the boys sneaking into shisha bars and doing donuts in the community centre parking lots with their new cars. You watched as he slowly forgot about you, getting caught up in his new friendships and obsessing over material items that he never cared about before. It’s not that you were upset he found new friends. It’s that the only time he would reach out was to randomly drop off something he had bought you in hopes it would make up for him blowing you off again.

They started small, simple sweaters he knew you would like, but the gifts became almost ridiculous as time passed. He would never let you return them either, so now you have designer shoes for imaginary banquets. Of course, you were always grateful, but you would trade all his gifts just to spend time with him again. His family has always been wealthy, they always went on lavish vacations and drove the nicest cars, but you never really cared about what he spends his money on or just how much his parents make. You cared that he saw you as a person he wanted to be with rather than just someone he could shove gifts towards to make up for the quality time he’d miss.

But now you’re here. You were arriving three hours before the suggested move-in time because you didn’t want to be rushed to unpack before orientation starts later. You’ve seen a few people walking around on your floor, but neither of your neighbours have arrived, and honestly, you don’t mind because that means you’re able to blast your music without worry. As The 1975 fills your room, you stand still for a second, really taking in where you are. You’re now attending one of the best schools in the country, living on your own with a floor of people you don’t know yet. It starts to sink in that you are starting anew. The people who end up in the rooms next to you might just end up being your lifelong friends. As the song comes to an end, you decide it’s time to try to make yourself look a little more presentable since it’s almost time for people to start rolling in.

...

It’s almost five in the afternoon, and everyone on your floor is meeting outside on the field for a quick introduction before group dinner. You’re sitting with your knees pressed to your chest as the girl next to you tries to make small talk. To be fair, she’s incredibly sweet, but you can’t focus on her because somewhere behind you, there is a voice you think you recognize. There’s no way he would be here. Sure, you have no idea what school he ended up choosing, but if he ended up here, he would’ve at least texted you. Right? Before you can confirm your suspicions, orientation starts, and your group leader is already talking with more energy than you can handle.

The group of guys settle down close by, and you can’t stop yourself from looking over, wondering if you’ll see the head of brown curls. Instead, you’re met with a bunch of frat boy looking wannabes that instantly make your eyes roll. To say you’re disappointed that you didn’t see him was so stupid. It’s been over a year, yet here you were, hoping to magically bump into him as if this was some cliche movie. If anything, it’s frustrating. It’s frustrating that even though he stopped caring for you, you still longed to see him, to hear him laugh at one of your cheesy jokes. It’s even more frustrating that this new start you’ve been looking forward to, makes you miss him even more.

There are only sixteen people on your floor, but introductions take a lifetime because someone didn’t come on time. When they finally do show up, you almost laugh at this whole situation because, of course, it was him. Of course, he was strutting down the courtyard in some brand new Gucci sneakers and the same Balenciaga sweater he had bought for you a few months ago. Of course, the annoying group of boys behind you gesture for him as he quickly apologizes to the group leaders. And, of course, when you make eye contact, he’s the one looking at you with a mixture of shock and annoyance.

Quickly rushing back to your room after the meeting, you decide you’re ordering in tonight so that you don’t have to see him for at least another day. This is all so fucked up. You wrack your brain trying to understand how probable this whole situation is because, frankly, it feels like a sick joke, and on top of it, he’s the one annoyed?

Naturally, you spend the rest of the night unpacking the rest of your things before ordering your comfort food to wash down all the feelings you’re experiencing. Putting on your favourite show, you begin your tenth rerun as you bury yourself in your blankets. Part of you feels so stupid for completely ignoring your initial dinner plans, but you knew with the mindset you had at the moment, there was no way you would have enjoyed yourself. It’s a bit silly you haven’t left your room since picking up your takeout, you don’t even know who lives beside you, but that’s a problem for tomorrow.

Slipping into your slides, you head towards the washroom with your little toiletry bag. You pass by the girl you were sitting with earlier, and she sends you a smile. After apologizing for disappearing all night she just laughs and assures you nothing happened. She even points out where her room is if you were up to hang out tomorrow during frosh activities.

Just this interaction makes you feel better, and you quietly hum along to the familiar tune coming from the shower stall.

He used to play this song all the time, claiming it spoke to him the first time he heard it. Since then, it became the song he would play anytime he’d come to pick you up, explaining how this song is special because the ending always reminded him of you. It didn’t matter how long it’s been since the two of you hung out. Every time you heard ‘Pluto Projector,’ it would always bring a smile to your face. You even tried to show the song to your ex-boyfriend, but he never paid attention to your suggestions. He always claimed that his music taste was better. Thankfully that relationship only lasted a couple of months, but still, the regret of not waiting for someone worthy lingers in your mind.

While applying your moisturizer, you hear the water shut, the person pausing the song right as the orchestra starts to come in. Worried about who you may run into, you quickly pack up your stuff. You hear the click of the lock, and as you turn around, you’re met with him, with his curly hair all damp and his obnoxious teal blue robe wrapped loosely around his waist.

Rushing past him, you briskly walk towards your room, but before you can close the door, his foot jams between the doorframe. He pushes his way in and quietly closes the door, only to be met with the unimpressed look on your face. He circles around your room, eyes searching for any trace of your past friendship before standing back at the door.

“What do you want, Matsukawa?” you ask impatiently. It’s bad enough you run into the one person you wanted to forget, but now he’s standing in your room with a matching frown.

Something indescribable flashes across his eyes, and you can visibly see his frown deepen at your question. Leaning against your door, his arms come up to rub over his face, peeking at you through his fingers before letting out a long sigh. “When did I become Matsukawa? I thought I was Issei.”

You can’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips, and you realize how childish your grudge might be, but he has changed, and the man standing in front of you isn’t the same man you once called your best friend. “When you changed, Matsukawa. Issei was my best friend, and YOU are not.”

His eyes filled with confusion as his eyebrows furrow, taking a step forward towards you. “I’m sorry? I tried to stay in touch with you. You’re the one that stopped talking to me, so I’d try to send you things instead. How was I the one who changed?”

You stand there, staring at him for a second before shaking your head. “I can’t do this right now; I want to have a good day tomorrow, so I need to go to sleep. Please, leave my room.”

His eyes soften a little, and you can see a faint glimpse of his infamous lazy smile, “We both know you’re not going to be sleeping anytime soon,” he stalks over and kicks his slides off before sitting at the end of your bed. “Let’s talk about this because, frankly, I’m tired of watching you decide if you hate me every time you see me.”

The nerve of this man. The fact that he invites himself into your room, declares his stay, and then sits on your bed without permission. You don’t even know if he’s wearing anything under that robe as his hair is literally dripping onto your comforter. Regardless of what the situation is, this action alone has you seething. Turning towards your desk chair, you harshly pull out the slightly imbalanced piece of wood and sit down, silently questioning why he isn’t the one on the chair.

He watches you stomp around, and he kinda chuckles at your little tantrum, missing how easy it was to rile you up. Your glare at him would be a little scary if he didn’t see the way your lips mumbled to yourself. It’s honestly a little cute to watch you all frustrated with him even though he saw one of the shoes he bought you in your closet. Sure, they look brand new, but the fact that you brought them here with you must mean something.

The year you two spent apart has been really stressful on Matsukawa. He thought that you’d be happy that he could give you everything you wanted. He knew he wasn’t spending as much time with you as he used to, but he thought the gifts he spent hours lining up for would make up for it.

When you stopped returning his calls and texts, he was crushed. Everyone could see how he felt about you, but then he watched you get close to another man. Within two weeks, you were dating him, and he was left watching from a distance. Neither of you ever confirmed your feelings for each other, but he could tell that man wasn’t making you happy. He didn’t understand your different facial expressions, he didn’t care about what you had to say, but all he could do was watch the girl he wanted from the sidelines.

Sure, as time went on, Matsukawa also started talking to other girls. None of them ever became his girlfriend, he didn’t think it was fair to get with someone when he was set on you, but he had his fair share of hookups. He has money, a shit ton of it, but he never let that get to his head. It wasn’t his fault that he gained popularity when he started to get into name brands and upgraded his car, but none of that ever changed who he was — at least not to the degree you had him pinned.

He watches you carefully, your leg bouncing impatiently as your eyes glare daggers in his direction. He runs his hand through his hair and lets out a sigh, “what did I do wrong? You didn’t even give me a chance to fix whatever I did (y/n).”

The lamp in the corner of your room shines a dim yellow hue onto his features. His brows are knitted in concern as he leans forwards on his knees, his robe showing off a deep v down his chest. You can feel yourself freeze up at his question, goosebumps covering your skin, while your eyes pour into his. “You changed Matsukawa. You stopped making an effort to be there. I’m not some girl you can just buy with all your money. I have never cared about how much you have or what you can afford -- you know that! It doesn’t matter what. I always split things with you because I never wanted you to feel like I was there for your money. But then suddenly, you just stop showing up. You wouldn’t even tell me you made other plans, and I would just open my door to find some package you dropped off.”

His eyes search your face before letting out a deep sigh. “I tried! You wouldn’t answer any of my calls, I know I stopped explaining myself, but can you blame me? Don’t you think I want to take you around and introduce you to all my friends? Don’t you think I miss going on late-night drives with you to 7-11? Every time I would drive past there, you’re all I thought about. You and your stupid obsession with cheese taquitos and Arizona tea. Did you even think about how I felt when you decided to act like I don’t exist?” He hastily stands up and paces around in the confined space of your dorm room. He never raises his voice, so hearing him talk at a slightly louder volume was enough to let you know he was dead serious. “You know, I never stopped talking highly about you because as selfish as it is, those boys have an important family. They have the connections you dream about (y/n), so even when you started to ignore me to go out with that fucking ex-boyfriend of yours, I never said anything.”

He looks at you with pleading eyes before going to sit back down, his elbows now resting against his thighs. “I know you don’t care about my money, but I didn’t know how else to tell you I was still thinking about you. I tried to get you things that you’d like, things that you’d wear. But no, I had to watch you put on a fake smile and laugh at that asshole’s jokes while you stubbornly ignored me to the point I thought you had me blocked.”

Looking up at you through his curls, his hooded eyes looked darker before. His lips curled into a forced smile as he let out a breathy chuckle, “he didn’t deserve you. But what do I know, right?”

You sat there quietly, taking in what he had just said. You didn’t realize how hurt he was. To be frank, up till now, you were so consumed by your feelings, and you failed to consider his own. His head is hanging between his hands, and the silence in your room right now is insufferable. He’s just explained himself, yet all you can do is scoff at yourself. While you were obsessing over the fact that Matsukawa wasn’t coming over to watch another rerun of your favourite show, he was out picking out different gifts he thought you’d like. You didn’t even open the last few because your own emotions so blinded you. Hearing him take a deep breath, he stands up and smiles sadly at you, “nice talk, (y/n). Thanks for listening.”

“I’m sorry, Issei.”

He lifts his head to meet your gaze, and you can visibly watch as his shoulders relax. It’s been too long since he’s heard you call him by his first name.

“I’m sorry too. I should’ve just gotten out of the car to talk to you.”

You look at him with a small smile. Walking towards your bed, you sit down and pat the spot beside you, pulling him in for a hug. His robe is probably the softest thing you’ve ever felt in your life, your fingers sinking into the fabric as you hold him close. His arms are immediately wrapping around you, and you both stay like that for a minute before you pull back, a faint blush blooming on your cheeks.

“No, you have nothing to apologize for. You tried reaching out to me, you tried explaining yourself, but I didn’t even give you a chance. I’m sorry. I can’t believe I was so caught up I didn’t even think about what you were feeling. The fact that you still wanted to introduce me to your friends, even after all the stuff I did to you….I’m so sorry, Issei.”

He gives you a playful smile and lightly nudges your shoulder with his, “yea, that was kinda unfair, but good thing we talked it out, huh?”

You flash him a sheepish smile, but your eyes glimmer with happiness, “yea, it’s good you barged into my room at two in the morning. Just like old times.”

His smile instantly grows at your playfulness, and he gives you a mock scoff. “I’m sorry, but if I remember correctly, you’d beg for me to stay over at two am cause you decided you wanted to watch a scary movie. Have you gotten better with horror movies this year, or are you still as jumpy as I remember?”

The tip of your ears growing warm while you mutter out a quick “shut up.”

His laughter makes your heart beat against your chest because you missed it so much. It’s been a while since you got to hear him laugh with you, and without even thinking, you go in for another hug.

His arms easily hold you close, and one of his massive hands reaches up to pet your hair. “Missed me, didn’t you?” he asks, and you can feel him smirking, so you just nod, your fingers playing with the damp, short curls at the base of his nape.

“Issei?” you ask with a little murmur against his neck.

“Hmmm?”

You smile to yourself and pull back a little, so you can see his face, “so other than hanging out with your friends and keeping up with my relationship, what else have you been doing?”

His face drops as he looks at you with a deadpan stare, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a smile as you giggle at his reaction. He pushes you back, so you end up falling onto your mattress, his long limbs effortlessly straddling your legs. Before you can think about the position you’re in, his fingers start to poke all-around your torso, causing you both to laugh as he starts to tickle you. “You think you’re funny, huh?” His hands go to tickle your worst spot as he starts to talk, but you can’t hear him over your own laughter. His fingers slow down, but you keep giggling when you’re met with his lazy smirk, “I’m trying to talk, you know. It’s rude you’re laughing when I’m trying to speak to you.”

He leans forwards and has both hands resting at the side of your head. Your faces now inches apart, the faint smell of sandalwood from his body wash now becoming more apparent. You stare into his brown eyes, and it almost feels as if everything stopped for a few seconds. The lamp in your room doesn’t do him justice as the shadows of his face wash over his features, but even then, his eyes stare back at you with a slight twinkle as you catch your breath.

Reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck and you tug him close, crashing his lips onto yours. The sweet hints from his beloved Burt’s bee’s lip balm make his lips even softer than you imagined. The kiss is short, but as you both pull away, he’s staring at you with a goofy smile.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that, (y/n).”

“Me too, Issei,” you whisper back before his lips capture yours again, this time with more confidence. This kiss is much more passionate than the last, holding onto each other in hopes of deepening it. One of his hands travels down to grab your waist, his tongue sweeping across your bottom lip, asking for permission. Your lips part and your tongues swirl together effortlessly while your hands play with his hair, pulling him closer into your body.

His hand feels a little rougher than before against your bare skin because of how often he trains, running down the length of your leg. The light touch of his fingertips admires how smooth your skin is before they trail back up, stopping just before the edge of your pyjama shorts. Hooking your leg around his hip, he leans into your body even further and even nips at your bottom lip.

Matsukawa smirks and whispers against your lips, “did he ever kiss you like that?”

Slightly surprised at the question, you shake your head, answering honestly. “He never made me feel the way you do.”

You watch as his eyes dilate, flickering into a deep brown you’ve never seen on him. The hand that was previously on your leg is now cupping your cheek, stroking your face softly, while his own face blooms into a rare shade of pink. Still, his words are clear, “please...give me a chance? He never treated you right. Let me take care of you?”

Words can’t describe how his question made you feel. You spent years learning about Matsukawa, understanding him to the point where words weren’t necessary to see what was happening in his head. Not once did you think he reciprocated your feelings, let alone want to be with you. Yet, here you are, caged beneath his arms as his hopeful eyes pour into yours.

Turning your head slightly, you press a kiss onto his hand and smile. “Please?”

His face breaks into a smile. His cheeks are tinted rose as the corners of his mouth reach up to his eyes. Leaning down, he peppers kisses onto your face, the loose curls on his head tickling your cheeks as he giggles with you. The kisses trail down to your jaw, and he follows the natural curve of your jawline to your ear. “Is this okay?” he whispers softly, only continuing down this path when you give him a curt nod.

Your legs tighten around his waist when he begins to press open mouth kisses down your neck, gently nipping at the spots that make you let out shy little sounds. His tongue leaves kitten licks against your skin after he’s sucked on it, littering faint marks. Seeing you with light hickeys on the base of your neck and collarbones is completely self-indulgent for him. Thinking about waking up in the morning and seeing the marks he knows he gave you makes him inexplicably happy as he sucks particularly hard, causing you to wince.

Immediately he stops and turns to you, “I’m sorry, did I hurt you? D’you wanna stop?”

His concern for you is truly a breath of fresh air compared to what you had before. Shaking your head, you guide his hands to the edge of your sweater. “You bought this for me… it’s only fair I let you take it off.”

He studies your face for a second before his lips curl into a lazy smirk, quickly pulling the overpriced sweater off your body. He takes a sharp inhale when you reveal you aren’t wearing anything underneath as he’s met with your beautiful tits, nipples hard and pointed. “You let me in here knowing you weren’t wearing a bra? And here I thought you were a good girl.”

Noticing how your legs tighten around him, he smirks even wider. Leaning back down, his kisses trail down to your chest, and his lips feel soft and warm against your skin. His fingers take hold of your chin and force you to look down on him while his lips wrap around your nipple, the tip of his tongue flicking gently at the hardened bud. His hand palms against the fatty flesh of your other tit; his fingers are rolling your nipple before tugging on it experimentally.

Suddenly feeling shy, your arms come up to cover your face slightly just to have him lace his fingers with yours, pulling your arms away. “Don’t hide from me. Let me see how pretty you look. Let me hear how good I make you feel, okay?”

“I’ve never had someone play with my tits like this…”

He just stares at you, brows knitted as his smirk turns into a slight pout. “You’re with me now; that means every part of your body will be pleasured. I wanna hear and see all of you, okay?”

With a shy nod, you gently roll your hips against him, inviting more of his attention.

He kisses you once more, murmuring against your lips, “you’re so beautiful. Let me know if I’m going too fast, okay?”

His lips follow down your body once more, lightly biting your tit before using the flat part of his tongue to feel the valley between your chest. Matsukawa lets out a low moan as you arch upwards, pushing yourself closer to his touches. Letting go of your hands, he begins to massage the soft flesh of your tits and kiss down your stomach, the tip of his tongue trailing against the waistband of your shorts.

“Let me hear you ask for it; I don’t wanna do something you don’t want.”

“Isseiiii, please?” you whine out, the tip of your ears turning hot at the thought of asking for his tongue.

He smirks at you, looking up through his hooded eyes and tsks. “Be a good girl for me. Use your words.”

His words go straight to your pussy, and you can’t help the doe eyes look in your eyes when you whimper out, “please, Issei? Wanna feel your mouth on me.”

You watch as he takes in a sharp breath, the hunger in his eyes shining through despite the dim lighting in your room. He tugs at the end of your shorts until they’re completely off, repositioning himself lower until your legs are resting around his biceps. His eyes zone in on the way a sheer layer of slick coats your lips, happy that the attention he’s been giving you has pleased you. As he shimmies down on your bed, his legs now supporting himself on the floor, he nestles himself between your legs, easily spreading your things open with his arms. Sending you a knowing smile, he blows cool air directly onto your clit, loving how your walls flutter for him.

“You’re so sensitive, baby.”

“No one’s ever made me feel like this before...want more, please?”

You look down at him with pleading eyes, your hands cupping his face when you speak. Pressing a quick peck to your hand, he hips his head down and traces your pussy lips with his tongue, savouring how you taste.

The gasp that you let out once you felt his touch was adorable. It suddenly became the sound Matsukawa will chase after the more he gets to know your body and what it likes. He takes one long lap up your pussy, stopping just before your clit and using his fingers, he spreads your lips even more. Once your clit is all exposed, he flicks it gently with the tip of his tongue, looking up at you with all the confidence in the world. Hearing your little moans make him greedy for more, for more desperate and needy sounds, so he goes to press a kiss onto your bundle of nerves. Feeling you twitch beneath him, he gently places his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks earnestly, relishing in the way you buck your hips and call out his name. After a while of pure clitoral stimulation, he leans back up to watch your eyes blink back into focus on his face, a silly dazed smile on your face.

He winks at you and sticks his tongue into your drooling hole, swirling it around to feel the walls of your pussy clench around him. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as he nuzzles his nose against your clit, his cock getting unbearably hard at the way you pant our pleas.

“I-issei! Please….need you inside, please!”

Coming back up for air, his hand leaves your thigh as his fingers start to tease around your hole, loving how your pussy clenches around nothing. So needy for his touches when he’s barely even started. He knows your orgasm was building, but he wants to take his time with you. You mean the world to him, and seeing you like this already makes him feel like the luckiest man at the moment.

Taking two of his fingers, he coats them in all your slick before slowly pushing them inside you. His eyes squeeze shut when he feels how tight you are, his mind immediately thinking about how you’d feel wrapped around his cock. When he’s finally inside, he pulls out slowly before sliding them back in, loving how you beg for more.

“Need more, please, Issei! Go faster, please.”

Your hands pull his head up to kiss you while his fingers begin to speed up. With the lewd sound of his hand slapping against your sopping wet pussy, his palm is applying pressure to your clit. Your moans are lost in your kisses, his other hand going back to playing with your sensitive nipple.

“I have to stretch you out, babygirl. I don’t want my cock to hurt you.”

All you’re able to do is nod as his fingers start to scissor your hole, stretching you out even more. His fingers, now knuckle deep, curl against your sweet spot, making you grip onto his hair as he swallows all your cries, suddenly remembering that the walls in this dorm probably aren’t that thick.

His fingers curl into you more, whispering sweet praises as his hand teases and tugs on your swollen nipple. Everything happened so quick, and you’re cumming all over his hand, your sweet sticky arousal covering his fingers as he slows down. Matsukawa is smiling down at you, “you did so well, baby. Bet that felt really good, huh?”

Maybe you’re needy or just horny, but even after your orgasm, you start tugging the tie that keeps his robe up. Your legs are sore, sorer than they’ve ever been, but all you can think about is how full you would feel with him inside of you. He smirks at you as he pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking off all your juices before letting his robe fall and chucking it to the ground. He’s wearing his briefs, but you can see how hard his cock is under the thin cotton material. Before you’re able to pull his underwear down, he stops you and lets out a small chuckle. “I’m sorry, I don’t have a condom. We don’t have to do anything.”

You giggle and shake your head, “don’t need one; we’re in university, baby. What’s a little fun without risks?”

He lets you pull his underwear down, and his massive throbbing cock instantly slaps against his stomach as he laughs at your reaction. “Had to make sure you were stretched out enough.”

You bite your lips and stare at how big his cock actually is. It’s hard to imagine how you’ll fit that inside of you, but you’re determined to give it a try.

“You ready, pretty girl?” he asks as he taps the tip of cock against your clit, loving how you squirm under him.

“mmhmm, Issei.”

He lets go of his cock and leans up, and pulls you into a deep kiss, completely in awe of you.

“Tell me if you wanna stop, kay?”

Replying with a small hum, he gathers up the remaining slick that’s leaking out of your pussy and strokes his cock slowly, also letting his spit drip down to help lubricate himself. He lines himself up with your pretty pussy and starts to push the head in, studying your face to make sure you’re doing alright. When he sees you smiling back at him, despite the grip you have on his arms, he pushes another two inches inside of you.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby. We’re almost halfway,” he whispers into your ear as he kisses your neck softly, sucking on the spot by the base of your lobe. “Such a good girl for me,” he coaxes as his cock slides another inch into your sweet cunt.

Incredibly, he’s only halfway down because you’ve never felt this full before. Still, your fingers dig into his arms when you ask for more. “Just want all of you in me, please?”

Hearing you ask for more even though you already looked fucked out sparks something inside him. He lets out a low growl and quickly pushes the rest of his length inside you, mumbling sweet nothings against your skin. He moans out with you when he feels how warm and tight you are, your pussy stretching more than it ever has to accommodate his size.

“Feel s’good, Issei.”

With a breathy chuckle, he peppers kisses all over your neck, loving the sound of your soft giggles as he pulls back three-quarters of the way, slowly pushing his way back into you. The gasp you let out is different than before, much more surprised but sensual.

He continues this motion a few more times before he picks up the pace, his hips slamming against you while your tits bounce. Each thrust knocks the air out of your chest cause he’s brushing against your spot every time. Matsukawa leans down and presses his forehead against the crook of your neck, muttering how good you feel.

“F-faster...need you faster, is’o good, please.”

Obliging to your pleas, he starts to rut his hips into yours, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin with each movement. He looks up to see your dreamy eyes and smiles. He knows there’s not a thought behind those eyes right now as his cock slams against your walls with each thrust. He goes to kiss you again, silencing your cries as your nails drag down his arms, trying to ground yourself in the midst of all the pleasure.

“You’re s-tight baby I- fuuuuuck, I can barely move.”

You can’t help it. Your walls are naturally squeezing him because he’s fucking straight into your sweet spot with each snap of his hips. You look at him with hazy eyes, entirely in a trance as you moan out his name. He can tell you want to cum, so his hand reaches down to rub your clit as his cock continues to pound into you.

“C’mon baby, cum all over my cock. You can do it...ah shit, yea, just like that.”

He’s been trying so hard not to cum but watching your back arch into him as your nails drab down his back, his name falling out from your lips in a loud erotic moan, is making it really hard. He looks down in surprise when he sees a creamy white rim around his cock, proud of himself for making you cream.

“Good girl...that’s my fuckin girl.”

Satisfied he made you finish, his head falls back onto your shoulder, his hips just rutting into you as he chases his own orgasm. Not even a minute later, he’s calling out for you as he quickly pulls out, cumming all over your tits. His chest heaves along with yours, his hair sticking to his forehead slightly as he empties his load all over your chest.

Once you’ve both calmed down a little bit, he smiles down at you and goes to stroke your cheek. “Had you creaming on my cock, was it fun? Did you have a good time?”

“S’good...thank you, baby,” you say before pulling him down for a kiss.

He gets up and reaches for his robe, “you did so good, took me like a champ heh. I’ll be back with a rag to clean you up, okay? Don’t move.”

As he leaves your room, you stare up at the ceiling and let out a laugh. Not even twelve hours ago, you were cursing the fact that he was here with you, and now you have his cum all over your tiddies as he goes to get stuff to clean you up.

You watch as he comes back into your room, fully changed with a rag in his hand. He kneels beside you and pets your hair as he starts to wipe his mess.

“Why’re you changed?”

“Oh! We’re going to 7-11 once I get you cleaned up.”

“.....it’s like three-thirty in the morning.”

“I’ll get you taquitos and Arizona,” he says as he goes to wipe around your pussy, mindful not to put too much pressure cause you’re still sensitive.

“And skittles?”

He snorts and kisses your shaking thigh, “yea, I’ll get you skittles, brat.”

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gashinabts · 4 years ago

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philophobia|(m)

Words: 7.4k

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Mature

Summary: Taehyung, a man, who swears he’ll never fall in love meets Y/N a hopeless romantic.

Warnings: Teasing, spitting, oral (f/receiving), fingering, pussy slapping, pussy sniffing ( lmao idk if thats a thing?), squirting, sexual intercourse, mention of homophobia. Topics of child neglecting, if this makes you uncomfortable pls don’t read :) minor character death

A/N: Taehyung is a bisexual king! Tell me what you peeps think, remember that comments motivate me to continue writing!!! This is my work, no reposting this and my other works on any other platforms.

Kim Taehyung was born December 30, 1995 his father left him when he was 11 years old that is when Taehyung realized that love never lasts. His mother pretended that his father never existed, she quickly hid the family photos away, along with covering his tomato garden with dirt. Taehyung wanted to ask where he went but stopped wondering when he heard a few of his classmates whispering that Taehyung’s dad left them for a young woman in her twenties.

As Taehyung grew into his teenage years he would often get asked out by his classmates, he wouldn’t decline, accepting the dates to see if he can ever fall foolishly in love like his Mom once did. However, nothing ever happened, he would kiss them goodnight but won’t call them the next day. In high school he lost his virginity at a party, he wasn’t nervous, just did things he’s seen in filthy pornorgraphy. The very next day the girl spread the rumor that Taehyung was a sex god, that he probably had sex everyday with a different people. Was that a compliment? He remembered thinking to himself as he sat in the back of the classroom, feeling people secretly stare at him.

That day he met Jimin. Jimin was a popular boy that everyone swoon over. Of course he had a girlfriend, they have been dating since middle school. The guys would gawk at her when she would wear a sports bra to track practice. Taehyung was in art class sketching an apple, Jimin came over and talked to him as if they were friends. It was nice, Taehyung listened to Jimin complain about his art. When class was over, Jimin asked Taehyung to hang out with him after school. When Taehyung sat on Jimin’s bed, he looked over on the desk and saw a picture of Jimin and his girlfriend. Right next to it was a picture of what he assumed was Jimin’s family. A Mom, Dad, an older brother, and Jimin. He turned his gaze back to Jimin...who was undressing in front of him. Jimin’s underwear was the only thing on, Taehyung didn’t expect him to have lean muscles and define abs. An hour later they were both breathless, exhausted from the sex.

“ I’m not gay.” Jimin tells Taehyung as he cleans himself with a rag.

“ Okay.” Taehyung shrugs and pulls his pants up. He’s watched gay porn and straight porn before and got turned on by both of them, so it doesn’t come to much of a surprise that he enjoyed the sex with Jimin.

*******

Taehyung watches from afar when Jimin kisses his girlfriend in the school halls, wondering if that’s love. The next few months, Taehyung and Jimin fool around more. Jimin would call Taehyung over, then they would fuck and they would both be on their way. There were never conversations or pillow talks, until right now.

“ I’m gay.” Jimin confesses to Taehyung.

“Cool.” Taehyung shrugs, looking for his shoes.

“ That’s all your gonna say?” Jimin rolls his eyes grabbing his t-shirt wiping the come on his stomach.

“ I’m bisexual, happy?” Taehyung looks at his phone and notices a missed call from his mother. He tucks his phone away, “ Why are you still with her? Your girlfriend.” He finally asks the question he’s been meaning to ask since the beginning.

“ I love her and I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t love her like that.” Jimin looks at the picture of them and flips it down, almost ashamed of how much of a coward he is. “ Plus my Dad would kill me if I told him I like men.” He throws his head back looking at the ceiling not wanting to cry his eyes out.

Taehyung thinks love is complicated, he thinks people who are in love are selfish. They rather hurt themselves for the sake of love. It’s stupid he wants to tell Jimin that but he keeps quiet until Jimin looks at him with tears eyes. “ I don’t know what to say…”

“It’s fine...you don’t have to say anything just keep me company, yeah?”

“ Okay,” Taehyung sits back on the bed watching but not really watching tv with Jimin.

---

Taehyung’s mom was proud of him when he got accepted to a good college, she would brag to her friends and show pictures of his acceptance letters. Along with bragging how she raised Taehyung all by herself. Taehyung didn’t mind that he was in the spotlight, whatever made his mom happy he would comply with whatever she does. He was good with numbers so he was going to major in data analysis, he really wanted to major in art but his mom laughed in his face, telling him to be realistic.

Taehyung is now in his third year of college, wanting to just graduate already, done with the shitload of classwork and long ass lectures. Just right now he just finished his homework that took him three hours. He’s about to call it a night until Jungkook barges in his room, yelling at him to get dressed for a party. Taehyung switches his dirty hoodie with a clean hoodie, opting out grey sweatpants with jeans. He keeps his glasses on, due to his eyes being tired and not wanting to irritate them with contacts.

Jungkook hands Taehyung a drink, there’s obscene music, blunts being handed around, and people grinding on each other. “ When’s the last time you got laid?” Jungkook asked, as he took a gulp of his beer.

“ Last week...I think.” Taehyung searches through his mental sex list, but can’t seem to remember the girls face or name. He looks around and watches a couple argue with each other. The man rolls his eyes as the woman tries not to cry, the woman ends up leaving him and going upstairs.

“ Damn, lucky. I tried to hook up with this girl and she ended up leaving me hanging. Claimed that she’s not over her boyfriend, started crying on me when I was going down on her.” Jungkook cringes, sipping more alcohol. “ Be my wingman, yeah?”

“ Sure,” Taehyung nods. Jungkook is talking to this pretty girl, and she laughs at every joke that Jungkook makes. Taehyung wasn’t even sure why he asked him to his wingman when Jungkook can easily get a girl to bed. Jungkook nods absentmindedly when Taehyung excuses himself, he wanders around the frat house looking at people getting wasted. Once he gets tired of it he goes upstairs, hoping to find solace in an empty room. He opens a bedroom door, and notices a girl with a pencil and notebook. “ My bad-,” Taehyung is about to close the door.

You look up from your sketchpad, you see a tall man with messy curls and glasses. “ You can stay,” you observe him, he looks like he was forced to come here. There’s no red solo cup in his hand, he looks like he hasn’t a good night's rest. Also why else would he look mindlessly into rooms, the bathroom doors have a handwritten sign stating ‘BATHROOM’, so he must be bored or something searching into bedrooms. “ Or don’t. I don’t care.” You watch him close the door, entering the room.

“ Is this your room?” Taehyung looks around the room, noticing posters of naked women and marvel posters. Weird combination he notes. Along with the dirty clothes scattered all over the floor.

“ No,” you laugh. Shutting your notebook close, taking notice of his nice hands brushing his hair back. “ My friend’s room. I didn’t really feel like partying just decided to sketch,” you lift your pad up. He nods and sits on the bed.

“ Can I draw?” Taehyung points towards the sketchpad. He hasn’t drawn in months too busy in his schoolwork, his fingers would sometimes draw on foggy windows but nothing more. You nod tearing a piece of paper out and handing him a pencil, he thanks you.

You were sneakily glancing at him, sketching him, his angular jaw, messing hair, uneven eyelid, long eyelashes. Getting lost at his elegant features, wondering if he knows how beautiful he looks. You shake your head for easily fawning over this man. His hands are even beautiful, they travel across the paper gracefully with each stroke. You turn your eyes away when he makes eye contact with you, cheeks getting warm. “ What’s your name?” You ask while shading the contours of his cheeks.

“ Taehyung.” He folded his paper into a small square, putting it into his pocket. “ Yours?”

“ Y/N,” you smile.

---

“ Did you get laid yesterday night?” Jungkook is shirtless with scratch marks behind his back, there’s a couple of hickies on his neck.

Taehyung takes a sip of his tea before answering, “No, just talking to some girl. Her name is Y/N.”

“ Y/N. She’s a nice girl. One time I forgot a scantron for class and she gave me one. She’s also friends with Namjoon.” Jungkook pours himself coffee sitting next to Taehyung. “ Are you interested in her?”

Taehyung would be lying if said he wasn’t interested in you. When he entered the room he thought you were pretty and had a kind smile. “ Maybe...why?”

“ It’s best if you don’t try to get at her. Y/N looks the type to fall in love easily.” Jungkook sighs cracking his back on the back of the chair, groaning at his achy body. Taehyung wonders how can someone fall in love easily, he’s not one to believe in love at first sight or any kind of stuff in that realm. “ Alright, I’m gonna take a quick shower and then we can leave.”

Taehyung and Jungkook are at the library studying or trying to study, Jungkook is texting someone the whole time instead of studying for his macroeconimics test. While Taehyung is playing video games on his phone. “ Hey guys! Didn’t know you actually study Jungkook,” Namjoon jokes, ruffling Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook rolls his eyes pushing his hand off his head mumbling curse words at him. Taehyung looks to the side of Namjoon and notices you laughing as the scene unfolds. You’re carrying ice americanos and Jungkook immediately takes it out of the carrier, thanking you.

You look at Taehyung placing one in front of him, “ I didn’t know what kind of coffee you liked.” Taehyung is wearing similar clothing to what he wore at the party, mostly muted green colors and his circle glasses, his hair is pushed back with a headband. He looks surprised to see you, but nevertheless thanks you for the coffee. The conversations between Jungkook and Namjoon get more serious when they finally decide to study for their materials. You try to study but you want to talk to Taehyung wanting to get to know him more, you nudge your foot against his leg. He looks up, looking at you in question, you nod your head towards the exit entrance, he nods slowly unsure to what you're up to but following your lead. Jungkook and Namjoon are too invested in their studying to see you and Taehyung leave. “ Do you wanna go to my apartment?”

“ Sure,” Taehyung shrugs. The apartment was small and kind of messy, you try to hurry up and toss some of the paintbrushes in the sink. There’s water cups filled with murky colors, and paint marks on the tables, he’s not used to a sight like this. In his apartment it is always clean and tidy, not a dirty plate in sight. “ You live by yourself?” he asked, placing his stuff on the table.

“ Yeah, my roommate moved four months ago with her boyfriend.” You give up cleaning the mess since there’s too much to clean. “ Want some-” You are interrupted when you feel Taehyung’s lips on your, your hands push his chest flustered at the sudden kiss.

“ I-I- sorry...I must have read something wrong,” he looks embarrassed immediately backing up giving you space. “ I thought you invited me to your apartment for sex.” Taehyung notices how your eyes widen, fuck he feels like an ass, scared that he made you uncomfortable. “ I should go…” he goes to pick up his bags ready to bolt out.

“ I just wanted to talk...to get to know you better,” you speak before his hands grab the doorknob. “ We can paint and talk, if that's okay with you?”

“ Are you sure? You don’t want me to leave?”

“ Stay.” You go to the sink to wash your dirty brushes.

Taehyung sits down looking at the wall, notices a canvas of a man, he has plump lips, gentle eyes, overall he is beautiful, something that seemed out of this world. Maybe it was the way it was painted that made it appear like that. “ You painted that?” Taehyung speaks shifting his gaze to you.

You look at where Taehyung was pointing at, it was the painting of your ex boyfriend, “ Yeah, that’s my ex boyfriend, Seokjin. The professor told us to paint the definition of love…,” you stare at Seokjin’s face, remembering the memories you shared. The brushes are all cleaned and you set them down, grabbing some water colors that are in the cabinet.

“ Do you still love him?” Taehyung curiously asked, watching carefully at your reaction.

There’s a slight pain of thinking about him, truly not over his death. “ Yeah I’ll always have love for him…”

Taehyung wants to ask more about him but doesn’t want to intrude, he doesn’t say anything else but paints. This is when Taehyung feels like he’s truly being himself painting, expressing himself without saying anything. Moments like these wish Taehyung would’ve chosen doing what he has a passion for insteading appealing to his mothers standards.

“ Why are you a data analysis major?” The artwork he is doing is remarkable, there’s dark undertones and eerie about it but it is beautiful something that you have to keep staring at.

He chuckles, “ Because I need to eat.” You look down feeling a little insulted he must've noticed since he immediately apologizes.

“ It’s okay. You know if you ever want to relax and paint, you can come here,” you continue painting small flowers. The first time, he smiles and nods his head.

---

5 months later

This is the third flower shop visited and he’s getting more tired with each second. “ This arrangement or this one?” You ask Taehyung, as you hold two bouquets. One was more filled with carnations and the other was filled with lilies. He gives it some thought before pointing at the carnations. “ This would be pretty to paint,” you smell it getting happy inside.

“ Finally, when can we eat...I didn't eat anything this morning,” his stomach growls at the thought of food. He’s still carrying the vases you bought at the thrift shop, you had to plead with you to not buy another antique mirror because he knows he would have to carry it to the apartment.

You gave the cashier the money, as he wraps the flowers in newspaper, turning your head you look at Taehyung, “ Why did you come with me if you were going to complain the whole time?” You laugh at his scrunched nose as you pinch it. The flowers are handed back and you thank the cashier, leaving with Taehyung.

“ Because I wanted to,” Taehyung shrugs. In your apartment he puts the flowers away as you cook him food, he always enjoys your cooking. When he was younger all he ever ate was ramen, never really ate some home cooked meals, his mother was always busy working trying to financially support the family so he never once asked his mom for dinner. Even at his own apartment he doesn’t eat Jungkook’s food since he doesn’t know how to cook either. Sometimes when he’s hungry he’ll just come to your apartment and you’ll be more than happy to cook for him.

When Taehyung enters his apartment Jungkook is watching anime, foot propped on the table and sipping some beer. “ Back from your girlfriends’ so soon?”

“ Not my girlfriend but yeah, I left my schoolwork here so I had to come back,” he sighs. Taehyung doesn’t get mad when Jungkook teases him about you being his girlfriend, but he sometimes gets annoyed. He likes the friendship between the two of you, it’s different from any other friendships he had in the past. “ Tomorrow night the apartment is mine. This guy wants to hangout with me.”

“ Just say he wants to fuck you,” Jungkook yells as Taehyung closes his bedroom door.

---

You meet Taehyung at the park with some bread, he hugs you and asks about your day. “ It was okay. Had lunch with my Dad, but it always ends up in some lecture. I swear, sometimes it feels like I’m fifteen or something,” you tear a piece of bread throwing it into the pond watching some ducks gobble it. You try to look at Taehyung but it hurts when you see some hickies on his neck. On the day you were about to confess your feelings to Taehyung you asked him if he ever loved someone, he laughed and said that he doesn’t believe in no such thing as love. As much as you wanted to disapprove of that idea, you couldn’t be the one to change it.

He grabs some bread, chucking some pieces out, “ What was the argument?”

You laugh thinking about your Dad’s red face, “ I invited him to my apartment, and he found the blunt we smoked together in the ashtray.”

“ Shit, I should’ve thrown it away,” Taehyung laughs too, pushing some of his hair back.

“ Just glad he didn’t find any of my sex toys,” you cringe just thinking about it. You feel something tugging the end of your skirt, looking down you see a toddler smiling cheekily pointing at the bread. You smile, “ Here, have fun,” you hand him the rest of your bread. You watch him wobble as he runs to his mother throwing the whole slice in the water.

“ Sex toys?” Taehyung asked once the child was out of sight. “ Like what?,” Taehyung is interested, he doesn’t know, maybe because he can’t imagine you using them. Or he wants to know how you use it. There were times when Taehyung wanted to have sex with you but he turned those urges off. He doesn’t want to give you mixed signals remembering Jungkook’s words of advice. “ Never-”

“ A dildo, vibrator, hitachi wand, or even my favorite pillow,” you trail off not thinking much until you realize who you are confessing to. “ I-I uh…”

“ How often?,” Taehyung asked quietly, not wanting any other people hearing the conversation. He shouldn’t get turned on but he is.

Something about Taehyung’s deep quiet voice is making you squeeze your thighs, “ Every night…” You're still looking at the pond, watching the ripples that are caused by the ducks swimming away. You can feel Taehyung's stare but you ignore it. The conversation switches to another topic when you talk about your school work. The sun sets and you both part ways.

The sound of tea kettle wakes you up from your concentration of you sketching, sighing you pour yourself the tea. Looking at your art, you turn it over not wanting to see Taehyung’s face right now. But fate has different plans when you hear knocking on the door, Taehyung appears, he lets himself in and is close to your face.

“ Taehyung?” You’re puzzled at his frazzled state, deeply staring into your eyes.

“ Can I kiss you?” The words are quiet but firm. Stupidly you nod, not caring about any consequences. His hands cup your face, immediately going into the kiss. The kisses get deeper, his hands travel to your hips bringing you closer to him quickly, you lose friction from the fluffy socks you're wearing causing you to slip, immediately grabbing Taehyung as you fall backwards. His hands are quick to save himself from not falling onto you. There’s a slight pain on your tailbone but is immediately forgotten when Taehyung goes back to kissing you.

The big t-shirt you are wearing is tossed, his hands immediately fondle your breast, his lips leaving kisses on your neck, groaning as he pushes his bulge against your clothed core. “ Taehyung...let me touch you,” you moan when he bites your neck. He pulls back, pecking your lips before taking off his clothes. Your hands trail against his chest, his stomach, towards his pelvic, trying to remember every part of him. He is surprised to have you touching him like he was some marvel statue, usually his past hookups just rush into the sex. It’s very intimate and he doesn’t know how to feel about it.

Taehyung groans when you touch his dick, he’s hard and wants to be inside of you already. He comes down kissing you, his hands get rid of your panties, fingers spreading your wetness. The moans you let out are turning him on even more, he stretches you out with his fingers. He likes the way your eyes flutter, the shape of your lips tremble, along with your chest inhaling and exhaling deeply. “ You are so pretty,” he doesn’t mean to say it loudly but he does. There’s a blush that blooms on your cheeks, it reminds him of the flowers you would get to study paint.

“ Taehyung,” you moan slightly flustered at his compliment. He reaches for his pants grabbing a condom. “ You don’t want to go to the bedroom?” The floor is still cold against your back, and the last time you cleaned the floor was days ago.

Taehyung shakes head, already putting on the condom not wanting to waste time, “ Too far,” he smiles when you laugh. He enters you feeling you clench tightly around, he moans digging his head into your neck. “ You are so tight,” he groans. “ Feels so fucking good, having you like this,” he confesses.

You moan loudly, his thick cock streching “ Oh fuck, Taehyung, please just fuck me,” your hands go to his waist urging him to move. He listens to your command, thrusting slowly trying to get deep as he can. Maybe if you can close your eyes you can pretend that he’s in love with you. He goes faster and cries at the pace he’s going, the pleasure is overwhelming, something that you can’t get with your own hands. “ I’m close already,” your hand goes to tug at his wavy hair.

“ Me too,” his voice is deeper. His hand travels down to your pussy searching for your clit and rubbing it. “ Come for me,” he says into your ear. You moan his name loudly, cumming around his cock, scratching his back. The sight of you creaming around him makes him immediately come, he searches for your lips, moaning your name in the kiss. The two of you lay in the afterglow of the sex, panting loudly his body is barely being hold up, and you laying on the hard floor.

Taehyung gets up throwing his condom away, he looks at you still laying on the floor with your eyes close, the realization of him having sex with you just popped up. He hurriedly gets dressed, then helps you get dressed, he gets shocked when you kiss him as a thank you. The next morning Taehyung wakes up early, making sure to leave quietly, not wanting to disrupt your sleep.

---

You weren’t going to lie, it kind of hurt not waking up beside Taehyung but you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up. Namjoon invites you to a kick back, only inviting a few people to his house to chill and drink. You take solace on the couch, watching people get high and drunk, you weren’t in the mood to do either so you make conversation with a slightly high Hoseok. He’s in mid-discussion about Shrek being a cinematic masterpiece, when Jungkook yells from the door entrance that he has Taco Bell. Taehyung is beside him wearing all black beanie, crewneck, and sweatpants, but still looks better than half of the people here.

You turn your gaze back to Hoseok who’s left walking towards Jungkook immediately grabbing a taco. Sighing you decide to get fresh air, staring at the tall dark buildings. “ Whatcha you doing here by yourself? It’s fucking freezing,” Taehyung speaks out closing the slider door standing by you. He takes off his vape pen inhaling it.

“ Wanted fresh air,” you shrug, still staring at the buildings. “ Hoseok left me for tacos. He was onto something, saying that Shrek is a masterpiece. Who knows maybe he’ll write his thesis about it.” Taehyung chuckles, he keeps looking at you and you finally stare at him. “ Why’d you kiss me yesterday?”

He blows out the smoke, and puts his pen away, “ Cuz I wanted to,” he shrugs not thinking much about it.

“ Nothing else?” You arch your eyebrow.

He continues to stare into your eyes “ Nope,” he shakes his head.

Some part of you wanted him to say that he had feelings for you but in the back of your mind you knew that wasn’t going to happen. You smile pushing his chest, “ Well that’s the last time we are ever going to do anything like that.” The both of you know that is a lie.

---

For the next couple of months you and Taehyung continue sleeping with each other.

When you are studying with Namjoon in the library, Jungkook and Taehyung spontaneously show up, causing Namjoon to groan. “ You know you love me,” Jungkook jokingly says sitting next to him.

Taehyung sits down next to you, looking at your classwork, “ How long have you been studying,” he whispers.

You turn to look at the time of your phone, “ Like four hours,” you sigh. He hands you a jolly rancher, you immediately put in your mouth. “ Why are you here? You texted me that you were going to take a fat ass nap?”

“ I wanted to see you, kind of missed you,” he lays his head against the table. His eyes close when you brush his soft hair.

“ I’ll be done in forty minutes.” He lets off a quiet okay continuing to look at you doing your work.

Taehyung wakes up to you caressing his cheek, his neck is in pain from the awkward position he slept in. “ Where did Jungkook and Namjoon go?,” he looks at the empty seats. He tries to crack his neck and watches you pack your stuff.

“ They left about twenty minutes ago,” you get up stretching your legs. “ Let’s head home. We still have left over pizza,” you groan at the pain on your lower back.

For some odd reason Taehyung liked hearing you say home, there’s some comfort it gives him but he never says it out loud. Taehyung grabs your backpack, holding it for you as you walk towards your car. You look in the fridge for the pizza, but Taehyung has other plans when he closes the fridge door, pinning you against it kissing you feverishly, his tongue already begging for entrance. Laughing you push him away, “ What’s gotten into you?”

“ I told you...I miss you,” his hands are on your waist. He kisses you again, picking you up easily and placing you on the kitchen table. He takes off your pants and panties, and you reach for his pants but he stops you forcing you to lie completely on the table. “ Look at you, laying so pretty on the table,” he bends down kissing you on your lips before he goes down on you.

He licks your cunt, gently prodding his tongue up and down. Your hips move frantically wanting to feel more of him. His rough hands pin your hips, and he continues with his teasing, lightly kissing your clit before touring you with his slow pace. “ Look at your pussy, it looks like the roses you painted yesterday…,” his finger goes up and down your folds.

The words make your cheeks grow hot, “ No it doesn’t,” you get shy shaking your head. The embarrassment fills your body, for maybe shamelessly liking his compliment. You are probably never going to look at roses the same way ever again.

“ Yeah, it does Y/N, but your pussy is more pretty,” he continues to tease you. Wanting to see you get more flustered, he likes it when you do it gets him more turned on. “ I wonder if it smells like roses too,” he’s about to smell your pussy but you hold his head. He watches you cutely shake your head.

Taehyung is filthy but it makes you get even more aroused. “ It won’t,” you whisper, wanting to cry but he shakes his kissing the inside of your thigh to try to comfort you.

He smells your pussy and he groans, your heart thumps faster and nervous for what's about to say, “ It smells better,” he kisses your clit. His tongue keeps tracing your folds gently wanting to make you beg for more. The movement of his tongue makes you want to pull your own hair out. The pleasure is barely there but it grows within each second of his tongue flicking up and down.

“ Taehyung,” you let out desperate whine, “ please, I need more.” One of his hands slap your cunt, and your back arches surprise but even more turned on. You never knew that you were into that. The sting hurts at first but shoots up ecstasy after a nanosecond, you can’t help but seek more. “ More!”

Taehyung lets out a dark chuckle, he gives you another slap, slightly harder on the center of your clit, the stinging making your face scrunch up but letting out a lewd moan. He groans at your wetness seeping out some of it landing on the table.

Suddenly, he is done with all the teasing, and dives in, nose touching your clit and tongue inside your entrance going in and out. Finding it extremely hot that you are riding his face, like the pillow on your bed. Taehyung vividly remembers when you showed him how you ride your pillow last week. The way you desperately let out cute whines trying so hard to relieve yourself as Taehyung only watched, wanting to see you get off without his help.

He moves his face side to side so his nose can rub your clit. Head in the clouds, your body is floating with ecstasy wanting to stay in it forever. Your hands reach down trying to anchor yourself, Taehyung reaches for your hand holding it tight. You cry out his name loudly, coming intensely, your eyes are shut when it doesn’t seem to stop. Your body finally calms down, looking down you see Taehyung’s face is completely wet. “ Oh my god, did I-

“ Fuck, that was hot,” Taehyung wipes his face with the back his arm. He kisses your lips, he helps you from the table, handing you your panties.

“ Let me repay you?,” you tug at his belt loop, you look down to see the bulge is gone and there’s a wet stain. Your eyes widen, “ Did you come?”

“ Yeah, you squirting on me, made me bust a nut. I swore I never came that hard either,” he sighs happily. Laughing you go towards the fridge, finally eating the cold pizza. You hand him one and he eats it in two bites. “ My mom called me today…”

Taehyung hardly talks about his family, you only know that he was raised only by his mother. He never talked bad about her but you can tell that they didn’t have a close relationship. “ What happened?” You and Taehyung move so you're sitting on the couch.

“ She told me that my father wanted to meet up with me,” Taehyung rolls his eyes. “ Told her that I don’t want to. She started crying and telling me that he’s my father...I sometimes think she’s still in love with him. She’s an idiot.” He lays his back staring at the ceiling.

“ Sometimes it’s hard to get over someone that you once loved. The one you shared your laughs, arguments, touches, memories...vanish into thin air... or you could hold onto it. Love isn’t easy...it’s messy, it’s confusing but it’s beautiful being able to share it with someone. Don’t you think?” You look at Taehyung’s side profile.

Taehyung turns his head looking at you, “ I don’t know...I will never fall in love. I don’t want to end up like my parents,” he closes his eyes.

“ Taehyung-“

He opens his eyes smiling, grabbing your hands, “ Let’s head to bed,” already over the conversation.

---

Jungkook is cooking breakfast and almost burns his hand when a random girl walks out of Taehyung’s room. Immediately she exits their apartment, doing the walk of shame. Taehyung walks out shirtless with hickies on his chest and dishevelled hair. Jungkook clears his throat, “ Thought you were seeing Y/N,” he turns off the stove.

Taehyung grabs a glass of water, “ We are just friends,” he takes several gulps.

Jungkook scoffs rolling his eyes at his friend’s stupidity, “ Yeah, friends who have sex, hold hands, and almost spend every night together. My bad I forgot they changed the definition of ‘friends’ in the Webster dictionary.”

“ Whatever man...I'm out of here,” Taehyung leaves the kitchen going to his room. He looks at himself in the mirror, disgusted at his appearance, at the splotchy marks on his neck. Why am I like this? Taehyung leaves his apartment ignoring Jungkook, entering your apartment with his set of keys. He looks at you cooking pancakes, you look at him quickly and smiling.

“ Hey...you want some? It’s your favorite banana pancakes,” you flip the pancake. He looks at the big stack of pancakes you have on the table, you continue with the last couple of pancakes and sit down taking a couple of bites. You are consumed by the taste, not really focusing on Taehyung until he clears his throat, looking at him you notice marks on his neck. Your heart plummets, you thought the whole time the two of you have been messing around he wasn’t seeing anyone else. “ You hooked up with someone else yesterday?,” you set your utensils down.

Taehyung nods trying to look nonchalant, “ Yeah, is that a problem?”

“ No,” you try to lie to yourself but it’s no use, your face looks the opposite of how you feel, disheartening, you can’t save face even if your life's on the line. Swallowing hard you shake your head, “ Actually, yes. It is a problem,” you sigh. “ I don’t understand you. You treat me like a lover, but then you do things like this…” you get up from the kitchen table tossing the plates in the sink, not caring that you didn’t finish the meal, “ I open my heart with you but you don’t do the same. I feel used in this relationship or whatever the hell this is,” your hands clenched tightly as you turn around and face Taehyung.

He’s now by the kitchen counter standing up, “ I told you I’m not looking for love. I’m sorry if I gave you mixed feelings but I don’t want this to end whatever we have with each other. I like how things are-”

You scoff, rolling your eyes at his words, “ Well I don’t...if you want to fuck around then do it... I’m not going to care for you like I love you anymore.” The angry tears stream down your face, your hands wipe them before he could, “ Go Taehyung. I wish you the best,” his face is etched with subtle pain, turning away from him you wash the dishes not bothering to look at the sound of him leaving.

---

Three days later

Taehyung hasn’t been sleeping well, tossing and turning, giving up completely and decides to study all night long. This has been a daily occurrence since the fight with you. I’m not going to care for you like I love you anymore. Taehyung groans, wanting to get the image of you out of his brain. Jungkook knocks on his door, eyes widening at the sight of him, “ You look like shit, c’mon Namjoon is having another get together.”

When Taehyung shows up to the party he watches you have a conversation with Hoseok, from a far distant, unsure how you would react if you saw him. Taehyung waits till Hoseok leaves, walking towards you as you are on your phone texting someone. He watches you jolt as he calls your name. “ Hey,” you greet him but there’s no smile or warmth like you usually greet. And he hates it, it makes him feel like a stranger.

“ About the last time, I’m sorry that we got into an argument,” Taehyung apologizes, he tucks his hands in his pockets, a nervous tick he developed when he was elementary.

“ Ok,” you nod your head, not wanting to discuss something so private in a social setting. “ I should get going, I got a research paper to go over,” you give him one last glance and leave, not saying goodbye to anyone else.

Taehyung doesn’t like the way your back faces him, leaving him all alone with a place full of people. He pushes against people not wanting to let you go so easily, he wants to talk to you, he wants to hear you talk. He wants to lay in your bed and listen to your heart beat while you stroke his hair, letting him fall asleep in your arms. You're opening your car door, and you halt when he calls your name, you wait patiently for what he’s going to say. Please stay. “ I-I uh...I wish you the best, Y/N” Taehyung says. He watches you give him one last small smile and drive away.

---

Six months later

Taehyung hates visiting his mother, there’s always something unsettling when he enters his childhood home. As soon as greets his mother she comments about his weight, his slightly long wavy hair, and baggy clothes. She doesn’t ask him college, she never does. Instead he listens to her talk about her work. “ I told your father that you're in town,” she says over the sound of the faucet. Taehyung nods, handing her the dirty dishes, “ I told him you are free tomorrow, you are going to visit him at IHOP,” she leaves no room for argument.

The sun wakes up Taehyung before his alarm does, he doesn’t really put in effort to look nice but when his mother gives him a look, he changes into something more appropriate. Maybe if Taehyung was in middle school he would be nervous meeting his father but now that he’s an adult he couldn’t care less. It takes him a while to find his father, he looks older from his adolescent years, has a few gray hairs and slightly wrinkled skin. His father stands up, and Taehyung immediately holds his hand out giving him a handshake not wanting to receive an awkward hug. His father looks surprised but compiles, awkwardly laughing and sits down taking a gulp of his hot black coffee. “ I ordered your favorite,” his father points to the triple drizzle chocolate milkshake with a red cherry on top that is set in front of Taehyung. “ How are you kiddo? You look so grown up, your mother has been feeding you well, huh?”

“ Yup.” Taehyung looks at the red cherry.

There’s too much uncomfortable tension, and his father is letting more awkward coughs to try to fill the silence. “ Almost done with college, yeah? Just three more months, and you gotta face the real world,” his father comments.

Taehyung has been facing the real world since he was a teenager, he worked when he was in highschool to pay for college, he cooked his own dinner because his mother always came home late, he didn’t need to graduate college to find out the world was shitty. “ Yeah.”

His father tries really hard to have some sort of conversation with his son.“ You still like to paint?”

Taehyung smiles, getting reminded of you. He wonders what you are doing right now, if you are painting the canvas he bought you when you guys were friends. “ No. I mean yeah, sorta. I painted with this girl, she made me fall back in love with painting but I did something horrible to her. Now I can’t paint without thinking about her,” he sighs.

There’s surprise etched on his father’s face, since more than a word came out of his son’s mouth. “ Seems like a very important person to you. You should talk things out with her, don’t want to lose someone like that.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “ Why? You did the same thing to us.”

“ Taehyung-”

“ You really fucked me up father, I hate that you and mom made me this way. I want to love her but I’m scared...what if she ends up leaving me like you did. I rather be alone for the rest of my life than to have someone steal a part of me,” Taehyung grits his teeth.

“ I-I I’m sorry Taehyung...I really am. I hate myself everyday for not visiting you, I should’ve been there for you...Your mother and I once loved each other but sometimes people fall out of love, but that doesn’t mean love is evil. Don’t give up on love because of our failed marriage, son, you deserve to be in love.”

---

One week later

“ Fuck, watch where you going asshole,” you yell at the asshole who wasn’t paying attention that made you drop all of your art supplies. He doesn’t even bother apologizing, just continues to walk with his friends. You pick up your pencils, someone helps you pick up your other materials. “ Thank-” you stop midway when your eyes are met with Taehyung. He hands you the sketchpads, you quickly put it in your bag, “ Thanks.”

“ No problem. You just got out of class?,” he asked intently looking at you.

His hair is pushed back by his headband, showing his forehead, he’s wearing his usual baggy grandpa clothes. It makes your heart flutter, but you quickly push the feeling away. “ Yeah, but I have to go back to pick up my two pieces,” you shrug.

“ You need a hand?” He offers with a careful smile.

You contemplate, you don’t want to make two trips, “ If you’re not busy…”

He eagerly shakes his head. “ I’m not, let me help.” Taehyung follows you to the art room, and picks up the pieces easily despite it being large canvases. There’s silence when you are done putting it in your car.

“ Thank you,” you give him a grateful smile. “ Do you need to ride home?”

Taehyung took his car to campus but he lies, he accepts your offer in hopes that you guys can talk things over. The radio is on low, and Taehyung is almost near his apartment, “ I lied I don’t need a ride,” he starts off and you let out a surprise laugh.

“ Why are you just telling me now?,” you are about two minutes from the destination.

“ I wanted to talk to you about what happened to us-”

You sigh, not wanting to reopen bandage wounds on your heart, “ Taehyung, I’m over it-”

His head turns to face you, “ I love you. I think I always loved you since we became friends. I was scared to tell you because it was something so new for me...I was selfish, I thought that everything we had was fine but I never took your feelings into consideration.” He’s breathing really hard because he finally confessed his heart out, something he vowed he’ll never do since he was a child.

“ Why? Why now?,” you swallow hard, not looking at him but only the road. Scared that if you look into his eyes, you’ll get lost into them.

“ It took me a while to come in terms with how I am feeling. Because love is messy right?,” his voice cracks.

The car is now parked in his driveway, “ Yeah, it is.” Turning to finally face him, he has little tears in his eyes that haven’t fallen. “ I still love you, Taehyung,” your hand touches his soft cheek, caressing it. Taehyung leans closer to you and you close your eyes expecting a kiss, instead he sobs against your neck. Feeling wet tears against your neck, you try to coddle him but the tight space in the car is not giving you any room to do so. “ Tae, why are you crying?,” you comb the back of his curls.

Taehyung pulls away giving you a tearful smile, “ Because for the first time in my life I know what love is.”

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starlight-writes-stuff · 4 years ago

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hi, do you think you could do another blurb for ethan? maybe something nsfw? like, a party hookup? im thinkin about fratboy!ethan 👁👄👁

(wc: 5.5k) pls im always thinking about fratboy ethan :,) but yes i can do this 100 % ! this ask prompted something deep in me and i ended up making a playlist to go with it as well 🤧here’s the link to that if ur interested https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4yXuVtAKBHexm5ifE9NQ2B ! A L S O i’m sorry this took forever to get to ,,,, life has been a lot recently lol . reblogs are always appreciated ! <3

AYO LOOK AT THESE ! : smut (obvious but still) , sex while under the influence (with explicit consent given) , softdom! ethan , marajuana use , alcohol use , unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it , plz) , swearing , college au , an unus annus reference if u look close enough , and i believe thats it . enjoy ! xoxoxoxo , starlight .

a little party never killed nobody

it was the exact same as every other college party you’d ever been to. shitty music, shittier alcohol, shittiest people- except for him.

when ethan nestor had invited you to a frat party, you’d laughed in his face. you knew that he was a member of data data data, but he wasn’t the type that made it his whole personality. as far as you’d observed, he wasn’t the partying type, either, but there he was, texting you the house address.

“so you’ll come tonight? it’s going to be a pretty big thing- a lot of people coming. you should be able to walk right in, but if anyone gives you shit just tell them you’re with me,” he said, a slight smirk playing on his lips. you and ethan hadn’t been talking for long; technically, you hadn’t even known that he’d existed two weeks ago.

when ethan had first sauntered up to you in physical sciences, that same smirk painting his face, you’d picked up on the underlying chemistry right away. he was a flirt by nature, but he seemed to play it up even more around you- the brunette boy had asked for your number the first day you met, and you’d been talking almost constantly since. he was funny and sweet and extremely charismatic, and he made your heart flip in your chest with the smallest glance. the two of you hadn’t hung out alone yet, so this party felt like a big deal.

or, at least, that's what you’d thought.

when you showed up at the front door of the frat house loud, bass-filled music was already shaking the window panes in their frames, and you could hear what sounded like a hundred different voices all talking over each other. ethan hadn’t been kidding when he said that it was a big party; at least half of your year was here, plus the older and younger students interspersed throughout the throngs of people as well. as you made your way to the kitchen, ethan was nowhere to be found. you felt as if all eyes were on you as you started to pour a drink, and dimly, you wondered if people could tell that you didn’t belong.

however, most of your anxious thoughts had been subdued after the first solo cup of vodka lemonade, and you were now well through your second. the music pounding throughout the house felt as if it had infiltrated your veins, filling them with a warm, buzzing sensation that loosened your limbs. at some point, a guy had come up to chat with you. then another. you weren't sure how many times you’d given out your snapchat tonight, but it had been a lot, and you were about to do it again.

the guy you were currently talking to introduced himself as danny. he was some sort of business major, much like every other guy that you’d spoken with tonight, and was very clearly trying to hit on you. even through the alcohol-induced haze, you remembered who you came here for and you weren't leaving without him. you put a hand on danny’s shoulder, effectively cutting him off in the middle of his sentence.

“hey, do you know where ethan is? ethan nestor, i mean? he’s the one who invited me here.”

danny looked disappointed, but seemed to shift and slot puzzle pieces together in his head, snapping his fingers. “you're the girl he invited? that makes so much sense, actually. yeah, he’s out back- toking up, probably,” he explained, gesturing towards a door you would’ve never noticed. “out there and down the stairs. need an escort?”

you almost denied his advances but spotted an old fling loitering by the hidden door. giving danny a tight smile, you drained the rest of your drink and held up a finger. “one sec! stay here.”

butterflies flooded every inch of your being as you stumbled over to the makeshift bar, pouting a variety of liquors into your cup. you were going to see ethan outside of class. on his turf. something about it shook you to your core, but you couldn’t quite figure out why.

sure, ethan was hot- that was obvious. but he’d been flirty, too. were the two of you a thing? if you weren’t, why had he been talking to danny about 'the girl he was inviting’? clearly, ethan had been talking about you, you just weren't sure of the context. you tried to swallow all these fears as you topped off your cup with lemonade, taking a small sip. trying not to spit it out, you added more juice; you’d made the strongest mixture you could think of, and it tasted like some sort of poison. that didn’t stop you from taking another small sip, then a bigger one. you needed the buzz.

“okay! let's go.”

danny led you out the door and down the stairs with no issue, and you quickly realized how tipsy you were - the stairs seemed to bob and warp under your feet, and you grabbed onto the handrail with a death grip. he noticed this easily, laughing a bit. “are you good?”

“great. it's the heels and alcohol- they don't mix well.” you laughed at yourself, regretting the chunky, heeled boots you’d thrown on.

“you can ditch them, if you want. we’re going out onto a deck, so you won't be in grass or anything,” danny explained, pointing to a pile of shoes by the door you were about to exit. you weren't going to argue with that, thankful that you’d chosen cute socks as you wrestled the footwear off and tossed it onto the pile. your stomach flipped as danny opened the door, cool night air biting into your warm skin, waking you up a bit. the sourish-sweet scent of marijuana flooded the small stairwell, and danny chuckled. “told you he was smoking.”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the way you felt watching ethan take a long drag off of some sort of pen, letting the vapor pour from his lips in pale blue plumes. something about the easy way the smoke seemed to float from his mouth went straight to your center, and you dug your nails into your palms, trying to get yourself under control. ethan finally realized that more people had joined the small crowd on the bench, and his heavy-lidded eyes seemed to light up as they roamed all over you lazily. this only furthered the sensation between your legs, the coils starting to tighten in your lower stomach.

what the hell?

“y/n, you made it,” ethan said, a smile taking over his face. he quickly hopped down from where he’d been sitting on the guardrail and made his way over, wrapping an arm dangerously low around your waist. he hugged you tightly, making your heartbeat stutter as you squeezed him back.

you mumbled a ‘hello’ into his neck as ethan let his touch linger, your body held tightly to his. someone cleared their throat, conversation starting back up, and ethan reluctantly pulled away, dropping his eyes to yours. he kept a hand on the small of your back, sending electricity running up and down your spine. “having fun?”

you could barely talk as you forced yourself to respond. “yeah, lots. you’re a hard person to find.”

ethan grinned again, letting his head fall back as he laughed. “my bad. i thought you would text me when you got here. found someone to take care of you , though?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. the facial expression did absolutely nothing for the situation building up under your skirt- only worsening your want for the tall boy in front of you.

“who?”

ethan smirked, dropping his lips to your ear. “that's what i like to hear. you look pretty, y/n.”

the way he said your name practically undid you, ripping your self-control apart at the already weakened seams. you let a hand wander up and down one of ethan’s sculpted arms, outlining the planes of muscle through his hoodie as you crossed your legs; sure, it was the ladylike thing to do, but you were desperately looking for some sort of friction, anything to lessen the need for him.

“thank you.”

ethan nodded, the hand that had been perched on your back sliding over your hip before finding your hand. he laced his fingers into yours, and you were shocked at how forward he was being. the two of you had flirted heavily- and okay, maybe you’d sent some suggestive pictures back and forth- but ethan seemed to be claiming you as he led you over to the round table where all his friends were sat. again, you carved half-moons into your palms with your nails as you added up all the chairs- there wasn’t enough. you began to let go of ethan’s hand, ready to boost yourself onto the railing, but he gave your fingers a gentle squeeze. you watched as ethan settled into the overstuffed outdoor chair, gesturing at his lap.

fuck.

you took a brief moment to admire the mess you’d gotten yourself into before you gingerly sat on ethan’s lap, trying to make yourself as small and weightless as humanly possible. that didn’t last long, though. ethan circled an arm over your hips, pulling you onto his lap firmly. you couldn’t breathe as you settled into him, crossing your legs tightly. your lower body was tucked away, hidden under the table, but still. you tucked a small portion of fabric between your thighs, ensuring nothing would slip.

you didn’t say much as ethan continued to conversate with his friends, passing the silvery, skinny device around the table.

soon, the talk turned from school and classes to typical, stuttering stoner laughing; everyone besides ethan and danny seemed to be a complete lightweight, gone after one hit of the cartridge. however, both the boys were on at least their fourth hit and still seemed relatively composed. they’d started to talk about some sort of economic study, and you’d quickly grown bored and confused. after sitting through 10 more minutes of the terminology you didn't understand, you began to wiggle around on ethan’s lap, loosening his grip on you.

at the same moment, you and ethan both shifted in just the right way, causing one of his legs to end up between both of yours just as your hips rolled forward. delicious friction flooded your system, and you bit down hard on your lower lip, trying to stifle a moan. you fought with everything in you not to rock your body again, sensation overwhelming your impulse control. before you could do anything, one of ethan’s large hands found your hips, squeezing just enough to leave fingerprint-shaped marks on your skin. ethan knew what he’d done- you could hear the satisfaction threaded through his voice.

“you okay? what d’you need?”

you tried to steady your voice, painfully conscious of the people around you. while most of ethan’s friends were high enough that they wouldn’t notice, you knew that danny would pick up on any changes in your demeanor. you swallowed hard before answering him.

“i'm gonna go get another drink.” another gentle squeeze practically lit your skin on fire, and ethan held the pen up to you.

“wanna try this instead?”

you weren’t going to lie- you’d been a bit jealous of the boys, not even thinking of passing the device to you. with shaky hands, you reached to accept the cartridge, but ethan had different plans. a sinful look found its way into his slitted eyes as ethan held the pen up to your lips. “go ahead.”

you could’ve passed out from the command, the look, the way that he’d started to bounce his leg. it was as if he was trying to break you- like he wanted you to give him some sort of sign that you wanted him. you did, more than anything. desire seemed to curl its way into every inch, every cell of your body, its spurs digging into your skin.

you met ethan’s eyes deliberately as you accepted the cold metal into your mouth, inhaling deeply. you took immense pleasure in the look that crossed ethans face as you pulled away with lungs full of the hazy drug. you held your breath for as long as possible before letting the vapor drift from your lips, just as ethan and done earlier. you watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, his eyes snapping off of yours and over to danny.

“i’m gonna take y/n to get a drink. watch them, will you?” he asked, gesturing to the rest of his friends. danny just nodded, mumbling a low ‘have fun’ as ethan practically lifted you off of his lap. adrenaline coursed through each and every one of your veins and ethan laced his fingers through yours, leading you inside.

ethan barely let the door shut before his hands were on your hips, pinning you to the wall of the small stairwell. his lips met yours roughly, and you couldn’t hold back the whimper that had been building in your throat for the past hour. you felt ethan smirk at the soft noise before he bit at your lower lip, dragging the soft flesh between his teeth. again, you let out a whine full of pleasure- he just felt so good. you let your arms circle ethans neck, one of your hands knotting in his dark hair. you pulled at the roots gently as ethan’s tongue rolled against yours, your body entirely succumbing to him.

he forced himself to pull off of your body, and you let out a small whine; you’d been waiting on this. ethan smirked, his laugh coming out dark and much raspier than usual. “don’t worry doll, i'm not done with you yet. just can't have you here.”

the words went right through you, only adding to the ache between your thighs. ethan took your hand with a profound gentleness, and dropped a soft kiss on your forehead. “before this even starts, are you sure?”

you nodded eagerly, getting up on your tiptoes to recapture his lips, but ethan pulled back. you furrowed your eyebrows at the tall boy, confused- until he brought a hand up to your face, holding your jaw. ethan tilted your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes. “i need words, baby. are you positive? i can-”

“so sure. i promise.” you nodded at him, your eyes never leaving his. “i want you.”

ethan swore under his breath and kissed you hard before leading you up the stairs. you started to feel the effects of the drug as ethan took you from kitchen to living room, up some stairs… you lost track of all the places you’d been, allowing the weed to cloud everything in a gauzy veil. you felt good; light and somehow heavy at the same time, and you enjoyed the way that everything seemed to slow down. finally, ethan opened a door and pulled you in behind him. you realised where you were- his room. it smelled like ethan, like citrus and musk and something you could only describe as boy.

you let out a small giggle as ethan reached for a remote, colored lights dousing the room in a sultry red glow. “setting the mood?”

quickly, you were shut up in the best possible way. ethan kissed your roughly, all teeth and tongue and hands everywhere as he backed you against one of his walls. you let yourself get lost in him, basking in the warmth of your hunger for him. one of ethan’s cold hands made its way under your shirt, the other holding your jaw in place as he bit into your bottom lip once again, making you whine.

“feel good?” ethan asked, breathlessly. you could hear the smirk in his voice, but you couldn’t help the way your back arched at the simple question. your nails dug into his shoulder as ethan slid his thumb under the band of your bra, and he let out a rough moan, managing to undo the clasp with one hand. ethan pulled away from you long enough to rid you of your shirt, discarding your bra on the floor as well while you practically ripped his hoodie off, desperate to feel his skin against your own. he clearly wanted the same, judging by the way he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you flesh against his chest.

ethan managed to capture both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinning them above your head. you were unfamiliar with the feeling of being restrained, but the sensation seemed to send your heart thrumming even faster. he kissed you until your lips were sore and your knees were weak before finally dropping his forehead to yours. ethan took his chance, letting his eyes roam all over you and you watched his pupils grow larger until his eyes were practically black. “jesus fuck, y/n. you’re beautiful.”

your voice came out high and breathy as you responded. “ ‘could say the same about you.” you were practically panting, your body no longer responding to your mind as your back arched. ethan let out a hard breath.

“do you know what you do to me?”

your eyes fluttered shut as ethan’s lips met the sensitive skin of your neck, his tongue exploring the delicate flesh. he quickly found your weak spot and focused his attention there; he let his teeth gently sink into your skin, making you gasp before using his soft tongue to soothe the spot. he repeated this process all over your neck, sucking on your flesh when he found a sweet spot. you knew that you’d be covered in purple-blue bruises, but you’d wear them proudly- that was ethan’s motivation for marking you up.

ethan trailed soft, wet kisses all the way down your neck to your collarbones, groaning at the way you pushed your chest toward him. he hesitated, but started kissing back up your neck, your jaw, back up to your lips. he released his grip on your wrist and you quickly cupped his face in your hands, kissing him with everything in you. you wanted the boy to feel the way you wanted him, and you knew he could as his lips seemed to slow, the kisses getting deeper and deeper. you lost yourself completely in ethan, unsure of where he started and you ended. you could feel his heartbeat against your own, the two thumping rapidly, almost erratic.

the two of you stayed pressed up against each other, your back firmly against the wall for a while, until ethan finally pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “bed?”

you nodded eagerly, wanting the boy all over you. the two of you stumbled, half kissing over to the mattress, falling together. ethan quickly situated himself on top of your body, caging you in between his arms. he began kissing down your body at a torturously slow pace, tracing the dark marks he’d already left with his soft tongue, driving you insane. ethan took his time working down to your breasts, finally taking one of your sensitive nubs into his mouth. you let out an almost guttural moan at the sensation, pleasure overwhelming your senses. ethan hummed at your reaction, only intensifying the feeling. you tangled a hand in his hair, the other digging into his back, leaving long, red scratches on his pale skin.

ethan swirled his tongue around your bud, taking extreme pride in the way you let your head fall back against the mattress, moans of his name spilling from your lips. he tucked an arm under the arch of your back, pulling your body even closer to him- he didn’t want any space dividing the two of you. ethan pulled off of your puffy nipple with a soft moan, wasting no time in kissing over your chest, pulling the other into his mouth. he covered your chest in dark, deep bruises, admiring his work under the sensual glow of the red lights. “so pretty..”

you couldn’t form full sentences to respond with, just broken moans and pleads and tugs on his hair. ethan found it endearing, the way you wanted him so badly. he couldn’t help but give you what you needed.

he kisses hastily down your body leaving small lovebites here and there on your ribs, your stomach. ethan hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your skirt and pressed a kiss to the exposed skin right above the fabric. “this okay?”

“yes, i- please,” you pleaded, lifting your hips to make it easier. ethan got rid of the piece of clothing, discarding it on his bedroom floor, quickly followed by your panties. he let out a throaty moan, his eyes working over you lazily, like he had all the time in the world. he admired your body until you wriggled underneath him, needing some sort of stimulation.

“what do you want, baby?”

“you,” you whined, desperation weaving through your voice. ethan pressed gentle, warm kisses on your hip bones, fighting a laugh.

“i know that. what specifically?”

“fuck, ethan. anything, just touch me. please.”

“okay, okay. and you're positive this is alright?”

“yes. i’m so sure. i swe-” your words died in the back of your throat as ethan pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing small, soft circles. “holy fuck.”

“already so worked up,” ethan mumbled, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. “this because of me?”

you were taken aback by the way your high seemed to multiply the pleasure by tens of thousands- ethan was barely touching you and you could feel your high approaching quickly. you couldn’t find the words to answer him as ethan shifted between your legs, giving himself a better view of your sex. “does that feel okay?”

a stream of swears left your lips as ethan quickened his pace, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. “so fucking good, just like that.” the knots in your stomach continued to tighten as you balled the sheets in your fist, tugging at his hair with the other hand.

ethan pressed a kiss dangerously low on your hip, looking up at you. “can i?”

your hips bucked at the tone of his voice, and you nodded vigorously. ethan kept his eyes on yours as he ran his tongue through your folds, lapping your arousal up. he couldn’t help but groan at the taste of you, the way you pulled at his hair, putting his mouth where you wanted it before letting your head fall back onto his bed. ethan started to suck at your sensitive bud, rolling his tongue over the bundle of nerves and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“i- fuck- i’m close.”

he hummed, the vibrations sending you over the edge. your eyes rolled back into your head while you tugged at his hair, your orgasm completely undoing you- the high only added to the sensation, making it that much better. your hips bucked under the skillful work of his soft tongue as ethan let you ride out your high on his face.

ethan dropped a gentle kiss on your clit before peppering your entire body with them, giggling at the way you squealed. he finally attached his lips to your neck, your jaw, back to your lips. you kissed him hard, tasting yourself off of him. finally, when your exhaustion won out you pulled away, running your hands through ethan’s fluffy hair.

“how was that?”

you propped yourself up on your elbows, pecking ethan’s lips. “so, so good,” you mewled between heavy breaths. ethan bit down on his lower lip and smiled, pride filling his system.

“god, you look good moaning my name. you're beautiful, you know,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. ethan looked at you with a tenderness in his eyes, placing another kiss on your lips. “think you can go again?”

ethan started trailing down your body again, not waiting for an answer. he was laser focused on pleasuring you, making you whine and whimper for him- only for him. before he could get far, though, you were grabbing at his arm and shaking your head. he flushed, peeling away from you while starting to profusely apologize, but you pressed a finger to his lips.

“want you. inside of me,” you explained between pants, still exhausted from the first round of stimulation. ethan threw his head back, swearing.

“jesus christ, y/n. need me that bad, baby?”

his choice of words drowned you in desire, and you were all his. “yes. please, ethan?”

he wanted to fuck you until all you could do was moan his name just like that, over and over again. before you could process what was happening ethan had his hands all over you, roaming your body as he practically drooled at the sight before him: your already fucked out body, the sweet look painting your face, begging for him. ethan could barely control himself, his words coming out as rough murmurs.

“protection? i mean, i have it.”

you bit at your lip, hard. you were on birth control, and you wanted him- all of him.

shaking your head, you explained. “birth control. we’ll be fine, if you’re comfortable.”

you jumped as ethan moved a finger to your entrance, dipping into your sex. he groaned at the way you clenched around the appendage, his cock jumping in his boxers. “want my cum inside you?”

“yes- fuck, ethan, please,” you begged, reduced to nothing. all you wanted; all you needed was him inside you, ruining your body until you couldn’t take anymore pleasure.

“so tight,” he mumbled, lining another finger up. you bucked your hips, the sensitivity almost too much as he stretched you out, watching the way your face contorted under his influence. ethan placed a large hand low on your abdomen, applying light pressure. “if you can’t take this, you won’t be able to take me.”

you nodded, pace almost desperate for him to continue. “feels good baby. so good.”

you took note of the pleased expression that stretched over ethan’s face as you praised the boy- you were just telling the truth, but clearly he liked to hear what a good job he was doing. ethan brought his thumb up to your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves and you grabbed at his wrist, nails digging into skin.

“gonna make me cum again,” you warned, but ethan only smiled at you, nodding almost condescendingly.

“wanna finish on my fingers, pretty girl?”

you wanted to say no, wait to come undone around him, but his movements felt too good. you dug your nails into his arm even harder, your other hand clawing into ethan’s soft sheets as the knots in your stomach came undone, your walls contracting around his fingers tight enough to make him moan.

ethan let his pace slow, extending your orgasm as you practically rode his hand, crying out in absolute euphoria as he increased pressure on your clit. unable to form words, you released your grasp on the boy’s arm, bringing your hand up to his face instead. you pulled ethan’s lips down to meet yours, whining at the feeling of his clothed cock grinding against your center.

ethan couldn’t take it anymore, quickly ridding himself of the soft sweatpants. you watched as his manhood sprung up, hitting his abdomen; the sight in and of itself enough to make you let out another bliss-filled noise. ethan let his eyes fall to yours as he stroked himself, shuddering at the heavenly friction. again, his voice came out low as he lined himself up with you.

“sure?”

far beyond words, you nodded and laced your fingers through his.

ethan returned your grasp with a sweet squeeze, gliding the tip of his cock through your folds- coating himself in your arousal. the two of you moaned in sync; a sweet, satisfied sort of harmony. finally, ethan pushed into you slowly, gasping at the feeling. you couldn’t help the way your eyes rolled back into your head, the feeling of him inside you almost too much.

“you okay?”

“so good,” you breathed, trying not to yelp at the feeling spreading through your lower body. ethan was well endowed- the biggest you’d ever taken- and it was an addictive sort of pain. he moved slowly, stopping a few times; allowing you to adjust around his length. when he’d bottomed out, ethan let his head fall back, groans escaping his throat.

“so fucking tiny,” he gasped, a groan cutting his statement off. “feel so good around me, gorgeous.”

you nodded at him, trying your best to meet ethan’s eyes as you praised the boy. “so fucking big- you feel so good,” you whined, your hips bucking. “want you so bad.”

a breathless laugh escaped ethan’s lungs as he maneuvered a hand behind one of your thighs, lifting your leg to hook over his shoulder. he pushed even deeper into you and black spots began to crowd the sides of your vision, the pleasure overwhelming. slowly, ethan started to pull out of you, eliciting filthy words and moans from you before he slid his length back in.

“fucking hell, y/n. so tight,” he said, voice tipping up into a whimper at the end. he quickened his pace, the noise of sleeping skin filling the room. you could barely contain yourself, no longer fighting the stream of murmurs and swears leaving your lips as ethan continued to pump in and out of you. your next orgasm was already building, the coils tightening rapidly in your lower belly.

ethan let his hand wander down to your sensitive bud, almost coming undone at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut. you traced up his forearm, scraping at his sweet skin before knotting your fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots.

“eyes open, baby. look at me.”

you could’ve cum then and there, the instructions only turning you on further. you forced your eyes open, meeting his as ethan sped up again. an almost animalistic noise left your throat as ethan thrusted into you roughly- you weren’t going to be able to hang on much longer. ethan felt the way your walls were clenching around him, fluttering and tightening as he increased his speed on your clit.

“close?” he asked, unable to say much more than that. your grip around him was euphoric- he was closer than he’d like to be. it hadn’t been more than 20 minutes, but with the way you were pulling at his head, almost crying in completely bliss, ethan wanted to fill you to the brim with his cum then fuck it into your sensitive pussy, overstimulating the sweet flesh.

you nodded, humming a small “mhm,” as you looked at him with wide eyes. ethan paused for a moment, shifting your leg up even higher onto his shoulder before plunging back into you. you felt the head of his cock hit a new, even more delicious spot and you became almost delirious. looking at him with furrowed eyebrows, you felt a tear crawl down your cheek.

“gonna cum, ethan-”

“fuck- me too. let go, baby.”

your entire body seemed to shake and shudder under the force of your orgasm- it hit you like a fucking train. you felt ethan’s thrusts get sloppier as he buried himself inside you, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. he whimpered as he shot his cum deep into your pussy, the sensation all consuming. the two of you stayed like that for a while- riding out your highs with each other, rough moans turned to honey-sweet mewls.

as your heart rate started to come down, you peppered the boy's face with soft, careless kisses: ones that he gladly returned. ethan finally found your lips, pressing tender, long kisses to the swollen skin.

“you’re a fucking god,” you murmured, stressing the word as ethan’s face flushed even hotter than it already had been.

“that,” he huffed, breathing still hard and uneven, “would be you.”

you giggled at the statement, your voice hitching as ethan slowly pulled out of you. you could feel a mixture of him and you spill out, the substance flowing over your things as ethan kissed down your body, taking in the sight between your legs.

“so pretty, baby,” he whispered, sinking a long finger into your pussy. your whole body spasmed at the feeling, completely overstimulated. ethan pulled out of you softly, watching the way his cum seemed to spill out of you endlessly. he placed small, delicate kisses to the marks he’d left covering your thighs, admiring his work. “can i keep you here for the night?” he asked, eyes turning affectionate.

you nodded at the boy as he came back up to meet your lips, then your forehead. as you settled onto his chest, drawing lazy patterns on his skin, ethan's voice seemed to return to normal.

“such a good girl.”

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iluvyou-xoxo · 4 years ago

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high

suna x reader

wc: 2.2k

you were completely in over your head. sure, you had the occasional blunt at a high school party or kickback, but never have you been to something like this.

your senior project about the film industry was just proven wrong as the girls next to you snorted a line off the kitchen countertop. in your suburban neighborhood, the parties portrayed in television or cinema were only that: something that directors and script writers created as they continued to fetishize the high school experience. your paper talked about how odd it was that films focused on the loss of innocence during those four years of hell and how extremely inaccurate the portrayal was.

but here you stand at your first college party since attending university for only about a month now. it was exactly as pictured in every movie that you once would have called “stupid as fuck", and now you wish you had paid more attention.

everyone seemed to of had experience in these types of gatherings while you stood next to the sink with a red solo cup filled with only water. your roommate had dragged you to this frat house because she had to meet with her dealer and would much rather do it in a public setting. her smart decision was only your downfall as she had begged you to come too, yet ditched you fifteen minutes ago to go find him even though she said she'd be back in five.

a tall lean figure walked past you but it wasn't his perfect physique that got your attention, it was the strong scent of weed that clung to the cotton of his hoodie. once you looked up to see the ethereal face of rintarō suna, you immediately recognized him as your roommates plug and decided to ask him if he has seen your roommate that seemed to have gone m.i.a. while looking for the person only a foot away from you.

“excuse me,” you called out much louder than how you would usually speak, but the base of the speakers drowned out your voice. although suna had heard you, he didn't look around just in case you were trying to capture someone else's attention. when you timidly tapped the back of his arm with your index finger it was unmistakable you weren’t asking for anyone else.

he slowly turned around and looked down at you with a bored expression and a red flask in his left hand, “yeah?”

“i'm y/n, and I was wondering if you have seen himari; she's my roommate,” you quickly asked as you removed your hand from his soft hoodie that hid the hard muscle underneath.

“oh uh yeah...” suna said, unsure of what else to say.

“well, she said that she was supposed to meet with you quickly but it's been over fifteen minutes now and she hasn't responded to my texts.”

quickly he understood what you were asking, “we met up like ten minutes ago but right now I think she's hooking up with my friend aran.”

instead of responding, you looked down and a small frown pulled the edge of your lips in realization that the person that asked you to come for protection had left you even though she knew this was your college first party— hell, your first real party.

before you had the chance to decide on either waiting for himari to finish or to take your chances walking alone to your dorm room, suna lightly grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the kitchen. the two of you weaved through the bustling function until you reached the front yard that was littered with cups and bottles.

“aran said that he'd meet up with me as soon as they're done so we can just chill in my car ‘til then,” suna said slightly ahead of you with your hand still placed lightly in his as the two of you continued walking.

you were completely sober, yet his skin touching yours had your head spinning and all the danger signs that would have flashed in your head seemed of cut off when you were with him. although this was the first time you've ever conversed with suna, you had a slight crush on the middle blocker that you had seen in school games a few times.

the both of you approached a black car that flashed twice indicating that suna had opened the doors. to your dismay, he let go of your hand and walked to the driver's side as you made your way to the passengers. once inside he pulled out his phone to play some rap song that you had never heard of before and pulled up the middle console to reveal a mason jar with four pre-rolled blunts inside.

“you wanna smoke, doll?” the mysterious man asked.

“i don't have any money on me,” you responded quietly, shifting your gaze to the window next to you. a muffled chuckle interrupted your mile-a-minute thoughts and turned you to see suna show more expression than you had ever seen him hold before.

“baby, you don't need to pay if i offer it to you,” he explained with a light laugh at the end of his sentence. wow, his laugh is beautiful.

“oh, well okay then,” you reply timidly as you watch him take off the lid and reach over to pull a lighter out of the glove compartment.

he takes the first few hits, quickly putting your mind at ease in case it was laced or something, and then brings the joint to you. next, you take two pulls and pass it back, the cycle continuing until the car is filled with smoke and the blunt is near its end.

the silence between you two is comforting as there was no need for awkward conversation. it was just two people in a cloudy car, vibing to one of the many chill playlists that suna had. the weed had hit you full force and you suddenly started to chuckle while thinking about how happy you were that your annoying roommate ditched you, even though in any other circumstance you would be livid.

suna was just appreciating the calm that marijuana gave him until your laughter filled the car. his eyes that naturally hung low seemed to have deepened as he slowly looked over to you and poked your cheek with his pointer finger. “watcha’ laughin’ about?”

your smile didn't leave your face as you looked over to the most beautiful person you have ever laid your eyes upon. “oh nothing,” you said slyly as your smile seemed to only intensify.

“oh really?” he asked while slowly shifting towards you

“yep, really,” you said, but this time closed your eyes with a big smile still plastered to your face.

rather than saying anything else, suna only chuckled and placed a hand on your thigh while shifting in his seat so his head leaned back on the headrest. the small action made you're heart leap and eyes open again and you found suna with a calm look on his face with his eyes closed and head tilted slightly back.

his peaceful face made you realize that he has probably taken many people to his car for a smoke and called them endearing nicknames. rather than feeling dread, something you were sure to have experienced if you were sober, you came to terms that this would be your only chance to be close like this with him again. before you could even think twice about it, you reached over the middle console to grab his cheek and quickly brought his lips to yours.

either he had experienced this situation many times before or he had expected it, because he immediately kissed you back and not a single muscle tensed at the sudden move on your part. his lips slowly moved with yours and met your tongue with his own.

soon you got frustrated because even though you were making out he wasn't doing much else. you thought that by now he would understand that you wanted him to take you on the backseat, but he kept the pace slow and his hands stayed in safe places, one holding your mid-thigh and the other on the side of your neck.

you broke your lips from his and even though that pace had been slow, he somehow still managed to take your breath away. “suna, do you not want to touch me?” you asked with insecurity leaking into your tone unknowingly.

“baby, i don't fuck people unless they’re sober,” he said with a slight smile as he looked at you. although you completely understood where this was coming from, you couldn't help the frustrated whine that left your lips.

“then why did you offer to smoke if you knew we wouldn't do it afterward?” you looked down to his lap to he was definitely hard, but his face didn't give anything away.

“well i wasn't really looking to get in your pants just yet, but no need to worry babe, we can always pick up where we leave off,” next suna placed his hand on your cheek and began softly rubbing it.

three hard knocks on the driver's side window grabbed both of your attention. there stood a tall man with beautiful deep skin and you instantly recognized him as aran from the volleyball team.

suna rolled down the window and although most of the smoke had dissipated throughout your make-out session, the final bit remaining went out and drifted into the midnight sky.

“suna please tell me you're ready to go now. i can't keep stalling her forever,” aran said as he let out an exasperated sigh.

“where is she now?” suna asked with slight frustration.

“well, she was dancing with a few of her other friends so i decided to run out and see how you're doing out here. do you need more time?”

normally you would mind your business but now you seemed to let the thoughts you hold fall from your lips. “what are you guys talking about?”

“nothing baby, don't worry about it,” suna brushed you off quickly.

“c’mon suna, i can tell that this is going well since you’ve been in here for almost half an hour,” aran pressed. “i'm pretty sure you're going to have to tell her eventually anyway.”

“okay now i’m really confused” you replied.

suna stayed silent while glaring and aran, but aran only smiled at you while slightly shaking his head. “this boy has had me distracting your roommate while he tried to sneak in some alone time with you.”

the idea of suna, the most handsome boy in all of japan, creating a plan just to talk to you made you almost want to laugh at how farfetched it was. but shortly after glancing at suna to find him holding a slight blush on his cheeks and shooting his friend a glare, you understand that this was actually the truth.

there's an awkward silence between the three of you and aran was the first to break it. “well i'm gonna dip real quick, but i’m only stalling her for five more minutes so you better wrap this up.”

he quickly turns away and walks back into the party as suna rolls the window up again refusing to make eye contact with you.

“do you like me?” you cut quickly to the chase as your excitement can barely be contained.

suna has yet to meet your eyes but when he nods his head indicating yes you smile brightly at him and quickly place your hand upon his thigh to grab his attention. “you know, you should have just said ‘hi’ to me around campus or something; i like you too.”

when he looks up he holds a sheepish smile and is still dusted pink from embarrassment. “oh shut up and hand me your phone, we don't have much time and i need your number.”

wordlessly you hand your phone over once it's unlocked and on to your contact app.

“well your friend is waiting for you, aran should have already called an uber for you guys”

“well are you going to tell me how you knew id be coming tonight for this elaborate plan to seduce me?” you asked flirtatiously and in a teasing manner.

quickly, suna cupped your jaw and squeezed your cheeks together forming an adorable pout on your face, slowly making ‘tsk’ noises while swaying your head left to right.

“it's time for you to go now, sweetheart. i’m gonna text you later so we can plan a date and maybe ill let you know then.”

your eyes quickly light up at the word ‘date’ and you lightly nod with a smile forming on your face. as soon as he lets you go you lean forward to place a final kiss upon his lips and walk out of the car.

once you finally find himari, you get her into the awaiting uber, wave goodbye to aran, and tell the driver your address. the smile you hold doesn't seem to let up for the rest of the night and once you're tucked in bed at around three in the morning your smile only intensifies at the glow of your phone that holds two new text messages.

maybe: suna- hey, this is suna

maybe: suna- i have a game tomorrow and was wondering if you'd come..?

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date: march 18th, 2021

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kpop---scenarios · 4 years ago

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Girl Of Your Dreams

Pairing: Ten x Succubus! Ayn

Genre: Yandere! AU, Succubus! AU, College! AU

Warning: SOME YANDERE TYPE CONTENT. Smut, swearing

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: i hope you enjoy! Big thanks again to @tacojisung for the plot

Ten leans over the railing as he looks out into the crowd of college kids dancing the night away. The smell of sweat and vodka fills the house as the music pumps, the bass shaking the windows. He wasn't even the biggest fan of college parties but there was something about this specific party that he just felt like he needed to come to it. There was a reason he was supposed to be there, but here he was, 3 hours in and no sign of what that reason was.

He sighs as he heads towards the staircase, finally deciding he was going to call it a night. He was over it, and not overly in the mood to party, thankfully this party was not one his frat hosted. He looks out into the crowd as he goes down the railing and that's when he sees her on the dance floor. The girl he's been dreaming about, the girl who's been making him have to change his sheets so often in the week from all the cum stains. Excitedly he turns around, yelling to his friend, Johnny who was behind him.

"It's her!" He yells, pointing out to the crowd.

"Who?" Johnny asks.

"The girl from my dreams! I fucking knew she was real." He laughs, pointing at you again, still looking at Johnny. He turns his head looking back into the crowd to where you were. Your eyes lock with his and a smirk spreads across your lips. You wink at him before you began to maneuver through the crowd. Ten quickly rushes down the stairs, trying to chase you outside but the second he gets outside you're nowhere to be found. He grabs his head in frustration, looking for you one more time before going back inside.

He knew it. He knew the girl of his dreams was real.

He had been dreaming about you for so long, he was honestly beginning to believe that the two of you were together, you must want him considering you come to him every night. You seem to love his hands, his tongue and his cock in the dreams, so why wouldn't you in real life? You were the one for him and he was going to make sure you knew it.

The next day, Ten was sitting in his psychology class, his mind on you as it always was. He pictured your body, your face, your lips, your smile, the way you touched him. He barely heard what his professor had said until the subject of dreams came up.

"When you see someone in your dream that you don't recognize, it's because you've seen that person at some point in your life. It may not have been a very significant point but it was enough for your subconscious to remember them. We'll pick up more on this and more next week, class dismissed."

After his class, Ten was walking through campus, lugging his backpack and headed back to the frat house for a much-needed nap, and a possible visit from his mystery dream girl. He began to think about his professor's words about dreams and dreaming about a stranger. It made him wonder where he first saw you? What was he doing? Why couldn't he remember? It frustrated him that he didn't have an answer to any of these questions. He just wanted to know you and be with you, why was that so much to ask for?

Ten walks into the house and spots Mark sitting on the couch, focused on his game as he closes the door behind him.

"Hey man, you wanna game?" Mark asks, sitting on the couch while playing Xbox.

Ten waved him off as he climbed the stairs, making his way to his bedroom. He slings his backpack on the floor, kicking off his shoes and hopping straight into his bed. He stretches out, getting into his comfiest position with his eyes closed, letting himself slowly drift off to sleep.

"My baby." You sing as you crawl into Ten's bed. You hover yourself over him, sitting down on his crotch, waiting for him to wake up. Slowly you rock back or forth, grinding yourself on his cock which now is beginning to get harder.

"Mmh." He groans, bucking his hips. With his eyes still closed his hands find their way to your hips, gripping tightly as he helps you rock back and forth. "You came back." He whispers.

"Of course I did." You purr, leaning forward to place a small kiss on his lips before sitting up again.

"Please." He groans, feeling the heat radiating from your pussy, he needed more.

You smirk as you move off of him, helping him slide his pants down, letting his cock spring free. You position yourself over him, sliding down onto his cock, making him moan.

"You need to be a good boy." You whine as you pick up your pace, riding him. "Don't look for me."

Ten closes his eyes, his hands back on your hips as he tries to control his orgasm. "Got it?" You groan, bouncing on his cock.

"Y-yes.. got it.." he stutters as he cums inside you, grunting as he fills you up.

In an instant, you're gone and he wakes up to a load of cum dripping down onto his sheets, again, forgetting what he had agreed to.

That night he was dragged out to a club that was known for the dancers who made appearances. You could almost always guarantee there would be at least one insane show of dancing, and Ten loved to go and watch, sometimes participate but tonight... Tonight he had a feeling that he needed to watch the dance floor and watch who was going to be on it. He felt drawn to it, and he already knew it was you who was doing it. Clearly, you were going to be there and you wanted him there. You must be playing hard to get.

"Wow," Mark exclaims, walking along on the balcony, looking down to the dance floor. "There's a lot of awesome dancers down there." He laughs, stopping with Taeyong to look at one couple in particular. Ten stops as well, his eyes narrowing in on the couple. He can see the male fairly clearly, Oh Sehun from the EXO frat, a well-known rival of NCT but he couldn't see the front of the girl, only how her hips swayed along with hair, she moved so effortlessly, he felt as though he was almost entranced by her. He watched as they moved along the floor, his feet immediately following and making their way to the stairs. His eyes never leaving them, he can feel the heart begin to race as he steps onto the floor, moving through the crowd of people, his anger level rising as Sehun finally spins her around, and it's you. He knew he was drawn to you for a reason, you're supposed to be his but here you are with another man.

Ten continues to make his way towards you, now with just a little more urgency as he prepares to get Sehun's dirty hands off your body.

"Hey." Ten yells, moving through the bodies, getting closer to you. He can see the smile fade from your face as you notice him coming closer. Sehun looks up as Ten stands in front of the two of you, breathing heavily. "What are you doing with him?" He asks, confused on why you're with someone else when you so clearly were meant for him.

"Just back off," Sehun says, pulling you away from Ten. He walks away, taking a breath and thinking of a game plan, how can he get you alone?

He wanders through the crowd, his head spinning as he searches for you again, he just wants to see you up close, talk to you and try to clear some things up, he just needed you to give him a chance. He pushes his way through the crowd, getting to a clearing near the bar and that's when he sees you and Sehun. You let go of Sehun's hand, mouthing you'll be right back as you head towards the bathrooms. A smile spreads across his lips as he makes his way to the bathrooms. It's perfect, you're alone and you can hear him out. That's all he needed. As he makes his way over there he watches Sehun turn away, talking to a group and not paying attention any longer, this honestly couldn't get more perfect. He waits for a few feet down from the girl's bathroom, the hall light flickering as his foot tips, god you're taking a long time.

Finally, the door opens and out you walk, your head is down so you don't notice Ten leaning against the wall until he steps out in front of you. You look up, looking him in the eyes, making him smile. You try to walk past but his hands grip your shoulders, gently pushing you against the wall.

"I'll scream." You threaten, making Ten scoffs.

"I'll cover your mouth." He growls. "I just wanna talk to you." He pleads. "Why are you pretending not to know me?" He asks, frustrated.

"You need to stop this. Remember what I told you.." you smirk.

"Ayn!" You both hear. Turning your head you see an angry Sehun marching your way.

"I'll see you." You whisper before ducking away from him and running towards the hot-headed Sehun to calm him down. Ten stands there watching as you caress his face in hopes of calming him down.

"Let's just go." You urge Sehun, pulling the puffed out and protective man away. Ten stands there, he's shocked that you dismissed him so easily. He watched as you dragged Sehun from the club, a man who was looking back at Ten, clearly threatened by the fact he was going to lose you.

Ten walks back towards the stairs, running into an overly happy looking Mark before he hits the staircase.

"There you are!" Mark exclaims, grabbing Ten. "Look we got a VIP booth with some fine hunnies." Mark laughs. Ten looks to the exit doors and sees you leaving and he just can't help the urge but to follow you, despite your oaf of a boyfriend.

"I gotta go.. sorry." Ten says, glancing at Mark before taking off to the doors. Luckily you and Sehun aren't too far ahead that he lost you. As he walks behind you both, he puts his hood up, not wanting to be noticed by anyone but especially not you.

He follows you for a few blocks until you enter an apartment building that unfortunately needed a code but he would find it out in time. At Least now he knew where you lived, so he headed back to the frat to grab his car and have a little stake out of his own.

A few hours later, his eyes get heavy in the front seat of his jeep. He crosses his arms and leans his head back to rest, just for a moment but instead falls asleep.

It didn't take long for you to enter his dream, unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock and straddling his lap in the front seat of his car. He was hard and inside you, the warmth of your pussy surrounding his cock.

“It feels so good.” He groans, placing his hands on your hips. You lift yourself slowly before slamming back down on him, making him cry out in pleasure.

“You like my pussy, don’t you baby?” You ask.

“Yes, fuck yes.” He moans, his toes curling as you squeeze yourself on him again "Fuck you always make me feel so good." He groans, his arms surrounding you, pulling you in close, his eyes still closed.

"It's because you're special to me." You whisper in his ear, lifting yourself before slowly pushing yourself back on his cock.

"Oh my god." He groans. "I love you. I love you so much." He groans, bucking his hips. All he wanted was to be as deep inside you as he could be. Fuck you felt amazing.

"You need to stop following me." You warn, riding him, your fingers running through his hair. "Leave me alone before I move on to someone else." You whisper, holding him close as your clit is rubbed perfectly. "I will." You pause, your orgasm flowing through your body. "Move on and leave you." You cry out, your fingers pulling his hair as you ride through your high.

"You can't". He grunts, and again, as he cums. You continue rocking yourself on him, milking him for everything he has, not wanting to waste one last drop. "Fuck." He groans. "Please don't leave me." He finishes.

"By the way, this isn't my house." You whisper and before he can reply, you're already gone.

Ten is woken up by a knock at his window, his eyes barely opening until he notices a police officer standing there, looking concerned.

"Hello, officer." Ten greets him, rolling down his window.

"You've been parked here for an awfully long time, we've gotten some complaints of a creep in your car description. You okay?" He asks.

"I'm fine, just got a little tired." Ten laughs.

"Get home and get yourself cleaned up." The officer says, looking at his pants before back at him and walking away. Ten looks down and notices the stain from his dream, spread across his pants.

He quickly starts his car, driving away from the apartment that is not yours but must belong to Sehun.

Over the next week, Ten surely had thought he was going crazy. He saw you everywhere. In the coffee shop walking to the bathroom, on the crowded sidewalk as he strolled down the street, across campus, walking in front of him but he only ever saw the back of you. You were taunting him, you must be. You hadn't visited his dreams in a week, you were appearing everywhere he went, this was you teasing him and playing hard to get but he was going to get you and make sure you could never leave him again. He knew you were ignoring him since he hadn't listened to your warnings, and frankly, he was tired of it.

The next day he headed to his psychology class, and this one he was excited about it. They were learning about Lucid Dreaming when you know you're dreaming and you can control your dream. This was a very important part of his plan of how he was going to get you and he needed to get you, his one true love.

"Lucid Dreams." Ten's professor announces. "The dreams where you know you're dreaming and you're able to in some ways, control those dreams and what happens in them."

Ten's interest peaks as he listens to his professor speak. This is it, this is how his plan starts, now he just needs a way to trap you, from his dream and into his world.

"Along with lucid dreams, there's sleep paralysis, which is said to bring a fear of yours to live in your dreams. Your fear paralyzes you, making you face it head-on." He pauses. "Wet dreams." He stops for a second as the class laughs. "Yes, yes hilarious. Wet dreams are said to be ruled by the evil, seductive temptress, the succubus. Does anyone know what a succubus is?" He asks.

No one chimes in. Ten is sure he knows but chooses to keep quiet, waiting for his professor to explain.

"A succubus comes into your dreams and pleases you, you are her main source of energy, and for women, it's the incubus that comes into their dreams. Now.." he pauses, seeing a hand raised. "Yes?"

"Would there be a way to trap a succubus?" Someone asks, piquing Ten's interest even more.

"Ah, yes. There are stories of men trying to trap the succubus and rumours of their success. They draw an arcane circle under their bed and hide it, but also lucid dreams come into play here too. You need to be able to hold on and wake yourself up." The professor says. "Anyways, it's supposedly a myth. Now we are moving on to the incubus.."

Ten packs up his belongings, leaving class early, he has too much to do and it cannot wait.

Arriving home, he storms through the door, ignoring the men sitting in the living room and heading straight up to his room. After he left campus he had stopped at a special store and gathered the rare ingredients he needed for his plan.

Ten moves his bed to the side of his room, clearing out all the shit from under it before he begins unpacking his backpack. He opens the special salt and starts making the circle, looking at the picture he has for reference.

Thirty minutes later Ten is carefully moving his bed back over the circle, his stomach doing flips of excitement. It was finally here, the day he was going to get you to be with him. He knew you would never come with him willingly so this was how it was going to need to be.

He crawls on his bed, remembering his password to wake himself up out of his lucid dream. He hoped this worked, he needed this to work, he needed you to be with him. Closing his eyes he relaxes his body allowing himself to almost fully fall asleep.

He opens his eyes, sitting up in his bed. It's quiet, almost too quiet. Dreams.. he's dreaming.

"Please." He calls out, hoping you were listening.

"What?" You ask, walking through the door.

"Come to me. Please." He says, holding out his hand. You let out a sigh as you walk towards him, sliding your hand in his.

Ten pulls you onto the bed, laying back down as you straddle him.

"I've missed you." He whispers, bucking his hips. "Fuck I've missed you." He groans, pulling you down, reaching his lips for yours.

You don't say anything, instead kiss him back. Your hands run through his hair as his arms wrap around your waist.

Your lips still attached, he sits up, effortlessly flipping you both over to you laying on your back. "I wanna try something." He whispers, grabbing a pair of handcuffs. He takes your left wrist and handcuffs you to his headboard.

"Baby." You laugh nervously. "What's happening?"

"What's happening is you've ignored me for a week! A week! And teased me like I'm just some replaceable nothing to you. But I'm not. I'm the one you're meant to be with, don't you see!?" He yells.

You try to free yourself from the handcuff but you can't.

"Ten.. please. Just let me go." You beg.

"Now I'm going to take you with me, and we can be together forever." He smiles, his eyes are wide and terrifying.

"No... you can't... Ten." You cry.

"Forever." He yells.

Ten wakes up on his floor, breathing heavily. He looks around his room, he's back. He looks to his bed and smiles. There you are, crying and handcuffed to his bed. He crawls up to you, taking you in his arms.

"Welcome home."

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maxburnett · 3 years ago

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Okay babes so uh which fic would y'all like next?

Tagging:

@buppybucky @buckyswillow @honeyloverogers @fuckandfluff @bitchassbucky @fairyevans @stcrrynightsinneverlcnd @balenciagabucky @buckycuddlebuddy @babyboibucky @bibbidibobbidibucky @mickey-henry @buckyblues @bloomingbucky @fluffycutecevans @buckyhoney @midnightf @buckys-blue-eyes @holdontorogers @lokiscollar @faeryloki @bucksfucks and anyone else that would like to chime in ♥ thank you so much love you guys *muah*

1: Angst AU, Reader, Mickey Henry:

Mickey has been struggling with drug use and drinking for years. What happens when he falls deeply in love with his sponsor, someone who says love isn't real?

2: SoulMate AU Series/One-Shot Reader, The Winter Soldier, Civil War Bucky, and Civil War Steve

The reader is an ex-super soldier and telepathic who was kept by hydra for years to help brainwash other super soldiers. They gave her another serum (kinda like sex pollen?) to try to get her to mate with The Winter Soldier, but it awakens something inside her that has been hidden since she was first taken as a child by Russian Scientists who wanted to study her brain. A melody playing in her head beautifully whenever she is around the feared assassin in front of her. What she doesn't know is that he hears the same song, and if either of you is ever in pain the saddest version of the song will play with what sounds like screams weaved into the melody. The sex between the two of them isn't what the trainers expected and they feel like their plans on mating two super soldiers to see if a baby with the serum could be born has failed. However, the reader can somehow tell she is pregnant (through telepathic thoughts?) and she confides in The Winter Soldier as they're in bed and he helps her escape. She escapes and gives birth to a baby whom she gives to a family that took care of her. She carries around a picture of the baby, but she has no memory of how the baby was made or who the father is.

Fast forward and she is now working as an assassin, during her latest mission she is trapped under rubbage from a building that a bomb had blown up in and she's certain she's going to die until she hears a voice calling "over here" and a blonde-haired blue-eyed man is pulling her to safety. Steve Rogers had saved her after he felt some unknown force pulling him to the area where she was and she quickly finds out that soulmates can definitely come in twos.

3: College Roommates AU Reader, Bucky, Steve:

To save on money during College you decide to room with your childhood friends, Bucky and Steve. You've been enduring flirting with them for years, but you're oblivious to their feelings; until one night you come home early from a night you were supposed to be getting some action and the boys are more than willing to help.

4: Angst Fic Reader, TFATWS Bucky:

Reader and Bucky are both trying to adjust post blip. Reader lost her boyfriend pre-blip and had a miscarriage due to the blip, Bucky of course lost Steve and is trying to get used to his therapy sessions. What he doesn't know is that it's the reader that is his saving grace.

5: Kindergarten/Pre-School Teacher Bucky, Reader:

Bucky is either a Pre-School or a Kindergarten teacher and his favorite student who likes to question him all the time about his arm, mom's late so he sits with them until she gets there. She's a nurse and the kid wants to try to play matchmaker.

6: Underground Super Soldier Fight Club AU: Reader, Bucky, (Either a dark Steve), or John Walker:

Bucky runs an underground fight club and the reader is a super-soldier who wants to fight. He doesn't think she has what it takes until she shows him that she can even stand her own against him. After their fights, they're always fucking. Then enter the protagonist (Dark!Steve or John Walker) who is an asshole and wants to take on the reader. Protective!Bucky.

7: True Blood CrossOver, Reader x Bucky Barnes:

Bucky is a vampire and he is in love with the reader.

8: Prison Fic: Reader, PrisonBucky, Andy Barber:

Bucky is locked up and awaiting his final trial (for what? I haven't figured out yet. Give me ideas lol) He asked his long-time friend and his lawyer, Andy Barber to watch over his girl and to take care of her. Of course, they begin fucking and the reader thinks that Bucky's going to be pissed and then he just says "did he make you feel good doll? has he been taking care of you?" After all he asked him to take care of her after all. When Bucky's trial is going on, Andy brings the reader to a hotel room where he has Bucky (with the consent of the police) and the three of them sleep together.

9: FBI Agents Fic Chris (Destroyer), Reader:

Chris and the reader are partners who have been sexually pining for the other for years. Finally, on a long and boring stakeout mission, mutual feelings and confessions make for some steamy windows.

10: Coffee Shop AU, Reader, BikerBucky:

Where big BeefyBikerBucky falls for the quiet beautiful woman who runs the coffee shop where he likes to order his coffee from, he's not a big coffee drinker and really only comes in to see her.

11: College AU, Featuring CamBoy Bucky as the sexy librarian who you're always staring at:

Bucky in a tight suit and glasses, licking his lips as he looks over at you reading a book about poetry either of you know that you've been getting off to each other for months.

12: College AU, Tutoring Frat Boys Bucky, and Steve:

Tutoring the two best friends and extremely good-looking frat boys has many cons, but man is the pros worth it.

13: Regular Customer AU, Reader, Steve:

Steve orders his order but the cute reader waitress knows it by heart. When she goes to his table to collect his plates, he left his number on a napkin along with a huge tip.

14: Reader, Nomad Steve Angst Fic:

You're Bucky's ex and Steve's there for you to help you pick up the broken pieces following the blip.

15: Vacation AU, Mickey Henry, Reader:

You spend a couple of weeks in California and you and the hot DJ you meet playing at a show on the beach make the best of your time together.

16: Bartender AU, Frank (Ending Beginnings), Reader:

You're at a bar trying to drink away the fact that you just got cheated on and the bartender lets you stay after closing to let you rant to him about your shitty boyfriend.

17: HurtComfort, Chris (Destroyer), Reader:

Chris is hurt during a drug bust and you want to play his sexy nurse

18: Dad's Best Friend or Mom's Best Friend AU, Bucky, Reader:

Bucky agrees to drive you across the country so you can see a concert for your 21st birthday. What your mom or dad doesn't know that he's the friend that you're "going to meet" there. You admitted to him that you're tired of running around, even though something tells you that your mom or dad wouldn't even care if you were to choose to date him openly.

#nic's wips

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itsmelaurel · 4 years ago

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Begin Again

Summary: When your best friends move away for college, you think life is officially over. However, you find yourself making new friends including the blonde surfer from the other side of the island.

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two.

The last three weeks of summer went by way too fast and it was finally your last first day of high school. You were currently out on the front steps of your home with a sign that said Senior. It was a tradition your mom went all out for every single school year.

“Looking like a snack before 8 am should be illegal.” Sarah shouted from behind your mom which caused you to roll your eyes.

“Oh, perfect shot. Probably going to use that for the Christmas card.” Your dad clapped sarcastically at your attitude being caught on camera.

“Alright, now all the kids on the steps.” Your mom directed. You and Sarah sat down first. Wheezie sat next to you and Katie, Kelce’s sister, sat on the other side of Sarah. Knowing it was only four of you this year had your heart sinking a little. These steps typically held seven Kildare Prep students. Now it was down to four and next year there would only be two left.

“I’ve got to send this to the boys. I tried to get them to take pictures on their first day of classes, but I was told they were too grown for that.” Kelce’s mom said while huddling next to Rose.

You had been successful in keeping busy these past few weeks in order to keep your mind off your best friend's physical absence in your life. All of you still texted every day in the group chat, but the promised daily FaceTime calls were slowly fading.

While you were busy with cheerleading and hanging out with the pogues, the boys had joined a frat and started classes two weeks ago. On top of that, they started partying several nights during the week and getting blackout on the weekends.

They still had no idea you were hanging out with the pogues. When they asked what you were up to, you would always tell them just hanging out with friends. Surprisingly, they never asked who. Just assuming you would never willingly hang out with the pogues.

You weren’t technically lying to them, but you constantly felt guilty about it. Then Sarah would remind you that they were living their best life at college, so why couldn’t you?

“Okay my sweet little babes, it’s time to head to school.” Your mom finally stops the photo shoot and pulls you from your thoughts. Her and your dad kiss your cheek goodbye, both of them tearing up when you get in your Jeep. They were so dramatic and you freaking loved them for it.

“I’ll see you at school after I drop these two off. Wait for me?” Sarah asked while leaning in your window. You promised to wait for her before leaving the driveway.

Arriving at school early was new for you. Last year you, Sarah and Kelce typically rode together in the mornings when Rafe had football and Topper had lacrosse. Kelce and Sarah were never on time which resulted in you running to first period with minutes to spare.

The song changed in the car, a soft country melody flowing through the speakers. The only person who listens to country is Topper and you roll your eyes at the fact he snuck this onto your playlist. Thinking of him made you realize that they really won’t be walking the halls with you today. It made your throat tighten with emotion at how different this year is going to be. The anxiety that you’ve done such a good job of hiding these past few years comes bubbling up unexpectedly.

Before you can stop yourself, you dial his number hoping it will calm your nerves. It rings a fourth, fifth and sixth time before it goes to voicemail and you hang up before you even hear the greeting. A dark, little voice in the back of your head says that he’s in college now and wouldn’t want to be bothered before 8 am about you're pathetic feelings.

The phone ringing through the speaker startles you and you immediately answer it without looking at the caller id thinking it’s Topper.

“Morning sunshine” JJs sleepy voice rasps through the car speakers.

“Morning punkin” a smile graces your face at the sickly sweet nicknames. It’s become a little joke between the two of you, mostly making fun of John B and Sarah’s overly sappy relationship.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his voice sounding more alert than just a few seconds ago.

“Nothing, why?” your teeth capture your bottom lip and bite down.

“Somethings up”

“Nothings up-”

“Nu uh, don’t do that. Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?” He prods hoping you let him in.

“I’m just really nervous about the first day, that’s all.”

“You’re going to have a great day, y/n. And if you don’t there’s nothing ice cream can’t fix.” His words are simple, but it causes you to giggle and your anxiety to melt away.

“How’d you know something was wrong?” You question.

While hanging out with the pogues these last few weeks, you and the blonde surfer had gotten close. When the couples would break off from the group, the two of you would hang out alone.

“I could just sense it and your voice cracked a little when you answered.” You imagine him giving you a shrug as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. But it was.

“Thank you, J.”

“Anytime buttercup. Do you have cheer practice today?” Now he’s the one who sounds nervous.

“I don’t. Why?”

“I don’t have work today either. Do you wanna hang out?” He all but rushes out the last sentence.

“Yeah, i'd like that.” You work out the details and he promises to bring ice cream just in case.

“Hey, you gonna sit out here all day?” Sarah knocks on your window causing you to jump. She gives you a weird look, but doesn’t question it. You climb out of the car and grab your backpack.

“How do I look?” You ask your tall blonde best friend as you head inside, motioning to your makeup and hair.

“I can’t believe you would wear that.” Her eyes scan your body and she grimaces playfully.

“We are wearing the exact same thing.”

“Shit, do you think they will notice?” She looks around at the sea of bodies all wearing a similar version of our private school uniforms.

“You’re so stupid.”

“But you love it.” She sticks her tongue out and you playfully return the gesture, all anxiety from this morning completely gone as you enter first period.

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When you get home from school, a beautiful floral arrangement of your favorite flowers are sitting on the kitchen counter. A card is folded neatly next to them.

We hope you had a great first day. Wish you were here with us already.

xoxo,

Rafe, Kelce & Topper

Your hand dances over the petals softly as you lean in to smell them. The flowers are beautiful and you snap a picture to send the boys.

Y/n: thank you for the beautiful flowers. kildare prep wasn’t the same without y’all today.

Not even a few seconds after you hit send, your phone is lighting up with a FaceTime call from Rafe.

“There’s my little senior.” His voice is teasing as he comes into view. He looks the same as the last time you physically saw him. Hair gelled back and blue eyes bright as the sky.

“Thank you for the flowers.” You know it was him who specifically ordered them from the cheesy xoxo. It was something he started using after he watched a couple of episodes of Gossip Girl with you.

“I’m glad you like them. How was your first day?” He questions and you give him a quick rundown, laughing when you tell him about Sarah falling asleep in 2nd period with drool coming out of her mouth.

“Did you miss me?” He asks playfully, but there's a twinge of something else there too.

“Of course I did, Rafe.” You tilt your head as you watch him lay back on his bed.

“I miss you so much.” He admits softly and it catches you off guard. Rafe isn’t one to share his feelings or be vulnerable in any way.

“I miss-” you begin to tell him how much you miss him, possibly even admit how your heart aches when you think of all of them, but you're cut off quickly by someone busting through his bedroom door.

“Cameron! Are you ready to get lit?” His new roommate Parker comes into view when Rafe sits up in bed.

“Dude, I’m on the phone.” Rafe gestures to the obvious FaceTime call.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” Parker leans down and waves at you. “Hey y/n! How was the first day of kindergarten?” He laughs obnoxiously at his own joke and you wrinkle your nose in return. Parker wasn’t the worst person they could be roommates with, but he was pretty annoying most of the time. He lived for the frat life and everything college stood for. If you weren’t in college, he only referred to you as a child.

“Knock it off.” Rafe gives him a look, but Parker just flips him off.

“It’s okay Rafe, I have to go anyway.” You glance at the clock knowing JJ would be there any minute.

“No, don’t go. I’ll go down the hall.” Rafe says in a panic clearly not ready for your call to be over.

“I really do have to go, maybe we can talk another night this week?”

“Why can’t we talk later tonight before bed?” He questions.

“Because apparently you are about to get lit.” You let an impassive mask slip over your face.

“Oh, right.” He says as if he forgot he already has plans. “I could cancel and we could have a FaceTime movie night?”

“Dude, you aren’t cancelling. The four of us have had this planned since Sunday.” Parker chimes in with a look of mock disgust at his roommate. Thankfully the doorbell rings providing you with the perfect excuse to get off the phone.

“Rafe, I have to go. Text me later.” You blow him a kiss and hang up before he can say anything else.

However, your dad beats you to the door and let’s JJ in while you're still in the kitchen.

“My man. I didn’t know you were coming over today.” You hear your dad's voice followed by JJ saying something you can’t quite hear. They share one of those bro hugs making your eyes roll.

JJ and the rest of the pogues have been over to your house a lot the past three weeks. While your parents loved each of your new friends, they were especially fond of the blue eyed boy that would come over by himself sometimes.

“I promised the princess some ice cream.” He winked at you when he walked into the kitchen.

“Why does that not surprise me?” Your dad smirked with a shake of his head. “Wanna stay for dinner? We’re having steaks.”

“Uh, if that’s okay?” JJs eyes look to you to make sure you are okay with this and you nod.

“Perfect, I’m going to get the grill ready.” Your dad walks out leaving the two of you standing alone in the kitchen. JJs eyes roam over your body and he lets out a low whistle.

“Wow, this uniform is something else.” His words cause you to blush.

“I know you're jealous that you don’t get to wear it every day.”

“Caught me.” He laughs and you join him. Your phone starts ringing and you check to see who it is.

Rafe

You let it ring out only for it to start ringing again with Kelce’s name.

“The powerpuff girls seem eager to talk today.” JJ comments as he takes in the flowers and your phone ringing off the hook.

“Hey, don’t call them that.” You squint your eyes at the nickname.

JJ scoffs “Like they don’t call me worse names when you tell them we’re hanging out. Do you correct them?” He questions as he steps closer to you. You bite your lip and watch as his eyes darken.

“You do correct them, right?” He asks again when you hesitate to answer.

“Well, they would have to know we hang out in order for me to do that.” You admit sheepishly.

“We’ve been hanging out for three weeks. How do they not know?” His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. You can see his train of thought even though he hasn’t said it out loud.

Surely she’s told them about me.

“When I tell them I’m hanging out with friends they don’t ask who. They just assume it’s not the pogues and I don’t correct them.” You watch as he deflates a little at your words.

“That- Uh, I-” He stumbles over his words, hurt dancing across his eyes.

“I’m going to tell them. I was trying to avoid all the kook versus pogue bullshit they are going to spout off.” and you're not sure why you do it but you let your hand slip into his, offering a gentle squeeze hoping it comforts him.

His eyes look down to your hands, his signature smirk back on his face and all the tension in the air slowly disappears with it.

“If you wanted me to be your little secret all you had to do was ask.” His cockiness is back in full swing and you let go of his hand to shove him playfully.

“So, what type of ice cream did you bring?” You ask effectively changing the subject.

The both of you head up to your room to watch Ozark. He asked if you wanted to watch it the last time he was here. You’d never seen it before so it wasn’t a problem to put it on. A little more gore than what you were used to watching, but it was a pretty good show overall.

Next thing you know, you hear your mom hollering that dinner is ready. Your eyes flutter as they try to adjust to the setting sun shining through your window. A hand lightly caresses your arm and you snuggle a little deeper into the bed.

Your eyes pop open when you realize you're actually cuddled into someone and not the bed. The thought causes you to jerk straight up and look over at the boy laying in your bed. His blue eyes are staring back sleepily and a soft smile graces his face.

“I- I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry.” You rush out feeling that predictable blush rising on your cheeks. He reaches over and grabs your hand. His fingers linking with yours much like earlier.

“I didn’t mind it.” He admits honestly.

“Me either.” Your words are barely a whisper but he hears you. Sitting up, his eyes flick down to look at your lips then back up to you making his intentions clear. You nod, giving full permission for him to lean in. His breath hovers over your lips as he gets closer, causing your eyes to flutter shut.

“Y/n! JJ! Let’s go!” It’s your dad's voice that bellows from downstairs this time and both of you jump apart feeling like you’ve been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.

He stares at you for a moment longer before getting up “Come on, I don’t want to upset your parents.”

You follow closely behind him heading downstairs, head still spinning over what almost just happened.

Never in a million years did you think you and JJ Maybank would be cuddled up napping together or about to share a kiss. It was a lot for you to grasp. So, you push all thoughts of what just happened out of your mind for later and try to play it cool in front of your parents.

Too bad your mom sees right through it.

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hollyhomburg · 4 years ago

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I'm fairly confused about this entire situation, honestly. I saw the original girl comment about whether or not she was entirely sure to feel comfortable on a page meant to do that exact thing. In my opinion (which is fairly confused atm), you were both in the wrong. Of course, you don't have to answer anything about your gender or whether or not you have certain body parts, I can definitely understand that! But the extra meanness was a bit uncalled for. They just didn't want to feel unsafe :/

Also, everyone deals with pain differently. Whether or not if it's something that seems a bit pushy or not. I feel for both sides of this weird miscommunication, I really do. I guess that's just my inner-understanding lol. So yeah, I feel for you! I know what it feels like to go through things that annoy you and cause disruption amongst your inner self, but my heart also goes out to the girl that was painted as a transphobe when all she wanted to do was feel was safe.

P.S, this was absolutely not coming from a place of anger! It is your choice whether to insult me or realize that people have different opinions; I will understand if either one is chosen! I wish you well, and if the girl is also reading this, I wish you well too and I really do hope that you get closure and understanding because I've also gone through something similar to what you have. It's so painful, but stay strong and you'll be able to say that you came out of it alive :)

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First off, I want you to know that the anger in the response is not directed at you the asker of this question. but at the person from last night. second, I’m probably not going to respond to any more asks on this topic, because I'm tired.

okay so let me put it this way for you. you would not under any circumstances pull down Anyone's pants to check their genitals in public. right? or demand that they pull down their pants for you and expose themselves in a public way just so that you can make sure they don’t have a penis.

The fact of the matter is that someone else's genitals are none of yours nor anyone else's business. And asking about this is not only violating and transphobic but also inappropriate. (I shouldn’t have to clarify that this is transphobic at this point. before you want to argue that- do your research, google is free).

what you seem to misunderstand is that transphobia is an act of aggression. to be transphobic is to cause trauma, to trigger, to be violent. this person asking me about my genitals was an act of violence. and I responded like it was one- with meanness that was called for because I felt hurt. because what they said was hurtful.

as someone who has never felt safe in my entire life, both because of abuse, rape, and my identity- that doesn't give me a right to threaten someone elces safety because my safety demands it. each and all traumas are valid, and just because they wanted to feel safe on my page doesn't give them a right to take away my safety. especially because this is my page and my safe space that I have created with hours of uncompensated work. So no- they don't have a right to take away my safety and security for their own.

asking on anon is also a little sus, they didn’t reach out through dm- which is how all things of a personal nature should be. they knew there was a possibility I would take it wrong and didn’t want to be blocked from my page. they feel entitled to my work and entitled to my body in the same way. i wont apologize for trying to preserve this page, and I won’t apologize for acting for matching their level of meanness.

when you have trauma there are so many things that are triggering for other people that aren’t triggering for you. The real world doesn't come with specific trigger warnings and you have to eventually come to that conclusion with trauma, you will be triggered for no reason at one point, and its a sad fact but it will happen.

for example- one of my triggers is piano music. to this day I can’t watch my favorite idol play piano because it is too much of a trigger to me.

But I would NEVER insinuate that min yoongi needed to stop playing piano music just because at one point in my life my stalker would blast piano music outside my bedroom window at 3 am to keep me from sleeping for weeks at a time. or because I was constantly sleep deprived growing up because he wouldn’t let me sleep- my triggers and my reality are irrelevant to min yoongi enjoying the thing he enjoys, just like that person’s trauma is irrelevant to my own. It would be mean and uncalled for me to demand he stops doing something he loves just because it's a trigger for me. People will exist outside of your trauma and that's okay.

(tw; rape) I’ve been rapped by three men in my life. One was a frat boy in college who I woke up to telling me my hole was bleeding and wanted me to leave because I was getting it all over his sheets. another was a old man, it happened when I was so little that I barely remember it and honestly, all I remember is how much it hurt and how dirty his hands were, he had a lot of dirt under his nails and I remember thinking ‘i don't think that should go inside me’ as a fucking 5-year-old

And the third, was three years ago when an American gi rapped me in hongdae, South Korea, I met him at a bar called mikes cabin. I wasn’t a perfect victim, i’d just had a fight with my soulmate and I went out looking for trouble and I found it. but after I changed my mind he didn’t care, he shoved his dick in my ass without my consent. I bled all over his sheets too. choked on the blood coming out my nose after he slapped me. i remember he shoved his phone in my face to take pictures. somewhere out there there are pictures of me getting raped and I don’t even know where they are or how many people have seen them.

I don't even know his name only that he had a rose tattoo over his heart. my deadnames middle name is rose. My mom calls me ‘rosebud’ or ‘rosie’ more than my dead name. is it a trigger for me? yes. it is. of course, it is. how could it not be?

I’ve been raped. i know what they’ve gone through, I know where their pain comes from but my pain is valid too. my genitals could be a trigger to that anon, but defining them in a binary of woman and man is a trigger for me. I am a person and they are a person and both of our triggers are equally valid. but this is my place. this is my expression.

so why did I act meanly? first off. they violated me by asking me invasive questions and demanded a response. and then secondly; when I asked them not to and told them no- they invalidated my consent and my trauma. then thirdly- they misgendered me- fully committing to being a transphobe. that's why I was mean- because they were mean first.

this is the only time I’ll explain why I was justified. I hope they get closure too- but their closure isn’t going to come from violence against me or any other trans person. one day that person is probably going to meet a trans woman, and I hope they know better than to call them a boy just because they have a penis. trans people aren’t your punching bags for your trauma.

trauma doesn't give you the excuse to be a transphobe, no matter what happened to you. you have to learn to treat others with dignity and respect no matter their gender identity or how they trigger you. Because people can’t control what parts of themselves are triggering to you.

This is the last I’ll talk about this. I'm gonna delete all the other asks asking me about this. I’m not going to talk about it anymore. if you can’t understand why what they did was bad, get off my page. I don’t want you here.

#i put it under a readmore because it's long and triggering #Anonymous

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writingsbychlo · 5 years ago

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neighbours | stiles stilinski

word count; 10,279

summary; stiles is the president of a frat. you live nextdoor to their new frathouse, sparks are bound to fly at some point.

notes; this fic officially brought me out of my hiatus. I wrote the whole thing in one night, no idea where the inspiration came from, but here it is.

warnings; smut.

“Well, hi there, little lady! Hi there!” You grinned, shaking the finger the baby was gripping tightly, her giggles echoing through the room. The floorboards above you squeaked, and a cringe took over your features. Picking the girl up and out of her bouncer, you balanced her on your hip, stepping out into the garden and pointing at objects around you, bouncing her gently as you went.

You admired the area your sister had moved into, the atmosphere was quiet, the man across the road mowing his lawn slowly, and a smirk took over your features. It was all she’d ever wanted, a little house with a picket fence in a good neighbourhood, a husband and a baby. Sure, you wanted that too, but not yet. A moving truck made its way along the road, pulling up to the house next door, and your eyebrows raised.

They quickly furrowed, however, as a younger man hopped out, followed by another, and another. Soon enough, three cars had pulled up, what seemed to be other college students piling out, the back of the truck opening to reveal more. Passing letters out of the back, it all weaved together suddenly, and you sighed, shaking your head.

Taking the steps upstairs quickly, you shuffled the baby from one hip to another, trying to ignore the varied moaning sounds and panting from behind the door, your fist slamming down on the wood. Muffled conversation was exchanged, before your sister answered the door, wrapped in her sheet and peeking around the door. “What’s up?” She was out of breath, hair mussed, and you snorted, shaking your head.

“Have you met your neighbours?” You offered, quirking an eyebrow, and her own cinched in.

“We don’t have any, the house is vacant.” She offered, and you hummed, shaking your head.

“Not anymore. Go look.” Turning to look over her shoulder, she shuffled through the room, trying not to trip over the edges of her sheet and you actively avoided looking at her husband, who was sitting up from lying down on the floor at the side of the bed, shuffling to put his clothes on out of sight.

“Is that a fucking fraternity?” She yelled, and you placed the baby girl’s head to your chest, covering her ears as she cooed.

“What?!” He yelled, shooting up from the floor and trying to pull his top over his head as he dashed to the window, the pair of them looking out and muttering angrily.

“You know, maybe they’re not as bad as you think they are. Why don’t you just go over, introduce yourselves and ask them to keep it down?” You suggested, and they both turned to look at you, before each other, shrugging with a hum. Taking your leave, you headed towards the baby room, deciding to change her from her onesie. Placing her on the changing bed, you shook her little feet in your fingers, her cooing turning into full blown peals of tiny laughter, her chest shaking.

Undoing the buttons, your slipped her limbs from the outfit, tossing into the hamper before sliding up the railings on either side to secure her in. Turning, you dug through the box of special outfits the couple a few doors down had purchased. Choosing a little grey dress, you picked up a pair of white socks and little trainers, before turning back to the bundle of joy. Her hands were gripping the plastic bars tightly, having rolled to the side, brown eyes fixed on your own, sparkling as she watched you move.

Shuffling her to sit up, you tugged the fabric down over her shoulder softly, navigating her little fists under the straps and adjusting it over her, before letting her roll onto her back once again, her feet clutched in her own little hands. Placing the socks and shoes on her feet, you lifted her up again, stepping into the corridors.

Her mother came dashing towards her, taking her in her arms and admiring her child, before setting off down the stairs, placing her in her stroller and strapping her in, before sorting themselves out. You heard the door slam, and peeking out of the window, you saw your sister and her husband head off across the garden, following the path around and up the garden of your new neighbours.

Stepping out onto the porch, you watched them head up the path, the kids turning to watch the older couple, slightly puzzled, and you shook your head as they all but swaggered up the pathway to the house. Two men stepped out onto the porch, another two behind them, and a strawberry blonde pushed forwards, a tall girl with a blonde bob on the other side.

The two men, who seemed to be in charge, were already talking to your sister, and your eyes scanned over them. One was tall and pale, clearly built well but it was hidden beneath a flannel shirt, rolled up his forearms to his elbows, legs clad in skinny jeans. The other, was tanned, arms on show with a collection of plain black bands tattooed on his bicep, shorts adorning his legs.

They reach out, stepping down the steps and smiling widely, before leaning over the pram to fuss over your niece. The strawberry blonde did the same, her fingers reaching out to tickle her tummy, and when she stood up she flicked her hair over her shoulder, her eyes connecting with yours and she smiled brightly.

Brushing herself off, she made a beeline across the garden towards you, her absence going unnoticed by her friends as she approached, her smile becoming a grin as she showed off her teeth, hand raising in a wave. “Now I know you can’t be a daughter, because they’re definitely not old enough to have you, so.. a sister?” She smiled, reaching the edge of the porch and standing below it.

Resting your forearms on the wooden bannister, you leaned forwards, a laugh tumbling from your lips. “(Y/N), sister of momma bear over there.” You held your hand out and she reached up to shake it. You invited her around, and she followed the grass verge, her heels clicking as she headed up the steps, arriving at your side, her hand held out.

“Lydia, sister of the fraternity over there.” She copied, a little chuckle leaving both of you. She turned to her friends, who will still all chatting, your niece now in the arms of the tanned boy. “That’s Scott, the one holding that adorable little lady.” She grinned, and you nodded, remembering the name. “He’s the co-president. That behind him is Theo, and the shorter one is Liam, he’s only a freshman, but he was kinda taken under everyone’s wing the moment he pledged, so..”

“He’s a little sweetie, look at him watching.. Scott, was it? Look at him watching Scott with the baby, bless.” You awed, clutching a hand to your heart. “The girl is Malia, she’s dating Scott, has been for some time now. And that last one is the other co-president, Stiles.”

“What the hell is a Stiles?” You laughed, and she turned to you, practically beaming.

“I said that exact same thing when I first met him!” Her words only brought you both more laughter, and you shook your head, looking back up to the group. Your sister and brother-in-law were on their way back over, and you bid your farewell to Lydia, as you stepped inside and she dashed back across the grass to her friends, who had finally noticed her missing presence.

Your phone chimed in your pocket, and you glanced down, the notifications continued, the group chat blowing up and you swiped open and onto it. The girls were all chatting about meeting up at a bar, before everyone went away for the summer, and you shook your head. Suggestions were being thrown about, and you glanced up at the time, a good five hours showing on the clock until they wanted to leave.

“They were so great!”

“So great! And I think we played it off cool. We were cool. We’re still cool.” Your sister agreed with her husband, her toe catching on the door stop as she tripped slightly, through the door, the pram jolting and the baby squealing in delight. You raised an eyebrow at her, and she huffed.

“You’re so cool, sis, so cool.” Your words were meant to mock, but she just grinned, thanking you before turning to her husband and her baby. “You guys don’t need me tonight, right? I know I’m staying with you to help with the little one, but you’re good tonight, yeah?” They both hummed in acknowledgement of your statement, chatting between themselves about whether they would watch ‘Game Of Thrones’ or ‘Stranger Things’.

Your sister glanced over her shoulder at you, a smile gracing her lips. “Are you going out?” you just nodded, taking off up the stairs quickly, giving the little family their space and you made your way to the bathroom.

The floors beneath your feet were practically trembling, and your eyebrows shot up, you were tempted to roll your eyes as your hand shook, the pencil smudging across your eye in an uneven line across the lid. Giving up on liner, you decided to wipe it clean, resetting the canvas before picking the palette back up.

Dabbing the brush across the gold, you smeared the powder across your eyelid, blending it out to the side before following it up with a pale brown to around it off. Placing the items back in your makeup bag, you sighed loudly as another shake took through the floors as the bass hit particularly deep. Your sister was going crazy downstairs, and you were honestly surprised the joint racket hadn’t woken the sleepy baby who’d been put down a few hours before.

Standing, you stretched out the aches in your muscles, shaking yourself off and admiring the handiwork you’d done in the mirror. You’d googled the bar online, a dress code for the place, and the pictures were enough to tell you what to wear. Your curls hung perfectly on your head, having been sprayed just enough to hold and bounce, but not enough to fall out. Your lipstick was a dark red, complementing the red dress clung to your figure in all the right places, black heels placed at the foot of your bed, a black denim jacket laying on the covers.

Giving yourself one last look over, you nodded, happy, and grabbed the light jacket, pulling it up over your shoulders, untucking your hair from beneath the collar and grabbing your heels, letting them dangle by the straps from your fingers as you unplugged your phone from its charger.

Peeking through the door to the baby room, she was still sleeping soundly, baby monitor muted on her end, and you clicked the door shut softly, padding down the stairs towards the couple who were bickering uselessly about the neighbours. They turned to look at you as you entered, the woman lighting up as you entered.

“God, I wish I could still look that sexy!” She mumbled, her husband wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a kiss to your cheek.

“I think you’re sexy!” He protested, and both of you laughed as she turned in his arms.

“You’re only saying that because my boobs are still all swollen from breastfeeding.” The words were grumbled out, but she leaned up, kissing him softly. The glasses in the cabinets rattled slightly as the song changed and your sister broke away, storming across the room and peeking out of her curtains. “That’s it! I’m going over there! I can’t take this!”

“Maybe you should calm down a little bit, before doing that!” I suggested, and she turned her glare from the house to me, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from smiling in the face of her rath.

“They said to go to them if it got too loud but that they would try and be quiet, this isn’t quiet!” She yelled, amping down her own volume as sound spiked on the baby monitor strapped to her waist, but the infant merely rolled over in her sleep, never waking.

“Well, have you been over to ask them to quiet down?”

“I.. I haven’t. We haven’t, but we should.” She agreed, nodding to herself and busying herself, grabbing her shoes and motioning for her husband to follow, throwing one of his sneakers at him from the hall. Pulling on the pumps, you laughed at the pair of them, who grabbed their jackets and opened the door. “We will be back in a minute. With silence!” With that, the front door slammed shut, and you rolled your eyes affectionately, hopping up onto the stool closest to the window and leaning down to pull on your heels.

Your could see your sister knocking on the door, and to your surprise, despite the noise, someone actually answered, though you couldn’t see who. Lacing up the ribbons at your ankles, you secured the heels to your feet and hopped down, a good few inches taller, making you feel powerful, and you gave a few test steps, the click on the kitchen tile floor making you feel even better.

Glancing up, the two were heading back down the path of next doors garden, giving each other a high five as the music lessened considerably, an acceptable level of quiet falling through the air. They turned around, however, as the door reopened, and they headed back up towards the house, going up the steps of the porch.

“No, no, no! Where are you going? Come back!” You muttered, tapping on the window, futile attempts failing. “Dammit, don’t you dare go in that house. Do not go- and they’ve gone in.” You whispered, breath fogging up the glass as you stepped back. Leaving your bag on the side, made your way over to the cabinets, finding a bottle of tequila you’d gifted your sister as a reward for getting through child birth, promising the two of you would share it when she was no longer breastfeeding.

Unscrewing the cap, you uttered an apology and a promise to buy a new one, before taking a deep swig. The alcohol burned through you, a warm feeling settling across your body as a groan tore from your lips. Thinking back, it had been a long time since you had drank, either. Since months before your sister had even given birth, as you’d been at her beck and call, and then caring for the baby.

“When did I become a fuckin’ mom?” You giggled to yourself, glancing up at the kitchen wall clock, before raising it to you lips once again, deciding to wait it out, a decision that was rapidly becoming regrettable.

You were a good quarter of the way through the tequila now, and half an hour had passed. You needed your night out. It didn’t matter if there was booze in your boobs, you were a college student and you were not the once breastfeeding, you should be the one out drinking.

Taking a final gulp, you placed the bottle back in the high cupboards and grabbed your phone, tucking it into your pocket. With that liquid courage, you headed out of the door, cutting across the grass and up the steps of the neighbours porch. Knocking on the door, you stepped back, flicking your hair over your shoulder as the door opened, light and noise flooding out into the dark and quiet street.

“Shit, you’re hot.” The drunken boy mumbled, cheeks heating up as you raised an eyebrow at him. “Sorry, I.. I absolutely should not have said that, I don’t even know you.” He grinned, a beam pulling at your own lips. He was attractive, you’d give him that. The black skinny jeans hugged his ass perfectly, and the tight red t-shirt he wore accented his eyes and hair perfectly.

He let go of the door, his other hand coming into view as he leaned against the door post, and your eyebrows raised as you looked at the bottle in his hand, a light chuckle leaving your lips.

He raised the bottle, brown eyes widening. “What, you don’t approve of?” He gestured towards you and you shook your head, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

“I do, actually. That particular blend, it’s an acquired taste, I’ve never met anyone else that drinks it.” You confessed, and he stood up straight, a messy grin pulling at his pink lips.

“You drink this too?” His voice was laced with joy, and he stepped closer to you, over the threshold.

“I was just drinking it! It’s my favourite.”

His lips twisted into a smirk at your words, and he let his eyes flicker over you, before coming back up to yours. “Now what’s a beautiful girl like you doing drinking alone, huh?”

“Who said I was alone?” You countered, and he shrugged, taking a sip from the bottle, and you diverted your eyes from watching the way his lips melded around the top of the bottle, the way his jaw sharpened even further as he took a gulp of the amber liquid, or the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Licking his lips, he glanced around the neighbourhood.

“The lights in all the cars around us are off, and empty, plus you’ve been drinking so you didn’t get driven here, meaning you live close, but nobody came over here with you. You’re all dolled up, all pretty like, so you’re definitely on your way out, or on your way back, but your lipstick isn't smudged, it was either a really bad date, or you weren’t with anyone. Plus, I met most of the neighbours today, there’s no one but us young enough for you around here, gorgeous.” He mumbled, the confusing jumble of overthought signs making you giggle, his eyes lighting up at the sound.

“Interesting analysis, detective.”

“I should hope so, I am studying psychology and profiling.” He all but whispered the words, leaning in towards you slightly as if it was a secret. “So, not that I’m complaining, but what brings a breathtaking girl like yourself up to my porch then?”

“I’m looking for my sister.” You looked over his shoulder, spotting her with a shot in each hand, and before you could move, she’d taken both of them, cheering loudly. “Oh, my God. Did she just do shots?” Your eyes widened as you stepped forwards, the boy turning to look over his shoulder.

When he turned back, his face was considerably closer to yours, eyes wide. “No way is that your sister!” He grinned, practically buzzing with excitement and you groaned, your eyes still fixed on her.

“I was supposed to go out tonight! Why does she get to party?” You whined, his laugh, smooth like honey, in your ear caught your attention.

“We invited them in for a drink, I think they decided to stay! She said she had the baby monitor on her, so she was okay.” You thought it over, happy she was finally having a good time, and your eyes landed back on her, her grin bringing you joy, you knew she deserved it but you couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment. “You can still party too, you know.” Your gaze snapped down to your hand, the boy’s fingertips brushing against your own, and you weren’t sure when he’d moved so close, but his breath was practically mixing with yours, the sweet but spiced taste of tequila hanging off it, temptingly.

“I’m supposed to be going out to see my friends.”

“Come and see my friends. Come one, have a drink.” He brought the bottle up between the two of you, the smell tempting you in even further and his smirk was all your eyes could focus on. Taking the bottle, you took a large swig, topping up the slight intoxication you already had, a sigh escaping you and you knew you’d given in. His thumb reached up, wiping a stray drop from your lip before he sucked the digit between his own lips, your eyes focused on him as he did, your red-painted bottom lip clamped between your teeth. “Can I have one dance, gorgeous? Then if you want to leave, you totally can.”

“One dance?” You caved, a smile breaking over his lips as his fingers laced with yours, pulling you through the door as he stepped backwards into the hazy atmosphere. Your grip on his hand tightened as he led you through the house, the bottle still hanging from your fingers and he guided you to the centre of the floor, and he spun to face you once again. His hands found your waist and he pulled you close, your arms wrapping around his neck. He leaned forward, his cheek pressed to yours as his lips brushed your ear. “Can I get your name, gorgeous, or are you still going for that mysterious, sexy vibe?”

With a laugh in his ear, you gave him your name. He leaned back, his nose almost brushing yours, and you pulled back slightly, taking a sip from the bottle and handing it back to him. “Do I get yours in return?” He took the bottle from you, raising it to his lips and keeping you waiting, a wink in your directions as he saw you watch him.

“I’m Stiles, Stiles Stilinski.” His voice barely carried over the loud music, but the distinctive sound caught your ears and you lit up, eyes widening.

“You’re what the hell a Stiles is! Makes sense now.” You teased, and his eyebrows shot up, jaw hanging slack for a second.

“My reputation precedes me?”

“Lydia was telling me about you all earlier, when you met my sister and her husband.” He hummed, thinking over the statement, a hand rubbing across his jaw before he brought it back down to your waist. His grip was tighter than before, and he finally started moving.

Slowly at first, his hips were swaying to the beat, head tipped back slightly as his body rolled and moved, seductively but subtly, and you weren’t sure whether it was intentional or whether you were just falling in deep.

Throwing caution to the wind, you swilled the last remnants of the drink around the bottle, before swallowing it all in one, swift gulp, placing it down on a nearby counter and focusing all your attention on the boy holding you. Turning yourself in his arms, you gripped his hands in your hips, dragging them across your body until you were held flush against him.

His chuckle ran loud in your ear, and you let your head roll back onto his shoulder, your hips swaying in time with his. Grinding back against him, you heard his sharp intake of breath, and he just continued to sway his body side to side.

“Come on, Stiles. Are you gonna’ sway all night or are you going to dance with me? You only get one, remember?” You teased, a low growl in your ear and he nipped at your earlobe, before turning you in his arms, hands right on your waist and your nose bumping against his.

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, pounding against your ribs as he exhaled, warm breath washing over your lips and you dragged your eyes up to meet his, already watching you. Slipping his hand down, he let it slide over your ass before pulling you flush against him, his hand squeezing, roughly, and you bit your lip, his smirk widening entirely.

He thrust upwards into you once, before rolling his hips forwards, grinding them against you slightly and moving your body with his. He was light on his feet, bouncing up and down as he ground into you, your hips swaying in his grasp. The tip of his nose trailed along your jaw as your head tilted back, and he leaned the two of you forwards, hands slipping down to the exposed skin of your thighs as he placed a soft kiss against the column of your throat.

Spinning in his arms, hand coming up behind you as you looped it around his head behind you, his lips kissing your shoulder before he straightened up, your fingers in his hair. You dragged one of his hands up from your thigh, fingertips catching against the hem of your dress; which had already risen up considerably.

You placed it on your waist, higher, his fingers brushing beneath your tits, contained by the thin material as your hand closed over his, settling it atop your ribs. Your hips rotated back into his as he ground his crotch up into you.

The bass of the song deepened, chorus hitting, and you leaned forwards slightly, both his hands finding your waist as he thrust up towards you, bulge in his pants hitting against your crotch, dress ridden up and only panties in his way.

He repeated the motion, your body jumping forwards again, a moan slipping past your lips for him. Holding you tightly, he pulled you to him, grinding up lightly as his hand splayed out across the base of your back, which arched in his grip, trailing in his fingers along you before reaching your shoulder, pulling you up against him.

Turning in his grip, you faced him, pressing a brief kiss to the edge of his mouth before sinking slowly, hips swaying as you sank before him until you were crouching. Your eyes, hazy and seductive, stayed locked on his, wide and eager, and you bounced twice, before looping your fingers through his belt loops, shooting up to stand before him and tugging him flush against you, lips brushing.

The song ended, and the look in his eyes, the way he’d watched you gave you confidence, and you smirked. “That’s how you dance, Stiles.” The words spilled from your lips and he huffed a laugh out. Stepping back from him, he let his held breath go, and you backed away from him. Turning from him and strutting towards the door.

You could feel him hot on your heels, but he reaches around you, opening the door and holding it for you to step through. The cold air washing over your skin was a relief, you hadn't realised quite how warm it was inside until now, and it was a welcome feeling as the breeze washed over your skin.

“You’re leaving, then?” He was slightly breathless, hair spiked up in odd angles at the back from where your fingers had been tangled in it, and you took him in, nibbling in your lower lip softly.

“One dance, as promised.” You smiled, and he laughed loudly, nodding his head. “So, are you going to see your friends now?”

Pulling your phone from your pocket, your eyes widened at the time, a slight yelp escaping you, barely audible but there. “I didn’t realise how much time I spent with you, I think I’ll just head home.”

“Time flies when you’re having fun.” He teased, tongue poking out to lick over his lips, eyes fixed on yours and he once again leaned against the doorpost, a good look on him, his arms crossing over his chest. His biceps flexed at the action, veins on his forearm becoming more apparent.

You hummed, nodding in agreement and tightening your jacket around you. “I’ll be seeing you, Stiles.”

“Miss you already, gorgeous.” You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek and leaving a red imprint, before backing away.

“Thanks for the dance, and the drinks.” With that, you made your way down the steps, making your way across the garden before your hand found the cool metal of the door handle to your own home, and you stepped inside. Stiles, however, couldn’t tear his gaze from you, watching through the small glass window beside the door as you unstrapped your heels, kicking them off and hanging up your jacket.

You disappeared further into the house, out of his sight and he ran a hand over his face, shaking his mind clear and turning back to the raging party behind him, still hours away from even dying down, but something in him felt different, the door closing behind him.

Your feet were relieved to hit the flat floor, and you made your way up the stairs, a smile on your face. It wasn’t how you usually acted, not at all. Grinding against strangers at a frat party, letting him push against you, hands on your body, touching you and kissing your skin. You felt almost like you should feel bad about it, but you couldn’t because something about him felt different.

Tugging the dress over your head, you caught a scent of your own perfume, mixed with whatever cologne he’d had on still clinging to the fabric, and you smiled, the combination working surprisingly well before you dropped it with the rest of your dirty clothes in the hamper. Snapping the clasp of the fancy bra you’d worn open, you let it drop to the floor, pulling a pale blue cropped camisole over your head, the loose material a change to the skin tight outfit you’d had on moments prior.

You grabbed a pair of comfy pants from your drawer, tossing them on your bed and pulling a handful of makeup wipes from a packet, scrubbing the mix from your face, the contour slightly smudged from the thin layer of sweat that had built up, your lipstick partially licked off from the many times the honey-eyed boy had you nibbling on it, or left wrapped around the neck of an empty bottle. Dropping them in the bin, you rolled your eyes at the daft but joyous look on your face being reflected back at you in the mirror, and turned away, reaching for the pants.

Just as you finished tugging the pale pair of sweats up your legs, a gentle but loud knocking sounded through the silent home and you froze, but no crying sounded. Grabbing a scrunchie from your dresser, you headed down the stairs. Pulling your hair up into a messy bun, you swung the door open, lips parting as your jaw dropped slightly. Stiles stood before you, but he looked different. He still wore the tight red t-shirt, but he’d swapped out his skinny jeans and unlaced boots for sweatpants that hung low on his hips and pair of dirty adidas trainers.

“I don’t do that often. Never, actually.” He spoke, words rushed and he gestured with his arms slightly.

Your eyebrows furrowed, lips curling into a confused smile. “What?”

“Dance. With strange girls. I just wanted you to know.” His words trailed off into a whisper at the end, and he scratched the back of his neck, hands sinking to his side and my lip was once again caught between my teeth, suppressing a giggle.

“You’ve changed from your party attire?”

“I figured you would’ve, and I didn’t want our time to end just yet. I was kinda hoping we could.. hang out.” His eyes were full of hope, lips holding a cute smile as he held up a bottle of merlot in his hands as offering.

“Don’t you have a party to host? You are president of the fraternity, shouldn’t you be at your own housewarming party?”

“I’d rather be with you.” The words went straight to your heart, a soft look filling your eyes as you mulled it over, head tilting to the side.

Opening the door wider for him, the smile broke, showing his teeth and he took a step forward towards the kitchen, and you clicked the door shut quietly, following him. “I brought wine. Stole it from one of the girls. You got a coupla' glasses, gorgeous?” He placed the bottle on the counter, turning to face you.

“I can grab you a glass, but I don’t like red wine. Hate it, actually.” A heavy sigh left his lips, but not of disappointment, of relief, and his head threw back slightly as his shoulders dropped, relaxing slightly as tension between the two of you eased.

“Thank God! Shit’s disgusting, but I figured I’d try and be classy, or whatever..” You rolled your eyes fondly at his comment, turning to the cupboards. Bringing out two tumblers, you reach up, stretching on your tippy toes to reach the bottle you’d placed back earlier that night, turning to him and showing him it.

“How about this?”

“You truly do know the way to my heart, darlin’.” He grinned, taking it and the glasses from you, waiting for you to lead. He followed you through to the living room, placing them out on the small coffee table sat snugly between two couches. Sitting with his back against the armrest, his leg stretched out along the cushions, the other sitting with his foot flat on the floor.

You placed your phone on a speaker, soft music flowing quietly through the room and he simply watched you move about your space, hair dangling gently in your face as you glided around. Pouring two drinks, you held them both in your hands, surprising him by sitting between his outstretched legs on the couch, back to his chest as you leaned into him and his chin tucked onto your shoulder. “Well, hi there.” He teased, voice low and a laugh rumbled in his chest behind you.

“This okay?” You questioned, the fingers of one of his hands taking a glass from you, as the other arm snaked loosely around your waist.

“Is this?” He lifted the arm slightly, motioning that he was talking about it, and you hummed in affirmation, your own hand settling over his on your stomach. A comfortable silence fell over both of you, your head rolling back onto his shoulder, his cologne once again filling your nostrils.

“You smell good. Could smell you on my dress before, it’s nice.”

“Well, thank you, gorgeous. Here I was, worried I just smelled like weed and sweat.” He joked, and you scoffed in humour, squeezing his hand and rolling in his arms slightly. “This isn’t weird, is it?”

You sat up, looking at him curiously. “What?”

“I didn’t want to invade. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to invite me in. I-I just.. God, there’s something about you! I don’t know. You intrigue me, I want to be around you, I want to know more than what I got in one dance, if that’s okay with you.” Sitting up, you placed your glass on the table to your side, choosing to face him, your legs crossing under you as you sat up straight, your hands resting on your lap.

“What do you want to know?” His hand reached out, lacing lazily with one of yours and he trailed his eyes up from your joined hands, along your arm to your face, eyes swimming with questions.

“Everything.”

“Well that does not clear anything up.” You mocked lightly, and he barked out a laugh, eyes crinkling at the sides.

“Okay, tell me what you’re doing living with your sister and her husband and their newborn baby, if that’s not a sensitive subject?” You raised an eyebrow at him, nodding.

“Good question, I’m impressed. She was worried she’d lose all sense of herself if she had a baby, she still wanted to have fun, and she didn’t want to stop being her just because she was a mom. It’s always been me and her against the world, so when she became pregnant, I promised I’d be there for them. One night, she was panicking about affording a live in nanny to help out, and I told her I’d live with her for a year to help out.” You shrugged, picking your glass back up, taking a sip as he gazed at you.

“That’s so.. selfless of you. Amazing, actually.” You waved your hand, brushing it off.

“Clearly, I’m doing a good job.” You tilted your head towards his house, and he laughed an agreement, amusement filling the room. “My turn. What got you into criminal profiling?”

“Oooh, I like that one. My dad is a police officer, since I was little, I’ve been stealing his case files and going through them. Guess a hobby just became a career.”

“And you like it?” You pushed, and he nodded, sitting up slightly.

“I love it. I have a board, a crime board up in my room, I think you’d like it. I’ll show you sometime.”

“Inviting me to your room already, Stilinski?”

He sat up fully, leaning towards you and tilted his head, cocky smirk back. “You’re just special like that.” He lay back down, hand popped under his head and he finished the drink in his glass, and you reach for the bottle, refilling his glass as he murmured a thanks, thinking over his next question. “Are you in college?”

“No, I’m not. I take classes online sometimes, but no actual college. If I were, I’d be a college senior, though, just like you, I believe? I wanted to travel and experience the world, but things always came up, so it hasn’t actually happened. I’ve travelled about as far as the movie theatre, before moving here, of course.”

“Well that makes us match. I want to travel, I really do. I want to see the world, but college doesn’t allow you much time for that, so that’s what my plans are after I graduate. I have it all mapped out.” He grinned, thinking on his plans. Opening your mouth to reply, a loud cry sounded through the baby monitor, and your head snapped to the device on the counter beside you, and you shot up. Shooting an apology look to Stiles, he shook his head, tipping it to motion toward the stairs. “Go, go! It’s fine!”

You thanked him, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek as you passed him by, dashing up the stairs quickly to the young girls room. Little legs kicked up in the air angrily as little fists were bunched up in the material of her onesie, and you scoop her up under her arms, lifting her to your chest carefully. She lay in one of your arms, her fingers now curling and tugging angrily on the material of your camisole as you shushed her, her loud wails drowning out your calming sounds.

She was relentless, her crying not letting up as her nose scrunched up, her eyes the same and face red from the exertion of wailing, ad you let out a sigh, your own eyes watering at the sounds of her pleas. Leaning down to turn on a soft lamp so you could see, you bounced her gently.

“Skin contact, it’s what she wants.” The voice startled you and you turned to the door, Stiles standing there and his gaze directed to the floor before you and he waited for your nod before stepping into the babies room. Taking place before you, he held his hands up, palms spread before you. “May I?” Receiving another nod, he lifted the baby in your arms, changing her position so her wet little cheek pressed against the bare skin of your shoulder, face nuzzling into your neck as her cries almost instantly dimmed down to cooing, before the noises stopped completely.

“Oh, my God!” You whispered, eyes meeting his and his hand was spread out across her back, not pushing or pressing, just resting and spreading warmth from his big hand to her little body. His other hand found your waist as he stood close you, eyes fixed on the little baby in your arms. “You got her to stop crying. Thank you, I’ll remember that little trick.”

You rocked her in your arms gently, her breathing evening out in the quiet as she slowly drifted back off to sleep, and you sang a soft tune to her under your breath. He leaned down, pressing a brush of a kiss to the top of her head, your eyes watching his movements, heat flushing your cheeks. “You look good with a baby, you know?” The words caught you off guard, and your eyes raised to the brown ones that were rapidly becoming comfortable and familiar.

“You think?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely. All my paternal instincts are kicking in, it’s like overdrive right now, and I don’t even know this baby.” His words made you laugh. “Do you want kids one day?”

“I do. I want to see the world first and experience everything, but I do. Do you?” Your gaze turned from the infant to look at him, his own gaze resting on your niece as she slept soundly in your arms.

“Look at her, how could I not?” His eyes came up to yours, brows cinching as he tried to decipher the look you were giving him. “What?”

You didn’t answer, choosing instead to lean into him, your lips meeting his in a kiss, his lips moving against yours slowly and delicately, testing the waters, before pushing into you slightly, fingers flexing on your hip and gripping tighter. It was like his lips were made to be on yours, fitting perfectly against one another and you sighted slightly against him, the soft but slightly chapped pair contrasting your own smooth ones, but it worked so well. The baby in your arms shuffled, readjusting herself happily and you broke away to look at her. Turning, you stretched your arms out towards the crib and lay her back in her bed, tucking her in and rocking the item gently as she settled in.

Taking Stiles’ hand in your own, you turned out the light, pulling him from the room and shutting the door before looking back up at him. “What was that for?”

“Because you’re like no guy I’ve ever met, I barely know you, and yet, I know I want to.” He blinked at you, free hand coming up to settle on your cheek as he leaned down into you, catching you in another kiss. His lips slanted over yours, more passion this time, pushing against you as the fingers still wound with your own tightened, every part of him holding you close and throwing you off balance, the only thing you knew was him, his grip on you, his hands holding you up as he kissed you.

“You’re like no girl I’ve ever met, and I barely know you, and yet, I know I want to.” He teased, the words being mumbled against your lips as he pulled back, the burn for oxygen too much and your foreheads were pressed together. Pulling back, he cleared his throat, guiding you back downstairs with a soft smile and his hand holding yours.

Your playlist had long since ended, your chatting filling the space and you moved to the bottle, finding it laying empty beside you and Stiles, a pout forming on your lips as he finished his own glass. “When did we finish this?” You groaned, standing from the couch on shaky legs and stretching yourself out, grabbing the empty glasses and bottles before making your way to the kitchen.

Hands on your waist startled you, a chuckle leaving the boy as you huffed, chastising him falsely for scaring you. “It’s late.” He mumbled, kissing your shoulder from behind, and you turned in his arms, glancing up at the clock, slightly shocked by the time. The party was dying, last few people stumbling out in the early hours but a lot of people had just passed out, you could see them from peeking out of the window, a laugh on your lips at the thought of your sister and her husband passed out like the old days. “I should go.”

He turned you, nose bumping yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his lips down to meet yours for a chaste kiss, a happy smile on his lips as he got what he’d been hinting at, your lips finally back on his. “Or you could stay?” He pulled back, eyes wider than they had been.

“Do you want me to.. to stay?” He questioned, and you nodded, leaning up to briefly kiss him again before pulling back, flicking the lights off in the kitchen and leaving your phone where it charged on the speaker stand. You turned, checking over everything and your hand swiping over the wall to flick the last of the downstairs light off, and Stiles stood before you, slightly anxious as he wrung his hands together. “Where do you want me?”

“What?”

“To sleep. Where do you want me?” you chuckled, stepping towards him, your chest pressed to his and you took his wrists in your hands.

“With me.”

“Oh.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, trailing his hands from your waist to cup your ass, his fingers flexing as he squeezed instinctually. “Oh.”

“You’re so cute.” You mumbled, his lips finding yours as he walked you backwards towards the stairs, your feet pushing you up one step, and you were the same height as him now, leaning into the kiss as he groped at your ass, a small moan leaving your lips and into his mouth.

“You’re sure you want this? I don’t want you to feel like you have to, or anything, I will happily leave right now if you d-” cutting him off, you pulled him back into you, yours lips catching his in the hottest and most frantic kiss yet, his willpower and restraint wearing away little by little, your teeth catching his bottom lip and pulling on it as you pull back.

“You’re not going anywhere, unless it’s upstairs to fuck me.”

“Well, okay.” Spinning, you headed up the stairs, his hand landing on your ass in a slap as you went, a laugh leaving your lips when you reached the top, the spot stinging deliciously. Catching up to you, the boy, kissed you deeply, walking you backwards and you mumbled a location against his lips. His fingertips were burning into your skin as he pushed beneath the material of the camisole you wore, and he was inching it up and over your head.

Kicking the bedroom door shut behind you both, he dropped the material to the floor, and you tugged his own t-shirt up to follow, the item soon meeting the carpet, just as yours had. “Shit, you’re hot.” He quoted himself from earlier in the night, a smirk tugging on swollen lips as his hands came up to cup your bare tits, thumbs brushing against hardened nipples, a gasp leaving your lips as your eyes fluttered shut.

Pleasure surged through your body, the rough pads of his fingers brushing over you, smoothing across your skin and setting every inch on fire. His eyes had darkened, a blazing lust burning in them as he took you in, plump and swollen bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Leaning down, he grabbed the backs of your thighs, lifting you up and throwing you down onto your bed, your body bouncing slightly from the impact. His hands soon found the covers either side of your head as his body rolled down into you, lips finding your jaw as his kissed his way along your skin, descending further and further down, trailing his tongue along the flushed skin of your neck.

Reaching the base, your back arched as he reached a certain point, a sensitive spot, and he closed his lips around the patch, sucking harshly on the skin, biting and nibbling. He was leaving a mark, a big one, and arousal fooded your body at the idea, a moan tearing from your lips into the heavy air.

Your fingers once again messing up the air at the back of his head as you clutched onto it, weaving through the soft threads. Soothing the spot with his tongue, he continued down, kissing along the tops of your breasts and you took in a sharp breath, anticipation rampaging through you. Sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swept across it, rough and hot and he closed his teeth ever so softly around the bud, his fingers twisting the other one, pleasure surging your body as a moan left your lips, bouncing off the walls and echoing within the room.

His fingers danced along your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake and they danced along the hemline of your sweats, eyes coming back up to meet yours for approval. Gaining it, he tugged them, and your underwear down your legs, dragging them slowly along your skin, impatience running through you as you whined, urging him to hurry. Discarding the garments and settling before you, he kissed at your calf, fingers teasing and dragging along your soft skin, nails scraping barely in tracks as you let out a shaky breath, a dark chuckle being released against your thighs. “Please, Stiles..”

“What do you want, gorgeous, tell me what you want and you can have it.” His voice was raspy, deeper than before, arousal and lust dripping from his tone, and your legs squeezed together, giving you the friction you so craved and needed, but it barely relieved you.

“Want you to do something, with your fingers, mouth, dick, I don’t care. Anything, I just need you!”

“Your wish, my command.” Propping yourself up on your elbows you looked at him, his hands closing over your knees as he parted your legs, thighs spread wide from him and he dove in, liking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, taking the button between his lips and flicking his tongue across it.

Your arms gave out under you, your head once again finding the pillows as you collapsed into them, eyes rolling back at the pleasure he was giving you. Circling a finger around your entrance, the long digit pushed into you slowly, pumping a few times as he got to know what makes you tick.

Curling his finger upwards, your body spasmed in his grasp, a growl leaving his lips as you clenched around the digit, and you could feel his smirk pressed against your pussy, clit pulsing as he licked at it, slurping graphically and your body shook. Adding a second finger, he scissored them, stretching you out and curling them in a come hither motion, your hips jumping from the bed as heat shot to your core.

His unoccupied hand found it's way over your stomach, fingers spreading wide over your skin and pressing you back down into the bed, holding your hips to the mattress. The tips of the fingers buried within in brushed your g-spot, your fist coming up to cover your mouth as you moaned, wantonly, into it. Speeding up the pace his fingers were thrusting, and he finally let your roll your hips down into his hand, his thumb coming to press down roughly on your clit as he licked around his fingers, the coil in your stomach snapping at the sensation.

You clenched tightly around his fingers, legs shaking and eyes squeezed shut as you came for him, his lips kissing along you thighs as he encouraged you, dragging it out and making it last. Pulling his fingers from you, he licked them clean making sure to give you a show as he languidly sucked your juices up, hovering over you.

“How was that, all you wanted and more?”

“Incredible, fucking fantastic. I really love those fingers.” You mumbled, taking them in your hands and bringing them to your own lips. He watched, anticipation building as you took them between your own lips, sinking down along his hand as his fingers were nestled in your mouth, swallowing around him and licking at them, his eyes widening. A low groan fell from his lips as he retracted his fingers, cupping your cheek as he looked down at you, eyes flicking across your face.

Leaning up to kiss him, your taste still coating his tongue as it pushed its way into your mouth, and you battled your tongue with his, panted breaths and shallow moans being shared between the two of you as you shuffled. Flipping the both of you over as you straddled his lap, his cock pressed against his boxers as you landed in his lap, grinding against the material of his sweats.

Both of you panted at the action and he thrust up into you weakly, the friction helping him too. Sitting up on your knees, he shuffled his sweats down, kicking them off at his feet and his cock sprung up against his stomach. He was long and thick, prominent vein tracking the side and your mouth watered at the idea of getting to trace it with your tongue after.

Taking him in your hand, a whimper left his lips as you pumped him a few times, thumb flicking across the head and swirling the precum around, his hips stuttering at your motions. Licking the palm of your hand, you brought your hand down to him, holding him at his base and working over him slowly, his eyes fluttering shut, before lining him up and sinking onto his cock. His face buried on your neck as he did, moans breathed out against your skin as you lowered yourself, until he was fully settled within you.

“Jesus, you’re so tight, gorgeous. So tight and wet, all for me.” He muttered, your hips rolling as you rode down into him, finding a pattern, circling your hips and trying out different movements. You found your rhythm, his hands settling on your hips as he sucked marks into the skin he had access to, leading all the way from your tits to your collarbones.

One of your hands held his shoulder, fingernails digging crescent moons into the skin there, and the other was holding tightly to a patch of his hair, your hips rising and falling as they met his, skin slapping skin filling the room, muscles burning and cunt squeezing around him. He lay back, and you fell forwards as he fell back, hair spilling from the bun it had been tied up in and curtaining the both of your faces. Your lips found his, his hands gripping your hips as your knees supported your weight. He thrust up into you, lips detaching as your mouth dropped into an ‘O’ at his actions, cock hitting deep within you and you tits bounced, and he repeated the action.

“Fuck, Stiles. Harder, please, I need you to fuck me harder.” Your begs reached his ears, and he nodded, catching your mouth in a rough kiss, dominating and aggressive as he thrust into your rapidly, fingers trailing over your ass and pinching lightly. A squeak left your lips at the action, before they travelled further, gripping at the tops of your legs.

“Gonna’ fuck you so good, gorgeous.”

Holding onto both of your thighs, the boy turned you both, still buried within you and your back once again found the covers. His arms caged you in, legs wound tightly around his waist and he pulled back, thrusting back into you, roughly. A cry left your lips, and he dragged his own to yours, panting into your mouth as you silenced each others moans. His hips snapped into yours at high speeds, the sound of skin on skin complementing both of your hushed moans.

The bed frame was rocking, squeaking slightly and tapping the wall, but neither of you cared, the pleasure building and you slipped and hand between the two of you. Rubbing on your clit, hard and fast, you were already sensitive, and he bit down on your lower lip, throwing you over the edge.

You shook beneath him, hugging his cock tightly, fluttering and clenching around him and he swallowed every sound you made, before burying his face in your neck, hips stuttering as he brought himself to the edge, pulling out at the last minute.

He rolled onto his back beside you, hand working over himself, slick with your arousal and you leaned down, taking his tip between your lips and sucking tightly, tongue tracing the underside of his head before sinking your mouth down as far as you could go, and that's all it took for him to explode.

Hot ribbons of cum filled your mouth, coating your tongue as you sucked around him, almost pornographic moans filling the room as he came down from his high, the muscles in his stomach loosening and you swallowed around him, a desperate cry sounding as you did, before releasing his cock with a pop.

“That was so hot.” He mumbled, holding an arm out for you to collapse into, and you did, rolling into his side, arm looping around his waist. You buried your face in his neck, his fingers running along your skin gently, pulling the covers up and over both of you.

He reached over, fingers fumbling with the switch to the lamp emitting a soft glow from the bedside table, before finally switching it off, plunging the room into darkness. Silence took over the pair of you, your bodies pressed together, legs tangled and you stared into the dark, only the soft sounds of your breathing and beating hearts filling the space. You closed your eyes, holding onto him tightly, and he did the same.

“I think I really like you, Stiles.” You spoke the words through a yawn, and you felt a pair of lips press a kiss to your temple as you drifted into a comfortable sleep.

“I really like you too.”

Waking up in the morning, a loud banging sounded repeatedly at the front door and you groaned, rolling over in your bed. For a second, you panicked, Stiles missing from your side, but you could see his shirt still on the floor, his phone on the floor where it had fallen from his pocket, and when you focused, you could hear him moving about downstairs.

Pulling the red t-shirt over your head, you grabbed a fresh pair of panties, tugging them up your legs and dashing down the stairs. Unlocking the front door, your sister stumbled into your arms, groaning loudly, her husband having the same reaction and he dropped his shoes and hers, as well as their jackets to the floor to be dealt with later.

“Hangover, much?” You teased and she groaned again, holding her head in her hands. Rubbing your eyes, you tried to work your fingers through your hair, hoping to make it look somewhat more presentable.

“I forgot how much I love being a mum and not having the time to be able to drink, it really helps prevent hangovers.” She muttered, stumbling further into her house and bracing herself on the wall. “I need a glass of water, and to see my baby. I am so sorry about last night, I promise it’ll never happen again, and you can go out tonight! I swear!”

You chuckled, dismissing her apology and Stiles rounded the corner, a smirk on his lips as he stood in his sweats, shirtless in the kitchen doorway. “That’s good news, because I was hoping to take you on a first date tonight, and now I know you’re free, so you can’t refuse!” He grinned, your sister and brother-in-law looking up at him, mouths hanging open as they looked between the both of you.

“Is that.. Stiles? Standing with no shirt on in my kitchen?” Your sister turned to you, red heat crawling up your cheeks and you nodded, watching as he disappeared again and you followed him, your sister and her husband hot on your tail. “More importantly, is that bacon?” She gasped upon seeing the two breakfast plates Stiles had laid out, launching towards the meals and digging into yours, taking then bacon from it, first.

Her husband followed suit, taking the other plate with zero regard to the meals not actually belonging to them. Gurgling happily in her highchair was your niece, and your eyebrows shot up to your hairline as you turned to look at him. “You got her up?”

“She was crying, I didn’t want her to wake you.” He shrugged, standing at your side and kissing your temple, and you turned, planting your lips on his gently. With a grin, he returned the affection and your sister cleared her throat, a smile on her lips.

“You helped her look after my baby?” She asked, pointing between the two of you, and then down to the infant. Stiles merely nodded, a somewhat scared look on his face as her eyes narrowed momentarily, analysing him. Her gaze was directed back to you, a smile breaking out on her lips as Stiles’ arms around your waist tightened. “I approve of this one. He’s a keeper.” She returned to her food, and you turned to look at him, his gaze already on you.

“Since our food has gone to a better place, how about I take you for pancakes and coffee?” His offer was sweet, your heart jumping at the fact he’d bothered with it at all, and you couldn’t stop the wide beam that was taking over your lips, your head tilting in a nod, causing him to return the loving look you’d been giving him.

“Breakfast for a first date? You truly know the way to my heart.” You teased him, using the words he had used the night before, a chuckle escaping him and he leaned down, pecking your lips. “I’d love that.”

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itsanerdlife · 5 years ago

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Bad For You 11/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

Posting: Tuesday. Thursday. Saturday.

“You don’t know me like that.” “Mmm bet I do, baby girl. You want a bad boy who will be good for only you. I’m that guy. Like I want a good girl who’s bad for only me. That’s you, baby girl.”

Howie Stark made one hell of an impression. It started off with mistaken identity. A hand on your ass, your hand across his cheek. What should have pissed him off, set him off differently. Howie Stark is enticed by you and you are so fucked. Bad boy, never afraid of a fight, such a smooth talker, womanizer, and always on your mind. It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right, you have a boyfriend. Howie’s making everything’s a little blurry. You’re a little cynical and bad boys just aren’t your type. Or could that change with a flash of Howie’s crooked grin?

Tag List Is Open!!

Sitting in Brit Lit, Howie nudges a folded paper towards you. You couldn’t even fight the smile on your lips as you pull it towards you, flipping it open. Keep the flannel. It’ll never look that good on me.

You press your lips together, to contain the grin fighting it’s way to the surface. You quickly write out your reply, pushing it back towards him.

Never planned on returning it.

He grins, nodding. He writes something quickly, closing the paper once more and pushing it towards you.

Just come in taking over? I see how it is, baby girl.

You smile, folding the note. Slipping it into the protection of your notebook as professor Hill dismisses class.

“I mean, unless you’re going to stop me.” You grin at him.

Pushing your notebook into your bag. You stand, slipping past Howie. He moves quick to catch up, he tugs softly on the back pocket of your jeans. Bringing you flush with his front, your head tips to look somewhat back at him.

“I’m not stopping you, wouldn’t dream of it.” He smirks at you.

“Meet me at the library and we can finish our assignment for Brit Lit.” You grin at him.

“Can you be quiet for the library?” He quirks a brow at you, a smirk on his lips. A few girls walking by, shoot you both looks. You laugh, shrugging your shoulder.

“Guess we’ll find out.” You sigh. He lets you slip away, watching you go.

The thing about Howie is, he never made you feel less about yourself. He never made you feel cheap, like he was just trying to get you into his bed. It was different, from the person you assumed him to be when you first met. But there were two sides to Howie Stark, and you weren’t lying, you really do like both of them.

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Howie met you at the library, with coffee. You smile taking the cup he offered you. But not before you noticed the writing on the side. Baby Girl is written on the side.

“Smooth Stark. Smooth.” You nod, sipping from the cup.

“You have no idea.” He winks pulling out his notebook and book.

You press your lips together, setting your cup down. Running a hand through your hair, you glance around. Several tables occupied, exchange glances over, whispering.

“What?” Howie watches you.

“People are staring at us.” You shrug. His brow pulls down, he looks around. When his eyes fall on you again, he nods.

“I’ve had worse things said about me.” He shrugs a shoulder. But gets up, moving his stuff to the same side of the table as you. He drops into the seat next to you, sliding in closer.

“Howie.” You laugh softly.

“See this way, when you get all loud again, it’ll be easier to cover your mouth.” He winks, taking the assignment sheet from you.

You shake your head but lean in to go over the next portion of the assignment. Knowing people were going to talk, but if you were being honest you didn’t care. Howie just had that affect on you, and you couldn’t complain.

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The next day you’re leaving the coffee cart, when a hand slips around your waist. Body pushes up against the back of you, two fingers slip into your back pocket. Howie had found you between classes. You weren’t even sure you wanted to know how he managed that.

“Good afternoon.” You grin turning around to face him.

“Good afternoon indeed.” He grins, looking you over. You wore jeans and a sweatshirt. “Let’s finish Tempest tonight.” He tips his head, in that ‘I’m an adorable guy and I know it’ way.

“Library or coffee shop?” You lift a brow.

“My place?” He shrugs.

“Oh really?” You laugh.

“Swear I’ll be a good boy.” He grins, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Is that even possible? Doesn’t hell have to freeze over?” You sass.

“I’m always a good boy when I’m with you.” He points out. He had a point, he was never pushy or rushing.

“Okay. But I’m wearing sweatpants.” You shrug, backing away from him. The note in your back pocket burning hot with curiosity.

“That might be the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Howie nods.

Adjust the backward flat bill on his head. It sat on the crown of his head. His always rumbled hair didn’t lie flat which meant the hat didn’t sit right ever. He bites that bottom lip and grins.

“Awe and I wasn’t even trying.” You laugh. “I’ll text you.” You wave, turning to head down the hall away from him.

Your last view of him, chewing his lip, messy hair, and that cocky glint in his eyes. Howie is trouble, and too damn attractive to deal with.

When you slip into a seat, you quickly pull the note out. Unfolding it, you open it up. Scanning it quickly.

Snap add HowHowie I need selfies of you to steal (:

You grin to yourself, before pulling your phone out. Of course his Snap name would be HowHowie. You roll your eyes adding him. Switching to texting, you send him a text.

Y/N: Who says I post selfies on snap?

Howie: Gonna need your Insta as well.

You shake your head but send it anyways.

Y/N: Why do you need my selfies?

Howie doesn’t reply before your professor starts class. But your phone vibrates in your lap shortly after. You swipe the lock, wanting to know what he sent.

Howie: Background, girl. Duh.

It’s a screen shot of his background. Your selfie. Your coffee selfie Wanda took, it makes you grin.

Your hair is barely contained in the messy bun, but the grin on your face is ecstatic. To Go Starbucks cup in your hands. The car windows covered in rain, wearing a tank top and sweats.

It’s a picture you loved. You felt it really expressed your obsession with coffee. You were a mess, but coffee made it worth it. Story of your life.

Y/N: Smooth, Stark. Smooth.

You grin, locking your phone. Paying attention to class, best you could. But Howie was crowding your mind.

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flowersandskeletons526 · 5 years ago

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“Broken Noses and Bad Ideas” - Modern AU Glitradora, Part 1

Quarantine is kicking my ass but writing in nice. Enjoy!

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Glimmer lit a cigarette as she stood over two fallen punks in the alley, blood still trickling from her nose. One of the leather clad idiots groaned but stayed down. Glimmer waited a second to make sure neither were getting up to come after her. When they stayed still, she blew a puff of smoke towards the sky and stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

Wispy clouds turned orange above her as the sun slipped beneath the skyline, streetlights winking to life and neon signs illuminating the city. The smell of rain hung in the cool air. The lights made colorful, muddled reflections in the puddles scattered across the pavement. Glimmer tuned out the car engines and police sirens, the thudding of footsteps all through downtown, and focused only on the wet concrete beneath her boots. A chilly breeze swept her unkempt hair away from her face. She popped the collar of her jacket to keep the wind off her neck.

She made her way towards the outer rim of the city, to a tiny shop tucked between buildings. A pink and gold sign that read “Brightmoon Magics” hung above the front windows. Glimmer slipped into the cramped store, locking the door behind her and trudging to the back room. She opened the door to a narrow staircase.

“Hey, Glimmer!” Adora chirped.

Glimmer yelped and fell back against the door. She groaned, dragging a hand down her face as Adora rose from her seat on the stairs. “Adora, what are you doing here?” she asked.

“I came in earlier to tidy up while the shop was closed and I needed to talk to you, so I just hung out here until you got back,” Adora explained. Her Letterman jacket was tossed over her shoulder, a few stray locks of hair framing her face and the rest pulled into its usual ponytail.

“How long have you been waiting?”

“Not long. I had a lot to do.” Adora paused, frowning as she cupped Glimmer’s cheek. Glimmer winced. “Is that blood? Glimmer, what happened?”

Glimmer shrugged and swept past Adora up the stairs. “I got into a fight. It’s nothing.”

Adora followed. “With who?”

“I don’t know. I went over to Mermista’s and she had another rager going. Some girl bumped into me, blamed me for spilling her drink, her buddy got loud, all of that. Mermista said she didn’t know who they were.”

“And they beat you up?”

“No! God, Adora, calm down. You know I never lose a fight.” Heading to the bathroom, Glimmer ran cold water over a rag and held it to her face. “Besides, they barely hit me.”

“Glimmer.”

“What?”

“I know you’re lying.”

Glimmer turned, leaning back against the sink as Adora crossed her arms in the doorway. “Adora.” She poked the blonde in the chest and pushed her back. “I’m fine.”

Adora huffed and trailed after Glimmer as she tossed her jacket onto the table. “Since when do you go to Mermista’s parties?”

“I don’t know, for a while, I guess. I thought you liked Mermista.”

“Well, I do, I just don’t like all the yelling and drinking.”

“You’re a jock. Isn’t that your brand?”

“I’m an athlete, not a frat boy.”

“Thank God.”

Adora smiled and sat on the weathered couch. Glimmer flopped over the arm, stretching out and laying her head in Adora’s lap. Adora threaded her fingers through Glimmer’s pink and purple hair, exposing the black roots, and Glimmer smiled up at her.

“You’ve got to redo your roots soon,” she remarked.

“I can let it grow out a little more,” Glimmer said.

“And then you’ll complain about the black showing through.”

“Yeah whatever.”

Adora chuckled. Her bright blue eyes sparkled, bright and carefree and happy. Glimmer’s heart twisted with memories of simpler times, and she turned over, facing away from Adora. Adora tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Hey, I think Bow gets off his shift pretty soon,” Adora said. “Want to call him over and order a pizza or something? We could have a best friend squad movie night like we used to!”

Glimmer shrugged and closed her eyes as her brow furrowed. “I guess.”

“Or we could do something else? We could go bowling, head to the arcade, go out to eat somewhere. Do you want me to call Bow and see what he wants to do?”

“Adora, you’re doing it again.”

Adora’s hand stilled. “Doing what?”

“You did this right after she died. You try to distract me from it by just ignoring everything and letting it pass by. Please, just… not tonight.”

Taking a deep breath, Adora sighed and smoothed Glimmer’s hair back from her face. “Am I that transparent?”

“Like air.”

“That’s fair.” Adora leaned her head back. “I can’t believe it’s only been a year since Angella died. It feels like we’ve been drudging through a decade already trying to deal with this place since then.”

Glimmer hummed. In reality, she woke up every morning still aching like it was the first day, like she had just come home from class to meet the police on her doorstep. Her stomach coiled into knots as she remembered the night before the accident, how they fought and screamed at each other, how her last words to her mother were words of anger. The memory made her want to puke.

“Glimmer?” Adora asked. Glimmer looked up. “Do you want me to call Bow?”

“Uh, y-yeah. Yeah, a squad movie night sounds good.”

“Sweet!” Adora cheered. Glimmer sat up so she could stand, stretching her muscular arms above her head. “What do you want on your pizza?”

“Pepperoni and extra cheese.”

“Okay, I’ll get one for you and me and a vegan one for Bow.”

“Sounds good.”

Glimmer picked her head up out of her hands and tried to relax for the rest of the night. Adora and Bow distracted her with jokes and old ridiculous movies that they used to watch when they first met. It worked, for the most part, dragging her out of her own head and drawing a few genuine laughs from her. She didn’t tell Bow about the fight, or Adora about her secretly continued smoking habit, or either of them about her pounding headache and the guilt weighing her down like cement shoes. Putting on a smile until they left drained what little energy she had left.

Glimmer gave her friends one last hug as she walked them out. Adora smiled, one hand resting gently on Glimmer’s forearm. “Text us if you need us, okay?” she said.

“Okay,” Glimmer mumbled.

“Do you need us to pick up any extra shifts this week?” Bow asked.

“No, I’ve got everything covered. Thanks, though.”

“Okay, well, we’re here if you need us.”

“I know.”

Bow and Adora wrapped her in their arms and held her tight for a few moments before they left the store. Glimmer locked the door and set the alarm. Returning to the apartment, she tossed the leftover pizza in a barren fridge and made an ultimately forgotten note to go grocery shopping. She sat on the edge of the couch with a sigh.

Her phone buzzed on the table beside her. She groaned, reaching blindly with one hand and holding it up to her ear. “Hello?”

“Shimmer!” Seahawk shouted. “How are you, my friend?”

Glimmer jumped and held the phone away from her face. There was a scuffle in the background, and she heard a crash and Seahawk scream before Mermista’s voice came over the speaker.

“Alright, he’s gone,” she said as Glimmer held the phone to her ear again.

“No I’m not!” came his voice in the background.

“Ugh, go fix your mustache! Sorry, he grabbed my phone.”

“Does he not know my name or is he picking on me again?” Glimmer asked.

“I think he’s picking on you still. Anyway, Perfuma wanted me to call and check on you. She saw a post about those party crashers getting their asses kicked and thought you did something.”

“Can people even crash your parties? I thought they were open invitation.”

“Hey, I am trying to be nice here.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. They followed me and I left them in an alley.”

Mermista laughed, barely more than a huff but the most anyone could get from the queen of blasé. “I told her you’d do worse to them. I mean, Adora would have been breaking down my door if anything actually happened.”

Glimmer grimaced, forcing a laugh. “Yeah, no kidding.”

“Alright, so that aside, I’m taking a few people out this Friday. You know Netossa, right? She’s that grad student I was hanging out with a while ago.”

“Yeah, why?”

“Her wife Spinerella is the manager at the new bar downtown.”

“The Crystal Castle?”

“Yeah, now listen. Perfuma, Seahawk, and I are already going and wanted to see if your super pal trio or whatever you call it wants to come. They’ve got live music and a great bartender. I’ve heard she’s a little crazy, but cool.”

“It’s the best friend squad.”

“Whatever. Are you in or not?”

“I’ll ask.”

“Let me know. Bye.”

“See you.”

The next morning, Glimmer drudged out of bed to open the shop. Both Adora and Bow had class all day at the state college uptown. Adora was a political science major and star of the track team, the golden child of the entire school. Bow studied engineering and competed on the archery team.

Before everything, Glimmer was going to follow them and study politics or law or both. Now she could barely get through the online business classes she forced herself to take.

Glimmer adjusted shelves of crystals and vials of various herbs, dusting off old books and charms. She barely remembered her father, the founder of the store, having only a dusty framed picture in her apartment to remind her of him. Angella, however, she remembered as clear as day.

She was tall and regal, always dressed in flowy pink and sky blue dresses and dripping in moonstone jewelry. She seemed to float through the store between the cramped shelves and tables. Glimmer never quite understood how she managed to miss all the numerous creaky floorboards in the old building. She remembered Angella’s gentle smile when Glimmer came home raving about some new project, or the first time she brought Adora in looking for a job when the blonde first moved to the city. Glimmer had hung Angella’s portrait behind the front counter, but it wasn’t the same. It did nothing to ease the ache.

A bell rang as the door opened. Glimmer didn’t look up. “Hey there,” she called.

“Hey,” said an unfamiliar voice.

Light footsteps circled the store. Glimmer looked up as they paused behind her. “Can I help you with… anything?”

A tall, tanned woman stood by a shelf of vials. A mane of wild brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, held back from her face by a crimson band. A bright red tank top left her freckled arms bare, covered in toned, sharply defined muscles. Two gold rings pierced her bottom lip. She wore one gold hoop in her ear, reminding Glimmer of a pirate. Her long nails were painted black, and pale scars marred her knuckles. Bright eyes turned to Glimmer, one blue and the other a deep amber.

“Burning sage?” she asked.

Glimmer blinked, returning to her body and waving to a table. “In the corner.”

She stepped back behind the counter as the woman picked out a bundle of herbs. Setting it on the weathered counter, the woman leaned forward with her arms on the edge, studying Glimmer as she rang her up. Glimmer glanced at the woman and met her eyes. The woman tilted her head, sizing her up, it seemed. Glimmer trained her eyes on the cash drawer.

“Blessing a new place?” she remarked.

“Just moved in,” the woman replied.

“Welcome to the city.”

“Thanks.” The woman looked around as she took her bag. “Cute little place. I wasn’t expecting to find a place like this here.”

“Do you practice at all?”

The woman shook her head and stood up straight. “Only the sage, and it’s just a bad superstition I picked up.” She smiled, flashing sharp teeth. “Maybe I’ll pop back in to check out the crystals, though. Thanks for the sage.”

Glimmer nodded. Her eyes followed the woman out of the store until she disappeared down the street. A shiver raced up her spine. The intensity of the woman’s stare stuck with her like a frost frozen on her skin. It wasn’t unnerving, necessarily, but those bright, focused eyes tugged at Glimmer’s mind throughout the entire day.

By the time Friday came around, Glimmer’s headache had yet to fade. If anything, it was worse. She sat on the couch, dressed in her leather jacket and torn pink jeans, pressing the heels of her hands against the eyes. She considered cancelling until Bow showed up in his favorite tight black crop top, grinning from ear to ear. Glimmer smiled and tried to avoid any bright lights as they headed out.

“So, Adora’s not coming?” he asked.

“Late night study practice,” Glimmer explained. “She said she’ll be there next time.”

“Sweet.” Bow touched her shoulder. “Are you okay? I know you’ve been tired lately.”

“Yeah, of course!” Glimmer chirped. She linked their arms. “Come on, tonight we’re going to have fun and get wasted like real college kids.”

Bow laughed. “There’s the Glimmer I know!”

Glimmer forced a laugh and held his arm tighter.

The bar was loud and hot and dark despite the neon lights everywhere. Mermista and Seahawk were already on the dance floor, and Perfuma caught up with Glimmer and Bow by the bar.

“I’m so happy you guys made it!” she said as she threw her arms around them. “Come get a drink, the band is going to start in a few minutes.”

Glimmer and Bow followed the tall hippie through the crowded room. “Who’s playing?” Bow asked.

“Some new band, I guess,” Perfuma answered. “I think they’re called the Horde but I don’t know. Mermista does.”

A short woman with impossibly long purple pigtails stood behind the bar. She wore weathered overalls with the straps hanging around her waist, and a pair of red goggles was pushed up on her head. She grinned at them.

“Bow!” the bartender chirped.

“Entrapta!” Bow said. “Since when are you a bartender?”

“I needed the job to finance my projects. Mixology is technically a science, so it works!”

“Awesome. Oh, Entrapta, this is my friend Glimmer. Glimmer, this is Entrapta. She’s in my robotics class.”

“Nice to meet you!” Entrapta said. “What can I get you two?”

“Tequila sunrise,” Bow said.

“Whisky on the rocks, please,” Glimmer said.

The band came on just as they got their drinks. While Bow stayed by the bar to talk with Entrapta, Glimmer found a place against the wall to watch the show. Four people were already onstage, adjusting their instruments. The drummer was a burly man with green hair slicked back from his face and scales tattooed on his neck. The guitar player, a stocky woman with an undercut and dreadlocks pinned back from her face, hung back by the drum set. The bass player was a tall, strong woman with a white undercut and red scars up her arms, talking to someone offstage. Tucked off to the side was a pale, scrawny kid on the keyboard.

Someone stepped onto the stage, and the crowd erupted into cheers. Glimmer’s eyes widened as the strange woman from the shop stood before the front microphone. She opened her arms to the applause, grinning with those sharp teeth and dressed in metal and leather.

“Hello Etheria!” she shouted. “How is everyone doing tonight?” The crowd cheered, and the woman’s grin widened. “Alright. Let’s get this shit started!”

The drummer counted them off. The music was heavy but bright, with harsh drums and grungy guitar. They pushed a fast tempo as the front woman grabbed the microphone. Glimmer’s eyes were glued to the woman as she sang. Her voice was low and raspy, and she sang with an explosive fire that set Glimmer’s heart pounding. She hardly listened to the lyrics, just the sound of the woman’s voice as she belted out the notes.

Glimmer barely noticed when Bow slung an arm around her shoulders. “Aren’t they amazing?” he asked over the music.

“Yeah, they’re wicked,” Glimmer said.

The last song finished, and the woman paused for applause, inquisitive eyes scanning the crowd. “You guys have been great tonight,” she said over the cheers. Her eyes met Glimmer’s across the sea of people, and she grinned. “Come back again, we’re here all week.”

That odd chill settled over Glimmer again as the band left the stage. She nudged Bow. “Hey, I’m going to head home. I’ve got a bit of a headache.”

“Okay. Let me just say goodbye to Entrapta,” Bow said.

“No, Bow, stay. You’re having fun. I need a walk anyway.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you walking home alone.”

“It’s not ten minutes. I’ll be fine. I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Okay. Be safe.”

“I will.”

Glimmer sighed as she stepped out into the cool night air. Lighting a cigarette, she rubbed her eyes as she ghosted through the empty streets. The woman was stuck in her head. The sight of her singing was seared on the inside of Glimmer’s eyelids, with her wild hair tossed back from her face and the stage lights a bold red behind her.

Several pairs of footsteps clicked on the sidewalk. Glimmer turned. The people from Mermista’s party earlier in the week blocked her path, along with two more thugs to bolster their numbers.

“Hey, you!” one shouted.

Glimmer cursed. She spun on her heel to run, but they grabbed the back of her collar and flung her back. She managed to punch one in the jaw before they slammed her against a brick storefront. She opened her mouth to scream. The leader sucker punched her. Dazed and bleeding, she let her head hang as the punk laughed.

“Payback, bitch,” she spat.

The woman wore heavy jeweled rings. They left little cuts all over Glimmer’s face, breaking the skin through her clothes as the thugs rained blows down on her. She struggled to break free from their grip, but they held her tight against the wall. Blood poured down her face and soaked into her shirt. Her vision began to tunnel.

Muffled shouting echoed from down the street. The blows paused. Someone screamed in pain, and Glimmer was suddenly dropped to the ground. She heard a scuffle and more screams. Two of the thugs collapsed in front of her while the others bolted down the street. Blood poured from wounds in their back or side, pooling beneath them as they struggled to get away. The unknown attacker stepped over the leader of the gang and kicked her in the face, leaving her there to bleed.

Bloodstained boots approached Glimmer as her vision faded. The last things she saw before she lost consciousness were hands dripping with red and a pair of bright, focused eyes.

#glimmer #catra #adora #bow #bow she ra #perfuma #mermista #seahawk #scorpia #lonnie she ra #kyle she ra #rogelio she ra #glitradora #modern au #college au #she ra reboot #She Ra #spop #oh god this is gonna be a long one

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yehet-me-up · 6 years ago

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Conquest

Pairing: frat boy!Changkyun/I.M x reader

Rating: M for language/sexy times

Genre: College!AU, smut

Word Count: 3,785

Summary: You’re used getting what you want, who you want. You take pleasure in each conquest, but tonight you may have met your match.

Monsta X Kinks series part six: Spanking 🖐🏻🍑

The first time you see him, you have only one thought - you hate hate hate the smug look on his face. You can practically feel the arrogance radiating off him from across the party and you want to do anything you can to wipe it off him.

He hasn’t even noticed you yet, but the way he carries himself is a gauntlet thrown at your feet in challenge. He carries himself like he’s God’s gift to the women of MXU. As if the fact that he’s in the hottest fraternity on campus means he can eye the women coming through the door like they are prized cuts of meat, ripe for tasting.

He might think he can have everything he wants, but he hasn’t met you yet.

‘Dibs on that one,’ you say with a smirk, elbowing your friend Renee.

‘Which one? There’s so many to choose from,’ she says with wide eyes.

‘The cocky one in the corner.’ You lift your chin to point to where the man is holding court in the corner over a keg.

‘Are you kidding me? Him?’ she gasps and straightens the hemline of her dress. ‘Changkyun is like… a ladykiller.’

You snort. ‘Please. I’ll have him begging for it by hmmm -’ You look at your watch. ‘By midnight.’

She rolls her eyes at you, always amused by the thrill you get from the chase.

That’s the secret, to hunt them while making them think they’re the ones hunting you. It’s all about playing them right, to make yourself the quarry they’ve been longing for, you think savagely as you find your group of friends in the corner.

‘We’ve got a live one on our hands tonight ladies,’ Renee announces to Shireen and Lindsey with amusement.

Lindsey laughs out loud and pretends to look around the party with her hand on her brow. ‘Ooooh who’s tonight’s victim?’

Renee motions subtly to Changkyun in the corner and Lindsey whistles.

‘Going straight for the alpha tonight, eh?’ Lindsey says and bumps you with her hip.

‘You know me Linds,’ you say with honey in your voice. ‘I always go for the jugular.’

They don’t realize you’re the predator, not the prey, until they wake up and realize you’re gone. Get what you want from them and then get out before you can get hurt. That’s the trick.

Your friends watch you with a combination of encouragement and concern. They’ve long ago stopped trying to get you to have, you know, a real relationship again and turned instead to encouraging you to be safe on this warpath you’re hell-bent on cutting through the men of MXU.

‘Anyone care for a drink?’ you ask the group. Renee raises her hand and you nod, heading off for the keg.

As you make your way through the crowd, you study him. His laugh is easy, congenial. The picture perfect All-American college stud. You’d bet your car on him being a Business major or something to do with sports. He’s got the look down, you’ll give him that. Light brown hair artfully tousled across his forehead. Dark wash jeans and a white button down, Timbs. Classy, approachable, yet undeniably lust-inducing.

Which character will it be tonight? you muse. Student athlete looking for a different kind of workout? Poetry major looking for a connection? Maybe a sweet freshman at her first kegger? Fumble with the pump so he has to step in and help; eyes wide and voice pitched higher. Grab his biceps and coo. Pretend you’re not experienced to inflate his ego?

Nah. Not tonight, you think with a shake of your head. Something raw and needy is flowing in your veins and you need more of a challenge. Tonight you decide to be yourself, just with the volume turned up.

When you approach the keg you finally make eye contact with him. For a moment the clean image he presents fades away and you get a glimpse of the animal within. He admires your calves, the cleavage on display in the dress you wear.

You meet his look with a snarky raise of your brow and resolutely ignore him. Instead, you expertly get yourself a cup of what is undoubtedly cheap beer, ensuring that you bend your back to show off your ass. Behind your back you can hear male voices discussing and you smile to yourself while you fill another cup.

It’s like shooting fish in a barrel, truly.

Without giving him a second glance, you walk back through the crowd. You’d be willing to wager that not many girls leave him in the dust. Good, you think. You can only imagine the slew of broken hearts he’s left across this campus.

The beer is indeed gross, but by the time you finish the cup you’re laughing at Shireen’s story of her idiotic professor you’ve already acclimated to the taste. With a last sip you finish the cup and frown at it. It’s too soon to make another pass through the kitchen. He needs time to want you first, you think.

‘Can I offer you another?’ comes a deep voice from next to you.

The man in question is standing there, holding out a blue cup to you with his brow raised in question. Renee giggles behind you and you sigh. If he’s already coming over to you, he must be an easier catch than you thought. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

‘Thanks,’ you say, eyeing the cup. ‘But I don’t drink anything I didn’t pour myself.’

You smile up at him and he laughs. He’s not offended by the insinuation and you give him a point for that. There’s interest in his irises when he meets your gaze. Interest and something else you can’t name.

With a dramatic bow he motions toward the kitchen. ‘Might I accompany you to refill your own cup then?’

For a long moment you consider him before finally nodding. ‘Alright then. Lead the way, handsome.’

He drops a hand to your waist, ghosting over your lower back as he guides you through the crowd.

‘Handsome, huh?’ The sound is low against your ear and you shiver despite the heat in the room.

When you turn to sass him he’s closer than you expected. Close enough to see the flecks of gold in his eyes. Close enough to smell his cologne, something woodsy and spicy and definitely not Axe Body Spray.

‘You know you’re handsome. Don’t act like you’re not used to flattery,’ you say while leaning in to let your lips tease the shell of his ear.

He laughs and watches as you fill your own cup. ‘Something tells me you don’t offer flattery often, unless there’s something you want. So I’ll take the compliment either way.’

When you stand he’s leaning back against the counter drinking the cup he’d offered you. He holds your gaze and licks his lips.

You lean against the window ledge behind you. ‘So you weren’t trying to drug me. Do you think that makes you a prince or something?’ you say harshly before taking a large swallow.

This upsets him; brows pulling together, mouth thinning to a line. ‘I might not be the nicest guy in the world, but I stand for none of that here.’ He waits until you meet his eyes again. ‘I take nothing that isn’t given freely to me.’

You lift your shoulder and let it fall. ‘Good. It still doesn’t mean you’ll ever get anything from me, but thanks for playing.’

His expression melts into something more seductive. ‘What makes you think I want anything from you?’

Oh, he’s good. ‘Do you regularly offer beverages to women you’ve never met before?’

‘Maybe. It’s a free country. I believe wholeheartedly in hydrating everyone who comes into my house.’

‘I can fend for myself just fine,’ you challenge.

‘I’ll bet you can do lots of things just fine by yourself,’ he says with a wink. ‘But aren’t some things better with… help?’

The moment stretches out while you two size each other up. Fine, he is hot. You’ll give him that. You wouldn’t sleep with just anyone.

His chest looks broad and strong beneath his shit. The veins on his hands, cording up his forearms, make you imagine what they’d feel like holding you against a wall while he fucks you. His lips are full and red and you wonder what sounds he’d make when you pull the lower one between your teeth.

The familiar heat blooms low in your body, the itch you can never quite seem to scratch. You wonder just how empty and unfulfilled he’ll leave you when this is over. If you’ll take enough from him to make this worth the effort.

‘What’s your major?’ he asks casually.

You frown. ‘Don’t pretend like you care.’

He opens his arms wide, not letting you off the hook. ‘I’m just trying to get to know you here. Or do you normally have sex with men without knowing their name?’

The question is a knife to the chest, re-opening the wound you worry will never heal. The hurt animal inside you wants to roar at him.

In two steps you’re toe to toe with him. ‘Maybe. Maybe that’s what I like. Rough, impersonal sex. And lots of it.’

He holds your gaze, seems to stare down into your soul as he breathes deeply at your closeness. A question runs through his eyes and after a moment he gives voice to it. ‘Why me?’

‘Huh?’ he startles you and you step back into a person filling their cup at the keg.

With his free hand he reaches for your elbow, steadying you. ‘You know what I mean. I saw you notice me when you came in. Why’d you pick me?’

You deflect easily. ‘Why’d you pick me? You were the one that came over.’

He gives you a lopsided grin and you wonder again what his mouth would taste like. ‘I figure it would be one of two things. Either we’d hit it off…’

‘Or?’ you push him, mostly to distract yourself.

This was supposed to be a game. He was supposed to undress you literally, not expose your secrets.

‘Or the hate-sex would be great.’ He licks along his lower lip, eyes fixated on the line of your neck. ‘Whichever way it goes, I’d get to spend the night with you.’

The hopefulness in his voice slips underneath your defenses and makes your heart flip. You hate the feeling and how vulnerable it makes you. The armor you’ve taken to wearing around your heart slides into place with a comforting weight.

‘Sorry, I’m closed for the night.’

You turn to leave but he reaches a gentle hand for your shoulder. ‘If you don’t want to sleep with me, we could always discuss this week’s reading.’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘Masculinities: contestation, circulation, and transformation? Tuesdays and Thursdays with Professor Khan?’

He says it with a smile that you recognize so well you want to scream.

The smile you give to men who assume you can’t play pool or fix your own tire or school them at comic book trivia. The smile of satisfaction you let cover you with pride when you’ve called someone on their shitty assumptions. And now it’s your turn to feel chastised.

‘You’re in my women’s studies class?’ you say, shocked.

‘I am indeed. I’m planning on getting an MBA in sports management. I want to have a thorough understanding of the male psyche and its impact on the feminine. I want to represent men’s and women’s teams equally.’

‘How have I not noticed you?’

His cheeks turn pink. ‘Well, I normally wear my glasses and a beanie to fit in.’ He shrugs. ‘This isn’t what you normally wear, either though, is it?’

You look down at the low-cut, thigh-grazing black dress and razor-sharp stilettos you wear and laugh. ‘No. It’s not. My friend Renee calls it my ‘on the prowl’ outfit.’

He whistles. ‘That’s definitely a name for it. I like it. I also like what you normally wear. I have to say I’m flattered you picked me as your target for the night.’

The reality of him is so separate from the fantasy you’d constructed you want to cackle. A few minutes ago you wanted to throw your drink in his face before launching yourself into his arms and sticking your tongue into his mouth.

Now you have no idea what you’re dealing with and it makes you feel raw and exposed and needy.

‘I don’t think we should sleep together tonight,’ you say so quietly you’re not sure he hears you.

He nods. ‘That’s fine with me. I’m just happy you’re talking to me. I’ve been trying to get your attention all semester,’ he says and runs a hand through his hair in embarrassment.

‘I’m sorry if I ignored you, I’ve-’ you start, thinking of how different things were in December compared to now. How different you were. ‘My boyfriend cheated on me over break and I’ve kind of been… throwing myself into forgetting him.’

There’s a warmth in his eyes that eases something cold and tight and aching inside you. ‘He’s an absolute idiot. If I had someone as intelligent and engaging and hot as you I’d never let you go.’

‘Maybe we should sleep together, then,’ you laugh bitterly. ‘Then you can get sick of me, too.’

He leans closer and you feel his breath against the sensitive skin of your shoulder exposed by your dress. ‘I highly doubt that.’

When he pulls back you almost toss your cup and grab him. But you cling to your sanity and breathe instead, torn between running out the door and taking a chance on him.

Something in you tells you to trust your instincts, that you chose him the moment you walked in for a reason; saw beneath his facade as quickly and easily as he did yours, even if you didn’t realize it at the time.

‘Prove it,’ you say, like a prayer. A plea for him to know you in all the ways you’ve been denied in the past.

Like a runner at the starting gun he seems to jump into motion. He takes your cup and his and tosses them in the enormous recycle bin. The reassuring warmth and firmness of his hand encloses yours and he leads you through the party to the wide staircase.

You hold on to him and follow him up two flights and down a hallway, the noise of the party fading away with every step. His room is easily three times the size of your dorm room.

He kicks off his shoes and notices your surprise. ‘Being the president has its perks,’ he laughs. ‘Privacy is definitely one of them.’

With your back you close the door, watching him and crossing your arms. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ you ask.

He reaches for the edge of his shirt and tugs it over his head, tossing it to the floor. With heat and need in his eyes he walks towards you. The movement highlights the cut of his torso, the defined lines of his chest and abs that you suddenly want to drag your teeth along.

‘I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,’ he says, reaching both hands out and resting them against the door behind your head. ‘Are you sure you want me, this?’

The past few months sex has been about taking. With your ex you gave him everything, all that you had to give. Over the last few weeks you took without apology. You came first, literally and figuratively. Screamed and moaned with pleasure and didn’t care who heard or what they thought of you.

But with him you know you’re going to give him something in return. Tonight he’s asking more of you and you wonder if you’re ready to go there again.

You reach out a hand and run it along his jaw, trailing it down his chest, his stomach. Your fingers dance along the line of his pants and savor the sharp inhale of breath he takes.

He doesn’t let you hide; holds your focus and watches you intently. Soft as a breeze he leans forward and presses a light kiss on your forehead, asking you to trust him. It undoes you, the need within you rushing forward to meet him. You kick off your heels and stand on your toes to press your lips to his.

The motion pulls his body against yours and you wish you could rip off your dress to feel his skin against yours. Suddenly, you’re unable to get enough of him.

He responds eagerly, bringing a hand to cup your head while he works his lips against yours with a groan. The other arm bands along your back, anchoring him to you as you taste him.

‘More,’ you moan against his open mouth. ‘Now.’

‘Thank god,’ he says in return.

He bends, not breaking the seal of the kiss. The rough heat of his palms trace the backs of your knees, your thighs, before settling on your ass possessively. In one fluid motion he pulls you into his arms, guiding your legs around his waist.

You tug at his hair, pulling his lip between your teeth. Just as you hoped, he growls against you, hands kneading the flesh of your ass and pulling you against his arousal.

Tonight, you want to see what happens when you let him take charge, anxious to see how he’ll guide you both to completion. What he’ll mould you into with his hands and lips and cock; if you’ll like the person you become underneath him or on top of him.

‘I need to get my hands on you,’ he laughs against your mouth, his voice full of need.

He looks around and walks you back to his couch, sitting down so you straddle him. Freed of their job of holding you up, his hands seem greedy to know the feel of all of you. You watch as he strokes along your thighs, breathing hard in sync with him.

To help him you grab the edges of the dress and tug it over your head. Your hair lands along your shoulders, teasing the bare skin.

The way he savors the newly exposed skin makes you swallow. Before you can even breathe he grasps your hips firmly and pulls you flush against him, dropping his lips to the rise of your breasts over your bra eagerly. His mouth on the delicate flesh makes you whine and grip his shoulders to hold yourself.

He doesn’t rush and you like him the better for it. Instead, he takes his time, pulling down the fabric of your bra and licking first one nipple and then the other.

It could be minutes or it could be hours that you spend with his tongue on your chest, you lose track of time. Your hands bury themselves in his hair and your hips grind against his erection of their own volition.

When he’s inside you, it won’t be like before. You know this and try to prepare yourself.

He unclasps your bra and cups your breasts with his wide hands and you try to prepare yourself for how it will feel to come around him.

You lift yourself so he can slide off his jeans and underwear and you try to prepare yourself for how he will look when he buries himself inside you.

He reaches for a condom in the side-table and you stand, holding his gaze. Sliding your underwear off, you aren’t prepared for how it feels to stand before him, truly naked down to your heart and soul. Asking him to see you and want you.

‘Beautiful,’ is all he can say when you settle yourself on his lap once more, reaching for his face with both hands.

‘Perfect,’ is all he can say when you take him inside you, so deep you both groan at the perfection of it.

‘Mine,’ is what he says, holding you tight enough to bruise, when you clench around him and gasp.

You ride him with vigor, matching the rhythm of his thrusts into you. It feels so good and right you can’t keep your eyes open, clinging to him and drowning in him.

He grasps your hips, pulling you against him and angling you so he hits a spot deep within you.

‘Fuck,’ you whine, tugging him up to your lips by his hair.

The build of your orgasm inside you is a tidal wave you can’t control. He licks your mouth and you swallow his groans. He’s just as lost and close as you are.

Was this what you were waiting for? you wonder as the sounds of your sex drowns out all else. Someone to see you and match you?

The slap of his hand against your ass shocks you, biting and sharp at first and making you gasp. He pulls back to watch you, kneading the flesh, not slowing his thrusts.

‘Too much?’ he pants, searching for signs you want him to stop.

The sting fades to pleasure and you clench around him. ‘No, God. Please don’t stop.’

He smiles, wide and wolf-like. This time he spanks the other cheek, drawing a groan from your throat. His mouth finds your neck and sucks, the sensation sending pleasure down your spine to your core.

‘Please.’ It’s all you can say as you take him deep inside you, matching each of his thrusts.

You preen, becoming a wild and unruly creature as his hands make the skin of your ass so sensitive you want to scream. His grip tightens as he slams into you, uneven and desperate, and you know he’s just as close as you are.

‘Come with me,’ he groans against you.

The need to orgasm is so strong you can’t even manage words, just a noise of assent. You drop your hand to where your bodies meet, finding your clit. In seconds you explode around him with a strangled scream.

You collapse into his arms, panting. He holds you to him, his arms heavy and strong against your sweat-slicked back. After a beat, you pull back to watch him with confusion, wondering at how different this night ended than it began.

And it’s not even ten o’clock, you notice his clock with amusement.

‘Want to go again?’ he laughs, dropping a gentle kiss to your lips.

‘You’re not sick of me?’ you answer, watching him with wonder.

‘God, no,’ he says, voice absent of all joking, brushing your hair behind your ears. ‘I’ll never get enough of you.’

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flicker (revamped): on the loose⎜t.h

summary: they’re roommates, but one night (with lots of vodka in the picture), they write up a list of rules. rule one being no strings attached. they made sure to write it large, underline it twice, and highlight it with her favorite blue highlighter. some say that rules are bound to be broken, for better or for worse. but, that’s something they have to decide.

warnings: fwb!roommate!college!au, drinking, mentions of sex, language, there's almost a fight 👀 (oop), and i didn’t edit this soo whoops

wc: 1.8k

series masterlist⎜masterlist⎜’on the loose’ - niall horan

you two walked towards harrison’s frat, the music so loud that it could be heard from inside. the lawn was littered with red solo cups, tom almost tripping on one while trudging through the dewy grass. you let out a giggle.

“have a nice trip?” you asked, he rolled his eyes.

“yeah, haha,” he mocked you, causing you to let out another laugh.

“oh, come on,” you said, hitting his shoulder,”lighten up, holland.”

the two of you made your way up the front steps, passing couples making out against the outside of the house.

“kinda hard to lighten up when all i can think about it ripping that dress off you.” he said into your ear as you walked in, causing you to turn and look at him.

“play your cards right tonight and maybe you’ll get some.” you smiled, hands playing with the buttons on his shirt, undoing the first couple ones at the top. his eyes danced along your body, from the way your hair was loosely curled to the heels strapped onto your feet. you looked amazing, you always did. even in a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt, he couldn’t help but find you adorable.

“tommy,” you smiled, lifting his chin,”my eyes are up here.”

he felt a small blush form at his cheeks,”yeah, yeah, don’t flatter yourself.”

you laughed, fingers playing with his hair a bit before turning and walking, tom following close behind. you made your way into the kitchen, finding the bottles of alcohol and cups. you smiled as you grabbed the bottle of tequila, looking back up to tom.

“someone’s got a sense of humor.”

he chuckled,”or they’re just looking to get someone to do body shots.”

you nodded,”we should try that.”

he shrugged,”wouldn’t it blow our cover?”

you shook your head, grabbing the bottle of jack,”nah, don’t think so.”

tom reached over and handed you the bottle of coke, you smiled and thanked him.

“not drinking tonight?”

he shook his head,”someone’s gotta look after you.”

you let out a laugh,”i’m a big girl.”

you smiled, bringing the cup up to your lips, taking a sip of the drink. you pulled it back, your lip gloss leaving the outer rim sticky.

“not when you’re drunk.”

you rolled your eyes,”wanna go dance?”

you offered your hand to him and he took it into his, but before the two of you could make it out of the kitchen, harrison stumbled in.

“tom! y/n!” he smiled,”you made it!”

you laughed at your best friend, seeing lipstick all over his mouth and a few buttons on his button up were ripped off. you moved to give the blonde a hug, hand dripping toms.

“hey, haz! wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

tom and haz shared a hug before harrison slung his arm around your shoulder,”so, when did you two get here?”

“just walked in.” tom said.

harrison nodded,”cool, cool. i think nate plans on doing body shots later if that's what you two are into.”

tom smirked at you,”told you.”

you rolled your eyes,”we’ll see.”

“oh, come on!” harrison said,”it’ll be fun! maybe it’ll actually get tom laid.”

you held back a laugh as you smirked, taking another sip of your drink. toms eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the two of you.

“hey! i can get laid without the alcohol, thank you.”

you bit down on your lower lip, smiling.

“when’s the last time you got some then, hmm?” harrison asked,”i mean, seriously dude, i haven’t seen you leave a party with a girl other than y/n in a long time.”

tom rolled his eyes,”just because i don’t leave here without a girl on my arm doesn’t mean that i’m not getting laid.”

harrison turned to look at you,”how long has it been since tom’s had a girl at the apartment.”

you thought back to the night the two of you came up with the friends with benefits idea, smiling at tom as you answered,”maybe 8 to 9 months.”

“damn, dude! it’s been that long since you and-“

“don’t finish the sentence.” tom said, looking at harrison with serious eyes. you took another sip of your drink as you felt harrison tense a bit.

“sorry, yeah, i wasn’t-wasn't thinking. didn’t know it was still a, uhm, touchy subject.”

tom nodded,”it’s alright, just, don’t mention it anymore, yeah?”

“yeah, yeah, for sure,” harrison nodded,”imma go find nate, i’ll catch you guys later, alright?”

you nodded as harrison walked away, watching as tom reached for a cup. you smiled, watching him pour the alcohol of his choice into the cup.

“what happened to no drinking?”

he shrugged, taking a swig before looking at you,”harrison happened.”

“he didn’t mean it-“

“i know,” he said,”let’s just-let’s go dance, yeah?”

you nodded, sending him a soft smile before taking his hand and following him to the large group of people dancing. tom pulled you into the middle before pulling you against him, your arms snaking around his neck, chests pressed together as his hands wrapped around your waist.

“you okay?” you asked over the loud music. his brown eyes flickered back to yours before drifting off behind you again. with your eyebrows furrowed, you turned around, spotting the blonde haired girl dancing with some random dark haired guy.

you turned back to tom,”kiss me.”

he looked down at you confused,”what?”

“wanna make her jealous?” you asked,”then kiss me. she’s always hated me.”

he looked back at her before looking at you,”she’s not even looking at me-“

“she will when you just shut up and kiss me.”

he nodded, taking in a deep breath before dipping his head down and kissing you. his hand came up to your cheek as your lips moved together. your free hand ran through his hair as he licked at your bottom lip. you opened your mouth wider, letting his tongue in as his hands roamed around to grab at your ass. you yelped quietly against him, which made him let out a soft chuckle.

he pulled away eventually, lips leaving soft kisses against your skin, working their way down your neck. you let out a satisfied hum as he started sucking on the skin above your exposed collarbone, your fingers playing with his curls. once he left a mark, he kissed back up your neck before softly kissing your lips.

“is she looking now?” you asked. he looked behind you, his eyes meeting her green ones. he looked away quickly, nodding.

“see,” you smiled,”never doubt me.”

“hey, tom!” the blonde said, making her way over,”y/n.”

“hey, hailey.” you smiled, bringing your drink back up to your lips.

“h-hey, hailey.” tom said, looking at her.

“hey,” she smirked,”since when are you two a thing?”

“we’re no-“

“a couple months ago,” you smiled, resting your hand on tom’s chest,”yeah, just after you, you know, cheated on him.”

she crossed her arms,”i didn’t-“

“sorry?” you said, pretending not to hear her. she rolled her eyes.

“i didn’t cheat on him.”

you nodded,”tell yourself that.”

“you know, y/n,” she said, a devious smile on her lips,”you’ve always been a fucking bitch.”

you looked at her,”excuse me?”

“i think you heard me,” she said, stepping closer to you,”you’re just a no good piece of shit whore who’s probably just a rebound.”

you were practically seeing red at this point as she walked closer to you.

“admit it, y/n,” she scoffed,”toms only with you to make me jealous.”

something in you snapped, and as you brought your fist back, tom was quick enough to grab you, pulling you away from the blonde.

“put me down, thomas!” you yelled, trying to get out of his grip.

he ignored your protests as he carried you outside, taking you out to the car and putting you in the passenger's seat. you slumped back as tom shut the door, getting in on his side.

“why’d you stop me?” you asked after he shut the door.

“because,” he said,”not worth it.”

you looked at him,”i don’t know why you ever dated her.”

he started the car before turning to look at you,”yeah, i don’t know either.”

the car ride home was silent, nothing but the sound of music coming from the car radio. you looked out the window, watching as the trees and houses passed you. you finally turned and looked at him, taking in his side profile.

your heart stopped as you took in his features, his jawline, the curls that sat at the nape of his neck, his slightly crooked nose, his thin, but still kissable, lips. you found yourself falling head over heels for this boy, but you knew deep down he wouldn’t be there to catch you.

after all, no strings attached, right?

“like what you see?” he asked, eyes not leaving the road. you rolled your eyes.

“you wish.”

“then why’re you staring?”

“thinking about what to make fun of you for.” you shrugged.

“y’know, it’s okay to stare.” he said, looking to meet your eyes for a second before looking back at the road.

you rolled your eyes,”stop flattering yourself.”

he chuckled, hand moving to sit on top of yours that was playing with the ring on your middle finger, a habit you’ve had since freshman year of high school. his fingers interlocked with yours, which sent butterflies to your stomach.

“something on your mind?”

you shook your head,”nothing important.”

he looked at you,”if it’s not important you wouldn’t be fiddling with the ring.”

you sighed,”i’m supposed to be hearing back from this publishing company this week.”

toms eyes lit up,”that’s great!”

the lack of excitement on your face ruined his mood.

“or..or not! y’know, whatever you prefer-“

you laughed softly,”no, no! it’s good! really good, actually. that’s why i’m nervous.”

“cause it’s good?”

you nodded,”you know me, nothing ever goes good for me.”

he shrugged,”be optimistic, darling! this could be change for you to finally get what you’ve dreamed about.”

“i know,” you sighed,”but i’m-i’m scared, i guess? i don’t know.”

“well, just know that no matter what happens,” he said as he parked the car outside of your apartment building,”i’m here.”

you nodded,”and i’m here, too.”

the two of you got out and made your way into the building, taking the trip on the elevator before finding the apartment door, tom slipping his key in the lock and turning it before pushing the door open. the two of you walked in, closing the door and locking it behind you. you gently pushed tom against the back of the wooden door, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise as a smirk formed on his lips.

“eager?”

you rolled your eyes,”shut up.”

he grabbed you and switched places with you so he was the one pinning you against the door. his hands gripped your thigh, hiking it up onto his hips as his lower half grinded against you.

his lips kissed under your ear before whispering,“make me.”

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