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itsriabby · 1 month ago

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Mona Lisa - S.H. (Part 4)

“Talk to me”

actor!steve x makeupartist!reader

Trope: enemies x lovers

Wc: 3.5k

Warnings: angst, fluff, angst again, family trauma, mention of death, crying, slow-burn… One step forward, three steps back today. Hope you like it!

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“You sure this is how it’s supposed to look like?”

You slap his chest offended, though with a small grin on your face “Shut up, you moron!”

After a week of this newfound “friendship” with Steve, you can confidently say that he in an absolute idiot.

You really thought the bugging and annoying you would stop, but no, it’s actually worse. The only difference is now he actually laughs about it instead of looking like he wants to strangle you. That’s fine by you, at least you can exist in the same space now. One small step for normal people, one giant leap for Steve and you.

“I just think it looks a little halloweeny.” He frowns but keeps his teasing smirk in place.

You raise an eyebrow “Do you want me to make it real? Cause personally, I’d love to.” You point to the fake vfx wound on the side of his face. A laceration all the way from bellow his eye to his jaw, taking his entire cheek.

If he insults your makeup skills one more time…

“Oh well, Angela would’ve-“

“I dare you to finish that sentence…” you point a threatening finger at him. If looks could kill, he’d be incinerated.

He raises his arms in surrender “Alright Sunshine, you sure are a ball of light.” He mutters sarcastically under his breath.

You scoff “Yeah sure, like you’re such a sweetheart.”

“I am, actually.” He grins at you.

“Oh yeah?” You mock him, getting closer in front of him and crossing your arms. He’s sitting down so that gives you an advantage, towering over him in fake superiority “Says who?”

He feigns thinking and taps his chin with his finger “Well… GQ, People, seventeen, Vogue-“

“Ok, ok… alright, I get it Mr. Heartthrob.” You roll your eyes and back up a little, deciding to leave this battle for another day, as if you haven’t obviously lost.

You pick up the fake blood and start dabbing it on the fake wound with a q-tip.

“Heartthrob, huh? Am I getting YOUR heart throbbing?” He singsongs with a smug smile.

“Ew, Steven, don’t ever say throb again I’m gonna be sick.” You make a disgusted face and fake shiver.

His facade falls and he nods with a frown “Yeah, actually that sounded a lot better in my head.”

You snort at that, which seems to make Steve forget about his embarrassment. He now looks up at you with a soft smile, all while you keep doing the vfx.

You don’t know how to feel about it.

He’s been doing it a lot. It seems like your friend status has made him a lot more confident around you, and sometimes he just stares at you for a while. You don’t like it. It just makes you nervous and sweaty. You suppose you don’t really like attention that much or something.

“You wanna take a picture? It’ll last longer.” You mumble with a straight face, concentrated on your task.

“Now that you say it, yeah.”

You immediately stop your brushstrokes, stepping back to inspect his face. He looks dead serious.

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

He chuckles lightly at your bafflement and reaches for his bag, taking out a Polaroid camera “I bought it last week, trying a new hobby and all. So yeah, I’d be cool to take a photo of you.” He points at you nonchalantly with the camera.

You shake your head effusively.

“I wasn’t serious.” You unconsciously take a couple steps back, which makes him get up from the chair and get closer to you, camera still in hand.

“I am.” He looks down at the device and checks if it has film. It does.

“Wait, Steven don’t, you’re just gonna waste your film, I’m like, not photogenic at all.” You look to the side so your face is not fully showing.

You’re not ashamed of yourself, not in the slightest. You know you’re not ugly. You consider yourself cute, pretty even in certain occasions. Still, you don’t like photos.

Scratch that, you hate photos.

Ever since your brother was able to function, he had a camera in his hands.

Your mom used to see a lot of art documentaries, very boring, very long documentaries. She saw them as a way of inspiration to decorate spaces, anything that could make her come up with the new best idea. So, your mother had once fallen asleep watching a particularly slow one, and the next had rolled in, that one being about photography. Your brother was very young at the time, but somehow, it stuck with him. Ever since that moment, he became enamored with cameras.

He brought one everywhere you went; parks, vacations, school, nana’s house, the backyard, piano lessons… Also, as his big sister and the one he spent the most time with, you were on most of them, if not all.

The albums are somewhere in the attic of your house, probably drowning in dust. No one’s touched them since…

Well, the point is, you dread having your picture taken.

“I don’t care, and that’s DEFINITELY not true.” He grins at what he thinks is you being playful.

“Steven, stop it.” You put both your hands in front of you, shutting down the view from the lens.

“Nope.” He shakes his head menacingly and takes your hands off, putting the camera higher.

You grind your teeth together, feeling how the steady flow of your heartbeat is increasing by the second.

He needs to stop.

“Seriously, this isn’t funny.” You try to step beside him to get away, but he steps in front of you, nudging you softly to the wall again.

You’re starting to forget how to breathe.

“Didn’t say it was.” He contradicts himself with a smile. He raises the lens to his eye, his finger on the shutter button “C’mon, say cheeseeee!”

“Steve, no, stop.” You try to push him back gently but he doesn’t budge.

Then you hear it. The click of the shutter.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Before you can see the flash, you quickly shove Steve away, making him drop the camera.

It breaks the second it touches the floor.

He steps back startled, his eyes zeroed on his former new hobby.

You drop your knees to the floor and start picking up the pieces panicking “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’ll buy you a new one I swear.” You try to hold back the tears as you fish for all the broken parts.

He breaks out of his stunned trance and lowers himself to help you gather it “It’s my fault, I didn’t back off.” You can hear the defeat in his voice. He didn’t deserve for you to go all crazy on him “I thought you were joking, I’m sorry.”

You stay quiet as you keep your hands occupied, afraid that if you speak you’ll reveal how affected you are.

Which doesn’t work at all because Steve “the starer” Harrington notices right away.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He tries to hold your face so you’ll look at him but you step away.

“Nothing.” You avoid his gaze and stand up, leaving all the pieces in a empty space on the table.

He imitates your moves, standing up right in front of you. He searches for your eyes but they won’t look at him. He whispers your name “Please, look at me.”

You don’t comply.

It seems he doesn’t back off that easily, because he crouches slightly so your eyes are at the same level. His fingers rest under your chin “Talk to me, what’s going on?” Before he can tilt your head up to face him, you step beside him, walking to the exit.

“I have to go.” You mutter.

He takes your wrist so softly, you easily yank it away.

“But-“

“Your makeup’s done, you can return to set when you’re ready.” With that, you step out and shut the door behind you, leaving Steve glum and disoriented.

This isn’t a big deal. You can’t make it a big deal. Just say you were feeling sick later. He’ll understand.

You’ll buy a new camera. Everything will be back to normal as if nothing happened.

Cause nothing happened. Nothing’s wrong. You’re ok. Totally fine.

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You’ve been avoiding Steve all day.

Every time you had to fix any of the cast’s makeup, you did so as fast as possible, coming and leaving in a span of seconds. By the time he reached whatever actor, you were gone.

He’ll forget about it. If you don’t talk for a while his mind will erase it from his memory and get to more important issues. Then you’ll be back to normal.

Until then, hide and seek it is.

You know it seems immature but this really can’t become a thing. It’s too much you’ve accepted to be his friend, you haven’t even opened up to your actual friends, let alone to your former nemesis.

Ok, maybe nemesis is a bit harsh, but the point is the point.

Play it cool. That’s it.

You’ve successfully finished your work day without encountering certain actor, and it feels like a victory.

Fully packed bag on, you feel a tap on your shoulder.

Of course, he can’t ever stay away, can he?

“Look, Steven I need to get goi-“

“I need your help.”

You turn around at that. The whole set is mainly gone, it’s actually pretty strange that he’s still here now.

The makeup you did for him is still on his face, although not quite as it was 8 hours ago. It looks like he’s been scrubbing it away.

“What’s up?” You keep your face emotionless, ready to claim to have to get home the minute he tries to talk things over.

He scratches his jaw with his nails “It’s the makeup, I’ve been looking for that industrial special glue remover you told me but I can’t find it. It’s quite literally imposible to take this off any other way, trust me, I’ve tried.” He looks at you hopeful.

Alright. It’s just help finding something. You can do that.

“Ok… um, I left it on your trailer, are you sure it’s not there?” You frown trying to remember it’s location.

“Hm-hmm.” He nods “You can take a look yourself, maybe you didn’t put it there.”

You make a grimace. You definitely did.

You both walk to Steve’s trailer in silence.

He looks like he wants to ask you about earlier, but knows better. You stay quiet.

When you reach your destination, you’re the first in, crouching down to look at his drawers in case he missed something.

Then you hear the door shutting with a key.

“Steven?”

“Yeah?”

You’re still looking straight into the drawer “Was that the lock I heard?”

You can practically hear him shrug “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Now you turn around.

“Listen, I don’t have time for this right now, I need to-“

“Get home, I know.” He imitates you with his hands in his pockets. Completely calm.

“Then what are you doing?” You raise your voice a little, face making a scowl.

“We need to talk.” He crosses his arms.

You do the same “No we don’t.”

“Yes we do.”

You huff “Are we just going to go back and forth?” You raise your eyebrows in exasperation.

“You’re not getting out until we talk so… if back and forth is what you want, then take a seat, we have all night.” He says the last part with a condescending smile, pointing to the sofa behind you.

“You’re unbelievable.”

He tilts his head sideways sarcastically “I thought YOU were.”

You scoff indignantly and turn around, choosing to not look at him right now.

You take in the space better now. You’ve been there once to bring him the remover, but hadn’t really looked.

It’s nothing out of this world. There’s a sofa, a tv, a mini fridge, a microwave, a small counter, a chair, a bathroom… it’s the normal for these things.

It’s the details that stuck out to you. There are various children sketches of his character on the walls, along with some fan letters. The mini fridge has a couple magnets from New York, and also one from Hawkins, wherever that is. Lastly, stuck to the sides of the mirror, there are multiple photos; of him and Robin, him and a couple his age, a group of kids… He looks so happy in all of them. Are they his friends? Family? It looks like it.

You long for something like that.

“Do you like it?” You look back to see him point to to the “decor”. There’s a proud look on his face.

You nod “It’s nice.”

It’s much more than nice. But he’s locked you in this room so you can’t be too good to him right now.

He looks down with a pensative look. He probably doesn’t know how to approach you. Been there.

He decides to sit down on the chair in front of the mirror. His hand reaches down to take something he’s hidden there, and brings out the glue remover. Of course.

“Can you help me? I actually can’t take it off, that wasn’t a lie.” He smiles apologetically, although you know he doesn’t regret this at all.

You sigh.

You suppose if you’re gonna be stuck here for a while, you might as well take the prosthetic off.

You take the item from him and he breaks out a triumphant smile. His thighs part, making space for you, and you fill it, stepping into his space.

You don’t even know why you’re getting so close to him, but it’s been a long day, so you do whatever feels right. And this does.

“Look up.” You mutter. He obliges.

As you take a cotton pad with the solution and begin dabbing the edges of the silicone cut, you begin to feel how intimate your position is. His hands are hovering on the sides of your hips, not touching, but still there.

His presence is overwhelming, and you hate the way he’s looking at you. You hate that it gets a reaction out of you, out of your body. Before you can tell yourself to stop, you’re stepping closer, your thighs touching his.

You don’t know what this means, but you don’t have time to think about it, not when it feels so right.

Is this what friends feel like? You don’t have a lot to compare it to.

“Are you mad at me?” He whispers looking deep into your eyes. You can’t even describe the softness of his look, of him.

You surprise yourself shaking your head no.

“I don’t like photos.” You match the timbre of his voice.

“I’ve gathered as much.” He chuckles lightly. So do you. Until you remember.

“I’m sorry about your camera.”

He flinches a little when you start tugging the silicone off, the material being very stuck to his face. When you’re done, you keep pressing the cotton on his skin, using it as an excuse to stay this way. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything.

“I don’t care about the camera, I could buy the whole store if I wanted to.” He frowns.

You huff sarcastically “How humble.”

He takes you by surprise by holding your free hand, taking it in both of his hands and lowering them on his lap, holding it there. Hes trying to comfort you. You don’t want to admit that it’s working “Why do you hate photos?”

“Not… not photos in general, I do like photos. I just don’t like it when I’m in them.” You try to explain it the laziest way possible so he can leave it be.

But of course he doesn’t, he’s Steve Harrington.

He gives you a look to keep going. You don’t know if it’s the intimacy of the position, the familiarity of his presence, or the way he looks at you like he cares, but you spill it all out.

He nods trying to understand “So… You only like it when your brother takes your picture?”

“Took.” The words feel sour in your mouth. It’s still uncomfortable to talk about this after so many years.

Steve frowns confused “Does he not do it anymore?”

“Uh… yeah, not anymore.”

“That sucks.” Steve gives you a sad smile, still, you don’t think he’s gotten the hint “I could buy him a camera too, it’s actually a very easy hobbie to pick up again-”

You shake your head “No, Harrington, he doesn’t-”

“Really, it’s ok, I could take him with me to-”

“He passed away” You cut him off.

“Oh.” His shoulders slump, taking in this new information.

“Yeah…” You nod avoiding his pitiful gaze. You don’t like talking about it “It was a long time ago though, so don’t feel like you need to coddle me or anything, I can take it.”

“Yeah, I know.” He whispers with the same softness as before. “I’m sorry for your loss, I can’t even imagine how awful that was.” He grips your hand harder, trying to convey how much he feels.

You shrug “You learn to live with it.”

After that, you stay in the comfort of one another for a while.

He fills the silence telling you about each and every person in the photos on the mirror. He tells you about their character, their dynamics, what they’re currently doing… You know he does it to make you feel better, to take your mind off of the other subject.

It’s like he knew exactly what you needed, not to wallow in pity, not to talk about it, or give you one of those “you’re so brave” speeches… He just knows. You’re grateful for it, for him.

After he’s finished talking about some kid named Dustin, He makes eye contact again, looking at you with a glimmer in his eyes. He looks like he’s deciding if he should tell you something.

He puts a hand on your hip, burning you with his touch.

You’re nervous again.

He opens up his mouth.

What is it? Say it.

A knock on the door breaks you apart. You step back as if his touch burned you, getting back to reality.

What did you do?

Now Steve knows one of your saddest memories, one of your secrets, one of your weak points. Now he can use it against you.

Or worse.

Now he can leave. And you don’t want him to.

“Shit, right.” Steve fumbles with the keys in his pockets and stands up to open the door.

Both of your awkwardness is replaced by surprise when he opens up the door to find the person you’d least expect there.

“Billy?” You wonder, shocked to see him again, to find him in your work place.

He’s wearing some jeans and a Jean vest, a tight T-shirt underneath. You have to admit, he suits it incredibly well.

One of his hands is resting on the side of the door, leaning on it, while the other is holding a half smoked cigarette.

“Hello Darling.” He smirks “Harrington.” He acknowledges him briefly, his eyes not leaving yours.

“What are you doing here?” Steve spits, rage oozing from him.

Why does he hate him so much?

“Oh, I remembered you saying pretty girl worked with you, so I came to pay a visit.” His gaze moves back to you, a seductive look fixed on it “I never got to ask for your number.”

“You want my number?” You tilt your head puzzled. It’s been more than a week since you met, you didn’t think he was interested.

“That’s what i said.” He inhales smoke from the cigarette, then lets it fall to the ground, smashing it with the sole of his shoe “So? Can I take you out sometime?”

“Sure” You nod with a slight frown, still confused. He’s cute, why not?

You give him your number, scribbling it on a piece of paper and watching him walk away with a smirk and a wink.

You’re so surprised, you don’t even notice Steve’s expression. He’s been tense since Billy arrived. His jaw clenched, eyebrows pinched together, and a fuming look, even you are scared to talk to him.

“Steve?” You push his arm.

He immediately faces you, anger bubbling out of him “Are you seriously going to go out with him? Are you dumb?”

You take a step back, baffled “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. He’s an asshole, you might not know him as much as I do, but you’d have to be out of your mind to actually consider going.” He’s upset, he’s taking it out on you. Just like he did when you met.

“Are you serious?” Why is he talking to you like that? Where is that soft spoken boy you told part of your life story to minutes ago “Why are you talking to me like that? I thought we were friends now.”

That seems to struck a nerve. It looks like it stung, like it hurt him. You have no idea why.

“Yeah well, as your friend I’m telling you to back off.” Of him. Of Billy he means. But it comes across differently.

He’s not measuring his words, his feelings, his anger. He doesn’t mean to make you feel bad, he just wants you to stay away from Billy.

He didn’t go about it in the best way.

You bite your cheek, fencing off the tears. What a rubbish fucking day.

“Then you’re a pretty shitty friend.” You leave the trailer, not bothering to look back at the boy.

You put your things in the trunk. When you’re behind the wheel and kilometers away from set, that’s when you let your tears flow.

Maybe you’re not meant to be friends.

And oh, how right you are.

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soobnny · 2 years ago

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classmate au | sim jake

❝ i’m sorry we only got 26/30 on this worksheet ❞

jake…

oh jake.

student athlete and math genius jake

you’re in the same class but he feels so far because he hangs out with his rly pretty friends

u can only look from afar

he’s always a tiny bit late to class

always drawing attention to his pretty boy face 😞

at 7:30, the bell rings and classes start

at 7:31, jake walks into class late

but the teachers always give him a pass bc how could they not when he smiles at them like that and apologizes like that

even ur teachers are down bad

he probably becomes your class representative for that one strict teacher’s class bc they always have a soft spot for jake

u want the deadline of the homework extended? ask jake to message them

he sits in the middle seats

not too prim and punctual to be at the front

but still likes school enough not to completely goof around at the back

sometimes your math teacher lets you do quizzes and worksheets by pair

(it’s the only way some of you can get a passing grade)

by statistics and some type of sampling, you end up getting partnered up with jake

“hi, good morning,” he’d greet with his infamous smile

now you get why all the teachers swoon for him

he’s so cute. this is going to be a problem

this is going to be a BIG problem

you were already bad at math, and now there’s a big pretty distraction sitting next to you

though, tbh, you were also relieved when you heard your name with his bc he’s ltrly known as a math genius

he’s one of the students that teachers excuse for their math contests

and wait 😭 did he just say something to u? did he ask about a formula bc u honestly have no clue

“(name)?” he’d shake your shoulder gently and it’s enough to bring you back on earth

“sorry, did you ask something?”

“oh, i’m done … if u wanted to compare answers? or if u trust me enough?”

you trust him enough

he’s ltrly THE carry

jake will speedrun differential calculus like he’s writing the alphabet

uh oh.

why does he look so HOT with his pencil and the way he writes numbers

you’re going insane

you should never be paired with jake ever again

but by some twist of fate, you always end up as jake’s partner in numerous activities

lab work and experiments and communication reports?

“jake and (name),” the teacher would announce

ofc… typical of friends, they HAVE to push you around as you walk to your seat beside jake’s

while you’re of great help with anything else, you’re starting to feel bad about his literal carry in math tho

“are you sure it’s ok? i’m just rly horrible i’m sorry,” you’d apologize

he would just laugh and dismiss your concerns

“nooo, it’s okay. i’m fine! i can tell you didn’t get enough sleep last night”

(you spent the night binging a new show that came out)

your stomach doesn’t feel so good after that one.

who gave him the right to NOTICE things now???

when your teacher returns your paired worksheets, he has the GALL to apologize

a big fat 29/30 will be written on top and he’d say “oh i’m sorry we had one mistake 😕” like BOY SHUT UP !!!!

after your partner shenanigans, you’d start talking more in the classroom

he’d give u a fist bump if u bumped into each other in the hallways while walking with ur respective friend groups

sometimes even shout your name to get your attention only to wave at you

“why are you smiling like that?,” sunghoon would ask accusingly

and you know what? jake has no shame

“(name). she’s pretty cute, no?”

BYE absolutely no shame

so now, when he speedruns an activity, you’ll find him hovering around you until he starts to make conversation

if the teacher leaves early ?? suddenly he’s transported to the seat next to yours and flirting

being friends with jake is chaotic…. bc that would automatically mean being friends with HIS loud ass friends

pretty friends have upgraded to pretty LOUD friends

they’re so annoying too

“jake and (name), can you buy us water?”, heeseung would ask

WHY R U BUYING WATER FOR HEESEUNG

but jake’s already taking your hand and dragging you away bc he will take every opportunity to hang out with you alone

BTW computer science god idk i just got the vibes

during valentines that year, he codes you a little website please end me

mind you, you aren’t even together yet

he just codes for you as a friend 😂😂😂 as if anyone’s believing that

oh and he also avails those anonymous services so you’ll just be receiving flowers from the student council throughout the day

“oooooh, who are those from,” he would be smiling like it’d be so painfully obvious it’s from him

“do you like them?” NOOOOOOO he just wants to know ok!!! tell him you love them please

OK back to normal no more valentines

when class dismisses, you’d find him lounging around the basketball court with heeseung

sweaty….. wet hair…. oh dear

jake is a sight to see when he’s playing basketball

u usually sit at the bleachers anyway bc ur friends enjoyed watching

he is SOOOOO annoying esp now that you’ve grown closer over the months

he’d make stupid plays and draw attention to you 100%

“if i get this shot in, will you go on a date with me?”

cue the screams and the teasing and the fake vomiting as you’re pushed around

OFC he makes the shot

he’s sim jake, math genius AND student athlete

“so, tomorrow after class?”

“huh?? i thought you were joking??”

“what? no! have i not been obvious? i ltrly flirt with you evry chance i get??”

“well… idk! maybe you do that with everyone!”

“only you”

OK WISH I WERE YOU THEN 😒😒😒😒😒

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

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babeydollx · 1 year ago

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Jealousy | JJ Maybank

୨୧ Warnings: cursing, smut, oral sex, fingering.

୨୧ Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Reader

୨୧ Summary: In which, JJ gets jealous of Y/N's friendship with John B after Y/N comes back from a 2 month long trip.

୨୧ Word Count: 1.5k

୨୧ Author's Note: Damn, this was the first fic I ever wrote two years ago, it's fairly obvious by the writing lmao. I am going to be reuploading all of my fics to match the changes I am making to my blog so.

You sat by the fire. Taking in the crisp autumn air around you, you’re happy to finally get to see your friends again, especially your boyfriend. You’ve been gone for two months with your parents because of your father’s work. JJ walks over to you with two beers in hand then passes you one.

“I’m so glad I get to see you again babe..” JJ smiled sitting down before giving you a gentle kiss on your head. You smile and rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m glad too. I really missed this.” You said as he wrapped an arm around you. “Hey! Don’t hog Y/N! We missed her too.” Kiara said with a chuckle as she sits beside you, pulling you away from JJ into a hug. You laugh and hug her back, then look over to JJ. He looked annoyed.

“Ok Kie.. I get that you missed her but, I’d like to spend sometime with my girlfriend. It’s been two months since I’ve got to see her.” JJ said with a sigh. “Oh come on JJ.” John B said as he sat down with the rest of you. “She’s our best friend too, we missed her as much as you did.” “Sorry babe.. looks like you have to share for a little bit.” You giggled softly but blew him a kiss to make him feel better.

JJ chuckled quietly and pretended to catch it in his hand and put his hand over his heart. “Okay I get that you two love birds missed each other, but please, save that shit for later.” Pope said as he sipped his beer. You jokingly flipped him off. That’s how your relationship with Pope worked, you both teased and made fun of each other, that’s how you bonded.

Pope rolled his eyes playfully and took another sip of his beer. “But really Kie, now you’re hogging her, let JB and I see her too.” he chuckled “Fineee..” Kiara chuckled and let go of you, so you went and sat in-between John B and Pope. John B hugged you, gently squeezing. You giggled and hugged him back. John B was your best friend. You had known him even before JJ met him.

After you got a few drinks into you, you were playfully messing with John B. “I- okay is this how it’s going to be? Fine.” John B laughed and started tickling you making you squeal. “I- ok ok.. I’m sorry just stop!” You giggled. JJ watched you and John B laugh and mess around, all you could see in his eyes was jealousy. He didn’t enjoy sharing you, even with your friends and seeing the way you were with John B right now made it worse. JJ looked away from both then got up to get another beer.

Pope, Kiara, and John B had already left so it was just you and JJ now. You were a little tipsy but still aware of your surroundings. JJ was drunk and sitting on the couch, he seemed annoyed. “Baby..? Are you ok?” You asked sitting beside him and took one of his hands into your own.

“Do you love me? Or are you just with me to get close to John B?” He said sounding irritated. “Wait.. JJ where is this coming from?” You cupped his face to make him look at you, worry filled your eyes. “You and John B. I saw the way you acted with him tonight. You barely even acknowledged me.” JJ frowned. Even though he was drunk he was still making sense.

“I mean.. I was with you the second I got home this morning, we were together all day today baby.. and I loved it, trust me. Nothing makes me happier than being with you but, I also wanted to spend time with you and John B, Kiara, and Pope. I missed them too baby.” You said as you frowned a little. “I- I know..” JJ sighed. “I just missed you so much and.. I didn’t want to share you. I wanted you for myself.” He said. “Mmm.. well nothing is new there..” You giggled softly. “Plus.. you wore my favorite bikini tonight. You looked… so fucking hot. I couldn’t even keep my eyes off you.” JJ said as he got close to your ear, his hot breath tickled your skin. “You have no idea how much I just wanted to fuck you.” He whispered.

You bit back a whimper. You could feel yourself getting wet. You then closed your legs tightly. JJ looked down and smirked. “Mmm.. don’t close those legs yet baby.” He said as he spread your legs again. He pulled at the strings on both sides of your bikini bottoms, making the fabric fall off, your pussy now exposed. He then did the same to your bikini top so you were now naked.

JJ studied your body for a moment biting his lip. JJ then tugged his swimming trunks off and stood up beside the couch. You giggled and got onto your knees knowing exactly what he wanted. Your mouth latched onto his cock as you started to suck. JJ let out a low groan as you kept bobbing your head now taking in his full length. JJ let out a loud moan before pulling you up to kiss you passionately. You slithered your tongue into the kiss as he grabbed your waist pulling you closer.

JJ pulled back then picked you up making your legs wrap around his waist and he took you to his room. He walked in, shut the door, and tossed you onto the bed. You giggled as he got on top of you and kissed you hungrily. JJ then kissed down your jawline, then down your neck, and then to your breasts. His mouth latched onto your left nipple as he massaged your right breast with his hand. You let out a moan and gently bit your lip. He then switched now sucking on your right nipple, massaging the left. “mm.. JJ just fuck me already.” You whimpered tugging at his hair.

“Patience Baby Girl..” He said as he kissed down your stomach. He then reached to where you wanted him most. He planted a kiss on your clit. You giggled softly and played with his hair. He then licked up your wet folds. You let out another moan as he began to pump a finger into you while licking your clit. You let out a loud moan and tugged on his hair. “I- mm.. JJ I’m close.” You moaned out.

“Then cum for me baby.” He smirked putting a second finger into you and went back to licking your clit at the same time. You kept moaning out feeling a knot in your stomach. JJ kept fucking you with his fingers faster, he was intent on making you cum right there. You let out one last moan as you released on his fingers, trembling and tugging at his hair. JJ licked your juices off his fingers then put your legs over his shoulders, positioning himself. He decided to tease you a little more first, rubbing the tip of his dick against your folds. “JJ please fuck me already..” You whimpered.

Without a warning JJ thrusted into you easily because of how wet you were. You let out a loud moan and grabbed the sheets. JJ began to pound into you. You kept moaning out and grabbed your breasts squeezing them. JJ grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, his eyes now trained on your breasts. He kept hitting your g-spot now making you scream.

“Mm.. you like that baby? Does that feel good?” He asked letting out a moan. You could barely form words, you were a moaning mess at this point and that turned him on more. JJ let go of your wrists and pulled out then flipped you onto your stomach. He slapped your ass hard before thrusting into your entrance again.

“Oh fuck Y/N! You feel so good!” JJ moaned out going faster. “I- fuck JJ!” You moaned out. “I- I’m close..” You gasped out and you grabbed onto the sheets. JJ slapped your ass again, there was now a red handprint on your ass. You moaned louder until you eventually reached your high and came. JJ thrusted into you a few more times before pulling out and releasing his seeds onto your back.

You giggled catching your breath and laid down. JJ laid beside you and held you close as you rested your head on his chest. “Damn.. that was.. so hot.” He said catching his breath. You giggled and bit your lip. “Yeah.. I missed our sex.”

“I’m sorry for getting so jealous over you and John B. It was dumb and childish, he’s your best friend..” JJ said kissing your head. “It’s ok baby..” You smiled and lifted your head up to kiss his cheek. “I love you Y/N.” He said kissing your head. “I love you too JJ.” You smiled holding onto him tightly. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut and you fell asleep in JJ’s arms.

୨୧ Author's Note: thank you so much for reading, angels!

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bloodyinkandquill · 8 months ago

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Ban Hammer x Reader

it is two am, istg do not write on this until the morning me, i will hate you i have to be up in five hours let’s go to bed

ok i didn’t write this but i did stay up another hour and a half listening to a true crime podcast so…

- You’d think dating a 6’11 demigod who owns the most secure prison in Inpherno would not be on someone’s to-do list, but for you it was different, you knew him more than just the fearsome warden, to you he was your lover and honestly, a bit of a big softy

- Ban Hammer was big, he knew that, really strong too, so he was more than just a little afraid of hurting you, especially if he had his big and sharp armor on, he liked being physically affectionate, but he did worry about hurting you, so he’d wait until he’d taken off his armor you hug you, which did sort of feel like being swallowed whole since he’s such a large man, but it felt safe and warm so you never minded it

- He was gruff and tough but after a long day he enjoyed just laying face down the couch as you stroked his head pulling it to rest on your lap, he’d just lie there as you tried to convince him to get up, take off his armor, get some water, etc, he’d grumble about it but eventually get up

- Hope you like golf, he loves taking you to go golf, he’d never admit this but it’s mostly because when he does good you tell him how great of a shot he was and other junk like that and he enjoyed the praise, if you didn’t like golf he wouldn’t mind you sitting back as long as you were there together, and you were paying attention to him, he may be your boyfriend but he’s very clingy like a puppy, he also loved receiving praise from you, he already thinks very highly of himself but hearing you say those things feels even better to him

- He’d probably take you on very fancy dinner dates, to those really nice restaurants, though you have to make the reservations because he can be a little high strung and will demand certain things like a good seat, or a discount, so to avoid him getting mad at some poor waitress you make them for the both of you

- Like mentioned he’s super cuddly and snuggly, he loves just holding you as he sleeps, or sitting very close to you to the point he’s practically on top of you, you sometimes have to tell him that’s he’s crushing you, he moves immediately and feels bad, you tell him it’s fine but how about you sit on him instead

- Unironically uses sorta cheesy pet names, you’d expect him to be more creative with it but I feel like he’d use ‘baby, babe, sweetheart, etc’ though something funny he does is he has his voice and then his warden voice, loud and commanding to demand respect and fear, sometimes he forgets to turn it off when he gets home so he gets home and says in a gruff unamused voice ‘babe i’m home!’ to the point it sounds sorta angry, you crack up and he clears his throat before saying it snot that funny, as you’re doubling over in laughter

- The first time you met Windforce was terrifying, he loved you but he loved his mom more, if she said she didn’t like you that would be it, and if you pissed her off you feared her wrath, luckily she thought you were fine, obviously she has a distaste for mortals but you make her boy happy so she puts up with you, maybe not fully liking you but she doesn’t mind you, as long as you don’t annoy her she doesn’t care

- Thought meeting Windforce was scary? One time Ban Hammer said his whole family was having a dinner party, Firebrand organized it trying to keep the family all together and connected, and Ban Hammer wanted to bring you to meet all his uncles and few cousins, you didn’t wanna say no but holy shit you were terrified, you were about to meet literally the entirety of the SFotH, which was definitely intimidating, luckily they all at the very least didn’t dislike you, and you got to meet Flipside which was cool, but holy shit when you go home you let out the biggest breath ever since you were so on edge the whole time

hope you enjoyed! had fun writing it and thinking of all this junk, anyways до свидания!

#x reader #phighting #phighting x reader #phighting!#ban hammer x reader #banhammer x reader #phighting ban hammer #ban hammer phighting #banhammer phighting #phighting banhammer

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schoolspiritsfan14 · 2 months ago

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You Belong With Me 💙🏈📖

It's here! My first ever fan fiction story is live! Part 1 is below and I really hope you enjoy it. Im also still learning stuff so bear with me as I figure it out :) Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N

NSFW: eventually there will be smut but i will share which part has it in advance. This is a slow burn story between Wally and Y/N like really slow but trust me it’s worth it 😉

Story Summary:

You and Wally, best friends since birth, you decide to confess your love at the 1983's homecoming game. After a tragic accident, you remain with Wally and other ghosts for eternity. 40 years later, you decide it’s time to finally admit your feelings until someone else asks him out.

Part 1 Summary:

You and Wally have been best friends since birth thanks to your moms also being best friends. You and Wally are experiencing senor year together talking about your future at collage and talking about the big upcoming homecoming game. After keeping a secret from him since Junior year, you decide to tell him after the game.

Part 1:

You and Wally have been best friends since birth. His mom and my mom are best friends, and we are even born 5 days apart. Wally had always been there for you even though he was sometimes annoying, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Fast forward a couple of years and we are in our senior year of High school and absolutely dreading collage. Not that you weren’t a good student or anything you were always top of the class. You knew what you wanted to do and that was to become the next best-selling Author. You had a passion for literature and been dreaming of becoming the next Angela Carter. You just dread change always have and always will. Wally on the other hand already had a scholarship for football his mom is so proud, but you could tell deep down that he was holding something back. Something he hasn’t even admitted to himself.

You were sitting on the bleachers reading your book and watching Wally and the football team practice for the big homecoming game on Saturday.

“Y/N did you see what I just did? That was gnarly!” Wally yelled as he came running over to you, all sweaty and gorgeous. Unbeknownst to Wally you have had feelings for him since Junior year of school, but you were too scared to tell him. “No Wally, sorry I was reading, but I’m sure it was good” you said as butterflies exploded in your stomach. You have no idea how you’ve kept yourself together around him for so long.

Wally sat in front of you in the bleachers to have a drink from your water bottle because you always carry one knowing he always forgets his. “Good? Y/N that was the best play the coach as seen! You have to take a break from reading and watch me, please?” He gave you that look, the same look that he’s always used to get you to do whatever he wants. “Ok fine. I can’t stay much longer it’s getting late; you know how my parents get when I’m late for dinner” you say putting your book in your bag. “CLARK! Get your butt back on the field” The football coach yelled at Wally landing all eyes on you. “I’ll see you later, ok” Wally said as he got back onto the field.

You sit back and begin reading again until you are distracted once again. “He’s never going to love you Y/N. The quarterback and a nerd that’s tragic. He will eventually drop you and want to hang out with me instead” Amy snares as her and her bitchy friends laugh clearly trying to hurt your feelings. “You know what Amy; I don’t need him to love me like that I know he does.” You reply back confidently. “Besides Wally doesn’t like girls with a big ego like yours.” As you get up to walk away you can hear Amy and her friends gasp at you and you can’t help but to let out a little giggle.

As you leave the bleachers you can see Wally at a distance and hold up your hand into a phone near your ear singling you will call him later. You see him nod and walk to your car. As soon as you get home you are interrupted by your little sister, Mary. “Did you finally tell Wally you are in love with him already? You guys will be like the ultimate power couple of all of Split River High!” You sigh “Mary geez can you talk quieter? I don’t want Mom and Dad to hear” You sling your bag on the bottom step of the staircase. “Oh sweetheart, we already know how you feel for him.” Your mom chimed in from the kitchen. “I the only one who doesn’t know is Wally himself” She added. Lovely just lovely, somehow everyone knows about my crush. “Wait. How do you know? Did you say something Mary?” You said annoyed at your sister. “Sweetie, it’s so obvious how you feel. Its cute. Two best friends since birth developing feelings and falling in love. Now that’s a romance story I would read!” Mom said giggling with Mary. “Ok cool I’m going to wash up and we won’t talk about this more” you slurred leaving the kitchen to head up to your room.

You thought as you entered your room. Maybe it was time to admit your feelings to Wally. He could feel the same was as you did. Or worse he doesn’t, and you ruin your only friendship you’ve ever had. The thing about yourself you liked to keep to yourself. Got all your schoolwork done and wouldn’t dare be seen at a party unless it was one that Wally through. You and him are the complete opposite in the social scene but you somehow worked not because you were desisted to be friends by our parents by because you and him got on so well. Screw it, I’m telling him after the homecoming game. You thought to yourself as you walked back downstairs for dinner.

Part 2

#wally clark #school spirits #milo manheim #new story #schoolspiritsfan14 #amateur writer #you belong with me story #wally clark fanfiction #wally clark x reader

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funnyjb · 5 months ago

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To All of the Boys I Loved Before

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Summary: you have always fantasized about finding the one but never knew who that one would be. You wrote about your love in letters and spilling your feelings for whom ever your one may be. What happens when one of those letters get sent?

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“Y/n Taylor!”- Katie (your sister)

You bounced out of bed from your sister yelling out for you from the kitchen downstairs. It was the first day of junior year. You weren’t as nervous as you thought you would be. You were going into junior with a great best friend and the courage to try out for the cheerleading squad again and hopefully get in for the second time.

You quickly brushed your teeth and did your hair and subtle but cute makeup. You then quickly changed into your first day of school outfit.

“Y/N!”- Katie

“Coming!”- you

God she’s so annoying

You grabbed your school bag and headed downstairs.

“Let’s go.”- you

Katie grabbed her helmet.

“Why do you have that?”- you

“Because you’re driving.”- Katie

You rolled your eyes

“Get in the car.”- you

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The hall was filled with squeals and laughter from friends not seeing each other for so long over the hot summer break. There was chatter and even new gossip just from being in school for not even ten minutes. The air was cold from the ac and backpacks slightly hitting you trying to make your way through the crowds to get to your locker.

“Y/n!”- Alexa

“Alexa!”- you

Alexa ran up to you and gave you a big hug.

“I know we saw each other yesterday but it feels like we haven’t seen each in years.”- Alexa laughs

“I know right!”- you

You unlock your locker and put away some notebooks that probably won’t be used since you have five others in your bag.

“So, tyler hooked up with jade over the summer and now jade is ghosting him. You should have seen the look tyler gave her in the hall just now.”- Alexa

You laugh

“Heads up!”- Joe

A football lands right near you and almost hit your head.

Joe runs over.

“I am so sorry, y/n. Are you ok?”- joe

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”- you

Joe smiles

Is his smile always so perfect?

He grabs the football from next to you.

“Sorry about that, again. How wa-”- joe

“YO, Burrow!”- tyler

Joe turns around and gives tyler a bro hug.

“We got to go check out the new locker room.”- tyler

“Oh ok.”- Joe

He looks back me.

“See you later, y/n.”- joe waves bye

I give him a small wave.

Alexa stands there like she’s just seen her celebrity crush Justin Bieber.

“What?”- you

“You-you, just talked to THE Joe Burrow.”- Alexa

“So, I have know him since sixth grade which is a little bit longer than I have known you!”- you laugh

“Ok, but he’s the hottest guy in school even though he is taken.”- Alexa rolls her eyes

Joe is dating one of the cheerleaders. Her name is Ellie. She is the kind of girl who has beautiful long blonde hair and whenever she flicks her hair out of her face it makes everyone stop in there tracks and think she has been sent form heaven, but in reality she is rude and selfish and only thinks about her social status and if her instagram followers have gone up. She doesn’t care about Joe. You can tell.

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(Later)

“So, anyone you think is cute? Tyler looks like he’s off the market.”- Alexa

We were hanging out in my room. Alexa was sitting on my bean bag while I was on my bed writing down my homework.

“No, he’s not my type.”- you

“Good, because I wanted him.”- Alexa

We both started laughing.

“Do you ever wished you had a boyfriend?”- Alexa

“Sometimes. Why?”- you

“Just you never dated anyone and when I start to date tyler we could have double dates.”- Alexa

“Seriously you have an obsession with that guy. But I’m focused on school.”- you

“Ok, whatever you say!”- Alexa

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MY NEW SERIES!!!

Hope y’all love!! Plz send me ideas or anything for It! it’s based of off the movie!

#joe burrow #joe burrow bengals #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fan fic #joeburrow #joe burrow x y/n #joey burrow

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 2 years ago

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Rage Monster

John Winchester x daughter!reader, Sam and Dean x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you have a bit of a “girl rage” moment, and the men don’t know how to react.

It was just one of those mornings. Everything, from the sound of your alarm to the sound of Sam and Dean’s chattering, was driving you absolutely insane. There was no particular reason for it, you just couldn’t deal with…anything.

“Hey kid, ready to go?”

Especially this. Driving all day in Dean’s car with his annoying music, stuck in a confined space with three men.

You were tired of it, to say the least, and you weren’t sure you could handle it today.

“Y/N?” John’s voice broke through your consciousness, and you looked up. “C’mon, it’s time to go.”

“Fine,” you hadn’t meant for the word to come out so aggressively, but based on John’s reaction, that’s how it came out.

“Hey, you alright?” Sam cut in before John could respond.

“Peachy,” you rolled your eyes.

“Someone’s grumpy this morning,” Dean said.

“Maybe because my brother’s a douchebag,” even though you mumbled it, you knew everyone in the room could hear.

“Hey, that’s enough!” John barked. “What is the matter with you?”

“Could you guys get off my case for five minutes?”

“Go wait in the car,” John demanded. “If you’re not gonna watch your tone, then you’re not gonna speak, understand?”

You knew you should quit while you were behind, but your anger was now more potent then ever.

“Fine! Any minute I get to spend away from you guys is a blessing!” You stormed out of the room, slamming the motel door behind you.

Dean was the first to break the silence.

“What the heck was that?”

…

John was the first one to venture out to the car, instructing the boys to stay in the motel.

He stayed silent for a long minute after he entered the Impala. If it was one of the boys, he would’ve started talking right away, demanding an explanation for that kind of behavior. But he’d learned somewhere along the line that things turned out better between you and him if he let you think things out.

Of course, if the next words out of your mouth were something sassy, he wouldn’t hesitate to set you straight. But he had a feeling that you weren’t as angry as you thought you were.

“I’m sorry,” your voice broke the silence, and John expertly hid the smile that threatened to creep up. He wasn’t about to let you off the hook so easily, and he certainly wasn’t going to let you see his relief.

“What was all that?”

“I don’t know,” John nearly cringed at the sound of your voice, which was thick and high-pitched. You were trying not to cry. You didn’t often cry, so he usually didn’t have to worry about it, but every once in a while it would happen, and he didn’t know what to do.

When the boys got emotional, it usually ended in some kind of loud argument, which he knew how to handle. Your emotions, however, sometimes came out differently.

“I’m gonna need something better than that.”

“I really don’t know,” you fisted your sleeves in your hands, pulling your knees up to your chest. “It—I just…I’m sorry, really. I’m just…tired, I guess.”

This was a pathetic excuse, and both of you knew it. But John was almost certain that you were being honest with him.

“Ok,” he said finally.

“Ok?”

“Well, no, what you did was not ok,” he admitted. “But I forgive you. But I don’t ever wanna hear that tone again, understand?”

“Yes sir,” your voice was clearer now, but you kept your face dropped down against your knees.

“If you’re feeling like that again, just say something and we’ll leave you be. But there’s no excuse for snapping like that.”

“Yes sir.”

“Hey, look at me,” John finally let a ghost of a smile show on his face when your eyes met his, and you reciprocated it. “Well now that this is all cleared up, I think we should hit the road. But I think you should take a nap back here, alright? I’ll tell Dean to turn his music down, and we’ll leave you alone for a bit.” This was both a way to keep tensions down, and perhaps a way to get you to think about how you’d been acting. John was pretty proud of that little bit of parenting.

“Ok,” you agreed.”

John smiled again.

“Ok.”

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean and sam #dean winchester x you #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural dean #the winchesters #winchesters x reader #winchesters x sister #john winchester x daughter!reader #john winchester #john winchester x reader #dean winchester x sister #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x you #spn sam winchester #sam winchester x y/n

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strawhatmay · 26 days ago

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Here’s another piece in the same universe as “A friend in the house.” I love the idea of the Vinsmoke brothers actually being brothers, in a modern au. So yeah, If you like this one, check out the other one I have and also consider following me cause I’m gonna keep posting stuff from this universe ☺️ I’m currently working on an Amnesia au (Zosan/Sanzo, always) as well.

Anyways, this one is about Zoro struggling to find Sanji’s bedroom in the Vinsmoke household, I hope you like it! I’m pretty satisfied with how it turned out.

Meet the Vinsmokes

Red opens the door in a fancy suit.

“Hey Zoro, come on in,” he says while adjusting his tie. Zoro nods at him with a smile and enters.

Ichiji is easily the least annoying of the bunch, still annoying sometimes but not even half as much as his siblings. With both quiet but strong personalities, they get along just fine.

Even Reiju gets on his nerves more often than not. She’s too much like Sanji.

“Date night?” Zoro asks him.

“Actually yeah, but don’t tell the others, I told them it was just some work dinner,” he half whispers.

That makes sense, given how much they tease each other, but Red specifically could not live this down.

From a very young age, he was known as the one “without feelings” the most. It was Red, Blue, and Green, but as they grew up, Blue and Green transitioned and showed emotion. Not Red. Not really. Sure, he loves his mom and his siblings, but he rarely shows it. And it’s clear he loves Zeff, just like the rest of them, but that love he shows even less. He’s always been the kind of guy who focuses on his career and making money.

So, Ichiji going on a DATE? A ROMANTIC date? He LIKES likes someone? It’s embarrassing. And Zoro can’t blame him for not wanting his family to find out yet. Hell, it was embarrassing for him once he realized that basically everybody knew he was crushing on his current boyfriend back then.

“Hey I’m just here to wait for the Cook, not to speak to the rest of the Power Rangers,” Zoro tells him.

“Good luck with that,” Ichiji says, takes his car keys, and leaves through the main door.

Now…the house is practically a mansion, not hard for a regular person to get lost, “so what’s left for poor Zoro?” one might ask.

The thing is, he’s been here a good number of times to know his way around. Or so Sanji assures him. But every time he comes in without the blonde it feels like a brand new house.

So he goes through one hall expecting to find the stairs to the bedrooms, but finds the big living room instead.

“ZORO HEY, YOU WANNA PLAY MORTAL KOMBAT WITH ME?” Green screams from the couch in front of the huge TV. He waves a joystick at Zoro.

“No, thanks,” he answers. Zoro knows Yonji looks up to him like an idol. He’s not sure why though, he’s barely an example of anything, and Sanji keeps him in line most of the time anyway.

“Come ONN, I’ll let you be Scorpion this time.” It’s not his fault really, that he’s used to getting what he wants, being the baby of the clan. Zoro doesn’t know how Judge (ugh) and Sora treated him when he was an actual baby, but his siblings basically let him do whatever he wants, even when he’s only younger by a few minutes.

“We never play anymore! What happened to the fun, single, Zoro who never missed an opportunity to play with the coolest Vinsmoke?”

(He finally got with your brother, that’s what) Zoro thinks but doesn’t say. If he told Yonji the truth, that he was only really being friendly with him to get on Sanji’s good side back when they weren’t together yet, it would break his heart. Make Yonji cry and whatever good relationship Zoro has with the family turns into trash pretty quickly.

“Sorry buddy, I’m on the clock”

That´s a lie, the movie starts in no less than two hours, and Sanji is still at the restaurant. But Green doesn´t need to know.

Zoro looks around for a different door. Why are they all the exact same door, though?

“Sure sure, ok some other time then, yeah? How about tomorrow? You’re staying the night, right?” Yonji insists.

“Yeah yeah, we can play tomorrow.”

“Ok! Cool! Can’t wait! But you can’t be Scorpion, that was a one-time offer,” Yonji says as he grabs a handful of chips.

“Sure buddy, bye bye now.” Zoro heads to the door far left, passing the fancy tall flower pots.

With his mouth full, Green keeps talking. “The best I can do is Sub Zero, but I guess you can also be Johnny Cage if you really really want, although he’s usually Niji’s pick. You also got Jax, Sonya Blade…oooh Liu Kang is pretty cool, he seems like your style…”

Zoro closes the door and takes a look at the room. Another big space with some fancy chairs and a couch. Great.

He decides to just go right every time there’s more than one option. So he goes through a couple of bathrooms (mind you, one was the size of his apartment), a studio, a room with just a big piano in it, and then finally the stairs.

Zoro reaches the second floor and goes left. Cause Sanji’s bedroom was to the left, right?

He walks for a bit, just looking around, trying to spot Sanji´s big black door. He contemplates whether to just call out to his boyfriend, but he must be so close, he can´t give up now.

Suddenly, the most annoying voice speaks from behind him.

“Oh ho ho…don’t tell me you’re lost.” A teasing edge to his tone.

Zoro doesn’t turn around. He closes his eyes to prepare himself for this interaction.

Blue.

“You know, for someone who's been in my house a LOT in the past year, you sure don’t act like it.”

“Niji, piss off.” Zoro doesn’t want to deal with his bullshit. Not now and not ever, to be honest.

“Oh don’t be like that, Mossy~” Zoro turns around with a scowl, annoyed at the nickname (only one person can call him that and get away with it). “I can help you, let me see your collar, I’ll call your owner.” The bastard smiles. He’s dressed in his tennis player outfit, holding the racket like an asshole.

Why? Why is he here? Why couldn’t he just be out somewhere else for the day? And why is he here? In this hall? Out of the many many halls in this house?

“Tell me that at least you know these walls,” he gestures at the wall to his left, “are not the walls you usually see during your normal walk.”

“I don’t want your assistance, Number Two.”

“Oh but you do need it, badly, don’t you?” Smug. “I'm sure you don't even know where you are right now, poor little ugly thing.”

He’s as condescending as they come. The typical rich jerk who acts like he's better than anyone else and gets on your nerves. He always manages to find new ways to annoy the hell outta Zoro.

“There is nothing I need less than your clown hair near me.”

“And look who's talking.” Niji might act like the comment didn’t bother him, but his tone change says otherwise. “Maybe all that hair dye is finally getting in your brain, huh?”

“I told you, it’s natural.”

“Sure sure, mine too.” But the sarcasm is evident.

It’s not like natural blue hair doesn’t exist, like Vivi’s, but he’s seen old pictures of Niji, of all of them, and they were all blond when they were kids. Zoro’s hair has always been green.

“I’ve always BEEN like this.” He’s getting irritated.

“You’ve always been directionless? Or as stubborn as a mule? Either way, I bet it’s true.” Niji´s smile is wide and annoying. Zoro wants to punch it.

“Listen, you little-“

“What’s going on here?” A voice interrupts them.

Nightmare is over.

“I was just offering my help to this ungrateful patch of grass.” Niji looks at his brother annoyed, like he was not bothering Zoro just now.

“Help with what, exactly?” Sanji crosses his arms.

“I was just-“ Zoro starts. “He’s been roaming around the house for a good half hour before I ran into him,” Niji interrupts him. “I saw him through the security cameras.”

“Oh yeah?” his boyfriend looks at Zoro with a smile. Very different from Blue, Sanji’s face shows adoration. Doesn’t make the whole thing less embarrassing for Zoro, though.

“How about you mind your business, Sonic?” Zoro says while Sanji grabs his arm and drags him in the opposite direction. “Don’t have anything better to do than watch the camera pointing at the main door?”

“I was trying to spy on my brother, dumbass.” Damn, Ichiji is not gonna like that. “For the record, you think ‘Sonic’ is an insult? I WISH people called me that.”

Sanji stops Zoro before he can say anything else. “Let it go, Moss.” When Niji is out of earshot, Zoro relaxes. Sanji lets go of his arm and interlocks their hands.“I just need to change my jacket and we´ll be on our way.”

“You gotta let me punch him one of these days, you know he’s asking for it,” Zoro pleads, still being dragged by Sanji. (Oh right, these walls do look familiar now) he realizes. These have flowers, while the others had stripes.

“We’ve talked about this, you can’t put your hands on my siblings,” Blondie says patiently.

Zoro protests under his breath.

“Speaking of…”

They reach Sanji’s bedroom. Sanji puts down the code and opens the door. Zoro heads to the desk and sits down, facing Sanji, who stands still in front of him.

“Is there something you wanna tell me?”

Zoro rests his elbows on his legs and looks up at Sanji, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You know how you were…fighting with Niji back there…” Sanji looks at the floor, hesitant.

“If it bothers you so much, I can try to be civil, but he-”

“No, that's…not what I meant- I just…” Sanji struggles and Zoro keeps staring, waiting.

Sanji signs.“He gets on your nerves pretty easily, like I used to. You guys fight a lot, like we used to…and I'm just wondering if maybe that's a…thing, for you,” Sanji won't look at him.

Zoro laughs loudly. “Are you out of your mind?” He gets up and makes Sanji look him in the eye.

“He's not the ‘annoying but hot’ type, not even the ‘annoying but cute’ guy, he's just annoying, plain and simple,” he puts his arms under Sanji´s forearms and smiles. “You're both.”

Sanji grabs a handful of Zoro´s hair and yanks until the latter complains. Then, he lets go and gives him a peck. “Alright, just making sure.”

“I argue with Nami all the time, do you think I want her in my bed?” Zoro says while Sanji goes to his closet to change into a warmer jacket. “Seriously, what were you thinking?” he says almost laughing again.

“I hate you,” Sanji answers with a smile on his face. When he gets close to Zoro again, he points at his face. “You better not tell anyone about this,” he says, suddenly serious.

“That's gonna be difficult, I don't know Curly…” Zoro says teasing him as he heads to the door and opens it.

“Mosshead, I swear-”

They close the door.

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paulyenvol6 · 9 months ago

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A Night Out

Smutty OS of Harry Styles x reader

Contains: oral (f receiving) and a little angst

Wordcount: ~1.45k

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Y/n stood in front of the mirror and brushed her hair in a bored and unmotivated way.

That’s when Harrry suddenly entered the room.

"Honey, are you ready? We need to leave in a few minutes."

"Mhm," she mumbled and put away the hairbrush.

"What’s wrong?"

"I just… I’m really not in the mood to go to the dinner right now."

"Sweetie, it’s only a few hours."

"I know, but I’m tired and I wanna be with you," she moaned.

"But you are with me," Harry said and caressed her cheek.

"Yeah, but I wanna BE be with you. Touch you."

Her hands wandered down his body. "Wanna taste you."

Harry smiled and then took her hand. "Please let’s just go to the dinner and afterwards we’re gonna do whatever you like. Whatever you wish, baby, promise."

Y/n made a pained expression on her face. "But I don’t wanna go, Harry." He sighed.

"Please, y/n, we made the plans weeks ago. We can’t just not go now."

She just shook her head.

"Y/n. Don’t make it so hard f’me. I promise, we’re gonna have a good time. I’m always gonna be next to you and it’s gonna be fine."

She mumbled something, but put on her shoes and left the room.

All the way to the restaurant Harry could tell that she was still annoyed and in a bad mood. He was kind of sad about it but told himself that he would make her feel so good tonight after the dinner to make it up. During the dinner, y/n didn’t smile once and barely even talked. She gave very short answers and sometimes didn’t even looked at the people she was in a 'conversation' with. Harry became more and more pissed. Why couldn’t she just behave?

There were more situations like this and then Harry had enough. He stood up and took y/n’s hand.

"Come with me." She looked up to him with a suprised face. "What?" she asked.

"C’mon. Now."

She frowned but stood up. Harry pulled her to the women’s bathroom and stopped in front of the door.

"See if there’s someone inside."

"Why Harry?"

"Just do it, ok?"

She did and when she told him there was no one inside, Harry pushed her inside and followed. He entered a cabine pulling her with him and locked the door.

"What the hell is going on, Harry?"

"Shh," he said, a cold look on his face.

"You said you wanted to be with me and now you’re gonna get what you wanted. And then afterwards you’re gonna fucking behave."

Y/n didn’t know what to answer. Harry didn’t waste any time to guide her to the wall and gently pressed her to it only to sink to his knees. Then he pulled down her panties and lifted up her skirt. Without any warnings his lips wrapped around her clit and he roughly sucked on it. Y/n shrieked in suprise and grabbed his hair to hold on to something.

"Harry," she panted and threw her head back in pleasure when his tongue played with her clit.

"Shut up," he whispered against her pussy. "Y’don’t want anyone to hear you, do you?"

She bit her lip and tried to hold back her sounds. Harry then slid inside of her with his tongue. Y/n hummed and bit on her finger so she stayed quiet. She kept moving her hips since she couldn’t stay still and Harry put his hand on her hips and pressed her against the wall.

"Stay still, or m’gonna stop."

She nodded and Harry continued fucking her with his tongue. She loved the way his warm and soft tongue felt inside of her and how his nose pressed against her clit. When his lips wrapped around her clit again and he started to draw small circles around it, she pressed her hand on the wall so she could steady herself. She didn’t have the courage to grab Harry’s hair again since he seemed to be more than pissed. Her other hand was still in her mouth, trying to cover up her sounds.

Harry licked her cunt in an almost indifferent and cold way. It was like he had a job to do. Y/n knew her boyfriend though, and she could tell from a look down to him that he was in fact not unaffected by their actions. She saw the slight redness on his cheeks, how his chest went up and down a little faster and of course the prominent bulge in his pants.

While still stimulating her clit with his tongue, Harry took his fingertip to her entrance and teased her. She arched her back, wanting to get more. When he roughly sucked on her clit y/n couldn’t help but groan.

"Harry," she whined and closed her eyes in pleasure. He ignored her, different to how he usually was when they made out. He’d usually say a lot of dirty things to her when they had sex so she was a bit disappointed that she didn’t get a reaction.

She then felt herself getting closer to her high.

"M’gonna come," she said quietly and moaned when he twirled his tongue in a particular skillfull way around her clit.

She came with a shriek and Harry’s hand immediately covered her mouth. She moaned against his hand and pressed her hands against the wall behind her. Harry licked her through her orgasm and then after she had come down from her high felt her getting weak, especially her legs. So after licking her cunt clean, he stood up and supported her by wrapping his arms around her waist. Her head sank to his shoulder and her breath slowly started to calm. Y/n would’ve liked to stay like this for a little longer but it seemed like Harry didn’t. He moved away from her, pulled up her panties and straightened her skirt.

"C’mon," he said with a gesture to the door. "And I swear, y/n if you don’t behave now and be friendly to the people I’m gonna be so fucking mad. I gave you what you wanted so don’t be a brat."

Y/n didn’t answer him. She simply didn’t know what to say to him. On one hand she felt kind of bad because he was so pissed but on the other hand there was a bit of a childish stubborness in her head.

Harry and y/n went back to the table and sat down. They quickly started conversations and she actually decided to be friendly to the people. So the rest of the dinner went okay. She had some interesting conversations and when Harry and her were about to leave she felt bad for having been such a brat earlier. When she saw him laughing at the woman he was in a conversation with she hoped that he was in a better mood either.

They said goodbye to the people and walked towards the door. Y/n shyly looked at her boyfriend but he didn’t react. When they were outside she had to say something and turned her head to see him.

"Harry, I’m sorry."

He didn’t answer and didn’t look at her.

"I really was in a weird mood today and I don’t know, I – god, I really acted like a brat."

"Yeah, you did," Harry said and y/n was happy that he said something, even though it wasn’t positive.

"M’sorry. Can I do anything nice for you?"

Harry sighed. "No, s’alright."

"No, it’s not. I wasn’t fair, I was childish and treated you badly."

"It’s okay, y/n, really. I mean, yeah, I was pissed n’all, but in the end you were nicer and I eventually had fun. It’s okay, I forgive you."

She smiled at him and got teary eyes. Harry laughed. "God, y/n, did you think I would be forever mad at you?"

He hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

"But, Baby?" he whispered next to her ear. "Mhm?"

"I feel kind of bad for how I talked to you in the restaurant bathroom."

She took a step away from him and looked at him with widened eyes.

"What? No you don’t have to."

"But wasn’t I a little rough?"

"What? Harry, no."

"But you know, the way that I just pushed you into the cabine and I told you to be quiet and I didn’t talk to you but ignored you…"

"Harry, please stop. I was very mean tonight so it’s absolutely natural that you were mad at me. And about pushing me into the cabine, don’t worry, I wouldn't have wanted it any other way."

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hamsterclaw · 2 years ago

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Foolish

You keep going back to Namjoon, it's what you've always done. Then you meet Hoseok, who draws you away like he's not even trying.

Pairing: Hoseok x F! reader, Namjoon x F! reader

Word count: 7.7k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut, angst

Warnings: Sex, fuckboy Namjoon

Everytime, you tell yourself it’s the last time you’ll come back to Kim Namjoon.

Everytime it’s just one last time.

His hand leaves a print on your hip, his lips leave a trail down your neck, across your breasts. He often comes on your skin, a trail of white. He marks you everywhere he sees fit.

He doesn’t give a shit who sees.

You let him do what he wants.

Rinse, repeat.

Namjoon nudges you. ‘Hey, I have an early class.’

You don’t bother to respond, just get out of his bed, put your clothes back on.

You check you’ve got your phone, your keys, smooth your hair back down as you wait for the cab.

You let yourself out.

***

Your friend Jimin is funniest when he’s annoyed, like now.

You’re both working a shift at the grocery store.

He’s leaning on the stacked crates, supposed to be refilling the produce shelves but really just taking up room.

‘And so then he clicked his fingers and expected me to walk to him, like a dog.’

You have no idea if this is a sex story or a rude customer story.

Knowing Jimin, it could be either.

You start arranging the apples onto the display shelves as you listen to Jimin’s hilariously petty reaction.

It was a sex story.

Jimin stacks packs of cherry tomatoes beside you, chattering away.

You mmm and aaah at the right times, but your mind is elsewhere.

You’re thinking back to how the last few times you’ve met up, Namjoon hasn’t bothered to ask you to text him when you got home after being at his.

He used to.

There’s a thin thread of shame that tugs at you whenever you meet him now, and the pull’s getting stronger.

It wasn’t always like this.

He’d pursued you, coming into the diner where you worked weekend after weekend for months, flirting with you over pancakes until he’d finally asked you out.

You went on a few dates, and a few more and then somehow you’d slipped into what you have now.

He texts you when he’s horny and you come over.

Sometimes you don’t even talk.

You don’t know why you keep coming back, apart from that maybe you haven’t quite moved on from seeing him as the guy who was sweet to you over brunch. The one who dimpled and invited you to come hang at his place and took you to the park and got you ice-cream.

You wonder how he sees you now.

You snap back to attention when Jimin clears his throat pointedly.

‘You don’t have to listen to me, it’s fine,’ he says, bordering on dramatic, pout in his voice.

‘Sorry Jiminie,’ you say apologetically. ‘I was thinking about Namjoon.’

Jimin has no idea about how things are between you and Namjoon. There’s no way you’d ever let anyone really know how low your bar is set.

He finishes stacking the cherry tomatoes, moves on to the heads of broccoli.

You’re still on apples.

You wheel the empty crates back to the stockroom, concentrating so hard on not letting the crates slip that you don’t see the guy by the automatic doors.

‘Whoa!’ he says, stepping out of the way quickly, laughing.

You’re mortified, already apologising as you come to a dead stop. The crates wobble dangerously and you reach out, letting out a little cry as your fingers get clipped in between.

You yank your hand away, and the guy hurries forward. He grabs your hand, a look of concern darkening his face.

‘Are you ok? That must have hurt so much!’

You’re taken aback by how genuinely concerned he seems to be.

‘I’m ok,’ you say, as he rubs your fingers gently.

‘I have some support plasters,’ he offers.

‘I’m ok!’ you insist, waving him away gently.

He takes the trolley from you and stacks the crates in the corner.

‘Sorry to startle you,’ he says warmly. ‘My name is Hoseok, I’m new.’

His smile is infectious. You tell him your name, and he exclaims over how pretty he thinks your name is, even though it’s a fairly common one, as far as names go.

You’re amused by his charmingly over the top reactions.

Hoseok helps you load the greens onto your trolley, insists on pushing it with you to the fresh section of the store.

‘Don’t you have your own work to do?’ you ask.

He grins at you like he’s sharing a secret. ‘The broken oven got fixed so it’s taking me less time to bake the bread rolls,’ he confesses.

He reaches up for the hairnet over his hair, pulls it off and stuffs it into his pocket. ‘Does this make my hair flat?’

You look up at his very soft and fluffy looking dark hair. ‘Your hair looks great,’ you tell him, honestly.

‘Come by later on your break, I’ll save some rolls for you. I made some fillings last night to bring to work.’

His offer is so sincerely and sweetly made that you find yourself responding in kind.

‘Sure, I’d love to,’ you say.

He parks your trolley by the shelves, and gives Jimin a big smile in greeting.

You’ve never met anyone who smiles this much.

Jimin lifts a crate of cabbages and starts arranging.

‘What’s his deal?’ you ask, after Hoseok waves jauntily at you and walks away.

Jimin rolls his eyes. ‘He’s just a nice guy. People can be nice.’

‘No one’s that nice,’ you say, frowning.

‘Hoseok is. I’ve known him since way back.’

‘He must have a dark side,’ you mutter.

‘Yeah. He’s apparently an asshole in bed.’

You choke on air.

Jimin laughs at your reaction. ‘I’ve never slept with him but apparently he’s mean in bed.’

‘Like mean, how?’ you ask, more interested than you’d like to admit to yourself.

‘Why are you so interested?’ Jimin asks, slyly.

‘You brought it up,’ you argue.

Jimin laughs and refuses to say anything else and you pretend you’re not that interested anyway.

***

You’re awakened by your phone vibrating under your pillow.

You fish it out and stare at the number on the screen that’s evaded your caller ID.

Eventually you swipe to answer.

‘Hi,’ you say.

‘Hey,’ says a vaguely familiar voice. ‘It’s Hoseok. Jimin gave me your number.’

Your eyes open all the way, and you sit up so quickly you drop your phone into your duvet.

It takes you a moment to fish it out.

‘Hey, sorry, I dropped my phone,’ you say, when you’ve got it back.

‘I’m sorry, I hope I’m not disturbing you,’ he says.

It’s weird, you barely know him but you can hear the smile in his voice.

‘It’s fine, I should be up anyway,’ you reply.

‘Ah, sorry, I didn’t know you’d still be asleep.’

You check the time. Eeep.

‘What’s up, Hoseok?’ you ask.

‘I was wondering - do you like music? There’s a festival in Olympic Park today and I have a spare ticket and I wondered if you’d like to come with me.’

You blink, surprised.

‘I know it’s short notice,’ he says, when you don’t say anything for a bit.

‘No, I’d like to go. I’m free and easy.’

You slap a hand to your forehead, wondering why you sound like such an idiot.

‘I mean, I don’t have plans today.’

He sounds like he’s smiling again. ‘Ok. Meet you there?’

***

You look around for Hoseok when you get to the park, but he doesn’t keep you waiting.

He approaches you, smiling and bright in a yellow and black parka, sunglasses shading his eyes.

‘I brought snacks,’ he tells you cheerfully. ‘Thanks for agreeing to come with me.’

His manner is so relaxed and easy that you feel any awkwardness slip away.

The sun’s warm on your bare shoulders, Hoseok’s a nice guy, and he’s got the prettiest smile you’ve seen in a while.

You smile back at him. ‘I’m glad I came,’ you reply.

He holds out his arm, and you link yours with his.

It turns out Hoseok’s just as charming when he’s tipsy.

You’ve been drinking beer with him in the sunshine all day.

He blinks at you sleepily in the late evening sun as the last of the bands plays on the main stage.

He’s stretched out on the grass, face tipped to the sky. His profile is beautiful, all sharp angles accentuated by the height of his cheekbones.

‘You shouldn’t have let me finish off the beer,’ he tells you.

‘Oh no, are you too drunk?’ you ask lazily, laying down next to him, watching the clouds swirl in the late summer sky.

‘I’m sorry,’ he admits finally. ‘I was nervous and I drank too much.’

‘Nervous?’ This is news to you.

‘You’re very pretty,’ he informs you. ‘In case you didn’t know.’

‘You’re pretty too,’ you tell him.

He nods. ‘I know. But you’re prettier.’

This is the most ridiculous conversation you’ve had in a while, but somehow you don’t mind it.

You close your eyes briefly, and turn your head to see Hoseok looking at you intently.

‘Why are you nervous?’ you ask.

‘I want you to like me,’ he says, with an honesty that steals your breath.

‘Because?’

‘Because I think I could like you a lot.’

‘How much?’

You’re leaning over him slightly, too close for your intentions to be anything but clear.

Hoseok’s eyes drop to your lips.

‘A hell of a lot,’ he says.

In the end it’s Hoseok who initiates the kiss, one hand coming up to slip around the back of your neck.

He’s gentle but firm, lips pressing against yours, tilting his head to kiss you deeper.

You put your hand on his chest, and his own comes up to cover it.

When you pull away he lets out a soft sound of protest.

You’re smiling at each other like idiots, his hand still over yours on his chest.

The sun’s dropped low enough to cast shadows over his face.

‘I’ll take you home, ok?’ he says.

He packs up the picnic he made that you’ve been picking at all afternoon, slips his jacket over your shoulders, and walks you out of the park.

Darkness falls as you walk the few blocks home, adding a layer of distance between you, helping with your self-consciousness as, swaddled in his soft jacket, you realise just how attractive you find Hoseok.

You stop at the entrance to your building, and Hoseok looks up.

‘I had a nice time. See you next week?’

You’re slipping off his jacket, pressing it into his arms. ‘Thank you for asking me out,’ you tell him.

There’s a moment because you haven’t fully ended your sentence, and he looks like he’s waiting for the next thing you were about to say.

‘Do you want to come up?’ you ask.

Hoseok’s eyes study your face.

‘Honestly, I’d love to, but I shouldn’t.’

Like your goodbye, it seems open ended, like there’s more he would say if you waited long enough.

Your phone vibrates in the pocket of your dress.

‘I should go,’ you say.

Hoseok nods.

He waits until you’re up the steps, in the door, before he leaves.

***

Namjoon’s got his mouth open, nibbling at your neck. God, he feels good, teeth grazing your skin, tongue licking.

His hands are tucked in his pockets still, he hasn’t touched you even though you’re straddling his lap.

You lean back a little, ask, ‘hey, like my new dress?’

You curse yourself for your moment of weakness but the words are already out.

Namjoon raises a brow. ‘Thought you didn’t care what I thought.’

He’s referring to a fight you once had, when you were dating.

‘Yeah,’ you say, regretting asking.

You look at each other for a moment.

‘I should go.’

‘You just got here,’ Namjoon says, mildly. He doesn’t make any move to stop you as you climb off his lap, hands tucked in his pockets still.

‘I don’t think we should do this anymore,’ you say, forcing yourself to look him in the face.

‘You mean, fuck,’ Namjoon asks. His voice has its usual husky tone, but there’s a coolness to it now.

‘Yeah, fuck,’ you say.

Namjoon shrugs. ‘Sure. If that’s really what you want.’

He stands, and you’ve spent so much time horizontal with him lately you’d forgotten how tall he is.

He reaches down to take your hand.

‘You want me to tell you that you’re pretty?’ he asks.

‘No,’ you answer, but you don’t pull your hand away.

‘Look how hard I am,’ he tells you. He presses your hand over his erection.

‘That’s just biology,’ you say.

Namjoon scoffs. ‘It’s my biological response to having you grinding in my lap.’

He strokes up your arm. ‘Can I convince you to stay?’

‘Why would I stay?’ you ask, but you still haven’t moved.

Namjoon tugs the strap of your bra, leans down to mouth at your collarbones. His big hand curls around your back to steady you as he kisses your neck.

‘I don’t know, baby, do you want the happy ending or do you just want me to make you happy tonight?’

He sucks at your skin, and you get the familiar rush of pleasure pain you get when he marks you.

‘We’re not going out, are we?’

His hand slides down your ass, cupping you, pulling you taut against his groin.

‘I’m not your boyfriend.’

He’s walking you back into his bedroom, onto his bed. He pushes you back against the covers, hand behind your head to cushion you even though it’s soft.

‘We’re not getting married.’

His words are brutal in their honesty, and still you don’t push him away.

He tugs your panties down impatiently, rumbling his approval when he feels how wet you are.

‘But I make you like this,’ he says, fingers slipping inside you, thumb circling your clit.

‘Namjoon,’ you say, a warning.

He gives you a look so heated you lose your train of thought.

He hasn’t, though.

He grabs your thigh, pulls you down to the edge of the bed so he can keep leaning over you.

‘What, am I wrong?’ he taunts.

His fingers are stroking, scissoring inside you. He’s still gripping your thigh with his free hand.

He squeezes your thigh.

‘Am I wrong? Didn’t I get you wet like this?’ he asks. He scoffs. ‘Of course I did. Just like you got me this hard.’

He slides a hand over himself, grinding into his palm.

‘Just fuck me, Namjoon,’ you say. The pleasure’s building, making you tighten around his fingers.

‘I’ll fuck you,’ he promises. ‘Just as long as we’re clear that there’s no feelings involved.’

He stops touching himself, wraps his hand around your neck, tight.

You moan, and he laughs.

‘You’re so easy to please, baby,’ he says, mocking. ‘If I fuck you now you’ll come, won’t you?’

‘I hate you,’ you spit out.

Namjoon cocks an eyebrow. ‘Sweetheart, I don’t even think you’re convincing yourself.’

He yanks his jeans down, and he’s in you in one movement.

He groans as he bottoms out inside you, slams his hand down on the bed beside your head.

‘So fucking tight,’ he utters. ‘Who got you like this?’

He’s not waiting for an answer, rocking into you, balls slapping your ass with every firm thrust.

It’s just as well, you don’t think you could answer him anyway.

Namjoon fucks you good, it’s what he always does.

***

You’re cleaning up a spillage in the detergent aisle when Hoseok walks past.

‘Hey,’ he says, looking pleased to see you. ‘How are you?’

‘I’m good,’ you say, returning his smile.

He’s in a standard issue blue polo shirt emblazoned with the store logo today, unlike the baggy fleeces you’re used to seeing him in.

You try not to stare at his exposed arms.

‘What are you doing after work today?’ he asks.

He takes the mop from you and wrings it into the bucket, then picks it up.

‘I’ll take this,’ he says, his tone brooking no argument. ‘It’s heavy.’

‘I don’t have plans,’ you say.

Hoseok beams. ‘I’m going to support my friend at this club night. Want to join me?’

‘What does your friend do?’ you ask, walking with him to the cleaning supplies closet.

‘He raps,’ Hoseok tells you. He grins. ‘I rap sometimes too.’

You see it. He’s got a rasp to his voice sometimes, an easy cadence to his words.

Somehow the idea of him as a rapper makes sense.

‘So, you want to come with?’ he asks.

‘I’d like to,’ you tell him.

He looks so pleased about it that it makes you feel brighter too.

‘Text me your address and I’ll pick you up at 8, ok?’

He saunters off with a cheerful wave.

You realise you’re looking forward to it.

***

There’s not a lot of space between you and Hoseok at this tiny club, he’s been leaning over you for most of the night.

Somehow your arm’s found its way around his waist, and you find you like having him this close.

Hoseok’s lips brush your cheek gently, and your heart pounds. This close, his eyelashes are long, his eyes beautiful, the line of his jaw irresistible. He looks so good.

You turn your head, chase his lips. He gives in with a willingness that makes your confidence soar. Like he’s wanted you this whole night and now he doesn’t want to wait anymore.

His lips are soft, but the way he kisses you is firm, chest towards yours, hand curled around the top of your hip bone. He kisses you like he knows better than you what you’ll like, and he’s got every intention of following through.

You haven’t got any interest in the next act, but as soon as you hear the voice, your eyes open.

Hoseok murmurs a little, pulls you closer into his chest.

You look up at the stage, and there, so close you can see the tic in his jaw as he takes in you and Hoseok, so intimately intertwined, is Namjoon.

***

‘This is my friend Namjoon,’ Hoseok says, after the set’s over.

Namjoon uses the towel around his neck to wipe his face, but he’s still out of breath, slick with sweat.

He tilts his head at you, dimples like it’s the first time you’ve met. Says nothing.

‘We’ve met,’ you say.

You’re a little away from the stage, far enough that you can hear each other over the next act.

‘Yeah, we’ve met,’ Namjoon confirms.

Hoseok regards you both with interest. He’s a nice guy, but he’s no fool.

You say, ‘That was a great set, Namjoon.’

‘Yeah?’ asks Namjoon. He pops the cork on a bottle of Dom, pours it out. Watches as you drink, a smirk on his lips.

You’re watching Hoseok.

‘How do you and Hobi know each other?’ Namjoon asks. He lays back, knees spread, thigh nudging yours.

‘We work together,’ you reply. You turn to Hoseok, but the smile freezes on your lips when you see his expression, the way he’s looking at Namjoon.

You want to touch him but the tense set of his shoulders gives you pause.

Meanwhile, Namjoon looks more relaxed than ever.

‘Hey, it’s getting late, I should probably get going,’ you say.

Hoseok looks at you for a long moment. ‘Yeah, I’ll take you home.’

The car ride’s the quietest Hoseok’s ever been with you.

By the time he pulls up outside your apartment you’re tight with tension despite the champagne.

‘Thanks Hoseok,’ you say, mustering a smile.

He can barely look at you, and for some reason that makes you feel like crying.

You unbuckle your belt, push the door open. You’re almost all the way up the steps when you hear the car door behind you.

You turn to see Hoseok hurrying up the steps.

He steps a couple feet in front of you.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says. ‘Shit that was weird, wasn’t it?’

He gives you a half-smile, touches your arm.

‘Yeah,’ you agree. You smile back at him uncertainly.

‘I’ll see you at work Monday?’

This time his smile’s more like the cheerful friendly Hoseok you’ve come to know.

He waves at you as he walks back to his car, waits until you’re inside before he drives away.

***

You’re messing around with Jimin by the fresh flowers, emptying out the buckets, when Hoseok walks by.

‘Hey!’ you say cheerfully, waving a hand.

Hoseok smiles but keeps walking, heading round to the back.

You hurry to catch up.

‘Hoseok,’ you say, walking alongside him. ‘Jimin and I and some of the other guys are getting drinks after work, would you like to come?’

Hoseok hangs his jacket on the hook, puts on his apron.

‘I’m busy. Maybe another time, ok?’

He’s walking off without waiting for your answer.

You’re so taken aback by his brusqueness, a sharp contrast to the warm, kind Hoseok you’ve come to know that it takes you a moment to regroup.

When you get back to the flowers, Jimin’s finished filling the buckets.

‘You ok?’ he asks.

‘Yeah,’ you reply, forcing a smile. ‘I went to ask Hoseok to join us for drinks, but he’s busy.’

Jimin’s studying your expression.

‘Hey,’ he says. ‘Tell you what, we’ll grab food beforehand, ok? My treat.’

You smile at him, a real smile this time. ‘It’s your turn anyway to get dinner,’ you point out.

Jimin puts an arm around your shoulders, squeezes.

‘I’ll buy you whatever you want,’ he promises.

***

You’re three shots in, merry and listening to Jimin tell you about his weekend when Namjoon and Hoseok walk into the bar.

‘Shit,’ you hiss, slumping down next to Jimin.

Jimin throws you a sympathetic look as one of your colleagues, Dahyun calls Hoseok over.

You look down at your hands as Hoseok greets everyone at the table.

Thankfully you’re tucked in a seat against the wall.

You glance up, see the way both Namjoon and Hoseok are looking at you, and go back to looking at your hands.

As soon as they go to get drinks you tap Jimin on the shoulder.

‘I’m gonna go, ok?’

‘Let me take you home,’ Jimin says.

You wave aside his protests and make your way to the door.

You’re waiting for your taxi, shivering a bit in the cool night air, when you hear a familiar voice.

‘Going so soon?’ asks Hoseok. He’s standing a little away from you, hands tucked in his pockets.

‘Yeah, I’m tired.’ You give him a small smile and turn back to the road, willing your taxi to arrive.

‘I’ll wait with you,’ Hoseok says.

‘I’m fine, it’ll be here any minute,’ you say.

Hoseok steps closer. ‘Can I talk to you?’

You close your eyes. ‘Sure,’ you say. ‘About what?’

There’s a flash of headlamps as your taxi pulls up.

Hoseok opens the door for you, lets you in and gets in after you.

You’re too surprised to say anything.

Hoseok turns to you. ‘I don’t have to go to your place, I can get out as soon as we arrive at yours ok?’

He runs a hand through his hair. ‘I just want to talk to you for a bit.’

‘Sure,’ you say.

There’s a silence.

‘Namjoon’s my friend,’ Hoseok starts.

You’re wondering what he’s leading up to.

‘I needed to talk to him,’ Hoseok says.

You look out the car window, at the buildings flashing by.

‘I —‘

He stops again. ‘I like you,’ he says, simply. ‘But Namjoon’s my friend, and I just needed to know if he’d be ok with us dating.’

You feel hollow. ‘What did Namjoon say about us?’ you ask.

‘He said that you don’t have that kind of relationship,’ Hoseok replies.

You laugh bitterly.

‘If you wanted to know about me and Namjoon, you could have just asked me,’ you say.

He’s quiet.

Finally, he says, ‘I’m sorry, Y/N.’

The taxi pulls up outside your building.

You’re more hurt than you thought you’d be. Hot tears burn the backs of your eyes.

‘It’s fine, Hoseok.’

You can’t look at him.

You get out of the taxi. ‘I’ll see you at work, ok?’

Hoseok says, ‘wait’, but you’re already walking up the steps, letting yourself in.

You make it up to your apartment, and close the door behind you before you let the tears fall.

***

You’re sitting at the back of the room at the team-building day, half-asleep because it took you ages to get here on the train, to the ass end of nowhere.

Jimin’s sleeping quietly beside you, ball cap pulled low over his face. You’ve promised to wake him if he started sleep-talking.

Hoseok’s near the front of the room, not that you’d been looking out for him. You haven’t really spoken since that night at the bar.

Namjoon’s texted you a few times but you haven’t answered.

You can do better than a boy who just wants to fuck and a boy who can’t be bothered to talk to you like a goddamn decent human being.

You nudge Jimin awake when it’s time for the activity - a scavenger hunt in the woods where you’ll be paired off.

To your dismay, you don’t get to pick your teammate.

It’s fine, as long as you don’t get –

You swallow down the swear word that fills your mouth when you realise your teammate is Hoseok.

Of course it is.

Hoseok looks as thrilled about it as you do.

He grabs the sack you’ve been given, and you pick up your clipboard and pen.

‘Shall we head towards the lake?’ you ask, clipped.

‘Sure,’ he says, neutral.

You’re looking down the list. ‘Too bad it doesn’t ask for an asshole,’ you say, looking at him darkly. ‘Because you’re right here.’

Hoseok looks at you, straight faced. ‘Are you gonna be like this the whole time?’

‘Why don’t you call Namjoon and ask him, seeing as he knows so much about me?’

Hoseok tilts his head. ‘I said I was sorry about that,’ he tells you.

You sigh. ‘Forget it. The first item is a black rock.’

‘There’ll be loads by the lake,’ Hoseok says.

He sets off without waiting for you.

You’re loath to follow him but at least if you get this over with as soon as possible you can go back and take the next train out of this place.

Scowling, you follow in his tracks.

***

‘You look hot when you’re angry,’ Hoseok tells you. ‘That little frown line between your brows really suits you.’

You give him a dead-eyed stare. ‘Yeah, and you looked hot before you turned out to be a misogynistic asshole.’

‘Jokes on you,’ Hoseok mutters. ‘I always was one.’

The giggle escapes you before you can hold it back.

‘No wonder you’re friends with Namjoon,’ you scoff, turning away.

‘We have a lot in common,’ Hoseok allows. He side-eyes you. ‘We like the same type of women.’

‘Women that are too hot for you?’ you ask, straightfaced.

‘Yeah.’

You stumble on a rock, and Hoseok curls his hand under your arm to steady you.

‘There you go again, thinking I need you when I don’t,’ you snipe, jerking your arm away.

‘Yeah, next time I’ll just let you fall on your face,’ Hoseok agrees.

He sighs. ‘Honestly? Your bitchiness is giving me a hard-on.’

Your gaze flies to his crotch.

Hoseok lets you look. ‘I’m strapped in, but I’ll let you look at it properly later if you want.’

‘No thanks,’ you snap.

He shrugs. ‘I’m not gonna force myself on you.’

Then, as you’re looking at his face, he smirks, popping a dimple at the corner of his mouth. ‘I won’t fuck you until you’re begging for it.’

You raise a brow, nonchalant. ‘Guess we’re never fucking then.’

‘That’s my loss,’ he says.

He veers off to the right, behind a tree.

‘Got it,’ he says, emerging after a moment, triumphantly holding up an acorn.

You tick it off the list silently.

‘I don’t want to be an asshole misogynist again, but the path’s slippery here, be careful,’ he says, as you approach a steep sloping hill.

‘Thanks,’ you reply.

The path narrows, and he says, ‘Let me go up ahead, ok? Just in case.’

‘I’m fine with you dying first,’ you agree.

He looks back at you, smiles. ‘I would have asked you out sooner if I’d known you were like this.’

‘Intolerant of assholes?’ you suggest.

He laughs. ‘Mean.’

You’re indignant. ‘I’m not mean!’

‘No, I like it,’ he says. ‘Like I said, you’re giving me a boner.’

‘I heard you were mean too,’ you say.

He scoffs. ‘Only in bed.’

He smiles at you. ‘Wanna find out?’

You shove him, and he just laughs. ‘Come on, let me help you up the slope.’

He offers you his hand, and when you reach out for it, he pulls it away.

You look up at him, outraged, and he laughs again.

‘No, really this time,’ he says, putting out his hand again.

You push past him, and your foot slips.

‘Shit!’

Hoseok, quick as a cat, grabs you to steady you.

‘You ok?’ he asks quietly, holding your arm.

‘I’m fine,’ you mutter. ‘We have one item left, then we can head back.’

‘The elderberries?’ Hoseok asks. ‘I found those ages ago.’

You stare up at him. ‘You didn’t —’

‘Yeah, I wanted more time with you. Alone in the woods.’

You’d be more mad if he didn’t look so absurdly hot when he’s grinning at you like he is now.

‘Fuck, Hoseok.’

‘My friends call me Hobi,’ he says.

‘We’re not friends,’ you snap.

He almost looks hurt. ‘Aren’t we? Don’t you like hanging out with me?’

You’re about to say you don’t when you realise it would be a lie.

He holds out his arm. ‘Come on, it’s getting dark. We should head back.’

***

You’re one of the last teams to get back, and as you walk up you realise from Jimin’s reaction that you’re still holding Hoseok’s arm.

‘Can I give you a ride back? I drove,’ Hoseok offers.

‘I came with Jimin on the train,’ you say.

‘You can both fit in my car,’ Hoseok says, easy.

You wake up to Jimin saying goodbye to Hoseok, and sit up guiltily.

Hoseok turns back to you.

‘Are you ok? You looked tired so we didn’t want to wake you.’

‘I’m fine. Let me come round the front.’

You slide into the front passenger seat, and Hoseok pulls away from Jimin’s apartment.

‘You hungry?’ he asks, as he drives.

You sit up and realise that you are, a bit.

‘Depends, are we gonna eat together?’

Hoseok looks over at you, laughs. ‘We can sit separately if you want.’

You end up at some 24 hour noodle bar near where he lives.

Hoseok slurps his noodles, throws glances at you across the tiny table, until you set down your chopsticks.

‘What?’

‘I’m just regretting fucking things up so badly with you,’ he says.

You open your mouth, ready with a reply, and close it again.

‘Namjoon asked me out,’ you tell him. ‘He came round to where I worked, and then one day asked if I wanted to meet him, and I did. We went on dates, and I don’t remember when it all changed but then one day I realised we were just sleeping together.’

You look up at him.

‘He’s never lied or said he wants more,’ you say. ‘You know, there was this one night I was walking back from his place and some dude snatched my phone.’

You look out the front window at the street.

‘I was right outside his building, but it was only after I got home, all shaken up that I realised I hadn’t even thought about ringing his bell, asking to come back up and calm down.’

You laugh, short. ‘I guess I didn’t want to find out how little he really cares about me outside of bed.’

You don’t want to see Hoseok’s face right now.

Is he disgusted at how pathetic you are?

You look at your hands.

‘I should go.’

Hoseok’s standing. He hasn’t said a word since your confession.

He stops with his hand on the passenger door of his car.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says.

You risk a glance at his face only to find he’s looking at you. There’s an openness to his expression, a mixture of concern and kindness and something else you can’t read.

He opens the door, shuts it after you once you’ve climbed in.

The drive back to yours is short, and you’re grateful that he seems to not want to try to talk.

He pulls up outside your steps, kills the engine.

‘Let me walk you to the door,’ he says.

You’re surprised. ‘It’s literally ten steps.’

He walks up with you, stops at the entrance.

‘Namjoon and I are similar in a lot of ways,’ he tells you, putting a hand on your arm, ‘but not in everything. I wouldn’t want you to think I’d treat you the same as he’s done.’

You look up at him and the memory of him that day at the festival softens your gaze.

‘I know you’re not the same,’ you say.

‘Good,’ Hoseok says. He lets go of your arm.

He waits until you’re inside before he drives away.

***

You and Jimin stare, bemused, at the beautifully stocked display trays of fresh fruit and vegetables.

You haven’t even started your shift, but it looks like all your work’s been done for you.

You turn to Jimin. ‘Did you?’

‘Nope,’ Jimin denies.

‘Then who?’

Hoseok walks by, accompanied by a man you don’t know with a lip piercing and a fluffy looking wolf cut covering his face.

‘Hey, Jungkook and I arranged the fruit this morning. Do you guys want to go round the back? We made rolls and coffee.’

Nonplussed, you and Jimin follow Hoseok and Jungkook to the break room.

Hoseok pours you a mug of coffee, passes you a roll.

‘How are you doing?’ he asks, settling into the seat next to yours, leaning back.

His thigh brushes yours as he stretches out, and he moves it carefully away.

‘I’m good,’ you say. ‘You?’

‘I couldn’t sleep well thinking about what you said,’ Hoseok says.

You’re discomfited. ‘It’s fine, Hoseok, I didn’t tell you for any particular reason.’

‘I know. I just wanted you to know I’m sorry and I can do better.’

You’re quiet. ‘Why do you care?’

‘I like you,’ he says, with an honesty that takes your breath away. ‘Even when you’re mean to me.’

He smiles at your expression. ‘Especially when you’re mean to me,’ he amends.

You can’t help but laugh.

***

Hoseok’s gathering shopping trolleys in the car park when you walk out.

‘Hey,’ he says, pushing a long line of trolleys towards you. ‘Want to go watch a movie?’

You tilt your head, considering, and then decide to make the leap.

‘Hey. My mom dropped off a lot of food at mine yesterday. There’s enough for both of us if you’re interested.’

Hoseok beams at you. ‘Yes!’ he says, with such enthusiasm you’re smiling.

‘I just need to get my jacket,’ he explains. ‘Wait for me here?’

You’re waiting for Hoseok by the trolleys when a familiar voice says your name.

It’s Namjoon.

He’s decked out in blue, and white, tall enough to block out the late afternoon sun, handsome enough to make you stand up straight.

‘Hey,’ he says.

‘Hey.’

‘I haven’t heard from you lately,’ he says. He cocks his head, dimples at you. ‘You good?’

‘Yeah, I’m good.’

‘I’m ready,’ Hoseok says cheerfully, coming out the side of the store.

He stops when he sees you and Namjoon.

There’s an infinitesimal pause before he says, ‘Hey, Namjoon.’

Namjoon says, easy, ‘hey Hobi.’

‘We’re going to have dinner,’ you say.

‘Yeah,’ Hoseok says. ‘See you later, Namjoon.’

Hoseok puts a gentle hand under your arm. ‘Ready?’

You think you are.

***

Hoseok’s eating a cream puff.

There’s a dollop of cream on his top lip, and you put your hand on his arm to keep him still as you lean forward and lick it off.

Hoseok’s reflexes are quick.

He turns his head instantly to kiss you full on the lips.

Oh my. Is this what you’ve been missing?

His lips are sweet, and warm, and he’s responsive, following your lead as you deepen the kiss.

His tongue flicks at your lower lip, and then slides into your mouth.

His warm hand covers yours as you break apart.

‘Let’s go sit,’ you invite, gesturing to your couch.

Hoseok’s laying a trail of kisses along the line of your neck, tongue coming out to flick at your skin. His hand’s gently squeezing your covered thigh.

His chest is pressed against yours, and something about the solid warmth of him is making your head spin.

You’re squirming, impatient already even though he’s made no move to do anything but kiss you.

Hoseok sighs out a breath as he pulls away. He rests the side of his head against the back of your couch, lips curving in a smile.

‘I could do this all night,’ he tells you.

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’

***

Hoseok’s shirtless, lying on his back on your bedspread. His flat abs twitch as you run your tongue along them.

You reach the button on his jeans, tug at it with your teeth.

Hoseok’s hand comes up to grasp your hair.

‘You really want this?’ he asks.

‘We can just snuggle for a bit if you want,’ he suggests, voice low and warm.

He pulls you up alongside him, curls an arm around you, keeps his face close to yours.

He says, ‘I’ve wanted to be with you like this since that time at the festival.’

He reaches out, traces a finger over the upper curve of your breasts, exposed in your bra.

‘Fuck, you’re a menace,’ Hoseok mutters, but he doesn’t sound mad about it.

He traces circles on your arm lazily, lets you slide your hand over his bare chest. His flat nipples pebble under your touch.

‘You know what I think?’ he says, finally.

You raise your eyes to his.

‘I think you need to be told what to do,’ Hoseok says, thoughtfully. ‘You’re too pretty, I bet that’s what all the boys you’ve slept with tell you.’

Your brow furrows.

Hoseok nudges you down so you’re flat on the bed, hooks a thigh over your legs to slide you fully underneath him.

He braces himself with a forearm beside your head, rolls his hips slowly against yours, makes you tremble with want.

Hoseok says, a challenge in his eyes, ‘Bet you wouldn’t know what to do with my cock if I let you have it.’

You look at him, your irritation clouded by lust, by the way he’s still slowly grinding himself against you.

He laughs at you.

The bastard has the audacity to laugh at you.

‘Look at you, your lips like that, your eyes like that. Bet all you have to do is smile and you have guys creaming their pants.’

He leans closer, presses his lips to your ear, murmurs, ‘huh.’

You’re already so wet and needy you can barely keep up, but you muster up a retort, defiance in your tone.

‘I’m not some sort of pillow princess,’ you tell him, annoyed.

Hoseok laughs, voice so low and raspy now you can barely make out the words.

‘I think you are,’ he replies. He rolls his hips again, and you try to stifle a moan but you can’t.

‘It’s ok,’ he tells you, hand under your ass, pulling your hips up to his. ‘I like it.’

The chain around his neck’s dangling into the dip of his clavicles. You tuck your fingers into it, pull a little as you kiss him again, open mouthed.

Hoseok licks into your mouth like he loves the taste of you, sloppy, wet. As you run your hand down over his bare chest he groans.

He sits forward, tucks his fingers under the strap of your bra. ‘Can I take this off?’ he asks.

When you nod he unhooks your bra, tugs it off you.

He admires your bare breasts for so long your hands are already coming up to cover yourself when he says, stern, ‘Don’t.’

‘Hoseok —-‘

‘I’m staring,’ he explains patiently, ‘because I’ve been thinking about you like this for so long I can’t believe we’re finally here, like this.’

He kisses you off centre, at the corner of your mouth, flicking his tongue at the seam of your lips.

‘I’m staring because you’re such a pretty girl.’

He lowers his head, sticks out his tongue, laves the peak of your breast, pulling a whimper out of you.

‘Go on,’ he says, watching your face, lips against your breast. ‘Let me hear how much you like it.’

His thigh slips between yours, and you roll your hips against it, seeking friction for your aching clit, the emptiness between your legs.

Hoseok’s mouth is warm, and wet, and he grasps your hip, tight, as he suckles at your breasts.

Your first orgasm takes you by surprise, a burst of warm pleasure from your throbbing clit, your cunt pulsing around nothing as you cry out and buck your hips against his.

‘Easy, baby,’ Hoseok says, letting you ride out the waves of your pleasure, hand warm on your skin as he steadies you.

You lift your face to his, and he’s only too happy to give you his mouth. You’re still breathless from your orgasm, and when he slips a firm hand under your panties, you moan so loudly his ears ring.

Hoseok groans at the feel of you, warm and soft and slicking up his fingers.

‘Are you sensitive? Can I?’

You reach down and curl your fingers around him, and Hoseok can’t stop himself from grinding into your hand.

‘One sec,’ he grunts. He tears open a condom, passes it to you.

‘Go on, do some work, princess.’

You’re sitting up on legs that still feel like jelly.

Instead of rolling the condom onto his length, you take him in your mouth, suck at his head, and Hoseok swears and pulls you off him.

‘Damn you need to warn me if you’re gonna do that, I nearly came,’ he pants.

He kisses you again. ‘Behave yourself or you won’t get fucked.’

You pinch the tip, roll the condom onto him, and Hoseok pulls you on top of him.

He pinches the softness of your inner thigh, making you jump.

‘Line me up,’ he says.

You squeeze him as you position yourself, and Hoseok groans. ‘Fuck, you’re such a brat.’

He closes his eyes, huffs out a long breath as you take him in.

He’s deep, like this, snug. He grasps your hips, helps you move on his cock.

His head arches back into the pillow underneath it, neck bared to you as you ride him.

‘Use me, baby,’ he urges, bucking his hips up into you to fuck you a little deeper, grunting when you cry out.

He feels so good your oversensitivity gives way to building need.

‘Come on,’ Hoseok says. He cards his fingers through your hair, tugs you down so he can devour your mouth. He’s vocal in his enjoyment of you, groaning into your mouth, grasping your ass so tight he’s going to leave marks.

‘Look,’ he says, hoarse, helping you lift up off him so you can see your arousal glistening on his skin, on the insides of your thighs.

He swears. ‘Turn over.’

He pulls out, and you turn over, onto all fours. You tremble with want as he slides his cock against your slit, nudging you apart.

He’s back inside you in one smooth movement, curled over your back, hand on your tits, the other hand snaking down the front of your pelvis to rub your clit.

‘I’m gonna come,’ he tells you. His voice is raspy now, taut. ‘And I think I’m going to fucking love coming into this cunt.’

‘I think you’re gonna get so fucking tight I won’t be able to move.’

He strokes his fingers over your clit, and you cry out. He flicks his other thumb over your peaked nipple.

‘Shit, you’re so fucking soft, princess,’ he groans. ‘So fucking soft.’

You moan his name as his words push you over the edge.

‘That’s it, there you go, princess,’ he says. He drives himself into your pulsing cunt, deep, slow, and then he’s holding you tight, pulled up so your back is pressed to his chest. You can feel him twitching as he fills the condom.

Your arms buckle, and you drop onto the bed, taking him with you.

He rolls off. ‘Fuck, are you ok? Did I squash you?’

You’re still breathless but you manage a smile. ‘No, you killed me.’

Hoseok laughs. ‘Knew you were a princess.’

He sits up, staggers a little, and he disappears in the direction of your kitchen, coming back with a glass of water.

‘Drink up.’

As you drink he goes to the bathroom, returning shirtless but with his briefs back on.

‘All yours,’ he says. He passes you his t-shirt and your panties.

By the time you make it back he’s tidied up the clothes you shed, and is perched on the end of your bed.

He looks up at you.

‘I can go,’ he says, tentative.

You come closer, and automatically, he curls an arm around your waist, pressing his face into your front.

‘Why don’t you stay?’

Hoseok’s smile is bright, happy, pleased. ‘I’d like to.’

You hit the lights, and he holds up the covers for you to slide in, wraps his arm around you as soon as you’re in the bed.

Your phone buzzes on your nightstand.

‘Need to get that?’ he asks as you lift it to check.

He watches you swipe away the text from Namjoon, but all he says is, ‘What kind of coffee do you like? I’ll pick us up some in the morning.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ he promises. ‘I’ll get you whatever you want.’

#bts smut #hoseok x reader #hoseok fanfic #hoseok smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon fanfic

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ambrosiagoldfish · 1 year ago

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First time requesting anything sooo let me know if I get anything wrong but,,, could I request some dragon!reader x Venti (Genshin Impact) fluff ? Dragon in like... The way that Zhongli is with a dragon and a humanoid form. let me know if I should send another ask with anything additional,,

Draconic Inquiries

Venti x Dragon! Reader

Safe for all Audiences!

Warnings: None! Just pure fluff and Gn! Reader!

Request Box: Open

Word count: 1634

A/N: Hi, thank you for the request! I’m sorry it took so long! There was a lot of hiccups that came up this past week, but I’m happy to finally have had gotten to finishing this!

I wasn’t sure if you wanted a Fluff Fic or head-canons so I did both! I would have asked you but I was already upset that it took this long to write, so I decided not to! I also wrote it to be romantic! I hope this is ok! If not, just shoot me another request and I’ll make you a new one!!

Proofread but of course I could have missed something.

He was first introduced to you via The Traveler, and right away he could tell something about you reminded him a lot of that "old block-head" as Venti so eloquently puts it. Of course, you weren’t anything like Zhongli, but there were some very similar aspects between the two of you at a more biological level.

It didn't take him long to figure it out though, despite his carefree and lovable nature, he is quite perceptive. He could tell from the power imitating from you, that you weren't some regular run of the mill Allogene. The power that you gave off wasn't exactly like his or even most of the other archons it was more… Pure? Something more undisturbed than most elemental beings.

Whatever you were, he wasn't sure if you were open about it, Him, being an Archon, would make him relate to you regarding hiding the truth about yourself, if that is the case. So he decided to ask you about it alone. You were a bit hesitant at first to outright admit it, especially to a person who seemed so interested. Being an Elemental beast, were able to sense an alarming amount of Anemo Energy coming from this short drunkard bard, way too much to just be some regular mortal.

When you finally reveal yourself to be a dragon, he's honestly pretty excited. He's only ever met 4 dragons in his 2600+ year life span, Zhongli, who was just annoyed by any questions he would ask, Dvalin, who, despite being one of his closest friends, is also annoyed by many of his drunken inquiries. Durin and Ursa the Drake tried destroying Mondstadt so they were definitely not an option... So he's been dying to ask a vishap some questions.

And Immediately they started

"Dragon's have hoards, right? Surely there has to be a teensy bit of fine wine there? No? Darn it..."

"Can you breathe fire?!"

"Is it true that dragon's are scared of mice? Eh... Wait! no! That's Elephants. Nevermind!"

It was quite a lot to process and answer them all in time before he went on to the next question. Eventually he seemed to run out of them, that or he saw how distressed you were trying to keep up.

"That's enough questions for today, Ehe! Next time we should have our conversation over a nice cold glass of cider!"

"Next time?"

Venti then, from that day forward, had the two of you meeting up more and more, He would bring the drinks, both Alcoholic and Non-Alcoholic, depending on if you drink or not. and every time, Venti would somehow come up with more and more questions about your heritage, nonstop rambling of questions that would go from dusk till dawn. He seemed to never run out of them. But eventually he would start asking questions that weren't about your Draconic lifestyle. Things like,

"So Y/n, have you ever dated anyone before?"

"Hey Yn! Have you heard that the Windblume Festival is coming soon? Ehe, What do you think the original windblume was? Cecilia? Great choice!"

"Have you ever been to Windrise? It's the place with the huge tree! Huh? eh, You haven't? I'll make sure to show you sometime"

The Windblume festival finally comes around, the whole of Mondstadt was in a fury of unending joy, there were games, foods and deserts, the entire of the city’s buildings were all decorated in many different flowers and ribbons. Dandelions soared through the air, each one carrying the wish of a soul in Mondstadt.

The Day was fantastic, but it seems Venti had more energy to spend after the day's festivities, Venti drags you by the hand through the decorated city streets, past the vendor's shops, and over the bridge, all while you were blindfolded. Of course, you were a little scared being led through all these places without even knowing where exactly you were, but your elemental sense was top notch, not to mention your regular senses at that. So you knew you weren't in any real danger.

"Venti, this is a bit dramatic, even for you"

"Eh he… very funny Y/n, but we're almost there! Just a few more steps and... There!"

The pulling of your hand suddenly stops and Venti’s hand lets go of yours, with one quick motion the blindfold obscuring your eyes was snatched clean off. It took a second for your eyes to adjust, the sun beginning to set but even then being blindfolded caused even the slightest of light to sting your eyes.

Looking up, a big tree hung over you both, lying under the tree, just by the roots, was a checkered red and white blanket layed across the viridescent grass, a seemingly warnout picnic basket layed atop it. From where you stood you could make out a plethora of food and drinks, Pie, Dandelion wine, Apples. You certainly knew there was more, you could tell just from your sense of smell.

But the most notable feature about the fairytale esq scene in front of you was Venti, holding something, a bouquet of Ceclia’s

"These are what you believe to be the original Windblume right? I picked them myself so, rest assured! They’re guaranteed to be the best of quality, ehe!"

"Y/n, the time we’ve spent together these past few months have meant the world to me... Since the moment you arrived in Mondstadt, you’ve been tangled up in every thought of my mind, you've become all I can think about, my one and only worry, my muse, my... everything... What I'm trying to say is, Y/n, I love you and if you feel the same, could you continue being my muse?" His arms stretch slightly to you, offering you the bouquet in his hand.

Everything about this, the scenery, the way he asked, down to the golden hour from the sun, it was all so unforgettable. Your hands slowly move to grasp the Cecilia’s, bringing them up to your face and smelling them.

“Nothing would make me happier, Venti”

Venti’s eyes lit up, blush washed his face as a soft breeze quickly caried him over to you as he practically tackled you into his embrace, the sudden forces causes you both to spin in each others arms, all while Venti’s heartfelt laugh drowns out all other sounds.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” His voice grew louder with the repetition as a gleeful smile plastered on his face. He reaches back from his embrace, quickly grabbing his lyre and giving it a few test strums.

“The day isn’t over yet! Allow me to serenade you with a song I’ve made especially for you, my muse.”

And with that, you both continued to laugh and sing throughout the night. The sounds of the feverish festivities of you both echoed through Windrise, your love that would last for eons to come, dancing across the wind.

You both truly, couldn’t be happier.

HEADCANONS

Venti always makes sure that he’s always there for you when you aren’t your best mentally or physically. He cudddles you when your sad, listens to you when you’re upset. Overall he may be a loud bard but he’s also a great listener!

And speaking of cuddles he LOVES them. Since youre a dragon, your body temperature is a lot higher than humans, so he loves the warmth close to him. And if you ever decide to cuddle while IN dragon form then he wouldn’t let you leave for a while. (I also headcanon that since he’s a wind spirit, his body temperature isn’t that high so he’s often a little cold, so an S/o with a high body temperature would be perfect for him)

Regardless of if you can fly or not in dragon form, he loves to go on walks with you, and by “walks” I mean YOU do the walking and he just sits on your back. If you CAN fly than he’d be less of a koala and actually fly with you.

(You may have scared a few of the locals but love is love)

If there’s ever a time that you have to fight, either to protect him, yourself or something else, he will always have your back. Of course, him being a Wind Spirit and an Archon he has at least some power but after losing his Gnosis and him being demoted to the least powerful archon, he’s not incredibly strong. But you being a dragon seems to make up for his lack of power. The times you’ve saved him from some lowly fatuus trying to ambush him, he really couldn’t be more thankful.

He’s really into PDA (no surprise there) so kisses, handholding, etc are all commonplace. He's also always bringing you gifts like food. He’s not much of a baker, but he’d try to make anything for you that you’d want. (Just uh… don’t expect it to be anything spectacular)

Gifts he likes are Cider (obvi) and of course, Apples! You’d get him the finest of wines, (that’s totally not from your dragon hoard, because you are TOTALLY not that kind of dragon •-•^) and he would love them more each time.

He would eventually introduce you to Dvailn (it’s his best bud so it’s a given you’d meet him eventually) and Zhongli who he thought you two might have something in common with.

Overall, having a dragon S/o is one of the best things to happen to him (Tied only with that time Diluc accidentally left his wine cellar unlocked) He’s always wanting to learn more about you and loves spending time with you!

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