#fuck i rly hope i sleep longer than an hour tonight
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barkingangelbaby · 6 months ago
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i should get a treat every time i take my meds!! it has been so so so difficult to even drink water today, much less swallow my meds.. everything hurts so much :c im currently crushing my pills up n mixing them into my drinks bc it's been so hard, rip.
i was barely able to speak aloud today too /: I rly hope im feeling up for doing some light chores tmrw. anyway. time to try to drink my little oxy water without crying !!
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sunshinetaehun · 4 years ago
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A Little Bit Addicted
⇢ pairing: jungkook x reader ⇢ side-pairing: namjoon x reader (only rly mentioned) ⇢ genre: smut (mainly but i suppose if u squint u can see some angst)  ⇢ word count: 6.2k  ⇢ warnings: cheating (i felt so guilty writing this sorry joonie ilysm), sub!jk honestly even when hes not subbing hes a fucking sub - i am weak for sub!jk, fingering, oral (mainly f), unprotected sex, dirty talk, cum-feeding, slight praise kink, overstimulation, swearing
Music and the sound of shoes hitting the floor in time to the beat as well as shouts and laughter could be heard echoing around the dance studio before you’d even entered the room. You’d just finished work and like every other Tuesday, you headed straight to the boys’ practice session for the final hour so you could ride home with your boyfriend, Namjoon. His home at the moment being the dorms he stayed in with the rest of the group members; they were busy these days with practice and promotions and studio time, it was just so much more convenient for them all to stay in the same place together. You’d been with Namjoon for almost a year now, probably the happiest year of your life so far, and everyday you made an effort to remind yourself just how lucky you are to have found him at a time when you needed someone just like him the most. You’d only just started to get your life back on track - a stable job, a steady income, a nice apartment to yourself - when you’d met him that day at the coffee shop on the block where you both worked. It was perfect. Everything in your life had come together and now, even in this city where you knew no one just 10 months prior, you had a boyfriend and group of friends who had welcomed you with open arms the moment Namjoon had introduced you. 
Out of everyone in the group, you’d seemed to bond with Jimin and Taehyung the most; you were all born around the same time with Jimin’s birthday just three days before yours so you supposed that was why it was almost effortless for the three of you to hang out from the start. The others were just as welcoming though, as could be seen as soon as you entered the practice room, Namjoon running over to kiss you and ask about your day while everyone turned to greet you enthusiastically; everyone except Jeongguk. Jeongguk was the only one of the group you weren’t exactly close to; when you’d first started dating Namjoon, he was actually the one that you spent the most time with aside from your boyfriend of course. But that quickly changed.
‘Kookie, it’s time for you to go to bed.’ You laughed at the younger male who had arrived back at the dorms in what you could only describe as an absolutely wrecked state. Falling all over himself as he tried to stumble out of his trainers, he’d let himself fall back on the couch with a sigh. 
‘M just gonna sleep here.’ He’d slurred, his eyes closed tightly as though he was already asleep as he was talking. You were the only two awake in the dorms, it was 3am after all and Namjoon had gone to bed an hour ago after falling asleep within the first 20 minutes of the movie you’d been begging him to watch with you for weeks. 
With an amused sigh, you shook your head and decided not to argue with the drunken mess in front of you, speaking a soft goodnight under your breath. ‘Uh, y/n?’ Jeongguk’s voice was quiet but loud enough for you to hear in the silence of the building. ‘You- um- do you wanna maybe sit with me for a bit? Room’s spinning and I-’
‘I’ll sit with you.’ You cut him off, realising he was going to keep rambling if you didn’t just answer him. You nudged his feet to make room for you at the foot of the sofa and he obliged, sitting himself up slightly to rest against the chair arm as he looked at you.
‘You’re so pretty.’ Jeongguk spoke confidently after a brief discussion about tonight's adventures and you couldn’t help but blush slightly at his words, hitting his shin and thanking him. Drunk people really are something else, you thought to yourself. ‘No, really you are. I-I hope Joonie hyung knows how lucky he is. I think… I think if I had a girlfriend pretty like you are, wouldn’t be able to stay away from you.’ His words were a mumble and his eyes unfocused but there was a sincerity in his tone that was hard for you to ignore as you shifted awkwardly in your seat. ‘Sometimes think I’m fucking jealous he was the one who met you that day.’
Your cheeks burned red at his words and you were unbelievably thankful that the only light in the room was what was leaking in from the still fully-lit kitchen. ‘Jeongguk… I don’t think-’. But when you looked at him to address him directly, he was fast asleep. 
You hadn’t spoken about that night with Jeongguk ever since it happened; you weren’t even sure if he remembered it. But from that moment on, you had distanced yourself from the younger male. If everyone else but him left a room, you would do the same; if it were just the two of you at a table, you would excuse yourself to the bathroom. It was harsh and you knew it but you didn’t know what else to do. And it wasn’t his fault really, what he’d said wasn’t what had bothered you. It was how you felt when he said it. You felt butterflies in your stomach and an excited blush on your cheeks and a deep feeling of guilt in the very core of your being. And sometimes even now, you would catch eyes with him and the butterflies would return. It was your best kept secret, your crush on your boyfriend’s best friend.
The boys returned to practice after Namjoon had briefly asked about your day, rushing the conversation slightly because the choreographer today was rather impatient but you didn’t mind. You settled on the floor, shoes kicked off and back to the wall with iced caramel latte in hand; Namjoon always had one ready for when you would arrive, your favourite drink. You watched the boys with a smile on your face, breaking into laughter with the rest of them when Jimin slipped and fell, much to the dismay of the choreographer, as you tried to ignore the nagging feeling that someone was watching you. You knew who it was, the only person not in your immediate line of vision - Jeongguk. 
This was one of the moments where you would catch him staring at you and nervous excitement would tingle in the pit of your stomach as you both looked away within a second. And as much as you didn’t want to give in this time, your eyes flicked towards him and caught his gaze. Normally, he would look away fast and shamefully as soon as you turned to him but not today. Today, he drank from his water bottle while keeping his eyes on you and you couldn’t help watching the way his throat moved as he swallowed the liquid. He was still watching you. Why wasn’t he looking away? Why weren’t you looking away? You saw the corner of his mouth twitch up in a smirk as he held your gaze for just a millisecond longer before turning his attention back to the dance. The dance studio was so much hotter than usual today, you thought to yourself to try and distract yourself from the jarring interaction with the boy at the other side of the room. It was hotter because you were blushing and the pit of your stomach felt warm for some reason and because you couldn’t stop thinking about Jeongguk’s eyes and his throat and the way his tattooed hand was gripping his water bottle and - oh fuck, what is happening? 
The sound of your name being called pulled you out of your panicked daze as you looked at the clock and then at your boyfriend calling you from the door to the dance studio. Twenty minutes had passed and you’d barely even noticed, too busy focusing on getting these thoughts out of your head. Even looking at Namjoon’s beautiful, blissfully ignorant face made you feel sick to your stomach with guilt. ‘Oh, uh, yeah. Just one minute,’ you muttered, moving to put your shoes on as he left to wait for you by the car. 
‘It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know?’ Jeongguk’s voice came from behind you as you were tying your laces. You could hear the smile on his lips, feeling a pang of sadness that you hadn’t witnessed it in so long due to distancing yourself from him, but refusing to look up at him. He was making his way towards the door as well and soon enough he was in front of you but you still didn’t lift your head to look at him.  ‘People can’t help who they’re attracted to.’ 
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ A laugh escaped his lips and the butterflies were back. Eventually, you had to look up, knowing you couldn’t continue staring at the floor until he left. You feigned normality as you stood up and grabbed your bag. ‘Really, I have no idea.’ You pressed, now looking him dead in his face as he raised one eyebrow questioningly and your heart raced in your chest.  
‘Whatever you say.’ He shook his head in an amused fashion before walking out of the studio. You waited 20 seconds, long enough to compose yourself, before following after him.
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The next few days were relatively normal; you’d worked, Namjoon had worked even more than that and you’d had lunch with Taehyung and Hobi once when they weren’t needed at dance practice. But things with Jeongguk… well, things with Jeongguk  weren’t getting any easier. It seemed as though he’d been making an extra effort to get noticed by you, to be alone with you. The seemingly ever-present smirk on his face as he’d make a thinly-veiled flirtation comment before catching your eye; sometimes he would even laugh quietly when you’d drag your eyes away, embarrassment flooding your cheeks. And nothing about this was discreet. It was so shameless, in fact, that even Jimin had pulled you aside briefly to ask you about it. You’d brushed it off as just ‘Kookie messing around’ but he looked skeptical, he’d said that Jeongguk was lucky Namjoon has been busy in the studio lately because there’s no way this would have gone over his head otherwise. 
It had to stop and you knew it but the nerves you felt when you imagined confronting him had made you shy away up until this point. You’d put it off everytime you built up the courage to say something and had always breathed a silent sigh of relief whenever someone had entered the room just before you were about to speak to him. But today the whole group was at the studio, finishing off a song that Jeongguk was no longer needed for because his part was complete. He had the day off and it was just the two of you in the apartment. Your time to say something was now and there was no backing out when you were at his bedroom door, banging at it with your fist while your heart raced.
Jeongguk answered the door with a knowing smirk, of course he knew it would be you when the others were out. ‘I knew you’d come running eventually.’ He teased, standing away from the open door to let you in. You brushed off his comment, stepping angrily into the centre of the room before turning to face him, arms folded across your stomach. 
‘You need to fucking stop.’ You demanded, adrenaline fuelled by anger pumping through your veins as you stood in front of him. ‘What are you playing at? Jimin asked me if we we’re fucking? Did you know that?! People think we’re fucking Jeongguk, that’s not okay!’ The fact that his face didn’t change at your words, he remained seemingly unbothered by discovering Jimin was onto him, only angered you further. ‘What about Joon? He’s your leader, you’re supposed to fucking respect him.’
‘What Namjoon-hyung doesn’t know won’t hurt him, y/n.’ Jeongguk spoke firmly but there was a weakness in his tone. If you knew any better, you’d think he was on the verge of begging but you know Jeongguk and you’re pretty sure he’s not the kind of man to beg. 
‘That’s so messed up, Kook. He’s my boyfriend, I-’
‘Do you love him?’ Jeongguk asked suddenly and you stopped talking, mouth opening wide as you stared at him. He repeated the question but you were deep in thought. You hadn’t actually told Namjoon you love him yet, or vice versa which you supposed was weird after almost a year but some relationships are slower and you certainly cared deeply for one another. And besides, not loving someone doesn’t mean fuck someone else. 
‘You can’t tell me you don’t feel it too. I can see it in the way you look at me.’ He cut off your train of thought. And he was right, of course he was right. Hell, even Jimin picked up on something between the two of you. Jeongguk took one step closer to you, eyeing you carefully to make sure you wouldn’t back away and you wanted to but also you didn’t want to and suddenly his lips were pressing lightly against yours. 
Panic alarms were ringing in your head. This is wrong. This is so so wrong. You’re cheating. But the alarms were silenced when you realised you were kissing him back and he was pressing his tongue ever so delicately across your lips. You’d never felt so fucking turned on from just a kiss but here you were, your panties probably soaking through as he delicately cupped your face with one hand and pulled you closer with the other. You felt high from his kiss, as though this is something you had been waiting for forever and in that moment, Namjoon didn’t exist. No one else existed except the two of you. 
Jeongguk was walking you backwards towards the bed, sitting you down on the edge of it before kneeling in front of you. His hands played with the waistband of your trousers, fumbling to grip it and looked up at you as a way to ask if this was okay. You nodded, you couldn’t quite fucking believe it but you nodded because you were drunk on the boy in front of you and you didn’t think you’d ever been so aroused in your life. He didn’t have to be told twice, pulling both your trousers and your panties down in just one movement. 
‘Lay back.’ Jeongguk spoke but it wasn’t demanding, it was soft and he seemed more distracted by your pussy now fully exposed to him. You did as he said, opening your legs wider and you were sure you almost heard a small whimper from him as he got a better look at your opening. ‘Can I touch you?’ Jeongguk asked, almost breathlessly as he shuffled forward on his knees to get more in between your legs. 
It was strange, him asking to touch you after he’s spent all this time trying to get you here but you supposed he just maybe was extra careful about consent. Either way it was undeniably attractive for reasons you couldn’t fully comprehend to have him sat patiently, waiting for your permission. ‘Yes, yes.’ You barely had time to blink before his finger was tracing around your folds, slowly moving around you and gently flicking across your most sensitive area. You gasped at the feeling as he kissed inside your thighs, his finger moving to your hole and pushing inside. 
Then he pushed in another, moving slowly at first and curving slightly until he found one spot inside you that made you see stars. ‘Oh shit, th-there.’ He moaned along with you and you wondered if he’d managed to get his clothes off somehow to touch himself but he couldn’t have. He really must just enjoy getting people off. Your moans became louder as he began to move his fingers faster, ensuring to keep hitting that same spot over and over until you were practically dripping onto his bedsheets. You’d never been this wet before, not without lube, and you didn’t even know it was possible.
‘Want another one?’ He asked, sounding almost as fucked out as you even though he had simply pushed his fingers inside you. You moaned in confirmation nodding desperately as you wrapped the bedding around your fists. The knot in your stomach was already tightening and he hadn’t even touched your clit. It was like his hands were magic - or this sexual frustration was so pent up, you would have been pushed over the edge from even the slightest touch eventually. He pushed in a third finger, his other hand moving to circle your most sensitive area with the perfect amount of pressure. Your back was arching off of the bed, so lost in the feelings he was giving you with just his bare hands. 
‘Fuck Kookie, I-I’m gonna cum already.’ He sped up his movements at your words, eagerly pushing you closer and closer to the edge. ‘I- you… you’re so fucking good at this. So fucking good.’ You don’t know why your words made him moan, high pitched and drawn out as he bit lightly into your thigh but it was so hot. All of this was so fucking hot, you weren’t sure how much longer you would be able to last. And then the knot within you tightened even more as soon as his fingers hit that one spot, you were done. Your orgasm hit you like a train, your entire mind blank as you felt the pleasure. He continued moving his fingers inside you until your muscles relaxed and you sank into the mattress. You almost groaned with sadness as he removed his fingers from you. 
‘Do you want a handjob or something?’ You asked under your breath as he moved to sit on the bed, back to wall with the obvious tent in his joggers almost begging to be touched. At this point, you were so high from your orgasm that you weren’t even thinking about how wrong this was. As awful as it felt to think about, that was the best orgasm you’d ever had and it was just from his fingers. You felt you owed him something in return after what he’d just done for you.
Jeongguk shook his head as he wiped his wet fingers lazily on his bed sheets - usually that would seem gross to you but somehow it was hot. Everything he did was so fucking hot and it was infuriating because now you’d crossed the line and you were officially someone who had cheated on your boyfriend and oh fuck, the guilt was rising as your high faded and this was terrible. Awful. The worst thing in the world. ‘It’s okay. Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page.’ 
With that, he threw a smug wink in your direction before getting off the bed and heading for what you assumed was a shower though you couldn’t hear him over the deep shame in the pit of your stomach. How would you ever face Namjoon again?
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‘It’s not happening again. It can’t happen again.’ Your voice was shaking as you tried everything in your power to seem strong. You were feigning confidence and it was obvious with the way your hands nervously fiddled with the hem of your sweater but you hoped more than anything he wouldn’t pick up on it. Nothing had happened since whatever the fuck had happened before, he’d barely even paid you any attention afterwards. At first you felt slightly offended, wondered if you’d done something wrong for him to suddenly lose interest but the shame that came with those feelings was enough to tell you it was for the best. But then he became interested again, teasing you and trying to get you alone. You had enough.
‘But I-’ Jeongguk started before you shook your head.
‘Just fucking no!’ You practically yelled and were shocked to see him flinch slightly at the harshness of your tone. ‘It’s so, so awful, Kookie. It’s wrong. How do you not feel terrible? How can you even sleep at night? I’ve barely slept since… since the other day and I can’t keep this secret. I have to tell him, I have to fucking tell him. I-’ 
‘Y/n, please.’ His voice came out gentle as he cut you off and you couldn’t help but be taken aback. He took two steps forward and held one of your hands between two of his. ‘Please, please just let me have you once. Just once and I’ll never ask again.’ He was practically whining as he looked deep into your eyes; you were wrong before - Jeongguk is the type of man to beg. There was no dominance in his gaze, only desperation and even though he was taller than you, he looked smaller somehow. You could feel your heart swell at the almost adorable sight as heat simultaneously pooled in your stomach - this was fucking confusing. ‘Please let me just be inside you, I-I can’t stop thinking about your pussy and how good it must feel and taste and I want to make you feel good. I need to make you feel good. Please let me try, I know I can do well.’ 
You knew you should say no, turn him away and tell Namjoon but the worst part was you didn’t want to. The way he was looking at you was so desperate you thought he might cry and you remembered how hard you came just from his fingers inside you. It was disgusting how much you wanted him, even when Namjoon had touched you the other night, you found yourself imagining it was the younger male between your legs for a brief moment before snapping out of it. 
‘Just once.’ The words were out of your mouth before you even thought to stop them and the way Jeongguk’s face lit up at just the two syllables was enough to make a small smile play on your lips in return. Just one time. Then you can stop thinking of him when you touch yourself with your boyfriend asleep next to you. Quick thank you’s were bouncing off of Jeongguk’s tongue as he grabbed your hand as he practically dragged you to the bedroom like a little boy running to open his Christmas presents. 
As soon as you were in his room, he slammed the door shut and began shedding his clothes. His t-shirt first, then his shorts and then finally his boxers. You were still fully-clothed as he pulled your hand to move you to the bed. You were mesmerised by him; his beautiful tanned skin stretched perfectly over his defined arms and abs and his cock - well, his cock was beautiful. It was thinner than Namjoon’s but long and slightly curved in a way you knew would hit all the right places inside you. You briefly cringed at the idea of comparing your boyfriend’s cock to the one of the man kneeling on the bed in front of you but you pushed the thoughts away. That didn’t matter now. It was just one time. 
You followed his lead, pushing those thoughts completely out of your mind as you pulled your t-shirt over your head, followed by your leggings and your panties hitting the floor. You couldn’t quite believe that you were here again. What a pathetic attempt to tell someone to leave you alone. Before you could even try to talk yourself out of it, Jeongguk was reaching out towards you, softly grabbing your hand and pulling you to lay on the bed. 
‘I really want to make you feel amazing, y/n. Better than you’ve ever felt.’ You were laid with your legs bent and open and Jeongguk was hovering above you, peppering kisses from your jawline, down your chest. ‘I’ve thought about it for a long time but now more than ever and I-I know it’s wrong but…’ Jeongguk trails off as he begins to kiss your stomach and then your inner thighs and he’s getting closer to your pussy before he speaks again. ‘I-I just have to know how you taste. Can I?’ Again, he’s asking before he does and it's so endearing to you that you can only say yes to him.
His tongue is warm and desperate as it hits your pussy, directly on your clit and circles the bud with such a force you have to force yourself not to arch up into his face instantly. He moans when his tongue pokes at your hole, gathering all your juices and you hear him make a noise almost as though he is drinking it in. ‘You taste better than I could have thought. I- fuck, wow.’ He mutters almost to himself as he continues to work his mouth on you. You grind up into his face accidentally but he doesn’t seem to care, if anything he buries himself deeper and you’re sure his entire face must be wet at this point. He works so expertly, it's almost effortless the way his tongue glides to all the right places that make your toes curl and your head spin. And then he stops and he’s looking at you. 
‘Can I touch myself?’ As you looked down at him, you took in his appearance. His nose and chin were wet with your arousal and his eyes were wide, pleading with you as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. It was adorable in the most inappropriate of ways. It was then that your mind flashed back to your last encounter with the boy in front of you - the way he’d asked before he could touch you, moaned along with you when he was receiving no stimulation, practically cried out loud when you told him he was doing good. Jeongguk loved this - someone else being in control, controlling him. You would never have guessed based on his loud dominating demeanour in everyday life but in the bedroom he would submit to everything you asked, you were sure of it.
You decided to test your theory, see how much he actually would listen to you. ‘Not right now, just focus on me for a little while.’ You spoke softly and were awestruck when he nodded without protest, eagerly moving his mouth back onto your cunt and pulling his hand away from his seemingly aching cock. The surge of power you felt was overwhelming, the feeling of fondness you felt towards the boy between your legs was indescribable. He really was in this for you, he wasn’t joking when he said he needs to make you feel good. ‘Good boy.’ You whispered into the air, testing the waters as you remembered how he responded when you praised him last time. 
The reaction was the same, he moaned into your cunt, your words only spurring him to go harder. His mouth acted as a vacuum on your clit as his tongue dipped in and out of your hole. ‘Such a good boy.’ You didn’t even think about what you were saying now, the words effortlessly rolling off your tongue as your fingers tugged softly on his hair. He let out another pathetic yet endearing moan as he slipped one finger inside you alongside his tongue and the extra intrusion almost made you cum on the spot. And so you pulled his head up before it was too late - he looked breathtaking with his hair messed up and his lips swollen and his entire lower face glistening with your wetness. ‘Lay down now, let me ride you.’
‘You don’t have to. I-I don’t mind making you cum like this, I’ll be fine.’ There was a sincerity in his tone as he sat back onto his heels, his cock red and leaking. It was literally wet from precum. ‘Just wanna make you feel good.’ You remembered how last time he’d also refused a handjob from you and you wondered how you didn’t see this side to him before. Everything about him now screamed submission and wanting to please you and everything that happened before suddenly was clear to you in a whole new way. 
‘If you fuck me, you will make me feel good, Kookie.’ You explained and he nodded, moving to lay down on the bed. You lifted one leg over him to straddle him as he lined himself up with you entrance and you didn’t miss the low moan that fell from his lips at only the feeling of his hand gripping himself to line himself up. He definitely wasn’t going to last long. You both moaned in pleasure as his tip sank into you and you slowly, teasingly lowered yourself onto him. When you did this with Namjoon, he could never resist grabbing your hips and pushing you down onto him but Jeongguk did no such thing. He laid still, head tilted back in pleasure as you slowly lowered yourself down, not even a part of him attempting to get you deeper and you could see from the tension in his lower abdomen how much effort it was taking for him to not push into you. This was completely on your own terms. Once you were fully on his cock, he groaned from deep within his chest, his hands gripping your hips so tight you thought there might be bruises later and you figured this is the time where his composure snaps and he fucks you hard. 
But then his grip softens and he’s begging you quietly under his breath. ‘Please, please let me fuck you, y/n. I need this, you feel so good. So perfect.’ He’s so lost in pleasure his eyes can barely focus on you when he looks up at you. His beauty hits you again like a wave when you look into his eyes, his pupils blown with lust and admiration, tears almost in his eyes as he begs you. You tell him he can fuck you and that’s when he starts moving. 
He’s holding onto your hips you rest your arms on the pillow either of his head and he’s fucking up into you so fast, the perfect curve of his cock hitting your spot directly every single time. You’re moaning in sync, yours becoming more high pitched and his more animalistic the closer you each get to coming and with the slapping of his skin on yours and vulgar sounds of wetness echoing around the room, it sounds like music to your ears. In between his moans he’s whispering almost incoherent words of praise to you and as egotistical as it is, hearing him speak to you that way only pushes you further to your peak. 
‘I-I’m not gonna last long, y/n.’ Jeongguk speaks and you knew he was close because his thrusts were becoming more and more erratic and the sounds falling from his lips were more desperate intakes of breath in between praise. ‘You’re so fucking tight, fuck. You’re amazing, the best pussy ever. Never felt so good, thank you.’
‘Make me cum first baby, then you can.’ He moves one hand from gripping your hip to your clit, circling it in that expert way he did the other day. It makes your head spin and you’re certain you’ve never ever felt this good before. Not even the best drugs in the world would feel this good, you were so sure of it. 
‘M really close, c-can I cum?’ The sheer desperation in his voice is what did it, what tipped you over the edge. And suddenly you were cumming, and it was powerful and beyond anything you’ve ever felt before. You managed to force out a yes, giving the younger male permission to cum and before the word had even finished in your mouth, his cum was shooting inside you. ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you.’ He chanted almost like a prayer as you rode him through his orgasm, yours slowly dying down as you could feel rope after rope of his cum fill you up. Thank god you were on birth control, you thought to yourself. 
‘Kookie baby, you didn’t even try to pull out.’ He was still moaning as you lifted yourself off of him, his cock tensing slightly as the final weak ropes of cum leaked out over the tip and spilling down the now softening skin along with the cum mixed with your juices that had dripped onto him when you moved away. You brought a hand down to jokingly slap his now only semi-hard cock but the moan that came from him in response was guttural and low and you felt your core burst with arousal at the sound. 
Curiously, you ran your finger along his most likely extremely sensitive cock and watched the way he writhed beneath you, his cock twitching as he fisted the bedsheets. He whimpered aloud before speaking, frantic and desperately ‘I’m sorry for not pulling out. You- uh, you just felt so fucking good, I didn’t think. I couldn’t stop, I’m sorry.’ You replied softly, telling him it’s okay and he visibly relaxed though he made no attempt to move. He really was beautiful like this, laid there in front of you, his body flushed with arousal and clearly willing to do anything you asked. Even the way he looked at you, it was nothing you had ever experienced before and while Namjoon would praise everything about you this was so, so much more. Jeongguk looked at you like you were the most important person alive, he looked at you like this was a religion and you were his Goddess. When he was in this state of mind, he practically worshipped you and you couldn’t lie and say it didn’t make you feel amazing. 
You continued trailing your finger along his cock, so lightly he wouldn’t be able to feel if he hadn’t just had an orgasm but now he was sensitive beyond anything he’d ever felt and his desperate whimpers were only spurring you on. You made the decision to dip your finger in the small pool of cum mixed with your own juices that had collected his stomach, collecting a little on your finger and leaning over Jeongguk until your finger was nearing his face. You were mainly just interested to see how he would react to you trying to feed him his own cum, hiding your shock when he opened his mouth willingly to accept your finger. He sucked on your finger as soon as it was in his mouth, his tongue wrapping around it and you almost moaned at how beautiful he looked. But you wouldn’t because you had accepted by this point that you were in charge and you wanted to come across that way. 
‘You’re so pretty.’ You spoke and your mind flashed back to the night months ago when he’d said the same thing to you - drunk in the middle of the night. Things have definitely changed since then, you thought. You removed your finger from his mouth and gently moved to hold his cock in your hand. You could feel it already hardening beneath your touch and he was shaking his head to tell you it’s too sensitive but also bucking his hips up into your touch. ‘I still owe you a handjob, baby.’ You spoke softly and he whined in protest as you gripped him tighter, the sensitivity overpowering him as his entire body tensed. 
‘I-I can’t cum again. Too sensitive’ He whispered between desperate moans, his hips bucking up erratically into your hands as you laughed at how hard he was and already leaking precum. He could definitely cum again, you thought to yourself. You began to move your hand on him faster, dipping your head down to lick the tip of his cock which elicited an animalistic growl of approval from deep within his throat. So much for being too sensitive. ‘Fuck, please. Please don’t stop. I’m so close.’
You knew it wouldn’t take much to make him cum so soon after the first time so you sucked on the head of his cock, your hand moving faster on him as he writhed beneath you. His whole body shining with a thin sheen of sweat really was a sight to behold. ‘I-I’m gonna cum.’ He moaned before he shot into your mouth, much less than before but still a significant amount. You swallowed his cum proudly before he grabbed your hand and pulled you to lay beside him. 
‘That was… really amazing.’ You spoke, and you hated how content you felt as you turned on your side, Jeongguk mirroring your movements and wrapping an arm around your waist as he did so. He hummed softly in agreement, clearly still in complete bliss from his last orgasm.
‘I hope you understand that this has to happen again.’ Jeongguk spoke softly but determined, his head burying into the hair at the back of your head with a deep inhale. And God knows you wanted more than anything to resist, to fight back and tell him no Jeongguk this was a one time thing and it’s wrong and it’s disgusting and- but he was softly kissing the nape of your neck and you melted back into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed. ‘I think I’m a little bit addicted to you now.’
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We didn't sleep too late
There was a fire in the yard
All of the trees were in light
They had no faces to show
I heard a voice in my mind
'I will try'
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March 11th, 2017
I looked into the bathroom mirror, frowning. My brown and white fur looked a combination of messy and matted from sleeping last night. I tend to be a pretty restless sleeper, so I ultimately end up looking like a disaster when I wake up in the morning. I hop in one of the dorm showers, taking a moment to comb out all of the curls and tufts. The warm water feels nice, comforting me after the bad dream I had last night. The trip we were planning was stressing the shit out of me, and now that we're actually following through on it, my stress levels are at an all-time high. 
I could hear the group chat I had made with Shae and Liam was blowing up, but I didn't want to get my phone wet from grabbing it. They were probably trying to figure out when I would be coming to pick them up so we could leave. I try to hurry up, but it still manages to take a while longer. After I shut off the shower, I dry off and grab my phone to check my messages.
Shae: you guys almost ready to go? at this rate we're gonna be like an hour behind schedule
Liam: I'm ready! Sounds like Jake slept in because he isn't answering any of my texts or calls.
Shit, yeah, missed call from Liam and a few more texts on top of that. Fuck. I started typing in a response.
Jake: does it rly matter what time we leave? the cabin we booked just says to show up after 5
Shae: i want to get there at a reasonable time so we can at least meet the guys tonight! alex works at like six in the morning tomorrow so i will kill you if we have to wait until tomorrow to see him
I could tell Liam was waiting for me to respond to Shae, in some attempt to avoid her barrage of aggressive texts.
Jake: i just finished showering! i packed last night so ill be like 10 mins tops
I set my phone down as it continued buzzing, more texts from Shae. I set the towel on the drying rack and put on the outfit I brought from my dorm room, opting for some blue jeans with a white shirt and a black plaid button-up over it, leaving it unbuttoned.
When I get back to my room, I grab my white scarf and a light-brown jacket, putting them in my bag since they wouldn't be needed until we got to Vestige. I probably could have spent more time trying to make myself at least somewhat presentable, but if I took any longer I fear I would find the brakes on my car cut by Shae, so I just grabbed my suitcase and bag as fast as I could, heading out the door.
Liam was just a few doors down from my room. The hallways were pretty empty at this point because most of the students have left to visit family and such for the break. I approached his door and knocked on it sporadically, tapping my foot against the floor while I waited for him to answer.
"Finally! I thought you only woke up five minutes ago, I was mildly freaking out," he said, walking out into the hall and locking the door behind him.
"Well, more like fifteen minutes ago, but you're basically right on the nose there," I said. Liam gasped dramatically. I responded, only rolling my eyes. "Is Tristan gone for the break already?" I inquired as we started speed-walking to the car to go get Shae. 
Tristan has been Liam's dorm-mate since they were freshman. They didn't know each other beforehand, but the University picked them to be roommates since neither of them had suggested any names. It was the same situation for me with my roommate, Eric. I didn't know anybody at the school other than Shaela at the time, but leaving it to fate seemed to work out well enough.
"Oh yeah, he left yesterday. Had the joy of not being woken up from him getting ready at five o'clock!" he exclaimed.
"That's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, hope you didn't waste it," I joked. "I think Eric left before I even woke up this morning."
"Well, you did wake up at like nine, to be fair," Liam remarked.
"That dude sleeps in later than I do! He must've just been really eager to leave, or something," I wondered.
"Aren't we all!"
---
"Are you heading here now?" The speakers in the car made the phone call sound as awful as ever.
"Yeah, we're probably like an hour or so away at this point!"
"Is Liam there with you?"
I hesitate, "...Yeah, Shae too." I can see her look up towards the front of the car through the rear-view mirror when I say her name.
"Well, let us know what days work for you so you can visit us while you're here! Your father and I have been missing you so much since you last showed up!" I can see Liam glancing awkwardly at me, but I try to keep my eye on the road.
"Will do! I should probably focus on driving, but I'll call you when we get to the cabin!"
"Sounds good! Love you, sweetie!"
"Love you too," I say, reaching for the hang-up button on the dashboard, mildly embarrassed from everyone overhearing me talking with my mom.
"Does your mom... know about me?" Liam asks, doing his best to not make the question awkward. I see Shae's ears perk up a bit from the question, but she seems to choose not to chime in.
"Yeah... Even if they weren't like... accepting," I cough, "about it back in high school, they still seem somewhat interested in my life from time to time, so that's good I guess."
Liam nods his head affirmatively, so I continue, "I told them a few weeks ago. They said they could 'tell that I'm acting different' so I didn't really have a choice,"
Shae looked up from her phone, and leaned forward towards the front of the car, looking towards Liam, "After how Jake ended up after graduation, they'd always be asking about that shit, sorta turned into a couple of pricks after that." I could tell Liam looked a little shocked from her aggressive word choice, or maybe that's just how he reacted to our descriptions of my parents.
"Shae calls them a 'a couple of pricks' and you want to drive out to your old hometown to visit them?" He asks, somewhat baffled.
"Believe me, if I had the option to never talk to them again except for the occasional visit every  year, I would." I raise my voice a few octaves, "Butttt they areeee paying for my tuition and there's not a chance in hell that I could afford it myself without going into thousands of dollars of debt, so I can deal with their casual-just-about-every-ism for the time being." God, this was not the conversation I was hoping to have while stuck in a car with Shae and Liam.
"...I feel like this is something you shoulda told me, like, when you first proposed the trip," he responded, smirking.
"Oh we'll be fine," I chuckle. "Besides, that's only gonna take up like one evening out of the days, I only really wanted to visit so we could see the guys."
"You're so lucky I don't know anyone there, or I'd be a lot more anxious than I already am," Liam said.
"Shouldn't it be the other way around? Like, they have no clue who you are, so you would want to set a good impression or something?" I asked.
"Maybe if it mattered what they thought about me. It doesn't sound like you hold them to high regard, so I'm not too worried," he laughed.
"Only one you should be worried about is Ty," Shae said from the back of the car, laughing. 
Liam's eyes widened slightly. Of course, I was going to wait until we reached the cabin to tell him, but I guess she felt like cutting that short. Lucky me.
"Who's Ty?" Liam asked. I could tell he was expecting the worst. Thankfully, it was only just slightly less than 'the worst'.
"Dated him for a few years in high school. Graduated, I wanted to go to university, he didn't feel the need to get an education. Didn't work out, as you can tell. Wolf." I said, more bluntly then I probably would have wanted. "And, he's part of the group so you'll definitely be seeing him," I said, slightly less confidently.
"Oookay, well once again, I feel like this is something you shoulda told me before I agreed to this," Liam said anxiously. Shae laughed again from the back seat, I could tell she was enjoying this.
"I was gonna tell you once we got to the cabin!" I responded.
"That's even worse!" he said, mildly annoyed. "Aren't we meeting them tonight? I- I'm gonna be so awkward around them-"
"Hey! If I thought it was gonna be a problem, I wouldn't have asked you to come. He's totally moved on by now, we were hardly in a serious relationship," I said, trying to calm him down. He didn't say anything. "Have you spoken to him recently Shae?"
"Yeah, he texted me a few days ago saying that he wanted to talk to you, and was asking if I could help him with that when we get there," Shae responded, clearly enjoying this.
"Okay, well, I regret asking. So, thank you, Shaela," I muttered.
This was steadily turning bad. I reached to press play on my phone, AUX plugged in. I made a road-trip playlist last night since I was expecting this trip to be the usual level of boring, but I guess this situation works too. The first song to play is some random pop song that Shae sent to me a few months ago. The song was only sort of my type, but I put it on this playlist to appease her. I could tell Liam was still pretty anxious, so I leaned over.
"Hey, we can talk when we get to the cabin. I don't want to ruin the trip for you, so we can figure something out," I say quietly, in an attempt to be comforting. He nodded in response.
We've been dating for about six or seven months at this point, and I was still kind of nervous about how it was gonna turn out. I mean, I really like him, but I feel like I'm gonna fuck something up. Like I did with Ty... like I did with friendships I've had. Yeah. Liam's pretty great, all things considered. More well-mannered than I am, studying the same major as me, but doing ten times better. I only opted for psychology because I thought that's what I'd be good at, to which my parents told me 'Everybody who doesn't know what they're doing majors in psychology!' although I kinda stopped listening to a word they said after I came out. Maybe he's smarter than me cause he's a bobcat? His grey-ish black hair is one of the few things he actually prides himself on, but even if he won't admit it, he is way smarter than I could ever be. I don't know the difference in intelligence between a fox and a bobcat. Plus, that's mostly just stereotypes anyway.
I notice that Shae put her earbuds in, probably watching one of the movies she downloaded to her laptop. I feel relieved, hoping that she won't stir any more drama between Liam and me for the rest of the drive. She grew up in a pretty well off family, not crazy rich or anything, but her dad is high up at some financial company so they've never really had anything to worry about money-wise. Although, I'm surprised at how well she turned out. That snow leopard named Shae was the first friend I had when my parents moved to Vestige back in 2001. Seeing her grow up with parents who didn't really care about her seemed kinda shitty from my perspective. But she seemed to do well enough on her own. Not without the group we all formed in middle school, of course. Vestige only had a population of about three-thousand at the time, so it's not like there was a wide variety of choices in friends anyway. Even sixteen years later, the population is still only a few thousand. Guess not many have an interest in moving to a small town in Oregon where a bunch of genocide happened hundreds of years ago.
---
I could tell we were nearing the town. The highway always starts getting a bit of an incline once you get near. Both Liam and Shaela had fallen asleep, it was just me driving, music playing. Even though it's technically spring, I'd hardly call it warm outside. It's still cold enough that you probably have to wear at least a sweater, but warm enough for it to not start snowing until autumn comes around. I can see a sign further down the highway as it comes into my field of view.
Vestige - 5 miles
Around the highway bend the sign was placed before, I could finally see the lake a ways away. Half of it was surrounded by mountains, and the other half was slightly hilly and somewhat-forested. I kinda forgot how much I loved the scenery around here, it gives off the same energy you'd find at a folk concert in the seventies, in a way. The water in the lake is almost entirely clear and reflects the bright sun directly into my eyes. Great, especially considering the road eventually makes its way to the lake with 'guard rails' that were placed decades ago, and definitely on the brink of collapse. I lean over and nudge Liam with my elbow, he opens his eyes slowly, stretching his arms because of the clearly uncomfortable sleeping position.
"We almost there?" he asks, mid-yawn.
"Few miles out, but yeah basically. The cabin is only a few minutes worth of walking away from the lake so we'll see it when we get close." I respond.
"Oh, nice!"
"Yeah! I think it has a fire-pit out behind it too, but we'll have to get firewood. Only electricity is a gas generator, and there's running water and a gas stove so we can cook for a few nights if we go to the store to get things."
"I haven't had to cook a meal in months, so that might end up a disaster," Liam responds, jokingly.
"Wait, gas generator? Are we even gonna have internet?" Shaela asks out of nowhere, somewhat startling me in the process.
"Uh, other than your cell phone plan? No? I thought I mentioned that like a few weeks back" I replied.
"WHAT? Ugh, I knew we shoulda booked something in town!" she sighs
"Chill! It's just for two weeks, don't you have an unlimited data plan?" I ask. I can tell Liam is desperate to get out of the car.
"That isn't fast enough for streaming shows out here," Shaela murmurs.
"Dude! This is the first time in years that we're going somewhere 'outdoors' that isn't the parks on campus, you can probably find something better to do."
"You sound like my mom," Liam says, snickering. I sit disappointedly for a moment as they both laugh.
"I have concluded that you two are the worst combination of anybody to have in a car. Remind me to make you take your car next time," I say, looking in the rear-view mirror at Shae.
"Oh, come on! I didn't even make that joke!" she responds, still laughing
"Liam's allowed to make fun of me! I can still get mad at you for enabling him, though."
"This is rigged." she mumbles. I can see the cabin through the trees up the road.
"Thank God, we're here," I say, both Liam and Shae sit up and look out the left windows, trying to spot the place we'll be staying in for two weeks.
I turn into the driveway, as it goes for fifty or so metres. We can see the log cabin come into view, no lights on or anything. Thankfully it looks just about the same as it did in the pictures. The exterior is made of dark brown-ish wood, with an a-frame style roof with large window panes to let light in. I can see the shed where the gas generator is around the back.
"This is the place? I remember driving by here a few times when we were kids." Shae says, mildly interested.
"Yeah! The small number of tourists that make the poor decision of visiting here don't usually show up until May, so I got it pretty cheap." I put the car in park in the driveway and took the keys out of the ignition, we all got out of the car and grabbed our things.
"This place is actually nice!" Liam says.
"'Actually'? What were you expecting?" I asked, chuckling.
"You described Vestige to me like it was gonna be run down and miserable, this isn't anywhere near that!" He responds, sounding surprisingly excited.
"You're only saying that because you haven't seen the town yet, it got near it on the road a bit back." I take our suitcases out of the trunk and hand each one to Shaela and Liam, before grabbing my own. I pull the handle up on the suitcase and start walking over to the patio where the front door is.
"I guarantee that town is fine at the very least, I know you like to exaggerate everything," Liam said.
"Okay, you might be correct about that second part, but I am not lying about this trash heap town." I grabbed my phone out of my pocket to check the text the owner sent me earlier, "Says she left the key under the welcome mat."
"Wow, security at its finest," Shae says, sarcastically.
"I doubt anybody's gonna be trying to break into this random place far away from actual civilization," Liam responds. I bend over and lift the floor mat, revealing a silver-coloured key sitting on the wooden floor beneath it. I grab it, put it in the keyhole, and turn. A satisfying click sound is returned. I twist the doorknob and swing it open. When I bring my suitcase inside, I am surprised to see that it looks as good as the pictures.
"Oh shit! It's actually like, nice in here!" Shae says surprisingly.
The walls are the same look as the outside, but the floor is a finished wooden pattern that's a bit brighter than the walls. To the right of the entrance is the living room, with a white couch covered in a few blankets, as well as a glass coffee table. There's also a... tv, hung up on the wall?
"Didn't you say there wasn't any internet? Is there satellite or something?" Liam asks.
"Uh, definitely not, unless the owner lied to me," I say, confused.
"Maybe it's just for DVDs? Did we bring any with us?" Shae inquires. I look on the shelf just below where the TV is hung up and see the familiar logo.
"I did not, because I had no clue there was a TV here," I thought.
"I brought a few movies just to play on my laptop, but not enough to last us two weeks," Liam says.
"We could probably borrow some from Elliot? I know he has a huge collection of that shit," Shae chimes in.
"Oh, right! Yeah, that'd be smart." I go to check out the kitchen, the fridge is empty and not running. Right. "Oh yeah, I'll be right back, I need to go turn the generator on," I say.
"Do you know how to do that?" Liam asks, obviously concerned.
"The owner gave me instructions on how to. I haven't read them, but it should be simple enough." I responded
"Oh... I'd rather not have you blow this place up, let me help you." He set his bag on the couch and started heading out the door with me. Shae already went to put her stuff in one of the bedrooms. I am once again met with the crisp coolness of the outdoors as we walk towards the shed.
"Aren't these things designed to be fool-proof? I don't see what I can mess up here" I say,
"Yeah, I don't trust you," Liam said, laughing. I stuffed my hands into my jacket pockets.
"Good to know," I say mildly unamused.
When he opens the door to the shed, we're greeted by darkness, the only light coming in from the opened door. The moment I take a breath, I start coughing immediately.
"Holy shit, the amount of dust in here could give me black lung," I complained.
"Wait outside if you're gonna be a baby," he responded, smirking.
"Someone's feeling a little sarcastic today, huh?" I say as I lean against the door frame. 
"Yeah..." Liam flips a few switch things on the generator and pulls the pull cord. It takes a few pulls, but eventually, the generator starts running. The scent of fuel is apparent. He brushes his hands together, getting the dust off of them, and puts his hands on his hips, "So... Ty?" he says, a cunning grin on his face.
Fuck. Right. 
I stop leaning on the door. "I- I know, he probably still has feelings, but don't worry! I'm gonna talk to him as soon as I can to set it straight, I don't want some stupid drama to affect the trip." Despite my words, Liam stood still, continuing to stare at me, "I didn't plan this trip just to see old friends. I did want to spend time with you too! This is our first time doing something off-campus for more than just a night, so I want to make the most of it!"
"Uh-huh," he responds, mocking me, barely moving. I can tell he's enjoying this.
"Ok, like, I was gonna make it a little surprise tomorrow, but I was thinking we could pick up breakfast and go to the lake? I know Shaela said that she won't be at the cabin most of the day so we wouldn't have anything to worry about on that front."
Liam didn't say anything. He put his hands in his pants pockets and brushed past me, back to the cabin.
"I- I can tell you're just trying to fuck with me!" I shouted as Liam went up the steps onto the patio.
"Yep!" he shouted joyfully in return, shutting the door behind him. I shook my head, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
...Well then.
---
"Wait, so where are we going?" Liam asks from the backseat.
"Shae told everyone to meet at some restaurant in town, apparently it's new?" I responded.
"New to us! Was built a few months after we left for university." She said
"I've only really visited here for a weekend or two since then, so I wouldn't know it," I say as I hear Shae's phone ping.
"Ugh, Ty said he won't be able to make it to the restaurant," She said, frustrated.
"Oh, thank fuck," I responded, relieved.
"You're still gonna have to talk to him Jake," she looked over at me, "This doesn't mean anything." I could hear Liam sigh behind me.
"Well yeah, I'd just rather not have to do it in a restaurant and cause unnecessary drama on our first night," I said.
"Whatever, he says he might be able to show up to something after eight-ish? I don't think we'll still be at the restaurant by then though," Shae said.
"We could bring everyone over to the cabin? We got that fire pit, might as well use it, and we could get alcohol!" Liam said.
"Alcohol? Dude, you're twenty, your mom would bury me in a ditch," I replied, somewhat baffled.
"What? Not for me! Have you ever seen me drink before?"
"No, but your birthday's in like six months so... I don't know," I said, not finishing my thought.
"Bringing everybody to the cabin could be cool, you can ask them when we get there," her phone makes a ping sound. She points over at a building that looks straight out of the eighties, "That's the place."
"What is it with small towns and lagging both culturally and aesthetically from the rest of the world by multiple decades," I said.
"Ha, yeah right, we might as well be in the fifties but with cell phones," Shae said, laughing. I pull into a parking lot right in front of the door and spot them at one of the window seats. Shae immediately gets out of the car and heads toward the door.
"...There's no way in hell I'm mentally prepared for this," I say, sighing
"Hey," Liam leans into the front seat, I tilt my head back and meet my eyes with his, half-expecting a kiss, or just words of encouragement. Instead, he pats my shoulder, "I'm holding you to that lake date you were talking about," he laughs, opens the door and gets out of the car.
Who is this guy?
I get out of the car and grab his shoulder, trying to stop him before he goes inside.
"...Are you okay?" I ask. Liam makes a confused face.
"What do you mean?" he asks in return.
"I just mean, like, are you still mad about...Ty?" I ask, my pitch getting higher as I finish the question.
"Huh? I was never mad about Ty," he said. I simply tilt my head in confusion, still looking at him. "I know you're gonna clear things up with him, we're fine! It's just funny to see you stammer when I act like that," he said, laughing.
"Wow, good to know that you delight in my inability to not be awkward," I said jokingly.
"Yeah! It's cute!" he replied. I stuttered trying to come up with a response to that one, to which he just laughed. "Come on, it's gonna be weird if we take too long to show up." I didn't care about that, the people inside have known me for at least eight years. Though, I could understand him wanting to make a good first impression.
Liam opens the door and holds it for me. The inside of the restaurant gives off the feel of some mid-tier chain that microwaves their food. There's a bar in the back, with barstools and a single flat-screen behind the counter, playing some sports game that I didn't care enough to recognize. I could tell this place was a favourite for anyone over the age of thirty looking to accomplish whatever their definition of a 'good time' is. The windows are fairly large, at least. But the sun went down behind the mountains a while ago so the only lighting comes from the hanging 'moody' lights scattered throughout the building.
I grab Liam's hand, pulling him in the direction of the table I saw from the window outside. It seems they decided to pick a corner booth to fit all six of us - wait, five, right - five of us at one table. Ty's not here. Sitting at the table is Alex, a coyote who, honestly, has been Shae's favourite in the group for as long as I can remember. To the point where I'm surprised they haven't dated yet, but who am I to judge? He would always get us into trouble in high school and got really into partying after grade ten, which I didn't understand at the time because I could personally never build up the strength to listen to half of a word my classmates said at any given moment. Sitting next to him is Elliot, a raccoon who I met when I was eight, a bit before we had any kind of group or whatever. I had always considered him my best friend since then, we would have sleepovers in elementary and middle school all the time, but I kinda got paranoid about that stuff after I realised I was... yeah.
When we approach the table, Alex and Elliot both look in our direction. Shae had already sat at the table in the time it took Liam and me to talk. At the moment, I'm just glad that I don't have to talk to Ty, cause I am not emotionally prepared for that shit yet.
"Jake?!? You finally decided to show up, eh?" Alex said, getting out of his seat and firmly planting a heavy hug that I was not prepared for, almost knocking me over.
"Alex! Still working at the visitor centre?" I ask, painfully trying to come up with a conversation that doesn't make me sound like a grandma.
"Yeah, actually got a promotion there too! Manager!" he says excitedly.
"Oh shit! That might be the first time I've ever seen you take on any actual responsibility!" I reply jokingly, he waves me off in response, then realising that someone else is standing next to me.
"Oh, no fucking way! Is this the Liam that Shae's been telling me about? I heard you're actually like smart and shit!" Alex exclaims. At this point, it is becoming readily apparent that he has had more than a little bit to drink before we got here.
"I don't know if I'd go that far, but it's nice to meet you!" Liam goes in for a handshake but is instead returned with another bone-shattering slightly-drunk hug that takes him by surprise.
"Well hey, what're you guys waiting for! Come sit!" he returns to his seat in the corner booth. I sit down first on the left side of the booth across from Alex and Elliot, and Liam sits next to me. "So, what say we get some drinks!" he continues.
"Oh uh, can't. I'm twenty," Liam replies. "You guys go ahead though!"
"Yeah I'm good too, someone's gonna have to drive everybody home and I'd rather it not be the guy without a driver's license" I add, pointing my thumb at Liam.
Alex makes a disappointed face, "What?!? Lameee..."
"We could go back to the cabin we're staying in after this? Then Jake really has no excuse!" Liam suggested.
"Oooh! We could go get supplies..." I entirely expect what Elliot's about to say next, "...And that'd mean that Ty could come too!"
Alex gets a concerningly mischievous smile from that, "Heyyyyy! I am getting more and more interested in this plan by the second!"
"Great," I reply.
"Hi there! And what can I get for you all tonight?" An effervescent twenty-something Cheetah says, notepad in hand.
"Can I get an iced tea?" Liam asks. She nods her head, then looks towards me.
"Hmm, could I just get whatever brand of cola you have?" I say.
"Mhmm... and for you?" she looks at Shae.
"Yeah, can I get a vodka cran?" Shae replies.
"You betcha! I'll be right back with those," she flips her notepad closed and walks behind the bar.
I look out the window, the sky is starting to dim as it gets later into the night. It feels really good to see everybody again, and it kinda seems... weird saying that? I don't know. I left for university six-ish months after we graduated, for the January semester in Vancouver. I liked the idea of going to another country, even if just for a few years, but I still find myself missing the small-town energy. I mean, I don't think I'd ever move back here, maybe if someone paid me. But I still really missed the guys, I thought I was pretty lucky just to have Shae get accepted to the same university as me, but it wasn't the same without everyone else.
"What're you looking at?" Elliot asks. I then realise that I've been staring at some random parked car in the street for at least a few minutes at this point.
"Oh, nothing! Just staring off into space," I reply, he laughs.
"So, how's university treating ya?" he says, probably just trying to make conversation. Honestly, that's a question I haven't thought about recently.
"Eh, can't complain. Just started the third year of my major so they're kinda just dumping assignments on me and giving me unreasonable deadlines," I complain. We both laugh, "What about you? I heard you're going to Oregon State?" Alex, Shae, and Liam are talking to each other as well but I don't pay attention.
"Yeah, computer science! Doing an internship in the summer at a tech company in Portland!"
"Really? That's awesome, dude!" I sigh, "I can't believe it's been over two years since we've all seen each other! I miss going to your place and playing games at least weekly." I chuckle, feeling a tad melancholic.
"Well, we can at least do that while we're both in town. I'm staying at my parents' place for the break, so we could catch up! You could even bring Liam along!" he exclaims.
Liam looks over at the sound of his name, "Hm?"
I turned to him, "Oh, Elliot was just asking for us to go to his place one of these days, you interested?"
"Oh, yeah, that'd be awesome!" he responds, excitedly.
"You know, the only things I've heard about you is what Shae told us. You go to the same school as them, in Vancouver, yeah?" Elliot questioned.
"Yep! Grew up there too, taking psychology." Liam replied.
"Ohhhhhh! You have the same major!" he said as if he had made a massive revelation, "Is that how you guys met?"
"We did have a bunch of classes together, but we actually met at a party that Shae made me go to back in August," I said, putting my arm around Liam's shoulder.
"A party? The last time I remember you going to a party was like early senior year, and that was only because Alex guilted you into it!" He laughed.
"Well, I don't think he's gone to another one since then, so the tradition of Jake only going to parties when forced is still in place!" Liam said.
Before I got the chance to say something, the waitress came by and set our drinks down in front of us. Shaela immediately starts sipping on hers. Alex turns in his seat, throwing his arm on Elliot's shoulder.
"Has he told you guys yet about his new girlfriend?" Alex says, adding some length to his last syllable. Elliot rolls his eyes in response.
"What?!? When did this happen?!?" Elliot had never seriously dated anyone before I left, so this was awesome news for me to hear.
"Earlier last year? She lives in Corvallis," Elliot said with a face of mild embarrassment. Still, I could tell he was happy to talk about her.
"Will we get to meet this mystery girl?" Liam asked. I was surprised to see his sudden investment into the group, I was honestly expecting this to be a lot more awkward than it ended up being. His ears would always perk up when he got excited, and noticing that just now was a nice sight to see. I take a drink, just realising that I haven't had water since the drive to the cabin.
"I asked her about coming out here with me, but it'd probably only be for a few days tops since she practically works full-time," Elliot said.
"We should take my dad's boat out onto the lake when she visits!" Alex exclaimed. I had completely forgotten about that boat, it was a surprisingly fancy jet boat that Alex's dad bought when we were sixteen. I only ever went on it once, but that was definitely a day to remember.
"Oh, did he finally teach you how to drive that thing?" Shae asked, somewhat jokingly.
"Ugh, I wish! He didn't want me using it when he first got it, but I took it out without him knowing a few times and got the hang of it back in high school. He started letting me use it like a year ago, but I was mostly self-taught," Alex said, oddly proud.
"What? He didn't notice the gas gauge inconspicuously going down sometimes?" Liam asked in disbelief.
"Uhh, maybe? If he did, he never mentioned it." Alex replied.
"Wow, chill dad," Liam commented.
"Yeah, well, that's one way to put it," Alex said, mildly serious.
"Do you think you're ready to order, or do you need more time?" the waitress asked us, catching me by surprise.
We all ordered whatever food looked appealing. I wasn't particularly familiar with the menu, so I went with the fish tacos. I didn't pay attention to what everyone ordered, spacing out for a moment. If we were gonna bring everyone over to the cabin, I would hope we'd leave soon. I didn't want to stay up until two in the morning on my first night here.
Is that what it means to become an adult? Going to bed early, not wanting to party anymore? Granted, I was never too big on the whole partying thing anyway. Remembering that I turned twenty-one eight days ago is like a kick in the gut every time. That probably sounds insane to anyone considering I'm not even out of school yet, and I bet most people would think I'm crazy but most days I feel like a sixteen-year-old that can drink. That's the kind of problem I wouldn't share with anyone cause it's so stupid, maybe with Liam. He already has to put up with most of my bullshit, so what's another? I once again realise I'm staring off into space. Luckily, I don't think anyone noticed this time.
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The rest of dinner was nice enough, we spent most of the time there talking rather than eating. Shae had like four refills of her drink, so I could tell she was gonna be fun to deal with for the rest of the night. 
Liam, Elliot, and I were waiting in the car while Shae and Alex went into the store to get supplies for the fire we were gonna have. I was just spending the time dreading what I knew was about to happen. Ty.
I never got his new phone number after I left to study in Canada, and I honestly didn't want it anyway. Shae asked him about coming to the cabin, and he agreed. It's not like I hate him, I still really enjoyed whatever friendship we had before I left for university, but... I don't know, things kinda fizzled out. Now, he's gonna want to talk to me about who knows what, that he still loves me? I don't wanna hear that. I open my phone so I can aimlessly scroll through social media, choosing to ignore whatever spiral thought pattern I'm getting myself into.
Elliot and Liam were talking about some hacker show. I recognized the title, Liam had been trying to get me to watch it with him for the past few weeks, but I haven't had the time to. I downloaded all of the episodes to my laptop yesterday since I knew we'd have a lot of free time during the trip and it'd make him happy. Since the surprise I had planned for tomorrow got kinda ruined earlier, this sort of works as a plan B, in some sense of the word.
"I'm just saying, the second season is so boring! Like, they have so much suspense built up for something crazy to happen. But then the first half of the season is the main character just having an identity crisis!" Elliot exclaimed.
"Huh?!? The literal last thing that happens in the first season is him destroying the world economy and realising that was a dumb idea. All the stuff he goes through in the second season is him figuring out if evil really exists while dealing with mental illness!" Liam replies exasperatedly.
"Speaking of the first season, why did they write it like the most cliché hacker film from the eighties? Every time they said some shit like 'Fuck society,' I wanted to die from second-hand embarrassment," Elliot said.
"That was intentional! The whole point of the first season is that he's clouded in some fake reality he's given himself as a distraction for his real issues," Liam said.
"Hey, while this conversation is really hitting close to home and I appreciate that, isn't this spoiling the show for me?" I questioned.
Liam gasped, "Oh, shit! I didn't know you were paying attention!" Hearing him swear was a rarity. He tried to keep it to a minimum, so it made it all the more impactful when it did happen even if just for some dumb show.
Shae opens the back door, hopping in the seat next to Elliot.
"Can you open the trunk? Alex needs to put the firewood back there," Shae asks.
"Yup," I say, reaching down beside the driver's seat and pulling the lever. I hear the sound of a few heavy bags being placed with less care than I was hoping for, and then the sound of the trunk slamming shut. Alex opens the other back door, sitting on the other side of Elliot.
"Ok, we good to go?" I ask, shifting the gear into reverse and pull out of the parking lot.
Vestige doesn't have much of a nightlife, if at all, so the roads are always empty except for the occasional teens going wherever without their parent's permission. I should know, I used to be that kid! The street lights cast a familiar amber colour on the streets. Reminding me of the late-night walks I used to take with Ty. No particular location in mind, just wanting to get away from our parents.
As we approach the edge of the town next to the lake's shore, I turn left onto the highway, heading for the cabin. The moonlight is reflecting off of the water in a picturesque kind of way. Kind of made me wish I'd brought my camera, but I left it in my suitcase.
"All I'm saying is that if we play Monopoly, I may never want to speak to any of you ever again," Shae jokes.
"That's all part of the fun! You don't play Monopoly unless you're expecting to come out of the game having ruined friendships," Liam responded.
"Jake, remember when you flipped the board when we were like twelve?" Alex reminisced, laughing.
"God, thinking about that night still pisses me off to this day. You bought more than half the board and we weren't even like ten minutes into it!" I replied.
"You're like that with every game," Liam chuckled. "Remember when I convinced you to play FIFA? You rage quitted like halfway through the match!"
"What do you want from me? I'm competitive! Besides, I couldn't figure out the controls," I said.
"That's what they all say!" Alex laughed.
"Says the guy who never played that zombie game with me after you kept dying," I retort.
"...Okay, that's fair," Alex accepts. "Wow, that game made me so mad," he says, chuckling.
The conversation continued for the rest of the drive. I didn't turn on any music, It felt pretty nice to just be driving down the highway with everybody, definitely brought back memories. This is the same car that I bought after I saved up for a year at my job when I was seventeen. It has served me well since then, even if it was already a few years old when I bought it. It was nice to see Liam getting along with everybody, too. Like both of my world's were kinda merging into each other.
When we got back to the cabin, I opened the trunk and we carried the stuff inside. We barely did any unpacking when we first got here so my suitcase was still in the living room, waiting to be sorted.
"Wooow, pretty nice place you got here!" Elliot exclaimed.
"Yeah, we got lucky. I had to book it like a month ago." I set some of the bags I was carrying on the kitchen counter. "You can put the drinks and stuff in the fridge," I said.
"Yo, where's the fire pit? Should probably start it before it gets even darker out," Alex asked.
"Oh yeah, lemme show you," I waved my hand for him to follow me, heading to the back door. Liam had gone into our room, probably to change or something. Shae was sitting on the couch, and Elliot was unloading drinks into the refrigerator.
I open the door. "Ladies first," I said, jokingly. I step out after Alex and close the back door behind me. I start walking over to the fire pit, Alex following closely behind.
"You know, I could have made the perfect gay joke there but I refrained because we're friends," Alex said, laughing.
"Hey, don't hold off on my account!" I reply, "And I know exactly what the joke would've been, that is far from perfect." I playfully punch his shoulder.
"Whatever, I am a comedic genius that just has yet to be recognized by Hollywood!" Alex said, sarcastically.
"Yeah, I bet they're gonna come knocking on your door as soon as one of your posts goes viral," I couldn't help but start laughing halfway through that sentence.
"You know it!" Alex replied. We approached the fire pit, it was a circular open-pit design with sand to prevent the fire from spreading. Surrounding the fire pit are a few wooden benches with some weird smooth coating over them, probably to make them less flammable. He sets the bag of firewood on the ground and tears it open. I stood there with my hands in my jacket pockets, not knowing how to help.
Alex takes a few pieces of wood and sets them in the pit, leaning them against each other. He reaches into his pocket and grabs a package of fire starter, holding it over to me. "You wanna do the honours?" he asks.
"I would be delighted!" I say poshly, doing a slight bow as I grab the fire starter from his hand.
I find a good spot for it under the firewood and tuck it in as far as I can to make sure it'll start the fire. Alex again reaches into his pocket and hands me a lighter.
"Wow, thanks babe," I say, trying my best to sound flirty.
Alex lets out a sigh, stifling a laugh. "You really could have said anything and you chose that, truly baffling," he says, smiling.
"Hey, you're the one who started the gay jokes! I'm just rolling with it," I exclaimed.
"Touché, I created my own destruction, it seems," he laughs.
"Exactly." I flick the lighter, it takes a couple of tries but eventually lights. I hold it close to the fire starter, trying not to burn my fingers off. After a few seconds, it ignites, with the wood following soon after. The dark forest behind is lightly illuminated by the growing flame.
"You know, for spring, it sure is fucking freezing," I say, shivering a bit.
"Well, spring isn't for like two weeks, but yeah," Alex said, nodding.
"I'll be right back, imma go change into warmer clothes."
"Sure thing!" he sits down on one of the benches and pulls out his phone.
I start walking back to the cabin. The grass is still somewhat frozen, crunching underneath my shoes. There's still a bit of ice spotted around from the winter. It's dark out, but still easy enough to see my way to the door. As I walk up the steps, the wooden planks underneath me creak from the pressure. I take my shoes off outside so I don't track snow and dirt in the cabin, and step inside.
Elliot is putting on his coat and boots, Shae is in her room, and I assume that Liam is still in the bedroom.
"We got the fire started, I just need to grab a warmer coat. Alex is sitting outside," I say to Elliot.
"Oh! Cool! I was just about to head out there," Elliot replies. I nod and walk over to my room. I can see the light shining under the door. When I walk in, I see Liam laying on the wooden-frame bed, scrolling through his phone.
"Aren't you coming outside?" I ask, taking off my button-up shirt and hanging it in the closet.
"Yeah, I was waiting for you!"
"What, why?" I grab my coat out of my bag and slide each arm through it. The inside of the coat is soft, so I wear it basically whenever I can.
"Cause, I wanted to give you this!" he gets up and reaches into his pocket. Inside is a tiny polaroid photo. I grab it from his hand, it's a photo of me and him on New Years. Shae dragged us to a couple of party things but huge crowds always made me nervous, so Liam took me off campus to the beach nearby. It was fucking freezing that night, being Vancouver and also the literal winter season. But we just sat together in the sand for an hour or so. I remember him grabbing his stupid polaroid camera out if his bag, reminding me of like every girl at university who I follow on social media who would post their walls of polaroid photos. He wanted to take a picture to 'Remember our first new years together,' and I didn't care cause I was happy to just be with him at the moment. "I put it in my bag when we first took it, and I guess I completely forgot about it until like ten minutes ago, so here's the first viewing!" He said.
"That's... pretty sweet. Thank you," I say, setting the photo on the desk. I pull Liam into an embrace, realising that I haven't gotten more than thirty minutes with just him and I since we left this morning. At least tomorrow would change that.
"You're welcome!" the hug lingered on. "I'll probably head out to the fire now, you gonna come with?" he asked.
"Go ahead, I'll just be a minute," I replied. We let go, and he exits the room, closing the door behind him.
I grab the polaroid again and take a seat on the side of the bed. It's not like the picture was some huge romantic gesture or anything, but it felt good to... be cared about? I wasn't gonna make a big deal out of it, that's the last thing I wanted to subject him to. But still, the past few months with Liam have been good for me, to say the least. I didn't want to linger too long inside, everyone probably out there already waiting. I put the photo in my wallet and put it in my pocket. When I step out into the living room, all of the lights are out, except for the porch light shining into the window. I assume Shae left while I was in the bedroom, and turn on the living room light and pull out my phone to text Liam.
Jake: Does anyone need anything before I come out?
It takes a moment, but eventually, he starts typing.
Liam: Alex would like one of the beers in the fridge if you can, that's probably it!
I head over to the kitchen to grab one of the beers from the fridge, and- fuck it, one for myself too. The only thing in the fridge is the drinks and I guess some chip dip or something? I didn't recognize it.
Suddenly, I hear a knock at the front door and am instantly brought into the moment. If that's who I think it is, then I am in for a treat.
I walk over to the front door, hesitating for a moment as I hold my breath. I grip the handle and open the door, revealing a familiar Grey Wolf. Well, not grey, more like a light brown-grey wolf, but that's just the name.
"Hey... Tyler," I say.
"Hi, I'm assuming Shae told you I was coming over?" he asked, barely averting his gaze. He's wearing a white graphic t-shirt with black jeans. The shirt was from that zombie game Alex would always get mad at. Ty was the first one to get us all playing that game originally, and he was definitely addicted to it for a good amount of time in high school. He always seemed like the edgy skater kid stereotype, and he has kind of held up that look since then, at least at face value. I was sort of terrified of talking to him back when we met in grade ten, although that stopped after not even a few weeks with him as his rough exterior vanished.
"Yeah, come in!" I replied, trying to sound upbeat, but probably just coming across as emotionless. I open the door wider and motion him inside before closing it behind him. I knew what was about to happen and did not want to do that right now. Hopefully, it can at least wait until after, "There's some drinks in the fridge if you'd like, everyone's already outside around back."
"Oh, I didn't hear anyone, weird." I could tell he was a little nervous to be here. He held his hand on the back of his neck, not knowing what to say next. I open the fridge door and motion for him to grab something. He grabs one of Alex's cheap beers but doesn't open it.
"Too bad you couldn't make it to the restaurant earlier, Alex made us go to that new one on Main Street, guess it's pretty new? New to me, at least." I say, lightly chuckling.
"Y- yeah, sorry, my boss needed me to work a bit late," he said, setting the drink on the counter.
"Oh right, you still working at that print shop?" I asked. He started working there shortly after we graduated when we were still together. I was honestly surprised that they were willing to hire him, considering the job description wanted a degree in some form of graphic design. But, I think the owner was friends with his dad, and anyone who knew Ty for more than five minutes knew how much he loved drawing and design. It was the perfect job for him, to say the least.
"Yeah, they got a contract with some business in Kennewick about a month ago, so we've been pretty busy lately."
"I can imagine!" I laugh awkwardly. A long pause begins to take form, neither of us saying anything. Just staring at the floor. This feels like an eternity, neither of us knowing what to say next. Fuck it, might as well get the annoying shit out of the way sooner rather than later. "Listen-" I say, keeping my eyes on the floor when Ty cuts me off.
"I'm not gonna ask for us to get back together, if- if that's what you're thinking." His ears noticeably twitch, the same way they always used to when he got nervous.
"What?" I ask, not knowing where this is going.
"You don't have to act surprised, I know Shaela told you that I wanted to talk to you,"
"So what did you want to talk about, then?"
"I don't know... I just didn't like how we ended things back then. We never talk anymore, I miss that," Ty mumbled.
"We can still talk! I thought you'd want space after we broke up... I wasn't really in a good place mentally at the end there, anyway."
"I mean, I thought I did at the time. But I didn't know what I wanted. Being a teenager is... weird."
"Well hey, we're here for two weeks, might as well make the most of it before I'm shipped back to university. But you should know, I brought my..." I paused for a moment, figuring out how to word the next part. "My boyfriend. He's out there with everyone else," I turn my head in the direction of the back door.
"Oh, I knew that already, Shae told me. Name's Liam or something, right?" He said.
"Wow, she sure does spare no expense when it comes to sharing every detail of my life," I say jokingly. We both laugh.
"She definitely has ulterior motives, I don't think I've ever understood the reasoning behind like half of anything she does," Ty replies. I don't understand what that means, but decide not to question it.
"Well, should we head out? I said I'd be out there like ten minutes ago, they probably think I fell asleep," I say, lightly laughing. He lightly nods and we both head to the back door.
"I honestly wouldn't have been surprised if that happened. That's how a concerning amount of our plans ended up not happening back in high school," he says. I open the back door and let him walk out first, following behind. I can see everybody sitting at the fire, casually chatting.
"You have to be persistent with plans at night or else I'll fall asleep while waiting for a response! You should know that better than anyone at this point," I joked.
"I did know that, got pretty good at managing it by the end. I'd send a check-in text like every ten minutes to make sure you were still gonna show up."
"Oh yeah, I remember that! I thought it was hilarious how much effort you put in just so we could hang out after my parents fell asleep." I lightly chuckle at the memory, scratching my ear.
As we approach the fire pit, Alex looks over at us, noticing our presence.
He gets up from the bench and walks over, "Ty! It's so good to see you!" He pulls Ty into a hug, patting his back. Elliot gets up as well. I sit down on the bench next to Liam and lean my head on his shoulder, and he puts his arm around my back.
Shaela stays lounging on the bench across from us, "Hey Ty! Glad you could make it!" She always hated doing anything that remotely involved emotions, so this was an expected reaction to meeting a friend she hasn't seen in more than two years.
"I'm guessing that you worked it out?" Liam whispered.
"I don't know if I'd go that far, but I think we're on a good path," I reply, matching his volume. Everyone sits back down, Alex and Shae on one bench, Ty and Elliot on the other. "Did you add more wood or something? That fire is massive," It had probably grown to more than half my size since I first lit it.
"Oh yeah, might as well use all of the firewood tonight since we're here!" he replied. The warmth of the fire was extremely comforting, shielding me from the sheer cold of the forest - not without the help of being next to Liam, either.
The crackle of the firewood is sporadically repetitive, offering a calm ambience to lay behind the loud conversations we were having. I didn't move from my spot for the rest of the night. Alex was telling a story about how he almost got arrested a few months ago when he got into a fight with some random guy clearly from out of town at his work, very obviously on at least two different types of drugs. If there was one thing this town was good for, it was the stupid bullshit that happened on a day-to-day basis. I mean, I don't know if I'd call it good, but it makes for good stories.
Yeah, I was definitely happy to be back. At least for a little while.
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justkpopstuffinmyhead · 7 years ago
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Yongguk - Dangerously Innocent Drabble ♥ [Request]
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Member: B.A.P’s Bang Yongguk
Pairing: MafiaLeader!Yongguk &  You
Genre: Smut Like Basically only smut. Can someone hand me the holy water [Tho i’m still rly timid with smut ‘cause I don#t want y’all to think badly of me :D]
Warnings: Well It’s smut.
Words: 1,143
CONTAINS SOME SPOILERS FOR DANGEROUSLY INNOCENT SO READ IT FIRST ♥  Masterlist
It’s one of those days again. Ever since Yongguk took over the role as a mafia leader again, he has made sure that you feel loved and are by his side as much as possible. Yet, in the beginning, he was strictly against you joining him during the meetings. That lasted only about 5 weeks, when Himchan called you in for one particularly difficult topic that resulted in Yongguk losing his temper not even halfway into the meeting. Ever since then you have been a regular to the meetings. You don’t voice your opinion often, but mostly just sit next to Yongguk, his hand on your thigh, most of the time a medical book in your lap to keep you busy.
Today they spoke about the left over members of Black Widow – the group that kidnapped you what feels like forever ago and held you captive for over a month. Whenever they start talking about them, Yongguk loses his temper. “Just kill them. They don’t deserve to breathe the same air as Y/N.” His hand is on your thigh, close to your knee, and wraps tight around the soft skin. You rest your hand atop his and look at him “Yongguk. Be reasonable. I don’t want you to kill them.” You say quietly. There are women among them that probably started just like you. His forehead wrinkles and they start discussing the situation again, while you study the book Himchan gave you. When they notice that they won’t reach a conclusion today, they move over to the next topic – Something Zelo seems to be passionate about as his voice is raised. Yongguk leans back in his chair and his hand rises on you thigh until it touches your core. He’s just resting it there at that point and you swallow. The others are far enough away not to notice when his hand nonchalantly disappears in your pants and a finger enters you.  You gasp and everyone looks over to you, resulting in you blushing. “Sorry. Paper cut.”You explain and Yongguk takes your finger and kisses the invisible paper cut. The others fake gagging noises and you blush harder. “Let’s end his here.” Youngjae says and everyone stands up quickly and leave the room, leaving the two of you alone. Yongguk pulls his hand out of your pants and you pout at him. You get picked up by him and he sets you down on the huge, wooden table in front of you, kissing you hard and passionately. “Yongguk. What if someone comes in?” you whisper and he just opens your pants and pills them down. “I don’t fucking care.” His voice is rough as he runs his hand through your hair and tips it back, kissing your neck. You feel the pull on your hair and gasp. His mouth on your neck makes you gasp and press your legs together in order to get some kind of friction. You feel him mark you, leaving hickeys at the curve of your neck, making you sigh in pleasure. “Yongguk please!” you beg and he just shakes his head, kissing down to your breasts painfully slowly. He pulls your shirt down along with your bra and kisses the soft skin carefully. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His left hand starts massaging your right boob as he starts sucking on the other nipple, making you moan out his name.  “Again. Say my name again.” He demands and when you down he stops and looks down at you. You pout and stretch to kiss him. He hastily pulls down your pants and opens his zipper and enters you without any sort of warning. “Fuck!” He growls and presses you down onto the table, grabs your legs to grant him better access and enter you deeper. “You’re so fucking tight.” He rests his hand between your breasts to keep you down – carefully but with pressure. He starts picking up a quicker pace and enters you as deeply as he can. You moan his name and he grabs you by your hips to move even quicker. “I’m so close” you almost scream and he just moves faster, wanting to make you cum around him and you do. He moans and empties himself inside you. You’re still laying on the table in post orgasmic bliss when he picks you up, sits himself down on the table, everything while not pulling out of you. You start kissing him and move your hips, making him moan. You kiss down to his neck and start sucking on the tender flesh, leaving your mark there. Yongguk has been possessive over you ever since the beginning and enjoys marking you, loves you wearing his shirts or when you smell of his cologne because you spent so much time close to him. “Yongguk. I can’t anymore.” You say and let go at the same moment, feeling him deep inside you while you cum again. He keeps rocking his hips and cums inside you for a second time. You rest your head on his shoulder and lean against him. “Babe?” Yongguk whispers, a smile in his voice.  You just mumble something and sit there with your eyes closed. He moves in order to pull out of you and you whimper because of the overstimulation. “I’m sorry.” He whispers and picks you up, setting you down on the table. You open your eyes and look at him; his eyes are fixed on you hungrily but he pulls his pants back up and helps you put yours back on to carry you safely to his bedroom; setting you down on the bed and taking your clothes off again. “Someone’s tired…” Yongguk whispers and sits down next to you. “Well I didn’t sleep all night because SOMEONE kept me busy.” You say and he smiles softly. “Well who?” He asks, taking his clothes off and laying down behind you, spooning you and kissing your neck. “we’ll continue later, okay?” You promise as he hugs you close to his body. “You don’t need to feel forced. Plus I won`t be home tonight. We planned something. I will only be able to stay with you for another few hours and then I’ll have to get up and leave.” You cuddle into him and pout. “I know babe.” You close your eyes and fall asleep only to be taken up what feels like a few seconds later by Yongguk moving. “Go back to sleep.” He whispers and kisses you lips. “When will you be back?” He shrugs and smiles at you. “Don’t know yet. I hope it won’t take longer than a few hours. I want to be back before you wake up.” He bushes through your hair. “Promise me.” He sighs and smiles at you. “Again?” You nod and he kisses you once more.
“I promise I’ll be back in one piece.”
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suqarjae · 7 years ago
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{ next door neighbour!eunwoo }
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this series is taking a lot longer than planned agsjdk but here!! we have neighbor!eunwoo !!! requested by @flyera , let's hope I have the rest done soon ;;v;; thanks for requesting 💕💕 
・lee dongmin・ 
you really need an egg 
you thought you had enough 
but 
n o p e
you can't leave your house to go to the store bc it's 3am 
maybe midnight baking wasn't the best idea 
very reluctantly you make your way to your neighbour's door 
it was the best idea you could come up with ok
you weren't expecting him to answer what the hell 
"before you ask what I'm doing at your door at 3am I'd just like to say I didn't expect you to answer n sorry if I disturbed you if I'm causing you trouble I'll just go back home" 
he cut you off halfway saying he couldn't sleep tonight anyways so it was ok n everything but he was still v v confused on why your here at 3am 
"oh uh...I was here to ask if you happened to have an egg? i couldn't sleep so I was gonna bake some muffins n I thought I had enough eggs but I'm one short and if I don't get that egg it's going to drive me insane aHa h" 
he blinks a couple times before he starts chuckling to himself 
you swear you hear him mutter smth abt you being cute under his breath before he disappears inside 
when you don't follow him in he stops halfway to what appears to be his kitchen 
"are you going to stand there and freeze your butt off or are you coming inside to get this egg" 
you were inside quicker than you could say minion midnight 
as he gives you the egg he gives you a soft half smile 
"so what's your name anyways like we do a similar course and we share quite a few classes but I've somehow never actually paid proper attention to your name oops" 
you start to get kinda flustered bc now that you can see him in the light it turns out you may or may not have asked the guy you've been crushing on from afar for a goddamn e g g at three in the m o r n i n g 
"oh-I-uhm--I'm uh..I'm--"
you’re a stuttering mess and your brain can't compute at 3am anymore apparently 
"wait aren't you binnie's friend? yea you are!!! aren't you...?" 
you nod bc words fail you rn 
he's so warm and friendly?? even at 3am???
why is he like this 
shit he's making your feelings grow more 
he's so sweet??????
????????????????????????????
you invite him over bc you left the muffin batter out like the loveable doof you are n you feel bad if you just rob him of one singular egg 
he laughs n follows you back home 
you spend the next like...hour messing around with each other bc y'all can't sleep anyways 
you two are having so much fun you completely forget its now 4am
the muffins are finally in the oven and you’re sat on the counter while he's casually raiding your fridge for who knows why or what
you've established a fast friendship in this small time frame ok 
you're licking the spoon and he's returned from your fridge with an egg in hand 
"..........where tf was that" 
he cracks up hah get it laughing and stands back to reveal a whole carton of eggs hidden behind the milk bottle and your roommate's protein powder jar that she refuses to leave in the pantry 
you're laughing too bc it's now 4am who cares anymore everything's hilarious atm 
he's leaning against the counter next to where you’re sitting 
you honestly feel so warm when he's there like it was probably rly obvious you had a crush on him 
you may or may not of fallen asleep on him while waiting for the muffins
like legit on him
he was wondering why it suddenly got rly quiet when he felt you lean against his shoulder softly
"that's so cute wtf..." 
he's still p much wide awake 
he picks you up n you nuzzle into his chest
he’s warm and cuddly and you’re very much asleep at this point
“fuCk that’s cut e...” he says aloud, under his breath
he carries you to the sofa n lays you down as best he can without waking you up n he goes n gets the blanket on the couch opposite where he lay you down 
he makes sure you'll be warm by carefully wrapping you up in a blanket burrito before finishing up the muffins for you 
writes a small message on a sticky note n sticks it on the container he put the muffins in 
"thanks for the muffin, it's really good actually. if u wanna talk more than just gimme a text :) " then his number down the bottom 
it was a v v nice surprise to wake up to 
you missed your first class 
but the early morning muffin baking was very memorable
you messaged him and he got back to you almost straight away 
hey what can I say, you guys clicked rly well ;)
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