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hexonthepeach · 2 years ago

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dark & stormy 3: eye of the storm

summary: you’re a housekeeper in a seedy hotel working through the worst hurricane of the season when you’re invited to spend the evening with your two sexy but enigmatic co-workers. when you accidentally uncover their secret identities you're dragged into a darker world—one you may already know too well

pairing: jaehyun (nct) x johnny (nct) x fem!reader (code name: jenny)

genre: the late-70s/early-80s miami vice/nice guys/secret agent johnjae/reader au no one asked for or: a work of madness inspired by the infamous w korea shoot

word count: 13k of 63k

warnings: explicit sexual content (m/f, m/m, mmf threesome) [see chapters for detailed tags], dark themes, implied murder, drug-use (alcohol, quaaludes), drugging w/o consent, stalking, kidnapping (non-sexual), bondage, minor knifeplay/gunplay, slight age gap [y/n early 20s, jj late 20s/early 30s], y/n implied dark origins/criminal history (OC vibes but history left open for interpretation), sleep paralysis/nightmares, walk-on guest appearances from other nct members inc. sungtaro in later chapters

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chapter warnings: gratuitous use of pet names (babydoll, baby), size kink, panty-sniffing, wall sex, oral (m/f, m/m), exhibitionism, sharing is caring, polyamory, minor consensual somniphilia, bondage, drunk sex, double penetration, anal sex (m/m), devil's threesome (mmf), i had to turn my photocards around to write this, only god can judge me, a little bit of angst for the real ones

recommended listening: i can't breathe by gwsn

"What’s that babydoll? You want a Waikiki Beach?"

Once you're free of your shackles, you think, you're going to find some means to strangle Johnny. It might require a stepladder and a superhuman increase in your grip but you're going to try.

“Give me the key,” you repeat, looking beside you to make sure the older man two seats down from you isn’t listening. Luckily the PA system is loudly playing Anita Ward’s “Ring My Bell” and his beer is almost empty.

"The orange juice needs to be fresh-squeezed?" Johnny half-shouts, that easy half-smile permanently stamped on his face. "Yeah. Not that shit from a can."

"Give me the key." You repeat, louder. In retrospect hiding your cuffed hands by putting them behind you rather than in front of you, under one of Jaehyun's suit jackets, was the wrong strategy. At least you can rest against the bar in front of you without looking weird.

Johnny pauses opening a can of cream de coco, leaning across the bamboo bar-top in a way that makes you jerk back in surprise.

"Take a seat, let me make you that drink I promised," he says, eyes flashing with amusement but also a warning.

The hidden implication is that you're at his mercy until Jaehyun gets here and after what you'd endured earlier you think letting him imagine he has the upper hand is better than making a scene.

You awkwardly get onto one of the stools, surveying the packed bar with its hodge-podge of Don the Beachcomber styled paraphernalia: glass floats and wood carvings lit by low, multi-colored lights. The attached restaurant is packed full (cabin fever has obviously set in with the patrons) so the bar is still only half-capacity.

You don’t recognize any of the faces but it’s the corner booth that pulls your attention, crammed with a silent party of too-large men in suits, tacitly ignoring each other as they scope the entrance to the bar. You clock their leader immediately by his crimson jacket and stony expression, and the way his eyes land on you the instant you look at him. You have a sense for danger and avert your eyes immediately.

Johnny is occupied with finishing several orders at once for the lingering dinner crowd but he makes a point to talk to you as he fills oversized tiki mugs and exotic-looking glasses with different drinks. Your mouth waters a bit, not just at the rum-heavy concoctions but also at the fluidity and skill of his work, like he's performing just for you.

"You have fun in my room today?" Johnny asks, finally sliding your drink across to you. He stops just out of your reach, laughing at you when you glare at him before sticking a straw in and bringing it to your lips.

"No thanks to you," you grouse.

You hadn’t paid much attention to what went in it with the blur of bottles but it's a gradient of yellow to deep red-orange, garnished with an orange and cherry and even a little paper umbrella.

You’re glad he hadn't asked you what you wanted—you wouldn’t have known what to ask for. You take a sip, delighted immediately by the complexity of flavors: citrusy and spicy but with an unexpected touch of vanilla and apricot.

"Good, eh?" he asks, watching you intensely. You can't fake your enjoyment so you give a small nod, your cold anger melting a bit with his attention.

"What's it called?" you ask, but he ignores you. A hand splays wide over your upper back and you go rigid, watching Johnny’s face go from concern to a smile.

"Jae, my man, what can I get you?”

"The good stuff." That deep-like-velvet voice has you relaxed in a heartbeat as Johnny reaches to the top shelf with barely a stretch for a bottle of Blue Label.

You’d watched Jaehyun get dressed but you're still surprised to feel the hard jab of a holstered gun digging into your shoulder blade when you lean back.

"Everything alright?" You twist to look back up at him only to find he's masked in neutrality. He shakes his head, lips pressed tight together.

"Gonna be a long night," Johnny says cryptically. "And not just 'cause I'm working a double."

"Cleaning crew is en route," Jaehyun nods, swallowing his scotch in one throw. "I need you to take care of her until they can get here. I'll cover the bar and keep an eye on the regulars."

Johnny's bored expression turns a little more smug at that, his eyes flicking to you. "Finish that drink, babydoll."

You swivel in your seat to talk to Jaehyun but he’s gone, moving around the bar to join Johnny. Your heart pinches a little as you watch him roll up the sleeves of his work suit and survey the surroundings, that closed-off distance back more than ever. Whatever it is you know better than to ask, especially in public.

Johnny shows up beside you just as you finish your drink with a loud suck on your straw. Negotiating off the stool is difficult but he helps you, easing you onto your heels and maybe pulling you just a little closer to his tall frame. You shirk him off but secretly appreciate the hand on your lower back that helps you stay upright. You're surprised when he navigates you to the back of the house, through the kitchen with a nod at the two cooks and down the service corridor to the manager's office.

No one is inside but you still feel a mild panic going into the boss's space where you've had your share of (undeserved) dressing downs. Johnny closes the door but doesn't bother to lock it, coming over to where you stand perusing the mess of papers piled on the desk.

He slips the gray suit jacket off of you after a moment, drinking in the sight of the marmalade-colored strapless dress Jaehyun had found for you—supposedly from the hotel lost-and-found. You shudder to think of the alternative.

"You clean up nice," he says.

"Uncuff me, now," you say. If you feel a little toasty from his attention you blame it on the drink. You'd watched him make it so there was no way he could have spiked it but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t gone to your head.

"Don't want to play a little more with these on? Didn't seem to be a problem with Jae," he says.

"Now."

He holds up the silver key and laughs when you try to kick him. Before long he's got you turned around and propped against the desk, working a little more slowly than you'd like. He pecks your bare shoulder at the release of the lock.

As soon as your one hand is free you turn around and slap him as hard as you can, cuff still dangling from your wrist. Johnny doesn’t even flinch, smiling through it. He grabs your hand when you raise it again.

"Still mad about the—" he starts.

"You tied me up and threatened to kill me, asshole," you snarl. You're more pissed off at yourself for failing to rile him than at his response, but whatever witty retort he's about to make dies on his lips as he sees that your eyes are glassy with unshed tears. He helps you out of the other cuff and rubs your sore wrists, careful to avoid the places where the skin is raw.

"I'm sorry," he says. "Didn't know if Jae was being over-optimistic and you'd actually try to do something."

His apology gives you pause as you wipe the moisture from your eyes, careful not to wreck your mascara.

"I don't trust you," you explain. "But I don't have it out for you, either."

Johnny nods, a little less solemn. “It’s not your fault you got pulled into this. Whatever happens you’re safe with us. We just need you to work with us a little longer.”

“Jaehyun told me you needed a roper,” you say. You hadn’t let on that you understood the terminology, but it was also becoming increasingly clear that they already knew. “I’ll do it.”

Jaehyun had mentioned compensation, which would have been incentive enough if you hadn’t also been easing down from your fourth–or was it fifth?—orgasm of the day. That post-cum clarity you’d had getting yourself off in the past no longer applied, you felt like you’d been fucked into a single-digit IQ. Making up for lost time, indeed.

“I’ve got an easier job for you first,” he says. “Just need to keep me company here until Jaehyun gives us the signal,” Johnny says, touching the side of his head. He’s wearing the same inconspicuous earpiece you’d watched Jaehyun put in, wire hidden under long hair and collar. You wonder where Johnny has his mic since he’s wearing another short-sleeved tropical shirt, company orange and floral. It’s funny to think you match, even if there’s such a stark disparity between you.

“What are you planning to do?” you ask.

That wicked grin appears again, his eyebrows lowered.

Johnny’s hands suddenly land on your hips and you squeak as he lifts you onto the desk, scattering file folders and log books onto the floor as you’re pushed back on the dark wood.

“Getting myself fired,” he says, voice lilting. His face dips down into the space between your neck and shoulder, not making contact but close enough to burn you with his exhalation.

"You think fucking a cute little maid on the manager's desk will do it?"

"Oh no," you shake your head, overwhelmed by the warmth radiating off his skin and the clean eucalyptus smell of whatever he was using in his toilette.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to. It's just an act, babydoll." Johnny's breath tickles your skin as he moves up to your ear. “You wanna help or should I hide you in the closet and go find Ruby? I'll let you watch.”

"No." The word escapes your lips with a violence you’re not prepared for, that small sting of jealousy returning. He’s smiling into your jaw as he makes his way across your face, finally pressing more than a butterfly wing’s weight when he finds your lips.

"I'll do it,” you repeat, kissing him back. “As long as . . . " You drift off, biting your inner cheek. "Can I talk to Jaehyun first?"

"He can hear you," Johnny says, tapping his shirt front. "No secrets between partners."

"Ask him if he's okay with . . . " You wave your hands in the air, physically unable to say it aloud.

Johnny lifts your chin so you'll meet his honey-brown eyes, mouth curving. "You hear that Jae, she thinks you'll be jealous."

You scowl at him, watching him push the earpiece in further. He laughs at what’s said in the channel before coming back to you.

"He said something about watching. I don’t know, music is too loud. Did he tell you he has a thing for that?"

"What?" you ask, confused. Johnny trails his hands up the silky fabric covering your legs, reading your face for consent before pulling you to the edge of the desk. You shudder as he hikes your dress up more with his thumbs, rubbing circles into your thighs through the satin.

"I've shared girls with him before but he usually just watches," Johnny says, blithely. "You're the first one he's properly fucked since we were assigned together."

His words send heat pooling into your core, fire spreading to burn through your nerves. You imagine Jaehyun sitting in a chair in the shadows, just drinking the sight of you in as Johnny fucks you into the mattress, bent in two and drooling into the sheets. You try to calm down–you need to keep your head on your shoulders–but you can’t hide your bodily reaction.

"You like that?" Johnny senses your arousal again, nose nudging yours. "You want to be shared?"

You breathe through your mouth, clenching your thighs together. The Lord above knew you should be sated but then you're sure he isn't involved in any of this.

“I think I can handle it,” you respond. “Can you?”

Johnny’s rough fingers suddenly dig into the flesh of your hips. You were so distracted you didn’t even realize he’d reached under your dress, pulling you closer to the edge. He flashes you the biggest grin you’ve seen yet, Cheshire Cat wide.

"Need to borrow your underwear," Johnny says, yanking your second-best pair of panties down your legs and past your heels. You watch in horror as he lifts the ruined synthetic lace to his nose and inhales deeply.

"How many times did that bastard cum inside you, exactly?" Johnny asks. "In the shower, too?"

Your mouth is dry as the desert, unable to stop him as he tucks away his prize in his back pocket.

"You heard that?!" you finally squeak.

"Of course. Everything, baby doll. You think we get privacy in this line of work?"

"Jaehyun." You bury your face in your hands to hide your mortification. Johnny gently brings you out, prising your hands apart as he laughs at you, quietly.

"You'll get used to it. Personally I like making the wiretap boys squirm. But then I'm not usually on the receiving end."

You open your mouth to tell him you deserved that but instead your eyes go down to his hips in front of you, and to the obvious bulge straining his white shorts, his length curved down against the inside of his left leg. Ruby hadn't been lying about his size. Soup is good food, indeed, you think, swallowing dryly.

When your eyes return to Johnny’s face you find it’s darkened a bit, his pupils drug-wide. "It's been a long day."

You can picture him tucking his cock into his waistband as he worked, waiting for his next break to jerk off to your moans in a bathroom stall. You’d never give him the satisfaction of telling him you'd heard it yourself, when Jaehyun had slipped his earpiece into your ear mid-fuck. Or that you’d come even harder to the thought of both men getting off to you.

"Do you want a taste?" you ask, hand caressing his jaw. You have your own agenda but it's clear the lines are blurred too much between torturing him and torturing yourself. You knew who would enjoy it, regardless.

"What do you want, baby girl?" Johnny doesn’t let you answer aloud, the flick of your eyes down is enough. He drops to his knees, pulling your legs over his shoulders.

He's nowhere near as gentle as Jaehyun was, burrowing under your dress to press his plush mouth against your sensitive sex, licking deep and heavy until you’re begging him to stop. He doesn’t let up, angling you back so that you’re dropped across the desk, spilling a mug of pens onto the floor.

You quickly learn that roughness is no indication of skill as he spreads your lips and laps at the wetness seeping from you. The sounds are obscene and you know it's deliberate but you find yourself joining him, making sharp little cries each time his mouth moves higher.

"Please," you beg, tugging on his hair. "Please more."

"Such a dirty little kitten," he says, flattening his tongue against your clit with each swipe. "Not satisfied with one cock. You think you can take two?"

"Mmhmm," you moan, lost in the moment.

"We should get you ready," he says, pushing his long fingers deep inside of you. You should be sore but it's almost a relief—the ache is gone as he scissors the digits to open you. You bite back a cry, holding on to the edge of the desk with clenched fists as he adjusts his posture. The mess inside of you squelches with each thrust, desk rocking with the strength of his arm.

Just the knowledge that Johnny is fucking you with his hand is getting you off but you know you can do so much better, especially when you meet his self-satisfied look from between your thighs, his mouth on you again.

“Stop. Stop,” you say, grasping his collar and pulling on it. “You're not–”

“Quiet,” he says. He pulls his fingers out of you with a pop, inspecting the shine on them before reaching up to fill your mouth to let you taste yourself and the slight bitterness of cum.

You suck experimentally, prompting him to stand up and watch your face as you hollow your cheeks. Johnny holds your neck as he thrusts the digits gently to the back of your throat, hips mirroring the movement as he pushes against the desk with his upper thighs. You scoot forward, practically hanging off the desk to soak the front of his shorts, loving the friction of the khaki against your bareness.

He watches you demonstrate your eagerness to take him in both orifices, clearly proud of himself.

“You going to take me raw, too?” he asks, easing up when you gag on his fingers. You nod, eyes watering. He looks at you with adoration, kissing your forehead and face and then your lips once he's pulled his fingers from them.

“I wish we had more time, I’d make you come on every surface in this room,” Johnny says, unbuckling his pants and pulling himself out of the top of his boxer briefs. You only have a few seconds to fully grasp the danger you’re in, lost in the miles of tanned skin you haven’t seen yet and a close-shaved thatch of dark hair that does little to hide the monster hiding there.

“Ready?”

You don’t get a chance to answer as that absolutely incomprehensible size presses against you–the angle just right to–

"Are you, big boy?" you tease.

–he loses control and jams his into the desk, full-body wincing. You almost laugh at that, but he doesn't waste a second before pulling you forward and onto him, making you gasp with the burn of taking those first few inches.

"You aren't," he grunts, hand sliding between you to grope at your core. You bat his hand away, grabbing the back of his neck to try and pull yourself on him more.

"Whose fault is that?”

It’s not an easy fit no matter what preparation you've had, and he's not moving the way Jaehyun did to work you in as much as letting you stretch around him as he readjusts awkwardly. The desk proves too low for how high his hips are compared to it–both of you slipping as he tries to find a good surface to fight against the grip of your cunt keeping him half-sunk.

“You think this is funny?” he growls. Your pent-in laughter is immediately stopped as he lifts you up, his forearms wrapped up and under your thighs.

He’s strong enough you feel as weightless as feather down, but gravity still applies when he lets you slide down on his thick cock. You let out a cry, arms and legs wrapping around him instinctively to hold on as he moves you both away from the desk. And then you’re pressed against the wood-panel wall behind it, shoulders pinned as he rolls his hips up in controlled, tight thrusts.

“You okay?” Johnny’s mouth is against your forehead as he slowly fucks into you, not even halfway sheathed inside. Your legs shake, already tired, but you can't imagine stopping—not with that gnawing need settling in.

Within a minute you're losing your mind; the angle and that impossible girth is good but you can’t touch yourself and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to come with him practically warming himself inside you.

“I can take it,” you say. You don’t mind pain, and right now you crave it. You nudge his chin with your nose, kissing the smooth skin underneath, where he doesn’t need to shave.

“I know you can,” he says. “But tap me if you need to stop.”

“Stop telling me–”

Immediately you’re pulled down until your shoulders are angling to the floor, hearing the rip in your dress as he lets you drop. You pull yourself up desperately, heels digging into his thighs and fingernails into his arms until he lifts you again, bracing you both against the office wall.

“I said tap me if you need to stop,” he says, obviously amused as your eyes flutter shut when he’s close to bottoming out. His thrusts resume, gaze locked with yours in the flickering fluorescent light.

“Relax,” he says. “I’ve got you.”

“Do you?” you ask, threading your hands in his hair again.

“It’s so funny how you think you’re in control,” Johnny says, voice low. The threat makes you clench around him and you both respond non-verbally, his grunts increasing as he angles you to pump even deeper. You dig your nails into the back of his neck, but with his cock fully lubricated you’re quickly at his mercy, each slap of his hips against yours bouncing you up along the laminate.

You're immediately wetter than you've ever been, cum trickling down the inside of your thighs as he pushes you open further and further until you’re breaking against your own better judgment. You bury your face in the open V of his collar to keep from screaming, gold chain indenting your cheek.

His hands are under your thighs again, the wall just an afterthought. Now you’re being lifted and carried down in slow semi-circles, his jaw against your skull as he whispers consolations and praise. You know you’re supposed to wait, to listen, but there’s only his voice in your ear as you let go and feel every point of contact between you.

For a moment you actually believe he wants you. He could fuck you into the next life and it wouldn’t be enough, you think. You want to suck him off in a linen closet. You want him to whisper whatever his desire is in your ear and respond in kind. Few would be so lucky.

“You can make noise, baby.” There it is, you think, that’s an order. You let the sound you’ve been holding in out finally, face angled away from the clip-collar mic you’d felt against your cheek.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you say hoarsely.

That’s when you understand what you’ve been missing, when his conscious mind finally falls away, he holds you tight and fucks. Your entire body is bent as he ruts into you with his hand curling around the back of your neck to bring you closer to him. The wall clock above you falls to the floor, plastic shattering, as you lose yourself in the feeling of being broken apart—

“What in the fuck are you doing?!” The third voice in the room startles you mid-moan and you realize you hadn’t even heard the door open. Johnny pauses, hold slackening enough for you to slide back down the wall. He looks over his shoulder, the glow of sweat near his hairline shining in the fluorescent light.

“I’m on break,” Johnny says, subtly angling your bodies to shield you from sight.

“In my office!?” The night manager doesn't sound scandalized enough for this to be a first occurrence, just humiliated.

“You weren’t using it.” Johnny says.

The slam of a man’s fist against the doorway is punctuated by a loud, defeated sigh.

“Well? You gonna watch or you gonna let me finish?” Johnny says.

You’re impressed at the level tone he has, not just because you were interrupted but because your cunt is squeezing around him with each suppressed giggle. Your hands rise under his shirt to smooth over his twitching abdomen, watching the side of his face as he masterfully avoids reacting. You tweak his nipples for good measure, earning yourself a warning thrust of his hips.

“You can finish out your shift without hourly and then you’re out of this hotel, Sullivan,” the older man says in as threatening a voice as he can muster. “I’d drag you both out myself but you know damn well we don’t have anyone to cover you.”

“Works for me,” Johnny says.

“Fuck you and the horse you rode in on!” The slam of the door drops another framed picture and you wait until the sound of muttering about not being able to keep his dick in his pants for five minutes, then you both break into sobs of laughter, Johnny heaving you around and back to drop your ass on the desk again. He slips painfully out of you as you curl in on each other, shaking violently, adrenaline high burning in your veins.

“Did I do a good job?” You ask once you’ve stopped laughing, wiping tears from your eyes. You’re already adjusting your skirt down your legs, and checking your heels are still strapped to your feet when Johnny’s large hand wraps around your chin.

“Do you think we’re done here?” Johnny’s voice is low.

“You think I want a quick fuck?” You stare up at him through your eyelashes, enjoying the way his full mouth quirks and his eyes narrow. He doesn’t seem convinced by your delivery so you sink the knife in a little deeper.

“Didn’t you hear? Jaehyun said not unless he's watching," you say.

You smile, unable to keep a wry expression. Johnny’s grip on your neck loosens, his touch much more tempting as he strokes the earpiece hidden beneath your right ear. You shiver a little at how gentle he is, avoiding looking at his still-wet, perfect length right in front of you.

“Finish yourself off again,” you say, mustering up an air of business. “We have work to do.”

You slide out from under his arm as he leans against the desk, not moving to stop you. The silence in the room is deafening as you retrieve Jaehyun’s jacket, accidentally kicking a mug across the stained carpet, its yellow smiley face motif staring up into nothing.

You're peeking through the closed blinds before opening the door when he finally speaks.

“You should be more careful.”

You’re always careful. You don’t turn around, hand on the doorknob. You’re also used to threats.

“Why is that?”

Johnny’s voice is quiet, personal. “You might have more than one man falling for you.”

He can’t see the smile that spreads on your lips as you duck out, straightening your dress and your back as you walk towards your next assignment.

“I’m counting on it,” you say as the door closes behind you.

The lobby is a hellish sight once you’ve successfully snuck out of the service corridor unseen. You retrieve your powder and lipstick from your coat pocket, cleaning up the smears around your mouth as you sit on one of the low divans nearest to the sliding doors while secretly scoping the front desk.

“The big guy is trying to get a door key from Sheila but she’s not buying it,” you say, coughing after you’ve leaned back from speaking into your jacket collar. "He's being directed to use the phone bank."

“We’re going to need you to go back to 310,” Jaehyun says, soft voice and piano music echoing loud in your ear when he uses the mic. “Answer the call.”

Your heart sinks into the tile under your feet, but you answer. “Copy.”

“Don’t worry. Snoopy will go with you.”

“Snoopy? Does that make you Schroeder?” You can’t help but tease, snapping your makeup compact shut to look up at his back, just twenty feet away where he’s sitting at the grand piano.

He answers by immediately shifting his improvised piano play into the first movement of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. The music adds a somber air to the room as spouses fight each other over staying another night and the man at the counter steps aside for another in the long line of attempted vacancies. The goon makes his way back to the phone lines, foot tapping impatiently as an elderly woman yells into the receiver about whether her cats have been fed.

Outside sheets of water still fall from the carport but the neon lighting reveals a line of taxis no longer burdened by high flood waters—there’s traffic now, and you’re not partaking in it. No, you’re staying just a little longer in this dollhouse, puppeted by a shadowy organization you've been coerced into working with through the power of money and (admittedly) good dick.

"You're in on the plan now," Jaehyun says, painting your nails for you in the hotel room. "You do this for us and you'll be set for life."

"How long of a lifespan is that?" You ask, making him look up at you with thin-lipped concentration.

"You're safer with us than anyone else," he says.

You wanted to believe him.

"What's the catch?" you ask, knowing there always is one.

"You have to pretend like this never happened."

One of the bellhops passes you by in a rush, distracting you as the seat beside you sinks with a new weight.

“He’s more of a Linus,” a soft, musical voice says next to you. The strange man shakes water off a drenched black fedora, setting a black doctor's bag on the cushions between you.

Your entire body stills, careful not to react too much to the new company. Your eyes slide over and up a long torso to an unfamiliar face. He's got a soft, innocent air to him with his white-blond hair and angelic features but there’s also a slyness to him you wouldn't be comfortable testing.

You wonder if it’s a prerequisite for their agency that these men be as tall as a coffin is buried, or look better in a suit than any man ever put into one.

“Nice to meet you,” you say, still pretending to watch Jaehyun navigate the keys. “Where’s Woodstock?”

“Oh, he’ll be here soon.” The stranger smiles without showing his teeth, kicking his long legs out. A small child waving a Stretch Armstrong figure barrels into his feet, crying loudly. It seems to cause a domino effect of chaos in the lobby, suitcases spilling as another person trips on the wet floor and a woman starts yelling about a refund.

“Let’s go up first,” the stranger says. His perfect cap of white hair is hidden under his black hat again as he stands to offer you a gloved hand. You navigate the crowd, leading as he keeps pace beside you, his other arm weighed down with the bag.

“Why do they call you Snoopy?” You ask once you’re in the elevator.

“Maybe because I'm good at finding things out?” he offers, waiting for you to press the third floor button. His black overcoat still drips rain and you try not to steal glances at his profile. The more you look at him the more you think he looks like an undertaker taking you to your own funeral.

You step out of the elevator to a small crowd of people waiting to go down: tourists dressed in inappropriate shorts and linen shirts with their bags, others dressed in their best disco glam for a trip to the bar or another open club. Once the hubbub is gone and the hallway is empty Snoopy leads, a ghost for how quiet his long legs move across the hallway to the room you never wanted to go back to.

“Wait,” he says as a door opens on the far side of the hallway behind you. He pushes you into the nearby stairwell, dark eyes over your shoulder, expecting company.

“Why do you all smell so good?” The whisper that escapes you is answered in stereo, a soft chuckle over you and multiple laughs in your ears.

"Not all of us," an unknown voice says.

“You can turn the mic off if you want to, doll,” Johnny’s voice appears over the line, backgrounded by Donna Summers and bar conversation.

“If I get killed by someone named after a funny pages dog I want to be able to curse you with my last breath,” you say. More laughter follows, making you feel like you're at a live recording of a comedy radio show.

“How many people are on this line?” You wonder aloud but your companion shakes his head, leading you to the door for 310. He waits patiently for you to unlock it, your hands shaking as the key slips in. You're thankful at least you aren’t going into the suite directly.

Inside your quiet new friend listens through the adjoining door before opening it, his other hand reaching into his jacket to retrieve a silenced pistol. You follow him into the main living area, icy cold fear returning as he checks the other rooms, thankfully not making you follow.

The phone rings, startling you with how loud it is.

"You know what to do?" Snoopy asks, nodding at you when he's back in the room with you. Jaehyun had walked you through the details while he'd helped you get ready earlier and it had seemed easy enough.

You let the rings go on for a while as you shake off your nerves before picking up the pink plastic receiver and answering the phone with a tearful, shaky "hello".

"Mira?"

"Ye-yes." You let your stutter return.

"Why didn't you answer the door for me?"

"That wasn't the deal," you say. "We meet in the bar, or not at all."

"Where’s Louis, Mira? He was supposed to be down here an hour ago."

"He went for a swim," you say, not bothering to make it sound convincing.

"In a hurricane? You think I'm stupid?"

"I'll explain when I get down there," you say. "You know they're listening."

The stranger on the other end seems to take a lifetime piecing together what you said before agreeing with a growl. "Be down here in five minutes with the entire package or we're coming up there and breaking down the door to get it."

"I'll see you in ten," you say, hanging up.

"You're a natural," Snoopy says, wiping down the receiver once he's taken it from your shaking hand. "Pick out an outfit and let me know when you're ready."

He nods towards the other room and you understand immediately, picking up one of the evening dresses strewn on the couch, then reluctantly rifling through the open suitcase on the floor for underwear to replace the ones Johnny had taken from you. Wearing a dead woman's lingerie was the last thing you needed but you had few alternatives.

There’s a knock at the door that startles you as you're changing in the other room, surprised that you hadn’t had a warning from Jaehyun keeping an eye on the lobby. You come into the room to see your companion open the door, gun ready, letting in a much shorter man in a work suit pushing one of the hotel's janitorial carts.

So there isn't a height requirement after all, you think, nodding shyly from behind the door jamb as the man comes in and beams at you. He meets all your expectations in the looks department, that wholesome appearance they all seem to have masking something much different.

"Hey, Y/N," he says cheerily. "Hey, Jungwoo—"

"We talked about this, Taeil." the other man groans. "Code names?"

The other man shrugs sheepishly.

"We need to move fast. I'll help you once I'm done with her."

"Come here," Jungwoo says after reholstering his gun, guiding you into the empty adjacent room. He leaves the door ajar and gestures for you to enter the bathroom, patting the counter for you to jump on it as he opens his bag beside it. Even with the height increase he's stooped over you, lifting your face in delicate fingers to inspect it.

"We don’t have much time but the lighting should hide enough." He begins applying makeup liberally to your face in a spectrum of colors you've never used before: violets and reds and yellows.

"You want to make it look real? You can hit me," you say, eyes closed so he can give you a convincing shiner.

"Absolutely not," Jaehyun says in both of your ears.

Jungwoo smiles and shakes his head, biting his lip as he touches up his work with a gloved thumb. "You can wear sunglasses to hide your face, they won't notice."

"Do you do this a lot?" you ask, letting him apply lipstick to you in a deep shade of red.

"We usually have a team for this. But I'm a quick learner."

You glance in the mirror, nodding. "You're good at it."

The younger man beams at you, rose lips parting to reveal perfect teeth.

"Stop flirting with the kid," Johnny says. "They're all here but they're looking antsy."

"Almost done," you say, helping Jungwoo put the wig on you to complete your look. He disappears for a moment and comes back with the final touches: large white sunglasses and a fur coat, and a key with the 312 tag. You don’t want to know where he'd found it.

"What about the bag?" you ask.

"We'll let you know where we stash it."

"Won't they check for a wire?" You look up at Jungwoo, surprised to see confusion flicker across his face.

"These guys are dumb but they're professionals. You tell them you killed dear old Louis here and they won't suspect you're wearing one."

"It's still too risky," you say aloud.

"We're expecting failure," Jaehyun's voice crackles in with the echo of the lobby, piano playing stopped.

Jungwoo nods, shrugging a little. "Getting caught is just another contingency."

"I see." You have your doubts but you also know that this is largely going to be a matter of luck, much like the other jobs you'd pulled off in the past. As long ago as it's been since you'd done one you’re feeling the same you had every time, the lemon-sharp thrill of possibility with your head running through escapes and back-up options should things go south.

"Should I take a weapon?"

"No. We'll have your back." Jungwoo adjusts your hairline a final time, combing out one of the long, black tresses to rest on your shoulder. "You have my word."

You look at him skeptically, prompting him to blush prettily. "On my mother’s life."

Mommy's boys, the lot of them, you sigh internally. It’s odd but nothing about the last day has been normal, so you figure you'll take your chances.

The trip downstairs is a blur, and you calm yourself by humming the Peanuts theme, until the chuckles in your in-ear reminds you that you have an audience.

Once you're in the lounge you plan on blowing past the bar, but Johnny beckons you with a curve of his finger. The music is loud enough you have to lean over the bar to hear what he has to say. He hovers dangerously close, breath against your cheek.

"Want another Long Slow Comfortable Screw Against the Wall?"

"What?" You stare at him in disbelief once you've pulled away.

"The drink you had earlier," he says, holding up a glass. "I'll send one over. Deliver it to that spot you like so much in the lobby. The one with the view."

It takes you a moment to realize he’s telling you where the package is being delivered.

"Why are you like this?" you ask, not waiting for an answer or his pleased expression. You head directly for the suits at the back booth past the sadly empty dance floor and stage, mirror ball illuminating clouds of smoke wafting from the occupied tables.

For a moment you catch a familiar face looking at you from one of the booths and your heart stutters but Ruby's gaze skips over you and back to the bar. Thank god for your disguise, you think, she's the last person you want to talk to right now.

There's a clear aura of uncertainty coming from the group you're approaching, the chill of fear beginning to freeze you until you remember you’re not carrying a bag. You walk forward with a mixture of feigned confidence and very real wariness.

One of the three men accompanying the leader stands up and pretends to give you a hug, patting you down instead. You stand stock still as his hands wander up your body under the white rabbit fur coat, roughly squeezing the underwire of your bra before standing back to let you sit.

Once you've slid along the red leather you're closed in immediately by the bodyguard, a hard and cold object digging into your stomach under the table.

"Where is it," the leader asks, fingers steepling in front of him. This close you can see he's as good-looking as your own agents, and though they hadn’t told you anything much past his name and a warning to play it cool you can feel the power coming off him like radiation from a nuclear core.

"You could at least buy a girl a drink, Max," you say, placing your hands on the table, not to show off Jaehyun's work on your nails as much as let them see the very real damage to your wrists and the scrapes on your knuckles. "The case is in the lobby behind the palm tree closest to the piano."

The leader only has to nod before one of the meatheads across from you—the one you’d taken to calling Hulk for the shape of his jaw��gets up to retrieve it.

"Roughed you up good, did he?" Max asks, offering you an expensive cigarette from an ivory-plated case.

You let your hand shake when you accept it, leaning into the flame and fighting the urge to cough when the smoke hits your lungs. The second drag is easier, letting them hang on your next words.

"I told him if he hurt me again he'd pay." You exhale smoke, flashing him a glimpse of your face under the glasses, satisfied with the look of disgust that crosses his cold features. "He paid."

"We'll need to confirm that." Max toys with his untouched martini. "Do you have proof?"

"The room is the proof," you say. "Everything is still in there but me. And the bag."

You indicate you're going to pull something from your pocket and he nods, the gun digging in a little sharper as you pull out the 312 room key and slide it across the table. "Knock yourself out."

"What do you want out of this?"

"Protection," you spit out immediately. You adjust your glasses, looking out at the bar like you’re being watched. It's easy to act when you know you are.

"Don't think there's any protection in the world that could see you out of the mess you both made," Max smiles, his eyes cold.

"Fair," you incline your head, pretending to wipe a tear from under your glasses. "You can let me walk out of this hotel in one piece, though. Word is you're a stand-up guy."

"I keep my word. Let's see if you keep yours."

The other man returns with the case, nodding. The guards get up, Max pocketing the key and smoothing out his jacket.

"Take her out front and get her a ride," he says to the man still holding a gun to you. "You going to play nice for me?"

"Don't see that I have much choice," you snap back.

"Be a good girl and you'll have nothing to worry about," Max says, smiling devilishly. You've seen this look before, you've heard these words before, you know that they're never true. But you pretend like you believe him, you even let him kiss your hand as he leaves you alone with your ward.

The ghost of that kiss makes you clench your hand as you're shepherded past the bar, making eye contact from behind your glasses with Johnny as he pours rum. He winks at you, and while your face is hidden you’re sure he can see the look you shoot back at him.

Your legs start to feel like jelly the moment the lobby doors open and you're exposed to the rush of warm, humid air outside of the hotel. You turn towards the line of taxis and airport shuttle vans but your captor walls you off, steering you towards the parking lot.

"Where are you taking me?" you ask, quietly.

He doesn't answer, grabbing your shoulder to make you march into the rain-soaked night towards rows of cars and an ominous-looking black Lincoln Continental. You don’t fight it–making conversation instead.

"If you kill me people will come for you," you say, voice trembling.

"They'll thank me, bitch," he says, jamming the muzzle into your back.

You pretend to stumble in your heels, falling on to the wet pavement behind the hotel once you're out of the eyeline of anyone out front. The man looks down at you in disgust, gesturing with his gun for you to get up when light suddenly floods the sidewalk.

Headlights blind you both, an engine flaring into life just beyond–

"What the—" the man doesn't get a chance to speak as he's cold-cocked from behind, the gun in his hand skittering across the wet pavement when it's kicked from his limp hand. You look up to see a giant man in a ski mask standing over you both right before the engine roars behind you, distracting you. There’s a screech of tires just as the stranger picks you up and throws you into the open side door of an unmarked van.

You have a glimpse of an interior full of all sorts of electronic equipment and a driver's side profile before a black bag is pulled over your head. Your assailant must be part bear for how little your struggle effects them, and after the hold he has on you doesn't break you go limp.

You're discarded on the floor of the van to roll across it, bumping painfully into what feels like a bench.

"Sorry, sorry," comes a muffled voice behind you as the vehicle peels away, door slamming shut.

"What?" Your heart is racing in your chest, fabric keeping you from being able to draw in a full breath.

"We had to make it look authentic," he says, grabbing you before you can slide across the floor again. You don’t fight as you're lifted off the floor and set down on a cushioned seat, back against the cold metal wall of the van.

Once the movement of the vehicle is normalized you find hands tentatively removing the hood from your head, and a boyish looking face under brown, mussed hair peering down at you. You're both sitting on the bench running parallel to the massive amount of equipment filling the left side, including video monitors and radio dispatch equipment.

"Was the black bag necessary?" you ask.

"Security cameras," he shrugs.

You take advantage of a red light to adjust yourself and he does too, moving away. Despite his height he looks comfortable as he sits in a bolted-down chair at the electronics station, donning a headset and clicking through a series of buttons.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Hotel," the driver says cheerily from up front and you have a moment of panic thinking he means back to The Magic Carpet. You don’t think you can spend another night there.

"Palm Beach," the big man clarifies from where he works.

"That's a long drive," you sigh.

"I'm going to need your earpiece," he says, holding out his hand. He sees your expression and smiles shyly. "You're out of range anyway."

You comply, taking off your wig and wig cap as well, relieved to be able to itch your scalp.

"Oh and we'll need your clothes, too. Your stuff is over there."

You sigh. "Can I keep my underwear?"

He's surprisingly unfazed, cheeks maybe a little more red in the dim light of the non-broadcasting monitors. He turns and speaks into his mic, low enough you can barely hear but you can feel the universe laughing at you when he swivels around, face incandescent.

"No they say we'll need that too. Sorry."

You think you can hear Johnny laughing even miles away.

"Whatever," you say. "You want to watch?"

He turns around again immediately, but you catch the driver's cherub-like eyes in the rearview mirror smiling at you with a cheeky look. You respond with a rude gesture before going deeper into the back of the van, glad to see there's a curtained-off area with a narrow sleeping cot at the back.

Your heart drops a little seeing your familiar suitcase and bag laid there—remnants of a life that feels foreign to you now. You may as well have been dropped off on an alien planet for as far away as yesterday feels.

Once you've changed into your familiar denim shorts and yellow Keep On Truckin' t-shirt you lie down, listening to the soft hum of the radio playing soul and the occasional click of a keyboard or button. The smooth ride of the I-95 takes you into even more unfamiliar territory.

God you wished they'd have let you keep the fur coat. But no, you'd been unloaded at the end of an enormous palm-tree lined lane at the most impossible destination you could ever have imagined yourself, a pebble dumped in a treasure chest.

"Welcome to the Breakers Resort," the woman at the front desk had greeted you, patient as you took in the painted ceiling and chandeliers. "Do you have a reservation?"

"Room 127," you say, looking down at the scrap of paper the comms agent had given you.

"Ah, of course. Welcome Ms. Smith. Kitchen is open for another few hours if you'd like any in-room dining."

You don't even notice she's not asked for ID or money, swept past the grand Venetian ballroom and miles of soft carpet and antique furniture to your room.

Of course it's a suite, you think, once you're inside. The place is tastefully white and pastel, windows revealing the rolling surf of the dying storm just past the well-maintained exterior. Unlike the place you’d just left, the palm leaves and jetsam have already been swept clean, erasing the chaos of the past few days in a way that has you unsettled.

You find pink rose petals strewn at the end of the turned-down king size bed, chocolates on the pillow and an expensive looking bottle of champagne sweating in an ice bucket on the table.

Enjoy your stay, you've earned it. The handwritten note on hotel stationary makes you feel more alienated then ever and you soothe yourself by inspecting the room the way you're used to doing. It's so clean you feel like you could eat off the floor, reminding you it's been a long time since that sandwich.

The prices on the room service menu send your blood pressure skyrocketing but you disregard them and order a full spread, and another bottle of champagne—less expensive—for good measure.

It's hard to stay still and you think about going down to the bar but take one look at your face in the mirror with its remaining streaks of makeup and your ratty wig-tortured hair and opt instead to take a bath in the jacuzzi tub, dumping an entire bottle of soap in for maximum bubbles. You stay in the hot water until you can’t stand it anymore, wrap yourself in one of the thick white robes, and wait.

It's not your fault the bed is so comfortable and warm, the pillows so thick and cold. Four glasses of champagne and the roar of the ocean lulls you into a deep and dreamless sleep. You're out so intensely that you don't even wake up when the door clicks open, or when the shower starts, or when the mattress drops next to you.

No, you wake up much later, suddenly hot from the body encircling you, arm tight around your middle. You open your eyes to see another form in front of you, catching the sharp tang of alcohol as Johnny snores softly a few feet away.

"Jae—" the hand rises to press a finger to your lips and you turn around to see his familiar jaw, dark hair shrouding his face. You lean back to kiss him, surprised to feel how smooth his skin is and how good he tastes when your mouth opens to allow him in with a soft moan.

You kiss until you're both breathless, his hand tracing circles on your neck.

"You did so good," he whispers. "Without a hitch."

"I missed you," you say quietly, and you mean it. "Thought maybe this was a parting gift."

Even in the dark you can tell his expression clouds over, eyes darting over your face.

"What’s wrong?" you ask, fingers tracing his eyebrows.

Don't say it, don't say it, you think. You want the illusion to last just a little longer.

"We can talk about it in the morning," he says. "Get some more rest."

You sigh, reaching back to run your fingers through his hair, finding it still slightly damp.

"I don't want to sleep," you whisper, your tone clearly indicating that you'd rather be doing anything else. You sense him go rigid behind you. Fingers trace your lips before angling your jaw so he can kiss you again, just as softly.

"You sure?"

"Don't wake him," you say, conspiratorially.

"Johnny killed half a bottle of mezcal so they’d kick him out early, he's not getting up anytime soon."

"Pretend like I'm still dreaming."

"Mmm," he assents, bringing you closer to him. You relax into his soft touches, letting him soothe you into a comfortable state only punctuated by shocks of cold when he undoes the belt of your robe, reaching in to massage your skin. You close your eyes and let him explore you in slow, endless circumnavigations of your breasts and belly, never quite hitting the places he knows will make you move.

You only jerk a little when he pulls back your robe collar, replacing the warmth of the fabric with his mouth, the fingers of his right hand venturing between your thighs.

You can't help but whimper the moment he touches you, lightly dipping his fingers between your folds, spreading the wetness that inevitably springs up. You’re still aching from the lack of completion earlier, body melding into every contour of his behind you as an invitation to go further.

He brings his mouth to your shoulder blade, kissing you gently as he rests his forearm on your hip, alternating between teasing your entrance and up to your clit. You bury your face into the pillow to keep from crying out when he curls his fingers inside you, small gestures making you close your legs around his touch.

When you reach behind to grab at his head he brings your hand back to the pillow with slippery fingers, pulling off your robe from your right side, leaving you half exposed.

"Relax for me, baby," he whispers into your ear, bottom lip brushing the lobe. "Close your eyes."

You will yourself limp, slowly coming to the realization that this is something he wants—you pliable and ready for him. He adjusts behind you and you feel that thick, soft tip nudging between your thighs, his hand pulling your leg back and over his to help him get you aligned.

"Stay quiet," he warns before fucking into you. You grip the pillow beneath you as he forces his way in, fighting the tight constriction in your cunt at the suddenness.

Soft sounds escape you when he pulls your hip back, getting so deep you’re melding together, skin-to-skin in the cool air. His other arm snakes under you so he can clamp a hand over your mouth, his thrusts getting less controlled as you continue to pretend to sleep.

"Gonna give you such a good dream." Jaehyun's voice cracks as he rolls you slightly to fuck you into the bed. You want him to touch you so badly you whimper for it under his palm, eyes clenched shut.

He seems to understand because strong fingers reach between you and the mattress, circling your nub until you're clamping down on him. Just when you think you're going to tip over the edge his hand pulls away, making your body snap with unresolved tension.

"Wait for me. Wait until I tell you," he says. You shake your head in protest but he doesn't let up, stroking you in alternations between the contact you need and then up to your belly as soon as you begin to tremor.

You're only consoled by Jaehyun's shaky breaths into your hair, his drilling into your warm hole speeding up each time your body flutters around his cock. Even his hand around your mouth tightens in spasms.

"Now."

You don't understand why the bed is moving as much as it is until you're rolled back against Jaehyun, thigh pulled back again. Your eyes fly open with the first stroke of a warm tongue, surprise disappearing into a massive rolling wave of pleasure as you find Johnny's head between your legs, Jaehyun's cock disappearing into you in wild thrusts.

You're on fire, incapable of thinking trapped between the soft wetness of a mouth and the molten length inside of you. Johnny stops mid-lick and mid-tremor to blow on you, the cold air making you jerk.

"I said now," Jaehyun says, and you realize he's directing the other man, who's stopped mouthing you again, looking up across your bare chest to meet your eyes in the dark.

Then he's sucking on your clit and you can't keep the shriek from bubbling up in your throat, body curling in as the sensation of that wave breaking has your legs shaking and toes curling, shock after shock following as Jaehyun pulls out of you and finishes between your thighs, coating you and Johnny both.

Johnny doesn’t stop, and Jaehyun holds you still as you're licked clean, your eyes half-open drinking in the sight in the dark. By the time he joins you at the head of the bed you're whimpering from overstimulation, captured into a kiss that coats your tongue as soon as Jaehyun releases the hand over your mouth.

"Take care of her," Jaehyun says, leaving the bed.

"Tit-for-tat," Johnny says brushing his hand over your cheek. "You ready to finish what you started?"

Your heart races as he pulls you on top of him, gently tugging the robe off your left shoulder and tossing it away. His hands completely engulf your breasts, spreading them and thumbing at your hardened nipples.

"So soft. You're mine, too," he murmurs.

"You're drunk," you counter, but you don't leave your place straddling him. He’s still dressed but his shirt is open, body feverwarm under you.

You suppose it makes sense that they'd cage you in without a say, after slowly whittling away at your resolve, but it still feels like waking up in the lion's den. So this is what you’d missed out on not following things to their natural conclusion before. You’re almost grateful you’d never made it that first night; you’d have missed the worst but you would have never have found yourself here.

"Maybe," he says. "I can still fuck you though."

"It's so funny how you think you’re in control," you repeat his words back to him, slipping down his torso and leaving a trail of wet until you're straddling his thighs. You pull his shorts open to release his massive erection, trailing your mouth over the leaking slit but offering nothing by way of satisfaction.

By the time you feel Jaehyun behind you again Johnny is groaning loudly at each wet kiss against his length, each weak suck and unfinished squeeze of your fingertips driving him deeper into the bed.

"You like torturing him, baby?" Jaehyun asks, turning on the light. He's naked and glistening with sweat, the sight making your mouth water.

"It's only fair," you say, tongue flicking the precum from the underside of Johnny's cock. "You said he couldn't fuck me until you could watch."

"I made you come just now," Johnny slurs, hand twisting in your hair.

"Debatable," you say. Jaeyhun grabs Johnny's wrist away from you and pulls it over his head and you hear the satisfying click of cuffs snapping into place. Johnny's hips thrust upwards as you give his cock another long swipe, watching Jaehyun ease on to the bed and angle his groin over the other man's face. You can't see but you can hear the muffled groans as Johnny takes him, the arching of Jaehyun's broad white back as he grips the headboard and fucks slowly into his mouth.

You forget torturing Johnny, cheek resting against his hipbone as you reach down to touch yourself instead. When Jaehyun finally pulls away you can see the line of spit from his erect cock to Johnny's plump lips and it makes you gasp a little, peppering his belly with kisses.

"What would you like to do to him?" Jaehyun asks, stroking himself as you tease Johnny’s length with your breasts.

"He can’t come until we tell him to," you say, looking directly into Johnny's lust-hazed eyes. "I want him to beg for it."

"That’s my girl," Jaehyun moves across the bed to join you, leaning down to kiss you before licking the twitching cock between you. You follow his suit, mouths clashing before you both set to work—your hand pumping while Jaehyun's cheeks hollow around the tip. You end up with one hand on his head guiding your lover, watching Johnny writhe and curse as he tries to break free.

"I want you to fuck me with him," you say, kissing Jaehyun once you’ve pulled him away. He looks at you quizzically, your hand wrapping around his cock to pull him closer and work at him against Johnny's muscled thigh.

"I can take it," you say. "If he comes before I do then we can punish him."

"You sure?" he asks, pulling you tight.

"Yeah," you breathe. "I want both of you."

You kill all alternatives by settling yourself over Johnny's hips, parting his open shirt so you can have better access to the wide swath of his chest and belly.

"You want both of us?" he asks drowsily. You kiss him, marveling at how swollen his lips are until you remember biting them earlier. You nip at his neck, hearing the rattle of his belt as Jaehyun undresses his lower half behind you.

"We'll do all the work. Just try not to come," you say. You reach between you to angle his cock up into you, settling down as the stretch burns you awake. You feel unmoored until Jaehyun's hands are on your hips guiding you down to where you can rest against Johnny beneath you and then up again, making up for the lack of strength in your thighs.

"Oh," you say, leaning back into him. "It's so much."

"Slowly," Jaehyun says, cock pressed into your ass as he guides you. His arm snakes around you to help hold you as his hand fits between you, working through your slick until he can guide two fingers into you besides the other man. The first stretch of pain makes you squeak, tensing, and he slows.

"You sure you want it this way? We can—"

You shake your head violently. The feeling of being filled is too good, every inhale making you tighten. "Not tonight."

"That’s my girl," Johnny sighs. Jaehyun eases a third finger in, both of your movements slowing as he fucks into you with his hand against the warm length already inside you. You're on fire, feeling Johnny practically in your ribcage, but without the necessary rhythm to work you to completion it feels like you're sharing the torture.

"Please, fuck us," you whisper, leaning back to rest your head against Jaehyun's chest. You're so full already you can barely feel when his hand is out of you but when his cock replaces his fingers its a torch to tinder. You involuntarily jerk forward, half-off of Johnny as Jaehyun slides against him and presses his cock deep into your cunt.

If you thought you had any agency in this moment it's stolen by hands on your hips pulling you back, Jaehyun’s grip viselike. Johnny is struggling beneath you, trying to fuck you against the encroachment of Jaehyun's cock but the latter’s movements are merciless.

"Oh fuck," Johnny says as you bounce on top of him, unable to do anything besides snap his hips. "So tight."

You reach a hand down to pleasure yourself and marvel instead at the bulging in your abdomen, a total flush settling over your body as Jaehyun forces his way into you with sharp breaths.

"Don't come yet," he says, biting your shoulder, making your walls clench even around all that mass inside you. Johnny bucks, thighs rising under you, clearly feeling each twitch.

"Fuck, I can't hold it," Johnny says, the metal of his cuffs scraping on the headboard. "Slow down."

"Don't come," Jaehyun orders, more to Johnny than you. You aren't even touching yourself, too lost in the indescribable feeling of fullness inside you, the lurid sounds of skin against skin as Jaehyun's balls slap against your ass and the base of Johnny’s cock. You lean back to kiss him, unable to find anything but his jawline before he bends you down to slide in deeper.

Your hands splay across Johnny’s abdomen, feeling every spasm and roll of his muscles as he comes closer to his end. You let your body respond in kind, squeezing in time until the tics escalate beneath your palm and you can both feel and hear his breathing stutter beneath you.

"You're so good for me, Daddy," you whisper, laving the hot skin over Johnny's breastbone. "Come for me."

Johnny practically leaves the bed for how violent his orgasm is. Hot cum floods inside you, spurring Jaehyun to fuck deeper and rougher even as his partner grunts in protest at the overstimulation.

He reaches between you to place your hand where you'd forgotten your own touch.

"Punish him, baby."

You circle your clit, making sure you keep getting tighter around his softening cock with each thrust. The stretch burns but you take it.

"Such a good girl," Jaehyun says, kissing your neck above your spine. Want to feel you come for us."

You feel the snap in the bottom of your feet and into your weakening legs, core throbbing with each pump until you finally crumble. You squeeze the sensitive member inside you until you're breaking apart around them both, face pressed into Johnny’s chest.

Looking up you immediately move up off both of them, not caring if Jaehyun has finished, kissing the sweat away from Johnny’s face. His expression is a grimace but his breathing slows as you soothe him with soft touches.

"We got carried away," you breathe, pushing the hair stuck to his forehead away. "Are you okay? Can I get you some water?"

Johnny cracks a smile, eyes opening partially.

"You think that was too much?" he asks. "And you said you could handle it."

You slap him lightly on the face.

"You’re done?" he asks, eyes flicking down between you. "I didn't beg, did I?"

You look back at Jaehyun, finding him with one hand on his cock, pumping slowly.

"Get back down here," he says.

You don't resist, sliding down and turning to face him as you straddle Johnny's belly. Jaehyun kisses you, bringing your hand to spread over Johnny's softening cock covered in cum and slick. He reaches between you to cup your own mess, fingers slopping into you obscenely as he coats them in what's there.

"He's going to make you come again," he says. "I'll get him hard again for you."

"I'm pretty sure he’s going to pass out," you say, looking over your shoulder. His fucked-out expression in the dark is how you feel, propped against your lover.

"Even better." Jaehyun says. "Watch."

Your breath catches in your chest as you see him take his white-coated fingers and slide them down between Johnny’s parted legs, beneath his heat-sagging balls. You’re the one to gasp as you watch him palpate the puckered muscles and slowly work in, feeling the body beneath you twitch.

"You don't know how amazing this feels," he says, meeting your round eyes. "Soon."

Heat radiates through your core and your entire body as you watch Jaehyun finger-fuck the man under you, as you feel his cock twitch with each stroke against his prostate. You assist by dropping down to take Johnny’s soft member into your mouth, sucking gently on it and pulling it to hardness. Somewhere out of sight Johnny groans inarticulately.

The taste doesn't bother you, not as you feel the blood return to his cock, taking a long time to fill completely. You’re only stopped by Jaehyun angling his own tip into your face, forcing you to alternate between the two until both are sufficiently coated in your spit and your throat burns from the intrusion.

Jaehyun waits until you're choking on Johnny’s cock to make his first thrust, easing into the other man with a raspy sigh. You watch fascinated as Johnny lifts his hips, legs folding on either side of the younger man. Jaehyun's mouth is agape, eyes closed as his strokes become deeper and more forceful.

"You're so good," you croon, lying down beside Johnny and kissing the side of his face. He angles his head to catch your lips, making small noises of satisfaction when your tongue slides over his. You almost forget everything as you kiss him deeply, the moment feeling more intimate than anything you’d shared previously, until rough hands grasp you from behind and pull you down his body.

“One more for us?” Jaehyun says into your ear, dripping sweat down your throat and spine as he crashes you against him, still rocking steadily.

You swallow nervously, thighs radiating a deep ache. “I don’t know if my knees can handle it.”

“Just relax,” he says, twisting your body so you’re facing him and pushing you until your bent backwards.

“Lay back, babydoll,” Johnny says.

You can hardly breathe, your body tensing with anticipation as you lie down against Johnny’s chest. Jaehyun bends over you, you think to grab the headboard until you hear the release of the cuffs. Just as quickly you are wrapped in a tight embrace, legs spread.

“Relax,” Johnny says, nuzzling your throat. “I’ve got you.”

He lifts his hips, diving into your ready heat—his length less overwhelming than before at this angle. Jaehyun settles down over you as well, kissing from your forehead to your mouth as Johnny begins thrusting between you.

You can’t be sure of anything in this position—not who is guiding all three of you, or who is making the sounds in the chorus of cries of ecstasy. You’re sure you won‘t be able to come again but Johnny’s thick fingers slide over your nub, sending aftershocks through your abused cunt.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you chant, head thrown backwards against Johnny’s flexing shoulder. Hovering over you, Jaehyun is just as gone—face buried in your chest.

“I’m close,” Jaehyun says into your skin, eyes clenched tight.

“Hold on, baby,” Johnny says, and you know immediately it’s meant for you by the way his python-like grip locks you into place.

Johnny stops working beneath you and you realize he’s ceded control, the violence of Jaehyun’s last thrusts fucking him deeper into you than before. Johnny keeps you on top of him, hand unrelenting on your apex even as he loses tempo beneath you.

“Come on me,” you whisper to Jaehyun, breaking the spell he is under. He fights for control through a shuddering last push, pulling out to finish over you with just a few pumps into his hand as you curl towards him, foreheads colliding. Milky white ropes coat your torso, and you try to kiss him through the look of pure bliss you know he’s in but are rolled onto the bed, facedown.

“I can’t,” you protest, wrenching around to stop Johnny but you might as well be made of rubber. Something is shoved under your belly and your hips are hoisted up as you sink headfirst into the duvet.

“You can, babydoll. I want to feel it when I ruin you for anyone else.”

Johnny’s weight settles over your hips as he teases your throbbing and puffy core with his cockhead, pulling you up on the pillow he’s placed beneath you. You jerk when he angles into you, dragging against the top of your walls with each plunge. As much as you expect pain or force there’s neither, it feels like you’re melting into the warmth of him as he kisses your shoulders gently.

“You’re so perfect,” Johnny mumbles, pulling sweat-sticky hair from your face as you gasp for air.

“I told you she was.” Jaehyun lies next to you at an angle, kissing you, and you taste the swallow of cold water he’d just taken like it’s the first rain of summer. Soon he’s pulled you half into his arms, touch ghosting all over as Johnny keeps a steady pace.

“How are you still so tight for me?” He groans, legs pressing against the back of your thighs when he hits you deepest. The sensation is overwhelming, like he’s going to crawl inside of you so far you’ll never be released.

“It’s too much,” you say, but even you don’t believe it as you lift your hips to meet him, allowing Jaehyun’s hand to slip between your legs. He rolls your clit in a circular motion, kissing you to match the other man’s thrusts. Your pussy throbs in syncopation with someone’s breathing—surely not yours.

“You’re such a good girl for us.”

You whimper when the waves of pleasure begin to shorten in refraction, the building orgasm like a bone deep ache that they’re working out of you. You go quiet in the last few seconds, high-pitched whine stuck in your lungs, willing overworked muscles to give up the ghost but the climax seems to stretch on forever with no peak to tumble off of.

And then Johnny shifts, practically on top of you, holding himself up but only so much as he drills you into the bed and the slick chest beneath you. Teeth are on your neck and another mouth against your cheek as you cry out, legs quaking involuntarily, nails digging into Jaehyun’s back as you hear Johnny cum with a muffled roar.

Hot cum fills your belly as you finally find release, spasming so intensely you feel liquid gush between your thighs. You don’t have a thought left in you to feel any shame, your body shakes mellowing as you’re held through the comedown.

“That’s my girl,” Jaehyun whispers, smiling against your temple.

“Our girl,” Johnny corrects, kissing where a bruise blooms at the top of your shoulder blade. He rolls off of you but only to cage you on the other side, leg draped possessively over yours.

Jaehyun meets your eyes in the half-light, watching you. You have to close your eyes, unable to face that kind of unnameable emotion you feel hollowing you out.

“Stay with me,” he says, lifting you up finally. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You barely hear him as you sink into bliss, grateful that at the end of it all—whatever this is—you don’t have to be in control.

Hours later you startle awake with a gasp, the room grey with the dawn outside and the heavy breathing of the two men on either side of you only faltering for a moment before returning to the depths of sleep.

It takes you longer than usual to get your bearings, the soreness in your legs making blood rush to your face as you remember everything at once.

I’m so deeply fucked, you think, literally and figuratively. You sit up, finding yourself wrapped up in a deadweight arm—Jaehyun’s—while Johnny’s head rolls back from where it was resting against your shoulder. In the low light they look so much younger, weightless without all the responsibility and mystery you’d come to expect.

You’ve already washed up and changed into your robe but you quietly scrub down again, wiping away the thin sheen of sweat from your forehead and checking the marks on your skin where tongue and teeth had claimed you.

Inside you feel a glow of elation that you’ve finally understood what it is to be wanted, and somehow without conflict even with the uncertain nature of two people’s separate feelings in the matter. In a better world perhaps you’d have time to talk it over, sharing a room service breakfast and a morning finally free of the storm that had brought you together.

But you’ve lived a lot longer than anyone should have in your short existence. It’s made you more capable, and stronger, but also unwilling to accept any fantasy. Everything, you think, has a price, and some things are too good to be true.

You don’t have any illusions about what daylight will actually bring you.

With the ease of an automaton you remove all traces of your existence from the room, changing into the clothes you wore and readying for departure. You find the one possession that isn’t yours with ease, in Jaehyun’s bag, leaving everything else intact.

The watch feels heavy in your hand, the ticking like receding thunder, and you tuck it into your bra as if to quiet it with your own heartbeat. On your way out you find the Bible in the desk and leave the passage open, decaying rose marking Proverbs 27, underlining verse 5.

If either hears you go, they don’t follow.

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beomcoups · 3 years ago

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𝔊𝔬𝔡𝔰 𝔄𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔘𝔰 ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔟

Time is a song of remembrance.

A song is sung to a time when the very breath of the wind carried a spirit. A song sang Back to a time when the harvest’s bounty was a celebration unto a name, where powerful beings unseen by human eyes heard every pain and sound of jubilation.

Long ago, in the faraway land of ancient Greece, there was a golden age of powerful Gods and Goddesses and their extraordinary tales. High atop Mount Olympus, shrouded in clouds lay the palatial grounds of the Olympian Gods and Goddesses. While deep below beyond the river Styx lay the realm of Hades, the home of the Gods of the Underworld, guarded by Cerberus and final resting place of souls.

These tales are now captured in pages, books, and scraps of ancient text. But what if there was a chance? What if the subtle energy floating in the air meant something more?

What if there could be - Gods Among Us?

Here in this collab we will focus on the major and minor deities of Greek Mythology. Will you hear a voice that flings you back to an unknown era? Or will you wish so fervently to be heard that you stir something that’s long been sleep?

Gods Among Us Event Schedule:

Applications open: 06.08.2021

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Synopsis drop: 08.15.2021

Posting begins: Anytime after sign up

Posting ends: 09.30.2021

Masterlist drops: 10.01.2021

Requirements:

Anyone can join! All ages are welcomed, as long as you're a writer or content creator. (AO3 content creators are also welcome to join!)

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All content should include one KPOP girl/boy group member in some way and some form of Greek God/Deity.

2k is the minimum word count, with no limit on how much you write or how many fics.

Oneshots, two shots, and series are permitted as long as everything is completed by the event deadline.

Pairings accepted: mxr, mxoc, mxm, or platonic

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These are the following groups you can write for in the collab (there will be three slots for each member per group, excluding any members the admins choose to write for):

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dancingwiththeshadows-inthenight · 3 years ago

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I’m a writer with 15+ years of experience including two years as a Creative Writing major in college! My first loves were fan fiction and music, so this venture only makes sense for me.

I will write SFW and NSFW content! Romance? Horror? Smut? Friends to lovers? Step brother angst? Werewolves? Love triangles? You name it!

For NSFW, I WILL write hard kinks, taboo themes, etc., or be as vanilla as you’d like. However, I will NOT write: vore, scat play/farting, feet, weight gain/inflation, extreme gore/violence as kinks.

I can write any POV.

I prefer to write OCs or Reader Inserts but am open to anything.

My pricing is $0.02 per word (eg. 500 words = $10) up to 5000 words ($100.) I accept CashApp and PayPal as means of payment. I do require half payment up front before I start working, and then the second half upon completion!

Writing samples can be found mainly at NCityReplay or my DeviantArt. You may request samples for specific styles or groups/idols!

I stan over 200 artists so feel free to contact me about just about anyone and I will probably know them/be willing to write about them. However, here’s a brief list of some I’m well versed in writing for:

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bangtanbetchfics · 5 years ago

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Aperitivo (m) | jinkook capsule

genre: smuttiest of smut, fluff, angst rating: explicit pairing: kim seokjin x female reader x jeon jungkook word count: 5.0k suggested listening: taste - red velvet | miniskirt - aoa | ice queen - baekhyun | melting point - gwsn | playlist warnings: explicit language, explicit/casual sex, masturbation, vouyerism, alcohol use summary: on the heels of a breakup, you fall hopelessly in lust with two pastry chefs on your vacation in venice. notes: this is smut with a plot, but i'm warning you now to get your life together before reading. put your seatbelts on, read safely and enjoy! *** collaboration info: come join us as we explore europe with BTS through fanfiction. our members chose an european location and a bts member/combo to adventure with, inspired by the group’s most recent extended time off. our fics range from fluff to smut, exploring our fantasies and ideations of what it would be like to travel with the boys. we invite you to go on this journey with us! fellow collaborators: smuttymess | som-siren | chaosbulldog navigation: part ii | kim taehyung on vacation - (eros) | masterlist

A · PER · I · TI · VO | A pre-meal drink specifically meant to whet your appetite.

The pulses of your breath escape your mouth as you run down the platform to catch your train. You’ve only got three minutes to reach your car before the doors shut, and of course you’re in second class — the very last car.

The extreme burn in your chest overtakes you as you reach the doors of your car and slide them open. The train wiggles a bit before you find your seat. You attempt to sit and almost fall down, but you catch yourself.

The city you were once in starts to whisk away through the window, and you put your hand in your chin to look out at the view for a moment.

Your hands make their way into your purse, and you sift through it, pulling out your phone. A few buzzes radiate from it, and a rapid succession of text notifications pop up.

[14:18] [DELETE HIS NUMBER NOW]: bb pls, gimme one more chance

[14:19] [DELETE HIS NUMBER NOW]: pls pls pls i won’t do it again

[14:19] [DELETE HIS NUMBER NOW]: come ON

The desperation dripping through the texts causes you roll your eyes. A low growl develops in your throat before you click the contact.

Your thumb hovers over the word [BLOCK] for a moment.

Suddenly, you give in and press it.

You were done with this. You weren’t quite sure when you became a magnet for men who liked to cheat, but you were done with second, third and fourth chances. When you found out your boyfriend was cheating on you while you were on vacation, you decided to call it quits.

Fuck him.

He was never that good in bed anyway, and this vacation was a welcome reprieve from your recent breakup.

As far as you were concerned, all men were now cancelled until further notice.

A sigh escapes your lips as you toss your phone back in your bag. As you lean your head against the window, your eyes flutter to a close and you drift off to sleep.

***

The train glides over a sea of blue as you open your eyes, and it immediately feels like you’re floating across the sea.

A smile curls up on your lips as you prepare to deboard. A wave of calm washes over you as you exit and the salty scent of the sea hits your nose.

Your eyes meet the expanse of the sun setting over the Venetian harbour, and you release a warm sigh.

***

As you get off one of the — as you now knew — vaporetto, you pull your array of luggage behind you. You never did know how to pack light. You grumble as you continue to drag your luggage over the small cobblestones covering the streets of — you look down at your map — Giudecca.

You heard staying on the Venetian mainland in the middle of the summer was probably not the best idea, so you found a place to stay a bit off the beaten path.

Beads of sweat start to form on your head, and you let out a few breaths as you stop in front your destination.

[PANETERRIA DE JIN]

The sweet aroma of pastries detracts your attention for a moment before you look down at your phone and conclude that this is indeed the location.

A little jingle rings from the bell above your head as you enter the bakery, and it catches the attention of a tall man behind the register.

“One moment, I’ll be right with you!”

The man shouts out as he looks over in your direction. He hands a small older woman cash, nodding and smiling to hurry her.

“Yes Ms. Kim. Of course, Ms. Kim.”

As you look around, you find that the bakery is cozy and filled with subtle nods to both Korean and Italian culture. Pastel pink accents fill the place and give it a genial charm.

You get closer to a display case by the register to look at some of the treats: Sweet Red Bean Cream Cannolis, Fish-Shaped Pastries, Fresh Honey Doughnuts — the works. Every single pastry was beautiful, and you were in awe at how uniform every single one was.

The man then washes and dries his hands before jogging past you. He quickly flips the sign at the front door of the shop to “closed” and jogs back over to you. He then grabs the handle of your suitcase before extending a hand out to you.

“Hello, so sorry.” His voice comes out in a gentle, sing-song manner and it makes the corners of your lips lift.

Your eyes grow wide as you drink him in: Deep brown almond eyes, poreless skin, shiny plump lips and his satiny-pink hair was swooped into a middle part over one of his eyes. You wonder to yourself how a man this attractive found himself working in a bakery.

You shake your head to snap yourself out of your daze.

Remember. Men are cancelled.

“I’m Jin. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Y/N. Y- You own this place?” The lump in your throat becomes apparent as you shake his hand in return. Jin lifts one of his dark brows at you before his lips curl into a smile.

“Wow, were you just checking me out?” Jin’s eyes turn into little crescents as he laughs and he places a finger gun under his chin. He laughs even harder as your cheeks flush in embarrassment at him calling you out. He pats your shoulder to relieve you.

“Aigoo. I’m kidding...I’m kidding . And yes, I own this bakery. Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

“Oh, you don’t have to-” Jin begins to lift one of your suitcases up a hidden set of stairs in the back of the bakery.

Chivalry wasn’t dead? Okay. Noted.

***

The room is small, clean and simple —- just as described. A small picture window looks out onto the Ventian harbour, adding charm to the room.

“Modest, but it works for you, right?” Jin looks to you and you give him a nod.

“My assistant and I have rooms next door, and the shared bathroom is in the hall as well.” You nod again in affirmation, before your stomach makes the loudest and most ungodly sound from hunger.

“Also, guests can get as many pastries as they want from downstairs for free.” Jin winks at you, and you let out a soft chuckle.

As Jin leaves the room, you throw yourself back onto the plush sheets and sigh.

You look over to the night table and you pluck a pink rose from its vase. You press it to your nose before you reach into your pocket and pull out a worn photo of you kissing a man.

Your eyes study it for a moment, but you quickly tear it and toss the remnants over you.

***

The summer sun settles on your features, and the warm rays tickle you awake. A small yawn slips from your mouth, and you sit up to stretch your arms.

The toasty essence of bread travels up your nose as you look around the room.

“Oh.” A small plate of various breakfast pastries is on the night table next to your bed. You immediately grab the pastries, scarfing them down before taking sips of the hot tea next to it.

“Gonna need more of those.”

***

As you approach the bakery, you pause for a moment as you see a new man at the counter.

You double back and peek around the corner, peering at him. Your eyes flick to the strong veins in his hands as he continues to write. A tattoo sleeve runs down the same arm from his short-sleeved chef's jacket.

“Can I help you?” The man asks without looking up from the paper he’s writing on.

The fact that he notices your presence makes you jump, and you slowly walk into the bakery — guilty as charged.

“W-Who are you? Do you work here?”

“Who are you ?” He inquires, standing up to lean against the counter.

Your defenses fall at how his dark doe eyes take you in. His earrings — silver swords —- catch the morning light and accentuate the sparkle in his eyes.

A few other piercings line his ears, and his dark hair hangs in his eyes. His muscles all still somehow protrude through the fabric of his chef’s uniform.

“I’m Jungkook. You can call me JK, though. I’m Jin’s assistant chef.”

Jungkook grins at you, and he watches closely as you lose yourself in his eyes.

"What is it? Cat got your tongue?" He tucks a few long strands of his hair behind his ear before he extends his hand out to you.

“Uhm, I’m Y/N. I’m staying above the bakery for a few nights.” You shake his hand in return, and you're sure he can detect the nerves radiating from your fingers.

“Oh, is that so?”

Your pulse increases in pace as he studies your features. He looks down to pull one of the pastries you point your finger at, and he packages it nicely before your eyes.

“That’ll be ten-fifty euros, Y/N.”

"For two doughnuts ?" Your mouth drops open in shock, and Jungkook’s smile extends wide over his face.

“But Jin sai-” Jin appears, and laughs before he moves behind the counter.

“Ah, I see you’ve met Jungkook,” Jin gives him a look, and he stands down. “He’s kidding.”

Jungkook suppresses his smile a bit as he looks at you, before folding his arms. Jin hands you the bag, and you take it.

“We’re about to open, but I’ll take you around the city this evening —- and then a baking class with us tomorrow, as promised in the listing.”

You look outside, and a line of frantic women are waiting eagerly outside the door. You nod at Jin, and you exit, noticing as Jungkook’s eyes follow you.

A heat burns your cheeks as you clutch the bag of treats to your chest.

Fuck.

Men are cancelled. Men are cancelled. Men are cancelled. Men are cancelled.

You repeat the mantra over and over in your head as you ascend the stairs back to your room, but that doesn’t alleviate the twinge you feel in between your legs.

***

“Ah-ah-” You quietly mewl as a wave of pleasure hits you, and you pull your right hand from your underwear. You run your fingers through your hair and run your tongue over your lips as your heart rate slows.

No, no. You definitely didn’t just fantasize about those two incredibly attractive pastry chefs fucking you. You most definitely didn’t. What the fuck was wrong with you?

Your eyes float to the picture window above your head, and you spring up as you take in the sunset.

You pull a towel and a washcloth from the drawer beside you, and head toward the bathroom in the hall.

The door is shut, and you quietly rap at it.

“Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom if you don’t mind.”

The soft trickles of the shower end, and after a moment —- the door whips open.

The crisp scent of soap hits your nostrils before you notice Jungkook is towering over you, half-naked. A small towel over his lower body is the only thing covering him. It takes you a moment to draw your eyes away from his body, but you quickly bring yourself back to Earth.

“All yours, but my eyes are up here.” A few stray beads of water drip from the hair that clings to his face down the golden, muscular dips in his body. Your body is still frozen as you look at him.

“And hot tip: maybe you should be a little quieter next time?” Jungkook whispers in your ear, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. It takes you a second to realize what he means, and you watch him as he enters his room — the one directly next to yours. He shoots you a wink before shutting the door.

As you scurry into the bathroom, you force the breath from your throat and cup your forehead in embarrassment.

Did he know?

Jungkook absolutely knew what you just did in your room.

Shit.

***

“Are you ready?” Jin stands outside of the bakery, and lights up as soon as he sees you.

The moonlight glimmers on the sea as the two of you approach the vaporetto, heading to San Marco.

“I’m taking you to St. Mark’s Square, and to one of the best Italian places in the city.”

You nod, following him into the boat.

***

“What brings you to Italy?” The two of you deboard the vaporetto and head toward the square. “I just needed a break from my real life to be honest.”

“Oh?” Jin raises a brow as the two of you dodge the pigeons littering your path.

“Bad breakup,” You pause. “He was a cheater anyway.”

“Gave the rest of us men a bad name, huh?” Jin tries to lighten the mood and you nod.

A man is nearby and selling single roses, and Jin swoops one into your hands — handing the man a euro coin.

“Well, hopefully I can get your mind off things.” Jin smiles at you, and it makes you smile in relief.

***

“We’ll take the gondola back over to Giudecca.” You shrink in embarrassment.

“Isn’t that just for couples?” Jin shakes his head.

“No, it’s a handy form of transportation, too.” He lets out a squeaky laugh and you giggle with him as he pulls you into the boat. "You're in Italy. You just have to do it."

As you’re halfway towards the bakery, the gondolier starts to break out into a serenade.

Jin senses your embarrassment, and he suddenly breaks out into song with the man.

"Jin stop!" You clutch your gut in laughter and after awhile Jin sits back down.

You wipe the happy tears from your eyes and Jin smiles at you.

Both of your smiles suddenly drop as you look at each other just a moment too long.

You weren’t sure what got into you: Jungkook’s subtle flirtations in the back of your mind, Jin’s smile and his lips, remnants of your breakup, the moonlight — it was all too much for you to hold in right at that moment. You put your fingers on Jin’s collar and press your lips to his. Jin takes the kiss in, and cups your chin in his hands.

The gondolier smiles to himself as he watches the two of you.

***

Jin leads you into his room, and presses you into the wall. The door shuts lightly and is left slightly ajar, but the two of you are too caught up in each other to notice.

Jin kisses you, pressing himself between your legs. You take in his scent — the essence of what smells like a sweet vanilla. His caresses on your hair are soft, and his skin glides over yours like silk. He reaches below to slide his fingers into your underwear and you let out a moan.

“Thin walls.” Jin whispers into your ear as he covers your mouth. You heave as his fingers torturously work inside you, and you clutch his wrist to try to slow his pace. You try to keep quiet as he asks, but it’s no use.

Jungkook jogs up the stairs and hears soft moans filling the hall, and he realizes Jin’s door is slightly open.

Jungkook peeks at the scene between the two of you for a few moments before he feels the tug of fabric tightening around his bulge. The stifled and needy moans that fall from your lips only serve to turn him on further.

Jungkook returns to his room and starts to massage his throbbing cock — but he imagines himself pleasuring you instead as he hears your moans through the wall.

***

You jolt from your sleep in the dead of the night as you feel your bed shake. It takes you a bit to orient yourself, but you hear the moans of two females through the walls.

It sounded like Jungkook was fucking two females in the room next to you.

He was. So hard that your bed was shaking.

Of course he was.

You roll your eyes and press a pillow over your head before you force yourself back to sleep.

***

The bustle of people outside in the morning wakes you, and you spring from your bed to head to the bathroom.

As you look around, you spot a lacy pair of underwear on the rack. You take a second before you snatch them and crumple them in your hand.

You head to Jungkook’s door, banging at it with your fist.

“Is there a problem?” Jungkook looks down at you as he opens the door and hangs in its frame.

“I’m going to give you zero stars on this listing is the fucking problem.” You fling the underwear in his face. “All I heard last night was you fucking. I barely got any sleep.”

“Oh, so you were listening, huh?” Mischief dances in Jungkook's eyes and he grins. You glare up at Jungkook, your expression still brimming with displeasure.

“You’re being so uptight. You know it’s 2019 and people fuck, right?” You scoff at him.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch.” He bites his lip before he runs his fingers through his hair.

Uptight.

The word swirls around your head and it makes the blood boil in your veins. Everyone in your life seemed to throw that phrase at you, and this moment was the crescendo to your breaking point.

You were tired of hearing it.

Uptight.

In a split second, you grab Jungkook’s shirt to pull him down to your level.

“I’m not uptight.” An animalistic anger overtakes you as you crash your lips into his and then pull at them with your teeth.

Jungkook moans into the kiss and you feel a deep hunger from him each time your lips meet.

The moans that escape your mouth start to sync with his as he guides you in the room and closer to his bed. Your hand slides underneath his shirt, and your fingers skate over the hard dips that line his abdomen and chest.

“I think you wanted me to find them. Is that right?” Jungkook hums as he sits on the bed, pulling you down to his lap.

“And why would I want to do that?” The kisses between you grow in heat as your mouths open wider and your tongues intertwine.

“You imagined one of those girls was me, didn’t you?” You grit out in a whisper. Jungkook presses his fingers firm into the meaty flesh of your thighs as he pulls you tighter to his frame.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You snap your lips from his and look from the new glint on his mouth up to his eyes. He runs his hands up your shirt, eagerly anticipating your next move.

"I want you inside of me." You feel him twitch below you before your teeth grab his ear. You steady your breaths and your eyes close as he enters you.

"Is that big enough for you?" You let out an involuntary moan as you feel him fill you, but you refocus your thoughts.

“I hate you.” You nibble at his lips, and your fingertips squeeze the back of his neck for support.

You grind your hips into him —- slow at first —- but quickly picking up pace. You let out a whimper at how hard his cock is inside you as you start to lift your hips, slamming up and down on him.

"I'm gonna cum if you go that fast," There’s a strain to his moans as you move on top of him and it satisfies you. He throws his head back, trying to pace his breaths, but it fails.

"Ah, sh-" He whimpers as your slick walls squeeze him relentlessly. You moan in pleasure as you feel his warm load fill you. You steal one more kiss from his lips before you look at him.

“How’s that for uptight?” You pant, as you look at him below you — his face fucked out and glistening with sweat.

“Fuck you.” Jungkook breathes out as he watches you catch your breath.

"You loved it." He says as he smacks your ass.

You give him the middle finger, and he chuckles.

***

As you enter the bakery, Jungkook looks up from what he’s writing to look at you.

You look refreshed from your shower, but Jungkook smirks at you — pleased that just moments ago he filled you to the brim with his cum.

"Please don't look so satisfied." You glare at him and he hands you an apron. You try to snatch it, but he pulls it behind his back.

Jungkook closes in on you and lets out a chuckle as he watches your cheeks grow red. He places a hard kiss on your lips before the two of you hear footfalls approach.

"Behave." You point your finger at him before you immediately separate. He gives you another smirk as he hands you the apron.

“So sorry I'm late. I had to run some errands this morning. Are you ready, Y/N?” Jin slips behind the counter and looks at the two of you.

You don’t make eye contact with either of them as you put on your apron.

“Today we’ll be making a simple puff pastry.”

Jin starts to demonstrate the process and you watch him. You can't help but get swept up in how sexy he is while he's working, and Jungkook takes notice.

Jungkook clears his throat and it catches the attention of both you and Jin.

"That's only one way of getting it done. You could also drop it into the mixer for a faster process."

"You're right. But we like to show off to our guests a little bit, right?" Jin winks at you and you can't help but giggle at his natural charm.

Jungkook rolls his eyes in jealousy and Jin smiles to himself.

Jungkook and Jin continue to knead at their own pile of dough as they each sneak glances over at you. You continue at your pile of dough to distract yourself from the encounters you had with the two of them.

"Oh, mine is getting super sticky." You wail, and Jungkook jogs over to assist you.

Jungkook stands behind you and tosses flour over the dough.

"It’s okay, it's just too wet ." Jungkook says into your ear, and then puts his hands on top of yours to help you knead the dough. It sends a shiver down your spine, and you try to suppress the urge to bite your bottom lip.

Jungkook shoots Jin a satisfied look as he walks by, and Jin glowers at him.

You realize at that moment that they both reached the same conclusion at the same time: they both fucked you.

The air between the three of you thickens as you all knead in silence — all of you attempting to sneak glances at each other.

After a few moments, Jin clears his throat.

“We should all have aperitivo here tonight.”

You and Jungkook nod, sensing Jin is up to something.

***

The three of you sit on the floor with your legs underneath a small coffee table that’s adorned with small candles. A decadent spread of meats, cheeses and wines is before you.

There’s still a certain silence between all of you, Jin and Jungkook on either side of you.

“The class was nice,” You start, trying to clear the air.

Jin reaches his hand out for the last cheese cube and Jungkook steals it. Jin hums and then glowers at him, before feeding you a slice of meat.

“So, thank you,” You can still sense a certain electricity between the two.

As you take a sip of prosecco, your eyes lock with Jin’s — his sensual expression drawing you in as he looks at you.

“Something you must know about me is that I don’t like sharing,” Jin begins and you place your glass down to focus your attention on him. “But...I wouldn’t mind doing so tonight.”

Jin‘s voice hits your ears like honey. You feel your pulse pump in your throat before Jin starts to close in on your lips. He stops just before his lips meet yours to look at you, and you nod.

Jungkook observes the two of you and gets the hint before turning your chin to face him.

You're taken by surprise as he looks down at your lips, and then up to your eyes a few times before he envelops your lips in his.

The two continue the fight for your lips: Jungkook’s kisses were unrestrained and bold. Jin’s kisses were more drawn out — torturous and focused. You pant as the different sensations and sudden switches between the two men start to overwhelm your senses.

The two of them smooth their hands over your bare inner thighs under your skirt as they move to kiss your neck and shoulders. They peel off the straps of your bra as they watch you, and you gasp in desperation as they reveal your fully erect nipples.

Jungkook and Jin move to lick your breasts, but they only lick just outside of your nipples. You whine as you comb your fingers through their hair, desperate for relief. Jungkook and Jin always just miss contact with your dampening folds below — and you can’t help but think they’re trying to punish you.

Your try to squeeze your legs together to alleviate the ache, but the two part your legs, holding you firmly open.

"Please." You whine out before Jungkook slips his palm over your underwear and then moves to press his fingers to rub circles into your throbbing clit. You sigh in relief as you turn your head to look at him.

Jin slinks away —- standing up to slowly unbutton his shirt as he watches the two of you.

Jungkook takes you over and unleashes the full fury of his lips and tongue on your mouth. His hands frantically roam the curves of your body as you let out achy moans. Your fingers pull at his hair as he squeezes one of your legs between his thighs — and you feel him start to grind his rock solid cock on your leg.

Jungkook nibbles on your neck, his hot breaths moving to the depths of your ear. He starts to unbutton his shirt as he continues to kiss you.

All you can do is let out a cry of pleasure as Jin moves back in, capturing your breast in his mouth. You whine as you feel Jin pull your underwear to the side —- beginning to slide his slender fingers into your wet crevice.

“Does that feel good?” Jungkook asks, placing small kisses on your lips as you try to nod through the pleasure.

Goosebumps veil your skin as Jungkook trails kisses down your body — his long hair tickling your skin until he reaches between your legs.

You’re now fully able to concentrate on Jin’s plush lips, taking them into your own. You reach down and massage his bulge before he pulls his lips from yours after a moment to watch Jungkook.

Jungkook hooks his fingers into your underwear and starts to roll them down, inch-by-inch, as he places light kisses on your sensitive inner thighs.

You bring a finger to your mouth to bite your nails as Jungkook’s eyes fuck into yours — relishing in how he’s torturing you.

Jungkook finally slips your underwear off in one quick motion before he dives into you. You let out a guttural groan, but Jin captures it with his lips.

“How does my little kitten taste?” Jin asks you through kisses. Your brows furrow together after he suddenly releases your lips, and you watch him slink down between your legs.

Jin watches Jungkook lap at you for a minute.

“Is she sweet?” Jungkook nods, and then pulls back. Jin licks a few stripes up you before the two take turns licking you, and you hook your arms over the back of the couch as you watch them.

Jin pulls you over to his bed, resting your head in his now-naked lap. You grab his cock and start to suck at it as Jungkook enters you. You moan onto Jin, and he starts to caress your head as you work.

Jungkook lets out strained groans as he takes in the scene between you and Jin as he pumps into you.

The pleasure Jungkook provides you causes you take Jin deeper into your mouth, despite his large size. Jungkook’s pace gets sloppier and more frantic as he watches you, and you stop sucking Jin to look at Jungkook pounding into you.

"You're so fucking tight. Shit." The eye contact between you two causes Jungkook to lose it, and he pulls out — exploding his load onto your abdomen.

Jungkook pants as Jin flips you onto your stomach —- lifting your hips into the air.

Jin enters you from behind and you groan at his thickness as you take him in. Jungkook slides down next to you, watching as Jin snaps his hips into yours. You moan at each thrust, and Jungkook takes your lips into his.

“You like that?” Jungkook asks between kisses, and you give him a frantic nod.

“Fuck her. Harder.” Jungkook’s kisses grow firmer — and Seokjin’s thrusts deeper and more ruthless, and it sends you over the edge. You freeze from the intensity of the pleasure, and the pressure of your walls causes Jin to release inside of you.

All three of you pant as you collapse next to each other.

You press your head into the bed as you catch your breath. It exposes your neck, and the two press kisses into the vulnerable skin.

“I don’t think I can ever leave this bed now.” You say as your fingers push through their hair, and you feel their lips curl up on your skin.

“Whatever do you mean?” Jin props his head up in his hand. “We haven’t even eaten dinner yet.”

Jungkook looks to Jin and the both of them smile down at you.

You bite your lip and cover your eyes before you let out a buoyant laugh.

Fuck.

Maybe men weren’t quite so cancelled after all.

notes: y'all alive after that? ;) fellow collaborators: smuttymess | som-siren | chaosbulldog navigation: kim taehyung on vacation - (eros) | masterlist

#genre: smut #btsbookclub #bts smut #ksmutclub #jungkook x reader #seokjin x reader #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #fanfic smut #jungkook smut #seokjin smut #jinkook #kim seokjin #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook smut #kim seokjin smut #btssmutclub

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baby-im-fool · 6 years ago

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To Do List

Here i’ll put all the requests i have, updating it from time to time for you to see when i’ll be doing your request and if i received it!!

You can request me something that is on that list already, that way i’ll send to you when it’s done *I’ll send if you do what i told here on my rules*

Billlie:

Cuddling with Billlie;

Moon Sua as a girlfriend;

Having Their First Girlfriend.

Cherry Bullet:

GWSN:

Lena as a girlfriend;

Minju as a girlfriend (Requested 2 times);

S/O taking care of a stubborn Miya;

They’re not their S/O bias in the group.

Itzy:

S/O asks for a kiss;

Confessing their feeling to their bestfriend/crush;

Sharing a bed with their crush;

Their crush dating someone else.

Loona:

Actress/actor s/o having to kiss their co star;

Olivia Hye as a girlfriend;

Gowon as a BFF;

Olivia Hye X Fem!reader fluff;

Jinsoul as a girlfriend;

Ill S/O going to the hospital and the media spread rumors;

Loona as vampire girlfriends.

WJSN:

Yeonjung as a girlfriend (during pd 101);

Eunseo as a girlfriend;

Sharing a bed with their crush;

Eunseo proposing to her S/O on stage.

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girls-scenarios · 8 years ago

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Requests

Types of Requests:

Scenarios (Member x Reader)

Reactions

Fake texts/snaps

MTL

Fanfiction (Member x Member)

Headcanons

Rules:

Please be specific with your requests. Make sure we know exactly what you want (scenario, reaction, etc.). With scenarios, please include the member, group, genre, and an AU or prompt to follow.

Please be respectful of our limits as writers. Anything we are uncomfortable with writing we reserve the right to turn away. Most likely to be turned away are requests involving graphic or violent content. Requests like this we do finish will be put under a “read more” cutoff with a warning at the top.

WE NO LONGER WRITE SMUT. Any smut requests of any type will be turned away.

Any requests we get more than one of we will only write one response to. For example, if two or three people request a “Twice reaction to getting puppies”, we will still only write one reaction for the prompt.

Feel free to look through our Masterlist or Tags to look for ideas.

Disclaimer: None of the gifs used are ours unless stated. Gifs not credited were found on some other site and could not be linked back to Tumblr accounts.

Groups available for requests:

Aespa

Apink

April

AOA

ANS

ARIAZ

Berry Good

Billie

BlackPink

BlingBling

Brave Girls

Brown Eyed Girls

BVNDIT

Cherry Bullet

Cherry On Top

Cignature

CLC

Dalshabet

DIA

Dreamcatcher

DreamNote

EVERGLOW

EXID

Favorite

F(X)

Fiestar

fromis_9

Gfriend

(G)I-dle

Girl’s Day

Girls Generation/SNSD

Girls Girls

GIRLKIND

Good Day

Greyish

Gugudan

GWSN

Hinapia

Hot Issue

H.U.B

I.O.I

ITZY

IVE

IZ*ONE

KARD (Somin and Jiwoo ONLY)

Kep1er

KHAN

Laboum

Ladies Code

Loona

Lovelyz

MAJORS

Mamamoo

Matilda

Momoland

NATURE

NeonPunch

NMIXX

Oh My Girl

PinkFantasy

PIXY

Pristin

Purple Kiss

REDSQUARE

Red Velvet

Rocket Punch

Secret Number

S.I.S

Sistar

Sonamoo

STAYC

Stellar

TRI.BE

Twice

UNI.T

VIVIZ

Weeekly

Weki Meki

Wonder Girls

Woo!Ah!

WJSN

ZGIRLS

2NE1

15&

4Minute

3YE

Genres:

Fluff

Angst

AU’s

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strawberrymiya · 2 years ago

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GWSN reaction to the 8th member having stage fright

Requested, thank you so much! There was no preference for romantic or platonic, so I kept it platonic, I hope that's okay 💖

MIYA

The two of you had been casually talking in the waiting room; you found taking your mind off of going on stage helped make your nerves bearable. However, you saw concern rise on Miya’s face as you kept fumbling your words and physically shaking. Interrupting you to ask if you were alright, you told her about your nerves, trying to play them off, but Miya wasn’t one to let this go. She instantly put her arm around you in a tight side hug, squeezing you and assuring there was nothing for you to worry about; your fans already liked you, after all. From that day on, Miya always gave you a gesture of reassurance before you went on stage, and you were thankful to have an older sister figure in her.

SEOKYOUNG

You were sat alone in your thoughts - mulling over everything that could possibly go wrong in this performance - when you felt a hand fall on your shoulder. Startled, you looked up to see Seokyoung taking a seat next to you; she’d noticed you looking tense while she was getting her mic fitted and wanted to know if you were okay. Contemplating for a moment, you felt as if you trusted her enough to tell her how scared you were of being on stage, feeling tears sting your eyes as you failed to keep your composure. Seokyoung took your hand in a death grip, letting you lay your head on her shoulder as she calmed you and promising she was right there with you. She didn’t let go of your hand until you were on stage.

SEORYOUNG

This was routine to you now. Before your first ever busking performance pre-debut, you had confided in your leader about your stage fright, approaching her away from the other members as you felt embarrassed. Seoryoung immediately understood you, taking your hands in her own and encouraging you to take deep breaths, asking you to keep your mind on performing what you had practised and not the eyes staring at you. Your leader now made sure to do this with you before every performance, finding you backstage and simply asking you to take deep breaths, making sure that you knew she had every confidence in you.

ANNE

As you went through your usual pre-show bout of nerves, sat in the corner of the waiting room desperately analysing the choreography and planned camera angles from your earlier rehearsal footage, you couldn’t help but notice Anne observing you out the corner of your eye. You glanced up and met her gaze, but quickly looked back down as you saw the concern she wore on her face. You knew she must have gathered you were nervous. As you walked to the stage with your members, Anne placed a hand comfortingly on your arm, telling you she loved you and you were going to give a great performance. There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you, and you felt safe knowing she had your back.

MINJU

Minju was scarily intuitive; once she noticed you breathing heavily staring at the stage monitor, she was immediately at your side asking what was wrong. You shakily told her how much anxiety you were getting watching the audience filter in, the crowd looking larger than what you thought you could handle. Her hands gripped your shoulders, and she looked you straight in the eyes. She didn’t hesitate for a moment before telling you how amazing a performer she thought you were, and how much she loved your part of the song, and that the audience would too. She then began playing around, messing with Miya and making you laugh, easily taking your mind off the growing audience you would have to face.

SOSO

It just so happened that at your biggest performance venue yet, you were in makeup with Soso. Both of you were eerily quiet, the only voices coming from the makeup artists asking you to look up or down, until the girl in the chair next to you broke the silence by asking, “are you nervous?” You made eye contact with her, swallowing a lump in your throat before nodding. Soso looked back at the mirror, sighing and admitting she felt the same. After a moment, she stretched her hand out to you, gripping it tightly as you both promised to do this performance together, knowing you would both be fine as long as you had each other.

LENA

The panic suddenly crept up on you; you needed to get away from your members and staff. You ran into the bathroom, forgetting that Lena had previously gone in there herself. Cluttering into her, you apologised and tried to hide the fact you were hyperventilating, but Lena had noticed. She stilled you, worry in her voice as she asked what got you so panicked. The words spilled out of you in a rush, and you unloaded all your anxieties about being on stage to the maknae. She looked surprised, but instinctively made eye contact with you, getting you to breathe deeply with her. Once you had calmed, she assured you everything would be okay, hugging you tightly and reaffirming her faith in your performance ability.

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#gwsn #girls in the park #gwsn reactions #girls in the park reactions #gwsn scenarios #girls in the park scenarios #gwsn imagines #girls in the park imagines #gwsn x reader #girls in the park x reader

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strawberrymiya · 2 years ago

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I sing all day long (GWSN Miya x Reader)

8th member of GWSN AU, you encourage Miya to work on talents she wouldn't usually express so easily. A lot of Kang duo appearances (title comes from lyrics to GWSN's 'I Sing (lalala)'.

Pairing: GWSN Miya x Female Reader Word count: 3595

A/N: It's been a few months! Been busy and had inspiration for other fics, but I'm happy to come back to this series. I do plan on ending it soon, actually, so this is the last sort of "chill" one before bigger stuff goes down. Also today marks one year since I posted my first fic!! I started this blog a few days after, but I initially posted the first of this series on Ao3 on the 31st July, so thank you for one year!! Your support means the world to me, I hope you enjoy this as a little thank you! Also I did not specify any songs in here so you can imagine whichever songs you like!

Read on Ao3

With the final beat of the song, your morning practice was over. You and Minju had decided on doing a dance cover together of a recent song, so had been learning the choreography since the early hours. Most of it was down; there was still a few grey areas that needed refining, but first you had to eat something.

“Are you coming to get lunch, Minju?” You asked your dance partner.

Minju’s eyes were fixated on her phone as she picked up her bag, “I can’t, Seoryoung unnie wanted to try the new lunch menu at the restaurant down the road, so I’m meeting her there,” she then turned her head towards you, “you want to join?”

Raising a smile, you declined, “Miya unnie made us a packed lunch this morning.”

You watched Minju’s face turn into a smirk, “oh, well you enjoy then.”

“Thanks, you too.” You replied.

The two of you parted ways once you stepped through the door; Minju walking towards the lift while you travelled the short distance to your girlfriend’s practice room. Miya had put your lunch in the fridge when you arrived that morning, but it would be rude to open your half without her.

Placing one hand on the door handle, you were about to raise your arm to give a gentle knock on the door, when you heard something out of the ordinary. Out of the ordinary for Miya, anyway. You heard singing. Specifically, Miya singing. This almost never happened.

Rather than interrupting her, you decided to hold on and let her finish the song she was practising. You felt a little guilty secretly listening to her, but the occasion was so rare.

For such a confident and charismatic performer, Miya was extremely shy about her singing. She had sung during your trainee days for evaluations and basic singing lessons, and of course sang her parts in GWSN’s songs, but in general she liked to stick to dance and rap. When pushed to sing, she would either not take it seriously, or point blank refuse. There was nothing for her to be shy about; you were a group of singers after all, but it wasn’t what she was most comfortable with, so none of you ever pushed her beyond her limits.

You always felt she should be more confident with her voice. Sure, she wasn’t as amazingly talented as Seoryoung or Lena, but then again who is? She had a very sweet and soothing voice; an extreme contrast from her usual girl crush style. It made you smile to hear her sing with such confidence at this moment.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely registered the sound of movement coming from inside the room, and that she had finished the song. Before you could move away, she opened the door and immediately met your gaze. Upon spotting you, her eyes widened and her cheeks immediately flushed. There was no hiding that you had heard her.

“I wasn’t listening!” You blurted out in an attempt to calm her down; you felt she could get upset by the invasion of privacy.

“How long have you been there?” Miya inquired, her voice quiet and timid.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “I haven’t been here long, I promise. I finished practice with Minju and came to see if you wanted to get lunch.” A look of guilt formed on your face as you explained, Miya looking increasingly more embarrassed. She smiled slightly, amused by how awkward she felt, as she banged her forehead on, and stared at, the doorframe in regret. You simply put an hand on her shoulder, “it’s okay, unnie, you sounded good!”

“You don’t need to make me feel better.” Miya replied, still staring into the doorframe.

“I’m not trying to, I like your voice,” you clarified, gently holding onto her hand, “come on, let’s go get lunch.” Giving you a nod, the two of you made your way to the cafeteria.

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“So, how come you were singing?” You asked. The two of you had been pretty quiet since coming to the cafeteria, only speaking a few words to each other when dividing up the packed lunch Miya had made for you. Maybe if you got her to talk about it, she’d feel less awkward.

Miya gave you a shrug, scrunching her face slightly as she poked at her cold pieces of chicken, “just felt like trying it, I don’t know.”

You took a bite of the lunch Miya had made for you, “I thought you didn’t really like singing all that much.”

“I guess I do enjoy it,” Miya replied, “I’m just not very good at it, that’s why I don’t like doing it around the rest of you.”

Your head turned towards her, giving her a pout, “you are good, you just need more confidence in yourself.”

“Hi!” A voice broke into your conversation. Both of you looked up to see Lena sitting down across from you, putting her lunch on the table.

“Hey, where’ve you been this morning?” You asked the maknae.

Lena opened her lunch box and picked up her chopsticks as she spoke, “I had a singing lesson. Seonsaengnim is joining me for lunch, if that’s okay.”

You gave a slight smirk to Miya, “oh that’s no problem.” Miya responded with a look of slight panic in her eyes, concerned about what you were implying.

“What were you two doing this morning, then?” Lena asked.

“Well, Minju and I were working on a cover together.” You answered with a smile, before giving a gesturing look to Miya.

Lena also looked over at Miya, “what about you, unnie?”

Miya stabbed at another piece of chicken, visibly nervous, “I… I was practising a song.” She stuttered out.

“You were both in the practice room?” Lena glanced between the two of you, not understanding how you could have been practising two different songs in the same practice room.

“She wasn’t dancing.” You stated, holding back a proud smile. You wouldn’t tell Lena what Miya was doing if it would make Miya more uncomfortable; you wanted her to tell Lena herself.

“No, I wasn’t,” Miya took a deep breath, lifting her head to look at Lena, “I was singing in my room, actually.”

The maknae’s face looked surprised by the information, “really?”

“Is it that shocking?” Miya whined, leaning back in embarrassment.

“Yes, you literally never sing, unnie.” Lena laughed, taking a bite of her lunch.

“She sounded great,” you interjected, earning another sigh of embarrassment from Miya, “but she doesn’t think she’s good enough to sing properly.”

“Why don’t you take a couple of singing lessons?” Lena suggested, “seonsaengnim wouldn’t mind seeing somebody other than me and Seoryoung unnie.”

Miya scrunched her eyes together, visibly distressed, “I can’t do that, it’s been so long since I had a singing lesson I don’t think I even spoke korean then.”

“There’s no harm in it,” you assured her, “you’ll be fine, it will help boost your confidence, maybe you could do a cover to post online.”

Another figure proceeded to join you at your table: your singing teacher. She was a kind and welcoming woman, who would always take extra time and care to make sure all of you were comfortable and confident with what you were doing during lessons. There was no doubt in your mind Miya would feel fine taking extra lessons with her.

“Hi, seonsaengnim!” Lena greeted.

The teacher smiled at the three of you, taking her lunch out, “how are you two doing this morning?”

“Good, thank you.” You responded, you and Miya giving her a nod. Miya then looked down at her lunch, poking at it again, trying not to make eye contact with the teacher sat across from her.

“Uh, so, seonsaengnim, Miya unnie wanted to ask you something.” Lena teased, grinning straight at Miya. Miya sharply made eye contact with the maknae, startled by her encouragement.

The teacher gave Miya a warm smile, “everything alright, Miya-ssi?”

“Oh, um, yeah, so, um…” Miya began to stutter again, fumbling over various words trying to build the confidence to ask, “I was wondering if I would be able to get a couple of singing lessons?”

“You want lessons?” the teacher asked in surprise, slightly choking on a piece of her lunch.

“Is that not okay?” Miya looked worried.

“No, it’s fine,” the teacher confirmed, her face relaxing, “I’m just not used to you asking to see me.”

You politely interrupted, “Miya unnie was thinking of doing a cover, but she wants a little more confidence before she tries it.”

“Ahh, I see,” the teacher nodded, understanding, “well, just put your name down in one of the timeslots next to my door, I’d be happy to see you.” Miya gave an uncertain smile, before the four of you finished your lunches.

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A couple of days later, the time for Miya’s first singing lesson since she was a trainee had come. You and Lena walked her there; Miya keeping a death grip on your hand out of nerves.

“You’ll be fine, unnie.” Lena assured, as the three of you approached the studio.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to come in with you?” You asked, giving Miya a comforting look, “I can tell Minju we can practise later.”

Miya fiercely shook her head, “no, don’t worry, I’d rather not have anyone in there, I’m nervous enough to sing in front of seonsaengnim, nevermind you two.”

“That’s okay, we’ll support you in spirit!” Lena exclaimed, a bold look of enthusiasm on her face.

You saw a small panic wash over Miya’s face as she asked, “you won’t be able to hear me from downstairs, right?”

“Not if we’re practising to music, don’t worry.” You confirmed, smiling.

“I can just watch (Y/N) unnie and Minju unnie practice too,” Lena added, turning to you, “is that alright?” You nodded.

“Okay, good luck Miya unnie!” You said, as the three of you stopped outside the door, “don’t be nervous, you’ve done this before, seonsaengnim isn’t going to judge you or laugh at you or whatever you’re worried about, you’ll be fine.” As you spoke, you placed your hands on Miya’s shoulders, making direct eye contact with her. You were really hoping to drill a little confidence into her before her lesson started.

Miya gave you a nod, smiling nervously, “thank you.” You gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, before stepping back next to Lena.

“Enjoy your first day of school, Miya unnie!” Lena chimed, an enormous smile on her face.

“Lena ya!” Miya shouted, laughing at the maknae’s remark as she stomped slightly in frustration.

Lena gave a real statement of encouragement once she had stopped laughing, “unnie fighting!” She gestured her fist as she spoke, causing Miya to do the same back.

After exchanging one last “love you”, you walked off with Lena to the lift as Miya entered the teacher’s studio. Watching her walk through the door as the lift closed, you silently wished her luck again, hoping she would be okay.

The two of you met Minju in the practice room. You and Minju continued your dance practice, making sure the music was loud enough so you wouldn’t hear anything from upstairs. You were quickly beginning to pick up the choreography more, so took a few moments to relax with Lena, discussing how you thought you would dress and style your hair for the cover to fit the original.

A couple of hours passed, and you were soon greeted by Miya joining you in the practice room, “hey!” she announced.

You looked over at her with a smile, “hi Miya unnie!” You practically skipped over to her, eager to hear about her lesson, “so how did it go?”

“It was a little terrifying,” Miya stated, her face ever so slightly red, “but seonsaengnim made me feel a lot more comfortable about it, so I think it went well.”

“That’s good, I’m glad!” Lena spoke, still sat on the couch scrolling through outfits on Minju’s phone.

“So, when do we get to hear you sing?” Minju inquired with a smirk. You had explained to her what Miya was doing before today’s practice had started, of course making sure Miya was alright with her knowing first. She remained respectful of Miya’s boundaries and not wanting to be heard during her lesson, but was a little eager to hear what she had been working on.

Miya looked at the floor shyly, pressing her lips together, “not yet, I don’t think. I might have another couple of lessons before I’m ready to show anyone.” Minju nodded in understanding.

“Hey, I’m proud of you.” You spoke to Miya, planting your hands on her sides.

“You are?” Miya looked back at you, gently pulling on your hands and interlocking her fingers with yours.

“Yes, it makes me so happy to see you a lot more confident,” You comforted, tilting your head slightly, “so, do you want to see what Minju and I have been working on?” Miya grinned, giving you an enthusiastic nod. Releasing Miya, you turned to face Minju, who was getting up off the couch to go to the speaker and put the music on. Miya took Minju’s spot next to Lena, and you and Minju took your start positions.

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Sat alone in the practice room, you monitored yours and Minju’s dance cover on the camera, still wearing your cover outfit. You and Minju had filmed the cover in the early afternoon, so it would be ready to post tomorrow. Now it was evening time, and most of your members and staff had already gone home to eat dinner, but you were still waiting for Miya to come out of her afternoon singing lesson. You monitored the footage wearing earphones, so you wouldn’t hear Miya’s lesson.

Suddenly you felt a hand touching your arm; you looked up from the video to see Miya smiling at you. “You busy?” she asked.

Taking your earphones out and setting the camera down on the table, you shook your head, “not at all, how was today’s lesson?”

Miya stepped round and sat next to you on the couch, “really good, actually. I’m definitely getting more confident about the idea of groos hearing me sing.”

“That’s good!” You beamed, twisting your body round to face her and positioning your elbow on the back of the couch, “I’m glad they’re giving you confidence, I always had faith in you.”

“Thanks.” Miya shifted towards you as well, fiddling with her hands as she sheepishly made eye contact with you. Her gaze softened after a moment of silence, as her hand reached up to play with a strand of your hair, “you look really pretty.”

A shy grin appeared on your face, “thanks. The hair was Minju’s idea, Soso did our makeup at lunch.”

“It looks great, did filming go well?” Miya questioned.

“It went fine, took a few takes but we’re happy with it.” You replied, nodding with satisfaction.

Miya gave you a pleased smile, “that’s great, I’ll watch it when you post it.”

You sat up slightly, “anyway, speaking of covers, have you decided what song you’re going to sing yet?”

Miya glanced down at her lap, thinking, “I had a couple of ideas, but I think I know which one I’m leaning towards.”

“What song is that?” You asked.

“Oh, you wouldn’t know it,” Miya stated, “it’s a japanese song, I used to listen to it a lot a few years ago.” She again avoided your eyes.

“Well, if you won’t tell me,” you leaded, leaning forward slightly and resting your head on your palm, “would you show me?”

Miya shot you a look of surprise, “you want to hear it?”

You gave her a warm smile, “yeah, as long as that’s okay. You know I won’t judge you.”

A nervous laugh emitted from your girlfriend, before she took a deep breath, “okay, I can show you.”

“Great!!” You clapped happily, before standing up and grabbing Miya’s hand, “come on, get your mic, do it through the speakers.”

Miya stood up slowly, tensing up a little, “the speakers? Are you sure?”

“Unnie, there’s no one here now, you don’t have to worry about being heard, it’s just me here.” You assured her, taking hold of her other hand and squeezing them comfortingly.

“I guess so.” Miya reluctantly agreed.

You promptly let go, reaching down and picking up the camera, “I’ll film it as well.”

“You’ll what?” Miya stuttered, looking visibly more nervous the more you went on.

“It would be a good idea to hear yourself back, right? Has seonsaengnim done that with you?” You convinced.

Miya fiddled with her hands again, “no, she hasn’t. Would it really be a good idea?”

Clicking through the camera settings, you answered, “yes, it would, if you’re going to post a cover, you’ll have to film yourself sooner or later, why not now?”

“I’m still not sure, I’d be so embarrassed watching myself.” Miya admitted.

“Okay, how about I turn the lights off?” you suggested, “that way you can’t really make out your features, but you can see your performing style, would that make you feel better?” You gave Miya another warm smile, trying to calm her nerves. Her expression melted, and her shoulders relax, visibly admitting defeat.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll go get set up.” Miya wandered over to the music deck, picking up her green microphone from the shelf and pulling her track up on the system. You continued to adjust the camera, pulling the table out closer to the centre of the room, and positioning it on top to film Miya.

“I best leave the logo lights on, so we don’t bump into anything.” You spoke, switching the main lights of the room off. The spotlights on your company logo provided enough light so you could see where you were going, but when stood in front of them, most features would be difficult to make out.

“That’s fine.” Miya agreed, a hint of worry in her voice. She was clearly still nervous. You strode over to her, placing a hand gently on her shoulder.

“Miya unnie, I promise you’ll be alright,” you assured. Her gaze turned from the floor to you; even in the dim light, you could see she was nervous. You moved your hand from her shoulder to the side of her face, lightly grazing her cheek with your thumb, “don’t even think about it, just focus on something that makes you happy. If you get embarrassed watching it back you get embarrassed watching it back, but then you will know how to improve so you don’t get embarrassed watching yourself. I believe in you, okay?”

Miya only nodded slowly in reply, her fingers loosely holding on to your wrist. You gave her a short kiss, then walked back over to behind the table. Miya pressed a button on the sound system and wandered to the centre of the practice room in front of the camera, having put the song track on a loop so she could start from the beginning. She looked across at you, her fingers clutching onto the bright green mic. You sent her a smile as you pressed record on the camera. Miya smiled back at you, before her face faded back to sincerity as the song started.

The song she was singing was a chill, R&B song, and from the lyrics you understood, had a deep and emotional meaning. Miya may have been a huge kpop fan, but she had taste in very relaxing and slightly darker music from her home country. As she sang the lyrics, you could make out she was feeling and conveying the emotions of each word through the dim light. She truly had nothing to be nervous about; you could notice an improvement between the singing you’d heard in her practice room to what you were hearing now, so the lessons had done exactly what they were supposed to. You couldn’t help but raise a smile watching her sing; seeing her sincere and almost vulnerable made your heart flutter. She may have been a charismatic girl crush during most of her performances, but this was the real Miya.

She sang the final lyric, and the instrumental came to an end. Her performer state immediately broke as she scurried over to the music deck, putting her mic back and switching the music off before it looped again. You stopped the camera recording, and turned the main lights of the room back on. As you looked over at Miya, you noticed her cheeks were once again flushed.

The two of you met in the centre of the room as Miya sheepishly asked, “did you like that?”

You beamed at her, unable to contain your excitement, “yes, it was amazing! You did so well, unnie, I’m proud of you.”

Miya let out a cute laugh, shy at your compliments, “thank you.”

“Do you feel better now that you’ve sang in front of me?” You inquired.

“I do,” Miya replied truthfully, smoothly holding the middle of your back and decreasing the space between you, “I did what you said, and it worked. Thank you.”

Tracing your fingers up Miya’s upper arms, you smiled at her lovingly, “I’m glad.” Gradually, you both leaned in, your lips softly meeting. Sinking into it more, you extended your arms around her neck as you pulled each other closer; you felt any tension Miya had left easing away.

You swiftly pulled back, raising your eyebrows at her, “shall we go watch the video?” Miya rolled her eyes, groaning.

Letting go of her, you began to drag her by the wrist over to the couch, “come on, you have to watch it!”

The two of you broke into a small fit of laughter as you strode over to the couch, half dragging Miya behind you. You weren’t worried about pushing her too far by making her watch it; if she could see in herself what you saw in her, she would have nothing to worry about.

Plonking yourselves down on the couch, you picked up the camera and pressed play on the video. Miya’s features were very difficult to make out in the dark, but you saw her wincing slightly at the footage out the corner of your eye. You positioned your free hand on top of hers, patting it comfortingly. As the video went on and the song got going more, you felt Miya’s body relax a little next to you. Maybe watching the video is giving her more confidence about her vocals, you thought.

“What do you think, then?” You turned your head to Miya once the video has finished.

Miya took a moment, pondering what she had watched, “it’s better than I thought.”

“There you go!” you exclaimed, lightly nudging Miya on the arm with a grin, “I told you it was a good idea, you’ve come so far.”

“Thanks,” Miya said with an air of uncertainty, “I’m still a little worried about filming a cover, though.”

“How so?” You asked.

Miya’s gaze turned down to her hands, as she picked at her nails, “I usually feel a little awkward watching myself perform like that, I just feel like I come across a little forced. There I wasn’t even thinking about it, so I liked how that came out, but filming something like that the way Seoryoung usually does makes me cringe at myself a little.”

Pressing your lips together, you thought hard for a few moments. You wanted to provide Miya with a better solution than simple encouragement. She was a great performer, but she had her strengths, and she knew that. If she had doubts about showing her genuine self in her performance, her nerves would get in the way of it more. You had an idea.

“Why don’t you post this video?” You suggested, gesturing the camera in Miya’s direction.

“That video?” Miya reiterated, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I mean you said yourself you liked it, nothing went wrong. I can tell your sincerity in this video, and if that’s what you want to show to groos, then this is perfect, and if you’re still worried about your performance style, it’s all dark so nobody will be able to pick at things.” You explained your idea to her with a smile of enthusiasm.

Miya paused again, considering her decision before she answered, “yeah, I think I’d be okay with that. I mean, people don’t know it was you I was thinking about, right?”

Your eyes widened at her words, “excuse me?”

A guilty laugh came out of Miya, as she leaned forward slightly, “oh, yeah… when you said think of something that makes you happy… I thought of you.” She pushed her shoulders together, avoiding eye contact with a bashful smile.

“Oh, you’re so sweet!” You pulled Miya into a side hug, wrapping your arms round her shoulders and resting her head into your neck. She squeezed you back, holding on to your waist, as you left a kiss on the top of her head, causing her to let out a shy giggle.

“So you really think I should post that?” she asked again, and you gave her a nod, “okay, I’ll wait a couple of days though, you still need to post your cover.”

You grinned, remembering what you and Minju had prepared and why you were dressed the way you were, “ahh, yeah. Looks like we’ve both been busy.”

“Mhmm,” Miya nodded, before looking up at you, “maybe next time we could do something together?”

“Singing or dancing?”

“Anything,” Miya stated, snuggling into you further, “I just want to cover something with you.”

Tightening your grip on her, you accepted her offer, “yeah, that’d be nice.”

The two of you stayed close like that a little while longer, until you thought it best to get some dinner. Your mind wandered to possibilities of songs for you and Miya to cover together; with her new found confidence for singing, you had plenty of options. Of course you had many chances to cover things with her, but you still wanted whatever you chose to be perfect. The fact she now had a lot more self esteem warmed your heart, and it made you happy that she wanted to share that experience with you. Giving her hand a gentle squeeze, you happily walked off into the night together.

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An unknown darkness (GWSN Miya x Reader) (Part 1)

Historical AU fic set in England in the 1970s (specifically 1976), reader is a middle class executive and ends up hiding from the police with punk Miya. Angst, historical accuracy and plenty of retro English language. Some remarks about sexism and the position of women are included, but I chose to ignore attitudes about same sex relationships simply for ease of writing (title comes from lyrics to GWSN's 'Black Hole').

Pairing: GWSN Miya x Female Reader Word count: 3321

A/N: Shock horror I can write angst too?? So it's not exactly what I've been doing so far but the idea called for it so I gave it a go, let me know what you think! Some research went into this for accuracy, but I'm extremely interested in this time period anyway so a lot is just from memory ^^ A big thank you to my #1 supporter @goldenfxre for your help in many ways, this is for you!

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Alone at night in a town you’d never been in before was never a good place to be. The hotel you were staying at was only supposed to be a couple of streets away, how had you gotten lost?

You were staying in a whole different part of the country; your company had some important meetings taking place, and had sent you as one of the higher ups to attend them. It was the first day of three, and after the day’s meeting some employees had invited you for casual drinks at the local wine bar. One of the employees told you your hotel was only a couple of streets away from the bar, so you thought it would be easy to find your way back. Now, at about midnight, you were wandering around lost, and the streets were empty.

You weren’t entirely sure what to do; you knew the street name the hotel was on, but none of the signs had what you were looking for. You had seen a police car parked, but didn’t want to resort asking them for help as they were on duty. There was a telephone box you had circled round a couple of times, but you were the only one staying at that hotel so had nobody to ask for directions.

After passing the telephone box for the third time, you decided to try a different turning; a little back street that you weren’t sure looked totally safe, but it was the only option you had left. There wasn’t much down there; a newsagents, a bookies and a grubby looking club. The sign in front was peeling off and barely readable, the walls were covered in graffiti and possibly the odd blood stain, and there was empty broken glass bottles dotted around the car park. It looked like a very different place to the wine bar you had just been drinking in.

During your few moments of staring at the club, the doors opened and the people started to spill out. They all had orange or black coloured hair, dressed in leather or denim jackets covered in spikes and tears. The sound of an army of combat boots soon flooded the empty street, and you soon realised it was a punk club you had found yourself stood outside of. Punks were a very new type of person, and you didn’t have many round where you were from, so you had only heard about them. Seeing them in the flesh; these cold blooded rebellious anarchists, could they really be such dangerous people? Surely one of them would give you directions.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash of glass. You quickly turned your head, seeing a gaping hole in the window of the newsagents, glass scattering the pavement below. Someone had thrown a brick through it.

The punks began to move much more quickly as you heard a police siren, the white car with the bright red stripe you had seen earlier arriving instantly. Was it one of the punks that had thrown it? You’d watched every person that had come out of that club, none of them had even approached the newsagents. With them all beginning to evacuate the area, you had to find someone quick if you wanted directions.

It was then that you saw a woman stood still; she was loading instruments into the back of a Reliant Robin, looking round clearly concerned. She must have been with one of the band members playing in the club. She had a jet black short mullet, and was wearing jeans covered in rips, zips and chains. She wore a denim vest jacket (the sleeves having clearly been ripped off) covered in studs over a black t-shirt, and the same black combat boots as everyone else you had seen walk out of the club. The other female punks you had seen looked different to her; they wore black fishnets and short skirts, this woman blended in with the male punks more.

You decided to go for it, quickly making your way across the road and over to her. She had closed the door of the van before it drove off; you had the perfect chance to talk to her before she walked away. She turned and had began to walk as you approached, and she stopped in front of you in surprise.

“Hello, I’m so sorry, could you-”

“What are you doing?” The stranger interrupted you, agitated. She stayed still in front of you, but was looking round as if she was in a hurry.

You stuttered, “I was just wondering if you knew-” She cut you off again, this time by grabbing you by the arm and forcefully pulling you across the road, her large strides taking the two of you down a dingy alley next to the bookies. As she took you, you feared every scare and rumour about these people were true. Was she going to hurt you?

She stopped walking right at the end of the alley, almost shoving you into the wall as she released you. Before you had a chance to escape, she commanded,

“Don’t move. We’ll have to hide down here, they can’t see us.”

Although her tone was intimidating, she wasn’t threatening you. You were hiding.

“Why do we have to hide down here?” You asked, not fully understanding the situation you found yourself in.

The stranger leaned back against the dingy brick wall, just avoiding the dripping pipe stream that ran from the gutter of the roof to the drain below. She took a cigarette and a lighter out of her inside pocket, casually placing the tab between her teeth as she spoke, “some tosser chucked a brick straight through a window just before we all came out, pigs shown up, they’re gonna take one look at me and put me in the nick, aren’t they?”

This puzzled you, you feared your innocence poking through as you responded, “not necessarily.”

A small laugh of amusement came out of the stranger as she lit her cigarette and stuffed her lighter back in her inside pocket, “yeah, you’re definitely not from round these parts. Round here pigs don’t let people like me just walk past on a quiet night, no, we’ll wait here till they move on.” She spoke with such an air of casualness; hiding from the police was a highly unlikely experience in your world, but to her it seemed banal. It was in this thought that you suddenly realised something,

“why do I have to hide? I don’t look suspicious.” You put in effort to sound headstrong, but were slightly frightened to argue with her. She looked you dead in the eye, letting out a puff of smoke directly towards you. You did your best not to cough on reflex.

“Listen, pigs know we’ve just come out, they’re gonna ask any bugger who’s knocking about questions whether they have serial killer written on their forehead or not,” her tone darkened as she stared down at you, “if you walk out there and they ask if you’ve seen anyone, you know I’m down here, and I am not being grassed out by some posh tart in a business suit.”

Her bluntness was really starting to annoy you, but you bit your tongue, “but you’re innocent. Even if I did tell them you were down here they would have nothing on you.”

The stranger smirked again, her eyes shifting towards the end of the alley, checking for anyone who may spot the two of you, “that’s not how it works, sweetheart.”

You studied her expressions, wondering what she could see, and most of all, if it was clear for the two of you to go. Her face turned to one of frustration, and you knew you weren’t leaving any time soon.

“They’re inspecting the fucking window now,” the stranger spoke with gritted teeth, flicking some ash off the end of her cigarette onto the ground before turning back to you, “looks like we might be here a while.”

Great.

“Well, as long as we’re stuck here we might as well introduce ourselves,” you got the courage to speak again, giving her a small smile to try and ease the tension, “I’m (Y/N)”. You decided against a handshake; she’d probably just stub her cigarette out on your palm.

The stranger gave you another cold look, exhaling another puff of smoke before rolling her eyes and asking, “are we really doing this?”

You leaned back, almost wanting to give up with her, “it’s better than us standing here in silence.”

She paused, and you watched her eyes gaze at the floor; she was possibly considering whether to go along with your polite conversation. She gave in,

“I’m Haruka.”

You gave her another smile, “it’s nice to meet you, Haruka.” She stared you down again, and you dropped the smile. You quickly thought of some sort of conversation to make with her, “so, do you know the band that was playing in that club?”

Haruka sighed, exhaling more smoke, “it is my band that was playing in that club.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” you remarked, trying not to sound too shocked, “what do you play?”

“Bass.” she answered bluntly, again looking towards the end of the alley where the police were still inspecting the broken window, “my mother says only boys are supposed to play in bands but it’s 1976, you know what I mean?”

You nodded; times were surely changing. You were one of the higher ups in a company full of men, it took a lot of hard work and dealing with sexism, but you managed it legitimately. Why couldn’t a woman play bass in a band?

Haruka looked at you again, her hard exterior slowly beginning to soften as she asked, “so, what do you do? You’re not an MP are you?”

You smiled, shaking your head to reassure her, “I’m in stocks and shares. I’m actually only here on business.”

“So why was it that you stopped me before, and got us stuck down here?”

You ignored the fact she had just blamed you; you wanted to remain polite, “I got lost looking for my hotel, I was trying to ask if you knew where it was.” You admitted, trying to keep your pride in front of this woman who kept staring you down.

“The only hotel round here is the one round the corner from the high street, you can’t miss it if you go up past the Chinese takeaway.” She informed you casually, but you had no idea what she was talking about.

“I… haven’t a clue where that is.” You answered shamefully. It was nothing to be embarrassed about, you’d never been to this town before of course you didn’t know your way round, but Haruka had an air about her that made you feel embarrassed to be clueless. You wish you hadn’t tried asking her for help, then you wouldn’t be stuck down here.

For the first time, Haruka showed a genuine smile, “that’s alright, I’ll show you later.”

You looked at her slightly surprised, and she turned her eyes down to the ash falling off her cigarette, still smiling. Maybe the rumours were wrong about these people.

“So is the band how you earn money, or do you have another job?” You dared to ask.

Haruka smiled to herself, amused, “no, I’m on the dole. You’ve probably never heard of that where you’re from.”

You gave her a look of confusion, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Posh suit, nice accent, by looks of you you’ve probably never lived in a council flat in your life.”

She was beginning to annoy you again now; why did she keep making so many presumptions about you from your job and appearance?

“Don’t act like you know who I am because of the way I look.” You snapped back.

Haruka simply chuckled, “I’m not acting, I know your type. You all drink in wine bars and live on posh roads without a single window boarded up. You’re probably only an exec because your father has contacts, either that or you slept with the boss.”

What you were hearing was unbelievable. You could actually feel your blood boil as you took in the accusations she had just given you.

You couldn’t hold back this time, “you don’t know my life. I’ve worked hard to get where I am, I wasn’t given anything to get me in this position. Yes I drink in wine bars and have a nice job and can afford my own property, but I’m not some privileged tory if that’s what you’re trying to make me out to be.” The words spat out of you with the surge in confidence you had to defend yourself against her. Haruka looked taken aback, not expecting such an outburst from you. It looked like nobody had ever challenged her back before.

“So you’re not a tory then,” she finally replied, her gaze remaining on the ground, “good.”

“No, not that it’s any of your business, but I voted for Wilson in the last election.” You told her truthfully, softening your tone ever so slightly, wanting to ease the tension again.

She raised a smirk, “well it was either him or that Ted Heath, good job he’s out. Who is it they’ve got now? Ah yes, Thatcher the milk snatcher.” She began to sound more amused, turning her head upwards as she took a long puff of her cigarette, and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at her remarks. Haruka continued, “god forbid she becomes prime minister one day.”

With the tension eased, you were intrigued to understand more about this stranger. You asked, “do you enjoy being in a band?”

“It’s a good way to pass the time,” She answered. Her casual, uncaring front had returned; nobody was in a band just to ‘pass the time’.

“Do you play at that club often?” You inquired casually, just out of curiosity.

“Regularly. Usually a pig free area round here,” Haruka remarked, gesturing towards the end of the alley at how the circumstances had changed tonight.

You suddenly remembered how she had blamed you earlier for your predicament, and you were compelled to give her an apology, “I’m sorry about getting us stuck down here.”

“You’re cute,” Haruka gave you a warm smile, taking the tab out from between her teeth end exhaling more smoke as she assured you, “Not your fault, blame the git who thought it would be funny to chuck a brick through a shop window. It’s just the way it is.”

There was a lull of silence between the two of you. Usually if a conversation died down, you would give a simple “nice to talk to you, I should be leaving now”, but you still couldn’t leave. You had to think of something else to ask her.

“Do you do this often?”

Haruka looked at you, puzzled, “what do you mean?”

“Hide from the police. Do you do it often? You seem so used to it.” You explained, suddenly wary if you had overstepped the mark. You were just interested to know why she was so frightened of authority.

She gave you a small chuckle as she answered, “more times than I can remember. You see, pigs don’t like people like me. They read too many newspapers, think we’re all rough and scum who’ll pick a fight with any of the boys in blue within a mile. Thing is it’s them who approach us most of the time.” Haruka seemed so unbothered; what she seemed to experience on a daily basis was completely incomprehensible to you. The police where you were from protected, they didn’t start fights or harass innocent citizens for the way they dressed. Or maybe you had just never seen it.

“I’m sorry,” You managed to get out, “that sounds awful.”

“I don’t need your pity.”

“No, I know you don’t, but I can say what I want, it’s a free country isn’t it?” You responded. She may have been a tough, cold anarchist, but you were still allowed to give her sympathy.

“At least that’s what they tell you,” Haruka smirked as she flicked more ash off her cigarette, watching it fall to the ground before looking back up at you, “say what you like, sweetheart.”

“I just don’t think it’s right how they target you, or people like you. You’re a nice person, I like you. I trust you.” You stated to her honestly. She could be annoying, but you’d managed to wear enough of her away in this short time that you could tell she was a genuine person. You actually did quite like her.

Haruka looked a little lost for a second; perhaps she wasn’t used to receiving such simple compliments. You swore you could see her face turn ever so slightly red in the dim street light. As you looked at her, she suddenly avoided your gaze, turning her head to the other end of the alley as she put her cigarette back between her lips.

She quickly took it back out again, stating, “hang on, jam sandwich is leaving. We’re in the clear.”

You tried to make sense of what she had just said in your head before asking, “have the police left?”

“Yep, off they go,” She dropped her cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with her boot, keeping watch on the police car as it drove away. She then began to trudge out of the alley, saying, “come on, let’s get you to your hotel.”

You stayed still, all the events of tonight suddenly washing over you. She took a few steps before turning back to you with a smile, raising her eyebrow and asking, “do you need to hold my hand?”

Her light remark brought you back into the present, and you gave her a small laugh before catching up with her, the two of you safely walking out of the alley and down towards your hotel. She was right; you did pass the Chinese takeaway. The journey was short, so you only had light conversation on the way there. Soon you were stood outside the entrance.

“Thank you so much for this, Haruka.” You gave her your gratitude as you retrieved the hotel key from your pocket.

She gave you a cheeky smile, “no problem. Don’t want you getting lost again, do we? You might bump into the likes of me.” You both chuckled.

“I wouldn’t mind bumping into the likes of you again, Haruka.” You responded. Haruka tried to give you another smile, but had become quite shy over your compliment again. You gave her a moment to find her edgy, mysterious persona again, but you knew she was flattered.

Haruka then leaned closely towards you, pushing her hands into her trouser pockets as she decreased the space between you. You could feel her nicotine tainted breath she got so close, and you felt your own face heating up at her proximity.

“Maybe I’ll bump into you again sometime, then.” She spoke under her breath, a slight smirk on her face. Then, she swiftly backed away, turned on her heels and strided off into the night.

You watched her walk away, taking a few seconds to collect your bearings and remember where you were. This woman was so fascinating to you; how you had gone from thinking she was harmless, to being almost unable to stand her, and now she was so charming towards you? You barely even knew her, yet you felt she was something really special. She somehow had took you out of your own little world and brought you into hers, just by chance of you getting lost and asking her for directions.

As you unlocked the hotel door and entered the building, you wondered to yourself,

Is she playing at that club tomorrow night?

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An unknown darkness (GWSN Miya x Reader) (Part 2)

Historical AU fic set in England in the 1970s, middle class reader meets up with punk Miya again, once again getting in a chaotic situation. Bit of angst, lots of retro English language again. Still some sexism and comments about class, but attitudes towards same sex relationships once again ignored (title comes from lyrics to GWSN’s ‘Black Hole’).

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: for blood and physical fighting.

Pairing: GWSN Miya x Female Reader Word count: 3557

A/N: I'm back!! Finally got chance to write again, felt as if I should complete this story first so to not leave anyone hanging. Thank you for being patient! Once again thank you to those that have given support for this fic and me as a writer, it means a lot to me!! ^^

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The route was a lot easier to follow the second time around. You made mental notes on your way to ensure you could find your way back to the hotel on your own later; walk past the Chinese takeaway, cross the road at the petrol station, take the back street past the telephone box, little things like that.

It was your last day of business; the final meeting was mid afternoon, but you couldn’t get a train out until the following morning, so you had one more night to spend in this town. You thought spending the night out would be a good idea, but you hadn’t asked any of your co-workers to join you tonight. Tonight, instead of a wine bar, you were going to return to the punk club.

Turning down the street, you noticed the same buildings you had seen the previous night. The window of the newsagents was still broken, and there was still glass scattered on the pavement below. It was like this street was forgotten, although you were sure you’d always remember it.

Once again, you crossed the road towards the punk club, this time approaching the entrance. There was no doormen or security, and the doors looked like they had taken a battering over time. You hesitated before gripping the cold steel handle, it sending a brief shiver over you before you forced the door open. It was a little stiff, and you weren’t sure if it was push or pull anyway, but after some trying you managed it.

Opening that door was like opening a passage to a new world; the noise was the first thing that registered. Shouting, mostly. A lot of shouting. In amongst the voices you heard brief moments of casual conversations, threats and accusations, and a lot of cursing. Daring to step inside more, the sound of music began to register; heavy, angry, punk music. Your head turned towards the direction of the music, to see the band playing on a small stage emulating platform.

Sure enough, she was there; playing the bass just like she told you. Haruka appeared to be in her element up there, feeding off the crowd’s energy and letting loose while successfully playing every chord correctly. How could this only be a hobby of hers if she was such a professional? She must truly have a passion for it, you thought.

Through all the pushing and shoving going on amongst the crowd, you found yourself at the very back of the room next to the bar. The doors to the bathrooms were a couple of metres away, and although you were tempted to hide in there until Haruka’s set had finished, you decided to brave the chaos for the sake of your own pride. You took in the room, looking at your surroundings and the people that were around you. You instantly felt like a sore thumb; your patterned long sleeve shirt and khaki trousers not quite blending in with everyone else’s ripped jeans and studded jackets. Instinctively, you edged further to the far corner of the room, hoping nobody would spot you and start causing you trouble. If they would so easily threaten each other, you wouldn’t stand a chance, you thought.

Within the shouting you heard the music stop, as Haruka’s band finished their song and began to leave the stage. Haruka strode through the crowd, making her way to the bar. At least she was making it easier for you approach her this time.

“Haruka!” You called out as she reached the bar, hoping you’d spoken loud enough to be heard amongst the noise.

She turned her head to face you, raising a smile as she noticed who had called her name, “(Y/N). Nice to see you again.”

You braved a couple of steps out of your corner to stand closer to her, “Nice to see you too, I was hoping I’d find you here.”

Haruka gestured towards the bar, “can I get you a drink?”

You stuttered for a moment; what sort of drinks did they sell in a punk club? You doubted chardonnay was exactly on tap in a place like this, “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

She ordered two pints of bitter; half a pint for you. Maybe she still saw you as softer, so presumed you were a light drinker. You didn’t complain, and politely thanked her before taking a sip. It wasn’t the taste you were used to, but you smiled regardless.

“So, where’d you get to last night? Did you go anywhere?” You asked, sparking a conversation. It was late last night when she had left you at your hotel, but she didn’t seem like she was heading home to bed.

Haruka set her drink on the bar and turned to face you, “just a pub. Had a couple of drinks, then went back to the flat. Quiet end to the night really.”

“You didn’t meet anyone then?” It just came out of you. Why the fuck did you ask that?

She laughed, slightly taken aback, “no, I didn’t. The pub landlord has an alibi for me just in case the police have any reason to question me about that window, that’s it.”

“Have they not found whoever did it yet?”

Haruka simply shrugged, “not that I’ve heard of. Could have been any bugger, just one of them things.” You struggled to believe a brick being thrown through a window was ‘one of them things’, but you accepted it. Her world was very different from yours, after all.

She spoke up again, “If you were wanting to watch the set, I’m afraid we’ve finished for the night. You’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

“Oh, I can’t tomorrow night,” you responded, “this is my last night, my train leaves at 10 tomorrow morning.”

You saw Haruka’s face drop for a second, as if disappointed, before she quickly picked herself back up, “oh that’s fine, you know, don’t worry about it.”

Leaning closer to her, you spoke, “I could come back one day. Or maybe your band will become famous enough to perform round the country.”

Haruka smiled to herself, amused by your remark, “I doubt it, sweetheart, but thank you.” She necked half of her pint, and slammed the glass back down on the bar.

“Alright, Haruka?” A loud voice entered the area. You looked up to see a man approaching the two of you, a drumstick in one hand. He was dressed the same as everyone else; studded leather jacket, loud clanky doc martens. He put his arm around Haruka’s shoulders, an arrogant grin on his face, “how’s my favourite lady bassist?”

Haruka scowled, shrugging his arm off her, “shut up, Gav, you’re not funny.”

“You just upset cos my band’s better than yours?” The man teased in response. You could sense this wasn’t the first time he had tried to wind up Haruka.

“I couldn’t give a toss,” Haruka responded, not once glancing at him, “you do this every night, I’m not biting.” She took another gulp of beer.

The man invaded her personal space again, leaning against her arm and speaking closely into her ear, “you know we only come in here once you lot have finished, I understand why old folks call it a load of racket when you’re the ones on the amps.”

Haruka straighted up slightly and nudged the man away, still refusing to look at him, “I’ll shove that drumstick up your jacksie if you’re not careful.”

“I thought you weren’t biting.” He gleamed, taking delight in annoying her.

“Just leave her alone, will you?” You snapped out at him.

Haruka’s head whipped to face you, “what are you doing?”

“Oh, who’s your friend then, Haruka?” The man stepped back to get a better look at you, “a bit too middle class for you to be hanging round with, surely.”

You rolled your eyes at him, folding your arms, “you know, I don’t like the way you talk to her, you’re being unnecessarily rude.”

“Stay out of it, please.” Haruka asked you quietly, putting her hand on your arm to try and get you to retreat.

The man stepped closer to you. He was quite a bit taller than both you and Haruka, but he didn’t intimidate you. After dealing with powerful execs for years at your company, you were used to arguing with people bigger than you. He smirked before speaking, “listen, love, I’m not going to be told what to do by some tory ponce, so just leave off, alright?”

“Don’t you dare call her that.” Haruka said, standing up in between you and the man. She faced him, finally looking him straight in the eyes, her whole body tense. She was angry now.

He folded his arms, his mocking demeanour fading as he became nasty, “well, she is. Why you hanging round with poshies then, Haruka? Tired of being surrounded by people tougher than you? Or are you trying to mooch off her dad’s Chelsea estate?”

In a flash, you watched Haruka swiftly raise her fist, and punch the man in the face with a loud thud, sending him tumbling into the crowd of punks stood behind him. She had gone from 1 to 100 in the space of two minutes. You jumped slightly at the impact, shocked by how the situation had suddenly escalated.

The man barely had time to respond when he was shoved by one of the people he fell into. Somehow, a domino effect played out in front of your eyes, and one simple punch quickly turned the entire room into a brawl.

You ducked as soon as you noticed a bottle flying your direction, not daring to get back up. You might end up being trampled, but feet seemed easier to avoid than fists in your corner. The thought of finding Haruka crossed your mind as you looked for a way out, but you had lost sight of her once the fight had broken out, and presumed she was happier brawling.

Retreating to the very corner of the room, you stood up and scanned your possible exits. The main doors of the building were at the other side of the room, and you could see no fire exit closer to you. The safest option was the bathroom; you remembered it being on the wall next to the bar. All you had to do was edge your way down the bar, and make it to the bathroom door. You possibly couldn’t leave the building through there, but at least you could hide until the chaos had calmed down.

You crouched back down, and began to move along your escape route, keeping hold of the bar behind you so you didn’t get pulled into the fight. You were doing well, until a stool blocked your path. It was pressed against the bar, but there was a small group of punks scrapping right next to it, so you couldn’t move it. Quickly thinking, you decided you had to somehow climb over the stool to get past.

As soon as you stood up, your leg got caught on someone else’s, and you lost your balance. You tried to grab hold of the stool, but your leg was still attached, and you ended up getting dragged towards the fighting. Keeping a firm grip on the stool, you shook and unhooked your leg before you were pulled in any further. As you broke free, you felt something sharp cut across your upper arm, tearing your shirt sleeve and drawing blood.

You desperately moved past the stool and backed up as far as you could against the bar, once again crouching to avoid the brawl. You looked down at your wound; judging from the size of the gash, it was a broken glass bottle that had struck you. Had someone just caught you by accident, or was it deliberate? You didn’t care; you really had to get out of there now.

Once again eyeing your exit, you tried to crawl forward, but couldn’t move quite as well anymore. You pressed your hand against the wound, hoping it wouldn’t start bleeding excessively. It was becoming quite painful, so you desperately wanted to get yourself out of there before you started feeling weak. You tried to move again.

“(Y/N)!” A voice broke through the commotion; you looked up to see Haruka kneeling in front of you. She took your hands and pulled you up to stand, promptly leading the two of you towards the bathroom you had been trying to reach. Her arm held a firm grip on you, as she kicked and elbowed a few people out the way to clear your path. The two of you reached the door, her opening it and sharply pushing you inside before following herself, closing the door behind her and holding it shut.

“We should be okay in here,” she stated, letting go of the door and turning to you, “are you alright, what happened?”

You stuttered, momentarily speechless, “I- uh, I tried to get past, and someone just-” You stopped speaking, taking your hand away from your arm and showing Haruka the wound.

Haruka took one glance at the wound, barely hesitating before she began moving round the bathroom. She grabbed a paper towel, dousing it in warm water and returning to you. She prompted for you to roll your shirt sleeve up, and she began cleaning up your arm. You winced slightly at the sudden sting, but you supposed it was better than the actual pain of being cut. Finishing cleaning it with the paper towel, she removed a bandana she had been wearing stylistically on her jacket, and pressed it against the wound, using it as a makeshift bandage.

“That will have to do.” She said, as you pulled your sleeve back down.

“Thank you,” you responded, taking a look at your arm before glancing back up at her, “I didn’t think you were the type to know first aid.”

Haruka simply shrugged, “you get used to doing it, having to patch up myself and mates all the time.” She answered in a matter of fact way. You guessed she must have been in many situations like this before.

“Well thank you,” you smiled and showed your gratitude again, before asking her, “how come you found me? I thought you would have been in the heart of it.”

Her face became slightly stunned at your words, looking a little confused, “I started looking for you as soon as it all broke out, but you disappeared. Some git dragged me into the crowd, and by the time I got back to where you were you’d already been hurt.”

You felt your cheeks flush slightly; you hadn’t expected her to care so much. For someone you’d only known a day, you felt warm inside knowing she thought about you first. You raised a shy smile, trying to think of something to say, when your thoughts were interrupted by a loud siren blaring outside.

“What the fuck?” Haruka exclaimed, immediately looking concerned. Blue lights began to briefly flash on and off through the small windows of the bathroom, making her rush to the door, peeking at how the situation was developing in the club.

“What’s going on?” you asked, although you were sure you already knew the answer.

“The fucking police are here!” she spoke, clearly panicked as she swiftly closed the door and held it shut again, “if they find out I started the fight, I’m going to get nicked!”

Your eyes widened, a wave of deep worry washing over you, “what are we going to do, stay here? We won’t be able to go back out there.”

Haruka quickly scanned the room, her eyes desperately searching for a plan. She bit her lip as she analysed your options, “that window’s big enough for us to get through, right?” Her legs strided to the opposite wall, where there was 3 small windows touching the ceiling.

“Here we go again.” You commented with a smile.

“What do you mean?” Haruka asked, as she fiddled with the handle on one of the windows.

“Hiding from the police, seems to have become a regular past time for us.”

“Yeah, you’ll get used to that with me.” She remarked, managing to push the window open. Her foot was on the sink; she pulled herself up, holding on to the window frame, and fit herself through the window. You watched her climb through, holding on to what appeared to be the drainpipe of the outside of the building, then she casually dropped down and disappeared from view.

You hurried over, slightly concerned to know she had landed safely, “Haruka?”

Her voice instructed from the other side of the wall, “climb up on the sink and pull yourself through!”

Doing as she said, you placed your foot on the sink, and pulled yourself up with the window frame, like you had seen her do. You then began climbing out of the window, seeing Haruka stood on the ground below before twisting yourself round and grabbing hold of the drainpipe. Cautiously, you pulled your feet up to the window frame, and forced one of them round and out the window.

“There’s a wheelie bin there, if you put your foot on the further end of it, it shouldn’t roll.” Haruka informed you. You tried to put your foot where she said, but it was difficult to reach, especially when you couldn’t see properly. You ended up completely missing the wheelie bin, however you had already began to let go of the window frame, and fell the entire drop from the window to the rough ground. Haruka broke your fall; you landed on top of her, but you felt her hands attempting to catch you as you crashed onto the ground.

A moment of awkward silence fell, the both of you lying still where you had landed. You had frozen slightly in shock, unable to believe you had just climbed out of a bathroom window, to hide from the police, and fallen directly on top of the girl you felt quite attracted to. You had only come to this town on business.

The silence was broken when you felt something shaking beneath you, followed by increasing laughter coming straight from Haruka’s gut. This made you laugh, the two of you bursting into a fit of sniggering as you scrambled to get up.

“Are you alright?” You asked her between laughs, trying to show a little concern.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, fine.” Haruka stood as she answered, helping you up by your arms as the two of you kept laughing.

Somehow, within the moment, an urge overtook you. As you and Haruka got to your feet, you pulled her in by her neck, and began to kiss her, a large grin remaining on your face. You felt her reciprocate immediately, her hands gripping your waist as she pushed you into the cold brick wall of the club building. Both your smiles naturally faded as passion took over, the kiss deepening. The sounds of police sirens, the flashing blue lights, the shouting and commotion of the crowd of brawling punks inside; everything became insignificant in that moment.

Eventually, Haruka pulled away from you, keeping hold of your waist as she spoke, “come on, let’s go.”

You shot her a look of confusion, “go where?”

“Anywhere, we’ll just go. Crash places, cause chaos, get kicked out of pubs, go dancing, I don’t bloody know, let’s just go wherever the night takes us.” Haruka suggested with an air of great enthusiasm, the adrenaline of the current events surging through her body language.

Giving her a sigh of disappointment, you tried to smile, “Haruka, I’m leaving tomorrow. I’ll probably never see you again.”

“Then we’ll just have tonight. It’s only half past 10, that’s plenty of time, I don’t care about tomorrow, right now I want to wreak havoc with you,” Haruka’s voice became more sincere; she looked you directly in the eyes, as her hands moved up from your waist to cup your cheeks, “I will make sure you are safely back in your hotel by morning, you’ve got a key, right? Just spend this one night with me.”

You paused for a moment of thought, debating whether you should take Haruka’s offer. It would be easy to abandon your new found reckless edge, go to bed, be up well prepared for the train you had to be on in 12 hours. But Haruka was someone special to you, and you couldn’t let her go so easily. You needed one more night with her. Why not?

“Let’s go.” You answered, grinning as you planted another quick kiss on Haruka’s lips.

“Come on.” Haruka smirked back, breaking away from you and taking hold of your hand. She ran off round the side of the building to the front, heading in the opposite direction the police cars were coming from, and the two of you sped into a night of chaos.

Haruka had truly brought out a new side of you; one which only until the previous night you had been lead to believe was scary and immoral. You were so grateful to have gotten stuck with her down an alley.

This would be an interesting story for the office Monday morning.

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