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â.Ë áĄŁđ© â â simple acts of love from skz
âAll the times stray kids said I love you in the little things.
wordsă»6.8k pairingsă»stray kids x reader genresă»fluff, a little crack, established relationships warningsă»lots and lots of kisses!! happy tears, drunken re-confessions, silliness, playful living room dancing, minhos a shy baby, he's also a little shit in changbins, erotic painting in hyunjins, hans is a little bit more emotional, silly little proposals, my terrible attempt at writing lyrics, jeongin stalks your goodreads profile and buys your entire TBR list like I don't have at least a thousand tbr books...some of these are silly some of these are sickeningly sweet,
a/nă»I wrote these drabbles based on these headcanons, but I did change Minho's because I believed it fit him better!! Also, this has been rotting in my drafts for MONTHS im not super proud of them, but I hope you like them anyways.
ᥣđ© chan + sneaking into your bathroom to trace hearts onto the bathroom mirror.
"This is a suicide mission!" his lungs scream as he slips into your inferno of a bathroom, a heavy cloak of steam hugging him instantly. His respiratory system begs for release, a moist cough rolling up his throat; but like the magnificent boyfriend he is, he shoves those rebellious bodily functions right back down his windpipe.
Was his silly little plan worth the ability to breathe? Yes. Did he also wonder how you even could? Also yes.
The mirror fogs like the surface of an ancient lake, obstructing the image of his mischievous grin. He brings a pointer finger to the glass, drawing all his ardor in the mistâthough it only comes out as lopsided hearts.
Your voice floats out from behind the curtain, absentmindedly humming to a silent tune. Shadows of your hands move through your hair, your body refracted onto the thin sheet.
You are so beautiful...
Cupid smacks his jaw shut.
He manages to slip out right as the water sputters off, sliding into the living room by his socks. He face-plants onto the couch, scrambling to sit upright. The loud smack of your towel echoes in his ears as his wide eyes dart to the table, frantically searching for something to occupy his attention. He snatches the first thing he sees, which just happens to be a... candle?
Whatever, no time!
Chan is intently studying the ocean-blue Bath & Body Works label, when you come pattering out, damp hair dribbling water behind you. The moment you step into his line of sight, his heart plummetsâthat stupid aromatherapy candle nearly tumbling with it.
There you were, in all your drenched glory, your towel wrapped snug against your chest, tears rolling freely down your cheeks. Did you hear that?! Tears!! You were crying?! Why were you crying?!?!
Chan must have embodied the spirit of a kangaroo, because heâs never jumped up faster in his life.
"Why are you crying? You're supposed to be happy!" he yelps, yanking your body into his arms, water seeping into the thin fabric of his tee shirt. His brain becomes the equivalent of the worldâs most fucked-up ambrosia when you begin laughing, the curve of your smile pressed into his chest. He blinksâhe doesn't know whether to kiss you or call a priest. Maybe he should do both?
Suddenly you pull away, cocooning his cheeks with pruney hands, your bottom lip wobbling as you sob, "I'm so in love with you."
Well, good jobânow he's sobbing too.
"I'm in love with you too, baby."
You had drawn hearts on the walls of his soul in the same way he had drawn them in the steam of your mirror. The only difference is, yours would never fade away.
ᥣđ© minho + randomly sending you songs that remind him of you.
Minho wasn't the type to throw his arms around you, pressing kisses to your face with all his overflowing ardor. Instead, in the minuscule overlaps of time between talking on the phone and constructing a perfect dance routine, he'll find himself sitting dazed upon the lounge room couch, mindlessly nodding to a catchy tune. He had left his Spotify on smart shuffle, finding comfort in the idea of a song found without searching, as if it were fate's gentle finger dusting the path to new adventures. He flutters his eyelids shut, ripples of sound washing over his skin.
And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime
And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine
'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions
Wishing on everyone that you'd be mine, mine
In a rash flood of emotions, he sends you the song just before Chan steps into view, announcing his dire need to finish choreographing the final steps of their newest single. Begrudgingly, he slips his phone into his back pocket, his earbuds following suit. The only thing that keeps him sane throughout the day is the anticipation that he will go home and see you, and that makes it all worth it.
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May I have this dance?" you declare, extending your arm with feigned seriousness, though the playful smile tugging at your lips betrays you instantly.
âWhat?â Minho chuckles through furrowed brows, observing the unusual surroundings; candles flicker dim lighting on the walls, throwing shadows on the rose petals you had scattered around your living room, forming an intriguing resemblance to a romantic dance floor. He sets the bags of groceries on the ground. Lee Know is so beyond confused, yet also pleasantly surprised, especially when you waltz over to him, tight red dress hugging all your gorgeous curves.
âYou still haven't answered my question,â you sing, playfully twirling into his arms. Your hands find their way to the nape of his neck, tracing mindless circles in his hair. A shiver rolls up his spine as you tilt your face forward, lips so close; his heart flutters like a fragile leaf tumbling down from an autumn tree. He blinks before exhalingâ
âOf course, I'll dance with you.â
A delighted squeal erupts from your lips, and you jump away from his arms, heading straight over to your phone to play the song he sent you prior. A warm blush floods his cheeks, painting them a bashful red.
âDid you like it?â His eyes fall away from yours.
âDid I like it?? Of course I liked it!â you squeal, gaping at him like he was the dumbest person on the planet. World War Three rages inside his chest as he fights not to fold like a lawn chair, flopping on the floor like a flustered starfish. Though when your hands rub their way up from his chest to his shoulders, he's surprised he's even upright. Your hips sway to the melody, a warm smile melting away all his defenses; but when you guide his awkward hands to the dip in your hips, itâs game over. He stuffs his face into your neck, littering the sensitive skin with kisses, his brain screaming: distract the enemy!! distract the enemy!!
âDo you know how much I love you?â he mumbles with striking genuineness. Instead of answering his question, you simply twirl yourself around his finger, placing his hand to wrap around the small of your back. He dips you down right as the music swells. It was magical, reallyâthe candlelight twinkling in your peripheral, spills of starlight dancing off the ocean's surface. It was all so perfectâthat was until your shoe caught on one of the rose petals, the floor turning slick under your feet. You send yourself tumbling straight to the ground. Minho squeals, grasping at thin air, but then he too also slips, frantically shooting his wrists out so he doesn't crush you.
The music cuts through the deafening silence as petals weave their way into your hair. You roll your lips into your teeth, glancing over to an eerily still Minho, staring at the ceiling like a spooked tabby. As if he could feel your eyes, his gaze finds yours, and only then does he burst out into roaring laughter, which prompts you to also join the fun.
âAre you sure you're the main dancer?â you tease through breathy giggles. He gasps, smacking a dramatic hand over his chest.
âIâll have you know you fell first.â
And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime
And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine
'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions
Wishing on everyone that you'd be mine, mine
In that moment, as the light hits you just right, he swears he finds the universe in your eyes. Your skin is showered in candlelight, head tilted backâjoy flickers on your tongue as honey drips from your teeth. His heart pounds against his ribs, flowers sprouting in his lungs. To the world, he was an aloof grump with smooth moves and an impressive affinity for cats; but to you, with you, he was so much more.
Mid-snort, he captures your cheek, pressing his lips to yours. In a single gesture, he is pouring all the words he wished to sayâ
though to you, it tasted a little bit likeâ
If he had to blow a wish on every dandelion in the universe just to keep you, he would; and only through your lips would he find the power to keep breathing.
ᥣđ© changbin + gushing about you while drunk
The balmy patio is sticky with soju-infused groans, most of the boys slumped in their respective seats, throwing back exasperated swigs of their drinks as they desperately try to drown out Changbinâs relentless rambles.
The two semicircle outdoor couches form a full circle around an unlit bonfire pit. On one of the couches sits a completely unfazed Felix, taking small sips of his soju between chuckles; an extremely annoyed Seungmin, glaring daggers at Changbin; and I.N, who doesnât seem to be doing much of anything except, well, sleepingâbody slumped against the armrest. Hyunjin is sandwiched between Chan and Changbin on the other couch: Chan, who wishes he never even brought up the idea to buy beer in the first place, and Changbin, who is currently slumped over a very irked Hyunjinâs lap. Han is somewhere in the house, probably giggling at his own swirling reflection.
Hyunjin digs his fingers into the roots of his locks, fighting every urge not to yank the tufts straight out.
âN-no, but Jinnie, you donât u-understandâsheâs so pretty,â Changbin slurs, stuffing his face into his friendâs hoodie, which makes Hyunjin frown and swat him away.
âThatâs it! Iâm calling Y/N!â Seungmin announces, jumping up from his seat. Chan grabs his sleeve, yanking him straight back down, much to Seungminâs dismay. he sinks into the polyester in a puddle of disgruntled grumbles.
"Or we could record him," Minho calls out from the shadows of the back entryway, only ever appearing when he needed more beer or more entertainment. And right now, it was dinner and a show. Minho simply shrugs as if his evil plan wouldnât ruin his best friend's bad-boy reputation. "Send it to Y/N later," he mumbles to himself, the devil tilting his cheek up. Nobody seems to hear him, so he slyly pulls his phone from his pocket and presses record.
"No, no, no! You can't call Y/N. Sheâll know I love her!" Changbin gasps in horror, stumbling to grab the phantom phone that apparently appears on Hyunjinâs lap with the way he paws at his jeans. Hyunjin takes a nice, long swig of his soju.
"You know you and Y/N have been together for over four years, right?" Felix chuckles, finding the whole ordeal pure comedic relief.
"No, you donât understand. Sheâll know I love her... lover," Changbinâs words slur into an incoherent shake of his head. Minho's evil cackles float out from the concealment of the doorway, and Chan perks up.
"Minho, what are you doing?!" Minho slams his phone against his thigh. What the hell?? Does Chan have Spidey senses or something??
"Nothing!" he yelps, sounding super convincing. Chan narrows his eyes toward the darkness where Minho is supposedly lurking, sporting an eerily perfect rendition of a frustrated father. That is, until Changbin begins a very off-tune version of âThe Itsy Bitsy Spider,â rolling over on Hyunjinâs lap to tap his fingers up his arm and eventually landing on Hyunjinâs nose with a giggle. When Hyunjin almost bites his finger off, Chan finally diverts his attention. Minho thanks God for the shadowsâhow else would he have gotten away with recording all of that?
âIâm about two seconds away from bringing you back to Y/N,â Hyunjin sighs, his lips pressed into a tight line as he glares at the man whose eyes just burst with light at the thought of seeing you. Chan smacks Hyunjin on the back sympathetically, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Why me, Lord? Why me?" Chan sings his woes under his breath but just loud enough for the camera to pick upâand for Minho to giggle.
"Y/N, I miss Y/N. Can I go home to Y/N, please?" Changbin hiccups, slumping his head onto Hyunjinâs shoulder. Hyunjinâs eye twitches. "I wanna tell the pretty girl I love her."
Felix emerges from his silence with a fit of laughter, nearly spilling his beer all over the floor. "Weren't you just saying you didnât want to tell her you loved her?"
Changbin whips his gaze forward, his eyes hardening into a very foggy glare. "Well, now I want to tell the pretty girl I love her," he states matter-of-factly, his eyes fluttering a bit, betraying just how drunk he is.
Felixâs amusement is transparent as he raises his beer in Changbinâs direction. "Somebody needs to bring him to Y/N and let him re-confess his undying love for her."
Seungmin has never jumped up so fast in his life; heâs mid-volunteer when Chan grabs the cuff of his sleeve again and yanks him right back on his ass. Seungmin collapses onto the couch, ready to spit a disrespectful insult at his elder, but he folds like a lawn chair when Chan shoots him that look.
"Seungmin, you are far too drunk to take him home, while I," he looks to the sky with regret, "am very regretfully sober." Chan sounds like heâs going through the five stages of grief in one sentence.
"Okay, buddy, Iâm taking you home," Chan grunts, clapping the drunken boy on the back. Changbin beams like he just heard there was a cure for cancer.
"Hell yeah!" He jumps up, only to stumble slightly, the patio swimming in his vision as he catches himself on Hyunjinâs forehead. When he finally, barely stabilizes himself, he throws his hands up. "See yâall bitches later! Iââ he dramatically points to his chest in pride, ââam going to see my girl," he declares and marches straight out the door. Chan is mid-goodbye hug turned introspection with Felix, wondering what heâs doing with his life, when he hears a loud shatter in the hallway. Chan falls out of Felixâs arms immediately, his stride turned sprint.Â
"Son of a bitch, Changbin, that was my favorite vase!"
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âGo ahead, tell the pretty girl how much you love her,â you tease, playfully mimicking kissy faces while simultaneously poking Changbinâs crumpled form, his boiling cheeks sandwiched between his knees.
Why did Minho have to send you that video? But most of all, why did he have to send it while Changbin was still hungover? All this humiliation canât be good for his headache.
Changbin groans, falling back on the bed to pull a pillow over his scorching face. The fact that the whole mattress hasnât burst into flames is truly beyond him. Giggles pour from your lips, even as they settle atop his stomach, leaving kisses all the way up his torso. You can hear his flustered pants from down here.
âOkay, thatâs enough bullying for one day,â you say, straddling his waist to snake your arms around his waist, pressing your chests flush together. Your teeth graze his shoulder, softly biting the flesh. âCome on, baby, take the pillow off your face.â You press your smile against his shirt before resting your chin on his chest.
He peeks out from under the pillow, tugging it down just enough to reveal his eyes, still reluctant to fully reveal himself. You bat your lashes at him, pouting ever so slightly. He foldsâlike a damn lawn chair, at this point, heâs practically collapsing in on himself with how much heâs folded. His face melts into a grin as he finally pulls the pillow down.
He so regrets that.
Your face lights up with laughter as you take in his beet-red cheeks, your eyes disappearing into crinkled slits. âIâm sorry, I just... I just canât,â you cackle, doubling over in heaves.
âI hate you,â Changbin shouts, flustered, smacking you square in the side of the head with the pillow. It does nothing to quell your amusement; in fact, it only makes it worse.
âThatâs not what you said last night,â you snort, falling off him as you kick your feet against the sheets.
Despite his urge to tie a millstone around his ankle and jump off the face of the earth, he canât help but smile, caught in an unusual state of awe. Your mouth is boxy, laughter filling the air like strands of warm honey.
âApparently, you think about me a lot,â you snicker, still rolling around. his smile only spreads wider.
If only you knew how much he thought of you.
ᥣđ© hyunjin + painting perfectly captured portraits of you
âHold still for me, baby,â Hyunjin whispers, his voice low and intimate, as he lightly drags his brush down the length of your arm, adding the final touches to your portrait. His gaze traces your bare body, memorizing every inch until even the freckle on the upper left side of your waist is drawn onto the inside of his eyelids. The valley of your breasts trembles with each labored breath, your muscles tightening against the couch where you lay.
âIâm really trying, Jinnie, but it hurts,â you whine, fighting to keep your head steady. Your boyfriend lets out a breathy laugh, savoring one final glance at your naked form. With careful precision, he drags the sharpest part of his brush down your thigh, finishing the entire painting with his favorite peice of you.
âDone,â Hyunjin murmurs, settling back into his chair with a satisfied smile, admiring the art heâs just created. Usually when he painted, there was always something he hated about his workâwhether it's the proportions or the colors were slightly out of harmonyâit was never good enough. but when he paints you, there's never an issue; for he could capture you with children's finger paints, and you'd still find a way to look utterly breathtaking.
âLet me see,â you squeal, jumping up from the uncomfortable spot youâd claimed on his couch. A faint blush appears on his face as he turns the easel around, unraveling his heart before you. And oh, when he doesâyou collapse into his arms, all your strength diffused into a shuddering gasp. He had dipped his brush into your soul, and with every meticulous stroke, he gathered the very essence of your heart. It was almost unreal how perfect he made you appear to beâyour moles speckled across your skin in gold, dusted like stars; your stretch marks adorned in silver, shining like slips of light.
How are you not sobbing right now??
âIs it okay?â he asks, bashfully wrapping his arms around your naked waist, completely unfazed by your current state of undress.
âHyunjin, this is more than okay,â you sniffle, voice crackling with emotion. You turn to meet his gaze, only for his palms cradle your cheeks with a touch so tender, it's barely there. One second, youâre breathing; the next, youâre transcending, existing only between his lips.
By the time you come up for air, the world around you has changed. Heâs on top of you now, his hands resting on either side of your head, thoughts long forgotten. He moves closer, allowing whisps of his hair to tickle the sensitive flesh of your neck; for his lips to settle upong the delicate curve of your collarbone. He doesnât stopâhe doesnât stop until the sun kisses your skin, until the sky is filled with the very stars he painted upon your skin.
Only in love and art are you eternal and in hyunjin, with hyunjin, you are both.Â
ᥣđ© han + hiding messages into every song he produces
"In every lifetime," a heartfelt promise whispered between shuttering breaths. Han's lips parted, your tongue savoring his astonished gasp. "What did you say?" quickly transformed into "Did you mean it?" when you had tenderly threaded your fingers into his hair, the pad of your thumb settling just under his jaw. Your needy hands had fogged his head, but he never forgot it.
"In every lifetime," you had uttered many moons later, nestled underneath the stretch of midnight sky. The universe had stilled, all of time and space screeching to a deafening halt. You unraveled the scrolls of his soul, and with the eternal vow of "I do," swore forever. So, he, for however long he may live, intends to hold you to that promise.
From: Hannie đż Do not by any means play my new song!!!
From: Hannie đż Im serious!!
From: Hannie đż Promise me Y/N!!!
You giggle at his earnestness, clicking the notification to message him back.
From: My Wife †I won't I promise!
From: My Wife †Scouts honor đ«Ą
You admired Han's dedication to his craft, but what you admired most was his need to share every single part of it with you.
"You didn't listen to the song, did you?" Han calls out from the foyer, slamming the front door behind him. He urgently throws off his shoes, his heavy footsteps following him all the way up the stairs. Your mirth bubbles up behind a bitten grin, lip firmly tucked between your teeth.
"No!" you shout back, feigning indifference; though when he swings your bedroom door open, youâre overcome with breathy gigglesâhis hair is tossed around at all angles, puffed cheeks pink and gasping.
Now that was the man you fell in love with.
"Somebody's eager," you tease, chucking your phone somewhere on the bed. His eyes are oddly fearful when you lift yourself up from the comforter, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. His chest heaves, breath labored and shaky; flighty fingers find the knot of his tie, yanking it loose. You reel your head back. Since when does he wear a tie? You flick your gaze down his figure. Since when does he wear suits?? Your confusion only festers as he lets out an anxious chuckle, wringing his hands like wet rags.
"You have no idea." You didnât knowâdidnât know what he was about to risk. His heart was clay in your hands, and with the delicacy of a butterfly's wing, you pressed your fingerprints into his skin. For now, through touch alone, his soul will find you in every lifetime; but first, he must promise you himself in this one, and that appeared to be an impossible feat.
It's now or never, he tells himself.
So, with an arduous breath, he steadies his quivering hands just long enough to slip his phone out of his back pocket. Was it just him, or is it suddenly really hot in here? He swipes to YouTube. Why was it getting so hard to breathe?? He presses play. His heart somersaults its way down to his stomach when the opening melody echoes from the speakers. Your brows lift, lips pursing in your signature concentrated quirk. His mouth forms around a smile, breathing getting marginally easier, but that peace is short-lived as the chorus beginsâonly then does he feel the symptoms of real fear.
In every lifetime, his warm voice melts from the speaker.
A falling star just shot from space and hit you directly in the chest, rendering you utterly speechless; even as your gaze finds his glassy eyes, you just canât believe it.
In every lifetime you swore.
Itâs just too perfect.
So, for as long as I may live, I wanna be yours.
Heâs just too perfect.
In every lifetime I'll dip my knee down.
Thereâs no way.
And yet he sinks to one knee, slipping a velvet box from the confines of his pocket. Your hands make purchase around your mouth, stifling a wet cry.
In every lifetime I'll ask to be yours.
"Y/N L/N, will you marry me?"
You drop to your knees, tears tracing cordate-shaped rivulets down your cheeks. "Yes, Han, I'll marry you! I'll marry you!"
Your lips swear forever as they land on his, and that promise echoes far into lifetime number twelve.
ᥣđ© felix + giving you gum wrapper hearts
Lee Felix was stupid in love, heavy on the stupid, figuring he was about to start World War Three to get that gum wrapper out of Seungminâs hand.
âPlease,â Felix begs, drawing out the "e" in an obnoxious whine.
Felix has been professing his love for you through gum wrapper hearts for about as long as heâs been chewing gum, so he is going to be damned if he lets one gum wrapper gets away without meeting his fingers first. Seungminâs eyes harden into an frustrated glare, about two seconds away from punching a pizza-sized hole in his best friendâs face.
âYou know, the more that you beg me for this wrapper, the more I donât want to give it to you,â he deadpans, voice flat with irritation. Felix throws his head back in an ear-splitting groan.
âWhyyy not??â
âOh my gosh, Seungmin, just give him the damn wrapper,â Chan interjects, exasperated.
âYeah, listen to Chan. Give Felix the wrapper,â Felix teases, laying his chin on his hand, fluttering his lashes with a shit-eating grin. Seungmin clenches his jaw, crumpling up the foilâmuch to poor Lixieâs dismay.
âDid you see that, Chan?! Seungmin crumpled my wrapper!â Seungmin squeezes it harder. âLook! Do you see that, Chan?! Seungmin is bullying me!â Chan sighs, digging a knuckle into his eye. He is about five seconds away from sticking both grown toddlers in time out.
âSeungmin, for the sake of my sanity, give Felix the damn gum wrapper.â The fact that he actually had to tell two full-fledged adults that was truly beyond him, yet here he was.
âItâs the principle of it, old manââ As soon as the words leave his lips, Seungmin wants to stuff them right back in. Chan grits his teeth, steam practically whistling from his ears.
Oh, crap.
âYou littleââ Chan dives for Seungmin, to which he squeals, ducking from his elderâs hand, gearing up to smack him square in the forehead. In the clamber of movements, he ends up dropping the beloved wrapper. Felix lets out a squeal of excitement, lunging for the foil. When the crumpled aluminum sits in his hands, he has never felt so rewarded in his entire life, smiling like he just won a million bucks.
Almost out of muscle memory, he begins smoothing it out, folding up all the right corners. He beams, stuffing the little token into his pocket, fingers itching to give it to you later.
âThanks, Seungmin,â Felix smirks, taking a proud sip of his drink. Seungmin manages to stick his tongue out while trapped in a headlock.
âYou suck,â he wheezes, throwing weak slaps onto Chan's bicep. Felix giggles, his phone buzzing against his jeans. Felix quite literally drops everything to pick it up, his heart singing the same song as your special ringtone.
From: My world đ Look, baby, isnât it so beautiful? I took the pic while I was on my way to work. I actually swerved off the road to take the picture, haha. Just wanted to share it with you. Love you, baby!! [Image.png]
When he clicks the image, his phone is flooded with the most breathtaking view. The sky is stained like melting ice cream, cotton candy colors that burst around your hair, though that isnât what Felix is looking atâhe is looking at you. The moment he looks into your lopsided smile, Cupid shoots him all over again.
From: My star-light đ Wow.
From: My star-light đ No words.
From: My star-light đ I didnât know my girlfriend could look so stunning.
From: My star-light đ Oh, wait, there was a sunset back there somewhere.
From: My star-light đ Yeah, that was pretty too.
From: My star-light đ Are we still on for tonight?? I miss youuu.
From: My world đ Oh my gosh, Lix, youâre making me blush, haha.
Seungmin chokes somewhere in the background. Felix doesnât notice. Felix is submerged in the silky ocean of rose-colored love.
From: My world đ Of course we are!!
From: My world đ I miss you too, baby!!
From: My world đ Literally canât wait to see you.
Felix is mid-text when his friends suddenly turn bright red, clambering to untangle themselves from the mess of limbs they got themselves stuck in. Felix doesnât realize the reason Chan is suddenly fixing his hair or Seungmin is unruffling his shirt is because two of the most stunning women just walked past them. Felix was too focused on making time move faster.
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Felix has never been to space, though he can accurately say that he has tasted the sky.
He sips the stars off your lips, every shared breath an inhale of the galaxy. Felix knows that somewhere, someplace time exists, but not here, not now, not with the blades of grass lacing through his hair; not when heâs pressing your chest flush against his, rolling around on the ground until the night sky is kissing the earth in his vision. Your laughs are buried in his neck when he gets too dizzy to continue, littering kisses on the sensitive flesh there. You pull away for only a moment, brushing a rogue strand of hair off his brow. You smile, dipping to press a soft peck to the tip of his nose.
The two of you had crept into this darkened backyard hours ago; you proposing a date under the stars only to share them between your lips instead. You have been locked in this position for lifetimes, and Felix has no plan to stop.
His palms lift to graze your cheeks before sealing your mouths together again. His soft laugh puffs against the seam of your lips, his smile curving against your own. âGod, I am so in love with you.â
He was; he so, so, so was.
He was so in love with you, he had almost forgotten about his gift. Key word: almost.
âOh, I almost forgot,â he gasps, chasing your warmth when he pulls away, sitting up.
âWhat?â you playfully whine, biting back a grin, settling your hips against his thighs. He chuckles, poking a finger into his pocket, fishing out the gum wrapper heart.
âI know itâs not perfect,â he whispers, cupping something in his palm, âbut I hope you still like it.â He rolls his fingers out bashfully, offering you the crinkled silver heart. He bites his lip, a faint blush falling over the apples of his cheeks. The little gift was by no means perfect; it was ripped, wrinkled, and just a little lopsided. Yet you canât help the fondness that explodes in your chest. Still cradling the heart with care, you throw your arms around his neck, tackling him to the ground. Your chest flush against his, he grunts when you land upon the earth, smacking slobbery kisses all over his face. You donât stop, not until he is flipping you over, now attacking you with equally wet kisses. Your giggles live in the balmy summer air.
To you, he was the sun; but to him, you were the universeÂ
ᥣđ© seungmin + buying you a bouquet every time the old ones wilt
October 11th, 2020.
That was the last time your apartment smelled like something other than florals. That was also the first time Seungmin had ever bought you flowersâa simple gift for your one-year anniversary that spiraled into a four-year tradition. You donât ever talk about it, and he certainly denies it, when you thank him for how the wilting tulips magically evolved into beautiful daylilies. You find it endearing, the faint blush that falls over his cheeks when he tries to convince you that it wasnât him.
Now that you think about it, your white roses did seem to have a little bit of brown on them yesterday.
Mid-wipe of the bathroom counter, you rush down the stairs, almost sliding into the kitchen in your socks. Without fail, there they were: bright red tulips, replacing the withering roses that had been in the vase earlier. A spreading grin pulls at your lips as you check the stove clock, quickly connecting the dots.
You had been cleaning the bathroom most of the evening, your earbuds blocking the world out. He had probably heard you humming from upstairs, choosing the perfect time to sneak in through the door. You squeal, sprinting up the stairs to throw open your bedroom door. You expect to find him lounging on the bed, but instead, you find him below it, cradling a square object in his hands. His head whips around, panic falling over his features. He slams the lid shut before fumbling to shove it right back under the bed, much to your dismay.
âHey, what?â You yelp, diving for the box. Seungmin blocks you, accidentally knocking it out of his hands, unfurling its contents all over the floor.
It looks like a garden just threw up in your bedroom.
Hundreds, thousands of differently shaped petals are scattered on your floor, tufts of colorful memories spread out like a silky scroll. First, you freeze. Then, you gasp; your muscles thawing like a flower unfurling in the snow. It hits you slowly, blossoming in your chest and spilling from your eyesâSeungmin hasnât been throwing away the flowers he bought you. Heâs been collecting them.
You didnât realize you were cryingânot until you spokeââSeungmin, what is this?ââthen you heard it, your voice withering and wet. When you finally go to meet his gaze, he canât seem to look at you, tilting his head down in shame.
âW-Well I-Iâve justâŠâ he begins, trailing off with a rub of his burning neck. âFuck, this is going to sound so stupid,â he flushes, staring down at the single yellow petal that fluttered onto his folded thighs. Suddenly, Seungmin feels your thumb brushing over his knuckles, and something shoots through his skin, something that straightens his spine and evens his breathing.
âI-Iâve umâŠâ This was harder than he thought it would be. âBeen collecting them for a while now, I wanted to keep them for when we get married. Wanted to scatter them down the aisleâŠâ
His voice gets smaller with every word, sinking into himself as though that will make the gravity of the sentence less exposed, less raw. For a second, as silence stretches between you, Seungmin feels so stupid, embarrassment painting his cheeks red. You must think heâs such a fool, must think heâs crazy for ever believing he could marry youâhis thoughts stop the moment your lips meet his, palms pressed firmly against his cheeks.
âI love you,â you whisper in between breaths, kissing him until it feels like you canât kiss anymore; until he falls back upon the feathery bed made of magnolias and memories; until, with a star-lit sigh, he pulls away, untucking the red of a dried rose tangled above your brow. Even surrounded by God's most beautiful creations, he canât bring his gaze to fall from yours, your eyes and all the mesmerizing sparkles they hold.
Seungmin couldnât trace the exact moment he fell in love with you. Rather, it bloomed slowly over time, a feeling that took root; wrapping around the slabs of his ribs.
With you, he grew, and all of a sudden, with every breath he inhales, he finds you fluttering in his chest. At first, it terrified him. Though, now he knowsâsome gardens never die.
ᥣđ© jeongin + stalking your goodreads profile to annotate your favorite books
âSo, youâre a stalker, huh?â you muse, brushing your palm over Jeonginâs shoulder, which was clearly not a good idea, cause no sooner do you make contact is he jumping twenty feet out of his skin. You throw your hands up when he swivels around, ripping off his headphones like they were going to materialize into a baseball bat.
âCrap, y/n, you scared the hell out of me,â Jeongin pants, a relieved smile pulling on his cheeks; grateful that the intruder was indeed his girlfriend and not a 6-foot-tall man in a scream mask. For a second, he wonders if youâre possessed, a lopsided smirk playing on your lips while you tweak out, kind of laughing, kind of nodding, kind of looking like you need an exorcism. Then it hits him. Hits him like a 200-pound dump truck, rendering him breathless once more. He puts Flash to shame by how fast he slams his laptop shut, scrunching his face in cringe. The laugh you let out is devastating, a full-belly guffaw that makes you double over, stumbling straight into his arms.
For a second, when the lamplight hits you just right, Jeongin has to stop.
His breath catches in his throat, taking all of you in. There you were, with your hair falling in messy tangles, your eyelids slightly smudged in black, your smile boxy and sun-bright, you were perfect, and you were sitting on his lap. If you didnât start talking, he would have stared at you for hoursâprobably would have started drooling as well.
âSo, this is how youâve known all my favorite books, huh?â you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck. It takes him a hot second to gather himself, heart fluttering at the newfound proximity.
He stuffs his head into your neck, the heat of his cheeks burning into your skin. âYeahâŠis that weird?â
âIs it weird?? Yang Jeongin, Iâm pretty sure you just inadvertently proposed to me,â you reply, your tone light-hearted though you're dead serious.
âWhat?â He chuckles with a shy smile, leaning back.
âYeah, I mean, you stalk your girlfriendâs Goodreads profile to read and annotate her TBR list. That is a proposal. I donât make the rules.â
âIs that so?â he smirks, inching forward, your noses brushing together.
âYeah,â you whisper, hot breath fanning across his lips, you lean in, finally sealing your mouths shut. Jeongin groans, your thumb swiping the nape of his neck. His heart pounds with a thousand different translations of 'I love you'.
âHow many?â
He hums, slamming back down to earth, still a little bit dizzy.
âHow many books have you bought?â
That sobers him up.
His eyes widen slightly before he bashfully chuckles, awkwardly scratching his ear. âOh, uhâŠnot that many.â
âCan I see them?â Heâs two seconds from saying no, until you brush your lips against his cheeks, then his forehead, then the sides of his eyes, before, finally, he is tasting your grin instead, âPlease?â
Well, how can he say no now?
He fiddles with the bottom of your shirt, biting his lip before sighing and pointing under his bed. âTheyâre all under there.â
You squeal, clambering off him to dive at the foot of his bed, sticking your hands into the dusty abyss below. It doesnât take you but five seconds to find the box, though it takes you 5 minutes to actually pull the damn thing out, feeling more like a dead body than dead trees.
However, when you flip open the lid, the struggle is all worth it. Your jaw drops. Jeonginâs stomach flips upside down.
"Yang Jeongin, thereâs no way..." You peer at him through dewy lashes, there had to be at least fifty books in this container. "You were planning on giving me all of these?"
"Well, yeah. Just...when I had enough time to annotate them."
"You've already given me like 10. How have you found enough time to read them?"
"I read them every night before I go to bed."
"And annotate them?"
He clears his throat, a faint blush falling over his cheeks like rose petals. "Yes."
"Where did you get the money for all this? These books have to have been like a thousand dollars."
"My check had just come in, and I knew how much you liked to read... I just wanted to do something nice for you. Why is this starting to feel kind of like an interrogation? Are you mad? Is this, like, really weird?" Jeongin can feel his eyes widen, anxiously shifting in place.
âOne more question,â you step forward, pinching his chin between your thumb and forefinger. He shutters when you make contact, gaze fluttering down. Jeongin expects you to laugh, maybe demand that he takes them back, or the worst of them all tell him heâs too obsessed. What he doesnât expect you to do is drag him forward, and smash your lips together.
âHow are you so perfect?â you exhale, puffing onto his lips like a breath of his own. He was going to show you how, he was going to show you how all night long.
ᥣđ©
If you thought he was perfect then you definitely think he is perfect now.
The sun slips through the curtains, dyeing your sweaty skin in gold; your mouth is nuzzled into his neck, lashes tickling his skin every time you shift. He draws phantom circles over your naked waist, savoring this moment, soaking your body in until he can remember the feel of your form through memory alone. You stir, feeling his heartbeat pick up.
It must have been a dream that urged you to say it, because somewhere, on the edge of sleep, you murmur, âWhatâs your favorite story?â
He didnât have to think about the answer, not when he had thought about it a million times before. Without hesitation, Jeongin whispers, âOurs.â
(I rushed tf out of some of these I'm sorry)
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⊠nobody gets me, you do - averyjameson
a/n: wooo games untold release day!!! the first part of this is so silly help i love max summary: avery has the worst interview in the world, with constant interruptions and snide comments. jameson is watching it from home, (along with his brothers, max, and lyra) and finds himself going to see avery, despite her team telling him no. wc: 2.4k
max was watching her best friends interview live on her phone, sitting in her boyfriends bed.
she could read her like an open book, and could tell something was definitely wrong.Â
âxander,â she called out the boy next to her who was solving a 9x9 rubix cube leisurely, laying on his back with his hands up in the air. âare you seeing this? look what theyâre doing to my girl avery.â
xander sat up, and watched for a few seconds. to xander, she looked how she did the first time he ever saw her: scared, uncomfortable, but trying to put on a brave face.
after just two seconds, he called out at the top of his lungs: âjamesoooonnnn.â
no response.Â
max pulled xander out of the room â much to his dismay, and finally spotted jameson in one of the libraries.
she barely got a word in before jamesons eyes flickered to her phone that was still playing the interview. his brows furrowed, âyouâre watching the interview too?â
ââŠof course i am,â she deadpanned, âiâm literally averyâs girlfriend.
xander raised a brow from beside max, and jameson and him shared a confused look. âoh⊠right.â jameson said as he nodded slowly.Â
âyeahâŠ!â xander added. âhow could i forget?...â he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head as his eyes flickered between jameson and max.
âyou guys are weirdâŠâ max trailed off, confused at their strange reactions, when she said something so completely normal in her opinion.Â
 âbut look!â she exclaimed, âshe literally looks so⊠uncomfortable. in their right mind allowed this interviewer to have a job?â she said, as the two brothers looked at the tiny screen on her phone showing averyâs interview live.Â
they quickly ditched watching it on the phone, because jameson suggested they watch it on the large tv in one of their living rooms. Â
max rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath that sounded like, âof course youâd suggest that.â but nodded anyway as the three made their way to the nearest living room.Â
avery shifted in her seat slightly, her smile just a little off and strained as the interviewer asked another prying question.
âso, how does it feel to have your entire life handed to you on a silver platter- or shall i say, gold?â the audience laughed at the last line. his tone was light, but the implications were hard to miss.
avery smiled, like landon had rehearsed with her, trying to maintain her composure.Â
âwho the hell is this guy?â jameson scoffed, âseriously?â he stood up from the couch they were sitting on and ran a hand through his hair.Â
âi wouldnât exactly describe it that way,â she responded far too fast, so she went to correct herselfâ otherwise she wouldnât her the end of it from her team. âbut iâm endlessly grateful for all the opportunities i have, and for all the experiences.â she said with a smile that looked a little too sweet and practiced, that it made jameson sick.
the interviewer leaned forward, a cruel smirk on his face that made avery want to grimace. âoh?â he challenged, âso youâre saying the billion-dollar inheritance didnât change your life overnight?â
xanders usual playful grin was gone as he muttered, âavery looks like sheâs about to walk out.â
âshe should.â jameson was now pacing in front of the TV, unable to stand still any longer. âif iâd been thereââ
âbut youâre not,â grayson said calmly, standing beside another couch that lyra was sitting on. âsheâll handle it.â
lyra had heard everyone in the room a few minutes earlier, and suggested her and grayson go see what was going on.Â
jamesonâs eyes focused laser sharp on the tv once again as he heard the interviewer mention his name, before turning back to look at grayson.
âshe shouldnât have to handle it, grayson.â his voice cracked with frustration.
her heart raced, but she managed a small laugh. âi think anyoneâs life would change with something like that. my life has changed a great ordeal, but itâs more complicated thanââ
âand what about your relationship with jameson hawthorne?â he interrupted, not caring for a single word she had to say. âwas that part of the package deal?â
the live audience laughed, and avery just smiled politely, frustration flashing behind her eyes that only the people closest to her could spot.
grayson was going to say something to calm his brother down, but didnât get the chance to.Â
âoh, this guy is a fucking comedian, isnât he?â jameson ran another frustrated hand through his hair, chuckling lowly as he exhaled. âiâm getting him firedâ bankrupt for gods sake.âÂ
he knew how snobby-privileged-rich-kid he sounded even to his own ears, but he didnât care.Â
âyeah,â lyra chimed in, who rarely ever agreed with jameson.  âiâm with you on that one.â
jameson shook his head, letting out a blow of air that it almost sounded like a whistle, âgoddamnit, i donât care, iâm going. her team and the paparazzi can go to hell for all i care.âÂ
he turned off the tv, he couldnât bear to see avery uncomfortable for another second.
nash stood leaning against the wall, sending a slight nod to jameson. âyou need a ride?â he asked, alluding to the motorcycle jameson loves to use when he needs to blow off steam.Â
with no complaints from nash, jameson knew that he was doing the right thing.Â
he muttered something under his breath along the lines of: âtoo dangerous,â and shook his head. and with that, he made his way to the stairs.Â
everyone shared confused glances â jameson hawthorne, saying something was too dangerous? something has seriously changed.Â
âis it just me⊠or is jameson being weirdly responsible right now.â xander muttered as he looked at the turned off tv infront of him.Â
grayson and lyra shared a look that communicated the message; ââŠheâs still not responsible.â but didnât say anything.
max nodded at xander in agreement. âitâs the avery effect.â she stated matter-of-factly. âi donât know about you, but whenever iâm around her i feel like⊠woah, i just want to be a better person, you know?âÂ
xander thought about it for a moment with his hand on his chin, and then nodded ,like max had said something profound.Â
he looked up at her, and then they both nodded in sync, sharing a high five.Â
nash, who was still standing leaned against the wall, stifled a laugh, shaking his head in amusement before walking out of the living room.Â
he was definitely going to be mentioning the âavery effectâ to libby later.
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avery sighed as she finally got in the dressing room, leaning her head back on the door and shutting her eyes.Â
she got to go home in half an hour now, finally.Â
atleast she was done with that interview.Â
she walked away from the door, slumping in her chair as she brought her hands to her face, looking into the large hollywood style mirror infront of her.Â
she was hyper-aware of everything around herâthe feeling of her clothes scratching against her skin, the way her makeup suddenly felt heavy on her face, the ache in her cheeks from smiling, and the slight tremor in her hands.Â
avery re-enacted the smiles she gave throughout the interview, wondering if they looked too fake, if she needs to start tweaking them, and overthinking just about every small detail.
5 minutes had passed, and she was still staring into the mirror.Â
surely this wasnât healthy, but she stayed practicing the answers she gave, sighing in defeat when she remembered how people would take it as snappy and defensive.
god, she wouldnât have wished that interview from hell on her worst enemy.Â
her reflection started to look weird to herself, but she kept practicing the right way to smile, to not look fake.
suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and her attention was diverted from the mirror for the first time in 10 minutes.Â
âyeah, come in!â she called out quietly, eyes fixated on the door, nervous to see who it was.
hair and makeup? someone from her team already there to scold her? or god forbid, the interviewerâ her thoughts were all silenced when she saw pair of familiar green eyes.
âjameson,â she breathed out, âwhat are you doing here?âÂ
his hair was a tad messier than usual, and his eyes seemed panicked as he looked around the room, until they finally met hers.Â
he shut the door behind him and locked it all in one swift movement and walked over to her, standing behind her chair she was sitting on.Â
his hands found her shoulders, but she stood up and turned around, meeting him face to face.
âheiress,â he put his calmest voice on as his hands found their way to the sides of her face. âi was watchingâ we were watching the interview at home.â his eyes flickered between hers, âare you alright?â
she smiled a little, letting out an exhale. âyeah, why wouldnât i be?â she shook her head in an attempt to portray she was confused.Â
it was slightly difficult for her to act like she was perfectly fine, when she had spent the last 20 minutes doing nothing but overthink.Â
he brought her out of her thoughts once again. âavery.â
âwhat?â
âi saw the look on your faceâ you may be a good bluffer, but not with your emotions. not with me, atleast.âÂ
unfortunately for avery, jameson could see what she was feeling when she tried her hardest to hide it, even from her own self.Â
she sighed, trying to shrug it off. âjameson, itâs just one interview. they ask questions like that all the timeâitâs part of the job.â
âi donât care if itâs part of the job. you never asked for this.â his voice was hard-edged, his hands moving down her shoulders, then down to her hands. âyou looked uncomfortable, avery. you shouldnât have to be fine with that.â
âi was managing it,â she countered, tilting her head up to look at him, trying to ease the tension. âthatâs what iâm supposed to do.â
her hands fiddled with his fingers with a mind of their own. it was a tell tale sign she was holding her feelings back. jameson knew it better than anyone.
âand thatâs the problem.â he didnât speak to her condescendingly, or in any way that was trying to belittle her. he was just worried.Â
he simply cared, and it made averyâs heart soar.Â
âtheyâre counting on you to just handle it every single time, like it doesnât get to you.â his voice was low, âyou shouldnât act okay with it just because itâs easier. itâs not right.â
she wanted to prove that she was okay, that she wasnât bothered, and that he didnât have to worry about her, but she couldnât, because then sheâd be lying.
she let out a small sigh of defeat, âyouâre right, jameson.â she shook her head, âi know⊠i justâ i donât want you to worry about me, or anyone to worry about me.â
âtough luck.â he replied, voice low but unwavering as his eyes searched hers.Â
she opened her mouth to argue, but his hand gently brushed a stray piece of hair from her face, and the words seemed to fade. Â
âits the worst thing in the world, seeing the hurt on your face. i hate it.â avery looked down, but he tilted her chin back up. âand,â he murmured, âi hate the people inferior who project their own problems onto you, because they feel like they can, even more.âÂ
avery couldnât argue with the rest of what he said, but she needed to say something.Â
âno oneâs inferior to me.â she mumbledÂ
âplease,â jameson said with a deep chuckle, âi could name quite a few.â he said. âfor starters, that interviewerââ
avery cut jameson off with a light laugh, a sound that made jameson feel like the sun was shining down just for them two.Â
his eyes flickered all around her face, his own smile growing as he committed the picture to memory. âhe was the worst. am i wrong? tell me iâm wrong.â he teased, selfishly wanting more laughter out of avery because he loved it so much.
she shook her head vigorously, âno,â she laughed, âgod, no. he was the worst. i hate that idiot.âÂ
jameson let out another one of his bigger chuckles, âkeep going,â he joked, âthereâs my heiress.âÂ
avery rolled her eyes jokingly, feeling the last of her worry fade away. âi wanted to punch him square in the face,â she said, and jameson rose his brows in amusement and nodded enthusiastically.
she continued, âbut that doesnât matter anymore, because youâre here now, and thatâs more important.âÂ
he let out a breath, his shoulders loosing the last of their tension. âis that so?â he murmured, his hand slipping around her waist, pulling her a bit closer.
âyeah, it is.â and before he could protest or mention anything about her emotions any longer, she leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.Â
he melted into her, arms wrapping around her fully, and tighter. she felt like she could stay in his arms for all eternity as she put her arms around his neck.Â
the kiss was brief, reassuring, but enough to melt away the last traces of his worry.
when she pulled back, jameson was looking at her with softness in his eyesâ one rarely seen by others, but always seen by her.Â
his thumb brushed over her cheek, and his eyes travelled her face all over. he looked deep in thought, and avery could sense a question was stirring.Â
âheiress?â
she hummed, âyes, jamie?â
âyou know, i never mean to be,â he hesitated slightly, âoverbearing, or controlling, i justâŠâ he paused, pressing his lips together in a line as he racked his brain for the right words.Â
âyeah, i know, jamie.â she nodded slightly with her hand brushing the sides of his face, understanding what he couldnât verbalize.
his hand held her hand that was on his face, and moved it back down.Â
both their hands were locked together now, and jameson rested his forehead on hers gently.
avery was so sure he would lean in for another kiss, perhaps one less tentative, now that she could see the tension had dissolved from his shoulders.Â
she let herself relax, realizing that she stopped fidgeting with jamesonâs hands a while ago.Â
he brought her so much peace without even trying. she wondered if she ever did the same for himâ and then jameson broke the silence.Â
âiâm still getting him fired, by the way.â
avery laughed quietly, almost scoffing in amusement. she bit back her smile as she shook her head, taking a slight step back, hands still intertwined. âof course you are.â
âfor you, heiress?â his cheshire grin slowly returned, reeling her back in close. he shrugged, âiâd do much worse.â
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Continue yours and Myrtle's discussion about Armin being a Twilight fan, what if it's a plot twist, and it's ARMIN who introduced Mikasa to Twilight?
Like, he was *analysing* everything and reading books and watching movies, but was ashamed of it, and Mikasa once spotted him writing another long essay about, "The more Edward loves Bella, the more he thinks he's in danger: principles of the selective abstraction and polarizes thinking", and so he introduced her with the saga after this.
BONUS: before AruAni became a thing, Armin heard Annie playing and singing Paramore - Decode, and he was mesmerized by her voice, playing and beauty, and so he was so smitten with her, that he didn't even notice that Annie was, in fact, smitten with him, too. It took them a while before they became a couple, but when they did, Annie plays Decode only for him :3
HI ANNAAAA, AND OH MY GOD YES!! THIS IS SUCH A GREAT IDEA AAAAAAGH, thank you for sending it in!! <3
It turned out rather long ahaha, so i'll put it under the cut. Please do beware of the angst ahead :3
So in a high school au, let's say Armin was 16 this year. That would mean that he was born in the same year the first Twilight movie was released (2008), just 3 weeks before. So, imagine his parents, a young couple, new parents to a little bundle of light, huddling up on the little couch in their little apartment, trying to ignore the cold, switching through channels to make the time pass. They randomly get to a channel streaming Twilight, so they watch it all. And little Armin doesn't cry once, he just stares at the screen with those big eyes of his, as if he understood everything that was going on. For the next 5 years, each November they would watch the release of another Twilight movie (except for that one time in like 2010 when they released it in June). And after the saga was complete, they'd watch it all in November, maybe even on Armin's birthday to make it more special. Until the day he turned 10, and his parents didn't come homeâ they never came home again, it was just him and his grandfather. Yet every time he missed them, he put on a Twilight movie, and the grief would get a little more bearable.
So as he grew older, he grew more attached to the saga. He started analysing everything about it, every little detail, because it made him feel closer to his parents. But he never shared those ideas, because they were so intimate and he was already getting bullied enough- so, he kept them in a little notebook. Until one day in math class when he was about 13 or 14, he was scribbling down ideas for that essay you mentioned- "The more Edward loves Bella, the more he thinks he's in danger" (which is such a cool title btw, love it). And Mikasa peeked over his shoulder and read a bit, and she was so engrossed with it that she didn't stop pestering him until he showed her the movies.Which was life changing for Mikasa, because she now finally had something she truly loved, but also for Armin- someone liked his ideas; he got to share his love for the series again, and it made him happy. So he finally found the courage to share his analyses and ideas, and they were well recieved by the fandom.
But he never finished that essay, not until he met Annie. He met her just as you said- he heard her singing once and was irrevocably in love. Except, i head canon that Annie would be such a distant and quiet person in high school, it would take a LOT to get close to her. Not only is she aloof, she's also extremely direct- so all his efforts to sit with her or strike up conversation ended up in her berating him for bugging her. Besides, there was Bert too, always two steps behind Annie in an almost stalky manner, but she seemed to indulge his presence better than Armin's.
So, Armin gave up on trying to pursue her. He accepted the fact that he was the Jacob in this situation and that his Bella has chosen the giant vampire, and drowned himself into his theories and analysis. He found that essay in his drafts, and decided to work on it again. "The more Edward loves Bella, the more he thinks he's in danger: principles of the selective abstraction and polarized thinking". It helped to put his own feelings and love somewhere.
But the bullies found it. They found his notebook, tore it all up, gave him one hell of a beating. Armin was left bruised and broken and with a ruined notebook. His work, his life's purpose- gone. He didn't know what to do, so he picked himself up, gathered the pieces of paper that used to be his essay, and started walking astray through the school. Until he heard soft guitar tunes coming out of the music room, and found Annie there, playing her guitar, wearing a scowl on her face. Somehow, her scowl only deepened when she saw him.
"I didn't know where else to go." He couldn't go home and worry his grandpa, and he couldn't go to his friends either, or Eren would have caused a scene. "Is it cool if I stay here? I promise not to bother you."
Annie looked him up and down, examining him thoroughly, her eyes widening the slightest bit at the sight of his bruises. "It's whatever," she finally said.
So they sat in the music room, each doing their own thing. Armin put his essay back together, and Annie carried on with her song. No word was spoken between them that day, or the next day, or the next week, yet there was peace in the quiet and comfort in the silent understanding passed between them. But Annie's silence turned into nods of aknowledgement and later into quiet 'hi's. Armin's turned into little smiles and stolen glances, and occasional "hey do you want some chips?"s. One day, two months into this arrangement, as she was taking a little break from her guitar and munching on his chips, she asked about that essay of his.
"How come you haven't finished it yet, don't you have a deadline for it?"
And so, feeling extremely self conscious, Armin beat around the bush and said that it was this silly character analyses for a show he liked.
The next day, Annie was playing another song, but he didn't recognize it at first because she played it in little sequences, never in full length. Eventually, maybe three or four weeks later, she asked him to put his essay aside for a minute and just listen, and she played Paramore's Decode, both guitar and voice. Armin was left absolutely mesmerized, so much so that he didn't know what to say, staring at Annie with a big dumb smile on his face. But the more he stared, the more self aware Annie became. She flushed a deep red, picked up all her stuff in a hurry and left.
That was the moment Armin realized he was completely smitten. He went home, sat down at his desk- and decided to finish his essay that very day, give it to Annie in the morning, and confess his love through it. Which is exactly what he did. He was an absolute zombie the next day, having barely slept, but when he made it to the music room his heart was beating like crazy against his chest.
Annie got flustered when she saw him. "This is my room, I found it first. If you're gonna sit there and mock me for what I play, then you can stick your nose right up your-"
He thrusted the papers in her arms. "Just read this," he demanded.
Annie looked between him and the papers with skeptical eyes, but eventually sat down and started reading through them. Armin sat next to her and carefully watched her face as she read, taking into account every little change in her expression.
When she was done, Annie sat the papers neatly between them.
"Okay. And?"
"What do you think?"
"What does this have to do with me?"
Armin took a deep breath in, building up his courage. He couldn't back out now.
"This is how I feel about you. What do you think?"
#the amount of knowledge i have on this saga is sorta concerning actually#but i had so much fun with this!!#thank you anna for the creative boost#asks and answers#armin arlert#aot school castes#aruani#aot school castes x twilight#aot x twilight au
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Azz will write his memoirs as the right hand of the Demon King Iruma, and the book will have to be sold with a huge warning about historical inaccuracies.
#Yes this book was written by Asmodeus Alice himself#And yes#he was the hand of the demon king Sullivan Iruma#one of his closest followers and companions#but it did NOT happen this way according to various sources of the time#âWhy are they publishing Azz-Azz fanfic?â Clara Valac another of the 13 crowns and also a close friend of King Iruma#had said the first time this book was released#Though her version of the facts was not very reliable either#mairuma
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i still think a lot about how technically, it's implied Anubis and Walt started dating each other before they asked out Sadie, and if Sadie had said she wasn't interested they would have gone "Entirely fair have a nice day" and proceed to just go continue to date each other.
Cause like, that was the entire thing. They decided that themselves. That things would work best if they were together (as in both physically sharing a body and also relationship-wise). The "asking Sadie about it" part was secondary. If she had said no, they would have stayed together, because among other things Walt would kind of die if they didn't. Walt and Anubis are technically the first gay couple in the Riordanverse. AND they're in a polyamorous relationship with Sadie. Why does no one talk about them ever.
#tkc#the kane chronicles#riordanverse#walt stone#anubis tkc#sadie kane#saltnubis#< great ship name btw#and for anyone who says ''i dont think Rick intended that'' mind you this book was released like#six months before HoH came out (and. subsequently also. Nico.)#like. Rick was not ignorant of queer stuff at that time. he was actively writing it into HoO/HoH while writing both simultaneously#if Sadie had said no they wouldn't have just gone ''okay Sadie pick one of us and the other will cease to exist on the mortal plane''#they would have gone ''okay well good luck we have a coffee date scheduled so we're gonna go do that''#saltnubis is still probably the most entertaining solution to a love triangle in middle grade media i have ever encountered#even some YA media. just ''yeah so we solved both our major problems by dating but like. we know you like both of us sooooo...?''#also hilarious that meanwhile Carter's romance arc is ''so turns out my first girlfriend was a clone made of pottery''#''and the actual girl has never met me and this is kinda awkward''
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tuesday new release for november 7:
i spent half the evening monitoring the line at the midnight release for iron flame AND trying to sneak in snippets of jungkook on jimmy fallon (lol) since i had my phone bc i was also taking photos for the party
sooooo yeah. but there's LOTS of stuff out today
iron flame, book 2 of the empyrean saga by rebecca yarros is out! as is the holiday edition of fourth wing (red! very pretty! also: sprayed edges!)
latest installment in christopher paolini's eragon series, murtagh, plus the large hardcover illustrated eragon to pair with it
my name is barbra, a brick of a memoir ($47 list!) by la streisand
remembrance a collection of the correspondence of ray bradbury
resurrection walk new mickey haller AND harry bosch law thriller from michael connelly
novel the future, by naomi alderman
new naturals by gabriel bump
so late in the day: stories of women and men by claire keegan
the olympian affair, a new cinder spires novel by jim butcher
"clive cussler" released the corsican shadow
ben mezrich - the bringing down the house poker story guy- release breaking twitter, possibly one of the most topically relevant books today
teddy and booker t. about roosevelt and washington "blazing a path for racial equality" from bestselling historian brian kilmeade
h.w. brands new book on the history of american politics founding partisans
love redesigned by lauren asher, first in new lakewood billionaires series
chestnut springs series book four reckless by elsie silver
katee roberts' first in a new series hunt on dark waters
in YA we have:
the second book in the lightspark series by alex aster, nightbane
sequel to the way i used to be by amber smith, the way i am now
powerless by lauren roberts
and a paperback teen romance from ali hazelwood, check mate
same as ever: a guide to what never changes from psychology of money author morgan housel
the fund, about ray dalio, bridgewater associates, and wall street shenanigans by rob copeland
class, a story of single motherhood and higher education, by stephanie land
lyrics by paul mccartney is out in paperback
world within a song from jeff tweedy
living the beatles legend: the untold story of mal evans, longtime beatles roadie and personal assistant, by kenneth womack
and new d&d heroes' feast: flavors of the multiverse cookbook
and finally: SYSTEM COLLAPSE is here!!!! the new murderbot story from martha wells!!!!
to paraphrase: un-follow me now, this is gonna be the only thing i talk about for the next week. ive been waiting forever it feels like. fuck.
(a tiny exaggeration bc i know i will also be obsessed with jk and standing next to you for the next little while but you get the idea)
#tuesday new releases#... and a lot more! because it's the season lol#gods i'm tired#many peopke picking up their yarros books were also grabbing the new releases we had set out for midnight#so that was nice#but the weirdest behavior tonight was just the seeming overwhelming impulse to stand in line#like people were lining up spontaneously - we said 'we'll call you when it's time to line up'#but people just started coagulating in clumps - even though we said those with reservations would get their books first#like we still had everybody through the line by half past so it's not like lining up late would have really cost time???#a co-worker was just like 'they really want to be told what to do' and like i'm happy the majority-female crowd#was polite and tidy but y'know have a little fun with it if you're gonna be up thst late#idk maybe they were just tired and sitting in line takes less mental effort
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In this book you focus on the idea of gender as a global âphantasmâ â this charged, overdetermined, anxiety- and fear-inducing cluster of fantasies that is being weaponised by the right. How did you go about starting to investigate that? Judith Butler: When I was burned in effigy in Brazil in 2017, I could see people screaming about gender, and they understood âgenderâ to mean âpaedophilia.â And then I heard people in France describing gender as a Jewish intellectual movement imported from the US. This book started because I had to figure out what gender had become. I was naĂŻve. I was stupid. I had no idea that it had become this flash point for right-wing movements throughout the world. So I started doing the work to reconstruct why I was being called a paedophile, and why that woman in the airport wanted to kill me with the trolley. Iâm not offering a new theory of gender here; Iâm tracking this phantasmâs formation and circulation and how itâs linked to emerging authoritarianism, how it stokes fear to expand state powers. Luckily, I was able to contact a lot of people who translated Gender Trouble in different parts of the world, who were often gender activists and scholars in their own right. They told me about whatâs happening in Serbia, whatâs happening in Brazil, Chile, Argentina, Russia. So I became a student of gender again. Iâve been out of the field for a while. I stay relatively literate, of course, but Iâve written on war, on ethics, on violence, on nonviolence, on the pandemic⊠Iâm not in gender studies all the time. I had to do a lot of reading. Thereâs a lot of focus in the book on how the anti-gender movement has moved across the world in the past few decades, and how itâs inextricable from Catholic doctrine. It was clarifying for me; domestic anti-trans movements in the UK mostly self-identify as secular. Judith Butler: In the UK, and even in the US, people donât realise that this anti-gender ideology movement has been going on for some time in the Americas, in central Europe, to a certain degree in Africa, and that itâs arrived in the US by different routes, but itâs arrived without announcing its history. It became clear to me that a lot of the trans-exclusionary feminists didnât realise where their discourse was coming from. Some of them do; some people who call themselves feminists are aligned with right-wing positions, and itâs confusing, but there it is. Thereâs an uncomfortable history of fascist feminism in movements like British suffragism, for instance. Judith Butler: Yes, and of racism. But when Putin made clear that he agreed with JK Rowling, she was probably surprised, and she rightly said, âno, I donât want your allianceâ, but it was an occasion for her to think about who sheâs allying herself with, unwittingly or not. The anti-gender movement was first and foremost a defence of Biblical scripture, and of the idea that God created man and woman, and that the human form exists only in this duality and that without it, the human is destroyed â Godâs creation is destroyed. So that morphed, as the Vaticanâs doctrine moved into Latin America, into the idea that people who advocate âgenderâ are forces of destruction who seek to destroy man, woman, the human, civilisation and culture.Â
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million dollar darling | jeon jungkook
summary: jeon jungkook is well aware of how privileged he is to have been born into the life he was given. it was glamorous and influential yet close-knit and suffocating, something he thought he wanted to escape from. a trip back home to the circle of wealth and snottiness for his best friendâs million dollar wedding has reminded him of all the reasons why he wanted to leave in the first place⊠and all the reasons he should stay â the main one being you, the spoiled rich girl he knew was utterly perfect for him.
⣠genre/au: jungkook x model!reader [she/her, female anatomy], old money au, smut, plot [soft on the e2l/f2l tropes]
[loosely inspired by âcrazy rich asiansâ movie/book by kevin kwan]
âŁ19.7k words
warnings: heavy plot. smut. model oc. jk is a wander but heâs really just a rich guy in disguise. oc and jk got heavy tension but good banter. oc is kinda snotty but not really? namjoon x oc [not y/n]. rich, old money snotty bts. sex on a yacht. teasing. foreplay. oral [f and m receiving]. jk goes to town on oc. cunnilingus. unprotected. missionary. oc on top. jk is tatted up in a polo. heavy makeout. breast play. fingering. dirty talk. oc goes down on jk while heâs on the phone with hobi đ. jkâs villain arc as he slowly turns back into a cocky rich boy hehe. jk gets sex flashbacks at dolce and gabbana
âCome on, itâs my wedding and I want you as my best man. Do it for your best friend.â
The sky had been clear when he landed, a bright blue cloudless sky that resembled the clarity of the sea he had left behind. The air already seemed stiffer and the bleakness of the airport brought his mood down almost immediately.
The only thing to make him somewhat happy to be home was the sight of the person in front of him, a huge grin on his face as he saw him. The man was dressed casual in a pair of sweats and a hoodie but the small details of his watch matched with the luxury car parked outside brought unwelcome attention to Jungkook when people stared.
âI was worried you bailed last minute,â Namjoon said with a grin as he pulled him into a hug, âItâs good to see you.â
âI wouldnât,â Jungkook reached into the pocket of his oversized black hoodie and slid his face mask off, taking a cigarette and lighting it once they were outside the airport, âItâs been too long without seeing your beautiful face.â
âYeah, donât tell Yeonwoo, but Iâd marry you if you werenât such a man,â Namjoon joked, playfully flirting which Jungkook just laughed off.
âToo bad youâre not my type,â Jungkook patted his shoulder apologetically, âBesides, where is the bride?â
âGetting her hair done for tonight,â Namjoon said as they got into a Bentley Mulssane, âAlso, please drive, Iâm scared.â
âHyung,â Jungkook scoffed, taking the keys anyway, âIf you hate driving so much why buy an expensive car?â
âYeonwoo liked the color,â Namjoon said as he got in the passengerâs seat of his own car, âAre you staying with your parents? I could still find you an apartment.â
âFor a week? Donât bother, Iâm staying at a hotel,â Jungkook said, turning the engine on and driving out.
Namjoon sighed, âSo you really are leaving again?â
âWas there ever a doubt I was?â Jungkook asked in surprise.
âDuh, kid. We miss you, you rarely call, you never visit, you barely respond and we know nothing that goes on with you,â Namjoon said, âI thought once you got your fill of life experiences, youâd come back.â
Jungkook didnât say anything at that, sniffling uncomfortably as he tried switching the subject, âSo, whoâs my partner?â
This time Namjoon was the one to freeze up, staring out the window with sunglasses on and his jaw locked. With a shy smile, he asked, âAre you gonna bring a date?â
His brows furrowed as he looked at his friend, âWhoâs the Maid of Honor?â
Namjoon released a nervous laugh, âY/n L/n.â
The silence in the car was loud and from the way Jungkookâs jaw tensed and his eyes narrowed, it was easy to see he wasnât happy about that. You? You were the Maid of Honor and his partner down the aisle?
âYou know, her and Yeonwoo are close and Yeonwooâs always thinking about who looks the best next to her on camera and obviously sheâs gonna choose the runway model but listen,â Namjoon could barely catch a breath, âY/nâs matured more now and sheâs going to be there tonight so please be on your best behavior.â
âTonight? Whatâs tonight?â Jungkookâs tone was sharper now and Namjoon huffed in annoyance.
âThe rehearsal dinner on the pier, it was all in the catalog I sent you,â Namjoon said, âItâs for press. Our parents want to get it on Forbes and Vogue, they want to make it the Wedding of the Year.â
They both laughed at that and Jungkook sighed, âSo thereâs gonna be cameras?â
âYeah but donât worry they wonât focus on you,â Namjoon said with a smirk, âThe attentionâs going on me.â
When Jungkook pulled up to the hotel he would be staying at for the week, Namjoon left him to settle in with a promise that he would make it tonight so he had no choice not to. A letter from a close friend was sitting on the coffee table and he set his things down to get it.
It was a big envelope with a card and a few things rattling inside that made him curious. Jungkook turned the envelope down so the contents would fall onto his palm and a roll of condoms slipped out.
âWelcome home buddy, enjoy the penthouse and may all your frustrations come undone â Jung Hoseok.â
The note itself made him scoff in disbelief. His womanizing friend making jokes before theyâve actually reunited. He left the things on the table and left to shower, doing what he could to make himself look presentable for tonight.
Tonight was the beginning of a soon-to-be hectic week of photoshoots, brunches, parties and finally the wedding. You were one of the ones front and center, never taking the limelight from the bride but carrying your own sense of grace that had people turning heads when you walked into a roomâor in this case riverwalk.
You vowed to appear your best tonight and opted for a silk, powder blue Prada dress paired with Swarovski crystals on your neck. You did your part as Maid of Honor, directing all attention to your friend, polite smile and gentle assurance when needed in front of a crowd. Yeonwoo found it comical how well you fit into character when you need to.
âThe perfect friend,â Yeonwoo joked as you dabbed smeared lip gloss from her lips, âWhat would I do without you?â
âOh, I hope you never have to find out,â You said in a gentle voice that feigned innocence and longing. Yeonwoo laughed as she was called toward other people and you let her go as you found the nearest server holding a glass of champagne. You took a glass, turning toward the railing overlooking the shore, tipping your glass back and chugging as much of the drink as possible.
âSo this is where the Maid of Honor will be spending her night?â A familiar deep voice spoke up from behind you and a mischievous smile grew on your face. You set the glass down, straightened your posture and turned to him with a soft gaze.
âNow you know thatâs not fair, Joon, Iâve been with Yeonwoo most of the night,â you told him, already motioning for another server to give you a glass, completely ignoring the man standing beside him.
âI believe you, darling, now why donât you come say hi to the Best Man,â Namjoon pushed Jungkook forward who just glared at him in response, âYou remember Jeon Jungkook, right?â
âItâs been two years, not ten,â You said, finally looking at Jungkook with a glimmer of annoyance in your eyes, matched by his stare of unamusement.
âAlright well why donât you two get reacquainted while I search for the gorgeous love of my life,â Namjoon said, making his escape as quick as possible.
âYou counted?â Jungkook asked, taking just one step toward you, trying to stop his eyes from trailing down your figure.
âOf course,â You said sarcastically, âIâve just missed you so.â
He couldnât stop the roll of his eyes as he turned to the water, âYou knew we were partners?â
âObviously, I know everything,â you said with a scoff that had his tongue pressing against his cheek, clearly annoyed, âLike how youâre staying at one of the Jungâs hotels instead of home. How you plan on leaving still, where you landed, how long youâve been herââ
âSo youâre stalking me?â Jungkook asked, only half joking.
âDonât you wish,â you laughed, âYouâre all over the news.â
His smile dropped. When he had nothing to say, you grew bored and left him behind, making sure to lightly graze your fingers against his arm as you said, âAnd just remember, youâre the one who despises me, not the other way around.â
With that, you left without looking back and he was left watching the sway of your hips when you walked away.
Money rules the world, even when people want to say it doesnât. The people who have it are living the dream and the ones who donât, want the dream. It doesnât even have to be the luxurious wonders of the world, it could be as little as financial stability or surviving. At the end of the day, it was a Rich Manâs world and this group of individuals were born lucky.
First, the groom: Kim Namjoon. The man with it all, the money, the family, the education, son of millionaires with three hospitals in their name and a line of pharmacies all across the globe.
The bride: soon-to-be, Kim Yeonwoo. The heiress to half a dozen airlines, an airport funded by her family for decades and a beautiful island in her name off the coast.
Kim Seokjin, practically a prince, generations worth of politicians, the highest education and a trust fund worth millions. He was the one youâll see with the president or in Australia, golfing with men in charge.
Jung Hoseok, the hotel heir to a chain of ten thousand hotels across the globe. He was the one youâll most likely catch partying in Venice with a princess whose name he couldnât actually rememberâor maybe giving a waitress the night of her life.
Min Yoongi, eldest son of an elite banking firm formed a hundred years ago. He was private about his life, similar to Jungkook, he only came out when he was summoned by one of the others.
Kim Taehyung was wild as Hoseok but more quiet about it. Heâll soon be heir of the billion dollar empire his family built in the Art world of museums and curations and performing arts.
Now, Jungkookâs story was a bit different from the others. His family worked in land development, most of the country being built on the backs of the Jeonâs who brought cities to rural areas and avoided the publicâs eye.
They had the kind of old money that everyone knew, even when they tried to stay out of the news.
It was the kind of old money, people could never stop talking about and you understood what that meant most.
There was a mystery to the fortune of your family, it was old money, so old nobody knew where it came from. Some say oil, some claim aristocrats but it was too far back, and too private for any to know. All the public knew were the generous and loving philanthropists and their perfect daughter, the Nationâs Sweetheart, you.
You really were loved by all, the camera, the press, everyone. They all saw the kind, innocent girl in the publicâs eye but only a few saw the snotty, spoiled and downright disrespectful side of you that was real.
Where Jungkook craved independence and isolation from his family name, you soaked in it. The attention. The money. The dependence, you were the complete opposite of him and it drew him insane.
One might ask why he was around you if he really did despise you, but for a long time it wasnât up to him. The group didnât all become friends one magical night when you compared your familyâs net worth.
No, this bond had grown between galas, private academies, horse riding lessons at the country club and family businesses. It was a very elite, classist society where only the ultra rich could really only trust in each other and keep a country afloat off of it.
Do you think Namjoon would have been allowed to marry Yeonwoo if her parents werenât as rich as they were?
Do you think Seokjin would have married his wife that he met at Oxford if her family hadnât been international shipping magnates?
It was like a spider web, they were all connected in some way, all controlled and thatâs what Jungkook hated.
He loved his friends, truly, but he hated the control. Not a single one of them had real freedom and every little thing they did came with a price and he couldnât live that way anymore. He understood his own privilege and how lucky he was to grow up in such a way but he knew there was more to life than just that. When he left home for the first time, he didnât expect to feel so free. It was like a sense of independence heâs not sure any of his friends have felt and now that heâs back heâs reminded once again of how suffocating it all is.
There had to be at least a hundred guests in attendance tonight and he couldnât find a moment of silence. The suit he wore felt uncomfortable and he hated the way it seemed to confine him, make him more rigid and stiff.
âPlease Jungkook, I was only being funny. Did it bother you that much?â Hoseok asked with a tinge of mischief in his voice.
âNo,â Jungkook shrugged as he looked around the banquet hall, âI just found it unnecessary.â
âReally? I wouldâve assumed the opposite considering youâll be spending a lot of time with Y/n this week,â Taehyung said with a shrug as the three of them stood off to the side, talking amongst themselves as the guests of the charity banquet focused on your parents who stood on stage making some speech about the importance of giving.
As if on cue, the spotlight turned toward you where you smiled politely and acted shyly for the cameras.
A scoff left his lips as he pulled his gaze away from you, âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Hoseok chuckled, âOh come on man, everyone knows you have a thing for herâyouâre really bad at hiding it.â
With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook stepped away from his friends, âYou guys donât know anything.â
He didnât have a thing for you.
Sure, youâve known each other for a long time but that means nothing. Heâs known them all for a long time and if anything he's made his distaste toward you pretty evident. When you were younger it was only because you were so spoiled and the attention had to always be on you. He hated watching everyone fall for your sweetness and do whatever you asked of them. He almost fell for it himself a couple times but then he would see the way you judged or looked down on people and he just despised you more.
Thereâs nothing about you that attracts him aside from your looksâŠ
Tonight you were dressed more modestly in a Chanel sweater and skirt set that looked like you would soon be relaxing at the country club. You wore a black headband with a bow on it and satin gloves, looking as polite as ever while you talked to anyone who approached you.
You were the perfect, doting daughter and anyone with eyes could see that.
âSo how mad are you?â Yeonwoo asked once you had settled back in your chair next to her and Namjoon. Even Namjoon seemed to listen in on the question, waiting to hear what you would say.
âWhat do I have to be mad at?â You asked with a tight smile as you reached toward her to fix a slight smudge on her cheek, â Jungkook?â
âWell, we know you have some sort of disliking toward each other butâŠâ Yeonwoo bit her lip nervously, âJoonie and Jungkook are really close.â
âWe know you two donât like each other but you should have expected this, right?â Namjoon chuckled nervously, âYouâre both our best friends andâŠâ
âAm I saying anything?â You asked.
They shared a look with each other, âI guess not.â
You smiled, âOkay, then letâs just make sure everything runs smoothly this week.â
You did in fact feel a type of way about Jeon Jungkook but you werenât going to admit that right now surrounded by so many people always lingering around trying to listen. Youâve learned to be very careful about how you act in public and thereâs no way your friends will get you to act out by asking about him.
Jungkook was not someone you wished to exhort so much energy on. He wasnât worth anything to you and despite how many years youâve known him, youâve never wished to get to know him. You donât care where he goes when heâs not home or who he talks to, nor what he does. He doesnât cross your mind at all through your normal day to day and you surely werenât going to let him in this week. All he has going for him is his money and his looks.
Ever since you learned he would be the Best Man you thought about what that would mean and accepted that he would be the one to walk with you down the aisle. Despite not being happy about it, you managed to hide your resentment quite well.
You know how he feels about you and over time thatâs made you develop a disliking toward him which you find only fair. He might dislike you for being spoiled but you dislike him for being so entitled.
For some reason, he thinks distancing himself from this life means heâs better than everyone else and you hate that. He thinks that by moving away and making his own money suddenly makes him different than the rest of you but thatâs not true. He just wants to act like heâs self made so he can feel superior to all of you trust fund babies and that is what annoyed you.
After some time third wheeling, you were getting tired and slightly annoyed watching the couple act lovey dovey. You hated couples, they grossed you out even if they were your best friends.
âMind if I keep you company? You look like you need it.â
With a furrow in your brows, you turned to face the person who felt the need to whisper in your ear and get close to you without permission. A smile spread across your lips at the man standing directly behind you, his arm draping over your front and hugging you.
âHello, darling, Iâve missed you,â Jiminâs voice was soft yet sultry and you gave each other kisses on the cheek in greeting as he moved to the empty seat beside you.
âI didnât realize you were back,â You said to him, âHow was Paris?â
He released a sigh, âOh the usual, shopping⊠a few events here and there.â
âMhm, and whenâd you get back?â You asked, now intrigued by his presence.
âJust last night. I was planning on visiting you earlier but things came up,â Jimin said, adjusting the Swiss watch on his wrist, admiring the shine, âWhat has happened since I was gone?â
âOh God, heâs back,â Hoseok rolled his eyes from across the room, âI ran into him in Marseille the other day and the guy wanted to act like he didnât know me.â
âHeâs been insufferable since Uni,â Taehyung muttered under his breath, âI donât understand why Y/n puts up with him.â
âWho?â Jungkook asked, only half curious. He hadnât been paying attention until he heard your name and his reason for hearing it was purely coincidental.
âPark Jimin,â Hoseok clarified, making Jungkook look closer at the man who sat very close to you, making you smile and touch his arms when you spoke.
âAm I supposed to know who that is?â Jungkook seemed indifferent as he looked down at his glass of champagne, trying to resist the urge to look back at you.
âNot at all,â Taehyung said, âHeâs just some guy we went to Uni with here. I donât know how he met Y/n though, probably at some shitty party but heâs nobody that matters.â
Well⊠Park Jimin was the son of starlets. His great grandmother, his grandmother was an actress, his mother was an actress and heâs been in a few independent films here and there. He spends most of his time sailing on yachts or speaking of the Cannes Film Festival. Heâs insanely rich, but heâs still not rich enough despite his accumulated generational wealth.
Unlike Jungkookâs wealth which held actual value especially in real estate, Jiminâs just didnât compare to his or any of his friends for that matter. So why did you seem captivated by him?
He is aware he shouldnât think this way, itâs only him reverting back to his old self which was all arrogance and entitlement. He shouldnât think about how much wealthier he was compared to Jimin.
Unfortunately, Jungkook couldnât seem to drag his gaze away from the pair as he tipped his champagne glass back, liquid pouring down his throat.
âDo you think sheâll take him to the wedding? I doubt Namjoon or Yeonwoo would ever invite him themselves,â Hoseok said and the three seemed like a group of gossips, the way they huddled around each other.
In Jungkookâs defense, he was barely listening to his friends. He was too busy watching the interaction happening not far from where he stood, eyes narrowed trying to understand what was happening.
First, he didnât like you. He found you unbearable and you were the epitome of everything he hated about the High Society he had been raised in.
Second, he was only looking because you were next to his best friends. Maybe he wanted to see how in love Namjoon and Yeonwoo were but he couldnât see because of you and your⊠friend.
Third, he wanted to know how you managed to stand out in your outfit despite the room being filled with people in extravagant clothes.
âIâm not sure, actually, rumors say she might,â Taehyung said and Jungkook couldnât help but look over.
âWhat?â
âWeâre just wondering if the Maid of Honor would bring her little boy toy to the wedding,â Hoseok said, looking at Jungkook as his jaw tensed, âWhat do you think?â
âI donât care if Y/n brings anyone, weâre just dates for the pictures and ceremony,â Jungkook said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
âSo are you going to take a date too then?â Taehyung asked.
âMaybe,â Jungkook said as a server came around holding a tray of champagne glasses and he switched his empty one out for a full one. He didnât bother to look back at his friends as he began walking away, âIâll be back.â
âItâs so hard for him to act like he doesnât care.â
âKook! Come here, man,â Namjoon said with a wide grin as he saw his best friend walking by them. Jungkook didnât bother glancing down at you as he greeted his friend.
âKooky, I havenât seen you all night,â Yeonwoo stood up to hug him, âPlease donât seduce my future husband, everyone has already RSVPâd.â
âOh Yeonie,â Jungkook softly caressed her cheek, tipping her chin up to look at him, âIf I wanted him, I would have had him by now.â
âJoon!â Yeonwoo whined clinging to Namjoon who just winked at Jungkook, further amplifying his fiancĂ©âs feigned sobs. Jungkook smiled watching her squirm and without him meaning to, he let his gaze fall toward you.
âY/n.â
You met his intense stare with your own and you could hear Jimin say he was going to get a drink but you didnât look at him. You looked down at what Jungkook was wearingâa plain black Prada suit, how boring. âJungkook.â
âIs that who youâre bringing to the wedding?â Jungkook asked, looking back at the infamous Park Jimin who stood with Taehyung and Hoseok, all three of them pretending to enjoy each otherâs company.
âMaybe, we do get along very well,â you said with a sly smile as you stood up, not yet reaching Jungkookâs height but he didnât intimidate you, âIs that a problem?
âNo,â Jungkook said, voice low and deep, âI was just curious.â
âAnd why were you curious?â You asked, a mocking tone in your voice that he didnât like, âDo tell me, how often are you curious about what I do?â
A scoff left his lips as he looked away from you first, âIt was just a question, donât get ahead of yourself and think you matter to me more than you do.â
An evident pout appeared on your lips and for a second his expression changed with worry but the moment was fleeting. You just laughed [giggled, actually] and with a gentle touch to his arm, said, âNo need to lie to yourself.â
His eyes narrowed, anger bubbling up inside him when he heard a shutter of cameras going off, flash in his face and without thinking, he took your hand in his and left.
âIf you plan on kidnapping me, it wonât work,â You said teasingly as you left to some dark corner behind large pillars.
âIâm not going to put up with a week of your games,â Jungkook said as he let go of your hand, missing the way your eyes fell to the black ink on his knucklesâsomething you had never noticed before, not even on the yacht when it was dark out.
âThen stop playing into them,â you said with a laugh, âIf I drive you crazy, why bother talking to me at all? I think weâre both very capable of ignoring each other enough to not have to say a single word.â
âWhat I mean is, you can put on this act of yours for the cameras but donât drag me into it,â Jungkook told you, ignoring the idea you had thrown out there. He was referring to your strange smiles and touches you give him when in the public.
âIâm not dragging you into anything,â You rolled your eyes, âAnd you seem to forget all eyes have been on you since you got backâheir to the Jeon Corporation. What do you think people will say when they find out you dragged me out here all alone? The Big, Bad & Rebellious Jeon Jungkook and The Nationâs Sweetheart, me.â
His eyes shut with a hint of anger that he tried to subdue, âSweetheart?â
âThatâs what I said,â you smiled sweetly to prove your point making him scoff.
âYouâre not a sweetheart, youâre a spoiled brat,â Jungkook said, looking down at you in your pretty clothes with your pretty jewelry and your pretty face.
âNice of you to finally notice,â you said bitterly and with a roll of your eyes, you pushed into his shoulder on purpose as you walked past him, âBut weâre all the same, arenât we? Just some of us like to act all high and mighty because you leave home craving independence, ignoring your privilege to seem like better people.â
Jungkook felt the jab of your words but he let you walk past him without a rebuttal.
With a sense of frustration, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to collect himself to rejoin High Society and finish the night with his head held high.
When Jungkook left his hotel the day of the Bachelor Party, he hadnât been sure what to expect. Hoseok had done most of the planning for it since he had been abroad and when it comes to Hobi, you never know what to expect. It was almost two days of festivities and it was only toward the end that everyone would separate into their respective groups. That meant that once again he was forced into the same place as you.
The yacht sailed toward the private island the events would be at and as big as it was, he couldnât escape you. There were the main group of friends that were always together and a few added guests, mostly Yeonwooâs friends. Hoseok had already been hyping up the party tonight more than anything and everytime Namjoon would grow more worried. He didnât need a big party thrown by his notorious womanizing friend.
âSo what do the girls have planned?â Jungkook asked Namjoon as they sat at a table, looking at everyone aboard. Some people wore little clothing, others casual clothes, you wore something in between. It was casual yet attractive.
â I donât know, something probably calmer than what Hobiâs got for us,â Namjoon said but his friend had tuned him out after the first part, âY/n planned it all and leant us the Yacht for the guests.â
âThe yacht?â Jungkook asked, looking around at the luxury super yacht.
â14.7 million dollar yacht for Y/nâs birthday last year,â Namjoon explained to Jungkook, âShe wanted a Booze Cruise.â
Jungkook couldnât help but scoff, âSo Y/n got a yacht?â
âIt comes in handy, doesnât it?â A soft voice spoke from behind him and his breath hitched. You looked over to Namjoon, âYeonie is looking for you.â
âThe wife calls,â Namjoon said with a cheesy smile as he left you two behind.
âSo, are you ready to go party with Hobi tonight?â You asked with a laugh, âI heard heâs got some former Miss Universe models coming in.â
âOh, fun,â Jungkook said, slightly sarcastic.
âKook, youâre not old enough to not like partying with models,â You teased making him look over at you. For a moment he wondered if what you said had a double meaning considering you were a model but he didnât want to speak up about it.
âIâm sorry, Iâm not a party animal,â Jungkook said truthfully, only a hint of joking as he looked around at the packed floor, âI think even this is too much.â
âWow, how could you be a former Socialite if you donât like partying?â You asked, âIs it all that time in the jungle or desert you spent alone that changed you?â
Jungkook could hear the sarcasm in your tone but he knew it wasnât in an offensive way. He had backpacked to a small village in Indonesia for a few weeks before leaving to Nevada or Dubaiâand he hated that you knew it all. He enjoyed traveling alone and experiencing things alone; he doesnât need parties with too loud of music or too many drunks. Heâs like Namjoon, they want to celebrate with their small group of friends rather than a party full of strangers who donât even know what the occasion is.
âIt mightâve,â Jungkook said, clearing his throat and checked the time.
You didnât say much else after that and he got the impression that you grew bored talking to him. He looked at you still waiting to see if you would say something else but instead, you just looked off into the distance, not bothering to hide the sudden boredom you must have felt.
Heâs sure he could have found something else to say to you but it was no use when he could see you beginning to slip away when you looked down at your cellphone with a bright smile. You didnât utter out a goodbye as you left him behind to answer your phone, âChimmy, Iâve missed you. Howâs Morocco?â
âWarm,â Jimin said, âIâve just finished a shoot and I believe Iâll be back tomorrow.â
âOh I wonât be home, remember?â You said as the final thing Jungkook was able to hear from you before you walked away.
Jungkook couldnât help but look after you, thinking about who mightâve called you and how things were handled and he had to be honest, he was curious. He wasnât attracted to you but he found you attractive⊠He thought you were charming and charismatic but not enough for him to want you, maybeâŠ
The two of you just seem so different. Heâs seen as the Black Sheep of the group, not because heâs not wealthy or attractive but because his past decisions have apparently been awful ones.
He was never one for parties so he wasnât wild and defiant. He did make a declaration to leave all the money behind and pursue his dreamsâsomething rich people were not allowed to do. Especially not if you were next in line to inherit it all like Jungkook was.
You are more free than he is and yet you like being in your bubble. You like the glamor and the responsibilities because unlike him, you know how to play both sides. Do your parents care that youâre out wasted at European raves or sailing on your yacht with a foreign prince? No, why? Because you know how to act like the innocent, perfect princess youâre supposed to be.
Jungkook canât pretend that well. He canât hide his tattoos or piercings or signs of nonconformity.
So, yes, he finds you attractive but he canât let himself fall for you when he thinks youâre too different from each other. It just doesnât stop his brain from thinking about you though.
âHave you seen Y/n?â Jungkook asked Taehyung who had been sandwiched between two women he couldnât name.
Taehyung, evidently drunk, shook his head no, âAre you ready to confess your undying love for her?â
Jungkook rolled his eyes, scoffing as he said, âFuck off.â
All Taehyung did was laugh, making the girls he had his arms around laugh too and Jungkook left feeling annoyed. He was just curious to know where you were, thatâs all. Namjoon and Yeonwoo are busy making their rounds, greeting and thanking everyone on the boat and his other friends were off doing their own things. Heâs already spent too much time sulking by the railing, staring down at the dark blue water that he canât take it anymore. He doesnât want to drink to the point that heâs drunk so really, his last hope is you.
âHave you seen Y/n?â Jungkook asked as he went to the rooftop where Hoseok was sitting in a hot tub full of strangers. Hoseok looked like such an asshole [something Jungkook had permission to say] with his designer sunglasses and Vacheron Constantin watch, just barely above the water surface.
Hoseok barely glanced his way as he said, âI donât know, check downstairs.â
That was all Jungkook needed to know before he was heading down to find you. It took a while of asking any person he passed by, where you might be and through all this, he couldnât remember why he was looking for you in the first place.
He had no idea where he was going, he just found himself walking down what felt like endless corridors of rooms, following the directions of whatever housekeeper he could find. The boat really was big, and he couldnât wrap his mind around the fact that this was a simple birthday present.
âNow, who do we have here?â You looked down the empty hallway toward the man in front of you. It pained you to see just how attractive Jeon Jungkook really was.
You have to admit, he really knows how to dress for occasions. The rare times heâs photographed in some news article, heâs dressed casually, clearly trying to hide from the public eye but now that heâs back it seems his fashion has picked up. He wore a striped black flannel Dolce & Gabbana shirt tucked into cream colored slacks, and matching velvet black slippers from their newest collection.
âIâm just⊠wandering,â Jungkook cleared his throat, whatever excuse he had made up earlier, completely out of mind, âWhat happened to your dress?â
A large red stain adorned the front of your pink dress from the chest down your torso. You looked down at the stain with a roll of your eyes, âSome stupid bitch worker. Sheâs off the boat tomorrow.â
Jungkook widened his eyes, feeling you brush past him and down the hall, âSo youâre firing someone for spilling a drink?â
âUm, this is Valento? Do you know how hard it is to get rid of a stain like this?â You asked with a slight scoff as you went to the door straight at the end, pushing your key card in to open it, âIt took the dry cleaners ages last time.â
âI didnât take you as an Outfit Repeater to be worrying about things like that,â he stopped at the door, already looking around at what was evidently the master cabin. The water out the windows was a dark, midnight blue and it reflected into the room of silver and gray. It had a walk-in closet, and king sized bed with a view of the open water and a private deck. He didnât dare go in and put himself in personal quarters with you.
You gasped, stopping your movements of rummaging through your closet to say, âI am an environmentalist.â
He couldnât tell if you were being serious or not and he had to fight back a grin at how un-woke you sounded considering you were ruining the planet with a private yacht of this size.
You pulled out an off-white dress, a Jaquemus piece, âLa Robe Artichautâ, âUgh, after this week, I am firing a lot of people.â
âWhat happened this time?â Jungkook asked, leaning against the doorframe watching you, waiting for you to kick him out but you just went toward the windows overlooking the dark blue ocean. As much as you claimed to not get along, you talked like old friends.
You reached your hands toward your back, attempting to undo the back of your dress on your own, âI told my assistant not to pack anything close to white and she packs this dress? I swear people canât do anything right.â
âIf people ask just say youâre supposed to match me,â Jungkook said referring to his slacks, âYeonie wonât be mad her Maid of Honor is wearing off-white.â
âI guess,â you sighed, letting go of your dress and not bothering to look back at him as you said, âUndo the back.â
Jungkook stood silently at the door, staring at you with dark eyes. The fabric of your dress was thin and soft to the touchâhe could just tell with the way your figure had so effortlessly shaped the dress. It is a real pity you had to change out of it, heâll admit that, but now heâs been askedâno, demandedâto help you to take it off.
He has no idea why you think you could just boss him around but this seems to have always been the case. The two of you were never close in the past but the very few times you would run into each other⊠as much as he hated it, there was always some sort of tension there.
With your back to him, you hadnât seen the way he silently made his way across the room, shutting the door behind him as he went right to you. You could sense his presence behind you, see his reflection in the dark window and feel his rough fingers brush against your back.
âI meant to tell you, I like your shoes,â You said casually, his fingers beginning to work the knot that tied the ribbon of your dress, âMy friend wore them in Paris just a week ago.â
âFriend?â Jungkook raised a brow curiously, his eyes trained slowly on the ribbon he was ever so slowly pulling loose. His gaze shifted to your reflection in the window as he pulled a little rougher than earlier, âIs this the one youâre always running off on the phone with?â
âYou mean Park Jimin?â You asked, not bothering to react at all to his roughness or his speed, âYes, him.â
You could feel Jungkookâs deep exhale as he pulled it as loose as he could while still being appropriate, âAre you seeing him?â
A mischievous smile couldnât help but make its way to your face as you turned to face him, holding your arms around yourself modestly, âIs that what you wanted to talk about all along? You could have asked me earlier instead of spending who knows how long looking for me.â
He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself agreeing with you, and with a tense jaw he asked again, âWell, are you?â
âIâm going to get changed,â you motioned toward the door, telling him to leave, âUnless you want to help me with that too.â
A scoff left his lips as he took a step back, annoyed that you wouldnât just answer his question and annoyed he even cared enough to ask. What did it matter to Jungkook if you took a date? He wasnât in a relationship with you and he barely considered you a friend.
When he wasnât here and he was traveling, he was perfectly fine not knowing a thing about you aside from whatever article or magazine you appeared in. Why now that he returns and he sees how⊠glamorously beautiful you are, is he curious about you?
âAnd just so weâre clear, no, Iâm not seeing Jimin,â You told him as he walked toward the door, stopping midway to listen to you, âBecause I know it would make you jealous.â
To be honest, you didnât think he would actually be jealous, itâs just a joke. Something about you just gets under Jungkookâs skin and it wants you to push his buttons that much more. As obvious as it was that he wasnât at all amused by your sweetness, it was your arrogant charm that seemed to get him every time.
You knew you were beautiful, you knew you had every right to be arrogant and as much as Jungkook could deny heâs attracted to you at all, itâs very noticeable. Youâve never been told no a day in your life. Youâve never been rejected either and you know Jungkook wouldnât dare reject you if you actually went for it.
Despite how vocal he is about his distaste toward you, you canât help but still get giddy in his presence. You just want to rile him up and know that heâs attainable to you. Youâve always had a thing for him, he was an absolute gorgeous man and he was wealthy, extremely wealthy. He was educated and had class but at the same time he was rugged and intimidating. Youâve seen the small glimpses of ink on his knuckles and you just know that under all his long sleeves, he had more to show.
Whether you felt seriously for him or if you just figured itâs a spur of the moment situation, you want him.
âJealous?â Jungkook attempted to scoff but the word caught in his throat with some truth to it, âWhy would I be jealous?â
âI donât know,â You shrugged, sliding the strap of your down your shoulder, âBecause then you would have to share my attention with someone else.â
Jungkook knows he should leave. You had asked him to leave yet you kept going back and forth, and it was stopping him from doing so.
He should go.
He needs to go before he does or say something heâll regret.
If he caves in to your taunts then heâll be disappointed in himself, like part of him was allowing his return to his old lifestyle of luxury and privilege.
âY/n, you always say things you donât know,â Jungkook asked you with a deep voice that had you smiling, practically feeling him give in. His gaze was dark and there was no hiding the growing tension, âAnd you must think youâre real cute trying to act out now that weâre alone.â
âNo, I know I am,â you said, not backing away from the eye contact. âAnd you know it too.â
âI donât,â Jungkook loomed over you, eyes tracing down the curve of your nose and to the slight part in your lips, âI think⊠I think youâreâŠâ
You blinked up at him, âWell say it, or are you too busy thinking about kissing me?â
An annoyed huff left his lips as one of his hands pulled you toward him at your waist and the other tilted your chin up until his lips were grazing over yours. You reached toward him, making the first real press of your mouths together and there was no use in acting like he hadnât been in fact thinking about kissing you.
Jungkook let his eyes fall shut as yours did and he pulled you closer into his chest with the hand on your jaw sliding down toward the curve of your neck, making sure you didnât pull away just yet. You kept up with the pace he had set of slow yet hungry kisses, pulling on your lips or letting his tongue slide against yours tenderly.
âWell?â You gasped feeling his soft lips kiss along your jaw, his soft black hair brushing against your face, a light scent of his shampoo or cologne that left you feeling intoxicated. The hand he had on your waist tightened at your words, pulling away with a quiet grunt, he looked you in the eye.
âDonât ask me any more questions,â Jungkook groaned, the taste of your lips still on his tongue and there was a light sheen of gloss coating his lips from yours.
Itâs shameful for him to admit how easy it was for you to break him down into every other man who seems to fall at your feet when given the chance. This is exactly what he didnât want and now heâs pulling the godforsaken stained dress he undid and watching it slip down your body, revealing your naked form to his hungry eyes.
Above your bedroom was a deck filled with people celebrating the soon-to-be newlyweds while the Best Man and Maid of Honor are in the master cabin, half undressed, and stumbling onto the bed.
Jungkook was gentle but firm, he wasted no time popping the buttons of his shirt open, exposing the toned muscles of his body and the ink covering most of his arm. Your eyes scanned the markings, surprise and wonder evident on your face with how well he managed to hide how much heâs gotten done since he left.
âSurprised?â Jungkook asked, eyes low when your hands ran over his slacks, pulling at his belt and nails lightly scratching at his abdomen. His voice dripped with arousal when you sat up from beneath him, pressing light butterfly kisses to his abs and tattoos.
âYou always surprise me,â You admitted, not as teasing as before but with a hint of playfulness still there. You looked up from his chest, the height of your sitting form and his standing one looked endless as he towered over you. âFor instance, I didnât think it would be this easy to get you in my bed.â
You kissed along his neck now, sitting on your knees to reach him better and nipping at his sensitive spots. His hand tightened around the neck of your head, not pulling your hair but definitely getting your eyes on his, âWhy do your words sound so dirty when you say them so⊠â
Jungkook couldnât even finish his sentence before succumbing to you once more and kissing your lips. With little force applied, he was laying you back down on the bed with his tattooed and muscular body just melting into yours effortlessly. With one hand on your neck and the other sliding down to the curve of your thigh, it felt like he was all over you.
âLetâs take this off you,â Jungkook murmured between kisses down your neck as he began to finally take off the ruined dress that had been in his way since you got him to undo it in the first place, âYouâve been teasing me with this since earlier.â
âMaybe because I wanted to see you get worked up,â you sighed as you made yourself comfortable on the king side bed, your body slowly unveiled to his hungry eyes. Once he had pulled the dress off you completely and threw it to the side, sitting up between your spread legs and staring.
Jungkook didnât bother with discreteness as he eyed down your naked body still in shock that he was seeing it before him. Your breasts were on full display and the only piece of fabric hiding you was a thin lace underwear that felt so nimble and soft under his fingertips, so easy for him to just tear off of you. You looked gorgeous laying so pliantly underneath him and he couldnât help but let his hands slide down from your bent knees to your inner thighs.
âDid it work?â You asked just above a whisper as he hovered over you, leaving needy kisses between your breasts while he tugged at the hem of your panties until he was sliding them down your legs.
âIt really fucking worked,â Jungkook groaned as he cupped your boobs in his hands, letting his tongue lick at your pert nipples and feeling the way they stiffened underneath him. Your hands went to his hair, legs nearly wrapping around his torso when you felt his teeth lightly press into your nipple, sucking and tugging when needed.
His kisses began to run down toward your navel with his hands replacing his lips and kneading your breasts in the palm of them while he moved down to lay between your legs, âI want a taste, pretty girl.â
âThen get one,â you said in a whiny tone that had his big rounded eyes turning to look at you with surprise. A knowing smirk falling on his lips as he lifted your knees and pulled your thighs apart as far as they could go until he was eye level with your pretty cunt. Jungkook was never one to stop and tease when he needed sex, he had a tendency to get a little rough and take what he wants but itâs so hard to move it along when heâs met with the sight of you laying so pretty for him. He could tell your patience was running thin with how long he was taking to do anything and just before he felt you close to snapping at him, he leaned into you.
âOh fuck,â you gasped in surprise with the sudden swipe at your clit by Jungkookâa flattened, long tongue and youâll admit it caused goosebumps to form on your skin. You couldnât see the way he smiled as his hands circled around your thighs, repeating his teasing flick of his tongue, feeling the way your folds began to react to him.
He felt your fingers run through his soft hair for anchor and for some reason that slight grip you had on him had his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let himself get lost in the taste of your pussy. No longer up for any sense of teasing, Jungkook lets his mouth fall open, kissing your wet heat with his tongue pressing between your folds and finding your clit. Your hips were slowly bucking into his face, showing him just how much you liked his tongue and he knew just what to do to have you coming undone underneath him.
He sucked your clit into his mouth, his lips wrapped around the hard bud while his tongue swiped against the tip of it. He began a repetition of that and grazing his teeth ever so softly against your sensitive folds knowing he found your weak spot when he sucked your labia into his mouth and had your soft moans filling the cabin.
âJungkook,â you moaned softly, fingers tugging at his hair roughly, âOh god.â
He didnât dare pull his mouth off you to give you a response and instead let his actions grow rougher. He unwrapped a hand from around your thigh and slipped it down to your pussy where he let his finger begin to draw patterns into your labia, so close to your entrance that he could feel your arousal quite literally leak out of you.
Your body was filled by pleasure that Jungkook was bringing you and you couldnât help but bring your free hand to your neglected chest, trying to fill the void that Jungkookâs hand had left as you groped your breasts. Jungkook looked up completely enamored with the way you played with yourself while he ate you out and without any second thoughts, he pressed his long middle finger into your waiting cunt.
âThatâs it,â he whispered, pressing a light kiss along your pelvis, âCum for me, darling.â
âJungkook,â you whined as he pushed a second finger in, hooking them upwardward just past your pubic bone and finding that soft, spongy spot with ease. With the way your walls fluttered around his fingers, he knew you were close and all it took was his lips around your clit while thrusting into that pleasure spot of yours, for you to wrap your legs around his shoulders and shake with release, âOh my god.â
âMm,â Jungkook groaned with pleasure, feeling your arousal flood his fingers in your release. He looked down at his wet hand, bringing it to his lips where he licked off the release that threatened to drip down his forearm, âSweet.â
You looked like a mess trying to catch your breath and come to understand what had just happened between you to think too long about the fact that he was pressing his fingers into your waiting mouth till you licked your own release off him. He lifted a brow as your tongue circled around his fingers while sucking on them with your cheeks hollowed in. It had his breath hitching, trying to pull his fingers back out before he came just from that and began to pull at his own pants.
âCondom?â He asked in an unusually low and raspy tone. You blinked, âItâs fine, Iâm on the pill.â
He didnât press for more as he kicked his slacks and briefs off, hard cock pointed up stiffly. You couldnât tear your eyes away from it. You wanted to wrap your lips around him and take him deep in your mouth because his dick was surprisingly so fucking pretty you just needed it desperately.
With your mind decided, you attempted to sit up when he pushed you back down, cock in his hand as he gave himself a couple strokes to relieve some tension and pulled your legs apart, âI need you now.â
âImpatient, are we?â You asked with a laugh, making yourself relax when you felt his cock head brush against your exposed clit. Jungkook wasnât paying attention to what you said as much as he was to the way his mushroom tip fit perfectly between your folds.
A soft gasp left your lips as he pushed it against your clit, playing with your labia and letting the clear liquid that dripped out of his tip, coat your clit.
âFuck,â Jungkook took a deep breath as his cock nearly slipped inside of you, playing with your earlier release to cover his length in it, âSuch a pretty pussy.â
With an annoyed roll of your eyes, you grew tired of his teasing and with a quick hook of your leg around his slim waist, you pushed his cock into you eliciting a deep groan [almost growl] to slip from his lips, âFucking hell, Y/n.â
âYou were taking too long,â you moaned, legs falling back again as you tried to ease the slight pain that came from his thick member entering your tight walls. Jungkookâs hair was brushing against your face as he looked down at the way you took him in, âI was trying to be gentle.â
âDid I ask you to be?â You asked with a scoff. Jungkook rolled his eyes, spreading his legs further apart and digging his knees into the bed for support as he covered you with his body, laying down to plant a quick kiss to your lips. âBrat.â
âJeon Jungkook,â your manicured nails traced down his back until your hands were under his thighs as if ready to make him move on your own, âAre you going to fuck me yet?â
He couldnât help but scoff in disbelief, an amused smile on his face and without saying a word, he pulled out until on his tip was past your ring of nerves, and suddenly pushed back in. Your lips fell open in a silent gasp as your eyes locked with his and he smirked.
âYou need it that bad?â Jungkook asked as he pulled your legs up, pressing them toward your chest and holding them down with his arms as he kissed your neck, dragging his cock back out, âHow bad?â
âJungkook,â you groaned, trying to move your hips but in this position it was useless, âStart moving.â
âMake me,â he kissed the tip of your nose, slowly sliding himself back in just a little. You rolled your eyes, moving your hand to hide your face as you felt yourself getting annoyed.
Jungkook was smiling like this was all just so amusing to him and with his lip pulled between his teeth, he thrusted in with little restraint, starting a slow yet steady rhythm, âDonât hide your face, darling. I wanna see the Y/n L/n moaning for me.â
âFuck you,â you shook your head feeling your pussy tighten around him with your legs pulled to your chest unable to escape his thrusts that were becoming more rough by the second.
âCome on darling, you can do it,â Jungkook groaned, feeling like he was on cloud 9 from the way your pussy took him in. He doesnât know how to explain it but he felt really fucking good right now. Heâs not sure if itâs that he hasnât had sex in a while, or if it had something to do with the fact that it was you, but he was fucking you with all his energy, letting himself relax and just feel good in the moment.
âJungkook,â you moaned his name, hand slipping from your face so you could wrap it around his neck, âKiss me.â
âKiss?â He asked, out of breath as his rhythm faltered and without thinking, he let go of your legs and let them fall back onto the bed as he tilted your chin up with a hand to kiss you. He set his other hand down on the bed for support, getting lost between your lips and your tight pussy.
Jungkookâs tongue licked against yours swallowing your moans, âY/n, itâs sâgood.â
âMhm,â you circled your legs around him, âFuck.â
Jungkook kissed down your neck, hands sneaking down to your waist and with one swift movement, rolled onto his back with you on top. He needed a change of pace because if he kept going, he would cum sooner than he wanted to and he needed you to cum one more time for him so if that meant letting you get in top, he would.
And it had been such a good idea because the sight of you sitting on his cock, leaning back and placing your hands on his thighs instead of chest, made him more excited. Your knees dug into the bed and with your fingers scratching at his muscular thighs and raised your hips, lifting yourself off his cock before plunging him back in.
âFucking hell,â Jungkook groaned throwing his head back into the pillows, a hand on your hip but not daring to take control, âThatâs it darling, fuck yourself on my cock.â
âJungkook,â the new position was having him reach newer parts inside you that had your thighs shaking, âIâm so close.â
âTake it,â Jungkook growled, holding you in place as he dug his feet into the mattress and began to fuck up into you, âTake my fucking dick, fuck.â
âOh my god,â you fell forward, hands scratching at his chest, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten, âIâI canât. Jungkook, baby, oh myââ
âTake it,â he groaned, grabbing your hips harshly and moving once again so he was on top, thrusting into you despite how hard it was getting to pull out of your tight walls, âTake it.â
âIâI,â your lips fell open in a loud cry, pinching his biceps for stability, and felt your walls come undone. For the second time in less than hour, your orgasm hit you hard. Jungkook released a string of grunts, feeling your pussy convulse around him and his cock was greeted with a flood of warmth that had his legs shaking, trying to support him but he couldnât take it. He barely had time to slip out before he was letting go, his cum dribbling down to your thighs as he let out one final moan of your name.
His body seemed to collapse down next to yours, panting and out of breath, âFuck.â
The two of you were a mess, sweaty and sore and all you wanted to do was lay down and possibly sleep but where you were did not go past you unnoticed. You searched around for your cellphone, knowing you set it down somewhere before trying to change and found it on your nightstand with six missed calls from the Bride-To-Be.
Jungkook took a deep breath, sitting up and looking down at the mess the two of you made on the bed. He got up, not bothering with covering himself up as he found a towel and tried cleaning himself off with it while you got on your phone.
âDuty calls,â you joked with a sigh as he came to your side and began to wipe down your thighs. Yeonwoo sent you a dozen messages talking about a midlife crisis of some sorts. You sat up carefully, thanking him for handing you your robe and you slipped it on.
âWhat happened?â Jungkook asked with an awkward clear of his throat as he began putting on his clothes again. Heâll admit he was taking his time getting dressed and you left to the bathroom to freshen up.
âI donât know, something with the gift boxes for everyone. I think Yeonieâs assistant forgot them,â you told him as you found new underwear to wear, making sure you were cleaned before putting them on. You left the door to the bathroom open to talk to him but you still changed into the white Jacquemus dress from earlier.
You walked up to him and he got the memo about zipping your back up and this time he couldnât help but lean down to press a kiss to your shoulder blade, âAre you going up yet?â
âIâm gonna touch up my makeup first,â you told him honestly, âYou go ahead.â
When Jungkook reached upstairs again, finding the party just as he left it earlier, itâs like nobody noticed he had even left for so long. They were all too focused on your new dress â which Yeonwoo absolutely adored on you. He found a glass of champagne and tried to escape from the swarm of people trying to hold a conversation with him when he wasnât thinking clearly at all.
Unfortunately for the two of you, the matching off-white shade of your clothing and the sudden mark on his neck wasnât lost on anyone else. Soon, pictures from every angle possible would paint a story neither of you wanted.
There was a sense of guilt that came with disassociating yourself from your best friendâs wedding plans. Jungkook could barely remember what they had done once they got to the island after a surprising night of visiting your cabin.
He hasnât had an actual conversation with you since that night and he has to be honest and say, he barely remembers the actual wedding. He hadnât seen you since the yacht before being dragged away by Hoseok the following day to do some activities for Namjoonâs groomsmen. You had gone to do your Maid of Honor duties and heâs felt out-of-loop since.
The entire day had been packed with things to do and heâs aware he looked dashing in every photo the photographers took of him in his 12,000$ Kiton suit. The matching suits they all wore made the groomsmen look classy and cohesive while the Balmain dresses the bridesmaids wore made them elegant and surrealâwell at least for you.
Thatâs what he thinks is the problem.
His best friends got married and yet all he was able to think about was you. It didnât help that despite the wedding being on a private island, there was still press everywhere, capturing every angle of this beautiful matrimony between nepo babies.
The reception had been filled with various questions from various interviewers that left all your shared friends staring at you suspiciouslyâespecially when questions of the hickey on his neck came forward.
As awful as it sounded considering the 46 million dollar wedding in the mountains of an island was stunning, he could barely remember half of what hadnât been photographed. He left the day after the wedding with an excuse that he had things to take care of where heâs currently at and his friends bid him farewell.
He got to the mainland a day before the others and it gave him time to return home before he left on another voyage alone.
âHow was the wedding?â His older brother asked, swinging his mallet just slightly, trying to find his nail before shooting the ball through the hoop, âI can't believe I was caught up in meetings all week in Tokyo.â
Jungkook looked oddly bright today compared to how he felt and he didnât want to say it was because his casual and boring clothes he wore abroad stuck out here in ways he didnât like. Thatâs why todayâhis last day homeâhe visited his familyâs 150 acre estate for a game of Croquet and possibly tennis, wearing a matcha colored Loro Piana cashmere polo with short sleeves.
âUm, it was great,â Jungkook said as he brought his cigarette to his lips and lighting the end before inhaling.
âThatâs it?â JungHyun asked with a scoff as he motioned for Jungkook to take his turn and he took his brotherâs cigarette, âDid you have an orgy with any models or were you your usual gentleman self that won the crowd against me?â
His older brother had been well known in his younger days for many reasons, his partying, his charm, his youth and education. When he was in his mid twenties, you could always catch him in some article their parents tried taking down in regards to driving under the influence or insulting a server. Unlike Jungkook who preferred a quiet life he could escape to, his brother did not and now heâs some big shot finance guy because his attitude growing up had ruined his chance of inheriting everything from their grandparents. Now it will all go to Jungkookâsomething theyâre all aware ofâand maybe thatâs why JungHyun makes snide remarks here and there.
Heâs not asking about the wedding because heâs curious, heâs bitter that despite his perfect appearance and Jungkookâs more intimidating kind, Jungkook was still the most well-mannered of the two and therefore the favoriteâif only he stayed and fulfilled his duties.
âNo orgy,â Jungkook said with a hint of disgust as he finished his round of the game, one step closer to winning, âJust Y/n.â
JungHyun had been mid-swing when he mentioned you and his aim went astray making him miss the next ring, âWhat do you mean just Y/n?â
âI slept with herââ
A loud and annoying laugh cut him off as JungHyun let his mallet go, âAh, so you canât remember the events of your best friendâs wedding because you were too busy sleeping with the nationâs sweetheart? Oh I cannot wait till father hears about this, maybe your wedding is next and then youâll finally step up to the plate.â
Jungkook scoffed, âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âIt means now that youâre back, and dating the richest girl in the country, thereâs no way Father wonât hand you down the company now,â JungHyun said bitterly, âAnd everyone said you running away would be a bad thing, but clearly itâs reminded you of who you are.â
âIâm not⊠Iâm not staying,â Jungkook said, âI leave tomorrow but I wanted to see you all. And Y/n and I arenât going to date, it was a⊠um.â
âMistake?â JungHyun asked, âJungkook, donât be an idiot. Youâve been obsessed with her for years.â
âI have not.â
âYou have, you just donât want to admit that all your talk about being independent and leaving the money behind to be free was complete bullshit,â JungHyun said with a scoff, âOr why would you mess around with her of all people. A relationship with Y/n is going to put you at the top once again and thereâs nothing that wonât be handed to youâand sheâs someone mother would approve.â
âYouâre dramatic,â Jungkook huffed, âOne night doesnât mean weâre dating or getting married or any of that other shit. I still donât want to run the business⊠I just want, I donât know.â
âYeah, you never know what you want,â JungHyun said, âBut whatever, if youâre set on running away again, so be it. Iâm tired of trying to make you see how you blindly follow along with everything you seem to hate.â
âMaster, your wife is on line three and sheâs wondering who is picking up the kids.â
âFuck, I donât know,â JungHyun groaned, annoyed and no longer interested in talking to his little brother, âThe driver?â
Jungkook watched his brother leave him behind and with a defeated sigh, he left.
âSo are you leaving?â Youngi asked him as he watched the bubbles in his pink champagne, âOr have you changed your mind?â
âI havenât changed my mind,â Jungkook said stiffly as he fixed the suit jacket he was currently getting fit into, âIâm just postponing my leave but I have a few things to take care of here.â
âLike with you and Y/n?â Youngi asked, making sure the fitting room at Dolce & Gabbana was empty aside from just them two. Jungkook didnât even flinch at the mention of you. Since the two arrived at this store his vision has been filled with large framed photos of you and your dear friend Park Jimin all over the store. Apparently you were one of the brandâs favorite Ambassadors and they made it known you modeled their products. Right now heâs facing the mirror with a picture of you modeling a satin baldonĂ©tte bra and high waisted panties. You looked beautiful and seductive and its been hard for him to not just stare at all your pictures since he got here. Now Yoongi is attempting to bring you up and he refuses to give in to the extent his relationship with you has gone.
You havenât even spoken since the wedding and even that had just been an exchange of pleasantries and no real depth to either of your words.
âNo, with my father,â Jungkook said stiffly as he shrugged off the suit jacket and called in the stylist to find something else. Yoongi sat up in his seat slightly more interested, âReally? About what? Donât tell me you're back in the running.â
âWe're going to discuss it,â Jungkook mumbled to himself.
He wanted to make one thing clear, his decision to seek out his father and work out some sort of plan where he can get back into the job he had been assigned to do, while also having freedom had absolutely nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with the fact that youâre here, and heâs interested in you, and that it would be his parentâs dream for him to stay and be in a relationship with you and also take over the business finallyâŠ
This was his decision because his brotherâs right. He can't just keep running away.
âAnd what do you mean, with Y/n?â Jungkook asked, clearing his throat awkwardly as he glanced up at your five foot photo framed above the mirror, remembering the shape of your body against his, moaning his name and tightening your walls around him.
âHavenât you heard the rumors?â Youngi asked as he got on his phone, âIt seems as though you have competition.â
Jungkook didnât need to be told more as he took Yoongiâs phone from his outstretched hand and read what was on the screen with furrowed brows.
At the end of the article, in big, fat letters, the conclusion said: âNow the question is, will L/n choose the best friend, Park Jimin, or the elegant and influential Best Man, Jeon Jungkookâpossibly as the countryâs newest IT couple?â
When he gave Yoongi his phone back, there was no denying the sudden irritation that contorted his features. Itâs not like he expected this to not happen but⊠he doesnât like what theyâre implying. Yoongi studied him closely to see if he would get a response, but Jungkook gave nothing away. Instead he just ordered the tailor to pack the two suits he tried on so he could buy both, âIâll meet you out there.â
Yoongi left Jungkook to get changed and while he stood alone in the fitting room staring up at your boudoir photos framed around him, he took his phone and dialed your number.
âHello?â Your end of the call sounded hectic, louder and busier than his did. You were in the middle of an interview for Vogue and were taking a short break. It seemed like he called at just the right time since you were getting your makeup touched up.
âAre you busy?â Jungkook asked with a sharp tone that fell on deaf ears when the call went silent for a moment. He really did admire the photo of you, remembering just what it was like to trace his hands along your figure.
âWho is this?â You finally asked, making his jaw clench slightly.
âJeon Jungkook.â
âOh you see, I wouldnât have known that considering you didnât even say a hello or anything,â You told him in a sarcastic tone that made him want to smile but also roll his eyes, âBesides, I am busy.â
As if on cue, the call of your name in the background made your claim concrete. He bit his lip in thought, wondering what it was you were doing and how long it would take, âWhen can I see you?â
A smile played on your lips as you held up a finger to your assistant who was trying to hurry you along, âDid you make an appointment with my assistant?â
He couldnât help but scoff as his gaze turned toward a glare, practically imagining that picture of you smiling at him, âI didnât know I needed one, darling. When can I schedule one?â
âIâm not sure, i'll let you know,â you said and before Jungkook could respond, the call ended and he was left in shock that you just hung up on him. He gathered his things and met Yoongi outside to pay, completely bewildered by the fact that you just hung up on him so easily. He knows you havenât spoken since the night of the wedding where you were forced to speak but this is all he gets?
âWhat took you so long?â Yoongi asked as they left Dolce & Gabbana with new things.
xxx-xxx-xxxx: Appointment scheduled for, 6:30 pm today, L/n Residence @ the Northbrook Estates
Jungkook couldnât help but laugh in disbelief at the confirmation of an appointed meeting with you tonight.
The night on the yacht had been unexpected yet also long-awaited and now that its done with, neither of you seemed to know what to do about it. You wont lie and say you didnât enjoy that moment with him but you were also realistic. You and Jungkook would just never work out, youâre too different on the outside and thatâs why youâre so confused now as to why he called you.
âSo, Y/n, its been a busy season for you this year,â an interviewer said as the camera zoomed in on your expression as they continued, âNot only did you walk thirteen shows but I hear you also celebrated your close friends wedding. How was that? You must have been exhausted.â
âYou know it was a lot but it was exciting, I hold my friends dearly and Iâm just thankful I was able to make time for such an event,â you said and youâll admit your response sounded scripted. You didnât dive too deeply which is what youâre sure the interviewer wanted. You should have known that this stupid interview wouldnât just be about your newly established modeling career.
Whether youâve become Model of the Year for your catwalk, or for nepotism, you didnât are much either way. All you cared about was the fact that the interviewer has found a way to slip in questions they didnât need to know. Itâs like you can just sense the things theyâll ask and have already prepared and calculated the exact responses you need to give.
âOf course, and what a star-studded party,â the interviewer continued, âThe Best Man being Jeon Jungkook must have been exciting for you.â
âWell, weâve all known each other for a long time now soâŠâ You cleared your throat, looking a bit disinterested.
âYes, of course,â the interviewer said with a nervous laugh, âAnd pardon me, Y/n, but I just have to ask, did anything happen between the two of you on this very intimate trip?â
Your smile strained but you never looked anything less than sweet as you said, âWe are all just very close friends. Most of them have supported me in modeling.â
It was a clear attempt on your part to direct the conversation back to what it was supposed to be about. She ignored your last comment and said, âSo⊠I guess weâre all curious, some pictures from the parties were released of the two of you awfully close in certain open waters, and an evident hickey on his neckânot to mention the matching clothes, please, is there something between you and the heir of Jeon Corporation?â
âNothing that should concern you, no,â you smiled sweetly and the interviewer seemed to freeze up, unsure if she had gone too far in her questions.
Silence filled the space around them and there was no way to cut these parts out since it was a video shoot and after a while of the interviewer struggling to find which questions to ask, a person who worked for you stepped forward, âHow about another short break?â
The interviewer released a shaky breath while the both of you made your way off camera and your glam team was quick to touch up your hair and makeup as the director of the shoot approached you, âY/n darling, how are we feeling?â
âAnnoyed,â you answered honestly, âI thought this was supposed to be about my modeling.â
âYouâre absolutely right, darling, we apologize for any mistake weâve done on our part, IâShe must have taken it as an opportunity to ask her own questions and I promise you, we will have a deep conversation about this. We arenât TMZâŠâ the director said and you rolled your eyes.
âIâm done filming if sheâll be the one continuing the interview,â You told him as you began to walk away from him, not caring for the excuses or whatever and you can hear your publicist repeat your words to him.
It wasnât even that she was bad at her job or that she asked anything too deep but she just quickly got on your bad side with her persistence to not let the subject drop.
In the end you got your wish and filming ended smoothly before you were driven away to whatever was next in your schedule, trying not to think about the interview or the fact that there was a chance you would be seeing Jungkook later.
Things are evidently strange between you two and its not like youâve been blind to the articles or posts about you but you donât want to address anything. That night on the yacht seems like a fluke and like it shouldnât have happened at all despite how you felt in the moment. Your parents arenât the type to be invested in what is put in the tabloids but when their lifelong, country club going, friends call them and ask if thereâs anything between you and Jeon Corporationâs Jungkook, theyâre going to want answers.
It was just one night, one night where the two of you put aside whatever indifference you had toward each other just so you could release tension and this is the consequence for that. Of course everyone would want to know and of course no one was able to turn a blind eye to you. Even Yeonwoo managed to ask what you had been doing in the cabins withJungkook or so long that night and even when you tried to ignore her she kept pressing you for an answer.
In truth you had nothing to say. You were both adults and it didnât matter if anyone else was dying to know if there was anything going on between you.
You resented each other.
You had sex.
Plus, heâs going to leave soon and you donât think that bothers you?
When your driver pulled up to the tall skyscraper you called home, you headed inside alone.
âGood evening, Miss L/n,â the lobbyist held the door open for you, âYou have a visitor waiting in the lobby.â
Your brows furrowed, checking the time before heading to the library where sure enough, Jeon Jungkook was sitting by the fireplace reading whatever magazine was set out for him. At the sound of your Miu Miu kitten heels, he turned staring at you with his big rounded eyes being the only thing you could see beside his face mask, âYouâre early.â
Jungkook wrapped an arm around your waist as he pressed his lips to your cheek in greeting and you did the same, he joined you in the elevator and said, âI like to get to my appointments early.â
âYouâre lucky my shoot ended early or else you might have had to wait outside like a dog,â you teased as you pushed the button for the top floor where your penthouse was located. As part of the infinite amount of wealth your family has, you also dabble in real estate, mostly in the country as luxury apartments but you do have some homes overseas: Paris, New York, Argentina, etc.
The place you call home is a top floor penthouse with terrace and rooftop. The floor in which it was located was completely shut off for just you and included a private gym, yoga studio, three walk-in closets, and on top of that an elevator parking garage with a Mary Kay Pink Rolls Royce sitting pretty inside it.
Jungkook has never stepped foot in your home before and it was overwhelmingly stunning with four bedrooms, two living rooms (one on the top floor and one on the main floor too), an open kitchen, poolside terrace, and five bathrooms. You lived in ultimate modern luxury with traditional themes throughout the home like its hand carved wooden furniture and expensive marble walls.
âIs this different from your little magic treehouse in the woods you ran off to?â You asked, tempted to push his buttons as you removed your coat and handed it to your housekeeper who waited at the door.
âWell, considering my magic treehouse is worth 2.6 million dollars, no I wouldnât consider this that different from it,â Jungkook couldnât help but boast, feeling like heâs competing. Itâs like when he was in school and the students would brag about whatever exotic trip they got to go in the summer and he would have to make sure to tell them what he did was better. âMaybe Iâll bring you with someday.â
Fuck. Why did he say that? Why is he indulging in any of this in the first place? You and Jungkook should never be together, right?
âSpeaking of which, I thought you would have ran off now that the wedding is over,â You said as you mumbled something to the housekeeper making her leave, âDrink?â
âWater is fine,â Jungkook said as he made his way down to your 70âs inspired talking pit of suede Anabei sectional couches, âAnd I thought I would have been gone by now tooâ
âWhat changed?â You skied curiously, âDonât tell me it's because you would miss me.â
You held your hand to your chest as if to seem touched by the thought and Jungkook just rolled his eyes as you continued, âHow would all the other girls feel knowing Iâm keeping you here?â
Jungkook scoffed as he practically pushed your legs off his lap, âCan you not joke for just one second?â
You couldnât help but laugh, even if part of you felt confused wondering if this was supposed to be a serious moment or not. Jungkook huffed, running his fingers through his black hair, âIâm here because I wanted to talk to you about all those articles. My parents are working on taking those down, are you okay?â
Your eyebrows knitted together with confusion, âMe? Why wouldnât I be?â
âBecause Iâve never seen anything bad written about you and suddenly youâre being painted as a two-timer by spending a night with me while also⊠doing whatever it is you do with that friend of yours.â He was not jealous. He swears.
To be clear, there really is nothing going on with you and Jimin. Youâre just two friends in the modeling world who happen to like attending secret parties together and maybe making out drunkenly every now and then. Thatâs it. Youâve never slept with him and Jimin has too many girls on his line for you to ever consider him.
âIâll survive,â You mumbled as you looked over at him, seeing him in deep thought.
âIâm thinking of staying a while longer,â Jungkook said suddenly with a clear of his throat.
Jungkook was not the shy type and to be honest heâs not even sure why heâs letting you know [as if it made a difference] but the words just slipped out.
He did not like you.
Well, he didnât like you like that. It sounds harsh heâs well aware of that but he was never romantically attracted to you before so how is he going to suddenly feel that way after only a week in contact again. Maybe it was just unresolved sexual tension after years of feeling that way but that canât be the only thing thatâs making him want to revert back to what his life was like before he left to live on his own.
He escaped all this so that he could live somewhere quietly and do what he really wanted to do without worrying about anything else. Now heâs contemplating moving back and possibly involving himself with his fatherâs business again. Too much is going on for him to understand why.
âFor how long?â you asked as your fingers began to softly run through the ends of his hair making him look at you. You couldnât hide your curiosity and how close the two of you are.
When he had pulled you down to sit with him, it was with your legs thrown over his lap which he had been caressing every now and then.
An arrogant smirk formed on his lips as he licked them, tapping your calf lightly, âHow long do you want me here?â
Fuck, Jungkook is staying to get back in business⊠not for you.
Itâs not for you.
Itâs not for yoâ
His breath hitched as a sudden weight shifted to his lap, his hands immediately went to your waist, helping you get comfortable on him. Itâs embarrassing the way Jungkook didnât hesitate to reach for you when you sat on his lap feeling your arms thrown around his neck, âHere as inâŠâ
You looked down at the short skirt you wore which rolled up a little from how your legs straddled his thighs and said, âUnder me?â
A scoff in disbelief left his lips as he couldnât help but laugh, sliding your hips closer, âYeah.â
It was attractive the way your conversations never seemed to fall unless you wanted them to. It was a constant cat and mouse game, banter back and forth and he catches on quickly.
You couldnât help it, okay. Anytime you would see pictures of Jungkook since he left, he was always in a hoodie and sweats or something that just hid his entire body. Right now heâs wearing this Christian Dior white button-up shirt [which he rolled the sleeves up at some point since he got here] and it was messily untucking from his black slacks and he looks so hot right now. His hair was messy in a sexy way and he looked just like he used to, except this time with tattoos and a different sense of maturity.
Without wasting another moment debating if you should or shouldnât, you leaned down and kissed him. Jungkookâs lips parted against yours, stretching his neck to kiss you with more need. Unlike the first night you kissed, this one wasnât as rushed and angry. He took his time longer, pulling your bottom lip between his and doing it over again.
You pressed your chest against his, with your tongue swiping against his lip teasingly until you met his. Jungkookâs hands pinched the satin fabric of your skirt, feeling it tighten and rise, unable to stop the growing desire he was feeling for you. His briefs were getting tighter every time you shifted on his lap and whatever he had been thinking before you started making out.
âYou want to play?â He asked, shifting his head to deepen the kiss without bumping noses. You pulled away feeling desperate to catch your breath as his kisses began to travel down toward your exposed neck, licking and nipping under your jaw while beginning to make
âMaybe,â you sighed in pleasure, running your hands through his hair when you felt him kiss down your collarbone, closer and closer down the deep-v in your Miu Miu chiffon top. The strap to your shirt slipped down your shoulder as Jungkookâs rough fingers traced down the side of your arms.
You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to go back to kiss your lips as you felt his growing erection press into you. It was hard for him to ignore the fact that the only thing covering what was under your skirt was a flimsy, thin piece of lace he shifted you closer until his bulge was tucked between your legs, placing your hips right over where he wanted them to be. Now that he moved you, his outline was more evident and had you grinding along him.
Jungkook released a groan with a sharp breath once he felt that sudden move and he couldnât help but buck his hips against you, feeling the fabric of his briefs constrict his hardened cock. It was a frustrating feeling yet he felt so eager with his tongue down your throat and his covered dick tucked nicely between your covered folds that he couldnât even think to stop and remove the layers.
His lips were feeling swollen against yours yet he didnât want to pull away, the friction he was getting from the way you humped him was turning him on with how needy it felt. You kissed along his jaw, grinding against his aching dick while your nimble fingers began to unbutton his shirt.
âGod damn,â Jungkook groaned as he threw his head back, relishing in the way your hips moved expertly against him while kissing down his naked chest. He slid his ass down your back, stopping over your butt and pulling your skirt out of the way for him to get a better feel of you underneath. With firm hands, he turned your sensual grinding into harsher and more deep movements that he met with his hips.
Heâs not sure he could take just this any longer. Anytime heâs with you now itâs like he canât do anything but fall for you and despite how annoying it is, he doesnât do anything to stop it. Instead, he welcomes it and right now all he wants to do and rip off the remaining layers between you so he could have your legs wrapped around him once more. Itâs only been days since the first time and he has not been able to stop thinking about it.
The day of the wedding he had been so distracted by you that he barely remembers any of it and now his best friends are on their honeymoon and heâs here thinking about you again.
Giving up on arguing how much he wants to have you, he wanted to get your clothes off and you were letting him. His hands had barely made it to the end of your top, ready to pull it off, when a loud ringtone cut through the living room, echoing off the walls and hard to ignore. The two of you looked at each other confused.
He sat up, reaching his hand into his pocket and pulling out his phone, annoyed that someone had thought to call him.
âAnswer,â you said breathlessly as you looked at the caller, already sliding yourself off his lap.
âItâs just Hobi,â Jungkook said, letting out a huff in annoyance as he set his phone back down, turning to kiss you but it rang once again. Your eyes met his and he begrudgingly grabbed his phone and swiped to answer, âHello?â
âHey man, I just got off the phone with your Yoongi,â Hoseok said as he sat in a large closet filled with designer clothes, âAnd why am I always the last to know if youâre leaving or not?â
âWhat?â Jungkook looked visibly annoyed with his scrunched brows and tense jaw and for some reason that made him hotter to you. His shirt was undone completely and his belt was halfway pulled off and with his legs spread, it was very hard to ignore his hard on.
Your eyes softened with curiosity and you couldnât help but bite down on your bottom lip as you decided to just go for it. First, your hand rested on his thigh as he listened to whatever Hoseok said, but slowly you made your way toward his bulge.
âYouâre gonna start working with your dad again?â Hoseok asked, unaware of the way Jungkookâs attention had drifted down to the palm of your hand, right over his dick. Your fingers pressed against the underside of his member, massaging your palm into it and feeling the way his hips raised. âWhat happened to not caring about the money and the company and all that blah blah blah?â
Jungkook couldnât help but roll his eyes, snapping back to his friend instead of what was going on. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, tightening their grip as if in warning. It was a useless attempt considering he tried helping you pull his belt off and saying, âCome on man, it was never like that.â
He could hear his own tone falter somewhere between lying and having his cock free from the confines of his tight briefs with your hand feeling him.
Hoseok laughed, debating what suit he should wear, âNo, itâs exactly like that.â
Jungkookâs hand went to your head, softly caressing you as you kissed down his navel, your hand wet with spit, jerking him off while licking just above his dick. He didnât bother with a response to his friend as he continued speaking anyway, âIs it true you and our princess are messing around? Itâs all over the tabloids.â
Sarcasm was evident in Hoseokâs tone but Jungkook was too focused on your tongue licking up the length of his hard cock, wetting it with spit that made your hand movements smoother.
âLook I get it, youâve had all this tension something was bound to happen but damn, why didnât you tell me that either?â Hoseok asked with evident shock, unaware of the blowjob his friend was receiving on the other end. Your lips were wrapped tightly around his length and with your hand too, it was hard for Jungkook to keep his reactions to a minimum.
âHobi, IâI, yknow I just,â Jungkook cleared his throat uncomfortably to hide an evident groan. He was beginning to fidget under your ministrations, especially when you squeezed under his cock, massaging his balls, âSorry.â
âSorry?! Thatâs all you gotta say after chewing me out for giving you condoms as a joke.â Hoseok was lying in a pile of Louis Vuitton suits on the floor, engrossed in his one-sided conversation, âOur friendship seems one-sided buddy. I thought when you came up to me⊠I thought, âHey, maybe my good buddy Jungkook will get in this dandy hot tub with meâ but no, you know what you do instead? You ask where Y/n is! God I shouldâve knownââ
Jungkook threw his head back in a mixture of pleasure and obvious irritation that he couldnât take it anymore. His finger pressed into the red button and the call was cut to end suddenly. As soon as his phone hit the couch, you pulled off his length with a deep huff for air, âThat wasnât very nice of you.â
âHeâll get over it,â Jungkook mumbled as he reached for your hand to pull you toward him, âCome here.â
âIâm not done,â you leaned away from the kiss he was trying to give you but his hand held your head in place, not caring to kiss the lips that had just been around his hard dick. Jungkook wasnât as gentle as his need grew heavier and with a strategic pull at your top, it ripped down the back, âJungkook!â
âWhat?â He asked with a giddy smile, tempted to be playful, âIt was in my way.â
You rolled your eyes, sitting up to take your skirt off yourself and prevent another hazard while Jungkook finished undressing himself. âIt was custom, asshole.â
Jungkookâs smile dropped with worry, lips parted in surprise until you burst out into a laugh and fell onto his lap, âYou should see the look on your face.â
âHa ha, donât scare me like that,â Jungkook chuckled, âI was already thinking about the fortune I would have to pay to fix that.â
âJungkook,â you ignored the fact that the two of you were naked, in the middle of an intimate moment and asked, âWhat did you mean earlier?â
âWhen?â Jungkook asked, caressing your leg, âAbout staying? Yeah, Iâm serious.â
âYou are?â You crossed your arms over your bare chest, âWhy?â
âWhy?â He was visibly taken back, âWhat do you mean why?â
âI mean⊠just a few days ago you were adamant on leaving right after the wedding and when you left the resort before everyone else we all kind of figured you had left but youâre here now andâŠâ You took a deep breath in thought.
âDo you want me to leave?â Jungkook asked, sounding more hurt than he intended to. All this time pushing and pulling his feelings for how he felt about being here and seeing you was getting to him. Heâs very aware how confusing he is and spending a night with you shouldnât have changed his mind this quickly while he also refused to admit.
âWe didnât talk about what happened at the party,â you said suddenly, feeling Jungkook drape his shirt over your naked figure as the conversation shifted drastically.
âI know,â he dropped his head, âIâm sorry, I was really confused and I couldnât tell what I was feeling or how you were feeling and I was mad and⊠I thought you probably didnât care.â
âI mean, I didnât,â you shrugged, âBut because I figured it was just a one time thing since you were very obvious with how little you thought of me and now youâre saying youâre staying longer while visiting me at home and it just⊠I donât get it.â
âFuck, Iâm sorry,â Jungkook was in his slacks again, trying to fix whatever mess he might have made over time, âI just⊠I was just being dumb. I wanted to act like I wasnât into you at all because I was mad at everyone else and it wasnât fair that I took it out on you but I thought you didnât like me either.â
âAnd youâre right, you were mean to me,â you nudged him with your foot, âSo really, I shouldnât even be in this position with you right now.â
Jungkook didnât dare argue when you called him out, âYou always pretended to hate me even when youâd get jealous if someone else talked to me and you could never take your eyes off me.â
His brows furrowed, reminded of the trip and how everyone always joked that he wanted you when he was so stubborn on saying he didnât. He didnât like how predictable his life was.
âBecause I knew everyone thought you were perfect,â Jungkook tried pulling you toward him, âAnd they didnât know how you liked to push my buttons and say things you knew would get to my head and how you were actually so unbelievably perfect that it pissed me off everytime I let you get to me.â
âDonât sweet talk me now,â you teased when he leaned over to lay between your legs, content with the sight of you in his Dior shirt, âHow are you gonna repay me for being such a dick?â
âWhatever you want,â Jungkook admitted, âSay the word and Iâll give you whatever you want.â
âI have everything I want,â you ran your fingers through his hair.
âCome on Y/n, donât make this hard on me,â he whined playfully, âEveryone else is already making it hard and I just want to spend the night with you. Iâll let you use me.â
Your brow raised and with a soft laugh you pulled him toward you for a kiss, âI get to use the Jeon Jungkook? What will everyone say?â
âThat they saw it coming,â Jungkook chuckled as he pressed his lips to yours, âSo donât stop the inevitable.â
You rolled your eyes, feeling your arousal from earlier slowly make its return, âYouâre so spoiled.â
âI know.â
Jeon Jungkook now knows what an awful liar heâs been these last couple of years. All of this talk about wanting to be different, break free from his familyâs influences and the world of money and power, was meaningless in the end. He tried, he really did but his rebellion of running off and doing whatever he pleased, refusing to acknowledge the company, the wealth and the people in it was short lived because he never actually wanted to escape it.
He was still going to be friends with the people he grew up with and fall back to his old routine of country clubs and parading on yachts or private islands.
He was still going to take over his share of his fatherâs company and dress himself up in designer Kiton suits that he used to despise wearing.
He was still going to fall for you, the person he despised simply for being an exact reflection of himself. You were perfect for him in every way on paper and that made him want to push you away but in the end, he still fell for you like he knew he would.
Some people dream about having the life he does, or growing up the way he did and yet here he was selfishly wishing it all away. It was perfect, it was so insanely perfect and unfair that Jungkook ever thought he wouldnât be happy with what he had been handed down to him for simply being born.
âThis person gathered valuable experiences in the world and has shown such a strong will to portray it all into commitment for the company and that makes me a proud father,â A deep voice spoke from behind a podium with an echoing mic that had the attention of over a hundred people, âPlease, welcome the newest V.P. for Jeon Corporation, my youngest son, Jeon Jungkook.â
Jungkook had an arrogant smile on his lips as he walked onto stage, thanking everyone for congratulating him on his quick and easy advance in the companyâeven surpassing his older brother.
âHonestly, it is a big thank you to everyone close to me, for helping me see how ready I am to step into this role and fulfill my duty as a member of this corporation,â Jungkook said confidently, looking at all his friends who had a mixture of confused yet knowing smiles on their faces.
âWhat a brat,â Hoseok joked with Namjoon, âAnd I blame you for this.â
âYeah, Iâve never seen someone get pulled back into the countryâs good graces so easily,â Namjoon laughed, remembering all the articles about how my ridiculous Jungkook was for publicly stating he would never be a part of the company.
âThatâs because heâs spoiled,â Jungkookâs older brother chimed in, âEven after he says heâs gonna walk away from it, heâs still gonna be welcomed back with open arms.â
Taehyung released a playful sigh, âI want to be Jeon Jungkook when I grow up, the perfect life just handed to me and Iâm just too blind to appreciate it.â
âTae, youâre rich,â Yeonwoo whispered to him, Taehyung grinning at her reminder and sitting up straighter.
âHow was it?â Jungkook asked his friends as he looked around the table.
âWell rehearsed,â Taehyung gave him the thumbs up, âAlso, whereâs Y/n? I thought sheâd be here.â
Jungkook checked the time on his watch, his leg already bouncing underneath the table, âYeah, I thought so too.â
It shouldnât be that big of a deal to him. This was all just some flashy way for his father to make Jungkookâs debut in the business widely anticipated and you had other things to do than be here. The two of you arenât even officially together yet so itâs not like you owe it to him or anything.
âY/n,â Jimin whined as he watched the valet open the limo door for you, âPlease donât ditch me. Iâm your best friend, imagine how much fun we could be having. Everyoneâs going to ask where you ran off to after the dinner.â
âWell you can tell them,â you hurried to finish applying your lip gloss, âThat I had more important things to do than get drunk at some fashion party.â
âRight, just throw me to the side like I mean nothing,â Jimin said dramatically, âIs this how you treat friends now?â
You couldnât help but laugh, knowing he was only trying to cause a scene. Jimin knew you would be calling it an early night but he just wanted it to be difficult. With a small sigh, you double checked that you looked fine in the mirror and said, âOkay, wish me luck, Iâm hoping I get laid tonight.â
âI also hope you get laid tonight so that I donât have to listen to you talk about how much you want to see him,â Jimin said as you made your way out the car, âGoodnight.â
By the time you got to the banquet, the cameras had been long gone from the entrance and so you were able to make your appearance quietly. You would have been here earlier if there hadnât been an ambassador dinner tonight that you had already agreed to do before Jungkook decided on staying and you just couldnât miss it.
You felt bad because Jungkook had asked you to come be his date but he understood why you couldnât make it right away. If anything he should be happy that you hurried over from dinner to the banquet without an outfit change. Despite the number of attendants, it was really a private affair with only a couple people from the press but nothing too grand and over the top. It made arriving late less miserable and finding Jungkook and your friends much easier.
And when you first involved yourself with Jungkook in this way, you should have known it wouldnât all be easy. You were now somewhat seeing the most eligible bachelor in the country and nobody knows about it aside from speculation. Speculation wonât stop spoiled rich girls who want him to themselves and thatâs what you saw when you found him.
âItâs so great to have you back Kooky, itâs like⊠the best thing to ever happen,â some girl gushed at him from the once empty seat to his left. She seemed unaffected by the stares she received from around the table and didnât care at all that Jungkook wasnât even glancing her way. He doesnât know her, sheâs probably just the daughter of some wealthy couple who thinks she has a chance with him.
Jungkook stared forward, watching his friendsâ faces as their eyes softened, no longer listening to the girl who said, âMaybe we can get together some time.â
A gentle hand touched his shoulder, soft lips brushing against his ear as you said, âMaybe we can get together some time too.â
There was no denying the smile that grew on his face as he turned to look at you and how close you were to him. Jungkookâs lips parted in pleasant surprise, ready to talk to you when someone else spoke up.
âExcuse us, sweetheart,â Namjoon said to the girl, âIt seems our table is full, maybe you can try somewhere else?â
She left with an annoyed scoff, making room for you to sit down, âSorry Iâm late, did any of you miss me?â
You had a sweet smile on your face, a camera clicked somewhere else in the distance surely capturing how close you were to Jungkook specifically, who was tracing his hand along your thigh.
âDearly,â Jungkook said as he leaned into you for a quick kiss on the lips, âThanks for coming.â
âI told you Iâd try and make it,â you said to him, âI missed the speech didnât I?â
âIt was nothing special,â Jungkookâs hand began to slide down the space between your legsâor at least as far as your dress would let it, âJust the usual talk about how amazing I am, it was all very boring.â
âBut I love talking about you,â Your tone was sarcastic yet flirty, your hand falling over his in warning when he began to pull up your dress just a little. You were sitting at a table with a large draped tablecloth that hid your legs underneath but you were still very aware of the fact that your friends were all around the table.
âY/n,â Hoseok called for you from across the table, âHow does it feel to have the Jeon Jungkook wrapped around your finger?â
Jungkook turned to his friend with a harsh glare, knowing he was just poking fun at it all but still managing to get under his skin. You looked at Jungkook with a knowing grin, âLike nothing I didnât expect.â
He scoffed, squeezing your thigh possessively, âI think the feelings are mutual, darling.â
You leaned into him, not caring for being around so many important people with cameras trying to capture whatever moment they can, âThey are.â
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a/n omg it took me literally forever to write this and idk how I feel about it but yknow what đitâs finished and thatâs what matters. I was in the mood for some rich kdrama feel fic and I hope I managed to pull that off at least a litttlleeeeeeere
thanks for everyone that waited patiently and please feel free to lmk what you think <3
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perfume. || spencer reid x afab!reader.
warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI. couch sex, breeding, use of pet names (baby, my love), unprotected sex, afab reader, pussy eating, fingering, riding, thigh slapping (at like one part) dom!spence. not proofread! i think thatâs all, if i missed something lmk.
summary: spencer needs to leave for work, but you tried out a new pheromone perfume.
comments: i was too lazy to capitalize so itâs all lowercase, there also may be grammatical mistakes because i wrote this half asleep and didnât proof read. this is also my first time publishing work so i hope you enjoy! reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated!
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you and spencer sat on the couch of your new apartment. you two had been seeing each other for months and had finally moved in together. you lift your head of from your book when you hear spenceâs ringtone.
âdr. reid,â he answers,
âokay, be there in 30â and he puts his phone down.
âwork?â you ask, head back in your book.
âiâm sorry, i asked for the weekend off. important case in new yorkâ spence replied, a tang of sorrow in his voice.
you put your book down and crawl over to him. âitâs okay love, let me just hold you while youâre hereâ you say, and pull him onto your chest.
your perfume almost immediately engulfs spencerâs nose, and he begins to kiss on your neck. you giggle and wonder why heâs being so affectionate, and then you remember. you had been wearing this new pheromone perfume you bought from the store.
as spencer begins to kiss down your chest, you ask, âspence baby, why are you all over me?â a joking tone in your voice. âsmells so good baby, is it new?â he says in between kisses. you go to reply when spencer lifts you up and youâre now sitting on his lap straddling him.
âyes baby, itâs new. i bought it last time i went to the store.â
he couldnât have enough. his lips ran all over your body like a hungry animal. his hands now began to make their way towards your waistband as you entangled your fingers in his hair. his hand entered your shorts and began to rub on your soaked cunt through your underwear.
âneed you spenceâ you said softly. his eyes made contact with yours and you knew, you were fucked (literally). with those words spence moved your underwear out the way and rammed two of his digits into you. a gasp escaped your mouth and you threw your head onto his shoulder.
spencer felt intoxicated. your smell, this new perfume, drove him insane. âfuck baby,â he said as his fingers continued to ram into you, âyouâre so tight and wet.â you buried your head into his neck from embarrassment.
using his free hand, spencer grabbed your face and made you look at him. âuht uht my love, look at meâ spence said, making eye contact.
your hips began to grind against his fingers, his pace driving you insane, and you glanced at the clock. spencer only had 25 more minutes until he needed to leave.
âspence, babyâ you mumble out through moans, âyou have to leave soon.â
â25 minutes is enough for me. iâll make you feel good baby, just relaxâ he replied, as he lifted you up and put you on your back.
you let out a small moan when he places you down on the couch. his hands immediately removed the shorts and underwear from your body, leaving you exposed from the waist down. he puts his head between your thighs, trailing soft kisses up and stopping right before your dripping cunt. you begin to get desperate and start to move your hips. this gets you a slap on your thigh, causing you to release a moan.
âstay still y/n. i didnât say you could move.â spencer says following the slap. âjust need you spence, nowâ you reply, looking down and the man between your legs. that was all he needed to hear. he immediately dives down and his tongue begins to lap between your folds. your hands jump to his hair, gripping and pulling, while you let out a string of moans.
spencerâs speed does not slow as he begins to ram two fingers inside of you. âf-fuck! spence baby stop! âm getting closeâ you moan out, feeling your brain begin to go numb. âcum for me baby. please my loveâ spencer replies while sucking on your clit.
that was all you needed to release. you close your legs around spencerâs head and he continues at the same speed, while you ride out your orgasm. âi-iâm cumming baby, canât take itâ you yell out between moans.
spencer then sits up and you see the bulge in his pants. you instantly climb on top of spencer, and undo his belt. you remove his cock from his pants and slip it inside. spencer places his hands on your hips and guides you. âfuck baby, you feel so goodâ he says, as he helps you move faster.
you push your lips onto spencerâs, both of your moans drowning between. âfuck, y/n, iâm closeâ spencer says, finally breaking the kiss. âinside me! finish inside! please spence babyâ you moan out desperately. you and spencer both climax at the same time, the sound of your sex filling the room.
you climb off of him and glance at the clock. âgo get changed baby.â you say and give spencer a kiss on the forehead. he gives you a kiss on the forehead before standing up and walking to the bedroom. you simply wait on the couch for him to leave.
âokay baby, im leaving now. i love youâ he says, and gives you a kiss. âi love you more. be safe baby.â you reply, kissing him again before he walks out.
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Pairing: joel miller x fem!reader
Summary: (au) (Joel is dad to a 9 year old Sarah) Joel has been your neighbor for some time and you and him have become friendly. In an attempt to spend more time to him (and a desire to show off your summer body) you throw a pool partyâŠ
Warning: 21+ (drinking), smut, fluff, friends to lovers, use of nicknames (babydoll, baby, darling), p in v, ass eating, cowgirl style, fingering, couch sex, porn with a plot
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A/N: hi all! the official first day of summer is today and i got inspired by a pool party i went to with my mans so i just had to write this cute lil smutty, fluffy story. i have a billy request coming and hopefully i get ch 3 of Summer Highs out soon (i know i said it would be soon donât trust me on a release date which is why i donât do them) ok thatâs it! much love and enjoy âŁïž
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Itâs always a hot summer in Texas. It would feel weird if it wasnât, but this year it feels like the earth is a legit bun in the oven. The whole neighborhood is feeling the heat, so given you have a pool in your backyard, you invite people over for a summer kickoff. Of course it has nothing to do with the fact you are desperate to see Joel Miller in nothing but a pair of swim trunks. From just his work shirts alone, you could see how tight his shirt hugged his muscles. How toned his back was whenever he would sweat through it doing yard work. You would always wave over to him from across the street, occasionally bring him water or lemonade while he worked. And today, your excuse for seeing him was to invite him to your pool party. You catch him outside after work, in his garage tinkering around under his truck. You stroll across the street and walk in. You knock on the side of the garage walls and Joel slides out from under his Silverado.
âWell hey there!â He beams, striding towards you
âWhatâs up cowboy.â
âNot much, waiting for Sarah to come home from soccer camp.â He informs
âOh keeping her busy.â
âWell between so and the library reading contest sheâs more or less keeping herself busy. Determined to get those Astro tickets. I promised we would do a road trip and she reaches thirty books by the end of June and wins the two tickets. Sheâs already at twenty five. She has a whole strategy.â
âWow. Good for her. Well I hope sheâs not too busy this weekendâŠâ you state
âOh yeah whyâs thatâ he smiles, leaning his arm against the garage and above your head. You feel totally lost here with him looking at you how he is. His big brown eyes, so curious and pleasant, simply wondering what you have to say. He raises his eyebrows in anticipation.
âWell I sent out an evite a little bit ago, but I wanted to come tell you in person that Iâm having a pool party Saturday. I thought we could all beat the heat ya know.â
âYeah weâll be free.â He steps back, taking a rag from his waist and wiping his hands. He heads toward his garage fridge and gets out two bottles of water, offering you one.
âThanks. So you do have your own water.â
âYeah I always keep that fridge full. Especially with Sarah and her friends I practically always got Gatorade.â
âSo you just like my water better?â
Joel smiles at you, combing his hair with his fingers. You watch his muscles flex and wish that you can be wrapped in them. He starts to look through his tool box and nods.
âYou could say that. So Saturday you said? What time?â
âIt starts at 12, but you can stay for as long as youâd like.â
âIâll talk to Sarah, but I have a feeling she'll say yes. She loves you, so any excuse to see you, sheâll take.â
âIâm sure.â
âWeâll see ya Saturday then.â He winks and disappears back under his truck
You waltz out of the garage and back to your house. You trot inside gleefully and close the door behind you. You could jump, squeal, practically combust. Not only did you just figure out Joel had his own drinks on deck whenever he works, but always accepts an offer from you no matter what. God he must like you. He must. You hope you're not thinking too much into it but, you couldnât help but think when he said âShe loves you, so any excuse to see you, sheâll takeâŠâ he really was talking about himself. You bite your lip and roll your eyes. You want him so badly. So bad you feel like you are going to explode. You lean your head back against the door and sigh.
Saturday comes around soon enough, and you spend the whole evening and next morning preparing for the day. You clean your house, chop lettuce, tomatoes and onions for burgers, cut up a watermelon and make a macaroni salad. Even though you hadnât explicitly asked for his help, you had a feeling Joel would want to help grill and youâd gladly take it. You prepare a cooler with a few beers and some water and put it in your garage fridge. Next you set up the pool area. You lay the cushions on the pool chairs, unwind the umbrellas and set out a few pool noodles. Everything looks perfect and your first guests start arriving around 12:08. More and more people arrive and at around 1:30, you finally see Joel and Sarah pulling up. He walks in with his own cooler and a swim bag. He approaches you while Sarah runs off to the other neighborhood kids.
âWell hey cowboy! Glad you could make it.â
âYeah sorry we are late. Work called last minute and I had to help them order some more flooring for our site.â
âNo worries. But these people are getting hungry and maybe you could help grill. I hate to put you to workâŠâ
âAinât no trouble darling.â
âOk Iâm going to change. The patties are already formed, just in the fridge.â
Joel follows you inside and heads into your kitchen, poking his head in the fridge. You walk upstairs to your bedroom and change into your swimsuit. You had gone out that week and picked out a new suit. It was white, a two piece, the edge frilled, and it shaped your figure so well. You spin around and admire how it sits on your ass. The back had a cheeky build, and totally gave the viewer an idea of how your cute little ass looks. Not to mention the way it rides up, exposing your cheeks slightly, itâs perfect and you canât wait for Joel to see you in it. You put your jean shorts back on and find one of your white, open-knit, pool coverup and a red, and a worn USA baseball cap. You pull your ponytail through the loop of your hat and spin around one last time.
Rushing down the stairs, only to find Joel already outside starting the grill. You sigh in disappointment. You take a beer from your fridge and try to open in on your own. Then Joel walks back inside. Even though your back is turned to him, he can tell you are struggling.
âNeed help?â
You jump and turn around, your tits bouncing slightly as you turn, which Joel notices. He also seems slightly speechless as you turn to face him. His sentence cut off, face frozen, as if you stole the words from his mouth.
âUh yeah, thanks.â You hand him the bottle and he takes it, uncapping it like itâs nothing. He hands it back to you and you take a swig.
âOh hey so because I was so outta sorts getting out the door, I totally forgot to get sunscreen. You got any, Sarah is itching to get in the pool.â
âOf courseâ you run back up to your bathroom, find a 50 SPF bottle and head back down stairs. Joel calls out to his daughter and she comes rushing inside. At the sight of your face she enthusiastically calls your name and rushes towards you. You hold her in your arms.
âHey sunshine!â
âWe brought brownies!â She proclaims
âOh did your dad make them?â
âMhmm. Well he helped, I really was the baker!â She insists
Joel lets out a playful chuckle and rolls his eyes in amusement.
âYeah, especially with all those eggshells you had to fish out?â
âAt least I know how to preheat the oven.â She claps back
Joel smirks and then looks at you. He has always appreciated how loving and kind you are to Sarah. He appreciates knowing that when sheâs with you, sheâs in more than good hands. And you adored her as well.
âHey! let her get that sunscreen on ya.â
âIâm fine! Iâll stay in the shade!â Sarah protests but before she can scurry off youâre already squirting it into your hand, applying it to her shoulders.
âYou know you donât have to listen to him. I thought youâre supposed to be the fun one!â She whines, and you smear her face. She scrunches it up in displeasure.
âI am the fun one. This is called fun in the sun, sunshine.â
She groans and pulls her face away.
âYou know I think I saw a bomb pop with your name on it out in the garage fridge, if you can still hang in there for one more second.â You promise. âOk there. Top shelf in the garage. Bring a few for the other kids. Ok?â
âYes!â She states firmly and rushes off into the garage
âShe just loves to keep ya busyâŠâ
âTell me about it.â Joel rolls his eyes âyou uhâŠyou look niceâŠâ he swallows nervously
âThanks, itâs new. I got it for today actually.â
âOh really. Trying to impress someone?â He asks
âWouldnât you like to know.â You quip back, smirking âhowâs those burgers coming alongâ
âGrills still heating up, this is really nice of ya to invite everyone. Sarah hasnât really had much pool time with soccer.â
âWell you two are invited over anytime.â
âAppreciate the offer. What else do you need for these burgers?â
âHereâ you state, turning to the fridge and opening it.
You grab the toppings, cheese, and condiments and follow him outside. As Joel grills, you make your way around, chatting with your fellow neighbors. Eventually you get in the pool with a playful âgo on sugar, Iâll holler at ya when they are readyâ from Joel. As you strip off your top and shorts, Joel checks you out from across the pool. He canât help but let his eyes linger on the curves of your body, the way your bikini bottoms hug your ass, and how nice and perky your boobs sit on your chest.
You notice him checking you out, your own eyes hidden behind your sunglasses. You try not to look so much, but with his back to you, itâs easier to admire his broad shoulders. And you have to admit, Joel is absolutely radiating domesticity. You could easily get used to this sight. Sarah splashes around you, pretending to be a mermaid looking for pearls and you throw sinking rings for her to dive for. Joel catches you playing with Sarah, and smiles. The smell of hamburger meat fills the air and Joel calls to you. You throw some more rings in to keep Sarah occupied and head out of the pool.
âHow are these, little lady?â Joel asks as you approach
âFantastic! Letâs put cheese on half of them.â
âYou got it!â
People start to gather for food and you help Sarah dry off and get her a plate.
âCheese or no cheese baby?â Joel asks Sarah as she approaches the grill
âCheeeese!â She smiles, showing off her big smile to her dad
âWhat about you doll?â He asks you
âSame as her.â
After you eat, you wait a while to get back in the pool. You lay out with a few of the girls from the neighborhood Wine Club. As you chat, Joel admires the way the sun glimmers off your body. With most of the food served, Joel joins his daughter in the pool. You watch as he takes off his shirt, gawking over his bare chest. His shoulders cut into his neck so sharp and clean and you can help but want to feel how strong he is. And You smirk to yourself, happy to finally see him exactly how you wanted to. And he looks damn good in his turquoise-green trunks.
âIâll be right backâŠâ you excuse yourself, striding over to Joel, swaying your hips
âCan I get you a drink? Iâm getting another beer, and maybe one of those brownies I heard about.â
âOh I want one!â Sarah exclaims
âIf you get out youâre getting more sunscreen on ya babe..â Joel promises
âShe can bring me one and I can eat in the pool!â
âNo, no baby. Câmon.â He argues, lifting Sarah out of the pool and onto the pavement.
âAwww!â Sarah whines, swinging her arms and legs.
You hold her hand and take her to the food, you grab a towel, wrap her in it and get her a small plate. You place a brownie on it and hand it to her.
âCan I have two?â She bats her eyes
âGo ask your daddyâŠâ
She waddles over to Joel, squatting down to ask him. He rolls his eyes and nods and she trots back to you.
âHe said I can!â
As the afternoon turns into evening, more and more people head back to their homes and pretty soon the sun is setting. You start to clean up, picking up plates and empty bottles and taking them inside the house.
The last few neighbors pop in to thank you and say goodbye and behind them is Joel.
âHeyâŠneed some help?â Joel asks you
âOh youâve done more than enough. Yâall headed out?â
âI uh...sent Sarah home with the Adlerâs. They said theyâd watch her for the evening until I got back.â
âOh! Well I would have loved to say goodbye to her.â You frown
âI bet she would have too, but she passed out on my knee even with everyone running around. Danny wanted to get his Ma home anywaysâŠâ he explains
He walks up to the kitchen counter and places a few empty beer bottles down. You smile and thank him. He helps bring in a few more bottles and follows you around with a trash bag as you pick up plates and plastic silverware. After everything is cleaned up and the pool is closed up, you and Joel head inside.
âWell I donât wanna keep you from Sarah much longer.â
âItâs ok, unless thatâs your way of kindly kicking me out, then by all means Iâll head out.â He smirks
âNo no, you can stay if you likeâŠâ
âYou sure?â
You nod and he closes the sliding door leading out to the pool, locking it.
âI donât have much beer left, but you seem like a whiskey guy to me.â You imply
âI sure do.â
You pour him a glass and he leans over your counter. He smiles and he holds the glass to his lips and sips.
âI really appreciate ya Joel.â
âItâs no trouble.â
There is a brief moment of silence as you take a sip of your whiskey and gaze into his big brown eyes. You canât help but feel heâs looking at you in the same way. A wave of desire washes over you and just as you're about to speak, possibly trying to make a move, Joel strides over to you.
âYa know if ya ever need my help, Iâll always be willing. Whatever you needâŠâ
âYouâre too sweet Joel, I feel like I need to make it up to you.â
âMaybe you can, babyâŠâ the words slip from his lips and steal your breath away. You gasp and move in closer to him.
âIâm sorry, can I call you baby?â
You nod wordlessly.
âYeah? Well then baby, kiss meâŠâ
You lean up, cupping his face and pressing his lips against your own. He holds your face in return, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks and moaning into your mouth. Your hands move to cup his neck as you move your face, deepening the kiss. Joel clutches your jaw, pulling you closer and raising you onto your tippy toes. You chuckle against him. This is finally happening. Youâre finally kissing the man youâve dreamed of. Ever since him and Sarah moved in, you have wanted him. It was no secret. Perhaps thatâs why the Adlerâs offered to watch Sarah. To give you this moment. And youâre ever so thankful.
Joelâs calloused palms move to your waist, slowly trailing down your body, feeling the sides of your bare skin. You hadnât bothered putting your swim shirt back on after the pool and you were grateful. You welcome his fingers and let out a girlish giggle, his feather light touch overwhelming.
âHow late do you wanna stay?â
Joel checks his watch. Itâs 8:10.
âI told the Adlers I would be back by 9 so I meanâŠis that enough time for youâŠâ
âIâll take whatever you give me.â You smile against his face, kissing his cheek.
With that he returns his mouth to your own and he moves to cup under your shorts. He squeezes your ass and moves his hands under your thighs. In one swift motion he picks you up and is moving you both to your couch. You and him stumble into it and he sits down with you on his lap. You gasp and pull back.
âOk that was fucking hot Miller, my god could you get any sexier.â
âYou know whatâs sexyâŠâ he implies, pulling on the front of your bikini top, snapping the strap
âYou like it?â
âYou look like an absolute snack in this thing darling. And your ass, fuck I couldnât stop looking at it by the pool.â he pants
âGlad you noticed. I was trying to impress you if you didnât pick up on that when I told you.â
âOh I did, and it worked. It definitely worked.â He sighs, sealing his words with another searing kiss.
You rock against him as his mouth moves with yours. You simply canât get enough of him like this and he desperately wants to devour you. His hands wrap around your back, pulling you flush against his chest. He moves to squeeze your ass again, fingers dancing underneath your jeans. He grabs and gropes you, causing you to whine and whimper into his mouth.
âI love those pretty little noises you make, baby. I canât wait to hear what other noises you make for me.â He whispers
He pulls at the hem of your jeans, tugging on them until they slide down your ass. You stand up, pulling them down your smooth legs. He starts rubbing the back of your thighs, moving his hands up and down and settling them underneath the cheek of your ass. He pulls your waist close to his face, your pelvis practically grinding up against his nose and lips. You delicately place your hands on his shoulders as he admires you.
âLet me see that cute little ass of yours again, babydollâ
Then suddenly you are spun around and he grips the strings of your bikini bottoms slowly pulling them down. As he does, he kisses the bear skin thatâs being revealed to him until his lips are consuming your ass. You let out a sigh, arching your back slightly as his mouth finds your core. He dives in, placing his hands on the meat of your ass and nuzzling into your cheeks. His soft lips began to kiss your folds, and you buck up against his face. He growls against you, groping your cheeks and diving in to taste you. His mouth and tongue finds your clit and he begins to lap at it. Heâs so hungry for you. So desperate to drink up your juices like a sweet nectar. Your legs quiver slightly and Joel notices. He wraps his hands around the front of your thighs, steadying you , while simultaneously pulling you closer to his mouth. He pulls back quickly, replacing his mouth with his fingers. He rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves feverishly, cooing as you moan and whine.
âTastes so good. So fucking good baby.â He whispers.
He mouths at your pussy, his saliva mixing with your juices, making you so wet. Youâre throbbing into his mouth and he places a few chase kisses to your cunt, before pulling away. He takes his shirt off and tosses it aside. He gives your core a few more open mouth kisses then spins you around once more, and you take off your top. You slowly pull the dainty string, letting your bikini top fall off you and onto his lap. He moans, clutching the top in his hand. You move to straddle him and he tosses the top on the ground.
Before you can put your weight on him, he bucks his hips, taking his trunks off. His cock springs forward and he takes his incredible length in his hand. He slowly pumps himself and you lower your ass onto his thighs. You donât quite sink into him yet, wanting to appreciate this moment with him. He cups your ass and you clasp the back of his neck. He leans forward to press feather light kisses along your jaw and neck. Then his actions get more aggressive as he starts to manipulate your breasts. You mewl and arch into him. Your entire body starts to slowly rock against his, teasing him with your wet core on his cock.
âFuck I want you. I can feel ya. So wet.â
You nod, biting your lip and Joel loves his hand down in between your legs again. He plays with your clit for a moment, before sinking a finger in you. You buck up on him, and steady yourself on his shoulders. He pumps his finger into you, loving the way your heat and juices consume his digit. He adds another one, and you feel so incredibly full.
âYou ready for me?â Joel murmurs against your neck.
âMhmm, please Joel. Iâve wanted this for so long!â You gasp as he removes his fingers. He wraps his hand around his cock, guiding it to your entrance. The tip pokes in, then you engulf the rest, taking his full length in you. He lets out a staggering moan as he works his lips down to your collarbone and valley of your breasts. You move your hips, slowly grinding on his cock and your tits bounce in his face. He chuckles and looks up at you. He sits back, holding your hips as you ride him.
âFucking look at you girl. So gorgeous my god.â
You giggle in return, feeling up your body and playing with your boobs.
âThatâs it, put on a little show for me.â
You bounce on him, continuing to feel your body and then you touch your clit, swirling it around in between your fingers. You let out a long, breathy moan, tilting your head back.
âMmm Joel, Joel Joel JoelâŠ.â You hang his name as he squeezes your ass harshly. He helps you move, shoving your body onto his cock and moving his hands to hold your hips.
âThatâs it. Oh my god youâre perfectâŠâ
You learn back slightly, rolling your hips and tummy. He splays his hands over your waist, his breath hitching. He loves watching you move. He loves how you feel and needs more. Joel moves expertly to stand up, keeping himself buried inside you and, placing you on your back, you yelp as he lays you on the couch. He dives in for your lips again. He crawls on top of you, wasting no time shoving his length into you. Cupping your face. He rocks his hips, his cock filling you up once again. He speeds up, drilling into you. Your legs fold up to your chest, giving him better access to your pussy. As he thrusts into you, his beautiful eyes meet your own, his gaze thirsty for more. He rests his forehead against you and pants.
âYou close?â
âIf you touch me again. Play with me a little then Iâll come⊠please JoelâŠâ
âYeah? Like this baby?â
He aggressively rubs your core, his hand in sync with his hips. You nod and let out a series of incoherent babbles. You move against his hand and cock, a pool of ecstasy filling your stomach and drowning your senses. Your heat builds and builds until you break. You clench down around him, your breath leaving you as Joelâs mouth falls onto your own. With a few more of his own pumps, his seed is spilling inside you.
âOh shitâ he curses âfuck baby itâs just you felt so good shit Iâm sorry.â
âItâs fine Iâm on the pill.â
âYou sure itâs ok?
You nod and he kisses you deeply, lips pressing firmly on your own. You moan, holding his face.
âYou just might be the most perfect thing on the planet, ya know that?â
âWhatever you say.â you chuckle
âI know this may come off as formal given what we just did, but I really wanna take you out for a drink sometime. Like an actual date. If you want?â
âYes Joel, Iâd like that very much.â
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please please please, I need a part 2 to your loving dad Toji/ Preschool teacher reader ficđđItâs so goodđ
"Who's your new teacher?" (Pt. 2)
Synopsis: Toji gets the phone number of Megumi's preschool teacher that he's been crushing on. [Pt. 1 here]
Contains: plenty of fluff, crack, megumi is four, tsumiki is seven, toji is still toji (but like he's soft for his kids and he takes care of them), reader is a preschool teacher, reader and toji are around the same age, toji being soft and a little shy, mentions of shiu, everyone is happy bc i said so
a/n: sorry that this took a while! also, barely proof-read. sorry for mistakes!
update: part 3 here
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3:30pm, which means that itâs about time for the children to get picked up from preschool. Until theyâre picked up by their parents, they run out any additional energy they have on the playground.
All except one.Â
Instead of playing with the other kids, Megumi Fushiguro sits next to you at one of the tables of the playground with his dog plushie occupying the space beside him. Heâs quiet, but relaxed and happy as he fills a page in the coloring book you bought for him and only for him. You notice him digging for a green crayon, and you hand one to him. His eyes light up as he accepts it from you. âThank you,â he says softly.Â
You smile at him. âOf course.â Your heart melts when the four year-old returns your smile, then goes back to coloring. Though you enjoyed all of your students, there was no doubt that Megumi was your favorite. According to some of the other teachers, Megumi barely spoke to anyone and always distanced himself. However, he loves being in your presence. He always lets you hold his hand when walking anywhere, or fix his hair,âyou still wonder how itâs so spikyâand he talks to you the most. You enjoy his stories about his family, and his love for dogs.
âWhat are you drawing?â You ask when you notice that heâs drawing on a blank page instead of filling in the lines of the coloring book.
Megumi covers it and pouts slightly. âItâs a surprise. You canât look until Iâm done.âÂ
âOkay. No problem.âÂ
âHi, Gumi! Hi, Ms. [Y/L/N}!â The familiar, happy voice fills your ears, and excitement swirls in your stomach. Tsumiki Fushiguro skips over to the table, putting her backpack down and gently hugging her little brother, careful not to disturb his coloring. Then, she wraps you in a hug, one that you happily receive. âHello, sweetheart! How was school and soccer practice?âÂ
âIt was fun! Weâre going to have a game soon!âÂ
Your eyes scan the playground. If Tsumiki was here, then that meant thatâ
âLooking for me?â The low, smooth voice sends a small shiver down your spine.
There he is.Â
You turn around and look up at a smirking Toji Fushiguro, who is without a doubt the most handsome man youâve ever seen in your life. Tall, muscular, dark hair with a scar on his lip, charming, and so gentle with his two kids. Behind him was his friend, Shiu Kong, who you had seen a couple of times. He would pick up Megumi if Toji was held up at work.Â
âYeah,â you answer as you release Tsumiki and stand up, mirroring his smile. âI was. How was work?âÂ
Though you enjoyed the activities of your job, this was your favorite part of the day. Nearly every afternoon for the last month and a half, you would spend some quiet time with Megumi during pick-up time, greet Tsumiki when Toji came, then spend at least twenty minutes talking with him while the kids played. A few of your coworkers picked up on how often you were smiling with him, and lightly teased you for having a crush. At first, you denied it, but when you caught yourself daydreaming about him for the umpteenth time while at work, doing chores at home, or before bed, you finally accepted it.Â
âWork was fine,â he answers, then gestures to Megumi. âHowâd he do today?âÂ
âHeâs perfect, as always.âÂ
âDone!â Megumi springs up, then stands in-between you and Toji, raising his arms above his head to show you two the picture he was drawing.Â
Toji smiles down at his son. âAw, thatâs sweet, Megs. What is it?âÂ
You look down to see four happy, smiling figures on the paper, and even though you can tell what they are, you still let Megumi explain them. âThis oneâs me,â he says as he points to the smaller figure with dark hair and t-shirt with a dog on it. Next is the taller girl beside him. âThis is Tsumiki!â He tilts the paper towards his sister, who âawwsâ in response. Then he smiles up at you as he points to the woman. âThis is you, and then right here is Papa.â In the drawing, youâre wearing a brightly colored dress and standing next to Toji.
Toji peers down at what Megumi drew, and asks, âHey, how come my cheeks are pink?âÂ
Megumi raises a brow, looking up at him in confusion. âYour cheeks are always pink when youâre around Ms. [Y/L/N],â he says matter-of-factly.Â
Tojiâs eyes widen, and Shiu turns around, doing his best to stifle his laugh. âThatâs notâ No, theyâre not-â As Toji fumbles around his words, you catch itâthe faint dust of pink on his cheeks, almost missed due to the sunlight on his face.Â
You donât point out the small detail that youâre also blushing in Megumiâs drawing.Â
Tojiâs phone buzzes, and he fishes it out to silence the notification. âCrap. We gotta get going. Megumi has a doctorâs appointment.âÂ
At that, Megumi whines and clutches your hand. âI donât wanna go, papa.âÂ
Your heart squeezes at the utter fear in his eyes, and Toji kneels in front of him. âMegs, I promise, thereâs no shots this time. Itâs just a little check-up to make sure that youâre healthy.âÂ
You also kneel down, and the small boy wraps his arms around you. âDonât wanna go,â he repeats, and he sounds like heâs on the verge of tears, âit was scary last time.âÂ
âAw, itâs okay, Gumi.â You rub a comforting hand up and down his back, then through his hair. âYour dad wouldnât lie to you, and he wouldnât let anything bad happen to you. I understand how youâre feeling, though. Doctors can be pretty scary. How about this? Be brave during your check-up, and Iâll have a nice gift for you tomorrow.âÂ
Megumi looks up at you, and excitement replaces the fear that was in his eyes before. âA gift? What is it?âÂ
âYouâll have to see. Itâs a surprise,â you say, and you watch as he takes a big breath to calm himself. âOkay.â He hugs you once more, and you see a relieved Toji mouth the words, âThank youâ to you.Â
As you help Megumi gather his things, you see Toji whispering to Tsumiki, who looks like she can barely contain her excitement. Once sheâs ready, she bounces over to you. âMs. [Y/L/N]?âÂ
âYes, sweetheart?âÂ
âPapa wants to ask for your phone number,â then she lowers her voice to a not-so-quiet-whisper. âBut heâs too shy. Also, can you come to my soccer game pretty, pretty pleaseeeee?!âÂ
Toji lets out a loud, mortified gasp. âTsumiki, you were supposed to mention the soccer game and then the phone numberâ oh, my god.â He buries his face in his hand, and this time, Shiu Kong canât hold back his laugh.Â
You also laugh, then pat the top of her head. âIâll come to your game, Tsumiki. I canât wait to see you play!âÂ
âYay!â She cheers, completely ignoring the fact that her fatherâs about to die of embarrassment.Â
You approach Toji, who bashfully rubs the back of his head. âThat completely backfired. Iâm so sorry. If you donât want to, I completely understand-âÂ
âNo, I would love to. Yes to Tsumikiâs game, and yes to giving you my phone number.âÂ
He hands you his phone, watching you as you put in your number and texting yourself so you had his. You hand it back, then he effortlessly scoops up Megumi. âIâll text you the details later.âÂ
âPerfect. See you soon.âÂ
Tojiâs eyes soften, and he uses his free hand to push a strand of your hair out of your face. Your heart pounds fast in your chest, and your cheeks heat. âSee you soon, doll,â he says.
You nearly stop breathing at the new nickname. As you wave them all goodbye, you let out a slow, blissful sigh. You got his number. Soon, youâll be going to Tsumikiâs game, then maybe on a date with him, thenâ
You snap yourself out of it. Donât think too far ahead. Focus on now. You can freak out about everything else later.Â
Right now, you have to get a present for Megumi when heâs done with his doctorâs appointment.
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tags: @sad-darksoul @binnieonabike @byul9158 @sugurubabe @namjooningera @xxkay15xx @eternallyvenus @chosoyukisgf
sorry if I missed anyone! went based off the replies in part one <3
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#toji x reader#toji fluff#toji fushiguro x reader#toji imagine#megumi fushiguro#jujutsu kaisen x reader#fushiguro tsumiki#written by rey <3#jjk fluff#toji fushiguro#toji x you
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To soothe myself from my last post where itâs non-Joker hate *shudders* here have this.
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The first three months of Dannyâs stay in Gotham had been mostly quiet. No big Rogue attacks since most of them were in Arkham. Unfortunately that had come to an end. There was a mass breakout and among them was the Joker.
Danny had made friends with a couple people, during his classes, and had met his new crush Tim at a coffee shop. He was actually with Tim when they got the news about the breakout. They had been walking out to Timâs car so he could be driven home when it happened.
Timâs POV
He had been talking with Danny when he saw him shudder and stop walking.
He frowned, turning towards him. âDanny? Whatâs wrong?â He watched as Danny paled, full body twitched, then his eyes turned a glowing red that took over his entire eyes. He snarled, face almost inhuman as he turned and booked it down the street at inhuman speeds (though nowhere near Flash speed).
Scrambling Tim jumped in his car and chased after Danny, though he quickly lost him. He grabbed his com and turned it on. âOracle, I need you to track someone.â He quickly rattled out along with the street information and Dannyâs description.
âRed Robin, report.â Batman growled out.
âI was walking with my friend back to my car after we heard the news of the breakout. On the way there he froze and then⊠Iâm not quite sure but whatever it was I donât think he was in control anymore.â
There was silence for a few moments on the coms. Oracle spoke, âI think I found his location. The cameras are fritzing out big time in a decent area near your location.â
When he managed to get there he was honestly a little sickened. There was body parts and blood everywhere. Joker goons, from the occasional mask lying around. Swallowing he ventured deeper into the zone, having to turn off his coms due to the screeching interference.
When he finally set his eyes on Danny it was to see him arm deep into the Jokerâs chest. He paused, watching as the Jokerâs body fell to the floor, his heart still in Dannyâs hand. He watched as Dannyâs eyes stopped glowing red and he swayed, dropping the heart to bring a hand to his head.
âDanny?â He asked hesitantly.
Danny turned, a hazy expression on his face. âTim?â He slurred out.
Quickly making his way over he managed to prevent Danny from toppling over, grimacing at the blood now coating his hand. He noticed the other bats and birds arriving on scene out of the corner of his eye, but stayed focused on Danny. âLetâs get you out of here.â He said gently as he guided Danny out of the area.
Later, after he had managed to get Danny some water and a bit of food, he asked, âDo you remember what happened, Danny?â His friend looked down at his blood covered hands. âI remember walking to your car when it was like I was being grabbed by a bunch of hands and I couldnât move. Then⊠it almost felt like I was being stuffed into a box or something and everything was hazy and indistinct after that. I tried fighting it but it like catching smoke. Then I was being released but it was like I had no energy. I know you called my name but I donât recall much until after you gave me the energy bar.â
Tim frowned, glancing at Black Bat. He saw her sign âtrueâ and nodded. Looks like they might have to call the JLD on this one.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#Danny canonically can still be possessed in human form#The Joker has a TON of spirits following him for their unjust deaths#They saw Danny as a suitable vessel and decided to get their own justice#Danny may be strong but he was not prepared for hundreds/thousands of ghosts to attack at one time and possess him#Danny will be having nightmares about this for awhile#Good thing Tim is there to comfort him *wink*
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Little Things - Sylus x Isekai Fem Reader
Summary: When your consciousness somehow ended up in the LADS MCâs body right as Sylusâ character was released. You went through what the MC was supposed to do in the game and while waiting for the next update, youâve gotten closer to Sylus that he treats you with everything you couldnât have in your world
A/N: I canât help but make a fic where you took over the MCâs body and became the MC. Though in this fic, Sylus already knows that youâre not exactly the MC yet heâs also not complaining about your company and even started to open up to you and even allow you to use his money but heâs confused as to why youâre not spending as much as he thought
I was inspired by a fic that I read on Tumblr by @atoltia
Sequel: Welcome to My World
Disclaimer: I do not own the images nor the characters or you (the MC). All images were taken from Pinterest.
Warning: will be using MC instead of (Y/N) as itâs easier for me, fluff, slight angst (no character death), overthinker MC, soft Sylus
âYou go talk to himâ Luke nudged his twin brother who stared back at him thinking that he was crazy
âAre you crazy? Iâm not talking to him. Have you seen how heâs been the past few weeks? Heâs been on his phone, checking something out almost every day unless heâs with MCâ Kieran replied back as both he and Luke were eyeing Sylus who was in his study, wearing some comfortable clothing and glasses while scrolling through his phone
âDo you think that heâs planning to do something for MC? Like maybe propose to her? I mean. ever since their first meeting, heâs been different? More attentive towards MC. He even gave her the brooch which is the direct access to the N109 zone. He even let her drive his cars and do whatever she wanted with the place though I like her style. It feels more homey nowadaysâ Luke pointed out and Kieran agreed with his twin
The twins kept on talking in front of the study room until Sylus had it and called the twins inside. âI know you both are out there. Either come in and report what you want to report or leave before I stop letting either of you peek aroundâ
Immediately, the twins walked into the study where they saw their boss still not looking up from his phone. The twins looked at each other before agreeing to speak at the same time.
âWe cleaned up at the next like you saidâ Kieran mentioned
âAre you going to propose to MC?â Luke mentioned
The twins looked at each other, confused that their twin telepathy was not working when they needed it. Hearing a grunt, the twins immediately apologised and begged Sylus to not hurt them or worse; make them clean the entire penthouse.
âWhat Luke meant was how is MC?â Kieran quickly changed his twinâs wording
âYea. Thatâs what I meant. I mean, you seem to be glued to your phone boss. We assume that itâs because of MC so we were wondering if anything happened to her or if you need us to watch her?â Luke added on
âActually, perhaps you can watch her for meâ Sylus mentioned and the twins sighed of relief until they heard the next words come out of Sylusâ mouth. âIâd like to know why isnât she using my card like I expected her toâ
The twins looked at each other, confused once more. âWhat do you mean sheâs not using your card, sir?â Kieran asked
âDo you think she lost it? Or perhaps she gave it to someone and thatâs why her spending is crazyâ Luke added on and for the first time, the twins saw their boss put his phone down only to open up several holographic files; specifically transactions from his card
âNo. Itâs quite the opposite actually. She has my card. She uses it but not as much as I thought. Sheâs only spending on the daily necessities and occasionally a book or two. Never any jewellery, any new clothing. She only bought one hairdryer set and never any other hair tools except a brush and clips and even those are cheap. The most she spent was just a water dispenser and an air fryer. What, does she think that sheâs being stingy if she were to spend a lot of my money? Or perhaps she wants to seem more independent? What if she thinks that Iâm in debt?â Sylus kept going on until the twins stopped him
âUh, boss. I donât think itâs any of those reasonsâ Luke mentioned, catching Sylusâ attention. âWhat do you mean, Luke?â
âI mean. Iâve, weâve, talked to her sometimes and she just mentioned that she doesnât know what to use all the money for. I donât think that she thinks youâre in debt or feel bad about using your money. Itâs just that sheâs not used to it. Not used to having a lot of money that sheâs overwhelmed?â Luke explained while Sylus had a deep thought
âOverwhelmed? Itâs the first I heard of this. You would think that when someone has this amount of money in the palm of their hands, they would go crazy almost immediatelyâ Sylus replied
âWell, sheâs not like most people, sirâ Luke added on and thatâs what got Sylus to get up from his study room and go to find MC
Sylus looked around for you in the penthouse from the kitchen, living room, the guest bedroom where you typically like to be when youâre alone, and finally, his bedroom which is practically your shared bedroom ever since an incident that happened early in your meeting together.
As he was walking towards the master bedroom, Sylus could hear some music playing. Slowly opening the door to the room, Sylus peeked in and saw your small figure on the bed, humming to the music that was playing from your phone at the same time doing something.
Smiling to himself, Sylus decided to lean by the door as he made himself noticed by you. âSweetie, what are you doing in here all alone?â
Looking up from your hands, you looked at Sylus who put on that soft smile only for you. âHi Sy. Iâm just trying to stitch up a T-shirt of mine. Iâm almost done. Do you need help to make dinner?â you asked, finishing up the T-shirt you were stitching as Sylus made his way towards you
âNo. Iâve decided to order in for tonight. I got your favouritesâ Sylus mentioned as you hummed
âThere we go. Finally done. So, dinner?â you mentioned, placing down the T-shirt you were sewing which made Sylus chuckled
âItâs on its way, sweetheart. Which meansâŠâ Sylus grabbed your hand and yanked you towards him, laying down on the bed together as he held you close. âWe have a bit of time to ourselves before dinner comesâ
Giggling at his clingy behaviour, you accepted defeat that you couldnât fight him on this and just leaned your head to his chest, listening to his slightly abnormal fast heartbeat while feeling Sylusâ fingers going through your hair.
âSweetieâŠâ Sylus called you while you hummed, feeling a bit drowsy
âWhy do you work so hard to sew your T-shirt when you couldâve bought a new one? You know that I can find someone to make the exact same one with the same materials and everythingâ Sylus mentioned
âI knowâ you answered, drawing circles on Sylusâ chest while continuing. âI know that you could most probably buy anything I want and more. But while all that sounds good, itâs the little things, the memories that come with what I have now that matterâ
âIs that so?â Sylus asked, as if he was still unsure of your answer and the tone he used made you look up at him. âIs there something wrong with my answer? Was it not what you expected? Along with how Iâve been using your card?â you asked back which made Sylus chuckle
âYou know me so well, donât you kitten?â Sylus chuckled, caressing your cheek with his large hands now making you giggle
âI mean, Iâve been observing you longer than you observing me. But you should know, Iâm more than grateful for you giving me your card. Itâs an incredible privilege and it makes me know how much trust you have in me. Though, I donât need all that when I can do all the little things with you. Even as simple as cleaning together or moments like right now is what I cherish the mostâ you mentioned and using his hand that was on your cheek, Sylus gently lifted your face as he gave your lips one of the softest kisses you ever had whilst caressing your cheek at the same time
Pulling away, you were met with Sylusâ soft gaze and smile once again and instantly felt the heat rush to your cheeks as you questioned him. âW-whatâs with the sudden affectionâ
Smirking, Sylus pulled your smaller body with him as he sat on the bed, leaning at the headboard. âWhy not? You said you cherish the little things and moments. If you wonât accept being spoiled by my wealth then I might as well spoil you with what you actually want, isnât that right?â
Hearing those words out of his mouth made your head feel light. Throughout your life back home, you rarely get any affection from those close to you; resulting in indulging yourself with what used to be a âsilly gameâ until you somehow ended up in the silly game yourself.
You closed your eyes, worried that water that was building in your eyes would spill because of the constant worry and thought that this was all just a dream. Noticing your quiet self, Sylus grew worried and cupped your face with both his hands and saw that a tear managed to slip out of your eye. âSweetie? Whatâs wrong? Was I pressuring you?â
Shaking your head, you managed to reply to him. âNo. Youâre not. Itâs justâŠIâm, I worryâ
âWorry? About what sweetheart? Take your time. I got youâ Sylus replied
âIâŠyou know I donât belong here and yet you still spoil me. What if one day, I somehow wake up and Iâm back in my own world? What if one day when you wake up, itâs who you were supposed to meet that greets you? What ifâŠâ Sylus didnât let you continue as he immediately kissed you once again, though this time was slightly rough with a sense of urgency
âI donât want any what ifs, kitten. Youâre here. In my arms. My lips are on yours. Your body might be someone elseâs but your soul is what I care more about. Even if one day you go back. Iâll find a way. Against all odds, Iâll find a way back to you even if itâs against the universeâ Sylus stated, his grip on your face getting a bit tighter as if he was afraid that youâd slip away
âSylusâŠâ you softly called him, holding his hand that was on your face when Sylus grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers together
âYou feel this? Itâs real. Just like me. Just like right now. So stop saying these things or do you need me to show you how real this is?â Sylus mentioned, his tone was a bit harsh but soft at the same time
âYouâre crazy you know that. Defying the universe to go to anotherâ you pouted but it successfully made Sylus chuckle
âI am. I would do that you knowâ Sylus took your hand and kissed the knuckles. âIâd do whatever it takes to find youâ
âBut you donât know what I actually look likeâ you argued
âI know your name, your age, how you actâ Sylus replies, making you chuckle
âYou really are a stubborn crow, arenât you?â you teased and Sylus leaned down to kiss your forehead. âOnly for you, sweetieâ
âCome. Dinner should be arriving. We can put on that show youâve been wanting to watch. Or we can do something elseâ Sylus mentioned, picking you up so suddenly that you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck
âCan we just chill on the sofa with some chill movie and cuddle?â you asked
Smiling, Sylus kissed you again. âAnything you want, sweetie. Weâre making the most together and appreciating all the little things, remember?â
Sylus then brought the two of you to the living room where he let you turn on the TV and ate dinner together, wrapping a blanket around the two of you as you both enjoyed the rest of the night basking in each otherâs embrace and enjoying these small intimate moments together.
A/N: OMG thank you so much to everyone who has been reading, liking, and reblogging my Sylus fics T^T I truly did not expect so many people enjoy my writing especially the fact that I'm new to the LADS space. If anyone wants to be mutuals on the game, do message me!! Otherwise, thank you for reading and hope this fic managed to brighten your day!! xoxo peanutwott
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NASA Inspires Your Crafty Creations for World Embroidery Day
Itâs amazing what you can do with a little needle and thread! For #WorldEmbroideryDay, we asked what NASA imagery inspired you. You responded with a variety of embroidered creations, highlighting our different areas of study.
Hereâs what we found:
Webbâs Carina Nebula
Wendy Edwards, a project coordinator with Earth Science Data Systems at NASA, created this embroidered piece inspired by Webbâs Carina Nebula image. Captured in infrared light, this image revealed for the first time previously invisible areas of star birth. Credit: Wendy Edwards, NASA. Pattern credit: Clare Bray, Climbing Goat Designs
Wendy Edwards, a project coordinator with Earth Science Data Systems at NASA, first learned cross stitch in middle school where she had to pick rotating electives and cross stitch/embroidery was one of the options. âWhen I look up to the stars and think about how incredibly, incomprehensibly big it is out there in the universe, Iâm reminded that the universe isnât âout thereâ at all. Weâre in it,â she said. Her latest piece focused on Webbâs image release of the Carina Nebula. The image showcased the telescopeâs ability to peer through cosmic dust, shedding new light on how stars form.
Ocean Color Imagery: Exploring the North Caspian Sea
Danielle Currie of Satellite Stitches created a piece inspired by the Caspian Sea, taken by NASAâs ocean color satellites. Credit: Danielle Currie/Satellite Stitches
Danielle Currie is an environmental professional who resides in New Brunswick, Canada. She began embroidering at the beginning of the Covid-19 pandemic as a hobby to take her mind off the stress of the unknown. Danielleâs piece is titled â46.69, 50.43,â named after the coordinates of the area of the northern Caspian Sea captured by LandSat8 in 2019.
An image of the Caspian Sea captured by Landsat 8 in 2019. Credit: NASA
Two Hubble Images of the Pillars of Creation, 1995 and 2015
Melissa Cole of Star Stuff Stitching created an embroidery piece based on the Hubble image Pillars of Creation released in 1995. Credit: Melissa Cole, Star Stuff Stitching
Melissa Cole is an award-winning fiber artist from Philadelphia, PA, USA, inspired by the beauty and vastness of the universe. They began creating their own cross stitch patterns at 14, while living with their grandparents in rural Michigan, using colored pencils and graph paper. The Pillars of Creation (Eagle Nebula, M16), released by the Hubble Telescope in 1995 when Melissa was just 11 years old, captured the imagination of a young person in a rural, religious setting, with limited access to science education.
Lauren Wright Vartanian of the shop Neurons and Nebulas created this piece inspired by the Hubble Space Telescopeâs 2015 25th anniversary re-capture of the Pillars of Creation. Credit:Â Lauren Wright Vartanian, Neurons and Nebulas
Lauren Wright Vartanian of Guelph, Ontario Canada considers herself a huge space nerd. Sheâs a multidisciplinary artist who took up hand sewing after the birth of her daughter. Sheâs currently working on the illustrations for a science themed alphabet book, made entirely out of textile art. It is being published by Firefly Books and comes out in the fall of 2024. Lauren said she was enamored by the original Pillars image released by Hubble in 1995. When Hubble released a higher resolution capture in 2015, she fell in love even further! This is her tribute to those well-known images.
James Webb Telescope Captures Pillars of Creation
Darci Lenker of Darci Lenker Art, created a rectangular version of Webbâs Pillars of Creation. Credit:Â Darci Lenker of Darci Lenker Art
Darci Lenker of Norman, Oklahoma started embroidery in college more than 20 years ago, but mainly only used it as an embellishment for her other fiber works. In 2015, she started a daily embroidery project where she planned to do one one-inch circle of embroidery every day for a year. She did a collection of miniature thread painted galaxies and nebulas for Science Museum Oklahoma in 2019. Lenker said she had previously embroidered the Hubble Telescopeâs image of Pillars of Creation and was excited to see the new Webb Telescope image of the same thing. Lenker could not wait to stitch the same piece with bolder, more vivid colors.
Milky Way
Darci Lenker of Darci Lenker Art was inspired by NASAâs imaging of the Milky Way Galaxy. Credit: Darci Lenker
In this piece, Lenker became inspired by the Milky Way Galaxy, which is organized into spiral arms of giant stars that illuminate interstellar gas and dust. The Sun is in a finger called the Orion Spur.
The Cosmic Microwave Background
This image shows an embroidery design based on the cosmic microwave background, created by Jessica Campbell, who runs Astrostitches. Inside a tan wooden frame, a colorful oval is stitched onto a black background in shades of blue, green, yellow, and a little bit of red. Credit: Jessica Campbell/ Astrostitches
Jessica Campbell obtained her PhD in astrophysics from the University of Toronto studying interstellar dust and magnetic fields in the Milky Way Galaxy. Jessica promptly taught herself how to cross-stitch in March 2020 and has since enjoyed turning astronomical observations into realistic cross-stitches. Her piece was inspired by the cosmic microwave background, which displays the oldest light in the universe.
The full-sky image of the temperature fluctuations (shown as color differences) in the cosmic microwave background, made from nine years of WMAP observations. These are the seeds of galaxies, from a time when the universe was under 400,000 years old. Credit: NASA/WMAP Science Team
GISSTEMP: NASAâs Yearly Temperature Release
Katy Mersmann, a NASA social media specialist, created this embroidered piece based on NASAâs Goddard Institute for Space Studies (GISS) global annual temperature record. Earthâs average surface temperature in 2020 tied with 2016 as the warmest year on record. Credit: Katy Mersmann, NASA
Katy Mersmann is a social media specialist at NASAâs Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Md. She started embroidering when she was in graduate school. Many of her pieces are inspired by her work as a communicator. With climate data in particular, she was inspired by the researchers who are doing the work to understand how the planet is changing. The GISTEMP piece above is based on a data visualization of 2020 global temperature anomalies, still currently tied for the warmest year on record.
In addition to embroidery, NASA continues to inspire art in all forms. Check out other creative takes with Landsat Crafts and the James Webb Space telescope public art gallery.
Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space!
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â [Bed Chem | Spencer Reid]
Pairing~ Spencer Reid x Singer!Reader
Genre~ fluff, very suggestive
Word Count~ 2.2k
Warnings~ sexual innuendos, spencer being an awkward cutie
a/n~ very fluffy and cute but also VERY suggestive, and I know some of the lyrics down match up with spence so pls dont hate me also I just used a photo of sab so dont hate me it was just to visualize!!! also NOT PROOFREAD!!!! also I added links to visualize for me people who are visual-izers lol k have fun!
part 1!! part 2!!
(Narrator POV)
Penelope had gathered everyone in her apartment for her usual get-together, but this time, she seemed particularly excited about something. She wouldnât stop grinning, and none of the team could get a straight answer about what they were about to listen to. Spencer would rather be at home with you, since days that you're in Virginia are scarce, but you insisted he hang out with his friends. He sat in Penelopeâs apartment excited for the night to be over so he could return home to you.
âCome on, Babygirl, spill it,â Derek said, giving her an exasperated look. âWhatâs this surprise? Is it a podcast? Audiobook? Something crime-related?â
âOh, it's so much better than that!â Penelope said with a mischievous look in her eye. âItâs music! A new artist Iâm obsessed with. Her name is Y/n Y/l/n and she's so amazing youâre going to love her! Weâre listening to her new album Short nâ Sweet, she only has a performance out for Bed Chem so weâre going to start off with that!â
The fact that she had chosen your album had made Spencer uncharacteristically nervous, and now that Penelope was about to press play on a song about him, his unease was starting to become visible. Spencer stiffened beside Derek, his fingers nervously twitching at his sides. He knew this album very well. Penelope pressed play, and the first beats of âBed Chemâ by you started filling the room. The sultry intro immediately set the tone, and Spencer swallowed hard. He could feel the heat rise in his cheeks. Of all the songs.
I was in a sheer dress the day that we met
We were both in a rush, we talked for a sec
Your friend hit me up so we could connect
And what are the odds? You sent me a textâŠ
Emily raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âOoh, this sounds fun.â JJ nodded along, smiling. âItâs catchy.â But it wasnât long before the lyrics kicked in, and as Spencer listened to the opening lyrics he recalled how you two met:
Flashback
(Y/n POV)
âListen, I know I have all these things to do but I just need time ok? The album needs something, I am not at all ready for it to come out. It's literally all just sad, and there needs to be something else apart from it. Nat, please just a few more months and you can release it no matter what- oh my, i'm so sorry that was totally my fault!â I exclaimed seeing coffee spill all over the coat of the stranger in front of me. My phone fell on the ground between us landing under the books that had slipped from his hand. I look up and am met with big brown eyes that look like chocolate I can just melt in.
The stranger in front of me gasped slightly, looking down at his now coffee-stained coat. "No, no, it's okay!" he reassured me, his voice soft but flustered as he knelt down to gather his fallen books. I crouched quickly, reaching for my phone that had landed just beneath one of his thick textbooks.
âIâm really sorry,â I said again, glancing up at him once again as our hands brushed while reaching for the same book. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I was struck by how gentle his expression was, despite the mess I had made.
He smiled softly, his eyes crinkling at the edges in a way that made my heart skip a beat. "Really, it's fine," he said, handing me the phone. "Accidents happen." I let out a small, relieved laugh, grateful he wasnât upset. âIâll buy you a new coat or at least pay for the dry cleaning. Seriously, Iâm-â
âYou donât have to do that,â he interrupted, standing up and shaking his head. âItâs just coffee. I can clean it up.â I straightened, still feeling embarrassed. âAt least let me buy you a coffee. You know, to replace the one I spilled.â I offered, hoping to make up for my clumsiness. He looked at me for a moment, considering it, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. âAlright. But only if youâll let me grab a seat and hear why youâre so stressed out.â He motioned towards the phone I had been mid-conversation with when we collided. I blinked, surprised by his easy going nature. "Deal," I said, smiling cheekily up at him âBut, uh... I didnât catch your name.â He extended a hand. "Spencer. Spencer Reid."
I shook his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch as I introduced myself. âNice to meet you, Spencer. I'm Y/n.â
Flashback Over
And now the next thing I know, I'm like
Manifest that you're oversized
I digress, got me scrollin' likeÂ
Out of breath, got me goin' like
Who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent? Like
Ooh, maybe it's all in my head
But I bet we'd have really good bed chem
Spencerâs stomach dropped as the next set of lyrics filled the room. Penelope was still humming along, enjoying the vibe of the song, completely oblivious to the growing nervousness inside of him.ââManifest that you're oversized... Out of breath, got me goin' like...ââ Penelope sang along under her breath. She glanced over at Spencer and caught him staring at the floor, his body stiff.Â
âOh, this oneâs so good! Itâs got that flirty energy.â Derek laughed. âItâs catchy, for sure. I wonder who the song is about though?â He grinned, âBet the dude is feelinâ pretty lucky.â Spencer's breath hitched as the chorus started
How you pick me up, pull me down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense
How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things, that's bed (bed) chem (chem)Â
How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means and I'm obsessedÂ
Are you free next week? I'd bet we'd have really good
Spencerâs mind was racing as the sound of your voice fills the room. He knew everyone was at ease and him being stiff and sweating was putting a spotlight on him. Emily let out a low chuckle as the suggestive lyrics played. âThis girl is something else. I donât know who sheâs singing about, but they must be good.â She raised an eyebrow, half-joking, but Spencer could feel his heart racing.
Come right on me I mean, camaraderieÂ
Said you're not in my timezone, but you wanna beÂ
Where art thou? Why not uponeth me?Â
See it in my mind, let's fulfil the prophecy Ooh (ah)Â
He takes in a sharp breath at the racy lyrics. His pulse quickened, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The team continued to listen, oblivious to the internal panic flooding his body. Each line felt more like a spotlight aimed directly at him. Derek let out a low whistle, eyebrows raising at the suggestive turn in the song. âDamn. This song is getting real interesting.â He laughed at Spencerâs uncomfortable state, completely unaware of the significance behind it.
JJ chuckled, swaying her head to the beat. âI love how bold she is! Whoever this song is about⊠they are very lucky.â Spencerâs hands gripped the edge of his seat, his face heating up. He could feel Emilyâs eyes subtly watching him from across the room. He wasnât sure how much longer he could endure this.
Who's the cute guy with the wide, brown eyes and the big bad, mmm, like?Â
Ooh (ah) I know it sound a bit redundantÂ
But I bet we'd have really good bed chem
As the song ended Spencer let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding in, thankful that the song was over. âWhat's up, pretty boy? Couldn't handle a pretty girl singing bout bad things?â Derek teased him, throwing an arm around his shoulders, his grin wide. As he was about to respond his phone rang, Spencerâs heart nearly jumped out of his chest when his phone buzzed on the table. The screen lit up with your name and contact photo, one of you smiling brightly. The entire team froze, their eyes slowly shifting from the phone to Spencer, then back to the phone.
Derekâs grin widened even more, his teasing now taking on a new level. âWell, well, well⊠Look who it is.â he said, still keeping his arm draped over Spencerâs shoulder. âIs this the mystery girl you've been so secretive about these past few months?â Penelope's eyes widened in excitement. âOh my gosh, Spencer! Are you going to answer? You have to answer.â JJ leaned in closer, a sly smile tugging at her lips. âThis explains a lot, actually,â she said, glancing from Spencer to the phone, Emily finished her sentence. âEspecially that song.â Spencer shook his head trying to hide his blush as he answered the phone.
âHey Y/nâ
âHey lover, you havin fun?â
âYeah, uh, the night took an interesting turnâŠâ
âOh? How so?â
âYeah, uh so Penelope invited us over and turns out it was a listening party⊠for your albumâŠâ
âOh- that hilarious oh myâ
âYeah and they just heard Bed Chem and they saw you called meâŠâ
âOh my- HAHA thats so funny whatttâ
âYeah, they wanna meet you now.â
âWell good because I've been wanting to meet them! Can you finally introduce us?â
âAlright well I guess itâs time. You're my person, I want you to meet my family.â
âWell I can't wait. What about you invite them to my concert next weekend in DC and we can go to dinner afterwards?â
âSounds perfect, like you, I'll see you at home I love you.â
âLove you too. See ya loverâ
Spencer returned to the group after hanging up, slipping his phone into his pocket. He tried to keep his expression neutral, but the warmth from your call still lingered on his face. As he sat down, the team was waiting for him, grins plastered across their faces, eyes twinkling with mischief. Derek was the first to break the silence, leaning in with a smirk. âSo, pretty boy, you and Y/n Y/l/n, huh? Sounds like sheâs got you all wrapped up in that album.â
Spencer shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the others, who were clearly holding back their laughter. âI didnât know we were having a listening party,â he mumbled, trying to divert the attention. âDidnât know? Or didnât plan on being exposed?â Emily teased, raising an eyebrow. Penelope gasped dramatically, clutching her heart. âI mean, Spencer Reid as a muse for a song about that? Honestly, Iâm living for this.â Spencerâs face flushed deep red. âItâs not exactly like that-â
âOh, come on, Spence!â JJ finally chimed in, laughing. âEven you have to admit itâs a little funny.â Spencer looked down at his hands, a small, shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. âOkay... maybe itâs a little funny.â The team erupted into laughter, the tension in the air easing as they continued to tease him, but in a much lighter, more affectionate way. âYou really had us going there, man,â Derek chuckled, shaking his head. âDidnât expect you two.â
Spencer sighed, still smiling despite the embarrassment. âI didnât expect it either... but, you know, Iâm really lucky to have her.â
âAnd clearly, sheâs lucky to have you, too,â Emily added, her teasing softening into something more sincere. âYou two make a great pair.â Spencer looked up at her, grateful for her words. âThanks, Emily.â
âShe uh, invited all of you to her concert next week and dinner afterwards so you guys can finally meet.â A mix of excitement and nervousness in his voice. âShe's been asking for a while but I've been nervous but she's really important to me. I really love her, you guys, and youre my family. It's time for you guys to meet.â He nodded sincerely.Â
Penelope was the first to speak, âOh my god, yes please I wasnât able to get tickets that amazing! And I cannot wait to meet her!â Her voice was laced with excitement. JJ smiled brightly, nudging Spencerâs shoulder playfully. âLook at you! Having a secret girlfriend. I love it. Iâm so happy for you, Spencer!â Emily beamed, her gaze softening. âYou two sound like a perfect match. I canât wait to meet her. Itâs about time you brought someone special around.â Derek raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin forming on his lips. âSo, what are you saying, Reid? Are you going to introduce us to your girlfriend or what? Does she have any friends for me?â Spencer rolled his eyes but couldnât help but smile. âI am not setting you up, but I know youâll love her. Sheâs the sweetest person ever. Just be nice, okay?âÂ
âI canât make any promises,â Derek joked, chuckling. âSeriously, though,â Emily said, her tone turning more sincere. âWeâre really happy for you, Spence. Itâs great to see you so happy.â He nodded, his heart swelling with affection for you and gratitude for his friends. âThanks, guys. I really appreciate it.â
The conversation continued, filled with excitement and anticipation for the upcoming concert. As the banter resumed, Spencer couldnât shake the feeling of joy bubbling within him. He knew that sharing this part of his life with his team was important, and he couldnât wait for you to meet the people who meant so much to him. Later that evening, as he headed home, he found himself smiling at the thought of seeing you. He couldn't wait to show you how much he cared about you and how much he wanted you to be a part of his world.
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I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR ANGST SM, WELL WRITTEN ISTG!! as one of my favorite angst writer, i had this idea in my mind for a long time. imagine you found out that you're 12 weeks pregnant and you were too excited to surprise satoru about it but when he came home, he broke the news that he got his ex pregnant. he was cheating and the surprise slipped out of your mind and you got angry at him and led into an argument... YOU CAN CONTINUE IF YOU WANT. I REALLY WANT TO SEE HOW OR WHAT ENDING YOU'LL WRITE. and also, make it a very very angst đ
anyway, don't be a stranger g.satoru
pairings: gojo satoru x fem! reader
cw: heavy angst, infidelity, pregnancy, illness, mentions of death, cremation, as usual not proofread hehe
a/n: YOU ASKED FOR THIS OKAY?? anyways, happy reading :p
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it was positive.
the moment you saw two red lines from the pregnancy test you bought, you didn't know what to feel at first, you were in disbelief so you tried it for the second, and third time, but the results did not change at all so you took this as a cue to visit a doctor, and there was no doubt in it, it was revealed that you were 12 weeks pregnant.
how should you tell your husband? satoru was barely home from his work after all. you knew how hard it is to be a new company's head so you understand him.
and so you dialed satoru's number as you nervously bit your bottom lip. he answered at the fifth ring.
"hello?"
"satoruâ" you paused, and a small smile made its way on your lips. "can you come home, tonight? are you busy?"
"uh, not really." he sounded unsure but you didn't even noticed it on how excited you were.
"can you come home tonight, please?" you repeated.
"alright." he said as you heard him sigh from the other line "iâ wanted to tell you something." he said and satoru's tone was unrecognizable, it was like his voice was slightly shaking.
"okay?" you worriedly said. "see you later, satoru. i love youuu."
"mhm, i love you too."
-
if someone would see you right now, they would, in an instant, notice that you were celebrating something special. you sure were prepared for satoru's return, you even wore nice dress and a cardigan as you await for his arrival.
and here he comes.
satoru enters the door and saw you approaching him.
"welcome home." you said as you leaned your face his chest followed by a kiss on his cheek. it was unusual on how he didn't return your advances as he walked past you.
his gloomy approach was affecting you as you placed a concerning hand on his shoulder, the surprise you prepared for him suddenly slipping out of your mind.
"what's wrong, honey?" you asked as you felt him tense up.
"you know i love you, right?" he said, and you thought you've read those words from a book before. you just hoped that the words he would say next wouldn't hurt you as much as the words on the book did.
you hummed in response as satoru turned to face you.
"i'm really sorry, my love. please forgive me."
"satoru, what's wrong? why are youâ i'm scared." you said as satoru face palmed, his own body giving up as he was forced to sit down on the couch as he opened his mouth to speak and..
what was he saying? you sure you've heard it but, it sounds muffled when it entered your ears.
"i'm so sorry." he said as he stood up, embracing you as tight as he could so you wouldn't have a chance to step away from him.
"how long?" you muttered and satoru wasn't familiar with the tone of your voice. he didn't respond and it made your blood boil as you pushed him. "i asked how long!" you yelled.
"4 months."
"4 months?! 4 fucking months and you're just informing me about it right now? is that why you're not always home?!" you were screaming at this point and satoru tried to reach for your hand but you were quick to draw back.
"i already cut off ties with her! please believe me."
"satoru, you got someone pregnant! do you want the child to grow up without a father?" you exclaimed as you released a heavy sigh.
"it was just a mistake, we were drunk." satoru said as he embraced you.
-
"are you sure you'd let me attend the reunion?"
"yup, why? don't you want to?" you said as you fixed his tie.
"my ex is going to be there, though." he said and out of all the reactions he could get from you, he didn't expect you to smile at him as you pinch his nose.
"i trust you, satoru. i already did the moment we exchanged vows."
-
satoru was sure that the trust you had for him was already gone by now.
"take responsibility, satoru." you said as you push him by his chest.
"i love you so so so much, (name). please, i can't live without you."
"satoru, you can't just have me around while raising a child with another woman! what would people say?"
"like i told you, i already cut off ties with her."
"i know how it feels to grow up without a father, satoru." you mumbled as you look down on the ground. "it'll be fine. i'll manage, somehow."
"noâ"
"why are you being stubborn!"
"you're being selfish!" he exclaimed as you gasp in surprise. selfish? you? how could he say that.
"you'll thank me someday, satoru." you mumbled.
"(name), please.."
"satoru. understand the situation." you weren't screaming anymore and.. why was he crying?
satoru took your hand on his as he placed it on his cheek and leaned on it, his tears stopping on your fingers and, you couldn't help but tear up as well.
"it'll be fine." you mumbled, voice breaking as you closed your eyes.
"i swear with all of my heart, that i love love love you. i'm sorry, forgive me. i didn't have enough courage to tell you sooner, because i was scared that it'll end up, like how it is now."
"it'll eventually come, you can't hide it from me forever, y'know." the storm was starting to calm as both of you spoke with hushed tones. "now go."
"let's talk about this one more time, please?" he mumbled as you slowly removed his hand on yours.
"then tell me, 'toru. what's there left for us to talk about?" you asked and satoru was, unfortunately quiet. "there's nothing, right?"
"love, please. i'm so sorry."
"what's done is done, satoru. we couldn't possibly go back in time and fix everything, right?"
"please." he whispered, hoping for something that he, himself doesn't even know what.
"i won't hate you for this, satoru. it's justâ i hope you told me sooner."
"i'm so sorry. i'm grateful to have you as my wife, i'm sorry if i couldn't treat you like how you deserve it."
he really didn't deserve you. you were so understanding that satoru couldn't even look at you in the eyes.
"i'll say it as many times as i could. i love you. i didn't regret marrying you." he said as he cupped your tear stained cheeks and leaned his forehead on yours. "i don't really deserve you." satoru leaned in, kissing you and kissed back because both of you knew that, it was for the last time.
satoru left your apartment after settling things out. you fell on the couch as you felt something on the pocket of your cardigan.
"fuck." you muttered as you laughed bitterly, clutching the results in your hand, placing it close to your chest. you forgot the surprise and now that satoru have made up his mind, you knew there was no point on telling him anymore. grow up without a father, huh? now you're the one to talk.
a week has passed.
"hey." he acknowledged as he sat beside you inside the court.
"hey." you responded as you fiddle with your fingers. a gesture satoru noticed when you're uncomfortable. were you uncomfortable around him?
"how have you been?"
"i don't know." you said as satoru went silent.
"are you okay? let's stop this divorce if youâ?"
"no, i just don't feel well."
"you can still change minds, y'know." satoru mumbled, anxiously tapping his feet on the floor.
should you tell him? it was a chance, the only chance left before you and satoru have to separate ways. but as you recalled it, he mentioned that his supposed to be ex was 4 months pregnant and you were just on you were just on 12 weeks, equivalent to more or less than 2 months. it was her advantage.
"it'll be fine." you said as you sighed.
"you always say that."
-
"so, this is it?" you said as you stand across each other and satoru looked to his side and he was caught off guard when he felt you hold his hand, he took note of your cold hands.
you placed the wedding ring on his palms as you forced to close it.
"no." he said as he placed it back on you after removing his own ring. "i want you to keep it. for us." he said.
"okay." you said, turning around as you placed his ring and yours inside your bag.
"(name)." he called as you looked back. "i'm sorry i broke my promise, to have a happy family with you." he said and you wanted to tear up but you reminded yourself that it's not the right time to as you smiled at him.
"find me in another life then we can have a happy family there." you joked as both of you laughed.
is it normal to be like this with each other as if satoru hadn't just got his ex pregnant? as if both of you just haven't came out of the court after signing the divorce papers?
"i'll come and visit when i can." he said, and you hoped he would keep his words this time.
"okay."
"for the last time. i love you." you do too, but this time, you didn't say it back anymore.
"don't you think sanyu is a good name for our child?" satoru said as you look up at him.
"do you want to have one?"
"i'd love to have a happy family with you."
"is that so? but why sanyu?"
"sanyu means happiness. it means we are happy that we have him." he said as you chuckled in response.
"and how are you so sure that it would be a boy?"
"instincts."
-
his instincts was right. you had a son with him and you named him sanyu.
unfortunately, when sanyu turned a year of age, it was found that he had a very weak heart. there wasn't a day where you and your son doesn't visit a hospital. he was just a kid but they already wanted to take him away from you.
"mama." sanyu called. there were a lot of tubes that was connecting his body and it hurts to see your son suffer like this. you always hoped that it was you suffering instead of sanyu.
"yes?" you responded as you sat on the nearby chair.
"papa? where?" he curiously asked and your heart couldn't hurt more. you were lying to your child all this time, that his father was not around because of his job. you'll have to explain it to him when he grows up though.
you held sanyu's hand on yours as you softly caress it.
"papa's not here. he's very very busy!" you said as sanyu frowned. "don't worry, papa will see you soon, okay?"
"okay. love love mama, papa."
-
you bit your bottom lip as you stared at your contacts. your eyes switching from the phone to the surroundings as you slowly became anxious.
his contact was still in your emergency. you took a deep breath but in the end, you just couldn't dial his number, proceeding to call the person below his contact as you place the speaker close to your ear.
"hello?" you said as you heard a small gasp from the other side of the phone.
"hey, how are you? we haven't seen you since."
"i'm doing fine, thank you for asking, geto."
"what's the matter? why'd you call all of the sudden?"
"satoru." you said as you paused, gathering some courage left in you. "um, how is he?"
"wellâ he's doing good."
"he is, huh?" you mumbled. "can i ask you a favor, please?"
"of course. is it about satoru?"
"kind of?"
"alright, but satoru's a very busy man now, that's why it's gonna be hard to contact him these days."
oh.
"don't worry, it's not about that. can youâ can you come here at the hospital? i'll send you the address and explain it to you later."
-
suguru arrived earlier than you expected it to.
"i'm sorry for calling out of the blue." you said as you approached him on the front desk.
"it's fine." suguru said as he shrugged. "why here at the hospital? are you sick?"
"i'm not. come, follow me." you said and suguru silently obliged as you finally stopped at a certain door. suguru noticed your discomfort as you slowly opened the door.
"mama!"
"hi baby. i brought someone." you said as you approached your son.
"what?" suguru mumbled in disbelief and he was left frozen on the door, his eyes widening. it was like a child version of satoru was infront of him.
"papa?" sanyu asked as he tilted his head to the side.
"i'm sorry, sanyu. i can only bring papa's friend." you said, your heart aching as your son frowned.
"sanyu?" suguru asked as he approached the two of you.
"i'm sanyu!" your son exclaimed and once again, suguru could only sigh in disbelief.
-
"how old is sanyu?" suguru asked when both of you left the room to grab a drink outside.
"he's 4 years old."
"does satoru know?"
"no."
"then tell him." easier said than done.
"you know i can't." you mumbled. "the favorâ" you said as you faced suguru. "can you tell sanyu about his father? i just couldn't.." you mumbled as you played the can of the drink with your thumb.
"alright." suguru said and you smiled at him in return.
"thank you so much. it's just.. the doctors said he doesn't have enough time toâ" you paused as you wiped your tears with your sleeves. "sorry for asking you this, geto. you are the closest to satoru, that's why."
"i understand, don't worry about it too much."
"i just couldn't tell satoru. i want sanyu to know what he wants to know. i couldn't tell him because i'm scared that i'll tear up once i mention his father to him. they said sanyu's running out of time.. i don't knowâ i'll just have to accept it nonetheless." suguru looked at you in pity as he embraced you.
"don't think about it, okay? sanyu will live and so satoru will know about it. i'll help you with it, 'kay?"
"okay, thank you.."
-
"you look like your papa."
"really?!" sanyu exclaimed happily as suguru hummed in response. "mama said papa is busy.."
"it's true, that's why i am here to tell you about your papa." sanyu looked at suguru hesitantly as he proceeded to ask a question.
"hmm.. is my papa good?" sanyu asked as suguru looked at you.
"he is. and he loves your mama so much."
"then why is he always busy?"
"sanyu." you called him, indicating to not ask those type of questions as he frowned.
and so sanyu asked a lot of things about his papa like what's his favorite color, favorite food, what he hates the most and many more, and you were thankful that suguru was there to answer it all when you couldn't.
-
"thank you, geto. i somehow feel at ease now."
"why don't you tell satoru about this?" suguru said as you started to zone out. should you? or should you not?
part of you believes that satoru has the right to know but part of you doubts it. satoru have a family now, a family without you. how would people think if they found out the owner of the famous company has a son from another woman?
you were once married to satoru, it was a mistake to let him take responsibility of his ex' pregnancy but, she was already at her 4 months of pregnancy while you're on your 12 weeks, she's clearly at the advantage.
"i'll try." you said as you embraced yourself for warmth.
"he's free around this time every thursdays." suguru said and you only nodded at his words.
satoru was on his way to his office and he thought he caught a glimpse of you and, he wasn't wrong, it was really you.
"(name)?" you were startled at the voice as you placed your phone behind you.
"gojoâ"
"i hate it when you call me that. call me satoru." he said, frowning at you as you laughed nervously. "you look tired. what'sâ"
get straight to the point.
"are you busy?" you asked, cutting him off.
"well.." he placed his palm on his nape as he looked behind your shoulders.
"dad!" a voice called as a kid you haven't saw in your life appeared beside him. "what's taking you so long? mom's waiting."
"i'm sorry (name)."
"no, it's fine." you said, smiling at him and satoru knew better than anyone that your smile was forced.
"who's she, dad?" the kid asked. this must be satoru's child.
"an old friend, sanyu." satoru said as he looked at you and he wonders what made you look surprised. "go ahead first, i'll follow after you." he said as his son started to walk away.
"sanyu, huh?" you said as you looked behind his son's retreating figure.
"yeah. sorry about that." satoru said.
"why?"
"i don't know. but it was supposed to be our son's name."
"that's all in the past now." you didn't mean to sound harsh but something just hurts.
"right."
"i'll take my leave then." you said, every step you take makes your heart ache as an apology for you son slipped out of your mind.
"(name)." he called once again as you stopped in your tracks but you didn't face him.
"you were right when you said i'll thank you someday." he mumbled and you knew very well that he was smiling as you gulped the lump in your throat. "so thank you. i am the happiest father, ever. even ifâ" he paused and you didn't respond. it was like he was rubbing a salt in your wound as you heard him sigh. "see you then." he said as you felt his hand on your shoulder for a moment before his footsteps disappeared, and then you took your leave after, going back to your son, who was waiting for your arrival.
but, why was this happening to you? of all people?
"hold onto mama's hand, mhm?"
"mama, sorry."
"mama's sorry too, i promised that you'll see papa butâ" sanyu shake his head, something like disagreeing to your apologies.
"it's okay, mama." sanyu mumbled, the sound of the monitor beeping slowing down as you hold onto his hand tight. this happened before already, he will get back to normal soon, you were sure.
"mama loves sanyu, papa too. always remember that, okay?"
-
"hey (name)!" suguru called from the distance as he approached you. "what are you doing outside? oh by the way, i was wondering if i can bring shoko too? she would be delighted to see a carbon copy of satoru." suguru chuckled but he noticed that you were quiet, your hand was between your thighs as you stare at the ground.
the door opening caught your attention as the doctor came out after what it seemed like a year as he slowly shake his head left to right.
"i'm sorry ms. (name) but your son didn't make it."
"but you said he'll be fine! i am paying enough why couldn't youâ!"
"i'm very sorry. we already did what we can." you were about to start an argument when you felt a hand on your shoulders and the doctor bowed at you before leaving.
and it all came crashing down as your body lost its strength, unintentionally leaning on someone, which was suguru.
"what am i supposed to do now?" you asked, the emotions you've been keeping all this time was starting to go out, all at once. "sanyu's all i have." you didn't even care if people watch as they walk pass by. "what should i do now, satoru?" you mumbled, voice breaking as you call the name of the person that wasn't even around.
-
"my condolences, (name)." suguru had managed to calm you down as he handed you a bottled water and sat beside you.
"i've decided to cremate sanyu. it hurts but it'll be for the best so.. so i could keep him near me." you said.
"i'll support your decision but i think you should tell satoru about it."
"no." you said, your tone was strict but it was quick to dissipate as you clutched the bottle in your hand. "i went to his workplace yesterday."
"what happened?" suguru asked.
"his son's name is sanyu too. i'm guessing you know it?" you asked as his breath hitched silenty.
"yeah." he mumbled.
"well, it was the name he wanted when we were still planning." you mumbled as you smiled at the memory. "geto, i trust you not to tell anyone about this. it's just you and me who know this, okay?"
"i'm sorry butâ" suguru paused. "i told shoko about it." you were surprised at first as you sighed at him.
"it's fine. i trust shoko too."
"yeah, sorry about that butâ i was really hoping that you tell satoru about it becauseâ"
"there's no need. thank you for telling my child everything he wanted to know, geto. i owe you."
"listenâ"
"geto, as much as i am thankful for you, please understand that i don't want to hear things regarding satoru anymore." you said as suguru nods in response, feeling bad for pushing you when your still mourning for your lost and now that you had lost your only strength to continue living, what should you do now?
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