#he just buys a large fry every day and keeps them in his hoodie and nibbles them every class

[ayellowcurtain]

Can you write a fic about Sander and Robbe having a conversation about having unprotected sex? They both know that they are clean and Sander wants to try it but he doesn’t want Robbe to feel pressured to say yes.

Was wondering if you'll write a Robbe/Sander taking about what he wants to study and where Robbe wants to go for college?

It’s starting to get colder with each passing day. Robbe pulls his brown jacket tighter around his torso, holding the bar handle with just one hand to avoid freezing both of them against the metal.

Robbe smiles, lifting his shoulders to protect his neck and ears from Sander’s kiss attacks.

Sander puts his chin on the top of Robbe’s head, looking straight, waiting for the traffic light to turn green for them, humming to Under Pressure quietly. His brain is an endless source of music.

Robbe usually likes winters, but this one feels a little heavy. It’s the last one before college. He finally knows what he’s doing with his life, and it’s starting soon, it came faster than he thought it would. He’s more than excited to start this new chapter, but Robbe is also not the best at leaving his comfort zone now that his comfort zone looks a lot having a perfect relationship, his mom taking very good care of herself and Robbe being okay with all his friends.

They turn right and get in line on a drive-thru with Sander’s bike. Robbe can’t believe him, a little embarrassed to be waiting in between cars, so out in the open for everyone to see him there but still mesmerized by his boyfriend for being that brave, never thinking any situation is a little weird, that confident about not caring about what others think.

“What do you want?” Sander asks seriously, narrowing his gaze to read the menu on the big panel next to them. Robbe hums, noticing how starving he is now that he’s so close, able to smell the dirty, old oil to make the fries.

“Two cheeseburgers, large fries, and an iced Coke.”

Sander snorts, clearly making fun of his big order, but he doesn’t say a word, pushing the bike with his tiptoes to the window where they’ll place their order. The young girl sitting inside looks at them so unimpressed, typing something on her computer.

“Hi. What’s the order?” She doesn’t even look at him, keeping her bored eyes on Sander.

“Five cheeseburgers, two large fries, the biggest Coke you have.”

Now that Sander said it, Robbe thinks about the struggle that’s going to be to take all of that on his bike, but he doesn’t argue, looking at the girl, typing everything so quickly, their order already showing on the screen.

She gesticulates with her hand for them to move on the next window and Sander pushes the bike forward again.

“She’s having a good day.” He whispers, resting his chin against Robbe’s head again while they wait, watching the people inside run around making burgers.

“I can’t believe we are going to study at the same college.” He says, and Robbe’s heart starts beating faster thinking about it, “Are you excited?”

“Yes...I just hope I don’t regret the course I chose to do.” Robbe confesses, chewing on the inside of his bottom lip, grabbing the extra-large iced Coke Sander is handing to him, holding the bag with the burgers too just until Sander can get them back on the street again.

Robbe takes a sip of their Coke, always looking both ways like he’s the one leading them back to Sander’s place.

“You’re a natural, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Robbe sighs, leaning back as much as he can, feeling Sander’s legs move as he pedals, probably making it harder for him, but Sander doesn’t complain. He can’t give himself the privilege of looking up now, carrying the Coke, and holding on to the bike, but he can tell Sander is thinking.

“I saw a place closer to college…”

Robbe frowns, really trying to look up, but that makes Sander lose a little bit of his balance, so Robbe keeps looking forward, anxiety filling his every thought even though Sander could be just dropping a harmless comment to keep the conversation going.

He doesn’t say anything else, they cross the street lanes and Sander stops right in front of his house, and Robbe slips back to the sidewalk, standing next to his boyfriend while he puts his bike in place and locks it, walking inside, keeping the door open for Robbe.

His parents are still working, so Sander goes upstairs, always jumping the step in between, getting to the second floor so much faster, waiting for Robbe, kissing him when Robbe walks past him to go to his bedroom to put their dinner down on the nightstand.

“I was thinking about us, living together there.” He finally explains all of a sudden, and even though Robbe was thinking about it since Sander started this topic of conversation five minutes ago, it still makes his heart start beating fast again, looking at Sander quietly staring back at him, sitting on his bed.

“Just us?”

Sander nods his head, “Yes, just us.”

Robbe sits on the bed too, both of them kicking their shoes off of their feet, sitting in the middle of the bed, opening their packages, getting one burger each, sharing the first box of fries.

“We’re grown-ups now, and I really want to have our own space...our own routine...all the alone time in the world…” Sander nuzzles into his neck before he starts eating, leaving wet kisses in between saying all the pros of his idea.

Robbe sighs, closing his eyes, letting himself enjoy his boyfriend’s kisses, feeling the goosebump every kiss leaves behind.

“It does sound like the best thing ever.”

Sander kisses his jaw and sits back up, finally eating a fry.

“We should check it out, at least.”

They settled for that, too hungry to think about the details and the real grown-up things they’ll have to think about if they decide to move in together. Sander opens Robbe’s second cheeseburger and carefully forms a line of fries in between the cheese and the bun, saying Robbe has to try it.

He’s not wrong, it is mindblowing, and Robbe notices himself staring at how excited Sander can get about food, smiling while opening his mouth wide to fit the whole bite in his mouth, cleaning the corners of his lips with the back of his hand, nodding his head.

“Good?”

“Yes, so good.” He talks with his mouth still full, smiling. Robbe takes another bite of his burger, drinking the Coke afterward, wishing they had hands to carry a milkshake too.

“I need to buy some stuff this weekend.”

Sander nods his head, eating some fries, “I can help you if you want, I know some amazing stores…”

“I know you do.” Robbe puts his burger on top of the bag they’re using as a tray, carefully moving on to sit next to Sander, turning his face after Sander kisses his cheek, tilting his head a little so they can kiss, just a gentle touch of their lips over and over again. He opens his eyes back up and Sander is looking at him with so much care and love that it’s hard for Robbe to understand how can someone love him as much as Sander does.

“We’ll buy anything you need.” Robbe kisses him again, brushing his nose against his cheek before going back to reality, eating the food they ordered before it gets cold.

They eat everything slowly, pausing a few times when Sander gets carried away telling Robbe about the things he’ll probably need for his classes, how they’ll have more time together now that they’ll study at the same college.

And Robbe listens to everything carefully, making sure to save how excited Sander is in his memories. For so long had no idea where his life would take him, with his parents, with school and his future, with his messy love life, and now everything is so right, and in the most perfect place. Robbe talks a lot about living minute by minute with Sander, but he can’t help but hope they never run out of minutes to spend together.

After so much iced Coke and so much food, Robbe feels like he might explode at any second so he grabs and sorts the dirty packages from the clean ones, jumping off the bed to put everything away inside the big trash can in the kitchen, washing his greasy hands before making a stop in the bathroom to pee.

He washes his hands and face afterward, and he meets Sander in the hall, coming back from the laundry room, shirtless and with clean cotton shorts, smiling and pulling Robbe closer, hugging him from behind while they walk together back to the bedroom.

“Hm...I was thinking about something these days…”

“Yeah...?”

Sander nods his head against Robbe’s neck, kissing it softly before letting him go so they can lie down on their sides of the bed.

“We’ve been together for some time now. A long time…” Sander is already sitting on his side of the bed, adjusting the comforter around his waist to have something to do with his hands, clearly not knowing how to go about whatever he needs to say. Robbe keeps his eyes on his while taking his pants off, grabbing one of Sander’s hoodie that he had forgotten on his chair and putting it on.

“I’ve been thinking about how we don’t really need condoms…” He lifts his brows, testing the water like even Robbe’s first reaction to his words might make him drop the subject.

“Yeah...?” Robbe whispers, a little anxious about talking about this even though he doesn’t see any problem. It’s just his insecurity in the back of his mind, thinking about how Sander is a lot more experienced when it comes to sex. He finally sits on the bed, pushing himself back against the headboard, sitting closer to Sander, pulling the comforter up too, messing up his hair a little bit.

“Robbe, it’s okay if you don’t want to. I was just thinking we should talk about it, see what we think.”

Sander puts his arm around Robbe’s neck like he would any other night and Robbe snuggles closer, looking at him.

“No. I-I want to. I don’t see the problem. I mean...as far as I know, we only had sex with each other, right?”

Sander snorts, but nod his head, “Yes. As far as I know, we only had sex with each other. And we’ve been good with everything else.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“And I never...had sex without a condom, don’t know how it feels like.” Robbe looks at his boyfriend again, nodding his head quietly and Robbe tries to laugh it out, gently pushing him away, making Sander laugh too.

“You can say you had sex without condoms before me. I guess it’s obvious.”

“I had sex without condoms before. Not as much as you think I did though.”

“No?” Robbe looks down so Sander doesn’t see how embarrassed he is for even suggesting that, pulling the hood to his head, “You and Britt…”

“Had sex without condoms, yes, but not too many times. I guess it was mainly in the middle of our relationship when we were doing good.”

Robbe nods his head, accidentally slipping back into thinking Sander is the only person he ever had sex with and he’s not Sander’s only person. He wonders if he’s good at it like Sander says he is or if Sander just says that because he loves Robbe.

“Since we’re talking about this...I always wanted to ask…” Robbe looks up, moving himself a little bit again so he can properly look at Sander, his eyebrows already going up a little with the anticipation.

“What, Robbe?

“How many people have you...had sex with?”

Sander sighs, blinking slowly, sitting up too, but still resting his back against the headboard, “It depends on what you understand as sex…”

“Sex sex.”

“Just you and Britt.”

“Really?” Robbe is a little surprised, his brain wandering back to their first time, how it must have felt for Sander too. He had sex before, but never with a guy.

“Yeah…” Sander smiles, pulling him closer again, “Is that so surprising to you?”

“I don’t know...the way you answered...I don’t know.” Robbe shakes his head, regretting saying that. It’s just that Sander is everything and Robbe can’t believe nobody else saw it before he did and thought they should keep him around.

“Before Britt I was going out a lot, making out with some people inside bathrooms…”

“Oh...ok.”

“But sex sex it’s just you and her.” Robbe nods his head, still being selfish, thinking it would be even better if it was just him.

The mattress moves under him and he notices Sander moving, sitting facing him now, his hand resting on Robbe’s thigh under the covers.

“We don’t have to do it. It’s more than okay.”

Robbe sits up straight, putting his hand on top of Sander’s, “No. No. I want to.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course. I mean, it’s just you and me, right?” Sander smiles softly, brushing his nose against Robbe’s when he nods his head.

���Forever. In every universe.”

“And we should get tested.” Sander nods his head again, smiling.

“Of course. We can go together.”

“Yes. Please.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

Robbe puls Sander closer by his neck, kissing him slowly, the expectation already building inside of him, wanting to do it now.

“I can’t wait.” He whispers in between the kiss, with his eyes closed, and he smiles when he feels Sander smiling against his lips.

“Me neither. We’ll go in your terms, your time, okay?”

Robbe laughs, opening his eyes “It’s not like I’m suddenly virgin again!”

“I know. I know! It’s just that you’ve never done it before. So I guess it’ll be a little bit different.”

“Yes. That’s why I can’t wait.”

Sander pushes himself against Robbe, making him lie down so Sander can do the same on top of him.

“We’ll get tested tomorrow.”

[katrinawritesthings]

Taemin-Centric; Fry Guy; PG

just like... high school au where the kid always has fries

where does he get them

how does he hide them from his teachers

will he give u one??? maybe

ao3

Monday Taemin brings a sleeve-covered hand up to muffle his yawn into, and then kind of just leaves his sleeve over half of his face. The morning air is so cold and his sleeve is so warm. He’ll go through the whole day like this. One hand over his mouth. He doesn’t give a shit.

He shuffles up to the low wall that separates the gas station from the corner of the sidewalk and sits, blearily watching cars drive passed to the school down the block. The usual few kids are walking their sleepy butts down the street and Taemin sighs because he’s going to be joining them soon as soon as Jinki meets back up with him. He glances around the parking lot of the shopping center behind him with a grimace. As soon as Jinki decides to show the fuck up, more like. Sticking his hand into his hoodie pocket, he first pulls out a fry, lovely and crispy and warm, and pops it into his mouth. Then he pulls out his phone and opens up a game to pass the time while he waits.

Eventually, there’s a tap on his shoulder and he looks up to see his big bro standing there with his morning coffee. Finally.

“Sip?” he asks, standing up and leaning on Jinki’s shoulder.

“Mmhmm,” Jinki replies, handing over his warm cup. Taemin takes it as Jinki reaches out and presses the crosswalk button to the school side of the street. There’s too much milk, as usual, but Taemin takes his free sips of coffee where he can get them. He takes three little swallows and then hands it back to Jinki with a tired smack of his lips. “Fry?” Jinki asks as he holds his cup in both hands.

“Mmhmm,” Taemin hums, pulling one from his hoodie and handing it over. Jinki reaches for it, but then hesitates with a little frown.

“Is that a Burger King fry?” he asks, pointing at it. Taemin nods, wiggling it at Jinki. Thick and crisp and fluffy on the inside. A little bland, but still good. A wholesome fry. Jinki scrunches his nose, though, and returns his hand back to his coffee. “Ew,” he mumbles. Taemin scoffs, offended down to his very core.

“I’m sorry?” he says, curling the fry to his chest protectively. “Do I know you?” he asks. No brother of his would say something so disgusting.

“Oh my god,” Jinki says, rolling his eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic.” Taemin shakes his head in disbelief. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices that the crosswalk is open so he starts walking without reply, stuffing his lovely fry into his own mouth. Jinki steps a little quickly to catch up to him and nudges his shoulder. “I’m still driving you and your friends to the mall this weekend, right?” he asks.

“Sorry?” Taemin says again, frowning at him with confusion. “I don’t talk to strangers,” he says, and pulls his hood up.

“Taemin,” Jinki says flatly, but Taemin just hops up onto the curb and walks purposefully down the sidewalk to the school without looking back.

Tuesday Taemin props his chin up on his bag, hugging it close while he waits for the rest of third period biology to fill in. They’re supposed to take notes today and he doesn’t know how he’s going to get his notebook from his bag when he’s using it as a pillow, but he’ll cross that bridge when he gets there. Maybe they’ll watch a movie and he’ll just get a worksheet to fill out instead. That would be nice.

With a glance at the teacher, he slips his hand into his hoodie pocket and pulls out a fry. McDonald’s today; a classic, long and crisp and extra salty. A blessing. He loves that the good Mcdonald’s is by the school instead of that garbage one with the soft, mushy fries by the movies. As he chews slowly and reaches in for another, a head of black hair with red streaked bangs comes through the door. Oh. There they are.

Key drops their bag on their desk next to him and then sits in it with a little hum like they always do. Taemin watches tiredly as they pull out their notes and pencil box, and then raises his eyebrow when they turn expectantly to him.

“Hey,” they say, barely waving for a second before holding their hand out, palm up. “Let me get a fry,” they say. Taemin snorts, looking away.

“Get a better attitude first,” he mumbles. Immediately Key gasps and huffs and acts all indignant, but Taemin doesn’t really care. He hates when people demand shit from him and Key knows that. He blandly ignores Key’s whines and insistences until class starts, and only tries to keep his smirk down a little bit when he eats another fry right in front of their eyes.

At some point Key gets up to throw something away and Taemin leans over and places three whole fries on top of their notebook. When they get back they take one look at them and huff, throwing Taemin an annoyed little glare.

They also eat the fries.

Wednesday Minho only just barely makes it through the door of sixth period world history before the bell rings. Taemin breathes out a slow, relieved, impressed breath. That was close. Closer than usual. Before Minho has even collapsed into the desk in front of him, Taemin is holding his whole container of fries out. There’s only about a fourth of a large left this time, but they’re Carl’s Jr fries. Thick fries. Seasoned fries. Skin still on. Hearty fries.

“Thanks,” Minho breathes, taking them and pulling two out at once. Taemin nods with a little shrug. He always saves his mid week fries for Minho. It’s Wonderful Wednesday in the gym classes, which means that Minho just ran all period long and then had to hightail it all the way across the school and up the stairs to make it in time for this class.

He’s never even asked for any fries, to be honest. Not once. Taemin just gives him whatever leftovers he has every Wednesday. Taemin has never known a human to be more deserving of fries than Minho. He’s a good egg.

The teacher starts them off by going over the homework from last night; Taemin listens tiredly and checks his answers while Minho slowly makes his way through his fries. When he gets up to turn it in, Minho holds out his paper with a pleading little smile and Taemin smiles back, nodding easily as he takes it. He doesn’t know why he has such a soft spot for his tall classmate. It’s probably the big eyes and the ease with which he shares his notes.

He sits back down and tugs his textbook close to turn to the new chapter, rubbing his palms into his eyes before getting into a comfortable learning slouch. Forty-something minutes to go until he’s free but until then, he feels like he can learn some things.

As he’s tapping his pencil over his bottom lip and trying not to zone out of the powerpoint, Minho taps softly on his desk. Taemin glances at the teacher, then at him, and blinks when Minho hands him back his container of fries. Oh. Nice. He’s saved Taemin all of the thin, little, crispy ones. What a good and pure human.

Thursday From: Jinki 4:53pm taemin i swear to fucking god do not make me tell mom that youre ignoring me because i dont like bk fries

Taemin glances at the text that pops up in the corner of his phone and snorts. He swipes it away without opening the app and technically looking at it, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He doesn’t even care about the fries anymore; now he’s just ignoring Jinki because it’s amusing.

His phone vibrates more, probably with texts from his friends telling him to hurry up because the trailers are starting. He ignores them as well but continues his walking through the movie theatre a little faster. He knows that he��s late. He had important fry business to take care of first. As he approaches the right ticket checker he smiles, recognizing him easily.

“Hey, Jong,” he says, holding out his ticket. He loves running into his computer class buddy here. He’s always so cute, all snazzed up in his uniform and everything.

“Hey,” Jonghyun says back, smiling a smile that’s part customer service and part genuine. He takes his ticket and rips it with a quick glance. “You’re number seven, the third on your right,” he says as he hands it back.

“Mmhmm,” Taemin hums, stuffing it into his pocket. “Thank--”

“Hey, wait,” Jonghyun says quickly. He holds a hand out in front of Taemin’s chest, and when Taemin turns to him with a confused look, he’s glancing around the rest of the lobby. He looks Taemin up and down and cocks a brow. “What kind of fries you got?” he asks lowly. He glances at Taemin’s hoodie pocket meaningfully as well and Taemin frowns.

“Jonghyun,” he says, voice carrying a whine. He doesn’t wanna give up his fries. They’re Five Guys fries. Gorgeous. Salty. Deep. Flavorful. Fried to perfection. Expensive.

“Taemin,” Jonghyun hisses back. “It’s against the rules to bring your own food in,” he says, nodding around the rest of the movie theatre. “I could get in trouble by letting you. What fries are you bribing me with?”

“Oh my god,” Taemin huffs. He shoves his hand into his pocket and pulls out four wonderful, perfect, lovely fries. “Here,” he mutters, pushing them into Jonghyun’s eager hands.

“Oh my god, are these Five Guys?” Jonghyun asks. “Fucking bless. Enjoy your movie.” He’s smiling wide as he pops one into his mouth and Taemin grumbles, shuffling passed him and into the theatre.

Friday Taemin bites his lips as he watches his hash browns frying in the pan. This is just. So good. So nice. He has no idea why today is a Friday off but he doesn’t mind in the slightest, not when he’s cooking himself up a late breakfast right now instead of falling asleep in second period algebra. He should probably pay more attention to holidays and whatnot so he could be more prepared, but whatever.

He gets on his tiptoes to pull down the bottles of seasoning salt from the cabinet over the stove, uncapping one and sprinkling it over his potatoes. With the second bottle, more comes out that he was expecting and he pauses, frowning at the very obvious dusting of salt in the pan. Hmm. Whoops. And the salt from the bacon fat he’s frying this up in will be added to that as well. Shit.

Taemin stares at his mistake for another few moments before he shrugs and shuffles back to the freezer. He’ll just add more shredded potatoes. No big deal. He takes the bag out, pulls off the rubber band, and pours some more out on top of the ones already in pan. Sure, he’s not supposed to have too much in a pan at once, but whatever. He’s in charge of his own destiny. No little instructions box on the back of a freezer bag of potatoes is going to tell him how to live his life. He kind of likes when these potatoes aren’t as crispy anyway.

When he puts the bag back into the freezer he also glances at the clock on the wall. Hmm. It’s been about ten minutes so far. He’d be the few blocks down the street and at the shopping center by now. Maybe it would have been faster to just walk down there and buy some breakfast fries for himself. Maybe some of those crispy Jack in the Box ones.

It wouldn’t be as warm and cozy and relaxing, though, Taemin tells himself, and he shrugs as he moves back to stand over the stove again. It would also be largely more expensive than free, which is what these hash browns are. And he wouldn’t have bacon or a blankie to go with them. Yeah. He smiles softly as he pokes his potatoes around the pan. This was definitely a better idea.

[namjoonsteeth]

HONEY - (Bangtan Boys mini series)

A/N: not fully edited yet

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Smut; enemies to lovers

Word Count: 7.6k

Joon always reminded me of honey, smooth and wet. From the way he spoke to the way he moved. 

Even as we both trade abrasive words in class, rallying back and forth as we try to make known our top tier positions academically. Namjoon is far smarter than me. This much I know. The guy is an actual genius with which that could not be argued with. He corrected professors, he pointed out contradictions in course material, and more often than not he made his disdain for me known whenever I went up against him. I picked fights with him. It was clear to everyone. He’d say one thing, and I made it my sole purpose to side with the opposite. It was petty and completely unnecessary; I’m sure our professors found our sparring to be a waste of time on most days. 

“Which is why the statement “Shakespeare is overrated” is neither accurate nor is it valid, Y/n. Not only has he contributed many words to the modern English language, its undeniable that he has changed the way authors and playwrights tell stories,” he ends his ten minute rant by shooting me one last look of distaste.

I irritate him. I’m mostly ok with that considering that any attention from him is good attention. He’d reminded me of honey, and the only time I could get his eyes on me was when we were fighting. I’d relished in the times that he’d narrow his dark brown eyes on me, his full lips going a mile a minute as he’d battled my made up opinions. He talked slowly but quick all at once. He’d take long beats of time to formulate his attacks before spewing them out without even a breath in between. If I was anyone else, If I didn’t love every bit of attention he’d given me, maybe he would’ve broken me semesters ago. 

“One day you’re going to make him snap,” Seokjin smiles while we walk from European literature. 

Namjoon  left before us, knowing that his friend would walk me to my next class after we grab something to eat. I think it further irritated him that I found a way to be friends with all of his roommates. He’d refused to both join a fraternity as well as leave his friends alone to fend for themselves. He’s the most responsible one out of all seven boys, even managing to keep the older ones in line too. That’s just how Joon is, he’s in control of most things in his life. 

“That’s the plan,” I smile brightly up at him. 

“Why are you such a brat, Y/N-,” Seokjin winces immediately after speaking as a hand slaps the back of his neck. The younger boy joins us naturally, a sweet wide smile on his face while he teases his friend. He shakes his dark hair out of his face before tucking his hands into the deep pockets of of his oversized black hoodie. 

“Hey, Jeon Jungkook, I’m older than you, you know?” Seokjin says knowing that it’ll start a fight. I sigh waiting for the inevitable; JK hits Seokjin, Jin reminds him that he’s five years older than him and demands respect, JK pretends like none of that matter, chaos ensues until another boy shows up to break it up.

“And you still don’t know how the talk politely to women,” JK clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

I watch the two of them bicker back and forth, trading neck slaps and dodging each other on the crowded sidewalk. I watch as the other students get out of the way of their playing, not batting an eyelash as JK dramatically rolls on the ground to dodge Seokjin’s attack. 

The Bangtan boys have always been a spectacle. In the beginning they were foreign exchange students who seemed to be good at everything all at once. They were all so close that everyone thought that they were real brothers, no one really bothered to correct them because for all intents and purposes, they are. Seokjin quickly became the lead of Thespian Club, Yoongi an irreplaceable shooting guard on the school’s basketball team, JK and Tae have founded a whole gaming club as well as being members of the men’s choir, and Jimin is student body president as well as the co leader of the dance team with Hoseok who is also a member of the diversity board. As for Namjoon, there isn’t enough time to list all of his accolades. 

He’s a genius. Not even speaking in terms of comparability to the other students at the university. Namjoon is a genius compared to the world. With an IQ of 148 he surpassed me easily. I think that’s why I liked to mess with him so much. I know that I can never beat him academically. We both know, but I think it annoyed him that I wouldn’t stop trying. 

We finally get to the sandwich restaurant on campus. We spot Jimin and Taehyung easily. All the Bangtan boys have a draw to them. Invisible halos that draws the eye the minute they enter a room. They could be doing the most mundane thing in the world, like sitting at a restaurant with their noses buried in One Piece, and they’ve got the whole room’s attention. Jimin with his high cheekbones that cause the apples of his cheeks to puff up when he smiles and silver hair, Tae with his angular features that no doubt belong on a runway. It’s hard not to look at them, What’s worse is that all seven boys hold the same charm. Gazes move from the two young boys in the center of the lunch room toward the two boys who are still fighting playfully as we make our way to our friends.

“Y/N, are you coming over tonight?” Jimin asks, while leaning forward to see me past Tae. 

I shake my head as I pull out my buzzing cellphone. It’s Hoseok, telling us that he’s buying us all burgers and if we want something else it’s a little too late. The boys all ignore the text, fine with anything as always. Yoongi tells us that he’s skipping lunch to go work on some music before his game tonight. I see Namjoon’s floating icon pop up, showing that he’s read the message. It’s been weeks since he’d had lunch with us. Usually he’s able to ignore me and focus solely on the boys. Out of the blue he’d started going to the library during the first break in his schedule.

“I rather not sit through passive aggressive Namjoon finding different ways to express his hate for me without being too obvious,”

Hope brings sets two trays full of food in the middle of the booth table we’re all sitting at. His hair is back to black meaning that he’s either changed the girl he’s sleeping with this week or his preferred dance style. He’s entirely too predictable and he’s fine with it. He catches my eye as he slides into the booth beside me and passes JK a drink.

“Oh, he 100% hates you,” he says seriously. “Hey, Jeon Jungkook, I only got you one burger. Don’t eat too fast,”

JK smiles around his already full mouth. He sips at his drink to wash his food down so he can speak. “It’s ok. Jin Hyung will get the next round,”

“What do I look like to you, huh?” Seokjin points across the table at JK who laughs at having riled up the oldest again. “I spend so much money on you, neglecting the other maknaes all in the name of putting food in front of you,”

“Maybe if you weren’t old you wouldn’t have to bare the responsibilities that come with being the eldest,”

“Hey, Jeon Jungkook!” 

The rest of the boys ignore them as they get into another round of bickering. It escalates when Jin reaches out for a neck slice which JK dodges easily. Hope rolls his eyes and pulls out his phone. 

“Hyung, doesn’t hate you,” Tae says not looking up from the graphic novel in his hands. He opens his lips wide as Jimin shoves a French fry into his mouth. 

He flicks his strawberry pink bangs out of his face and focuses on his story. That’s how Tae is. Either he’s completely absorbed in our conversation or he’s only giving us half of his attention. He’s almost done with his book, so I expect by tonight he’ll be the center of chaos with JK. 

It’s not that I actually think Namjoon dislikes me. He wouldn’t let me get to him so much if there isn’t just a hint of fond there. At least, I hope so. I hope there’s a part of him that likes going at it with me as much as I do. Still, sometimes it feels like he’d give anything to get me to shut up. Or maybe it’s that he wants to be the one to do so. Again, I hope so. God, I really want him to. 

It isn’t news that Namjoon is attractive. Whatever trait you’re into, he has it. He’s incredibly intelligent, able to outsmart just about anyone on campus. He’s physically attractive, slightly tan skin, tall, large just about everywhere. He’s funny when he’s with his friends, protective, sensitive, and just about anything else you could think of. God, I sound like I’m in love with the guy. If I’m honest, maybe I am a little. Maybe that’s the point of all of this.

“This is dangerous territory,” Hope warns looking a up form his one and at his friend who don’t seem to have a problem with spilling all of Namjoon’s secrets. His warning seems serious but he speaks around a large bite of the burger in his hands. There’s sauce on his cheek, JK reaches out to wipe his jaw quickly before going back to his own meal. 

“I think he wants to sleep with you,” Jimin proclaims before wincing as Hope and Seokjin hit either side of his shoulders at the same time. “Hey, why should I lie?”

“Where’s your loyalty, Jimin,” Hope asks frowning at him. 

Jimin shrugs. 

“With whoever is in the room I guess. And I’m not betraying Joonie Hyung. I’m taking the steps he’s too prideful to take,”

It would be funny if I wasn’t too focused on how all five boys look to be hiding something. It’s not fair for me to exploit Jimin’s weak ties, right? I’m going to do it anyway. As smart as Namjoon is, he’s not necessarily right about everything. I can’t imagine I’ve done something so bad for him to avoid me so much that he’d sacrifice spending time with his friends. 

“Which are,” I prod. 

JK covers Jimin’s mouth to keep him from speaking. If there’s anyone loyal to Namjoon it’s going to be the youngest. He’s shown a reverence for the other boy plenty of time, even refusing to take my side on most occasions. I can’t expect him to tell me what’s going on without a little work. 

“JK,” I say pushing my lips out in a pout. 

He’s young, not quite accustomed to the charms of women. Though he knows he’s incredibly attractive, he’s not quite sure how to act around girls yet. His cheeks turn red as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Like a deer in headlights, he looks a little innocent and a lot startled. 

“Don’t fall for it, Kookie,” Hope warns again. 

I roll my eyes and try again, blocking Hoseok’s strict expression with my hand on his face. He makes an obnoxious noise of anguish before quieting down. Satisfied, I remove my hand and let him eat in peace. Tae continues to ignore us, Seokjin watches in silence as Jimin’s eyes light up in mischief. 

“You know I like your hyung, JK. It’s not like I’ll use anything you tell me against him,”

That’s only half true. I’m going to get Kim Namjoon to admit to liking me even if it’s just a little bit. That’s my mission.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but Mon Hyung would kill me-,” JK curses as Jimin bites his hand that’s still slapped down on his mouth. He shakes the sting off as Jimin shakes free of his hold.

“You made out with him at a party last Summer and he thinks you’re purposely ignoring it,” Jimin rushes out quickly.

More curses, this time from Seokjin, Hope, and JK. Tae smiles to himself but only flips the page of his book, completely unbothered and only slightly entertained. I knew I can count on one of the younger boys. I make a note to address JK’s misplaced alliance later. 

“I kissed Namjoon?”

Jimin shakes his head. “I would call it more foreplay than a ‘kiss’, if I’m honest. It was at one of our house parties and I honestly felt like I was watching a very well shot, very realistic dirty movie,”

I look at Seokjin who only shrugs. “It was intense,”

“We didn’t-,”

Hope shakes his head. “You passed out before anything could happen. Namjoon took you up to JK’s room and that was it,”

“Last summer?” I ask, still trying to piece it all together. 

The memory doesn’t even seem remotely familiar. I’d passed out in the bangtan house more than once, crashed in JK’s room even more times than I can remember considering he has an aversion to his own bed. This could have happened at anytime.

“Either you’re repressing the memory or you actually don’t remember,” Hope says while going back to stuffing his face. 

“Why am I only finding out now?” I frown. “I’ve been asking you guys what I’d done wrong for a year and a half now,”

“Namjoon Hyung is scary when he wants to be. We all promised we wouldn’t say anything. Jimin, whatever he does to you, you deserve it,” Tae contributes while closing his book. 

I agree, the recent turn of events are more interesting than anything else. I’ve been friends with these boys for just over three years now. I’m without a doubt the closest friend outside of the seven of them that they have. They’re my best friends, all of them; even Namjoon if he would stop acting like a dickhead all of the time. 

Jimin shrugs and has the nerve to look smug. “I’m his favorite. He won’t care,”

He’s  right. Jimin won’t get in trouble for spilling Joon’s secrets. 

I eventually agree to go over tonight. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen Yoongi with how busy he’s been with practice and working on music. Still, it’s Namjoon that my heartbeat doubles for. I haven’t spent anytime with him outside of class in a while. Granted usually our time is spent sitting on opposite ends of the couch and shooting each other passive aggressive jabs. Still, I miss him.

Ironically, its Joon that opens the door when I get to their shared house. I’d decided to confront him about the whole “kiss” from last summer, still not completely believing the boys. I can’t imagine touching Namjoon at all and being able to forget about it. I needed an upper hand with him, though. I may annoy him most of the time with my picking and what not, but there’s still a part of him, even if solely on the physical level, that is attracted to me. I use that small fact to my advantage.

“You’re here,” he says. 

It’s hard not to respond to him. I feel my body heat as he looks down at me. He speaks slowly like he’s not in a rush to let me in; typical. His body stays in the door way, blocking me from entering. We play this game every time I come over. His arms cross over his chest like he has no plans of letting me in anytime soon. As always, I look forward to it. We aren’t in class now, he’s free to let me have any insult he wants. 

“Don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t observant, Kim Namjoon,” I smile up at him.

He looks at my attire, the dusty pink dress stops right at the top of my thighs showing more skin than not. I watch his eyes rake over my body before he frowns at me again, a ‘W’ shaped line in the middle of his forehead. His jaw ticks once before pushing out just a bit. 

“Did you have a date?” He’s obviously only pretending to care. I can tell by the sarcastic way his eye brow raises. 

I raise my eyebrow back at him, unable to stop a smirk. “You care?”

“Does it matter?” he challenges, grating my nerves. Sighing, he smiles while giving me a scathing look. “Besides, it couldn’t have ended well if you’re here begging for attention as always”

“From who exactly,” I ask while crossing my arms over my chest. I don’t miss how his eyes flick down to my chest. His gaze lingers longer than he’s ever allowed himself to. 

“It’s whom,” he corrects. “From whom is the proper-,”

“You don’t ever shut up, do you?” I interrupt becoming irritated. I shouldn’t be surprised. This is us. It’s dysfunctional and very stupid, but its how we’ve done things for the majority of the time that I’ve known him. 

“Namjoon, we both know that you don’t like me enough to care what I do,”

“Stop telling people I don’t like you,” he frowns as if he’s just remembering something. “And stop grilling Jimin for information,” 

He turns, leaving the door open, finally letting me in. 

“The guys aren’t here,” he calls over his shoulder. 

I follow him to the kitchen where our friends usually gather. He’s right, no one is home. This kind of seems like a set up. Just a little.

“Yoongi hyung has a game, Seokjin hyung and JK are there. Jimin and Tae are seeing a movie and Hope left an hour ago,”

Very convenient. I’m in the middle of sending a heated text message to the group chat about leaving me alone with Namjoon after telling me about you kiss last summer. Unfortunately for me, Namjoon is the type to talk about everything. Even if he’s not particularly fond of me, I can sense a discussion on the horizon. At least if the boys were here I’d have a bit of backup. This feels like an ambush with nowhere to run.

He hands me a bottle of water as he pulls one out for himself as well. I take a seat on a stool at the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. Namjoon leans against the refrigerator, his eyes on me as he takes a sip of water. His eyes never leave mine and its pretty hard for me to look anywhere else beside the deep dimples around his mouth that appears as he gulps down water. He uses the back of his hand to wipe his upper lip 

I can’t remember the last time I’d been left alone with Joon. It was never awkward between us, but I was definitely closer to any one of the other guys than him. But he was also the only one of the Bangtan boys that I was ever attracted to. He just wasn’t approachable in that way, though He was always doing his own thing, always studying, tutoring, working on music. It wasn’t standoffish, he was just busy. Then it became that he’d rather do anything other than spend any amount of time with me.

The more I think about it, it was last year that we’d started losing patience with each other. As irritating as he is sometimes, I still like him. I really like him. His peach colored hair is starting to grown out just a bit already, darkening at his roots. He’s wearing his glasses, so either he was studying or working on something. Whichever it was, he looks incredibly domesticated in his t-shirt and sweatpants. I look at his feet to see his favorite character on his slippers. Its cute. The hidden parts of Namjoon that he hides away from everyone else but has no problem showing the other boys. I find it endearing. 

“So are you going to stay until they get home or what?” He breaks me out of my thoughts of him.

“We’re friends right Joon?” I ask without really meaning to.

I’ve been thinking of our strained relationship all day,  not really able to focus on anything else. Because at the end of the day, I want to be friends with Namjoon. If nothing else, we could get back to how things were when they first showed up. 

“We used to be able to at least hold a conversation without jumping down each other’s throats,”

“Friends?” He raises an eye brow at me before taking a few steps forward, and leans against the counter, taking me by surprise. 

Namjoon doesn’t have an ordinary face. I can’t explain it. He’s rough, hard angled , but he’s also soft. I know if I would reach out he’d feel the same way against my finger tips.

“You do everything you can to piss me off, and you want to be friends?”

I shake my head, unable to take my eyes off of his mouth when he’s this close. 

“I want you to remind me about last summer, actually,”

He draws back slightly, looking almost..embarrassed. God, he really does think I’m purposely ignoring the supposed kiss. I thought I was being immature by purposely getting under his skin sometimes, but this is beyond childish. Unless he thinks that I actually regret it. Can’t regret anything you don’t remember Namjoon. 

“I don’t remember the kiss, Joon,” I tell him quietly.

He rolls his eyes and draws back further. His chin juts out; a sign that he’s agitated. I’m getting on his nerves again, not in the banter-like way, more that he’s ten seconds away from throwing me outside. 

“That’s supposed to be better?” He frowns while crossing his arms over his wide chest. “Because it isn’t, by the way. That was just a rhetorical question,”

Smart ass.

“Which one hurts your feeling more, Namjoon,” I can’t but sound bitter. He’s being mean. He’s always mean, but now it feels like he’s purposely trying to hurt my feelings. I’m done pretending like I don’t care how we treat each other. 

“The option that you think it matters to me either way,” he snaps at me. His eyes narrow at the counter between us. 

“You’re lying,” I counter. 

“Why, because I don’t care that you were too drunk to remember that you kissed me? It’s irrelevant,” He looks back up at me and his eyes are dark. I like it. I like it entirely too much. 

“And you’re so sure that I kissed you first?” I scoff, walking around the counter to stand in front of him. I can feel heat rolling off of his body like he’s putting in extra effort to control himself. If only he knew that its the very opposite of what I want him to do. 

“Yes, because I wasn’t blacked out,”

“I’m going to do it again then,” I take a step so that my toes line up with his slippers.  

“What-,”

I press my lips against his softly, forcing myself to take in every detail about how his mouth feels against mine. His lips are cold from the water he’d been drinking, his tongue is too. He taste sweet. Honey. All of him reminds me of Honey. Sweet, slow moving, packing more flavor than first expected. His hands move up my hips, drawing up the fabric of my dress. When his hand touches my thigh, it electricity right to my most sensitive nerve endings.

I want him. All of him. I’m sober and tired of pretending that our back and forth exchanges are enough. I press my body tighter against his, shaping every curve to his body. I expected him to push me away by now, but he holds me closer, hands moving all over me. At some points he seems hesitant, he pulls back, his eyes moving over my face as if he’s checking that I’m still here with him.

I’m here, and as good as he feels, his mouth isn’t enough. I don’t think it ever was. I’ve envisioned Joon’s body against mine more times than I can count. It’s the little doses of his skin that he’d show on occasions that started it. Glimpses of the tan skin of his neck as he scratched at his collarbone in glass, the pull of his lip between his teeth when he was thinking hard about something, his large hands and long fingers; they were all puzzle pieces of a whole that made me want every part of him touching me. 

“Touch me,” I whisper against his mouth. 

He lets me drag his hand up the side of his thigh. He takes the hint, fingers inching up my dress until he traces the waistband of my underwear. He’s so close, all he has to do is go a bit further, but he stops.

“They guys could walk in,” he says, pulling away fully. 

Now that I have him this close, I’m not going to make it easy for him to let me go. I’m here for one thing. Namjoon. 

“Well then lets go to your room,” I grab his hand and lead him out of the kitchen and toward the hallway that leads to the room he shares with Taehyung. 

“Why so suddenly?” He tugs at my hand, stopping me from entering his room. 

“Huh,” I look back at him.

I don’t really know how to answer his question. The only difference between today and yesterday is knowing that our first kiss happened already. Still, that hadn’t really made much of a difference. I’m emboldened by the sheer fact that he wants me at all.

“All this time and now you want to fuck,”

“Does it matter?” I shrug, hoping that for once he can just let it go.

He does. He nods for me to push the door, letting us both into his room. As expected of Tae, it’s a mess. Unexpected of Namjoon, his side is also a mess too. Wires and equipment take up most of his desk, piles of clothing on the computer chair in front. For someone so uptight in every other aspect, his room is the complete opposite. Not to say that I’m attracted to unkempt men, but it’s a little reassuring for some reason.

He pushes my back against his wooden door interrupting my scan of his room. His mouth trailing down from the corner of my mouth down to my neck. As if he can’t stand to be away from my lips for long, he kisses my mouth again, his tongue forcing its way between my lips. His large hands smooth over my bare thighs roughly. He touches me like he’s annoyed with himself, like he’s mad that he wants me in this way. I love it because I’ve known all this time. 

One hand reaches up to lightly cup my throat, his hand is so big that his thumb can reach the hair that sticks to my lip gloss. He brushes it away with his finger as he looks down at me. He looks partially surprised that we’ve ended up like this. I want to remind him that that theres a thin line between fucking and fighting, but he’d only scoff and tell me to stop stealing corny lines from Jin. 

“Are you going to keep touching me or is this it?” I ask him, trying my best to drag a breath into my lungs. 

He rolls his eyes and presses his lips against mine to shut me up. I close my eyes, trying to commit the feel of his lips to memory. Things like this are volatile. There’s no way of knowing just how much Joon will give me tonight let alone if I’ll ever get to have him touch like this again. His bottom lip works with his teeth to bite at my sore mouth. He feels dirty, and uneven, like he’s not even trying to make this neat like everything else in his life. Just like his room, his intimacy style reveals who he truly is. The truth beneath Namjoon, he’s a mess, he’s sort of a freak, and he’s making everything up as he goes. There’s a certain charm to how well he’s gotten at getting everyone to believe that he knows exactly whats going on, when in reality he’s just as clueless as the rest of us. 

“And If I tell you that I want you to leave?” He breathes heavily, only leaving the smallest space between our lips. 

“You’d be lying,” I tell him while I reach up to brush his sweaty bangs off of his forehead. “But if you’d asked me to leave, I would go,”

I lean back, putting more space between us. I’ll give him one formal chance to change his mind, one chance to act like this never happened, because once I get permission to stay, he’ll have to try really hard to keep this dress from hitting his floor. I tilt my head as I size him up one last time. There’s still a possibility that he’d put an end to this. I’m measuring my odds. Going by the press of his dick between my legs from beneath his sweat pants, I know that physically he wants me. That could only go so far. I don’t think I’ll survive a come to senses moment in the middle of all of this. 

“Joon,” I call running my hand down the front of his t-shirt. “Make up your mind. Either put me out or take my clothes off,”

He looks frustrated. I can tell its mostly at himself. That doesn’t make me feel any better. I want to be in his bed, only if he wants me in his bed. Of course it would be easy to settle for a one time hate fuck, but he doesn’t hate me. At least, I don’t think he does. I’m really hoping he doesn’t. 

He grips my fingers right as they curl around his waistband. He takes a full step back, causing my feet to land fully on the floor. I don’t like this at all. I want to go back to having his mouth on me. I watch as he takes a seat on the edge of his bed. His hands scrub over the top of his scalp, running through the peach colored locks. Am I stressing him out? Am I having an effect? I hope to god I am. For the sake of my insistent need to have him, I hope that how much he wants me is driving him crazy. 

He leans back on his elbows and I see the switch. His eyes trace over my body. I can almost feel them seeking out bare skin above anything else. His gaze is so potent that I feel goosebumps rise to my skin only from him watching me. 

“Take your panties off, Y/N,” 

His voice has become even deeper. It seems almost impossible but he sounds gruff, the arrogance from earlier is gone leaving me with only a matched need to have him inside me sooner rather than later. 

As always, I don’t do as he says. I like our games. I like when he looks at me like I’ve hit every nerve possible. I like the attention. Only this time there’s no classroom. There’s no professor to break up the tension, no students to make snide remarks about how we’re destined to butt heads. It’s just Namjoon and I this time, and the feel of his shag carpet between my toes as I make my way over toward him. He’d told me to take my underwear off, but I do the opposite when I stop in front of him. I grab the edge of my dress in my hands before pulling it up over my head. I watch his eyes follow the material as it drops to his floor. 

“If you go back now, you’ll never live it down, Joon,” I straddle his lap, planting my knees on either side of him on the mattress. “No matter how much you beat me in the class room, if you don’t fuck me tonight, I win,”

He reaches up with two hands to cup my jaw. When he kisses me this time, it’s almost too soft to believe. He’s too gentle, too immersive. As much as I want this, I wanted to keep my head, but right now everything feels a little incoherent. Nothing makes sense. The fact that I’m even here with him doesn’t make sense. But its Namjoon, and I’ve spent the better part of the last two and a half years wondering if his lips taste as good as they look. I’m finding that they don’t; they’re better. 

His hands go to the back of my bra, undoing the latches before dropping it down to the floor with my dress. He pulls back, looking at my chest like he’s mesmerized. I didn’t realize just how much I’d wanted his eyes on me like this. The high I got from sparring with him in class is nothing compared to the way his eyes smooth over my chest, his tongue flicks over his bottom lip so quickly that if I hadn’t been staring at his mouth, I would have missed it. 

I don’t know what it is about having his unwavering attention, to have him one hundred percent focused on me. Something about his gaze on me makes me want to make sure it doesn’t stray. I guess this is my chance to cement his eyes on me. If tonight is all I get, then its my mission to make it so memorable that he’d have to actively work to forget me. 

I move first, leaving the warmth of his lap and crawling behind him into the middle of his mattress. I kneel behind him, running my hands across his broad shoulders, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. I get to do this. For so long, I’ve imagined it. I’d spent hours in class wondering what it would like to touch him like this, and to have him touch me. His honey colored skin rises in goosebumps as I kiss him, moving pass the collar of his shirt. 

“I’m going to take your clothes off now,” I say quietly. 

He nods and lets me pull his t-shirt off. His shoulders are so broad, its hard to resist running my hands across his shoulder blades. My fingers trace over the beauty spots that dot along his collar bones. I want more time. I want to see all of him, to explain every inch of his tan skin. But I’m also a little impatient. 

I reach in front of him, slipping my hand passed the waistband of his sweats. He’s not wearing underwear, that much was clear from the minute he answered the door. Now, feeling him, running my hand over his silky soft skin. It’s a sin. For him to be so…perfect. It isn’t fair to me or anyone else he has gotten to feel him. 

“Is this ok?” I ask him.

“You’re asking for permission to touch my dick while you’re touching my dick?” He says like he still finds me incredibly exasperating. “You wouldn’t be in my bed if it wasn’t ok, Y/N,”

I sigh, rolling my eyes. How can he be annoying even now. Still, it does nothing to the way I need him. Feeling him has only made it worse. I won’t lie, the banter turns me on too. I don’t think it would be the same if Joon was too soft. It wouldn’t be him. 

“Stand,” I command. 

“Why?” 

“Just do what I say for once,” I frown when he looks back at me, still refusing to move. His defiance might kill this before we can even get started. I sit back. With his eyes on me, I pull my simple cotton underwear and throw it with the rest of my clothing. I cock my eyebrow as he watches my movements, seemingly shocked.  

“I’ll be here whenever you’re ready, Namjoon,”

“Where’s the thing?” He gestures awkwardly with his hands. 

God, he’s so weird. Still, I can’t help but think he’s perfect. His passive aggressive jabs and awkwardness may be his only flaws but I don’t think I’d want him any other way. I hand him the condom that I threw on the bed and wait impatiently. He finally stands and pulls his bottoms off, his hand going down to cover himself as he climbs above me. Even with the coverage of his hand, its not hard to see just how big he is. Its not like I’ve ever doubted, but seeing it up close it definitely more satisfying than I could have ever hoped. 

His lips touch mine again, as he opens the foil package and pulls the latex out. He has it on quickly, wasting no time lining himself up with me. His hands smooth over my thighs and pulls them around his hips as he pushes forward. My hands squeeze at his hands, trying to get a grip on something. He hasn’t moved yet and already I’m a bit delirious. Maybe it’s because I can’t remember the last time a person looked at me like they wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but right with me. Maybe it’s because I’m gathering that Kim Namjoon is really, totally, completely my type. 

“Why can’t I stop kissing you?” He frowns to himself before kissing me for the hundredth time tonight. 

“You like me,” I manage to tease while still getting used to how good he feels. I don’t think I’m ready for him to move yet. He’s already too much, and I refuse to give in the satisfaction of making me come so quick. Not when I’ve waited so long for this. 

His hips snap against mine, immediately forcing me to drop my smile as my lips part. He builds a slow steady rhythm. It’s too slow, too languid, like he’s willing to make this last as long as it takes to drive me out of my mind. His kisses become messy, as his own lips part, a low moan of air brushing against my mouth. His hips still move almost painfully sluggish, like a drag. 

Like honey.

I throw my head back into his pillow as he reaches between us to touch me softly. He’s too much at one. His large body covers mine completely, his awkwardly long legs tangling with mine. While he holds himself up on his elbow above me, his lips never leave my skin. I’ve never doubted Namjoon to have a side like this, I just thought that it would never be for me to see. Right now kind of feels like a necessity that I do. I need to feel his hips pull at mine. I need to feel his thick lips take mine roughly. I need to have him. Even if I only get tonight, I know that whatever happens later it’ll be worth it. 

“You were wrong about Shakespeare,” he says suddenly. His hips snap against mine like he’s punctuating the statement and handing the pulpit over to me. 

It’s such a ridiculous statement to make at this exact moment that I have no clue what to say. I’m stuck between forcing him off of me just so I can tell him how wrong he is about Shakespeare as well as let him know how completely absurd it is to bring it up mid-thrust. But, it’s Namjoon. I sort of expect nothing less than ludicrous musings at the least opportune times.

So I take the bait. 

“Shakespeare is trite and he isn’t even the best satirical playwright and yet we a society celebrate him as such-, Fuck Joon,” I breath out as the rhythm of his hips pick up slightly. 

“Who’s the best satirical playwright in your opinion,” his breathing picks up as we both start to sweat.

Our bodies are slick, moving together smoothly as we both chase after the rising feeling in our stomachs. He’s bringing me higher with each push/pull of his hips all while having a ridiculous conversation about playwrights and satire; which if we’re honest we couldn’t care less about. There’s just no other way to be for us.

I pull away from his lips that move against mine again, missing the taste of his tongue the moment he disappears from my mouth. I try to answer his question but it only comes out in a sigh as he hitches my thigh high on his hip. His fingers press tightly into skin as I close my eyes.

“Are you relenting?” I hear the smug tone in his voice. “Have I finally shut you up?”

I shake my head. Even now, I refuse to give it to him so easily; especially when I know it’s exactly what he wants. “No, I’m just in awe you’re finally asking for my opinion on something,”

“So, who then?”

“You’re incorrigible,”

“You’re deflecting,” he tells me.

“Moliere,” I say. “Moliere is the greatest satirical playwright of all time. Shakespeare wishes he could touch Tartuffe with anything he ever wrote,”

“There would be no Moliere without Shakespeare,” Namjoon counters. “And besides Shakespeare is a dramatist, satire was a hobby and even then Moliere barely measures up,”

He’s sort of right, but as always I’m not going to admit it. I counter attack by tightening around him. Moving his heavy hand aside, I take over touching myself as he continues to move against me. As expected, I’m quicker to bring myself over the edge than he is. He pauses as I come around him, unable to handle both sensations at once. 

He curses lowly but its an illegible mix of English and Korean that I can’t begin to piece together. His face presses into my neck, as he presses his hips against mine and withdraws quickly. His rhythm is a little stuttered as he chases after his own orgasm. The competitor in me wants to win. There’s no definition of winning and losing during sex, but with Joon and I, everything is a game. Especially this. I use all my weight to roll us to the side, straddling his hips  before he can protest. His large hands hover above my hips, not quite touching my skin. His plump lips form an ‘O’ as I lower myself back on him. 

“Was this necessary-,” he moans louder than either of us expects, sighing as I rock my hips above him.

You’re so easy, Namjoon. 

I press my chest against his, taking a turn to kiss him dumb like he’d done me for the last hour. Two hands move up my back and tangle in the hair at the nape of my neck. He pulls roughly as my hips start to pick up the pace, set on making him come for me. It’s all I really want. 

“Y/n,” he breathes quietly.

I pull back, moving his hands back to my hips, urging him to use my body to make him feel good. I watch as his eyes close and his head presses deep into his pillow. His lips part slightly as and he holds me tight. He’s so close. I want to kiss him again but he looks too good. I can tell when he’s about to come as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard enough that his pink skin turns white. 

“Let go, Joon,”

For once, he listens. His hips meet mine as he comes finally, his breaths coming out fast like he’s trying to refill his lungs. Unable to resist anymore, I lean forward and press my lips against his. He kisses me back roughly, wrapping his arms around my back to hold my body against his. I roll off of him, tired as well. As nice as it would be to spend the rest of the night in his bed, I can’t.

As if I wish them into existence, I hear the front door open and the sound of rowdy boys. I freeze, instinctually pulling the sheet off the floor and over my chest. Namjoon doesn’t seem worried. Slowly he moves my hair out of my face and kisses my temple before sitting up and swinging his legs out of bed. 

“I’ll keep them distracted. Come out when you’re ready,” 

I nod as he disposes of the used condom in the bathroom. When he comes back, he pulls the sweats up over his hips again before leaving me alone in his bed with too many questions. Is he going to tell them? Should we? I don’t have much time to think. I’m not sure exactly how many boys are back but I rather none of them find me in Joon’s bed; naked. 

I run my fingers over my lips as I gather my clothing off the floor. He’s still on my mouth, I can feel him. I can’t get the taste of him out of my head. I can’t get any of him out of my head. I should’ve thought this through. I’m addicted now. I need more of him; more slow kisses, more of his hips dragging against mine. More honey. 

[thatbluegibson]

CH 39

“Come here often?” Dave asked as Liz tossed a menu onto the patio table they had claimed.

“Less so now that I own it, actually,” she laughed, flopping into the chair next to him and turning her face towards the bright sunlight, “It’s not Gloria’s, but it’ll have to do.”

“What made you buy this place anyways?” Dave watched her over the top of his menu.

“The old owners are good friends of my parents and wanted to retire. They were going to close it down and I kinda grew up here so…,” she trailed off and looked up at the old stone and shingle sided building. “The only thing I do differently is offer health insurance.”

“And all the free beer she can make,” Dan appeared at their table with two glasses of an Amber, leaning against Liz’s chair after setting them down.

“That was kind of a given,” Dave laughed as Liz took a long drink of beer.

“What? It’s after eleven thirty,” she shrugged and took another sip, “Beer was a breakfast drink when our country was in it’s infancy.”

“Yeah, back when water could kill you,” Dan shot back.

He headed back inside after taking their lunch order leaving Liz and Dave to sit in the sun watching the cars that passed by the bar. A few people strolling by waved to Liz, some called her Liz and the others Nicole.

“Doesn’t that confuse the hell out of you?” Dave asked as an elderly couple in a beat up K5 Blazer yelled out to her.

“Not really, I’ve kind of always gone by both. Pops and Grandma called me Liz and Elizabeth, everyone else called me Nicole.” She sat back in her chair and smiled. “But it’s nice to have one identity in the industry and another one up here. They tell me I’m losing millions by not relocating to LA, though.”

Dave nodded a bit. He had been up here for two days and hadn’t seen one photographer or been asked to sign something. He didn’t mind interacting with fans, but the autograph hounds were unbearable. Dan arrived at the table with their food, followed by a large dog that promptly climbed into Liz’s lap.

“Goddamnit, Radar,” she laughed, steadying her chair and picking a fry off her plate for him.

“He’s all yours,” Dan called over his shoulder, disappearing into the bar.

Dave and Radar eyed each other carefully for a moment before the mutt snuggled his head into Liz’s neck.

“And now I have competition,” Dave muttered, narrowing his eyes at the dog.

“He’s kinda my baby, Dave,” Liz laughed, resting her cheek on Radar’s furry head. “We found him on the side of the highway in the dead of winter. He was so tiny that the vet said he wouldn’t make it through the night, but here he is!” she kissed the side of his snout when he tried to lick her face, “I think he’s Shepherd and Pyrenees, but Dan says he’s a Tibetan Mastiff.”

“How long have you known Dan?” Dave asked as Liz gently shooed Radar off her lap and brushed the dog hair off her hoodie.

“Since we were twelve,” she said simply, watching Dave carefully. “We haven’t…,” she added. Every man she’d ever been with had been threatened by Dan.

Dave held his hands up in defense, “I didn’t ask!” he said with a smile, glancing down at Radar who had decided he was worthy enough to curl up at his feet.

Liz shrugged and shook her head, relieved that he didn’t press the issue. They finished their food and resumed people watching, talking about places they had been and wanted to go someday. Dave was shocked that Liz had never been to Hawaii and she promised to drag him along to Glacier someday. She linked her little finger with his when he rested his hand on her chair, nudging him with her elbow when she caught his slow smile. They sat quietly for awhile as the town filled with day trippers from the city when Radar suddenly jumped up, startling both Liz and Dave.

“Liz,” Dan hissed from the door, jerking his head towards the street when she looked back at him.

Dave watched Liz’s face change from confusion to shock and then to complete annoyance.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she whispered, shoving her aviators onto her face, pulling her hood low over her hair and slouching low in her chair.

A familiar clicking sound caused Dave looked over at a man making his way down the wide sidewalk. He was tall with sandy blonde hair and leaning on a pair of crutches, one leg bent behind him in a grey aircast. He was wearing a black hoodie, Ray bans and tan shorts, tattoos peeking out from his sleeves, cast and covering his right leg. He awkwardly turned to enter the bar, but stopped next to their table just as Dave reached around to rest his arm on the back of Liz’s chair and began lightly tracing circles on her shoulder.

“Nicole?” the man sounded like he wanted to be surprised, but his voice sounded forced.

Liz hesitated a moment, pretending she hadn’t heard him before letting out a long breath, “Kyle,” she said, finally looking over at him.

Dave congratulated himself on keeping his mirrored sunglasses on so he could size Kyle up without being noticed and thought he was thinner, almost gaunt compared to the picture he had seen the night before. His eyes stopped on a large pinup style vignette on the side of Kyle’s right calf showcasing a topless, auburn haired woman leaning against a WWII style bomber. Dave narrowed his eyes at the tattoo, noticing it was rather new before glancing over at Liz.

“You look… better,” she offered, her voice almost sincere.

“Yeah, I’m finally back on my feet. Or… foot,” Kyle chuckled, “You look amazing, doll,” he sounded almost in awe of her, like she had just appeared out of thin air.

Dave snorted a little at that, she looked like the fucking Unibomber at the moment.

Liz ignored Kyle’s compliment and turned to Dave, “Dave, this is Kyle. Kyle, Dave.”

Kyle’s eyes slid from Dave’s hand on Liz’s shoulder to Dave’s face and they silently nodded as words weren’t necessary.

“We were just…” Liz paused as Travis came into view, running at full speed down the sidewalk towards them, “We were just headed out, so…”

Travis finally caught up with them, startling Kyle out of his focus on Liz. His face was red and he was out of breath from his sprint, but he looked at Dave in surprise before nodding to him.

“Hey, man,” Dave nodded back and felt Liz’s shoulder leave his hand.

“Okay, well…” she stiffly stood up and turned to Dave, who followed her lead.

He casually threw his arm back around her shoulders and forced a grin at Kyle. “Have a good day, guys,” he said cheerfully before leading Liz to the other side of the Jeep, out of view of Kyle and Travis.

Liz struggled with the door handle, gritting her teeth and swearing under her breath before Dave gently opened the door and helped her onto the seat. He rested his hand on her side for a moment, surprised when he realized she was trembling.

“Keys, Liz,” he whispered trying to remain calm.

She jumped at his words and dug them out of her hoodie pocket, pressing them into his free hand. He quietly closed her door and rounded the front of the jeep, a little surprised that Kyle and Travis hadn’t moved from their spot on the sidewalk. He nodded again with a bright smile before hopping into the Jeep next to Liz and pulling away from the curb.

[lovebloomsamongstthestacks]

Levi couldn’t help the overwhelming joy that filled him when Eren accepted and even said he had been planning on asking if he could walk him home. Truth be told he wasn’t in any danger of being hurt, getting beat up was one think but if anyone ever tried harming him more than with their fist he could simply fry them where they stood. Unable to contain his happiness he smiled brightly up at Eren.

“Okay I will wait for you then. I’ll clean up while you get ready.”

Levi said joyously and got to work cleaning up from the meal they all had. He did feel a little bad for snapping at Jean earlier, it was all Uncle Kenny’s fault after all. He was going to have to think of some way to make it up to Jean and apologize. Perhaps he’ll bring Uncle Kenny along for proof that it was his fault that Levi snapped at Jean because of that damn word. Damn Uncle Kenny always getting drunk and saying his midget ass needs to run back home to Munchkin Land.

It was a little while before everything was cleaned up properly to his standards before he joined Eren at the door with his things. He would need to shop for a lot of food and he didn’t have the car since his mom was working today. Perhaps he should sell some stuff and earn the money for a cheap little beater he could drive to school and around on errands. It didn’t need to be big or anything, or even new, maybe he could ask Mike what type of car he could get that would be reliable but cheap enough that he could buy for a few hundred dollars.

They chatted amiably as Eren drove them, with Levi’s directions, to the store Levi needed to go to that was a little far from Levi’s house. However, it was the store Levi liked best because they were generally always pretty clean, their prices were terrific, and they never had any problems with the food they bought from there. It was a wholesale, organic co-op after all. Levi loved it and paid for the membership himself for him, his mom, and Uncle Kenny.

Levi showed the store person his membership card and told them that Eren was with him before they were allowed to enter and start their shopping instead of being directed to the membership services counter. Getting a basket he and Eren began shopping and they were there for at least an hour. By the time they were finished they had tried every sample in the store and walked away with two baskets full of food. Levi didn’t bother to mention that it was only a weeks worth of food.

They were having a lot of fun shopping around together and discussing different foods, it almost seemed like a date. Levi blushed at that thought which kind of made him happy but he thought that might seem a little weird because he didn’t think grocery shopping could be counted as a date. Although they still chatted and Levi gave instructions on how to get to his house from the store. Though the closer they got the more nervous Levi got because the guy he liked was coming over to his house for the first time.

Once they arrived Levi unlocked the door and led the way to the kitchen since they were both ladened down with bags of food. It took a couple of trips back and forth from the car to bring everything in but the two of them managed to get it all. After every bag was brought in Levi started putting it away and though he told Eren he had done enough and should just rest he still insisted that he would help him put it all away.

The smell of Eren had surrounded Levi’s senses throughout both car rides, playing havoc on Levi’s heart. He managed to get along rather well with holding a conversation with Eren and doing his best not to show that he was extremely distracted by his closeness. The moment he stepped into the house and it seemed as though Eren’s scent mixed with the regular smells of the house making many of his fantasies pass in his mind.

However, he thought he was rather insane for thinking he could smell the individual smells and how they mixed. But what if it was one of those mutant things and he really could? Obviously his sense of smell wasn’t as good as Mike’s but apparently it wasn’t as bad he thought it was. After all what human could grow scales on their skin and breath fire? Also the large dragon birthmark on his body that looked almost exactly like a tattoo wasn’t exactly normal either.

After everything was put way Levi could feel the dirt and grime of the day weighting heavily on him. It made his skin crawl just thinking about it. There was nothing to do and his OCD was telling him he needed to take a shower, right away or his behavior would get even more erratic. He turned to Eren a bit nervously because now that they weren’t putting things away he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Um.... If you don’t have anywhere else to be I-I’d like it if you would stay a little longer...”

It seemed that being near Eren for so long made him a bit bolder than he would be normally because that wasn’t at all what he had been intending to say. However, he was extremely relieved that Eren agreed so quickly. A relieved smile over took his face and he couldn’t help but beam up at him as he led the way out of the kitchen to the hallway. He stopped in the hallway and turned back to Eren blushing slightly.

“I.... I ah... I need to take a shower real quick... If you’d like you can wait in my room or the living room? I won’t be too long it’s just been a rather long day.”

His face at this point was probably scarlet because it felt super hot. What was worse was his chest was feeling super hot with usually meant he needed to vent the fire in his lungs before it vented itself and caused him to burn something down. He didn’t know what it was but the more time he spent with Eren the hotter his body felt. It felt a little hotter when Eren didn’t even hesitate in choosing to wait in his room.

Levi nodded and led the way up to his room from where they were standing in the hallway. Luckily there wasn’t really anything in the open that he was worried about but he was fully aware of Eren’s presence as he followed him up the stairs. His sensitive ears could hear the rustling of their clothes as they climbed the stairs and entered the second door on the right.

Stepping straight into the room he moved over to the closet and pulled out a large hoodie that looked like a dress on him. Since he was small he hoped it wasn’t too obvious that it was actually a girl’s sweater. The skulls and other marking made it rather masculine in appearance. He wasn’t quite ready to fully admit he wore girls clothes just yet. He also grabbed a pair of black leggings that were also nondescript enough to be for men.

He tossed them both on the end of the bed and started digging around in the bottom of his closet. The closet door was only slid open halfway so only his school clothes were showing and the other half of his clothes were hidden by the door. Finding what he was looking for he slid the closet door shut and turned around with a large fluffy towel in his hands only to find himself face to face with Eren’s chest.

“Ahem.... Make yourself comfortable, I-I’ll try not to be too long.”

Levi said clearing his throat before speaking as he slid his gaze up to meet Eren’s. He quickly slipped into the bathroom that was just off his room, a frosted glass door marked the entrance to his bathroom next to his closet door. He completely forgot about his clothes laying on the end of his bed. He had just known he had to get out of the room quickly or he may end up climbing Eren to see if his mouth really tasted the way he always imagined.

In his rush to put a little distance between Eren’s scrumptious scent and himself he even forgot to lock the door. He stripped out of his school clothes tossing them in the hamper before he turned on the shower. Levi loved that his bathroom was more modern and that it was in the center of his bathroom, all four walls were glass and the shower head was set into the ceiling and was one of those rain showers.

He didn’t even bother turning on the hot water since he had to cool the fire in him. He placed his towel on the hook on the side wall of his shower and stepped into the cold water not even feeling the chill as he tipped his head back and opened his mouth letting the water slide down his throat to his belly. Steam billowed from his mouth filling the bathroom like it was a sauna. Once he was satisfied that he wasn’t going to be in danger of torching anything when he got out he closed his mouth and started washing himself.

After changing the water from cold to hot, though he left some of the cold water on to keep it from getting too hot. Levi quickly scrubbed every inch of himself but his body only seemed to get hotter until a rather painful erection had risen up in all it’s glory. Eren’s scent was still wrapping around his senses and turning him on as he touched himself all over to wash. He couldn’t help imagining Eren’s hands following the path of his hands and by the time he realized what he was doing it was already too late to stop.

His breathing was labored as he leaned against the back wall of the shower that faced the bathroom door. He was so preoccupied that he didn’t even notice the door was cracked slightly. He simply knew he needed to get out of the shower quickly and he couldn’t possibly do that with a massive erection. His hand gripped the base of his shaft and slowly stroked the length of it. He did his best to hold back the throaty moan forcing its way out of his throat.

He did his best to stroke himself off and was busy stirring himself up into a fever pitch of desire. His knees grew weak as he slid down against the glass as he stroked himself off. He had to bite back Eren’s name to keep from calling it out just in case he heard him through the door. Soon his stroking wasn’t enough and his fingers had to work his ass to get him closer to the edge. Moans and whimpers were muffled by the glass and the running water as he did his best to hold them back. Getting caught in this position by the guy he was in love with would be extremely embarrassing.

The click of the door closing, the sound of clothes rustling, the click of the shower door opening were all lost to Levi’s frantic need. He still wasn’t getting close enough. Usually this much would be enough to make him cum but for some reason it still wasn’t enough. His name was lost to his ears a couple of times until his attention was drawn behind him as his nose followed Eren’s scent back to his person. The scent was too strong to still be coming from the other room now.

“D-don’t l-look....”

He whined it was too embarrassing being caught like this but Eren’s gaze on his body was only making it hotter. Even though it was so embarrassing he couldn’t stop moving his hands. It was frustrating. His fingers were not nearly enough to satisfy him like this. He also couldn’t tear his eyes away from Eren as he was getting soaked by the water. His clothes were plastering to his body outlining everything that was hidden. Including a rather delicious looking erection in Eren’s pants.

His ears weren’t catching anything that Eren was saying right now as he crawled over to Eren. The water was masking the tears of frustration that were welling up as he sat up pressing his face against Eren’s erection, nuzzling it before he ran his tongue over it through his pants. His hands worked to free it from Eren’s pants so that he could take the entire length into his mouth.

The Dragon in him was pleased that he was with his mate so there was no need to resist mating with him. However, just before Levi got it into his mouth Eren stopped him pulling him away and crouching down so that Levi was looking into his eyes. A low keening whine escaped Levi at being kept away from what he wanted so badly. He did his best to focus on what Eren’s lips were saying. He was asking him if this was what he really wanted.

Levi felt like telling him that it was a dumb question but instead his hand curled into Eren’s soaked shirt and pulled his mouth closer to his own. Only a breaths space apart Levi could only whisper three words before his mouth came crashing down on Eren’s. It must have been the right three words because Eren’s mouth met his hungrily and his hands began roaming, touching, and teasing all over Levi’s body. The three words that had been spoken were small but with great impact.

“I need it.”