#he's like the little devil on your shoulder but in a cute and almost innocent way (emphasis on almost)

[vergina-spva]

Anyone else watched Ghosts? I've been kinda binging it the past few days and slowly getting obsessed with my favorite ghost. So... I got curious.

Feel free to explain why, but please, pay in mind I only just started on season 2 😅 No spoilers please!

[slytherinshua]

TROUBLEMAKING

genre. fluff. warnings. ryo and his endless pranks. pairing. ryo x fem!reader. wc. 684. request. requested by @blue-jisungs, here. a/n. ryo being a little shit 24/7 was actually such a plot twist (by tws) for me when watching more nct wish content lmao but he's so cute for it he drives the older members crazy 😭😭

“Where’d the light pink go? I swear I had it next to the eraser…” 

Ryo had to fight back a mischievous grin at your confusion. The pink coloured pencil was tucked safely in his back pocket, but you didn’t need to know that. He had felt a bit bored today, and the desire to pull a small prank on you had developed in almost an instant.

Sure, drawing with you was relaxing and all. Ryo loved to see what you would create. He always got giggly when you decided to draw him. You were quite good at drawing, often leaving your boyfriend in admiration, falling even more in love with you just from the sight of your doodles. But he was in the mood for a little chaos. Peacefully drawing with his girlfriend seemed insipid.

“Maybe it’s still in the case?” Ryo suggested innocently, humming along to the music you had put on. He was awfully good at looking like an angel who could absolutely do nothing wrong, but in reality, he fit the description of a little troublemaking demon. You didn’t think anything of it, picking up a slightly darker shade of pink for now.

“I’m going to go use the bathroom real quick.” You told your boyfriend after another 10 minutes. He nodded at you, his brain scheming something new as he watched you drop your sketchbook on the floor and walk out of the room. Without a second wasted, he grabbed the paper and a red coloured pencil. 

By the time you were walking back into the room, you could immediately feel that something was off. One glance at your drawing made your head snap over to your boyfriend’s figure, innocently erasing some pencil marks on his paper. 

“What happened to my drawing, Ryo?”  

The boy shrugged, blinking up at you with wide eyes. You caught the slight smirk he was holding back, though. Picking up the drawing, now adorned with red devil horns and a ferocious dragon in the corner terrorising your peaceful countryside landscape, you glared at your boyfriend. Ryo couldn’t help but giggle a bit at your look, knowing that he couldn’t deny his involvement.

“I just made it a bit more interesting!” Ryo declared.

You stared at him then back at the paper. The drawing had been going so well. The trees and flowers you had added were some of the best you had ever done, and your perspective on the little farmhouse had finally looked accurate. You usually struggled the most with perspective and angles, and you were devastated at seeing the messy red pencil marks all over your perfect drawing. A frown started to form on your face and your lip jutted out in a pout.

“It was one of my best drawings…” You sunk to the floor, shoulders sagging in defeat. You wouldn’t cry over it, but the disappointment and frustration you felt was overwhelming. Ryo held almost all of your admiration, but times like these made you wonder why he was doing this to you.

“I’m sorry- I should’ve asked before ruining it.” Ryo said softly, scooting closer to you on the floor. “Do you want to ruin mine in return?”

You looked up at Ryo’s drawing that he offered you, a small smile slowly replacing your pout. He had drawn a portrait of you. It wasn’t the best ever, but it was adorable. He had added a bunch of hearts around you and text on your shirt that said ‘best girlfriend in the world’. 

“No, I’m not mean like you.” You teased, now showing him a bright smile. 

Ryo pouted, “I won’t do it again. I promise!” 

Your eyes narrowed at him, “You would without even thinking twice.”

He grinned, “Guilty.” 

Though you had already forgiven him for ruining your drawing, that didn’t stop you from reminding him about it throughout the day in order to get free kisses. He knew exactly what you were doing— using his guilt for your own benefit— but he obliged in your want for kisses without complaining. Kissing you was always a win in his book.

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@haecien,, @talkingsaxy,, @thesunsfullmoon,, @talking-saxy

[thatlilgremlin]

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: I'll make her my wife :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

➤ Warnings: Fluff

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Lucius peeked his head downstairs, his father had told him to stay in his bedroom while he and mother were taking care of guests but he was getting bored so he wanted to see who the guests were. As soon as he got to see a glimpse of the living room, his father spotted him.

“Speaking of the devil. Lucius, come, come meet the guests”, Abraxas said, gesturing him over.

Lucius walked down the stairs, he finally saw who the guests were; a very skinny woman with a long hooked nose, black hair that stopped at the top of her back and dark eyes contrasting with her pale skin, beside her was a little kid, who he assumed was her daughter, looking the exact same — although with shorter hair long enough to only graze her shoulders.

“Lucius, this is Eileen, an old friend of mine”, Helena introduced the shabby-looking woman, “This is Severus, her kid and your new friend. Now, could you both go play in your room while your father and I talk with Eileen?”

Lucius nodded and looked at Severus who looked back at him but didn’t move from her mom, Eileen had to nudge her to move forward, Lucius took her hand and walked to his bedroom; when she entered the room, she looked fascinated by how big the room was, it made him smile.

“So, how old are you, Severus?” He asked, trying to start a conversation with the little kid.

She looked at him and stayed silent for some time before opening her mouth and saying in the smallest shyest voice, “Four”

He almost aw’ed, she was so very cute and obviously had problems communicating, “We’re six years apart then, I’m ten”

She didn’t answer, she went back to looking around the room, Lucius knew striking a conversation wouldn’t work with her so he decided to try another approach, he went to his small bookshelf and took a book he used to read at her age; ‘Introduction to the Wizarding World for Muggles and Young Wixen’.

“Do you know how to read?” He asked, she shook her head, he smiled again, “Do you want me to read for you?” She looked at him in surprise for a second before nodding almost shyly.

He sat on his bed and patted the spot next to his, she walked over and carefully climbed on the bed, sitting at a reasonable distance where she could still see the book without getting into his personal space. He opened the book and started reading, it was a thick-ish book, with about two hundred pages of words and illustrations; he read it out loud, showed and explained what the moving drawings on pages were, he looked as her eyes lit up with every new page of information.

Then, slowly, she started coming out of her shell, asking more questions, even moving a bit closer to see better, no longer scared of being too close for his liking as he seemed to not mind. They read for hours, laughed at some puns the author gave and, soon, the sun set and the two fell asleep sitting against each other.

Eileen and Helena opened the door and saw the pair, they aw’ed at the sight of the sleeping children. Eileen picked Severus up gently, the two kids woke up from the movement.

“Bye bye, Lucius”, Severus said sleepily, waving over her mom’s shoulder as she was carried away.

“Goodbye, Severus”, Lucius answered, his mom started tucking him to bed, “Mom?”

“Yes, darling?”

“What’s the most unbreakable bond?” He asked sleepily, rubbing his eye.

“Mmh, I guess marriage, why?” Helena answered, stroking his long-ish blonde hair.

“I think I’ll marry Severus then. When I get older, I’ll make her my wife”, he said confidently.

“Oh”, she answered then gave him an apologetic smile, “You can’t make Severus your wife, darling, he’s not a girl”

His eyebrows raised at the announcement of misgendering the little kid, “I’ll make him my husband then”, he said, his eyebrows furrowing in determination.

Helena’s smile became more gentle at his childish innocence, she was just happy they were getting along, “Of course you will, my darling”, she gave him a goodnight kiss on his forehead before leaving him to sleep.

[hyuckie-angel]

treasure reaction; college boyfriend

in which they love their partner and their studies (sometimes)

a/n; a lil suggestive in jihoon, yoshi, asahi and doyoung’s parts

최현석 • choi hyunsuk

the making music at 1am boyfriend

the raw talent your partner hyunsuk possesses is no joke

the way music seems to come from his fingertips

magically into the software

renders you speechless sometimes

‘come look at what i made :D’

he’ll never say it but all of his lyric inspiration is you

he’s never failed a project and he knows its because he’s got you there to write about :’)

but anyway

despite adoring his creativity, sometimes he really just has no clue 

like there’s a road in his brain but its one way and the lines are fading

if you get what i mean

it’s really late

the world is silent

you are drifting off into dreams

when out of nowhere you hear a really loud Dm chord blasting through the stereo

‘hyunsukkkkkkkk’

‘yeah? :0′

he’s cute when he’s confused so you forgive him

when he has an early class you sometimes have to get out of bed and force him away from his desk

‘but im almost don-’

‘hyunsuk it is 4am go the fuck to sleep’

sometimes he whips out the guitar at 1am, strumming a few chords and humming along

this you could never say no to

‘i wrote this one for you the other day’

lying there listening to him quietly serenade you fills you with this warm comfortableness 

so you jump out of bed to grab his face 

planting a soft kiss onto his lips

you can feel his grin even with your eyes shut

its safe to say that sleeping doesn’t play a huge part in the relationship, and you could not care any less :)

박지훈 • park jihoon

the ‘if i finish my project will you finish me? ;)’ boyfriend

lord help your soul

jihoon may look like the sweetest, most innocent guy on campus

but oh boy is that incorrect

before you were even dating he was winking at you across the classroom

or running ahead of you to open doors

and despite his wide and elated smile when you finally accepted his advances

he is a fiend

he’s like your own personal devil on your shoulder

‘surely we skip this class’ wink wink wink

you quickly figured out that the best motivation for this man is

well

the intimate kind

the ‘if you finish this project in the next hour ill let you do whatever you want tonight’ kind

he has absolutely no complaints

it was a dream come true when he realised you would reciprocate

besides

both of you would much rather spend a night having fun

than reading coursework and hating life

of course he has his sweet moments

buys you flowers

brings you chocolate when you’re sad

agrees that making a pillow fort is very important rn

cue the next 3 hours of bickering and pillow related injuries

but his tendency to get distracted

makes itself known quite often

of course you use this to your advantage

walking into the room in a tiny little skirt and an almost see through top

you get more attention than you’ve ever dreamed of

and the sex 

you don’t wanna blow up his ego

but it’s just always really, really good

your professor has started to become suspicious

sometimes both of you do fantastic work

but sometimes both your projects look rushed  (¬_¬)

‘we just spent too much time studying for our other class professor i swear’

this boy will be the death of you 

金本芳典 • kanemoto yoshinori

the always late to class boyfriend

you love this boy to the grave

but you cannot count on all your fingers and toes the amount of times he has forgotten about his classes

never once has he done it on purpose

the man just gets so distracted by anything and everything

especially you

he is no thoughts head empty only yn

‘holy fucking fuck i have class rn’

you have his schedule written down in your phone

so when you tell him you’re going to the shops and he says he’s coming

you can tell him 

‘no yoshi you have literature in 5 minutes’

cue yoshi olympic sprinting out of the house

the amount of times he comes back from class with a paper that has been graded 

‘98%... late’

its basically his brand atp

you’re no better sometimes though

if you’re making out and in the back of your mind you know he probably has class soon

but you’d much rather be here

with his hands in you hair and your heavy breaths breaking the silence

you just say nothing

yoshi doesn't care if he’s late because you guys were having sex

in fact unsurprisingly

he quite enjoys it

 as do you lmao

‘yoshi you have class’

‘stfu do you wanna have sex or not jesus’

he’s also developed a sixth sense when around his professors

if he passes by one of them on campus

he immediately leaves your side

jumping behind a bush

as you get confronted by his literature professor asking why tf he missed half an hour of class again

‘just tell them i died’ 

‘no??’

he’s never going to change, but as the wisest men say

yolo

김준규 • kim junkyu

the studies until 5am then sleeps through the class boyfriend

if theres one thing about junkyu

its that sleep >>>>> anything else

(aside from you >> ofc)

he also has this unbelievable fear of failing

so to compensate he spends hours and hours studying

into the night

you wake up sometimes and there’s 4 redbull cans scattered across the desk

and a very unconscious junkyu drooling onto his workbook

you take a photo of him

you gently shake him and wake him enough to get himself to bed

you can always tell how hard he’s working to try and pass his classes with the best marks possible

and you admire him for it

but goddamn does he need to stop staying up so late

you remember the infamous night that he stayed up super late cramming

absolutely determined to pass his exam with the highest marks possible

and then proceeded to sleep through all his alarms

you received a very tearful phone call that morning

‘can you wake me up at 6:30?’

‘junkyu its 5am that is 1 and a half hours of sleep’

‘yea??’

he lives and breaths energy drinks

cue his hands shaking to the point where both of you are like

‘maybe we should go to a doctor’  (≖_≖ )

your favourite thing to do together is nap

because he is always sleep deprived

he turns into a cuddly gremlin when you lie down together

you want to get up and use the bathroom

too bad

wait until he wants to let go

its okay though because he’s so cute

sometimes when you’re napping he unconsciously kisses your forehead and cuddles closer to you

and you have to say nothing so you don’t wake him but also die inside from love and affection

although he is clumsy

and somewhat disorganised

he’s your clumsy and disorganised, and you love him more than anything <333333

윤재혁 • yoon jaehyuk

the ‘whats the answer???’ boyfriend

you met jaehyuk in a class the two of you shared

you could tell he was an absent minded guy

he was often staring towards the front of the lecture hall

looking directly through the teacher

and taking in precisely zero information

but because you were sat next to him

and you liked to think you were a decent person

you would give him a tap on the shoulder every time you thought he was missing something important

this seemed quite mundane to you

just a girl helping out a fellow classmate  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but the butterflies that birthed in his stomach every time you leant over to help him out

made him feel crazy

so he asked you out

after getting over the initial surprise of this gorgeous man wanting to be your boyfriend

you began to notice all these little habits about him

his confused squint when he’s trying to figure something out

the way he clenches his jaw in understanding

his fiddly hands when he’s losing his attention span

and your personal favourite;

the way he leans over to ask you questions about the class

‘hey what did you get for number 1 coz i got 35 but its not even a maths question?’

he’s also so unintentionally funny

‘babe i lost 17 pens can i borrow one?’

once you snorted in amusement so loudly the teacher said bless you

which made jaehyuk loose his shit laughing

and now whenever you laugh at his expense he says bless you

so you slap him (gently)

he pokes his tongue out 

you pretend to get offended

he laughs and kisses you softly

you forgive him immediately

his attention span in class has definitely improved with you helping him

even the professor has noticed

but

he maaaay or may not be pretending to zone out sometimes

just so you’ll tap him on the shoulder and look at him with your pretty eyes and ask him if he needs anything :’)

浜田朝光 • hamada asahi

the quiet sober; crazy drunk boyfriend

when you first met your boyfriend asahi

his quiet and calm temperament had caught your attention

you’d seen him in the library, head down, brown hair falling in his eyes

and you’d realised that you needed this man

he was beautiful

so you went and talked to him

his responses were

well

limited

‘hi’

‘yeah’

‘haha’

but little did you know his heart had swelled and his palms had become clammy at the sight of you

you and your face that he thought was maybe the most gorgeous he’d ever seen

so two months later you were dating

he’d told you he didn’t drink much

he didn’t care for it

but when you were invited to his best friend jaehyuks birthday party, he told you he’d probably indulge a little

“a little” he said

by the time you got into the uber to go to the party, his cheeks were flushed 

by the time you got there, he was smiling wonkily at you like an idiot

about half an hour later and you’d totally lost him

you weren’t worried, it was a safe environment

but you were curious

so out you went to look for him

and there he was on the roof

ON THE ROOF?!?!

his hangover the next morning was his punishment for doing stupid shit you’d told him

now every time you drink

you wait for an incident ™

sometimes he just gets super horny

‘can we leave plzzz babe ;))’

and sometimes he manages things you don’t understand

‘okey we needa go coz that guys wantz to fite me idk why’

but all times, he is hungover for three days and one of his professors thinks he has an alcohol problem 

‘i’m never drinking again’ :(

김도영 • kim doyoung

the hits on you like you’re not dating boyfriend

just like jihoon

doyoung has this innocent exterior, devilish interior 

kinda vibe

he also has absolutely no shame ever

and so has this habit of constantly putting you in awkward situations 

where people think he’s harassing you

but in reality he’s just being a dickhead

‘hey bby girl you wanna come back to my place tonight?’ ;)

before you had told your best friend that you and doyoung were dating

he had come over, slung an arm around your shoulders and gone

‘hey sexy’

you had turned bright red

and your friend had looked so confused you thought she might have an aneurism

doyoung lives in a share house just off campus with three roommates; jaehyuk, jeongwoo and junkyu

the first few times you’d come over, doyoung turned off the weirdness

opting for just following you around

like a lost puppy

but when he realised his roommates didn’t pay you guys any attention

suddenly he’s backing you into walls

grabbing you from behind in the kitchen

staring at your chest almost all the time

and just being a general menace to society 

you have a really lovely and not embarrassing at all memory 

of a beautiful spring day

5:30pm

you and two friends were walking out of class

giggling at everything under the sun

when a voice echoes through the air

a voice belonging to your beloved boyfriend who’s standing 20 feet away from you with a shit eating grin on his face

‘yo yn... is that a mirror in your pocket coz i can see myself in your pants!!!!’ ;)) 

your physics professor was standing right behind him 

you’ve never seen someone go from confident to embarrassed that quickly

but even though he is your personal humiliation creator

you still let him hit

what can you say, he’s dumb but he’s hot lmaooo

渡辺春虎 • watanabe haruto

the ‘i fcking hate this class’ boyfriend

you were the year above haruto

you in your third year of studies, him in his second

you had dreamt your whole life of becoming a marine biologist

dedicating countess hours to study and achieving perfect scores

it wasn’t a secret that you loved all of your classes

now

one evening you were asked by your professor to attend a lecture and maybe help out anyone in need

and that’s when you first saw him

you thought he was cute immediately, his platinum blonde hair framing his face nicely and his glasses sliding down his nose a little

but you weren’t one for pursuing attraction

so you spent the lecture walking around and giving tips to people that asked

until haruto raised his hand as you walked by

secretly happy, you sat down next to him and asked what he needed

it was basically love at first sight for both of you

you spent the rest of the lecture sitting with him

he found you so endearing 

and you thought he was hilarious

all was going so well

until he opened his mouth and went 

‘yeah i fucking hate this class lol’

you awkwardly smiled

‘this is my favourite class’

his grin dropped dramatically

‘ah- ah i’m sorry idk why i said that’

you weren’t offended in the slightest

but his flustered reaction made you giggle

you began dating only weeks later :)

haruto’s favourite thing was to annoy the shit out of you talking about how much he dislikes the classes you love

you could be sitting in the food court

having a loving conversation

and out of nowhere he goes

‘i’m so glad im not in that class rn’

you deadpan stare at him 

if he sees you studying for the class

‘damn i was gonna stay over but not anymore i guess fuck’

so dramatic i stg

despite wanting to punch him in the jaw sometimes

he makes you laugh more than you had in years

and so you can move past the difference in interests for him

박정우 • park jeongwoo

the second-hand embarrassment boyfriend

like

confidently raises his hand and says the total wrong answer

kinda guy

trips over and sprains his ankle in the food court

kinda guy

not that you’d have it any other way

but damn sometimes you have to restrain from cringing visibly

he’s like a walking sit-com

and you are the audience

your personal favourite pass-time is forcing him to listen to his own actions retold from your perspective

as you wheeze with laughter and he sits there like  (－_－) 

he secretly loves it though

if his misfortune is enough to make you happy

he thinks you might be slightly weird

but your happiness is all that matters to him

so he can deal with it

‘im glad me falling on my ass was this amusing to you thanks heaps babe’

one day you were sitting in a class you shared 

it was business and it was boring but it was both of your favourite class because you were in <3 love <3

and jeongwoo had a question

the professor was walking around the classroom so he was waiting

and as they walked over, jeongwoo opened his mouth

and you watched practically in slow motion as he said

‘hey mum i have a question’

your eyes widened

his eyes widened

the professors eyes widened 

doyoungs eyes widened

you held back on laughing until he’d gotten the answer he needed

and then you and doyoung let loose 

‘hey mum’

‘mummy i mean mummy i mean-’

‘excuse me professor birthgiver’

‘OKAY I GET IT SHUT THE FUCK UP PLEASE’

if he ever gets insecure about anything

you look him dead in the eyes and tell him that he may be an idiot, but he’s your idiot, and thats all that matters :)

소정환 • so junghwan

the spends all his money on you boyfriend

from the beginning

junghwan had been spoiling you silly 

buying you lunches

hearing you say you liked something and immediately purchasing it

you hadn’t thought anything of it at first

assuming it was just a friendly gesture

but the smirks from all your friends told you a different story

after the two of you began dating, his bank account began suffering

you had told him countless times

he didn’t need to be doing all this

but to him, it was his way of showing you he cared

‘you like this? i buy for u bby girl’

‘junghwan no-’

he also wasn’t afraid of showing people how much he spoiled you

read: ‘one time he walked into your class whilst the teacher was talking and everybody looked at him confused and he walked to you and gave you a block of chocolate and then walked straight back out but blew you a kiss just to make sure you were sufficiently embarrassed’

you adore him for it though

no matter how much he tries to humiliate you

you also aren’t allowed to try and pay him back

if he catches you tryna pay for something

or transferring money

its on sight

‘i am a grown man and i am insulted by this behaviour’

sometimes you run to the food court to buy both of you lunch before he gets there

so that he can’t lecture you on spending money

sometimes you think he’s a bit dumb though

you once broke a pencil you’d been using in your art class

and in response junghwan had bought you 83 more

‘why are there 7 parcels at my door rn’

‘damn that shits crazy i have no idea’

despite this

you know his only intention is to be there for you and help you out

so you always thank him with a huge hug 

and only one or two insults about him being a walking wallet

[strangersatellites]

pride, envy, wrath, sloth, gluttony, greed, ao3

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

lust (noun) - a shortcut to sexual fulfillment, but it doesn’t actually get you there. When you lust after someone, you are objectifying that person for your own selfish pleasure. 

The summer heat beats down with a strength that must rival that straight out of Hell, Eddie thinks. 

The thermometer Wayne keeps on the porch outside reading somewhere between ninety degrees and the devil’s asscrack and Eddie can feel all of it. 

Sweat rolling down his spine even where he’s sat in the shade, sunglasses and baseball cap on and a glass of ice water pressed to the back of his neck. 

You couldn’t pay him enough money to set foot in the grass, to feel the sun hit his skin and start burning it instantly.

The only thing keeping him even outside is Steve. 

Steve who is washing his car like it's the most important job he’ll ever have. He’s paying attention to details that Eddie’s never even noticed, let alone noticed were clean.

But that’s not what Eddie’s paying attention to anyway is it?

No. There might be one thing in the steamy July air that is hotter than the sun, and it's the thoughts running through Eddie’s head. There’s nothing cool about those. 

See, Eddie’s covered in a layer of grime and his hair has gone frizzy and he’s sprawled across the couch in a way he knows makes him look less like a man and more like a deflated balloon.

But despite the heat, Steve looks like a vision.

He’s got on a tight little pair of cut-off shorts that do absolute wonders for his thighs. 

He’s ripped the sleeves off and cropped one of Eddie’s old band shirts, a white one at that, and Eddie’s eyes can trail all the way from his shoulder to his happy trail, view unobstructed. 

He’s got his hair pushed back with a pair of sunglasses that started on his eyes but were apparently hindering his vision too much. Whatever. Eddie’s not complaining. He looks sexy with his hair pushed back.

It started out innocent enough. With Eddie mentally making a note to tell him he looks cute the next time he’s close enough to the porch.

But that was before he took a break from scrubbing to douse himself under the hose. 

Because now Eddie’s old, white band shirt is stuck to his skin like glue. Like it was painted on just for him. Eddie loves Steve’s strong arms, he does. But he’s never going to pass up an opportunity to watch the way the muscles in his back ripple under his skin. The “Metallica” stretched across his shoulders is just icing on the cake.

When faced with the wrath of the sun, Eddie’s skin turns pink and tender. But Steve goes a beautiful warm golden and his freckles seem to multiply. 

Right now Eddie’s eyes are glued to Steve’s legs. The way his muscles go taut when he squats down to scrub at his hubcaps. If he squints hard enough against the harsh afternoon light, Eddie can almost make out the indentions of his own teeth on the underside of his thigh. The fading purple bruise he’d sucked into soft skin, sweaty for an entirely different reason. 

He thinks of the way he’s made those strong legs tremble and shake. The way he’s had them wrapped around his waist, his head. 

Steve shifts and sits on the grass, leans back on both of his hands and throws his head back with a sigh. Eddie’s gaze gets redirected to the shirt clinging to his chest, his soft, but still strong tummy. 

He wants to lick his collarbones and leave bruises on his neck. More bruises, that is. There’s already a few mottled across his skin because Eddie just can’t help himself. How could he? How could anybody help themselves with Steve in their lap whimpering their name like a prayer? Eddie gave up trying to hold back a long time ago. 

When his eyes come back into focus Steve is stretching to reach across his windshield, back muscles stretched long and strong. If Eddie closes his eyes he can imagine the feeling of the welts he’d left across his skin. Claw marks drug all the way down his back. Can almost imagine the feeling that elicited them. The groan he’d pulled out of his boy in turn. 

Eddie snaps his eyes open and is met with Steve’s lazy smile looking his way and he really can’t be blamed for the heat it sends dipping into his stomach and the strained huff he grits out. 

The way Steve throws his head back again, this time in a laugh at Eddie’s distress, doesn’t help his case. 

It gets the worst though, when Steve sets to detailing the hood. 

Now he’s got his back directly facing Eddie. He’s bent over at the waist, hips popped back and his spine dipped low and Eddie’s not a praying man, he’s not. 

But he’s about to send up one of gratitude because sometimes he can hardly believe Steve’s his. 

And Eddie’s not stupid. He knows Steve’s onto him. He knows because he’d laughed. Because he’s peeking over his shoulder every few seconds to see if Eddie’s eyes are still on him. He knows because he’s tugged his little shorts up enough that the crease of his ass and his thighs sits right below the frayed denim hem. 

There might’ve been a time where Eddie would’ve tried valiantly to redirect his train of thought. To stop himself from making a fool of himself. But now Steve’s his boyfriend. And Steve knows Eddie’s thinking about getting him naked more often than he’s not these days. He’s just as bad. 

So Eddie lets himself sink into it. Into the visions of the bounce of Steve’s cheeks when Eddie smacks him. Of the tiny freckle just shy of his hole and how he loves to sink his teeth around it. The tiny heart tattoo on the back of his right hip that Steve totally should not have let Eddie give him, but they both love nonetheless.  

He thinks about the way his normally strong voice, breaks and goes soft when Eddie fucks him. The way he squirms when he rides Eddie’s face. 

The goosebumps that break out across his skin on the comedown and his glassy eyes and soft smile. 

His eyes are wide open but he’s so lost in the memory of his boy’s ass pulled against his hips that he misses when Steve stops washing his car and climbs the steps of the porch. Doesn’t see him until he feels his weight drop down across his lap and hears Steve ask what he’s thinking about in a sultry whisper.

So Eddie really doesn’t feel all that bad about his thoughts burning hotter than the summer sun when he says, “Nothing, baby. Just you.”

[deathmetalunicorn1]

So like, what if our dear reader drank a potion ehich made them a child but they have their conscious n thinking capability still the same as their adult time but the gods think they hv toddler brain, and they use it to their advantage to be pervy. And in context to the above image, they would bit their husbandos titties and gods would think she is just hungry, but in some (any of ur choice) incident they find out she still has adult brain n is only fulfilling her fantasies so when they r back to Normal they r in for some spicy smut . Thank you and I hope you will fulfill my request for record of ragnarok characters : Thor, loki, hades ,poseidon , rudra, indra, Buddha, Qin shi huang, Sakata kintoki, Nikola , beelzebub. Please do individual characters only for the smut part. For the biting the tiddies part I would like that the reader be go around feeding on them all 😳

Hello my love, I’m happy to do my best in this request for you, but I do need to let you know the only character I won’t be writing is Kintoki, as I haven’t had enough screen time/ manga pages, with him, so I’m not sure how to write his character. I do apologize.

-Panic was the only thing swarming around you at the moment, after you woke up in the body of a younger toddler.

-You had been stunned silent, being completely coherent of the situation, but you couldn’t talk and say anything otherwise.

-The man of your life was holding you to his chest, frantic as he tried to make sense what was going on, while you were just chilling in a tee-shirt that was ten times too big for you.

-Zeus found a glass with a strange purple liquid inside of it nearby and inspected it closely before announcing you had unknowingly drank a potion that turned you into a toddler, and you would be a toddle for at least the next 24 hours.

-You looked up at your lover, feeling bad that he was so worried about you, as you were trying to figure out the same thing.

-However, as you looked up at him, his muscles were staring you right in the face, hugging you to his large and voluptuous pecs.

-Hearts immediately appeared in your eyes, without anyone seeing and the little devil and little angel appeared on your shoulders and instantly the devil suplexed your angel almost instantly, “DO IT!!”

-You instantly opened your mouth and began to mouth around his peck, cooing cutely as he panicked, holding you back away from him.

-Zeus laughed warmly, stroking his bread, “Looks like Y/N is hungry and trying to feed off you.” He tried to come over to pinch your cheek and you whined, tears filling your eyes, waving your arms back to your lover, fussing.

-Instantly you were back where you wanted to be, cooing in content, looking so innocent to the others in the room who all thought you were adorable, while your thoughts were anything but.

-You slapped your hands against his pec, giggling happily as you nuzzled your cheek against it and instantly tried to latch on to his nipple, living out your perverse fantasy.

-While embarrassing for him, you weren’t bothered as he tried to get you to get off his chest, offering you a bottle instead, but you smacked it away, only wanting his chest!

-Several hours later, after everyone had left, leaving only you and your lover, who was drained after dealing with this whole situation.

-You lifted yourself up as he stroked your hair, babbling up at him, as he had an arm thrown over his eyes and he looked at you, giving you a soft smile, “You’re cute like this, but I want my Y/N back.”

-Your eyes softened, your love for him only growing before you cooed softly, reaching for his face and he chuckled, lifting you up and pecked your cheek gently.

-You managed to press your lips against his lips and POOF! You were now sitting across your lover’s chest, the shirt now a bit stretched due to your adult form.

-A smile appeared on your lips, “I love you (Love).” He was stunned, having not expected you to change back with just a kiss before his hands came to your thighs, the smile on his face not matching the aura of fury surrounding him, “Y/N~ were you aware of what you were doing as a baby?”

-Your grin was telling and instantly he swatted your rear hard, making you keen loudly, feeling a rush of pleasure shoot through you.

-By the look in his eyes, you were going to be punished~

-Thor- He quickly had you on your knees, bent over you, one hand holding your head down to the ground while the other slapped at your ass and the back of your thighs while he pounded into you. You were a drooling mess, crying out, your nails digging into the blanket he had thrown on the floor, your one mercy from him. He was relentless, his pace never faltering, bringing you to peak one after another. Your antics fueled him, you had embarrassed him and he wanted to drive every thought besides him and his cock from your head.

-Loki- You teased and embarrassed him, he will give it back to you tenfold. He liked it a bit more when you were in charge, begging you, but when he was in charge, he made sure you wouldn’t forget it. You hummed as he forced you to swallow him to the base, not caring that you were almost choking, his hands tangled in your hair, throat fucking you hard and fast. You whined, trying to get your hands free so you could touch yourself as you were dripping down your thighs. He sneered down at you, “C’mon Y/N, maybe I’ll fuck you if you make me cum? Can you do that?” his condescending tone made you squeeze around nothing before you hollowed your cheeks, making him thrown his head back.

-Hades- If you want to act like a brat and embarrass him, he’ll treat you like a brat. His hands rubbed across the back of your thighs, listening to your breathy pants, soothing the ache away after he had just thrown you over his knee and spanked you. A smirk appeared as his fingers stroked down your rear, finding your dripping core and instantly you mewled as his fingers brushed against the wetness, “My-my~ you’re so wet. Don’t tell me you liked your punishment?” his fingers quickly worked into your core, making your back arch upwards with a sharp cry before you felt something hard shifting against your stomach. You would have to misbehave more often.

-Poseidon- In hindsight, you realized you needed to get better at lying, at least with things like this, your hands were bound above your head, tying you to his large bed, and began to punish you. Your ass was red from his slaps, they stung but at the same time, the little bit of pain felt so good~ and you were four orgasms in, you felt so dizzy, so delirious. Poseidon entered with some water for you, helping you drink it before he kissed you hard, licking the drops of water at the sides of your mouth away, “Don’t pass out on me now. You’re punishment is far from over.” You looked up at him, confused before your eyes widened as he opened a large stamina potion and downed the whole thing. He looked at you with a feral look in his eyes and you couldn’t help but squeak, pressing your thighs together.

-Rudra- You moaned softly as he stroked your ass, having just finished spanking you, red covering your ass and thighs, while his other hands were holding you down. He murmured into your hair gently after sitting you up, making you straddle his waist, “You did so good for me, my bad little girl. I think we’ll move onto the second punishment now~” he was quick to free his cock and lifted you with two of his hands and pulled you down hard. A sharp cry left you as you almost immediately came and he instantly stilled, “You’re not allowed to cum until I say so. Bad girls don’t get rewards.” You licked your lips and he instantly grinned and began to jackhammer up into you.

-Indra- You relaxed your throat again as he made you gag again, thrusting up, making you take him deeper. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, “Keep going, you’re not finished yet.” He had forced you immediately to your knees, bullying you back into your place as punishment, but he knew you liked it, else you would have used your safe word or safe word action. His one hand brushed your hair from your face, the soft action a stark contrast of his rough treatment, making you choke on his cock and ignoring your needs, for the moment. Once he felt like you had learned your lesson then he would reward you, maybe.

-Buddha- Your hands were almost instantly bound as soon as he had you pinned to the ground, forcing his body between your thighs, grinding down hard on you, dry humping you. Your shirt had long been shredded and he used your chest to his heart’s desire, titty fucking you, painting your chest and face with his cum, sucking at your own nipples until they were almost painfully sensitive, but the worst thing is that he kept fingering you and denying you orgasm after orgasm, overstimulating you but never giving you any relief. Only when you could only make noises and say his name did he finally fuck you, giving you exactly what you wanted, treating you like a sex toy, boy did you love that.

-Qin Shi Huang- He was so cruel to you, spanking you while talking so gently to you, like you were a child, praising you taking your punishment like a big girl, making you whine. Once he stopped, after about fifteen slaps to your ass and thighs, he rolled you over, sucking on your own nipples like he was the baby. He enjoyed feeling your hands scratching along his scalp, but he was quick to pull back and grab his blindfold, tying you to his bed, “Ahh-ahh my little lotus, this is a punishment. Take what I give you.” You whined softly, pouting up at him, but another slap to your aching thigh had any complaints quickly dying. He kissed you softly, before whispering against your lips, “If you behave, maybe I’ll reward you.” He relished the look on your face, biting your bottom lip lightly but delight in your eyes.

-Nikola- Could only pout as you hugged him, apologizing, refusing to look at you as you nuzzled your nose against his cheek, a pout coming to your own lips, “I just wanted to live out one of my fantasies with you Nikola~ you never let me do anything like that in the bedroom.” His head finally turned, “Fine. Since you got to live out one of yours, you get to help me with one of mine.” Ten minutes later you were in the skimpiest little maid costume you had ever seen, complete with high heels, stockings, and no panties. He had opened his shirt and undone his pants before taking a glass of wine and poured it all over his chest and crotch, “Clean it up.” You kneeled before him, batting your eyes, “Of course, master~” he was quick to groan, his head falling back as you got to work, both of you curious about more sexual fantasies you both had.

-Beelzebub- Had immediately pinned you down, face down ass up, after forcing the shirt off of you, leaving you completely bare and bullied his cock into you. Your sharp and slightly painful cries were music to his ears as he set a harsh and rough pace, hands digging into your ass, his nails biting just slightly into your skin, “You think it’s funny to embarrass me in public? Maybe I should take you out and fuck you in the meeting room, let all the other gods see you.” You mewled loudly which made him smirk, feeling you tighten around him, “Oh~ are you really that much of a little whore, Y/N? Well too bad, your body is mine, and mine alone.” He slapped your ass hard, making you cry out loudly for him, “Yours! Only yours!” his pace increased, each thrust driving a harsh cry from your naughty lips.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Was it worth it?

The question you have been asking yourself when you got that message this morning.

'It's done. Be ready'

Their was no point in packing a bag, in bringing your treasured items. Where you were going, they wouldn't last. Your fingers lifted to the cross hanging off your neck, a fragile little symbol that you just couldn't part with. Not right now.

You heard him first, heavy boots on the floor. A chill blowing across the back of your neck like a winters frost creeped up your neck. The scent of smoke burned your nose, making it crinkle at the sensation.

Was it worth it?

Silence stretched between the two of you, now you knew he was right behind you, could feel those icy blue eyes patiently waiting for you to face him. You let your gaze took one last look at your life before you left it for good. Your fingers flitted to the small cross, letting the warm metal give you some strength in your backbone. You turned to face the towering man.

Dark features coated shadowed his face for now, his beanie pulled low to his brow and dark lashes framed brilliant eyes, matching the chill that was around him. His shoulders were relaxed, smoldering faint smoke billowing off his shoulders where the warm room was drying his large dark wool coat.

Among the harsh beard, his lips were soft looking, almost tempting as they created a frown on his face. "Are you ready?" He asked, looking over you as if assessing you with a sigh falling from him. "So soft..." He muttered as he reached out before you could even answer, calloused fingertips trailing along your cheek and a tilt of his head seemed to look into your soul. "You weren't meant for this."

"Meant for what?" Your tone flat with acceptance to what was happening to you, you had after all signed up for it.

"Where we are going... You will be broken." The man gripped your chin, tilting your face up to study it further. "Reforged."

"Im not afraid to burn." You said with more bravery then you actually had. It did make him give a cold smile though.

"You will do far more then burn Love. Our hell is full of fire and ice. You will bow and bend, crawling across shards and flames all bloodied for me, it's always you good ones who please the devil the most." His hand fell to your throat, tightening till he drew you up closer to him, standing on your tip toes and struggling. "The cross is cute though, I will let you keep that for now."

His eyes bore into yours as you saw shadows burning in his eyes. "Tell me little angel, was your deal worth your soul?"

"Yes" you gasped, refusing to show your ever growing fear. Curtis leaned in close, pressing what felt like a loving kiss to your lips.

"Remember that when I am claiming that last bit of innocence you are holding onto, it will be mine. All of you will be mine."

Was it worth it?

I have been listening to this song on repeat today, it's just triggering some part of my brain that is like 'i need this'

But anyways, it makes me wanna write a dark Curtis coming to collect.

A demon/devil... maybe mob. Idk. Something.

[urfavstargirl1]

wouldn't it be nice

Part 5 to the series Chemistry, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 -- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader stranger things masterlist | Spotify playlist

summary: Eddie and Y/N take things to the next level, but when they lose track of time in the back of his van, will things go too far?

cw: angst, fluff, anxiety, hurt/comfort, shy/nerdy!reader, pre-ST4, cocky!Eddie, heavy making out, semi-nudity, swearing, strict parents,

a/n: there's so much to say, but basically, this chapter is a rollercoaster but it's not the end of Y/N and Eddie's story just yet. Also included a Spotify playlist I made for this chapter with special mood music

“I kind of like being here with you too Eddie.” Y/N whispers.

“Kind of?” Eddie pouts as he softly pinches her cheek. 

Yes, kind of, because that’s already saying a lot for her.

“I think you like being here with me a little more than that,” Eddie smiles cheekily.

Y/N smiles with her lips pressed firmly shut.

“C’mon Y/N, say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say how much you like being here with me.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, “I already did.”

“I want to hear you say it again, but without any of that kind of crap.”

“I…I re–”

Thunder claps again and Y/N tenses. She looks up at Eddie and Eddie looks back at her. She inches slightly closer to his place beside her and he does the same. 

Despite the raging storm outside, Eddie and Y/N have never felt more at peace than in each other’s arms. 

Eddie looks over his shoulder and out the window. The raindrops hit the window in a rhythmic pitter patter. As the storm rages on and night begins to fall, their surroundings grow darker, making it harder to even see beyond the van windows.

“Eddie, what if we can’t get out of here?” Y/N asks worriedly.

“We’re gonna make it out of here, sweetheart. Just need the storm to pass first.” Eddie says reassuringly. He cups her cheeks and gently swipes his thumb back and forth under her eye.

“What if it doesn’t?”

Eddie squeezes her hand. “Have a little faith.”

Y/N almost wants to say, “what we need to have is a little plan”, but she surprises herself and heeds his words. 

Perhaps this too shall pass.

Y/N traces a finger along the black letters of his cotton t-shirt. “Is this the Hellfire Club uniform?”

Eddie laughs, “Basically. Do you like it?”

She moves her finger downward to trace over the image of the devil horns, “Yeah, it’s pretty cool.”

“Maybe we could make you one too.”

She stops her tracing and looks up at him, “Wouldn’t I have to become a member for that?”

Eddie looks at her hopefully, “Yeah, if you wanna.”

She smiles bashfully, “I don’t even know how to play.”

Eddie smiles with excitement, “I can teach you.”

Y/N gives him a shy smile. Joining Hellfire Club? Is that such a good idea?

“It’d give me an excuse to see this pretty face,” Eddie coos and he presses her cheeks together in his hand.

Y/N scrunches her nose and shoos his hand away. 

“I’ll think about it,” Y/N smiles sweetly.

“C’mon, don’t think about it. Just do it!”

Y/N flits her eyes up, “We’ll see.”

She looks back down and grabs one of his hands into both of hers. She holds it in one and uses the other to lightly graze her fingertips along his slender fingers.

“I like your hands,”she says absent mindedly.

“These old things,” Eddie asks as he fishes his hand out of hers and turns it over, revealing calloused fingertips and patches of skin along his palm. 

“Mhm,” Y/N hums as she traces along the inside of his palm. Eddie flits his eyes up to look at her face as she continues to focus on her ministrations.

She turns his hand over again and runs her fingers along his and over the back of his hand. He flexes his fingers and the metacarpal bones protrude under the skin. Y/N gasps. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” Y/N breathlessly says as she blinks rapidly. “They just look really nice when you do that too.”

Eddie breathlessly laughs. In a way, it’s cute how something as mundane as his hands are something to be admired by her. 

But in another way, it’s sort of hot for something as seemingly innocent as his hands that are touching her in such an innocent way to be having a not so innocent effect on her.

He wonders if she’d want to be touched by him the same way he so badly wants to touch her. He wonders if she’d want him to make her feel good with just those pretty hands of his she adores.

He saves those ideas for another time, having hope that there will be another time for them to come to fruition.

For now, he’ll do what Y/N is most comfortable with. Even if it means just holding her like this. 

Feeling the warmth of her body against his. Touching her soft hair. Feeling her smooth hands in his rough ones. Admiring her bright innocent eyes sweetly looking up at him. Taking in the fullness of her cheeks, the gleam of her smile, or the curve of her lip.

“You’re so beautiful,” Eddie says, barely above a whisper. The deep timbre of his voice jolting the cells in her body to life. His big, deep brown eyes boring into hers.

Y/N looks at Eddie, and it’s the sort of look that would normally have him rushing in. Without thinking, he could just kiss her. He wants to, so badly. More than he’s ever wanted to kiss a girl before.

But he can’t, not like this anyway. The last thing he wants to do is scare her away. 

He needs Y/N to know she has the upper hand in this scenario. He knows she derives a sense of safety from being in control. And he wants to give that to her before she dives headfirst into the unknown.

And while Y/N knows she feels something, she doesn’t quite understand what it is or trust it enough to actually act on it. The tension and nerves that comes with your first anything makes it difficult for Y/N to even ask. But more than anything, she wants, maybe even needs, Eddie’s guidance right now.

“Y/N,” He says in a sing-song voice.

“Eddie,” Y/N says breathlessly.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Y/N looks at him, silently pleading with just the look in her eyes.

“You’re looking at me… Like you want me to do something.”

Y/N gulps. She feels something, almost like an electricity in the air, and she knows Eddie feels it too.

“Is that what it is?”

“Maybe,” she says in a quiet voice.

Eddie chuckles, the movement of his body vibrating against Y/N’s. He moves her legs from over his and shuffles to better face her, while keeping a gentle hand along the crevice of her bent knee.

“Now, I can’t very well do anything unless I know what it is that you want.”

Y/N breathes in deeply through her nose. She looks back and forth between his eyes.

“Eddie, please,” she whispers.

“Please, what?” He answers softly.

She stares at him tensely, trying to find the words and formulate a way to best convey them. But she comes up with nothing. Nothing that won’t already be hard or embarrassing enough to admit aloud. 

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks gently while pretending to move away.

“No,” she interjects, reaching out for him. Eddie laughs at her reaction.

“Ok, so you want me to keep going?”

Y/N blinks rapidly, “Yes.”

“Okay, how much further should I keep going?”

“E-Eddie,” Y/N pleads.

“It’s ok Y/N, you can say it.”

Y/N looks away. She doesn’t want to have to say it. She’s never had to say it before. It’s hard enough to have these thoughts, let alone vocalize them to another living soul. 

“I can lead the way, but I need to know how far I can go, okay?”

Y/N nods again. She feels heat and a sharp pain in her chest. 

She wishes her first time kissing someone wouldn’t be so nerve-racking. She wishes it would be more smooth. If she had the courage and confidence she could just swoop in and take his breath away. But she can’t.

In Eddie’s mind, he can see how much this is taking out of Y/N. He wants to move forward, make the jump together, but he can tell Y/N isn’t comfortable just yet.  

Eddie slowly places a finger under Y/N’s chin and tilts her head up to face him and slowly yet clearly states, “So I’m going to ask you this one more time Y/N, what is it that you want?”

“I want…” Y/N shakily hesitates.

“Keep going,” Eddie encourages. 

Y/N squeezes her eyes shut, “I want you to…”

“What do you want me to do, Y/N?” Eddie asks. 

And he probably didn’t mean to say it so seductively. It was supposed to be encouraging, but something about the confidence in his voice does something to Y/N. That and the determined sparkle in his eyes completely awakens something in her. 

Y/N raises a hand to cup his cheek, thumb lightly grazing over his bottom lip.

“I want you to… to kiss me.” She blurts out so harshly that all Eddie can do is raise his eyebrows. Y/N quickly adds, “But, I’m afraid.”

“What are you afraid of?” Eddie and Y/N aren’t moving but they can feel the heat of their breaths mere inches away.

“I’m afraid it won’t be good. That I’ll do something wrong,” Y/N whispers and forces herself to hold his gaze.

“What makes you say that,” He asks in concern, but he has an idea of what her answer will be.

“Because… Because I…” Y/N huffs as she moves her chin out his hold and hangs her head down.

“Y/N.”

“Eddie, this is so embarrassing.”

“Hey, I’m not trying to embarrass you, I just need to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours so we can do this right.”

Y/N opens her mouth and takes a full breath in and looks up at Eddie. “I…I’ve never done this before.”

Eddie tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Hey, that’s okay.”

“No it’s not! And I mean, look who I’m telling this to. I just, I know you have a lot of experience so–”

“Wait a sec,” Eddie interrupts her. He looks her square in the eye and asks, “Can I level with you?”

Y/N nods.

“I’ve fooled around my fair share but I’m not doing it all the time.”

Y/N furrows her brows in confusion. “Really?”

“I mean when girls see the whole tattooed guitar player thing they’re all hot and bothered, but when they find out that underneath it all is some super senior who’s a D&D playing freak, they don’t exactly stick around for much longer.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Can’t blame ‘em, but the experience helps at least. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I know what I’m doing, but I’m not exactly an expert.”

“Oh,” Y/N furrows her brows in confusion.

“What?” “I’m just surprised is all. Especially considering how much…”

“How much what?” He asks curiously.

“You know,” Y/N motions with her hand, pointing up and down his body.

“Know what?”

“You-you know?”

“I really don't, Y/N.”

“It’s like…How you’ve got a lot of…”

“A lot of what? Spit it out sweetheart,” Eddie laughs.

“How much, you know… sex appeal you have.”

Eddie's eyes become saucers, “Well that’s the first I’m hearing.”

“How?” Y/N laughs at his reaction. How could he not know this about himself? He carries himself so confidently she thought this was common knowledge, but she’s starting to get the feeling it's news to him just how amazing he is.

Eddie shrugs, “Rest assured sweetheart, you’re safe with me.”

Y/N nods comtemplaitvely.  

“And if you let me take control,” he says as his hand moves up to cup her cheek, “I can take such good care of you,” he whispers as he looks down seductively at her lips.

She bites her lip and looks away. She’s hesitant, but she realizes Eddie means what he says. He can take care of her. He can show her the way. If there was anyone to share this experience with, she would want it to be Eddie.

“Okay,” she breathlessly says as she looks back towards him.

He’s leaning in slightly and without realizing it, so is she. Eddie quirks an eyebrow up and Y/N nods. 

They start to close their eyes and tilt their heads in opposite directions. Eddie lowers his hand to her neck and meets her the rest of the way. He softly presses his lips against hers. They’re so much softer and warmer than she thought they’d be. 

They hold their position like that for a second before Y/N pulls back. She flutters her  eyes open and touches her fingertips to her lips. Eddie, pulls away and slowly opens his own eyes. 

Y/N shakily lets out a breath, slowly touching the pad of her index finger along the landscape of her bottom lip. 

“That was…” Y/N whispers under her breath. 

That was my first kiss. I just had my first kiss! 

“Yeah,” Eddie says breathlessly.

“It was kinda nice, but to be honest, I thought…I thought it would be more… I don’t know, more than just that,” Y/N says as she continues to run her fingers along her lips as she zones out her gaze.

“Well, that’s ‘cause you pulled away before I could really do anything,” Eddie chuckles as he runs his fingers along the denim covering her thigh. 

“Oh!” Y/N zones back in and looks at Eddie. His gaze travels back and forth from her eyes to her lips.

“Can we… try again?” Y/N responds with a meek look on her face. Eddie reminds himself that this is the first time Y/N is doing any of this, so it’s going to take some time and patience. 

Eddie nods and they both lean in. Y/N places her hand along Eddie’s neck for support and it brings shivers down his spine. 

Just as their lips touch, Eddie sharply breathes in and Y/N arches her back. Their lips begin to move. It's slow, but searching, trying to find the right pace. Just as they find that sense of rhythm, Y/N pulls back abruptly. She opens her mouth and breathes shallowly. 

“That was…” her chest heaving as she catches her breath. Eddie sees the daze in her eyes and it makes his darken. Y/N nods, not looking at anything in particular, “Better.” 

He looks down at her and she looks back up at him. They lock eyes for a moment, before hungrily moving to press their lips together again. Eddie presses the side of his chest against Y/N’s. He can feel the movement of her body as she breathes against him. 

Their lips are moving faster now, more aggressively. Y/N’s arching her back more as she twists over to get better access to his body, but she starts to feel a strain.

“Wait,” she pulls back slightly. She looks around and pulls her body back further. “This doesn’t feel right.”

Eddie looks at her in pain. “What?”

“It feels wrong.” Y/N says and Eddie starts getting worried. Was this the wrong move? Does she regret kissing him already? Eddie’s only had a taste and he already can’t get enough.

Eddie’s ready to apologize profusely when Y/N says, “It’s like you see it in the movies, you know. The way they kiss, it’s like…but they're standing, so… I don’t know. And this… It feels like…”

“Y/N, I don’t understand.” 

“It just… It feels awkward to kiss you like this, from this angle. I feel like we need to face each other or something.” 

“Oh,” Eddie sighs in relief. “That, we can fix.”

He runs a hand through his hair and looks around the back of his van. He looks back at her and realizes she’s waiting for him to do something. 

“Is there a certain position you like the most?”

Y/N’s eye’s practically pop out of her skull, “What?”

“I just want to know what would feel best for you.”

“Eddie, I’m barely on level one remember? How am I supposed to know what positions I like?" 

“I don’t know, maybe you secretly like reading dirty magazines between chapters of your textbook.”

Y/N gasps. “What? No! I… I thought those were just for boys.”

He smiles at her and how cute she looks when she’s flustered. “Where do you think we learn all our tricks?”

He winks at her and her eyes look like they’ll bulge out of their sockets. 

“Never mind. Guess that means you’ve probably never seen,” he searches her eyes, “a porno?”

Y/N lets out a closed mouth shriek and hides her head in his chest again. Eddie chuckles and tries to move her up to face him again.

“Eddie, I’m bad at this,” she whines.

“You’re not bad at this. You’re just learning.”

“But when I learn other things, they’re never this hard.”

“Y/N, relax. Remember what I said about giving up control?”

Y/N nods.

“I’m going to ask you to give up some control here, okay. You taught me what I needed to know for chemistry. Now let me teach you how to do this.”

“Eddie, I-”

“Shh. I can see the gears turning in your head. You don’t have to worry. You’re safe with me and I promise to take things as slow as we need to, okay?” 

Y/N nods, reconciling the comfort zone she’s going to make leaps and bounds away from. 

“Okay. Now for starters, you said you want to face each other right?”

“Yeah,” she shyly responds. 

“We have a few options, but I think what might be most comfortable is if you lay down or if you sit in my lap” he says casually, but upon hearing her options makes Y/N feel like she’s going to have a heart attack. 

She blinks rapidly and tries to visualize either option. “I, um…”

“Don’t think about it too much. Just do whatever feels right.”

“I-I don’t know what feels right and, and I can’t stop myself from thinking too much about things.”

“Well for now, just try to turn your brain off okay,” Eddie says. 

In any other situation, Y/N might’ve laughed his remark off, but she’s far too nervous and self-conscious of how she appears to Eddie. 

“We’ll try this, and if you don’t like it we’ll switch to something else. No big deal,” Eddie commands, hidden in the tone of a suggestion. He sits up straight and motions for Y/N to move closer to him.

“Now just, swing your other leg over.”

“Like this?”

“Yeah,” Eddie grunts as he feels the weight of Y/N’s body on his own. Her hips are already applying pressure to his pelvis. 

“Okay,” Eddie says and absent mindedly starts running his palms along the tops of Y/N’s thighs and ends on her hips. She looks down at his hands as he does this and feels a shiver run up her spine.  

“Better,” Eddie asks and Y/N looks up at him, into his big chocolate brown eyes, nodding. They're at the same eye level and Y/N feels like she can see all of him, feel all of him; it’s perfect.

She eagerly grabs his face in her hands and brings it toward her. She hungrily kisses him and it feels like her body is on fire.

She arches her back and Eddie brings an arm around her waist, pressing her chest flush against his. 

Their lips move in sync rapidly. If their kiss before was a slow dance, it’s now become a tango: hot, passionate, and intricate.

Y/N feels a sense of hunger in her bones as she touches every square inch of Eddie that she can. Her fingers roam across his shoulders, along his neck, above the fabric covering his chest, and through his hair. 

She tugs lightly at the roots and he groans, sending vibrations along her own lips. She whimpers as he squeezes her hips and grazes his fingertips along the bare skin of her neck.

His tongue grazes hers as she moves her lips further apart. The taste of him is indescribable but utterly addicting. His mouth is warm against hers. His body blazing heat against her own.

“God, you taste so good,” Y/N moans against his lips. As their mouths move in sync, their bodies move in a slow rhythm. 

Y/N feels like she could see stars. His lips feel so good against hers. Why aren’t they there all the time? Why has it taken her so long to know the glory of a heavenly pair of lips?

Y/N could kiss Eddie for hours if he let her. If they had all the time in the world, Y/N would gladly spend it kissing him. Or if they only had minutes left to spend on earth, Y/N would spend it kissing him. 

His lips are smooth like silk against hers as he slows down the pace to a more languid loving kiss. His touches to her waist become softer and slower, till he fully pulls away, leaving Y/N completely and utterly breathless.

Eddie squeezes her hips and Y/N looks up at him in a daze. Eddie’s eyes are just as glossy, or at least glossy enough to be seen in the dark of the night.

The sounds of their ragged breathing fill the van. Y/N reaches forward to cup Eddie’s cheek.

“Oh, Eddie,” she whines as she leans forward for a quick peck. She brushes the messy hairs by his forehead away. “That was so good. Unbelievably good. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this for so long.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie coos and he runs the fabric of her collar between his thumb and index finger. He smirks at her with wild eyes, “We’re just getting started.”

Y/N gasps with those sweet innocent eyes of hers opened wide.

Eddie leans forward and kisses her again. His open mouth against hers is enough to incite such sinful pleasure. Y/N throws her arms around his neck and pushes her chest against his as she scuttles closer. She presses her full body weight against his, unable to stand an inch of her body not touching his.

Eddie chuckles into their kiss, amused by her neediness. He decides to test the waters and slowly lowers his hands from her waist to her hips, and then to her backside. She doesn’t make a noise or change her motion, so Eddie gives it a light squeeze. She slightly jumps and makes a small squeaking noise. 

Eddie laughs out of the kiss. 

“You like that?” he moans against her skin. He smiles and moves his lips in frantic quick kisses from the corner of her mouth to her jaw. He slowly makes his way to her neck.

Y/N whimpers something incoherent as he squeezes again.

“Yeah,” he mocks her, “my sweet girl likes that?”

Y/N haphazardly whimpers in response, barely capable of much else as his kisses become sloppy along her neck.

He chuckles along her neck, the sound vibrates into her skin. She tilts her head to the side, giving him better access to the soft skin.

He continues to place wet open mouth kisses along her neck, relishing in the sound of her haggard breathing. He finds a certain spot that elicits a small gasp and presses further. He nibbles the spot lightly, making her softly groan. 

With one arm hooked around her waist and the other gently feeling up the division of her denim waist and blouse, he gently squeezes her flesh. He gently snakes the hand up her stomach and between her chest up to her neck, cradling her jaw in his hand. 

He hums, “You're doing so well, Y/N” into her neck. She tilts her head back and moans. Her hands reach forward and find his coarse hair. She tugs on it and weaves her way through the roots, massaging close to his scalp. 

“Keep doing that,” he utters and it gives Y/N the idea that maybe she should be more vocal, actually telling him what it is that she likes. 

But when his sloppy kisses start migrating south her brain begins to short circuit even more than it already has. She didn’t realize this would become part of the routine. 

And as Eddie shows her every new step in their little dance, her body instinctively reacts in a way that shows she enjoys it. She’s so focused on the feeling she doesn’t even think to verbalize it.

For what feels like the first time ever, or maybe just in a long time, Y/N is in her body more than she is in her brain. 

Somewhere along the way Eddie turned her brain off for her. There’s no room for thinking, just feeling. Just pleasure.

Now it’s just nerve endings and hormones and electric little pulses floating through her cells. It’s heaven. 

Eddie fingers the gold necklace draped across her collarbones as his kisses reach the base of her throat. 

“So pretty,” he mutters as pulls the ends of her collar outward. He places quick kisses into the V of her blouse where the buttons of her shirt begin. 

He moves his head up and connects his lips to hers. As they lazily kiss, his fingers begin to nimbly unbutton her blouse. 

Y/N is so drunk in the feeling of his kiss she doesn’t even notice at first until several buttons have come undone and the layer of fabric no longer covers a sliver of her skin. 

She pulls away and slowly looks down. Her shirt is still tucked in, but the exposed buttons have all been undone, leaving a triangle of skin open and exposed. The center of her white bra can be seen, but the fabric of her blouse still covers the cups. 

“Can I,” Eddie peers up at her, big brown eyes so full of love and light. His fingers are already running along the strips of fabric, awaiting her approval. 

Normally she would feel self conscious about revealing herself this way to him. She’s never revealed this much of herself to anyone before. But maybe it’s the dopamine running in her veins or some sort of spell Eddie’s cast on her, because the worry dissipates and she simply nods.

“Yeah,” she says breathlessly with a smile. 

Eddie meant to be more smooth, a bit more suave about it, but he can’t help the desperate urges overcoming him. He’s been wanting to rip this blouse off her the moment she first got in the car earlier today. 

He urgently moves the fabric to the sides and reveals the cups of her white lacy bra. He inhaled sharply at the site. He briefly looks up at her then back down at her chest. 

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers. He moves the fabric even more to expose her shoulders. He kisses along the newly exposed skin, breathing in her rose scented soap and honey sweet perfume. It’s the most intoxicating thing to ever enter his system.

He kisses across the landscape of her shoulders and collarbones the stray hairs framing his face tickling her skin. His fingers resting along the fabric above her ribcage. Y/N arches her back and flips her hair over her shoulder.

As Eddie’s kisses linger along the top of her chest, just above her gold cross necklace, she makes a hmph noise.

Eddie looks up at her peering through those short curly lashes. She leans forward and places soft kisses on each of his closed eyelids. 

She pouts at him and presses her hands spread out along his chest to gently push him backward.  

“Don’t pout sweetheart,” Eddie whines as he hooks a finger around her chin and runs his thumb along her bottom lip. 

“Want more,” Y/N whines as she presses her body against his. She closes her eyes and brings his lips to hers. His lips are her new favorite place on earth. 

Eddie chuckles against her mouth, “Want more what, princess? Use your words.”

“Kisses,” she mutters between kisses. “Like this.” Relishing in the warmth and pleasure his mouth is giving hers. 

Eddie smiles into their kiss, Amused and elated at how Y/N is enjoying this so much. For a girl who usually has so many thoughts and words to say, it’s humorous how little she says now. 

“Feeling good,” Eddie asks.

“Mhm,” Y/N hums into his mouth. They continue to kiss like that for a while. Y/N will tug on his hair a few times or feel around the expense of his chest. Meanwhile Eddie will run his hands along her thighs, squeeze her behind, or wrap tightly around her waist. 

When the heat in the van starts getting heavy, Eddie pulls his arms away and starts peeling off his shirt. Y/N doesn’t even notice until he pulls away from their kiss to remove the top over his head. 

Y/N drunkenly looks down at his bare torso. His creamy skin is visible in the dark of the night, much like the light of the full moon. She slowly traces her fingertips along the ink of his chest. 

She hums as she works across his skin, “So pretty.”

Eddie chuckles, slightly amused by the comment, having never been called pretty before. 

Y/N leans forward and presses light kisses along his tattoos. She lets her kisses travel up to his neck and his fingers dance along her waist. She lets her kisses get sloppy. Placing slower open mouthed kisses along his neck. Eddie hums at how nice her lips feel along his neck. 

It’s just like heaven.

Just when Eddie thinks she might begin to start sucking or even nibbling along the skin, she pulls away. She looks down at her own top and begins pulling it out of its place tucked into her jeans. She unbuttons the remaining buttons and shrugs it off.

“It’s getting kind of hot in here,” she says casually. 

“Yeah,” Eddie mutters as his eyes are glued to Y/N’s bare skin. “Real hot.”

He licks his lips and before he can go to town, he takes a beat and looks at her. “You feeling okay?”

She nods gleefully. She was feeling a bit shy about taking her top off before, but once Eddie took his off and she wanted nothing more than to commit the feeling of his body to memory, she realized she wanted to give Eddie the chance to do the same for her.

“Want” she moans as she kisses along his collarbone, running her hand along the sides of his abdomen. “To feel you too.”

She pulls away and moves upward, back at level with his face. She grabs it and pulls it forward as she crashes her lips onto his. As their kiss deepens, she feels around for Eddie’s hands. She grabs them and inches their way over to the sides of her bare waist. 

She lightly gasps as the feeling of his rough calloused hands and metal rings along her soft skin. Eddie pulls away and opens his eyes. He looks down at the sight of his warm hands on her cold skin. He squeezes her flesh slightly before peering up at her.

“Is this okay?”

“More than okay,” she pants as she resumes their kiss. Eddie slowly explores the new territory of skin. With his eyes closed and concentration focused on his bodily sensations, he revels in the feeling of her sweet lips on his or the soft flesh of her stomach.

As his hands work their way higher, Y/N continues to feel around Eddie’s chest and torso. She squeezes her hands along the varying pockets of flesh and muscle she finds across his arms and pectorals and abdomen.

Eddie softly pulls away from her addicting lips and lazily opens his eyes, shallowly breathing. 

Y/N opens her own eyes, landing on the harsh rise and fall of his chest.

As good as it was to feel her, he wants to be able to see her when he does this. To have all five senses come together to appreciate her body. 

His hands continue their slow descent upward.

“Eddie, what’s wro–” Y/N starts, sharply cut off as Eddie’s hand cups her breast. Her eyes shoot up at him, but he’s lost in a lustful daze, eye’s locked on her chest.

“Goddamn,” he whispers under his breath. He squeezes gently and begins kneading the soft flesh. 

Y/N lightly moans with shut eyes as she throws her head back. 

Eddie comes back to reality and looks at her in concern, trying not to get distracted by the silky skin of her bare neck on display or her soft lashes fallen upon her bright cheeks.

He’s frozen, about to ask if she’s ok when Y/N whispers, “Don’t stop.”

A devilish gleam crosses his features and his confidence comes back full force, deriving pleasure in discovering just what makes Y/N tick.

He continues the movements and uses his other hand to begin imitating them on the other breast. 

Y/N lets out a loud hearty moan, head still thrown back. 

Eddie leans forward and brings his lips to her neck. He places rushed kisses before moving up to her earlobe, whispering, “Yeah? Does it feel good when I touch you like that?”

Y/N whimpers and sinks her fingernails into the blazing skin of his shoulder. 

Eddie lets out a small laugh, “I know baby, feels so good.”

He nibbles lightly on her earlobe and her hands migrate upward. One hand cradles the back of his head, fingers combed through the roots of his hair and the other delicately splayed across his throat.

“Wanna hear you say it.”

“Hm?”

“Tell me, how good it feels.”

“I-it feels,” she breathes sharply when his lips move down her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. “So good. F-feels so good Eddie.”

He groans upon hearing her call his name. 

“That’s it baby,” he whispers between kisses crawling down her chest, “such a good girl for me.”

Y/N whimpers and hooks an arm around him, pulling him closer.

“You like when I call you that,” he whines, lips pressed against the skin above the cup of her bra.

“Mhm.”

“You’re such a good girl Y/N. My good girl.”

“Eddie,” Y/N gasps as Eddie sucks on the skin of the spot he’s been working. One hand massaging the other breast and the other hand working its way to squeeze her behind. 

Y/N begins squirming in an overwhelming state of all the different sensations Eddie is giving her. His hair tickles the sensitive skin of her neck. His nose brushes against her warm chest. His lips enclosed above one full breast and hand on the other. 

Her squirming leads her to unintentionally grind on his hips. Eddie's hand on her hip guides her erratic movements to a more calculated back and forth motion. 

Y/N’s eyes shoot wide open as she gasps, “Eddie.”

On a particularly sharp motion, a wave of heat and pleasure hits her, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. 

“Oh my god,” she whines. Eddie looks up briefly and fawns at the site of her closed eyelids and her swollen lips slightly ajar. 

He grunts and abandons his slowly growing collection of marks on her chest to reach for her lips.

He kisses her and she moans into his mouth. She continues to whine and whimper as he kisses her silly. He guides her moving hips along his and she begins to feel a hardened object increasing the pressure. 

Occasionally his hips buck up into hers, increasing the delicious feeling of friction.

Y/N hooks both arms around his neck and presses all of her bare skin against his. She fingers along his necklace and hums at the feeling of his body against hers. His kiss has her insides feeling warm and gooey.

“Eddie,” she cries out on another particularly hard motion. “Oh, Y/N, you’re so cute when you cry out for me,” Eddie says as he briefly pulls away. Y/N’s harsh breathing hot against his face. 

He resumes the kiss and guiding motions as Y/N tugs on the roots of his hair. The warmth of his mouth a welcomed refuge for hers.

Now, Y/N doesn’t smoke and hardly ever drinks, but she thinks her new drug of choice just might be Eddie Munson. Never in a million years did she ever think she could get addicted to the feeling of someone’s lips on hers, or the taste of Eddie Munson. 

“Goddamn it, Y/N,” Eddie grunts. 

“Tell me about it,” Y/N whispers hotly.

“If you keep moving like that you’re gonna make me cum, princess,” Eddie teasingly whispers between kisses.

Y/N, confused by his words, but still stuck in the drunken stupor of his kiss, hums, “Huh?”

“I said if you keep moving like that, you’re gonna make me come.” Eddie chuckles as he rubs his hands along the back pockets of Y/N’s jeans.

“Why? Where would you even go?”

Eddie pulls away, “What?”

They both stop their motions and look blankly at one another, minds starting to clear.

“You said you were going to come, but where would you even go? And what does that have to do with the way I’m moving?”

Eddie scrunches his face and cocks his head to the side before the realization hits him. “Y/N, do you know what cumming is?” 

Y/N scrunches her eyebrows. 

“Cum, like c-u-m?”

Of course she knows what coming is, but she has no idea what cumming is. Cum? What the hell is that? Why doesn’t she know what that is? He asks her like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. And then it dawns on her, whatever this cum thing is, it's the dirty little secret that everybody’s in on but her. 

“Have you ever masturbated before?”

Y/N eyes widen to the size of golfballs. 

“It’s ok if you haven’t.”

Y/N hasn’t said a word, but this “talk” has already made her dizzy.

“Eddie,” she says faintly as she anchors herself with a hand flat against his chest.

“We’re gonna have to take this a bit slower than I thought, aren’t we,” Eddie asks, eyes searching hers as he drags his fingertips along the base of her spine.

Y/N whines with a look of exasperation, “No”. She looks away and drags her fingertips along his shoulder.

“It’s okay Y/N, I don’t mind.” 

Y/N side eyes him and sighs, “Eddie”.

“What is it?” Eddie turns her frown filled face to look at him.

Y/N looks down then turns her eyes up, “This is just…You know how I said I know a lot about a lot of things? Well this isn’t one of them. And I hate…I hate not knowing.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie cups her cheek, “I don’t expect you to know everything.”

“But I know nothing! It’s embarrassing! It’s like everyone knows about this stuff but me” Y/N throws her hands up in frustration.

“Hey, hey listen to me,” Eddie kindly says as he cups his hands along her cheeks. “I know how you feel.”

She looks into his eyes and sees a sense of vulnerability that he doesn’t often show.

“And I don’t care that you don’t know. It doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

Y/N brings her hands to cover Eddie’s and drops the weight of her face into them. She breathes in and closes her eyes.

“Whatever you want to know, I can show you the way. Just like you did for me, okay?”

Y/N tugs the guitar pick on Eddie’s necklace to pull him forward and passionately kisses him. Somehow garnering all the love and admiration she has for him in this one profound kiss.

Everything she can’t say comes out in this one simple action. And it surprises her to discover how easy and satisfying it is. That there are some things in this life that cannot be shown by words or thoughts but with actions. 

And if by some sort of telepathy, Eddie reads Y/N’s actions loud and clear. The way she holds onto his body tightly lets him know just how safe and comfortable she feels with him. And the way her lips move passionately with his lets him know just how strong her feelings are for him. Even if she can’t say it, he can feel it.

But he wants to feel more or at least a different side. He slows down their kiss before pulling away. 

“Hold on, I want to try something,” he says as he nudges the side of her leg.

Y/N climbs off of him and sits breathlessly against the wall of the van. 

Eddie scans around the van for a bit before turning to look at Y/N, “Here, lay back.”

Y/N cocks an eyebrow and Eddie gestures. Y/N shuffles over and lays down on the middle of the van floor.

Eddie moves over to hover above her, one hand on either side of her head. His long locks of wavy hair and necklaces floating above Y/N’s face. 

She wastes no time pulling him down to kiss her. The warmth and weight of his body on top of hers is a whole new sensation she didn’t realize would feel so good.

“Eddie,” she whispers between kisses. “You feel… feel so good.”

Eddie smirks across her lips before deepening the kiss. As Y/N moans and whines into the kiss, he knows he’s doing his job well.

As their lips connect, his hand joins her flesh at the soft dip of her waist. But again, he wants more. Not too much. Not more in a way that will scare her. But to feel just a little bit more of her.

His hands move over to the waistline of her denim pants. He slowly begins fumbling with his right hand, undoing the button of her jeans. He lowers the zipper and the sound catches Y/N’s attention.

“Eddie, what are you–” Y/N asks as Eddie pulls away from her. He backs away and she props herself on her elbows. She looks at him, positioned near her feet, taking off his own pants.

Her breath is caught in her throat. Surely this was an inevitable next step, but in the moment it’s taking her by surprise. Initially, she doesn’t think she wants it or that she’s ready for it, but then Eddie says something that unknowingly changes her mind.

“We have too many clothes on.”

Y/N’s eyes zero in on Eddie’s now revealed legs. The pale skin bright against his dark checkered boxers hidden in the shadows on the night. 

This is a new side to Eddie Y/N never thought she’d see. She thought she wanted to touch every inch of Eddie’s skin before, but now, she wants to be permanently fused to him. He’s so gorgeous. She had no idea he could look like this underneath it all. 

And seeing him in this way makes her want to be seen by him in a similar manner. So she helps him take off her jeans till she’s left in nothing but her white bra, light pink cotton panties, and white socks.

“Would it be okay if I… stay like this,” Y/N shyly asks Eddie as he resumes his position above her.

“Of course, sweetheart.” 

Eddie resumes their kiss. Y/N feels along his arms and his torso Her fingers drag along his ribs and waist. They move along his chest and find their way hooked around his neck. 

His hair acts like a curtain surrounding their heads. His guitar pick necklace drapes down and gently kisses the skin of her neck. 

Eddie’s hot skin warms up Y/N’s. The heat is a welcomed fire of passion and satisfaction Y/N never knew she’d yearned to feel.

Eddie feels along Y/N’s arms and torso, spending a good amount of time massaging her breasts from this newfound angle. He even resumes his masterpiece from before, creating a mosaic of marks along her chest he knows she will easily be able to hide underneath her shirt. 

But the gift still stands, a physical reminder of the night they shared together.

When Eddie goes back to kissing Y/N, he takes a hand and places it along Y/N’s leg. He reaches behind her knee and hikes her leg up. Without even having to guide her, Y/N instinctively wraps her leg around Eddie’s waist, pulling him closer to her. 

“I love the way you feel… The weight of your body… on mine… I can’t get enough,” Y/N whispers between kisses. Her first introduction to sinful pleasure taught by the infamous Eddie, “The Freak”, Munson.

All Eddie can do is groan into her mouth. The feeling is unnervingly mutual. Eddie’s never experienced this kind of pleasure before and he fears it may just be addicting too. He doesn’t want this night to ever end. 

After making out for god knows how long, Y/N pulls away, asking for air. Eddie moves away from her and proceeds to lay down next to her. 

He turns on his side and admires Y/N’s profile. Her full chest rising and falling with the deepness of her breath. Her lips swollen from their kiss. He brings a finger to his own lips, relishing in the feeling of their own swolleness. 

Eddie drapes an arm over Y/N’s stomach and brings a leg between hers. Y/N turns her head to look at Eddie.

“My lips feel all tingly.”

Eddie laughs, “Really?”

“Yeah, is that supposed to happen?”

“Uh, not really.”

Y/N’s eyes widen in alarm. “I mean, some people get like that but I usually don’t.”

“Oh,” Y/N nods. She turns on her side to face Eddie. She shuffles closer and intertwines her legs with Eddie’s. She presses a soft kiss to his chest and replaces her lips with her hand.

She smiles blissfully and looks up at Eddie, “Oh my god Eddie, that was incredible.”

Eddie lightly touches her hair with the back of his finger and moves it down along her jaw. He smiles down at her but its not just in his lips. It’s a full body smile. All of him smiling at all of her.

“Told you good things happen when you’re not in control.”

Y/N sighs in content. “I see why people constantly talk about this. We barely stopped but I’m already thinking about when we’ll do it again.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I kind of want to do this all the time now. It was so much fun.”

Eddie tries to hide his disbelief, but he feels like he’s dreaming. He thought surely she might have regretted it, but she’s far from it and he’s so grateful for it.

He squeezes the hand that’s resting on her waist just to make sure he’s not dreaming. That it’s possible for a girl like her to feel this way about a boy like him.

Y/N admires his face and smiles at him. She brings a hand up and delicately brushes away some of his hair. She moves it over his shoulder and combs through his bangs. 

“You’re such a beautiful boy,” she hums absentmindedly as she traces the edges of his face with the back of her finger.

Eddie’s nose scrunches as he smiles back at her.

“What?”

“I’ve never been called that before.”

“Oh.”

“I kinda like it though. But not as much as I like calling you my beautiful girl.”

Eddie cups Y/N’s cheek and presses a light kiss to her lips. 

“You make me so goddamn happy Y/N. Seriously, you have no idea.”

Y/N smiles because she does. Without even realizing it, Eddie has grown to make her happy too. She feels like she can fly. Like there’s a light inside her that only Eddie can turn on and she never wants that light to go out again. 

“You make me happy too, Eddie.”

Eddie’s features brighten like a kid opening presents on Christmas Day.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“So you’re saying you’re not even sick of me yet,” Eddie asks in a playful tone.

Y/N scrunches her eyebrows together and smiles, “What? No, of course I’m not.”

“Would you like to be,” he asks with a grin on his lips and a gleam in his eye. 

“Oh,”Y/N whispers, lips in the shape of an “O”. 

Eddie’s making an offer. An offer she wishes she couldn’t refuse. But she knows the alternative, it’s been seared in her brain for years. 

After the moment they just shared, Y/N would rather not bring that to the forefront. It’s better that it stays tucked away in the back of her mind for now.

“If I could, I would,” she smiles up at him.

Eddie’s still smiling but his eyes turn down. “You know, you do a damn good job driving me crazy.”

Y/N eyebrows shoot up, “What? Me?”

“Yes, you,” Eddie boops her nose. Y/N giggles and leans into his touch. 

Eddie wraps an arm around her and presses her closer to him. To have Y/N in his arms like this feels like pure bliss. A feeling he never thought he knew till now. 

And for the first time in Y/N’s life, she’s not worried about what comes next. There’s no need or urge to plan for the next moment. All that matters is her and Eddie here in the back of his van. That’s all she needs to be happy. Nothing else matters but this present moment.

And Eddie feels the same way. He can feel his heart pumping wildly in his chest and his skin beaming with adoration at all the spots Y/N’s connected to him. 

He can’t even begin to explain how alive she makes him feel, so he lets his body do the talking and lazily kisses her. 

Both Eddie and Y/N are in a blissful state of sweet disarray. Between their entangled limbs and slow languorous kissing, they could stay like this till the end of time.

When Eddie pulls away to catch his breath, he lovingly looks at Y/N who’s smile has never been bigger. 

“I never want this to stop.”

“Me either.”

And just like that, Eddie and Y/N lay there, committing the feeling of the other's bodies to memory. They don’t say a word. The only sound to be heard is their soft breathing.

They could almost fall asleep that way, till a certain thought enters Eddie’s mind.

“Hey, I think it stopped raining,” Eddie says as he lazily draws shapes over her skin. 

“It stopped raining?” Y/N smiles as props herself up on her elbow and looks out the window. They’re foggy but no sound of raindrops can be heard.

“Oh yeah, it looks like it did,” she smiles. “How long do you think we’ve been here?”

“I have no idea,” Eddie says as he smiles at her. He props himself in his elbows and leans over to press a kiss on her shoulder. 

“Wait, what time is it,” Y/N asks in concern. 

Eddie looks at her and sees the smile fall from her face. Her stomach drops, like she just went on the tallest rollercoaster in the world. 

“Eddie, what time is it?” She asks in alarm, heart racing and palms beginning to sweat.

Eddie pats around the floor, looking for his watch while Y/N does the same. She finds hers before him and tries to read the watch face but it’s too dark. 

“It’s 9:52,” Eddie announces disappointedly.

“9:52?” Y/N yelps. “Oh my god! Eddie! How long do you think it’ll take to get me back home?”

“I don’t know, maybe 20-30 minutes.”

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god.” 

She searches around for her shirt and rapidly puts it on, fumbling with the buttons. 

“Eddie oh my god my parents are gonna kill me. We need to go now.”

Eddie scrambles to dress himself and climbs forward to the front seat. 

Y/N puts on the rest of her clothes and clutches her backpack as she climbs forward with him. 

Eddie frantically shoves his key in the ignition and starts the car. He checks his surroundings before pulling out and heading toward the main road. 

Y/N has her head in her hands muttering obscenities. For a brief moment, she looks out the window, onto the wet road before them.

“It’s ok, Y/N we’re gonna make it back. It’s only a few minutes past curfew right?” Eddie says trying to lighten the mood and reassure her things will be ok.

“Eddie, my parents are gonna freak. I’ve never been out past curfew before,” Y/N whines. 

Eddie doesn’t know what to say. He can’t fathom the sort of reaction her parents will have. Wayne would never get mad at him for something like this.

“Hey, it’s only your first offense right,” Eddie nervously chuckles.

“Eddie!”

“I’m just saying, you could blame it on the rain or something. They’ll understand.”

“Eddie, that’s a sweet thought but I can assure you I’m gonna get in so much trouble it’s not even funny.”

Eddie looks over at her and sees her hands fumbling with the zippers on her backpack she clutches tightly to her chest. Her right leg is shaking profusely. Her chest rises and falls with the shallowness of her breath. He’s never seen someone so panicked before. 

“Hey, whatever happens Y/N, I’ll be with you,” he says gently.

She looks over at him, mid biting her lip. She blinks and looks back at the road. 

What are her parents going to say? What is she going to say? What logical excuse could she possibly make up? What’s going to happen now? 

As long as her parents don’t find out she was out with Eddie she might just be in the clear. Maybe she can blame it on the storm. Maybe she can blame it on car troubles. Maybe things will all work out.

“Just… when you take me to my house. Just go straight home after. As long as my parents don’t see you, I think we’ll be ok. I can call you later and we can pick up the pieces from there.”

“Yeah, okay, we can do that,” Eddie smiles, hopeful at the sound of her idea. He gives her his number and she writes it down on a folded up piece of paper at the bottom of her bag. 

For a moment, he feels slightly insulted at the fact that Y/N has to hide him like this. But, he convinces himself that she isn’t trying to hide him, per se, but hide the fact that she was out with a boy. That she would be behaving like this if he were Steve Harrington or Jason Carver.

In the meantime, Y/N wills herself to have a little faith, like Eddie said. She tries to hope for the best but ends up wallowing at the situation she’s in.

Wouldn’t it be nice if she had normal parents that weren’t so strict? Wouldn’t it be nice if she were older, then it wouldn’t matter what her parents thought? Wouldn’t it be nice if she and Eddie could just be together, with nothing standing in their way?

Eddie reaches for her hand and squeezes it tightly. 

“Hey,” he calls out to her. 

She looks over at him meekly.

He wants to say that everything will be okay, but he knows he can’t promise that. He’s seen shit hit the fan before so he’s no stranger to an unhappy ending. 

But the look on her face absolutely breaks his heart. It hurts to see the weight of the pressure she’s under. 

“You deserve to be happy, even if no one else thinks so.”

The corner of Y/N’s mouth quirks up slightly. She wasn’t expecting him to say that. It’s nice to hear. Even though it’s not like her parents don’t want her to be happy, that's sort of how it feels right now. It makes her wonder if he’s ever felt like no one else thought he deserved to be happy.

“I want you to be happy too Eddie.”

“Maybe after tonight we can try to make that happen.”

Y/N nods. She doesn’t know how far they’ll get, but she wants to at least try.

At least she thinks she does until Eddie pulls up to her house at 10:27 and Y/N sees a figure waiting on the porch.

“Is that my mom?” She wonders aloud.  

Eddie parks the car and looks at her cautiously. Y/N looks him in the eyes, pleading for some force of the universe to interject and stop this from happening.

She unbuckles her seatbelt and opens the door. Her mom is now charging towards her. She barely has enough time to get out of the car when her mom approaches.

“Y/N where have you been? Your father and I have been worried sick,” her mom says with alarm as she grabs her and hugs her tight.

“We tried calling Michelle’s house but no one answered. Why didn’t you get home sooner?”

“Sorry mom, we got caught up in the rain.”

Her mom opens her eyes as she pulls away and makes direct eye contact with Eddie. “Y/N who is this?”

Y/N looks over her shoulder at Eddie who is looking at her with wide eyes then back at her mom. He offers a nervous smile before leaning over and extending his hand outward.

“Hi, um, Mrs. Y/L/N I’m Eddie… Eddie Munson.”

Out of politeness she hesitantly shakes his hand, “Hello.”

Y/N winces. 

“Where’s Michelle? And what are you doing out with this boy?”

Y/N looks down. 

“Y/N, answer me.”

“I… we…,” Y/N chokes out. Even Eddie is stunned into silence, practically pleading the fifth in fear of saying the wrong thing.

“Were you out with this young man instead?”

She looks up at her mom with radio silence. 

“I see…Let’s talk about this inside. Eddie, I think you’d better go home now.”

Her mom wraps her arm around Y/N’s shoulders and closes the door to the van before guiding her up the walkway. Y/N turns over her shoulder once, just to get one last look at Eddie, but it’s too dark so all she sees is the outline of his hair.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Her mom chastises as she firmly guides her inside She closes the door and calls out her dad’s name. He answers from the living room and walks over to them.

Y/N is already bracing herself, preparing for battle. 

“Do you want to know where your daughter’s been all night?”

“Mom, I was only out a few minutes past curfew,” Y/N whines.

“A few minutes? Y/N, a few minutes can be the difference between life or death.”

“Your mother’s right. We were this close to calling the cops.”

Y/N sighs in frustration. How does being fifteen minutes late warrant calling a search party? It’s Saturday night. Most other people her age are out partying till the break of dawn.

“Enough with the attitude, young lady. We were worried sick. It’s not safe to be out at this time of night.”

“Not to mention, you lied to us and disobeyed our rules.”

Y/N’s shoulders slump as she looks down at the floor.

Her dad looks at her mother in confusion.

“Do you want to tell your father what sight you welcomed me with earlier or should I?” Her mom asks.

Y/N looks up meekly at her mom, lip threatening to quiver.

“Your daughter was out with a boy.”

Y/N’s father’s eyes widen in surprise as he looks over at Y/N, avoiding his gaze. 

“Some boy named Eddie Munson who looks like he came straight out of those MTV videos you and your sister are so crazy about.”

Y/N bites her lip.

“He had crazy hair and tattoos for God’s sake! What kind of parent in their right mind lets their child ruin the perfectly good body God created for them with a tattoo?”

“Y/N is this true?” Her father asks. She can barely look him in the eye without wanting to tear up.

Her body is frozen in shock. Her heart practically palpitating since the moment she walked through the door.

“Y/N, you know dating isn’t allowed till you graduate,” Her father sternly lectures.

“You don’t need any distractions right now. You know school is supposed to be your number one priority.” Her mom adds.

Y/N nods, still not looking at either one of them. The tension in her chest grows, making it almost difficult to breathe.

“I mean, what were you thinking? We raised you better than this. What on earth would possess you to go out with some lowlife. And to lie about it? What has gotten into you?”

For a moment, Y/N briefly looks up. She can’t stand to see the most hurt and disappointed look on her parents face. 

“Well, don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” Her father roars.

“I’m–I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I bet you’re sorry now. Sorry you got caught.”

Y/N frowns and looks away.

“What’s the matter with you, Y/N? You never used to lie or sneak behind our backs before. What’s next? Are you doing drugs and having sex too?”

“Oh my god!” Y/N shrieks. “No! I went out with a boy just once. I-I get good grades, I don’t do drugs, and I’m definitely not having sex. I just wanted to go out with a boy, just once.”

“Well consider it your first and last time,” Her dad says as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Your mother’s right. You’re supposed to be focusing on school, not getting distracted by some loser who’s barely gonna make it out of high school, let alone go to college.”

Y/N gulps. She supposes it wouldn’t be the best time to let them know it’s his third time doing senior year.

And that’s the thing. Her parents don’t know Eddie like she does. All they see is tattoos and trouble. He looks tough on the outside, but underneath it all is a boy with a heart of gold. But she knows there’s nothing she can say or do to convince them otherwise.

“We raised you better than this. You know that boys come and go but your education is the one thing you can rely on.”

Y/N frowns. She went out on one, date, if you can even call it that. Her parents are acting like she’s going to drop out of school for him. 

“I expected more from you. We never have to worry about this stuff with you. With your sister, maybe, but never with you. What’s gotten into you?”

“He was just… just a friend from school,” Y/N weakly defends. 

“A friend? Do you really expect us to believe that?”

Y/N frowns.

“What you did tonight was idoitic and irresponsible. We thought you were smarter than this.”

Y/N winces, biting her lip even harder to prevent the dam of tears from breaking loose.

“What did you think was going to happen Y/N,” her dad asks. “Did you think anything was really going to happen with this boy? Even if we did let you date him, what would happen when the school year is over? Do you think you’ll make it long distance when you go off to college? No one ever ends up with their high school sweetheart. The two of you would have broken up sooner or later. We’re just trying to save you the trouble.”

Hot liquid tears begin falling out of Y/N’s eyes without warning. She squeezes them shut as if that will prevent any more from falling out.

She knows the stakes of a successful relationship with Eddie are incredibly low. That’s why she’s tried not to have so much hope. She knows the reality of their situation. 

And yet, before she got home, she had so much fun with Eddie that for the first time in her life she let herself have hope. She doesn’t need to beat the odds, but all she needed was a sliver of hope that falling for someone was okay regardless of the ending.

But now, that sliver of hope has been shred into tiny insignificant irrecoverable pieces. 

“Relationships in high school don’t mean anything. They hardly ever do. And most times, boys only ever want one thing. They’ll say anything they can to get it from you, but you have to be careful. You can’t give it to them. It’d be the most dangerous thing you can do.”

Y/N caught on to their metaphor at first. She’s heard them repeat their warning mantra of “Boys only want one thing” time and time again. But this time, they sort of lose her by the end of their spiel.

She knows sex is a bad thing. And she knows she's not in a safe space to explore it just yet. She can deal with that for now. But to insinuate that that was all Eddie wanted from her hurts. Even though she knows it isn’t true. 

“And boys are just a distraction. Once you’ve graduated, maybe gotten your degree, then it’s worthwhile to start thinking about that stuff. You can always have fun when you’re older.”

“What?”

“You are never to see that boy again Y/N!”

“What? That’s not fair.”

“I don’t care. Life isn’t fair.”

“But-but–”

“No more buts. You have to live with the consequences of your actions Y/N. That’s just the way it is.”

Y/N claps a hand over her mouth and starts sobbing to which her parents briefly look at each other in alarm before emphasizing their stance.

“You know the rules. No boys, no dating, none of that. You are to focus on school and getting into college. That’s all we ask of you.”

Y/N’s been doing that all her life. What’s so wrong with wanting just a little more?

“We are very disappointed in you, Y/N. You lied to us. You disobeyed us. You had us worried something terrible might have happened to you by missing curfew.”

“I–I’m sorry,” Y/N chokes out.

“You can say goodbye to going out for a month. And when that month is over, your new curfew will be till sunset. No staying out after dark, even on weekends.”

“No,” Y/N quietly chokes.

“You can say goodbye to Eddie and spending time with your friends for the foreseeable future.”

“Why?”

“Because we said so. Maybe when you show a little respect, then we can revisit these terms.”

Y/N squeezes her eyes shut, trying to block out the searing pain in her eyes and head.

“Do you understand Y/N?”

She doesn’t initially respond, still processing the pain of her parent’s words.

“We said, do you understand?”

“Yes,” Y/N yells before running up the stairs, choking on her breath as she makes it to the top. She marches into the bathroom and locks the door behind her.

She turns on the shower and angrily tears off her clothes. She wipes away her makeup and trudges into the shower. She screams under the waterfall of blistering hot water. 

She finally lets all the pain and tension and anxiety go in the form of angry tears. She sobs and cries it all out. She haphazardly washes her hair as she chokes out screams and cries under the witness of the showerhead.

She sniffles and squeezes her eyes shut as tears flow down her cheeks like the stream of water showering above her. She full body sobs, letting the loofah follow the pattern of her bodily movements.

She continues to cry with every atom in her body as she steeps in the anger of her flesh. 

What’s wrong with her? What’s wrong with her parents? What’s wrong with falling for someone? 

If she made it before curfew, would she have gotten away with it? If she had, what would have happened then? Would it have been like her father said? Maybe they would go on a few more dates, maybe even become boyfriend and girlfriend. But when it would come time for her to go off to college, what would happen then? Maybe they would have inevitably broken up. Would the heartbreak really have been worth it?

She doesn't know. She never wants to be heart broken. She never wants to know that pain. But isn’t that life? For every moment of pain, we have another one of felicity too? 

Even if she never spent another waking moment without Eddie, she can surely say this has been one of the best weeks of her life. She’s glad it happened, well up until the part she got caught. 

She doesn’t know what’s going to happen next, but she has the feeling she’ll always have a burning curiosity of what could have happened. And deep down inside, she knows that if something could have happened, it would be a privilege to have her heart broken by Eddie Munson.

But that’s far from the realm of possibilities now. She won’t be able to see him again except at school. But even then, it’s not enough. Not after all they’ve been through.

It doesn’t help that Eddie isn’t exactly the vision of the ideal boyfriend in the eyes of her parents. Not that it should matter, but Y/N can’t help but feel a sense of defeat at the fact that she disappointed her parents this way.

All she’s ever wanted was to be the perfect daughter for them and the one time she wasn’t, it was the end of the world. Like every good thing she had ever done was overshadowed by this one insignificant moment.

All those feelings of guilt and shame come crawling back, penetrating deep within their homes in every cell in Y/N’s body.

When Y/N’s body grows tired of crying, she slowly turns off the water. She dries off and drifts into her bedroom. She mindlessly puts on warm pajamas and brushes her hair. 

She supposes she should call Eddie. Tell him the news of their fate. Even though her world has come crashing down, it would make her feel better to hear his voice.

“Hello,” Eddie says with worry into the receiver.

“Eddie,” Y/N asks.

“Y/N? Yeah, it’s me.” He replies with relief.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier.”

“It’s ok. How’d it go sweetheart?”

“Not-Not well,” Y/N sniffles. A few quiet sobs escape her lips. She laughs for a moment at the irony of how she thought she had no tears left to cry.

“Oh no, what happened baby?”

“My mom. Sh-she knows. So does my dad”

“They do? What did they say?”

“Eddie I-I don’t think I can do this.” Y/N sniffles.

“What?” Eddie asks, voice shaking.

“I’m–I can’t handle the pressure. It’s too much.”

“What happened, sweetheart? You know you can tell me right?” 

“Eddie I-I tried to be the perfect daughter. A-and it still wasn’t enough for them.”

“What are you talking about? You are perfect. You’re perfect, to me.”

Y/N sobs harder.

“Baby, please. It’s gonna be ok. We can get through this.” Eddie says, but even as he says it, it’s doesn’t feel right. Doesn’t feel true.”

“Eddie, you’ve been like a rainbow in the dark to me. You showed me that it was ok to want things. To want to be happy. But I just… I can’t have them right now.”

“No, don’t say that.” 

“Eddie…”

“Y/N?”

“I… I had the most amazing time with you this week.”

“Y/N, no. Please.”

“But I–”

“No, no buts okay?”

“Eddie I–”

“We’re going to get through this okay? I swear on my life, I will fight for you. I’ll fight for us. I’ll fight till we can be together, no matter what your parents say.”

“No, Eddie. You can’t.”

“W-why not?”

“They won’t let you. They won’t let me see anyone.”

“So what? They’re gonna lock you up in a tower like you’re Rapunzel?”

“They’re so mad at me Eddie. They think the worst of me. I’ve never been in this much trouble in my life.”

Eddie’s voice softens, “I-I’m sorry princess. I didn’t mean to put you in harm's way.”

“It’s not your fault Eddie. I should have been more careful.”

“No, I should have been more careful. I should have listened to you. I just didn’t think your parents would flip out this bad.”

Y/N lets out a small sob. Eddie can hear it through the receiver, “Baby, baby, please. It’s gonna be okay.”

“It’s not Eddie. I’ve never wanted something so badly. I’ve never felt like I wasn’t worthy of something I wanted like this before. I just feel like I don’t deserve this anymore. It was so good, but I can’t have it.”

“Yes you can,” Eddie replies as he starts to tear up. 

“No I can’t. Not now at least. Maybe in the future. But for right now, all I have is school. School is all I have control over.”

Eddie sighs in defeat. He always teased her for being such a goody two shoes and a smarty pants, but it was also something he strongly admired her for. He didn’t realize the reason behind it all. 

Eddie feels indescribably powerless right now and he hates it so much. He wishes he could just charge up to her house and cuss out her parents or talk some sense into them. 

Yeah he may not be the perfect guy, but he makes their daughter happy and she makes him a better man for it and isn't that all that matters?

“Is there… Is there anything I can do?”

“Can you… Do you think you could sing to me,” Y/N asks as she lies down in bed and settles under the covers.

“Yeah,” Eddie sniffles, forcing a smile, “Anything you like sweetheart. I’m all yours.”

“Do you know the words to Purple Rain,” Y/N softly asks. Eddie can hear her slightly sniffle into the receiver. 

“Yeah, anything for you my love.”

Eddie breathes in deeply and begins to softy sing the words:

I never meant to cause you any sorrow

I never meant to cause you any pain

I only wanted to one time to see you laughing

I only wanted to see you

Laughing in the purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain

I only wanted to see you

Bathing in the purple rain

I never wanted to be your weekend lover

I only wanted to be some kind of friend

Baby, I could never steal you from another

It's such a shame our friendship had to end

Purple rain, purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain

I only wanted to see you

Underneath the purple rain

Honey, I know, I know

I know times are changing

It's time we all reach out

For something new, that means you too

You say you want a leader

But you can't seem to make up your mind

I think you better close it

And let me guide you to the purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain

If you know what I'm singing about up here

C'mon, raise your hand

Purple rain, purple rain

I only want to see you

Only want to see you

In the purple rain

Between verses, he can hear Y/N sniffle or sob and he can feel himself do the same. The words of Prince soothe their souls if just for a moment.

Eddie wishes he could be over there with her, holding her tight, and letting her know how perfect she is. That she doesn’t deserve any of this.

By the end of the song, Y/N has fallen fast asleep. Tired and broken by the events of the day. Eddie calls out her name a few times before he realizes.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I only wanted to see you in the purple rain.” He whispers before hanging up.

As Eddie lies in bed that night, he wonders what would have happened if a twist of fate could have saved their relationship from the complete and utter doom that ended up unfolding that night. Or what would have happened if her parents weren’t complete and total hard asses. 

Wouldn’t it be nice if none of this had ever happened? Wouldn’t it be nice if they could wake up in a world where a boy like Eddie and a girl like her could be together in peace?

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[regrettablewritings]

Hello, hope you are doing well. Can you do letters j, s & w for lucifer morningstar, please and thank you.

Got it 👌🏽

J (Jealous - how jealous are they? How do they show it?): It's been established previously but let's review for old time's sake: Lucifer is one jealous baby, even if he argues that he's not. And boy, will he argue -- all the while being the most catty and petty bitch this side of Sunset Boulevard. The moment he suspects that someone else might have your attention (romantic or otherwise), he's zeroing in and trying to pick them apart by their insecurities.

Obviously, he's a little hit-or-miss, grabbing at low-hanging fruit or things he just plain knows deep down aren't true or have little to no bearings. Hell, he's not above using his special stare to ask them what they desire the most just to make the job easier for him. But every so often, he'll grab 'em by the metaphorical throat and frighten them off. Or piss you off. Usually both.

It's not that he's possessive, Luci is just unfamiliar with close relationships and doesn't yet know how to properly handle them. This leaves him with an unfortunate tendency to overcompensate and overreact. It's kinda almost cute when you're not spending your time stewing over how ridiculous he's being, though, but don't buy into it: Put him in his place. He needs to learn today!

S (Sleep - how do they sleep together?): Beneath Egyptian cotton sheets, in what looks like the aftermath of the types of afterparties 60s-era rockers would recount during their VH1 interviews. There's leather everywhere, whipped cream on the ceiling, the tiger has helped itself to the pate you didn't finish --

For someone who is pretty new to commitment, Lucifer is a pretty clingy sleeper. Well, now he is: For most of his bed life, Lucifer has been pretty content keeping the usual positions of having an arm around his bed partner(s), though not in the same manner that would suggest a close relationship with them. It was more along the lines of how a smug bastard camping in the VIP section of a club would keep a trophy guy or gal tucked under each arm to suggest their prowess (as though the smug smile plastered to his sleeping face weren't suggestive enough).

But when things start getting serious -- serious with you -- there is no VIP stance. There is no smirking. There's only the Devil in the shape of a man, arms wrapped about you with his face pressed against or below your shoulder blades. And he has the most peaceful look that somehow makes him look younger. More innocent. It wrinkles and furrows with protest whenever you try to wriggle free to go to the bathroom or go to work, lips parting to whine a mumbled "no". How can someone so sleepy be so strong?

You'll never know. What you do know, however, is that you'll probably have to call in late to work again. No worries, though: Luci's got your boss on his list of favor-owers; you'll be fine.

W (Whisper - what pet names and compliments do they use?): It's common knowledge that how Lucifer shows affection isn't necessarily the most . . . common. Remember, this is the same guy who continued to call Dan "Detective Douche" long after they established a sort of friendship.

He actually might not refer to you by your name for a while, depending on how much he likes the sound of your job title (assuming the job comes with an actual title at all). There's an admitted layer coldness with utterances of "Mr/Ms/Mx. (L/N)" but don't take it to heart: He's really trying his best here. The irony is that beyond cheeky notes of "darling" when he's teasing you, Lucifer actually isn't that great with terms of endearment. Or properly expressing his adorations, for that matter.

But never assume that Luci isn't proud of you on some level -- especially if he sees you in your element. Be it your job or a hobby or just using quick thinking, it's like he's watching a swan take to water. A sexy, human swan that it is perfectly legal and consensual to fu --

In all seriousness, though, you may have to wait around a bit before you get an affirmation out of him that you know for certain isn't coming from a place of cheekiness or humor; he's just not the most readily intimate of Celestials and he often founds himself with his foot in his mouth, having to take the time to think of his words while he tries to wedge the damn thing out.

But when it happens, it's startling. Not in a bad way but . . . Well, imagine that pretty face of his, faintly smiling at you and breathing, "Well done," when you've found a solution to your problems without little to no help. Or hearing him utter, "Great work, you little scamp", completely twinged with gold as you manage to explain to him something you're interested in with an intensity he could only hope to muster.

In short, despite how he acts, Lucifer struggles to show that he cares. And despite how he acts, Lucifer does care. Very much.

Thank you for participating! And thank you for your patience!

[yeoreos]

avid || jjk (m)

pairing: demon!jungkook x human!reader

genre: 18+, smut

summary: jungkook finds you at a bar and sets you as his night's target

warnings: oh lord smut. lots and lots of smut.

wc: 4k

note: i was kind of lazy to finish it, but hey, its 4k of foreplay; nothing beats that! (also sorry for not posting in a while i was busy with beginning of year exams *cries*)

jungkook first noticed you in a bar. on weekends, it was transformed into a seedy nightclub. he liked to go there while he was looking for something to eat; something to conquer for the night. he discovered a plethora of attractive females and, each with broken hearts and hungry gazes - all yearning for a nighttime lover.

he never believed his eyes when they landed on you. the state you were in was pitiful. he guessed that you had just broken up with this boyfriend of yours, hence the mascara and ruined makeup on your face. or perhaps it was a platonic breakup. despite your state, his mahogany orbs never left your figure. what a cute thing you were.

a pretty face that was exactly his type, the perfect curves of your tits, hips, and ass has his knees weak. if you were to ask, he would give.

of course, his initial plan had been thrown out the window the instant he saw you. you leaned against the bar, accepting an order, with a grin on your lips. It sparked something in him, all the confidence (whether it be from the alcohol in your veins or not, it didn't matter to him) and allure.

he knew your name. how could he miss the way your own name rolled off of your tongue so easily? how could he miss the way your lips formed a smirk after seeing jungkook? how could he miss your scent when you pulled him in to kiss you?

this was jungkook's specialty, depravity. wherever he went, he brought a tale of wickedness and depravity with him, the quality hooking onto him like a magnet.

he was a fallen angel, to be sure. a demon, a fallen angel. to be more specific, an incubus. he fed off of sex and vice, appetites and irrational cravings. he drank often in front of ladies like you, at bars or in beds, whose gazes wracked over him, and he fed off of human energy.

over time, after a handful of centuries, he had gotten bored of playing the same old games in bed. jungkook knew what he wanted, however, he was never able to satisfy that itch in the back of his throat, yearning for something to quench his sinful thirst.

he was tired, watching from atop the hill nearby, where he watched the sun rest for the night. just like you had. the darkness of the night overtook the city of seoul and jungkook knew it was his hour to strike; to feed his thirst.

so, the demon went after you, hovering over your small figure over the pathetic excuse of a bed. the soft rising and falling of your chest and the soft snores that escaped from your mouth once in a while, was all the proof jungkook needed that you were fast asleep.

jungkook extended his hand towards you, brushing his knuckles on your cheek, a tremor coursing through his body as a result of the contact. the energy you were emitting caused every molecule in his body to twitch in response. captivating.

oh how badly he wanted a taste.

when you stirred a little, a small groan leaving your lips, jungkook stilled. had you woken up? however, it was just a small movement you were causing in your sleep which allowed you to further curl up against the pillow.

he grinned.

it was time.

"let's go in that dream of yours, shall we?"

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when he opened his eyes again, jungkook didn't expect himself to be in the same bar, be in the same exact position as before. however, this time, you were looking directly at him with your hungry eyes, mimicking his.

ever since heaven had decided to clip his wings, jungkook gave up on the little purity he had left, letting himself follow his heart.

so that's why he felt no shame in eyeing your figure up and down multiple times.

it wasn't necessarily anything that stood out about you, but it was just the aura you were giving off, that sweet feminine scent that lingered near the air around you, that small curve of your lips. but it might have mostly been the way you called for him, despite not knowing his name.

"hello, handsome."

jungkook didn't really have a preference when coming to his targets. he didn't prefer virgins; he always thought that they were inexperienced and didn't know how to give a good head. he didn't prefer the experienced either; he always thought that they knew too much and made the sex too sloppy. it was somewhere in between. and by the looks of it, you seemed like the perfect target. it had his insides churning, a long yearning for a good fuck. he thought he was going crazy.

throughout his centuries of living, he saw empires and clans of royalty fall and rebuild itself, being reborn. he didn't go out of his way to feel good, but he took whatever the universe offered to him. in this case, it was you.

when the surroundings suddenly changed to a much quieter one, where no one was bumping into each other, jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. it did not, however, take him long to notice that you were in the premises of your bedroom, the small plants on your windowsill being a huge clue.

“who are you?” you inquired, your voice scarcely audible. smirking, the man took a step forward. in contrast to his sparkling eyes, the moonlight from the window follows his body flawlessly, giving him a blue tone on his skin. you became aware of his exposed skin due to his lack of clothing. as you took in his powerful body, a flicker of longing tingled between your legs.

the man stayed deafeningly silent. instead, the man crept onto the bed, trailed by what appeared to be a shadow. you kept a tight eye on his every move because you couldn't move. you felt yourself spreading your legs wide as he crept over top of you. you had a tremendous want to feel him and be completely consumed by him.

despite being a demon, a sex demon (literally), jungkook still understood the morals of consent, making sure it was his top priority. after all, he wouldn't want it if he was in your position.

"are you okay with what's going to happen?" his words were like a captivating chime in your ears, quickly relaxing you and making you desire more. you found yourself placing our hands on his shoulders in order to feel his silky skin. how was it possible for a man to be both burning hot and icy cold at the same time? the dampness between your legs was unbearable, and you were drawn to him with all your might. your nipples perked beneath your shirt as you didn’t wear a bra to bed, you remembered. this made sense. something you remembered vividly. just a shirt and panties was all you wore to bed. clearly you must be dreaming, so you may as well indulge without regret.

"y-yes." you dropped your hands to grasp your shirt and pull it over your head to display your nakedness while looking into the man's eyes. with a hunger for your every move, he kept an eye on you. as he glanced over you, his throat vibrated with a palpable growl. you noticed he was completely hard as your gaze slid down your body with his. in a humble tone, you inquire, "is this real? this isn't a dream, is it?"

the man's grin makes your entire body twitch. you feel him quickly remove your underpants and fling it somewhere off the bed. you become acutely aware of the excitement between your legs as well as the heat emanating from his body. he lowers himself still more until he's right up against your door.

“would you prefer to be dreaming... or would you prefer to be here with me?” the man inquires, his tone innocent but with a sinister undertone.

when you reached for your thighs to give yourself some relief, there was nothing there. as your eyes scanned your surroundings, all you could feel was the chill of your own flesh. red. your vision was completely red. it was almost as if someone had brought in a red mood lamp and shone it throughout the room. it was entirely painted in a bright crimson color. your epidermis. the walls on all four directions. it was all red.

everything seemed hazy and perplexing, and you wondered where you were. you were in a new environment. some may even argue it was a living hell.

you sat up and wrapped yourself in the nearest blanket you could locate before standing up. warm wooden floorboards greeted your bare feet. “what?” kneeling down, you firmly pressed your hand on the wood once again to be sure you weren't hallucinating, but then again, what's to say you weren't hallucinating the whole thing?

'im not a lunatic... you thought to yourself as the warm sensation of the wood stretched across your palm. you straightened up and looked about your flat, trying to figure out what you could do about the red. you stood up straight and began to look around your apartment to see if there was anything you could do about the red. nibbling on your lower lip gently, you stood up straight and began to look around your apartment to see if there was anything you could do about the red.

the door to your bedroom squeaks open just as you were ready to turn on the light switch. the sound reverberated throughout the room with such eerie intensity that you were nearly persuaded your tv had turned back on and was showing yet another horror movie. then something happened. from your room, a man who could only be described as the devil strolled in as if he owned the place. you would be fascinated by this man's beauty if he hadn't just walked in like that. a scar runs from the left side of his jaw all the way down to his neck, giving him a strong jawline. his delicate yet sharp-looking features are caressed by soft wild hair, and his adorable small head is adorned with two pointy horns. it was the eyes, though, that drew your attention.

not the fact that he emerged from your room shirtless. nor the fact that he had claws and a commanding tail swishing back and forth. no, it was those soulless black eyes that were piercing right through you. your very being. you were in some type of trans as the mystery man - no, not man - thanks to those black coals. devil. That sounded more like it.

you couldn't take your gaze away, but as your feet shuffled you further away from this entity, they did all the thinking for you. it only appeared to encourage the beast to keep going before you pressed up against him and the wall. as you summoned the strength to speak up, your grip on the blanket trembled a little. “wh-what are you looking for?” your voice faded away quietly.

the devil had smirked at your frailty and little dread before running a clawed hand through your unkempt hair “i'm starving, my love.” before leaning in and drinking in your aroma, it spoke in the lowest, almost infantile voice. “won't you feed me nice and well, love? after all, you did want this to be real, right?” you weren't sure if it was the tone of his voice or the proximity, but you nodded in accord.

he grabbed your neck and ran his tongue across his lips before taking you into a harsh but passionate kiss. soft cherry red lips ravished your lips in a ravenous embrace while his hands roamed across your body, grasping and groping everything it could find.

a deep moan emerged from both of you as you felt the tightness of his jeans against your leg, causing a burning feeling. the burning of want burned through your skin everywhere he touched, everywhere he invaded with his mouth, hands, and body. it was almost a nasty, twisted euphoria that made your cunt clench around nothing in eagerness.

as the unnamed monster looked you up and down, an almost animalistic growl exited his throat as he took a deep inhale, you gasped for air. “love, you smell so fucking amazing for me.” he spoke in hushed tones through little pockets of air. “you're so delicious that i could devour you whole.”

the very thought of doing so appeared to amuse him, as he let out a brief but malicious laugh before narrowing his focus to the blanket still clinging to you.

with a scowl on his face, he clasped his larger hand around the one holding the blanket in place before yanking at it, only to have you keep it in place. the devil, with his head cocked to the side, gazed at you, perplexed, as if he didn't understand what you were doing.

“it's just that,” you murmured, tightening your jaw at the gaze those empty eyes gave you like a chill up your spine, "i feel comfortable like this...” you muttered the last bit, swallowing any spit you had.

but there was no justification or apology for him, so he raised his claw into the air and cut the blanket, ripping it open wide.

fear, as well as the lust racing through your veins, were clouding your judgment once more. the notion that his claws were so near to slicing you terrified you and turned you on like nothing you'd ever experienced. it gave a sense of how perilous it was to be so near to this creature, which was part of what made it so thrilling.

"baby, nothing is safe when i'm around."

those words, on the other hand, did it for you. you reached out to him as soon as you dropped the tattered blanket on the floor, exposing yourself to him. you drew him back into another intense kiss by wrapping your arms around him and springing up to wrap your legs around his waist. as he grasped your thighs to keep you in place, he was caught completely off guard by your sudden bravery.

each passing breath spent on one another battling for control, hips sliding up against each other as your damp panties rubbed up against his encaged dick, which was most definitely pressing painfully against the denim trousers he was wearing, made the kiss more hungry and animal-like. the cool contact of skin moving up against your back and down your underwear made you whimper.

despite his animalistic state, you always thought he was beautiful, a rare creature. "you're beautiful," you murmured, oblivious to the fact that you were saying it aloud. he laughed with his head tilted back. his neck was big and thick, but it was the raised markings that went all the way around it that caught your eye; they were woven together like chains, as if he had been choked with scorching metal.

the demon kissed you long and hard, barely pausing to breathe. His tongue was lengthy and had a split down the center. it was a novel experience that was strangely addictive. you became engrossed in the way it encircled your own. with his fangs, the monster simply paused to tug on your lower lip. as his hand moved down to your thigh, you let out a faint little groan.

he sang, “such a good girl,” as he drew you up into his arms. Jungkook snatched you up like feather. as you placed your legs around his tiny waist, his arms bulged. before he entered your room, he gave you a lengthy, scorching kiss. you had your arms around his neck, sliding your fingers through his hair and scraping against the base of one of his horns as an experiment.

the devil looked down at you as you lay on your bed, his crimson eyes flashing in the dim light. only those eyes and the white-tipped base of his horns could be seen with the moon blearily seeping through your blinds. it felt as though the monster beneath your bed had arrived to devour you. slowly, he moved his hand up the wall, flicking on the light and bathing you both in a golden glow.

you eventually let your gaze drift away from his, focusing on his toned chest, tight waist, and muscular thighs. when you noticed the bulge yearning to be freed from his pants, you licked your lips. he finally went closer, his lips brushing against yours as he crept between your legs. his hands crept up to the band of your shorts, the heat of his palm scorching and heavy on your bare thighs.

he yanked your shorts down your hips and flung them behind him as he kissed you. he tore through your shirt even quicker, softly cursing as he saw your naked breasts. you yanked on his shirt, trying to get a better look at him and to touch every scrap of exposed flesh you could discover. he sat back and yanked his shirt off, displaying golden skin stained with crimson ink and muscular abs that rippled with each breath. you were so focused on his appearance that you almost missed the expression in his eye as he glanced down at you.

“fuck, you look like an angel,” he said, reaching down to rip your panties apart, only to shred them. your moist lips were exposed by the chilly air as you gasped. at the sight, he bit his lower lip and groaned. “very gentle and plaint." slowly, he ran his hands down your body, starting at the rib cage and working their way down to your thighs.

his fingers became hotter and hotter along the way, till they were on the verge of burning. until he came to your knees and quickly shoved your legs apart and up, crimson streaks remained on your skin. smirking at your hiss of pain, his palms pushed your thigh back till they touched your chest. “so ready to be used,” he states.

"please do."

“well, angel, since you asked so nicely,” he leaned very close to your cunt and licked a lengthy strip. his forked tongue slithered inside your slit, relishing in the lengthy groan that came out of your mouth. he swirled above the opening for a minute, then slipped just the tip of it inside when you finally relaxed against him.

jungkook gradually started penetrating your pussy with his tongue. the warm, slithery appendage that slithers in and out of you with increasing ease, flicking at your g-spot and making you whine in delight. you exhaled with relief when he licked up to your clit, only to scream when he clamped his mouth over the delicate nub and sucked hard enough for you to see stars.

moans and groans emitted from your lips and the demon could have sworn he had never heard anything prettier. his mouth salivates against your lips, only causing him to dip down near your entrance and trail his tongue back to your little nub. oh how sweet you were.

"my angel's already close to cumming?" there was no denying that. he had already noticed you were quickly approaching your high by the way you tugged on his locks and the way your moans became higher in pitch.

the demon took two of his long fingers and slipped them into your pussy, a squelching noise emitting from the action. you tugged so hard on your lips that it was plump and swollen, the irony blood almost spilling from them. he quickly started pumping his fingers and curling it, sending you seeing stars. he wanted you to get ready for the real deal (aka his cock).

"god, please fuck me, please please i'm so close to cumming but i wanna cum on your cock, please," if it weren't for you sounding so pretty and desperate for him, the demon would have prolonged the foreplay.

“there is no ‘god' here,” he hissed, sliding two fingers inside your pussy and sucking hard on your clit as you almost shouted in delight. his fingers curled within you quickly, drawing you closer to the brink. your fingers ran aimlessly through his hair, yanking it back to keep him near. you scratched on one of his horns with your nails.

it wasn't until another orgasm crashed upon you that the demon stopped.

you were spent; messy hair, hazy eyes, drool dripping down your chin and onto your neck and some parts of your chest.

as sly as a fox, you felt jungkook pressing his heavy length on your clit, the warmth and hardness of it evident in the way it pressed up against the little nub. jungkook evilly rutted against the bundle, sending sharp pleasures erupting from the mere action.

you thought he would stop at a few thrusts, however, jungkook had other plans in mind. those being seeing you completely helpless underneath him (not like you weren't before).

with one more came a push, your insides clenching and squeezing the head of his cock like a vice. jungkook stills above you; only the tip in and you're already this tight? he allows a shaky breath to reveal itself from his throat, the sound coming out a little more strangled and choked that he intended it to be.

you took him inch by glorious inch. the two of you reveled in the pleasure, drinking off of each other's moans and heat.

the rest of the night was spent in each other's arms. it wasn't romantic, but it sure as hell was full of pleasure.

[callme-barnes]

Besitos

*Pictures are not mine*

Summary: Demons can be fun, at least you know you can be. When you go out to claim a soul as yours, Bucky finds you and it only adds on to the fun.

Pairing: Demon!Bucky x Demon!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: SMUT (Demon!Bucky is a sin), oral sex (f! receiving), rough sex, slight daddy kink, blood kink (if you squint), talk of religion (not much), dirty talk

IF YOU ARE A MINOR PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT! THIS WORK IS FOR THOSE 18+ ONLY!

A/N: Again, this work is 18+ only!. Do not repost my work anywhere! This is a one-shot based off of a series I really want to put out at some point. I've been having a tough go of it and this work Ade me feel better to write. Please do not judge my smut writing as I am still pretty new to it. All mistakes are mine. But otherwise please enjoy and feel free to interact with me if you liked it! Enjoy ladies & gents!

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Y/N watched from the comfort of a dark corner at the bar at all the bodies dancing underneath the strobe lights of the club. It had hit its peak at about 1 in the morning, and it was the right time for you to strike the target you had come here to find.

His name was John, a pretty good looking man by human standards. Tall, dark and handsome as you once would’ve described him. Had a beautiful pregnant fiance at home by the name of Lily who was ready to give birth to a handsome baby boy any day now by what you could gather from Lily’s pleas for help. You had overheard her one night, crying herself to sleep as she prayed to God to help her make sense of her situation. She was stuck at home, waiting for a man who would go out and have fun with his friends. And other women.

She had prayed for clarity, safety and a change of heart for him. And strength and courage for herself. To be able to keep her fiance and to change what was wrong with her. Of course nothing was wrong with Lily. She was pregnant, ready to burst at any second. She was bringing a life into this world, risking her body and her health and for what? For a man who refused to change his way of life because that’s what he had grown accustomed to? Or in his words, “To be a slave to a family?”

You had found yourself in that situation once, praying to God for a man that couldn’t give a shit less if you had dropped dead. As long as he maintained his freedom and habits all was well. Instead the man you had grown to love had left you for a cute petite brunette, claiming you had been smothering him with your “jealousy” and your “excessive” calls when you only wanted to be with him.

Your praying touched upon deaf ears of course and it was then that you realized no one was out there to protect you. You were on your own to deal with the hardships of your life.

Until you met him. James Barnes.

He had been your savior when you were ready to give up all hope. Bucky, as you’ve grown to call him, had given you strength and a new life. A life devoted to taking what you wanted and not being sorry about it. A life devoted to him. But that was a tale for another time.

That’s how you ended up appearing to the poor young woman. Sat in her bed, in pain both physically and emotionally. You had appeared before her dressed in a beautiful black dress, the slit high up your thigh and a pair of your favorite black stilettos. She had been scared. As she should have been. Your power emanated before her, putting her in a trance before you disappeared into the shadows, sending her a small devilish grin.

You set your plan into motion when you saw him headed for the restroom area. He was intoxicated beyond his logical mind, which was just the way you liked them. Downing the remainder of your drink, you made your way to the back area, the sea of people splitting as you walked past them making a direct walkway to your destination. When you stood in front of the mens room, those who waited in line stared with hunger. Intensity. Desire. Your hand reached out to touch one of their gawking faces before sending him a wink and walking in after John. The light cheering on the other end of the door made you smile as you locked it behind you and walked towards the sink counter. You perched yourself on top of it, the red lights casting a hellish glow across your skin.

The stall door opened and you felt your insides twist in anticipation as John walked out, his eyes blinking to focus and his hands holding onto the wall for stability and guidance.

Showtime.

You watched as John made his way to the sinks before finally realizing he wasn’t alone, stopping just a foot in front of you. Your leg shifting up to cross over your other, the slit in your dress falling to either side to give him a nice little peek of your ass.

“Hey there handsome”

You were laying it on thick sure, but you weren’t going to lie, you were excited for this one. It hit a little too close to home for you and you were practically bursting open at the seams.

“Who...who are you?”

“I’ve been watching you all night you know. Trying to muster up the courage to approach you and talk to you”

He almost immediately dropped his guard, his vibrations shifting from reserved to open and ready. Good.

“Well hot stuff here we are. And you found me, here all vulnerable. Naughty girl”

You smiled at him as you stood up, your heels clicking on the tile as you reached over to grab his shirt and pull him close to you, pressing your body up against his own.

“Oh I can be very naughty”, you said and leaned up to kiss him. Your tongue slithered against his own, your pace slow waiting for him to respond. Which he did and quickly. His hands reached out to rest on your ass, his hands squeezing and bringing you in to rub against the hard on he was sporting. You sent him a small moan in response, obviously fake but that only spurred him on further.

His hands reached down to just underneath your ass before you pushed away from him and moved to perch yourself back up on the counter making sure to make a show of opening your legs to invite him in.

“I’ve been really lonely. I haven’t had a man in so long baby”

He was entranced by you, his focus resting on your open thighs and practically foaming at the mouth.

“You know how hard it is to find a single honest man in this city? I noticed you weren’t wearing a ring and you came here by yourself. Are you lonely too?”

This was it, the opportunity for your prey to make amends. You weren’t completely heartless, you had been human once. You had made mistakes too, so you always gave them a chance. Yet 99% of the time, they failed. So you got a chance to have some fun. Your eye contact didn’t falter as you ran your hand down between the valley of your breasts, the other trailing up to reveal the lacy thong you were wearing.

“Fuck...yes I’m....I’m so lonely”

There it was. The opportunity you were looking forward to because let's face it you knew this piece of shit was too set in his ways to repent. You sent him a smile as your fingers began to rub at yourself over your panties, letting out a small moan to coax him in.

“You wanna fuck me? It’s been so long since I’ve had a real man fuck me good”

He closed his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath before walking over and settling himself between your open legs, his hands grasping at your thighs, “Fuck me Johnny boy”

You moved up to kiss him again, this time more aggressively as your innocent facade began to slip away.

“Now I know there’s a God”

You stopped yourself from laughing or scoffing as your hands moved down to rub at his cock through his jeans, watching him as he tore his lip open with how hard he was biting down and you leaned up, making sure you pressed your body against him to give him one last little feel, moving your lips to his ear

“No God here John. Only me”

As you made your way to unbuckle his pants he hesitated a bit and you leaned back “What’s wrong baby? I thought you wanted to fuck me? Don’t you want to?”

“Yes I...fuck I do. Did you ask my friends my name? I don’t think I ever got yours?”

You watched a shadow move from behind John and before you could respond you saw him. Coming out of the shadows looking as handsome as the devil himself. Bucky.

“What does it matter? Don’t you just want to get inside me?”

As you spoke you made eye contact with Bucky from behind John’s shoulders as you leaned back and opened your legs up to give him a view. You smirked to yourself as Bucky’s demeanor changed and before John could get another word out you watched his eyes widen in fear, finally catching onto Bucky in the mirror’s reflection but by then it was too late. Bucky’s hand had reached into John’s back and grabbed onto his heart, squeezing tight before John collapsed lifeless onto the floor.

You watched him, standing up and looking down at him before shifting to Bucky with a smile, “That was my soul to take”

Bucky watched you, his eyes darkening in discontent “I really wish you’d keep your hands to yourself when taking your souls babygirl”

You leaned against the counter and shrugged, “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, how else would I get you all riled up and angry?”

Bucky was in front of you in a blink, his hand wrapping around your throat as he pressed himself up against you. The proximity of the man in front of you made you melt, your body immediately submitting to him as he stared at you. If you had a soul you were sure he’d be looking into it.

“Is that what it is? You like when I’m angry and jealous?”

You fluttered your eyelashes at him, “You’ve been so busy baby. I’ve had to fill the void with what I could take”

That didn’t make him loosen his hold or react, he just kept staring at you as if to say it was your move now and who were you if not an amazing actress.

“We both know I belong to you. And I wouldn’t want to fuck anyone else but you”

You moved your hand to grab onto his own that was pressed against your neck, leaning down to take two of his fingers into your mouth and began sucking on them. Bucky’s chest rumbled with a growl as he stood before you mesmerized, his dick twitching against his black dress pants he had on.

“I brought us an audience daddy,” you said when you pulled away from his hand a small trail of spit following your lips “You know how much I love it when people hear us fucking. It gets me so wet just thinking about all those guys out there wanting to get in my panties while my one and only is fucking me stupid”

That had done it for him, he slammed you against the mirror behind you causing it to break and fall around you as he took your lips in his, kissing you sloppy and animalistic. You let out a moan and a smile in victory, pressing your body into him not caring if you cut your hand on the shards that surrounded you. Bucky grabbed onto the point where your dress slit ended on your hip and tore the fabric open, making you gasp “This is my favorite dress”

“I’ll buy you another”

His growl tore through you, going straight to your aching core causing you to begin grinding against his dick for some relief. You reached your hand up to lick the trail of blood from your hand that was cut open making a show of it, your tongue trailing against your finger before motioning for him to get close. You pulled him into you and kissed him, hearing him moan into your mouth as you shamelessly continued grinding against him

“I want your dick daddy. Fuck I want it so bad. Need you to fuck me please. My pussy is so wet for you”

Bucky reached down and tore your panties from your body, his fingers trailing along your slit and gathering your wetness onto his fingers before slipping them into his mouth, moaning in response “Fuck you know just how to get me going little one. Want me to eat you out you little minx? Do you want to come on my tongue?”

You whined as you nodded and lifted your legs, your heels propping themselves up onto the counter to open up for him “Please. Want to cum on your tongue daddy. Make me cum please”

Bucky kneeled down in front of your open thighs and wasted no time as he leaned in and began to lick at every crevice he could reach and even some you didn’t know he could reach. His tongue worked from your entrance all the way up to your clit, making quick work of it. You moaned out obscenely, your hand reaching down to grip his hair and pressing him further into you as you grind your pussy down onto his face. You pleaded and moaned louder as he sucked and licked at you, your heels falling onto his back and digging into his skin. He hissed in response but otherwise kept at it, licking and sucking and repeating until you felt that familiar twist in your stomach.

“Oh fuck...yes please. Please give it to me, make me cum for you daddy. Shit yes!”

You made sure to be as loud as you wanted knowing the audience that had gathered on the other side of the restroom door. Bucky hit that one spot on your clit over and over again, causing your toes to curl in your heels and your back to arch up dramatically. Your eyes rolled up as you came loud and hard, your body convulsing and your thighs squeezing his head as he continued to suck. You attempted to push him away as you felt your body become too sensitive which only caused him to pin you down harder on the counter as he continued

“I...I can’t. Wait….oh fuck”

But he was a demon possessed as he kept going before you felt yourself come again, harder this time as you gripped onto the sink the pressure causing you to snap one of the handles clean off. You felt your release flow out of you as Bucky pulled away and wiped his lips with the back of his hand “Shit I love it when you do that for me”

His shirt was wet with your orgasm and he sent you a smirk as he undid his pants, bringing his cock out as he stroked it. You watched him in awe as you smiled at him, your eyes just as black as his as he reached over to pick you up and slammed you against the nearest wall. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his hips to bring him close, feeling his cock hard against your core.

“Fuck me. My pussy wants you so bad”

Bucky smirked at you before lining himself up and pushing into you fully in one thrust. You let your head rest back against the wall, unable to form a sound when you tried to moan before he began to slam up into you. He fucked you like an animal, all teeth and hands and no emotion. The air of authority fell off of him and made you moan and squeal every time he slid past that spot inside of you. Your nails made work, scratching at his neck when you tried to hold on, at his back causing his shirt to rip open and at the upper part of his ass so you could bring him closer to you.

“I want another out of you little one. I want you to cum all over my dick before I cum inside of this tight pussy you understand me? You gonna do that for me baby? Gonna….shit, gonna give me another one?”

“Oh fuck yes daddy I’ll do it. Anything for you, anything”

He pounded into you at a relentless pace, the vibrations coming off of the two of you causing the lights to flicker in small space and the doors to the stalls to shake on the hinges. When you felt your third orgasm coming you leaned in to kiss him and bite at his bottom lip roughly. You graced him with the most pornographic sounds you had in you, urging him on before you came, your walls gripping onto him like a vice not wanting to let him go. Bucky groaned and let his head fall back before he gripped your hips and began to take full control, using his strength to pull you down on him harder to get into you deeper. The force caused you to slam against the tile wall as you held onto him for salvation.

“Talk to me baby” he said as he used a hand to grab your jaw and made you look at him, “You know how much I love hearing you talk filthy to me”

Your walls spasmed around him as you felt what could have been another orgasm coming as you kept eye contact with him

“Oh daddy, I want you to come inside me. Want you to fill me completely with your cum. I want to be able to feel you inside of me for days. Please give it to me, please cum for me. You make me feel so good baby. Give it to me, fuck give it to me”

Your words drove him to the edge, his hips stuttering as he pushed into you again and he spilled himself inside of you, his orgasm also spurring on another of your own. Bucky’s hands grabbed onto you and pulled you in tightly as he rode out his release into you, pulling out slowly and pushing any cum that was slipping out back into you. You had a dumb smile on your face and you kissed him and pulled away.

“Want to finish this somewhere a little more private?”

Bucky listened to you finally hearing the cheers on the other side of the door and he smirked to himself as he leaned in to kiss you once again and set you on your feet so he could adjust himself, “You really are a bad girl”

You hummed in response as you looked in the mirror and fixed your eyeliner a bit, stepping over the dead body on the floor and you looked down “Almost forgot he was in here”

Bucky chuckled to himself and moved to take a hold of your waist. “What did this poor bastard do?”

“He has a pregnant fiance at home. Figured someone should teach him about consequences so he could use it in his next lifetime”

Bucky let out a deep but loud laugh as he squeezed you to him, “Let’s get outta here”

You smiled as you moved to unlock the bathroom door and allowed it to open a bit before walking back to Bucky and shifting out of the bathroom. You stood right outside and when you heard screaming and commotion you grinned in delight before walking towards Bucky who was waiting for you.

“Thank you”

You leaned up to kiss his cheek and looked down at you with admiration, “What for little one?”

“For blessing me with a new life worth living”

Bucky smiled as you both made your way down the busy street, ignoring the looks you got at your obvious physical state. His lips kissed your temple and he pulled you closer into him, “You deserve it. Now, my place or yours?”

[spicysoftsweet]

the devil is a fornicator, incubus!sukuna x reader

summary: sukuna, a well-known incubus is quite fond of you.

warnings: home invasion, noncon, double penetration, size kink ig, degradation, monster form! sukuna

a/n: there is no plot here just porn lmao. enjoy.

It’s the dead of night and the incubus has returned, you realize once you’ve awoken in a shock of blinding pain, only to gaze directly into the demon’s endless eyes hovering over you, illuminated dimly by the pale moonlight that streams through your thin curtains.

He grins, revealing rows of gleaming sharp teeth.

“Did you miss me?”

His voice is a snarl that drips heavily in sarcasm, seemingly echoing in the silence of the room.

Tonight, much like every other night, you’re not sure how you ended up caged in two sets of arms stronger than wrought iron, your mind steeped in a deep, impenetrable fog and your body languid and stretched to the limit as you’re all but impaled over a monstrously sized pair of cocks. But it’s a matter of course - the demon Sukuna has picked you and continues to choose you again and again.

There’s more than one reason he’s called the King of Curses.

Aside from the fact that he has claimed you only because you are eternally damned, expletives fall out of his mouth as naturally as rain drops from the sky; harsh, caustic is the feel of his rough hands on your skin, if you can really call them something as human as hands.

“You’re pathetic, really, sniveling all because of a little pain?”

Even though his voice is light and jeering, you’re not meant to answer and you don’t dare to. All you can do is whimper, and your soft, miserable sobs delight him.

“You should be thankful I’ve become somewhat partial to a weak, worthless little thing like you.”

The palm that presses down on your neck, making it hard for you to draw air into your lungs, is so heavy - heavier than the weight of his body that carelessly crushes your fragile one.

Even if he is holding most of his weight, you are still so tiny, so small in comparison to his huge figure. He’s massive, truly, but you’re not exactly sure how large he is...  he visits you under the cover of dark, and you swear the size of his shadow varies each time. 

But the configuration of his form is always the same, and he makes good use of his supernatural anatomy - a hand presses on your neck, another grasps relentlessly at your hair and tugs mercilessly, and two more are placed oppressively on your hips, gripping tightly enough to leave blotchy discoloration on your skin. A tongue that protrudes from somewhere within the dense muscles of his abdomen laps furiously at your bare skin, now covered in a thin layer of sweat from the heat he generates. The rough, wet strokes only worsen your sensitivity but you barely shudder because he holds you so still that you have no agency to move.

But where could you go?

You want to explode.

“It hurts, doesn’t it? Being splayed out like this?” His head lowers so that he can whisper directly into your ear, as he continues to pet your scalp. His fingers curl around your neck, and you gasp involuntarily; you can practically feel the way his lips curl into a smile, his cheek is so close to yours.

Of course it hurts. It hurts so bad, it hurts so good, your heart hurts, your pussy aches.

“I’m too big, aren’t I? You can’t take me in that tight little cunt of yours, can you?” 

It’s true - you shouldn’t be able to take him. In fact, you’re amazed that he manages to fit despite everything, however painfully so, and if your head were a bit clearer, you’d wonder if it’s a bit of magic that keeps you from splitting in half so that he can have his fun night after night. It does help that you’re dripping wet, seeping around him enough that you can feel the unmistakable moist sensation between your legs that is your arousal, more slippery than perspiration.

“What would you do if I got bigger inside you? Will I tear you apart, little one?”

Please have mercy.

Tears are streaming down your cheeks and your body is quivering, and if it weren’t for the fact that he has you pinned down, unable to move an inch, your whole body would be convulsing. You are too full, too tender, too stimulated and he’s barely even moving yet, aside from the occasional tortuous twitch of one of the penises inside you. It’s torture, the way your body clenches desperately around him, pleading for some friction. The rise and fall of your chest as you pant in a strained, almost wheezing cacophony - you don’t dare whine, you’ll take whatever he offers you - seems to delight him, and his hand releases around your neck. He thumbs instead at your quivering lower lip, his own lips pressing onto your neck.

It’s almost a mockery of tenderness, the pecks he gives the curve of your jaw as he jams two fingers now down your throat making you gag. 

He loves to hear you choke, and he sinks his hands into the futon so that he can grasp handfuls of your ass and lift up.

Once he adjusts himself so that he is kneeling onto the bed and your hips are hoisted off the ground, he pushes deeper inside you and you cry out around his fingers in your mouth.

But once he starts moving, you are too stimulated to cry. 

Sukuna fucks you loudly, lewdly, animalistic groans and foul language filling the air as he thrusts in and out of you like you’re nothing but a mere cocksleeve, ignoring whatever screams and moans come out of your mouth. You move so quickly, slammed almost perpendicularly against his pelvis, hard, that your thoughts go from fogged up to scrambled until you’re dizzy and wordless, sniveling, forgetting how to form the words to beg him to stop.

Do you want him to stop? Being fucked dumb maybe the only good part of this curse after all. 

He plays with your pert nipples as he slams you down onto his cocks; he shifts you upright briefly, sitting with his legs crossed to minimize his own effort as he pistons you up and down forcefully onto his lap.

Too many eyes focus in on the grotesque, fucked-out expression you make, your tongue lolling out helplessly and your breasts bouncing recklessly as he moves you.

“You almost look half-decent like this...” he teases, a pleased smirk gracing his hideous smirk. Again, he has to steady you, bringing your arms behind you and holding you taut so that you don’t collapse onto him,  you are nothing but a brainless toy, after all. By this point of the night, he can’t expect you to keep your posture. He’s not that cruel.

“You’re no different than a little lamb. Innocent, cute, powerless. I could swallow you whole.”

You let out a drawn out moan from an orgasm that springs forth from so deep inside you that it reverberates throughout your whole body and he laughs. In fact, he cackles wildly as you jerk violently forward, your shoulders almost risking dislocation as you move due to the fact that your wrists are still firmly in his grasp. 

“Aren’t you going to beg me to stop? Or are you just going to keep cumming like the dirty little cursed slut you are?”

You know he won’t stop. Not for hours. Not until he eventually releases hot, sticky, endless ropes of cum inside you until you pass out, until the next morning where you wake up in a cold sweat after repetitive nightmares of giving birth to hellspawn.

His two upper hands cup your face that is exhausted, weary, miserable, and dazed from fucking that will go on endlessly and for as long as he feels like it. Sucking away all your vital energy. Ruining your soul. Wrecking your body. 

His fingers caress your skin, even if he’s still pounding relentlessly into you and you’re only a few more strokes away from another gut-wrenching climax.

Sukuna kisses you passionately and you don’t think, because if there is anything you know for a fact, it’s that the devil is a liar and tonight’s lie is that you’re anything more than a hapless human he likes to fuck.

[yeojaa]

( DEVIL IN A NEW SUIT. )

Money’s something that makes the world go around.  There’s absolutely nothing wrong with securing the bag.  You don’t shame anyone for doing what they need to do.  

That is, until you come face to face with the poor guy that’s being suckered out of both his heart and cash.  You simply can’t let it go on.

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.

genre + rating.  idiots to lovers.  fluff, angst, smut.  the holy trifecta, babies!  explicit, obviously.  

tags / warnings.  mentions of infidelity, kook being adorable and sad, reader being a bit of a tactless butthole, a satin playsuit (very nsfw), kook does a 180, smut in the form of: a slight oral fixation, too much spit, overstimulation, pussy slapping, unprotected sex (pls don’t be irresponsible).

wc.  12.2k of nonsense.  pure nonsense, i tells ya. 

beta reader(s).  @hobi-gif​ did what she always does aka read through this and made me a better writer and @yeoldontknow​ dealt with my big dumbass and let me cry about my pea brain to her.  i love you both sm!!!  ✨💜

author note.  the long-awaited fic is here!!  i really hope you enjoy it.  if you do, please maybe leave a comment or something?  i swung back and forth between loving and hating this so it’d really, really mean a lot.  anyway, thanks as always for reading and i adore you!  stay safe and happy and healthy!

He’s a sucker.  That’s what you think of him, despite the fact you’ve never met him.  It’d be impossible not to, given what you’ve heard. 

His girlfriend - or something - is in every other week, flashing his black card like she has something to prove.  Sometimes, she’s by herself;  often, she’s with another gaggle of girls that fawn all over themselves and shriek a little too loudly for your taste.  They’re vapid, snooty in a way that makes you cringe every time they step into the boutique.  Still, you’re nice because this is your job and you have to be.  You can’t exactly tell a paying customer to get lost - even if you think it at least six times each visit. 

“He has no idea.”  It’s always the same thing, a story that pulls at your heartstrings yet has you scoffing in equal parts.  “I told him we were doing a girls’ trip but Hyunjin’s going to meet me on his way back and we’re spending the week at the Ritz.”

How can he possibly be this dumb, you wonder.  How can’t he see past the pretty pink lipstick and perfectly coiffed blonde hair?  It isn’t even that nice of a colour job - too icy and reminiscent of Malibu Barbie. 

(She’d bragged about it once - how she’d gotten an appointment at one of the most coveted salons in the city, spending hours in the stylist’s chair to get this “perfect shade”.  Her words, not yours.)

You figure he must be some lonely schmuck, some poor old sap who can’t possibly get what he’s looking for anywhere else.  Maybe he had some weird spoiling kink - if so, where was your man like that - or he just wanted companionship and found it in the arms of girls who paid him any sort of attention.  Truthfully, you thought a lot of things about him.  Kind of had to, given how often his girlfriend was in, rambling about her exploits and snickering behind his back.

You’d never expected him to be like this.

Jeon Jungkook shows up on a Sunday afternoon, shortly after lunch and with the dopiest smile on his face. 

Your colleague notices him first, nudging you to attention because you, unlike her, actually do productive things while you’re at work like go through layaways and make sure items aren’t sitting in the back gathering dust.

“He’s cute,”  she very poorly whispers, voice carrying because it always does.  She’s a younger girl - maybe a few years your junior, who’d gotten her job through pure nepotism - but she’s sweet enough.  Zero tact, though.  Never notices when she’s being just a little too forceful with her sales but her sweet smile and full rack seem to keep her from getting into any trouble.  You consider her a vaguely annoying sister, someone you love even when you don’t necessarily like her.

You glance up from the iPad balanced in your hands, disinterested.  “Who?”

There’s an older couple striding past the entrance, hand-in-hand with three Hermes bags.  (God, what awful taste.)  There’s another couple standing at the mouth of the Louis Vuitton boutique, bickering about which belt will best match the boyfriend’s tux best.  (The answer is neither, because those belts do not belong with a classic black tux.)

“Him.”

Yejin all but points him out, jerking her chin in his direction.  You don’t know how you hadn’t really clocked him in the first place.  Maybe because he’s so unassuming that you’d just brushed over him, noting his outfit before moving on.  When you look at him - really look at him - you can’t look away.

You think he’s handsome in that off-kilter kind of way, too-big teeth and too-wide eyes.  He’s terribly innocent looking, despite the fact that he’s wearing a gleaming gold Rolex and sleek black boots you recognise from Prada’s 2019 RTW.  Everything he wears is tailored, fitting him to the point you wonder who his seamstress  is.  

But then he speaks, and it’s not the suave, sultry voice you’d expect.  It’s featherlight and almost shy, bashful in its delivery.  

“I’m here to pick up a bag for my girlfriend?”  He upspeaks.  It’s stupidly adorable.

Bless her soul, Yejin throws a glance in your direction first.  A silent ‘yours or mine?’ that’s answered when you step forward, blindingly bright customer service smile in full effect.  “What’s the item and the name it’s under?”  You keep in mind he’s said girlfriend very clearly, even as you can’t help but trail your stare over his shoulders, the dimple that digs itself into his cheek when he speaks again.

“Oh, it’s under mine.  Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.” 

You’re floored.  This is Jeon Jungkook?  This specimen draped in leather and fine Japanese silk is the poor idiot wrapped around Barbie’s finger?  You’ve got to be kidding.

You wonder whether the surprise is evident on your face.  It must be, given how quickly Yejin interrupts, piping up in that saccharine sweet voice of hers.  “I’ll grab it!  The Box bag in cloud, right?”

Jungkook can only nod dumbly.  He has no idea what he’s there to pick up - only that he needs to because his girlfriend is away on a trip with her two best female friends.  He tells you as much, chuckling at his own ignorance.  It’d be cute if it weren’t so sad, his eyes twinkling like the jewels set in your ears.  There’s so much love in his eyes it’s frankly sickening.  

It comes before you can help it, snapping off your tongue - an oil spill ready to drag him to the depths of hell.

“Oh - you’re Kiko’s boyfriend?  I thought you’d left for Hong Kong already.”  Your head tilts - the picture of innocence as you continue to spew things you shouldn’t, staining the innocence of his expression with each word that drops off.  “She said she was leaving on Friday.”  Even while you’re tearing this poor man’s life apart, you’re racking your brain for the off-handed comments she’d made.  “She kept going on and on about how she was so excited to be staying at the Ritz.”

It’s almost like you gain some sick sort of satisfaction in watching his face fall.  You’ve never seen someone crumble so quickly, every ounce of affection swept up and spat out in the time it takes you to take a solid, proper breath.  

You do feel bad.  Not for saying it, but for being the person to do this.  For hurting this stranger.  (At least he knew?)

“I think you have me mistaken for someone else.”  Gone is the sunny friendliness, the blissful geniality.  He’s very much uncertain, bunny teeth digging into the full swell of his bottom lip.  He’s pigeon-toed and round-shouldered, thick brows drawn neatly over his stare as he focuses on some indeterminate point somewhere by his feet. 

If Yejin were on the floor with you, she’d tell you to knock it off.  Chastise you for getting involved in something you had no business being in.  (She’d be right, but you’ve always been an advocate for tough love.)  As it stands, she’s still in the back finding that stupid girl’s bag and you’re here, shaking your head, weakening Jungkook’s resolve with the edge of your teeth.  “No, she definitely said she was going away with her boyfriend.  Did you maybe give us the wrong name?”

Maybe if he weren’t so upset, he’d be more offended by the insinuation he’s stupid.  Instead, he only falters further, head mimicking yours.  Poor guy.

“I—I think there’s been a mistake.”

Yeah, you dating that gold-digger, you want to say.  Instead, you meet his stare like you haven’t just dug a thousand holes in his foundation.  “Oh, maybe.  I’m sorry.”  The apology is honest, even if the meaning behind it isn’t.  That’s a thing, right?  Apologising to make someone feel better, even when you don’t necessarily agree with it?  

God, you’re an altruist. 

“It’s fine.”  When he stutters, adorable lisp coming out to play, you know it’s not.  You applaud him for his brave face, even if it’s very poorly offered - a makeshift mask you think you could tear off with just another well-aimed word.  (You won’t.)

“Here it is!”  Yejin’s back, bouncing out from behind the counter with the giant white bag in her hands.  If she notices the atmosphere, she says nothing.  You remind yourself to tell her good job once Jungkook leaves - and you know he’ll leave the moment he’s got those silk handles in his hand.  He looks about ready to cry - or ready to fight, you’re not sure.

Once the purchase is passed over, he nods his head furiously and you swear you see a tear go flying.  You don’t have time to ask before he’s hoofing it out of the store.  

He doesn’t even notice he’s left his wallet on the counter.

By the time you snatch it up and round the corner, he’s nowhere to be found.  Probably because running in stilettos is next to impossible and he’s gotten an embarrassed head start.  Well then.

“I guess we’ll have to call him,”  you hum, turning the Prada bi-fold over and over in your hands.  It’s practically brand new, stuffed with large bills, his driver’s license, and few credit cards, including a Hyundai black card.  The same one on file that his girlfriend - maybe soon-to-be ex-girlfriend? - uses shamelessly.

Yejin’s watching you carefully, silently.  You’re counting down how long it’ll be until she asks - because you can see the curiosity swimming in her eyes, practically bulging her cheeks with the effort of keeping her questions caged behind her teeth.

Finally, after a good three minutes, she’s at your side, bony point of her chin digging a grave into your shoulder.  It’s probably not the most appropriate thing but she’s never much been one for decorum.  (You either, but still.) 

“So… what was that about?”

You don’t bother to turn when you speak, back to running through order details and matching them with customers.  “What?”

“You know— that!”  She waves her wrist in a circle, gesturing toward the space Jungkook had occupied not five minutes ago.  “He ran out of here like he was scared for his life.”

“Scared of the truth,”  you correct. 

You hadn’t thought it was possible for her to get more pale - she’s already fine porcelain, perpetually slathered in sunscreen - but she somehow does, balking at your response.  There it is. 

“What?”  There’s a reproachful edge to her words, an uncertainty that tells more than the single syllable. 

“What?”  It’s mimicry and a challenge all in one, meeting her stare from the corner of your periphery.  You can read every emotion that runs through her expression:  shock, displeasure, confusion.  

She retreats a step, bottom lip caught between her teeth.  (She really does remind you of your little sister.)  “So, you told him?”

You shrug, a noncommittal gesture that disrupts the curtain of silk that falls over your shoulder.  You hadn’t laid it out for him but surely he had an idea now.  There was no way he didn’t. 

“I pointed out a few conflicting facts.  That’s all.”  You’re not ashamed about what you’ve done.  You’d want to know if you were him.  Consider it an act of goodwill. 

The silence that meets your ears isn’t surprising but you don’t pay it any further mind.  What’s done is done.  Now he knows, or something close to it.  The chips would simply fall where they were meant to. 

You have to admit - you’re rooting for him. 

Whatever Yejin’s thinking, she keeps it to herself for the rest of the shift.  She knows better than to berate you about something like this, not that she would anyway.  Obnoxious as she can be, you have an understanding.  It strengthens your not-quite-close-friends-but-more-than-colleagues relationship. 

It’s only at the end of your shift that she brings it up again, drifting over to you as you complete your cash count for the evening. 

She holds Jungkook’s wallet in her hand, mouth pursed thoughtfully as she taps it against the edge of the counter.  “You have to call him.”

You almost lose your count, finishing with a pinched expression.  “Whoever works tomorrow morning can call him.”  You’re not brushing off the responsibility - you really could care less - but simply passing it along to the next person.  Sensible. 

As it turns out, you’re the person who works the next morning, called in because another associate has come down with a cold.  

You’re two lattes deep when you remember the wallet, tucked neatly behind the counter with a yellow sticky note posted to the front.  You suppose it’s your responsibility now.  You know if Yejin comes in tomorrow and sees it, she’ll give you her childish brand of hell. 

The line rings twice before it picks up, that oddly familiar voice crackling through the speaker.  “Hello?”

“Jungkook?”  

There’s a beat of silence followed by a careful confirmation. “Yes, that’s me?”  Upspeaking again. How cute. 

“I’m calling from the CELINE boutique.”  You can practically imagine the look on his face, eyes as wide as saucers as he recalls the awful-to-him encounter.  “You left your wallet here and I wanted to make sure you got it back.”

“O-oh, uh—“  It’s like encountering a baby bunny - or deer or something equally adorable and vulnerable.  “Thanks.  I didn’t even notice.  Um, I can come pick it up today?”  There’s another pause, the sound of fingers over a screen, and then he’s back.  “Is that okay?”

Leave it to him to have lost his wallet and yet be worried about putting someone else out.  He truly was a sucker. 

“That’s fine.  We’re open until six tonight.”  

“I’ll be there before dinner.”  As if realizing how vague that is, he continues, words running headlong into each other like he can’t get them out fast enough.  “Before six, I mean.  Um, is around five-thirty okay?” 

You want to tell him to just come whenever, that it really doesn’t matter to you, but that probably isn’t going to help the situation.  Instead, you hum a quiet sound of confirmation.  “Of course.  We’ll see you then.” 

He hangs up immediately. 

The second time you meet Jeon Jungkook, he’s just as endearing as the last.  It’s actually surprising, if you’re being honest.  You’d thought he’d be resentful or mean or any other emotion better fitting someone whose entire world had turned upside-down.

As it stands, he’s just the right-side of anxious, a hundred little sparks of uncertainty flaring beneath his skin and lighting him up in neon.  You can see him from a mile away he’s lit up so bright, seemingly uncomfortable in his own skin.

Your heart aches for him - and then it skips, almost trips over its own two feet when he wanders into the store with his hands dug deep into the pocket of his pants.

How he looks tonight is nothing like how he’d looked yesterday.  Somehow, you like it more.  The undone head-to-toe Balenciaga, the unruly curl of his dark hair.  It’s effortlessly chic - though you think it might have something to do with the fact that he’s just an attractive person.  (Good-looking people could get away with anything - even god-awful fashion faux pas.)

At the sight of you, he seems to further lose steam, eyes widening to such an extent you briefly worry for him.  Surely they’ll fall out of their sockets one day.  

“O-oh.  It’s you.”  The moment the words come, he’s blushing the colour of your red-soled shoes, horrified.  “I m-mean, just—”  He takes a deep breath, finds his footing and tries again.  “You’re the girl that helped me yesterday.”  Spoken like you, the exact girl who helped him yesterday, wouldn’t remember that fact yourself.  

“That’s right,”  you say evenly, expression neutral.  It’s almost as if that surprises him more - as if he’d expected you to shy away from the knowledge.  

The two of you stare at each other for longer than is strictly speaking necessary.  Well, you stare at him and he kind of bounces his eyes around the room.  You know he can’t be that interested in the croc stamp Belt bag behind your head or the selection of small leather goods in the glass case.  

He’s so awkward.

(You did kind of ruin his day though, so you can’t blame him.)

“So, um, my wallet?”  He’s made barely any headway, still lingering awkwardly by the front of the store.  You can’t help your smile - it’s more of a smirk - as you raise the item in question.  

“Right here.”

Jungkook glances from it to your face, then back again.  He makes the same trip twice more.  “Can I have it?”  To your surprise, he’s taken two whole steps toward you, brow furrowed.  He’s still terribly soft, rounded edges and innocent eyes, but he’s making progress.  Good job, you think.

“Of course.”  You mirror him, moving out from behind the counter.  Somehow, that’s not the right move, because his features are breaking and rearranging, big bunny teeth worrying a hole straight through his bottom lip.  You’d think he’d be more confident, more demanding, more… everything.  (You quite like that he isn’t - a complete anomaly - but you also imagine it’s also to his detriment.  Too much honey, not enough vinegar.)

This time, he closes the distance with three long strides.  It hadn’t escaped you how tall he was, the length of his gait - after all, you’d tried to run after him - but you’re still a little surprised when he’s in front of you, not a foot away, arm extended.  Palm out, he asks again, all while refusing eye contact.  “May I have it, please?” 

You hand it over with a soft laugh, pressing the grained leather into his hand.  You expect him to retreat immediately and he does - but then he turns and his expression is inscrutable.  Is he going to say thank you?  Berate you for what you’d done yesterday?

Neither, it seems.  “Why did you do it?”  There’s no anger, just an abiding sadness that laces his words, turns them the saddest shade of blue.

“Do it?”  You know what he means.  You ask anyway.

“Why did you tell me?”  Jungkook’s doing that thing again, alternating between biting his tongue and chewing his cheek as he stares at you.  You can practically see the melancholy rolling off him;  it shines dark on the depths of his irises, how his fist trembles just barely at his side.  For all his good looks and leisurely charm, you can see the effort it takes to hold himself together now.

Guilt ascends, starts somewhere deep in your stomach and turns stomach acid to butterflies.  It creeps higher and higher over your spine, locking each vertebrae until you’re immobile, unable to tear your gaze from his.  “I thought you deserved to know.”

“But why?” 

“What do you mean?”  

It’s almost comical, how both your expressions descend into bewilderment - like looking into a fun house mirror.  He’s trying to wrap his mind around your actions and you’re just trying to make sense of his confusion.  

You anticipate a response - can see it tittering on the tip of his tongue - but he seems to think better of it, shaking his head.  It dislodges a wayward curl from behind his ear, silver twinkling with the movement.  

“Thank you” is all he offers before speed-walking away.

You don’t expect to see Jeon Jungkook for a third time.  

He’s waiting for you when you end your shift on Thursday, standing somewhere between the two boutiques, loitering like some kind of gremlin.  (Except he’s dressed exceptionally well, slick black jeans and a Balenciaga tee shirt that rivals the cost of your shoes.  Of course he’d get away with hanging out in the store without being told off.)

“Excuse me.”  For once, he doesn’t sutter.  The lisp doesn’t present itself, either.  Was this the same Jungkook?  You’re not sure until you meet his stare - or try, his own skipping away the moment you make contact.

There he is.

“Yes, Jungkook?”  He flinches, as if he isn’t expecting you to know or say his name.  How can someone so big, so broad across the shoulders with a face that belongs on billboards, look like such a terrified rabbit?  It makes no sense to you.

“Can we talk?”  The stare he levels you with is unfair, too sweet and coaxing for you to even consider saying no.  You’ll still mess with him a bit though.

“We are talking.”

He sputters at that, hacks out a cough that makes you snicker openly.  It’s just so easy with him, like taking candy from a baby.  

“I mean like— talk talk.”  The set of his jaw gives away the whisper of frustration, the fleeting touch of exasperation that doesn’t allow itself to live anywhere else.  His eyes are still soft, round and glossy beneath the fluorescent storelight.  

“Sure, we can talk talk.”  

“Did you, um, want to grab dinner?”

You don’t mean to mock him (at least, not really) but he just makes everything so easy. You hope he doesn’t take it the wrong way.  “Are you asking me on a date?”  

“W-what?  No!”  Despite the immediacy of his response - the look of utter shock that cracks the careful facade - he’s burning bright, cheeks aflame with colour that licks up and over his ears.  “I just— I thought you’d want to talk somewhere else—”

“I’m kidding.  Let’s go.”

You move first, stepping past him and onto the elevator without a backwards glance.  He scampers after you, trails like a lost puppy in the wake of your shadow.  Even while you stand in the corner, waiting for the lift to meet the main floor, he keeps a careful distance, hands jammed into the pockets of his jeans.  

“So, what do you want to talk about?”  It seems you have to take the initiative, throwing him a curious stare as the floor number ticks down.  His gaze is trained on neon digits, unmoving.  You repeat yourself, glancing up at him, half-tempted to nudge him out of his reverie.  It’s almost like talking to a really hot brick wall.  “Jungkook?”

He tears out of his thoughts like a wayward bullet, head swivelling wildly.  “Huh?”  

“What did you want to talk about?”  

“Um—”  He hesitates, not as if he doesn’t know the answer, but rather that he’s hesitant to speak it into existence.  There’s a tidal wave in the depth of his stare, a cresting wave that looks on the edge of breaking.  “—m-me?”

Brows furrow then amusement spills out.  “You want to talk about… you?”  

“That sounds bad.”  The shape of his grow prominent over his bottom lip, his mouth pulling and pursing with whatever maelstrom exists inside that pretty skull of his.  

“It’s fine.  We’ll talk at dinner.”  

He nods.  You think it means thank you.

Sitting across from each other in the Michelin-starred restaurant - a sought after spot that takes reservations weeks in advance - it’s easy to imagine Jungkook is just another guy.  Another bachelor with too much money and not enough sense, eager to sink his teeth into his next victim.  

It’s hilarious how far that is from the truth.

“What did you want to eat?”  He’s speaking into the pages of the leatherbound menu, half his face hidden.  Whether it’s a defense mechanism or just how he woos pretty girls, you’re not sure.  (You have a feeling it’s the former.)

“Whatever.”  Everything here is incredible.  You really don’t mind.

Jungkook’s face falls, folds in on itself like wet paper and you sigh a sound that further breaks apart the pillars keeping his composure in place.  His right cheek is hollowed, interior being shredded by enamel.  You take pity on him then, flipping open the menu with a great flourish. 

When the waitress - a lovely little thing whose gaze lingers on your dining partner for too long to just be polite - comes to take your order, you rattle off your usual order, doubling certain selections.  Soft-spoken as he might be, you have a feeling the size of his stomach makes up for all the mumbling and half-hearted glances.

“So?”  You level him with a stare over the rim of your glass, lavender and lemonade bursting across your tongue.  

He echoes you, wide-eyed and Bambi-like and stupidly cute.  “So?”  

“What did you want to talk about?”  If you’d had a worse day, if you were a lesser person, you might be irritated by having to repeat yourself so often.  As it stands, you’re only curious, your inquisitive nature outweighing your naturally short temper. 

“Oh.”  Poor boy looks like he’s been asked an impossible question, like what’s the meaning of life or the secret to eternal youth.  He fumbles with the edge of his sleeve, turns the plaid over and over in his fingers as if it were a puzzle.  You stare at him the whole time, unflinching, unrelenting.  He’d asked you here so you damn well expect an answer.

You’re about ready to repeat yourself - fourth time’s the charm? - when he finally finds his voice.

“I wanted to say thank you.”

It’s not the answer you’d expected.  It whacks you in the face, smacking your usual confidence out of place and shooting your carefully threaded eyebrows into your hairline.  “What?” 

He’s terribly uncomfortable, unhappy with being on the spot.  You watch the flicker of emotions through his face, the ones that creep into the delicate skin beneath his eyes, the wobble of his bottom lip.  Try as he might, he can’t keep the light from his eyes - twinkling stars that bloom like newly minted stars.

“Thank you.”  It’s just that much harder when he repeats himself, edges he builds with his bare hands and a clearing of his throat.

You’re silent for a long while - long enough for the first few plates to be set before you.  You gather up shredded radish and perfectly charred beef with your chopsticks, chewing thoughtfully on the morsel.  Jungkook doesn’t move - doesn’t even reach for his chopsticks - and simply stares at you.  You might find it off-putting if it were anyone but him.

You get through half the bowl of green beans, well on your way to finishing it, when he finally begins eating, deftly transferring little bites to his bowl.

The only sound is crunching - king oyster mushroom tempura, ice from your cocktail - and you’re pleasantly surprised to find it’s not uncomfortable.  A little different, sure, but altogether nice.  Like dining with an old friend.

You finally answer when half the plates are gone, another three laid out in their wake.  You’re careful not to speak with your mouth open - you notice Jungkook doesn’t either - and take a long sip of your water.  “You’re welcome, I guess.”  

Something tells you you’re always surprising him - whether intentionally or not.  His eyebrows have a tendency to shoot up, making him look even more shocked than he normally does.  (Seriously, how big are his eyes?)  You find that funny but don’t comment on it, opting to pop a silken piece of black cod into your mouth.  Your stare never falters, trained on his face as you chew thoughtfully.

“What?”  He’s had enough of your quiet observation, apples of his cheeks reminiscent of the tree in your parents’ backyard.  

“What?”  You parrot back, shameless, dark eyes twinkling at him.

“Y-you’re staring at me.”  

“You’re sitting in front of me.”

The line of his mouth hardens then, tongue rolling against his cheek in a gesture that stands out.  It’s the first glimpse of something rude, something not doe-eyed and innocent.  Oh?

“You don’t have to stare.”  Said with a speared piece of sashimi, the end of his chopsticks assaulting the poor piece of bluefin tuna like it has personally offended him.  

You reach for the same place, knock ornate wood against his, and quirk a brow when he meets your stare.  “Does it bother you, Mr. Jeon?”  The inflection is drawn out, almost mocking, only softened by the smile you offer.  

“That’s not my name.”  The bite disappears past his teeth.  You expect him to continue three chews later but he only goes for another, filling his plate and then his mouth.

“Sorry— Jungkook.  Does my staring bother you?”

It feels a little like playing with fire - holding your hand too close to a flickering flame, curious what it’ll do.  Juvenile in a way but enticing in another.  You’ve never met anyone quite like Jeon Jungkook.

“It’s rude,”  he reasons, glossy eyes meeting yours for perhaps the fifth time that evening.

“Maybe I’m just rude.”

He shakes his head then - dislodges untamed strands from behind his silver-lined ears - and sets his chopsticks down.  (Perfectly matched up, propped against the provided rest.)  “You’re not.”

You can’t keep the surprise away, the emotion threading through your brows to tie them into a little knot of consternation.  He says it so readily, as if he knows you and this isn’t one of a handful of very short, very unexpected conversations.  He’s not even looking away, meeting your stare with a confidence that surprises you.  

It lasts for all of five more seconds before he clears his throat and sips at his tea.  Anything to busy his hands, you think.

“You don’t know that,”  you finally return, after what seems like too long.

“I do.”  He nods - almost to himself - and continues, matter-of-fact.  “You care about people.  You’re… hard around the edges but you don’t mean to hurt anyone.  You want to do what’s right.  Sometimes it means you have to do things that aren’t easy.”

For once, you’re at a loss for words.  Really and truly silenced, unable to articulate anything that might beat back the kindness he’s offering.  

How the tables have turned.

He likes waffles with chocolate syrup rather than honey.  He doesn’t like whipped cream or citrus-flavoured desserts.  He has a tailor he’s gone to since he was a child, the same elderly woman he sometimes calls halmoni because she’s watched him grow up.  He decorates his apartment with the most random things:  limited edition KAWs figurines and the guitars he still hasn’t had the most practice with, one of a kind paintings from the gallery one of his best friends curates.  He buys the most expensive bottles of wine at any given restaurant not because his palate is so evolved it matters, but because it’s what he’s been taught to do.

He’s been in four serious relationships in his twenty-five years.  All of them have ended poorly, though his latest with Malibu Barbie is the first where he’d been cheated on.  (Somehow, you doubt that but you don’t voice this disbelief.)  He tends to lean towards long-term relationships with women who baby him (your words, not his).  He scoffs when you call him a serial monogamist, insists he isn’t even as you list out all the facts pointing otherwise.

“I just… don’t like wasting my time,”  he insists from behind his coffee cup.  

“You mean you don’t like the potential to be hurt.”  

Jungkook blinks at you then, Bambi eyes so big and bright you almost want to laugh.  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”  He seems confused - as if his reasoning is solid, irrefutable. 

“High risk, high reward, Jungkookie.”  It’s something your father had taught you years ago, the crazy old sap.  It’s probably why he’s had three divorces since you were seven years old, but you suppose it’s worked out for him now.  He’s been happily married for the last ten years - the longest relationship he’s ever had.  Youngin is good for him, though.  You like her - even if you sometimes wish she weren’t young enough to be your older sister and not his wife.

“You say that a lot.”

“I mean it when I say it.”

He’s quiet then, shoving a corner of his croissant past his lips.  When he speaks - starts to, anyway - his mouth is still full and you level him with a look that silences him until all traces of the pastry are gone.  “Girls are scary.”

You laugh.  Cackle, really.  You can’t help it.  He says it with a pout, the expression so utterly at odds with the offensively revealing shirt he wears, the smooth unblemished skin of his chest almost too much for such a quiet afternoon.  He glares at you across the table, shoves another piece of the flaky golden treat into his mouth, and waits for you to speak.  He knows you’re going to give him a piece of your mind because you always do, rebuffing 99% of the things he says.  (Sometimes for fun, often with good intentions.)

“Heights are scary.  Death is scary.  Leaving your wallet at home when you’re low on gas is scary—”

“Don’t you have Apple Pa—”

“Don’t interrupt.”  He clamps his lips shut, folding his arms across his chest.  From anyone else, it’d be a defensive gesture;  from him, it’s patient.  “Girls aren’t scary.  Having real feelings for people is scary, but that doesn’t mean you should just stay with people who don’t deserve you.” 

“Not all of us have cheater-sniffing noses.”  

You suppose he’s right but the fact still remains that he’s too nice for his own good.  Too trusting, too lenient, too blind to all the red flags.  Like he’s living life in greyscale. 

“Well, that’s what you have me for.”

The look Jungkook gives you then is incredulous, screwing his pretty face up as if he’s about to sneeze.  Instead, he laughs.  “I’m not hopeless.”

“Oh, but you are.”  You’re adamant, insistent.  He’s more comfortable with you now - sometimes teases you in a way you’d never have expected weeks ago - but he’s still so soft.  An absolute marshmallow dressed in designer duds, a heart of gold wrapped up in a bubble gum package.  

You want to protect him, teach him to fly.  Be his wingwoman until he’s soaring the skies on his own.  

You know it’s not his pride that keeps him from saying yes.  He doesn’t have an abundance of that, far too gracious to ever deny help when he really needs it.  He’s just shy, doesn’t know what he wants until it’s staring him right in the face.  

“Fine,”  he agrees after you’ve stared at him for too long.  It’s one of his weaknesses - his inability to handle attention when it’s laser-focused.  It makes him sweat, prompts his nervous habit of chewing at his bottom lip, long fingers picking at the peach fuzz on his cheeks.

“You won’t regret it.”

Jeon Jungkook has gone on six dates over the last ten days.  You know, because you’ve helped him pick out outfits for each of them, seated at the edge of his bed with your knees folded and a bag of white cheddar popcorn in your grubby little paws.

It’s not that he isn’t stylish - you both know he is - but there’s a certain finesse to dressing for dates, to knowing the likes and dislikes of your potential partner and playing to those.  

He, to no one's surprise, does not have this finesse.  If it were up to him, he’d wear his favourite clothes every day, different jeans and joggers in medium-wash denim and impossibly soft cotton.  He’d swap his Balenciaga separates in and out and stick with the finely tailored Gucci suit he calls his lucky ticket (ew).  He’d live in those stupid two-toned sneakers and barely do his hair, allowing it to become a powder puff reminiscent of old Hollywood movies.

The girls would probably still love it.  (It’s easy to love him.)

“What do you think?”  It’s low-cut black, relaxed in the shoulders and flattering in the torso.  It holds him just right, hugging the muscle that threads across his shoulders like armour, coils around his upper arms and makes his tattoos stand in stark relief where the sleeves end, mid-forearm. 

It looks good— but then again, a lot of things look good on him.  He wants great.

You answer honestly, because that’s what you do and that’s what he has you there for.  To knock him down when his (admittedly small) ego gets a little too big, remind him of his hubris like the summer sun upon his candle wax wings.  “Not bad…”

You don’t even need to finish the thought for him to be tugging the shirt over his head, back flexed, ink-strewn fingers gripping the hem.  

Not for the first time, you’re reminded of just how unfair life is. 

How had Jungkook - bona fide dork, certifiable shy guy - been gifted one of the best bodies in human existence?  (You wish you were joking.)  It was utterly absurd, a complete waste on someone who’d only learnt to utilise his good looks in the last five months you’d known him.  

“This one?”  He’s grabbing another hanger, all but thrusting it into your face.  Medium-weight cashmere.  Probably too hot for a night like tonight but you’ve seen it on him before and it hugs him like a lover, displaying his best assets (titties) and drawing attention to the narrow shape of his waist.  It’s the equivalent of a little black dress.

“Look at you go,”  you tease, mouth full of mirth and popcorn kernels.  “Throw that Juun.J trench you have overtop and you’ll be set.”

Jungkook nods sagely, as if your word is law.  You suppose it is.

“Thanks, ____,.”  He says it in that sweet way of his, eyes lost to the weight of his gratitude.  

Your response is a shrug.  “Bring me back some dessert and we’ll be even.”  You don’t know where he’s going tonight but you figure it’s one of the many restaurants you’d recommended earlier in the week when he’d started lining up his various dates.  You know there’ll be something good on the menu.  

He promises he will as he slides the turtleneck on, tucking it into the dark trousers he’d picked up days ago, and redoes the slim black Rag & Bone belt around his waist.  You have to admit - you’ve done another great job of styling him.  Simple yet painstakingly attractive, playing at all the little bits of Jungkook’s best qualities without outlining them in bright red ink.  Understated but elegant, effortless yet seriously hot.  

Maybe you should quit your day job and become the female Hitch.  That was a viable plan, right?

You’re mulling it over when you realise your walking Ken doll is making toward his bedroom door, wallet clasped in one hand and phone in the other.  “Hey!  You’re leaving already?”  It’s polite surprise that colours your words, stare drawn to the screen of your iPhone.  It’s only 6 PM and the reservation isn’t for another hour.

There’s a sheepish look creeping over his features, painting itself in delicate strokes that you spy past the line of his smile, how the skin crinkles around his eyes.  For a moment, he’s the shy Jungkook you’d met in your store and not the one that now bleeds careful confidence, filling his little black book (read: phone contacts) with names as easily as he breathes.  “I was, uh, going to stop and get f-flowers.”  A silver-lined hand scrubs across his nape, dislodges the carefully styled waves he’s settled for.

Flowers, huh?  Well, that’s certainly something new.  Good for him, you think. 

“Jeon Jungkook, going all out.”  It’s heavy on the teasing, playful mockery lending a warmth to your words.  “She’s special.”

Which you’d figured, given he was seeing her.  Repeats were rare for him now that he’d learned how to weed out the bad seeds, held his hand a little closer to his heart (at least, sometimes).  Since he’d started dating again, this would be the first time he’d be going on a second date.  It’s a big deal. 

“Yeah—“  Nervousness sparks across his face, lights up his stare like the stars in the night sky.  “I guess she is.”

You smile fondly, like a proud mother.  “Go get ‘em, tiger.”  

“I will,”  he promises, looking so giddy it makes your heart swell ten sizes.  

You don’t even think anything of it as you follow him out of his room, bag of popcorn neatly rolled under your arm and your socks slid back into place.  It’s only when he levels you with a strange stare, pauses in the shrugging on of his coat, that you return his look.  “What?”

“Where are you going?”

“Leaving?”  

“Why?”

Wasn’t that the million dollar question?  

You don’t normally leave, usually waiting here at home for him until he returns to give you a rundown of his date (and the promised appetizer/dessert/whatever).  It feels somehow wrong to stay, though, as if you’re taking up space that doesn’t belong to you.  He’s going on a second date, after all.  Soon enough, he won’t need your help picking out clothes or deciding on a restaurant.  You won’t get to curl up on your usual corner of his sectional, wrapped up in the obnoxiously soft blanket you’d convinced him to buy one night while online shopping.

But it’s fine.  Totally, one hundred and ten percent fine.  The two of you are friends.  You’d always expected - anticipated, hoped - this day would come.  Baby boy was growing up. 

“Y’know.”  You answer a second too late and he’s still wearing that odd expression, handsome face flooded with something that looks like disappointment.  It flickers in the bits of his stare you can make out past his fringe, partially concealed by the dark silk that you know feels as soft as it looks.

“I know?”  He never tries to read your mind - knows it’s utterly useless.  

You wiggle your hand dismissively.  “Second date and all that.”  

Jungkook giggles - the same deceptively sweet sound he always makes - and finishes tugging his jacket on.  It fits him so well it should be illegal, falling to his knees and ending just shy of the intricate laces of his boots.  “Just stick around.  I’ll drive you home when I get back.”

It’s something he always does - his way of saying thank you for putting up with all of his first date jitters, his outfit changes, his worrying over how to first approach a girl on Tinder - so you don’t doubt him.  “Fine.  I’ll stay.”

He beams, caught halfway out the door.  “Tell me to break a leg.”

“Go break her back,”  you retort to the sound of his laughter.

You’re almost asleep when your phone starts going off, the vibrations jolting you awake.  It rattles across the glass table, won’t shut the hell up until you’re slamming your hand atop it, glaring at the screen as it lights up with notifications.

It’s almost 2 AM and they’re from Jungkook.  This can only mean one thing.

from jeon jungkook:  Hey. from jeon jungkook:  I’m really sorry but I won’t be home tonight. from jeon jungkook:  If you want to stay over, I can drive you back in the morning. from jeon jungkook:  Please don’t be mad.

Leave it to him to apologise for getting his dick wet - to feel bad about having a successful second date.  It makes you laugh as you stare down at the texts, tap a quick response you know will have his heart racing.  (Even after months of friendship, it’s hard not to tease him just a little bit.)

to jeon jungkook:  i officially hate you

The typing notification gives him away immediately, but the moment you do the same, he stops.  Of course.  He hates confrontation - would rather leap off a cliff-face than deal with negative emotions.  (He’d told you that once, over a night of beer and fried tteok.)

to jeon jungkook:  it’s fine!  have fun! to jeon jungkook:  turn her world upside down 😏

He doesn’t answer after that but the read receipt pops up.  Good, you think.  About time he finds someone nice.  You wonder what she’ll be like when you meet her.  

Jungkook’s third date comes with another third - you.

He drags you along to dinner, insisting there’s nothing at all weird about the fact.  He has to repeat it at least four times during the drive there, head nodding like a plastic bobblehead as he weaves in and out of traffic. 

“I want you to meet her,”  he mumbles, like that makes it better.  As if bringing a friend along to a date with that reasoning means it’s totally acceptable and not on the list of Hard No’s When Dating.

“Don’t you think that’s kind of weird?”  He’s too focused on changing lanes to answer you, signalling before seamlessly drifting over.  (He’s an impressively responsible driver, but that’s unsurprising.)  You repeat yourself.

“It’s not… weird.”  But you have a feeling that he knows how odd the request is.  Knows and doesn’t care, unfortunately.  “She wants to meet you too.”

(When had Jungkook turned into this person who argued with you?)

You somehow highly doubt that.  No girl in her right mind would leap at the chance to meet her potential beau’s wingwoman.  It’s something reserved for official status, when the foundation is set.  Still, you play into his hand, level him with a stare he should recognise.  It’s the one you throw his way any time he’s too nice, gives a mile when he shouldn’t even offer an inch.  (It doesn’t come as often anymore, but it still makes appearances once in a while.)  

“What does she even know about me?”

“That we’re friends.”  His vague response speaks volumes.  The look changes - grows into a glare that has him furtively peeking at you from the corner of his periphery.  When he speaks, it feels like a dead giveaway.  “That I really value your opinion.”

You groan, a noise so loud it rattles around in the car and interrupts the ballad playing through the speakers.

“She’s trying to figure out if I’m competition or not!”  Of course.  It’s obvious.  She wants to know what she’s getting into it before things get too serious, determine if her Prince Charming is really all that.  (He is.)  “I’m not coming to dinner.”  

“You’re already in the car,”  he reasons.  

You note he doesn’t deny your first statement, mouth rounding into a pout that should crush your resolve.  Instead, it drives you mad, irritation bubbling in your throat.

“I just won’t go in.”

“____,.”  When he says it like that, it’s hard to deny him.  Jungkook might not utilise his charms often but when he does, it’s lethal.  Undeniable with those dumb Bambi eyes of his.

“No.”

“____,,”  he repeats, almost pleading.  You can’t look at him.  You won’t.  The moment you do, you’ll be sucked into the swirling vortex that makes up his stare - a million pretty little lights caught in the brown of his iris, so many possibilities you’d lose yourself trying to explore them all.

You last a whole ten seconds before his staring becomes too much, those round eyes tracking you in the rearview mirror until you’re relenting, softening in the way that only he can cause. 

“Fine.”  You hate how it sounds rolling off your tongue, terse and a little pissed off.  You’re not actually mad.  Just worried.  You’ve seen situations like this play out - not that you’ve been in this position before - but female friends and potential girlfriends just don’t go hand-in-hand.  It takes a very special kind of person to facilitate a meeting this early and you are not that person.  You’re ragged edges, uneven temperament, distrust that you can’t help.

Jungkook knows that.  Should, anyway.  You’ve grown close over the last nearly half a year.  

When he mumbles a quiet sorry, turns to rest his chin against his knuckles as he drives, you know he means it.  He’d never put you in this position if it didn’t mean a lot to him - if his own happiness wasn’t somehow also on the line.  (Truthfully, it’s your fault.  All that self-love encouragement was coming back to bite you in the ass.)

You grumble an obligatory acceptance as the streetlights fly by.  You’ve got a reputation to uphold. 

“You’re paying for my dinner.”

“Of course.”

How many times have you pictured this same situation, watched it unfold on your television screen as the protagonist gasps wildly, hand at their throat?  How many times have you laughed at the exchange, snickering into your palm as the romantic interest makes some wild declaration of love and wins the protagonist’s heart?

Answer:  you’ve lost count.

Still, it doesn’t prepare you to be thrust beneath the spotlight, half-dreaming and terribly confused.  

“What’re you doing here?”  At any other time, it might be as reproachful as you want, full of disapproval and sleepiness.  Here and now, it’s slurred speech and the lines of your pillow dug into the softness of your cheek, lashes dusted with sleep and breath freshly minted.

Jungkook’s oddly surprised, considering he’s appeared unannounced at your doorstep at the crack of dawn (not really).  “C-can I come in?”

You don’t budge.  It’s not because you’re about to say no, but because you’re still really tired.  So tired you stare at him for a moment too long, zoning out as you drink in his appearance.  He’s wearing the clothes from last night - the same animal-print silk shirt that hangs obscenely low and reveals too much skin.  You recognise it because you’d picked it out for his date.  

(The one where he was supposed to ask Jiwon to be his girlfriend, you fail to note.)  

You repeat yourself around a yawn, ignoring the way your vowels crash into each other and barely make it to the light of day.  “What’re you doing, Jungkookie?”

“Please let me in,”  the doe-eyed prince at your door mumbles, gaze bouncing somewhere beyond your shoulder, over your face, to the wayward strands that’re the result of sleeping too well.  Everywhere but your eyes.

“Fine,”  you huff, stepping back to allow him over the threshold.  You don’t miss the way he smells - his signature cologne and something else.  If you had to guess, it’s her perfume.  It’s distinctly floral, drawing you into a garden of roses.  You don’t know if you like it.

Without a second glance, you’re shuffling away from him, dragging your slippered feet into the kitchen.  

You move on autopilot, spooning coffee grounds into the Chemex filter.  You don’t bother asking whether your surprise guest wants any - assume he does, because the fiend somehow lives on caffeine - and settle against the counter as you wait for your kettle to whistle.

You’re still so tired you feel like you might fall asleep standing up but you think you do a good enough job of levelling Jungkook with a solid stare.  “So?”

“W-what?”  

It’s been so long since you’ve last heard his stutter that it surprises you, recentres your attention from your own exhaustion and has you frowning.  Something’s happened.  Must have.  There’s no other explanation for it - for how he looks at you, so uncertain like all those months ago when you’d smashed his glass house to pieces.

“What’s going on?”  You’re demanding, full to the brim with concern as you round on him.  He flinches away as if your words have burnt him, leaning into the stainless steel side of your fridge.  

(Silly Jungkook - that won’t protect you.)

“What do you mean?”

The early hour has, luckily, dampened your usual aggression.  He’s stalling, you can tell.  You hate when he does this.  You tell him as much, glowering at him as he tries to shrink his nearly six foot frame into something small.  “You’ve showed up at my house unannounced.  What do you mean ‘what do I mean’?”

He looks as if he’s on the brink of repeating himself, biting it back behind his neat white teeth when your expression grows darker, more frustrated.

It’s impossible to stay dressed in red, lethargy swathing you up like a cocoon and softening your edges.  You sigh heavily - perhaps a little overdramatically - and go about completing your coffee ritual.  Patience works best with Jungkook, you’ve learned.  (Though, he sorely tests your own sometimes.)

With a steaming mug in your hand and the other passed over to him, you gesture toward your living room.

He nods once - a small up and down of his head.  

“So.”  You try again, softer this time, warmed by the heat that permeates ceramic and settles your sleep-ravaged nerves.  You’re seated cross-legged on your couch, facing him with your back pressed to the arm rest.  He’s half-turned to you, coffee cup slotted between his thighs.  Feet turned in, mouth wobbling with the intensity of how hard he’s chewing into his bottom lip.

“I couldn’t do it.”  The words rush out too fast, tumble into each other in such a way you have to take a second to comprehend what he’s said.  Couldn’t do… it?

You stare at each other for a long while, you trying to understand and him refusing to meet your stare.  

When realisation dawns on you, you can only imagine how you look.  It must be terrifying by how Jungkook practically tries to crawl into the cushions of your couch, shoulders rising around his ears like a turtle.

“You didn’t ask her?”  It explodes out, a question that demands an answer. 

He’s staring past your head, unblinking.  You’d almost worry he was a robot if his voice weren’t so damned human, full of melancholy and rounded by his lisp.  “I c-couldn’t.  It was just…”  The shrug he offers is half-assed at best, not nearly good enough to excuse him.

“Just what?”  

“Just—”  There’s the wiggly hand gesture you do that he’s adopted, his ink-strewn hand waving through the air like a floppy chicken foot.  He thinks it’ll earn him a pass but your unrelenting glare indicates otherwise.  He deflates, hand falling back to his lap, clutching his mug like it's a makeshift security blanket.  “It didn’t feel right.”

What did that even mean?  Feel right?  

Love didn’t just appear, fully-formed and complete.  It took work and dedication and the understanding it could all come crashing down.  Didn’t he understand that?  Hadn’t you drilled that into his head?

You exhale through gritted teeth, push breath past enamel that acts like a solid steel gate.  

“Jungkook, it’s not going to just ‘feel right.’”  You’re air quoting, all tact thrown out the window.  “You like her, don’t you?”

You expect him to nod immediately.  He doesn’t. 

“Jungkook.”

“Yeah?” 

“You like her, right?”  

“I think so.”

You want to tear your own hair out.  Instead, you press the pads of your fingers into your temple - apply pressure in hopes of alleviating the tension that settles there.  “So, you like her.”  It feels a bit bad, condescending in a way;  you don’t mean it in any way but supportive.  You just want him to be happy.  “But you couldn’t ask her out because it didn’t feel right?”

“She’s not you.”  

He’s looking at you now, looks like he might have a heart attack if he does so any longer.  But he doesn’t tear his gaze away when you meet it, entire expression warped into something you don’t recognise.  Hope, maybe?  Fear?   

“What?”  You wish it were hard rather than feather light, almost lost to the cacophony in your head.

The hollow of his cheek is thrown into stark relief, the line of his jaw clenched tight.  He repeats himself even as you’re the one looking away, shaking your head as if that might will away the irksome answer.  (It won’t.)

“Don’t say things like that.”  

It’s hurt that flashes through his expression and strikes you right in the centre of your chest.  His face crumbles, brows knit together beneath his mop of shiny hair.  He looks so terribly sad - a kicked puppy, an abandoned deer.  Bambi, through and through.

“You asked why I didn’t do it,”  he reasons in a voice far more solid than he looks.

“I didn’t think you’d say something so ridiculous.”  It’s cruel.  “You’re making a bad choice.  You’re into this girl.  Don’t be dumb.”

His features rearrange, then so do his limbs, entire body lifting from his seat in jerky, disjointed movements.  “I’m not dumb.”  There’s a reproachful quality to his words, a distaste he doesn’t bother to mask.  It’s not something you’ve ever faced, surprising you enough to draw your eyes to his face.  

He doesn’t look like the Jungkook you know.  

When he leaves - sets his cup in the sink and storms out the way he’d come before you have time to stop him - you wonder if you ever knew him at all.

“Okay.  Spill.”

Yejin’s tired of your abrasiveness, tired of having her head bitten off every time she tries to approach you with a question.  You can’t blame her.  You’ve felt like shit the last week, sleep-deprived and generally pissed off.  

All because of a doe-eyed idiot.  

“What?”  It’s less snark, more sigh.  You’re counting down the minutes until you’re free, until you can curl back up in your bed and try to sleep like you’ve done the last four days.  

“What’s going on with you?”  

“Nothing.”  

“Bullshit,”  she hums, trailing after you as you move behind the counter.  “You’ve been in a bad mood all week.  I’ve never seen you this upset like, ever.”  She’s right, of course.  You’ve always been very careful to keep business separate, pushing the customer service agenda no matter what.  “Did something happen?”  

You grit your teeth.  An expletive careens off your tongue when you slam the tip of your finger within the drawer you’d just shut.

“____,”  she tries again, concerned.  

“Nothing happened.”

“See, I don’t believe that because like, look at you!”  She gesticulates wildly, adorned wrists clinking loudly.  “You look like hell—”

“Thanks.”

“—and you’re being clumsy and like, I think I know you well enough.  So just tell me?”

You hate that she’s right.  It doesn’t mean you’ll relent, too caught up in your own strange brand of strength to unload.  (Maybe it’d be helpful.  Probably.  But you’ve never found comfort in other people.  At least, not like this.)

“Yejin.”  Her name stops her in her tracks, hurried and insistent as you pull your coat on.  “It’s fine.  Really.”  You’re swallowing your pride - practically choking on it - as you offer what you hope is a reassuring smile.  “I just need to get some sleep.”  And figure out what the hell to do about Jungkook, but that’s a can of worms you refuse to open and certainly not here.

Maybe at home, over a glass of wine, fueled by liquid courage.  

The bottle of Côtes du Rhône has aided you more than you’d hoped, offered an armour that slinks over your shoulders and drives your fingers to action.  It’s prompted something - started the ball rolling.

(Idly, you think that might not have been a very good idea, but it’s too late to care now.)

“You’re here.”  You being him and him being Jeon Jungkook, hair damp and imposing frame draped in an oversized sweater.  He looks terribly uncomfortable standing in your doorway - more so than he had days ago - hands shoved into the kangaroo pouch of his hoodie, dumb sneakers pigeon-toed as if he’s ready to take flight.

“Y-you asked,”  he mutters, refusing to meet your stare.  At least, you think he’s refusing.  It’s a little hard to focus when there’s this fine film turning everything hazy, the bitter taste of wine heavy on your tongue.  

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

He looks at you like you’re crazy then, though he never quite meets your eyes.  It’s a smart tactic - level you with a look then immediately bounce it away.  It has you coming back for more, eager to refocus his fretful gaze until it’s locked with your own.

“Will you come in?”  You sidestep, give him enough space that he can enter without feeling suffocated.  He still hesitates, takes a second too long in deciding.  “I won’t bite.”

You don’t miss the better promise that comes under his breath.

“So.”  This feels oddly familiar, him backed into the corner of your couch again while you settle across from him.  He hums a noise but offers nothing further.  

This is how it’ll be then.  Fine.  If he wants to be this way.

“You like me.”

He sputters - doesn’t mean to, by how big his eyes go.  He hadn’t expected it to come barreling out of your mouth.  “I—  I don’t—  I didn’t say that.” 

If it were anyone but him, you’d take his reticence as rudeness.  

“Tell me why.”

The poor boy blinks, stares at you full on now.  Can’t look away, locked in the intensity of your stare.  

“W-what?”

“Tell me.”  You sip carefully at the liquid in your glass, swirl it ‘round and ‘round.  “You said that girl wasn’t me but you haven’t made a case as to why that matters.  What have I got that she doesn’t?”  

“You’re serious?”  

“As a heart attack, Jungkookie.”

The brunet swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion.  You think he might say no, outright refuse.  You don’t expect him to start rattling things off like the list lives in his head, answers printed against the darks of his eyelids.  

“You’re funny.  You’re honest.  You speak your mind.”  You don’t mean to scoff but his reasons are so shallow - so easily found in other people.  He must read the doubt in your expression, pushing on to cut you off from doing the same to him.  “Y-you care about people even when you pretend like you don’t.  You’re just as scared of being hurt as I am.”  

For the first time in a long time - in years and years - you feel seen.  As if he’s pulled back the cover of your unpublished draft, memorised the redlines and notes in the margins.  

“I don’t—”

“You have this face you make when you’re proud of me.”  He’s turning his own fingers over in his lap, knuckles white from the strain of locking them together and undoing them again.  “When I do something you approve of or when I make you laugh.”  

There’s something thick in your throat.  

“You make me want to try.”  He clears his own, speaks so softly you have to strain to hear it.  “Y-you make things not so scary.”  

It grows heavier, harder to breathe as you stare at the man sitting across from you.  He’s focused wholly on his hands, too caught up in his words to help the way he plucks at his skin, fiddles with the silver chain that loops around his wrist.

“You know what I need, even before I know myself.  You make me laugh.”  He laughs, an almost choked sound that fizzles and rattles bashfully. “You look really, really good in your work skirt.”  You know the one he means - all black, pencil-fit.  Makes your legs look a mile long, despite the fact that they aren’t.  

You can’t help but join him, a little breathless, with a strange sensation behind your ribs.  Like sunshine on a cold day, filtering past the walls you’ve put up, streaming through the windows that’d replaced drywall when Jungkook had waltzed into your life with his fluffy hair and boyish laugh.

When you speak, you don’t even believe your own words.  They come of their own accord - a defense mechanism.  “I can’t.”

As if he knows - as if he’s got a polygraph going, Jungkook shakes his head, meets your eyes and holds you there with the intensity of his attention.  “Can’t or won’t?”

“I—”

“I’m not asking for the world here.  Just a chance.”  He’s got a peculiar look on his face.  “Don’t you think you owe it to me?”

“Excuse me?” 

All of a sudden, he’s close.  Closer than you’d expect, far closer than he should be.  There’s nothing beyond his expression, the way his eyes twinkle under the dimmed apartment lights as he stares you down.  The scent of his cologne is cloying now, the fading nectarine hint of his shampoo making your mouth water.  

“You kind of ruined my life.  I think this makes us fair.”

You sputter, gasp, make sounds that careen off your tongue and fill the air with nonsense.  You’d ruined his life?  (You’d made it better - made him see the light, you thought.)  You’re working to find your voice, ready to tear into him for this abrupt accusation.

Then he’s giggling, nose scrunched and delight filtering past his teeth.  

“I’m kidding.”  

It feels like whiplash.  You’ve created a monster.  

“But you do owe me, I think.  So why not?”

You only have yourself to blame when you say yes, conceding to his pretty eyes and sweet smile.

Dating Jungkook is easy - as effortless as breathing.  He’s a bona fide dreamboat plucked from your wildest dreams. 

He texts when he says he will and picks you up every night, stamping a kiss to your cheek the moment you’ve clocked out.  He holds your hand and refuses to let go, rubbing soothing circles over your wrist when you’re tired or stressed or annoyed.  He brings flowers to every date - insists on them even when you tell him they’re a waste of money.  He knows your coffee order, has learned the art of the pour over when he wakes up before you.  

You understand now, why he’d stayed with women who were terrible for him (to him).  If you were them, you wouldn’t have let him go either.  Would lock him up in an old tower like your own personal Rapunzel.

(You say that because you’ve been on a Disney movie binge.  He is, unsurprisingly, very into these sorts of things.)

“Open it,”  he pleads, pushing the luxurious pink box towards you.

You stare down at the lid, the Agent Provocateur label glaring back at you.  You can’t help how you laugh, sound bouncing around his bedroom.  “Are you trying to tell me something, Jungkookie?”

Your lover - not boyfriend, because you haven’t had the talk and it’s still new and you’ve never been this careful before - rolls his eyes, pushes the box closer with a huff.  It’s adorable.  

“Just open it.”

You finger the soft bow strapped across the top, play with the neatly cut ends.  You can feel the impatience radiating off Jungkook, feel those pretty doe eyes boring holes into the top of your head.  You take your time even more now, unravelling the ribbon with slow, measured twists of your wrist.  

Whatever you’d expected to find nestled among the tissue paper, this isn’t it.  

You’d imagined he’d be into something feminine, all pristine white lace and scalloped cups.  Something he could brush his cheek against, run his fingers over.  

Tucked within the box is something that doesn’t even earn the title of lingerie, a few flimsy straps bonded together.  Blush pink satin and dressed with buckles, you turn it over in your hands, trying to make sense of the way it all connects.  Surely there’s more to this.  Surely, darling innocent Jeon Jungkook doesn’t expect you to wear just this?

“Do you like it?”  You can sense the eagerness in his voice, that desire he has to please that seems to never go away.  

“What is it?”

“It’s a playsuit.”  

“A playsuit?”  You’re no stranger to experimenting in the bedroom but this— this looks like it’s meant to harness a dog in.  Would it even fit?  Soft as it is, it seems terribly restrictive, made for someone with model proportions and no body fat at all.

He nods, round eyes so bright, so hopeful, you can’t voice your concerns.  “Will you wear it?”

It fits you better than you’d expected.  Or at least, you think it does.  If Jungkook’s reaction was any indication, it’s heaven sent - the perfect gift wrapping for a present he’s been dying to claim. 

The buckles you’d studied earlier - that had taken you too long to strap together - dig into the tender flesh of your hips, the shape of his fingers imprinted along the metal.  He grips you so tight you think you might bruise, left with a reminder of his love for weeks.

“S-so wet,”  he groans, sound dropping into an almost whine as the swollen mushroom head of his cock brushes through your folds.  The satin of the playsuit has been long since tugged aside, stained with your arousal as it cuts into the softness of your thighs.  He repeats the motion once, twice, coats your clit in pre-cum that leaks out of the slit and adds another layer of slick.  “So ready for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

You nod dumbly, drool around the two fingers he’s got slotted against your cheek, ring finger pressed down over your tongue.  

“Use your words, gorgeous.”  As if you can, as if you’re not riding the high of your last orgasm and about to come apart beneath his playful teasing.

The palm of his hand meets your overstimulated clit with a sharp smack, the cold of his teeth bared against your neck.  He doesn’t like when you don’t answer - much prefers to make an effort even if it’s indiscernible.

“What did I say?”  

Something garbled comes, a plea as much as a sob.  Another hit lands, just shy of the pearl that throbs with need and pain, landing instead on the sensitive, already red skin of your inner thigh.  He soothes it this time around, massages your own wetness into the roses that bloom beneath his touch.

When he speaks again, it’s so utterly sweet, tender as can be.  The Jungkook you’ve known for months and not the devil in disguise.  

“You like this, don’t you?”  His kisses are searing, laced with reverence that feels at odds with the way he forces your gag reflex, taps his curved cock against your pussy.  “You like what I’m doing?”

“Y-yes,”  you cry, spit pooling past the sides of your mouth, dripping lewdly across your breasts.  The hand cradling your chin is all but drenched, dark ink thrown into stark relief by the way it slides over his skin.  Jungkook hums against your cheek, licks a fat stripe from shoulder to ear.  

“Good girl.”  Two fingers spread across over your heat, pointer and index sliding over your lips.  You’re spread obscenely - can see it in the mirror that rests against the far wall.  Can see how the head of his cock peeks between your thighs, runs the same path over and over with each languid, slow roll of his hips.  “Such a good girl for me.  My perfect girl.”

Your shoulders shake with the effort you put into nodding, throat clenching on reflex when the three fingers in your mouth flatten over your tongue, hold you steady in place.

“Pretty girl wants more, doesn’t she?  Wants me to fill her up?”

He’s teasing you, the bastard.  Dragging his aching erection against your cunt as you writhe against him, desperate.  It’s amusing to him - you can read the delight in the reflection, see it shining bright like a beacon when he pulls his hand away and recentres it across your chest.  Digits tease at the already pebbled buds, swollen and sensitive from how hard he’d sucked them into his mouth earlier.

“Say it.  Say you want me.”

You do, without hesitation, without fear.  You know he’ll catch you.  “I want you.”  

He sinks into you the same instant the words fall, holds you tight against him when your entire body begins buzzing and threatens to do the same.  Your walls feel like a vice grip around him, greedily sucking in his cock as he slams home, ruts into you like a wild animal.  

Strong as he is, he’s weak to the noises you make - the broken sobs that spill off your tongue and make up the prettiest sound he’s ever heard - and how you feel absolutely perfect, wet and warm.  The muscle in his thighs strain, pleasure vibrating up the notches of his spine, setting every nerve ending alight with its ascent.

“B-be mine,”  he returns, practically begging as he spreads you wide, making you take everything he has to offer.  Heart and soul and stupidly huge, perfect cock.

“I am.  I am.  I am,”  you chant, tears welling along your lash line.  They fall when his rhythm stutters, when the heat overwhelms and you’re coming for the third time that night, crying his name like it’s the only word you know.  

They continue to pour, carve trails down your reddened cheeks as you reach nirvana, wait for moment he’s right there with you.  It doesn’t take long - a few more punishing thrusts into your fluttering heat - and then he’s found his bliss, crying into the silk of your hair, spilling inside you. 

It doesn’t happen how you thought it would - a shy question poised over dinner, sealed with a sweet kiss on the way to the car - but it means just as much.  Breaks you apart as it rebuilds you, fills you up as it splits your seams.

You’re his and he’s always been yours. 

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Best Of Me| Two

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

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notes ~ I did it!!! Omg im so happy I finished it, hopefully the next one are going to come sooner. The first chapters are going to be with a baby oc - im sorry if its boring, but after it we can start with the real plot, the things are gonna get dark. Hope that you will like it, and remeber to give me some feedback - im whore for a comments and ask and beside they motivate me very much

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Cries everywhere. Sobbing so loud that all the birds disappeared from their little birdhouse outside the window. And as funny the view was, a big ball of stress and nerves started collecting itself in the rather calm manor. Reason of all this mess was just one, so easy to notice.

“Jungkook!” Just like a ball of nerves now the big ball of dirty blankets and clothes hit the young vampire, making him stumble a little. Obvious disgust on his face with a piece of distaste on his tongue which just a second ago had been caused by the same thing he now fisted in his hands.

“You didn’t have to throw it at me!” Barked Jungkook staring at the broad shoulders of his oldest brother. Child now a little calmer, however still sobbing slightly, keeping the atmosphere at bay.

“You have brung the kid so you will hold the things he made. Be happy that I'm not forcing you to change the diaper instead.”

Disgust on all of their faces is now being something normal, having kids in the same room as them, definitely does not go well with hundred years old vampires. The only one without a gag reflex seems to be Seokjin, acting like a pro mother, just after her 3rd pregnancy with the next on the road. However all of them agreed with the statement that it was all but Jungkook's fault, which came with consequences for said boy.

Thus now sitting on the couch, five of the ramaing vampires, looked with a bored expression at the panicked and nearly vomiting jungkook. Youngest of them always had a soft stomach, never being the one to clean after disasters, forcing people to basically clean after him, and maybe that's why all of them felt such a satisfaction upon them while staring at the shitty situation.

Literally shitty.

Stumbling a little from the intense smell, Jungkook started to try getting rid of the used diaper in his hands, holding it with his fingers dingling it as far from his face as he could. Maybe the smelly object was not the only thing that should be named like a feces, knowing that a person who should just throw the diaper away, purposefully walked closer than intended to a couch with older vampires, stumbling not that accidentally and making the thing in his hand fly straight to a lap of a reading Namjoon.

A moment of silence, only lasting for a short second. Namjoon was never the one to shout or get mad, rather prefering to act calm and well put together, believing in a peace making and solutions not requiring usage of violence but when the heavy baggage on his lap suddenly started to warm his lap, he completely crushed his persona as well as book in his hands.

“Ups...hehe.” Jungkook laughed awkwardly, knowing well his fate. Doe eyes looked at the tall man, standing a little farther than him, just behind the couch. Jaw tightened so were the hands, keeping the last strings of calmness that were floating on very dangerous water.

“Listen, before you actually do something think of the time when you destroyed my ps4 and

I did not even complain.” Hands just before him similar to the way you would to with a wild animal, and in Jungkook's opinion, it was not that far from the truth, observing how Namjoons jaws nearly crushed from the tension.

“Okay okay, we all need to calm down, It was just an accident.” Cut in red head, standing in the middle of the war zone. It was stupid idea, definetly not the brightes of the sunny vampire, even if it came from the good intentions. Hoseok, just like an innocent child that got stuck in a big people argument, was the one that got hurt in the end.

And everybody knew that when Hoseok gets mad it's the extremity that anyone in this room is scared to experience once again. There is silent agreement between the rest of the brothers that was made after one of Hoseok's outburst, promising that no matter what the devil can’t come out.

The apple of discord laying now upon redhead’s feet, innocent like a little kitten that just waits to be petted, but in this case it wasn neither a fluffy ball of fur and definitely not something that should be touched.

Silence so loud, banging in their ears with an uneven breath. Second after second, rest that were not included in the middle, counted sitting on their heels with nerve wracking feelings.They stared as Hoseok’s shoulders rose and went down with each puff of air from his flared nostrils, neither of them dared to move, preferring to stay in a safe zone.

Just as red headed one wanted to take his first kill, a loud laugh echoed in a room, coming from a little child in Seokjin's arms, that probably just came back from being cleaned up. A fresh smile on its face, eyes sparkly looking straight at the scene.

“What are you doing, idiots?” Asked Seokjin, a visible vein on his forehead, sticking out under his free hand that now pinched a bridge of his nose. His eyes catching a glimpse of the used diaper, right on his favorite carpet. “You had one thing to do, one thing Jungkook.”

“It was an accident I swear on my ps4!” He tried explaining, shaking his arms. Seokjin saw to much lived too long to believe it, everybody knew it but even than they acted like bunch of idiots when something like this happen.

“Namjoon destroyed it, you said it yourself.” Spoke Jimin, sitting on a couch with a happy smile, pleased with himself. Younger's head immediately halted in his way, a look of betrayal on his face.

“You midge…”

“I don’t care, just clean it up, in the meantime me with the little snack are going to cook something, right my little cutie?” Cuted the older while caressing the child in his arms, turning his voice in a baby one. And just like this the scene came to the same point, the only difference was that neither Namjoon or Hoseok were in the room, probably running away as fast as Sekojins came.

Jungkook sighed, squatting down to take care of the said thing. Again the disgust and a feeling of nausea hitted him with a side giggles of his blonde haired brother.

Going into the kitchen he spotted the child that looked at him as soon as he appeared. Little smile and sweet laugh, making him soft and mushy for a while.

“I hope you know that you gave us a big problem with bringing a human child there.” Seokjin spoke, not looking from a cutting board, himself to immersed in said action

Jungkook knew, earlier thinking of it like a mere action, something that they can get rid of as fast as a lollipop wrapper. But it was not, and now looking at the kid, he realized how his careless behaviour could weigh down not only on his family but the whole society of vampires.

“I’m-”

“Don’t just apologize, we need to take care of it as fast as we can, in the meantime doing everything to not harm it. If someone finds out it’s going to be a bigger problem, probably even straining the relationship with human - and that’s something we do not want.” Cuted older, in the end turning around pointing the sharp knife on Jungkook.

It was true, the delicate stattlement between those two societies is still new, fresh and hot, ready to burn anyone's fingers, anyones who is to carless. The today is a better world, something that all of the brothers know, remembering dark times - some of them being not older than mere hatchling then. World was a dangerous place to live in, vampires hunting humans, humans hunting vampires, a competition that never got settled, and they hope it never will.

“Try feeding it and come to the living room after you are done. We will discuss the next actions - good luck.” A little wink at the end, Seokjin wiped his hands off on the way patting the younger's back, harder than normally.

“Wait what?! You are not being serious right now, right?” Asked confused Jungkook, fastly turning around to an already disappearing figure. Cold sweat on his body as he looked at the smooth face of the older, that defended a flying kiss to his shocked self. “Why can’t you do it?”

“I can. But the human seems to take a liking to you.” And how absurd it sounded, the baby really looked at Jungkook like some god, sparkly eyes always following his bigger figure.

“Seokjin! Don’t leave me please, I can’t do it.”He whined, looking for the said man, to his luck he was nowhere to be found. It was going to be alright - he tried to believe in those words now clutching baby spoon, that he was sure they did not have, and a mashed food, looking more like dog food than actual meal.

His Eyes staring right into the sparkly and to obnoxious happy, making him even more irritated. In the end, Jungkook hated little children, being and acting like one himself

Little hands stretching towards him with a toothless smile on the side, getting bigger as Jungkook came closer. That was it, taking a big breath he come to the other side of the table - almost touching the stool where the human sat. Ready and determined to get the task done, treating it similar to a quest in the game, he took the little spoon with some of the smashed food, and started to get closer to the child's mouth.

And as the brothers again started to live their normal life, thinking that at least for now, everything is settled, a very obvious squeal shook the while house.

“HYUNG!...IT WANTS TO TOUCH ME! GET IT AWAY, GET IT AWAY!”

___

All of them now sitting on the couches and armchairs, taking nearly all of the space. Some of the observing the crawling baby with prominent couriousty some of them with disgust even fear, not knowing what future the baby will bring.

Namjoon although feeling the little distaste, knew or better had a plan with what to do.

Smile on his lips not reaching his eyes, however stumbling on the way of eye contact with some of his brothers.

“Okay so, definitely we need to do something with...this.” Said Jimin, look on his face full of distress and disgust resting on the child, that as if it knew of Jimin’s attention looked back full of giggles and reaching hands.

“That is obvious, we can’t keep human child.” Barked Yoongi, the one which rather prefered to stay quiet in those metters.

“Jungkook should take care of it, It’s not my fault he is to stupid to not question a left human on a doorstep.” Smug smile now on Jimin's face, as he gave the side glance to the said male, happy with triggering the younger temper.

“As If you woul…”

“Okay we get it Jimin, it was Jungkook's fault, but still it can affect us all, so try to be at least a little bit helpful or shut up” Interrupted Seokjin staring at both of them in turn. The oldest obviously tired of all of the drama, massaging his scalp, to relieve the tension a little. “Let's start one by one, any ideas?”

Silence, a loud silence throwing the tension to the already burning fire. Seokjin's vein once again appeared on his forehead, making Jungkook nearly knock from a terrifying sight of it. It was pulsating, green and bumpy.

“Maybe let’s put it back?” Asked the quiet voice, Sekojin ready to snap at the stupid idea thinking that some of the youngers don’t know limit of the unfunny jokes, only to find innocent eyes of Hoseok.

“That’s … well that is AN option, thank you Hoseok - keep it up. Any other ideas?” Seokjin’s hands molded into a thump, giving the tired smile to Hoseok, knowing of his still busing nerves.

“Why are we even trying so hard, throw it away i say.” Jimin mumbled while staring at the little child going his way, quickly putting his feet on the couch, scared of a chance of being touched by the human.

Tired sight left mouth of the olders, his vein fading a little - to Jungkook luck, and his hands now clenching his blonde lock. He was helpless, disappointed in his brother's ideas and intelligence. He was sure that, that was indeed an end, his family will be arrested for keeping human, and vampires are going to lose a peace they fighted for.

Everything because Jungkook wanted to take unfamiliar child to their house.

“What about the orphanage that opened like one month ago, can’t we just leave it there?” Cuted Namjoon, making everyone snap their head. Seokjin nearly crying, wanting to kiss his brother as much as choke him for his slow process of thinking.

“Couldn’t you say earlier?!

[i-need-air]

"Dude" — Bakugou Katsuki x Reader.

Summary: Your former bully, Midori, has confessed her undying love for one of the most famous guys at U.A.; you're just venting gossiping about it with Mei, not knowing Bakugou Katsuki is right around the corner, listening;

Warnings: None. Well, Bakugou Katsuki having various anger induced strokes > the normal > no warnings; light crackfic? subtle ending;

Word count: 4.5k;

[ Part 2 ];

"She confessed to him." You grinned, throwing a bunch of fries into your mouth like the absolute animal you were.

Mei on the other hand continued her work on whatever in the world her new prototype, or "baby", was. Still, you had the honor of having half of her attention, which was a compliment to say at least.

She just smiled, shaking her head, leading you to continue, not knowing a blond was quite literally behind the corner, just outside the door leading to the support department, frown on his face.

"She came to class giggling like an idiot saying she's got a plan." You made a face into the distance, remembering your classmate's obnoxious squeal. "Ugh, she started telling the Divas how she's gonna have The Bakugou Katsuki in the bag." An ugly snort left your body, which earned an amused chuckle from Mei.

Both of you were pretty well known to be very good friends, and as much as you hated to admit it, you were both quite the social pariahs too. She was a little bit strange or weird, as some called her, but not for a single second she cared, which was the reason you admired the girl so much in the first place. Meanwhile you've taken the role of the bitch of the whole school by far. Sadly, you were placed in the same class as your archenemy, only increasing your chances of being called said endearing term.

Middle-school was a nightmare to say at least, getting bullied for your looks, the way you spoke or dressed, anything really as long as you were the one being mocked. And who was the one doing the bullying? Midori. Stunning, graceful, baby-faced Midori. Petite yet elegant, a devil in disguise. Whoever crossed her path suffered her malice unless she had something to gain from them.

And now, sweet Midori was in the U.A.'s General Studies, coinciding with you in the majority but not all classes. It had to do with the tragedy that your quirk was so rare that the principal Nezu had to adjust a new schedule just for you. Just kidding, it was amazing. The actual tragedy was seeing her face every day.

Back to your heartbreaking backstory and origin; time made you tough, comments made you build a wall so tall and thick nobody could crumble it. Backstab after backstab made you learn that not everyone has good intentions, but in your loneliness you found Hatsume Mei. So honest and dedicated, so raw and passionate. A good person. The type of person your parents promised you'd someway cross paths with and gain such a strong friendship that nothing could tear it apart.

Becoming friends with her was easy, kinda. It took snapping back at Midori when she started her normal bullying routine on Mei, which ignored it without a care. You stepped in and the rest is history. It did feel good though, calling her a pathetic bitch before turning to the stranger with a cool gadget in her hands to compliment it. And, since she's a sucker for her babies, you had to deal with an hour of sparkly eyes and monologues about her plans and prototypes.

Funny girl, Mei. You remember thinking but the following day you passed by her usual spot to fill your curiosity, asking if she did solve the problem she was complaining about.

"He was the one she was planning to ask out?" She screamed at you, head inside a giant metal gauntlet and the reason you two started talking about said man in particular. News were extra-fresh anyway.

"Oh, yeah!" You shook your head, ashamed to exist in the same general proximity as a person like your former bully. "He's gonna be so rich and famous!" A high pitched squeal left your mouth as you tried to copy her voice. "Poor fucking guy, if only he knew."

"But people know she's a bitch!" She screamed again, repairing or adjusting something with almost all of her body inside the gauntlet. A smile, genuine and soft this time, formed on your face. The pink-haired girl wasn't one to talk bad about others or even care, but it was clear she wasn't particularly fond with Midori either, although the conversation was more for you to vent rather than gossip. Sure it was.

"Like the people from the Hero Department even care about us, the commoners." With a roll of the eyes, you followed. "If he's smart, he'll run away. If he's an asshole, he could use her too."

"What do you mean?" Pink flocks of hair suddently submerged from the gadget, eyes curious zooming on you. That probably got more than 50% of her attention and it was a new personal goal while she was at the workshop.

With shrugged shoulders, your answer came nonchalant. "He could date her and dump her like she's nothing. Would serve her right for all the shit she's talking about him." But the only response you got was a short quizzical look, followed by your exagerated sigh. "She's talking shit about him constantly, but then says he's hot and that his personality doesn't matter anyway. Money, fame, looks. She has a whole fucking life-plan! Then calls him a rabid dog!"

"Woah—" that surprised her.

"Woah indeed! Insane. It's insane. I don't know the guy but no one deserves that shit." When you got no response, you continued your speech, munching in the food with passionate hunger, words coming out almost indistinguishable. "Doubt he'd play her though. He looks like a smart guy. I've seen the Sports Festival—" you picked up your burger, giving it heart eyes. "—and I've seen the news. He's probably a good guy too, the issue is people don't see that and... Well, I understand what's it to be judged... Not many have what it takes to be a real hero but he does. Hope he finds happiness in life." Much talk for someone that doesn't know shit about the guy in particular, but even so faint, your gut instinct was trained well enough to spot malice and he lacked that. "And a therapist." And there's the little shit in you that had to drop a cheeky comment.

Mei's gaze turned downwards and even if you could see her brain do mental gymnastics to solve whatever problem she had in front of her super-eyes, she also contemplated your words with great care.

"He comes here from time to time—" she grins, smacking the grenade looking gauntlet with her weird utensil. "I noticed you two are similar." Your face twisted, eyes wide towards the girl.

Similar how? He was loud, bold with a foul mouth, definitely needed a therapist for those unresolved anger issues... But he was also bright as in whenever he went, people looked in his direction, like he shined; obviously strong, also from what you've heard smart, popular, lucky to be surrounded by kind people. Example being that very nice pink girl that had a joyous conversation with you the very first day of school and, much to your surprise, continued greeting and having sweet small talks with you every single time you saw each other. Or the blond haired guy that showed off a little bit too much and made dumb flirty comments with no bad intentions, the same blond that waved at you with enthusiasm when you'd cross paths. There was the red-head, Kirishima, that was an absolute gentleman, opening doors for you even if you had two functioning hands and smiled so bright it made your corneas burn, or also the dark haired guy, Sero, that you've seen helping literally anyone in need around the school campus with an easy going attitude and gentle grins. Bakugou Katsuki was surrounded by good people, good heroes just as amazing as him and if they liked him, he must've definitely had some good in him, right? Another point appeared in your mental presentation about the brash hero in the making was that he was way too attractive but the wise burried deep inside of you made that particular point dissappear. No need to think about that. Overall you weren't even remotely similar. Not even close. Two completely different human beings from two completely different worlds that would never collide. With that being said, there was the small chance that Mei hinted for you to get a therapist too, who knows.

"How even—"

"I mean!" She screwed something in place. "I mean in your— determination?"

"I wouldn't know that." You muttered.

"He screams I'm gonna be the best every time he's here—"

"Cute..." You vomit that endearment without thinking, but thankfully it got ignored.

"—and it always reminds me of you." A small chuckle left your mouth.

"Don't make fun of me."

"You say it too~"

"I just heal, Mei, it's not the same." Principal Nezu's speech, the speech he gave your parents months into the first year as they found themselves aware of your power made you hold your words. You had it in you. The potential. If incredible people like your teachers, like Shuzenji Chiyo or Principal Nezu twisted things around for your quirk, for how rare and powerful it is, you'd accept it.

"But you're gonna be the best healer ever, aren't you?" She taunted.

"Of course. Which reminds me—!"

"Hmm?" Her attention faded away slightly, but it wasn't a problem.

She cheered, both at you and at her finished masterpiece and proceeded to eat too, passing through the lunch hour without interruption.

"Recovery Girl is putting me on active duty at the infirmary from now on. Finally!"

Innocent pale purple eyes stared into deep crimson ones, furrowed brows covering them.

—

Bakugou Katsuki wasn't one to enjoy being annoyed or surprised and this extra managed to make him feel both things in a short notice.

Everyone around him froze in fear or wonder, awaiting his response without breathing or moving an inch. Meanwhile Whoever-she-was held a pink envelope in front of him, a perfume too sweet coming from it making him want to literally gag in the spot.

Another thing the boy did not appreciate was to have someone bullshit him. His senses were telling him to back off, alarms ringing in his head and those purple eyes held hidden intentions; he wasn't having any of it.

"Fuck off." He snapped, yet his stance was casual as he refused to move out of her way since she was the one that had the audacity to run into him.

Some gasps, even coming from his so-called idiotic friends, could be heard and an indignant Bakubro behind him as he got slapped in the shoulder but he did not care. Not until her lips started to tremble as she retreated her confession letter towards her chest dramatically. His eyebrow started to twitch at the sight.

It was a spectacle for anyone surrounding him.

"What's going on?" Shushes and whispers.

"Bakugou Katsuki just got a confession!" Gossip.

"What!? Who?!" Confusion.

"You said Bakugou Katsuki?!" Shock.

"Oh, she's pretty!" Awe.

"He told her to Fuck off! What an asshole!" Outrage.

"Is that Midori?" Surprise.

"The nerve—" Anger.

"Midori from—" Disbelief.

"Oh, my God, she's really doing it~!" Giggles.

He frowned deeper. If people were to talk about him, they should be talking about all the crap he's been doing and all the lives he saved, not because of a fake bimbo decided to cross his path.

Bakugou wasn't stupid either. With time he knew these things would eventually come in his direction, stuff he'd have to deal with in the future as fame would take over, but not now. He did not have time to entertain this show anyway.

There was only one destination in his mind and she was keeping him in the middle of the whole school cafeteria with prying eyes on them both.

"Bakugou, do something, she's about to cry!" Dunce Face harshly whispered, but turned towards the white haired girl that looked devastated in front of them. "Ignore him! Ask me out, I would never make you cry!"

He rolled his eyes so back in his head it almost hurt. With a need to hurl the food he just ate, he made a step to leave the scene but small hands with claw-like fingernails gripped his arm and he looked at her in utter disgust.

"No, I would never! He—" she sniffled but had no tears in her eyes. He gave her a scowl, trying to take his arm out of her grip but she scratched him in place with her tiny rat hands. "You're the one I love! I—" her bangs covered her face as she continued her show.

"Bakugou! Dude! Do something!" Shitty Hair said, his dumb and blind trust in people buying the act. A vein almost popped on Bakugou's forehead.

"I fucking said—" he pulled his arm so hard she fell on her knees by his side. "Fuck. Off."

Another set of gasps filled the room.

"Bakugou!"

One thing he did not want, even if he could tell it was a foul theater, was to hurt somebody. His asshole act ended at that but his pride stopped him from saying anything.

Glancing to see if she's hurt, Pink Idiot was by her side, helping her up and asking way too many fucking questions.

"No, I'm fine..." she said with such a meek voice he scoffed, also hearing all the shit everyone around him was talking.

"He's such a brute."

"What a mean guy—"

"She's crying!"

"Fucking asshole."

He gritted his teeth.

After the disaster with the League of Villains in the first year, people started to respect him for who he was yet one single, minuscule shit like this and they were all at his jugular.

"I took Bakugou-san by surprise." She excused his behavior to Ashido, which then suggested they should eat lunch together sometimes to make up for the trouble after apologizing in his behalf.

"Yeah, we'd love to have you around! Isn't that right, Bakugou?" The apologetic and almost pleading voice of his blond friend, if he ever was going to call him that anymore, just made him bare his teeth. If they wanted to get played like fools it was their problem, not his.

And that's how he found himself eavesdropping on the weirdo and an extra.

And with a single "Whatever." he left the cafeteria, going to check if his gauntlets were ready, annoyance oozing off him, making the sea of people part from his path. Except he didn't notice you rushing away a little bit in front of him, holding a bag of food, all amused.

Why the fuck was everyone talking about him? Can't they fucking keep his pretty name outta their mouths? With time and without finding a reason why the hell he was glued in place, he listened attentively, his suspicions confirmed and his ego hurt, but whoever was talking about him calmed his nerves a lot. He just needed to put a face to that voice. Just to see who's gossiping about him, nothing else.

—

With a full belly and a whole afternoon to study by Recovery Girl's side, you marched towards the infirmary after you bid your farewell to Mei. There was still time to walk around, grab something sweet for later and save any poor soul that Midori decided to sink her teeth in. It was common at this point, you getting in between her and her victims and taking the hit, yet somehow also being called a bitch by everyone. That's how high-school worked. She did have friends and they spread any word she spat. Vultures.

It was fine though. Hero [Y/N] is there to save the day no matter what. You scoffed at your own stupidity, turning the corner just to step on a leg that was sprawled on the floor.

He clicked his tongue, getting up with no worry in the world, but made no action to leave, settling for observing and analyzing you way too intensely.

"Watch where the fuck you're going, idiot." The man of the hour, the guy you've defended in front of your friend just screamed at you as he dusted off the imprint of your shoe left on his pants. Meanwhile you just paled in place before regaining your composture.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" You said, tilting your head with a frown, already knowing you will not apologize.

Unimpressed by what was going on, even if you truly couldn't point out what really was going on, you made an attempt to move past him towards the vending machines not far behind, but he caught your arm in a firm grip.

You blinked stupidly at the skin contact.

"Heard you were talkin' shit."

Your stomach dropped. Legs almost gave up too if it weren't for his iron grip holding you still. In the silence and at the satisfaction of the reaction you let out, he smirked and raised his chin, only Mei's singing voice coming from her workshop could be heard. Realization hit you. Hit you? Bitchslapped you in the face and left a mark for sure, because your cheeks started feeling heated, tingly.

He dragged you away, maybe to have the privacy to murder you in peace, but your common sense kicked in and you came back from the land of the mortified.

Much like he did before, action you saw with your two own eyes and repeated, you pulled out of his strong grip and stared as he turned towards you, mouth already opened to probably eat you alive.

"I wasn't talking shit about you, dude." You quickly spoke first.

"You don't fucking know me." He growled back, taking a step towards you but like hell you'd back down.

"Don't need to be besties to say what I said." Without understanding why he was so agitated, the only thing left to do after this beautiful turn of events was to defend the honor remaining in you, so you raised your chin to be at par with him. The action clearly took him by surprise, making him glare more, if even possible.

"I don't fucking appreciate when extras talk about me behind my back!"

"I don't give a shit what you appreciate, dude." Your laugh was the complete opposite of his menacing loud voice, like ying and yang.

"Bakugou, the name's fucking Bakugou, you extra!" Bakugou recovered quickly at your snappy self, getting more bothered as you talked.

"Okay, dude." His hands fisted, shaking in place as he stared you down but did not continue.

Silence; the hallway was now filled with silence as he boiled in his own anger and as you raised your brows in confusion. Now what? Was it time to leave? You've never met anyone like him, this was peculiar—

"NOW IT'S WHEN YOU FUCKING TELL ME YOUR SHITTY NAME, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!"

A second passes; two; at the third you're wheezing your lungs out, laughing at the ridiculousness of the scenario.

"What the fuck are you LAUGHING AT?!" His voice got louder just to top your howling. You did not expect that.

Through a sigh, regaining your breath, you say "It's [L/N] [Y/N].", seeing him retreat in his form and cross his arms. He was still seizing you up.

"If you have shit to say to me, say it to my fucking face, understood?"

"I—... Say what now?"

"I—." He copied in a mock, getting an incredulous look from you. "You stupid or what?" Your upper lip lifted, ready to cuss him to infinity and beyond but he continued. "Like about that bitch from before and shit—" even if he still was loud, he placed his hands in his pockets and looked more interested in the way the tiles on the wall were placed instead of your person. "An' like you told the weirdo—"

No time to be shocked at the implied; his last word enraged you, making your body shake with rage. "Don't fucking dare to call her a weirdo ever again."

Like a challenge, he snapped his face back at you, ready to take it.

"Or what?"

"Listen here, fucker—" now that was a nice surprised face he was pulling. "Just because I gave you a pat on the back in there doesn't mean you can disrespect people just because you think you're the shit. You're not. Now get out of my fucking way." With a final push to his shoulder, your mind was focused on going to the infirmary, steam almost coming out of your nostrils.

"Hey, extra!"

Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him. went through your mind, marching away without a glance back. Not until—

"[L/N]! You're a healer, hah?" That's interesting. He stood where you left him, watching.

"What's it to you?"

Someone sane would've left at your tone but this guy walked towards you then showed you his arms, recently scratched. Images came back to you about the cafeteria incident but did not underst—... did he want to get healed?

You scoffed.

"They're scratches, dude."

"They annoy me. Now heal." All the energy you had left in your body was channeled towards the slow blink you threw at him, at which he scoffed. But they did look nasty— and Midori did them. It was a curse by itself to look down at your own arms and remember that face, so the guardian angel in you decided to take control and be the better person.

Gentle fingers barely tapped his muscular arm. Smile crept up on your lips, feeling absolutely delighted at his obvious stiffness at the skin contact and the clear interest in his eyes, specially when the scratches started disappearing into nothing, leaving smooth silk skin under.

"Hey— Wha— Where the fuck do you think you're going?!" raspy voice got lost in the distance and one thought in your head.

"Want a lollipop for being a good patient too?" You mock and his face explodes in all shapes of red. It would've been great to mock him more, enthralled by his reactions, but with that you turned and left, ignoring the tingling under your fingers that should not be there and your stomping heart.

Did he wait all the lunchbreak to talk to you?

—

A long queue was ahead of you, earning the longest sigh out of your lungs. Life was pain sometimes. Mei couldn't hang out, food was too far away, the delicious croissants Lunch Rush made ran out as far as you could see. Pain. Just pure pain.

And disappointment. When you walked away with your food in a bag, maybe to sit under a tree and enjoy some peace and quiet, you saw her. Midori sitting at a table you did not expect. At the same table where Ashido Mina, Denki Kaminari, Kirishima Eijirou and Hanta Sero sat at. Good people. Honest, good people about to get bitten by a snake. If she was there, then Bakugou decided—

"You. Sit."

Thinking about the boy somehow summoned him behind you. Food in hand and bored expression on his face, he passed you not without giving you a stink eye. Indeed, disappointment.

You shrugged, trying not to pay much attention to the pang in your heart as you moved forward, but a voice— his voice stopped you in your tracks.

"You. Get the fuck out of my face." His growl made everyone around him turn to watch, you being one of them. There was no excuse to what came next, no way to run away past it and dissappear. He nodded his head at you out of all people and pointed at the seat still occupied by Midori; her purple eyes big, shocked, running between your frame and the blond's.

Do you know what it felt to be put in the spotlight without warning? Well, congratulations because that was your life now.

"Ba—Bakugou-san?" Her voice, now highed up and meek followed, then a small scream as Bakugou slammed his food on the table. His friends sat there, wide-eyed, but made no attempt to interrupt.

"Did I fucking stutter, bitch? Or want me to turn into a rabid dog for fucking real?"

You choked on your own spit, bag of goodies about to drop on the floor once you saw her horrified face. She knew that he knew. And when her pale eyes, filled with sudden malice, act dropped, turned to you it's when you realized she figured out where he found out from.

Not like you cared, really, but the little shit that always had to poke out every time she was in the same room as you decided to finally show up, making you wave and send her a wink.

"I said MOVE!" now— that growl, raspy and filled with anger startled her. The orange juice in her hands spilled all over her uniform and woke her up from whatever delusion she was in. With zero time to reconsider, every belonging of hers was picked up with trembling hands and she ran away to her group of cockroaches.

A smile was already settled on your face; your brain was storing that whole interaction deep within, ready to bring it back up whenever you needed a good laugh.

Life was pain and disappointment, you say? No. Life was great. Or more importantly, Bakugou was. Not like he needed to know. But he was a decent guy as he proved—

"THE FUCK YOU STANDING THERE LIKE A DUMBASS?! I SAID SIT!" —to be a pain in the fucking ass and the bane of your existence.

You gave him a face then turned to walk away, even rushing more when you heard his chair screeching on the floor. The exit was so close, so near, freedom never felt this great, the sunlight kissing your skin giving you a new hope to live. But not for long because he grabbed your hand and started dragging you towards his table.

Your hand was in his hand and he was dragging you—

Your hand— his big, warm, a little bit sweaty hand—

How could you ruin such a beautiful moment? Eyes on you two, shocked, silence, his adorable red ears being the only thing you could see as he was completely in front of you, still dragging you towards his friends...

"Did you wait all lunchbreak yesterday to talk to me?" You collided into him as you finished the sentence, his way taller form stiffened so much you felt you single-handedly broke Bakugou Katsuki for good.

But when he turned... Oh, when he turned. Biggest deer-caught-in-the-headlights eyes you've ever seen on anyone, cheeks painted so red you almost melted in the spot, lips trembling as his head worked a thousand miles per second just to find a retort. And you prepared yourself for—

"NO, I FUCKING DIDN'T! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU FUCKING EXTRA? I'D NEVER WAIT FOR SOMEONE LIKE YO— ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!" Mina's waving hand caught your attention and smiled at her. Your hand was still in his, gripped harshly as he still hasn't noticed it's still there.

"Hey! [L/N], long time no see!" She cheered, ignoring the living shit out of her screaming friend, like she's used to it.

"FUCKING LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU—"

"Hey, chill, dude. Now let go of my hand, I wanna talk to Ashido." You smiled sweetly, making extra effort to wave your linked hands arond until he finally noticed. He zapped his hand away so fast, like he's been bitten by a wild animal. Maybe even a rabid dog, if you will.

You couldn't ignore your own flustered state as you walked past him, giving him a one up, adding the absolute scandalized face he had into the back of your mind for safekeeping.

"Come sit with us!" The pinkette offered.

"Oh, hey, I know you! You're by Hatsume's workshop all the time!" Kirishima intervened with a surprised face that broke into a grin. "Nice to officially meet—"

"I fucking said." he appeared, sitting in front of you. "My name's Bakugou."

"Ok, dude, but I'm talking to someon—"

"BAKUGOU KATSUKI!" Could be heard from the stratosphere.

Note: I just realized Midori means Green [ fucking duh ] but I'm not gonna change the name or her description. I think her parents fucking up her name was the start of many accidents leading into the Midori we all know and hate. Also, I know you understand. We all know a Midori in our lives. Much love.

Note 2: I keep editing it but tumblr dot com slash Install App on Phone fucks my editing and switches paragraphs all around! If you find any PLEASE tell me, I'd really appreciate it!!!

[sohin-ace]

Josuke & Okuyasu - Magazine

Inspired by that one fanart I can't use because I can't find the artist.

Enjoy~

'Boys will be boys'.

We don't count the times this excuse was used to justify the hormone-driven and often stupid decisions or behaviors of male teenagers.

This applies to our two protagonists, Josuke and Okuyasu who just happened to be at that age where boys were curious about their own selves but most importantly of course, curious about the opposite sex.

They couldn't really be blamed, sexuality was a normal part of a teenager's life after all. Which may or may not imply them oogling questionable things here and there or watching specific videos, for instance.

Josuke and Okuyasu decided to feast their eyes as a part of their numerous 'bro dates' as they called them, and made it a regular thing.

Of course, they made these moments very secret. Only them could know what sinful things they were doing after school. They trusted no one else than each other and nobody should ever know about their activities.

They especially couldn't let a girl know about their shenanigans. Oh no, that would be an absolute disaster if they were to be caught red-handed by a girl from their school. They would have to carry the heavy title of 'disgusting perverts', stamped right on their foreheads for the rest of their highschool years, if not their life.

One day as they got out of school, they decided to check out the X-rated section of a local konbini, section placed strategically in the far corner of the shop, and opened some nice porn magazine for their needy eyes. As one does.

"Yoooo Josuke check this out!" Okuyasu exclaimed to his friend while pointing to one of the pages, already blushing madly and coughing up an impressed chuckle.

"Oh my god!!" Josuke whisper-yelled to his friend, trying to not catch people's attention. "That's hot! You think those boobs are real?"

They kept on drooling over pictures of sexy women in bikinis or underwear and posing suggestively for 10 more solid minutes, completely forgetting about their surroundings.

They weren't really worried about getting caught as the section they were in was pretty far away from the entrance of the store and nobody really passed by this corner of the shop anyways.

As they were in their own little fantasy world, they didn't notice a certain H/C haired female coming up behind them.

"Hey isn't that the red head girl from last time?" Josuke commented as he pointed at a certain picture.

"The one who was licking a cherry? Yeah I think so." Replied his tan best friend who started chuckling.

"Who even licks cherries like that?"

"I don't know but she can lick my cherry if you know what I'm sayin'~"

They both snorted obnoxiously and stupidly to themselves until they suddenly heard a very familiar someone right behind them.

"Hey guys! What's up!"

The boys jumped, screaming high pitched 'Eeeks' and 'Uwahs' at the sound of your sweet voice startling them into the worst heart attack they'd ever experience, threatening to cut their short lives even shorter.

Josuke nearly dropped the lewd magazine from his clammy hands and they both turned around abruptly, sweating bullets as they desperately and clumsily hid the piece of dirty evidence behind their backs.

'Oh no. God, everything but not this...' They both thought in unison, as if connected.

The last thing they could have ever expected or wanted, was seeing YOU, of all people, here out of all places and now, out of all times. They really had the worst luck. Suddenly, getting struck by thunder seemed appealing.

"O-o-oh hey Y/N-chan..." Okuyasu stuttered shakily, still sweating profusely.

"What uh... Ahem... What are you doing... here...?" Josuke continued clearing his tight throat and eyeing his best friend with rising anxiety.

The boys were silently communicating, trying to come up with anything, any excuse to either hide their shameful crime from you, or make you leave as soon as possible. They had to work their so-called 'bro-telepathy' like they never did before.

"I was passing by to get some strawberry milk, but then I recognized your hair in the distance! I'm so glad to see you!" You smiled angelically at them while showing them your little pink carton of strawberry milk like it was some prize.

You were beaming so brightly at them, they almost had to squint at your radiating light and beauty. Oh no this was bad, they were both striked by you like an arrow right through their heart.

'She.... SHE'S TOO CUTE FOR THIS WORLD!' They both screamed in their heads.

You, in particular, should never know about what they were doing. EVER. You were way too pure and too innocent for this. Who knows what your reaction would be if you discovered their lewd secrets? Would you judge them? Be disgusted by them? Never talk to them ever again? They couldn't possibly risk that.

Sadly, they were not as glad to see you here as you were to see them. You eventually asked them the oh-so-dreaded question that they wished you'd never ask.

"So, what were you boys doing? Reading manga?" You leaned over to the side slightly trying to see what they were hiding behind their backs and they both panicked.

Obviously you didn't notice the big 'R18' sign over all three of your heads and surely, you couldn't know what this part of the store was since you probably never checked it in your entire life.

In an amazingly coordinated moment, Josuke swiftly handed the magazine to Okuyasu while walking towards you, passing in front of the Jobro, the action completely hidden from your sight.

Josuke came in front of you and grabbed your shoulders, smiling big and trying to act as natural as he could.

"Aah um yes! Manga! Actually there's this one manga I wanted to show you, good thing you're here!" The pompadour-haired haafu was still obviously in utter panick, even if he tried his best to play it cool.

As Josuke was trying to deflect your attention from their guilty pleasure, Okuyasu took this advantage to turn around and scurriedly hide the magazine back in it's original shelf.

You were confused at their shady behavior and furrowed your eyebrows a little bit. You noticed Josuke was sweating and panting slightly, but your eyes traveled to Okuyasu fumbling with the magazines behind and you tried to make out what he was doing.

But Josuke wouldn't let you discover their evil plan for anything in the world, and so, he cupped both your cheeks in his large hands earning a gasp from you as he almost squished them, and turned your head back to face him.

He leaned down to your height and your eyes widened, puzzled by his spontaneous actions.

"Y/N Look at me! Look at my eyes!" He stared at you with a serious expression and you blushed at his sudden bold act and how close he was.

"J-jojo...?" You yelped as your heart was beating fast in your chest.

You were so confused as to what the hell was going on and why they were acting so weird. You knew the two could be up to some truly bizarre adventures sometimes, but that was just so strange.

Whatever they were trying to distract you from, it was working. His face was so close to yours, and his big hands were so warm, you subconsciously put your small ones over his wrists in response, face now red with blood and adrenaline.

You were beyond puzzled at everything that was happening, but you were so lost in Josuke's ocean blue eyes, you completely forgot about what Okuyasu was hiding so clumsily.

Speak of the devil, the tan male suddenly came up to you both, and Josuke released you from his grasp as his best friend made a surprisingly genius offer.

"Ohh Y/N, you didn't pay for that milk yet, right? Good, it's my treat then! Josuke, let's get some too! I'm thirsty."

The scar-faced boy casually wrapped a large arm around your shoulders and swiflty turned you around in his strong hold, effectively dragging you away from the adult section of the store, and barely letting you any time to even glance at the overly sexual display around you.

"Eh? What about that manga you wanted to show me?" You looked back at Josuke, regaining your composure slowly.

"Oh that? Never mind, it's not important anyway- Hey Okuyasu, do you want banana flavor or chocolate?" The fourth Jojo quickly changed the subject as he opened the fridge doors and picked up some drinks.

"You guys are acting so weird today..." You loved the boys, and they usually brought you into their messes, that wasn't anything new, but sometimes you really couldn't understand them. "I'll go wait in line while you guys make up your minds."

You gently patted Okuyasu's chest who almost forgot to let you go and you walked away towards the cash register.

When you were finally out of earshot, they both stared at each other, thinking of how they just dodged a bullet so big, it might as well just have been an atomic bomb.

"D-dude... That was so clutch man...." Josuke sighed, still swallowing his stress out and his best friend only shut his eyes and cringed before grabbing his drink.

"Just shut up, let's not talk about it..."

"Aaahh!!" Okuyasu let out a loud sigh of delight as he sipped his banana milk. "Man, that hit the spot."

"Yeah! Nothing better than some fresh milk in the summer. Great idea Y/N."

You three walked out of the store and headed back home, enjoying your drinks. You giggled at their over-the-top reaction and handed them your own carton.

"You guys want to try strawberry flavor?"

"Oohh~" Okuyasu gushed before smirking and taking the item from your hands. "An indirect kiss from my little Y/N! Lucky~"

Josuke gasped and snatched the drink as well, snickering when he was done. "Can't say no when she's the one who proposed huehue!"

"Well you both drank from the same straw, so technically you two kissed too!" You laughed at their priceless shocked facial expressions.

"WHAT?!"

"Naah dude, no homo, no homo." Josuke patted his friend's back, reassuring him with the holy expression famous for saving countless men from potential homosexuality.

Okuyasu sighed in relief. "Yeah, no homo! Still in the bro zone, bro."

You snorted at their questionable reasoning and kept on walking when you suddenly saw two familiar faces coming towards you.

"Oh! It's Koichi and Yukako!" You waved and smiled at the couple who approached you.

"Oh hey guys, what are you doing?" The short male greeted with a smile.

"Oh nothing much, I bumped into them in the konbini." You sheepishly answered and Yukako quirked an eyebrow at the two suspicious looking males next to you.

"Really?" She feigned, still staring at them. "What were they doing without you I wonder..."

"I don't know, reading manga I think? I'm not sure, they wouldn't tell me." You tried to look between her and them and they seemed to glare at the girl as hard as she did them.

"Huh?" She scoffed and shifted her weight on one leg." I bet you guys were reading porn again. Y/N I can't believe your patience around those guys."

"HUUUHHH???" Koichi yelled in pure surprise at the revelation and you three widened your eyes.

"YOU FREAKIN- OH MY GOD SHUT UP!" Okuyasu gasped and screamed at the girl who was smirking in victory.

"W-what?" You stuttered and looked at the two visibly stressed boys. "Po-... I don't- ... What??"

"Y/N DON'T LISTEN TO HER SHE'S LYING!" Josuke guiltily tried to reason as you covered your mouth in shock.

"Well it's the truth, right? Did I hit a sensitive subject, perhaps?" The brunette chuckled cutely, infuriating your friends even more.

"YOU'RE DEAD!!!"

Josuke sprinted towards Yukako who easily hoisted her awe-struck boyfriend over her shoulder and ran for dear life, having no regrets whatsoever.

An old one. A very old fic, it hurts to read it. I'm going to go ahead and post some old stuff I wrote just to get them out of my drafts. I hope they'll be enough for my beautiful gangsters.