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A Helping Hand | Jack Hughes & Trevor Zegras

summary: when the boys learn that you've never finished, it's only right that they change that for you.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, threesome, oral (f & m receiving!), unprotected sex, fingering, swearing, mentions of drinking.

word count: 7.02k

authors note: is it really a trevor and jack threesome from me, without @sweetestdesire's help? no, no it is not... all jokes aside though this may be the dirtiest piece that I have ever written? like i embraced my inner slut, whore and everything inbetween while writing this so I do hope that you enjoy it! I know I did so we may end up with the first series of the year with this one!

Nobody truly remembered how you all got there.

Sat around the camp fire with a blanket thrown over your legs and a beer in your hand.

It was these little moments at the lake house that you adored so much. Luke was in the chair next to you, allowing you to send him the occasional whisper after the boys did something stupid.

Tonight was one of those nights as Cole managed to convince the group to play never have I ever, after Quinn’s suggestion of truth or dare was quickly shot down by Jack reminder of how he had to go skinny dipping in the lake. When the boys stole his clothes and locked him outside, it was the first and last time truth or dare made an appearance at the lake house.

You sighed thinking to yourself of a question“never have I ever done the walk of shame.” It was a good one to get most of the guys to drop a finger as Luke had told you about many of their escapades throughout their careers.

A while left Trevor’s lips “that one isn’t fair!” He grumbled dropping another finger leaving him with only two up.

Alex looked at the group of girls that had joined you guys as he had found one he wanted to make a move on “never have I ever faked an orgasm.” The boy swore he was going to do a dance of happiness when he saw the blonde one he had been talking to, keep her finger up whilst the first around her thought about their answers.

Your finger went down hoping that someone else would have a much more interesting story to share than you “are you seriously telling me that your little football player boyfriend was shit in bed?” Trevor asked as he let out a laugh seeing your cheeks turn a shade of red.

Jack turned to you, matching his friend’s curious expression “who is to say it was even with him?” It was something he had never even wondered about before, but now everyone’s eyes were on you as most of the people around that fire knew of your entire love life “she does not need to answer if she doesn’t want to.” Quinn sent you a friendly smile, Luke nodded in agreement with this being something that he didn’t even know about.

You let out a sigh of relief “yeah why don’t we move on?” There was a pleading sense in your voice that made everyone accept your request.

Well almost everyone, as the night went on and people went home or to bed. You were left with Trevor, Jack and Luke “you want another beer?” Luke asked as he got up with his empty beer bottle “please.” You nodded, the older two boys giving the same response.

This was the first opportunity that they got to truthfully ask the question that plagued their minds all night “so was it Jake?” Trevor blurted out as he turned his attention to you “what about the theatre kid before him?” Jack truthfully never liked that one, thankfully he only lasted one summer.

You toyed with your bracelet “if I tell you do you promise to keep it to yourselves?” If it got out you knew half of the people there would never look at you the same.

Hell you weren’t even sure if Trevor and Jack would see you the same way again “we will not tell a soul.” They both nodded at the same time, practically sat on the edges of their seats.

You let out a sigh, rubbing your lips together “it was all of them.” Those words made them freeze “you faked it with every single guy you’ve been with?” Jack let out a shocked laugh when you nodded.

Trevor felt confused “I didn’t realise you were with such shit guys.” Some of the guys had notable reputations too “it wasn’t their faults-” you tried to give them some grace within the situation.

But Jack was having none of it “if you have to fake it then it is on him.” Of course that’s what he’d say, the man prided himself on how good he was in bed after all. You had been privy to hearing the mutters through the wall when you stayed over to see Luke.

The Ducks player nodded in agreement “we won’t tell them if you think they were shit.” He added wanting so desperately to hear more of this “it’s me okay!” Your words suddenly made them both go quiet.

Their eyes went wide “I can’t cum so when I have sex I have to fake it.” Your voice was quieter as you didn’t know where Luke was “and before you ask yes I know my body is clearly broken-” you were cut off by the sound of the sliding door opening from the house.

Luke walked out with the four beers in his hands “what is broken?” The three of you looked like kids caught with your hands in the cookie jar in that very moment “oh just the door of my closet in the apartment.” You quickly recovered, it wasn’t a lie. In fact, it was actually something you needed to fix.

He stared at you for a moment before he nodded “wait until I visit and I can help you.” Luke offered making you nod “sounds like a plan.” You sent him a smile, ignoring the conversation that you had just had with the boys.

It seemed that even if you were able to sleep soundly amongst all of Luke’s snoring, Jack and Trevor were plagued with thoughts. Neither one could fall asleep as they sat there thinking about what you had said.

How was it that a girl like you could have a problem that seemed so unbreakable?

“Just so we’re both on the same page, she clearly has a shit taste in guys right?” Trevor blurted out as he stared at the ceiling “I mean it has to be that right?” He added not even sure if Jack was listening.

Jack let out a harsh sigh “but how is she going got accept that?” He rolled over knowing that he shared the same thoughts “well I mean there is one way we could do it.” Trevor trailed off figuring, that it was the should have been obvious.

The Hughes boy let out a laugh “yeah like she’s ever gonna go for that.” He shook his head rolling over to look out the window as he tried to force himself to go to sleep.

A party echoed out in the yard, music blared through the speakers as you made your way upstairs “I’m telling you that she’s not going to go for it.” Jack pinched the bridge of his nose as he chugged back the remainder of his beer “why not?” Trevor whined crossing his arms.

He took in a large amount of air in when he sighed “it’s not like she exactly has any other better options than sticking to never coming.” Those words made you freeze in front of their door. Why were they talking about you, and what was their potential option to help you?

Your cheeks grew warm when your mind began to travel “because you think little miss perfect is gonna fuck the two of us to prove that she just has a shit taste in boys?” Those words made you scoff, it was a response that was a little louder than you had hoped when the boys went quiet “shit.” Jack was quick to open the door.

Both of them were visibly relieved to see it was just you “care to join us?” Jack smirked at the sight of the irritated expression on your face “I am not little Miss Perfect.” You announced sticking your finger in his face.

It was the response he wanted, knowing you had taken the bait “so why don’t you give us a chance then?” Trevor spoke up from behind the younger boy who nodded in agreement.

Your fists clenched into balls “over my dead body.” You were embarrassed as you stormed off in the direction of your room “on a scale of one to ten how badly do you think we fucked up?” Trevor asked hearing the door slam behind you.

Jack sucked at his teeth “I would lean closer to ten.” He nodded thinking about what would happen if Luke were to find out about what was said.

The night had grown dark as you tried to push the boys comments back to the bottom of your mind. It was something that so negatively failed, especially when you began to picture those two.

You had ended up in the bathroom having a shower trying to calm yourself down at first “fuck!” You grumbled letting your fingers thrust into your cunt as the steam stuck to your skin.

Your body had started to shrivel like a prune due to how long you had been in there. Your body was hot as the image of Jack and Trevor lingered on your mind, picturing how they’d kiss you and morph your body in the ways they wanted to use you. You weren’t an idiot, if they were talking about you then it was clearly a competition in their minds.

The peaks of your nipples throbbed as this clearly wasn’t working. Defeat wasn’t something that you accept gracefully, and that’s why you muttered to yourself as you grabbed one of Luke’s shirts and threw it on. Bringing your panties up your legs as you sent Luke one last look, as if you were checking that he was indeed asleep.

You had to try to be quiet as you knew that everyone else was in there room, and with the minimal amounts of chatter that came from Quinn’s room when he spoke to his girlfriend on the phone. It was the timezones that caused him to be awake, but you knew you couldn’t be certain about the other rooms “shit.” You grumbled landing at Trevor and Jacks door to see that there room was empty. Their beds were made with their sandals missing, which only meant that they were downstairs.

It was a lightbulb moment as you practically raced down using the banister as support. Chatter could be heard from outside and that’s where they were “pass me the blunt.” Jack’s voice was soft, muffled by the glass.

Your feet brought you up to the door as you sighed knowing that beyond this moment if you wanted to turn back, you wouldn’t be able to “do my eyes deceive me or is little Miss Perfect stood in front of me?” Trevor teased, using the nickname that Jack had as his eyes drank in the sight of you.

Jack could sense you were nervous “why don’t you come take a hit?” He offered holding the blunt in your direction “don’t know how.” You shook your head, making him smirk.

Of course, weed was something you hadn’t dabbled in, how were they not surprised “I’ll teach ya.” Jack patted his thigh as he spread his legs open for you to sit there.

He held the joint between his ring and pointer fingers when you sat down “just suck the air in but don’t inhale it.” The middle Hughes boy knew that you weren’t exactly some chain smoker so he had to help you.

You nodded as you followed his instructions when he brought the blunt to your lips. Both boys watched on when Jack let his hand travel up the inside of her thigh “there we go.” He cooed until you let out a cough.

It made them softly laugh when you shook your head “never doing that again.” You announced assuming that it would have done something to calm the nerves that ran through your veins.

Jack brought the blunt to his lips “what brought you down here?” He asked looking at his watch, you were usually fast asleep “I couldn’t sleep.” You confessed wanting sigh when you felt the breeze brush past you.

Trevor smiled at your words “anything particular that brought the late shower on?” It was clear that your hair was still wet as it drenched the back of the shirt that you made into a dress “do you think you guys can really fix me?” The words made the two boys freeze.

It wasn’t something that they thought you would come around to “because if I have to spend another fucking unsatisfactory night with fingers between my thighs I’m going to shoot someone.” Jack let out a soft laugh hearing your confession.

He smiled bringing his lips to your cheek to kiss “you gonna be a good girl for us?” He quizzed you, circling his thumb on the inside of your thigh “let us break you?” He added which made you whimper in response.

Trevor almost felt jealous at how far away he was from you “why don’t we move this inside?” His proposal made your head snap in his direction. You seemed to sense where the boy came from “c’mon pretty girl.” Jack patted your thigh signalling to you to get up.

Jack had never been more grateful for the fact that he picked a room downstairs, which you at the moment seemed to so happily run into “c’mere.” Trevor shut the door behind him.

He brought his hands up to cup your cheeks. A grin plastered on his face as your head tilted in his direction so that he could kiss you. There present taste of beer mixed with the weed on his tongue that he dragged over your lower lip. A moan escaped your lips as Jack placed his hands on your hips “didn’t forget about you too.” you confessed, turning your head so that you could kiss him too.

It was rougher when Trevor turned his attention to your neck. His kisses were hungry as he sucked at the skin “n-no marks.” You gasped not wanting to worry about covering more than your bikinis already did.

Jack finally took a step back as he looked at you “why don’t you show us how you normally try to get off?” Jack’s fingers danced over the hem of Luke’s shirt that hung over your knee.

Trevor nodded in agreement “doll, it ain’t like we don’t see those pathetic bikinis you wear.” His words were sharp, making you listen as you took a step back, “like you want us to know what is under ‘em.” He added, allowing his eyes to burn your skin.

The boys watched in awe as your fingers gripped at the ends of the shirt, you took in a deep breath in like it was meant to give you some newfound confidence. The room grew warmed as you pulled the white t-shirt off of your body, letting it fall onto the floor when you now stood in just a white thong. They both stood in silence, causing you to bite at your lip with your confidence immediately wavering.

You were quick to reach down wanting to grab the shirt, assuming that the boys thought this was a mistake or that you weren’t as pretty as they thought you’d be “let us get a good look at ya.” Trevor’s hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you from leaning over any further.

A whistle left his lips when you stood up straight “never thought these tits could ever have looked better than when they were in those bikinis.” His voice was a low growl, letting his fingers cup at your breasts before he gave them a squeeze.

The feeling made a moan get caught in your throat “god imagine what she’s hiding under those panties?” Trevor turned to Jack, not letting his hands move from your boobs that his thumbs began to massage.

Possibilities felt endless “you wanna let us see?” Jack asked making you nod. Trevor kissed at your neck whilst you locked your fingers into the sides of your panties.

The fabric brushed against your skin when Trevor looked down to see your bare mound “don’t know how any of those boyfriends of yours used to let you leave them.” He sighed pressing a kiss against your cheek.

Jack nodded in agreement “if we had a say you’d always be around ready for us.” Those words made you squirm and force your thighs together.

Neither one of them were an idiot, easily sensing the effect they had on you “can you sit on the bed for me sweet girl?” Jack cooed tilting your jaw up to him so that he could kiss you.

That kiss helped settle some of your nerves as you nodded. You sat on the edge of Jacks bed “higher.” Trevor motioned to you to move higher up the bed.

You drove your hips up until you got sat in the middle of his bed “now why don’t you show us how you get off?” After all that was the entire reason that you were there so it made sense they watched you first.

When you lay down on the bed the boys looked at you like you were the sight for sore eyes “c’mon you can show us.” Trevor’s voice oozed this sense of cockiness as he motioned to you to start, brushing those waves of uncertainty aside.

Your heels pushed up to your ass as you spread your lefs open, seeing the boys stare back at you “need to make it wet.” You whimpered feeling Jack kneel into the bed.

He took two of his fingers to spread your folds open, saliva pooled in his mouth before he let his spit fall onto your cunt. It ran down your clit making you squirm “that enough?” Jack asked standing back up straight as you nodded.

You brought your fingers down your stomach and to your slit. The two fingers rubbed over your sensitive nub making the boy’s pants grow tight, your fingers travelled to your cunt as you let them thrust into the hole. The pace you used seemed to be a happy medium using Jack’s spit as some kind of lube that let your fingers create a squelching sound.

Jack felt his throat grow tight “you think that you add another finger?” He could see how your eyes stuck on his now-formed boner “you want some encouragement?” The boy smirked when you nodded.

Neither one hesitated to drop their pants as they pulled their cocks out of their boxers “can’t fit.” You shook your head watching as your mouth watered seeing them palm their members.

Trevor sucked at his teeth “know you can do it.” He encouraged but still that didn’t seem to be enough.

Your free hand went up to cup your boob, going tease your nipple that had been throbbing since it felt the cool air of Jack’s room “need help.” You pleaded, only ever having two fingers in your hole. Even the guys you dated seemed to stop at two, thinking that it was the perfect number.

Jack took his precum over the head of his cock as he rubbed it down his length “why don’t you pick who.” If he had it his way he wouldn’t have even given Trevor a chance to get you first.

When your eyes didn’t leave the Devils players it seemed your answer was written on the walls “no hard feels right?” He smirked tucking his cock back into boxers before he joined you on the bed.

You sat up letting your back rest against his headboard “gonna relax f’me okay?” Jack asked watching you pull your own fingers from your cunt “okay.” You nodded letting your eyes shut when his thumb circled your clit.

In the beginning he opted to start easy, with two fingers it was only slightly bigger than what you could fit in yourself “shit.” You whimpered letting your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

His fingers grazed the spongey area of your cunt “uh huh baby want to hear you.” Jack kissed at your neck wanting to hear you scream “feels good.” You confessed making him nod.

Jack pressed these opened-mouthed kisses on your jaw as he felt you clench around him “you see how hard you make him?” The Hughes boy turned his eyes to Trevor who palmed his cock at an even quicker pace “feel how hard you make me?” Jack brought your hand with his free one over his boxers.

You took the time to feel his hard appendage and with that, Jack slid a third finger into your cunt “fuck!” Your toes curled at the new sensation.

Jack lowered his head to your boob letting his lips wrap around your nipple “right there.” Your head rested against the cool wood behind you.

His fingers felt every inch of you, the way your cunt clenched around his digits that attacked your needy hole “think you should get her clit Z.” Jack’s words made you whimper as you saw the boy’s swollen red tip look desperate for more of your attention “such a pretty girl ain’t she?” Trevor nodded, joining you on the other side of the bed.

But he didn’t take the liberty of tucking himself away as he let his fingers tap on your lower lip “and a good listener too huh?” He teased watching your mouth suck at his fingers.

He was forced to pull them out, not wanting to get too carried away “don’t stop.” There was a feeling you had never felt as Jack curled his fingers in this come hither motion. Trevor added to it letting his fingers drop down between Jacks hand and your clit. His calloused fingers were rough “fuck!” You called out watching Trevor drop his face to your chest.

The boy clicked his tongue “look at this poor fucking tit all ignored.” He sighed not giving you a chance to respond as he too wrapped his lips around your other nipple.

Looking down it was a sight of dreams as each boy sucked at your nipples, working in tandem on your clit and your cunt “I feel funny.” You confessed making them both look at each other.

It was encouragement for them to increase the pace of their fingers as Trevor rubbed your clit faster and Jack increased the pace of his thrusts “I think I’m gonna.” You trailed off with wide eyes as your body began to shake not sure if the pleasure was coming from your nipples, clit or cunt, or even a mixture of all three.

Jack made a muffled grunt against your nipple that sent you over the edge, your face scrunched your face up letting your head jolt. Your cunt clenched around Jacks fingers as your body didn’t stop squirming. The boys didn’t stop there though as they brought you through your orgasm.

The Hughes boy let his fingers begin to slow as your release didn’t seem to grow any sloppier around his digits “shit baby.” Jack let your nipple drop from his mouth with a pop. Your chest heaved as you nodded enough.” You whimpered feeling them retract their fingers away from you as Trevor finally let your other breast go.

Trevor and Jack looked at the sight that you were in front of them “why don’t you taste yourself.” Jack offered his fingers bringing them into your mouth “so you can remember your first orgasm.” He added as Trevor had a devilish look in his eyes.

You went to turned your attention to the other boy whilst still sucking on Jacks fingers “I want a proper taste.” Trevor announced settling in between your legs.

Your body was still sensitive and Jack was able to pick upon that “hey pretty girl.” His voice was soft, his fingers gripped at your jaw turning your head in his direction.

His eyes caught yours “don’t worry about him right now?” Jack reassured you as Trevor kissed at your thigh “you want to still feel so good right?” Trevor asked wrapping his arm around your thigh when he blew against your cunt.

The sensation made you squirm “please.” You nodded switching your gaze between both boys “a guy ever eaten this pretty cunt before?” Trevor ran his finger down your slit when he pressed a kiss against your other thigh.

Jack focused his lips against the hollow of your collarbone “none.” But that wasn’t to say that you never wanted it, the guys you were with just wanted it to be you who went down on them “can’t believe you fucking thought you were the problem.” Jack clicked his tongue watching your eyes stick on Trevor.

The boy mindlessly stared at your cunt, like he had never seen something so glorious “kiss?” You pleaded looking at Jack who couldn’t help but nod at you.

His fingers gripped at your jaw as he started kissing you slowly at first. Trevor felt his cock throb watching the scene unfold in front of him. Jacks tongue ended up in your mouth and the Ducks player decided he couldn’t be the only one not having any fun.

Trevor wrapped his other arm around your bare thigh, allowing your feet to settle on his shoulder blades “fucking hell.” His voice barely above a whisper before his head dropped against your cunt.

His mouth latched over your clit first making you moan into Jacks mouth “such a sweet cunt.” Trevor moaned sending shivers up your spine. The boy let his tongue travel to your weeping hole, his nose grazed your clit as he thrusted his tongue in against your walls.

Your head fell back as Jack looked down “be a good girl and look at how good Z his making you feel.” He sucked at your earlobe making you whimper.

Trevor’s eyes locked onto yours, his arms slightly loosened around your legs allowing you to drive your hips close to him “fuck z.” You moaned feeling Jack cup your tits once again “Jacky you’re missing out here.” Trevor confessed placing his thumb on your clit before he went back to fucking you with his tongue.

Your eyes screwed shut as you felt Jack softly laugh against your skin “don’t have to worry because we’ve got plenty more in ya.” He looked at you through his devilishly long lashes “don’t we baby?” Jack asked as he sucked at your jaw.

Silence swallowed you up when pleasure lulled in your ears. Trevor had been paying attention which made him scoff “he asked you a question doll.” The boy cupped his hand as he lay a smack against your cunt.

The movement made you jolt when your eyes burst open “ahh,” you whimpered almost folding your body over “‘m sorry.” You apologised letting your lips form a pout.

Trevor accepted the apology as he continued. He pressed a kiss against your clit “we just want you to be a good girl.” He sighed licking a stripe down your slit.

Your thighs tensed around his head “because we don’t have to punish you then.” Your cunt clenched around his tongue as it lolled back into your hole “just wanna make you feel so good tonight.” Jack confessed going back to kissing your lips as you quickly became like a drug to him.

There was the slightest scent of your perfume that was still on your skin that invaded his nostrils “please.” You nodded practically feeling like a brand new woman as the boys focused on you.

Jack nodded running his fingers over your collarbone “c’mon sweet girl.” Jack cooed as you bit at your lip “you let this house hear you or else we’re gonna stop.” He warned squeezing your cheeks in his hand.

Trevor pulled his tongue from your entrance before he let it lay flat running against your clit “seems like little miss perfect wants that.” Trevor taunted latching his lips around the sensitive nub.

Jack gasped toying with your nipple between his fingers “you want Lukey to see what we are doing to his best friend?” The image made your voice quiver “h-he can’t.” You whimpered shaking your head.

The boy between your thighs smirked “shame to keep this pretty pussy a secret.” Trevor sighed pressing a kiss against your clit “when she’s all soaked for us, it’s better to keep it our think no?” Jack asked pressing a wet kiss against your throat when you arched your back.

The Ducks player let his tongue swirl around your sensitive nub, creating a healthy rhythm that caused your thighs to squeeze against his head “all for you.” You nodded with your voice turning breathy, almost angelic to the duo.

Those words went straight to the boys cocks that they were still so desperate to just let burst out, letting it soak your skin “can’t believe you tried to act like you were too good for us.” Jack pinched at your side making you jolt “I’m sorry.” You cried, your throat feeling raw as your heels pushed against Trevor’s shoulder blades.

Jack smiled raking his fingers through your hair “‘s okay.” He mumbled pecking your lips “all that matters is that you’re here now.” Jack kissed you harder that time when your nails dug into his thigh.

Trevor let his lips go from your clit as you whimpered not aware of how that hurt him more to stop than you could have known “please she’s been wanting to be a dumb little slut for us.” Trevor’s words were rough as he thrusted his fingers into your cunt.

His were longer than Jacks but they weren’t as smooth either “please.” You begged clenching your walls around his digits “please what?” Trevor softly bit that the inside of your thigh.

Your eyes almost rolled back into your head while Jack kissed at your shoulder “make me cum.” You whined wanting nothing more than to feel the high you felt earlier on “how can I say no to that.” Trevor clicked his tongue as he went back to sucking at your clit.

His fingers did this scissoring motion stretching you out around him. The squelching noises echoed against the walls of the room, mixing with the sounds of your moans that slipped through Jacks kisses “such a spoilt girl ain’t ya.” Jack saw the sweat that formed on your stomach.

You nodded whimpering against him “want you to cum really good for him okay?” Those words made your toes curl as the coil tightened in your stomach “can I?” You nodded not knowing it was possible for you to do it again.

Trevor nodded refusing to slow down his thrusts as he grinded his hips into the bed beneath him. Words left your lips in a shaky chant “please fuck please.” You begged squirming as he didn’t relent running his tongue over your clit.

You huffed shaking your head “c’mon sweet girl you can let go.” Jack egged you on kissing your lips, swallowing the moans from your mouth.

Your legs shook when Trevor fingered you through your high, your release coating his fingers when the coil snapped in your stomach “shit, holy shit.” Your chest heaved letting your fingers tug at Trevor’s hair to pull him off of you.

His fingers dropped from your cunt went you kissed him. Your release shone on his chin “fuck.” Trevor moaned feeling your tongue brush against his, your walls clenched around nothing as you knew it was the taste of your pussy on his tongue.

Jack grunted from beside you as you turned back to look at him. There was a smile on your lips “you ready for one more?” He asked pushing your hair out of your face when you nodded.

It made Trevor laugh “of course she is.” He mumbled tugging at the hair on the nape of your neck so that he could kiss you again. You felt as if the wind was knocked out of you with the amount of passion in it.

A moan escaped from your lips “wanna taste you.” Your confession made his cock throb “how can I say no when a little slut asks me so nicely?” He nodded cupping your jaw as he smiled.

Jack gripped at your sides “gonna let me fuck you while he does that?” Those words made you nod.

You weren’t entirely sure how it happened but before you knew it Jack was on the end of the bed with his legs hanging over. You were hovering over his hips and of course Trevor stood over you, taking in the sight that you were through your thick eyelashes “remember when you thought you were too good to entertain us?” Trevor taunted you like those words hadn’t been spoken mere hours ago.

You nodded feeling Jack kiss your shoulder blade “well I think it’s time you give us an apology for being such a fucking brat.” His words were harsh as Jack dragged the head of his cock against your clit “I’m sorry Trevor.” Jacks hand held your hip stopping you from sinking into his cock.

Trevor laughed shaking his head “you gotta do a whole lot better than that.” His fingers brushed through your hair “and that’s gonna start with you getting on his dick okay?” You were eager to please them both.

Jack let out a grunt “condom?” He asked when your head leaned against his shoulder “on the pill.” Your words made him gasp finally letting your cunt sink down on his cock.

The ducks player smirked watching how your jaw went slack “shit this cunt is-wow.” Jack let his teeth gnaw at your shoulder blade.

Neither one of you moved, taking the chance let your walls stretch around his cock. Trevor palmed himself watching how your eyes screwed shut enjoying how the boy felt inside of you “gonna have to try it one day too.” He nodded as you finally started lifting yourself up against Jack “you ready f’me to fuck you huh?” Jack asked, your head bobbed with your one hand resting on his thigh your nails digging into his skin.

Jacks blue orbs burnt into the back of your head “this cunt is so perfect god.” He barked wrapping his one arm around your waist to keep your back flush against his chest “don’t stop.” The Devils player drunk in your whimpers while you squirmed.

He adjusted his legs so that you had spread yours around his. Letting the feelings of pleasure soak over you, not sure how much more of him you could actually take. A grunt came from in front of you, reminding you that it wasn’t just you and Jack in that room.

Trevor’s precum oozed out of his cock and you swore you could see a smirk on his face when your mouth watered “you wanna suck my cock?” He asked watching you nodded.

His breath grew short when you used your tongue to spread his liquid around his length “shit this mouth is-” Trevor cut himself off as you took more of his cock in your mouth.

His fingers messily tugged at your hair forming a loose pony at the back of your head, encouraging you to work his cock between your lips “you want more?” He asked seeing how you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

Jack had settled into a rhythm he liked unintentionally knocking your hand off of him. This cause you to reach out at Trevor’s thighs “fuck.” Both boys spoke through gritted teeth as Trevor’s cock hit your throat causing tears to spill from your eyes when you clenched around Jacks cock.

The ducks player watched how you worked your tongue on the underside of his length “don’t stop pretty girl.” He nodded hearing the squelching of your cunt as Jack fucked you “yeah sweets we wanna use you proper.” Jack cooed gripping at your hip, pinching at the skin.

You moaned around Trevor almost toppling him over “think you like the idea of us using you.” His words were full of desire, fantasies forming in his mind wanting to go through with them in that moment.

Sweat stuck to your skin, turning you into a whimper mess “god you’re such a cock hungry slut.” Trevor muttered tugging at your hair eliciting another moan from your lips

The sensation made his eyes screw shut “fuck I’m gonna cum.” Trevor response was mangled, Jack started chasing his own high that was quickly approaching when he heard that message “you gonna let me make a mess in this pretty little mouth of yours?” He brought his one hand forward from your hair.

His thumb brushed against your cheek “mhm.” Tears streamed down your cheeks while your eyes darted up to his.

Trevor’s movements increased fucking your face as if you were his own hand. He took that moment before he became undone. His hand held you in place so his release hit the back of your throat all at once.

Your throat gagged at the new sensation causing his cock to twitch before he went lax letting go of your hair. You hollowed out your cheeks as you let your lips swallow every last drop of what had been on his skin cleaning him up in the process.

Gasps escaped from your lips causing droplets of his release to drip out of the side of your mouth “don’t go making a mess now.” Trevor clicked his tongue catching it with his thumb before he brought it into your mouth.

Your lips wrapped around his digit swirling your tongue around it like it was his cock all over again “fuck I’m gonna make a mess in this pussy.” Jack announced feeling that he was close.

His pace turned animalistic and if Trevor wasn’t in front of you, you swore you would have fallen over “such a tight cunt.” The boy moaned with his eyes glued to the way your folds swallowed his cock.

Trevor felt himself grow hard again “such a pretty little cock drunk slut ain’t ya?” He asked watching your eyes grow glassy “yeah.” You cried hearing how your thighs slapped against Jack with every thrust of his cock.

He almost felt as if he could feel your guts he was so deep, touch places you didn’t even know were in you “needed you both so bad.” You were surprised you were able to form a coherent sentence “knew you were always gonna be so desperate for us.” Trevor almost laughed watching your head bob as you nodded along.

Your mouth watered seeing how his cock still oozed while his hand ran along the underside of it “you wanna feel this too pretty girl?” It was almost the sweetest thing he had said that night.

It seemed to throw you off as you chewed at your lip sensing you were close “or maybe we should stop until this little slut remembers how to talk.” The threat held no weight as Jack was far too close with your walls squeezing his cock to let you off of him, but that wasn’t something that you considered “please Z.” Your moan sounded like you were a pornstar letting the whimpers of desperation escape from your throat.

Trevor crouched down pumping his cock once more before he let the head sit in your clit “shit doll you like that?” Jack asked feeling you clench around him “so good.” You nodded letting your head fall against his shoulder.

The sight was something Trevor swore should have been in the Louvre. His cock dragged over your clit matching the pace of Jacks thrusts. The Hughes boy was desperate to get you to cum first because he knew that the moment he finish he was a goner.

Trevor begun to kiss at your throat which he now had the perfect spot to do as such “go on.” Trevor mumbled sucking at your sweet skin “make a mess on Jacky boys cock.” Your breathy gasps filled the room as your eyes screwed shut.

Jack grunted from behind you “yeah baby make a mess for me.” Between Jacks cock fucking you senseless, Trevor’s cock against your clit and now both boys marking up your throat you were done.

You shuttered out a cry while your face contorted letting tears fall from your shut eyes as your orgasm ripped through you. Neither boy stopped what they were doing, wanting to guide you through your orgasm “shit shit so good!” Jack sputtered out feeling your cunt clench around him.

His eyes practically rolled back into his head as his cock shot warm sticky ropes of release into your cunt “fucking hell.” Trevor softly laughed against your throat when the younger boy lulled his thrusts before he kissed your shoulder.

Your chest heaved trying to catch your breath you lay against Jack slowly coming back to, before you softly clenched around him remembering that he was still there “you with us baby?” Jack asked brushing your hair out of your face.

You nodded gripping onto Trevor’s arm to help yourself up “damn.” Jack mumbled looking down at where you had been sat. A mix of your release and Jacks oozed out of your cunt and down the inside of your thigh as you used Trevor to support you.

Trevor’s eyes followed Jacks before he let out a soft gasp “you know you could do that?” His hand squeezed at your hip before he set you on the bed next to the devils player.

You shook your head “do what?” You asked growing confused “this broken girl just squirted.” Trevor scooped the release that had fallen before he thrusted his fingers into your cunt once more “we can’t have you forgetting about this now can we?” He asked watching your hand try to wrap around his wrist to stop him.

Jack smirked seeing how you dropped back onto the bed, allowing your face to contort as you felt with a mix of pleasure and overstimulation “silly girl this summer is only just getting started.” The devils player nipped at your ear knowing that you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Because here is to the summer you’ll never forget.

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munson-blurbs · 1 day ago

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We're a month away from Valentine's Day and I was hoping/begging for you to write something very heartbreaking or angsty with Eddie, maybe something where she finally has the courage to confess her feeling for him and he rejects her for another girl who's prettier and cuter. Idk I just want to cry and feel sad on Valentine's Day, please ❤

TW: hurt/no comfort, dead dove don't eat, best friend!Eddie, rejection, angst, Reader wears a dress, smut (18+ only, minors DNI).

WC: 1.2k

Divider credit to @saradika

“Can I ask you for a huge favor?”

Eddie Munson turned from the TV, eyes wandering to keep an eye on the screen as Shelley Duvall swung her bat at Jack Nicholson. “Shoot,” he said through a mouthful of popcorn.

This was it. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself to say the words aloud.

“I know you hate dressing up…and school…and, well, people,” you started, relief flooding your chest when he smiled at your joke, “but I was hoping you’d go with me to the prom? As friends,” you hurriedly reassured him.

His smile faltered, butter-greased lips forming a grimace. “The prom? Seriously?” Eddie blew out a breath. “You do realize I’ve made it through almost six years of high school and never once went to those stupid dances.”

“I know. It’s just…I can’t go alone. The school has that antiquated rule about needing a date.”

“You should tell them to suck it.” Eddie tossed a piece of popcorn in the air. It missed his mouth, bouncing off of his chin and landing on the floor. “Just show up solo. It’s not like they’ll kick you out.”

God, just the thought of it—the humiliation of being turned away at the door, your beautiful dress all for naught—sent a preemptive flash of heat through your veins.

“Please, Eddie. Think of it as paying me back after all of the times I let you copy my homework.”

He sighed. “Okay, okay. I’ll go. But only because you’re my best friend, and it would kill me to watch you moping around the place for the next two months.”

Without thinking, you flung your arms around him, nearly knocking over the popcorn bowl in the process. But as soon as he hugged you back, you couldn’t be bothered to care. Everything just felt so right when he held you.

Just last week at Hellfire, he’d slung an arm over your shoulder and congratulated you on casting the fireball that defeated the demogorgon. You’d practically leapt out of your skin at the weight of his forearm against you, fighting the urge to thread your fingers with his. How natural it might be.

That longing grew even stronger as prom night approached. When you picked out your prom dress, you couldn’t help but twirl in front of the mirror and imagine Eddie’s hands on it. Every conversation about corsages and boutonnieres sent a giddy wave rushing through your body.

The moment that left you spinning was when Gareth teased Eddie about slow dancing. You expected Eddie to launch a pretzel across the table, aimed squarely at Gareth’s forehead. Instead, he blushed.

Blushed.

“Shut up, man,” he grumbled. “You know I don’t do that shit. If I can’t headbang to a song, it’s not even worth listening to.”

You spent the rest of lunch imagining swaying to a slow beat, Eddie leading. His lips would brush against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine, as he murmured something about how beautiful you looked.

Then his lips would travel down your jawline, placing kisses in a trail to your own mouth. And everyone else in the decorated school gym would fade into the background, shrouded in a haze that kept you and Eddie in your own world…

Except you were going as friends. Friends. Nothing more. You had to remind yourself of that fact, had to shove down the burgeoning hope that kept rising to the surface.

Eddie’s van stuck out among the Beemers and limousines that filled the high school parking lot. It didn’t matter to you; it never did, not even when the engine backfired or the axles squealed. So long as Eddie was your date, you didn’t care if you’d pedaled to the prom on a tandem bicycle.

Green, white, and orange streamers hung from the gym ceiling, brushing against the matching balloon towers every so often. A band played some song from the sixties that your parents played on their record player, though you couldn’t quite place the tune.

“This already blows,” Eddie mumbled, snaking a hand through his curls. “You really owe me, y’know that? This is worth much more than homework answers.”

You bit back a snarky comment. Tonight was a special night. Maybe Eddie just needed time to enjoy it. To appreciate it. To appreciate you, in your off-the-shoulder floral dress with your makeup styled just right.

He loosened his bowtie the second he sat down for dinner: some baked chicken and wilted lettuce leaves that constituted a salad. Perhaps not the best way to convince him that the prom was worth his time.

“I need a cigarette.” He blew out a breath and stood up, the chair screeching behind him. “Let me know if I win Prom King.”

You offered a weak smile at his joke and watched him walk away. He’d be back soon, with plenty of time for a slow dance. And maybe even tell him the truth about why you’d asked him to be your date.

Eddie, I like you. I’ve liked you for a really long time, and I want to be more than friends.

Simple and straight to the point. If only he’d come back from smoking that damn cigarette.

After fifteen minutes of no Eddie, you took matters into your own hands.

The late May evening still held some warmth to it as you pushed open the double doors and walked outside, ready to ask him–beg him–to dance with you.

“Eddie, shit, someone’s coming.”

You whipped around to see Eddie–well, part of Eddie. Specifically, his ass. His slacks were pushed down, the belt clanging as his hips thrusted into one of the cheerleaders. Her own dress was hiked up around her waist.

“S’fine. Just be quiet, mmkay?” Each word was punctuated with a gasping breath. “God, you’re so tight. So good.”

No. No. It couldn’t be…he was there with you…

“Didn’t you bring a date?”

“She’s just a friend–oh, fuck, I’m gonna–”

Just a friend. Brutal honesty, not a lie, and yet it stabbed you like a knife in the heart. Your breath flew from your throat, and you clapped a hand over your mouth before anyone could hear you cry.

Just a friend. Just a friend. Just a friend.

From outside, you could still make out the band playing a slow song. Maybe the one you and Eddie would be dancing to if he wasn’t burying himself inside of a gorgeous cheerleader. There was no way you were going back into the gym. Not with your makeup streaming down your face. And you certainly weren’t going to stick around and wait for Eddie.

Instead, you plucked your heels off of your feet, grounding your feet into the sidewalk, the cool cement letting reality seep in. Walking home sounded lovely compared to any alternative.

Just a friend.

The words echoed in your brain with each step.

Just. A. Friend.

That’s all you were. All you’d ever be to him. You weren’t the girl he’d kiss and whisper sweet nothings to. You weren’t even the girl he’d have sex with behind the gym.

You were just Eddie Munson’s friend.

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madridfangirl · 3 days ago

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Couple Intimacy Quiz

(Jude Bellingham blurb. 2.3k words. Mature language)

Jude and Ananya were laying in bed, naked, after some erotic yet exhausting morning sex. Her head in the crook of his neck, one arm & leg over his body while his arm was draped around her shoulders. One thing led to another and they decided to take a couple intimacy quiz. Brahim had mentioned one to Jude some time back and Jude had been curious ever since. He googled the most popular one and handed over the phone to Ananya.

‘You read the questions.’

She had been intrigued (& slightly embarrassed) by the idea of such a quiz. He thought it would be fun to watch her process the questions and read them out loud. The pink in her cheeks a welcome gift. Jude shifted them so they were on their sides, facing each other.

Ananya clicked on the link and started going through the questions, very aware of his firm gaze on her and his warm, large palm stroking her bare waist.

‘First question. How often do you have sex?’

‘Does it mean number of days or should we include number of times also on those days? Or the number of orgasms every time or what?’

Ananya rolled her eyes.

‘It’s not meant to be so technical. Just the number of days is fine.’

He smiled.

‘A few times per week, yeah?’

‘Yeah.’

Jude took her to bed pretty much every time their schedules allowed them to be together, unless there were some extenuating circumstances. And like he had insinuated, it was never just one time in those sessions, unless one of them was tired from work.

It had been almost 4 months of their relationship and the passion had only increased.

‘Next question. Do you daydream about your partner?’

‘You go first.’

She played with the strands of her hair absentmindedly, something he always found cute.

‘I mean, yeah.’

‘Tell me an instance.’

‘Like, when I am watching your match. Or some….training pics.’

‘But you can see me then. Do you think of me in a completely unrelated manner, out of nowhere?’

The hair playing became more vigorous, making him smile.

‘Umm when I’m in the shower sometimes, I can…’

‘Yes?’

‘….I can almost feel your gaze and your hands on me.’

His smile widened, and he leaned over to brush his lips against hers, lingering there.

‘Do you touch yourself then? Imagining it to be me?’

‘…..sometimes….’

‘Will you let me watch when we shower together next?’

She nodded slowly, lifting her eyes to watch his keenly hopeful ones. Earning herself another slow kiss.

‘Once I was in a pool recovery session with the national team. And an Elvis song was playing in the back, which just reminded me of Valentine’s Day.’

He didn’t need to say more. She had made an Elvis playlist for him on Valentine’s Day. Wore his favourite lace lingerie. And it was the first time she had tended to him with her hands. Jude had held his breath when her tentative hands started to go lower, into his briefs, and he had discarded the garment quickly to give her better access, throwing his head back in pleasure.

‘It was that song again. And my mind just went to that night. Fucking hell I was with the lads, with fucking cameras on. Last thing I needed was for anyone to wonder why I was hard around half-naked lads.’

She giggled, visualising the scene.

‘Fine, laugh away. But it could have been a genuine PR meltdown.’

‘Sorry I torment you such!’

‘You should be.’

‘What did you do then?’

‘Waited for everyone to leave, then lunged for a towel.’

She giggled harder. But then he reminded her it was the same day he had called her from the hotel, while she was at work, and made her stay on the line while he took care of his need. She had to lock herself in a washroom and stay there for a while after.

The giggles paused, leading to an onset of blush, as she avoided his eyes. But he found hers & she quickly skipped to the next question.

‘Third one. Are you vocal during intimacy?’

‘Well, I am.’

Jude was a talker. During both foreplay and sex. His words would go from sickly sweet to downright filthy to everything in between. Assaulting all her senses.

‘I am too. Just….not with words.’

‘Love the noises you make for me.’

She shrugged lightly, and he caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers.

‘Would love to hear your words too, babe. You’d be so hot.’

‘I…it’s just…am not coherent when you….touch me like that…’

From the way his lips split into a grin against her jaw, she could tell he liked that response.

‘Next one. Do you feel comfortable when you’re naked in front of your partner?’

‘I do. Took you a while to get there.’

‘Yeah, no shit. You flash people in the middle of the stadium. And walk around naked in your dressing room. Of course you are comfortable with nudity.’

‘Nudity? Flashing? Just coz all my responses are an easy yes you don’t have to attack me.’

He stated matter of factly, but with a smirk, to soften the blow. It did the reverse.

‘This quiz is rigged. You’ve picked it on purpose.’

‘Yeah? You pick another one then.’

‘Am not playing.’

She tried to turn away from him but he grabbed her just in time, cooing into her ear, stroking her hair.

‘Heyy dove, what happened suddenly?’

When she didn’t respond, he rubbed his cheek against hers.

‘Remember how it was in the beginning? Took me forever to even have you the first time. Look how far we’ve come since then.’

It was true. Their intimacy touched new levels each passing day. But it bugged her that the physical part of intimacy didn’t come as easily or naturally to her as it did to him. Her forte was emotional intimacy, something he was growing into. Something she could kick his butt in. Why wasn’t there a quiz on that? She’d find one the next time.

‘I guess, yeah.’

‘Let’s continue?’

‘Uh-huh. Next one. Sexting and who initiates it?’

She rolled her eyes loudly, and he smirked again. What were these questions? The universe was seriously conspiring against her.

‘Love it. And I’m kinda the gold standard there.’

Kings of England would not have had cockiness like his.

‘Ofcourse.’

‘But you knocked it out of the park that one time. Easily my fav one.’

His hands slowly stroked down her bare back, as they both thought about that evening.

Roma’s boyfriend Chris was visiting & Ananya had not expected them to be this loud. And this obvious - the two had been locked inside their room for like a day & a half straight.

It did something to Ananya. Made her long for her boyfriend’s touch. And she was ovulating, which made her a desperate mess. She knew Jude was at a shoot, and his mother was with him for crying out loud. But a demon had taken over her senses. She had become a slave to the needs of the flesh.

Jude had been stunned when he checked her message.

‘Need you to come fuck me RIGHT NOW.’

He was surrounded by people on set & couldn’t even call immediately.

‘Babe, what? You ok? Is this you? I’m on set.’

She took the shortest route to convince him. By sending him a nude. For the first time. Didn’t even feel any inhibition coz of how horny she was.

His jaw dropped, and drool came out of it. But then he saw the message underneath.

‘Wanna have some? Or should I ask Chris to help a girl out - don’t think he’d mind, he likes me.’

The mad fit of arousal & rage made Jude’s head spin. The brattiness was new, infuriating, and Jude was going to nip it in the bud. He’d make her regret those words deeply, for putting that image in his mind.

‘Gonna ruin you. 25 mins. Stay there. DON’T DO ANYTHING STUPID.’

She was in no mood to back down.

‘Let’s see who ruins whom.’

Jude had reached in 23 mins & found her on her bed. Naked. Legs spread open. Sucking on her fingers. Drunk on tequila.

He tied her hands to the bedpost, flipped her over on her knees, smacking her ass hard. Revelling in her shocked gasps.

‘Jude please can we…’

A particularly harsh spank shut her up. The sting almost bringing tears to her eyes.

‘If I hear a word other than my name or our safe word, you’d regret the day you were born.’

His threatening growl delivered the message. And Ananya realised she had poked the tiger to a point of no return.

‘You wanted to know how I fucked the other girls, yeah? Stuff I didn’t do with you? You’ll see now.’

She whimpered as he fisted his hands in her hair, pulling her up and thrusted inside from behind without preparing her much.

It was tough to take him with preparation. Now it was 5 times harder. Her lower body stung with the harsh intrusion, thighs shaking around him. But his hold was strong & relentless. Giving her 5 seconds to adjust, he thrusted again. With force. Making her cry out.

‘Your body is MINE. How dare you even mentioned another man? WHO GAVE YOU THE PERMISSION TO DO THAT?’

Jude made good on his promise that night. Ruining her mercilessly. Endlessly. Her screams filling the room. Hours later, she had to use the safe word, after some unbearable pounding.

Once he calmed down, he got back into his boyfriend mode, taking care of her, carrying her cramped body to the washroom. Boy, did she need tending to, and he did all of it, after making her profusely apologetic for her brattiness.

It was one of Jude’s top 5 nights with her. The sounds she made were catalogued in his head forever.

Ananya jumped a little when Jude leaned over to kiss her temple, bringing her out of her memories. The flush on her cheeks spreading to her chest now.

He took the phone which was discarded on the bed somewhere to do the rest of the questions.

‘Fav body part of your partner - other than the two obvious ones. You first babe.’

It was impossible to answer. She loved so many parts of him. His height, his broad shoulders, his caked butt, large hands, meaty thighs, perky tits, chiseled torso, defined back, and his face. Everything on his face. How could she pick one? It was all of the above.

He smiled when she said it out loud. The authenticity in her voice making him preen.

‘Same for me.’

‘Liar.’

He smirked at being caught.

‘Your eyes.’

‘Right. Stop playing it safe, it's not a trick question. Boobs or ass?’

‘Why not your mouth? I love your mouth.’

‘Yeah..I mean…whichever. So which one is it?’

He reached under the blanket to cup her boobs in response.

‘These babies. Coz you’re more sensitive here. But your mouth is a close second.’

His hands played with her nubs, grazing & pinching softly, making her bite back a few moans. His eyes never left her face.

Grudgingly, he let go & went back to the phone. She opened her eyes in part-surprise.

‘A fetish of your partner that you like? Ooh this is interesting.’

Jude tapped his lips dramatically, thinking for a few seconds, then gave an enthusiastic nod.

‘Your special obsession with my thighs and ass.’

‘Well they are very juicy & meaty. So biteable.’

‘I can think of another thing juicier & meatier for your sweet mouth.’

‘You wish.’

‘Oh I wish it all the time.’

‘Win the Champions League & that would be your reward.’

‘You’re cruel you know that?’

‘Aww poor baby. Such first world problems.’

‘I promise you’d do it sooner. You’re gonna want to. You’re already curious, I know that.’

‘Next question, Jude.’

‘Don’t deprive yourself babe, lemme make you taste heaven.’

‘Next question, you idiot!’

‘FINE. Do you engage in role-play?’

They did. He had cajoled her into trying. The first role-play they did was the re-enactment of their first date, which ended in him taking her on the kitchen counter. Since then, they had tried many other scenarios.

‘Tell me your fav one.’

She sunk into the pillow, coz her choice was embarrassing. Jude could tell the answer would be juicy. His hand slid to her lower back, stroking her slowly, the warm sensation seeping into her bones, making her sigh deeply.

‘C’mon baby. I wanna know.’

‘It’s…I….’

‘Please, love?’

She shut her eyes in defeat.

‘When you were the debt collector, and I was the defaulting college student.’

Ananya hid further into the pillow, face warm & red. A sight for his sore eyes. Flashes from the night swirled in both their minds.

‘Like the submission & manhandling, don’t you?’

She whimpered when he grabbed the back of her neck, kissing under her jawline, tracing the length of it with his tongue.

‘And the roughness, yeah?’

He bit her pulse point decisively, then pulled the blanket down, leaving her bare to his hungry eyes.

‘I’ve corrupted my dove, haven’t I?’

‘Y-yes. A little.’

‘Maybe you were always like this. And I just brought it out, yeah?’

‘I..I don’t know.’

His mouth on her upper body and his hands on her lower body were making her lose her senses again. She was sore from this morning, and from last night, but stopping him never crossed her mind. Resting him was not her forte, something he knew & exploited.

Jude rolled on top of her, pinning her hands over her head.

‘What about the rest of the quiz?’

He dove into her cleavage, using his mouth with practiced ease & precision while she squirmed under him.

‘Loved the quiz. But this is more fun right now.’

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Needed some fictional Jude to restore order to my world. So whipped this one up.

Hope you like it, and hope it helps you recover :)

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bananayuyu · 17 hours ago

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All in Black

Pairing: Yunho x f reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 7.0k

Summary: Who knew grad school would bring you the hottest man you'd ever met?

Warnings: MDNI, smut, fingering, anal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (oops), alcohol consumption, I think that's all

A/n: That damn black tank does things to me... this was severe self indulgence, I hope y'all enjoy <3 (I didn't edit this one so sorry for mistakes)

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The first month of grad school, it hit you like a train.

Maybe you had partied a lot in college.

It really would depend who you asked. It was what everyone around you did, as far as you could tell. At least you avoided the worst of it, the blackouts or harder drugs or strange off campus house parties where no one knew anyone. At least you stuck to your friends, the dorms, the familiar safety of campus. You'd had fun; you were young, in need of time, exploration, a chance to see the world and all it had to offer. Maybe that meant a few too many shots, sometimes, or a regrettable hookup or two. Maybe it meant hauling your best friend away from that stupid boy she was hung up on, stumbling back to your dorm in a fit of giggles and tears.

Maybe you thought you were over it, by the time senior year came. The summer after graduation you spent working, and with so many of your close friends already off to their new lives, you'd gone out less and less, staying in instead and preparing for your future.

Maybe this was growing up, you thought.

But the new city had you questioning everything. It had you missing those messy nights, those tight dresses and uncomfortable heels, those looks you shot your bestie when you knew someone was coming on to you. You miss indulging in it all, missed talking in hushed tones to the tall, gorgeous history major and asking him every possible question you could till his eyes had scanned every inch of you. You missed giggling at night in the dorm, keeping each other up with replays of your messy make-outs in the halls, an RA sternly barking at you to get your 'obviously drunk asses' out of there. And you missed hands on your hips, lips on your neck, that feeling of being so lost in someone you forgot every single thing you'd studied that day...

Why had he been on your mind so much the last three weeks?

Maybe it wasn't just the new city, that had caught you in your head and spun you for a ride.

"Hey, are you busy tonight?" your best friend called across the living room as you stood by the stove, mending your stir fry. Her face was buried in her phone, legs crossed over each other as she lounged on the purple couch, your shared apartment the epitome of colorful and girly.

"No, I don't think so, why?" you asked, adding noodles to the pan, a sharp hiss following as they hit the sizzling surface.

"Well, Mingi just texted me..." she trailed off, and you knew her face was scrunched up in an adorable smile, even though you couldn't see her.

"Oh really? He did?" you responded, laughter filling the air between you.

"He said they're having a little party at their house tonight," she continued, sitting herself up and finally looking your way.

"And?" you asked, making eye contact with her, your eyebrows slightly raised.

"He said he hopes to see me there," she laughed, brushing her long hair out of her face.

"And you need me to come for moral support?" you joked, turning off the heat on the stove and moving to grab plates from the cabinet.

"Well, yeah, that, and also, he said-" she paused a moment, grabbing her phone again and opening it. "He said, and bring that little friend of yours, Yunho wants to see her again."

"Hannah," you sighed, eyes shooting her way. "Don't fuck with me, I'll go with you to wing-woman, I don't mind."

"I'm not fucking with you, seriously! Come look!" She held out her phone, and instantly the plates were forgotten as you walked over. Leaning down and squinting at her phone, you peered at the texts on the screen in front of you.

S.M.G: We're having a little party at our house tonight, I hope to see you there S.M.G: Oh and Han, bring that little friend of yours, Yunho wants to see her again

And as you stared at the screen, another text came through, followed by another.

S.M.G: Sorry if calling her your little friend sounds mean S.M.G: That's just what Yunho called her, so, yeah. And she is quite little

"Oh my god," you laughed, shaking your head and standing. You feigned disinterest, more to yourself that your best friend, but you couldn't deny that seeing his name made something in you flip with excitement.

"What?" Hannah asked, but her question was answered as soon as she peered at the new texts herself. Then she laughed again, prompting you to ask the same question.

"What?"

She just turned her phone to you, and you squinted again.

S.M.G: You're both quite little. A pair of little chicks S.M.G: Sorry, idk what tf that was S.M.G: We'd love to see you both

"Girl, he's so obsessed with you," you chuckle as you stand, making your way back to kitchen.

"He's so weird," she says behind you, but you hear the adoration in her voice, hear the way she can't fight the smile that's forming.

"Don't pretend you don't love it," you responded, finally grabbing the plates now, grabbing some noodles from the pan for each of you.

"Ah, shit, I burnt it a bit on the bottom," you said, the slightly bitter smell wafting up to your nose.

"How will I ever survive," Hannah cried, a hand coming to her forehead as she swooned into the couch again.

"It's your fault for distracting me with those damn texts, missy," you shot back, fighting off laughter.

"My bad," she sang out behind you, and when your faces met she was pouting.

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"I know you're not really into partying anymore," Hannah said, as you both stood at the sink, washing and drying your dirty dishes.

"I guess not," you replied, looking over to her.

"What I mean is, if you don't want to come tonight, you don't have to. I just always invite you to everything, you know. Cause I love to have you there. But it doesn't mean you have to come." The sappiness wasn't surprising from her; you'd never expected to become best friends with your randomly-assigned freshmen roommate, but every since the day you'd met you'd learned what being best friends with someone could really feel like. The unending support, the companionship. She almost felt like more than you deserved, sometimes.

"Does it seem like I don't want to come?" you asked.

"I just, I don't know if Yunho did anything weird last time we were there, or anything, and I don't want you to feel pressured to go there if he did."

"Oh, Han, no. Nothing weird happened."

"You just hadn't said anything about him, so I wondered if, I don't know, he made you feel weird."

"You're too sweet for this world," you replied, shaking your head at her worry and sincerity.

"So you just don't really like him?" she asked.

"No, I-" you stopped yourself, remembering that night from three weeks ago. "I've just been busy as hell since then, we haven't really had a chance to just sit down and talk. And-" you hesitated again, a thought suddenly bubbling up quickly within you. "He also only talked to me for like ten minutes that night, I'm surprised he's telling Mingi he wants to see me."

"It sounds like he's obsessed, too," she replied, giggling.

"I don't know about that," you sighed, but you couldn't help the slight color that rose in your cheeks.

"Oh, girl, please. Of course he is," she replied, nudging your hip with hers.

"We'll see, I guess," you chuckled, drying the last of your dishes, placing the hand towel back on the handle of the oven. "I hope he likes black dresses," you laughed, and your best friend gave you a knowing smirk, making her way to her room to grab her outfit and makeup for the evening.

You'd both noticed it immediately when you'd met, how you were literally exactly the same size. The clothes sharing started pretty much immediately, and it was convenient at first, as laundry days were hard to come by freshman year. The first time you went out you both laughed as you realized you owned the exact same little black dress; and maybe it was surprising, maybe it wasn't, but you both loved it. You hit the party that night dressed almost identical, your matching brunette waves flowing in the breeze behind you as you made your way to the frat house. You looked so similar, everyone that night had trouble telling you apart. So you kept doing it; every time you went out, you matched your outfits in some way, even if it was minor.

Then during sophomore year you both gained just a little bit of weight at almost the same time, and it really felt like the universe telling you something. You both went out to shop for new dresses together. Those old ones from high school just didn't fit your now twenty year old bodies, and it was time for a change, anyway.

It had been a while since you'd been out, so you both knew. It was those matching scrappy black dresses you'd be wearing, those ones that hugged your curves so perfectly and made you feel like a perfect little barbie doll. You'd pair yours with your plat form Mary Janes; Hannah would be in her favorite black strappy heels, the ones that made her a few inches taller than you.

It was a joyful hour, getting ready. You hadn't sat down to do a full face of makeup in so long; you couldn't even recall the last time, which must have been nearly a year ago, at this point. You were almost certain you'd both show up overdressed, but you were having too much fun. You added heavy liner to your eyes, a glittery highlight to your cheeks. Hannah drew a tiny heart on your cheek with her gel liner, and you put a pink kiss on her cheek, reapplying your lipstick after you did.

"Do you wanna pregame at all?" she asked you as you both finally pulled on your shoes, the final touch to your outfits.

"Honestly, I don't even feel like drinking tonight," you laughed, looking up at her.

"Dude, me neither. My stomach's been all sensitive today," she said, grabbing your black purse from the hook it rested on.

"Your period is coming, then," you said, laughing at the way her faced scrunched up.

"You read my body better than I do," she pouted, reaching inside your bag to check in the inner pocket. "I'm gonna go get some tampons to put in here, just in case. Then we'll go, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'll put your phone and keys in here," you said, grabbing the purse from her, as she walked to the bathroom to grab the tampons.

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You both knocked on their front door, the wood sounding dull and flimsy under your fists.

The graduate student housing wasn't exactly brand new, but the boys had made a good effort of making the inside of their place nicer than most. You'd only been over a few times, but you'd seen everything the bottom floor had to offer: their kitchen, living room, and Mingi's bedroom, and the bathroom that sat right beside it, just past the stair case.

The three bedrooms upstairs were a mystery to you, but judging by how clean they kept the bottom floor, you'd bet it wasn't as much of a disaster up there as one may expect.

It certainly surprised you the first time you were here. You and Hannah both walked in apprehensive that day.

"Hey! Come on in," Mingi answered the door, his wide smile flashing with a hint of mischief as he eyed Hannah up and down, the two of you walking in underneath his outstretched arm. "Glad you guys could make it," he said, nodding in your direction, an arm reaching out to take your purse.

"Can you put it in your room? It has my stuff in it," Hannah said to him, flashing doe eyes up in his direction for just a second, her lips in the whisper of a pout.

You almost couldn't contain the laughter, at watching Mingi fight off the smile on his face, how he looked so entranced by her already and it'd only been a few seconds.

"Of course, Han," he replied, stepping past you to put it where she'd asked.

With him out of sight you both finally took in your surroundings; a small party might have been an understatement, though it wasn't a rager by any means. There were more people in here than you expected, though, and you definitely realized you hadn't overdressed. Now you were very thankful you'd decided to go full out tonight; there must have been some special occasion being celebrated, because almost everyone was dressed to the nines.

"It's on my bed, if you need it," Mingi said as he returned, a hand sliding around Hannah's waist as he moved next to her. The two got lost in easy conversation immediately, but your eyes continued to trail across the space, across the living room full of people, peaking into the side of the kitchen that you could still see.

"Yunho's in the kitchen, y/n," Mingi said, and Hannah giggled, making you realize he'd had to say it twice.

"Oh, thanks," you nearly blushed, chuckling at your own lost thoughts. It had been a long, long time you'd been to a party with more than thirty people in attendance, and suddenly you realized you did miss this, even if you felt like you shouldn't anymore.

You squeezed Hannah's hand, then started snaking your way through the house, through the throng of people chatting and dancing in the living room. You had to bump past two tight groups of friends, all dancing and laughing and nearly spilling their drinks on each other, and the last time you did the girl turned around, eyes wide with apology.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" she said, grabbing onto your forearm briefly to steady herself. "I didn't see you there, you're so short!" Her words slightly slurred together, and her cheeks were the pinkish red that always accompanied a pale girl with one too many shots in her. It wasn't even that late yet; but you'd met this girl before, had a thousand conversations with her. You held back your laughter, as you always did, but couldn't help finding the whole thing adorably hilarious.

"You're good, it's fine," you said, making to talk past her again, but her arm didn't leave yours.

"You're so pretty by the way! And adorable! I meant you're short in a good way!"

There it was. The thing you missed most about running into random girls at parties, the way they shamelessly complimented you within an inch of your life if they'd had enough to drink.

"Oh, stop, you're so sweet!" you called back, leaning in to give her a quick hug. "Your dress looks stunning on you, by the way." Her hips were hugged by a dark blue satin number, which balanced against her pale hair and pale skin so beautifully.

"You should come dance with us once you get a drink!" she said, a huge smile breaking across her face as her friends all agreed, more of them shooting compliments your way.

"Definitely, I will!" you called, but just then the music swelled, and you couldn't hear each other as well, and maybe you were a little thankful for it. You bid her and her group goodbye, finally making it across to the kitchen. You peaked your head back a moment, catching Hannah's eye, Mingi's face low and next to her's as he obviously whispered something in her ear. You could see her cheeks redden even from across the room, and she winked at you quickly, before turning back around to him to respond.

Already you felt drawn into it all, and you hadn't seen him yet. You might go and dance with those girls later, you might not. You had no idea where this night would take you. R&B played through the speakers in their living room, and your hips swung on their own accord, the beat too groovy to ignore. You watched on for a moment as Mingi and Hannah got lost in each other, then turned towards the kitchen again, getting lost in a sight of your own.

There he was, just as Mingi said. In the kitchen, an arm outstretched above his head as he grabbed a stack of glasses from the highest shelf of their cabinets. His black tank left the muscles in his arm exposed; you could see his shoulder flex as he reached high, his bicep bulge as he brought the glasses down, balancing the heavy stack. There were two guys behind him, and one by one he poured them glasses of wine, each of them taking two as they exited the kitchen.

He still hadn't seen you, but you couldn't stop staring. As he leaned down into the open door of the fridge you caught the muscles in his back flex, and now you saw the tight black jeans he was wearing, his thighs on full display for your hungry eyes. On his feet were his black sneakers, ones you'd seen plenty of times, his favorite shoes. And just then as he stood up he caught sight of you finally, doing a subtle double take as he set down the beer he'd just grabbed on the counter.

"Hannah's little friend is here," you said as you finally walked closer, coming to rest your hip against the counter he was standing at, a few feet down from him. He raised his eyebrows in amusement, a tiny smile forming on his full lips, as he looked you up and down.

"Hey stranger," he said, cracking open his beer sharply, tossing the bottle cap in the sink. He stood and took a big swig, his opposite hand sliding in his pocket as he leaned back, the bubbles in the bottle fighting for escape. You watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, watched the way he wiped an extra drop from his lip once the bottle hit the counter again. His skin was almost shiny in the yellow light of the kitchen, and you could swear you could smell the sweat on him, the slightly musky smell making your insides flip more than once. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Got anything non-alcoholic?" you asked, already laughing at the question. His face screwed up in hesitance for a second, but then he turned to open the fridge again, peering through the shelves of beer and seltzers and random leftovers.

"Water?" he asked as he stood and closed the door, looking at you incredulously.

"That's fine, that sounds good," you chuckled.

"You want ice?" he asked, peering at you sideways, taking another quick swig of his beer.

"Sure, thanks," you breathed, so caught up in the sight of him, in his broad shoulders and chest just feet from you. You got to see his beautiful left arm again as he reached up for a glass, and he noticed every bit of you staring; he looked back over his shoulder as he filled your glass from the fridge door, catching your wide eyed gaze and making you feel caught out.

"So why haven't I seen you in three weeks?" he asked as he handed you the glass, your fingers brushing over each other for a moment. Against the ice-cold glass his fingers felt electric, your whole arm coming alive under his touch.

"What do you mean?" you responded, looking up at him as you took a sip, eyes trained on him.

"Hannah's been over every weekend," he answered, and you tilted your head again, your question still unanswered. "I though you two were kind of a package deal."

"We don't go everywhere together," you answered, rolling your eyes at him. "We're not that co-dependent. Plus, you know, her and Mingi..." You gestured with your hands, as if they could speak for you.

"Her and Mingi what?"

"They're dating, of course she's over here every weekend," you said. He just hummed in response, giving you an unreadable look. "What?" you asked, narrowing your eyes playfully.

"I told you to come with her, whenever you felt like it," he continued, taking another long drag of his beer.

"I've been busy," you shot back, not sure why it felt like he was probing, but enjoying the chance to play fight a little, if that's what he wanted.

"Oh really?" he eyed you, eyebrows raised. A mischievous glint ran through the deep brown of his irises, and it made you shiver in your tiny dress.

"I am studying literature, I do have to actually read a lot," you said, drawing out the syllables in the word.

"Ah, I see, I had no idea," he drawled back, rolling his eyes at you.

"I think you might relate to that, mister," you answered, looking up at him with innocent sincerity.

"Of course I do, history is basically all reading," he responded, eyeing you. "But Saturday nights are my time off, to relax."

"How responsible of you," you joked.

"You should try it sometime."

"What, relaxing?" you asked, and he nodded his head. "Do I not seem relaxed?"

"Tonight you do," he chuckled, eyeing you up and down again.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked, arms crossing over your chest. You could see his eyes dart down for a moment, knowing the position was pushing your tits up even higher and making them nearly fall out of your tiny ensemble.

"Last time you didn't seem, you know, like this," he said, eyes coming back up to meet yours.

"Why, cause my dress didn't leave nothing to the imagination?"

He nearly spit out his drink, laughing at that. "No, cause you left so early."

"Cause I had work to do. And you just walked away, so..." you trailed off, now eyeing him with confusion.

"I told you I'd talk to you later, I had to help Jongho with something," he said.

"Yeah, and that doesn't at all sound like an excuse to walk away," you retorted, rolling your eyes again.

"Woah," he said, a soft look of genuine shock on your face. Maybe that last sentence had come out a little harsher than you'd meant it to, but you couldn't deny that it was disappointing when he'd done that. You'd told yourself that day it was just how things go. You wouldn't always get the person, even if they seemed definitely, totally into you.

As your thoughts wandered, Yunho kept his eye contact, even as a fellow partier stumbled through the kitchen to grab a seltzer form the fridge, nearly bumping into the two of you. You watched as they left the kitchen, a short sigh escaping your lips without you meaning for it to. As you met Yunho's eyes again he was still staring, still fixed on you so sharply.

"What?" you asked.

"You look really good in black," he said, smirk hitting his lips as he took another sip from his drink.

"Oh my god," you chuckled, shaking your head, but deep down all you could think was so do you.

"Let's stop arguing and go dance," he said, lifting up your glass of water to you, gently turning your shoulders with his hands and pushing you in the direction of the living room. You resisted, a little; you could't help it, and it made him laugh, that deep, sweet sound echoing in your ear as he pushed you just slightly harder.

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It had been too long since you were squeezed in the middle of too many dancing bodies, smashed between people you barely knew.

As the night turned darker the boys turned up the music, the playlist changing to more hip hop and pop, the whole room lighting up with singing and rapping and cheers. You were smashed between Yunho and Hannah, and another girl whose name you couldn't hear over the music, even as she screamed it at you. It didn't take long for Yunho's hands to find your hips, or your hands to find his arms, his chest, his stomach.

You couldn't keep them off of him. Not when you were pressed together and you really had no other choice. You were thankful for your water then; the room was hot and sweaty with so many bodies in close quarters, and the heat of Yunho's body against yours was doing nothing to help the sheen forming on every inch of your skin.

It was magical, just what you needed. You had missed this, you really had. You kept reaching out to your best friend, singing and dancing and screaming with her, hoping she understood that really what you were saying was thank you, thank you, thank you so freaking much.

It was intoxicating, but there was something missing; you hated to admit it, but thrashing about in a group of people just wasn't the same without a little buzz. You didn't need much, but the slight light headedness and warmth in your chest that always accompanied a drink or two was just the thing to take a night like this from great to amazing. You knew you'd need to sneak out of the sea of bodies soon, and head back to the kitchen to find something good. But you'd wait till this song was over, wait until the bodies weren't so chaotic in their movement.

But then you stared up, at the high cheeks in front of you, at the deep chocolate eyes and dirty blonde hair, and had another idea. As he raised his beer to his lips you reached up to grab it, and in the shock of the moment you were able to snatch it away too easily. You brought it down to your level, taking a deep swig of it, the taste more bitter and sharp than you were expecting. But it was not unpleasant; if you had to guess it was a nice beer of some kind, not something cheap and flimsy.

"Hey, I thought you didn't want any alcohol!" Yunho called down to you, trying to reach for it.

"I do now!" you yelled back, smirk on your lips as you took another long sip.

"Hey, hey, that's the last bottle of the nice German beer my uncle got for me, y/n-"

But you cut him off, spinning in an instant and making a run for it, wanting nothing more than to finish this precious beer right in front of his eyes, and see what he'd do about it. It was a challenge pushing through the crowd, but you were at an advantage; you were quite small, and could duck under raised arms and flailing drinks. Behind you Yunho didn't fare so well, his height a massive disadvantage in this moment.

Once you broke free of the crowd you found yourself near the front door again, and with nowhere else to run you made for the stairs. Your platform shoes weighed heavy on your feet as you climbed, but the adrenaline coursing through you did wonders to propel you up the stairs, your breath barely affected as you crested the top. You could hear heavy footsteps behind you now, and you shrieked in terror, a deep laugh drifting up through the air behind you. Suddenly you found yourself somewhere you'd never been before, and unsure of where to go next you just kept running, a bit down the hallway stretching out in front of you.

He was closing in now, you could feel it, but you were having too much fun with the chase to let this go. A door to your left was ajar, and on a whim you decided to run through it, knowing full well it was probably a dead end. As you busted in you realized it was the upstairs bathroom, your hand met with the cold tile countertop by the sink. You spun and braced for impact, taking the beer again to your lips to try to finish it all, savor every last bit of it.

"Fuck you," Yunho grumbled as he stumbled in after you, shaking his head and grabbing the beer from you with ease, this time. You hadn't managed to finish it; instead he was the one to do so, with a long and drawn out swig and multiple glugs, his gorgeous neck out in full display for you. A nightlight sat in the corner and bathed you both in a soft purple light, and in the shadows you could see every crease and line in his shoulders, his muscles looking even more defined. With a final glug he slammed the beer on the counter beside you, suddenly caging you in with his arms, his face now only inches from yours.

And even though a part of you was nervous, trembling under his gaze, you couldn't help but smile and giggle up at him, the frustration in his eyes doing nothing but turning you on further.

"Did you want to fight, tonight?" he laughed, eyes boring into yours as he refused to move, even though you squirmed beneath him.

"I don't think so," you laughed, giving him your best innocent eyes, biting your lip between your teeth.

"You're so weird," he chuckled, finally breaking, stepping back up and away from you with a shake of his head.

"I'm not the one who wore a black tank top to a fancy party," you shot back, eyes snaking down the entirety of his form in front of you.

"Oh, you think I look bad?" he joked, his tone thick with sarcasm.

"I didn't say that. Just a surprising choice," you responded, raising your shoulders ever so slightly.

"I just got back from the gym and people were already showing up, I didn't really have time to change much," he shot back, arms crossing over his chest this time.

"Oh wow, the gym," your responded, mouth opening as you feigned amazement.

"You should come with me sometime," he said, adjusting his stance.

"Why, so you can stare at my ass while I do squats?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.

"You..." he trailed off, shaking his head as his hands came up to his hair, running through them quickly.

"What?" you asked, anchoring your hands behind you on the counter, staring up hard at the tall man in front of you.

"What do you want?" he asked, head cocked to the side, his tone dropping some.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want me to kiss you? Or are you mad at me?" he asked.

"Can you really not tell?" you responded, batting your eyelashes up at him and pushing your chest out, your back arching off the counter slightly.

"Fuck," he muttered, and in an instant the door to the bathroom was closed tight, and he was stalking over to you with a harshness in his gaze that you weren't expecting.

You couldn't have prepared yourself for how it would feel, his soft, full lips on yours, his huge hands digging into the soft flesh of your waist. Immediately you were arching into him, pulling hard at his arms and abdomen, begging him to come closer and smother you with all the lust and warmth he had. His breath was hot in your mouth, making the rest of you feel cold and needy, and your body trembled beneath him, your movements growing more deperate. He deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping through your mouth as his hands lowered, digging now into the flesh of your hips and ass, his own hips now flush with your center as you shameless ground around one of his legs. He reached down and pulled you up, sitting you not he counter in front of him, your back flush with the cold mirror behind. HIs hand came to cradle the back of your head, his mouth devouring yours as he nipped at your lower lip, pulling back to start sucking marks into your neck and leaving you a panting mess.

You raked your hands through his soft hair, the salt on your skin tasting wonderful as he worked his way down, brushing his tongue along your collar bone and making you moan in response. You could already feel yourself soaking your dress; you had no thought of the consequences now, his thumbs brushing over your already erect nipples that now pushed against the thin material of your dress.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he groaned as he pulled back front you, watching your body writhe underneath his touch, his hips humping into yours to try to relieve some of the strain in his pants. "You promise me you'll tell me if you don't like anything?" he asked, nearly panting out the words.

"Of course," you managed beneath him, blinking open your heavy eyes to meet his. "Do everything to me, please?" you begged, already so lust filled you couldn't think straight.

"You sure, baby?" he chuckled in response, watching a small bashful smile form on your lips, the sealing indication that you truly meant what you just said.

"Come here," he said, pulling back his hands from your chest, your body nearly limp from all the stimulation. He pulled you down from the counter again, and just when you thought he would kiss you again, he turned you around, pressing on your lower back to make you arch, forcing you to place your forearms on the counter. You were now face to face with yourself, and could see everything; your eyeliner was smudged, your lipstick smeared from the kiss, and your hair was even curlier than you'd remembered it being when you left your place a few hours ago.

You looked a mess, that was certain. Like someone about to get fucked in the bathroom of a house she barely knew. And that turned you on even more, seeing the greedy, selfish look in your eye, knowing you were finally getting what you'd really wanted these last three weeks.

"Of course, no panties," Yunho chuckled from behind you, using his hands to hike up the bottom of your dress and pull your ass into view.

"Oops," you laughed below him, finally looking up from your own face to watch him in the mirror, his eyes locked down and full of an intensity you'd never seen before. God, you fucking loved that black tank on him, loved seeing his shoulders flex while kneaded the flesh of your ass, his face hard and focused. And then he finally moved his right hand lower, tracing his fingers around your slit before pushing one in you, the pleasure crashing through you in an instant.

"Fuck," you moaned, eyes rolling back as you tried to keep holding yourself up.

"You like that?" Yunho asked, his eyes now trained on your face in the mirror, the pure bliss emanating from your open mouth.

"Yeah, fuck, yeah," you moaned again, his finger now moving in and out slowly, his other hand still anchored on your back and keeping you in place.

"You want more?" he asked, and you nodded furiously, your breath so deep and fast now that you could barely answer him. He slid in another finger, and then another; you could feel the stretch, your cunt swallowing his long fingers with a hunger you couldn't explain. You just knew when you'd first seen those hands that they'd feel good buried inside you, but now that you were here you couldn't believe what you were feeling. He was better than anyone you'd ever been with, his fingers curling inside you in just the right way to have you trembling and coming in just minutes.

You moaned loudly, pussy clenching hard around him, and Yunho watched with near disbelief as he saw the muscles of your cunt fluttering, your tight hole above it staring him in the face. "Did you come already?" he asked, and you could only whisper a quick yeah in response, the aftershocks still wracking through you. "Fuck, you're so sensitive," he groaned, hips bucking into your leg as his cock grew more and more painfully erect in his tight pants.

As the fluttering in your cunt slowed he pulled his fingers out, now drenched in your juices and glistening in the soft light of the bathroom. He couldn't keep himself from running them over the tight ring of muscle above, your body immediately nearly folding at the contact. It felt too good, your ass getting rubbed just after you'd come so hard, and you nearly collapsed onto the counter in front of you, your head hanging lax as you moaned.

"You like getting your ass touched?" Yunho said behind you, watching the way the muscles of your ass and thighs clenched as he kept rubbing in small circled, smearing your slick all over you.

"Yes, more, please," you begged beneath him, shoving your lower half further in his direction, arching your back even more. "Please, both, ahh," you moaned, as he tested the waters with one finger, pushing it into the tight ring of muscle.

"You want me to fuck both your holes?" he asked, and again you could barely get out an emphatic and breathy yeah, your moaning increasing again as he pushed the finger in, your ass having to stretch to accommodate it.

"Fuck, you're so dirty," he groaned, using the slick from your cunt to fuck his finger in your ass, slowly picking up his pace again. He experimentally added another finger, and the stretch was excruciating; the pleasure and pain swirled around each other, making you cry out, your body trying to reject the added pressure. "You can take baby, I know you can," Yunho chided behind you, his free hand coming to unbotton and unzip his pants, pulling his boxers down just enough to pull out his hard and leaking cock, it's weight hot in his hand.

Finally your body relented, letting the two fingers split open your tight hole, and your wails turned more towards just moans. You felt a tug on your hair; Yunho pulled your head back, making you face the mirror again, your face even more flushed and messy than it was all those minutes ago.

"I want you to watch yourself while I fuck you, okay?" he asked you, but you knew it was more of a command than anything. Yes, you answered him, the pain and pleasure from your asshole clouding your brain entirely and making you pliant underneath his touch. Then he sheathed himself, his huge cock bottoming out inside your still soaking cunt, and you just about blacked out from the pleasure, your mind flying high off into space.

"God, fuck, you feel so good," Yunho groaned behind you, pumping his hips hard and fast, his fingers matching his pace. He'd waited three long weeks to see you again, and couldn't force himself to wait any longer to chase his pleasure. He fucked you hard, the slapping of skin filling the room as he pounded into you, watching your cunt and your asshole getting filled over and over. You did as you were told, keeping your head up, but you couldn't have seen a thing if you tried, your brain so utterly fucked that your eyes could do nothing but hang heavy and low. The whole room was a haze; Yunho could see it, how you'd gone to a whole different plane of pleasure, how you were loving how rough and domineering he was being. The fucked out look on your face was almost too much for him to handle; and then when your cunt starting clenching down on him again, he couldn't stop himself. He came hard, just as you did, the two of you trembling together in your immense pleasure. Slowly you felt his hot cum filling you up, his fingers slipping out of your ass so he could grip onto your hips with both hands, burying his cunt as deep as it could go.

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As you finally stumbled your way back down the stairs, you knew you looked crazy.

You'd tried what you could to fix your hair and makeup, but even with Yunho's help you looked an obvious mess. Maybe it should have bothered you, but you couldn't help not caring as you walked back down to the party, Yunho's hand on your low back as he walked beside you.

"There you are!" Hannah called to you, snaking her way through the now thinner crowd of people. "I thought I might have lost you," she said, draping arms around you, the smell of something sweet on her breath.

"Just upstairs," you responded, fighting the smile forming on your lips.

"Hey, guess what?" she asked, pulling away, still keeping an arm around you.

"Hmm?"

"My period started," she sighed dramatically, head hitting your shoulder.

"Oh my god, I knew it," you laughed in response, falling into her.

"Thank god I brought those tampons," she laughed, head lolling back up to it's normal position.

"Hey, guess what?" you now said, eyes wide.

"What?"

You leaned in close, hand coming up to cover your mouth. "We just fucked," you whispered, the two of you falling into giggles immediately.

"Oh my god, yayyyyyy!!" your best friend responded, jumping up and dancing in a circle, grabbing your hands to pull you into her dance, too.

It wasn't long until you all cleared out, the night growing very dark and late and your bodies growing tired. You'd had everything you'd missed tonight; the partying, the fun, the sex. But most of all you had the best night cap ever with your bestie, recapping everything to her, minute by minute, till you both could barely speak anymore and fell asleep on the living room floor.

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azrielbrainrot · 3 days ago

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Hey! I was thinking — "being overprotective of them in front of prospective partners" or "sharing cloths in a totally friendly way" with Cassian?

I think that's a cute print for him, and I'd love to see it ❤️

I love your writing and stories by the way!! 🥰

Say the Words

Pairing: Cassian x F!Reader

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I'm not sure this is what you had in mind and it turned out a bit angsty for some reason, but I hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending this in and I'm so glad you like my stories 🩷

The frigid winter air hits your burning cheeks, breath turning to mist as you walk away from the bar, but even if it was cold enough for the streets of Velaris to be mostly empty on a friday night, it's still not enough to calm the anger swimming through your body.

You had tried to decline Mor's invitation to come out tonight, preferring to sleep off the tiring week instead of drinking and dancing it away. Ultimately your blonde haired friend had gotten her away yet again, managing to bring everyone along to Rita's for a night out. You were doing your best to enjoy it despite your initial reluctance to come, drinking and dancing with your friends like you usually did.

A very well dressed and admittedly charming male started talking to you when you went to get another drink, his intentions more than clear behind his honeyed words and saccharine smile. You had no plans of going anywhere with him, only trying to choose your words to let him down easy, he hadn't been bothering you too much after all, but Cassian had suddenly showed up at your side, wrapping his arm around you in a possessive manner, scaring the poor male away with just a few words. You think you even saw him puff up his wings. All this to drop his arm as soon as he walked away, turning to go back to your friends like nothing had happened, making your temper rise at an alarming rate and prompting you to walk straight out of the bar, uncaring of the cold or the people calling your name.

The two of you have been toying with the line between friendship and more for years, lingering eyes and meaningful touches crossing it a bit more every day. It seemed that every time you tried to cross it, he took a step back though. You've gotten somewhat used to the push and pull by now, but, maybe because of your already dull mood, it reached a breaking point today.

Heavy footsteps sounded behind you, a sigh escaping your lips. Of course he had followed you outside, he would have followed you to the end of the earth. Knowing that a confrontation would be unavoidable, you slow your pace, sitting on a bench by the river, eyes trained ahead even when he stops by the bench, watching you.

“It's too cold for you to sit here,” he murmurs, voice uncharacteristically serious but as caring as always.

“I don't want to talk, Cassian.”

Except you did, it was probably the only thing that would make you feel better right now. You were just tired of pretending, and it seemed like he insisted on it. You were starting to wonder if he knew how to do anything else.

You can see him nod at your words in the corner of your eye, looking down at the heavy jacket in his hands before taking another step and draping it over your shoulders, his scent enveloping you instantly. You had to close your eyes for a moment, telling yourself not to give in.

“Don't stay here too long, you'll catch a cold.” His hand lingers in the air, looking like he wanted to reach out, but he doesn't, he never does. “You can keep the jacket.”

No sooner the words had left his mouth than he turned around. It makes you look up at him at last, facing his back, wings curled into his back as he walks away slowly, braving the cold in favor of leaving you warm as you stubbornly stayed outside instead of winnowing home. You couldn't understand him at all.

“What are you doing?”

He pauses, body visible tensing as he hears the defeat in your voice. “You said you didn't want to talk.”

“So you'll just leave?” Some of the anger returns, standing up and walking closer to him, waiting for him to turn and look into your eyes, almost daring him to. “What was all of that for then?” Your heart skips a beat when your eyes finally meet, the hazel showing all the things he wouldn't say like they always did, but you were tired of reading them for yourself, you wanted to hear everything from him.

“I was just trying to help.”

“Help?” You can't help but scoff, swallowing down the burning in your eyes, the headache that was creeping in. “If you will not make me yours then you can't act like I am.”

“That wasn't-”

“Since when have you been such a coward?”

“I'm not a coward.”

“You're sure acting like one.”

“What do you want me to say then?” His voice was rising in volume, eyes sharp as he took you in. Good. “That I didn't want him anywhere near you? That I almost ripped off his arm when he reached for your hand? That I don't want anyone else touching you? Is that what you want to hear?”

His hazel eyes burned into yours but you weren't going to back down, not now after finally getting something out of him. You would end this game tonight, one way or another.

“Why?”

“Why don't you want anyone touching me?”

Cassian lets out a breath, eyes moving over your head to watch the river for a moment, gathering his thoughts as you push him into a corner. You were about to repeat the same question, or even throw a few choice words at him when he reached for your neck, bringing your face in closer as he bends down, his touch gentle despite the storm raging inside him.

His lips linger over yours for a second longer, maybe giving you time to push him away, as if you ever would, but his patience seemed to be wearing thin as he kisses you at last, lips moving over yours as his hands hold your waist, pulling you closer into him. Your arms wrap around his neck, getting lost in him before your mind catches up to you, making you reluctantly pull away so you could look into his eyes.

“Say it,” you whisper against his lips.

“Because you're mine.”

A smile breaks out on your face. If it hadn't been for the cold biting your skin, you might have thought this was a dream. Cassian's face mirrors yours as he kisses you again, lifting you up into his arms as you winnow you both home, your mouths only pulling apart when your back hits the mattress.

#cassian x reader #cassian x you #cassian x y/n #acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #cassian fic #cassian acotar #my writing

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chaoticwriting · 22 hours ago

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YOU ARE MARRIED 4!!??

Part 3

Clockwork: Welcome back, my boy. How does the mission go?

Danny: I'm going to assume you ask that purely out of courtesy but it is going fine. I capture Vlad and only experience some minor inconveniences.

Clockwork: Hmmm, minor inconveniences for now it is.

Danny: I'm sorry what?

Clockwork: Nothing. Anyway, you should get ready to go pick up Ellie. Also take this.

Clockwork throws a bag full of things on to Danny as he clumsily catches it.

Danny: Oh no, you are not just brushing it off. Tell me wha- AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

A green portal opens below Danny as he falls into it, leaving behind an unconscious Vlad on the floor and Clockwork standing there looking solemnly at the closing green portal.

Clockwork: I hope you will be able to face your future challenges well my boy.

-Gotham-

Batman is seriously not having a good night tonight. He just finished Riddler's riddles when he gets news that Black Mask and Bane are currently engaging in a shootout in the harbor.

It's bad enough that there are 3 rogues that are out tonight, his daughter is also not talking to him since he forced her to go on patrol tonight since she has been benched for far too long.

It's not that he doesn't understand her but he seriously needs help with both Red Robin and him injured, Red Hood is dealing with something in his territory and Nightwing is out of town. Only Spoiler, Black Bat and Robin are available since they are not supposed to patrol tonight.

When they arrive at the scene though, all they see is knocked out Black Mask and Bane, alongside a line of goons that are sitting on the ground with head hanging low like they are ashamed of something.

Upon closer inspection, they see a man standing in front of the line of goons, lecturing them about gun safety and how irresponsible they are for shooting and disturbing the night.

Batman has been doing this vigilante work for a long time and this still can easily be ranked in the top 10 of the wildest things he has seen.

But he is Batman. So he will adapt to the situation. Slowly approaching the man, he is startled and stunned when the man turns around and starts to lecture him about fighting while injured and the importance of rest.

He is about to refute the man when a black shadow passes by him and pushes towards the man. He sees the man equally startled at first and finally intercepts the fast shadow with a hug.

Everyone falls into awkward silence as everyone from the goons and the Batfamily watch as the man and Black Bat hug each other for a long time.

Batman: Ehem!

Batman's fake cough catches the attention of the two hugging figures as they separate with a clear (green?) blush on the man's face. The man turns towards the goons and urges them to go back home and thinks about what he says.

Normally, Batman would have stopped him to capture all the goons but right now, there is a lot more important matter at hand. Batman watches as the goons pick up their belongings and scramble away to what he assumes to be their home.

Batman: Are you Daniel Fenton?

Danny: Yes and I assume you are Batman.

Batman: *Grunts*

Danny: I'll take that as a yes.

Batman: What are you doing here?

Danny: I have come to pick up my daughter. Unfortunately, my luck isn't that good. I got caught up in the shootout between these two guys and their minions and decided to stop it.

Danny says as he points towards the unconscious Bane and Black Mask laying on the ground. Spoiler and Robin approach them and check their condition. After confirming they are just unconscious, they tie the two unconscious men and contact Jim to come collect the rogues.

While Batman is supervising their work, he could hear the subtle flirting happening between Danny and his daughter. He usually is very good at handling his emotions but right now, he really doesn't know how he is supposed to feel.

Batman: Let's go back first. We will continue this conversation later.

Batman then returns to the Batmobile to see only Spoiler, Red Robin and Robin following him. He stares at Spoiler as she replies with a shrugs.

Black Bat: I will show Danny the way.

Batman releases another sigh. As the Batmobile engine booms through the streets, a silent invisible car follows it from behind.

When they arrive at the Batcave, it is quite a surprise when a car suddenly appears right beside them. Its sleek black with neon green gives it a weird retro style design.

Exiting it are an unmasked Black Bat that is blushing a little and Danny that is grinning widely. Bruce can feel his eyebrows twitching when he sees the scene. He controls his impulse to go beat up Danny and calls Alfred to inform him of their guest.

They sit together in silence as all of them think of what they question they are gonna ask him when the elevator lets out a ding and comes out Alfred.

Danny turns towards the elevator and is surprised to see a familiar face.

Danny: Mr. Pennyworth. How are you doing?

Alfred: I am good, Mr. Daniel. How are you doing? Still traveling I assume.

Danny: I am also good. Hahaha. I try to do less traveling now that I have a family but you know how it is. I don't find problems, problems find me.

Stephanie: Wait, you two knew each other.

Alfred: Why yes. We go way back with him sometimes helping me and me sometimes helping him.

Danny: Anyway, what are you doing here? I thought you said you want to retire from fighting.

Alfred: A lot has happened since we last saw each other. I for one become the butler of this family.

Danny: A butler? Well you do make a good tea. Wait, you mean this family. As in all of you guys are one family?

Alfred: Oh, Miss Cassandra didn't tell you? I would have assumed you know.

Danny: You know I wouldn't pressure her to tell me if she isn't comfortable about it. After all, each of us has a secret of our own, right?

To that statement, both of them just let out a little knowing smile. The rest of them are pretty stunt at the revelation that both Danny and Alfred know each other.

Stephanie: Wait, Danny. How old are you?

Danny: I am 21. Why?

Stephanie: Then how did you know Alfred? Both of you have like half a decade of age difference.

Danny: Oh! I can time travel.

Tim: *While getting his hand bandaged by Alfred* You can time travel?

Danny: Well, not me. I know someone that can send me traveling through time.

Stephanie: So when Alfred said you are traveling, he means traveling through time.

Danny: Well, that and dimension too.

Tim: And why did you travel to these places?

Danny: Many reasons. Visiting someone, delivering items, and even capturing prisoners.

Tim: So you are a servant of someone?

Danny: Servant in a sense your parents ask you to do something. Sure, I could avoid him and just run away. But last time I did that, he made me write a 1000 word apology essay in an ancient language.

Bruce: Is it Clockwork the one you are talking about?

Danny: Oh you heard of him? Yeah. He is like my mentor/parental figure. He helps me train my power and solve my problems and such.

Suddenly, a little figure pounces on Danny as he easily intercepts it and spins the little figure.

Ellie: Hi Papa!

Danny: Hello, honey. What are you doing still not sleeping?

Ellie: I was waiting for Mama to return from work.

Danny: I see. But it is quite late isn't it. We should take you to bed now.

Cass: Ellie, I thought I already put you to bed before I went out.

Ellie: I woke up when you were getting out of bed. I wanted to follow you but Alfred doesn't allow me to.

Cass looks at Alfred apologetically. It seems that her daughter is more perceptive than she thought.

Alfred: I do believe that this conversation can also be postponed to the next morning. I would rather that all of you have enough energy to deal with your day tomorrow too.

Bruce & Tim: *Groan*

Stephanie: Can I have a cookie before going to bed?

Ellie: Oh, I want it too!

Cass: You shouldn't eat sweets before going to bed, sweetheart.

Ellie: But Aunt Steph is also getting a cookie.

Cass: Don't follow your aunt Steph. You don't want to have your teeth all fall off right?

Ellie: *Covering her mouth* No!

Alfred: I also agree with Miss Cassandra. It is a little too late to have a midnight snack. Master Damian is also tired from how he is holding himself.

Everyone turns towards the oddly silent Damian and sees that Damian is leaning against the wall as his head bops up and down dozing off to sleep. Bruce goes to pick up Damian that snuggles closer into Bruce's shoulder as he is being carried up to his room.

Under Alfred's insistence, everyone returns to their bedroom that night.

#danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #batfam #dc x dp #danny x cass #dead silent #cassandra cain #cass x danny #Can you see that I kind of doesn't know how to end this one?#The ending is kind of awkward because I want to write longer but I am in class right now

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hockeyboistrash · 2 days ago

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so @captain-huggy-bear isn't feeling well at the moment and I wanted to write a little blurb for them. I hope you get better soon 💖 Quinn falling for his teammates best friend.

Quinn Hughes wasn't supposed to fall for anyone, let alone his teammates best friend. He told himself at the start of the season his focus was on getting his team to the Stanley Cup playoffs and he couldn’t do that with distractions. What he didn’t plan on was his new teammate having a cute friend.

You and Kiefer became fast friends when he came to Vancouver from Nashville, living in the same apartment building. He was new to the city and you knew exactly how that felt, having been in the same position a few years ago. You showed him and his girlfriend around what was going to be their home, hopefully, for a while.

When you first came out with the team everyone loved you, everyone but Quinn. You weren’t sure what you did to upset him but you weren’t going to let it ruin your night. You tried everything, talking to him, asking about his life. However, all you got in return were grunts or one word answers. After a while you gave up trying.

Kiefer assured you that it was only because his captain was under a lot of pressure that he was cold towards you. You weren’t convinced though, smiles and laughter were always heard before you got to the table but always fizzled out when you sat down. He couldn’t even look you in the eye.

It’s why you were surprised when you heard Quinn’s voice behind you, coming to your rescue. You only went to get a drink when some guy tried hitting on you. You weren’t interested in him though. The drunk stranger wouldn’t take no for an answer and you glanced over to your table hoping to spot Kiefer. Your eyes flitted across the crowd looking for anyone who could help. You felt your stomach drop when you realised that no one was paying attention.

“You heard her. She said no.” Quinn told him. What you didn’t realise in your panicked state was that Quinn was paying attention to you. His eyes followed you the entire time since you left the table. They always did when you went out.

You weren’t listening as Quinn and the drunk stranger had words, your mind all over the place. You were confused. You knew that he would never let anything happen to you. Quinn wasn’t that kind of guy. What confused you was how he knew you were in trouble. He never looks at you or pays you any attention, his drink often the sole focus.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, bringing you out of your spiralling thoughts. “Want me to get Kiefer?”

“Why did you do that?” You blurted out. You wanted to say thank you and move on but your brain had a different idea.

“You needed help?” Quinn replied, confused by your question.

“You hate me though.” You said, your voice quiet but Quinn heard you. He always heard you.

“No, no Y/N I don’t hate you.” He was quick to assure you. “It’s just- I’m realising now that I’ve been so stupid lately, giving you the cold shoulder. I’m so sorry I ever made you feel like I hated you. I don’t hate you Y/N. I could never hate you.” Quinn, cupped your cheek gently and you allowed him, melting into his touch. “I was so scared you would be a distraction and you are. Not a bad distraction but a good one and I realise that’s okay. You remind me to smile more and have fun. You keep me grounded.”

“Oh Quinn.”

“I understand if I’ve ruined everything.” He said, ashamed of his actions.

“You’ve not ruined anything.” You assured him, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

#quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #vancouver canucks imagine #vancouver canucks #nhl imagine

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chosolar · 20 hours ago

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-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈ wanna be yours!

gojo satoru x shy!femreader

THIS IS A REPOST

part 1

mdni please! there are sexual themes.

flirty!satoru did his best to respect your wishes but he was losing his mind. with each day passing where he didn't hear from you, his overthinking got worse. what happened for you to distance yourself from him seemingly out of nowhere?

flirty!satoru refused to go out of his penthouse unless it was severely urgent. he would get his groceries delivered or ask either suguru or shoko to buy it for it. The two tried their best to get him to at least walk around his complex but satoru would drag his body weight, making it difficult to even get him up. it got to a point where shoko threatened him that she was going to tell you how disgusting he was being. (as mean as it was, it sure got the job done)

flirty!satoru had his phone basically glued to his hand. constantly refreshing his feeds and checking everyone's stories to see if you would be there in the background. it was his only solace, seeing you happy even if he did feel like he was there was a boulder on his chest that made him feel suffocated.

flirty!satoru who sat up instantly the millisecond he got your text. it didn't matter that it was 2 in the morning, he was responding to your message ASAP.

hey satoru I hope you're doing well. is it alright if I call you? 2:33 am

he replied with a quick "yes of course", and he didn't care if he sounded desperate, because well, he was. he's been waiting for you to reach out ever since he got that text a few weeks ago.

his heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest, each heartbeat thumps harder than the previous. he watches as his phone lights up with your contact photo and name, the ringtone blasting. within the second ring, he picks up, greeting you with a shaky voice.

"hi satoru," he hears your nervousness through the phone. your voice is nasally and he can make out the soft sniffling, but he stays quiet. "how have you been?"

satoru contemplated on what to say. should he be honest, or should he lie and say that he was doing well without you?

"better now that I can hear your voice." his heart rate sped up as he hears you soft laugh, "how about you?"

you sigh before you answer. "I'm in a dilemma to be honest."

"wanna tell me what it's about?" he urges, hoping he'll get the answer he's been looking for. satoru puts you on speaker and lets his phone drop onto his bed, his full undivided attention on you.

"well it's about you... kinda," you drift off before you continue. "the night before I sent you that text, I was working and someone asked me out."

satoru pleads in silence that this was not going where he thinks it's going. with this anxious feeling creeping up on him again, he doesn't say anything.

his uncommon reticence worries you but you carried on with the story.

"I didn't go out with him if that's what you're thinking of. I like you too much to do that. it just had me thinking because we spent months being more than friends, but am I the only one who feels that way?"

"no of course not!" satoru retorts, "I promise that it's not one-sided. why do you feel this way?"

it took you a few minutes to gather your thoughts, but satoru doesn't rush you. he hears a shaky exhale before you speak up, "I've noticed that you're flirty with everyone. you're not shy with touching other people and it just makes me feel like maybe it's wrong of me to feel special when I'm not the only one you've done these things with..."

flirty!satoru doesn't invalidate your feelings. he acknowledges each and every reason why you feel the way you do. satoru takes his time explaining that yes, he may be flirty and he's quite touchy, but it's different when it comes to you. the things he's done with you, he's never done with anyone else despite him having exes. although it's almost been a year since he's met you, the butterflies have never gone away and that each day his feelings grow.

flirty!satoru continues listing all the reasons why he loves likes you. he assures you that he may look like a fuckboy, he's far from it. he reminisces the time he had suguru psych him up to get your number because he's never had to ask for anyone's number (humble brag from him). he exhales a sigh of relief that the story earned a giggle from you.

flirty!satoru debates on telling you, but decided on keeping his plans of asking you out a secret. he wanted to prove to you that you're it for him and that there's no one else but you. satoru's big on actions speaking a lot more than words, so before he asks you out, he wants you to feel secure.

flirty!satoru posts you on his story constantly!!! whether you're out on a grocery run or a mini road trip for the long weekend, you can always count on satoru posting a soft launch story that has you in it. you don't know it, but satoru also has a secret instagram account, and the only thing he posts on it are pictures of you with the dates on it and a small paragraph of what you guys did that day. he likes to think it's modern-day scrapbooking.

flirty!satoru is obsessed with calling you nicknames, and as much as he loves saying your name - he will never not love calling you sweet nicknames like pretty girl, honey, or baby. satoru's fond of how your cheeks turn red and how you try to cover your face when he calls you any nicknames. it gives him cuteness aggression so bad, he ends up pinching your cheeks!

flirty!satoru can see how your eyes drift to look at his lips when you're talking to him face to face. you think you're so slick with it but satoru's quicker. whenever you do that little triangle trick you saw on tiktok, he leans in so he catches you by surprise. he observes with gleaming eyes as you back up to give yourself distance from him, but he just wraps his arms around you, pulling you towards him as he says, "hmm what was that baby?"

flirty!satoru has to hold himself back whenever he sees a customer come up to you and try to flirt with you. first and foremost, flirting is his thing! and second, he gets so jealous that sometimes he can't contain himself and ends up intervening. he'd make some stupid excuse to get you to leave like "hey I think someone clogged the toilet, can you check it please?" or something like that. you have to clean the stinky toilet but seeing satoru jealous is always a plus.

flirty!satoru is shocked when you made the first move and kissed him one night. it was the fact that you were sober too that surprised him even further. with you on top of him as he's sitting relaxed on the couch, his attention on the tv screen is stolen when you press your lips against his. the kiss, a seemingly innocent peck on the lips, turned into a heated make out session when satoru let go of his inhibitions. his hands roamed all over your body as his lips continue peppering kisses onto your cheeks, your jaw, and even down to your neck. satoru trails his hands from your body to hold your face gently so he can give you a final kiss before hugging you tightly.

flirty!satoru throws out all his ideas of asking you out, and opts for an intimate moment. on a cool wednesday night, he takes you back to his penthouse as per usual. he opens the door and waits to see your surprised face. he boasts that he decorated the place all by himself and even burned himself a few times with the hot glue gun to make the giant heart sign asking for you to be officially his (ngl it sounds like he's proposing but I mean who doesn't wanna marry satoru). obviously you said yes! let's just say that the heart balloons that were hanging and the flower petals scattered all over his living room were everywhere the morning after and cleaning it all up was tedious...... (but at least it was a fun night!)

flirtybf!satoru immediately changes all his profile pictures on every social media he has to pictures with you. his bio? your initials. his stories? all of you. he does not gaf he wants to show you off! the best part is satoru only follows a couple of people — you, suguru, shoko, and a few of his close relatives. satoru wants you to know that he only cares about you and only you. he never wants to and never will make you feel like you're in competition with anyone.

flirtybf!satoru is a no bs type of guy. now that your relationship was out in the open, you've gotten so many dms from other people trying to sabotage your relationship. satoru did not spend almost half a year proving his love to you for some jealous losers to try and break it, so he blocked the people who dmed you from his account and privated it.

flirtybf!satoru loves going on vacations with you, especially if it's a destination you've been telling him about. he'll almost always keep it a secret so that you don't have to worry your pretty little head about anything. costs, booking it off, transportation, he takes care of everything so the only thing you need to do is pack your bags. satoru loves how carefree you are when you're away from everyone else, and it's just the two of you in your own little world.

flirtybf!satoru is insatiable. his sex drive is so incredibly high, you wonder where his stamina comes from since he rarely did any sports. the first time you had sex, he wanted to take it slow because he wanted to savour the time with you. even though you were close when you two were just friends, having sex was a different level of intimacy. satoru wanted to show you that to him, this was not just a fuck that a one night stand will give you, no. it was making love, and he'll spend the whole night — dusk to dawn — just to show you how much he loves each and every part of you.

flirtybf!satoru started working out during his free time. he overheard you telling your friends that you love a man with a sleeper build, and well whatever his love wants, you will get. it doesn't take long until he starts seeing the fruits of his labor. he seldoms wear a shirt when he's home with just you, choosing to just wear a pair of sweatpants that he doesn't bother tying up so you can see the waistband of his calvin klein boxers. even though you two fuck often, he thinks it's so captivating that you still get bashful whenever he's being coy with you.

flirtybf!satoru loves talking about the future with you. he'll often ask you what kind of house you see yourself living in with him, and he'll make sure to get every little detail you're telling him. you've already moved into his penthouse after he begged for days for you to leave your apartment and just live with him. he takes notice of how you decorate and makes a mental note of it. satoru will make sure to say "when we have kids" or "when we're married", because he knows you're his endgame and he just can't wait for the day he's been looking forward to since he fell in love with you.

flirtybf!satoru surprises you with a trip to your dream vacation that you guys didn't get to go to before. the weather was horrendous, so the flight was cancelled but satoru booked another one closer to your birthday. he didn't tell you about it because he had a plan to make your birthday extra special. after you were done packing, he tells you that he'll meet you in the car. before satoru leaves the penthouse and locks the door, he double checks that the engagement ring is packed securely in his bag.

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hi everyone! I hope this satisfies everyone's request for a part 2 ◡̈ ngl I had to use some moments with my boyfriend because my mind was blanking out and I am prayinggggg that this one is not a disappointment to you guys! again not proofread <3

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#gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk fics #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen fics #jujutsu kaisen drabbles

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gracie-eilish · 3 days ago

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Peachy🧡✨🍑 pt. 2

an: here she is y'all. i was NOT expecting all the excitement from part one so thank you for that!🥹 that was so exciting to see!! im not used to writing any kind of smut, so please forgive any bumps in the road if you find any🥺 i’m trying over here!🫣🤪 anyways, i hope you like it!!

warnings: smut, fingering (r! receiving)👀, billie being a total flirt cause duh

It had been about a week since you last saw Billie, but for some reason you felt like no time had passed. Because for you at least, you'd subconsciously spent every day with her since that night. Her little flirts and nicknames had been ringing in your mind, making you blush and your heart skip a beat even just thinking about it. In fact, you couldn't even look at a peach without your breath catching. And don't even mention what happend at night when you were alone with your thoughts...

Tonight your friends were all getting together again but this time at Billie's place. You guys all rotated around apartments so it wasn't one person's responsibility to host everyone. You were already in the area so you decided to head over a little early, wanting to return the favor of Billie helping you clean up the other night, hoping you can help set things up tonight.

You gave yourself one last glance in the car's mirror before reaching to open the car door. You stopped yourself remembering your mini perfume in your purse. You spritzed some vanilla and peach scented perfume, your signature scent, onto your pulse points, and a few extra sprays on your neck before tossing the bottle back into your purse and getting out of the car.

You weren't deliberately planning for something to happen tonight... but if something did you wouldn't be mad, your little friendly crush was growing to be not so friendly anymore.

Within seconds of you ringing the doorbell, the door flew open revealing Billie. She had a surprised but sultry smile on her face.

"Hi peach," she said. “You’re here early! D’ya miss me that much?” Her words sent a shiver down your spine and a flush to your face.

You giggled trying to brush it off. “Stop Billie. I wanted to return the favor from the other night and help you get everything ready for tonight!” You said sweetly.

So sweetly it made Billie’s heart start to melt. It was quite obvious to everyone Billie had some kind of feelings for you. And for a while Billie just thought it was her normal kind of crush on a hot girl. But recently she felt the shift too. It was something more and moments like this made it hard for her to keep up the charm.

Well, not that hard.

“God you really are an angel aren’t ya?” She said with a smirk, finally letting you into her apartment. You just giggled and continued down the hallway towards her kitchen, leaving Billie standing in the cloud of sweet peachy perfume you left in the air. Billie inhaled your sweet perfume as she shut the door and leaned back on it for a second before composing herself and making her way to the kitchen.

After a little while, the rest of your friends started to arrive, tearing the two of you apart. But Billie kept her eye on you subtly all night. She just couldn’t get over it.. The way your hair just fell perfectly over your shoulders, and the sweet freckles dotting your nose, and how the sound of your giggle could win grammys in Billie’s opinion, and that god damn sweet peach perfume that was now stuck on every surface in her apartment infiltrating her space like you were infiltrating her mind. And the sweet little looks you gave Billie right back across the room, made more than just her heart throb.

As the night grew on and conversations grew tired, someone suggested putting on a movie. More as background noise but everyone gathered around and snuggled up in their chosen spots.

Naturally Billie patted the spot next to her when you made your way over. But being the flirt she is, Billie pulled you down onto her lap (not that you were complaining), wrapping her arms around your middle as you got comfy.

“You cozy, peach?” You blushed at the nickname. You had just started to get used to the spontaneous “baby” or “mama” but having a nickname all to yourself was kind of driving you wild.

You just nodded, not trusting your voice right now. Billie hummed in satisfaction, smiling before pressing a soft kiss right below your ear making you breath hitch.

As the movie began, Billie pulled you in closer to her, your hands brushing against each other on your tummy.

The movie being a rom-com, provided the perfect backdrop for you and Billie. As the movie went on, and tensions rose, so did the tension between you and Billie. Billie's hand slowly moved under the blanket, her fingers gently brushing against your thigh. The touch was subtle, almost imperceptible to anyone else, but it sent a jolt of electricity through your body. You bit her lip, trying to suppress a gasp, as Billie's fingers began to explore, slowly inching upwards.

Billie's touch was deliberate and teasing, making your breath catch in your throat. She knew your friends were just inches away, oblivious to the intimate game unfolding beneath the blanket. The contrast between the innocent movie and your hidden passion was exhilarating. Billie's fingers traced lazy circles on your inner thigh, her touch feather-light and teasing. Your heart raced, and your body tingled with anticipation.

"Can you stay quiet for me peachy?” Billie whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "Mm-hmm." you nodded, unable to properly speak.

“Is this okay?” Billie whispered, even the flirty little minx she was, of course made sure you were okay first. You smiled softly before nodding again, letting her continue.

Her nose nuzzled into your jaw before she pressed a few kisses there. “You always smell so good peachy,” she purred making you let out a breathy, quiet moan. Billie's fingers continued their ascent, slipping under the hem of your shorts, finding the soft lace of your panties.

With expert precision, Billie hooked her fingers into the fabric, slowly pulling it aside, exposing your folds. Your breath hitched as you felt the cool air on her sensitive skin, your body already responding to Billie's touch. Billie's fingers traced the outline of your pussy, teasing the edges, making you squirm under the blanket.

"You're so wet already, for me peach," Billie whispered, her voice dripping with desire. "I love how responsive you are mama." Your cheeks flushed with pleasure and embarrassment, knowing your friends were mere feet away, unaware of the erotic scene playing out beside them. And forget about the fact that of all the ways you thought about hooking up with Billie, this surprisingly was not one of them… not that you minded either way.

Billie's middle finger dipped into your slick heat, eliciting a soft moan that you quickly stifled with a hand over your mouth.

Billie's finger moved in slow circles, massaging your clit, her thumb pressing gently on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your body trembled, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to focus on the movie, but Billie's touch was too distracting, too pleasurable. You could feel your juices flowing, coating Billie's finger as she worked her magic.

“You’re doing so good baby love,” she whispered in your ear, pressing another kiss to your neck. “Being such a good girl.. bein’ such a peach.” Her words sent you into overdrive, biting down on your lip so hard you were sure you would draw blood.

As the movie's dialogue filled the room, Billie's finger slid deeper, curling upwards, searching for your sweet spot. Your breath quickened, your body tensing as you fought to keep your moans silent. Billie's thumb continued to rub circles on your clit, her touch firm and relentless. Your hips bucked involuntarily, your body betraying your attempts at control. You turned your head slightly to look at Billie who until you turned your head, looked totally un-phased while watching the movie. As if she wasn’t ravishing her complete dream girl under the blanket.

"Let go f’me, angel," Billie whispered, her voice a soft command. "I want to feel you come around my fingers." Her words were like a spell, pushing you over the edge. It was so good you heard a ringing in your ears.. wait no. You actually were hearing a ringing.

You and Billie looked away from each other towards the sound of the ringing.

Of fucking course it was your phone.

You hit decline, if it was that important they’d call back. You sheepishly apologized and giggled at your phone being so loud right in the middle of the movie. You turned your ringer off with a sigh and settled back into Billie’s lap.

She pinched your clit, sending a jolt through you, you kinda forgot her hand was still in your pants. Giggling, you snuggled back into her and her arms tightened back around you as she started to rub slow circles on you clit, building you back up.

Until your fucking phone rang again.

Well it didn’t ring, but the screen lit up with your siblings contact across the screen again. With a huff you situated your shorts and got up to leave the room to take the call. Billie followed quickly behind, watching you stumble like a baby deer a little bit. She stifled a laugh as you picked up the phone.

“Hello?” You answered with a bite in your voice. Billie came up behind you, snaking her arms back around your waist. She nuzzled her nose on your jaw before kissing the area.

“This better be fucking important,” You groaned into the phone.

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an: and with that i would like to formally introduce you to evil gracie hehehe🫣🥰 do you wanna part 3???👀

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mysteryshoptls · 8 hours ago

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SSR Malleus Draconia - Room Relaxation Vignette

"Happy Birthday"

[Courtyard]

Malleus: …Hm, so, these were the topics broached during today's Housewarden meeting, I see.

Malleus: There are quite a few points that should be relayed to the students under my care. I thank you for the information, Schoenheit.

Vil: Enough with your "I thank you." It's enough of a hassle to be forced to deliver the meeting minutes simply because we're both in the same year.

Malleus: I do have every intention of attending the meetings. However, it is only when the small rectangle is broken that those machinated sentences are sent to me.

Vil: Based on context, I assume that's supposed to be his phone and emails… Does he break his phone often?

Vil: At any rate, I'm just glad I was able to find you quickly. It would have been terrible If I had to go all the way to Diasomnia.

Malleus: I agree. My fellow dorm mates are quite busy today. They may not have had the time to entertain guests.

Vil: Busy? With what?

Malleus: Tomorrow is my birthday. Everyone is putting forth the effort for after-school party preparations.

Malleus: It seems they've been doing various preparations, from decorating the party venue to arranging the dishes to be served. I'm sure it will be quite a party.

Vil: I see… I'm actually a little surprised that you're this giddy over your own birthday.

Malleus: Giddy…? Heh, perhaps.

Vil: Well, I do hope you're able to attend your birthday party. And make sure to fix your phone, at least.

[Vil leaves]

Malleus: I think I will head back to the dormitory, as well. I should relay the information to the other dorm students.

[Hall of Mirrors]

Malleus: I've scoured every inch of this academy's campus…

Malleus: And as I thought, there are no other run-down buildings similar to Ramshackle.

Malleus: I used to enjoy strolling its grounds at night... Oh, well. There are plenty of buildings.

Malleus: If I simply wait 100 years or so, they should be in peak condition then. I'll simply look forward to that moment and head back to the dormitory for now.

[Diasomnia Dorm – Hallway]

[Sebek speaks]

Malleus: …Ah, Sebek, you're still awake. Lower your voice. You'll wake the others.

[Sebek speaks]

Malleus: Heh, there is no need for you to apologize so strongly. You should head to bed soon, as well.

[Sebek speaks]

Malleus: Now, then… I suppose I should take a bath and head back to my own room.

[Diasomnia Dorm – Malleus's Room]

Malleus: It seems as though the humans have already all fallen asleep…

Malleus: Yet, it is still too early for me. I suppose I could look over what was taught in class today.

[Diasomnia Dorm – Malleus's Room]

Malleus: Hm, interesting… We only briefly touched this topic in class, but this is actually quite fascinating once I delve further into it.

Malleus: There are times that such common knowledge to humans is a brand new discovery for me.

Malleus: Because there are these occasional surprises, I find my time studying here at this academy to be actually worthwhile. …Do you not agree?

Malleus: My dear gargoyle?

Malleus: …Heh, you are looking spectacular today. I should expect so, as my best work by far.

Malleus: I should begin thinking about where on the castle grounds I should place it once I return to Briar Valley.

Malleus: …Ah, right. On that subject, there was something I intended to fill in.

「Survey on Quality of Life Improvements for the Student Body」

Malleus: The Headmage once cautioned me to not keep so many gargoyles in my room, as the floor would cave in…

Malleus: However, the issue at hand here is the durability of the dormitory room floors. There is no reason I should have been the one scolded about it.

Malleus: There are many gargoyles all over this campus that is in need of serious repair.

Malleus: It is arduous enough to bring them to my room to repair them and transport them all the way back to their rightful place… And yet he rudely states that it wasn't even asked of me to do.

Malleus: "I urgently request the floors be reinforced. Be sure to improve the durability so as to be capable of holding as much as 50 gargoyles."

Malleus: This should be good enough. Now… I think I will welcome in a little night breeze.

Malleus: Ah, there are no clouds in the heavens tonight. The stars shine so brilliantly.

Malleus: When I first came to this academy, I was astounded by how differently the stars could be seen.

Malleus: In Briar Valley, both the town and the castle were lit all through the night.

Malleus: However, when the sun goes down here, most of the light disappears and it seems as though the stars shine brighter.

Malleus: I find it fascinating that despite it being the same night sky, the different environment lends to a different view.

Malleus: Even if there is no light, the stars are bright enough to see by. I think I shall spend the rest of the evening right here.

Malleus: …The skies are lightening. I was so caught up that I completely neglected the time.

Malleus: Despite the time spent here, I still feel at ease at night. It is rather difficult to adjust my schedule to those who do not thrive in the nighttime as I do.

Malleus: I suppose that is also part of the learning experience. I should try to sleep soon.

Malleus: If I am unable to get enough rest, it will affect both my classwork, and the party being held after school.

[Diasomnia Dorm – Malleus's Room]

[ting, ting]

Malleus: Mm… Time to get up already, hm.

Malleus: Mmhh… Hah. It is still strange to awaken to daylight.

Malleus: I should clear my head.

[magically splashes water]

Malleus: …The cold water somewhat helped to snap me awake. I suppose I should start preparing for the day.

Malleus: Come to me, mirror. Brush, detangle my hair…

Malleus: Yaaaawn…

Malleus: Urgh, I did not mean to let out such a large yawn. If I were to do such a thing before others, I would not hear the end of it from Grandmother.

Malleus: …Now that I think of it, how old was I when I used my magic half-asleep and caused my hair to tangle up in my horns?

Malleus: If I recall, it was not long after I was finally capable of taking on my human form… Heh, that brought back some nostalgic memories.

Malleus: Now, next I should… Ah, yes, Lilia was saying something about how the birthday boy should dress more lavishly.

Malleus: It may be unbecoming of me to wear my makeup as I normally do. I should select the colors I want to wear while I'm at it. First, my lips…

Malleus: How about red? This noble shade is said to be the color the Thorn Fairy would wear to celebrations… But could this be a little too garish?

Malleus: Purple, perhaps? Lip brush, paint mine lips the color of dark purple… Ah, yes, this is the perfect shade.

Malleus: However, thinking it over, wouldn't black be a more suitable color for a celebratory occasion, as it is the norm in Briar Valley currently?

Malleus: How vexing. Then, what if I were to mix the colors… Like this?

Malleus: Aah, a good shade, as I thought. I think I will wear this color to the after-school party.

Malleus: As long as I prepare ahead of time like this, I should not be late at all. I'm sure I'll make it in time for the party, as well.

[Main Street]

[zoom!]

Vil: Wah!?

Vil: What was that sudden gust…? Wait, Malleus?

Vil: Stop right there, it's dangerous to fly that fast! What if you hit something and cause an injury!?

Malleus: Ah, Schoenheit. Apologies, I was not watching where I was going.

Vil: Why were you in such a… Oh? Right, weren't you saying today was your birthday?

Vil: Weren't you throwing a party? What are you doing here?

Malleus: I am heading there now.

Malleus: While the party preparations were in its final stages, I was thinking of what would be the best makeup to wear today.

Malleus: They said they would alert me once the preparations were completed, however I found myself so engrossed that I did not notice their messages.

Malleus: This darn thing even sends notifications without a single sound for what should be important information. I absolutely cannot trust that small rectangle.

Vil: Notifications without a single sound…?

Vil: …Do you not know how to turn your phone off silent mode?

Malleus: What do you mean by silent mode?

Vil: …Ugghh… Fine, hand me your phone. I will turn the sound on.

Malleus: Is that alright? But…

Vil: If you're late to any meeting from here on out, I absolutely will not stand for it. And there is no need to worry, this won't take more than a couple minutes.

Vil: I'm sure you'll still make it on time to your party. Consider this my birthday present to you.

Malleus: Mm, you're right. I appreciate your gift.

Requested by @kingren77 and @sakurakudo.

#twisted wonderland #twst #malleus draconia #vil schoenheit #twst malleus #twst vil #twst sebek #twst translation #twst birthday #mention: lilia #mention: maleficia #mention: crowley

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spacegyaru · 3 days ago

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cw: shidou ryusei x afab! reader. all characters are aged 21+ (you and shidou are already 25 atp). this is the second part of this! do not read it unless you have read the previous part! 💗🤭

~ there is a bit of angst here! also, i really tried to keep shidou and character and read loads of analysis for this huhu so good luck to me!! i hope you guys would like it as much as you loved the first part! + reader is a nurse and toxic shidou! 😌 i tried to keep it realistic guys, we all known it's not going to be all rainbow and skittles with shidou in it.

word count: 2k+

fast forward to five years later. five fucking years. you don't know how you made it that far, but somehow, you managed to get yourself out of that hellhole.

well, after finding out that you were pregnant, your initial reaction was to tell your parents about it. you were young and they still paid for your college fees that time, so you know that they have the right to at least hear from you.

as you expected, your parents did not have the best reactions. your dad scolded you— even slapped you, and your mom called you a slut, then they started fighting and blaming each other on whose fault is this.

suddenly, the fact that you're pregnant is no longer about you and the baby, but it's about blaming who was the worse parent between the both of them. your dad blamed your mom for caring too much about her appearance and not paying attention to you, while your mom blamed your dad for not protecting you enough and being around. in actuality, both are horrible.

you swore you'll never want your kid to grow up in this kind of hell you were raised in. that's why you felt so much joy when your parents agreed to help you but they asked you to move out to your grandparents’ house in a far away rural area so people wouldn't see you ‘blowing up like a balloon’ (as what your mom said) and ‘bringing shame to the family’.

luckily, compared to your parents, your grandparents are good people. they comforted you and made sure that you're well-fed during your pregnancy.

you ended up giving birth to a little girl, which you named miyu. she was born with your hair color, pink orbs, and tanned skin. her nose and eye shape weren't yours. you didn't even want to think about who does it remind you of.

it wasn't easy to have her either. miyu was a handful baby and post-partum depression did not sit well with you. but luckily, your grandmother is around.

shortly after that, you decided to go back to college while working part-time. all while miyu was growing. if you didn't have your grandparents, you surely wouldn't be able to survive. they were a huge help to your studies, and in taking care of miyu.

after your studies, you went back to the city to look for a better job as a registered nurse around tokyo. you thanked your grandparents and took your daughter with you.

about shidou… well, you've seen him on TV and he's doing well, winning lots of football games, and even having some dating rumours. you hated every inch of him. you hated how he act all smug and cocky on TV. you hated how he never even tried to contact you after that night. you hated how he did well while you struggled to survive.

the only comfort that you had was miyu's smile. she is a very cheerful child. she's very friendly towards people and she's a social butterfly. the first time you took her to the nursery, she became friends with everyone.

anyway, you're working as a registered nurse around tokyo's biggest hospital. luckily, miyu's preschool is nearby. but with no one to watch over, you would fetch her during your free time and bring her back to your workplace.

“y/n, doctor nishimura needs your assistance in his office in third floor.” your co-worker said and you rushed going there.

when you arrived, you were asked to call the patients’ name in the waiting area and assist in medical check-ups, like taking their height, weight, blood pressure, and etc. it was all good. you were doing just fine. until you saw who the last patient is.

“sh-shidou r-ryusei…” there was a light stutter in your voice as you turned pale, an expression of shock written on your face. it seemed that he's here for some athlete medical checkup or whatever it's called.

the moment shidou saw you, he did not recognize you at first. but seeing how awkward you were while taking his blood pressure, he finally recognized who you are.

“wait, aren't you y/n?” shidou asked then started talking to you like a casual friend who's trying to catch up. you didn't respond well. he told you that he'll be in a 3-month long vacation after winning a huge match in france.

when you were left alone with him as you were asked to assist him althroughout, like going to the cashier and settling payment, (since the doctor said that other patients might harass him since he's famous), he fucking dropped the bomb that made you erupt.

“if you're interested, we could hang out together while i'm in tokyo. like the old times.” he said in a smug voice, obviously hinting to something sexual.

you stopped while walking, looking down. shidou, who only continued, wondered as you stayed that way for seconds. shidou looked at you curiously. he slowly approached you, but your hand seemed to have another plans, giving him a slap on the cheek.

shidou looked at you shocked for seconds while holding his cheek, then his face changed into smirk before he told you “come on, you can't be mad over something that happened years ago, right? what happened to the good girl y/n?” he gave you a menacing look.

but before you could say anything, a small high-pitched voice reached out from your behind. “mommy, i'm hungry!”

seeing your daughter, you left shidou and approached your daughter, carrying her in your arms, telling her how you'd get her some cookies from the pantry.

as your carried miyu in your arms while walking away, shidou could not help it but to stare back at the pink orbs of the little girl which sparked curiosity. that, combined with the little girl's tanned skin and nose— shidou already fucking knew who that little girl is.

after that day, shidou would visit you during working hours. he would go there, trying to ask you to hangout with him, with that permanent smug look that you hated the most.

he did this for the whole afternoon. luckily, today, you were able to hire a babysitter for miyu because you expected to work overtime. you doubt he would leave you alone, not giving you some time to fetch her.

even after your shift, shidou was still there. you got fed up and asked him why the hell is he bothering you during work hours, even telling him to get lost.

but shidou still seemed to be unfazed by you freaking out. instead of saying anything, he just said “awww, don't you want me to get to know your little girl too? are you gonna hog her all by yourself?”

that's when you lost it. you dragged him in the hospital's parking lot and asked him what he truly wants.

shidou asks you to enter his car so you guys could ‘talk more’. thinking that he's just scared of the paparazzis, you agreed to talk with him inside his car with tinted glasses.

when you both sat on the front seats, he waited for you to speak first and you broke the silence.

you told him that you found out that you were pregnant after that night and you didn't get to tell him because he blocked you everywhere on social media. you're mad because he promised that he's going to be with you after but he left without saying anything.

shidou basically just gaslit you and told you that you never tried hard enough like contacting him thru his emails. he even had the guts to victimize himself and say that he felt hurt you never told him.

“just shows how my little y/n won't trust me enough to look after our poor little baby and that makes me sad.”

you rolled your eyes and attempted to get off the car, when shidou held your hand, trying to stop you. you decided to stop and take one last look at him. he holds your hand tighter, but not in a hurting way.

“oh hell nah, y/n. don't do this to me, i'm a changed man, ya know?”

you told shidou that if he's planning to ghost you again, he's never gonna get to know miyu. he is not going to be her first heartbreak. you made it clear to him.

shidou was like, “i know i didn't keep my promise to you, but i'm not a monster to do the same thing to her.”

you still didn't believe him, until he told you that he wants to show how serious he is. “give me your bank account number” but you didn't want to give it to him because of your pride.

but then he started saying “you sure you don't want my help? you were eating a one-dollar ramen during lunchtime. how can you even give what's best if you can't even give yourself anything?”and he said it in a taunting voice. oh boi, all these years and he's still so good at provoking people.

so you ended up giving your bank account details. you received a notification on your phone saying that you just received 7 million yen— about 50k dollars. you looked at him in disbelief.

“also, don't let her wear those ugly floral dresses. buy her something else.”

you muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ altho you didn't really wanna say that but you know you needed to.

both of you agreed on a co-parenting situation. for visits, he would visit your daughter in your apartment every weekend. you wanted those instead of public because paparazzis may spot your daughter. she doesn't deserve that kind of toxicity yet.

first time visiting your apartment, shidou basically roasted your house and bought you a whole apartment just two floors way from his own apartment. “and you said you didn't need my help? i don't think my baby should even live in this place.” you moved in that place a month after he first met miyu.

the first time they met each other… you hate to admit it, but they got along really well. both of them weren't too emotional about it. it was just like two best friends meeting each other and having a lighthearted conversation. you observed miyu and it seems that she's at ease around shidou.

“miyu, that's your dad.” oh boi she ran so fast in his arms and hugged him. luckily, he caught her. since then, the both of them have been talking. miyu liked calling shidou his ‘daddy’. and honestly, shidou was proud of it.

shidou was the fun dad. you'll say ‘no ice cream’ and he's gonna bring your daughter ice cream while you're not around. when you say that she shouldn't eat sweets after brushing her teeth, shidou would just tell her to have some then she can brush her teeth after. so in no time, miyu became a ‘daddy's girl’ while you were the ‘no-fun and strict’ mom (as said by shidou when miyu's not around).

the whole co-parenting setup was okay. but shidou would make advances towards you whenever miyu is not looking. he would flirt with you, saying how your genes looked great when mixed together and sometimes, he would bring up that miyu needs a playmate. you would only roll your eyes at him, saying that you'd rather die than to repeat the same mistake.

it was all peaceful. you were starting to put your trust in him— until you saw a selfie of shidou and miyu all over the news and headlines. it seemed that he posted her on his insta, without your consent.

you did not like that one bit. both of you told each other that if he wants to something like this, he needs to talk to you first. again, shidou forgot to keep up with his word.

with an angry tone, you immediately called shidou and asked to talk to him in private. he asked you to come over to his apartment— and you were hesitant at first, but you agreed. you decided to drop off miyu at the local daycare center, just so the both of you could talk it out.

#💗★ vivi's tots #bllk smut #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x reader #bllk headcanons #blue lock smut #bllk x y/n #shidou ryusei x you #shidou x you #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou x reader #shidou ryusei x y/n #blue lock headcanons

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ink-stainedkiss · 3 days ago

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On Campus: The Prize of Affection

pairing: Geto x Reader x Gojo

← 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 / 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟏 / 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 →

Contents: college au, SLOW BURN, fluff + angst + smut, alcohol, frat parties, attempts of spiking, harassment, some violence, jealousy, pining, flirting, MULTI ENDS, happy ending.

Well, after two years of the same thing—rambling professors and poorly written notes—you were finally starting your third year of college. It felt dreadfully monotonous. Mostly because you knew the first day of your freshman year you were going to keep your identity on the down low and your grades higher than ever. It was great because this plan worked better than ever. You had a steady job, the local coffee shop, working with two of your closest friends, and most of all, your transcript practically screamed a high paying job in your future.

So yeah, it kinda made you jealous seeing the frat parties houses being raided by energetic students alike. Would you love to dress up and act like you didn’t have a test the next day? Of course. Almost everyone in college pictured their nights to look like that. They also thought college would be a breeze, but even you were caught off guard your first year.

“Thinking hard over there?” A deep voice chuckled, nudging your arm. Pulled out of your trance, you blinked, and faced the sound. Choso, your coworker here at the cafe, had seen your focused expression and was not doing a very good job at hiding his smirk. Scoffing, you pushed off the counter you had been leaning against, and sent him a glare,”Yeah, imaging different jobs to apply for, so I can get away from you.”

Choso raised a brow and it wasn’t long before your faux look dropped and you giggled. He smiled,”It’s about class, isn’t it?” You shrugged with an expression mixed with unsureness and agreement,”I mean I guess, but I’m not like nervous to go back…if you get what i’m saying.”

His lips trilled,dismissing your words,”You have Professor Yaga, I would be shitting myself.” Rolling your eyes, you stared out to the rising sky, content with the almost purple ambience across the street. The first hour of the morning shift was always the best,”You’re such a baby. He’s not that bad.”

Choso walked toward his premade coffee, sipping it and watching you with unamused eyes behind the mug,”The difference is because he actually likes you.” Glancing back toward the glass front of the shop, you saw your first customer of the day walk toward the door,”No, the difference is I have the intelligence to keep up with his lectures.”

Your coworker’s jaw dropped, but he couldn’t say anything, since the customer walked in with a pleased smile. What you didn’t tell Choso was that you were slightly nervous for class, but not about the teacher. It’s just, something felt off. You knew your routine like the back of your hand and it brought you comfort, so waking up early before the sun approaches was just normal for you. However, today just didn’t sit right in your chest. Like you knew something was going to go wrong.

You liked being right, but at that moment you hoped you were entirely incorrect.

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It was a bit shocking how your boss was so lenient with your work schedule. You woke up around five, opened the shop at six with Choso or whoever was assigned to the morning, then waited till nine to leave. Your class starts thirty minutes after that, so it gives you so much down time. Walking across the campus, books held against one arm while you moved, you prayed that the nauseating feeling was just a bad muffin you snuck from the front.

One thing the movies did correct was that college was pretty packed. It seemed every second you were maneuvering around barriers of people that also seemed to have no special awareness. Still, it was just a customary thing for college, so you trudged forward. The entrance to the school was just ahead, its path covered in chiseled quotes on its stone floor, and a majestic statue of a crane ahead of the doors.

You were only halfway when your phone buzzed and after a cautious glance in front of you. Good. No people. Taking out your phone, your eyes caught onto the notification bubble, but your phone couldn’t even unlock before your side slammed into someone’s shoulder.

“Shit.” You groaned, feeling your books slip from your hold. Ah, this was what that feeling was warning me about. The problem wasn't that you had dropped your things, it was the fact the culprit didn’t have the decency to stop and help or at the least apologize. You whipped your head around, locking onto the pure white hair already strolling away from the scene. Anger flooded to your veins and before you could stop yourself, you opened your mouth.

“Thanks, Asshole.” Figuring, since he barely reacted to running into you, that he wouldn’t hear your remark. Regardless of how he picked up the sound, the guy had heard you, and you stared as he turned his head. He didn’t make a comment, but instead gave you a quick glance. Oddly enough, his eyes cut deeper than any insult could.

You hated to admit it, but his eyes were beautiful. A shade of blue that could make the sky jealous. They were enticing, but the spiteful gleam made you immediately tense up. Still, you held your ground, no matter how intimidating his look was. Before you knew it, he was already facing the front, bothered by nothing. Your teeth grinned together and picked yourself up off the floor. You’d be damned to look like a helpless fawn in front of these people.

In your heart, you told yourself to chase after him, scream and cuss, but you stayed calm. It was just another dick that believed he had some sort of untouchable god complex. It was useless to sit there and complain. After all, college is huge and you wouldn’t see that guy again.

As you walked to the front doors, your eyes remained straight forward. Paying no mind to the curious glances, you trudged forward to your first class.

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“-okay, it seems all of you are here.” Your professor started at the front of the room. Maybe it was bias, but you believed that Professor Yaga worked the hardest amongst the other teachers. You’ve had him since the beginning of your time here at college. He taught loads of subjects and you always seemed to shine throughout each,that’s why you were the so-called “favorite”.

“Today we’ll just be a go over of materials and lessons I will be teaching.” He explained, glancing back at the plain slide show he created.

Before Professor Yaga could say the first item, the doors in the back opened quickly. Everyone’s attention shifted as the commotion grew. You had to admit your curiosity got the better of you and you turned to watch who came in so late. Little did you know, you weren’t prepared for the storm about to swoop into the lecture hall.

It seemed almost fake like before you arrived the scene was choreographed. Two men waltzed in, neither of them showing guilt on their faces. The first one had very long hair; dark and it was put up in a claw clip. He gave half a smile, one that was supposed to be an apology, but his other friend did not share this gesture.

The friend raised a hand toward the professor, waving like he didn’t just interrupt him,”Hey, sorry the line at the coffee shop was super long.” You have to be kidding. Your mouth parted at the audacity, but Yaga only let out a disappointed sigh,”It's fine, just sit down.”

The room was packed but no one around you looked to be disturbed—or at the least shocked—their rude enterace. Was this common? No. Most people give a short ‘Sorry’ and skitter to their seat, but they just didn’t care. Your brow furrowed as they walked, showing no signs of picking up their speed. You scanned over there faces, making mental notes to stay away from both of them. Though, as you stared at the other male, your heart sank. Bright sapphire eyes locked onto your own and a wave of Deja vu hit you harshly.

It was the same guy who knocked into you without so much as a word. Your hand resting on the desk tensed into a fist. While in the middle of a staring contest, you expected him to throw you a cocky smirk, scoff, just something. You never guessed he would show you a look of genuine amusement. His lips turned upward and he winked at you. Did he even recognize you? You hadn’t interacted with the other guy, but he didn’t look any better.

These two were practically the stereotype for coming of age movie jock’s. Complete disdain grew in your chest as you watched them stroll down the lecture hall stairs. They dapped up their friends loudly, tossing sultry smiles toward the audience, and—ew did someone just squeal? Whoever they were, their egos shined too bright for your liking. Consider yourself uninterested.

You swiftly turned back around,but sadly the only available seats were the ones directly behind you. Their obnoxious chuckles grew slightly and you were pretty sure you heard the rude one mumble something to his friend. Whatever. Just pretend they aren’t there. It was easier said than done, since throughout the entire lesson their muffled conversation kept skimming past your ears and even as you tried paying attention, it seemed two sets of eyes were burning into the back of your skull.

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What you need | 05

Synopsis: everybody needs, but how do you define need? Do you even know what you need.

Jungkook x fem reader.

Genre: best friends au, angst, fluff, smut, slow burn.

Wc: 10k

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Thursday 9:45am

Since morning you’ve been staring at his contact, should you text him? You asked yourself. He told you he’d be very busy this week, so you don’t want to bother him, not with some unnecessary chatter. Unlike you he has a job that keeps him away from his phone. All you can do whilst in your cubicle is stare at your phone as your legs go numb and ears deaf from the silence. So, it’s not shocking that he hasn’t yet replied to your ‘hey’ text.

You look at it feeling dumb. He’s not doing it on purpose, you try to remind yourself. He’s busy, everyone’s busy. Willoe, Jimin. All busy. They’re all you got and they’re all busy. Sigh. You miss those times when you were all free and would club hopping all night. It was so fun. At that time, you hadn’t known Jungkook too well, but he seemed like a cool guy. You and Willoe would get drunk whilst the guys preferred to be sober. Lameee, you would tell them. But it was for good reason. You and willoe are horrible drunks, it doesn’t take much to have you stumbling on your feet. It’s a bad trait, one which leads you preferring not drinking much lately.

Jungkook being very aware of the trait very early on, would always stay by your side whilst you party. He hates how guys approached you more in the vulnerable state (he hates when guys do it to anyone.), which resulted in him standing closer to you. You were too drunk to notice this new friend of yours stand a little closer to you, you never did mind the action though, it kept guys away and you liked that. Only on nights you wanted guys away though.

Part of those nights that you loved the most were when you and Jungkook would chat, drunkenly talking about whatever came to your minds. Those were one of the ways you and Jungkook even got closer. And being the horrible drunk you were, you would cry on his shoulder about how you don’t know what to do with your life and how everything is going wrong. He’d always stay silent and let you rant, occasionally comforting you and telling you he’s here, when you sobbed a little harder. You always felt that you were burdening him with your presence, but he assured you he didn’t mind.

And he truly didn’t mind, he loved knowing that you were able to open up to him, even though it was when you were drunk. He appreciated knowing that he gave you enough comfort to open up to him. Once sober you’d apologize and tell him to forget everything you said, all which you were not able to remember. That gave you anxiety and thoughts of how Jungkook could be irritated by you, but his soft chuckle comforted you otherwise. The way you begged him to forget whatever you said made him chuckle. He never forgot a single thing.

Till now you wonder what you could’ve said during your rants, all which Jungkook refuses to tell you when you ask. He says you told him to tell no one, and he keeps that key to himself. You roll your eyes every time.

Those days are mostly gone, now that you’re all settled into the full-time working environment. You do hope that you will get chance to go out as a group and relive those days. This time you won’t get drunk and say probably embarrassing things to a poor Jungkook.

It was when Jungkook was having his late lunch that he saw your text. And it’d been many hours later. He’d been so busy he didn’t get to touch his phone once. One thought that popped up in his mind was what if you needed something? He brushed it away knowing you would’ve probably called if it was something serious. Though he does feel bad for going all this time and not responded to your text. He’d never purposefully ignore you.

Jungkook: sorry I didn’t see your text.

Jungkook: hey 😊

Jungkook: have you eaten lunch?

Jungkook: or breakfast at that.

Do you wanna grab dinner together later? Is what he wanted to send but before he did, he remembered you told him you’d be having an evaluation at this time, you wouldn’t see his text. You won’t see any of them. And by the time you do, it’ll be late. Honestly, he’ll probably have to spend a night at the shop cause of how much work he’s got, so the dinner thing wouldn’t even happen. Gosh he wishes people took better care of their cars, but then he wouldn’t have a job. So, you know what? Destroy your cars and give him overnight work to do with a gross deadline. He loves it.

He envies how Irene just comes in does paper work and leaves. He loves his job, but he could really use a break. A night out with his friends, or maybe a movie night with you where you watch a horror and laugh at stupid decisions characters make. Gosh he’d kill for that. He misses listening to you explain what they should’ve done. Like you would’ve done that if it was you. You’re a scaredy cat and the only reason you’re able to watch anything scary is if it’s day time or you’re with someone.

When you do watch them you love it. It’s just the haunting thoughts and fears that someone could be watching you through the window or whilst you’re outside that scare you. Otherwise, if you didn’t get those thoughts you’d love watching horrors every time.

Gosh he misses having enough free time.

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The clinking of tools, roars of testing engines and tires bounces around the walls of the shop. Irene watches from a distance as a Jungkook, with rolled up sleeves and stuffed under the hood of the car, sweats. He’s tired. She can tell and it makes her feel bad. But the week is almost over, and a big chunk of the work will be done and over with.

Jungkook wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of hand, which doesn’t do much but smudge it. He’s been breathing tainted air all whole week and staring at car parts too long. It’s getting repetitive. Putting his hands on his waist he steps back to look at the car.

“You know, if you stare at that engine any harder it’s gonna wake up.” Irene’s voice chirps from behinds.

Jungkook sniffles as he wipes the sweat off his nose. “Good. Then it can fix itself.” He’s been working on it for so long that he forgets what he’s even fixing. Irene can see how confused he looks staring at the object.

“Did you check the oil?”

“First thing I did, Irene.” Jungkook watches as she moves to peep inside the hood, making sure not to get her little grey office skirt stained with oil. It’d be a pain to wash out, it’s not like she does her own laundry. Jungkook chuckles, he takes the opportunity to grab a rag off his cart, which he uses to finally wipe off the sweat that still pesters him.

When he returns, he finds her leaning into the hood almost fully falling in. Jungkook watches wondering what she’s even doing out in the shop. Her eyes are as curious as her hands, touching places that make Jungkook worry for his progress.

Having enough of it, Jungkook gently grabs her hand to stop her from touching a cable that would fuck up his hard work. Her hands are soft and clean compared to Jungkook’s. When she looks at his hand then at him, he pulls away. She stands back. Holding her now slightly oil tainted hands. But she doesn’t hold it cause she’s disgusted by the dirt. She’s not that vain.

“Sorry but what do you even know about cars?” Jungkook asks with a chuckle choosing to fill the awkward air.

Irene drops her hand, taking feign offence to his words. “a little motor oil here and there, and stuff” her mind falters. She does know much, her dad surely made sure of that. But something about Jungkook’s mocking nod and smirk have her mind flaking. “I can change a tire.” She can. “So, I know enough.”

Jungkook nods in faux amusement. He doesn’t believe her, she looks too ‘pure’ to know anything about cars. Let alone how much they cost; he doubts she’s ever had to look at the price tag. “But who needs me to know anything about cars when I have talented people like you.” Jungkook chuckles at her words proving his thoughts right.

“So, you’re here for?” He’s just curious, so he asks knowing she usually spends time in her office. An office which has gotten more boring by the day.

She folds her arms making sure to do it in a way that the oil doesn’t smudge on her shirt. “Just cause...” she was bored. “The office is a boring place you know?”

He returns to the car. “I know.” He knows by virtue of being your listening ear. You’ve complained to him so much that he’s probably mastered the floor plan of your office, though he’s never been. You’re very good at detail. That little crack in the tile on the way to the bathroom that always seems to catch onto your heel, he’s heard it all, he could write a book. It’s all funny though, he likes when you just talk on and on. You’re probably the only person he can listen to for long.

Irene narrows her eyes at him and how his lip seems to curl at something she can’t see. She ignores it. “And how would you know?”

“I’ve got friends.” He spits out matter-of-factly.

Irene doesn’t know much about Jungkook out of the shop or even their conversations. The only certain thing is that he’s got a friend called Yn, anymore than that she’s ignorant. It’s odd to her why she even remembers that.

The conversation goes silent for a moment, Jungkook is focused on the car but he can still feel her lingering presence. And if he turned, he’s see how she bit her red painted lips in thought of what to say next.

“My dad may visit this weekend.” He doesn’t know why he would care cause the man doesn’t own the place anymore, but he just nods. She goes on. “I can’t believe he thought I wouldn’t be able to run the place.”

“Sounds like he’s got you pegged.” He jokes. When she gasps and her heel hits his shin with minimal force he retreats. “I’m just joking. Chill.” He laughs.

“You run this place fairly well.” He’ll give it to her, for her age running such a busy place is encouraging.

“Thank you.” She smiles. When the silence grows a little too thick, she clears her throat. “Anyway, I should probably go answer some invoices.”

Jungkook nods. “All the best.”

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Thursday 4:38pm

You’ve been biting your nails since the evaluation, you could barely sleep. Did you say the right thing? Did you come off a little too cocky, too shy? Oh gosh. You really hope this turns out well if it doesn’t you’ve got no clue what you’ll do. You don’t want to be that friend in the group who doesn’t have a stable job. You’d be struggling with rent and probably have to move back in with your mom, who lives in another town, if that did occur, you’d be separated from your friends. Which would suck all the more. Though Jungkook would suggest you move in with him. You’d never do that. You’d hate to be a leech of a friend. You even hate the thought of living rent free in Jungkook’s apartment.

You: couldn’t eat lunch. Was too nervous for the evaluation.

You responded to his text immediately you were out of that building and, on your way, back home.

Jungkook: laugh emoji

Jungkook: you’d probably through up on the poor interviewer.

You: you know me too well.

You smile to yourself.

You: how’s work?

Jungkook: busy asf and I want to run away.

You: you should. I will too.

You: tell Jimin and willoe.

Jungkook laughs.

Jungkook: Jimin would be the last of us to agree.

Jungkook: he loves his job too much.

You went on talking and enthusing about how all of you should hangout one day. You talked until you fell asleep and Jungkook immediately knew your silence meant that.

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Friday 11:27am

As you work your ass off on some file Hoseok gave you, you remember why you’re doing this. To not be a leech to anyone.

“Yn.” The voice of your cubicle neighbour makes it to your ear, through your air pods. You take them off. And when you stare up you find her where she usually is when talking to you. Elbows hanging off the wall, and wavy hair leaning down her shoulders. “You work too hard.” She states randomly.

It could be the folders on your desk with deadlines, the documents open on your computer or the coffee you plan on having for lunch.

You chuckle. “How can I relax?” you stop to look at her with a smile. She’s been one of your friends? Colleague? That you’ve gotten to know and comfortable with, she’s carefree more than you are and you admire that. You both bonded on your boredom from the job. Unlike you she’s not an intern and has been working for the company longer than you. She’s helped you navigate everybody in the office, how they behave and how to work with or around them. Hoseok especially. She’s honestly been of great help to you.

And even though your internship is ending soon you hope to stay in contact with her. If you end up not getting hired.

“I have a way.” she lowers her voice which causes you to raise a brow. Is she about to sell you some type of pill, with the way she’s looking around you’d definitely think she’s about to do so. “The other girls and I thought we’d all go for drinks.” You scrunch your face in thought, and Chae catches onto your doubt. “Come on it’s just us girls. Plus, it’s Friday.”

You’ve been dreaming of a chance to go out, maybe this is it. You don’t really need that much convincing; it’s a good chance to relax and get to know your other colleagues.

“Okay.” You nod, smiling excitedly at the thought. Chae sighs relieved she didn’t have to convince you much.

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Friday 7:56pm

“You free to hangout to night?” Jungkook asks. “We can watch that terrifier movie, or whatever.” He enthuses but his tone stays calm. You’d like that but it seems that you and Jungkook are in two different time zones. When you’re free he’s busy, when you’re busy he’s free.

Stumbling across your room with the phone between your palm and ear, you try to pair an outfit for tonight. It’s just a girl’s thing so you don’t have to freak out about it. You don’t want to look lame thought, what if the others are going all out? “Did you forget I told you I’m going out tonight?”

“Really?” he feigns forgetfulness. He’s trying to get you to change your mind, knowing very well that you told him you’d be going out. As much as you’d like to hang out with him like old times, you can’t miss it because you’d hate to ditch Chae after you agreed to go. You’d hate for someone to do that to you, so you won’t do it to someone else.

You roll your eyes knowing damn well he knew. “Are you still at work?” you ask when you hear the noise in his background.

He sighs heavily giving you your answer. “Yeah. But hopefully tonight is the last day of hard labour.” He rolls his eyes staring at the direction of Irene’s office.

You pout hearing how tired he sounds. He’s been working too hard. “My break is coming up soon and Jimin’s gonna be back so maybe we can all hangout then.” You suggest whilst looking into your closet debating on choosing pants or a dress.

Jungkook is silent before he speaks. “I’ve actually missed the guy.” he acknowledges, a thoughtful look on his face. You grin. “Don’t’ tell him that though.” he pleads knowing you’d tell and the big head Jimin would grow.

“Already sent.”

“I can never trust you y/l/n”

You both chuckle.

“You know better than too jeon.”

Theres a silence that falls for a moment. You check to see if he’s cut. He’s still on the line. And before you can fill the silence he speaks. He’s voice soft and sincere. “Gosh I’ve missed hanging out with you.” Why the heck is that making you blush, maybe it’s the way his voice lowers or how he groans deeply after. It’s simple words you’ve both said to each other many times.

“Sucks.” Is all you can muster to say. Makes you sound like you haven’t missed hanging out with him too. You have though.

Whether Jungkook notices or not you don’t know cause he’s soon to speaking again. “Who are you going out with again?” he changes the topic, knowing how bad you are with sentimentals.

“Work friends.”

You hear him hum and it sounds like an insult is brewing. “What?” your pause with your hand on your hip. An action Jungkook suspects you’re doing.

“Nothing.” he shrugs off but you know him better.

“Say what you want to say.”

He shakes he’s head like you can even see the action. “I have nothing to say.” He purses his lips his voice raises along the sentence.

“Jungkook I’m gonna end th-”

“You didn’t tell me you made friends from the office.”

You laugh. He sounds so childish.

“Well, I did. Just one though.” Your voice lowers. You don’t mind having one friend at the office. You’re there to work and not make friends.

“Hoseok?”

You scrunch your face. “Hell no.” You both laugh, knowing how friendship is the last thing you and hoseok have. “Chae. She’s my cubicle neighbour.” You chuckle at how you’d adapted to the term. Theres no easier way to describe.

Jungkook nods taking in the information you give. “That’s good, she nice to you?” his voice gets a little more serious, causing you furrow your brows. This is one thing you know Jungkook for, worrying about who you’re around. You’ve grown to just know that that’s who he is, caring, and would do it for all his friends.

It doesn’t stop you from scolding him though. “Jungkook I’m not a baby.”

“Just asking.” He shrugs going silent afterwards.

This time you fill the silence. “She is kind to me.” It feels good to have someone kind to you in the office, seeing that you are sort of in the infancy stage at the company. “I’ll introduce you two one day.”

Jungkook raises a brow. “So that?”

Grinning you respond. “I don’t know, maybe you’ll like her. She’s cute.” Being aware of how much he dislikes this topic you find pleasure in teasing him about it. You’ve given up on finding him a blind date, but you won’t shy away from teasing him about it.

“Yn...” he warns threatening to end the call.

After your fit of laughter, you collect yourself to speak. “Don’t cut you need to judge my outfit.” you speak through the ruminates of your laughter.

Jungkook narrows his eyes. “Give me a sec.” He says switching to video.

The call doesn’t last long afterwards he helps you find clothes, though he’s choices had you narrowing your eyes at him. It’s not like he knows much about women’s fashion, so you don’t blame him much.

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Friday 8:22pm

‘’Why’d you call me over.’’ Jungkook says walking to Irene who’s just outside her office which is intersected with the shop. She standing up to try and meet Jungkook’s height. She’s got an excited smirk on her face which has Jungkook all the more confused. Jungkook just stands hands folded.

“Since you guys have been working so hard.” She starts. And walks around her desk. And as she’s about to continue she’s interrupted by a voice that has Jungkook turning his head behind.

“You mean over working them?” a sudden deep voice is heard as the familiar figure enters the room.

Isabel’s father is never usually here. He thought it would be best to leave his shop to his daughter, who in his opinion runs it well, but still has a lot to learn. Jungkook would say Isabel runs the shop well, but this overtime thing has her on his bad side.

“Appaa” she whines feeling embarrassed and not at all excited to see him. She had watched him walk into the shop during Jungkook’s lunch. But the look on Jungkook’s face tells her he hadn’t noticed her father’s arrival.

Jungkook hadn’t realized he was here, but maybe if he looked closer and wasn’t so distracted, he would’ve noticed the man had been watching him all along. Did he mention how much Isabel’s father, Mr lee, liked him.

“Jungkook, son!” he exclaims as he pulls Jungkook into one of those bear hugs he can’t escape.

Jungkook scrunches his face patting his back and inching to move away. “Mr lee, it’s been a long time.”

“Don’t be so formal with me, you’re like a son.”

He pats Jungkook’s shoulder and the smaller hums in pain and embarrassment. What’s more embarrassing is the fact that everyone in the shop can hear the conversation, due to the man’s large voice.

“Appa, can I finish what I was saying.”

“Go ahead dear.” He says still not moving from next to Jungkook.

She clears her throat. “I was saying, for celebration and an apology for working you guys overtime, I was thinking I take you all out for soju and food.”

The reaction was not what she was expecting. O f course she was not expecting everyone to leap for joy. But silence and awkward stares was not on the card as well.

“i have to pick up my daughter from my mother’s place.” One guy from across the room proclaims.

“it’s my girlfriend’s birthday today and i don’t want to disappoint.” Another adds. Everyone seems to have a reason not to go. With everyone one else giving their excuses Jungkook is the only one left. No excuse to cover for him.

“Jungkook, I’m sure you’re free right?” Mr lee chimes in causing Jungkook’s eyes to bulge out.

“Uh actuall-” his tongue slips around as he tries to speak and find the words to get him out of this situation.

“You’re gonna let her go all by herself, come on” he leans in “you’re a young man with no one waiting for him at home. Go out enjoy. I wish I could” he laughs out knowing his wife would not be pleased to hear him say that.

Irene rolls her eyes. “it’s okay if he’s busy, don’t force him” she folds her lips, starting to touch at some files on her desk. She does have work to do so dinner was probably a waste of brain usage.

“I’ll go.” Jungkook spits out, what does he have to lose with this. They’ll eat and he can finally be out to rest.

“That’s my boy.” Jungkook flinches at how harshly Mr lee’s hand lands on his shoulder. Gosh it’s gonna bruise. “I’ll be leaving as well, just came to take a peek.”

“Because you don’t trust me?” she knows that’s the reason even though he tries to feign ignorance. Instead of defending himself he stays silent. He moves in to hug her.

“You should visit soon. Your mother misses you.” He speaks into her hair.

“I will.” She doubts internally.

He hums taking her word for it. With a huge smile forming and turning to a quiet Jungkook he adds, “when you do, bring Jungkook. Your mother will love him.”

“Appa, stop that” she nudges for him to stop. He finds it amusing when they find it awkward and weird. You’re colleagues. She’s, his boss. It would never happen.

Soon they both sigh in relief as they watch the car drive off.

She turns to Jungkook, “you don’t have to-”

“Are we using my car or yours.” Jungkook cuts her off, being a man of his word he has to go through. He had nothing better to do anyways. You’re out probably having fun, he could too.

“Ah- I guess yours is fine.” She says nervously and confused at why he still wants to go. He doesn’t have to pretend.

“I’ll be waiting.” He says walking to his car knowing she has to lock up.

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Friday 8:45pm

You forgot how loud the music is in a club. It tears through your ear drums to get to your brain. Your brain thumps to its rhythm. Still, you walk on through the crowd, heat and smell of sweat enveloping your sensing, that’s one thing you didn’t miss. You keep walking the strobe lights catching your attention, like it’s the first time. Chae’s hand stays firm in yours to guide you through, if only she knew how well you know the format of this club.

You’ve been to this club before, but not many times. You always preferred the one across town. This one was too close to home, and you feared bumping into someone you know. You still do.

“We should grab some drinks first.” Chae says to everyone you’re with, which is not many. You’re just five. Dian, who’s an intern like you but you’re not so close to. Jen, who’s another intern but for the marketing team and Sooya who’s the leader for team one in sales, her team is all men so they weren’t allowed to attend. Honestly, she needed a break from them, nothing more irritating than leading men with underlying misogyny brewing in them.

“I can’t get too drunk.” Sooya says as she orders her mocktail. “I have a Saturday review meeting tomorrow and the last thing I need is to be nursing a hangover.” They all chuckle.

“How about you?” Chae turns to ask you, her eyes glowing under the lights, like a puppy.

You hesitate for a second looking confused like a nun being asked how much she’s gonna drink. Are you gonna drink much tonight? No. Just a little. You never came to get totalled, just let loose. You’d hate to be stumbling into the dark of your apartment like you left it. And you’re aware how hard it’d be to find the switch, that’s if you get past typing your pin. You know this night is gonna end late, so it’s be safer to drink less.

You all pick drinks of your choice and find yourselves dancing amongst the crowd slowly sipping at your drinks as not to get drunk so fast. Not Chae though, she’s on her third. You laugh as you watch, in real time, how the alcohol makes her cheeks blush.

You’re lost in the music, your blood rushing through your body quick, taking the alcohol you’ve consumed with it. Why the heck do these drinks have to be so good. The sweetest one’s get you the most. And they’re the ones you’ve been indulging in. One? Two? Four? Yeah four. Or more you can’t tell your head from your ass right now, let alone how many glasses the bartender handed you. All you can remember is he’s are you sure look. Which you brushed off. As the night goes on you find a way to your old ways. You thought tonight would be awkward cause you haven’t hang out with these girls much or before, but it’s pleasantly going well. You’re all getting along well, like you’ve always known each other.

The room is spinning but you spin with it, choosing to sway your body to the music, with Chae and the other girls cheering you on. You barely pay attention to the heat. You’re having too much fun, the DJ playing many of your favourite hits.

You’ve come to realize that they are cool, even Sooya who comes off a little mean in the office. But tonight, you’ve learnt she’s actually the opposite and she does it to keep the men in the office and her team in check.

You’ve learnt she’s a great dancer too.

Of course, some guys try to approach you all but you’re quick to cussing them out. It’s girls’ night, do you have to tattoo it on all your foreheads. giggle.

You’re all dancing, giggling, taking pictures and having fun when you get this knot in your stomach. It’s as if it’s squeezing itself and the feelings unbearable. And when you involuntarily gag, you know what it means. You’re about to puke. Gosh you thought you were better at this. It’s been a while though, so it’s like you have to retrain your tolerance. But with the way you’re feeling you doubt you’ll ever want to look at alcohol again.

Your body gives you chance to tell the girls you have to use the bathroom and luckily, they don’t question you too much. Knowing the bathrooms will probably be stuffed, you brisk walk your way to the alleyway. Once there you lean over, try to get whatever’s bugging you to leave your body. But nothing. You hurl, voluntarily and involuntarily but nothing. Is your freaking body playing tricks on you? You thought you wanted to puke but evidence is showing otherwise. And the knot still in your stomach is only causing your frustration to grow.

You feel your eyes fill with tears of frustration. What do have to do to get this to stop. you groan gripping your stomach. You should go home; you should really go home. Maybe you should call Jungkook to pick you up, because you feel horri—

“Yn?” a voice speaks. A familiar voice and like a sign of its irritation in your life, your stomach knots more. You groan. “Are you okay?” he questions moving closer to you and telling his friends to go on without him. He doesn’t know how he realized it’s you, maybe your side profile. But he’s glad he’s not wrong, otherwise this would’ve been an awkward encounter.

He moves to placing a hand on your back and leaning down to check your scrunched up face. You’d recognized him from his first word, but you could honestly recognize him from his scent if it came to it. Nothing has changed about him.

“Are you okay?” he asks once more when you don’t respond. The last thing you want to do is speak right now. “Yn, tell me if you’re okay. Do I need to take you to the hospital.” You chuckle even though it intensifies your uncomfortable state. Can’t he read fucking body language. The knot in your stomach has now moved to your heart and not in a friendly way.

So, forcing yourself you shrug his hand off your back. He moves. “I’m fine.” You’re not but it’s not something he should concern himself with. Why does he even care. Your back is slightly hunched (you try to not make a scene.) and your steps are slow, your pain is back but honestly you want to get away from him more.

“Bro, you coming?” one of his friends return to ask, the guy looks at you. Not concerned, they never are. His friend knows who you are and you know him, gosh how clueless you were, from his friends to him. All dirtbags.

He waves his friend off and he stares at you one last time before leaving. You seat yourself on a half wall Infront of the club, just to get some more fresh air, it seems to be helping.

“Who are you here with?” you can’t decipher why he’s asking. Is it because he cares or he’s afraid he’d have to have an encounter with Jungkook.

You focus on your breathing. “You should go with your friend.” you groan out, leaving no room for conversation. You thought you missed him, but for some reason looking at him pisses you off. This is why you don’t like this club, it’s to close to home.

“Yn.” He warns like he used to. He doesn’t want to argue, you look sick and he’s been wanting to meet with you. So, it hurts to see this is how you’re dealing with your encounter. “Here take this.” He says handing you a bottle of room temp water. You stare at it for a second, then two. You look up at him as he nudges for you to take it. “it’s sealed I just got it from the store.” It is. Water could probably help right now. ugh. Why didn’t you think of it. You reluctantly take the bottle and look at the seal.

It is water.

You drink it and like a joke the knot in your stomach loosens.

“Thanks.” You try to hand the rest to him.

Shaking his head he says. “Who are you here with?” you’ve never known to decipher if yunho has been the protective or possessive boyfriend. You could never tell.

You knew accepting the water would make him think you’re open to conversation. You roll your eyes. “Colleagues.” You say flatly and watch how doubt glosses over his eyes. You’re not gonna explain yourself to him though. So, carefully you drop down to the ground, feeling a little better after the water. “Colleagues who I should probably get back to.” You start to walk. But yunho feeling like he’s losing his chance stops you by grabbing your wrist, his grip loosening when you turn to stare him down.

He licks his lips, nervous for some reason. He doesn’t seem drunk, maybe his night just started. “Can I just have a word with you.”

“We’ve been having a word all this time, what more do you want to say?” You’re getting upset, he’s wasting your time whilst your friends are wondering where you could be and why you’ve taken so long.

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what?” sensing your hostility he chooses to quicken his talking.

He sighs, straightening his back and looking behind you. “Look yn, I’m really sorry. For everything.” he doesn’t even look at you. “I know I was such a bad boyfriend; I never treated you righ--”

“Yunho is this what you want to say to me?” you scoff.

He mumbles something under his breath from his frustration but you just stare. You’ve never been this difficult to talk to. “Why are you being difficult? You’re making this hard for me.”

You laugh bitterly. “Are you done?”

He sighs. He’s not in the slightest, but he knows why you’re upset, your little friend probably told you. He didn’t want to bring this up here but looks like it’s what you want to hear. If he says it and it helps you listen to him then he’ll say it. “I know you’re upset. I was wrong for what I did. I shouldn’t have cheated on you.” You freeze. Your brows furrow. CHEAT? When?

Your brows are touching but yunho doesn’t notice your confusion and keeps speaking. You wait, mostly silent just to arrange your thoughts. “I know...Jungkook told you and that’s why you’re so upset.” He breathes in, like he’s the one who needs it. You just stare, cheating? And now Jungkook? At this point your sickness is gone and replaced with shock. “I just want you to know she meant nothing to me. You’re the on-- ” he pauses when he sees the look on your face. Why do you look confused. Don’t you know?

“When?” is all you can ask. You lean back, your feet slightly losing balance.

Yunho stammers. “What do you mea--”

“When did you cheat?” it comes out harsh. But before he can respond you cut him off “when we were still together?”

He nods cowardly. Your breathing begins increasing. You’re gasping for air to keep yourself sane.

“Yunho!!?” you crouch to the ground. He reaches to you but you slap his hands away. Your legs don’t seem to work anymore.

Why are you acting like this. “Did you not know?”

“Do I look like I fucking knew.” You look up at him from your crouched position. Tears tittering to the edge. You run your hands on your face, you breath, well you try to. Is that why he broke up with you. It was never about Jungkook.

You stand, your legs feel wobbly like you could find home on the cold, dirty street concrete.

“It was never about Jungkook huh?” The tears fall and yunho looks like a lost dog. “You wanted me to take the fall. Be the bad guy when you were the one off doing shady stuff with who knows what.”

“Yn.”

“don’t fucking call my name.” You spit.

“j-j-Jungkook, he knew why did he never tell you.” You chuckle bitterly, your tears slipping past your lips.

“You should stop worrying about Jungkook and worry about yourself. You’re the fucking problem.”

“See? you always take Jungkook’s side.”

“Jungkook isn’t the one who cheated on me. He’s not the one who slept with me knowing he’s got some other girl on the side.”

“But he lied to you.” He states trying to get a word in. “isn’t he supposed to be your friend?”

“weren’t you supposed to be MY boyfriend?”

You just stare at him at watch how his tongue gets twisted. There’s nothing more to say. You wondered why you started to hate him but now you know.

You watch his speechless, dumb face with disgust. “Don’t ever talk to me, or approach me. Even if I’m dying.”

You turn and walk away, he tries calling out your name but you just walk and stumble, tears falling like the flood and no ark is surviving it. Nothing hurts than being disrespected like that, and then being told it’s your fault you’re breaking up. You actually loved him, him? You need to get better. Fuck him and fuck all guys like him.

As you walk to the door, Sooya walks out, the only sober one capable of coming outside to check on you. “Yn where were you; you weren’t in the bathroom--” she stops when she hears yours sniffle and watches how you try to wipe your tears.

“o-oh sorry I just got carried away.” You choose to look at the ground you stand on, you force a chuckle, hoping she will look past your tears. She doesn’t.

“what’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” You quickly reply trying to wipe the tears that keep falling.

She moves closer to you, bringing you into a hug, her being closer to your height making it easier. If this was Chae, you’d have to dip lower to be able to lean on her shoulder.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” You try not to cry on her shoulder and stain her clothes. You pull away still wiping tears. “Do you wanna go home? I can tell the girls. We’ve been out too long anyways.”

“You guys can stay if you want to, I’ll just an uber.” You wouldn’t want to hinder their fun, you barely wanted anyone to find you in this state. It’s humiliating. What are they going to say when they see you in the office. For all you know she could tell everyone in the office. Knowing all this, why the hell are you still crying.

You just want to go home.

“I’ll just call for an uber.” You say stumbling and pulling out your phone, to call an uber.

Sooya watches as you call for an uber and luckily the car is not far. Soon it’s rolling up by the roadside and waiting for you.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” you don’t have an answer, not now. But you’ll give her something everyone says.

“Yeah.” You smile. “Ill see you at work if I get the job.” You try to throw in some humour.

“You will.” She’s not part of the team that does the hiring but she’s seen how hard of a worker you are. And whatever’s just happened she hopes you’ll truly get better.

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Friday 11:43

When you’re sat in the back of the car, city light blurred from your tears and drunkenness all you can do is think.

Think about what’s going on with you. You’re not even thinking about the cheating, you’re upset and heart broken, yes. But what do you expect from men like yunho. Your friends did say stuff that you didn’t realize but now do. You’re not even thinking about that.

What you’re thinking about is Jungkook. He knew and he didn’t tell you. How long has he known? How did he even find out.

Why aren’t you mad at him? You want to, you feel like you should but you can’t. Jungkook would never hide stuff from you maliciously. If it was you, would you even tell him? Would tell him and watch how he’d break down cause of how the girl he loved cheated on him. You couldn’t. You don’t even know how you’d do it.

Maybe that’s why you can’t be upset. Cause you’d do the same thing. Maybe he was going to tell you, maybe like you he found out tonight. Your thoughts are nonsense right now. nothing but nonsense. You just wanna take some painkiller, shower and sleep.

All alone?

You’re starting to sob again. The driver looks through his rearview mirror and you know he’s looking at a sobbing you. But he chooses to say nothing, which you appreciate.

At the club and in this car, you hadn’t felt horrible, you did, but the fact that people were around you consoled you. The noise of the club and the engine and cars stops your thoughts from going too far. So, when you think about the fact that you’re gonna be all alone when you get home, makes you wanna cry more. All alone. You don’t want to be alone right now, any other day, okay. But not today, not now.

You don’t wanna be alone.

“Is it okay if I can change the destination?” you ask the man through sniffles.

He looks through the rearview once more. “Sure dear.” He says comfortingly and you’re so glad he’s not some creep; you don’t have energy to deal with that.

“Where do you want to go?” your answer is quick, the address engraved on your brain to the tea.

It’s a no brainer.

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Friday 9:45pm

Jungkook had always wondered if Irene liked him. The thought crossed his mind now and then, but it never stuck. She never gave off that kind of vibe—or maybe he just couldn’t see her that way. She was his boss, after all. Someone he humoured when she teased him at work. Attractive? Sure. He wouldn’t deny that. But something about her just didn’t... click. Maybe it was because they didn’t know each other that well outside of work. Or maybe it was because his thoughts were always occupied by other things. Either way, it wasn’t something worth lingering on.

“Sorry about my dad,” Irene says, breaking the silence. She sets her purse on the seat next to her, avoiding his gaze. “He can be a little over the top.”

Jungkook glances up from his menu, watching her fidget with the strap of her purse. Is she nervous? That’s new. She’s always so cocky and confident at the shop—seeing her like this almost made him want to laugh.

“It’s fine. I get it,” he says, returning his focus to the menu. He wasn’t really reading it, though.

The silence that followed stretched uncomfortably, and Jungkook could see Irene shifting in her seat out of the corner of his eye. Finally, she speaks.

“You didn’t have to come, you know,” her voice hesitant. “Plus... it’s kind of weird, just the two of us.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “What’s so weird? It’s just dinner.”

She nods quickly, almost too quickly. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s just dinner.”

The awkwardness lingers until the food arrives. But as they eat, the tension eases. They chat more comfortably, even laughing at a few shared jokes. For a moment, it almost feels normal.

When the waitress clears their plates, Jungkook leans back in his chair. “Want me to drop you off, or should we swing by the shop to grab your car?”

“Just take me home,” Irene says with a small shrug. “I’ll be at the shop tomorrow anyway.”

He pauses. “Why? It’s the weekend. Shouldn’t you be relaxing?”

She chuckles, shaking her head. “Relaxing isn’t really my thing. I’ve got to go through the books.”

He sucks in a breath nodding. “Sounds exciting,” he teases with a smirk.

“Very,” she deadpans, rolling her eyes.

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Saturday 12:00am

Walking to the apartment is a struggle through your blurry eyes, but luckily you wouldn’t even need your eyes to get to his door. Your legs know the route perfectly. Paying the driver was even more embarrassing cause of how hard it was to determine which notes were which. But after you were able to get the papers in order you paid and were quick out the door. You didn’t even make sure to check if he’d stopped at the right place, all you wanted was to be out of there.

Once you were out the cold air reminding you of how harsh life is, you relaxed. You didn’t want attention on you, the Seoul streets are still alive at midnight and the last thing you’d want to be in a stranger’s memory is the girl who was on the street, crying her eyes out. You sucked what was left of your sobs in as you walked to the entrance of Jungkook’s apartment building. He lived on a higher floor and all you were hoping for was to be alone in the elevator.

At least you were granted that. Fuck, I’m an ugly crier. Is what you’re thinking to yourself as you stare momentarily into the mirrored walls of the elevator. Once the heavy metal doors close, you sigh. You’re alone. Alone with your thoughts. You wipe the tears off your face so harshly you might peel back your skin. You could just let them fall, but you the feeling of tears running down and drying on your face. Though it doesn’t do much the wiping helps.

You distract yourself by counting along with the elevator, 1.2.3....

For how long were you not going to know? If you hadn’t bumped into him tonight, would you have gone forever without knowing what that jerk did. Jungkook. Jungkook knew, was he going to tell you, probably, he’d never hide this from you for forever. You don’t even want to be upset with Jungkook. You should’ve known, you should’ve been smarter. Gosh you wish you knew better.

Sniffle...

Ding. When the doors open and you spot an elderly couple walk in chatting happily, you sniffle in your sobs and wipe the tears that run down on there own accord. The elderly woman stares at you and you bow at her giving her a false smile. You hope she hasn’t recognized you.

Once they’re in and you’re out, the doors shut with a loud thud that has you flinching. You forget how noisy the contraption is.

Feeling lost and laggy you have to snap yourself out of staring at the door. Is this even the right floor, you didn’t check. All the walls look the same: endless, repeating and monotone. Makes you feel like you’re in your own mind.

Why the fuck did you come here, you should’ve gone to your own home. Is Jungkook even home? Does he even want to see you? He must be sleeping, he probably had a long day at work and its midnight, you don’t want to bother him. Just because you’re suffering doesn’t mean you should bother others.

You know the way, the number of steps to take till you’re at his door. You can see a little of his door from where you stand. You take a step forward, you pause. Go home yn, you can hear Jungkook’s voice say in your head. You know it’s not his, your mind is just playing with you. Jungkook has never told you to go home, especially when you’re in a fit of emotions like this. He’s always told you how welcome you are at his, and how you should always call him when you need something.

You need something right now. You need someone.

“What am I doing?” you whisper to yourself when you find your feet heavy to move. Your heart tightens and pounds at the same time and you swear you’ll explode anytime soon. You feel like a ticking time bomb, only seconds from destroying everything around you.

Just move. You chant as you walk to Jungkook’s front door. You stand there like having another task you have to accomplish. Gosh this is so embarrassing; you’re acting pathetic right now.

Other times you’re so confident knocking on Jungkook’s door, but now you’re reduced to a coward, feeling anything but worthy to cry on a friend’s shoulders. What if all this time Jungkook has never been your friend and been pretending. Shut up!

Knock

Wrapping your arms around your torso like the cold air’s personally followed you up to torment you as well, you look down the hallway. For no specific reason, maybe just to pass time while you wait for him to open the door. He doesn’t answer. What if he isn’t home? Like an idiot knocking on a door with no one inside. But to be fair your knock was pretty lame, no one would hear it, you barely could hear it yourself.

You clench you jaw and fist your hands; you’re getting frustrated with yourself you’ve done this a million times, it’s just Jungkook. He’d be so mad if he knew you’d even doubted knocking on his door. So just knock...

KNOCK!

Not that hard, Yn. You rub your knuckles after the impact.

Inside Jungkook flinches at the loud bang on his door. He stares in its direction for a moment. Is he getting raided?

He’d just gotten home from dropping Irene off. He’d barely taken off his jacket or shoes when he thought to call you. You hadn’t updated him or sent pics of your night. He can’t himself but feel worried, are you drunk? Are your friends taking care of you? He chuckles. “I do sound like I’m babying her.” He laughs to himself.

He pulls his phone out of his jacket, to call you. Just to make sure you’re okay. He presses the button to call you and walks to the door to see who’d be banging on his door at the den of night.

The call rings as he’s opening the door. As he opens it, he hears that silly ringtone of yours. Only unique to you.

The door swings open revealing your slouched and tear-stained face. You’ve been crying... wait what are you even doing here?

“Yn?” he says still processing his shock. “what’s wrong?” his brows furrow and voice reeks of worry and fear, did something happen at the club. Before he can think anything more your tiny sniffle brings him to reality.

“Get in.” He says pulling you in. Before he closes the door, he’s peeping outside to make sure it’s not cause of some creep following you up here. He’s still holding your wrist when he closes the door. Once it’s shut. It’s just you and him.

You thought you’d be stronger, strong enough not to break down immediately, when you saw him. But you guess you don’t know yourself that well. When your eyes meet, his low and filled with concern and yours filled with tears, they fall, Jungkook tries to speak but your wobbly voice beats him. “Jungkook...” you whisper not knowing what else to say. You don’t need to say much and even though he’s not informed well enough, he doesn’t need to be to pull you into him and wrapping his arm around you to cry on his chest.

In gasps you breathe in a mix of his cologne and your tears. Your sobs causing your body to shake. Jungkook’s hold grows stronger. He has a lot of questions and concerns but he’ll wait till you calm down. One hand rubs your back and the other holds your head. You’re so close to him you can feel his chest rise and fall, but it’s more of a comfort than a concern. A reminded that you aren’t alone.

His doorway is narrow but it feels like and open space. Like there’s nothing around, not even your thoughts.

“it’s okay, I’m here.” He whispers for you to hear. And when you do it leads to even stronger waves of sobs. With Jungkook you didn’t need to worry about how you cried, you didn’t need to be polite with it. He’s seen all your sobs; the raw and rough ones, the angry ones, the fake ones and the one when you laugh. He’s seen them all. There’s no hiding from him.

You fall weak and Jungkook stands to hold you. There’s a lot he’s thinking but one thing is how glad he is you came to him.

“I’m sorry...” he’s confused when he processes your words, muffled by his chest. You pull away slightly, just so you can look up at him. Jungkook’s hand is quick to cupping your cheek and wiping your tears. You’ve calmed down, and your sobs are settling. “I’m sorry to bother you so late, kook. I kn-”

Jungkook cuts you off shaking his head. “it’s okay, I want you here.” He whispers, calming you with his thump wiping away tears.

You feel embarrassed to be here, crying and your mascara running down your face in particles. Probably. Jungkook won’t tell you but it is, not a lot. You make it look artistic though. A pretty canvas, he thinks.

You don’t want to look him in the eyes, you want to stare at how much you’ve ruined his shirt for a moment longer. But slowly Jungkook is pulling your face up to look at him. He stares at you for a moment, eyes soft and analysing your features. You bite your lip, embarrassed under his gaze. Like you’ve never done something way more embarrassing.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

You could start cry at that question alone and the way you look to the wall tells him that. You’re trying to hold the rest of them in.

He drops his hand from your cheek but still keeps that close distance.

You collect your thoughts to speak. You’re calmer now, though you still feel the effects of alcohol. Your consciousness fights for dominance. “Um...at the club...” you start and Jungkook nods for you to go on, he feels that worry creep in again as you speak. “At the club, I-uh I.” Why can’t you think straight. Jungkook rubs up your arm to encourage you. You take a deep breath. “I met yunho.” You say the name and look up at Jungkook for a reaction. You can’t read his face; he just stares down at you, listening.

You still have more to say so you go on. “I went outside because I felt like puking. And uhm he saw me.” you swallow. You felt sick and didn’t call him? He pushes the thought away for the moment. “I didn’t want to talk to him, but then we ending up talking...” Maybe he should’ve come with you, is what he’s thinking. But he chooses not to dwell on it much. He’s thinking a lot of things, like where the story is going. “H-he then let it slip that he uh—that he cheated on me.”

Shit and for the first time Jungkook looks away from you for a second. “ahhh” is all he can say when he’s looking back at you.

You can assume what he’s thinking. No, you’re not upset. “He told me you knew. But I’m not upset with you.” The knot in his throat loosens. You’re not upset but he is. Maybe if he told you earlier you wouldn’t cry this much. Makes him feel like a horrible friend, he is for not telling you, he’s hating himself right not.

“it’s okay kook.” you bring your hand to pat his cheek with a weak smile. “I’d probably do the same honestly. I don’t know how I’d say it.”

“I was gonna tell you know right?”

“I know.” You smile. “I’m glad you didn’t, honestly. it would’ve fucked with my job.”

He smiles when you do. “We wouldn’t want that.”

“Nope.” You shake your head childishly.

There’s a silence that falls. But you fill it with your curiosity. “how’d you find out?’

Jungkook sucks in a breath. Right now, wouldn’t be the right now to tell you right? “Can we talk about that later?”

You nod not minding but still curious. Yunho and Jungkook are the last on earth to be in a room together so how would he find out, is of interest to you.

“I’m glad you came to me.” He pulls you into him smiling, you roll your eyes.

“it’s only cause your place was closer. Don’t flatter yourself.” You push at his chest lightly.

He chuckles. “Too late I’m already flattered.”

You laugh softly and Jungkook couldn’t be more happy to see you smile.

What now? You just stand here. You don’t want to move and neither does he. The moment feels comforting, a different side to your friends and with the comfortable silence falling between the two of you, you can’t help but lay your head on his shoulder, this time relaxed. Jungkook welcomes your embrace as your breath brushes past his neck in soft whisps. Your hand on his chest scrunches up his shirt like you can’t ruin the shirt anymore. The action tells him how still shaken up you are.

Jungkook holds onto your lower back as hie watches your hand move. “You’re gonna have to pay for my dry cleaning.” He jokes and looks down to see a small relaxed smile form on your face.

“Not paying for shit jeon.” You chuckle, taking in his scent with every breath. How does he mange to smell so good every time, even after the gym he manages to retain the scent. It relaxes you.

“You never do.” He states causing you to lift your head a little, to look him in the eye confidently this time.

“And whose fault is that?” you say softly with narrowed eyes.

When Jungkook doesn’t open his mouth to defend himself you know you’ve won. You go back to your position. A position that gets you a new and good (though not clear) look of Jungkook face. He’s skin; sun kissed reminding you how you forget to remind to apply sun screen. All it’s little details you’ve never noticed; the tiny moles and a scar. You use your finger to trace it, softly. Jungkook’s confused by the action but if it’s helping you, he’ll let you. Then your eyes move to his nose, softly curved. A perfect place for butterflies to land. Then your eyes stare at his lips...

“Yn, what are you doing?” he says through a laugh, holding your wrist. You hadn’t even noticed your finger tracing his features.

“Sorry.” you pull your hand to yourself.

He smiles, “s’okay” it was unexpected but it’s you so he doesn’t mind, he doesn’t mind a lot that you do. Though you still have your shortcomings. You both do. “Do you wanna-”

“Jungkook?” you interrupt him, not realizing he wanted to say something. From all the events that have occurred this is when you decide to give credit of some of your actions to your intoxication. So much has gone on you forgot how much you had to drink. The stumbling in your purse, the thoughts, the crying and even what you’re about to say.

“What’s wrong.” Jungkook asks when you go silent.

“Kook?” you call his name again and he can’t help but laugh.

“Talk to me, bunny.”

You go silent for a moment, not to rethink what you want to say, because you’re too buzzed for that, but because you can’t think straight. “Kook...”

Jungkook rolls his eyes playfully. Through an impatient chuckle he speaks, “yn tell me what you want to sa-”

“Can you kiss me?” the words are sudden but sure. Wait he can’t be sure of that; your eyes have fallen closed, so you could just be talking through tiredness.

When you open your eyes you scan his face for a reaction, a response.

Your words come out in a desperate, pleading voice which causes Jungkook to wonder if you’re saying this from the hurt, you’re feeling. It’s probably the fact that you’re hurting and sad.

“What?” is all he can say for the moment. Feeling a drunken embarrassment, you pull away from him but he still keeps you close.

You shake your head, you shouldn’t have said that, why did you? This is why you don’t like drinking; you say the stupidest shit. “I just...” you look away feeling embarrassed and wishing you’d take the words back. “Forget it. I’m sorry. I—”

“No,” he interrupts gently. “Yn, look at me.”

You do, your eyes filled with embarrassment, regret and something he couldn’t place a finger on. Something that has him still talking. He searches your face. He can feel his heart beat a little nervously and if you had your hand over it, you’d feel.

“Will it make you feel better?” he asks softly, his voice tender but cautious.

You don’t answer right away. Your lips trembling and then you nod, a small, almost imperceptible motion. That’s what you think, you think you will feel better. You hope.

“If it’ll make you feel better…” he says, leaning in slightly, “I’ll do it.”

The silence stretches between you, heavy and charged. Then, closing the distance. He leans in slowly giving you a chance to pull away but you don’t. Something in him wishes you did. Instead, your lips part. Jungkook presses his lips to yours. A little nervously, like it’s his first kiss, well it is with you. One of the reasons it’s soft and slow, he’s not doing this for his own pleasure, it’s simply to make you feel better.

The heat of his skin against yours, his thumb brushing against your jaw in a gentle brush. His kiss deepens, warm and comforting, yet charged with an emotion that make your knees weak. Is this how he kisses those girls of his, softly and so tendering, like he can’t let go. Your hands find his chest, clutching his shirt as if anchoring yourself to the moment, to the kiss.

For a moment the hurt and heartbreak you felt washes away, completely. Then he slowly pulls away and you don’t know what you’re feeling, you can’t differentiate any two emotions from the other.

You stare into nothing even though everything is in front of you. “Yn...” Jungkook calls your name realizing how you seem to have dissociated.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, tears slipping down your cheek again. This time you have no clue why.

Jungkook shakes his head. “Don’t be,” he says, brushing them away with his thumb. “You don’t ever have to be sorry with me.”

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