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f-smutt-fitzgerald · 2 years ago

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Hide and Seek (w/ Trey Clover)

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Summary: An innocent game of hide-and-seek ends up with you trapped in Trey's closet, accidentally bearing witness to how the Heartslabyul Vice Housewarden blows off steam during the little free time he has in his chaotic academic life. Contains: masturbation, accidental voyeurism, mutual pining, closet sex Story Length: 7,952 words

You’re not quite sure how you always end up in these awkward and weird situations, but such was your new life here at Night Raven.

It started when Ace and Deuce invited you over yet again after class. Frankly you spent more time at Heartslabyul than your own dorm, not that there was ever really anything for you to do over at Ramshackle aside from hang out with the ghosts. You, Grim, and the two boys sat on the floor in Ace and Deuce’s room playing cards like the four of you usually did after class while you talked about the day’s events.

Ace dropped his head down, tossing his cards to the ground, “Man, I can’t focus on playing cards with that test Trein gave us today… If I failed, Riddle is gonna have my head man…” He grabbed his hair, throwing himself back as he lamented, “I need my head, man!”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Well, did you study?”

Grim growled, “The three of us studied all last night while you were off who knows where!” The cat-like creature chuckled, puffing his chest out with pride, “Don’t worry, with my help, I’m sure the three of us passed!”

You looked over at Ace, a serious look in your eyes, “Yeah, you’re screwed…”

Deuce picked up the cards on the ground, “Where were you last night, anyways?”

“I was at the study session.” The three just stared at you. “At the library.” You laughed at their blank faces. “Where Trein said he was going to be handing out last minute study guides for the test.”

Your three companions all looked at you in horror, Deuce’s mouth dropped, “You’re kidding! When did he say that!?”

You crossed your arms, leaning back against the frame of Deuce’s bed, “Last week, dude. He said that he understood that everyone was feeling pretty stressed about the exam, and that he was tired of receiving complaints from overworked students. So he offered this last minute opportunity to review the material for the exam.” You looked over their clueless faces, “You guys were asleep when he said that, weren’t you?”

“Ughhh!” Ace lamented, “How am I supposed to pay attention to important stuff like that when he makes everything sound so boring!”

Grim pouted, “This totally ruined my evening! Why didn’t you bring us!?”

Deuce scrutinized you, “Yeah, weird of you to not at least bring Grim…”

“Oh…” You scratched your neck, unsure of what you should say to them, “I was invited to go by another group in the class… Felt like it would be rude to invite other people to study with us…”

To tell the truth, you didn’t want them there with you. Trein had asked some Juniors to stick around in the library and help the freshman with the study packets. And among those Juniors… Was Trey Clover.

A few days prior, while you were getting a snack from the Heartslabyul kitchen, Trey had told you that he was going to be there, and that you should stop by and ask him for help before the exam. He also whipped you up some quick pancakes for you to snack on before dinner. Trey baked treats for everyone, of course, but the way he always offered to cook you something when you were over made you feel special. You never mentioned it to your companions, but you had a huge crush on their green haired Vice Housewarden. The way he always stuck around and chatted with you while you were at the dorm made you feel giddy, like a little girl who secretly craved the attention her best friend’s mature older brother.

You knew that your companions were going to forget about the study session, so you just ‘forgot’ to remind them… Sure, you felt bad about intentionally sabotaging their chances to do well on the exam, but you desperately wanted to spend some time alone with Trey. He was an upperclassman, and busy all the time keeping Riddle from blowing up again, so you hardly ever got to spend time with him.

When the study session began, you had to share him with several of your classmates as they all had questions they needed answered on their study packets, but as the night went on it ended up just being you and Trey, alone in the library and talking about life until the librarian kicked you out. He even offered to walk you back to your dorm, but for some dumb reason you got all flustered and declined the offer. All you could think about the whole day was how you wished you could have just let him be a gentleman, but your stupid pride got the better of you. You fantasized about what could have happened if you managed to get him alone in your dorm…

Ace let out a deep sigh, “Well now I’m even more bummed.” He rested his head in his hands, “Let’s do something fun to help me forget about all this…”

Deuce thought for a moment, “We could hike up to the old mine? That’s what mischievous kids do when they’re bored, right? Hike over to haunted places?”

You and Grim looked each other in the eyes and rolled them, “We get enough ‘haunted places’ at our dorm…”

Ace groaned, “Besides, I exercise enough at my club. I don’t want to do more of it during my free time.”

Deuce shrugged, “Then what do you want to do?”

“Hmmmm…” The fluffy haired ginger boy considered it for a moment, eventually he started giggling slightly, “Y’all wanna play hide and seek?”

Deuce frowned at him, “What are you, five?”

Ace pushed on his roommate’s arm, “Come on! This dorm is massive! Lots of fun places to hide! It’ll be fun!”

You scoffed, “If Riddle doesn’t find out, that is.”

Ace laughed, “That’ll be the added fun of it!” He winked, “Gotta hide reaaal well!”

“Besides,” Deuce added with a shrug. “Riddle’s at a housewarden meeting tonight, he won’t be back for a while, so I’m sure we can goof off for a few hours.”

Grim jumped up, raising his paws in the air, “I’m sold! I’m great at hide and seek!”

Ace cocked his head at him, “Because you’re so freaking small, dude.”

The furball snickered into his paw, “My size does give me an advantage, but it’s my quick wit and massive intellect that really makes me a hide and seek champion!”

Deuce smirked, “Well that settles it then. You count first.”

Grim’s face twisted with dismay, “Awww why me!”

Ace elbowed the furry weasel, “You said it yourself, you have an advantage, plus you gotta prove how amazing you are with that ‘big intellect’ of yours! Unless all that ‘hide and seek champion’ bullshit was just talk…”

Grim aggressively pointed into Ace’s chest, “I’ll show you! I’m the best there is! No matter where you hide, I’ll find you!”

Deuce and Ace looked at each other with satisfied smiles, Deuce started standing up, “Excellent. Now we’re gonna go hide, you count to 300.”

Grim’s eyes widened, “300?! That’s way too big of a number!”

You stood up as well, “I mean, it’s a big dorm, gonna take a while to find a good hiding spot…”

Ace grinned mischievously as he, too, got up, “Unless that’s too hard for you? You do know how to count that high, right?”

Grim grumbled to himself, “Of course I can count that high! Whatever, doesn’t matter how much time you guys have to hide, I’ll find you in no time flat!” He covered his eyes and began counting loudly, “1! 2! 3…!”

The three of you scrambled out of the room, rushing through the hallway outside in search of a good spot. Deuce looked to you and Ace, “Let’s split up.”

Ace was already rushing to the stairs, quietly yelling back at you, “I call bottom floor!”

Deuce turned to you, you shrugged, “Guess I’ll go upstairs then.” The blue haired man nodded as you parted ways. You quietly rushed up the winding staircase to the 3rd floor, passing by other random students who gave you a peculiar look as you searched the hallway for a good spot.

You searched for a hidden nook or unassuming closet that you could sneak into, but for the most part this floor was full of dorm rooms. You could hear Grim shout from the floor below, “Ready or not! Here comes the great and powerful Grim!” He must have skipped a few numbers…

‘Shit…’ You thought to yourself as you looked desperately for an empty room to go into. Your pride was on the line, so you pushed open a door next to you and saw that the inside of it was dark and empty, so you rushed in, quickly and quietly closing the door behind you. You couldn’t see much in the room, you knew it was a random person’s dorm, but at this point you decided to stick with it. You didn’t want to give Grim the satisfaction of finding you so quickly.

You could hear Grim’s voice down the hallway outside, he seemed to be approaching the area. “Come out come out wherever you aaaare!” He chanted.

You could hear him peeking into various rooms he passed, getting yelled at by students he intruded upon. You looked around the dorm room, focusing in on a slatted closet built into the wall at the far side of the room. You tip-toed over to it and crouched down inside, closing the doors behind you and peeking through the slats. With bated breath, you stared at the front door of the dark room, hoping that it would stay closed as you heard Grim’s voice taunting out in the hall.

“Jeez… This floor is only bedrooms…” Grim lamented as he peeked into the room across the hall, getting yelled at by yet another Heartslabyul student. “Let’s see if they’re on the main floor…” Grim grumbled, walking right past the room you were in. You sighed with relief. If he was going downstairs to search, that meant you had time to switch hiding spots before the owner of the room came in and found you.

The sound of footsteps approaching the dorm gave you pause before you could leave. ‘Shit… Is Grim coming back to check this room?’ You slunk back into the closet as the door opened up, finding yourself sitting on a couple pairs of large sneakers. You glanced down at the shoes, shifting yourself off of them. The faint light that peered in from the hallway outside the room illuminated the sneakers a bit so you could see them better, you squinted at the familiar looking items. ‘Wait… Those are…’

The lights in the room flickered on, the person entering tossed their bag onto the bed and closed the door behind him, yawning as he stretched both his arms across his chest. You peeked through the slats of the closet door in horror as you realized who this dorm room belonged to.

Trey tugged his tie off and tossed it along with his uniform jacket onto the foot of his bed, sliding his shoes off as he walked over to his desk, undoing the first few buttons on his shirt. He sat down in his chair, leaning back in it as he pulled his phone from his pocket, muttering quietly to himself. “Let’s see…” He spoke softly, doing some math in his head, “Riddle’s at his meeting, so I have at least an hour till he’s done with that… Probably an hour and a half till he gets back…” He tapped at his desk, thinking for a moment.

You knelt in the closet, covering your mouth to keep from being heard as your panicked breathing had suddenly become more erratic. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ You prayed that he was going to leave any second to meet up with Riddle or bake something or at least use the restroom so you could make a break for it. How on earth were you going to explain why you were hiding in his closet? You had the idea of texting your friends to come up and find a way to distract him so you could escape, but as you pulled your phone from the pocket of your skirt, you realized the battery was dead. ‘Fuck!’ You rubbed your forehead. You always forgot to charge your phone when you were over hanging out with Deuce and Trey.

Grim’s voice could be heard from the floor below, Trey glanced over at his front door, smirking a bit. “If he’s here… She must be here, too…” His cheeks blushed slightly as he slumped back in his chair, biting his lip as he began unbuttoning his vest. He leaned up and shucked his vest off of him, letting it drop to the floor as he opened up his laptop on the desk. “I’ll go out and say hi after I’m done…”

‘He sure does talk to himself a lot…’ You watched him, your whole body shaking with anxiety. You were grateful he wasn’t going into his closet, but how long was that going to last?

Trey typed away at his computer, clicking at something on the screen which had been angled out of your view. He sat back in his chair staring at whatever he was looking at on his laptop. Trey leaned his head back, rubbing his thighs and gripping them slightly as he let out a soft, quiet moan. He rubbed up his stomach to his chest, biting his lip and staring at the screen as he began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, letting it hang loosely from him as he moved down to his pants.

You stared at him in shock, ‘What the hell is he doing?’ You couldn’t look away, and frankly, you didn’t want to.

Trey palmed his groin, massaging the outline of his growing bulge. He did this for a while, staring at his computer screen with increasingly labored breaths before finally unzipping his pants, reaching in and stroking at his erection hidden inside of his fitted black underwear. He slid down in the chair, leaning his head against the wooden headrest as he finally withdrew his cock from inside his pants, shutting his eyes tight and sucking on his lower lip as he resumed jacking off his thick erection.

‘Holy shit.’ You couldn’t help but lean in to get a better look through the wooden panels of the closet. You felt your underwear becoming wet as you watched him, feeling bad for spying on him in such a private moment, but at the same time the heat inside you grew and you were thrilled to have been able to see this.

Trey leaned over and grabbed a bottle of lotion hidden behind some books on his desk, in doing so, he tilted the computer screen your way. You were nervous to see exactly what kind of porn the 18 year old had been watching, but when you finally got a glimpse at the screen, your heart stopped.

He was looking at pictures of you.

Your Magicam page was opened up on his laptop, the images he had been watching so intently as he rubbed himself off, were of you.

Your heart pounded in your chest and the heat in your lower stomach grew like a fire as you watched him squirt some lotion into his hand and onto the tip of his dick, setting the bottle aside as he continued rubbing his now glistening member. Trey threw his head back as the pleasure increased, he moaned your name breathlessly as he thrust his hips upward into his lubricated hand, “Oh fuck… (Y/N)… You feel so good…”

Your arousal was becoming too much to bear as you watched Trey, you felt like you might lose it if you didn’t feel any friction in between your legs soon. So you threw your better judgement out the window and reached down between your legs, pushing your hand into your skirt and inside your underwear, sliding your fingers in between your wet folds. You covered your mouth with your other hand to keep from moaning, biting your lip as you rubbed yourself at the sight of Trey furiously stroking his cock.

He raised a leg up to rest on the desk, knocking some books to the ground as he bucked his hips upward, panting and gripping onto his thigh with his free hand. “Oh god… (Y/N), please… Fuck, I need you so badly… Ah!” His toned stomach and chest flexed as he thrust into his hand, you could fully see the definition of his abs and pecs, the veins in his neck and arm bulging slightly as he rubbed himself faster.

‘I’m right here, Trey…’ You thrust your fingers into your cunt, staring at his cock and imagining that it was him inside of you right now. ‘You can have me Trey senpai… Fuck, I want you, too…’ The hand covering your mouth slid down to grip your breasts, squeezing them as you thrust your fingers rapidly into yourself, struggling to control your breathing. ‘Fuck me, Trey… Oh god I need you inside of me.’ You held back the urge to whine out as you quickly approached orgasm.

Trey seemed to be in a similar situation as he moaned loudly, raising his hips up as he rapidly and wildly stroked himself. His lips were parted and his eyes rolling around to stare at the computer screen feverishly as he grunted, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, (Y/N)…” He leaned his head back, his breathing rough and labored, “Let me cum inside you… Oh god, I want to cum inside you…”

You watched in a state of euphoria as long, thick strands of cum shot from his cock, which he quickly aimed upward to get most of the ejaculation on his chest, moaning and grunting as he thrust his hips up into his hand a few more times to milk out the last of his cum.

The sight of him covered in his own semen after masturbating to the thought of you instantly sent you over the edge. You covered your mouth and desperately held back your own moaning as your stomach tightened and your cunt started to pulsate, juices dripping into your underwear as you rapidly clenched and unclenched around your own fingers.

You were still riding out your own orgasm when there was a sudden knock at Trey’s door. Trey opened his eyes and looked up towards the ceiling as he traced his fingers through the warm cum covering his stomach. He sighed and called out, “Who is it?” The green haired boy leaned forward and grabbed a handkerchief from one of his desk drawers, wiping up the mess on his abdomen.

You could hear Ace’s voice from out in the hallway, “Hey Trey, it’s Ace and Deuce—”

Grim’s shrill voice called out, “And Grim!”

Ace continued, “We were wondering if you’ve seen (Y/N)?”

Trey eyed his laptop, smirking as he looked at the pictures of you he had pulled up. He reached over and closed the computer, “No, I haven’t seen her… What’s this about?” He zipped up his pants and began buttoning his shirt as he got up from his chair, turning to walk towards his door. “You lose her or something?” He opened up the door, looking down at the two freshmen and the weasel.

Deuce scratched his neck, “Well, you see, we were playing hide and seek…”

Grim threw out his arms, “And we can’t find her anywhere! It’s like she just disappeared!”

Trey chuckled, adjusting his glasses as he leaned against the doorframe, “Such is the point of hide and seek, isn’t it?”

Deuce sighed, “I saw her come up to this level, so I was hoping you had seen her anywhere?”

Trey cocked his head, “No, I haven’t…” He considered this information for a moment, “You’re sure you checked everywhere?”

Ace shrugged, “I mean, it’s a big place… We’re just getting nervous that we haven’t been able to find her or reach her on her phone…”

Trey crossed his arms, grinning at the boys standing before him, “Looks like she’s really serious about hide and seek…”

Deuce groaned, “It’s probably just that her phone’s dead… We’re really hoping to find her before Riddle gets back…”

Trey nodded, “Well, best of luck to you. Let me know when you’ve found her so I don’t have to worry about another Riddle meltdown…”

Ace urged the other two along with a groan, “Okay, talk to you later, Trey.”

Trey closed the door and turned to lean against it, rubbing his mouth for a moment before glancing up at his closet where you were hiding. Something seemed to suddenly occur to him and his eyes went wide. “Didn’t I leave that open, earlier?”

You covered your mouth with both hands and sunk to the back of the closet, panic taking over you as Trey started to slowly walk over. ‘Please don’t look in here… Please oh god don’t look in here…’

To your horror, Trey was now standing in front of his closet, a look of dread on his own face as he grabbed onto the handles and pulled the doors open. Your heart momentarily stopped as the two of you now stared into each other’s eyes.

Trey covered his mouth and stumbled back, “Well… Fuck…” He pushed his hair back, his whole body filled with panic, “What are you… Why are you in my closet!?”

You sat forward, shaking as you held a up a pleading hand, “I… I can explain! I-I didn’t mean to—”

Trey covered his face which became red from the crippling embarrassment, “Oh god… You saw that, didn’t you?” He desperately hid his eyes from you.

You stammered, your face hot from insufferable humiliation and guilt, you wished lightning would just strike you now before this moment continued. “N-no! I didn’t see anything, I swear!”

Trey rested his shoulder on the closet door, shaking his head, “You don’t have to lie… Fuck…” He slid down to a sitting position, resting his crossed arms on his knees, “I… I’m really sorry…” He buried his head in his arms, “Please forget you saw anything…” He leaned his head back and rubbed his face, pushing up his glasses as he did so. “Why are you in my closet, (Y/N)?”

You struggled to find your words, the guilt twisting your stomach into knots. “Well… We were playing hide and seek…”

He covered his eyes, “Yes, but why are you in my closet?”

You scratched your head, “Grim was coming… And I sorta panicked…” You looked up at him, trying and failing to keep from bursting into tears, “I promise I really didn’t mean to hide in your room, I was going to leave as soon as Grim passed by, but then you came in…” You covered your face in your hands, “I’m really, really sorry Trey… Please don’t hate me…”

Trey sighed and leaned in to pull your hands away from your face, a genuine look of concern in his eyes as he stroked the tears from yours, “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay… I don’t hate you. I’m not even mad at you, it’s okay.” He knelt down in front of you, rubbing your cheek, “I promise I could never hate you.” You looked up at him briefly before looking away when the shame became too much.

Trey sat back on the ground, looking you up and down. He noticed how disheveled your bunched up skirt was, and that the fingers on your hand were still slightly wet from when you were rubbing yourself off. You saw him staring at your hand and you quickly hid it away, smoothing your skirt slightly and getting ready to stand up, “I-I should probably leave before those idiots get themselves into trouble…”

The Vice Housewarden didn’t move out of the way, though. He just sat there staring at you, deep in contemplation. He hesitantly reached over and held onto your arm, keeping you from pulling away as he inspected your fingers. He seemed in a daze as he finally spoke, “Hey, (Y/N)… Be honest with me…” He met your eyes, breathing deeply as he leaned in to kiss your damp fingers, your heart pounding like a train engine in your chest. “Were you touching yourself just now?”

“Wh-what!? Of course not! I-I don’t…” You tried to pull your hand away from him, but he gripped your wrist tightly. His hands were surprisingly strong.

Trey looked at you over the frames of his glasses, “I told you to be honest…” He licked up your fingers, relishing in the taste, “Did you enjoy watching me?”

Your breathing became erratic as Trey started to lean over you, backing you into the wall of his closet, pushing past his shoes and clothes, “What… What are you…” You could feel that area between your legs start to get wet again. You shut your eyes, “I promise, I wasn’t doing anything, I swear! I… I was just waiting for you to leave…”

Trey grabbed onto your other wrist, pulling both your arms above your head and holding the two of them in place with one large hand, rubbing his other hand up along your thigh and pushing up your skirt slightly as he breathed into your neck, “So you’re saying that you didn’t do anything? So if I stuck my fingers into your cunt right now, you’re telling me it’s not going to be dripping wet down there?” His voice was hot and rough in your ear as he pinned you in place, his thumb rubbing over the hem of your underwear.

You shook slightly, his behavior now was drastically different from just a moment ago when he was too filled with shame to even look at you. It seemed as though all that anxiety he was feeling had suddenly disappeared now as he pinned you down in his closet with no indication of slowing down, “T-Trey? What… What are you doing?” You could barely get the words out, the air in your lungs felt heavy.

You could feel him smirking into your ear as he slid his hand between your legs, feeling how wet your panties were. “If you really weren’t aroused by watching me, then what’s this?” He nibbled your earlobe, “Looks like I’ve caught my little closet pervert red handed… Or rather…” He pushed aside the damp fabric of your underwear and shoved two of his fingers into your cunt, “Wet handed…”

“Ahhhn!” Having his thick fingers suddenly thrust inside of you made you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The suddenness of it all made you panic slightly, “W-wait, s-stop!”

Trey pushed his fingers deep into you, wiggling them as he lingered there. He kissed your neck, “Do you really want me to stop? Or are you just being shy like last night?” Trey slid his fingers out of you and began rubbing at your clit, “I really wanted the opportunity to be alone with you over at your dorm, but I suppose this works, too…”

You panted, the stimulation to your clit almost too overwhelming to speak, “I…I don’t�� Ahh!”

Trey halted his stroking, smirking with satisfaction when he saw the disappointed look on your face at the loss of friction. He raised his fingers and sucked them clean before leaning over you, a smug look on his face, “If you really don’t want me, let me know, and I’ll stop…” He whispered into your ear, tickling it with his sultry tone, “But that’s not the case, is it (Y/N)? Don’t worry, I want you, too…” He chuckled, “If that wasn’t already obvious…” He ground his hips against you, his re-emerging erection rubbing against your inner thigh. His labored breathing was hot against your ear as he continued, “I know you’re feeling pretty shy right now, so you don’t even have to say anything.” He leaned back and stroked your face, his yellow eyes shining with lust as he stared you down, “All you have to do is nod. Do you want me to continue?”

You panted and shut your eyes, your stomach in knots for a moment as you considered what he was saying. Eventually you nodded, words finally breaking through your lips, “I want you Trey… I want you to fuck me.”

Your cheeks burned, slightly ashamed by what you had just said, but Trey was grinning slyly as he leaned in to press his lips to yours, “Thank god.”

He released your wrists and wrapped his arms around you as his tongue pushed into your mouth, moaning against your lips as he thrust his hips against you again, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, begging to be released. Trey moved his hands over you, a hitch in his breath as he reached up and squeezed your breasts, massaging the mounds of flesh as the passion in his kiss increased.

He broke from the kiss and rest his forehead against yours as he started unbuttoning your uniform shirt and vest, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now…” Your cheeks burned, biting your lip as Trey pulled open your shirt, massaging your breasts over your bra. Trey pulled off your shirt, reaching behind you to unhook your bra as well, “I can’t believe I finally get to see you like this…”

His eyes looked drunk as he removed your bra, staring at your exposed chest. He set your clothes to the side, leaning in to suck on your breasts, causing you to whine from the unexpected pleasure you got from having him just slide his tongue over your nipple. He quickly unbuttoned and threw off his shirt with one hand, massaging the breast he wasn’t sucking on with his other hand. Trey licked up your chest to your neck, gently biting at the skin with his teeth. You whined, every touch from his hands and mouth felt wild, it was warm and tingly and you just wanted him to envelope you. You laughed and sucked on your lower lip as you rubbed his soft green hair and stroked down his spine, “So, how often do you stare at my magicam while jacking off to me?”

Trey’s hands tightened around you, his body tensing slightly as he was caught off guard by the question. He leaned up and breathed into your ear, “At least once a day…” He laughed, a mixture of shame and excitement flowing through his warm body. “What about you?” He raised his head up to meet your eyes as he nibbled and pulled at your lower lip. “Do you ever touch yourself while thinking of me?” His eyes stared into yours.

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, you looked down, “Yeah…”

Trey smiled and held onto your face as he kissed you, “What do you think about?”

Your tongue felt too heavy to move, “What do you mean?”

The Vice Housewarden chuckled, leaning down to kiss and suck at your neck, “Here… I’ll give you some examples…” His fingers traced down your body, stroking your waist, which made you flinch as he tickled a sensitive spot, “Last night, in the library…” Trey stroked your thighs, squeezing them as he moved back down to kiss at your breasts, “I imagined taking you behind the bookcases, out of view of the librarian, and fucking you up against the shelves.” Your breath hitched in your throat as you let out a desperate whine. Trey smiled as he glanced up at you, his eyes heavy with want. He pushed your skirt up your waist and thrust his erection against your wet underwear, continuing his list of examples with a sly smile, “A few days ago, while I was making you pancakes…” He chuckled as he leaned back down to suck and lick at your breasts, “I imagined you were sitting on the counter, naked, dripping batter onto your chest as I licked it off of you…” You laughed at the imagery, Trey smiled at your amusement. He leaned back up and kissed your lips, slipping his warm, wet tongue into your mouth. He pulled away, his breath burning as he stared into your eyes through hooded lids, his glasses fogging up slightly, “And just now…” He smirked and gave you another quick kiss, looking deep into your eyes as he continued, “I thought about what I would have done to you if you had let me walk you home last night…”

Your body shook, the anticipation becoming too much to bear as you stammered out your next question, “A-and what would that have been?”

Trey smiled, scooching back away from you before grabbing onto your waist and pulling you towards him so that you were now laying fully on the ground, the upperclassman pushing your legs open, rubbing his clothed groin against yours. He moved his hands along your legs, having you wrap them around his waist as he leaned over you, biting his lip with a satisfied grin, “Why don’t I show you?” He eagerly fumbled with the front of his pants, withdrawing his cock and rubbing it a bit as he kissed you, his lips wet and sliding against yours as he briefly sucked on your tongue. He broke away and leaned up, pulling at your underwear and stretching it to the side, biting his lip as he stared at your wet cunt, “Fuck…” He released his erection and grabbed onto your thighs, pulling your legs up as he slid your wet underwear off of you. Trey then set your legs down as he rubbed his fingers along the folds of your cunt with one hand and jerked himself off with the other, “God… You’re so fucking wet for me…” He smirked, “I bet I could just…” He spread open your folds and poked at your entrance with the tip of his dick, “Slide right in…” He thrust his hips forward and quickly shoved himself into you.

The way he quickly thrust his cock inside you made you cry out from the sudden and unexpected pain, you squeezed his arms and leaned your head back, “Ah!”

Trey paused there for a moment, panting as he leaned his head down into your shoulder, “Sorry… Ahh… I couldn’t help myself…” He slid himself out slightly, trying hard not to just thrust back into you like he wanted. He bit his lip and moaned, “I’ll try to take it slowly…” He carefully pushed himself back inside you, spreading out the walls of your cunt with his cock.

You shut your eyes and writhed against him, “Oh fuck… Trey…”

The green haired man smiled and stroked your hair out of your face as he slowly withdrew and then pushed back into you, “Does that feel good?” He chuckled and reached down between the two of you, “I can make it feel even better…”

He started rubbing your clit as he continued thrusting into you, you gripped his arms and let out a loud moan, “Oh god! Please… Fuck!” You bit your bottom lip and started bucking your hips against him, “Keep going…”

Trey propped an arm up above your head to steady himself as he furiously rubbed at your clit, increasing the speed and force of his thrusting into you. His cock pushed at the back walls of your cunt, the sensation made your mind grow numb as you leaned your head back and desperately whined, never wanting this sensation to end. Trey grunted into your ear as his body rocked against yours, “Fuck… Your moaning sounds fucking amazing…”

He continued sliding his dick in and out, his skin slapping against yours, his fingers sliding over your clit and making your whole body feel unbearably hot. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in to press your lips to his, moaning as he slid his tongue over yours.

Trey pulled away, panting as he leaned up, pulling you up with him withdrawing his cock from you as he flipped you around. He then pressed you up against the back wall of his closet, pushing his hanging clothes to the side so he could get a better view of you from behind. Trey bit his lip as he looked down at your ass, massaging the cheeks before quickly slapping one of them.

Your cunt twitched longingly as you knelt there in front of him, gasping with relief as he finally slid his cock back into you, “Oh god!” Trey grabbed your waist, firmly pulling you against him as he fucked you. You sucked on your lip, your breast bouncing against the wall as you raised your arms up to rest your head on, losing yourself to the thrill and pleasure of the situation.

Trey reached around with one arm and gripped onto one of your breasts, sliding his other hand down to massage your clit as he rapidly slid himself in and out of you, his chest rubbing against your back. He kissed and sucked at the nape of your neck, a string of saliva following his lips as he leaned in and breathed deeply into your ear, “Ah… I’m ashamed to say… I don’t think I’m going to last much longer…”

You felt your abdomen start to twitch and you laughed, leaning your head back into his shoulder, “Me neither…”

He smiled into your neck, nibbling slightly at your skin, his breath hot and wet against you, “Fuck… I want to cum inside you…”

His rubbing at your clit quickened in pace, and your muscles started to tighten as the heat was becoming too much. You reached down and placed your hand over the hand of his that rubbed your clit, encouraging him to rub faster. “Oh, god… I want to cum with you Trey… I want you to cum with me as I cum…”

He leaned into you, pushing you more against the wall, gripping your breast painfully tight and furiously rubbing at you, thrusting erratically and breathing hoarsely into your ear. “Oh fuck, I’m… I’m gonna… Fuck!” His cock felt hot and swollen inside of you, his thrusting slowing as warm ejaculation spurted from his erection, coating your insides as he pushed himself in and out of you.

Meanwhile, you felt yourself start to convulse around his thick length, your cunt clenching and unclenching as you pushed yourself into each of his thrusts, trying to deepen the impact as you came around him. “Ahhh!” You moaned loudly, your whole body feeling like is was vibrating as each shockwave of your orgasm rippled through you. “Oh god, Trey—!” Trey quickly released your breast and put his hand over your mouth to muffle the sound of your euphoric cries, which were surely heard from the next room.

You whined weakly against his hand as you raised your hips up and down against Trey’s cock, the last of your orgasm starting to ripple away. Trey panted into the back of your head, his own thrusting weakening in strength as his cum dripped out of you and his cock started to soften. You slumped against the wall, suddenly losing any energy you had previously, propping yourself up with your arms above your head. Trey slid himself out of you, rubbing at your thighs as he kissed the back of your neck. “Holy shit…” He chuckled, his hand sliding down from your mouth to take hold of your chin, turning your head back to look him in the eyes as he rest his head on your shoulder. His expression was satisfied and sleepy as he lazily looked at you, “Did that feel good, love?”

You smiled and turned to fully face him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him on the lips, “That felt fucking amazing.”

He bit at your lip as you pulled away, slowly looking up into your eyes, “Damn… I still feel like I’m dreaming…” He stroked your hair back and leaned over you, “Are you really here right now?”

You laughed, sitting down and pulling him in to straddle your lap, “I’m right here, handsome.” You reached over and squeezed his butt.

Trey pressed his head to your shoulder and chuckled, “Damn, someone got a lot more confident…”

You stroked his face and kissed him, relishing in the tender moment when suddnely there was a faint crashing sound from downstairs. Trey jolted upward, staring in the direction of the sound, his eyes wide with panic, “Well… That can’t be good.”

Following the crashing sound came the loud slamming of the dorm’s front doors. You could tell instantly who was slamming those doors. You met Trey’s eyes, “Oh no.”

Riddle’s shouting, though two floors below, shook through the whole dorm, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!?”

Trey immediately stood up, tucking his limp cock back into his pants, “Fuck!”

Riddle’s rampage continued, “OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!”

“Shit, shit, shit!” Trey urgently grabbed his shirt and threw it on, pausing for a second to turn back and look at you.

You chuckled at him, “Go on ahead, you need to do damage control. I’ll be close behind you.” You winked, picking your underwear and skirt up off the ground.

Trey smiled wide at you as he walked backwards towards the door, buttoning up his shirt, “You’re amazing…”

You smirked, “I know, now go!” Trey quickly sprayed himself with cologne to mask the scent of the dirty deed he just committed and ran out the door.

You finished getting dressed, trying to straighten out your clothes as much as you could to get rid of the wrinkles as you finally left Trey’s room, making your way downstairs to see what all the commotion was about.

Riddle’s screaming shook the hallway as you walked towards the main common room, “You’re going to have to explain to me again why you thought a whole person could fit inside this priceless vase, you IDIOTS!”

Grim was kneeling on the ground beside Ace and Deuce, all three of them had the infamous heart shaped collars around their necks. Grim stammered, eyes wide with panic, “W-we couldn’t find her anywhere! We were getting desperate!”

Riddle’s face was bright red, “Why the hell were you playing hide and seek in the first place!? What are you, toddlers!?”

Trey placed his hand on Riddle’s shoulder, “Relax Riddle, they were just blowing off some steam.”

Riddle smacked Trey’s hand away, “Blowing off steam!? THEY BROKE A PRICELESS ARTIFACT!”

You saw now that there was a large antique vase shattered all over the floor beside the three kneeling boys. Ace saw you peeking through the hallway past the other Heartslabyul onlookers. “Where the heck were you! We looked everywhere for you! EVERYWHERE!”

Everyone in the room turned to look in your direction, as though a spotlight were now on you. Riddle glared at you, gripping his magic pen as he walked over to you, “These idiots broke the vase searching for you, so you’re partially to blame!” He pointed his pen at you, “Explain yourself! Where on earth were you hiding?!”

Trey carefully placed his hand on Riddle’s, lowering his pen down, “She was with me, Riddle.”

Deuce cocked his head with confusion, “B-but we asked you if you had seen her! Why didn’t you tell us she was with you?”

You looked back and forth between Riddle and Ace and Deuce and Grim, Trey himself unable to think of a good response. You took a deep breath in, “I-I realized quickly that playing hide and seek in the dorm was a bad idea, so I went looking for you guys to tell you we should stop the game, b-but… But I couldn’t find you… Then I ran into Trey, who told me that I had just missed you guys.”

Trey scratched his neck then gestured at you, “Yeah, then (Y/N) asked me some questions about Professor Trein’s test today, which I helped her study for last night, and we got to talking about the lesson material and just lost track of time.” He met the confused eyes of the boys around him, he blushed, “I’ve been helping (Y/N) with History of Magic, since she’s not from here…”

You sighed with relief then looked up at Deuce, Ace, and Grim with a guilty look in your eyes, “I’m sorry I didn’t try to find you guys sooner. It’s my fault you ended up like this…”

Riddle carefully considered your words, “Well, be it as it may, you were still putting effort into your academic success, that is not something worthy of punishment…” He turned back to the three boys, “You three, however, were not only goofing around during the time when you should have been studying, you broke a priceless vase from the Rose Queen’s era! Something you could not even hope to ever pay back with money!”

Grim pulled at the collar on his neck, “B-but how do we get these off!?”

Riddle crossed his arms, “Well… To start, you’ll sweep up the mess you made." He snapped his fingers and brooms and dustpans appeared in the hands of each of the three boys. Riddle continued, “Then, you’ll polish each of the vases in the dorm until they are sparkling… And for the rest of the month, every single night, the moment you finish with your homework, you will spend the rest of the evening until bedtime cleaning, sweeping, dusting, and mopping, until the dorm is spotless.”

The three boys stared at Riddle with horror in their eyes, “A whole month!”

Riddle kicked a shard of ceramic towards the boys, “Be careful not to break another vase or precious artifact while cleaning, each additional item you break doubles your sentence. Do you understand?”

Grim looked at you a pleaded, “(Y/N)! Please! You gotta say something! Don’t just stand there!”

Trey stood in front of you as if to protect you, “You’re the ones who broke the vase. Given that there’s no way to replace or fix it, I’d say one month of cleaning is actually a light punishment.”

Riddle smirked, “You’re right, Vice Housewarden.” The red head knelt down in front of the cat creature, “Do you have any more objections? Or should I go ahead and add another month to your punishment?”

Ace whined, “Can’t we just fix it with magi—!?”

Deuce put his hand over Ace’s mouth, “We accept the punishment, Housewarden Rosehearts!” He got up and immediately started sweeping up pieces of vase. The other two groaned and followed suit giving you quick, pleading glances as if there were anything you could do to free them from their fate.

Trey pulled out his phone and looked at the time, “It’s getting late…” He gently placed his hand on your back, “I’ll go ahead and walk (Y/N) home, I still need to go over some of her homework assignments with her.”

Riddle nodded, “How very diligent of you.” The red head gave you a slight bow, “You have a good rest of your evening, Ms. (Y/L/N).”

“Oh, thank you…” You followed as Trey led you through the dispersing crowd of onlookers to the main entrance. The two of you walked out into the cool breeze of the evening, not saying anything to each other for a bit.

Trey looked behind him, and when he was certain there was no one around to see, he put his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder. He leaned in close and smiled into your ear, “So…” He spoke with a sultry tone, “Shall we resume our ‘study session’ at your place?”

#twisted wonderland x reader #fanfic #trey clover #twisted wonderland #disney twst #trey x y/n #second person pov #smut #twisted wonderland smut #trey x reader #trey clover x reader #reader insert

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timaeuslover001 · 3 months ago

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Man, if I was president, you would never ever see another standardized testing again.

No more stress needs to be added on any more kids or students to make them retain information.

The only thing you would see is midterms and finals.

The midterms will be the first half of the year information that you learned in the finals will be the other half. And the finals will not be all the information you learned in those eight months in school absolutely not that’s way too much information to expect somebody to retain in 150 question test in 45 minutes, m absolutely nuts!!!!

Because what I’ve learned in college is that all kids are different and we have to learn that and respect that and not let these outside forces dictate to us or tell us or lie to us about what we are capable of.

Because even after doing what I was supposed to do in terms of putting myself in the front of the class, taking notes having a phenomenal teacher, a phenomenal lesson plan to learn and follow along with, and asking questions and not only completing classwork, but also completing homework and doing my own studying and practice problems outside of that work and then learning old material when we moved onto other material….. didn’t give me the grade I ended up getting at the end.

The great I ended up getting at the end was a B but our teacher had mercy on us and actually let us use the equation sheet and that is what really gave me up and gave me the grade I ended up getting.

Because my grade was a low B.

But thanks to her, giving us that opportunity to use the sheet. My grade probably would not have been as high.

And I was on academic probation at the time so I have nothing but As and Bs during that semester.

And it just made me realize that even with all the proper tools I’ve utilized to be successful. It still wasn’t enough, and I was OK with that because I knew me.

And I’m not saying kids shouldn’t be tested or expected to perform high. I’m just saying that there’s way too much pressure on education that isn’t making people want to retain it anymore or any better.

By assuming everybody can do it, you’re setting people up for failure because the expectations are not fairly set.

The high school was a stressful college because it because it wasn’t I lucked out and had a really good math teacher in college button high school I also had a few good math teachers, but also a few not too great ones.

But it was certainly less stressful than anything I’ve ever had to deal with college.

Definitely SAT scores as well as well as ACT.

Of the books that explain that it’s basically supposed to be a test about how kids learn in their learning ability and it’s more so about testing them on all the skills that they should’ve acquired over their entire career of education before college, such as you know and how fast you can apply it that can get done in a short amount of time.

But unfortunately, because a lot of kids don’t really utilize themselves when studying or care to know you know a lot of kids end up failing and college or get a rude awakening because they don’t pay attention to it when they have the chance in high high school when it’s less besides a bad grade or two.

Because college is about being responsible and when you’re responsible for your grade and your education, you have to take all the necessary precautions and steps to make sure that you succeed and in college if you don’t do well, they kick you out and you fail. And money gets lost and you don’t need that.

So I would definitely get ready all standardized testing. Because all those skills should be evidently shown in those students test and quizzes as well as the finals and midterms they have in school.

#students #education #act #SAT #if I was president #studying #college #standardized testing #testing #school #university

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moralorelarchive · 9 months ago

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One would think that after a year and a half, her feelings would have subsided by now. But no, of course they haven't.

Silky black hair, luscious eyelashes, soft hands. What's more to want? While everyone around her seemingly bounces from fling to fling, Bloberta was the one falling behind. She wouldn't call it ‘love’... but does she really know what love is?

“Ugh, Bloberta can you please try paying attention for once? And… don’t tell me you’ve been drinking again! I thought you told my parents you’d stop! If they find out they’ll never let me see you again.”

That was their ever present issue. Well, there were two things wrong with this situation. Number 1, parents. Bloberta hadn’t been allowed to step foot in this house in over a year. All thanks to the paranoia of parents. ‘You’re indoctrinating our child!’ ‘You’re a bad influence’. All sorts of bullshit. Just any excuse to get her away. But things are different now. After a convincing plea and promise to change, they reluctantly allowed her back. Number 2, the person sitting across from her, the object of her affections, was not a boy, not even a man. No, it was a girl, who just so happens to be her childhood friend, who definitely has absolutely no returned feelings for her. What a life.

“I’m sorry Millie, I just got distracted.”

“Distracted? Bloberta no wonder you’re failing biology! I’m trying to help you so the least you could do is pretend to pay attention.”

“I will! Now what was that about the powerhouse of the cell?”

“Bloberta Hymentact!” the teacher calls.

This was it! She was going to get her paper back and get an A for once in her life!

She practically snatches the paper up and scans it for the big red ink.

…42%

42%!

Millie walks to the side of her and wraps an arm around her shoulder.

“How’d you do Bloberta?”

She slams the paper down on the desk. What’s the point of the countless hours of studying if nothing was going to change. She still can’t manage to get her grades up no matter how hard she tries. Bloberta can’t be bothered to try anymore.

“Awful. I’m just so over this Millie. I think we should just accept that you get good grades and I simply tag along.”

Millie shakes her head. Forever optimistic.

“Don’t say that. This was only the first test. You’ll do better next time.”

‘You’ll do better next time. Yeah right.’

Commotion starts as the bell rings. Bloberta shoves her useless test in her bag and barges out the door. She was so ready for this miserable day to be over with.

“Hey, Bloberta!”

Not this. She holds back the urge to roll her eyes. Bloberta doesn’t have many friends, she was never popular so she tries her hardest to keep the few that she does have. Unfortunately one of these said ‘friends’ was Dolores Stoopdown, the know it all.

“Hi, Dolores.”

The girl takes that as her sign to walk even closer to Bloberta. An overly eager expression washes over her and Bloberta knows that she's up to no good.

“Well, I saw that you didn’t do too well on your biology test and I-”

“How would you know what I got on my test?”

“Oh, I just took a glance at it while you were talking to Millie but nevermind that. I wanted to let you know that I’m starting up a tutoring program! I’ll be charging 18 dollars an hour and I really think you would benefit from my help.”

“18 dollars an hour? Dolores, I could just pay someone to cheat for me for that price! Besides, I don’t need your help.”

“Bloberta, I think you should reconsider. I’ve already managed to help Abby, you know from the cheer team. And she can tell you that I truly know what I’m talking about!”

“Don’t you have another class to go to? Why are you still following me?”

“I’ve got plenty of time and even if I am late, I’m sure my teacher will understand.”

“Get to class Stoopdown.”

“Bloberta you NEED to listen to me. Clearly Millie isn’t doing a good job teaching you. Who better to turn to than an inspiring teacher? I mean I don’t want to call you dumb but it would be dumb not accept my offer.”

“Dolores, that’s your problem, why all your boyfriends break up with you and not the other way around! You think you know every damn thing! Just because you want to what? Become a teacher? Get real! If you were any sort of godly woman like you say you are you’d understand that your job is that of the home.”

“You talk a lot of shit for someone with so many secrets to hide.”

“What secrets could you possibly know about me?”

“You’re still drinking, you come to class hungover more often than not, you tried to trick your sister into losing her voice, you took your Dad’s car for a joyride last prom. Need I go on?”

“I don’t care Dolores. There’s nothing you’ve said that wasn’t already obvious to everyone anyway.”

“Fine! What about your not-so-secret secret crush on Millie? Huh? Nothing to say now bitch?”

“...What?”

“Come on, Bloberta. Everyone around town can see your heads over heels for her. You couldn’t have possibly thought that a little bit of drinking was what turned Millie’s parents against you. No, it was because they didn’t want some delinquent girl turning their daughter gay.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I? I was right about everything else. You want to pick fights with me, Bloberta, well I’ll tell you this, I’m always in the know. An informant of sorts and I know just as well as you that Millie is your only ‘true’ friend. How do you think she’d react if she found out?”

“You wouldn’t dare te-”

The loud ring of the bell cuts her off before she could finish. So caught up in the heat of the moment she didn’t realize how much time was passing. Her eyes look throughout the hall and there was no one else there. She hadn’t even noticed the fading quietness.

“Look, Dolo-”

But she wasn’t there. She had vanished into thin air like the witch that she is. There was only one thing she could have left to do in such a hurry and Bloberta had to make sure she did it first.

Her hand bangs on the door of an unsuspecting classroom, World history 402. When the door finally opens the unnamed teacher scowls but Bloberta couldn’t care less. All her eyes were focused on was Millie. She had made it on time!

“Um… Sir, I need to speak to Millie in the hallway for a second.” Bloberta wastes no time and grabs Millie's arm dragging her out before the teacher could respond.

“What’s the deal Bloberta?”

“Millie, I need to tell you something and I’d understand if you hate me after I tell you. It’s just- I didn’t want it to turn out this way. Me and Dolores got into an argument and I know that we’re both God fearing people but som-”

“Bloberta, just breathe. I’m sure nothing you could say could be that bad. What’s worse than you stealing my dads alcohol and then claiming it was a burglar? I still forgave you for that and I can forgive you for this.”

“I… I like you Millie. You are such an amazing person inside and out. Not a lot of people care for me but you take time out of your day to hang around me even when I’m not so pleasant to be around. And I am so sorry.”

Millie quirks an eyebrow.

“Sorry? Obviously, we're friends.”

“No Mil. Like as in how a girl is supposed to like a boy.”

“Oh, well-”

“BUT! I’m over it now, that was from years ago! Ha! So… don’t worry about it.”

“Great! I didn’t know how to react, you know we’ve been friends for so long. Besides, I’ve got a new boyfriend, Norm! We just made it official this morning!”

…How wonderful

I love your fics a lot and i was wondering if you would be interested in making a young bloberta x millie spraybooth fic? like pre-help/before bloberta met clay, what if she had feelings for millie

Hey, first off, thank you for enjoying my fics. As a "funny" backstory I will go ahead and say that I had a somewhat similar experience to this fic lol. I was Millie and my friend was Bloberta in the situation (as far as the confession goes). And not to air out all my drama but can you believe she later told me after she "supposably" got over the crush that she could never date someone as mean as me?!?!? No wonder we're no longer friends. Anyway, back on topic, I present "I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship".

One would think that after a year and a half, her feelings would have subsided by now. But no, of course they haven't.

“I’m sorry Millie, I just got distracted.”

“Distracted? Bloberta no wonder you’re failing biology! I’m trying to help you so the least you could do is pretend to pay attention.”

“I will! Now what was that about the powerhouse of the cell?”

“Bloberta Hymentact!” the teacher calls.

This was it! She was going to get her paper back and get an A for once in her life!

She practically snatches the paper up and scans it for the big red ink.

…42%

42%!

Millie walks to the side of her and wraps an arm around her shoulder.

“How’d you do Bloberta?”

“Awful. I’m just so over this Millie. I think we should just accept that you get good grades and I simply tag along.”

Millie shakes her head. Forever optimistic.

“Don’t say that. This was only the first test. You’ll do better next time.”

‘You’ll do better next time. Yeah right.’

Commotion starts as the bell rings. Bloberta shoves her useless test in her bag and barges out the door. She was so ready for this miserable day to be over with.

“Hey, Bloberta!”

“Hi, Dolores.”

The girl takes that as her sign to walk even closer to Bloberta. An overly eager expression washes over her and Bloberta knows that she's up to no good.

“Well, I saw that you didn’t do too well on your biology test and I-”

“How would you know what I got on my test?”

“18 dollars an hour? Dolores, I could just pay someone to cheat for me for that price! Besides, I don’t need your help.”

“Bloberta, I think you should reconsider. I’ve already managed to help Abby, you know from the cheer team. And she can tell you that I truly know what I’m talking about!”

“Don’t you have another class to go to? Why are you still following me?”

“I’ve got plenty of time and even if I am late, I’m sure my teacher will understand.”

“Get to class Stoopdown.”

“You talk a lot of shit for someone with so many secrets to hide.”

“What secrets could you possibly know about me?”

“You’re still drinking, you come to class hungover more often than not, you tried to trick your sister into losing her voice, you took your Dad’s car for a joyride last prom. Need I go on?”

“I don’t care Dolores. There’s nothing you’ve said that wasn’t already obvious to everyone anyway.”

“Fine! What about your not-so-secret secret crush on Millie? Huh? Nothing to say now bitch?”

“...What?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You wouldn’t dare te-”

“Look, Dolo-”

But she wasn’t there. She had vanished into thin air like the witch that she is. There was only one thing she could have left to do in such a hurry and Bloberta had to make sure she did it first.

“Um… Sir, I need to speak to Millie in the hallway for a second.” Bloberta wastes no time and grabs Millie's arm dragging her out before the teacher could respond.

“What’s the deal Bloberta?”

Millie quirks an eyebrow.

“Sorry? Obviously, we're friends.”

“No Mil. Like as in how a girl is supposed to like a boy.”

“Oh, well-”

“BUT! I’m over it now, that was from years ago! Ha! So… don’t worry about it.”

“Great! I didn’t know how to react, you know we’ve been friends for so long. Besides, I’ve got a new boyfriend, Norm! We just made it official this morning!”

…How wonderful

#fanfic #bloberta puppington #millie fakey #fanon shipping

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saintlike78 · 3 years ago

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Hey.

First I wanted to say that i really like you work and that i often think about commenting my thoughts on it but since english is not my native language i feel very insecure about that.

I don’t even know if you take request for that but maybe you could write an poly marauders x reader, Where the reader feels really bad about their bad grades in Arithmacy ( i feel like thats the closest to math right) and feels so dumb and worthless after almost failing an examen and the marauders make her feel better and stuff.

Sorry for bad spelling or if it doesn’t make sense at all

I wish you a wonderful weekend!

Doing your best [Poly Marauders]

A/N: Thank you so much for your request, you’re so sweet! You shouldn’t feel insecure, your English is great! And please don’t ever feel insecure about commenting or reaching out, it means so much to me and I couldn’t care less if you make mistakes, I do too.

Pairings: Poly Marauders x fem! reader

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: Polyamorous relationship, Reader being bad at Arithmancy, wizarding grades, the grade ‘p’ stands for poorly, bad test results, the implication of punishment, reader being hard on themselves, crying.

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Looking down at the paper placed on the desk in front of you tears welled up in your eyes. The ‘P’ written in bold red not concealing how absolutely horrible you were performing in arithmancy. You stared at the paper for a few extra seconds before scrambling to get it off of your desk and tucked it away into the depths of your bag, hopefully also letting it leave the forefront of your mind. Unluckily for you, James was seated next to you and didn’t miss your ‘poor’ grade, giving you a disappointed look and an almost silent ‘tsk’.

He, alongside your two other boyfriends, probably thought it was because of you slacking off, but it was almost the opposite. You had studied so hard for that test and the subject of Arithmancy, but no matter what you did or how long you studied for it never sank in properly, leaving you frustrated at your lack of understanding. Numbers had never been your strong suit and it clearly showed, you were mentally slapping yourself, beating yourself up.

‘How could I have been so stupid!? Getting a ‘poorly’… what are they going to do with me?’

Your thoughts were all jumbled, which is why you hadn’t noticed the class being dismissed and James packing away his own things and then packing yours as well, taking in the distracted look on your face. He grabbed your bag and slung it over his shoulder, on top of his own, before he reached a hand out for you to take. “Come on, baby… let’s go.”

You were snapped out of your thoughts, looking dumbfoundedly at James’ hand causing James to chuckle a little, but in the end placing your hand in his, letting him lead you towards their dorm.

Arriving at their dorm, James opened the door letting you enter before him and shutting the door softly after himself.

“Hi! How was the Arithmancy test?” Remus asked, getting up from the bed to greet you with a kiss.

“Well, I think our little darling has been slacking off… the grade she received was less than stellar,” James said disappointedly crossing his arms before he walked over to his bed, dumping both his and your bag on it.

Sirius’s head perked up, no longer paying attention to the book in front of him. “Oh? And what grade was that puppy?”

You fiddled with your fingers, not wanting to meet their eyes, feeling stupid and small under their intense gaze.

“Uhm…” you didn’t want to say it out loud, knowing how much they pestered you to get good grades and keep up with your schoolwork… it being a part of your rules.

Though, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide it since James had seen the grade in plain view.

“Come on, bun, what was it?” Remus pressed, growing impatient knowing by James’ disappointed face that it was bad.

“I-I… uhm… got a ‘p’,” you finally let out, voice small almost a whisper.

You finally looked up at them and your heart dropped taking in the way Remus’ face fell in disappointment.

“That wasn’t very good, was it bunny?” Remus looked down upon you, a stern look replacing his disappointed one.

You just shook your head, unable to answer without breaking down in tears. Your fiddling fingers turning to knuckle cracking, your eyes glassy with impending tears.

“Answer him,” Sirius said sternly, also abandoning the bed and walking to stand in front of you as well.

“n-n-no,” you replied shakily, all your energy being used to keep the tears at bay.

Remus shook his head, “well, bun, it’s very disappointing… I hadn’t even realized you were slacking off, but you know what happens when you do.” He was hinting towards a punishment, those reserved for when you were being a brat or slacked off on purpose, but now it didn’t feel like you deserved one.

The threat of a punishment finally causing the tears to fall, your knees wobbling weakly and quickly giving out on you causing you to fall to the floor as sobs left your mouth. Your face was buried in your hands as tears leaked out of your eyes.

“I-I’m so-sor-ry, I di-dn’t mean to… I t-tried so ha-rd,” you sobbed out, voice breaking and hiccups interrupting your sentence.

The three boy’s stern faces fell into those of soft ones, their tough demeanor leaving them as they watched you break down before them. They looked between each other; sympathy was written in each of their features.

James was the first to kneel down at your level, using his right hand to pry your face out of your hands forcing you to look at his face. His heart dropping at your tear-stained face, feeling your pain.

“It’s okay, darling… c’mere,” James opened his arms for you; you immediately fell forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in the crook of his neck, letting out some more tears and sobs.

His arms were wrapped tightly around you to comfort you until you were ready to talk about it.

Remus and Sirius shared a look, and both kneeled as well, engulfing both you and James in a massive hug. You let out a breath of contentment, your tears ceasing and your breath evening out.

“Can you explain to us what happened?” Remus asked carefully, not wanting to push you in your fragile state.

They all leaned back so you could look at their faces when speaking to them. When your face was out of hiding Sirius took your face in his hands and used the pads of his thumbs to wipe your tears, causing you to lean into his touch, his heart swelled, and he smiled softly.

“I have been studying for that test for weeks, I just can’t seem to grasp the subject… it’s so frustrating and I don’t know what’s wrong with me… I just feel so stupid,” you rambled, airing out your thoughts and frustrations.

“You’re not stupid, puppy… you’re so smart, but you can’t be good at everything,” Sirius said, still holding your face and kissing you softly.

“Bunny, you could have asked for help… I’ll gladly help you study for the next test; I’ll make sure you get a good grade,” Remus offered.

Your face left the warm touch of Sirius’ hands to tackle Remus in a giant hug, kissing him all over his face. “Thank you, Remmy!” you squealed.

The three boys chuckled at your excitement for something as dull as studying for arithmancy.

“I love you all,” you sighed.

“We love you too, darling, even if you are bad at arithmancy,” James said with a small smirk earning him a smack on his arm.

James dramatically grabbed his arm, “oi! Watch it, I play quidditch with that arm.”

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tsvkishma · 4 years ago

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you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?

series: my hero academia / boku no hero academia

pairings: katsuki bakugo x reader

length: 5k words

warnings: swearing, mentions of making out (w/ a minor), breach of privacy??

tags: secret relationship, enemies to lovers, high school AU, reader-insert

summary: the mutual agreement between you and your bf to keep your relationship on the DL is about to be ruined when he makes the stupid mistake to leave his phone on the table for the whole class to see

author’s note: i’m so sorry! i really tried to make it gender neutral, but it was female leaning... i apologize! i’m still pretty new to writing dis homie so please be lenient when it comes to character accuracy lol. i also apologize for the messy, unstructured writing. also thank u to bae @izvkos for proofreading!

Just as you were getting ready to doze off, the school bell rang, startling you and making you jerk up from your comfortable position on the desk with your head in your arms. Some of your classmates got up to stretch, since it was the break time between classes. Unfortunately, it had only been the end of third period and you had a long school day to go through. You let out a low groan of disappointment. I guess I’ll have to keep myself awake just a little bit longer.

To be honest, you didn’t mean to stay up all night... it was just that you couldn’t help binge-watching your favorite show last night. You convinced yourself that you were only going to watch one episode before you went to sleep... then one lead to two... then three... and then before you knew it, the birds started chirping. But, hey! It wasn’t your fault that it was so addicting!

“Oi.”

You look up to see Bakugo peering over you with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face, “Tch, you don’t look so good today. Didn’t get enough sleep? How are you gonna be a pro hero with those bad habits of yours?”

You scoffed, “Oh, fuck off. Sorry I don’t go to sleep at 8 every night… grandpa.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make fun of me all you want, but who’s gonna be laughing when you fail your exams next week. I see you dozing off in class, you act like Aizawa-sensei doesn’t even notice,” Bakugo grunts.

You coo, “Awe, is blasty-boy watching me during class? I didn’t know you were this deeply in love with me! So cute.”

His face went red for a moment before his usual angry expression returned, “I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU DAMMIT! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR STUPID CRAP LIKE THAT!”

“Y/n! Stop teasing Bakugo like that! You know he can’t handle it...” Mina chimed in, joining the fun.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T HANDLE IT?! ” screamed Bakugo.

“Quiet down back there.,” threatened Cementoss as he entered the class to prepare his next lesson.

You and Mina were just laughing at your classmate screaming his head off, it was always an amusing sight if anything. Even though Bakugo denies having a crush on you, it wasn’t true. And you knew that. He had a fat crush on you, but it was more than that! He was your boyfriend.

You guys had kept your relationship on the down-low for about a month now, your relationship only became official about a week ago, but you guys had been going on dates prior. Bakugo wanted to keep your relationship a secret, you know, to protect his ego or whatever since there has always been a rivalry between the two of you and everyone in Class 1-A was painfully aware of it. He was too proud to let anyone know that he fell for someone he once vouched as his enemy.

There was always constant bickering between the two of you. Whether it be something minute or something that you would argue over for a couple of days. It’s not like the arguments were unintentional because they were started just to spite the other. Bickering would start about each other’s fighting technique in battle or even accusing the other of stealing their food from the shared fridge in the dorms.

The rest of your class was so sick and tired of the ongoing feud so one day, they set out a plan (led by Kaminari and Kirishima) to lock you two in a room just to sort out your differences. They set a date where they would trick you two into thinking that there was a class activity that everyone had to attend, but it would just be you two to show up and you would smash the beef between you two, and BOOM! Problem solved.

Just as the day came for the plan, something was weirdly off about you two. The morning of, you two both came into class at the same time and it was dead silent between you two. No bickering, no petty comments, and no evil stares. As more and more people were arriving, they would immediately notice the weird tension in the air. It was strangely quiet, not just because you and Bakugo were silent, but because everyone else was too. The thought of you guys not constantly at each other’s necks that morning sort of put off the rest of the class. It felt weird to talk over the dead silence when they were so used to your guys’ voices as ambiance while they were in conversation.

As the day went on, nothing changed and you guys were still silent and ignoring each other. Obviously, everyone was suspicious about what exactly happened between you two to make you ignore one another. There was no way that you guys were angry at each other because when you were, both of you made it clear by arguing and yelling loudly.

However, before anyone had the chance to ask why you guys were so quiet, Bakugo decided to approach you for the first time between class periods. At this point, the class was back to normal and having regular conversations with one another during break time, but all of their eyes were on you two, and their voices hushed to pay attention to the tense interaction shared between you two.

“Oi. Let’s talk,” said Bakugo bluntly.

You looked up at his crimson red eyes for a second before looking away as if his presence wasn’t even there. At this point, you didn’t know what to say to him, yet. This fired up Bakugo because within a second he started yelling again.

“HEY DUMBASS! YOU DON’T GET TO IGNORE ME LIKE THAT!” he screamed.

You turned to meet his glare annoyed, “Oh, shut the fuck up. I don’t owe you shit. Leave me alone.”

He tested, “The fuck did you say to me, idiot?!”

“Fuck off, dipshit, all you ever wanna do is yell! And might I add- you do it loudly. Are you such a fucking grandpa that you can’t even hear yourself speak? Can you ever jjust shut. the. fuck. UP!” you yelled back.

The arguing continued and the rest of Class 1-A continued with their previous conversations after seeing you guys back to normal. The tension between you guys soon left their minds as they continued with the rest of their day. Unbeknownst to them, the night before you two were arguing like usual in the kitchen area of the dorms before Bakugo made his first move on you.

The argument started with you getting angry at Bakugo for making a mess on the counter after spilling some of his water. It was late at night and no one else was around and you two happened to wake up around the same time to get a drink of water.

“You idiot, clean up your fucking mess. You spilled it all over the counter,” you said as you gestured to the spilled water.

“Tch. I didn’t spill shit. If it bothers you so much, why don’t you go clean it up yourself?” he groaned as he leaned against the counter.

Appalled, you grabbed the roll of paper towels and threw it at his head. He was caught off guard as the roll of paper hit his forehead. It fell and rolled out onto the floor. Now, he was truly annoyed.

“Fuck was that for, huh?!” he said staring at you, smoke practically coming out of his ears.

You laughed, “Just giving you a hand since it seemed like you were too fucking lazy to grab the paper towels yourself. Seems like the grandpa’s getting too old to do stuff for himself, boohoo.”

He growled, rage evident in his face. You laughed to yourself looking away from his face. The next thing you knew, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the fridge behind you. You were pinned by his big, rough hands and he was closer to your face than usual, yet still enraged.

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was useless, “Let go of me, idiot! You need to learn how to take a fucking joke.”

He didn’t respond, but he kept his eyes on your face. You tried moving away, but now his grip on your shoulders tightened, making your breath hitch.

“What the fuck is your problem? You want me to say sorry or something? Did the paper towel knock the fucking sense out of you? Let me go!” you argued.

“What happened to all your fucking hero training? Can’t get out of my grip, huh? How pathetic,” he growled in a low tone.

You felt his eyes piercing into your own and it was making you a little bit uncomfortable. He’s never been physical with you, even with the constant bickering between you guys. This was a side of him you’ve never seen.

You started, “Look, did I hurt your feelings or something? Did I hit you really hard on the head? There’s no point in holding me against the fridge. Plus, the handle is kind of hurting my back-”

“Shut up,” he stated plainly.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact with you. Okay.... suspicious much...

You tried moving once again, then he pulled you up from the fridge only to slam you back against it, but this time harder.

“Why can’t you just fucking stay still?!” he started yelling.

“Ow! Because you’re being a fucking weirdo! There’s something fucking wrong with you, it’s starting to creep me out! What the fuck are your intentions anyway, huh?!” you argued back.

His calmness fading, he yelled back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! ALL YOU EVER DO IS GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES LIKE YOU KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD!”

His face was inching closer and closer to your face with each word pouring from his mouth. You smirked at this.

You laughed, teasing, “Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?”

He immediately froze after hearing that sentence spill from your mouth and avoided eye contact yet again. Oddly enough, he returned to his calmer self... If you didn’t know any better, it was obvious that that sentence held some truth with him.

“Look just-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes shot wide open at the shock of the situation. Bakugo Katsuki fucking kissed you... Bakugo Katsuki. The Bakugo Katsuki who always argued with you. The Bakugo Katsuki who always got on your nerves. THAT Bakugo Katsuki.

Taking you away from your thoughts, he pulled away from the kiss. He examined your face for your reaction, but you were frozen in place with your eyes shot wide open. You didn’t know what to do, as if you were a computer and you were going through some code that you weren’t programmed to handle. He looked away and scoffed at himself, mumbling.

“Of course, she didn’t fucking like that, idiot...” he mumbled.

His grip on you loosened and his hands were brought to his side and he couldn’t bear to look at you in the face again. Breaking from your frozen state, you focused your eyes on him. He pulled his face away from your point of view and was scratching his neck in embarrassment and you could notice the light blush spread on his cheeks. You felt a little tug on your heart that you’ve never felt before when looking at him. At that moment, he was just so freaking cute.

Mentally telling yourself that you’re gonna regret this later, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him closer to you again. Your lips locked with his and you closed your eyes to bask in the moment. Only this time, Bakugo’s eyes were shot wide open, but only for a second. Relief soon spread across his face and his eyes rested on your waist, pulling you closer.

Both of you guys wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever, the rivalry between you two completely non-existent. As all good things must come to an end, you pulled away from him and your eyes made contact for a second before you both looked away, blushing. Realization soon hit you and you didn’t know what to do next.

“I-”

“Uh-”

You guys stuttered at the same time, making eye contact for a second before looking away. The atmosphere between the two of you was confusing. Before you could think of another thing to say, he spoke up first.

“Good night,” he said.

He walked away swiftly and turned the corner to the hallway towards his dorm. You stood for a few seconds not knowing what to think. You released the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in and proceeded to walk towards your dorm room. Leaving the kitchen a bit of a mess for the night.

The next day it was Kaminari who was blamed for leaving the paper towel on the floor and some spilled water on the counter. Poor boy.

Now, the relationship that you had with ‘blasty-boy’ would probably seem complicated and confusing in the eyes of others, but you two were pretty content with where you guys were at. There was an unspoken agreement that you would keep your relationship under wraps. You knew how Bakugo always tried to upkeep his ego of being the best. You’ve always assumed that he didn’t want anyone to know he had a soft spot for you. And you didn’t necessarily mind not sharing your relationship out in the open, anyway. I mean, you guys only just made your relationship official, but it was a little hard to keep your mouth shut when you desperately wanted to gush about him with the other girls of Class 1-A.

Although, you guys have managed to maintain the rivalry between you guys in front of the others. It’s not like you guys were faking it, though. Only now, you guys saw it as fun, meaningless banter and meant nothing by it. The few times that you’ve got to spend with Bakugo alone were completely different from when you would be with him as a group.

On one of your more recent dates, he invited you to watch a movie in his dorm room and he was so adamant about keeping you close to him throughout the movie. At one point in the night, you tried to get up to use the restroom real quick and his arm around your waist pulled you back down, making you fall onto his lap and you stared up at him. He ignored you and stared at the laptop screen.

“Uh... I need to go pee. Let me go, please?” you smiled up at him.

He gave you a glance and reverted his stare to the screen again, “No.”

“What do you mean no? I drank so much water because the popcorn was too salty... come on. You want me to pee on you or something?” you joked.

He laughed, “So, what if I do?”

You sat up and his gaze finally met yours and his signature smirk was plastered on his face.

You grabbed one of his pillows and hit him with it, “Ew, you’re so fucking gross! I’m going.”

He laughed and finally allowed you to leave, but rest assured, he snuggled up with you when you came back.

Right now, you were hanging with the rest of your class in the common room. On Fridays, you guys all agreed to a movie night after a long week of classes. You were sitting with the rest of the girls, settled between Momo and Mina. The movie hasn’t started yet since everyone was starting to get comfortable and settled in. A few of your classmates were grabbing popcorn and other snacks in the kitchen while the rest of you guys were just chatting. Somehow, the conversation between the girls evolved into talking about relationships.

“Oh my god! There was this really cute guy that I accidentally bumped into at lunch and apparently he’s a third-year! I hope I bump into him again, he was seriously cute,” gushed Mina.

“That’s so cute, Mina! I wish I had, like, ANY romantic interactions. My life’s so boring...” groaned Ochaco.

“Same,” said Hagakure.

The rest of the girls sort of nodded in agreement, but you just sat there sipping your juice pouch loudly.

“Y/n? You’re awfully quiet,” teased Tsu as she nudged you with her elbow.

“Well, I mean-”

“What are you ladies talking about over here, huh?” said Denki as he and the other boys inched closer to the girls to join their conversation.

Momo spoke up, “Seems like Y/n over here has a crush!”

You covered your face in embarrassment, “No I do not! It’s... uh... look we’re just... talking?”

Kirishima teased, “Awe so who’s the lucky individual?”

“Yeah, I wanna know who captured our Y/n’s heart,” laughed Sero.

“It’s no one...” you said after trying to recover after digging yourself in a deeper hole.

“Hey, Bakugo. How do you feel about Y/n’s new crush, huh? Maybe your love for her isn’t reciprocated after all...” started Kaminari before Bakugo stood from his seat on the couch and grabbed his shirt to intimidate him.

He growled, “I don’t have a crush on Y/n. How many times do I have to tell you idiots that?!”

“You’re just jealous that Y/n’s significant other is probably hotter than you!” laughed Mina.

Visibly annoyed at the situation, Bakugo walks away rolling his eyes and mumbling, “Tch. Can’t believe I go to school with a bunch of idiots...”

“Awe, can’t take it anymore? Your love for me is so strong that it pains you to listen to this conversation, huh, Bakugo?” you teased.

“Shut up. I’m going to the bathroom,” he said plainly.

The rest of your classmates on the couch got a laugh in before the topic of your potential significant other died down into smaller topics within different people. Those who were in the kitchen preparing the snacks for everyone finally came back and everyone was finding their seats around the TV and your boyfriend had yet to come back.

You pulled out your phone to text him and right as you did, Iida turned off the lights.

“Yo, Y/n. Turn off your phone it’s too bright and the movie’s about to start,” nudged Mina.

You apologized, “Sorry. I’ll turn it off in a minute I just need to text someone.”

You pulled up your boyfriend’s text log and typed in a message for him:

yo blasty boy why arent u back from the bathroom the movies starting

...also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle (lowkey of course hehe)

After sending those two messages, you put away your phone in your pocket. Everyone was concentrated on the movie and you set your attention on the TV screen until...

PING PING

A phone on the coffee table lit up brightly while making two loud notification pings. Everyone lost focus on the movie and looked over at the phone on the table. No doubt that it was your grandpa of a boyfriend’s phone pinging. Before you could do something, Kirishima grabbed it.

“Who the hell didn’t turn off their ringer? And why is it so damn loud..” laughed Sero.

Kirishima’s eyes scanned his phone for a quick second before his eyes widened and he covered his mouth in surprise.

“Holy shit! Bakugo has a girlfriend!” yelled Kirishima.

You couldn’t help but cover your face in your blanket... Bakugo was about to be so mad at you. Your secret would be out and honestly, you were glad, but you know that your boyfriend didn’t want anyone to find out anytime soon. At least, not like this.

Everyone turned to Kirishima, suddenly losing interest in the movie playing in front of them.

“Oh my god, you’re joking!” squealed Yaoyorozu.

Ojiro claimed, “There’s no way that Bakugo has a girlfriend. Not that hothead.”

“Bro, I’m not joking! And guess what... it’s someone in this room!” exclaimed Kirishima.

Everyone starts looking around the class, silently accusing their classmates of being the culprit.

“Look what they said: ‘also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle‘! Someone better start speaking upppppp!” said Kaminari teasingly as he got the phone from the red-haired boy.

“So, who is it?” grinned Ochako.

Sero peeked at the phone in Kirishima’s hands, “There’s no name, it just says ‘dumbass’. That’s so like Bakugo.”

You sighed in relief. You didn’t know that Bakugo didn’t have your contact as your actual name.

“G-guys! I don’t think Kacchan would want us to go through his phone...” protested Midoriya.

“Midoriya is right! This is not respectful behavior, we should respect our classmate’s privacy,” Iida said matter-of-factly.

Kaminari replied, “Aw, come on you guys are no fun! It’s harmless, anyway! If it really is someone in our class, we were bound to find out! It’s inevitable!”

You grab the phone from him and said, “Wow, Kaminari, I didn’t know you had the vocabulary capacity for the word inevitable! Now, let me see this...”

Lo and behold, your messages were shown on the screen under the name ‘dumbass’. You tried to analyze the situation and how you could use this small sliver of anonymity to your advantage. You concluded that just trying to play off the situation would be the best thing to do-

“Woah, woah, woah. What’s that as Bakugo’s wallpaper?” said Mina as she slowly grabbed the phone from your hands.

Right then, a horror scene played out right in front of your eyes. As everyone was standing crowded around the phone (whether they agreed with peering through your boyfriend’s phone or not), they were looking at the brightly-lit device in the pink girl’s hands and she deleted the notifications to show his very-telling wallpaper… you could say there was a slight miscalculation in your plan as you failed to notice earlier that his wallpaper was the two of you... making out.

You couldn’t bear to look at what was on his phone as everyone let out their gasps. It was too embarrassing, everyone seeing such an intimate moment on your boyfriend’s phone. Bakugo had taken that picture on a whim one night when you two were having one of your movie nights. When he did that, you were shocked because there was no way that Bakugo took pictures of himself ever. Honestly, you were shocked to see that he knew how to take a selfie. Nonetheless, you peeked through your fingers at the phone in Mina’s hand just for a bit.

To your surprise, he set the wallpaper to LIVE MODE. Live mode...... Everyone was watching you guys make out in action like it was a fucking movie.

That motherfucker...

The silence of realization was then disrupted as the girls let out their squeals and the whole class was causing a commotion while the boys high-fived each other as if they won a competition or something. Everyone was up and moving, a strong contrast from them mere minutes ago when they were lounging around on the couch and floor. Sero was shaking your shoulders as you covered your face in your hands. Your face was heating up from all the embarrassment and you couldn’t bear to look at any of your classmates after what they just witnessed.

You didn’t know what to think. Half of you were completely embarrassed that your friends just saw you in an embarrassing scenario and half of you were angry at Bakugo because this was all his fault! Who the fuck puts such an intimate moment as their wallpaper?! Why not something cute? And of course, it had to be a live photo…

You finally peered through your hands again to see the scene in front of you. Mina was laughing so hard on the couch that she was on the verge of tears.

“I CAN’T BREATHE! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD I EVER EXPECT THIS SHIT!” she cried.

Most of the boys were still jumping up and down like some monkeys due to the sheer excitement and energy in the room. Uraraka walked up to you and smiled widely while placing her hands firmly on your shoulders.

“Wow! Who would’ve thought that you and Bakugo were a thing! I honestly didn’t see that coming… sorry that we all had to find out that way. I was a little too absorbed in the excitement to consider how you felt,” said the round-faced girl.

With your face still red, you said, “Don’t worry about it… it was bound to happen soon enough, right? Although, now I’m a little embarrassed, but I guess I’m kind of relieved that I don’t have to put much effort into hiding our relationship anymore.”

Yaoyorozu chimed in, “Honestly, this is more entertaining than the movie we were just watching!”

You laughed along with the other girls who were nearby. On the other side of the room, the boys were making a train throughout the room and singing.

“Uh, y/n,” interrupted Asui, “Look.”

The man-of-the-hour walked in the room with his hands in his pockets with his usual grumpy expression. He stopped to examine the room and stared quietly at the energetic group of boys.

He scoffed, “What are you nerds doing? Why aren’t you guys watching the fucking movie, huh?”

He looked around the room until his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, which caught his attention. Your mind was racing a mile a minute trying to think of an excuse. Your gaze averted to the ground, but you could hear his footsteps heading your way.

“Since when did your socks suddenly get so interesting that you can’t look me in the eyes?” teased Bakugo.

He brought his hand up to your chin and lifted your face to meet his gaze. His playful smirk instantly dropped once he saw your expression. Your eyes were borderline teary and seemed lost, like a sad puppy.

He whispered so that only you could hear, “Baby… what’s up?”

You wanted to give in to his touch at that very moment and run into his arms, but you resisted because you knew that it would be too selfish given how you just broke your guys’ agreement. You didn’t deserve to be in his embrace right now, he was seconds away from finding out that your guys’ secret came out accidentally all because you sent a random text. You pulled your face away from his grip and moved away from him.

“W-wait, what-” he started.

“HEYYYYYYYYYYY, BAKUBRO!” said Kaminari and he wrapped an arm around him (much to Bakugo’s dismay), “How come you didn’t tell your buddies that you had a soft side to you, huh?”

Bakugo grunted, “What the fuck are you going on about?”

Kirishima chimed, “You know, you shouldn’t leave your phone out in the open like that… it makes you vulnerable!”

Still confused he said, ”Did worms get in your brains? We’ve been only one day off from school and you start lacking common sense?”

To his surprise, you walk up with his phone in your hand while keeping eye contact, unlike earlier.

“Sherlock, I thought you would’ve connected the dots by now,” you sighed, with a tinge of sadness behind it, “Your wallpaper… really?”

You hold up the phone up to his face and his reaction was almost humorous to you. His eyes widened and his face was painted with a light tint of pink.

For the first time in your life, you witnessed your boyfriend at a loss for words. The rest of your class watched the whole interaction and some restrained laughs were let out and they were all back to square one, laughing like maniacs. You were about to join in and laugh with them when you realized again what the situation at hand was. You were scared of how Bakugo would react since this would be the first rift in your relationship and you didn’t want to have a genuine argument with him, especially with how angry he could get. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands grasp yours and you look up to see your boyfriend smiling at you.

“I-”

Before you could say a single word, he hauls you on his shoulder, and you yelp in surprise. You don’t know how you ended up in this position, but now you’re dangling off of him and now you’re staring at the ground. (Also, his face was dangerously close to your ass, but you didn’t mention it.) He starts walking away and away from the commotion towards his dorm room. Before you can protest, he leans his head on your body causing you to freeze up. You could feel his warmth from his body heat against your shirt.

“You know… I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you,” he says quietly.

Your brain took time to process that sentence… was Bakugo actually not mad? Most importantly, who knew such sweet words could come out of his mouth? You couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief and you relaxed a bit.

Wanting to tease him, you said, “Sorry, you were too quiet. Could you repeat that again?”

He groaned, “I said… I’m not mad at you, I could never be.”

You giggled, “I know. I heard you the first time, but I thought my ears were deceiving me… Katsuki Bakugo is saying something nice for once? Whatttt…”

He shook you a little, “Forget it. You didn’t hear anything.”

Raising yourself a little, you patted your boyfriend on the head, “Nope. Remembering that phrase forever and ever.”

“Whatever.”

You smiled, “Whatever!”

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allthingsarmin · 3 years ago

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nerd!armin x popular bimbo girl!reader?

the reader needs a tutor so she asks the smartest boy on campus and they have a “study session” in the library

Thank you for your request! I hope you like it! (ALSO: I’m so sorry this took so long to write omgmgg please forgive me) ~ I also would like to write a better version of this later. Though I'm in love with this prompt, I feel I didn't write the smut part that well.

Minors DNI! NSFW below the cut. Fem!Reader, FemBodied!Reader.

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At this point, Armin’s legs were burning, his heart racing and hands uncontrollably shaking, while you were practically out breath, your lungs tightening as you released yet another hearty laugh and not caring about the sweat running down your forehead. Neither you nor Armin expected to be running away from the librarian at 2am in the morning on the cold, campus sidewalk, your hair and makeup questionably messy and his shirt noticeably unbuttoned with hickeys staining his neck. However, the thrill of it all was something you didn’t know you both needed…

Earlier:

“Y/n?” Armin questioned, waving his sharpened pencil in front of your face. “Are you paying attention?” He awkwardly laughed as he scratched the back of his neck. You look up at him, battering your mascara-covered eyelashes at him. “Ahh… I have no idea what’s going on,” you sighed.

Armin wanted to bang his head against the library table. He knew it would be difficult teaching the ‘campus bimbo,’ but he didn’t know it would be this hard… yet there he was. 1am on a Thursday, the test tomorrow, and you still couldn’t grasp the basics of quadratic functions.

“Why don’t we take a break?” he suggested, loudly dropping his pencil on the table, leaning back in his chair, and adjusting his disheveled collar poking out of his blue sweater.

“Okay!” you giggled mindlessly, turning to face him in your chair as you twirled your hair in your fingers. “Even though I’ll probably fail the test tomorrow, thank you for teaching me!” you exclaimed, fiddling with your compact mirror and checking your dolled-up face.

Armin tensed up at your backhanded words. Pushing his hair back out of frustration, he cursed the fact he was wasting his time with such an ai-headed girl. “Y-you’re welcome,” he hastily said as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Why didn’t he say no to your study session - if you could even call it a study session - ? Even though Armin was the school nerd, it’s no surprise to him that you came and asked him for help because, well… Everyone does that - always taking advantage of Armin - only talking to him because they want to use his neat, color-coded notes, only inviting him to parties so that he would later help them study.

You felt bad for Armin. Though you couldn’t deny he was way too uptight, everyone did make fun of him for every little thing; the way he dressed like a professor, how he was always so punctual, the way he was the first to raise his hand when the teacher asked a question, how he came extra prepared to class with extra pencils.

But being so close to him now, this was the first time you realized how handsome he actually was. His turquoise veins protruding from his soft, pale skin… his slender fingers gently holding his flashcards, his toned muscles peeking their way through his rolled up sleeves and making his clothes just a little tight, the sharpness of jawline contrasting with his kind, bright smile, the way his ocean blue eyes stared intently with such passion, and his thick, golden hair growing to his eyebrows, allowing his cute ears to shyly show themselves while his undercut beautifully shaped his face… he was beautiful.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” you suddenly asked.

Armin was taken aback by this question. No one had ever asked him this nor did any one seem to have any interest in his personal life whatsoever.

“No,” he paused, “I don’t have time for that stuff…” he trailed off. Armin never had a girlfriend, and thinking about it now, he never really had any crushes. He was way too busy keeping up with his grades, extra curricular activities, and student council. It would be practically impossible for him to keep such close relations with his kind of responsibilities, but that doesn’t mean he’s not lonely… his arms aching for someone to hold, his heart cold due the absence of warmth of a person he loves.

Armin didn’t bother asking you if you had a boyfriend. You were the most popular person on campus, partying with countless dudes every weekend, hanging out with a large group of girls at the mall nearly every day, your phone buzzing so much during class that your professor told you multiple times to turn it off, and you were pretty - your hair was always done in a pretty style, your makeup (though a bit slutty) always brought out the best features of your face, your nails were always painted, your skin was smooth and silky, and your perfume scent was addicting. Not only that but your clothes showed off your body so well; your skirt that was just a little short allowed people to see your cute panties when you bend over to pick something up, and your shirt that was barely even a shirt was always cropped above your waist and showed off your bouncy, plush cleavage… so of course you had a boyfriend. But even though Armin was an incredibly focused nerd, he couldn’t deny that your sweet smell, tight clothes, and lipstick-covered lips made him lustful.

“Too busy for that stuff?! Aren’t you lonely? It’s like you don’t even know how to have fun,” you chuckle, jokingly hitting his shoulder which happened to be really muscular underneath his sweater.

“Haha yeah,” he said, seemingly uninterested in where you were going with this.

“If you’re so busy, does that mean you don’t have time to masturbate?” you giggled, covering your plump mouth with your hand and fluttering your eyelashes at him.

Armin became extremely flustered as tints of red washed over his body in waves.

“W-what?” he stuttered. “Why are you asking me these questions? We are supposed to be studying!” he quietly shrieked, looking away to break eye contact with you and playing with the watch on his wrist.

“Haha, I am just joking. You’re such a nerdy boy, just want to make you blush,” you sincerely smiled.

“W-well I am a young college student, so obviously I - I do that from time to time thanks to p-porn,” he stammered.

“Woah woah wait. Someone as uptight and rigid as you watches porn?” you harshly laughed, genuinely shocked. You scooted your chair closer to him and leaned into his neck, your hot breath caressing his skin and your hair resting upon his shoulder. “What kind of porn does this nerd like to watch?” you inquired, widely grinning as you saw how embarrassed Armin had become.

On the inside, Armin was fuming, mostling frightened that he had gotten himself into an embarrassing loop with no escape that would most likely be gossiped about amongst the popular students, but mostly angry that some dumb, slutty bitch was wanting to pry into his personal life, not even appreciating the fact that he spent countless hours in the library helping you study to no avail because you couldn’t pay attention if your life depended on it… that this same dumb, slutty bitch was just getting her fun from teasing some nerd who is taken advantage of and forgotten by everyone… angry that you - with your pretty makeup, plump lips, short skirt, and overflowing cleavage - weren’t paying the price for your teasing.

Suddenly, Armin sat up in his chair, his muscles tensing through his clothes, and an aggravated look forming across his face, wrinkling his brows. He quickly takes a fistful of your hair and pulls you close to his face, allowing you to see the different shades of blue in his eyes and his soft, blond eyelashes. His innocent, geeky look is nowhere to be found on his face as he intensely stares into your eyes.

“It just so happens that this nerd likes to watch useless, empty-headed bimbos like you get their pussies abused,” he said, dominance seething from his teeth as his mint breath hits your face. Before you even have time to think, Armin unbuttons his slacks and practically forces your mouth on his hard, pretty cock.

Watching you gag and choke on his cock with saliva dribbling down your chin made him laugh. “You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, slut, we’re in a library remember?” he coos. He abruptly pulls you off his cock, taking in the sight of his lipstick-stained tip and the mascara tears streaming down your face. His treatment was so harsh and so sudden, making you miss the ‘nicer’ and ‘quieter’ Armin, but you couldn’t deny his sudden dominance made your aching cunt flood with arousal.

Before doing anything else, Armin scans the library, making sure no one is around. Grabbing your wrist, he forces you to sit on his lap, facing him on top of the library chair. Everything happened so quickly, barely even leaving you time to think, barely leaving you time to think that Armin was using your body to relieve his anger and frustration, not leaving you time to realize how sopping wet your needy cunt actually was.

Sitting atop his lap, he spreads your plush, soft thighs, exposing the fact that you didn’t wear any panties to this study session, causing Armin’s eyes to widen.

“I don’t know why I’m so surprised that a whore like you wouldn’t wear anything underneath your short skirt to our little ‘play date,’” he snickers. He leans close to your ear, softly biting your neck. “It’s almost like you were asking to be fucked by me.”

You don’t know what to say. Your mind is so empty, fuzzy, and shocked that the only thing you can do is comply when he demands that you ride his cock. Armin lets out a low groan from the bottom of his throat as your tight, warm pussy encloses his thick cock. You let a pathetic whimper as he begins to thrust up into you, and Armin gives you a glare, reaching up and tightening his hands around your throat. “Remember, you have to be quiet, or are you too dumb to remember that?” he sinisterly smiles.

Armin begins to harshly thrust into you as you wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto dear life as he deeply penetrates your spongy, sensitive walls. He slithers his slender hands into your shirt and starts toying with your nipples and pinching them when you’re being too loud.

Groping your ass, he whispers in your ear, “you know, I don’t even know why you’re in college… you’re so dumb. Why don’t you just drop out and be my little slut for when I come back after class, huh?” You sink your head into the crook of his neck, embarrassment coming over you at the same time as pleasure fills your walls when he tells you those mean words.

He grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him. Your hair is a tangled mess, your makeup completely smeared, and your eyebrows furrowed as your innocent-looking eyes beg for some type of release.

“F-fuck, you look so dirty,” he groans, leaning his head back.

“And you look like two students who are going to be in so much trouble…”

Both of you tense up and look behind you to find the librarian staring daggers into your souls.

Immediately, you hop off of Armin’s dick, gathering your things as he struggles to pull up his pants. Both of you at an ungodly speed bolt out of the library doors. Yeah, getting potentially banned from the library would suck, but maybe it was something you both needed. Armin needed to learn to loosen up, have some fun, and you needed to learn to take things seriously and maybe just put in a little more effort.

“Ya’know, it’s kind of late. We can go back to my dorm, and I can help you study for maybe another half hour… if you want,” Armin shyly asks as you both continue running down the sidewalk.

“What about the other half hour?” you questioned.

Armin’s face grows red. “We can finish… chemistry…”

#armin arlert #armin x reader #armin smut #aot x reader #aot smut

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years ago

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The Seven Demon Lords’ Pet Human

So I’m quite fond of the idea that the lesser demons see MC as the brothers’ dumb pet human up until MC is revealed to be a five star badass who can control the brothers on a whim. But Himiko isn’t okay with being referred to as anyone’s “pet”, and after a very bad day, she’s going to let the brothers know that.

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Genre: Half Crack Half Fluff

Warning: This story features my MC, who uses she/her pronouns, if that makes you uncomfortable no harm no foul, see you next time

“Just their pet human,”

“Aw, they let their cute widdle pet walk around all by herself~.”

“The brothers’ new pet looks so delicious…”

Himiko Nanami was not one for demeaning nicknames. She had told Luke over and over again that the reason people kept calling him a chihuahua was because he gave them a reaction, but she just couldn’t follow her own advice. A pet… the brothers’ pet… what complete and utter shit.

She had forged pacts with the seven lords of Hell. She had escaped death more times than she could count. On her first day at RAD, she had gouged out a demon’s eye with her headband for trying to eat her. She had walked Cerberus and survived. Himiko was no dainty little pet.

It was a tragedy that some of the demons that wandered the halls of RAD couldn’t see that. Not all the demons were irredeemable anti-human trash, some were quite sweet. But it only took one weird squishy grape to make Himiko refuse to eat the rest of the bowl. That’s how that saying goes, right?

It was supposed to be a good day, it was a Friday for Christ’s sake! But no, the world at large was conspiring to make Himiko’s forehead vein burst.

First period with Satan went normally for the most part, until the two paired up for an assignment and Himiko decided to give Satan a few pats on the head. A few snickers coming from a few rows behind her drew her attention, and right after Satan left to use the bathroom, that’s when she heard it. The first comment of the day.

“Aww, a pet petting her master, how sweet.”

When Satan returned, Himiko was holding a broken pencil.

To her credit, she didn’t dignify those idiots with a response, but their comment managed to burrow its way into her brain and settle there right when she snapped the pencil.

Second period shouldn’t have been so shitty, Himiko had friends in that class. Friends other than the brothers and the other exchange students, but no. Everything sucks in the Devildom.

Paimon had so sweetly offered to share some of his chips with her when he heard she had skipped breakfast. Himiko was in the middle of happily chowing down when some asshole decided to ruin the cute friendship moment.

“Geez Pai, I thought you’d be more responsible than that~.” A demoness a few rows ahead cooed. “Feeding other people’s pets without asking~.”

Paimon choked on the chip he was chewing on while Himiko gave the demoness a bone chilling glare.

“Sh-she’s not- I’m not-”

“How about you mind your own fucking business?”

The demoness only rolled her eyes and turned back to giggling with her friends. It was truly a shame that at least 60% of all the demon ladies in the school were incredibly mean and/or homicidal, a shame for Himiko because she’s a raging bisexual.

With her appetite lost, Himiko forfeited the rest of the chips to Paimon.

Lunch went by as normal as it could have gone. She sat with the brothers as usual and happily watched their antics. When she left the table to throw her trash away was when all hell broke loose.

“-Pet,”

“-Pet…”

“-Pet.”

“-Pet!”

All those damned whispers reached Himiko’s ears and if she had any less patience she would have pulled her hair out and screamed. When she got back to the table, she spent the rest of her lunch period in silence.

What’s worse was that her next class was with Solomon, and the only seat available was next to him. Great…

“Grouchy today, ms. Nanami?”

“Annoying today, mr. Wizard?”

Solomon let out a quiet and carefree laugh and rested his head on his hand. “Oh Himiko, you know I’m always up for being a little annoying.”

Himiko rolled her eyes and tried to pay attention to the teacher. “Whatever…”

Class went on, but Solomon didn’t let up on his quiet pestering.

“Himiiiiii, tell me what’s wrong, I won’t laugh.”

“Go to hell.”

“Poor choice of words, you’re there with me.”

“I hate you.”

“So mean, I’m just trying to help. Solomon the Wise is known for giving great advice!”

Himiko turned and looked at the immortal sorcerer next to her and saw his pitiful attempt at what looked like puppy dog eyes. She rolled her eyes again and turned back to her work.

“I thought you were known for ordering a baby to be sawed in half.”

“Hey!” Solomon huffed, crossing his arms. “The baby did not get sawed in half. The saner of the two women got to keep the baby, I was being smart.”

“Sure, sure.” Himiko couldn’t hold back a bit of a smile. To her own surprise, Himiko began to weigh the pros and cons of actually telling Solomon what was going on. Hm, on one hand, Solomon was the only other human that might possibly understand what Himiko was dealing with, on the other hand, Solomon was a known shifty bastard and could barely be counted as human at this point. In the end, human solidarity won out.

“Solomon,” Himiko began. “Have you ever gotten called a pet before? Like a demon’s pet..?”

Solomon thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Probably. I’ve been alive too long not to have been called every name under the sometimes lack of sun, but I’ve always been more widely known as someone who makes demons into his pets.”

“Mmm, sure.”

“But fret not Himiko, those closest to you know the truth. You’re no pet.”

Not exactly the heaps of comfort Himiko wanted, but at least Solomon answered truthfully and didn’t say anything that would get on her nerves-

“I don’t know why you’re so upset about that nickname though, you’d look amazing in a collar.”

For what happened to poor Solomon right after he said that, let’s just say a palm reader could read Himiko’s future off Solomon’s face.

In fourth period, Himiko had to hold herself back from bitchslapping someone else who decided it would be a good idea to test her. A quick word of advice to anyone in the Devildom who would like to survive an encounter with Himiko, never, ever, fuck with her headband.

“You fiendish demon!” Luke yapped, trying to help get Himiko’s headband back from the nasty awful no good demon who decided to pluck it off her head and hold it out of reach. “Give that back!”

“N’awwwwww, pet buddies!” The taller demon laughed and dangled the headband a little closer. “So cute! Someone get a picture for Devilgram-”

Luke slammed his foot directly into the demon’s kneecap. The demon practically shrieked and doubled over only to be met with Himiko’s knee in his gut. She daintily plucked the headband from his grasp and quickly pulled Luke out of the room.

“Are you okay?” The moment the two were far enough down the hall, Luke began to fuss over Himiko like a tiny nurse. “You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

“No buddy, I’m fine.” Himiko held out her hand for a high five. “Up high,”

Whack!

“Down low,”

Woosh!

“Too slow.”

“Hey!” Luke whined. “No faaaaaiiiiir!”

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No one wants their human to be grumpy, especially not the brothers, so when Himiko spent the rest of the time until dinner holed up in her room, they were a tad concerned.

“My human’s all saaaaaaaaad,” Mammon rested his chin on the table and whined. The rest of the brothers sans Asmo were sitting at the table awaiting dinner. “Himiko said she didn’t wanna play the Game of Life, and it’s like, the one game she’s good at…”

“Yeah, she’s been pissy all day.” Belphie added before quietly yawning. “What’d you do, Mammon?”

“Me?!” Mammon sputtered, practically scrambling out of his seat and pointing an accusatory finger at his brothers. “I didn’t do shit! What about you idiots?!”

“Well, let’s look at what we know,” Satan said, waving off Mammon. “During first period we partnered up for a project, I left to use the restroom, then when I came back she looked upset. During lunch when she left, she came back and didn’t speak the rest of the lunch period. Any theories?”

Beel raised his hand, and Satan nodded to him. “Himiko has terrible separation anxiety now, she can’t go too long without us.”

Satan gave Beel a few nods, then turned to the others. “That’s one guess. Anyone else?”

Mammon raised his hand, and Satan promptly ignored him.

“Oi! Pay attention to me!” Mammon stuck his hand in the air and waved harder. “She’s angry because she’s failin’ a class! Every time we’re not distractin’ her, she remembers!”

“I would have heard if she was failing a class.” Lucifer finally piped up from the head of the table, his face was buried in RAD’s newspaper. “You on the other hand, Mammon, are failing three of your four classes this semester.”

Mammon slid back into his seat and scratched the back of his neck. “About thaaaaaat, I need money for uh… for new books n’ pencils n’ shit. That’s why I’m failin’, you’ll lend me money, won’t ya big bro?”

Lucifer didn’t get to respond as Asmo burst into the door of the dining room with a pot of pasta that was almost half his height. “DINNER IS SERVED~!”

As everyone settled in to eat, Himiko finally made her appearance and plopped herself down in her usual seat next to Mammon and helped herself to the pasta with rosé sauce.

“It’s good! It’s good right?” Asmo peppered the group with questions about the food and how good he did. Himiko had to admit, this was damn good pasta. Smooth, creamy, cheesy, all that was missing was garlic bread. In a matter of minutes Himiko had cleared her first bowl and was going in for seconds.

“So Himiko,” Satan said as Himiko continued to shovel pasta into her face at a pace that could rival Beel. “We’ve noticed you’ve been looking a little upset today, care to satiate our curiosity?”

Himiko paused mid bite, which wasn’t doing wonders for her appearance considering she had sauce on the tip of her nose. But still, how sweet of her boys to notice, it made her cold dead little heart swell with love.

“Oh you know, just idiots at school not worth my attention.”

“What have they been saying?” Asmo asked, his voice unusually stiff.

“They’ve been calling me you guys’ pet.” Himiko grumbled. “How ridiculous is that?”

The clattering of forks and the chewing of food halted as the boys went completely silent. Himiko shifted uncomfortably in her chair as she looked around. Had what those demons said been a greater insult to the boys than she-

“Pfff- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Mammon erupted into laughter and the rest of the brothers followed suit.

“G-Geez,” Belphie snickered, feigning wiping a tear from his eye. “Humans are so sensitive.”

“Excuse me?!” Himiko gripped her fork so hard she was sure it would leave indents.

“I mean, don’t take this the wrong way, Himi,” Levi said between bouts of cackling. “But you are a teeny tiny little normie human surrounded by well… us.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?! That I should just roll over and take it!?” Himiko immediately turned and pointed at Belphie. “Don’t you dare.”

Belphie’s mouth was open to make a comment about Himiko’s poor choice of words, but the pact activated and any words died in his throat. Belphie flipped her off and Himiko returned the gesture.

“Himiko,” Beel was sweet enough to not laugh at Himiko’s predicament. “It’s not that big of a deal. Besides, people love their pets.”

As sweet as Beel thought his words were being, Himiko really wanted to send him to bed without dinner.

“Yes, yes, Beel’s right.” Satan took a deep breath and collected himself after his laughing fit had finally ceased. “It’s nothing to worry about, Himiko. It shouldn’t be bothering you. Just don’t listen.”

Himiko somehow gripped her fork even tighter as she levelled her ice cold glare at Satan. “Thank you so much for demonsplaining how I should deal with and feel about the very human problem of people seeing me as some toy.”

The venom in her words seemed to snap the rest of the table out of their giggly stupor, and Mammon gave Himiko a few pats on the back.

“Ah don’t worry about it, Himiko. I’ll fight any bastard who says anythin’ like that.” Suddenly realizing he hadn’t been a tsundere for five whole minutes, Mammon went red and snatched his hand away. “Ya know, just because you’d probably use the pact and order me to anyway…”

“I’m not a dere~” Levi began to softly sing, Himiko perked up and grabbed Mammon’s cheek.

“A tsun-tsundere~”

“Not that song again!”

That should have been the end of that whole debacle. Himiko’s decent mood had been restored and all was well! The gang chatted amicably for the rest of dinner. Himiko made sure to heap loads of praise on Asmo for his amazing pasta. She felt a part of her die when she went in for fourths and the spoon scraped the bottom of the pot.

Too bad nothing ever goes smoothly in the Devildom.

Since it was Asmo’s night to cook, it was Himiko’s night to do dishes, so she got up and began to clear the table. As she began to collect the unused knives, Lucifer, not looking up from his newspaper, handed Himiko his plate.

“Thank you, pet, that’ll be all.”

Himiko stopped dead in her tracks and her grip on the plate tightened. “Repeat that, Lucifer?”

“Thank you, pet, that’ll be all.”

A tiny smirk spread across Lucifer’s face, which only served to make Himiko’s blood boil. If he thought he could make a joke about that while she was still mad he had another thing coming.

As quick as a flash, she had whipped the plate straight at the ground, shattering it into dozens of tiny pieces, before Lucifer even had a chance to say anything, Himiko was standing in front of him with a frigid glare on her face.

“Lucifer, put your hand flat on the table and spread your fingers. Keep quiet.”

With no choice but to obey, Lucifer slapped his hand down on the dining table, though, the glare he was giving her wasn’t any less murderous. Not caring, Himiko’s gaze remained cold and calculating, she turned to the other brothers, who were rooted in place from sheer shock. “Stay.”

“I’d just like to get something out there to you seven,” Himiko said calmly, holding one of the knives in her right hand and waving it around like it was the most casual thing in the universe. “I, am no one’s pet,”

Himiko turned and slammed the knife right between Lucifer’s middle and index fingers, imbedding it deep in the table.

“Arm candy,”

The second knife was slammed right in between Lucifer’s middle and pointer finger.

“Or accessory.”

The final knife went between his index and pinkie finger. Himiko’s next words were slow and deliberate as she stared the strongest of the brothers directly in the eyes.

“I am your friend, and equal, I won’t accept being anything less, whether it’s a joke, or not. You agreed to those terms the day we made our pact, didn’t we Lucifer? Have you changed your mind?”

It was so quiet you could hear Henry 2.0 swimming around in Levi’s room upstairs. No one dared to breathe as the seconds ticked past.

Finally, Lucifer responded, his voice tinged with exasperation. “No Himiko, I haven’t.”

“Good,” A small triumphant smile appeared on Himiko’s face as she removed the knives from the table and finished up cleaning the table. “That goes for the rest of you boys too, got it?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Mhm.”

“Yes…”

As Himiko walked into the kitchen to do everyone’s dishes, they quietly reminded themselves exactly who they were dealing with. Himiko Nanami was no dainty little human, no no no, she was the one master to rule them all, and by god was she going to make sure no one ever forgot.

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AAAAAAAA THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!!! I really need to write more stuff with Himiko! Inspiration struck at like… 10 this morning and I just ran with it.

Now on one hand, I can see that people might think that Himiko overreacted to Lucifer’s little joke a tad. Buuuuuuuuuuut she’s gotta shut down that shit early, right? She doesn’t want “pet” to be the next “chihuahua”.

Lucifer’s probably trying to stick his nose back in his newspaper as he wonders whether he’s incredibly enraged or unbelievably turned on.

Hope you all enjoyed! Now back to the regularly scheduled shitposting.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #Obey me fic #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Satan #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Solomon #Obey me Luke #obey me OC

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venusguks · 3 years ago

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Solace in Seoul

— Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x Fem!Reader (Reader x Kim Taehyung on the side)

— Summary : the falling apart of you and kim taehyung, and the coming together of you and jeon jungkook

— Genre/Warnings : plot driven, angst, smut, fluff, sugar daddy/baby relationship, student/teacher relationship w kth, bsfs2lvrs w jjk, unprotected sex, creampie, degredation, oral (f receiving), jk just wants to love you :(, jk is the absolute sweetest really, spit drinking?, praise ( TW : MENTIONS OF FAMILY ABUSE/BRUISES )

ACT 1. | 134340

The first time you talk to Jeon Jungkook again, your mind is elsewhere, absorbed in the lingering absence of Taehyung.

Spring's gentle breeze carried distant laughter and a faint melody from the music club two floors down. The sky carried drifting clouds, the ocean carried rising tides, and you — You carried the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Or at least it felt like it.

The piles of envelopes concerning last two months’ unpaid bills have been devouring your dinner table and heart alike. After receiving the countless of threatening voicemails from your landlord, you'd be naive not to expect a visit—but opening the door to Mrs. Joomi’s bitter scorn didn’t make you feel any less anxious. Juggling two part time jobs all the while maintaining A’s and B’s was nothing easy to accomplish. Hell, living wasn't even easy, and yet, it was like nothing you did was ever enough.

Grief was your composer and you were her violin—her cruel euphony reverberated through your tears when you sat on the cold kitchen floor last night, sifting between your savings that barely made up one month's rent. On top of your midnight breakdown, your dad decided to come home yesterday out of all days and, well, you know how that goes.

The door clicks open, interrupting you from your trance. You don’t need to turn around to know who it is.

Footsteps pad closer until Taehyung is right next to you. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and leans back against the metal railing, facing the opposite direction. It's quiet at first. You've noticed long ago that your relationship with him was one that was filled with silence. “Somethings bothering you,” He’s the first to break it. Neither of you take your gaze off the cerulean blue sky. “You could tell?”

“Of course I can, angel," his voice is cool, gentle, and it carries you away with the wind. "You dozed off through the whole lecture today."

Shame tinges your cheeks with the faintest pink, “oh... I’m sorry. I was paying attention, really, I was just—"

"Love," he saighs, "you have nothing to be sorry about. You could skip to sleep in the nurse's office for all I care. I'm just worried about you."

“What a good teacher you are,” you smile, a teasing one, but Taehyung chuckles dryly. “Trust me, if I was a good teacher, I wouldn’t be doing this," he sounds apathetic, but that doesn't stop you from frowning. You finally turn to look at him, his curls of deep brown swaying. “Taehyung... please don’t say that. You’re an amazing teacher, everyone knows it.”

You hoped he knew how genuine you were. God, you hoped to the moon he knew just how good he was. Taehyung may have already been admired for his captivating smile and his nonchalant energy, but everyone respected him for so much more. He was the type of teacher everyone wanted—the cause of counselor’s headaches every autumn for receiving heaps of transfer requests. Even parents and teachers fawned over him, baffled to see the passing rate in math tests accumulate over the years. It hurt that he didn't see that, and it hurt more knowing he didn't think he was respectable because of you.

The man tilts his head to look at you, smiling softly. “You know I’m only joking, doll.”

“Whether you're joking or not, I still... it just worries me when you talk like that,” you pause, "....do you really feel that way?" Do you really regret this?

Taehyung sighs, and the jeweled rings adorning his fingers are cold against your skin as he tucked loose strands of hair behind your ear. “Worrying is my job, angel, so tell me what's been on your mind instead."

If Taehyung noticed the hurt in your eyes, he chose to ignore it. He always did this. You got it, really, you did. There were boundaries for these sorts of relationships. One step closer would bring him one step back, which was why you never probed him any time he disregarded your questions. But a selfish part of you still felt it was a bit unfair, a bit painful to feel him slip away, to realize he was never there in the first place.

It was strange, how he made you feel. His thumb grazed your lips, his breath was light on your skin—if you concentrated hard enough, you swear you could hear his heart beat. He was only inches away.

So why did he feel so far?

Taehyung was your your lighthouse, your harbor, your shore. Through the snowy December nights where his fingers traced sensuous lines down your bare stomach, to the Spring showers of March where his cold lips brushed your inner thigh—Taehyung had always been your solace.

You knew tangling in sexual affairs with your teacher in return for sealed envelopes was wrong, but how could something so sinful feel so heavenly? The unspoken acts committed underneath draped curtains and moonlight's veil felt too dear to you to be called impure. By your sixth rendezvous, you started to wish the intimacy you shared with him could go beyond silk sheets and star speckled lust.

“I want you to confide in me too,” you said one night under the reluctant shadows of warmly lit candles. “I want to help you too, Taehyung. Please, let me help you.” You could tell he's been agitated the whole week, but you'd been too afraid to ask, afraid of him pushing you away. You didn't know where your courage came from then, all that you wished to be more than a distraction. “I don’t need you to help me," Taehyung growled, and you let out a muffled whimper when he rolled your clit with his tongue, your thighs trembling as you reached for his soft curls. "B-But I care a-about—ahn!" You arched your back as he inserted a finger inside of you, curling into your sweet spot with frightening accuracy. "Don’t need you any way else other than this, doll. Just be good and silent for me." That morning, you woke up to a bed void of the man you loved; a white envelope being the only remnant of that night.

You sighed as you recalled that memory, brushing your own fingers over his, tracing the metal bristles of his rings. “Its nothing."

“Don’t say that, angel. I know it’s not nothing."

“Really, Taehyung, i’m fine. Just stressed is all.”

“Stressed...as in financially?” Your sudden tenseness affirms his assumption, making him sigh. "You could've just told me earlier, angel. Tell me how much you need." A repulsing mixture of shame and self resentment brews in your chest, hardening like bitter dalgona. Dirty, despite money sparking your secret arrangement from the very beginning, that’s how you felt every time it was ever brought up. “Hey, look at me doll," as if reading your thoughts, Taehyung gently draws your face close to his with two hands cupping your cheeks, noses barely brushing. “Don’t ever feel guilty about this. Just treat it as an early birthday present, yeah?"

You couldn't help but frowning, your hands roaming the access of his collarbone. "You already do so much for me, Taehyung...I just...I-I feel bad." You failed to notice how rigid he became then, how his eyebrows dipped with evident frustration. "Y/n, you know that—"

Click!

Before you even realize it, you and Taehyung are off each other. When the blue, paint-scraped door opens, sleeked shoes and lively banter are welcomed by two students, diminishing with a glance at the both of you. "Ah, Mr. Kim, there you are! I was looking all over for you. What are you doing here?" A girl's eyes shift from you to the chestnut haired man. Taehyung easy recollects himself as he pats your shoulder, wearing a professional grin. "I stumbled into y/n here, was just giving her some advice but we’ve finished. What did you need me for?”

"Oh...well, about finals week..." You almost let out a sigh of relief as they continued their conversation, but your breath is instantly caught in your throat when your gaze flickers to the boy right next to her.

You were too startled by the sudden interruption that you haven’t completely processed his presence. You almost wish you hadn’t though, now that his doe, big brown eyes mirror your own.

Jungkook was unmoving, and you could've guessed he was conflicted—whether to say hi or to stay silent. Even if you were in the same grade, it was rare to see his face among the carbon copied uniforms. Class C—1 and C—4 were the furthest from each other, and with being the student council event coordinator, you were either neck deep in documents or tucked in the seclusions of the rooftop.

But due to the proud morning announcements and the hushed whispers of admiration, Jungkook never really strayed too far from your orbit. Referred to as the school's golden boy, Jungkook was loved by everyone. He was friends with members from the fashion department to the swim team to the gardening club—Hell, even the occult club. Teachers and students alike wore lenses of adoration for their school’s pride and joy while you tried your best to look away. He may have been in your orbit, but you were two different worlds, encapsulated by the universe but separated by light years of meteors and stars. Jungkook was a nameless planet to you, as you were to him. You never brought yourself to think about it—never had the time for anyway, so seeing him there, floating with the drifting clouds, even you felt a tad bit shaken.

“—kook...Jungkook, hey, Jungkook! I’m gonna go get my assignment with Mr. Kim. Come with?” He blinks profusely, averting his attention from you to the girl wearing raised brows. “Uh, no thank you. Breaks gonna end soon anyways, I think I’ll stay up here. See you after school though?”

“After school,” she clicks her tongue, waving before disappearing down the stairs. Taehyung lingers for a second longer, his eyes flickering to you. “Well I’ll see you next period, Jeon. Bye, y/n." With that, the door shuts behind them, welcoming an air of awkward silence.

Jungkook is the first to clear his throat, “hi, its been awhile," his earrings dangled with his every nervous movement, and you wondered when he'd gotten all his piercings. "Y-Yeah, its been awhile..." you repeat densely as you watch him take the spot Taehyung left, respecting a distance but not standing too far away. He rests his forearms on the metal railing, his elbow barely brushing yours. “Do you usually come up here?"

"Only during lunch."

He hums, "that explains why I never see you."

You frown, both in curiosity and confusion. "You look for me?"

“I-I don’t!” He sputters too quickly. “I just...its just an observation. We’re in the same year after all, and you’re never with the rest of the student council members.” Your brows raise in amusement, “that's surprising.”

“What is?”

“I didn’t think you remembered my name—honestly didn’t think you even remembered I existed.”

“Of course I remember,” he chuckles, “we’ve been friends for 17 years. How could I forget?”

“14 years,” you reminded softly, “we’ve been friends for 14 years.”

A star in Jungkook’s eyes must have died out when you smiled sadly at him. “Oh...right...” he rubs the nape of his neck, sighing. “This is strange, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you agree, “strange.” And there it is again. Spring’s momentary silence. You watch as the sun slowly disappears behind sailing clouds. Talking to Jungkook, being alone next to him, was maybe even a little bit uncomfortable. After all, you guys had so much history—where do those film rolls of sun seeped memories go? It was as if they floated all around you, tying your fingers together like the red string of fate. After all those years of suppressing them, it was intoxicating, adamant to be remembered.

“This reminds me of middle school,” Jungkook brings your head back from the sky. “In 5th grade, the highest we could go was at the top of the garden shed. We spent all our breaks there, staring at clouds, complaining about Mr. Lim being too grouchy, or wondering where we'd go after school—what ice cream flavor we’d get at the convenience store. Do you remember?”

"Of course I do," despite yourself, your heart softens to the recollection. It was your secret hiding spot, blocked by the slant of the roof and the trees barricading the other side. The sky, wind, and Jungkook had been your only escape from the problem solving in math and the problem solving you had to do on your own when you were 10, wondering what the budget for that week's grocery would be. “We thought we were so cool, that we were on top of the world.”

“Correction, you thought you were so cool. You even promised to show me your own space ship, remember?”

“God, please don’t,” you groan, covering your face with your palms. You knew exactly where this was going, and you guessed Jungkook still knew exactly how to embarrass you. “You told me you were a space—“

“—adventurer!” You beamed a toothy grin, two hands proudly on your hips. Jungkook looked up at you with sparkling eyes, pupils as large as beloved full moons. “You mean...an astronaut?”

Your smile immediately drops into a disappointed frown. You demanded upmost reverence, so you didn’t really appreciate it when he questioned you. “No, no. Not an astronaut. A space adventure. s-p-a-c-e a-d-v-e-n-c-h-u-r-r. Gosh, Kookie. If you want me to bring you along in my journeys, you have to keep up.” Jungkook only nodded, trying his best to stifle a chuckle. He won the 3rd grade spelling bee, so he was at least 85% confident the word adventurer didn't have a 'ch' in it.

He decided to let it go though. He knew—the same way he knew that you’d certainly cry if he corrected you—that you were afraid of heights. If it took weeks to encourage you to finally climb a roof, he was the certain you wouldn’t be able to handle the height of the galaxy. But then again, he always had a soft spot for you. “I’m building a space ship right now actually! Its called the Bon Voyage. When it's finished, I’m going to Pluto. You won’t believe how big space is. There are strawberries there!"

Jungkook’s eyes widened at your silly declaration, and even then, he felt sad. He knew that being a space adventurer—being able to maneuver gravity and time on your own whims—was only an innocent imagination of escapism, but still. Every single time you’d flinch when a hand was brought up near you, every time you’d pull on your jacket despite it being hot, he wished your imagination could be real. Wished he could make it real for you—keep you safe from earth and all your troubles.

“I’d like to see the strawberries.. with you,” Jungkook smiled softly. You grinned, and it was the most precious thing Jungkook saw as you stuck your pinky finger out. “Then it’s settled, I’m taking you with me.”

“To pluto?” He wrapped his small finger with yours, and you sealed it with your thumbs pressed against each other's. “To pluto!”

Jungkook was in a fit of laughter, and despite burying your face further into your hands, you couldn't help but smile. “I can’t believe you knew I was lying. God, I must’ve looked like a total idiot.” His elbows were pressed against yours now, sending a surge of warmth to your heart at the familiar skin ship. Jungkook must have not noticed, for he only kept giggling, and you certainly wouldn't bring it up. “It was cute, really. The strawberries and everything. It was really cute.”

"Whatever, Jungkook," you rolled your eyes, and uncovering your eyes, you looked at him. Truly looked at him this time. His smooth, unwrinkled uniform. His hair that grew over time, kissing past his eyelashes and swaying with the wind. The tiny mole peeking under his bottom lip, the familiar scrunch of his nose as he grinned widely. The speckled brown of his eyes were so warm, almost dreamlike against the golden sun. Under long years of an uncalled contact, of an untouched hand, of a voiceless wonder—‘how have you been?’ ‘what was on your mind today?’—you saw the Jungkook you once knew, your dearest friend. And with his smile, you found your heart aching and full at the same time.

ringggggg!

The alarm jolts the both of you, severing spring’s heartbeat as loud chatter and footsteps disrupt the moment from open windows.

You only stare at each other for a brief second before you give a half smile, “that's the bell, we should go.” Without waiting for an answer, you followed the pace of the rest of school, but before you could take a step down the staircase, Jungkook takes your hand. His grip isn’t tight or rough. Its gentle, reluctant. You turn around, and the sun is behind him, kissing the back of his head with its golden, stray flakes.

"What is it?" You furrowed your brows. “I...its just..." It takes a moment before Jungkook speaks, cheeks tinged with a faint red. "Y/n I, I miss—”

“Jungkook,” you interrupt in masked panic, averting your eyes as you pulled your hand back. In truth, you were scared. Finals week would be soon and you didn’t think you could handle any more mental strain than you already had, especially not with him. “I-I think we’re going to be late.” Jungkook eyes widen for a second, stricken with dejection. He mumbles, “right...”

You don’t dare to look at him, turning away, you say, “it was nice talking to you again. Bye, Jungkook.”

ACT 2. | DAYTIME SHOOTING STAR

The second time you see Jungkook again, the spring showers are sharp against your skin. You had just gotten off from your 6 hour shift, and where the sunset hues of timid pink and vibrant yellow were supposed to be, the overcast sky was instead. It's been about 30 minutes since you clocked off, but you knew your dad was home, so you decided to take the long way back.

It didn't matter that you were a blur of blue walking in grey tainted streets. Didn’t matter that the downpour soaked your clothes or that cars occasionally splashed you with murky road puddles. You could be anywhere, and anywhere would be better than where your dad was.

Droplets drooped down your eyelashes, dribbling down onto your phone. It’s screen illuminated your color drained face. You stared at Taehyung’s contact, biting your lip nervously.

YOU :

hey taehyung, can i come over? if that's possible of course|

hey taehyung, can i come over? i|

hey taehy/

.../

i need you|

Your thumb hovered over the tempting, blue send button. Press it, Y/n. Just press it. (But would he mind?) He said it was okay to ask for help. (But... what if he's busy right now?) It's okay to ask. (You'd just be bothering him. If you're too needy, he'll push you away, you know that.) Just press the damned—

“Y/n!” A hand reaches your back, and although it was a mere brush, you yelp in alarm, instantly stumbling back. When you're sure you're about to be submerged into a puddle, a hand firmly grasps your forearm, steadying you as the said person pulls you closer to them. The rain stops—or rather, patters against an umbrella now hovering over you. Your eyes flutter from the hand holding you to the hand holding the umbrella handle, and lastly, the holder.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Jungkook half laughs. When you don’t reply, your mouth only agape, he adds, “are you okay?” It takes you a moment before you nod. You were close, as close two people could be under a small umbrella (or was it because Jungkook has gotten really big?), so you take a step back. But before you could feel even one raindrop on your face again, Jungkook pulls you back into him, “I don’t want you getting sick, y/n.”

“I’m already soaked anyways,” you frown, but he only disregards you. “Where are you heading?”

“Nowhere.”

When his brows threatened to crease, you add, “Got off work a few minutes ago, I was just taking a stroll.” Jungkook opened his mouth, and you were sure he was going to say something in the lines of, “in the rain? have you gone mad?” But to your surprise, he doesn’t. Instead, his fingers intertwine with yours. “My homes not far. Come with me?”

"Your...home?” You repeat dumbly, disregarding how warm his hand was—how you missed it, how right it felt in yours. “Yeah, if thats okay with you. If not, then mind if I walked with you?” You pause, taking in Jungkook’s attire. What he was doing in a button down, black trousers, and sleek shoes, you didn’t know—but his dry state save for the few droplets on his clothes meant that he'd much rather prefer to be under a roof. You weren’t sure if he was going to take no for an answer, and being under shelter did sound pleasant. At least, more pleasant than being in wet socks. “Okay,” you say, “take me home.”

When you arrive, you're relieved to discover Mr. and Mrs. Jeon are on a business trip. You missed the Jeons, truly—they were the only family you’ve ever known, but you didn’t think you were ready to see them again.

You remembered Jungkook’s house being an absolute palace when you were a child—modernized with elegance adorned with a scenic garden and a clean landscape—but it still didn’t fail to leave your jaw agape. Expansive was always an understatement. “Here, get changed,” Jungkook hands a towel, an oversized sweater and sweatpants, and of course, fuzzy socks. You only nodded as he led you through the familiar halls to his room. “Just call for me when you’re done, kay?”

“Mm,” you mumbled, still in a daze even after he left. Bittersweet nostalgia filled your nostrils with the scent of vanilla and almonds, a soy candle he still apparently loves. It's only been three years since you’ve last set foot on his grey, hardwood floors, but you still noticed the subtle changes. Instead of pokemon action figures—burnished, golden trophies filled his glass shelves. They were only a few Jungkook was really proud of, otherwise his room would be brimmed with his accomplishments.

Picture perfect polaroids capturing euphoric memories and cheerful grins scattered Jungkook's walls. A refined stereo set replaced the bright blue boom box of your childhood, the one covered with doraemon stickers and scratches. Memories of 4th grades' January flooded your mind, when the blandness of the month was disrupted with color as the two of you jammed to Ego by JHOPE on repeat. Jungkook may have added and taken a few things out, but you found anchor in what stayed the same. His plants that hung from the ceiling were still there, ivies draped with growth over the past years. Kim Namjoon, Jungkook’s long time idol, smiled from a framed poster on his wall. Everything was still polished with his neatness, a habit you had always commended him for.

As you dried your damp hair, a photo frame catches your eye, sitting on the side of his bookshelf. Your breath catches in your throat. You slowly walk to the dainty item, painted white and blue to resemble noon skies. In the corner of the frame ignited a bright, pale limerence. Sparks of vivid blue and tangerine whipped through the wooden confines. You felt your heart thump against your chest. It was a—

"Daytime shooting star!" You gleamed, holding a paint brush into the sky, the handle rough from years of dried paint. It was a hot summer day, a few weeks after the end of seventh grade. Cicadas sung adamant songs through Jungkook's cracked open window as the two of you sat on his floor, blanketed with a fuzzy iron man carpet.

He looked at you quizzically, "a daytime shooting star?" As far as Jungkook knew, there was no such thing. "Yeah," you chirp. "That's you, Kook. You're my daytime shooting star." Jungkook nearly dropped his paint brush then, risking his favorite carpet as he looked at you, wide eyed with stun. You were wearing his t-shirt as per usual, your face smudged with blue paint and an innocent smile. Jungkook hated you for it.

It was always your choice of words—my Jungkook, my Kook, my Kookie, and now, my daytime shooting star—that he swore would be the death of him every single time. He didn't even know what you meant, but he didn't care, because being called yours was enough to kill him.

"Th-Thats stupid," he mumbled as he looked away, a futile attempt to hide his burning cheeks. "That doesn't even make sense." When the air shifted to silence, Jungkook immediately regretted his words. He quickly turned back around, fearing he accidentally hurt your feelings due to his own fluster. Maybe that was when Jungkook realized you really had grown up since the 6th grade, because this time, tears didn't drip down your cheeks. Instead, your eyes were curious and doe as you tilted your head to your side. "Does it matter?"

"What?

“A lot of things don’t make sense, but does it have to matter?” You frowned.

“I-I don’t—”

“I like you a lot, Kook,” and though you weren't at the least bit shy saying so, Jungkook’s emotions exploded everywhere. “I don’t think you need reasons to like someone, but you’re my daytime shooting star, Kook, and that's my reason. Can't I just like you? Does it...does it have to make sense?”

It felt like light years as Jungkook stared, red as he looked into the golden specks of your eyes, glinting from the blazing sun. “I-I don't know,” he gulped, his voice small. He was going to leave it at that at first. He didn't know what to say—what he could say. His mind was as clumsy and berserk as a deflating balloon to your previous words, but when he saw your sullen eyes and mopey pout, he felt an inadvertent panic in his gut.

His eyes shifted to his boom box. Etched on the side of the speaker was Doraemon, giving him a childish wink and thumbs up. Jungkook groaned in annoyance and you looked up, curious as he scratched the back of his head. "M-maybe we could...see it," he mumbled, barely grumbling, but your heart leapt with every syllable of his words. "Someday, together. The—"

“Daytime shooting star.”

You jumped, instantly whirling around to see Jungkook leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed over his torso. His eyes were soft, as if his gaze itself caressed you. “Y-You...” your thumb grazed the flimsy wood. “You still have this.”

“Yeah, and I still don’t have a photo,” he chuckled, making his way towards you. “14 years of friendship and you’d think we’d finally have a perfect picture to put in the frame.” It was pretty silly now that you thought about it. Despite spending a whole summer’s day decorating the item with childlike ambivalence, you never allowed Jungkook to slide a photo in it. No, it couldn’t just be any glossy photograph. You fussed over the concept of a perfect portrait, but nothing ever satisfied you enough, and with each passing year, it must've slipped your mind.

“I don’t get it... We haven’t talked for like, three years, and you still have this?”

"Does it have to make sense that I did?” Jungkook tilted his head, his eyelids lowering to look down at you. You open your mouth to reprimand him for using your words against you, but no words come out. Fuck. You swear it was his eyes—you’ve always said they were full of magic when you were children. It must’ve been that damned spellbinding luster that stole your voice. “What did you mean?” Jungkook takes a tentative step forward.

“Huh?” It came out like a breath.

Maybe it was the dim incandescence of the room, complementing the silhouette of his sculpted physique. Maybe it was the fact that the cloth he wore seemed too thin, too tense around his biceps and broad shoulders. Maybe it was because his first three buttons were left unclasped, teasing the faint outline of his chest. Or maybe it was the fact that you were so used to being in eye level with him—hell, looking down at him in the earlier points of your life. But you realized then, as Jungkook stared at you with a glint you couldn’t seem to quite recognize, how small you felt in front of him. Under him.

“When you said I was your daytime shooting star. You never explained it to me, what you meant,” Jungkook takes one final step forward, and the distance between you is insignificant. You don’t move—didn’t even think you could with your back pressed against his bookshelf. You could only return his gaze, doe eyes wavering beneath his. “What I meant to you...what I still mean to you.”

Your breath hitches, “Kook...”

“Fuck, I missed that,” his voice is low, breathless as his fingers brush your cheeks. “So fucking much, Y/n. I missed you calling my name, whatever you say. Kook, Kookie, Jungkook—I don’t care, just missed your voice, I still do. Don’t you know? Everyday, how much I long for you?”

Your eyes widen at his assertion. Wherever this was coming from, you didn't have the heart to stop it. "J-Jung—"

“—I miss you, Y/n. Any time I'm not around you it hurts and every time I am it hurts even worse.” His voice is so gentle, you fear he could hear the rhythm of your heart beat, palpitating with the heavy raindrops against his window.

“Why....why did you push me away?”

The waves were restless that cold, autumn night—you saw it through the fogged window of the train. Exhaustion tugged your eyes and your muscles screamed with every movement. As the train tracks rumbled beneath you, you wondered if you were even alive anymore, at least, it didn’t feel like it. All that was certain to you was the midnight stars outside, following you no matter where you went.

You didn’t know when the train entered the station, sighing to a stop as the doors slid open with a loud gush. It was probably 2am—Maybe 3, and the carts didn’t hold people this time around. At least you didn’t think it did, you honestly didn’t have the energy to even think about it. You only wondered how further you could go without knowing exactly how far you already went. Your neck ached from your head hanging low, and if it was cold, you didn’t feel it. All you felt was numb. An aching, dull pain eating away at your heart.

It was when you heard rushed heaves and loud footsteps that your eyes widened to see a familiar pair of green converse stop in front of you. You lift up your head to see Jungkook, cheeks red either from crying or the cold, maybe both. His brows were deeply furrowed as he crouched down, his hands gripping your shoulders.

“C-Can you hear me, Y/n? Are—are you okay?” You only nodded. He felt like a mirage, a dream.

You didn’t know what he saw in you that caused the droplets of sorrow to drip from his eye—whether it was the bruises covering your body, or the deep eye bags from restless nights at work—but it made you sad, how he looked at you. You wished he’d stopped. You wished you could be so far away that he didn’t have to look at you anymore.

“You’re, fuck, you’re freezing,” Jungkook quickly pulls his coat off and swathes it around you. “I’m sorry, y/n. I’m so sorry I didn’t get here earlier.” You shook your head, your dull headache being replaced with confusion. “Why are you even apologizing, Kook? H-How did you even find me? Why are you even here?” You had turned off your cell the whole day and gave no indication to where you’d be. You didn’t even tell Jungkook how you were feeling, it made no sense to see him there, holding you.

“We’re soulmates remember? Of course I’d know,” Jungkook tries his best to give a smile. “I’m here because you are. Just—look, lets get you out of here first okay?” Before you can tell him you can walk by yourself, he lifts you up, taking your hand as he leads you out. “The next train back to Seoul arrives in 8 minutes,” Even when Jungkook and you sit down on a bench, he doesn’t let go. He’s shaking, you realize, with his fingers intertwined with yours. It was as if he wanted to hold you tighter, but he was afraid. Afraid of what? Afraid of hurting you? Or afraid of you hurting him if you slip out of his grasp any further?

“How did you know?” You begin again. “I told you I was sick, I called the school too. A-and how did you even know where I was?”

“You called in sick for three days Y/n,” he frowns, “and you haven’t texted me once. I was so worried, fuck, I was so fucking worried when I went to your house to see that you weren't there. All my calls went straight to voice mail, and I saw...I-I saw the shattered beer bottles, the blood. I-I panicked, even thought of calling the police,” when your face goes rigid, he assures you, “of course I wouldn’t though, I would never do that you. But anyway, it took me awhile to guess, and I wasn’t even sure—just started running. I imagined you’d definitely be in a space ship to Pluto right about now, but I took a risky bet on the train station. You know, being much more accessible to us and all.” When Jungkook finishes light heartedly, you give a dry laugh, “you know me so well, Koo."

His small grin falls shortly as silence does, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb on your hand. When he speaks again, his voice is quiet, sad, “You always...you always said you’d bring me. We’re a team aren’t we? You and me, I-I thought...I would’ve been there, Y/n. You know I'd be there for you in a heartbeat. Don't you trust me?”

"Of course I trust you, Kook," you quickly assure him through your thin veil of tears. It hurt too much to know you were the reason for the crack in his voice, for the ache in his heart, for his glazed eyes. You couldn't stand his pity, but you couldn't stand being the source of his grief either. "Then why didn't you call me..? All I ever wanted was to be there for you, all I ever want is to be by your side, y/n. Why won't you just let me help you?”

“Because you don’t understand, Kook,” you croak. “You don't understand how hard it is for me—how hard it's always been. It'll only ever always be like this, and I-I can't just...fuck Kook, I can't just depend on you every time I get hurt. My problems are for me to sort out, I have no one but myself.”

“But you have me, y/n," the tears you fought so hard to hold back falls when Jungkook covers both your cheeks with his hands. The boy inhales sharply, trying to calm himself from crying any longer as he presses his forehead against yours. "It hurts me so much when you talk like that, y/n. You have me, you always have me. A-and it scares me because sometimes it just feels like I don't have you, that I never did and—"

"Jung—"

"You’ve been so distant lately," his breath is shaky and hot against your skin. "....It feels like you’re going to leave me. Please, don’t. Don't leave me behind like this, y/n.” You don't say anything else, too overwhelmed with his heartache beating with yours. In that cold autumn night, all you could do was cry in his arms.

The train arrives shortly.

“Lets go home," Jungkook murmurs sweetly against your skin. He kisses your forehead softly, and when he does, it feels like you already are home.

“Come here,” he grins, standing up with his hand out. You take it. “Have you eaten yet? I can make us food when we get back. What would you like?”

“Honestly? Just ramen.” Jungkook groans as you step inside the desolate train cart. “You know I could cook something way better for us."

"Nothing is better than ramen with eggs, Kook," you chide, giggling when Jungkook rolls his eyes. You take your hand away from him, and Jungkook tenses, only to relax when you cup his cheek once more. “But seriously, thank you, Jungkook. For everything. For worrying, being here for me, for finding me." He smiles, his eyes like crescent moons luminescent with love as he looks down at you, "always.”

"You said you'd do anything for me right?”

“Of course, anything, y/n.”

“Then please stop after this," you keep your small smile even as Jungkook's brows furrowed with confusion. You said it so simply, so plainly that he thought he might have heard you wrong. "What do you...?"

“Nothing will change after this. Nothing. I can't escape from my life, I can't escape from debt or my dad no matter how hard I try—and being the cause of your anxiety won't help me. I don't need a savior, and I don't think you need me holding you back either. We're burdening each other Kook.” With a heavy gush, the train doors start sliding shut and before Jungkook can even comprehend your words, you step out. “Don't have worry about me anymore, okay?”

“W-Wait— y/n—!” He’s quick to run, but it's too late. The doors slide shut, finally severing the thin red string of fate that held the two of you.

The rain falls with your tears as you cry into your hands, guilt washing over you like tidal waves. You remember his face the most, how heartbreak and betrayal etched with the dying fade of his smile. How you left him that day, how you left him everyday after that.

“I-I was just so tired, so tired of everything. I... I'm so sorry I pushed you away. I just didn't want you to worry about me anymore. You were always so good, everything about you, and I was scared I was holding you back and...and it hurt too much to stay knowing I was." Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your waist as his other hand gently pulled your head to his body. You're too stunned to move, but when you gather yourself, you decide you don't want to. You just cry, burying your face into his chest, your hands tightening around his shirt.

"I never once stopped thinking about you, y/n," he mumbled into your hair. "I never once not worried, never once not looked for you, and you—god, y/n—you never once held me back. Silly girl, don’t you know you were the only one who kept me together?” Jungkook lets out a noise, somewhere in between a sigh and a groan as he lowers his head onto your shoulder, "I did everything, anything to keep myself distracted from you. Competitions, sports, art, studies, friends.” His soft hair tickled your jaw as he nuzzled closer into the crook of your neck. “But I couldn’t, y/n, it was always you, it was never not you. Do you know how torn I was, watching you and not being able to talk to you? To hold you, be afraid of losing you even more than I already had?"

The pitter-pattering of the rain against the rooftop fills the voice you can’t seem to conjure. "Did you ever miss me?” Jungkook pulls away, and your eyes lock with his under the blue world. You realize then, by looking at him, just how scared he was. If you pushed him away again, he didn’t know what he’d do.

Reluctantly, you bring your hand to sweep Jungkook's tousled bangs away, brushing your fingers against the shell of his ear. "I did," you whisper, and more clearly, "I-I did, of course I did.” When Jungkook doesn't respond, your hand trails down his neck ... to his shoulders ... to his chest. "Do you hate me?"

Jungkook inhales sharply, "N-no." He could never.

"Your heart is beating so fast.... are you afraid?"

"I am."

"I am too," you lift his hand and place it against your own chest, laying it atop your own heartbeat. Thump, thump, thump, you don’t catch the pink of his cheeks when you’re too busy staring at the sad stars in his eyes. "I was too, back then. I know it's selfish, and i-i'm sorry I hurt you, but I hope you understand what kind of position I was in. I was so young, so scared—I just wanted to be alone, felt like it was a way to protect myself from anything else that could hurt me. I’m different now, I think, more stable—whatever that is," you chuckle dryly. "I can’t promise I won’t push you away, but I won’t leave anymore, really, s-so...."

Jungkook's eyes soften, his lids lowering when you say, "Can you trust me?"

"Of course," Jungkook breathes, “always.”

ACT III. | EPIPHANY

"Just go to sleep already, Jeon."

You've been repeating yourself for the past 3 hours, watching him restlessly saunter around his room. "...swear i’m missing something, I just don't know what..." Jungkook, like the countless of other times, dismissed you as he continued to tap his finger on his chin, mumbling to himself in intense focus. It was only when you’ve finally had enough, groaning and hurling a tissue box at him—which he instantly caught with ease—that he finally noticed your glare. "What was that for?"

"I said just go to sleep already!" You exhaled frustratedly, "you packed your whole room at this point, Kook. I swear you have, like, triple of everything you don't even need—so for the thousandth time, could you please just shut the lights?" It's been a few weeks since that one spring evening, and time started ticking again with Jungkook by your side. It took you awhile to adjust to his company, it was odd—but everything was odd at this point. Odd but comforting when Jungkook started visiting the rooftop every lunch, odd but reassuring when he'd pick you up after every shift, and odd but exciting to spend the night with him before the anticipated field trip to Jeju island. The four days were a granted escape before the tumultuous finals of the upcoming winter. Even you were a bit eager to go, having finally taken a justified leave off work.

"Fine, fine, but if I do end up forgetting something important, I blame you," Jungkook huffs, sauntering to the light switch. “Go ahead,” you roll your eyes, and with a small click!, a satisfied sigh escapes your lips. “Finally,” You snuggled into his pillows, but when the bed dips down right next to you, you realized you had forgotten to ask Jungkook to shut his mouth as well. "Will you sit next to me on the way there?" You squinted to the darkness, raising your brows at the silhouette of his figure. "Jungkook, you're literally my only friend, do you even need to ask?" He chuckled, "but will you? We don't have to sit with my friends if you don't want to."

You hummed, thinking as Jungkook carefully brushed loose strands of hair away from your face, the warmth of his fingers trailing down the side of your neck. You were reluctant about being seen with Jungkook at first, but the choice wasn't left to you when his friends spotted you and him at the library sometime ago. It honestly wasn't as bad as you expected, and more surprisingly, you even clicked with a few with them. Seokjin was one you gravitated to the most, being a truly funny and charming senior that you felt you could look up to. "No, it's fine. I like your friends." Jungkook’s head perked up, and the darkness captures the bright twinkle in his eyes. "Really, you do?" You smile, knowing how happy that must have made him. "Really, I do. Now can we please go to sleep? I'd like to be at least remotely awake for the first day."

“Okay, okay, grumpy head," a bunny like grin appears on his face as pinches your cheek, chuckling when you only grumble in return.

He strokes your hair down one last time before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Good night, y/n.”

"Good night, Kook," the reassuring warmth of his skin leaves yours, and you hear him shuffle in his own mattress on the floor. It's been awhile since you've felt like this, so safe. Though it didn't necessarily matter, being with Jungkook was different with Taehyung, you noticed. When it came to Taehyung, it was as if all your problems could dissipate with his touch. That for a moment, they could just disappear.

When it came to Jungkook, though, your problems were still there. They existed, they were real, and yet, when you with him, it felt like everything would be okay. He was like a breath fresh air, and you felt like you could get through anything—whatever it may be, as long as he was there. With that thought, you slowly, but surely, drifted to sleep.

ringgggg!! ringgg!!! ringggg!!

What happened afterwards came in fragments of fuzzy memories, distorted with exhaustion. It was the phone ringing first, then it was the shuffle of Jungkook rising from his mattress. The ringing, his heavy yawn, the ringing, groggy footsteps, the ringing, the clatter of the drawer—and finally, silence. "Y/n...?" His voice barely reached where your mind was, deep inside the depths of whatever dream dimension you were in. "Y/n," he said again. No reply. "Y/n... Y/n!"

"What?!" You groaned, lazily sitting up with a snarl and a bed head. The ringing starts again and you rub your eyes to where your phone screen illuminated Jungkook's face. "What is it?" You mumble, a little concerned to his expression. "God, is it Mrs. Joomi again? I just paid this month’s rent like a few d—"

"Mr. Kim."

You freeze. The two, single words are akin to iced buckets of water being splashed onto your face, instantly waking you up.

"Taehyung with a heart and moon emoji—but that's Mr. Kim, isn't it? In that photo? That's his first name." Your heart lurches forward. 태형☽<3, displaying a low quality photo of him that you secretly took while he was preparing breakfast. It was once a happy morning, and this was once a happy night—disrupted by its forbidden rays of joy.

When Jungkook finally looks at you through the stark darkness, you can only stare back, your heartbeats filling the silent stun of your dry throat. The bubbly melody stops, and when you don't say anything, Jungkook's voice grows louder, "Y/n what—what the hell is this? Why is Mr. Kim calling you at 3am? Why do you have a photo of him? Why is his contact—"

"J-Jungkook," You nervously moved to sit on the front edge of the bed, attempting to speak as calmly as you can. Jungkook would understand...right? He wouldn't tell, he couldn't. He knows you, your financial situation. It was okay. "Remember when you asked me not to push you away? Well, this is me letting you in. This is me trusting you Jungkook, so please just hear me out." Under the moonlight's glower, you see the bob of his adam's apple rise and fall. "Taehyung, he—"

"Taehyung?" You wince, the acidity of his voice like bitter poison. "I-I mean, Mr. Kim. M-Mr. Kim, he...helps me."

"Helps you?" Jungkook scoffs. "At 3am? How could he—" Suddenly, Jungkook's eyes go wide. "Y/n, you don't mean..."

You nod stiffly, "he gives me money in exchange for....i-its consensual! He helps me," your cheeks heat up, hating yourself for allowing this to happen, having to explain yourself. “A-anyway the point is, you won't tell anyone, right? You understand, don't you, Kook?"

"Understand?! Y/n—he’s a teacher! He's seven fucking years older than us—are you stupid, what were you thinking?!" The sting of his words ring in your ears like a harsh slap across your face. Throughout your years together, Jungkook had barely had the heart to scold you, so you were more than unprepared for his hurtful words. Your shock quickly subdues into anger though, and you stand up, “what I was thinking? What I was thinking?! I don't know Kook, maybe thinking about my fucking electric bill! Thinking about how to pay off debt—how to buy food for fuck's sake! I've looked after myself my whole life, and this is no different."

"Still—This is wrong, y/n! You know that! There are other ways like, like—"

"Like what Jungkook?!" You're in front of him now, pushing at his chest. "Working my ass off in nine to fives? Well I do that, Kook, every fucking day and yeah, a fucking disappointment for me too that it's not enough. You could never know how its like for me, but out of everyone, you're supposed to...! You’re supposed to understand,” you chuckle bitterly, shaking your head as a futile attempt to shake the hot tears away.

"Y/n...” Jungkook’s anger diminishes into a frustrated panic. He tries to reach for you, hold you, anything to keep you from crying because of him—but you turn away, and despite himself, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. He sighs harshly, his voice much softer now, “I just—out of all these years, you could've asked me. I was always there, y/n, and you never accepted me. I know we talked about this already, but the fact that...” He shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I do understand, but I was always here. I was your best friend, why did you have to go to him? Am I...am I that unreliable to you?"

Your own heart sinks for him this time, quickly shaking your head. “No, Kook. I-It's not like that. I'm sorry this has to be so complicated, that i've made you feel small. You are reliable, Jungkook. You're my safe place, my person—always have been. I appreciated you so much but you need to understand how terrible it felt for me back then. I hated being pitied by you. You’re my friend, not a fucking philanthropist."

Jungkook takes your hand this time, "I never wanted to help you because I pitied you, y/n. You were always so strong, I don't think you could ever be someone I could pity. I wanted to help because I cared for you, loved you, and it breaks my heart knowing that you went through such lengths when you could've turned to me."

You sigh, threading your hands over the back of his hair. "It was all just circumstantial, Kook. Taehyung found me at a really low point in my life. I didn't search for it, but he was there and i’m thankful for yim, so please Jungkook, please." Your eyes wavered beneath his sad stare, hoping, pleading. Jungkook bites on his lip, cursing, "look...I won't tell on you if that's what you're thinking. I would never do that to you, i'm just worried. He's calling you at nearly 4am, y/n—shit, h-has he hurt you? Did he ever make you do anything you didn't want to?" Jungkook looks frantic for a second, but you quickly shake your head. "N-no! No, god no, he's never hurt me! You know him Kook, Tae would never hurt me." You miss how you even said Tae or how Jungkook's jaw clenched to it.

"I won't say anything, y/n, at least...not yet. You have to end it."

"W-What?"

"He took advantage of you in a low position in your life, y/n."

"N-No Kook, you don't understand!"

"It's not your fault, y/n, it's completely his. He's the adult here, it was wrong. You have to end this."

"But I can't! The money, Kook, you know I can't."

"Then let me help you," he steps closer. Your hands slide to his chest now, shaking your head. "No, Jungkook, my answer has been no and its still no. I refuse to be your charity case," you scoff. "Then you're not going to be. I'll pay you to sleep with me too."

Your eyes instantly shoot open. What..?

"I'll pay you to sleep with me," he repeats calmly. "Anytime you need it, anytime I want it, and I'm certain I'll be able to give you more than whatever Mr. Kim could." Your mouth only hangs open, words dying in your dry throat.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asks, taking a step closer. This time, you take a step back. "If you were fine with doing it with Mr. Kim, shouldn't it be fine with me?"

"N-No," your voice is barely a shaky whisper. More clearly, "No, Jungkook. I can't just—we just started talking again. You're my only friend, I won't ruin us just for—"

"I won't let anything happen to us, I promise y/n."

"B-but—"

"You don't have to worry about it, okay? Plus, isn't this situation more ideal? You'd get paid more and you wouldn't have to rely on—"

"I love him!"

Its Jungkook's turn to be silent. "What..?"

"I love him Kook," you croak, heat overwhelming your cheeks.

"Y/n..."

"I know it's wrong, I know he seems like an asshole but he's not. I know him, Kook, and i’m mature enough to know myself too. I made my decision back then, and I keep making it today because...I love him." You can’t help but feel your anguish trickle down your eyes, and you cry into your hands. That’s it then. It’s done. You’ve finally admitted it, yet despite the burden of the untold truth lifting—you felt heavier, worse. By now, Jungkook would’ve pulled you into a warm embrace. He’d hush you with soothing murmurs and delicate kisses on your forehead. He’d trail his fingers through your hair, tell you that he knew, that he gets it, that it was okay. But he doesn’t. He couldn’t. You were crying for another man, and all he could feel was ache.

Your phone rings once more, and from the night stand, you see Taehyung’s figure on the dimmed screen. You reluctantly look at Jungkook, but when he doesn’t say anything, his expression unreadable, you take it. "H-hello?"

"Hey, doll," Taehyung's voice is low. "I’m sorry I keep calling, I feel really shit for waking you up at this time. I know the Jeju trip is in a few hours, but I just needed to talk to you."

"No, no, its fine. I was already awake anyways, um...what is it?" You turned away from Jungkook, nervously biting on your lip. Despite everything that had unfolded between the two of you, it was strange. Taehyung never called you at this time after all—and him saying you guys needed to talk only heightened your nerves.

"It's better to talk in person. Where are you? I can pick you up." You shake your head, despite not him being able to see you. "N-No, i’ll come over...is that okay?"

"Yeah, of course, I'll see you soon." With that, the call ends. You can feel Jungkook’s eyes on your back—its overwhelming, and you’re scared to face the definite disgust and judgement in his them, so you don’t look at him when lift your bag across your shoulder. "I’m sorry, I...I need to go.”

ACT IV | LOVE IS NOT OVER

Jungkook hasn't seen you since last night. You never showed up at the meeting spot, never answered his calls or texts—never even once read the 68 of them.

He was certain you came, though—he checked in with Mrs. Yoon before boarding, but you were always good at hiding, and Jungkook was always an impatient seeker. The whole process of arriving, checking into the hotel, and splitting into groups was a whole blur that ended in him never finding you. After spending hours exploring the designated routes through antique shops, cute cafes, pretty sceneries, and meadows with his friends, he started to fear that you didn't come after all—that Mrs. Yoon had made a mistake.

Surely, he would've bumped into you at least once through the whole trip. And where the fuck was Mr. Kim? Jeju was supposed to be the pinnacle of his highschool experience. He’d be elated with the giddiness of being out with his friends, kissed with the gift of delicious freedom. But it was 7:46 PM now, and even when he overlooked the vast beach dipped with sunset's entrancing glow, he felt anything but. Not when Seokjin cracked his lame dad jokes, nor when Eunha got him to bike through scenic trails.

Jungkook sighed as the strawberry milk clattered to the bottom of the vending machine. He spotted it tucked away from the corner of the museum his group wandered into. He excused himself, relieved that their chaperone actually trusted him to be by himself. He needed the space.

He poked the straw through the carton, leaning against the cold metal as his eyes gazed over the glistening waves. He hated you. Always leaving him like this, always making him restless and unsure.

It was when he looked for the moon in the dusk sky that he noticed a familiar silhouette amidst the shore. It wavered with the wind, and Jungkook instantly felt his scorn. The man's jeweled hand was holding a cigarette between two fingers, overlooking the ocean with distant eyes.

Fuck the sand, fuck his expensive shoes, fuck everything. Jungkook doesn't know when he starts running, but he doesn't stop.

It all happened so past—the sun would have missed it if not for the perfect view she had just over the excited ripples of the ocean. When Taehyung noticed his presence, it was already too late. Jungkook had grabbed his collar, and without a second of hesitance, punched him across his face. Taehyung fell into the sand with a grunt, cursing loudly. “What the fuck?!” He turned to his perpetrator, his glare quickly diminishing into pure shock to see his own student right in front of him, eyes poisoned with resentment and hatred.

Taehyung's emotions came whirling at him all at once. The confusion, then the anger, the urge to scream at him and punch him until he was left bleeding on the shore—then the mediating side of him, understanding that he'd done more than enough to get his ass fired, why the fuck would he...?—then the realization. He sighs roughly, shaking his head as he stands. He isn't up for long though, as Jungkook takes another swing. Taehyung’s cheeks scream with stinging pain, but Jungkook’s on top of him, and he doesn’t stop.

"You fucking bitch!" Jungkook seethed, barely feeling his fist continuously bury into Taehyung’s face. He knew. He knew how much you loved him, he knew Taehyung helped you. He knew you'd get angry, maybe even hate him for the rest of his life for this—But maybe that's why he couldn't control himself. He didn't care if you thought Taehyung was some angel. To him, Taehyung was just a disgusting predator who took advantage of your situation, and deep down, maybe it was more for a selfish reason. Taehyung was a man who touched you, who had you—who wasn’t him. "You disgusting fuck. Don't ever fucking touch y/n again, you hear me?!" Another hit, but Jungkook is too blinded with anger to realize the scary amount of blood drooling down his nose and lips, from the cuts of his cheeks. "I know," Taehyung rasps.

"If you know then why did you do it?! You’re a fucking creep, you’re disgusting.”

"I know," another hit, and blood stains his shirt. Taehyung curses and grabs Jungkook's fist before he can throw another punch, pushing him into the sand. "You dick, I swear to god, I swear to fucking god I'll fucking kill you." Jungkook thrashes under Taehyung, but the teacher buries both his wrists into the ground, his weight holding the younger boy down.

“Sh-Shit, Look, I know how you must feel about me, and I know I deserve this, but I would much rather avoid being seen like this so I'm going to say this quick and you're going to listen."

"Fuck you," Jungkook growls, glaring at the man on top of him. His eyes were unreadable, almost enigmatic, and Jungkook hated every unwavering speckle of deep brown in it.

"I don't regret it," Taehyung disregards him. "I liked her—y/n—and no matter what you think of me, that stands true. You must like her too, she told me about you some nights. I have to admit, hearing about another boy when she's laying in my own bed wasn't very pleasant for me, but you made her happy. You mean a lot to her," Jungkook shut his eyes tightly, cursing as he tried to get the image of Taehyung holding you in his arms out of his mind. "I know you don't think I care about her, but I do, so just fucking listen for a second okay? I know i'm no good for her, but you aren't either. You're too immature, we both know y/n deserves way more. See where you are now? Right under me when you could be there for her? Have you even seen her today? Have you asked her how she's been?"

"What... what the fuck are you saying."

Taehyung sighs, and stumbles back to stand, wincing as the harsh winds slap his bloodied face. He nimbly looks for his cigarette, and before he lights it, Jungkook grabs his lighter. "I said what the fuck do you mean?!"

"I ended it with her," Taehyung glares at him, his voice firm, cold as he snatches the lighter back. Jungkook feels his heart drop. “You...what?"

There's silence, and when the man turns to look at the sun drowning into the ocean’s abyss, he lights the cigarette, "the fireworks are starting soon." Jungkook's eyes widens. Before he knows it, he's already running.

You’ve always loved the fireworks.

His footsteps that were submerged into sand were now padding against the concrete of the sidewalk, his heart pounding in his ears. A few cars must have honked at him here and there as he ran through the streets, unknowing of his surrounding because all he can think of his getting to his destination—you. He frantically reaches for his phone, panting.

You

JK : where are you?

my love : my room

my love : 613, 7th floor

JK : on my way.

ACT V. | HOLD ME TIGHT

At least the fireworks were pretty.

Your eyelids drooped, puffed with drowsy red as you watched the sparkling scene on the balcony of the hotel. Evening's cold breeze teased your bare legs, dancing with the delicate ends of your black, satin nightgown. You were hugging yourself yourself, leaning against the cold railings as sparks of vivid red shatter into memories tainted with heartbreak. The red silk sheets that you grasped tightly beneath you. The red lingerie that Taehyung slid off your skin. The red wine he poured into the pan when you told him you were hungry. You liked watching him the most, you thought as he stood in front of the stove, his eyes trained on the steak. You liked watching him unbutton his top, talk about his day, how he let out loud laughter whenever a funny story would come up. You loved when he unveiled himself for you, when he'd strip off his enigmatic persona bare and let you peer into his soul.

But that's all you ever did, you guessed, all you ever could do. You watched him when he smiled down at you, his cold fingertips brushing your waist, and you watched him as he left.

It must've been 4 minutes into the firework show when you heard the doorbell ring. Sighing, you leave the balcony as yellow ignites the night sky. You open the door to Jungkook, his chest heaving up and down, his hair tousled by wind, beads of sweat sticking to his neck.

When he doesn't say anything, and neither do you, you step aside to let him in. You wonder if he was still angry about last night, how he'd react when you tell him—but with the way he looked down at you, tender eyes dawned with sadness, you already understand you don’t have to. "I know," Jungkook steps closer, pulling you into a hug. His warmth embraces you as darkness does when the door clicks shut. "What happened, I know."

You sighed, closing your eyes. The fireworks sounded so distant compared to his heartbeat. Jungkook must've ran for you, you thought as your buried your face into his chest. Of course he would, he always has. Maybe that certainty is what intoxicates you to murmur, "I'll accept it."

"What?"

"What you proposed last night, I'll accept it," you say calmly, quietly. You looked up at him with wavering eyes, "please...I need you right now."

Jungkook's heart practically lurched out of his chest. He knew he should take a step back, tell you that you'd end up regretting it and to take it back before it was too late. He knew, but the devil on his shoulder was much more insistent than his angel, and maybe... maybe his angel wanted it too—so fuck it all.

Jungkook took your lips in a magnetic dance, drawing you closer into him with one hand on your lower back and the other behind your head.

God, you were so lovely. How your head lolled for him, soft, plush lips jarred open. Jungkook has always been good at controlling himself when it came to you, but when he heard the slightest whimper escape your trembling lips, he felt he couldn't hold himself back any longer.

He didn't seek for permission to suck your lower lip, didn’t even seek permission to slide his tongue inside your lovely little mouth when you gasped. He held your chin, deepening the kiss. More, more, more—he wanted more of you. He wanted to explore your body, wanted to make your breath tremble, wanted to find out what you liked and disliked under bedsheets. Jungkook wanted to know you better than anyone else had. He wanted you, needed you.

“Kook,” You whimper into him as he pushes you against the wall, holding your thigh up. He grinds his bulge against your clothed cunt, sending wild tremors along your nerves. “F-feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He takes your other thigh, and you yelp as he lifts you up. Your surprise quickly washes out with haze when he buries his thick tent further into you. You let out a moan, wrapping your legs around his torso. “I can make you feel even better.”

The explosions of the fireworks are blurred with the palpitations of your heart as Jungkook lays you on the bed, his lips immediately finding home in yours. "Love how you sound for me, love," Jungkook’s wet, needy kisses trail down your neck...to your collarbones...to your breast. “So pretty like this, always so pretty,” his fingers ghost your sensitive nipples, perked from evening's cold. He doesn't waste any time to take one nipple into his mouth, his fingers playing with the other.

His cold hand trails down your stomach, finally pressing it down your soaked underwear. He smirks, feeling the soaked outline of your pussy lips. “Already so wet for me baby? How cute."

His plush lips leave your nipple with a pop, instead latching onto the crook of your neck. Your eyes go wide when you realize what he's about to do. “Wait, d-don’t! Not th—ah.” He doesn't allow you to finish your sentence, swiftly sliding your underwear out of the way before pressing a hard thumb over your clit. “Don't deny me, y/n,” His voice is low over your whiny moans. He sucks on the supple of your skin as he slides one, slender finger into you, smoothly drawing it in and out while he rolls your little bud with his other. “Please, need to show everyone that you’re mine,” he murmurs, licking his work, perfectly tinged with a pretty pink . “Besides...” he trails, taking note of your arousal dripping down his wrists. “You love this, don’t you?”

“N-No..! I...ah, K-Kook, Kookie..!” Your voice fails you, moans escaping from your trembling lips. “Jungkook s-stop..!” Jungkook frowns against your skin, and he lifts his head up to meet your gaze. “Why not?” His eyes are dark. You try to fight the muddle of your mind as his slow, tentative fingers continue to work on your cunt. “B-Because...because student c-council. It's inappropriate, and your friends will ask, a-and... mm!—“

“Taehyung?” Jungkook says bitterly, but you’re too indulged with the knot in your stomach. You moan loudly, your hands finding anchor wrapped around his biceps. “I'm sure you don’t want Taehyung to see, do you?” Jungkook's pace is furious now, and you barely make out his words through the thick fog of your mind. You feel so close. “Don’t want him to know that you're with me, hm? That i’m finger fucking you into my dumb whore."

His indecent words paint a wild blush on your cheeks. You never knew Jungkook could be like this, could be so mean.

"You know what I think..."

Jungkook lowers himself down between your sweaty thighs, quivering with painful pleasure. "''Think my dumb babygirl wants me to clean her messy little pussy up. Would you like that, love?"

"Y-Yeah," you moan, desperately bucking your hips up, "p-please eat me out, Kook."

"Needy girl," Jungkook lets out a sigh, his pants tightening around his painful hard on. You were so pretty like this, Jungkook swore he could cum just by watching you.

You almost cry when he pulls his fingers away, instead squeezing around your squishy hips. You do cry, though, when he gives your pussy a tantalizing lick, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "Knew my baby girl would taste so sweet," he groans. His tongue circles around your throbbing bud, sucking on it.

"Fuck! K-Kook, I-I can't," you wail, tears falling down your cheeks. Jungkook only flutters his eyes open, watching you with heated eyes as his tongue works on your wet cunt.

"Please, g-gonna cum, please!" Your back arches. Jungkook's hands the only thing anchoring you down.

"Then cum, baby, cum for me." Jungkok's voice is tender, coaxing like warm honey. With his encouragement, your dripping cunt spasms, unfurling your cream all over him. "That's my girl," His attentive tongue takes your sweet release, the embarrassing sound of slurping clouding your brain.

"You were so good for me, baby," He cooes, planting one final kiss on your quivering bud. Your cheeks tinge with a shy pink.

He lifts himself up, carefully laying over you so his forehead is pressed against yours. His eyes search yours under the veil of the moonlight. The fireworks must've stopped along the way, your heavy breaths filling the quiet room. "Tired, love?" Jungkook whispers, and you nod timidly, reaching your arms out to hug him.

Your skin is sticky with sweat like melting ice cream on hot summer days, but Jungkook adores his body pressed against yours. His fingers squeeze your smooth waist, placing gentle kisses on your neck, up your jaw, capturing your lips once more in a slow dance. A thin string line of saliva connects the two of you when he pulls back, and he breaks it off with a gentle graze across your wet lips.

"Think you can continue for me, baby?" Jungkook asks soothingly. "It's okay if you can't, of course. Must've been such a long day for you."

You shake your head, your hand lightly tracing the outline of the small scar on his cheek. You still remember the day he fell off his bicycle, somehow managing to tumble down the hill all the way to the train tracks. It must've been the first time you ever saw him cry.

"I want to."

"Are you sure?" His eyebrows perk up. "Because we really don't have to. I don't ever want you to feel like you have to please me. I know you took my offer, but if you aren't ready or comfortable, nothing has to happen. Believe it or not, pleasuring you already makes me feel euphoric." His words have you melt, gentle as a sweet night's lullaby.

"But I want us to feel good together," you say softly. "Please take me, Kookie. I want you." Jungkook's eyes widen, faint pink blooming on his cheeks, and you watch the stars in his eyes grow brighter with your shy gaze. He lets out a small chuckle, "god, you really don't know what you do to me, y/n."

He places a gentle peck on your lips one last time before rising to his knees, discarding his clothes. You're quick to slip off your nightdress and underwear, and you patiently admire Jungkook's toned physique as he worked to unbuckle his belt. Even the moon was enamored with him, tracing its luminous glow from his broad shoulders to his biceps, wrapping around his slim waist.

Your breath hitches when his dick springs out right in front of you, thick and swollen, oozing pre cum. Jungkook watches you with heated eyes, his hand grazing his dick. "Wow," you breathe, sitting up and replacing his hand with yours. Jungkook's hisses when you stroke his cock, doe eyed to his length that throbbed with neglect. "You're so pretty, Kookie. You're pretty everywhere..."

"I should be the one who's telling you that, darling," he lets out a shaky breath through his smile, his hand finding your cheek. "Now, i’d love for that lovely little mouth of yours to suck my cock, but I feel like i'm gonna explode any minute now, and i'd like to do so inside of you," he chuckles when a furious blush takes your cheeks. You let him push you down, positioning himself in between your legs. He takes his pulsating cock in his hands, sliding his glistening head over your cunt. "Would you like that baby? Want me to cum in this cute little pussy? Wanna take Kook's cum like a good girl?" You feel yourself shy from his words, whimpering, "y-yes please, Kookie."

"Tell me how much you want it, baby."

"S-So bad. Kookie p-please, want you to fill me up."

"Yeah?" Jungkook chuckled, a cocky smirk on his lips that made you tremble. "Think your tiny pussy can even take my cock?"

"Y-Yes, m'pussy wants your cock, p-please Kook!"

"Dirty girl, love it when you beg for me," he pushes the blunt head of his cock into your swelling entrance, already having you see stars by the time he fills you up whole. "You okay?" Jungkook breathes out, his forehead falling against yours. You nodded timidly, "j-just need a little time to adjust."

"Okay, baby, tell me when you're ready." He pecks your nose, letting out a shaky sigh as your walls clench around him. When you do, Jungkook takes your knees, pushing them on either side of you so your legs are spread out wide for him.

He pulls out his whole cock so he could see the flush tip of his cock before plunging back into you. You moan loudly to his even pace, bottoming you out with every thrust.

"F-fuck, been wishing for this forever. Just want to punish this pussy for making me wait for this long."

Harsh skin to skin contact and the squelch of your juices mixing together fills your fuzzy mind. You felt so full, you could practically feel him in your belly. "Shit, you're practically swallowing me. You like this, don't you?"

"Y-yeah, love your cock, Kookie," you moan, his pace growing faster and more unforgiving. "I'm never letting you go after this, fuck y/n. You're mine, you’re so fucking mine. Say it, say you're mine, p-please."

"Yours," you whimper, feeling the familiar tingling ecstasy overwhelm your stomach. "O-Only yours, Kookie."

"That's right, baby, open your mouth." You didn't know exactly why, but you didn't question him. He could tell you to do absolutely anything right now and you'd do it. Your wet lips jar open for him, and Jungkook spits in your mouth, sending a wave of tremor through your body. "Swallow."

You listen, obediently swallowing. "That's my girl."

"Kookie, kookie...m'gonna cum!"

"Again baby? You’re so easy, barely have to do anything and you're spilling." You moan to his words, thrusting in and out of you in a hypnotic pace. "Go on then, baby. Cum for me, make a mess over my balls."

Your whole body tenses, feeling the overwhelming wave wash over you. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you release around him the second time. "Good girl, baby, so good for me, fuck," Jungkook hisses to your tightening walls squeezing around him, driving himself into your belly until he pours all his cum deep inside of you.

You practically drooled, his load coming out in spurts of thick cream. When he pulls out, your pussy twitches, his cum oozing out. He falls onto your chest, and your heavy pants fill the room.

After awhile, Jungkook lazily pulls you to lay over him. "Okay, baby?"

"Mm," you murmur into his sweaty chest, trying to recollect your breath. You open your mouth to thank him, but a loud explosion takes your voice. In a second, waves of yellow wash the room, then blue, then purple. Your tiredness subdues into drowsy awe. You sit up and Jungkook does too, positioning you on his lap. "I think this is the second show. Timing is fitting don't you think?"

You giggle, and Jungkook sees daylight in your eyes. "Too fitting. I'm starting to think that this was all part of some big plan."

Jungkook rolls his eyes, laughing as he tucks a hair behind your ear. "Silly girl, of course it is." You look at him quizzically. "We're soulmates aren't we? The universe is just celebrating us."

You smile, sighing as you lean into his chest. "Whatever you say, my soulmate." Jungkook's eyes widen. He felt twelve again, dumbstruck euphoria overwhelming his love for you any time you called him yours. His shock settles into a soft smile, holding you in his arms while you watch the fireworks. It takes him awhile to realize your eyes are closed though.

"Sleepy, love? Thought you loved the fireworks."

"I do," you giggle, pushing him down onto the soft mattress. You snuggle into his chest. "Just listening to your heartbeat."

Jungkook blushes. He was going to urge you to clean up, but with you looking so cozy on top of him, he knew you'd much rather rest. He sighs lovingly, stroking your hair. He hasn't felt this happy in awhile. "About your payment, I’ll wire $800 just for tomorrow, but we’ll officially talk about the—"

“Shhhh!” You grumble, burying your head further into him. “Don’t wanna talk about money right now, just let me be with you.”

Jungkook blinks, and you look up to him with a pout. Purple lights up the seoul's night sky, casting an soft glow on Jungkook’s face. He chuckles, thumb brushing your cheeks.

"Needy girl.”

a/n : wooooo this took the longest time to write. its pretty bulky so whoevers got to this point i love you sosososo and i hope you enjoyed my work ! feedback is welcome and super appreciated, reading comments really do make my day <3 i was thinking of making a sequel/continuation for this but im not so sure ,, we'll see. anyways, i hope you have a lovely day my loves ! stay hydrated and healthy, i hope you eat good food today. make sure to take care of yourself too !

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byunbaekby · 4 years ago

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title: haven’t been caught pairing: badboy!haechan x goodgirl!reader word count: 1.7k genres: fluff, established relationship au, high school au, secret relationship warnings: mentions of weed, suggestiveness, one cuss word, not proofread additional: based on the song “good girls” by 5 seconds of summer. also, big thanks to @florence-cvrt for all their help <3

She's good at school, she's never truant She can speak French, I think she's fluent.

“Lee Donghyuck, if you don’t get your hand off my thigh right this instant, I will tell Mr. Qian to fail you.”

You bring a light slap down on his hand, which is threatening to slide up your skirt. Your boyfriend’s hand immediately leaves your leg, innocently tucking it back into his lap. When you turn to him, his pretty lips are spread into a fake virtuous smile and his long hair barely covers his entertained sparkling eyes. Still, he complains, “Wait until I tell the student body that their vice president is actually violent and manipulative.”

He tsk’s as you show no reaction, instead flipping through the pages of the French textbook. “What would you tell them?”

Donghyuck leans back in his desk chair where the two of you reside in an empty classroom, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket before running a hand through his hair. “That even though you walk around school smiling at everyone and kissing teachers’ asses, you love hitting your boyfriend and threatening him.”

“You, my boyfriend?” You laugh at him, eyes never leaving the book. “They’d never believe you.”

You’re right, because the school has no idea that you, the It Girl and vice president of the student body council, are dating Lee Donghyuck, the guy who smokes weed behind the school and always skips class for no important reason other than to entertain himself. How you even started dating is another story, but now your relationship is on the infinite downlow.

“You’re right,�� he relents, but he’s obviously not given up yet as he leans closer to you. You try not to get swayed by the sudden infiltration of his scent, and continue scanning the pages of the French book. “They won’t. But it wouldn’t be a surprise. I mean, we’d be the hottest couple ever. So, maybe I should put a nice big hickey, right there on your pretty neck. Maybe then they’ll believe you’re not as innocent as you pretend to be,” teases your boyfriend, his voice dipping lower into dangerous territory.

You roll your eyes. “Sure,” you respond sarcastically.

“If you say so.”

Before you know it, your boyfriend has leaned in to kiss you, lips inches away from yours. When you realize what he’s up to you put a hand up, so his lips meet your palm instead of their intended destination. “No.”

A whine leaves him, a stark juxtaposition from his dark appearance. “Why not?”

“Because it’s not appropriate.”

“Not appropriate?” he questions, crossing his leather covered arms across his chest. “You’re my girlfriend.”

A shake of your head tells him no, along with a teasing smirk upon your lips. “Not right now. Right now, I’m your French tutor. Now pay attention,” you tell him, gaze skimming the textbook page.

“Fine,” he scoffs, leaning back in his chair.

“Je suis allé au café et j'ai pris une tasse de café. Translate that for me.”

“That means,” he starts, rolling his neck back to stretch it out, looking less than interested in the lesson. “My boyfriend is so sexy and I wish he would kiss me right now.”

Your eyes narrow, and you shake your head. He speaks up again. “I was kidding, actually it means, Donghyuck, I love when you wear your leather jacket, it makes you look so sexy.”

You lean forward, capturing your head in your hands in frustration. He just laughs. “Tu es une telle honte, pourquoi je sors avec toi,” you sigh out, exasperated.

“Oh,” he hums, leaning forward to hold your hands instead. “Maybe that one means, My girlfriend is so beautiful and smart?” You look up at him, raising an eyebrow at his sudden attempt to appeal to you. “Because you are.”

You roll your eyes, a smile spreading over your lips. “Actually I was calling you a disgrace and wondering why I’m even dating you.”

“Not surprised,” he chuckles softly, but immediately closes the French textbook on the desk before the two of you. “Come on, you know I’m not good at this school thing. Mr. Qian already knew that when he asked you to tutor me. How about,” he tilts his head at you, about to put up an offer. “We ditch this tutoring session and go get some ice cream? On me.”

A purse of your lips tells him you’re considering it, and he adds, “If anything, I’m just studying more by being with a beautiful lady who speaks fluent French.”

You chuckle, leaning forward with pursed lips. “Je t'aime.”

“That one I know,” he smiles as he presses a sweet kiss to your lips. “Love you too. Now let’s go,” he says, standing and pulling you along by the hand.

'Cause every night she studies hard in her room At least that's what her parents assume But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend.

Carefully you climb down the side of the house, trying your best not to make any noise against the wall but also trying not to fall to your death. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as both your feet touch the solid ground.

“Going somewhere?”

Immediately you jump, eyes widened as you turn to meet the owner of the voice. “Donghyuck!” You hiss, voice still low. “I thought you were my dad!”

“Well, you can call me daddy too,” your boyfriend says as he approaches you to press a kiss on your cheek. The tip of his light chin stubble brushes on your skin as he does so.

“Don’t even joke about that,” you roll your eyes, allowing him to slide an arm over your shoulder and walk you down the street to where he parked his car out of view from your house. “So, where are we going?” “A friend’s party. His name is Mark.”

A cautious eyebrow is raised by you. “Will anyone from school be there?”

He shakes his head in response, knowing you can’t be spotted together especially with you under his arm at a college party of course. You’ve got to protect your precious reputation. “Nah, he’s in college. There’s no way he’d let high schoolers in.”

“We’re high schoolers, silly.”

“Well, yeah,” he shrugs before turning and grinning sinfully at you. “But we’re cool.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” you tease as he releases you and unlocks his car.

She may be clever but she just acts too square 'Cause in the back of the room where nobody looks She'll be with her boyfriend, she's not reading books.

As you slide up onto your tiptoes, the feeling of your boyfriend pressing against you is much too present and you scoff. “Can you stop being a horndog and get this book for me?”

“Darling,” he chastises, reaching up to grab it easily above you. “That’s what I was doing.”

As he hands the book to you, you roll your eyes. “Sure, like you weren’t trying to rub up on me.”

“Not at all,” responds Donghyuck, dark eyes glinting with mischief. You leave him behind as you turn into the next aisle, searching carefully for the next book you were looking for. As you get deeper into the library shelves, the light gets further away and the tall shelves begin to cast a shadow upon your hidden figures. “Why do you even wear your uniform, anyways? You know it’s not required by the school.”

“Yeah,” you respond matter-of-factly. “But as the vice president I should adhere to the suggestions set by the administration. Clearly you don’t care,” you say, glancing over his usual outfit of ripped jeans (which definitely didn’t fit normal dress code anyways) and his trademark leather jacket over a white Adidas shirt.

“Okay, but your president Huang Renjun is a lame virgin with a stick up his ass and even he doesn’t wear his uniform everyday,” retorts your boyfriend.

“More reason why I should have been president instead,” you respond, scanning over the back of a book sounding not at all petty.

“That’s because at the time, you were more focused on becoming my girlfriend than campaigning, you minx,” Donghyuck teases as you slide the book back into its place, unsatisfied with its synopsis. When you don’t respond, instead turning into yet another aisle, he follows you, fingers tugging slightly at your skirt. “That’s okay, I like the skirt anyways,” he says, his famous smirk over his lips as your mouth gapes and a flustered warmth slides up to your cheeks. “S’cute.”

She said to me, forget what you thought 'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

“Oh my god, Y/N,” Donghyuck already starts as he approaches you in the front of the school, already losing his bad boy personality in the fear that you’d be upset at him. “I’m so sorry.”

The two of you had been caught making out in the bleachers by a few members of the football team after school yesterday. Okay, perhaps it wasn’t the most discreet of places but you swore they’d announced over the intercom that football practice was cancelled for the day! Unluckily, it seemed a few players still wanted to get some practice in.

Surely, rumors flew in less than twenty-four hours. Y/N, with Donghyuck? No way. Impossible.

Yeah, that was what you thought too, until it happened. You fell for him, for all his rough edges and playful teasing. He doesn’t deserve to be hidden.

The smile you give him must throw him off, because he blinks. He’s probably forgotten his pre-made apology; he knows how important your reputation is to him. In his silence, you speak up.

“I don’t want to hide anymore. Let’s,” you propose as you interlace your hands, surely feeling eyes on you already. “Show them what a hot couple looks like.”

He blinks, eyes flying to your hands and it’s probably the first time you’ve seen the snarky Donghyuck speechless. He recovers smoothly, smirking and nodding. “Okay. Let’s blow them away.”

“But if you fail your French test in third period, I will break up with you.”

A boisterous laugh leaves his lips as he kicks open the doors to the school hallway. “Noted.”

Before the two of you enter the hallway to expose your unlikely clandestine romance to everyone, you lean up and whisper in his ear. “Je t'aime.”

“I know what that means,” he smirks as he presses a proud kiss onto your temple, and takes a step inside.

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lxngbottom · 3 years ago

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Bookshelves | N.L. (Chapter Eight)

in which the reader helps out in the library, and she catches the eye of neville.

warnings: slight angst, swearing, mentions of weed, (lmk if i missed any!)

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“ron… would you please not chew that loud? i’m really trying to focus, here.”

the ginger looked up from his breakfast plate, shooting y/n a destained glance,

“how is my chewing stopping you from studying?” he asked with a sausage buried in his mouth, “and… why are you even studying at breakfast anyway? only hermione does that… it’s weird if you ask me.” he added as he looked back down at his plate,

y/n rolled her eyes at the boy, and looked back down at her book as she took a small bite of toast.

“y/n… stop. you’ll do fine, you always do!” ginny insisted, as she had watched her best friend studying for herbology non-stop for the past week. “and so what if you flunk just one test? it’s not going to kill you, i promise!”

“yeah… you should really stop, y/l/n. i mean… every time i’ve seen you, you’ve had your nose in a book… more than you usually do.” dean chimed in, obviously trying to sway his new girlfriend and her best friend into approval. y/n simply scoffed at their words, though, and she began to respond without even looking their way,

“sorry that i’m not too keen on failing. maybe you guys are okay with being average… but i’m just not.” after her words, the teens just glared at her, some of them obviously offended. y/n huffed and began to collect her things, doing her best to ignoring the burning stare that neville was giving her from little ways down the table,

“i’m going to the library to finishing studying before class. ginny, i’ll see you later…”

y/n tried her best to hold it together, but from anyone who was paying attention to her, she was clearly not okay. ever since professor sprout had passed back the test papers just right after grading them in the same amount of time it took to actually take the test, y/n had come to find out that she had completely failed it.

when the class was released, y/n walked out of the greenhouse, her eyes still glued to the paper that had possibly the worst grade that she had ever received on it. tears brimmed her eyes as she continued to walk, not even sure where she was going, just disappointment and resentment against herself filling her body.

y/n would’ve never called herself a perfectionist, but she definitely was studious. ever since she had began her years at hogwarts that school was above everything else. she would stay up for hours doing homework, studying, or even just getting prepared for whatever what was going to happen next in that same class. she had tried so hard to be top of the class, so it was a great disappointment when she was in her fifth year, and was hardly even close to that. every bad, or even average grade just felt as if it was suffocating her, taunting her for not trying hard enough.

the girl drove herself mad when it came to school, and ginny had begged and pleaded with her over the years just to take it a little bit more easy. she was terrified of her best friend straining herself mentally, which, she had already done quite a few times in the past. sometimes, ginny would catch y/n crying over her homework, mumbling about how dumb she was. but, of course y/n wasn’t dumb. she was the smartest, and the most dedicated person that ginny weasley had ever met. ginny hated how y/n would beat herself up, and how nothing was ever enough for herself.

y/n hid out in the library at one of the back tables, crying into her arms as she was curled up into the seat. all she could focus on was that bloody paper, and the grade that represented failure. it was driving her to insanity almost, and she had to restrain herself from screaming in the library.

and no, there was never any, “i did my best. maybe next time!”

no. it simply wasn’t like that for her. if she failed the first time, there was no going back and “fixing it”. in y/n’s mind, everything should be done right the first time, but especially school work.

had she not been paying enough attention during lessons? had she not studied enough? or was she really just that dumb?

“y/l/n?”

y/n was snapped out of her thoughts by a voice that was all too familiar, and she looked up to see… him.

she instantly hid her face, knowing too well that he would probably scrutinize her for crying in the middle of the library. that’s just how he was.

“please go away.” she pleaded, her voice cracking.

neville stared at the girl, a feeling of concern arising inside of him. what could’ve possibly happened now?

“what the hell is wrong with you, y/l/n? i heard you crying from a few shelves over!” he responded, but as he waited for her answer, he unfortunately didn’t get one. all he got was her small, pitiful sniffles that made him furrow his eyebrows even more than they already had been furrowed. “bloody hell…” he mumbled to himself as he pulled the chair in front of her out, and plopping down.

she refrained from looking up, not wanting to show him how absolutely pathetic she was.

neville sat in silence for a couple of minutes, waiting patently for the girl to speak. but again, she only continued to cry quietly, curled up to herself. he sighed and reached out for the paper that sat in front of her,

“don’t!” she suddenly spoke, finally looking up and snatching it back. he arched an eyebrow in her direction,

“what—“

“please! like i said, please just leave me alone!”

y/n clutched the paper in her hands, worried that neville might try to grab it once more. but instead, he just sat back in his seat, staring at her with a curious look on his face.

“go, neville. please.” she begged once more, her eyes still glossy, tears still continuing to run down her cheeks.

neville simply crossed his arms, visibly starting to become more comfortable in his chair. he stared directly at her, not even giving the passing people a second glance.

“i’m not leaving until you tell me why you’re crying, y/l/n.”

she clenched her jaw, “why do you care? it’s not your problem, plus, you’ll probably just make fun of me for it. and, i really can’t handle that right now…” she admitted, turning the paper over and setting it back down on the table, but kept her hand on top of it for safe measure.

neville shrugged, “you’re right. it’s not my problem, but, you’re sobbing in the middle of a library. kind of… pathetic… don’t you think, y/l/n?”

instantly the girl grabbed her bag and stood up to walk away, not knowing what she would do if she stayed around the boy for any longer.

but, before she could step too far, he grabbed her arm, making her freeze right in her place. he looked up at her,

“don’t.”

y/n clenched her jaw even tighter, the mere sight of his face just making her even more angrier by the second.

“fuck. you.” she spat back at him, making him stand up, and come closer to her. she had to physically move her head back, beings their chests were now touching.

“give me the damn paper, y/l/n. either way i’ll find out what happened… but i think you know that already.”

sometimes, y/n believed, if you stared long enough into neville’s eyes, that same boy she had met in her first year was still there. that caring, generous, clumsy boy that had helped her with herbology back in her third year, trapped behind those green orbs of his, trying ever so desperately to claw himself out. so, maybe that’s why she had mindlessly ended up passing him the test, and watched as he skimmed it.

he sighed as he passed it back to her. he scratched his eyebrows, and licked his lips,

“okay, i’m going to ask something, but whatever you do, y/l/n… you cannot get mad.”

y/n narrowed her teary eyes at him, and her lips pursed, “can’t make any promises, longbottom.”

neville hated when she said his name like that. it was seemingly filled with so much… distain, hatred, anger… why did she despise him so much?

“were you seriously crying over a test?”

y/n scoffed, her head turning the other direction,

“seriously… what’s wrong with it? sure… you failed… miserably… but, who cares? this has to be like—the first test you’ve ever failed, right?

y/n chewed on her bottom lip, her jaw remaining clenched, and neville could tell the poor girl was about to snap at any moment.

“no, neville. it’s not the first test i’ve ever failed. but… that’s the point. i’ve been studying for over a week for this test, and i completely flunked it.” she seethed, “i’m so fucking stupid that i can’t even comprehend something as simple as fucking herbology! i mean… it’s fucking herbology for merlin’s sake!”

neville was admittedly in shock. he had never heard so many f-bombs being dropped in the same sentence from y/n. i mean, sure she swore… but never like this.

“well, herbology really isn’t as simple as you’re making it sound. it’s… complex, and sometimes really complicated. i mean, it’s more than just plants. it’s the way they work, their traits, defense mechanisms—“

suddenly, neville stopped. he looked over at y/n, noticing that she had started becoming oddly attentive to every word that was coming from his mouth, like she was desperately holding on to each one. he then realized that he was starting to go down that hill of herbology once again, the hill he had managed to knock down and walk away from after… the incident.

“or yeah… herbology is—yeah… it’s easy. don’t know how you failed the test…” he retreated in his previous words in a mumble, clearly trying to keep his mask up.

y/n stepped away from him, and set her bag calmly down onto the table. he watched as she did so, internally cursing himself for not knowing how to shut the fuck up.

“neville…” she walked up to him once more, “i’m going to ask you something, and whatever you do… you cannot go all…” she threw out her arms and deepened her voice, “oh! i’m neville longbottom and i hate women but i still like using them! i also hate school, but i love smoking weed!”

neville stared at her in complete awe for a moment at her attempt at “impersonating” him,

he let out a breathy chuckle, “i don’t sound like that, y/l/n.”

“you do, longbottom. sorry to be the one to have to say it, but—“

“okay! what do you want to ask?”

y/n took a deep breath, almost not even believing herself that the following words were about to leave her lips,

“okay, so… you’re like—well—you used to be really good at herbology. so—i was thinking… that maybe you would help me—“

“no! don’t even finish that question! it’s a no!”

“what? why?!”

neville scoffed and glanced around their surroundings for a moment before crossing his arms and propping himself on the edge of the table,

“because, y/l/n! i just don’t want to! that’s your answer!”

it was y/n’s turn to scoff this time,

“but, longbottom! i really need help! and… you’re smart—“

he slowly began to smirk as she went to say her next words, but she stopped when he noticed,

“don’t, longbottom.”

he chuckled once more, “oh, no please continue! i’m smart, andddd?”

she narrowed her eyes at him again before huffing and continuing,

“i was just going to say that you’re the smartest person i know when it comes to herbology. you helped me a few times back in my third year! what would be so bad about doing it now?!”

neville thought for a moment before responding,

“y/l/n, i don’t help people with that type of rubbish anymore. i have much better things to do than to help someone with bloody herbology! and besides, that was back then. i don’t even care for herbology that much, anymore. so, no. i’m not going to help you.”

y/n groaned and came to closer to him,

“please, longbottom! i just really need some extra help! we can just meet in the library a few times a week, and—“

“i said no, y/l/n. stop pestering me.”

y/n frowned, and she sighed quietly to herself in defeat as she walked away from him, and slumped back down into her original seat. she observed her test, and she pushed it away. neville noticed this and rolled his eyes,

“jesus, are you really going to pout now?”

she didn’t answer, just simply put her chin onto the table, and stared straight ahead, already planning out her next move on how she was going to study harder.

“why don’t you go and ask hermione? she’s way smarter than me, anyhow. she’ll probably help you,” he suggested, staring at her pouted lip. he sighed once more when she still didn’t respond,

the two sat in silence for a few minutes, y/n already beginning to make a mental schedule for finding a tutor, and how she would dedicate herself to studying for herbology for the next few weeks. that meant she would have a lot less free time, and that nights at the library would be filled with more studying than actually working.

neville clenched his jaw, his consciousness going back and forth. he looked down at the girl once more, and he cursed to himself as he rolled up his sleeves.

“fine, y/l/n. i’ll help you.”

almost instantly, y/n practically jumped from the chair and squealed, earning a hush from one of the nearby students. y/n mumbled a “sorry” before she looked in neville’s direction once more,

“really? you’ll really tutor me?!”

neville couldn’t help but to smile at the girl’s excitement, especially because it was over something so dumb, and something he would probably definitely regret later.

“yes… yes, i will tutor you, y/l/n.”

y/n clapped quietly and smiled, relief beginning to slowly take over her body,

“but it’s not going to be more than twice a week! and, we’re doing it in the library or the common room! no where else, alright?”

y/n nodded rapidly,

“thank you! you don’t understand—“

“yeah, yeah i don’t understand how grateful you are… yeah, whatever…” he interjected, already knowing what her next words would be. “also, i would prefer to study after hours on the days you help out in the library. i don’t want people thinking that i’m just a free tutor.”

y/n agreed once more, thanking him again,

“you won’t regret it, alright? i really do appreciate it, longbottom. thank you.”

neville rolled his eyes and leaned up from the table, and suddenly snatched the test,

“i’m taking this so i can go over and see what you need to work the most on. is that fine?”

“yeah, totally!”

he nodded and began to walk away, regret already filling his veins,

“thank you again, longbottom!”

“if you say that again i might just change my mind!”

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