#i am always so entranced by his plump pink lips n his cute little face n his smile dimples... baby boyyy...

[judasisgayriot]

uwu

[ac3id]

Redamancy. iii

Redamancy (n.) The act of loving in return.  

pairings: mirio togata x female reader

warnings: 18+, noncon, yandere themes, breeding kink n mirio is a scumbag. 

a/n: ahaha im reposting this cus  algorithm was effed the first time i posted. ehehehe or maybe im just unlucky-- n e way this will be the last of redamany!! 

word count: 1950 

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Mirio's gaze turned to you, sky blue eyes stared at how you sipped on your drink. Your glossy, pink stained lips puckered around the straw. Was that a new shade? You had never put something like that on before. Probably tasted like strawberries or cherries, "Mirio!" your voice drove him out his thoughts. You stood in front of him, your hands at your hip, "What are you thinking about?" Mirio felt his cheeks heat up.

'I was thinking about you sucking my dick, do you mind?'

"Nothing, we should get going. Lunch's bout' to get over soon." He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the school building, you almost trip over your feet, "Hey! Slow down!" You bump into his chest which was hard as rock making your head sting a little, "You're a klutz," he laughs. "It's your fault!" you retort, he pats your head and continues laughing. He takes a good look at you, drinking your uniform clad body. The short skirt displaying your plush thighs. His mind melts away in sinful thoughts, thinking about all what he can do to you. He once again realizes how much smaller you are compared to him. His entire hand can literally cover your face, he can easily pick you and throw you over his shoulder.

What is stopping him? Seriously?

His smile drops when he catches you staring at him. The guy he beat up months ago and threatened to stay out of your life. You were staring at him chatting away, giggling with some nameless girl. He studied your sully expression, your eyes looked sad, and lip turned into a sad pout; he could tell you were upset and that pissed him off. Why did you still think about him? Why did you still care about that jerk? Didn't you move on yet?

Mirio felt himself get riled up from the same rage he had felt the first time he had seen you with this man. The frustration, anger, and jealousy all came surging back to him as he realized that you obviously did not feel the same way about him as he did about you. Maybe he'll have to do more than just be nice to get you to understand he's the one for you, the one and only.

He would show you who you belong to. You will get what is coming.

"Hey, what's wrong? You coming?" His hand rested on your shoulder, he gripped on it a little tighter.

Mirio walked into an empty classroom which echoed soft sobs and sniffles. You sat on your seat, your head resting on the desk as you cried. Mirio's face paled and he rushed to you, wrapping his arms around you pulling your upper half to his chest he rubbed your head. "It's okay now, I am here," he whispered into your ear, shushing you. "What happened?" he asked after you had calmed down.

"Why are you still here?"

"I came to get you, now, what happened?" you gulped before answering, feeling the lump in your throat rise as your voice cracked. "Why?"

Mirio was confused, what were you on about? "Am I not good enough? Why did he leave me?" tears roll down your cheeks, lip trembling your breathing turns uneven. Mirio frowns, his hands clenching into an fist he pulls away from the hug.

You were thinking about him, obviously. He moves in front of you grabbing your jaw, his big fingers squish your tiny cheeks. Your eyes widened in horror as he pulls your face closer to him, his elbows resting on the desk separating the two. He looks down at you, his eyes bored into yours with malice, "Mirio you're-" "Shut the fuck up." he snapped.

"You want to know why he left you? Why did your precious little pretty boy leave you?" you were too scared to answer, you didn't get to anyways since he blurted the out the answer in burning rage "Because. I fucking told him to stay away from you. Got it?" Your eyebrows knit together and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, in a blink on eye he had become so different. He had snapped, you felt betrayed. The Mirio you knew would never be this rough with you, but maybe you were to blame. Deep down you knew. You were very much aware. Mirio liked you even after your breakup but you never asked, thinking it was better that way but not in a million years did you ever think that Mirio would snap and come for your soul.

"I fucking beat him up. You know why I did that?" he asked again. His voice was menacing, he was shouting at you and you were scared. "Answer me! You fucking ungrateful bitch!" You  flinched and started whimpering, a weak no left your trembling lips, "It's because you're mine." he spat, he waited for you to say something but you were still trying to process his words. It was a lot to take in, you couldn't believe that Mirio would ever do something like that. You wanted to think this was a joke but no, he was dead serious.

The ray of sunshine, the great hero to be, Mirio Togata was a scumbag, no. He was worse.

You started releasing the situation you were in, there was no doubt, he wouldn't hesitate to hurt you too. The flight or fight instinct kicked in and you tried to free your face from his grasp. After successfully freeing yourself from his chains you got up from the desk and made a run for the door. Mirio stared at you in disbelief, his eyes wide and lips curled upwards he internally laughed at your foolishness. Wasting no time, he quickly got behind you capturing your wrist and pulling you back to his chest. A large hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you securely pinned to his torso.

You were so stupid. Did you seriously think you could get away from him? He is twice your size.

"Where are you going?" he pulled both your hands behind your back and held them there with one hand, the other snaked down under your skirt, "Mirio don't do this. I won't tell anyone. Please let me go." you begged your voice shaky as big, fat teardrops rolled down your cheek. "What will you tell them? They won't believe you and besides," his fingers inched towards your core, you squirmed and wailed. His fingers rubbed against your clothed slit, pressing against your clit sending shameful jolts of pleasure throughout your body. "I will scream," you whispered before breaking into soft sobs. He was going to rape you in your own classroom and there was nothing you could do against it. With no quirk to protect yourself, you knew physically overpowering him was a dream. You just prayed that he would leave you.

"You're gonna' scream?" he scoffed, his tone was cocky- ridiculing you. "Go ahead, scream," his fingers rubbed harder against your clothed cunt as he waited for you to scream. The scream never came and Mirio started, "You're getting wet down here, you know. You like this?" pushing away your panties to the side, he let his finger graze over your sensitive folds a content sigh following right after. "You're really wet. I think I can just slide it in."

He dipped two of his fingers into your cunt while rubbing your clit with his thumb. "What do you want?" you cried as his huge fingers drilled into your small, tight pussy. "What do I want? I want you to know you're mine. Only mine." he growled in your ear. "But I guess you don't realize that. Do you? Don't worry after I knock you up you won't be able to leave me, maybe then you'll understand." your lips fell agape, and eyes widened threatening to pop right out of your sockets, "N-no pleasee don't do that. P-please-" Mirio pushed you towards the teacher's desk, bending you over it. Your face pressed against the cold wood yet you keep whimpering, begging him to let you free but he doesn't care. He's not listening.

He flips your skirt over leaving your ass a sight to his wretched eyes. He brings his hand down spanking it then pulling away to watch how your plump flesh jiggles, he chuckles. "I should beat this pretty little ass purple and blue," he talks to himself, completely disheartening your cries for help. He smacks your ass until he's satisfied- until your bottom blooms red and his palm stings. Mirio wastes no time in getting behind you, his hand still pinned both of yours behind your back. He slowly releases them, "Now. No funny business," he warns. He knows you wouldn't try anything, you couldn't; not in this state.

One of his hands grips your waist tightly while the other kneads your ass, "Ah shit, look at that." he whispers. "It's beautiful but it's not enough." He is quick to pull your panties down to your thighs and spread your legs open. You hold on to the edges of the desk as you feel his fingers run up your slit and dip into your hole.

"Cute, little cunt. All mine."

His length comes free from its confines and hits his stomach. It's long, hard, and big- so big. You had it impale you before multiple times but it had always been a stretch. His cock was just too big for your tiny pussy! His tip teased your entrance. Your hole drooling over it, he hissed. "I am going to knock you up. You won't be leaving me after that." He pushed inside slowly marveling at how your cunt sucked him up so eagerly, your mouth opened into a silent scream as he bottomed out. He didn't give you time to adjust to his size, he kept rutting his hips. He thrust his cock deep inside you hard and fast, swollen balls slapping against your clit making you moan. The sinful sound of sex: his hips hitting your rear, grunts and moans resonate through the room while you stayed there, under him feeling embarrassed, betrayed, and humiliated. Yet you could not ignore the pleasure he was giving you. His cock hit deep inside you, his tip kissing your cervix trying its best to sink past the rim, your cries of agony soon turned into frenzied moans.

You were close to cumming, he could tell by how tightly your precious cunt clenched around his hard length pulling him even deeper, squeezing him trying to milk him for all he's worth. "I feel that..gonna' fill you up," he says in between his grunts. Mirio tightened his grip on your hips as you started squirming beneath him, the coil in your stomach ready to burst and moment. "You're close, baby?" You whined refusing to give in, "Aww, it's fine. Just admit it: you're mine and I'll let you cum." His thrusts slowed down denying to give you satisfaction, you wailed at the loss yet you didn't agree with him. You were to give in, you told yourself but your body didn't agree. It needed Mirio and just like that it had taken over your mind, clouded your mind with nothing but lust and him. As the need for release increased, you screamed. "Ah- fuck. Yes! I am all yours- ah!" he steadied his rhythm and you exploded all over his cock. Creaming around him, your juices flowed down to your legs. Mirio length twitched inside of you, his thrusts became sloppy- he was close.

"Yeah damn fucking right. Good girl." he praised before spilling his seed inside your womb, filling you up to the brim. He pulled out and watched how his cum dripped from your abused pussy only to push it back inside with his finger. "You actually did it..." your voice was meek, head still down and body still bent over the desk. Too weak to get up, you started at the floor beneath you with glassy eyes. Mirio pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you tightly, making sure you don't run away. The hug was warm, in any other case it would have been warm and comforting but not anymore.

"This would not have happened, Y'know. It's your fault for being such a bitch."

Right, of course, you should have been smarter. You should have loved him back when you could have.

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[katsuflossy]

Best Worst Night Ever?

Pairing: Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku x Black reader

Genre: Fluff

TW: Sexual assault, obscenities, Drinking, throw up, cops, um pubic lice?

A/n: This is my thank you for 500+ followers!! I sadly have limited time to do any fics but I squeezed in a day to finish a lil WIP I had which is this!! I just watched Hercules and couldn’t help making this so please enjoy!!

BIG PSA: I am in no way romanticizing or poking at sexual assault. The story is inspired by Disney’s Hercules. 

Taglist: @sunset-novice-writer @goatsenpaiultimate

The Tokyo club district may be Midoriya’s most hated areas he has to patrol. Nothing attracted him here, in fact, the area repulsed him. The last time he stepped foot into the club was for Denki’s 21st. That night ended early for him due to an incident involving throwup that cost him his shirt, pants, and custom shoes. Ochaco still sends him apology gifts from that night. But even before the incident, the top pro-hero felt no pull towards club life. The music was so loud he couldn’t hear himself think. Someone always was pushing him in a shuffle to ruin their liver or to grind on strangers. Not to mention he is a pro-hero so there was a reason All Might never appeared in nightclubs – it’ll eventually turn into an unofficial meet-and-greet.  

So why was he assigned to watch over the district during one of the most popular summer nights? Simple, crowd control. Deku was one of the only pro-heroes who could sway a crowd to his will. His spirit could’ve reached anyone even if it was a simple crook or a drunk valley girl and his presence in the Shibuya would bring more foreigners to the club scene hoping to see the number one hero. 

A sigh escaped his lips as his fingers massaged his temples. Midnight announced its arrival through the train station nearby yet the soft pulsing from each club around collectively buzzed out the PSA automated message. His eyes strained to stay open as he passed the reds, blues, and greens of Shibuya’s active clubs. He stretched for the fifth time in the hour, the cracks of his back emitted little result to the weighty feeling on his body, like the humidity within the night. Tokyo was sure hot that night

Hot indeed it was. 

Izuku was on his twelfth attempt to suppress a yawn until his ears caught on to a female scream barely breaking through the night. He questioned whether the scream was fearful or...playful, remembering one specific night he interrupted a couple in an alleyway. However, the scream rang out again, pushing the pro-hero to the source and silently cursing himself for second-guessing. His ears led him three blocks up, beside the infamous Harlem. The red club light glared in Deku’s eyes as he tried to register the bodies in front of him.

Muted red scattered across your body front forward pressed against the bricks of the building. A tall, skinny man pressed his body against your own, restricting your thrashing from knocking him in the nose or somewhere much more sensitive. Your cheek pressed harshly against the rough texture you were forced upon as you glared at the perpetrator.

“Why don’t you just let me carry you home, babygirl?” The liquor and weed wafted from his mouth, singeing your nose hairs as you thrashed harder.

“Like fuck, you green bitch! Get the fuck up off me!” He sneered in response, ignoring your demand as his hand brushed your leg, trailing to the hem of your skirt.

“Stop! Let her go!” Your eyes snapped to the open end of the alleyway where the voice rang out. You wasted no time to take the distraction as you used your stiletto heel to stab his foot. He shrieked as he recoiled from your body. You took the time to turn around and kick him in his crotch, bringing the molester to the ground. 

“You fucking slut!” As he attempted to get up, Deku zapped in front of him, grabbing his elbow as he slammed him against the opposite wall. The man had his breath knocked out of him in an instant before passing out due to the impacting force. 

The alleyway stayed quiet for a few seconds, processing what just happened and how quickly the man crumpled against the wall. Your eyes furrowed and your fist clenched, walking up to the passed out body before commencing in a swift kick after kick adding stomps to his stomach. 

“That’s what yo filthy ass get!”

 “The next time I see you, I’m putting one ‘tween yo eyes cause you lucky I wasn’t packing tonight motherfucker!”

“If you had put your grimy hands on me further I would’ve bit your ear off like I’m fucking Mayweather in this bitch.”  

Midoriya, grabbed your upper arm, snatching you away from the bruising body on the ground, mortified by the profanities spilling out from your mouth.

“P-please stop, the police are on their way and they’ll deal with him.” His pleading stopped you momentarily. Believing that you were calm, he released the hand from your bicep only for you to get one more stomp in. He attempted to grab you again before you raised your arms and stepped away from the man, satisfied by the pain-filled groan he let out. 

Not saying a word to the pro-hero, you went to pick up your phone, which skidded from you as the molester wrestled you against the wall. The young hero also spotted your clear handbag at the corner of the alleyway, assisting you as you dialed your friends’ numbers on your phone. Your back faced him as he approached with your purse. You clutched your phone tight as you cursed into the phone, freezing Midoriya in his spot. 

“You fucking bitches! Not only did y’all not tell me y’all were leaving the fucking club, y’all not answering the phone and still posting ugly ass pictures on snap. I knew I should’ve never fuck wit y’all stank ass hoes in the first place. And Charlotte? Suck my fucking dick from the back! Hope that nigga you let hit tonight gives you crabs, dumbass bitch!” 

You slammed on the send button in the group chat, giving your ‘friends’ a piece of your mind, forgetting about the audience that was behind you. 

“U-umm…” You whipped around at the sound of the male behind you, still pissed off about your friends ignoring your call. 

“Yes?” Your attitude fell a little when you noticed how handsome the man in front of you was. Freckles peppered the tops of his cheeks, deepening the blush he sported in miscellaneous places on his face. Scars did nothing to deter your attraction, in fact, they made him more alluring, giving a rugged look to his chiseled features. 

“I believe this is yours?” He held out your clear mini handbag revealing the few yens you had and your Fenty Beauty lip gloss. 

“Thanks.” You took it graciously before reapplying some of the gloss that had come off due to your ‘encounter’ just as the pro-hero actually looked at your appearance. 

Your plump, glossy lips reflected the red club lights so sinfully. His eyes noted the beam of light shifted at the slight lift and drop of your lips. Your skin compared to the softest velvet and satin as the red light refracted on the shimmer of perfume you wore. May he mention that you smelled like euphoria? Or what he may interpret as that. His eyes traveled down your outfit, a pink skirt slit on the side peeking more of your thigh and leaving the rest to imagination. As for your top, the fluffy pink bikini top had his mind on haywire, noticing the sheen on the curves of your—

—He blinked, removing the haze from his mind. He had to say something to you, like his soul begged for a minute of your time. Denki’s voice popped in his mind, “Be cool guys, after a DID (Damsel In Distress), lay it on little by little. Ask her for her name, then if she’s safe, be a sexy gentleman.” Swallowing the thick ball in his throat, he went with the advice.

“Are you...a-alright Miss?” His hand went to his nape, rubbing the end of his undercut as a blush grew on his face. You smiled at his flustered attempt.

“(Y/n). My friends would call me (N/n) at least they would if I had anymore.” You couldn’t help your eyes to roam his physique, noting the rippling muscle under the black and green suit. 

 “So? Does a name come with my hero or should I start calling you Hercules?” A warm feeling traveled through his body, making its way to his face, burning his cheeks a brighter red. He bashfully chuckled. 

“I-I’m uhh...uhh uh...uhh” You raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at his brain malfunction, smirking to yourself at how cute this was. 

“Are you always this articulate?” His eyes widened realizing the babble was not coherent as he jumped to answer your question.

“Deku! My—” He coughed at the fine pitch in his voice, brain bringing up the “How to be Cool Manual” made by Denki as he readjusted his vocal placements.

“—My name is Deku.” A light chuckle escaped through the air as you smiled at his notably lower than normal voice. 

“Hmm, Deku? I think I prefer Hercules.” You joked before your teasing was interrupted by a loud groan coming from your forgotten assaulter.

“So? H-how did you get mixed up with the...uh?”

“Nigga who don’t know what the fuck rejection is?” You looked at the crumpled man again, having the thoughts to step on his globe head again. Deku’s eyes widen as if he read your mind, holding his arms out to stop you. You raised your arms, showing no harm before retelling the night’s events.

“Some bitches and I decided we were going to go to Harlem and I was the designated driver even though it wasn’t my car. Haven’t stepped into the club yet and they already drunk off of the entrance drinks. Lightweight bitches but they wanna chug down all the martinis in there. So one of them got a hookup and left without saying shit to anyone and the other was fucking faded—”

Deku flipped through his brain to remember what the definition of faded was.

“—my guy, like bitch was puking up in the stalls. So the third girl, almost as drunk as the other bitch, took the fucking car and ditched me. Didn’t tell me when I could’ve left this place cause in there was lowkey trash. All fucking mainstream pop, and few trap songs. But anyway, this pants-suffocating-my-balls ass nigga was preying on me the entire night and you know how men are. Saying 'no' means 'yes' and 'fuck off' means 'take me I’m yours'.” Your hands clasped together as you bat your lashes up into the sky. You quickly dropped your dreamy acting gig as quickly as you made it. Deku stood confused, chivalry and respect rolled off of his body as he did not know what the female interpretation implied.

“Don’t worry, ask rock-a-bye-baby here when he gets up.” Deku’s laughter halted as the sounds of sirens rang through the air. 

“Well, thanks for everything, Mr. Deku. It’s been a real slice.” You waved at him before turning to leave. Deku panicked, rushing to grab your forearm. You raised a brow at his actions.

“W-wait! U-um the police would like a victim report so he can g-get full repercussions for what he did to a l-lovely lady like you. Heat flooded your cheeks as you mulled over what he said, lovely lady?

“U-um sure, it’s still fuck 12 though cause they didn’t do shit.” You turned around again only for the pro-hero to turn you back around, completely facing you. 

“W-what?” You looked at him, wide-eyed at his boldness as he cupped your cheek. His finger swiped the side of your soft lips, almost dipping into the shimmery, inviting pool before retracting from your face. 

“Y-you had s-some lip gloss smudged on your face.” Deku’s eyes remained on your own as you tried not to melt on the spot. All you could do was simply nod as the police cruiser pulled up by the entrance.

“Well thank you, ma’am, he won’t trouble you any further.” You nodded as the officer went back into the car, the man in the back sleeping quite peacefully for someone who’ll wake up behind bars. Your fingers typed in the address for your apartment, which was a 20-minute walk from your current location. You sighed as your feet, sore from standing in heels all night long, trudged down the street. However, a certain green-haired hero refused to let you go. Thanking the officers in the car, he rushed to your distancing figure.

“(Y/n), wait for me!” Deku waved you down, not breaking a sweat as he reached your figure.

“Deku, I’m sure you have somewhere else to be, so thank you and–” 

“I’m a hero. My job is to make sure everyone is safe, including you. So please, let me walk you home.” His eyes were unyielding. He refused to take any other answer than a yes. You nodded your head, smiling at his chivalry before walking again.

“Alright Hercules, tell me why did you become a hero?”

And so the 20-minute walk seemed like only five as you and Midoriya talked about your childhoods, struggle, and funny memories. Your feet finally touched the doorsteps of your apartment after Deku carried you halfway through the journey. 

“Thank you so much for saving me, even though I had it in the bag.” Laughter broke from the pair into the twinkling sky of the night.

“I’m sure you did.” The lighthearted atmosphere trickled into the sewers of the streets as the pair realized that their time was coming to an end. Deku began to panic, he wanted to see you again, there was no doubt as Denki’s voice invaded his head once again, “Go for the kill bro! Go for the kill!” The young hero grabbed your arm before you turned to leave.

“Umm (Y/n), I know you had an awful night but I- I would like to see you again!” His forwardness stunned you, not expecting the man to be this bold. Your heart sped up and you attempted to keep your cool.

“Sure, you got your phone on you?” He pulled out his phone, handing it to you as his excitement built. A smile stretched across your face, unable to contain your happiness as you returned the phone to its owner.

“Alright Deku, Imma fuck wit ya.” You fist-bumped the hero before leaning into his face, making the daring move to press a kiss against his cheek. 

“Bye Deku.” You unlocked the door of your apartment, entering the vicinity before waving at the scarlet faced hero, who, still absorbing what just happened, waved back aimlessly. As you closed the door, your knees finally buckled for the first time in the night. You slumped against the door, smiling to yourself, not knowing the number one hero was doing the same thing. 

[shimmeringclouds]

✧ Osomatsu - Cherry Boy

Aggressive knocking on your front door.

You knew instantly who it was. Many would find them a nuisance. You, however, couldn't help the grin that stretched across your lips, feeling a little more than glad at the unexpected company.

He stood in your doorway, cheeks a cute cherry red, matching his hoodie, his signature cat-like smile on his face as he rubbed his index finger under his nose shyly.

"Mind if I crash here for a couple'a hours?" Was all he asked, and you instantly opened the door wider for him.

"Even if I said no, you would've started begging for me to let you in, anyway," you teased, taking great pleasure in the way his brows furrowed in embarrassment.

"O-Oi! That's not-"

"But I'll always say yes. Just for you, Osomatsu."

You left him in the entrance hall of your home, snickering over your shoulder at his wide-eyed, slack jawed response. He spluttered, a hand reaching out for you, but you had already disappeared around the corner and into your living room.

You were always out of arms reach for him. He hated it. He wanted to be closer. Closer than he was never enough to admit. He didn't want you to push him aside, deeming his advances as purely "sexual-desires," and as his way of "desperately trying to get laid."

He still wanted those things, for sure. With you. He just wanted more than that.

Fuck, was he terrible at getting his thoughts together.

"Osomatsu? Are you planning to lounge in the hallway, or what?" Your voice called, which he followed like a moth to a lightbulb. He stumbled slightly, his hands flailing, trying to find your figure. Yet you were just too far away.

"C'mon! That show's on again!" You patted the seat beside you on the couch excitedly, legs bouncing against the side of the furniture. Osomatsu couldn't help but chuckle, wasting no time with flopping lazily into the seat, wrapping an arm around the seat behind you.

His fingers grazed your exposed shoulder, and it was only then that he realised how loose your clothing was. It was baggy. So baggy that the neck sagged off of your shoulders. Revealing clear, smooth skin. Skin that he wanted to feel, and caress, and hug, and kiss-

"Are you okay?" Once again, you snapped him out of his daze, large and curious eyes peering into his own. He jolted, not noticing how close he had leaned into you.

"Uh, y-yeah! How could I not be, when I'm sat here with you?" He winked, a sleazy grin wobbling it's way across his cheeks. You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head.

"Honestly..." you muttered, although you didn't appear to be annoyed. On the inside, you were overjoyed. You wanted to smother this NEET so bad with hugs and butterfly kisses, wanted to bury your face into his neck and peck away at his slightly chubby skin. Your fingers twitched in your lap. You were desperate.

But, you remained calm. You remained to appear unaffected. You didn't want to overwhelm him. You wanted to take it slow, despite knowing how desperate he was for wanting to at least have sex before dying. He was a hopeless virgin, after all- they all were.

Glancing over to him again, you chanced a look at his lips. The bottom lip was slightly plump, pink and soft-looking, just like the rest of him. It was adorable. Looking a little more closely, you saw that his lips had lines of red, chapped and chipped.

"Your lips dry," you mumbled absentmindedly. Osomatsu almost snapped his neck looking over to you, humming confusedly.

"Your lips. They're a little dry," you pointed to your own, running a finger across the bottom for emphasis. His face lit up in understanding, and he laughed.

"Yeah, Todomatsu yelled at me for that already."

"He yelled at you?" Amused and intrigued, you knew a good story was bound to come out of it. Osomatsu chuckled, eyes closing as he recalled.

"He sure did! Said somethin' about it making me look even worse than I already do, which is a complete lie!" He whined, throwing his head back. You laughed, a hand covering your mouth out of habit.

"He gave me this chapstick thing though- which I thought was for girls, but he apparently uses one all the time. Tastes like cherries, though! So I can't complain," he ended with a shrug.

"Cherries, huh? Perfect for you!" You drawled, still giggling as his face flared up.

"H-Huh?! What're you tryin' to say?!" He demanded, pouting. You carefully began to move a little bit closer to him, hand resting casually on his thigh.

"What do you think I mean, dumby?" Your voice dropped a little lower, and you peered up at him through thick lashes, appearing innocent. Though, you both knew you were far from innocent.

"You and your brothers are well-known cherry boys. I suspected for a long time that you'd probably taste like cherries, too. Am I wrong?" Tilting your head, you were pressed right up against him now. Plump thigh flush against his.  Shoulder pressed against his chest. Hand resting just above his heart, feeling it think rapidly.

It was too much. You were too much. He didn't stop you. He would be insane to stop you.

Sweating and red faced, he tried his best to frown down at you. Key word being: 'tried.'

"How am I supposed to know? And h-how would you know that I taste like... like ch-cherries?" Osomatsu stammered. His fingers were clenched very tightly against his trousers, hoping- praying- that you wouldn't look downwards. Or maybe he wanted you to. He wouldn't complain.

"I can prove it to you. Right now, if you'd like."

"...Show me."

That was all it took. A small push of your body upwards, and your lips connected with his. You felt him tense instantly, and you couldn't help but smirk against him. He was trembling. He was just too cute for you.

You continued for a little longer, tilting your head to the side, caressing his cheek with your thumb, moving sensually against his lips. Chapped as they were, the way the cuts grazed against your lips felt good.

Tongue darting out quickly to swipe at his lips, you leaned away with a small breath. Looking him in the eyes, you licked your lips once more before smiling devilishly up at him.

"Mmm... yup. Definitely tastes like cherries." You manoeuvred your body, swinging your leg gently over his lap to straddle him. His hands instantly flew to your hips, gripping them tightly, yet rubbing soft circles with his thumbs. He was calming his own nerves.

"Did I ever tell you I love cherries?" You leaned in again, voice soft and low, music to his ears.

"N-No..." he replied quietly, eyes blown wide in shock. You laughed again, fingers tugging at the baby hairs at his neck.

"You're too cute, Osomatsu..."

You delved in for another taste. You wasted no time in nibbling against his lip gently, happily slipping your tongue inside and exploring his hot cavern. A blank slate for you to mark. An opportunity you've been waiting so long for.

He tasted like old beer and smokey cigars, a tinge of cherries left behind. You didn't mind it though. What else did you expect? It was who he was. And, if you were being honest, you were too into to care much.

Osomatsu were fidgeting beneath you, not entirely sure what to do. He wanted to make you feel good too. But how? He didn't know anything about this kind of stuff. He was a virgin, for crying out loud.

Suddenly, he felt your hands wrap around his, softly prying his hands away from your hips and onto your bare thighs, all thanks to a pair of shorts. You rubbed them up and down slowly, then let go to resume their place in his hair, tangling and griping onto it.

He continued to move his hands, barely registering what he was doing through his clouded daze. His calloused hands pressed into your soft flesh, causing your hips to grind down against his, moaning into the kiss.

You moaned.

You moaned.

Osomatsu felt his soul slip out of his body, and as much as he begged for it to come back, it was just too far gone. You felt the man go limp underneath you, causing you to reluctantly break away from him, breathing a little heavy.

"Osomatsu?" You called, hands cupping his cheeks. You shook him a few times, figuring out that he had passed out. Probably from excitement. You couldn't help but smile.

And then, as you moved to get off of his lap, something brushed against your inner thigh.

Something hard.

You stifled a laugh, spluttering giggles into your palm. He really was excited.

You struggled to calm down even as you laid him properly on the couch, covering him with a blanket. He would probably have an aneurism if he found himself in bed next to you the following morning.

Glancing over your shoulder one last time, your fingers traced your lips, curving into a small grin. Cheeks warm, as well as your lower regions, you practically skipped over to your bedroom.

"My sweet cherry boy~'"

[out-of-jams]

Gossip Girl

↠ Gossip Girl ↞ Part of my Bangtan Netflix series!

Every year, you and your seven childhood friends spend the holiday weekend together at Jin’s resort in the Alps. It’s always a good time: drinking, the occasional recreational drug, and the divulging of secrets. It’d been another routine, fun weekend with your friends.

Until one of you leaked everyone’s secrets to the city’s biggest gossip site. Should be easy to find out which one of you did it, right? Who was responsible for dragging everyone’s reputation into the dirt? Too bad no one could remember what had happened that weekend. Or so you all say.

Which one of eight, pretty little socialites spilled their ugly truths? Why, that’s a secret I’ll never tell.

                                           xoxo

                                     Gossip Girl

              Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

              Warnings/Genre: Mature themes. Socialite!au. Gossip Girl!au. Explicit language. Fluff. Angst. Backstabbing. Mystery. Drug use. Alcohol use. Light violence. Allusion to criminal activity. Friends to lovers.

              Word Count: 18.5k

A/N: Whew! This was a beast for me to write let me tell ya! But it's also my first one shot of this size and caliber. Well, and my first time writing smut too (cringe). Hopefully it turned out well.

All of my works are purely fiction. Everything I write is my intellectual property and therefore belongs to me. ©out-of-jams. Do not copy or repost without permission.

                               | | Masterlist | |

             Hey Upper-Eastsiders, Gossip Girl here: your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan’s elite. And do I have the biggest news ever. One of my many sources sent me something that I think you’d all like to see.

Not even the gentle hum of the elevator could drown out the sound of your rapidly beating heart. While you watched the golden lit numbers above the steel doors count up as you ascended, you couldn’t help the shaking of your hands. You had maybe fifteen more seconds to pull yourself together.

Your mascara coated eyelashes tickled your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut. One, two, three. That was all you gave yourself before you opened your eyes and stood up straight. The silk yellow ribbon tied around your neck threatened to strangle you to death, but you ignored it in favor of the elevator doors opening.

Cigar smoke. That was the first scent to assault your nose.  

Fuck.

Jin only smoked cigars when he was overly stressed and on the precipice of a meltdown. He always complained that they damaged his beauty. Like the tobacco would somehow come to life and mar his face. He always was overdramatic.

Now, however, you were almost tempted to steal one for yourself.

The deep vocal fry of Hoseok’s voice met your ears as you stepped out of the steel box. Heels clacking against the glossy wood finish of the penthouse of Jin’s hotel, you rounded the corner of the foyer. The fancy, grey bricked finish of the walls were normally familiar-- comforting. But now it chilled your veins with ice.

Standing at the bar in the living room, Namjoon was pouring himself a generous serving of scotch. His silver colored hair was glossy under the overhead lights. He must have just recently bleached it since it’d been honey blond just a day ago. Namjoon’s back was to you, but at your entrance he turned with a glass of liquor in hand.

Jin paused from where he was pacing a hole into the expensive persian rug he’d purchased last summer abroad. The pink jacket of his suit was discarded on top of the pool table and the long sleeves of his white button-up were rolled to his elbows. A fat, half-smoked cigar dangled from one of his slender hands, the other moving to push his dark hair away from his forehead. Jin’s normally grinning plump lips were pursed in irritation, nostrils flared.

From his seat on the long, orange colored couch, Hoseok halted his movements, his fingers halfway to his lips with an unlit joint. Most of the buttons on his light blue shirt were undone and the muscles of his pectorals were peaked through. And his own blazer was flung over the arm of the couch without care.

“Was it you?”

You didn’t even get to take another step before Jin was all over you. He never yelled at you, at least not in the way that he was now. And you couldn’t help your eyebrows from shooting up into your hairline in disbelief.

“Me? Seriously?” An unamused huff left your lips. “Why the hell would I expose myself?”

“She’s got a point.” Hoseok mumbled around the joint pressed between his heart-shaped lips. His eyes were downcast as he flicked open his 18 carat gold Dupont lighter and held it up to the end. The scent of marijuana mixed with cigar smoke with thick tension.

“So it wasn’t any of us.” Namjoon spoke up, knocking back an unhealthy amount of scotch.

“Who was it then?” Jin turned to Namjoon with fire blazing in his eyes. The ash from his cigar threatened to sprinkle onto the rug, but he didn’t notice. Or care.

“How the hell would I know?”

“Where’s everyone else?” You cut in before the frown lines in Namjoon’s forehead could deepen. WIth a click of your heels, you dropped your birkin purse onto the glass coffee table and sat down next to Hoseok, who offered you the joint and a sad, tiny smile. He should have expected for you to decline. You rarely partook.

The heat of secondhand smoke filled your lungs as Hoseok exhaled and your eyes searched over the stressed men in the room. Jin finally made his way back to the pool table and leaned against it with his forefinger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Not here yet.”

Footsteps sounded from around the corner on the opposite side of the penthouse entrance. Through the smoky haze filling the room you could just make out the figure of a man that you would recognize almost anywhere.

With long, curly black hair and broad shoulders covered by a black cashmere shirt, Jungkook sauntered into the room with his customary swagger. Three silver hoops dangled from each ear and the heels of his designer black boots knocked against the floor as he approached. His doe-like eyes met yours and he faltered in his stride, golden ringed hand pushing his hair from his eyes.

Jungkook’s mouth parted like he had something to say, but stopped himself and settled for just giving you a silent head nod of greeting instead. You simply shot him a quick, closed mouth smile and grabbed the dangling joint from Hoseok’s hand. You didn’t usually participate. Didn’t normally take what Hoseok had to offer. But damn did you need it. Especially with what was to come.

The sound of the elevator dinging was a grateful distraction from the way Jungkook’s thighs strained against the fabric of his black slacks when he took a seat on the other couch. Everyone in the room looked up at the two men who rounded the corner. One short and the other taller: Jimin and Taehyung. Also known as the Dynamic Duo.

Taehyung had always been someone of ethereal beauty. With his blond hair and perfectly sculpted face, he’d graced more covers of magazines than you owned. His tall, slender figure was covered head-to-toe in nothing but Gucci as he crossed the room. The man’s normally bubbly, cute boxy smile was gone and replaced by a serious look that you’d never seen from him in all your years of friendship.

And at his side, Jimin possessed a beauty that rivaled your own. While Taehyung was handsome, Jimin was pretty. His light pink colored hair complimented his dainty features and made him look like a fairy with plush, kissable lips and tan skin. Even though he was the shortest of the men in your group, Jimin made up for it with his ability to catch and bag any woman he wanted. Or man. Whichever he was in the mood for.

“Well?” Taehyung’s deep baritone voice spoke up before anyone else could. His steps halted once he made it to the center of the room, though Jimin headed straight to the bar. “Who’s going to take responsibility for this? Which one of you did it?”

You’d never seen Taehyung so angry. Not even when Jungkook shaved half his head and eyebrows as a prank in middle school. But now, Taehyung was burning with heat, the steam from his anger mixing with the smoke intermingling in the air.

“Calm down.” Jin huffed. His dark eyes burned with authority while he puffed on his cigar, his teeth holding it in place like some kind of socialite mobster.

Though, you supposed, he kind of was in a way. Whether the people in the room agreed or not, Jin was the unspoken leader of Bangtan. Which, coincidentally, was the most powerful group of socialites in the city. Everyone turned to your group when they wanted juicy gossip, or for the next big fashion trend, or for a leg up the ladder of the elite. All eight of your families ran a different part of New York City, and since you were the next heirs, it fell to you to follow in your parent’s footsteps.

“Calm down?” Taehyung clenched his jaw in anger. “How the hell am I supposed to calm down when the whole fucking city knows that I--”

“Look, let’s just wait for everyone to get here before we start in on each other. Cool?” Namjoon, ever the peacemaker, spoke as he poured both himself and Jimin another full glass of scotch.

Namjoon wasn’t the biggest heavyweight when it came to alcohol, so you were a little concerned for his sobriety.

“Speaking of,” Hoseok leaned back against the couch and stretched his arms along the back. The warmth of his skin brushed against the back of your neck and you met his eyes as he turned to you. “Where’s Yoongi?”

All attention was on you, but all you could do was shrug. “No idea. He left early this morning and didn’t tell anyone where he was going.”

Hoseok’s eyebrows rose in surprise. Looked like you weren’t the only one wondering what the hell your brother was up to.

“Did anyone try calling him?” Jimin plopped down next to you on the couch so hard that it sent you bouncing into Hoseok’s side.  

The pink haired man ignored your annoyed glare in favor of topping off his glass and setting the bottle of liquor on the coffee table. Jimin’s sweet scented cologne mixed with the aroma of marijiauna in a dangerous cocktail of temptation.

“He said he’d be here.” Jin spared a glance down at the Rolex fixed to his wrist. “Though it better be soon.”

“In a hurry? You have other secrets you need to go sell?” Taehyung buried his hands deep inside the pockets of his Gucci slacks.

He’d yet to take a seat and continued to stand in the middle of the room like the center of attention he loved to be. His blond hair hung across his brow as he sent Jin a dangerous glare.

“Watch it.” With a growl, Jin pushed off the pool table and stalked closer to the blond.

“Why? You gonna send me away too?”

Your fingers found your temples in frustration. Fights would break out occasionally between the eight of you. It was normal. Expected, even. Given how long you’d known each other, the hard-headed determination that you all possessed sometimes got in the way of one another. Backstabbing would happen from time-to-time, sometimes purposeful and others not, but at the end of the day you’d always be there for one another. But selling each other out?

It was a whole different ball game now.

A sigh left your lips as you drowned out the bickering going on back and forth between Taehyung and Jin. Even though the older man liked to play at being a no-nonsense businessman, he was one of the most immature out of all of you.

Looking up from the rug underneath your heels, you just so happened to meet Jungkook’s stare. His lips were pressed together and his doe eyes shone with an emotion you couldn’t discern as he refused to break his gaze. Jungkook’s brows pushed together in an attempt to wordlessly communicate something with you. What that was exactly, you had no idea.

Your eyes dropped back down to the rug with pursed lips and the side of your body that still pressed against Hoseok’s simmered with heat. How did you get yourself into this situation?

Well.

                                   Two Hours Ago

“Time to wake up, Miss Min.”

The sound of metal rings being dragged across a curtain rod wretched you out of peaceful slumber. With your mind hovering halfway between the land of dreams and that of the living, you subconsciously turned away from the sunlight that suddenly beamed across your closed eyelids.

“Not now, Yoomin.” You words were slurred into the cool silk of your pillow. Snaking a hand out of the comforter wrapped around you like a burrito, your fingers searched your forehead blindly. Sometime throughout the night your sleeping mask had gotten pushed up and away from your eyes. “I was having the most wonderful dream. Now let me get back to it.”

Yoomin tutted her tongue somewhere behind you, not that you’d bother to look anyway. The older woman should have been used to your morning routine by now. She’d been working for your family ever since you were a baby and if you were being honest, she’d raised you more than your own mother.

“If you don’t get up now, Miss Min, you won’t get to your first day of the semester on time.” Yoomin scolded softly, voice lilting with her hard Korean accent.

“Five more minutes.”

Instead of granting your wish, Yoomin’s feet padded across the shag carpet in your bedroom and ripped the covers from your body. She ignored your grumbled moans of protest and tossed them somewhere you couldn’t easily reach.

“Breakfast is ready for you downstairs, Miss Min.” Even with the sleep mask covering your eyes, you could picture the woman’s stance: hands on hips and lips pursed. “Get ready and come down.”

“Ugh.” Once again, Yoomin paid no mind to your wordless plea and left the room, closing the door behind her. With a sigh, you tore your mask off and threw it somewhere on the other side of your king size bed.

The royal blue walls of your bedroom greeted you as you squinted against the sunlight. And silk sheets caressed your bare legs while you slowly sat up, fingers running through your tangled hair. The clock on your bedside table read that it was only 9 am and you took a moment to mourn the loss of sleep.

You’d gotten back home sometime late last night/early in the morning. The flight that you’d taken back from the Alps had been delayed due to severe weather conditions. Or whatever. Therefore, you’d only been able to squeeze in a few hours of sleep.

“I really should have taken Jin’s offer and used his private jet.” Your mumbles met no one’s ears but your own as you pulled back the door of your closet. Though, you supposed, it was your fault for wanting to take the latest possible flight back to New York.

Fingers pressing a button on the small remote in your hand blindly, you tilted your head to the side as the designer clothes hung up inside your walk-in closet rotated. Pops of color came and faded out of view while you debated what to wear for the day. Just because you were tired didn’t mean that you had to look it.

Well that, and you would be dragged to hell and back on Gossip Girl, the city’s biggest gossip site, if someone caught you looking less than your best.

Which would happen over your dead, decrypt body.

With a hum, you plucked a black and yellow versace dress from the rack, and grabbed a solid dark green overcoat and matching mustard yellow scarf and birkin bag. You only debated for a moment before grabbing a pair of fishnet tights and wandered into the ensuite bathroom.

The heated tiles were warm and welcoming against your bare feet. And as you showered, you couldn’t help but mentally go through your calendar for the day. It was Monday, which meant that you had a full day of classes and then afterwards you’d stop by Jin’s.

He was the oldest of your group, having four years on you and five on the youngest--Jungkook--so he’d already graduated college. Not that he really needed to, since Jin had been set to take over his father’s five star hotel chain since he was in his final year of high school. He had an older brother, Seokjoong, but he was so wrapped up in the party lifestyle that he’d disappeared into Europe ages ago. It was rumored that he’d cleaned out his bank account and changed his name right before going M.I.A.. No one had heard from him since.

And so, Jin was appointed the next heir of Kim Industries.

Lips pursed in a pout, you swiped on a final layer of lip gloss and fluffed your hair. Your reflection stared back at you in the floor length mirror as you gave yourself one last look over. With skin perfect and makeup flawless, you gave a one shouldered shrug of approval.

The stiletto heels of your mustard colored pumps clacked against the twisting marble steps of your high rise penthouse as you descended. It was quiet. Which wasn’t anything out of the ordinary in the Min household. So your arrival on the first floor went unnoticed by anyone but yourself.

Right at the bottom of the steps, across the row of red marble pillars, was your favorite sitting room. A healthy selection of fruits were spread across the knee-high table in the center of the room. But you ignored it in favor of the steaming china cup filled with coffee. The hot liquid hit the back of your throat as you plopped down onto one of the four plush couches.

Reaching across the table, you grabbed the newest Vogue magazine and flipped through it. “Yoomin!”

Your shout didn’t go unanswered for more than a few ticks of silence.

“Yes, Miss Min?” The older woman appeared from somewhere else in the apartment, most likely the kitchen. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a low sitting french bun. A lacy black and white maid’s headband sat atop her hair that matched with the rest of her outfit. You weren’t really a huge fan of the whole ‘suppressed woman’ look, but Yoomin liked it for some odd reason.

With your lips pressed carefully to the porcelain cup in order to preserve your lipgloss, you eyed the woman over the rim. “Where’s my brother? Isn’t he usually forced out of his hidey-hole he calls a bed by now? Or is he still cooped up in the batcave?”

“Ah,” Yoomin folded her hands daintily in front of herself. “Mr. Min left earlier this morning. A few hours ago to be precise.”

Now that had your eyebrows shooting so far up into your hairline that you were surprised they didn’t take flight. Your brother wasn’t known for mornings. Or waking up any earlier than 2pm. He usually had to be forced out of bed if anyone needed him before that, which was a job that nobody wanted. While your brother was quite the softy deep down beneath his cold exterior, he wouldn’t hesitate to tear anyone apart who dared to rouse him from his precious slumber.

You lowered your teacup to your lap, the contents already drained. “Yoongi, up early? Being productive? Sounds suspicious. Did he leave to go back to Korea already and not tell me?”

“No, Mr. Min is still in the city. As for where he went, he didn’t say.” Yoomin wet her lips almost nervously and you narrowed your eyes at the action.

“Really, now?” The cup met the surface of the table. “He left and didn’t say a word? Just waltzed right out the door? Very unlike him.”

While Yoongi wasn’t very warm and receptive towards strangers, your brother had a soft spot for Yoomin. Her family had worked for yours for generations. In fact, she’d left everything behind in South Korea to join your family and immigrate to America. That’d all been years ago, before you were born.

Yoongi was three years older than you, so he’d been around one-years-old when your mother packed up and moved her fashion company from Seoul to Manhattan. Your father moved to Italy right after their divorce, and while you only got to see him during certain holidays and summer vacations, you were a daddy’s girl through and through.

Yoomin paused for a millisecond before responding. “Yes, Miss Min.”

“Ah!” You pointed an accusatory finger at the woman. “You hesitated! What do you know?”

“Nothing, Miss Min.” Yoomin bowed her head before glancing over her shoulder. “If you’ll please excuse me, your mother asked me to drop a few things off at her office.”

The woman disappeared before you could respond, the heels of her mary jane’s clacking against the floor. The ding of the elevator richoched, steel doors closing and leaving you alone in a place that held too much silence.

You’d barely had any time to ponder on the woman’s strange actions when the chirp of a text message rang from the pocket of your purse. Absentmindedly popping a grape into your mouth, you slid the device out and glanced at the text on the screen.

         E-girl blast #830: This just in: looks like if you take the Bang out of Bangtan, you get a very bad girl. Rumor has it that our High Rise Princess isn’t as innocent as she portrays herself to be. Someone should really change her name to High Rise Porn Star.

The blood in your veins froze, lungs stopped inhaling breath, stomach dropped down to the floor. With your mouth hanging open and eyes wide in complete and utter humiliation, the color drained from your face. Because there plastered for the whole world to see on Gossip GIrl’s website was a photograph of yourself. But not just any photo, no.  

It was of you, lying beneath the silver silk sheets of a bed. Your hair was flowing free across the pillow, side profile exposed. And you were obviously naked, only the important bits covered by the sheet. Eyes closed in sleep, you were completely oblivious to the person responsible for the photograph.

The room was familiar. You would have recognized where the photo was taken even if it wasn’t. It was in one of the various guest suites at Jin’s lodge in the Alps. Where you’d been less than twenty-four hours ago. Where that exact picture was taken.

But that wasn’t what caused panic to well in your throat.

                But who is the one responsible for the deflowering of our pretty little princess? Take a closer look and you tell me.

Right below that was another photograph. A cropped version of the first that showed an arm poking out from underneath the covers. It was zoomed in just enough to be able to make out the lump of another body in bed with you. Luckily, the identity of the man couldn’t be seen as he’d burried himself under the sheets like a gopher.

“Fuck.”

           But if you think that’s bad, wait until you hear the rest of what I have to say. Looks like Bangtan aren’t as bulletproof as they want you to think. Let’s move on to our Golden Boy, shall we?

The message continued on, but with the way your vision clouded with panic, you wouldn’t have been able to read it even if you tried. Who the hell sent in that photo to Gossip Girl? And how did they even get the picture in the first place?

Hands shaking, you almost didn’t look when another text message pinged on your phone. But thankfully, it wasn’t from Gossip Girl. With a shaky exhale, you read over the text.

     “It wasn’t me, I swear. You know I would never do that to you.”

Your thumbs hovered over the touchscreen keyboard, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you debated messaging back.

                          “Please believe me.”

The chance to respond disappeared as the phone in your manicured hands rang. You hesitated, not wanting to answer, but knowing you couldn’t ignore it either. Not if you didn’t want him to show up on your doorstep fuming. You blew air out of your mouth nervously and swiped accept.

“He--”

“Family meeting. Ditch your classes and get here now.”

                                   Present Time

“What’s with all the screaming?”

The voice drew you from your thoughts and all sound in the room cut off as heads snapped up in unison.

In the wide entrance of the living room dressed like he was fresh off the runway was your brother. Your heart stopped in your chest and you silently prayed for a bolt of lightning to strike you down. Yoongi was what you would call an overprotective older brother. He’d always held you up on some sort of pedestal with high expectations that you tried so hard to meet. And you really, really didn’t want to see how he would look at you from your new place on the ground.

Yoongi’s cat-like eyes surveyed the room almost lazily, like he couldn’t be bothered to be there. Whether or not he was affected by the leak as much as everyone else was impossible to tell. Or it would have been if you hadn’t been so close.  

The story that the aggressively bitten nails on his fingers told of his anxiety at the circumstances. His messily styled hair spoke of how he’d threaded his hands through the strands over and over again in an attempt to gather his bearings. And the rhythmic way he clenched his jaw let you know that he was trying to hold himself together.

You hadn’t seen Yoongi like that in a long time. Not since he broke the news to your mother that he had no desire to take over the company. That she should give it to you, the one who actually wanted it, so he could pursue his dream of becoming a music producer instead. Suffice to say, she hadn’t taken it well.

“Finally!” Jimin raised his glass in an alcoholic salute. The scotch splashed dangerously around the rim and you side-eyed the man. Hopefully he wasn’t already drunk off his ass. “Welcome to the party.”

“All sunshine and rainbows here.” Hoseok leaned over to dig around in the breast pocket of his blazer draped across the couch and pulled out another joint. He waved it towards your brother with a smile that lacked its usual warmth. “You’re gonna need this.”

Your eyes dropped to the coffee table when Yoongi’s stare flickered over to you ever so briefly. A coward you definitely were. If you couldn’t even look your brother in the eyes, how in the hell were you supposed to face the rest of the world?

“Alright, listen up.” Jin, finally free of his finished cigar, captured everyone’s attention like the charismatic man he was. His dark gaze met each and every eye in the room before he stuffed a hand in the pocket of his slacks and continued. “One of us here is a dirty, backstabbing scumbag--”

“How are we even sure it was one of us?” Jungkook’s voice finally filled the room, dark brows scrunched once again. With a flash of pink he wet his lips and he glanced around at everyone present.

“The secrets that were leaked to Gossip Girl,” Namjoon leaned against the back of one of the couches, scotch glass filled once again. At the rate he was drinking, he’d be passed out face down in less than an hour. “Were only told to the people in this room. Well...”

Namjoon paused and his eyes found yours. “All but one, at least. But that’s not important.”

Your cheeks heated under the heavy weight of your childhood friend’s stares.

“Or were you too high off your ass to realize?” Taehyung addressed Jungkook, thankfully tearing the attention from you. He crossed his legs from his new spot leaning against the wall separating the living room from the kitchen. With his head tilted to the side, he analyzed the youngest with a look that threatened retribution. “Maybe it was you.”

“Why would I expose myself?” The tip of Jungkook’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek roughly. “Or any one of you? It was probably you.”

“Me?” A sharp, humourless laugh bubbled past the blond man’s lips. “I could lose my job for this shit. How stupid do you think I am?”

“Is that a rhetorical question?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow at Taehyung condescendingly.

“Arguing isn’t going to solve anything.” Hoseok’s vocal fry spoke over the impending argument before it could start. His eyes were bloodshot and it made you wonder just how high he was. You couldn’t blame him. Not with what he was probably re-living due to the recent exposure.

“Oh really?” Taehyung turned his anger towards the man sitting at your side, lips pressed into a thin line. “This is all your fucking fault. You’re the one who thought it’d be a good idea to drug us.”

Hoseok flinched so hard that you were surprised no one else could feel it. He didn’t respond, instead choosing to cast his eyes down at the persian rug under his feet. The brunette hair that shifted across his forehead did little to hide his crumpled, guilted expression.

“Fuck off, Taehyung.” Junkook’s nostrils flared as he leaned forward in his seat, elbows braced against his knees like he had to physically hold himself back.

“I mean, Tae kind of has a point, as shitty as it is.” From your left came Jimin’s adolescent-esque deep voice. The pink haired man’s stare was captivated by the way the amber liquid in his glass swirled with a flick of his wrist.

“Pointing fingers right now isn’t going to solve anything.” Jin pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“What do you suggest then, your royal highness?” No one commented on the sarcasm dripping from Taehyung’s tongue.

Instead, Jin stood tall and surveyed the room once again. “We’re going to sit here and go back over every single last detail of what occurred this past weekend. No one’s leaving until we figure out which one of us is the snake.”

He paused, face dark. “And you better pray to God that it isn’t you.”

You couldn’t stop your eyes from glancing at the man sitting near you. His own met yours and reflected the same fear that mixed a dangerous cocktail in the pit of your stomach.

“How will going over details help?” The question came from your brother. He’d been so quiet that you’d momentarily forgotten he was there.

He took a few steps further into the room, shedding his jacket along the way. Yoongi sat down in the empty seat next to Jungkook, who didn’t spare him a second glance.

“We weren’t all together the whole time.” Namjoon half-slurred. The scotch was heavy on his tongue, but you couldn’t really blame him either. “People who went off on their own have the highest probability of being the rat.”

“Okay then, let’s just go through everyone’s texts and emails. See who sent it in to Gossip Girl.” Jungkook leaned back into the couch with a shrug of nonchalance.

“Do you know how easy it is to delete a text or an email?” With a snort, Taehyung spoke slowly, like Jungkook was an invalid.

The youngest clenched his jaw in irritation. “Then we’ll just contact Gossip Girl and ask her.”

“You know she doesn’t reveal her sources.” Jimin murmured into his glass.

“I still don’t see how any of this will help.” Yoongi’s raised eyebrow disappeared underneath his blond bangs. The marijuana smoke from his exhale punctuated his words. “But whatever. The sooner we get this done the sooner I can leave.”

“Somewhere more important to be?” Taehyung crossed his arms across his chest.

Your brother looked unamused. “Unlike you, some of us actually work hard for a living.”

You could see the moment the anger behind Taehyung’s eyes burned deeper with rage. “Modeling is--”

“For fucks sake, shut up! You think you’re the only one with things to do?” Jin rolled his eyes and stepped between the two. Yoongi always knew which buttons to push to send someone right over the edge of self control. The eldest’s withering stare shifted over to a wavering Namjoon. “And stop drinking. You’ll be useless if you’re face down in a toilet.”

Jin’s sharp tone called everyone’s attention yet again as the elevator door dinged. From around the corner emerged one of the hotel’s many staff members. The suit wearing man pushed a large rolling whiteboard into the living room, the type that you usually only saw in crime television shows. The wheels squeaked lightly across the wood floor.

“There is fine.” Jin nodded at the staff member who disappeared with a bow of his head.

The eldest strode up to the board where it was situated in front of the room and picked up a black erase marker. He turned to the group as he uncapped it. “Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?”

                                Forty Hours Ago

“It’s cold.”

Turning to peer over your shoulder, you sent your brother a yeah, duh look. “We’re in the mountains in mid-December. What did you expect?”

From the roof of the resort, Yoongi stood at the bottom of the steps leading up to the private helicopter pad that Jin had installed years ago for easy travel. His icy blond hair was pushed back from his pale forehead with a black headband and his mouth was pursed in a cute pout. Though he’d deny its existence if you pointed it out.

The daegu accent that he’d picked up from his past two years living in South Korea stretched out his words into one long drag. “I hate the cold.”

It seemed that not even the thick Givenchy coat drowning his smaller frame could keep him warm. And the fuzzy earmuffs nestled in your hair couldn’t protect your ears from his complaints.

“The sooner we get inside, the sooner we can get warm.” Your own gloved fingers wrapped around the padded material on his upper arm. Yoongi followed after you without resistance, though the pout failed to fall from his face.

Behind the two of you, a handful of staff members descended the helicopter pad’s steps with you and your brother’s suitcases in hand. Luckily it wasn’t snowing, but the wind from on top of the resort was harsh and sharp. It turned your nose into a runny, red mess within minutes. Which was why you couldn’t disappear behind the metal roof door soon enough.

A sigh of relief left your lips at the feeling of heated air hitting your chilled skin. Yoongi’s own grunt sounded from behind you while your fingers hurried to unbutton your thermal coat. The heels of your boots clacked against the hotel’s floor as the two of you strut down the hallway.

The resort was completely empty, as it always was that time of the year. Not because there was a lack of patrons, but because Jin would block out the weekend so your group could reunite before tackling the New Year. At the end of the hall, your fingers pressed the button to call the elevator. Yoongi, red cheeked and sniffling, leaned against the wall beside the closed steel doors and sighed.

“Something wrong?” Your voice was quiet in the empty hall. It’d been a long time since you’d seen him. And while you still managed to call each other at least once a week, it felt like there was some sort of rift between you. An invisible wall that you weren’t sure how to breach.

“No.” Yoongi’s cat-like eyes squeezed shut around a yawn. “Just tired.”

The dark bags under his eyes were prominent. He’d taken a flight from Korea all the way to New York, just so he could join you on another flight and helicopter ride to the resort. Two years ago Yoongi had moved out of the country to pursue his dream of becoming a music producer. And he liked to hide his failures from you as much as he could, but the dejected way he’d sounded on the phone the past few months told you everything he couldn’t.

He was struggling to make a name for himself outside of your mother’s. Yoongi was crazy talented, but he’d chosen to forgo the connections and opportunities that your family name could bring him to start from the bottom. He wanted to build himself from the ground up to prove to himself that he could do it. That he didn’t need your mother to succeed.

Though you supposed that you couldn’t blame just him for the feeling of separation between the two of you. The secret that you withheld from him threatened to drown you with guilt.

The elevator ride was quick and silent. Yoongi leaned against the corner of the steel box with his head flopped back against the wall. You stood at the opposite end, the handles of your purse dangling lazily. The air was tense, yet barren.

With a ding, the doors slid open and the marble flooring of the obnoxiously large and flashy lobby greeted you.

Past the rose gold pillars and other elevators was a classy seating area. Leather couches formed around a roaring, lit fireplace. And behind that were floor to ceiling glass windows that overlooked the snow-capped mountains. Standing in front of the fireplace and roasting himself like a marshmallow was a familiar head of pink hair.

Jimin turned at the sound of your footsteps, bare collar bones poking out from the top of his unzippered ski-coat. His hair was dripping with melted snow and the usual golden hue of his skin was heated with pink. Jimin’s plump lips pulled back into a grin, flashing you his crooked front tooth.

“Hey! Look who finally decided to arrive!”

Hoseok’s brown hair poked out from underneath the thick wool blanket thrown over his head from his seat on one of the couches. You could tell that someone had managed to get the scaredy cat out onto the ski slopes by the pale complection of his skin. His snow boots were scattered on the floor around the couch haphazardly while his fluffy-socked feet were tucked underneath his thighs.  

“Sorry we’re late.” Yoongi spoke from behind you, though his tone didn’t sound very apologetic.

“You missed the whole first day!” Jimin complained as he approached with his arms outstretched. He enveloped you into his hold first, his damp hair brushing the top of your head and his warm breath ghosting your ear. “It’s been a while, Princess. Glad to see you.”

“You too, Jiminie.”

Your own arms wrapped around the man’s slim shoulders and his sweet smelling cologne cocooned your nose with a scent you could only call Jimin. He gave your waist one last squeeze before parting from you and moving over to your brother. Yoongi wrinkled his nose in disgust, but didn’t move away when Jimin crushed him in a hug of his own.

Jimin hadn’t been lying. It really had been a while since you’d last seen each other. Even though you were the same age, you went to university at Columbia in the city and Jimin spent his days performing on Broadway. You’d only get to see each other when he had a gap between shows, or during the holidays when everyone had breaks in their schedules.

“You look miserable.” You smirked down at Hoseok as you stood in front of him. The older man looked like a pathetic, soggy burrito wrapped in the blanket like that. He pouted up at you with his heart-shaped lips and dimples and warm brown eyes.

“You have no idea.” Hoseok replied with a sniffle of his red-tipped nose. His socked feet hit the floor as he stood, towering over you. “But it’s nice to see you.”

If you had to rate your friends based on hugs, Hoseok would be the winner without a doubt. Despite his cold fingers, the rest of him was warm, familiar, comforting. Not counting your brother (though you weren’t so sure nowadays), Hoseok was the one you were closest to. His bright personality and welcoming persona drew you to him like the ray of sunshine he was nicknamed after.

“I just saw you two days ago, Hobi.” Your humor filled words were muffled into his shoulder.

His shrug pulled you closer. “Two days too long, Princess.”  

With a snort and a roll of your eyes, you pushed him away playfully. “You’re lame.”

Hoseok stumbled back into the couch dramatically with a hand pressed against his chest. He shot you a fake wounded look. “Lame? Me? Ouch.”

“You’re both lame.” Jimin butt into the conversation, slithering his way between the two of you to stand back in front of the fireplace. Ignoring the pink haired man, Hoseok darted over to your brother with a squee! His socks skid across the floor as he lifted the blond in the air with a tight hug of greeting.  

Yoongi made a noise of annoyance, though the gummy smile that overtook his face told a different story. Hoseok was one of the only people who were capable of bringing out Yoongi’s playful side. While the two of them had their reunion, you busied yourself with plopping down on Hoseok’s abandoned couch.

“Where’s everyone else?” You asked Jimin. The heat of the fireplace brushed the thick padding of your coat and threatened to make you break out into a sweat. With a few practiced movements, you managed to shed your plaid printed coat and scarf, leaving you in a knee-length green sweater dress and black leggings.

“I--”

Like magic, the front doors of the lobby swung open, bringing with it a gust of cold bitter air and the trademarked ha-ha-ha! of Namjoon’s loud laughter. In stumbled the rest of the group: Jin, Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook.

“Is it lunchtime yet?” The question came from Jungkook as he shook out the snow from his hair. A pair of ski-goggles were perched on top of his head, but he ignored it in favor of stripping his hands of gloves. The bottom of his boots tracked in snow like it was his job, but it wasn’t like he noticed.

“We just ate two hours ago!” Jin scolded the younger without heat. His honey colored skin was splotched with shades of red from the cold air. Though somehow it only seemed to accentuate his handsome, angelic features.

“Yeah, but I’m starving.”

“Still a pig, I see.” The group stopped in their tracks at the sound of Yoongi’s voice echoing in the lobby.

With a big, boxy grin, Taehyung yelled in excitement and sprinted across the floor of the lobby, his own blond hair dripping wet. “Yoongi!”

“You’re tracking snow everywhere!” Jin’s shout carried well beyond the lobby.

                                Present Time

“That was way before we even played that stupid drinking game.” Taehyung grumbled in annoyance. His eyes were glued to the whiteboard as Jin neatly wrote out the list of events. He was having each and every person go over what had happened from their own point of view. “So why do we have to go over all the boring shit?”

Jin turned to glare at the blond over his shoulder. “Because what I said goes.”

Taehyung simply raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? Well no one cares about this. Let’s just cut to the interesting bits.”

Before Jin could rip Taehyung to shreds with his heated scowl, Namjoon spoke around the rim of his glass of water. “I hate to agree, but I do.”

“Third.” Jungkook raised his hand in the air like a child in a school classroom.

“Fourth.” You finally spoke up, fingers toying with the cap of your bottle of San Pellegrino.

“Fifth.” Surprisingly, Jimin’s voice came out clear and uninfluenced by half the bottle of liquor he’d downed.

Yoongi just grunted his own agreement, eyes lidded with what looked to be exhaustion, but what you could tell was anxiety.

“Seriously?” Jin waved the marker in his hand around wildly. His eyes landed on Hoseok who just shrugged silently. He hadn’t spoken ever since Taehyung made that comment to him almost an hour ago. “Whatever. Fine. We’ll move on.”

The eldest took a swig out of his glass of scotch and turned back to the board. “We’ll start with the night of the game, then.”

                         Thirty-Two Hours Ago

“Okay, rules of the game.”

Namjoon stood in the center of the seating area with a shot glass full of tequila raised high above his head to gather attention. The eight of you were scattered around in a circle on the various couches and chaise lounge chairs in the sitting area of Jin’s room. It was long after the group of you hit the mountains for some intense snow tubing. And after you’d all headed back to your rooms to shower and get ready for dinner served by some michelin star chef that Jin staffed.

Now, with bellies full and body’s warm, you all sat around in your most comfortable clothes. Multiple bottles of alcohol were lined up on the bar in Jin’s room, but a handle of tequila was currently serving as centerpiece on the coffee table.

From your spot in the middle of the comfy couch, squished between Taehyung and Jimin, you had your own shot glass in hand. It’d recently been refilled, since the group took one together to start off the night. With fire seeping through your veins, you paid special attention to the words coming from Namjoon’s lips, even though you knew the rules of the game by heart. The crackle of the lit fireplace behind the other couch threatened to drown out his deep, raspy voice.

“The name of the game is Sip, Snitch, Spill, or otherwise known as Triple S. Starting from oldest to youngest,” Namjoon gestured to Jin with his shot glass, ignoring the tequila that spilled onto his fingers. He then turned in a slow circle clockwise. Everyone was sitting in age order.

Namjoon pointed at the empty beer bottle on the table. “The one who’s turn it is has to spin the bottle and whoever it lands on gets to choose the dare that the person who’s turn it is has to complete. If they opt out of completing the dare, then they have to spill a secret that no one here knows. But it can’t be something stupid that no one cares about; only top secret shit here. Each person only gets three seconds to decide which option to take.

“After that, everyone in the room gets the opportunity to snitch. If someone knows a secret about you that no one else does, they can snitch to the group and skip their turn. If you fail to take the dare, you have to take a shot. If someone snitches on you, then you have to take two shots.”

Everyone glanced at each other with mistrustful, playful eyes. While the game was fun, it was costly as well. Because in the world of the elite, nothing was more valuable than a secret.

“Do all here agree to the rules?” Namjoon raised a brow.

“Here, here!” The shouts of seven people filled the room and overpowered the music flowing from the surround sound speakers.

“Then let’s get messy.” A smirk lifted at the corner of Namjoon’s mouth as he finally took his seat on the other side of Hoseok.

“That sounds dirty. Let’s not.” Jin wrinkled his nose with a huff of amusement.

“What I think you meant to say was,” the comment came from Jimin as he unnecessarily knocked back a shot. “‘That sounds dirty. Let’s.’”

“Anyway.” Yoongi rolled his eyes and elbowed Jin in the ribs from his spot next to him on the love seat. “Start.”

The eldest hummed and rubbed at his chin dramatically as he eyed the empty beer bottle. Like he’d actually have a choice on who it landed on. Jin took his time leaning forward and grabbed the body of the bottle with three fingers, ignoring the groans of impatience coming from the circle. Finally, with a flick of his wrist, he spun it.

Around and around it went, the green of the glass glinting under the overhead lights. Everyone was at the edge of their seats, minds calculating what dare they’d make the elder do, as they waited for it to stop.

“Hah!” Hoseok cheered, doing a stupidly cute dance in his seat at the chances of being the first to give a dare. The leather chaise lounge he sat on made a sound of protest at his rapid movements. But he ignored it in favor of pointing a finger at Jin with a flourish. “I dare you to give Yoongi a lap dance!”

Ooooh!’s erupted from around the circle as each and every person screamed in excitement. Jin’s mouth dropped open in disbelief and he gaped at Hoseok with a look that said dude, seriously?

“Woo!” Jimin’s contagious giggle left his lips, eyes squeezed shut in amusement. “What a way to start.”

“I’m not drunk enough for that.” Jin knocked his shot back and grimaced at the taste. “I slept with my personal assistant last month. Then I fired her.”

“Wait, so if you were drunk enough then you’d do it?” Hoseok’s comment was rudely ignored by Jin.

“Linda?” Jungkook gaped at the older man from his place on the other lounge chair across from Hoseok. “Isn’t she in her late fifties?”

With a shrug of indifference, Jin poured himself another shot. “And?”

“Wow.” Taehyung tutted around the laughter that bubbled up his throat. “Did you really have to fire her though? That’s harsh.”

“She started to get feelings for me.” Jin shrugged yet again. “After I specifically told her not to.”

“Poor Linda.” With a shake of your head, you crossed one leg over the other. You could remember briefly meeting the woman once. She’d been kind yet carried a no-nonsense air about her, which made you wonder just how Jin had managed to bed her. Though you supposed he had his ways. He always did.

“Sometimes it’s hard to be this handsome.” The eldest’s unabashed response had everyone cringing as he broke out into his trademark windshield wiper laugh.

“Moving on.” Yoongi reached forward to spin the bottle without waiting for anyone’s attention. Everyone’s eyes were once again glued on the glass as it spun.

“Huh.” Namjoon hummed from his seat on the leather recliner next to Hoseok. The honey haired man steepled his fingers in front of his chin in thought.

“Why did it have to land on him?” Taehyung pouted. “He takes forever to decide.”

“I do not!” Though the seconds that ticked by into minutes told a different story.

It was clear the moment an invisible lightbulb went off over his head. The dimpled man jumped up from his chair and cleared the room to disappear around the corner into the kitchen. Before anyone could question what the hell he was doing, Namjoon reappeared back into the room with a gallon of skim milk and set it on the table in front of Yoongi.

“I dare you to chase every shot you take with a shot of milk.”

“Ew, what?” You stuck your tongue out in absolute disgust. Though it could barely be heard over the fake retching noises coming from the rest of the boys.

“What’s wrong with milk?” Jungkook asked innocently, causing everyone to shoot him a look.

Yoongi just stared at the gallon of milk thoughtfully before shrugging and knocking back his shot of tequila. The room watched on in shock as he then poured milk into the glass and swallowed that as well.

“Yoongi!” Jin pressed himself into the arm of the couch in an attempt to get as far away from your brother as possible. His handsome features were scrunched up in revolution. “You know you didn’t need to do that, right? Since you took the dare?”

With his gaze focused on refilling his shot glass with tequila, Yoongi’s face remained blank. “I’m not a bitch.”

“O-kay.” Hoseok dragged out the word with a grimace and slid forward on his chair to take his turn. “Let’s all just pretend we never saw that. Anyway.”

The game continued with Hoseok and Namjoon both taking dares. Hoseok had to strip down to his underwear and stand outside on the balcony for five whole minutes. He’d returned inside a shivering, pale mess. Jungkook had taken a ridiculous amount of pictures of him literally crying from the cold to hold over his head as blackmail at some later point in time.

Namjoon had been dared by Jin to order a bunch of lingerie to be delivered to his ex-girlfriend. That one had everyone begging him not to do it. Because unfortunately the last girl Namjoon had dated turned out to be a complete psychopath who stalked him for months on end after he dumped her. But the man just shrugged and stated, “I like them crazy.”

When it was Jimin’s turn, the pink haired man licked his lips in anticipation and spun the bottle. It didn’t turn very fast, just barely cleared two loops around the group before it pointed straight at you.

Jimin turned to you with a smile on his pretty lips. “Give me your best shot, Princess.”

Your own eyes narrowed at the challenge in his and you pursed your lips in thought. No way would you let him get off easily, especially not with the way he was looking at you. So with a smirk quirking your mouth, you spoke, “I dare you to call up your job right now and tell them you quit.”

Another round ooh!’s came from the group at your words and Jimin gaped at you in open mouthed disbelief. “Seriously?”

You gave Jimin a saccharine smile. Normally, you wouldn’t be so vindictive against him, but you were never one to turn down a challenge.

He knocked back his shot and slammed the glass down on the table with a glare directed at you. With a smack of his lips, Jimin begrudgingly addressed the group. “You know how I was able to join my broadway show after open auditions closed last year?”

Jimin’s eyes were glued to the table as everyone murmured their agreement. He was the only one out of your group who didn’t come from a successful family. Instead, he’d had to build both himself and his reputation from the ground up. It’d been hard on him, had taken a lot from him. But now, he starred in one of the most successful, famous broadway shows.

The silver rings on Jimin’s hand caught the light as he thumbed his plump bottom lip. His words came out hesitant, confession caught in his throat. “Yeah, well, I only got the spot because I slept with the director.”

“But you’re so talented!” Now you were the one staring in open mouthed shock. Never would you have expected that to come out of his mouth.

Jimin brushed off your comment and filled his shot glass once again. His words were murmured into the table. “They didn’t think so.”

There was a moment of silence as everyone took time to absorb the information. You weren’t kidding when you’d said that he was talented. You’d never seen someone who could dance as gracefully as he could or who could sing with the soft, unique voice that only Jimin possessed.

“Anyway,” he elbowed you gently and nodded at the bottle. “Your turn.”

The glass was cool under your fingers. You watched intently as around and around and around it went. There weren’t a lot of secrets that you had to hide from your group of friends. Usually, you were pretty transparent. Not only that, but you were the only one in Bangtan made a conscious effort to stay out of drama or scandals. Hence the nickname: High Rise Princess.

“Oh, no.” You groaned, throwing your head back against the couch. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that you had the worst luck ever. God, you hated that game.

“Well, well, well. How the turn tables.” Jimin threw an arm around your neck teasingly and pulled you into his side. His fingers rubbed at his chin menacingly as he stared at you out of the corner of his eye. The man didn’t even try to hide his smirk. “Let’s see.”

“This’ll be good.” Taehyung relaxed back against the arm of the couch with a smirk of his own.

The second you saw Jimin’s eyes flicker to the blond and the cheshire-cat-esque smile on his face widen, you knew you were in trouble. He gave your shoulder a squeeze before letting go and pushing you over to Taehyung. “Okay, Princess. For your dare, you have to make out with Taehyung for a minimum of thirty seconds.”

The room exploded  and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You were known for being “pure” or whatever bull they labeled you as and the fact that you’d never dated any of them, it was kind of a big deal.

“Jimin, what the fuck?” All attention went to Yoongi, who was staring Jimin down with a harsh scowl. He really was overprotective of you when it came to pretty much anything. And that included any and all men.

Jimin just shrugged, but didn’t appear very apologetic. “Sorry, man. But she doesn’t have to do it.”

“I’m not a bitch.” You echoed your brother’s words from earlier before turning to Taehyung. His eyebrows were raised into his hairline and his mouth was agape, but the look in his eyes shone with sudden interest. So you couldn’t help tilting your head to the side and challenging, “unless you are.”

Hoseok’s loud screech and Jin’s obnoxious windshield wiper laugh overpowered everyone else’s exclaims of surprised disbelief. The fact that you weren’t even drunk meant that you couldn’t blame your actions on the alcohol. If you were being honest, you were just tired of everyone looking at you as some kind of sexual pariah. Like you were incapable of being intimate with another person. Maybe it was because you’d all grown up together that they saw you that way, you weren’t sure. But you hated it.

It was suffocating to have to force yourself to be someone that you weren’t.

Plus, it didn’t hurt that Taehyung was one of the most beautiful men that you’d ever laid your eyes on.

“I don’t want to see this. I’m going to the bathroom” Your brother rose from his seat with one last glare shot at both Jimin and Taehyung. “Don’t make me kick your ass.”

The atmosphere after Yoongi disappeared was the kind of tension that you only felt when watching a car crash. Like you just couldn’t look away. Hoseok was on the edge of his seat with his jaw hanging open, Jimin was frozen in a state of excited incredulity, across from you Jin covered his eyes with his hands while he continued to laugh, and Namjoon--

“Come here, Princess.” Taehyung scooted closer to you on the couch and gently placed his hands on either of your cheeks.

His warmth seeped into you from his palms and the husky scent of his Dior cologne washed over you. Taehyung was a touchy person by nature, so it wasn’t like he hadn’t cuddled up to you on multiple occasions. But this time was different. Be it from the way his eyes were half-lidded with an emotion you’d never seen him direct at you, or for the way his voice dipped a few octaves deeper from his usual baritone.

“You can still back out.” The words were spoken softly, only for your ears. But his eyes flickered down to your lips when you murmured,

“Why? You scared?”

Without acknowledging Hoseok’s squawk, Taehyung huffed. He didn’t even give you a moment to prepare yourself before he closed the distance and his mouth was on yours.

His lips were both warm and soft. And despite the firm way his hands held you in place, Taehyung’s kiss was gentle. Just the right amount of pressure that bordered on tender and not enough. So when you pressed your lips harder to his to deepen the kiss, you felt the smirk that twitched at the corner of his mouth as he obliged.

The heat of a stare burned into the side of your face, but you brushed it off in favor of parting your mouth at Taehyung’s questioning lick to your bottom lip. His tongue met yours in a dance and you could taste the remnants of tequila on his breath as his fingers tangled in your hair. Your own hands remained still in your lap, but you couldn’t help but press closer at his urging.

“And that’s time!” Jimin’s voice sounded from somewhere behind you. “Thirty seconds are up!”

Whether he didn’t hear him or chose to ignore him, Taehyung crushed his lips harder to yours in a breath stealing kiss.

“Or not.”

With one last lingering press of his mouth, Taehyung caught your bottom lip and dragged it slowly between his teeth as he pulled away. His fingers left your hair and he sent you a flirtatious wink before casually leaning back to his side of the couch, taking his warmth with him. All while dragging his tongue across his kiss bruised lips.

You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t at least a little bit turned on. It was no wonder he had both men and women falling at his feet left and right.

“That was hot, not gonna lie.” Hoseok whistled, falling back against his chair. “But weird at the same time.”

“Agreed.” Nodded Namjoon slowly. The expression on his face was a mixed bag, stuck somewhere between horror and something else.

“It was okay.” You shrugged nonchalantly, facing back towards the coffee table once more. Out of the corner of your eye Taehyung snapped his head towards you so fast that you were briefly concerned for the muscles in his neck.

“Oka-”

“It’s your turn.” The cheeky smile you sent Taehyung’s way coaxed a hard laugh out of Jimin.

The petite man threw an arm over your shoulders once more and pulled you into his side. Though with the way he could barely hold himself up with his body shaking laughter, it was more like he was leaning on you than the other way around. “A few months apart and it’s like you’re a whole new person. Who are you, Princess?”

The game continued once your brother returned from the bathroom. He’d entered the room and eyed Taehyung with a look that would have any lesser man trembling in his seat. But Taehyung had just given him his cute, boxy smile and took his spin.

Around and around the bottle spun as everyone took their turn. But it was only a matter of time before Jin finally snapped.

“Alright, this is boring! Everyone’s just picking dare and I want some juicy gossip.” His head fell back against the couch with a dramatic sigh. And he took a moment to bask in the attention of everyone in the room before he turned his head, rosy cheek pressed against the couch to address Hoseok. “Go make us some stronger drinks or something. I’m barely buzzed.”

Hoseok simply raised an eyebrow, arm still extended to take his turn.

“Yeah, Hoseokie.” Jungkook mocked in a high pitched voice, lips pursed in a dramatic air kiss. “Go make us drinks.”

“Yah, brat!” Said man kicked a foot half heartedly at Jungkook, not that it would have dealt any damage anyway seeing how far apart they were sitting. “Maybe if you ask nicely I will.”

“Nevermind.” With a shrug, Jungkook leaned back in his seat, “I don’t want it that badly.”

“Please, Hobi. I’ll take literally anything other than tequila.” Namjoon sent his full shot glass a dirty look. He always had preferred dark liquor.

“Well since one of you knows how to use their manners.” That was it took to have Hoseok hopping out of his chair and sauntering around the corner to the kitchen with a shout over his shoulder. “No one play without me!”

“Make something strong!” Jin called after him, standing up himself. Brushing off everyone’s eyes on him, he straightened his shirt and stepped away from the couch. “Bathroom. Be right back.”

And then he made himself scarce as well.

“Well since everyone’s taking a break.” Jimin was staring down at the screen of his phone. You could just barely see a name flash across the screen as it vibrated in his hand. Standing, he gestured blindly to the front door. “I gotta take this.”

“Which booty call is it?” Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows at the petite man suggestively right before he exited the room. “Not that it’ll do any good out here. Unless they can teleport.”

“That would be a cool superpower.” The comment came from Jungkook, who was busying himself by playing some game on his phone. No one paid attention to the sound of the front door closing.

“Right?”

“You guys are lame.” Yoongi absentmindedly toyed with the milk jug on the floor with his foot, his attention taken up by whatever was on his phone.

He either felt your stare or you were just that predictable, because Yoongi looked up to  scrutinize you. His eyes narrowed and flashed over to Taehyung and back to you with an eyebrow raised. A silent, questioning what’s was that?

You only shook your head with a roll of your eyes and the protective anger simmering behind your brother’s eyes dimmed at your wordless, nothing, relax. It was a little relieving that even with the distance between the both of you, the ability to read each other’s mind was still there. And must have felt similar if the small smile at the corner of his mouth was any indication.

“Alright!” Hoseok’s loud voice filtered into the room as he rounded the corner with a tray held between both hands. Eight glasses filled with a yellow, bubbling liquid were balanced on top and you took a moment to silently pray for luck.There was a reason why Hoseok was always chosen to make drinks. And you wouldn’t make it out alive if you didn’t pace yourself.

“Wow, perfect timing.” From around the corner leading to the hallway emerged Jin. He eyed the suspicious looking drinks as he reclaimed his seat. “What’s in it?”

With a noise to seal everyone’s fate, the tray was placed on the table. Both Yoongi and Jungkook looked up from their phones and Namjoon paused to eye the glasses. Hoseok just shrugged. “No idea. There’s like--”

He halted his words and you could literally see the way mentally made calculations in his head. “Like five different types of alcohol in those? I think.”

“Better than tequila at least.” Namjoon shrugged and grabbed a glass for himself. He hesitated for a moment to sniff at the contents, like that would somehow help him discern what it was he was about to drink. And finally, he shrugged and took a tiny sip.

Everyone’s attention was on him as he tongued his lips and hummed. “Not bad. Kinda sweet actually.”

Namjoon’s conscensious was apparently all anyone else needed because you all reached forward to grab your own. But you couldn’t help but suspiciously eye the liquid in your cup first.

“Where’s Jimin?” Jin asked around a big swallow and an obnoxious smack of his lips.

“Taking a phone call.” Taehyung walked around Hoseok, who was still standing in front of the table, and reached for a dangerous cocktail. “He’ll probably be a while.”

“Should we wait then?” You asked.

“It wouldn’t be as fun without him.” Hoseok winked down at you. “Who knows what other secrets he has.”

“Messy.” Shaking his head, Jin snorted into his glass.

“Like you’re one to talk.” Jungkook stated nonchalantely, though the shit eating smirk on his lips told another story.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

You tuned out the bickering between the eldest and the youngest, especially when Taehyung joined in. Somehow they always managed to bring out the immature side of Jin, not that the mature side of the man appeared that often either. The alcohol was sweet, yet tangy on your tongue with an addictive aftertaste that chased away the bitter remnants of tequila. It was easy to drink more than intended with how difficult it was to percieve the alcohol content.

“Hey, Hoseok.” Namjoon’s raspy voice was almost drowned out by the yelling between the others. Both Hoseok and yourself looked over to the dimpled man, only to see him completely enraptured by the glass in his hands. Namjoon’s voice came out unsure, confused. “What did you put in this?”

“What?” Perplexed, Hoseok tilted his head. “I told you, like five--”

Namjoon cut him off with a small shake of his own head. “No. What did you put in this?”

“I don’t--”

“Did you drop acid in these?” Namjoon’s question caught the curiosity of the others in the room. Even Yoongi looked up from whatever he was reading on his phone.

Hoseok sent his drink a puzzled look. “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?” Mouth agape, you stared up at the man with a look of disbelief. “How do you not know?”

By the wide-eyed look he shot your way, you could already garner a guess. And apparently so could everyone else.

“Have you been tripping this whole time?” Taehyung collapsed back onto his end of the couch laughing so hard that you were a little concerned for the liquid splashing at the rim of his cup.

“Uh.” How you all missed his dialated pupils were was incredible. Hoseok paused for a moment before whirling around to face Namjoon. “Wait, how would you even be feeling it this quick if I had? It’s been like ten minutes, it shouldn’t have hit if I did.”

“Yeah?” Namjoon was still staring incredulously at the almost empty glass clutched in his hand. “Then why is my cup looking at me right now?”

“Oh shit.”

“Oh shit is right!” The sudden panic that welled up in your chest surged to your throat as you waved your almost empty cup at Hoseok. “I just drank like all of this! What the hell am I supposed to do?”

Never in your life had you ever taken fucking acid. Maybe some marijuana here or there, but that was about the extent of your recreational drug experience. God, what the hell had you gotten yourself into?

“Not freak out, that’s for sure.” Taehyung wet his lips and raised his glass to you in a salute before knocking it back. His adam’s apple bobbed as he chugged the whole glass of alcohol in one go.

“Maybe you should go lay down.” From across the room your brother gave you a concerned once over. He was extremely calm given the circumstances. Then again he used to hang out with Hoseok the most so he’d probably actually partaken before. “Try and sleep it off before it hits.”

Slowly, you nodded in agreement, already rising from the couch. You were pretty positive that you were the only person in the room who hadn’t taken the drug. And the thought of experiencing LSD was enough to tighten your chest with panic. Maybe it would be best if you tried to sleep before it properly hit your system.

“I think that’s a good idea.”

“Wait.” Hoseok stumbled over to you and grabbed at your arm. Before you could process what was happening, he slipped a pen out of the pocket of his pants and glanced over at the clock hanging on the wall. The scratching of the pen against your skin caught your attention as Hoseok wrote out the time from ten minutes ago.

“What’s this for?”

“That’s the time you drank it. It’ll be important later just in case you don’t know when or where you are.” Ignoring your I’m sorry, what?, Hoseok looked up at you from underneath his lashes. “Since this is your first time, I need you to pay strict attention to what I’m about to say, Princess. Got it?”

All you could do was nod your head, mind too overrun by alarm. Hoseok paused for a moment to convey the importance of what he was about to say next.

“Three rules for being on acid. One, and this doesn’t really apply to this situation, but it’s important: cars are real, okay? Two: anything you want to try, do it from the ground first. And three: don’t trust everything you see.”

“Very imformative.” Came Namjoon’s sarcastic reply. “Would have been helpful ten minutes ago.”

Hoseok paid no heed to the comment, too busy looking you over with concern. “Do you want me to walk you to your room?”

How he was completely functional was mind-blowing to you. But then again, with the amount of pressure his parents put on him to take over a company that he didn’t want, you weren’t surprised by the frequency of how much he tried to make himself forget.

“I think I’ll be okay.” You reassured both Hoseok and the rest of the room with a small smile. Gratefully, no one commented on how forced it was.

The only thing you wanted to do was collapse in bed before it was too late. Besides, it wasn’t like you weren’t tired anyway. It’d been a long day.

“If you’re sure.” Hoseok flashed his dimples and the rest of the room bid you goodnight as you slipped from the room.

                               Present Time

“Why are you all staring at me?” You asked incredulously.

“Because you left early.” The capped end of the marker tapped against Jin’s cheek from where he stood in front of the almost filled whiteboard.

“And?”

“And.” Jin stared at you over the rim of his glass of scotch. “That makes you a suspect.”

“Are you being serious right now?” Gaping, you surveyed the rest of the room to find them all looking at you with various degrees of doubt.

From your side piped up Hoseok for the first time in hours and the hoarsness of his voice showed it. “Wait, wait, wait. She wasn’t the only one who left. Besides, wouldn’t that not make her a suspect since she wasn’t even there when we all told each other our secrets?”

His statement gave Jin pause.

Yoongi scrunched his eyebrows together in bewilderment at the statement. “Who else left?”

A moment of silence.

A quick intake of breath.

Hoseok turning to stare at you with wide eyes that knew too much. And it seemed like he wasn’t the only quick witted one in the room because Namjoon’s jaw dropped open in shock.

“I’m confused.” Jin pursed his lips in annoyance at the scene. “Explain.”

Hoseok just shook his head, scandalized. And upon seeing how Hoseok failed to explain, Namjoon took it upon himself to do the honors, ignoring your pleading eyes with an apologetic expression. The fucking traitor.

He cleared his throat, “One person left the room after her. Remember?”

Said person froze, eyes wide and breath stalling in his throat as all attention switched to him.

“Oh yeah.” Nodding, Jin turned his analysing gaze to the person in question. “Where did you go?”

You could literally see the moment that the cogs in your brother’s brain halted and the split second the realization slowly dawned on his face. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension as your brother stood from the couch with absolute rage clouding his face. Fists clenched at his sides like he had to physically stop himself from exploding, Yoongi’s words were bitten out between his teeth.

“You fucked my sister?”

“I-” Jungkook sprang up from the couch, hands raised in surrender and doe eyes blown wide. The rest of the room was too busy staring on in shock (Taehyung), or in messy interest (Jimin), or open mouthed surprise (Jin) to step inbetween Jungkook and your brother. “It’s not what you think.”

Yoongi was seething, tonguing his cheek in a way that warned how close he was to snapping. “Not what I think.”

Jungkook nodded his head vigorously, shooting you a look begging for an assist. But you didn’t know what to say to stop it. And upon noticing your hesistation, Jungkook turned back to your brother and uttered a sentence that sealed his fate in the worst way possible.

“We’re not even dating!”

While Jungkook had enough muscle and strength to disuede a majority of people from trying to pick a fight with him, Yoongi was small and lithe, but strong in a way that most people wouldn’t expect. Your brother had been in many fights throughout the years; he used to hang around the wrong crowd growing up. He was rarely angry, his patience was almost never ending. But if you managed to push him over that line, well, everyone knew not to get on Yoongi’s bad side.

His face clouded, feet carrying him into Jungkook’s personal space. Yoongi’s voice was dangerous and words slow. “So you’re just using my sister for sex?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened even further with panic, but he didn’t step down, didn’t move out of your brother’s range. “That’s not--that’s not what I meant.”

“Yeah? Then what did you mean?” Even you could tell that the question was rhetorical.

The tenstion of an impending fight finally spurred you to stand up and stumble a few steps closer to the pair, voice pleading. “Yoongi.”

He turned to glance at you from over his shoulder with furious cat-like eyes and hackles bristled. His stare froze you in your tracks, but you continued on regardless. “It’s fine.”

“Fine.” Yoongi’s tone was blank before he rounded on you. “How long?”

There was nothing that would ever make you feel as small as the way he was looking at you right then. Like he didn’t know who you were, like he was staring into the face of a stranger. Your voice was tiny. “A few months.”

Your brother nodded his head, lips tight. “So you’ve been going behind my back, lying to me, for months?”

He rounded back on Jungkook. “You’ve been fucking my sister for months?”

Again, the question was rhetorical, but apparently Jungkook missed the way you quickly shook your head at him to keep his mouth shut. “I--yes?”

You knew it was coming and yet you we still taken by surprise.

A crack rang heavy in the air as Yoongi’s fist impacted Jungkook’s face. He stumbled back with a hand flying to grasp at the pain you knew was radiating through his jaw. But Jungkook didn’t hit back, didn’t give your brother the fight that he was looking for. He just stood there, palm pressed to his face and eyes rooted to the floor. You couldn’t make out his expression by the way his long hair fell in front of his face like a curtain.

Yoongi, however, looked far from satisfied.

By the was his back tensed, you knew that he was going to go for seconds, and probably thirds, maybe even fourths. Until he felt like Jungkook had paid enough retribution for him to stop. And that, it seemed, was where Jin drew the line.

“Yoongi.” Jin’s voice was almost hesitant. Even the elder man knew that your brother was on a very short fuse and didn’t want to be on the recieving end of the backlash.

Yoongi’s attention flickered over to Jin for a split second and that was all it took for the elder man to step forward. “Kick his ass later, I don’t care. But now isn’t the time; we have bigger fish to fry.”

There was a long, tense filled silence where no one dared to move. Jin just stood his ground, gaze holding your brother’s and refusing to back down. And whether or not that's what broke the fight apart, you weren’t sure. But with one last hostile glare at Jungkook, Yoongi turned on his heel and brushed past you without a second glance.

“Do what the fuck you want.”

The balcony door slammed shut so hard you flinched.

“That was..,” Taehyung let out a low whistle, shaking his head at Jungkook first and then you. With a wiggle of his eyebrows, he smirked. “Didn’t know you had it in you, Princess. Congrats on finally losing your innocence.”

You weren’t one to pick a fight with anybody, didn’t like confrontation. But all of the stress made you snap. “Shut your fucking mouth, Taehyung.”

From the corner of your eye, Jimin sipped at his scotch with eyes flitting back and forth between you and the blond to watch the drama unfold. There was a pause in the air before Namjoon filled it. “Let’s just finish what we came here to do.”

His words went in one ear and out the other, your attention focused more on the figure of your brother slumped over the balcony railing. Your feet carried you across the room before you could second guess yourself. The handle of the sliding door was cold against your palm as you slid it open. And the sudden breeze that hit your face was biting.

Cigarette smoke.

Yoongi hadn’t smoked cigarettes since he was in highschool. You didn’t even know where he got one. Guilt sank heavily in your stomach at being the catalyst to the habit he’d spent so long trying to kick.

Not even the noise of city life could cover the sound of your heart beating a tattoo into your rib cage. Yoongi didn’t move, didn’t even turn to look at you when you stood next to him. He just continued to stare down at the people below who covered the streets like ants. A lit cigarette dangled in his hand over the railing, white smoke disappearing into the sky. You let the quiet stretch for a few moments longer in order to gauge his anger. And when he failed to acknowledge your presense, you spoke.

“I wanted to tell you.” The words that left your lips were carried by the wind, but you knew he heard them anyway by the way his jaw clenched in your periphrial. A deep breath, and then, “But I was afraid.”

Whatever he thought you were going to say must not have been that because he angled his head to look at you. But you kept your vision trained on the cars passing far below. The silence he responded with urged you to continue.

“I didn’t want you to look at me the way you are now.”

Yoongi rubbed the end of his cigarette against the railing to extinguish it. And finally, his deep voice broke the bubble that encased the two of you. “You thought I’d be disappointed.”

Leave it to him to be able to dig right to the root of your problems with barely any information. He was called a genuis for a reason, you supposed.

A huff of dry laughter passed your lips. “Which you are.”

“Only because you hid it from me.”

His response had you turning to look over at him. Yoongi was staring at a spot on the building across from you without seeing it, jaw sharp and cheeks already turning red in the winter air. It was a testiment to his anger that he was even enduring it in the first place.

“You really think I’d be disappointed in you for being an adult? You must not know me as well as I thought then.”

He turned, brown eyes meeting your own like a mirror. People always used to say that the two of you looked alike, could pass as twins even. “I don’t want to hear the details of your...business, but I thought you’d at least trust me enough to confide in me that you’re in love with him.”

Yoongi’s words took you aback and you gaped at him in shock. “How did you know?”

He simply raised an eyebrow with a silent really? “It’s pretty obvious.”

“Seriously?” You spluttered, spit catching in your throat. Had you really been that obvious? Talk about embarassing.

He sighed. “I think the only person who hasn’t realized is him.”

Groaning, you buried your face in your hands. “Do you think anyone would notice if I just jumped over the railing right now?”

Yoongi hummed, not even trying to hide his amusement. “I don’t think Jin would want to have to fill out that kind of paperwork.”

“He’ll live. Might even thank me for the free publicity.”

A snort left your brother before he sobered and leaned his elbows on the railing. A comforting pause and then, “I got signed to a record label.”

“What?” You twisted to the side to stare him down as he nervously ran a hand through his blond hair. “As a producer?”

Yoongi’s eyes met your again, most likely trying to gauge your reaction to what he was going to say next. Whatever he found must have satisfied him. “As an artist.”

“Yoongi.”

He broke eye contact to once again stare down at the tiny dots below. “That’s where I was this morning. I was signing my contract.”

Your hands came up to grasp onto the arm closest to you and you squeezed to gain his attention. “That’s so great, Yoongi! I know you used to rap back in the day, but I didn’t know you still did. I’m so proud of you. You’re going to be so amazing!”

A gummy smile finally found its way onto his face as he looked at you with masked excitement. “Yeah?”

“Seriously, Yoongs.” You nodded your head with rapid quickness, a grin revealing your teeth. “I want the first copy of your album. And it better be signed too.”

Yoongi hissed through his teeth. “You’ll have to pay a premium for that, sorry.”

Your hand slapped the covered meat of his arm and your laughter that intermingled with his broke through the invisible wall between you. “Aish. Cheapskate.”

His lips parted, most likely to shoot off a sarcastic response, but the sliding of the balcony door interrupted. Both of you turned to look over at Namjoon standing in the entryway. His face was taut with an emotion you couldn’t discern, but with the way raised voices spilled from the open door answered your unasked question. You exchanged glances with Yoongi before trailing after him as he brushed past Namjoon.

Everyone was standing now, attention trained on the way Taehyung once again stood in the center of the room. He glanced up from the phone in his hand at the entrance of you and Yoongi, his other stuffed deep in the pocket of his slacks. The air he carried was haughty, knowing. And he greeted you with a raise of his brows.

“Well, now that we’re all present, let’s get this out of the way, shall we?”

“What’s going on?” Your feet came to a halt as you slid in to stand next to Hoseok and your brother. The former gave you a tiny smile at seeing the tenstion between you and Yoongi gone.

“What’s going on,” Taehyung waved his phone in the air like a token. “Is that while you two were off settling your differences, I got a text.”

“Congratulations.” Yoongi deadpanned, but the model ignored him in favor of continuing.

“I think you’ll be interested in what I have to say.” Taehyung shrugged and barreled on without waiting for a response. “Because you see, while you all were too busy playing Clue, I got into contact with my cousin earlier this morning. You know, the one who works for my mother’s magazine company?

“Anyway, as you all probably aren’t aware of, my cousin used to do some side work with the government in cybersecurity. And wouldn’t you know, Gossip Girl isn’t as untouchable as she thinks.”

“Oh, shit.” Namjoon’s eyes widened as he came to the same conclusion that was slowly starting to dawn on everyone else.

“Oh shit is right.” Taehyung nodded. “My cousin found a backdoor past her firewall and straight into the heart of her most coveted possession.”

The man paused, like a movie villian right before a grand reveal. “Her sources.”

“And?” Jin tossed the dry eraser he still held in his hand onto the coffee table imaptiently.

“And wouldn’t you know,” once again, Taehyung waved his phone back and forth in the air like the cat that caught the canary. “At exactly 3:32 this morning, she got an email from a recipient by the name of...”

“I swear to god, stop playing games Taehyung.” Yoongi huffed out in annoyance at the dramatics the other man was playing at.

“So impatient.” Taehyung tutted, arrogant stare meeting everyone else’s before he finally opened his mouth and dropped the bombshell.

“Park Jimin.”

Said man stared open mouthed at the man in shock, unable to formulate a proper response over all the shouts of anger. Jimin threw his hands up in surrender and backed up until his calves hit the side of the couch. “What? No--I--it wasn’t me, I swear!”

“Yeah?” Taehyung stepped into his personal space and shoved his phone under his nose. “Then explain the evidence.”

“I--”

“You were the only one who wasn’t drugged that night.” The blond continued, bulldozing over Jimin’s high-pitched voice. “You were the only one sober who was present when the rest of us confided our private affairs. And--”

His finger jab into the smaller man’s chest. “You’re the only one who had something to gain from ratting us out.”

“Gain what, exactly?” Jin’s voice was steel, broad shoulders straightened with a quiet rage that honestly scared you.

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Taehyung glanced at Jin from over his shoulder before digging his finger into Jimin’s chest harder. “He was offered a large sum of money to take us all down.”

“By who?” This time the question came from Namjoon, who’s expression was clouded over with a mix of betrayal and the want for retribution. He had the most to lose out of all of you from the leak afterall.

“That’s a good question.” The model rounded back on a wide-eyed Jimin. “Who indeed.”

“Look,” Jimin liked his lips anxiously under the weight of everyone’s simmering fury. “They offered, but I refused--”

“Who?” Jin stalked over to the petite man, the air around him dangerous.

“I-I don’t know.” Jimin stammered. “They were anonymous. But I swear I didn’t--”

He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Jin fisted the front of his shirt and shook him hard. You could hear his teeth rattle from feet away. “You little fucking rat.

“I want you to listen, and listen very carefully.” The elder man’s voice was sharp, syllables carefully annunciated. And with a flex of the muscles in his bicep he threw Jimin from his grip so hard that the smaller man stumbled to the floor. “You have twenty-four hours to get the fuck out of my city before I do something that I’ll regret.”

From his place sprawled out on the floor, Jimin’s pleas to be heard went ignored.

“And if I ever catch wind of you stepping even a toe over the state line, it’s over for you.” Everyone in the room knew that Jin’s threat wasn’t to be taken lightly; he’d follow through on his word. “Now get the fuck out of my hotel and pray that I never see your face again.”

Jimin’s eyes quickly flitting back and forth between the seven of you as if trying to find someone to take up for him, to plead his case. And when his gaze met yours, you broke eye contact, choosing to stare at the rug under your feet instead. The feeling that churned your gut was heavy as your heart slowly hardened towards a man who you couldn’t even look at anymore. Who you were once able to call a best friend.

The heels of Jimin’s shoes scuffed the floor as he slowly stood, lips parting to give one final parting blow. “You really shouldn’t trust everything you hear.”

And then he was gone.

Betrayal tested bitter on your tongue.

                               Six Hours Later

The sound of the elevator door opening halted you in your tracks with one foot on the staircase leading up. Out from within the confines of the steel box stepped a familiar head of dark hair and your heart stopped in your chest before picking up speed.

“What are you doing here?” Your lips parted at the object held tight in one of his hands, the pop of color catching your eye. “And with those.”

“I--” Jungkook licked his lips and threaded his free hand through his locks. The nervous look on his face was something you hadn’t seen aimed at you before and it caused a feeling you didn’t want to acknowledge to well up in your chest.

He stepped further into your apartment, his all black outfit standing out against the bright interior. You hadn’t seen him since everyone left Jin’s earlier. He’d departed so fast that you hadn’t been able to apologize for the way Yoongi punched him. And now there he was, fidgeting in the middle of your foyer.

“I wanted to talk.” Jungkook’s voice caressed your ears.

“Okay.” You nodded slowly, stepping down from the stairs and gesturing to the sitting room across from you. He trailed behind as you entered and sat down on one of the couches. But instead of sitting somewhere else, he plopped down right next to you. The paper in his ringed hand crinkled around the two dozen roses it contained.

Jungkook hesitated for a moment before shyly extending the bouquet out for you to take. Your fingers brused against his as you slowly accepted them from his grasp. “I got these for you.”

You completely and utterly failed at hiding your smile and chose to bury your nose into the soft petals to distract yourself from the anxious way he played with his hands. Sweet, they smelled sweet. “What’s the occasion?”

Never had he ever done something like that before. Jungkook and romance wasn’t something that went together in your expierience. And there it was again, that feeling that you chose not to name.

“Y/N.”

The seriousness in his voice had your head jerking upwards. He was staring down, fiddling with one of the rings on his fingers. “I think we should stop.”

Your stomach dropped to the floor and your mouth went numb around the response you forced yourself to give. “Stop?”

Jungkook’s gaze lifted to meet your blank stare and he nodded slowly. “Stop hooking up.”

You were thankful that he didn’t comment on how small your voice sounded. “Why?”

“Because,” his fingers grabbed at yours gently and you couldn’t help but drop your eyes to the way he intertwined them. “I don’t want to hook up with you anymore.”

His grip on you tightened when you tried to pull away, his other hand lifting your chin until you looked at him again. Jungkook’s lips were parted, two prominent front teeth displayed. “I want to date you.”

A pause.

A sharp intake of breath and the tightening of fingers. “I’m sorry, what?”

Now he definitely looked nervous. Jungkook’s words came out quickly, like he was afraid you’d stop him before he could get them all out. “I’ve been in love with you for years, Y/N. And I thought that maybe if you hooked up with me, you’d fall for me too. But I...I don’t want to lose you because I took too long.”

All you could do was stare open-mouthed and bug eyed. And the longer you took, the more Jungkook started to fidget. “Look, please just say something.”

“You’re an idiot.” He flinched at the deadpan tone in your voice. “I’ve been in love with you for the longest time.”

“Really?” Hope filled his voice and he leaned closer, both hands capturing yours. “Seriously?”

Giddy, you grinned so hard your cheeks hurt under the strain. “Yes, really.”

“Can I--can I kiss you?” With a shy nod, you let Jungkook’s hands come up to gently cradle your cheeks.

It was different, the way his mouth captured yours. Instead of the fierce desire he usually kissed you with, this time it was slow, gentle. And god his lips were soft and your heart rate skyrocketed at the love that showed through the way he pressed against you.

“Don’t make me kick your ass.”

The deep voice of your brother had you and Jungkook pushing away from each other like teenagers caught by their parents. And both of your necks snapped over to see Yoongi walking past the entryway to the sitting room. A teasing smirk was aimed your way as he continued on his path to the elevator.

“Mind your business!” Your shout was met with Yoongi’s high-pitched giggle.

                            Eighteen Hours Later

      Well, UpperEast Siders, did you enjoy the story? Because I sure did. Oh, and what’s this? Looks like not even a dark scandal can force Bangtan out of the light.

Laughter rang loud through the busy resturant and all eyes turned at the sound. But the seven of you paid no mind to the stares.

“A toast.” Jin stood in the middle of the half circle you all formed around the bar, a glass of bubbly champagne raised high. “To lifelong friendship.”

         Spotted: Manhattan’s King. But can he really be crowned royalty when his throne was built on the steps of family betrayal? I’d say just ask his brother, but, well, be careful or you might just disappear too.

“And,” Namjoon raised his own glass into the air, golden liquid catching the light. “To trust.”

          Oh, and what’s this? I wonder, how will our lovely God of Destruction talk his way out of jail time? Tell me, do they teach you how to get away with embezzlement in law school?

Hoseok’s dimples came out to play around his own bright smile. “Don’t forget loyalty.”

          It’s a surprise that Manhattan’s Sunshine is even able to stand underneath the weight of a dead body. And if the allegations are true? Well, stay away from drugs, kids.

“And love.” The addition came shyly from your lips as you gazed warmly up at the man to your side. Jungkook’s lips pressed fondly to your forehead.

            If anyone needs help passing their SAT’s, make sure to hit up our Golden Boy. Surely he’ll get you a passing grade if the price is high enough.

“To success.” Yoongi smiled and raised his glass in a salute, skin glowing.

            Can a Genius really be a genius if he has to buy his way to a degree? Someone’s money should have gone towards a tutor instead.

The sound of seven glasses clinking together overpowered the other voices in the room. “Here, here!”

             Everything appears to have gone back to normal ever since our resident Pretty Boy was outed as a little tattletale.

It was raining.

Water pelted the top of his umbrella, the soft plop-plop-plop blending into the noise of city life. People bustled around him, but he didn’t pay it any mind. No, instead his focus was rooted to one spot, one person who he could see through the glass windows of the resturant. One person who’s profile he would recognize anywhere.

He watched, silent, as the man threw his head back in laughter that ghosted his ears. And either he felt the stare burning into the side of his face, or he was expecting him to be there. Because with a turn of the neck, brown eyes met brown. And the tension was palpable on his tongue even through the walls that separated them.

             Out with the old and in with the new, that’s what I always say. Oh, and one last thing:

A haughty smirk turned up the corners of Taehyung’s lips and Jimin watched with narrowed eyes as the blond man raised his glass of champagne in a silent salute.

  You really shouldn’t trust everything you hear.

                                         xoxo,

                                    Gossip Girl

[sohin-ace]

Joseph - Makeup

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3. This is an old work, the writing has improved ever since.

Enjoy~

You were on your day off of work. Joseph who was your long time friend asked you to join him in the south since he was going to Mexico for yet another bizarre adventure.

You didn't live very far from the frontier so you accepted. Right now you were staying at a relatives house while they were abroad. Joseph told you he would come over, and so you waited for the guy.

Speaking of the devil you heard a violent knock on your door, scaring the living daylight out of you.

"Y/N open up!! It's me!"

You would recognize that booming voice anywhere. You rushed to open the door, smiling to yourself, and greeted him coolly, leaning against the door frame.

"Oh hey there big boy." you smoothly said "So you need me?"

Joseph played along a smirk present on his face and pushed you inside by your shoulders and closed the door behind him.

"Listen up woman, I have an amazing plan and only you can be my accomplice for this!"

You furrowed your brows, showing him your best 'wtf' look. That's Joseph for you, always coming out of nowhere with funny businesses. And always putting you into them too.

"Oh? What can I do for you then? Nothing weird, this time, I hope." you said, feeling a bit suspicious.

He smirked darkly and leaned in dangerously close to your face.

"Remember when you said you wanted to give me a makeover?"

Your eyes lit up.

"Oh my goooood" you exclaimed "It looks so good on you !!!"

Right now you were applying a nice shade of blush on Joseph's cheeks.

Turns out the guy needed to look like a sexy woman to bait some pervy guards at the millitary base entrance, and, let's face it, even with the best make up artist in the world it would have never worked.

The guy was 6 feet tall, built like a freaking wartank with a deep ass voice, his 'genius' plan was doomed before it even started.

But you still accepted to help him because there was no way you would pass on the golden opportunity of seeing Joseph Joestar crossdressing. No, it was too beautiful.

You didn't even bother making him look good, you just played with the make up, trying different shades and techniques, in fact you could get used to it. It was way too fun. He also asked you to put earrings and hair accessories on him.

What a great day you were having.

"Y/N add more. Who do you think I am?" he asked as the 'natural' look didn't seem to be enough for him.

"You're the boss." You dabbed your brush into the pan, taking some product.

"More!" You dabbed again, your eyes squinting at him. That was more than enough, what the hell was he even babbling about. Before you could bring the brush to his face, he yelled.

"MOOOORE !"

"DUDE STOP! THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH I CAN PUT ON A SINGLE BRUSH! SHUT UP!"

"BITCH, MY FACE, MY RULES. NOW PUT MORE OF THAT SHIT ON ME, WOMAN!"

You violently slammed the blush against the table and grabbed your lash curler, bringing it inches away from his eye menacingly.

"Lower your voice, Joestar, or I won't hesitate to use this." You threatened with a dark, quiet tone, and the man flinched, backing away from the scary-looking apparel.

"Eeww, what is that??? No, really what is that creepy ass thing?? Get that away from me, you witch!" He squirmed in his seat, not even imagining what girls would make a use of a torture weapon like this.

After this, you applied another huge unblendable quantity of blush on him. The guy was way too into this for his own good.

"Also this color is good, no! This one!" he pointed at the strongest, deepest shade of red lipstick you had in your stash. You giggled like a japanese schoolgirl. You couldn't wait.

You took the chosen lipstick and put your fingers delicately under his chin, tilting his head up towards you. You leaned in close to his face to apply the lipstick. He subsconsciously puckered his lips to help you and you thought that was pretty cute.

Even if Joseph was your friend you couldn't help but find him very charming and attractive.

Although you made him look like a thot right now, up close you still weren't immune to his strong masculine traits and the faint smell of his cologne.

You blushed a little bit and you swore you could feel his face warm up as well, but you couldn't be sure since the amount of make up probably hid his potentially blushing face.

You stared at his lips as you applied to color and thought of how perfectly full and plump his lips were. You had to muster an astronomical amount of self control to resist the urge to kiss him.

As if he was reading your mind, he purred, smirking.

"So, am I making you gay, yet?"

"Ooh, I am so gay right now, you don't even know." you played along, joking with him.

It was always this wholesome with him. Your expression softened as for you, it was delightful to be with him, and to look at him.

You finished and smiled at the results. He looked... 'gorgeous'.

"Lemme see!! Lemme see !!!" he demanded excitedly.

You showed him the small mirror and he let out his infamous "OH GOOOOOD" and you swore you could see stars in his eyes. You could hardly supress your laugh at his precious reaction.

After 30 minutes of him trying different dresses -and destroying half of them since they weren't even close to his size- you managed to find him something that fit, or at least that fit with some arrangements.

Luckily for him, it was colorful and bright with a bunch of patterns, blue, pink, purple, yellow, you name it. Joseph was in bliss. You on the other hand were this close to pissing your pants.

"Now Y/N give me the biggest boobs you can! That's the most important part!"

Ah yes... The most important part.

"Ah! I forgot about that uh.. What can we do.. Ah! I think I must have some melons around, is that okay?"

"He he he he he" he laughed his signature laugh "Perfect..."

"OHHH MY GOOOOOODD" He stared at himself in the body length mirror and you just wanted to die in the background.

"I'M SO.... SEXY !" He started to play with his fake boobs moving the fruits all around in unnatural ways and you were crying so hard behind him you could only bury your face in his back and slap him repeatedly trying to calm down and breathe.

"JOJO I CAN'T-" you laugh-sobbed "You look so amazing I'm-" you wheezed, not even able to finish your sentence.

He joined you on your laughing spree, thinking about how much of a genius he was.

Sometimes you were so grateful to have him in your life, only him could make you laugh like that with his weird shenanigans. You hoped he never changed.

"So Y/N, how is it like to be the ugly friend? No don't answer, actually, it's hard for me too, being this hot is a lot of pressure." He said with a shit-eating grin and striking a pose.

"I wish I could give you at least half of my boobs, you desperately need some."

"Oh shut up, you ass!" you slapped him arm hard, blushing a bit at the unnecessary comment on your chest size.

"Now if you're finished get out!" you said half jokingly.

"Thank you again sister~ You're, like, the best girl everrrrrr" he spoke with a disgusting voice impression of what he imagined girls talked like, which ended up sounding stupid.

"Ewww, you're welcome Jojo but please stop talking like that" your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

After a while he decided it was time for him to go and put his plan to execution. He thanked you again with a big grin, opened the door and walked off. But before he could go too far you called him out.

"Ah Jojo!" He stopped and turned around to face you.

"I'm all in for your weird plans and stuff but please... Be careful, and come back safe..."

Joseph noticed the seriousness and worry laced in your tone and he approached you.

"...Of course, I promise I'll be back in one piece." he then softly pushed your hair out of your face and pressed his lips against your forehead gently.

You closed your eyes and softly grabbed his hand that was still lingering at the side of your face and squeezed it lightly before you let go. He separated from the kiss and just like that he was gone.

You stood there at the doorway, watching him go on his motorbike, with a worried look on your face until you realized.

"Wha- he smeared the lipstick all over my forehead !!"

Tequila Joseph is what I aspire to be as a woman.

[winchester-fantasies]

Backtrack - Summer of ‘98: Chapter 3

Backtrack Masterlist

Series Summary: What if you were the one Dean came to instead of Lisa? Rewrite of “Swan Song” and some of S6.

Word Count: 2252

Warnings: fluff, light angst

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

A/N: Chapter 3′s song: Tides by Swimming Tapes.

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

“I don’t know,” you said skeptically, surveying yourself in the mirror. “I mean, is this really...me?” You turned towards your friend and gestured to the flowered sundress and sandals. 

“Of course it’s you!” your friend, Andrea, exclaimed, jumping up from the bed and turning you back towards the mirror. “You look beautiful, and Dean’s going to think so, too.”

You blushed at the thought and bit your lower lip. “You really think so?” 

“I know so,” Andrea said, giving you a reassuring smile and squeezing your biceps gently. “Do you trust me?” she asked suddenly, turning and going over to her purse lying on your bed.

“You know I do,” you scoffed as you watched her rummage through the bag.

“Good,” she said. “Because I have an idea.”

“Okay…” you said suspiciously.

Andrea held up a small tube of lipstick. Your eyes widened, suddenly feeling very nervous. “N...no,” you stuttered. “I’m good.”

“(Y/N)!” Andrea snapped. “You said you trusted me! I’m your best friend, and I know you better than you know yourself. I know you’re a tomboy, but would it really hurt you to branch out? Just a little? And just for tonight?”

You bit your lip and looked to the floor. You knew Andrea was right. You’d never been a girly girl. You hardly ever wore dresses, preferring your jeans and t-shirts. And on the rare occasion you did wear dresses it was always with Converse and your hair in a ponytail. And you hated makeup. Especially lipstick. 

But maybe Andrea was right. You never put yourself out there or stepped out of your comfort zone. Maybe you did need to push yourself a little. “Okay,” you said, nodding once and squaring your jaw.

Andrea raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You’re serious?” she asked incredulously.

“Just do it already!” you clipped. “Before I lose my nerve.”

“Okay,” Andrea chuckled. “Little Miss ‘Livin’ On the Wild Side’.”

“Shut up,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Sit,” Andrea directed, gesturing to your bed. You perched on the end, raising your face to the light when she told you to. Her eyes were focused as she rolled the creamy lipstick over your lips, making sure it was flawless before she put the cap back on. “There!” she said triumphantly. “Go take a look.”

You smiled timidly before sliding off the bed and going to the mirror. “Wow,” you breathed, your eyes widening at the sight. Your lips were now a soft shade of pink, almost peach, the color contrasting just enough with your skin to bring attention to the plump flesh of your mouth. “I’m hot!” you blurted.

“You totally are!” Andrea laughed, making you blush when you realized what you’d said. “Told you you could trust me.”

“You’re right once again,” you said, grinning as you turned back around. 

“What would you ever do without me?” Andrea teased.

You put your finger dramatically to your chin as if deeply contemplating her question. “Probably die,” you finally said with a shrug of your shoulders.

Andrea laughed. “What time is Dean coming to get you again?”

“7:00,” you said, glancing at the clock. Your stomach clenched. “So...in fifteen minutes…. Andrea...I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Listen,” Andrea said. “I know you haven’t felt like yourself since you and Caleb broke up, but I really think this would be a good thing. I like Dean. He seems like a nice guy, he’s cute, and he doesn’t strike me as someone who plays games. At least not from what you’ve told me.” She came up and hugged you tight. “Go. Have fun.”

“Okay,” you finally conceded just as the doorbell rang. You heard the door open and muffled voices downstairs before footsteps approached the staircase.

“(Y/N)!” Leah hollered up the stairs. “Your date’s here!”

Your stomach flipped, and you looked to Andrea, your eyes wide. “Go,” she chuckled, practically pushing you out the door.

You walked down the stairs nervously. You found Dean standing near the front door, twiddling a set of keys in his hand as he looked around at the family pictures on your walls. He looked up as you descended the last step, his green eyes lighting up. 

“Hey,” you murmured.

“Hey,” Dean said, grinning. “You look gorgeous,” he breathed, his eyes sweeping over you.

“Thanks,” you said, feeling a blush creep up your face, your shyness getting the better of you again.

“You ready?” he asked eagerly.

“Yep!” you said, picking up your crossbody bag from the table by the door. 

He opened the door, standing off to the side as you approached. “Ladies first,” he said, gesturing to the entrance.

You giggled before walking through, pausing while he closed the door. “A lot nicer inside when there’s not a party and people aren’t puking,” Dean said, jabbing his thumb behind him.

“It is,” you chuckled. You started down the sidewalk towards town, but stopped when you didn’t hear Dean following.

You found him still standing in the driveway, an amused smirk on his face. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” he asked.

“To the carnival,” you said in confusion.

“And how did you expect to get there?” Dean asked.

“By...walking,” you said. “I do it all the time.”

“Well, not today you’re not,” Dean said, starting for his house.

You frowned before hurrying to catch up with him. “What do you mean?” you asked once you were by his side again.

“You’ll see,” Dean said vaguely, sending you a wink. He walked to the garage where he deftly pulled the heavy door open. Their Chevy Impala sat inside, freshly washed and waxed. Dean stood back, gauging your reaction.

“No way,” you breathed. “We’re taking her?” 

“Yep,” Dean said proudly. “Wouldn’t be a proper date if we didn’t.”

“How did you manage that?” you asked, walking over to the vehicle, your hand trailing lightly over the sleek, black metal. You knew his dad was particularly possessive over the Impala after observing them over the few weeks since they’d moved in, rarely letting Dean drive, if ever.

“Dad’s taking a few days off from...uh, work. Told him I needed Baby for a job of my own,” Dean said.

“Baby?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yep, good ol’ Baby,” Dean said, slapping a hand on her trunk affectionately. “Been the only one I needed. ‘Til now.” He glanced up at you when he said the last part, and you couldn’t help the butterflies that danced in your stomach.

You cleared your throat, desperate to keep the silly grin that threatened to cross your lips. “So,” you said. “You know you’re not getting paid for this “job,” right?” you asked playfully.

“I’m not worried about money, when I’m getting paid in something better,” Dean said with a smirk. “Kisses.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Feeling lucky, huh?” 

“Am I right?” Dean asked, his voice playful but with an undertone of hopefulness.

“We’ll see,” you said coyly.

Dean chuckled before coming around to the passenger’s side. “You really ready this time?” he asked with a chuckle, opening your door for you.

You smiled and nodded before sliding into the car, the warm leather soft against the backs of your thighs. Dean shut the door behind you before going around to the driver’s side and climbing in. He started the Impala, the engine roaring to life and leveling off to a steady hum. 

Dean sent you a grin before he started backing Baby up and out of the garage. Before long you were on the highway, headed to the carnival only a few streets over. 

The boardwalk and surrounding area were busy as Dean parked the car. He quickly alighted from the Impala, pocketing the keys and hurrying around to the passenger’s side and opening your door for you.

“Thank you,” you said, stepping out and grabbing your bag.

You and Dean started for the carnival, the sounds of laughter, playful screams, and the smells of kettle corn and cotton candy filled the air. “Where to first?” Dean asked as you passed under the carnival banner.

You looked around at everything being offered before pointing to the carousel. Dean cocked an eyebrow. “Isn’t that for little kids?” 

“No!” you scoffed. “And even if it is, I’m a big kid at heart.”

Dean chuckled as you made your way over to the ride. It wasn’t long before you were both settled on the carousel, you on your white palomino and Dean on his black stallion.

Soon the scenery of the carnival was flashing by. Dean’s face was lit up as he watched you, wind in your hair, head tipped back and a wide grin on your lips as you let go and enjoyed the exhilaration of it all.

But all too soon the ride was over. “That was so much fun!” you exclaimed, smoothing down your windswept hair. 

“It was,” Dean admitted with a grin. “Where to next?” 

“I’ve already picked. It’s your turn,” you said, adjusting your bag across your shoulder.

“Well, I was kinda thinking the fun house,” Dean said. “But we don’t have to if you don’t….”

“Let’s go!” you said excitedly, grabbing his hand and practically running over to the brightly colored building with the face of a clown as its front. Dean presented two tickets to the attendant before leading you inside, his hand never leaving yours.

You walked through, enjoying the various attractions. There was a floor that tipped back and forth and backwards and forwards, resulting in you grasping onto Dean’s arm while his snaked around your waist to hold you steady; fun house mirrors that distorted your bodies beyond recognition and had you and Dean bursting at the seams with laughter; the jet air vents that had you feeling like Marilyn Monroe; and the ball pit you and Dean had to navigate to get to the exit.

By the time you reached the end, you were both hot and sweaty messes. You wiped your hand across your brow, enjoying the light breeze that cooled your heated skin. “I need something to drink after that workout!” you panted, fanning your face.

Dean chuckled, holding out his hand to you. “C’mon.” He lead you to one of the food trucks advertising corn dogs, funnel cakes, and freshly squeezed lemonade. He ordered one of the lemonades, grabbing two straws before coming back to you, settling himself down on the wooden bench beside you. He handed you the plastic cup, you drinking the sweet and tart liquid greedily. “You having fun?” Dean asked as you handed him back the drink. You nodded as he took a sip. “Good,” he said with a grin. “Any idea what you wanna do next?” 

“Well, I’ve been craving cotton candy since we got here,” you said with a giggle.

“Cotton candy it is,” Dean said before taking another sip.

“So how do you like it here?” you asked as you and Dean walked along the outskirts of the carnival. You popped a piece of the pink candy floss into your mouth before offering some to Dean.

Dean pinched some of the fluffy candy between his fingers, placing it in his mouth and letting it melt on his tongue before responding. “I like it,” he said. “It’s so different from Texas, and anywhere we’ve lived really.”

“How so?” you asked, taking another bite and watching him out of the corner of your eye.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “It’s just the people, the town, the atmosphere…. It all just...feels like home.”

Your heart seized up as he spoke, a wistful and almost sad tone in his voice. Even though you’d never talked about it, you knew he’d had a rough life; a life already burdening him even at his young age. You stopped walking, Dean coming to a halt when he realized you weren’t by his side anymore. He turned to look at you, a questioning look in his mossy eyes. 

“Everything okay?” he asked in concern.

You smiled and closed the small distance between you, taking his hand in yours and brushing your thumb over the back of his larger one. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

He grinned, his eyes growing soft. “I am, too.” He cleared his throat and glanced to the ground quickly before meeting your gaze once more. “So, uh, you wanna go do something else?”

“Sure,” you said with a soft smile and quick squeeze of his hand. 

Minutes later you and Dean were seated on the Sizzler, your body squished against Dean’s side as you whirled around, your hair whipping around your face. You couldn’t help but laugh as the ride spun you both around, your chortles swallowed up by the wind. You could hear Dean’s deep laughter, too, as he carefully maneuvered his arm around you, holding you close. 

You and Dean were still laughing once the ride finally stopped and you were making your way back to the parking lot. Dean grabbed your hand and whipped you around to face him once you reached the Impala. Your breath caught in your throat at his close proximity as he stared down at you, the side of his face illuminated by the bright lights of the carnival.

His hand rested on the small of your back, keeping you pressed against him while his other came up to caress your cheek. “Thank you,” he breathed, his eyes searching yours affectionately. “Thank you for tonight... And for reminding me what it means to be alive.”

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[lixiescheesestick]

Smut Prompt; 06:  Rivals, Member and Y/N, have sex in a broom closet in the gym after a wrestling match with sexual tension. w/ Changbin

You had never hated anyone more than you hated him.

To the way he would get praise from everyone, and how he would get cocky every time he won a match, and not to forget the fact that he would generally just bully you and mock your skills.

If you had to make a list of things you hated, Seo Changbin would be at the very top, and there is no denying you are at the top of his list as well.

You two had always been rivals. From the day you both entered the self defence club in middle school, you each became competitive. Trying to win against each other in each match you ever had.. and none of that changed when you both signed up for the boxing classes close to where you both lived.

Both of you were quite well known there, having been there since you were ages 15 and 16. But you were not known for the talent that you both held, you were known as 'the two that have some unknown sexual tension surrounding the'.

You scoffed every time your best friend would use that title. "There is no sexual tension at all! I have no clue what you are on about. I hate his guts.." you ranted.

She chuckled, looking you in the eye," I am just saying Y/N, the way he smirks at you when y'all are ripping at each other's throats says otherwise." She continued "Plus, though you hate him there is no denying that he is really hot."

You looked down, biting your lip to hold back your laughter. It didn't hold long though until you burst out into laughter, you friend confused such as everyone else who was mildly close to you two.

"Seo Changbin and HOT?! You have got to be kidding me. With those buff arms, his 'handsomely' sharp jawline, 'beautiful' dark eyes and those harsh looking calloused hands…?"

You heard a chuckle behind you and flung around to see where it was coming From, and to your dismay, there he was. His honey skin covered by a thin layer of sweat, hair damp and taking the bandages off of his hands. His black, skin tight tank top showing a little more than you would have appreciated.

"Why isn't that cute. I'm not hot, yet you just listed many reasons to why I am, in fact, extremely hot."

You looked down, trying to gain composure before looking up and glaring into his eyes to speak.

"Those are things I, in fact, think are annoying and unattractive. Did you hear the tone I used? Or are you just being an arrogant prick and hearing the non-existent positives of yourself?"you smirked at yourself for the look on his face, which you could only render as: speechless.

As he finally had the bandage off of his right hand,he flipped you off, turning around to go toward the showers.

~♡~

It was the next day, the evening classes coming to an end but you decided to stay. There was going to be a tournament soon and you wanted to be fully prepared, as always.

The teacher gave you the key, telling you to lock the door properly or you would have to sweep the entire place for one month. You nodded, placing the keys by your bag.

You started working on the punching bag, lightly jumping back and forth, doing different punches every couple of seconds.Eventually you became thirsty, going to grab your water bottle only to find it gone.

“Looking for this?” you heard an all too familiar voice say.

You didn’t want to turn around, knowing you would get riled up as soon as you did, but you turned anyway. “What the fuck are you doing here, Seo?” you asked, clearly aggravated.

Changbin just chuckled, smirking in your direction. “Oh nothing..” he lied, looking you straight in the eyes, “I just saw you in here practicing alone and I thought some company may be nice. Maybe even someone to have a match against?”

You scoffed. Seo Changbin, in this moment, was basically asking for you to let out your hate on him.

“I’d rather keep that face of yours in tact. Wouldn’t want any of your pretty thots to get mad.”, it was a taunt to see if you could make him angry, and it seemingly didn’t work.

“Ah, I see. You are just scared.. I get it. I mean, I am probably 1000x stronger than you when it comes to self defence. We both know who was always better at pinning the other down.” he winked, making you innerly gag. His words taunting.

You got up and grabbed your personally pair of gloves, slipping them on easily and climbing into the arena. Changbin watched you before following in your footsteps, only grabbing a spare that they provided at the studio. “There we go.”

You each got into the correct stance, Changbin counted down from three. As soon as his countdown hit one, your face got more serious and you tried throwing a punch, Changbin dodging expertly.

It was annoying really, you began to be the only one throwing punches, Changbin constantly being the one to dodge. 

Suddenly as you threw, what you would say, your one hundredth punch, Changbin didn’t completely dodge. Instead he grabbed your arm between his and tripped you so that you were lying on your back. In the process of falling, you quickly grabbed his shoulders pulling him down with you.

The position you were now in seemed very lewd, making you blush. YOu looked up only to see Changbin staring down ad you, a pink tint in his cheeks as his eyes quickly flickered from your lips to your own eyes.

You did the same, his pink lips looking perfect. Not too thin, but also not overly plump.

All the hatred you had on him slowly seemed to disappear as you looked into his sparkling eyes and then back down to his lips.

It was very sudden and shocked both you and Changbin when you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, arms flying around his neck pulling him into a heated kiss. It took him a fe seconds to respond before he put one hand on your jaw lightly, another on your waist as he took over the dominance.

As his tongue swept over your bottom lip, you obeyed immediately. His tongue entering your mouth as your tongues danced around together. Your legs got tighter around his waist, making his growing erection lightly brush over your crotch. You moaned at the contact, a jolt of pleasure moving up your body.

It had been a few minutes of you and him grinding against each other. The kiss getting more and more heated by the second until suddenly the back door of the place slammed shut.

Changbin looked over to the large clock on the wall before mumbling “Shit, the janitor.”

He got up, pulling you with him. He ran around the place until he saw the old janitors closet, which was now a small empty room.

After he got you both inside, he locked the door pushing you up against it, which you had no problem with. Your previous make out carrying on, but this time you were each clawing each others clothing off. When you had pulled his shirt off, you saw his beautifully toned body. You stared at it a little too long though because after a few seconds Changbin began to chuckle again.

“Like what ya see?” he asked cockily, and without hesitation you nodded your head yes, shocking the buffed up boy in front of you a little.

He may of started liking this side a little more already. Your submissiveness turning him on extremely. He really wanted to see how far he could go with this.

Suddenly, you were turned around. Your Upper body pressed against the cold metal of the door as Changbin held both your hands back. You heard his belt making noises as he pulled it off.

As you realized what he was doing, you whimpered in arousal. A bigger wet patch forming in your panties.

Your hands were now pulled tight behind your back, as Changbin pulled your leggings and underwear down in one go. Suddenly, he started to whisper in your ear.

“You’re so submissive. Where’s your strong front gone, huh slut?”, a low sting of moans left your mouth. If there was one way to make you fall into a submissive headspace, it was definitely talking you down and degrading you.

A long lick from your clit through your slit brought you out of your thoughts. You pushed your ass back, arching your back lightly.

You felt Changbins fingers prodding at your entrance, making you whimper quietly. Little did Changbin know that you actually really loved his hands. The way they would look after practice, the veins in his arms popping out when he would ball his hands into fists. You never wanted him to know that weakness, but tonight he would most likely find out for himself.

Finally he pushed a finger in, making you moan out loud. Apparently a little to loud for Changbins taste as he used his other hand to stick his fingers into your mouth. “Shut up, slut. Or do you want us to get caught?” he said, the slight aggression due to the dominance making you whimper.

He stick another finger in and started scissoring into you, the suddenness of the action making you let out gargled moans around Changbins fingers. It didn’t take long before you felt the need to cum, clenching around Changbins fingers.

“You need to cum? Hm?” he asked, voice taunting. You nodded best you could in your current position. “The go ahead.” he said. It felt amazing as your high washed over you. A euphoric feeling taking over your body.

Changbin slowly pulled his fingers out, turning you around so that you were now facing him. He untied your hands in the back, only to tie them up again by your front.

After that he slowly peeled his boxers down to reveal a not to long yet girthy length. You whimpered at the sight of precum slowly leaking out the tip.

“You think you’re prepped enough baby?” he asked, the new nickname making you slightly shy as he grabbed the back of your thighs, hauling you up. “Yes.” you whimpered out quietly as you felt the tip prodding at your entrance, still slightly sensitive.

You kept your legs wrapped around Changbins waist tightly, arms raising so you could put them around the back of his neck.

He slowly pushed in the tip, the stretch making your face contort in displeasure. 

You, quite obviously, weren’t a virgin. But it had been a while since your last sexual encounter.

Changbin kissed your cheeks lovingly, his hard dominance suddenly gone due to the fact that he didn’t want to make you too sore for practice the next day.

He inched himself in until his cock was fully inside of you. He took a second to let you adjust, leaving kisses along your collarbones and even leaving a single hickey to mark you as his for a good couple of months.

“Y-you can move…” you whimpered out, digging both of your hands deep into his raven colored hair.

He complied, groaning as he began thrusting into you slowly. His dug his head into the crook of your neck, biting your shoulder lightly so the still working janitor couldn't hear him.

You bit your lip harshly, scraping your nails down his back to keep yourself from screaming at the immense pleasure forming in your lower abdomen. “I-I’m close..” Changbin groaned into your ear, edging you further on.

“Me too, fuck.. Bin faster.” you moaned out and he instantly began snapping his hips up into yours and it didn’t take long for him to cum, the feeling of it pushing you over the edge yourself.

Changbin thrusted through both of your highs before stilling inside of you. It took each of you a little while to gather your composure before Changbin pulled out slowly, the slight overstimulation of the action hitting you.

Changbin couldn’t help but groan at the sight of yours and his cum slowly leaking out of you. He got dressed before helping you get your underwear and leggings back on before unlocking the door.

You were too tired to move, making Changbin take it upon himself to carry you in one arm while he grabbed your things and taking you outside, making sure to lock the building before walking towards his car and placing you in the passenger's seat, taking you to his apartment and letting you sleep there, wrapped in his arms.

~♡~

It had been a few weeks and everyone started noticing the change. You and Changbin would train together quite often, him even driving you home after practice and the hickey adorning your neck obviously didn't go unnoticed by your friends.. You even started meeting up in your free time, becoming extremely good friends.

You now kept on wondering how you could hate Changbin before. Even though he was previously so cocky and arrogant, no he was unbelievably kind, cared about you immensely and cheered for you in all of your matches. Obviously you did the same.

It was currently a quiet Saturday night and you sat in the park witch Changbin, your favourite ice cream on hand.

As soon as you finished you laid back to enjoy the beautiful summer weather, arms spread out as you smiled. Then you had the sudden feeling that someone was watching you, and to no surprise when you opened your eyes, there Changbin was, staring at you.

“What is it? Is there something on my face?” you asked, raising your eyebrows as you sat up.

He nodded his head, continuing to say “Yeah, beauty.” making you laugh at his cringy line. But then he suddenly got quite serious.

“You know I was being serious, right?” he said, looking into your eyes.

Suddenly you became shy, breaking the eye contact and blushing a bright shade of red. “And now why would you call ME beautiful of all people?” you chuckled out, looking to your lap.

Suddenly something you never saw coming happened. It was too fast to comprehend as Changbin put a finger under your chin, making you look at him and then he leaned in, closing his eyes. He stopped before touching your lips, letting you decide.

You leaned forward, locking your lips into a passionate kiss. He pulled away lightly, pecking your lips quickly before leaning back completely.

“If you haven’t noticed yet.. I am, in fact, completely in love with you by now.” Changbin said, his hand never leaving your chin, never breaking eye contact.

You gulped at his words, your cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. You obviously had fallen in love with him by now too, but your silence made him insecure. He pulled his hand back, stuttering out an apology.

“I-I mean it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, y-ya know if you didn’t I am sorry for kis-” before he could finish his sentence you had jumped on him, engulfing him in a tight hug.

“Of course I love you too! Why would I have kissed back if I didn’t you adorable dork.” You said, face in a huge smile making Changbin sigh out in relief. His face lit up instantly as he wrapped his arms around our body. “So, can I officially call you mine?” he asked cautiously.

“Only if I can call you mine too.”

a/n; I really hope y’all enjoyed this. It was probably one of the longest smut scenes I did with it adding up to 1.2k word for the SMUT only. Kinda pleased with myself. I’m going to try posting fluff tomorrow because I just relly have been in a fluff mood lately. I love y’all byee! <3

[m0etenchandon]

Let me show you (Reader x Ben Hardy)

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Reader x Ben Hardy

Warning: smut, fluff, 18+, oral (female receiving)

Word count: 2K, short and sweet

Authors note: so some of you might have noticed that i accidentally published this a few days ago... i was just trying to edit it in drafts on mobile and didn´t realize it posted, but anyways, here it is for the anon who requested it! i love the cute little messages you guys send <3

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You were enjoying a movie with your boyfriend, Ben, on a Friday night. This was your second month together, and you were enjoying every second of it. He made you feel all giddy inside, his smile brightening your entire day. Butterflies went wild in your stomach whenever he was around, even when you just thought about him while at work, smiling like a dork for yourself. He was perfect, it was perfect. The only thing missing from your relationship was sex. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, I mean look at the guy, but your subconscious always stopped you whenever things got too heated. He was so gorgeous, looking like he was literally carved from marble, and you were you. Sure, he always told you how beautiful you were, but you couldn’t see it. You saw stretchmarks on your thighs, ass, stomach and boobs, you saw a girl who was curvy. A girl who surely no one wanted to have sex with.

You were cuddled into his side, a hand over his stomach. It felt nice lying there in his strong arms, taking in his scent. He held you close, leaning down from time to time to press kisses to your head. You were drawing circles on his lower stomach, not really paying attention to what you were doing. He however, most certainly did.  All your touches were like an electric bolt straight to his brain, it drove him insane. Especially that you always stopped him when he tried to make a move, having to end every date with his hand wrapped around his shaft, you on his mind as he chased his release. As a sex scene rolled over the screen, he tensed underneath you. You could feel his muscles contracting underneath your fingers.

“If you don’t plan to finish what you´re starting, I suggest stopping”, he said and put his hand over yours to stop your movements. There was a slight bulge underneath his joggers, and his breath was heavier than normal, voice deep. You blushed.

“Oh, sorry”, you said retracting your hand and putting it in your lap instead. You had gotten to this point many times over the last few weeks, you always being the one stopping it.

Ben seemed to be in deep thought the rest of the movie. His fingers which were previously caressing your shoulder had stopped moving, the kisses on your head had stopped completely. You let your mind wander. There was nothing you wanted more than to sleep with him, he wasn’t the only one frustrated at the situation. Maybe you should just tell him why, maybe it’s best to get it over with? Surely, he wouldn’t want to stay with you if you wouldn’t put out. Before you fell too deep into that though, he sat up straight and looked at you intensely, green eyes finding yours. Concern and conflict washing over them.

“Why do you not want to have sex with me?”, he asked, genuinely curious. His eyes looking straight into yours, making your breath hitch. You blushed again. Shit, this was happening.

“No, I do want to have sex with you. Trust me”

“Then why do you always stop me when things get heated? Are you waiting until marriage?”

“What, no, this isn’t the 1900´s” you laughed. “I mean I respect that some people do that, but that’s not me”

“Well, then what is it?”. You avoided his gaze, turning to look at the credits on the TV instead. He wasn’t having it, and brought your hand in to his, making you look at him again.

“Hey, don’t be shy. Just tell me, I won´t judge”

“It’s just, shit, you look like this Greek god and I’m just chubby old me”, you blurted out. You didn’t even believe your own ears as you said it, never daring to talk about it with anyone. He looked at you with a sad look in his eyes, a hand coming up to caress your cheek. He leaned in for a quick kiss before continuing. “Love, I don’t know how you haven’t figured this out yet, but I think you’re beautiful. Fuck, you´re so bloody perfect. I mean it, I´m not just trying to get into your pants”, he said looking at you with adoration in his eyes. You giggled at the last part, heart fluttering at his words.

“I mean, I turn into a horny teenager whenever I see you. A hug is enough to make me hard”. You looked away again, hiding your blush. The thought of turning him on fueling your confidence.

“Y/N, I love you. I know it hasn’t been that long, but it´s true. I am head over heels in love with you, all of you. Especially your lovely curves”. His hand left yours to caress your hips.

Tears were threatening to spill down your cheeks at his lovely words. You couldn’t believe it. Ben loved you, he really did. You pulled him into a kiss, feeling him smile halfway through. Hand on both sides of his face, keeping him in place, not wanting this moment to pass.

“I love you too, Ben”, you whispered before kissing him again. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, asking you to open your lips for him. You did, tongues dancing together perfectly. You moaned into his mouth as he slightly bit down on your bottom lip, heart beat racing. He pulled away from you, and you could see he was breathless. Eyes darker than they were a few minutes ago. Cheeks tinted pink and lips puffy.

“If you let me, I would like to show you how much I love you”. His eyes were studying yours, looking for any signs of doubt as you nodded.

“Yeah, I-I would like that”. He grinned like an idiot before bringing his lips to your neck, sucking slightly. His hands went down to your waist, pulling you closer.

“Can I take this off, love”, he asked pulling at your shirt lightly. You nodded, biting your bottom lip. This was it. It was now or never. You held your breath, closing your eyes.

He pulled it over your head, sucking in a breath when he saw your half-naked body. His hands immediately went back to your waist, over your soft stomach and up towards your breasts. They were so warm, making you melt completely into his touch.

“This okay?”. You met his eyes again, his hands ghosted over your bra. You nodded in response, before he unclasped it. He looked at you like you were a masterpiece, making you blush. Never had a boy looked at you like this, like you hung the stars in the night sky. Ben muttered ´bloody hell´ under his breath before his hands met your bare breasts. Gently massaging them, you could see him getting harder in his sweat pants. He leant down and started to kiss your breasts before moving on to one of your nipples, gently sucking on it. You moaned and tangled your fingers into his soft hair. His lips were soft against them, tongue swirling around them ever so lightly.

“Fuck, you´re so beautiful Y/N”, he muttered against your skin. You fumbled with the hem of his shirt, desperate for him to shed some clothes too. As your fingers accidentally brushed against his bulge, he whined. That was the single hottest sound you have ever heard, making you moan yourself.

“See what you do to me, love? You have me completely under your spell”, he smirked before going to remove his shirt. You moaned at the sight before you, fueling his ego.

“Can I get you off with my mouth, love? I bet you taste so good”, he blurted out. You were stunned by his abruptness, wetness pooling in your panties. His plump lips would look so good around your clit, the thought making you whine and arch into his touch.

“Shit, Ben, I haven’t”. Your sentence was cut short as he started kissing your lower stomach.

“Are you a virgin?”

“No, it’s just, fuck, no one has gone down on me before”

“Well, then you’ve been with the wrong people. Let me take care of you, please. I promise I will make you feel good”. He looked at you with puppy-dog eyes, making you melt under his gaze. He placed kisses at your waistline.

“Okay”

He smirked, before undoing the button of your jeans. You lifted you ass off the couch, allowing him to slide both your jeans and underwear down your legs. Thank god you had put on a nice pair of panties. He peppered kisses over your thighs, over your stretchmarks. Occasionally looking up at your through his eyelashes, making you moan.

“So fucking beautiful, love. Please don’t ever forget that”, he said between kisses. Moving his hands to both your knees, he slowly pushed your legs apart. He kissed up your thighs, taking his time to kiss every stretchmark, every dimple. Lips were slowly inching their way towards your heat, stopping right before he reached the place where you now desperately needed him.

“You´re so wet for me, love. I’m not the only one who was been sexually frustrated, hmm?”

“N-No, shit Ben I need you to do something”. You weren’t lying, the very picture of him between your naked thighs having been the subject of many of your recent dreams. However, you always woke up panting, wet, and desperately alone in your own bed. Until now.

He wasted no time and started to kitten lick at your folds, enjoying the taste as evident by the sounds leaving his mouth. Your hands immediately found his hair as he moved further up towards your clit, taking it into his mouth. He sucked on it lightly, before letting it go again, looking at you a whimpering mess under his touch, a smirk plastered on his face. He licked from your entrance all the way up to your clit before sucking lightly, repeating the acting several times. You were so turned on, so frustrated that you wanted to yell at him to get a move on.

One of his fingers finally inched its way towards your entrance before pressing it into you and curling it upwards. He found the sweet spot immediately, rubbing against it with a determined look on his face. A moan escaped your lips. It was like music to his ears, only encouraging him further.

He added another finger, picking up his pace. You couldn’t understand why you haven’t done this before, it felt so fucking good. As he leant down again and started licking at your clit, your back arched of the couch. It was all too much, the knot in your stomach tightening with his every move, fingers tightly curled in his hair.

“Fuck, Ben, I-I´m gonna cum”, you panted. You could feel him humming against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers hit that sweet spot, at the same time as he sucked particularly hard at your clit, making you see starts. Electric bolts shot up your body, the coil in your stomach unraveling deliciously. His name left your lips as you came around his fingers, walls clenching around him. Ben let you ride out your orgasm before sliding his fingers out of you. He brought them up to his lips and licked them clean, making your mouth fall open at the sight before you. His fingers left his mouth with a pop, a smug smile plastered on his face. You just looked at him I’m awe. How was this man your boyfriend?

“Mmm, you taste so good, my love”

You blushed again, looking down. It was hard to avoid looking at his crotch, his cock straining against the material. Your mouth watered at the sight, your clit twitching with the thought of having him inside you. Tentatively, you reached out to run a ringer at the outline of it. Ben sucked in a breath, his cock twitching at the contact.

“Shit, Y/N, you don’t have to”

“No, but I want to, Ben”, you said before switching place with him on the sofa.

“Fuck, I love you so much”, he muttered under his breath as you pulled him out of his joggers.

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[lady-olive-oil]

Work Out: Chapter 4

A/N: After a well deserved mental break, I was finally able to get this done. It’s bit shorter than i had hoped [by like 200 words] but hey it’s good. And you get to see the protective side of Flo. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged, spots are always available! Without further ado, here we go!

Word Count: 3.8k [woooo!]

Warnings: Sexual themes [Wrap it before you tap it! Being on the pill still doesn’t prevent pregnancies. ALWAYS USE PROTECTION]

Romanian Translations [loosely from google translate]:

uimitor. Ai fost uimitor {amazing. You were amazing}

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5 am. Who in the hell gets up at 5 freakin am to work out? Hell, I’m a trainer and I don’t even get up at that hour. Mostly 9 am, be at the gym at like 10:30, but not no 5.

This man is trying to kill me, especially after that kiss last night. I couldn’t get it out of my head. His lips were so soft and mesmerizing. The way he held my body close to his, being cautious so that he wouldn’t try to break me. It made me feel so secure, for the first time in years. My hands didn’t know what else to do but to hold his face in my hands and just rub my thumbs against his cheek.

It was like we were meant to be together. We fit like a puzzle and it was amazing.

Groaning gently, sitting up a bit to take in the scenery of the room, I noticed to my left that the bed was empty and cold. I was about to call out his name till I saw a light. Adjusting my eyes to the warm sun that started to creep up and over the clouds, I heard the shower running.

Curiosity got the best of me. Slipping out of his bed; slyly moving towards the door, I slipped inside and leaned against the counter. Just admiring his physique through the clear glass, which I’m thankful that it wasn’t frosted. Thinking about how the water cascades on his muscles, the curve of his ass was glorious.

Debating on joining him, contemplating my next move as I slipped off the large red shirt, I could only think about how hot it would be to shower with him. A Romanian god, that is.

“Are you going to join me draga? Or are you just going to stare at me?” His deep baritone took me out of my space. Locking eyes with him for the first time since last night, I slowly shimmied out of my Victoria Secret sports bra. The matching boy shorts trailed after in a pile, I moved towards the glass and slid the door open.

The look he gave me was glorifying. His strong hands latched onto my hips, pulling me closer to his body. Moving them along my back, mkay admiring me in his presence.

“He’s a fool.” That’s all he could say before kissing me once more. His tongue fought for dominance with mine, I challenged him by tugging on his bottom plump lip with my teeth. Once the kiss broke, I began dragging my nails along his back, he laced his fingers in my braids and tugged a bit. Causing my neck to be exposed, he latched his lips onto it and just went to town.

“Florian…” I groaned out gently, as I felt his tongue lick a protruding vein in my neck. The act alone caused my knees to buckle, my whole being was covered in a euphoric ambiance.

The sound of his name escaping my lips stirred him on even more, lifting me up by my thighs to wrap around his waist. Resting my head against him, our breathes mingling as one, he smirked gently.

“Do we really have to to do this now, Flo?”

“I mean, you’re already up here, and you look so good enough to eat.” He placed heat searing kisses on my breasts, trailing them back up to my neck. Earning another shiver from me, as he moved his hips back and forth against mine.

Without missing a beat, giving him consent, he slid his very impressive dick into my hot wanting pussy. The action alone, caused my breath to hitch at the sudden girth of him.

Never in my days of living on this god forsaken planet, have I ever had a man of his stature make my body hum in delight. He must’ve caught on because, he attempted to sooth me by kissing me.

“God damn, you’re thicker than I thought.”

“You’re tighter than I imagined, draga.”

Once I fully adjusted to his size, my head stayed connected to his. Looking deep into his green hazel eyes, I saw the determination of a great man and skillful lover all in one.

“Well I will say this- holy shit.” He cut me off by moving his thumb against my throbbing clit, at a rapid pace. My nails clawed at his shoulders, gasping sharply.

“What was that, draga?” His voice was hot and heavy in my ear, as I squeezed around him tightly. Tightening my legs around his back to attempt to have him closer. Thank god for being on the pill.

“I-I was trying to say that, Jake has nothing on you~” Whispering against his full reddened lips, he let out a gentle moan as if he was called to shore by a siren. Entranced by the sound and movement.

“I know he doesn’t. He doesn’t know what he had.” He held the back of my head, pulled me into a heated kiss.

The way he moved his hips against mine, made everything else seem obsolete. It was as if the lovers of my past didn’t matter, ceased to exist.

The kiss grew more dominate; his movements were sharper and harder, our heartbeats were synced. My nails scratching down his back this time, rewarding myself with a gasp from him this time.

“Is papa bear getting close? Cause I feel it.” I nibbled on his ear a little, and he held my hips tighter. Slamming into me against the cold wall. The water shifted to cold but we didn’t care. I let out a pleasant squeal, rolling my hips into his.

“I should be asking you that, mama bear.” He chuckled lowly with me, and made his lower half roll into me like a snake. The next thing I know, my tongue was grazing his neck and I placed a hickey right below his ear and it drove him crazy. His grip on my hips once again, tightened.

“I’m so close princess, I can feel you shaking in my arms. Just let it go.” Once he licked the outer shell of my ear, I let my release take over.

The dam broke, making my whole being going limp but my legs were locked. His release soon followed, kissing me to clam is both down. Sliding out from me, he let me down gently, still having me close to his slick body.

“That was-”

“uimitor. Ai fost uimitor.” I mumbled softly, with a gentle smile on my face. He kissed my head without a care in the world.

“The water got cold. But luckily there’s another shower head that runs off of a another heater. What do you say, to actually getting clean to go work out?” Handing me a loofah, he moved out the way so I could get ready first.

“Deal.”

-15 Min later-

“How do you like your eggs?” Looking through the hotel menu for breakfast food, I also slid on my Lion King themed tank top.

“Scrambled, with cheese. And a side of you.” He wrapped his strong arms around me from behind, feeling his muscular torso on my back again. Giggling like a schoolgirl.

“That was corny, but cute. You’ve been hanging around Michael a lot, I can tell.” Placing a kiss upon his flustered red cheeks, I went on ahead and placed the room service order.

“Yes I do. He’s a good friend he only wants what best for you.”

“I know he does. Because Jake keeps texting him about me.”

The room went dead silent. Only noise that could be heard was the sound of our breathing, and the music from the radio. The look on his face was enraged and full of frustration.

“Florian. I need you to calm down for me, please?” Gently rubbing his muscular back to keep him centered, I noticed that he eased up a bit and allowed me to kiss the middle of his back.

“Come on. We can chill before breakfast gets here.” Sliding off my leggings, only leaving my black and white body suit on, I crawled back into the hotel bed and waited for him.

“Gege, look up.” He muttered a little, getting my full undivided attention, he snapped a picture of me. Feeling the heat creep up my face, I hid in the pillow.

“Florian! Ok it’s only fair that I take a pic of you for my Instagram. What time is your session again?”

Having him go towards the balcony to get a good morning shot, he had his blue denim shirt open. His hat was on backwards; his grey sweatpants were low and he had mug coffee in hand. Must’ve made himself some with the room machine.

“Not till 10:30. We’ve got about an hour or so left.” Smiling for me with his pearly whites, I got the perfect shot I needed.

“Got it. What shall we do for the next hour or so?” Sauntering back into the room, I was pulled back by a set of strong hands. I yelped a bit mad turned around in his arms.

“I can think of a few things.” Kissing me harder again, he laid me down on the bed and made up for the extra time. I sure as hell wasn’t complaining.

-1 Hour and 45 min later-

“We doing quads today? Cause the more I stretch, the better I’ll be for my BlackLight Run tonight.” I was curious mostly because he was doing upper body and I needed to work on my legs anyway

You see there’s this thing called a BlackLight Run that I do every year in nearby states and cities. The atmosphere is live and filled with so many good vibes. I’m just glad that dance practice was cancelled, in order for me to go.

Working on my legs a bit on the leg press, I couldn’t help but stare at my new found friend. He has an ass of a god. Perfectly sculpted in marble; the curves in the right angles, sweat falling into the right crevices and just looking all kinds of good.

“Damn boy, you look good enough to eat.” I had no shame, I don’t think anyone would.

“Who me? Nah baby girl, it’s you who looks good enough to eat. Besides, It was I who ate you out how many times?” Oh he was being slick with it. The way he presented himself was dominating but caring at the same time. That delicious smirk he gave me was enough to make me cum, right then and there.

The heat in my cheeks returned, and traveled down my body, causing me to shiver.

Watching him head towards the mats to do push ups, he signaled me to come over. On instinct I sat with my legs crossed on his back, watching him in the mirror going up and down as I helped him count.

“Listen, we need a proper night to make love. Fucking is fun and all, but I need to be wined and dined a bit. I know you can do that for me?” Biting my lip a bit, he growled at me in a playful manner, causing a laugh to erupt from my full lips. He stopped mid way, I slid off, and he stood proud to catch his breath.

“I can definitely do that for you prinţesă. I’d do anything for you and you know that. 2nd date night should be somewhere fun.” Kissing my head, he made me feel complete all over again. Is there anything this man couldn’t do to get me to not fall for him? Picking me up again, he nuzzled his nose with mine.

“Goofball. Listen, I was thinking maybe you should teach me how to box?”

“Oh? Why the sudden interest?”

Setting me down back to earth, he made his way to the basketball courts.

“Well, I know how Mandy has been getting on my last nerves?” I followed behind keeping the conversation at bay.

“Yeah I do, along with Jake too. If there’s anything I can do to help let me know ok?” The look he gave me was full of sincerity and hope.

“I will.”

The vibration of my phone broke my concentration with his eyes. Turns out, it was the notifications popping up from Instagram.

“Looks like we got some admirers on our matching posts, and a few toads.” Scoffing at the response in my comments, I knew a few people would rain on our parade. Majority were ecstatic even.

“Let me guess, Jake and Mandy? Figures, can’t let two people enjoy one another in peace.” He bounced the ball around the court a bit, making a few baskets.

“Lord and lady of the toads themselves. I can’t wait for this divorce to go through.” I sighed deeply, watching Florian run back and forth.

“You and me both. I can’t wait to have you fully to myself, more than I do now.” He gave my ass a good smack, that echoed around the room. I groaned and squealed at the same time and caught him laughing at me. Rubbing my now sore cheeks, I stretched again.

“Technically it’ll be our 3rd date, I’m counting this as date number 2.” Snatching the ball from him, he looked like a deer in headlights.

“How about date number 4? I’m going with you to the run tonight, so it’s number 3 Don’t need you running in the dark with some randoms.” He did have a point. I would get cat called at the races I do every year, and it would be a nice change of pace for me to have him there.

“Deal.” Crossing the ball between my legs, doing a few lay ups, I saw him give me a look. Not just any look, the look of domination. The look a lion preys on a gazelle, before they pounce.

“Wanna play or just stare at me like you’re hungry, Mufasa?” I challenged him a bit. The fire in his eyes burned bright within the green and hazel.

“Bring it on Sarabi. We playing Horse by the way. If I win, you have to spend the night again. You’re great at cuddling.” He smiled at me with pure determination and triumph. He exuded so much strength and charisma, that any woman would love to bring him home.

“Ok, ok. If I win, you have to cook me a traditional Romanian dish at my house. I haven’t even had a proper house warming yet, and I think a good old fashioned dinner will do. I’ll even help you.” I offered with so much gusto that he too was surprised by my interest.

“Deal. Bring it on.” He tried to lunge for the ball, I moved backwards and went for my shot.

“Nuh uh pretty boy.” Shooting the basket, making it in, i imitated the crowd cheering.

“You got lucky. Now it’s my turn.” Grabbing the ball, he bounded it against the linoleum court, eyeing me up and down. I lunged this time around and missed, he made a basket.

“Cheater. Now it’s on.”

The game went on for about an hour and a half. It was tied up for a bit, we both had up until the letter ‘s’ in horse. Only thing left to do was shoot at the same time, with a different color ball for me.

“Ready?” I bounced the ball and looked at him curiously. With a nod from him, we both got into place.

“As I’ll ever be Draga. And go!” We both shot our baskets and watched carefully as mike made it into the hoop first.

“Yes! I win! Oh shit I win! I beat the great Florian Munteanu at basketball.” I ran a lap around the gym, with so much excitement.

The act alone caused Florian to chuckle his infamous laugh, and catch me in another bear hug.

“Yeah, yeah. Ok, a deal's a deal. We get to cook a traditional Romanian dinner together. At your house, next week.” He set me down and kissed my forehead sweetly.

“Deal. Now let’s get ready for this race tonight.”

-3.5 miles later-

Covered from head to toe in neon glow powered; surrounded by glow lights and neon paint, the vibe just felt right and I loved it all. Over the last few years, I would try to get Jake to run with me. He would tell me it was childish and pointless.

It broke my heart that he wouldn’t do anything I enjoyed, I would always do the things he wanted. With the divorce coming up, it was my freedom parade. It was my chance to be happy again and I deserve every minute of it. Getting that medal, was worth it along with the photos we took. Of course he signed a few autographs but not too many, he wanted to get back to me.

Doing this with Florian meant the world to me. I couldn’t have asked for a better person to join me on this journey. Seeing him in a BlackLight Run shirt, eight he sleeves cut off and just looking all kinds of good in his paint. He offered to hold me on his shoulders but I didn’t want to be annoying for everyone else at the party.

Making it back to the car, thankfully we had towels inside, I noticed his demeanor shifted again.

“Flo? Is everything alright?” I was driving down the highway, back to his hotel, and I saw him on the phone.

“I’m not sure if you’d consider Michael saying he got a hold of Jake, alright prinţesă.” His nostrils flared, his chest heaved in vexation. I could tell what he was planning on doing.

“How about you go meet meet up with Mike and I’ll apologize to Sandro and Masias for holding you hostage all day.” Turning the car off, I looked towards him for confirmation.

“Are you sure? Because I just catch him tomorrow-”

“Baby boy, go handle your business. Baby girl can handle herself here and hold down the fort. Besides one more night with you is all I need, plus you can stay with me after you check out.” He looked so relieved to hear me say that I’d be ok by myself. Giving me a sweet kiss, he sauntered off into the night with determination in his step, driving off in my Range Rover.

“Mmm. That boy can walk!” Slipping into the room again, I wondered what he was going to do with Mike to handle Jake.

-Florian’s P.O.V-

“So let me get this straight; he asked you to meet him at his restaurant to talk. Knowing it would get back to Geneva.” I was already not in the mood for his fuckboy shit. It was late and I needed to get back to Geneva.

“Yeah. But I don’t think he thought it would get back to you. She did give me the green light to jack him up a bit, but said you get the first punch.” Michael  messed with the toothpick in his mouth, watching the place clear out a little.

“Oh really? Well he’s gonna end up in the hospital if he talks shit.” I could feel the triumphant smile, spread across my face then disappear when I see the snake himself.

He sauntered towards us both, a shocked expression on his face appeared because he saw me. Good to know I got him scared.

“Well, well, well. Mike, I thought this was just gonna be us two for this discussion.” Jake scoffed at me.

I wish I could break his skull, but I’m pretty sure I can’t yet. No matter how hard I want to.

“Cut the shit Jake. You know damn well if anything is pertaining to Geneva, nowadays, you get us both. Now talk.” Nodding along side with Michael, I was leaning against the bar. Trying my very hardest to not punch the piece of shot human being in the face.

“Fine. Seeing as though my last encounter with my wife-”

“Ex wife.” We both interjected, with pride.

“Whatever. I asked her to give me more money for my alimony, cause Mandy and I have a baby.” He continued on and didn’t feel any remorse. I couldn’t believe it, this little shit got some nerve.

“You’re a bigger piece of shit than I thought. What kind of man would ask his ex wife, to pay, for raising his new not child? That he had with someone else?” I couldn’t take it anymore with his condescending ass mouth.

Mike himself looked just as shocked with my rebuttal. I guess you could say I hang around him a lot.

“Wait you asked her that? You’re a sorry piece of shit man. I should deck you right now, because last time I checked you blamed her for the loss of y’all baby.” Mike got in his face this time.

“If you don’t get out of my face, I’ll show you what I’m about.” Jake gave him a once over before before I pulled them apart.

The one who was more heated than ever, was me. I care so much for Geneva that I can’t stand to see this low life take over hers.

“I’m only gonna say this once, and I’m not gonna say it again.” This time it was me who got in his face.

“If I ever catch you around her again, I’ll make sure you end up in the hospital.” I growled through my teeth to make myself clear before heading out. Mike followed in tow, before I heard Jake open his mouth.

“Oh please. She has more class than that, to leave trade in a Lamborghini for what? A Hummer? Ha! Please.” Without even thinking, glancing at Mike for clearance, I grabbed Jake by his suit jacket and held him against  the the glass wall. Lifting him up a bit off the ground.

“You chose to make me mad huh? Big mistake.” Setting him down, my right fist came in contact with his gut and his face.

Watching him crumple in feat a bit made my day. I kneeled in front of him and patted his face.

“Put some ice on that. Oh and I’m more of a Dodge Challenger, cause at least I’m more reliable and not rented for the time being.”

Heading out the restaurant, I high fives Mike and felt prideful that I was able to protect Geneva’s honor.

“You on for game night next week?” I asked curiously.

“No doubt. Geneva’s right?” With an arched brow Mike smiled at his phone, must’ve been from his girl.

“The very place. See you soon.” Making my way towards my car, I texted Geneva that I was on my way home. She’s gonna have a filled day with this.

[solei28]

Fun Size

Bucky/Reader One-Shot

This was a request from @me-mah-hah 

Original request:  Buck request? Short reader (am 4'11" and it hard to find short reader fics lol) like the reader tiny but feisty

I hope this is what you were looking for. At least somewhat. I don’t think the title is great, but I do suck at titles. Let me know what you think!! I did have fun writing this. It was very different from what I am used too.

Buy me a coffee

You were walking home from the market when you felt someone come up behind and grab your arm. You looked up to see a strange man with a baseball cap, dark shades and his hoodie up looking down at you. He shoved you into an ally and against a wall.

“Give me your money and any other valuables and I won’t hurt you,” he demanded, voice low and gruff.

You glared at him. “I don’t have any valuables, prick,” you spat.

His grip tightened on your arm. Through gritted teeth, he said, “Listen, you little bitch. I’m not gonna ask you again. Give me what you got.”

Anyone else would understandably be scared and should just do what he asked for. But, not you. This asshole had no idea what he had gotten himself into.

“That’s asking again, though,” you said with a grin.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You wanna die?” he was furious.

“That ain’t gonna happen,” a voice came from the entrance to the ally.

This was your opportunity. You quickly dropped your bag of groceries, took a hold of the man's hoodie and flipped over your head on to the floor. He yelped in pain as he landed hard on his back.

“Whoa. Nice move,��� the voice said.

You looked over with a smug smile at who had

come to your rescue. Your jaw dropped when you saw the Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier. What the hell was he doing here?

His eyes danced with amusement at the shock written on your face. “Is everything alright?”

You shook the cobwebs out of your head and found your voice. “Yeah.” You looked down at the produce laying all over the floor now. “My groceries aren’t though,” you mumbled.

James chuckled. “Where’d you learn how to do that?” He made his way over to the man who was trying to stand up. He kicked his legs from under him. “Stay put. The cops are on their way.”

“My brother trained me. He has a gym in the Bronx where he trains kids in Karate, Taekwondo, and Jujitsu,” you shrugged. “I’m a black belt in Karate and Taekwondo and a purple belt in jujitsu.”

James was impressed. “You clearly didn’t need my help, but I am glad I happened to be walking by.” He kicked the man’s legs from under him again as he was trying to get up. “You’re hard of hearing, punk? I said, stay put. Or, I’ll let her slam you again.”

You giggled. You didn’t know it then, but this was the start to a very unlikely friendship with the Avenger.

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“Bucky, where did you put the bread crumbs? I need to get started on the chicken,” you called from the kitchen.

You and Bucky had formed a close bond since the day you met. It started out slow, running into each other at the market, on the street or at the diner in your neighborhood.  At first, you thought he was following you and had finally confronted him at the dinner one evening. You had walked in to grab a coffee and a slice of their incredible apple pie. You heard the door open while you waited for your order.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky said walking to the counter.

You eyed him suspiciously. “Hey.”

Noticing the way you were looking at him, he frowned. “Is everything alright?”

“Are you following me?”

He was taken aback at how straight forward you were about it. His eyebrows shot up and he shook his head. “No! Why do you think I’m following you?”

You tilted your head to the side. “We are always running into each other. I don’t think it’s just a coincidence.”

This made Bucky laugh. “I can see how that can make you suspicious. I’m not, though. I live in the area.”

You searched his face and could see he was telling the truth. You smirked at him. “Ok, I believe you.”

He looked relieved and smiled. “Great.” Looking up at the menu, he asked, “So, what are you getting?”

After that, you started spending more time together. Sitting at the diner some nights talking about your day. He would help you grocery shop on the weekends and carry your bag to your door. As a thank you for grocery shopping, you invited over for lunch. Now, he was always at your place to eat or just hang out.

He walked into the kitchen, lopsided smile on his face. “I put them on the top shelf, doll. Next to the flour.”

You glared at him. “Why do you put the things I need so high up?” You began climbing on the counter.

Bucky chuckled. “Because you’re really little and I enjoy watching you climb.”

You looked back at him and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know why I let you in my house. You know what, no food for you.”

“Awww, come on, Y/N. Don’t be like that,” he whined. “It’s really cute cuz you’re so little.”

Even on the counter, you still had to stand on your tiptoes to reach the bread crumbs. “I’m not little. I’m fun size. Now, help me off this counter.”

Laughing, he sauntered over to you and held his arms out. You jumped into them cradling the container of bread crumbs in your arms. He planted a kiss on your forehead before setting you down.

“I don’t know about fun size. You’re way too feisty,” he told amused. You slapped his shoulder and he mocked pain. “What? You are. You’re like a chihuahua. Small but will fight you.”

“I am not like a chihuahua! I don’t shiver and yap all the damn time.” You defended yourself. “I cannot believe you, Buck.”

“You’re yapping right now,” he pointed out.

You picked up the chefs knife on the counter and whirled around. “If you don’t get the hell outta my kitchen, Barnes. So help me, I’ll cut you.” you were pointing the knife at him.

He threw his hands up in surrender. “Alright. I’m going. Jeeze.” When he was walking out he looked back at you smirking. “You know, I’m pretty sure that’s exactly how a 4’9 chihuahua would react.”

You threw the knife at him and he ducked down at the last second. It embedded itself into the wall behind him. He looked at you, eyes wide in astonishment.

“You just threw a knife at me?” his voice came out high pitched.

You glared at him, hands on your hips and lips pursed. “I am 4’11. Thank you very much, Sir. Now, get out before I throw another one at you.”

He shook his head going back into the living room. “She threw a fucking knife at me,” he said to himself as he sat down on the couch.

“Oh, shut up. You’re a super soldier. You would’ve been fine if it got you. You big oaf,” you yelled from the kitchen.

You’re sure you heard him mumbled something but just continued breading the chicken for dinner. Maybe you had gone a bit over bored throwing a knife at him. It just pissed you off that he said you were 4’9. You’re little, but not that damn little.

You came out of the kitchen an hour later to find him with his head back on the couch, sleeping. You took a moment to admire him. He was so handsome. You loved how focused his eyes were while also being soft. He had a strong jaw surrounded by stubble and you may have wandered a time or two how his plump lips would feel against yours. You smiled to yourself at the thought.

You walked over to him humming. You stood behind him and wrapped your arms around his chest, resting your chin on his shoulder. “It’s time to get up you big oaf. Dinner is ready.”

He groaned and opened his eyes. Looking at you through the corner of his eye, he said, “You’re not gonna throw any more knives at me, are you?”

You shook your head. “No. I may have overreacted,” you admitted. “I’m sorry.”

He grabbed your hands in his. “I forgive you, doll.” He turned his head and looked at you. His face so close to yours, you felt his breath. “I’m sorry for calling you a 4’9 chihuahua.”

You stared into his eyes and realized something. You really liked Bucky. Yeah, you threw a knife at him, but you cared for him deeply. He was always there when you needed him. He was easy to talk to. You were comfortable around him and he made you feel safe.

He must have read it in your eyes, because he reached up, cupped your cheek and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. You were shocked for a split second before melting into it. His lips were as soft as you had imagined and it sent shivers down your spine.

He pulled away when his lungs were screaming for air. He smiled at you, pink dusting his cheeks. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, doll.”

You mirrored his smile. “I’m glad you finally did.”

[shewolfofficial]

Hello! I fell in love with ur blog sooo.... could u do a scenario where Levi is a teenager and still lives in the underground, but while he was fighting some jerk he sees y/n for the first time and get interested ( just like the scene whem kenny leaves him) I am a bitty romantic today lol

Levi may be a tad bit OOC in this, sorry in advance!

Warning: Violence

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Boot connecting with the plump man’s side Levi then continued to slash the gruff stranger with his blade resulting in the male to cry out in pain before dropping to the ground. Wild roars and cheers erupted from the crowd that happened to circle around him and the older man to watch the brawl. You happened to be in the area wandering with your older brother- he was a merchant above ground in Sina and would occasionally drag you down to the underground to help him with some business. Though, you tried to convince him that your attire wouldn’t exactly be suitable for a place like the underground where filth and disease lay behind every corner your brother was too stubborn and forced you to tag along anyways.

A light pink coloured dress hung to just above your knees that puffed out ever so slightly with a white ribbon wrapping around the waist of it before trailing down at the back with a bow, steel chain shimmering around your neck along with your bracelet. Small white shoes and stockings to accompany your pink dress. You slipped your hand out of your elder brothers and disappeared over to wherever the cheering came from- in the opposite direction. The crowd consisted of mainly drunk and hostile looking men swigging on their beer whilst cheering for whatever was happening in the centre ring.

Managing to shuffle your way through the crowd with a string of apologies to whoever you bumped into you finally arrived at the front row to see a young boy, maybe a year older than you at the most beating the life out of a chubby man that spat out blood due to the pain. Watching as the boy took the man by the collar he yanked him upwards and began to shout in his face making you flinch on instinct from the sight. The shuffling of a taller coated man came from behind you, just as he began to walk away from behind you- the younger ebony haired boy dropped the barely conscious man on the dirty ground and looked to the elder one that walked away; that’s when his gaze drifted to you.

Oh, how you felt terrified right at that second.

I mean- he just beat up a fully grown man and had a knife with him! Who wouldn’t be scared! 

When he stepped off the man and began stalking towards you with a hint of pink on his cheeks that’s when you set off in a sprint from fear in the opposite direction. Was he after you now? He may be really cute looking but what if he was trying to beat you now?

The calls of the unknown boy rang from behind you soon another pair of footsteps followed, turning a sharp corner you felt a piece of stray metal poking out and getting a grip on the white fabric wrapped around your waist to make the big bow on your back. Tugging somewhat against you-you scrambled onwards hearing the screech of the material ripping and being left behind. You turned to look over your shoulder to see the boy still chasing you without his knife out, sleeves curled up to his elbows he sprinted after you calling out for your fear struck figure.

‘’Wait!’‘

‘‘Come back! Wait!’‘

Suddenly the footsteps stopped as you jumped into an alleyway hoping he’d pass. Heart rapidly beating it felt like it was being crushed by your ribs, gulping and letting out shaky breaths you back away from the entrance of the alley in complete terror. 

Then a shadow came and peered into the alley nearly making your heart completely stop, recognizing it as the same boy that chased you seeming to try murder you for whatever reason you backed up seeing him step in the alley with some fabric folded in his hand. Visibly paled you waved your hands out in front of you ‘’no! please don’t hurt me! I-I didn’t do anything!’’ you pleaded as the youngster only tilted his head to the side slightly before sighing softly and taking another few steps towards you. Raven strands hanging a few centimetres above sharp cobalt eyes he still had that tint of pink dusted his cheeks; averting his gaze to the ground he lightly kicked the dirt with the toe of his shoe. 

‘‘I just wanted to tell you.. You look nice.. I-I didn’t mean to scare you back there and you left this behind’‘

Glancing to his hand he held out your white ribbon for your dress towards you, gulping slightly from a little of guilt you walked towards the boy and took the ribbon out of his hand. ‘’Thank you...What’s your name?’’ you decided to ask him as he looked back to you ‘’Levi, it’s just Levi.. you?’’

‘‘Excuse me?’‘

‘‘Your name.’‘

‘‘Oh my name is F/N L/N, it’s nice to meet you Levi, erm.. Can you help me put this on? I can’t exactly always get it on by myself’‘ you shyly ask as Levi nods attempting to ignore his cheeks turning a deep crimson. ‘‘Al-Alright.. But only because you’re wearing the cute dress’‘ he grumbled internally kicking himself for stuttering in front of you. Taking the ribbon from your hand Levi went behind you and knelt down and began to tie the bow again.

A moment or two passed and he stood back up again watching as you turned and looked over your shoulder to see his work only to smile at him seeing it as if it weren’t ripped or taken off. Without thinking you suddenly hugged him, standing there slightly shocked before returning the hug with a small smile on his lips.

‘‘Thank you Levi~’‘

‘‘tch no problem..’‘

[lg-bts-cenarios]

BTS JK on a honeymoon with his husband | Imagine (NSFW) Part II

[Part 1 Here] [Part 3 Here]

- this is so filthy and badly written why am i posting this on a public platform i want to die but also,, i hope you like it 👉🏻👈🏻

- i used the read more option, but sometimes it doesn’t work. i’m sorry if you happen to stumble upon this n dont feel like scrolling through everything, but there’s not much i can do? :\

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You grin and open your eyes, moving your gaze down to his- oh.

You were already expecting panties, given the hints he gave you earlier- but certainly not these panties.

They’re cherry colored, a small black bow on the front, and you think it makes Jungkook look like a present. The lace is dainty and pretty, a contrast to Jungkook’s hard and toned body, but they go together well.

You start laughing, loud and obnoxious and a little embarrassed.

He freezes, reaching for the sweater off to the side and placing it right in front of his crotch, hiding himself, smile falling from his face.

“Hyung...”

Your eyes snap up to look at his him, immediately catching the expression on his face.

An uncomfortable feeling settles at the pit of your stomach, “Shit- Angel, no, that’s-“ You struggle to gather your thoughts, “I’m not laughing at you- it’s just that— I can’t believe I forgot about this- god, finally!”

Jungkook stays where he is, a disappointed and confused look on his face. You hate the way he seems to fold into himself, insecure. This isn’t how it was supposed to go.

You attempt some sort of half sit-up, stretching and struggling to reach and kiss him, but his lips remain stiff. “You got those from Hoseok’s sister, right?”

He nods hesitantly, voice small and sad when he answers, “I mean- they’re not actually hers or anything, if that’s why you... reacted like that,” you notice he avoids your eyes, and you pray it’s not because there are tears gathering in them or anything, “I bought these from her store, when we went to visit her with Hoseok hyung.”

You quickly try to explain, reaching for his hands and holding them in a way that you hope is comforting, “That’s not why- sorry baby, I laughed because I know- I mean, I saw you picking them out and trying to sneak them into the cart, Hoseok hyung saw too.”

He blushes, embarrassed at his hyung knowing about his sex life, “We even made a bet that day, he was joking about you cheating on me with a girl- which, obviously, I didn’t believe,” He nods and hums, still avoiding your eyes.

“He said he’d give me five hundred dollars if you wore them around me, and I said I’d give him the same if you didn’t- but I completely forgot about the bet until now, so,” You squeeze his hands, “I guess Hoseok hyung owes us five hundred dollars.” You chuckle, a bit awkwardly.

He finally looks you in the eyes, his lips forming an O shape as he nods in understanding.

Still, he swings a leg over to your side, no longer straddling you, and makes a move to get up from bed.

“Angel- wait, where are you going?”

He turns around, hands on his hips, “I’m not in the mood anymore.” It doesn’t seem like it, judging by the hard on hiding in the panties, but you don’t call him out on that.

“What? Baby- come on, I’m sorry,” He huffs exaggeratedly, tapping his foot on the ground as if expecting a better apology, “Why aren’t you in the mood anymore? I’ll make it up to you, can I do that, angel?”

“I don’t know hyung,” He pretends to think, “I’m out here, trying to be cute and wear a little lingerie to make the first night of our honeymoon and our first night as husbands special- and you laugh at me,” this time he doesn’t pretend, actually feeling a bit self conscious, “You haven’t even called me pretty- and you always call me pretty.”

You sit up and reach out towards him, wrapping your hands around his wrists and gently pulling him back onto the bed, both of your knees shrinking into the soft mattress as you face each other.

“Angel, you’re beautiful,” you kiss his cheek, “The most handsome man I’ve ever met- everything about you is perfect,” you kiss his lips, “You’re so fucking pretty.”

He rolls his eyes and looks to the side, but there’s the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips.

Your fingertips move from his jawline down to his collarbone, “Your pretty neck looks like it’s waiting to have my hands wrapped around it,” perhaps the skin would be even prettier if it were decorated by hickeys.

You run his hands up and down his thighs, his breath hitches as you get dangerously close to his crotch, “Your pretty legs look desperate to be propped up on my shoulders,” you squeeze and he gasps into your mouth, desperate.

“Yeah, hyungie? Hmm... What else?”

You bring your hand up to his face, dragging your thumb across his bottom lip and then sticking two fingers inside his mouth, pressing on his tongue.

“Your lips, it’s like the universe meant for me to kiss them,” he moans in agreement, “God, sometimes I can’t even stand to watch you talk- you’re always fucking talking, always have something to say- such a loud baby, hmm?” Your fingers push in further, and he almost gags before whining and starting to suck on them again.

“You never shut up,” you hiss, “always moving your lips like you have no idea what it does to me-“ tears gather in his eyes, but he sucks harder, making obscene noises with his mouth, “I can’t take it- I just- fuck. I just want to kiss you all the time.”

You pull your fingers out, wiping them across his face, the tanned skin pretty and flushed.

“Hyung,” he grabs a hold of your hands, shaky, “What about- what about here?” He guides them towards his bottom, resting them on top of his plump ass, “What does this part look like it needs?”

You squeeze the flesh and smirk, watching him fall apart under your hands, “What? You mean this?”

He moans in agreement, “Mhmm.”

You tsk and shake your head, “I don’t know angel, why don’t you turn around so I can get a better look and see what it needs?”

He complies, stumbling over your limbs before getting into position, hands and knees on the bed, his back arched beautifully.

He glances back at you after a couple of seconds, impatient, “Hyung, please- do something.”

Your hands rest on his ankle, slowly making their way up his thighs and to his ass, and he shivers under your fingertips, light and breathy moans leaving his lips.

Your hand hovers on top of his skin for a few seconds, then you bring it back down harshly, a loud slap disturbing the silence of the room.

He whimpers, you watch his skin turn pink as you spank him once more, then twice.

“Hmm... I don’t know angel,” you bring your palm down on his ass with more force than before, the burn making him flinch and cry out, you continue, “Your pretty little ass looks perfect all on its own, don’t you think?”

“No! it needs-“ your hand comes down again, harder than before, he shakes, “Hyung, please.”

“What is it angel?” He’s so insanely beautiful, it’s still hard to believe you’ll have him like this for the rest of your existence, “What do you need?”

He whines, slowly turning around and facing you as he lays down on his back, wrapping his legs around you and pulling you down on top of him.

“You- please hyung, please,” your hand reaches down to slide up and down his length, slow and teasing, he continues to beg, “I need you- please.”

You lean down to kiss him, “You’re so polite,” your tongue licks at his bottom lip before entering his mouth, you kiss for a few seconds and pull back a bit breathlessly, “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you, hmm?”

He looks wrecked, eyes shining with unshed tears, lips red and swollen from kissing, “I am- just for you,” he nods frantically,“ Your good boy hyung, so please—“

He brings both hands over his mouth, trying to stifle his moans as you pick up the pace, left hand stroking his member and right hand moving down to play with his entrance.

Two of your fingers slip in easily, wet with lube, and Jungkook realizes he never even noticed you pick up the small bottle, too distracted by your dirty talking. You move your fingers slowly, letting him get comfortable, and the stretch burns, but just barely, the sensation almost pleasant.

You pull his hands away from his mouth, forcing him to be honest with his sounds as you add a third finger and move faster, deeper. Maybe tomorrow it’ll be embarrassing to face the hotel’s staff and their noise complaints, but tonight you’re only worrying about how good Jungkook feels.

“Is that alright baby?”

He nods again, biting his lips, “I’m ready hyung,” he pushes his body down, fucking himself on your fingers, “I’ve been waiting all day, ah- had to get through all those fucking tours that— hmm, couldn’t even look at you without wanting you.”

“You’re so pretty,” the last thing you want to do is hurt him, so you ignore his impatience and continue to finger him, wanting to be sure his body is entirely ready, “So perfect for me,” he seems to get frustrated, hands grabbing and punching at your arms, trying to get you to hurry up, “So patient, right... baby?” You remind him- and he stills, nodding quickly.

“For you hyung, for you-“ your fingers reach that spot and he jumps, loud and desperate, “So pa— patient, for you hyung— because, I love you.”

“You love me?” As if you don’t already know.

You pull your fingers out slowly, watching the way his entrance twitches and clenches around nothing as he pants.

Spreading his legs apart further to kneel in between them, you position yourself at his entrance.

He answers your question, “I do, I love you,” you begin to push into him, “I love you, I love— ah!” He cries and pulls you closer to him, also making your length sink deeper inside him.

“I love you too angel,” you notice his eyes are squeezed shut, face scrunched up in pain, “does that feel okay?”

“Yeah- just, give me a second.” He grunts, trying to accommodate your length

“Relax, baby- you’re too tight.”

“I’m trying, fuck— “ he chokes up when you snap your hips forward and then back, slowly, “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah? Hyung doesn’t fuck you enough?”

You force yourself to keep calm and be gentle, thrusting in slowly, barely moving at all. It takes a couple of minutes for him to relax around you, but then he starts feeling that familiar pleasure instead of the uncomfortable heaviness inside.

You slowly pick up speed and he cries, “Never enough, you never fuck me enough,” every thrust has him stumbling over his words, “Always want- more, ah!” You angle your hips differently, aiming for that spot, “Move, more, please— hyung.”

You comply with his wishes, the sound of your skin slapping against his can be heard over both of your moans, challenged by the bed’s obnoxious creaking.

He mewls and squirms as you reach his prostate, repeatedly hitting it with nearly every thrust, “Does hyung fill you up nicely, baby?”

“Mhm! So good- ah, you fill me up so good, fuck—“ The bed shakes as you fuck him harder, Taehyung’s sweater and the small bottle of lube falling off the side of the bed.

“God, you feel so nice around me baby, so tight and-“

He interrupts you, placing his hands on your hips to still your movements, “Hyung, wait-“

He reaches down and slips your member out of him. He tries to maneuver both of your bodies, switching your positions so that you’re the one laying on your back, “I want,” he wings his leg over to your side again, straddling you, but still only hovering over your member, “I wanna ride you, hyungie.”

He steadies himself and breathes before positioning you right at his entrance, “I love you,” he hisses and furrows his brows, slowly sinking down until you’re completely inside him.

You tilt your head up to look at him, admiring how beautiful he looks before asking him to lean down and kiss you, “I love you too,” you help him, lifting your hips every time he lowers himself on your length, “Shit, oh my god.”

You throw your head back, moaning in pleasure, “You’re so good,” he melts under the praise, “Such a good boy, such a good husband to me.”

He starts rotating his hips as he meets your thrusts, and after a few minutes of hearing him moan, feeling him clench around you, and seeing him so beautifully wrecked, you realize that you won’t be able to last much longer, “Hmm- fuck, baby, slow down—“

He hears you, but doesn’t listen, deciding to pick up the pace instead.

“I’m close-“ you try warning him, but he only nods and reaches down to guide your hands towards his own length, you wrap your hands around it and squeeze gently, pumping quickly in hopes of getting him off before you.

“Fuck— Jungkook, slow down,” he shakes his head and bites his lips as he concentrates on moving his hips properly, “I’ll cum before you if you don’t.”

He leans down to kiss you, setting his hands down on your chest, “That’s okay, I want you to- I want hyung to feel good.”

You start to pant, moans coming out breathy and high pitched, “Angel- I can’t hold it anymore,” the sound like heaven to Jungkook’s ears.

He starts to feel his own release begin to form, warm and low in his tummy, “It’s okay hyungie. Let go, come for me.”

Your hands move just a little bit quicker than before, making him shake and clench around you as he spills onto your abs and chest, the orgasm catching him by surprise. Still- even with the oversensitivity that spreads through his entire body, all the way down to his toes and fingertips- he continues to ride you.

All it takes is a few more seconds before you’re painting his insides white.

[ladyofwisteria]

Chapter 2: Ceremony Catastrophe

~Inside the Mirror Chamber~

Dozens of people started murmuring to themselves and others as they saw the headmaster leave during the middle of the dorm assignment ceremony, they are eventually interrupted when one of the six (five one of them was a floating tablet) people that stood directly near the mirror let out a loud "Ahem!" that made everyone turned towards them. One of them a short red-haired man spoke up first.

                   "Is that all for new student dorm assignment?" he paused waiting for anyone who hasn't speak up "Listen up, new students. Here in Heartslabyul, I am the rules. Break them." he pauses again "and it's off with your head."

The next to speak up was a man with lion ears "Uuuugghh. Is this stuffy ceremony is finally over? We're going back to the dorm. Savanaclaw, follow me."

                   "To the new students, congratulations on entering the academy. Enjoy your life here to its fullest." The silver-haired man with glasses spoke up "As the dormitory leader of Octavinelle. I will support you to the best of my ability."

                   "By the way, where did the Dean go? He flew out right in the middle of the ceremony..." said a beautiful man with short blond hair with purple tips.

                   "Abandoning his post..." said the tablet

                   "Did he get a stomach-ache or something?" the tan-skinned boy with silver hair and red eyes question which got everyone murmuring again.

                   Not a few seconds later the door slammed opened revealing the headmaster, a tied-up cat, and another person wearing the same cloak.

~Third person pov~

Crowley, Grim, and Alice entered the room greeted by a large number of people wearing the same hood I was in. Alice thought she must have quite the imagination to think up this many people.

While most of the noticeable people in the crowd had no disguising features the six men seemed to strike more to me, well five one of them was a floating tablet

"Not at all!" Crowley spoke up as we entered

"Ah, he's here"

"I cannot believe you all. We were missing one new student, so I went to find them." Crowly turned to me "You are the only one yet to be assigned a dormitory. I shall watch over the raccoon, now step in front of the Dark Mirror." He said jerking the cord holding Grim as he was still struggling in getting out.

So, Alice just steps in front of a mirror and then what, 'will I wake up or will this dream get even weirder than it already had.' Alice thought to herself

"State thy name"

"A...Alice Weaver"

"EHHHHHHHH!" Everyone in the room let out in shock.

"Isn't Alice a girl's name?"

"This is an all-boys school right; how did a girl get accepted?"

"Did the carriage make a mistake?"

"Headmaster, there must have been a mistake, this is an all-boys school!"

"Not necessary, while yes this is an all-boy school there are no rules stating girls aren't allowed to attend, we have had a few women in the academy before the last being seventy-five years ago" Crowley corrected

"The shape of thy soul is...... I do not know."

"Come again?"

"There is a faint spark in this one... but is locked, deep in their soul...I can not see the color nor the shape. Therefore, they are suited for no dormitory."

"WHAT!" the students including Crowley yelled again students begin to mumble about this bizarre event.

"If that's the case, then I'll take her place" Grim who had finally gotten out of his restrains declared  

"Stay right there! Racoon dog!"

"Unlike this dumb human, I can use magic! Let me the school instead! If you need proof, I'll show you right now!"

"Everyone, get down!"

Grim did a large inhale and Alice got ready to book it but not taking the length of the cloak into effect the cloak got caught under her foot and almost fell off the stand, Alice braced herself but crashed into someone preventing her from hitting the floor just as Grim let out an array of flames setting the venue and someone's ass on fire, and everyone running in panic.

"S... Sorry" Alice replied opening her eyes to see herself on top of a man with tan skin, bright green eyes, long messy brown hair, and...lion ears.

"Just get off my stomach," he said in a tired but angry tone, she quickly jumped off the man while he made little effort in getting up.

"At this rate, the school will be a sea of fire!" Crowley starts to panic "Somebody, catch that Raccoon Dog"

"Hmm? Aren't you good at hunting? Doesn't it look like a nice plump snack?" The beautiful man questioned the man with lion ears

"Why don't you do it yourself"

"Mr. Crowley" The silver-haired man with the glasses spoke up "Please leave it to me. I'm sure the others couldn't stomach harassing the poor creature, so I will take it upon myself.

Alice couldn't help but notice but when he said that he would de it himself his enthusiastic smile turned a bit sadistic.

"That's Azul for you. Always try to earn himself points." The person communicating through the tablet replied

"Are you all even listening!?" Crowley panicked not even trying to help quell the situation.

"If it's just catching some stupid raccoon, can't you do it yourself, Teach?" The lion eared man questioned earning him a glare from Mr. Crowley

"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not a raccoon! the Great Grim that will become the magician is me!" Grim complained

"It certainly has Moxie. Care to help me, Riddle?" the silver-haired identified as Azul asks turning to the red-haired man.

"I can't overlook those who break rules. Let's hurry and get it."

Hearing that Grim booked it out of the mirror room the moment he saw Azul and Riddle rushing towards him leaving everyone staring as the two ran out of the room chasing the cat.

"Umm, hey, could someone put out my butt fire already" the man in the Turban broke the silence

Oh yeah, that guy's butt was still on fire.... Wait

'It's been how many minutes and nobodies helped him yet' Alice thought to herself

Alice quickly ran over to the poor guy and ripped the cloak off of him toss it to the ground and preceded to stomp out the flame of course forgetting about my clock again and it got caught on fire as well. Quickly she tore off the cloak and tossed it into the plie and resumed stomping out the fire revealing her long black hair, slim figure, light peach skin, light pink lips, and piercing Amethyst colored eyes.

As the result, almost all the boys in the crowd were blushing profusely.

"N..no way it is a girl" "And a really cute one" were some of the whispers she managed to hear

This quickly ended with an "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

A few seconds later both Riddle and Azul returned with Grim with a wired black and red collar around his neck

"Laws of the Queen of Hearts Number 23: 'One shall never bring a cat into a festival.' You being a cat means you've broken the rule. I shall have you leave at once." Riddle stated

"I'm not a cat!! I'll burn this collar right up..." He tried to use his fire but realized he couldn't "E, eh? I can't use my fire!"

"Hmph! You won't be using any magic until I remove the collar. Just like an ordinary cat."

"Wh-what?! I'm not some pet!"

"Wow" Azul spoke up "As wonderful as ever. Any and all magic gets sealed by your Unique Magic, Riddle. I want it..." That comment resulted in Riddle giving Azul a really angry look "No, I wouldn't ever want that cast on me."

"Now then... Miss Weaver" Mr. Crowley put me on the spot again "Do something about your familiar!"

"But" Alice tried to get a word in only for him to interrupt me again.

"Because of you, the welcoming ceremony was almost ruined," He stopped hoping this time I could get something in but

"Your familiar not only destroy one of the coffins but almost destroy parts of the facility and almost injured several students!"

Alice tried to say something again. "While the coffin was not heavily damaged, have you not thought of the cost of repairs for the facilities and lawsuit compensation"

She had just about enough before he could continue "MR. CROWLEY!" Alice yelled

Everyone was in complete silence and shocked.

"So, the kitten has fang" the Lion-eared man Leona spoke up with a smirk

"Umm, can I just say something?"

Mr. Crowley snapped out of his shock stare "*sigh* Very well then, what is it"

"He's not my familiar"

"It's not"

"Yes, that's what I have been trying to tell you"

"Y-you did?" Mr. Crowley cleared his throat and took Grim from Riddle "Anyway, let's get it out of the school at any rate. We won't turn you into stew. For I am gracious."

He began walking out with Grim struggling to get out of his grip.

"Gyaaa! Let me go! I'm going to, going to... Become the greatest magician!" he yells as his voice begun fading.

'I wonder why he was so desperate'

A few seconds later Crowley came back. "We had a bit of trouble along the way, but this brings the entrance ceremony to a close. Dormitory Heads, please show the new students back to the dormitories." He stops for a bit and looks around in confusion. ".. Hm? Now that I think about it, I don't see the leader for Diasomnia, Mr. Draconia around at all..."

"That's no different from usual is it?"

"What? Did nobody tell him about the ceremony?"

"If you're going to complain, you should've done it yourself"

"Hmmm. But I don't really know anything about that guy."

Again, the students below begun to murmur.

"By Draconia...Do they mean "that" Malleus Draconia?", "Is he seriously attending this school?", "Scary..."

"I was correct." An unknown voice causing everyone to turn the source to see a young-looking man with dark hair with magenta streaks. Alice was a bit surprised as the man just appeared out of thin air right beside her.

                   "I thought he might come but Malleus didn't. It seems the invitation "never arrived' again."

"My deepest apologies. I promise, we didn't intend to exclude you". "His aura makes it hard to approach him." Both Azul and Riddle apologized.

"It's fine. Members of the Diasomnia Dormitory can come with me... I hope this doesn't upset him..." before he leaves with the respected dorm he stops in front of Alice and turns to face her.

"It's been a while since some from your family had been accepted here" He whispered to her and walked off to join his group.

Alice wanted to stop him to question what he meant but just like he appeared had vanished before she could.

Eventually, every student left leaving Alice and Crowley were the only ones left.

"Then, miss Alice, I'm terribly sorry about this but... We must have you leave the school. Those without any talent for magic cannot be allowed to attend class here, even if they have only a faint bit of magic. There's no need to worry. The Dark Mirror will send you directly back from whence you came.

"Fine by me, this was a long a wired dream anyway, I just glad to get this over with and wake up back in my bed" Alice replied with a bit of annoyance

"A dream? I can ensure you this is no dream, now enter the Gate, and picture your home clearly in your mind."

Alice walked into the coffin 'Gate' and as Crowley close the lid on her she had begun to think of her home, and her family.

"Oh, Dark Mirror! Guild this one back to the place they belong!"

"....."

*cricket noise*

"Once more. Oh, Dark Mirror! Guide this..."

"It is nowhere..." the Dark Mirror spoke up

"Eh?" both Crowley and Alice replied as she pokes her head out of the 'Gate'

"The place they belong is nowhere in this world... It does not exist."

Reality began to set in for her this was indeed not a dream and that she was indeed stuck in an unknown world's all-boys magic school.

"What did you say? That is unbelievable! Hmm, well the unbelievable has been on parade today. This is the first time it's ever happened since I become Headmaster, what should be... Where exactly you come from?"

"E...England, I'm from Warwickshire, England"

"I've never heard of that place. I have a general grasp of where all the students came from but I've never even heard that name before. Let's go do some research in the library.

[sugar4mysuga]

Y.O.L.O.

Scenario: You’ve been keeping to yourself since you broke up with your boyfriend. Your best friend convinces you to come to a party to get you back on the dating scene, but I’m sure she didn't plan on you having a threesome

Genre: Smut

Characters: Y/N, Jimin, and Jin

You decide to go to the frat party even though you just wanted to stay and binge watch your shows, but your best friend was right. You need to get. After you had broken up with your douche of boyfriend you needed to get back out there. Dressed in your tightest ripped skinny jeans and cutest crop top you were determined to have the time of your life tonight. When you two arrived, the party was in full swing and your best friend immediately spotted her boyfriend. She waved him over and he led you two over to the kitchen to get the first of the many drinks you planned to drink tonight.

Four drinks and an hour and a half later, you were leaning against a wall watching your friend grind with her boyfriend on the dance floor. You had notice two guys from the fraternity standing across the room staring at you. One was taller than the other and had the face of a model. The shorter one had thighs you wish could ride all night. You locked eyes with the taller one and that's when your night really got interesting.

They both walked over to you. The taller one stood to your right and the shorter one stood on the other side of you. They were members of the fraternity that was throwing the party and you knew of them from around the school. They were pretty good students and very popular.

"We haven't seen you here in a while," the taller one said.

"You've seen me here before," you asked surprised they would notice me.

"Yes. Actually, we've been waiting for you to pop up again."

"Why," you asked getting a little nervous. Had you done something embarrassing or broke something the last time you were here.

"You caught our eye the last time we saw you. You swaying the music with your eyes closed like you were in your own world. You were mesmerizing to watch that night," the shorter one told you leaning closer to you.

"Me? Are you sure you have the right person?"

"Yes, babe, we've been waiting for months to find you again," the taller one said grabbing your hand.

"But I don't even know you two."

"I'm Jin," the taller one said, "and he's Jimin. And you are..."

"Y/N," she answered. Why did you just tell them our name? You didn't know them, but they were good looking. Jin has such plump lips that were the perfect hue of pink. His cologne was making you feel light headed. You felt a hand brush your hair behind your ear. You looked over to your left and Jimin grinned at you.

"Y/N, you don't know how long I've waited to do this," he told before you felt his tongue lick neck and his lips lock on to your neck. Before you could object, Jin kissed your lips. You were so shocked by their attack that you didn't think to push them off. Jin licked and nibbled at your bottom lip.

"We need to discuss something with you. I think it will be better if we go to quieter and more discreet location," Jin said as he looked into your eyes. You could only nod your agreement to his suggestion. Jimin finally released your neck and Jin lead you both to their room upstairs.

When Jimin closed the door, the music downstairs was just a loud blur. The room was lit by only a single lamp that was on a nightstand between two full-size beds in the room. Considering that it was two college boy rooms it was very neat and clean. Jin lead you over to the bed with pink and blue comforter and motion for you to have a seat and he sat beside you. After Jimin locked the door, he came and sat on the other side of you. Jimin brushed your hair back behind your ear again.

"What is that you need to talk to me about," you asked getting nervous.

"It has been a fantasy of mine and Jimin's to share a beautiful woman once." The air in your lungs rushed out, Jin noticed your shock. "I see you've guessed that we wanted it to you."

"M...m....me?"

"Yes, Y/N, you're all we could think about since we saw you lost. We wanted to wait until you return for one of the frat's party and was back in that element before we approached you with our idea."

"But...but why me?"

"Why not you? We are both attracted to you and we both want you," Jin answered you quickly. You were silent for a moment. The drinks you had were making it hard for you to think straight and the fact that you were seating between two of the hottest guys on campus was not helping you think straight either. But then you thought, why not. You were a cute college girl and you were usually very straight lace and always did the right thing, so why not step outside of your box once. And why not just give in to the idea of you only live once.

"Ok," you finally answered and they pushed you back on the bed. Jimin attacked your mouth. His lips crushed yours and his tongue was in your mouth. You felt Jin's hands unbuttoning your pants and then pulled them down your legs until they were off. You felt one of Jimin's hands squeeze your breast. He pinched your nipple and couldn't help but moan. Your breast had always been very sensitive. Jimin smiled against your lips.

"You like that y/n," he asked. You could only nod at his response. Jin laid beside you.

"You two having fun," Jin asked.

"I am," Jimin answered smirking at Jin.

"What about you, y/n," Jin asked you before he kissed you.

"Y...yes," you answered once he lifted his head. Jin looked over at Jimin who was pouting.

"What's wrong, Jiminnie," Jin asked.

"What about me," Jimin answered.

"I'm sorry Jiminnie, I didn't mean to neglect you." Jin caressed Jimin's cheek and kissed his on the mouth. You could see their tongues entwine and Jimin sucked on Jin's tongue. You laid there watching two of the cutest boys on campus make out right in front you. Your mouth dropped open as you watch the most passionate and sexiest kiss you have seen. They finally remember you were still there and they both turned to look at you. "Now back to the main course, Jimin."

Jimin started kissing you again as Jin knelt between your knees. You felt Jin hands running down your thighs and he started kissing up your inner thigh. Jimin's lips had moved down to your neck and he was running his hand behind you to unsnap your bra. Once he undid your bra, he cupped your breast and started pinching your nipples. You were biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning, but that was soon not enough to stop you. Jimin lifted your shirt and was teasing your nipple with his tongue. Jin had spread your legs and ran his tongue over your lace covered pussy. As though they were synchronized, as Jimin began to suck on your breast and pinch the other one, Jin swiped your panties to the side and started to suck on your clit. You were a moaning mess. You ran your fingers through Jimin's hair, grabbed a handful of his hair and started tugged at his luscious locks.

Your legs were trying to close but Jin had your large hands were holding your legs open. He now licking long strokes over our clit. He moaned as he ran his tongue over you.

"Y/N, you taste so good," he said in between licks. "I could eat you all night." You felt your body tense and your stomach tighten. You were so close. You looked down and saw Jimin's tongue teasing your nipple and below him, your eyes connect with Jin as he was devouring you. The building tension in your body snapped and you were thrown into a cloud of ecstasy. You closed your eyes and saw billions of stars burst being your eyelids. You moaned Jin's name and then Jimin's. They both took their mouths from you. When you open finally open your eyes, Jimin was running his fingers through your hair and Jin was stroking your thighs. Jimin placed butterfly kisses on your forehead as you continued to come down from your high.

"Are you ready for another one," Jimin asked. You nodded your response. Get on your knees for me, baby." Jin undressed as Jimin helped you out of your shirt when you sat up. Jin bent down and kissed you while Jimin undressed this time.

"Get on your knees, baby, so Jimin can make you cum again." You stood and knelt on the bed on all fours. You heard kissing sounds and look back and saw them kissing again. Jimin had his hands in Jin's hair as he devoured his mouth.

"You were right. She does taste sweet, Hyung." Jimin told him when he finally let him go. Your mouth dropped open again. It was going to take you a while to get used to seeing them kiss like that.

Jin crawled up on the bed and sat beside your head. He brushed your hair out your face and kissed you. You felt Jimin run his hands over your ass and let one hand dip between your legs. You moaned inti Jin's mouth as Jimin put two fingers in you.

"y/n, you're so tight," he groaned.

"Jimin, go slow, I don't want you to hurt her," Jin told him. You weren't a virgin so you didn't think Jimin could hurt you until you look back and saw him stroking a monster thick dick with his other hand.

"Omg," you gasped.

"I'll go slow, baby. I promise I won't hurt you," Jimin smirked and told you as he rolled on a condom.

"I don't...I mean ... do you think it will fit," you asked nervously. Jin turned your head to face him.

"Jimin would never hurt you. We promise to only give you pleasure."

"You're so wet that I will be slide in easily little by little," Jimin told you as he bent over you and kissed your neck. You could feel his thick ass dick press against you. It was hard and smooth rubbing against your butt. "Are you ready?" he asked. You nodded in response and stood back up and rubbed the tip against your entrance. Jin started to kissing you again as Jimin made shallow thrust into. He was half way in and there was a little pain. He was giving you time to adjust to his thickness before he withdrew and thrust his way further into you. You let a loud moan into Jin's mouth when Jimin was finally balls deep into you. You clenched around him and squeezed your butt cheeks hard.

"Please, don't do that again. You're so tight and so wet," Jimin whined. "You feel so good." Jin stood up and wrap his arms around Jimin when he stood behind him. He placed kisses on his shoulder and Jimin relaxed. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," you responded and braced yourself. Jimin withdrew almost all the way and then thrust back into you. He continued to move in and out of you slowly. The tightness in your belly was routine and his thickness was leaving a delicious burning sensuous inside of you. You moaned his name and rocked back on your knees and met him.

"Hyung, I'm not going to last long with her moaning my name like that," Jimin confessed.

"I can fix that," Jin told him. Jin crawled back on the bed and knelt in front of you. You looked up at him and kissed one last time. "We've got to keep you quiet so Jimin can focus on making you feel you good." He stroked his dick. It was thick like Jimin's, but it a nice thickness and longer. You licked your lips as you saw a drop of precum on the tip of his dick. You leaned forward and licked it off. You moaned at the salty taste of Jin. You leaned forward again and sucked the tip of dick into your mouth. Jin gasped and ran his fingers through your hair. You swirled your tongue around the tip before began to suck Jin to back of your throat.

"Omg, y/n, are you trying to swallow me whole," Jin groaned. You responded by coming back up to the tip and then swallowing the tip of dick down your throat. You could always relax the muscles in your throat and control your gag reflexes.

"Hyung, are you okay," Jimin asked as he slammed into you. You moaned as he hit the spot that drove you crazy.

"Jimin, she is literally swallowing my dick," he told Jimin in a small panic. He looked at you, "You are full of surprises y/n." Jimin thrusts were getting harder and faster. You could feel our orgasm building. Jin began to make a shallow thrust into your mouth. "Y/n your mouth feels so good around my dick." He grabbed a handful of your hair and began to guide your mouth up and down his dick. His enjoyment in your skills was sending you on high. You tried to swallow more of him and his dick twitching your throat.

"Fuck," Jin growled as he felt his orgasm coming. He tried to pull you off but you latched on and let him cum down your throat. He fell back on his knees and moaned as she sucked him dry. You finally release his dick with a pop. He leaned against the headboard trying to catch his breath. Jimin thrust into your spot again and you moaned his name.

"Please, Jimin, right there," you moaned as you looked back at him. There was sweat trickling down his hard chest and his hair was wet with sweat.

"Y/n, you killing me," Jimin moaned. He hit your spot two more times and it set off the strongest orgasm you have had in your life. You squeezed around Jimin's dick and it set his orgasm off. He slammed into you deep on last time and you could feel him cumming into the condom. He laid his head on your back panting for air. You finally collapsed on the bed and fell on top of you. HE rolled off you and Jin laid beside you and caressed your face.

After a moment, Jin broke the silence.

"Y/N, I don't think Jimin and I can do this just once," Jin confessed to you. You and Jimin began to laugh.

"I agree with you, Hyung. Once is not going to enough."

"So, Y/N is there a chance that you will give us the chance to satisfy you again, Jin asked you. You looked at them both.

"I guess, I'll let you try one more time," you answered trying to keep a straight face but ended up laughing when Jimin looked at you little shocked. "I'm kidding, of course, we can do this again and again and again." Jin pulled her into his chest and Jimin hugged her from the back.

"I think this is the start of something wonderful," Jin said as you drifted off to sleep in their arms.