#i haven’t been drawing as much these months. must continue

[stonesylove]

Summary: Alessandra and Tom met on a casual night out in Berlin while he's filming the prequel of the hunger games, both of them are down for a little three month affair but what if they want a little bit more.

social media au

A night out in Berlin pt.2

Our first conversation

Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

Alessandra woke up and as normal 22 year old, took her phone to check her social media after one of the best nights out she ever had, she remembered some parts of the night but the others felt like a distant memory; she opened up Instagram to see and she had a new verified follower, someone called “Tom Blyth” she knew a lot of Tom’s but not a single one was famous so when Alessandra touch his profile pic and went to his profile she got hit whit the memory of the tall man with a buzz cut, she couldn’t believe that she fooled around with an actor in a random club in a night out.

“GIULIANA COME HERE” she screamed calling her best friend to tell her the crazy news, Giuliana and Alessandra have been best friend since they were 3 years old, they met in a little ballet academy in Naples, both have dreamed of dancing around the world and they ended up living together in Berlin and dancing for Staatsballett; Alessandra heard the steps coming closer and then she saw her door being open by her friend.

“Girl it’s 8 am, stop screaming” Giuliana said, “shut up and listen to me, remember last night when I got lost from you guys?” Alessandra asked thrilled to tell the whole story, her friend nodded so she can continue with the story, “Well I ended up dancing and making out with this cute tall man and I guess at some point I had to tell him my ig because now he’s following me” she said.

“I don’t see what’s the issue here” Giuliana said with a confused look, “HES A FUCKING BRITISH ACTOR” Alessandra screamed excited while her best friend was in completely shock, “you need to post a thirst trap right now” Giuli said with a playful look in her face, “I’m going to follow him up first and maybe I’ll post it later, I don’t know this is fucking wild” Alessandra said while opening up Instagram again to follow Tom.

Alessandra kept her day going without stressing too much about the topic, she knew he must be busy working on Germany or maybe he’s traveling with some friends so she wouldn’t want to distract him with a text but maybe it was a good idea to post a little selfie on her stories just to taste the waters.

Alessandra Di Maggio posted a story

Alessandra was walking with her friends to her class while she posted a pic she took some days ago that she felt would be cute enough to draw his attention, she felt like a little girl waiting for her crush to give her some attention and that made her feel so stupid because Alessandra knew that an actor would never lay his eyes on her and all that happened was just a drunken mistake, she locked her phone deciding she wouldn’t check Instagram for the day, Alessandra just didn’t want to get all in her head and get distracted during what’s really important.

The class was a success, she felt tired but at the same time she knew she had to be the best to get to the point she wants to be; Alessandra picked up her belongings and the walked out of the door waiting for her best friend to catch her up.

“So, have you checked Instagram? Did he even liked the story? Did he answered?” Giuliana said while catching Alessandra outside of the dance studio, “I literally posted and blocked my phone, I haven’t check it out” she said while trying to sound uninterested, “WELL DO IT BITCH“ her friend said while rising her voice. Alessandra took her phone out of her bag, she saw that she had a couple notifications but nothing special so she opened up Instagram to see that he liked her story and he sent a message.

Tom Blyth sent you a message 

Tom Blyth

Good morning Alessa with 4 s

Alessandra couldn’t believe that he send her a message, it was crazy for her because they were a little too drunk and she thought he wouldn’t remember her and also the way she screamed her Instagram handle, “Giuli he messaged me” Alessandra said a little bit shocked because she thought it meant nothing for him, “REPLY RIGHT NOW” Giuliana screamed.

Alessandra Di Maggio

hi Tom boy, thought you forgot about me

She send the message and block her phone again, Alessandra couldn’t believe she was doing that, texting him was a crazy scenario in her head, that type of stuff never happen to people like her so she wouldn’t keep any high hopes. Alessandra and Giuliana decided to grab dinner outside because contrary to popular believe ballerinas usually ate a lot; when they arrived home Alessandra didn’t check her phone since she replied the message and she wasn’t ready to do that yet, so she went to the bathroom took a long shower, got ready for bed and still was too scared to check it out. Alessandra laid down in her bed, she thought about going to sleep without checking her phone but the curiosity was eating her alive, so she took her phone out and opened Instagram.

Tom Blyth sent you a message 

Tom Blyth 

I would never forget about you Ale 😂

How are you? You never told me you were ballerina!!

Alessandra Di Maggio

are you a millennial?? What’s up with that emoji 💀

well you never told me that you were an actor so we are even 

Tom Blyth 

Being a millennial is okay, I’m a proud millennial 

How old are you?

if you don’t mind me asking 

Alessandra Di Maggio

I’m 22 and you Tom boy?

gonna be honest I was stalking your profile and I want to say that I don’t agree about riding horses but I’m 100% down to ride the cowboy

Tom Blyth 

I’m 27, so you’re an iPad kid???

You gotta be a little bit more creative if that’s the way you flirt but you don’t look bad in those leotards and thighs 

Alessandra Di Maggio

so you’re a grandpa???

I had to make the joke Tom, it was funny to me 🙄🙄🙄

Tom Blyth 

What if we play 21 questions so we can make other type of jokes funny girl 

Alessandra Di Maggio

did you google that??

but sure 

were where you born?

Tom Blyth 

You’re way too funny 🙄🙄

I’m from Birmingham and you?

What’s your fav color?

Alessandra Di Maggio

I’m from Naples, best part of Italy 

such a deep question 

light blue and yours ?

Tom Blyth 

Like the color of my eyes?

Dark purple, I think so 

What’s up with the caption on your la post??

Alessandra Di Maggio

That counts as one of your questions

A little bit lighter than yours British boy

It’s from a song called “JESUS IN BERLIN”

Are you here for pleasure or for work?

Tom Blyth 

I’m working on a Movie, i’ll be here for three months 

Are you a professional ballerina or is just a hobbie?

Alessandra Di Maggio

let’s hope your big movie doesn’t make a chaos in the city 

I’m a professional ballet dancer

okay, now we’re getting into the deeper questions 

Tom Blyth 

I can go deeper if you want funny girl 😏

They talked until like three in the morning until Alessandra felt asleep, both of them couldn’t believe how the conversation was flowing like they known each other for a while also but of them have the same sense of humor so it’s makes everything a little bit easier to get to know each other, Alessandra wasn’t sure if all the dirty jokes were real and he wanted all that but she wouldn’t mind a three month affair with an English boy, at the end they might never see each other again.

Tom Blyth posted a story 

This is what her if ig looks like 

[menofchaos]

Coco x Reader

Note: Hello, back with some Coco smut. That’s pretty much all it is, so warning now. This could be standalone or with this reader series. I hope everyone likes it! I also posted some drabble prompts if anyone is interested! Credit to the best for the gif @thesewickedhands

“Bitch, how are you still here? Your man has been giving you bedroom eyes all night!”

“I would’ve been in the back room. They must be into some freaky shit, drawing it out like that.”

It was approaching four months of Coco being sober. Everything was almost back to the way it was before he disappeared. Almost. After dealing with withdrawal symptoms, addiction triggers, Letty’s understandable anger and Coco’s long hours to fix the clubhouse, he finally earned his bottom rocker back. He sat at his kitchen table the night before, sewing the patch onto his leather with such a proud look, it made her emotional. To celebrate, Alvarez decided a party was in order to continue to try and make amends between charters. The clubhouse lot was overflowing with friends, family and some out of town charter members.

Coco was sitting at a folding table, playing cards with Angel, Gilly and Manny but he rarely looked away from her. She was standing with some ladies, who were teasing her about Coco’s intense gaze.

She had researched recovery in order to help Coco in any way she could. Relationships, especially in early recovery, were discouraged. Even though they had decided to be together and had barely spent a night apart, their sex life had been virtually nonexistent.

She knew tonight would be different. He caught her getting ready in the bathroom in a black lacy bra and thong set. He smirked and looked her over, leaning against the doorway to watch. He opted for just a tanktop under his kutte, his tattooed arms on display. His long hair was hanging over his shoulders in two braids. His eyes were clear and he was getting closer to his old physique every day.

“Dude, she’s not even paying attention to us.”

She laughed as she tore her eyes away from his long fingers, “Yes, I am. It’s been a while and he looks hot.”

Her phone buzzed in her back pocket and she pulled it out, acrylic nails tapping on the screen as she unlocked it.

El Coco 🥵😍 I can’t stop thinking about what you got under those shorts ma

Corazón I didn’t think you liked it, you didn’t even touch me 🥺

El Coco 🥵😍 I had to show up here tonight. If I touched you we wouldn’t have made it out the house

Corazón You still feel that way?

She excused herself from the girls and went up the clubhouse steps, glancing over her shoulder at him. She maneuvered her way through the busy space until she got to the bathroom. She closed the door and leaned against the wall, waiting.

Not five minutes later and the door opened, Coco squeezing through and closing the door behind him. He licked his lips, putting his hands on either side of her head.

“Hi,” she smiled sweetly, her eyes on his.

“You haven’t been drinking that much today,” he murmured, smirking when he noticed her hands behind her back.

“Neither have you,” she countered, her face tilted up to his.

He glanced at her lips, “I don’t wanna get too drunk. I wanna remember every sound I’m gonna force out of you.”

His blood boiled when he heard her breath hitch, “I wanna remember every thrust that forces a sound out of me.”

“Too bad you didn’t wear a skirt,” he pressed closer to her, trapping her between his body and the wall.

She flushed and smiled, “I was worried the bike vibrating would feel too good,” she admitted.

An evil smirk crossed his face, “You wet for me?” she nodded, holding his gaze, “I don’t have to stay much longer.”

She leaned in and pecked his lips, “I’m ready when you are,” she whispered against his mouth.

They separated when Gilly knocked on the door, grinning when they walked out together. She went back to the girls, dancing and doing a couple shots as he finished his game with the guys. She felt his eyes on her when he came inside, like an electrical current getting closer. Surrounded by people but he still felt like they were the only ones in the room. A private dance just for him.

“Just go home and fuck her already, bro.”

He glared at his drunken brother, who was smirking at Coco with an arm around his shoulders.

“You wasted?” he laughed.

Angel shook his head, grinning, “Nahhhh. Listen. We all know you wanna fuck her. You two are turning everyone on. Go home already.”

Coco pushed Angel back, shaking his head before heading over to her. He slipped behind her and touched her hips as she danced, smirking when she felt his chest against her back.

“Ready to go?” he murmured in her ear.

She turned in his arms and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. After they said their goodbyes, they met up by his bike. Coco handed her a helmet.

“Don’t cum on the bike unless I say,” he teased.

She laughed and held him tight as they drove home. He held her ankle, stroking her skin as they stopped at a red light. She rubbed his thighs, smirking against his shoulder when she felt him shiver. He pulled into the driveway and helped her off, kissing her as soon as they took their helmets off.

“I’ll meet you inside, gonna put the bike away,” he whispered.

“Any requests?” she smirked, tugging gently at his green scarf.

He smirked, “Don’t start without me. I don’t wanna miss a second of that ass.”

She kissed him again and headed for the door, giggling when he swatted at her ass. She headed into the bedroom and lit a few candles she had bought. She turned on some music, then set a pack of cigarettes and Coco’s rolling tray on his nightstand. She was grabbing some water from the kitchen when he came inside. His eyes lit up when he heard the music.

“It's like that?” he smirked.

She winked and crooked her finger as she walked backwards down the hall. He followed her and grabbed her waist, throwing her over his shoulder. She squealed, laughing as he dropped her on the bed. The water bottles rolled out of her hands as he leaned over her and kissed her hard, pressing her against the mattress. She held his cheeks, wrapping her legs around his waist as they started grinding against each other.

“I fucking miss you,” he breathed, lacing their fingers together and pinning her arms above her head.

“I miss you,” she squeezed his hands, untangling their legs to kick her boots off, “I didn’t cum on the bike.”

She gasped when his hand squeezed her throat, “Good girl,” he kissed her roughly. The friction felt good but he grunted in annoyance, his hand slipping between them to tug at her shorts, “You wore these on purpose.”

He locked eyes with her as he used one hand to pull her shorts down, “Maybe,” her chest heaved when he hooked a finger into the thin fabric of her thong and tugged it down. She pulled them off with her free hand, “You’re wearing too much.”

Coco growled and stood up, spreading her legs and quickly stripping his own clothes off. Her bright eyes moved up and down his body and he nodded at her, “Take it all off. Now.”

She sat up and pulled her shirt off, Coco squeezing her chest as soon as he was done with his boots. Her back arched, pushing her tits into his warm hands as she unclipped her bra. He groaned and kissed her tattooed chest, sucking her skin.

She tossed her bra off the bed, gasping when his teeth grazed her nipple, dark eyes on hers while he flickered his tongue against it. She couldn’t look away from him as he kissed down her body. He smoothed his hands up the backs of her thighs, pinning them to her chest, “I’m fuckin’ starving.”

Coco ate her just like a starving man. His crooked nose glistened as he groaned against her wetness. She writhed under his tongue, gripping the sheets as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. He pulled back and slapped her clit, smirking when she flinched and moaned his name. Her legs hooked over his shoulders, one hand on her stomach as he added his fingers. Her hips rocked with his fingers’ thrusts, his name falling from her lips over and over. She came twice before he gave her a reprieve, kissing her inner thigh.

“Fuckin…forgot how much you love eating pussy,” she laughed breathlessly.

An evil smirk crossed his face, “I ain’t done, ma. Just don’t want you passing out. Yet.”

Her eyes rolled back as he went back down, coaxing another orgasm from her. She gripped his hand, hips bucking off the bed. Her legs slipped off his shoulders as he pulled back. She sat up and kissed him desperately, reaching down to stroke his already hard cock. His own hips jerked into her hand as he sucked her tongue, pressing her back against the bed.

“You get that hard from eating me out?” she breathed, rubbing her thumb over his tip.

“Been hard since I saw you in the bathroom,” he shivered, “Been wanting to fuck you like this for months.”

He grabbed her hips and manhandled her so she was on all fours. She lowered her body onto the bed, her back arching and ass on display for him. Glaring, he slapped her ass. She jumped, giggling when he did it again. Her eyes rolled back when he slid deep inside her, her back arching as he bottomed out. He pulled out slow, lips parted as he watched her stretch around him.

“Look at this pussy,” he licked his lips, “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” she whined, “Oh my god, Coco.”

Hearing her voice crack around his name unleashed something primal in Coco. His thrusts hit deep and harsh, his eyes closed as he listened to her cries. Her thighs shook and she clenched around him, her walls clinging to him as he pressed deep. She gripped the sheets as she gasped with each thrust. She jumped when he slapped her ass.

“This is mine,” he stopped, panting as he slid into her as deep as he could, “Ain’t it?”

“Yes!” she cried, “Fuck yes, it’s yours! Coco, please!”

He resumed the hard and fast pace, smirking when she moaned in relief. He leaned over, kissing her spine softly. She was whimpering with each deep hit, body shaking from his movements and her prior releases. He reached under her to rub her clit, his eyes lighting up when she bucked under him. She released again, screaming his name when he didn’t stop. He finally slowed his hips and she panted, grabbing his hand and kissing his thumb.

“So fucking pretty,” he grunted in her ear, “You ready?”

She smirked back at him and nodded, “Give it to me.”

Coco did just that, pounding her into the mattress as she sobbed and begged him not to stop. He dug his fingers into her skin as he tried to hold it together. One of her shaky hands gripped his thigh and he wrapped a hand around her throat, holding her torso just off the bed. Her eyes rolled back when he laced his hands together and held her throat. She reached down to rub her clit, screaming his name as she came a final time. He grunted and came deep inside her, twitching as she clenched tight around him.

He pulled out slowly, smirking when she whined in protest, “You want me to stay?”

“Yes,” her hair covered her face but he heard the pout in her voice.

He laid down next to her shaking form, turning her onto her side and slipping back inside her. She hissed but relaxed back in his arms.

“I missed that,” she whispered after a few moments, their breathing slowed to normal.

“Me too,” he kissed her shoulder. She closed her eyes and pulled the blanket over them. He smiled, “You going to sleep, baby?”

“Till it’s time for round 2.”

[happyanderes]

⚠︎Letter⚠︎

☎︎002-001

Stalker x reader

⚠︎Warnings: Yandere, stalking, drug usage(movie chloroform)

This is an oldie, so no drawings of the guy:>

Unless someone wants to see it

Word count:1.6k

If you’re reading this letter, I hope you read it to the end. 

You have the right to know everything written in here.

The first time I met you was exactly three months ago, it was a fraction of a second. you walked past me with hurried steps, I was deep in thought.

At that moment, a question that popped in my head.

Can someone know everything about a person when the other doesn’t?

……Only one way to find out. 

It was an experiment, and I chose you to be my participant.

To be honest, it could’ve been anyone walking there, you were just unlucky, I guess.

So I took the plan into action and turn around to follow you home. The first thing I learned about you was that you walk really fast, as if you’re in a hurry. 

But I was faster, you were relaxed, I can hear the little tune you were humming along with the music from your earphones. You liked that song a lot back then, but it changed to another lately, right?

Anyways, you were in your little world, I didn’t even have to hide the sound of my footsteps. Well, nobody is prepared for a stalker, not even me, perhaps.

I learned so much about you just that night, you would play with the straps on your bag, twist your fingers in them. Did you notice that little habit? It looks like you want your hand to be held.

And the way you breathe was quite adorable, sometimes you take deeper breaths as if you forgot to breathe.

You were a complete stranger to me, not my type, even.

But those little details were quite intriguing, so I continued on with my “research”.

Can someone know everything about a person when the other doesn’t?

For the first two weeks, I followed you through you going between work and home, at 8:30 sharp, but you often leave late, looking tired, were you being picked on? I later knew that it was in fact, true. Poor you, but it’ll get better, I’ll make sure of that.

By following you, I learned quite a lot, your favorite foods in the convenience store, how you would get all excited when you see a stray cat, or someone walking a dog. 

But that wasn’t enough, I can see you have a mask on when you’re outside, always smiling, always so composed.

So, I did what I have to, I broke in your house. It was so easy, who hides their spare keys in somewhere so obvious? So I took it and had someone make a copy, they didn’t suspect a thing, even laughed and told me to be careful with my keys, after all, who would know they’d encounter a stalker in real life? It’s amusing.

I haven’t felt such emotions in a long time, the fear of being caught, the excitement of sneaking around, the interesting feeling when I think about how nobody suspected me.

Strangely, I didn’t feel guilt, I mean, never had. 

(Click)

Anyways, I went in your apartment, it was way smaller than what I’ve expected, and quite messy, must I add. But it holds a certain charm to it, how you really are is so obvious just by seeing this room, I find it cute, how your pajamas are lying on the bed, how you forgot to leave the cap of your toothpaste on. Always, you go to work in a hurry and come home so late, do you have time for anything?

The first day was a little dangerous, I was so into the photo albums and the trinkets you collect in your room I almost forgot the time, I went past you when you were on the ground floor, but you didn’t seem to notice me, you looked so tired, no matter how much make up you put on it couldn’t hide those dark circles.

I felt bad for you, but I can’t help out yet, the experiment will last for three months.

Can someone know everything about a person when the other doesn’t?

After that, I often visit your house, in fact, I visit every day when you were not there. I would go in, look at all your things, then leave before sun down.

It was when I tried to go in your computer and faced a password did I realize that I don’t know your name yet. 

So I went through all your stuff, finding some mail and your passport, found your password, your name and your birthday isn’t a good combination, by the way, someone bad might figure it out.

It’s too late for that, apparently.

The stuff you have in there is just, so interesting.

First of all, you should block that guy who’s keep messaging you instead of dragging it on! Why are you giving him hope? He’s disturbing you and that alone is enough for him to die a thousand times.

Next, interesting taste in fictions. We might make a good couple.

Unfortunately, I didn’t think about it too much at the time, the need to do an experiment was replaced by the excitement rather than attachment or emotions towards you, of course, I felt attached to you, but it wasn’t strong……not yet.

Then after a month or so, I went through everything I could find, including your computer, I even read all the manga and stuff to get to know you more……and I hate to admit it, but it wasn’t half bad, some had nice plots.

But at some point, I couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing you, so I went back to stalking you. I’ve gone a little rusty, but same as always, you didn’t feel it, it was a little frustrating to be honest, I don’t want you to notice me in this experiment, but at the same time I wanted you to turn your head around and use those beautiful eyes to look at me, to notice me, to show all those emotions and little details to me. I must have gone crazy……if I wasn’t at the start. 

We are only halfway through the experiment, and I’ve known so, so, so much about you, all those adorable little quirks, the real side of you, you became so beautiful in my eyes when I started stalking you again, for a moment, I thought you were an angel, not the biblical accurate ones you’ve seen in fictions, the ones people think about.

It was then I realized, I have fallen, not that deep yet, but…... 

If I stopped the experiment could we still be strangers back then? 

Can we?

No, it was too late for that……

Just following you wasn’t enough anymore, just going through your albums isn’t enough anymore, just looking through every post you made on social media isn’t enough anymore.

I have to……no, need to touch you.

It was the biggest risk I’ve taken by far, It would be the end if I was caught.

But it was so tempting, to touch your hair, your face…..to hold your hand and kiss your nose. 

I enjoy petting your hair a lot, whenever I touch them, I can’t get my hand off it it, and how comfortable you look when I pet you even when you’re sleeping. 

And the way your nose would scrunch up whenever I kiss you, as if it tickles you is just so cute.

That was just so adorable I couldn’t help but kiss you again and again, in your forehead, your eyelids, your cheeks, and your lips. They were soft, but a little dry.

It became routine, everyday when you’re fast asleep I would go in your house and just look at you, if I was feeling bold I’d touch you some more.

But it’s not enough, it’ll never be enough.

I haven’t slept well ever since I met you that day, I was making notes, or planning things, you never leave my head, every second of my life was surrounded by you, but the fact that you don’t know me was driving me crazy, you did all of this unconsciously.

By the time I realized, it’s only a week until this experiment ends. I learned about anything I could possibly learn about you, the way you talk to the people you like, the way you talk to the people you dislike, the little habit you have when you’re tense, I fell madly in love with you.

But there’s one thing I don’t know about you.

What would you do when you talk to me?

What face would you make when you see me?

Some stranger who knows all about you?

I think I have an inkling.

I can predict what you do easily, it’s amusing.

Anyways, I took a little time off from you and got some……supplies, I’ll put it that way. I’ve decorated our new place in the way you like, I hope you would appreciate it. I should be in your house by now, remember to take a deep breath.

I’ll come and get you in……

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(Suddenly, you feel someone breathing on your neck)

(when did the door click open? )

“Ah ah ah, don’t run.”

(An arm was wrapped around your waist)

”The experiment was successful, I know aAaaLlll about you.”

(A cloth covered your mouth and your nose, you try to struggle, but it’s getting dizzy.)

“But it’s time for you to know about me. After all, it’s only fair for you to know all about me when I know you so well.”

(Your consciousness is fading, you tried to attack the person behind you, but you don’t have any strength anymore.)

“Can’t wait to have those pretty eyes looking at me.”

(You lose conscious)

[jmagnabo92]

PM - 49 Photo

@prongsfoot-microfic

When Harry finds a photo of James and Sirius kissing, he’s got some questions and Sirius has a lot of explaining to do.

AO3

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“Hey, Sirius,” Harry says, tentatively from the doorway of the drawing room.  

Sirius hated being in this house again, but at least he has the opportunity to spend time with his godson/son.  Of course, Harry didn’t know that he and James were married or that Lily had only been a surrogate – well, sort of – James and Lily had been together briefly before he and James got together, and Lily had fallen pregnant.  Lily hadn’t been sure about marriage and kids and everything while she was a major target in the war, so he and James had agreed to raise Harry as theirs.  Lily would be a godmother, but they would raise him.

Only the prophecy had happened, and everyone had known that Harry biologically belonged to James and Lily.  So, they made assumptions and those two went into hiding and – well, the story continues from there.  

As far as everyone knows, Sirius is just the best mate.

“Hey, Harry.  Everything, okay?”

“Er, well, I – I sort of found something and I – I don’t really know how to ask, but…”

Harry nervously offers him something in his hand that he accepts.  He looks down to see a picture of himself and James kissing.  They were dressed up in fancy dress robes and had a small wedding – just the three of them.  Lily had performed the ceremony, she had gotten the ability as a special present to them for agreeing to take Harry in as their own (of course, he was biologically, James’) and allowing her to stand back a bit.

“Er, Harry, there’s something I haven’t told you – a lot actually,” Sirius states.  “Why don’t we have a seat?”

Harry nods and they sit on the little couch in the room.  It’s quiet as Sirius doesn’t know where to begin, too lost in the photo – one of the happiest days of his life.  He and James hadn’t been together long, only about three months, but they had always known they wanted forever.  

After a minute or so, Harry clears his throat.  “Are you – going to explain?”

Sirius clears his throat.  “Yes, er, you see – James was always more than my best mate.  I – I can’t tell you when I fell in love with him, but it was long before this kiss.”  He pauses.  “But you see, James was kind of – well – he kind of confused his feelings a lot.  He did fancy your mother, a lot, but he also had similar feelings for me, but he assumed they must’ve been platonic because you don’t have those feelings for a best mate.”  Sirius laughs.  “He was obviously mistaken.”

“Uh-huh, go on.”

“Okay, well, he dated your mother at the end of seventh year and into the beginnings of the war, but then realized that he wanted to be with me – Lily actually helped him figure it out,” Sirius states.  “And we got together.  This photo is of our impromptu wedding, we wanted to be married before you came along.”

Harry frowns.  “How did I come along then?”

Sirius takes a breath.  “Lily became pregnant right before your father and I got together.  It – it complicated things.  It was decided that James and I would raise you as a couple, as Lily – she loved you, but didn’t want to make you a target, the war was too much … it was a complicated time.  We were going to be your fathers and she was to be your godmother.”

“Then why does everyone think –”

“Technically, biologically, they’re right about your parentage.  And assuming the situation with James and Lily and – and … I was afraid that no one would believe me.  After all, the war was full of assumptions and craziness and I lost James and you in one night and ever since then… well, no one here is taking me seriously, so I – I thought it was better that I didn’t tell you about all of this.”

Harry nods.  “I suppose that makes sense.  Still, I – it would’ve been nice for you to tell me that you would’ve been my dad, too.”

“Pads,” Sirius states.  “Dad and Pads.  We used to joke about it all of the time.”

Harry grins.  “I know it must be hard to be without Dad, but I’m really glad to have my Pads, here.”

“I’m happy to be here with you, too, kiddo.  And at least, now, you know that it would’ve been the three of us as a family.”

“At least we still have the two of us and this photo.”

Sirius smiles.  “And lots of stories.”

“I’d love to hear them.”

“And I’d love to tell you.”

[lanarai]

I don’t know if it’s right to make the first post so sad, but on my blog I would sometimes like to share not only my drawings, but also stories from my life.

I suffer from a congenital predisposition to alcoholism.

I think it’s clear from the title what it is, but I’ll still explain how it’s possible. No, I haven’t drank since childhood, which is why this could happen, it has to do with genetics. When a family suffers from alcoholism from generation to generation, there is a high probability that this predisposition will be passed on to the future generation.

In my father’s family, many generations suffered from alcoholism, all the relatives who are dead, I know, died from alcoholism. I personally know a relative, my grandmother’s brother, who died of alcoholism when I was 10. He was a terrible guy, he drank, smoked, I definitely didn’t consider him alive since childhood. My own grandfather, as far as I remember, was an alcoholic, periodically, but he was, but now he doesn’t drink, only because he can’t really walk.

Since childhood, I was told that I have this predisposition and was always strictly warned that I must control myself, because female alcoholism is much worse. But at the age of 18 I received full access to alcohol and unfortunately at one point I fell into severe depression and tried to heal it with alcohol. I drank one or two glasses every day, and this continued for a month. And so, sitting down to drink again, I suddenly realized a terrible thing. I stopped feeling the taste of alcohol. The same sign when you start drinking without enjoying the drink, but just drinking. At that very moment and day, I realized what I was doing to myself, what I was turning into. I didn’t finish my glass that day, but poured it out along with the remaining wine. After that day, for half a year I did not allow myself to touch alcohol at all, and only after such a period did I start drinking a little again, drinking one glass of champagne or wine once every two weeks, or even less often.

Most likely, you will now read a beautiful text that has already been edited, because the next day I will edit it for errors.

Finally, I want to tell you, as a person who independently struggled with the first stage of alcoholism, know when to stop.

Alcohol is cool until you lose your taste for it

[ego-morior]

-

I started the New Year drunk and sat on my friend’s porch while everyone was inside continuing to enjoy the celebrations and ate my twelve grapes. I didn’t eat them fast like you’re supposed to. I even had my screen on the notes app with my 12 wishes. Four of them were drunkenly used for my grandma’s good health and happiness because I couldn’t remember if I had mentioned that one and I wanted to make absolutely sure it was mentioned. After that night, something shifted. I’ve become more… lethargic? Melancholic? I’m more grounded.

I haven’t done my tarot cards since before the fall weather hit the Georgia mountains. The last time I had done them, I shuffled and reshuffled until I realized I had seen every pattern of card combination to reflect the need to be patient and the detailed description of my hopelessness of it all. Whenever I see my loving number of 333, I give it one second of my time and look away.

I get up in the morning and go to work, and if I’m not at work, I sleep. And sleep. And sleep. And sleep. And sleep. I don’t experience dreams anymore, at least not any that I find any meaning to. I’m disconnected to any whimsical coincidences and otherworldly signs I might have considered guided or positive. I’m done with delusions, but it seems I’m also losing the light and motivation to do anything but breathe and do what I must to continue living in the world that currently exists.

My piano collects dust with a missing cable, locked away in the closet. My drawing pad is untouched and any novel I had started at the age of 10 sits on the screen with the same word count it had seven or eight years ago. I’ve exhausted my desire to have any interests and I no longer have any creative goals. At this point, I’m writing this just to say I did. Just to say I am. Just to have proof that I felt like this I guess?

I had a huge argument with my dad not too long ago. We were arguing about politics again. After expressing my concern for how rapidly the middle class is disappearing, he said he couldn’t understand why I cared so much for the poor if I wasn’t poor myself. The pause was long before I had to remind him that I had gone through that myself.

“No you didn’t.”

I lived in a motel for months and worked from morning to night at a restaurant. I worked two jobs and I struggled finding a physical address to get my license renewed at the time.

“But it was your own fault.”

I’ve never said it was anyone else’s fault, but I can’t deny I was there. In that situation. Through the course of my own actions I found myself in that particular spot and I forced myself out of it by working hard, working two jobs and doing doordash. But he never knew the extent of what I went through, because I never picked up the phone and asked him for money. Never. And I mentioned all of this to him. His anger continued building. He didn’t want to be reminded that his only child was such a disappointment and had gone through such a period in her life when she should have done better. Been better. Been a version of herself he could have been proud of. I was always used to the arguments used in retaliation afterwards. He was a broken record, always about the worst parts of me. “I could have been this,” “I could have been that.” And yet here I was, neither here nor there. But this time, the knife dug deeper than it should have and it hasn’t done that in years.

“How does it feel to know your ex is living a better life than you? Maybe he wasn’t so bad since he’s done everything right after you separated and you’ve only experienced poverty and struggles.”

Ouch. It hurt. It really hurt.

How can someone recover from that? I haven’t. It’s been days. I think about it whenever I’m not doing or thinking about anything else. The moment I get a moment of silence, my brain rushes to relive that moment and how the grip on my phone had nearly vanished. In my darkest moments, I always find myself wondering why God decided to give the same person that inflicted so much pain, everything I ever wanted out of life. It’s so strange to hear my internal dialogue come out of someone else’s mouth. It’s almost like it makes it real. It makes it seem like not only is it known by me, it is noticeable by anyone around me. These thoughts aren’t just a figment of my imagination; they’re reality. They’re real.

He’s gotten everything right, and I’m just here. No relationship. No career. No future. At the age of 32, I’m just here. Bad things tend to happen to bad people, so maybe in a way I have been so delusional with all these dumb signs and obsessed with all these idiotic prophecies I hear from people I paid to tell me things will be okay, that I never realized I am a bad person who doesn’t deserve the things she wants. It has to make sense right? Something has to.

I hate my life, but I don’t blame anyone but myself. I’m just devastated that I am still writing and feeling the same way I’ve felt since I was nine years old. All those stupid letters I’d write to myself asking for advice on how to keep going, what do I respond to her? Things don’t get better. Your books never get published. You never lose the weight you gain and when you do, you will find yourself back within a month of two. You never get into a healthy and loving relationship. You travel more than you ever imagined and even in the most beautiful places on earth, you’ll still be consumed by loneliness and depression. You never feel satisfied by anything even when you achieve things you cried and begged for. Your father was right, you have wasted your entire life. Your punishment for continuing to live, is to watch those who have wronged you live a better and more fulfilling life than you. And you will spend the rest of your days looking in the mirror and wondering why and if it will get any better than the day before. The only reason you still get up in the morning is to prove to those around you that optimism is an incurable, invisible disease that only affects the weak and stupid.

And you wear both titles, boldly and proudly, every fucking day.

[stillsimpingforaymeric]

After publishing my first Emmrook fanfic (shameless self-plug, pardon me), here's an angsty WIP to make everything worse:

[...] 

“Promise me you won’t think I’ve gone insane.” Her voice was little more than a hoarse whisper, projecting enough dried up, scabbed over pain that Emmrich’s arm froze a hair’s breadth before the potion. Slowly, he lowered it. “Darling”, he started, filling the two syllables with enough love to counterbalance whatever was pulling her under. “You know I would ne-”

“I’ve been seeing Varric.”, she blurted out, too impatient to wait or perhaps already deciding that she would rather he think her insane than not speak to him. “I-I thought he was alive, the whole time.” Rook’s voice died on the last word and she did not meet his eyes. She could not. 

Half a dozen thoughts ran through Emmrich’s head at the same tempo, coming together in some unholy cacophony of panic. But just as swiftly, there was the part of him that knew how to seal the tomb back up, to turn into the unmoving statue his love needed him to be right now. He took a careful step towards her. 

“Is he in the room with us right now?”

Rook sobbed, laughed and begged him all at once, in one, pathetic sound that echoed through his laboratory. “Please, Emmrich. You have to take me seriously.”

He breached the gap between them, shushed her and put his fingers under her chin, gently. “I swear to you that I am.” Emmrich inclined his head until she lifted her eyes towards him, though she was flinching like she was looking into the sun. “But if I am to help you, I must know what I can of the symptoms you experienced, including how they started and how they continue to present themselves.” 

Rook shook her head as much as she could in his grasp, which he loosened now that he was satisfied that she understood, fingers simply lingering along her jawline, keeping the tenuous thread of their touch alive. “It… I think it stopped, I hope it stopped. I haven’t seen him since-... not since I got back.” She swallowed, tears shining in her eyes, which appeared all the bigger and brighter to him, a shade of amber reflecting the light of the fireplace in utter perfection. He could not get distracted by her now.  

“But he was everywhere, he… he used to give these pep talks and-...” 

She sobbed again, laughed again, brows drawing together in an anger he had never seen before, a thousand blades turned inwards.

“It was just me, wasn’t it? Standing in the infirmary, talking to myself? Sitting in the kitchen, comforting myself?! I-” “If you had acted out to such a degree”, Emmrich interjected. “We would have noticed.”

She barrelled past him, blind and furious. 

“I was so maker-damned sure it wasn’t blood magic. Neve clocked it the moment I started talking about Solas and I defended him. I knew it wasn’t-... but he just made me think that, didn’t he? I was a puppet the whole fucking time.” 

Rook pushed herself off the stone, pacing like a caged animal. “He’s been dead the whole time and we just- we never talked about it? Did he make me forget anytime we mentioned him? How much did he alter, how much of the past months actually happened?” She stopped in front of the fireplace, turning around to Emmrich a final time with a look on her face that spelled Help Me. “How… how do I know what was real?” 

Emmrich did not follow her, did not pursue her or back her into the corner she tried to hide in. 

Instead, he extended both arms.

In a few strides, she was pressed against him, face buried in his chest and arms wrapped around his waist and rib cage, wherever she could reach, fingers buried in the fabric of his vest. It was close to hurting, ignorant of her Warden strength and he did not care a fig, right now. He brought his own arms down, one gently carding through her hair, the thumb of the other rubbing small, soothing circles into her back. 

“Bellara really did bring you to the Necropolis”, he began to list, keeping his voice steady. He could not shatter now. 

“We met. You were an incorrigible flirt.” 

Half hiccup, half snicker against his breastbone. 

“Though you’d swear you were not trying to and I believe you. You still drew me in, in so many ways I shan’t repeat tonight. I cannot imagine Solas making those up.

I really did bring you to the memorial gardens. We most certainly kissed that night. I could not have taken down Johanna without you.”

He listened for her breathing and was relieved to hear it had slowed down. 

“You called Manfred our son and nearly sent me to an early grave with that small jest. And on the eve of battle I still…” Here, Emmrich needed to take his own steadying breath, shame rising up his throat like gall. “And on the eve of battle, I still, for some ungodly reason, needed to quarrel over nothing but my own fears. If Solas made that up, well…

He writes worse romances than Master Tethras ever did.”

[...]

[sevenseasofbye]

@infinitejedilove

My submission for the 2024 Jinnobi Challenge

Obi-Wan sat in his council chair, his robes doing nothing to hide the swell of his 6-month pregnant belly. The Council was waiting for Emmeline Seidler, a Jedi who had recently returned from a yearlong journey to Tibrin to recover battle plans and schematics from the Separatist base there. She was a very loud, opinionated Jedi, and her talents were mainly aimed at raising younglings straight out of the creche. She was also madly in love with Qui Gon.

“How much longer do you think?” Ki-Adi Mundi whispered to Obi-Wan, who smirked.

“Probably waiting to make a dramatic entrance,” he replied, holding back a chuckle.

Ki-Adi grunted his assent, returning to his usual impeccable posture. Several other members seemed to be asking the same question, and some were fidgeting, which was understandable, given the 30-minute wait.

Obi-Wan shifted slightly in his seat. His back was killing him. The child inside him was growing extremely heavy and it was getting difficult to stay in one position for long.

Finally, the Sentenial at the doors announced “The Jedi Knight Seidler” and the doors swung open. A short, fat woman with messy black hair and heavy makeup walked into the room, her mouth curved in a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Masters,” she said, bowing as she reached the center of the room.

“Knight Seidler, late, you are,” Yoda said, the displeasure in his voice evident.

“I apologize, Masters, I was held up at the landing pad and my speeder wouldn’t… work.” Her words trailed off as she saw Obi-Wan, who did not bother to conceal his smirk when her eyes went wide at the sight of his round middle.

Tearing her gaze from Obi-Wan, Emmeline continued with her report.

“In conclusion, the Separatist movement there is very strong and extremely widespread,” she said, hands folded under her robes.

“Then we will send Kit Fisto along with yourself as soon as we can, the movement there must be stopped,” Mace said, his voice heavy with authority.

Emmeline nodded, her eyes straying once more to Obi-Wan, who now had his hands folded over his stomach.

***

“Who’s the father?” Emmeline asked as soon as she was out of the Council Chamber, turning to Kit with desperate eyes.

“Qui Gon, of course,” Kit replied proudly, “They’ve been mated for about a year, and Obi’s about six months along.”

“Well, I supposed I’ll have to congratulate them both at the banquet tonight,” Emmeline replied coldly.

Kit forced a smile as he sent a Force message to Obi-Wan.

***

“Dear one, are you sure you’re up for this?” Qui Gon asked for what seemed to be the seventh time that night, “You haven’t wanted to go to a banquet in a while.”

“I’m sure,” Obi-Wan replied absently, trying to decide what on earth he should wear so he would look presentable.

Sighing, Qui Gon wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, kissing his temple. “You’ve just been so tired lately, love,” he whispered, “I don’t want you to feel obligated to go.”

“I want to,” Obi-Wan said, turning around to kiss Qui Gon. “Besides,” he added nonchalantly, “I’m sure you don’t want me to leave you alone with Emmeline,” laughing when a look of utter horror passed over Qui Gon’s face before he buried his head in the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck.

“She’s going to be there?” Qui Gon groaned, “Now I don’t want to go.”

“But darling, don’t you want to see the love of your life?” Obi-Wan teased.

“We both know that I only tolerate her because she was Mace’s padawan, and I have a great deal of respect for him,” Qui Gon said, moving one hand to rest under Obi-Wan’s bump, “And we both also know that you’re the love of my life.”

“I would hope so,” Obi-Wan replied, moving a hand under his belly to twine his fingers with Qui Gon’s, “Seeing as I’m very pregnant with your child.”

“And you’re carrying him beautifully, might I add,” Qui Gon whispered, kissing Obi-Wan’s shoulder before drawing away.

“Hush,” Obi-Wan said, blushing.

“Force, your child has made me fat,” he lamented, examining his reflection in the mirror.

“You know that’s nowhere close to being true,” Qui Gon said in his Alpha voice, drawing a shiver out of the younger man.

“Yes, Alpha,” Obi-Wan said submissively. His Omega side had been much more powerful during his pregnancy. At 5 months, Qui Gon could bring him to his knees by tone alone.

“We’ll continue this conversation later,” Qui Gon continued, his face stern, making Obi-Wan feel much younger than he actually was, “But if we don’t leave now, we’re going to be late.”

“Well, this would go much faster if I could tie my kriffing boots,” Obi-Wan grunted, sighing in relief when Qui Gon knelt and did it for him, pressing a kiss to his belly before standing fully and entwining his hand with Obi-Wan’s. “Ready, dear one?”

***

The banquet hall was exquisite. Chandeliers glistened brightly, their ornamental crystals projecting beads of reflected light on the walls. The food was subpar as usual, but that wasn’t why they were here.

“Qui Gon! It’s been so long!’ The voice of Emmeline rang out across the room as she addressed 

Qui Gon.

“Yes, it has been a while,” Qui Gon replied, silently praying for Obi-Wan, who had gone to talk to Mace, to save him. While Emmeline continued talking, Qui Gon glanced around the room, searching for his mate who was leaning against the wall and smirking as he watched Qui Gon struggle to extricate himself from the conversation.

Help, he shot down their bond. Obi-Wan only smirked. I want her to think she has a chance before I shoot her down, he replied.

Vengeful creature.

Only for you.

“Emmeline-” Qui Gon began.

“Please, call me Em, my darling Qui, after all, we’ve known each other for our whole lives,” Emmeline said sweetly, reaching for two glasses of black ale and handing one to Qui Gon, who accepted it reluctantly. “To new beginnings,” she said, holding up her glass.

“Alpha, darling, there you are!” 

Qui Gon could have sighed in relief at the sound of his mate walking towards them. As soon as Obi-Wan was near, he gently grabbed him by the hand, pulling him into a brief kiss. “Hello, my love,” he said warmly, bending down to kiss Obi-Wan’s belly, “Hello, little one.”

“The Chancellor is about to give a toast,” Obi-Wan said, completely ignoring Emmeline, “And Mace wanted to talk to you about the upcoming mission.”

Qui Gon knew the last part was a lie. When Obi-Wan reached his third month of pregnancy, Qui Gon absolutely refused to leave the temple for longer than a week. Since then, Qui Gon had been teaching classes on the Living Force while Obi-Wan continued to (try) to train Anakin.

“I suppose congratulations are in order,” Emmeline said spitefully, her beady eyes fixed on Obi-Wan’s belly, “Is it twins?”

“No, just one,” Obi-Wan replied sweetly, placing a hand on his belly.

“Hmm, I would have thought that you were carrying twins,” she mused. The not-so-subtle dig was not missed by either of the Jedi masters.

“No, he’s just an excellent Omega,” Qui Gon said, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek, Alpha instincts flaring as he felt Obi-Wan’s feelings of inadequacy through their bond.

“Hmm.” Emmeline shrugged, her eyes still narrowed. “It was nice to see you, Qui Gon.”

***

Qui Gon sat, fuming, as he watched Obi-Wan play with his food, his cheeks slightly red. He knew what was going on in his Omega’s head, knew what effect Emmeline’s words had on him, and knew that Obi-Wan, no matter how much he tried to hide it, was self-conscious about his growing baby bump.

Darling, are you alright? He asked.

The response came a second too fast. Fine, just not hungry.

Sighing, Qui Gon returned to his meal, making sure to send reassuring words down their bond every few minutes. Obi-Wan remained silent, his thoughts locked behind a barrier that Qui Gon could have knocked down easily. It wasn’t as though he was trying to keep Qui Gon out, it was simply a request for privacy.

***

“Well that was long,” Qui Gon said wearily as they stepped into their quarters.

“Too long,” Obi-Wan agreed, throwing off his cloak and sinking onto the couch, “Do not ever let me go to one of those again.”

Qui Gon smiled, sitting beside him and letting Obi-Wan rest his head on his shoulder. He chuckled when he heard soft snores coming from the Omega. Shaking Obi-Wan gently, he grinned when his husband looked up at him with murderous, sleep-muddled eyes.

“Let’s go to bed,” he suggested, moving to stand. Obi-Wan said nothing, simply wrapping his arms tighter around Qui Gon. “Obi, come on.”

“No,” Obi-Wan groaned, “Let me stay here.”

“Under normal circumstances, I would, but you'll thank me later for not leaving you to sleep on a lumpy couch hunched over and pregnant, dear one,” Qui Gon said gently, “Do you want me to carry you?”

“ ‘M too heavy,” Obi-Wan mumbled.

Qui Gon’s heart ached as he guessed the deeper meaning behind those words. Gently, he picked Obi-Wan up, careful to support his back, which had begun to ache under the strain of a growing baby, and carried him to their bedroom, laying him down in the soft nest Obi-Wan had made 3 months earlier.

Once he made sure that Obi-Wan was comfortable, he began removing Obi-Wan’s clothes, knowing he preferred to sleep in the blankets covered with their scents. However, when he reached his tunic, Obi-Wan sleepily swatted his hands away. “Not the belly,” he murmured, “Don’t want you to see me like this.”

Qui Gon felt tears prick his eyes as he gently rubbed the swell that contained their child. How could Obi-Wan not see just how beautiful Qui Gon thought he was? 

“Dear one, please let me take off your shirt,” Qui Gon whispered, “It’ll help you sleep.”

“No,” Obi-Wan said, his eyes fluttering open, “Too big.”

Defeated, Qui Gon moved to lie next to Obi-Wan. “You’re absolutely stunning,” he whispered, knowing Obi-Wan had fallen back asleep. Gently, he undid the tunic and slid it off Obi-Wan’s torso, leaning down to kiss his belly. “Hello, little one,” he mumbled against the taut skin, smiling when a foot pressed against his nose, stretching the skin of Obi-Wan’s belly slightly, “When you get here, you’ll help me remind your papa how handsome he is, right?”

Another kick, this time against the hand Qui Gon had placed on Obi-Wan’s belly. “Thank you, little one,” he whispered, pressing one more kiss to Obi-Wan’s belly before he leaned back against the pillows, leaving one hand to rest protectively over the swell of Obi-Wan’s belly.

[taetaespeaches]

“What’s the full moon called in December?”

hoseok x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.6K

a/n: Hi lovelies! This is just tipsy moon gazing with Hobi and Petal/reader. It’s cold, they’re in love, and the moon is full and bright. Also this is very much just written as a moment in time so it’s kind of random and there’s no real solid plot. They’re just vibing. Ok! I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))

Tipsy giggles poured from the apartment out onto the balcony, the gleeful sounds mixing with the noises of vehicles beneath you. As you and your boyfriend tumbled into the cold, his arms wrapped around your waist, you struggled to drape a blanket around his shoulders.

“Whoah, look at my breath,” he announced, exhaling into your face to show you the misty cloud that left his mouth. The whiskey had a much bigger impact on Hoseok, a renowned and beloved lightweight, than it did on you.

Smiling in amusement, you rolled your eyes playfully. “Yeah, it’s freezing out here, that’s why you need to let me put this blanket over you,” you pointed out to him. Hoseok peered over his shoulder to see the plush floral throw. His eyes widened before he helped you to tug it over him, just before he pulled you flush against his chest.

“We haven’t come out here in forever,” he hummed against your hairline, leaving the faintest of kisses to your hair.

Your hands settled against his lower back, pressing into his flesh just to hold him as close as you could. “We’ve been busy,” you noted as you rested your cheek against his shoulder and looked out into the darkened sky. The city lights kept the stars from being visible but the full moon shined brightly overtop you both. What wasn’t illuminated in the moon’s light was cast in a festive glow from the Christmas tree on the other side of the glass door.

You loved this time of year. The outside world was busy with holiday preparations and end of the year tasks, but your life with Hoseok seemed to slow down. Late nights extended into the early mornings as you both caught up with one another, remembering all the reasons you continued to welcome the new years together.

“Busy isn’t an excuse,” he mumbled. Looking up at him, you found him staring up at the sky. “You love the moon.”

“I do,” you told him, the sound of your voice drawing Hoseok’s gaze to yours.

“We miss it when it’s full a lot,” he told you as his eyes stayed locked on yours.

“Luckily it happens once a month,” you reminded him, wanting to remove the disappointed scowl from his pretty features.

When he directed his frown at you, you struggled to hold back your smile. You were just too fond of him. “There’s only twelve months in a year. That’s only twelve chances a year,” he pointed out, raising his eyebrows at you when the smile broke across your face. “What?”

You watched as a confused but intrigued grin formed on his lips as you shook your head. “You’re just so cute.” Hoseok scoffed at you, making you immediately roll your eyes back at him. “You are,” you insisted.

“I’m gonna mark all the full moons on my calendar,” he continued the conversation, ignoring your comments.

Smiling at him, you removed your hand from the warmth of the blanket to push his hair off his forehead. He was growing it out, enjoying his freedom to do so. “Calendars usually mark the full moons already.” You giggled at the way he glared down at you. “I’m just saying.”

“Must you be so mean to me?” He teased, making you throw your head back in laughter. “Fine, I’ll highlight the days in bright pink, is that better? I’ll set alarms on my phone so I don’t forget, and I’ll drag your ass out here even if you’re cozy on the couch watching The Great British Bake Off for the thousandth time.”

“Now who’s being mean?” You retorted, your eyes blown wide as Hoseok’s mouth spread into a massive smile. He was stunning. And that smile was everything to you.

A gust of wind blew through you both, disheveling the man’s hair that you had just fixed and pushing the blanket from his shoulders. Just as you reached for the blanket to readjust it, Hoseok’s hands were grabbing onto the sides of your face, the warmth of his palms heating the chill of your skin. His mouth was on yours in the next moment, the man tasting of the Old Fashioneds from your night out.

Your hands found purchase on his waist where you attempted to catch your balance, your legs wobbling beneath you. You could have blamed it on the alcohol but you knew better. As if on cue, the man who could have knocked you off your feet held you firm, one hand sliding into the hair at the back of your head as his other wrapped around your waist and pulled you close against him. The blanket cascaded off his body into a pile at the back of his heels but neither of you cared as you melted against his frame.

You stayed just like that, for god knows how long, losing track of time underneath the glow of the moon and the multicolored Christmas lights. It wasn’t until a shiver trembled against Hoseok that you finally separated and looked into his features, those beautiful almond eyes, and flashed him a smile.

“You’re cold,” you giggled, Hoseok shaking his head in disagreement.

“I’m not cold at all,” he protested, pulling you against his side as he turned you both to look in the opposite direction of the apartment. You watched as he shivered slightly while directing his attention to the sky. “Look at it.”

Smiling at his stubbornness, you followed his gaze to the moon. There was something enchanting about its presence. The way it was loyal and predictable, allowing you to track its moves, no need to surprise you. It was ever changing, appearing different from day to day, though always remaining itself. Hoseok was often compared to the sun, and in many ways he was. He was bright and warm, filling others up with energy as they basked in his presence. But you could always see him in the moon as well, and the moon in him. Loyal, brightening up the darkest of skies, ever changing but constant and dependable. “It is beautiful,” you whispered.

Your boyfriend squeezed his arms around you just a little tighter as he disguised a shiver with a content sigh. “What’s the full moon called in December?”

“The cold moon,” you replied, smiling when he chuckled.

“Fitting,” he nodded, this time letting his teeth chatter more openly.

“I told you it’s too cold out here,” you began to lecture him, only for the man to shoo your concerns into the chilly air with a few flicks of his wrist.

“What does the cold moon mean?”

“That it’s fucking cold,” you responded, Hoseok chuckling in amusement as he shook his head. Smirking at him, you looked back into the atmosphere. “It’s the final full moon of the year so it’s meant to be a symbol of reflection while also looking into the future. And with the winter solstice coming up, it’s kind of like the ‘darkest before the dawn’ moon. Things only get brighter and warmer from here, so you’re supposed to take everything you learned throughout the year and set forth into the future.”

“You’re so smart,” Hoseok beamed at you. Rolling your eyes, he giggled adorably. “Do you really think I’m mean?” He pouted playfully at you, causing you to crack a smile as you pinched the flesh of his slim waist.

“No,” you assured him with a polite smile. “Just obnoxious.”

“Good,” he grinned, dragging you closer to the door but not retreating inside quite yet.

“Cold yet?” You teased him, feeling the way he shivered against your frame.

“Nah uh,” he lied, a smile on his lips as he found himself quite amusing. “Reflection, huh? This was a good year,” he then noted. “A big year. Complicated. Emotional,” he listed while looking up at the moon once more. “But good.”

“It was,” you agreed. “All those things.”

“I’m bringing you into the future with me,” he then said with a big dorky smile, directing it at you.

“If you insist,” you teased.  

“You’re stuck with me,” he continued, taking another step backward toward the apartment, inching closer to the indoors as he brought you along with him.

“Fine by me,” you smiled, smitten by his slightly intoxicated antics. “Hey, Hoseok?”

“Hmm?” He hummed, his chin shuttering slightly as his jaw shivered in the icy atmosphere.

“Let me make you some tea, okay?” With a sigh, he finally relented, nodding. And then, all at once, he was darting to the door, his hand finding yours as he tugged you behind him, bolting inside the apartment as you shook your head at him with a giggle.

“I’ll turn on your baking show,” he noted as he dropped your hand once inside, and started toward the living room. “You can tell me what you would do differently to make all their pastries better.”

“You say that as if I’m a know-it-all or something when in reality we both know I’d win that show if I ever went on it,” you told him cockily as you headed toward the kitchen to put the kettle on to boil.

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved you off, though he wore a smitten smile. “You’d win purely on stubborn drive,” he noted quietly, still grinning to himself. When he looked toward you and found you staring at him from across the room, his beam softened under your attention. “What?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head. “I just think I’ll take you into the future with me too.”

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🦇𝒯he  𝒱isitor (Alucard Tepes x BlackReader) Pt.5

PART 5 SUMMARY:

Alucard has been keeping you at arm’s length, and the tension it’s causing is coming to a head. Your host is still a supernatural creature of the night, but you have little patience for being left in the dark. You face off with your host, realizing that you’ve been falling faster and harder than you ever intended to...

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─── explicit smut

─── Fantasy, vampires, hurt/comfort, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, magic user, cute bats, gardening, cooking, cottagecore MC, castlecore Alucard.

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As the days wear on and autumn’s bite begins to linger in between the scents of the summer, you spend the week watching Alucard prepare the castle for the cold months to come.

Some preparations take him deep into the stone hallways where even you and your prying eyes cannot always follow. 

You’ve been here for weeks now, and have yet to see even half of the castle’s entirety, despite daily explorations. You’re beginning to find your way around with the little that you do recognize, and it pleases you to make a more familiar place out of Alucard’s home every day. Each day that passes where you don’t find something frightening around a corner is simply another day where you can relax just a bit more in the grand fortress.

You spy Alucard one day, heading off to another location unbeknownst to you. You hesitate before finally calling out to him, suddenly realizing that the annoyance of going hours if not days without your host is getting to you.

“Where are you going?”

“Never you mind,” he responds easily, continuing on.

“More preparations?”

“Something of the sort.”

“Could I be of any help?”

Alucard looks at you then, thinking quietly for a beat before answering.

“Certainly. In the library, if you’d like. You haven’t finished ‘The Regalia of the Fourth Centurion’ yet, have you?”

You pause, taken aback a bit. His flat redirection that normally would’ve irritated you instead turned into something else entirely in your mind. His library is infinitely large and it would take a steady, trained, focused attention to not only notice what you read in there, but to recall whether or not you had completed it.

He is watching you when you cannot see. And taking notes, it seems.

“You keep track?” you ask bluntly.

Alucard seems to remember himself before turning with a rush of cloak and walking away.

You watch him leave, left behind in the darkening corridor.

Sometimes, you wonder if it’s really seasonal changes he plans when he wanders into the deep hallways, or if it’s just that he knows not what to say to his new, long-term guest.

“He must not have had many guests before,” you wonder quietly to yourself, watching the shadows climb.

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You prepare breakfast and dinner nightly. It seems to temper Alucard’s melancholic mood as the days stretch on, and only then can you speak together with some more breadth to the conversation besides the meals, the horses or the gardens which you’ve yet to see. Alucard is continuously too busy to show you around it seems, and you are too nervous to venture out alone. Alucard says there are monsters about, and you believe him. He shares bits and pieces of his knowledge, his past encounters in brief mentions or condensed tales. Despite his lack of detail, you can tell he knows so much more than what he says. The short stories are enough to draw intrigue and wonder.

Still, he is not always as revealing as you’d like. 

You’ve spent ample time planning things in the perfect way to gather information on your host. Perhaps you’re a bit obsessed…But he is endlessly fascinating. And you feel the feeling is mutual, as he also uses subtle maneuvers to learn about your life and past.

You will give in when he does. Who is winning the battle, you’re not entirely sure.

You now know that he had a mother. You even know her name. But you do not know her, the kind of person she was or could’ve been. You only know that she is no longer here.

You know that he had a father. A legendarily cruel, powerful father, but a father nonetheless. You know who Dracula is to the outside world—a horror—but you are not so sure who Dracula is to Alucard. 

Somehow, you feel that is what matters more to you.

You only tell as much to Alucard as he tells you. You feel like you don’t have much to hide, but you don’t have to give all your secrets away, now do you? Especially not to someone who won’t divulge theirs. 

The task is mighty difficult. You find yourself wanting to spill your insides to him in the quiet evenings, warmed by kitchen firelight and gazing out into the night through gothic windows while Alucard sits nearby, staring into the embers of the fireplace.

You find yourself treading carefully, sometimes. You don’t want to, but…whenever you step too close to matters of the heart, Alucard fades away into the darkest hallways of the castle where no light can touch. He’ll never miss a mealtime with you, but he won’t stay if he feels his vulnerabilities being pulled out from his grasp. His shield is a strong one.

Stronger than yours, maybe.

It upsets you, for a bit. You can’t understand…why won’t he just trust you? You’ve done nothing to warrant all this trepidation. You even have an inkling of a feeling that Alucard…wants to trust you. You sense that he used to be the kind of person who shared things freely…why else would he have such a tight grip on it all now? 

He’s been hurt, it seems.

But so have you. God knows you’ve been hurt in the past. And you’ve been trying, haven’t you? It was no walk in the park for you to lay your life in the hands of someone who once threatened it. You lived long enough to see his redemption, but that redemption only came about because you were open…and had little choice in the matter, at the time.

Can’t he do the same?

It all comes to a head, one night at dinner. 

“I’d like to help you harvest and prepare the garden for winter,” you say into the quiet evening. 

You want something more beyond strained lunches and dinners. You want…you want…well you’re not sure how to name it, or if you even can right now. But you simply understand that you require more than this.

‘Maybe I am greedy. But I can live with that.’

Alucard pauses amidst arranging his cutlery. He thinks before speaking.

“You’ve no need to worry yourself over that. This is enough.”

You frown, biting your lip. 

You know he simply means that he doesn't want you overburdening yourself with unnecessary tasks, but you can’t help to feel…that he means these gatherings are enough. These scheduled, organized times. Drawn together by bodily functions of hunger and satiation, but leaving it at that. Nothing more, nothing less. That the surface is enough, that leaving your insecurities and curiosity to stand where they remain is enough.

“It is not enough.”

Alucard’s face seems to harden. He stands, pushing away.

“I see. And what more could you want? You have everything here. Food, shelter, oddities and distractions from ceiling to floor—”

“—I am not a child,” you say quietly against the condescension. “Do not speak to me as such!”

“Why the upset then? What is this really about?”

You can’t hold yourself back and blaze into him, angered by the fact that he would try to obfuscate the plain facts sitting before you both! “You hide away from me—”

“—I sit here before you—”

“—Goodness knows why, because outside of mealtimes I would think I was an immense pest to you—”

“—I dine with you—”

 “—You take me for a fool—” 

Alucard looks away and scoffs as if you’re a mere annoyance interrupting his day, but you follow his gaze, insisting. You know you’re right, you simply know! And if you leave things this way, well then that’s no good now is it?

“You watch when you think I’m not looking, but I know, and it’s...It’s as if…it’s as if you’re bursting to tell me something and you simply never do! Do you know how distressing that is? We can discuss things outside the premise of basic needs like hunger—”

“—Well, that’s just it, isn’t it?” Alucard says, his voice odd. “I’m always hungry. And your food isn’t enough. You should be grateful for the berth I put between us, or else it’d be my teeth in your neck.”

It is like a weight has fallen through the floorboards, and you find yourself speechless.

Since that first day, Alucard never mentions his nature. And never has he threatened you with it.

Until now.

It is quiet for a long moment, and you can feel your chest rise against the lining of your bodice, the skin that the air touches, growing more sensitive by the second. You cannot lie, the skin on your throat tingles, and you can see his piercing eyes take in the sight before shifting back up to you. You look into them, seeking something, anything.

‘A lie. He is lying.’

It is a threat, no doubt. But he is bluffing. You can see it, clear as day. You’d believe it if his gaze held at your jugular, but his eyes keep flitting up to force an intimidation, to check if you see, if you’re afraid. He’s spinning stories.

Why…that is the question you do not know the answer to.

“Why are you lying to me?” you ask, your voice growing far more soft than you intended. 

You can’t help but feel the hurt. He really doesn’t trust you, not after all this time.

Alucard’s eyes widen, and he seems suspended in shock as if he would’ve never expected you to see through the act. 

You sigh and speak, looking at the wooden table.

“You do not take human blood. That much is clear.” You feel your fingers begin to tremor ever so slightly at your side and you shake it off. “You must take me for a fool if you thought that I would believe that horrible attempt at a rebuff, much less scare me away. Maybe I am a fool. I keep trying to...yet…”

You keep trying to draw him in, like a child. And he keeps pulling away. And here you are, upset and fussing, like a babe.

It’s embarrassing. It’s demeaning. You don’t want to beg for trust or affection—

‘Affection? Is that what I wanted?’

Oh no. You’re not going down that road.

Alucard looks caught then, opening his mouth to speak, but pausing.

“If you cannot stand to be near me,” you finish, putting down your napkin on the table, “there is no need to lie. I know how to excuse myself.”

You leave the table then, holding your posture strong until you’re through the doorway before drawing arms around yourself.

‘It isn’t enough. Am I desperate? Am I in too deep? He must know that, surely? Or perhaps..’

Maybe that didn’t go the way you planned….Maybe you were too direct? Maybe he was just dumb. Maybe you both were. Ugh.

Or maybe you were right from the start, and he didn’t want you around. Not truly.

But if that were so…why invite you to remain here in the first place?

It doesn’t make sense. Alucard probably does not despise you…but you’re not entirely sure at this point that he likes you, either.

…And you’re not certain when it began to matter to you so much.

You fist the soft fabric of your dress and dash through the halls, heading for your rooms. 

You feel a fear rise in your throat. 

Will this be your undoing? 

For so, so long, you’d effectively trained yourself on how to not need others. How to not rely on them. You’d fallen through too many safety nets others had built shoddily and sworn would hold you up, you’d seen too many precious things smashed by those who promised to keep them safe for you, too many who promised to keep the bad luck out only to then open the doors of your life to blight and strife, letting them rattle in the wind.

You were your own protector, your own confidante, your own friend…

You were a woman who learned how to do everything…because no one else would. 

Not for you.

You feel a whine try to work its way up your throat but you swallow it back, feeling frantic.

You couldn’t do this again. Growing another attachment that would only break something in you in the end anyway….You’d learned this so long ago…

…but then why were you feeling it now? When did that happen?

You were not this needy this quickly with others before. Never. So why him?

Maybe it had simply been too long since you’d had another human connection that was meant to…last longer than a quick trip through town? Somehow in your mind, permanence in this visit meant that now you could relax and be safe. You could now build relationships. Make friends. Go by another name rather than a passerby.

Only, the other person to do that with…? He didn’t seem up for the task. And that saddened you like nothing else. To finally be ready and be rejected, yet again.

‘Oh!’

After losing yourself in your thoughts, you find that you’ve gotten lost physically.

‘Where am I?’

The halls look unfamiliar now.

Had you not been paying close enough attention?

“Hello…?” You call out, listening to your voice rebound through the deep chassis of the hallway. Nothing echoes back.

“Alucard…?” You try, turning in circles to look at the shadows, hoping that his supernatural hearing overcomes the amount of distance you’ve just put between yourself and him.

The halls are silent as a tomb.

‘Looks like I’m in trouble.’ 

The tables have turned, and you know you’ve made a poor choice venturing this deep into the castle without paying attention. You’ve mapped quite a bit so far since the beginning of your stay, but you were not completely abreast of the monstrous place. To go too deep was to risk getting lost in a manner unknown to you before now.

The shadows rise on the walls as the sun lowers. The moon begins to rise, following the hours rolling by. Time seems to stretch ever onward and the silence only grows heavier and heavier.

You feel worry rising but do your best to suppress it, thinking of what to do. You’ve stayed put and yet help has not come of it. You may have to find your own way.

The dark is oppressing, and something in you feels as though the castle has changed, somehow.

Stepping forward, you pause, suddenly hearing something shift in the shadows.

“...” You open your mouth to call out, but instinct stops you.

The sound of something heavy and large draws near. You draw your back tight to the wall, knowing that it may not be enough to camouflage you from what comes this way.

You listen into the silence, watching the patch of moonlight that illuminates the pitch black hallway before you.

Something white, clawed, and large steps into the light. 

“Oh!”

A wolf the color of the moon emerges, and you feel your jaw drop.

‘My!’

It draws near, impossibly large and sentient. It draws near in sure and steady steps, and you find yourself rooted to the spot.

“Easy boy…” you try in the softest voice you have, showing your empty palms up to the animal as if it’d do any good against a strong creature such as this. But you have to try. “I’m no threat, see? Easy…”

The wolf simply watches.

You see it then. Its eyes. 

His eyes.

“I...Alucard?” you gasp.

The wolf huffs, stepping forward to push a soft, shiny wet nose into the flesh of your palm before brushing past you intentionally.

You turn to keep eyes on him then, following after with your skirts floundering around you.

“You…how…?”

The wolf continues onward, and you simply follow after in disbelief.

“I didn’t know you had different forms!”

Of course, he does not answer back. He likely can’t.

“Did you…can you turn back?”

No answer.

“Do you need assistance? Is this a curse?”

You lean down to press a kiss to Alucard’s forehead, ignoring the instinct to stay out of range of his sharp maw before standing back to wait patiently. When nothing happens except you learning that wolves can express confusion quite clearly, you hum to yourself and think.

A tug on your dress pulls you out of your thoughts and you look to see the white wolf release your skirts from it’s hold before padding ahead into the shadows.

It doesn’t take long for you to follow after, sweeping into the dark.

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NOCTURNE: RENJUN X READER | CHAPTER 2

PAIRING: YANDERE! RENJUN X READER

NOCTURNE: A DREAMY PIECE OF WORK RELATING TO THE NIGHT OR DARKNESS IN GENERAL.

“And what if… It is the villain you fall for? What then?”

Genre/Warnings: minor character death, yandere/manipulative Renjun, cheating, abusive relationship dynamics/marriage. This is the third part of my Dark Fairytale series with Dream’s 00 line. It has been months since I posted the last chapter so I do suggest a quick re-read of the first one for a refresher. This is loosely connected to Haechan’s one shot also linked below: 

> CHAPTER 1

Orphic | Haechan x Reader | Royalty!AU

Nighted | Jaemin x Reader | Vampire!AU

Summary:

Renjun’s nature has always given him assurance over one thing: that regardless of which century or lifetime he lives, he’ll never run out of love and affection from anyone he sets his desires on. As a Gancanagh—a fairy born to seduce and claim mortals—he was designed to be the object of lust and want of everyone, which is why it felt like the universe was finally punishing him when he finally came across the only woman he could ever want, but never have.

The gentle clinking of porcelain and the soft rustling of pages were the only sounds that broke the suffocating silence in the room. You were sitting beside a window overlooking the manor grounds below, a drawing book with a half finished portrait resting on your lap. Your mother sat across from you like a perfect porcelain doll, her eyes the only ones moving as she continued with her silent reading. Every now and then, she would flip a page or take a sip of her tea which have long since turned lukewarm after sitting too long. You didn't mind each other, and you've long since checked out from the company as you stared blankly at the view beyond.

Your manicured gardens glistened under the sun like a gem, but its beauty didn't strike any positive feelings in you as you gazed at it silently. If anything, it caused a bitter taste to bloom at the back of your throat the longer that you looked at it. Silently, you wondered just how much it must have cost again to pay for the ground's monthly upkeep. Its grandness was the exact opposite of what is going on inside your manor and you wondered which of your mother's jewels have been sold off again just so your family could keep up the front of luxury you obviously cannot afford anymore.

"Have you heard from the Huangs again?"

Your train of thought was cut short by the woman's voice across from you. Looking around, you slightly rearranged yourself on your seat and picked up your pencil again as a distraction. She wasn't looking at you, her eyes on the pages of her book still, but she must have noticed what you had been thinking earlier. You cleared your throat softly before offering an answer. 

"I have not, mother. I haven't really come across their paths again," you answered as you continued with the shading of the portrait you've been working on. You felt her gaze finally settle on you at your emotionless reply.

"You are in the same art class as one of their boys, right?"

"The younger one, yes. Renjun Huang."

"Ah, the orphan."

Your hands stilled over her words. You barely noticed the way your fingers grasped the pencil you were holding, your knuckles almost turning white as you pressed the charcoal harder against the paper. The bitter taste on your tongue was back and you tried your best to swallow it without saying anything.

"I heard his older brother visits him every once in a while."

You don't know if it's her dismissive tone that was grating on your nerves or the way she entirely pushed the younger Huang into the background, but it took you everything to relax your jaw so you could give a curt reply.

"He does. I have come across Lord Yun a few weeks back during one of my classes but I have not seen him again since."

This time, it was your mother's turn to fall silent. You already have a hunch of what she was thinking, but you were still taken by surprise when she actually voiced it out.

"I think you should start considering being close friends with his younger brother."

You looked up, disbelief written all over your features.

"Why?"

She raised a well-kept brow as if you just asked a senseless question.

"Because you have more chances of being friends with him. You are closer in age and you see each other more. He can give you the window to get to know Lord Yun better."

"Mother—"

"They might have reached out for an engagement proposal but they are moving too slow. I don't understand why they are taking forever."

"I am not going to force a friendship with someone because of that!"

The look she gave you made the words instantly die in your throat. For the first time in such a long time, you noticed the dark circles under her eyes and the lines that have crept into her face. She is still the stunning beauty that she is, but you also can't deny the emotions she could barely conceal beneath her polished perfection.

Anger. Desperation. Exhaustion.

There was the obvious tiredness of dealing with the fear of falling from grace and the exhaustion of always putting up a fake front. She is desperate.

Desperate enough to sell off her daughter.

"I don't think you have an understanding of what is going on here," she said coldly now, her eyes piercing you with a chill that sank deep in your bones. "You do not have a choice, silly child. None of us do. Your marriage is the only thing that can save our family after your failure of a father gambled off all of his inheritance and mine. That chair you are sitting on, even the silk on your back, all of those will be gone soon if nothing changes."

"And for some reason it is my responsibility to do something when I—"

The sound of porcelain breaking and crashing cut off your words. Your mother stood up so fast from her seat that she accidentally swiped the tea set, causing all of its contents to spill on the floor. You looked up at her in shock, then at the mess on the rug where the dark liquid spread like the color of dried up blood.

"I will not take any words from an ungrateful brat like you," she hissed at you now with venom, her voice soft but chilling. Her hands shook at her sides, now rid of the rings that used to decorate them. "I know you cannot survive a life of poverty just like the rest of us, so unless you can give up everything that you have, I will not accept any talking back from you."

You were frozen in fear and the impact of her words, but you barely had any chance to recover when a knock echoed from outside the door. That seemed to be a wakeup call for your mother as she suddenly turned to stare at the direction of the noise. She let a few seconds pass, gathering herself, before finally calling out to the visitor.

"Come in."

The pair of you watched as a uniformed maid came in with a silver platter in her hands. With quick steps, she crossed the threshold and gave a brief curtsy before presenting what she had been carrying with her thin hands. Resting on the silver tray she was holding was a plain black envelope held closed by a golden wax seal that glimmered under the room’s light. 

"Madam, this was just sent by horse."

Your eyes widened when you finally had a closer look at the emblem. You tried  your best to keep calm, but you still couldn’t help the slight shaking of your fingers as you unconsciously fisted them on the fabric of your skirt. Your mother did a better job at masking her reaction, but the look in her eyes told her that she also realized the same as she reached out for the letter. She tore the cover open with a well manicured nail and didn’t waste any time to pull out the card nestled inside.

The silence that passed was brief but loaded. You watched as she slowly read out the words there before putting it down again. She then looked at you, a glint now brewing in her eyes despite her unreadable expression.

"Air out her best dresses and make a call to our fitters," she said calmly to the maid despite her gaze staying on you. You returned her order with a confused look, to which she only slightly smiled in reply.

"She has a ball to go to."

******* "I can't believe we're here," Seri whispered from your side as she partly hid her face from the folding fan she was holding. You nodded numbly, barely registering her words, despite your mind buzzing with the same sentiments she has. Your eyes gave your surroundings another quick scan, as if you're expecting that everything unfolding in front of you right now will turn out to be a dream in a blink of an eye. 

It didn’t. You really are in the palace ballroom, an expansive space made with a combination of gilded black and white marble. Flocks of people floated around in their puffy dresses and well-pressed suits, half of their faces covered in their choice of tasteful masks. The soft sound of chatter and glasses clinking together made you even more anxious, and you nervously tried to fix your own mask, a simple white and gold lace number that gave justice to the color of your eyes. It provided interest to your otherwise virginal dress, a white number also trimmed with lace and pearls. You hated how innocent and pure it made you look, but your mother insisted, saying it was the perfect choice for the occasion.

"We all know why you are going there. Seeing you in white will surely make Lord Yun give you that ring."

You quickly fished for a flute of sparkling wine from one of the uniformed butlers roving around with their silver carts before your nervousness could get best of you. You thought your nerves should have calmed down by now, but you were still on edge for some reason you really couldn't put your finger on. The only good thing about the night so far was that you also have Seri by your side since  the Huangs' invitation extended to an additional person to join you and your parents’ party. If you're going to be honest, she is the only person keeping you grounded right now from the flood of stimuli overloading your senses.

"It's the King." Your dear friend's hushed whisper broke you from your internal battle with your nerves. Looking around, your gaze landed on the grand staircase situated at the head of the room just in time as a boy around your age emerged at the top of it. The rest of the room fell into a hush as they watched him move with innate grace, his gold trimmed royal suit catching the light from the chandeliers above as he made his way down the steps. Even with his mask covering half of his face, nobody can deny his  charismatic aura as he moved confidently under the watchful gazes of his subjects. 

He was the center of everyone's attention, but he wasn't the only one receiving the admirable stares of the crowd. Your eyes particularly slipped towards the girl silently shadowing his side, her arm linked loosely with the young King's elbow. Unlike the other royal who seems to sparkle with wit and natural charisma, his muse was silent, withdrawn, and maybe even a little cold with the way she carried herself. Clad in deep blue silk, she was the exact opposite of her consort's brightness… like summer and winter coming together. You could assume that she was also very beautiful from the curve of her features that you could make out under her mask, though she possessed the type of perfection that will seem to cut you when you get too close.

"That's King Donghyuck…?"

"King Haechan. His Royal Highness apparently decided to take a different name when he took over the throne."

You and Seri whispered in the softest of voices as the couple finally reached the ballroom floor. Everyone parted like the Red Sea as they started to make way towards the head table on a raised stage at the other end of the ballroom, the guests bowing respectfully as they passed them by. You did the same before they could even reach your spot and you saw Seri mirror your actions in your peripheral vision.

"Who is the girl?" You whispered again without even lifting your head.

"The new Queen. Nobody knows who she is and where she came from, but she was immediately granted the crown when His Highness ascended."

Before you even realized what you were doing, you found yourself raising your eyes just in time as the couple passed by. Immediately, you froze as your gaze locked with the girl who seemed to already be studying you from under her long lashes. You blinked. You weren't sure if it was just your imagination, but you thought you saw a ghost of a smile quirk the corners of her lips before she broke her stare on you. It was the type of smile that looked to be full of secrets... as if she was silently pleased by something only she understands.

"Welcome to the Summer Palace," your attention was broken by the light and lilting voice of the King as he turned to finally address the room. "This celebration had been a long time coming, but I'm glad all of you here were still able to make time to celebrate my recent ascension. Summer has finally come to our lands after years of unforgiving winter and it is rightful for us to show our thankfulness to the heavens with tonight's festivities. I expect everyone here to drink and dance like you've never done before. The night doesn't end until I say so."

The crowd's soft hum of agreement was only barely heard as the deep notes of orchestra music filled the space in perfect timing. Curiously, you looked around and saw the rest of the guests exchanging smiles and coupling together to get ready for the night's first dance. You didn't waste any time to turn to Seri, your hand already circling around her wrist to pull her out of the way.

"I think we should go to a calmer area first. We'll be in the way for the—"

"My Lady, would you care to have a dance?"

You turned on your heel promptly to find the source of the polite voice that called out to you. The boy in question stood just a couple of feet away from where you are, his lone form standing out in the sea of couples already starting to sway with the music. He looked radiant in his white suit and his eyes sparkled with humble shyness, but there is no mistaking the beauty of the light brown gaze behind his mask.

You felt your heart stutter as your lips formed his name. 

"Lord Yun."

******* "You look very beautiful tonight."

Yun’s voice sounded clear despite the classical music filling up the halls of the ballroom. Your eyes fell at a spot on his chest, right on the brooch bearing his family’s crest that he was wearing with his tuxedo. You could feel your cheeks pooling up with heat under his soft gaze and you couldn't be more thankful for the hundredth time that night that you had a mask to cover up your childish blush. Clearing your throat softly, you tried your best to return the compliment with the steadiest voice you can offer.

"As you are, Sir. Thank you very much for extending this invitation to us. It is indeed an experience to be invited to the royal ball."

"Ah… My father was a close confidante of the former king and Renjun himself is a same-age friend of his highness. It was his idea to reach out to close allies of the family. I… hope we didn't surprise you too much when we sent the invitation over," he answered with a slightly sheepish tone as he skillfully guided you to turn in his arms. That made you finally lift your eyes towards his face for the first time since you started to dance, an almost ironic smile pulling at your lips in answer.

"No… my family was very happy to receive it," you replied evenly and with practiced calm. How could they hate it when they were already presented with the golden ticket to the kingdom's highest of social circles, right? And before you even got married, too. 

"I have met them earlier and they were very gracious as usual. I believe they've joined my parents for dinner tonight. Perhaps we can sit with them later… if you wish?"

The way he phrased that question was so careful and calculated that it also urged you to take a couple of seconds before giving your reply. To be honest, you are very much aware that the stage of playing innocent about his agenda has long passed now, but that doesn't mean that you are entirely ready about what comes next. Sending over his intention to be one of the candidates for your hand is one thing, but unlocking the opportunity for your family to join their inner, more exclusive circle has pushed the envelope even more. In the world you live in, courting is more like a game and a dance. Each step is calculated, each sway hiding a meaning of its own.

Unfortunately for you, you've made yourself a participant to that very game the moment you stepped foot into this ball. It may not have been fully your choice, but it is what it is, no matter which angle you try to look at it. Your parents know it, as does his family, and now, the pair of you are expected to continue on with the dance that has already been put into motion.

You didn't like it… but it isn't like you are entirely hateful towards it, too. You've always known that an arranged marriage is what's waiting for you at the end of the line, and looking at your current predicament, you think you could have done worse. The man standing in front of you right now is everything a woman your age and standing could ever wish for in a husband so surely, you are not getting the short end of the stick here. Not once have Yun imposed his presence on you, despite the rank and wealth of his family. Even now, he was still giving you the choice to say no to something if it wasn't within your comforts. He is kind… and that holds a lot of weight for someone who hasn't been at the receiving end of it for so long.

Yes, you may not be in love with him, but he is definitely someone you can learn to love.

"Yes… I would be honored to meet your parents, my Lord."

The music around you shifted, urging the two of you to get closer just as you said those words. Yun pulled you in a little bit closer against him, but left enough space to respect your personal boundaries even as he smiled down on you radiantly. It was you who took the extra step to close the distance a little bit more as your lips tilted to form the first genuine smile you've given in such a long time.

*******

“Don’t you find it incredibly ironic, how fate seems to find its own way to spite us even without the help of black magic?”

Renjun’s gaze didn’t waver from the couple swaying gracefully on the edge of the dance floor despite the new visitor joining his company. He was currently standing next to one of the farthest windows in the room a few feet away from the crowd, his form partly covered by the shadows from the darkness outside. Instead of answering the question, he silently lifted the flute of wine he was holding to his lips with the hope of washing down the bitter taste coating his tongue.

"Shouldn't you be sitting prettily next to your King, your Highness?" He tried to ask calmly after downing the golden liquid from his glass. Light laughter answered his question, the sound grating at his already raw nerves.

A girl in a blue dress took a step closer to where he was, the gems in her silk gown catching some of the slivers of moonlight streaming from the windows. Her eyes were also set on the couple and she leaned her head just a little bit to the side as her perfect lips upturned into an amused smile. It took Renjun everything not to turn towards the her to give her a poisonous look.

"Ah… Renjun. I can't believe that I'll actually witness your turn to pine for someone this soon. It is so amusing, a Gancanagh falling in love with a human. I have to say… of all the curses I have ever given, yours might be my favorite."

His fingers flexed around the stem of the wine glass he was holding as her taunting words filled the charged air between them. He hated the truth behind her jeers, hated the way how he couldn't even manage to mask the waves of jealousy coursing through his veins at the moment. He watched as his brother slightly bent over the woman in his arms, causing her to laugh at whatever it is he just whispered. His sharp eyes didn't miss the way her eyes sparkled with genuine happiness, one emotion that she hadn't granted him ever in the many times they've come face to face.

"I guess you should be thanking me for giving you a source of amusement? Surely your life has gone dull after you let a mortal man claim you as his," he shot back, the venom in his voice now barely concealed by his soft tone. A soft sigh fanned his cheek in answer and he saw the other move to stand closer to him in his peripheral vision.

"I may have lost my freedom, but at least I am with someone who loves me with all of his heart. I don't think we have the same predicament, when the apple of your eye can't even bear to spare you a look. Maybe you should skin your brother alive and adopt his face so she could give you some of her time?"

"She is not in love with him."

"Yet. She is not in love with him… yet."

For the first time that night Renjun finally moved to direct his glare at the woman. Dark red embers glowed from the depths of his brown eyes, giving a glimpse of his true nature hidden beneath his mortal facade. Anyone who would have seen him now would think he is a creature fresh from a nightmare—all angles and darkness—but even the slip of his true form didn't move the sorceress standing in front of him. Instead, she met his silent wrath with a slow smile, her own eyes glowing blue, matching his fire with her ice.

The moment lasted for no more than a few seconds, but it was enough to drop the temperature of the radius of the room where they were currently standing. He was the first one to snap back to his mortal glamor, his appearance shifting to his old self. His lips also tipped at the corners, reflecting the other’s look of amusement. 

"You're right. She should fall in love with my brother as soon as possible," he drawled, his tongue rolling over the word ‘brother’ with malicious grace. The girl in front of him raised her brow, intrigued by his change of tone. "That will only make it sweeter for me once I snatch her from him."

The queen's jaw visibly set at the obvious connotation of his tone. She didn't say anything and Renjun took the chance to take a step closer to her to reach out for a tendril of hair that escaped the intricate braid holding up her crown. Burning black ice instantly coated the tips of his fingers when he touched her, but that didn't stop him from gently caressing her locks between his thumb and pointer finger.

"You might have cursed me, but I think you've forgotten what I can still do. Do you know what happens when a Gancanagh falls in love, my Queen?" He whispered, his voice soft and lilting enough to make the moon outside weep and sigh.

"They stop at nothing to get who they want… Even at the cost of mortal lives."

******* You gave a perfect turn in time with the orchestra's bellowing notes that filled the room. Not too far from you, you could hear Seri's melodious laughter as she also did the same in the arms of her own partner. You didn't know how long you had been dancing, but you didn't really mind the slight ache building at the back of your heels as you felt Yun's hands settle politely on your hip again. You looked at him with a smile and he returned the gesture with a slight bow of his head. 

"Are you tired? Maybe we should sit down for a bit?"

You were just about to answer when the soft sounds of strings filled the ballroom again. Before you could even say anything, you felt a slight tug on your arm that made you take a few steps back. You looked around to see Seri beaming at you, her face glowing and eyes dancing with excitement. It was obvious with just a glance just how much she was enjoying the night.

"It's the mixed dance! We have to go and join!"

Both you and Lord Yun chuckled at the girl's reaction at the same time. Looking at him, he gave you a polite nod as he stepped away and let go of his hold on your hip. Before Seri could even entirely whisk you away, he reached out for your hand and gave it a gentle kiss. The gentle feel of his lips against your gloved hand made your heart stutter the same time an unknown feeling bloomed in your chest.

"I'll see you later, my Lady."

You were thankful for your friend for pulling you towards the opposite side of the ballroom because otherwise, you would have stood there longer just staring after the man even as he melted with the crowd. You were still a little out of it when the music started picking up, your body merely moving on autopilot as the other girls forming the dance line started swaying in beat with the music. The next thing you know, you were once again lost in a sea of skirts blooming like petals with every turn. Around you, people behind masks linked arms with each other before letting go to move on again to another person.

It was so addictive… the high of it all. The music, the sound of laughter, even the melodious tapping of heels almost put you in a trance. You twirled from arm to arm with practiced grace, floating from one gentleman to another at every rise of the musical notes. Smiles and compliments blurred together until they formed a cacophony that only made you want to move more. When the music finally started to swell to a crescendo, your heart matched it with the way it danced in your chest.

One step, two steps, a glide to the right. The strings sang beautifully with their high notes and the low notes from the bass supported their peak with their resounding hums. You tipped your face a little upwards and closed your eyes as you made one last turn to match the harmony, only stopping when you finally felt yourself slip in another person's arms—your last and final partner for the night. You felt fingers settle gently on your hips before pulling you in slowly as the last parting note of the orchestra rang in the air. A small smile quirked your lips and you moved in closer before opening your eyes again.

And then you froze.

His black mask covered the perfection of his features, but there is no mistaking who those dark eyes belonged to, nor the lips that slowly smiled at you.

Renjun dug his nails a tad bit harder against the silk of your dress as you turned into stone in his arms.

"You almost lost your balance there. It's fine…"

"I got you."

CHAPTER 3

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A/N: So... I don’t even know if people still remember this story, but here’s the second chapter after MONTHS of waiting. I wasn’t entirely 100 percent satisfied with how I wrote this, but I decided to get this out because otherwise this will just rot in my drafts. Tagging the people here who requested to be notified before! <3

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how many drinks? | one shot (jjk)

summary: the question is - how many drinks would it take for you to sleep with your bestfriend?

pairing: jjk x reader

genre: (18+) college au, dance group au, bestfriends/bestfriends with some benefits au | fluff, smut, sprinkle of angst

words: ~12.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, kind of crack-y, dancer!jk to fulfill my needs, unprotected sex, sprinkle of dirty talk, fingering, sprinkle of a handjob, slight biting, nails digging into skin, oc almost gets taken advantage of/forced into doing things she doesn’t wanna do, rough handling, song kang is in this too because i’m also a hooch for him but he’s an ass here, alcohol consumption, intoxication, mentions of blunts/smoking, house parties, cuddling, kissing/makeout sessions, straddling, breast/nipple play, hickeys, fucking on the edge of the bed, multiple orgasms, fingering, licking/neck kisses, oral (f. receiving)

note: one shot title is taken from miguel's song ‘how many drinks’ + a couple of things--

both hoseok and jimin’s piece mentioned below are inspired by real-life pieces my old dance mentor has choreographed and taught. this is the inspiration behind hoseok’s couple piece; this is the inspiration for jimin’s piece

i’m a hooch for all three of them in this video

enjoy imagining koo and oc dancing part of their couples piece like this 🥺

"Y/N." You picked up Jungkook's call as you sat at your desk in your dorm room. You had been finishing up your bio homework until the interruption came blaring through on your headphones.

"Yes?"

"Can I nap in your room?"

"The fuck I look like? A hotel?" You snorted.

"Yeah, a 5 star at that with how good you take care of me." He tries to butter you up, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're lucky I like you."

"Yesssssssss!" You hear him faintly exclaim on the other line. "Be there in a sec."

"You know my doors are always unlocked." Which, it was true. So many of your friends had decided to live off campus that you and your other bestfriend [and beloved suitemate] were probably the only few left on campus. And that meant people were constantly in your room, hanging out or using both of your rooms, [with permission] or the couches in the shared living room space of your suite as a place to nap. College, amirite? Why the fuck would you lose your parking spot to go back to your apartment when you have friends who lived right on campus? You weren't just good for smuggling free food from the cafeteria to your broke ass, struggling off-campus friends.

Sooner or later, you're greeted by a fluffy, black-haired Jungkook, looking like his shit must have air-dried with how wavy and voluminous it was. He swings your door open so aggressively that you jump a bit in your seat, swinging off your headphones like you weren't even expecting him. You watch as he flings himself onto your neatly made bed like he hasn't felt a bed in years.

"Ugh, yes." He moans as he belly flops onto your bed and stays in that position.

"When's your next class, you little baby?"

"In like an hour or so, I don't know." He says sleepily. "Wake me up, please?"

"Sure." You realize it's Wednesday, and he definitely has Ecology lab later at 3:00PM. You figured you'd wake him up by 2:30 just to give him enough time to groggily walk his ass back over to the science building.

You and Jungkook weren't really close before college. It was moreso that you knew of each other since high school because of mutual friends. You'd see him at parties and he'd see you, but it was never more than the casual hi and bye and small talk. Maybe the occasional comments on facebook pages and the likes on pictures on instagram. But foreel, other than that, that's as real as your friendship got for awhile. You didn't mind it though, you were good with your set of friends and he was good with his. A lot of your friends attended the same university as you two and then your groups intertwined even more. 

But, it wasn't until the past couple of months or so where you both unexpectedly got really close - simply just by talking more and being around each other more. You both had similar interests and Jungkook wasn't the most vocal in his group, but with you, he seemed to talk endlessly. He loved comics and he loved raving to you about Marvel and DC superheroes. He loved to draw, and he'd draw you things every now and then - his most recent being you as a scientist superhero saving the world from overgrown malaria-infected mosquito monsters. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you tacked it against your cork board near your desk. Then, small things like that turned to bringing you food or boba, being stuck at the hip where he'd only go to a certain place on campus if you were there; texting each other inside jokes and funny ass tweets all day turned to facetime sleepover calls and then late hangouts eventually turned to actual sleepovers in your bed, where he'd drape his arm around while you both slept but it never escalated into anything more than that in bed. Although he did fucking hate your medium-sized Olaf plushie that took shelter on your bed - he'd always hike it across the room and talk about how annoying he is and how he's always taking his spot. You never understood it, really.

And then soon, it turned to small displays of affection behind closed doors, where Jungkook would hold you close. Hold your hand if you two were in the room watching a show, or movie. Small kisses exchanged. Big kisses exchanged, making out sessions. But, that was literally it. Nothing else. No sex. No pressure. Lots of unspoken feelings, obviously, but you weren't gonna be the one to bring that up. Because you were comfortable, and if anything, you didn't wanna ruin what you guys already had going.

Like, is this a friends with benefits thing? Maybe? Maybe not? It was hard to label it because it's not like you both determined so, it kind of just fell together that way. And there was really no pressure to fuck every single time you got affectionate. It was cute, sweet. And no one really knew it was like that behind doors - possibly your suitemate Kass and her boyfriend, Jimin, but that's only because you shared the dorm suite with her. Jimin was also one of Jungkook's roommates and his really good friend, so whenever they had slept over on the same night, it was pure and utter chaos. But honestly, if Kass and Jimin hadn't been around you two much, they most certainly wouldn't have the idea.

Whatever it was, it was a comfortable closeness that you both experienced and appreciated. However, the both of you were afraid of discussing what this really was, afraid it'll ruin the dynamic. The atmosphere. Having to come to terms of what it might, or might not be. Neither of you can fully admit that you like the other. Although, it got hard. People did lightly tease you two because you both always looked for each other and were stuck by the hip out on campus.

Oh, well. Bottom line is that you liked your relationship where it was at, but it doesn't mean you haven't thought about the what if's. Jungkook was insanely attractive, and it's no lie that girls swarmed him left and right on campus, but he didn't give a shit [either he didn't give a shit or he was dumb as hell?]. Okay, rewind — to be fair, he would have a fling or two, flirt once or twice. He'd tell you so and so was cute and that they've hung out or texted, but that's it. He just wasn't necessarily looking for anything cause he too enjoyed where he was at with everything.

It doesn't take long before Sleeping Beauty is snoring face down on your bed, looking like Patrick Star with the way he's sprawled out. But, you continue to do your work until it was time to wake him. You gently shake him, his puppy eyes looking back at you after being face down all nap.

"Class time."

"No." He groans. "Can't I just stay here with you?"

"No, dude. Get to class." You chuckle. "You already skipped last week."

"Yeah, but this is a new week Y/N."

"Jungkook." You almost say in a scolding manner.

"Fiiiiiiine." He whines as he shoots up and hops off from your bed. "Are you going to our party on Friday?"

"I said I'd think about it right?"

"Yeah, like on Monday. It's Wednesday."

"And I'm still thinking about it." You snort, making him pout.

"Just come for a little bit."

"Why? You know parties aren't my thing and you'll be too drunk anyways. I'll end up wanting to go right the fuck back home as soon as I step outside."

"I'd like to be drunk and have you there. It'll be more fun!" He pouts as he holds your hand and swings it back and forth.

"I mean, to be completely honest, I'll probably end up going because of Kass anyways."

"Because of Kass." He rolls his eyes. "Oooookay. Not because of you, Jungkook, no." He says sarcastically, brows furrowed.

"Ew. You're such a fucking whiner. Leave." You laugh, throwing an empty water bottle at him.

"I'm kidding." He chuckles. "Wanna grab dinner with me after practice?"

"Sure. If you pay." He groans

"Fine. I'll see you later." He puckers up his lips to blow you a kiss, which you automatically reject by giving him a look before turning your attention back to your homework. You were hoping he'd offer to go to In-n-Out because you were craving that #2 with animal fries and a neapolitan shake, plus there was a Target in the same plaza that you wanted to drag him to for new pens and clearance sale shopping. And you wouldn't even warn him about it. He would tag along, no question.

Hoseok stands in front of the mirrors in the studio, pacing back and forth as your dance group learned a couple of 8-counts from this new piece he had been brewing up. Apparently, it was supposed to be a couples piece but he wasn't sure if he was going to keep it that way. He watched to see if this would be better as a group, or if he should stick to his original plans.

Your college dance group was a small group formed by people with pure, genuine interest and love for modern hip hop choreography. Hoseok was the dance lead, with Jimin being the back up lead. The group came together, taught each other pieces, taught workshops for those interested on campus and performed at the various talent shows and productions the school had throughout the year. It was just your group's way of showcasing your talents, something you all purely enjoyed, and it was nice to see the love and support given by the audiences.

"Okay, run that from the top one more time please. We'll take break after, swear." Hoseok chuckles and gives Jimin the cue to start the song back at the starting point. Jungkook makes a funny face at you as he huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath from the last time you went through the counts.

"Ew." You giggle, slightly pushing him aside. Miguel's How Many Drinks begins to blast through the studio speakers, Jungkook doing his best to sing along and match his tone all while focusing on his steps. Once you're done going through the counts, the music continues to play, Jungkook twirling over to you just to sing—

"Cause I ain't leavin' aloneeee, I feel like I could be honest, babe." He spins to your other side. "We both know that we're grown, that's why I wanna knooooow - how many drinks will it take you to leave with meeeeEEeeeE?"

"You can give me all the drinks in the world and I swear I still wouldn't." You snort, making him frown and click his teeth.

"Too bad that's not really how you act when I ask to sleep over, though." Silence as you stick your tongue out at him. Cause, yeah. You really do tell him to sleep over without hesitation. You loved his company, you can’t lie. "Yeah, fraudulent as hell. I never taught you that." He jokes.

"Shut up, Jungkook—"

"Okay!" Hoseok says, clapping his hands. "This'll be a couple piece. I honestly think it'll work better that way, just like I envisioned it. I'll work with the couple to clean this up before the performance, but to whoever isn't casted for this, Jimin still has a piece to teach the rest of you, so don't feel discouraged!" Hoseok chuckles a bit, giving the rest of the group a small smile. "So with that being said - Y/N, Jungkook, I want you two to do this piece."

"Ouuuuuuuu." Jimin teases you from the sidelines, causing you to put up your middle finger.

"We won’t let you down, cap." Jungkook swings his arm around you.

"I'll teach you the rest of the piece next practice so we can start polishing it up and making it clean before the talent show."

"Sounds good with me." You flatly say, even though 100%, you're pretty excited for many reasons. One, you had been wanting to do a solo or couples piece for awhile, and two, your partner was Jungkook. Your best friend, your ride or die, the dude you've spent so much time with and gave your affection to behind closed doors. It made you giddy just thinking about it, even if you'd blatantly lie to his face later on when he'd tease you. And Jungkook felt the same. You missed the way he subtly bit on his bottom lip when you were named his partner, just so he wouldn't smile too big in front of you.

After practice, you egg him on enough to agree to take you to In-N-Out, without hinting at the plan you had drafted out in your head earlier.  The plan that says you're gonna drag his ass to Target afterwards and he had no choice but to come along.

"Y/N, you liar." He groans. "You said you weren't gonna go to Target." He pouts as you follows behind you anyway.

"Kook, I literally just need to get one thing."

"What's the one thing that you couldn't get on your own time?"

"I don't know, I'll have to find out when we get in there." You giggled, causing him to groan again. "Plus, we're here already. Killing two birds with one stone."

"Ah shit, I suppose I can get some bottles for the party."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook, aheh." He mocks your tone and does that really weird and ugly ass laugh that dudes always do when they try to mock girls, however, you ignore it because you've just stepped into Target and bitch, this was Disneyland to you. Heaven. Paradise.

"Hm, what are we drinking on Friday?" He says his text outloud as he follows you around the dollar section where you begin to pick up really unnecessary items that you're probably just gonna store away in or around your desk somewhere.

"Should be holy water because you all need it."

"Mmm, I don't know, I don't think they have that but we can check." He responds ever so seriously, causing you to chuckle.

"How many people are you expecting?"

"Honestly, I don't even know. We said we'd keep it to close friends only. I don't really have any friends, so that's all on them."

"Ah, makes sense as to how the entire class was invited." You fire back sarcastically. "Your upstairs neighbors are really gonna have a blast."

"They're invited too."

"You guys are so dumb." He laughs when you hit him against the chest. After walking a bit, the two of you head towards the alcohol aisle, Jungkook grabbing what his arms will allow him to grab since alcohol is a little cheaper here than other grocery stores. "Isn't there a limit as to how much alcohol you can buy?"

"I don't see anything anywhere." He hauls about 4 big bottles back to the cashiers. "Besides, I'm giving them business compared to Safeway and those other grocery stores."

"Grab the coupon at least, genuis. It could save you some money." You take off the coupons from the three bottles.

He looks down at the coupon attached to the 4th bottle. "Sign up today and get 2% cash back on every bottle you buy." He snorts after reading the coupon outloud. "More like sign up today and get 2% cash back turnt." He looks at you. "This doesn't sound like a coupon, miss. Where's the ‘get 5 dollars off’ bullshit?"

"2% cash back turnt? Really?" You furrow your brows at him and hand the coupons to the cashier. "Here. God, maybe you shouldn't be hosting parties with your roommates."

"Maybe not." He holds his bags, even grabbing onto yours as you both walk out to his car. He turns up the radio, the both of you singing along to the songs coming through. When he pulls up to the lot of Edgehill Village, he parks in someone else's marked spot only because it's technically next to your door and he doesn't anticipate to stay long. But honestly, that never goes as planned. He grabs your bag from the trunk, silently following behind you as you unlock your door to an empty suite - just as you expected. Kass was most likely at Jungkook’s, spending the night with Jimin, and you'd be alone for the night. It didn't matter to you though, the peace and quiet was always nice.

"You sure you're gonna be okay here alone?" You nod.

"Yup. It's kind of nice actually." You lean forward onto your bed since it's raised a little higher than usual with bed risers, and open up your laptop. Jungkook sets your Target bag down and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheek and on your jawline.

"You sure you don't want me to sleep over? Cuddles sound nice."

"It sounds like you want to."

"Only if you want me to." He nuzzles his head against your neck, waiting for your response.

"Kook, please." You chuckle. "If you wanna sleepover, then go ahead."

"Yesssss! I do."

"Well you need to find parking, or else the person that owns that parking spot will be highly upset."

"You got it, captain. Pull up a movie!" He says, dashing out of your room to move his car. He's most likely going to come back in another 5 minutes, being that the only free parking at this time of night is probably on the other end in the gym's lot, or somewhere on the streets [if he got lucky].

And so that 5 minutes sure does go by before Jungkook is breathing heavily when he walks into your room, duffle bag swung over his shoulder with a big, dorky ass smile on his face.

"I'm back!"

"I see." You snort, still going through the movies.

"Hey, let's run through what Hobi taught us first."

"Ugh, I'm so tired though."

"Cooooome on, just once." He pulls you by the hand, his body pressed against yours as his his other arm wraps around your waist. "Please." His puppy dog eyes look down at you, causing you to push him away because fucking hell, that shit makes you weak. Makes the pussy throb just a lil, you know? Christ.

"Only if you watch 10 Things I Hate About You."

"Sure, I don't mind." He pulls up the song on your laptop. The both of you face the mirror in front of you, careful not to hit each other since you had such limited space to fully move around. Running through it once was a full blown lie, being that you both are doing it for almost 5-6 times before you're laughing at how out of breath you already are. You're so out of it and winded by the last time around that you accidentally hit Jungkook in the face, causing him to whine and stumble off to the side.

"Oh shit!" You laugh. "I'm so sorry, Kookie!" You run over to cup his face. "Are you okay? You good?"

"Shit, Y/N. You have a heavy hand." He keeps his hand against his cheek.

"I'm sorry." You lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek, but Jungkook being Jungkook, he looks to the side to have his lips meet yours instead. He picks you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around his torso as he sits you on your bed, your hands still cupping his face. And honestly, you really wanted him. You've always wanted him since this whole thing started. God, he was attractive to you - every little thing about Jungkook was a fucking weakness, but you weren't gonna let up first. Not tonight. The scar on his cheek, his soft, fluffy hair, his toned body, his muscular ass arms, the way he held onto you when you both slept, the way he kissed you.

Lord, he was truly going to be the death of you.

Before the kiss could get any deeper, you smile into it and back away, keeping your gaze on the small, dazed smile Jungkook has on his face.

"Can we watch now?" You ask, subtly biting onto your bottom lip.

"Yeah, good idea."

"Actually, after all that, I need to shower first."

"Can I join?" His eyes light up.

"Sit your ass down. You can go after." You laugh as you hop off the bed, grabbing your pajamas for a quick shower. You literally take 10 minutes, walking back into your room with wet hair and an oversized shirt and shorts underneath. Although you had been completely comfortable with Jungkook, the both of you have never really seen each other fully naked like that. Whenever he slept over, you were both always fully clothed. You've seen him hop out of the shower and come in shirtless, but that's probably about it. You start to brush your teeth as he rummages through his emergency duffle bag full of shit that he holds in the trunk of his car, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes to change into after his shower. You already know his ass is gonna use your shampoo for everything because he loves the smell of it and always talks about how good your hair smells.

While waiting for him, you slip yourself under your covers and pull the laptop closer to you, scrolling through your phone aimlessly to see what's new on instagram. Which, is absolutely nothing, so you let out a dissatisfied sigh.

"Ready!" He comes in, tossing his towel aside and shutting off the lights to crawl into your bed with you.

"You smell just like me." You chuckle.

"It's great, isn't it?"

"Your hair isn't bothering you?" You run your hand through his incredibly wet hair as he shakes his head.

"No, I'll be good."

"Okay." He wraps his arm around you to pull you onto his body, the movie already off to a start. As the movie goes on, you find yourself getting sleep as both of your bodies sink deeper into the sheets, Jungkook still not letting you go. The laptop rests on his belly, while your head is on his chest, his heartbeat the one thing putting you to sleep pretty quickly. He's comfortable, just as you are. He's warm, you're warm. He's content, you're content. You drift off to sleep while he continues to watch, knowing your bodies will be pressed tightly against each other in the morning.

"Kook there's so many fucking people here. The cops are gonna come and shut this down quick." Jungkook shrugs.

"Oh well, wasn't my idea." He snorts. "Shot?!" He hands you a shot that you take with ease, feeling like you aren't drunk enough for all this shit and all these people. "Atta girl."

"Yuck, though." You slightly make a sour face as you feel the warmth trickle down your throat and into your stomach.

"Heeeey, whyyyyy do you look so FaMiliaR?" This girl asks Jungkook in a weird, flirty tone, where every other consonant goes up and down. She's obviously really fucking drunk and out of her mind because for one, she definitely goes to the same school as you two, and she has definitely been in class with Jungkook before.

"Oh uh, my name's Justin Bieber. I used to sing from time to time." He says nonchalantly with you furrowing your forehead at him because what kind of response did he just give her?! What did he just tell her? You're so embarrassed that you slowly turn on your heel and walk out of the kitchen as you hear him sing One Less Lonely Girl hella out of tune, with the girl completely smitten over his drunk ass.

"Where's Jungkookie?" Kass asks as she sits on Jimin's lap.

"Over there, pretending to be Justin Bieber apparently."

"Oh, nice. You don't come across that often." Jimin says sarcastically. "Are you staying here tonight?"

"Yeah, stay here tonight, with Kookie." Kass wiggles her eyebrows, her cheek resting on top of Jimin's head. "It's not like that's anything new."

"Um, I'd rather much be back in the dorm."

"That cold, lonely place? When you could be here, in such a pretty apartment with such a pretty boy?" You shake your head at her.

"Unbelievable." You mutter. Suddenly, an incredibly tall man walks into the apartment, reaching about 6'1 and almost hitting the ceiling with his tall ass. You've never seen him before, but he walks in with Hoseok and Namjoon and for whatever reason, you can't peel your eyes off of him. "Woah, who's that?"

"Who's what?" Jungkook finally comes to your side after being Justin Bieber for a good minute or so, his eyes following yours. Who was he and why were you looking at him so intensely?

"That's Kang! You've never met him?" Jimin says, doing a slight nod to greet him as he passes by. Kang and his fine self looks up at you, a small smirk creeping up at the corner of his lips as he continues through to the kitchen behind Hoseok and Namjoon. "He's a transfer and on the basketball team."

"He's fiiiiine." You and Kass swoon over him a bit, Jungkook giving you a look.

"He's alriiiight. I've seen better."

"Shut up, no one asked you." You lightly punch him on the side, making him lightly groan while Jimin and Kass laugh. The rest of the party, you suddenly have a goal to find out more about Kang and see what he's about because you and Jungkook weren't official. You both didn't really know what this was, but one thing you knew for sure was that it wasn't anything exclusive. You wouldn't bring it up, so wouldn't Jungkook - so was this really something all that meaningful?

Whatever, you didn't wanna keep going in circles about it.

Jungkook fucking hates it though, and he's honestly really jealous that you're suddenly trying to be all cute and woo the new, tall, handsome [but he's not really that fucking handsome to Jungkook for christ's sake] basketball player. Jungkook almost wants to mock his every move and how suavé he is, almost looking like a try hard with the way he's leaning against the wall and talking to you.

Wait— he's talking to you?! You were literally right next to him 2 seconds ago.

"What the fuck?" He squints, trying to make sure he's actually looking at you.

"You're so full of shit." Jimin laughs.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you just admit that you like her and stop being childish about it?"

"I don't like her. She's just my bestfriend."

"Um, okay?" Jimin snorts. "When you sleep at her place every chance you get and vice versa? When she has a ton of your shirts and hoodies in her own fucking closet? When you always get so affectionate with her in the dorm? Sure, you don't like her."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do, you've done it in front of me and Kass before but you both tried playing it off. I don't understand you two."

"Well, I don't like her. She obviously doesn't either with the way she's trying to be all up on him." Jungkook glares at you, his teeth biting the rim of the cup harshly as he brings it to his lips to take a sip.

"Whatever, I'm just saying dude. Probably better to be straight up about it than not."

"Kaaaaaaay." Jungkook responds sarcastically, trying to play off how butthurt he was right now. Cause yeah, he did fucking like you. He was just scared to admit it though because of reasons like this - the fact that you possibly didn't like him back killed him. The fact that you could possibly be using him to feel wanted, needed. It made his stomach turn.

He just really liked you, and god, did he want to be the one in your bed tonight. Whether or not that ended up in sex, whatever. He just wanted to be the one to touch you, be on you.

Meanwhile, Kang was attractive as hell and ouwee, were you feeling him tonight. You were, you really were - except, you could literally feel the holes Jungkook was burning through you from across the room. You'd occasionally glance over due to how distracting it was, Jungkook literally have no shame with eyeing you, almost glaring at you, from across the apartment.

"Is it too forward if I ask for your number already?" Kang licks his lips, his teeth lightly piercing his bottom lip as he looks down at you.

"No." You smirk at him, taking his phone to put your number in.

"We should kick it soon. I'd love to hang out with you and get to know you better."

"Yeah, just let me know when." You blush, until you're suddenly pulled out of your daze by a loud 'ahem,' the loudest throat-clearing you have ever heard in your life. You turn to see Jungkook making his way back over to the shots, knowing damn well he's calling you over. "See you around?" Kang winks before he tips his cup to you and gives you a single nod.

"Sure thing, cutiepie." You bite onto your bottom lip, making your way over to Jungkook at the shot station, instantly pinching his arm.

"What the fuck?"

"Nobody was calling you over." Jungkook smirks.

"Shut the fuck up, yes you were. I know that was you clearing your throat like that."

"I'm sorry, does it bother you?" He blinks cutely, tilting his head to the side. "Besides, why come over here when you're too busy with your man?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Why in the hell would I be jealous, Y/N? Do you." The words sting you, even though part of you still wants to believe that Jungkook may actually like you. All you can do is sigh and brush it off, placing your cup down in front of him as he pours himself another shot. "You sure?"

"Just give me the damn shot." You say, making it your 7th.

And the 7th turns into 8, 8 turns into 9, 9 turns into 10. And at 10, you're pretty fucking drunk even as the party is starting to die down by the time it's close to 2am. All 10 were a good combination of shots and mixed drinks.

10 drinks.

10 drinks is what it took for you to lay in Jungkook's bed at the end of the night, hands tangled in his fluffy hair as your makeout session intensifies by the minute - all due to this sexual tension, frustration, whatever the hell it was brewing between you two after all this time. The both of you are drunk as hell, and it's pretty evident with the way you can still taste the alcohol on his tongue, both sloppily touching up on each other, kisses getting wetter, clothes coming off like there's no tomorrow.

"Wait, are you sure?" Jungkook says, about to unhook your bra.

"Jungkook, god, just fuck me." You plead drunkily, the room spinning around you. He continues to unhook your bra, tossing it across the room where your other clothes lay, peppering kisses along your neck before licking up a stripe to meet your lips again. He hooks his fingers across the band of your panties, tugging them down and letting them get lost within his sheets. You take this as leverage to tug his boxer briefs down, already stroking his hardened member the moment you come into contact with it. The sad thing is that you both are so fucking drunk, you can't even appreciate the fact that you both are naked in front of each other for the first time ever.

You can't even come to terms with the fact that you both are about to fuck each other and cross that boundary completely.

But, hell, what do you care? You were drunk. You got a cute guy's number. You're getting dick at the end of the night.

"Oh shit, Y/N." He moans into your mouth as he feels you stroking him. "Need to feel you." He quickly runs his finger down your fold, slipping in two digits to pump them in and out, quickly prepping you for his dick.

"Hnnng--Kook." You bite onto your bottom lip as your eyes shut close momentarily, your head digging deeper into the pillow the more he tries to stretch you out. "Want you inside of me."

"I got you." He says. You almost whine at the loss of contact until you feel his tip poking at your entrance. He slowly continues to slip himself inside of you, Kook letting out a small groan while your mouth was left open, a soundless moan releasing before you hiss and take in all of him. He fills you up so well, so completely. He was so big that you felt full, bloated, with him being inside of you the way he was.

"Ohhhhhgod." You whimper as he starts to steady his pace, the lewd noises of his cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy filling his room - god forbid if Jimin or their other roommate Yoongi heard this right now. It would be nothing short of pornographic.

"You're so wet. Is that all for me?" He says, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as he begins to aggressively thrust into you.

"Y-yes." You whine.

"Say it again."

"All for you, Kook."

"I fucking thought so." He drunkily responds as one hand grips onto your hips tightly, the other in your hair as he digs his head back into the crook of your neck, his tongue messily licking near your jaw before he nibbles onto your earlobe.

"Hmmmmgggh, Jungkook. Fuck." You moan as you start to work your hips upward into his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, causing the pleasure to pool quickly within the pit of your stomach. It causes goosebumps to pierce through the surface of your skin, your hands gripping tighter on his hair. "You're-you're gonna make me cum. Faster." You plead. He does just so, hammering into you, the sound of his hips slamming into yours bouncing off of the walls.

"Ahhh—Y/N." He groans.

"Just like that, just like that, just like that!" You repeat, your clit feeling incredibly stimulated by the way it rubs against his skin while he fucks into you. "Oh shit! Jungkook!" You moan loudly, biting his shoulder as you feel yourself trembling hard in his grip, your orgasm taking over your entire body.

"Shit, shit, shit—Y/N, Shiiiit." He says into your neck, followed by more curses and groans as you feel him coat your walls warmly. He stays inside of you until the both of you come back down to normalcy, your breathing becoming more regulated. He slowly slips himself out, plopping next to you on the bed, but doesn't welcome you into his arms.

The night goes on, the both of you sleeping on your own sides of Jungkook's bed, not really saying a word to each other. Because the both of you, although still pretty drunk, are more aware by the time it's over and it's become so clear how fucked up this got.

You were hurt. Completely hurt. Because you didn't expect Jungkook to just fucking ghost you after that night. You wanted to talk about it, maybe come to the conclusion that you two should just distance yourselves from each other to figure this out, even if it would hurt you a lot to do so.

No.

That morning, Jimin and Kass had to take you back to campus because Jungkook had darted out of his room, nowhere to be seen until later that night. The next week or so, there were no texts, no calls. No visiting your dorm, no asking to sleepover.

Nothing.

Just radio silence, white noise, if you will.

The one thing he could come up with was a stupid response to your text when you finally caved and asked what you did wrong mid-week.

Something along the lines of 'what do you want me to say, Y/N? do you want me to force myself to feel a certain way?'

Followed by a 'i'm sorry, fuck. that came out really wrong' even though you thought it came out perfectly fine. You understood loud and clear.

Even though this wasn't really an exclusive thing, or even a 'thing' if we wanna be straight up, you still couldn't help but feel like Jungkook had just dumped your ass with no explanation and you were still waiting for that explanation to come, whether it would or not. And because of this, you started to see Kang, hangout with him more often. He even took you out on a dinner date and you really enjoyed his company. He seemed genuine, caring, supportive - even if a lot of the basketball boys were the complete opposite. He was different, you liked to think.

And so you stand in front of the mirrors in the dance studio, you and Jungkook awkwardly running through the piece with Hoseok watching, confused as to why all of a sudden the two of you have this weird tension going on. It hasn't entirely ruined the couple piece, but it hasn't brought it together, either. The both of you could barely look at each other, barely get into the movements, the emotions behind the motions. Hoseok had to correct a few things, his 'pah pah pah's' echoing in the room constantly with how many times you and Jungkook had to be set straight for your sloppy steps today.

"Okay, I'm not saying it's bad, cause it's not. But can you both please act like you at least like each other or something? What's going on with you two? You aren't normally like this." Hoseok says, coming down to a crouch in front of the mirrors.

"Nothing, we'll do better. Don't worry." You brush off the entire question with your quick response. Jungkook looks at you, his hands on his hips, lightly frowning at how much you're distancing yourself even though he knows its entirely his fault for running from his feelings and not being honest with you.

"Okay, let's do it from the top." The music starts, you getting into the piece without making any eye contact with Jungkook. Even the steps that cause you to be close and near Jungkook, you look anywhere but his eyes, and your touch is light, trying your hardest not to let any feelings pass through the motion. Hoseok is a little more pleased this time around, but it still doesn't sit right with him, so he lets you two take a break while he heads to the other studio to check on Jimin and the rest of the group.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"Jungkook, you don't get to ask me that." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, not sure if he should continue on or not.

"Y/N—"

"Save it, and let's just get this over with, okay? I don't wanna be here just as much as you." Your words cut him deep because dear, you have gotten him completely misunderstood and yet, he still can't speak. He still can't talk about his feelings. He still can't save this even though he wants to, even though he loathes seeing you the way you are with Kang.

"I never said—"

"Kay, ready? Let's run this full out and make it a good one so we can call it for today." Hoseok says, clapping his hands to hype you two up somehow. The music starts and you're finally able to get into the steps. The emotions. And god, it's only because you're so hurt by your own bestfriend. You're hurt that he fucked you so good, and then dipped. You're hurt that he couldn't even face you the day after. You're hurt that after all this time, he made it seem like you still didn't matter enough - at least enough for an explanation, for some kind of reasoning, conversation, behind what just went down between the both of you. Between what has been going down between the both of you.

Besides the stupid ass responses he gave you through text.

You get so into your feelings that you don't even realize you're tearing up by the time the piece is over, and Jungkook catches it even though you face away from him as soon as the music cuts out.

"Nice, okay! That was so much better! Let's pick it up next session, yeah? We'll keep cleaning it up. Thanks guys!" Hoseok says. You immediately head towards the wall, grabbing your things to avoid any confrontation from Jungkook, but he grabs your arm as soon as you slip through the door.

"Y/N, wait. Stop."

"Let me go." You yank your arm from his grip.

"Why are you crying?" He stops in front of you, his hands placed on your arms to prevent you from moving any further.

"I'm not." You blatantly lie while you aggressively wipe away the stragglers coming down.

"Really? Just gonna lie like that?"

"Why do you care? You haven't said shit to me all week." You snap back, and Jungkook is taken aback from the tone in your voice. You remove his hands from your arms, and take one last look at him before shaking your head and walking off.

Next mistake? He doesn't come after you.

This was a waste of fucking time. If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't let you hurt like this.

You let out a deep sigh before clutching onto your things and walking back to your dorm. The walk from the gym/fitness center was damn near on the other end of campus compared to your dorm. It would be a good 10 minute walk if you really took your time. A good 10 minutes to ponder on your thoughts.

Yes, you liked Jungkook. You really liked him. Having sex with him solidified those feelings even more. How could you not have feelings for your bestfriend after all the moments you've shared? Was it your fault for assuming that? Was it your fault for walking through that door when it seemed to be completely open for you?

"Sup." Kang comes out of nowhere, pulling you out of your thoughts. He swings his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you closer to his body.  "Just got out of practice?"

"Sure did." You give him a toothless smile. Yes, he was attractive as hell. He always will be. But, even with the time you spent together, the date he took you on, he still couldn't make you feel the way Jungkook has been able to make you feel.

"How was it?"

"Um, it was alright. Nothing new really, just cleaning up the piece before the show. You're going right?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He smiles down at you. "Listen, I don't know if you've heard, but there's another party tonight."

"A party? It's Wednesday." You snort.

"Yeah, I mean, one of the boys on the Lacrosse team is throwing it at his family house because his parents will be gone. Wanna come? I'll pick you up. We don't have to stay for long." You looked at your watch.

"What time is it at?"

"Like 9ish?" Enough time for you to shower and get a quick dinner in your belly. Why the hell not? You were caught up for the week. You didn't have any pressing assignments that were due asap.

"Sure. I'll come."

"Cool. See you later then?" He says, about to part ways with you. You simply give him a nod before walking deeper into Edgehill village. You hoped you wouldn't regret this tonight, and you really hoped he meant it when he said you two didn't have to stay for long. You drag yourself into your room, seeing Kass' door wide open, revealing her packing up her duffle bag.

"Hey, where are you headed during the middle of the week?"

"My two classes got cancelled for tomorrow so me and Jiminie are heading out for a mini getaway for our anniversary." You cross your arms and smile. "He's just gonna catch up on shit when we get back I guess." She laughs.

"That sounds cute. I hope you have loads of fun this weekend, babe."

"What are you gonna do?" Kass and Jimin were obviously aware of everything happening between you and Jungkook being that they had to be the ones to take you home. They never pressed on it though, knowing you both were still pretty upset about how things were playing out. They figured you two would eventually work it out, but until then, they would just sit back and keep their mouths shut. You two were being completely stubborn, but it wasn't their relationship to fix.

"Well, there's this party Kang wants to take me to tonight."

"The Lacrosse party? Messy." She laughs. "Be careful, but also have fun, yeah? I still don’t know if I trust him.”

"Yeah I know."

"Tell me how it goes!"

"I will." You wave her off as you head into your room and shut the door. You figured you would just grab dinner on campus to avoid spending more money than you should; after all, dinner seemed to be pretty bomb tonight. You didn't mind going alone, sometimes Namjoon would join you, asking for you to bring him a plate of food while he does the hard job of sneaking inside the cafeteria through the back door. He usually waits for you at a free table and ends up staying there to have dinner with you, updating you on how life has been, how school has been. Sometimes Hoseok would join you, too. Either way, you didn't mind if no one joined. It was nice to have dinner by yourself from time to time.

You get there on time to be able to grab some food, eat quietly and head out before the cafeteria gets way too busy for your liking. You slip into the shower and throw on a mini skirt, a crop top and a denim jacket, lightly fluffing your hair in the mirror and adding a dab of lip gloss to your lips before Kang is calling you to tell you he's outside your dorm. He's wearing something similar to your color palette, however, you don't make much out of it since this also wasn't really an exclusive thing and you sure as hell weren't going around telling people you and Kang had a thing going on.

To him, you two might be a thing. You've definitely overheard people talking about you two in passing.

To you though, you two definitely weren't. And it was a big fuck you to Jungkook for that.

The house is packed from end to end already, and you're surprised being that it has barely hit 10 minutes since the party was expected to take off. Kang is having to park down the hill, allowing you to hop onto his back for a quick piggy back ride up until you reach the front of the house. There's people already fucked up out on the lawn [you figured they fucked themselves over during their pre-game session cause that shit really happens from time to time], either laying there drunkily or yacking on a free patch of grass.

Gross.

Messy, indeed.

Some people are posted, smoking blunts and offering it to people who were passing by. You and Kang both pass up on it, the idea of not knowing where it has been not sitting right with you. You both head straight to the bottles, taking shots and downing mixed drinks to chase it with so that you can catch up with majority of the crowd. Kang has his arm around your shoulder throughout the night, keeping you close to him, even when he's getting pretty drunk. You realize he's a little more handsy than usual, a little more touchy than you expected him to be. It doesn't bother you for a minute, until he really tries to hike up your skirt while you sit on his lap. You gently shoo his hand away, playing it off while he nuzzles his head against your neck.

"Let's go upstairs, babe." He says, the pet name sounding incredibly off coming from him. Maybe you were drunk, maybe you really just weren't in the mood. It just didn't sound cute, if that even makes sense?

"Okay." You respond stupidly, not wanting to cause a scene at a lacrosse party. You intertwine your fingers with his as he leads the way up the stairs, eyeing the doors as they come into view. He leans forward towards each door, making sure it's clear before opening it. You assume he finally finds one that he's satisfied with when you catch the small smirk that grows at the corner of his lips when he turns the door knob and brings you inside. He pulls you into a deep, rough kiss, one that doesn't even allow you to breathe and process what the fuck is even going on. You can't get into it for the life of you, no matter how hard you try to back away. "Wait, wait."

"What's wrong, baby? Isn't this what you wanted?" He says, kissing down your neck as he drops his jacket to the floor. He gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands traveling up your skirt as you lay there trying to push him off.

"Wait, stop." He doesn't listen. He continues until his hands are literally hooking onto your panties, his finger swiping down your clothed folds. You try fighting him off, but he's way stronger than you. He continues to be aggressive, forcefully trying to shove your panties down until you muster up all the energy you have to finally push him off of you completely. "Stop!"

"What the fuck? I thought you wanted this?"

"Who the hell said that?"

"Are you serious? The way that you're dressed and the way that you look at me. The way you approached me at your friend's party - isn't it all because of this? Because you wanted me? Why are you backing out now?"

"Jesus, get over yourself." You stand, fixing your skirt back down. He furrows his brows at you before his hand grips your arm tightly, shoving you against the wall.

"The fuck, you can't just leave without giving me anything. I brought you here to this party."

"Let me go! You're fucking sick. No one even told you I wanted this to go down. I don't know who you think you are, but you need to get yourself together and stop assuming every pussy is yours to take." He attempts to pin you, his hand holding up both of your hands against the wall while the other tries to pull up your skirt. Someone accidentally opens the door, distracting him and giving you leverage to shove him off and get the fuck away. You dart down the steps, fixing your skirt as you head outside and away from the house.

Fuck, you're far from campus. And Kass and Jimin aren't around.

God.

You groan and run your hand through your hair as you continue to walk down the hill and into the neighborhood to get as far away as possible from that house and that gross ass dude. He was literally just like the rest of the basketball team. You've heard stories and they weren't nice. Looks like he was trained well already, and that shit was sad. What a waste. A beautiful human being with such a nasty, sick mindset. You hoped other girls hadn't fallen for his shit.

Ugh, it sends shivers down your spine. Bad shivers.

"Hello? Y/N?"

"Kook, can you come pick me up please?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Where are you?"

"I'll drop my location. Please hurry." You say, looking back to make sure your coast was clear. You drop the pin into your text thread with Jungkook and sit on the curb until his arrival. It's getting pretty chilly out, and the denim jacket you're wearing fails to provide you with the warmth you're looking for. Sooner or later, Jungkook is pulling up, damn near hopping out before he can shift the gear into park.

"You okay? What happened?" He says, opening the door for you before rushing over to the driver's seat.

"Nothing, can we just go back to your place?" He nods silently, and doesn't press any further after hearing your tone. He watches from his peripherals how you fiddle with your fingers and constantly reach to pull your skirt down even though he doesn't think there's any other way you could pull it down even more. He watches as he parks the car on the curb in front of his apartment how you simply undo your seatbelt and hop out to walk straight into his apartment. He watches as you welcome yourself into his closet and pick out some clothes for you to change in.

You were hurt, and his blood boils thinking about who could've done this and what they could have possibly done.

I mean, no. He knows who did this, but the question was what exactly did he try?

He hears the shower turn on, then quickly get turned off after a good 5 minutes. You had stepped in for a quick body shower, using Jungkook's bodywash just to rid yourself of feeling gross. Feeling gross from being shoulder to shoulder all night long, people breathing down your neck. Kang touching you inappropriately. You slip into Jungkook's clothes, his scent wrapping around you entirely. When you head back into the room, Jungkook has his headset back on as he faces his computer, logging back onto his game of League of Legends. You silently toss your dirty clothes to the side of his room, making a mental note to grab it tomorrow morning and toss it straight into the laundry.

Straight into a fire, perhaps. But you loved those clothes so much, it was unfortunate it'd have such a horrible memory to go with it.

Jungkook slowly removes his headset again and removes himself from his game before he heads over and sits on the edge of his bed. You simply look at him, pursing your lips tightly together to prevent yourself from crying.

But he can tell.

"What happened Y/N?" The question triggers you, making you cry into your hands as he sits there, dumbfounded and worried at how he can fix this and make you feel better. "Look, you don't have to tell me all the details but please tell me how I can help. At least tell me if I need to beat Kang's ass." He says, pulling you into his arms.

"He tried to fucking take advantage of me." You mumble as you remove your face from your hands.

"He did what?" He manages to ask even though he has a hard time swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He already assumed you had placed him in the same category as Kang even though he never intended to take advantage of you. He really took that night as something special [even drunk], and he never meant to make you feel like you were a used object. Not like Kang.

"He-he," You sniffed. "He tried to force me into having sex with him. He took me upstairs at that lacrosse guy's party or whoever the hell it even was, and he started to aggressively kiss me. And then he tried to force my panties down and touch me there, and—"

"Okay, please don't go on or else I'll literally go over there and tear his ass apart right now. I promise you." He says sternly, his jaw clenching tightly. "God, fuck. I'm so sorry Y/N. I can't apologize on his behalf but fuck, you didn't deserve that." He uses his sweater to wipe your tears.

"I don't even know why I'm crying, this shit isn't even worth it." You groaned. "It's just overwhelming to process, I guess."

"That's okay." He says, letting out a sigh as he brushes his hand through your hair and continues to wipe the stragglers falling from your eyes. "Anything I can get you right now?"

"No, I'm probably just gonna go to bed." He nods. "Thank you for picking me up."

"Of course. You know I'll always be there." He says. You slip yourself into his sheets, watching as he makes his way back to his desk. But fuck, the only thing you needed right now was him. You didn't want this distance anymore, and you just wanted to be comforted in true Jungkook fashion.

"Wait."

"Hm?" He hums as he has a hand placed on the  head of his chair while he turns to you.

"Can you just lay with me?"

"Yeah." He says, shutting off his computer before making his way over to you in the dark. You feel him slip in next to you, his arm snaking around your shoulders so he can pull you close and onto his chest. "Better?"

"Yeah." You say, shutting your eyes as you listen to his heart beat.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"I never meant to take advantage of you, or make you feel like I used you that one night." Silence. "It was dumb of me, but I just— I had trouble coming to terms with my feelings. I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same way, but I thought fuck it, at least you would know, right?"

"What are you talking about, Kook?" You ask, close to a whisper.

"I'm saying that I really fucking like you, Y/N. No, that's not right." He curses himself. "I-I uh, I'm in love with you. And I don't know if I messed this up already with the way I acted, god I hope not, but you at least deserve to know that I truly do value you and that you mean alot to me. That night, even though we were pretty plastered, it meant a lot to me. It was more than just sex and I'm sure you felt that too." He waits for your response as his fingers rake through your hair. "Please say something, anything."

"I feel the same way, Jungkook. You're an idiot for running off, but I couldn't even stay mad at you. You just know how to hit my soft spots and I can never say no to it. Can never turn my back on it." He presses a kiss against the top of your head.

"Fuck, I'm really glad to hear that cause I don't know what I would have done besides cry if you rejected me." You playfully hit his chest.

"You're annoying." You jokingly say as you chuckle.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I never wanted to hurt you."

"It's okay." You look up to press your lips against his before laying back down.

"And Kang better be fucking glad you're pressed against my body right now because I'm still looking to beat his ass."

"He's not even worth it." Is the last thing you say before you find yourself drifting into a deep sleep, in the comfort of Jungkook's arms.

"You two feeling okay? Nervous?" You and Jungkook shake your heads. "Good, you guys got this. You've been looking amazing during practice, the audience will love you two, no doubt. Just remember to show emotions through expressions and hit every beat sharply." Hoseok nods in unison with the both of you.

"Got it, thanks Hobi." You smile at him toothlessly. You and Jungkook patiently waited for your turn backstage, the talent show already off to a wild and fun start. So many students came by to showcase their talents - from beatboxing, open mic, freestyling [like Yoongi did], dancing, singing, you name it. It was always a fun time at the talent show, and it was always nice to see people getting love for the shit they loved to do.

"You're up next." Hoseok says. "I'll be in the front row. Kick ass and have fun!" He says as he rushes off towards the opposite end to head back out to his seat in the theater.

"Ready?" Jungkook holds out his hand for you to take.

"I think so." You playfully respond as the backstage crew is rushing out the previous talent and rushing you two in to take your places on stage. The lights pick up as soon as the music starts, Kang's big ass head already in full view for you. He's definitely not smiling, no, he has a look of pure disgust because he simply couldn't get what he wanted from you.

And boy, who's fault was that? Not yours, no sir. It was his fault for thinking he had it like that.

But anyways, you're feeling the music, you're feeling the piece because you're dancing with your bestfriend and there wasn't this grey area anymore. It was easier to get into the motions, to get into the feeling, especially when things felt right between the two of you.

And God, what else is more attractive than Jeon Jungkook hitting his 8 counts so smoothly, with just enough umph to make it pop but make it pop cleanly.

Yo, please. I beg. Send some help. You could literally melt on stage.

The moments where Jungkook has to be close to you, where he has to touch you - you let him, and you touch him with meaning. You don't stray away this time because you have no reason to. The crowd is cheering, lots of 'ou's' and 'aw's' erupting from various places in the theater.

"Pretty lady." Jungkook whispers in your ear as the move requires his hands to be placed on your hips for a quick moment. You hear him slightly singing along to the song as he parts from you, causing you to blush.

Sooner or later, the couple piece is over and the song is transitioning to Jimin's piece, you and Jungkook rushing off the stage so the next group can take their positions. Jimin wanted to test his limits, creating a piece a little different than his usual taste - Chris Brown's Came to Do begins blaring through the theater speakers. You immediately jump into Jungkook's arms once you both reach backstage, the both of you immensely happy and pumped that you got through the piece without messing up one step or beat. It went so smoothly that Hoseok was standing in the front row, clapping and cheering in typical Hoseok fashion. You intertwine your fingers with his, slipping through the side door to catch Jimin's piece on stage. You and Jungkook are cheering them on, always impressed by the shit your friends can come up with. You both loved dancing, but you couldn't even imagine coming up with your own pieces to teach people.

That night after the show, everyone heads to a nearby restaurant for dinner with everyone. You all take up almost an entire section of the restaurant, splitting two long tables to accommodate the entire group with doubled the waitresses to take your orders. You settle for water, splitting an abnormally huge and filled deep dish pizza with Jimin, Kass and Jungkook. It was a good day, a good night, everyone at the table happily eating and chatting it up over dinner. You turn down any drinks because to be honest, drinks lowkey make you queasy just from the thought of how much you drank at Jungkook's apartment, plus the added bonus of that party Kang took you to. Jungkook declines as well, knowing he has to drive you back safely.

Jimin and Kass head back to the apartment because Yoongi says he's gonna hang out with Joon And Hoseok for a bit, and they warn you and Jungkook that things may get loud so the both of you decide to really stick to the plan of bringing you back to the dorm. Jungkook does his usual routine of dropping you off first before finding parking around campus. You hop in the shower and come out in Jungkook's oversized crewneck that he left in your closet, forgoing the shorts because you certainly thing that at this point, he'd love to see you in his sweater and panties.

And he does. He smiles as he pulls you close, his hands traveling up your sweater, only to find out that you literally don't have shit on besides some cute little boyshorts. He feels himself hardening in his pants quick because he's incredibly attracted to you and everything about you, always has been, always will be.

"You did amazing tonight." He says, gently kissing your forehead.

"You did too, partner." He gives you a slightly shocked look.

"Is that all I am to you? Your dance partner?"

"Yeah, why? Were you expecting more?" You joke as you smile up at him.

"Yeah, I was."

"Oh?" He gently swoops you up into his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he sits you on the bed, his hands resting on your thighs while you continued to hold him around the neck. "Care to tell me what you were expecting?"

"Well, you know, my best friend—" He presses a kiss against your lips, thumbs gently rubbing circles against your hips. "My girlfriend."

"Hm, say that again?" Your fingers are gently playing with the ends of his hair, your lips barely grazing his.

"My girlfriend." He says closed to a whisper, kissing you softly. The kiss deepens quick, Jungkook's tongue lining your bottom lip as his way of asking for permission to take it further. You gladly take it and let him in, your tongues instantly fighting for dominance. Your fingers travel up his hair, tugging ever so slightly just to let him know you want more. That you need more.

And he gets that.

His fingers hook onto the band of your boyshorts, tugging them down and letting them fall down your legs and onto the floor. He breaks the kiss momentarily, his brown, puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours.

"Hey." He says, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Hm?"

"I know I said the last time was special, and it was. It is." He corrects himself. "But, I wanna do right by you this time around. So, is it okay if I keep going? Are you comfortable?" He asks properly, since the two of you are both sober and perfectly coherent, aware of your surroundings and the fact that you'll be seeing each other fully naked in a few minutes.

"Yes." You respond. "Yes, I want you to keep going. I want you. This." He simply nods, bringing his lips back onto yours. His hands climb up your sweater and gently gives your breasts a good squeeze, earning a small moan from the both of you. His other hand begins to travel down to your pussy, two long fingers slowly probing your entrance and causing your breathing to hitch.

"You okay?" He asks lowly. You nod, biting onto your bottom lip as you tilt your head back and rest on your hands, no longer able to keep up with the kiss due to all the pleasure starting to pile up deep in your core. Jungkook starts of slow, his head now buried into the crook of your neck as he works his digits upward, tickling at the right spot.

"Ohhhh, Kook." You mewl as his tongue swipes across the surface of your neck, biting gently beneath your jaw. He begins to pick up the pace, the sounds of him finger fucking you filling up the room entirely.

"Fuck, you're so wet baby." He groans into your neck.

"I'm gonna cum." You whine, teeth almost piercing through your bottom lip in between your whimpers.

"Need to taste you." He removes his fingers and sinks down in between your thighs, gripping onto them and pulling you just a teensy bit more off the edge of the bed so he can get a good angle. The sight of his eyes looking up at you in between your legs is to die for, and the sight alone is enough to make you cum. But, you hold on, you ride out for a little longer - feeling Jungkook's tongue swipe in and out of your folds before he's sucking endlessly on your clit.

"Ahhh, fuck, wait, Jungkook!" He slightly smiles while eating you out, signaling that he's not stopping even if you beg him to. "Hnnng—shit!" You moan loudly as you feel yourself toppling over the edge, your body shaking in Jungkook's grip. You twitch every time he continues to suck gently on your sensitive nub, letting you ride out the rest of your high. He comes back up to your lips, the taste of your own cum lingering on it as you kiss him deeply.

"You taste so good." He says, back to twirling your nipples in between his fingers.

"Wanna feel you." You fiddle with his jeans, undoing his belt and sliding the rest down as much as you could. Jungkook gets out of his shirt and tosses it aside before helping get the sweater above your head. His eyes glow at the sight of your bare body in front of him, wanting to do nothing but please you and please you well.

"God, you're so perfect." He places kisses down your collarbone, to the surface of your breasts before quickly swirling his tongue around your perked buds. You moan as you tug down onto his boxer briefs, immediately stroking his hardened member while he tended to you. Jungkook was a fucking beauty himself - his soft hair, his perfectly toned body, his long 'thick in all the right places' dick.

"Please." You plead. "I want you inside of me." You whimper, causing Jungkook's breathing to hitch when you slightly tighten your grip at the base of his shaft. He gently pushes your hand aside to take over, lining himself up at your entrance. He inserts the tip, watching your eyes roll to the back of the head as he slowly sinks into you.

"Mmmmmgod." He moans. "So tight for me, baby. So fucking wet and tight." He repeats, close to a growl. Your moaning begins to pick up, matching the pace of his thrusting. You're still on the edge of the bed, Jungkook keeping you steady by gripping your thighs tightly. He marvels at the sight of your titties bouncing up and down with every thrust, hissing and shutting his eyes momentarily to keep himself grounded and to prevent himself from coming too quickly. Cause god, he can literally blow any second now.

"Jungggggkooook, yessssss!" You moan loudly, whining even at this point with how good he feels fucking into you at such a fast pace. You're feeling slightly sore already from him hammering into you, but nonetheless, it builds more pleasure for you and you want nothing but to reach your high again. "I-I'm coming!" Jungkook moans in unison with you when he feels your walls pulsating against his cock.

"Such a good girl for me." He says, slowing his pace. The creamy sounds of Jungkook's cock slipping inside and out is music to the both of your ears. He finally gains the courage to remove himself, sitting next to your spot on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap. You swing a leg over, your hands resting on the nape of his neck while you sink yourself lower onto his length. Your mouth opens to let out a moan, but the best you can do is let out a hiss. It feels too fucking good that you can't even process it thoroughly. Jungkook pushes your lips down onto his by grabbing your neck, his other hand guiding the movement of your hips as you roll into him.

"Mmmggg—Jungkook." You whimper in between kisses. "You feel so fucking good, god. You're gonna make me cum again."

"Yeah, cum for me. Cum all over me. It's yours." He grunts, his hands guiding you to work him faster. Your movements are getting sloppier, and you feel your wetness starting to coat his pelvis. He doesn't give a fuck though, and neither do you. This shit feels too good for you to worry about the mess you're making on him.

"Cum with me please." He moans at the sound of you whispering into his ear.

"Faster, baby." He says, almost making you cry at how awfully close you are to unraveling. You tug onto his hair, your head buried deep into his neck as you try and suck onto the surface, trying to find an outlet, some kind of release, until you let go. You suck harshly as you coat his cock with your cum, leaving a purple mark right at the base of his neck. You continue to ride out your high, rolling your hips sloppily as Jungkook finally lets himself go, his moan bouncing off of your walls as his seed fills you up warmly.

You stay in your position, slowly raising your head to cup his cheeks and kiss him deeply once more.

"Fuck, I love you." He says slightly pulling away.

"I love you too." You giggle.

"Didn't actually need any drinks to do this now, did we?" Jungkook jokes, softly pinching your hip.

"Shut up."

"Damn, you both couldn't even at least try to be quiet?!" Jimin yells from outside the door.

[iwadori]

Hiiii!!!! can you do like when you guys are supposed to meet up and they waited for about an hour or so and kept texting you you but you haven't replied so they thought you ditched them and got mad at you and stuff then they decided to go home and while on their way home not too far from their school they found you unconscious body with a large wound on you back and your head bleeding?.

can you pleaseease do tsukishima, yamaguchi, ushijima, bokuto (I'm sorry if that's a lot)

Haikyu Boys when you get hurt Pt 2 (Ushijima,Bokuto

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 2.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

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Ushijima

You were having the worst week this week,  from battling a cold and your boss making you do all sorts of extra jobs (that were definitely not under your job description.) As easter was swiftly approaching you and Ushijima had your annual plans of going to the local kids community center and helping them with an easter egg hunt. But you don’t think you can manage it this year.

Ushijima gets home from practice with 4 bags just filled with easter eggs ranging from all different sizes, “woah there Toshi, you’ve got enough there too feed all of england” you laugh  

“I don’t think these eggs will be able to sustain England Y/N” he says seriously making you laugh even harder. As you were laughing, you felt another migraine come along making your cringe in pain. “Toshi, I don’t think I can do the easter egg hunt this year?”  

He sits down next to you alarmed that something is wrong, “why what happened Y/N” he asks

“I’ve been feeling terrible all week, and I even have a migraine right now” you say to him thinking he would understand.

“That’s it?” he questions thinking what you said was a joke “I think you can handle a migraine, remember we’re doing this for the kids”

His words were making you feel slightly guilty since maybe you were being over dramatic. “Y/N if it’s really ‘that bad’, i’ll make you some tea so you can feel better,” he says going into the kitchen to start on your tea. You murmur a quiet “thank you” and you end up falling asleep, hoping that by the time you wake up your head stops pounding.

As you wake up, you realise you slept all the way through the night and over to the next day as when you look at your clock it says 12:32 pm. You look at your nightstand and saw that Ushijima wrote you a note saying:  

Y/N I've left out early to set out the easter egg hunt, I’ve made you breakfast so eat up and get prepared for the event which starts at 4pm. Please don’t forget.

Sincerely – Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You chuckle at the fondness of the note, before realising your pain. Your brain felt like it was having a live concert inside that definitely was not going to end soon but you still got up prepared for the day. You didn’t want to let Ushijima or the kids down.  

When you go to the kitchen , you see the cute breakfast that Ushijima made you consisting of all of your favourite foods and with another simple note of him saying ‘ I love you. ‘ Ushijima has always been a lovely boyfriend, treating you like the queen you are always making sure that you were okay. Of course, his bluntness and his lack of social cues was something to get used to but when you did get accustomed to it, it only made you fall in love with him more.

You got ready, feeling even more sick as the piping hot shower that you usual have, did not help as when you were showering you felt heavily faint. However, you persevered since you did not want to let Ushijima down.

You finally were prepared to leave the house, with the community center being on 15 minutes walk away you were leaving out at 3:50pm since you were planning to take your car anyways. When you leave your home, you realise that you forgot your car keys so you dash up the stairs (a bit too quickly) to go and find them. Scrambling through your draws, your head is pounding harder and harder and the more it pounds the quicker your moving making you even more faint. You eventually find your keys and you’re ready to zoom to the community center but your body gave out and you pass out tumbling down the stairs landing at your front door.

Ushijima was waiting outside of the community center waiting for you to arrive it was 4:05pm and he was wondering where you were (knowing that your place was only a 10 minute drive away) he sent you a few texts asking where you were but when you don’t respond Ushijima becomes slightly annoyed, plastering a fake smile on his face and entering the community center, starting the easter egg hunt.

The easter egg hunt came to a close at 8pm and Ushijima assumed that you would’ve showed up some time in the middle of the event, but you obviously didn’t show. After making sure that all the kids left safely Ushijima decided to call and text you more and when you continuously don’t respond and your calls go to voicemail he says ‘Y/N, im really disappointed with you right now. How could you do this to me? You said you would show up, the kids were really upset, how could you be so selfish?’

He walks to your house knocking on the door, but when you don’t immediately answer he knew something must be up now, since you haven’t responded to any of his texts and calls and didn’t show up he figured there was something deeper then you just ditching the event.

He used his key to open the door, surprised when the door hit something. He tried again hitting the ‘object’ that was laying at the door again. He carefully pushes the door to make enough room for him to fit through the gap. When he entered, he was startled at the sight of you, there you lay completely knocked out with a blood stain next to your head. He knelt down next to you and touched your cheek you were extremely cold, he had to get you to a hospital stat. He called an ambulance, panicked. Worrying about how long you’ve been out for since it would have to be atleast more than 4 hours he assumed.

You woke up in a foreign room, with your head slightly stinging. You place your hand on the back of your head and wince, then you remember you need to be at the easter egg hunt so you bolt up ready to move.  

“I don’t think that’s wise for you to do that Y/N” Ushijima says to you  

“Toshi, what happened?” you ask still in pain

“It seems you fell down the stairs and hit your head” after he said that all your memories come flooding back, and you remember rushing to the community centre, looking for your keys, and then falling down the stairs and everything going black.

“I’m sorry Ushi for missing the easter egg hunt, I really tried to get there,” you say with an apologetic look on your face  

“It’s fine Y/N of course you wouldn’t of been able to get there after falling down the stairs” he says “Also, this is proof of why you shouldn’t run down the stairs”

You eventually get discharged with the doctor telling you all you need to do is rest and stay off your feet. Ushijima took the doctor's orders very seriously, becoming your loyal servant and waiting on you hand and foot, tending to your every need. He did also make you were eating healthy and taking all your medicine so you could have the best recovery possible.  

Also, after realising that this could’ve all been avoided if Ushijima didn’t guilt trip you in the first place for having a migraine, he made sure to never ignore or dismiss when you say you are ill or have anything wrong with you even if it’s a migraine, a lost limb or a simple paper cut.

Bokuto  

The Olympics were coming up and Bokuto couldn’t be any more excited than he already was. Everything he’s talked about for the past month he manages to find a way to relate to the Olympics, and as annoying as it got sometimes you were just as excited for it as much as Bokuto was.  

Bokuto was heavily busy with extra practices so you were bored and lonely, since your boyfriend was at practice all the time so you chose to take up a new hobby. You decided to paint, although you weren’t an award-winning painter you still found joy in it. Being Bokuto’s girlfriend you had some slight unwanted attention on you: the usual fans of Bokuto that just followed you to have an extra aspect of him in their life's, or his fangirls that adored him.  

You didn’t mind the fangirls for the most part since majority of them were pretty tamed and did fawn over your relationship. However, there was the minority of fans that did make it known to you that they DID NOT like you at all. When you started posting your paintings, it seems their hate for you amplified since they always found the need to leave an astray of mean comments on your post. But that didn’t mainly bother you since you thought that they only had that energy behind the screen.

The days went by getting closer to the Olympics, with Bokuto always asking you every day “Y/N you are coming to my games, right?” to which you always replied “Of course Kou, I’m coming” which always made him smile.

When the Olympics came, you’ve went to all the games cheering Bokuto and the team on as they were winning round after round. Whilst this was going on, the group of girls that were sending you horrible messages and making mean posts about you weren’t stopping. At first, you didn’t care for them but it seems their posts only gotten worse making comments about your artwork, your face, your body type ect.  

You didn’t want to tell Bokuto as you felt that it would ruin his Olympic momentum and you thought you could handle it all on your own.  

It was nearing to the final game of the Olympics, and Bokuto was ecstatic he made sure that you promised you’d be there claiming that you was his ‘good luck’ charm.’ You were excited to go too, the feeling of watching Bokuto play was exhilarating seeing him fully in his element was great for you to see.

On the last game day, Boktuo was already at the stadium since him and the team had to be there earlier to practice and you planned to meet him there just before the game started at 4:30. You went to a florist before the match getting Bokuto the biggest boquet that you could buy.  

On your way to the stadium you here somebody whistle from behind you, you turn around and see a group of girls waiting behind you smirking. “Hi?” you say more like a question then a statement “do you want something from me?”

Some of them laugh, but the one standing at the front who you mentally lable the ‘main one’ steps closer to you and says “We want you to stay away from Bokuto” you realise that these were the girls sending you hate online for these past weeks.

Before you can even blink, the girls jump you, hitting, kicking and clawing at you. You are in pain, screaming and crying for them to stop and leave you alone. You lay there, letting them beat you up thinking that you’ll probably end up dead out of this. All you can think about is Bokuto, you didn’t get to wish him good luck, or give him your flowers (that you spent a fortune on) or even tell him that you loved him one last time.

You think the girls eventually stopped but you couldn’t tell because your body was throbbing and you hurt all over. You tried to get up still wanting to go to the match but you collapse going out cold.

Bokuto was scanning the crowd over and over for you, hoping to spot you there. But he couldn’t, he was wondering where you were getting sadder and sadder by the second since he really believed you were his good luck charm and he probably wouldn’t be able to win without at least seeing your face once.

They didn’t win. Bokuto knew he wasn’t playing at his best, since all his mind was on was thinking about where you were. You’ve never missed one of his games, so he was incredibly worried. After he accepted his second-place medal, he rushed out the stadium to go to your house but he was stopped by some fangirls ‘I guess signing autographs is the least I can do’ he thinks, the fans were being a bit odd today but he didn’t have time to focus on that as his mind was racing thinking about you and your whereabouts.  

One of his fans did give him an alarmingly big boquet of roses which he appreciated ‘these must of cost a fortune’ he thinks. Although it was a probably a long shot, he decided to ask the fan if he saw someone who looked like *whatever you look like* to maybe see if someone else saw you. Which the fan replied “yeah I saw them with some guy at this restaurant whilst we were going to see you!” they exclaimed.

‘A guy’ he thought ‘that most likely wasn’t you.’ Seeing Bokuto’s confusion, the fan followed up with “I'm pretty sure it was her I mean we all know who Bokuto Koutaro’s girlfriend was.” Bokuto didn’t reply just walking away making sure to thank them for the flowers.  

He was rushing towards your house on foot (since all the taxi’s and ubers were fully booked because of the Olympics) whilst running he stumbles across your passed out body all black and bruised with scratch marks and bleeding all over you. “what happened” he whispered, knowing you obviously weren’t going to respond.  

He picked up your near-dead body, and cradled you in his arms taking you back to the stadium (since he knew that getting an ambulance to come here or running to the hospital would basically be impossible.) When he got back to the stadium, he did get odd looks from strangers but he didn’t care, his only agenda was making sure you were okay.

You woke up, and saw Bokuto pacing the room repeatedly you tried to get his attention by saying his name but your throat was damaged. He eventually notices you and runs to your side, stroking your face softly and giving you a gentle hug making sure not to hurt you.  

“Who did this Y/N?” he asks with worry in his eyes  

You ignore his question and look at the silver medal wrapped around his neck making you sad “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the match, I tried I really did try” you said with your voice sounding even worse after you said every word.  

“Don’t be silly, I’m just glad that you’re okay babe, I was really worried about you.” he said

The Medic came in and said that you had multiple broken ribs, but beside that you were fine you just needed to rest your throat and let your bruises heal. You eventually told Bokuto that it was some of his fans, he was upset that you hid this from him for so long but he was just glad that he got to you as soon as he did. He managed to play at the next Olympics and you were there fully present, with your even bigger boquet of flowers watching win gold.

Authors Note: I tried to make it as close to your request as possible, but I hope you enjoy as I really do think this is my favourite work so far.... :3 Comments and feedback appreciated.

[jungkxook]

—stay. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: popstar!jungkook x groupie!reader + smut / sprinkle of angst and fluff

⟶ words: 8,083

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: jungkook wasn’t always so madly in love with you but the fact that you’re sleeping with two of his band mates too makes things a tad bit complicated.

⟶ warnings: multiple smut scenes, slight dom themes, oral sex, finger sucking oops, boob fondling, hair pulling ft. jungkook’s undercut, doggy style, missionary, thigh riding, spitting, jealous kook!!, unprotected sex, kind of slight possessive themes? but also just general sweetness tbh 

⟶ disclaimer: my time jungkook still has me in my feels! also, this is a repost of an old fic on an old blog.

“Stay with me?”

Jungkook asks this hopefully, of course, but he already knows the answer. It’s just that, lying there with you on the hotel room bed, there’s no other place he’d rather be ━ and there’s no one else he’d rather experience the moment with than you. Legs tangled together on top of the duvet with your fingers tracing circles onto his bare chest, Jungkook swears he’s in love with you ━ only, you’re not his to have. 

“I have to go,” You pout, though your fingers continue drawing constellations on his skin, treading down his arm and over the tattoos that adorn him. You’re focusing now on the lily on his forearm, around and around, sending his head spiralling. “Promised my friends we could hang out today. Besides, don’t you have Mina or Nina━” You wave your hand in the air to dismiss the thought━ “coming over soon?”

“Who?” It takes him a moment to even remember who you’re talking about. Truthfully, he hasn’t seen that girl in well over six months but he’d never tell you that. In fact, he hasn’t been seeing anyone else other than you but he would definitely never tell you that. “Oh, yeah. Well, I think she’s coming over later tonight.”

“Well━” You trail off, and Jungkook knows it’s because you’re stalling. You want to stay, and he knows it well enough, but every question you ask him is just meant to further reassure you that it’s okay if you stay. That he wants you to. “Aren’t you busy with work today before the second show?”

Jungkook shrugs. “We still have lots of time before the day starts.”

You shake your head at him but he knows he ultimately wins out when you start to smile to yourself. You prop yourself up beside him and he has to admire momentarily how you’ve never been timid in front of him when you’re naked. His hand reaches out to brush his fingers against your cheek and you smile down at him. But then something seems to dawn on him that he can’t believe he foolishly hadn’t thought of first. 

“Unless… Unless you need to see one of them soon.”

“Who?”

“Taehyung or Namjoon.” It takes all he can muster to say their names without a trace of bitterness. He lifts himself up on his elbow. “Are you still seeing them?”

You shrug innocently. Sitting up a little straighter, you brush his hand away and fidget with your hair. “Would it matter if I was?”

Yes, he wants to scream but he refrains. “No. I just━” he stops. “Just curious. Is that what you meant by work then? You have to go see Tae or something right after me? ”

“No, you prick.” He’s relieved you giggle at him, fingers poking at his chest despite the fact that he was mentally cursing himself for being a dick the minute the words left his mouth. “Believe it or not, I do have a life outside of sex. Friends, too.”

“I know, I know,” he says sheepishly. “Sorry, I━ I know. You said you wanted to go shopping downtown before the show tonight, right? One of your friends ━ Dahyun ━ goes to school in the next city over and she’s taking the day off to see you. I do listen when you talk, y’know?”

He doesn’t miss the warm smile that spreads across your face. You finally return to him, kissing him slow and steadily. In the meantime, he flips you over onto your back and then parts from you much to your dismay. He’s nestled himself between your legs in an instant, kissing up your thigh and sending shivers down your spin. Your hand flies down to twine your fingers in his hair, now much longer than usual.

“I guess I could stay a little longer, if you’d want me to,” You say. 

“I do.”

He wastes no time in swiping his tongue at your folds, his mouth wrapping perfectly around you. You’re already mewling with delight. That’s all it ever is with the two of you. Sex and more sex. And while Jungkook isn’t complaining, he sure does wish he could just have more of you. Jungkook burrows a little deeper, his nose rubbing against your clit as he eats you out. 

“Morning sex does sound nice,” You manage to say, breath shaking.

“Yeah,” he rasps against you. “It does, doesn’t it?”

Your thighs are already threatening to squeeze shut around his head, fingers tightening in their hold. His own hands find purchase on your waist, stretching outward to hold on to you, and nothing can break you both apart. Not even the muffled sound of rapid knocking on the front door of the too grand hotel room. At least, not the first two times. On the third time when it’s followed by the sound of Jungkook’s manager irritably calling out through the flimsy wood panel, does Jungkook groan into your cunt and poke his head upward, craning his neck to look over his shoulder as his manager’s voice carries infuriatingly loudly to you both once again. 

“Get up already, will you? We’ve got several business meetings to conduct today and we haven’t got time for you to sleep off a hangover or whatever it is you’re doing━”

“Gimme ‘til noon!” Jungkook asserts gruffly. He settles himself back between your thighs, and you surely don’t miss the devious way he smirks just before burrowing his head into your heat. There’s an inaudible sound that he makes, that you and certainly his manager can distinguish as being, “I’m too busy right now.”

Busy is an understatement, pointedly made clear when his tongue delves into you, lapping at your leaking wetness as if he were terribly quenched and only you could save him. You don’t think Jungkook taking his morning to eat you out is a good enough excuse that will run over well with his manager later in the day, but it drives him away for now with only a grumbled chorus of words left in his wake. But the silence only lasts for so long. Just as Jungkook is getting comfortable once more, you speak up.

“I don’t think tardiness is a very good quality to have as a celebrity,” You ponder aloud through a heavily pleased sigh.

“Ah, or it’s exactly the thing I need,” he counters with a shit-eating grin. “Being late is a very celebrity thing, isn’t it?”

“When the fame gets to their head,” You snort. Your voice splinters off into a whimper as he tilts his chin up a little higher, lapping deeper into you.

“Then I guess I’m bad.” His voice murmurs against you, rattling you to the bone.

“You’re definitely far from bad. Everyone thinks you’re an angel.”

“Wonder if they’d think the same thing if they saw me now━” He pinches lightly at the inside of your thigh, “head between your legs, and you coming on my tongue.”

You roll your eyes, but your wittiness falls short when he tugs with his teeth at your folds. Your back arches off the bed at once, hips pressing harder against his face.

“Namjoon called last night,” You say. No, you don’t say it. You moan it and even though Jungkook knows it’s because of him and how he’s making you feel in that moment, he still hates hearing someone else’s name roll off the tip of your tongue that isn’t his. “If you must know. Said he wanted to see me in the morning━”

Jungkook grimaces. He grunts shortly, “Guess you’re gonna have to let him down.”

“I’m sure Joon will love that━”

“Don’t,” he hisses. He bites down a little harshly on the inside of your thigh but you don’t mind. When he glances up to look at you, his stare is dark and hooded. “Don’t say their names. Not now. Please.”

You almost miss the desperation in his voice, the way he almost whines his words. You don’t ask, even though you’re curious. You don’t ask, even when he eats you out that morning until he’s made sure you’re crying his name and nothing else. You don’t ask, even when fucks you slow and deep and measured and almost, dare you say, loving like he never has before, clinging onto you as if he can’t live without you. You don’t ask, even when he may get a little rough (just how you like it), as if he’s afraid you’ll leave him right then and there. You don’t even ask when he sucks not one but two hickeys on your neck, large enough for anyone to see. For Taehyung and Namjoon to see.

You never really do ask, even though you notice things have become different.

It’s not as if you haven’t always been close to one another. There are more times than not in which you both physically can’t keep your hands off of one another in public, though in the safest and simplest ways possible. It’s there, in the way you sit next to him with your legs crossed regally on the couch in the green room backstage before a set, playing with the rings on his fingers on the hand resting on your shoulder; there, in the way you sit draped across his lap, leaning into his chest, in the studio as they blur through recordings. When you give advice on composing or lyric writing, Jungkook listens. When you giggle into his ear and whisper lewd things when you probably shouldn’t in the middle of a party with important business men and other celebrities, Jungkook is captivated. 

It wasn’t always supposed to be like this. Jungkook wasn’t always so madly in love with you, but he always knew there was something about you he just could not get enough of. You had chosen him first, approaching him late one night at a bar, and he was instantly head-over-heels. Even if it was mutually agreed upon ━ and oftentimes never really outwardly mentioned ━ that you could sleep around with him, Namjoon, and Taehyung, then Jungkook would have to deal with it. He would do anything, if it meant getting to see you more. At first he didn’t even mind. What was one more groupie to the ever growing list he had already accumulated? He’s never gotten feelings for any of them, so surely he thought he would be okay with you; that maybe whatever he was feeling for you would go away. 

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

After he asks you the question the first time, he finds himself stuck in a greedy months-long habit of asking you wistfully every time he finds you in his bed. He asks it a thousand and one times, but only ever gets one response from you. You’ll say no, that you have to leave, and sometimes you will. But sometimes ━ sometimes when he knows he wins out because he knows you let your guard down long enough to become besotted by him, a tangible mess with his every touch ━ you’ll linger just a little longer and the notion alone is enough to instill a sense of hope in Jungkook even if he knows it’s wrong. 

And maybe you shouldn’t play along. Then again, he takes all your time and you devote what little you have left afterward to him anyway, pretending that you’re still seeing Taehyung and Namjoon when you’re certainly not.

Sometimes Jungkook catches you when he doesn’t mean to, or isn’t expecting to, and it’s all different moments that physically pain him. Sometimes those moments come from paying one of the guys a visit and stumbling upon you there, too. 

After having not seen you for the whole day, and just before the concert begins, Jungkook is called over to Namjoon’s room within the hotel to discuss some last minute changes to the show (which Jungkook’s positive he would have heard about if he hadn’t ignored his manager early in the morning). Only Namjoon doesn’t answer the door when Jungkook arrives. There’s a crescendo of giggling on the other side of the threshold and then it’s you, and you’re standing there wearing nothing but a baggy shirt of Namjoon’s that barely covers your bum (and shorts too, he thinks, but Jungkook’s much too focused now on you in Namjoon’s shirt). Namjoon’s standing a bit further back, leaning against the wall of the hallway without a shirt on and he’s grinning at something that’s just happened. 

“Took you long enough,” Namjoon calls out. “Come in, we’ll get started. I’ll just be right back━ Just hopped out of the shower━” And then he disappears into another room, most likely to find another shirt that isn’t taken by you.

“Jungkook!” You greet him so cheerfully, as if the sight of you half naked in another man’s home isn’t eating away at Jungkook. You pull him into a hug that’s so tight he can smell your familiar perfume and probably Namjoon’s lingering scent if he focuses hard enough. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Jungkook says. He doesn’t mean for his voice to sound so standoffish. He hopes you don’t notice. “You’re back early.”

“Yeah. The girls had to leave but that’s okay.” You’re smiling so bright and wide that it almost hurts. “Namjoon━”

“Wanted to see you?” Jungkook finishes for you, remembering your words earlier in the day. 

“Yeah━” You’re rambling on now but Jungkook isn’t listening. The pain is still lingering and it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He knows it isn’t right but he can’t be bothered to care. In that moment, he realizes he’d rather be anywhere but there and he’s never felt that way before.

“Uh━ You know what?” He cringes slightly when he interrupts you. “Forgot I had to do something actually. Mina called earlier ━ said she wanted to talk or whatever.”

Your face immediately drops at the mention of the other girl and it pains him even more to know that you don’t see through his blatant lie. What’s worse is that Mina had called him the night before, but he had turned her down promptly before she could even say what she wanted. 

You glance over your shoulder fleetingly as if to look for Namjoon, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your lower lip. “But I thought you needed to talk with Joon about the show?”

“Can’t, sorry. Tell Namjoon he can do whatever he wants. I don’t care. Seems like he’s got his hands full with you here anyway.”

He hates himself for it ━ he hates how petty he can be, how rude he can sound without truly meaning it ━ but before he can explain himself or apologize in a way that would probably make him look even more like an idiot, he turns his back to you. It’s the first time he’s really ever done something like that. Usually, he puts up with it ━ with you draped over Namjoon’s lap or Taehyung’s hand on your waist because usually he hadn’t always had feelings for you. 

Truth be told, Jungkook doesn’t know how Namjoon or Taehyung feel about “sharing” you. He doesn’t even know how you feel about it or if you’ve noticed Jungkook’s short temper lately. He tries to contain it but he can’t and he hates how he’s become when he’s not alone with you. Lately, he’s started to think that maybe this isn’t right anymore. Maybe he shouldn’t keep meeting up with you if he’s going to feel this way all the time, and it wasn’t fair to you for him to be sulking so much. He’s not supposed to be in love. He’s supposed to be having fun. 

After all, that’s what it was to you, wasn’t it?

But that night something happens.

Jungkook only notices you half an hour into the show later that night even despite the fact that you’re in the same place that you always are, standing on the side in the part of the pit closest to the stage where only family and close friends are allowed to stay. Of course you’re dancing along, just like you always do, and of course you’re watching him and the rest of the boys with starry eyes, just how he loves. You smiled wide at some point when his gaze locked with yours ━ him, drenched in sweat and nearing exhaustion, and you, face-flushed and looking as if you’re having the time of your life.

But that’s the thing about you ━ you’re not like the others. Sure, your eyes tend to drift to him more often than not and linger on him longer than necessary but you don’t just come for him. You live for the music, admire the rest of the boys that have treated him so dearly and make the group what it is. 

And the way he performs ━ you wonder if he purposely exerts himself more because he wants you to only focus on him. Every rough thrust of his hips, every time he grabs at his crotch, dark and hooded eyes meets yours and you know he’s trying to tease you. Trying to make you suffer.

Later, when the concert is finished and you’re at a private room in a club with the boys to celebrate the evening and Jungkook has had one too many shots, he finds you at the bar. He sidles up from behind you, one palm sliding onto the small of your back. You know it’s him even before you look, judging by the familiar stature of his chest pressing against your body, and his usual scent. His lips press to the crook of your neck and your lips unfurl into a smile. You reach up blindly to grab at the nape of his neck as he starts to sway against you to the beat of the music, hips digging into your ass.

“I’ve been dying to be next to you all night.” He whispers this into the shell of your ear and you wonder vaguely how you’ve maintained enough self-control to not drop to your knees and suck him off then and there. Even worse is the fact that he’s still adorned in the makeup from the concert. Your fingers scratch at one of the newly shaved sides of his head, the rest of his long locks only maintain some of its original style pushed back and off his forehead, though now messily mused as it splays out on either side of his head and threatens to hide the undercut once more.

“You’re drunk,” You point out. He doesn’t seem to register the fact that you only point it out because otherwise, if he wasn’t so smashed, you aren’t quite sure he’d even be touching you the way he is now after the way he’s been acting lately.

“So are you,” Jungkook hums. “Let’s get out of here?”

And you can’t possibly say no. 

He thinks it’s a shame, really, because you had looked quite pretty that night wearing a velvet red dress. Because after somehow calling a taxi and stumbling back to his dorm, he gets lost in you for a while and completely ravishes you, impatiently ripping your dress off you and pressing you against the wall, hips eagerly digging into yours until you hook your legs around his hips and he carries you off to bed to finish. 

When you’re spent from your first high, Jungkook moves from your sprawled out positions on the bed and gets up, pulling on a pair of discarded sweatpants from the floor. You watch him as he combs his hair back that’s fallen into his face again, muscles in his biceps rippling as he does so. He reaches for an acoustic guitar in one corner, then sinks onto the edge of the bed. He’s not usually this quiet after a night spent together, though you don’t quite seem to notice, thinking nothing of it as he starts plucking away at the guitar with a melody in mind if only because when he’s frustrated and stuck on a lyric, he usually goes to you in seek of help in terms of finding relief. You get to your knees, crawling over to him so that you can drape your arms around his shoulders from the back.

“That’s pretty,” You sigh dreamily, nodding to the guitar and the lazy strumming he had been doing. In the distance, you realize there’s been music playing faintly the whole time from the dock where his phone is plugged in. You recognize one of the boys’ songs playing, then realize it’s Jungkook’s solo, his own voice singing beautifully back to you. Above all else, you realize all at once that he isn’t really playing anything at all, or brainstorming a new song, but plucking along absentmindedly to the melody of his own song. 

He’s distracted but he tenses at your touch, then relaxes at once, melting instantly against you. “Just messing around,” he sighs.

“Nonsense,” You giggle. He glances over at you just in time to see you reach for his hand, and he watches as you play with the rings on his fingers. “There’s magic in these hands. In more ways than one.”

You press a chilling kiss against his palm, and then the tip of each of his fingers. Time seems to slow, and all he can suddenly focus on is you. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” His voice has a dull, stubborn whine to it that he can’t shake. “Have I ever told you that?”

“Once or twice,” You smirk. You busy yourself by focusing on lining the bottom of your palm with his, measuring your hand in his. He’s much bigger than you, his fingers nearly towering over yours and they’re always so snug and warm.

“Well, it’s true,” he says. “You’re the kinda girl songs are written about.”

“Unless I’m mistaken,” You say in a matter-of-fact tone, “you have written songs about me.”

He feigns a look of doubt, though a smile threatens to tug at his mouth, especially when you delicately lace your fingers with his one-by-one. “Ah, is that what you think, baby girl? Don’t let the fame get to your head.”

You laugh, dropping your head and leaning your temple against his knuckles in an attempt to hide your sheepish face. With his free hand, he sets his guitar back onto the floor and then unravels his other hand from yours. His palm is calloused and hot as it slides onto your cheek, and you nuzzle into it even despite him guiding your face back up to look at him. He can’t help himself; he leans in to kiss you, biting at your lower lip and earning a delicious moan. As his hands come to grip at your sides just over your ribs and the underside of your breasts do you crawl into his lap to straddle him. For a while, he lets himself get carried away, feeling your hands roam his chest, but then with such vivid intensity, he can only imagine Namjoon and Taehyung in the same position as him and it almost makes him want to vomit. Either that, or it’s the alcohol. Gathering his wits, he shakes his head, pulling apart from you.

“I think I should write━” He fumbles uselessly with his words. “Namjoon’s gonna kill me if I don’t finish these songs━”

You arch your chest against his, warm and soft and palpable, and your hips dig into his a little more roughly, rubbing against his straining erection. You can be heard whining sluggishly as you kiss the underside of his jaw, “But I want you inside me, Kook.”

His breath hitches in his throat, but he can’t think straight anymore. Is the scent he smelling even you anymore, or just a mix of Namjoon and Taehyung? And when you tell him he’s the only one who can ever make you feel the way he does, do you tell that to them too? 

His silence is answer enough, and is what ultimately forces you to look up at him. You’re met with an empty expression, then your own countenance is contorting. You sit back on his lap. 

“I don’t understand you anymore, Jungkook,” You say. There it is, he laments to himself. The familiar pang to his chest, the dreaded realization that maybe he’s fucked this whole thing up forever. “It’s like sometimes you can’t get enough of me, touching me here and there and just before shows when you’re supposed to be on in ten minutes, telling me that no one will care if you’re late. Then sometimes it’s like you won’t even look at me. Like you can’t get me off of you fast enough; like you can’t even touch me anymore.”

Jungkook avoids your stare, which he knows is exactly the sort of thing he shouldn’t do. But you already have your answer. You clamber off of his lap at once to slide back onto the bed and he wants nothing more than to pull you back but he knows he shouldn’t. Now, you seem flustered, or maybe just disheartened. Your arms come to cross over your bare chest, as if to hide yourself.

“You don’t want to touch me anymore,” You say dryly. 

It’s not a question so much as it is a statement. Either way, he shakes his head. Rubbing a tired hand over his face, he mumbles, “Maybe you should go.”

You clamp your mouth shut. “You’re not serious, Jungkook.”

He still doesn’t dare to meet your gaze, his jaw set hard in place. 

“You’re kicking me out? Now? Now?” 

“I’m not. I’m just━ Not in the mood tonight.”

“What a liar,” You gasp. “I had your stupid boner poking my ass the entire time we were at the club, and you sure as hell spent the better part of the night fucking me.”

He can’t quite tell if you’re mad. Your tone dances a fine line between incredulousness and amusement, though he assumes it all boils down to disappointment in the end anyway. You refuse to move, though, pushing yourself onto your knees beside him.

“Tell me the truth, Jungkook,” You plead carefully. “Something’s wrong. Has been for a while, and I want to know what it is.”

He takes a deep breath and finally meets your stare and, god, you look irresistible. Your lips are bruised red from him biting and sucking at them, and your exposed chest is too tempting, beckoning him to touch you. His mind is a whirlwind of emotions ━ plus, he’s just a little bit tipsy, and so he blames it on that for caving into you so easily.

He grimaces. “I’m jealous, all right?” 

You don’t respond at first, and he decides he wants to curl up into a hole and die. Then, you snort, which isn’t exactly the sort of reaction he was expecting to hear from you, and suddenly you don’t seem so angry at him anymore. “I knew that. Was wondering when you’d tell me, though.”

“You what?”

“Well, it’s not that hard to see. You’re always giving Namjoon and Taehyung death glares when I’m around.”

“I didn’t think I was that obvious.” He says this sheepishly, and at least you giggle at him. “I just━ I’m selfish. I want you to myself.”

“I’m not a thing to have,” You retort.

“I know,” he says, and then groans the words again. “Fuck, I know. I’m sorry. I know you’re not a thing to have, and you’re not mine to have but, god, I hate it that they know everything about what it feels like to be with you.”

Gently, he grabs at your waist, tugging you onto his lap, rough hands spreading your thighs to sit perfectly on him once more. Then, with his hands planted on your hips, does he guide you back and forth on him slowly. He reaches out to brush his fingers along your bare arms, then across your collarbones, and down to your breasts. He leans down as if to kiss the valley between them, but his mouth never really does meet your skin; instead, his lips graze faintly against you.

“That they know your body.” He brushes his nose against your chest as he lifts his head. His mouth ghosts across your breasts, almost catching your nipples in his mouth, his breath warm and tingly against the sensitive flesh, just to tease you. His hand follows his lips, grasping firmly at the underside of your breast, his thumb flicking over the perked bud. “Have touched it where I’ve touched it.”

Your own hands flail out to grasp at his shoulders, your breath hitching in your throat. “Why? Why do you hate it so much? That’s all I want to know.”

“Because they don’t even know how lucky they are,” he mutters. “Because you probably do all sorts of things for them and they just think you’re another groupie. Because they aren’t in love with you.”

“You’re in love with me?” Your face is hot now, your body trembling. His hands are still on your chest when he starts kissing your throat. 

“Yeah. I am.”

“What if I told you I’m in love with you too?”

“Well, you are fucking my band mates. I think that makes things a tad bit complicated.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You’re certain if he wasn’t making you feel like heaven in that moment, you would have snapped the words. Instead, you’re already shamelessly grinding your hips against his even without his guidance. “I called it off with them a while ago, actually. They were okay with it, too. Said they felt something was different. You’re the only one in my life, Jungkook.”

Jungkook stops suddenly. He pulls his head back to gawk at you and is greeted to your hooded eyes watching him. “You━ What? What about this morning when you said Namjoon wanted to see you?”

“I lied,” You admit timidly. 

“And when you were in his room━”

“We never did anything,” You promise. “I just wanted to see a reaction from you. Honestly, so did Taehyung and Namjoon. I mean, Namjoon purposely told me to come to his room to see if you’d be jealous. And I think I went along with it because I really just want to know that when you ask me to stay with you, in your bed, do you really mean it? I just…” You trail off, biting at your lower lip, asking him apprehensively, “What about you and that Mina girl?”

“I haven’t seen her or talked to her in months,” he says earnestly.

“Of course not.” You say this in a breathless laughing manner, as if it’s just now dawning on you. Then, you reach up to cradle his head in your hands, grasping at either side of his face. When you speak next, your voice is an ardent whisper. “I want to be with you, Kook. Like really, really be with you. I didn’t know how to tell you because we were so used to just having sex and nothing more and I figured if that’s all I could get with you, then I’d learn to live with it even if it’d kill me to hear you hooking up with other girls.”

Jungkook blinks. He takes a moment to comprehend what’s happening, but then he’s feeling that tension in his chest loosen and he’s just so relieved. 

“There’s only you,” he says. “Has been for a while.”

You smile, so big and soft and pretty, and he kisses you just to bask in the moment. Suddenly, he’s just overwhelmed with love for you and almost doesn’t know what to do with himself. 

“Maybe I should get you jealous more often,” You muse pensively. “It’s kinda hot.”

“It’s mean,” he pouts. Then, his demeanour changes and he’s smirking wolfishly. “Besides, they can’t fuck you like I can, can they?”

“N-No,” You croak feebly. “It’s always been you, Jungkook. Even with them. I’d never tell them but… you’re all I could think about even when I was with them. Imagining you touching me instead of them. Imagining it was you when they laid with me.”

This seems to grab his attention, having him groaning into your neck. “What’d I say? Gonna be the death of me.”

You shiver at the sound of his hoarse voice. You whisper aloud, “The feeling is mutual.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been so stupid lately,” he says. “Let me make it up to you. Do you want that, baby girl? But first you gotta show me you mean it. That you’re mine.”

As he tongues a pattern against your throat, you muster a nod. You wonder if it’s obvious how badly you want him in that moment, with the way your hips continue to grind against his. 

“I want you to fuck yourself on my thigh,” he murmurs against you. “Can you do that for me?”

The thought entices you and has you scrambling to nod your head again. His large hands come to grab at your ass, shifting you until you’re seated on one of his legs. Your eyes never stray from his as you start to grind against his thigh, the rough material of his sweatpants rubbing at your core. Slow and steady, he guides you back and forth, watching as your pretty mouth pops open into a silent gasp.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he coos. “God, you look so pretty. And you’re all mine. Touch yourself for me.”

“Where?” You ask breathlessly.

“All over. Anywhere you want me.”

You whimper at the thought, imagining the feeling of his rough hands on your body. You start at your chest, grasping at your own breasts, squeezing at your perked nipples. You pinch them until they’re hard under your fingertips, kneading the soft flesh of your breasts with your palm as you try to picture Jungkook doing the same. Then, you slide one hand down the front of your stomach, past your navel. He watches as you dip lower and lower before finally reaching between your legs, fingers rubbing small circles against your clit. The mingling feelings of you rutting your hips against his thigh and the way you touch yourself under his burning stare has you writhing on his lap within seconds. 

“Oh, Jungkook━” Your eyes clamp shut, brows knitting in concentration. “Wanna feel you so bad━”

“Uh uh,” he tuts at once. Grabbing at your chin, he yanks your head back up in his direction and taps his thumb against your jaw. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see how I make you feel.”

“But it feels so good,” You whine. Still, you listen, prying your eyes open just slightly enough to meet his stare again. Now, you’ve started to grind a little harder on him, rubbing at your heat a little faster. “Please, Jungkook━”

“Cum for me first,” he coos, his tone gentle despite his obvious demands. “Then I’ll do whatever you want. You can do that for me, right?”

You muster a nod, eyes threatening to flutter shut again but you refrain. He moves one of his arms to wrap around your waist, his large hard encompassing almost all of your back as he pushes you closer to him and the action alone is enough to make you hum with delight. 

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he says. “The things they could never do for you.”

He doesn’t say Taehyung’s or Namjoon’s names for you to understand and, truthfully, you’re glad he doesn’t. Your mind is much too focused on Jungkook to care about anyone else.

“I want you━” You cry out suddenly, biting at your lip. “I want you to touch me, anywhere. I want you to use me, and make me yours. I want you in me. I just need your dick, Jungkook, please. You always make me feel so good. Please, please touch me━”

His jaw sets hard in place as he continues to watch you, fingers itching to please you however which way you want, but he waits. He knows you’re close to your high when you start whimpering and moaning his name, your hand falling from your chest as your other hand rubs harder at your clit the faster you ride his thigh. He flexes his muscle beneath your core, and the simple action is enough to have your head spinning. As you reach your high, his hand that is still wrapped around your chin slides upward and his two forefingers poke into your mouth. Instantly, you’re sucking against them, tongue laving at his digits desperately as you imagine his cock in your mouth, in your cunt, stretching you wide.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he grunts. “Keep your eyes on me.”

As you unravel in his arms, body twitching into his chest, his arm tightens its hold around your back and envelopes you in his warmth so much to the point where it feels as if you begin to melt against him. You grab at his wrist, pushing his fingers deeper into your mouth until you almost gag, muffled moans meeting his ear as you climax. When you’re spent, your pace on his thigh slows to a steady occasional gyrating of your hips as you suck and lav at his fingertips.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Jungkook hums, his free hand stroking your back as you calm your nerves. When you’ve regained most of your wit, you pop Jungkook’s fingers from your mouth and he takes the liberty of guiding his palm down your chin to your throat to your breasts. “You’re doing so well for me. Bet you never listened as well to them as you do with me. Will you get on your hands and knees for me?”  

You scramble to obey, crawling off his lap and onto all fours on the bed. You crane your neck to watch as he gets to his knees behind you, shoving the material of his sweatpants down to his knees in haste. He’s already impossibly hard, grasped in his knuckles, precum leaking from the head of his dick. He wastes no time in pushing himself into you, and though he’s stretched you wide hours ago, the same feeling of him slipping in snug to your heat does wonders on your body still. 

“Mm, Jungkook!” You cry out as he buries himself balls deep into you, coaxed so easily by your slick arousal. He sputters at the sensation, palms pawing at your navel as he yanks you further down his cock. “F-Fuck━ You feel so good━”

“Show me,” he gasps, pulling his hips out once and rutting into you so vigorously you feel it shudder throughout your whole body. Then, he’s thrusting into you at a rhythmic fast pace that has you clenching so tight around him, his head spins some more. “Let me hear you. I wanna see how I make you feel. Let me see how you belong to me.”

He tugs at your elbows, yanking you up off the bed, and you clumsily follow suit, pressing your back flushed against his chest. 

“I’m all yours, Jungkook,” You whine. “I want you to wreck me so bad. Only you know how to wreck me so bad.”

“Yeah?” he taunts. “Only me? Gonna prove it?”

“Please, Jungkook━ Harder, please━ I’ll do anything you want!”

He quickens his pace and slams his hips up into yours harshly. It has you moaning with delight, nearly slipping from his grasp, but he holds you tighter in place. He reaches round to grab at your chin again, twisting your head in a careful yet prompt manner so that you’re looking over your shoulder at him with your flustered gawking expression.

“Open up.” He taps at your mouth and you do as you’re told. Almost instantly, he pulls your chin closer until your mouth is hovering over his, and spits. It’s a wordless command and gesture, as if to further prompt you to prove your point. You welcome it entirely, swallowing his own saliva completely. What doesn’t make it into your mouth, dribbles down your chin and onto your throat. Then you’re chasing his mouth, hearing him hum approvingly, “That’s it, baby.”

You almost miss his lips the first time from the way he’s being so feral now as his hips continue to slam against yours. You’re fortunate when he guides your chin, still pinched between his fingers, in a much too tender manner for the crude moment that has your heart swooning despite all the hysteria. A hot open-mouthed kiss which is still entirely sloppy as your tongues ravish mid-air, and his teeth nip and suck on your lower lip any chance he can get. 

“Gonna tell them how well I fuck you?” he asks breathlessly. You bite at his lip this time, tugging at it hard. “Let them know you’re all mine? Fuck━”

“Mhm!” You rasp. “Oh, Jungkook━”

By now, his pace is relentless. You threaten to ricochet from his grip with each rut of his hips, knees wobbling beneath you. He hand falls from your chin finally to grab at your breasts, replacing your earlier efforts, pinching at your nipples, squeeze at your soft flesh. He lavs wet kisses along your jawline, your neck, and shoulder. Your own head leans back onto his shoulder, a hand reaching out to grasp at his hair. Your fingers first scratch at the shaved sides, then thread through his hair, yanking at it tightly enough to have him grunting in delight.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna━” You whimper. “I’m gonna━”

But you don’t finish your thought. It doesn’t matter anyway. Jungkook already knows you’re close to your high with the way you start to clench around him. You pull even tighter at his hair, a pleasant burn evoking a hiss from his throat. His hips move even faster than before, desperate to try and carry you to your high. So riddled from your first orgasm not long ago and the one before that, you’re quick to crumble beneath him once more. Twisting and turning, you cry out his name in a repeated mantra, like music to his ears. When the scorching heat between your thighs and blinding your eyes subsides enough for you to be somewhat coherent again, you meekly find your voice.

“Tell me I’m yours,” You beg despairingly, voice barely a ragged panting whisper. The aftershock of your orgasm still shakes through your body that the way you’re clutching at his hair now is only so that you can still have some sort of hold on reality still. “Please, please. Tell me. I wanna be yours so bad. You already have me, just wanna hear it from you. Tell me you want me as much as I want you. Please, Jungkook━”

A nerve flutters in Jungkook’s heart. And his dick. He marvels momentarily at the idea of how he wants to continue to wreck you and simultaneously love you all over and grows impatient. Without warning, and with much difficulty, he pulls out of you. Before you can register what’s happening or miss the warmth of his cock in your heat, he pushes you onto the bed and flips you around so that you’re on your back. Then, hovering over you close enough so that he can hook one of your legs over his shoulder, he pushes himself back into you. 

“You’re all I want,” he says, smoothing his mouth over yours once more. He moans against your lips, then rests his forehead against yours as he squeezes his eyes shut. “God, I’m so fucking in love with you. You make it so hard to think sometimes. Everything about you drives me wild.”

His pace isn’t as harsh as before, though he’s careless as he abandons all form in an attempt to ride out your high and reach his own. Each thrust he makes jolts you back and forth on the bed, the sensitivity between your thighs a mild burn that starts to crescendo as you gasp each time his cock slides back into you. You reach out tiredly to grab at his face with soft motions despite not bothering to move him from where he still rests with his forehead. One large palm of his comes to grasp at your side, pushing you further into the mattress as he hammers into you. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum━” He moans. “Gonna let me fill you up, baby? Gonna let me make your cunt mine?”

“Yes, please,” You rasp. “Wanna feel it so bad.”

It’s different this time despite knowing the sensation well enough from all those times before. Every event since then has been a build up to this, and when he finally releases into you, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. The last few sluggish ruts of his hips make the both of you whimper and whine, mewling with delight the longer he cums in your heat. 

Then, he slumps against your chest and the room falls silent once more safe for the sound of your mingled panting. He burrows his face into the crook of your neck and your fingers rake through his sweaty hair in a soothing manner until that too ceases after a few silent moments. 

“Not falling asleep on me now, are you?” he asks after the thrill of both your highs have subsided. He lifts his head to look at you and finds that you are, in fact, beginning to doze off. 

“No,” You lie. You pry one eye open to look at him as you bite back a sheepish snicker. He pulls out of you at long last, and the lack of warmth has you immediately protesting. You reach out  blindly for him before he can move too far. “Come back here. I want to cuddle you.” Then, letting your surroundings register once more, you realize suddenly that music has still been playing all this time. Most specifically, Jungkook’s solo which has been left on a loop. You meet his curious gaze in the dark and deadpan, “Did you seriously just fuck me to your song?”

“It’s not fucking when we were making love,” he wriggles his brows suggestively. You wonder how he’s always so quick to go from one extreme to the other. Whereas five minutes ago, you wanted nothing more than to have him demolish you with his dick, now he’s just his usual lovable idiotic self that you want to kiss all over. He’s not wrong though, you discern. The song isn’t a bad one either, and the thought of him having sex with you to his own music is undescriably hot anyway. 

“You can’t say you were making love to me when you just took me raw.” Amongst other things, you think to yourself, but you’re certain he’s well aware of that. His snickers warm your heart to no end and you can’t help yourself when you lean forward to kiss him. 

“I can and I will because I love you,” he says proudly. Then, as if tasting the words on his tongue and favouring the sound of it, hums more pensively again, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Jungkook.”

And this time he knows you mean it because, in the morning, when you both wake up feeling sore and marked all over by one another (so that Namjoon and Taehyung can know), you’re still curled up into Jungkook’s chest. You’re half asleep, your nose nuzzling against the crook of his neck and making him smile. You’re only roused awake by the feather-light strokes his fingers make as they rub small circles into your back.

“Stay with me?” Jungkook asks this hopefully, of course, but he already knows the answer. This time, he even knows it’ll be different. 

He sees your sleepy smile widen when he kisses your temple sweetly, and decides quickly that he likes this, right there and now, as it is, and especially when he hears you whisper finally, “There’s no place I’d rather be.”

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[subbyyang]

Smile for the camera ♡ - Ten/Yangyang

Camboy Ten's viewers have been begging to see him top ever since discovering he was a vers Ten brings his favorite bottom, Yangyang, to one of his lives for the first time

Very fluffy smut because they are both whipped for each other ~

“I have a surprise for you guys today, I think you’ll like it” Ten said as he eyed the comments in the chat room moving at a leisurely pace. It was still early, the livestream had only started a couple of minutes before. “What’s the surprise? Hmm, show me how much you want to know” Ten continued as he laughed while playing with the zipper of his hoodie, eyes glinting at the sound of the tips raining in. 

Yangyang was sitting out of the camera’s view, his posture a little stiff. He had jumped at the opportunity of being in one of Ten’s streams - he had been dreaming about it for months now - but the closer it got for him to be on camera the more nervous he felt. And excited. But mostly nervous. 

“Oh? You must be so curious…” Ten purred as he pulled down the zipper of the hoodie - technically Yangyang’s hoodie - showing off his toned body. He gave the camera a blinding smile that left Yangyang and probably everyone watching him breathless before looking up, over the camera, eyes setting on Yangyang. “Come here, baby…they want to see you”

Yangyang shakily got up from the chair and made his way to Ten, letting him grab him by the hand and sit him on his lap facing the camera. 

“Here he is, isn’t he cute?” Ten said as he looked at the camera before leaving a noisy kiss on Yangyang's cheek. He didn’t need to see the chat to know what the viewers were saying, but the way the tips kept flashing on his screen told him enough. “Relax, baby, you’re doing good” Ten whispered in Yangyang’s ear, low enough it wouldn’t be caught by the mic, his hands snaking around his waist and landing on his thighs. 

Yangyang was still a little shy at all the attention he was getting, his eyes landing on ‘ so cute’, ‘omg adorable’, ‘can’t wait to see you fuck him’, ‘make him cry’, and many other comments whenever he looked at the chat, but Ten had started caressing his thighs, drawing circles with his thumbs as he went back to talking to the camera, pulling the attention back on himself. 

“You’ve been begging me see me top for months now so, of course, I had to bring the cutest bottom I know for you guys…say hi, baby”

“Hi everyone” Yangyang said with a small wave, his cheeks burning red at having been put in the spotlight again. 

“Oh, he’s so shy today! Usually he’s so bratty,” Ten said with a laugh, slipping his hands under Yangyang’s oversized hoodie, smiling when he felt him shiver under his warm touch, “is it because people are watching you? You’re going to be good today?”

“I’m always good” Yangyang said, internally cringing at the whiny tone of his voice. Did Ten’s viewers like that? Would they prefer him to behave or to be bratty? 

“Yeah, you are” Ten said, voice laced in so much affection it surprised even himself. He kissed the nape of Yangyang’s neck, just to have some time to will his own blush to disappear before looking back at the chat. “Hmm, what’s his name? Let’s just call him baby for today…it does fit him, doesn't it?” 

Yangyang could not stop blushing at the way Ten seemed to talk about him as if he wasn’t there, showering him in praise in front of his fans, his hands not once stopping gently rubbing his skin. 

“You haven’t really gotten a good look at his body yet, have you? Oh he’s to die for…has the prettiest, longest legs, the cutest ass, the tiniest waist…”

“Ten” Yangyang whined, covering his face in embarrassment, his cock stirring in interest hidden by the panties he was wearing under the hoodie. Ten just cooed at him, petting his tummy and kissing him on the cheek, which somehow just made his blush grow bigger. The fact the tip notification noise had started going off in quick succession wasn’t helping either. 

“Yangie, baby,” Ten whispered in his ear once again after a few seconds of Yangyang covering his face, “do you want to stop?”

“No, it’s okay, I’m just not used to the attention” 

Ten nodded in response to Yangyang, tugging on his hand and pushing on his hip until he was sitting sideways on his thigh. He pushed on Yangyang’s head so he would lay it on his shoulder before kissing the top of his head and turning back to the chat being flooded with messages about how cute baby was.

“Okay, guys, baby is not very used to the cameras so please make the sacrifice of focusing back on me for a second” 

It was easier like this, leaning on Ten, hearing his voice as he spoke to the viewers, flirty and teasing, asking them what they wanted to see, one hand rubbing Yangyang’s thigh absentmindedly. Little by little he started feeling calmer, less nervous about the camera and the attention so he started peppering the crook of Ten’s neck in soft kisses, hoping to get his attention. 

“Oh, hi baby, you’re ready to come back?” Ten said with a big smile, a shiver running down his spine at the feeling of Yangyang’s lips on his skin. He always melted with Yangyang’s kisses, always so soft and gentle until Ten took charge and made them into something more. “You want to see more of him?”

Ten rolled his chair back and got up, pulling Yangyang up with him, Yangyang’s body now fully visible on the screen. He was wearing an oversized black hoodie with red skulls that covered all the way down to his mid-thighs, hiding a pair of lacy white panties - chosen by Ten, his legs were covered by some knee high socks Yangyang stole from Ten’s wardrobe, only a sliver of skin showing between the socks and the hoodie. Yangyang shivered when he felt Ten hug him from the back, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, his hands sliding teasingly under the hoodie. 

“Should we show more? I don’t know if you guys are interested enough…” Ten purred, slowly rocking his hips against Yangyang’s ass, before going back to kissing up and down his neck. 

Even from a distance Yangyang could see the tips dropping in, so quickly the tip notification never really went away, just flashing on the screen continuously. He couldn’t read what the comments said but he could tell there were lots of them, one after the other making the chat move quickly. It made his cock stir in arousal. The idea that all these strangers were probably getting off to him, all the while Ten brushed lightly over his clothed cock under the hoodie, whispering in his ear how well he was doing had him panting into the air, legs trembling in excitement. 

“Hmm, okay…baby has a surprise for you, show them…” 

Yangyang stared dumbly for a moment into the distance before realizing what Ten was saying. Shakily he held onto the hem of his hoodie, lifting it up, slowly making it slide along his thighs, revealing more and more of his soft, milky skin.

“Yeah, just like that, slowly, baby…” Ten encouraged, eyes set on Yangyang’s image on the screen. He looked so pretty, Ten had to stop himself from manhandling him into the bed behind them and have his way with him. He needed patience today. 

Encouraged both by the rapidly moving comments and Ten’s words, Yangyang pulled the hoodie over his panties, his cheeks a bright red shade. He continued pulling it up, showing his toned abs and was going to continue when Ten held onto his hands.

“Let’s get closer to the camera, give them a better look…” Ten said as he gently pushed Yangyang forward, “tell him how cute he is…”

Now that he was closer to the screen, Yangyang could catch some of the comments before they disappeared, replaced by similar ones. Some were very tame, calling him cute and pretty just like Ten had told them to do; others, on the other hand, had Yangyang blushing at the crude language, describing what they wanted to see Ten do to him or do to him themselves. He let out a soft, low moan when Ten let go of his hands, going back to brushing his skin with his fingertips, leaving a trail of goosebumps along the way. 

“Baby loves being praised,” Ten told the viewers with a soft laugh before turning his face to look at Yangyang, “don’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes” he stuttered as Ten’s hand had slid from his thigh to his crotch, again brushing over the bulge in his panties with his fingers. 

“Yeah, you do…you’re getting so hard just from the viewers’ comments, aren’t you?” Ten purred, grabbing onto Yangyang’s cock over the panties, his thumb drawing circles on the head until Yangyang was keening in his arms, head falling back on Ten’s shoulder, a small wet patch starting to appear. “Oh everyone, he’s so sensitive, he’ll cum in his panties if I continue…it wouldn’t be the first time”

Yangyang whined at what Ten was sharing with the viewers, his blush deepening and disappearing into his hoodie. It wasn’t a lie though, Ten had made him cum in his pants many times before and would probably continue to do so. Yangyang didn’t mind it one bit. Still, Ten shushed him with a kiss to the forehead, which had everyone keyboard smashing in the comments. Ten let go of Yangyang just long enough to bring the chair back, sitting on it and pulling him once again on his lap, spreading his legs and pulling them up so his feet were on top of the chair. He went back to running his hands along whatever part of Yangyang was visible, chuckling at how Yangyang was still holding the hoodie up showing his stomach. 

“They want to see more” Yangyang said in a low voice, pointing at the comments when Ten hummed at him. 

“You guys want more? Hmm want to see his cock?” Ten read some of the comments, all of them asking for the same thing, “baby?”

Yangyang thought about it. The main reason he was wearing the panties was because he hadn’t been sure in the beginning of how much he wanted to show and that way he could still be fucked either way. Ten was very skilled at fucking him in underwear, only needing to pull them a little to the side before sliding in. Still, Yangyang realized he wanted this. Wanted all the strangers to see him, all of him as they touched themselves. At the back of his mind, Yangyang knew he should maybe be weirded out by it, but in reality it just made him hornier. 

“Yeah, that’s okay,” he said with a sure smile before holding onto the armrests, pushing himself up a little, “take them off for me?”

Ten didn’t waste any time, carefully sliding the lacy garment down, over Yangyang’s ass and down his thighs, taking full advantage of this to run his hands along his body. Yangyang finished pulling them off, staring expectantly at the chat. The response was immediate. Dozens of comments appearing and disappearing in quick succession, the tips - which had slowed down for a moment there - coming down in full force. Ten pulled him back against his chest, hands sliding up his thighs, one keeping his legs open while the other slid all the way up to his leaking cock. 

“It is pretty, isn’t it?” Ten said, in agreement with some of the comments, slowly jerking him with his fingers, collecting some of the precum to make the slide easier. “His balls?” Ten asked as he read one comment out loud from user ballslover_69 before pushing his cock to the side, the hand on his thigh sliding under his cock to gently squeeze them, his thumb caressing the velvety skin of his sack, “perfect, like everything else about him”

Yangyang gasped softly. He feared he was actually going to cum this time, his cock desperately bobbing in Ten’s hand, precum pooling at the tip before sliding down. Ten had called him perfect. If Yangyang had a tail he was sure he'd be wagging it right now. 

“See? I told you guys he liked praise,” Ten said with a laugh, showing his hand soaked in precum, “no, we can’t make him cum yet…I’m still working on his stamina”

“Don’t say that” Yangyang whined, cheeks burning bright red as he fought the stubborn smile on his lips. 

“Why? You don’t want them to know how you cum and immediately require cuddles, all sleepy and soft before knocking out?” Ten whispered to him, careful to keep his voice low as he teased him. 

Yangyang whined again, trying to smack Ten’s side only to have his wrist grabbed by him.

“Don’t get feisty, or I’ll have to punish you in front of everyone” 

Yangyang just whimpered, his cock throbbing between his legs. That should not have excited him the way it did. Ten went back to petting him, fully ignoring his cock this time, trying to get him to calm down before he came all over his stomach. 

“Do I punish him often?” Ten read another comment out loud, “oh, definitely…I’ve told you guys, he’s being an angel with you but he’s a little bit of a brat”

Yangyang blushed again at the comments appearing on the screen, some curious about the punishments, others suggesting some of his own. He had watched Ten’s lives before - many times, at that - but he had never paid any mind to the chat, giving all his attention to Ten. That’s to say, he had never realized how inventive they could be. Some of the punishments being suggested made him breakout in goosebumps. And he wasn’t sure it was in a good way. 

“Usually we keep it simple, spanking is the main one, sometimes some edging and ruined orgasms…depends on what he did,” Ten said, his voice light and casual as if he was talking about the weather, “although, there was one time he was very bad…” Ten continued, glancing at Yangyang to gouge his reaction. It could be a touchy subject. 

Yangyang grabbed onto Ten’s hand, shaking his head lightly. He didn’t want to share that story, of how Ten had been so disappointed in him he actually made him sit down in the corner and copy lines over and over again, in the same room Ten was fucking someone else - their friend Hendery - praising him for being good and well behaved, unlike Yangyang. He also didn’t want to share how Ten had held him in the end, Hendery awkwardly sitting to the side, not really knowing what to do. And he definitely didn’t want to share - something Ten didn’t know either - that he had snuck out of bed that night to sob on the bathroom floor, holding a hand over his mouth to keep the noise from waking the other two. He should have safeworded out that day but he had stupidly thought Ten would be disappointed in him for not taking his punishment. He knew better now. 

“Nevermind! Speaking of spanking, he still has some leftover bruises from the last time he was a little brat, do you guys wanna see it?” Ten said, quickly changing the subject, his hands caressing Yangyang’s inner thighs, gently scratching at the skin in what he hoped was a calming gesture. There was something about that night Yangyang was not telling him and one day he would get to the bottom of it. But not today. Today was the time to make Yangie feel good, show him off to his viewers, give him all the praise he loved so much. “You know how to show me how much you want it…” 

They watched as the viewers went crazy. When Ten deemed they had sent enough, he got up from the chair and helped Yangyang kneel on it, bent over the back, his ass fully exposed to the camera. Yangyang didn’t know it was possible for his blush to get even worse but here he was, flushed all the way down to his chest. 

“He bruises so prettily, everyone…just look at this…” Ten said, biting his lip as he pressed on the bruises causing Yangyang to whimper loudly, his legs spreading as open as they could on the chair. Ten kept groping him and pinching him as soft moans fell freely from Yangyang’s lips. He slapped his ass once, watching intently as the skin became red underneath his hand, Yangyang struggling to hold onto the chair, a deep groan on his throat. 

“Ten” Yangyang whined, trying to arch his back and shake his ass, hoping he would get the message. 

“Baby wants to show us something?”

“Ye-yes, Ten, please, I want them to see my - “ Yangyang managed to stammer as his hands flew back, grabbing onto one cheek with each hand and spreading them. 

“Hmm, baby is so good for you, isn’t he? Showing you his needy hole for free…” Ten purred, helping Yangyang spread himself before pushing the chair even closer so the camera had a perfect view of Yangyang’s ass. “Look how perfect it is…and he’s so tight, fuck,” Ten said with a moan, sucking on his middle finger, getting it all wet before sliding it between Yangyang’s cheeks, massaging the rim for a second before pushing in, “it’s hard to use even just one finger…”

Yangyang sobbed when Ten started fucking him with one finger, using his hand to make sure he was well spread and the movements were clear on the camera. He always loved getting fingered by Ten and knowing people were watching them - watching him - somehow made it all better.

“You want to watch me fuck him? Be patient…,” Ten teased, pulling his finger out, still massaging around the rim with his fingertips, eyes trained on the chat, “do I use toys on him? Oh yeah, he loves toys, don’t you baby?” Ten asked as he ruffled Yangyang’s hair before bringing over his special box. 

“Yeah” Yangyang breathed out with a small nod, one hand drifting down to play with his neglected cock. They were entering dangerous territory if the glint in Ten’s eyes was something to go by. 

“What’s your favorite?” Ten continued, uncapping a bottle of lube and lubing up three fingers. He went back to leisurely fucking Yangyang with one finger as he waited for the answer.

“Oh…I don’t know, I like a lot of them”

“Whore” Ten teased with a snort, pushing a second finger in causing Yangyang to cry out before fucking himself back on Ten’s fingers. “What? Don’t be mean to him? Weren’t you the ones telling me to make him cry like fifteen minutes ago?”

Yangyang let out a soft laugh - that had no business making Ten’s heart swell the way it did - making a finger heart in the general direction of the camera, pleased with himself when the tip notifications went off. 

“I - I like the green one…” Yangyang finally said, face turned sideways so he could look at Ten. 

“This one?” Ten replied with a knowing smile, pulling a green prostate massager with a thick base from the box. It wasn’t the only green toy he had but he remembered all the times he made Yangyang cry with it, cumming all over himself over and over again.

“Y-yeah, and the bullet vibrator, the little pink one…oh, the blue anal beads too” Yangyang said, pink blush back on his cheeks. There were others, but there were kinks Yangyang wasn’t ready to admit to in front of a camera.

“See? I told you he was needy,” Ten said, eyeing the screen before leaning down to kiss Yangyang on the lips, the first actual kiss they had shared on camera, just a quick one as a reward for having answered the question, “and spoiled…” he continued when he pulled away. “Oh, you guys liked that, didn’t you?” Ten laughed as he read some of the comments begging them to kiss closer to the camera. 

They changed positions again, Ten sitting back down on the chair as Yangyang sat sideways on his lap. Ten adjusted the camera so it was focused on their faces before pulling Yangyang in for a filthy kiss, hungry, full of teeth and tongue. Poor Yangyang was struggling to keep up, drool sliding down his chin as Ten noisily sucked on his tongue. He knew Ten was probably just putting on a show for his viewers and maybe giving him a treat too, after all he knew how much Yangyang loved messy kisses even if he wasn’t that much of a fan himself. Yangyang moaned desperately into the kiss, fingers clasped around Ten’s biceps as he held on for dear life. When the kiss ended they both pulled away, Ten somehow looking as composed as ever while Yangyang looked a mess, hair sticking out in weird places, lips red and shiny with spit, drool on his chin, eyes a little wild. 

“Isn’t he pretty like this?” Ten asked, tilting Yangyang’s face to show the camera, making sure to catch all the mess before wiping his chin lovingly. His fans seemed to love it, showering them with tips and comments as Ten went back to kissing Yangyang, slower this time, but no less hungry. 

They kissed for a few minutes, Yangyang’s moans growing higher and higher as Ten went back to fingering him open, now three fingers deep in his hole as his tongue fucked into his mouth. He was tempted to lube his other fingers, try to fit them all in but he quickly let go of the idea. Fisting was something that took a lot out of Yangyang, both physically and emotionally and he didn’t think it would be the best idea to do it in front of a camera. And then there was the more primal part of his brain that didn’t want anyone else seeing Yangie - his Yangie - like that.

“I love your kisses,” Ten said as pulled away from Yangyang’s lips, smiling at the shy look on his face, “you have the most perfect mouth, do you know that?” he continued, louder, making sure it was caught by the mic, his fingers brushing along Yangyang’s bottom lip. 

Yangyang knew what Ten was doing right away, letting his mouth fall open, his tongue licking his fingertips before Ten was shoving three fingers in his mouth. He let his eyes flutter closed as he concentrated on not gagging too much when Ten pushed them all the way down his throat. He still choked a little - Ten liked it when he did - just not enough to actually throw up. No one wanted to see that. 

“Perfect,” Ten praised for the hundredth time that night, fucking roughly into his mouth at the same pace he fucked his fingers into Yangyang’s ass, “you wish it was your cocks he was choking on, don’t you?” 

Yangyang tried to glance at the chat from the corner of his eye but it was difficult with the tears that had started to fall down his cheeks. Ten seemed to notice his predicament, reading out loud some of the comments for him. 

Want to make him choke on my cock for hours

Fuck, we would never leave the house if I had him

Look how well he takes it, so well trained

Tennie, fuck his mouth

Make him deepthroat you

Cum in his mouth

Cum on his face 

Choke him with your hands 

At that last comment Yangyang let out a deep moan, muffled by Ten, his hole fluttering around Ten’s fingers. Interesting , Ten thought, saving that reaction for later. 

“Can we see more of your bodies?” Ten read out  loud as he pulled his fingers out of Yangyang’s mouth, “should we show them more, baby? What do you think?”

“Yes, yes” Yangyang said as he nodded, reaching for the hem of his hoodie. Yangyang couldn’t wait to take it off, both because it felt good to know he was being ogled at and because it had become too hot in the room, beads of sweat rolling down his back. 

“Go on then,” Ten said as he tried to gently pull his fingers out of Yangyang’s ass, pulling him fully on his lap, his back against Ten’s chest, “be pretty for them”

Yangyang slowly lifted his hoodie as Ten followed his movements with his own hands, starting by showing his cock and then his hips, going up to his stomach and then his chest. He moaned softly when Ten ran his hands along his tummy and his chest, stopping to brush his nipples. Ten helped him pull the hoodie over his head, making a teasing comment about his messy hair before going back to playing with his nipples, pinching them and rolling them between his fingers as Yangyang whimpered, hips bucking up into the air. 

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he? So perfect for me,” Ten said as he nuzzled Yangyang’s neck, leaving soft pecks on the warm skin, his voice going lower and lower as he went on, clearly forgetting the viewers and the camera, “you’re so cute, baby, so good for me, you’re absolute perfection…”

Yangyang was about to cry and it wasn’t for horny reasons. Well, not completely. He loved Ten, had loved him from the first night they spent together and from that moment on he had known he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. But Ten wasn’t like that, he didn’t do relationships. Hell, most times he didn’t sleep with the same person twice, Yangyang already considered himself lucky enough Ten seemed to love fucking him. Even if he didn’t love him .  

“Ten, Ten I’m gonna cum soon” Yangyang warned when he felt him get closer to the edge as Ten played with his chest.

“Oh, yeah, Ya - baby, has such sensitive nipples, if you play with them long enough he’ll cum all over himself untouched,” Ten said, as if he had been pulled out from his deep thoughts, as if his head had been somewhere else, “isn’t he the cutest? Oh, and you should hear the way he cries out when he cums from that, he gets so embarrassed…” the teasing tone was back on Ten’s voice as he continued rubbing his nipples, pinching them harder, pulling on them until Yangyang was panting against his chest, grasping back tightly onto Ten’s thighs, his hips thrusting up on their own accord, desperately searching for friction. And then he let out a pitiful sob when Ten stopped touching him, right as he was about to cum. 

“Oh, right, I forgot…I promised them I would fuck you,” Ten teased, laughing against Yangyang’s shoulder as he wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him tight against his chest, petting his tummy in apology, “I promise I’ll make it good, baby” he said as he tilted Yangyang’s face, shushing his disgruntled whimpers with soft pecks to his lips. 

Yangyang kissed back, desperate for some touch, his body still buzzing in arousal. But Ten kept his kisses and touches chaste, trying to bring him back from that overexcited zone.

“Was I too mean?” Ten asked the chat, “oh, I was?” he said, cooing at Yangyang, his voice dripping in fake sympathy. “How should I make it up to him?”

Ten gave the chat a minute to come up with ideas as he removed his hoodie, smiling as a few more tips came in, even though most of his upper body was hidden by Yangyang. 

“Hmm, let’s see…a lot of you guys want me to fuck him, some said to suck his dick, to eat him out - oh that’s a nice one - oh, use his favorite toys on him, that could be fun,” Ten quickly read through the comments, excited with the ideas, “which one do you want, baby?”

Yangyang tried to think, but it was hard when his thoughts were so slow and everything sounded good. As long as Ten was touching him, he didn’t care what was done to him. He looked at Ten with big eyes, willing him to understand what he wanted without having to speak. Ten was usually good at that. 

“Do you want me to choose?” Ten said sweetly, tucking a platinum blond strand of hair behind Yangyang’s ear, a smile breaking on his lips when Yangyang simply nodded. “Yeah?” He said as he nodded along with him, kissing his forehead before turning back to the screen. “It was mean of me to make baby choose between all these exciting options when he’s this brainless…” 

Yangyang didn’t even have it in him to complain over being called brainless. It was true, thoughts were difficult for him at the moment and Ten was always good at knowing when to take over and make all the decisions for him. He liked it, made him feel taken care of. 

“Poor baby is so far gone, we need to go easy on him,” Ten said with a soft laugh, talking towards the camera as if he was having a real conversation with his followers, “yeah, I agree all his favorite toys would be too much, but maybe one? I think the little bullet could be good -“

“Yes” Yangyang said with a nod, even though Ten was not asking him. 

“You like that idea, baby? Great…and it’s been so long since I’ve eaten you out, I miss it…” Ten replied, glancing at Yangyang to see him smiling, nodding softly at the suggestion. Not for the first time since they had met, Ten felt a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest as he stared at the boy in his lap, cutely picking at his nails. “Let’s get you on the bed”

Yangyang let Ten lead him by the hand to the bed, let him push him down and climb on top of him, let him kiss him over and over again until Ten finally got up to bring the computer and camera closer as well as the vibe. When everything was set up, Ten got back on the bed, leaning down to kiss Yangyang’s lips again, glancing sideways to see the chat. His viewers seemed to be as infatuated with Yangyang as he was. Of course they were, he was perfect. 

“Get on your hands and knees, baby”

Yangyang did as he was told, getting in position, moaning when Ten got behind him and pushed on his back until his chest hit the bed, his cute ass hanging in the air. He held his breath until he felt Ten’s tongue gently poking at his hole before licking a long line from his perineum to the small of his back. Yangyang tried to keep as quiet as possible, embarrassed about making too much noise in front of the camera but it wasn’t possible when Ten breached his hole with his tongue. 

“Oh, Ten, Ten please, please…” Yangyang babbled, trembling under Ten’s touch, little whines leaving his lips with each twist of Ten’s tongue. He couldn’t see the chat from where his face was buried in the mattress but he could still hear the tips falling in, encouraging Ten into making him lose his mind. 

Ten started alternating between sucking on the rim and fucking his tongue into him, his hands roughly groping his cheeks, keeping him spread open as he buried his face in his ass. It had been too long since they had done this and Ten had forgotten how good Yangyang sounded while getting eaten out, sobs and hiccups wrecking his chest as he thrashed around on the bed, trying to get some friction on his cock. He could tell Yangyang wasn’t going to last much longer and he still wanted to fuck him and have him cum on his cock. Without Yangyang realizing, he lubed up the small vibrator, turned it on and pushed it in his hole, replacing his tongue.

Yangyang tensed up at the new sensation, eyes rolling to the back of his head, desperate moans falling from his lips. Ten almost considered placing the vibe against his prostate with his fingers but changed his mind when he saw the way Yangyang was moving around, too desperate to cum. 

“Shh, calm down, baby…that’s it, take deep breaths…” Ten said softly, petting up and down Yangyang’s back, leaving some kisses along his spine until he stopped thrashing around. 

“Ten, I’m so close” Yangyang said pitifully as he turned on his back, his cock bobbing against his abdomen, leaking precum uninterruptedly. 

“I know, I’ll let you cum, baby…can i fuck you or is too much?” 

“Fuck me, please, fuck me, fuck me” Yangyang said, holding onto Ten’s hands while trying to pull him in with his legs. 

Ten loved when he got desperate like this, begging to be fucked, so pliant underneath him, so easy to play with. He glanced at the screen where tips were still raining in at a constant pace. He didn’t think he had ever made so much money on a solo stream, even considering the money he would be sharing with Yangyang.

“Do you want my cock, baby? Say it…”

“I want your cock, please…” 

“Say it louder” Ten teased while he brushed the hair away from Yangyang’s face with one hand and brushed his cock with the knuckles of the other. 

“Want your cock, nee - need it so bad, please Ten, please, I’ve been good”

Another glance at the chat showed Ten his viewers agreed with Yangie, he had been good and deserved to be fucked. Not that it mattered. Even if the viewers were against it, Ten would still fuck his baby until he came all over the mattress like he deserved. 

“You’re right, you’ve been good…get back on all fours for me?”

Yangyang tiredly got into position, his arms giving out right away, his chest falling on the mattress just like before. He expected Ten to pull the vibrator out by its string before fucking him but it was taking a long time. He did his best to look back to find Ten stepping out of his briefs and lubing up his cock, hissing at the cold before getting behind Yangyang. Yangyang’s brows furrowed in confusion when Ten lined himself up with his hole until he realized what he was doing when he started to push in, the vibrator still buzzing inside him. 

“Oh, oh Ten, it’s still - ah fuck - the - the vibe is still on”

“I know” was all Ten said, laughing at Yangyang’s groan as he continued to push in, leaning down to kiss the nape of Yangyang’s neck when he bottomed out. He swore under his breath at the feeling of the vibrator against his own cock, his eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck you’re so tight, baby, you feel so good…”

Yangyang preened at the praise, pleasure shivering up his spine with each thrust. Ten had started slowly, fucking into him gently and gradually the thrusts had become more powerful, almost knocking the breath out of him. 

“He feels amazing, don’t you wish it was you fucking him?” Ten teased his viewers, winking at the camera as he slapped Yangyang’s ass, fucking into him at a ruthless pace. Once again, the chat was unanimous in their opinion that yes, they did wish to be the ones fucking him. “Yeah, but he’s mine,” he continued teasing, hands running up and down Yangyang’s body. He could tell Yangyang was on the brink of orgasm and he himself was close thanks to the vibrator pushing against the head of his cock whenever he thrusted in. He leaned down to suck on Yangyang’s neck before turning to face the camera, a teasing glint in his eye. “We’re so close, help making us cum?” Ten asked shamelessly, slowing down his thrusts as he tilted Yangyang’s head so he was facing the camera as well. 

“Wanna cum” Yangyang moaned in a soft whine, desperately trying to push himself back on Ten’s cock causing Ten to coo at him and kiss his cheek. 

The response from the viewers was explosive. Ten was actually afraid his computer was going to crash considering the way the tips were just cascading in, the notification icon frozen on the top of the screen. 

Ten moaned out loud, thanking his viewers for being so good to him as he picked back up the pace, fucking into Yangyang’s hole without holding back, groping his cheeks until there were red handprints on the skin. 

“Ten, I - can’t hold it, gonna - gonna cum” Yangyang cried out, voice hoarse from all the noises coming out of him.

“Cum, baby…cum for me, cum for us” Ten whispered in Yangyang’s ear, holding onto his face so he couldn’t look away from the camera as he finally let go, cumming all over Ten’s otherwise pristine bed sheets, eyes squeezed shut as moans fell from his o-shaped lips. “So beautiful, so fucking beautiful” Ten muttered, mostly to himself as he chased his own orgasm, kissing Yangyang’s cheek in apology every time he whimpered in overstimulation. 

“I’m sorry, baby, I’ll be quick, be good for me…” 

“Yes, good, good for you…” 

Ten bit his bottom lip as he pushed in one last time, cumming deep into Yangyang’s hole. He quickly moved to gently pull out, pulling out the vibrator at the same time, quietly shushing Yangyang’s disgruntled whines. He watched as his cum leaked out of his fluttering hole, dripping down his thighs before wiping it with his finger and licking it as he faced the camera, moaning shamelessly at the taste until there was nothing else to clean. 

“Ten” Yangyang called for him softly as he turned on his back, sleepily reaching out for him, eyes drooping closed. 

“See? I told you we can only get one orgasm out of him,” Ten teased with a laugh, holding onto Yangyang’s hand, “gotta go take care of him now, thank you so much for tuning in and hope you guys liked the surprise, bye bye!” he quickly waved, giving a few seconds for his viewers to say goodbye in the chat before turning off the live, letting himself fall on the bed and pulling Yangyang into his arms. 

“How do you always get so sleepy? You have issues, baby…” 

“Not my fault you tire me out…” Yangyang mumbled, getting comfortable in Ten’s arms.

“Right, so it’s my fault now” Ten laughed, carding his fingers through Yangyang’s hair. It was a little sweaty and Ten knew they needed a good shower but he could never bring himself to get Yangyang out of bed when he was this tired. “You did so well today, I think they’re going to want to see you again…would you like that?”

Ten waited for Yangyang’s reply but when he heard soft snores he realized it wasn’t coming. With an affectionate sigh he kissed the top of Yangyang’s head and pulled him closer, letting the warm embrace lull him into a nap.

[littlepadika]

Calling Home (1) | Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: You are a receptionist at the VA. Frankie Morales keeps calling. Yearning ensues...

Rating: M -> E in later chapters

Warnings: fem!reader, age gap (legal), praise kink, voice kink, discussion of addiction/PTSD/trauma, no use of y/n, no beta reader, reader is bad at Spanish, Frankie has a sexy voice 😩

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AN: My first fic. Pedro writers have inspired me to finally start writing again 🥺. Concept inspired by the movie RED. I hope you like it ❤️Set after triple frontier.

Chapter One

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The first time he called was an ordinary Thursday.

“Veterans Affairs, how can I help you?”

You had been working at the VA office for about two weeks. Fresh out of college you felt lucky to have a job in the first place. You went to school to be a writer but your big idea for 'The Next Great American Novel' had yet to present itself. At least here you had access to the most inspiring stories and interesting people. Men and women who had seen more and done more than you probably would in your entire life. You loved talking to clients on the phone. It was weird but something about only being able to hear people’s voices excited you. You would sometimes write little stories in your head about the people you'd talk to, filling in the details that were unknown.

Your desk accessories reflected your love of books and writing. You had your growing collection of books sitting on your desk sandwiched between baby pink bookends. Next to them was a matching desk organizer filled with your favorite sparkly pens and sticky notes. You had decorated the plain cubicle walls with posters of quotes from your favorite books. You also brought your favorite candle from home. Even though you couldn’t light it you still liked to lift it to your nose once and a while and smell it between chapters. When you weren’t on the phone or scanning documents you would read. You finished To Kill A Mockingbird in your first week on the job and were now halfway through Murder on the Orient Express.

You were starting a new chapter when Frankie Morales called the first time.

You picked up the phone on the second ring already mustering your chipper 'customer service' voice. “Veterans affairs.” You stated your name. “How may I help you?”

“H-Hi. My name is Frankie- uh-Francisco Morales." A deep voice answered you. "I’m calling because I have gotten my benefits check yet. It’s been a month. I was hoping you could tell me if it got sent?”

“Okay Mr. Morales." You flipped on the computer. "Let me check. Can you spell your last name for me?”

“M-o-r-a-l-e-s”

“Okay... let's see.” You clicked on his account. You were momentarily distracted by his picture likely taken when he graduated basic if you had to guess based off the uniform. He looked sweet. Sharp nose and strong jaw balanced by kind eyes and a shy smile. You could imagine how age would continue to soften his expression making him even more handsome. The image was a strange juxtaposition to the voice you were hearing on the phone which was much deeper and rougher. His profile said he was special forces. A pilot. The rest of the information was blacked out. Something you were used to seeing on many people's accounts but even his years of service were redacted. He must have been involved in some dangerous stuff, you thought to yourself. The dates that were not redacted were mostly in Latin America. You clicked over to processing requests. “Looks like the check got sent one week ago.” You informed him.

"I'll look again but I haven't seen anything-" It sounded like he was apologizing when clearly it was not his fault.

"No no. It's probably a mistake on our end." You interrupted. With how shitty and outdated the payroll interface was you wouldn't be surprised if there was a mix up. "I’ll go ahead and let payroll know to send another."

"Great. Thanks." He replied sounding relieved. The roughness in his voice gave way to a smooth baritone.

“No problem. I'm sorry for any inconvenience it may have caused. We'll get it sent right away." You hoped he was not relying on this benefit check for anything important. While you could promise you'd fix the problem, the administration was notoriously slow. When he didn't respond you asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with today, Mr. Morales?”

“Uh-no" The roughness back in place. "Thank you." He paused before adding your name onto his thank you which made you smile. People usually never remembered your name.

“Alright. Have a nice day and thank you for your service.” You chirped before hanging up. The smile he put on your face lingered for a few minutes as you returned to your book.

The next time he called was exactly twelve days later.

“Veterans affairs” you answered, your routine greeting cut short as your eyes were still on your book.

“Hi- I’m calling because uh I still haven’t gotten my benefits check. This is Frankie Morales.”

“Oh Mr. Morales.” You recognized his voice even before he even said his name. You quickly shut your book, pushing your hair out of your face. Had you been thinking about him? No! Okay maybe you stared at his picture for a few minutes longer after he hung up. Yes, it was probably very unprofessional but you couldn't fight the curiosity. You were trying to rationalize the contrasting sharpness and softness of his features with his voice. How it all worked together. How one person's voice could change textures and colors so easily. You wondered what kind of things this man might have seen on the job. Most of the veterans you would help day to day did not have so many redacted missions and deployments. You were in the middle of Narcos season one so you immediately thought of drugs or something equally dangerous. After much pondering, you had come to the conclusion that Frankie Morales was both insanely attractive and insanely courageous. “Still no check, huh?”

“Nope.” He sighed the sound making the phone's shitty speaker crackle as you held it to your ear.

“Let me just check that it was approved...“ you found his profile again and scrolled to the status page. “Hmm... it says it was sent out last Friday after we spoke. That’s so weird...”

“Yeah. Really weird.” He echoed your frustration on the other end.

Typical payroll, you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes. “I'll get another one sent to you right away. I'll see to it myself.” You tucked the phone under your chin and typed out a short email to Mary in payroll letting her know you'd be stopping by her office to explain the situation. You realized he hadn't hung up yet.

“Sorry for the back and forth.” You said, trying to fill the silence.

“It’s not your fault." The earlier irritation gone. "You’ve been really helpful.” His voice sounded warm and reassuring. Less gruff than it was last you spoke. Instead it was that rich baritone that you caught of glimpse of last time.

You feel your face warm at his compliment. It was this annoying reflex you had. Praise always made you blush no matter what context but it was worse when it came from a (you assume) gorgeous stranger.

“And just to verify that your address is correct- you’re on Maple Lane in Miami, Florida?”

“That’s right.” He confirmed.

“Okay. Sent!” You clicked send on the email, which caused the window to close and reveal Frankie’s profile page again. “I was curious-" You spoke before you really made the decision to speak. You didn’t want to overstep but once again your curiosity got the better of you. Honestly, you were just searching for a way to keep him on the phone. The day had been so boring.

“Your profile says you were stationed in Costa Rica.”

“For a bit.” He replied after a moment. He didn’t sound too defensive but there was definitely some tightness in his answer that made you feel bad for asking. Like you were scratching a wound.

“Did you like it? The country I mean.”

“Are you planning a trip?” He sounds a little amused.

“Yeah- well- kind of. It's more a trip in my head right now. I’d like to go there one day. It looks so beautiful.” You sighed closing your eyes trying to imagine the heat on your skin.

“It is." He agrees. "Really humid though.”

“Mm that sounds nice.” You would kill for some warm weather after such a long winter in DC.

“It was too muggy for me at times." He grumbled. "If you do go, stick to the costal areas where it’s more breezy or else you’ll just be sweating the whole time.”

“I don’t mind a little sweat” you shrugged, still thinking of the awful east coast winter you were currently suffering through. The sexual connotation of what you said hit you hard as soon as you heard the statement in its entirety. You felt your face flush again, though the man on the other end would never know.

“I’m learning Spanish!" You announced loudly trying to move the conversation past your awkwardness.

“Wow. Muy impressivo.”

“Si” you replied but after a moment you admit “I don’t really know what you said.”

Frankie laughed loudly on the other end and you couldn’t help but join in, drawing dirty looks from the elderly lady, Donna, working in the cubicle across from you. You ducked your head behind a stack of papers to avoid her glare.

“Fake it till you make it.” He chuckled.

“Maybe you should help me out.” You took on an indigent but still playful tone. “You sound better than duolingo” Your smile widened when he laughed again. His laugh was what you hoped it would be, by all your assumptions from his picture. It was an unencumbered, unburdened, rich sound with only a hit of roughness from the air behind it.

“Tell me you’re not using that dumb app to learn.” he scoffed, saying your name in an almost scolding tone.

“I’m got my thirty day streak today.” You boasted.

“You’ll be a total tourist if you go by duolingo.”

“But the owl is so cute every time I get something right!” You argued your voice taking on a more childish cadence.

“That’s how they trap you, silly girl.” He teased right back. Usually such a condescending nickname would piss you off but something about the affection behind him using it made you feel very differently. You felt warm like you were proud to be silly as long as it made him laugh.

“Then you saved me just in time, Mr. Morales.” You bit your lip. His scoffing and laughter died down on the other end.

“Frankie” He corrects you.

“Frankie…” You repeated it, smiling at how well the nick name suited the voice over the phone. Honest, sincere, and not pretentious at all. Way better than the pompous guys you know with equally stuffy names like “Edward” and “Christopher.”

“So what do you want to know?” Frankie interrupted your thoughts. “Dime”

You started asking him questions in Spanish to the best of your ability. Granted they weren't particularly probing questions. What is your name? What is your favorite color? What is your favorite animal? What's your favorite book? I am reading Gone Girl. He answered them all with patience and amusement, occasionally interrupting you to correct your pronunciation or explain what a word meant. Every time you’d repeat the word back correctly he would say something like “good” or “there you go” or “you got it”. You hated to admit that his kind words and his praise was doing something to you. You didn't even realize you were clenching your legs together unconsciously, almost in anticipation of his next correction or next answer. His low voice so sweet and encouraging against your ear, more tangible when he was speaking Spanish. You just wanted to hear more of it. Would it be this sweet in other situations? Would it get huskier or rougher? If you closed your eyes it was like he was sitting right next to you. It would be all too easy to slip into that daydream and escape the dull office.

Suddenly out of the corner of your drooping eyes you saw a flashing red light on the phone console meaning another caller was waiting.

“Shoot- i’m sorry, Frankie- I have to take this call.” You shot forward in your chair, legs uncrossing.

“Of-Of course. I should let you get back to work.” He sounded a little sad or so you hoped. You felt bad for interrupting him after you both were having so much fun. You wanted to say he could wait on hold but he killed that idea when he said, "I have work too. Technically I'm five minutes past my lunch break."

Your pout turned to a smile. He was spending his precious lunch break with you? Get a grip! you snapped at yourself.

“You’re welcome to call again if you want.” You threw out the offer in a small voice, scared you would be rejected. You peered over the cubicle wall to see if you were still being glared at. Thankfully Donna was away from her desk. Probably out for a smoke. “It’s really boring here and usually no one calls.”

“Maybe I will.” He replied and you could hear the smile behind those words. You felt your heart clench weirdly in your chest like it didn't know how to process the sudden spike in emotions.

“Bye, Frankie.” You beamed.

“Bye”

This time the smile on your face lasted for hours. Frankie’s laugh echoed around in your head, taunting you, sending your mind to the gutter. His voice went from grit to molasses on a dime. You wanted to be the one to bring out those sounds. You wanted to hear his voice bend and stretch and strain as you fucked him. What the hell is wrong with me? you screamed internally. You had never been so depraved and with a stranger no less! You clearly needed to get laid fast because this much yearning would not end well.

Frankie got the second VA check a few days later and this time he didn’t even feel bad about ripping it in half. He was already reaching for the phone to call you.

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