#i loved living at uni i got to cook for myself and my roommate made the best indian food

[ihatespinosaurus]

I woke up early on Saturday. I got out of bed without scrolling for hours. I could never do that before. I cooked myself a big breakfast. I never used to eat meals.

Saturday morning, I practised Roller Derby with my team. I never thought I would enjoy a sport, or that my team mates would like me.

Saturday afternoon I was at a friend's house with my girlfriend for someone's birthday. I chatted with all my friends and had a few drinks. I never thought I would go to a party. I never thought I would have multiple friends. I never thought I would find love.

Saturday night I took my housecoat out of the dryer and made myself a cup of tea. My roommate had made cookies fresh out of the oven. I never thought I would be this content.

It's so corny to say it gets better, but it does. I am happy. I like my job, I like my friends, I like myself, I like my life.

Just give yourself a chance to grow up. Give yourself a chance to live.

If I had killed myself when I was a teenager, I wouldn't have these things. If I had killed myself in uni, I wouldn't have these things. If I had killed myself in my 20s in a shitty job, I wouldn't have these things. I want these things.

Give yourself a chance. Give life a chance to get better. I promise it will. You just gotta give it a chance.

[leemarkies]

i’ve heard of the bachelor/ette & 90 days fiancé! but i don’t really watch them lol though i couldn’t bring myself to stop watching say yes to the dress when i first saw it hshdh but i do enjoy food network/almost any sort of cooking show every once in a while. i don’t really watch american ones since idk if it’s just me but their food doesn’t look all that appetizing? like the dishes only interest me if it’s like making authentic chinese/french/mexican/jamaïcain/italian food etc as most of it (the stuff i see made commonly in american families) looks pretty bland :/ (don’t even get me started on the sweets theres too much sugar upon sugar upon sugar and a ton of greasy foods) even my cousins once came to visit us and all they wanted was mac & cheese + nuggets and/or cereal… well one of them liked burgers a LOT so he had them too but like there’s no flavour profile other than extremely sweet or borderline bland food so i don’t really get invested in cooking that air on channels from the us/uk. though i do have my fair share of knowledge on cuisine enjoyed there and i do make it occasionally! - 🍉

yes to the dress! i love that one too hehe. and yeah i get it those shows are trashy so it’s not everyone’s cup of tea (i just love watching grown adults scream at each other on national television 😌)

yeah i get it american food is v v bland. my mom, bless her heart, cannot cook for her life. rice is always SO bland and undercooked. never seasons anything. really enforces the american stereotype. she can however bake REALLY well! when it’s her husband’s turn to cook dinner he makes, in his words, (pls read this in a gravely southern accent) “dogs and mac” (hot dogs and mac and cheese). my brother grills really well so i always push him to make meals for us haha

i will never understand americans (or people in general) that refuse to try new food. just try it!! just a bite! i feel bad for your cousins they’re missing out on tons of good food

[smoochkooks]

—chapter six: wish I was (heat)her

this is a part of my an ode to a broken heart drabble series.

pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

genre: unrequited love, best friends to (?), heavy angst, future smut

word count: 2k

summary: perhaps you should have listened and never looked. perhaps your heart would ache then a little less, perhaps you would break a little slower.

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a/n: hi, I’m finally back. I hope I’ll be able to update more frequently since I’m on my summer break from uni now. chapter’s title is, indeed, a line from conan gray’s ‘heather’. you’ll see why after reading. 

Dahyun knew from the beginning.

She is a busybody, to say the least. Always has been, since the moment you stepped foot into your university apartment five years ago – wide-eyed, timid, carrying a cardboard box filled with books, with your skittish parents trailing behind you. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Im Dahyun couldn’t be more than happy to (finally) meet her new roommate. Hence why, right off the bat, she bombarded you with a set of questions.

(”What are you studying? I’m majoring in psychology! Are you from Seoul? Oh, Busan? That’s cool. I grew up in a small town in the South. I’m a terrible cook, by the way. But I always clean up after myself, so don’t worry! And there’s a weird stain on the toilet. It wasn’t me though, swear to God!”)

If Dahyun worked as a police officer, she wouldn’t let the suspect say a single word.

Three weeks into living with Dahyun two things got confirmed: she was, in fact, a terrible cook (”Take-out food is there for a reason, right?”) and that weird stain on the toilet didn’t disappear even after treating it with your mom's extreme chemical mixture that removes ‘everything’.

Dahyun left her whole life behind in that small town in the South and welcomed Seoul with open arms. As a person who has never lived in a big city, she gladly let it swallow her whole. She only had one problem: she needed company. That was why she became determined to make you one.

Having female best friend had its cons, you quickly realised. No matter how close you and Jungkook seemed to be, there were always some matters of rather delicate nature, impossible to discuss with him because you were either too shy to do so or, simply, Jungkook didn’t have a womb. Dahyun was even too ecstatic to fill in for him.

Nevertheless, despite your personalities being polar opposites, you got along pretty well. She was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing, because you had someone to spend evenings with, someone who could make you laugh and be your shoulder to cry on whenever you had a bad day. A curse, because Dahyun was probably the most perceptive person you had ever met.

It was in her nature from the beginning, you supposed, and studying psychology only made her master the ability to read people. You aren’t an open book, ___, she told you once. You’re rather discreet.

She also said it was your eyes who gave you out.

The first time Jungkook came over, you truthfully introduced him as your childhood best friend. Dahyun wasn’t stupid, you were aware of it, but deep down you hoped that if you had managed to fool everyone around you for all these years, she wouldn’t suspect anything too.

You didn’t miss the sly smirk on her lips, or the way she teasingly replied with, “Ah, so you’re that Jungkook. Nice to finally meet you!”

When Jungkook left, she cornered you in the kitchen straight away. “Does he know?”

“Know what?” you asked, your back facing her. You couldn’t look her in the eye because you knew that once you did, you wouldn’t be able to lie. You reached for the cup to make yourself tea and then–

“That you’re in love with him.”

Your hand stopped midway. Was there even a point in denying now, you wondered. You kept it so long to yourself, this veiled secret of yours. Maybe it was about time you shared your burden with someone else. Someone who wouldn’t judge you. A friend who you could trust.

“It’s kinda cliché you know, falling for your best friend. But it’s also really cute,” Dahyun continued, leaning her side against the counter. “Does he feels the same?”

You sighed heavily and turned to look at her. Does he? He just had a date with a pretty girl named Soojin yesterday. The excitement on his face when he was telling you details was real. He wasn’t lying.

“Judging by your expression I’m assuming he doesn’t,” Dahyun said after a moment, tone of her voice laced with genuine pity. A nod from you was all the confirmation she needed. “Come here.”

And just like that, for the first time in your life, you let yourself break down in front of someone and cry about your affection for the certain raven-haired boy. You let her hold you and listen to your sobs. You were right, she didn’t judge you. She truly became your friend. “Don’t you ever dare think you’re stupid for loving him, ___. Don’t beat yourself up. You’ll get over it one day, I’m sure.” she murmured, caressing your backside. “It’s going to be okay.”

Dahyun might be good at reading people but she hadn’t predicted one thing: that you’ll be crying on her shoulder for the very same reason again and again, even five years later.

“You know, you’re like a female version of Han Seojun.”

Dahyun is a certified kdrama expert. You really doubt that there’s one she hasn’t watched yet. There’s plenty you had courtesy of watching alongside her, actually. Now she’s obsessed (”I am not obsessed, okay? It’s a drama set in high-school and I’m almost twenty-five, for fuck's sake. I just want to know how it’s gonna end. That’s it.”) with True Beauty and Han Seojun has been her phone's lockscreen for two weeks now. Yeah, definitelly not obsessed.

“What does it suppose to mean?” you ask and take a sip of your coffee. You’ve never been here before; this coffee shop was Dahyun's choice and you suspect it might have something to do with the pretty barista she was blushing at while ordering. (You’ll wait until she says it herself though.)

Dahyun looks like she has been waiting for this moment forever. She straightens on her seat and holds her hand up. “You’re in love with your best friend,” She bends one finger. “The person you’re in love with doesn’t reciprocate your feelings,” Second finger. “No matter how much you care for them, they don’t seem to realise it,” Third finger. You open your mouth to protest but she’s quicker. “You’re too good to act on your feelings and ruin the other's relationship,” Fourth finger. “Dammit, I had fifth when I was thinking about it yesterday but I forgot it. Anyway, you get it now?”

Even though Dahyun is partially right, you roll your eyes anyway for good measure. “Sure.”

Dahyun clicks her tongue. “I’m sensitive when it comes to second-lead syndrome. Do you even realise how much it pains me to watch you play second fiddle for five fucking years?” She shakes her head and sighs. “Men suck. Jungkook sucks. That fiancée of his sucks too. I was scrolling through her Instagram yesterday, you know? You can tell a lot about someone based on what they post, there’s even a study conducted on that so I’m not speaking out of my ass right now.”

Involuntarily, your mood brightens. Dahyun has a gift for making people smile. She always makes sure to lighten you up, whether it’s intentional or Dahyun just being her usual, hilarious self.

“So what does Soojin posts say about her then?” you ponder.

Dahyun's face is deadly serious when she says, “That she’s a bitch.”

There’s a moment of complete silence before you burst into a fit of giggles, Dahyun joining you. You wish this moment lasted forever. You wish you could cheer up yourself on your own like that, when you’re lying in your bed awake in the middle of the night and wondering how did you end up in a situation like this: stupidly in love with your best friend, who’s a taken man.

You laugh until your stomach starts tightening and then, like someone has twisted an invisible gear in her brain, Dahyun abruptly stops. Her eyes focus on something behind you and you frown, ready to turn around and see what has startled her but she shakes her head and mutters, “Speaking of the devil.”

Perhaps you should have listened and never looked. Perhaps your heart would ache then a little less, perhaps you would break a little slower.

It seems like she has just come, placing the coffee she ordered on the table. Maybe it wouldn’t be all so hard, if Kang Soojin wasn’t so beautiful, so mesmerising, so painfully perfect in every aspect of hers. She’s everything you wish but would never be. From her silky-smooth hair, through her porcelain skin, to the tips of her nails shaped like almonds.

Dahyun told so many times comparing leads to self-destruction. You might be a masochist then, it seems, because every time you see Soojin you keep asking yourself what does she have that you lack. The list has been long to begin with, yet you manage to add new positions every now and then.

Today, it's the sweater she’s wearing that hurts the most.

It was an ordinary, August night. One of many this coming-to-an-end summer, maybe even the last before you would part your ways for good to start living as adults. But just like tonight, Jungkook would be by your side. He would move out to Seoul too, live about ten minutes from your apartment complex with Jimin. You weren’t losing him, yet you felt like he was slipping out of your reach.

five years ago

“You’re cold, aren’t you?”

Hyunjin had just spilled a beer all over himself, a string of curses leaving his lips. Yugyeom was making out with Nari like there was no tomorrow (and perhaps, for these two wasn’t – they were bound to be separated for the next couple of months due to his upcoming military service, after all), someone yelled to change the music when yet another Big Bang's song got played. A bunch of high school graduates enjoying their last moments as reckless teens.

Despite the bonfire, you were shivering. Wearing short sleeves was a dumb idea, but the dress was so pretty – how could you possibly have thought of taking a jacket with you? It was scorching hot during the day, nobody had told you that nights in August tend to get chillier with each passing week. “I’m going to be fine. The bonfire’s keeping me warm.” you said.

Next to you, Jungkook scoffed. “Doesn’t look like that to me.” You heard shuffling and then, his white sweater was placed on your lap. “Here. Put this on.”

“What about you?” you asked, absentmindedly caressing the soft fabric. It was his beloved sweater, his aunt had brought it for him from America. There was no denying it was impossible for nineteen years old Jungkook to afford designer clothing, which was why he treated that sweater like a trophy, rarely wearing it.

“I’m good,” He smiled and draped the sweater over your shoulders. You heart skipped a bit. “Besides, your mom would’ve killed me if you suddenly got sick after I begged her to let you come here with me.”

It smelled like Jungkook. Fabric softener for kids he liked, mixed with a dash of smoke from the cigarette he lit up earlier. For someone looking at the scene from the distance, it could’ve seemed like you were lovers. Such a simple gesture, yet it carried so much significance for your foolish, teen heart.

Why weren’t you like Nari, brave and confident in her feelings, confessing to Yugyeom after months of staring at him with puppy eyes? Now she got to wear his hoodie and claim his lips with hers. 

But it was okay. Having Jungkook by your side was enough. His sweater draped over your bare shoulders was enough. You could wait for the kisses and affectionate touches a little more.

You waited. Except, they never came.

It’s the same white sweater he offered you to wear five years ago at the bonfire. Maybe it still smelled of cotton and smoke, maybe it now smells like her perfume.

Dahyun was right. You shouldn’t have looked. You shouldn’t have compared.

You wished you were her.

[lvnatiq]

Modern!au Felix Escellun x tattoo artist!gn!reader | Headcanons

a/n: Hey!!! I’m back at it again with my beautifully fucked up request fill. I’m still working on three other things, while I make you wait I took it upon myself to not starve this fandom. So here you have it. Please reblog or comment so that I have a crumb of motivation to keep up.

Should I do a smutty pt. 2 ? Who knows lmao.

Your hand slipped through the pile of designs that your colleague (and your close friend) had sent you to choose and pick apart from.

Unfortunately you were spending the night at the beautiful library of your uni, trying to balance off your school work with your actual work.

You didn’t mind spending your time under the faint scent of books and the mere sound of wood beneath you feet, but what you ‘do’ mind is the fact that the library is way colder than you thought it would be after the midnight.

Good thing that the yearning for finishing your work and leaving as soon as possible made it easier to concentrate on the task at hand.

It also made it easier for you to not notice the presence of an unexpected company.

That was until you felt the warm floral yet musky scent invade your senses as you felt the weight of cotton drape around your shoulders.

You slowly turn your head towards the owner of the coat who’s already making their way out. Desperately trying to find a way to make them stop but failing to raise your voice because of the circumstances.

The last picture of the person buried in your head was their hair caressed by the wind and their quick steps.

Fast forward to a week later, going completely out of luck with finding a place to stay you decide to ask help from your friend whom interestingly has a lot to offer.

With things going a lot smoother than you expected you stopped by the tattoo shop to finish your appointments with couple of customers before you left to meet up with your possible candidate.

“Don’t bother I’ll just call him here so you could talk comfortably.”

Your work seemed to take a lot longer than usual. So you kindly accepted your friends offer as you wrapped up the leftover stuff, finishing up the last customer.

“Hey, oh-“

The sight of your guest tickled your memories as you kept glaring at the glorious figure in front of you.

Felix, completely avoiding eye contact, placed the fallen hair strand behind his ear as he kept his eyes on the table of the tattoo equipments.

You quickly got up as you grabbed his coat from the hanger and walked back where you left him.

“Thank you for the coat, you really saved me back there.”

“Oh- no problem.”

That day you two chatted and melted the ice in between. Deciding to rent the close by apartment and start your roommate era.

Your friend smiled to themselves knowing all too well that felix was completely crazy about you.

Your encounter at the library wasn’t a coincidence either, well don’t think of him as a stalker now, he just dumped a couple of coins in the fountain wishing that you would be there that night. That’s all.

As you two moved in together you realized that there were a lot of things to be ‘caught off guard’ about him but you were most baffled by the tremendous amount of books felix owned.

“Hey Lover boy ! Would you mind recommending me some of them ?”

Felix blushes terribly and you love it so much that you constantly bother him in order to catch a glimpse of his flustered state.

Unbeknownst to you, the pile that felix left on the doorstep of your room was consisted of the books that he thought of you as he read.

Felix, abandoning his night owl habit, decided to fix his sleeping schedule for the better. Definitely not because he wanted to see you at morning before you got off to the work.

Insisting on offering you a ride on your way back home with his nice car.

Nearly every single day.

He knows that it may annoy you but he knows how much you are devoted to your responsibilities so he at least wants for you to save a bit of energy before you dive into the work.

Speaking of his nice car, it tickled your curiosity so you decided to check the price tag on the web and... well...

“Felix... you don’t so some sketchy illegal shit for a living right ?”

“It’s nearly impossible for me to work at the moment because of my studies. Why did you ask ?”

“Your car costs more than the apartment we are living in right now.”

With that, you discover that Felix’s father owns one of the most prominent chains of pharmaceutical companies and that he basically flee from his fathers mansion because he was pressuring Felix to take over his position in the future.

Being his puppet was not a thing to be tolerated in Felix’s book.

That being said, your domestic life with felix was pretty soft to say the least.

Cleaning together, cooking while talking about how your day went or getting to enjoy his expressions while he spilled his frustration against authors that didn’t affect him well.

Occasionally noticing the new cooking books appearing out of nowhere

and the delicious smell of food welcoming you after work, quite often than you expect.

Finally, more skinship.

One day whilst you two got through the gates of your apartment block you noticed the open doors of the elevator so instinctively you held Felix by the hand and ran into the mirrored box.

What you didn’t notice was the fact that you didn’t let go of his hand as you two went up.

From that day on Felix used every single opportunity to sneak his hand into yours.

Don’t blame him, it’s just that your hands are warm and the feeling of security that radiates from your fingertips is his medicine.

You absolutely avoided to tease or point it out to him because you knew that he would never do it again so you went with the flow.

You really enjoyed it though.

Snaking your arms around his waist while he is organizing the bookshelf. Feeling him shutter into your arms.

Nights became more and more enjoyable once he started to accompany you.

Everytime you caught him slacking on the sofa, you used his lap as a pillow.

Felix is extremely easy to figure out, mainly because he can’t hide anything.

Also, well

He is ticklish and you use his weakness against him, a lot.

Diving your fingers down to the sides of his tummy you started to tickle every possible sensitive spot you could catch on.

“Spit it out.”

“I-I wan’t you to- give me my first tattoo.”

Telling his words apart from his adorable giggles, needless to say you were ecstatic.

“Alright. What do I get in return ?”

“Name your price.”

You thoughtfully stared at the ceiling, humming as you blurted out your very obviously well thought out response.

“I want you to show me what keeps you up all night.”

You can’t be serious.

If you asked for an organ, he would’ve been more compliant.

You didn’t know what you got yourself into.

You basically asked for him to show you his ‘masterpieces’ that he showcases on AO3. Something that you were already well aware of.

“Deal ?”

“No !”

“Good ! Let’s see what you got.”

Felix anonymously contributed to the community by writing some of the most famous slow-burn stories on the web.

Just so you know, his author persona blew up thanks to the mind blowing, earth shattering smuts he wrote.

Yeah you heard that right

Smuts

Well he is fucking panicking now.

Nonetheless days kept on going as felix prayed each night to every single deity that you forgot your ‘deal’.

The days go on even if his worries don’t.

Did I say that Felix is a whimpering, whiny mess ? he struggles to stay in one position as the needle drags upon his skin.

“If you plan to keep on moving, I might as well strap you down felix. 5 more minutes and then we are done. Please behave.”

When you put it like that how can he refuse I mean you made things worse he is internally screaming at what you just said but he is not going to refuse a command when it’s given by you.

In exchange for giving him a tattoo you decide to let him give you one even though he’s inexperienced.

He’s terrified because he thinks that something would go wrong, his hand would slip or something and he would scratch that pretty skin of yours with a horrendous tattoo.

But you assured him nevertheless and offered him to draw something very minimal and easy. He accepted eventually.

As it turns out Felix is a natural. His hand is extremely steady and the tattoo turns out great.

Throughout the process he’s constantly asking if you’re hurt because he thinks that he’s doing something wrong but in fact he’s very delicate and gentle with the strokes and his touch.

You decide to be evil and use it against him. After you touch up your tattoo you lean in very closely and turn your cheek towards him.

“What are you doing ?” He stutters.

“I can’t possibly ask you to kiss my freshly made tattoo, so won’t you give me a kiss so that it heals faster.”

If his hands were steady before they weren’t now.

As soon as his lips left your cheek you held him by his wrist and pull him back close again so that you can lean in onto his ear.

“Don’t think that I’ve forgotten our deal. I am excited to see what you have in store for me tonight.” You winked.

Then the worst thing happened

The “tonight” came.

Felix was running in circles around the living room with one hand on his forehead wondering what could get worse after this.

Maybe you’ll be disgusted or scared hell if he knows.

He wanted to do nothing to harm your relationship in anyway because you and what you two have is all he ever wanted.

...and he believes that he has a tendency to ruin things.

But what happened was beyond his expectations.

Your eyes followed every single sentence throughout the screen, the white light traced your expressions as your eyebrows raised up and down and the corners of your lips inched closer to your ears. Your lower lip became a victim of your teeth’s assault.

He was so confused. Still waiting for you to lash out or make fun of him, at least.

“I used to think ‘what am I gonna do with you’ when it comes to you. Mostly out of frustration.”

Yet here you were with the laptop closed shut and your arms behind your head as you closed your eyes and groaned.

Slowly the smile plastered on your face grew.

”Now I know what to with you.”

[hystericalweenie]

Just Another Day at the Office - New Experiences

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part Four: Get to Know You

Masterlist

Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n had found herself stuck in a scenario she’d never thought she’d ever have to face: she’d been catching feelings for a coworker. While she attempted to adapt to her new job and work load, she also had to get used to these new feelings and figure out what the fuck to do with them. George made her want to take risks, she didn’t care about the potentiality of a broken heart with him, because falling in love with him made it seem worth it. Is George falling for Y/n too? Will he be able to reciprocate her feelings?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! Since you guys seemed to like the text messages between Y/n and George, I decided to include a chunk of them, since there weren’t any in the last part.

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s some making out, thigh riding and dry humping. Yes, y’all read that correctly. 

George hadn’t spoken to me since the incident in his office. I figured it was because he’d been occupied with his friend, but when Saturday rolled around, he’d make up for all of the missed time between us.

Bree had informed me that she was going out with a group of our friends from college, which she’d invited me to, but I assured her that I was feeling ill and didn’t feel like leaving the house. I felt bad for lying, but I needed to see George. I missed him awfully; I missed the way his bare skin felt flush against mine, I missed seeing his smile and hearing his laughter, like music to my ears. I missed the feeling of his locks in my fingers, feeling his breath tickle my neck.

I couldn’t take it anymore; I messaged him immediately.

9:13 pm, Me: Apartment to myself... You busy?

Buzz.

9:14 pm, George: Nope. On my way.

I smirked to myself, hugging my phone to my chest before ripping my clothes off of me and replacing my casual undergarments with my best lace panties and matching black balconette bra. The thin lace and underwear revealed my nipples sexily enough through the unpadded, thin fabric of the bra. I grinned proudly at the lingerie before slipping into jeans that made my bum look extra good and a sexy tank top with lace trimming. Was it too much? Maybe. Did I care at this point? Nope.

I didn’t care to put shoes on, plopping on my stomach onto my bed, waiting for him to message me that he’d arrived. I was shocked when I heard a knock on my door, causing me to get up and open it with furrowed eyebrows. It swung open, revealing my favorite man standing with his hands in his pockets. I tilted my head.

“You remembered where my apartment was?” I asked him, putting my hands on his hips.

He nodded, leaning down to peck my forehead before entering. I blushed at his simple act of affection, shutting the door behind us and following him inside. I clapped my hands together, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” I suggested.

He shrugged. “Sure.”

I led him to the sofa, sitting myself down as he took a seat next to me. I grabbed the remote controller, opening Netflix and scrolling through the movies. I laughed out loud as a movie I’d watched the previous night with Bree popped up.

“What?” he asked, his lips curling in a smile at my sudden laughter.

“Bree and I watched this movie last night, and it’s really funny,” I explained to him, trying to fight back the giggles that threatened to escape as my brain replayed the funny scenes in my head.

“Well, put it on,” he ordered, gesturing his hand to the television. “Let’s see if it’s as funny as you claim.” He winked.

I pressed on the movie, slouching back into the sofa as it started. I wondered if I should’ve cuddled up next to him, or if that’d be too much. I kept my posture, keeping to myself as the opening credits rolled onto the screen. 

As the movie began, I found my mind wandering immediately. My fingers began drumming onto the fabric of the couch, as I found myself staring at the screen, but my mind remained occupied with other thoughts. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as I began to ponder George and I’s relationship again. I had just found out his birthday, and it made me uncomfortable that he’d explored so much of my body, yet I felt like I barely knew him. 

“You alright?”

I turned my head to him. He looked concerned, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes fixated on me.

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I pulled my legs up, crossing them as I slouched, trying to make myself more comfortable.

I returned my eyes back to the television, trying to concentrate on the film until my eyes scanned the room in thought, as my lip was pulled in between my teeth again.

I wondered what his favorite movie was, what kind of movies he’d liked. I didn’t like that I didn’t have the answers to these basic personality questions. I pondered what his childhood was like, if he’d met Dean in the United Kingdom before prior to moving to America. 

“You’re doing it again.”

I whipped my head toward him and cocked an eyebrow.

“What?”

“You chew on your lip and stare off with your eyebrows furrowed,” he observed, moving closer to me. His blue eyes bore into mine as I guiltily stared back at him. He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, his eyes not leaving mine. “What’s wrong, love?”

I sighed, removing my eyes from our eye contact as my head lowered in thought. His fingers went to my chin, gently lifting it to meet his eyes again.

“I want you to be able to be honest with me, Y/n,” he admitted, his thumb running over my chin. 

“I want to know more about you,” I confessed, my eyes worriedly staring back at his. “I feel like I barely know you.”

He smiled softly, bringing his hand up to my cheek, caressing my face. His hand trailed down my arm, down to my hand before bringing it up to his lips. He kissed the back of my hand softly before holding it in his own, lacing our fingers together. 

“I was born in London,” he began, his eyes never leaving mine. “March thirteenth, nineteen ninety-two. As I’ve mentioned before, my father’s Australian and my mum’s British, but they chose to raise me in the UK, obviously. I have a sister named Daisy, who lives in London with my parents. I try to visit them during the holidays, but it’s not as easy with work. Sometimes, Dean and I will fly down together to visit both of our families.

“I moved to the states after graduating from Uni when I was about twenty-four years old; my parents weren’t super keen on me leaving to a whole new country by myself, but they wanted me to be happy. Dean and I didn’t meet until my first job after moving to New York. We hit it off so well, that we ended up moving in together, and not long after that, we met Andrew at the same job and invited him to move into our flat. About a year or so after, Dean and I decided to apply to Essence, because we felt that we needed a career change. 

“Andrew ended up being promoted at our old job, so he wanted to stay there, plus, he’s happy working there whereas we weren't, really. Once we started working there, I decided to get my own flat; the pay at Essence was much better, I was almost entirely done paying off my student loans, and I felt that I was in need of a different atmosphere. Hearing your roommates play video games constantly, and being the only one who could cook in the house was not something I particularly looked forward to,” he laughed as he recollected the memories from the past. 

“But, long story short, one day I’d been looking for Dean and I saw that there was a new girl, sitting across from his desk in a chair that I’d never seen occupied before. The way you talked to me, you were so nervous and innocent; After seeing you on multiple accounts, in the cafeteria, at your desk whenever I’d come to talk to Dean, I started thinking about you a lot more,” he admitted, his thumb tracing along my knuckles. 

I noticed his cheeks tint scarlet and he wet his lips with his tongue, still maintaining eye contact with me. 

“Like, I would go to the cafeteria and hope that I'd see you? I hope that doesn’t sound creepy,” he laughed a little. “And, when you told me how you felt at the bar, I was baffled.”

My eyes widened, as I tried to recollect the nonexistent memories of being at the bar that night. My eyebrows furrowed and I could feel my cheeks heat, wondering what the absolute fuck I said to him.

“What did I say to you at the bar?” I queried, chewing on the insides of my cheek anxiously. 

He bit his lip, staring back at me for a moment, as if he was pondering how to tell me. He finally parted his lips, as he recalled our conversation at the bar that night.

Dean got up from his seat, leaving George and I to ourselves. I grabbed my glass and downed the rest of the vodka soda in the glass, slamming the empty glass down on the bar and turning my body to face him.

“Hi George,” I smiled, resting my chin on the palm of my hand, my elbow resting on the table.

He turned to me, his lips curling into a smile.

“Hi, Y/n.”

I giggled, smiling blissfully at the beautiful man next to me.

“George,” I began, batting my eyelashes as I looked up at him. “You’re so great.”

His eyebrows knitted together, an entertained smile evident on his lips as he looked down at me.

“And why is that?” He took a swig from his beer bottle as I began my slurring.

“Becaaauuuse, you’re a fucking art director, which is, like, crazy,” my bloodshot eyes bore into his bright, piercing blue ones. “And you’re, like, crazy handsome.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me, smirking as my eyelids hung heavy, my eyes barely visible as I smiled. My face was red, as my cheeks had always heated up when I was drunk.

“You think so, love?”

I nodded, attempting to take a swig out of my glass as the empty cup poured nothingness into my mouth, reminding me that I’d finished off the drink minutes ago.

“You’re obliterated,” he observed.

“Want to know a secret?” I asked him in a sing-song voice. “I smoked weed before I got here, because my roommate told me it’d make me less anxious,” I whispered, giggling between words.

He raised his eyebrows, his jaw dropping before he started laughing.

“Jesus, Y/n, I didn’t know you were so reckless,” he gasped.

“Well, I didn’t waaannnnt to do it, but if I hadn’t done it, I’d probably be standing in the corner, too nervous to talk to you,” I admitted.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why would you be nervous to talk to me?”

I gave out a big sigh.

“You’re sooooo hot,” I moaned. “I kind of want to fuck you, but I don’t want to lose my job,” I admitted, licking my vodka-tasting lips before continuing. “And also, I got, like, cheated on big time in my last relationship and it left me with some crazy trust issues and self esteem issues. And, I haven’t had sex since then! It’s been two years, George, can you believe that?!”

My eyes blinked a few times as I stared at him, completely and utterly dumbfounded. My eyebrows were raised and my jaw struggled to keep closed. 

“W-was this before or after I threw up?” I asked, trying to compose myself as I felt my face heating up.

“Literally right before you threw up,” he answered with a small laugh. 

I withdrew my hand from his, using my index finger and thumb to pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. 

“I can’t believe I said that shit,” I groaned, leaning back into the couch. “I can’t believe you didn’t just laugh in my face, God, that’s so embarrassing!”

He watched me with amusement, an entertained smirk making its way onto his lips. I rolled my eyes at him, shaking my head in disappointment. 

“Well,” he began, playful eyes staring at me. “If you think about it this way, love, if you’d never said anything, then we’d both probably still be too nervous to talk to each other.”

I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

“Do you think we’d still end up, you know...” I trailed off, referring to whatever label we shared.

He paused for a moment, he eyes drifting in thought before nodding. 

“I think that you were made for me, love,” he admitted, his voice softer than before. He moved his hand onto my thigh, rubbing it gently. “I’ve never been so easily infatuated and comfortable with someone before you, Y/n.”

I wanted to cry, his words painted my heart with the love and desire I had failed to receive in my previous relationship. I blushed, blushing at not only his words, but his touch. The feeling of his hand on my thigh was anything but a soothing rub to me at that point, and my brain had addressed his touch far more quickly than it should have. My eyes dropped down to his hand, watching as it caressed me, just far enough from my heat. The contact sent me into overdrive, as my eyes moved back up to his face, scanning his plump lips.

I moved myself over to him, slowly leaning in until our lips brushed softly. My hands went to his shoulders, gently massaging them as I kissed him softly. His hand moved from my thigh and to my back, his other hand joining as he pulled me closer to him, our lips beginning to move at a steady rhythm. I moved on top of him, knees on each side of his legs as I settled into his lap, our lips still connected. He brought his hands down to my ass, squeezing my bum. I moaned, and he used my parted lips as access for his tongue. Our tongues danced together as his hands snaked back up to my back. 

As I straddled him, I slowly rolled my hips against his lap, needing the friction against my heat. I could feel the tent in his pants against my core, making me moan against his lips. His hands moved back down to my hips, guiding my movements as I rolled my hips against him again. He groaned, lifting his hips for more friction. My lips parted from his as I moaned again, tugging my shirt off of my body, revealing my bra to him. His eyes widened at my exposed nipples through the thin lace fabric, his hands subconsciously raising to cup my breasts. The pads of his thumbs ran over the raised buds, making me let out a blissful sigh at the intimate contact. His fingers ran around my torso, to unclip the bra. He gave me a look, wanting permission first. I nodded, looking down at his dark, blue eyes before his fingers effortlessly worked their way with the clasp, removing the bra from my body. 

He immediately attached his lips to one of my nipples, lapping at the bud and gently nibbling on it, as I tilted my head back in euphoria. 

“Can we, fuck, take this to my bedroom?” I breathed, looking down at him.

His mouth released from my nipple with a pop, as he picked me up and walked me to my bedroom. He settled me down onto my bed, not bothering to close the door as he settled himself in between my legs. The tent in his jeans rubbed against my core as he ground his hips into mine, his lips returning to my own. 

We were lost in each other, voicing soft moans into each other’s mouths while our hips moved together, too lost that we didn’t hear the front door open. 

“Y/n! I have some soup for y–HOLY SHIT!”

George peeled off of me, my hands immediately coming to cover my exposed breasts. 

I heard the sounds of her shoes against the floor as she scurried away, shutting my bedroom door. 

“I’m sorry!” she called from the living room, as George looked at me with an amused smirk.

I threw one of my throw pillows at him with a roll of my eyes.

“Shut the fuck up,” I groaned, biting back a smile of my own.

He tossed the pillow onto the floor, moving himself back on top of me.

“Make me,” he whispered, attaching his lips onto mine. 

I let our lips move together in a steady rhythm, before I pulled away, concluding our kiss with a peck on his lips.

“My bra and top are just sitting on the floor where my roommate’s probably trying to eat right now,” I groaned, embarrassed. 

As if on cue, the door opened as we heard the sound of something dropping at the entrance of my room, before the door closed again. I sat up, noticing that she had returned my missing pieces of clothing to me as they sat neatly in front of the door. I got up, arm slung over my breasts before pulling the shirt onto my torso, not bothering wearing the bra. I tossed the bra into my underwear drawer, before returning back to the bed. I watched as the man on my bed hungrily looked at my chest, not caring whether I noticed or not.

“You’re teasing me,” he moaned, his voice husky with lust. He sat with his legs criss-cross, watching me as I mimicked his seated position.

I could feel my hardened nipples against the fabric, teasing him with my now-covered breasts. 

I got on my knees and hands, prowling towards him. Smirking, I nudged my nose against his own, watching as his eyes watched me in awe.

“What are you going to do about it?” I chided with a whisper.

Without a warning, he captured my lips with his own, hands going to the back of my head to pull me closer to him. Our tongues danced together as we feverishly kissed, wanting needing the contact with each other. His lips moved to kiss the corner of my mouth, before moving down my jaw. 

“What do you want to do, love?” he asked between kisses as his lips began sucking on a spot on my neck. 

My eyes rolled back at the sensation, as I tried to control myself to answer his question. 

“I-I don’t want to, fuck, George, d-don’t want to have sex yet,” I admitted between moans as his teeth nipped at the spot, igniting more and more pleasure. 

His mouth left my neck for a moment before finding another spot on my neck, sucking sweetly at the skin just like before. 

“You want to ride my thigh, angel? Want to get yourself off on me while I watch?” he growled against my neck.

My cheeks flushed at his dirty words, but I could feel the pool of wetness growing in my panties. 

“Yes, George,” I pleaded. He pulled his lips away from me as I peeled my shirt off and went to unbutton my pants. 

He replaced his fingers with my own, fumbling with the button and zipper much more slowly, thickening the tension and teasing me. I helped him peel the fabric off of my skin, standing up from the bed and tossing them without thinking. I was left in my lacy black panties, stalking over to him nervously whilst he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for me. I met my lips with his in attempt to calm my nerves, my fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt. He pulled away to quickly peel his shirt off of him, making his locks look more disheveled in the sexiest way possible. 

He propped my legs up so that my knees were on either side of his left thigh, our chests flush against each other. His hands went to my hips as I lowered myself onto his thigh carefully, before slowly rolling myself against him. I sighed at the contact of my clothed clit against him, feeling him flex underneath my core. One of his hands went to my knee, pushing it closer to the tent in his pants. As I rolled myself against him again, I made sure to rub friction from my knee against his boner. His lips captured mine in a sloppy kiss, as I started to gradually pick up my pace. His hands went back to my hips, guiding my movements as I humped his leg. 

I felt the pleasure building inside of me, as I quickened my pace, desperate for my release. Our lips pulled away from each other, as I leant my forehead against his own, not able to concentrate on kissing anymore. My breath quickened and I moved my fingers to his hair, chasing my release. 

“Cum for me, angel,” he ordered, his voice soft, but raspy with lust.

I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth, due to his dirty words and the way this new nickname, angel, rolled off of his tongue. I hit my climax, as I continued to rub my pussy against his leg, riding out my high. As my breathing slowed, I attached my lips back to his, pushing him back onto the bed. He scooted himself up, allowing us to lay whilst our lips danced together. He rolled himself on top of me, as my legs immediately found their way around his waist. My fingers wandered down to his jeans, unbuttoning them and fumbling with the zipper while my feet helped me peel the fabric off of his legs.

I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I could feel another ache between my legs and I was desperate for another relief. He kicked off his shoes, leaving him in his boxers as the tent between his legs became much more present. He attached his lips back to mine before surprising me, grounding his hips into mine as I felt his clothed cock against my clothed core. My jaw went slack as another moan left my lips, my sensitive heat dripping from the sensation. He rolled his hips against mine again, pressing as much into me as he could. My legs pulled him into me, needing as much friction as possible.

He began picking up the pace, his face digging into the crook of my neck as his clothed dick humped my pussy. I felt his hot breath against my neck, motivating me to move my hips against him.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he moaned into my hair. “You gonna make me cum in my briefs, angel?”

With that, I released for my second time, my body stilling underneath him as the pleasure waved over me. I could feel him twitch against my heat, feeling small spurts make wet spots through his underwear. I rode my high against him, as my breathing slowly returned to its normal pace. He rolled onto his back, lying beside me as his chest rose up and down. I turned my head to face him, as I watched him do the same. He leant his head up, looking down at the wet spot displayed through his underwear. He chuckled softly.

“You made my cum in my bloody underwear, Y/n.”

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Unexpected Things II

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / slight Jin x Reader

Theme(s): roommate au, tattoo artist jungkook au, designer! oc

Genre: smut(?)

Word Count: 8,660

Description: Jungkook and you shared a lot things in common, an apartment, your likes and dislikes in movies and the enjoyment of sex. But not with each other. Making bets of who could get more hookups in a week or month.

One of the both realizes their feelings one day, and it might be late or just in time.

Part 1 / Part 2

© credit to the rightful owner of the gif.

CHAPTER 2

Getting that usual numbness after a wild night, you woke up and sighed. Lifting up your arms and letting them drop at either side of your bed, you became aware of something beside you. It felt hard, not like forgotten clothes after cleaning them.

You started to panic and decided to open your eyes. No fucking way. There was Jin. Naked and STILL in your bed. What the actual fuck? Did you get so tired that you fell asleep on the last round?

Wanting to get him out of your apartment, you began to fake a cough and waiting for him to finally wake up.

He stirred in his dreams, and opened one eye to check what was happening. As he opened both of his eyes, he began to smile. He dared to smiled at you! With his damn beautiful bone structure and full lips! Who does he think he is?

“Hey there,” he dared to speak first as well, damn boys and morning voices. “Had a great time yesterday, even though you slept on me by the end of it” Chuckling to himself and looking adorable.

Getting out of your trance, you responded. “Good morning to you too, just a little question… Did you really slept here?”

“Yeah.” Smiling brightly in your direction as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Want me to make you breakfast? My eggs benedict are really good.”

You wanted to drop everything by then, he seriously didn’t seem unfazed by your question or the attitude. Trying not to be rude to him, you just nodded yes and he started getting up. With such a good back view of his shoulders and legs, you sighed and thought what the hell, might as well enjoy this.

As he was putting his pants to go through the door, you just wished Jungkook was still asleep or already out and about. Sleep was calling you again, so you allowed yourself to sleep a little bit more.

While Jin was trying to figure out how he would come up with the eggs benedict recipe without some of the ingredients. Jungkook opened his bedroom door for Karen? Katherine? to go out already. Surprisingly this girl wasn’t loud and actually chill about everything.

“Well… I had fun Ka-...” Jungkook was waiting for her to interrupt him to say her name. It didn’t happen whatsoever.

“No need to learn my name,” she said chuckling at his relieved face, “by the way, i had a great time.” Winking at him, she proceeded to go directly to the door without looking back. Such a good trooper that even he was impressed. Just saying bye with her hand, she opened the door and shut it herself.

Woah. Now he was waiting for you to come out of the kitchen to see your reaction to the scene that just unfolded. He waited a little bit but the constant movement in the kitchen made him move to the room, wanting to share the experience.

He came face to face to the guy that accompanied you yesterday. Of course he remembers, he and whatever that girl was named heard the both of you having multiple rounds. Envious of the stamina of this guy, he just wanted to… Wait a minute, what is he doing here?  

“Hi there, sorry for making so much noise” Jungkook wondered if he meant last night or right now.

“No problem man,” feeling strange interacting with a guy you just fucked, it was a first for sure, “I’m Jungkook by the way”

Jin straightened up from the bottom of your food shelf and left the ingredients in the counter, proceeding to introduce himself. “Yeah, couldn’t introduce myself last night,” he said laughing while Jungkook felt a little annoyance but he seemed like a genuine guy, “I’m Jin, saw you talking with Hobie at the party.”

Right when Jungkook was about to respond, you came out of your room making your way to the kitchen. As if this scene was so natural, you sat down at the counter while they kept silent watching you.

“Feeling okay?” Jungkook asked

“I’m just too hungry and tired,” looking directly at Jin, he just shaked his head and grabbed everything he left on top of the counter to begin cooking. “what were you guys talking about?”

“Jin here was telling me he saw me talking to Hobie last night,” making a pause, Jungkook made his way to the coffee maker, “so where did you met him?” Now he was talking directly at Jin.

“Well I was his senior at uni, but I had to drop it for a work offer.” Kook and you looked at each other with impressed looks. Jin kept making breakfast with the same calm aura that draw you in. “So what do you do nowadays?” you asked, admiring his back.

Getting the plates and putting the food in it, Jin winked at you knowing full well how tired you were. “I’m a game developer.” As he began telling you the whole story of how he got to where he is now, Jungkook made his exit to his room, too tired to hear what he had to say.

While eating breakfast, you couldn’t stop thinking how someone slept in your bed and being fed by them. Crazy as it seems, you do want a relationship but don’t want so much drama around it. Okay, maybe you had like two formal boyfriends and it ended up badly and your character became wary of commitment, but the dating department it has always been bleek. So you just went for it with the guys you knew wanted the same. It was scary how Jin made you think this way with only the conversations you both had last night and right about now.

Finishing up the eggs, he started asking. “So where do you work?” It seems he wanted to know more about your background. “From what I can recall, you said you were an intern in a fashion brand”

“Quite an observant one you are” chuckling, you continued, “And answering to your question, yes I am, I kill myself every week to make the cut”

“So you don’t have time to go out or at least relax yourself a little?”

“Kind of, but thankfully all my friends keep bothering me to go out and unwind a little,” you said smiling to yourself, suddenly Jin’s phone went off. He answered it, giving you an apologetic look, he really wanted to hear what you got to say.

After the call, he said “Want to go out sometime?” this surprised you a lot, and it seemed your face showed it because Jin rushed to explain, “I mean, it doesn’t have to happen if you don’t want to, but I’m really intrigued and I wanna know you.”

“Of course I want to,” you paused, “I’m just a little rusty on the dating department though, but if you don’t mind it then let’s do it” musting your most bright smile at him.

He chuckled a little, “For someone with so much confidence to say that, it surprises me” he took a last sip of his coffee, “then it’s settled, I just need your number”

“No please or something else?” chuckling you went ahead and grabbed his phone to put your number in it. Maybe this couldn’t be so bad right? A guy that seems confident enough to be like this, should be a good decision.

Finishing breakfast, you both made your way to the door to bid goodbye. “I will call you later in the week,” pausing he stared at you with meaning in his eyes, “if our schedules match, we should go out for some coffee”

“Sure, I would love to” trying to keep your calm, “bye Jin” smiling up at him, he returned it and went his way.

“Byeeeee Jinnn,” an exaggerated fake pitch voice came through the living room. “God, I’ve never seen Ms. I never let my men sleep get so soft with them.” Making your way to him, you flicked his forehead, earning a groan out of him but proceeded to follow you to the fridge.

“For your information Jin stayed at his own will.” finally speaking about the matter out loud.

“That’s obvious, you wouldn’t let anyone stay over but… you didn’t get mad?”

“Got confused and irritated at first, but Jin seems different, he gets my references and jokes.” Wanting to change the subject, you looked for your purse and house keys. “Wanna go to the supermarket? We are low on food”

While at the market, you guys began to look for anything pre-made. Your designated stalker of the day was there making sure to keep an eye on Jungkook. Almost every time you two went out (which wasn’t too often because of lack of time), there always was a girl following you both.

At first it was annoying and terrifying, not actually believing the power of Jungkook’s dick. The girls were wishful to have something more with him, you understood the little hope the girls he hooked up with but the ones that only had a tattoo done by him were creepy to you.

Right when you guys were taking a turn on the cookies isle and you got a glimpse of a girl. Wanting her to go away, you grabbed Jungkook’s arm and pretended to be those clingy girlfriends for a while.

“What are you thinking on doing?” he asked, “don’t wanna broke her heart” pouting in a mocking way, he put his arm on your shoulders.

“I’m just trying to help,” feeling uncomfortable at the look you were receiving from the cashier lady that always compliments you guys on being such a cute couple, “plus, we are making the cashier’s dreams come true,” laughing to yourself and adding, “she is always asking why we don’t hold hands or something.”

“Shh, the girl is already leaving I think.”

As on cue, the girl was looking back when she was exiting through the supermarket doors. The three of you made eye contact and she instantly looked like a tomato but opted to run away. Jungkook was chuckling by now, but you hit him, poor girl just wanting to look at her crush.

“Don’t be mean, you asshole”

“I didn’t even made a move when she went to the tattoo parlor!” he lifted his arms in defeat, “When I was tattooing her, she didn’t even make a sound, even when I asked her if it hurt or not”

“I guess she is shy” you said while grabbing pasta, “you can’t judge her.”

“She wanted a tramp stamp”

“Oh…”

Continuing you adventures, Jungkook took out his phone to take a photo. Always taking it out when you “didn’t notice” but of course you could tell by his weird poses, trying not to get caught. He loved taking random shots of everyday life, you guessed.

“Do you want me to strike a pose?” asking playfully, you positioned yourself besides the snacks.

He just looked at you dead in the eye, but continued the “photoshoot” anyway. After the nth take,  the both of you made your way to the cashier to pay, some people were throwing looks to you guys, not caring if they didn’t like two adults having fun… you honestly didn’t care.

Later at the apartment, you were sorting everything out in their respective cabinets. As you placed every can and grocery on its place, you realized you had unwittingly bought the ingredients needed to make eggs benedict. Furrowing your brows, you tried to figure out why a smirk appeared while thinking about this morning’s event. Behind you, Jungkook was resting on the couch —as if he was exhausted from that market trip, roaring something you didn’t understand; you were so immersed on your thoughts to pay any attention.

Suddenly his voice was louder and clearer; he was now sitting on the table behind you. “Why are you ignoring me?” he asked rising his voice.

You opted for not sparing him a look; neither you knew why you were ignoring him. “I’m doing something called thinking, you should try it sometime.” You heard him huff at you. “What are you thinking about?”

“I was wondering when will you ever help me arrange the groceries,” you joked, he never helped you after getting groceries; he always claimed you were a better arranger that’s why he opted to place everything inside the same shelf.

He said nothing for a moment, he always did that whenever he had nothing to say; for him silence was always a valid answer. “You know what I was wondering?” he finally uttered. “Who are we going to share some fluids with tonight?”

Slowly turning around you flashed him a disgusted look, it didn’t matter how you had been living with him, you were still amazed by his bluntness. “You have to say it like that? Ugh, disgusting,” you followed his chat but not in the direction he wanted.

He laughed at you but still continued the topic, “Seriously, Y/N. What will be tonight’s criteria?

“I don’t know, for some reason I’m not feeling well. It must had caught a cold at the supermarket or something.”

“A cold? My balls,” he walked closer to you, resting against the counter besides you. “Every existing illness can be fixed with a good fuck, I can guarantee that.” Since you refused to make a comment, he kept on going his speech. “How about hitting only on somebody with an ex trauma or something. Sounds fun, huh?”

You were still getting things on their respective place, so you covered your distant demeanor by pretending to read the can’s info. “I really don’t know, maybe tonight its not the night.”

He playfully poked your side, wanting an answer. He knew how bad your temper could get and was conscious you would explode any second, but even so, he tried his luck “You know that you can suggest a criteria as well, right?; If you think mine are a little hard for you.”

You reached your limit. For some reason your mind was a mess, you couldn’t put in order and Jungkook messing around unleashed a volcano inside you. Slamming the can on the counter, you spat at him. “Goddammit Jungkook, fucking stop.”

Stepping away from you with a concerned, look he asked. “Why are you so bitchy? I was just asking a damn question.”

“I’m not being bitchy, I already said I don’t know. I don’t have to answer all of your fucking questions.” Running your hands through your hair your turned around and went back to store the groceries.

Jungkook received a text at that moment. He seemed annoyed at whoever sent it, not knowing if it was because of you or the sender.

“Who is that from?” you dared to ask. You knew you cause his now annoyed state, but you couldn’t help get mad at him at his insistence.

“Fucking Jennie just saying they are coming over to get ready,” already fuming from your behavior just seconds ago, he continued “so you guys are going to take like 5 hours to get ready or something right?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, but yeah we got to look great for the big day.”

“Alright… I guess I’m going to finish that drama I started yesterday”

Dejected, he went to his room, you knew he wasn’t actually annoyed or mad, but you really didn’t want to hook up with someone tonight. You wanted to fake a reason as to why but you already knew at the back of your mind. Also, your girls really took so much time getting ready and updating each other of your lives that it made it hard to comprehend how putting make up and dress yourself took so long, and guessing by his behavior just now, you assumed it added up to his annoyance.

This day was special because an important producer was going to watch Hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon perform at a usual underground place your group went almost any free weekend. They were known around the underground hip hop scene, getting a lot of people go to their shows but now that the producer was attending, it was a big deal.

Hearing the doorbell made you force yourself out of your train of thought. Getting up while putting the last can in their place, you heard Jungkook say he would answer the door. Immediately regretting his decision as the girls entered screaming for you, and saying their hellos to him.

Exhaling at the sight, he said “As I said before, Imma finish my drama.” going directly to his room, the girls looked stunned at his attitude, not paying attention to them, he stayed at his door frame to add something more. “When you guys are ready, tell me because I need to pick up Taetae, so we can go to the bar on time.”

Making a turn to enter his room, he closed the door quite rudely, startling each one of you. Signalling them to follow you silently, they did as requested and began rushing to your room.

When the girls entered, they started laughing at Jungkook, joining them you took a seat at your desk. “Okay, okay, we should stop. He will notice eventually.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Danielle said as she laid down on your bed, Jennie and Stella followed her as well.

“He is mad at me, but that’s not important right now. We aren’t going to a fucking funeral, so you better choose stunning outfits alright?” you started, “we need a good attitude to support the guys and get you little asses ready.”

“At once, leader.” Daniella made a soldier-like salute and all of you started to look for outfits. Getting ready with them reminded you of your times sharing a house together. Yes, it actually happened and it was such a mess that it made you fight with each other for meaningless things, so you all decided to move out separately because having four strong personalities was not a good combination.

The girls took out their outfits for the night, as you went directly to your closet. But something was going on in the air around you. Looking back at Stella, she looked nervous and excited at the same time. You guessed that being Yoongi’s biggest opportunity to make it, was making her worry for her non-official man.

“Y/N” Jennie began to whine, you knew exactly what she wanted but you didn’t want to give up, “Just put something slutty for once! You are not going to a fashion show.”

“Look, if I want to get laid I’m going to do it with style and still look sexy,” she would always complain that you complicated yourself with intricate dresses or whatever you chose to wear, “plus I think for tonight I wanna concentrate on the guy’s big night and not look for someone.” as you said it with such a calm demeanour, the room became eerily silent.

“What did you just said?” Stella look stunned at your statement. “You aren’t sick right? Did last night guy’s dick did something to your head? Was he that rough that your brain cells aren’t functioning right now?”

Cracking up by yourself at her questions, you began for the search for your dress for the night. Apparently no one else thought that the questions were funny, so you needed to explain, “It might be something to do with Jin,” everyone was speechless as words came out of your mouth, “he seems like a decent guy and I seriously don’t wanna play games tonight.”

“Oh lord, his moves must be awesome to stop Y/N wanting to play along with Jungkook,” Jennie added, “he is going to be devastated knowing that his partner is going soft.”

“He was already lamenting this event, that’s why he is mad right now but he doesn’t know the real reason right now. They even met while Jin was making breakfast...” Danielle interrupted, “DID HE MADE YOU BREAKFAST?!”

“Yes,” not wanting to give further details, you added “lace or simple?” you were referring to your dress for the night and at the back of your mind you wished Hoseok invited him. Wanting to impress him further. It didn’t hurt nobody right?

“Okay she doesn’t wants to talk about this… and lace, of course.” Jennie turned around to observe Stella’s still anxious frame, “Let’s focus on the girl that is head over heels over a guy she still hasn’t even gone to first base.”

“Ew. Stop talking like we are in middle school.” It seemed like these kind of talks took her out of her nervous trance. “Firstly, he doesn’t even look my way…”

“SHUT UP” you went to said in a rather passionate way to say the least, “Yoongi kisses the ground you walk into, so we are not going to start a pity party right now.” hating how sometimes the girls talked about themselves or the relationships they had, made you sad. They were amazing human beings, “Let’s get serious with these outfits.”

It seemed as your words made magic, because each one of the girls started to get their makeup ready and choosing what they were going to wear. At the same time, Jungkook was coming out of his room after  finishing up an episode, already ready to go out. With a tight black shirt and dark jeans, he looked great for the night. While waiting for you and the girls, he received a message from Namjoon.

namjoon: hey man, yoongs is jumpy af rn jungkook: whatta mean? for the perf or his girl namjoon: “his girl” he wishes lol namjoon: shit he saw namjoon: rip me

Trying to answer the ongoing messages from Namjoon’s chat, he received a call from Yoongi himself.

“Hey, y’all are really coming right?” Jungkook knew he wasn’t interested in the slightest about your group coming but his real reason to call him so suddenly. “Just wanted to check on you guys.”

“She is at my apartment,” he tried to cover up the chuckle that was threatening to be heard, “she and the girls are getting ready at Y/N room as we speak.”

“You better not spy on her” What possessed Yoongi to talk like this? His mushy side showed up whenever Stella was involved.

As Jungkook was formulating a comeback, the four of you went out of your room, ready to leave. “Man, you are going to be losing breath tonight.”

At the underground bar

Yoongi thought that Jungkook was kidding when he ended the call abruptly, but he wasn’t. His eyes were trained only on Stella. He noticed the effort everyone made and was beyond grateful having such supportive friends. But damn, he got to hurry if he wanted something with her.

As they were approaching him, he ushered them to enter the VIP room the bar provided. Everyone was making noises when he went directly to Stella but he didn’t mind them in the slightest.

“You look stunning tonight,” he whispered in her ear, “any reason why?”

“Today is a certain someone’s big night,” as she got closer, his heart beat increased, “I mean Hobie sure will appreciate my effort.”

“Wait what?” his dumbfounded look almost made her laugh. Of course this change in attire was for him, she just wanted to see what he would do.

“I’m going to talk to him, if you excuse me.” she began to run a little while Yoongi stayed speechless.

“Come back here you evil woman!” trailing behind her, he forgot there were more people around. This was a usual scene for everyone here, so they didn’t pay too much attention.

“They sure like this push and pull shit,” Jennie commented, “how many years has it been?”

“Like two but they are adorable, so don’t complain.” Taehyung answered.

“I’m not complaining! I just want them to fuck already.” pouting by herself, she grabbed your arm, “Come on, let’s get drinks before I get sad over this.” You said while laughing along the other two, going directly to the bar.

Jungkook started looking around the club to see if someone caught his eye, he could go for the girls that were already checking him out but that would be too easy. Without someone to scheme with, this was going to be a boring night.

After a little walk, he found a girl that fitted his taste and actually could talk without wanting to vomit on the spot. When he got seated besides her stool, he noticed how she resembled someone but he couldn’t pinpoint who, and apparently she was with a friend but he pay no attention whatsoever. As he requested a drink from the bartender, he became aware of  how both of them kept hushing over something and looking up and down at him. Taking advantage of the situation, he started talking.

“Do you come here often? I’m Jungkook by the way.”

“Actually I don’t, but I wanted to spice things up. I’m...” she wanted to appear seductive but the effect was different on him and the end of her sentence was blurry.

“I’m glad it was today then.” Damn, he couldn’t come up with something else to say without a purpose for tonight. He always needed some type of motivation to chase. “Wanna go with me to the VIP?”

“Of course! Can my friend come too?” her friend surprisingly just got up excitingly without hearing an affirmation from his part.

“Let’s go then.” Jungkook lead the way with whatever her name was by his arm and the friend to his other side.

This was going to be a boring night.

As you entered the VIP room again, from your peripheral vision you could see Jungkook sulking and looking at you with two girls by his side. Was he actually mad at you right now? Because that would be tiring and so childish. Of course as friends and roommates you have had your fights but they never lasted more than 5 minutes, but he seemed annoyed at the fact he discovered your actual reason.

It didn’t matter right now, you both were here to support the guys in their big night, so he has to understand. It was kind of bizarre to watch him like this, if this was another time, he would be sucking the girls’ faces already.

Making your way to one of the couches, the girls started to whisper around you. “Your man is at the entrance” Danielle said.

As in cue, Jin was entering the room with his friend Jimin. You wanted to laugh because you got excited over what Danielle said, it was kind of dumb to get like this over a guy you just fucked the night before.

At the same time, he was walking towards you and couldn’t hide the smirk he was fighting to hide. He was also thrilled to see you. Taking a seat beside you, the girls began to stand up, giving such lame excuses that it almost made you cringe. Were you guys still in high school? Geez.

“It was dumb of me to think I wouldn’t see you tonight,” he made a move as he wanted to hug you and of course you allowed it, loving his smell, “I guess the force is really by my side.”

“Ugh! Oh my god, could you people stop making such cringy comments?” your laugh indicated you dismissed the comment you just did. “Ready for the performance?”

“Hobie sent me several songs,” getting closer, you became hyper aware of people around you, your friends were mocking your expression, “but rap nor hip-hop are my thing.”

“Same here but I gotta admit they are really good, even though I don’t know a thing about the genre.” Looking back at him, you wondered how much closer he could get right now, it made you nervous and that was rare.

“Let’s not worry about that then,” sipping on his drink, he started playing with your hair. May the lord have mercy on your soul. This guy was going to be the end of you and a day had not passed, “people are watching and I don’t wanna contain myself around you, it’s that okay? You can take the teasing?” he said grinning, you just nodded your head yes and started giggling like a 12 year old.

At the other side of the VIP area, Jungkook was watching this unfold along Jimin, the later became interested in Jennie who was besides him right about now, who by the way, told the girls to go to the other side of the table they were currently in. Such a weird way of wanting attention of a guy. She had balls though.

“I bet you 20 bucks they going to get laid again tonight.” Jimin uttered

“Hopefully,” Jungkook heard Jennie say, “I think they might even become a thing.”

Jimin laughed at the statement, nodding his head and hugging Jennie, whose face became red as a tomato. He knew how eager Jin was to see Y/N again because he couldn’t shut up about her the entire day.

Jungkook couldn’t believe what they said, they continued to talk about themselves and flirt to their heart's content. Y/N doesn’t get that involved with her guys… right? Like if she did this, it would be weird because he has never experienced a Y/N going on dates or having a boyfriend. Just fucking weird.

The nameless girl beside him started caressing his leg, wanting his attention somehow, and getting it right away. She was cute and all but something felt off. Without a criteria, it was kind of odd to hook up with someone, but he didn’t want to be a jerk and leave the girl alone.

As he started to lean into her neck to test the waters, a man entered the area and told the guys they were ready for them to perform. Sighing in relief, he made a mocking annoyed face at her just to appease the mood.

“Finally!” Danielle exclaimed, making everyone turn her way as she was heard through the area, apparently already tipsy from whatever she drank.

“Is it going to be one of those nights again?” Stella asked. She referred to the times Danielle gets drunk out of her mind when you guys go out and gets really difficult to put up with.

“I won’t let her, we need to be screaming for our boys.” you told her as everyone in the room was making their way to the exit and directly to the stage.

“I know who will be screaming a certain name tonight,” Jennie intervened in your conversation while looking at Stella and Yoongi walking side by side. “They are finally going to hook up!” Laughing along with her, you guys got to the main area of the stage.

Namjoon was having a serious talk with Yoongi and Hoseok apparently, they seemed fidgety. Having such a huge opportunity, they can’t afford making mistakes. There were a lot of people in the crowd, you were amazed at how much people they could gather in one tiny place.

From your peripheral vision, you spotted Jin talking with Jimin while looking at you. Suddenly Jin winked, you got scared for a moment, you thought you were being cautious. As you turned around to chat with your girls, all of the sudden the gig was starting. Stella was screaming her heart out, of course. Jungkook was near the speakers with one girl. Assuming he left the other with someone else, you noticed how fake his movements looked around her, it wasn’t the always confident Kook you all knew.

Not minding his attitude right now, you focused your attention back to the stage where the guys where showcasing their rap skills for a while. As they were performing, Jin was getting closer from behind you, breath fanning over your neck and making you shiver in content.

“Enjoying so far?” grabbing your waist, he made himself comfortable in the crook of your neck. Creating this intimate wall between you both and everyone else. You heard snickers but it didn’t matter.

“Actually yeah,” turning a little to face him, “told you they were good.” Getting more comfortable with the position you were in, you could smell his cologne, such an addicting aroma.

Murmuring a yes, he kept talking, “Wanna go somewhere after this?” you could feel the vibrations of his voice in your back as he talked.

“Of course.” You left it at that while giving him a light kiss on the cheek and taking your attention back to your friends’ performance.

Jin smiled ear to ear at that, knowing full well someone was observing from afar…

When the performance was over, Yoongi made his way over to Stella who was flustered from all the screaming she did and of course the eye-fucking contest that took place between them. Being cautious of anyone seeing them, he took her to another place close to the stage, Stella followed him confused.

“The producer plans to take all of us with him to an after party at his penthouse, and he said to bring my girlfriend with me…” Stella stayed frozen at her place, did she just hear wrong? When did he started dating someone? “So, you wanna come or not?”

Yoongi started laughing at her baffled state, and couldn’t hide his proud look. He knew it was time to stop the childish game and be brave. Almost two years of pushing back the thought because fear took over him everytime he tried to make a move.

“It was about time Min Yoongi, I’m surprised you didn’t make me a song or something for your luckiest day.” Here she goes again with that attitude. He loved it.

Taking a step forward to him, she hugged him by his neck and tried to make a disgusted face at his puckered lips, always trying to make a situation lighter than it actually was. Finally, they kissed and it felt like those two years were worth the wait. Breaking apart from the kiss, he followed her lips, making her giggle a little bit.

“What time do we have to be at this after party though?”

“I don’t know and I don’t really care right now,” he said while looking at her lips, “come here.” Taking her face again, he couldn’t get enough of her, so deciding to take this somewhere else, he signalled to follow him to another place. She gladly accepted.

While everyone was getting ready to get into Jungkook’s and Hoseok’s cars outside of the bar, Namjoon seemed on edge. Getting an invitation from the producers, already getting the approval for an album and a studio for it, was a big deal. Taehyung and your girls were chatting up with Jimin, getting along just fine, while Jin and you were hugging because of the wind. Jungkook was already in his car with his girl.

“Where the fuck is he? We need to get going.” Namjoon started to whine to Hoseok

“Don’t know man, he went straight to Stella and I haven’t seen them since.”

“Come on guys,” you butted in, “we all know what it’s taking place right now, so no one has to fuck it up.” Looking at everyone around you in almost a threatening way.

“Alright, alright,” Jungkook made a comment after what it seemed ages, “We are going or what?”

Everyone looked over at him, the annoyed tone and demeanor didn’t help with Namjoon’s temper, so everyone opted to ignore Yoongi’s and Stella’s absence. You decided to avoid Jungkook annoyed ass for the moment and got in Hoseok’s car while everyone was arranging themselves in both cars.

Why did you guys wanted to go to the after party? It was a great question right now. Each one of your friends seemed to be making the same question because how much of a flop it was. Taehyung being Taehyung arrived making himself known by screaming “THE PARTY HAS ARRIVED”, but all the up-tight people seemed to avoid this scene.

After that, all of you splitted up to find what to do as Namjoon was with the producer.

“Why are we here again?” Jimin seemed annoyed at all the old ladies who wanted to hit on him. They were all around him, trying to bribe him to spend time with them but it was no use.

“I really don’t know,” Hoseok replied, “we wanted to make a good impression with them but they seem out of it and too old to party. It’s 11 o’clock for fuck’s sake.”

“Let’s get drunk on their expensive alcohol while we analyze which lady is going to take Jimin for the night.” Taehyung concluded as  Jimin started punching his shoulder but they indeed went to grab some drinks.

The party was boring to say the least, and even Namjoon who seemed the most anxious to come to the penthouse wanted to go already. He just took a couple shots with the producer and made an excuse to go early. The man in question didn’t make reaction at that whatsoever, seemingly in a trance with all the drugs and alcohol he took.

Jin and you were kicking it off, he was talking with your friend like he knew them for a long time, they seemed in a trance with such a good looking man talking… not blaming anyone. All of the sudden, the guys joined your little circle.

“So Y/N, are you going to take me now? I’m willing to be your victim for the night baby!” Taehyung had to be his usual beautiful clueless self, Jin just looked over at you wondering what would you respond to that.

“I’m not feeling it tonight… I wanna relax for today” pointing at Jin with your eyes and wishing he would get the message.

“What? Are you sick or something?” he stared at you with worried eyes but you answered right away, “I want to spend time with Jin here.”

Looking from you and Jin, he got it, surprised that someone could get you to say that instead of a snarky remark was surprising to say the least. “This night is too weird…”

At Jennie’s side of the “circle” you all created, there was Jungkook with his girl and she could notice how his behavior got worse from just some hours ago at your apartment.

“Hey Kook,” she interrupted what seemed to be an almost kiss between them but she didn’t care, “are you feeling alright? You seem out of it.”

“Kind of, I wanna go home already,” looking back and smirking at nameless girl, “I’m just tired from work.”

She knew something else was up with his mood, but she didn’t want to push it over. After a couple more shots and meaningless talk, everyone was having a seemingly good time, getting to know the new additions of the group and making plans for other days. Jungkook was just clueless on how the girl wanted to take part of the plans and didn’t knew how to explain to her  she wasn’t even invited to them.

As minutes went by, more cougars were trying to get Jimin to talk to them, but it was useless. Jennie being the protective type, she just shooed them off by taking his arm. His grateful expression was so adorable. Everyone else was getting more bored by the ambiance of the place and finally Namjoon suggested to go home.

“Finally!” As on cue, everyone diverted gazes back to Jungkook, assuming it was the fact that he was the designated driver for the night took a toll on him, everyone ignored his statement and went directly to the exit.

Meanwhile everyone was sorting out how to settle in the cars, Jin and you were staying behind deciding where to go next, “Wanna go to a bar? It’s near my house.”

“Sure, just let me tell everyone we are going to go somewhere else.” As you were heading towards your friends who were whispering among themselves, the little snickers as you were approaching were obvious.

“Lover boy and you going somewhere?” Danielle said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Yes we are,” returning the gesture back at her, “but just a couple more drinks and talk a little more.”

“More?” Hoseok said, “I couldn’t talk that much with you baby boo,” doing a fake pout, he went for a hug and whispered to your ear, “I’m glad you two are getting along.”  

Letting a giggle escape as you separated yourself from the hug, “See you guys later!”

While turning around, you came face to face with Jungkook, who said, “Got your keys? I’m going to be busy and I don’t want to get interrupted.” As he said it, the girl perked up at his statement, almost in a triumphant way that you couldn’t understand.

“Don’t worry about it, she is going to be safe.” You heard Jin approach you both, taking your waist between his arm, “I already called a cab.” he said smiling at you.

“Thanks,” smiling back and turning to Jungkook’s way, “and really don’t worry, I’ve got my keys.” You said, trying to calm his demeanor at the moment.

“Alright then.” Turning around without looking back, “Let’s go everyone!”

His words seemed to take them out of the trance they all were in, watching what was taking place in front of them, him and you didn’t stay mad for long and that was a well known fact. So this scene was weird, it wasn’t a confrontation per se but the vibe was just different.

As all of them got in the cars, you said your goodbyes and waited for the cab with Jin. “Is riding cabs going to be our thing?” he mentioned.

“Only if we don’t scar the taxi driver like last time…”

“Stop right there, you dirty minded woman,” he smirked at your devilish expression, “we are just going to talk and get to know each other, okay?” Grabbing your hand, as the cab was approaching, you giggled and wondered if what he said was going to be true. He continued his semi-speech, “You don’t want to corrupt this innocent boy.”

Laughing at that, you added, “Oh my god, just shut up and get in, before you say something weird.”

“As you wish.” he said smiling.

Meanwhile, Jungkook finished dropping Jennie and Taehyung off, and took nameless girl back to the apartment. To say the entrance wasn’t graceful was an understatement. The said girl jumped on him, literally, trying to attack his lips.

As he struggled to open the door, she was taking his jacket off, “I’m going to eat you alive…” She whispered to his ear. Was she trying to sound sexy? Or was she threatening him? After succeeding in opening the door, they stumbled with the shoes that were right in front of it.

“Come on!” she started to take his belt off, “Take my clothes off.” She said with a whiney voice.

He did as he was told, he was a good trooper and wouldn’t back down. As he was taking her dress off, she was making weird faces. Jungkook didn’t know if it was out of real pleasure or just wanting to be seductive and failing.

After taking it off, he swung her into his shoulders to get to the bedroom already. When they entered, she began to smack his ass. He hated it.

He threw her into the bed without any hint of chivalry, but he guessed it was her style of treatment as she was smiling ear to ear.

“Lemme put on a show for you, baby boy.”

Did he ever mentioned to anyone how that nickname turned him off? She was checking every box of his pet peeves and he wanted to rush to end this.

She stood up and started parading herself, as he was sitting at the edge of the bed, he didn’t knew what to do in this scenario. Was he supposed to be turned on? He enjoyed foreplay but this wasn’t his thing. While taking her thong off, she approached him and getting on his lap, trying to rub her entrance into his groin.

“Enjoying yourself baby?”

No. But he just nodded yes and kissed her to shut her up. He just wanted to fuck and end this.

All of the sudden, when she started to rub her now uncovered breasts into his exposed chest thanks to her, he perceived a familiar scent but he couldn’t picture from who at the spot. She continued her ministrations while he was taking his pants off, he was getting impatient, so he lifted her up and laid her on the bed.

Squealing like a little girl, she got comfortable, Jungkook proceeded to put her legs in his shoulders and giving little kisses in her inner thighs to get her more worked up. It seemed like it was working because Suzy? was being more loud than before. Going straight to her clit and massaging her outer lips with his fingers. He began giving little kittish licks to the nub and making her squirm under his touch.

While still working on her, he took his boxers off and began pumping himself, trying to get in the mood as well. This Suzy girl was grabbing his hair and making more guttural noises. Knowing full well she was already losing it, but something was a little off about all of this. His mind was on another place, the smell she emitted from before sparked something in him, it reminded him when you get ready to go out and spray yourself with your perfume.

Wait… he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he is eating some girl. Scared of what he was just remembering, he sped up his tongue pace plus adding a few fingers inside of her and getting an instant reaction. An exaggerated porn star esque one, which was another point in his pet peeves in bed, nevertheless he continued and wanted to get her to cum fast.

Suddenly, she started to squirm and demanded him to move by grabbing his face signalling to switch places. “I wanna to return the favor.” she said with a sly smirk.

He did as we was told, getting in the same position she was in before, his back facing the bed and trying his best to set his mind into getting his dick hard. He has never had this problem but there is always a first.

“Aww my baby needs help with little Jungkook?” Little Jungkook? Seriously? Either way he just nodded and added in a whiney voice, “Help me, please.” He guessed if he kept up with her ways, it would be easier to get it up.

It seemed this simple request along with the effect on his voice stirred up something because the grip she got on his shaft was strong enough to make him whimper, “That’s right baby boy, make momma proud.” Taking a long lick from the base to the head, proceeding to take him whole and surprising him. If she stayed like that, bobbing her head without talking, it might get hard. To help this, he started to imagine whatever turns him on, long stockings, ropes, cumming into a girl’s ass, you coming out of the bathroom with your hair wet and the sweater you borrowed from him…

He became agitated at that and got up, making her gag and it seemed that she liked that, so she kept on gagging herself with his dick. He was almost cumming but he stopped her, making her confused. “I don’t think I can last much longer… mommy.” He doubted for a second to say that, but he wanted to get the image of you fast.

Suzy straddled him with her legs, grabbing his dick and positioned it into her entrance, “How much do you want this baby?” Did he had to beg for this? Sighing he proceeded to answer her, “Yes mommy, put it in.”

He didn’t knew if his voice tone was convincing until she sat on him really hard, and started going up and down fast. “YEEES! IT’S SO BIG!” She literally just started, how was she so into it already? Either way, he began to thrust upwards to finish himself off quickly because by the looks of it, she won’t last long.

“Oh god… Jungkook” She got close to his neck and started to give him little kisses along his jawline, getting the scent so close again put him into overdrive. Grabbing her by her waist, he switched their position by now putting her back into the mattress and thrusting more faster into her. “Go harder! Slap me!” She grabbed his hand and it landed in her right cheek, this didn’t help him get more turned on but he was a pleaser, and started to go harder without slapping her because that wasn’t his thing.

After a couple more thrusts, they both came hard and he slowly pulled his dick out of her, proud not to call out a certain name. “That was great and all… but, I don’t do cuddling babe.”

After a couple hours, you came back to your apartment safe and sound thanks to Jin. The both of you drank a little too much, but you were content with just spending time together. Getting to know his struggles and desires was refreshing to say the least, plus you were glad to not have to be worried to get some guy out of your house by the next morning. He heard you as well, with all of your tales of how much work you have or how annoying your co-workers can get.

Taking you keys out, all of the sudden the door was opened, “What the fuck?” The girl Jungkook was with at the bar, now was staring right at you. “Are you looking for that asshole?” you were about to answer but she just went ahead and stormed off.

Entering your apartment, you saw Jungkook in the living room with only his boxers on. Seeing how distressed he looked, you almost didn’t noticed how much of a mess the furniture was, some upside down and some broken, it was going to be hell having to replace some of the stuff. “Man… what happened?”

“She started to go ballistic on me because I said I don’t cuddle…”

Baffled, you responded. “And she was that petty to be doing this to a stranger’s house?”

“I know right?” sighing, he continued, “I just wanted her out of the apartment, she was so unrealistic with whatever she said and did while fucking.”

“That’s what you get for hooking up with the first girl you saw today,” removing your shoes and walking carefully to your room, you added, “should have looked deeper.”

Something in him stirred up with anger, somehow it seemed you were mocking him. “Oh well, sorry for not changing over night for a dick you just fucked once!” he said, laughing to himself.

“What did you just said?” You didn’t expect this behaviour, you thought that after a good fuck and not talk for a little while would help his attitude towards you. It seemed like the opposite.

“You heard me.” Walking straight to his room, he heard you said, “I don’t have time for this nonsense…”

It was such a good day that you didn’t want Jungkook’s pettiness over something so trivial as not wanting to fuck for just one night ruin your sleep. So, you went ahead and started to take everything off and wipe off your makeup. After finishing up, you got in your bed with a heavy feeling

Who you were kidding? It was a weird long day and to have someone so close to you being mad… was just rough and tiresome. Closing your eyes, you decided to brush it off for now.

[printempolife]

reflections on the past few weeks

im not one to journal out my thoughts and haven't done so in awhile, but these past few weeks have been all over the place and I think I need a place to just let it all out.

1. being more independent

a couple weeks ago I got to meet some of my classmates for the first time and just hearing about their adventures living in toronto left me with a huge sense of fomo and also feeling that I live life too safe. my game plan from day 1 has been to live at home to save money but damn, just seeing other people navigating life, moving away from home, learning how to cook, etc just made me feel like I'm not mature enough and that I'm behind. having my own place with my own privacy would be so so nice, and living with roommates and having our own inside jokes sounds lovely. but ik that given who I am, I will prob continue to stay at home for the rest of uni and continue along my goal of graduating debt free, which ik I won't be able to achieve if I move out

2. love is messy and complicated

for as long as I can remember, he was the one I was in love with. he could do anything and I still found him amazing. and even though we're great friends, if he ever asked me if I wanted to be more, I would say yes in a heartbeat. and so you can imagine how surreal it felt when he did want us to be more. and im not sure if the feelings have faded, or if my expectations were too far fetched, or if the window of opportunity just passed, but it wasn't at all what I was hoping it to be. I used to think love is black and white: you either want to be with someone or you don't. you only love person, and that's that. but feelings are messy and even though through your actions you can choose one person, you can't lie to yourself. I learned that I'm not ready for a relationship. and even though I'm nearing 20, and definitely feel a sense of fomo, and even though I cried buckets throughout these past weeks, I think I needed that to come to this conclusion. I also forgot how much unrequited love hurts. something that you thought was going so right and then it suddenly collapses and breaks, and trying to pick up the pieces...it's hard. I can pretend I've moved on and act normal around you but I'm still not over it.

3. taking care of myself

wow I have been doing such a crappy job of looking after my health, whether it's having a proper sleep schedule, exercise, eating healthy, consuming things that make me feel happy....I think I need a reset or a game plan for myself. my room is constantly a mess, I'm constantly tired, and I feel like I'm not being productive at all even though I feel like I spend most of my days working and studying. I feel like I've made so many mistakes that I spend nights wishing I could undo, and while I think I'm doing a better job at coming to terms with what I've done, I can't help but be frustrated by myself.

4. grateful

throughout these past few weeks, having my best friends and my sister there throughout my crying sessions and my rants and all my ish made me feel so cared for and loved. no matter how crappy I feel, I'm so thankful to have ppl who love me unconditionally.

[alanakusumas]

92 Things Tag

I was tagged by @jakemckenzie, @endlessraj, @mermaidwarriorqueen, @elenasanchez, @lanapowellblog, @mirasols, @xo-endlessmayhem-xo​, @jessicamckenzie, @jakesmckenzies​, @craighsiao​, @zigsexual​, and @principal-mc​ to do this l’il activity!  Thanks for all the tags pals I’m gonna read all of your responses after this!!!

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Sprite 2. Phone call: My friend Becky, last week bc I’m an antisocial bih who doesn’t like talking on the phone!!! 3. Text message: “he SORRY I FORGOT TO REPLTY TO THIS”, fun fact this actually went to @zaddysloan​ lmaoaoao 4. Song you listened to: “Squeeze” by Fifth Harmony 5. Time you cried: this morning bc i had a lash poking in my eye 

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: naaaah b!! i have a tendency to end things off poorly ldkjklaslmdf 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Yep, it was gross 8. Been cheated on: nope!! 9. Lost someone special: not yet, thankfully  10. Been depressed: uh HELL YEAH LMFAO  11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: yup, during freshman year of college that was so yike!!

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12. Rose gold 13. Olive 14. Grey

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Yeah! Friends here and in real life, group work in uni really brings people together 16. Fallen out of love: I’ve never been in love but have had my heart broken if that counts 17. Laughed until you cried: always!! so thankful for my pals 18. Found out someone was talking about you: YEESS..,,,it was so wild someone i’ve never met before was talking shit ab me and then i met a friend in university who was hesitant to become my friend but now we’re besties and she spilled the tea to me and we both hate that girl who was wasting her breath talking ab me!!!  LMAO 19. Met someone who changed you: noone’s really significantly changed me...just minor tweaks in my personality here and there to cater to others 20. Found out who your friends are: Always known who they were, luckily!! 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: what’s a facebook list if you mean fb friends then yeah!! plenty nnnhhh

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: probably 85%? 23. Do you have any pets: Nope!!  don’t have time to care for another living being 24. Do you want to change your name: I used to, but not anymore!!  my name suits me  25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I went to Jack Astor’s and got my first legal drink and had good pasta with my old roommates!!   26. What time did you wake up: 9:30, but i fell back asleep until 10:45  27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching game of thrones looololol 28. Name something you can’t wait for: september!! one of my best friends is flying back to my city to study again, i can see my friends who aren’t in school this term, and my cousin is starting university down the street from mine!!  plus i start my job!!  how exciting is that  29. When was the last time you saw your mom: uh...may!  omg  30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish my parents had higher earnings!!  This would make our lives a lot easier instead of tightly budgeting and worrying if we’ll ever be broke 31. What are you listening right now: “Squeeze” by Fifth Harmony LMAO  32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: nope 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: my roommate’s boyfriend visiting her every night and always hanging out together i haven’t properly hung out with my roommate/best friend since she moved in!!  what the heck 34. Most visited Website: facebook 35. Mole/s: I have one above my left elbow and beside my left ear 36. Mark/s: got stretch marks, a tiny scar between my brows, and a birthmark on my left ribcage 37. Childhood dream: I wanted to be famous by 16 as a child star lmfoaooao 38. Hair color: Chestnut brown 39. Long or short hair: Long 40. Do you have a crush on someone: i have so many crushes it’s ridick, there’s my old-time forever crush , my group project crush, and the guy i’m currently seeing who’s great (i’ll commit to him when i’m 100% sure of my feelings) 41. What do you like about yourself: i like how i walk and present myself with confidence, took me a while to accept myself for who i am  42. Piercings: None! 43. Blood type: B - i think 44. Nickname: Viv 45. Relationship status: currently seeing someone!! 46. Zodiac: Virgo 47. Pronouns: She/Her 48. Favorite TV Show/s: Game of Thrones, Big Brother, Black Mirror, Riverdale, Westworld  49. Tattoos: None yet! 50. Right or left hand: Right! 51. Surgery: none yet, thankfully!! 52. Hair dyed in different color: no, i don’t know what colour i’d like to dye it actually!! 53. Sport: the only sport i enjoy is swimming! 55. Vacation: I’ve only been to cities in America: Montreal, Ottawa, Boston, New York, Washington 56. Pair of trainers: i have the typical nike roshes LMFAO

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: Probably pasta tonight!! 58. Drinking: Sprite 59. I’m about to: Go home and cook pasta lmao 61. Waiting for: Wednesday so my classes for the week will be over and I can catch up on tv shows with my partner!! 62. Want: To knock the frick out 63. Get married: Sure, but if I found someone that wanted to spend the rest of their life with me without the papers and the ring I wouldn’t be opposed to it! 64. Career: University student/intern 65. Hugs or kisses: both is good 66. Lips or eyes: Both!!  I mean, they contribute equally to shaping a face i find attractive lmao 67. Shorter or taller: Taller, which is tricky cause I’m tall myself   68. Older or younger: Older!! 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: nice arms = zaddy 71. Sensitive or loud: there’s gotta be an equal balance 72. Hook up or relationship: i’m having an epiphany LMFAO // at the moment relationships; i’ve done hookups for the past 2 years and although i’m an indepedent ass ho i’m starting to grow fond of the idea of having someone else by my side  73. Troublemaker or hesitant: a troublemaker who knows their boundaries 

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: Nope! 75. Drank hard liquor: Yup!  not fun would not recommend 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: yeah i’ve lost my glasses before and it sucked!! 77. Turned someone down: heLL YEAH 78. Sex in the first date: LMFAO once and now i have no idea where he is or what he do 79. Broken someone’s heart: yeah but he wasn’t pursuing me in a respectful way so he can suck my ass for all i care 80. Had your heart broken: yeah!!  twice!!  and it freaking sucked!!  it was those “not the right circumstances” situations 81. Been arrested: nope!! 82. Cried when someone died: like..characters..yeah...noone important to me has passed away (thankfully!) 83. Fallen for a friend: yeah!!  my ex roommate!!!  who i’m currently seeing lMFAO

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: mmm academic and career wise?? nope!!  personally??  heck yeah 85. Miracles: yes!! 86. Love at first sight:no!!! 87. Santa Claus: fun fact my mom told me santa claus ain’t real so!! 88. Kiss on the first date: ALL THE DAMN TIME LMFAO 89. Angels: nope!!

OTHER:

90. Current best friend’s name: mercedes and tina aka @zaddysloan and @endlessraj 91. Eyecolor: Dark brown 92. Favorite movie: The Help

I would tag people, but I’m pretty sure I’m one of the last ones to do this activity so!!!  If you haven’t yet then I’m tagging you!!

[demonialex]

2018 wrap up

I did this last year (well technically january of this year) and I remember really enjoying doing it sooo I’ma do it agian. Under a cut cause this might get a bit long!

First let’s take a look back at my old goals from years past and see what I accomplished so far!

Graduate senior year <- this was about high school and yes I did!!

Get high grades <- last semester was hm a bit stressful but I was still able to get p good grades and this semester my lowest grade was around 93.8% I think but the professor rounded it to an A sooo YES HELLA HIGH GRADES!!

Pass to at least one university <- Yup, I had passed to a few but alas student visa didn’t let me go to my top choices so here we are!

Read at least one book <- uhhhhhh I started a few but I don’t think I finished any? 

Watch at least one anime <- pretty sure I didn’t do that

Get better at drawing <- hmmm debatable. sometimes I think I did but other times not really?

Write at least one book (or start it) <- nope but I have a few ideas cooking up with some friends!

One national trip <-yesss did a few actually!

One international trip <- yup, went to Brazil!

Get an apartment <- yes? Not solo, but I got a new place with roomates!!

Get fit <- hmmm I did in the beginning of the year then I slacked off and now I’m slowly getting fit again!

Kiss someone <- I was about to say I didn’t but then I remembered that yup I did. Damn, 2018 really felt like years long lmao

Have a romance <- nah

Meet new people <- yup!!! met quite a few actually!!

Learn a new skill (aka a language or how to play an instrument or game etc) <- uhhh I’m trying to polish up some of my language skills, art ones, got a bit better at writing, and I got better at coping soooo I think so?

Draw at least once a day <- pfff no! I tried but yeah it didn’t last long askjdhgkgj I drew quite a bit though!!

Take a picture at least once a day <- nope also couldn’t achieve this lmao but I took a few pictures this year yeah

Go to at least one anime convention <- shockingly enough I did! HolMat! She-ra convinced me to go to a con kljsdhgkjsldg

Keep my bedroom clean <- uhhhhhh it was clean but it was also a bit messy most of the time oops

Learn how to cook new things <- Y E S!! FINALLY!! I cooked a fair amount this year! Biscottis, pancakes, crepes, omelets...

Keep a diary/journal <- uhhh I did for a bit but then I forgot about it... I really should do it again though...

Okay so onto the good things that happened this year! This contains NSFW stuff btw so be warned!

Got a bit fitter (can feel baby guns!!)

Got way better at coping

Mental health is doing quite better!!

Got really good grades (and even straight As this semester!!)

Won a xbox one s in one of those prize things where you put a little ticket or enter your name and they pick one of the tickets! 

I actually really enjoyed bottoming for once! I know I’m shocked too

Went to Rio and thoroughly enjoyed myself!! That was probably the home trip I enjoyed the most!

On that note, I finally met Lara’s gf!! And I slept over at Lara’s!! We spent so much time together I loved it!

Went to Boston!!

Went to Chicago!!

Made new friends!!

Moved to an apartment with some roommates

Went to key west

Went to a fortune teller (is that what you call them?)

Saw my baby cousins!! They grew up soooo much!

Got my student visa renewed

Got my canadian eTA accepted!!

Watched so many good new shows (she-ra, sharp objects, killing eve, for the people, etc)

And listened to amazing songs!

And watched awesome movies! (incredibles 2, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, Ocean’s 8, a quiet place, disobedience, etc)

And read fantastic fanfics!

Oh oh I got an iPad!! It’s so cool to draw on itttt

Used my uni’s cintiq a bunch of times and holy shit that was freakin awesome!

Went to HolMat!

Visited Harvard!!!!!!

Went to the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston!

Watched Hayley Kiyoko live!!!!!!!!

Voluntered at sunscreen film festival and even went to the women in film panel!

Visited Jupiter, FL (I’ve been meaning to visit it since I read about it in a faberry fanfic lmao)

Also went to Juno Beach!

And Cocoa Beach!

Went to NASA space kennedy center

Re-visited WEAM - World Erotic Art Museum 

Two of my professors actually told me I should apply to grad school cause they think I would be rly good!!!

Lessons learned this year:

Sometimes the universe might try to tell you things. Listen! To! It! If you’re about to make a big decision and something happens that doesn’t allow you to make that decision, take a step back, wait a bit, consider if you really should do the thing!

You might not be able to keep every bad thing from happening to you, but you can learn to cope with it! So change what you can change, and try to adapt to the things you can’t

On that note, learn from bad experiences

Friendship love is just as important as romantic love! 

Cherish the good things that do happen in your life, regardless of how small! Maybe you didn’t win the lotto, but hey you saw a cute dog today! It’s not the same, but it was still a good moment, so hold on to those, let yourself be happy over even the tiniest of things!

Try to not stress too much. Try to take things one day at a time. Don’t put too much on your plate - try to prioritize things, and get through them at your pace instead of trying to do a thousand things at once.

Life is truly a mystery. Things change constantly, even if sometimes it might seem like they don’t. Keep an open mind and be ready for all of life’s turns and twists.

Make! Your! Mental! Health! A! Priority!!!! Don’t give up on your treatment, don’t put yourself in a situation that you know will harm your mental health if you have an option to forego it.

Good things that happened last year: [x] 

Life-long good events/experiences/life lessons: [x] 

[words-spell-my-life]

7th Feb

I don’t know what’s going on. Everything has changed and I feel like I’m being suspended in the middle of a storm while everything just happens around me. 

I slept with my best friend. 

We went to a 90s party and we were all very drunk - me especially i think - and me and ed were each talking to our flat mate and somehow she managed to get us both to ‘admit’ that we liked each other (more on that later) and he kept saying that he was scared i was just saying it because i was drunk so i told him i’d felt like this for a while and then he kissed me. In that moment i forgot about living with him and the girl he was sleeping with who lives downstairs and is meant to be my friend; all i could do was kiss him because that’s all i’ve wanted to do for so long. Outside, this girl’s friends were all kicking off and one of them hit ed in the face but we all made it back to the flat and i remember pouring my heart out to one of my other flat mates while ed apparently cried outside in the corridor. Then the flat mate who had initiated all of this told me that ed was in my room and that he wanted to talk to me. So, i went inside and sat down on the bed next to him and i can’t really remember if we spoke much but i think he kissed me more and then we both went to the loo, took off our shoes and then he started kissing me more and i kissed him back and tried to lie down on my bed but smashed my head against the wall so he hugged me while we both laughed and then we started undressing and before you know it i was sleeping with my best friend. The next morning we woke up at about 8ish and he traced patterns on my skin and then i kissed him - sober for the first time - and then we had sex again. Afterwards he went to the kitchen to make us both bacon sandwiches and coffee and while we sat together i texted my best friend from back home and told her and ed texted his roommate then all of a sudden i started to feel really sick so i had to sprint to my bathroom where i instantly threw up my bacon sandwich and coffee. We didn’t see each other much that day because i was in bed being sick and calling my friends from back home to tell them what was going on. 

Ed stayed in my bed on sunday night, we slept together again on monday, on tuesday he stayed in his own bed and then on wednesday he came into my room to talk to me. He sat own on my bed and told me that he thinks we should just go back to being friends. He said that the timing wasn’t right and that it was too weird. He’s said it was weird before but not ‘too’ weird. I kept telling him that it was fine but i really wasn’t fine. But still, i held on hope that soon the timing would be right and we would be together. I cried quite a bit and after he left i had to ask him to come back and give me another hug because i just wanted the support of my best friend but that’s him.. Anyway, we all went out on thursday like we always do and i was fine, i wasn’t going to drink too much and everything was going to be okay. However outside the club, i was stood with a couple of friends including my flatmate who started all of this and over the road i saw ed talking to the girl he’d been sleeping with before getting with me. Now, before all of this i quite liked the girl but she was seeing him for 2 weeks and seeing them together always bothered me. I liked him and she was everything that i wasn’t. Anyway after he broke things off she went psycho and drank until she passed out and cut herself and made a voodoo doll of ed. I get that she was upset but that was too much. Anyway, she’d said ‘it’s a good job it ended because otherwise after a couple of months i’d get scared of commitment and run away anyway’. but i saw all of this and i was fine. I was fine until we got our very drunk flat mate back home and then it was only me and ed left awake. 

i asked him ‘did you ever like me?’ and i can’t fully remember what he said but it was something along the lines of ‘it’s not that i never liked you or that i wouldn’t or couldn’t ever like you, the timing was just bad’ so obviously i started crying and he came over and hugged me and we were talking and then he said ‘i think i still have feelings for ruth’ (the other girl) so i fully broke down because it was the first time i’d ever heard him say he had feelings for her and he just kept hugging me and telling me that he was sorry and then he started crying. he said that he was sorry for hurting me and that he should’ve never kissed me if he wasn’t 100% sure and he’s scared because he doesn’t feel things for people the way they feel for him. He said that everyone gets so attached and then he just ends up hurting them when he breaks it off which is why he broke it off with me so soon because he didn’t want to put me through that. i told him that one day he’d meet someone and he’d feel everything for her and that everything would work out. Thing is, neither of us open up about our feelings but we stayed up until 5am crying and talking and hugging and i kept telling him that all that i wanted was for him to be happy and if that meant that we couldn’t be together and he ended up seeing ruth then that was okay. So i remember him saying something like ‘you’d be okay if i started seeing ruth again?’ and i was like ‘yeah yeah, that’s fine, yeah.... no’ and truly i wouldn’t be fine with that at all. it would fucking break me. i told him, if he does start seeing her again that i don’t want him to always talk about her around me because then i’d start comparing myself to her and i know i’ll just become self destructive. he told me that he never wanted to hurt me and then we went to bed. I got changed and everything but when i actually got into bed i was crying so much that i could barely breath and i was worried i was going to do something stupid so i messaged him saying that i couldn’t be alone that night so he came and stayed in my bed and hugged me while i cried. At one point, i think after he was already asleep, i started crying crazy hard because i realised that this would probably be the last time that he slept in my bed and i’d tarnished that memory by being a crying mess.

After that night i haven’t cried to him. He made me promise to talk to him if i ever wanted to or needed to but i also don’t want to bother him and come across as desperate. So, i called my mum and my best friend and i cried down the phone to both of them for hours at a time and that definitely helped but i still want to talk to ed more about it. i want to tell him that seeing ruth isn’t going to be good for either of them in the long term and it’s not just me being selfish and jealous (although that plays into it) but i do just want him to be happy and seeing him heartbroken in a couple of months when she fucks off is going to hurt me just as much as it’s going to hurt him. 

At the second though, i just feel like i’m repressing everything so much because i don’t went to be upset anymore so i’m just making myself not feel anything and now i feel numb. i hate feeling like this but i just needed a break from the physical pain in my chest that wouldn’t go away right after everything happened. I remember just talking to my mum and sobbing grabbing my chest and saying ‘how can i make it end? i want it to stop hurting. i want it to be easier’ but there is no way that this can get easier. it fucking hurts. but he’s worth it even if he doesn’t believe that he is. 

He said ‘one day you’re going to realise that i’m not worth it’ but he is. he really really is and i love him with all my heart. the only regrets i have about this whole situation is not appreciating it enough when i had it. i wish that i would’ve come up behind him and hugged him while he was cooking and lean against him when we were sat at the kitchen table. instead, i let my own insecurities tell me that he wouldn't want that and that was one of the reasons i think it was so weird. I’m still going to wait for him. I still have hope that we will end up together. We have 3 years of uni and a whole lifetime of friendship. the timing wasn’t right this time around but we still have so much time and who knows what could happen. i love him so much and i want to spend my life with him in one way or another. i never want to lose him completely.