#i spent way too fucking long on this lmaoo

[ravengards-rogue]

✧ barbarian + gender neutral tav, bottom/sub gale, top + dom!tav, gutting a fish, horny to horny tadpole communication lol 18+

gale daydreams too long about the rough callouses on your hands on his skin.

you answer him in short sentences when he mentions them but he's come to realize this isn't disinterest. you just aren't one for talking much, and you listen to him intently. occasionally you'll remember something entirely arbitrary he's told you - and he'll feel his heart stammer like a boy in love and not a man of middle age.

he notices your hands first when he tries teaching you the weave. the times after, you're healing him because he's been battered relentlessly in battle. calloused hands - the kind of hands that wield weapons and massacre. gale has seen you rage so often, though he's never thought anything of it. you're polar opposites in all aspects but especially that kind of raw power.

(the story of them goes that you used to tussle with bears as a child. when asked to elaborate, you shrug passively. apparently all that matters is that you won more often than you lost.)

he likes your hands. your hands are calloused and scarred. all of you is scarred, but your hands especially. split knuckles and thick, coarse skin that's been split and healed with nothing but time. strong, capable hands that carry fresh hunt into the camp and butcher them close to the water so the blood can be washed away. his are soft and smooth, a calm life in the vibrant and advanced city of waterdeep has made them so. the most violence he's ever received until recently, a paper cut from an especially feisty tome.

gale spends too long looking at them. you notice his gaze, naturally perceptive. and gale - well gale flushes. he's leering, and his thoughts are all but appropriate.

he's not prone to shyness. but you're a little different from those he kept in his past. constructed with that sort of unfamiliar grit makes his stomach churn with desire that burns white hot. gods.

it's inappropriate - entirely. together at camp with a makeshift table and cutting board (a slab of wood, really). you're cooking together, and gale is watching you gut a fish. your fingers are soaked in blood as you carefully scale and clean skin. there's also a fresh body you've so morbidly carried for astarion to eat.

you glance at him, head tilted - brow taut with interest.

"something on your mind, wizard?"

"not particularly," he replies, trying to avert his gaze. you go back to your task, the barest amusement on your face.

"you're a shit liar." and then, as if you sense that you can't pull more out of him - he feels something electric brush against his spine. the tadpole, your tadpole. you reach out to him through it. the voice in your mind is entangles with his as he allows you to touch his thoughts. you never do so without being careful.

it's...oddly euphoric, makes his stomach feel honeyed with lust. a harsh way of speech coupled by a soft whisper. stop being lewd or you'll cook yourself on a flame.

it's an instant protest, though between you is only silence.

"lewd?" he says in a whisper yell. you don't reply to his exclaiming. nor do you mask your amusement. you're enjoying this. your hands make quick work of flaying the dead sea creature. the head goes into the soup. you dunk the bloodied carcass in water leaving delicate white fish behind, then you use a dagger to carve the bones from it.

the blood stains your fingers. even with the savagery you're always committing, your delicate with the flesh.

you press into his mind, a knowing glance at the way his eyes lock onto the gesture.

gale is hesitant to let you in again. you shrug.

"even if you don't want to tell me what ways you want me to fuck you," you say, low enough so that only gale hears it. "well. you're a bit of a lost cause on hiding it."

gale is so momentarily scandalized he just stops. a smile tugs at your lips as you look at him more directly this time. heat licks at his his calves, a little ashamed as he lets you in.

(the images conjured in his mind are imperfect but vivid. all of them terribly rough. his mind desires it more than his body, to feel the roguish warmth of your palms handle his limbs in ways so untender some gods would consider it against them. a harsh first around his cock or around his throat, thumbs pressing into pulsing heart. hardened touches rounded with tender praise.

fingers inside of him. gale laid out over your lap - tucked into you in some completely vulnerable way.

there's a single undercurrent desire, one for you make a mess of him and it's louder and more attention seeking than all the rest. the need to be under your thumb makes his cock twitch so hard it's painful.

he imagines himself spent in your arms, cumming helplessly. limp against the strength of your chest and arms. the thought makes his physical body shiver.

the idea lingers so deep in the recesses of his mind he wonders if they're being projected right.)

he severs the connection when the embarrassment catches up to him, waiting anxiously for whatever thing you might end up saying. there's a smirk on your face, a salacious little chuckle as you discard bones into a metal bowl fashioned on the slab you cut on. for an elongated moment, you're unreactive. it's so strange gale wonders if he might've conjured up the entire interaction.

you walk yourself around him to put something in the pot - fresh cuts of white meat, before you blow warm air against the back of his neck. he nearly jumps out of his skin.

your words are assured.

"didn't take you for a masochist," you hum, calloused palm underneath the velvet of his nightwear. he looks at you over his shoulder. you make it clear you mean every word of what you'll say. "but i'll fuck you however you wish, lewd wizard. try to focus on dinner for now instead of ogling."

with your task now finished, you place a single long kiss on the nape of gales neck before disappearing completely - slinking off into the night to wash your hands. gale feels blood rush between his legs as he clears his throat.

he grumbles as he waddles over to stir the pot, skin painted with pink and feeling no less horny than before. "easier said then done."

[rosyblooom]

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0:02 ㅇ──────────── 3:17

no part 2!

[borathae]

"An unexpected rainstorm forces you to seek refuge at your best friend's house. Hoseok just so happens to also be your boyfriend's best friend, who till this day gushes about the night he and Hoseok shared. Soon you can't take the curiousity about his skills anymore. Especially when he looks so goddamn hot and the clothes you borrowed from him smell just like his cologne."

Pairing: Vampire!Hoseok x Witch!Reader

Genre: Best Friends with Benefits!AU, Polyamory!AU, Smut, some domestic sweetness

Warnings: minimal Yoongi x f.Reader, Domish switch!Hoseok, Switch!Reader, there's not really a D/s dynamic though just two people having sex where one just happens to take the lead more & then they change it up, *whispers* if you're new to the Sanguis Universe everyone fucks everyone here lmaoo, Hoseok is a whole boyfriend i said what i said, he gives her his clothes to wear, they smell like him <3, Hobi is a lil nervous hehehe, lap sitting, making out, oral (f. & m.receiving), mattress & thigh humping, handjob, she spits on his cock, he spits on her pussy, passionate missionary, hair pulling (m.receiving), nipple play (m.receiving), clit & pussy spanking with his cock, he shows off his vampire face, dirty talk, praise, he calls her good girl & babygirl, he's into making her beg, multiple orgasms for both, creampies, cockwarming for aftercare, cuddly aftercare, Hoseok's so whipped for her

Wordcount: 12.6k

a/n: you guys, i'm scared he is so hot fjadsfja also, if anyone dares to call me out on my oral fixation i will lick your nostril JFJADJF istfg i can't even deny that i have it hahahah have fun besties because a bitch might cum 💗

The rain surprised you today. You were at the university’s library for most of your afternoon after having spent your lunch and morning hours in lectures and classes. You want to finish your education. This is what your current plan is. A little bit of normalcy and the feeling of achieving one of your life long goals. 

You are the only one who went back to university after everything which happened. The others had no reason to do so and you didn’t blame them. You really liked being back at university, spending your days studying and your evenings practicing magic or cuddling with your  boys. You are living the best fucking life.

The rain surprised you today. You were on your way back home when a sudden rain shower took control of the sky. You could have easily called one of your boys and they could have picked you up, but you didn’t feel like it. Seokjin’s – aka Hoseok’s – house was just in reach and you are sure that you can find refuge there. 

You increase your steps, fighting against the storm. Hopefully Hoseok is home. Seokjin and Emma are back in Gordes for a few months, so Hoseok has been taking care of the house. He spends most of his weekends at the estate however, if he isn’t busy with his dance school that is. 

You hurry up the few steps and slam your finger on the doorbell. 

No answer for a few moments too long. The rain is wet and cold, the harsh storm brings down the temperature even more. You are shivering like crazy. Your clothes are soaked entirely.

You ring the bell a second time in sync with Hoseok opening the door. It results in you being able to hear the shrill ringing. 

“Hey”, you say, slipping your finger from the bell to give him a little wave.

“Hey there hey, come in. Quick, come in”, he greets you, waving you inside as he steps out of the way, “the weather’s crazy all of a sudden. Shit, look at you. You’re soaked.”

“I’m freezing my ass off. The rain surprised me”, you tell him, “can I put my stuff on the mat?”

“Yeah sure.”

Hoseok locks the door while you shrug off your soaked outdoor clothes and backpack.

“You’re lucky I have increased hearing. I was wearing headphones.”

“Yeah? Did you practice dance?” you ask, taking off your shoes.

Hoseok is already busy spreading your wet jacket on the radiator in order for it to dry quicker. 

“Nope, just making music.”

“That’s cool. You keep talking about it. I wanna listen to your stuff, seriously.”

Hoseok dismisses you with a nonchalant tilt of his head, “soon. It’s not finished yet.”

“You’re a perfectionist. I’m sure it’s already good.”

“Yeah I am, but at least it means that once it’s done, it’s amazing.”

“I can’t argue what that”, say and feel shivers run through you, “brrrr, I’m so cold. And wet. Urgh, I hate the rain.”

“You love rain.”

You laugh, “yeah, I do. I just don’t like it right now.”

Hoseok smiles and chuckles. He nods his head into the direction of the stairs. 

“You know where the bathroom is. You can take a hot shower if you want.”

“This would literally save my life. Thank you”, you say and turn to hurry upstairs, “can I borrow clothes?” 

“Yeah sure. What’s your size again?”

Spending time at Hoseok’s place feels familiar and safe. You know every nook and cranny, find everything blindly and feel at home in the rooms. It is not only because you spent months in the guestroom during the time Namjoon was still a threat and you hated Yoongi. But it is also because next to the estate, the former Sanguis frat house feels like a second home. You and the others are always welcome here, you are allowed to act at home and the company is always amazing. There are many days where you take a short rest stop at Hoseok’s place before going home. And there are also many days where the others, especially Jungkook, leave the estate to spend time at Hoseok’s instead. In a sense, the cozy townhouse has become an extension of the estate where all of you are always welcome. 

You are in the middle of drying your hair with Hoseok’s dryer when he knocks on the door.

“I’ve put the clothes in front of the door”, he calls out.

“Yes. Thanks”, you call back. 

Hoseok picked out one of his comfiest sweat suit. He is currently in a phase where he enjoys wearing matching sweat suits sets in the most colourful of combinations and with many accessories bringing the look together. He always looks to die for in them. He picked out a grey coloured sweat suit with neon green accents for you. You saw him wear it before and he looked amazing in it. 

He also laid out a pair of boxers for you and some socks. They are freshly washed because if there is one thing Hoseok is, it is clean. 

The clothes smell just like him and the cologne he always wears. Masculine and clean with a hint of sandalwood at the end. You catch yourself smelling the collar of his hoodie way too vividly, cringing at yourself afterwards because of how embarrassing that was. You couldn’t help yourself. He smells so good. 

Now wrapped in his soft clothes and with your body warmed up, you decide to look for him. Knowing Hoseok, he was back in his home studio. 

It is located on the second floor just past his bedroom and the guestroom Yoongi stayed in all those years ago. The door is closed and you know that knocking is fruitless. You still do, entering his room at the same time. 

“Hobi?”

He doesn’t answer you.

Just like you had thought, Hoseok was lost in his music, nodding his head to the beat of it. You can hear snippets of it escaping his headphones. It sounds as if he was rapping "burn" over and over again. The beat sounds aggressive and perfectly rhythmical.

“Hobi?” you repeat yourself and tap his shoulder. 

He presses pause and takes off his headphones, turning with his chair afterwards.

“Hey there ___”, he says and grins, tilting his head to the side.

“Sorry to disturb you.”

“You’re not”, he assures you and studies you from head to toe, “cute. My clothes fit you well.”

“Thanks”, you say, smoothing over the front, “they smell like you.” 

He grins, “and that means?”

“Nothing”, you mumble and look away. Shit, why did you say that? So embarrassing.

He chuckles and turns back to his desktop. He is wearing a brown sweat suit today, combining some rings and an expensive watch with it. Knowing Hoseok, he would wear some funky glasses and chunky sneakers with it if he were to leave the house. But alas, only a pair of white socks adorns his feet. The latter he currently taps to a silent beat. The song must still be stuck in his head even now that he isn’t playing it.

You take a step closer and point at the screen. Hoseok sneaks a glance up at you. You aren’t aware of it, but like this, your body is touching his upper arm. Your warmth seeps right through your clothes.

“I heard glimpses of the song. It sounded really good”, you say.

Hoseok turns back to you again. Like this, you are between his legs.

“You think so?” he asks, resting his head back against the chair in order to look up at you. His elegant fingers are folded on his stomach.

“Yeah. You sang about burning stuff?” 

“Yeah”, he laughs, “you could say it like that. I still haven’t finished the verses yet. It’s just a guide version for now.”

“It already sounds good.”

“Thanks”, he says and stands up with his eyes running over your face. He steps closer to you, placing his hand on the table beside you, “why are you here?”

“I, I uhm”, you clear your throat, “Hobi, don’t be like that”, you complain and push at his chest.

“Like what?”

“A flirt.”

He laughs, “I’m not flirting. I genuinely wanna know why you’re here.”

“I was on my way home from uni and the rain surprised me. This was closest.” 

“So I wasn’t a reason?”

“You’re always a reason”, you say and nudge him, “silly.”

He laughs and steps back, “are you hungry?”

“Starving actually.”

“Wanna cook together?”

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

“Funky. Let me just save this and then I’m ready.”

“Yeah, take your time. I’m calling Yoongi to let him know that I’ll stay the night here”, you say with your back already turned to him as you leave the room. You can’t see the surprised look Hoseok sends you at the mention of you sleeping over or the faint smile which follows. 

“Sure, tell him”, he says and looks back at his song.

You walk downstairs as you talk to Yoongi. The latter picks up after the third ring.

“Hey, my princess.”

“Hey, my prince.”

“Are you okay?”

“I am, don’t worry. The rain surprised me.”

“I know, I noticed. I was worried already”, he confesses, making you smile.

“Of course you were. Don’t worry about me, love. I managed to get to Hoseok’s just in time.”

“Thank god, phew”, he exhales loudly, “I can relax now.” 

“Yeah”, you giggle. He’s so cute.

“Are you staying the night? I don’t think the weather’s gonna get any better.” 

“Yeah right? I’ll stay the night if that’s okay.”

“Of course it is. You don’t gotta ask”, he assures you and suddenly you can hear the smirk in his voice, “maybe you’ll end up watching his stuff too, mhm?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. 

“Yoongi”, you gasp. 

He chuckles deeply, “I’m messing with you.”

“Wah, so mean. I feel hot now.”

“Sorry”, he laughs.

“You’re not.”

“Mhm, no I’m not.”

“So mean”, you mumble and snicker. Yoongi does the same. 

Silence follows, which Yoongi breaks.

“Where are you right now?”

“Kitchen. I’m waiting for Hobi to come down. He’s working on his mixtape.” 

“Mhm, the songs are really good.”

“You heard them?”

“Yeah. He showed me and asked for my input.”

“That’s so unfair. He doesn’t want to show them to me”, you whine.

Yoongi chuckles, “poor woman. You’ll love them once he does.”

“Mhm, I’m sure I will”, you say as your eyes shift to the doorway. Hoseok is finally here, “hey love? Hobi just came. I’m gonna hang up now if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, okay. Tell him hi.”

“Yoongi says hi.”

Hoseok smiles, “thanks Yoongi. I say hi back.” 

“He says hi back.”

“Thanks”, the smile is obvious in Yoongi’s voice, “have fun, love. Yeah?”

Your heart flutters. You know exactly how he meant that.

“So mean”, you mumble, making him laugh, “I’ll have fun”, you add in a chuckle.

“Good. Sweet dreams, princess.” 

“You too, Boongie. I’ll come home for lunch tomorrow.”

“Okay, I’ll have something prepared.”

“Ooh, now I can’t wait. I love you, Boongie.”

“I love you too, princess.”

“And Yoongi! Before I forget!”

“Yes?”

“Can you tell the others where I am? So they don’t worry.”

“Of course, I’ll tell them.”

“Thank you, love. Okay, bye then.”

“Bye, love.”

You hang up and place the phone aside, smiling to yourself. 

Hoseok, who watched you talk to Yoongi on the phone, sends you a teasing look.

“You’re so whipped for this man”, he coos and nudges your upper arm.

“Yes I am. What about it?” you throw back with a pout.

“Nothing. It’s cute”, he says and points at his fridge, “what you wanna eat? I gotta warn you, I don’t have lots of groceries because I haven’t really eaten lots of human food lately.”

“Really? But you love human food. Are you okay?”

“Very. Just way too preoccupied with the mixtape. I just crack open a blood bag and I’m good. It takes less time.”

“You guys are so lucky that you can choose if you want to eat food or not. I miss out on food once and feel shitty.”

“Yeah right, I guess we are lucky”, he says and sticks his head into the fridge, “what do you wanna eat?”

You close the distance and try to look inside the fridge as well, “what do you have? Oh pesto. We could make pasta with pesto.”

“That sounds good. I think I still have your favourite pasta.”

“Really?”

Hoseok opens the kitchen cabinet and pulls out a package of your favourite pasta.

“Yup”, he says, shaking it.

“Wah Hobi, I love you. This is the best pasta shape ever.”

“Yeah, it’s good. It holds the sauces well.”

“Agreed and it’s the perfect size for my mouth.”

Hoseok snorts, “that’s what she said”, he says, earning himself a nudge to the chest.

“Perv”, you say, but chuckle.

Hoseok snickers and busies himself with getting out the pot and filling it with water. He puts it on the stove and turns the heat on.

“What should we do now that the water needs to boil?” he asks.

“You could show me your songs.”

Hoseok smiles, “why are you so persistent?”

“Because”, you nudge his chest, “I talked to Yoongi and he told me that you show him your songs.”

“Yeah? And?” Hoseok is giggling, which means he’s being playful. 

“Hobi, come on”, you whine, chasing him to grab his waist and squeeze it.

He flees you with minimal effort, letting out squeaky giggles while his hands hold yours in place.

“I’m so curious. Come on, show me”, you whine.

“Fine okay”, he squeaks, “okay, I’ll show you. Just stop tickling me”, he says and pulls you out of the kitchen.

You skip next to him happily, swinging your hands back and forth. Hoseok studies you.

“Why are you so happy?”

“Because I’m gonna hear your music.”

Hoseok sits you down on his studio chair while he busies himself with turning on the big speakers and subwoofer. You pull your legs up on the chair so you can sit cross-legged and watch him squat down in front of the desk. He rests his chin on it as he clicks away on his computer. 

You place your hands on his shoulders and give him a gentle massage. Hoseok reacts by leaning into you slightly and letting out a deep purr. 

“Okay, this song’s called More. I really like it”, Hoseok explains.

“Is it the one I could hear?” you ask, running your fingertips through the fluffy hair at the nape of his neck.

“No that one’s gonna be called Burn. It’s not done yet.”

“I see. Well then, play it. I’m so excited.”

“Right”, he says and presses play. He gets up and stands next to you with his arms crossed in front of his chest and a stern, almost angry, expression on his face. You glance at him at first, but then concentrate on the song instead. It’s an amazing song. It is not all how you imagined Hoseok’s music to be and you feel terrible that you thought so because as you listened to the hard beat and aggressive guitar riffs between his passionate rapping, you realise just how Hoseok this song is. It is in Korean, which makes understanding the lyrics difficult for you, but you don’t have to understand every word to know that this song means a lot to him.

The song ends. 

You cheer and clap instantly, bouncing in the chair. Hoseok doesn’t react to your cheers. He merely tilts his head to the side in a twitch and clicks his tongue, looking displeased.

“Ah I could add more reverb at one sixty”, he says and leans on the table as he works with a stern expression.

“This was amazing, Hobi. Look, I’ve got goosebumps”, you say, showing off your arm.

“You think so?”

“Yes. It was amazing. It had me totally captured and I wanna listen to the song whenever I do something I need motivation for.”

Hoseok turns and sits down on the edge of the desk. He still has his arms crossed.

“Thanks ___, that means a lot.”

“I’m serious. You’re so talented.”

“Thank you”, his features soften as if he finally starts to like the song as well, “yeah, I’m proud of it”, he says and smiles, “it took me a long time to get there, but it’s a good song. You know, I need my stuff to be perfect and I can’t rest till I’m satisfied.” 

“I know. You’re a perfectionist”, you tease, nudging him in the thigh.

“Yeah true”, he agrees and pushes himself off the table, “we should check on the noodle water.”

The water is boiling when you enter the kitchen so Hoseok pours in some pasta while you prepare the pesto and a plate for later. You set a timer on your phone, showing it to Hoseok.

“We’ve got around eight minutes to spare. Any more songs you can show me?” 

“No, but I’ve got a living room we can chill in."

You chuckle, “you’re so secretive with your songs.”

“Hey, they have to be perfect. I already stressed out ‘cause you listened to More.”

“Okay, okay I’m not saying anything. For what it’s worth, I genuinely think it’s an amazing song.”

“Yeah? Thanks, uhm”, he flusters and giggles, “shit, you got me giggling. Hah, thanks.”

You chuckle fondly, “you’re cute, Hobi.”

You eat your pasta in the living room, chatting about everything and anything while outside it storms. You and he clean the kitchen after you finished dinner and then return to the living room for dessert and more chatting. 

You and he share the sofa. Hoseok is sipping on a glass of blood while you opted for hot cocoa. 

“Are you okay?”Hoseok asks, interrupting your monologue about your library experience today. 

“Why are you asking?”

“Cause you’ve been rubbing your shoulders since we sat down.”

“Oh yeah. I guess I’m just a little tense. My backbag was really heavy today and it fucked my shoulders. It hurts.”

“I can massage you.”

“Really?”

Hoseok nods his head.

“Yes please. Oh my god, my saviour”, you say and get off the couch to sit down in front of him. Hoseok hands you a blanket so you can cover your lower body and then he turns so you were between his legs and he could reach your shoulders. 

He rubs his hands together to warm them.

“Should I take off the hoodie?” you ask.

“No it’s fine. I’m starting. Is that okay for you?”

“Yes, it’s okay.”

With your consent, Hoseok places his hands on your shoulders. He begins his massage by rubbing the flat of his palms up and down your shoulders and arms.

“What did you wanna tell me before I interrupted you?” he asks.

“Mhm? Oh yeah! As I was saying, I tried to use the computer to look for the book and it didn’t show me anything.”

“Oh no. How did you find it then?”

Hoseok begins rubbing circles into your shoulders, looking for the tighter areas so he could relax them. 

“That’s when it gets cool because I used magic to find it.” 

“Yo, really?”

“Yes, really. I concentrated really hard and thought of the words Yoongi taught me and then suddenly, I heard a small bell sound.”

“A bell sound?” Hoseok gasps. He is putting pressure into his touches, relaxing the tense areas. They are hard under his fingertips, no wonder you were in pain.

“Yeah seriously, a bell sound. And it became louder the closer I got to the book and then bam.”

Hoseok gasps.

“The book was right there. In front of my eyes.”

“Okay that’s so funky. What the hell?”

You snicker, nodding your head.

“I felt like a real witch then. I almost yelled until I realised I was at the library.”

Hoseok chuckles, “you’re seriously so cool. I know who to call if I ever lose something again.”

“Yes please do. Ah”, you tense up, “ah geez, it hurts.”

“Relax. You’re too tense”, Hoseok says.

“It hurts a lot, you know?”

“I know. You’re really tight in this area”, he says, digging his thumbs into the area.

“I know, ah geez”, you hiss, writhing in discomfort, “no need to break my shoulders, ah.”

“I’m not even using a lot of my strength”, he defends himself and lessens the pressure, “how’s that?”

“Yeah, it’s better. Sorry, I’m a little wimp when it comes to getting massaged.”

“It’s chill. I can be gentle”, he says, rubbing circles into your neck.

You feel yourself shiver. Not only because of the relaxing touches, but also because of his words. You are very well aware that he didn’t mean them in a sexy way, but it’s difficult not to understand them in such a way when Yoongi’s words still run through your mind. You ogle the TV, then the armchair next to it. Yoongi told you what Hoseok did to him on that chair. You fumble with your own fingers, feeling your heart speed up in your chest. Would it be weird to bring it up right now? He is being such a good friend and you don’t want to make him uncomfortable by being a horny slut. You are aware that Hoseok is a very down to fuck kind of guy, but just because he is, doesn’t mean that he always has to be in the mood to be a horndog. He’s just a person after all and a person you love so very dearly.

“What’s wrong?” Hoseok asks, placing his delicate hands on your upper arms, “am I being too rough?”

“W-why do you ask?” you stutter.

“Your heart’s racing”, he says and rubs your arms, “I can stop if you don’t want to anymore.”

“No, I uhm, no. Hah”, you laugh breathily, “sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Okay? Do you wanna tell me?”

“It’s okay. I don’t wanna make you feel weird.”

“Dude, now you gotta tell me. You can’t just say that. I’m a nosy bastard”, he says, pushing you gently. He laughs.

You laugh, swaying back and forth.

“Yeah I guess”, you say.

“So? Tell me”, he encourages you.

You turn and lift your head so you can look up at him. Hoseok switches between looking into your right and left eye, letting his hands tangle between his legs.

“You gotta pinky promise not to be weird”, you say, lifting your hand.

Hoseok hooks his pinky finger with yours, “promise”, he says and seals it by pressing his thumb against yours, “now open your mouth and talk. You’re making me nervous.”

You lower your hand and take a deep breath, “I’d be down to watch your movies”, you say.

Hoseok gawks at you. His mouth falls open. The silence is intense. His eyes are almost round from how widely he opens them. His reaction is understandable and adorable.

“If you’d be down that is”, you add, giving him a little lopsided smile afterwards.

“I uh”, he lets out and blinks quickly. His air leaves him in a breathy laugh, his right hand comes to touch his chest, “a-are, are you sure?”

You nod your head, “I’m curious what all the talk is about”, you say and scoot closer to nudge his chest, “you’ve got Yoongi still talking about what you guys did that night.”

Hoseok exhales in a laugh and turns his head to the side. His hand shoots up to rub the side of his neck, coyness washes over his features.

“He does?”

“Yeah, totally. You know what he told me on the phone today?”

Hoseok shakes his head. He still isn’t looking at you, fumbling with his own ear nervously.

“That maybe you’ll show me your stuff and that I should have fun. You’ve seriously messed him up back then.”

“Yo dude that’s just- yo”, Hoseok says and stumbles off the couch, running his hands through his fluffy hair. He laughs, but it sounds nervous and so not at all like Hoseok.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him, following him with your eyes. He is prancing up and down, rubbing the nape of his neck.

“You’re messing with me, that’s what up. You?” he looks at you with widened eyes.

“What about me?”

“Outta all the people coming here begging for a fuck, you’d be last I expected this from.”

“Why?” you ask in a chuckle, “you’ve got Yoongi talking about it and Kook mentioning it when I fuck him dumb. I wanna see what the deal is about. Besides, I was just asking if we could watch your stuff, I never mentioned sex.”

Hoseok scoffs, “sure ___.”

You cross your arms in front of your chest and pout, “we don’t have to do it you know? Wow, I feel so attacked right now.”

Hoseok studies you for a moment.

“Yeah uhm, give me a moment”, he says and then leaves the room.

You boil in your loneliness, feeling like dying would be less awkward than what just happened. Out of all the reactions you expected Hoseok to have, pure shock and the need to flee wasn’t one of them. You expected gloating, pride, happiness and cocky teasing, but not for him to run away. You touch your own chest because the embarrassment you feel sits heavy in your chest. This was the most humiliating shit you ever pulled. Fuck, you want to dissolve into thin air.

You pull out your phone to text Yoongi and ask him if he could come pick you up, but before you can, Hoseok is back in the room. He is carrying a translucent hard plastic box filled with cassettes and DVDs.

“Sorry it took me a while, I had to make sure the collection’s complete”, he says and puts the box on the coffee table in front of you, “I still got a box upstairs. Let me get it”, he says and disappears again.

You have never felt lighter before. All the embarrassment from before is gone from your chest. He didn’t quit on you, he just got his stuff. You sit down on the edge of the sofa and begin looking through the box. The movies seem to be from the nineties and two thousands. He’s on a few covers. Naked and with a hard-on. You try not to look at it even if you were literally moments away from watching him fuck on TV.

“Okay, I think this should be everything now. I’ve also got my Only Fans, but you have to subscribe to see that stuff”, Hoseok says and places the second box next to the first one. The box was filled with DVDs and hard drives. He sits down next to you, close enough that your legs were touching, “see anything you like?” he asks, placing his arm around you. He doesn’t let it touch you, instead he just makes you hyperaware of its presence behind you. You feel yourself fluster because Hoseok has never been that close to you with an underlying sexual intention. Of course you and he hug and cuddle as friends, but initiating touch with the near future of fucking is new to you.

You turn your head to him. Hoseok meets your eyes. You and he are just inches away from kissing. The close proximity makes you feel giddy. He’s got really pretty eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, studying your eyes and then your lips.

“Nothing.”

“Nervous?”

You look away, “shut up.”

“Wah look at you”, Hoseok coos and bumps his chest into you playfully, “moments ago you wanted to watch my stuff and now you’re nervous about it.”

“Dude, shut up”, you complain.

Hoseok giggles and pulls you into him with a strong arm just so he can shake you around a little.

“Look at you being nervous.”

“Shut up”, you whine, “I’ll punch you in the balls, I’m serious.”

“Hey, hey don’t ruin what’ll benefit you later. My balls are precious cargo, ___.”

You roll your eyes, shoving him off of you, “you’re annoying.”

“Why? I’m just saying.”

“Urgh whatever”, you say and look back into the boxes.

Hoseok scoots closer and reaches into the first box. He pulls out a DVD. He is on the cover, oiled up and with his dick in his hands. You are looking right at it if you wanted to or not. It’s well-shaped, an impressive length and just girthy enough that you have to do a double take. It almost looks – to put it frankly – just a little bit out of place on him. He is a very petite guy, slender and fit, and his cock looks almost massive on his body. His elegant fingers look so small around it.

“Your dick’s huge, dude. What the hell?”

Hoseok laughs, “right? It’s my vampire cock though. People never noticed, but it comes in handy when you can grow your dick.”

“I can imagine. For porn it’s practical”, you say and glance at his face. 

He meets your eyes.

“I hope you know that this is really fucking awkward for me.”

He chuckles, “it’s not awkward for me.”

“I know. You’re an exhibitionist.”

“Right”, he nudges you gently, “don’t be awkward. It’s just me naked and very hard.”

He makes you laugh which lessens the awkwardness. 

“Yeah, right that’s the issue here. You’re my best friend and now I’m looking at your boner. I really didn’t think this through. Dude, that’s what happens when you massage me, I say stuff.”

“I’m your best friend?” he sounds moved. 

“Yeah. Well. Technically Yoongi’s like my bestest friend, but you’re my best friend. You know?”

“This just got really emotional right now. Thank you, ___”, he says and drapes his arm over you to pull you into a soft temple kiss. 

You lean into it, feeling good about it.

“You’re one of my best friends too”, he says and gives you a little squeeze, “we don’t have to do this, you know? It’s okay if you changed your mind.”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t wanna stop. I just have to live with the fact that now I know how huge your dick is.”

He laughs and lifts the DVD into your vision, “wanna know why I picked this?” 

“Cause your cock’s huge?”

He laughs, “no it’s because this is the movie I watched with Yoongi that got him all horny”, he says and flips the cover. His co-star is on the back, showing off his oiled-up hole. You do another double take not for cock reasons, but because the actor looks way too similar to Yoongi. Hoseok, who saw your eyes flit back for a second glimpse, grins, “you’re seeing it too, aren’t you?”

“I do. What the hell?” you gasp, grabbing the cover to get a closer look, “are sure that that’s not Yoongi and he just erased your memories back then?”

Hoseok laughs, “it could be a theory. But no, that’s Niragi. We did a few films together, but then lost contact.”

“It’s crazy how similar they look. Except for maybe their holes.”

Hoseok snort laughs, “___”, he gasps and nudges you.

You snicker, glancing at him, “I’m just saying. Yoongi’s not that loose.”

“I know. I felt it”, Hoseok says and looks at your lips.

You feel it, just as you feel your heart speed up because of it.

“We could watch that if you want”, he whispers.

“Intriguing, but I wanna see you act with a woman. Got something that looks like me?”

He chuckles, “babygirl, no one’s ever come close to your beauty”, he partially jokes.

You roll your eyes and nudge his chest, “sweet talker.”

He smirks and shrugs his shoulders. He gives your lips one last hungry gaze then finally looks back into the boxes, “I’ve got something you could like. You like female gaze stuff, don’t you?”

“Do I give off those vibes?”

“With the men you date? Yeah.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask in a laugh.

“They’re at your feet worshipping your every step. I’d be surprised if they even as much as called you bad girl in bed.”

You snort, “you’d be surprised then.”

“Mhm, surprise me”, Hoseok purrs and pulls out a black hard drive, “that’s where the good shit is”, he says and stands up, “get ready for a good show ‘cause I fucked like rent’s due in this movie.”

“I’m expecting great things, you know that don’t you?”

Hoseok squats down in front of his TV.

“Yeah, I do”, he glances at you over his shoulder. He lifts it after a second and giggles, “shit, I’m nervous now. You’re gonna watch my shit.”

You study him. He is so attractive to you right now. Shit, you’re getting horny. It’s so easy to get you turned on.

“Or, I don’t know, we could skip the movie and make out instead?”

Hoseok hesitates. Hoseok takes a deep breath. Hoseok looks at your lips. And Hoseok places the hard drive aside just to stand up and hurry to you. He falls to his knees in front of you, placing his hands on your knees. Like this, you are almost face to face, sharing intense silence and even more intense eye contact.

“Is this a yes?” you ask him.

He nods his head, looking at your lips.

You move in, but Hoseok moves back.

“Mhm?” you are confused.

“I just need to know that this isn’t gonna ruin what we have”, he says. You never heard him with such seriousness in his voice before, “I like you so much and I don’t wanna lose you just ‘cause of one night. If tonight’s gonna fuck us up, I don’t wanna continue.”

“It’s not gonna ruin it for me. You?”

“It’s not gonna ruin it, no fuck”, he laughs breathily, “fuck, I wanted to make out with you for ages. Not that I’m one of those desperate dudes thinking they’re friendzoned, it’s just that I kiss my friends if they’re into it. Or fuck them. And show them my porn.”

You laugh, “I know, Hobi. We’re not traditional. None of us.”

“Yeah, it’s the fucking best”, he says and moves in, cupping your cheek with both hands. His nose brushes yours, your heart skips a beat. He is looking at your lips as he talks, caressing your cheeks, “one last chance.”

“Shut up, Hobi”, you whisper and pull him in with your hand at the nape of his neck.

Hoseok stumbles into you, moaning against your lips as he scrambles to find your rhythm. You didn’t give him a difficult rhythm to follow, no, Hoseok is just simply overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling your lips on his’.

You pull back. Hoseok is looking at your lips with half-lidded eyes and a faint smile.

“Did you brush your teeth?” you ask him.

“Yeah”, he says and pulls you back into the kiss. His hand comes in contact with the side of your face before naturally gliding down to hold the side of your neck. His fingers are long enough that you can feel them brush against the nape of your neck. The touch sends the biggest shivers down your spine.

You moan into the kiss and hook your arms behind his head, tangling your fingers deep in his hair. It’s softer than you imagined it to be and that means a lot because you imagined it to be soft. Hoseok also kisses so much better than you imagined him to kiss. He knows just when to give your lips a little suck, when to involve his teeth and when to let you do your thing. His tongue also knows exactly when to trace your lips to make you crave more.

“Shit, you’re so good”, Hoseok murmurs between kissing you, standing up with his arms hooked under your legs. He lifts you off the couch easily, purring deeply when you press yourself closer and bite his lower lip. You are squirming in his arms. Just as Hoseok had thought. You’re into getting carried.

He bounces you in his arms and finally allows his tongue to stay involved for longer than a small trace. You moan, meeting his kisses with eagerness. His lips are so soft, he tastes so good and whenever he bounces you there is friction against your pussy. 

Hoseok purrs, walking with a dizzy head. He is so happy for his vampire senses right now, because you are stealing his sanity. This isn’t the first kiss you and he shared, but it feels like it to him. The night at the masquerade ball is a memory in his mind these days. It happened so many years ago and is tainted by the fun influence of alcohol. But this isn’t the result of alcohol, this is untainted and real. Hoseok almost stumbles up the stairs because he’s so excited.

He stops once he is upstairs, pressing you against the wall to break the kiss.

“Shit baby. Can I call you baby for tonight?” he rasps and begins kissing neck.

You roll your head back, revealing your vulnerable spots to him.

“Yeah, you can”, you sigh, playing with his hair and sending shivers down his spine in the process.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby. Fuck”, Hoseok moans. His breath tickles your skin, his lips follow. It feels so good that you can’t stop gasping and squirming in his arms.

There was another occasion where you and he shared a kiss. Back when Alpha was still evil and you still hated Yoongi, you came to Hoseok’s room to comfort him after a fight with Yoongi. You and Hoseok talked and somehow the conversation shifted into you giving him a kiss. Back then, Hoseok was high after smoking too much weed and the kiss felt blurry to him.

Tonight feels like fucking ecstasy to him. He is clear in the head and gets to kiss you so fucking passionately. He growls, letting his fangs grace your skin. This is turning him on so fucking bad. He sucks needily.

“Ah, Hobi”, you gasp, arching your back.

The contact breaks because he pulled back.

“Sorry, fuck”, he apologises, kissing the tender spot. He got too excited and sucked a hickey onto your skin. Now the spot is pulsating in sensitivity, “fuck, I can’t believe this is real. You’re so fucking sexy. Fuck, baby”, he growls and rolls his hips into you. His clothed cock grinds against your clothed pussy, sending electric tingles through your bodies.

You and he moan at the same time. You pull him closer while he chases you with another thrust.

You tug his head up by his hair and give him a second of droopy eye contact before you push him onto your lips. He finds your rhythm instantly, sharing the sloppiest tongue kisses with you. He growls into you, breaking away from the wall to carry you to his room. It’s not far anymore and he needs you under him.

He doesn’t bother closing the door because it’s just you and him in this big house. Nobody can run in on you and it doesn’t matter if the door is closed or not, he’ll have you screaming for him either way. No door will keep the noises out.

He places you on top his bed and steps back to take off his shirt. He throws it onto the ground, looking at you with lowered eyes.

“Couldn’t you have turned the lights on?” you ask in a chuckle.

“Ah yeah, sorry I forgot you can’t see in the dark”, he says and turns on his bedside lamp, "better?" 

You look at him instantly, letting your eyes run up and down his torso. Hoseok falls into a pose instantly, taking off his sweats as he does. He keeps his briefs on. They’re the bikini cut type, dark blue and bulging in the front. He is very obviously hard, forcing your eyes to stay on his crotch.

“You’re so hot”, you say, writhing needily.

“Thanks”, he says and climbs onto bed. He takes the spot above you, claiming your lips in a kiss. He keeps his left hand rested beside your head while his right hand dances down your body to play with the hem of your sweats. Your lips tremble against his’, your hands touch his chest. He breaks the kiss but keeps close, “is that okay for me to do?”

“Yeah” you allow him, lifting your hips.

“Thank you. You can always stop this”, he says and takes off your pants.

“I know. You too”, you tell him, writhing needily.

Hoseok wastes no time and takes off your boxers as well, throwing them on the bed beside him. The hoodie he borrowed you is long enough that it covers your pussy. You squirm on the sheets, pressing your thighs together as best as possible. 

“Nervous?” he asks.

“A little. You?”

“Yeah, dude”, he laughs breathily, “I’m so fucking nervous. I could shit myself.”

You laugh, “please don’t.”

He snickers, “mhm no, I won’t”, he whispers and kisses your neck. 

You close your eyes, rolling your head to the side as a happy sigh slips past your lips. 

Hoseok pushes your legs apart with his knees, running his right hand down your torso while his left is propped up beside your head. He listens to your heartbeat for any kind of change. It is racing and increases in speed the further down his hand dances. 

Hoseok nudges your head so it rolls to the other side and he can kiss your neck there. You purr softly, squirming under him. Your pulse is fluttering. Hoseok moves closer to your pussy. Your heart skips a beat. He swerves past your heat and feels up your inner thighs instead.

Up and down. Up and down. Hoseok traces your soft skin with just his fingertips. He comes close enough to your pussy that you know his touch is there and yet never close enough that you can feel it. It’s making you squirm more and more. 

You reach up, placing your hands on his chest.

“Hobi”, you sigh, sliding your fingers to his nipples. You rub them gently, eliciting a deep purr from him.

“Mhm keep going. I like it”, he rasps and bites your earlobe softly, “is it okay for me to touch your pussy?”

“Yes, is okay. You fucking tease”, you allow him, rolling your hips up.

“Mhm yeah”, he agrees and dances his fingers up your inner thigh.

You shiver. The thought that soon you will feel his touch is making his fingers feel so much better on your skin. 

Hoseok touches you.

“Ah”, you let out, feeling his chest vibrate in a deep purr. His fingers part you for him, starting off at your entrance and painting a path up to your clit. He does a swirl when he’s reached her, then dances his fingers down to your entrance again. It is a gentle touch, barely any pressure is involved. You have to keep squirming because these kinds of touches always feel so much more intense. 

Hoseok puts distance between your neck and his lips. He studies your face and how you have it scrunched in pleasure. He takes a shaky breath, bundling the sheets next to your head. He’s so into this.

“I wanna taste you”, he confesses, “is it ok-” 

“Yeah…” you interrupt him in a breathy voice and your body writhing sensually.

“Shit, you’re hot”, he rasps and abandons you for the sake of shimmying down. He kneels by the bed and wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face.

He looks up. Your eyes are focused on the ceiling, you are breathing heavily. Pretty. He thinks you’re so pretty. 

He switches his gaze to your pussy. Your sweetened scent is taking up his senses. He lowers his eyes halfway, running them over your exposed heat. Kissing made you wet. It sticks to you and waits to be devoured. 

“So fucking pretty”, Hoseok growls deeply and connects his mouth with your pussy. 

He drags his tongue through your folds, starting on your entrance until he reaches your clit. You gasp, hold your breath and release it in a quiet whimper. 

Hoseok purrs, pressing his tongue against you. He shakes his head, grinding on you this way. This is still a warm up. He’s barely began. You’re so sweet and he needs all of it on his tongue. No wonder your boys are obsessed. Hoseok feels himself get addicted as well. 

He stops shaking his head and moves it so his tongue dances up your pussy. He flicks it against your clit, feeling your thighs twitch in reaction. So he does it again. He flicks his tongue against your clit quickly, holding your thighs as they begin trembling. 

“Oh god”, you whisper and reach for his hair. You stop yourself. You drop your hand. 

“It’s okay. Hold on if you need it”, he allows you and uses the moment to also praise you, “your pussy tastes so good. Fuck, I wanna devour you.” 

“O-oh god”, you stutter out and writhe. 

“Mhm, so sweet”, Hoseok purrs, burying his face back in your heat. His nose is grinding against you as he sucks on your clit. He keeps you pinned with his strong arms around your thighs, making you take every single second of the hungry feast. 

You whimper and reach for his hair to grab it desperately. Your other arm lies itself over your own eyes. 

“Fuck. Hoseok….”

Hoseok closes his eyes and moans into you. He releases your clit, slurping up his drool running down your folds. You tug and twist his hair, trembling in his hold. 

“Hold onto me, that’s it. Good girl”, he lulls his words because you’ve got him pussy drunk. It’s only been a few moments, Hoseok is aware, but he fucking loves eating pussy. Especially when that pussy belongs to his pretty best friend with her pretty moans and prettier taste. 

Hoseok lowers himself for the sake of burying his tongue in your pussy. His long fingers grip your hips and tilt them for easier access. His nose is pressed against you, grinding into you each time he fucks his tongue deep. 

“Hoseok oh god”, you get out and choke out a moan, arching your back because it’s impossible to stay still when he is filling you up like this. 

He breaks away, letting his spit connect himself with you. 

“So fucking sweet, baby. You’ve got such a heavenly pussy”, he praises and spits on her for contrast.

“Ah”, you flinch at the feeling, writhing seconds later when Hoseok slurps up the sinful mess, “Hobi please.”

Hoseok moans, looking up at you again. You’re begging. You’re that type of person. He slips his hand into his briefs to get his cock out because the revelation makes his cock ache. He jerks it off desperately, fucking his tongue deep into your sweet pussy. Those people are his favourites. Oh so ruined by pleasure they start begging without knowing what they’re even begging for. He fucking loves them. 

Fuck, he wants to drag every single plea from your tongue. Hoseok furrows his brows and growls against you, speeding up his tongue as he presses himself as close as possible. 

“Oh god, please”, you keen, twisting his hair. Your thighs close around his head. You have to grab more of him or otherwise you are losing yourself. He is so fast and sloppy. And so chillingly cool. Because he only consumed blood bags lately, his skin is cold to the touch and yet his mouth carries enough warmth to give you a constant change of temperature. One second his cold nose is grinding against your clit and in the next, his hot tongue follows. The contrast is keeping you on edge and desperate for more. 

“Please ah”, you beg and grab his wrist. 

Hoseok untangles his left hand from your thigh, sliding it together with your hand. You squeeze him instantly. Your palm is damp and hot.

You writhe and shake, pressing out another plea.

Hoseok growls, looking up at you with darkened eyes. You’re so fucking precious. Look at you needing to hold his hand. You are squeezing him oh so desperately that he wonders if you want to never let go again. He brushes his thumb over your knuckles in soothing and begins concentrating his licks on your clit. 

No more playing around. He needs you shaking. 

He switches between licking your clit and sucking on it, combining the two sensations until they become this electric blend of never ending pleasure.

“This is gonna make me cum”, you get out and whimper, writhing on the sheets. 

Good. Hoseok wants you to climax. This is all he is working towards right now. Your sweet, sweet orgasm on the tip of his tongue. Hoseok dreamed about it for years. He hate fucks his own fist in desperation, making love to your pussy in contrast. 

“Hobi this is- ah”, you press out and shudder. You tug at his hair, closing your thighs tighter around his head. 

He can hear your blood rush deep inside your muscles. It is rushing and pulsating oh so fucking quickly. He squeezes his eyes shut and sucks your clit between his lips to keep it there and swirl his tongue over it.

“Ah”, you get out and grow silent. You tense up before growing slack within the blink of an eye. Your pussy begins throbbing under his tongue. He’s got you. 

“Oh god, ah”, you mewl, filling the air with squeaky moans afterwards. This feels so good. Your legs feel like jello, the heat in your pussy is unbearable. He’s got you climaxing so fucking hard that you actually feel too ruined to keep breathing.

You grab his hair and fuck your hips up against his face, needing it to last so much fucking longer. 

Hoseok lets you hump his face with desperate moans leaving him. He keeps his tongue stuck out, basking in every new layer of sweetness you cover his nose with. Shit, he won’t get rid of your scent for days. It’s so deeply burned into him. Hoseok’s in fucking heaven, soiling his hand in his excitement. He isn’t orgasming, he is just very leaky. 

“Oh go-god”, you soon drop into the sheets, shuddering in the aftermaths of your high. Your fingers fall from his hair and let go of his hand, “holy fuck.” 

Hoseok purrs and gives your clit a kiss. He sucks on her one last time even if you flinch in overstimulation. You had to take it, Hoseok needed one last reminder of your sweet taste. 

“Good girl”, he rasps and smiles, “you’re such a good girl, babygirl.”

You mewl quietly, squirming from the praise. 

Hoseok drops your thighs for the sake of feeling up your sides as he kisses a path up to your face. His hard cock keeps leaking onto you as he goes. He can’t help it, he’s so fucking needy for more.

He kisses your neck. You press into him instantly, rolling your head to the side until your nose brushes against his cheek. 

Hoseok lifts his head, meeting your droopy gaze. You smile and giggle. Hoseok feels his tummy flutter. He gives you his prettiest heart-shaped smile and a little giggle with a nose scrunch. 

“We just did that”, you say.

“Yeah right. I loved it”, he says.

“Me too”, you confess and touch his mouth.

Hoseok lets you with bated breath and parted lips. You are so mesmerised by his lips, looking so utterly enchanted by them.

“Your lips are pretty”, you whisper and trace one specific spot repeatedly, “you’ve got a mole there. It’s pretty.”

“Uhm”, Hoseok lets out and lowers his head because he’s actually flustered.

You snicker and drop your hand to instead touch his wrist.

“Can I suck your cock?” 

Hoseok lifts his head again in shock, “sorry?”

“Can I suck your cock? I promise I won’t bite it off.”

He laughs, feeling his entire body tingle in butterflies. You snicker, gazing up at him with sparkly, yet lustful eyes. 

“Can I?” you ask, tracing his pecs with your nails. His nipples harden instantly, throbbing oh so needily when you brush your fingers over them.

“Fuck, I’m fucked what the fuck”, he lets out and rolls off of you.

“Why?” you ask, straddling his lap.

Hoseok sits up, gripping your hips. Your wet pussy is dripping onto his thigh, your weight is like heaven on his lap. He gazes up at you, drinking in every fucking inch of your face.

“I’m so fucking into you that it’s giving me butterflies”, he whispers.

“Good”, you say and push him down by his chest. He falls, letting out a breathy moan as his back hits the sheets. His hair is ruffled, his hands fall on each side of his head and stay there.

“Stay”, you order and crawl off of him. You run your hands down his body and take off his briefs as you go, eliciting goosebumps to the surface of his skin. He moans quietly, chasing your touch with squirms.

“Feels good”, he whispers and rolls his hips up in synch with your hands parting his legs by rubbing his inner thighs, “ah, yeah feels really good. Hah”, he lets out and laughs breathily.

Hoseok’s bed is low enough that you can kneel comfortably and reach his cock. You do so, dragging him to the edge as you fall to your knees. Hoseok mewls in reaction, gasping for fucking air. His body is burning up. You are fucking messing with him. Your knees hit the floor. The fluffy rug under you gives extra cushioning.

You reach the end of his inner thighs, rubbing circles into the spot where his groin blends into them. Hoseok parts his legs further. His cock twitches needily. You can also watch how his chest begins heaving up and down as his breathing speeds up in excitement.

You glide your right hand to his cock, placing your palm against the upper side of it while your fingers stay stretched. You don’t want to give him too many touches yet. You want your tongue to be the first thing he feels.

Hoseok sucks in air.

You move in and connect your tongue with his base, licking up a thick, wet stripe along the underside of his cock until ending it with a quick flick on his tip.

“Shit”, Hoseok releases his air in a breathy moan, closing his fingers around the sheets right next to his head. He can barely grip them, but it has to be enough. Your tongue feels like fucking heaven on his cock and he’s already burning up.

You hum and drag your tongue down his cock again, swirling it over his balls to get a good feel of them. His skin is soft and cool against your tongue. He throbs at the first contact, making you want more because it was so delicious to have him throb for you. You suck the sensitive skin of his balls between your lips just long enough that it stings a little.

Hoseok reacts in a throaty moan and his hips squirming restlessly. You release him again, guiding your wet tongue up his cock in repeated small, yet terribly sloppy licks. It results in his shaft getting all slickened with your spit. You use it to finally wrap your fingers around him and jerk him off, taking his cockhead between your lips at the same time.

“A-ah”, Hoseok moans, reaching down to grab the back of your head. His hips buck up, forcing his cock to glide over your tongue, and drops his hips again, which almost makes his cock flop out of your greedy mouth.

You let him hold your head. He clearly needs it. You force down the cocky smirk and instead hum around him as you begin bopping your head up and down his cock. You jerk off what you decide not to fit inside right now and dance your left hand up his torso until you can play with his nipples.

Hoseok is moaning so much. He tries not to be too loud, but he genuinely can’t stop his voice from working. He gasps for air and each time he exhales, it happens naturally that he makes the neediest of sounds.

You like what he does. You find great enjoyment in making men noisy for you. There is something very satisfying about using your mouth or hands to turn an otherwise well-spoken man into a moaning mess. Somehow making Hoseok moan feels even more satisfying to you. It is as if you want to prove something to him and show off with what you can do, so hearing him be so incredibly noisy feels as if you are being very successful.

You slip off of him for a moment, spitting on his cock just to pick it up with your hand and spread it in quick movements.

“Holy shit”, Hoseok whispers and arches off the sheets, “ah, a-ah what the fuck?”

His legs are shaking and he can’t do anything against it. Not many people manage to do that to him. Hoseok drops his hand from your head to instead grip the sheets and twist them. His cock twitches and throbs so nicely between your fingers, leaking translucent desperation which aches to be tasted.

“What the actual fuck?” he gets out and squeaks in a moan.

You purr and take him back inside, sucking off his wetness until he writhes under you. Now with his tip incredibly sensitive, you finally take him inside as deep as you can.

Hoseok moans your name and throws his head back, resulting in the sheets to crinkle and his chest to stick up into the air. Your fingers can’t reach his nipples this way, but you don’t mind. You take his balls between your fingers instead, fondling them as your throat jerks off his cock.

“You’re making me cum”, he gets out and groans. His right foot meets your thigh as somehow in his shakes, he manages to step on you. He doesn’t slip off, instead he uses the leverage to arch his back. He gasps, throbbing deep inside your mouth, “I’ll cum in your mouth, it’s gon-gonna happen, ah fuck.”

You moan around him, sending vibrations through his cock.

“Now, ah ___”, Hoseok moans and drops in the sheets as his orgasm takes a hold of him. He twitches and throbs inside you, covering your throat with his warm cum until it gets too much to hold and it trickles out of you. You slurp and suck hungrily, using the excess cum to jerk his cock.

Hoseok is quiet for eight seconds and then his voice finally comes back to him in a guttural growl, “holy fuuuck. What the fuuuck? Shiiit.”

He rolls his hips up needily, riding out the electric waves until the fire takes a hold of him.

“Fuck, okay. Stop”, he says, flinching in overstimulation.

You suck and suck on his tip even if it’s burning up.

“Stop please”, he begs, touching your head with trembling fingers, “hurts. Stop. Please.”

You slide off of him with a delicious moan and swallow, licking your lips just to get the droplets he left outside as well. He tastes so sweet. It’s insane how yummy vampires are. It’s like they are begging to be feasted upon. How paradisically ironic.

“Holy shit, ___. What the fuck was that?” Hoseok gets out as his legs twitch in the aftershocks.

“What do you mean? I sucked your cock”, you act oblivious on purpose, kissing paths up his thighs.

“You made my legs shake.”

“And?”

Hoseok sits up and cups your face just to pull you to your feet and therefore into a kiss. He uses his powers to get you on top of the bed and under him again. His knee is between your legs, his hands are restless on your body. He is moaning greedily, licking into your mouth as if he wanted to taste himself on you. You let him, tangling your fingers in his soft hair as your hips naturally begin squirming on his thigh. Shit, sucking his cock made you so wet. You can feel it sticking to his skin. You squirm harder, chasing the sensations. It feels so good to grind on him.

“What the fuck”, Hoseok breaks the kiss to instead very sloppily suck on your neck, “what the fuck? I’m done. That’s how you suck cock?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Dude, no wonder you’ve got your men wrapped around your fingers. Holy shit”, he babbles and shivers, “you’ve got me shivering in the aftershock. My legs never shake like this.”

“Mhm good”, you purr and squirm sensually.

“You’re fucking insane”, he rasps and reaches between your bodies. He can feel how wet you are and he is still hard as ever. You’ve also messed with his mind enough that he can’t think clearly anymore. All he wants is to fuck your pussy. The proper, respectful Hoseok is gone. You’ve turned him feral with your tongue. He shifts so his hips were between your legs and then drags his heavy cock through your folds. They feel so wet and puffy around his tip, moving right around him as he guides his cock against you.

“Oh? Ah”, you gasp and open your eyes, meeting his gaze, “Hobi…” you get out, scratching down the back of his neck just to grab his shoulders in the end.

His eyes are glowing red. His ivory cheeks are covered in black veins. You rarely see him in his vampiric state, so this is properly messing you up.

“I wanna take you”, he says and slaps his cockhead against your clit repeatedly. It sounds wet, makes you flinch and moan softly with each impact, “do you want me to?”

You nod your head, “yes.”

Hoseok gives your clit one last spank, then drags his cock down to your soaked entrance. He applies pressure and slips in without resistance.

“Holy fuck”, you and he get out at the same time, resulting in your eyes to meet knowingly.

“Jinx”, you joke and laugh softly.

Hoseok’s lips curl into a fond smile. He chuckles and tilts his head to the side, using the movement to lower himself to your face.

“Kidding, you can talk”, you say, making him laugh just as much as he moans. It results in those really deep, sexy chuckles, the kind which really messes with your sanity.

“You’re too much”, he rasps and bottoms out. He stays like this for a moment, closing his eyes to really enjoy how your walls pulsate and throb around him. He can also feel your heartbeat in them. It’s a vampire thing and means that it takes everything inside of Hoseok not to let his cock grow. He doesn’t know if your boys give you their vampire cocks and just in case they don’t, he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. Oh how sweetly naïve he is.

He furrows his brows and purrs deeply, nodding his head as if he agreed with what is happening right now.

“Yeah, you’re definitely fucking incredible”, he says and peels his eyes open halfway, “can I move?”

“Yeah. Move.”

With your consent, Hoseok finally picks up a rhythm. He really drags out his strokes, including a skilled roll of his hips each time he bottoms out. He knows that he doesn’t need to go fast to make you gasp.

And it works. Two strokes in and you release your first gasp, closing your eyes instinctively as his cock fucks the hottest electricity to the surface.

“How’s that, baby?” he asks in a whisper as his hand caresses the top of your head gently.

You nod your head, giving him a little mewl.

“Mhm, it’s fucking amazing for me too”, he says and closes his eyes, “shit, you feel so good.”

He straightens up, pressing his right hand into the pillow and grabbing a bundle of it. His muscles tense and shift under his ivory skin. The red neon lights really accentuate how strong he was despite his lean frame. He meets your eyes, feeling his stomach tighten in excitement. You look so blissed out, staring up at him with heavy, half-lidded eyes. He gives you a smile, overwhelming you with it to the point where your eyes roll back and close and you let out a needy whimper. You writhe under him, reaching up to grab his wrist.

“You’re so fucking pretty, holy shit”, Hoseok rasps and tenses his jaw.

“Harder”, you breathe.

“Yeah?”

You nod your head, wiggling your hips.

“Fuck baby, that’s hot”, Hoseok moans and gets to his knees. He lifts your legs and wraps them around his waist. You mewl under him, gawking up at him with foggy eyes. The stretch follows seconds later when Hoseok buries his girthy cock in your puffy pussy, bottoming out with a sensual roll of his hips and a deep purr rumbling in his chest.

“Hobi…”

“That’s it, take me”, he speaks in a deep voice, keeping you pinned with his ruby eyes, “take a deep breath for me, babygirl.”

You follow, feeling your mind scramble when Hoseok smiles proudly.

“Good job, babygirl. Keep breathing”, he praises and rewards you with deep strokes.

Your breath shudders, your senses blur. He is so rough in his movements and yet they are still so gentle. It is difficult to describe other than that Hoseok knows how to move his fucking hips and he is currently making sure you know that he can.

“That’s it, babygirl. That’s it, keep breathing”, he rasps, sliding his hand to your lower tummy so he can apply gentle pressure.

You writhe and mewl loudly, squeezing your eyes shut. You can feel his cock reshape your insides. He is so fucking deep. Oh god, you are so sensitive inside that every time he bottoms out, you feel fiery pleasure in your entire stomach.

“Fuck, your pussy’s so fucking tight like this. Gotta stretch it all out with my fat cock, mhm?” he taunts, making you whine in both embarrassment and pleasure. He’s got the dirtiest tongue. You feel yourself soaking his cock in reaction.

Hoseok pulls out to the tip, dragging it through your swollen folds. Once, twice, a third time to really mess with your mind. He pushes back inside and gives you his whole length with a harsh thrust. The kind of thrust which knocks a sound out of you and produces the most sinful of slapping sound. You could even feel his heavy balls hit your ass.

“Please…please…”

He moans in bliss from hearing you beg, showing you just how good he can reshape you by pulling out to his tip and fucking into you again. Harshly, just like before. He doesn’t stop after one thrust, keeping the rhythm going as his long fingers slip to your clit to begin circling her.

“Ah! Oh god! Hob-ah a-ah.”

“Feels good, babygirl?”

“Ye-yeah, yeah, yeah”, he fucks the words out of you. You try to nod your head, but you just end up shaking it around on the sheets rather clumsily. It gives your hair such a sexy messiness to it, “yes. Yes, yes, yes please don’t stop”, you chant, clenching around him.

“I won’t. I can do this for hours”, he rasps and fills you with his cock oh so deep.

Hoseok drinks up the view like an obsessed connoisseur. Fuck, you’re the sweetest artwork he ever looked at. He’s got you, doesn’t he? After years and years of imagining how it might be to fuck you, he’s finally got you. And it’s fucking better than any fantasy he could have ever thought up.

“It feels so goo-good”, you sob, spilling tears from the corners of your eyes.

“‘Feels good for me too. Fuck”, Hoseok spits the last word, falling to his hand so he was right above you. Your hips tilt up, allowing his cock to pound you in a better angle. His right hand is still playing with your clit, keeping her throbbing and sensitive. His weight is on you, keeping you where he needs you to be. Wrapped around him and stuffed with cock.

“Hobi”, you mewl, spilling new tears because everything just feels too good.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, yes ah yes.”

“Fuck, I love hearing that”, he moans, “you’re driving me insane”, he adds and kisses you. He can’t take it anymore. He needs to taste your moans, your sobs and gasps for air. His fangs clash with your teeth messily, but you have enough practice with kissing vampires that you find the right rhythm soon. Sloppy, wet tongue kisses. Desperate sucks and nibbles on each other’s lips. Moments where moans are mixing and breaths intertwine. Your fingers bury themselves deep in his soft hair, his fingers increase the pressure on your clit.

You can’t grasp the passage of time when he’s got you fucked so good. Hoseok doesn’t care about it either, basking in the blissful time vacuum with you as your bodies connect in harsh strokes. Outside the storm calms down. Outside the night arrives with dark skies and quiet streets. While inside, the red lights keep you illuminated and your bodies get ruined in the sweetest way. 

“Holy fuck, Hobi ah”, you whimper, writhing under him. He’s fucked you long enough that you’re almost there.

“Yeah, that’s good mhm? So fucking good”, he lulls, dragging his lips up your neck, “fuck, you’re so fucking wet. Keep creaming my cock baby, I love it.” 

“You’re making me cum soon.”

“Yeah?” he moans against your lips, “fuck that’s hot. Don’t hold back, babygirl. I’ve got you.”

“Hobi, I have to- ah, I have to, to...I have…”

“It’s okay, everything’s okay. Don’t be scared, I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

His words are like the most wonderful hug to you. You feel so safe. He fills you with so much warmth and tingles that you fall over the edge with a whimper of his name and your legs pulling him closer.

Hoseok slows down his thrusts, keeping his cock buried deep and giving you sensual circles so your favourite spots would experience the fire as well. He presses his fingers against your clit, letting her experience warmth and pressure. This feels so good. There are no words for how good he makes you feel.

“That’s it, you’re doing such a good job. Good girl, you’re doing such a good job”, he talks you through it, making it even better with every sweet word he speaks.

You drop the back you didn’t even know you were arching and grab the nape of his neck.

“Hobi, holy fuck”, you choke out and pull his face into the crook of your neck.

“Ah, hey”, he falls with a chuckle and his right hand slamming into the pillow beside your head. It closes around the pillow desperately when seconds later, you are rutting up into him. Your legs are locked around his hips, keeping them from fleeing (not that he wanted to), your pussy is so tight around him.

Hoseok’s voice pitches, his body shudders uncontrollably.

“What are you doing?” he squeaks out, twisting the pillow, “a-ah holy fuck please slow, I’ll cum. Slow, you’re making me cum, s-slow ah.”

“Fill me up, please. Hobi please wanna be creamed”, you beg and twist his hair. You are cockdrunk. There is no denying that. He made you cum so fucking hard that all you want right now is for him to paint your walls white.

“Shit, ah”, he trembles, “shit, holy shit, ah fuck”, he pants and chases your hips in quick ruts. Four strokes it takes him, four strokes and then it gets all too much for him. He climaxes with a pitched moan of your name and his left arm pulling you against his chest.

“Yes, ah Hobi. Thank you”, you mewl, holding him close as his cock fills you with his hottest orgasm.

“You feel so good”, he gets out and drops on top of you. He shudders, exhaling against your neck with a defeated sound leaving him, “holy fuck.”

“Yeah”, you agree, snuggling your cheek against his head. You run your fingers up and down his spine, lingering on his head for some hair play each time you meet it.

“What the actual fuck”, he murmurs.

“Liked it?”

“I’m dead. What the fuck.”

You snicker, sighing happily afterwards.

It takes the two of you a few minutes of silence to really come down. Hoseok keeps lying on top of you, stealing some of your body heat as his cock slowly softens inside you. He’s got you so messy. It is seeping out of you even with his cock inside. You wanted to get up and clean, but he just told you to relax and that he will clean the sheets later.

It was a lull of his words before he grew silent again.

You like the silence. It’s relaxing and helps your brain to reboot. You need that because he really fucked you dumb.

Hoseok lifts his head when his mood lights switch to pink. Silence. His eyes race between yours. He is propped on his elbows, keeping your head caged in safely.

“What?” you ask him.

“Nothing just…” he kisses your lips. It is a sweet kiss. The kind of kiss a lover gives his precious counterpart. It leaves flutters in your chest once he lifts his head again.

Silence.

Eyes race between each other.

The light switches back to red.

He runs the back of his hand down your cheek.

“You’re so beautiful”, he whispers, making your heart flutter.

“You’re beautiful too, Hobi”, you breathe, reaching up to caress his cheek.

His eyes lower just a little bit, a shy smile curls his lips.

“Shit ___, you’ve got me feeling romantic. What have you done to me?” he says and snickers.

“Is that bad?” you ask.

“No, it’s just”, he shudders, “giving me the shivers. Mhm fuck”, he says and nuzzles his face into your neck as he lets out a cute sound. He smooches you just once before the nuzzling continues.

You giggle, wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

“You’re still staying the night, yeah?”

“Of course. Why shouldn’t I?”

“The storm stopped.”

“Right. I didn’t even notice”, you say and giggle when he tickles your ear with his breath.

He chuckles softly, giving you a tender kiss on your ear.

“Fuck, you really did it to me”, he whispers with a smile on his lips and his nose nuzzling into the side of your head.

“The feeling’s mutual, Hobi”, you snicker, ruffling his hair.

“Mhm good, yeah that’s good”, Hoseok says and pulls you closer, “so like, why did it take us years to do that?”

“Our lives have been busy, haven’t they? I feel like it’s only slowly been beginning to calm down.”

“Yeah, right. Shit”, he giggles again, “I’m giddy like a little boy. You’re amazing.” 

“You’re cute, Hobi”, you whisper fondly.

It isn’t necessary to mention that Hoseok will be the one to break the news to Yoongi the next day. Hoseok will drive you to class after shared breakfast and he will pick you up again, he will drive you to the estate and then greet Yoongi with a “she just changed my life.” To which Yoongi lets a small smile escape followed by a kiss to your cheek and a teasing “I thought you wanted to change all our lives, Hoba. What happened?”

[princessbrunette]

omg!! the purity ring request??? it’s def one of my new favorite tropes with rafe now (only bc i used to wear a purity ring and long since ditched it lmaoo)

but, going off that anon who requested that, i kinda wonder what it would be like the reader’s first time with rafe. like, we all know he’s a bit rougher n’ stuff, but what would it be like? the build up, the tension, how long did it take for reader to cave and be like “fuck it, i need his dick NEOW, eternal consequences be damned” ofc it’s up to you if you wanna elaborate lol i just love this already!!

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a day spent with rafe where he’s super sweet to you just makes you wanna give it all up for him !

there’s some kind of event hosted by the cameron’s, a fundraiser of some kind, so everyone’s there. rafe knows a sweet little thing like you gets shy, so he takes you around with a hand on your lower back the whole time, being super charming as he chats away to people his dad wants him to network with. maybe you were ovulating or something, but you were practically salivating over him. he was in a good mood, so he was all smiley and gentle, that confident drawl of his making your panties stick to you— a feeling you weren’t used to but definitely wasn’t unwelcome. on top of that he just looked so good, but he always did so this didn’t surprise you.

by the end of the afternoon you’re all warm from the humid weather, comfortable in your sweet little sundress and you’ve made up your mind. your poor pussy was aching, soaked and pulsing in your panties when you lead him up to his bedroom. he’s offhand complaining about some guy at the party who’d made some passive aggressive comment about something. you’re watching him, eyes all wide and watery and a little hazy from the small flute of champagne you’d allowed yourself.

you bring your finger to your lips, slowly pushing it past the parted pillows until your teeth graze the ring, slowly sliding the ring to the tip of your finger. he trails off, his own lips parted too as he watches, intense gaze watching you like hawk. you could practically feel his heart thumping, questioning your actions. you place the ring into your palm and then gently onto his dresser, looking at him hopefully.

“rafe, i want you to have it.” you hum, voice airy and wanting.

“want… you want —” he blinks a bunch, trying to gather his thought as he steps slightly towards you.

“my virginity. i don’t want to be pure anymore. i want to feel you.” you request. when he doesn’t respond, just stares at you dumbly— you begin to hike up your dress slightly, fingers looping around your soft cotton panties and pull them down to your ankles and off, picking them up and holding them shyly in your hands. “look.” you whisper. staring down into the panties face up— the material soaked and sodden with your arousal.

“jesus… baby.” he whispers, walking towards you until he was directly infront of you. he takes the panties from you, looking at them briefly before putting them aside, eyes searching your face. “and you’re sure? you— you know this is something that can’t be undone. don’t want you getting all mad at me…”

“rafe i’m sure… please?” you blink up at him slowly like a relaxed cat and he folds, large hands cupping your cheeks to pull you in for a kiss.

he definitely would fuck you on your back, legs spread either side of him. his back muscles flex as he rolls his hips into you, fucking you deep until every whine and sob echoes through his bedroom. he makes sure you cum, because his pride couldn’t deal with you not doing so, and then when it’s his turn he gets a little rougher, thrusts speeding up, hands pressing under your thighs to bring your knees to your chest, the way he likes it. you don’t complain though, even when the ring on the dresser catches the light.

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[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

sooo ik you’re not gonna get into itafushikugi’s dynamic in your fic but just out of curiosity, if megumi ever did tell them about what happened to him, how would they react? actually how would they react to yuuta & megumi’s dynamic? LMAOO wait how would they react to gojo being megumi’s parental figure? god. megumi life is just insane.

They are absolutely obsessed with whatever the fuck megumi's life is. he enchants them. he comes off as the most normal of them all and then months into the relationship they find out that gojo satoru is his fucking dad. they didn't know he had a sister until someone else told them. he's the world's most interesting man but he shares no personal information and refuses to acknowledge how inexplicably fascinating he is.

The thing is that I would like to think that he did tell them, but when i say it would take years for him to get to that point.

I like to think that sea glass gardens feeds into a lot of canon as normal, and in my mind, the events of sea glass gardens within its own universe is a lot of the reason why megumi's blatantly suicidal in his first year.

I don't want to get too much into it, because we're still unpacking everything that happened, and like. Spoilers. But I don't think I can emphasize enough how traumatizing these events were for him, and how he is 0% willing or able to start the healing process for what happened. I think that Megumi as a person is just someone who hates being at other people's mercy, and these events were one of the most invasive losses of control for what happened.

I've talked about this in some other post, but one of the most notable things about Megumi is that he seems to constantly be trying to die on his own terms with Mahoraga. He's accepted that he'll go down, but he'll go down his way, taking the person who killed him with him. I view that as sort of the ultimate way of reclaiming control for someone who had very little control over the direction of his own life, and the events of sea glass gardens potentially robbed him of even that. Gojo says that he thinks the Zenin had to have a way to keep megumi from summoning mahoraga, but that means that Megumi's spent his entire life with this one reliable source of autonomy and control over his self and still had it be taken away. Mahoraga was his security blanket, and he lost it.

By the time Megumi reaches canon, he's jumping to summon Mahoraga at every turn, and that kind of reads as someone who 1) doesn't have a very high valuation of his own life, and 2) wants to make certain that he's dying on his terms. He is nowhere near close to being okay from what happened, he's not open to help from anyone, and he's not about to let himself be vulnerable with anyone. The events of sea glass gardens represent this inescapable moment of weakness and humiliation to him, and he's not mentally okay enough to admit to anyone that it happened.

Kugisaki and Itadori sort of start pulling him back from that path. They give him a reason to live and make him start fighting to survive instead of fighting to die his way. They really do sort of set him off into finally healing, and that breeds the sort of trust between them that I think they would one day be the people megumi is most comfortable telling about what the zenin did to him. But it would be slow. It would take a very, very long time. But when it did happen, it would happen because they were the people he trusted most in the world, and there is not a single part of him that thinks they could ever hurt him. He would trust them to the point of his own destruction.

I'd like to think it happens a little like this:

the scars from the Great Serpents fangs were something that Kugisaki and Itadori had been hounding him about for ages by the time he tells them. They have 93 theories in counting, each more crazy than the last. it becomes a sort of joke between them, finding a new explanation for where they came from since Fushiguro wouldn't tell them, and the game marks the first time that Megumi could even think about them without the memories tormenting him for the rest of the day. somehow, he can never feel grief around itadori or kugisaki.

it just comes out. he thought it would be harder, he thought he would choke on it, but the truth slips out easily, and he isn't afraid of what kugisaki or itadori would do with it. He tells them the truth of the Zenin, of what they did to him, of where the scars came from and how goddamn terrified he is of those people.

And it hurts less. It almost shocks him, how it hurts less.

Yuuta and Megumi's dynamic post-sea glass gardens is the source of endless bewilderment to Kugisaki and seething jealousy for itadori. I've talked about it in some other posts, but I think Itadori is unbearably jealous of yuuta when he meets him. He's not even a jealous person. this is an anomaly. Yuuta is living his perfect life, which is a shock to yuuta, who did not think he was living anyone's perfect life.

Like, Yuuta exists in this weird exception to everything for Megumi. Megumi Is Yuuta's Boy. They're inexplicably close and there's simply no explanation as to why that anyone can tell them. Yuuta is so visibly fond and protective of him that there's no way to say that megumi's not his favorite. Kugisaki has no idea what's going on but it's fucking hilarious watching itadori lose his gourd over it.

they go insane when they realize that gojo is megumi's dad and no one fucking told them. Maki lets it slip in passing (because she thought they had to know already) and itadori has to sit on megumi while kugisaki tries to weasel answers out of him. what the fuck do you mean gojo's your dad. why did he think this was not relevant information. this guy won't tell them shit about his life.

After, Itadori and Kugisaki insist on referring to gojo exclusively as "megumi's dad," which gojo is a smug dick about, and which causes megumi endless suffering. he wishes they were not told.

[yoongiaahh]

His Trap - Me or Him

title: his trap

series: me or him

pairing: yoongi x reader(f), namjoon x reader(f)

genre: love triangle ; rating m (18+)

summary: navigating senior year with your best friend someone catches your eye, of course it's the schools deemed “bad boy”. You can’t stand being around him but it just so happens he needs help passing this year as he was held back the year before. You decide to give him a hand but what you didn't know is how utterly infatuated you had become with him.

note: this chapter has my toes curling. I figured we could turn the heat up a bit since it is bad boy yoongi of course. Thank you for all the love on the last chapter. I really appreciate it! My writing is still icky which bugs me but i can't get anywhere without practice so bear with me lmaoo. I had a plan all written up and this chapter just wrecked it but once i started i COULDNT STOP 😂 If you wanna keep track of the series and any updates they will all be under the hashtag meorhim. Much love as always and enjoyyyy

warnings: explicit Language, Teasing, Size kink 👀, Fingering, Clit Stimulation, Bad boy Yoongi should be warning in itself, Talk of Namjoons dimples🥹, Cleaning y/n with his mouth AAA, praise kink, make out sesh heheheh, BLOND Yoongi are you kiddingg

estimated total wc: 8.2k

Digging through your bag to get out your materials for your next class you realize you can't find your notebook.

The notebook that has your entire life planned out in it. Raising your hand you ask to use the restroom. The teacher tells you to make it quick as he's about to go over your day. The door creaking open as you make your way out of the class. You begin by retracing your steps first checking your locker… nothing. Walking down the hallway a little further you peer into your study hall classroom making sure it's okay to walk in. Luckily the room is empty, this must be the teachers off hour.

The room is so peaceful with no one in it. It’s actually quite cute, the boho type decorations lining the wall. Plants along the window sill you can feel that your teacher has a hippy vibe to her just from the way the room is laid out. Focusing back onto what you came in here for you begin your investigation.

Checking your desk… nothing. Checking the ground… nothing. What the fuck, you think to yourself as you’re frantically searching the room front to back. Nothing.

It’s been a good ten minutes before it dawns, you’ve spent too much time out of class and need to head back.

Slipping back into your seat you retrace your steps again in your head. You can't think back to where you must've left it so you conclude your teacher must have picked it up and you'll check in with her tomorrow.

The next class is your favorite, science. If only you had your notebook to jot down when your labs are. Instead you take a picture with your phone to later transfer the material into it.

Once again you got the seat to yourself. No one really bothers to sit next to you, probably knowing what a loner you are as you’ve never really cared to speak to anyone. Going into highschool you tried your best to make small talk and had a classmate you were fond of but that didn't last long being you really didn't care for the things she was interested in. She later found people in class she much preferred talking to and that's when you made the decision to keep to yourself. Honestly it made highschool a breeze for you. No break ups, no falling outs, just a place to learn and another excuse to see Joon.

The clock shows there are five minutes until class is over so you send a text to Joon making sure you are still meeting at the car. He quickly replies with a thumbs up emoji and you start to pack your things up. You're relieved when the teacher lets the class leave a bit early. The first day is over and you're actually alright, besides losing your notebook at least.

Joon is waiting in front of the car when you arrive, his face plastered with that beautiful smile you’ll never get sick of seeing. You let him know about what you lost and he gives a quick glance -probably knowing how important it is to you- before hopping in the car.

“If it’ll make you feel better you can run back and check if she’s in there now, I can wait here at the car.” Shouting out the window as he finishes with another of his flashy grins.

“I promise I'll be quick, thanks Joonie.” breathlessly you run back to the classroom to check one more time.

Halls are filled with students catching up with one another after the not so long summer that just ended. The room is just up the stairs and as you jog your way up them you crash into someone. Immediately you start apologizing, going for your phone that went skyrocketing out of your hoodie pocket. You look up and your heart drops. The butterflies in your stomach coming out to play.

“Not only did I not get your name but now you’re throwing yourself at me.” He's leaning on the rail looking down at you with those damn eyebrows raised. As if your heart wasn't already beating out of your chest just from the sight of him.

“I don't know who you think you are but I, of all people, am definitely not throwing myself at you. I’m headed back to study hall to check for my-“ Before you can finish what you were saying he interrupts.

“Looking for what… this?” Holding your notebook in his hand with that same smirk he so dared to give you earlier.

“How?” you clear your throat. “Why do you have my notebook?” Confused as to how he got his hands on it and more so scared he went through it. You jump to grab it as he raises his hand to bring it just out of your reach.

“No ma’am, I need a name first.” Taking a step down to close the gap in between the two of you.

Baffled and speechless staring at this boy, this blonde haired, dark eyed boy whom you haven't held a conversation with yet you feel as though you had known each other for years just with the confidence he holds talking to you.

“Why do you care? Just give me what's mine please.” cheeks beginning to flush again but not in the way they did earlier, this time it's rage boiling up and you're about to let it steep over if he doesn't abide.

“I like to keep tabs on the pretty girls here and you just so happen to be one that I share a desk with, so that’s why I care. Do I need to ask again or do I need to go through this thing to find it out.” Opening up the cover of the notebook.

“Y/N! Y/N!” You shout like there is no tomorrow. The last thing you need is for him to see what a control freak you are by going through your meticulously organized life plan.

“Cute.” Throwing the book your way. “ Well I guess I’ll see you in class tomorrow Y/n, and don't look so desperate to see me alright.” Winking he smugly turns away and makes his way down the stairs.

Who is this boy and why does he have your heart pounding at an unhealthy rate.

Joon is patiently waiting, scrolling on his phone as you open and slam the car door shut. Not even letting him mutter out a word you start shouting out about what just happened.

“Yoongi, who the fuck is Yoongi?!” Screaming at this point. Not caring if anyone is around to listen to you, you're so flustered the only thing you can hear is your pulse pumping through your body at an ungodly pace. “I don't know who or what this man thinks he is but I am not here for it.”

“Ahh Yoongi? The blonde?” Joon clearly knows who it is. His eyes wide at just hearing his name spout out your mouth.

“Yes, the blonde.” you repeat back mocking his voice.

Joon sighs. “I can't believe he’s still even enrolled here, I would've thought he dropped out by now. He got held back last year and even went through summer school to try and make up what he needed. But clearly that didn't go over too well.” Not at all pleased with what you told him about the situation he leans back in his seat. “I suggest staying clear of him Y/n, He's got a bad past with women and if your first interaction was this bad I can only imagine what it could be if you don't just ignore him.”

“Well that’ll be hard as I’m assigned to the seat next to him Joon.” For some reason there's a lump in your throat when he gets so defensive, almost as if the interaction brought you some comfort knowing this is your first time experiencing high school drama.

You quickly put that thought out of your mind. You have never cared for the highschool antics, so why would you now.

Driving home Joon is explaining all the ways you could get out assigned seating or possibly even switch your study hall period.

“I think i’ll be okay Joonie, If you forgot I’m a pro at the silence treatment. I’m sure he’ll get bored quickly and move on from whatever the hell he's doing.” Thinking over it you wonder what his motives are. Is this his definition of flirting, because if so he’s got the wrong idea. or better yet the women that have fallen for this trap are just stupid as hell. This must just be a game he plays to see who's dumb or desperate enough to follow along, but that is not you. You're not the average girl who drools over boys like him.

The car ride comes to an end when you're pulling up your driveway. You invite Joon to come in and hangout for a little before your brat of a brother gets home, which he gladly agrees to.

First day of senior year was not what you had it out to be but you're actually feeling better about the rest of the year.

Your brother is pulling into the driveway. Which means Joon would be leaving relatively soon since the two of them have never gotten along. For how much you despise your brother he has always been very protective of you, and has always had it out that Joon likes you. A thought of his that you have brushed off everytime. You and Joon are nothing more than friends and that's the way it has always been. Tae just doesn't see men and women keeping a friendship platonic. For him it makes sense, he hasn't had a relationship like you and Joon so he wouldn't understand.

Tae comes through the door and immediately gives Joon a look. “Will you ever get a girlfriend or are you just gonna chase her forever?” Moving into the kitchen he barks at Joon.

“I-It isn't like that and you know it, not my fault you can't look at women as anything but a sex object.” Looking down at his lap he is clearly bothered by his comment. His cheeks are flushed with embarrassment.

Of all the years Tae has teased him spouting the nonsense that Joon likes you, He has never once reacted like this. He usually just rolls his eyes and moves on but today he is actually letting it get to him.

“Enough, you two have known eachother for far too long to still be acting like this. It's annoying, are you ever just going to get along?” Fed up with the bickering and not being able to have Joon around your brother. “I’m seriously sick of not being able to have my best friend at my own house because you don't know when to shut up Tae.”

“I’ll stop when he admits his feelings, have you never wondered why he’s stuck around for so long?” Pulling his hair back out of his eyes as they bounce back and forth between you two sitting on the couch.

Joon is uncomfortably shifting in his seat, not knowing how to respond back. He almost looks flustered by his words.

“Ever thought that maybe we just enjoy eachothers company, we're strictly friends and that's how things will stay. So you can give up this stupid teasing.” Looking over at Joon he is almost knocked back with what you said.

Sitting up from the couch quickly his eyes not once meeting yours as he grabs his things. “Exactly, if it weren't for me your sister would truly be a loner.” He laughs as he pats your shoulder letting you know he’s heading home.

Making the way to your bedroom you wonder why he acted as he did. Tae has never let up with the taunting yet today he seemed so taken aback by it. Not just that but by how you responded. You couldn't ever see Joon thinking as you but anything as a friend. Too many things have happened between you that it just couldn't be possible. Plus if that was the case why wouldn't he have said something years ago.

Getting undressed to find something comfy to put on you hear buzzing coming from your bed. Probably your bother calling to let you know he is leaving since he’s never home for too long. Grabbing your phone you are surprised to see that it’s an unknown caller. Who would be calling you? You rarely get phone calls unless it's your family or Joon.

Thinking maybe It's a job you applied for, you decide to answer the call.

“Hello?”

“So the school's recluse actually answers her phone, good to know.”

A pit in your stomach begins to form as you’ve heard this voice before and it's not a voice you were at all expecting to hear.

How did he get your number? Panicking and pacing your room you frantically think of something to say. “Did you break into the school records to get my phone number or something?” Your palms are sweating causing you to grip tighter to your phone so it doesn't slip out.

A low rumble of laughter coming through the speaker. “I know I seem like the type but I can't afford doing something so daunting having my track record already ruined there.” His voice is deep, sounding like he just woke up from a nap. “You actually have it plastered all over that little diary of yours.”

You can hardly get out the next words knowing he went through the one thing that's ever so personal and secret for you. “And you thought to keep it, why?” Your knees buckling you decide to sit down on your bed to keep you from falling over.

“I already told you silly, gotta keep them tabs.” You can hear his smirk through the phone.

“Well delete it and don't call again. Actually I’ll just block your contact.” Pulling your phone down to hang up you heard him telling you to wait. Reluctantly your body moves to hear what he has to say.

“I actually did have something to ask. After opening up your notebook I saw you had your number in there so I put it in my phone to let you know you had dropped it after your little runaway scene.” He pauses. “I was going to delete it but I thought I could ask if you would be interested in helping me out.”

“If this is your way of making a booty call I’m good. Next time don't try to be the good guy and just leave other people's shit alone.”

“Woah there feisty, as much as I would rather be making a booty call it's not about that. You seem smart and as you probably already know I’m horrible when it comes to school. I could use the help and what better than a pretty girl to help me out.” His cockyness quickly fading and turning into insecurity.

“Well sorry you've called the wrong person. Go ask the girls that are drooling over you to help. I am positive they would be more than glad to get any time with you.”

The pit in your stomach sinking deeper down. You don't know what it is about him that makes you so nervous. Yeah he is astonishingly hot but so is Joon and you have never had an issue like this. Maybe it’s the way he carries himself or the fact that he makes you question yourself. But whatever it is needs to stop. It's the last year and you need to focus, not worry about these feelings that are throwing your heart for a loop.

“Give it some thought, I’m sure I can change your mind. See you tomorrow.” And just like that he hangs up.

This boy is gonna be the death of you.

———

The next morning is a breath of fresh air knowing the first day nerves are over and dealt with.

Getting ready for the day you decide to put a little more effort in than usual, curling your hair and putting it up into a cute high pony. Covering your small but plump lips with your favorite lip color that you keep for special occasions. You tell yourself it's to make you feel more confident but the little devil on your shoulder brings up the fact that you will once again see that annoyingly handsome boy today.

Tae must have spent the night with his friends, you don't hear him rummaging in the bathroom to get ready. You're glad though because you know he would have some comment about the way you put yourself together today.

Joon gets here earlier than usual. Packing up your things you race down the pavement to get in his passenger seat. Once you’re seated you turn to give him a smile but he is already meeting you with those big dimples. His cheeks red with giddiness you ask him why he is looking at you that way. Not that you don’t like it, it gives you more confidence knowing you look damn good.

“The last time you were this put together was our freshman homecoming when you forced me to go with you so you wouldnt look like a loser.” His eyes are glowing as he brushes his hand through your freshly curled ponytail.

“Knock it off Joonie.” You're now blushing at the compliment and a little embarrassed at him bringing up that not so fond memory.

If anyone can make you feel good about yourself it's him. Even being strictly friends, his approval of the way you look gives you the best feeling inside. Who wouldn't want that kind of reassurance from someone as good looking as him I mean come on.

“You got a hot date or were you just trying to fish compliments out of me?” He’s squishing your cheeks together with the biggest grin on his face.

“You’re a goof, I just wanted to give a little more effort this year.” Muffling out the words as his hands are still pinching around your face.

“Well you look great and that's coming from a catch like me so be proud.” Winking at you he puts his hands back on the steering wheel and asks if you want to catch a bite to eat before heading to school.

You let him know you didn't eat before leaving and offer up a place to go. He agrees and pulls out the driveway to head to the cafe.

The cafe is full of people from your school, probably because it's one of the closest places to eat from the building. Joon recognizes some people from one of his classes and pulls away from your side to go say hello. Taking the time apart you go up to order both of you a coffee and something small to munch on. Looking over at him you can't help but to smile at him laughing with the group. It doesn't surprise you that he has already found friends from spending just one day at school. You can’t lie, it does make you a little jealous. If only you could muster up the courage to talk to people in your classes. You are nowhere as easy to talk to as him though. Joons personality just attracts people, so outgoing and can stir up conversation with just about anyone.

Waving goodbye he walks back over to you just as your order is ready. You grab your food and wrap your arm around Joons waist as you leave the cafe. He gives you a quick smile while bringing you in closer with an arm over your shoulder. Taking a sip of his coffee before parting with you to get back in the car.

Classes couldn't have gone any slower for you this morning. As lunch time approaches you’ve become pretty tired. Glad that you finally got your schedule transfered into your precious notebook. You put it in your locker making a mental note that it's in there.

Lunch was great, not only did the cafeteria have your favorite food but you and Joon were laughing your asses off over your favorite youtuber the entire time. He lets you know he has his club introductions so he wouldn't be able to give you a ride home. You’re a little bummed about it but the bus ride back to your place isn't too bad so you figure you’ll be alright. As lunch comes to an end the thought of having to see Yoongi next period has you flustered. You really hope he forgets about this whole tutoring scheme he has set out for you.

As you and Joon are walking out of the lunchroom a girl comes walking up to him.

“Hey Namjoon, I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie later. Me and a few other people are going so I figured I would extend the invitation since we all share a class together.” Batting her eyelashes It’s clear her intentions are much more than just extending an invitation.

“Oh thanks but I've got other plans maybe next time though.” Not even looking at her he responds and nudges you to keep walking.

Joon doesn't notice but she very clearly rolls her eyes at you as she lets out a scoff. She probably has it out that you and him are something more than friends. Which isnt the case but you’re not surprised since you two are hardly apart and tend to walk like a couple. It's no different from the way you would walk with a girl so you have never really bothered to notice. From an outside perspective it probably seems a little different.

“You should go Joonie, when was the last time you went out on a date with a girl hmm.” Bumping his hip with yours you look up at him.

He doesn't look enthralled at all by the idea. “Who needs dates when they have the best friend of their dreams to spend time with.” He throws his arm around your shoulders and gives your head a soft pat.

The last date he had didn't go well so that could very much be the reason he just turned it down, but this isn't the first time since he has been asked out and refused. He probably just wants to focus on school and not have the worry of going through what happened last time.

Right as you are about to part ways and head to your next period a familiar face catches your eye. It’s Yoongi leaning against the lockers talking to some girl about who knows what. You immediately start talking to Joon about anything you can think of to keep yourself from staring at him. Joon is quick to respond and as he is you can’t help but get one more glimpse at Yoongi as he looks ridiculously good today, wearing black jeans with a white tee and denim jacket. As you’re looking Yoongi meets your gaze and follows it up by throwing a wink your way. Instantly the heat in your cheeks begin to rise. Throwing your head down you start to speed up your pace. Grabbing Joons hand to keep him up to your speed he practically trips over his feet before catching up with you.

“Slow your roll before I end up eating the ground god damn.” Looking at you with concern he drags you back to slow down your strides. “What was that about? You can’t be that excited to get to class.”

“I-uh I just wanted to get in there before it’s jam packed is all.” Giving him a reassuring smile you let him know to tell you about how his club meeting goes since this will be the last time you see him today.

He nods his head and asks you to text him when you get home to make sure your bus ride goes okay. After Waving goodbye you head into the room to take your seat and prepare your things to get started on your assignments you got from previous classes.

You made it into class early today so there are only a few other people in the room. The teacher says her hellos and makes her way to the door to greet other students as they come in. You actually really enjoy her over your other teachers, she's very easy going and just has something about her that makes you feel very comforted. She teaches English in addition to this study hall period and you wish you could've had her for English since you don't really like your english teacher who couldn't be more boring.

The bell rings and the rest of the class comes piling through the door. You have already started working on your math assignment you got earlier. Airpods in your ears to help you concentrate you feel your desk rumble as someone pulls the chair out from underneath it to sit down. Not looking, you already know who it is and you don't want to acknowledge his presence after your brief interaction in the hallway. To your surprise you see him throw his things under his chair and start scrolling through his phone not even bothering to make any smart remarks today.

Thank god.

You don’t think you could focus on your work if he had said something. Just his presence makes your mind and heart race. You hate it.

Writing the next answer down on the page you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. When you pull it out to check what it was you drop your pencil in shock and it rolls down your desk landing under the chair that Yoongi is seated in.

Fuck.

Your head is already spinning by the notification you got and now you are going to have to force yourself to acknowledge your deskmate. Before you move to grab the pencil you remember you have a spare in your bag so you decide on that instead.

Your phone buzzes again but this time you already know what it is so the shock isn't as bad. Opening your phone you go to respond.

DeskMate

12:45

So about my offer…

12:47

Didnt mean to spook

you sorry

Stop texting me

Putting your phone back in your pocket Yoongi leans over to hand you the pencil you had dropped. You grab it quickly and get back to your work while you still have the effort to do so.

“You could at least say thank you.” Whispering he leans in to close to your liking. “Just trying to be friendly.” Talking right into your ear so you can hear him over the music you're playing from your airpods.

You take out one from your ear. “Thanks.” Trying your best to not turn and look at him.

“I’m free after school, I could use the help so if you have it in your heart to help out a poor guy like me I’ll be in the parking lot.” Still whispering in your ear, his breath tickling the side of your neck.

Knees bouncing up and down you think about how to reply. Him being so close does not help with the ache in your lower stomach. You know he can see how nervous you are but still continues to keep his stance.

“I’ll think about it, can I get back to my work now?” You make the choice to turn your head and look into his eyes showing that you're serious.

He nods and with another wink he leans back into his seat going right back to looking at his phone.

You zone out everything around you and try your best to finish your work.

The bell rings and you’re dazed as to how the time passed by so fast.

Yoongi is the first to head out. Not surprised since he didn't open his bag once to work, instead he sat on his phone the entirety of the class.

Thinking over what Yoongi said the rest of the day you debate on whether or not to help him out. It's something you need to decide on quickly since you only have thirty minutes left until school is out.

At your locker you still haven't made a choice. Taking out the textbooks you don't need you put them in your locker replacing them with your notebook. You check your phone to see if there are any texts from Yoongi, which thankfully there aren't any. You did however see that Joon sent a message telling you to be safe on your trip home. Responding back with a thumbs up and heart emoji you close your locker and walk away.

After what Joon had told you about Yoongi's past you fret him being upset that you’re even contemplating helping him out. Although knowing Joon he would get over it quickly.

Your body is now in control as you make your way out to the parking lot. Legs working faster than your brain can keep up at this point. You see Yoongi talking with a group of girls -not surprised- next to a car you assume is his. Walking up behind the girls you gesture for him to speak with you.

One of the girls who had just asked Joon out to the movies, she must have moved on quickly because she is now asking Yoongi the same question. You can't help but let out a snicker. As she whips her head around to see who was behind her Yoongi tells them he’s got plans.

“Well aren't you quite popular today, I thought you had plans with your little boyfriend. Funny seeing you ditched them for him.” Flipping her hair behind her shoulder she walks off with her possy of other stuck up bitches.

You watch as they walk off still with a smile plastered across your face. Yoongi now standing just a foot away from you the grin you just had quickly fades and you start to regret the decision to come here.

“So the guy in the hallway is your boyfriend?” He pauses as the corners of his mouth turn up into a devilish smirk. “Didn't take you as the type to make plans with another guy better yet ditch the plans I assume you already had. You're more interesting than I thought.”

Words are not coming by easily for you at the moment. “I don't have a boyfriend and I haven't even agreed to your little plans yet anyways.” Proud of the way you are keeping your composure you decide to go on. “So what's in this for me, because right now it just seems like a waste of my time.”

Yoongi is surprised to see how you respond with such confidence as the rest of the time you have looked like you just saw a ghost.

Taking a step in closer “Don’t worry I won't waste your time.”

The thoughts racing in your head at the moment would give a priest a heart attack. Your composure doesn't last as long as you had hoped. Heat flowing from your cheeks to the warm spot between your legs you fall backwards catching yourself on the car behind you.

“I-I I-uh don't know what youre talking about.”

“You will soon… sweetheart.”

How does he know exactly what to say to get your heart going?

“So are you helping then?” His arms are placed behind him propping himself up on the car. His eyebrows cocked up as he asks.

“Only because I have a sliver of kindness in my heart.” dusting your hands off from the dirty car you had fallen on he opens the passenger door and gestures for you to get in.

“Is a cafe okay to get started at?” Comfortable in his seat he starts the car and begins to pull out of the parking lot.

You definitely do not want to get caught with him in public, especially since you are keeping this from Joon. Starting to panic you realize you have never kept anything from him. How are you supposed to go through with this knowing that? You start fidgeting with your phone thinking of an excuse for the reason you aren't taking the bus.

JoonieBug🪲🤍

The weather is actually nice

out today, I think I’ll just walk

home. Goodluck with your club

thing dork❤️

Sounds good 👍

Get home safe I’ll text

you later ❤️

“Is that a no?” Now looking directly at you trying to avert your attention from your phone.

The question he had asked almost went right over your head while checking to see what Joon had responded with. As soon as you read it your nervousness subsides.

“What? sorry”

“Should we go to a cafe or do you have better things to do?” Eyes wide he points at your phone you've been distracted with.

“Oh um. The cafe really isn't my scene, my mom is out of town so we could just head to my place if that's alright.” You keep your head down hoping he wont take that the wrong way.

“Ballsy, asking me over to your place on the first date. You really arent how I expected you to be.” He pats your leg with excitement.

Of course he takes it the wrong way. What were expecting coming from a guy like him.

“Not at all what I meant and this is not a date. Simply me helping out someone in need.” Rolling your eyes and flicking his hand off your thigh.

“Yeah, yeah we’ll see. Guide the way sweetheart.”

Unprepared for what's about to take place you try to relax by listening to the music which actually isn't too bad. He doesn't really talk the whole ride, just bobs his head to the beat and casually sings along to some of the chorus.

When you finally pull into the neighborhood you point out which house is yours and instruct him to park in the driveway.

Both of you grab your things and head for the front door. Walking in Yoongi takes the scene around him in complementing the decorations here and there. You tell him to take a seat on the couch while you change.

Throwing whatever you can find on you check your appearance to make sure you dont look like a hot mess, because you sure do feel like one. Everythings good. Your curls are still bouncy and your makeup is still intact due to the superstar setting spray you bought a couple weeks back.

Yoongi is still in the same spot once you return to the living room, just scrolling through his social media. You make sure there's enough distance between the two of you before letting out a sigh and falling back into the comfy couch.

“Um the bathrooms right up the stairs by the way and the kitchen is right around that corner. If you need a drink feel free to grab something out of the fridge.” You point out where you just mentioned and then pull out your notebook for a piece of paper to get started.

You ask what classes he is taking in hopes to get a better idea of what you got yourself into. Luckily most of the classes are ones that you have already taken or are currently taking. As he is explaining what he needs help with you keep track by writing it down on the paper. He lets out a laugh and you look up to see what he is on about.

“You sure do like to keep control huh.” The corners of his mouth slightly turned up. He runs his hands through his messy blonde hair.

“Is there something wrong with that?” You’re confused as to why he would ask because that should be a giive you think.

“Not at all, actually I can relate.” Scooting a bit closer to you to see what you've written on the paper.

His leg brushes yours as he sets himself right next to you. If he gets any closer you think you might faint. Having him in your house is already enough to get your blood pumping but hearing his breaths is what really does it. Crossing your legs to subdue the thumping that's going on in your lower abdomen you start setting out a plan to get him up to speed with school as quickly as possible. Not knowing how many more of these sessions you could go through.

You give him your ideas and ask for feedback on them so you can make changes if needed. The feedback he gave was that whatever you think will work is probably what’s best.

Smart guy.

Time goes by as you show him all the things you would prefer him to do before going any further with this so-called tutoring. This actually isn't so bad when you are focused on school instead of what he's wearing or the way his hair falls on his head.

You ask for his phone to set up when his tests and labs are in his calendar since he would more than likely lose any paper copy. He grins and hands it over.

“I’m gonna hit the restroom, don't be nosy.” Getting up to head for the stairs.

Nodding your head you wait for the door to close before leaving the calendar to do exactly what he told you not to. His wallpaper is a picture of the night sky and his apps are customized to look like different stars. You didn't take him for the type to decorate his phone but it's actually pretty cute. Not really knowing how to navigate his phone you end up in his messages, when you type in your number out of curiosity you notice he actually has it saved.

TomatoFace🍅

You scoff at what he has you saved under. You’re quick to turn off his phone and set it back on the couch when you hear the bathroom door open. Opening up your notebook to go over your day you wait to hear the footsteps back down the stairs. But they don't come. Quickly getting up from the couch you run up the stairs to see what he could be doing.

The door to your room is open.

“Funny that you tell me not to be nosy.” Anger emitting from your voice you see he is looking at your photo wall.

“Was just curious what a control freak like you would have in their bedroom.” He looks back at you with pure innocence in his face.

“Okay well I think you had your share of snooping.” You bark back not caring if him coming in here was innocent or not.

Grabbing his hand to lead him out he pulls you back. Falling directly into his chest you look up at him to see lust in his eyes as he grabs the back of your neck and plants his soft lips right on yours. You freeze confused as to what's happening. He pulls back away but as soon as he does you drag him right back in and slam your lips back onto him. His hands are tracing your figure and you let out a slight moan. Which he was very happy to hear because as soon as it happens he deepens the kiss.

You’re so caught up in the moment your hand now tangled in his hair as the other is pulling in his hips to close the distance between you. Lips parting he pushes his tongue through to glide across yours and you push against him. Your pushes must have been rough as he is now against the wall when he pulls away again.

“I know you like control but how about we switch roles for a little.” His hand is on your waist still, his hair more messy than before.

The heat between your legs now dripping with desire after hearing his remark. Your mind has taken the backseat as your body is doing all the talking and you want more. The tutor session you had been dreading since class has become the release you needed.

“I wouldn't mind that.” His eyes are like daggers aiming right at yours. You don’t want the moment to end so you slowly back towards the edge of your bed.

Yoongi is quick to follow, laying you back into the middle of your bed before tasting your lips again. This time his hands are more confident as they run up your stomach and onto your clothed breast. Another moan follows and you feel him laughing into your mouth. Your cunt throbbing at the sensation.

You start to become nervous since this is the first time in a while something like this has happened. A fling with a guy you met online was the last time you got a release but nothing like what you are feeling right now.

The way Yoongi touches you with such pleasure has you melting under his hands.

Your breathing becomes more frantic.

“If you want to stop I’ll stop.” Eyeing you with concern he can tell you are hesitant with going forward.

“It’s just been awhile.” Your voice is hoarse from the shallow breaths you've been taking.

“I can take it slow.” With such care in his voice he grabs your hand and brings it to his chest. “And don’t be afraid to touch me sweetheart.”

Just like that you feel the throbbing in your cunt rise to an all time high. Your hands gliding over his defined chest gaining the courage you need to go forward. You follow up by placing his hand back on your breast.

“I’m not afraid, and you shouldnt be either.” Grabbing his hips you bring him back down on top of you.

His hand travels down your waist to play with the hem of your shirt before slowly guiding it under and working its way back up. Pulling your back off the bed he reaches around to unclasp your bra. Not wanting to waste anytime his fingers start circling your nub. Your lips parting as you moan, you move to slide your tongue in.

Pressing up against your heat you can feel him through his jeans. He’s big. Like really big. It makes you needy. You sit up to throw your shirt and bra off to the ground.

He lets out a subtle grunt. “Just as I thought, You’re perfect.” It doesn't take long before your tops make a pile next to the bed.

His toned body is everything you could have dreamed of. Hair now slicked back with sweat and eyes filled with admiration as they take in the view. Your neediness now at its max your hand makes its way to unclasp the fabric at his waist. Pulling his bottoms down your eyes are wide at the sight of him in his briefs. You knew it was big from just feeling it on your thigh but this is daunting to look at.

“Like what you see babygirl?” He does the rest of the work pulling his jeans off. Once they are gone he’s reaching for yours.

His hand at the waist of your sweatpants teasingly pulling it back and letting it go against your skin while kissing down your belly. The tinge of the elastic hitting your hips is invigorating. He is so mindful but so rash in the way he touches you. You love it. You’ve never been touched like this.

He finally slips his hand under the cloth of your pants, reaching your panties. He moves down to your center. Your head now facing up at the ceiling from his touch.

“Mm you’re so wet already.” Rubbing his hand between your folds not yet touching what is aching to be handled.

“Please Yoongi, I need you.” You beg as you reach to grab his hard.

“Fuck.” Moaning he takes your pants off to reveal your soaked through thong.

Your back starts to arch and your moans are coming out tenfold as he circles your bud with his fingers. You could come from just the stimulation you're getting and you're completely fine with it.

Pulling your thong to the side his finger starts playing with your opening. Needing a release and quick you guide his hand into you. His long fingers hitting every spot you need him to.

“So needy”

His fingers sliding in and out of you curling as they reach your g spot. Your whines telling him he's doing great. It only takes a couple pumps into you when you start to feel the pressure building up in your core ready to snap. It's like he already knows what your body needs. You feel yourself tightening around his fingers as your eyes roll back knowing what you have been begging for is right around the corner.

Yoongi bends down right next to your ear to whisper “Come for me sweetheart.”

And just like that you've reached euphoria.

He’s watching you with awh as you hit your climax. Not once taking his gaze away from your face enjoying how fast you crumble beneath him.

Legs shaking and closing around his arm you moan louder than you ever have.

“Yoongi, Fuck!”

His name rolling off your tongue like it's been said a million times.

“Say it again”

He demands as his fingers ride you through this high you never want to come down from.

“Yoongi!”

His hard is now pulsing against your thigh.

Slipping his fingers out from you he places them in his mouth licking up the mess you made.

“Fuck you even taste good sweetheart.”

Struggling to keep your eyes focused on him, blurry from the intense orgasm you just had. He gives your lower tummy a kiss.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” You mutter out breathlessly.

“Believe it babygirl.”

Pulling you up from the bed he places your hand on his throbbing cock. As you make your into his briefs you’re interrupted.

“I’m home! JK dropped me off after practice. Who’s car is that out front?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

So caught up in the moment you completely forgot your brother told you he would be home earlier than usual.

Yoongi being here wouldn't be an issue if he wasn't practically naked in your room. You could have easily explained about you helping him out with school. But no way in hell could you come up with an excuse for this.

Jumping up to get off the bed you gather your clothing from off the floor and start to dress yourself. Yoongi is still on the bed exactly how you left him. Grabbing his things from off the floor you fling them onto the bed.

“Oh my god, you have to go. My brother cannot find out about this.”

Thinking of how you are going to get him out you remember you left all your stuff downstairs on the coffee table.

Yoongi is laughing at you as you pace the room.

“You think this is funny?!”

“Maybe a little” Still laughing.

You open your door to check for Tae downstairs. Not seeing him anywhere, you push Yoongi into the bathroom and run back to your room to fix yourself up before heading down.

Tae had already made his way into his room so you take a seat on the couch. Legs shaking as you nervously wait for Yoongi to join you.

Your brother emerges from his room to see you now on the sofa.

“Whose stuff is that? Did you finally make a friend?”

“No I-uh am tutoring someone from school, he’s in the bathroom.”

Peeking around the corner to make sure he heard what you said. “You’re tutoring? Why?” His eyebrows cucked up with confusion.

Thinking of something to say quickly.

“My teacher recommended me since I’m one of the top students in my class.”

Good. That sounds believable.

Hearing the bathroom door swing open. Hoping your brother doesn't flip once he sees who it is.

Yoongi is a different person when introducing himself to Tae. His posture is taller, His voice is higher and he's smiling at your brother while motioning out his hand for Tae to shake. Where has this gentleman been hiding out, He's not at all the boy you got seated next to.

Surprisingly Tae isn't offput at all. They are actually making small talk about sports in the kitchen entryway. You clear your throat to get their attention.

“Not trying to interrupt but Yoongi didn't you say you had somewhere to be.” Looking at him you dart your eyes to the door and you gently sweep your hands so he gets the hint to leave.

“Yeah actually, I must have lost track of time. I’ll take my leave.”

Once at the door he flips around to give you a wink before telling you he will see you this weekend for your next session. You immediately know what he means by that and close the door with haste.

Not acknowledging Tae at all you go to your room.

Phone buzzing you reach to check.

DeskMate

Don’t think about me

too much while i'm

gone, sweetheart😉

Shutting it off quickly after reading you sit down in your desk chair and take a deep breath of relief that you got though that.

Your mind is racing at the fact that the boy you just met and can't stand fingerfucked you in your bed.

The pent up desire now over with you won't fall into his trap again.

[danieyells]

hi hi! I'm back, if you remember me (thank you again for your help back then!)

so i was looking at tohma's april fools' lines which is

"What I wouldn't give to knock that bastard Jin's head off… Oh come now, what's that face? I'm joking, of course."

and i was like, "??? girl, were you really joking? that doesn't sound like an april fools' joke at all🤨" BECAUSE I WAS SO TAKEN ABACK LMAOO. tbh a little scary too, I'm sure he was indeed joking but most likely wasn't too far off from his real feelings? either way it's so hilarious, imagine jin hearing that😭

-👑

hello hello welcome back and sorry it took so long to get to this!

LMAO RIGHT THE WAY HE SAYS IT IS SO SERIOUS LIKE. It's okay Tohma, everyone complains about their bosses sometimes.

BUT IT'S ALSO IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER THAT TOHMA IS EX-VAGASTROM. AND YOU CAN TAKE THE BOY AWAY FROM VAGASTROM BUT YOU CANNOT TAKE VAGASTROM OUT THE BOY. He spent his first two years in DW sparring with Alan in the Pit and breaking shit with earthquake level vibrations and his BEAST AXE. He's a servant now but you take that suit off and he's back to being a delinquent. A big muscular delinquent.

Also I did kinda imagine that the " ...Tsk. If that was a joke, it wasn't fucking funny." part of Jin's april fool's as the response lolol i feel like he wouldn't even be phased just glare at him with the usual "you got a death wish, piece of shit?" and tell him he'd like to see him try. Just y'know let him grab MC before he tries. Okay they're holding hands now you can try.

[haysprite]

question: what do you think frank and Julie's relationship is like?

Oh my goodness, okay, Anon, I hope you know I've spent the whole time mulling over this as I've tried to figure out how to put everything into words lmao. I have so much I wanna talk about with them, but I'm gonna try and limit myself here cause some shit just needs to be drawn instead. Once again, might be disorganized, but it's fine as long as I get the idea across haha. Also, disclaimer to everyone, pls remember THIS IS JUST MY OPINION AND INTERPRETATION ! I'm workin with what we got so far, and while I'm excited to see what the comic will bring in terms of these two, this is what I personally believe at this current moment in time lmao. Alrighty, with that outta the way, let's dive in.

First things first, I just wanna get it out that I believe they are a fucking POWER couple. These two are able to read each other like an open book due to how close they are. They tell each other everything, know each other's boundaries super well (as well as respect them), and are honestly pretty inseparable. It would take a LOT to break them apart. They get in fights, ofc, like any young couple, but they always make up in the end cause they don't like being mad at each other and can't stand being apart.

It didn't take them long to grow close after they first met! They hit it off really well from the beginning, but I wouldn't say it was a love at first sight kinda thing? More like, besties at first sight (seeing as how Julie was immediately intrigued by Frank), and then fall in love later cause of how close they become. I feel like after the first party that Frank showed up to, that's just how they'd spend every one of Julie's parties together. They'd join in on the fun at first, but then sneak away to just be alone.

They love to spend hours talking to each other, just the two of them discussing whatever topic comes to mind first. They'll take long walks together, or stay up all night just holding each other, never wanting to let go. Some nights they'll go wreck havoc together, with or without Joey and Susie, feeling like they're unstoppable when with the other.

You can't convince me that they don't show a lot of PDA either lmaoo. Hand holding, kissing, cuddling, you name it! They want everyone to know that they're together, and that their partner is THEIR'S. Julie loves to sit on Frank's lap a lot and get piggy back rides from him. She just loves to be held in his arms, feeling safe and protected by him. They fall asleep together a lot, and sometimes Julie will wake up being suffocated by Frank cause he's holding her super tightly.

When it came to them actually admitting their feelings toward one another, I feel like it honestly came pretty naturally. There wasn't any big confession scene or whatever, they just kinda realized they liked each other due to their constant "friendly" flirting, kissed, and then moved forward from there lmao. I will say tho, before this happened, Julie was constantly talking to Susie, asking her whether or not she thought Frank liked her. Susie had to stifle a laugh every damn time cause she thought it was pretty obvious, but she's not one to speak cause of her and Joey. Frank, on the other hand, never said a damn thing to Joey, but Joey knew. He could sense it. Also Joey and Susie probably made bets on who would confess first let's be reallll.

Friendly bickering/bullying would play a huge part in their relationship as well. They'd both bug each other by doing harmless stuff that they knew the other would get annoyed or pissy about. They would never take it too far, though, since they never wanted to actually hurt the other. They just wanted to have fun and be silly. Lotta fun pranks and all that jazz. Most of the time they'd cause shit together on other people, though. One of their favorite pass times is probably seeing who could steal the most valuable shit in a short amount of time from shops or houses, just a little game they'd play. Neither of them would try too hard to impress each other as well.

In, short, they fucking love each other. Frank and Julie are each other's ride or die, and they would never do anything to hurt the other. They cause a lot of mayhem, and overall enjoy each other's company. They're in love and you can't convince me otherwise. Thank you for coming to my DBD Talk 🤭💞

[highdefinitions]

Rain being a prick (lovingly) is my new favorite thing ever I think and I really don’t think there’s a better way to sum up the bastard than that lmao

but oooo would love to hear your hcs!!

LMAOO I DIDN'T KNOW HOW ELSE TO EXPLAIN IT OKAY!!

also...apologies in advance but i have a GOOGLE DOC of my ghoul hcs and well...rain's section is like the second or third longest so don't say i didn't warn you... going to put them all under the cut for space reasons... it gets pretty long... apologies in advance for the fuckin essay i gave you to read but like YOU ASKED FOR IT YOU OPENED THIS DOOR..

like i said, prick (lovingly). he's a charmer, a sarcastic prick and sometimes breaches the level of being an outright dickhead, but nobody faults him for it. it's who he is, how he is. he's lovable almost, he turns it into something different that anyone else is able to (i'm way better at writing it than i am explaining it, i think... comes out better in dialogue)

so this was like the first thing i ever wrote about rain btw but... although he's super friendly and has never really given anybody issues about anything or picked a fight about something, something is...very off about him. like waaayyy off. he's super off-putting sometimes in a way that nobody can really describe but sometimes it's super duper jarring to everybody. because he's Nice!! but he's so fucking Weird!! and not even in like a super obvious way but in a way where if you spent too much time around him you really start to notice it.

and i have reasons for this!! drumroll please.... it's because rain's not from hell, but rather from limbo! yeahhh he's not all the way normal. and that's okay. everybody still loves him. sometimes he freaks the fuck out of dew and swiss but they Love him!! ALSO he's got the tiniest bit of quintessence in him that's he's not been able to control because he didn't entirely know he had it (aether figured that one out) ((copia's never been able to summon a Normal ghoul))

but despite all this weirdness and off-puttingness (? that's not a word), everybody loves him. he doesn't necessarily bother anybody, it's almost like he's not even different to anyone anymore, but sometimes, you notice his ways are a little unconventional. he's definitely different from everybody else, but it takes a lot more looking into now. when he was first summoned, he was a disaster. the only people that didn't seem at all bothered by him were aether, mountain, and copia. cumulus tried, she really did, and for the most part it worked but sometimes...

most definitely the scariest when he gets angry. doesn't happen often and it takes a lot to really break to that point, but holy fuck when he's angry it's terrifying. mostly because it doesn't happen often, but also mostly because he goes Cold (physically and figuratively)

he's just about as good of a troublemaker as dew or sunshine or swiss are. he's just better about keeping himself out of trouble. he's a sneaky bastard. and 9/10 he feigns innocence so well everybody just turns the other way because "rain would never." but he would. every time. he would. conniving prick. sometimes if he's good enough about it, feeling particularly like an instigator, he'll line it all up so dew gets into trouble for it.

now i guess some weird & random hcs i have about him... he likes to drink saltwater, mostly for headaches (don't ask him how it works, it just does)

he's very good at puzzles, like disgustingly good

loves apples, but not the peel. and he doesn't like to cut it up himself, but much rather prefers when somebody else does it for him. he'll just carry around an apple until somebody takes it from him and cuts it. it's usually mountain. he'll cut it up into slices too ...i definitely did make this hc into a fic

he's the best at pool. it drives dew and swiss up the wall that they can't beat him—even if they're on a team together against him. rain sometimes like to hustle the siblings that don't know about his skill. he thinks it's funny. he's definitely hustled copia a time or two about giving him a break from band practices.

really likes horror movies but he gets scared when he watches them alone so he always drags somebody into his room to watch them with him. but he's also always grabbing onto them and subconsciously squeezing a little too tight during tense parts. ALWAYS jumps at every jumpscare but pretends like they don't get him.

SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG IF YOU READ THIS ALL YOU DESERVE AN AWARD I THINK I AM SO SORRY I CANNOT SHUT UP ABOUT RAIN OHMYGOD

[elysianslove]

HI SAL yes agreed please do dick analysis for all the fandoms- due to horny brain i think you should start with haikyuu/the captains OR aot OR sk8 JAHAHSJ I CANT EVEN DECIDE DJFJ THIS WASNT HELPFUL LMAOO SORRY -🐰

it’s way too late in the am rn and i can’t sleep so i’m doing a dick analysis for the haikyuu captains. thank you very much. 

this is probably hella unrealistic but ,,, that’s the beauty of fanfiction <3 

other versions: haikyuu aces dick analysis, haikyuu setters dick analysis, haikyuu middle blockers dick analysis, jjk dick analysis 

HAIKYUU CAPTAINS DICK ANALYSIS 

daichi sawamura 

AH FAT DICK. it’s like heavy, oh my god he’s hung. he’s not so long, probably somewhere around 6.5 inches, give or take, but my god he’s THICK. relatively veiny all along, and the tip is a very dark pink when he’s properly hard. he’s not completely clean shaven, but very neatly trimmed for you, cause he’s a sucker for deep throating. it curves a little to the right too, and always, always, fills you up so well. cums so much, like lowkey got breeder balls. so much that as he fucks it into you it just trickles out.

oikawa tōru 

this the one i was excited for. prettiest fucking dick oh my god. it’s long, not so thick, but proportionately so. like around 6.8 inches i guess? but it’s literally mouthwatering type of gorgeous. curves to the right, not too prominent veins along the shaft, a pretty pink tip, i’m sorry but his balls are pretty too. everything about this man is gorgeous and no i’m not biased shut up. he’s exquisite at his technique; the way he rolls his hips and grinds into you? magical. and he’s clean shaven too, just cause he actually prefers it that way. also when he’s very sensitive his cock twitches and bobs so much it’s so cute. 

kuroo tetsurō

BIG DICK <3 BIG BIG BIG DICK <3 he’s like 7.1 or 7.2 inches and it’s. wow. very veiny, long, thick. he’s got it all. tip is a pretty pink naturally, so it gets like an angry red when he’s hard and drooling. it doesn’t really curve, maybe like tilts slightly to the left, otherwise just bobs straight up against his stomach. you will, you will, feel him in your stomach, regardless, just cause the way he fucks you makes sure of that. i can’t decide if he’d be clean shaven or not tbh. on one hand, he hates the messiness and wants to shave it all off, on the other he couldn’t care less. either way, he’ll do whatever you want :) 

bokuto kōtarō

the fattest cock of them all. it’s so fucking thick you can never get your fingers fully around it, like they never touch when you stroke and fist at his cock. he’s a good 7 inches, maybe 6.9, no maybe 7.1. listen. idk he just has a big fucking cock, so fat it makes you cry even if he’s spent hours fingering and eating you out. the stretch of the head only hurts. you’re braindead by the time he sinks in fully. it’s so veiny too, a tip that’s a light, pale pink, with the fattest, heaviest balls. fucking breeds you on god. doesn’t shave, i’m sorry. i mean unless you actively tell him, he really won’t. 

kita shinsuke 

does shin have a fat cock or a skinny long cock, that is the question. i’m settling on kita is a good 6.6 inches, and relatively thick. needs a good stretch before you can take him, that’s for sureee, but his dick is so pretty you deadass wanna just nuzzle it. he also always smells and tastes hella good. leave it up to kita to set The standards for men. it’s not that veiny honestly, with a tip that is a mauve ish color and the shaft a golden tan. his dick is so heavy in your hands though, and the outline when he’s in sweats <333 clean shaven, absolutely. it’s for him, for you, for the better of society. gorgeous dick for a gorgeous man 

ushijima wakatoshi 

hello monster fucking community <3 please there’s no way he’s anything less than like 8.5 or even, dare i say, 8.7 inches. he’s just so big, and he’s absolutely clueless about it too. god, he’s so fucking BIG y’all. massive cock. it takes hours if you wanna properly prep for him, but honestly, no matter what, you’ll be crying and heaving as he sinks into you, because he just stretches you open so much that it feels like you’re being split open. half of his cock is in and you feel him in your throat. he just. ruins you. bright pink head, veiny as fuck, and neatly trimmed! heavy fucking balls, so big and heavy. 

terushima yuuji 

i’ve seen people say he’s got a pierced dick and honestly? not beyond him. i have to say, yuuji’s probably got a big dick, longer than it is thick, at maybe 7 inches, like on the dot. it’s curved, but like sticks up straight, you get me? so like missionary is literally heaven with him, especially when he gets all into it and literally just bends you in half. he’s actually clean shaven, like completely, but it’s for the aesthetic, as he likes to say. pretty, pretty, pretty pink tip. he knows what he’s doing but only enough to make it feel good. the potential is strong with this one. 

futakuchi kenji

skinny dick but long. like he’s a 7.1maybe a 7.2 inches, but his girth isn’t too much. will he be bruising your fucking cervix though? possibly. prepping you involves fingering you as deep as he can, and you don’t understand why until you’re taking him and there’s more, more. more. it’s honestly kinda a pretty dick too, with a golden tip that flushes slightly, barely red, when he’s hard, and one or two veins along the shaft. he’s clean shaven because otherwise he just disgusts himself. nice balls, what more can i say? they sit nice in your hand you know. 

anyways— im. idk what to tell y’all. maybe i should apologize. 

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

IPKKND Obsession #3

Welcome to my rants, crack, unfiltered thoughts where I’ll just confess whatever random stuffs cross my mind that I loved for cringe/non-cringe/any reason.

Arnav’s Rabba Ve Rabbit Hole 

ft. @laadgovernorandsankadevi​

(Context: we were talking about how Khushi was capable of incredible intellectual debate and they never used it in the show apart from like 2 times)

JWB: Khushi is capable of intellectual debate, and they never used it. I’m pretty sure Arnav had the most hots when she threw the resignation and yelled at him in guesthouse.

LGASD: Oh for sure, Khushi challenging him gave him hots but others doing the same made him mad.

JWB: Boy had a 48 hrs loop Rabba ve. 

LGASD: Lmao 48hrs on loop rabba ve

JWB: Itna lamba Rabba Ve unke wedding night main bhi nahi hui. (He didn’t have such a long Rabba Ve during their consummation) Dude was Rabba veing everywhere 

JWB: that was Arnav for 48 hours.

LGASD: LMFAOOO. DEAD. FR. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. No wonder he was so excited to get back on track to her at the anniversary party.

JWB: Dude it got so bad someone said Lucknow mithaai and boi looks like he saw Khushi naked.

LGASD: LMAOOO he probably did... don’t even

JWB: And I loved post her declaration of going to Lucknow yeh khud ko Rabba ve de raha hai because Khushi isn’t gonna be here (he’s giving Rabba Ve to himself)

LGASD: LMAOO he was reliving it like his breath depended on it 

JWB: I’m not gonna stare at her house from afar, main samne ja kar muh pe dupatta le kar I’ll Rabba ve (I’ll walk up to her house and collect Rabba Ves)

JWB:

 He

Rabba ves

in sleep

LGASD: 

He does the way he walks away and just stares until Anjali comes and ask what’s up 

JWB: He listens to Anjali say shit and he’s like DID SHE SAY PYAAR???? 

LGASD: He was beyond help after that. He was smitten and in denial. The perf combo.

JWB: He stored the pearls for emergency Rabba ve 

LGASD: He had a box of trinkets by the end that she probably found while cleaning the cupboard 

JWB: What if he needs to Rabba ve and no one is bringing up Lucknow, the word Khushi or throwing dupattas/curtains on his face? Emergency pearls aboard!

LGASD: lmao bitwa thinking I advance like a good businessman

JWB: It’s like I don’t know people keep dirty photos for emergency jerk off session, he keeps mementos for emergency Rabba ve. That’s why he never gave back her payal. 

LGASD:: He really said this is gonna be mine now. Finders keepers

JWB: It was the best Rabba ve inducer. I HAVE A CRACK THEORY 😂 

LGASD: Omg tell

LGASD: Deadddd

JWB: He literally becomes normal when he hears Rabba ve during the engagement lehenga moment and is like - I need to break up with La in 48 hours- I need to do private Rabba ves again I think that’s why he’s so confident during sangeet.

LGASD: Adds up

JWB: New Years pe samne jaakar he took a Rabba ve 

LGASD: Perfecct explanation! He said gotta do  it myself if Gupta doesnt show up at the wrong place at wrong time

JWB: Exactly. He also doesn’t know her expertise in the Rabba ve skill set. She’s an inducer. Is she a feeler?

LGASD: Lmaoo im fucking dead at these explanations 

JWB: Or worse, is he even a good inducer. He has no hope for himself. So got the cousins married to buy some time and cultivate Rabba ve inducing skills.

LGASD: Omg 

- The End -

P.S: This took me 2 days to make. I spent way too much time on this *cry*

[izzy-b-hands]

Izzy's face tattoo! Ed in a lap! The question of cum stains and leather. Izzy embarrassing himself! Ed almost doing the same! A post coital three way smoke session, and thank fuck Olu can do the voices as well as Stede.

NSFW, early and oblivious Blackhands (i think i got the ed/izzy ship name right, if i didn't lemme know and I'll fix it lmaoo), to eventual steddyhands.

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"Deep breath in, and out," Ed said, breath warm by his ear. "Good boy."

He couldn't help squirming at that. That was a phrase he'd heard Ed say in his dreams, sure, but never once in reality.

It was wonderful and flustering and Izzy really wished it had happened at some time other than while Ed was tattooing him. While sailing no less, Izzy sat on the deck and Ed leaned in beside him.

"This is by your fucking eye, if you squirm again I'll have to hold you down, Iz."

He had to have known, is what Izzy figured. He could hear himself, Ed could, so he had to know.

His breath hitched in his throat, and Ed paused.

"Fine then, I'm holding you down. I really like the idea of this one, so we are not fucking it up."

A small north star, by his eye. Half a chance at getting another common sailing tattoo as tradition, half an inside bit that so long as Izzy had his sight, he could always find them somewhere to rest their head aside from the ship.

He climbed onto Izzy's lap, mindful of his one knee (a recent injury involving a bad fall, that was getting better, but not better enough for either of their liking.)

That was about when Izzy forgot how to breathe. Only for a moment, but a moment too long.

"If it's too much, I can stop," Ed said. "Not like we're on a schedule, so I can always finish this another time."

"I'm good," Izzy managed. "Not as bad as I expected."

"No," Ed smiled and leaned in again. "I think you like it."

The only thing between his cock and Ed aside from clothing was his hand. Originally draped over his lap in relaxation, but now doing the best it could to keep his cock down even as Ed brushed against him.

"I do like it," Izzy said. "Maybe you'll have to give me more of these. Cover my whole face."

"Nah," Ed chuckled. "You're too pretty to hide it, even with art."

He could feel his heartbeat in his cock. He might literally die from it. Ed accidentally grinding down lightly whenever he moved to get more ink; Ed's free hand either at his face holding the skin where he needed it or on his shoulder; Ed's breath on his neck and in his ear-

"Fuck," Ed sighed and leaned back and interrupted his train of thought. "Nearly done, and it looks fucking awesome."

Izzy let his eyes flutter closed as Ed set back to the final bit. If he could think of anything else, he'd be fine.

Like dead fish. They'd seen lots of those. Good distraction, just a bunch of dead fish.

Ed, wondering why the fish were dead in a pile on a seemingly empty beach, but then who cared? Calling Izzy down the beach further, look at it, absolutely lovely! Iz, we can spend the afternoon here and lay out, and that was when Ed had started stripping down-

"You good?"

Izzy couldn't nod. Or speak. He knew very well all that would come out would be something embarrassing. It wasn't like they were teenagers any more for fuck's sake; they were both nearing their thirties and here he was coming in his trousers as if they were both sixteen and back on the beach near both their houses, long after everyone else was asleep, Ed's hand lingering so closely near his-

"Done," Ed grinned. "It's perfect; I'll go find something so you can see it. Accidentally broke that last mirror we stole, but the pieces are still below deck I think!"

He waited until Ed was gone before letting himself let out a miniscule, barely audible moan. His legs felt not unlike jelly, but that could be as much the time spent in one position for the tattoo as the orgasm.

The only blessing to their clothes being taken from those they'd robbed was that any new stains were often not immediately noticeable. Or at least, Izzy very much hoped this one wouldn't be noticeable.

And it seemed it wasn't. Ed only had eyes for him and his seeing the new tattoo.

A bit of a broken mirror was enough to see it well, and Ed was right. It was perfect.

--

"And you knew the entire time?" Izzy asked. "Why didn't you say something, do something?"

"I was busy trying not to do the same thing!" Ed laughed. "I mean, your lips were right there! And your neck, and..."

Ed took a deep breath. "Forgot where I was going there."

Stede appeared absolutely delighted. "And you two still did nothing about it, for all this time. I know that's not ideal, but it is nice to know I wasn't the only one late to all this."

He passed Ed's pipe over to Izzy. "Think he could make you come that easily now?"

"Did he not do that to both of us literally fifteen minutes ago?"

"Ah, true! The pain aspect of it though, has me wondering," Stede pondered. "Might be about time for me to get my first tattoo, after all. Being a proper pirate now."

Ed and Izzy looked to each other, to Stede, and to their tattooing kit that had a new home on an ornate shelf.

Technically, they were due out on deck for the nightly check in and chapter reading. It came to mind that Olu might have to take over for that, however (unlike Lucius, he could do the voices.)

[fairyoftbz]

it's never too late... | b. jacob

🏀 pairing: crush! basketball player! jacob x fem!reader 🏀 genre: high school!au, fluff, (sort of) strangers/acquaintances-to-lovers 🏀 word count: 5.2k 🏀 tw: very cliché 😳 and it goes kinda fast lmaoo 🏀 a/n: lisa I'm sorry I took this long to do your request, but I hope you'll like it nonetheless!! ALSO: to my fellow Americans, here football = soccer!! 🏀 requested: yes! thank you lisa!! @skrtbabe

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You had waited for this time since the beginning of your academic journey there. Graduating from high school was two months away, and it felt just as exciting as weird.

It felt like you had started your first year last week, but the amount of work and time spent in those dull buildings makes you feel like you’ve been there for at least five years.

It was exhausting to attend classes and see the same people every single day of the year, with repetitive subjects, annoying or cool teachers depending on your luck and everything that followed. The homework, the assignments, the small -or not so small- fights between classes or groups of people, you were praying that university wouldn’t sound like that.

However, at the same time, you were almost starting to feel nostalgic for this time. The last years where you could remain a bit silly before entering the adult world, being in your last teen years with people that you appreciated and met there. You chose to do this before letting them go and live your own lives, memories that will disappear if you don’t cherish them enough.

So, with Soyeon, your best friend, you decided to enjoy the time that you had left to do things together while still studying and revising for the exams, which was sometimes not easy to do. Yes, you shared classes, but personal and private activities sometimes came in the way and prevented you from hanging out.

“It’s life after all,” she said one night over the phone as you shared your opinion on this topic, “it’s good that we can be together almost 24/7, but sometimes, things don’t allow us to be together. It might be for the best, we never know,” she said, trying to be positive no matter the situation she was in, but you knew her well. As much as she wants to appear strong, you had found her many times crying on her own. But it was her personality, and no matter how hard you tried to change her, what's bred in the bone comes out in the flesh.

Soyeon wasn’t your only friend, you were getting along well with most of your girl classmates, as well as the boys that weren’t suffocating under the number of pick-me-girls that were populating your school and your class.

Sadly for you, you’ve been eyeing the most popular (and prettiest) boy in your whole school since you crossed gaze with him at the very beginning of your first year there. Jacob, your crush, was also the star basketball player of your school, and constantly surrounded and attracting cheerleaders or rich, random, good-looking girls, which had a knack for getting on your nerves. He was always spending time together with his pals and teammates, but other people as well. Everyone wanted to be his friend because you know, he had a promising career ahead of him, so it was always nice to be friends with a potential future celebrity.

As defeated as you were, there was still a small voice in your head telling you to do something before he left to go back to his home country, South Korea, where he had a career already planned and traced out.

You were confused as it was almost impossible for you to get a chance with him since you were not one of those girls and you simply couldn’t compete against them, but Soyeon and her boyfriend Sunwoo were always there to praise you and reassure you about your potential chances of dating him. Never convinced by your friends’ words, you had tried many times to get him out of your head and focus on someone else, but it never worked. Everything came back to him. He was unique and oh so nice, everything reminded you of him, and it was sickening at this point.

“He won't get out of my head, it’s getting on my nerves,” you shared your thoughts to your best friend as you braced your head in your hands, slapping your cheeks as if it were going to change anything and help you throw Jacob out of your brain.

“Why do I keep this stupid boy in my head when I know I don’t stand a single chance against those girls,” you slapped your cheeks harder and whined as Soyeon’s hand landed on your wrist.

“Y/N, stop your nonsense. You are perfect, you don’t need to change anything for him!”

“It’s easier said than done, you pulled the football star player!” you exclaimed, and she rolled her eyes, shifting closer to whisper.

“He pulled me because he knew that I am pretty, and that wouldn’t change a single thing for him. If he’s not happy with who I am, he can leave,” she shrugs, signalling you to do the same if you dated Jacob.

Sunwoo was also among the popular boys, but your friend remained the same, not even trying to fit in with the popular girls. She claimed that Sunwoo fell in love with her for her true self, so she didn’t see the point of changing to please other people. And you wished you had her confidence and her strength, admiring her for not changing anything about herself to please others.

Back to the present.

You felt stuck, desperately in love with an unapproachable boy who was too popular and way out of your league to be lucky to have his eyes sparing you any sort of attention. Even if he was a sweet young man, he was always surrounded by popular people, who were trying to hook up or use him for his school fame and sharp features.

One day, while studying with your best friend at the library, Sunwoo and one of his friends, Hyunjae, the football captain, burst into the library and come not so quietly to your table.

“For the love of God, can you both be quiet for once?” Soyeon whispered-yelled but her voice got toned down by Sunwoo vividly pressing his lips on hers, an arm wrapping around her shoulders. Hyunjae laughed but quickly gagged as they didn’t stop the kiss as quickly as the captain wished.

“Gosh, please, get a room,” he mumbled before hugging you, your knee resting against his as his arms pressed you against his chest.

Your friendship with Hyunjae felt more like siblings, he was genuinely nice and caring with you, making sure that you were okay and that you had enough of everything before allowing you to go home. Despite all the teasing and a few rumours going around school, you were not dating and didn’t have any romantic feelings for each other. He simply checked that you had an older brother figure since you were the first-born child, and it felt relieving.

The thing you did not know was that Jacob and a few of his basketball teammates, Juyeon, Eric and Younghoon, were a few tables away from yours, your back facing them, the future star looking at you and Hyunjae from the corner of his eyes. He nodded at his friend at your table, who gave him a wink as an answer, Jacob’s eyes burning holes into your back as Hyunjae was close to you. Too close to you for the basketball player not to feel something churn in his stomach.

Two long, manicured fingers snapped in front of his eyes to get him out of his reverie, lazily looking at the girl that sat across from him, who he was supposed to get help from.

“Jacob please, pay attention to meeeeee,” she whined and pouted, giving him puppy eyes that he couldn’t give a single fuck about, too busy in his mind to hear what she had to say.

She had volunteered to help him study History, but she wasn’t any better, probably worse than he was. It was already the third time Juyeon corrected her basic knowledge without being an expert himself, not even caring about the death glares she kept sending him. It only made him smirk as he knew it irked her dearly yet amused the rest of the table a lot.

They all sighed as she finally took the hint and left their table, Jacob bitterly chuckling as Hyunjae rolled his eyes when she walked past your table, his demeanour making you laugh.

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“Bro, do you think I should ask Y/N for help? Isn’t that a bit… lame?” Jacob sat on one of the soccer balls, hands joined and panting as Sunwoo practised his dribbling skills before shooting the ball in the cages, aiming for the up-right corner. He trotted to his friend and collapsed on the grass next to him, the last rays of sunshine offering his skin a wonderful, honey glow. He ruffled his hair after plopping down, checking his phone for any message before answering.

“If you need help, you shouldn’t be afraid to ask her. I mean, she’s super smart in every subject, but she’s just the boss in History. Her presentations are always golden, and she explains things a lot better than some of the teachers.”

“I got Smith as a teacher,” the basketball player grimaced, his left hand holding his right wrist as his gaze wandered in the grass.

“We’ve got Antal, and I can tell you that she’s always mad when Y/N does a presentation because they honestly just sound better than her lessons,” Sunwoo chuckled as Jacob pondered his friend’s words, the gears of his mind working at full speed.

How is he going to be able to approach you and get to talk to you?

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“Bestie, no. I swear I saw that in the other book,” you said as you found yourself back in the library the following week, bending over the table to grab the book your best friend was resting hers on. You started flipping some pages when a loud, masculine chortle followed by some whispers of annoyance drawing your attention.

“Hi, babe! Hi Hyunj- Oh hi Jacob!” your neck almost snapped as you abruptly lifted your head up at the mention of your crush’s name, a small, embarrassed smile making its way on your mouth. You were a bit sad that your brother best friend was not here with Sunwoo, but you weren’t going to complain to have your crush instead.

“Can I sit here?” the basketball player asked in a soft voice while pointing at the empty spot next to you, making you quickly nod and gather your stuff to make him some space.

You resumed searching for the precious paragraph you were searching for your project as if it were nothing, trying to ignore your stammering heart in your chest and the couple eating each other's mouths. The only thing you hoped was that Jacob couldn’t hear the loud, irregular beats in your ribcage because it would give in your attraction to him.

“Hum, Y/N?” the voice next to you made you flinch, surprised that he knew your name and that he said it aloud.

“Y-Yes?” you said, cursing in your head as you stuttered.

“I heard that you were the Ace when it came to History,” Jacob started, and you couldn’t look at him in the eyes, fire spreading in your chest up to your face.

“I can’t really say that I’m the Ace, but I really love that subject, so yeah I have some… knowledge,” words tripped over your tongue, and your best friend pulled away from Sunwoo and scoffed.

“Some knowledge? Are you kidding?” she said, Sunwoo placing a hand on her mouth as she was louder than intended. She removed his palm and furrowed her brows at him, before turning her head back at you with the same angry expression.

“She knows so fucking much that Antal hates her because she feels humiliated compared to Y/N. So let me tell you one thing, Cobbie, if you need help, you’ve come to the right person. Y/N is just a living encyclopaedia,” your best friend proudly smirked as you glowered at her, Sunwoo chuckling at his girlfriend’s behaviour before immediately stopping.

“Wait, did you call him Cobbie? How come you call him like that when I get nothing other than babe or baby?” Sunwoo argued while pouting, and your best friend sighed, ruffling his hair before pressing her lips against his one more time, making you slightly grimace as envy flooded your veins.

You sighed and dared to look at Jacob, who was reading the beginning of your essay written on your computer, leaving Sunwoo and your best friend bicker like the cute couple they were.

“Do you have this project too?” you asked, and he shook his head, eyes remaining glued on the computer screen.

“It’s so interesting what you wrote, I like your way of writing and explaining stuff,” he offered a small smile as he looked at you, clearing his throat. For someone that was super popular and constantly surrounded by friends or people at parties, he behaved and sounded quite like an introvert.

“W-Well, thank you,” you said with a smile and turned your head to the side for a second, taking a deep breath before looking back at him, opening a new tab on your computer after he gestured to you that he was done reading.

“What do you need help with?”

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You were astonished at how quick-minded Jacob was. Behind his fit, muscular appearance and obsession with basketball, he had the soul of a thinker and grasped the knowledge of historical concepts quite easily and rapidly. He just wasn’t good with the way Smith was teaching, the method not suiting him.

“You retain things well for someone who hates History,” you joked, and he shyly smiled, scratching his neck. His smile looked gorgeous, and you were pleasantly surprised at how much of a genuine person he was.

“Well, History is not my cup of tea, but it might be a bit more thanks to you,” he said, and you tried to stifle a smile, thankful that your best friend was no longer sitting across from you because she wouldn’t have let you two live.

“It’s nothing. You can come back to me if you need help, I really don’t mind. I actually like explaining things,” you said, and he nodded, clicking your pen close before placing it in your pouch.

“Thank you, really. Sunwoo was actually the one that told me about you, so I have to thank him as well,” you stood up and slowly started to pack your stuff, shutting down your computer with a smile.

“I’m glad he did so, I just hope it was positive,” you giggled, and he quickly joined you, twirling his pen in between his fingers as he cleared his throat.

“You know, it’s Sunwoo. It can only be nice and positive,” you genuinely smiled at him and fall in silence, throwing glances at each other from time to time as the conversation was slowly starting to die down.

“And... How’s basketball going by the way? Is everything going well?” you asked, and his heart skipped a beat at your question as it took him off guard.

“I-It’s going pretty well, I’m excited to finish high school to be able to focus on basketball. I’m gonna have to take some of my last finals in South Korea because the season and the training start pretty early in Summer so…” his voice trailed as his eyes widened, a hand slapping his mouth as you both stood up.

“What?” you quizzed, confused by his sudden change of behaviour.

“I… was meant to keep this a secret,” his voice trailed, the end of his sentence falling in a whisper as he started panicking. “Can we pretend you didn’t hear what I said?” he asked as you placed your bag strap on your shoulder, taking your sweater before pushing the chair against the table.

“Said what?” you replied with a smile, and Jacob sighed in relief, somehow feeling like his secret was safe with you, even if you’ve talked to him for the first time at the beginning of the afternoon.

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The rest of the month rolled off smoothly, yet the stress and the revisions became more intense as the days went by. You didn’t hear anything back from Jacob, but you’ve caught him staring at you a few times, offering him an awkward wave and a smile as not to get noticed by some of his “fan girls”, as they called themselves.

You still had a whole month left before finals, and you felt blessed as summer decided to start a bit earlier this year. It was only the beginning of May, but you were already able to wear shorts and dresses. It felt good to see the blue sky and being surrounded by the warmth of the sun hitting your exposed skin after the cold, lonely winter and spring you’ve just got out of. Everything looked prettier and warmer, and it did nothing but make you happier and brighter, despite the stress of the finals piling up on your shoulders.

So, to get rid of this pressure, you decided to leave town with Hyunjae and let him drive to one of the lakes that surrounded your town, knowing that the beach and parks would get crowded in no time. It was a place that you used to go to with your parents when you were still a child, memories that you shared with your friend coming back flooding in your mind.

Hyunjae and his family tagged along to give you some company and take care of you as your parents were busy looking after your newborn twin sisters, Hyunjae and his younger brother acting like elder siblings to you.

After driving for a few dozens of minutes, you settled your stuff in the shade, right under a weeping willow that offered you freshness throughout the entire day. Your best friend napped almost the entire time you were there, hand lingering on his abs while the other plucked out some grass until he dozed off, trying to store as many hours of rest as possible before finals. By his side was you, reading a book and enjoying the chilly water to cool down from the hot temperatures of early Summer, playfully nudging the young man next to you each time he was starting to snore.

It’s near the middle of the afternoon that you heard another car pulling up near the lake, a bunch of excited teenagers coming out of a van. You didn’t pay much attention to them, only sighing as your peace was about to get ruined, their screams when they jumped in the water woke your best friend up.

He abruptly sat up next to you and rubbed his eyes, some sleeping marks lingering on his face, making you giggle. Being the short-sighted idiot that he was, he squinted to try and recognise some people, but he didn’t have to.

A young woman screamed and started jumping up and down, waving her arms above her head in your direction, hearing her scream something towards you.

You looked at each other with Hyunjae, confusion painted on your faces, hearing your phone buzz in your small bag hidden by your folded clothes.

“Hello?” you said as Hyunjae’s phone started vibrating too, picking up the call as well.

“Y/N, it’s us! We’re on the opposite side of the lake! Come and join us!” you heard your best friend yell in your ear, hearing her as well through Hyunjae’s phone, who picked up a call from her boyfriend.

“Okay, we’re coming!” you excitingly said as you hung up, waving at your best friend from your spot as you started packing your stuff to get back in the car and meet up with your friends.

Your best friend excitingly jumped in your arms as soon as you got out of the car,

“Tt’s crazy how we’re so connected! Did you also think that the beach would be crowded?” she asked, and you nodded with a smile, happy to see her this joyful to see you.

The inseparable duo was here, as well as Younghoon, Jacob, Eric, Juyeon and Sangyeon, the striker of the football team. They all engulfed you in a tight hug, Jacob staying in the background the entire time.

“Hi Jacob!” you brightly said and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him close. “Hi Y/N,” his answer vibrated in his chest and had repercussions in yours, sending your heart flying in your ribcage.

You looked so good being this carefree, it was thankfully a sight that he managed to imprint in his mind despite the shortness of the moment. Being surrounded by all your friends felt so good that you forgot to be awkward and worry about the stupidest things, and Jacob adored seeing you this natural and smiling in the company of your friends. He was a bit sad that he wasn’t fully the reason for your smile though, but he still managed to enjoy the rest of the day with you and your mutual friends, whether you were on the ground or in the water.

Sangyeon, Younghoon and Juyeon copied Hyunjae and joined him in a restoring nap, while Eric, Sunwoo, Jacob, Soyeon and you played different games in the water, improvising a volleyball match with an imaginary net and the ball Sunwoo took with him as the volleyball, but it did the job. It was just a bit hurtful for the liberos since it wasn’t as soft and bouncy as a volleyball, but the joy of the moment allowed any type of pain to become bearable.

The evening eventually started to settle in, and you all got out of the water, drying yourselves before deciding to spend a part of the night here. You helped Sangyeon build a bonfire in the safe area by bringing some different branches, the eldest placing them correctly before lighting them with his pocket lighter.

“Hyung! I didn’t know you were a boy-scout,” Sunwoo exclaimed and made everyone laughed as you all were sliding some marshmallows on a stick, Sangyeon smiling with modesty at everyone.

“Ya, don’t say this,” Sangyeon mumbled, and you smile, rubbing his upper back as he sat down next to you, thanking him when you handed him over his marshmallow stick.

“Oh no! Mine burnt,” Soyeon pouted when she retrieved her snack from the flames, and her boyfriend was quick to give her his sweets, Eric cooing at the gesture of affection.

“Give it to me, I like them burnt,” he mumbled as he bit in the fluffy texture, immediately regretting it as it was boiling. His girlfriend handed him water as he stood up, bouncing up and down to try and reduce what felt like flames in his mouth.

“Oh my, thanks babe,” he muttered with his mouth stuffed when he gulped down everything with a pained expression on his face. Eric’s eyes filled with boredom locked into yours and you both chuckled, your friend shaking his head.

“When is it gonna be my turn,” he huffed and Sunwoo hit him playfully in the back as you all laughed around the bonfire, relating to your friend.

“When you’ll stop being obsessed with football and mango juice,” Eric grunted and folded his arms over his chest as Sangyeon called him out, making you coo and playfully run to him, holding him against you as he fake-cried on your chest while everyone was laughing at him.

Except for Jacob, who only offered a weak smile, but you didn’t catch it, too busy having fun and being light-hearted with your friends.

After your stomachs were filled with sweets and soda, Sunwoo pulled out his guitar and strummed a soft melody until some became heavy-eyed or fell asleep against the other, his girlfriend succumbing to his musical talents first. Jacob looked exhausted as well but forced his eyes open, finding him even hotter with hooded eyelids and his hair slightly curling with the humidity of the air and the lake water.

When it was time to go home, Hyunjae, as well as Younghoon, Sunwoo, Soyeon and Eric decided to jump into Hyunjae’s car to go to the beach, feeling the urge and the thrill of going skinny-dipping. On the other hand, you and the rest of the boys were too exhausted and modest to do this, only wanting to go home and get some good rest.

Just like they had arrived, Sangyeon was behind the wheel while the rest was either next to him or in the back seat. And you didn’t know how it happened, but you got stuck between the window and Jacob, who was struggling to keep his eyes open.

“You good?” you asked, and he turned his head towards you before offering you a tired yet sweet smile, moving his head up and down.

“I'm just exhausted, tonight was simply amazing,” he mumbled, and you expressed your agreement by a happy hum and a nod, bringing your attention to your eldest friend.

“Are you sure you’re awake enough to drive?” you enquired on the current situation and Sangyeon looks at you through the inner rear-view mirror, eyes forming two crescent moons as he smiled.

“I just jumped in the water, I’m nothing but awake,” he clapped in his hands to motivate himself and started the engine, your best friend’s car already gone.

Jacob rested his head against the headrest and closed his eyes, his head rolling to the side each time Sangyeon took a turn. You settled yourself on the window and let the vibrations of the car lull you to sleep, the small talk that Sangyeon and Juyeon were having in the front seats acted like a background noise, which helped you dozing off.

However, when the car pulled up in front of your house, they didn’t expect you to have your head resting against Jacob’s shoulder, his hand on your knee. The two men smiled at each other before Sangyeon got out of the vehicle, drawing the door open. As he was about to carry you to your doorstep, Jacob’s arm was quick to wrap itself around your waist, keeping you close to him.

You woke up confused, blinking a few times as you saw the striker standing next to you with a wide smile on his face. He removed a limb around your body, and you felt someone groan under your right shoulder, noticing in dread that you snuggled up to Jacob for some warmth in your sleep.

“You gotta go before the beast wakes up,” Sangyeon joked and winked as he helped you get out of the car, closing the door behind you. It opened again a few seconds later, Jacob looking just as confused as you were.

“Come on, lovebirds, we don’t have the night.”

“Lovebirds?” Jacob and you asked in unison, the basketball player rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. He jumped out of the van and gestured to Sangyeon to get back in.

“You can go, I live just around the corner,” he drowsily said as he vaguely gestured behind him.

“You sure? Your house is on my way back home, I can drop you off,” Sangyeon suggested but he refused, offering a handshake to the striker before letting him go.

Being more awake now, you waved at your friends driving away before turning to your crush, who looked even more adorable as he was super sleepy and just woke up.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay? You look really tired,” you asked, voice still laced with sleep yet sounding caring, which made Jacob’s heartbeat fasten. He nodded and weakly smiled, taking a step closer to you. His attitude was a bolt from the blue as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to him, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“You felt so warm during the ride, it’s almost like I could get used to this,” he tiredly said with a smile, gently pulling away to stare at you, his fingers leaving your back to come and slide a wild piece of hair behind your ear. Your whole body stiffened at his words as he stared at you in the eyes, noticing a small, washed-out smirk plastered on his face.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit... late to start something with someone? I mean, we have finals and then y-you’re le-leaving for South Korea and-” you started stammering as his thumb gently stroked your cheek, loving watching you lose your composure at his display of affection.

“It’s never too late when you love someone,” he whispered, feeling his warm breath tickling your lips in such a delicious manner that you have to resist the urge to move forward and press your lips against his.

His words punched the air out of your lungs, leaving you breathless as he kissed your cheek, mouth slowly moving to the side until it reached your lips. The kiss was soft yet a bit on the rougher side as if he wanted you to understand every feeling he had for you. Instinctively, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and you kissed him harder, deeper, his hands on your lower back pulling you flush against him.

You had dreamt, wondered about what it was like kissing Jacob, but it never felt as good as you were experiencing it now. Fireworks and butterflies were erupting in your stomach, leaving you dizzy with love and passion as one of his hands came and cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb gently caressing the skin.

Once you pulled away for oxygen, you held onto his shoulders for your dear life and he chuckled, his mouth slowly travelling down to your neck.

“I-I think my… my- oh my god, my parents will worry,” you gently pushed him away and he stared at you with a smile before diving in to capture your lips in another soft kiss.

“I'm only letting you go if you're free tomorrow. Let's put that off to tomorrow, shall we?” he asked, and your eyes widened at his suggestion.

“We can go back to the lake if you want, but only if we’re alone,” he said, his hand caressing your cheek while the other was busy stroking your upper back up and down.

“I want to enjoy this with you and you only,” he added, mumbling against your mouth and this time, you’re the one pulling him for a kiss.

“Come and pick me up at 10, then,” you said as you pulled away.

“I’ll be there, I promise,” he answered and started walking towards your house, closing the front gate behind you, waving at him with a smile.

He sent you a flying kiss with a smile and you waved at him one last time before closing the main door of your house behind you, both sighing with a huge smile and warmth painted on your faces.

You peeled the clothes off your skin and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower, shaking your head left to right while chuckling as you recalled what just happened in your last month of high school.

Nothing was making sense, you didn’t know how you got there, but you were happy.

And that’s what mattered the most.

[vroomvroomkachowboi]

Drivers License

smut, fluff, angst: angst

pairing: draco malfoy x reader (fem)

word count: 1.1k (1126)

summary: y/n suspects draco is cheating her w/ astoria 

warning: cheating & cursing 

a/n: obvi heavily inspired by olivia rodriguez’s song “drivers license”. i haven’t found any inspo to write, and i decided to challenge myself with writing angst since i never write angsts often. once i shift to my DR, i’ll be writing fred and draco one shots, haven’t done it yet tho, i’m in a love triangle w/ draco and fred lmaoo. HAPPY RAVENCLAW PRIDE DAY!!!

part 2

Y/n spent the winter holiday at the Malfoy Manor. Narcissa and Lucius seem to like her, Draco was super excited to have her over. Not only did she bond with her boyfriend more, but also started a friendly relationship with her boyfriend’s parents. Everything was perfect in her life.

That was until school started back up again. Draco seemed to be less affectionate with Y/n, and spent less time with her. Draco did make a new friend with Daphne’s little sister, Astoria. Astoria was probably one of the most beautiful slytherin girls, with her lovely, silky brown hair, her vibrant brown eyes, no one could deny she was. And everyone knew she was the nicest girl in her grade.

Y/n had definitely noticed that Draco spent more time with Astoria and pushed her to the side. He wouldn’t include her in conversations, he’d give her short responses. He’d no longer partner up with her in classes, instead chose Astoria.

That’s when Y/n had enough. She decided to set up a date for them, with Pansy’s help, of course. With the house elves help, she had a whole picnic date set up, now all she had to do was send Draco a letter saying to meet her at the Astronomy Tower and what time.

Draco wasn’t speaking to her much, she knew that if she wanted to get her words across, it is better in a note. She watched as her owl flew away, this gave her a bit of time to prepare the date. Y/n got all dolled up in her dorm, grabbed the blankets and the basket, and ran all the way to the tower.

Now everything was set up, she even put some candles around and got some of Draco’s favorite flowers. She sat down on the blanket, eagerly waiting for her love, waiting for the door to swing open any second. Y/n waited and waited, and waited.

What had gone wrong? Did her owl not find its way to Draco?

By now, the food the working elves made had got cold, Y/n already drank all of pumpkin juice. She fought back the tears, as she still had a little bit of hope. She blew the candles out and got up to lean on the tower’s railing, lost in thought.

Her thoughts were interrupted, when she noticed two shadowy figures walking around. Her brows furrowed as she heard the familiar laughs and giggles.

And there he was. Draco and Astoria, hand in hand. Her heart sank as she saw Draco kiss her hands first, then her cheek, her lips, and her neck.

Y/n had seen enough, without bothering to pick up, she ran to the slytherin common room. She sat by a window in the common room, for she didn’t want to disturb her roommates nor have them ask questions. She did not need their pity, she needed to vent.

She sobbed in her hands, the scene of her love kissing another’s body replaying over and over in her head, nothing could stop it. It just kept going, and going, all the built up negative emotions finally leaving her body, and it was pure bliss to let it all out. Y/n was angry at both herself and Draco. Angry with herself, feeling stupid for not seeing those red flags, and blinded by love and admiration to see how toxic her relationship got. Angry at Draco, for breaking his promise, after all the secrets he told her, and everything she told him, all the times she was happy around him, and all those times she was vulnerable around him, all that time down the drain. The worst part is she could do nothing to fix it, what’s done is done, Draco’s feelings are long gone.

Her heart almost stopped from hearing the common room door open, just her luck, it Draco and Astoria. She tried her hardest to keep her sobs in, as Draco said goodnight to her with a kiss on her pink, plump lips. Astoria left to her dorm, and as she left, Y/n let out her sobs, startling Draco.

Draco’s face filled with guiltiness and regret. “Uh, Y/n? What’s wrong?” He said, playing dumb, and walking over to her with open arms. “Don’t you dare touch me! How could you?” She choked on her sobs, she felt like a wuss, crying over Draco in front of him. “Y/n, darling, it’s not what it looks like. We were just-”

“Save it Dray. I was waiting for you in the Tower! I had a whole picnic planned out, I waited a whole hour for you to show up, I saw you and Astoria kiss, I saw it from the tower! YOU kissed her. Don’t play dumb. I should’ve seen the red flags, but I was too blinded by love to see how you don’t love me anymore. I love you Draco, but it would’ve been better if you just told me you didn’t!” He was quiet for a moment, clearly trying to choose his words carefully.

“Of course, I still love you-”

“DON’T LIE TO ME!” She screamed, not caring she woke up every slytherin in the dungeon. Draco’s eyes filled with tears, he started to sob, which only fueled Y/n rage even more. “What could you possibly be crying for?” She exclaimed.

“I’m sorry! I love you!” He cries, he hugs Y/n by the waist, and places his head down on her chest, he knew that this would be the last time feeling her warm touch. For a moment, Y/n debated on taking him back and giving him a second chance. “Oh he’s sorry! HE SORRY! Fuck you, you’ve hurt me in the worst way a human could be hurt. You can explain to Narcissa and Lucius why I’m not there for the next holiday break! This is your fault!”

“I know!” His eyes look up into hers. “Please, let me show you how much I love you, if you can only take me back!” Looking into his guilty eyes, her rage washed away. She helped him sit down on the sofa, he continues to stare, with a brow cocked, he notices Y/n isn’t mad anymore, but it only scared him more.

She didn’t say anything, only wraps her arms around his skinny body, he cautiously puts his head down on her chest, and they stay like that for a while, until she lets go, wipes his tears away, and says. “Draco, I only hope you can learn from your mistakes, I hope you treat Astoria well.” She takes a second to compose herself, and ends with, “I love you.”

And with that being said, she walked away, going back into her dorm, still sad and sobbing, but she’s finally free of toxicity.

[miekasa]

mie what are your thoughts on gamer!armin? i know we have streamer eren, but do you think armin would game too?

Unfortunately... this is a very cute concept, and I can see almost all boys fitting some kind of gamer/streamer aesthetic :((

He has a pc setup, but I think he might also have a console or two. He would be one of the lucky bastards who got a ps5 for retail price and he’s so lowkey about it even though it’s kind of a big flex (see, now, if Connie or Eren had it they wouldn’t fucking shutup about it ever bye). 

He keeps the ps5 in his living room tho, and honestly uses it very casually. It’s really more for when you wanna play games with him, or for when his friends come over and wanna do more multiplayer stuff together. Or for things like Just Dance. 

He would probably also have a Switch but got it as a birthday present or something; he didn’t want to buy it himself/have too many consoles, but since he has it, he does use it (and he really likes it)! Lowkey he takes it with him to some of his more boring lectures and he’s in the back of class playing Kirby lmaooo

His pc setup would probably be all white with a lot of neutral/grey tones, and maybe blue? or like sage green as his accent color, idk I feel like those suit him. His computer case and monitor and desk would be white, but his keyboard/keycaps could be green/blue and the mat for his mouse and stuff. His headphones, too. 

Speaking of which, I think he would have one of those keyboards with the round caps that kinda give typewriter-ish vibes, but are still very clicky and satisfying to type on. He uses his setup for games, but also for work lmaoo so it’s pretty practical. 

I think he would also have pretty lights around his setup. Not the typical rgb/led ones, but maybe those hexagon (?) tile things, or just a simple string of, like, Christmas lights he found at target or something. He always has the lights on if it’s dark out; he doesn’t like the only light source to be from his screens because he thinks it’s too harsh and it hurts his eyes. Baby. 

He has like a fake laptop next to his desk for his cat to play with so that it doesn’t jump on his desk when he’s gaming or doing work.

When he plays games, it’s usually with his friends esp if they’re multiplayer. He doesn’t like gaming with random people, it makes him nervous. Sometimes even his friends can be too much for him after a while lmaooo 

He gets really excited if you wanna play games with him. He doesn’t think he’s the best gamer in the world, but he’s good enough to show you the basics and somehow it feels easier when you’re playing with him. 

Has a thing against first-person shooter games, but he’s a little too good at them. He doesn’t like them because they kind of make him dizzy after a while and because some of them are a bit violent yet... he’s scary accurate at them. Him, Mikasa, and Levi... a little too good at games like that despite never playing them... is there something you guys wanna share with the class...

He complains that you’re “distracting” him when you sit on his lap when he’s at his computer, but it’s highkey one of his favorite things. Even if he’s actually doing work, and not gaming, he kinda sorta really likes that you would just wanna sit in his lap and take a nap. He pokes fun at your for it after tho, let that be known. 

Very protective about food and drinks near his computer. And by protective, I mean they’re not allowed with a six foot radius. Except water, but even then it must be bottled. Food/drinks and technology don’t mix. Not to mention it’s all white, he’s not taking any chances. And he cleans his desk religiously. 

He has glasses he’s supposed to wear when he’s looking at screens for too long. He looks very cute in them. He hates being photographed in them. You have gotten away with taken far too many photographs of him in them. 

Sometimes he just sits in his swively chair for fun. Not to game, not to do work. Just to spin around for a bit. He also likes to let you sit down and spin you around for fun. It’s how you have long conversations and make decisions about what to eat for dinner.

Lets you have a profile on his desktop. He also lets you have a villager on his Animal Crossing island and is very bitter if you do not let him do the same, even though you both have your own islands. 

Even if you don’t play with him a lot, he’ll still get you matching headphones. He’s very shy about it. 

If he streams, it’s probably because Eren or Jean stream too and got relatively popular, and then he did by association. He doesn’t mind it. His solo streams are a lot more calm than Eren’s or Jean’s or Connie’s, but people like them anyway. It’s a lot of fun when they all stream together. 

People really like watching him stream on his ac island. His is so pretty (because he spent 6 straight weeks putting it together when he first got the game. No sleep, no other games. Just him collecting recipes like a little worker bee). 

He usually mentions you off-handedly in his streams, and eventually people catch on that you’re his girlfriend. He wouldn’t necessarily ask you to show your face (and he definitely wouldn’t make you if you didn’t want to), but he would mention to you how much people ask about you. 

He... lowkey... kind of likes how much people like you (and likes the comments that tells him he’s lucky or the jokes about if his girlfriend is single). He never responds to them, but deep down... he... has a thing for them. I will not analyze why here, but I will let you take a guess <2 

He lets you use his computer for anything you need to. If you wanna play (with his friends, without him; which is really fucking funny by the way, because Connie probably wouldn’t even notice that you’re on the mic for at least an hour), or do your homework, or just watch videos, or whatever.

His cat sits on his lap or his desk, or at it’s little mock cat-desk sometimes, but on chill days/when he’s playing calm games, sometimes it his just on his shoulder. Takes a little nappy nap. Occasionally licks his cheek. 

[the7thcrow]

enigma

~

pairing: han jisung x (gn) monster!reader. (sorta? not really? you’ll see lmao.)

summary: he doesn’t even know what you are, let alone what you are capable of. all he knows is that he saw you sucking the blood out of some patient’s neck, and that man is now very, very much dead. he is going to be next.

word count: 3.7k

genre: supernatural au. horror. obligatory angst.

warnings: implied major character death, actual minor character death, blood and violence, reader is an actual monster here (both literally and figuratively), takes place in a hospital, much creepy vibes, an unconventional use of lee minho lmao.

rating: 14+

a/n: happy spooky season! this is for the week #49 @districtninewriters spooky room, which was all about exploring the horror genre! obviously, i had a lot of fun with this, as i wrote it in a day (which i literally never do). it’s a bit outside of the box of the usually reader fanfiction themes, but i hope you can still find as much enjoyment in it as i had writing it lmaoo. enjoy ;)

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Jisung shouldn’t be here.

As his shoes make contact with the hospital floor, one foot after another in a crazed, frantic pattern, he understands that more than ever.

He needs to get out of here.

He doesn't know why he thought going into the restricted section was a good idea. In fact, he doesn’t think he ever thought it was a good idea. Just curiosity and boredom getting the better of him, stupid human flaws. Errors in the very code of his being, and now he was going to fucking die because of them.

“No,” he thinks to himself, even though he doesn’t quite believe it. “You just have to get back to the exit.”

Except of course, he can’t remember where exactly the exit is. Naturally, just to make matters even worse for him.

He can feel the tears stinging in his eyes as he makes a turn that leads him down another both familiar and unfamiliar hallway. Familiar because it feels like he’s been there before, unfamiliar because he probably never has. All the hallways in the hospital look the same, and in the dark of the night he can’t read the room numbers. He's certainly not going to stop moving long enough to try and figure them out.

Taking another right, the hallway leads to a dead end. That's when he hears a sound. Your laugh. Light and delicate, and for a moment he is brought back to about 20 minutes ago, before all of this. Back to when he had an enormous, childish crush on you.

He doesn’t anymore, obviously. Since you are probably about to kill him.

He can hear you getting closer, your laugh echoing through the empty hospital area, footsteps becoming recognizable. You’re almost here, and he has nowhere left to run.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Jisung mutters under his breath. As quietly as he can, he moves down the hallway, peeling open one of the doors located at the end and slipping inside. He doesn’t close it all the way, he can’t. The clicking sound these doors make is way too loud, and you’ll hear it immediately. Besides, he doesn’t know if you have some sort of supernatural hearing ability or something.

He doesn’t even know what you are.

All he knows is that he saw you sucking the blood out of some patient's neck, and that man is now very, very much dead.

He is going to be next.

                                    ~~~

Jisung couldn’t sleep. He didn’t sleep much, mind you. The days were long but overall, uneventful at the hospital. He'd spent the last two years there, battling a slow, but eventually fatal illness. They didn’t let him leave.

It was what it was. He'd long since gotten over the fact that he was stuck there, that wasn’t the issue.

The issue was that he was bored, and he was done simply wishing that he wasn't. He'd reached the point that he no longer spent his boredom dreaming that he was someplace else; That he was on a ride in an amusement park, or eating street food from a small parlor, or in the cinema watching the latest movie he’d seen the trailers for on tv. He was done wishing for all the things he couldn’t have. He simply wanted to find some sort of thrill in the life he had now.

He supposed that was the reason he crawled out of his hospital bed. Why he carefully pushed open his door, keeping a watchful eye out as he made his way stealthily down the hallway. Why in only a couple minutes, he found himself standing in front of the door leading to the restricted section.

Why he twisted the handle and walked inside.

He almost expected an alarm to go off, some sort of indication that someone had breached the area, but there was nothing. Hell, the door was literally unlocked, as if they were expecting someone to sneak inside.

Strange.

He looked around, although it was too dark to truly see all of his surroundings. He always thought the restricted section was odd in of itself. It was supposed to be restricted for patients whose conditions were highly contagious. Although, he swore he’d seen a few people emitted inside who he knows that while being incredibly sick, were not carrying anything that was contagious.

Also strange.

However, he decided not to worry too much about it. Hospitals and the medical field were complicated, and he’d spent too much time inside of one to let it plague his imagination as well. He simply strolled along the hallways, trying to keep an eye out for any doctors or possible security guards that might be walking around.

That’s when he heard a noise. It sounded a bit like a scream, but it was garbled, a more choked sort’ve sound.

“Sorry it had to be this way,” someone said in response. It was your voice, definitely. He could recognize it anywhere, belonging to the beautiful doctor who checked his blood pressure every morning. A sight for sore eyes, in a dingy hospital like this one. Every day was the same, but seeing you was always the highlight of his routine. The sort of repetition he could never truly get used to.

You were kind. Attractive. You laughed at his jokes, even though he damn well knew that some of them were awful. You complimented him. You didn’t shy away when he flirted, in fact you often indulged him.

Jisung believed that in another world, where he wasn’t your patient and you weren’t his doctor, that maybe you would even be together.

It was a silly thing to believe then, but it would be a really stupid thing to believe in hindsight.

After hearing your voice, Jisung followed it, set on edge by the strange screaming noise he’d heard prior. A brightness emitted from one of the rooms down the hallway, the only light turned on in the entire area.

Walking as quietly as he could, he had peaked through the open door, making sure his body wasn’t visible and only his eyes. That’s when he saw it.

You had your teeth sunk into the man’s neck, who was hanging lifelessly in your grasp. No weight to him, no strength in holding himself up. Blood was trickling down his neck, staining the white hospital bed sheets as well as his own gown.

He was quite clearly dead, no question about it. Jisung didn’t need to see his face to know that, it was obvious in the way his body hung like a ragdoll rather than a living being.

That’s when Jisung did the human thing. The stupid, human error that was ultimately going to be what got him killed.

He gasped.

Your eyes shot up at the noise, locating him immediately. They didn’t look at all as they normally did, soft and gentle. Kind with affection.

No, they were bloodshot and crazed. Pupils slitted, iris’ a strange, impossibly red colour. For a moment neither of you moved, although for entirely different reasons. You were probably trying to figure out what to do about the situation. Jisung physically couldn’t.

After a few more seconds, you peeled your lips from the man’s neck, revealing a set of sharp teeth that look nothing like your usual set. You normally had a nice smile. Jisung recalled thinking that every morning you greeted him, but that couldn’t be true. His memory must have been a mistake, with how currently every one of your teeth was long and sharp, coated thick in the man’s blood.

“W-what?” Jisung croaked out. It was all he could manage to say at the moment, his feet fumbling backwards as he almost tripped.

You had let out a sigh, licking the remaining blood from your lip as you looked at him. Your pupils had gone back to normal, but your eyes remained that deep red colour. Terrifying.

“Jisung,” you said softly, looking at him with that same soft compassion as before. When you spoke your tone was gentle, although it didn’t match the sharpness of your words. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I don - I don't know. I- I’m just going to-“ He started, pointing out the door as he made his way backwards slowly.

You laughed at this, of course you did. He didn’t really think you were going to let him just leave, but it was worth trying.

“Jisung,” you said again, your tone pitiful but firm. “Get over here.”

He was in no place to object. Carefully, he walked over to you, although each step felt difficult. His brain was in overdrive, and each movement felt like it required all of his attention to complete.

He was going to die. He knew it.

You confirmed his beliefs. “I have to kill you, you know that right?” You said, taking his cheek in your hand, gently rubbing your thumb against his skin. On your lips adorned a pout, looking at him with sad eyes.

Although behind the sadness, he could see something else. Something far, far more sinister. Malicious.

“But I suppose we could make a little game out of it, couldn’t we?” You said, and Jisung felt his heartbeat quicken even faster, chest heaving as he tried to maintain his breath, not able to bring himself to speak.

He really shouldn’t have been there.

You leaned in, so close your lips brushed against his ear. He shivered at the action. It felt wrong. If you had done that an hour ago, he would have been over the moon, and now all he could feel was terror. Disgust. Horror.

“Run,” you whispered. It took a moment for the word to register in his mind, but when it did, his feet immediately set themselves in motion. They took him out the door, down a hallway, and into the maze that was the restricted section. Your laughter followed, a ghost haunting him as he desperately attempted to make his escape.

You sat down in the doctor's chair, located in the corner of the room, humming quietly under your breath.

You would wait a moment, give him a head start. It was more fun when they ran. You’d missed it, after all these years of feeding from patients. It made things easy, of course. To always have a steady food supply. To never have to worry about going hungry.

But you missed the chase. The rush of hunting, the dance of predator and prey.

You smiled to yourself, the noise of his footsteps fading out in the distance.

The game had begun.

       ~~~~

Jisung scans the room he has just entered, and recognizes it for what it is immediately.

A morgue.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Jisung thinks to himself, panic beginning to spark in his chest. He sees the cabinets in which they keep the bodies lined against the walls, a table with pliers and other tools settled in the middle of the room.

This cannot be happening.

He hears your footsteps take a turn down the hallway, approaching the room. You’re going to see the door cracked open slightly. You’re going to find him standing there. You’re going to kill him.

He’s done for, if he doesn’t do something quick.

He moves towards the cabinets, pulling one of them open as quietly as he can, desperately hoping there's not a body inside.

There isn’t, and he lets out a sigh of relief, before carefully crawling inside the cabinet himself. Placing his hands on the roof of the cabinet, he pulls the box inwards, sealing himself in with a soft “click.”

He’ll worry about how to get himself out later. He has to survive the far more likely possibility of you finding him first.

Your footsteps stop in front of the room, as he hears the door gently creak open. “Jisung, are you in here?” You ask, and he clenches his eyes shut, body beginning to tremble in fear. Your voice isn’t maniacal, or dark. No, quite the opposite. It’s concerned.

The same tone you used when taking his blood pressure. The same tone you used when one of his coughing fits became too much and he doubled over. The same tone you used when you would smile at him, stating how it wasn’t fair for such a sweet guy like him to be stuck in a place like this.

How the hell was that the same person he just saw kill a man? It was impossible, an utter enigma.

“Jisung, I know you’re in here,” you say, your voice a little more firm. “I can hear you breathing.”

Jisung clamps his hand over his mouth, the tears that have been collecting in his eyes finally spilling over. This can’t be happening. It can’t be, it can’t be, it can be-

He hears the sound of a drawer open on the opposite end of the room.

You’ve started opening the cabinets.

He shakes his head in denial to nobody but himself. He’s done for. You’re going to find him and that’s going to be it. He’s so fucked. He’s going to die.

“Jisung, if you just come out this will be so much- '' you begin to say, when suddenly the room flashes with brightness, the light visible as it peeks through the cracks under the cabinet door.

“Dr. L/N,” a voice calls, clearly surprised, and Jisung recognizes it immediately. It’s Lee Minho, the coroner.

His heart leaps in utter relief.

“What are you doing in here?” He asks. There’s a loud thumping noise, as if something is being dropped that Jisung can’t quite place, before he hears Minho make his way across the room, gently shutting one of the cabinets you had previously opened. “You shouldn’t be doing this,” he states simply, and Jisung can almost hear the frown playing across his lips.

He and Lee Minho are not very close, strangers other than the few conversations they have shared in the lunchroom. The man is quiet, mostly keeping to himself. Jisung supposes that’s the ideal sort of personality, considering his line of work.

Although they aren’t close, Jisung is overjoyed to hear the man’s voice. This might be his single chance at survival.

“I’m sorry Minho,” you say politely, your footsteps stepping away from the cabinet, making their way towards the door. There’s another moment of silence before you let out a sigh. “I thought I heard a rat.”

Just like that you are gone, your footsteps disappearing down the hallway, and out of ear-shot. Jisung waits a couple more minutes, until he can hear the sound of Minho beginning to work, metal tools rustling around on the table.

Then he begins to tap on the cabinet door.

He can hear Minho let out a startled noise, whatever tool he had in his hand tumbling onto the ground, clattering against the floor. It’s far too loud, and Jisung hopes that you don’t come back to check it out. The last thing he needs is to get not only himself, but Minho killed as well.  

“What the hell?” Minho mutters under his breath, slowly stepping towards the cabinet. This is probably one of the most terrifying things that could happen in a morgue, and Jisung almost feels bad for putting him through it.

Almost, as it’s a little difficult to feel anything but a mixture of pure fear and glorious relief at the moment.

Minho yanks open the cabinet, and their eyes meet. The coroner's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his mouth drawing into a small “o.”

Then the look changes to a mix of both anger and disbelief. “Han Jisung?” He exclaims, stepping up from the cabinet and crossing his arms. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Jisung doesn’t respond, but rather eagerly crawls out of his place in the cabinet. His limbs are shaking, eyes still flowing with tears, unable to stop. Minho seems to take note of the condition, the look of anger shifting to a small frown as he takes the boy's hand, guiding him towards a chair in the opposite corner of the room.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Minho asks, letting go of his hand. He doesn’t sit down beside him, just remains standing, an uneasy expression across his face.

“He probably thinks I’ve gone insane,” Jisung thinks to himself. After all, what sane person climbs into a box meant for corpses and locks themself inside?

“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” Jisung says quietly, not meeting the man’s eyes. Minho sighs, shaking his head as he sets a hand on Jisung’s shoulder, attempting to reassure him.

“I promise I won’t think you’re crazy, but I need you to tell me what you’ve seen,” Minho says, his voice surprisingly soft. Jisung hadn’t thought the coroner contained such gentle kindness, but as he feels the man's hand settle on his shoulder, he grants himself the slightest bit of relief.

“It’s Dr. L/N,” Jisung croaks, his voice coming out shaky and hoarse. “There… there was blood, and a man, and he was dead and there was just so much fucking blood and I tried to escape and-”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Minho says, cutting off Jisung’s frantic jumble of words and finally sitting down and taking a seat in front of him. His expression is somehow knowing, as he gives the most reassuring smile he can muster. “It’s okay.”

“You think I’m crazy,” Jisung says quietly. He clearly sounds crazy. He sounds insane, to call you a killer, the sweetest and most understanding doctor in the facility.

“No, I promise I don’t,” Minho ensures, once again taking Jisung’s hand in his own, giving it a tight squeeze. “You don’t sound crazy at all.”

This statement should reassure Jisung, the sanctity of knowing that someone believes him. Yet, it doesn’t. Not at all.

Because Minho should think he sounds crazy, shouldn’t he?

It’s at this moment Jisung’s eyes drift downwards, and he notices the slightest hint of blood on the tail end of Minho’s lab coat. Speckles of red, darkly contrasting the coat’s stark white.

His heart stops.

He looks up to meet Minho’s eyes, who is still staring at him with that far too warm smile. That awfully knowing look. Jisung attempts to look away, when his eyes land on the coroner’s work table.

It was empty when he’d entered the room.

It certainly isn’t empty anymore.

The body of the man you’d killed lays bare on the table, the damage you’d done to his neck disgustingly visible. The skin is practically shredded, and Jisung has to force himself to look away, right back into Minho’s eyes. Those dark, oh so knowing eyes.

His heart is beating a mile a minute as Jisung shakily rises to his feet, nervously clearing his throat. “I um,” he starts, beginning to make his way slowly towards the door. Minho’s grip on his hand slips down to his wrist, locking on tight. “I’m just going to go back to my room,” he continues, shaking his hand, but Minho’s grip doesn’t budge.

Jisung’s mind is in overdrive. No, no, no.

“No you’re not,” Minho sighs, the faintest hint of a smile creeping onto the corners of his lips. “But you already know that, don’t you?”

He does. Fuck, does he know that. But that isn’t going to stop him from trying.

Jisung tugs his arm away, breaking out of the grip Minho has on his wrist. He turns, fully prepared to sprint through the door. To see how far he can get before Minho catches up to him.

He doesn’t even get the chance however, as when he turns around, he sees that you are standing in the doorway. You smile at him, and he freezes in place, an expression of pure agony crossing his features.

“Pretty big rat you were chasing,” Minho smirks, crossing his arms as Jisung stands between the two of you, completely helpless as to what his next move should be, as to how he should go about trying to escape this.

Simple, he should stop trying. There is nowhere left to run.

You’ve won and he knows it.

You simply chuckle at Minho’s words, gently shutting the door behind you. Jisung takes a step backwards, to which Minho grabs him from behind, a firm grip on both his waist and shoulder, although it doesn’t really matter. Jisung doesn’t struggle against the grip. Even if he did manage to wiggle his way out, there is nowhere left for him to escape to.

Even if he did make it out alive, out of this room and back to his own, it wouldn’t even matter. The hospital is obviously in on this. One of the head doctors and the coroner couldn’t just repeatedly kill and abduct patients without it going unnoticed.

This is a set up. It always has been. Even if Jisung didn’t unfortunately stumble into the restricted section, he would’ve ended up here eventually.

There was never another way.

“Please don’t kill me,” he pleads, and the tears have begun to fill his eyes again.

You approach him, gently taking your thumb and wiping the wetness from his cheek. “Don’t beg Jisung,” you state softly. “It pisses me off.”

Jisung lets out a small whine. Whether out of fear, frustration or panic you cannot tell. Most likely it is a mixture of them all.

Minho smiles at you, shaking his head as he playfully rolls his eyes. “You always did like to play with your food.”

You place your hand on Jisung’s shoulder, tilting his head sideways to expose his neck. “Are you ready?” You ask softly.

Jisung swallows. He supposes that he is, the most you could ever be for something so gruesome. So utterly mortifying.

“Good,” you state softly. In a flash of a moment he sees your horrifying teeth extend, the sharp brittle pieces breaking through your gums. It’s disgusting, the way they jut out of your mouth, blood forming around the areas through which they had punctured.

Monstrous.

Then you bite down, and he sees nothing at all.

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