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clubdionysus · 6 months ago

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[BAD DECISION #33] Boundaries (Or Lack Thereof)

warnings: miscommunication, kim seokjin!!!!, things are getting messy for our starluvrs, kissing, half a handjob, chess, even more miscommunication!!, fingering, titty sucking, star talk, 69, oral (m&f), ass eating (f), squirting, slight overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie

wc: 12k

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

"Wait, wait, wait. Slow down," Hoseok mumbles through a mouthful of shreddies, the hand that isn't holding his cereal bowl waving around in the air. He swallows harshly, then clears his throat. Looks at you. Throws you an expression of disgust, almost as if you've just divulged your deepest darkest secret- although, in a way, you sort of have. "You went to a what with who ?!"

Rolling your eyes, you sink further into your state of despair, curled up in the confines of an armchair in the art cafe. Phone in your lap, you're ignoring the messages Seojoon sent through this morning to ask if you're free this week. Aren't sure you're in the right headspace to be dating.

On your break, today's shift is quiet. No one is in, and no one is booked in, either. It'll be quiet for the whole day. Just one of those rare occasions you cherish. Easy money.

That being said, Hoseok's insistence on being a nosey fucker is making it a hell of a lot more difficult.

It's not like you had planned on telling Hoseok about everything you'd done while away in Busan - but the photobooth pictures were still in your bag. You'd forgotten about them when you'd asked him to go and grab your charging cable for you. Had entirely slipped your mind that Jeongguk was kissing you like he was trying to win the MTV award for 'best kiss' in a fair few of them.

And you were also blissfully ignorant to the fact the branded love motel receipt was in your bag as well. Had just thrown that in there, too.

After all, it's your bag. You'd never intended on anyone seeing either of those. It's been a week since you returned home. Have barely thought about the contents of your bag since.

But as soon as Hoseok had shrieked, you knew his eyes had been violated - and your right to privacy had well and truly been ruptured.

"Since when have you two-"

"Please don't."

"- been fucking ?"

"Oh, god," you groan again, hand covering your eyes. Pulling the pillow out from behind your back, you press your face into it. Scream. Thankfully, it's muffled. Hoseok doesn't quite understand the pandemonium.

"Why are you so dramatic," he laughs, tugging on the corner of the pillow to steal it from you - but your grip is firm. You need the pillow, because you need somewhere to bury shame.

It's an odd thing, sex. It's the most human thing we can do. So natural and yet so weighted. It should be casual. It should be without consequence. It's human nature, after all. What we're 'supposed' to do.

And yet, you know the consequence of sex is huge . You know that sex isn't just about pleasure. You know there is more to it. Know that it's all primal, and that it goes back to being cavemen, or whatever, and building networks for survival - but you're pretty sure they fucked around without consequence, too. There are, like, nearly eight billion people to prove that assumption correct.

Okay, so maybe their offspring was the consequence of the inconsequential lays, but, like, you're on birth control. Should you have let him finish inside you? No, probably not. Is it the worst thing that could have happened? No, definitely not. Has it made you suddenly overly aware of exactly what you've been doing with Jeongguk for god-knows how long? Yeah. Just a little bit.

It's all you can think about.

Wake up; think about the weight of his body on top of yours.

Brush your teeth; think about him behind you in the bathroom mirror.

Go to work; think about that stupid canvas up in his living room.

Go home; think about what it'd be like if he showed up out of the blue with an incessant need to fuck you.

Shower; think about, well... showers. Just ones with him instead.

Go to bed; think about him, and his hair, and that stupid lip ring, and the way he giggles, and the way he gets all moany and - fuck .

You are corrupted . Like a computer malfunctioning, Jeongguk has ravaged your servers. You'd let him do it again, though. Without question.

And now you're thinking about it again. Squeeze your thighs together, 'cause you're remembering the way he kissed you in the elevator. Lips soft, tongue gentle. Oh God . He's your friend . Pull yourself together!

"It's not a big deal-"

"Remember that one time he lied to you?" Hoseok interrupts, perching his ass on one of the cafe tables just across from you, crossing his arms. You raise your head. Glare a little. He's dressed in white cargo pants and some obscure indie brand t-shirt, so perfectly him, but so awful for a job involving paint. You're in all black. Of course you are. "Remember how mad you were? Swear there was steam coming from your nose."

You're not sure where he's going with this, so you narrow your eyes. "No there wasn't. But what of it?"

Hoseok shrugs. Doesn't laugh, but he is smiling like an absolute fool. "I'll get moody with you, if you don't stop lying."

Your jaw drops. Voice rises in pitch. "I'm not lying!"

"Bullshit."

"Honest-"

"You wouldn't be reacting like this if it was no big deal!"

With a purse of your lips, you pause. Consider that maybe he has a point - but it doesn't matter. You don't want it to be a big deal.

So you'll fake it till you make it.

"Look, I'm just processing things! Like, okay, yeah we did fuck." Oh, what a glorious thing to admit. You fucked Jeon Jeongguk. He fucked you . Oh, what a mess. "But we're both very much in agreement that our friendship is too good to lose-"

"You don't fuck your friends," Hoseok interrupts, all very stoically. "At least, you've never fucked me, and no offence, but the idea of it makes my skin crawl."

"Yeah, but you're like my brother," you reply, not offended in the slightest. Would rather set yourself on fire than shag Hoseok. It's not that he's not attractive - he's got a smile that could end wars and a personality that you'd happily grow old with. You're just not attracted to one another like that. Simple as that.

Jeongguk... yeah. Something about him just really gets you going. Always has done. That first night is a little sketchy - but you never forgot the barman with the smile and little shots of purple magic. As handsome as he is kind, you sort of think every human attracted to men would feel this sort of way about Jeongguk.

"Well, what do you think?" You ask Hoseok. "About Jeongguk?"

"What about him?" Hoseok asks right back.

You adjust in your chair. Focus your attention fully on him. Your friendship flourished with discussions of your relationship issues, and his dating history isn't too dissimilar from yours. He doesn't label himself when it comes to his preferences. Just says he goes for 'vibes.' Shame, really, that the 'vibe' he goes tends to be that of 'toxic prick'.

"Well... I -" you struggle to form a coherent sentence. Pause. Think. Rephrase. "He's hot, right? Like, the kinda guy you'd expect to see on a billboard? Right, Hobes? He is hot?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?" Hoseok laughs, catching the pillow with ease as you toss it at him. "Yeah, he's hot. Probably in your top three lays."

You groan. Didn't need to be reminded. Also know that he thinks Seokjin is, like, the walking dictionary definition of 'gorgeous'. You wonder who he prefers, when it comes to looks. Decide that you're better off not knowing.

Even if Hoseok does think Seokjin is in that top three, he also knows how horribly he treated you and would never actually think nicely of him.

"Look," he sighs. "Jeongguk's a nice guy. I remember how things were this time last year. You and me... shit. We were both going through it. It was a really fuckin' sucky time."

You nod. Are thankful you had Hoseok while you were dealing with the demise of your relationship with Seokjin. He's just as thankful for you, in regard to his.

"Thing is, I don't know about you, but I can pinpoint the day it felt like we finally had you back. Took fuckin' ages. Was really hard to see you go through all that," he admits. There's a weight in your heart. Your era of self-destruction had been yours and yours alone. Not once did you consider that maybe it would be a heavy burden for those who loved you, too.

It was never a burden. Not in Hoseok's eyes, nor Danbi's. Just a cycle of life we all go through.

"I'm sorry," you say quietly, a little ashamed, aware of how many nights were wasted crying over a man who simply wasn't willing or able to love you. Not like he said he did.

Hoseok shakes his head. "Don't apologise. It was both of us. I know I wasn't easy, either."

"You were fine," you reassure him. "Totally fine. Honestly."

He rolls his eyes. Knows that he was partying way too hard.

"It doesn't matter. What I'm saying is that there was you before Jeongguk, and you after Jeongguk," he says kindly. Smiles; lips pursed together, eyes soft. "You after Jeongguk? Yeah. Feels like you before Seokjin."

With Hoseok's words comes a sucker punch; a blow to your heart that makes it feel like your stomach has been stolen. You've known for a while that progress has been made. Are fully aware of Jeongguk's impact on that - but thought it was a little secret just for you. Like a safety pin in an ill-fitting dress, or glitter sprinkled into your moisturiser. Thought that nobody could see just how important he was for your progress.

But Hoseok's known for a while now. Has known far longer than even he realises. Just started equating your happiness to Jeongguk. The shifts you worked following time spent with him were always full of far more laughter. The shifts you worked knowing you'd see him afterwards were always a lot more optimistic. When he actually thinks about it, there are few times you've been genuinely miserable at work in the last few months, and those occasions nearly always align with Jeongguk and a little girl drama that you moan to Hoseok about.

"Do I think Jeongguk is entirely responsible for that?" Hoseok continues when you go quiet. "No. You're the one who's done the hard work - and trust me. I know it's hard. I had sleepovers with the she-devil -" You laugh quietly at the newly coined nickname for his ex. "- way more times than I admitted to you and Danbi after the breakup. But Jeongguk... Yeah. I'm not sure if it's correlation or causation. I just know it's not a coincidence."

You shrug your shoulders a little. Aren't really sure if he's right or not. Just know that there's no denying Jeongguk played a vital role in dragging you out of your Seokjin-shaped pit of despair.

"I asked him," you begin quietly. It's a little embarrassing. You've not even told Danbi, yet. You know she'll go to bat for you whatever the weather, and worry about souring their friendship. But you need to tell someone . Someone needs to know you tried . "I asked him what was going on between us... and he made it pretty clear he views me as a friend. So, like, it doesn't really matter."

Friends, he had said, but then he kissed you like he meant it.

Fucked you a third time. Lazily. Slowly. Languidly. Confusingly. Intimately. Had laughed with you after your incredibly early climax, pressing a kiss to your cheek, his beating heart thumping against your chest.

Had looked down at you while you were lying between his legs, tongue trailing up his cock, pretty smile on his lips and reached for your hand. Held it. Whispered some bullshit about how lucky he is. Finished in your mouth, then kissed you afterwards to say thank you.

But when the caricature lady down on the boardwalk had asked if you were a couple later that evening, Jeongguk had quickly corrected her. " Friends ." The hearts that would have been drawn between you were instead replaced with stars. It was fitting. As it should be.

Stars, not hearts.

Friends, not lovers.

"I'm not really sure fucking in a motel is a friendly thing to do," Hoseok simply states - but is cut off by the ding of the art cafe door swinging open. It's a couple not much younger than yourself. Uni students, you imagine. Matching branded shirts and dark slacks.

Hoseok walks over to greet and set them up for their session. It's two girls, and the taller of the pair watches her partner with absolute fondness as she organises the canvas sizes they want, and the drinks they'll order. Her eyes shine like the reflection of the moon in Gwangalli harbour, and it makes your heart hurt a little.

It's been so long since you felt someone look at you like that. Nearly a year on since your last relationship ended, the prospect of falling in love isn't as scary as it once was. Not really.

A smile tickles at your lips. Isn't as scary as it once was. Your fingers toy with the dainty bird on the chain around your neck. Its purpose, it would appear, has been served.

And perhaps that's it; perhaps you're just ready, now.

If you are, then of course, it would be natural for you to confuse your feelings for Jeongguk. It had always been a non-option before. A 'what the fuck' not a 'what if'. Yet your heart is quietly calm when you think about what it could be like to pursue someone romantically. It thump, thump, thumps; adrenaline in your chest. Maybe you can do this.

This is what you've been working for. This is it.

Oh the realisation is freeing. Welcome. Wondrous.

And so as Hoseok rings up the bill for the girls by the counter before they start their date, you slip into the staff room. Take your phone off charge, and call through to the only person you ever ring these days.

It takes a few dial tones, but he picks up.

He always does.

"Hey," Jeongguk says through the phone, a little breathless. "Sorry, just with Joon. Playing tennis. You good, Byeol?"

"Yeah," you say quickly, with a sense of urgency in your tone. "Sorry, is now a bad ti-"

"No," he interrupts, as if he hasn't just got a bollocking from Namjoon for dipping mid-rally to take your call. "Not at all. What's up?"

"I won't keep you," you hurriedly reply. Really, you don't want to take up any more of his time - it's just that you want to be sure. Want confirmation that you're doing the right thing. "I've been asked on a date. Seojoon, again. What do you think?"

There's a second of silence. A skipped heartbeat. A missed signal.

"Uh, yeah? Sure? I mean, sounds great." There's uncertainty in his voice, but he masks it well. "That's what you want, right?"

"I don't know," you admit, as you lean against the wall, a little defeated. There's a vulnerability to your honesty. One that makes you nervous. Unsure of yourself. Start to ramble, because it's much easier than getting straight to the point. "It's just... you and me. We've done so much together recently, and like... it's always really nice. And fun. And like, I don't wanna ruin our friendship or anything like that. It's just things don't scare me in the same way they used to and I thought that maybe-"

"I gotta get back to the match, B," Jeongguk's voice crackles through the phone. Smiles, 'cause he thinks it will make him sound happy. It doesn't. "Joon's moaning. Sorry. Look, you do what you need to do. He seems nice. We'll talk later, alright?"

"But I-"

The line goes dead before you can express what you really want to get across. Your lips rest ajar; unspoken syllables fading into nothingness.

Jeongguk is gone, and with him goes any hope you had foolishly put into thinking maybe things could continue as they are.

But your agreement was contingent on your fears, not your hopes.

What a silly little fool you are.

And what a silly thing for Jeongguk to have done; phone in his hand, frown on his face.

Sitting on the rigid steel bench beside the court, Namjoon is nowhere to be seen. He's gone to the bathroom. Jeongguk never had to hang up.

He just didn't want to say things he couldn't take back. Didn't want to discourage you from doing the one thing that you've worked so fucking hard for: a normal relationship.

It's the least you deserve - and what kind of asshole would he be if he were to help you prepare for one only to sabotage you as soon as it seems as if one is on the horizon.

Running a hand through his hair, Jeongguk shakes it back down into position. The sun is glaring down despite the cold winds that whistle through the trees, and a little fleck of glitter catches in it. His skin is dappled in a dozen reminders of you, even if the hickies have faded, now.

In a park downtown, he's been with Namjoon all morning. Tennis isn't their sport of choice, usually, but it's with purpose.

"C'mon. One match," Namjoon had begged Jeongguk the night before. "I need to catch this guy outside of the office. Get him when his guard is down."

Working on a story about insider trading, Namjoon has been trying to talk with someone at one of the big firms up in the financial district. No one huge. Just a middleman. An investor. Sort of like the investment analyst he met at one of Taehyung's art shows. One of the ones that Seokjin had forwarded the invite along to.

The same one that Namjoon had schmoozed. The same one Namjoon had lied to, when he said 'oh, you play tennis? Whereabouts? I'm looking for a new club."

And so now Jeongguk is two matches in, regretting all of his life choices while Namjoon makes small talk with men wearing watches that cost more than Jeongguk's entire net worth.

So preoccupied with thoughts of you, teeth nibbling down on his bottom lip, Jeongguk almost doesn't realise Namjoon hurry back over to the court.

"Play it cool, play it cool," he whispers, his dark hair cropped short, white tennis polo pristine on his broad shoulders. He really does look the part. Jeongguk is a gym rat through and through, but he's tried today. Is in shorts. Isn't wearing a polo 'cause fuck that, but has coordinated a seamless all-Nike look. "The guy I'm after is here. He's booked in for the court beside us-"

"How do you-"

"The reservation system is easy as fuck to bypass, just needed a plugin," Namjoon dismisses Jeongguk's questioning, as if it's a totally normal thing to do. Perhaps in his field of work, Jeongguk considers, it is. "Anyway, not important. Park Sungkyu is his name. Analyst at Shilla Finances. Probably won't know shit, but will know people who do. I just need to touch base. Get connected."

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, but stands up nonetheless. Pats himself down, and tosses his phone back into his rucksack, which is slouched against the leg of the bench. "You owe me."

"I'll buy you all the meat you want," Namjoon grins, heading over to the other side of the net.

"We're going straight to a samgyeopsal place after this," Jeongguk assures him. Is almost positive his stomach rumbles as soon as he says it. "Fuckin' starving."

"You're always starving," Namjoon laughs - but he doesn't mind. They've already been at the club for far longer than anticipated. If anything, he feels a little bad. "Let's rally."

Bouncing a luminous yellow ball against the gritty surface, Namjoon gets a feel for the weight. Jeongguk leans forward a little, knees bent. Twists the racket he rented from the club shop between his palms. For someone who has no interest in the sport, he sure does look good playing it.

Both of them ignore the looming presence coming their way. Men. Two of them. Tall. Broad. Similar silhouettes, but entirely different auras. One is far more imposing. Makes Jeongguk wanna look in their direction - but he doesn't. Just focuses on Namjoon as he begins to swing through a smooth serve.

A little uncoordinated, what Namjoon may lack in grace, he makes up for in gritty determination. He's fun to play against, 'cause Jeongguk never knows what's coming next.

"Well, I never," a charming, brooding voice echoes from afar. "Kim Namjoon."

He concedes the point immediately. Lets the ball bounce off into the empty space behind him as he turns to face the approaching men.

"Park Sungkyu," Namjoon grins back, bowing ever so slightly to greet him. Jeongguk follows suit. "Fancy seeing you here."

Short sides, long top, Sungkyu's dark hair is held in place by a white sweatband. Like Namjoon, he's in crisp white tennis attire. Lips thin, nose a little crooked, Jeongguk wonders just how many rackets he's taken to the face. Definitely has the sleazy persona to warrant it.

Maybe Jeongguk's back is just up. Maybe he's just aware that Sungkyu is an acquaintance of your ex. A friend .

Any friend of your shithead ex is, as far as Jeongguk is concerned, also a shithead.

Which means the other guy most likely is, too.

He's tall. Rivals Namjoon. Shoulders broad, gaze icy, there's something about him that just irks Jeongguk. Perhaps it's the arrogant smirk, or perhaps it's the designer garments on his well-built frame. Perhaps it's jealousy - this guy looks like he's got his shit together, which is something Jeongguk could only dream of.

But he also seems older. It's unfair to compare.

Jeongguk might not care for the formalities, but he was raised well. Will greet his elders with respect.

After all, it's irrational for him to have such a bee in his bonnet.

Maybe it's you. Maybe he's just so frustrated with the situation at hand that he's letting it impact his other interactions - and so he shakes his head softly and realigns it with a warm smile. Will let the other men initiate a greeting.

Naturally, they do. It's the taller one. Holds out his hand for Jeongguk to shake.

Jeongguk follows suit. Nods politely. Thinks he might die, when the gentleman in front of him says, "Kim Seokjin. Nice to meet you. A friend of Namjoon's, I assume?"

Hand still in Seokjin's grasp, Jeongguk wants to strengthen it. Use it against him. Flip him onto his back and tackle him to the fucking ground. Wants to do shit that he knows would grant Seokjin a restraining order against him.

But instead, he smiles. "Correct. Jeon Jeongguk."

His name means fuck all to Seokjin. Sparks nothing inside of him.

But something that does catch his attention?

The glitter on Jeongguk's tattooed arm, glimmering in the low winter sun.

Seokjin smirks. Lips plump, jaw well-defined, Jeongguk understands why you didn't like kissing anyone after him. Fuck . How the fuck could he ever compete with lips like those?

"Assuming that's not yours?" he nods towards the pretty sparkles as he lets go of Jeongguk's hand.

Shaking his head, Jeongguk is coy. "Correct. Not mine."

Oh, but it is, babe.

"I feel for you," Seokjin laughs, entirely unaware of whom may have stained Jeongguk in the evidence of their affection. Seokjin's skin is pristine. Not a speck in sight. It comforts Jeongguk. "Really, I do. That shit's a bitch to get off, isn't it?"

"I used to date a guy," your voice had lingered. "And he was so cool, yanno? So smart, and mature, and he was just... you know people who have shit figured out? He's like that. He's older. Wiser. Anyways, glitter annoys him. Gets on his clothes and then apparently it's a bitch to get out but I'm so used to it that I never notice it-"

"It's not a bitch to get out."

"And like, he's just, mature, yanno?"

"Yeah, you said that."

"So," you had shrugged your shoulders into Jeongguk's mattress. "He doesn't like glitter."

"It's not a bitch to get off," Jeongguk simply smiles. Shrugs a little sheepishly. Is about to say something he really shouldn't, but knows better. "And anyways, I like the reminders."

Oh, how Jeongguk wants to be vulgar .

Wants to say shit about the way he always ends your sessions covered in it. Want to tell Seokjin how well he handles your body; how he knows you didn't cum the last time you were in bed with him, and how Jeongguk always makes you cum.

But the reason Jeongguk has glitter on his skin today is because he slept on your side of the bed last night. Missed you. Wished you were there.

And so he won't speak of you in such a way. Not that he ever would, regardless.

"Credit where it's due," Seokjin nods, raising his brows, deliberately a little cheeky because he's assessing what kind of character Jeongguk has. "Girls who wear glitter, man..."

He's not even finished the sentence and Jeongguk already wants to rip Seokjin's enviable eyebrows straight off his face.

"... they sure know how to have a good time."

Oh , Jeongguk thinks. It's far less vulgar than he was anticipating from Seokjin.

Until he adds, "used to screw a girl who was always covered in it. Annoying as fuck. Good fucking lay, though."

Jeongguk is trying his hardest not to pick a fight, but Seokjin's face looks just as appealing as the figurine display units that Jeongguk so often shatters, right now.

Calm the fuck down. She'll kill you if you hit him. Calm. Idiot.

'Used to screw', he scoffs internally. You fucking dated her for, like, a year, you prick. Longer than that, maybe. I don't even know. But you're a fucking prick. And you didn't make her cum. Prick.

"Thought this was a club for gentlemen?" Jeongguk teases playfully, not wanting it to seem as if he's being critical. Has an act to play, after all. Will behave himself, but only 'cause Namjoon needs him to. "Surely that's no way to talk about women?"

Seokjin shrugs. "Boys will be boys."

"I don't know about you, Seokjin, but I stopped being a boy many years ago," Jeongguk laughs as he edges closer to Namjoon.

He wants this conversation to be over as soon as it can be. Wants to fucking leave. Wants to sprint to your place and fucking worship your glitter-covered skin. Wants to rid you of how awful loving Seokjin must have been.

It's been a matter of minutes, and Jeongguk already feels horrible on your behalf - and you had to endure this?! Loved the man who spoke about you like this?

Oh, it makes Jeongguk feel all sorts of sick.

Also makes him feel petty. Vengeful.

She came to me. That night you fucked her, and left her all fucked up? I'm the one she came to. I'm the one she trusts.

"Actually, now I come to think about it," Seokjin muses. "You must have met her - I assume you were at the Gallery? The Ryu? For what's-his-face?"

"Kim Taehyung," Jeongguk reminds him. Think's Seokjin would do well to remember to put respect on his name.

"That's it! My ex curated it. Asked me to come, but I had a prior engagement so I sent along Sungkyu instead."

Interesting, how Seokjin calls you his ex, now. Calls you his ex when you're doing shit he likes. Things he could be proud of.

Calls you nothing but a girl he used to screw when he's talking about glitter.

"Yeah, I know her fairly well," Jeongguk shrugs, seemingly indifferent. Seokjin doesn't deserve to know anything that's going on with your life as far as Jeongguk is concerned, and that includes the fact that he knows you're a 'good lay'. Instead, Jeongguk smiles. "It's a shame you guys didn't work out. Not the kinda girl you'd wanna lose."

Seokjin glances down at Jeongguk's frame, then back up. Scopes him out. Assesses what he could mean by that. Decides the kid probably has a crush on you. Cute.

Also a little true, but what does it really matter? Let Seokjin think you're desired. Let him know what a colossal error he made in letting you go. Let him rue the day you decided you were deserving of more.

"What did you say you do again?" Seokjin asks. "For work?"

The change in topic is direct. Pointed. Asserts Seokjin's place in the hierarchy. Knows Jeongguk is younger, and knows he ain't working no corporate job with his ink-scrawled skin and metal in his face. Knows he's beneath him.

"Just finished school," Jeongguk says, not missing a beat. Doesn't lose his posture, despite the fact he wants to sink his back down a wall and scream at the world for how cruel it can be.

He doesn't admit that he serves drinks to keep a roof above his head - a roof that he can only afford because Jimin is generous with the rent split.

"And then?" Seokjin presses. Wants to know who this kid is. Wants to know why the fuck his arms look like they've been held by you, and if the ever-so-faint mark left on his neck is from the scuff of a tennis ball or the pressure of your lips.

"The world is my oyster," Jeongguk shrugs, with a grin.

See, Jeongguk might not have financial security, or property of his own, or a business card that would bring his parents any pride, but he has one thing Seokjin doesn't; the freedom of youth.

He's not tied down to anything. Has no real obligations. Can do whatever he wants. Could drop everything and travel the world. Could retrain. Could really make something of himself.

And yet if Jeongguk were to find himself half the world away, lost down La Rambla, he knows it's you he'd wanna find once he finally reached Park Guell. Should he retrain, he'd hope for you to be his study partner; someone to keep him focused and yet entirely distracted in the university library. If he became a star, it'd be you he'd glance over to at the side of the stage during the song that made him his fortune - one about stars, and how he's got one of his very own.

"Youth," Seokjin muses, then calls over to his friend. "Ain't that a beautiful thing, huh, Sungkyu?"

"Hmm?" He hums in response, as the separate conversations merge together.

Seokjin nods down towards Jeongguk. "Kid's just finished school."

With a laugh, Sungkyu shakes his head. "Those were the days. Make the most of it while it lasts."

"Trust me," Jeongguk smiles. "I will. Now that you mention it, actually -" he taps Namjoons shoulder. "- I gotta get going."

"Oh?" Sungkyu asks, not that it makes much difference at all. "Not want a quick doubles rally? Put that youth to good use?"

With a shake of his head, Jeongguk shrugs. "Got plans with my girl that I can't miss. Something about youth, and putting it to good use, if you catch my drift."

The insinuation is clear, but what isn't?

Who the fuck Jeongguk's 'girl' is.

Namjoon sure as hell has no fuckin' clue, but Seokjin's looking at Jeongguk with stern, questioning eyes. There's glitter all over his skin. Acknowledgement that Jeongguk thinks you hold a certain value.

It's only confirmed when he says, "Sorry boys. Next time, maybe. Can't bail on her though." Repeats his earlier declaration as he walks away. "Not the kinda girl you'd wanna lose."

He'll apologise to Namjoon later. Explain himself. Is sure he'll understand his desire to leave.

Grabbing his bag as he heads past the bench, Jeongguk reaches in for his phone before slinging it over his shoulder.

Opens up his call list, and clicks your name.

Waits for the call to connect, and as it does, he doesn't wait for a 'hello'.

"Did you say 'yes' ?" Jeongguk immediately asks down the line. Furrows his brows when there's hesitation to your reply.

It's not like you need clarification. There's only one thing he could be asking about.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did. Both are a bit busy this week, so it's next Monday."

He's the one who hesitates, now. Wants to stop walking and gather his thoughts, but fears Seokjin will be watching on.

"Okay," he says, tone hard to distinguish. "Will you come over tonight?"

"Tonight?"

"Yeah," he nods, not that you can see him. The entire conversation feels painfully awkward, both of you tiptoeing around the fragments of your broken relationship.

"What for?"

"Haven't really hung out since Busan," he says. Smiles. Tries a little humour. "And very soon you're gonna be ditching me for another man-"

"Oh, shut up."

"-so I wanna get as much time with my bestie as I can before that happens."

"I'm not gonna ditch you, idiot."

"So you're gonna come over tonight?"

You pause. Jeongguk nervously bites his lips as he waits for a response.

"I've got pole with Danbi."

"Come round after."

"I'll be tired."

"I don't care."

"I'll need a shower."

"I've got a shower. And really nice towels. And Jimin's out tonight, so you can use as much of his expensive conditioner as you like."

"And you'll order us food?"

"What do you fancy?"

"Meat?"

"This is why we're friends," Jeongguk grins down the phone. "Grab a taxi to mine after pole. Let me know when you're on your way, and I'll order food, okay?"

An agreement is made. He sort of knows what time to expect you at his - and yet he waits until you text to say you're on your way. Only then does he jump in the shower. Is quick. Wants to be ready for your arrival. Always thinks he looks a little sexier fresh out of the shower.

Forgets all about that food he's supposed to be ordering. Will just figure it out when you get here. His head is all over the place, to be fair to him. Easy mistake.

As a knock sounds at his apartment door, Jeongguk swallows down the trepidation that's burning in his chest, towel wrapped around his hips, upper body on full display. Tiny droplets of water drip from his hair and run down his chest, but he doesn't care to properly dry himself off.

If anything, he's kinda hoping he'll end up beneath the shower once more before the night is over.

Unlocking the automatic bolts, Jeongguk looks entirely unashamed as he greets you.

"Hey, B."

Lips parting a little, you look at him as if he's crazy, before waltzing on past him. Shoes off, bag down beside them, you laugh. "What if it wasn't me at the door? And you were just there all naked and stuff?"

"Not naked," he insists. "Got a towel on - and like, I'm in my house. I can wear what I like."

And as watches you shake off the thick black padded coat you were wearing, he is all too aware that nakedness doesn't always equate to sexiness. You're fully clothed - but fuck . He can feel the blood draining from his face and heading straight for his cock instead.

"What?" You tease when you notice the look on his face. "I'm not naked."

You're quite far from it, actually.

Normally you're a lot more demure for pole. Sports bra, workout shorts that barely cover your ass to allow for maximum skin-to-pole friction. Shit like that.

This month, though, your pole instructor is on an empowerment hype. She's gearing everyone up for the singles holiday that comes every April. "Drowning your sorrows in jjajangmyeon and cheap alcohol is not enough. We don't need to be sexy for anyone - but we should be sexy for ourselves."

And so while you've got a pair of dark - and incredibly flattering - flared yoga pants on your bottom half, it's your top half that you know is really doing numbers on him. Your white tee is thin. Sheer, almost. Wide and oversized, the neckline lazily hangs off one of your shoulders, revealing the lace detailing of the lingerie you're wearing. It's black, and sparkles ever so slightly.

Or perhaps that's just you.

Glitter taints your skin like it always does, and Jeongguk finds himself in a subtle but certain trance.

Turning to toss your coat on the sofa, Jeongguk gets a glimpse of your ass. Yep . Still an ass guy. Hair up in a claw clip, he's reminded of how much he fucking likes your hair like this. Simplicity looks so good on a girl so complex.

You glance down at his body. Pretend like you don't feel the way that the slight tenting of his towel suggests how he feels.

You've a date next week.

Would be wrong to get on your knees for your friend.

Leaning your head back, you groan. Laugh. "I hate you."

It's a damn lie and you both know it.

"Hate you, too," Jeongguk laughs, just as frustrated as you are. Looks at you with such fondness it's a wonder he's able to fuck you in the way that he does.

"We shouldn't," you say. There's no need to elaborate. You both know what you mean. The hunger in his eyes and the way you wet your lips with the tip of your tongue says it all.

He nods. Agrees. "Absolutely not."

And yet you both remain fixed in position.

Jeongguk doesn't move, and nor do you, almost as if a magnetic pull is keeping your feet firmly in place.

You're a little subdued when you say, "I said yes to another date."

Again, he nods. He already knows. He told you to.

Gaze dark, Jeongguk's jaw is a little tense. He closes his eyes, soul hidden away from you. Tilts his head down, strands of damp hair falling in front of his face.

"So what does this mean for us?" You ask quietly.

Resuming his previous position, Jeongguk looks at you again. Walks your way. Stops only when he's a few inches in front of you. Curls his index finger and rests it beneath your chin. Tilts your face. Gets your eyes on his. Studies your face. Tips his head to the side and smiles.

Your glitter is pretty today, he thinks. Well, no, actually he thinks it's always pretty - but there's something about it today that he really loves.

"You're so sparkly, Byeol," he simply says. "So sparkly."

You roll your eyes. Smile in such a way that Jeongguk wants to kiss you immediately. Wants to feel the curve of your lips against his.

Instead, he licks his lips. Flicks against his piercing, then chews down on his plump bottom lip.

Eventually, he says, "I met him today."

"Hmmm?" you question, not really paying much attention. Too busy watching his lip ring do the thing.

"Seokjin."

Your eyes shoot up to Jeongguk's. He drops the soft support of his finger from your chin. Doesn't touch you, 'cause he wants space to be an option if you need it. There's a panic to the way your eyes dart across his face, almost as if you think he's joking, or something like that.

"Sorry?"

"Forgiven - hey!" He exclaims when you immediately flick his nipple.

You would apologise, but he thinks he deserves it.

"How did you-"

"Was at the tennis club. Joon has a mutual friend, or something like that," Jeongguk simplifies. There's no need to go into the intricacies of it all. Not now, at least.

"Did you..." you begin to question, but have no idea what you really want to ask.

Jeongguk auto-fills for you. "Talk? Yeah."

"How did that go?"

"Well," Jeongguk takes a deep inhale. Exhales. "I think I owe you an apology."

You narrow your eyes. Let your hands rest on his slim waist, keeping him close. You don't want space. You want security. Want Jeongguk around, 'cause the feeling that comes with thinking of Seokjin is always one of loss.

And so he edges forward. Leaves such little space between you that it may as well not exist at all. Drapes his arms over your shoulders. Forehead to yours. Nose against nose.

"What for?" you ask, as if this is normal. As if anyone in their right mind thinks that this is the kind of casual encounter you have with a friend. As if he isn't wearing just a towel, and as if his damp hair isn't melting into yours; tangling together to keep you connected.

His nose nudges against yours softly. A silent whisper of penance; comfort only found with you. More fool him for ever thinking he'd ever find it elsewhere.

"I get it now," he whispers. "Shit with Hayun. I get why you didn't give her the time of day, 'cause the second I realised who he was B... Shit. Thought I'd end up with a fuckin restraining order."

You pull back every so slightly. Get his eyes on yours. Tell him, "I'd be furious if you started a fight."

"I know. S'why I didn't."

The gap is closed once more. Your nose softly finds its home next to his. The grip you have on his waist tightens. He's drawn closer. And then your lips delicately press a 'thank you' against his.

"I'd be furious for your sake," you say, as if you didn't kiss him, not a single beat missed. Just like not a beat is missed when he kisses you , now. Gently. Just once. A punctuation mark between your sentences. "He's not worth it."

It's unclear who kisses who next; all that's certain is that it's happening. Neither of you wish to be accountable. You aren't making cognitive choices. Just following the will of your bodies. Aren't thinking all too hard.

But the kisses are hard. Firm. Words dying to be screamed that remain silent. Muffled breaths against each other's cheeks; hands on jawlines, fingers in hair. The intrusion of a tongue, and the welcome of one another. Dignity evades you both.

The friction of the way your bodies move in tandem has his towel loosening, and Jeongguk doesn't care to fix it. He's pressed against you, which stops it from slipping, and your hand is on his ass keeping him exactly where you want him. Ain't no way it's falling.

Not unless you want it to.

"Thought you said we shouldn't," he mumbles as his hands run all over your body, squeezing at your softest parts.

You hum a little noise of satisfaction into his mouth. Pant, as you say, "we aren't."

But then your hands come to the front of his towel. They loosen it fully. Make no attempt to stop it from falling as he manages to pull just a faction away from you. It pools around his feet, leaving him entirely exposed for you - and who are you to decline such an offer?

Hands wrapping around his thick length, you smile as he whines into your lips.

"We are."

"Yeah," you admit. "We are now. Want me to stop?"

He shakes his head, lips still on yours as you wank his shaft for him, slowly. Deeply. "Don't stop. Fuck. Feels so good."

Your grip is weak; dainty little strokes to match his pretty dulcet whines. The apartment is silent, save for the sound of you and Jeongguk, and the illicit encounter of which you're having in his living room.

Curtains wide open, the city could spy, if it cared to - but there's an anonymity that comes with a highrise, and an obscurity that comes with the way your bodies meld into one.

It shouldn't be like this.

Shouldn't be so easy when your heads make it so fucking difficult.

You wish you had restraint. Wish you had more willpower. Wish you were a better friend to a person who's been nothing but good to you - but it's how good Jeongguk is to you that makes you so inclined to thank him in such a way.

There's an aching in his chest that only eases when his brows furrow into kisses you give him; a pained desperation that he's so desperately trying to remedy.

But you've a date next Monday.

The potential for something to grow where there once was nothing but dry dirt. Jeongguk spent months cultivating the right conditions. Preening. Pruning. Making sure your soil was fed the correct nutrients. Watering you.

You're ready now.

And so he pulls away. Shakes his head. "Chess."

Your hands are off him immediately - but there's confusion all over your face. Didn't he say 'don't stop' ? Is this not what he wanted?

"I'm sorry," you blurt out, because this feels so foreign to you. So many times he's reminded you that 'chess is always an option' - but he's the one using it. He's the one who wants to stop. He's the one who doesn't want this. Want you.

Just like he didn't want you when you asked, 'what is this?' in Busan. Just like he didn't want you when you called earlier to ask him if you should say 'yes' to Seojoon.

Strike three. You're out.

"I'm sorry," you say again, a little slower as Jeongguk reaches down for the towel. Doesn't wrap it around his waist. Bundles it over his exposed area, instead. "I didn't mean to-"

"You didn't," he says quickly. Isn't 100% certain what you're about to say, but wants you to know this is a 'him' problem. "I just... B, you've got this date and like - okay, say it continues and goes well. How's he gonna react a few years down the line when he finds out we were still fucking about in the early days?"

I don't care, you think. Selfishly, cruelly, you don't care.

'Cause at the end of the day, you'll never care about Seojoon in the same way you care about Jeongguk. If you were ever made to choose, you wouldn't think twice.

It's shameful, how shameless you are.

Dropping your gaze, you nod. Understand. The way you've been thinking about Jeongguk is clearly not how he's been thinking about you.

It's not like you're in love with him or anything stupid like that - it's just that you think it wouldn't be a horrible fate to endure. In fact, it'd be quite nice to be loved by someone as gentle as Jeongguk. It'd be nice to love them, too.

"Right," you say - because he is right. "Sorry. I... Yeah. Shit. Sorry."

"I should get dressed-"

"Right, yeah. Yeah. Sorry," you say again, because you just can't seem to help yourself.

"Stop," he says. Offers you a smile. Really doesn't want you to fret about it. Just doesn't want you to make bad decisions because of him. "Don't say sorry. Just go get a shower alright? I'll grab you your towel."

All you can do is nod, and do as he says because you're fearful of doing the wrong thing. Scared he'll like you less than he does now; which you already think is less than you like him.

When Jeongguk goes to retrieve the towel, he finds it hard to breathe. His heart heaves and his breathing gets a little stagnated. Tears don't fall, but his lungs tremor as if it wouldn't be an unfathomable consequence.

The ache is back in his chest, and you're not there to remedy it. You're shutting the bathroom door. He hears it. Doesn't hear the lock, but he knows he has a towel to deliver.

Grabbing a pair of boxers, 'cause they're the closest thing to him, Jeongguk covers himself up a little. Just like his chest, his cock is aching. Just like his chest, it'll only feel better if he's with you - but that's simply not an option.

Looking across to his mirror, he slaps his cheek gently. "Get a grip, man."

By the time he makes it to the bathroom, you're already in it. Figure he'll knock, or just leave it by the door.

Small bubbles are scattered all over your body, your desire to rid yourself of skin touched by him overwhelming. The shame doesn't scrub away like you half think it will.

"B?" He calls through. "Can I come in?"

The shower shuts off.

"Yeah."

He's not sure what he's expecting as he presses down on the bathroom door handle. Sort of thinks you'll be shying away. Is right to assume such a thing. You're holding the hand towel over your body, not that it covers much.

Quietly, he's disappointed.

"Here," he smiles, lips pressed tightly together. Holds the bundled-up towel in the air.

"Legend," you smile back. "Thanks."

Job done, there's no need for Jeongguk to linger. He can leave, now. He should leave, now.

"Byeol-"

"Gguk-"

"Enjoy your shower," he says, coming to his senses and leaving immediately. Silently mouths curse words into his living room, 'cause what the fuck is wrong with him?! Why does he not know how to talk to you anymore? Oh it's all so fucked .

In the shower, you decide you have two options on how you deal with Jeongguk.

The first is the expected route; awkwardness, and a little uncertainty. Awful avoidance of communication due to fear of miscommunication.

The second is the opposite; to act right as rain, as if nothing is bothering you.

And given how much you hate the awkwardness, you decide that the second option is it. It has to be it. You spend the rest of your shower thinking it through. Hype yourself up. Rinse and repeat.

And surprisingly, it seems to work.

"Hey," you smile as you eventually enter his room, wrapped in the fluffy towel. Your smile is soft. Airy. Light. If you act like it's no big deal, then it doesn't have to be. "Got a shirt?"

He's just in sweats now. No boxers. Incredibly convenient. Outrageously sexy.

"Yeah," he nods. Sits up and leans over to the shirt discarded on his bedroom floor. It's been worn once. Not enough to be considered dirty, but enough to hold his scent. He tosses it over to you. Keeps his eyes on you as you shake the fabric out.

"Gonna watch me get dressed, you perv?" You tease.

Self-preservation 101. Joke about the things you desire the most.

And he knows he shouldn't, but he shrugs. "Do you want me to?"

And you know you shouldn't, but you say, "Yeah. I do."

"I-" he begins, but stops himself. Sits up a little. Leans forward. Edges further down the bed and reaches for the shirt you're holding. You don't object as he pulls it from your hands. "Don't. Don't put it on."

"No?"

He shakes his head.

"So what? You just wanna look at me?" You smirk, utterly confused by him - though his indecision would suggest that he's equally as confused.

His perplexion doesn't ease when you drop the towel. If anything, it gets even worse.

Cupping your tits, you hold them up a little. Can feel how hard your nipples are; subtle indicators of how badly you wish Jeongguk would just do something.

This time, he nods. "C'mere."

You tilt your head. "Oh? You want me now?"

"Shut up." He rolls his eyes. "Always want you."

"You didn't earlier."

"B," Jeongguk deadpans. Holds his hand out for you - and you take it. Let him pull you up onto the bed. Straddle his lap, like the good girl you so often are for him. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, but fuck it. Wants it - you - too badly to resist. Lets his hands stroke up your bare skin. "I was trying to be good."

You shrug, and Jeongguk marvels at the slight wobble of your chest. Doesn't even bother to hide his obsession. Just wraps his lips around one of your hard nipples and begins to suck.

"But this is good," you tell him, raking your finger through his delicately waved hair. Moan when he gets a little teethy. You like it so much. Can feel your pussy throb - and it's only exacerbated when his fingers slip between your folds. "So good."

He hums in agreement, quickly latching onto your other nipple as he pushes two fingers into you. It's so impossibly easy with you. He sucks your tit further into his mouth. Enjoys it so much more than he ever thought he would. Swears he could cum just by sucking on them for hours.

It's believed that when two stars orbit one another too closely, they begin to spiral. They spin and spin and spin, like a pair of ballerinas. Or Beyblades. Whichever takes your preference.

Jeongguk isn't so sure he's a star.

But he knows you are.

And his head is fucking spinning.

It goes around in circles. Chasing you; running from his feelings. Either, or. Both all at once, possibly.

Your hips rock into the rhythm of his fingers, the build of pleasure coming quickly. Even quicker, when his thumb begins to flick up against your clit.

"Oh, fuck," you whimper.

His spare hand massages at your chest, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You're stimulated in such a way that you know Jeongguk could make you a weepy, moany mess within minutes. It's a skill he's mastered.

He sucks on your nipple for a moment longer, dulcet moans vibrating around you. Pulling away, he presses a dainty kiss to your hardened bud, then toys with it using his tongue. Swipes once, twice. Needs you in his mouth again. Fucking loves tits.

There's a gravitational pull between you both. Spinning and spinning and spinning. Closer and closer and closer.

Hands bunching in his hair, you stop him all rather suddenly. Pull his head back. Look at him with eyes that are full of stars. Warn, "you're gonna make me cum."

"Good," he smirks.

"Bad," you laugh, and holy shit, Jeongguk thinks he might die.

When two orbiting stars finally collide there are two possible outcomes.

One: an even bigger, greater star forming from their merged bodies.

Or two: the weight of their gravity being too strong to sustain anything but nothingness. Better known as a black hole. A void. Something of which Jeongguk fears.

There's a third, less spoken of, possible outcome of two stars merging: the creation of a magnetic field over a trillion times stronger than that of the earth. Short gamma-ray bursts would occur. The most energetic and luminous event known to space and time since the big bang itself.

You've been spiralling with Jeongguk ever since you met him.

It's only natural that when you finally collide, the world will change. Life will be distorted forevermore.

Neutron star collision, or black hole.

Only one thing is for certain: it's inevitable, now.

It will happen.

Naive to any of this, you lean down, damp hair waving around his face. Cup his cheeks. Whisper with a smile against his lips. "So bad, baby."

"Fuck," he whimpers into your kiss. You're not even getting him off, and it feels like he's gonna cum in his fucking sweats. "Oh, fuck, baby."

When he's all pretty and pliant like he is now, you find yourself wanting to fulfil all of his wishes. Remember the little stroppy moans in his brother's bedroom. Decide now is as good a time as any. It really could be the last time you get Jeongguk like this.

And so you'll give him anything he asks for; and then you'll give him more. Give him everything . Let him indulge in what it really could feel like to merge with a star.

Pressing wet kisses up his throat, teeth grazing on his earlobe, you love the way he gets a little giggly. Ticklish. It's cute.

Almost as cute as the way he chokes on his own spit when you say, "let me sit on your face."

He does not need to be asked twice. Lowers himself down the bed to make his face more accessible for you. God, he wants to drown in you. Wants to be covered. Soaked. Wants your excitement dripping down the corners of his mouth and trailing onto his neck. Won't be satisfied until you're screaming. Or creaming. Either or. 'Both' is preferable.

And yet you surprise him. Smirk. Turn. Straddle his waist for a moment, facing towards the end of his bed. Palm his excruciatingly hard cock through his sweats. Giggle as it jerks a little, needing more of your touch.

"Hips up," you say, and he complies. Lets you push his sweats down to his mid-thighs, eyes trained on his cock as it springs free from its restraints. Oh, god, you love it. Never has cock ever looked nicer than his. There's nothing you don't love, especially when it's all engorged and needy like it is now; precum weeping from the pretty, perfect slit on his tip.

Holding him by the base, your other hand gently strokes his balls.

"Fuck," he exhales.

Smiling to yourself, you're pleased. Regret all the time wasted on you over the past few months. Wish you had spent just as long on him. Are aware he probably likes eating ass so much 'cause he likes getting his eaten - and it's all you wanna do, now. Want him whining and whimpering all because of your tongue and a little spit.

For now though, you put your spit to use elsewhere. Let it slowly drip onto the head of his cock. Spread it with your thumb. Wank it down his shaft. Watch the way his legs tense a little, and find great amusement in how his body reacts to you.

"Yeah?" you hum. "You like that?"

Jeongguk just whines. Taps your hip. Tries to encourage you back. "Just sit on my face."

"Ask nicely."

"Please."

You look over your shoulder and raise a brow. "Less attitude. Ask me like you'll never get the chance to ask me again."

Funny, really, how you both feel like it really will be the last time.

And so Jeongguk concedes. Softly rubs his thumb against the pad of your hip. Has fucking stars in his eyes again. "Sit on my face for me, B. C'mon. Let me make you feel good. You know I will. Think I might die if-"

He's cut off by your laughing. Smiles, too.

"See, you don't wanna hear this shit," he says fondly. "Now get on my face you little gremlin."

"Such a romantic."

"I'm not here to romance you," he reminds you both, no matter how much he'd like to. "I'm here to make you cum. So let me."

The grace in which you've been trying to carry yourself with is abandoned. You're laughing, the change in positioning a little awkward. Clambering, would likely be the best way to describe it, but Jeongguk doesn't give a fuck. As soon as your knees are by his ears, his arms are hooked under your thighs, pulling you down onto his mouth.

His tongue immediately laps against you, there's no way to articulate the sensation that runs over your entire body. The stunted, muffled groan of pleasure that vibrates against your cunt is enough to send anyone into orbit. The moans he elicits from your pretty face are unlike anything he's ever heard; as if he hasn't made you come undone more times than he can even remember.

Sinking down, you're pleased to find how well your bodies align. Granted, Jeongguk's got his hips a little raised. Is helping you out - but as soon as your wet tongue circles around his thick head, all sensibility evades him.

"Oh my God," he husks against your pussy, sucking on your clit then switching to rapid flicks of his tongue. Pauses only to say, "suck me off."

It'd be too easy to just give in.

So instead, you gather a little spit in your mouth, slowly stroking his shaft with your palm. He's so big that you can't fully wrap around him, and the visual just makes your pussy throb even more.

His nose is nested against your entrance, nudging ever so gently as his tongue swirls over your clit. He's unaware of the way you're marvelling at him - until he's greeted with a sensation he'd fucking die for.

Spitting on his cock, you coat him in a slick wetness that makes him so much easier to play with. Working your hand up and down his shaft, you're so fucking pleased when he stops eating you out - not because you don't want it. Not at all. Just because you know it means he's struggling to use his fucking brain. It feels too good.

But then he spits, too.

"Fuck."

His tongue delves back between your folds. Sinks into your entrance. Pulls out. Sloppily trails up to your ass. Presses against the tight muscle you know he's been dying to play with.

"Do it, baby," you whisper, kissing up his cock before taking it in your mouth.

You're not sure if it's the permission, or the fact you called him baby, but Jeongguk seems to lose all ability to hold back. He spits, again. Gets you nice and wet. Licks against you. Kisses. Pushes his tongue a little harder against your rim.

The soft dulcet nature of your moan is obscured by the way his hips begin to pulse upwards. Any sense of control you had in this situation is lost. Eradicated. Handed over to him on silver platter as he fucks his cock into your mouth and his tongue into your ass.

Thing is, Jeon Jeongguk is an overachiever. Will make you feel better than anyone ever could. Will fuck you so well that you'll never think of Kim fucking Seokjin ever again. Secure in his position between your cheeks, nuzzling against you like a starved man, Jeongguk moves his hands. One tenderly strokes up your back, while the other comes to rub against your clit.

There's no accuracy, and quite honestly he's a bit overwhelmed. His hips are on autopilot, the sound of him hitting the back of your throat enough to get that spinning head of his absolutely sent into orbit.

And yet it's still fucking perfect. You pull away from his cock, strings of spit keeping you connected, hand wrapped around his base as he continues to fuck into your grip.

"Gguk, I'm gonna cum."

He shakes his head. It feels fucking incredible.

"I am. I'm gonna - fuck. Gguk," you whimper, forehead resting by his hip, totally and utterly succumbing to him. "Don't stop. Please. That's it."

But he shakes his head again. Pulls his hand away from your clit as a small tremor pulses through it. Hands gripping your ass, he pushes you away from himself ever so slightly. Watches as your seeping hole pulses around nothing. It's not an orgasm. Not fully. But it could have been.

The sensation is catastrophic. You wanna curse him out. Tell him he's a prick.

But your eyes are all teary and your body is all weak and feeble, and all you want is Jeongguk to kiss you for hours upon hours. Your soft whimpers have him smiling, his thick cock in desperate need of release, too.

Pulling himself from beneath, Jeongguk comes to lay beside you; head at the end of his bed, feet by the pillows. Your eyes are closed, mascara smudged, glitter sparkling. He laughs when he notices your pathetic little pout. Strokes a little loose hair behind your ear. Smiles even wider when you crack an eye open.

"So fucking mean," you mewl. He nods, and you notice just how soaked his face is. Chin, nose, cheeks. He's covered in you. And you like it. A lot. Kiss him, because you can. Then pout, again. "So you didn't drown?"

Shaking his head, Jeongguk apologises. "I'll make it up to you."

"How so?"

He shrugs. Shuffles down a little. Latches his lips around your nipple all over again. Smears the evidence of your pleasure from his chin to your tits. Sucks harder.

"So good," you mumble, stroking his hair. He really does love this. Loves how much you love it. Loves how nice it always makes him feel. Loves the way you've drawn him out of his comfort zone, only to prove that comfort can be found anywhere with the right person.

And so he makes sure to say, "love your tits so fuckin' much."

Oh, how this satisfies you.

"Still love your ass, too, though," he makes sure to say. "Don't get it twisted. Ass guy."

As his fingers dip to your cunt, his rock-hard cock rests against your thigh, languidly humping up against you. He doesn't even mean to do it. Is just his body. He has no real control.

He sinks a finger into your cunt. Just one. Strokes up against your inner walls. Finds that little section that always makes you whine just a little louder. Rubs it tenderly.

"Right there," you tell him, and immediately regret it.

Yet this time, he doesn't stop.

In fact, his touching gets more intentional.

He sits up. Positions himself between your legs. Continue to fuck just his middle finger in your soaked pussy. And then his other hand is on your clit. Fast. Unrelenting. The complete opposite of what he's doing inside you.

"Fuck."

"Let go," he tells you. "It's okay. Let go. I've got you."

And yet you can't, because you don't trust him not to be an asshole again.

The hand rubbing your clit pulls away. Is replaced by his lips pressing a pretty kiss against it instead.

"C'mon, B," he whispers, lips grazing against your sensitive bud. "Cum for me."

His lips kiss your clit again. Deeper, now. Ends with a flick of his tongue; and then a short, sharp suck.

Before you know it, his fingers are spanking against it.

"Yeah?" he grits as you begin to writhe beneath him. He alternates. Gentle spanks and fast rubs. Sinks a second finger into you. The sound is lewd. Wet. Needy. "You like that, huh?"

The feeling builds from the tip of your toes and top of your head, meeting at a divine union right where his fingers are fucking themselves into you. Jeongguk watches your face briefly, just to make sure you're as pleased as you sound - and fuck it, he knows. Knows that no one else will ever get you like this.

No one else will ever get you like this, because no one else will compare to his magnetic pull. He'll be the one orbiting you. He'll be the one you collide with; the one you merge with. Doesn't give a fuck if you do make a black hole instead of a neutron star, because at least you'll have experienced euphoria together.

After all, what are soulmates if not two halves of the same star?

Your whines are stunted. Caught in your throat as you bite down on your own wrist out of fear of being too loud.

"I got you," Jeongguk grits. Needs this. Needs to know that New Years wasn't a one-off. Needs to know that he knows your body better than anyone. "C'mon gorgeous. Give me what I want."

And it's as if all sense of restraint evades you; chest heaving, hips wriggling, toes pointing. The sensation is too great. Too strong. He's got you. He's got you, he's got you, he's got you. Got you whimpering. Got you cumming. Got your pussy squirting for him.

"Oh, shit. That's it," he almost laughs, but cuts himself off as he replaces his hand with his lips, suctioning around your clit. Just for a moment. For a second. Gets his chin and cheek covered in you as he pulls away. Rubs at your clit again. Spreads the reach of the wetness seeping from you. Soaks his sheets. Dips his head, 'cause fuck , he wants to taste you.

"Gguk," you whimper, the sensation getting almost unbearable.

"More," he just says. "Give me more, baby. Please ."

The sensation is a complex fusion of torture and unadulterated pleasure. He works your pussy until you're spent - and then licks up your folds. Body trembling, you really can't take any more.

Reaching down for him, you encourage him back up. He complies. Lets you nuzzle into his chest as he presses kisses into your hair. You'll have to rewash it, but fuck it. Right now? Couldn't care less.

"You're insane," he praises softly. "So fuckin' perfect. Fuck. Fuck." He laughs. "Shit. Swear you're not actually real sometimes. Just a figment of my imagination."

You laugh now, too. "Life sure would be easier if that were the case."

He supposes you're right - and yet wouldn't have it any other way. "Shower?"

Sleepily, you nod against his chest - and so as he gets up, he simply hoists you over his shoulder. The scream you let out is far from sleepy - and also far from the scream that muffled into his pillows. Spanking your ass just cause he can, he leads you both into the bathroom and sets you down on the counter. Knocks the shower into 'start' mode, and goes to retrieve the towels. Is pleased to find you smiling when he returns.

"Yes?" He questions, but you just shrug.

"Nothing." You hold your hand out - not for his, but for his cock. It's still hard. He hasn't finished - but he does walk straight to your palm. Grunts a little as you squeeze around it.

Your intention had been to just give him a quick hand job. Know that it won't take much to get him there.

For some reason, though, your legs part. You line him up. Nod when he asks, "sure?"

And even though you're tender, and it hurts a little, there's nothing you want more than for Jeongguk to finish inside you.

It really doesn't take much. You're not counting - too busy kissing him through his orgasm - but you're pretty sure it's barely even two minutes. In fact, he might spend even longer just warming himself inside you afterwards.

Doesn't stop kissing you. Not while he's keeping you plugged with his sperm, not when he withdraws, not when he cups your pussy to make sure you don't fucking drip onto his bathroom floor as he leads you both to the shower.

Kisses you while your bodies get wet, and kisses you while you let the conditioner soak into your hair. Kisses you through the rinse, and kisses you even after the water is shut off.

Just kisses and kisses and kisses. Because he can. Because he wants to. Because if he doesn't, he might blurt out something stupid, like "don't go on that date," or even more stupid, like, "I think I'm in love with you."

There'll be no talk of this night in the following morning. No discussion of what the fuck is happening between you - 'cause you've already tried, and Jeongguk is paralysed by his fears more than ever.

Or at least you assume there won't be.

When you're woken to the sound of Jeongguk cursing, still snuggled into his warmth, you shoot up. Look around - then realise exactly what he's making a fuss about.

By his feet, pristine and perfectly folded is an origami bird.

One of his.

You reach over. Unfold it. Read it. Hide the pang of discomfort in your diaphragm as you read it aloud.

" Go speed dating. "

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icant-speel · 7 months ago

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Your Lips, My Lips, Apocalypse 💕

Wing Beifong x Airbender Daughter of Tenzin!Reader ~ Where in the Battle with Kuvira, the reader saves Wing from falling to his death. And when she asks him if he is okay, he just kisses her while the whole place is going to shit. Based on the song Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex. 🎧

Little thing to know - I HAVE REQUESTED THIS TO OTHER BLOGS BEFORE BUT DECIDED TO WRITE IT MYSELF. So no one better be accusing me of coping 😟, Thank you 🌷

ALSO THIS CHARACTER WILL NOT BE WEARING THOSE TIGHT RED AIRBENDING SUITS (just no 😀), just pretend you have something else on and a glider or you can fly or something 😭

The world was collapsing around us, dust and ash swirling in an insane dance as we fought for our lives against Kuvira. The ground trembled violently, as if it were writhing in anguish beneath them. All I could think about is if Wing is okay, if he is injured or dead. My mind filled with horrific thoughts, but what if they came true? The first time I witnessed the force of that cannon, I felt horrified.

Here we are, sprinting throughout Republic City, fighting that metal monstrosity head on. The fight left every road flooded with the wreckage of buildings, and the surrounding air was filled with gas, dust, and pandemonium.

Korra launched rock missiles, and the other airbenders and I flew about Kuvira's robot like flies, hearing the giant's screeching attempts to hit us. Abruptly, the metal giant raised its hand and pointed the cannon straight toward Korra.

"Create a tornado and attack from the top! RIGHT NOW!" I quickly ordered.

We all moved fast to get into position, whirling about and aiming at the giant's hand.

We delivered our blow. When the monster lost its balance, the explosion destroyed the surrounding ground and its body fell onto a building. Laughing to myself, I quickly took off along with the others, watching as my brother Meelo disappear into the cloud of dust. I was about to tell him to get out until I realized it was Meelo. He can handle himself.

The dust cloud disappeared and revealed the giant reaching to it's face to crush Meelo. He flew fast past us and in our direction.

I saw the cannon pointed at us out of the corner of my eye. It was going to fire on my sister Jinora and me. I swiftly launched myself forward.

"JINORA, LOOK OUT!" I let out a scream and hurriedly moved forward to grab my sister.

Ikki and Meelo arrived to assist us as we began to descend. When the two of them realized they couldn't support our weight. I quickly grabbed the three of them before bending the air below us to form an air cushion and lowering us gently onto the hard pavement.

I hugged my siblings, not wanting to let go.

"Are you three okay?" I asked, while clinging on.

"Yeah, don't worry Y/N we are," Ikki smiled in return.

"Where's your boyfriend?" Meelo interrupted.

"I don't know." I heard my voice hurting, and my vision turned blurry.

I looked up and watched a large chunk of a building fall upon the giant. Wait, Wing could be there.

"Jinora, bring them back to dad please. I'm going to go find my boyfriend." I instructed her, bending a tornado under me to hurry to Wing.

Behind me, I heard my siblings cheering me on. I chucked to myself. Seeing that the tornado wasn't moving fast enough, I propelled myself forward by bending the air below me.

I hurried up to Korra as soon as I arrived. Taking hold of her and turning her to face me, I tried to figure out her feelings through her blue eyes.

"Korra, please tell me Wing is okay- where is he!?" I questioned as I recovered my breath from running so fast.

Wing was attempting to knock down a structure. However, the cannon was then aimed at him. I understood the cannon was about to release. My heart was pounding and my stomach fell. And it let off a blast at that very instant.

A violet ray of light blasted out. I couldn't tell if the beam struck Wing or his rope. No. NO. Please be fine, please be fine.

A few seconds later, a figure in green and gray falls from the sky. Wing.

I leapt into action. I used my bending to launch myself to Wing. My body crashed against his, the impact sending shockwaves through my system as I wrapped my arms around him. We rolled along the ground.

Now that Wing is in my arms, he is safe. I lifted him up and allowed him to steady himself with my arms. I touched his face to see if there were injuries.

“Wing, are you okay? Are you hurt? We have to ge-”

Wing's fingertips found my chin, luring me into a gentle kiss. His hands traveled down to my waist and mine moved down to his chest. Wing's lips were soft and warm against mine, his hands tightened around my waist out of protectiveness. Even though we've kissed before, it always feels like our first. Our breathing synchronized, both of us clearly reluctant to let go. I felt the blast's scorching wind, knowing that we would die if we stayed any longer, but I didn't really care.

He softened his features and grinned a little as we both released our grips and stared into each other's eyes. His smile, his olive green eyes, my sweet Wing... He would have left me.

"Yeah, I'm alright, sweet pea."

"Are you sure? Nothing's hurt?

"Yes, my dear... You know you're adorable when you're worried. How your eyebrows knit together and how your eyes soften. I should get hurt more often."

When he proposed the idea, he grinned. I felt a slight heat on my face. I'm not sure if it was his gorgeous smile or the fact that he thought I was cute.

"Wing, please don't." I answered.

With a smile on his face, he threw up his hands. I couldn't resist grinning as well. This man.

His hands gripped mine.

"Now we gotta go before that thing blasts another beam at us." He states, looking at the metal giant.

"Oh right, right, right, lets go." I reply

#Wing Beifong #legend of korra #Beifong #beifong family #wing beifong x reader #wing imagine #wing beifong imagine #lok wing #lok #the legend of korra #Legend of Korra imagine #MY FIRST POST OMLLLLL #Be nice 😀#wing beifong is bae

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queenofthekings · 1 year ago

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Summary: The aftermath of yours and Eddie's time in the Upside Down, and the few times you meet up afterwards.

Author’s note: This fic means the absolute world to me and I hope you guys love it as much as I do. Again, this has been adapted from an Edancy fic so those of you who have read that fic, please don't spoil things for others.

CW: 18+, swearing, smut, signs of PTSD.

Word count: 4.3k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

It was pandemonium at Hawkins Memorial Hospital, with every hall seemingly overflowing with patients, frantic staff, and inconsolable family members. You knew you wouldn’t be able to ask at the front desk where Eddie was, if he was even there, due to the large crowd of desperate people screaming over each other to talk to the clearly overwhelmed receptionist.

Gently pushing your way through the crowd, you raced towards the stairs and almost fell down them numerous times while hurling yourself up them. All you cared about was trying to find Eddie. You checked every room, every bed, but he was nowhere.

You even began to lose hope until you came into the final room, everyone else inside of it was asleep apart from the silhouette of someone sat up and staring out the window made your heart skip a beat. Nervously, you slowly walked towards the figure, pushing back the curtain that separated them, causing the figure to turn around.

“Eddie, you’re here,” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes. Before any tears could fall, you were gripped into his tight embrace, your face buried into his chest. You clung onto each other for a few minutes before eventually letting go, albeit reluctantly. “I thought you were gone.”

His chuckle made the warm glow in your stomach turn into an inferno, almost to the point where it might’ve exploded out of you. “Nah, sweetheart, you’re stuck with me, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

God, how you loved the sound of him laughing and seeing him smile.

You couldn’t help but blush as you smiled shyly, feeling like an awkward kid again. “I’m glad you’re okay, when are you gonna be sent home?”

Eddie looked at the various bandages and bruises he could see on his arms for a few moments before shrugging and looking back up to you. “Probably later today, I only got a few cuts and bruises. They just wanted to make sure nothing was infected.”

You nodded, another shy smile spreading across your lips. “Did you want me to stay with you?”

There was that damn smile again, the one you felt like he saved just for you. His eyes would shine like starlight, even in the darkest of moments. “Nah, that’s alright, sweetheart. I’ll come by as soon as I can, I promise.” He took your hands in his and pressed a kiss to the back of each one, causing another blush.

His lips felt like sunshine on the hottest summer day against your skin, making you feel warmer than you’d felt in days. While you knew you needed to go, your heart was begging you not to. The rest of the world felt so cold, but wherever Eddie was, there was always warmth.

You squeezed his hands tightly before letting go and leaving the room. There were so many things you wanted to say, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say them, the fear of rejection was too much.

Driving home, you knew you couldn’t exactly tell anyone you went to see Eddie; your mom would flip, and your dad would probably have some kind of brain aneurism. Nobody knew about your relationship, every time you wanted tell people, you could never find the right words.

You knew Eddie’s reputation and how harshly he was judged for every aspect of his life, and if people knew you were dating, you would be judged just as harshly or perhaps even more than he was. But maybe after everything that had happened, maybe people would be more forgiving.

Arriving home, you didn’t speak much at dinner until you asked to leave the table due to being tired, despite only eating less than half of your meal. While being tired wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t the whole truth of hardly eating and wanting to go to bed. Being riddled with anxiety over Eddie’s wellbeing was driving you insane; you knew he was fine, he was okay, but until you saw him again, you knew the anxiety would continue to eat at your insides.

Once in your room and safely behind a locked door, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath to attempt to calm yourself. Not that doing that ever worked, but it was a start.

Just as you were maybe on some verge of calm, the phone rang. Although it startled you, you eventually picked up the handset and held it to your ear for a few moments before speaking up. “Hello?”

“Sweetheart?” Eddie’s voice on the other side made your rapidly beating heart skip a beat before finally calming, the warm glow starting once more.

“Hi Eddie. Are you out of the hospital yet?”

“Yeah, they let me go a couple hours ago. The trailer’s completely gone so I’m at the school with Wayne right now.”

You nodded, a small smile ghosting across your lips. “How’s that going?”

Eddie sighed and eventually turned it into a groan. “It sucks, the food isn’t that great, and I have to sneak around just to get some peace and quiet. I’ve mostly just been hiding in the drama room.”

You couldn’t help but smile more as you imagined Eddie camping out in his beloved drama room with his D&D set up still there just to get away from everyone.

Out of the months you knew Eddie, you’d only ever been in there once when a session had happened. You’d gotten fed up with waiting for Mike and his friends to come out of the session and had stormed in and demanding they get their asses into the car before you dragged them out. Funnily enough, that was how you met Eddie and the sparks instantly began flying.

“You need me to come and rescue you?” You joked, twirling your fingers around the twisted wire on the phone, once again feeling like the teenager you used to be before everything had happened.

Eddie chuckled, readjusting the phone in his hand. “Of course, princess. Your helpless prince is dying for your return.”

A dark blush came across your cheeks, you’d always secretly loved when Eddie would talk like that to you, even when you’d tell him he was an idiot and to stop, the blushing and your nervous but adorable laugh would tell a very different story – one Eddie knew all too well.

“You think you can wait until tomorrow morning?” You asked, almost shyly.

There was a pause before Eddie spoke up again. “I’ll wait forever for a moment with you. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

Then the line went dead as he hung up, with you putting the phone down soon after. Eddie was safe and fine, that was for certain. But there was still a nagging idea in your head that there was something he wasn’t entirely telling you, the only real issue there was you weren’t quite sure how to ask him about it without sounding like an asshole.

That would be tomorrow’s problem, you mused.

In the morning, you woke up bright and early to eat breakfast and head out to the school before anyone would really notice or question where you were going, not that you really had anything to hide. If anyone asked, you were just volunteering, that was… believable.

Arriving at the school, you sped through the halls to try to find Eddie as quickly as possible. It almost reminded you of the hospital but thankfully, there weren’t any crowds you had to push your way through this time. You peeked through the window at the gymnasium to see if Eddie was there, but to the surprise of almost nobody, he wasn’t there.

Although you knew Eddie wouldn’t be eating with everyone else, it was still worth a try. You gave a quick glance towards Wayne before moving on, just to check if he was okay, making a mental note to visit him when you came to properly volunteer the next day.

You took a deep breath as you stood outside the drama room, knowing Eddie would be in there. Well, you hoped he would be in there and waiting for you. You gave a loud round of knocks before opening the door and stepping inside. Sat on his throne, basked in the slightly orange and gold tinted light that shone like a halo around his head, was Eddie.

His face lit up when he saw you, that smile planted firmly on his lips. “My princess finally came to rescue her prince.”

You laughed loudly as you closed the door, walking over to stand beside his throne, instantly feeling the warmth from the stage lighting against your exposed skin. “I told you I’d come! I hope you haven’t been suffering too much without me.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist, moving his hand down a little lower to playfully grab your ass before smacking it, causing a small yelp to leave your lips. “All the suffering was worth it now that you’re here, your majesty.”

You playfully hit his arm before playing with some of the fabric on his shirt. Sadly, he wasn’t wearing his Hellfire club shirt, but instead a plain black shirt that had been donated. As much as you wished he had the shirt on, you knew it would only remind both of you of the horrors you’d had to endure and how close you were to losing each other.

Due to your decision to keep the relationship a secret, both of you would always have only fleeting moments of being together before it would be interrupted by someone or something needing your attention. The most time you’d spent together publicly was in The Upside Down of all places, but even then you couldn’t show your true feelings towards each other, there wasn’t enough time to explain to Steve, Robin, or anyone else anything. Although after everything they’d all been through, maybe they would understand and not judge either of you.

No more words were exchanged before Eddie stood up, his hands moving to cup your face as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. The sweet and gentle kisses turned into a long and heavy make out session, Eddie bringing his hands back down your body to your ass to pick you up and effortlessly bring you onto the table, your legs almost automatically opening so he could stand in between them.

While your fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging, and grabbing at it, Eddie began slowly pushing up your skirt until it was around your waist, causing both of you to pull away from the kiss to give each other a breathless smirk.

Eddie’s lips moved from your own lips and down to your neck, causing you to shiver a little. You wanted more, you wanted everything he could give you. You moved a little underneath him to try to get more friction between you both, Eddie smirking again against your skin as he began nibbling and biting at your neck, being sure to leave a mark.

You couldn’t help but let a loud moan escape your lips as both the sensation of his teeth on your skin and his fingers slipping into your panties was almost enough to make you cum right then and there, it had been so long since he’d been able to touch you like that – far too long.

You subconsciously bit down hard on your bottom lip, letting out a few quiet whimpers as Eddie began to rub your clit, already feeling as if you were going to burst. Eddie moved his lips back up to yours, both of your lips barely touching as he whispered to you. “God, I’ve missed seeing you like this.” You couldn’t even reply as your eyes rolled back, unable to hold back your release.

Your legs felt like jello as Eddie kept rubbing, causing you to whine a little before that whine turned into a giggle. Grabbing his wrist, you slid off the end of the table and pushed Eddie back into his throne, smirking. “You’ve had your fun; I think it’s my turn now.” You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans open, pulling them down with his boxers as you got down on your knees. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

Eddie groaned as he gently pulled on your head to guide your mouth down to his already hard dick, with you ready to begin licking and sucking as soon as his dick entered your mouth. His moans filling the room as his fingers gripped your hair, bringing his dick further into your mouth and throat, causing you to gag a little on it. He let you gag for a few moments before releasing your hair, with you giving one last lick to his dick before standing up.

He smirked as he watched you, picking you up and easily placing you down on the table. Taking off his shirt, he kissed you. “I want to fuck you,” he whispered against your lips.

“Are you sure you want our first time to be here?” you whispered back, your eyes slowly opening to look up at his.

Eddie nodded slowly, kissing you again softly. “I’m sure, sweetheart. At least here, we won’t get interrupted.” Both of you laughed at that, knowing it was all too true. “Plus, this is where we first met, why wouldn’t I want it here?”

You took off your shirt and unhooked your bra, tossing them to the floor along with Eddie’s shirt before lying back on the table, the cold wood against your back causing goosebumps all over your skin. Kicking off your boots, you shimmied out of your skirt and panties until you were completely naked on the table in front of him, finding Eddie to be just as naked.

You’d been naked in front of each other before, but you’d never had sex – you’d tried, sure, but it was always interrupted, or you just never had enough time. While you didn’t have all the time in the world now, that moment would have to be enough.

Hesitantly, he grabbed a condom from his jean pocket and tore it open, causing you to raise an eyebrow as he rolled it on. “Were you planning this, Munson?”

He blushed darkly, shaking his head quickly. “Not at all, baby. I just happened to have one on hand.”

You smiled, kissing him softly. “I believe it, don’t you worry.”

Climbing onto the table, he positioned himself in between your legs, with you wrapping your legs around his waist. Taking a shaky breath, he slowly slid inside, both of you letting out loud moans. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you and kissed him, not even caring how messy the kiss was.

During the kiss, Eddie slowly began to thrust, both of your moans seemingly getting louder with each one. Your nails dug into his back as you broke off the kiss to tilt your head back. “Fuuuuuck, it feels so good.”

Looking down at your position, he took the opportunity to kiss your neck and bite down, being sure to leave as many marks as possible; he always found it a turn on to see the love bites on your neck or thighs, knowing that he was the cause.

As he bit your neck, he felt your body jerking underneath him, knowing you’d cum soon. “Come on, baby, show me how much you’ve wanted this,” he whispered into your ear, causing you to whimper and moan as you came hard, your nails almost painfully digging into his back.

He thrust harder and faster, causing the table to shake and move slightly with each movement of his hips, but not that either of you even cared. Eddie was dying for his own release, but he wanted to at least try to impress you by lasting longer.

You pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, moving his hair away from his neck to move your lips towards it and gently began biting, causing Eddie to moan your name loudly. You smirked against his skin, clearly finding a weak spot.

You kept on gently biting his neck until Eddie whined. “Baby, if you keep this up you’re gonna make me cum.”

Smirking again, you moved your lips to his ear. “Come for me, don’t hold back,” you nibbled at his ear a little before moving back to his neck to gently bite and suck on it, feeling Eddie’s thrusts getting sloppier as he struggled to hold back, he let out one last groan before finally relenting and cumming.

He kissed you softly, resting his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath. “If I’d known sex was that good, I would’ve done it with you months ago.”

You laughed, holding him close. “You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.”

“And you’re irresistible.”

You cuddled each other in contempt silence for a few minutes, Eddie nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. If you’d been in an actual bed, both of you could’ve stayed there all day but after catching their breath, the table was starting to get uncomfortable, against everything inside of him, he pulled out from inside you. “I suppose I should let you go; I know everyone would be wondering where you’ve gone.”

You frowned as you got up, but ultimately nodding knowing that he was right. “Alright, fine. But I’m leaving my window open.”

Eddie gave an exaggerated gasp, faking horror. “My sweetheart is offering a man into her bedroom, what will her mother say?”

You shook your head, hitting his arm as you smirked. “Oh, shut up.” Grabbing your clothes from the floor, you began putting them back on, mentally cursing yourself for not having access to a mirror to check if you looked as dishevelled as you felt.

“Not a chance, sweetheart.”

Shaking your head one last time, you opened the door and stood in the doorway. “I’ll see you later tonight, don’t be late.” You gave him a smile before leaving the room.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispered, knowing you couldn’t hear him.

Both of you felt almost daft; there was one thing you both knew they needed to say to each other but of course, both of you were worried the other didn’t feel the same, no matter how clear it was from the way you looked at each other, especially the way you both looked when the other wasn’t looking.

Eddie Munson was in love with you, just as much as you were in love with Eddie Munson. That was a fact, but you were both too scared to tell each other.

Later that night, you couldn’t keep your eyes off your slightly open bedroom window, nervous that Eddie wouldn’t actually come. But the familiar sound of someone climbing onto the garage roof put any nerves at bay, jumping out of bed to help Eddie inside your room as quietly as possible.

“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart. I had to pretend to use the pay phone, so they’d let me out,” he ended the sentence with a quick kiss before slipping out of his jacket and sneakers. You raised an eyebrow as you glanced down to his jeans, with Eddie looking confused for a moment before taking them off.

“I’m not letting you in my bed with jeans on, shirt is fine, jeans are a no-no,” you gave him a sarcastically sweet smile before getting back into bed, pulling aside the covers to let him in. Eddie smiled as he shook his head, climbing into bed beside you before hiding under the covers, bringing you underneath with him.

Under your covers, both of you stared at each other, taking in every small piece of each other. Although it was too dark to really take in any of his features, you had already memorised every inch of Eddie like the back of your hand. “I wanna tell people about us,” you whispered, caressing Eddie’s cheek gently with your thumb.

Eddie looked at you confused for a moment, unsure of what to say. “Why?”

You sighed heavily, almost looking as if you were about to cry. “Because after everything we’ve gone through, I don’t want to keep you hidden. I want to scream it in everyone’s face that we’re together and I don’t care what anyone has to say about it.”

“Are you sure you want to?”

“Do you?”

“Of course, I do, I don’t want to keep sneaking around anymore, you’re not some dirty little secret. You’re my girl.”

You blushed darkly at his words, a ghost of a smile on your lips. It just felt so right to be his girl, no matter what other people’s prejudices would be.

“I love you,” he whispered, causing your heart to skip a beat.

“You love me?”

He repeated himself, using your full name with it too, just to prove his point.

“And how do you know my full name? You looked at my driver’s licence, didn’t you?”

Eddie grimaced before nodding slowly. “I looked at your driver’s licence.”

You shook your head, playfully hitting his arm. “You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.”

He took your face gently in his hands. “And you’re mine,” he whispered before kissing you softly.

Both of you soon fell asleep together, holding onto each other closely, almost protectively. But by the time you awoke in the morning, the bed beside you was empty and Eddie was gone.

Sighing heavily, you got out of bed and got dressed as quickly as possible to begin packing up your unwanted belongings to be donated to the school. You opened your closet doors and began going through each article of clothing and every box inside, slowly accumulating at least a box worth of things to go. Grabbing a cardboard box from the basement and assembling it, you returned to your room to begin putting the belongings into the box and closing the closet doors.

When you turned back towards your bed, you almost screamed as Eddie was sat upon it, appearing out of almost nowhere. “Jesus, you scared me!”

He chuckled as he looked at you, looking as if you’d seen a ghost. “I did knock!”

You couldn’t help but laugh too as you placed a hand on your still rapidly beating heart. “Right, of course, sorry. I was so massively distracted with sorting all this out, I didn’t hear you.”

He got off the bed to grab the box from you. “Let me help you with that stuff.”

Reluctantly, you let go of the box. “I’ll make up another box and start filling it up, you can just put it down somewhere so we can take them all downstairs together, there isn’t much left.” You sprinted back into the basement to grab a second box and set it up, returning to your room to hand the box to Eddie.

“You know, you’re cute when you’re being organized.” Eddie smiled as he watched you put things into the box.

You hit his arm, unable to contain your blush. “Oh, shut up!”

A knock on the door interrupted you two, with Steve being the one to knock before entering. “You got everything ready?”

You nodded, using some tape to close the box in Eddie’s arms before he gave a slight nod to Steve. “Yup, we managed to fill two boxes. The other is somewhere, not sure where Eddie put it.”

“I put it in front of your chest of draws, didn’t want you to trip over it.” Eddie answered, placing the second box down on top of the first.

“Eddie?” Steve asked, a completely puzzled look on his face as he looked between the two boxes on the floor and you.

You looked confused, too. “Yeah, Eddie’s been helping me. What’s up with that?”

Steve looked like he was about to say one thing but quickly stopped himself, deciding to say something else. “Does he look real to you?”

“Does who look real?”

“Eddie… does he look real?”

You frowned looking between Steve and Eddie stood behind you. “Of course, he looks real, he is real! He’s standing right here!”

Steve rested his hands on your arms, shaking you a little. “No, actually look at him. Properly look at him.”

The façade dropped at that moment, you slowly turning back to look at Eddie. He was wearing his Hellfire Club shirt and bandana, both were covered in blood and torn to pieces. Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to tear your eyes away from him, looking back towards Steve.

“I am so sorry. It’s a dream, you dreamed it for yourself because the truth was too terrible.”

A sob escaped your lips before you were able to stop it, your knees gave out and you collapsed to the floor. The horrible truth you’d so desperately denied over the past few days finally resurfaced; the image of seeing your Eddie lying dead outside his trailer, still wearing the handmade bracelet you gave him came flooding back.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, your whole body was shaking as you screamed and sobbed, but you couldn’t hear anything. Your mind was still in that awful place, reliving it over and over and over again. Watching Eddie die in your arms, not knowing how you felt about him; you couldn’t bare it.

Now you had to face the truth.

Eddie had been dead the whole time you’d been back in Hawkins, all the time you’d spent together had just been lies, a delusion you’d made because you didn’t want to face the awful truth. But the worst part was knowing that Eddie had died without knowing you loved him, and that you wanted the world to know that you were together.

But now you’d never get the happy ending you both so desperately deserved.

#spilled ink #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader smut

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gx-gameon · 6 months ago

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I know we still early in this au but dear god I need to know the DM crews reaction to showing up at Duel Academy only to find the school and the students GONE in season 3

Okay so I’m currently half way through season 1 of my Gx rewatch. (I’m at the school duel so “Chazz it up!” Is finally a thing) until I rewatch season 3 all of these ideas are fluid. I don’t know if they will stay or change into something new as I rewatch it and get inspired.

Now on to the question

When the DM crew shows up the school (or what’s left of it) is in pandemonium. The DM crew know the school is gone as soon as they get close to the island. It’s kind of hard to miss that the whole school building is gone.

Yugi is hard core freaking out. His son, his baby boy, was in that school. And the schools gone. They should have acted sooner.

Atem is trying to comfort Yugi but he’s just in shock as well. He had promised himself he wouldn’t allow harm to come to Yugi or Jaden. The past two years have been hard. He’s wanted to step in so many times but Yugi had always trusted Jaden. Even when he was scared out of his mind for him, he’d insist that if Jaden believed he could handle it they wouldn’t step in until necessary. Sure the monitored the situations and were ready to step in at any time, but it was never enough for Atem. He wasn’t used to standing back while other fought. It was something he distinctly hated about the memory world and his memories of Egypt. And now his nephew was missing and all of his fears were coming to pass.

Joey is staring at the crater in dumbfounded shock. What happened that could take out a whole school? Sure there was a creepy professor that was stealing people’s energy? But that can’t possibly lead to a school blowing up. Could it?

Tristian is the one to voice the question “what happened? It looks like the whole place was blown sky high!” Thank you Tristian. A great observation but not very helpful. Considering the observation sent Yugi down a new spiral.

Téa is trying to stay positive “we don’t know that yet. Maybe Jaden wasn’t in the school when it disappeared. He does like to cut class.” It’s wishful thinking and they all know it. (Jaden is to much like Yugi, to much like Atem. He’s always going to be at the center of the action) She’s trying to keep them and herself calm but it’s not truly working. But she does have a point, they need to find out what happened before they freak out.

Seto can’t take his eyes off of the crater that was once his school. He’s running through so many options of what could cause that. Some far more grim than the others. He almost pivoted to punch Tristian in the month when he says that the school was blown sky high. Because that couldn’t be what happened. Seto would know if one of his properties blew up. There was no way he lost his son, their son (he thinks as he finally looks over at his husband) to an explosion. He can see Yugi finally breaking.

His husband always keeps them grounded when it comes to Jaden and his adventures. Everyone else is always ready to fly to Duel Academy and fight Jaden’s enemies for him. And Yugi understands because he wants to too, but he always calms them. Gets them to watch from a far until Jaden truly needs them. His husband has been a pillar of strength for a long time but specifically these past two years. To see him finally break is heart wrenching. Part of him wants to go to his hisband but Atem is always there and Seto can’t help Yugi if he doesn’t know what happened to Jaden.

He lands the plane and looks at their cobbled together family. “I’m going to find out what happened. The rest of you stay here.” He want to find out if their son is safe, if he wasn’t anywhere near the disaster (not likely) or if their son was in the disaster was there a way to get him back (there had to be he wouldn’t accept another option) or was he dead (if so he didn’t want Yugi or the others to be told that news in front of a crowd. They deserve privacy to respond however they wanted. He could handle it. He’d go, get the world shattering news, come share it with the family, comfort his husband as he breaks down, and start planning his next trip to the afterlife)

His statement is not met well. “There is no way we’re staying here rich boy!” Joey is irate, the rest of the group is to. Loudly protesting Seto’s statement. Seto is more than prepared to argue back. But there is one voice that easily cuts through the noise.

Yugi stands on shaky legs , Atem moving with him arms ready to catch his Aibou if he falls. But Yugi has always been a pillar of strength. He looks at his husband with wet eyes. “There is no way I’m waiting.” And with that it��s settled, they’re all going together.

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Now Chancellor Shepherd didn’t think this day could get any worse. His school was missing along with several hundred students. There was no way this could get worse

Until Seto Kaiba, the man who owns the school, walks up with some of the most famous people in dueling and demands to know what happened. How did they even find out about this? It only happened last night!

The man quickly stumbles through and explanation of what he believes happened and that their scientists are already looking into it.

It basically comes down to the school was transported to a different dimension.

Seto’s brain is already firing on all cylinders. He has the tech to travel between dimensions. But it was one person travel, not school building travel. How long would it take to get the tech here? How long will it take to change it to be school size. He’s got plans and Mokuba’s right next to him as the two start firing off advance math and science of what has to be adapted on the machine to make this work.

Yugi is both relieved (Jaden’s alive) and also terrified (how do they get to him? Seto might be able to bring the school home but Yugi wants to go after Jaden now.)

They are all working together to try and figure out a way to either A) get in contact with the school. B) get the school back. Or C) send at least one of the DM cast to go help the kids (most likely Yugi, Atem, and Joey in that order)

They are hoping that if they can get in contact with the kids maybe they will have a plan. After all they have more information then the adults do at this time. Plus actually hearing from Jaden will calm a lot of their nerves.

Everyone is very productive. The goal is getting the kids (Jaden) back. The DM crew isn’t going to waste time. Seto has taken over the whole operation bring in equipment and directing staff and scientist. He’s getting things set up to communicate with the kids when who should show up but Pegasus.

Why is Pegasus here? Seto didn’t call him. No one on the DM cast would call him.

Seto goes over to tell the man off. He’s under a lot of stress and he’s trying very hard to not take it out on any of the remaining students (they are trying to help) the staff (they are incompetent but they are also worried for the children and they are helping) and he is not going to take it out on Yugi or his friends (the DM crew have grown on him. Sure he and Joey will have petty fights but that’s more for entertainment than actual animosity) so when Pegasus shows up he is the perfect target for all of Seto’s built up aggression.

Or he was until Shepherd comes over and tells them that he asked for Pegasus to come. And excuse me Chancellor Sheppard but can you tell me why you called Pegasus, a competitor of Kaiba Corp to help with a problem when you won’t call the actual CEO who owns your school? Kaiba is not happy and Sheppard is sweating bullets.

Pegasus reveals that he is there because of Jesse Anderson and the rainbow dragon. He needs to find the tablet and create the rainbow dragon card. Then he can send it to Jesse who can use it to bring everyone home. Finally they have a plan!

Seto would be releaved. Except that Pegasus’s looks between him and Yugi and says “Honestly you two think I’m so heartless that I could hear that your little duel prince is trapped in another dimension and I wouldn’t come to help? You wound me.” He’s being dramatic and he’s trying to lighten the mood and reassure the parents that he is there to help.

What he accidentally does is reveal to Sheppard that not only is the Prince of Duels currently at his school! But he was currently lost to a different dimension! Under Sheppard’s watch! This is so bad. He’s running through the missing students in his head as fast as possible trying to figure out who the Prince of Duels is.

It can’t be Jaden. He loves the boy but he’s a bit of an airhead and he doesn’t think there is a thought that has crossed the boys mind that hasn’t left his mouth. (Oh you fool)

It can’t be Chazz he’s met the boy’s brothers

Can’t be Syrus. Zane is his older brother and as far as anyone knows there is only one Prince of Duels.

He doubts it’s Hassleberry. Not with the boys military lingo. But that might just be used to throw him off.

It’s not Atticus. Again he has a sibling and he was missing for two years. If this is Yugi and Seto’s response to their son being missing for a few days he couldn’t imagine them sitting idle for two years

But who?

Bastian? No the boy left the school last year.

Maybe a student who flies under the radar

Or maybe…. It’s one of the transfer students. All the duel academies knew the son of Seto Kaiba and Yugi Muto would attend one of their schools. He and the other head masters had been trying to figure out who the kid was for years. He wouldn’t put it past the two fathers, who were religious about their son’s privacy to send him to a far away school.

Axel is a bad choice his aditude and loyalty to Professor Kobra didn’t fit with what he had picked up from watching the DM crew.

Jim is a good candidate.

And then there is Jesse. The boy with an ultra rare deck. Pegasus’s whole plan to save the school revolved around the boy. And he did say he came specifically to “help the Prince of Duels” could it be Jesse? He was the one Pegasus was helping. If it was Jesse that was even worse the boy had been at his school for barely two months before the Chancellor lost him!

Needless to say the man is hard panicking.

On the other side Seto is furious. How DARE Pegasus reveal anything about Jaden to these people. He’s about to tear into Pegasus. This won’t stand. This won’t happen again. He’ll buy Pegasus’s whole company and ruin this man’s life if he says one more thing about his son.

But before he can Yugi speaks. “Pegasus. While I appreciate your help in this matter. I’ll remind you that there is nothing more important to us than our son’s safety. And a major part of that is his privacy. I will not have that compromised.” His voice is firm and unquestionable. He is a king after all and he will not bend on this matter. His eyes leave Pegasus and land directly on Sheppard. “By anyone here.”

Seto watches the man visible gulps and knows his husband’s message was received load and clear. ‘Tell anyone about this and you’ll pay.’ Yugi doesnt often behave this way outside of duels but Seto never tired of how HOT it was.

The two lead the way back to the rest of the crew and allow Pegasus to explain his plan. Yugi and Atem decide to go with Pegasus to find the Rainbow Dragon tablet. Hopefully between the three of them they will hear the beast’s voice calling out.

The next big problem is deciding who will duel Jesse when the time comes. Seto wants to and does Joey but they are both told that if they would have to go all out to generate enough duel energy. But if they do and they beat Jesse to early then they might lose their chance to get Rainbow Dragon through. Jesse’s a great duelist but the DM crew are in a league of their own.

Chancellor suggests Zane.

After the duel and rainbow dragon goes through all there is to do is wait. A few hours later the school is back.

And Jaden is screaming.

#yugi moto #yugi mutou #jaden yuki #judai yuki #yugioh gx #seto kaiba #dad yugi #atem #yami yugi #pharaoh atem #joey wheeler #tristan taylor #tea gardner #rivalshipping #spiritshipping #johan andersen #jesse anderson

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ask-eyefestation-archived · 3 months ago

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“Pandemonium is scary as fuck…”

“It’s ok Relz!! At least we’re in Eyefestation’s room again. Are you okay mr.Williams?”

“Just a tiny scratch by that thing. Also hi Eyefestation”

[ Some fireflies appeared in the room too…guess Eyefestation is meeting them soon huh? ]

"Greetings."

"Panda is rather aggressive, isn't he?"

*She nodded at the fireflies*

#swearing cw #swearing tw #cw swearing #tw swearing #swearing #ask blog #rp blog #pressure #pressure roblox #roblox pressure #eyefestation #eyefestation pressure #pressure eyefestation #eyefestation responds #✨️ anon #the ✨️ arc

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trepans-apprentice · 2 months ago

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me playing DOORS with friends:Yeah okay so you gotta wait a lil bit after seeing the lights break, bcoz if you go in the wardrobe too soon, HIDE will kick you out n you'll die to RUSH <:3 Alright so you can just watch me go around this time, the library is pretty rough for newbies. just stay crouched mkay? Okay so I want u to go n hide in the office okay? Yeah, the one I unlocked n we hid in earlier :3 i can go get the fuses :3 me playing PRESSURE with friends:yeah you actually cant walk into the pits theres a invis wall trust. oh you actually fell for it.

oh yeah the sparks mean that the door is good n pAInter is trying to shut them o- oh you were already at like 20 hp goodbye soldier <3 insert constant Alert noises from searchlights bc i found a spot they can see you but can't Get you

yeah this is pandemonium trust(its chainsmoker) ALSO FOR SOME REASON PANDEM SPAWNS A LOT MORE WHEN MY FRIENDS PLAY W/ ME IN THE GROUP IDK WHAT THATS ABT BUT I LOVE THE MINIGAME SO I DO NOT MIND!!!!

anyways yeah idk what abt pressure activates my evil neurons but thumbs up

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shunin-gumis · 1 month ago

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Designs of Happiness - Track A25

L4mps Main Story Translation

Title: So that the regrets don’t pile up

Characters: Nagi, Ryui, Toi, Netaro, Yodaka

Summary: Due to Astaroth’s power, strange phenomena occur one after the other. Amongst the pandemonium, Netaro alone seems to be enjoying the chaos…

Thank you aca @/463ce6, myun @/myuntachis Niri @/Niri_riri and jes @/arcanecrayonn for helping me with proofing!

You must never go down those stairs.

Young Toi: Ani-sama, let’s play the swapping game again!

Where is Toi?

Ryui…!? Why are you here—

It’s too late. Oshisha-sama will descend soon.

Young Toi: Ani-sama!! Please get me out of here!! I’m scared!! Don’t leave me please!! Waaahhhhh!!

Location: Hakodate - Daimon Yokocho Izakaya

Ryui: …hh!

Elderly Lady: Oh my, what’s got you shivering?

Ryui: Just…

Ryui: JUST LEAVE US ALONE…!

Elderly Lady: …! Have you been drinking too much—

*rumbling*

Elderly Lady: What?

*ground shakes*

Elderly Lady: Wah! An earthquake!?

Ryui: No, this is–

Momiji: W-Woah! This is a big one…!

Yodaka: Oh? There wasn’t even an alert…

Netaro: Amazing! Is thiiiiis how a living planet pulses~!?

Daniel: Mama, turn off the gas and the fire. Chief, we need to lead these people outside.

Momiji: O-Okay!

Drunkard A: Wha~? This ain’t nothin’ to be scared of!

Drunkard B: Yeah, this one ain’t much~

Drunkard C: In JPN, a scale of 3 or 4 is just a blip on the radar~

Netaro: These earthlings are so coooool~!

Toi: Hahaha! You still choose to think this is a mere earthquake?

Toi: Then, how will you explain this…?

*sounds of glass breaking*

Daniel: Wha–!? My drink! What a waste!!

Momiji: (Wait, that glass just broke out of nowhere…!?)

*more glass breaking*

Elderly Lady: What on earth is going on!? This is madness!

Drunkard B: We need to get out, now! Mama, bill please!

Proprietress: Do you really think now’s the time!? We need to evacuate, quickly!

Toi: AHAHAHAHAHA! Tremble in awe, howl in fear, cry out in terror, and kneel before me!

Netaro: Ahaha! Amazing, how fascinating! So this is a real angel!

Toi: Ahah… You do not fear me?

Netaro: Show me moar and moar~

Toi: Your brazenness disgusts me. You need to be taught a lesson.

*swoosh*

Momiji: (That knife flew right by Netaro’s face…!)

Toi: I was aiming for the top of your head, but I suppose you are more nimble than a human.

Netaro: Oh~ Did you make use of zero gravity to control the movement of that object? Metastasis, in other words, is it possible for you to create a warp hole?

Netaro: You accomplished it with noooo equipment? Or perhaps there is some trick to when you snap your fingers? Please please please let me take you apaaaart!

Toi: Your face irritates me.

Momiji: Toi-kun, no wait, was it Oshisha-sama now!? Anyways, you need to get out of here too!

Toi: Silence. I tire of this now.

Toi: Disappear from my sight.

Drunkard A: Ah……..

Drunkard C: Ugh…….

*they faint*

Momiji: Wha– The two of them suddenly just– Are you okay!?

Yodaka: It seems they’ve fainted. I’ll carry them out.

Drunkard B: I can feel chills down my spine! It’s weird, I think I feel scared…!

Momiji: You’re right… I don’t feel good either, it’s so cold…

Daniel: Did you drink too much? I thought it was still okay for you…

Netaro: What is it? What’s wrooong with you all?

*shaking*

Momiji: Ugh… My head hurts… Everyone, let’s get outside first…!

Netaro: Wah- But whyyyyy~? I wan to talk to the angel shum moooore~!

Momiji: You can’t! You need to leave too, now!

Netaro: A-Aaaah~! Don’t pull mee awaaay~

Yodaka: Toi, you should come with us…!

Toi: ……

Yodaka: Kh…Ah…

Daniel: Over here, Yodaka! Bring those two over now!

Yodaka: *panting* A-Alright…

*door closes*

Toi: …Heh. Finally, it is just the two of us. It’s been a while, Ryui.

Ryui: ……

Ryui: Fucker… We made a contract so you wouldn’t use Toi’s soul anymore…!

Toi: Hah. You dare act so mighty with only one eye? Since you were not available, my only choice was to use what I have on hand.

Toi: You have been wandering around for weeks. What do you have to show for it? I’m certain you must have found a way to defy fate, yes?

Ryui: I’ll fucking kill you…!

*door opens*

Nagi: Um…

Toi and Ryui: …!?

Nagi: I just came back from the toilet, only to find everyone outside… I was worried when I didn’t spot Toi, so… huh?

Nagi: Oh, it’s Ryui-san. Sorry, did I just interrupt a heartfelt reunion…?

Ryui: What, you— How’d you get in here so easily? Don’t you feel sick or dizzy or something!?

Nagi: Because of the earthquake? Well, I do feel a little queasy, but it’s not too bad.

Toi: Heh… To think there is a human who could withstand my true power. I see, so you are one who drowns in despair every single day of your life.

Ryui: Wha!? Is something like that even possible…?

Nagi: Oh, you were still on that huh, Toi.

Nagi: Ryui-san, you’ll come back now, right?

Ryui: …This has nothing to do with you.

Nagi: We’re working as Ward Mayors together so, I’d say it does.

Ryui: Ward what now?

Toi: Toi decided on it, so he could search for you.

Nagi: Ah, I’m in the Night Team, same as Toi. My name is Nagi Hachinoya.

Ryui: Okay…

Nagi: Toi was always anxious, during the first meeting with the other members, and the movie-viewing with all the party people, too… He’d always look sad, wishing his brother was with him.

Nagi: None of us could really comfort him. That’s what it means to be irreplaceable to someone.

Ryui: ……

Nagi: The reason why Toi has, uh, turned into someone else right now, probably has something to do with that too…

Ryui: Not really…

Nagi: I’m sure it was hard for you to make this decision in the first place, but please come be with Toi again for the sake of his happiness.

Nagi: Please.

Nagi: Let’s all go back to HAMA, together.

Nagi: Let’s all hype up HAMA, and maybe you could even take over as leader while you’re at it.

Ryui: (This bastard’s got some guts, saying whatever he wants.)

Nagi: You want the same, right, Toi?

Toi: ……

Ryui: Oi?

Toi: Kh… It seems I’ve used too much of my power…

Nagi: Watch ou–

*Nagi catches Toi*

Nagi: (Phew….)

Toi: *soft snoring*

Ryui: (He’s asleep…)

Ryui: Let him sleep in tomorrow. He’ll wake up when his energy’s back.

Nagi: Huh?

Ryui: I’m leaving the money for the food here. Let that hag know later, got it?

Nagi: …!

~~~(flashback)

Nagi: I’m sorry I couldn’t catch him, even though he was right in front of me… I’ll try harder next time.

Toi: It’s ok, you did more than enough. Thank you for trying, Nagi-san.

~~~(end flashback)

Location: Hakodate Daimon Yokocho Izakaya

Nagi: I’m not letting you go…!

Ryui: Woah!?

Ryui: That hurt…! Oi asshole! Don’t fuckin’ grab my legs, I’ll kill you! And how dare you drop Toi on the floor!?

Ryui: Let me go already you piece of shit!

Nagi: …Urk….I won’t…!

Ryui: Just fuck off already! I’ll kick a hole straight through your stomach and sink you into the fuckin’ bay!

Nagi: Just try it…! That’s—

Nagi: That’s way better than losing your family…!

Ryui: …!

Nagi: You don’t get it at all…!

Nagi: The people who leave could never understand the pain and sorrow you put on the ones you leave behind!

Ryui: And what the FUCK do you know about me!? Huh!? It’s not like I—

Ryui: It’s not like I left him behind because I wanted to, idiot! I had no choice but to do it, for Toi’s sake!

Nagi: ……

Ryui: I was lonely as hell too…! Don’t you dare get off on saying whatever you want!

Nagi: You’re the one doing whatever you want! There’s someone who wants you by his side, so why wouldn’t you reach out to him? If you don’t even make that effort, can you really say you’re treasuring him!?

Ryui: …!

Nagi: It’s okay if you fight! It’s okay if you’ve got different values, if you never get to sort it out…!

Nagi: Staying despite all of that is the reassurance you can only get from “family!” So please, Ryui, I’m begging you, stay here!

Ryui: ……

Nagi: (He’s… stopped resisting.)

Nagi: Oh right, sorry for being disrespectful, Ryui-san.

Ryui: Which hotel?

Nagi: Huh?

Ryui: I’ll carry Toi.

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#18trip #18tlip #18trip translation #l4mps #18trip main story translation #l4mps main story #nagi hachinoya #hachinoya nagi #netaro yowa #toi shiramitsu #ryui shiramitsu #hiroshi daniel iwabuchi #yodaka natsume #daniel conductor #momiji hamasaki #kaede hamasaki #you can clearly see Nagi overlapping his own experience over the twins' separation #it's so hard to watch 😭

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minkkumaz · 1 year ago

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SLEEPING UNDER THE SUN

it was the groups day off, meaning there was free range to do anything you guys pleased. when a beach day was recommended, it was happily agreed upon, therefore everyone prepared! when you and yungyu play too hard, you both sit down to relax; unknowing that sleep was creeping on the two of you.

PAIRING lee yungyu x fem!reader WC 2.1k TAGS best friends to lover trope. fluff. minor swearing. beach hangout. reader and gyu tease eachother like a lot. vague description of body. OMI NOTE this imagine has been something i've been dying to write because not only am i madly in love with yungyu, this is literally the scenario i've been dreaming about adhjb he is so precious. this isn't really a blurb but it's definitely not a super long thought out idea so it's not proofread. enjoy the sillies.

the melodic sound of waves washing upon the shore filled your ears. sand beneath your feet was hot, making you speed up slightly as you followed behind the group. everything took you by surprise, the calming atmosphere you weren’t used to, that was about to be completely ruined by the pandemonium of your friends.

at this point, you were unable to get a single word in before minho was running after seungheon and kyungmin was accidentally dropping items one by one while walking to the spot jaeyun chose. haemin followed closely behind, making sure to pick up everything the clumsy boy let fall. you could practically hear him rolling his eyes while kyung walked unknowingly.

all of their excitement was prominent, as it was their weekend off in awhile. it made your lips perk up into a smile, seeing them get to be kids again. however you weren’t one to talk, having been extremely busy as well.

the closer you got, the more you felt the salty breeze blowing through your hair. it covered up the summer heat seamlessly. setting your beach bag and cooler down on the towel that was set up, letting out a long sigh of relief after holding the heavy items.

“y/n ah are you excited?!” yungyu jumped up and down happily.

“i think i might die because i am very excited. i’ve been wanting to come to the beach forever!” you grin, giving off the same energy.

“okay because we better swim out as far as possible into the ocean before yoonsung ropes us into a sand castle competition.” he puts his hand over his eyes to block out sunlight, looking for his hyung that seemed to of disappeared.

“hey, what’s wrong with building sand castles? they’re fun!”

“um because he takes it way too seriously! if there aren’t moats and sand - people in his castle he starts whining like a baby.”

“good point. let’s go!” you grab his hand quickly and start booking it down the shore, oblivious to the bright shade of maroon that tinted yungyu’s cheeks. it was way too early to get sunburnt, so he couldn’t hide his blush.

“come back soon, we’re gonna prep the net for beach volleyball!” kyungmin says, making the both of you nod in return.

small puffs of sand kicked behind you while you ran, soon replaced by splashes of water. the ocean water was warm, rising from your knees to your chest the farther you went in.

once you were at a comfortable level where the currents were calm and the sun shone brightly above, you let yourself relax. small strands of seaweed swam under the water, tickling your legs

“this is the greatest ever.” you float around calmly.

“somehow i can hear the random passerbys shrieking about myungho’s abs from here.”

“jealous cause his abs are better than yours?” you wiggle your eyebrows.

“what’s that supposed to mean?!” he furrows his eyebrows.

“hehe i’m just kidding gyu, i like your abs.” you pause for a second, “wait– not in that way! i’m just saying they’re perfectly acceptable!”

“whhh–”

“um, anyways! do you think seungheon is going to come out with us anytime soon?” you question, looking back at the black haired boy.

“he’s probably being hassled by minho to put on sunscreen so i doubt he saw us come out.” yungyu shook his head still flustered, swimming to get closer next to you.

“speaking of sunscreen, you might need some. you look really red, gyu!” you frown.

“psh– what are you talking about i am totally not red, you’re seeing things.” he splashed some water in your direction to distract you.

“what was that for?!” you splash back, “keep this water on your side of the ocean.”

“bro there is water everywhere.”

“you know what i mean you idiot.”

“oh really? so if i got some of my water on you what would happen hmm?” he teased, scooping some water in his hand to throw at your face. while you failed to shield yourself, some of it got in your mouth.

“yungyu!” you cough, going after him as he started swimming to shore. “i’m a faster swimmer than you are!” he yelled behind him.

you tailed behind yungyu, letting the waves carry you faster towards him and the shore, immediately chasing him as soon as you were free from the ocean.

“yungyu you loser, get your ass back over here!” you shout.

“get away!”

catching up quickly, you tackle him down into the sand. you sat on top of him, playfully rubbing sand in his hair while he screams for help.

too caught up in the moment, you didn’t account how your position atop yungyu was oddly romantic; halfway through, you were teasing him out of embarassment rather than actual anger. you heard a voice call out to you, interrupting your innocent giggles.

“y/n! yungyu! you both have to stop making a scene oh my god..” jaeyun waves both of you back.

looking back at the boy beneath you, he’s wearing a sheepish smile. he was panting exhaustedly, letting his arms flop to his sides in defeat. the both of you shared a similar shy expression, now aware of the position you were in.

“ah– i’m sorry gyu i didn’t mean to get carried away..” you swing your leg back over his body and pull him up from the floor.

“no no no it’s okay! we were just teasing eachother it’s fine. giving in so easily?” he jokes, dipping his hand in a wave that washed up and running it through his hair in an attempt to get some sand out.

“never. you look silly with all those speckles in your hair, i’d say it was deserved.”

“whatever you say. let’s go see what hyung is up to.” he beams, switching in demeanor.

both of you get up from your spot on the sand and walk up to where everyone was hanging out. there were folding chairs set up alongside two umbrellas that were big enough to keep everyone in the shade.

everyone chat amongst themselves while minho chopped up fruit to share with the group. you sat next to yungyu on a towel and shared watermelon from a little tupperware.

“looks like you guys were having fun.” haemin commented in between bites.

“something of the sorts.” you respond, reaching over to grab another piece of the refreshing snack.

“hey! haemin she’s just mad that she swallowed a little bit of water.” yungyu tells him.

“sixty - six percent of the water in my body is now half salt water, thanks.” you roll your eyes.

“you two argue like a couple.” haemin mentions, before getting up to put his empty container back in the cooler.

like a couple? the though itself made butterflies dance around in your stomach; you quickly darted your gaze away from yungyu, too nervous to look and him and try not to imagine what it would be like to actually be together.

today was slightly off for you, having been made self aware of just how close you and him have been throughout the day. and to add onto it, the day had just begun.

some time passed before everyone grouped up to play some beach volleyball. it wasn’t a group hangout if they weren’t playing on some kind of bet. according to jaeyun, losing team would have to pitch in together to buy ice cream at the end of the day.

this was extremely in character, and you were not planning on losing against them. after the teams were separated, everyone played for awhile.

the game got quite intense, some casual shit talking between both groups. yungyu and jaeyun had that disgusted look on their faces whenever they were met with eachother, only separated by the measly net. this sight made you laugh, taking a mental photo.

after awhile, the scores were practically tied. in the middle of this, everyone decided to take a thirty minute break to re - energize with lunch that was packed earlier in the morning. it was an under statement to say that you were exhausted.

yungyu laid out on a towel that was sheltered by the umbrellas, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. you followed right behind him, letting yourself lay your head on his chest. he was your best friend, and these types of contact were normal in your friendship, however part of you swore you heard his heartbeat quicken.

“are you tired already?” he mumbled above you.

“a little. myungho’s hits are not to fuck with, remind me not to get in a fight with him like.. ever.”

“y/n, anyone here could fold you.”

“i’m too sleepy to fight back with you.” you sigh, letting your eyes close.

“i better not catch you falling asleep, stupid.” he complains sarcastically, while you let out a small ‘mhm’ in response.

at that point, he decides to let you be for a little while. you were the sleepiest person he’s ever known, having the ability to pass out anywhere and everywhere. the rest knew this, and most of the time paying no mind to it.

however, only a few minutes passed before your breathing measured to a steady pace, your face relaxed, and you didn’t feel your damp bathing suit clinging to your body anymore. yungyu glanced down a little and noticed this, poking at your cheek.

he stared at you, letting a smile play on his lips. it was easier to admire you when you weren’t going back and forth teasing eachother. maybe haemin was right, anyone who didn’t look twice would think there was some kind of romantic relationship between the two of you.

and just like you, that was something he hoped for. he just didn’t exactly knew how you felt yet. blissfully unaware, gyu wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. his hand lay in the dip of your waist, fingers slightly ghosting over your elbow as you hugged yourself.

“god i wish you knew how i felt about you.” he said, the only words that left his lips before he let his eyes shut, sleep overtaking him as well.

the feeling of skin against yours became more noticeable as you came out of your sleep spell. feeling groggy, your eyes blink open slowly, immediately being met with the boy you were laying on.

“gyu?!” you shot up, looking around you to see the rest of the boys off playing by the shore, then looking back at him.

“good morning to you too.” yungyu yawned.

“did i seriously fall asleep on you? how long was i out?”

“we weren’t asleep for that long, don’t worry. probably fourty - five minutes at most. “ he checked his phone, confirming his suspicions.

“shit, everyone is probably waiting for us to start the game.” you groan, rubbing your eyes.

“hey, it’s our day to relax. they probably don’t care and it’s only four thirty.” he mutters, using his arm still snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“ah– when did you get so bold?” you squeak out.

“when i saw how cute you looked cuddled up against me.” he confesses casually.

“what.”

“what?”

“dude you can’t just say that! oh my god my heart..” you cover your face with your hands, embarrassed.

“scared you’re gonna fall in love with me?” he makes a gap between your middle and pointer finger to see your eye.

“i can’t be very scared for something that already happened.” you stutter.

“what.”

“what?”

“okay now you’re doing it! what the hell?!” he whines, removing your hands from your face.

“you started it first you idiot.” you pout, furrowing your eyebrows slightly.

“i’m just trying to get my point across! i was attempting to be suave with it.” he bites down on his bottom lip.

“and what exactly is your point?”

“that i like you, and best friends don’t exactly do the things that we do.” his voice gets quiet, the atmosphere suddenly feeling heavy.

“yungyu..”

“i’m not trying to ruin our relationship or anything but–”

“i like you too, yungyu.” you interrupted him.

“i think everyone kinda sorta knew that.” seungheon appeared behind both of you guys, followed by minho.

the two of you jumped, looking in their direction. they both started laughing at both of your blushing faces.

“way to interrupt a moment little bro.” yungyu stated before chucking a seashell in his direction.

“you’re growing up too fast you guys, you better not be kissing all the time from now on!” minho lectures.

“oh? like this?” you grab yungyu’s face, leaving a kiss on his lips to poke fun at minho.

yungyu’s eyes go wide, shocked at the sudden contact between the two of you. his fingers move over his lips, still feeling yours ghosting over them.

“gross, not in front of us!” seungheon pleaded, minho covering his eyes in disgust. both of them walked away teasingly, leaving you and gyu alone.

“boyfriend has a nice ring to it, yeah?” you think.

“better than best friend.”

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