#it’s so serious when idols cut their hair and you liked the length

[shysuccubusstuff]

cozy afternoon! zayne

Content: NSFW content, masturbation (solo), no actual intercourse.

Plot: So, there's this line in which the game states that the MC forgot her clothes within the bathroom... what if she forgot something else?...

Note: Non-proof reader, sorry for not posting for a while. Hope you all like it :).

Number of words: 1,8K.

It was quite sudden, to be honest.

Just as you had finished your shower, there was a sudden knock on your door. When you looked through the small peephole, you were able to see Zayne there, waiting at your front door, his hair drenched by the sudden storm that started while he went out with some of his work mates after being pestered by almost each single female that worked there (as well as most males that actually saw him as some kind of idol) during around three whole weeks.

It took you a few seconds realize that Zayne was indeed there, at your door, his face was a bit flushed, and he was still wearing his formal attire which he used while he was at work. Luckily, he had been able to finish most of the paperwork he had, so he could allow himself to get some rest (not like he was taking advantage of the sudden storm, of course not). Your eyes were nailed to his pretty face, although something else quickly gained your attention, his clothes were completely drenched, making his shirt a bit translucent, just enough for you to be able to see his chest and fit body. He must have noticed it, as he suddenly got a bit flushed, his hands trying to hide his body just a bit. Finally, you were able to answer him, "Oh yeah! Of course, just enter the bathroom, you should have a shower, I'll try to search for something that may fit you." Just as you were about to run towards your room, Zayne spoke, "Are you sure you haven't left anything inside the bathroom?" You quickly denied it, rushing to your bedroom without allowing him to say whatever he was about to say.

After a few minutes, you were finally able to calm down, you took the clothes that could perhaps fit him (they were Xavier’s clothes, left by him in case he wanted to take a comfy nap in your own apartment), after clearing one of the main issues, you decided to start to prepare dinner, as it was already past eleven o’clock. While you were already cutting up the ingredients, a realization came to you. Your clothes! You had left your clothes (including your underwear) inside the bathroom, of course Zayne would have seen it by now! Despite that, you once again rushed, this time to the bathroom, you tried to be as quiet as a mouse, opening the door slowly, perhaps Zayne was still in the bathroom, sadly, this was not the case, as when you opened the door you found quite a sight.

Zayne, Zayne with his hair drenched, little droplets of water running down his body, his hand was wrapped around his shaft, your pretty underwear was also wrapped around it, his hand moving it up and down his length, as he tried to cover his soft moans by biting his lips. Just as you were about to leave the bathroom, he quickly turned around, his face completely flushed as he attempted to cover himself (unable to do so despite how hard he tried), you tried to explain yourself, “Oh, I just—remembered I had left my…clothes here, but it seems I was mistaken, I will search for them around my house, leave when you feel like it!” Of course that was a failed attempt to flee, as he quickly took you by your wrist. The towel was hiding his raging erection, but he still tried to remain as calmed as he was able to: “I’m…I’m sorry, I don’t know what took over me, you must be quite disgusted, I would completely understand if you wanted me to leave right now.” Well, how could you put it? Disgusted? Far from it, you were actually kinda (maybe way too) horny, I mean, seeing the man you loved losing it just because of your clothes? …Let’s be honest you were about to lose your mind, who could imagine someone as serious and “correct” as Zayne would lose his temper just from seeing the underwear of the person he loved. Just as he tried to make way for him to leave the bathroom, you got on his way, stopping him midway. “I don’t find you disgusting nor I want you to leave, Zayne, you-you are nothing if not precious to me.” Zayne’s hands tightened against the towel that was tied around his waist, almost as if trying to hold back. “I…I really don’t want you to feel somewhat pressured by this…this event” His face was much more flushed than before, perhaps it was just because of the embarrassment of being extremely close to you (of course not because of the little distance between his naked body and you).

You didn’t allow him to think it for longer, as you quickly pressed your lips against his. It was just a poor attempt of a real kiss, but it worked just as a spark, quickly making the doubtfulness of Zayne be blown away, his hands moved to your waist, caressing it as if it was the finest piece of art. His lips corresponded yours, swiftly taking charge of the kiss while his hands kept going up and down your back, sending small shivers down your spine. Who could image how experienced Zayne seemed at that moment?

Before you were able to respond, he had already taken both of you out of the small bathroom, having you on top of his lap as he made you a mess just through his tender hands and slightly cold lips, almost feeling as if you were about to melt on his hands. Despite Zayne had remained silent for a few minutes, it seemed that having you there all for himself gave him just enough confidence for him to actually state his feelings: “I have been trying so hard to simply ignore it, even to the point of wishing we had never met, but I have realized it is impossible, my soul is far too attached to you to even think about not meeting in our next lives. I no longer try to hide or avoid my own feelings, as I am well aware of them, I just�� I don’t want to have you carry my own burden.” His eyes seemed to glisten with a mixture of nostalgia, desire and pure love. Regardless of that, you knew that he would refuse to develop that complex gaze, he did indeed avoid it, as his lips were once again kissing yours, the sudden warmth making your head spin a bit.

His little game kept going for a few minutes, sometimes allowing himself to play with your covered nipples over the little t-shirt you were wearing, making Zayne lose a bit more of his control every time your lips parted letting those soft pants and moans leave your mouth, or when you are slowly grinded against him, his hips rising just for him get a bit more friction, just a bit more.

The situation got even worse when you suddenly pulled away, leaving Zayne all high on the feeling, his cold hands tightly gripping your waist, not allowing you to move even an inch away from him, almost as if he was afraid of you disappearing from his grasp. His once cold hands were quite warm, perhaps as a result of the mixture between the alcohol in his veins and the extremely… sticky situation. He got you closer to him, keeping his hands just where they had been, “Why are you trying to run away from me?... Don’t you love me?” The cold exterior of Zayne was suddenly melting, his expression turning even softer against you, his head resting against your shoulder, as he whispered those soft words, a slightly possessive undertone kept lingering around his words, almost as if he was trying to enchant you with his velvety voice whispering sweet nothings against you. Zayne hands kept going up your back, starting to play with the fastener. When did he learn to be so…cute?

Despite his tactics, you tried to recover the composure, yes, you both may have kissed (perhaps even more kissing…), but you shouldn’t cross that kind of line, not when Zayne was barely able to keep his eyes open, Sadly, Zayne didn’t even flinch, regardless of how many times you tried to make him understand that you did in fact like him, but you preferred doing this type of stuff when he was completely there, not just half of his conscience. Making a small fuss, Zayne kept playing with your soft chest, finally getting rid of your bra and starting to play with your pretty nipples, pinching them every time you tried to re-explain why doing that kind of thing right now could be a bad idea, and how he should wait for some other day. He put one of his hands over your mouth, getting on top of you and lowering his face just enough for his lips to caress one of your nipples, starting to play with it, sucking on it as he smiled wickedly, his other hand  playing with your other nipple, making you let out soft moans despite you knew how you should try to stop him before he could regret it the following morning. He stopped for a second, speaking way too close to your chest and letting his warm breath against your skin. “Would you let me pleasure you…? Just a little, I promise.” He looked just like a lost puppy; how could you refuse him? So of course, you (once again) gave in, allowing him to get rid of your soft pyjama pants together with your underwear. He moved away from you, lowering so he could align his mouth with your sweet cunt, allowing his tongue to enter you slowly, sucking on your clit while one of his hands started to play with your entrance, other times caressing your clit until it was all sensitive, making you cry out every time he decided to act mean, sucking on it while his finger entered you, wiping the tears that fell down your cheeks due to the overstimulation.

He prologued this sweet torture until you became just a crying mess, babbling incoherent words as you tried to get him to move away, just enough for you to feel less lightheaded. Unfortunately, it didn’t matter how much you tried to move him, his sturdy arms were keeping you at your place, not allowing you to move even an inch without him pressing down on you, making you feel breathless as his body towered over your frame. “Please…my mind is hazy…” Your words seemed to fall into deaf ears, as his tongue and fingers kept torturing your sweet cunt, making you cum over and over his mouth, swallowing your alluring fluids, only stopping when you were on the verge of passing out. His warm hands took your limp body, switching positions and letting you rest on his chest. He took the soft blanket that was placed on the other duvet, covering both of you and interlocking his arms around his beloved one.

[appynonna]

Our Universe Chapter 5: A New Friend! Pairing: Poly!OT8xoriginal chararters Rating: 18+ Word Count: 2,794 Words Warning: pet names, Hinting at GxG relationship, talk of possible pregnancy.

Previous Chapter -> Here

Arthur notes: Hello, Deary So we won't see much of the guys in this chapter but it going to start bringing in new people and other idols. I really hope y'all are enjoying this so far!

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I went to grab my purse out of the car as she locked the building up. The ride was quick with loud music. Yechan had left Dune in her office, saying that he would be fine and that she would pick him up after she was done.

the small talk was a little awkward but that should have been expected. For almost the year I have been together with the guys, I had only been around Yechan a few times. She has a room and office at the house but for whatever reason she doesn't live full time there. She might stay a night or two a week but she has an apartment inside the city limits.

Seonghwa had once told me that she had gotten together with Yunho when they were still in Secondary Education, Yunho was also close friends with Mingi in Secondary Education. The other relationship came together slowly and 6 years later it is what they have now. I honestly don't know what to call it.

I had never been in any kind of relationship like this, The level of trust that is needed for 10 people to all be together at the same time is outstanding. There were rules in place to help. Being honest and upfront about things, was the biggest rule. We were allowed to see people outside of our little circle, but most of their relationships don't last for one reason or another, most people don't like the idea of sharing I think.

Turning onto the road that takes you back to the main street square Yechan random started to laugh over the song she was previously singing. I turned and looked at her "You know, If you're not already on birth control you might want to get on some." She said still laughing, I just started at her my mouth gapping " Yunho was telling me last night that they have a bet going as to see who will get you pregnant first" I could feel my mouth drop You better close that Bunny or you'll catch a fly" She was laughing again

"Are you serious? I asked her not believing my ears. Yechan just nodded "You might want to bring it up to Yeosang, If you would like to get on something," She said pulling up to Rhea's Salon.

The Urban Glow Studio and Spa was a privately owned and run hair salon and spa that Rhea had built from the ground up. they offer a line of different services, Everything from normal hair cuts and dye jobs to Nails and full spa treatments. She was working two jobs when she brought it. Buying the cheapest building she could find, Gutted it, and then built it from the ground up. It was her dream to have this place.

Walking into the salon from the front door you're hit with the smell of watermelon and sea salt. It was an odd combination but it worked for her. Due to spending so much time here, that was what Rhea also smelled like at any given time.

Today she had her long burgundy colored hair pulled up to a might messy bun and top of her head, and was in her normal work 'uniform'. Black pants, a black shirt, and her black/white Mike shoes. She also had a blue and silver bracelet on her left wrist. Today she was wearing a purple holographic apron and had what looked like Hello Kitty bandaids on her fingers.

Rose the spa technician was wearing an identical outfit but with a knee-length skirt and was spinning around in one of the Unoccupied salon chairs, and the nail tech Hannah was sitting at her workstation currently working on a set of nails. I walked over to Hannah as Yechan walked over to Rhea "What are you doing" I asked sitting down in the green comfy chair placed in front of her desk

"I am currently constipating every choice in life I have ever made and deciding what bridge I'm going to jump off of," she said then took a sip of her yoo-hoo through the straw. I laughed at her "Someone must have given you a crazy order and offered so much money you couldn't say no?" I asked, Hannah just nodded never taking her eyes off the nail before her.

I leaned over the table to look at them. They almost had a catholic look to them, The base was white with a risen gold top and little green stones throughout. A little bit on the bolder side for me "That is insane" I said to Hannah, Not a moment later Rhea walked up to me holding a black container with a lid "Here" she said holding it out to me "Knowing you the only thing you have put in your stomach this morning is coffee" I smiled at her "You know me so well" I took the container from her as three different voices yelled my name "For shame on you" Rhea shook her head " The spa area is up and running if you want to go out there, You know where everything is" She throw her hand up as she walked away

Inside the container were chocolate and caramel drizzle apple slices, Turning back towards Hannah she shook her head, Opened a draw on her desk, and pulled out a pair of wooden chopsticks "Throw them away when you're done" Then she started back on the nail set.

I stood up and walked to the glass door in the back of the shop, passing the hidden stairwell up to the second floor. Upstairs is mainly used as storage but it does have a full-size studio apartment attached to it.

I pushed the door open heading outside. The back Spa was a nice little space. There was a small fire pit off to the left with four wooden chairs around it, A stone path that headed up to a large inground Spa hot tub, and the control panel next to it.

Walking over to the hot tub, I turned it on and then grabbed a towel to sit on from the sealed container that Rhea stores the outside towels in. I took my heels off the stuck my feet in the hot water.

The apples were fresh, the dish most likely made this morning by the staff to snack on. I grabbed my phone out of my bag. No missed calls or new messages.

I opened the messages between Yeosang and me as I thought about what Yechan said in the car. I am not ready for kids. I typed a quick message to Yeosang.

Ari 9:23 am - Are you busy?

I locked my phone and sat it down reaching to get another apple slice. Before the apple was in my mouth, my phone rang. I answered without checking who was calling.

"Bonjour Ari, je parle" (Hello Ari Speaking) I said pushing the bite of the apple to the side of my mouth "Doll, Je ne savais pas que tu connaissais le francais" (Doll, I didn't know you knew french) It was Yeosang, I could hear the smile in his voice as well as loud voices in the background.

"I know the basics, but I need to practice it more," I told him leaning back on my right arm "I am more than happy to help you" He officered " but what's going on, I thought you were with Yechan today?" He asked, I could hear the light tone of concern in his voice.

"I am, I just have a quick question for you," I told him lightly kicking my feet in the hot tub. "I was thinking about maybe starting birth control, "I told him "Is that something you could give me?" I asked "Unfortunately it's not, I do have a good friend here that I would trust you to see. Would you like me to set up the appointment for you" he officered " I think so," I told him

"ok, I'll set it up and send you the time and date, But Ari. Are you ok?" he asked I could hear him moving now along with a door opening "I'm OK, I was just talking to Yechan and it got me thinking is all" He sighed "She told you about the bet didn't she?" He asked " I told them it was stupid" He muttered quickly "She did" I wasn't going to lie to him

One of the biggest rules was no secrets within the family " It just got me thinking, Yeo I'm not ready to have kids" I told him, He chuckled a little bit I honestly don't think any of us are" Yeosang replied. "But that's perfectly fine, it's your choice. None of us will force you into anything" He told me, I could feel the relief flooding my body. I wasn't sure if it would be a deal breaker for any of them.

"I do have to let Hongjoong know about your appointment. You know the 'when and where', the rest is up to you" He added I could almost see his soft smile " I do need to get back to work, But I'll call Chungha and set everything up for you. Love you" He said and then was off the phone. I do feel better now, I wonder what is going to be done at the appointment.

I closed the container and just sat there in peace for a minute, not worrying about anything. After a while, I ended up lying down on my back, with my feet still in the water. I closed my eyes.

"Ari" I could hear a voice calling but it sounded far away "Ari" It called again but louder this time. I opened my eyes.

Standing above me was Rose, with her perfectly long strawberry blonde dyed hair pulled back in a half updo, loose curls falling over her shoulder. A black bow sat at the back of her head, holding the hair in place. Her dark brown almost black eyes blinked at me slowly, showing off her perfect eye lineer. She always looks so effortlessly flawless and feminine.

"Yechan is almost done, If you want to come back inside. We ordered pizza too." she told me holding a towel. After drying my feet off I put my heels back on following her down the walkway back into the shop.

Walking back into the hair salon at the same time the front glass door opened. I didn't pay any mind to the door and went over to Yechan "What do you think?" She asked, I picked up a stand and played with the end. It was still so soft "It fits you" I smiled at her and looked back over to Rhea for a second and then back to Yechan. "It should, It's my natural color," She said with a sad smile

Yunho had told me once that Yechan had normally kept red in her hair but having to get it touched up every so many weeks was bad for the hair, It was slowly liking her hair. " Just because it's your natural color doesn't mean it's the best look for you." I smiled placing my hand on her shoulders and looked at her in the mirror. Yechan gave me a funny look "Ari" she started but was cut off by a guy calling "Pizza!"

Turning to the guy, corrected two guys. The guy holding the pizza boxes looked like Rhea, He looked a little bit on the dorky side with his fluffy black hair and big happy smile, the same smile Rhea gets when she gets on a kick about something she is passionate about.

He was wearing denim overalls over a black shirt. The shirt had some kind of pink writing but I couldn't tell what it said, along with plain red converses.

The guy standing next to him was looking over at Yechan and me, Rhea turned toward us as well "Bros, this is my brother Seungmin and his friend Jisung," she told us Her brother Seungmin had already turned around but the friend was still looking at us.

Jisung was strangely beautiful in an effortless way. He was sporting dirty blond hair over a black shirt with spiderwebs and pink wringing on one side of the chest and an odd shade of jeans, they looked both blue and pink at the same time. His face was bare with wire-rim glasses low on his nose.

Yechan next to me now had the flat iron trying to curl a little piece of hair in the front, It didn't want to cooperate with her already curly hair. "Here let me," I said taking the iron from her, Yechan handed it over without a fight.

Picking the piece up to start curling it, the friend of Rhea's brother walks over to us. He rubbed his hands on the front of his pants, nervously. I raised an eyebrow to him " The color looks really good on you. Makes your green eyes pop" He was flirting with her openly, It was very cute "Un ha" Yechan just looked at him a little bit suspiciously. I told her I was done.

Turning the flat iron off and sitting it down on the cooling pad I walked over to Rhea, She quickly sat her her phone down. Almost slamming it onto the counter. "You ok" I asked her, She was as white as a ghost. "I'm fine, It was just a weird email" she stated and then smiled "Pizza?" She asked holding out a small plate.

There was a chicken Alfredo with bell pepper, A Hawaiian style with ham, bacon, and bell pepper on it. Another was pepperoni and Italian sausage with green olives and extra cheese on what looked like a pan crust, Then a classic pepperoni and cheese pizza.

The two boys laughed at themselves after opening all the boxes. "What" Yechan asked the blonde boy next to her. He stumbled slightly, Looking at her. Jisung eyes went the size of dinner plates. "Just thinking about a friend of ours that strongly believes that pineapple doesn't go on pizza" Jisung stated running his hand through his hair "Or burgers" Seungmin added laughing.

As it should be" another voice added coming through the door. The guy who entered was about the same height as Seonghwa, He had narrow dark eyes. Wearing navy blue dress pants, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and black dress shoes.

He walked up to Jisung " I need some help with these packages" He grabbed his arm then started back to the door, Jisung pulled at his arm playfully "No I don't want to help, They have Pizza!" he whined throwing his arm towards us"Sammy the pizza!" Jisung fake cried. "Too bad" and 'Sammy' pulled Jisung out the shop door. For a few moments after the door closed you could hear Jisung whine about how hungry he was. Yechan laughed, I looked at her "What, That was funny" she shrugged picking up a slice of pizza and taking a bite of the pepperoni and sausage pizza.

Rhea was picking at her pizza. Seungmin was giving her a questioning look, as was I. "Are you ok?" We asked at the same time. She looked back and forth between us for a second. "I'm fine, just not hungry" She shrugged her shoulders, The spaghetti starp falling. I gave Seungmin a funny look. Neither of us believed her, Something was off. But I trusted my friend, If something was wrong she would tell me.

After about 30 minutes of sitting around the 'Waiting room' talking I could feel myself getting antsy, I started to poke Yechan's shoulder as she was standing next to me.

After about six pokes Yechan took a deep breath "Bunny, I swear to the gods above if you don't stop poking me and tell me what you want, I'm going to pin you to the wall next to you" I yipped, "Will you go with me to the new dress shop? I asked her, Not able to meet her face. I could feel her lean in close.

"Maybe if you asked nicely," She said softly next to my ear. I hid my face in my hands, trying to cover the blush now covering it. "Yechan laughed "I'm just messing with you," She said placing her hand on my shoulder "Of course, I'll go with you," She squeezed my shoulder then let it go.

"Thank you for the new color Rhea, It's great as always" Yechan stands up. I followed her towards the door "I'll message you later" I told Rhea heading out to door behind Yechan.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

purr, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: What moves faster, the speed of light or Jeon Jungkook when he's caught watching petplay porn by his older brother's female friend? The answer is, not light.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; descriptions of fetish petplay porn (latex cat); slight crack, can't be serious for two seconds sorry not sorry; smut (fem reader, slight D/s themes, m-masturbation, all the kisses, mild suffocation from titty (not in the way you think), handjob, m-receiving oral, nipple play, penetrative sex); non-idol!AU - black-haired, incredibly awkward!JK x noona!reader; switches between Jungkook’s and (minor) reader's POV

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Tight, sleek, black latex bra. Matching latex sleeves covering both arms and both legs, covering up to the extremities. Thick straps that forced each limb to fold at the elbows and knees with leather pads cushioning those joints. Hands were flush against the shoulders, snapped down to the neck collar. Head half-covered with a corresponding mask that had cute pointed cat ears angled upward in an attentive position.

The woman was moaning as her dom tugged on her tongue.

Jeon Jungkook watched his laptop screen with fascinated curiosity and a hard-on in his sweatpants.

The moment of, I'll just quickly look up some porn and rub one out, had turned into a puzzled, huh, what is this, and now he had no idea how he got here. Yet, nevertheless, at this point he was horny and invested.

Funny how that happened sometimes.

Cold milk was being poured into her open mouth and splashing all over her tits, turning the black latex shiny and glossy with creamy white liquid.

He pressed his palm into the soft black fabric of his sweats and held his breath.

The camera was panning out, showing the milk dripping down between her legs. Clinging to her glistening thighs, trickling onto the floor, spilled milk on smooth white tile. Not something he would want to clean up, but he could appreciate the visual presented. He gasped as the woman on screen gasped from more cold milk being poured, molding his palm against his still-clothed length, teasing himself.

Hot breath between his ear and naked shoulder.

"That looks uncomfortable."

The speed of light was fast.

But Jeon Jungkook in absolute panic was faster.

"Gah!"

Immediately he flung his laptop away from him, only to immediately regret it and slam it shut, cutting off the sound and screen, and then immediately becoming tangled in his soft stretchy jersey sweatpants due to how hard his dick was, leading to death in three ways.

One, in blinding pain. In moving so fast, he had accidentally pinched his poor balls with his muscular thighs.

Two, in loss of blood as he watched an elegant hand snatch his laptop out of the air and pull it aside, his shocked eyes following the swift movement.

Three, in pure embarrassment once his eyes connected with the reason why he desperately needed to get off in the first place.

His older brother’s female friend smiled at him, cocking an eyebrow.

"What were you watching?" she purred softly.

Jungkook squeaked as one does when in a pained, panicked, horny state.

The tip of her tongue traced the edge of her lips.

His dick jerked in his boxer briefs, streaking a line of pre-cum across the inside.

His hands flew down and clamped his dick between his hands and thighs. Her eyes watched with faint amusement. Her head tilted, the corner of her lips tugging upwards, tapping his laptop in the air. His cock pulsated violently, demanding attention. Oh no. No. No, no, no. Say something. Say something Jungkook, quick!

"... M-Meow?"

His ancestors, future self, and unborn progeny chilling in his testicles all collectively cringed.

She looked like she was trying not to crack up.

"Ah, is that so?"

He looked away quickly and that was a mistake because now he was acutely aware of what she was wearing. A slinky black slip dress with triangle-shaped cups and long wispy eyelash lace that feathered over her chest. The hem was asymmetrical, with triangle cut-outs that revealed as much thigh as legally possible, except it was all fucking illegal in Jungkook's eyes, even if she was wearing a thick, heavy, knee-length lavender faux fur coat over most of her body.

His erection was not going away.

Focus on the face. He looked up, away from her body.

She smirked.

It was getting worse.

Please stop teasing me. Jungkook gulped.

"I... I thought you w-were helping hyung..."

Her smile went from mischievous to pretty and that was no better than before.

"I did. Then I asked if I could have some tea before I left. He showed me where everything was, but he was running late for something, so he said I could leave after him."

Ah. Right. The front door was an electronic lock now. It locked automatically when programmed to do so. His brother must have changed that before leaving. Probably texted him that he did so, but Jungkook’s phone was on silent for… reasons. She surveyed him closely as he thought. Wait.

"... Why are you in my r-room?"

Pretty smile transformed to I-could-do-bad-things-to-you smile and his cock was throbbing, pathetically begging for it. Jungkook sat up abruptly, trying to fold his legs inward a bit to mask his fully erect, confused horny dick, highly unsure if he was succeeding as he witnessed the widening smirk on her very kissable lips.

She ticked her head, tucking his laptop under her arm. "I heard some weird noises. I decided to investigate."

Whatever blood that was left in his face – admittedly, with how active his dick was, probably not much – drained downward in complete mortification.

A thought popped into his head.

Oh, shit.

"P... Please... don't tell hyung."

She tipped her head back a little, faintly looking down at him. Her lips parted, tracing her teeth with the tip of wet pink muscle. A pause, increasing the tension and the level of panic shooting through in his veins.

"Tell him what?" she drawled.

He cursed his older brother for ever having the balls to speak to and befriend the literal epitome of his wet dreams. Not that either of them knew that. Jungkook sure as hell didn’t until she started coming over more often these past few months. Slowly, he began to notice his own decline in sanity and upswing in uncontrollable horny hours, which was a big fucking problem considering that, one, it was probably some kind of taboo in trying to date – who was he kidding, straight-up fuck – his brother's friends and, two, he was not about to be a predictable cliché right now.

All of his friends were his age... or older.

He looked up to his older brother... a lot.

Her obvious ease in toying with him as if seduction was not only her job, but second nature... too fucking hot.

Don't become a cliché, Jungkook.

She suddenly plucked the laptop from under her arm.

"Maybe I should double-check to make sure that I saw what I saw."

And then she opened his laptop.

And started typing.

Jungkook had a password, but she was typing with too much confidence and suddenly he was very, very frightened that she somehow knew his password, even though the likelihood of that was practically zero.

"No, don't!"

He threw himself across the bed and she snapped back, closing the laptop quickly and placing it on his dresser behind her, grinning.

He froze in mid-air.

She swept back, leaning down, face-to-face.

Jungkook's eyes widened.

He was shirtless. He got hot when he did certain... activities. Yeah. Activities. Therefore, he always took his shirt off before partaking in certain... activities. His black shirt was on the floor, tossed aside in haste from earlier. His right hand was outstretched; his tattoos visible against tan skin. She was slightly bent over and Jungkook swallowed hard, trying not to glance at her breasts, sneaking a tiny peek, oh God, they look so soft, back to her face, meeting that small smirk.

She placed a single fingertip in the center of his palm.

He tried very hard not to gasp. Instead, he made a strange hiccup. Great.

Her index finger caressed the divot in his palm.

He could smell her perfume. She smelled so good. Sweet, fruity and warm. Another glimpse and he shuddered slightly. Was she not wearing a bra? It was hard to tell because of the lace, but he swore he could see the indent of her nipples under the black satin. They were big.

He wanted them in his mouth.

Back to her eyes, inviting him.

"N... Noona..."

Smirk.

I'm doomed.

"Yeah, Jungkook?"

She said his name like that, smokey and teasing, and that wasn't fair, that had to be illegal, that was not allowed.

Her index finger traveled up, between his own index and middle, stroking that space lightly. His thumb brushed against the side of her hand. Soft skin. Smooth like butter. Gulp. She stared into his eyes, not looking away. Her lashes lowered, casting bladed shadows over her irises. Jungkook felt her other nails graze his palm. Slip between his fingers. Leisurely. One by one, the pads of her fingers rested on his tattooed knuckles. Holy shit.

Now he was holding her hand.

She was holding his hand.

He let out a shaky breath.

"P-Please don't tell hyung..."

She smirked.

"What about the other thing?" she murmured.

He couldn't look away. Right there. She was right there and he was holding her hand – admittedly, not how he thought he would for the first time – but he didn't care. It was real. It was happening. This wasn't a dream.

"Other thing...?" Jungkook echoed, bewildered.

She smiled.

"This."

And then she kissed him.

-

You did not intend on seducing your friend’s younger brother.

Okay.

Mostly didn’t intend.

Couldn’t say it wasn’t tempting, but it wasn’t a goal. More of an interesting concept. The first meeting had been a rather calm, “This is my younger brother, Jungkook.” “Hello.” A small hesitation before bowing. “Nice to meet you, noona.” A quick wave and a smile to the tall, bright-eyed young man with an excessive number of tattoos and piercings, as well as a cute, bitable mole under his lower lip. A wonderful contrast between appearance and demeanor. You appreciated juxtaposition. Still, you had a job to do, so you focused on it, until you noticed Jungkook peeking over corners and quickly dart away when you looked up. An anxious bunny scampering away from the source of its curiosity.

People always thought they were being subtle when they were checking you out.

Jungkook was anything but.

You were honestly surprised his older brother didn’t notice at all, but perhaps that same amount of awareness ran in the family. He would continue talking and you were be listening, spotting Jungkook out of your peripheral vision, perhaps in the kitchen, pretending to do who-knows-what, instead peeking over his shoulder. You used to think it was because he was curious about what you were doing with his brother, but people didn’t turn bright red when they were caught thinking about innocent things.

Hm.

Interesting.

It became a little game.

You would catch him, smirk, Jungkook would run, repeat. Catch him. Smile. He would run. Catch. Cock eyebrow. Run. Find an excuse. Brush up against him. Keep them locked in place for a moment with your leg pressed against his leg or blocking his escape route with your body. Pretend not to notice. Give him split second of eye contact to wonder if it was intentional or not and then step back, letting him escape as he saw fit.

You loved to see him acting all surprised.

He could hole himself up in his room, but for some reason Jungkook always found chances to be staring at you.

You stared at his bedroom door after finishing your tea, thinking.

Yes.

Today we shall see what you’re really thinking, Jeon Jungkook.

You reached into the pocket of your lavender fur coat.

-

His eyes went wide.

Jungkook tasted green tea, the smallest hint of sugar, and something else, something addictive and faint, gasping at the flicker of tongue teasing his lip ring. The action matched the squeeze of his hand by hers, palm to palm, and his gasp morphed, deepening, oh God, he was moaning, stop, don’t embarrass yourself, but he couldn’t, shuddering and shifting his head at angle, deepening the kiss, chasing the tongue with his own. Messily. Gasping as her other hand shot up and gripped his chin, stilling him. He froze slightly. Felt her tongue swirl around his, unhurriedly. Slip between his open lips, forceful gentleness, and Jungkook followed the movement, her tongue backing up, now his tongue sliding in between those plush lips, willingly caught by that seductive mouth, held tightly with sensual slow sucks, burning shivers racing through him that made his eyelids flutter, the feeling crawling up and down his body, his skin tingling all over from a kiss.

Whoa.

She let go of his tongue and peppered kisses on his lips, nipping at them, teasing the sensitive skin with teeth. Her smile against his whimpers, trembling so bad that he was shaking, and she must have known, she was holding his chin and hand after all, kiss after kiss, sweet compared at the first one, but his brain was still the quality of scrambled eggs, unable to keep up with the tight hold she had on him, contrasting with the daintiness of these kisses.

His other hand holding him up left the bed.

Her hand on his chin disappeared.

She grasped his other hand quickly and lifted them both up, tearing a wispy moan from his throat.

“W-What…?”

Jungkook blinked rapidly as she backed up. Breathless and bewildered, he snapped his head up, half-suspended in the air by her hands holding his as high as she could. Teasing smirk. Breasts pushed up from the posture and, holy shit, she must not be wearing a bra. Those peaks in the satin had to be her nipples, large and round, and he wanted them, fuck, he wanted them so bad, gawking at them right in front of his face, his own black hair fallen over his right eye, blocking his vision.

Want.

He wanted them.

He looked up, begging with his eyes.

She let go of his hands.

Jungkook yelped and fell face first into his bed.

Immediately, she leaned over him and Jungkook moaned into the bed, the warmth of her body close, closer, her chest on the back of his head, o-oh, fuck, he could feel her nipples through the lace, still slightly flailing but quickly succumbing, her lips pressing against his shoulder blades, feathering kisses on his skin. Her body sliding up and down. Her nipples rubbing against her slip dress and his head, bless his decision in getting an undercut, her hands on his back, caressing his skin along with each kiss, tracing leisurely patterns with fingertips and fingernails, her soft breasts pressing his face into the sheets, and suddenly Jungkook did not care about breathing. Who gave a shit about breathing? His eyes rolled back into his head, hazy and lightheaded, his body jerking and flinching under her touch, his cock jammed against his thighs and lower belly, throbbing uncomfortably, and his hips rocked, desperately trying to add friction, on the edge, maybe he needed to breathe after all, it was a-almost t-too much…!

She lifted her body off him.

Jungkook shot up, gasping, skin tingling all over, eyes wide.

This was crazy.

She shrugged out of one shoulder of her large fur coat, poised right in front of him.

Stilling.

Simply the perfect picture.

He found himself whispering her name. Indecent and distressed.

Oh shit.

He forgot the honorific.

She smirked.

Shrugged out of the other shoulder.

“Noo…. na…?”

Suddenly, Jungkook forgot what Korean was.

The heavy faux fur slid off her upper arms, down her elbows, off her forearms. It slid against her frame, caught at her wrists and against the curve of her juicy ass. She flicked her wrists and his exhale caught in his throat as the coat hit his bedroom floor with a fwump, the hem of her dress whipping against her shapely thighs.

He stared at her, stunned.

She placed her hands on the edge of his bed, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. Her expression. Sly and kind and Jungkook had no idea how she could do that, but he was, as he suspected earlier, absolutely fucking doomed.

Oh my God.

Her perfect lips formed one word or, more accurately, a sound.

“Meow,” she purred.

His cheeks burned.

“D-Don’t…” he managed to squeak out. “I s-swear… I didn’t know what I was looking at…”

She moved her hand. Closer to him.

“Do you want to go back to what you were doing?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Did I interrupt something important?”

“No!” Oops, too fast. He swallowed hard, shaking his head tightly. “N-No…”

Her other hand moved. In front of the first, closer to him.

Jungkook stared into her eyes, disbelieving at what he was seeing, but you miss all the shots you don’t take. Or something like that.

“Want.”

What was he even saying?

“Want you to do things to me.”

She smirked, tilting her head, closing the distance between them centimeter by centimeter. “Like what?”

He didn’t know, but by the look on her face, he had a whole lot to choose from and probably not enough lifetime to enjoy it all, but he was going to use every fiber of his being to try. Or die trying. She was drawling on his bed, perky tits, elegant arms, thick thighs, delicious curve of ass, and Jungkook knew he had wet dreams about this moment, but truly his imagination was fucking shit compared to real life.

“What… What makes you feel good?” he breathed, heartbeat racing. “I want to do whatever makes you feel good.”

She stopped advancing.

A moment of hesitation, and he thought he said something wrong, did something wrong, was it his words or his face, or–

She exhaled, slow and slightly shaky.

“Don’t say it like that, Jungkook.”

Pulse roaring in his ears, swallowing hard.

“That’s dangerous,” she mumbled, and her eyes were on him, piercing and stern, and he was beginning to understand, little by little. “Sounding so sexy like that.”

He backed up, placing his hands down on the bed behind him, exposing his chest and letting his legs fall open. Somewhat embarrassing. But he was watching, watching her eyes darken as she scanned down his body, her gaze was like fire to dried wood and, if he was being honest, Jungkook hadn’t gotten laid in a while, come to think of it, couldn’t even remember the last good one, so maybe there was a bit of personal desperation invested into this moment, not that he was going to verbally admit it or anything.

He tucked his chin down, put uncertainty in his eyes.

“Tell me what to do. I can be good for you.”

What?

He heard it in porn.

Desperately connected with those words on a personal level.

Oh, but it was working though, because those eyes were coming closer, and that smirk was looking ready to be all over him. Held his breath. Now she was between his legs, one hand in front of the other, fitting in that narrow space. Thump. His heartbeat was so loud that he swore she could hear it. Thump. She placed her hand onto his calf and he gasped, flinching in surprise at the touch, feeling her fingers press onto his sweatpants, squeezing his tense muscle through the fabric. Heard and saw the breathy moan through her open, smiling lips.

“Fuck…”

At first, he thought he was the one who said it. It took him a moment to realize it wasn’t him. It was her, placing the other hand on his other leg, onto his covered knee, drawing a small yelp from him, jeez, what was wrong with him, why was he acting like he had never been touched in the history of life? Get a grip Jungkook, he scolded himself.

“So bad…”

Great, she thinks I’m a fucking idiot. Jungkook tried to suppress his moan as her hand lifted from his calf and onto his thigh, gripping it tight and rather fiercely, sending an electrified shiver throbbing through his crotch, and suddenly she was in his face. His eyes widened, and hers were glazed with lust, and suddenly he realized her breathing was shallow too, just as rough as his, erratic and erotic.

“I love it when you act all surprised,” she chuckled, and she sounded like she was admitting something naughty. “It turns me on.”

Jungkook’s ability to process words was rather low at the moment due to the lack of blood in his brain.

“W… What?”

Her head tilted and his natural instinct was to lean forward, wanting it, craving it, sorry, the personal desperation was kicking in and it ended up being a bit messy, colliding kiss and a whimper leaking from his throat, angling his head back so she was above him and pressing down, her tongue forcing between his lips, oh, yes, exactly what he wanted, his eyelids fluttering and chest shivering from the intensity of her kiss, lips to lips, sucking on her tongue, her grip on his legs stronger, tighter, sliding up, yes, yes, yes, kneading his thighs through his pants, the balance of frustration and deliberation making him feel like a lunatic, wanting it so bad that his hips bucked forward, frustrated that the only friction in his pants was his erection rubbing against the leaking wet spot in his own underwear.

Her fingers hooked onto his waistband.

He gasped into her mouth, lifting his hips from the bed.

She tugged down, and he reached up with one hand, balancing precariously with the other, helping her along in the midst of their kiss, whining as his cock was freed from his confines, please, trying to pull his head back and being chased, captured into another controlling kiss, addicted to it himself and he didn’t want to stop the feeling of her lips on his, but he wanted to plead, please, touch me there, and then his eyes rolled back into his head.

Her fingers curled around his balls, massaging them and the base of his aching cock.

“Jungkook…”

He never thought feeling the sigh of his own name into his throat would turn him on, but today was a day of firsts and finding out things.

He fell to his elbows, his head tipping back, moaning. Her hands all over him and he forced his chin down to watch her fingers curl around his length, his balls, his crotch, her nails creating fanned pink lines around his crotch, a bit of pain but it wasn’t as bad as how violently horny he had been every single time she had previously been in his presence, so at this point he didn’t really care, jerking his head up, shuddering breath.

Staring into her half-lidded eyes burning with desire.

“P… Please…” he whimpered.

Nearly borderline pathetic but, not really, since this was, indeed, the vibe.

“That voice of yours,” she breathed. “For you, anything.”

To tell the truth, Jungkook had zero idea what he was doing exactly. He was not, however, complaining, because it was impossible to complain as she leaned down and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

“O-Oh, shit!”

The firm hold onto the length and his balls contrasted with the light softness of her mouth, just so, so soft, he wasn’t even sure that anyone else could comprehend exactly how soft nor could he describe it very well right now in the middle of feeling it, feeling cocooned in warmth that was soothingly wet and dripping onto the sensitive skin and igniting it with pleasure, agile tongue tip lapping against the slit and the underside of the head, generating ecstasy that bubbled deep into his core, coaxing his arousal into a maddening boil, the fingers now covered in slippery saliva and adding to the dainty suck by stroking him all over, slippery delightful friction that left him in breathless gasps, brain fuzzy, nerves burning with bliss.

Wow.

He stared down at her face and hands, black strands covering part of his vision, his mouth open, hardly able to catch his breath.

“You look so… so sexy…”

Couldn’t speak very well either. Hopefully she didn’t care about eloquence.

She opened her lips and let him watch her pink tongue curve and circle the glossy wet, dark red head of his cock. His hips immediately jerked and shivered, the image so arousing that he whined, the whine morphing into a moan as she pumped him once, nice and slow, twice, a little faster, jacking him off with tiny kitten licks on the head when she descended, then that tight wet grip rubbing that sensitive skin, a-ah, felt so fucking good that he struggled to see straight, only now realizing his pants were still around his knees, too turned on to be bothered by it, fucking her hands on his bed that less than thirty minutes ago he agonized being alone in.

Thus, resorting to the internet to jack off.

And now Jungkook was here.

“I’m going t-to…. fuck!”

Her hands released him and she replaced it with her mouth, all the way down, his head falling back in slow motion, feeling it up his core, up his stomach, through his chest and neck and into his head, endless euphoria, up and down, lips and tongue and throat, wet and soft and tight, fast pace with that special tongue curl around the head with every ascent, yes, oh, God, yes, forcing his head back down to watch his stiff, thick length disappear between plush lips and her eyes focused on his face, him, her eyes just for him, and Jungkook was losing it, he really was, he was crazy and drunk on pleasure, a lunatic, her name slipping from his mouth in a low, pleading moan.

“Gonna c-cum for yo–”

Couldn’t fucking finish, the orgasm crashing into him so hard that he was reduced to a wordless groan, his shoulders jerking and hips bucking forward, shooting into her tight throat in twitching bursts, nerves on fire and spreading all over from his thighs to back to limbs to hazy head, his arms trembling as the sensation raced up and down, spreading over him, wave after wave matching the light, soothing licks smearing his own cum in a thick film and then the tongue swirling around to collect it all, hearing and feeling the swallow, the fitted suction and lewd noise sensual in its own way, then back to the gentle lapping, sinking down again, s-so good, tongue all over, and he never wanted to leave, never, so warm, so wet, such a perfect, flexible, strong tongue that caressed him from head to base to even the top of his balls, tucking into the dip and teasing him.

Experience was blowing his dick and his mind right now.

Slow, with ease, sliding off, feathering kisses all over, his balls, the length, especially the head, fuck, her lips were so soft, so lush, the perfect kiss.

Kisses on his hip.

His abs.

His stomach.

Looking down.

Kisses up his chest, making him jump with every one, they were just so good, he wasn’t sure if anyone could ever understand how good her kiss was, the press of soft lips to his skin, he was obsessed, maybe even a little crazy, who was he kidding, he was definitely crazy, tipping his head back so he could feel that line of kisses go up his neck, his jaw, the flicker of tongue igniting shivers, up his chin, one last kiss on that mole right under the center of his lower lip, and then her kiss became their kiss, his lips inviting hers to take him, his taste on her tongue, her body sliding on top of his, and Jungkook couldn’t help it, he lifted his right arm and wrapped it around her waist, possessive like a lover, pressing her down on him, his, their kiss, letting her feel his uncontrollable want, wordlessly telling her, hers, take it, take me, I’m yours.

“N… Noona…?”

“Hm?”

Between kisses and bodies, words slipping in between.

“I thought… I locked the door…” he mumbled, frowning slightly, perhaps recalling a mistaken memory of jiggling the knob to double check that he did, in fact, lock his bedroom door before heading to masturbation station.

Something like that.

She chuckled. “You did.”

Jungkook furrowed his brows, confused, blinking hard to refocus his eyes and mind. Did he hear that correctly?

“I picked the lock.”

Of course, she did.

What?

He was trying to focus but her tits were squashed to his pecs. He could feel her hard nipples through lace and satin. Understandably, he was struggling. A lot. In the grand scheme of things, Jungkook did not give a single shit that she invaded his privacy. In fact, he had been praying for his personal space to be invaded for months now, maybe even since the first night that he had seen her face, ever since hello and nice to meet you, noona.

Maybe, just maybe, he did jack off that very night imagining that face sucking his dick.

Oop.

“W… What?”

-

A little jiggle and you popped the lock open with a faint click.

You pulled the two paperclips out. Turned the knob very, very slowly. You could hear something. Very low audio. Wet sounds. Moaning. Saw a broad, lightly tanned, very sexy back. Naked. Wow. You had guessed Jungkook had incredible shoulders under those thin long-sleeves and he did not disappoint. From this angle, you could see his right arm against his side. Black tattoos, which you knew of, all the way up to his shoulder, which you now knew of.

There was faint movement of his forearm.

He was facing his laptop screen. You couldn’t see exactly what was on the screen yet.

It was still pretty obvious what was happening.

You were about to close the door, but then a weird thing happened.

Your name.

Jeon Jungkook was saying your name in his deep, silvery voice. Quietly. Breathily. Very sexily.

Rather needily too.

Don’t do it.

The voice of reason.

Now you know. Okay. That’s enough. Don’t do it.

Jungkook murmured your name again. No honorifics. Only your name, like you were already his.

Don’t open his door any wider.

Carefully, you pushed his bedroom door open and slipped inside.

The voice of reason rarely won in these situations.

-

Few things were as exciting to Jungkook as him watching her sitting in his lap, her soft thighs pressed around his hard ones, crossing her arms and lifting her black slip dress up and over her head. Lace and satin giving way to exposed skin, revealing moles over her bellybutton that he immediately reached up and placed his fingers over, marveling at her naked body that was now under the pads of his fingertips.

Her breasts were right in front of his face.

His jaw dropped.

Feeling was much different from seeing.

“Your… Your nipples…”

Large, round, delicious-looking nubs that he wanted in his mouth so bad, right now.

He wanted to ask can I but, luckily, he didn’t have to because she grabbed his head and pulled him to her chest. He opened his mouth and got exactly what he wanted. Wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and, oooh, wow, so soft but firm from lust, the faint taste on his tongue indiscernible and yet delicious. Simply her taste, just her, sweet but warm, flicking his tongue against her nipple and hearing her satisfied purr, her shallow breath, her gasp as he teased the tip with his tongue, pushing it around between the gentle sucking.

She gripped his right hand.

He tried to reach up, thinking she wanted her other nipple touched as well.

She pushed his hand down and wrapped it around his semi-hard cock.

Oh.

Oh!

Her head turned and she whispered into his ear, smokey and teasing.

“Jack yourself off.”

Jungkook whined in his throat and did as he was told.

Stroked his own cock and sucked on her nipple, knowing he was being watched. Her fingers tangling in his long hair, collecting it back to expose his face. Rolling her breasts into his face, fucking his mouth with her nipple as he sucked on it, and he couldn’t help it, moaning in his chest, pumping himself harder, faster. An unexpected turn of events of her tugging on his head to tug on her own nipple as he continued to get himself off right next to her thighs, so close to her pussy and yet denied, oh no, was there something wrong with him in thinking that the denial was fucking hot?

“Fuck, Jungkook, you look so sexy.”

Guess that made the two of them.

She yanked at his hair and he gasped, the faint sting of pain and she shoved her other nipple into his mouth, body rolls into his lips, humping his face, the awkward position preventing him from orgasming too fast and that was fine with him because he longer he could appreciate these tits with his mouth, the better, fuck, and the noises she made, sweet moans saturated in ecstasy and lust.

For him.

Jungkook was a bit worried that he was going to get addicted to this high of her wanting him.

“Want your cock, fuck, want you to fuck me with it, please, Jungkook.”

It was a request, hurried and forceful, borderline command, and he wanted it. It was, after all, his one goal for the past few months, he just had no idea how he was going to get there… for the past few months. All it took was some really weird porn and her picking the lock.

No, it did not make sense, but it was working out for him anyway.

She tumbled onto his bed, her hair spilling out over his pillows, ugh, the sexiest woman in the world, he was sure of it, snatching the condom from his nightstand that he had taken out earlier, ripping it open to aid him, and there was a moment, surprise dawning onto him, him glancing up as he rolled the condom down, realizing that he was doing this, for real.

He wasn’t just fantasizing.

It was actually happening.

She smiled, sly and kind.

“You’re so cute. I love it.”

His cheeks and ears singed with heat. “A-Ah…?”

“Makes me want you more and more,” she sighed softly, and he was on cloud nine from her smile and her words. Then she lifted her legs and gripped her thighs, spreading the wet lips of her pussy, and Jungkook’s brain flipped from romantic mode to blind horny mode.

The two were probably two sides of the same coin, to be fair.

He adjusted his knees, lightly holding his length, and slid into the tight, wet warmth.

Oh.

Holy shit.

Jungkook gasped at the sensation, easy because she was so wet, and difficult because he was trying not to explode right away from just how soft, hot, and constricting it was, squeezing him tightly all around in controlled, multiple pulsations, pleasure fanning up his back and climbing up his spine, his thighs tensing as he bottomed out, falling to his hands against her shoulders, her thighs pressed between her torso and his.

“O… Oh my God…” he wheezed out.

She smirked. “You like that?”

She tightened and relaxed around him, over and over, a little faster, and then slower and stronger, affirming that he was totally screwed worse than before not that he knew, now that he could feel her precise muscle control, rocking her hips up to thrust his length into her, powerful enough that his balls smacked against her.

She was fucking him from below.

While he was on top of her.

In (modified) missionary position.

This time, however, instead of succumbing to her mind-blowing lust, Jungkook steeled himself and righted his arms, lifting himself a bit higher, biting his lower lip hard, and thrusting down to meet her hips. Hard. Deep. Instant gratification, pleasure for both in the shared gasp.

She grinned. “That’s it, harder, come on, fuck me.”

He did not hesitate.

Harder so he did it harder, his moan cut off because it just felt so fucking good, massaging him his entire length and taking him as deep as possible so he could feel it all over, her juices leaking onto his crotch and coating his balls. Building the pace together, rhythmic, visceral slaps, lewd and obscene, staring into her eyes, sensual cries exchanged, her hands reaching up and grabbing his hips, her nails digging in and sparking flares of pleasure with pinpricks of pain, using that leverage to thrust up as he slammed down, wanting him as much as he wanted her, nothing better than this, absolutely nothing, mesmerized by lashes shadowing irises and her wonderful lips forming his name, her voice luring him, coaxing him with tongue and pussy, cum for me, wanna see your face, and it was true, he was drunk, he was high, he was going a bit crazy, it just felt so fucking amazing, deep and rough and wild, fucking each other, her juicy thighs against his muscular chest, her hands holding him to her, determined to not let him go.

Already there.

Breathless gasp.

“J-Jungkook!”

She clenched her jaw and pushed her head back into his pillows, arched back, tight moan scaping from her throat.

“Gonna cum, fuck!”

Vicious, clenching pulses all over, making his eyes widen and feral pleasure shoot through him, hearing the lewd squelch, smelling the thick sweetness, feeling the slick juices dripping down his thighs, and it was too much, his own orgasm crashing down onto him, one last smack and he threw his head back, screaming behind closed lips, slightly frustrated he couldn’t last a bit longer, but he was gone, gone, his cock jerking and spilling into the condom, thundering shivers from every pulse of her walls wrapped around him. Her hands were still on his hips, pushing him in as deep as possible, making sure he felt every single centimeter, every single ripple and shudder of their joined bodies.

This all started because he had tumbled on a petplay porn video of a lady dressed in a latex catsuit and new Jungkook was balls deep in his older brother’s hot-as-hell female friend.

Huh.

-

“Uh…”

“Hm?”

“Can I ask… what were you doing for my brother?”

She laughed. “Really? You couldn’t guess?”

Jungkook scrunched up his face. Now that he thought about it, he never actually looked or paid attention to what they were doing. He was mostly trying to undress her with his eyeballs.

“Er… no?”

She shook her head, teasing him by playing with his hair, curling it around her finger. It sent shivers down his spine. It made his cock twitch. That was probably not appropriate, but it was happening anyway.

“I made him a custom ring box.”

Jungkook blinked. “Huh?”

“For an engagement ring, silly,” she chided, poking his temple. “He is thinking about proposing to his girlfriend at some point and wanted a special ring box for the lucky lady. He knows I’m crafty, so I made it for him.”

“Wow…” He blinked slowly, intrigued. “Did he pay you?”

She chuckled. “Nah. That’s why it took a while to make. That’s why I came by so often, to show him the process and the prototypes. I really wanted it to be something both beautiful and sturdy so she could keep it forever.” Then she paused, leaning down. “Hm…”

Pressed her lips against his cheek.

Jungkook felt his dick jerk a hello again.

Held his breath and yet the whimper escaped his throat.

“Do you think he’ll mind if I still come over? He has a really cute younger brother,” she drawled, sensual and playful, brushing her lips against his skin, light kisses igniting fire and lust.

Don’t become a cliché, Jungkook.

Ah, the voice of reason.

“I could go to your place instead,” he blurted. “If… If you want. I do. Want. I want to be with you.”

The voice of reason often lost in these situations.

The voice of eloquence did not exist in these situations.

He could guess how she was going to respond. She was clearly about to tease him. He wanted it. He did, even the embarrassment. Maybe there was some kind of complex there. He would discuss it in therapy. The therapy being sex with that smirk.

She smiled, sly and kind, and he still had no idea how she did that, but man was it fuckin’ hot.

“Oh yeah?” she purred. “You wanna go to my apartment and watch porn together?”

“N-Noona!”

--

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Chapter 3 word count: 1350

Jeongin was surprised when he opened the classroom door of his last class of the day to find he was the first one there. Usually he was one of the last.

Beomgyu joined him shortly from his previous class, and the two of them talked about nothing for a few minutes. This teacher and that teacher, this assignment and that assignment, nothing big. A few more people started to walk in and the gaggle of underclassmen started to form.

Out of the blue, Beomgyu asked, “Do you have a crush on anybody in this class?”

Taken aback, Jeongin just stared up at him and chuckled. “Uh.. no?”

“Oh my goshhhh~” Beomgyu responded. Karina looked up from her phone for a second before going back to her scrolling. “You do, don’t you?”

“Why?” Jeongin shot up at him in a mockingly aggressive tone. “You trying to hide something?”

“I’m just curious,” He fired back immediately in an annoying squeaky voice. He even tucked his almost shoulder-length hair behind his ear for good measure. “Gotta know what the rumors are these days, yanno?”

“You’re so annoying.” Jeongin pushed Beomgyu lightly and he dramatically fell off the desk he was sitting on. He poked Jeongin’s neck in response, earning a squawk that had all five of the other students in the room turn their heads for a second. The poor boy went pink.

“You’re really really annoying, you know that?” Embarrassed but not actually upset, Jeongin scrunched his neck up to prevent any more attacks, smiling unconsciously.

“Who is it? I won’t tell.” At the same time that his voice went more serious, Beomgyu whispered into Jeongin’s ear, letting more involuntary giggles come out of the blushy boy’s mouth. He pushed his face away immediately before turning more red and crossing his arms in front of him.

From the front door, the noise of fangirling underclassmen meant that Hyunjin had arrived and class would start soon.

“Saved by the bell.” Beomgyu said as he sat in his own seat, sticking his tongue out at the still recovering Jeongin.

“You wanna come over tonight?” Daehwi greeted Felix and Jisung with Chan after classes had ended. “My parents are away right now. I live just down the road, so if you wanna stay the night that’s also fine.”

All three of them agreed to sleep over, each letting their parents know before continuing. Daehwi was pretty well known in their small town since he was a newcomer as a high school freshman: not a common occurrence in a town with maybe 100 people. At first, rumors about his sexuality and personality circulated, but he worked hard to fiercely defend himself and has now become everyone’s friend.

Well, almost. Some people are more anti-social than others. Doesn’t necessarily mean they don’t like him, though.

“What classes are you in again, Felix?”

“Chemistry, Precalculus, World History, and… right. Literature.”

“That’s an odd list.” All of those classes were usually done in different grade levels.

“Well, that’s what I got. But fortunately there’s not a lot of homework yet. I can just hang out with all of you tonight!” He smiled at the ground, too shy to look them in the face. All of them found it incredibly endearing.

“You know Felix, you’re damn cute for a popular kid.” Daehwi said out loud what everyone had been thinking. “I wish this school had more kids like you.”

At this, Felix’s eyes were glued to the ground and a light blush dusted his cheeks. He nodded and mumbled a smashed together version of “thanks” and “no, don’t say that.”

“Ehm, well anyways,” Chan said after a few seconds of adoring Felix with them. “Jisung, what do you usually do?”

“I’ve been singing for a while now,” Jisung started off genuinely, but soon broke into an over-the-top character. “I’m something of an idol, I know. The looks are all natural-”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Daehwi cut off, physically putting his hand over Jisung’s mouth. “What about you Chan?”

“I write songs,” Chan tried not to laugh as Jisung recovered, spitting dramatically. He played with his hands as he spoke, shy about it despite loving his hobby a lot. “It’s not much, and I never get around to finishing anything, but it’s a fun thing to do to pass the time.”

“You ever talk to that kid Changbin?” Chan nodded.

“I produced a couple of his tracks. He’s good enough by himself, but he somehow found out about my music and said he wanted to work on a few tracks that he couldn’t get right, so I worked with him.” Chan smiled awkwardly. “He’s a sharp guy. He doesn’t mess around.”

“He looks pretty intimidating, and his tracks are intense.” Jisung agreed. “He thinks I’m a total twink.” The three of them just stared at him blankly, not sure what to make of the information. He hastily tacked on, “Not in, like, a derogatory way or anything. More in a way that lets me know I’m out of his league.”

“He kind of sounds like an asshole,” Felix said carefully. “But I know how it feels to be seen like that, so you can’t be sure if he’s actually like that or not.”

“Ah, this one’s mine.” Daehwi pulled out his massive set of keys with a black “1” and red “6” keychain on it. The 1 had very particular lines drawn on it in white, and the 6 was very blocky. Surrounding the keychains was maybe a dozen keys, each a different shape. “Welcome to my place!”

The house was small but spacious. Everyone took off their shoes and put their things down near the dining table. After Daehwi prepared a few snacks, the four of them started talking more.

The day soon turned to night, but they felt so much more comfortable with each other in that short amount of time. They all made kimbap together, each person contributing by preparing different things. Maybe it was because of the effort rather than the result, but they were some of the best rolls they had ever had.

Before long, they were all washed up and ready for bed. Felix and Jisung were blabbering to each other about nothing in particular in the room where all of them were going to sleep. Chan and Daehwi were still in the bathroom getting washed up.

“Long day, eh?” The senior fluffed Chan’s blond curls. “You look completely beat.”

Chan grunted in response, the toothbrush still in his mouth. The buzzing of the electric toothbrush and the scrubbing of the manual one combined uninterrupted for a bit before Daehwi spit the toothpaste out and spoke.

“Do you have a crush on Felix?”

Chan started coughing and spit out his toothpaste too.

“Ehm,” Chan refused to look anywhere near Daehwi, feeling his ears go red. “I don’t know.”

“You sure do admire him a lot. Don’t think we haven’t noticed.” His bright smile of adoration for Chan’s shyness only made the blond sink deeper into embarrassment.

“I really don’t know,” Chan said seriously. “I don’t want to say I fancy him or whatever, cuz I really don’t know.”

“He is one adorable boy,” Daehwi agreed in a roundabout way. “He can charm anyone just like that. No wonder he has two million people watching him lipsync on TikTok.”

“He does more than that,” Chan said without thinking. “I- I mean…”

While Chan was distracted in his flusteredness, Daehwi had been sneaking behind him. In one swift motion, he shot his cold hands up Chan’s loose shirt and started digging into his sides.

The younger immediately cracked, twisting and turning and cackling. His laugh was different than Daehwi had expected, higher pitched and more of a “aHAha” than a regular “hahaha”. It was adorable seeing him squirm around, his face scrunching up, his entire face turning pink. He had never seen Chan let loose as much as in that one moment.

When the older student finally let up, Chan was out of breath. He fell to the floor and sat with his legs out, fully defeated.

“Wha… whahat was… that fohor?” He was still giggling but incredibly exhausted.

“You’re too far in that head of yours,” Daehwi pinched Chan’s cheek and shook it lightly. “You don’t need to explain yourself to me. I was just teasing you. Do whatever the hell you want. Words can only explain so much, and sometimes they’re really not necessary.”

He helped the poor boy up but pulled him close and whispered, “But I do wonder why you didn’t say to stop.”

He ran away to the other room where Felix and Jisung were already sleeping, giggling to himself, leaving a mortified Chan in the bathroom trying to process what had just happened.

[karmasuna]

— 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿

+ bakugo katsuki. fluff, w/c: 1k  

synopsis: for some reason bakugo keeps on growing out his hair. surely it doesn’t have anything to do with your type with guys, right?

“your hair’s getting pretty long, isn’t it?” you say, passing the hair tie to bakugo.

bakugo scoffs, snatching the elastic from you and tying his hair back before returning his attention back to his phone. “whatever. i’ll cut it when i feel like it.” 

“bet he’s trying to get with the trends,” uraraka comments, squashed between you and the couch armrest, “i mean, don’t most of the biggest celebrities have long-ish hair these days?” 

you hum in realization, mind flitting to your favorite idols. “oh, you’re right. most of the ones i like have long hair. i didn’t even notice.”

the brunette’s eyes go wide at your epiphany, waggling her eyebrows curiously.

“is your type perhaps long haired guys, my dear friend?”

you shrug, pensive. “i’ve ever really thought about it,” you confess. “i don’t exactly have a type, i think, but if you put it that way then i guess that might be true.”

uraraka whoops, nearly whacking you in the face with her arm. “one step closer to getting you a boyfriend!” 

frantically you try to shush her before any of your classmates get to hear even more unwanted information about your nonexistent love life. 

“it’s not like long hair is a must,” you hiss quietly, sneaking a glance at the blonde on the other side of the room. he seems oblivious to your ongoing conversation, much to your relief.  

“ohhh,” the girl mumbles quietly when you turn back to look at her. “i get it now. did you get your awakening because he’s growing his hair out-” 

“stop talking, please stop talking,” you plead, embarrassment flooding through you as you grab a cushion and chuck it at her. she lets out a grunt in pain as it hits her square in the face with pinpoint accuracy.

˚✧₊⁎

bakugo shifts in his seat uncomfortably, glad you’re too caught up in the moment to notice the flush in his cheeks and the fact that he’d caught every word in your conversation. 

˚✧₊⁎

“bakugo, are you growing your hair out?” you ask a week later while you’re preparing dinner, after he shakes his hair out of his eyes for the nth time in the last ten minutes. 

“not really.” 

I\it doesn’t look comfortable to have hair constantly falling into his eyes as he chops the vegetables. your spaghetti won’t burn itself if you leave it to boil on itself for a few minutes, you decide, putting down your spatula and quickly rinsing your hands before making your way over to the blonde.

“bend down a little,” you tell him, beckoning him closer. it’s obvious he has questions about your intent, but with the sauce sizzling away at the stove he really has no choice but to let you quickly do your thing and return back to cooking. 

reaching up, you gather up his bangs and tie it up, careful not to pull too hard and hurt him. he smells nice, you think to yourself, clean from his post-workout shower and filling your head with the scent. 

satisfied with your work, you let go of his hair with a playful flick at the small tail. “all done,” you say proudly, stepping back to let him stand back up. “that feel better?”

bakugo furrows his brows, seemingly unused to having his forehead out in the open. all you get is a small grunt in response before he turns back to the stove.

“you should cut your hair if it’s getting annoying, you know,” you say teasingly, “unless you’re growing it out to impress someone or something. don’t seem like something you’d do though.” 

while you’re busy draining the water from the noodles you don’t notice the way the blonde’s eyes widen ever so slightly at your words. he’s quiet for another moment, mind scrambling to come up with something that won’t make him sound like a straight up creep to you. 

“you think i should cut it off then?” he asks after a while, moving the pan from the heat and coming over to help with dishing the pasta.

“if it’s uncomfortable, yeah,” you muse nonchalantly, “since you look good either way.” 

it takes a few seconds for you to realize what you just said but apparently the boy isn’t as oblivious as you are, giving you a weird side glance.

“i swear i wasn’t trying to hit on you! that’s not what i meant!” you yell frantically after realizing the implications of your words. bakugo doesn’t seem to be convinced, and all you get is an amused snort.

“oh really? that’s a shame,” he shoots back, arm bumping against yours gently as you pass the plate to him. 

“i can’t tell if you’re being serious.” it’s pretty unusual for the blonde to joke around but even more strange for him to be honest about his feelings for once. 

“if you want it to be,” he says quietly, eyeing you carefully for your reaction. 

you can’t stop the silly grin that creeps its way onto your face, giddy at the fact that he’s being so uncharacteristically cute only in front of you. 

“i’m gonna have to think about that,” you say in all mock seriousness. “can’t go making important decisions on an empty stomach.” 

the way you lean into his side in affirmation tells a different story, and he tenses up for a split second before shifting to face you a little more.

“you’re not getting food until i get an answer,” he retorts, hint of a smile evident in his tone. “can’t have you go hungry, yeah?”

“you have a point there. guess i’ll have to say yes then.”

˚✧₊⁎

“how’d you even know i liked long hair on guys?” 

you’re running your fingers through your boyfriend’s freshly cut hair, marveling at how different the length feels. 

“you’re obsessed with those emo mullet boys from that goth group. anyone could figure it out,” he says, unmoving from his position lying on your legs.

“i see,” you say slowly.

“also, round face isn’t exactly the quietest of people.”

“dammit.” 

bakugo laughs at your quiet huff, pressing into your touch as you scratch at his scalp gently. 

“i still think you’re real cute though. you’d be cute even if you were bald.” 

“yeah? wanna test that out?”

“nooo. your hair smells too nice,” you whine, too comfortable to feel embarrassed admitting it. he snorts loudly, pressing a kiss to your palm. 

“whatever you say, angel.”

[hwangsies]

LIMERENCE

(n) the state of becoming infatuated with another person

pairing: hyunjin x female reader

summary: you haven’t spoken a word to hyunjin since he ghosted you after a fun new years eve together, so what’s the worst that could happen when fate (or chaeryong,...well, same thing) pairs you up for a road trip across the country?

warnings: e2l (ish), university student!au, non idol!au ,a lot of swearing. alcohol consumption,long flashback, mentions of infidelity, hyunjin is a giggly sweetheart, smut as in: dom!hyunjin, unprotected sex (wrap it up luvs),fingering, oral (f recieving), slight choking, praise kink, hand & strenght kink (manhandleing oopsie), slight overstimulation, hyunjin is really enthusiastic about consent (as you should be, periodt), reader is nervous and scared of hyunjins big pickle (ew i hate myself), motel sex (but it’s not trashy i promise!)

8.6 k words ,meaning grab a snack and a drink,

and enjoy!<3

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"alright everyone" your professor rubs his hands together "that was it for today... i hope you all have a great break and i'm very exited to see all of you again next semester. hopefully in person again" he chuckles.

You and your classmates exchange goodbyes with him before one after the other exits the zoom call.

"fuck" you sigh after closing your laptop and lean back on your bed.

"you did it girl" your dormmate chaeryong claps, at which you giggle before shifting your eyes to her on the other side of the room.

She's sitting on her bed, folding her clothes before putting it in her suitcase thats placed in front of her.

"finally" you sit up and watch her roll up a pair of socks.

"my last class was yesterday and mrs kim teared up" she giggles "it was kinda cute not gonna lie"

"oh god" you snicker.

"hey did you find someone to take to yongin?" you ask, remebering chearyong talking about wanting to find someone to share gas expenses with in exchange for a ride to her hometown.

"oh yea, i did" she turn to you "i think you know him, seo changbin?"

You furrow your brows in thought, you feel like you've heard of the name.

"he's a music major, one year above us, hes also from yongin" she continues folding a pair of jeans "funny you'd ask actually cause he told me one of his friends was looking for a ride to seoul, isn't that where you're going?"

"Yea i was thinking about finding someone honestly because gas is really fucking expensive if you aint rich" you say, placing your laptop onto your nightstand.

"Mm you aint gotta tell me girl" chaeryong mumbles, folding a sweatshirt.

"so who's that friend?" you ask, stretching out on your bed.

"he's in his grade, hyunjin"

Your neck almost cracks from how fats you whip your head “hwang hyunjin?”

"Oh yea" she points at you "you know him?"

"unfortunately" you huff.

"o-oh, what"s the tea?" your roommate wiggles her brows at which you shake your head.

"nothing much really" you sigh, leaning back again "he's just like the most arrogant and stuck up fuckboy ever"

"wow, well thats not nothing" chaeryong laughs "any reason as to why you think that?"

"you could probably ask any girl on campus and she'll tell you the same" you scoff.

"really girl?" chaeryong squints an eye at you playfully "cause i've only heard of him being hot but never of him being a hoe. And you know i'm the first to know the hot gossip" she winks.

Laughing defeatedly, running your hand through your hair.

"it's just- we hit it off at the campus' new years eve party, like really hit it off- at least thats what i thought"

"oooh spill it spill it" chaeryong leaps over to your bed to sit at the end of it.

"well there's really not much to spill, i gave him my number and he was talking all that smack about taking me out and stuff aaand to make a long story short i never heard from him again"

"well" chaeryong speaks slowly, biting her lip guiltily "i dont think you'll be very happy about me giving changbin your number for him, then?"

"you did what???" your eyes almost pop out of your head.

"sooorryy" she jumps up from your bed, clutching her hands apologetically "i didnt know"

"aaaaarghh" you whine, burying your face in your pillow.

"maybe he won't even text you though" chaeryong tries to console you, but the damage is already done...

-

unknown number - hey i got this number from changbin, i heard you're driving up to seoul, i'd love to tag along if you're looking for someone to share expenses with -recieved at 9:12 am

You huff looking at the message on your phone.

After chaeryong had left last night you really convinced yourself that he couldn't possibly dare to reach out to you.

But here you are reading his message after just waking up, and your day is already ruined.

you - who is this? - sent at 9:56 am

You know who it is, but you're not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking that you do.

Scoffing when he answers almost immediately.

unknown number - this is hyunjin, did i reach the right person? - recieved at 9:57 am

You have two choices at this point.

1. be petty and bitter about a boy who probably doesn't even remember you.

Or 2. move on and help someone who is also just trying to get home and also maybe get some closure.

So you curse your mother for rasing you so well and suck it up.

you - yea sure, i planned on leaving tomorrow at around 6 pm - sent at 10:02 am

Damn you and your common human decency.

he sus - oh okay great :) i only have one suitcase and a backpack btw so i wont take up alot of space or anything - recieved at 10:05 am

he sus - also i feel weird bc i dont know ur name or anything changbin literally just sent me the number and nothing else lol, also 6 sounds good should we meet at the main building then? -sent at 10:06 am

You're quite honestly not shocked that he seems nice over text because he was the same when you met on new years eve.

you - sure lets meet at the main building, my car is white and my name is y/n - sent at 10:09 am

Cringing as you press the send button because you are 99% certain he won't answer anymore; not that you'd care, obviously.

he sus - alright y/n see you tomorrow at 6 then :) - recieved at 10:14 am

You raise your brows when your phone lights up with his message, does he really not remember you?

Was he that drunk?

Well, it doesnt matter because you don't want to pay for all this gas alone and he seems to be the next best option to fix that.

So you shrug it off and get out off bed to run some last errands and start packing.

-

Your heart is beating unreasonably fast when you take a turn towards the main building at 5:55 pm the next day.

Calm down y/n it’ll just be 5 hours and who says you have to talk to him?

However you do know deep in your heart that you only wanted to arrive just a little early so you could complain about him being late.

That plan got cut short because your eyes fall on him as you pull up to the main building.

He’s- oh my god he’s blonde. You stop your car and he looks up at you.

“it is you!” hyunjin smiles at you when you step out of the car.

“who else would it be?” you ask, a little irritated at his reaction.

His face drops a bit when he sees you clearly annoyed by him, but the doesn’t blame you; he’d be mad too.

You open your trunk for him to put his weirdly small suitcase into, looking him up and down as he lifts it inside.

He’s wearing dark baggy pants and a windbreaker jacket, the top part of his chin-length blonde hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail.

He seemed to have bulked up as well, shoulders looking broader than what you remember.

The hair is different than the jet black hair that you remember on him, but it suits him very well; to be honest he would look good in any hair colour, not that you’d care though.

The first thirty minutes of the ride go by agonizingly slow and in complete silence.

When you drive onto the freeway you can’t take it anymore and mumble something among the lines of ‘wanna listen to some music?’.

You don’t wait for an answer, pressing the radio button right as you finish your sentence.

“uh, actually” hyunjin starts, his hand lifting to turn the radio back off, your eyes snap towards him, is he serious? Turning off your radio in your car?

“I wanted to address this situation” he says rather quietly.

You scoff “what? You realized that this is awkward just now?”

“no- I mean- yes I understand why you would think that but I just really want a chance to explain myself” he stutters.

“explain yourself” you repeat after him before mumbling “sure because there’s so much to explain”

“listen, I know you think I’m an asshole who just ghosted you b-“

“listen, I can handle rejection, you could’ve just said that you weren’t looking for something serious and I would’ve accepted that. The thing I’m mad about though is you literally making false promises and shit” 

Hyunjin blinks at you “can I please just explain to you what happened?”

You let out a long huff “sure” you wave your hand “go ahead”

“when you and your friends left at around 4, you wrote your number on my arm with your eyeliner, correct?” he asks.

Glancing over at him, you nod.

“after you where gone, I was already pretty drunk but then my friends decided to drag me with them to a different party that was still going” you see him fiddling with his hands in your peripheral “well I got super fucking shitfaced at that party and ended up puking on this one guys shoes”

You raise your eyebrows and hold back a laugh, which he notices.

“its okay you can laugh” he chuckles as well.

“anyways that guy was not very happy about it and busted my lip before kicking me and my friends out, so then back in the dorm my roommate sat me in the shower because I was full of alcohol, blood and puke”

“ew” you chime in.

“and when I woke up the next morning your number was gone” hyunjin looks over at you “we don’t have any mutual friends, I didn’t know what your major is so I couldn’t even asks for you in the administrating office, and then the covid lockdown happened and here we are”

“you called the administrating office?” you look over at him, he nods a little smile on his stupid pretty lips.

“yep, so, sorry to tell you but your eyeliner is not waterproof” he jokes at which you playfully knit your brows at him.

“believe me, I wanted to text you. I really wanted to take you out; and when you sent me your name yesterday I didn’t know if this was a lucky coincidence or if you’re a different y/n, that’s why I didn’t say anything” he explains.

You take a deep breath as you realize you have to apologize for going off on him just now, you believe him but you hate apologizing.

“well, I feel like an ass for going off on you like that after hearing all this” you chuckle “I’m sorry” you eye him shortly before looking back on the road.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to apologize I get how it looked, very much sus” he laughs with you.

-

Coming back to your car after you took a bathroom break on a highway rest-stop, you see hyunjin sitting in the drivers seat.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you smile as you sit down on the passenger seat.

“I thought maybe you’d like to sleep since its dark already and you’ve been driving for almost 3 hours” he suggests while putting on his seatbelt.

“well, I wont say no to that” you shrug and put your seatbelt on as well.

“so when did you go blonde?” you ask curiously.

“uh- around end of june” hyunjin chuckles “it was a dare if I’m being honest but I ended up liking it and got it redone”

“oh okay” you check out his profile once more and follow his hair with your eyes “I like it”

“yea?”

“yea, which is weird cause I’m usually not into blondes at all” you wonder.

“hm” he grins “must be me then” he says before winking at you.

“pfff, in your dreams” you rebuttal playfully, at which he laughs and mumbles a ‘true’.

You don’t react to it because you think your ears are playing tricks on you.

“hey I have a question too” hyunjin says.

“what’s up” you lean your arm against the window as you look over at him.

His face is slightly lit by the lights of the other cars, no seriously, how can a side profile be so perfect?

“why did you even agree to take me with you if you thought I ghosted you?” he grins.

You laugh “well, I’m a nice person and I know not a lot of people there are from seoul and my mom raised me right, okay?”

“okay okay” he giggles, the way his eyes crinkle when he does makes you smile everytime.

“or…did you have such a good time with me on new years that you just had to jump on this opportunity?” he quips, carefully stealing a peek at you.

“sure, why do you think I was so upset when you didn’t text” you feign sadness.

The both of you laugh before falling into comfortable silence.

When looking outside your window, you think back to said new years eve.

-(flashback)

“oh my god” you said, stepping into the big hall that usually is the universities gym. But whoever planned this outdid themselves.

A dj was placed on one of the tribunes and a whole buffet of drinks and punches on the other, as well as a big disco ball hanging from the ceiling, making the room shimmery and shiny.

You could see people coming out of the doors that connected into the universities hall on one side and into the locker rooms on the others, as if it wasn’t already packed.

“this is fucking insane” lia, your roommate from last semester, squeaked while grabbing your arm and jumping a little, her voice overpowering the blasting music..

“I wanna get fucking hammered tonight” you turned to her.

“oh babe don’t worry,  we didn’t come here to drink soda” she laughed before spotting some of your other friends.

About five minutes before midnight you and some more girls gathered at the buffet of drinks and started doing shots.

You all had decided that instead of kissing someone at 12 o’clock you’d ring in 2020 with a shot, because alcohol can’t cheat on you.

You were laughing at something when some people started the countdown.

10!

9!

8!

7!

6!

5!

4!

3!

2!

1!

“HAPPY NEW YEAR”

Every one shouted and celebrated in union as you downed your shot.

“happy new year babe” lia hugged you after downing hers.

“happy new year!” you shouted into her ear, full of relief that this stressful year was over.

“lets do another one” she grinned widely after your whole friend group had shared their wishes with each other.

A girl you didn’t know very well handed you another shot, just as you emptied your glass you heard a guy yell something before stumbling into your back.

“jesus” you stumbled forward a bit before turning around, ready to throw someone a dirty look.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” in front of you suddenly stood a tall dark haired young man with almost too perfect facial features, frowning a little out of concern.

“nothing happened” you smiled, taking a step towards him so he’d hear you better.

“I’m glad” he replied, a grin slowly stretched across his handsome face

“I’m y/n” you giggled as you held out your hand.

His eyes crinkled with his smile as he took your hand in his “I’m hyunjin” he said before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“okay guys let her have her fun lets go over there” you hear lia usher your friends away from behind you.

“happy new year y/n” he said before instinctively pulling you a little closer to him when a group of people passed behind you.

“happy new year hyunjin” you replied, a slow blush creeping on your face from how intensely he was taking in your appearance.

“well yea happy fucking new years to me for running into you” he joked before taking a sip, your brain wasn’t able to function anymore so you just giggled and nervously pushed your hair behind your ear.

It had been way too long since you’d talked to a guy, especially someone as attractive as him

“you’re fucking stunning” hyunjin complimented you and lifted your hand with his to make you spin for him, to which you complied because you took a long time getting ready and always appreciate being appreciated.

“thank you” you were crimson red by now but hoped he wouldn’t see because of the dimmed lights.

“how come I’ve never seen you around? I would’ve remembered you” he tilted his head.

“oh this was my first year here and I live on the other side of campus so…” you nodded slowly “but yea I would’ve remembered you too”

He grinned before downing his drink and putting on the table next to the both of you.

“wanna dance?”

That’s how you found yourself on the dance floor with hyunjin pressed against your back.

Slowly but surely the alcohol made you braver; and it didn’t take long for the dj to play perfect songs to grind yourself against his toned body to.

His reaction was instant, hands gripping even harder at your waist and his own movements matching your own.

You looked back at him just to have the air knocked out of your lungs, a barely there sheen of sweat was covering his forehead; his pupils were dilated and his lips were slightly parted before his tongue swiftly swept over his lower lip.

He looked like sex on legs and moved like it too.

His plump lips formed into a grin when he noticed you staring, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol running through your system but you so desperately wanted to kiss him.

“can’t stop looking at you either, pretty” he lowered his head to mumble against your cheek before pressing a kiss there.

“you’re so goddamn sexy” you blurted out as you turned around to face him, running one of your hands through his dark hair before positioning them on his firm chest.

He threw back his head as his chest vibrated with laughter.

“don’t laugh at me” you laughed as you locked eyes again.

“you’re cute when you’re drunk” hyunjin brought one hand to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“you dont even know me sober” you giggle “also i’m not drunk!” you protested playfully, his hands found your waist in the meantime to pull you flush to his body; at which you gasped almost inaudibly.

“oh really?” he looked down at you, clearly amused “didn’t you drink like 5 shots half an hour ago?”

“well well well, I didn’t know I had an audience” you countered, looping your arms around his neck.

Hyunjin prodded at the inside of his cheek with his tongue before looking away for a swift second, slightly embarrassed because he just exposed himself.

You felt yourself gush a little when he licked his lips again after bringing his gaze back to you.

“so you almost knocked me over on purpose?” you grinned even bigger when he shook his head laughingly.

“listen” he chuckled, leaning down unnecessarily close because you could hear him perfectly fine but you weren’t going to complain.

“I actually didn’t run into you on purpose, that was my friends doing after he saw me notice you” he said.

You mouthed an ‘ahh’ while nodding, feigning disbelief.

“I’m serious” hyunjin laughed “I still have to thank him later; I would’ve probably chickened out”

He got quieter at the end of his sentence, his eyes jumping to your lips when you wet your lower lip with your tongue quickly.

“i-m glad he pushed you then” you replied, trying to hide the fact that your heart was pumping your blood in record time.

“yea” he inched his face closer to yours as you tilted your chin up to meet him in the middle “me too”

His eyes switched from your lips to your eyes one more time before closing the gap between the both of you.

His lips were firm but soft at the same time in the way they moulded against yours, you swore you could hear lia squealing from somewhere but maybe you were just hearing things.

But when his tongue touched yours in the most tentative way you lost contact to what was going on around you, slinging your arms tighter around his neck and deepening the kiss.

A tiny groan escaped hyunjins throat when you carded your fingers through his hair to tug on it and release some of the adrenalin that rushed through you.

He was slow and explorative and let you take control from time to time before sucking on your lower lip and making you loose it.

You didn’t know how many songs had passed; to be honest you didn’t even remember what song was playing when you started kissing.

All you knew in that moment was hyunjins lightly flushed cheeks, swollen lips and dark glistening eyes.

“let’s go somewhere else?” he questioned in a whisper when you bit your lip, nodding at his question.

He grabbed your hand in his before manoeuvring the both of you through the dancing and celebrating crowd.

Before you knew it, hyunjin pulled you into the entrance hall of the university where multiple people had the same idea as you.

Couples scattered across the big room, some just talking, most of them however making out heavily.

“come on” he softly tugged at your hand, smiling when your gaze falls on him.

He lead you up the big flight of stairs onto a floor of the building you’ve never been to, stopping in front of a random room before pulling a small set of keys out of his back pocket.

After unlocking the door, he opened it to let you step inside.

It was a dance studio, the wall right across from you was just one huge mirror through which you could see the big couch in the back of the room and the water dispensers next to it.

“why do you have the keys for this room?” you asked, giggling.

Hyunjin grinned as he closed the door “I’m a dance major, we all have keys for the practice rooms”

“that’s so cool” you beamed “I wish I could dance” you looked around the room, walking towards the mirrored wall a little bit.

“you were moving just fine earlier” hyunjin came up behind you, nimble hands finding your waist as he looked you up and down through the mirror intensely, now that you were under the bright lights of the room.

You couldn’t help but to smile a little at that, the tight little glitter dress that you had chosen really did accentuate your curves in the best way possible, paired with the cute black heels which made your legs look way longer than they actually are.

“but that was like club sexy dancing, you know?” you elaborated.

“hm” he hummed amusedly “whats wrong with sexy club dancing?” you turned around to him.

He didn’t look to shabby himself, all in black, a chic button up with some jeans and a belt; accessorized with rings on his pretty fingers, a  dainty silver necklace and some small earrings.

Some might say he was underdressed, but the way he carried himself with such confidence, and that face of his must for sure be a panty dropper, you thought.

“nothing but… I don’t know, teach me something” you pleaded.

“what do you want me to teach you?” he laughed.

“I don’t know a pirouette or something” you suggested, laughing as well.

“okay” he grinned “this is like the base stance” he positioned himself correctly before looking at you to see if you were following his instructions.

“mhm” you hummed, replicating what he was doing.

“and then you get momentum with one leg to be able to swing yourself around, like this” hyunjin explained before executing a perfect pirouette and ending it back in the base stance.

“that was fast” you chuckled.

“your turn” he grins before moving behind you “try to keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror otherwise you’ll loose balance”

“okay” you said unsurely.

“I’ll catch you if you fall” he winked at you, at which you scoff playfully before carefully swinging yourself into a pirouette.

You landed on wobbly legs but before you could tip over hyunjin stabilized you with a firm grip on your hips.

“you’re a natural” he grinned at you through the mirror.

“well thank you” you playfully feigned cockiness before he spun you around himself.

A few seconds pass of the both of you taking in each others features in silence, the only thing you could hear was the faint music of the party downstairs, before hyunjin spoke up.

“can I kiss you?”

You fell into giggles again as you let your forehead rest against his collarbone before looking up again “we’ve kissed before”

“yea but that was like a moment and I don’t want to catch you off guard or anything” he mumbles cutely.

“mm” you nod “ you can kiss me”

And with a smile, he does.

You weren’t surprised when his first gentle ministrations turned into more desperate ones rather quickly because you could feel the warmth spread in your lower regions as well.

He walked the both of you over to the couch, only parting from your lips when he sat down on the black leather material of the couch.

“come here, pretty girl” he took your hand to help you straddle him, your dress riding up but you couldn’t care less if he saw your safety shorts, and he didn’t seem to care either by the way he feverishly connected your lips again.

His hands travelled down to squeeze at your waist before smoothing over your ass and grabbing a handful of each cheek, you moaned into the kiss when you realized how big his hands were.

Your own hands were squeezing at his shoulders before one moved into his soft hair while the other softly rested on his cheek.

The kiss was messy and desperate, teeth clinking together and tongues licking at each other.

The things that riled you up the most however were his groans and praises.

“you’re so fucking sexy” he groaned before moving down to kiss at your jaw and down your neck.

A needy whimper escaped from your throat when he started suckling the sensitive skin at the base of your throat.

“fuck-hyunjin” you moaned when his teeth grazed over your clavicle.

Your hands fumbled before landing on his belt, at which he pulled away from your skin, gently taking your hands off of his belt.

“I’d love to take you out first, actually” his pretty kiss swollen lips twitched up into a shy smile as he pants.

“oh” you were taken aback, you were almost certain that this was something regular for him “I thought-“

“I mean if you just want to fuck we can fuck of course” he chuckled “but- I actually think you’re really cute and fun and I’d love to get to know you better”

Your mouth stood a little agape “uh- I mean-I” you stuttered, your brain not functioning properly because of the alcohol running through your veins but also him!

“its okay if you just want, you know-“

“no!” you blurted out all over sudden, making him flinch a little “sorry, uhm- its just been a while since I had a date” you smile apologetically.

His expression visibly brightens “that’s okay” he giggled “so is that a yes?”

You grinned, leaning in to just barely brush your lips with his, his head twitching upwards in an attempt to connect them fully.

“yes” you whispered, at which he smiled brightly before pulling your in for a kiss by your neck.

-(flashback end)

“y/n”

“hey, y/n” you grumble when you feel someone gently rocking your shulder.

“mmm-what?” you peek your eyes open just to see hyunjin smile at you.

“good morning sunshine” he teases as you sit up in your seat when you realize you aren’t driving anymore.

“just kidding its not morning” he says as you look around your car, realizing your on a parking lot.

“where the fuck are we?” you whip your head towards him “did you bring me here to kill me? kidnap me?”

“wha?- no” he laughs “no, I’m sorry. Right after you fell asleep there was this huge traffic jam because of an accident and we stood there for almost 3 hours so I drove off and found this” he points out the rear window, where you see a small motel building.

You look back at him before checking the time on your phone, seeing it was indeed almost midnight.

“fuck” you swear to yourself.

“I didn’t know if you wanted to keep driving because I was getting tired so I thought maybe-“ hyunjin starts rambling guiltily, not wanting you to thing that this was an attempt to get in your pants.

“hey” you put your hand on his shoulder after taking off your seatbelt “this is good, you made the right decision I think we both could use some sleep” you say.

You each take your suitcases and walk inside, it’s an old building but it looks pretty clean for a motel off of the highway.

“good evening you two” an old lady sits behind the, probably just as old, reception.

“good evening, could we get 2 single rooms, please” hyunjin speaks up politely.

“I’m afraid we only have 2 double bed rooms available, if you’d like to take them, they will however be more expensive than the rooms for one” she explains politely.

“its okay, we’ll take one of those, please” you decide, hyunjins head snapping towards you.

“is that okay?” you ask him.

“yea- sure” he nods.

“alright, room 301 it is” she hands you the key before stating that you’ll have to checkout before 12 pm and what the room costs.

“do you accept card?” hyunjin asks at which the friendly old lady nods before taking his card and swiping it through her little machine.

“I’ll venmo you half of what you paid” you say after unlocking room 301.

He tsk’s at you before shaking his head “don’t, it was my idea so I’ll pay”

“are you sure?” you ask closing the door behind you when he turns on the lights.

“yup-oh” he exclaims.

“this room is cute” you say, it’s small but the walls are a soft sunflower yellow, decorated with paintings of autumn leaves .

The bed looks clean, and when you smell the mouse gray blankets and pillows, they smell fresh as well.

“stop smelling the pillows” hyunjin laughs.

“I’ve never been to a motel, I thought everything would be dirty or ancient” you confess comically.

He chuckles as he comes out of the small bathroom “the bathroom is clean too, don’t worry” he says when you look at him expectantly.

“I’ll sleep on the floor if you want” he offers as you open your suitcase to get out your toothbrush and pj’s.

“it’s fine, hyunjin I’ve slept in the same bed as a male before” you joke.

“well how am I supposed to know that?” he counters, at which you throw your pj shorts at him out of reflex.

When you realize what you had done it was too late, he was already holding them out in front of him before giggling.

“very cute choice” he mocks the small white shorts with red hearts all over it.

“stoop” you whine, trying to fish it out of his hands but he holds them over his head like a kindergartener.

“I remember why I don’t like you” you pout, crossing your arms.

His face drops alongside with his arms “I thought we were past that”

You use his moment of weakness to snatch your shorts out of his hands “gotcha”

-

“see I told you I was gonna take you out” hyunjin beams at you before looking down at the various snacks he took from the motels vending machine, which were laying in between the both of you on the bed.

“and so luxurious too” you joke, crossing your legs.

“only the best for you” he grins when you open a pack of fruit jellies.

“you know, I was thinking about new years” you say “ and I realized that it was your fault!”

Hyunjin throws his head back as he groans playfully “why?”

“if you hadn’t lost your phone when we got back downstairs, I wouldn’t have had to write my number on your arm; or you could’ve just given me your number and I could’ve text you. But you didn’t even know your own number!” you laugh in reminiscence.

“listen” he laughs “I was drunk and you’re hot! I couldn’t think” he defends himself before taking a bite off a chocolate bar.

You blush a little but play it off with a laugh.

“but yes, I admit, it was indeed my fault” he dramatically holds his hand in front of his eyes.

“yeeees!” you exclaim victoriously.

“I’m kidding though” you pat his knee “I forgive you”

“I’m glad” he smiles.

After the both of you are done eating way too many sweets, you find yourself being really comfortable when talking to hyunjin.

He’s funny, doesn’t seem like he’s full of himself and just in general seems like a very kind person.

“I thought you were a fuckboy when me met” you confess, looking at him.

Propped on one elbow looking down at you, while you lay on your side towards him, his face illuminated only by the little lights on each of your nightstands.

“you did?” he asks confusedly.

“yea” you chuckle “you were so confident and…sexy I don’t know” you place your hand over your face in embarrassment.

“oh that was the liquid courage talking, I’m usually pretty shy” he shakes his head smilingly when you peek through your fingers.

“don’t lie” you push his shoulder softly.

“I’m serious!” he laughs.

“you were the first guy to approach me at a party” you pause “like ever”

“no way, you’re lying now” he furrows his brows.

“nope” you shake your head.

“but I was really close to not talking to you as well, I’m sure there were many guys before me that just didn’t have the liquid courage, like I did” he speculates.

“maybe” you say.

“have any exes?” he asks after a few seconds.

“yea, one”

“well how did you meet him?”

“he showed me around on my first day of freshman year, I transferred like in the middle of the first semester so I wasn’t with any other freshmen” you tell him.

“why’d you break up if I may ask?” hyunjin asks carefully.

“oh we were only together for like three weeks, you can’t even call I relationship. He used me to make his hot ex jealous and cheated on me with her” you say “but hey they’re back together at least” you scoff.

“i’m sorry” he mumbles at which you look up at him.

“it’s not your fault” you chuckle.

“well, still no one should feel that way” he says “you know that you were way too good for him right?”

You nod.

“what about you? Have any exes?” you ask back.

He snickers “only one in seoul”

“why didn’t you last?”

“it was a long distance situation, she was super jealous and couldn’t trust me. which I can understand to a certain degree but everytime I went out she wanted me to facetime her and show her what kinds of people were there with me. That was just too much” he explains.

“wow” you chuckle “that doesn’t sound fun either”

Hyunjin shakes his head “nope, but hey we got rid of ‘em, didn’t we?”

“yea” you giggle “plus if I hadn’t broken up with him I would’ve probably never gone to the new years eve party”

“I guess I owe him something then” he grins as you scooch up on the bed.

“can I kiss you?” you ask after a few seconds of silence.

“hm?” hyunjins eyes almost spring out of his head.

“I don’t want to catch you off guard” you grin as you repeat his words from the night you met, sitting up.

He licks his lower lip as a grin stretches over his face as he sits up as well “do your worst”

You get up on your knees to shuffle over to him, when you get close enough hyunjin grabs one of your thighs and lifts it over his legs so you’re straddling him.

Once you sit down on his lap, your eyes lock again and you’re once again baffled as to how someone can be so god damn attractive.

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips expectantly, a shaky breath leaving his lips when you lean in.

Your lips connect and it feels like all the pent up energy of liking him since that night finally gets set free, sparks glowing behind your lit and his hands leaving a trail of fire where ever they go.

They squeeze at your thighs and waist, pulling you impossibly close to himself.

A whimper tears from your throat when his tongue licks at yours, he tastes like chocolate and what could only be described as him.

He moans into the kiss when you tug at the blonde locks that weren’t pulled back into the ponytail; before pulling the hair tie out of his hair to free it and finally card your fingers through all of the blonde glory.

Before you realize what’s going on, hyunjin lifts the both of you before dropping you on your back and crawling above you.

The fact that he just lifted the both of you from a sitting position as if you weigh nothing makes you feel all types of hot.

“you’re so hot holy shit” you pant as you push his long hair out of his face.

“ditto” he only grins before attaching his lips to your exposed collarbone and sucking a bruise into the skin.

“take it off” you moan as you tug on the dark blue calvin klein shirt he’s wearing.

His lips release the skin of your collarbone before sitting up to pull the shirt over his head.

If your mouth wasn’t already open from your heavy breathing, you would’ve opened it now because his body is more sculpted and toned than you had expected.

Your hand lifts to smooth over his abs, muscles flexing as he connects your lips again.

His one hand slides from your waist up to cup one of your breasts, gently palming the soft flesh.

“I know I said I wanted to take you out first but-“ he mumbles against your lips.

“you bought me a lovely dinner” you interrupt him, threading your fingers through the hair that’s falling down into his vision.

He grins, dropping a short peck to your lips before his the grin gets wiped off his face “I don’t have a condom with me”

“I’m on the pill” you let him know “I got tested before the lockdown and I haven’t been with anyone since soo…”

“yea, me too, I was tested a few months ago” he nods.

You nod back, biting your lip as you absently play with his hair.

“do you trust me?” hyunjin asks, observing your demeanour.

“yea- yea I do I’m just nervous” you smile awkwardly.

“no” he coos before kissing you “why are you nervous?”

“just haven’t been with anyone for a while” you confess.

Hyunjin nods understandingly “if you don’t want to do this we’ll stop”

“no I really want to” you look into his eyes as confidently as you can.

“okay” he smiles, planting his lips on yours again.

“can i?” his voice gives you goosebumps when he mumbles against the sensitive skin under your ear, his fingers slowy undoing the loose knot of your heart shorts.

“yes” you say when he locks eyes with you.

“I love these shorts” he softly presses a kiss to your knee, trying to calm your nerves a little, before he gently rocks your hips to pull them off of you.

You blush a little out of embarrassment but smile when you lift your hips to help him.

“cute” he whispers when he see’s your panties have a little bow on the front.

He chuckles when you hide your face in embarrassment, pulling you closer to him again by your thighs before you let him kiss you again.

“can I take this off too?” hyunjin whispers, softly pulling at the fabric of the tank top you’re wearing, at which you nod.

You are still wearing a bra when he pulls it off so you take it into your own hands and unclasp your bra.

Your nipples stiffen a little at the sudden exposure to air, as well as to hyunjin’s admiring gaze.

“fuck” he muses when palming your breasts in his big hands, gently pushing them together an running his thumbs over your nipples.

A whimper involuntarily leaves your lips when he wraps his plump lips around one of the perked up nubs and sucks gently.

“so fucking pretty, princess” you feel yourself pathetically clench around nothing at his praise.

You feel one of his hands wander downwards to provide some friction for you, he slots his lips against yours when you tentatively roll your hips against his hand.

Hyunjin feels his cock get even harder when an almost desperate moan tumbles from your lips against his. So he ads a little more pressure and starts circling your clit with two fingers, your sighs of pleasure mixing into the kiss.

“you’re so sensitive baby” he whispers as he parts his lips from yours “can I go down on you?” he grazes his lips over your chest, looking up at you seductively.

You nod as you bite your lip, hyunjin placing a few kisses on your tummy before shortly sitting up to also free you from your soaked panties.

The first stripe he licks up your slit, and how he swirls the tip of his tongue around your clit expertly sends you to heaven.

His hands are gripping your thighs to prevent you from closing your legs, your hands are tangled in his hair and the sheets.

“hyunj-fuck” you cry out when his tongue enters you.

He carefully prods one finger at your entrance “is that okay?” he asks, his voice hoarse and dripping with lust.

“yea” you sigh.

Once you adjust to one finger, he adds a second one, curling them upwards to search for that specific patch inside of you.

“yes-fuck right there” you moan when his fingers press onto the sweetest spot inside of you, tugging at his hair a little harshly. But you feel him moan against you, getting lost in your taste as he sucks your clit in between his soft lips.

Your hips buckle against his mouth as your eyes roll backwards, feeling the warmth of your orgasm approach rapidly.

“fuck fuck yes-hyunjin” you cry out just before he tipped you over the edge with his skillful ministration, your orgasm rushing up your spine and into your head, endorphins spreading everywhere.

A cry of pleasure fills the room as your thighs starts trembling with the aftershocks, clamping around his head when he drives you into overstimulation.

“oh-shit-“ you pant as you softly pushed on his forehead to get him away from your clit, his fingers still inside you, guiding you through your high.

He nibbles on your inner thigh apologetically. You can still hear your heartbeat in your ears after hyunjin removes his fingers from you and sits up, gently holding your legs together to help you calm down.

“fuck” you mewl, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

He’s wanted to do this for so long and there you are, with all of your naked glory in front of him.

While he’s daydreaming about you, you sit up and start fiddling with his sweatpants.

“you want more?” he quips, once he realises what you’re doing, leaning in to kiss you.

“mhm” you humm into the kiss affirmitavely when his hand holds you close to him by your jaw.

With a quick last peck to your lips he simultaneously shimmies the soft black sweats and his boxers off of himself.

You apparently visibly gulp at the sight of his cock because hyunjin smirks cockily “like what you see?” as he crawls above you again, his lips finding yours again and not waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know if you’ll fit” you mumble when he suckles at the soft nook of skin under your ear.

“we can stop here” he offers softly before locking eyes again.

You shake your head as you reach down to fist his length, slowly pumping it and smearing the few drops of precum around.

“no, you’re just really big” you huff with a shy smile on your lips at which hyunjin groans.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, you know?” he mutters against your lips before kissing you deeply, his hand smoothing over the slope of your waist before coming up to gently pinch at one of your nipples.

Eliciting a soft high pitched moan from you, this only spurs him on.

Rolling his tongue against yours desperately and making you taste yourself before sinfully sucking at the wet muscle.

All the while you’re stroking him with your small hand before cupping his balls, as if he didn’t already feel like he’s gonna blow his load way too early.

“please” you whine, guiding his reddened tip towards your entrance.

Hyunjin releases a shaky breath before replacing your hand with his, rutting his hips against yours a few times, coating his length in your wetness.

This already had your toes curling, suppressing a whine as you lock your legs around his waist.

“tell me if it hurts, yea?” he breathes, only pressing inside you after you nod, dropping a kiss to your swollen lips.

“fuck” he swears softly, tucking his face in the crook of your neck when he breaches your tight walls for the first time.

Your fingers tighten in his hair at the back of his neck when a subtle sting flares up inside of you.

“ah-“ your body flinches a little when he presses further inside, hyunjin notices, observing your expression before kissing your cheek and sitting up slowly.

“you’re doing so good, baby” he lifts his thumb to his lips, swiftly kitten-licking the digit before bringing it to where your bodies join.

Gently rolling your clit under his thumb to distract you from the pain.

“you look so perfect like this” his other hand travels over your stomach to gently squeeze at your breasts “all spread out for me”

You whimper, arching your back when hyunjin thrusts into you carefully; the pain slowly subsiding and the ache to be fully filled up by him growing exponentially when his cock rubs against your g spot.

“hyunjin” you moan, gripping onto his hand, which is resting atop your breast.

“yes baby, I’m here” he groans at how tight you feel once he’s balls deep inside of you, abandoning your clit to grab you by the hips for leverage.

His other hand resting on your cheek now, after a few trusts you moan “harder, please”

Hyunjin groans and fulfils your wish, at one particularly harsh thrust, you latch your lips around his pointer and middle finger, sucking at them.

“oh my god-that’s so fucking hot” he grunts through clenched teeth.

His cock dragging along your walls deliciously, filling you up to the brim as you hum around his slender fingers in pleasure.

“you like my hands that much baby?” his jaw is clenched and the grip on your waist is rough , the contrast to how sweet he was just a few minutes earlier had you clench around him furiously.

“fuck-“ he breathes when you nod to the best of your abilities, eyes wide open and holding his gaze.

You only release his fingers from in between your lips in favour for a loud high pitched moan when his other hand finds your clit again, rubbing harsh circles into the bud.

“-gonna cum-huynjin” you dig your nails into his biceps, eyes squeezing shut.

“yea?” he grits through his teeth the fingers that were previously trapped in your mouth now wrapping around your bared throat.

Not squeezing tightly, just resting there as if to show you that you’re his now.

Your thought gets confirmed when he rasps “you’re gonna date me after this, right pretty girl?”

You do look so pretty right now, tits bouncing and skin slapping because of the fast rhythm that he’s snapping his hips into yours, not to mention the subtle sheen of sweat that’s coating the both of you.

A desperate breathy chuckle tumbles from your lips “ yes-yes fuck” you feel your second orgasm creeping up on you.

“cum for me princess, all over my cock” he urges you on, his tip hammering into the sweet spot inside of you repeatedly before you crash into your second high of the night.

Your body convulses in pleasure as you call out his name mixed with profanities, your toes curling so hard you’re not sure if you can ever uncurl them again, and your nails probably leaving painful indents in his skin.

His thumb on your clit slows down until you grab his hand for him to stop, his hand around your neck grabs your free one, holding both of your hands over your head now.

“so good, baby” he mumbles, kissing your lips; mostly just breathing into each other as he rocks you through every wave of your orgasm.

Hyunjin looses himself in you not long after with a guttural moan and his eyes squeezing shut.

You coax him through it when he rests his face against your neck again, running your fingertips through his damp hair and over his broad back, muscles tensing under your gentle touch.

i“don’t fall asleep on me” you whisper sneakily, grinning when he chuckles against your neck, tickling the soft skin there.

He props himself up again to scan over your features, pushing some hair out of your face before kissing you tenderly.

“you okay?” his hand resting at your temple as he gently runs his thumb over your hairline.

“more than” you assure him, cupping his cheeks to pull his lips onto yours again.You think you can never get enough of his lips, anything about him for that matter; not when he makes you feel so cared about and safe.

“so does this mean we’re dating now?” he whispers after he has cleaned you up and tucked the both of you in bed.

“hmh” you nod your head sleepily, positioned on his bare chest.

“so I can spoon you once we fall asleep?” he asks, grin evident in his voice.

“you can spoon me but you can’t wake me up in the middle of the night if you get horny” you mumble jokingly, enjoying his fingers running down your spine as your eyelids get heavier.

“okay” he giggles softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before you whisper your good nights to each other.

And as promised, he doesn’t wake you up in the middle of the night because he’s horny.

It’s you who wakes him, because after 10 months of wasted time, you have a lot of catching up to do.

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a/n: oml this is my first ever long fic so pls pls pls give me feedback, i had so much fun writing his even though it made me feel even more single but hey :))))

allsooo i waited til after work to publish this and i just saw i hit 500 followers?!?!?! thats crazy to me omg i started this like 2 months ago and so many ppl liked my stuff so much that they decided to follow me?? so i just wanna say thank u thank u thank u for hitting the follow button even though im very unorganized and everything i do is spontaneaous and not thought out well. but hey i guess there is a reason that u followed me so thank u!

(i’d love if u sent me an ask with the first one of my writings that u stumbled across, and how <3 ...only if u want tho no pressure) 

anyways thank u so much for reading if you’ve made it this far! i hope you have a great day/ night! much love

-aj

(this is a work of fiction and does not represent the real actions of stray kids or hwang hyunjin)

[capaimagines]

son hyunwoo & im changkyun - minconceptions

Pairing: Im Changkyun x Reader, Son Hyunwoo x Reader | Genre: angst | Warnings: open relationship, sexual comments, slight suggestiveness | WC: 1.5k

Request:  I really hope this will be written. But I understand if you don’t want to. Thank you! Monsta X idol fic / College AU fic where reader is in an open relationship with Shownu and Changkyun has a crush on the reader. The reader knows it plays Changkyun, like tries to seduce him into doing stuff. But Changkyun does not feel comfortable giving into the temptations because he feels like it’s betraying Shownu. (Filled with angst pleaseee)

You had been dating Shownu for quite a few years now. You loved each other dearly and were happy together. For most, it was easy to tell how smitten you were over him. The way your eyes lit up just at the mention of his name or the wide smile when he was walking towards you. It was no secret you two were sickeningly in love. For most—your friends included—your relationship was a little unconventional.

Though, since quite the beginning of your relationship, the two of you agreed on being in an open relationship. It wasn’t that you two were bored of each other or anything, that was definitely not the case. It was just something that you two had mutually agreed on, you wanted to both experience things and have some fun, as long as there were set boundaries with being honest and communicative. At the end of the day, Shownu constantly reminded you that with his teasing nature that ‘sharing is caring.” Thankfully, your friends were more than supportive of all your decisions, they just didn’t fully understand why. Honestly, there was no way to make them understand unless they were in the same situation.

It just worked for the two of you

It wasn’t as if you two were with a different person every day and night. Quite the contrary. You two only went after another person if you truly had feelings with them and wanted to make something of it. Of course, they had to be comfortable with your relationship and if they weren’t, then there was nothing to be done. It wasn’t held against anyone. So when you first met Shownu’s friends, Changkyun had immediately caught your eye. His almost shoulder-length raven black hair parted down the middle, his dark eyes always seemed to be curious about something.

Don’t even get you started on when he would wear tight fitting shirts or a tank top. It was clear that he and Shownu were gym buddies. He was a quiet boy, only a few years younger than you. He didn’t say much, but he listened attentively. He was smart and snarky; loved to make all of you laugh, and most importantly, he knew when to be serious and when he needed to just listen. It was hard not to develop a small crush on him.

“I think I like Changkyun-ie,” You blurted out one night at dinner. Shownu raised a brow and chuckled, slurping up his noodles.

“I’m not surprised. He’s pretty popular with the ladies.”

“I can see why,” You said dramatically, “The hair, the inquisitive eyes, the muscles.”

Shownu chuckled at you and patted your knee, “Go for it baby, maybe he likes you too,” It was then you decided that Changkyun was going to be yours—if he wanted to. You just hoped it wouldn’t make things awkward.

Over the course of the next few weeks, you were bound and determined to make Changkyun notice you in any way besides just a friend. Your skirts and shorts were a little shorter, showing off your tanned and toned legs. Your shirts were a little more low cut, but not too much. Changkyun may be smart and a gentleman, but he was still a boy. Every time you’d see him sneaking a glance when you would lean over just a little too far or the way his eyes would trail up and down your figure when you would walk into the room made the coil in your stomach tighten.

Then came the constant teasing and flirting, initiated by you of course. It was clear that Changkyun wouldn’t do it. Shownu was older than him and one of his best friends. He probably felt awkward about being attracted to his girlfriend.

“Changkyun-ie,” You whined cutely, wrapping around his arm, placing your cheek on his shoulder and batting your eyelashes at him. He gulped and sent you a tense smile, “Why are your cheeks so red? Are you feeling feverish?”

You leaned towards him, placing your cheek on his forehead. You heard his breath hitch and you smirked. Shownu had told you the favorite scent that Changkyun liked and you had made sure to wear that today.

“I-I’m fine,” He said, pulling away and averting his gaze. 

You giggled, propping your elbows on to the plastic table and resting your chin on your hands, “You’re cute when you’re flustered. I wonder how you would look with me on top of you.”

He choked on the water he was sipping, eyes wide and you only grinned and gently patted his back, lightly scraping your nails over his shirt. You felt him shiver a little, “Y-you need to stop d-doing that,” He stuttered, hands gripping the edge of the table. You only giggled and stopped. The poor boy was excited and by the way the outline in his tight-fitting jeans looked, he was very excited.

He quickly made an excuse about needing to meet with a professor and left. Shownu rolled his eyes at you with a smirk, “You can’t be so direct with him, love. He’s shy,” You only shrugged, settling into his side. You were satisfied with today. It was one step closer.

The next few days Changkyun seemed to avoid you at any costs. You thought it was cute and funny considering. However, he was over at your shared apartment waiting for Shownu right now. The two were supposed to be going to the gym. You had just come back from a jog, your hair tied up in a ponytail, booty shorts and sports bra. You truly had no idea Changkyun was waiting back at your home for Shownu, “He must be running late, he’s usually home by now,” You said, wiping your face from the beads of sweat.

Changkyun only hummed, refusing to meet your eyes. You grinned again, sitting down next to him and placing a hand on his knee. He jumped a little and you giggled at his flustered state. 

“Why are you so jumpy?” He only shook his head, chewing on his bottom lip. “You know, I’m a little hurt you’ve been avoiding me, Kyun. I thought we were friends,” You teased and he sighed, running his fingers through his black locks.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s just—I like you.”

“Kiss me then,” You said and in seconds his mouth was pressed up against yours. Seconds after you slid your tongue into his mouth and rolled over to straddle his lap. His hands tightened around your waist and you let out a small moan when you felt his hardened length rub against your needy core.

That seemed to snap Changkyun out of whatever had taken over him and he immediately pushed you off, standing up and furiously wiping his hands over his mouth.

Ouch. That hurt a little.

“Are you okay?” You asked and he shook his head.

“No! You’re dating my best friend, Y/N! I just kissed you! That’s not okay! Not at all!” His voice was rising and he was now pacing back and forth. 

You frowned again, reaching out to grab his wrist. He jerked back, glaring down at you, “Don’t touch me.”

“Changkyun,” You said calmly, “It’s alright. You know we’re in an open relationship. Shownu knows that I like you, he actually likes you too. So you did nothing wrong, you haven’t betrayed him or anything. Trust me.”

He snorted and shook his head at you, “I don’t care if he’s okay with it or not! It’s not right for me to do this! He’s my best friend. He might like sharing, but I don’t.”

You didn’t know what to say. You knew your friends didn’t understand the nature of yours and Shownu’s relationship. You understood that they didn’t understand and that was okay, but this seemed like more than just being confused about your relationship status.

This sounded like Changkyun was repulsed by it, by the idea.

“I don’t think we should hang around anymore for a while. Tell Shownu I’ll meet him at the gym,” Changkyun muttered, walking out. You were still in shock. Still unsure of what exactly just happened.

You just hoped that Shownu would talk to him and that things would settle down, but they didn’t. Changkyun wouldn’t even look at you now. When you came into the room, he’d leave it. If you talked, he’d only respond if he absolutely needed to. If you were hanging out with the whole group, he avoided you and acted like you didn’t exist. He wouldn’t answer your texts or calls and you figured he had blocked you. You wanted to apologize. Shownu had only said that Changkyun was just angry at himself even though Shownu tried to explain the whole situation.

But a few months down the line, when you thought everything would finally be back to normal, it wasn’t. Changkyun still refused to acknowledge your existence. It was starting to affect the group, so you stopped hanging around the group if you knew Changkyun was going to be there. Changkyun was always a good friend to you. You wanted that friendship back. You really, truly did. On the other hand, it seemed like Changkyun didn’t and he made that extremely obvious.

You truly don’t believe this was ever going to go away. You’d lost a friend, a great friend, all because of an unnecessary misconception of a relationship

[bangtanloverboys]

can you feel it? // kth

summary - it's been almost one year since your top surgery, and taehyung is dying to know if you got feeling in your nipples

pairing - taehyung x transmale!reader

genre - smut themes; non-idol au

word count - 1.4k

warnings - mentions of surgical scars/top surgery, nipple play, making out, grinding

author’s note - yes nipples can fall off post operation, take proper post op care of your nipples.

“Can you feel your nipples?”

“Ex-fucking-cuse me?” You stared at Taehyung, who paused the movie the two of you were watching. “Where is this coming from?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know, I just remembered that your top anniversary is coming up and I was curious.”

“So you decided to blurt the question out in the middle of Finding Nemo?” You furrowed your brows at him. Your surgery anniversary was coming up in a few weeks, you weren’t surprised Taehyung remembered, considering he was the one that took you home and had to watch over you the following two weeks to make sure you were gonna be okay post op. 

“Are you gonna answer the question?” He cocked his head to the side, waiting for your response. 

“I-I don’t know!” You crossed your arms in front of you, feeling weird about the topic surrounding your chest. If you were being honest, you didn’t really think much about it anyway. Since the operation, you moved past it. That obstacle was crossed and all you focused on was healing and once it was done, it just sort of slipped your mind. 

“What do you mean you don’t know?” He sat up from his position on the couch to look at you. 

You rolled your eyes at him. “I mean exactly that, I don’t know.”

“You don’t touch them?”

“No, they were cut off and sewn back on Tae. I didn’t touch them in fear of them falling off, since then, I don’t know never bothered.” You explained, that was something about your surgery you were always scared about. The thought that they could fall off if you pushed yourself too hard was freaky and you didn’t want to go all the way back to your surgeon to fix up your mistake so you avoided touching them when you didn’t have to. 

“It’s been a year though, I think your nipples are secured.” Taehyung let out a small laugh at you, to which you responded with sticking your tongue at him. “I’m just saying, you don’t really have anything to be afraid of anymore. What’s stopping you?”

You frowned, he was right. What was stopping you? You at this point can touch your nipples without fear, maybe you were so used to not touching them you essentially trained yourself to not touch them. “Nothing, I guess.”

“So touch them.”

“Right now?!”

“No time like the present,” he beamed as he clasped his hands together in excitement. “Let’s see ‘em.”

“You’re so weird,” you grumbled as you leaned forward to take off your shirt.

“Less talking, more stripping.” He ordered, motioning for you to go faster. You were gonna smack him upside the head, you swear. 

Shirt off, your skin was now exposed to the cool air of your living room. You put your shirt off to the side and turned to Taehyung, who’s eyes were fully trained on you. “What now?”

“Touch them, kinda obvious.” He chuckled at you. 

Glaring at him, you close your eyes and lift your hands to your nipples. Ever so gently, you place the pad of your finger to graze against your buds. Thing is about touching your own body, you can never be sure if it’s your body part you feel touching your finger or your finger touching the skin. Huffing, you drop your hands. “I can’t tell.”

“Hmm,” Taehyung pursed his lips in thought before patting the couch next to him. “Sit here.” 

Your eyes went from the spot to him, raising your eyebrows at him. “You serious?”

“Deadly, now sit.” He snapped his fingers and pointed back to the spot. Not wanting to challenge him, you took the step from your chair to the spot in front of him. “Close your eyes.” You did as he said and squeezed your eyes shut, anticipating the brush of his fingers. “Relax, you’re all tensed up.” He whispered into your ear, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. Taking a deep breath, you let your shoulders fall slack.

You feel a tickling sensation along the sides of your ribcage, right at the edge of your scars. You feel your lips twitch at the feeling, the tingles sent over your body from the soft drag of his fingers. His digits traced along the length of the scars, the feeling barely registers until it meets the unmarked skin. Slowly, he moves a bit up to your nipples and he lets his thumb just sit on top of them. You inhaled sharply as he started to slowly apply pressure, moving them in small circles. Heat began to pool between your legs as Taehyung moved your nipple to and fro. Biting your tongue, you refused to let any sort of sound escape you as your friend essentially played with your nipples. Needless to say, you had sensation in them, but now you weren’t sure if you wanted him to stop yet. 

The effort to keep quiet was thrown out the window however, when he decided to take them between his thumb and forefinger and give a light squeeze; eliciting a moan to emit from your throat. You froze and Taehyung’s hands stilled over your chest. Your eyes flew open but before you could even manage to get a word out, his mouth was on yours. Your eyelids fluttered shut, and you kissed him back. Your body on autopilot, your arms moved to snake around his neck. His hands, however, stayed on your chest, pinching at you, prompting more sounds to fall from your lips. All of which he drank right up as he kissed you feverently. You knotted your hands into his dirty blonde hair, him clearly enjoying it, going by the groans he made. 

Lungs burning for air, you reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. Taehyung on the other hand, had other ideas. He attached his mouth to your neck, sucking on your flesh. You feel his hands wrap around your torso, his body weight was shifting to lay you back. You let him guide you to lay flat on the couch, moving your legs to hook around his waist. His mouth moved from your neck, traveling down to your chest, leaving small marks in his wake. He stopped right above your nipple, his hot breath fanning across it as he panted, catching his breath.

“Taee,” you keened as he pressed delicate kisses over the bud. “Pleasse.”

“Please what?” He looked up from your chest, his eyes dark with lust. “What do you want, Y/N?”

“Mouth, please mouth.” You cried out, with a smirk on his lips, he latched his mouth on to your bud. His free hand going to pinch and play with your neglected nipple. You mewl at the sensation; unconsciously, you begin to grind up against him. One of your hands leaves Taehyung’s head to grab onto his shirt, enclosing the fabric in your fist as he sucks and nibbles at you. 

With Taehyung’s ministrations, it only eggs you on more to needily rub yourself against Taehyung’s growing bulge. You feel a knot begin to form in your gut as you worked yourself, chasing that delicious friction you so desperately craved.  

“Come on, baby.” He blew against your wet and abused nipple. “You can do it, let go.”

With a loud whine, you felt like every single nerve ending was on fire as you clenched around nothing. Your body ceases it’s twitching as you come down from your high, leaving you breathless with Taehyung above you. His eyes never leaving you. 

When you finally come back around, he’s still staring at you and you felt your face flush. “What are you looking at?”

“I’m looking at the hottest fucking man that just came from grinding on me and nipple play.” He let out a breathy chuckle as he leaned up to kiss your burning cheek. 

“Fuck off, oh my god.” You rolled your eyes at him as he rested his head on your bare chest, his hair tickling you ever so lightly. Your hand went up to card your fingers through the soft trestles. 

"Safe to assume you have feeling in your nipples then," his hand coming back up to your chest to trace circles over your skin.

"Yeah," you sighed. With that, the two of you laid in the comfortable silence, not bothering to talk about what just happened or what the consequences were. “Can you start the movie again?”

[escapewithbts]

“We Really Are Just Friends” - Seokjin

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"I don't know, (y/n), this guy you've been seeing kind of seems like a goofball if you ask me..." your best friend Kim Seokjin told you, keeping his eyes fixated on the road in front of him.

You turned away from your phone and stared at his tall, lean body in the driver's seat next to you. The bangs of his dark brown hair covered his forehead and his brown eyes were shielded by a pair of dark sunglasses. He wore a pair of medium wash jeans and a simple white t shirt under a gray zip up hoodie. Classic Jin.

You scoffed.

"Gosh, Jinnie, tell me how you really feel," you replied sarcastically.

Jin chuckled to himself.

"He is not a 'goofball'," you continued, "he is literally one of the nicest guys ever. And how would you even know, you've never even met him."

Jin shrugged.

"So how about I meet him then."

You stared at him in disbelief.

"Sorry, what?"

Jin stopped his Lamborghini at the red stoplight, removed his sunglasses and turned his head to face you.

The butterfly feeling formed in your stomach when his gaze met yours, but by now you had learned how to ignore it.

"If he's as great as you say he is, how about you introduce him to me?"

You turned away and fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

Introduce the guy you were dating to one of the most famous people in the world? Introduce him to your best friend, who also happened to be male?

But most of all, introduce him to the man you were trying so hard to admit to yourself you didn't have feelings for?

None of that sounded like a good idea.

"Uhh.. I don't know if that's a good idea, Jinnie..." you mumbled.

Before Jin could respond, a black car pulled up next to his side of the car and the sound of a camera clicking and voices shouting in Korean interrupted your conversation.

"Aiiishhh, come on..." Jin mumbled, putting his sunglasses back on as well as pulling the hood of his sweatshirt over his head.

Despite the windows being expertly tinted, you froze and looked down at your phone, mentally willing the light to turn green.

You had been in this situation before and Jin knew how uncomfortable it made you; not every gossip company followed the laws that were put in place. You knew it was all part of being best friends with Jin, but it still felt weird and invasive.

"Why won't this fucking light turn green?" you heard Jin say under his breath as he continued to ignore the men trying to get a good look at him through the window. He anxiously tapped his foot on the car floor and gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Finally the light turned, and Jin stepped on the accelerator so hard that the engine revved and your back hit the seat.

He quickly turned down a side street and was able to lose the car that had been following.

You let out a sigh of relief.

Jin glanced at you, then gently placed his large hand on your bare knee.

A shock went through your whole body at the mere contact of his skin on yours.

"Sorry, (y/n)-ah. I know you hate that. Are you okay?"

You turned to him and nodded.

"Yeah, it's okay. It's not your fault." you replied quietly.

The two of you drove a few minutes in a content silence, the only noise was the soft tune of Jin's music playing in the background.

"So, can I meet this new boyfriend of yours or not?" Jin suddenly questioned, breaking the silence.

Was there a hint of jealousy in his voice or had you just wishfully imagined it?

"Okay, a)he's not my boyfriend and b)..I just...I don't know..." you responded, biting your lip.

"Well what's the problem?" he asked, still sounding playful but also slightly annoyed.

You pointed towards his window and exclaimed,

"This kind of stuff Seokjin! People follow you everywhere! If we run into them he might get... intimidated or something," your voice got softer, "it's a scary thing to deal with at first..."

Jin removed his hood and ran his hand through his hair. The muscles on his face twitched slightly, a sign he was either thinking hard, feeling stressed, or both.

"Yeah, okay, I understand..." he said with a sigh.

You looked at him for a moment, trying to decipher what he was feeling.

"It's just, well, you've been my best friend for almost three years now, (y/n)," he said suddenly, "And it's the first time you've had serious feelings for a guy in that time. I guess I just think it's important I meet him. I know you best out of anyone in the world and I care about you, you know? I want to make sure you're not with someone who will treat you badly."

You smiled. You loved when Jin got protective.

"So you're like my older brother now?" you joked.

Jin didn't take his eyes off the road and furrowed his eyebrows.

"I don't know if I would say that exactly..." he mumbled.

You let out a heavy sigh. You knew he was right, Jin did know you best out of anyone. And if another guy was going to be in your life it was best to start off honestly; no surprises later about being best friends with an idol known all over the world. So you knew you should definitely tell him about Jin... just maybe not everything about Jin...

"Okay, fine, you can meet him," you grumbled.

A huge smile spread across Jin's face.

"But it's going to be at my apartment, nowhere in public, okay? I'll make you guys dinner or something," you told him.

Jin briefly glanced at you with a cheeky grin.

"Yah, this guy as no idea what he's in for."

You rolled your eyes.

"You better not try anything, Mr. Kim... don't make me regret this."

*

The night Jin and the guy you were seeing, whose name was Andrew and was also a fluent English-speaker studying in Seoul, came faster than you expected, and with every minute leading up to it you became more and more nervous.

Around 6:50pm the doorbell to your apartment rang. You took a deep breath, straightened out your mid-thigh length black dress, ran your fingers through your long hair and opened the door.

"(y/n)-ah!" Jin threw his arms out, smiled wide and wrapped around you in a tight embrace.

"Oh, I thought it was going to be Andrew..." you said, releasing yourself from his grasp and shutting the door behind him.

You felt your heart pound against your chest. Why were you so nervous?

"Well, sorry to disappoint," Jin sat down on the couch and propped his feet up, "So why is this Andrew guy late?"

You leaned against the wall and glared at Jin.

"He's not late, you're just weirdly early."

Jin glanced at his expensive watch and knitted his eyebrows.

"Oh, I guess I am early, sorry (y/n)-ah. But my mother always said, it's better to arrive early than on time!"

You cocked your head and sighed.

"Why are you being so weird?"  

Before Jin could answer the doorbell rang again.

He stood up quickly and followed you to the door.

Your shaky hands smoothed out your hair and dress once more.

"Don't worry (y/n), you look beautiful," Jin whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

You opened the door and there stood Andrew, holding a beautiful bouquet of pink roses and a bottle of white wine.

"Hi, Andrew, come on in," you smiled.

Andrew smiled back and leaned in to kiss the side of your cheek.

"Hey, (y/n). I, uh, brought you these," he handed you the flowers and held up the bottle of wine, "And I brought this, too, though I wasn't sure if you liked wine..."

"She's more of a beer person actually," Jin chimed in from behind you.

Andrew glanced nervously at him then back to you.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

You shook your head and gave him a reassuring smile.

"No, no, it's okay. It was so nice of you, thank you."

You turned to Jin, who towered a good 4 inches over Andrew.

"Andrew, this is my best friend Jin, Jin this is Andrew."

They shook hands as Andrew said,

"Hey man, nice to meet you. I've never really heard your music but I'm sure it's good stuff based on how popular it is."

You noticed Jin's grip on Andrew's hand get tighter.

"Mmmhmm thanks, you really should listen to it sometime," Jin replied.

"So, dinner is ready if you guys are hungry we can eat now," you suggested, leading them into the dining room.

"Oh, yeah, I'm starved, eating sounds great," Andrew responded following you, with Jin not far behind.

The boys took their seats; the table was set with you sitting at the head and Andrew and Jin sitting across from each other.

"The roast is in the oven and the vegetables are on the stove so I'm going to go grab them and bring them out. I'll be right back."

Andrew started to get out of his chair.

"Do you need any help?" he asked.

But before you could reply Jin shot up from his seat.

"No, no, I got it" he said to him, walking towards you and the kitchen door.

"Oh..okay..." Andrew hesitantly sat back down as Jin and you entered the kitchen.

"Can you please STOP?" you whispered harshly at Jin, shoving the pot of green beans in his hands.

Jin failed at hiding the grin on his face.

"Stop what?" he asked innocently, giving you a wink.

You rolled your eyes.

"You know what, Jin. Come on, give the guy a break."

The two of you went back into the dining room and placed the food on the table. Then you dished it out and you all started eating in an awkward silence.

Andrew was the first to break it, turning to you and asking,

"So how long have you guys been friends?"

Jin spoke up quickly, with a heap of semi-chewed green beans still in his mouth.

"Oh we've been best friends for about 3 years now. We actually met at a fansign event for my band. It's a funny story, (y/n) came down the line of my fellow members and started massively freaking out when she got to me. It was the cutest thing ever. She had the absolute BIGGEST crush on me, like to the point of obsession-"

You quickly cut him off.

"It wasn't THAT big..." you laughed nervously, glancing at Andrew.

Jin shook his head.

"No, it was, it was. Remember? After we became friends you even admitted you were that obsessed with me. Anyways, she just seemed so goofy and adorable and sweet I just knew I had to see her again. So I asked for her number and the next time I was in America we hung out. Then she moved here for graduate school and I guess the rest is history!"

Andrew chuckled slightly and cleared his throat.

"That is, uh, yeah, a funny story..."

Then there was silence again.

"I actually just got back from a trip to Japan with my family," Andrew said, "It was so beautiful. Have you ever been to Japan, (y/n)?"

"(y/n) and I went to Japan last year, just for a fun vacation right after I finished my world tour," Jin answered for you, "you're right, it was beautiful. Not as beautiful as Nice in France though, right (y/n)-ah? We went there a few months ago. All around Europe actually; England, France, Italy... it was a great trip. I didn't really want to go at first, but of course she convinced me. She had wanted to go for years so I just couldn't say no."

The rest of dinner went mostly like that. Andrew would direct questions towards you, but Jin would always answer them before you could even open your mouth. By the time the three of you were finished with the meal, you had barely spoken at all. You knew Jin was doing it to keep an eye out for you, but it was getting very annoying.

And apparently you weren't the only person who thought so.

"I made pie for dessert," you said, starting to rid up the plates, "I'll go grab it from the kitchen," Jin started to get up but you stopped him, "And I don't need help, thank you, I'll get it myself."

You went into the kitchen and placed the dirty dishes in the sink, sighing to yourself. Tonight was not going how you had planned.

You grabbed the homemade apple pie you had made off the countertop and turned around, only to be met with Andrew standing behind you.

"Andrew," you said, "hey."

He scratched the back of his head and looked down at his feet.

"(y/n), listen, I think I'm actually going to head out..."

You looked at him in shock and put the pie back down.

"What? You don't have to go... why are you leaving?"

He sighed and looked up at you.

"Well, if I'm being honest... it kind of seems like there's something going on between you two," he gestured toward the dining room. Toward Jin.

You stared at him in disbelief.

"Look, don't get me wrong, you're a great girl, I just... I don't feel comfortable. It just seems like you guys have some things to work out. I don't really want to stick around like an idiot just waiting for the girl he's dating to tell him she has feelings for her best friend."

You shook your head and put your hands up. Was this really happening? You were getting rejected because of Jin?

"No, no, no, I don't have feelings for Jin... we really are just friends."

But it came out way less convincing than you thought it would.

Andrew sighed.

"Okay, well, it was nice hanging out with you," he kissed your cheek, "good luck with everything."

And with that he walked out of the kitchen and you heard the front door open then shut behind him.

Suddenly you felt furious.

Furious at Andrew because he was right, you did have feelings for Jin. Furious at Jin for wrecking any chance of getting over those feelings. But mostly furious at yourself for still wishing Jin felt that way about you, too.

Your hands balled up into fists as you walked back into the dining room.

Jin was standing up, a smug smile plastered across his face.

You glared at him and stomped towards him, pushing his chest with your hands.

"What the hell, Seokjin-ah?? I thought I told you to be nice! Now he's gone and-" but before you could finish Jin grabbed your wrists, bent his head down and put his plump, soft lips on yours.

He kissed you tenderly as your body melted into his. Your heart started to feel fuller than ever and all the anger just seemed to disappear.

You pulled away and was met with Jin smiling down softly at you.

"Aiisshh, it's about time he left," he said, holding you at your waist.

You stared at him confusingly.

"I-I don't understand.."

He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear and studied your face.

"Listening to you talk about another guy, thinking about you with another guy, and especially seeing you with another guy made me so... mad. Right when he came in it hit me how much I wanted it to be me with you, not him, not anyone else. I love you, (y/n), I've loved you since we met that day three years ago."

You smiled wide and couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"Oh Jinnie-ah... I love you, too."

Then you both shared another wonderful kiss followed by a delicious slice of apple pie.

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[moon-caramel]

Good Boy | JJk

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→ Pairing: Jungkook x reader♀

→ Summary: You reward Jungkook after he confess his feelings

→ Gendre:  Smut ♔

→ Warnings: Dom!reader, Sub! jungkook (yeah I have a Dom fem kink sometimes), noona kink, oral (female/male), orgasm denial.

→ Word count: 1,8K

The room was lit by the outside lights, sitting on the edge of the bed, Jungkook had his eyes focus in the window, the people walking around drunk from the party, and his mind full of thoughts torturing him.

He saw you flirty with Hoseok,, maybe he was overreacting, it could have been just a stupid talk, you are friendly by nature, that's something he loves about you, if only he could ask, if he could ask you to give your attention to him and no one else he would, but he had no right to do it, he can’t say or think about it because you two are not that serious.

How silly would he be to think about it, he should be happy that you give him any attention, wanting more of you but not being able to ask for it.

“there you are” your voice wakes him from his thoughts, your figure peeked out the door, you close the door with your back “were you hiding from me baby?”

You walk towards him, with your short skirt and a black shirt, even in the most ordinary clothes you look heavenly to him

“ah, noona, how could I” Jungkook gave you the brightest smile he could, but the tired tone of his voice was noticeable 

“are you okay?” you sit next to him, your arms are already wrapping his shoulders

“Yes”

“I know something's in your mind, tell me”

“It’s just something stupid”

“Kookie please tell me”

Jungkook breathe out, knowing you would not take a no for an answer, he’s been thinking about the moment to confess his feelings, this is it “I got jealous I think, I saw you with Hoseok and you were so happy”

“You got jealous of Hoseok?”

“Not exactly, I got sad because.. well I just want you just for me” his eyes are glue to the tip of his shoes, to shy to look at you after his confession

Your drop your arms on top of your legs “But kookie you know I’m only with you-”

“not like that” He cut you off, eyes turning to your face. “I mean, I just want.. I don’t care if you are talking to another guy as long as I can put my arm around you..” You’re quite, still looking at him “So that people know your mine, and I’m yours of course”

You can see him clearly, his eyes full with passion and nervousness, waiting for your answer, this time you turn your eyes avoiding his eyes, what he’s asking is not easy to answer. You haven't been in a serius and public relationship in a long time, for you things are more fun in the shadows, not letting others give an opinion, but Jungkook adds a weak spot in you, he’s warm, fun and caring, you’ve always felt controuble with him, even before you both start fucking around. Someone who has the look of a typical fuck boy, but is nothing more than a cinnamon roll.

“I don't really see the point in public relationships.” Jungkook is already preparing himself for you rejection, he knew this could happen, but he knew he would regret not telling you about his feelings.

“But, if I’m going to have one, you are the only one who I see myself with” 

He doesn't waste time, too happy knowing you want the same, with him, a second to look in your eyes and see there are not lies, his lips are on yours, you start moving in soft sinconace, your arms wraps him back again, while his pull you from your waist so you can be closer to him. His tongue passes your bottom lip, asking permission to pass them, you open your mouth but before he can move his tongue is yours that passes to his mouth, he can hide that little moan escaping from him, your hands frame his jaw, maintaining his face in the perfect angle.

The kiss is slow but strong, and Jungkook starts to feel weak in your power, you break the kiss, even in the dark you can see Jungkook cheeks painted in soft pink.

“Tell me baby do you really want me that badly” you use your finger to lift his chin, making sure you can see his face directly.

“Yes, I really want you noona”

You love seeing his soft side, the way he admires you like a goddess, this man that is only yours now, you move your lips close to his ear to whisper.

“Then show me.. get on your knees” you can feel his breath getting tense as he does what you order him.

In his knees looking up at you with his doe eyes, you suit your body to face him, you notice he's starting to get anxious, wanting to do whatever you ask him to do. You move your legs apart, your skirt lifts a little, enough to show your panties, you tell him to remove them, which he does at the second. He can look at you pussy starting to get wet, licking his lips wanting so much to eat you, his expression is pretty obvious, making you giggle how hungry he looks just for your pussy.

“Know, show me how much you want me” 

Jungkook goes to kissing your thigh, you thought he would go to your cunt first, is not that important, he want to take his time, he moves to your entrance using his tongue to give your labia, making you moan you move your hand to grab his head, caressing his hair and pushing him to go deeper.

He moves his tongue deeper, moving in circles pressing it against your wall, he starts to devore you in any way he can, your skirt is already up as much as it can be, you try to control your moaning but is hard when he start to play with your clit, moving his thumb to massage it. 

“Mhaa, Jug.. kook.. ah!”

Jungkook growling against your pussy, like a man (or beast) that wasn’t fed in days. This is what he loves, he’s so proud of being the only one who can make you feel this good, wanting to be used to your pleasure.

“Fuuck don’t stop” you whine, you’re close to come, your body starts to move in anticipation, Jungkook can feel your walls shiver in his tongue, and he works harder, giving pressure to your clit and moving his tongue faster. 

Your orgasm comes in second, your body stop, and you lock Jungkook head between your thighs, he stop his movent to feel as much as he can of your walls clenching around his tongue, once your orgasm is gone and you’re relaxed you feel him savoring your juices, making you whine, his tongue moves softly making sure to taste you all.

He moves his face away, such a proud look in his face. “Did I make you feel good noona?”

“So good baby, you deserve a reward don’t you think?”

“Yes please noona”

“stand up and take off your pants” 

He does your request, pulling his pants down, staying in a plain t-shirt and his boxers, not being enough for you, you tell him to get rid of the t-shirt. Now standing in front of you, almost naked you palm the bulge in his boxers, Jungkook jumps a little in your touch, you move your hand by the length of his erection, you pass your thumb in the tip until you can feel his pre-cum staining the fabric.

“I’m gonna let you choose your reward baby, handjob or blowjob, your choice” 

“Blo.. Blowjob please” 

In any other day you could give him both, hell, looking at Jungkook body being so work out you always think about let him play the role for the dom one day, lettin him fuck you however he wants, but thats for another day, you can’t help to be a little greedy about who is in control. 

You pull his boxers down carefully, until his member jumps free ready to be sucked off, the veins already visible and his head covered in precum. You start to give it a few strokes filing it hardening in your touch.

“You got so big and hard already, does my pussy make you feel this good?” 

“Yes, no..noona, your pussy is.. the best” Jungkook eyes were glued on the movement that his cock was receiving, already falling into pleasure.

“good boy” 

Those were your last words, soon after he saw your mouth swallowing half his shaft, red lips around it, your tongue moving around his salty leather, you start bobbing your head up and down, Jungkook head fall into pleasure, his shorts broken moans inspire you to go further, in every sucking his cock reach further in your throat.

Jungkook tries to keep his hands to himself, he knows well he can’t do anything without asking you first, (a lesson he learned after grabbing your ass while you were riding him, you cuffing him to the bed the full night).

“Nn noona f, feels so good. Can I.. can i tou.. touch your heead?”

You don’t answer, you just grab his hand and gide it to the back of head, he knew you would let him as long as he ask, he is your good boy after all, stroking the locks in your hair, he looks back at you, he find you mouth already in the base off his cock, and your eyes looking up to him, a scene that always kill him, the way you take him full, better than anyone who ever try, his full cock inside your warm and wet mouth, your tongue moving up and down in sync with your head, and your eyes looking him with pure lust.

He’s close to come, Junkook tries tell you about it between his trembling voice, although you know by now,  you can feel the skin in your mouth twitching, you start to squeeze his base, adding pressure slowly, making of Jungkook nothing but a mess, mumbling muddled words, even if you can see his face you’re pretty sure there tears popping up in the corners of his eyes.

You wish you could see that face, red checks, his bamby teary eyes and looking at you with idolization. 

The deep groan pulls you out of your thoughts, and in one second his coock releases his cum, the thick and bitter fluid fills your cheeks, You keep sucking to pull all of it out, until there's no space inside your mouth. 

You let his member free, to swallow the cum, is so much, you want to fill your cunt as well

“No- nona I’m sorry. I should warn you before”

“I don’t mind baby, your cum taste better than ever”

You pull Jungkook into the bed with you, as soon as you touch his lips, he receives your tongue in his open mouth.

“Is it because you can call me your girlfriend now?” you tease, he nods trying to hide his blush.

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[btsfaris]

exes and oh’s

summary: sometimes you feel like San is too good to be true.. or maybe he’s too good for you? length: 1,758 pairing: choi san x insecure reader genre: angst, fluff, suggestive smut

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San was such a bright and happy soul, despite his chiseled features and muscular frame, he was such a happy pill inside. He was the type of person to make new friends or talk to anyone randomly like they were close pals. That was one of the reasons you loved him so much, and you’re forever grateful that he has that sort of character–as you would probably not be dating had he not approached you first.

You were simply walking through downtown where all the shops were, to buy a few things you needed and the sweet scent of coffee coming from an open door to a cafe caught your attention. Not thinking too much of it, you walk in and look at the menu, deciding what you wanted to reward yourself with; after such a long day of shopping.

“I usually go for an white chocolate mocha–not too bitter and not too sweet,” a figure beside you speaks up and you jump slightly at the sound.

He gives you the sweetest smile, his eyes nearly closed and dimples on his smooth cheeks. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, just thought you needed a bit of help,” he continues to grin and you can’t help but to smile back.

“That’s okay.. I was going to get a caramel latte though, but thank you for the suggestion,” you give him a nod and he hums.

“So you like your coffee sweet? Guess it’s true what they say; you are what you eat,” he says, and a blush rises on your cheeks at the sudden compliment. Before you can get another word in, he is next in line and orders for himself. He turns around, handing you the receipt and you look at him confused before reading the small paper and seeing your order on there as well. When you look up, he gives you a soft wink and you bite back a swoon.

You bow at him thankfully, before turning to sit at the end of the cafe, far too shy to sit next to the handsome boy who just bought you a drink. Besides he seemed like he was nice to everyone, you really shouldn’t think much of it.

That is until the guy once again stands in front of you a few minutes later and places your coffee on the table before sitting down. “Kinda hoped you’d sit next to me,” he sighs playfully and looks at you with practically sparkling eyes. Seriously, could this guy get any cuter?

“I’m San by the way, I hope I’m not being rude and you’re just trying to get rid of me. It’s just that you’re very beautiful and I was hoping to get your number?” He gives you a hopeful look while you give him a confused one. This incredibly attractive person wants your number? Is he blind?

“O-Oh,” you blink repeatedly before nodding, and he takes out his phone almost instantaneously, handing it to you. You punch your number in before he gives you a quick call so you can have his number as well.

“Great, what’s your name love?” San smiles.

“It’s y/n,” you say softly.

From that point on, you texted daily and even went on a couple of dates. By the 5th date, San walked you to your door just like any other time but this time, finally asked you to be his girlfriend officially. Surprising you in all honesty, you never thought someone as perfect as him would be interested in someone like you. He was all around an amazing guy, with a bubbly personality and very dedicated to his career as an idol.

So here you are now, a few months into the relationship and at a friend’s birthday party with a bunch of other people you don’t really know. Originally you wanted to stay at home and watch movies on San’s only night off in weeks but after hours of begging, he managed to convince you to go out with him. You’re a couple drinks in and chatting against a wall with a childhood friend of his when a female voice cuts him off.

“Choi San? Is that you?” A pretty girl walks up and has a shocked look on her face.

“Lee Nari? What are you doing here?” San exclaims, a smile growing on his face.

“I came for (friend’s name)’s birthday of course? Did you forget we all went to the same high school as you?” She teases and you’re confused at the two.

“Ah, well it has been a long time,” he blushes, and for some reason it doesn’t settle well in your stomach at the sight. He seems to remember your presence before clearing his throat, “this is my girlfriend y/n,” he introduces you and she gives you a polite bow.

“And this is Nari, my uh,” he scratches the back of his neck, “friend.”

“Just a friend huh? Wah, is the idol life finally getting to you? I didn’t date you for that long so I could be a friend,” she nudges him playfully and it seems to go over his head that she’s his ex when he retorts. “Yah, I’m still the same country boy I was years ago, I just dance and sing a little better.”

You keep quiet as the two interact for the next hour, wondering the real reason they’re not together anymore. They seemed like the perfect pair, she was equally as bubbly and energetic as him. Not to mention she was prettier, with a nicer smile that almost reminded you of San. The only thing you can come up with of their break up is that he left for his training and split, no loss of feelings necessarily and the thought is what makes you go at your breaking point.

Rather than telling San, you walk away from the pair and head outside for some air. Sitting on the curb of the sidewalk outside the apartment complex, you analyze your relationship with your sweet boyfriend so far. What exactly could you offer to him? He was far out of your league, a freaking idol of all things! Maybe this was your wake up call. That you weren’t meant to be with San after all.

It’s been a while since you’ve sat outside, and it only furthers your sadness since he hasn’t noticed your absence yet. Probably too busy flirting with Nari. You pull out your phone and sniff as tears start to roll down your cheeks, typing a message to San.

you: let’s end this 11:36pm

You’re about to walk home when a pair of hands pull you back into a hug. You know it’s San when he rests his chin on your shoulder. “Where have you been honey? I’ve been looking for you!” He chuckles, turning you around. When he sees your red eyes, his expression softens and he reaches out to pull you into an embrace. You swat his hand away and he looks shocked, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“Go back inside San, I don’t want to ruin the party for you,” you mumble, wiping your cheeks with your hands and continue walking.

“Wait, hold on,” he’s quick on his feet and pulls you back, “did I do something?”

“Can you just please leave me alone,” you huff, crossing your arms, “please check your phone too, maybe it’ll help.”

He’s confused, but pulls his phone out. “Y/n..” he whispers, looking up at you again with now watery eyes.

“I’m sorry San, this just isn’t going to work out,” you mumble, “tonight made me realize we’re just too different people, we just don’t belong together..”

“Y/n.. come on, you don’t mean that. W-We’re perfect, you’re perfect, you get me better than anyone!” His voice cracks, making your heart wince, “what can I do? how can I show you how much I love you?”

“Wouldn’t you rather be with Nari?” You mutter quietly, looking at your feet.

“Nari? Is this because of her?”

“San.. come on now, don’t tell me you don’t still have feelings for her. I saw the way you looked at her! You ignored me for an hour and flirted with her..” your eyes water again at the memory, “you guys just seemed to click, we’re not the same.”

“Of course we’re the same!-“ he throws his hands up in frustration with brows furrowed, “y/n I’m in love with you, not her! She’s my ex for a reason!”

“And you guys probably broke up because you left to Seoul right? Because of the distance? Don’t tell me I’m wrong,” you give him a look and he frowns.

“Partly yes–but she didn’t want me to go. She hated that I wanted to be an idol, she wanted a normal relationship and told me I was ridiculous for trying to follow my dream. How could I be with someone who wanted to hold me back?” He explains, a serious expression on his face that you’ve never seen before, “but with you it’s different, you support me 100%, you don’t care if I’m miles or countries away. You give me so much love and care that I’m so grateful for.”

He comes closer until he can hold onto your hands and you feel his body tremble, like he’s terrified to let you go, “I don’t think I’ve loved anyone more than I love you, so please don’t doubt yourself. Please don’t leave me, I need you.”

You’re sure your makeup is ruined completely at this point and black is covering your cheeks but you don’t care. “What if I’m not good enough for you? What if you’re wasting your time on someone like me?”

He sucks in a breath when he hears you finally voice your insecurities, “Baby, don’t you ever say that. If anyone is not good enough, it’s me,” he pulls you into his arms and pets your hair, “I’m always gone, and you’re always waiting for me. Sometimes I worry that a normal guy will walk in and take you away from me, give you the kind of relationship that I can’t give you. The kind that you deserve. But I’m a selfish man, and I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.”

“I want you anyway I can have you San, I love you,” you mumble into his neck and he lets out a shaky sigh as his embrace tightens at your words.

“Then please don’t ever think that you’re not enough for me, because even I don’t deserve you,” San gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“Okay,” you say softly and lift your head to look at him.

He gives you the familiar sparkly eyes that you’ve grown to adore and his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. You stand there for minutes, holding each other close until you finally need air.

“Now let’s go home, so I can really show you how much I love you.”

[aizawasbodypillow]

Truly Madly Deeply

Ship: All Might x Reader Prompt: Was for my BNHA Hangout server collab before I had to move blogs Length: over 1k A/N: Soft Toshinori is my jam.  I love him so much.

The sigh escaped as you spotted Toshinori hunched over the desk softly snoring after another long day at UA.  He was going to run himself ragged if he kept it up and you didn’t have any idea on how to distract him.  As long as you’d known him, he was single minded in his purpose and goal.  “The Symbol of Peace” was all he’d been known as for so long, but now he only had teaching.  All Might was still a name on the people’s lips but it wasn’t as positive as it used to be.  You reached over and plucked the cell phone hanging limply from his fingers.  A series of articles flashed across the screen and another heavy sigh passed your lips.

“Oh Toshinori.  You shouldn’t listen to these people.  You never have before.”  The headlines talked of chaos and fear that people were experiencing.  Without All Might how will we survive?  That one made you shake your head.  Toshinori already put so much on his shoulders, he didn’t need to be reading the public doing the same.  You gently set the phone down beside his head and nudged his shoulder.  

He straightened up like a shot as his eyes darted around the room.  Leftover from his hero days no doubt.  The electric blue landed on your form and the lines eased from around his eyes and mouth.  His voice was whisper soft as he murmured your name and held out a hand for you. “Did I fall asleep again?”  You ran your fingers through his hair as he wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging until you were pressed against him.

“You work so hard Toshi. It’s okay to take a break every now and then you know?”  He sighed and you could already hear his argument in your head and heart.  Instead of arguing you pressed a kiss to the top of his head.  “Let’s get you into bed.  If you stay out here then you’ll do nothing but complain about your back hurting tomorrow.”

“Are you insinuating that I am old?”  You paused and tucked your tongue into your cheek.

“Well…  If we put the candles on your birthday cake next year we may have to call the fire department.”  You let that sink in for a second before squealing when his fingers gently pinched an ass cheek.  “Hey!”

“And you’re too cheeky for your own good.”  You leaned down and pressed your lips to his with the laughter on your lips.  He loved this.  The quiet times, the times where he’d get to taste your laugh on your lips. There had been too many days in the past where he’d thought he’d never get to come home to you.  Now.  Now he was able to see you almost every day.  Like he’d once dreamed about when he first met you.  

“But you love how cheeky I get.  If I remember right…”  You flashed him a wicked grin.  “You fell in love with me the day you rescued me.”  The memory was a treasured one.

“And you told me.  If I remember, to kiss your ass.”  The memory always brought a chuckle out of him. You’d been the only one to never be in awe of who he was.  He was All Might but he wasn’t All Might to you.  He’d greatly appreciated never having to worry about your love being because of hero worship.  You loved him for being Toshinori.  

“I was not having a good day that day.  At least up until the number one asked for my phone number.”  He coughed to cover up the embarrassment of that blunder.  He’d been so shocked at being told where to shove his rescuing that he’d blurted out the question: Can I have your number?

“And I still remember what your face looked like.”  Toshinori protested only slightly when you gently tugged him up out of his chair. Even in his smaller form he was still a tall man.  Your lips twitched as you heard the creak and pop of his joints as he stood.  “Not a word.”  You swallowed the giggle that threatened to spill out.

“I am offended you’d think I’d say anything.”  His eyes narrowed as your voice shook with barely constrained amusement.  

“I hear you get up in the morning too.”  Toshinori chuckled at the shocked gasp that he got from you.  “What did you compare yourself to this morning?”  He grasped his chin as if in thought.  You lightly smacked his shoulder as you knew perfectly well what you said.  “Ah yes. A bowl of Rice Krispies.”  

“Rude.”  You stuck out your tongue at him as you walked down the hall to the bedroom with him.  Toshinori chuckled at your childish display.  He hoped you never lost it.  Throughout it all you never treated him reverently.  Like some idol to be worshipped.  Anytime he came home and there had been a chore forgotten he’d get an earful about it.  At home he wasn’t All Might and he loved that about you.  Loved that with you.  He loved you.

“You wouldn’t have me any other way.”  You turned to look at him and the look in your eyes stopped him in his tracks. There wasn’t a trace of amusement in your eyes but what was there stole his breath.  His hand lifted for your cheek as his thumb brushed over the skin there. He knew your face and could see it in his dreams.  Could picture every single feature when he closed his eyes.  This wasn’t the first time he’d seen the emotion shining in your eyes but it was the first time it had stolen his breath.  He was afraid that touching it or speaking of it would shatter it and he’d be left standing in the shards of your love.

“No.  I wouldn’t have you any other way than what you are Toshinori.” You leaned in and kissed him gently. Just a feather soft brush of your lips against his but the wealth of emotion behind the kiss weighed it down. He found himself sinking into the kiss, tugging you back for more with the hand on your cheek.  A soft sound left your parted lips as his sealed over them. It was almost his undoing hearing the quiet sigh.  

His hand tensed against your cheek and your hand automatically covered his.  The gentle touch anchored him and he lifted his head. You smiled at him as he pressed his forehead against yours.  “If I didn’t have to go in early tomorrow.”  You couldn’t stop the stupid smile that made its way on your lips.

“Oh?  And what would that be Mr. All Might?”  The mischief in your voice had a laugh slipping past his own lips.  “Will you keep me up all night lecturing me on my devious ways?”  That broke him and the laughter filled the room.  It was one of the first times you’d teased him you’d but you’d been bare ass naked when you’d said it.  His genuine confusion had caused you to laugh so hard you’d choked. That first time together had been filled with laughter which had eased his nerves with you.  He’d fallen completely head over heels with you the moment he’d seen you laughing without a stitch of clothes on.

“You wish.”  He snorted in reply as he tugged you in close for a hug.  His eyes landed on the table by his side of the bed and what was in it.  He’d never been able to do it while he’d been number one and he still wasn’t sure he could without villains targeting you.  Despite not being the number one hero, he still had a wealth of enemies that would look for any opening to hurt him.  He felt your arms wrap around him and your heart racing against your chest.  Just like his.  All these years and he still felt his heart jump whenever he walked into the room with you.

“Boo.  You’re no fun.”  You softened your words with a kiss to his cheek and a grin on your lips. He squeezed you in a tight hug despite your laughing protests.  They were muffled as he gave you another kiss before releasing you.

“What would you say if I asked you to marry me?”  That brought you up short.  There’d been talk about marriage and why it was never a good idea.  To be honest you’d been okay with it.  The Symbol of Peace had too many enemies at his back and you understood his concerns.  Rather than have him worry every time while out, and potentially put others in danger, you agreed to remain as a committed partner.  It had worked out well for the two of you all these years.

“Come on Toshinori. You told me why that wasn’t a good idea years ago.”  You gently nudged his shoulder with a nervous laugh.  Why would he bring it up again?  Nerves tangled in your belly.  Was he worried about what would happen to you when the inevitable happened? Your fingers tightened on his sleeves as he gazed into your eyes.  “Toshi?” The quiet question broke him from his thoughts.

“I’m no longer the Symbol of Peace.  I’ll always have enemies but I have to put my faith in the heroes that are out there today. Put my faith into young Midoriya and his classmates that they will be able to fill my shoes.”  He reached up and brushed the backs of his fingers over your cheek.  “But I can’t picture my life without you in it.”  Your heart squeezed tight at the soft look on his face.  As if there was no one else in this world but you.  The nerves warmed your belly as you tried to figure out what he was trying to say.

“Toshi?”  He stepped towards the bed and pulled open the top drawer of his nightstand.  You followed his movements and your eyes widened when he pulled out the velvet box. It looked so tiny in his hand. Like a children’s toy given from a capsule machine but you had a sinking feeling that there was no child’s toy in that box.  You whispered his name again as he turned back to you.

“Do you know when I first bought this?”  You shook your head.  You had no clue he even had the box.  He held it out for you and you gently lifted it with only slightly shaky fingers.  “Go ahead.”  You tilted your head in confusion but flipped open the top of the box. The gasp left your lips.  The ring was nestled against the same velvet that made the box.  The cut and stones were perfect.  

“Toshi.  I.”  He placed his finger against your lips and gently shook his head.

“Please.  I had thought of this years ago.  There just.”  He sighed as he looked at your face.  The shock, the love, and the barely restrained emotion there.  “There just didn’t seem to be a right time.  I know there will always be enemies dogging my heels because of who I was.  I can’t avoid that.”  His voice was low and serious as he spoke while his hands took the box from you. He plucked the ring out of the velvet and let the box drop between you.  “But I can’t live without you in my life.  Never have been.  Since the very first time you told me to kiss your ass.”  That earned him a shaky burst of laughter from you.  “I’ve wanted to make it something that will last.  Be forever.”

“It already is Toshi. I don’t need a ring on my finger to make it any more real.”  Your quiet words reassured him that you did love him.  Had loved him for all of these years.  You put up with so much but he wanted to see the ring on your finger. Making you his.  A visible show to the world that you were his partner, his love, and anyone who dared to get between you would be in for a world of hurt.

“I know.”  He pressed his lips against your forehead as he held the ring between his fingers.  “We don’t need to have it to make our love real.  I want to ask and do this right.”  He stepped back and dropped down to one knee.  “I want you to be mine.  And to show the rest of the world that what we have is real.  And nothing they do can ever break it apart.”  

Tears misted your vision as he held the ring up to you.  You barely saw it thanks to them but you managed a nod.  “I will Toshi.  Always.” He slipped it onto your finger the cool metal warming quick on your skin.  You’d never dared hope you could get married to Toshi one day.  It just hadn’t seemed possible.  He was the Symbol of Peace.  Now?  Now he could be Toshinori Yagi and soon you’d be able to share that last name.  You liked the sound of that.  You looked back at him to tell him how much you loved him when you noticed his discomfort.  “Toshi?”

“Well.”  He coughed as he tried not to give away his predicament.

“Toshinori Yagi.  Are you telling me you can’t get up?”  He had the grace to flush but you leaned down and wrapped your arms under his.  He slowly got up and sighed at your laughter.  He didn’t want to know what you were going to say.  Likely something full of snark and teasing but it would make him laugh anyway.

“Go ahead and say it.” You laughed at the resignation in his voice.  You stepped back after he was on his feet and gave him a mischievous grin.

“Should I be the one carrying you over the threshold then?”  You laughed as he moved lightning quick and had you in his arms.  Despite the wiry build he still had enough in him to lift you up.  “Toshi! I’m heavy!  Put me down before you hurt your back!”  

“Okay.”  He stepped over to the bed and dropped you like a rock onto it.  You cursed his name as he laughed before joining you on it, pinning you down with his weight.  “I do love you.”  His words stopped your struggling as you looked up at him in surprise. “Madly.  Deeply.”  He pressed a kiss against your lips to punctuate each word.  “And forever.”

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

0X1=?, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You were one and he made you both zero. He has it all, a stable life, all that money, a wife lined up, and your body as his drug, him coming back for hit after hit. They called you a bad influence. You called yourself Jeon Jungkook's ex.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; angst; cheating; stereotyping of tattoos; reader is verbally abused by JK's wealthy parents; JK and reader are foolish, wounded animals and act accordingly; rough hate sex (fem reader, biting / marking / scratching, f and m-receiving oral, cowgirl, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS - exes, tattooed, rich!Jungkook x rebellious!reader, ft cameo of Kim Taehyung as JK's best friend

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now playing – 0X1=LOVESONG (i know i love you) by txt ft. pH-1, Woodie Gochild, Seori

"I hate you."

"Join the club. Current members, me."

He narrowed his eyes and tossed his keys onto the table next to the door, kicking off his sneakers.

"We gonna fuck or what?"

You raised an eyebrow. "You tell me you hate me and then you want to fuck?"

"Stranger things have happened. I could tell you I love you."

You made a gagging noise. "Disgusting."

He pretended to be shocked. "How could you say such a thing?"

You slammed the door shut and walked past him, not saying anything. You heard him stride behind you, following to your bedroom.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Right, and I'm a dog. We done lying now?"

"You are a dog," you replied, falling onto the bed.

His head popped into view, long black hair hanging down, half of it pinned back to reveal his undercut and two dangling black earrings on his right ear.

"You fuck dogs? Nasty. I'm not into bestiality, sorry."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Shut the fuck up, Jungkook."

Jeon Jungkook cocked an eyebrow, adjusting his black turtleneck by hooking a finger on the collar and sliding it from side to side, the small tattoos on his knuckles and fingers dancing with the action.

"Why are you stressed like a nun?"

He clicked his tongue. "Her idea of getting freaky was trying to chew my neck off. Went full piranha on me."

You snorted. "Maybe you deserve it. Would have saved me the trouble."

"Ha, ha, very funny."

He glared at you and you glared back from the bed.

"So, how was fucking my best friend?" he snapped.

You scoffed. "I didn't fuck Taehyung. I told you already."

"That's not what he said."

"So what? I've never seen his dick or had it near my pussy. If he wants to make up shit, that's his prerogative."

Jungkook didn't look like he believed you, but you weren't the one cheating on your girlfriend with your ex, so it wasn't something you cared about. He narrowed his eyes.

"Swear."

"On what?" you shot back. "Your right nut?"

"Your life."

You snorted. "Well apparently to you, that ain't worth shit."

He was reaching for the bottom of his turtleneck and pulling it up and over his head. You felt a tinge of annoyance, seeing the dark, spotted bites on his side and shoulder. He yanked the article of clothing over his head and you spied the one on his neck, a blotted, messy patch of red-purple. It was ugly on his pretty tan skin.

You could do better.

"Your girlfriend know the meaning of sexy?"

"She's not my girlfriend."

"That's not what she or your parents think."

"She and my parents can suck each other's dicks."

"Didn't know you liked dick. Guess that's why we didn't work out."

He tossed his turtleneck aside and growled, crawling onto the bed. Large, powerful, shoulders flexing, copious black tattoos covering his right arm and shoulder, a full sleeve. On the inside of his right bicep was a skull with a knife in its head.

You picked that one, a long time ago.

You looked into his eyes.

He had noticed you glancing at it.

She's ruining your life! Look at you! Tattoos all over your arm and hand! How could you get these ugly things?

Jungkook didn't say anything. He just grabbed your arm and started yanking your clothes off, just like how you grabbed his pants and started pulling them off his body, throwing them violently aside.

Don't you dare speak to our son ever again, you good-for-nothing whore. You think we wouldn't notice your poisonous influence sullying him? It took us months to find a nice, sensible girl willing to put up with your mistakes!

Hands and skin and teeth and hate, tumbling onto the covers, the taste of his flesh on your tongue and his cologne attacking your nose, his large hands gripping your soft thighs, pushing them apart, looking down into those chocolate eyes, the voices melding together, arguments, tirades, chaos, a fucking mess of you biting your tongue while Jungkook stood there and did nothing to defend you.

I hate you so fucking much, Jungkook!

And calling my parents dogs licking the shit off countryside roads is any better? The fuck is wrong with you?!

They were eating me alive in there and you said nothing! Absolutely nothing! I'd go to hell and back for you and you couldn't even say a single fucking word!

You were in hell. You came back.

And now you were in hell again.

"Damn, she must be fucking horrible at making you feel good if you keep coming to me."

Jungkook rolled his eyes and you clamped your thighs around his head, nearly a triangle choke as you dragged him along the sheets, him half-crawling to follow you, shuddering at the close proximity of your pussy to his face. When he spoke, his warm breath saturated your wetness.

"She doesn't even taste half as good as you and never fucking listens when I tell her what I like," he grumbled.

"Yeah? You tell her you like it when you shove your face into pussy?"

He scowled.

"Like I said, she doesn't taste good. I never give her head."

And he attached his lips to your heat, slurping noisily, sighing in satisfaction as you squeezed his head with your thighs, hot and slick tongue sparking your sensitive skin, fuck, yes, this is what pussy should taste like, so sweet, fuck, familiar and erotic, his hands sliding up and gripping your ass, firm and solid while staring up at you, opening his mouth and letting you see the pink, wet muscle flick and dance over your clit, ghosting it with pleasure but not giving it to you, your honey-like juices glistening on his lips and chin.

You clenched your jaw. "Get serious already. Stop fucking around."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes.

"I'm always serious with you."

His lips closed in and he made your mind go blank, soft black hair fanning out on your thigh, fast, swift, powerful licks all over your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending shocks and jolts of pleasure shooting up your spine from your core, one of your hands twisting in his hair, bunching it up, his sharp jaw cutting into your inner thighs because you were squeezing so hard, but Jungkook didn't care, always saying, do it, choke me with your thighs, if I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die eating you out, his long fingers splayed out over your ass and pushing your hips into his face, making you hump his waiting mouth and his punishing tongue, hot flames of desire taking over, your head tipping back, pulling on his long hair, moans of his name tumbling from your throat, suck harder, fuck, seeing black from the sudden blinding tension, his skillful tongue fiercely teasing your engorged clit in the overwhelming tightness, snapping the strings of sanity.

"J-Jungkook!"

The impossible high, the violent shivers, shooting into accelerated free-fall, your fingers unclasping from his hair and pushing his head into your throbbing core, his tongue shoving into your folds and moaning at the sensation of your muscles clamping around it, sucking it all out, your orgasm consumed by his greedy mouth.

Your name vibrated in your own pussy, delivered by sinning lips and hazy dark brown orbs drugged with lust.

Back then, when it was falling apart, you told Jungkook all sorts of things and he said all sorts of things back. Painful things, hateful things, pitiful things, pointless things, never having a real conversation about how deeply he hurt you.

Only later, a strange moment, seeing Jungkook at your front door, seeing it in his eyes. Something different.

He asked you if you wanted to fuck with no strings attached.

You bit back, as wounded animals do.

Why? You were such a waste of time.

Jungkook didn't know it, but his next words made you agree to this ridiculous arrangement.

Yeah, but I was your waste of time and that's all I ever wanted to be.

When he kissed you now, it was hungry and heady, drunk on your taste and you, forcing his tongue into your mouth and thrusting into your lips. Tangled bodies, tangled tongues, tangled minds, falling into the bed, his hands in your hair and yours in his, whispers of, she'll never make you feel as good as I can make you feel, your lips and tongue all over his jaw and ear, biting down on it, earrings jingling against your cheek, his moan above your head as you traveled down, marking his skin with sharp bites and thick swipes of saliva, pretty pink marks all over his torso, contrasting the bruises.

"Of course not," Jungkook panted, a shuddering groan torn out of his throat as your nails raked down his back and then glided back up, fingertips pressing into the irritated skin, soothing it. "She never fucking listens to me or my body because she's an idiot."

You traced the curves of his muscles, lips ghosting kisses, hot and soft and sharp from breath and tongue and teeth, his body becoming yours from persistent, familiar touch, his name in your mouth and on his skin, your saliva dripping over his hard, thick length, and then your mouth was on it, his taste on your tongue, in your throat, and in your memory.

Jungkook moaned your name.

With longing, pain, and love.

When's the wedding?

Next year.

Huh. Good for you.

No, it isn't, and you know it. Bet you're glad I'm going to be miserable forever.

You've made me miserable forever, so serves you right.

"Get off, I don't want to blow my load in two seconds, fuck!"

You swallowed him as deep as you could and then pushed your head down so the tip was buried into your throat, swelling and twitching at the unbearable, euphoric constriction.

"F-Fuck, please, let go, fuck... oooh, shit..."

Your tongue outlined the underside of his length, humming around his cock, rubbing the base of the head and straining to slurp at it, letting him hear you, lewd, obscene, unafraid.

If he really wanted to, he could pull out now.

Jungkook breathed your name, savoring every syllable.

You stared into dark brown eyes, black pupils expanded, watching his jaw flinch and his shoulders shake, black tattoos shivering as you slowly removed your tight mouth, popping it off his cock with a wet plop.

His normally smooth, silvery voice was trembling, the pleasure deepening it.

"God, I hate you."

Jungkook and you could say it a thousand times, a million times, for all of time, and both of you would know neither ever meant it.

I love you.

Get out, Jungkook.

But–

Get the fuck out! You think you can fuck me and tell me you love me? Like that's going to somehow negate all the previous bullshit you put me though? No. Take your clothes and your pathetic self and get out. Come crawling back to me on your knees when she reaffirms to you that I'll be the best fuck you'll ever have.

He would. He did.

Over and over.

You towered over him now, waiting for him to roll the condom down, watching his face as you sank down onto his stiff length, seeing the elation, the gratification, the absolute bliss in the way your pussy suffocated him, tight, wet, his, your head dipping down and taking his lips, yours, fitting yourself around his girth that became harder as you bottomed out, his moan feathering over your lips as you rolled your hips into his with a firm smack.

"Oh, fuck, feels so fucking good..."

He knows you're not going to fuck someone else. You have to see other people so he finally realizes how important you are to him.

That's the stupidest shit I've ever heard in my life, Taehyung.

If you don't refuse him, he won't change.

I was never important enough to him in the first place.

Those chocolate orbs watching you, his strong hands on your hips, fingers pressing into your skin and leaving crescents of his nails, matching your pace, harsh, deep slaps of skin to skin, your name on the tip of his tongue, balanced in the tightrope of all or nothing, zero or one.

They want me to take over the family business.

Having a trophy wife is important for that kinda shit.

You're the perfect trophy.

Yeah, me and my mechanical heart.

Jungkook switched your positions, rolling over and pinning you down, perfect white teeth sinking into his pink lower lip, the black mole underneath prominent against his tense jaw, fucking you into your mattress, panting, giving you his all, aching pleasure with every rough thrust, your back arching and hands on his long black hair, clutching his head and raising your hips to meet that full hardness and to hit your favorite spot, sending bursting sparks of ecstasy up your spine and into your lungs, rendering you airless.

Nothing but pleasure, nothing but need, nothing but physicality.

“Look at me,” Jungkook rasped, hoarse from breathing so hard.

You lowered your head and raised an eyebrow. His parted lips had small cuts from stress-biting them. His tan skin was as lovely as ever, dotted with small moles on his nose, cheek, neck, underneath his lip, kisses from the moon, not bothering to wear makeup to cover them. He never did, not with you, not when his time could be better utilized being all over you. Dark brows and chocolate eyes, large, sharp, expressive, beautiful, your Jungkook.

Your country, your world, your universe.

You smirked as you looked at that face. He cocked a brow, black curls falling over his eye as you lifted your hand.

“You know what would piss them off?”

You didn’t need to say who.

He clicked his tongue and slammed his hips down on you, but you only clenched around him, causing him to pause and savor the feeling. His length wrapped in your warmth, connected in the most visceral way, his breath mixing with your breath. Dark brown orbs on you, half-lidded and shadowed by his lashes and long hair.

“What?”

You pushed his hair aside and traced his right eyebrow, stroking the hairs of the tail.

“If you got a face piercing.”

Jungkook grinned, low chuckle in his throat. “Yeah?”

You lifted yourself up to smack your hips into him, holding onto his broad shoulders with your other arm to balance yourself, devious smirk on your lips.

“You won’t do it.”

He leaned down, putting more force into each thrust. Your grip tightening, gasping into his face, eye to eye, dragged along by Jungkook’s intensity and passion, breathing in his exhale, drinking in his fervor, blind to the wrongness, deaf to everything but the sound of bodies, wetness to hardness, and the way he said your name, like there was nothing else, nothing but you and him and ecstasy, nothing but the sensation of how hard and how full his cock felt when he was inside you, nothing but how strongly and viciously you pulsed around him, toppling over the edge, moaning his name and staring into his eyes, into the eyes of the one that made you orgasm and mean it with every fiber of your being.

“Jungkook…”

He sucked in a breath and gasped your name, cock twitching and spurting into the condom, plunging forward, kissing you hungrily and deeply, shoulders shaking in your hands, stealing your breath, muffled cries sliding into your throat from his, anguish at the force of his climax, sweeping you up with him.

It was a long kiss.

He finally broke it, heavy exhale against your lips, not lifting his head, his black hair spilling all over your face, not letting you see anything.

Mouthing words against your cheek that you could feel, but it was a silent utterance, a soundless scream into the abyss that he alone was sinking, living a life without you.

Enjoy your piranha.

Ha, ha, very funny.

She’s not gonna notice?

He hadn’t said anything, pulling his turtleneck over his head and shaking out his long black hair like a dog. You had pulled your blankets over your naked body and looked away, not wanting to see him any longer.

You’re trash, Jungkook.

Yeah, but I could buy you a Louis Vuitton bag, easy.

You’ve been hanging around your parents too much. I don’t give a shit about your money or your influence and I never did.

Everyone likes money.

Everyone likes you too. Oh, wait, except me. I guess I’m excluded from everyone.

He hadn’t said anything more. You didn’t tell him goodbye when he left.

You waited until your heart became numb again. Then you mechanically crawled out of bed and cleaned up all traces of his existence, going all the way outside to dispose of the condom and the wrapper so you wouldn’t accidentally look at them in the trash later. You put your clothes back on, one by one, and went about your day. And the next day. And the next. And the.

And.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine,” you would say to whoever asked. You would smile and nod.

Time went on.

You would open the door and no one was there.

You would close the door and go back inside.

You would open the door.

And Jeon Jungkook was there, with a cut on his lip and a black-purple bruise underneath his left eye.

His right eyebrow was slightly swollen, two stainless steel balls connected by a silver bar pierced into the end of his brow. His clothes were torn up, his white dress shirt dirtied and his dark wash jeans torn, brown mud caked on one knee. He looked at you, chest shuddering, wheezing for breath.

“Hah…”

He smirked, the gesture not reaching his eyes. Those dark brown orbs were desolate, numb. He wiped his lip with the back of his hand and winced.

“I think they’re mad at me.”

You raised your eyebrows.

He flicked a hand through his now short black hair and ticked his head. “They told me not to show my face in front of them ever again and that I can kiss my inheritance goodbye.”

You leaned against your doorframe. “They took the silver spoon from your mouth over an eyebrow piercing?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I guess it pissed them off when I said I wasn’t going to take it out.”

He made eye contact and you saw him trying to tell you that he had changed.

Well.

Was forced to change, now poor and cast away.

“I know you said I was a waste of time,” Jungkook sighed, heavy and remorseful. “But I was your waste of time and that was all I ever wanted to be.”

You looked into those chocolate orbs that always told you they loved you.

“They knew, huh?”

He smiled ruefully. “I didn’t try to hide it. She knew, they knew, they probably all knew where I went.”

“And what will you do when they ask you to come back?”

Jungkook stood at your doorstep and told you words that you had always wanted to hear, but he had been too afraid to say, afraid of the repercussions, confused of his own feelings, too selfish at the time to realize how much he had hurt you. Time and emptiness had taught him pain and taught him what it meant to be without.

The time taught him how it felt to be not one, but zero.

“Tell them I should have left a long time ago and stayed with you, because you always let me be whoever I wanted to be even though all I was doing was wasting your time.”

He faced you, you and your mechanical heart that he created with his silence.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology meant nothing to you, far too late.

“Now I have nothing but time.”

It never mattered. You always knew Jungkook was sorry from the moment he asked to fuck with no strings attached. It was for him and for you. For him to touch you once more, even if it was all a lie, and for you and your mechanical heart, cleaning off the rust and giving it a moment to feel. He knew. You knew.

Without each other, you were both zeros when you could have been one.

And it was all his fault.

I know you’re not here, but I love you, Jungkook.

You sighed.

Then you shrugged.

“Yeah, well, I got nothing but time too.” You tilted your head, chuckling. “And even now, I waste it on you.”

Jungkook smiled sadly. He didn’t ask to be forgiven. He didn’t ask to be invited in. He just stood at your doorstep, finally able to say the words he should have said. He didn’t ask you to love him. You already knew he loved you. He mouthed it all the time, I love you, against your cheek, after each and every rendezvous, without fail.

Now he had nothing.

But you could see he was going to give it his all this time.

You stepped away from the doorframe and turned around, waving him in.

“If you’re gonna be my waste of time, at least wash your face.”

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continued in LO$ER=?, m | jjk

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masterpost

[kookiesjoonies]

rule breaker — jhs | part ten.

rule breaker | part ten: ramen & froyo.

a/n: this chapter is quite a few days late, but i literally had the worst case of writer’s block of my LIFE. i started this chapter, n then completely scrapped it. and i’m glad i did, bc the first draft was SHIT. LMAO. anyway, come talk to me abt hoseok n yn please. i want to hear your thoughts. especiallyyyy after this chapter! thank u all for reading! xo

main pairing: choreographer!hoseok x idol!reader

side ships: vmin, namkook

word count: 5.1k

warnings: fluff, angst, wet dream (dunno if that qualifies as a warning, but uhhh just in case lmaodskjd), masturbation, squirting

— SERIES SUMMARY

your career as an idol comes first, end of discussion. and to make sure that you stay on track, you implement two foolproof rules to abide by:

rule #1: no distractions. rule #2: no mixing business with pleasure.

and those rules seem simple enough to follow. that is, until you develop a crush on your new choreographer.

Dance practice was over and you felt like you’d just run a marathon. No, wait, scratch that. You felt like you’d run five marathons. Dancing with Hoseok was no joke. He always pushed you to work harder, to do better. And any time you were convinced you couldn’t perfect a move, he’d encourage you and offer you a thousand reasons as to why you could.

Both of you were drenched in sweat. Your grey crop top soaked and dark in certain areas, perhaps revealing a bit too much of what was underneath. Hoseok’s hair was sticky and wet against his forehead, and he’d pushed it back since practice ended.

You’d have been stupid to ignore just how attractive such a simple gesture made him look. Still, you tried your hardest to push such thoughts out of your mind. You shouldn’t be thinking of him in such a way. But you blamed it on the sensual dance routine that you’d just completed with him.

Jimin was just supposed to be late to practice, but he ended up having to skip it all together. Which meant that every single sexy move you were supposed to do with your best friend, you’d done with Hoseok instead.

At first, it was awkward. You didn’t know where to put your hands, and he was hesitant to put his on your body as well. Eventually though, the two of you relaxed into one another. The feeling of his fingertips on the bare skin of your hips was exhilarating, as well as the feeling of his length being pressed against your ass while you pushed back against him.

The way that he watched you in the mirror, the way way his pupils had clearly dilated, sent immediate relief washing over you. You weren’t the only one affected by the routine the two of you were performing. But at the end of the day, it was just that. A performance.

And that’s what you’d keep telling yourself, even if deep down, you didn’t believe it even for a second.  

“Well, I don’t know about you,” Hoseok began, lifting the bottom of his muscle tank top up to his face to wipe the beads of sweat trickling down, “but I worked up quite the appetite.”

Your eyes shot down to admire his perfectly sculpted abs that were practically begging for your touch, your tongue poking out to wet your lips at the delicious sight.

“Y/n?” Hoseok was speaking again, this time albeit a little louder, which snapped you out of your trance.

Embarrassed, your neck straightened up so that you could now look at the man towering above you face to face. And you willed your cheeks not to turn red, hoping and praying that he didn’t catch you checking him out.

“Huh?” That was all you could muster up, unsure of what he’d even said to begin with.

To your surprise, he offered you a chuckle in response.

“I said I was hungry. You want to go grab lunch?”

The two of you’d never hung out outside of the studio before, so you were a little taken aback by his suggestion.

He could sense your hesitation, and he stuttered as he tried to play it off nonchalantly.

“Or, uhm— we don’t—, we don’t have to. I just figured—“

You cut him off, a small smile creeping it’s way onto your face. He really was adorable when he rambled.

“Hobi, we can get lunch. I just wish I didn’t have to go out in public looking so gross.” You were half joking, half serious.

Your hair felt greasy, you weren’t wearing any makeup, and your athletic clothes were sweaty and sticky. So, you were definitely not fit to be seen in public at the moment.

“You don’t look gross.” Hoseok was quick to reassure you, matching your smile with a wide one of his own.

“No?” You asked, wanting him to compliment you one more time. Even though, you weren’t sure why you wanted him to do so so badly.

“Nope!” he shook his head, “you look like you’ve been working hard.”

You internally groaned. Not exactly the kind of compliment you were hoping for, but it would do, you supposed.

“In that case, did you have a place in mind for lunch? Or..?”

“There’s this place down the street that has the best cooked ramen!” you found it adorable, the way he was so enthusiastic even while talking about food, “Is that okay? I mean— do, uhm— do you like ramen?”

A tiny giggle left your mouth before you could stop it, and you offered him a quick nod of your head.

“I love ramen.”

“Great!” he grinned, “let’s go then!”

Turns out, Hoseok was right. This place did have the best ramen. You were sure you could slurp up at least ten bowls of it.

Your choreographer was sitting across from you at the small round table. The place was quaint, small, and yet surprisingly busy. Various K-Pop songs boomed through the speakers overhead, and the hustle and bustle of the restaurant workers never seemed to cease. The sound of the other diners mumbling bounced off of the walls, and the aroma of the foods being cooked in the kitchen were to die for.

“So,” Hoseok spoke up after practically inhaling a few bites of his ramen, “do you like the place?”

You didn’t hesitate in answering, “Yes! I can’t believe it’s been so close to the studio for so long and I never knew about it.”

“You’re welcome.” He winked at you, a playful gesture that for some reason, had your heart doing flips in your chest.

You gathered a small bunch of noodles with your chopsticks, bringing them up to shove the food into your mouth.

“Aren’t you nervous people will recognize you?” Hoseok questioned, taking a sip of the soda that was sitting beside of his bowl.

You shrugged, chewing and swallowing the bite you’d just taken before answering him.

“It’s just part of the gig, you know?”

“No,” he admitted, “I don’t know. How do you do it? How do you deal with people constantly invading your privacy?”

“It’s not easy,” you answered honestly, “but I’ve been doing it for almost six years now, so. I’d like to think I’ve gotten used to it.”

“You handle it well. The way you carry yourself, even with all of the pressure you’re under, it’s admirable. And the fact that you’re so— so kind, so down to earth, even with the millions of fans you have.. it’s amazing, really.”

His series of seemingly never ending compliments were successful in creating flutters in your stomach. You were sure your cheeks and the tips of your ears were tinted pink, and your spine tingled as you happily took in every single one of his words.

“Hobi,” you couldn’t hide the grin that was now plastered across your face, “you’re too sweet.”

This time, it was Hoseok’s turn to blush. You’d said something so simple, yet it had the apples of his cheeks tinged red. He’d hoped you hadn’t noticed. But you did, which only made you want to continue your compliments further. If it meant seeing him like that, all flustered and shy, you’d compliment him twenty four hours, seven days a week.

Even if, technically, you shouldn’t be trying to make him blush. But at that exact moment, you couldn’t be bothered to give a single fuck.

“I mean it,” you continued, swirling the few remaining noodles around in the bowl below you, “you’re so kind to me, always. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”

He glanced away from you then, turning his attention to watch the waiters walk in and out of the kitchen. You didn’t miss the dark shade of red that had taken over his entire face. And yeah, you found it undeniably adorable.

Before you could say anything else to him, a familiar sounding song blared from the sound system above you. You couldn’t help but to laugh, shaking your head as you listened to the low beat of take me.

Hoseok faced you again, a smirk present as his ears perked up to listen.

“Hey, that sounds kind of familiar.”

“Never heard this song before in my life.”

You kept a straight face, for the most part. But Hoseok didn’t miss the glimmer of playfulness in your eyes.

“Ahh,” he decided to play along, finishing up the last few bites of his meal, “a shame you haven’t heard it. The artist who sings it, she’s truly something special. Insanely talented, an incredible dancer.”

“Maybe she’s just an ‘incredible dancer’ because she has such a good teacher.”

“Nope!” he was quick to shut you down, “she’s talented because she’s hardworking and she never settles for anything but the best.”

If you didn’t know better, you could’ve sworn he was flirting with you. And maybe he was. Or, maybe you just wanted him to be? But then, why did you want him to be? Your brain was scrambled, too many thoughts running a million miles a minute.

The sound of footsteps approaching your table pulled you out of your own head, and standing before you was a tall, lean yet muscular man with dark hair. He had a freckle just under his bottom lip, which you were quick to note was quite cute. You assumed he was a fan, but as soon as he addressed the man sitting in front of you as Hobi, you quickly realized he was here for him and not you.

“Here’s that movie you wanted to borrow.” The younger boy handed a disk over to his friend, and you watched the exchange curiously.

“Ahhh! Thank you, Jungkookie! I’ve been wanting to see this for ages!” Hoseok quickly stuffed the film into his bag at his feet.

“Hmm,” you observed, tapping your manicured nails on the top of the table, “Jungkook, I presume?”

He seemed shock at the mention of his name. Or rather, at the sound of familiarity laced in your tone.

“Uhm, yeah..?” he cocked an eyebrow, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.

Your attention turned to Hoseok, and you pointed a finger at Jungkook.

“Is he the one who thinks I’m a diva?”

Hoseok had a mouthful of soda, and damn near did a spit take at your obvious call out.

“You told her?!” Jungkook slapped his hyung’s shoulder, and you watched as Hoseok soothed the abused spot with his hand.

“It just slipped!” The older male was quick to defend himself, and you couldn’t help but to laugh at the whole ordeal.

“Guys,” you said, “it’s fine! Jungkook, I’m sorry that you think I’m a diva. I’d like to think I’m not, but your own opinions can’t be helped.”

“She is not a diva, I promise. She’s anything but.”

You couldn’t help but to smile wide at the sound of Hoseok defending your name.

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Ahhh, I shouldn’t be so quick to judge, or to assume. I don’t even know you. I apologize.”

He bowed in front of you, and you waved him off.

“I promise, it’s fine,” you assured him, “I accept your apology. Any friend of Hoseok’s is a friend of mine.”

He sighed, relieved.

“In that case, could you get Jimin’s autograph for me? I’m like, his biggest fan.”

Hoseok groaned before bringing the palm of his hand up and dragging it down his face. You just laughed, nodding your head once in response.

“I’ll see what I can do. You should come by the studio with Hobi sometime, you’ll probably run into Jimin there.”

“Really?!” He lit up like a kid in a candy store, and it seemed as though his older friend had had enough.

“Okay!” Hoseok said, shooing Jungkook away from the table, “You’ve fulfilled your purpose of dropping off the movie. Thank you!”

“Awww, but hyung!” Jungkook pouted, “I was hoping I could join the two of you, and you know, tell her a secret of yours since you told her one of mine.”

You perked up in your seat, gaze shifting to Hoseok as you eyed him curiously.

“What secret?” You asked, hearing Jungkook snicker to your side.

“Ignore him.” Hoseok groaned.

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave,” Jungkook held his hands up in front of him in defeat, “but you should tell her, is all I’m saying.”

“Tell me what?” You asked, intrigued and confused all at the same time.

Hoseok shook his head.

“Nothing, he’s just an idiot,” he insisted, laughing the entire situation off, “we should uhm— grab froyo after this, if you’re not busy, I mean.”

“Ugh, the key to my heart.”

He smiled at your immediate acceptance, flagging your waiter down and digging in his pocket for his wallet.

You did the same, unzipping your purse to retrieve your credit card.

“No, no, Y/n. I got it! My treat.”

“Hoseok, I can’t let you—“

Before you could argue further, the waiter was walking away with Hoseok’s money. He was unbelievable.

He paid for froyo, too. Despite your arguing.

The two of you were walking along the river, enjoying your cups of frozen treats. It was spring, nearly summer, so the weather was just right. The sun was shining beautifully on the water beside you, not a cloud to be found in the sky. It truly was a beautiful day.

“It doesn’t shock me that your favorite color is yellow.” You started, dipping your spoon into your birthday cake flavored yogurt.

“Why not?” Hoseok retorted, bringing a spoonful of his own dessert up and to his lips.

“Because it’s a bright, happy color. And you are a bright, happy person.”

He flashed you that big, toothy grin that you’d grown to adore so much.

“Alright then, what’s your favorite color?”

“Red.” You answered without hesitation.

He shook his head, quiet laughter exuding from his throat.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” he insisted, “red just matches your personality perfectly.”

You cocked a brow, licking a bite of froyo from the spoon.

“How do you figure?”

“You’re full of fire, full of passion. A force to be reckoned with, you go head first into everything that you do and you don’t stop until you’ve achieved your goal.”

“You got all of that from the color red?”

“Mhm.” He just nodded at you, his smile never once faltering. Your damn heart was doing the flipping thing again and you feared it would leap right out of your chest if he looked at you like that for a second longer.

“Okay,” you said, dipping your spoon into the bowl, “you have to try this. It’s so good.”

You lifted the plastic utensil up to his mouth, and he only hesitated for a moment for allowing the sensation of birthday cake flavor to flood his taste buds. His eyes lit up, and his tone was enthusiastic.

“Mmm! That is good! I’m not usually a giant fan of cake flavored things, but I’d eat that.”

You fake gasped, bringing your free hand over your chest.

“How dare you! Birthday cake is the best flavor!”

“Pffft, no way!” he was quick to shut you down, gulping down another bite of his own treat, “brownie batter is. Here, you try.”

He was bringing his spoon up to your lips in an instant, and you poked your tongue out to give it a test lick. Usually, chocolate flavored ice cream wasn’t your favorite. But this was incredible.

“Aww, man! I like yours better!” You pouted, and Hoseok’s heart sank at the sight.

He knew you were being playful, but still, he couldn’t help himself.

“Here,” he held out his bowl to you, “we can trade.”

You shook your head, refusing the gesture, “I can’t take your food!”

“Yes you can! Please, for me. I want you to enjoy this.” His voice was kind, sincere. How could you say no to that?

“Only if you’re sure.” You said, hesitantly switching your bowl out for his.

“I’m sure.” He smiled at you again, and you felt like you’d been grounded down to the earth once and for all.

You didn’t make it home until the sun was about to set. Having too much fun with Hobi, you decided you could afford to stay out for a bit. He really was wonderful company, he seemed to make even the simplest of things fun. You’d hoped you’d get to hang out with him like that again in the future, the near future, to be exact. It was different than when the two of you were in the studio.

There, you were working. But today, you were out having lunch and enjoying spending casual time together. It felt like it went on forever, yet not nearly as long as you hoped it would last all at the same time.

However, you were happy to finally be in the comfort of your own home. Practice had kicked your ass today, and you were exhausted, grimy, and in desperate need of a shower and a nap.

Taehyung wasn’t home either, so you were home alone and excited by that fact. Very rarely did you ever have time to yourself and yourself alone. Except, you weren’t alone. And you didn’t know that until you walked into your master bedroom and saw Jimin sprawled out on your bed.

He nearly gave you a damn heart attack, had you shrieking like a banshee and clutching your chest.

“Jimin! What the fuck?!”

“It’s your fault for giving me a key.” He was flipping through a magazine, unfazed as ever.

“You could’ve texted me and told me you were coming over!” You scolded, and he just grinned.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“I hate you sometimes.”

“Liar.”

You walked further into your room as you rolled your eyes, picking up a pillow and tossing it forcefully at his head.

“Hey!” He whined.

“Why did you show up here unannounced?” You questioned, lying down beside of him on your king sized bed.

“Wanted to see how practice went.” He turned the page, and you peered over his shoulder to see what he was reading. Of course it was a fashion magazine.

“Fine.” You answered simply, and your best friend was shutting the catalog instantly.  

“Damn, one syllable is all I get? Must’ve been better than I thought.” His smile was mischievous, and you had half a mind to smack it right off of his face.

“We danced. I learned the routine, and you did not. Which means you’ll have to work extra hard trying to catch up tomorrow.”

He rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what you were trying to do.

“Dude, shut up. You know I could learn it in my sleep, and you also know the ‘routine’ isn’t what I’m asking about.”

“Jimin,” you groaned, “don’t start.”

“Was it hot? Did you get off on grinding on Hoseok?” He wiggled his brows, and you flicked his nose with your thumb and middle finger.

“Ow!” He cried out, bringing a hand up to rub over the sore spot you’d just created.

“Don’t ask stupid shit like that.”

“Come on, Y/n. It’s me. You can talk to me about this shit.” He tried to convince you, and somewhere inside of you, you wanted to.

Because yeah, maybe you did get aroused from Hoseok’s hands on your ass. And maybe you did get a little wet when you were grinding against his thigh.

But who wouldn’t have? He was a fairly attractive man, after all. It didn’t mean anything. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

“I’m going to take a shower.” You quickly changed the subject, swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

Jimin couldn’t help but to roll his eyes.

“You’re so fucking stubborn.”

“I know. Are you spending the night?”

You heard him sigh, a sad sigh that made your heart clench.

“I would, but... I don’t want to make Tae uncomfortable.”

“I get it. But you’re welcome to stay, you know that. This house is plenty big enough, and we always hang out in my room anyways.”

“Yeah, I know. But I’ve already pissed him off, or whatever. I’m sure me staying here would just add to that.”

You frowned, wishing that you could do something, or say anything to ease his obvious hurt.

“I love you, Chim.”

“Love you.”

Normally, you’d stay up until at least midnight. Tonight, however, you were exceptionally exhausted and were lying in bed by nine.

Your satin sheets felt extra comfortable underneath you, and your eyelids were heavy. Friends played on the big, wall mounted television in front of you, and the sound of your air conditioner running was lulling you right to sleep. Before you knew it, you were slipping into a state of blissful unconsciousness.

You weren’t sure how you’d ended up in Hoseok’s apartment. And you definitely weren’t sure how you’d ended up nearly naked underneath him on his couch. You were squirming below his touch, his blunt fingernails lightly scraping down your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

His hips were rutting into yours, Hoseok’s hardened length rubbing along your soaked, clothed core. You were a moaning mess, slews of curses and praises spilled out of your mouth, letting him know that you were fucking loving everything that he was giving you.

“Hoseok, please don’t stop.” Your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as you clutched onto his back in an attempt to keep yourself grounded. You felt like you were floating, like you were in a completely different time and place.

“God, I’ve waited so long for this,” he was growling lowly into your ear, his fingers descending south and flicking the thin strap of your thong against your hip, “waited so long for you.”

You yelped at the feeling of the string stinging your skin, your shriek turning into a whiny moan as you felt his hand begin to slip into your panties. You couldn’t wait for him to finally be where you needed him most. You didn’t care if his fingers were inside of you, his tongue, or his cock. You just needed some part of him filling you up. You needed it in the same way that you needed oxygen to survive, and you feared that you would die if he didn’t touch you right here, right now.

His head was hovering above yours now, and you were sure he was about to lean in for a kiss. Which had your pussy clenching around nothing. It had just occurred to you that you’d never kissed him, and all you wanted was to taste him. You were sure he’d taste delicious, sickeningly sweet.

Instead of his lips pressing against yours, though, they parted. And he began repeating your first name over and over again like a mantra, gradually getting louder and louder as the seconds ticked by.

One final yell of your name had your eyelids shooting open, the sound of Hoseok’s voice being replaced by the low tone of your brother’s. You blinked once, and then two more times for good measure. It took you a whole minute to realize that you were at home. In your bedroom, not in your choreographer’s apartment.

“Tae?” your voice was groggy, “what time is it?”

“Past ten. I could hear you from down the hall, it sounded like you were in pain so I came to check on you,” he said, cocking his head to the side as he stared down at you, “must’ve been one hell of a nightmare.”

Embarrassment immediately came over you, and you were thankful for the dark lighting of the room because you were sure your face was similar to the color of a tomato.

“Yeah— uh, just a... bad dream. I’m good.”

“If you’re sure.” His voice was laced with genuine concern, and you almost laughed. Such a protective older brother.

“I’m good, Tae. Swear.”

He nodded, mumbling a goodnight to you before turning to leave your bedroom.

You called out to him before he could shut the door.

“Hey, wait a second!”

“Yeah?” He was confused again, and you worried your lower lip before you spoke.

You weren’t usually one to meddle in his personal life, but this time, you felt like you had to. Or, that you at least had to try.

“You need to talk to Jimin. He thinks he made you upset, or mad. At the very least, you should tell him you aren’t angry with him.”

“Noted.”

That was all he said before he was shutting your door, and you couldn’t stop the dramatic roll of your eyes. Typical Taehyung.

You pushed your hair back and out of your face, grimacing as you felt the beads of sweat pooling on your forehead. In your half asleep state, you’d almost forgotten what you’d been dreaming about. You let out a groan as the images flashed through your memory.

Not only were you dreaming about Hoseok, but it was a wet dream. Surely, you hadn’t actually gotten aroused by it.

You bit down on your bottom lip before sliding your hand underneath your duvet, pressing your fingers against your underwear to test for any dampness. You gasped as you were greeted with soaked panties, hissing through your teeth as your fingertips barely grazed over your clit.

Before you really knew what you were doing, your hips were bucking up and into your hand. You pushed the cotton fabric to the side, letting your middle finger drag along your slick folds. You sighed at the feeling, your head tilting back as your eyes screwed shut. It was almost unbelievable how drenched you were just from a fucking dream. And a dream about your fucking choreographer, to beat it all.

You moaned at the images of Hoseok during practice earlier flooded your mind. He was so hot, and so sweaty. The way his fingers curled around your thighs had you wondering what it would feel like if he was the one touching you right now instead of yourself.

Maybe it was wrong, but you didn’t care. You kept yourself focused on Hoseok as you used your middle finger to circle around your throbbing bundle of nerves, whines and praises of his name slipping out of your mouth.

You dipped a finger down to tease your slit, imagining the entire time that it was him. You slipped a single digit into your heat and keened at the sensation. Hoseok’s fingers were much longer than yours, and you were sure he could have you cumming with them in no time.

Still, you decided to work with what you had and began to fuck into yourself until you were knuckle deep. You added a second finger and moaned at the stretch, your thighs beginning to shake already.

“Fuck, Hoseok!”

You picked up the pace of your fingers, curling once you found that spot that drove you absolutely mad. Using your free hand, you allowed your index and middle fingers to vigorously rub at your clit.

It was too much, too soon. Your walls contracted around your fingers, and your legs convulsed. Your thighs were trying to squeeze together and you were arching off the bed as you felt your lower stomach knot up, fire spreading from head to toe and making your toes curl.

Your orgasm hit so hard that you were practically screaming, Hoseok’s name being the only word left in your vocabulary. This was harder than any orgasm you’d had in a long time, and you could feel your juices squirting out and all over your hand and wrist. You squealed at the feeling, using your fingers to fuck yourself through your high.

Your breathing was erratic, and stars were circling above your head. You groaned as you pulled your hands away from your cunt, wincing at the emptiness.

An arm rested over your eyes as you attempted to stop panting. Slowly, you felt like you were back on earth again and the black dots you were seeing went away.

There was no fucking way that just happened. You did not get off while thinking of Hoseok.

You were furious. And you wished that you were mad at yourself, but the only reason you were angry was because you’d had to get yourself off. You wished it would’ve been him doing it instead.

Against your better judgement, you grabbed your phone off of your nightstand. It was eleven now, and although Hoseok was sure to be asleep, you needed to hear his voice. For what reason? You weren’t sure. Either way, you were scrolling through your contacts to find his name, pressing the call button with a bit too much enthusiasm.

When he answered the phone, his voice was raspy, deeper than usual. You were right, he’d been asleep.

“Hello?”

“Uhm, hi.” You said, voice shy and almost inaudible.

“Y/n? What time is it? Is everything okay?” He sounded worried.

“I’m okay! Uhh, it’s past eleven. I’m sorry for waking you, I didn’t mean to.” 

Yes you did.

He was beginning to sound a bit more awake now, and you heard him yawn on the other line.

“It’s alright, I just wasn’t expecting you to call. Or, call this late.”

“Yeah..”

It was silent for a few seconds, neither of you knowing quite what to say. You couldn’t exactly tell him that you’d just made yourself squirt to the thought of him. And he wasn’t about to tell you that he was glad you called.

“What are you doing up?”

“Uhm—“ you stumbled, trying to come up with any excuse other than the truth, “I couldn’t sleep.”

You heard him chuckle, and it was as if all of your worries and nervousness evaporated at the sound of his laughter.

“Not that I’m not flattered, but.. why did you call me because you couldn’t sleep?”

You groaned internally. Why did he have to ask such questions?

“I just... I don’t know. I wanted to talk to you, is all, I guess.”

“Okay.” He seemed satisfied with your answer, and you sighed in relief.

“Hobi?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you FaceTime me until I fall asleep?”

As badly as you longed to see him in person, you figured that this would do for now.

“Absolutely.”

He was calling you instantly, and you smiled as soon as you laid eyes on him. His hair was disheveled from sleeping, and his cheeks were a bit puffy. Suddenly, the other side of your bed felt a bit too empty. And you wondered what it would feel like if he were laying beside of you.

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[sevlgi]

when I miss you

requested: yes

group: mamamoo

pairing: wheein x fem!reader

genre: angst

contents: idol!au

warnings: none

synopsis: Wheein’s always on your mind, but it’s torture when you’re missing her.

a/n: read part 2 here!

word count: 2.2k

Almost every minute of every day, you think of Wheein.

It’s perfectly natural to think of your girlfriend all the time. She’s everywhere- a photocard of her is in your phone case, and she’s your lockscreen and wallpaper on your phone. To everyone else, it just looks like she’s your idol, but you’ve been hiding a relationship all this time.

Somehow, you’re still stuck in your honeymoon phase, even after going steady for almost 2 years.

It’s hard to date an idol, but Wheein makes so much time for you that you barely realize it. Recently, as you prepare to finally debut, you’ve been spending even less time together, which is why you’ve been thinking of her even more today.

You’re going over to your girlfriend’s apartment today, and you’ve been staring at the clock all day, pining for when practice will be over and you can kiss your girlfriend.

During dance practice, the heavy bass thumping through the studio sounds like Wheein Wheein Wheein, and you can’t help but imagine her reaction when you finally debut. To be honest, you can barely focus on the dance itself. 

“Y/N, pay attention, please,” your leader Heeyun sighs, a benevolent smile nonetheless gracing her face. “There’s barely 10 minutes left, let’s just finish practice.”

10 minutes? You perk up when you realize that Heeyun’s right, 9 minutes ticking away slowly on the clock. The steady thrum of Wheein Wheein Wheein low in your chest grows louder, and you whine, “Please, Heeyun-ah, we’ve worked so much today!”

Another one of your members chuckles, looking at you fondly. They all know about your relationship with Wheein, and they’re unbelievably supportive. “Y/N’s right, we can stop for today. Is Wheein unnie excited for our debut?”

Nodding, you scramble up to start pulling your sweatshirt over your head. “Unbelievably, she always tells me to practice hard, but I can tell it’s hard for her to not spend time with me.”

“Ew, just go,” echoes in the practice room, giggles bouncing off the walls. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you wave a goodbye, Wheein Wheein Wheein still pounding in your heart.

Wheein’s apartment is barely 15 minutes away from your company when walking, which you’re very glad for. It isn’t rare for you to head to her apartment right after work instead of your dorm, though you try to give her space too.

You don’t even know what the two of you are planning to do, you’re just excited to spend any time you can with your girlfriend. All day, you’ve been thinking of what to say, what important details of your life to tell her and which ones to ask for.

You smile at the feeling of your fingers clasping around the cold metal of the spare key Wheein gave you, your initials etched into the metal, the familiar smile you give to the receptionist.

All of it has always been a comfortable constant in your life. You remember running through the halls with tears streaming down your face on the hard days, with a huge smile on the good ones.

The elevator ride to Wheein’s apartment is the same length as always, each of the 67 seconds punctuated by the thrum of Wheein Wheein Wheein. Your steps are timed perfectly with the beats of your heart, smile growing wider at the click of the door opening for you.

As always, the apartment smells like your girlfriend’s favorite perfume, a sort of sweet yet sharp smell. You’re surprised when Wheein doesn’t immediately pounce on you for a hug; in fact, she’s nowhere to be seen.

“Jagi?” you call out, closing the door behind you, eyes scanning the apartment. It’s not the first time your girlfriend has pranked you. “Where are you?”

The bedroom door swings open immediately, a tired-looking Wheein emerging. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you at first.”

“S’okay,” you grin, opening your arms for a hug and nestling your nose into her hair.

You’re surprised again when she pulls away quietly just a few moments later. It’s completely unlike your goofy, cuddly girlfriend, and you can only stare as she walks to the kitchen. “How was practice?”

“Um, good.” She’s obviously avoiding your eyes, studiously concentrating on the cup of tea she pours out. “Still on track for debut, anyway.”

“Good. You still have a few weeks, right?”

Wheein finally faces you, and you can only notice stress pulling her eyebrows together and darkening the circles under eyes. “Y-yeah,” you manage to say, your own forehead creasing as you step closer. “Jagi, are you okay?”

A beat of silence passes before she sighs, biting her lip. “Y/N, we need to talk.”

“Well that’s not good,” you joke, trying to alleviate the tension in the room. It doesn’t work; your girlfriend still looks stressed. “Okay, what do we need to talk about?”

A beat of silence passes before she looks up. “I think we should break up,” Wheein finally says.

You can only stare for a second, only managing to say, “Wh-what? Is this a prank? This is a prank, right?” She doesn’t look like she’s pranking you; every time in the past that she tried to pull a trick, she’s never been able to look as serious as she does now.

“Come on, we should sit.” Once you’re both situated on the couch, knees almost touching and facing each other, Wheein sets her tea down and starts to explain. “You’re debuting soon. Your group will be much bigger than mine, and you won’t be able to hide our relationship like I do.”

“No, I-”

She holds a hand up to stop you, continuing, “It’ll hurt your image, Y/N, for a rookie to already be dating. We’re not a normal relationship either, do you understand how terrible it is to be gay in Korea?”

You bite your lower lip, your mood significantly worse than before. Of course you understand the stigma about LGBT people, but you tried not to think about it much. “I… yeah, I do, but we can do it, we’ve already hidden it for so long.”

Wheein frowns, genuine sadness in her eyes. “You were a trainee, Y/N-ah. I don’t want to bring you down, so… so I think we need to break up.”

It feels like everything’s unraveling at those little words, your entire life coming to a halt. Just a few hours ago, you had everything you ever wanted, and it feels like it’s all just being taken away. “I…”

“We can still be friends,” she offers, hands over yours. “You know, we don’t have to cut off contact.”

“Yeah.” You feel numb, heavy, like you’re watching something you can’t control. “Um, I think we should reschedule this hangout. My members and I have more practice to do.”

She smiles, though her eyes don’t crease like they do when she’s really happy. “Sure. Call me sometime, okay?”

You both know you won’t.

For the first time, you hate the thrum of Wheein Wheein Wheein in your head, the pounding low in your stomach making you nauseous and irritable.

As always, she is the only thing you can think of, but now, you find yourself constantly trying (and failing) to push her out of your mind.

Your members stare at you with sympathetic looks in their eyes, expressions that you also fail at ignoring. Luckily, you haven’t seen any of Wheein’s members since the incident; they probably look even more saddened. 

Of course, your good luck doesn’t last. You’re collapsed on the dance floor, sweaty and tired, your members chattering quietly, when all of a sudden they go quiet. When you lift your head, you scowl at the sight of Yongsun.

“Hi, everyone.” The cheery note in her voice sounds false, but maybe your mind is just twisting everything. “I brought you desserts!”

“Yongsun unnie, you’re too sweet,” everyone else choruses. When you don’t move to get up for the snacks, the blonde approaches you herself.

She makes an attempt at a smile. “Hey, Y/N. Listen, I can’t stay long, Wheein’s waiting for me outside, but… I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“For what?” The words seem to bite at Yongsun; even you have to admit that they’re far sharper than they had to be. “It’s not like you had anything to do with it.”

“Please don’t hate Wheein for this,” she sighs, dropping to the floor next to you. “It’s not her fault, it’s mine. Byul and I, we were the ones who told her that it’d be difficult to hide your relationship once you debuted.”

Your eyes narrow, but you shake your head. “Doesn’t matter. She chose to go through with it. I don’t hate her, Yongsun unnie, but I can’t forgive her either.”

A beat of silence passes before Yongsun stands. “Okay. I understand, but will you talk to her? She… she misses you.”

I miss her too. “I don’t miss her.” The lie tastes bitter on your tongue, but you know it’s what’s right. You need to move on, and you can’t do that if you’re still hung up on Wheein. “You can tell her that.”

The look in Yongsun’s eyes is nothing less than heartbroken as she purses her lips in a smile and bows lightly to you, then your members. “I gotta head out, everyone,” she calls out. “Good luck on your stage, we’ll be watching!”

You don’t join the chorus of ‘thank you’, your throat seemingly clogged when you see Wheein’s face through the glass of the dance studio. 

Wheein Wheein Wheein.

Your breath shakes when you exhale backstage. Heeyun sings scales to warm up beside you, and Soonja mumbles her rap; others rehearse the points of the dance, even more touching up their makeup.

At the moment, you can see Wheein talking to the camera, MC’ing like her life depends on it. She doesn’t look nearly as wrecked as you feel, her dimples as pretty as ever and her eyes smiling. 

It’s totally unfair.

Of course you should be more nervous for your debut stage, but it’s difficult when your entire mind is fixated on one person. Wheein Wheein Wheein thrums in your chest in time with the pounding bass of someone’s performance; your hands clutch at your sternum as if they can quiet the noise.

They can’t.

“And the winners… QSR!”

The crowd’s cheers are deafening, but the smile on your face feels like it’s plastered on. You can vaguely hear the cries and laughter of your members around you, but your fingers are numb when the clutch onto your trophy.

More importantly, your eyes are fixated on Wheein, who stands a good 5 feet away from you as she claps. She’s steadily avoiding your eyes, waving and smiling at the crowd, but she approaches you with a bouquet of flowers. “Congratulations,” she murmurs, barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Thanks, sunbaenim.”

The formal term seems to hurt Wheein physically, but she recovers quickly. “I look forward to your success.”

With a bow, she retreats to go and congratulate your other members. To be honest, it pains you when she hugs Heeyun with a huge smile that you know would have been yours too. 

You can’t focus even during the encore, and there’s no emotion when you sing your lines. Wheein Wheein Wheein feels more like steady stabs at your stomach tonight.

Over time, the pain dulls. It gets easier to see Wheein, which is good because you see her too often for your own liking. Your members offer to stop hanging out with Mamamoo, but you insist that you’re fine.

You’re not.

It’s not like you’re recovered; no, the pain of Wheein Wheein Wheein just feels more like a dull punch than a stab now. You’re no longer hurting, but you’re like an empty shell.

Your new fans assume that you’re just a quiet person, but you’re not. On the internet, they wonder why your members seem so close with everyone in Mamamoo and you won’t give them a passing glance.

But there’s no way you can explain to them how numb you feel to everything; even when your first MV hits 500 million views, you can barely smile in the celebratory Vlive. Even when your group earns your own lightstick, when you’re declared the rookie of the year, you feel nothing.

And you hate that so much of your group’s fame comes from articles wondering why you seem to have no emotions. You hate that your bond with everyone is destroyed, that your friendships are ruined because of you.

Most of all, you hate that you’re still not over her. You hate that the thump of your heartbeat still sounds like Wheein Wheein Wheein, and you hate that you still think of her.

You hate that she seems fully over it, happy and smiling like she didn’t break your heart. You hate that you still keep the key to her apartment on your dresser.

You hate that you still miss her.

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First off, I love your writing so, so much! Secondly can I get some headcanons about La Squadra dating a milf/single mother, and if they interact with the kid? Just something light hearted and fun along those lines, if you answer this then thank you so much ^^

Umm.. first off thank you for your ask. Fair warning, I really liked this request so I kind of went HAM and the post is really long so bare with me lol. 

Risotto Nero

Risotto is torn. His s/o is the best thing to ever happen to him. But his line of work and general lifestyle isn’t conducive to a child. He wouldn’t want the kid to get attached to him and then he’d be dead the next day.

After a bit of convincing, and realizing that his s/o’s love is worth it, Risotto agrees to meet the child and his s/o invites him for a meal so he can meet them.

He’s extremely nervous that he’s going to scare them off, given his height and eyes.

When the day finally comes, and he’s outside their door, knocking, his s/o calls out to their kid that their ‘special guest’ is here and asks them to open the door.

When the toddler reaches up and opens the door to see Risotto’s knees, their eyes go up… and up… and up, until they finally make eye contact with him, letting out a shy, awestruck “woah” at the man’s height. 

The kid becomes obsessed with Risotto after meeting him. They love it when he hoists them up on his shoulders so they can see over everyone. 

One of their favorite things to do is wear Risotto’s bell cap and run around the house scaring the cat. Risotto thinks it’s the cutest thing on Earth.  

They love sitting in his lap and having his big arms around him. It makes them feel safer than they’d ever felt before. 

The two of them get into their fair share of mischief together. Notably, Risotto used Metallica on him and the kid, and the two of them snuck backstage when a nearby circus company came near Naples. However, Risotto got distracted by the toddler running off and accidentally scared one of the elephants. 

Over time, Risotto slowly but surely sees this kid as his own, with the little toddler warming up to him as their dad as well. 

They become his source of light and good in the world, and he becomes their big friendly giant that can protect them from anything. 

One afternoon, the two of them are playing in s/o’s backyard when the kid gets a cut on their knee. After using Metallica to ease the pain and stop the bleeding, while he’s putting a bandage on it, the kid mutters a soft, “Thanks daddy.” 

The next day, Risotto is still gushing with happiness at an important meeting, and the rest of the squad doesn’t know why.

Prosciutto

When he first finds out, he’s terrified. 

In his own way, Prosciutto’s scared of commitment, because in a long term relationship eventually he’d have to break down his tough-guy exterior. 

And a kid? That’s about as high of a commitment as it gets. 

When his s/o arrives at the park with her child in tow to meet Prosciutto so they can all spend the day together, he’s nervously fidgeting, making sure he’s presentable. 

 At first, Prosciutto finds it awkward to talk to them. Prosciutto spent his own childhood taking care of other neighborhood kids, but he hasn’t interacted with a kid in years. 

However, the kid sees the suave way that Prosciutto talks with their mother, and the way he carries himself, and how happy their mom is near him, and they immediately take a liking to the mafioso. 

Prosciutto and the child have a much more idol and follower relationship, as opposed to father and daughter/son

They want to be exactly like him. They want to dress like him, act like him. Do what he does. Say what he says. 

And Prosciutto loves showing them his way of life. How to be a leader, how to be proud of one’s self. His s/o is part of Passione as well, so he doesn’t need to hide that part of his profession from the kid. But he does hide that he’s part of La Squadra.

He also stops smoking. This kid is making him a better man. They remind him of how he looked up to his own father on how to be perfect. 

He even bought them a mini P pendant for them to wear and they never take it off. 

Since the kid is a little older when Prosciutto meets them, he gives them advice constantly, and they absorb it like a sponge.

One time, they came home and asked Prosciutto about how to deal with a crush they had on one of their classmates. 

The next day at school, the kid wears fancy, incredibly cool looking clothes that no one had ever even seen them in before. Turns out it was an outfit they had bought with Prosciutto the day before. 

Their crush becomes smitten when their classmate even looks at them and says the lines that their stepdad had said to say. Prosciutto’s plan worked to get their attention. 

Formaggio

Formaggio is the member of La Squadra that is least in favor of their s/o being a mom. He even tells her how apprehensive he is about the idea of being any sort of father figure. He even considers leaving her. 

His s/o understands (it’s quite the bomb to drop), but she still wants him to meet the child. A smile comes to her face, she thinks they’ll get along just fun. 

It turns out that her child is quite the little trouble maker, quite similar to the mafioso. 

Formaggio has his doubts when he first meets the kid while the three of them are having dinner together at a restaurant, but those doubts are soon forgotten when the kid starts reaching over and steals another kid’s crayons at a different table when they aren’t looking. 

s/o keeps scolding them and apologizing to the family at the nearby table but both the kid and Formaggio share a chuckle when they make eye contact.

The two of them love annoying s/o together. They’ll make gross noises out in public just to make each other laugh. If she asks either of them a question, they both just respond with another until the three of them are talking in a circle and s/o gets annoyed. 

If the kid knows about stands, Formaggio will shrink them both down so they can sneak up behind the kid’s mom and scare her constantly. 

Formaggio begins to love the little kid as his own. Whenever his s/o is working and he doesn’t have a mission, he’ll take the kid to the park and they’ll play soccer together. 

They love Formaggio’s cat since their mom is allergic and won’t let them have one of their own, so Formaggio usually takes the kid back to his place so they can play with it. 

After a while, the two of them have a real father and daughter/son relationship. Being so young, the child can’t remember their real father that well, but they do remember the nights their mom spent crying when he left them. 

But when they look up into Formaggio’s face when the two of them are sitting together on the couch watching cartoons, they can’t help but smile and feel loved. They don’t think Formaggio will leave them and their mom. 

Formaggio reaches down to ruffle their hair and blow into their ear teasingly. He doesn’t want to leave them either. 

Illuso

Illuso already knew that his s/o had a kid. He would never admit it to anyone, but when relationships get serious, he’ll spy on his lover a bit through the mirrors. Much to his surprise, he saw that she has a child. Freaking out, he immediately heads back to the hideout and wonders what to do. 

When his s/o finally tells him herself, Illuso would have had a lot of time to think of the situation. He decides that his s/o’s love is worth the effort of caring for a kid, and he keeps an open mind when he goes to meet the child. 

It turns out that the curiosity that drew Illuso to his s/o was inherited by her child. The moment that s/o introduced the two of them, the kid starts asking a million questions. 

“Do you like my mom?” “Yeah, of course, I do.” 

“...Why’s your hair so long?” “I like it that way.” 

“Why does your jacket look like that ghostbusters monster?” “The Pillsbury Dough Boy???” “Yeah.”

The two of them develop a bond of mutual interest in one another. Neither is really ready to say the other is their father or child, but each of them vows to “figure the other out”

One main thing that’s holding the kid back from accepting Illuso is their memories of their birth father. 

Being a little older, they still recall the cool tricks that their dad would do to impress them and their friends. Without the kid knowing it, the previous father was a stand user. 

When Illuso learns of this from his s/o, Illuso makes it a mission to impress the kid in the same way. He comes up to them and asks if they want to go with him on a day trip to Milan. The kid looks at him confused, as Milan is about a 7 hour drive from Naples, and hesitantly say sure. 

The two of them turn to the full-length mirror in the kid's bedroom and within just 5 minutes, the two of them pop out a car’s side window into the city of Milan. Illuso had used his stand to hop from mirror to mirror at lightning speed. 

The kid can hardly believe what just happened, and look up at Illuso, who’s giving them his signature grin. 

“How’d you do that?!” “Not telling.” “Come on! Tell me!” “You’ll find out eventually.”

Pesci

When he first finds out, he freaks out more than he’s ever freaked out before. He was already nervous that he’ll ruin his relationship with s/o, but a kid??? That just makes his anxiety worse!

His s/o assures him that since she’s still so young herself, the kid isn’t even two years old yet, so Pesci doesn’t really need to make an impression so much as just be there for her and her kid. 

That calms Pesci down immensely, he doesn’t know how he would react if the child was a rambunctious toddler. He agrees to meet them, still nervous. 

The night before, he asks Prosciutto for advice, who simply tells him to listen to his s/o’s words on how to take care of the little one, and that he’ll know immediately whether or not the baby likes him. 

When he arrives at his s/o’s apartment, and she places the sleeping child in Pesci’s lap for the first time, the little one wakes up and looks up the new guest. 

Pesci holds in his breath, too nervous to exhale. Those nerves are quickly forgotten when the baby reaches up to grab some of Pesci’s hair, happily squealing the word “green” and then starts giggling in the mafioso’s arms. His s/o smiles at the sight, meanwhile Pesci’s face is bright red. That was the cutest thing he’d ever experienced. 

Pesci’s s/o had joined Passione to make enough money to support herself and her child after her family had kicked her out for getting pregnant, leading to Pesci quickly taking up the mantle and becoming the support for the young mom and her baby. 

He falls in love with the baby, even buying them a cute little pajama set that has different colored fish all over it. 

After some time of Pesci taking care of his s/o and now their kid together, the rest of La Squadra begin to notice a change in their comrade. He holds himself higher, has a brighter gleam in his eye. Has a strengthened resolve. He opts to go on missions by himself without Prosciutto. 

When Risotto asks him what’s happened, the young man smiles. 

“I’ve got people to watch over now. I can’t disappoint them.”

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio, having no awareness of other people’s emotions, immediately starts panic yelling at his s/o when she first tells him she has a kid. When he asks why she hadn’t told him sooner, she simply said she didn’t want to ruin anything between them. 

She understands if he wants to leave her, but in reality Ghiaccio is unsure of what to do. He asks Melone what to do, to which his friend excitedly (almost too excitedly) encourages him to meet the child without delay. 

What’s holding him back is his anger. He doesn’t want to scare away the kid or get angry with them. Then he’d surely not forgive himself, and lose his s/o’s love in the process. 

Little did he know that s/o’s kid was more than capable of taking a little anger their way. Turns out that they had inherited their mom’s snappiness, and was ready to meet Ghiaccio so they could start tearing him apart. 

S/o, upon realizing that both her kid and her boyfriend have the shortest tempers known to man, prepares herself to play referee.

When the two of them finally meet, Ghiaccio tries his best to not burst at the toddler, when they just look him up and down and stay silent for a while without any reaction to him. 

This pisses him off and after minutes of just bored, blank stares from the kid, he impatiently asks, “well… what do you think? Do you like me or not?”, causing his s/o to groan at such a straightforward question.

The kid mentally pats themselves on the back for getting the poor man right where they want him and just shrugs, giving Ghiaccio a bored, “meh”. 

This sets Ghiaccio off big time, and the two of them get into a match of sarcastic teases and insults, which s/o immediately breaks up. After though, Ghiaccio turns to the kid, who flashes him a big smile, and Ghiaccio can’t help but respect them for their temper. 

At the very least, though Ghiaccio isn’t quick to call this kid his, he is willing to spend time with them, mainly because he finds their sarcasm entertaining and equal to his own.

The moment that Ghiaccio vows to treat the child as his own is when he takes them to a nearby skating rink. He finds himself being proud of them for being so good at skating after only a couple times, helping coach them on their turns and spins. And he finds himself being even more proud of them when they go on a yelling rampage at another kid for bumping into them. Ghiaccio has to carry them away as to not make a scene, but the two of them share a knowing smile. Yeah… this was gonna work out fine.

Melone

Melone is, obviously, ecstatic to hear that his s/o has a kid. He usually gets made fun of by his teammates for his “naive” wishes to have a kid of his own, telling him that he has no right to knock anyone up when he could be dead the next day. 

This way, he gets to help raise a kid with someone without getting made fun of by his teammates. The kid’s already born, and Melone can’t wait to take care of them!

Almost surprised by Melone’s eagerness to meet her kid, s/o tells him to come over to meet them the next day. 

Melone comes well prepared, with toys and new clothes (he wasn’t sure how big the kid was so he got one of every size), that he had just bought to help win the kid over. He also creates a plan for the day that the three of them would spend together, chock-full of things that are sure to get on the kid’s good side. 

However, when he arrives at his s/o’s door with everything, she immediately gushes over everything that he had bought, but the kid merely hides behind her shyly, not wanting to meet Melone. 

Melone tries his best to form a connection throughout the whole day of fun activities, but the kid stays quiet, holding onto their mother’s hand and not wanting to talk to the eccentric mafioso. 

When the day comes to a close, the three of them are sitting outside of s/o’s house that night to relax after the eventful day. The child’s mother goes back inside to get coffee for herself and Melone, leaving the young man and the toddler alone in the backyard together. 

Melone looks down at them in the awkward silence asking, “Is there anything I’m doing wrong?”, and the kid silently shakes their head. 

“...You just don’t like me?” Melone asked sadly, not wanting to hear the answer.

However, the answer never arrives. He watches as the kid stands up and walks over to the small pond nearby, seeing a group of fruit flies resting on the water. 

This causes the young kid to smile and he decides to finally break the silence with Melone. 

“...I once read a book in class that fruit flies are used in studying medicines because their DNA is really big and easy to look at. I told the last guy my mom liked that I wanna study DNA one day, but he laughed at me…”

Melone’s entire face lights up at the fact that that’s the first thing the kid’s said to him all day and rushes at his side saying, “It’s not just that. It’s that they have both an X and Y chromosome, but that doesn’t inherently mean they’re all male. That makes them the perfect model organism. You’re on the right track (f/n).”

Seeing the way the kid’s face shot up with glee at finally being understood for their interest in biology, Melone realized that he didn’t need all of those presents to get to the kid’s heart. He just needed to be himself. 

When s/o finally arrives back to the backyard with the coffees, her heart is warmed to see her shy child absorbing every word that Melone says about the intricacies of genetics and the studies that he conducted when still in school. A smile came to her face. She knew then that she wanted Melone to be around to teach her child everything he knows about the world around them.