#its getting late have u seen my mates

[oddinary4bts]

Chasing Cars | ch 3 (jjk)

☆summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

☆pairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter contains mature content)

☆genre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff

☆warnings: a power outage, Jungkook being a menace as per always, getting stood up for Valentine's Day, falling on a patch of ice, alcohol, curses, peach, OC gets a little jealous, explicit content: teasing?, dom!Jungkook, big dick!Jungkook, sex toy (vibrator), male and female masturbation, praising, cum play (don't be stupid), fingering

☆word count: 13.2k

☆a/n: this is like one of my fav chapters in this whole series, and also the one inspired by jungkook's iconic live with the candle and the white dress shirt and oof :') hope you enjoy it!! Thank you to @moonleeai and @jessikahathaway for beta-ing, you guys are the best <3

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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

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Thursday, February 14th 

Sometimes, the universe aligns to create such a shitty day that you think your life is a joke. A cruel joke, and you’re just the sitcom character that people use to make themselves feel better.

Today has been one of those days. You woke up late, somehow not hearing your alarm, and got to your midterm so late you didn’t have time to finish. At least you were confident in the answers that you did write down, so you think there’s a chance you’ll still pass. 

Then, you forgot your student ID, and the lady at the cafeteria refused to let you eat even though she’s seen you almost every day of the semester so far. Nabi offered you some of her salad, but you felt bad and barely ate.

Then the rain started – freezing rain at that – and you had to run to the other building for your genetics class, ending with your hair half frozen and the knowledge that you’re going to get sick by tomorrow.

Genetics class in and of itself is fine. Your stomach gurgling all through the class isn’t, and you’ve noticed people looking at you where you’re sitting, every time your stomach thinks it’s a whale and it needs to sing to its fellow mates.

During break, someone offers you a protein bar, and you take it with cheeks burning, thanking them profusely. Though you hate the taste of protein bars, and you struggle to finish it without puking on the desk. You power through, and then the class resumes, and you try to focus. It’s hard, and when you receive a text from Hoseok, you stop pretending that you’re listening.

[2:47 pm] Hobi: have u seen the weather outside? [2:47 pm] You: yeah it’s trash. I think I’m still half frozen [2:49 pm] Hobi: don’t have power at my place anymore [2:50 pm] Hobi: and it looks dangerous to drive

You know exactly what’s coming. It shouldn’t even come as a surprise – you don’t know why you agreed to meet up on Valentine’s Day. Yet, you’ve been looking forward to it all day, perhaps because it’s been so shit even hanging out with Hoseok on this day of celebration of love seemed better.

[2:50 pm] Hobi: any chance I can get a raincheck?

You want to bash your head on the desk, and of course, the professor chooses this exact moment to call you out for being on your phone. You flush a deep red, mumbling an apology as you put your phone face down on the desk. Everyone’s looking at you, and from where you’re sitting at the back of the class you can see that half the people aren’t even taking notes. You think they’re full of shit for glaring at you, but you can’t help the way you turn crimson, and Nabi stifles a laugh next to you.

“Shut up,” you whisper through gritted teeth, elbowing her in the ribs. 

She shrugs innocently, and then her eyes slide back to the professor as he resumes the class. Not wanting to risk it, you focus too, and it seems the shame is what you need to finally concentrate because you find yourself typing away on the computer, describing the pictures in the PowerPoint slides so you can understand them later.

The lights go out five minutes before the end of the class. The projector shuts down in time, a clear indication that the college has run out of power too – something that rarely ever happens unless it’s the end of the world outside.

There’s a series of gasps, and the professor looks so jaded at the front of the class that you wouldn’t be surprised if he’s made of the actual precious stone. He looks towards the door, where you can see that the light has also gone out in the hallway.

Without even a glance at the class, he slams his laptop shut, heaving out a sigh.

“Class dismissed for today, we don’t have enough time left to wait for the power to come back on.” 

It doesn’t even take half a second before everyone is starting to put their stuff away, the class suddenly overcome with a cacophony of sounds, and Nabi turns to you.

“Who were you texting during class?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Shut up.” You put your laptop in your bag, chugging the rest of your water bottle before you stuff it next to the laptop. “Hobi cancelled on me.”

Of course the whole friend group now knows about you two. You have Hoseok to blame for that, and his incredibly good idea to have sex at a party last week, where Yoongi walked in on the two of you. You’ve never seen Yoongi look more uncomfortable before in your life and, to your surprise, he’s been teased about the situation a lot more than you or Hoseok. It’s still a relief because you were afraid the friend group would go to shit if people knew, but now it seems it’s only solidified it even more.

“Bruh,” Nabi lets out. “Why?”

You motion to the dead neon lights over your heads. “The weather. He doesn’t have power anymore.”

“Shit.” You finish packing your stuff and you’re walking out of the class when she continues, “That’s wild though, didn’t think the freezing rain would hit that bad.”

A girl in front of you turns as if summoned. “They’re saying it’s going to be the worst storm of the century.” She points her phone towards you and Nabi, screen first. “Look, tons of trees have already fallen.”

Your eyes widen, because indeed she’s showing a picture from a group chat, of a tree having fallen on someone’s poor car. You wince in time with Nabi.

“RIP to whoever’s car that is,” you answer.

The girl nods, a wistful expression taking over her features. “That would be my boyfriend’s.”

You don’t talk more after that, and she jogs to join her friends closer to the stairs. You take that as an opportunity to finally reply to Hoseok, grabbing your phone out of the pocket of your coat.

[3:59 pm] You: power even went out in college so yeah, np!

Hoseok is quicker to reply than you’ve expected, saying that he’d like to meet up some time this weekend if you can. You don’t promise him anything, though you don’t really have plans as of right now.

You’ve just got a feeling that, if the storm is going to be the storm of the century, you won’t be hanging out for at least a few days. And the moment you step outside, you realize that it might even take more than a few days.

Trees have fallen everywhere. The sidewalk is entirely iced, and just by the time you’ve made it to the bus stop in front of the building, you’ve seen a car accident, both cars unable to stop at a stop sign. You figure taking the bus would be dangerous right now, and you settle on aiming for the pedestrian trail that leads to a park near your apartment, while Nabi parts to head towards the dorm, where apparently the power is still on. She tells you to let her know if you have power at home, and then you turn to head towards home, fishing your phone out of your pocket.

At least it’s not raining heavily as you walk. It’s the only positive thing in your day, and you hold onto your phone, sending a text to Taehyung to inform him of the situation.

You’re two minutes from home when you slip on a slab of ice, and you fall in a puddle of mud that stains your pale pants. You don’t even know how there can be mud when everything else is frozen, but of course, you had to fall in it. You assess yourself for a second, making sure nothing hurts too bad and then you mutter, “Of fucking course.”

You don’t even feel like getting up. If it wasn’t for the fact that the mud in which you’re sitting is freezing, you think you’d sit there until you died. You feel drained, and the weight of the day finally hits you head-on, bringing tears to your eyes.

Or maybe it’s just the embarrassment of walking home with your favourite pair of pants ruined. You don’t even know anymore; too much has happened in just a few hours for your brain to accept to be working anymore. You angrily blink the tears away, knowing you’ll break down the second you step inside your own home.

You can only hope that Jungkook is not going to be there. You hold onto that hope as you get to the building, and when you see the lights are out, the tears win against you. You carefully walk up the stairs – even they are covered in a thick sheet of ice – and surprisingly, you make it to the top unscathed.

You try to unlock the door with shaky fingers, struggling to find the hole through the blurriness of your tears, and you almost consider breaking the door down when it suddenly swings open in front of you.

“Peach?”

You’re aware that you’ve got fat tears rolling down your cheeks. You’re aware that you probably look a mess – you are a mess – but all you can do is stare at Jungkook.

“Is something wrong?” he asks, voice laced with concern as he steps aside to let you in.

You put your bag down, shrugging as he shuts the door behind him carefully, eyeing you as if you’re a specimen of a rare animal that’s going to run if he startles it. You refuse to meet his gaze, refuse to speak lest you embarrass yourself with crying even more. All you do is angrily wipe your cheeks with the back of your hand.

“Hey,” he says, and he puts a hand on your shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

You motion around. “What’s wrong?” You scoff, and out of spite, you force down the wave of tears that is threatening to meet the ones you’ve just dried on your cheeks. “Everything is fucking wrong.”

You glance at Jungkook, and he’s just watching, eyes widened. He seems startled by your outburst, and you think you see him gulp.

“Do you…” he trails off, glancing at the door. You only then realize that he’s clad in his winter coat, and he was probably on his way out when you arrived. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head no, hating yourself for the way your bottom lip trembles. 

His hand is still on your shoulder, and it slowly slides to your arm. “Did you hurt yourself?” he asks.

He’s only then realized that you’re half-covered in mud.

“I fell on a patch of ice,” you answer.

He makes you turn, assessing the damage. “If you soak your pants in water, I can get the stain out.”

“There’s no power.”

He turns you back around, offering you a small smile as he cocks an eyebrow arrogantly. “Astute.”

You want to punch him so bad, but what you do is laugh, which makes you think you’ve gone crazy.

“Water still runs, though,” he points out. “I’ll take care of it when the power comes back on. Doesn’t even need to be warm. You can save what’s left of the hot water for a shower if you want?”

He says it like a question, and you shrug your shoulders. A new tear rolls on your cheek, and to your surprise, Jungkook dries it with his thumb. He then points to your shoes.

“Take these off. You’re going to take a shower before the neighbours steal the water.”

“I don’t…” you trail off, as he’s just staring at you as if what you were going to say was going to be the stupidest shit he’s ever heard. As much as you want to hate him right now, the way his hand feels on your arm is making the anxiety lessen, until you realize that it’s going to be okay.

You can head to Ria and Nabi’s dorm right after a quick shower.

“M’kay,” you finally accept. “But you can go, you don’t have to stay.”

He shrugs, and when he lets go of your arm, you almost want to grab his hand and put it back there. “I was just going to charge my phone in my car. It can wait.”

You hold his gaze, feeling swallowed by his big doe eyes. It finishes drying the tears on your waterline, and you take a deep steadying breath. “M’kay,” you repeat.

At that he smirks, nodding his head once. He kicks off his shoes as you carefully take yours off, and then he makes grabby hands at you.

“What?” you ask.

“Your coat,” he answers. “I’ll put it in the closet for you.”

You slightly frown. “Why?”

“Because I’m trying to be nice?” When you remain silent, he chuckles. “You think I’m just going to let my best friend’s sister cry when she gets home?”

The words hurt, even though they’re just a statement of what you are to him. “You’re so random.”

He looks somehow offended. “Just give me your coat, peach.” He’s stern, and you have half a thought to mimic him, but you resist. When you hand him the coat, he offers you a grin. “See, that wasn’t so hard.”

Once again you surprise yourself by laughing, and the grin on his lips softens in a way that makes you warm inside.

“You’re annoying,” you whine.

He shrugs as he opens the closet. “Just go take a quick shower. Make sure to soak the pants too.”

“Yes, mom.”

He chokes on a snort. “Oof, no, don’t call me mom.”

You stifle a laugh, but a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. He faces you again, and you startle as he pinches your cheek. You push him off, as all he does is offer you a wide grin that makes dimples appear on his cheeks.

You’ve never really seen those dimples before, not while he’s smiling. You have to force yourself to look away, and as entrancing as they are, you manage to have your gaze drop to a random spot on the floor. “Alright then, I’ll grab my stuff. You can charge your phone while I’m in the shower.”

“All good, I’m at 65%,” he says. “I just checked online, and the power outage will likely last through the night so… figured I didn’t have anything better to do.”

You purse your lips. “Oh.”

There’s an awkward silence before he motions to the bathroom. “Aren’t you going?”

Your cheeks burn, and you nod once before heading towards your room as he snorts behind you, evidently laughing at you. You ignore him, quickly grabbing a change of clothes and bringing them to the bathroom. Jungkook’s moved to the couch, and to your surprise you see him with a book in hand.

“You read?”

The question is out before you realize, and Jungkook’s head snaps in your direction.

“It’s for a class.”

You nod once. “Right.” You then scrape your throat, glance at the bathroom and then settle your eyes on him again. “I’ll be right back.”

He smiles at you, and it’s the last thing you see before you walk into the bathroom, softly shutting the door behind you. Luckily enough, it’s still light enough outside for you to be able to shower without being in the dark, and as Jungkook advertised, there’s still hot water.

You take the fastest shower of your life, not wanting to risk running out of hot water, and then you put your dirty pants in the sink, soaking them in cold water. You put your clean clothes on – nothing impressive, just a pair of black sweatpants with a white t-shirt. You take one look at yourself in the mirror – you look like you’ve gone through hell, but at least you’re refreshed. 

With a steadying breath, you walk out of the bathroom, and your eyes immediately find Jungkook where he’s still sitting on the couch, looking like he hasn’t moved an inch. He glances at you before resuming his attention on his book. You feel awkward, yet you still walk in his direction because, frankly, what else is there for you to do when there’s no power?

“What’s the book about?” you enquire.

He raises it for you to see as you sit next to him. He moves too fast, and all you can see is something about trickle-down economy before the book is back in his lap.

“Looks boring.”

He laughs. “It is. Plus, trickle-down economics is bullshit.”

You nod wisely, even though your knowledge in the economy and business field is little to zero. All you know is that trickle-down economics is what rich people use to defend their actions, which immediately makes it so you don’t trust it one bit.

Eat the rich and all that.

“Right,” you let out.

Jungkook throws you a glance. “Feeling better?”

You don’t know how to answer. Because, yes, you feel somehow better now that you are clean and warmed from the shower, but you’re still very aware that the power is out, you’ve likely failed a midterm, and your date was cancelled.

“Sort of,” you answer, shrugging your shoulders. “Today was just a shitshow.” 

He says nothing, but his big eyes on you entice you to open up to him, making you feel more at ease than you’ve ever been around him.

Maybe because you just need someone to vent to after all.

“Like… I woke up late this morning,” you tell him. “Arrived so late to my midterm that I couldn’t finish. Then realized that I forgot my wallet here and couldn’t eat lunch. Got stood up for a date tonight, and now no power here? This day has been the worst.”

You sit back on the couch after you’ve finished your tirade, and Jungkook just looks at you curiously. You don’t register you’ve called hanging out with Hoseok a date until Jungkook says, “You had a Valentine’s Day date?”

You shut your eyes, pinch the bridge of your nose and exhale loudly. “Sort of. Not really a date.”

“How can it not really be a date?”

You entirely miss the teasing in his voice, mostly because you’re appalled at yourself for the slipping. “It’s just… my friend with benefits, so not a date.”

“Damn, peach,” he says, and he bursts out laughing. You crack an eye open, your heart feeling like it’s been stabbed as Jungkook grins at you. “Didn’t think you were one to have a friend with benefits.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, and his gaze slides away from you as his brows furrow slightly. “You’re Tae’s sister, and the way he talks about you I just… I don’t know.”

Annoyance creeps into you as you cock an eyebrow. “You shouldn’t listen to what Taehyung says about me. He still thinks I’m twelve.”

Jungkook snorts, and to your surprise, it makes you smile, right as he glances at you. 

“Are you not?”

“Yah!” You punch him in the shoulder, and he laughs as he massages the spot. “I’ll have you know I’m an adult.”

His features turn somber, and he plays with his piercing for a time before he answers. “I’m starting to realize it, trust me.”

In the somberness of his eyes, a spark ignites, and you feel as if electricity is running on every inch of your body. You wish it would run into the building instead, bringing the power back on but unfortunately, you’re the only victim, and all you can do is hold his gaze.

The moment stretches until you grow uncomfortable, and your eyes slide to the Switch under the TV, as if it’ll find solace there.

“Anyway,” you say, scraping your throat. “Apparently there’s still power at the dorms so I think I’ll head over there.”

“You’ll abandon me?” he says, faking offence. “Right when I offered to take care of your pants? The nerves on you.”

You roll your eyes as the awkwardness fades to be replaced by the annoyance Jungkook usually brings out of you. “You’re a big boy, you don’t need me.”

“You sure you want to walk all the way there though? What if you fall again?”

You push him as he smiles wickedly, satisfied that he’s annoyed you. “I hate you.”

“You know what you hate even more than me?”

Your brow creases in confusion. “What?”

He shrugs his shoulders, a smirk growing on his lips. “You’ll have to stay for me to answer.”

You sigh deeply, folding your arms on your chest. You gauge him, watch as his smirk only widens while you ponder staying here. And you don’t even know why you’re considering it in the first place. There’s just something about being able to talk to Jungkook like this, about being comfortable next to him that makes you want to stay.

“Name a single reason why I should stay,” you finally say.

His smirk turns victorious. “I’ll cook something for you.”

“The power is out,” you feel the need to remind him. 

He throws you a no-bullshit look. “Really, peach, you need to find a bit of creativity in your life.”

“What?”

“The stove doesn’t run on electricity, it runs on gas.”

You look up at the ceiling. “How was I supposed to know that, I barely ever cook.”

“I cook!” he bursts, waving the book around. You didn’t realize he was still holding it, and you laugh as the pages flutter around.  “And you usually steal my food, so just let me make something for you tonight.”

You purse your lips, meeting his gaze as he looks at you, faking annoyance. “What do you want to cook?”

“I have chicken that I need to cook tonight if I don’t want it to go bad,” he says. “I can make noodles with it.”

It takes you all but two seconds before you realize that there’s no way you’re going to leave when Jungkook is suggesting to cook for you. “Alright.”

“Yeah?” You nod, and Jungkook beams. ��You won’t regret it.”

You laugh, slightly shaking your head as he puts the book away and gets up. He offers you his hand, the one with the tattoos on the back of it, and you furrow your brows. “What?”

“Go get changed,” he says, hand still extended between you. “I’ll give you a Valentine’s Day date, but you’re going to have to play the part too.”

Something stops in your chest – your heart, most likely – and you’re hit with the thought that this is a bad idea. That whatever Jungkook means by that is going to be the mistake of the century, yet you still find yourself accepting his extended hand.

He pulls you to your feet, and he doesn’t let go of your hand for a moment, big doe eyes widening slightly as he looks at you.

“You…” you trail off, scraping your throat as you look away from his eyes.

It’s all you can do not to get lost in his gaze. 

“I?” he presses, voice low.

“You should dress up too,” you mumble, cheeks burning. “So I’m not alone.”

He lets go of your hand, and your fingers twitch as it falls to your side. When his index finds your chin, you think your blood stops in your veins. He makes you tilt your head back, enough so that you’re forced to meet his gaze.

“I will.” His voice is grave, and you don’t miss the way his eyes dart to your lips once as they part. “I’m going to make this worth it. You deserve it after such a shit day, don’t you?”

You gulp. “Yeah?”

He pats your cheek. “Yeah, you do.”

And then he’s walking away. You’re left standing there, heart racing in your chest, feeling so warm you think you’re about to catch fire. You watch him disappear into his room, and it’s only when he’s out of sight that you manage to move, making your way to your own room.

You shut the door behind you, resting against it as you take deep breaths to calm down. You’re not sure if it’s doing you any good, because this is Jungkook. Jungkook, with his tattoo sleeve and piercings, your older brother’s best friend. Your roommate, the man that’s been playing with you for weeks, for months, like you’re just some playdough. You think he’s doing it on purpose. He has to – he’s trying to make your life miserable because you’re Taehyung’s sister. You don’t see what else it could be. Because why the fuck would Jungkook act like this with you?

You’re not stupid enough to believe it isn’t your fault. Because you were there the night of The Incident, and you reckon things have changed with Jungkook since that night. 

You take a deep, steadying breath before pushing up from the door. No matter what it is that is making Jungkook act like this, you’re still curious to see what he’s preparing for you. Spending time with him like this, with no power and nothing else to do than talk…

Maybe it’s going to help you understand what’s happening in that thick skull of his. So you search for something to wear, something warm since the heating is also down. You settle on brown dress pants that you know make your ass look amazing, and you pair them with a pale beige wool turtleneck. You tuck the shirt in your pants, putting a belt on to make sure it stays in place, and then you take a good look at yourself in your standing mirror. Satisfied with your outfit, you make to move out of your room, but you stop with your hand halfway to the knob.

You can hear Jungkook humming in his room, a soft melody that’s making you think he’s taking a long time in there. Is he actually dressing up? It makes something terribly warm and soft settle in your chest, and you turn back around, grab your makeup pouch and head to your desk.

If this is a date, or whatever it is that Jungkook considers dates to be, you want to look good for it. So you put a little bit of makeup on, trusting your instinct to make it look great even though the light of your small mirror doesn’t turn on since there’s still no power. You hear Jungkook get out of his room before you’re done, and you hope he doesn’t decide to come here.

You doubt he would, but you somehow feel awkward as you’re getting ready. Because he’s your older brother’s best friend, because he’s a college fuckboy, because he’s been making you feel too many things lately – most of them you repress as if your life depends on it. And you think, your life does depend on it. Because nothing can happen between you and Jungkook; you wouldn’t do that to Taehyung. And mostly, you wouldn’t do that to Jungkook, because you know Taehyung would hate him if something did happen.

You sigh. It comes out shakily, a clear indication that you’re growing anxious, and you almost want to laugh at yourself. You want to tell yourself to get a grip, to just play along for things are bound to go back to normality when the power comes back. 

You only stop feeling anxious when Taehyung texts you, your phone lighting up where you’ve put it down on your desk.

[5:02 pm] bröther👽: jk texted me the same thing! Glad u won’t be alone tonight [5:02 pm] You: he’s gonna cook dinner [5:03 pm] bröther👽: lmao, jk doesn’t cook for girls, feel lucky

With that you realize that, indeed, you should feel lucky. Because Jungkook can be a friend, if not anything else. It’s reassuring, and you finish getting ready feeling lighter than you’ve felt all day, as if the hell that today was is all forgotten. 

You spray some perfume on the inside of your wrists, dabbing it on your neck before you finally declare yourself ready to head out of your room. You hope Jungkook won’t make fun of you – he’d be the kind of guy to make fun of you for this, you just know it – and you make your way to the kitchen, where you can hear him busying himself.

He’s brought his portable speaker out of his room. The one that also has a projector in it, and it shines northern lights on the walls and on the ceiling of the kitchen, giving it a cozy atmosphere. No music is playing as of right now, yet Jungkook is still humming, voice low yet melodious.

You rarely hear him sing, but anytime you do, you feel like your ears are blessed by an angel.

He reappears from where he was hidden in the fridge, and his mouth falls open as he catches sight of you. 

He’s wearing a white dress shirt. You think it’s made of linen – it doesn’t look particularly fancy. Yet the way he’s rolled it on his forearms is weirdly attractive, even though he’s only wearing grey sweatpants with it. It’s a look, a look you think only he can pull off. He’s taken the time to style his hair back, and he’s put on earrings you’ve only seen him wear a couple of times during parties.

He eyes you up and down, his doe eyes crinkling in appreciation. “You look good, peach.”

The compliment makes you blush, and you offer him a small smile. He echoes it right away, and he holds up a bottle of rosé that you bought two months ago and forgot all about since then.

“Wine?” you let out as you stop in front of him. You feel awkward because, obviously, it’s wine, but you still hold his gaze as he nods.

“It’s yours but…” He shrugs, glancing at the label. “I figured it’d work well with the chicken.”

You nod once. “Sure, we can drink it.”

It makes him happy. You can see it in the way he beams, and then he puts it down on the counter with the rest of the ingredients. When he moves, you catch a whiff of his cologne, and you feel your cheeks burn again. You glance outside – the rain has stopped, but grey clouds are still looming in the sky as the world slowly darkens. You wonder if they’ll go away some time tonight – without the light pollution, you reckon you’d be able to stargaze.

You end up helping Jungkook with the cooking, chopping some vegetables as he takes care of the meat. You’re not particularly hungry, so you take your time, talking about everything and nothing. Jungkook is good at this, you realize. He’s good at changing your mind, at making sure it doesn’t wander back to your midterm and to the rest of your shitty day. He makes you laugh, cracking stupid jokes whenever you do something, smirking at you when you roll your eyes.

Being with him like this also makes you understand why he’s Taehyung’s friend. He feels more natural this way, less fuckboy-ish, and it’s a side of him you’ve never really seen before.

You sit at the kitchen table, sharing a glass of the rosé wine while the food simmers on the stove. Jungkook’s put on an indie music playlist before you started cooking – something you teased him about. Who knew Jeon Jungkook likes indie music?

“How was Tae before college?” Jungkook asks all of a sudden when there’s a lull in the conversation. “He barely talks about high school.”

You know the exact reason why, and her name is Youna. Taehyung’s ex, his high school sweetheart. The one that moved to the other side of the country without ever once looking back.

“He was an idiot,” you answer, and Jungkook laughs. “No, seriously. He dated the same girl all through high school. Was convinced he was going to marry her.”

“That sounds on brand with Tae,” Jungkook says, nodding his head wisely. “He said that about every girl he’s dated in college, but most of them don’t last more than a few weeks.”

You wince. “Remember Hailey from last semester?”

She lasted about three weeks, but she spent most of those at the apartment. It was the only three weeks where Jungkook and you had talked more than just small talk – or his usual teasing. Mostly because you kept complaining about her, and Jungkook kept saying you were cute when you were mad.

Come to think of it, it still was teasing.

“Fuck, her voice,” Jungkook lets out, shaking his head. “I’m sure she was faking having such a high voice. I don’t know how Taehyung could deal with that.”

It’s your turn to laugh, and Jungkook smiles as he watches you. “I swear to God, I was about to kick Tae out of the apartment,” you say. “I’m glad she didn’t last.”

“Agreed.”

There’s another silence as the song switches on Jungkook’s speaker. You take a sip of wine, appreciating the taste, and Jungkook gets up to check the food on the stove. He comes back a moment later, sitting back next to you.

You think he’s closer. He feels closer, and the smell of his cologne fills your nose again. 

“You put on some cologne,” you state, and it startles you somehow. You weren’t expecting to say that and, clearly, Jungkook wasn’t expecting it either.

“Yeah.” He looks down at himself as if the cologne is visible on him. “Do you like it?”

You gulp. “Yeah, you smell good.”

He smirks, nodding his head. “You too, peach. I love the vanilla scent.”

You don’t know what to do with the compliment. You mutter a thank you before taking a large sip of wine, and Jungkook chuckles before following your lead.

“Do you think Tae and that girl in France will last?” you ask. “He still hasn’t told me who she is.”

Indeed, he’s remained evasive whenever you’ve asked. You stalked the people that are with him on the semester abroad, and you think two of the girls could be your brother’s type, but it’s hard to tell.

“Oh,” Jungkook lets out. He grabs his phone, resting his forearms on the table as he opens it. He goes on Instagram, and as it loads, he glances at you. “He’s told me. Let me show you.”

“What!” you exclaim. “How come he told you and not me?”

Jungkook chuckles. “No idea. But here.”

He shows you the girl’s profile, and you take his phone as you scroll through the pictures. To your surprise, she’s not one of the two girls you stalked. She looks shy, barely showing her face in her pictures, most of them being of nature anyway. Come to think of it, you do get a romantic vibe from her feed, and you reckon that would work well with Taehyung. 

You’re about to give Jungkook his phone back when it vibrates in your hand, a notification appearing at the top. 

[6:05 pm] Shelly 💦🍒: are u gonna be here soon?

It’s not your fault that you read it, and your gaze widens as you look up from the device. Jungkook hasn’t noticed, and he smiles at you, seemingly expectant.

“So?” he asks.

“You had a date tonight?”

His mouth falls open. He looks guilty, eyes widening and taking a sheepish expression. He remains silent, and you can almost see the cogs turning in his head as he thinks of what to answer.

You don’t know how to feel. You feel bad for the girl – Shelly – who’s clearly waiting for Jungkook somewhere. You feel bad that he chose to stay with you because you were upset, but mostly you feel strange that he’s doing all of this for you when there’s someone waiting for him. 

The emojis next to her name are enough of an explanation of what she is to Jungkook. Still, you feel increasingly uncomfortable, even more so as he says nothing.

“What the fuck, JK?”

“She’s no one,” he says when you get up. “Trust me, I’ve only hung out with her a couple of times.”

You laugh, and it’s somehow void of joy. “Why would I care?”

He looks at the glasses of wine, and then at the food on the stove. “I don’t know… because we’re…” He motions between you, and then at said glasses of wine and food. “I just forgot to tell her I wasn’t going to come over.”

It’s enough of a reminder that Jungkook, for all his current kindness, is a renowned college fuckboy. It reminds you of all the times you’ve heard him fuck – was Shelly one of the girls? You feel disgusted, and you walk out of the kitchen, not wanting to look at Jungkook right now.

“Peach,” he says as he follows you out in the darkness of the living room.

The living room is also strangely cold, and you shiver as you turn towards him. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “But why are you even reacting like this?”

You scoff. “I don’t know, Jungkook, you tell me.”

You can’t see his expression. But when he takes a step closer to you, you feel the heat of his body radiating in the space between you.

“Are you jealous?” he asks, and you hear the smirk in his voice.

“No,” you say, and you scoff again. “I’m weirded out.”

“Because I was going to fuck someone tonight?” It’s his turn to scoff when you remain silent. “Weren’t you going to fuck that dude? Hoseok?”

You don’t know how he remembers Hoseok’s name, but he’s got a point. You wet your lips, tongue poking your cheek next. “Right.”

“Come on, peach, just come back in the kitchen,” he says. He grabs your hand, and your breath gets caught in your throat as he escorts you back to the chair where you were sitting. You begrudgingly follow, and when you’re seated he towers over you.

You tilt your head back. “What?”

He flicks your nose, and you dodge a second too late. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“Fuck off,” you grumble. “I wasn’t jealous I was just weirded out.”

He smiles at you wickedly. “Of course, peach. Of course.”

He sounds so cocky you want to hate him, but all you can do is glare at the table. He pushes your wine glass towards you as he sits back next to you and you wordlessly take it to chug it.

“Now that that’s done,” he says once you’ve put it back on the table, “what do you think of Tae’s girl?”

You had all but forgotten why you were holding Jungkook’s phone in the first place. You recall her Instagram to the forefront of your mind, pursing your lips. 

“She looks chill,” you answer.

Jungkook pouts. “Just that?”

You shrug. “What else am I supposed to say?”

“Well,” Jungkook starts. “For one I can’t believe she’s Tae’s type. She looks nothing like the girls he dated here. Like just think about Hailey?”

You just nod, because in truth you fully agree with him. 

“Her Instagram is a vibe though,” Jungkook continues. “Tae is big on vibes so… maybe it works?”

You nod once more, tilting your head to the side as you really think about it. Because frankly you’d like for Taehyung to find someone that lasts. As much as you know he’s been having fun in college, you know his happiness usually lies in a healthy relationship like the one he had with his ex. 

“Hopefully it does,” you finally say. “Tae deserves it.”

Jungkook looks at you, somber expression on his features as he plays with his piercing. It makes your heart cease in your chest, and you busy yourself with refilling the wine glasses as he remains silent.

“He does,” Jungkook eventually replies. “He actually really does.”

He sounds so serious you throw him a questioning glance. “Yeah?”

He blinks once, as if stepping out of a daze before flashing his infuriating smirk at you again. “Definitely.”

There’s an awkward silence, and you watch as he takes a sip of wine before getting up to check on the food. He deems it ready, and makes two bowls, one for you and one for him. He sets yours in front of you, a proud smile on his lips.

“Smells good,” you compliment him as he sits.

He winks at you. “Wait till you taste.”

You have to resist the urge to roll your eyes, and you take a tentative bite, holding his gaze as he expectantly waits.

“Shit,” you let out, and you fan your mouth with your hand. “Why is it so spicy?”

“Don’t tell me you’re like your brother and can’t stand spicy food,” he complains as you take a long sip of wine.

You put your wine glass back down, wincing as it clinks against the bowl. It fortunately doesn’t break, and you push it away from the dish as you chuckle. “What’s wrong with not liking spicy food?”

He pouts. “You guys are so weak.”

You fake-glare at him. “This shit is so spicy it would wake the dead.”

He snorts, stifling his laugh until you meet his gaze and you burst out laughing at the same time. You think it’s the first time you’ve ever heard him guffaw like this. His laugh is contagious, pretty, and you’re convinced it can have healing effects.

You’re convinced it has healing effects. Indeed, in that instant, you finally really forget about the day, the heaviness it left behind dwindling into nothingness. It’s replaced with happiness, and chatter with Jungkook becomes easier, more natural. 

You realize he smiles a lot. You make him laugh a lot too, and whenever he does you feel your heart flutter in your chest. You don’t like the feeling, know it’s a mistake, but with the wine, all you can do is try to make him laugh some more, and smile whenever he does.

You’re on your first beer after finishing the wine – and the overly spicy food, which Jungkook congratulated you profusely for finishing. You’ve talked about every subject that’s come to your mind so far, none feeling taboo with Jungkook. He eventually tells you about Shelly – she is indeed one of the girls you’ve heard him sleep with – and you laugh as he admits he’s really happy he didn’t have to see her tonight.

You can’t help but snort. “Jeon Jungkook, saying no to sex? I’ve heard everything.”

“Bruh.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Is your opinion of me so low you think sex is the most important thing to me?”

His eyes are gleaming with mischief in the light of his speaker, which will apparently run out of battery soon. You both don’t care, and you’ve lit a candle in case it does die. Its sweet fragrance has been chasing the smell of the food away, and it’s been giving the kitchen a homey vibe, even as it’s growing chilly.

“Is it not?” you tease.

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head at you. “Not at all.”

You throw him a no-bullshit look that makes him frown cutely. 

“How long can you go without having sex?” you ask him, holding in a laugh.

He narrows his doe eyes at you. “At least a few weeks.”

“A few weeks? That’s nothing!”

“Yah,” he bursts, and he laughs as you snort. “Peach, just because I have casual sex doesn’t mean I can’t stop if I want to.”

“Then stop,” you challenge him.

He cocks an eyebrow. “Give me one reason why I should.”

“To prove a point?”

His eyes narrow further, but if you’ve understood one thing about Jeon Jungkook, it’s that he doesn’t step down from a challenge. No, as competitive as he is, you’re pretty sure he’ll do it.

“Peach,” he purrs, and it has something warm form in the pit of your stomach. “Is it really about me proving a point, or is it about you being jealous?”

You choke on the sip of beer you were taking, which only makes him laugh. You think it’s a little condescending, but you know he doesn’t mean it in a bad way. You still punch him in the shoulder for it, unable to resist.

“Why would I be jealous?” you ask. “Hobi fucks me good.”

Jungkook shuts his eyes and his nose scrunches. He shakes his head once before looking at you again. “I didn’t want to know that.”

You smile as if you’ve never done anything wrong in your whole life. “Your loss.”

He laughs at that, gaze dropping to the table. Silence grows between you, but it’s comfortable, not like what silence with Hoseok feels like. With Hoseok you feel the need to speak whenever there’s a lull in the conversation but, right now, you’re content with just sitting back in your chair, sipping on your beer.

To your surprise, Jungkook starts singing over the song, gaze lost in his own glass of beer. His voice settles deep inside of you, resonating in your soul, and you just look at him, awe clouding your mind.

You’re not sure he’s realized he’s singing. Because when he meets your gaze, he lets out a small laugh. “Why are you looking at me like this?”

“You have a beautiful voice,” you whisper.

It’s hard to tell in the dim light, but you’re pretty sure his cheeks have turned pink. “Nah.”

“No, I’m serious,” you insist. “I often hear you hum and… you sing really well.”

His nose scrunches up again. “Stop it.”

“Just take the compliment,” you say, laughing as he plays with his piercing.

You reckon it might be the first time in your life you’ve ever seen Jeon Jungkook shy. Because he clearly is, and he looks away from you, running his hand through his hair. It undoes the hairstyle, and a strand falls on his forehead.

You’ve never felt such a visceral need to brush your hand through someone’s hair before. You manage to resist, busying yourself with holding your beer instead.

“M’kay,” he lets out. “Thanks, peach.”

His voice is soft. Softer than the fur of a puppy, and it makes the warm thing in you grow. You gulp, wetting your lips. You don’t miss the way his eyes glance at your mouth, and he looks conflicted for half a second before he smirks again.

“We should have hung out like this before,” he declares.

“Yeah?” is all you can answer.

You feel yourself leaning in. You haven’t even realized how close you’re sitting to him until you’re leaning in. He does too. He leans forward, tilting his head to the side slightly. He looks surprised, even more so when one of your hands finds the back of his neck, pulling him closer until you’ve erased the distance between you.

You both didn’t close your eyes. And you both look startled from your lips touching, so much so that you let go of him, straightening away from him. He, on the other hand, hasn’t moved, and his gaze goes fully serious before he grabs your arm gently, pulling you closer to him again.

This time, when your mouths meet, you shut your eyes, sighing softly as he kisses you. His piercings press into your lower lip, and as his mouth moves against you, you feel the warm thing inside of you grow so big it bursts. It bursts the same way fireworks do – in an explosion of colours that leaves you waiting for more.

He doesn’t disappoint. He tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss. His hand on your arm moves up until it rests on your shoulder before he decides better and moves it to the side of your neck. His thumb swipes at your jaw, gently, and it’s his turn to sigh in the kiss.

When his tongue darts out of his mouth, you meet it with your own. For a reason unknown, you expect it to make you both grow horny, but the kiss remains soft, slow like you have all of eternity stretched out in front of you.

Even though it’s languid, even though it’s soft, you grow dizzy, head spinning as you taste the beer in Jungkook’s mouth. As his hand moves to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer. You rest one hand on his chest, right above his heart, and you feel the organ racing under your fingers. It makes you grab a handful of fabric as if that will anchor you in the present.

As if that will make you forget that you’re kissing your brother’s best friend. 

It does, though you reckon it might be the way Jungkook shifts in his chair, moving so that you can straddle him. And he pulls you in, softly, tugging on your arm until you let go of the shirt and drape it over his shoulder. You sit on him, legs on each side of him, your toes barely even touching the floor. Still, your mouths move in unison, his lips petal soft against yours. 

Your other arm circles his neck too, until you’re holding him against you. His large hands land on your waist, gently, and his thumbs stroke you, barely even grazing you over the thick fabric of your wool turtleneck.

You don’t know how long you kiss. It just seems like you both don’t want to stop, like you both know the moment you stop will be a wake-up call, one you’d rather avoid while you get stuck in this bubble of eternity with him. The fireworks keep on shining bright, warm summer sun blooming in your heart as if this, this was always meant to be.

Oxygen is futile when you’re kissing Jeon Jungkook. Not needed, as if he breathes air into your lungs. You think he does, and you sigh once more as your hands get lost in the hair on the back of his head.

The next swipe of his tongue is sharper, carries more intent, and you both startle, finally parting from each other. Though you remain a hairsbreadth away, longing for his lips the moment your mouths aren’t connected anymore.

Immobile, you breathe in shakily, and you hear him do it too. He’s still stroking you, gently, and he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you in. You rest your head on his shoulder, breathing in the clean laundry smell of his shirt, along with the scent of his cologne as you turn your face towards his neck.

The moment stretches some more, as you listen to the music. His grip around you loosens as you press a soft kiss on the mole you’ve discovered on his neck. He pushes you back, gently, until your back is against the table. Your gazes meet then, and you wonder if his eyes always shine like this. Do they always hold the light of the universe in them, or did you set fire to his gaze?

He gulps and his mouth falls open. His pupils fill with something you can’t quite put your finger on, yet it has clouds taking over the summer sun in your heart until the beating organ goes cold.

“Now you’ve had a fake Valentine’s Day kiss,” he murmurs, and the fireworks burst into a void that tastes like ash as you interpret his gaze.

He’s regretting this. It takes over all of his features, turning his big doe eyes into hearths of remorse. It finishes dousing the sun in your heart until the star goes to sleep, and all that’s left is the echoes of what once was.

“Fake?” is all you manage to let out.

He shuts his eyes, eyelids fluttering close softly. He looks like an angel repenting as he rests his forehead against yours, forcing your own eyes shut from the proximity.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he reminds you, reality sinking into his words. 

You nod against him before pulling away. You try to get up, but his hands on your waist hold you in place.

“Let me go,” you whisper. 

He does so, albeit reluctantly, arms falling to his sides in a defeated manner. You try to not let yourself think about it too much, try to forget what just happened as you stand up, moving away from him.

Without his body heat you shiver, and you hate yourself for the next words you say.

“We should share a room tonight. It’s going to be cold.”

His eyes shoot open as he turns his head towards you, surprise replacing the reality. As if he thought he ruined everything, and you think maybe he did. Maybe he did ruin everything, but you don’t even want to be thinking about it right now. You just want to go to sleep, to let the night pass.

Maybe the insanity will go with it.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

You shrug your shoulders. “You know, Taehyung doesn’t have to know everything.”

Jungkook slowly gets up, facing you. You gulp as he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, hand going to your chin again. He leans in, forcing you to tilt your head back until his lips find yours again.

It lasts a fraction of a second, yet it leaves you scrambling for breath as he takes a step back. He nods as you meet his gaze, an eyebrow cocked in question.

“We can sleep in your room,” he says. “It’s smaller, it’s going to be easier to keep it warm.”

Right as he finishes his sentence the battery of his speaker dies, and silence surrounds you as the northern lights go to sleep. The light flickers in time with the flame of the candle, and you glance at it.

“Sounds good,” you agree, and you wet your lips as you look at him again. His big doe eyes still shine even with just the candlelight, and you wish the world was different. Wish that he wasn’t Tae’s friend, that you could just grab him and have him kiss you stupid again. But he’s right. You shouldn’t be doing this.

Sharing a bed is only practical. Only because it’s cold, and you have to survive the night. A voice at the very back of your mind tells you that you could head over to the dorms, but you don’t want to.

You want to remain here, in this instant outside of the linear timeline of your life.

“Maybe you should get your bed covers?” you suggest. “So we don’t get cold.”

He smiles, so far from his usual smirk and grin that you feel a pang in your chest. “Yeah. Yes, that’s a good idea.”

All of five minutes later, he meets you in your room. You’ve changed into your previous outfit, and he’s swiped his dress shirt for an oversized white Nike t-shirt. He’s holding his bed cover to his chest, just a white bundle that he offers you as if he’s trying to make peace with you. You motion to your bed, and he nods before walking over to it.

You shut the door behind him, turning to look at him as he debates for a few seconds where to sleep in your bed. He starts by putting his bed cover over yours and then chooses to sit at the foot of the bed, on the side that’s against the wall.

He then turns to meet your gaze, his profile cast in the flickering light of the candle from the kitchen and the few others you’ve lit while waiting for him.

“I think this is the first time I’ve been in this room since Jimin moved out,” he tells you, and his lips stretch into that same soft smile.

You glance around, pursing your lips. “Hope it doesn’t disappoint.”

“It doesn’t,” he reassures you as he imitates your action, observing your room. “It feels like you.”

Not knowing what’s that supposed to mean, you cock an eyebrow. “Does it?”

“Yeah.”

He doesn’t explain further, and you shrug it off as you move closer to your bed to sit on the edge. The moment you’re in his vicinity your heart picks up in your chest. It’s hard to believe that Jeon Jungkook is in your bed right now, and you have to remind yourself that it’s purely because it currently is freezing in your apartment. 

“Should we…” you trail off, motioning at the bed.

He chuckles, a sweet sound that forces you to gaze at him, eyes widening as your heartbeat picks up even more. “You want me in your bed so bad, do you?”

You short-circuit, flushing fully red as you struggle to find something witty to reply with. Falling short on words, you end up shrugging your shoulders as you move under the covers, hoping he won’t tease you further. 

You highly doubt you’d survive him teasing you more.

To your relief, Jungkook ends up chuckling again, but he remains silent as he slides in next to you, keeping a safe distance between the two of you. You lie on your back, while he turns to face you, and you feel the weight of his gaze on your profile.

It makes you turn to look at him, and he offers you the same kind smile.

“Shouldn’t we blow the candles out?” he asks, and his gaze darts to where you’ve left the candles on your desk and night table. “Just to make sure we don’t burn the building down.”

“You want to go to sleep right away?”

You hate yourself for saying that. Indeed, a smirk grows on his lips and he jumps on the occasion to say, “You want to do something else?”

Something grows hot inside of you, and it’s not that same summer sun he ignited in you earlier. You wet your lips, burning from the inside out as you remind him, “We shouldn’t.”

He chuckles again. “Didn’t you say he doesn’t need to know?”

You meet his gaze, find the mischief behind his big doe eyes and roll yours. “You’re annoying.”

Right on cue you shiver. It takes you by surprise, because you feel your insides burning, yet the temperature in your room is low, winning against the warmth.

“Are you cold?” he asks, no traces of mischief left in his eyes. Only concern can be found in his pupils, and you want to hate him for it.

“A little,” you admit. “The covers are just cold.”

They actually are, as your bodies have yet to warm them. To your surprise, Jungkook sidles closer to you. 

“I can hold you, if you want. I’m always too hot.”

You burn a thousand shades of red as you wet your lips. “You don’t have to.”

“Come on, peach, I won’t let you freeze while I’m right here.”

Yet he doesn’t do anything, waits until you’ve nodded your head to slide even closer, and he loosely wraps his arm around your waist. His warm breath fans the side of your face, and you do your best to ignore it.

“Better?” he asks, voice low as he whispers in your ear.

You shut your eyes as electricity courses through your whole body. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

Your brain zeroes in on the weight of his arm on you, and when his fingers start tracing random figures on your waist, you let out a small yelp.

“That tickles,” you tell him.

He does it again, and you try to push him away. Only, Jungkook is far stronger than you, and all you manage to do is end up with your back against him as he holds you firmly to him.

“Stop,” you beg, a little breathlessly.

“It’s warming you up, is it not?”

You roll your eyes, though you reckon it is. You don’t feel nearly as cold anymore, and you can feel the heat growing in you again. As an attempt to get away from him, you shuffle, and it earns you a breathless chuckle from him.

Just to make sure you didn’t imagine the whole thing, you move your hips again. Something twitches in his sweatpants and your mouth falls open.

“You’re…”

“Consequences of the position,” he’s quick to say. “Don’t worry about it.”

You don’t know how you possibly can not worry about it. It’s all your brain can focus on as you shift again, and this time he hisses.

“Maybe you should not do that.” His voice is low, husky, and it sends shivers all over your body. 

You bite your lips. “Why?”

He pulls you back in, flush against his chest. His lips ghost on the side of your neck, and you think you’ve been struck with lightning. “Because we can’t do anything about it.”

“Right.”

He rests his head on the pillow behind you again, sighing deeply. His hand holds you against him, forcing you to feel every inch of his hard body pressing into you.

Of his hard dick too, where it pushes into your ass.

“Maybe we should go to sleep,” you say, eyes fluttering shut.

He nods. “We should.”

“I need to blow out the candles.”

His arm loosens around you before he fully lets you go. You prop yourself on an elbow, leaning towards the night table. You blow out the candle you’ve left there, and before you can move you feel Jungkook’s palm resting on your hip.

“Shit, peach,” he whispers.

You look behind yourself. Your position is explicit, as if you’re angling yourself to fuck yourself on him better. It makes you move your hips, and you see the moment something snaps inside of him.

“Why don’t you lie down next to me before we blow the rest of the candles out?”

There’s something stern, authoritative in his voice, and you immediately obey him. 

“On your back,” he adds.

You exhale shakily as you turn, not daring to disobey. His hand lands flat on your stomach, and he starts drawing circles around your navel. You inhale sharply as he nudges your cheek with his nose.

“You look stressed.”

“What are you doing?”

You hear the smirk in his voice when he says, “Helping you fall asleep?”

“Jungkook…”

“Peach.”

You fall silent as he keeps tracing circles. He sighs next to you, almost longingly and he rests his forehead against your temple. His lips are so close you think you feel their softness on your cheek.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispers. His fingers still on you, under your navel. Some inch or so over the band of your sweatpants and he pushes your shirt up before resuming his actions directly on your skin.

“We really shouldn’t…” you trail off.

“Are you going to be able to sleep?” he asks.

It’s rhetorical – he knows just as well as you that you won’t. “No.”

“It could help you sleep.”

You don’t want to know what the ‘it’ refers to. “Yeah?”

He wets his lips, or maybe he plays with his piercing. But from the proximity, you feel his tongue and you think you’re going to die right then and there.

“Doesn’t it help you sleep when you touch yourself?”

You’re soaking your panties. You’re burning up, caught on fire by every strike of lightning that Jungkook’s words ignite in you.

“Does it help you?” you counter-back, remembering when you heard him watching porn two weeks ago.

“It does. Always sleep soundly after.”

You slowly nod, gulping as his lips close on your jaw, and he sucks gently. 

He’s danger in human form. And he knows what he’s doing, he knows how to weave words to cause your undoing. You think he’s already started weeks ago, the night of the Incident. 

Taehyung is miles away from your thoughts when you say, “You want to touch me?”

He smirks against you, licks at the spot he just sucked on. “Why don’t you show me how you touch yourself?”

He moves his hand away from your stomach, and you moan softly when he parts your thighs open, resting his palm on the one closest to him as he presses it against his hard dick.

“Shit, Jungkook.”

“I know.”

You hate him. You hate him so much you slide your hand between your legs, pressing a circle on your clit.

“Good girl.”

You moan again, yet you stop your ministrations on yourself. “I want to watch you touch yourself too.”

He grunts, grinds his dick in the side of your thigh once more. “You want to see me come?”

“Want you to finger me with your cum.”

You’ve gone insane. You think there’s an asylum out there for you, yet Jungkook only chuckles manly against your jaw. “Peach, I won’t touch you tonight.” You whine, and he sucks on your jaw again. “You can do it yourself.”

He’s mad. So are you, and you untie the knot of your sweatpants so you can slide your hand in. You moan softly as you find your clit, and you dip two fingers inside of yourself before moving back to the bundle of nerves.

“Jerk yourself off,” you tell him. You try to sound commanding, dominant, but your voice is whiny. It earns you a smirk from him as he turns on his back. He takes off his pants and underwear, clearly not as shy as you. You can’t see his dick when you look down as he’s still under the covers, and you gulp as you imagine it.

Feeling bold, you push the covers off, needing to see him. And the sight doesn’t disappoint. His dick is large. Not excessively long, but the girth makes you understand why he’s got girls screaming whenever he fucks them. His tip is glistening with precum, and he runs his thumb on the slit before spreading the precum on his shaft. Large veins run along the length, from base to top, and you’re struck thinking he’s got the prettiest cock you’ve seen in your life.

“Like what you see?” he teases as he strokes his dick once, slowly but with a firm grip.

“Do you want to see me too?”

You really are bold. Far bolder than you’ve ever been with anyone before. Maybe because all of tonight Jungkook has put you at ease, and you think there’s nothing embarrassing about finally living out your fantasy. Especially not when he’s so pliable to it, willing to follow you into the land of insanity.

Scratch that – he’s the one leading to madness.

“It’s only fair if I see you too, no?” he teases with a smirk on his lips as he looks at you with his dark, intense gaze.

“Yeah.”

It’s all you say before you shimmy out of your pants. You don’t miss the way his eyes go to your hip, where you have a large dragon tattoo. He curses under his breath. “Didn’t know you were tatted.”

“Got it last semester,” you answer with a shaky voice.

He smirks up at you. “Hot.”

You gulp, unable to hold his gaze for longer than a few seconds. Shier than him, you keep the panties on. To your surprise, he sits up, runs his hand on the inside of your thigh before he lies down on the other side so he has a view of between your legs. His feet are next to your head, and you angle yourself away from them so that they aren’t in your face anymore.

“Touch yourself, peach.”

You nod, and you draw circles on your clit through the fabric of your underwear. It’s a plain black thong, yet you feel immensely sexy when Jungkook’s doe eyes narrow dangerously as he watches you touching yourself, stroking his dick lazily.

You watch how he touches himself, heart beating out of your chest. You’re on fire, a wildfire raging through you, and you moan softly as you press harder into you.

“Why don’t you touch yourself under your panties, mmh?” he asks, gaze sliding up to meet yours before he goes back between your legs. “Won’t it feel better?”

You can’t resist him. You push your panties to the side, holding them with one hand as you go back to your clit. Your thighs instinctively want to close together, but he holds them open.

“Put your fingers in.”

You do. You push two digits in, arching them as you rub at the sweet spot inside of you. He watches, licking his lips as he increases the pace on his dick. You moan right as he grunts, the sound making shivers course up and down your spine.

“Why don’t you use your vibrator instead?”

You entirely stop moving, digits deep inside of you. “Huh?”

“I’ve heard you use a vibrator,” he explains. “I want to see you bury it in your tight little pussy.”

Your walls clench around your fingers at his crude words, and it doesn’t take any more for you to roll towards your night table so you can grab said vibrator. When you’re settled back in your previous position, you click it on, and the soft buzzing fills your room.

“Wait,” Jungkook says, stopping you before you’ve pushed your panties aside again. “Take this off.”

He pinches the fabric on your hip, over the tattoo, and all you can do is nod once before you do. He licks his lips, looking at you appreciatively through half-lidded eyes. He looks between your legs, where you just know he can see your juices glistening. Before he says anything else, you put the vibrator on your clit, legs twitching as harsh pleasure courses through you.

To your surprise, he moans, a low sound that has your pussy clench hard. Of course he sees, and he’s quick to say, “Put it in, peach.”

You obey, and you let out a breathy sound as you immediately rub your clit with your other hand. The next few minutes are a world of bliss, of pleasure and of Jungkook’s praises and grunts, entwined with your moans. You think your room is burning hot, or maybe it’s just his eyes on you. His balls are tight as he jerks off harder, faster, eyes never once moving away from the spot between your legs, where your vibrator makes squelching sounds as you push it in and out of you.

“You’re doing so well,” Jungkook tells you after you’ve moaned loudly. 

You’re nearing your high, but for some reason, you haven’t been able to hit it yet. His words bring you closer, yet it remains just barely out of touch.

“So fucking well,” he adds, breathlessly, and you notice he’s gripping his dick harder, moving so fast you barely can see his hand, except when it slows on his head with a flick of his wrist. He moans, grunts loudly. “You’re so hot, I’m going to come.”

“Fuck,” you curse as you watch him push his shirt up, and you catch sight of his defined muscles. They contract as he jerks himself off, and you think you’re drooling.

Maybe because you’re so close to hitting an orgasm that you can’t do anything other than drool.

He glances at your face once. You meet his gaze, blood boiling as you see his eyebrows almost touching over his eyes, his mouth slightly agape as he breathes loudly. His eyelids flutter close as his eyebrows bunch up over his eyes even more, and then he moans out something that sounds like your name.

Not ‘peach’. Your full name. It makes your eyes water as you observe him, as you watch how he looks in pain. And then he curses, and your eyes fall to his dick to see white spurts of cum coming out, covering the tattoos on the back of his hand as he keeps moving, never once faltering.

Your walls clench tightly around your vibrator. You think you’re about to come, but the orgasm doesn’t want to hit, evading you frustratingly. Your motions grow inconsistent, the push and the pull of the vibrator clearly not enough for you.

As Jungkook comes down from his high, he surveys you once more, features blissed out from coming. He watches you struggle as his hand stops at the base of his dick.

“Look at the mess I made because of you,” he says, and you moan. He tilts his head to the side, pulls at his piercing, and then stops you. Puts his hand over yours between your legs as the vibrator rests deep inside of you. “Do you need help?”

You feel some of his cum as it spills from his hand to yours. You keep rubbing on your clit, meeting his gaze as he awaits your answer. “Yes.”

He smirks, and you let him grab your vibrator. He pulls it out of you, watches your juice on it with a hungry look on his features before he hands it to you again. “Put this on your clit.”

You obey, and you sigh in pleasure as he covers two of his fingers with his cum, even picking some up where it fell on his abdomen, decorating his defined abs. You know exactly what he’s going to do before he does, and it makes you curse.

He meets your gaze. “Are you on the pill?”

“IUD.”

He smirks. “Good girl.”

And then he pushes his cum-covered fingers inside of you, arching them to expertly play with your g-spot. You cry out, throwing your head back in pleasure. He fucks you with his digits for a while, and you press your vibrator hard on your clit, as if it’s going to make you come faster.

All it does is make you close your thighs on his wrist. He pulls his fingers out, forces you to spread your legs wide open again, and then circles your entrance with one finger.

“It’s so hot, to watch my cum dripping out of you.”

His digits are in again before you can reply, and he fucks you so well, you crash right into your orgasm, walls spasming around his fingers. You moan, loudly so, and tears prick at your eyes as the waves of your orgasm drown everything in you, making you shake with pleasure.

You ride the high for a long time. Longer than you’ve ever had before, and Jungkook whispers filthy praises to you all through it, until you cringe with oversensitivity and turn off the vibrator. You put it down next to you, and Jungkook pushes in and out twice more before he pulls his fingers out of you.

You remain silent for a while, both of you regaining your breath. Once you stop feeling like you’re seconds away from passing out, you prop yourself on your elbows, watching him. He’s still looking between your legs, and you instinctively close them.

His eyes shoot to your face, and he smirks. “You have no idea how hot you are with my cum dripping out of you, peach.”

You bite your lip, so hard you think you taste blood. “Shit.”

“I know.”

“What did we do?”

He shrugs, sucking on his piercing. “We made sure we’ll sleep well, that’s all.”

You sigh, nodding once before you lie back down on the bed. “Shit,” you repeat.

This time he laughs. It’s a soft sound, something that makes your heart squeeze in your chest. For some reason, it reminds you of the kiss in the kitchen, and butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Even more so as he says, “Let me go get something to clean you up with.”

He pulls his boxers up and then gets up. You miss the way he winces as his feet hit the cold floor, and he’s back with a washcloth before you’ve had time to realize he was gone.

“I’m sorry, there was no hot water left.”

“Oh,” you let out.

He chuckles as he sits next to you. “Do you want to do it or…?”

You nod, and you grab the washcloth out of his hands before cleaning yourself up. It really is cold, and you wince, one eye shutting as you make sure you’re clean before handing it back to him.

“What do you want me to do with this?” he asks, a teasing tone in his voice.

“I don’t know?” 

He laughs, still grabbing it before throwing it in your hamper. “Did you want to pee before going to bed?”

You nod again. “I should.”

“Are you okay to get there?”

You roll your eyes, finally finding some of your usual defiance. “You didn’t fuck me, Jungkook, I can still use my legs.”

“Right,” he lets out before chuckling. “I’ll wait for you here then.”

The trip to the bathroom is the worst you’ve ever experienced, with how cold it is in the rest of the apartment. You’re pleased that your room is warm when you come back, and your heart squeezes in your chest as you see Jungkook lying on his side, looking at you as you enter and shut the door behind you.

He smiles warmly at you. “Better?”

“Why is it so cold?” you complain, which makes him laugh that cute, giggly laugh of his. You immediately look away from him, not wanting him to see the blush on your cheeks.

You blow the rest of the candles out, and in the dark, you make your way to your bed. You slide under the covers, sighing at how warm they are now.

“I’m glad you stayed,” Jungkook says as you settle next to him.

You gulp. “What?”

“You said you were going to go to the dorms,” he reminds you, even though that was an eternity ago. “I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Oh,” you let out. You’re happy it’s dark because your cheeks burn so much you imagine you’ve turned purple. “I’m glad I stayed too.”

He sighs, and you feel the mattress move as he shifts. “Do you want to cuddle?” he asks. “For warmth.”

You snort, and even though you’re in the dark, you nod. 

“Sure.”

A few seconds later, you’re the small spoon again, and he holds you close to him. He sighs once more, and it ends with a yawn that has you laugh softly.

“Tired?” you tease him.

“Yeah.” He chuckles, nuzzling his face in your hair. “I’m going to sleep like a rock.”

So are you. Even if you shouldn’t, even if you and Jungkook probably committed a big mistake tonight, you still know you’re going to sleep soundly.

Especially as his breathing evens out behind you, interrupted by soft snores here and there. It forms a melody that lulls you to the land of dreams, to a land where you can forget that he’s Taehyung’s best friend, and where you can imagine that he’s yours after all. It’s idyllic, unreal, yet your sleeping form clings to it like it’s a lifeline in a storm.

You just know that reality is bound to hit again soon.

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[mayoonn]

heyya! i saw u needing some1 to request so here i am 😈 imagine maki (from jjk) is from a family thats known for their alpha genes (yes. a/b/o universe.) and shes engaged with m!reader whom she thought is a female omega due to his pretty face + mid length hair. she couldnt do anything but froze infront of m!reader bcs she thinks that an angel has fallen (cheesy, i know.) but no, its not a fallen angel. ts a human being. maki is rough at reader first but cant help being smitten to reader liek shes ready to give the whole world for him. also could u add smut innit? any kinks r welcome ;) and and make maki a softdomtop!!!!@ im such a sucker for maki ong 😩 ANYWAYS have a great weekend :]]

Thank you, dear! Maki is so.. hfgghh ♡♡

I apologize if it's very late and if this story was a little rushed or doesn't make sense, I was in the hospital with my mom.. Don't worry, she is very well! She just had surgery (I'm suck at writing smut ಥ_ಥ)

(Male reader!!, smitten omega! reader, subbttm! reader, alpha! Maki, softdom! Maki, Maki has cock, reader has pussy and cock, feminization, nipple play, frottage, rough to soft vanilla sex)

Being an omega is a curse and a blessing for you at the same time, from getting special treatment to getting treated like a slut or an object sometimes. It was 0 to 100 real quick, you have to meet the right person or in this case, the right alpha. You were glad your parents weren't like those abusive or narcissistic as other Omegas are experienced before. You actually have a very decent and normal life, your parents taught you well especially about the alphas.

You believe that not all alphas are that horrible but often, you heard or even saw with your own eyes that you actually questioned yourself whether you should even mate with one. You are an independent, one truly rare to see in omegas so it's really a choice to have a mate. Your parents were worried that you'll end up alone all your life so they offered to set up an arrangement of alphas as your potential mate.

At first you were reluctant, you were afraid about your parents taste in alphas. Not that they had terrible taste, you were scared of what kind of alphas they are. You know how they can be but thinking of being alone for the rest of your life sounds depressing. You agreed nonetheless and your parents were very delighted. They were so excited that you were sure they already made a list..

For the first few dates, they were terrible. Just as you expected, one even sent death threats just because you weren't interested in.. "Open relationship". You frustratedly sighed when most of them were talking about themselves. Well at least you dodged big bullets there, you knew you'll regret when you mate one of them. Your mother comforts you, giving you hope to find a suitable mate while your father arranged your dates.

You were starting to give up until your father came in the room, running as he looked very very excited. You were skeptical, raising your brow at him and crossing your arm. You hoped it would be great news or you might as well give up on this whole mate thing. " well, you don't believe it but Maki Zenin accepted our arrangements! " your father exclaimed as both of you and your mother were shocked to hear this news.

Your face was flushed red as your mother hugged you, celebrating as if you actually achieved something. Well you did, Maki Zenin was a powerful woman and also her family was known for their alpha genes. You actually have a crush on Maki since forever, you didn't think this would've happened to you but it did. You have seen her fights, you even heard that she's actually very respectful and such a gentleman!!

If you could, you would be squealing right now like a high school girl getting love notes from her crush. Your father had told you the arrangement, usually date in the same restaurant as always on tomorrow night. You had to stay calm in front of your parents, you didn't want to look so excited when in the past, you repeatedly told them you don't even need or want a mate. It would be embarrassing, you went to your room and got your outfit ready. You even practiced in front of your mirror, you also don't want to be a stuttering mess in front of her, Maki Zenin! You pray that it'll end up well and you are happily married together and forever! ♡

Okay, maybe you were a bit delusional there.. The next day, you were waiting in the restaurant. You came way too early, you kept checking your hair and your attire. You actually did your best as much as you can, you want to impress her so hard.

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After months of courting her, you were both engaged and it was actually going pretty well. The first date, Maki thought you were a female omega with how much you actually cleaned yourself very well. She was flustered when you confronted her that you were a male but hey, she really hit the jackpot there. The way you talk with your soft tone, your eyes fluttering at her, your attire almost seen as an angel that has fallen from heaven. It's cheesy, she knows but she can't help but flirt with you. Your blush compliments your skin so much

That night, after your wedding and on your first honeymoon night was the night you lost your virginity to her. She was glad and appreciated that you waited for her for a long time and she won't hold back. You weren't surprised that she manhandled you so much, it actually turned you on. You were both naked on the bed as she said in hushed words in your ear while she prepared your pussy and stroking your cock. She kept edging you, fingering your hole so fast then slowing down when you were so so so close to cumming.

"Aww, I'm sorry baby but I want you to cum on my cock. Hmm, so sweet, " she smirked as you arched your back in pleasure, your hand gripping on her hand while the other was holding her other hand. It was romantic to you, you thought it was because even though she's so mean and being so rough on your pussy but she is actually so sweet. You tighten your grip as you moan louder, begging for release. Then she stopped and slowly pulled out her fingers from your gaping hole, you huff and pant as tears swelled in your eyes. Your cock twitching so hard, it was painful to hold it in but anything for your lover.

Your hole is gaping as if it was calling for her, you let go of her wrist and wrapped your arm around her neck. Your lips hovering hers as you slowly leaned and kissed. Maki traced her hands on your body, slowly from your chest then on your curves. She gripped your waist and started to devour your neck, marking and biting that it'll leave bruises. You were sure that it won't fade for weeks, you love how possessive she can get.

"Ahh~.. M-maki, please~..," you don't know why you begged for but you really need her. You feel like your body is heating up like a scorching fire. Maki hummed while she gently bit your nipples, playing with your chest. You lightly moaned and your brows furrowed, both of your naked bodies were sweating like crazy. "Baby boy~ be patient, I'll be gentle with you, " she chuckled as she gripped your thighs and pushed up, rubbing her cock to your hole. Your legs twitch every time her cock rubbed your entrance, the head of her cock threatened to push inside. You whimpered and pleaded as you buck your hips but Maki gripped on your thighs.

Your hands gripped onto the blanket behind you as you watched her cock sliding onto your pussy until she finally pushed it in. You arched your back and your eyes widened, your hole clamping on her cock. "Relax baby~ shh.. Shh, relax," she grunt while she rubbed your hips. Your eyes shut, your knuckles became white and slowly getting used to her size. It was bigger and more painful than you expected your first time to be.

After a few minutes of staying still, Maki slowly thrust her cock. You moaned, wrapping your hands around her neck again and nuzzled your head to her neck. Your feverishly moan and gasped were clearly heard from her ear, she grunt as she started to thrust hard. The slaps and your girlish moans can be heard from outside the room, your legs twitch while her cock drilling your inside as if she was rearranged your guts.

You squealed and moaned, bed creaking from how hard she thrust. Maki holds your hand as she whispers sweet nothing in your ear. She growled and soon your release came, the Milly and sticky white substance covered both your stomach and hers. Maki thrust harder than before and you mewled, pleading for her cum as your eyes rolled to the back. Not too long after your orgasm, she came inside. You gasped, feeling your womb were filled and you were pretty sure that your stomach bulged out a bit. Maki lay down on top of you, her cock still inside as she kissed the hickeys she gave in your neck. You grunt when she pulled out, her cum oozing out of your hole and you were too tired to do anything.

She went to the bathroom and came back with a wet rag and water for you, she helps you sit up and clean your body. She kissed your shoulder over and over again as you hummed, this was the best night you will not forget ♡

[planetpedri]

lamine blurb where it’s ’this/it reminded me of u’ moment and readers just 😭😭😭💞💞

Art class — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Having a crush on Lamine was something a lot of people at your school experience, but he was your table mate in art, and he seemed to like you back.

Word count: 700+

Disclaimer/s: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFFFFF

A/N: art class by bea is one of my favorite songs of hers so i js had this idea!

The class was bustling around you but you sat still at your desk, fiddling with the paint brush in your hands. Lamine was late today, so that meant you had nobody to talk to. He always, without fail, talked to you. You weren’t even sure he knew your name, but the conversation’s were welcomed.

Just before the ten minute mark of class hit, the door swung open. “Sorry, Mrs.Suarez! I was talking to the principal!” He hurries to his seat across from you, sending you a quick, welcoming smile.

You return the smile, a faint blush spreading across your cheeks. You quickly try to focus back in on the portrait you were doing of a picture of a flower array you’d been assigned. Unfortunately, your mind couldn’t focus. Had he changed something? Maybe is hair? He looked extra good today.

You feel Lamine looking at you as if he was hesitating to greet you. Glancing up, you meet his eyes with a raised eyebrow. “Good morning?”

Lamine shifts in his seat, laughing through a short breath. “‘Morning.” He says your name, faintly. If you hadn’t been so keen on everything he said, you would have missed it.

Trying to start the painting, you are halted when he pushes something across the desk. Your attention trails to the object, your heart successfully stammering.

“I passed by a shop on the way to school, it—“ He was blushing, you had never seen him blush before, it was cute. “It reminded me of you.”

Picking up the keychain, you examine the pink cat portrayed on it. It had a white Lily beside its right ear and rosy cheeks. This had reminded him of you?

“Why?” You chuckle, finally looking up at Lamine.

The teen boy shrugs, “you said you liked cats, you wear pink a lot, and, well, remember our first project this year?” Wow, he was.. attentive?

You smile at the memory. You’d drawn a Lily for your first addition to your art portfolio. “This is so sweet.” You say quietly, your fingers rubbing over the indents of the gold outlines. “Thank you.”

“No problem—I mean, you’re welcome.” He changed his wording quickly, causing a small grin to form on your lips.

Your school crush had just given you a little gift that made him, ‘think of you’. You pause, “there’s no shops anywhere near our school.”

Oh.

Lamine swallows, okay so he’d lied. He was trying to find a gift to give you, something like a sweet gesture. He liked you, he wanted to see you smile.

“I took a different route to school today.” He shrugs, forcing himself to relax in his chair. “Do you like it, though?” Nice topic change, Lamine.

You nod, “I love it, actually. I’ll put it on my keychain when I get home, trust.” Your eyes fall back to the cat, tracing its outline with a small, endearing smile.

“Good, i’m glad.” Lamine’s eyes flicker across your face, taking in your expression. He had to make his move soon, but this was just the first step. He couldn’t be sure how you felt about him, but he was determined to get you to like him.

After you slip the keychain into your backpack, you sit back up. “There’s girls who would kill for you to give them gifts like this.” Your tone was serious, yet teasing. It was true, though. A lot of girls would do anything to have Lamine’s attention, yet for some reason, it was you he’d given it to.

“Don’t worry, you’re the only one who’s getting one.” He laughs, not realizing how much his words had affected you. Your stomach flipped and churned, your face burned. Was he flirting?

Lamine notices the slight change in your demeanor. “Sorry, was I too forward?”

You blink, “oh, you were being serious?”

“Yeah..?”

“Oh!” Your mouth twitches, “good to know.”

Lamine’s eyebrows raise slightly, “yeah?”

You hum, “yup!”

His head dips as he chuckles, a stupid smile taking over his face as he meets your eyes. “So, if I asked for your number you wouldn’t reject and humiliate me?”

Ooooooooooookay! Right. Right. Because Lamine Yamal was genuinely asking for your number.

“I most certainly would not.”

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[otoyas]

GAME OVER | oliver aiku x f!reader

CW: smut, fratboy!oliver (i swear he is an actual sweetheart ..), petnames, creampie, mating press, choking, alcohol use, mild noncon filming (if u squint)

word count: 2.1k

a/n: frat!au bllk (and oliver) has been plaguing my mind lately .. so i might just make this a mini series

Oliver has always been a tease. He’s a flirt with everyone but especially with you.

Your friends have continuously told you to ignore it and to ignore him because everyone knows he’s just trying to get in your pants. 

He’s bad news in theory and even worse in person - is what everyone says.

But you’re stubborn as hell and the more people tell you to stay away from him, the more you want to see for yourself. So you entertain him. Not enough to be obvious to everyone but enough to form an unspoken game between you two.

Who gives in first?

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The first thing you notice is that he smells so fucking good.

You’re two drinks in, chatting up with your friends until you feel a heavy arm land across your shoulder. You catch a whiff of the body and you decide that he smells delicious. An expensive woody cologne with a hint of musk and you instantly knew who the weight belonged to. Oliver Aiku.

You don’t shrug him off yet. So you hold on to his arm and lean on to his shoulder, basking on the occasional whiff of his intoxicating scent.

“Welcome ladies,” he greets you all with the smuggest smirk on his face. Your friends roll their eyes and wave him off, leaving the area when they realize that you are going to play his game. Once they disappear from your view, you feel his lips lightly press against the shell of your ear and a smirk forming. “And welcome y/n.” 

You hum in response before finally facing him. His arms instinctively move down your back, resting just above your ass. Throwing your arms around his neck, you slowly tug him closer to you, chests just centimeters apart. 

This is when you realize that you’ve never seen his face up close, and you’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or not but you didn’t think he’d be this attractive. “Oliver,” you slur out, tilting your head to the side.

You ignore how his hands start to fiddle with the ends of your shirt, lifting it up a little to trace circles on your lower back. But your body betrays you, goosebumps forming from how good his touch feels. 

He steps in closer, bringing your chests closer, and says your name.

“Nice to finally meet you,” you giggle. “Yeah? Finally, huh?” He says, agreeing with you.

All the previous interactions you’ve had with him have been minor. Stolen glances, light flirting, the occasional touch from bumping into each other at parties. But nothing like this where you’re both left alone.

You don’t want to give in yet, at least not completely, so you pull away from his touch and make your way to the kitchen.

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“Fancy seeing you ‘round here,” you chortle, sitting on the island chair and making yourself as comfortable as you can despite its occasional creaking.

The party is dying down a bit, nearing its end. Bottles of unfinished beer and liquor on the kitchen table and the island stand between the two of you. The smell of the house is surprisingly not… pungent, considering the shit that happens here.

He chuckles at your comment and opens the cooler, showing off the minimal variety. “Pick your poison, sweetheart.”

“Between beer and another beer,” you lean over to stare at your choices. “I’ll take that one,” you point out. 

“Ah, good choice. A beer,” he snickers, grabbing two and opening your can of beer for you. You thank him, ignoring the way your fingers touch, and reposition yourself with your body facing the island. 

Oliver sits on the chair to your right and faces you. “So,” he starts, a lopsided smirk forming, “why are you playing so hard to get?”

You almost want to laugh at him but you settle with a light hearted eye roll. Is it that obvious? Or is he just a smartass who knows when people are attracted to him? It wouldn’t be surprising if he knew because he is extremely attractive.

Batting your eyelashes, you turn to look at him and ask as innocently as you can, “what do you mean?”

He lets out a light sigh and grabs the base of the chair, pulling you close, forcing you to face him. Gasping at the sudden force, you yelp out his name. “Come on princess, you’re not that fucking dumb.”

The buzz of the alcohol finally hits, your head feeling heavy, and the giggles slip easily out of your mouth. Leaning forward, you try again. “You really think so?” Hiccup.

You’re flirting with him now – you won’t deny that you’re attracted to him and at this point, with the proximity between you and Oliver, it’s taking everything in you to not kiss him. 

He only leans closer too, knees now touching each other, your legs slotted between his larger ones. You hold your breath when you see him bring his hand forward, anticipating something to happen because the tension is so thick, only for him to tuck the strand of hair that’s fallen to your face. But he keeps his hand cupped to the side of your neck and tugs you in closer.

He breathes out your name lowly. Hiccup. “Hmm?” You respond, almost mewling.

Then, you feel air blowing by your neck, followed by a lick, tracing all the way from your collarbone to just below your ear. He continues to nip at the smooth skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your neck and your ear, nibbling on it and at the shell. It leaves you squirming in your seat, rubbing your thighs for some friction.

You let out a breathy moan when his hand finally touches your thigh, inching closer and closer to your heat but he does it so slowly, toying with you.

You wanted to tell him more, to kiss you, to fuck you but a booming voice and whistling makes you groan at the sudden interruption. When you pull away, you’re faced with a couple members of the frat, clapping and whooping at the sight, one visibly recording with no shame like this was a normal occurrence.

You pout slightly and tug at his wrist, hopeful that he might lead you to a more private space. And he does— he takes you up the stairs, passing a couple doors before finally arriving into his room.

Locking the door, he opens his mouth, quick to come up with an excuse. “Sorry about that, they’re uh…”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off. You look around at his room – trophies, medals, and pictures of him playing soccer surrounded the walls.

“Kinda expected it,” you say, waiting for him to finally make a move. But he doesn’t. He just stands there, almost cautious of your reaction like he was just not mauling your fucking neck.

“Why are you playing so hard to get?” You take a jab at him, poking his chest jokingly but he catches your wrist. The lopsided, boyish smirk returns to his face. “We’re playing that game now?”

You lock gazes. “What game?”

“Don’t play stupid, princess,” he repeats before finally kissing you. Rough, calloused hands cup your cheeks, holding you close. Oliver is a good kisser; his lips are soft and he tastes so good. You melt into his drunken touch, moaning into his lips when he coaxes your mouth to open wider with his tongue. His kisses are dizzying and have you gripping onto his shirt.

He lays you on his bed gently, pulling away to take his shirt off. God, can he get any more attractive? Your thoughts eat you alive - your hand finding its way to touch his bare chest.

You hear him take a sharp intake of his breath before continuing your movements, slowly moving down to the play with the band of his bottoms.

“Such a fucking tease,” he hisses.

You kiss him again while helping him unzip his pants — his hard on now visible. Fuck. You think. Or you don’t. You feel so overwhelmed and you're so turned on just by him. Luckily, he feels the same way because he doesn’t waste time tugging your top over your head and unclasping your bra – way too easily by the way.

His mouth immediately finds its way to your chest, playing with your tits, nipping at the hard, sensitive bud before sucking on them. His tongue circles the nipple and sucks on it, making you moan. His other hand finds your heat, hovering over the wet patch on your panties, shivering at his touch.

“P-please,” you plead, hands gripping the ones neglecting your cunt, desperate for him to touch you. He pulls away and gives you a sloppy kiss before asking. “Please what?”

“Please touch me- I-i wanna cum,” you confess, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes in frustration. His hands leave your clothed pussy, making you whine at the sudden coldness even more, before gripping your face, cooing at you. “Aw, you wanna cum? Is that it?”

You nod, begging for him to touch you.

“What do you want, baby? Hm?” He traces figures on your stomach and you whimper. “Is it my fingers?” He dips down even further, placing a kiss on your chest, then your lower belly. You feel your cunt gush and throb at the affection. “My mouth?” Your thighs shut tight at the suggestion. “Or my cock?” And you let out a breathy yes.

He pulls his boxers down to show his cock, hard and leaking at the tip. You whine at the sight, “inside now, please,” you beg.

Finally, he listens to you for once. Without any intention to take your panties or skirt off, he lifts both your legs, resting them on his shoulders. You move your body to a more comfortable angle before signaling him to continue. He positions himself, one hand holding on to the frame of the bed for support and the other on his shaft, guiding it inside of your already dripping cunt.

He pushes into you slowly, groaning the second he fills you up to the brim. It feels so good. Your cunt hugging his cock so perfectly — so warm and so wet all just for him. And you whine at the painful yet pleasurable feeling of being filled up. The girth of his cock stretches you out and makes you feel lightheaded.

He picks up his pace and it makes you want to squirm, but you can’t. Not when his arm is clutching your legs so close together. He pounds onto your throbbing cunt mercilessly, the skin slapping reverberating around the room. Every thrust sends you into a deeper euphoria — almost suffocating with how much force he puts into it.

You let out choke gasps, struggling to catch your breath. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. Heat starts to grow on your lower belly, your orgasm bubbling at the constant friction to your sticky clit, and the head of his cock massaging your g-spot easily. His hands find its way to your neck, fingers pressing onto your throat, and you feel a slight rush in your head.

It’s dizzying and you love it. The rush travels its way to your cunt quickly. His thrusts grow sloppier but still have enough force to push you deeper into his soft bed. “I-i think I’m gonna cum,” you manage to choke out through hiccups and tears.

“Fuck, your pussy feels s-so good,” he grunts through deep, long, sharp thrusts that has your pussy creaming and thighs quivering for it. He grabs the underside of your thigh, groping it, and peppers chaste kisses on your ankle.

He groans, your pussy growing tighter and tighter with each thrust and he can’t hold it in much longer. “Can I cum inside, please.” Begging.

“Let me cum inside this pretty pussy.” Again, voice rasp and needy.

“Yeah, y-yeah. Inside.” You grip onto the bed, so close to reaching your own high. The hand gripping around your neck moves to your cheeks, and he gives you a sloppy kiss full of tongue. He’s relentless with his thrusts, you feel crushed, and with his body weight pushing down against you, his cock meets the gushy inside of your cunt, and it’s enough to thrash and twitch below him.

When your orgasm dies down, his follows shortly after. The white, strings of cum creaming and warming your insides. With chests heaving, you both lay down on the now soaked and messy bed.

You make the first comment. “That was good.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle, swinging his hand over and pulls you close. “We should do that more often.”

“Or a couple more times,” you suggest, cuddling into his chest. Oliver hums in agreement.

Silence fills the room again but you have one last thing to ask him. Gnawing at your lip, you ask him your question.

“Just as friends or…” You trail off, hoping he would get the hint, and to your luck - he does. “Nah, not just as friends.”

Game over.

[mokisano]

Osuke Neko-Kun | Yarichin Bitch Club x Male reader [Chapter 1]

cw: Threesome, male sex, blow jobs, creampies, hate fuck, mating press, possible polyamorous relationship, mostly Ayato Yuri x Reader, Platonic relationships, oral sex, fingering, anal, BDSM, gangbang, sex toys eg. vibrators, pegging, rough sex, fluff, mentions and light descriptions of abuse

Summary: The new transfer student, [Name] [Last Name], has been moved to study at the 'great' all-boys boarding school Morimori Academy and has been quite excited to meet his best friends from middle school Yuri Ayato and Tamura Yui, especially Yuri, thinking nothing has changed from the year they haven't seen each other but oh boy is he wrong. Everything he seemed to once know about them has changed once he joined the school's Photography Club.

He's in for a hell of a ride. Literally.

People who identify as Female and minors DNI! This is not for you! If older female readers are looking for a Yari-bu x Reader I suggest reading 'That Girl' by @mozumon! This story will also have major spoilers for the manga so read with caution! I don’t own the characters, all were originally made and written by Ogeretsu Tanaka.

Everything felt so warm and soft as if your bed was just hugging your body as you rested quietly. Well until one of the cleaners busted into your room thinking you were ready and already down stairs getting your shoes on.

"Oh my! Master [Name]! I'm so sorry! Goodness-" She stuttered as she fumbled with the cleaning equipment in her hands as you sat up quickly from your bed half asleep but somehow had adrenaline in your veins.

The poor woman kept going on as you rubbed your eyes and combed your hair back with your hand as you glanced around you almost 'empty' room since you'd already done your packing which were only essential items "I, I thought you were already gone- or getting ready to leave!"

"Wait-" You then said, sleep still evident in your voice, the way your voice sounded almost scaring the poor cleaning woman alone, "What time is it?"

"U,uh...8:10 am I think young master-"

"8:10?!" you suddenly shouted as you grabbed your phone from charge and checked the time for yourself as the middle-aged woman looked like her soul left her body from your sudden outburst.

"I'm going to be late! Really late!" You shouted, since your home was a couple of minutes away from the academy, as you got out of bed and the poor cleaning woman slowly backed out of your room to give you space as you messily shoved your uniform onto yourself and brushed your hair. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to be on your phone late last night.

Once you looked presentable you grabbed your things you ran to the door but suddenly stopped and glanced at your electric guitar that was placed neatly next to its case, contemplating if you should bring it before groaning and running out of your room to brush your teeth and get to the front door at a good time, leaving a dazed cleaner leaning onto the wall as she watched you run down the stairs.

You were tugging at the back of your shoe to make sure it was on properly before seeing the cleaning woman near the stairs, about to go back to cleaning before smiling and waving at you.

"Dōmo arigatōgozaimasu!" You thanked the kind woman before leaving the house in a rush causing the woman to shake her head and laugh.

You were almost out of breath as you got to the car that was waiting for you for almost an hour and a half, the driver's face full of stress and annoyance once you got in. You couldn't blame him.

"I'm so sorry sir! Please hurry!" You managed to breath out as you caught your breath.

"Alright alright! Just stop breathing so loudly.."

"Gomen!"

You bowed deeply to the driver once you arrived at the school gates, the time was just fine leaving you enough time to run to get your information and get to your homeroom and not look tardy on your 'first' day of school.

This was technically the other first year's have been their much more longer than you since your father was home-schooling you because he thought letting you go to a normal school was messing with your brain. Which it didn't but thank the heavens he gave you a chance.

"Enough already, just go." The driver then said with a small smile as he waved his hand outside the window of the car at you while you nodded. Making your way quickly down the empty halls of the school and reaching the place where you were given your things, hoping your things were already in your dorm.

"Come in!" a gentle voice would call from behind the door as you knocked before you opened it to show a kind-looking man in his early 20s, he had dark hair and ocean blue eyes and a welcoming smile as he sat behind a desk and computer.

"Ah! Good morning you must be Mr [Last Name] [Name] yes?" He asked, his voice as sweet as honey, a small smile on his face as you nodded. His fingers typed quite quickly as he searched for your information on the school's database.

"Alright, your homeroom will be 1-D, this will be your dorm key and this will be your schedule!" He then continued as he handed you your things, handing you another pair of the keys since it was normal for some first years to misplace their first set. "Now you should hurry off now. You don't want to be late."

You just nodded before leaving the room like your life depended on it, you really wanted to get this over and done with. Introductions are one of the worst things about the first days. It would've been so much easier if you came in on the actual first day...

As you got closer to the classroom door you could hear some faint voice before seeing the teacher at his desk before making eye contact with you, causing you to flinch ever so slightly. God why did his head move so quick...it was like he knew you were there.

The man soon got up, which none of the students cared about as he went to talk to you. God...let's pray this goes by quickly.

"Ah..." You mumbled out on impulse as you glanced at everyone in the room, your nerves getting the best of you before your teacher cleared his throat, as if telling you to go on.

"I am [Last Name] [Name], I recently transferred to MoriMori Academy. I like making music and playing guitar. Please take care of me." you said, a small blush coming onto your cheeks as you fiddled with your sleeves, all their eyes making you uncomfortable, as you did a small bow.

"Thank you [Name]-san, please take a seat next to Toono-san." the teacher said with a nod as the brown-haired boy called Toono raised his hand and gave you a smile. You returned and quickly sat next to him while the teacher started to talk as you did a little victory scream in your mind for successfully surviving the introduction.

"Hi, I'm Toono Takashi, I'm also a transfer student but you probably already know heh." The brown-haired boy that sat next to you greeted you with the same kind smile, his eyes were a beautiful emerald green and his hair looked soft and like you could fall asleep from just touching it.

You just chuckled softly behind your hand as you took in his features and nodded "And you probably know who I am. It's nice to meet you Toono-"

"Toono-san, [Name]-san you both can get to know each other AFTER, thank you." the teacher then said causing some chuckles and laughs to come from the others while Toono's face started to turn red while you sighed and looked to the side, embarrassed that you were caught.

You both apologised softly before looking at each other and laughing it off quietly. It's nice to know there is someone you know in your homeroom you could talk to. And not long after your other classes began, joy!

You had your head on your desk with a groan as the class ended and the students got ready to leave to have lunch with their friends while Toono got up and went over to you with a empathetic look and tapped your shoulder.

"Are you okay [Name]?" He said with a awkward smile as you raised your hair from the table, your bangs getting messed up in the process, letting out a hum before seeing a orange haired boy walk up to you both with a small skip in his step. And you could just tell that he was VERY well liked.

"Toono! Wanna have lunch with me?" the ginger haired boy asked with one of the most sweetest smiles you've ever seen, not seeming to notice you.

"Ah- Well I'd love too!" Toono replied with a small blush on his cheeks, but hey! you don't judge, as he talked to him while you just sat there akwardly looking to the side as you fixed your hair until you heard the orange haired boy say something.

"Ah~! Sorry! You must be the new transfer student right? I'm Yaguchi Kyousuke. But you can call me Yacchan! I hope we can be friends." Yacchan said with angelic smile, his chocolate brown eyes having a golden glow in the sunlight. Now you understood why Toono was blushing, this man wasn't just kind and popular...HE'S AN ANGEL!

"Ah- I'm [Last Name] [Name], but I think you already know aha...It's nice to meet you." you said awkwardly once again as you rubbed the back of your neck as your started to admire his features once again.

"Have you decided on a club you're going to join?" Yacchan then asked making Toono turn to you with a odd expression but you just ignored it for now.

"Well... I heard there was a Photography Club in this school but if there is a music club I'd love to join tha-"

"MUSIC YES!" Toono then said loudly with a shaky smile making you both look at the brown haired boy. "I mean, music club sounds like a perfect club for you [Name]!" he'd then say clearing his throat after that random outburst while you laughed it off.

"I'd agree with Toono if it wasn't full already..." Yacchan then said with a soft tone as he looked at Toono then you, smiling apologetically, "But I'm sure the Photography Club is in need for more members-"

"NO! I mean-" Toono then paused realizing he shouted again, causing the poor boy to blush embarrassedly and laugh to himself.

"Aw do you not want to be in the same club as [Name], Toono?" Yacchan said in a teasing tone as a small smirk grew onto his face, leaning closer to him while Toono tried to find the right words. The scene in general making you laugh.

"What no! It'd be great to have [Name] in my club it's just- there are so many other clubs that can work with music!" he said as you looked at him with a deadpan expression "Yeah like what?"

"..."

"That's what I thought, plus it doesn't sound that bad!"

"Are you really sure? It's just...never mind but are you sure?"

"Toono...Plus I'm sure next year there will be a space in the music club." You sighed out, leaving Yacchan to giggle at the little conversation, while Toono just nodded in a defeated way.

"And since we'll share the same club soon you've gotta help we register for it!" you said in a childlike manner as you got up from you seat as playfully punched Toono's shoulder to which you internally shouted at yourself for while Toono nodded again but more willing to help you, his smile less shaky as well.

"Oh yeah! Would you like to sit with us too [Name]?" Yacchan then invited you, tilting his head slightly making you think of a cat.

"You really should! We're having Yacchan's cousin join as well!" Toono then added, Yacchan looking to the side with a unreadable look on his face once Toono mentioned his cousin but who were you to pass up an opportunity like that? "Sure! It's better than walking around the place alone!"

"Great! Cmon~" Yacchan then said, seemingly going back to normal as he held onto your sleeve gently, making you blush as the unexpected act but it made you smile either way.

'This is going amazing~ I'll see you soon Yuri!'

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[closetdbisexual]

hiiiiiiiii mate :) firstly ty for ur tags on my asteroid city thing and always when u rb my stuff it always means sososososooooo much thank you <3 also i do really recommend the movie its like. probably my fave wes anderson thing its so good the billions of 1 star reviews on google r haters. anyway hello have u been watching any good movies/shows lately!! i respect ur quest watching terrible movies n its very fun reading the commentary but i hope ur watching good stuff too :(

yaaaaaaaaay hi cent :-) of course of course your art is so awesome . i will probably watch it soon the only wes anderson films ive seen were both stopmotion (which i thought were so so so so so pretty bu did not care for story-wise) so i want to know what his work is actually like live action .... good movies ummm i quite liked lake mungo the australian one 😁 and i think . oh it was jordan peele i liked watching get out. #my horror movies. between my mission to watch as many Not Terrible Bill Hader movies as i can and also the 40 movies on this found footage list i am constantly in a battle between the most boring terrible thing ive ever seen and then something surprisingly goodARE YOU EXCITED FOR THE NEXT AFTERPARTY!!! IM EXCITED!!!!!!

[seed-eating-retard-power]

makes u high

it is so painful not to be able to sing "eating seeds as a passtime activity" in an eddie vedder voice while my room mates are both calling their mans on speaker phone, both screaming in punjabi

i am euphoric on peach beer researching the cadilacs engine (ht4100 v8) getting music shivers from soad toxicity which i only do when i realize how little i know about myself

Acab, antifa and Genocide spray paint and poster graffiti on transformer boxes and bus stops in the most clean white NDP picket fence neighbourhood you've ever seen, free art and Dj fairs family friendly and craft brewery districts with drag bingo by a park filled with urban design simulation model people strolling with their extended families and im on my fucking period, why hasnt it been painted over

acab is decoration for the priviledged?

i am euphoric on peach beer researching my cadilacs engine which i never do unless i realize how little i know about myself

my love list for june 18th:

I love port moody

I LOVE LITTLE MICE

I love craft breweries and younger millenials in craft breweries

I love 2007-2012 garage/surf/psych rock and the nerdy guys banging "drums" under floorboards

I love h

I love the smiths (family)

I love ha and a

I love the sun

I love seeing bright blue sky and bright green leaves

I love when white people get drunk at cideries and farms in the country

I love drag bingo

I love beer and burlesque

I love starbucks

I love kayaking

I love hardcore

I love hardcore's weird rituals and unspoken rules

I love full grown men punching the air to music

I love when other people ask me about if I've been kayaking lately

I love doing things only im interested in

I love feeling nervous

I love nicoderm

I love the American Indian Movement

I love my classmates

I love juicy J and project pat

I love hating on inside out 2 with e

I love Beatrix potter and the british ballet

I love my dad's absurdity

I just LOVE ikea

I love the way ikea is so practical and the shopping experience is so interactive

I love h's music taste

I love learning about what I am interested in

I love schizophrenic people

I love anger

I love system of a down

i love hating inside out 2

I love me and e

I love when we can relate on being shinty and retarded

I absolutely love b and c and its been so long since hanging out with a couple dudes have made me this happy :)

[birthdaytracks]

hey hey

putting on a really special show this Saturday in LA, would be super cool to hang out with some internet friends

http://bit.ly/2DHR4r0

much luv, duran

[venusandsaturnsrings]

i see fox childe and all thoughts in my head is breeding lmao,,,

- poor old u stuck and lost in some random forest after a camping trip, the sun setting and forest turning dark

- despite that, they hear a small whimper,,, look at that, a tiny fox injured its leg!

- the fox is hesitant at first and wary but a tiny piece of food u had on u and some clean rags wrapped around its tiny paw earned its trust

- the orange critter with bright blue eyes looked at u with a,,, smirk? nah, probably just ur eyes playing tricks on u but anyway, u pet it and,,, it bites u!!!

- u bring ur hand back and u notice that a glowing symbol engulfs ur hand where it bit it. Ur more worried about rabies though and u glare at it smiling cheekily at u

- still, u really need to either find ur way back or find a good place to spend the night at least. the fox doesn't care much about what u thought and nips ur shoe, trying to drag u into the direction it wants.

- honestly, u dont know what got into u but u decided to follow it as it yelps happily. it led u to a cozy spot, the leaves surrounding what seem to be a,,, nest? anyway its cozy, somewhat warm, and protects u from possible outside danger with its secluded and hidden location.

- tired, u decided to rest, praying that the weird bite marking isn't going to bite u back in the ass (pun intended)

- the next day, or actually more accurately, next few hours, u wake up feeling ur cunt being abused and on the verge of an orgasm

"good morning, my lovely mate~" an unfamiliar voice stirs u further as u are edged towards ur untimely climax. another thrust into ur wet hole and u are gone, as a bulbous knot stretches and plugs in the virile cum threatening to ooze out of u.

an orange haired man with familiar blue eyes smiled adoring at ur confused face as ur eyes settled on top of his head.

fox ears.

the glowing mark where the fox bit u throbbed with pleasure as it made u whimper.

"im glad such a nice, pretty human agreed to bear my kits." his hand grabbed ur own, the one with the bite, and angled it towards his grinning face as his free hand patted the bulge in ur tummy from his speared dick and cum nestling in it.

"i wonder what would our children look like, hmm"

i always feel brief guilt for everyone else in my asks because i will ALWAYS RESPOND TO YOURS AS FAST AS POSSIBLE!! YUM YUM DELICIOUS YUM!! he’s a manipulative little guy so desperate to empty his balls :(( he’s never gotten to have a mate before, let alone one so cute… not his fault he’s so desperate!! anyways… more btc as per usual U^ェ^U

contains: fem/afab reader, implied chubby reader, knotting, slight cumflation, foxboy childeeee <3

darkness was gradually enveloping the forest surrounding you. you hadn’t intended to be out so late but with distractions coming from every turn and your poor sense of direction it had quickly become dusk. there was lush fauna all around you which would’ve been beautiful had the circumstances been different. all of the landscape and paths were virtually indistinguishable from each other. you tried your very best not to panic but being trapped here overnight and out in the open was certainly not on your bucket list. the most disconcerting part, however, was the incredible lack of animals in the area you had entered. you hadn’t seen a rabbit or a mouse or anything larger for quite some time and began wondering if maybe there was something else you should be worrying about. getting mauled to death by a bear didn’t sound like a good way to go. regardless, you carried on walking and trying to find an out.

the brush against your calves was rather harsh so suddenly feeling something soft and warm was alarming. stumbling back you tripped on the thick root of a tree and fell over. briefly you thought perhaps this was your end but the small yip you heard alerted you the perhaps it wasn’t. your eyes finally focussed on the fluffy orange fox coming to your side. the small thing began sniffing you all over and seemingly inspecting the slight scratches on your legs from all of the sharp sticks you had passed through and now fallen onto. it gave small licks to the areas that were bleeding. it was… endearing. when it finally made eye contact with you, you were slightly taken aback by its bright blue eyes. you’d only ever seen foxes with brown or slightly green ones before so the ocean coloured ones in front of you were unusual. ideally you would’ve liked to inspect them slightly further but the growing darkness came back to your mind. as quickly as it appeared your worry was gone. the little thing seemed to have a rather bad cut on its foot. slowly you reached out a hand. it seemed unsure but let you look at it nonetheless. you pulled out the water bottle from your bag and gently rinsed the skin and fur before wrapping it in a small piece of bandage and securing it with a small knot. the cute thing let out a pleased yip at your kindness. you couldn’t help but smile. next, you fed it a small piece of ham from the sandwich you never finished. the fox eagerly ate it up from the palm of your hand. it did a couple little circles around you wagging its tale happily. perhaps it thought of you as a friend. the soft fur was begging to be pet and so you did. it felt far silkier than you had expected. usually animals like this would have rather harsh fur to the touch since they were out in the wild but this fox was so soft. unusually soft. but it seemed so pleased with the attention that you didn’t bother to think further about it. you pet it’s small head with the back of your hand but when you pulled away it nipped at your skin. letting out a gasp, you pulled your hand towards you. the fox seemed to feel bad based on the whimpers it let out and the nuzzles it began to press all over you. your hand was… not injured? but a strange mark was left behind. one would think the combination of strange interactions would cause you to flee but for some reason you felt trusting of the little fox. you felt bizarrely safe with it by your side. standing up and stretching out finally, the fox began tugging at your shoe indicating it wanted you to follow. based on the sweet events you had just experienced and the reality that you wouldn’t find your way out of the forest before dark, you followed.

weaving through trees and bushes the fox looked behind at you every couple steps to ensure you were still following and hadn’t gotten left behind or ran away. its diligence was sweet and would've had you stopping to pet it further if it wasn't nearly pitch black out. the fox had you follow it up to the mouth of a cave. the cave had tall bushes of flowers covering the entrance that you had to push aside to slide through but once inside you felt the safest you had all day.

the floor, walls, and ceiling of the cave had not even the slightest trace of dust or cobwebs. it was ridiculously clean. on the far back wall there was a slight divot in the ground that housed a large pile of soft and clean pelts and blankets. the aches in your bones nearly disappeared from the sight alone. the was another divot closer to the caves opening that looked to have the remnants of a... fire in it? as if something capable of starting one had been here not long ago. perhaps this cave was inhabited by another lost wanderer recently, you pondered. that would make sense as to why the little fox was so comfortable with your presence. perhaps all humans were friendly towards it. regardless, the happy yips it let out and the further tugs to your shoe had you stumbling willingly towards and into the cozy pile in front of you. it felt more comfortable than any bed you'd slept on before. it certainly didn't take long for the exhaustion to overwhelm your body and for you to fall asleep amongst the comfortable nest-like situation.

after what felt like only minutes of a dreamless sleep you were awoken by your own body. shivers were running down your arched spine and a gasp left your lips in response. a slight purr came from above you. it took a couple moments for your eyes to focus through your pants and whimpers but when they finally did you took in the sight above you. a rather lithe and handsome man. his body was painted in scars and freckles with a light flush covering his face. the bone structure of his body was firm and beautiful. fluffy auburn locks were strewn in every direction as his body moved with the pushing and pulling motions. and his eyes were the brightest blue that reminded you of a certain little... fox? that was nowhere to be seen. your eyes were drawn to the pair of ears on top of his head. 'oh. oh,' passed through your hazy mind. the man above you desperately pounding away at your cunt was the little fox that had bit your hand and brought you here. seeming to pick up on your realization, he grinned showing off the sharp fangs at the front of his mouth. he was undeniably handsome. your hand pulsed slightly and the mark seemed to glow under the lack of lighting. the moonlight barely seeping through the bushes painted the scene before you with cool blues and silvers that contrasted the bright cerulean glimmer from your hand. with one hand moving to grab your own the foxboy in front of you aimed a particularly hard thrust breaching the opening of your womb pleasantly. on any other occasion this would've been rather painful but this fox seemed to know your body better than you. a particularly loud gasp and moan left your throat as your eyes rolled back. the orgasm that washed over you was like nothing you'd ever felt before. your back was arched to the heavens and your legs squeezed tightly around the man between them. he leaned down to nuzzle his head between your breasts with a purr.

"oh dear, little mate. i'm about to fill you up. please bear with me, it might hurt and i'm sorry for that but," his sentence was broken with a whine, "but i need to breed you full. gotta make sure your tummys gonna be round with my kits, 'kay? promise it'll feel good after it stops hurting. can tell you've never had a knot in this pussy before 'n i'm happy to be your first. 've never knotted anything before let alone someone, a mate, this cute." his mumbles were broken sentences leaking with desperation more than anything. "gonna stuff your womb, 'kay? you'll be so pretty full of our kits..." he trailed off as his knot and need grew to their peak. a hard and forceful thrust had his knot pushing into you with a soft 'pop' right before he began to empty his heavy balls full of potent seed into you. the sting from such a stretch only lasted a moment before the feeling of such massive amounts of warm seed filling you had you coming undone for the second time that night. your cunt was squeezing around him so tightly his hips were jerking slightly from such pleasant stimulation. the fox was panting into your neck while biting and sucking marks all over your previously pristine flesh. he planted gentle and loving kisses over all the marks he left while squeezing the hand he was still holding softly. purrs vibrated through you as he continued to nuzzle happily into you. after what felt like hours of coming back to your senses he pulled himself upright, knot still tightly situated in you. the movement had you whimpering slightly which was met with soft apologies from the fox.

"what... is your name?" the words slid out of your mouth before you realized it. promptly, you introduced yourself through slurred words as the man petted at your skull gently as if coaxing the speech out of your sticky mouth.

"my name? Ajax. yours is... beautiful. i'm sure together we'll be able to come up with ones just as perfect for our kits," he punctuated his point with a rub on your belly which was bloated with his cum and dick. "you'll be a perfect momma, i just know it. 'm so happy to finally have a mate... i've been waiting so long for the right one and now i have you." his smile was soft.

"i do wonder, though, what my first rut will be like with you? we'll just have to see... you did so good tonight but i'll have to fill you even more then. i suppose some training is in order, no?" <3

[milkxtea666]

🖤A Little Hate🖤

Ch. 2 Frustration

Chapter 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (fem) Reader

Summary: As if being the new kid isn't hard as is, having one month of school, no friends, joining a club at the wrong time, making embarrassing first impressions, and being homesick makes it harder. So here to making new friends (and enemies)! It just gets more frustrating as it goes.

W/C: 4.8k

Warning: This is going to take place after season 4! So let's pretend all is well, Eddie didn't die, or that the "earthquake" was that bad. This is also gonna be a slow burn and an enemies to lovers! In addition, this chapter is going to be frustrating, hence the title, it's gonna make you scream OMG JUST SAY SORRY ITS SO EASY, so.... yeah teehee TW: SLIGHT GORE MENTION

A/N: remember i post first on AO3! plz give a kudos there if u can!! @/ kth666

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The bell rang as soon as I sat down on my seat. Debs looked up at me and gave me a quick smile before continuing what I would assume was last minute homework. Good, she didn’t talk to me; although I felt better from yesterday, I still can’t help but feel betrayed by her.

Yesterday was one of the worst days of my life, I don’t know if I made it clear enough. After the embarrassing incident with my neighbor I did the sketch that I had to do, repressing all the memories in the presses. Repressing my embarrassing memories didn't work as well as I planned to, but at least I finished the sketch -it was half assed but I couldn’t care less-. Now, here comes the part that I’m dreading; I have to go to the Hellfire Club to paint. Not only will my reputation be damaged if I am seen there, but I will also have to confront my neighbor. I just know that he’s the type of guy to bring up embarrassing stuff from the past, he’s going to tease me. If worse comes to worse I guess I’ll have to report him for bullying. Check-mate.

Brunch time rolled around and I made my way to the club room. Walking towards me was Aubrey, she gave me a wide smile and waved at me.

“Y/N!” She called. I gave her a small smile and stopped to talk to her.

“Hey Aubry, what’s up?” I asked politely.

“I wanted to tell you that you’ll have to spend your brunch and lunch at your club room until you finish your painting. I don’t think I told you that yesterday.” She informed me. You have to be kidding me, I was already dreading going there for brunch, now I have to go there for lunch too?

“Is it mandatory?” I asked with slight dread in my tone.

“Well, no, but it is best to be there two times a day in order to be able to finish by the end of the month. However, if you’re busy at brunch or lunch you can always work on it before or after school!” She in a nice voice that almost sounded fake; but who am I to say that, I do the same thing. Then someone called for Aubrey and just like that she left.

Is it too late to tell mother that I don’t want to move after all?

I sighed and continued to the club room, my new hangout spot apparently, for the rest of the year. I walked up to the door and knocked, no one answered. I opened it and took a peek inside the room, it was empty. Hell yes, no one to confront! I made my way inside and turned on the lights and the room was better lit than it was yesterday. I looked around the room more closely since yesterday I didn't really get a good look at it. The table in the middle had little figurines and weird looking dice spread out. At the end of the table was a chair that looked like a throne, now what in the world even is this? I took a closer look at one of the figurines at the end of the table, it looked like a monster of sorts. I don’t know why I was intrigued by it so much but I went to pick it up to get an even closer look at it. Just as I was about to touch it I felt someone behind me, towering over me.

“What are you doing?” a familiar voice asked. Don’t tell me it’s him. I slowly turned around and yep, it was him. “Most importantly, why are you touching Lord Vecna?”

“Sorry,” I simply said with a pissed off tone “I just wanted a closer look. Most importantly, why are you sneaking up on someone? Don’t you know that's rude?”

“Damn,” he said and put both his hands up “my bad.”

“I am here to paint the door, now if you’ll excuse me.” I said and walked past him to the door. I put my bag down and took out all my supplies. I’ll just ignore him because now he’s actually getting on my nerves, and I don’t want to give him the attention he's asking for. Is this mean of me? Yes, but then again who am I trying to impress, plus it’s not like I am actually being mean to him to his face.

“Alright, I can’t help but think that we got off the wrong foot.” He said and clapped.

“Ya think?” I responded with my back still turned to him. I took out a pencil and started to draw my outline on the door because right now, I want to focus on the painting, and not making small talk.

“Wow, no yeah, we definitely got off on the wrong foot.” he said I can tell from his voice that he was becoming fed up. I shrugged my shoulders and continued to draw. “Eddie,” he then said. I looked over my shoulders and saw him play with the rings on his fingers “My name’s Eddie, just thought you should know.” And with that he took a seat at the table and started to write something.

I have to admit, I do feel a little bit bad for being mean. But at this point, my ego was in the way of making things right, and I was also emotionally exhausted, I don’t have the energy to express my feelings to anyone. I went back to drawing and got lost in my own thoughts. The room was completely silent, all you could hear was the scribbles Eddie and I were making.

Soon enough the bell rang, I packed up my things and took one final look at what I got done. So far the dragon’s outline was complete. It turned out pretty good considering that I am half-assing this. I put on my backpack and opened the door to leave, I took a glance at the table and saw Eddie still writing, completely focused on his work. I then walked out of the room and made my way to my class.

Surprisingly my day was going somewhat smoothly. Debs didn’t really talk to me, nor did anyone else. Which is a good thing, don't get me wrong. The only part of my day that is not going smoothly is when I have to go to the club room, but what can you do? So long as I don’t talk to anyone, especially Eddie, then I should be good.

I spoke too soon.

As the end of my math class was approaching, the teacher let us have some free time before lunch. I took this time to unwind and relax. So, I took out my walkman and headphones and started to listen to some Iron Maiden. I put my head down to rest for a little before I have to go back to hell, no, HellFire. I closed my eyes for a few seconds before I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw the kid beside me give me a small smile. I took off my headphones and smiled back. He looked nice, he had short light brown hair, freckles, and a red sleeveless flannel. I hope he doesn’t fake me out just like Debs did.

“Hey, I’m Gareth.” He said politely.

“I’m Y/N.” I said back. He looked at my walkman that was placed at the corner of my desk and pointed at it.

“You’re into Iron Maiden?” He asked, almost not believing that I am actually listening to it. What did he expect? That I just have the tape and not enjoy it?

“Oh, um yeah! They’re one of my favorites.” I replied with slight enthusiasm.

“That's sick! Finally, someone else that listens to them too,” He said as he leaned back into his chair. He looked back at me and asked me, “So, do you listen to other bands like that?”

“I do!” Am I finally making an actual friend? A friend that is actually interested in me, and not just using me for a club? “I also like Metallica, DIO, Pantera, and W.A.S.P. Just to name a few.” I rambled. The smile on Gareth’s face only grew, but then he looked confused.

“You don’t look like the type of person to listen to that type of music.” he smirked. I playfully roll my eyes and give a small chuckle.

“Yeah, I know.” I responded.

“Hey, do you wanna have lunch with my friends tomorrow? They also like that kind of music. We’re also in a band. I think we’ll get along well.” Gareth offered. My eyes widened, I was in awe.

“Really? I’d love to!”

“Cool!”

The bell rang right after and we started to pack up our stuff. I got up and threw my bag over my shoulder.

“See you tomorrow.” Gareth said.

“See ya.” I smiled.

We parted ways and I made my way to the club room. That interaction really lifted my spirits, I was actually looking forward to tomorrow instead of dreading it. But then the door to the HellFire club was in front of me and my mood dropped again. I took a deep breath to prepare for anything that might happen, then again I planned to shut the world out and only focus on the painting. I opened the door to come in and saw Eddie sitting on the throne, his hands were clasped together in front of him, and he wore a smirk on his face.

“Welcome back.” He said. I didn't give him a response, I simply looked at him, then turned my attention to the door. I put my stuff down and took out the paints I’ll need. I heard him sigh and rustle. Sure, the silent treatment is brutal but I was not going to let him get the satisfaction of teasing me. As I started to paint I heard him get up and walk to me.

“I was being nice and gave you a warm welcome.” He said sternly. I shrugged in response. “Why are you ignoring me?” I stayed silent. Maybe it’s because I’ve had nothing but negative impressions of him.

“Is it something I did? Something I said?” Eddie sounded genuinely concerned, I almost wanted to explain everything; but I know that I’ll end up saying something wrong. He was now standing at my side and looking down at me. I looked up at him and to my surprise he looked apologetic. His big doe eyes were glossy and full of worry.

“If it is because of me I’m very sorry. I mean it.” He said, his voice soft and gentle. I was at a loss for words. I didn’t know what to say, I wanted to say something to him. I wanted to tell him that it was all my fault, that he didn’t do anything wrong; I was just being a bitch. But I didn’t know how to word it.

Eddie gave me a look of defeat and looked away. I should have told him the truth, but I couldn’t move or say anything. He reached for the door and walked out. I think he finally gave up on me.

Now it was just me alone in the room. All I could think about was what I could have done to prevent all this from happening. I was full of regret and guilt. Now I actually have to apologize to him no matter what. Next time I see him I’ll do it for sure.

But for now, I have paint that is on the brink of drying. I’ll think of my apology while I paint.

This is all my fault.

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I propped my bike up against my trailer and headed inside. I went to my room, put my stuff down and collapsed on my bed. I was exhausted. This day was an emotional rollercoaster. One minute I was happy because I made a new friend, and the next I was feeling immense guilt. The issue was that this could have all been avoided if I expressed my feelings, but it is so hard to do so. I need to write down in detail all my feelings so when it comes to explaining myself I’ll tell the truth and give my reasons. I got up from my bed and took out a piece of paper and pen. I sat back down at my bed and used a textbook as a hard surface, and began writing.

After a while I filled up the whole page and felt like I just regurgitated everything, it felt therapeutic. I looked over the paper to check for any mistakes, or to see if I left out anything. It looked good to me so I folded it up and put it in my bag. As soon as I did I heard my mother open the door. I walked out to greet her.

“Hi mummy.” I said and hugged her.

“Hi darling, how was school?” she asked as she kissed the top of my head.

“It was alright, I couldn’t help but feel homesick.” I shrugged.

“Oh baby,” my mother sympathized. “I know how you feel. But just remember, it’s only for a month. Before you know it you’ll go back to California for university, and you’ll only have to come back here for vacations.”

I nodded in response, but still hated the fact that I’ll still have to come back.

“Oh mummy, by the way, Tomorrow I have to stay after school because of the art club.” I informed.

“How late are you going to stay? Do I need to pick you up?” She asked

“I’m not sure, but it’s okay, I can take myself home.”

“If you’re going to stay late I don’t want you to come home by yourself.”

“I’ll be fine mummy. I’ll head back as soon as the sun sets, I’ll make sure of it.”

“If you say so. Now have you eaten? Wanna go out and grab some pizza?” Mother offered. My face lit up in excitement.

“Yes, let's go!” I replied. We headed out the trailer and made our way to the car. As I opened the door I saw Eddie’s van pull up in his driveway. He got out quickly and looked back at me. We locked eyes for a moment. Both our faces showed no emotion, he was the first to turn away and he walked into his trailer.

“Do you know him, Y/N?” Mother asked.

“Not really,” I responded and got in the car. “I’ve just bumped into him a few times.” Mother got inside the car and started it.

“Just be careful who you hang out around, okay?” She asked,

“Okay.” Mother started the car and we were off.

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Today was a new day. A day in which everything can go well, or horrible. I have so much to do; I need to apologize to Eddie, eat lunch with a group of people I don’t even know, and I have to stay after school. It is going to be a miracle if I make it to the end of the day sane.

I got out of my bed and freshened up. I brushed my hair and let it down for the day. My outfit for the day was planned; I am going to wear my Black Sabbath shirt that I have hidden. But for safety I am going to wear a flannel over it so mother doesn’t see it. I finished getting ready and went to the kitchen to get breakfast. Mother came into the kitchen and served herself coffee.

“Morning.” I said and served myself cereal.

“Good morning sweetie.” Mother responded. It was a calm morning, we didn’t really converse, but not in a bad way. I finished my food and put my bowl in the sink. As I rolled up my sleeves to wash my bowl I looked out the kitchen window and saw a small car go into Eddie’s driveway. I saw the same man get out of the car; I can only assume that he’s Eddie’s dad. As the man opened the door to go in the trailer, Eddie was leaving. They gave each other a quick hug before departing ways. Eddie then got in his van, I could right away hear the loud music he was blasting. I looked down to wash my dishes and when I looked back up he was gone.

I headed to school and prepared myself for this eventful day. I arrived at school and headed right away to homeroom. Debs just looked up at me with a smile and went back to her work again, So is she just not going to talk to me again? Did she really just use me? Whatever, I already knew this was coming; so I paid no mind to it. My first classes flew by fast and it was brunch time before I knew it.

My heart was beating fast, I was nervous for this confrontation I’ll have with Eddie. If I could, I would continue with the silent treatment. But, I know that that would be incredibly immature of me. I had to swallow my pride and apologize.

I was at the room already and opened the door. I expected Eddie to be inside already but the room was empty, the lights were off too. I turned on the lights and looked around the room to make sure that it was empty. It was. I sighed in relief and put my stuff down. I once again got out my supplies and started to paint.

As I painted I started to calm down. The more painting I was doing the more prepared I was to apologize. I had a fine line I needed to paint so all of my focus was on that, and not the confrontation. I inched closer to the door to get that precise line, then the door swung open and hit me right on my nose. I fell back and landed on my butt.

“Ow! What the fuck?” I grunted in pain. I held my hand over my nose to soothe it. I looked up to see who did this, and it was none other than Eddie. His face was full of shock, right away he kneeled next to me and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“I am so sorry,” he said in a panic, “I didn’t mean to. Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

“No yeah I’m totally fine,” I replied sarcastically. I took my hand away from my nose and saw blood on it. I showed him my bloody hand and rolled my eyes, “Do I look okay?”

“Shit, we got to get you to the nurse’s office now.” he said as he got up. He was about to help me up but I held my ground. There is no way in hell I am going to be seen with him, especially not like this. Not only will my reputation be even more ruined, but people will think that he probably beat me up. It’s not only for my sake, but his too.

“No!” I stated, I wiped my nose with my clean hand and got up, “I’ll be fine.”

“Are you kidding me?” he said in disbelief, “You could have a broken nose, let’s just go to the nurse.”

“If it was a broken nose I would be in agonizing pain.” I said. I walked over to the table and pulled out a chair to sit on, “Just give me a moment for the bleeding to stop.” I was trying to remain calm even though this was the third incident I’ve had with him, I was beyond embarrassed at this point.

“Okay fine, just,” he said and went to the end of the room and grabbed some tissues “let me try to help at least.” He came back and handed me tissues. I looked up at him and his eyes were full of worry. What is it with his eyes? They are just so captivating.

“Thanks.” I simply said as I took the tissues. I wiped some of the blood off and sighed.

“Again, I’m really sorry.” He said.

“It’s fine.” I replied. But it wasn’t fine, it hurt really bad, I had to hold in my tears so I wouldn't cry in front of him again. He then took his hand and lifted up my chin, he looked closely at my nose. The cold metal of his rings almost felt burning. I can’t believe that I could feel myself blushing, this was not the right time. I avoided eye contact because I don’t know how I’ll react. But I could still see how closely he was looking at me.

“Okay, you’re right, it doesn’t look broken.” He said. I moved my head away from his hand and placed a tissue under my nostril.

“Told you.” I said and rolled my eyes. I sunk into the chair to try and calm myself from completely going off on him. He pulled a chair out and sat next to me. Eddie is a strange guy, more so, Eddie carries strange energy. It shouldn’t be normal to have incidents in front of him every time we meet.

Eddie ran through his hair and let out a sigh, “I guess there's no chance in me redeeming myself, huh?” He said and looked at me with a defeated smile. All I could do in response was just stare deeply into his eyes. I had so much to say, but I couldn’t bring myself to say something. I hated having the feeling of mixed emotions; the angry part of me wants to tell him to fuck off, while the reasonable part of me wanted to give him the letter I wrote to avoid any other misunderstandings.

“I know how you feel,” he said out of nowhere. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow, because there is no way he knows how I am feeling at this moment, “regarding the pain, injury? Whatever it is, I had a pretty wicked accident a month ago. And I am in no way trying to one up you, buuut,” he got up suddenly and lifted his shirt a tad bit, revealing part of a huge scar to the side of his bellybutton. It was nasty, still red because it was recent, and it had what I could assume were teeth marks. “I think that my injury is a tad more hardcore.” he smirked.

“I don’t think that we should compete over injuries like this.” I said quietly, still in shock over what I was seeing on his body. “What um, what happened, if I can know.” I looked away from his scar and started fidgeting with my fingers. He started to walk around and kick his feet in the process.

“Well, it’s a long story but-”

“It’s okay, I wanna hear it.” I interrupted. I was actually interested but I also wanted to make up for the way I seemed uninterested in him.

“Wow, okay then.” He said in surprise, he shoved his hand into the pockets of his pants, looked back at me and smiled. “Well, my friends and I were in quite a bit of a pickle during the huge earthquake that happened here. Surely you heard of it, right?” he looked back at me and I nodded my head in response. Because of that I almost didn’t move here; but because of the quick repairs to the city, mother felt comfortable enough to move.

“So basically,” he continued, “my friends were stuck and they needed a distraction. So being the hero I am, I played this epic song so the um, bats can come to me instead of my friends. It worked, obviously. But the bats were not only attracted to the song, they were also drawn to me.” He took a pause and winced at the memory. “I’m just lucky that my friends were there to save me in time, or else I would have been dead meat.”

“Shit man, I’m sorry.” I said softly, I didn’t really know what else to say. This would be a perfect time to apologize to him but the words would not come out.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m all good now-”

“No, I’m sorry about everything, like, the way I’ve been treating you, and giving you the cold shoulder. It’s just that I..”

“You what?” he said, finishing my sentence. I looked at him and got lost in his eyes again, but only for a brief moment before I realized what I was doing.

“I, I gotta go.” I said and rushed out of the room.

Okay, what the actual fuck is wrong with me? Why am I being like this? If I was viewing myself from the third person I would smack myself across the face to knock some sense into me. Why can I not just say what I need to say before I ruin everything. There is nothing stopping me from saying what needs to be said, yet, I just can’t. And like, why? It’s not like as if I have a crush…on him…or something.

Crap.

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Soon enough lunch time rolled around. Hopefully these new people will help me take my mind off of things. I needed to stop thinking about Eddie, he was the only thing on my mind, no wait, that’s not what I meant. I mean, the only thing on my mind has been our unlucky interactions lately. I think it’s getting the best of me at this point.

This is my first time going to the cafeteria, I’ve only been eating my lunch in the club room. As soon as I opened the door there was chaos. Everyone was rowdy, it was filled with many cliques. But it wasn’t hard to find the clique I was looking for. I could right away see Gareth’s fluffy hair, and so I walked up to his table and tapped on his shoulder.

“Hey.” I said with a smile.

“Hey! You made it! Here, sit next to me, I have to introduce you to the gang.” He said and scooted over so I had space to sit. I put my lunch down first and then sat down, smiling at everyone while doing it.

“Guys, so this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Jeff, Lucas and…” he pointed at the other two boys at the table. Jeff was wearing a Black Sabath shirt and Lucas was wearing a bomber jacket that belonged to the basketball team; they both gave me a smile. “Wait, where are the rest?” Gareth asked and looked around.

“Oh,” Lucas said “they’ll be here soon. Munson wanted them to help him with something.”

“Ah, alright, cool.” Gareth replied. We began eating and making small talk, it was really nice. We have a lot in common and I actually felt comfortable around them. Our conversation was soon interrupted by the cafeteria doors bursting open.

“Finally, they’re here!” Jeff said and waved at them. I looked back to see who it was and it was none other than Eddie, and those two kids I met first: Mike and Dustin. At this point I was numb, there was too much anger in me to do anything. So I did the only thing I had the energy to do: sit in silence and avoid as much interaction with him as possible.

Eddie stood behind me as my back was facing the entrance from where they came from. I could feel him tower over me, I sat still, hoping that he doesn’t recognize me, even though he probably does.

“What is she doing here?” Eddie simply said, with a hint of annoyance in his voice. It’s almost as if he hates me, I completely understand if he does though.

“Oh Eddie! This is Y/N. She’s in one of my classes and I think she’ll get along with us.” Gareth said with a beaming smile. Shit, I felt so bad.

“Doubt it.” Eddie said and walked to his seat at the end of the table “Why didn’t you tell me beforehand? You know how I feel about newcomers, especially when they’re posers-” I stood up loudly from my seat and glared at him, I had so much to say to him. How could he do this? Just when we slightly improved our relationship, he went ahead and pissed me off even more. Okay, I’m gonna say it, all of it.

“Fuck you.” I said, looking him straight in the eyes,

“Sorry Gareth, I’ll be off. See you in class.” I got all my things and ran away from my problem yet again. But this was far from over, I still had to see them after school for the art club. Whatever, if he wants to be mean like that then by all means, he can go ahead, two can play at that game

[monsterfloofs]

Male Moth Monster (Moffie♡) x Female Reader (Sfw!)

Moff bby with his army of moffs - he likes the protagonist and uses his little moffs to come visit and keep an eye on you < 3

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You have always had a strange thing with moths.

You weren't sure if they were drawn to you or if you were drawn to them. They would hang around your lights when you worked late into the night. One particular big one hung around for the longest time. It came crawling over to you when you had been working on the computer. Their sweet face with big black eyes seemed to stare at you as you sat typing away. You kept glancing over at them, wondering when it would take off towards the computer screen. But they sat with you like a little polite house guest until you had got up and carefully took them outside.

And then this last night while you were working, another big moth had flown in through the door. You had scrambled to catch it and set it outside so it wouldn’t get stuck inside or potentially hurt. It was the end of your shift and as your manager locked the door behind you, you had hurried up and let the moth go underneath a lamppost. You can hear the manager chuckling behind you and you give a sheepish grin. Turning to wave goodbye before you hurry off to your car at the other end of the parking lot. You unlock your car and open the door, slipping inside with a sigh. As you close the door and pop your key into the engition. As your car hums to life, you take a quick glance around the empty parking lot. Your fingers just curling around the handle of your throttle, preparing to shift into reverse. But something makes you stop and stare. You can see the faint silhouette of a tall figure standing towards the back of the building. Just far enough that your eyes could have passed over them without seeing them there. You feel the blood drain out of your face, and your left hand snaps forward to lock the doors of your car. You hurriedly reverse your car, keeping a worried eye on the back mirror as you speed out of the employee parking lot and out onto the street. But looking back, you weren’t really sure if you had seen something there or not. The tall silhouette that had urged a prompt departure was gone. But it takes a long time for your heart to stop hammering up in your throat. Glancing over as many times as you can before the dark space behind the building is out of sight.

With a deep sigh of relief, you realize you were far enough along on the road toward home you can relax. And with no other cars with you on the road, you feel much safer. You tell yourself that even if it had just been your imagination it was a good reminder for you to stay on the alert when you were alone. You couldn’t be too careful, even if where you worked was a quieter part of town. You pull your car into the garage and lean your head back into the car seat. That was more excitement that you wanted to have in a very, very long time. You can feel the exhaustion finally kick in once you are parked and your car is turned off. You press the button to close the garage door and amble inside, rummaging around in the kitchen to find something quick to eat for dinner. It’s a little house that you have all to yourself. You work hard to keep it afloat and you are proud to call it home.

You pull out some leftovers in the fridge and as you stand up you are suddenly whacked in the face by something, causing you to lurch and drop your dinner. You cup a hand to the side of your head, feeling a scuttle of feet on your fingers. “Oh no, not another one,” You groan in defeat, pulling back your hand to reveal a moth, grooming it’s tufted antennas on your palm. “Where are all of you guys coming from?” You march exasperatedly towards the front porch, muttering under your breath. As you open the door to step outside, the moth takes this moment to buzz to life. It alights from your hand and flies away into the darkness. You blink and look confused, all the moths you have ever let outside always carreen awkwardly to the left to encircle the light on your porch. You’ve never seen one take off straight into the darkness. That was above bizarre, you shake your head in confusion and close the door. Kicking off your shoes and retreating back into the kitchen to pick up your leftovers. Thankfully, the plastic box had flipped onto its lid, and you were able to carefully pick up your food without spilling it all over your floor. You pop your food into the microwave and pull up a chair, resting your feet while you wait impatiently for dinner.

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Eat, sleep, rinse, repeat, back on your way to work, to work another night shift. You don’t think about the events of last night too much until it’s time to lock up. Then it’s the only thing you can think about. You can feel your body tense tightly as you march along the lamplit sidewalk. You had parked in the customer parking lot tonight instead of the employees and it had made you feel a lot better. You had also made sure to have your keys out of your pocket and in your hand for easy access. Jumping in your car and immediately locking the door. You didn’t pause to look around until you were leaving your parking space and turning onto the road. Feeling a slight tense sensation in your temple you give a small sigh. The tense part was over and the only thing that’s left is a relaxing ride back. Again the roads were barren, and above the sky was filled with stars. It was a peaceful trek to your house, and as you turn off your car you almost don’t want to get up. Eventually you coax yourself out of the car and go inside, you can still here the garage door rattling closed as you close the door behind you.

As you go about setting down your keys, you hear a thump on your roof that makes you start. You hope it wasn't a tree branch, that could have done some damage. You grab your cell phone and head out onto the porch trying to see what could have landed on your house. You stand on your tippy toes and try and aim the light higher. The beam of light catches something dark and shiny and you tilt your head, trying to see what it is. 

Before something massive lifts itself up off of the roof. Your jaw goes slack and you stumble forward towards the door. Your hands gripping the handle but your feet slip out from under you. You scrabble to get your footing and take a precautionary glance behind you.

"Hello." A tall figure stands before you in the light. A tall shapely figure, whose torso started off emboldened and thinned down to a long body with thin legs. Your hand gripped the door handle as you started at this large creature before you. You were staring at a moth, the biggest moth you have ever seen. 

"Uhm. Hi?" Somehow you managed to be polite, there your voice was unusually high as you clung to the door. He shuffles towards you and you sink closer against the frame. He holds something out to you. A pair of his hands clasped together.

“You like?” He buzzes sweetly in a strange voice. His segmented hands lift apart, revealing a swarm of moths cupped in his hands, scuttling over one another in excitement. “They like you, I like you too.” You peek at the moths in his hands before looking up at his own dark eyes. “Uhm. . . thank you. . . ?” You squeak a little nervously, standing frozen on the spot, not quite sure what to do. The tall insectoid puts the moths back into his cloak, and tilts his head at you. “Scare you, last night. Did not want to.”

Your memory immediately snaps back to the large figure behind your work place. “Th-that was you?” You whisper. He nods, one of his antennas giving a little twitch. “Making sure you got in. . .” He gestures with his hand trying to come up with the right word. He must have gotten a little frustrated with trying to remember because his huge wings gave an irritated buzz, causing you to jump. “Car.” He said finally, “Make sure got in car, okay.” You nod, “Okay, you wanted to make sure I got in my car, why?” “I like you.” That was all he offered as a response. “Have for a long time, like you. Nice pheromones.” Now this was getting weird, weirder than it already had been. You give them a strange look. “You like. . . how I smell?” They nod again, this time with more feeling, as if repeating what they had said meant you totally understood what they were getting at. “Not just smell, kind. Kind to kin.” He shuffles his feet in embarrassment. “Like you, want to know more about you. Watch you to see if. . . you are one.” “I. . . am one what?” His attenna’s droop, he can tell he isn’t doing a good job with this. “Hooman’s different. I know. They find mate differently.” Now that, you understood. Your eyes pop open, feeling a rush of heat to your face. A couple of his hands, tentatively tap his fingers together, becoming shy. 

“W-wait a moment, so all this time you’ve been around my h-house?? H-how come I’ve never seen you??” “Could not. . . Just jump into your life. Scare you away. Had friends meet you first.” If you cocked your head and squinted really hard. . . you could almost make sense of that logic. Though you think by friends that means all the little moths you have been dealing with on a day to day basis. “I--” you hesitate, trying to find the right words, “I am. . . um, really touched, that is very s-sweet that you like m-me? I would. . . uhm. . . like to get to know you first, i-if that’s okay?” They stare at you with their big blank innocent eyes before they nod eagerly. “Yes!” 

Not exactly sure what you had just agreed upon, you shakily are able to get enough sense to pry open the door and step inside, "W-well. . . I am going to go get something to eat now. . ." You stare at each other for a long time, he fiddles with his hands, looking at you expectantly. You take a deep breath. "U-uhm. . . would you like to. . . come in?"

You feel like you have finally gone insane when you let the big moth creature inside your house. Come back down to Earth now friend, having a Mothman in your house won’t be that bad. . . at least they seem docile. . . “Um. . . would you like anything for dinner?” They look perplexed and a smile wobbles onto your face. “I have pizza. . . do you. . . like pizza?” They stare at you, not answering. Your eyes dart to the kitchen before looking back at him. “I’ll. . . go get you some pizza.” And you hoof it to the kitchen to dig around in the fridge. 

When you begin to lean up you run into something fluffy and hear a slight oof. He not only followed you into the kitchen, so quietly you didn’t even hear him. He also had been hovering over you and was curiously inspecting your fridge. He steps back, watching you with interest as you carefully step around him and navigate your way towards the microwave. “I can get food for us, why don’t you go have a seat in the living room?” He turns his head towards the living room then looks back at you with all the resolve of a lost puppy. “I wait here.” “Ah, you don’t have to though.” “I wait here.” You give him another odd look but you smile, “O-okay no problem, you can wait for me.” As you turn around towards the microwave you rummage around for some plates. He hovers around by the fridge as you punch the buttons, and once both plates are warm you balance them into the living room. Sitting down on the couch and offering a plate to him when he joins you.

He stares at the pizza in his hands and you give him an encouraging smile. Slowly from his mouth uncurles a very long proboscis. Pausing for a moment in an attempt to probe the pizza gently. But getting frustrated, he then pokes at the slice fervently with his delicate tongue. NyumNyumNyumNyumNyum, your eyebrow twitches, a smile creeping across your face as you find a bout of laughter wanting to bubble up your throat. He’s trying so hard to find a way to eat it. . . “O-okayyy, maybe pizza isn’t a good idea for you-- How about a smoothie or something liquid?” He hands you the plate and sags with visible relief. “Yes, please. Pizza hard.” 

You scurry out into the kitchen trying to keep in the giggles. Sucking in a couple of deep breaths to calm down. Thinking about his poor tongue slapping around pizza struck a very weird funny bone in you. It might have been from stress, or you might really be losing it! Who knows! That poor thing, you felt horrible but at the same time, it was cute and adorable. You busy yourself in the kitchen, gathering ingredients for your juicer. And the smarter, sneakier part of yourself also went on google to look up the kind of things moths were known to eat.

“Okay!” You pipe up happily, “Fruit juice with some greens! It’s ways better for you than pizza anyway.” You walk into the livingroom and he perks up, giving a little excited wiggle as he takes the tall glass from you. His tongue dipping into it like a straw and greedily drinking it up. You sit down resting your hand on your cheek and giving a little smile. “Guess we have a lot to learn about each other huh?” He peeks up at you, while he sips away, giving a little nod before he focuses on what he is drinking again. While he is distracted and you have had a small chance to warm up to him, you take a moment to look him over. 

He is very fluffy, and his plain creamy white appearance is very similar to the moths you have been finding in your house all this time. Big black eyes that take up most of his face, and a little dark colored notch for his small mouth. His antennas are dark brown. He had six limbs altogether, though he used two to stand like a human. The four other limbs he uses for hands had thin and delicate fingers. The joints in each finger had notches in them that made you think of a ball-jointed doll. Thin wrists, and arms, with his wings settled like a cloak around him. Though you could see the faint outline of a few of his little friends, clinging to the inside of his wings and staring at you.

Your eyes shift focus when his hands float into view, he’s holding the cup out to you, half of it’s contents already empty. “Share?” He gives the large glass a little motion, but you shake your head. “Oh no, that’s yours. I can make another if I really want to.” He places a hand on your knee which causes you to start. His big innocent eyes tentatively looking at you. “You okay?” You blink a few times before you smile, “Yeah! Yeah! Taking this. . . well. . . better than I thought I would hehe.” He gently rubs your knee with his long fingers. “Glad.” You can feel your face flush and you give a little embarrassed laugh. “Hah. . . “ You drop your gaze feeling a little strange. “Do you have a name? I mean, I really should have asked you that first huh?” “Name hard to pro-nounce this way.” He mumbles, "How would you normally pronounce it?" He shakes his head sadly. "Not spoken language. Learn to talk for you." 

You were initally nervous about your new house guest, but the two of you had grown close in a short amount of time. He had an impeccable sense of smell, as you realized from living with him. He was able to follow your scent from work all the way home from the sky. And the times where you had gotten stressed and panicky in the middle of the night, he would turn up out of nowhere, all four arms wrapping around you as his wings buzzed in an attempt to comfort you. It wasn't until he started squeaking and chirping in concern when you had finally been able to snap out of the panic and given a weak giggle. 

He didn't make other sounds often, he tried his best to communicate to you in his broken english. He understood more than he could speak, though you had a feeling with how his throat and vocal chords were, he wasn't really supposed to talk the same way humans did. Pheromones were a moths main form of communication and for finding mates. It was their language for practically everything, but you didn't have the same sense he did. There were little things you could pick up on, traits and quirks you associated with his different moods. 

There were a lot of times you felt badly, he was trying to fit into your world. With how you were built you couldn't really offer the same things to try and learn more about his. Even though there was a massive communication gap, he expressed that he loved you and wanted to stay. Gentle hands that held yours, his fingers would stroke you affectionately. When you would lean up to kiss him, his wings would buzz causing a plume of his little buddies to fly off in all directions.

For your own amusement you ended up calling the little moths that clung to him, his Moffia. They weren't always with him, but he certainly attracted other Moths. If he was outside they would flit and fly all around him. You had a nagging worry you might accidently hurt one of his friends if you moved the wrong way. Eventually his little guests had more or less been carefully moved outside, the Moffia had dismantled and was moving on towards bigger and better things.

"Happy with me?" He whispers as you sit down beside him on the couch. You look up at him before you lean against him, "Of course, but are you happy with me?" You can feel your brow crease, "I know I'm not exactly moth material." "Always love you," He leans his head done to gently nuzzle you with his sweet mouth. "Ever since I smell your scent." You laugh with embarrassment, petting his fluffy mane. "Are you happy we got to know eachother better though?" He nods "Very happy, very, very, happy." You snuggle closer to him, putting your arms around him and laying your head against his fluffy collar. "Me too."

[jarigui]

Hiiii i really loved your "haikyuu boys as different tropes !" scenario, its so cuteee, can we have more of that pretty please? With Matsukawa, Bokuto and Kyotani, only if your comfortable tho, I would love to see what kind of tropes they would be part of 🥺🥺

haikyuu boys as different tropes !

genre/s: tooth rotting fluff

pairings: matsukawa x reader, bokuto x reader, kyoutani x reader

contains: mentions of makki and akaashi, brother! makki, mattsun calls reader princess once, reader gets followed home, dog has a golden retriever in bokuto’s part

notes: im glad you liked the other one, and i hope you’ll like this one as well! <3 i also saw that i got over 50 followers thank u guys for liking my work hehe

part one

BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND TROPE — matsukawa issei

you’ve always seen matsukawa since you were little. he’s your bother’s best friend and he’s loved by your family as well. he’s always welcome to any occasion in your home. they treated him like their son. he would always spend christmas in your house and would stay there until new year’s and your family wouldn’t mind. this is also the same with any other occasion in your home.

you were used to his presence now. he’s your brother’s best friend after all.

but that was before your brother, makki, moved away for college. he went to a university far from your home so he has to live by a dorm. while your brother is in another city for college, his best friend, mattsun stayed in yours. he found a local college and enrolled there.

while makki was saying goodbye to your family, he told mattsun to take care of you. makki told his best friend to look out for you like he would.

that’s what got you here right now, being bothered picked up by mattsun by the front gate of your school.

“you didn’t actually have to come.”

he looked up at you and grinned. “well, princess, your father was getting worried because it was getting late and asked me to pick you up.”

you looked back and saw some of your school mates staring and giggling because of him. you rolled your eyes. you’re sure that they would be pestering you tomorrow about him.

“are you sure?” you turn to face him. “you’re not here to flirt with high school girls?”

he rolled his eyes fondly and reached out for your bag. “no, i’m here to walk an annoying high school girl home.”

you move it away from him. “i can carry it on my own. you know, you have be mindful with your actions. people might start thinking that i’m being picked up by my older boyfriend.”

he let out a low whistle and suddenly placed his arm around you.

“you’ll be the talk of your whole school if that happened!” he started to drag you away from your school. “you’ll finally be popular!”

you move out of his hold with a groan. “you’re scandalous,”

he laughs loudly. you can see some of your school mates that’s walking home look at him. you walked further to side to create more gap between the two of you.

he only gave you a sly smirk when he saw what you were doing.

he has always teased you a lot. him and makki would throw harmless jokes at you just to bother you (they’re annoying like that). being the youngest and the only daughter of the family means that your parents liked spoiling you. this lead to mattsun jokingly calling you princess every chance he could get. you would always just roll your eyes whenever he would do that.

because makki is away and mattsun is busy with college, his visits became less frequent as months passed by. but your parents would invite him for dinner once a while or ask him to pick you up from school when he’s free.

he would sometimes walk you home, ruffle your hair, and leave.

however, there was one incident which made mattsun walk you home everyday and made him protective of you.

your class was dismissed later than usual and you also have club responsibilities that day. this made you stay late at school. it was already dark outside when you finished. you walked by the gate and saw that mattsun wasn’t there.

you shrugged and decided not to wait for him. maybe he’s just busy today or he went home already.

as you walking to your home, you started to notice a stranger walking behind you. you didn’t think much of it at first but you started getting more anxious when you noticed that he’s still there. he was trailing you quietly but his presence is making you scared.

you took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down. you tried to think rationally even though it feels like your heart is about to leap out of your chest.

then you remembered what mattsun told you. if a creep were to ever start to follow you home, don’t go directly to your house and go to a public place. those were his exact words.

you took a turn that you usually don’t take to change your path. you looked around trying to find a public place. then you can hear his footsteps getting closer and faster.

you started to panic and quicken your pace. you were frantically looking around, trying to find another person nearby.

just then, a hand was placed on your shoulder. you jumped with a shriek. you turned around and see a very confused mattsun.

“mattsun,” your eyes widened.

his brows furrowed. “what happened?”

he placed both of his hands on your shoulder. you look down and can feel your eyes start to sting.

“hey,” he called out to you. “tell me what happened.”

tears start pooling at the corner of your eyes.

he placed a hand on your chin and pushes it up so he can look at your face. he was stunned when he saw you crying.

“there’s some guy,” you were stuttering, trying to get the words out. “he was following me,”

“what guy?” he clenched his jaw. he can feel his rage bubbling up upon seeing you cry. “where?”

“i tried to shake him off but he won’t budge,” you mutter quietly.

“did he hurt you?”

he tried to check you for any injuries or bruises.

you shake your head. your tears keep on falling and you were still trembling in fear because of what happened.

he cupped your face with both of his hands and wiped your tears with his thumbs.

“i was so scared,”

he engulfed you in a hug. one of his hand is on the back of your head and one is on your waist. he rubbed circles on your back to comfort you.

“it’s okay now,” he whispers to you. “i’m here. nothing bad will happen to you.”

you wrap your arms around him and sob uncontrollably in mattsun’s arms.

“it’s alright now. i’m here, i’ll protect you.”

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT TROPE — bokuto koutaro

it was just a normal saturday for bokuto. he got off practice early but he still has energy to spare. all he wants to do right now is to get home and plop onto his bed, but he knows that‘s not possible. he would just lie in his bed, tossing and turning for hours. on days like this, bokuto would usually walk around the park near his neighborhood.

it was akaashi’s idea to walk around the park.

bokuto sat down on a park bench after walking around the park. the sun is already setting and people are starting to leave the park now.

he sighs and leans back, starting to feel tired from walking. bokuto stands up and starts to walk away when he heard barking and a voice yelling.

when he turns around, the first thing he sees is a golden retriever jumping on him. bokuto loses his balance and falls to the ground with a yelp.

“maxi!”

the dog starts licking bokuto’s face and he chuckles. he sits up and pats the dog on his head. “where’s your owner?”

“maxi”

he looks up and sees you panting with your hands on your knees. when you look up to get your dog, both of your eyes meet.

bokuto’s eyes widened. he can feel time slowing down, but at the same time he can feel his heartbeat rapidly pounding in his chest. the light from the sun and clouds make your skin look like it’s glowing. the wind from the trees making hair sway in tune with the wind. he is in awe as he stare at you.

unbeknownst to him, you’re in a similar situation. your eyes widened upon seeing the silver haired man. you were mesmerized by his golden eyes paired with his long lashes, his pointed nose and his sculptured jaw. you found bokuto absolutely mesmerizing and beautiful.

you were both pulled out from your thoughts when your dog barked and ran over to you, a tennis ball in his mouth.

you pet his head. “maxi, you shouldn’t have run off like that.”

bokuto dusted his clothes off and stood up. you looked at him.

“sorry for my dog. he just gets excited when he’s around lots of people.”

bokuto shook his head. “i understand, it happens sometimes,”

you nod and crouch down to retrieve the tennis ball back from your dog. you glance at him again and sees that he’s looking at you as well.

you clear your throat before standing up. “are you sure you’re alright?”

“ah, this is nothing!” he says with a chuckle. “your dog can jump on me a hundred times and i’d still feel fine.”

you let out a chuckle. you were putting on a leash on your dog when bokuto spoke up again.

“i’m bokuto koutaro by the way,” he says with a grin as he offers you his hand.

you can see the faint blush on his cheeks and that made you giggle. you told him your name as you take his hand.

“are you always walking your dog here in this park?”

you shook your head. “no, only on days where i’m free.”

“oh,” he looks away and scratches the back of his head. “when’s that?”

to bokuto, it seems like a subtle question of asking when you go to park. but the intention behind his question is crystal clear to you. he’s earnest and you find it quite adorable.

you smile. “i always go here during the weekends.”

he looks at you and smiles widely. “tomorrow is a sunday,”

“it is.”

“will you be here again tomorrow?”

you nod. “yes. but how about you? when do you go here?”

he looks up for a while, recalling the days where he’s usually here. when he meets your eyes again, the grin on his face reappeared.

“i usually just go here whenever i want but i think i’ll start going on weekends as well.”

you smile widened. “that’s good.”

ONLY SOFT FOR YOU TROPE — kyoutani kentaro

kyoutani was known by everyone as mad dog of the sejioh volleyball team. the one who never plays well with other people. the one who is always by himself. the one who always have a scowl on his face.

but to you he’s kentaro. your boyfriend who’s always sweet and nice to you.

contrary to popular belief, he’s a great boyfriend. the scowl of his face seems to disappear whenever he’s with you. even though he’s not fond of pda or doesn’t confess his love for you everyday, he always express it in his own ways. he always takes care of you and always has his eyes on you.

if he sees you struggling to open something, he will get it from your hands and open it for you without saying anything.

“thank you, kentaro,” you smile widely at him.

he mumbles, “‘s fine,”

if he sees you reaching for something, he will walk up to you and get it himself instead.

“what do you need?”

you turn around and saw kyoutani, with his hands on his pockets as he looks at you softly. you need to get a book from the library and told your boyfriend that you’ll meet him here today.

you point at the book at the top shelf. “i can’t reach that one, can you get it for me?”

he mumbles something under his breath and reaches the book that you wanted with ease. he hands it over to you. “this one?”

you get the book from his hand. “yes, thank you kentaro,”

you smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek. kyoutani’s eyes widened. he looks away but you can still see the blush forming on his cheeks.

“what was that for?” he grumbles.

“why? can i not kiss my boyfriend?”

you try to get a good look of his face but he turns away every time you do. he can’t look at you in the eye, and even though he’s frowning, his whole face is still flushed.

it might scare people if they see kyoutani like this but you‘ve been with him long enough to know that this is his expression whenever he’s flustered.

“are you blushing?”

“no.” he says without looking at you.

you giggle because of your boyfriend’s cute reaction. he slips his hand in yours and says, “whatever. let’s go now,”

you two walk out of the library with your hands intertwined.

kyoutani is very different when he’s with you and when he’s around with other people. however, you seem to forget this because he never got mad or yelled at you.

you were walking towards the gym to give your boyfriend a bento. you know that it’s near their break and you want to give him something to eat so he will be full of energy for his practice.

you almost called out his name when you saw him by the water fountain. you stopped when you saw him talking with one of his teammates.

his brows are furrowed, he has a scowl on his face, and his grip on his water bottle is tight. you can see from where you’re standing that he’s upset.

it seems as if his teammate is teasing him but kyoutani isn’t in the mood for that.

when he sees you, he slams his water bottle by the fountain and walks towards you.

you slightly jump by the loud sound of his water bottle hitting the water fountain and his teammate was shocked too.

his expression is still the same while he’s walking towards you. he stops when he’s in front of you.

“hey,” you greet him, hoping to ease some of the tension.

before you could add anything, he drops his head on your shoulder. you froze for a second but started to relax.

“what’s wrong?”

it was merely a whisper. you raise one of your hand and place it on kyoutani’s back, slowly moving it, in attempt to comfort him.

“people always bother me.” his voice is a bit muffled.

“do i bother you?”

he raises his head. “no. you would never bother me.”

you smile at him and raise the bento that you made. “i made this for you,”

he looks at the bento and you can see his eyes soften.

“thank you,” he smiles and takes the bento in your hands.

he buries his face on your shoulder again. “can’t hug you because i’m sweaty from practice,”

“‘s fine,”

[imjusttpeachy]

she's a rae of sunshine (c.h.)

okay so this was a request but i completely read it wrong so i’m gonna write it again but i finished this one anyway so here take it

so sorry to the anon who requested it bc u were so fuckin sweet i’ll have it up asap i promise

playlist

ralph castelli - morning sex

crumb - bones

jorja smith - teenage fantasy

summary: balancing college life and wanting to support your best friends online endeavors was difficult, but reader regrets trying a little harder when she finally meets one of her newer stream-mates

word count: 2, 828

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns used, coarse language, lowkey OOC Corpse, that needs its own warning i’m sorry,

•••

“Look you knew I had to stream before I said you could come over ya fuckin idiot.”

“Yea I knowwwww, I just wanted to spend more time with my super-hot best friend forever.”

Being the best friend of an online personality had its perks— the amazing trips you got to hitch a ride on, the adoring fans that seemed to latch on to you as well, the sponsorships that would always send you something along with the original PR package, and especially the way she was able to choose their own work hours.

Well... mostly.

As much as you adored spending time together during the day, whether it be shopping or going out for brunch, those late nights that always seemed to hold the most memories you held so dear were few and far between. Of course, you couldn’t blame her; responsibilities were responsibilities, and fuck if you’d let your selfish wants override the way she chooses to get her work done. You really couldn’t be one to judge either-- having to call off dates because you’d underestimated the time you needed to complete a school paper, or when a last-minute lab was called in and you’d have to leave her sitting alone in those cafes with your half-finished mocha and a promise to Venmo her the money to cover it later. What left you feeling the most guilty, though, was the fact that you weren’t able to watch her content as much as you’d like to. Sure, you’d catch a few minutes of a stream here and there but any time you spent apart was usually spent with your head buried in a book, mind bleary with countless espresso shots trying to keep your tired eyes focused on the seemingly unending work in front of you.

But, a distraction every now and then couldn’t hurt. Right?

Having had enough of your current assignment, any coherent thought was long gone, you’d decided to pay your favourite person a little visit. You knew she’d probably be busy as she hadn’t replied to your previous text for a few hours, but knowing her presence alone and any passing comments would lift the heaviness that had found its home in your head and chest, you shot her a message to let her know that her office couch would be occupied by you for the next few hours. Normally, you’d just show up so you knew she wouldn’t have a problem with it; so when that fateful message popped up on your phone giving you the go-ahead you completely ignored the warning of her work schedule and drove right over.

So now here you were, sprawled haphazardly on her couch clad in sweats and a sports bra scrolling through your phone as you watched her finish her final touches so she could start her stream.

“You’re gonna be in the background of my face cam if you wanna sit there y’know.” Groaning in response to her warning not wanting to move from the comfy spot you just found, you looked over at her with the best puppy eyes you could muster. She chuckled softly, raising her hands in surrender as she turned back to her setup. “Hey I really don’t care, just warning ya bug. The thirst comments and screenshots are outta my hands.”

Scoffing under your breath at her comment, you turned your head back to your phone as a Twitter notification popped up at the top of your screen.

Corpse Husband: streaming among us in a few mins, join in on youtube

Heartbeat picking up slightly, you scrambled for the purse you’d thrown at the base of the couch for your headphones. Ever since you’d found this handsome-voiced stranger’s channel on your late night horror binges, you had fallen completely in love. While you weren’t typically the type to watch video game commentary outside of Rae, his voice got you completely hooked and you couldn’t get enough of it. Yeah, maybe you were a bit of a simp, but that sweet and genuine personality that hid behind that gravelly tone had you melting completely into his clutches. You tried to convince yourself to get over it, you didn’t even know what he looked like. But, y’know, a little crush wouldn’t hurt anybody right?

“Going live in T-minus 30 seconds babe.” Jumping slightly as Rae’s voice knocked you out of dreamland, you mumbled out a small “got it” as you once again got focused on getting your headphones connected to your phone. You’d never been able to watch one of his lives before, his horror commentary videos usually playing as background noise as you did schoolwork or while you were falling asleep. Practically shaking with excitement, you opened your YouTube app seeing the live at the very top and tapping on it immediately only to be met with that sweet laugh ringing through your headphones like music to your ears. You grinned to yourself, grabbing the throw pillow you had previously tossed to the floor and hugging it to your chest while your eyes remained glued to your phone screen, completely forgetting what was happening around you as you zeroed in on the gravelly tone you’d fallen oh-so in love with.

“Hey (Y/N) wave hi.” You startled slightly as the faint voice of your friend sounded from across the room. Glancing up from your phone, you pulled an earbud from your ear and furrowed your brows at her before slowly processing what she said, lifting a hand in greeting to her watchers. She laughed at your confusing antics, turning slightly in her chair to look over at you. “What the hell are you so smiley about?”

“…Nothing..” You grinned widely as her laugh once again resounded around the room, shaking her head at you before turning back to her screen with a scoff, muttering something under her breath so only her watchers could hear. Smile still plastered across your lips, you settled back down into the comfiness of the couch and popped your earbud back in, zeroing in again on the screen in front of you. Watching as Corpse moved his character around the lobby as he waited for his friends to join, a small giggle escaped from under your breath; trying your best to be mindful of Rae’s stream but not being able to hold back the flustered feeling welling up in your chest, mind giddy with the thought of finally being able to see one of his famous live streams, well, live. It had only been a few seconds later when you heard Rae’s voice once again, only this time, not as muffled as before.

“What’s up motherfuckers.” Brows furrowing in confusion, you lifted your hand to your earbud and pulled it from your ear once again, hearing her voice from across the room but from your other earbud as well. No, there was no fucking way. All your questions were answered, though, as you glanced back down at your phone screen seeing a red character move around the game lobby along with Corpse’s, the gamer tag ‘Valkyrae’ floating just above it. Blinking hard at your screen trying to convince yourself that your eyes were lying to you, you slowly pulled your hand to cover your mouth in shock. How… How could you possibly not know they knew each other? With the way they spoke to each other in sarcastic comments, poking fun at the other it sounded like they were close too. Body finally catching up with your thoughts, you scrambled at your phone, shaky hands moving as quickly as they could to pull up your texts with Rae. Your fingers tapped furiously at the screen, anxious to get back to the live stream to listen in more but also needing to know what the fuck was going on.

TO my rae of sunshine: care to explain what the fuck is going on??! how the fuck do you know corpse husband?????!??!

“Oops sorry guys, guess I forgot to turn off my phone ringer-“ Staring up at the back of her head helplessly, you watched as she picked up her phone seeming to read out the text before bursting into a peal of laughter. Tossing a look at you over her shoulder, you looked back down at your phone bashfully, seeing the three loading dots in your message thread indicating that she was messaging you back.

my rae of sunshine: lol what about it? you gotta crush on him or something?

TO my rae of sunshine: …no

Hitting send you rushed back to the stream, anxious to see what Corpse was saying in response to Rae’s absence, not thinking anything about your brief conversation and thinking you would discuss it after she had logged off for the night. Though, as you heard her phone chime again from across the room followed by another bark of laughter, you knew you weren’t getting off that easy.

“What are you laughing about?” Corpse’s honeyed voice sounded from your earbud, hearing Rae’s giggles from what you presumed to be their discord voice chat. Glancing anxiously between his stream and the reflection of Rae’s face cam in one of her monitors, your heart began to sink as you watched that familiar mischievous grin tugging at the edge of her lips.

“Oh just my friend (Y/n) sent me a funny meme”

“Wait, is she the one in some of your Instagram posts?” You swear your heart stopped beating at that moment, eyes glued to the screen in front of you as you tried helplessly to process the conversation happening right in front of you. He knew who you were? You thought you’d always be lost among the hundreds of thousands of his new adoring fans, left in the anonymity of your Twitter tag in his subtweets, or just another subscriber that fawned over him silently behind a keyboard. Knowing that he’d actually seen your face you could feel your own beginning to heat at that moment; you brought your hands your mouth again, unknowingly curling your body tighter around the pillow in your lap as you tried to hide your face behind it as you become more and more flustered from the words nonchalantly escaping his mouth.

“Yea that’s her, pretty thing isn’t she? She’s my absolute favourite.”

That’s it, you were gonna fucking kill her.

“I mean, yeah... I guess..” The timid words followed by a soft awkward chuckle had your breath hitching in your throat. There was no fucking way this was happening. This had to be a dream, that was the only possible explanation. You were just about to pinch yourself when Rae’s voice startled you from your thoughts.

“She’s actually over right now. She insisted on getting wine drunk later tonight because her professor’s been on her ass lately. I’ll get her to come say hi.” Rae had barely turned around in her chair when she was met with your wide-eyed gaze, panic painted across your features as you shook your head wildly. You were in no state to be talking to your long-time internet crush in such a casual setting. But with the look Rae shot you from her chair as she started to plug another headset into her PC, you knew you had no choice and begrudgingly pulled yourself from the couch almost tripping over your own feet as you shakily walked over to Rae. Shooting her another pleading look, she only shoved the headset in your direction in return as she grinned up at you. Finally biting the bullet, you pulled on the headset and leaned down toward the mic.

“Hi, how’s it going?” Cursing at yourself for how quiet and shaky your words came out, you barely had any time to think it over before a chorus of greetings sounded through the headset. A small giggle escaped your lips as you watched the different Discord icons appear and disappear from the top of the screen. You knew most of these people already which made you even more confused as to how you managed to miss that voice from all the discord chats and voice calls. Well, knowing them was a bit of an overstatement anyway; you knew /of/ them, and they knew /of/ you in the other times you popped up in the background or in passing conversation during Rae’s streams. They did know you well enough, though, to know this was not the way you usually spoke around them.

“No way, that can’t be the (Y/N) I know!” The voice you recognize as Sean echoes through your headset, another chorus of knowing laughter following quickly after. Taking a deep breath you managed to force out a few words that would get them off your case.

“…Shut the fuck up”

“There she is!!” As the group erupted in laughter yet again, all you could focus on was the faint deep chuckle that resounded through your headset. Feeling your face start to heat up, you covered your wide grin with your hand as butterflies burst through your stomach; you could listen to that laugh all day. Before you were able to speak again, though, that heavenly voice piped up and wiped all train of thought from your mind.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N).”

“It’s nice to meet you too Corpse. I gotta be honest ‘n say I’m a pretty big fan of your no-sleep work.” And... there’s the word vomit. Fuck, you could feel your cheeks starting to heat up with the ongoing realization of who you were talking to.

“Aha thank you, I uh really appreciate that. I’m sure you just heard, but I guess you could say I’m a fan of yours also.”

No.

No, there’s no fucking way.

Is he...

Flirting with you?

Before you could even think about what to reply to that with, the rest of the group beat you to it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is happening.”

“CORPSE! You SIMP!”

“Is- Is Corpse really shooting his shot right now?”

You didn’t realize you were frozen in place until you felt Rae’s hand on your elbow, snapping you out of your bewildered trance as you tried to comprehend what was happening yourself. As your thoughts finally caught up to the present, you could feel your cheeks start to burn; pulling your hand up to cover your face you stepped out of the view of the face cam. Rae’s laughter filled the room as she watched your flustered antics, shooting you a sly grin as she started scanning the monitor displaying her live chat.

“Wait, wait, chats telling me (y/n)’s blushing right now?” Sean’s voice echoed through the discord chat, only making you flush further as you tried desperately to find a way out of this.

“Okay, okay, leave her alone.” Corpse’s voice finally piped up amid all of the chaos causing everyone to immediately pipe down. God, you didn’t even want to begin to think of the mess this has already made, you just needed to get out of there before you caused any more damage.

“Yeah, I uh- see- see that the lobby’s full so I’ll just uh- leave you guys to it.” Quietly thanking the stars that Corpse finally got you out of this mess, you went to pull the headset off your ears when that fateful voice piped up again.

“Wait, don’t let these nerds make you leave. You should stay- I mean, only to help Rae y'know? She needs it.”

“I do not!”

“I- I mean yea sure, as long as I’m not intruding,” Cursing yourself again for stuttering before forcing yourself to swallow the knot in your throat, “I mean, she really does need the help.”

“Okay just because you want to flirt some more doesn’t mean you can bully me-“

“Okay, I’m starting the round!” The booming accented voice cut off everyone else in the call as you all stared as the screen began to count down to the game, and before anyone had the chance to say anything else a chorus of laughs resounded, and then the lobby fell into silence.

•••

And it went on like that, the not-so-subtle flirting followed by relentless jabs from the group immediately after. The game was almost forgotten with how much of each lobby was taken up by teasing words and endless laughter, but every audience was just eating it up. You didn’t even want to think about the mess social media was going to be after this stream but right now you were having fun with your friends and that’s all that mattered. The grin was practically plastered on your face as you laughed along with Rae the chat during the gameplay portions and you knew everything from this moment on was gonna be different, but you couldn’t find a single thing within you to care.

Especially when you logged onto Twitter right after the stream and saw that little message right at the top of your requests.

@.corpsehusband: wanna hear some of that no sleep work in person?

•••

beep bop here u go,

[chudleycanonficfest]

Nobody Compares

Day 22, Story #1 is by @arianatwycross

Title: Nobody compares Author/Artist: arianatwycross.tumblr.com Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger Prompt: In Vino Veritas (under the influence) Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): n/a

Hermione admits to kissing Ron, brags about him to Sarah and her friends. They don’t believe her because she’s acting so out of character.

Ron comes up from behind her and kisses her neck. 

Her friends gasp loudly and she smiles at their shocked expressions. She doesn’t give them time to question her properly, instead she spins around and places her  hands on his chest. 

He’s smiling down at her, his eyes a little glassy from the alcohol. He bends down to whisper something in her ear and Hermione can’t help but bite her lip and nod back. 

Hermione wasn’t surprised that Ron got signed young. He had the sort of edge a football player needs in the modern world, the passion to do more while simultaneously keeping a smart head, his humour, his witty but sensible remarks about teammates and competitors. She wasn’t surprised when he got picked for the first team, the team he grew up supporting, watching on TV and following in magazines. 

She was surprised however, at how easily it was for them to drift apart. She always thought that they would be able to overcome issues like time zones and schedules, but she was wrong. Hermione graduated University with a first in Law, and was on her way to study her Master’s in London and Ron was upping his training and committing to the first team at Manchester United. 

At the beginning they emailed and texted frequently, while Hermione was still settling into her Bachelor’s degree and Ron was still playing for the Under 23’s. But in Hermione’s second year, her course load increased and she had barely had time to even watch a single tv show. Ron tried his best to see her on his weekends off, but in the end Hermione convinced him it wasn’t worth it. The conversations over email and phone started to dwindle to monthly, then every few months and then finally they stopped altogether. 

Hermione did mourn their friendship for a long time. She blamed herself mostly, she knew she was the one that had a bit more freedom to call him when she could. Ron was too busy dealing with training schedules and away games to think about calling his best friend from secondary school. 

It had been four years since she had seen Ron. She still thought about him at times, how could she not when he was one of the most famous football players in the country? Sometimes she saw him in the sports section of the newspaper or saw him on the TV. She was a self-proclaimed Manchester United fan and so she saw him play every game on the TV. Her friends had no idea they were best friends just a few years ago, they had no idea that he was Hermione’s first love. No one knew that, not even Ron. 

So when she walked into the pub down the street one Friday night, and found him standing at the bar she froze. Every muscle in her body just stopped, only her heart thumped heavily in her chest. There he was, back leaning against the bar, red hair still cut short, shoulders a little bit broader, arms definitely more toned, the same cheeky grin plastered on his face. Her heart flipped and cracked all at the same time. 

She hadn’t seen him for four years and on a random Friday night she runs into him? She quickly looked at Sarah next to her, glaring at her as if she had planned this. Sarah of course, did not. Sarah had no idea that Hermione was friends with the famous Ron Weasley. 

“Oh my god, is that Ron Weasley? Doesn’t he play for Man U Hermione? You support them don’t you?” 

Hermione just stared at Ron, her eyes drinking in the mannerisms she hadn’t seen in years. The cross of his arms across his body, the tilt of his smirk as he listened to his mates next to him. 

“Hermione?’ 

“Right, yeah that’s him” 

“Shall we say hello?” 

“No!” Hermione quickly interjects and steers Sarah away from the bar and towards a booth on the opposite side. She can still see him from where she sits but he can’t see her without turning around. 

Sarah gives Hermione a bewildered look. 

“Bit of a fangirl are we?” Sarah asks. 

Sarah works with Hermione, the two of them only just starting to hang out outside of work. She doesn’t know much about the smart solicitor yet, just that Sarah has a boyfriend that works at the bank and that she enjoys a large glass of pinot noir a bit too much. 

She’s nice, and smart and the two of them get along really well. But Hermione wasn’t about to go blab about how the man at the bar was the love of her life between the ages of 15-21. 

“No, just I’m way too awkward to say hello” She mutters, “Shall I grab us some drinks?” 

Sarah nods and rattles off her order. Hermione makes sure she goes to the furthest side of the bar to where Ron leans. He’s still looking in the opposite direction so she calms down a little, lets her muscles relax and breathes steadier so her heart doesn’t go into overdrive. 

She orders her drinks and while she waits she watches Ron. He’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans. She watches the smooth muscles in his back tense as he talks, he’s still as mesmerizing as the day she last saw him. 

She drinks another three glasses of wine before Sarah calls the rest of her friends, begging for them to join them at the pub. The pub has grown loud and rowdy, the drinks have been flowing and the heat has made everyone boisterous and excitable.  Ron has relocated to a table with his mates, a pint in his hand, the group of them laughing loudly and Hermione feels herself being pulled towards him. 

Sarah waits at the table for their friends while Hermione goes to order them another round. The alcohol is now freely flowing in her veins, so she doesn’t realise who’s next to her before it’s too late. He stands tall, his elbows resting on the sticky bar. She tenses, her entire body feels inflamed. 

“Mione?”

She might just cry. 

She looks up and finds Ron staring at her in shock. His blue eyes wide and his mouth wide open. She laughs. 

“Hey” she replies, smiling at him. 

Ron instantly smiles back and before she knows it he’s grabbing her into a hug and engulfing her with his scent. 

He smells exactly the same, she thinks. 

“Fucking hell, I can’t believe its you!” he says, pulling back and cupping her face with his large palms. 

She freezes at such an intimate touch but he doesn’t seem to realise. 

“You look good” she says, watching as his eyes also scanned her face. 

“You look stunning” he replies openly, making Hermione laugh again. He drops his hands. 

“How long has it been?” he asks. He’s shaking his head now, still in shock at seeing her. 

“Four years?” 

“Fucking hell, I’ve missed you” he says quietly. 

“Yeah, I’ve missed you too” 

They smile at each other. Hermione grabs the wine glass in front of her as the bartender makes Sarah’s drink. Her entire body is shaking. 

“Are you here with someone?” he asks. 

She points out Sarah, who is now sitting with three other girls. Girls that Hermione hardly knows. 

“Sarah, I work with her. It looks like her friends just showed up” Hermione gives Ron a tight smile.

“Oh well do you have time to chat?” 

“Yeah, let me just give this to Sarah and let her know” she holds up Sarah’s wine glass and Ron gives her a smile. Such a familiar smile that Hermione can’t help but smile back, her jaw hurts already. 

She walks over to the table, tells Sarah that she’s just bumped into an old friend and will be back soon. Sarah’s friends greet Hermione kindly but don’t complain. 

Then Hermione finds herself sitting at a table in the corner of the pub with Ron Weasley. 

She can’t quite believe it. She’s 24 and sitting across a table with her childhood best friend. He looks exactly the same but completely different. She feels exactly the same as she usually does when with him. The old feelings are bubbling up and overwhelming her. How can feelings from four years ago still be so strong?

They end up chatting for hours, the drinks fueling her excitement at seeing him, the alcohol probably fueling another type of feeling that she probably shouldn’t encourage. They talk about their families, their friends, football and her job.  She’s giggling and laughing and then Ron’s telling her he’s sorry. 

“I’m so sorry we feel out of touch. I still think about you all the time” he admits. He’s been drinking beers and she can tell he’s slightly tipsy by the redness of his cheeks. 

“Me too, I guess life just happened”  she murmurs. 

He nods sullenly. 

“I watch all of your games” she admits bravely. She blames the wine, she’s never normally this forward. 

“You do?” 

“Of course I do,” she smiles at his bewildered look. His blue eyes wide and searching hers for the catch. 

“You’re great” 

He laughs modestly. 

“I ask my mum about you every time I go home” he admits and she blushes furiously. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, that’s probably embarrassing but I think I’ve drunk too much to care.” He laughs and she laughs with him. His laugh is so contagious and familiar, a warmth that she had never found in anyone else.

“I’ve heard all about your big job in the city and your nice apartment,” he admits. 

“My mum still talks to your mum so I guess I’m not surprised. Does she also tell your mum that I haven’t had a proper boyfriend in years and that I need to get a move on?” she laughs. 

Ron smiles tightly and she watches as his eyes scan her face and settle on her lips.

“So still no boyfriend?” 

“Nope. What about you? Have you found a hot model to marry yet?” 

He screws his nose up and Hermione laughs. 

“No way, models are too much trouble. But no, no girlfriend. I was seeing a girl last year but it didn’t work out” 

Hermione’s heart flips. She doesn’t want to imagine Ron with another girl, falling in love with another girl.

“That’s a shame” she mutters, hands grasping the stem of the cool wine glass. 

“Not really” 

She looks up and finds him staring down into his beer. 

“Why?” 

He ignores her question and instead looks at her, catching her eyes with his. 

“Do you think everyone has that one person they compare everyone to?” 

The question surprises her, so much that she opens her mouth to answer but finds that she has nothing to say. Or at least, the words don’t seem to form. Instead she can only say one word. 

“Who?” 

His eyes widen but he looks down at the table and smiles. 

“Well, you of course” 

Hermione feels like she’s dreaming, like the alcohol running through her body has numbed her and she is just playing out a fantastic scenario in her drunken brain. 

“What?” she gulps. 

Ron nods as if he’s agreeing to something in his head. 

“You were my best friend and you’re gorgeous, of course I fancied you” they don’t break their eye contact, it seems too important, too life-changing of a conversation to not look at each other. 

“No you didn’t!” she scoffs, thinking of an 18-year old Ron fancying smart-ass, frizzy-haired Hermione. 

“Oh come on Mione! You’re beautiful, smart and funny! I was always flirting with you!” 

She tries to remember a time when he might have been flirting but she can’t, all she can remember is her 18 year old self watching him play football, the way he moved when he sprinted, his laugh when he scored, the way he hugged her when they celebrated. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she gulps. 

“You just got into Uni and you needed to focus. You were always stressing about how important your first year was and then when I called you, I felt like I was distracting you and I knew how important it all was for you so I just stopped calling” he had his hands running through his hair now, settling on his neck and squeezing. 

It was too much for her, to think that she was the reason Ron stopped talking to her. All she could think about was disappointing him, choosing her degree over his friendship, over something more. She stood up frantically and mumbled something about needing air. She heard Ron say something as she walked off but the air was suffocating her, the crowds were too much, the alcohol was making her feel slightly nauseous. 

She shoved open the front door to the pub and pushed through the small crowd out the front. She found a quiet corner near the car park, gulped in the fresh summer air and breathed. 

She couldn’t believe that Ron had fancied her this whole time, that he wanted to talk to her and that he didn’t just feel obliged to talk to her after school. He liked her and she liked him. She spent years watching him play football, happy that he had moved on, trying not to think about the time they had missed. 

“Mione?” 

Hermione looked up to find Ron standing idly a few meters ahead of her. 

“Ron,” she sighed. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” 

She didn’t consciously walk towards him, it just happened, like the sight of him spurred something in her , made her gravitate towards him. She was inches from him when she stopped and she looked up, her heart warming at the familiar blue eyes and the freckles on his cheeks. So familiar and so him. 

“I missed you so much” is all she can say, and she feels her heart filling at the way he smiles back at her. 

“I missed you too” 

“I’m probably a little drunk but can I kiss you?” she says, the words tumbling from her mouth before she can catch them and swallow them whole. 

He smiles brightly and takes her jaw in his hands, his palms back to where they belong. 

He leans down and kisses her deeply. His lips are soft beneath hers. She wraps her hands around his neck and her fingers lace between his hair, something she had only dreamt of doing. 

She tugs at his hair and he responds by slipping his tongue into her mouth, she moans as their tongues tangle and their breaths deepen. She’s feeling dizzy and she knows it’s not from the wine, it’s from being this close to Ron. It’s from all the pent up feelings she’s had buried for years, for the disappointment she had felt, the deep sadness from him not being in her life. 

They pull apart and Ron kisses the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her cheek. 

“Mione?” 

“Yeah?” she murmurs, still breathless. 

“Please tell me you have time to see me” 

The desperation in his voice breaks her, she grabs his face and kisses him fiercely. 

“Ron, I’m not letting you go this time” 

He smiles as he kisses her this time, and they laugh in between kisses. 

He asks if he can take her home and she delightfully finds out that he lives nearby, just a 20 minute walk from her own house. He explains that he’s actually been transferred to Arsenal and he moved to London just a few weeks ago. He seems happy about the change and Hermione can’t help but grin proudly as he tells her about the transfer and his new apartment. She feels like this is all too good to be true, that he’s now close by, he’s here and with her. 

She goes back inside the pub to say goodbye to Sarah, he pulls her in for another kiss before they enter the pub. He also says goodbye to his mates and she feels feverish as she wanders over to the crowded table. Sarah squeals when she appears and Hermione notes how intoxicated everyone is and smiles. Sarah’s friend, Ashleigh asks if Hermione knows Ron Weasley and Hermione nods, not stopping the huge smile that graces her face when she hears his name. Sarah squeals again at Hermione’s blush and Hermione ends up gushing when Sarah asks if they snogged. 

She revels in the faces of Sarah and her friends when Ron kisses her neck, and she lets his lips spread heat over her entire body. 

“We have a lot of catching up to do Miss Granger.”

[jincherie]

lunacy | 01

☽ ● | members: seokjin x reader x jungkook ☽ ● | genre: poly, wolf au, mates au, college au, urban fantasy, angst, smut ☽ ● | wc: 10.7k+ ☽ ● | warnings: none in particular in this part! ☽ ● | notes: here is the first part ! I think this one is going to end up being one of the longer series, so pls send me an ask and lmk what kind of tropes/scenarios u love to see in wolf aus! i wanna make this as self indulgent as possible LMFAO

The entirety of your introduction and exposure to wolves has been at the hands of Jimin and Taehyung, who over the course of your study have arguably become your best friends. It isn't until they drag you to a party held at their packhouse that you meet the rest of their pack, though-- and once you do, thing's already aren't the same as they were before;...

Wolves mate for life, and wolves are almost exclusively monogamous. It's rare for a wolf to have a human mate, and even more unheard of for a wolf to have more than one mate. Unfortunately for you, an incident at this party lands you in the middle of every exception there could possibly be.

 — posted; 09.09.2020 | prologue ● next▸

The air is crisp and the plants coloured cool around you, but you're not cold.

You recognise this clearing you're in, but not from the waking world. No, you recognise it because just as it is right now, it has been the set of your dreamscape before. So it's familiar, as you gaze upon it, but at the same time something tingles under your skin in anticipation of the unknown that the shadows hold just beyond the treeline.

It must be early morning, you think to yourself, as you allow your gaze to slip to the sky. It's just fading out of the darkened caress of the night as you look upon it, tinting lighter with each breath you take. You love mornings, you recall with familiarity-- you especially love mornings like this.

There's a slight mist in the air. You don't notice it until you direct you gaze back down to the dewy earth, eyes captured by each patch of wildflowers and blotch of colour. It feels almost magical, really, but for some reason... that isn't the tone of this moment.

You don't know what it is, but something curls in your stomach a little like anticipation. What are you waiting for? You know you've seen this place before, but you can't remember when, or why...

At some point you've taken a seat in the meadow, and while a part of you expects dampness to seep into your skin, you remain safe and dry. It's comfortable. This is the nicest dream you've ever dreamt, a distant part of you surmises. You're just running your hands through the silky blades of grass and watching the dewdrops collect on your skin when a soft snap sounds far to your left.

You probably should be alarmed, but when you look up it's only in curiosity. What you see, again, should be cause for alarm-- but for some reason, the sight of the great, hulking wolf lingering at the edge of the treeline doesn't cause you anything but a flutter in your stomach.

It's not alone, you notice a moment later as something emerges from the shadows beyond it. There are two of them, both massive but one of them a little bigger than the other-- it is leaner and its limbs are longer, though, while the shorter one is thicker in its form, each limb corded with muscle.

For a moment they stare at you, and when you catch the golden hue of their eyes that gleams a little too bright to be natural, you realise they're not normal. Of course, within the walls of this dream you take it in stride.

The way they hover all the way over the other side of the meadow is almost... hesitant. You tilt your head, watching as they stay calmly in place. When you speak it's without even thinking, but you're not bothered by what comes out.

"You can come over here, you know?" you say, offering them a smile. How cool will it be if you can manage to make friends with two wolves! Regardless of their unnatural size and stature, and, now that you think about it, their colouring...

The first to move is the bigger one, its coat a gorgeous mix of sand and caramel, with streaks of white marking around its eyes and ears, as well as fitting around its front paws like boots. You'd noticed that he was a little leaner than the other earlier, but you're realising now as you watch him advance slowly that that doesn't mean he's any weaker. Each stride he takes makes dense muscle shift beneath his skin and fur, and you're slightly in awe of the power contained in his limbs as he moves.

The other wolf is no less magnificent to behold-- its fur is a curious blend of charcoal and ink, speckled with streaks and patches of dark chestnut that gleam rosy in the sunlight. Its eyes are the same unnatural amber as the other wolf's, but the way that they bore into you are oddly akin to that of a puppy.

You don't move when they come close enough that they're within reach, allowing them to move at their own pace. You're not left waiting long, though, before the smaller one trots closer, hesitation forgotten.

"Oh!" You're taken aback when it leans forward suddenly, shoving its massive, inky head against your shoulder with such strength you almost fall back, were it not for the other wolf flopping down behind you and supporting you with its massive form. Ordinarily you'd be worried you're about to be torn to pieces, especially when faced with its massive maw and large teeth, but when it rubs its head against you with a soft whine sounding from the back of its throat, you know it doesn't mean you any harm.

"Oh, you're a cute one," you murmur distractedly, allowing your hands to rise and sink into its fur. It brushes like silk against your skin, and the wolf is so pleased that it simply flops down against you, resting it's head in your lap and pushing it against your stomach.

Something lights up in you, something warm like you've settled close to the glow of a campfire and the heat is sinking into your bones. You're content, so content, and you don't even know why? But oddly enough, in this moment you're not really bothered by that.

Right as you begin to settle back into the warmth and the rhythmic lull of their breathing as they rest against you, something niggles in the back of your brain-- a shard of familiarity, do you know these wolves? How would you know these wolves?

"Who are you?" you find yourself mumbling tiredly, the world around you beginning to shrink back until your brain is only aware of you and the warmth pressed against you.

The wolf in your lap turns its head so that its large eyes are boring into your own. It's still, tail thumping once against the ground, but something stirs in the back of your brain at his gaze. Recognition that filters like sunlight onto little pieces of information in your brain until they merge into something coherent.

It dawns on you with a soft gasp-- you know them, you do. They're--

x - x - x

"Rise and shine, buttercup! I'm sick of having to silence your alarms for you! If you don't get up this time I can and will take photos of your sleeping face! You know, with your mouth all open and drool on your pillow--"

A groan escapes you that you don't quite recognise as a sound you can make, your eyes cracking open to the sight of your roommate's bright, grinning face very close to your own. The first conscious thought to cross your brain is that she does, in fact, look very punchable right now, bending over just so she can hover her face in front of your own with that shit-eating grin.

"Jihyo go away," you slur, sleep still having a very firm grasp on your brain and vocal cords. You slam your face into the pillow, yanking the duvet over your head. Your peace lasts all of 0.03 seconds before your demon of a roommate yanks the cover almost entirely off your bed, revealing your curled form to the cool air and making you whine.

"Why?" you whine, clutching the dinosaur pillow in your hold closer to your chest. "L'me sleep..."

"Nope, nuh-uh," Jihyo moves over to give you a firm smack on the ass, making you yelp and jerk out of your sleepy haze so harshly that you almost fall off the bed. Ow! "I snoozed your alarm for you five times this morning, buttercup. No more! Get up."

"Jihyo," you whine, giving her an accusing look over your shoulder as you rub your stinging behind. "You didn't even hit me where my skin was covered, you cow."

The girl simply shrugs, hands on her hips as she decides that her work here is done and begins to make her way to the door. "That's on you for wearing shorts to bed in autumn, bub. Anyway, you really do have to get up because it's like, what, nine-thirty? And you have a class at ten, so..."

At first you simply blink, her words ringing in your ears but not really sinking in, until they suddenly do and you're leaping from your bed with a yelp.

"Jihyo!"

She cackles, the absolute madwoman, and promptly exits your room. "Better hurry, buttercup!"

At her departure you fly into a panicked rush to get ready, darting around your room and grabbing things at the speed of light. You don't have time to dwell on the contents of the dream you'd been having before you were so rudely awoken, and as you fling yourself around your apartment the remaining slivers you remember of it slip from your brain and out of your grasp until the next time.

x - x - x

Regrettably, all your rushing didn't help you earlier; you still arrived late to class. Your only saving grace is that it was a lecture instead of an actual class, and the professor had been playing a video for the cohort when you arrived and so the lights had been conveniently dimmed for you to slip right in to the back unnoticed.

It actually ended only a few minutes ago, and now you find yourself walking distractedly on the way to your next class, mind lost in all the thoughts you didn't have time to entertain this morning. Fleetingly, the dream flicks through your mind-- what's left in your memory of it, anyway. You can barely conjure any of the details, or even what the two wolves looked like in whole, but the feeling it left behind lingers still in the pit of your abdomen.

You don't understand it. You've been having this dream almost every night for the past week, aside from the nights where you got too little sleep to remember your dreams. Ever since that night when Taehyung and Jimin dragged you to their packhouse, each night has greeted you with the same dream of two wolves in some meadow and you don't know why. Were they that impressionable? Were you so wowed by the sight of the wolves racing that you committed it to your memory subconsciously? Maybe… it’s a possible reason, but it doesn't feel like the reason.

It started as something small, but as the week progressed there was something, a feeling, a sensation, that grew inside you until it stirred restlessly beneath your skin, like now. You're not sure what it is. You feel like you need to be on the move, like there's somewhere you need to be, or you're forgetting something. But you've checked, and you haven't forgotten something, there's nowhere else you're meant to be. So this feeling stirring around your navel... you don't know what to do about it.

Then again, you ponder as you approach the building that holds your next class, perhaps it's just the weird feeling the dreams have been leaving you with that has been making you feel so odd and on edge.

When you enter, your attention is surprisingly not immediately captured by two particular loud men as it usually is the second you step foot in the room. Thanks to their annoyingly sharp senses, the two of them can usually smell you coming before you even reach the door. Admittedly, you're not sure if you're ever going to get used to being told that you have a smell, even if it's not in the usual insulting way. Something you're just going to have to get used to, though, considering you attend a university alongside many supernaturals, two of which are some of your closest friends.

Despite the fact that you weren't accosted upon entry this time, unlike how you usually are, the two boys you begrudgingly call friends are here, seated towards the back of the room. You wonder what stopped them from performing their usual ritual of behaviour as you approach them, but the answer comes to you when you see the light frowns on their faces and the slight bags under their eyes.

"Woah," you remark, taking a seat at the rounded table next to Jimin-- they start slightly at your appearance, ringing some alarm bells in the back of your mind. "You two look like shit. Are you okay?"

Taehyung makes a face, and Jimin gives you a smile that comes out more like a wince.

"We're fine," he says, reaching up to scrub his face with a hand. "Just... a little tired."

You tilt you head, wondering if they're going to tell you why of their own accord or if you're going to have to dig and drag it out of them. Taehyung must recognise the look on your face, because he's letting out a little huff of a laugh and enlightening you in the next moment.

"It's just... some of the members of our pack," he says, yawning. Your mouth falls open in realisation; ah, so it's a wolf thing. You're even more curious now, though. You love learning more about the creatures that walk among the population— plus, they're your friends so you feel like you should learn as much as you can about them.

"Are they causing trouble?" you ask, remembering the events of the other night with an odd shiver that isn't quite anything you can name.

Both males let out a laugh, quietening only as the tutor enters the room and lets out a greeting. Today's class isn't too interactive though, and for the majority of it you're left to your own devices to complete work at your own pace. As soon as the tutor is done telling you all the agenda, Jimin is speaking quietly from next to you.

"It's not that they're causing trouble," he says, tone soft and airy. You like his voice a lot, Taehyung's too— actually, from what you can remember, every single member of the pack had a nice voice. Is it a werewolf requirement or something? Jimin's dark eyes flit from the teacher to you, mouth twisting as though he's trying to figure out how to word what he wants to say next. "It's just that..."

"You know a little bit about wolves, and the hierarchy that runs in packs, right?" Taehyung continues in Jimin's place, blinking at you. You nod, holding your hand up to gesture that your knowledge is so-so at best. "Well, within a pack there are the usual ones you've probably heard-- the alpha, the betas, omegas."

"Ah, yeah, I've heard about that," you say, unable to help the way you lean forward in interest. Taehyung smiles wryly.

"Well, there's a little more to it than that. In our pack, Jiminie and I are deltas," he hums gaze flicking upwards as he ponders how to proceed. "So our role, when we fall back into our dynamics, is largely watching territory, but it also includes taking care of ill and wounded members of the pack."

"Two of the members are sick," Jimin says, turning to you a split second later. "The two that bowled you over, actually."

"Oh," you say, recalling the handsome faces of the two wolves that had inadvertently caused your drink to end up on you and you on the ground that night. "So, they're sick and you've been looking after them? So you're tired? They should be okay though, right? I mean, you're wolves. You bounce back quickly."

The two males share a look before turning back to you, voices still hushed so that you don't draw your tutor over to where the three of you are, most definitely not doing the work assigned.

"That's just the thing, though," Jimin says, a troubled expression crossing his features. "We're wolves, we don't really get sick. The only kind of sickness that gets us is a flu that has mutated from another supernatural creature, but even so... they should have been better by now."

"It's like they just keep slowly getting worse," Taehyung says, frowning. "Jiminie and I are running ourselves into the ground trying to keep up and monitor them. We just can't figure out what's wrong to get on top of it."

"Oh," you say, an unknown feeling welling up inside you. It's something like longing, with a certain twist of urgency. You don't know what drives you to say what you did next. "Well, uh... is there anything I can do to help? You guys look exhausted."

"You wouldn't mind?" Jimin asks, sounding surprised. "Even after the other night? I know it must have been scary."

"Well, I mean, a little bit," you admit, scratching the back of your neck. "But it was also cool as hell. Your wolf forms are so awesome, I kind of wish I got to see it sooner."

"You haven't even seen ours!" Taehyung says, a little louder than intended. When the three of you look up to catch the tutor giving you the stink-eye, you bow your heads and remain silent for a while to get him off your backs.

"For real though," Jimin says a while later, hand still scribbling answers to the activity even as he talks softly. "If you're serious about wanting to help, we'd really appreciate it. The others are all caught up with either schoolwork or other obligations so it's been a little exhausting."

"I don't mind," you say, offering the two a brief smile before going back to pretending to work. "I'm happy to help. Plus... I feel a little bad that I didn't get introduced to them properly, you know?"

Taehyung snorts softly, grinning down at the table. "Yeah, that's true. Thanks, y/n."

You offer him another smile, hoping that they can't sense the way your gut flutters and churns with an unnamed feeling. "Of course."

x - x - x

When you offered to give Taehyung and Jimin a hand with looking after their sick packmates, you were expecting to be making soup or something for them to take over. You weren’t, as it happens, expecting for the two of them to rock up at 6PM while you’re in the middle of a belated cardio workout (which was only happening because you have schoolwork that you were procrastinating at the time) to grab you and drag you back over to their pack dorm to actually, physically help out.

“Why is it every time I come here, I’m always being dragged?” you question, hints of a whine to your voice. They hadn’t even let you change! You’re still in your workout gear, which, granted, consists of just a singlet and tight, ankle-length exercise pants, and isn’t that risqué—but still! The weather is getting colder these days and so are you, right now! If it weren’t for the absolute furnace that is their body temperature and the heat of their hands on your arms, you think you’d be shivering.

“You’ve only been here twice, and this is the second time,” Jimin says dismissively, hand gripping your arm as he leads you up the stairs to their front door. You have a funny feeling in your gut that you can’t quite pin, similar to the last time you were here, but now you don’t even have time to dwell on it before you’re thrown into the pack dorm once more.

It’s much tidier than it was last time.

You’re taken aback by how clean and, well…spacious it is, now that there’s not drunk adolescent bodies crammed everywhere. It’s a very modern layout, as you noticed last time, and tastefully decorated. From what Jimin and Taehyung told you, most of the bedrooms are upstairs and the lowest floor contains most amenities like the kitchen, gym room, etcetera…

The door closes with a resounding thud behind you, and there is a call from beyond the hallway, where you recall the kitchen to be. You don’t think you recognise the voice, though.

“Tae, Jiminie, you’re back!” There is a pause, and something that sounds suspiciously like a sniff. Suddenly, you’re mortified to be the only human here again. “…Who do you have with you?”

Before you’re anywhere near composed enough to be meeting another member of their pack, the two devious bastards are pushing you forwards and around the corner, into the kitchen once more. You have a very sudden, terrible flashback to the last time you were in this kitchen and on instinct you’re scanning the room for a familiar raven-haired male.

To your relief, Yoongi isn’t anywhere to be seen—there is someone at the kitchen counter though, someone that you don’t recognise at all. You freeze, offering a sheepish grin as the two wolves you somehow call your friends hold you in place. Like you could even attempt to get away anyway.

The new figure is taller than Jimin, but not taller than Taehyung. His hair is dark, cherry red, but you can spy some regrowth coming through at the roots, and before you even see the rest of his face you can tell from his eyes and the creases at their ends that this man smiles a lot. You’re proven right when he easily returns the smile you’d flashed him earlier, shooting it at you like a sunbeam. It almost, honest to god, disorients you where you stand.

“Hey Hobi,” Taehyung greets, grinning brightly. “This is y/n, we brought her around at the last party but you were, ah… previously occupied.”

The man before you has the decency to flush slightly, a sheepish grin tugging his lips. You’ve never seen a heart-shaped smile before now, but you’re glad this attractive man was the first one to show you the light.

“Ah… right.” He chuckles, before placing the bowl in his arms onto the counter and offering you a hand. “Sorry to have missed introductions, especially when Tae and Jiminie talk so much about you! I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi, or Hope if you’d like.”

Hope. It clicks together in your head and your own face flushes as you recall last time when they said he, Hope, was off practicing the karma sutra with someone. Mortified that you recalled that tidbit now of all times, you push it from your brain and try to focus on the other things he said.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you say, shaking his hand. You can’t help the way you grumble after though, giving Jimin and Taehyung a glare. “And I hope they haven’t talked too much. Every time I’ve heard them tell one of you about me, it’s always something humiliating.”

“Oh, like being caught watching Ouran Host Club in your lecture?” Hoseok asks, head tilting slightly as he picks the bowl back up. You wince instinctively, and he laughs. It doesn’t get any less humiliating every time you hear it.

“Yup,” you say, feeling very much like you wished you hadn’t agreed to help at all. “Something like that.”

He smiles, but thankfully doesn’t tease you further. Instead, he turns his attention to the two boys beside you.

“What did you bring her for?” he asks, curiosity the only thing you can identify in his tone. Jimin wastes no time in sealing your fate.

“She offered to help when we told her Kookie and Jin were sick!” he says, smacking your shoulder like a proud parent. It was almost a little too hard, and you cough slightly from the impact. Taehyung rubs a soothing hand over the place of impact, giving his brother a look. “So we brought her over, since the others can’t stay and you’re the only one that can run classes at the studio right now.”

Hoseok’s mouth forms an ‘o’, dark eyes flicking to you in surprise. “Oh, that’s very kind of you,” he remarks, flashing you another billion-watt smile. “Thank you, for that. We’re not usually this hopeless at caring for ourselves but one of the ones that’s sick is the one that usually cares for us so… we’ve kind of been running around like headless chickens, heh.”

You shrug, finally feeling a little more settled and a little less like you’d like to flee at the first available opportunity. You’re still very keenly aware of the fact that this is only the second—and first, in Hoseok’s case—time meeting these people, and it’s therefore a little awkward for you. But, to their credit, the way they’re just taking it in stride is really helping you feel less out of place.

Even though technically you hadn’t even planned on coming anywhere near here….

“It’s no problem,” you say, unsure how else to receive his words. He’s still smiling, though, so you’re guessing that he wouldn’t have been too bothered however you answered.

“How are they?” Taehyung asks, soft baritone brushing the air. There’s palpable concern in his voice, and when you glance his way his expression confirms it.

“Well,” Hoseok says, placing the bowl down on the counter again, except with a little more oomph this time. You’re beginning to grow curious as to what exactly is in there. “They’re not any better, but they’re not exactly any worse, either, so… I’m not sure how to answer. Although—”

He smacks his hand onto the counter, a wooden clatter following from the spoon in his grasp, and your eyes widen at the light gashes on the back of his hand. They’re open but not bleeding, as though they’re in the midst of healing, but they look like they were deep at some point. “—Jin has been getting a bit of an attitude, so it’s probably for the best that you brought her. The two of you are going to have to deal with him; she can deal with Kookie, if she needs to. He’s just been sulky.”

“Jin got an attitude?!” Jimin sounds incredulous, and you figure that whichever one is Jin mustn’t normally kick up much of a fuss if he’s reacting like that to the information. “What, why? Did one of you step on his paw again?”

For a moment, you think it’s just a figure of speech, like a wolf thing, but then Hoseok huffs and grumbles, rolling his eyes. “No! That was only once! No one went near his stupid paws this time. He’s been shifted ever since he started feeling sick but he’s only just started getting snappy. He’s a little testy right now… it’s why I was down here, making him stupid treats because he can’t eat human desserts in this form.”

Wait, so both of them… are wolves right now? You’re suddenly a little nervous, but do your best not to show it—somehow, despite the fact their senses are so much more advanced than yours and usually you’d be instantly found out, they’re a little too distracted with the issue currently on their hands to notice.

As though he can hear the slander being thrown around on the floors below him, there is a sudden long, muffled howl that pierces the air—the sound is weaker than you’d expect but still startles you, making you jump. As it ends, it’s followed by a thump and a series of thunks and rattles, like something had been knocked off a shelf. Hoseok rolls his eyes, and you put the pieces together and realise that must have been the wolf in question.

Jimin is wincing, reaching to take the bowl and spoon into his hands. “Uh, okay—we’ll keep an eye on him, and I’ll finish making his, uh… his scooby snacks. You can get going, I know you have a class ready to start in, like, ten minutes.”

Hoseok shoots his packmate a thankful look, more being said with his eyes than you’re privy to as a complete stranger. Now he’s relieved of his duties for the night,

“Thank you,” he says, passing Jimin the whisk that lay discarded at the other end of the bench. You then watch as he moves around the counter to grab what you quickly realise is a gym bag from its perch on the table. You half expect him to wave and then be on his way, but he halts partway towards the door, something on the tip of his tongue.

“If they don’t get better…” he trails off, brows furrowed. It’s in this moment that it really sinks in for you that their packmates must be quite sick for them to be so concerned, and you feel bad that you regretted being dragged here earlier. Jimin and Taehyung are your friends and they need help caring for their pack, their family. You feel crummy for opposing it even a little bit.

Hoseok shakes his head, brows furrowing further. “No, even if they do start to get better—I think we should call the Head Healer. This isn’t normal, and whether its some supernatural flu or something else I think they should know. I’ll tell Yoongi to call his dad, but be prepared to tell him in case he forgets.”

The two males beside you nod, Jimin’s orange locks bouncing from the fervour with which he did so.

“Will do,” Taehyung affirms, nodding towards the redhead. “We’ll take care of them in the meantime.”

Hoseok nods, expression lightening for a fraction of a second. His gaze is soon flitting back to you, a smile that makes your heart skip a beat on his lips. “It was a pleasure to meet you, despite the circumstances,” he declares politely, even if the gleam in his eye is anything but. It takes all of your willpower to keep a straight face. “I’d love to get to know you a little more sometime—”

“YAH get out of here you slimy—” Jimin is huffing suddenly, red-faced and outraged, waving his arms before darting forward to chase his packmate out. “Don’t speak to her like that! She’s off-limits! Do not put your dirty whore hands anywhere near—”

The two of them disappear around the corner, but the sound of Hoseok’s cackling and Jimin’s indignant yells reach you loud and clear anyway. As Jimin sees his packmate off at the door, Taehyung picks up the bowl and resumes where Hoseok left off, and you’re left wondering just how this night is going to go with two massive wolves upstairs needing to be cared for.

x – x

“Okay, so… here’s the plan.”

You listen attentively, fidgeting on the spot and wishing not for the first time that these two idiots had let you change before dragging you here to help out. The sweat has made your head itchy, and you’re trying so hard not to scratch it that you feel your hands trembling. Thankfully, the two wolves beside you remain none the wiser to your inner turmoil and the occasional stink-eye you throw their way.

“Me and Jiminie are gonna go deal with Jin-hyung,” Taehyung says, pausing as a loud thump echoes from the floor above. The three of you are standing at the foot of the stairs, and had been about to go up before the taller man halted you all to make a game-plan. “It… seems like it’s gonna be a two person job. I don’t know what his problem is…?”

He looks to the side to Jimin as he trails off, but his friend merely shrugs, no closer to knowing the source of his packmate’s behaviour than he is. Taehyung huffs, turning to you. “And you can handle Kookie. Just take his food up for him, apparently he’s just been sulky and he’s not aggressive in wolf or human form so you shouldn’t have anything to be worried about.”

You nod as he hands you a bowl of cooked and seasoned meat that makes even your mouth water from the aroma wafting with steam into the air. “Great. That really comforts me, thank you.”

Taehyung grins and Jimin rolls his eyes. “If he allows it, could you check his temperature when you go up there? I know we usually run hot, but we’ve noticed that with whatever sickness this is their temperatures fluctuate a lot. It’ll be really helpful if you can just tell us whether he’s warm or cold.”

You nod again, Jimin appearing satisfied with his instruction. Taehyung throws his hand in the air, almost dislodging the bowl in his hold as he does so. “Alright! Autobots, roll out!”

You simply turn to go up the stairs first, already hearing Jimin deliver his packmate with a firm whack for being an idiot. You reach the top of the stairs and pause, eyes sweeping across the hallway and the abundance of closed doors with little or no distinguishing characteristics. Well, shit.

“Last door on the right, y/n!”

Perfect. Off you go.

As you approach the end of the hallway, another door opposite the one you’re heading towards, the feeling that has been sitting dormant in your abdomen suddenly stirs to life. The tugging around your navel is more persistent than ever, leaving you confused and a little disoriented as you finally reach the last door on the right. To your surprise, there is a shuffling sound from the door opposite, on the left side of the hall, and a low, baleful whine that reaches you through the wood and makes your heart drop and clench. You don’t think you’ve ever reacted so strongly to, well, anything before.

Shaking your head and hearing the other two follow behind you in the hall, you grasp the doorknob of the door you’ve been directed to and ease it open, slipping inside as quietly as possible before closing it behind you. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself and attempt to smother the quickened pace of your heart before it’s beating gets too loud, you slowly look up from the door handle and survey the rest of the room.

It’s chic, a stylish combination of white and various cool greys across the room. The window is open but the dark curtains drawn, the breeze ruffling them ever so slightly and making you shiver as it reaches you from across the room. It’s nice, you admit to yourself, momentarily forgetting why you’re there. You’re quickly reminded once more, however, at the sight of the massive furry lump sprawled across the queen-sized bed. The main overhead light isn’t on, but the bedside lamps are and it’s enough to illuminate the wolf left in your care for the time being. There’s something about him that tickles familiarity in the back of your mind as you survey his form; his coat is a sleek mixture of ink and charcoal, fur illuminated dark chestnut where it falls beneath the light. You can’t quite put your finger on why you feel something stir inside you at the sight of him, this massive wolf sprawled across the bed, and for the time being you decide to give up on attempting to understand it.

Adjusting your hold on the bowl in your hands, you move closer to the bed, unable to help the way you keep admiring this wolf’s majestic form even as he faces away from you. You know this one is the member called Jungkook, but you can’t quite put a human face to the name to recall which wolf it was that bowled you over a week ago. 

Initially, you thought that he might have been asleep, but as you grow closer to the bed you hear the softest whimper enter the air, followed by a thin whine. You freeze, looking up just in time to see a large, heavy-lidded, amber eye watching you move. Distantly, you realise that this is the sort of sight that should be making you freeze in fear. Instead, the only thing you feel is something odd and foreign, curling warmly in the pit of your abdomen. You’re not sure what to do with it, and to be honest it gives you pause. 

“Uh, hey,” you say softly, feeling a little awkward. The wolf gives a huff, blinking his large eye somewhat owlishly—while he didn’t seem to really see you earlier, he appears to be registering your appearance now. “We’ve met before… I’m Taehyung and Jimin’s friend. They said that you guys were sick so I offered to help out…”

The wolf shuffles in place, looking a little more alert. Thankfully, as Taehyung had promised, he doesn’t seem aggressive or anything like that. Actually, he seems about the opposite—as he rises to a slightly more elevated position on the bed, now facing you, he lets out another long, low whine. It makes your insides clench with something like sympathy. You place the bowl where he can reach it and immediately the wolf starts devouring his meal.

There is a sudden yowl that pierces through the walls and makes you jump, but the wolf before you couldn’t be more unbothered. In the blink of an eye the bowl is emptied and licked clean, the wolf’s massive head lifting to pin you with a look that seems to say ‘what next?’. You move the bowl so it isn’t tipped, placing it on the bedside table next to a black Nintendo Switch console there. Before you can flounder too much, you recall Jimin’s instructions from earlier.

“Oh, I need to check your temperature, as well…” you inform him, still speaking softly. There is a bit of a commotion from beyond the bedroom door and you think you hear Taehyung holler something stupid, but can’t be sure. You decide to ignore it.

Tentatively, you reach your hand up, simply going for the wolf’s forehead or the closest thing to it. To your surprise, despite the minute nod that the wolf had offered you just before, now he seems to be moving his head just out of reach every time you come close. There’s a peculiar gleam in his big puppy eyes that you can’t quite decipher, almost something sly as you continue attempting to place the back of your hand against his head. His relentless shifting ends up with you leaning over the bed to reach him, and you realise a little too late just how unstable you are. Finally, he allows you to place your hand against his head, but it lasts for barely a second before the bed is shifting suddenly and then you’re falling onto the mattress with an ‘oof!’.

The wolf huffs, a massive arm laying over your hips and his head flopped down on your chest just below your breasts. You can feel your face heat in a combination of embarrassment, confusion, and fluster. For a moment, you’re too stunned to even move.

“What are you—” you can’t even finish a full sentence, you’re so flustered. “I only need to take your temperature! Let me up, please—”

You attempt to move, or even prop yourself on your elbows, and the wolf whimpers, pitifully, more of his weight bearing down on you. You pause before trying again and receiving the same reaction, this time with a mournful whine tacked onto the end.

“You’re a big baby,” you find yourself saying, tone much closer to exasperated scolding than you might have expected. “Are you really not gonna let me up?”

In response, you receive a huff and an adjustment of the wolf’s hold on you that makes it even more difficult for you to get up from the bed, his massive paw pressing into the mattress on the other side of you. When you let out a heavy sigh, he whimpers and butts his head against you, the action oddly affectionate.

“I can’t believe this,” you mutter, staring at the ceiling and wondering what on earth has just happened in the past few minutes. Since you can do nothing else, you take the opportunity to finally touch his forehead and take his temperature. He’s a little cool, but oddly doesn’t stay that way; it’s like you can feel him warming beneath your hand.

Really, you’re pretty much trapped right now. You’re not as scared as one might think you would be, and you don’t really know what you’re feeling in response to the situation. You do know that something flips and flutters inside you every time you move and you hear him whimper, or whine and snuggle closer. This wolf is almost the size of a bear and is snuggling all over you like a teacup puppy.

You’re not sure how long you lay in spot before your two idiot friends finally realise you’ve been gone a little too long for the menial tasks you were given and come knocking. The creak of the door easing open makes you jump slightly in surprise and the hackles on the wolf to raise ever so slightly.

“y/n, what is taking you so l—oh. Oh my gosh.”

Your head whips in the direction of the door, and a pleading look is already on your face before you can even think to muster it. Taehyung and Jimin stand stock still in the doorway, faces portraying an almost comical amount of shock. Jimin squints, rubbing his eyes as though he’s making sure he’s really seeing what he’s seeing. “Uh… what happened here?”

“He won’t let me up,” you grumble, face on fire. This is humiliating. The wolf huffs, like he’s talking back to you, and both Taehyung and Jimin’s eyebrows shoot up. “He’s sneaky. I just tried to take his temperature and….”

“Oh, right,” Jimin says, blinking rapidly. “How is it?”

“A little cold, but each time I check he gets warmer,” you inform him, the distant hilarity of the situation not lost on you as you calmly discuss the health and wellbeing of the wolf that currently has you pinned to his bed as a makeshift teddy bear. Jimin goes to take a step forward and a soft growl halts him mid-movement, the sound something you can feel rumbling from deep within the wolf’s chest.

“Jungkookie,” he scolds, gasping in affront. “Don’t be nasty.”

“Oh my god,” Taehyung mumbles to himself, something cheeky and mischievous that spells absolute trouble glimmering in his eyes. “This is fantastic—just wait until you’re human again, Koo. You’re not gonna live this down.”

Unimpressed, you send them a glare—some of your limbs are starting to fall asleep, maybe they could try and help you get out? Catching the look you send them, the two men share their own, and you can safely say you don’t quite like the tone of it.

They better not leave you here.

x – x – x

The next day finds you sprawled on your bed, feeling dead to the world.

True to their historically goblin nature, your two best friends had indeed left you there.

You’d found out later that it was because they knew they’d only be able to slip you out from under the wolf when he fell asleep (because apparently once he’s out, he sleeps like the dead, no matter the form). But until such a time as they actually came and retrieved you from beneath their sick, clingy packmate, you were incredibly annoyed with them. It had taken about an hour or so for the wolf, Jungkook, to fall asleep—about halfway through that you’d subconsciously keyed into the same plan as them and had begun carding your hands through his fur in an attempt to lull him to sleep faster. It had worked, and you don’t want to think about how dead your limbs would be if the wolf had taken any longer to fall asleep.

In all, the ordeal was incredibly embarrassing and your only saving grace is that Taehyung and Jimin were too busy planning how to tease their youngest packmate to tease you. Which is lucky because, wolf or not, if they’d teased you then you might have killed them.

You didn’t get back until around midnight, since you’d stayed a bit longer to help Taehyung and Jimin cook and prepare some stuff in case the two wolves woke up worse. As soon as your head hat hit the pillow, you’d knocked right out. Shamefully, you slept so deep and long that you missed your alarm for your morning class and woke up closer to lunch, which is where you are now.

Laying in bed with aching eyes and wishing that you didn’t have another class in another two hours.

Jihyo hadn’t even questioned where you went for so long last night, but also hadn’t made a joke about you finally getting some so you figure she’s waiting to pounce on you later. You find she’s already left for the day, when you finally wrangle yourself from bed and attempt to resume life as a functioning human being. So you’re safe until at least this afternoon, when she finishes her shift at the university second-hand bookstore. You can probably remain safe for longer if you study at the library and come home when she goes to her pilates class.

You’re shamefully good at evading her, at this point. You’d feel bad if it wasn’t a skill you’d learnt for survival.

You took your time a little too much while getting ready for your class, and it made you run so late that for the time being even you completely forgot about the events of last night. Well, you did until you enter your classroom and are greeted by two loud hollers of your name. Honestly, do they have no shame? Do attractive people even feel shame?

“Shut up,” you grumble half-heartedly as you take your seat between them, resisting the urge to rub your eyes since you’d put on mascara earlier. One of many things that had almost made you late. “You’re so loud.”

You complain, but secretly you’re glad for the noise—it means they’re feeling better, and things must also be improving at the pack dorm. When you finally raise your eyes to survey their faces, you find them displaying an odd mix of emotions. Like they’re glad, relieved, but at the same time still concerned about something.

“So… how are things at the dorm?” you inquire tentatively, making the most of the time you have before your tutor arrives and begins the class; it seems you aren’t the only one running behind today.

Taehyung lets out a huff, resting his cheek in his hand with a wry smile. “Well, Jungkookie is much better. You must have a magic touch because he was up and back into his human form this morning. He wanted to go to his classes but Namjoon made him stay back because he’s still not completely better.”

“On the other hand,” Jimin continues, without the need of prompting. “Seokjin… well, it’s almost like he’s the same as before, slowly getting worse. We can’t figure out what is wrong with him and why his condition isn’t turning around like Jungkook’s is.”

Ah, now you understand their expressions. They look about as confused as you feel, too. It doesn’t leave you with a very good feeling, if they’re the experts in this area and even they’re stumped for an explanation.

“We got Yoongi to call his dad, though. I heard them on the phone before we left so I suppose we’ll hear what he recommends when we get back.”

You hum to acknowledge what he said, opening your mouth to respond but deciding against it when you see the tutor hurtle into the room, out of breath and frantic.

“Sorry I’m late, everyone! If you could please all open your books to this week’s chapter, I will begin with the slides in just a moment!”

x – x – x

Considering that what you’d heard from your two wolf friends was that one of their packmates was on the mend and the other less so, you hadn’t really expected to hear anything else from them. That proves to be the exact opposite of what happens, though.

At quarter to three in the morning, you’re woken to sharp, persistent banging on your front door—the kind that makes you scared that the door is actually going to break beneath the force of the blows raining down on it. You tear out of your bed and stumble down the hall to answer it, knowing that if Jihyo has to get up to do it she’s going to tear you a new asshole.

“WHAT?!” You snap, not even seeing properly through the bleariness in your eyes but knowing in your heart there’s only two people ballsy enough to come bust your door down at this hour in the morning. “Are you trying to get me killed?! Jihyo still hasn’t forgotten about the last time you came over and ruined her sleep!”

Jimin has the decency to look somewhat sheepish, but Taehyung simply looks distressed. “Look, I’m not gonna say I’m sorry because I’m not, but we really need you to come with us right now.”

You blink, reaching to rub your eyes and feeling a strand of your hair flop into your face in response. You just know it looks like something made at the hands of Jackson Pollock right now. “What? The hell? Do you mean?”

It’s Jimin’s airy tone that reaches you this time, lowering your hackles ever so slightly. “No, he’s lying, we are sorry, it’s just—it’s an emergency. Something happened and we need your help to test a… a theory, if you will.”

You stare at him, willing his words to make sense in your sleepy brain. “I don’t understand.”

“That’s fine,” Taehyung says; and then in the next second he reaches and grabs you around the waist, slinging you over his shoulder. “We just need you to come. Can you lock up so she doesn’t kill us, Jiminie?”

You’re too stunned to even say anything as you hear Jimin lock your front door behind you, Taehyung already beginning to move post-haste down the apartment building hallway with you over his shoulder. When you finally catch-up to the events of the current moment, you instantly curse the blonde man out. “Hey, what the fuck—I can walk! Put me down! Put me down or I’ll go straight back home!”

“No way,” Taehyung argues, already exiting the building with you in tow. “You’re just gonna go back no matter what, if I put you down. I saw that look in your eyes, the one you get when you’re about to slam the door in our faces. We really need you to come, y/n.”

You blink, trying to remember if you planned on closing the door in their faces. It was only a few moments ago, but you’re still half-asleep and can’t remember for the life of you. A part of you wishes to speak up and deny his words, but for however outraged you are right now you’re still attuned to the words he’s saying and the vocal cues that accompany his speech. It gives you pause, because he seems really, genuinely distressed right now.

“What happened? What’s going on?”

Jimin has since caught up to the two of you and is opening the car door, preparing the back seat for your entry—you haven’t seen this one before, so you presume it must belong to one of the older pack members. “It’s Jin-hyung and Kookie.”

“What?” Confusion combines with sleepiness to make you sound like the stupidest person on earth. “I thought they were getting better? Or at least Jungkook was—”

“We thought so too,” Taehyung says, finally putting you down and patting your head in a makeshift apology. You decide that killing him can wait for later.

“And then… tonight happened.”

As the two of them climb hurriedly into the car and buckle up to send you all on your way to the pack dorm, they fill you in on the events of the evening. While Jungkook had shown a marked improvement over the day, it was like a switch had flipped as soon as night fell and the moon emerged from below the horizon. He relapsed to a worse state than he was in last night, and Seokjin’s condition apparently worsened as well. Alarmed and not having a single idea what to do, they’d called in Yoongi’s father who had spent a large majority of the night attempting to diagnose them and prevent their condition from worsening. Only around half an hour ago had he put together a theory as to what was wrong with them, after all the pack members filled him in on everything they could.

“Wait so—Yoongi’s dad? The healer…?” you wait for their nods of confirmation before continuing. “He thinks it has something to do with me? Wait, if that’s the case should you even be bringing me back?! What if I make them worse again! God, I knew I shouldn’t have rocked up to the party last week…”

“No, well—I mean—” Jimin flounders for what to say, cutting himself off when he comes close to saying something and giving you the sense that there is another element to this that they’re not telling you. You have half a mind to demand to know, but you also recognise it could also be a wolf thing that you have no business knowing. “Don’t worry, if the head healer of our pack is calling you back, it’s not because he thinks you’re the thing making them sick.”

That does ease you, admittedly. Just a bit. You yawn, catching movement outside your window and realising with a startle that you’re already at the pack dorm. Instantly, for reasons barely known to you, your stomach erupts into a live bundle of nerves. You’re so baffled by it that you don’t even notice as the car pulls to a stop and your door is being opened in the next second by a perplexed Jimin.

“Are you alright?”

You give him a stinky look to save face as you climb out of the car, pretending your legs aren’t wobbly. “You’re asking that now?”

At the attitude in your voice the expression of concern slips right off his face and he snorts, looping his arm through yours and dragging you up the path to the pack dorm for the third time in a week. “Oh good, you’re alright. Hurry up now, I can hear them howling like pups from here.”

You go to bite back with a response but pause, because the second you tune into your ears you can hear it too. It’s mournful, the way the howls pierce the air. Baleful, especially when paired with the scenery of the almost-full moon hanging above the trees. Again, you’re not scared, just oddly… nervous. As in, full of nerves. It’s as though there are a thousand bees buzzing in your abdomen, and the network of nerves and synapses in your body have turned to live wires beneath your skin, thrumming and prickling with energy.

What does your subconscious seem to know that you don’t?

The howls are amplified the second you enter the house and there is no longer several inches of thick wall muffling their piercing resonance. They seem to be upstairs once more, on the side of the house that you didn’t venture into last time. Now that you’re close enough, you can distinguish that it’s not only pitiful howls breaking the air, but soft whimpers and whines, as well. Something about it, the quality of the sounds brushing your ears, makes your eyes prick with tears. It’s almost like…. Grieving. Like they’re calling out for something or someone that isn’t coming.

“Wow, they’re somehow even louder than when we left,” Jimin remarks, already dragging you towards the stairs and beginning on the climb up. “For wolves that are so sick they sure do still have a pair of lungs on them.”

You’re too busy remembering the fact that you’re currently dressed in the same shorts and singlet combo you’ve been in all week, and that you’re in a house full of men (and wolves, but you digress) to offer a response. Your arrival at the top of the stairs brings you to the sight of a number of men at the end of the hall, gathered together and muttering amongst themselves. You recognise all but one, and figure that the unfamiliar older gentleman must be Yoongi’s father as you’d heard of him.

“We brought her,” Jimin announces, though you doubt it was very necessary since they could probably smell you coming from the driveway. “Are they doing any better?”

Yoongi leans around Namjoon to deliver the younger with a deadpan look. “Listen for yourself.”

Right on cue, there is another round of pitiful howling, the noise tugging at something deep inside you. Why did it make you want to go to them? Are your instincts broken? That seems like a crazy reaction to have. Perhaps you should go get yourself checked out after this ordeal, though you’re unsure which professional you should be seeking out.

Jimin winces. “Alright. So they’re not doing much better at all.”

The new character, Yoongi’s dad, steps forward and reaches out to shake your hand. “Hello, you must be y/n. I’m Yunho, the Head Healer of this pack. I’m so sorry to have brought you out here at such a late hour.”

Now that everyone’s attention is on you, and Yunho looks so genuinely apologetic (you see the relation to Yoongi in the kind set of his features) you find your earlier anger at being awoken and dragged here fizzling out for good. Somewhat meekly, you manage to respond, “It’s fine. If I can help then I don’t mind at all.”

The older man smiles at your words, appreciation in his tone as he thanks you. “We’re really grateful, for that. Now, if you don’t mind, all I want you to do is just… go into the room with them.”

You blink, Taehyung and Jimin already having begun guiding (read: dragging) you to the room in question. “Pardon?”

Yunho seems slightly amused and sheepish. “I… have a theory, as to what is wrong with these two. I will inform you of everything after we test it out, but would you be able to go in, for now? Please?”

You’re not exactly in a position to refuse, not that you really want to anyway. As silly as it is, if going into the room where the wolves are is something that will somehow actually help them, then you’ll do it. Especially because you don’t think you can handle much more of their baleful howling—they seem miserable.

“Yeah, okay. Of course.” You shake your limbs out, shrugging your arms out of your friends’ grips and shooting them a glare for manhandling your again. They have the decency to appear slighty apologetic.

The entire pack in the hallway parts to let you through, like a sea of wolves. The room they direct you to is the one opposite of the one you went into last night, the one where the rowdy wolf that Jimin and Taehyung took care of had been. Taking a deep breath, you push the slightly ajar door open, biting your lip in anticipation of what you will see on the other side.

It’s a room similar in shape to Jungkook’s, but with blues and yellows mixed into the scheme of whites and greys. It is, put simply and as objectively as possible, a mess. You can see where things have been knocked off of shelves and desks, and some items (namely one of the bed posts) have been chewed up and left disfigured. It looks like a house with remnants of a temper tantrum from a puppy left alone too soon. They aren’t on the bed, which is oddly bare, and you see why a moment later when you catch sight of them huddled together on the floor, the size of small bears but shaking and whimpering so pathetically that you don’t feel even a shred of fear as you gaze upon them. A rumpled mixture of fluffy blankets and duvets are beneath them in a makeshift nest, some of them still attached to the bed and tucked underneath the end of the mattress.

You’re not sure what you expected when you stepped into the room, but it wasn’t for the two wolves to fall dead silent upon your arrival. You freeze, unsure how to proceed until there is a nudge at your back, and you turn over your shoulder to see Yunho giving you an encouraging look.

“Just go over to them, it will be okay. They won’t hurt you.”

You didn’t realise that was a fear you had until his words soothed it, and you take another deep breath to steel yourself before following his directions. You can’t tell whether the wolves are awake, or in that feverish place between sleep and waking, but the closer you get the less restless they seem and the less noises tumble from their jaws. Unsure what they want you to do when you reach the wolves, you turn back with a questioning look. Already, at the silence in the room, Yunho has a relieved look on his face. He makes a hand movement, gesturing for you to take a seat, and you see several heads pop around the doorframe to watch as you do so.

Blushing madly and pretending that you’re not as embarrassed as you are, you sink to your knees in front of the two wolves, eyes scanning over the one you hadn’t seen before today.

Seokjin, if you recall correctly; the eldest in the pack (well… this little subgroup of the larger pack, anyway), and the other wolf that bowled you over that day. A sense of familiarity washes over you as you view him, too, despite the fact you don’t think you’ve ever seen him in his wolf form before. His coat is sandy and light, caramel-hued in some places with accents of white around his eyes and front paws. Again, you can’t quite place where you’ve seen him before, but you know deep down that you have. The same goes for Jungkook, who appears extra dark next to his lighter packmate. Each of their heads is larger, broader than one of your thighs, something you become acutely aware of as you shuffle closer on your knees. Two barely-seeing sets of amber eyes watch your every movement.

Just when you go to look back and see what they want you to do next, there is shuffling from in front of you that captures your attention instead; a whimper escapes Jungkook, but Seokjin is the one that is moving, lifting his head and craning it forward until his moist nose skims your knee, sniffing tentatively. Whatever you smell like must confirm something for him, because in the next moment he’s letting out a low whine from the back of his throat and struggling forward, butting his head against you before rubbing the side of it along your thigh. You don’t have words to describe how hot your face is right now. Just when you think it can’t get any more embarrassing, the darker wolf gains a sudden burst of energy and lurches forward, snapping his teeth around the edge of your shorts leg and tugging lightly.

“Wh—” you don’t even have the brain space to finish whatever you were going to say, too busy shuffling forward and trying to make sure this wolf doesn’t pants you in front of the rest of the pack who are—as you confirm with an alarmed look over your shoulder—still watching everything unfold. The wolf, Jungkook, doesn’t stop tugging until you’re nestled deep between their two bodies, their temperatures rising each second you spend there, and as soon as he releases his teeth from the material of your shorts, Seokjin’s body is tilting and his head is coming to press against you and trap you in.

This is ridiculous. Is this actually happening? Are you not still at home, dreaming?

Your alarmed look is directed at the rest of the pack mates and Yunho once more, the older man letting out a sigh and wincing lightly. The rest of the members seem an odd mix of relieved and baffled. It does not soothe you one bit.

“Okay… y/n, there’s something we need to talk to you about.”

a/n: here it is! pls let me know what u think, feel free to come scream in my inbox and leave a like & reblog!! it means the world to me!! i might not always get to respond to all of them, but i do read every single one-- reread, even. thank u for reading this and for always supporting me! love u!! <3

[insufferablelust]

mgg request: snuggling on the couch and getting bored. so u start playing with fingers, and then u just decide to suck them. u feel him slowly start to grow hard, so u suck harder and grind into him. next thing u know u are straddling his thigh. he makes u get off on his thigh a few times before he will let u ride him. once u start riding him he switches the hand from ur mouth to ur clit, thinking youre done sucking his fingers. however u grab his other hand and start sucking. im a WHORE (SORRY)

what do you do when one of your fav person in the whole world send a blurb idea? you give them your all of course, seriously i went into town for this one and i hope you like it love! shsjsk as always thank you for requesting and being my fellow mgg whore! enjoy!

WARNINGS : um.. SMUT! filthy detailed smut, its literally pwp, oral fixations, daddy kink, name callings (degradation), condescension, orgasm control, over stimulation, thigh riding, Dom!Mgg x Sub!Reader, mention of wedding, slight breeding kink, mention of exhibitionism, just whole lotta filth y’all no joke, mgg got me feel some type of ways by that i mean constantly whoreknee.

MASTERLIST OF ALL MY WORK.

It was a particularly sunny day, right from the moment you woke up this morning, you could feel how terribly hot it was but you quickly diverted your thoughts as soon as your eyes landed on the sleeping figure next to you, and you instantly felt the need to grip your pillow tighter, biting your lip at the sight.

Quarantine days is both a blessing and a curse for you and Matthew, the amount of time you get to spend together pleased you both to no end, the endless talk about certain things, the late night food deliveries, cooking together, even making stuffed animals together which is one of your favorite things to do with him because you love them cuties so much. But what’s so great about quarantine is of course the sex, the endless amount of sex all over the house, You’ve done it in the shower, bedroom, kitchen counter, dining table, on your living room, even the car multiple times after grocery runs— time doesn’t really matter either, it could be at night, mornings, afternoons, even god damn 3 am. If Matthew is up for it then i’m up for it, the same goes for Matthew too, if You’re up for it then he’s there in an instant. So lets just say that you’ve been needy all the time.

There he was, laying down on our bed, with only a flimsy boxer that barely covers half of his thighs— the sweat glisten across his chest and you can see the purplish marks you’ve managed to gave them last night are still prominent, the longer you’re looking at him, the more you want to wake him up and just fuck like rabbits all day.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Matthew chuckled as he opened his eyes to meet yours, licking his lips and press his palm on top of your cheeks . “Good morning too creepy stalker, how long have you been awake?” he said as he caressed your skin gently, you can feel his thumb pressing over your soft skin.

Before you were about to answer, your eyes catches a glimpse of his long fingers— now Y/n has always been fascinated with his fingers, there’s just something about it that gets her going, the memories of what it can do always floods her thoughts, like that one time where he fingered her in the middle of his annual family dinner, or that one time he had to make sure you were stayed quiet where he fucks you on a trailer with his cast mates all around, or the random times when he choke you, or stuff his fingers down your throat, or curled them up inside your cunt, everything about that man— your man is perfect down to the last detail.

“Someone’s thinking about something hm? care to share baby?” He keeps his thumb on the edge of your lips knowing damn well that if it inch closer upwards, you’ll surely suckle on the digits— and he won’t have that, not yet.

“definitely not thinking about you old man...” now that, that pushes his buttons like nothing else, your age gap is something very.. peculiar about you two, not far enough that its illegal but far enough for people to raise an eyebrow when they found out— not that you care about stereotypes, neither does he, you both love each other and you’re not breaking any law that’s enough. It even fuels up your relationship, makes everything much hotter, when it feels slightly wrong in the eyes of others.

“ah.. so if i push my fingers down your pretty little cunt, i won’t find you soaked through for me?” she clenched her walls around nothing at that, feeling her wetness dampening the small panties she’s wearing— god she wants him right now but its so good to push his buttons like this. So you rolled your eyes at him, sticking your tongue out before getting up and went to the shower.

You expected him to come chase you, but to your half disappointment half excitement— he went downstairs, sitting on the couch, and enjoying his morning tea. You knew what that meant, he’s mad, mad and turned on. Perfect. After you finished showering, you went downstairs to where he’s at, dressed in one of his oversize thin sheer t-shirt with no panties or bra underneath.

You instantly straddle his hips as you sat down on his lap— directly on the bulge in his boxers before you purr in Matthew’s ear “I’m sorry daddy, i didn’t mean to be such a tease, i just! want you!” you whined, tone bratty as you huff and pout your lips.

God Matthew is a patient man, but when it comes to you looking fuckable and needing to be taught a lesson like this, he has no fucking choice but to give you one.

“You knew better than to push me like that, little girl. Such a mindless baby.” he scoffed, his tone sending warmth down your cunt and you whimpered, before grabbing his wrist to press his thumb on top of your lips and suckle on it— its both calming and exhilarating.

“you and your oral fixations, what an innocent looking baby— but you’re not aren’t you? knowing full well how to get daddy going, so you came down the stairs wearing my shirt and nothing else. Act like a big girl but when i get my hands on you, you’ll just squirm and purr like a dirty little whore.” He can’t blame you- he surely can’t blame you that you begin to grind your bare cunt on his lap as you suck his thumb harder after he said those things.

He lets out a laugh as he sees how desperate you’re for him, grinding your cunt on his thigh practically riding it, as your cute little mouth almost gag on his thumb. Perfect little thing. Your eyes shot up to see his when his fingers goes up to pinch your nipples alternating between the two, pinching and tweaking it knowing how sensitive you are.

“Mmm! daddy!” You moaned through his lips, arching your back and move your hips faster, feeling him bounce his thigh couple of times just to hear you yelp. “Here’s what we’re going to do, you’re going to ride my thigh until i tell you to stop and maybe just maybe i’ll let you ride my cock, we have all day baby, this is what you’ve wanted isnt it?”

You whined out loud as your eyes brimmed with tears in clear desperation, you and Matthew have done this long enough to know that Matthew has a patience that goes on for miles. He could wait even though his cock is practically bursting, he could wait until he sees you all limp and overstimulated— and being a sensitive girl that you are, you know that you’ll be a mess once he’s done with you.

“oh and baby, you can cum whenever you want to..” He said, pressing a kiss on your forehead as he unlocked his phone and scroll down, not paying attention to where you’re literally riding his thigh and sucking on his thumb like a bitch in heat.

The dismissive attitude should offend you, but if it does anything, it riles you up even more— the way he can stay calm when you’re a mess that has come over and over again just by grinding against his thigh turns you on to no end. You continued doing as he commanded and you’ve been doing it for more than 45 minutes (you could swear its actually an hour) when he decided he’s seen enough, pulling out his thumb from your lips before using it to found your clit and give it a slap, rubbing the over sensitive button fastly. “Oh! oh Matthew! mm- ah i’m please need your cock!” Your body shake on his thighs as you let out your 5th orgasms this morning, your toes curl and your head slumped against his shoulder as he praises you “That’s it, my good girl Y/N, i love you.”

As much as you love your daddy, your Fiancé is the one who truly owns your heart and soul, so you droopily gaze your eyes at his underneath your lashes, grabbing his other hand and suckle on his other thumb earning yourself a chuckle from Gube. “Your mouth always needs something to fill it up, doesnt it kitten? greedy little thing” He shakes his head as he use his other hand to pull out his cock, you never knew that cock could be pretty until you met him, His cock always makes you want to cockwarm him all the time— the skin is veiny, its not too long but its big.. stretches you out so good that has you limping the next day, and the tip is ruddy red- pre cum spurting from the top. Fuck, you want him to pound your throat then and there.

“Shh shh, sweet girl, let me do all the work this time yeah? just suck sit pretty and suckle, be my good doll.” He whispered before pushing his cock into your warm wet tight cunt, causing you to jolt at the over sensitivity and moans out loud, “Thats it, take it little girl, being such a good girl for me.” He rasped before laying you down on the couch and pound his cock into you in a fast pace.

“You’re so tight, Y/N” at hearing that your walls clenched around him as you starting to feel the familiar tight knot on your belly, you’re so overstimulated that it doesnt take you long at all to cum all over his cock, letting out choked out whimper and sobs “That’s it, keep coming pretty girl, gonna be good and let me finish inside- fuck right?”

You nodded your head drowsily, holding onto his wrist for dear life as you get fucked with a brutal pace, his thumb falls out your mouth and you begins to whimper, “M-matthew! please”

“I know, i’m close baby, just take it a bit more yeah? cum for me one more time, Y/N c’mon” his voice is strained, signaling that he’s close. you whimpered out that “cant- cant too much!” and Matthew’s thumb instantly went to rub your clit sending you over the edge quickly. “i know you have it in you, pretty girl. come on more— fuck thats it, thats it baby good gi— Ah fuck!” You cum all over his cock, him following not long after, releasing himself inside of you, filling you up as you shake and try to catch your breath.

“I love you— so fucking much Y/N” he whispered as he begins to pull out slowly and watch the cum drip out of her cunt, making him go feral and push his cum back in. “gotta stay full okay? who knows.. maybe i can knock you up before our wedding.”

Oh.. and you thought he won’t be up for round two.

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