#like in a bats n others studying him pre reveal way

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

A bit of a fan of whatever was going on with the Ra's and Jason connection admittedly

[ericspinkhair]

teasing the teacher

pairing: teacher!younghoon x fem student!reader

synopsis: y/n teases her teacher with a pink dildo and he takes her on his desk

word count: 2k

warnings: teacher/student sex, masturbating in class, dildos, cum on face, fingering, oral

a/n: please don't actually have sex with your teachers!

requests are open!!

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from the moment he stepped into the math classroom on the first day of senior year and introduced himself as 'mr. kim' you knew you wanted him.

he was tall, handsome and naturally charismatic so it was no surprise that many of the lower class students had a crush on him. whispers followed him through the halls and you'd often hear girls say out loud the same inappropriate thoughts you were having.

you showed up to math class regularly which was something you never had done as you didn't see how knowing how to solve the quadratic formula was going to benefit you in your life.

you spent the lessons studying mr. kim and, from his youthful complexion and attitude, figured he couldn't be much older than you. he was maybe 23? 24? you didn't concern yourself with it. you were of age and sought for someone more mature to fulfill your needs.

in his black collared shirt and tailored pants, he was looking like a real snack today and you stared at him from your seat, devouring this man with your eyes. he caught you staring and you thought he'd avert his gaze but, to your surprise, he looked you up and down, lingering at your cleavage for a moment, before he smirked.

even when you were working on questions on your own, you could feel him observing you. you made sure to bite your lip and wet it with your tongue to look as seductive as possible. when you left the classroom, you noticed that he had placed a jacket over his lap.

knowing that your strategy to get his attention was working, you figured out a plan over the weekend. he was clearly attracted to you but since he was your teacher you couldn't just go up to him and be like 'hey, wanna fuck?' no, you needed him to make the first move and you were going to make sure he was.

you dressed up in a tiny skirt that ended at the middle of your thigh and in order to prevent unwanted attention you wore safety shorts underneath. your denim jacket covered up a white cropped shirt with a zipper stretched over the chest.

before math class, you removed the shorts in the bathroom and stored them in your bag. the next step was risky but essential in your plan to seduce mr. kim so you took a deep breath and prepared yourself.

when you sat down in your seat, you made sure to pull the zipper all the way down so that the inner sides of your breasts were mostly exposed. you didn't need to worry  since you were the only one sitting in the back row and no one would see.

an exam was coming up so you had time to practice today and mr. kim was just sitting at his desk, watching over the students while doing something on his laptop. everyone was, more or less, engaged in the work and he let himself focus on you. he noticed how your shirt was barely holding your boobs which were threatening to spill out. he had never seen a girl as sexy and bold as you and felt his dick harden in his pants. you noticed him looking and what you did next sent a sudden rush directly to his cock.

you spread your legs apart, revealing something round and pink between your legs. you gave him a clear view of your vagina clutching onto a huge dildo.

you looked him dead in the eyes as you grabbed the base and slightly pulled it out halfway just to ease it back in. you repeated this action multiple times, grabbing your tits with the other hand and gave him a show by massaging and squeezing them.

lust clouded his eyes and he licked his lips. his tight pants were restraining his painfully hard cock and there was nothing he could do to get relief while he was in class. he tried to concentrate on what he had been doing on the laptop again but it was difficult when all he wanted to do was to replace the dildo with his cock and fuck you into oblivion.

you saw how worked up you had gotten him and decided to push him over the edge. you pulled out the dildo and sucked on it while keeping direct eye contact. you let your tongue graze over the tip before fucking your mouth with it.

after what felt like hours of torture for your teacher, your shenanigans were interrupted by the bell.

'okay, class. pack your things and go,' mr. kim urged the students.

you quietly slipped the dildo back inside and stood up to join your friend. she gave you an amused look. she was aware of everything that was happening since you had shared your plans with her in advance.

you wanted to frustrate mr. kim even further so you ignored him and passed his desk nonchalantly.

'y/n, wait! I need to talk to you.' you inconspicuously fist bumped your friend and turned around.

'how can I help you, mr. kim?' you asked, batting your eyelashes, acting all innocent. he rolled his eyes.

as soon as the last person had stepped outside, he locked the door.

'what do you think you're doing, wearing no underwear and masturbating in my class? you have violated school policy and I can't let you get away with that so easily.' the tent in his trousers was huge and there was a small wet spot where his pre-cum had leaked through. he stepped closer to you and you backed up against the wall.

'you do need to punish me, sir,' you admit. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down so that your lips were brushing against his ear. 'I've been a bad girl.'

he pinned both of your wrists to the wall behind you and forced his mouth onto yours. you smirked into the kiss, knowing you had succeeded, and opened your mouth to grant him easy access. he slipped in his tongue and began exploring the insides.

he pressed himself hard against you so that your stiff nippels grazed his chest through your shirt. his solid length burned against your lower belly and, when you moved against it, he let out a groan.

'on the desk. now,' he ordered and dragged you by the wrist. he pushed his hand down on your upper back to bend you over and you obliged more than happily.

he jerked the skirt up to expose your dildo filled pussy. you moaned loudly as he spanked your right butt cheek. he watched it jiggle in fascination.

'count,' he ordered you and spanked the other side.

'two,' you heavily breathe out. this dominant side of him was a bit unexpected and every slap made your muscles clench around the fake dick stuck deep inside you.

'three, four,' you cried out as he left red marks on both sides, soothing them afterwards by rubbing gently.

every time his hand came down, the volume of your moans increased. by 'ten', mr. kim had enough of this.

'you seem to be enjoying your punishment a bit too much, y/n,' he pointed out. 'time to move on.'

you suddenly felt empty as he took out the dildo swiftly. you gasped as your arousal began running down your thighs. mr. kim knelt down and licked it away. you raised one leg and placed it on the desk, fully exposing your pussy to him.

'so desperate,' he mumbled and began tracing your folds.

he eased two of his fingers inside and your hole swallowed them effortlessly. he pumped them in and out in a steady, fast rhythm, listening to the desperate sounds coming from both your vagina, as well as from your mouth. your upper body rested on the hard surface as your teacher was fingering you good. unlike all of the other guys you had been with, he knew what he was doing and moved his fingers in a way that quickly brought you close to your orgasm.

he didn't let you have it though.

when he pulled his dripping fingers out, you turned around and sank to your knees. you made quick work with his belt and soon pulled down his pants and underwear to his ankles. his cock was an angry red, waiting impatiently for you to end its torture.

you heard a sharp intake of breath as you put it in your mouth and started sucking. mr. kim grabbed your hair tightly to guide you; it did hurt a bit but it mostly turned you on even further. you took him as far as you could, hollowing your cheeks to avoid brushing against it with your teeth.

his cum tasted salty and made you even more thirsty for him. you wanted to savor more of his aroma but he pulled out after not too much time.

he made you stand up, grabbed your butt cheeks and lifted you onto the desk. your legs hugged his torso tightly and his hard dick stood proud in front of your entrance.

'you still have time to change your mind,' mr. kim informed you. he reminded himself that he had to ask you for your consent before he were to do something you didn't want to.

you, however, were sure you needed him and pushed his tip inside by pulling him closer with your legs.

both of you moaned loudly as he fully slid inside you, filling you up to the brim. you were so tight for him that he had to force himself to start slow in order not to come right here and there.

mr. kim pulled down the cleavage of your shirt so that your naked tits bounced out. he massaged and pinched your nipples as he pounded into you. your tongues were fighting for dominance and he could taste himself on you. you couldn't get enough of his sweet lips.

'look how desperate you are for your teacher. clenching around his cock like this.' his dirty words sent shivers through your spine.

you wove your fingers into his hair and gently tugged at it as your walls tightened around him.

feeling that you were close, mr. kim picked up the speed, sucking purple bruises on your neck.

your threw your head back and hard wrenching spasms stole your ability to move and think. you leaned against his heaving chest and nibbled on his earlobes.

'fuck,' he cursed. he lifted you down to the ground and stroked his dick in fast motions. you knelt to taste his cum as he finally exploded with a satisfied groan.

most of it landed in your mouth and the rest ran down your cheeks or was caught in your eyelashes. you swallowed the sticky substance and licked your lips to reach more of his load.

mr. kim panted heavily and had his eyes closed while trying to calm down his breathing. when he opened them again he saw his cum dripping down your face and quickly went to get you a paper towel.

'clean that up properly. no one can know what happened.' suddenly he felt a rush of panic.  if anyone were to find out that he had slept with a student, he was going to be fired. he couldn't lose the job he had just started.

'don't worry,' you assured him as you wiped your lashes clean. 'as long as you'll write me an excuse for why I'm late for my next class everything will be fine.'

you turned around to leave but he held you back by grabbing your hand.

'don't do this during lessons again. if you want me to fuck you, just tell me and we can arrange something outside of class.'

'sure thing,' you said and winked at him as you stepped outside.

[yakultberry]

✪ summary: it's no surprise that doyoung spoils you on your birthday, but somehow, he still takes your breath away. ✪ pairing: law student!doyoung x reader ✪ genre(s): fluff, college au ✪ word count: 1.5k words

✪ a/n: another birthday fic i wrote, this time for my queen @secndlife !! love you, karol 💖 or should i say horanghae ADJFLAJSDLJF anyway, this is just a little snippet of a college au that we sometimes indulge ourselves with hehehe enjoy!

“You have something on your lips, baby.”

You look across the small cafe table at your boyfriend, a small smile spreading on your icing-covered lips. “Well, maybe you should help me clean it up. It’s my birthday after all.”

Doyoung, used to your antics, just rolls his eyes as he grabs a napkin and reaches over to wipe at your mouth. “Ah, so you’re doing this on purpose,” he says with a raised eyebrow, his tone stern. But you don’t miss the subtle way his lips curl up at the corners or the way his eyes instantly soften when they meet yours.

“Maybe,” you hum playfully. Not quite satisfied with his reaction, you press on. “I thought you might have kissed it off, though. It’s more romantic, you know.”

He lets out a huff, scrunching his nose at you. “Oh, so now you’re teasing me!” Even after dating for over a year, Doyoung still can’t help feeling flustered whenever you bat your lashes at him (though he definitely exaggerates his reactions just to see you giggle like you are now). Again, he fails to hide the small smile on his own face. “Just eat the rest of your cake, we have to go soon!”

“Fine, I guess the kisses can wait until later,” you say through your laughter, only to double down when Doyoung lets out another exasperated sound. To everyone else, Doyoung is a put-together, intelligent pre-law student, expertly juggling his studies, vice president duties at the fraternity, and his personal life (that’s you). Those who know Doyoung less, might call him uptight, maybe even overbearing-- it is a common misconception of pre-law majors after all.

To you though, you know that underneath his cool, type A exterior, there is a soft, nurturing side to your boyfriend. As hard as he tried to keep up his facade, the boy never really stood a chance against you; and now, all his love simply flows out through each of his actions, constantly enveloping you in a warmth you’ve never felt before. Still, you can’t help but poke fun at him at times, loving the blush that would creep on his cheeks whenever he tried too hard to hide his affection for you.

“Should I let them know that we’re on our way back now?” you ask as Doyoung finishes up paying the bill.

“Wait no, don’t!”

Just as you pick up your phone, Doyoung places a hand over yours, his eyes wide. Your own narrow at him slowly. “...Why not?” When your dear boyfriend tries to only respond with a smile that more resembles a grimace, it is suddenly your turn to be stern. “Baby.”

“Well, I might have told Johnny and Lily that this was going to be a surprise party. Yuta and Daisy, too.”

You blink. “Doyoung, you do know that to throw a surprise party, the person has to be, you know, surprised. Also, you know I hate surprises!”

“Well yes, that’s why I told you that we’re having a party,” Doyoung explains. He takes your hand in his as you exit the cafe, simply walking up the street to get to your apartment. “I just thought it would be funny to tell Johnny and Lily that they had to go to the apartment early to decorate it before you arrive or something.”

“Oh my god.” The both of you meet eyes with mutual shit-eating grins. For the past summer, the two of you had been persistently trying to set up your two friends to confess their (very obvious) feelings for each other. As the months go on, one of your forms of entertainment has been creating situations where they could be alone. “How long have they been there for?”

“Maybe two hours?”

“Nooo, that’s probably the longest yet!” you cackle heartily, squeezing his hand in yours out of habit. “Oh god, this is why I love you.”

“I know, I know, I’m a genius,” Doyoung sing-songs, chuckling beside you.

“Wait, but if we walk in and find them making out on the couch, I will lowkey fight you,” you deadpan, only half joking. As much as you wanted the two to finally get together, you did not want to see them sucking face in your home. Where you live.

“You promise?”

“Shut up!” Your laughter echoes against the tall buildings lining the street.

The late afternoon sun streams between the gaps of the skyscrapers and washes the apples of your smiling cheeks in a warm summer glow. Although the fall semester has yet to begin, there are many young people bustling about, and your shoulder brushes against Doyoung’s as you leisurely stroll up the sidewalk. It’s moments like these that make him stop and remember how lucky he is to have someone as radiant as you.

He lifts your clasped hands to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. “I love you too, by the way.”

“Hmm, you better.”

It doesn’t take much longer for you to reach your apartment, the both of you excitedly talking about your plans for the evening up until you get on the elevator.

“I texted them we’re on the way up, but Yuta said they’re not ready,” Doyoung laughs.

“It’s fine, I already know anyway!” you say, impatient to start the night’s festivities already. According to Doyoung, he had even bought a table at one of the swankiest clubs in the city, and you did not plan on walking in even slightly sober.

“No but,” Doyoung whispers as you approach the door of your apartment. “You still have to act surprised when we go in, okay? They’ll kill me if they find out.”

“Ugh, fine!”

You can faintly hear frantic whispers and a small commotion behind your apartment door when you reach it, even making out a ‘Johnny, you can’t fit there!’ before everything seems to go still. Doyoung opens the door for you after a moment, and there is a short moment of silence before the lights flash on and streamers are popped.

“SURPRISE!” your friends cheer in unison. You place a hand over your chest in your best attempt to look shocked, though a genuine smile does spread on your face when you see them all there to celebrate with you

“Haha, say hi to the camera!” Johnny, a tall guy with a knack for photography, yells, capturing the exact moment you walk in.

Before you can say anything, your best friends, Lily and Daisy, pull you further into the apartment, which is elaborately decorated with balloons and streamers. There is even a shiny inflated ‘26’ hung on the wall. You can’t help but look at your friends with a pout. “You guys did all of this?”

“Of course we did, bestie!” Lily beams at you, clinging onto your arm. “But thank god you’re here, I was alone with Johnny for so long because Yuta and Daisy got here late.” You laugh at the dirty look she shoots over at Daisy, who simply shrugs.

“We were picking up the drinks and got a little distracted when we were on the way over!”

“Oh right, distracted--”

“Anyway, we brought tequila!” Daisy chirps, flashing the unopened bottle to you. You grin back. Your friends really know you. “Let’s get this party started!”

The pre-game starts off strong with everyone taking shots at your insistence. About three shots later, everyone is in a good mood to start getting ready to leave for the club (except Lily, who seems to already be there from the way she is dancing). Johnny attempts to copy her moves, causing Yuta and Daisy to fall over each other as they laugh loudly. You’re about to join the impromptu dance floor when you feel a hand slip into yours.

You barely have time to smile at Doyoung before he twirls you around, leaving you giggling and breathless. Then, without a word, he guides you out onto the balcony, where he pulls you into his arms. There is something sobering about the soft night air, which isn’t quite the vibe you’re going for. Your laugh cuts through the stillness of the atmosphere. “Doyoung, what are you--”

The way he is looking at you with so much affection makes your heart do a somersault in your chest. “Happy birthday, baby,” he whispers in that delicate, melodic voice of his. Suddenly, he pulls away so that you see that he is holding a large, flat case. He hands it to you, eyes sparkling excitedly. Your eyes, on the other hand, suddenly prick with several tears.

“Wh-what is this?”

“A surprise. Open it!”

With shaky hands, you open the case to reveal a beautiful, gold necklace with a simple diamond-encrusted pendant. You gasp. “Doyoung, you--” your voice gets caught in your throat. “You got this for me? It’s gorgeous, but you really sh-shouldn’t have. I--”

“Yes, I should have,” he laughs, seeing how emotional you’ve gotten. Doyoung pulls you into his embrace and presses a soft kiss to your temple before looking down to meet your eyes. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” you whisper hoarsely, leaning up to peck him on the lips. You let out a sniffle. “You spoil me.”

“Of course I do, you’re my baby,” he says matter-of-factly. You giggle through your tears and hug him tighter.

And as beautiful as the necklace is, you can’t help but feel that being loved by Kim Doyoung is the best surprise present that life has given you.

[kookiesbadhabits]

Nice Guys [M]

He had a serious expression, but not the usual stoicism with tinges of bashfulness like you’re used to. His face seemed shrouded in a darker, carnal yearning. You cursed in the realization that seeing him like this, had you wet. You could feel it, instantly, the familiar heat growing between your legs. 

“Kookie?” you tried again, weakly attempting to pull your arms out of his grip. Your chest rose and fell in anticipation. You wince when you feel his grip on your wrists tighten in response to your outburst.

“Stop calling me that,” Jungkook commanded. 

“We’re the same age,” he continued. “How long did you think you could get away with babying me?”

summary: it’s always a pleasant surprise when the shy, and bashful boy you befriend on campus reveals himself to be a total dom behind closed doors.

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 6.4k

genre: smut 🍑, some pre-smut fluff 🐰

warnings: sub!jungkook, dom!jungkook, choking/asphyxiation, masturbation, oral sex, hair-pulling, spanking, orgasm denial

a/n: 3000 words of fluff + 3000 words of sin = healthy diet

You glanced around the science lounge, scanning the groups of profoundly stressed individuals. Of course, with finals approaching, it’s understandable to see everyone so on edge. Finally, your eyes meet with the person you’ve been looking for: Jungkook. I mean, if you could even call it eye contact. It was barely a split-second until he looked away with that all too familiar shy yet neutral expression, and the slightest purse of his lips.

“Hey, you, ready to go?” you smiled with the usual playful tilt of your head, shoulders perked up and hands clasped together behind your back clutching your phone. In these moments, he could manage keeping the eye contact between you two, but he became notably distracted in an instant.

As he nodded obediently while slowly rising from his seat, grabbing his jacket up off it, his calm composure wavered as he stole a glance at the way your body moved. Your position emphasized your chest, a cheeky bounce noticeable enough to make him dart his eyes away nervously, as you rocked on your heels back and forth, waiting idly as he gathers up his laptop and notes.

You let your guard down often when it came to Jungkook. To you, he just came across as the most innocent little bean who wouldn’t dare make a move even if he really wanted to. As a bonus, whenever you turned on the offense, you enjoyed seeing the faint red flush of his face. It played as your favourite type of entertainment, which only urged you to tease him even more.

As you watch his hand gliding up his chest to zip up his sweater, you suddenly moved to cling onto his arm, taking him by surprise again, swaying his usual collected demeanor. You simple smiled cheekily up at him, relishing his perturbed expression. His eyes widened down at you in processing the sensation of the touch. He jerked away, flustered by the contact of your plump breasts pressing against him. You weren’t wearing a bra again.

*She’s wearing a big baggy sweater after all. *, he deduced, casually shielding his being affected raising his hand to rub at his neck as though he were sore, his eyes lightly closed as he stretched his neck. He kept his expression stagnant again as you two walked to the parking lot.

It was a Friday, and you two agreed that to keep your sanity intact from the stresses of the life-sucking, money-leeching world of post-secondary education, you would spend the Friday nights letting loose. Be it a food trip, a movie, or even simply a night in binge-watching The Office, no matter what the two of you did, the intent was to ease the blow of each other’s course load.

Since being the only person the other knows from high school, you and Jungkook grew closer in the past 3 months. Though you loved teasing him, he never wanted to stop spending time with you. He was always the cool and composed one, while you brought a lively spark of thrill in his daily life with your devious tendencies. You two were friends, at the very least, if you could call this dangerous borderline between romantic and platonic attraction a friendship.

The past few months have been a routine loop of suggestive skinship, eye contact for longer than necessary, taunting him with unfair advances that ranged from sitting on his lap in a study room to something as innocent as leaning on his head when you’d take transit together. In a way, you felt like you had him wrapped around your finger, the way he would do your bidding without hesitation, while letting you get away with your mischievous tendencies. There was something in him that made him crave it, your unpredictability. Though you had a quiet longing for a time when he’d reciprocate your advances, it was still just as amusing to an intimidatingly nonreactive Jungkook break face even for just a moment.

As you reached his car and dropped off the unnecessary baggage into his trunk, the two of you buckled up, and he began driving while you scrolled through your phone to choose music to play.

“You feeling a night out tonight?” you asked as you watched the evening lights of stores and streetlights sped past your gaze.

“Depends where you want to go,” he responded keeping eyes on the road and his voice cool enough to come across cold, as usual. He never intended to come across as indifferent, most people who newly met him in uni would be chased off by his icy remarks, but you knew he had a kind heart.

You turned your head to him, smiling faintly at his focused expression as he drove.

“You should say what you want from time to time, you know,” You poked him playfully on his thigh, noting the firmness in them, but pretending to not be impressed. He fidgeted slightly under your fingertips.

“I want … to go wherever you want to go,” he said, the ambiguous answer making you laugh. Of course, he never let you on just about anything that was churning through that head of his.

“Aah, you’re always like this. No fun,” you jokingly scolding, lightly gripping his thigh and shaking his leg. Your hand slipped a little higher up his thigh making him exclaim.

“I’m kind of driving over here, Y/N,” he cleared his throat, never peeling his eyes from the road.

You pouted before giving him a small smile and slid your hand back down slowly, before retracting your hand back to your lap. You got him to react a little again, and he looked so cute again.

You return to looking out the car window, “How about we just order pizza and have a Disney marathon or something?” You closed your eyes for a moment as you entered a tunnel, there was something calming about being enveloped by complete darkness. “We’ll relive all the emotions.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said as he smoothly, a small smile showing in the corner of his mouth.

“Let’s do it at your place this time,” you added. “I don’t feel like sharing food with my roommate this time, in case she comes home early.”

“Y/N? At my house? Alone together?” Jungkook thought to himself, in all the times you’ve hung out, it was always either out or at your house, where things never got too intimate because of your roommate, who would always barge in to cut any building sexual tension at the worst possible times. In Jungkook’s case, saving him from confronting his desires. Jungkook argued with himself in silence, unsure of himself, recalling his own unpredictability. If you got too close, or overstepped a little more than usual, he doesn’t know what he’d do with himself. You already had your guard down at the lowest it could possibly be, and you were completely unaware of the new risky boundaries you were gambling with.

“She’ll be in my house, lying on my couch, nothing under that sweater, defenseless, unsuspecting, alone with me. Does she have no idea what she does to me? Who am I kidding, of course she does. Her cheeky grin that displays from her satisfaction is practically engraved in my long-term memory. She has no idea what’s she’s getting into. Could I resist her this time? Could I resist the next time she presses her chest against me, next time her lips draw close to whisper in my ear, next time she takes her deviant hand and reaches for my thighs? What if I finally make my advances, what would the look on her face be then? What face would she make when I finally lean in closer, and reach my hand to feel more of her? What more if I touched her myself, if my hand slid from her thigh to her-”

“Kook?” your soft voice put his mental ramble to a halt. “You good with that?” Jungkook felt he’d gotten a semi-hardon, but was thankful the tone of voice in your question wasn’t directing towards it. He pursed his lips, not daring to meet your eyes, gulping nothing but air, and clearing his throat. He mentally waved away his sinful thoughts and nodded.

“I’m good,” he replied to you with ease, never letting his voice waver to expose any of what his train of thought just lead up to. “Just trying to recall if I left my place in any state of dread.”

You let out a relaxed laugh, leaning your head against the car seat, your eyes batting close to slumber. “That’s good,” you yawn. “Wake me when we’re there.”

He lowered the music’s volume a little to help you fall asleep, you smiled again before finally submitting completely to your truly drained self. You allowed yourself to doze off for the rest of the drive, the array of blurry lights decorating the evening sky lulling you to sleep.

Jungkook stole a glance of your sleeping face, eyes trailing through the details of your vulnerable state in awe: the way your long lashes flitted while your eyes dreamed under your lids, the way the night’s glow reflected off the subtle gloss on your lips, and the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you droned off into a deeper sleep. He turned into his apartment complex’s parking lot, slowly easing into his designated parking space. You remained asleep, and you began to mumble.

“Not there,” your voice came out soft and dazed. Your sudden somniloquy took him by surprise, his brown eyes widening to that familiar doe-eyed look, narrowing down to your sleeping body.

“Jeon,” this time Jungkook could have sworn your voice came out in a moan, and felt his ears starting to burn. “Jung,” you mumbled again, shifting just slightly in your seat, your thighs rubbed together, and your brows furrowing for an instant. “Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s face flushed and his hand involuntarily raised up to reach for you. Your face? Your hand? He shook the urges away and instead, loudly opened his car door, knowing the bite of the cold night air would wake up you. You jolted awake from the brush of the night’s breeze on your cheeks. You sat up, looking around, in that post-slumber amnesia-like state, recalling where you are. Jungkook was no longer in the driver’s seat and you looked out the window and notably flinched in your seat to see him standing outside your side of the door, looking around for people as he blew into his palms for warmth. He looked back to you with his hand reaching for your door handle and opened it to be greeted with your flushed face, a mix of drowsiness and whatever emotions your dreams might have enticed you with. He wanted to kiss you right there, because really? Moaning his name in your sleep? You practically attacked him without even being conscious for any of it.

“L-let’s go inside,” Jungkook’s deep stern voice broke the crisp silence of the snowy night, his breath coming out in small puffs of white.

You only had your dream replaying in your mind as you looked up at him before scrambling up and out of your seat. Your dream was so vivid, you almost believed it had really taken place.

In the car during your drive, you dreamt that Jungkook himself had finally made an advance. His hand raised to the hem of your sweater, slipping his hand underneath, letting his hand graze your skin as he slid it to the between your thighs, nothing but your black leggings and black undies as his barrier from your core. Without hesitation, without an ounce of resolve, his rough and large hand palmed your heat before slowly rubbing in painfully slow circles.

You squirmed under his touch, but refused to stop him, this is something you’d always yearned for. You looked up at his face, he still had his eyes on the road, with the same serious, focused expression, completely contrasting the acts his hand was committing to. You let your lips part, a light pant escaping you, as his hand rubbed you faster, with a more fervent pace. Your panting synced with the rhythm, and a moan escapes your lips, syncing with the increasing pressure he applied on your clit. Your hands gripped on the car seat as he persisted. Any further and you were going to–

“Y/N? Come on, it’s freezing out here,” Jungkook’s calm voice snapped you out of your daze. You immediately realized you were standing out in the chilly night air, with Jungkook holding the door open for you. You hurriedly walked in, praying he thought the tint of red on your cheeks were from nothing more than the cold breeze.

In no time at all, the two of you were comfortably splayed out on the couch, eyes glued to the screen as you scrolled through Netflix to get a marathon going. With the remote at your command, Jungkook was on his phone ordering the pizza.

You chose what looked like a minimally cheesy rom-com because you didn’t want to cry. In starting the movie up, you settle into your spot on the couch. Jungkook had laid out a bunch of blankets and pillows, both on the couch and on his carpet. You glanced at him and couldn’t help but notice that his body was awfully stiff and seated noticeably far away from you. Perplexed, you scooched yourself over to him and his eyes shifted from his phone to you.

With a blanket wrapped around you, you leaned on his shoulder peeking at his phone. He was texting someone, and you saw some key words in his messages that struck you into more intrigue. Before you could finish the split second of your wandering eyes, he had locked his phone and cleared his throat.

“Y/N, you’re close,” he said. He kept his eyes glued to the TV.

“alone at my place”, it had said. It piqued your interest for a moment, but he quickly clicked his screen off. You pouted at his evasiveness.

“Kookie, you’re far,” you mocked and childishly cuddled even closer to him, your head resting on his shoulder. He was clearly flustered, and purposely lowered his shoulder until your head could no longer reach him.

Refusing to admit defeat, you lowered your head cheekily, allowing your body to slump down on the couch, until your head landed on his lap. You grinned up at him, feeling accomplished as he glared down at you, his cheeks clearly turning red.

“(Y/N) what are you up to now?” he mumbled, weakly attempting to sound unfazed.

“Nothing,” you replied in a sing-song tone, reaching a hand up to lightly boop his nose. A smile tickled the corners of Jungkook’s lips, he was clearly amused, and may have finally been loosening up.

He looked down at you, keeping eye contact for longer than usual. Your head casually tilts, keeping up the oblivious puppy act, and blink twice at him. His gaze followed the flutter of your lashes.

Suddenly, the intimate silence is broken by an intimate moan. However, the sound came from neither one of you, so with both eyes widened and faces flushed, you directed your eyes to the TV.

The rom-com was proving to be a lot more sexual than you had bargained. The main pairing had been making out aggressively in the middle of a crowded festival, surrounded by oblivious bystanders, cheering and dancing. The man couldn’t keep his hands off her, and they looked desperate to close the lasting distance of their clothing from each other.

In a swift motion, the man picked the girl up, bridal style, catching the crowd’s attention, their hype instigating warm cheers of encouragement, as the pair went to a quieter place.

Your face was tinted pink, and you glanced over at Jungkook’s reaction. He practically forgot he was even nervous about your head on his lap. You watched as his Adam’s apple rose and fell in a slow gulp. Was he thinking what you were thinking?

“It’s getting kinda hot,” you burst up off the couch, catching him off guard.

Before he could say anything, you were making your way down his hall to find his bedroom. You heard him stand up off the couch, a confused and frantic expression plastered on his face. You quickly scurried to the room with the bed before he caught up with you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His deep voice bellowed from down the hall.

Too late, you were in his room and spotted the door to his closet and quickly hurried in and locking the door behind you. It smelled so strongly of him.

Quickly and giggly, you lifted your shirt off, and started stripping.

*BANG* you jump at the sudden pound at the door, “What the heck are you doing in my closet?!”

You laugh and finish wiggling out of your leggings, and grab one of his big white tees, “Getting comfortable!”

He persisted to knock at the door, and attempt to turn the doorknob, while you slipped on his shirt, and were pleased by the soft cotton contacting your skin, his smell enveloping you. You just were starting to sweat, and impulsively wanted to get rid of your pants and bra.

Just as the hem of the shirt fell past your thighs, the door burst open, and Jungkook bolted in halfway through before freezing, his eyes fixated on you, in your new, more casual attire.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, before clearing his throat and straightening his posture.

“Kinda hot?” He raised a brow, referring to your remark before bolting to his bedroom.

“What did you think I meant, Kookie?” you hummed, skipping closer to him and petting his head like you would a kid.

“I refuse to wear pants any longer!” you declared as you marched past him still dumbfounded in the middle of the doorway. You took a step towards him, and your supple breasts bounced under the white tee, your nipples clearly protruding through the thin fabric. Without another word, Jungkook slammed the door back shut and stomped back to the living room.

“God, you honestly drive me crazy,” Jungkook panted, brushing his fingers through his hair, shaking himself out of a bit of a daze. The temptations and opportunities you laid out on him before, none of them compared to this.

You walked cheekily back to the living room, hands behind your back, and a smile on your face as you thought of more games to play on your little toy Kookie.

Clearly, he didn’t hear you come in, so you stood behind him over the couch, him sitting forward, his broad back good for pouncing on.

In a swift motion, you wrapped your arms over his shoulders, your breasts pressed against his back, “Are they still fucking?” you asked coyly, pretending to have no ulterior motives behind your actions. Reflexively, Jungkook grabs onto your wrists, jumping in place.

You bring your lips closest to his ear, just barely making contact, your lip accidentally nudging one of his piercings with the slight shakiness in your position.

You whispered in that same taunting tone you’ve been testing him with all night, “What are you going to do about it, Jeon?” You smiled deviantly at his expression, at the way his jaw clenched from gulping down air, and the way he darted his head away from you.

‘Thinking about running away again, little rabbit?’ you thought to yourself, feeling like you had backed your prey into a corner once again, seeing his flushed face painted with sexual frustration was starting to get you wet.

Suddenly, Jungkook turns his head back to you, and with a swift motion, grabbed both your wrists and pulled you onto the couch before pushing you roughly to fall back against the couch. Using one hand in a powerful grip, he held your arms over your head.

Taken completely by surprise, a different knot begins to coil in your stomach as you stare up at him with wide eyes and lips parted releasing light pants. His countenance had warped completely from his usual persona, there was no hesitation, no embarrassment, no bashfulness. Only pure unadulterated desire, and his determination to fulfill them.

You remained tense as he lay forward to press his body against yours, feeling a growing bulge press in between your thighs, until his lips are just as close to your ear as you did with him.

“This is what you wanted all along, right Y/N?” His voice grew low and husky, giving you unfamiliar shivers down your spine.

“Hey, come on JK, you’re scaring me,” you squirm underneath him, only to get a more definitive feel of his body pressed against you.  

Jungkook refused to let up on his weight over you. You remained still, cautious of his next move. Your eyes frantically surveyed the situation. You were wearing nothing but his shirt, which already smelled so strongly of him. With him over you, his scent had you completely submerged in his sweet pheromones.

Daring to, your eyes travel from his chest, to his neck where veins seem to be ready to burst, his lips that were parted just the slightest releasing light exhales, and finally to his eyes. His eyes remained glued to yours, piercingly.

He had a serious expression, but not the usual stoicism with tinges of bashfulness like you’re used to. His face seemed shrouded in a darker, carnal yearning. You cursed in the realization that seeing him like this, had you wet. You could feel it, instantly, the familiar heat growing between your legs.

“Kookie?” you tried again, weakly attempting to pull your arms out of his grip. Your chest rose and fell in anticipation. You wince when you feel his grip on your wrists tighten in response to your outburst.

“Stop calling me that,” Jungkook commanded.

“We’re the same age,” he continued. “How long did you think you could get away with babying me?”

You blushed at his serious, deep voice. The way it rumbled against your eardrums sent riveting goosebumps along your skin. Despite being unsure with how you felt about being cornered for once, you couldn’t turn your eyes away from his.

“What’s gotten into you, JK?” you reasoned, your voice failing to sound composed.

“This is the dynamic of our friendship. I’m the teasing noona-type, and you’re the cool-to-flustered, Kook-”

Jungkook plants his lips on yours, cutting you off mid-sentence. The softness tasted faintly of cherry, and slowly moved to encourage your lips to move with him. In being caught off guard, you had let your guard down, giving him instantaneous access to your tongue. With not a moment to process, your body moved on its own.

Your tongue greeted his excitedly, folding and intertwining together, stimulating each other’s taste buds. On your lips, he tasted strawberry, almost like a liqueur. He deepened the kiss, before taking your bottom lip between his teeth to lightly tug, a pained impatience urging you to follow his pull, and suddenly letting go of your lips. He was amused by the way your lips followed, desperate to lock with his again, but he purposely kept his lips out of your reach, relishing the look of complete vulnerability in your face. He was enjoying being the one on the offense for once.

“You want something?” he spoke, his bottom lip glistening from the kiss. You remain speechless, looking up at him with lidded eyes and a fogged conscience.

His motionlessness that persisted for longer than a second earned a stubborn nod from you, impatient for another kiss.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded in the same hushed, deep voice. At this point, you could feel the marks of his grip familiarizing themselves on your wrists.

“A kiss,” you finally mewl. He bites his lip, enticed by your docile nature.

Jungkook gives you a small smile and leans into you, your heart pumping louder in your ears in anticipation. He brings his lips to you, slowly, eyes scrutinizing every tell in your expression, until his mouth was just barely making contact with your yearning lips.

A small whine escapes your parted lips when he sways past your lips, only to plant a chaste kiss on your forehead. You feel a twitch against your thigh, the tent growing in Jungkook’s jeans hungry for some relief. His heart raced from the sight of you, but composed himself. He was determined to toy with you for longer.

“Not there,” you whined.

Jungkook grunted at your response, suddenly moving to get his weight off you, a hand still gripped around your wrists bringing them down until they rested on your lower stomach. Your eyes widened at the possible outcome in his sudden shift of position.

You merely watched as he placed chaste kisses on your neck, soft and slow, to your collar bone. He was moving lower and lower, grazing a free hand on your exposed thigh, creating goosebumps along the skin he brushed over.

A gasp escapes your throat when Jungkook, without hesitation, pushes your white tee up to expose your chest. You bite your lip, enjoying the sight before you. He kept glancing up to see your subtle reactions, exposing how affected you were by his small actions. He stared at the way your nipples stood, practically begging to be tasted.

He plants the same chaste kiss on your nipple, a devious tongue can’t help but slip out and lightly glide against it, eliciting another wincing moan from you. He smirks at the way your hips instinctively jut out towards him. The sudden feeling of his tongue on your breast causing your sensitive area to now drip in more lewd juices.

“Not there,” you repeat, still unable to form sentences any longer.

Jungkook only smiled to himself, looking back up at you again, with his hair brushed off his forehead. He paused before moving his lips lower again, planting a kiss above your belly button, causing you to squirm. You felt your pussy releasing a lewd nectar with every time his precious lips made contact with your warm skin. You shuddered at the thought of the moment when he’d find out just how much of an impact he made on you.

He trails his kisses down your stomach, small moans can’t help but roll off your tongue. He must have noticed that you had completely submitted yourself to the pleasure, because he had subtly released your wrists to reveal the red-tinged marks kissed upon them. He gripped either of your thighs, you realized he had positioned his head comfortably between your legs. You salivated at the sight, the way his hungry eyes looked up at you, fully aware of what he was about to do to you.

Jungkook turned his gaze to the plump triangle of the white satin fabric before him, a mere inch from his lips. His eyes inspected closely, salivating from the way the fabric clung to your heat due to the juices that persisted to drip out of your pussy. He could clearly see every fold, traced by the fabric, the view brought him to subconsciously lick his lips before biting down roughly on his bottom lip.

A minute rush of embarrassment rushed to the pit of your stomach, and your legs gestured to close, but he stopped you. He simply held them strongly in place, and pushed them even wider apart, bringing the embarrassing view even closer to him. Your pussy twitched from his effort in keeping your legs apart, his eyes burning into the cloaked heat. His eyes glinted with lust to see the material become just a slightest shade darker, becoming coated in more of your lewd juices.

Unable to hold back any longer, he kissed your inner thighs frantically, moving dangerously close to the covered sweetest space. Your small moans grew more fervent with his pace, and finally a louder moan bursts out of you when he hurriedly moves the fabric aside to ravenously attack the glossy folds that beckoned for his tongue.

Your fingers shakily reach out to his tousled hair, running your fingers through the soft brown locks as his tongue flattened against you, lapping at your pussy like some wolf in heat. You came undone under his tongue, body squirming uncontrollably, your legs threatening to close around him, but his strong grips on thighs would not allow it.

“Oh god, there,” you moaned, letting your head lean backwards against the couch, lids shut tightly with brows furrowed from the ecstasy. Your hips rolled against his tongue, and in reaction his hands slid up your thighs to your ass, where he sinks his fingers against the velvety smooth skin.

He kissed your pussy hungrily, unashamedly letting his mouth become coated in your nectar, burying his face between your legs. Your moans become staggered as your breath begins to catch in your throat. A familiar knot above your pelvis was painfully close to unraveling.

You suck in a small breath of air when you feel his tongue on your clit, rolling figure-eights along the swollen bundle of nerves. Your fingers ball into quaking fists in Jungkook’s hair, only further pushing him to quicken his pace. He knew you were close, and braced himself for his next calculated move.

Your furrowed brows and reddened cheeks said it all, and your body moved against his tongue, losing all restraint. He could hear the volume in your moans elevating, like some sex-driven uproar. His tongue persisted the quick pace, flat up and down against your soaking heat.

“Jungkook!” your moan of his name catches in your throat a split-second before you knew your mind would go completely blank.

And with that.

Jungkook’s tongue stopped moving completely. He refused to let you finish.

A rush of tormenting pleasure floods through you, rooted from your core. You felt as if your body clung at the edge of a cliff, unable to let go, restrained from the most satisfying relief. Tears welled in your eyes from the painful indulgence in being denied the ultimate gratification.

Your body shook underneath his grip, legs specifically wanting to thrash uncontrollably, and body begging to be touched.

“You fucking jerk,” you mewl in a most fragile tone, fists shakily relaxing against his hair. Deep down, you enjoyed every second of electrifying torture from the denial of your orgasm. A tinge of shame urged you to deny enjoying it at all.

“Aw poor baby,” Jungkook mocked you playfully before sitting up to position his hips against your pussy.

Your lust-driven state of mind snaps your attention back to him, greedy for his next move. You ogle over the sight of him pulling his shirt over his head, revealing the faint glisten of sweat on his muscles. Your ears ring from the sound of his zipper becoming undone, and your eyes immediately gaze from his face, panning slowly to see him slowly stroking his throbbing member. Your hands subconsciously reached weakly for him.

His flushed face, panting as he beheld the sight of your orgasm-deprived body before him, turned you on even more, if that was even possible.

He smirks at the way your hypnotized expression, moving forward until his face is in front of yours once again, an arm supporting himself above you. His other hand continued to slowly stroke his erection.

“I wonder if I can make it up to you,” he teased as his lips moved closer to yours like before, only to back away far enough to keep himself out of your reach.

You pouted and slung your arms over his neck to try and pull him towards you. Your strength was no match for his adamant form, and he only smiled cunningly at your troubled face.

You part your lips to possibly fight back, but a moan replaces whatever useless words might have been spoken. Jungkook had moved his hips ever so slightly forward so that his tip could slide against your dripping wet pussy. He continued to stroke, every stroke gliding his tip along your busy and pressing down slightly on your clit. He bites his lips at the way your pleasure-pained expression unfolded in front of him.

“Fuck,” you groaned as your hips grind against his tip, covered in both his pre-cum and your lubricious juices.

“Yes, you can.” your voice mewls in pure elation, your arms linger over his neck constantly trying to pull him to you, to no avail.

His hot breath hits your ear when he brings his lips to your ear, “Tell me how.”

Your eyes roll shut from the vibrations his deep voice sends through your ears. Your legs attempt to wrap themselves around Jungkook’s waist, pathetically too weak to even make him budge.

“Fuck me,” you admit.

“Fuck me until I come, please Jungkook,” you beg. You had moved your lips directly to his ear, and his cock throbs at the sound of your pleading.

“Please, Jungkook, I can’t wait anymore,” you continued to plead as your hips grind in want.

“Good girl,” Jungkook said pleased, before thrusting forward to ram his entire length inside of you. Your arms immediately wrap over his shoulders, fingers pining for somewhere to grab hold of.

His moans are instantly synchronized with yours as he pumps in and out of you with ease, the wet sloshing of your pussy shamelessly echoing through the room and through your ears. The sting in the way his hips would hit against yours only making the intensity of your moans increasingly insatiate.

The sensation of a knot begging to unravel in your core returned easily as he pounded in and out of you mercilessly. Your nails dug red into the muscles in his back, and mouth hung agape from the constant moans and panting, in attempt to keep oxygen flowing through your lungs.

You felt yourself tighten against him, his thrusts hindered for only a moment.

“If you tighten so much I can barely pull out,” Jungkook growled before reaching his hand to clasp around your neck.

Your eyes flutter up and shut from the way his grip began to take away your control in your breaths. You felt it. It was coming. As he choked you, you were about to come completely undone at his grasp.

Within a few powerful thrusts, Jungkook groaned and grinded his hips slowly in and out of you, relishing the sensation of your juices coating his cock as your pussy convulsed around him. Allowing you to ride out your orgasm, he keeps his hand wrapped around your neck, the lack of oxygen adding to the intensity of your climax. You shudder underneath him, nails dragging across his back.

In feeling the convulsions begin to stagger, he slowly loosens his grip around your throat, immediately letting out a loud moan after taking in a deep breath of air. Your back arched as your orgasm continued, pressing your breasts against his sweaty chest, he quickly moves to cup his lips around your nipple to add to the stimulation. You curse at the added pleasure, adding splashes of colour in your completely fogged out mind.

As you continued to jerk your body against him, Jungkook slips a hand between your bodies, to place two fingers against your clitoris, vigorously rubbing as you tensed completely against him. Your body thrashed in protest from the over-stimulation, as your legs extended, toes pointed as an orgasm instantly followed another. You cursed uncontrollably as your body entered a state of euphoria. He kept a steady pace in and out of your ravaged pussy.

“Fuck, Jungkook!” you managed to form real words somehow as you rode your fifth orgasm against him.

“Stop, please!” you pleaded as he continued to pierce through you with his hot enlarged member.

“You’re. going to. fucking. break me.” you moaned in between each thrust as your felt your mind unwinding to levels above cloud nine.

“I can’t stop,” He growled.

“You haven’t stopped tightening against me,” he moaned. “I’m about to fucking cum.”

His voice echoed through your head like the world’s sweetest fucking symphony. Your legs, though with very little strength remaining in them, wrapped around Jungkook once again.

“Fuck yes, please fill me up Jungkook,” you moaned with a raspy voice, slowly losing your voice from all the screaming and panting. Your head hadn’t wrapped around the fact that you were about to come harder than you had all night.

Hearing you beg for his cum inside you, and hearing his name moaned out once more by your sweet voice pushed him to the edge, and so he gripped your plump ass to pump in and out of your swollen pussy at an ungodly pace. You screamed his name, syllable by syllable, until you felt the first rush of his cum bursting into you. You came again instantly, your breathe hitching in your throat once again as you threw your head back, arching your back from the couch once again.

The volume of Jungkook’s moans gradually increased as he came, coming at as whines as he finished his release deep inside your insatiable pussy. Your ears had been filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and suddenly, the room was filled with a peaceful silence. He carefully pulled out of you with a lasting groan.

A silence with only the sound of each other’s heavy breaths. Jungkook released his grip on your ass, his hand prints leaving red marks on the soft skin, and leans to hold you.

Unable to help himself, he leans in to lock lips with you, folding his lips with yours clumsily. When he backs away from the kiss, still panting, he looks back into your eyes longingly. His hand reaches up to rest on your cheek, brushing his thumb across it.

“Remember this for next time,” he said calmly.

“Next time?” you spoke with your eyes still closed.

“Next time you want to treat me like a toy,” he said, a dangerously dominating tone remaining in his response.

Almost too drained to banter with him, you smile lightly and open your eyes slowly to meet his gaze.

“Only makes me want to tease you even more,” you managed to joke, though your mind floated.

“Kookie,” you teased.

As if at the snap of a cord, Jungkook pulls you into another kiss you and snakes his hand back down between your legs.

Incredibly sensitive, your body reflexively moves away from his touch.

“Call me that one more time,” he smiled as his hand chased your heat as you tried to jerk away from him. “I dare you.”

A/N:  Wow, I wrote that sex scene in literally 3 hours. I love when I get the urge to write when I have a shit ton of responsibilities for uni that I should be tending to. I hope you guys enjoyed this! Upvote if ya got horny? Kidding, but yeah leave a comment about your favourites, I like feedback because I’d like to know what effectively triggers the thirst yenno? Anyway, I need to go drown in some holy water now, bye~

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a/n: hello!! this fic is literally so overdue I cry, like,,,pre ball overdue. yikes. *goes to hide in my shell* but I honestly haven’t had a single ounce of motivation until yesterday where I churned more than half of this out. HOPEFULLY I get the remaining two fics out this week that I need to: another wesla and a brief james one. wish me luck my oc brethren. anywhoooo hope you enjoy this, twas a lot of fun to rp with my sustenance of life water. word count: 3919

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One.

“...Hazel was being surprisingly ridiculous, saying if I didn’t stop playing the same song she’d hide all my sheet music and cut the strings on my guitar to boot.”

Two.

“Which is a horrible threat! It’s a beautiful song and hard, why shouldn’t I practice it so much?”

Three.

“But sure, when the wonderful Prince of New Asia practices the same song over and over no one has a bad word to say about him.”

Four.

“Not that he’s a bad guy, he’s actually pretty decent. Little serious but that’s off topic. All I’m saying is that I deserve my rightful playing time without fear of anyone destroying my instruments.”

Fi—

“Hey!” My eyes zeroed in on the smug stable hand currently offering my horse a fifth sugar cube. “I see that! You know she already has too many.”

Wes smirked without even looking at me. “Has too many what? Sugar cubes? Is she collecting them now?” He looked up at Cleo. “You shouldn't be doing that girl. Don't become a hoarder.”

Smartass.

My expression fell flat, batting his hand away from her mouth. “You know what I mean.”

He chuckled. “I actually don't. Please enlighten me.” Translation: please indulge me. I humored him.

“Has too many. Eats too many in a day. Spoiled.” I patted Cleo’s side for emphasis, making the horse snort and shake her head as if protesting.

Wes bore an amused look I saw often whenever I joked or bothered him too long. I couldn’t figure out if it was a good or a bad thing. Did it matter?

“She’s not that spoiled,” he continued, looking over at Wyatt’s horse. “If anything Altivo is the most spoiled. The prince caves in more than I’d expect.” Altivo looked at us, almost as if he knew we were talking about him, chewing his food and huffing through his nose. “You need to stop,” Wes added, assuming he would get it. Instead Altivo neighed and Wes shook his head before giving Cleo another sugar cube.

I, on the other hand, eyed Altivo warily. “It's eerie how similar him and Wyatt are.”

“Does he also neigh a lot?” He patted Cleo’s nose.

I spared him a side glance. “Would it be surprising if I said yes?”

That earned a laugh. “You two argue too much. I’m not trusting you on this”

“He's the instigator,” I countered, lifting a shoulder. “And you should most definitely trust me.”

“Instigator, huh?” He flashed me one of his crooked grins. “It’s funny how you’re all very dramatic.” Our unspoken but agreed upon middle names.

I began to walk along a crack in the cement away from Wes, holding my arms out as if I was balancing on a tightrope. If I had turned around I would’ve seen a smile tugging at Wes’ lips in my direction before he turned back to the horse. “I'm not dramatic. That's Wyatt's area of expertise.”

“Yesterday you were complaining about how he ate the last cookie without asking anyone if they wanted it first.”

I reached the stable directly across Wes, turning around and resuming my balancing. “A very justifiable upset.”

“It was a cookie.” He gave me a serious glance, like his next addition would be a game changer. “Did you claim the cookie as yours?”

I paused then mumbled with a frown. “No. He should've politely offered regardless.” We were all surprisingly possessive of our desserts. Except maybe Hazel, though she seemed to be immune to most Schreave related traits.

Meanwhile Wes tried and failed to suppress a smile as he threw and caught an apple with his hand—amused by my denial. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind when I eat cookies with someone else next time.”

“An excellent takeaway,” I smirked, making my way back over to him.

He shook his head, moving onto the next stable and remarking what a journey having siblings would be. I asked if he ever wanted a brother or sister to which he readily replied yes, though wasn’t made possible due to his parents separating. Hearing more about the situation of his parent’s divorce and how it impeded upon him ever having any siblings... well, it made me more appreciative of mine. Technically, a divorce wasn’t exactly legal, but somehow he trusted me enough to tell the story of his family.

His mother’s family was of Twos. His father’s of Fours. Apparently, when his mother realized she wasn’t too satisfied with the different lifestyle her husband could give her as a Four, her parents acted quickly. Discreetly, they utilized power and money to help her end the unfortunate marriage they never quite agreed with.

I was quiet as I considered his story, touched he’d confided in me before stepping after him at a loose follow. “When did it all happen?” I quickly added in a fumble, “You—well, you don't have to say anything if I'm... being nosy.”

He smiled awkwardly as he fed the horse. “No, it’s alright. It was years ago.” A pause. “I was... ten. Or maybe eleven? I don’t really know since years tend to blend in with each other around that time.

“Part of me hoped things would never actually end on divorce—even when she claimed for the first time that she could actually do it. A year after it happened, I realized maybe I should be grateful for not having a sibling.” Wiping a hand on his stained jeans, he continued to bring out more hay for the horse. “It would’ve been a lot harder if I’d had a little kid with me during all that.”

I picked up a piece of hay, spinning it between two fingers. “Maybe it would've been a little nice too. Not necessarily easier, but someone going through the same thing.”

He frowned a bit to himself. “No because he would’ve been younger than me. It was hard enough at my age. I can’t imagine if I’d been younger. It might’ve been more confusing.” Turning to face me, he gave a sheepish smile. “I didn’t really mean to take our conversation down this road, I’m sorry. It’s really not that big a deal.”

I smiled a bit, sensing his need to change the subject and a feeling I was all too familiar with. I poked his shoulder with the hay. “Back to cookies and overdramatic siblings? Or the Selected's uncanny skills to be everywhere all at once?”

His smile turned soft at my words, looking half relieved and amused by them. A change from his crooked smile. I liked it.

The thought was ruined when he snatched the hay from my hand and stuck it between his teeth, reminding me of a picture perfect country boy surrounded by horses and stables. “How uncanny are these skills?”

I sighed simply. “Very. They're nice and all but they're so... present.” Scrunching my nose up, I reached down to a crate and handed him a couple apples to continue his feeding.

“Well they can’t be past.” His expression immediately revealed that he knew his joke was kind of the actual worst.

I blinked. “You're lucky you're good with horses.” Still, a smile tugged at my lips while he only sighed.

“Yes, they can’t tell how awful I am.” The white horse put his snout against Wes’s palm, silently asking for another carrot. His smile was relaxed as he obliged the horse, a typical feature when I took the time to really study him. There was something that seemed to put him at ease while he worked, no matter what it was. Peaceful. “They’d probably run away if they could understand all my sentences, however.”

“Why, do you reveal your deeply dark and personal secrets? A coveted stamp collection maybe?”

He snorted. “I don’t even know what coveted means.”

“Long desired, yearned for. Wanted.” My brows rose. “Do you have a stamp collection?”

“Stamps are expensive.”

I picked up another piece of hay, sticking it behind my ear. “Sad. I was hoping for some juicy gossip.” I stepped right up to—Bella? Ella?—and scratched her neck. “What has he told you, hm?”

It only took a moment’s glance to see his eyes roll. “Just so you know, I said run away because of my terrible jokes. Not anything else.”

“Which is exactly why I'm concerned for the animals. They can't take any more.”

He shot me a glare. “Luckily, they don’t get what we’re saying.”

I smirked. “Luckily.” Walking over to a large crate, I sat down and let my legs swing, adjusting the skirt of my dress around my legs. I brought my attention back up to him only to see he was watching me. He blinked.

“Your dress is going to get dirty.” Did it matter that much to him?

I looked down at the pale pink fabric once more before shrugging slightly. There were already dirt stains at the hem, what would a couple more do? “I don’t mind. I’ve done worse.”

“Oh, please do tell me one of your wild stories, Princess.”

“Fell into the pool sneaking back in, spilled melted chocolate at dinner, had wine poured all over me when I went out... The list goes on.”

His shock was admirably fake. “You‘ve snuck out of the palace before? What a rebel.”

“Aren’t I?” I intoned with a feigned proud smile, earning a laugh from him. Nice laugh too.

“What do you even do?” His dark eyebrows wiggled in his own goofy way. “Do you have a secret stamp collection?”

I nodded soberly, trying to recall my severely limited knowledge on stamps, of all things. “My first edition 1951 President Truman is my crowning jewel.”

“Uh... well, that’s nice?” Apparently I pulled it off well since he couldn’t tell if I meant it or not.

I laughed, swinging my feet. “I’m not a closet stamp collector, don’t worry.”

His hands raised in surrender. “I wouldn’t put it past you to get excited about stamps.” He had the oddest ideas about me.

“Seriously?” My brow rose, skeptical.

His eyes widened at my expression and he moved to hide behind the horse. “Maybe.”

“How on earth do I look like a closet stamp collector?” I stood and followed him, peeking over behind the horse with both my brows quirked up now. A smirk appeared as much as I could tell he tried to hide it, scurrying behind—Bella!—this time.

“Because you’re fancy like that.”

I kept up my pursuit after him, narrowing my eyes and only mildly offended. Did I really look that stuffy? “My fancy is not stamp collecting.”

He chuckled, feet quickening in his pursuit to get away from me. He knew me well enough by now. “How am I supposed to know?”

“It should be obvious.” I rounded the horse only to see he had rushed into the next stall.

“I don’t know about that,” he called back, “I kind of picture people that say “coveted” as stamp lovers.”

I scoffed to myself and stepped over to the wall separating us, gripping the top to glance over at him. “Then maybe I should start expanding your vocabulary.”

Another snort. “How would you suggest doing that exactly?”

“Today I teach you coveted. Next time I come it’ll be another word.” I lowered my face, allowing only my eyes and brows to be seen over the wall as I mirrored his previous action, wiggling my brows. “Exciting prospect, right?”

His eyes found their way over to me in the moment, narrowing as he stepped over to place some hay on my head. “Oh yeah, I can’t wait.”

I didn’t move for a moment, instead rolling my eyes. Although that small movement made one small strand fall onto my nose, triggering an excessively strong sneeze. A sneeze that made the rest of the hay fall around my face while I tried to bat it away, stumbling backwards into Bella’s side. In turn it made her bump me roughly back into the wall, my hand twisting at the sudden movement. I groaned and glared at Wes.

There I went again, embarrassing myself in front of him. “Thank you for all of that.”

What I failed to notice was that somewhere in my fumbling around the stall, Wes had moved closer to the wall to watch me in half amusement and slight concern. Except when my glare met his gaze, our faces were much closer than either of us realized. I watched as his breath caught, my stomach flipping that he was even more handsome up close. It only took a moment for him to snap out of whatever had happened, pulling away. I blinked.

“You sneeze too easily.” Pretending it didn’t happen? Encouraging. Though I couldn’t help a scowl at his comment.

“Because that’s something I can control.” I bent and gathered a fistful of hay, coming up to throw it all over him. Fine, we can both pretend we obviously weren’t looking at each other for a little too long.

His sharp gaze found mine again for a few seconds before smiling smugly. “See? No sneeze. It’s all about being aware and,” he pointed at his forehead, “Unagi.”

I could only stare in bewilderment. Did he seriously just… I hopped up on the wall stealthily—for once—the upper half of my body hanging off as I leaned over to smack his shoulder with a huff. “Wes!”

His laughter filled the stall as he took a step away. “What?!”

“You obviously watch way too much Friends,” I observed, climbing off and walking over to his stall.

“My dad “accidentally kept” some of mom’s inherited copies before she left. If she ever noticed, I have no idea.” A pause. “You should probably not pass that information to anyone.”

I stepped through the doorway, with the beginnings of a smile playing on my lips. “That you use Unagi on a regular basis?”

“I don’t use it on a regular basis. It just fit the situation.”

“Mm.” A pause of my own. “Then I guess you should start calling me Princess Consuela Banana Hammock.”

Wes didn’t hesitate as he burst out laughing, deep and hearty that I couldn’t help a soft chuckle of my own. “Yes, I’m the only one that watches Friends too often.”

“Hard not to.” I stepped up to the horse. Not just a horse. Altivo. Boo. “What about you? Crap Bag your new name?”

He raised both eyebrows. “Harsh words from Princess Consuela.”

I laughed. “Only going by the script. But I’ll forego that nickname in place of another, if you really can’t appreciate masterpiece that is Crap Bag.”

“I think the horse doesn’t appreciate being called that.”

I let out a small, feigned gasp of offense and went right up to Altivo’s face, looking him in the eye. “Never.”

Glancing back at Wes I saw his eyes roll, picking up some hay to feed Wyatt’s prized animal. “I’m done. Are you going to trail me as I go do my other chores or are you actually going to remember you have a meeting with the Queen and Mr. Hiddleston in…” He glanced at the clock I knew was behind me, smirking, “twenty minutes.”

My eyes widened. He hates when I’m late. “Shoot, I still need to change.” I began to rush out the stall before I remembered one very important thing. “Thank you,” I said with a wide smile, pointing at him. Turning around I continued my haste out of the stall, but not quick enough to miss the smile tugging at Wes’s lips as he watched me go.

“You’re welcome…”

I wondered what he meant when I heard a residual “shut up,” from him, though by then I was already halfway out the stables.

I’ll ask him tomorrow.

—————

several wes-filled days later

—————

My favorite stable hand didn’t see me coming.

From behind, the picture of him patting the horse’s neck and riding off into the horizon was downright tranquil. I perfectly imagined what I’d come to call Wes’s-perfect-relaxed-horse-smile he probably wore.

He, of course, didn’t expect me to come riding hard and fast on Cleo, a wide grin splitting across my face.

“On your left!”

He jumped as I sped past him, likely uttering a snide comment to his horse. I slowed down eventually, tugging on the reins to circle back towards him and call out, “Beautiful day isn’t it?” An innocent smile as I tucked a loose strand from my braid behind my ear.

He glared and called back. “You ruined it, princess.”

Cleo and I trotted to his side, a scoff from me. “Oh please, you probably needed the wake up call.”

He tsked. “You mean a heart attack? I think I would’ve lived without it.”

“Deny all you want but I bring such excitement to your life.”

“Oh joy, did you bring the dictionary today?” I chose to ignore his fake excitement.

“As a matter of fact I did,” I argued with a slight lift of my chin. “Word of the day: masquerade.” Some excitement broke through my expression, a small smile that he mirrored with a shake of his head.

“Have a mask yet?”

“Almost. Finishing touches.” Clicking my tongue at Cleo, I tugged the reins to face the same direction as Wes, calmly walking the palace grounds alongside him.

“Finishing touches? Such as?”

“Finding the right shade of ribbon. Plus the gold sparkles keep coming off and I’m afraid one of them is going to get in my eye and scratch my cornea.” I made a face, imagining wearing an eye patch instead of a beautiful mask for Ben’s birthday. Not a pretty picture.

He chuckled. “Seems like a lot of work to cover up your face when it doesn’t need it.”

I lifted a shoulder, the compliment completely going over my head. “I like getting dressed up from time to time. Plus it being Ben’s 21st makes it more fun.”

Wes mumbled something under his breath I couldn’t understand, the hint of a smile on his face before returning to his normal tone. “His Highness is getting old.”

A small laugh from me. “You aren’t too far off yourself.”

“Ah, but there’s a difference when you pass the 20’s. Ask him and he’ll tell you.”

“Because he’s so old and wise now.”

“You mock me now, but one day you’ll see I’m right and when you do, you will rue the day.”

I laughed shortly. “Dramatic, Unagi.”

“I don’t even remember what show that ones from... but it’s old.” Wes apparently was fond of old things.

“Rue the day? iCarly. Emmy worthy masterpiece.”

“I guess I’m just cursed to quote old comedies for the rest of my life.”

“Then maybe you’re actually the old one.” I spared him a side glance. An almost 20 year old isn’t that much older than me. Luckily.

Not that it mattered. In any significant, date worthy way. Not at all.

“Old soul. My dad’s fault.”

“I like it,” I stated honestly, focusing on the tree line ahead and smiling a bit to myself.

From the corner of my eye I saw him glimpse quickly in my direction before shaking his head, gaze also on the path in front. “So, do you think you’ll finally be too busy to come around here? Because of preparations.”

I frowned slightly. “I don’t think so. My mom’s taken most of it over, wanting it to be more special.” I looked at him with a wry smile. “Why, getting tired of me?”

I had been coming around the stables a lot more frequently since that fateful fall, but I never thought he minded. At least until now.

Wes laughed, though that didn’t do much to reassure me.  “No, not at all. I just meant…” He shook his head. “Nothing, it was just a joke.”

I paused, fiddling with the reins. I’d had too many experiences where people—including my own family—had only said what I wanted to hear to leave them in peace. I didn’t want the same from Wes if it came from some odd sense of duty for the royal family.

“If I really do interrupt your chores too much, I- well, I don’t have to come around as much.”

As much as the suggestion made my stomach turn, it was true nonetheless. I didn’t want any more pity friendships, especially from someone who seemed to be one of the most genuine people I’d ever met.

“What? No! I—” Wes stopped himself, focusing on his reins and only increasing my curiosity for what he wanted to say but didn’t. “I... I think it’s nice to have some company.”

I let out a barely audible sigh. Well, I guess that’s good enough for now. I nodded my agreement. “Even if your company includes princesses who talk too much and throw hay at you?”

His laugh was a bit nervous at that. “Oh, but those are the best kind of princesses.” Oh how I wished such a small phrase didn’t make me all giddy inside.

I chuckled softly, keeping my cool. “You might need to up your princess standards then.” Because putting myself down was the key to keeping my cool, apparently.

“I like my standards…” he said, a puzzled look in my direction before resuming his usual humor. “Funny, unagi-less, understands my references, terrible at lying—except when it’s a lie for herself—”

“Um, excuse me.” My eyes narrowed, forgetting any previous awareness of my growing crush on the stable hand. “I’m an excellent liar in all situations.” Ten seconds ago being a prime example.

“Oh yeah, totally. 100%.” He nodded, clearly not meaning it. I huffed out a breath, reaching across our horses to shove his shoulder.

“Hey! No pushing while on a horse. It’s dangerous.” An annoyingly smug look. “Rules apply to you too.”

“I think you can handle a shove from me,” I intoned dryly, resuming my grip on the reins.

Shaking his head with a chuckle, he pulled on the horse’s reins to gallop back into the stables we had come full circle back to. I followed him inside, dismounting Cleo once we came to a stop.

“What’s next on the ��Wes, get to work’ list?”

“That’s an awful list name. It sounds like you’re nagging at me.”

“‘Wes please finish your chores with a Friends episode on top?’”

A click of his tongue. “That’s not catchy enough.” Turning on his heel to face me, he smirked. “And I have to bathe some of the horses with the rest. I don’t think you’ll want to stay around.”

My nose wrinkled at my least favorite part of tending to the horses, one I never was fond of sticking around for. “Not particularly. I’ll clean Cleo up and be out of your hair.”

He laughed a bit then paused. “I’ll be done with that in a couple of hours if you want to come bug me again.” His tone was teasing, but I couldn’t help an encore of the flutter in my stomach that he actually liked having me around.

Still, I wasn’t going to let up my teasing any time soon, pursing my lips. “I’ll see what I can do.” I began to guide Cleo away by her reins, calling over my shoulder. “Be careful what you ask for!”

“Well, I asked for nothing!” he called back with a scoff, though I could hear a smile in his voice. A cute, crooked smile.

I simply wiggled my fingers in a wave and disappeared into Cleo’s stable, already planning the headache I would fake to sneak my way back here.