#my legs were burning a little bit after 20 minutes lmao

[arcane-strangeness]

peak gaming happening right here

[sunshineseung]

Little Secret // Changbin

🍄 | genre: smut mini-series  ☁️ | pairing: Seo Changbin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 2k 🌸 | includes: plot *yawn*, masturbation, fear of being caught, actually being caught, most of the hot and heavy stuff happens in the other parts lmao

☀️ | synopsis: Seo Changbin is your brother’s best friend. He comes over all the time, and you practically grew up together. If only you hadn’t gotten a crush on him. If only he knew how hard you had fallen for him.

🌊 | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Finale |

You and your brother had never been as close as your parents had hoped. Jisung was always loud and obnoxious, making friends everywhere he went and never looking back. You were much more comfortable by yourself, spending night after night alone while Jisung was out partying. Your shelf was full of books and fandom memorabilia while your brother’s shelf was covered in dust and toy robots from his youth he refused to get rid of. His GTA V poster covered the wall next to his bed while the only decoration in your room was the fairy lights and fake vines around the perimeter of your walls. These fundamental differences pushed you away from your brother, and after several years, you turned more into a punchline for Jisung to discussed jokingly with his friends while he was just the annoying older brother you’d wished would move out.

As much as you wanted to leave home and go to a prestigious college, your parents insisted you go to the same local college as Jisung for at least a year “just to try it out,” a.k.a they didn’t have enough money to send you away, which was reasonable. You and your brother, still under the same roof, fought to no end over the smallest things: loud music, messy bathroom, eating each other’s leftovers. Just about anything was fair game when the light-hearted hatred was so tense.

There was one bright side, though. Since Jisung entered Kindergarten, he was close to a boy named Changbin. You grew up with Changbin at your house, and even when your family moved 20 minutes away from him, he would always be there. There was nothing separating Jisung and Changbin. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have the slightest crush on Changbin. While Jisung was only one year older than you, Changbin was two years older, and that initially intimidated you. His intimidating and off putting nature is what drew you in, but his glowing smile and gorgeous face only made you fall harder. You couldn’t explain your feelings for Changbin when you were in middle school, and even now, it was hard to describe the overwhelming nervousness that overcomes you when you’re in his vicinity. As high school went on, you knew you couldn’t be with him, but while you had your head in books throughout high school, Changbin was going to his college’s gym. His smile was one thing, and that was good for a middle school crush, but his insane arm and chest muscles send you through the moon in high school, and the image of Changbin shirtless at your neighborhood pool has been etched in your brain since your junior year of high school.

But now you’re in college. You’re a greasy little freshman while Changbin is a worn-out junior. There’s no way in hell you can shoot your shot, even if you’re both adults. And to make things even more impossible, Jisung would never allow his best friend to date his little sister. That would ruin him.

As improbable as it was, you still loved to fantasize about Changbin, spending most of your time alone daydreaming about his sculpted body above yours, praising you and making you feel like the only girl in the world.

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“Sis, could you put on some actual clothes, jeez.” Jisung covered his eyes dramatically as you entered the kitchen in your very appropriate shorts and tee shirt. You rolled your eyes and scoffed at him, punching him in the shoulder lightly. 

“Changbin’s been coming over for how long? It’s fine.” Your response sounded steady, but your mind was buzzing. You didn’t know Changbin was coming over! Why are you never told about these things?! At this point, you should have assumed given it was a Friday night, but you’d still like some warning. 

“Just because he’s used to it doesn’t mean he should be subjected to it!” Jisung went into the living room, arguing with you under his breath. Another stupid mini-fight for a stupid reason. 

If anything, the information that Changbin was coming over would have only prompted you further to wear shorts and a thin tee shirt with no bra. As shy as you usually were, you still had the inexplicable want to be noticed by Changbin, even for a moment. Unfortunately, your brother adamantly tried to hide you from his friend, probably knowing Changbin always gets what he wants.

Jisung always babied you infront of Changbin, so you usually just stay in your room to protect yourself, and you’re sure Jisung would prefer that. Your parents worked late nights attempting to pay for their children’s college tuition, so when they came home well after midnight, they’d go straight to bed, uncaring for their adult children’s wearabouts. This gave Jisung the perfect opportunity to be as loud as he wanted in the living room, whether it was with a girl or one of his friends. 

Tonight was going to be one of those loud nights, but that was nothing new. You always had a surefire way to fall asleep, regardless of the chatter going on downstairs.

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It was midnight. Why was he still here? You wanted to sleep more than anything, but the ruckus of your brother and his best friend chatting loudly downstairs prevented you from getting any sort of shuteye. 

However, the only thing that can help you sleep is Changbin, or at least the thought of him. You reached to your bedside drawer and pulled out your bullet vibrator. If anything was going to help you sleep, it was an orgasm while imagining Changbin railing you like you’ve always wanted him to do since high school.

Although you hated to admit it, your thoughts of Changbin had been drifting towards the smuttier side since those days at the pool. All you could think about to get yourself off was Changbin, and no amount of other casual romantic partners could satiate your burning desire for Seo Changbin to fuck you on every surface in the house, including in your brother’s room while he was away. Every time you’d overhear Changbin talking about a new girl or his plentiful sex life, your face would flush red and you would wish that one day, he’d talk about you, but maybe not to Jisung. That would be too weird. 

You undressed lazily, tossing your shirt and shorts onto the ground. You hesitated to take your underwear off, but there was no way you could properly get off with them on. Your panties joined the pile of clothes on the floor, and you spread your legs, tracing your fingers through your own heat, spreading your wetness across your holds. Your free hand eases the cold vibrator onto your clit, pressing the button at the top to turn it on. You bucked your hips into the toy, shutting your eyes and pretending that it’s Changbin holding it onto you, teasing you gently with every movement. His voice from downstairs echoed to your room, and the more you imagined his voice whispering the dirtiest sweet nothings into your ear, the closer you got to release.

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This was just supposed to be a fun little game of truth or dare, a common occurrence between Changbin and Jisung. Truth or dare was their way to let their feelings out and have a bit of fun. Before suggesting a movie, Jisung offered his friend one last truth or dare.

“Dare.” Changbin crosses his arms, waiting for Jisung to respond to his response. 

After a moment, Jisung’s face contorted into a smile like that of the Grinch before he stole Christmas. Changbin knew nothing good could come from that expression, but nevertheless, he was interested in what awful, terrible, no good idea his friend had come up with. 

“I dare you to go upstairs and scare my sister.”

“That’s it?” Changbin was beyond confused. He’d thought Jisung had come up with a dare so evil, so vile, so wicked, that only the devil himself could come up with it, but to be fair, Jisung could easily have been more sinful than the devil. 

“That’s it!” Jisung clapped his hands together in seeming victory. “Sneak up those stairs, go to the second room on the right, barge in, and give my good little sister a good little scare.” Jisung wasn’t letting go of his smirk. He still looked sinister, even after explaining such a boring, and honestly disappointing, dare. Changbin sighed, shrugged, and stood up from his seat, but before he could turn around, Jisung had one last thing to say: “Don’t take too long up there! I want to finish this movie.”

Changbin rolled his eyes and trudged on, tip-toeing up the stairs so you didn’t even hear him coming. Jisung was vibrating with giddiness, but Changbin couldn’t see. All he saw was the door to your room, looking more menacing than ever before. It’s such a lighthearted prank, why was Changbin so scared now? He reached for the doorknob, turned it quietly, and pushed the door open as fast as possible. 

His first scream was that of a shitty jump scare in a horror movie, but his second scream was that of terror with a high-pitched tone. Nothing could have prepared him to see you, his best friend’s sister, a freshman at the college he was a junior in, with a vibrator pressed against your nether region. You were totally naked aside from your shirt that was pushed up over your tits. The sight made his body go pale, and he felt his soul leave his body. He didn’t run away; he was just frozen, but you hardly would have noticed him if it hadn’t been for his stereotypically girly scream. You threw your duvet over yourself, wrapping yourself up like a burrito. 

“What the fuck, Changbin?” You raised your voice slightly, hardly able to yell since your voice was hoarse from the orgasm you’d just been denied by the rude interruption. Changbin couldn’t speak. He couldn’t even think, let alone defend himself. He stood in your doorway, eyes blown out, hand practically glued to the door handle. Jisung’s manic laughing can be heard from downstairs, but both your mind and Changbin’s were too fuzzy to tune in, although your minds were fuzzy for differing reasons.

Changbin let go of the handle and shut the door behind him. You squirm under your blanket burrito, adjusting yourself and getting ready for an attack from Changbin, but he doesn’t come near you. His back hits the door, and he holds his chest where his heart is. Once he calms down for a moment, he’s finally ready to speak.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” He takes a step towards you, but you lean back, scared of what he’s going to do to you. “Jisung dared me to scare you, and I- I didn’t know you were up here… doing that. I-”

“Changbin,” you cut him off, “just get out.” 

He doesn’t move. He collects his thoughts one last time and takes another step closer to your bed. “Did you finish?”

“Changbin!” Your vocal cords had healed since being hoarse just seconds ago, and you were finally able to fully raise your voice.

“I’m gonna go back downstairs, but when that movie’s over, text me.” Fuck, you forgot you had his number. “I want to make it up to you.” 

You’re beyond hesitant, but after a minute, you nod, and Changbin leaves your room without a word. 

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An hour passes, and you reach over to your nightstand and grab your phone. Your messenger app stays open on the window with the empty text screen under Changbin’s contact. Ow, this is hurting your brain to think about. How could you ever get over yourself for fucking your brother’s friend, let alone the friend that’s watched you grow up. This was a mistake. Turn back now. Don’t text him, don’t text him, don’t text him.

Fuck it.

Your fingers fluttered over the screen, repeatedly typing and deleting the same message until it was perfect.

Is the movie over?

The ellipsis text bubble appears in the corner and your heart drops. You know your face is bright red, but you can’t help be excited while simultaneously feeling terrified.

The movie ended 10 minutes ago. You ready for me, princess?

No no no no no no no no

Ready when you are ;)

Oh my god oh my god oh my god

Come out to my car. I want to take you to my apartment so your brother can’t hear us.

No turning back now.

[waithyuck]

best friends give each other head (?)

pairing: lee donghyuck/haechan x reader (f)

genre: smut and there’s barely a plot lmao, no backstory no nothin

word count: 3.4k

warnings: female reader, oral sex (m & f receiving), swearing/explicit language, unprotected sex, best friend!hyuck, best friends to ???? idk man, hyuck is soft but also cocky so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, also ig dom!hyuck sorry for all you sub!hyuck enthusiasts out there I’ll write one for ya eventually

a/n: Ik this trope has been done a lot but this is for raya ( @gohyuck ) bc we’re both thirsty hoes,,,,,also I’ve never actually ever sucked a dick so like sorry for any inaccuracies 😬 I was excited ab this so it isn’t proof read sorry in advance lmao

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“would you teach me how to suck a dick if I gave you 20 bucks?” you blurted out, your face already feeling hot as you stood at the kitchen counter with your best friend, lee donghyuck. he immediately froze, his hands completely ceasing as he slowly lowers the knife he was using to spread cream cheese on his bagel. you bit your lip anxiously, taking a small step back when his head ever so slowly turned in your direction, his eyes meeting your gaze.

“you–I–what??” he questioned exasperated, a dusty pink hue gracing his cheeks as his eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. you both stared at each other, his mouth agape as you tried to calm your racing heart enough so that you could speak.

“look, I’ve never sucked a dick before and I want to learn—“

“you want to suck my dick?” he cut you off, dropping the knife onto the counter with a loud clatter. he looked at you like you were insane, which didn’t help your already unconfident demeanor. you sighed, your hand going up to pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration.

“No–well yes, I guess.” you pondered over the idea, “I just want to learn in case future adventures with dudes come into play!” you tried to explain, your arms now wildly gesticulating in the air giving away how nervous you actually were. that, and how your voice was coming out extra pitchy and how your words jumbled together as you spoke too quickly gave him insight into how you actually felt in the moment.

he stepped a little closer to you, his eyes narrowing and looking at you up and down in a scrutinizing way. you gulped as he watched you, your hands wringing together. he hummed deeply, the noise coming from within his chest making your legs instinctively squeeze together. you cursed yourself in that moment, screaming at yourself internally for finding your best friend attractive.

“so you’ve really never given anyone a blowjob?” hyuck asked, his head tilting to the side causing his hair to fall over his eyes. “that’s kinda surprising.”

your eyes widened, your cheeks on fire as your jaw dropped to the floor. “I mean,” he continued, his hand coming up to press his thumb against your bottom lip, trailing it across the flesh as you screamed internally. “you’re so pretty, I assumed guys were just dying to shove their cocks down your throat.” he chuckled to himself at the way you were reacting, taking pride in how much you were affected by the smallest touches.

you stood there shocked for a second, allowing his touch to poison your mind. after a minute you finally snapped yourself out of it, shoving his arm away from you and then pushing his shoulders back in anger.

“stop fucking with me, lee donghyuck.” you seethed, embarrassed and agitated. “just say no if you don’t want to.” you rolled your eyes at him and made your way to step around him to leave and hide in your room, but before you could get far his hand caught your waist and pulled you back.

“I’m not saying no,” he murmured lowly, his arms wrapping fully around you and pulling your back to rest up against his front. “it’s not everyday that my beautiful best friend offers to suck me off.”

your hand clutched his forearm shakily as he whispered in your ear, his words barely registering in your brain. nerves were flowing through your veins, causing your fingers to feel cold and your bones to chill. you didn’t reply, as you didn’t trust you voice to come out as steady as you would like. he obviously caught on to your nervousness, laughing lowly in your ear.

“what happened to all that confidence you had, y/n?” he teased, kissing the skin right below your ear. “is a couple of lewd words all it takes to get you flustered?”

you sputtered at his words, failing to find the right things to say in reply. what were you even supposed to say to that anyway? if you lied and told him no, he would definitely call your bluff, as it was pretty obvious how much you were affected. if you told him yes, you would probably feel further embarrassed and just want to dive down into a deep hole and never come back out.

you stared blankly down at the floor below you, your lip trembling as you let your tongue out to trail across them. hyuck suddenly let go of you, moving away and walking out of the kitchen to situate himself on the sofa located in the living room. you absentmindedly followed him, your feet shuffling slowly to a stop as you watched him from the doorway. he sat down heavily, spreading his long legs wide. the gray sweatpants he wore had you practically drooling, and you brought a hand up to your lips just to make sure you weren’t.

he turned his head to look at you, hid eyes hooded and he lazily pointed to the spot on the floor between his legs.

“come here.” he demanded, the deep tone of his voice causing your knees to weaken. you hobbled over to him on shaky legs, reaching your destination and lowering yourself to your knees between his thighs. he watched your every move like a predator, a look you have never seen in the years you have been friends with donghyuck. you shivered, a tingly pleasurable feeling running up your spine caused by his hungry and wandering eyes.

when your knees finally touched the carpeted floor, hyuck leaned forward, his fingers gently capturing your chin and forcing you to look at him. his eyes bore into yours before you watched them trail down your face to settle on your slightly parted lips. you watched him with doe eyes, looking innocent while in such a compromised position.

“Are you absolutely sure you wanna do this, y/n?” he asked you sincerely, his eyes never leaving your lips. you only nodded before breaking out of his hold, leaning up to grip the band of his sweatpants. he allowed you to pull them down and off of him, his body leaning back and his hips lifting up to make it easier for you.

you were surprised to see that he had no boxers on, the heat inside you ever growing at the sight of his pretty cock. he smirked down at you, his hand reaching down to stroke himself for you.

“w-wait, I wanna do it,” you stuttered, your hands moving to slap his own away. he hummed at you, watching as your fingers wrapped around him and began shyly working him up and down. hyuck cursed at the feeling of your warm hand around him, causing your confidence to build. you rubbed him a little faster, your grip growing a little tighter as you went on, his low groans spurring you on.

in no time at all he was completely hard, his cock standing proud in your hold. your mouth watered at the sight, and you wanted to dive in as soon as possible. you licked your lips anxiously, looking up at him for further instructions. he smiled down at you, his hand coming to rest on the top of your head. “Relax” he murmured, “just put your mouth on it and go with the flow.”

“wow hyuck, you’re such a great teacher.” you commented sarcastically, rolling your eyes. you weren’t expecting his hand to move down to lightly slap your cheek, and you squeaked at the suddenness of it.

“better check that attitude, baby,” his hand went back to your head, this time guiding you toward his dick with slight force. “you asked for this, remember?” you let your lips brush against his head, trying to think of everything you’ve read about blowjobs in the past. “I never said i was a good teacher.” after that comment he finally shut up, allowing you to collect your thoughts and press soft kisses up and down his length.

you didn’t tease for too long, recalling something you read about some people not liking it very much, and finally started suckling on the head of his cock. his head fell back against the couch, his hair splaying out every which way beautifully behind him.

you looked up at him, his eyes hooded as they peered down at you, your mouth finally opening to take in his cock, carefully, you made sure not to use your teeth, and you took as much as you could into your mouth, only stopping when your throat protested. your throat constricted slightly and his hips bucked into your mouth, causing his cockhead to ram itself down your throat and you gagged violently. you pulled back a little, tears springing to your eyes as your throat burned, your sputtering causing hyuck to pull you off of him completely.

‘fuck, I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry,” he spoke softly, his thumb coming up to wipe your stray tears away. you tried to ignore the name he called you, but you felt your heart jump not matter how hard you tried to will it not to. drool was already running down your chin and you were sure you looked pathetic sitting there on your knees in front of him, not being able to take his cock. “are you okay?”

you nodded, just then noticing the sudden ache in your core. it wasn’t there until he rammed his cock into your throat, which made you slightly nervous at the insinuation that you enjoyed choking on him.

he gently stroked your cheek, watching you carefully as you got your breathing back to normal. determined, you fixed your posture and pushed his hand off your face, moving to take his dick into your mouth once again. he didn’t stop you, allowing you to take him into your throat. you made sure you relaxed your muscles this time, breathing evenly through your nose as you began to bob your head. you felt the sudden presence of both of his hands finding your head, lightly caressing you as you blew him. from the sounds you could hear coming from deep within his chest, you could infer that you were doing a pretty good job so far.

“oh god, so good baby,” he moaned out, spurring you on to go a little faster and take him a litter deeper. “fuck! are you sure you’ve never done this before?” he questioned, his voice coming out breathy as he whined in pleasure. you just kept looking at him, your eyes glassy with tears as you forced him down your throat, being careful not to gag around the thickness of him.

he kept whining, his voice raising a few octaves when you experimentally kneaded his balls, and before you could go any further he shoved your head away, his cock falling from your mouth and causing a mess of spit to spill past your lips. looking up at him with a curious look, you wiped your mouth with the back of you hand.

“what the hell? I wanna make you cum!” you whined, embarrassed at the sound of your own confession. he was breathing heavily, his cock angry and flushed red, desperate to cum.

“I wanna taste you first,” he blurted, his hands already reaching to grip your arms and pull you up off of your knees. he shifted so that you could lay on your back on the cushions, and he pushed you down almost aggressively. you yelped, but didn’t fight him as he laid you down the way he wanted to. “...please?”

and how could you say no to him when he asked so very nicely? you let a small “okay” slip out of your mouth, your arms coming up to cover your face as he worked on getting your shorts and panties off. you peeked to see that he was now completely naked, his shirt discarded somewhere across the room.

donghyuck spread you thighs apart and was pleasantly surprised to see how wet you were already, smirking to himself at how much you were affected when you were sucking his cock. you whimpered embarrassingly as he stared at your soaked pussy, hunger present in his eyes as he licked his lips. he hands pinned your thighs down as he dove in earnestly, not wasting any time.

his tongue dipped into your hole before licking a stripe up your slit, brushing along your clit and causing your stomach muscles to spasm. he worked your clit with his mouth, licking and sucking like it was his job.

you squirmed in his hold, your little noises of pleasure reaching his ears and egging him on, determined to make you cum as hard as you could.

your hands flew to his long light brown locks, fisting them and tugging when he nipped your sensitive bud. he groaned at the painful pleasure caused by your pulling, his cock twitching in response. you were biting your lip, definitely causing permanent indentations with how hard you were holding it between your teeth. you couldn’t hold back your sounds, loud moans filling the air as his ministrations brought you closer and closer to release. you never thought about it before, but you never would have guessed hyuck was this good at eating pussy.

he slowly inserted two fingers into your core, causing your walls to experimentally clench. you practically yelled out at the added sensation of being filled, your sounds turning into pleas.

“please hyuck,” you whimpered, pulling his hair to lift his head to look at you, his eyes finding yours while his tongue laid flat on your clit. “please fuck me, please,” you were almost crying at this point, desperately wanting to be filled by the same cock you had been blowing not too long ago. you felt pitiful, begging to be fucked liked this by your best friend, but you were too far gone to stop now, and in too deep to care.

within seconds he sped up his fingers, sucking even harder on your clit as you thrashed below him. you couldn’t even collect yourself before your orgasm hit, rippling in waves as you clenched around his sopping fingers. he continued to eat you out as you rode your orgasm, only stopping when you tugged on his hair again.

he pulled his head back, his fingers slipping out of you. he brought said fingers to his mouth, lewdly sucking your juices off of them as he maintained eye contact with you.

“get up,” he demanded, pulling your body from the couch and helping you gain your balance on your noticeably trembling legs. you whined, your brain still foggy from the orgasm he gave you with his mouth. he softly shushed you, helping you to the end of the couch before he pressed you down to bend over the arm of it. you yelped in surprise, but nonetheless let your body become pliant as he positioned your body the way he wanted.

“It's okay baby,” he mouthed against the back of your neck, his chest hovering over your back now. “ i'm gonna give you my cock.” he spoke softly, running his hands up and down your sides in an attempt to calm you as you squirmed aimlessly, desperate for him to fill you up.

you absentmindedly wigged your hips against him, your behind brushing against his extremely hard and dripping cock. he groaned at the friction, sinking his teeth ever so slightly into your skin. he pulled himself up, and before you could complain at the loss of his warmth, you felt his hand come down on your ass. you squealed and heard him laugh as he kneaded the flesh, soothing the pain.

“you want it so bad, don't you, y/n?” they way he said your name was sinful, and the most you could do was frantically nod and whine out several slurred versions of the word ‘yes’. he didn’t make you wait much longer, and you sighed happily once you felt the blunt head of his cock push and pull through your folds, effectively being covered in your excessive wetness.

he swiftly entered you, giving you absolutely no time to get accustomed to his size before he started drilling into you, his hips slapping obscenely against your ass with each harsh thrust. your voice cried out gutterly with each movement he made, your throat feeling raw from the way you were screaming. your walls were sensitive from your previous orgasm, which made the scrape of his dick against them painfully pleasurable. It was almost too much, but you took every inch of him like a good girl just like he wanted.

his hands were gripping your hips, pulling your body back onto his cock with every drive of it inside you. the blunt edges of his nails were piercing your skin, for sure causing you to bleed. you were definitely too far gone now to care; your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as drool dripped down your bottom lip.

the two of you didn’t say much to each other, but you were very far from being silent. mixed with your airy cries were his deeper grunts and moans, and with every one that reached your ears your pussy involuntarily clenched, causing his noises to come out even louder for your listening pleasure.

he suddenly bent forward, his chest coming down to rest against your back once again as he slowed down and grinded his cock into you. he was so deep inside you, the tip of him was brushing against that sweet spot, making your walls flutter around him happily.

he nudged his head against the side of yours, his lips coming down to kiss your cheek sweetly, a complete contrast to the way he was fucking you mere seconds ago. you weakly opened your eyes to look at him, your eyes moving all the way to the side to meet his own. hyuck groaned as your pussy clenched once more around him, looking directly into your watery eyes as his soft breath hit your face. surprising yourself, you desperately leaned forward and took his lips against yours, kissing him passionately as his cock still worked inside you. as he kissed you back, you felt his fingers slide to your clit, your body jumping in his hold as he began playing with the sensitive nub. his tongue invaded your mouth first, toying with your own playfully before pulling away entirely, leaving you wanting more.

he was getting close, you could tell. his hips pinned yours against the couch with each powerful grind. he positioned his arms on either side of you, using the leverage to thrust into you once again. your clit was abandoned, but the way he pounded you still had your orgasm dancing on the edge of breaking. his thrusts became sloppy and aggressive, his breathing ragged and small whines leaving him as he worked hard to chase his release. you squeaked at the sensation, and before you knew it you were being thrown over the edge for the second time.

the white, hot pleasure enveloped your entire body, your mind going numb as your pussy spasmed hard, causing donghyuck to seize up on top of you and spill his scorching cum inside you. you barely registered the feeling of his cum splattering against your walls, flowing deep. as you came down from your high, your body felt weak and your chest heaved from the effort of the orgasm you experienced. hyuck collapsed against your back, effectively crushing you against the arm of the couch. you grumbled underneath him, squirming but then immediately regretted it as it caused his cock to move against your sensitive walls. to make matters worse, his hips involuntarily bucked into you, causing you to hiss at the overstimulation and you heard him yelp as well.

hyuck gently kissed your shoulder before pulling out of you, his cum almost immediately following, dripping down onto your already soaked thighs. he helped you clean yourself up and was kind enough not to laugh as you limped to sit comfortably on the cushions of the sofa. He joined you, and you both sat together, breathing softly in each other’s company.

“so uh,” hyuck started, his eyes looking over at you and trying not to admire the way you were glowing in the soft light of the room. “do i still get that 20 bucks or…?”

he didn't have enough time to escape before you leaned over and started whacking his shoulder, his giggles sounding off loudly across the room. donghyuck may not have gotten $20 from you, but he was sure he would get to have you and call you his from now on.

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[jeonjeonggukenergy]

Anti-Hero

summary ~ in search of wine at a party that’s so not your scene, you run into jungkook, the weeb from your film class, and become determined to learn just how much he lives up to his big reputation.

pairing ~ jungkook x reader

genre ~ fluff, smut - college!au

wordcount ~ 8.5k

warnings ~ 18+ only! smut, explicit discussion of kinks/sexual preferences (yay healthy communication), dom/sub undertones during both discussion and sex (dom Jungkook, sub reader), mentions of daddy kink and degradation but both are a no, marking, biting, hair pulling, spanking, they both have a srs pain kink lmao, brief oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, creampie

a/n ~ SO excited to finally have this chapter out for yall! it’s a huge one and i’ve been working on it for quite a while, this includes the first full smut scene for this fic and i would love to know how yall like it or any other feedback. i really enjoyed writing the character development in this chapter too! they’re so cute and whipped for each other already hhhhhh. thank you so much for loving this story so far, i’m really looking forward to writing the rest. hope you enjoy! ❣️

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CHAPTER 3 ~ particular, perfect

You concluded your walk home by ditching your shoes at the door, swinging your bag off your shoulders to the floor, and plopping down onto the couch immediately. Pulling all three nearby blankets over yourself, you realized you still weren't quite comfortable. You looked around for a second, puzzled, until an absentminded clutch of your boobs reminded you why. Triumphantly, you reached into a sleeve to untangle your bra and chucked it across the room with a deep stretch of relief. Okay, time to overthink again.

Jungkook? What the fuck?

Wait. A bag of chips on the kitchen counter caught your eye before you could descend any further into panic. The perfect emotional crutch. You clutched it to your chest like a safeguard against your own internal monologue, anxiously shoving handful after handful into your mouth. After about thirty minutes spent motionless on the couch with one hand shoved in the chip bag and the other distractedly scrolling through Twitter, your eyes suddenly widened and your hand froze, dropping your next bite of chips back into the bag. Fuck. You had just eaten nearly an entire family-size bag of chips before what could end up being your first fuck in over a year. Well, maybe this was part of why you hadn't gotten fucked in over a year. No, don't go there. You shoved down your own insecurity, knowing you'd just been too busy for a relationship and honestly, probably still were. But that wasn't going to stop you today.

You shook the chip dust off of your hands and got up to head to the shower, turning up your trashiest throwback playlist of getting-ready bops and resolving to at least shave your legs. Going in with no expectations was probably the best strategy here, but it never hurt to be prepared.

~

Having cleaned his apartment in record time, Jungkook was now at the gym. After triple-checking that his roommate Jin would be in rehearsal until 10pm at the earliest, he quickly scanned all the common spaces and his bedroom and realized he didn't actually have that much work to do besides politely closing the door to Jin's still-decent-but-somewhat-messier room. To be honest, Jungkook had mainly bought himself the time after class so he could shave just in case. But then he figured if he had to shower, he might as well hit the gym first. So here he was, burning off an unprecedented amount of nervous energy. Settling comfortably into the leg curl machine, he turned his music up and started on a low weight to put in reps until his thighs burned and his head felt pleasantly empty.

After completing his normal leg day rotation and dutifully stretching, Jungkook prepared to head home. He walked out of the gym feeling more energized and centered, barely even flinching when he switched his AirPods off to say bye to the nice girl at the front desk and the action accidentally blasted "Whistle" by Flo Rida from his phone speaker for the whole lobby to hear. As he walked back into his apartment, the kitchen clock let him know it was only 4:30. He had plenty of time. Jungkook hopped straight into the shower, shampooing his hair, shaving everywhere he normally did, and savoring several extra moments to relax his muscles under the hot stream of water. Finally, he toweled off to wrap up in the black t-shirt and cozy matching sweatpants he'd carefully stacked on the counter. Offhandedly singing to himself in the steamy mirror, he checked the time on his phone, deciding he might as well go ahead and text you before he got nervous again and did something stupid. Like chickening out completely.

hey its jk! im ready when u are :) my apt is 344 glencoe rd #1521 (yes its on the 15th floor sry D: )

His charming old-school smileys lit up your phone while you still had a leg perched on the bathtub's edge.

"Fuck!" you reacted. The hiss resounded, thanks to the too-good acoustics of your cramped bathroom. Your razor clattering to the floor, you paused your max-volume 2000s music to check the message, and then the time. Only 5! That wasn't dinnertime yet. Plugging his address into Google Maps, though, you realized it was a 15- to 20-minute drive from yours on the opposite end of campus. Even if you got ready at light-speed, you would get there closer to 5:30. Which was a bit more reasonable. He was being reasonable! You should be ready by now!

You leaned over to pick up your razor and cursed again as the water stream grazed the blouse you'd left on out of laziness. You'd showered this morning, so there was no need to repeat that with your shave, but now you'd have to change outfits completely. Feeling like an idiot, naked from the waist down but now all the way wet, you peeled the shirt over your head slowly to preserve your good hair day and glanced down at the dilemma you'd been facing. The patch of hair between your legs stared back at you like the final boss of stupid societal beauty standards. You'd only shaved down there once, as an anniversary present for your first boyfriend the summer before college, and it had been a fun, smooth novelty for about two hours and then itchy, red, gross-looking, and miserable for about three weeks. Also, it had kind of made you feel like a little girl, which creeped you out when you thought about why guys would prefer it. You'd been debating whether to try it again for the past fifteen minutes, because if there was ever a right time, this was probably it. But now you didn't have time, if you were going to be respectful and not keep Jungkook waiting. Well, this was the real you. He could take it or leave it.

Slathering a quick coat of lotion over your freshly shaved legs, you prepared to get dressed in a soft pastel sweatshirt and a flattering pair of workout shorts. Wait, should you wear lingerie? Was that too try-hard? You didn't really even need to wear underwear with these lined shorts, which could be a cool-girl move, you supposed. You settled on a cute white sports bra to go with the shorts, not wanting to deal with a real bra and hoping it still appealed to Jungkook's casual, athletic style. You checked yourself in the mirror briefly before grabbing your bag, confirming you looked chill enough but still felt like your best color-coordinated self. Heading out, you shoved a tin of chrysanthemum green tea in your water bottle pocket. Why not?

~

You whizzed over to Jungkook's apartment, yelling along to "Sex With Me" by Rihanna from your throwback playlist to hype you up in the car. When you knocked on his door after a nerve-wrackingly long elevator ride, Jungkook welcomed you with a "C'mon in!" amidst a mouthful of shrimp chips.

"It's not really dinnertime yet," (yeah, no kidding, you thought) "I went ahead and worked out but it's still kind of early, so I figured we could just have a snack and do the homework first."

"Sounds good," you affirmed. "I'm not really that hungry," (read: there's no way I can eat chips AGAIN right now, I'm going to bloat so badly) "but I brought tea so I can go ahead and make that if you want some too!"

"Oh cool, thanks!" Jungkook accepted. "Are you sure you're not hungry though?"

You almost gave into his sweet pout, but managed to convince him, and soon you both sat at the table with laptops open and twin cups of tea. You had a blast working together for the first time, acting out your "conversation" for the discussion board and pretending to respond spontaneously to each other's points like you hadn't already excitedly rambled back and forth through them in real life. You hit "send" five minutes apart, your idea to not seem too suspicious, and kept raving over Rear Window in between. As the sun lowered outside his living room window, you moved on to making the ramen.

After three offers to help Jungkook, all of which he denied, you simply made another steep of the tea, leaving a mug on the counter for him. Standing at the bar counter sipping yours, you enjoyed all the tiny, cute noises he made while chopping green onions and sprinkling extra garlic in the seasoning, like an anime character who came with his own sound effects. You could tell he made these recipe additions every time, because bulk quantities of the same simple ingredients lined the counters of his cozy kitchen. When he beat two eggs and dropped them into the pot, though, he couldn't seem to find a lid, and eventually settled on trapping the steam with a plate. You both waited on the egg for a silent moment, your foot bouncing under the bar while Jungkook restlessly acquired a slight wiggle. As he took a sip of his tea, a strand of hair fell over his eyes, and he yeeted it out of his face. Your inner language nerd cringed, but there really was no more apt word to describe the action.

You offhandedly said you liked his hair long, and he replied with a smile, "Maybe I'll have to keep it then."

"Do you like it too?" you wondered.

"Honestly no, it's kind of inconvenient."

"Oh, then why would you keep it?" you immediately asked back.

"Well..." he dragged out. "You like it? Maybe I should keep it if it looks better this way."

Your eyes crinkled appreciatively at his thoughtfulness, but then you backtracked. "Wait, no, it's okay! If you don't like it, don't feel like you have to keep it just because of something I said. You can do whatever you want."

"Hm, yeah." A demure smile tugged up the corner of his mouth as he lifted the plate from the ramen pot.

You watched him drag a chopstick through the floating, now-cooked egg to tear it into ribbons, then divide the noodles between two generously-sized bowls. He carefully wiped down the drips of broth from each bowl before sprinkling in his fresh toppings, then walked with you to the table.

Serving you with a pleased smile and a slight nod, he announced, "Dinner!"

"Wow," you mused playfully. "So gourmet."

"I'm really particular about my ramen," he admitted. "I have it down to a perfect routine at this point."

You took your first slurp of his particular, perfect ramen. "Well, it's really good. I'm impressed. And thanks for making me dinner, you didn't have to do all that."

"Oh, come on, it's instant ramen," he laughed. "Nothing special. And you brought the tea, so thanks. And thanks for coming over. And doing the homework with me. And...yeah." Rambling again. Why did he seem so...nervous? You were nervous. He couldn't be nervous. What reason did he have to be? But the twitch of his mouth under his wide eyes, his slightly reddened ears, his hand skittering over his neck—fuck—to ruffle his hair...every action turned another page of his open book. It felt infuriatingly unfair that genetics had assigned someone so sweet and shy and unsure of himself to that fucking body.

While you both ate and talked, you kept catching glimpses of any small flashes of skin you could find, as his long sleeves fell to expose his forearms and the wide neckline of his boxy black shirt gaped around his collarbones. What was wrong with you? Even if this did eventually turn into a dick appointment, the boy still had literally all of his clothes on. You tried to refocus on finishing your noodles, while your brain screamed at itself in shame that you could get this turned on by the sight of someone covered from neck to ankle.

Jungkook ate surprisingly slowly, probably because he kept pausing to excitedly explain his favorite things about the Cowboy Bebop episode you were about to watch together. You smiled into your tea through every out-of-context fun fact and "wait, sorry, that might have been a spoiler!"

Finally, he reached the bottom of his bowl and insisted on both taking your dishes to the sink and leaving them for him to clean later. "You sure you want to start on episode 2? Not 1?"

"Yeah, I remember well enough and your summary helped a lot too!"

"Okay, if you're positive!" he double-checked, grabbing the remote.

Gingerly lowering yourselves to the couch in sync, you avoided looking at each other as you both tried to calculate a comfortable distance between you. His hand looked ready to either hold yours or lower to your thigh, but he retracted at the last second, smoothing it over his own leg anxiously and still clearly itching to make a move. You shuffled closer to him until your thighs barely touched, and he shifted to slink an arm around you, letting your head rest on his well-muscled shoulder. After pressing “play”, he began wiggling slightly again, subconsciously grooving to the old-newspaper-style intro. Spike Spiegel appeared on the screen, his broad shoulders squared into a slouch as he listlessly watched TV. Jungkook kicked one leg over another and stretched his arms out symmetrically to echo the pose. Raising an eyebrow, he waited until you acknowledged him with a faux grimace and a hand to your ear, imitating the old man in a lab who’d just called up Spike for a new mission. You both burst into laughter and settled back into your former arrangement, Jungkook holding you imperceptibly tighter. Though you tried to stay staring straight ahead, wanting to genuinely appreciate the anime, you kept catching his doe eyes in the corner of your sight as you both giggled and gasped your way through the episode.

After avoiding eye contact too many times, you finally tilted your head for a cute sideways view of his face. He leaned toward you too, shyly closing the gap to touch his warm lips to your nose, then lower. You responded immediately, rolling your body with his so your chests met as he pulled you up into a full, deeper kiss. The longer you explored each other's mouths, the more Jungkook punctuated your movements with whimpers. He seemed hesitant to let his hands roam away from your face and neck, but his high, breathy moans made it clear that he was just as into this as you. Your hands had naturally found his taut waist, and at some point you started to bring them back up to his face too—but as your short nails grazed his chest, a particularly sensual, voice-cracking moan interrupted you. You drew back in slight surprise, blinking your eyes open to scan from his face to his body.

He followed your gaze, both slowly settling on the massive tent in his pants. You froze. Your breath grew heavier, confronted with evidence of his physical attraction to you, if nothing else. After regaining his composure, he laid a useless hand over his lap in a delicate attempt to distract you and brought his other hand up to tap your face lightly.

"Is this okay?"

His eyes glittered with equal parts hunger and concern.

"Yes!" you nodded, too quickly, too eagerly. "Yes, this is totally okay. Sorry if I'm being weird, I just...it's been a while." You cringed internally at your own words, but couldn't seem to avoid putting your foot further in your mouth. "I haven't really, like, hooked up like this before—like, I've had sex, but never really outside of a relationship. But don't worry, I get this is more your thing, and I'm totally down if you are. I just don't really know what I'm doing, and you clearly do."

Jungkook blinked at your admission, then his face twisted into something curious, inscrutable. Would he decide you weren't worth the potential for drama? His lips flattened out to a tight line, then pursed to speak, and you looked down at your lap, hoping he wasn't as embarrassed of you as you now were of yourself.

"Well, I've never had sex sober."

Your eyes flashed back up to his. A complex half-smirk offset the furrow in his brow as he exhaled in nervous relief. "So, I don't actually know what I'm doing here either."

You tried to delay your response as you processed the implications. "You mean..." You tilted your head for better eye contact, hoping to convey empathy but not pity while you silently contemplated how to proceed. "Never?"

"Yeah, I've always shown up to parties and the hookups just...happened. Nothing I didn't want, nothing bad like that, but always spontaneous. So I guess we're kind of meeting in the middle, because I've never really had to plan ahead for a situation like this and, uh, figure out what I want. Beyond, yknow, wanting to get laid in the moment, of course." Jungkook laughed off the end of his explanation, but the smile never quite hit his eyes.

"Well, okay, let's pause right there." You sighed. Something in his words didn't sit right with you. "What do you want? I want you to be sure about this, of course, but more than that, even—what do you like?"

"I..." he chuckled, sheepish, shaking his hair over his face again. "What, you want me to just tell you? Like, what I'm into?"

"Yeah," you shrugged, trying to project more confidence than you felt in hopes of encouraging him to keep opening up. "I want you to be able to communicate, I want you to be comfortable. And I want to know what you like, so I can make it as good for you as possible."

With your hands still laid flat on his chest, you felt his heart rate jump a tiny bit, and took the liberty of digging your nails in just slightly deeper. His breath caught him, and then he caught himself. "I don't know, I just want what you want."

Jungkook struggled to appear nonchalant as you rolled your eyes with an "Oh, come on," challenging his avoidance. Every instinct was telling him yes. He could hear his mind screaming at him to be intentional for once and let you take him, if not farther, then deeper than ever before. But he still hesitated, because being intentional in this case required him to be real. He had always been a fairly private person, but something about you made him feel so comfortable so fast that it counterintuitively made him more nervous. Of course Jungkook knew you weren't all innocent at this point, but the risk remained that you wouldn't really be down for everything he secretly wanted to explore. Even worse, though he didn't truly think you would, you could easily turn around and spin anything he revealed into yet another graphic rumor. Especially since you had no skin in the game yourself. He glanced down at your fingers, tensed into his chest, and narrowed his eyes.

"Why don't you tell me what you like first? And then I can tell you where we overlap," he grinned competitively. Your eyes widened as he tossed the challenge back your way. Not backing down, you flattened your hands and steeled yourself to settle the stakes.

"Fine—but only if you promise not to just go along with whatever I say. I'll let you know anything that's a hard no for me, but otherwise I want to hear at least one thing that's not on my list. I really do want what you want, that's how I am too, okay? So..." you paused to slide your fingertips over his collar and drag it down with a light scratch, now directly on his skin. You smiled with your eyes, enjoying the way he naturally responded with a hitch of his breath again. "Surely you can think of something specific."

He nodded quickly, before he could convince himself to back out. "Yeah. Promise."

"Okay," you confirmed, slightly nervous but determined to go through with this, for Jungkook's sake if anything. Seeing his body come alive with each new twist of the situation was building your curiosity, not to mention turning you on beyond belief. You could barely stand the warmth of his skin under your hands, so you drew them back to fold in your lap as you began. "So. Uh. To start. I've never really laid it all out like this either. I really like neck kisses? Like, a lot." Equally unused to this kind of directness, you wrung your hands together nervously, but sucked up the boldness to keep elaborating. "That's definitely, like, a big thing that turns me on...and then getting marked up and everything is really hot to me too. Like you can honestly go really rough with me on that, bite me even. I don't know if this is weird but even though it's annoying to cover up, I love taking off the makeup at the end of the day and seeing all the bruises on myself. Knowing I was walking around all day with that as my little secret." You swallowed shyly before continuing, but Jungkook interrupted the brief silence immediately with a hushed "Fuck."

You turned to face him fully and he didn't even move to meet your stare, eyeing the space above your sweatshirt's wide neckline like he was ready to devour you. Emboldened, your smile grew.

"So...yeah. I like being bitten, marked up. Mostly, uh," you rubbed a slightly trembling hand over your shoulder, "I'm just really into pain in general. Obviously not the bad 'I'm too dry and you're jackhammering me' kind of pain, or like, anal. Anal is a hard no. But things like biting, or hair pulling, or overstimulation. Or, like—I don't really know how to explain this, but...getting held too hard? That deep pain like when you get a massage when you're sore and it hurts but it's good, yknow?"

Jungkook looked like he was about to vibrate out of his skin, breathing shallow and rapid. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, just in time for you to whisper in conclusion:

"I love that feeling."

You suddenly looked away, reticent. A thick silence swelled between you, until he composed himself enough to punctuate it. "Okay. Yeah. Pain. So like, BDSM?"

"I mean, kind of? Sure? I don't have much experience with that and I don't really need the whole power dynamic aspect; I just like the, uh, physical pain. I wouldn't be opposed to trying further, but one thing I do know is I really don't like being degraded. And I'm not into the whole daddy kink thing either. I'm just not gonna call you that, sorry," you laughed, and fortunately he giggled too. "But I know that's not, like, necessary to the rest of BDSM, and the part about giving up control is still...interesting, for sure."

"Wait," Jungkook cocked his head, making a mental note of your last sentence before he went back to the previous one. "What do you mean, being degraded?"

You half-chuckled, half-cringed, never having needed to explain something like this, especially to a guy you hopefully were about to fuck. Cheers to better communication, you supposed.

"You know, how some people when they do dirty talk are like 'yeah, you little slut, you're such a whore.' I don't like being called any of that. Like it's fine that other people like it, there's nothing wrong with that, it's just really uncomfortable for me."

His brows knit together as you explained, and he shook his head so fast it almost looked cartoonish, like a little kid refusing vegetables. "Yeah, no. Don't worry, not really my thing either."

You sighed in relief. "That's nice. I feel like it's, like, weirdly common with guys. Maybe just the kind of thing people learn from porn."

"But you still like it rough, huh? Did you learn that...from porn?" he half-joked, trying to overcome both his shyness and his gritted-teeth arousal.

"No, I don’t like porn. Most of it’s really unethical. I learned from experience," you sassed back. "I don't have a whole lot, but enough to know what I like."

"Well. Hm." He worked his tongue over his teeth, poking one cheek out over his tensed jaw. You couldn't get enough of watching him grow fascinated by your every revelation, and you were preparing to keep pressing further when he beat you to it, posing a question. "Is there anything you haven't tried before, but really want to?"

Your face heated up instantly, tasting your own medicine. You looked back to your hands, breaking his intense eye contact to give yourself the courage to be even more uncomfortably honest. "I...I...um." Your first attempt at disclosing your fantasy came out as a squeak. Swallowing, you set your shoulders and tried again, selfishly reminding yourself Jungkook seemed so eager to please that this was 99% likely to get you exactly what you wanted. "I've always been, uh, really into the idea of, um, getting spanked. I've been, uh, too nervous to ever bring it up, before now obviously, but it's definitely one of the biggest kinks I've always wanted to try. Maybe being tied up too, I think I'd like it if I tried but I haven't thought about that as much. But, yeah...spanking, definitely."

"Fuuuuuuuuck."

A lengthened version of Jungkook's earlier under-breath exclamation made you peer up at him. Your thighs already pressed together from the tension of admitting something totally new, you found yourself needing even more friction just from the sight of Jungkook with his head thrown back on the couch, a veiny hand threaded in his hair to pull the long waves back from his forehead. The full reveal of his sharp eyebrows brought a whole new level of intensity to Jungkook's already beautifully carved features. He glanced over at you, then squeezed his eyes shut with a terse exhale. You couldn't place why, but you felt a deep attraction to the way he expertly restrained himself from acting on the lust written over his face—not under your control, but his own.

"Oh, fuck. What the fuck. How the fuck would you fucking know," he swore more in a single burst than he cumulatively had ever in your presence.

"What?" you toyed, heart rate still high but relaxed enough to enjoy agitating him. "Something ring a bell?"

Jungkook shuddered out a long breath, hand ruffling his hair as his other forearm still tried desperately to subdue his boner.

"Everything," he hissed, more willing to elaborate now that you had done the same, and especially now that he could tell you really did enjoy him being more assertive. "Shit. I...I want...I know you said not to just say this but I really do want everything you want. I can't wait to mark you up. I can't wait to hold you down and bruise your neck. I want it all, I want to make you hurt so good. And then—" Breathless. He looked almost embarrassed. "Then you had to go and somehow guess basically my biggest fucking kink, I can't fucking believe you." Both hands had come up to seize his long locks as he held himself back physically, while finally letting his guard down mentally to declare everything he intended to do to you. Letting out a short laugh, he finally met your eyes. "I wanna spank your ass bright red. Fuck. This is crazy. You're perfect."

Your core throbbed at every bold word. Leaning in close to him, you let your lips approach Jungkook's beautifully sculpted jawline as he panted, his chin tossed up to fully expose his neck. You stopped just short of his skin, in awe of how much you'd been able to work him up and still so tempted to take it to the next level. "Fuck," you echoed. "This is so hot," you murmured almost to yourself. Your eyes closing along with his, you dealt the final blow. "I love that we have so much in common. But come on, you promised. One thing that's not on my list."

Jungkook whined. You could tell he needed to touch you so badly, and no one was stopping him but himself. He had no way of knowing that if he cut the whole discussion and just took you, you wouldn't even try to resist at this point. Staring at his trembling mouth from below, you quickly averted your eyes when he opened his, pretending you hadn't been looking. He inhaled a short hiss, and then spoke.

"Okay..." He paused after just the first word, blowing air through the tiny "o" of his mouth as his eyes bugged slightly from nervousness. He couldn't resist a challenge, though, and his urge to please you overwhelmed his reluctance to peel back one more layer. "So, the pain thing. I think we, uh, feel the same about me giving and you receiving. But...I'm really into it for myself too. I don't know if you'd be comfortable with it, I know you maybe want me to be more dominant and I think I like that more too in general, but you can be as rough with me as you want back. I'd love that." Eyes still open but fluttering, Jungkook's tone grew breathier, heady as he confessed. You almost giggled at how bashfully he worded his desire to dominate you, to rough each other up, but the contrast was so hot you couldn't help sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, eager for him to continue. His voice lowered. "I love being scratched, marked, bitten...hit me, push me back, any kind of pain or any way you can hurt me, I want it." He shivered, but his voice firmed up even further. "I want it so bad."

You fought to stay motionless beside him, unable to even process how much more his honesty had turned you on. You felt helpless in your desire for him, your craving to give him everything he wanted and more. He noticed your charged stillness and shifted toward you, removing a hand from his hair to finally reach for your face. Threading his fingers through your hair instinctively like he had with his own, he tilted your head back to access your neck. Jungkook finally felt confident enough to tease you back as he skimmed his lips over your pulse point, tugging your skin between his teeth for a gentle first taste and grinning when you moaned. Seeing someone so satisfied, for reasons better than just his body or their pride, brought the most incredible rush of blood to his head. And his other head.

"And I get why you want it too," he finished with a whisper in your ear. "So trust me when I say I really, really want to give it to you."

In an instant, your hands yanked his hair down to bring his face up to yours, mouths crashing together. Feverish, restless, you kissed him, hastily attempting to straddle his thick thighs before he threw his body over yours and pinned you to the back of the couch. His hands wandered, intrepid, from your waist to a quick squeeze of your breasts before he spiraled you into his strong arms. Pressing your chest flush with his as your mouths meshed, he ground his hips into you shamelessly, enjoying the way you struggled beneath him to align your core with his rock-hard dick.

"Your room?" You rushed out the words.

Jungkook laughed a little, his tone half whine and half dare. "So we're done talking?"

"Come on," you pleaded back. He finally relented, pulling you up with him and dragging you across the living room and through his door, lips not leaving yours for a second. You backed him into the bed with your arms against his strong chest, and once he was sitting perched on the edge, you laid yourself horizontally over his thighs.

"What are you doing?" he murmured, curling a hand over the dip of your waist to hold you gently.

You angled your head back to make unsteady eye contact with him, flipping your shorts down boldly. His free hand automatically reached to slowly conform to the shape of your ass, so eager to touch you but tentative as he grazed your curves.

"Giving you exactly what you want."

"Fuck. Really? You're sure about this?" Jungkook held careful eye contact as you brought your arms back up, crossing your wrists over your head delicately. You nodded slightly and did your best to meet his gaze with confident invitation, convincing him how much you trusted and wanted him.

He smoothed his warm hand over your ass one more time, then brought it up and watched your thighs tighten at the loss of his touch. Breathing in, still a little shakily, he brought his hand down on your right cheek with a loud but mild smack. A grunt of satisfaction involuntarily left him when he saw your face flinch down into the sheets, subduing a small noise of surprise. He returned his hand to caress the light redness he'd left, checking in with you again. "Is this okay? Let me know if I should stop."

You replied with your face still tucked between your arms, muffled by the bed. "More than okay. Please don't stop."

He spanked you again, moving to your left cheek. This time you felt his dick twitch under you and couldn't help grinding down on him a little bit. "Is that as hard as you can go?" you taunted in low tones, brave enough to egg him on but not quite enough to meet his eyes again.

Jungkook's thighs and core tensed under you, and he squeezed his fingertips tighter, digging into the skin of your ass. "Not at all," he said simply.

Deep breath. A few seconds passed, and his hand came down, harshly. You cried out in shock, the timing unexpected and the sting far sharper, and he gave your other cheek a fourth hard smack before you could even process the third one. "Harder?" he tested. "Tell me."

Another spank. "Mmmf."

"You like this, huh?"

"Yes, I told you," you whimpered back, half-teasing even though you were in no position to do so. Immediately, he cut you off with a stinging hit across both cheeks, and you moaned.

"You really do," he breathed lowly. "Fuck yeah. Take it then."

He spanked you again, and again, then paused, tugging down your shorts all the way to your ankles to expose the crease right above your thighs. Rubbing your already sore bottom, Jungkook cupped the underside of its curve in his big, firm hand. Already anticipating your whine, he drew back his touch and hummed in harmony with you. He continued landing satisfyingly hard smacks, alternating to cover your ass evenly. His dick strained through his pants more and more each time you trembled under his touch. Never hitting you hard enough to do serious damage, he still clearly enjoyed his thorough reddening of your ass, and occasionally took a moment just to caress your skin as it warmed from the spanking. The pain lit your senses up from head to toe. Face burning with deep arousal, you mentally thanked yourself for going out of your comfort zone and unprecedentedly admitting your kinks before even venturing into your first time together. Amidst the thrilling sting of his hand meeting your soft curves, Jungkook eventually noticed your thighs clenching together, craving friction but not really wanting relief from the pleasurable burn.

"You're wet," he marveled, sliding two warm fingers up and down your slit.

"Mhm," you mumbled back as you tilted your hips into his hand. He gave you a light slap right on the folds between your legs, eliciting another soft moan.

"So good for me," Jungkook said softly, pulling you up into his lap by your waist. "You look so pretty like this. I wanna see all of you." He tugged your sweatshirt over your head, followed by your sports bra, thankful that it stretched over your head easily. Suddenly grinning, he wound up and shot it across the room like a rubber band, and you smacked his arm, giggling.

"What was that? You cheeseball," you teased, and he blinked, chuckling lightly back. It occurred to him that he'd never laughed, or made someone laugh, during sex before.

"It was so stretchy! Don't make fun of me," he blushed.

"You're so cute," you said, fingers sliding under his t-shirt hem.

"Cute?" His eyebrows rose in mock disbelief, and he reached around to land another hit to your still-red asscheek.

"Hot," you amended. Raising his shirt and finally getting a full glimpse of his enviable abs, you groaned. "You're extremely hot, and also really cute, and it's kind of ridiculous and I don't really know how to handle all of it at once."

His face scrunching up into a smile at the praise, he fell back onto the bed with his arms behind his head. "You are too, you know. Really cute, of course. But really hot too." As you discarded his shirt and moved on to easing his sweatpants down his hips, you held in a gasp as his erection sprung up from the waistband. He was big, thick, and painfully hard, his tip glistening warm with precum and a lone vein running prominently up his smooth shaft. Although you wouldn't be corroborating them, you had to admit to yourself that all the rumors were true. You instinctively curled a hand around it, barely covering half his length, and he winced at your slightest touch. Pulling off with a single slow stroke, you slid his sweatpants and briefs all the way to the floor and then stood, looking up from his legs to his blown-out eyes to take in the glorious sight of his fully naked body.

"You shave," you said, surprised by the clean skin under his arms and between his legs.

"Yeah," he demurred, self-conscious for some reason. He lowered his arms to fold them over his torso, somehow defining his biceps even more. "I'm on the dance team, and it's nice to feel all smooth for practice and stuff. I don't know, I just like it."

"Oh, that's cool! No worries, I like it too. And you don't mind that..." You looked down at yourself, still just standing naked in front of him. "...I don't? Like, down there at least."

"No, you do you!" he said quickly. With a shy smile, he admitted, "I actually kind of like it on you. I do this for me, anyway, not for anyone else," he playfully noted. Slowly, he was sitting up to take hold of your waist and lower you down to the bed with him. Pausing to kiss the sweet spot under your jaw, he continued. "So don't feel like you have to do anything, or not do anything, either."

Jungkook couldn't quite explain the nature of how his attraction to you had developed. Seeing how open and honest you were with him made it easy for him to be honest with you too, and just to feel comfortable being himself. He admired the way he could still tell you sometimes got nervous like him, but it didn’t stop you from getting real or going bolder. Unable to fully express it in words, he just hoped to ensure you felt as comfortable and respected around him as he did around you. He already knew that he wanted this to be more than just a one-time thing, and while he still hesitated to assume that you felt the same, he intended to leave no doubt by the end of the night.

You moaned as he nipped at the skin of your neck. It was so easy to get swept back up in Jungkook. You could barely handle the friction of his dick rutting against your wet folds from below, craving him inside you. "Ughhh. Wait, one more thing. I'm on the pill, are you clean?"

"Yes," he gasped, barely removing his mouth from your jaw. "Are you?"

"Yeah, so we don't need a condom. If that's cool with you!"

"Yeah! But, you're ready?" He seemed surprised.

"Aren't you?" you whined, beyond holding back. He felt so unbearably hard that his coherence and willpower kind of surprised you too. "Please, I want you so bad."

To your surprise, he lowered his head to the crest of your legs, dotting wet kisses down your torso. Keeping his big brown eyes on you, he teased your entrance with a finger and echoed your immediate groan at the welcome stretch.

"You really are ready," he remarked, awed at the ease with which your wetness sucked the digit in. Frankly, you were in awe as well. It had taken your ex-boyfriend months to figure out how to get you this worked up. Jungkook either had even more experience than you'd heard from the grapevine, or he was a natural. Or maybe you were just really, ridiculously, primally attracted to him. He went on to curve his finger in you and lick a messy swipe up your folds, sucking hard once he reached your sensitive clit. You cried out at the delicious burst of stimulation and he rose up to catch your lips with his.

"I had to do that, just once," he grinned breathlessly. "But—"

"Let me suck you off," you interjected, unbelievably fucking turned on and dying to please him.

"No," he gasped with far more fervency than you'd think anyone could refuse a blowjob. "Please, I was about to say—" he choked out a high-pitched moan as you ran a single finger up his shaft in anticipation, sinking the nails of your other hand into his thigh. "—I think I'm gonna explode if I don't get inside you right this second."

So he did have a breaking point. "Fuck," you muttered, bringing your legs around his to tuck your heels under his tight ass as he lined up. He eased his tip in, keeping heavy eyes on you the whole time, and you could feel the hot, thick tension in his thighs as he struggled to hold himself back from just thrusting into your heat. Slowly, he drew closer into you until he bottomed out with a low moan. You whined at the perfect slight pain of the stretch, and Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, gripping you by your waist. Watching the veins in his forearms stand out as he drove almost all the way out and back into you, you rocked your hips carefully against his with each smooth stroke, getting used to his fullness. When his balls met your ass again, he shuddered a bit and opened his eyes into yours.

You answered his question before he could even ask it. "Jungkook—you feel so good. You can go faster, it's okay."

A smile hit his eyes before his mouth, and he kissed you once, pressing his chest to yours and intertwining your tongues eagerly. You bit his bottom lip as he slowly drew away, tugging it between your teeth to pull a sweet little whimper from his throat. Grinning, he leaned back in to touch his forehead to yours and simultaneously slid a subtle hand under your ass to curve your hips up with his. The slight leftover sensitivity of your skin amplified his light touch, and Jungkook seemed to realize this, curling his fingers to tease you with the tips of his nails. Instinctively, you ducked to bite his neck, not even registering your move to pass the pain back to him until he choked out a beautifully half-restrained moan and snapped his hips into yours. Gasping, you encouraged him to lose himself in you, dragging your lips up to latch around his earlobe. He hissed and thrust into you sharply again, meeting the time of your movements as you swirled your tongue between each of his hoop earrings. Soon he was pounding you rhythmically, finally letting you feel the full force of his strength but keeping remarkable control over both his body and yours. Both of you had gone silent except for your heavy breaths, lost in the moment, but the flexed shivers of his thighs and twitches of his fingers in your hair told you all you needed to know. Suddenly yanking your strands to pull you back from the additional bruise you'd sucked beneath his ear, he earned a new set of scratches on his back as your hands dragged down the muscular expanse in reply. Jungkook switched places with you to draw dark clouds from your skin, a storm brewing under your jaw. Your face fell into pure bliss, eyes shut and immersed in the barrage of sensation from his hands, mouth, and big dick filling you. Already feeling the familiar tension that preceded an orgasm building through your whole body, you chased him closer to his climax too, grinding back roughly into every thrust and raking your hands over every part of his firm body you could reach.

You had really been fooling yourself when you thought you could try something casual for once. You wanted more of Jungkook, all of Jungkook, nothing but Jungkook ever again. Knowing he'd never even gone back to the same hookup twice sank slight anxiety into your stomach, a kind of future nostalgia for this moment you already feared losing. You knew you weren't anything special compared to the catalogue of gorgeous girls he'd had his turn with, but a deviant voice whispered from the back of your mind that you could be, because it was clear none had bothered to learn him like this. You'd still try your desperate best not to want too much from him, but you resolved to do whatever you could to make him crave more.

Rolling your hips in a smooth circle against him, you clenched around his dick and your hands tightened their fierce hold on his tiny waist. You felt his abs tense within your grasp as he tried not to stutter into you.

"Fuck. No." His voice cracked, but held an undertone of ferocity. "You come first." Jungkook rushed a hand to your clit, adding pressure in small, deft motions with a fingertip as he kept fucking you deep. You sank your teeth into his shoulder in response, drawing your hands up his back to clutch him closer to you, and Jungkook cried out. You left your mouth on his golden skin to stifle your moans as he sped up his fingers, and he tried to let you stay there but eventually couldn't help pulling you off him to see your face. Eyes narrowed and eyebrows turning up sharp at the ends, he watched you like a hawk to track the exact moment when he pushed you over the edge. Your face crumpled and you felt your whole body burn under his gaze as you came, squeezing around him in waves of pleasure while he fucked you through your high, unrelenting. Drinking up the bliss obvious on your features, Jungkook's eyes never left yours and his expression grew more and more fucked out. You marveled at how even as you lost control and energy to fuck him back, your body freezing in orgasm seemed to turn him on further. One last pulse of the tension leaving your core made his dick throb inside you, and you impulsively broke your eye contact to lean in and bite down slow but hard on his neck again. He gasped.

"You're amazing." Murmuring into his skin, you kissed the bite marks gently. Jungkook whimpered at the sweet contradiction and lurched into your hips even harder. You recovered to move with him, squeezing him deeper into you every time he bottomed out, and as his breathless moans escalated in pitch, his whole body shivered with each stroke. Pressing wet, heavy kisses all over his neck, you felt his jaw flutter while his lips hung open. His considerable strength spent, Jungkook shuddered one last hard thrust into you and finally let go, coating your walls from within. His hips lightly rocked against yours as he stayed deep inside you, still hard and savoring the euphoric release he'd held back for so long. You felt so incredibly warm and comfortable around his sensitive dick, relaxed but still holding him tight, and he couldn't help holding you up for a languid kiss before pulling out of you smoothly.

He briefly looked into your eyes, and you saw stars. The sun had continued to set outside, and it peeked between the blinds of his window to wrap you both in a warm, slivered glow. Staring down at his hands on your body, Jungkook took a deep breath and collapsed to your side, holding you close. You settled into him, cupping a hand over his head on your chest. With your fingers laced through his sweaty hair, you stroked his temple with your thumb, worrying for a second whether the gesture seemed too intimate but forgetting your fear when he snuggled up into your touch. You felt the need to say something, to figure out what the fuck was next after this, but stayed silent, not wanting to disturb the comforting weight of his frame. Heartbeat still racing, Jungkook stretched out to breathe a long sigh. As he sank back into you, you stretched under him too, letting his solid, warm body drape over you like a blanket. This couldn't be farther from what you'd expected with him, but you weren't about to make it stop. Surely, eventually, he would.

A minute passed. And then five. And then, before either of you could talk yourselves out of it, you were asleep, intertwined.

[scented-morker]

hii !! ☁️💞🌸 can i pls request a ship for enhypen & nct dream ? i’m 15 (06 liner). i’m a pisces & infp ! i’m very introverted n shy. like on my mbti test i was 80% introvert n the rest extrovert :(( i am super quiet especially in public w ppl i don’t rlly know. after i open up i can be a bit more silly n bubbly. i am not super affectionate ,, i think my love language would actually be words or acts of service. i love cats n plushies sm !!! i always sleep while holding my plushie & i also love sleeping w lullabies of soft music in the background :)) my favorite season is winter bc of the holidays !! hehe i associate it w feeling happy around this time ! i like strawberries n pineapples but hate bananas. i don’t like chocolate ice cream or mint chocolate ice cream yuck !! 🤢 vanilla is definitely the best (and strawberry n cookies n cream !) i’m also short ,, like 5’0 w short, black hair (shoulder length). i wear glasses too n have a very round face. ppl normally compliment my hair n call me cute/innocent n quiet. also, i am known to be sweet n my friends trust me for advice. i like spicy foods n love takis !!! i am mostly interested in music, art, traveling n i like to watch cooking/baking videos. i actually rlly enjoy cooking/baking !!! my style is pretty simple n soft ,, hehe ig i just like sweaters/hoodies n maybe skirts, jeans, or leggings. like i either dress comfortable or very soft & cute/girly akbsvsva i am indecisive n awkward ,, not that easily open or expressive w ppl... but i think that i rlly like to have at least one close person i can talk to n trust. ahhh thank you sm !! pls stay safe ✨💓🦋

In Enha

I ship you with : Jungwon

rest under the cut!

YOU ARE HIS BABY PERIOD

Anytime he goes anywhere he comes back with a plushy for you because he’s a simp

He’d be really patient with you, giving you all the time you needed to open up to him and feel comfy around him 🥺

Y’all would go so super dramatic for the holidays, like baking every single person you know cookies and wearing the most insane matching outfits (the ones with like Christmas lights and bells on them lmao)

1000000% will sing you to sleep anytime you want 🥺

lil scenario

“Come on Wonnie”

Your boyfriend glares at you from his spot at the table, but once he see’s your big eyes and the pout on your lips he’s up and by your side in less than 5 seconds.

The boys laugh at him in the background but he doesn’t notice, to focused on pulling you into a back hug as he looks over your shoulder.

“So what are we doing”

Your sweater paw was currently covering the page of the cookbook in front of you, and it took everything in Jungwon to not just go on a 20 minute spiel about how cute you were.

“I want to make you guys breakfast”

He dropped his head from on top of yours to right next to it, resting his chin on your shoulder while he looked at your face.

“How did I ever get so lucky”

In Dream

I ship you with : Jaemin

We all know how much he loves babying literally anyone, and I think your cute appearance would pull him in and just make him want to give you all the love ever, even when it means sticking through the original awkward phase

And for your love language, he will do LITERALLY ANYTHING to make sure you know how much he loves you

Like compliments every 5 minutes, declarations of love every hour, your shoe is untied? He’s got it. Literally always there to make sure you know

Will bake everything he’s ever seen a recipe to with you, like he’ll just show up at your house and be like “we’re gonna bake macarons” like wtf? we’re gonna burn the house down? But of course you never do 🤪

lil scenario

“Look babe!!”

Your boyfriend’s voice calls you out of your reverie of staring at the cat on your phone screen.

“Hmm?”

“I got us something”

He sets down a large plastic bag next to you on the couch while you stare at him confused.

“Since we can’t really go on our normal ice cream dates because of dispatch being a little snake”

He pulls first pulls out matching outfits, pastel sweaters with a pair of slacks for him and a white skirt for you.

They’re followed immediately by two tubs of ice cream, strawberry and cookies and cream, and some random ingredients after.

“I brought our ice cream date to us!! Some assembly required,” he laughs, eyeing the flour in his hand, “I thought we could make those bubble waffle cone things ya know? Those are always your favorite so-”

He stops feeling nervous when he sees the radiant smile you’ve given him, nothing but pure love on your face.

“That sounds perfect, thank you Nana”

[horizonmoonfics]

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n Genre: Flansgt (it wasn’t fluffy enough to be fluff, but it’s not really angst so just. Flangst?) Word count: 2k Warnings: you are very unproductive. Tags: @cypherwritersnet​ 

“Melanie, for the last time, I can’t make it today. It’s my cousin’s birthday. I’ll catch up with you some other time.” “Okay fine, but we’re bringing Ainsley next time, alright? Magic Shop at 7 PM on Tuesday.” Melanie sounds stern, but you know she’s not entirely serious. No one’s gotten Ainsley out of her room since she broke up with Chad. “Alright fine, but if we manage to get Ainsley to see actual sunlight, you’re paying.” “Deal.”

You hang up the call, wondering how you got yourself into this situation. You put on your jacket and head out of the dorm, on the way to your aunt’s house. A few hours of chattering with your relatives and gossiping about your older cousins while the younger ones run around and eat cake will be enough to distract you from the fact that you’ve been behind on your work for three weeks. You head on over to your cousin’s house, parking your car next to the sidewalk. You step out and walk up to the door, and before you can knock, it opens, and your cousin runs out and hugs you. “Y/N I’VE MISSED YOU SO SO MUCH OMG! How have you been? How’s school? Are you seeing anyone? We have so much to catch up on!” your cousin Laurel squeals. “Laurel, calm down. It’s only been a month!” “STILL. Now. How’s school? Are you seeing anyone?” Laurel continues, eyes burning into your skin. This interrogation lasts for another ten minutes before she remembers that you two are standing outside, and then invites you in. A few hours of chattering with your relatives? More like six hours from 1 PM to 7 PM being bored to death while Laurel flirts with her boyfriend.

          ��                                        ~The Next Day~ It was Tuesday. At 6:59 PM. In the Magic Shop cafe. Waiting for Ainsley. Melanie, Skylar, and you were already there. It was raining, and it was raining pretty hard. The bell at the entrance to the cafe jingled, and you looked up, seeing Ainsley walk through the door. “So we finally got Ainsley out in public? I’m impressed,” you say, with a small chuckle. You are actually impressed, but also dreading having to pay for everyone’s coffee. “Don’t count on it happening again, I’m tired and I have homework.” Ainsley sighs. “Well, we might have to let your grades slip a bit. When was the last time you met someone?” Skylar says, adjusting the sleeves of her blazer. “It hasn’t been that long…” Ainsley drifts off, as you and your friends look at her. None of you believe anything she’s saying. “Okay maybe it’s been a while. So what? I can take time to focus on my studies! That’s not a bad thing to want.” “No it isn’t, however you were miserable after you broke up with that last guy. I can’t remember his name and no don’t you dare say it he is taboo. You spent three months sulking. And now you’re drowning yourself in essays. Take a freaking break girly,” Melanie says in her dramatic it’s-the-end-of-the-world voice, her hands on her hips. “Melanie I am not drowning myself in essays! I only have three due this week-” “And you had seven due in the past two days we are not taking any bullshit about not having much work.” You say, placing your phone down on the table and sighing. “We want you to go out more, to socialize. Maybe meet someone. At least revive your social life a little bit. Seeing someone who you can casually hook up with will be better than hiding in your room and only emerging for classes.” “There is merit to y/n’s words, Ainsley. Meet someone. Get dick. Don’t attach yourself if you don’t want to. Whatever. Just get out of the house.” Melanie said, then added, “but we should get coffee first. I mean, we’re here, aren’t we? It’s a coffee shop.” Everyone laughed, then sent you to grab a few drinks and some cookies. You shook your head, chuckling as you walked to the counter. You thought about Melanie’s words a little bit. Hooking up? It wasn’t really your type of thing to do, but maybe Melanie’s advice could apply to your worries as well. Though, you had enough on your plate already, so maybe not. When you returned to the table, you gave everyone their drinks and they began to talk about what they’d been up to the past week. “Oh also, you know that new club that opened up on First Street? I went there with some classmates the other day. I may have met someone…” Melanie says with a wink. “Who? Who? Why haven’t we met him?” said Skylar, pouting about being left out of the loop. There wasn’t a loop though. “Calm your tits Skylar, I’m about to tell you. His name is Kim Taehyung, he’s chill, and he’s pretty cute. He had three friends with him, I don’t remember their names though. And I’ve only known him three days, he hasn’t met anyone.” Melanie laughs, patting Skylar’s shoulder. “I think we should pay that club a visit. What’s it called again?” you say, genuinely interested. You think you know what place she’s talking about, the House of Cards club. It was kind of like a coffee shop that sold booze, and it was a great place to meet just about anyone. “House of Cards. Do you have any reason in mind to go?” Melanie asks, but all four of you already knew there was one reason to go. “No. No no no. I am not meeting your Kim Taehyung and his friends.” Ainsley says, wincing. “I do not go clubbing.” “It’ll be fun! Let’s go.” Skylar gets up, grabbing Ainsley’s wrist. You all head out the door, about to set foot in what will be the starting point of the most interesting night of your lives. About twenty minutes later, you’ve walked into the House of Cards and not only found Taehyung, but met six of his friends. They all seem nice, but you’re pretty sure you’re not going to talk to all of them today, especially with the way Ainsley is eyeing Seokjin. You sit down next to Namjoon, who seems to be the quietest. He’s wearing black glasses, jeans, and a pink shirt that says “Don’t Waste Your Time.” He doesn’t seem to be the type to waste his time, and you hope that rubs off on you. You need to get a leg up on studying. “Hi, I’m y/n.” You say, reaching to shake his hand. “Hi y/n, I’d introduce myself but you already know my name. How’s life?” He asks, shaking your hand. You smile, and say, “It’s pretty good, other than overwhelming schoolwork, you know?” You mentally slap yourself when you remember that you actually do have overwhelming schoolwork, and that you weren’t just making a joke. “Ah yes. Schoolwork. Honestly I think this is probably the most stressful time of the year, especially with exams coming up.” Namjoon agrees, and you take a mental note to check which exams you have next. “Yeah. Do you have Professor Sejin? I hear he’s going to have a really long essay portion.” You ask, curious to find out how he’s going to cope with exams. You really do need some study tips… “Oh jeez… Yeah, I have him. You?” “Yep. I’m in his second period class.” “Dang. Early. He hasn’t said anything to our class, how did you find out about the essay length?” He pushes up his glasses, all attention focused on you. “Some of my friends had him last year, they say his essay requirements never change. Figures that he’d be a teacher that doesn’t let up, you know?” “Yeah. None of the older ones do.” You both laugh, and Namjoon asks if he can get you a drink. You say yes, and ask for a coffee because you know you’re going to be driving tonight. You two talk for a few hours, only interrupted a few times by Melanie and Taehyung leaving (to do who knows what), Ainsley laughing at Jin’s jokes (and telling you that Jin was off limits… maybe she will be getting over Chad tonight), and by Jimin’s insistence on buying everyone another round of drinks. You and Namjoon both declined, preferring coffee to alcohol. Eventually, you check the time and realize you have a lot of studying to do. “Damn, it’s nearly midnight.” You say, looking at your watch. “Wow. Yeah, it is. Do you want a ride home?” Namjoon asks, getting up with you. “Ah, no thanks, my car’s at Magic Shop. I’m going to walk over there and then drive home.” “Okay. Can I walk with you? My car’s a few blocks away, so I’ll probably be heading in the same direction.” “Sure,” you say, smiling. He’s nice. When you get to his car, you turn to him and see that he’s taking a pen out of his jeans pocket. Upon seeing your look of confusion, he smiles shyly. “I was going to ask for your number,” he says, “but you don’t have to give it to me if you don’t want to.” You smile, and take out your phone. “I think there’s an easier way to do that than writing on my arm.” He laughs, and pulls out his phone. After the exchange, he bids you good night, and you do the same before he drives off, in the direction of campus. You get home about twenty minutes later, and get a text almost immediately after walking through the door.

Kim Namjoon: Hey 12:03 You: Hi 12:05 Kim Namjoon: Do u want to study together tmr? 12:05 You: Sure! If it doesn’t bother you, of course. 12:05 Kim Namjoon: Lol 12:05 Kim Namjoon: I wouldn’t mind, + it’s a good chance to get studying in 12:06 You: Alright lol 12:06

You finish making plans, and you sigh happily to yourself. Finally, something to get you to actually do your homework.

                                                     ~The Next Day~ You wake up to the sound of your phone alarm, playing the song “Rain” by BTS. Fitting, considering that it is raining pretty heavily outside. You have three new texts from Namjoon, as well as like fifty from your group chat with Melanie, Skylar, and Ainsley (Skylar was the only one who didn’t hook up with anyone, apparently).

Kim Namjoon: So it’s raining 8:20 Kim Namjoon: maybe we should study at the library instead? 8:20 Kim Namjoon: ur call lol 8:21 You: sure 8:46 You: i dont feel like dealing with soggy notes today lmao 8:46

After a laughing emoji from Namjoon, you get ready to go meet him.

You spot him almost immediately in the library. He’s the one person not wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and he waves at you when you walk in.

“Hello stranger,” you say, winking. He smiles, his eyes crinkling behind his glasses as he smiled. “Nice meeting you too, y/n,” Namjoon says, patting the seat next to him, “have a seat.”

You sit down and pull out two of your textbooks and your computer, while Namjoon clears a space on the desk for you.

“So, what exam are you studying for? I’m finishing up with my Civ Pro studying.” “I’m working on my Modern Literature essay prep,” you say, pulling up the essay document on your computer. “Ooh, I could help with that, I took Modern Literature last year.” Namjoon says, adjusting his glasses. “Okay, thank you!” You say, warmly. And so your study session begins.

The next few hours are spent not only studying, but also joking around and giggling. Studying with Namjoon was fun, but also very productive. The most productive you’ve been in months. You schedule more sessions for the next few days, and leave the library feeling very satisfied. You’re definitely cool with having a study partner.

[santoteez]

The Dormant Beast - Jongho (3)

Read Part 2 HERE

Part: 3 of ?

Idol: Jongho of ATEEZ

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Slight prejudice and bullying (non-racial and it’s not body shame either), slight mention of blood, slight violence, swearing and shit,  MC is a Black Female

A/N: I should’ve mentioned it earlier, but the whole “you can’t hit girls/boys” narrative doesn’t really exist in this world. Since the Aura-Human race all have an advantage of some sort in battle, they are considered “equals.” Doesn’t mean I’m gonna write about some guy body-slamming a girl into oblivion lmao. Just please don’t be alarmed by the lack of consideration for gender in this fic. This is a world where racism and sexism don’t exist but is still plagued with prejudice nonetheless. Happy Reading!

Crescent swam herself to shore, tentative the flying aura would find her. She rung out her tank top and shorts. She had just spent an undetermined amount of time in the water, but she wasn’t shivering like all the times before when she’d visited the beach. In fact, she felt as warm as ever. She walked and walked, unfamiliar with the Enchanted Ocean, she wasn’t sure where she was going. After some time, she reached the street. With no other choice, she began to walk, hoping she’d find a gas station or aura training center soon where she could call her parents or Jongho.

Suddenly, a cop car slowed down next to her. Crescent stopped walking, peering into the window.

“Is something wrong, young lady? You’re drenched, walking alone, and it’s thirty degrees outside.”

“I just need a ride home, sir. And, I’m not cold, so don’t worry too much about it.”

The officer nodded. “An aquatic aura. Nice. Alright, get in. I’ll take you home.”

The officer pulled into the driveway, where Crescent’s parents were frantically shouting at Jongho, with Eclipse defending him, telling them her rapture wasn’t his fault.

Crescent jumped out of the squad car. “Mom!” She ran, the cop following closely behind.

“Oh, Crescent! Baby, I’m so glad you’re okay.” She said, flinching when she hugged the girl. “Cres, you’re drenched! What happened?”

“Good Evening, if it’s alright, I’d like to talk to those who were home before Crescent was raptured. More importantly, the person who saw her last.” The Officer said. Everyone turned to Jongho, who nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“We were watching Marvin, until Crescent fell asleep. I started to doze off too, but then I felt a gust of cold air. The heat was on at the time, so immediately I knew something was wrong. The window was wide open so I knew someone had came in. I woke Crescent up and went to check the hallway, but the minute I turned back I saw her being dragged out of the window. I’m a gorilla aura, but I didn’t have time to power up, so I couldn’t pull her back in. I tried, but whoever that was can fly, so I ended up falling out the window on the grass. I powered up afterwards, but by then she was high in the sky. That’s when her father came running out the house and her sister screamed from the roof. They weren’t aware of what was going on.”

The officer nodded, writing everything down. “So, you said the assailant didn’t have a face? I don’t mean to instill any more worry, but could it be possible that it was The Void?”

Crescent’s mom shook her head. “My baby is the last person The Void would come after. He seeks the strong. Not the auraless.”

“Auraless?” The officer furrowed his eyebrows. “With all due respect, Mr. and Mrs. Moon, there’s no way this girl is auraless. I found her walking along the side of the road, completely drenched in water, in nearly freezing temperatures. She was walking as if the cold didn’t faze her. And from she tells me, she was dropped in the middle of the ocean and just swam out. That’s not necessarily humanlike.”

Crescent’s mom looked at her. “Oh my God. It’s true. You were drenched, but warm to the touch. How did you get out of the ocean? Baby, what happened to you?” She caressed Crescent’s cheek.

“Solar, honey, don’t overwhelm her.” Lunar squeezed his wife’s shoulders.

“I don’t know. When I was dropped, I thought I was gonna die. But I didn’t. I could breathe, Mom.”

Solar let out a breathless chuckle, turning to her husband. “I knew it, Lunar. I knew our daughter wasn’t a lost cost. I felt it!” She said, causing Lunar to smile.

“Looks like you’ve got yourselves a late bloomer. It’s getting late, and there’s school tomorrow, so I’ll get going. Crescent, Jongho, I will need you to come by the precinct over the weekend for further questioning. Ask for Officer Pena when you get there. You’re not in trouble, but it might be The Void targeting you. Perhaps he’s aware that you were auraless and is trying to scare it outta ya? Sounds crazy, but when you’re dealing with a criminal no one’s ever seen, anything’s possible. You all have a good night.” Officer Pena said, heading back to his car.

“So, you really don’t feel cold?” Eclipse asked, opening the cold water further. Lunar drove Jongho home since it was late, and also to explain the situation to his parents and why he needed to go to the precinct that weekend. Meanwhile, Eclipse had coaxed her little sister into the tub, determined to understand her newfound ability.

“For the last time, Clips. NO. I’m not cold. Just wet.”

“Is it because of-”

“Say his name. I dare you.” Crescent glared while her sister snickered.

“Eclipse, get your sister out of the shower! We’re not even sure what she is yet!” Solar shouted from across the hall. “Leave her alone before I make you swim laps in the pool again.”

Eclipse grimaced as she turned off the water. Like her aura, Eclipse disliked swimming, despite being pretty good at it.

Crescent headed to her room, drying herself off. Laying back in bed, her phone vibrated.

“Hey Cres, I was so happy to see you pop back up tonight. I would never forgive myself if I lost you forever. You’re my favorite person. I’m sure you’re probably sleeping by now, so good night, Cres. See you in school.”

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“So, you’re really breathing under there?”

“Yep.”

Crescent had been underwater for about 20 minutes already, with no sign of needing air. Her swimming had improved tremendously. She bounced from wall to wall of the school pool with ease. Jongho laid out lazily at the edge, his right leg bent upwards while his left laid flat and his upper body rested on his forearms.

Suddenly, Crescent popped out of the water, appearing right in front of Jongho. She leaned over the edge of the pool coolly, as if she hadn’t been swimming lap after lap just a second ago.

“Crazy how all those times we went to the beach, your aura never appeared. Here we were thinking you were meant to be a land aura like the rest of your family when you’re something entirely different.” Jongho said, leaning her way.

Crescent shrugged. “I can be quite unpredictable.”

“I know,” Jongho said, “It’s one of the things I love about you.”

Crescent fidgeted under his steady gaze. Maybe it was the laps getting to her head, but she could’ve sworn she saw him leaning in…

 “Jongho, baby! Fancy seeing you here!” The high-pitched voice said, causing Jongho to roll his eyes and back away slightly. “It’s a school pool, Desire. Anyone could be here, but hello.”

“Well, that’s true, but you can’t swim, right? Because of the aura?” She said, nearly sitting on his lap. “Oh, Crescent! Didn’t see you there.”

“Wish I didn’t see you either.” Crescent mumbled, backstroking.

“Careful swimming that long, you’ll prune up.”

“Actually, Crescent doesn’t prune up in the water. We found out she’s an aquatic aura. It’s why we’re here. They give aquatic auras permission to take water breaks during class.”

“So, you have an aura now? Prove it.” Desire said incredulously.

“Okay. Let’s see who can hold their breath the longest underwater. Me, or you. If I win, you have to leave me alone. For good. You and all of your little minions.”

“And if I win?” Desire said.

Crescent smirked. “You won’t.”

Desire scoffed, getting into the water.

“Jongho, keep count,” Crescent said, descending to the bottom of the pool. She reached the bottom, sitting down and crossing her legs. She watched calmly as Desire sunk to the bottom directly in front of her, holding her breath. Desire watched in awe as she realized Crescent was indeed breathing underwater. She ignored the burning in her lungs, stubbornly determined to prove her point. Suddenly, she felt as though she needed to cough and shot up, catapulting herself to the top.

Crescent smiled as she watched Desire swim up to shore, gushing when she heard Jongho snort.

“Told you she has an aura. You lasted all of 75 seconds.”

Crescent lingered a bit, surfacing a few minutes after.

“Guess that means no more target on my back.” Crescent smiled.

“I never agreed to that.” Desire retorted.

“Actually,” Jongho chimed in. “You accepted her terms the minute you got in the water. Your verbal affirmation wasn’t needed. But you know that, right Desire?” Jongho asked innocently, his scleras darkening, a signal of his aura activating.

“Of course. No more picking on Crescent. After all, the reason I started was that she was auraless. Not much of a reason to bother her now, right?” Desire laughed nervously. “Well, this was fun. I’m gonna go change. Bye!” She said, scattering into the locker room.

Crescent laughed, laying her head on Jongho’s shoulder.

“I wish we could just stay like this. Forever.” Jongho sighed.

“Hiding away from classes?” Crescent laughed.

“Together. Forever.”

Crescent looked up at him. “And what happens when you find your wife and have little gorilla babies?”

Jongho laughed. “You know better than anyone that there’s no guarantee offspring have the same or even a similar aura to the parents. What if mine breathed underwater?” He whispered, making the hairs on the back of Crescent neck stand up.

“You’re the strongest known aura, Jongho. You’re supposed to be with the next strongest, sexuality permitting. I may have an aura now, but that doesn’t mean I’m strong enough to be the Duchess of Strongville.”

“Turning me down before I shoot my shot.” Jongho chuckled. “You know I don’t give a shit about the hierarchy. Plus, Desire is entirely too prissy.” He scrunched up his nose.

“What about your parents?” Crescent asked.

Jongho looked away. Since he was little, Jongho’s family was adamant on him marrying Desire. It was only right; the two strongest auras were destined to be wed. They saw Crescent as his charity case. Figured he was her friend because he pitied her. After all, they thought his fate was settled. They knew Desire and her family since she and Jongho were little kids, and no matter how many times Jongho insisted he didn’t like her, they told him he’d love her eventually. He had to, they said, they were the designated Duke and Duchess.

“How about this: When I convince my parents that Desire isn’t the one for me, you give me a chance.”

“If you convince them.”

“When. My parents are understanding. They’re just a little old-fashioned. I’ll get through to them. For you.” He caressed her cheek.

Crescent leaned into his touch. He’d held her face before, but it felt different this time. More intimate. For once, she felt that maybe, just maybe, they could work.

“Hey, Monkey Boy!”

Their little bubble was popped by the boisterous yelling of none other than Desire’s brother.

Jongho sighed. “Aurora. How nice to see you.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? It’s Rory. Stand up, ape. Let’s have a talk. Man to man.”

Jongho stood up, short in comparison to the tall, snake-aura boy. Aurora wasn’t just any snake. He was a King Cobra, the biggest, venomous snake. One bite from Aurora could send anyone to the grave. He was considered the strongest aura for a while, until Jongho became old enough to take his place. With Jongho’s strength, Rory’s measly bite was no match. Can’t bite someone when you can’t overpower them. He’s had a vendetta against Jongho ever since.

“What do you wanna talk about?” Jongho asked.

“About you always ditching my sister for this weakling.”

Jongho shrugged. “Crescent’s my best friend. And Desire and I are not together, I owe her no loyalty.”

“See that’s where you’re wrong, ape. See, she thinks you and her are getting married. Totally convinced of that shit. But I overheard that little lovey-dovey shit you spit to the human here. I don’t like how you’re stringing my little sister along, punk.”

“Like I said, I have never claimed to be with her-”

“I’m talking.” He said, pushing Jongho against the wall, his friends crowding around. Jongho was surrounded.

“What do you want from me? What’s your solution?”

“Take Desire out. Tonight. On a date. Show her you care about her.”

“You know why I can’t do that.”

“Oh, but you will,” Aurora chuckled maliciously. “Because if you don’t, remember that one bite from me and you’re monkey business. So you’re gonna take her out and be happy about it. Got it?”

“If you have to force him to have feelings for your sister, it’s already shit,” Crescent said, tired of hearing the back and forth.

“The fuck did you just say?” Rory turned to her, scowling.

“Exactly what you heard. Threats won’t make him love your sister.”

“Like loving you is any better? At least my sister isn’t a nobody like you. I don’t know how Eclipse lives with herself, knowing she has somebody as useless as you for a sister.”

He grabbed Crescent by the neck, flashing his rather pointy canines. “Maybe I should just take you out of your misery. You’d be better off dead.”

“Let her go!” Jongho said, desperately trying to power up. But Rory’s friends held him back, preventing him from hitting his chest which would activate his aura.

“I will. Once she’s dead.” Rory turned to Jongho. “I hope you enjoy watching your girlfriend die.”

Suddenly, Crescent began making this odd sound. Different than any she’d made before, similar to earth rumbling. Her eyes began to glow a bright amber color, and she reached out her hand, aiming for Rory’s neck.

Rory left go of Crescent, his hands reaching out to cup his neck, where blood was gushing out.

“What kind of nails does this weirdo have? Fuck!” He shouted.

It was then that they all realized that the sound Crescent was making was a roar. She roared once more, pouncing at Rory.

“Listen clearly, because I’m only gonna say this once. You stay away from me, and you keep my sister out of your filthy mouth. You got that? Leave Jongho alone, if he takes Desire out, it will be on his own accord.” She scraped her nails along his arm, breaking skin again. “Now get the fuck out of my sight.”

Rory scrambled to his feet, rushing out of the pool room. Crescent glanced at the other boys.

“You all want next? What are you waiting for?” She asked, and the rest of the boys ran out after their friend.

“Cres, your eyes are glowing like a tiger! That was so fucking amazing. You came in contact with Rory, though. There might be traces of venom in your nails. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said, dragging her out the room.

They headed to the cafeteria, where the lunch lady allowed them to use the power washer.

“I found some milk. It’ll revert any symptoms you may have from the venom if any. How are you feeling? Dizziness? Drooling? Anything?” Jongho said in one breath.

“I’m fine. Words gonna get out that I attacked Rory soon. What the fuck is going on with me? For years I had no aura. Now I have 2?”

“What if you have more than 2?” Jongho asked.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that your auras both appeared when you needed that specific ability or animal in that specific moment. You know what type of person is rumored to be that way? The OmniAura.”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, before Crescent burst into laughter. “You’ve GOT to be kidding me.” She said, grabbing the milk from his hands.

He rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying, don’t knock the idea. And don’t be surprised if a third aura pops up.”

Crescent didn’t answer, drinking her milk instead. There’s no way she could be the OmniAura. There have been cases of people having two auras, even three. Having two wasn’t a sign of her becoming the OmniAura…right?”

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Run To Me; Part Nine

Blow a kiss, Fire a gun: Teaser Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 Pt.11 Pt.12 Pt.13 Pt.14 Pt.15 Pt.16 Pt.17 Pt.18 Pt.19 Pt.20 + NSFW Alphabet with Mob!Tom

Run To Me: Series Masterlist!

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Notes: I apologise if any of the medical info in this is wrong! I did a little research did mostly pieced things together after watching all of greys! (lmao)

Disclaimer: @upsidedownparker did some really amazing work recently on her fic WAHB and i’m in no way trying to take her work!!! this has been planned since chapter one and I’ve discussed it with her :)

It felt like hours before the ambulance arrived, but in reality, it was only minutes. Those minutes consisted of Tom quivering and sitting hunched over on the concrete, rainwater soaking his black pants.

The car that had collided with your daughter had taken off at a fast pace, not even bothering to follow the basic road rules when turning the corner and Tom wasn’t even able to make out the licence plate, though he’d admit that it hasn’t been on his mind as he crouched down by his daughter, words scratching and clawing at the back of his throat. 

Something about the situation didn’t sit right with him- of course a lot didn’t, but the car itself. 

Rosie looked shocked, obviously terrified but her eyes didn’t move from the sky, dark grey clouds moving much slower than the heaves and grunts of pain that left her lips. 

Her hands were grazed, little stones digging into her palms where she fell and fingernails slightly bloody and covered in mud dirtied her dress even more as they shook, right arm twisted at an odd angle and it made Tom screw his face up- despite having seeing this type of thing many times before. Her cheeks were stained with tears both old and new, a visible sign of the obvious pain that she was in and Tom wanted to scoop her up but couldn’t move- he felt frozen, like the rainwater was cementing him down and all he could do was watch as her mouth opened and she began to cry.

Rosie swallowed, the back of her throat burning as she tried to speak but it was a struggle. She wanted to look around frantically but everything hurt. Her back was hard against the concrete road, dress sticking to her skin but she licked her lips gently, tasting something warm and crimson.

She let out a choked sob, eyes squeezing shut. “Mommy.”

Tom shushed her, pushing a strand of curly brown hair away from her eyes, feeling her warm tears against his fingertips.

“Hey, she’s coming okay? She’s going to come soon.” He whispered to his daughter, trying to drown out the words of the lady from emergency services that he’d been talking to for the last two minutes.

“Mo-mommmy.” She sobs, eyes stricken with fear. She recognised the man, of course she did. He was the one that was nice to her and called her a badass but he most definitely wasn’t her mommy. 

She lifted her right arm, wanting to reach out and grab something but she didn’t know what, she just knew she needed to hold something- only she was struck with pain, crying out as it somehow hurt even more.

Tom could no longer tell the difference between her tears and raindrops as he clenched his fists. He bit down on his lip at the sight of hot, red blood seeping through her teeth. He moves his phone, blocking out the speaker as the lady continues to speak to him.

“Someone help!” He screeches, scaring the girl slightly. His throat burned which was something the two shared. It ached and begged him to stop but he only continued yelling until two pairs of footsteps came out.

Cars pulled to the side and looked at the scene, some getting out of their vehicles and collecting around the pair and Tom hated it. He hated people viewing his daughter like she was some kind of- some kind of damn circus animal. They gaped and cried and whispered, and Tom wanted to tell them to stop it, but he couldn’t.

He should’ve scooped her up and put her on the sidewalk, resting her broken figure on a bed of grass instead of concrete but he feared that if he even touched her incorrectly then she’d break, entire body fall apart beneath his fingertips as she shattered like a piece of glass.

Rosie cranes her neck and spots her twisted arm, gasping for air that didn’t seem to be making its way into her lungs, Tom places her head back down on the concrete, putting his hand beneath her head so that she had something soft to lay on.

“Your mom’s coming, you hear? So is help but I need you to just lay back and look at me.” Tom speaks carefully, staring into her hazy eyes instead of those that peered on. In the distance he hears sirens, growing closer with each passing second.

Rosie nods as best she can and looks up at Tom, lips trembling.

Pairs of footsteps rush closer, two to be exact and Rosie almost jumps up when she sees’ her mommy, even in a large amount of shock and pain she still tries to get to you. It fails due to the pain erupting through her lower abdomen. Your hair was sprawled around messily, ponytail no longer existent. From the moment they discovered your daughter missing to the moment you saw a crowd forming panicked on the sidewalk your heart rate had accelerated. It was a gut feeling, mothers instincts.

You fall to the concrete, hitting the ground with such force that you were lucky your kneecaps survived the fall and the water immediately soaks your yoga pants, running through the thin material to your legs.

“Rosie- Ro.” You say, “Hey baby.”

You look her up and down, noticing the changes from the little grazes that lined her face to her arm that was twisted sickeningly and her breathes that were harsh, struggled. A set of fingers take your hand, gripping harshly to the point where her nails- as short as they were, dug into your hand.

“It hurts.” She cries, clinging onto your arm with her left hand.

While the drug situation had previously been your worst nightmare, this topped it easily.

“I know it does, but help is coming.” She nods, tears running down her cheeks and you run your thumb over her palm soothingly, even if it were only a small act. You look to Tom who sat on the other side of her, staring with wide eyes. 

“What happened- what the fuck-”

He stops you, looking up. Between the two of you, it was clear that visibly you were more panicked, but on the inside, Tom was terrified. One of the daycare teachers try to clear the road, shooing away the viewers who send you pitiful glances.

“She was hit by a car, it was a hit and run. The ambulance is on the way.”

You nod, looking back to Rosie. “Look at me, Roo. You’re so brave.” You send your daughter the warmest smile you could muster up. “You’re going to be okay.”

“My arm hurts and I can’t- It won’t let me breathe.” She mutters, head drifting back, but Toms' hand remains. He tries to ignore the fact that his hand was slowly growing red, a small puddle of blood forming in his palms.

The ambulance pulls up, coming to a sudden halt a few meters away and you don’t drag your eyes off of your daughter who was almost oblivious, spending the time trying to wiggle her toes that were almost frozen in her shoes.

Your thumb continues to run soft circles. “Just take slow breaths, remember? Like I do when I freak out.”

Over exaggerating it, she takes a deep breath, air entering her lungs slowly- or so you hoped. She holds it for a moment before exhaling and you give her a smile, the paramedics rush over, two of them and you inch away so they can get in, but Rosie only whimpers and tries to get closer to you. You had to trust them with her- but really you wanted to hold her close, pull her into your chest and hope that’d be enough to fix all of her wounds.

The reality of the situation was that you had to trust Rosie with complete strangers, and it was harder to accept then you thought it would be. The next few minutes go by in a blur and you couldn’t recite it even if you raked your brain. But Rosie could. She could recite every word spoken to her by the paramedics, remember exactly how it felt to lay there in the cold and retell just where it hurt. Because even in a state like this, she was attentive.

“Who’s coming in the ambulance?” One of the paramedics ask, red hair pushed back neatly in a ponytail as she glances between you and Tom, who now stared down at his blood struck hands.

You look at him, hearing more sirens in the distance, red and blue lights flashing wildly. “I can’t, the cops-”

“Go, let me sort it.” He pushes, climbing off of the pavement, wiping his hands against his jeans and you blink away any remaining tears, seeing the crimson red that stained his pants.

“Are you sure?” You ask, knowing he meant both situations about whatever happened at the daycare, and with the hit and run.

“You know I can see to it, trust me and go with her, I’ll come down and send you a text when I arrive.” He says, despite the fact that he was doubly himself currently. But the last thing you needed was another thing to worry about.

“Tom-” You start, only for him to cut in.

“Go be with your girl”

Hesitantly, you nod and walk in the direction of the ambulance. While you do that, Tom walks towards the police officers. How he was going to deal with such a situation moments after seeing his own daughter hit and as injured as she was? you weren’t sure but climbed in the back of the vehicle where your daughter was already waiting.

You shake both out of fear, and because of the water that had soaked your clothing, both freezing cold and stuck in a panic of shock and take a seat where you were instructed, not wanting to get in the way. At the same time, you’re an arm's length away from Rosie whos sobs could still be heard.

“Mommy?” She struggles, pushing the hands of the paramedic away. “No!” She tells them again, not being able to see you.

“Yeah?” You speak up just loud enough so that she knows’ you’re there and Rosie stops struggling, craning her neck in the direction of your voice until she can see you from the corners of her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” She tells you as the paramedics begin to get to work. She struggles to see you, wincing as she has to strain her neck. “I-I didn’t mean to get hurt.”

You wipe away threatening tears with your already soaked t-shirt, heart beating erratically as she apologises. “It wasn’t your fault, okay? None of this was your fault.”

She tries to nod and does the best you can and you pull your phone out of your back pocket, going straight to your father's contact. You scroll right past Aidens, feeling bile rest easy in the back of your throat just at the thought of him. At that moment, he was nothing more then dead to you.

-

Tom walks through the hospital halls, wet shoes squeaking against the floor.

He always hated hospitals, especially since the last time he was here- nearly five years ago. But last time he was here for you, now he was here for his daughter. Still, the sight of you in the hospital bed, reasonably battered and stiff had remained in his head to this day. He could still remember your room number, and the colour of the balloons Paddy had gotten you as a ‘get well soon’ present- pink, yellow and blue.

The smell of disinfectant is enough to make him screw his face up, but Tom was surprised to see that the children's ward was much different. While he’d pictured white walls, white chairs and blinds- white everything to say the very least, he was surprised to see that it was in fact, reasonably colourful.

Toys lay scattered in the waiting room, cartoon pictures all over the walls and a tv in the corner plays what could only be a Barbie movie. He almost trips over a toy car, foot instead coming in contact with a plush toy as he makes his way to the front desk.

There were sick kids sitting around the room, some on their parent's laps coughing wildly, while some had casts or cried softly. Some looked sicker then others and it made him worry more about his own child and the case that she was in.

“I’m here to see Rosie Y/L/N?” He rushes out, fascination with the ward disappearing as his hands meet the edge of the counter. Suddenly he wished he’d bought at least a jacket considering his shirt was still drying and sticking to his abdomen in places.

The receptionist types the name into the computer without another word, typing away slower then Tom would’ve liked but he waits patiently, foot tapping away against the floor matching the sound of the clock ticking in the distance.

He runs his fingers over his thumb, the side of it to be more specific, near one of his most recent tattoos and manages to drown out the waiting room chaos for a moment. Rosie- Rose.

“No one under that name has been admitted.” She tells him with a thick American accent.

Tom tilts his head and curses, wondering if he’d gotten the wrong hospital, but quickly backtracks.

“What about Rosie Holland?”

The lady types away again, faster this time before glancing up at Tom, raising a brow at his frazzled state. “What is your relationship with her?”

His foot stops tapping, eyes widening slowly realising that she had his last name- of course she did though because you still had his and despite the situation, he feels a sudden wave of pride which was a change from the constant guilt he’d been feeling lately.

“I’m her father.”

Maybe he only used it because he had a gut feeling they were only letting direct family members see her, or maybe he said it because it was a mere fact. He was her father. Tom took great pride in the word, despite it being the first time he’d properly used it. But he still felt unworthy of it.

She passes over a visitors sticker and Tom slaps it on his wet shirt, “Room 209, floor two.”

He thanks the lady and continues down the hall until he reaches room 209, knocking first. Maybe he hesitated first, debating if seeing her straight away was the best thing to do. It was the first time he’d thought about it since leaving the daycare and now he was doubting himself.

Before he could stop himself he knocks, bruised knuckles hitting the door repeatedly and it swings open, revealing you and a sleeping Rosie, her head plush against the pillow, mouth slightly agape as a line of drool runs down her chin. A hot pink cast covered her right arm and it was the brightest thing in the room, gaining his attention almost straight away.

You look up, hair sticking to your face as you lift your head off of the kid-sized mattress they had provided your daughter with, smiling lightly when you see Tom standing at the entrance a little unsure of himself. Maybe at was an understatement to say that your heart sped up, but after today you looked at him as a hero- even if it was just while you were in a state of pure gratefulness.

“Hey, come in.” You say quietly, listening to the gentle snores that slip your daughter's lips. She sounded peaceful, a change from her consistent cries that had broken your heart only a couple of hours earlier.

Tom shuts the door slowly, making sure it barely makes a sound as it closes and gently pads over to the two of you. It didn’t take very many steps to reach you in the small, shoebox hospital room, dodging the little bed just a smidge too big for the small girl held together by bits of cast and watched carefully by white circles that stuck to her skin, watching every little detail. Waiting for a change.

Drawings were stuck to the walls from previous patients, a selection of stuffed toys lining the windowsill. It was much happier then the hospital rooms upstairs, but an uneasy feeling still settled in the pit of his stomach.

“Hey.” He says, grabbing a seat that sat against the wall and gently placing it down next to you so that he could talk without being too loud. He takes a seat close enough so that he can see the tears that stained your cheeks, bags visible under your eyes and the little baby hairs at the back of your head that were tucked beneath the mucky green hoodie.

He fits comfortably beside you, hands going to his knees instead of the side of the hospital bed.

“Here, my dad bought up some stuff including spare clothes so I don’t need this anymore.” You unwrap the blanket from around your shoulders, snuggling further into the sweat and leggings that your father had generously bought, glancing at the teddy that Rosie held under arms that he’d grabbed too.

“I can’t-” He tries to say, grabbing the woollen blanket only to hand it back.

You shake your head, placing it on his lap. “Tom, take it, please.”

He sighs, knowing you weren’t going to back down and despite the hospital room being warm thanks to the heaters, he was still cold. He wraps it around himself, suddenly engulfed in warmth.

“How is she?”

“She was in a lot of pain before she fell asleep, the doctor said that the painkillers would have kicked in by the time she wakes up though so that’s good.” You look away from your daughter, and instead over to Tom. “She broke her right arm as you can see by the- pink and they said that she took a good hit to the abdomen and did a few scans, there was no internal bleeding but a lot of bruising. She was so lucky she didn’t break her ribs, or puncture a lung but they still want to keep her in overnight, just to keep an eye on her head.”

Concern fills Toms eyes, despite knowing she was okay- or at least as okay as she could be after taking a hard hit like that. A white bandage was wrapped securely around the girls head pushing her curls hard against her forehead and a little spot of blood stained the back of the bandage. Tom forced his eyes away from the site.

“We’re so lucky. I’ve never seen her so scared before, you know?”  You finish, thumb running circles over her palm.

Despite knowing that her injuries for such an incident were only minimal, he felt nervous for the girl that lay still beneath the pooh bear sheets, fingers wrapped around the top pulling them up around her shoulder as she faced her mom, hot pink cast against her hip gently.

“She was so strong,” Tom says, finally finding his voice beneath layers of fear he’d been swallowing up to this point.

“She is.” You smile, eyes remaining on Rosie. “Now she just has to wear that until her arm heals.” There’s an awkward silence that settles for a few moments, before you turn to him in your seat, eyes hooded with stress and exhaustion. “Thank you- for being there for her, if you weren’t then It would’ve been a stranger.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, I just spoke to her.” He tries to tell you, pulling the blanket closer to his chest.

“She told me that. You know if you weren’t there and she tried to get up she could have more injuries then this?” You tell him. “You were there for her, I’m so grateful.”

“I just happened to be there, you know?”

The wind outside caused tree branches to scratch against the window, the awful weather making the day somehow worse then it already was.

The sheets shift as Rosie stirs, rolling onto her back and the two of you watch as she tries to open her eyes, lashes fluttering against her cheeks a few times before she successfully gets them open. Deep, brown eyes scan the room without craning her head too much, headache still vaguely there. She scans until she finds you.

Overcome with a numb feeling, she struggles to make sense of the room, focusing more on the fact that only just before she went to sleep she was in crippling pain, cheeks still puffy and eyes squinted from all the tears she shed. She was exhausted from crying, you both probably were.

“Mommy?”

“Hey.” You smile warmly, your voice no more then a whisper. You lean forward in the seat as she wets her lips. “You remember what happened?”

She nods, blinking a few times to adjust her vision and looks at the man sitting beside her mother with the hair that was like hers, the nice man that had found her when she was hurt. He stares at her, hands pulled up to his lips and eyebrows knitted together. He didn’t know what he was waiting for.

“Hello.” She whispers, suddenly feeling immensely shy.

Tom was shocked, but sits up in his seat, coughing lightly. “Hey.” He loosens his grip on the blanket. “How do you feel?”

“Head hurts.” She groans, reaching up with her left arm to scratch at the bandage and Tom’s quicker then you, taking her hand and placing it back down on top of the sheets. It was true what they said about kids hands being soft because hers sure as hell were and maybe it was weird of him to think that- but it was true.

His hand, purple and blue fading bruises sit on top of hers for a moment, the fading scratches and nail marks on her hand, and the few that scattered up her arm were visible and she lets out an audible gasp at the sight.

“Just like me?” She asks, voice slightly scratchy after just waking up.

He wants to tell the four year old that he got his marks from doing something different- something that was classed as bad and something that she shouldn’t even think of doing but can only nod his head, not wanting to turn this into a lecture about wrong and right when she was wounded and struggling to stay away.

“Just like you, see?” He holds his hand up and Rosie pokes the bruises, her mouth falling agape as she remembers getting little marks like that after falling off of her scooter, or bumping into a wall.

You watch them interact, Rosie somehow radiating both tiredness and confusion at the same time as the clock strikes seven pm. She places his hand back down on the bed, grabbing her teddy that was not leaning over the side of the bed and pulls him into her chest.

“The doctor said you can have your lollypop when you wake up, do you want it right now?” You offer, grabbing it off of the side table. The treat rustles between your fingers.

She nods her head gently, the bandage shifting a little as you unwrap the candy and hand it to her. It was raspberry flavoured, almost as pink as the cast on her arm and places the treat between her lips. Rosie seems to forget about the pain in a moment, instead of focusing on the flavours that were exploding in her mouth.

Dropping her teddy to grab the stick, she pulls it out of her mouth and shoves it in Toms’ direction, waiting patiently for him to grab it.

“Want some?” She offers, the lolly encased in her own saliva.

Tom tries not to screw his face up, her fingers already sticky around the candy and shake his head politely, declining the offer. “I’m okay, thank you though.”

“Mommy?” She hands it over to you, chubby fingers tightly gripping the stick and you shake your head as Tom had only moments earlier.

“It’s yours, Roo, you deserve it.”

She smiles and places it back between her teeth, pain no longer visible in the way she lay back against the sheets, fingers sticking to her teddy that she tugged tightly to her chest, the little dress she’d been wearing was in a bag in the corner replaced by a yellow hospital gown that hung below her elbows, pulled right up to her neck so that she couldn’t play with nor see at least some of the wires.

Tom pushes his seat back, the plastic scraping against the floors uncomfortably. Rosie snaps her head up, wincing as pain shoots through it and grips your hand a little harder. “I should grab a nurse, just to check up on things, you know?”

Tom glances at her little feet that were covered by the sheets, but he could see where they ended, nonetheless. His girl was so small, no smaller then most other four-year-olds but he wasn’t used to being around children so maybe he didn’t know that. Somehow he felt that the little girl in the hospital bed, as small as she was would quickly become his entire world.

“Yeah, good idea.” You reply, looking back to Rosie who was trying to break the lolly with her teeth.

Tom leaves the room, hand gripping the door handle harshly as he tugs it open. Any anger he’d been feeling, all of the frustration that had been replaced with concern and care while he was in that hospital room came back up like bile, his jaw clenching the second the door closed. He stepped out into the hall and leans against the wall, flicking out his phone.

Tom leans against the wall in the hallway, watching to make sure no one listening in before clicking Harry’s contact. He’s met with a familiar ringing sound which continues for a few moments before his brother picks up, not even getting in a hello before Tom’s speaking, his words quick and slightly mumbled as he hurries to get everything out.

“I need you to get Aiden Wilson, I’m sure you remember who that is.”

“Woah- Hello to you too.” Harry chuckles, fingers tapping against his older brothers desk. “Course I remember Wilson.”

Harry leaned back in the easily oversized leather seat, the fire crackling behind him and chucks the pen he’d been holding back down on the wooden desk. Of course his brother had left him with the paperwork.

Tom groans, rubbing his eyes out of pure stress, which was also evident in his voice and how harsh his words were. “This isn’t a fucking joke I need you to get Wilson and I need you to take him down to the warehouse.”

“What happened?” Harry questions, already notifying his twin brother who was only just down the hall.

“I’ll explain everything later but you were right-” Tom lowers his voice as two nurses walk past, turning to face the wall more. “We should’ve just done it.”

“Told you, didn’t I?” Harry remarks, never one to miss a good ‘I told you so’ moment.

Tom felt the need to shout at his brother but sighs deeply, glancing back into the hospital room through the small window that was available. He sees’ Rosie sitting up, talking to you about something and even smiling and feels a pang of jealousy and need to get back in the room.

“Shut the hell up and do it, he’s probably already on the run.” He instructs his younger brother.

“Can do. Anything you want us to do to him?” Harry would admit, he had been craving action lately and now that it was happening, he was beyond excited. Ready to get his hands dirty.

“Whatever the hell you want, just don’t kill him yet. We need to have a chat.”

“Geez, angry Tom is back.” Harry snickers, getting out of his seat and grabbing his coat. “See you later, boss.”

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Izuku x Shy Reader! The reader is one of the many people rooting for Izuku while watching the sports festival. After seeing him in the sports festival he inspired her to work harder to become a hero and even stole her heart. When she runs into the boy she was cheering on, while hanging out at the beach with her friends, she wants to tell him so many things but can’t say them. So she sticks with staring at him with heart eyes until her friends decide to give her a shove in the right direction.

omg this was so cute I could not resist!!!!! I love this so much omg. Also, the reader’ and their quirk is s personalityhighkey based off an oc of mine so I’m doing a lil self-indulgence here lmao. Also I lowkey want to make a part 2 to this

Ever since that day, you pledged to work harder. What day would that be? The sports festival of course! When you saw his bright green hues full of hope and determination and kindness all at the same time while fighting his opponents, you found a new motivation.

You had always wanted to be a hero, even before your quirk appeared! And when it did you were ecstatic. However, your mother wasn’t so much. Your father had left you and your family to pursue his hero career, only to die in a terrible accident at the height of his career.

Since then, your mother had hated heroes. She knew that they did good, but at the same time, she would not interact with them at all. And she would not let you interact with them.

It was a bit of a sad childhood, but your hopes of being a hero continued to grow exponentially throughout the years. When your younger sister and brothers were born, you vowed to protect them no matter what.

So you trained behind your mother’s back. For years you would go to the gym and train every day. And when the time came for the UA entrance exam, you told her the truth. When you left that day, she as fuming.

By the time you came back, she had packed your bags and put them on the porch outside the house.

You were lucky enough to find an old lady who let you take the smallest apartment in the building she owned in exchange for your work. So when your UA acceptance letter came in, you knew that doing all of that work behind your mother’s back and leaving your family was the right choice, even if it hurt.

But after being in class 1B for a couple months, you couldn’t help but see everyone as if they were on a whole other level. Even though you trained so hard and trained just as much as everyone else, you couldn’t improve.

You began to lose hope. You began to lose confidence. You were even thinking about dropping out after the sports festival. But after seeing his fights, you knew that you had to keep fighting.

He gave you the inspiration and motivation to keep going ahead with your dreams. He reignited the fire in your heart and you would be forever thankful for that.

But the more you trained, the more you thought of him, the more you saw him in the halls or even on the damn news, the more you fell head over heels for him even though you had never talked to him.

So when the UA summer camp was attacked, instead of running away, you chose to fight with Midoriya Izuku on your mind. At the time you were with Tetsu and Kendou. When they chose to go after the source of the gas, you followed the fires.

It was possibly the worst thing you could’ve done.

You got burned that day. Badly. Your shoulder sustained 3rd-degree burns and would be permanently scarred and a portion of your hair was burned.

But a the same time… you didn’t regret doing it. You were able to get two unconscious girls out of the way of danger, scooping them up with your hair. Afterall, your quirk gave you the ability to control your hair, so you might as well use it to protect those around you.

You were let out of the hospital the morning after, your friends from 1B waiting for you. To see their happy and healthy faces made you happy. And you realized just how great it was to be a hero.

——-

“Are you ready for today’s training (Y/N)-chan?” Kendou asked, tying her mask with precise expertise.

You nodded quietly, pulling your costume over your form. A simple black bodysuit and a headpiece that supported your neck and head. It was simple and pretty much unimpressive.

You couldn’t help the sigh that left you as you looked at your figure in the mirror of the locker room.

“What’s wrong (Y/N)-san?” Ibara asked.

You shook your head. “Nothing…I just think I should redo my costume soon. It’s too…bland.”

“Now don’t say that!” Pony exclaimed, jumping on your back. “I think it fits you really well! It’s simple but also very cool! In America, people would say it’s on fleek.” Pony explained with a wink.

You couldn’t help the giggle that left your lips. “Maybe you’re right Pony.”

The girls left the locker room soon after that, the group of 8 making their way to gym gamma. Kendo glanced at your left shoulder, which was bare due to the arms of your costume being temporarily modified for your burn. Although it was completely healed and only the scar was left, you liked having your arms exposed. It gave you a bit more of a unique look and not a Black Widow from Avengers look.

“How’s your scar?” Kendou asked.

“It’s okay.” You said, your voice dropping. “At first I was self-conscious about it, but now I see it as a reminder of my journey to be a hero…so I don’t mind it being on display.” You gave Kendou a wide smile, which she returned.

As you walked into Gym Gamma with the rest of class 1B, you were more than surprised to see class 1A. Your eyes scanned the group of 20 students.”

“Looking for your little crush?” Pony teased, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Your cheeks turned a bright pink as you whirled around to face her. Behind her were Yui and Setsuna, their smirks as apparent as Pony’s sparkly eyes. “W-what?! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You exclaimed.

Sestuna smirked at you, her eyes full of mischief. “As if! You’ve been obsessed with the Mi-”

“Tokage do I need to put you on house arrest?” Vlad king suddenly said in his loud and booming voice that made you jump, even though his threat was aimed at Sestuna and not at you.

“Sorry Sensei.” The green haired girl said, rubbing the back of her head nervously.

You listened to Aizawa explained the exercise to the classes, how we would be fighting one on one with another person from the other class. You couldn’t help the anxiety coursing through your veins as the first pair went through.

“Class 1A is so experienced and good! How can I even put up a fight against any of them?” You thought as Pony and Tokoyami fought. Pony put up a really good fight but in the end, Tokoyami was a bit too strong.

The class continued like this, the heroes in training fighting against each other. Some 1B students even won their battles! but the amount of 1A students winning theirs made you worry.

Sooner than you would’ve liked, all your classmates had already gone leaving only you and the monster of class 1A. Bakugou Katsuki.

“You got this!” Kendou cheered, giving you a pat on your back. You smiled back at her before turning and starting for the arena. However, you were stopped as a foot came down to your trailing hair.

You yelped in pain and looked back. Monoma was the one standing on a chunk of your hair, but he was looking away from you. “Go kick his butt for me.” He said nonchalantly. You smiled and nodded, knowing that this was his way of showing how much he was supporting you. “And learn to pick up your hair for Christ’s sake.” He ordered, stepping off your locks.

Your cheeks turned a bright red in embarrassment but used your quirk to bring your hair up to your shoulders. Your hair was longer than anyone could ever imagine and looked like a huge obstacle in hero work, but it was necessary for your quirk. Afterall, with your quirk, you could control your hair like it was a separate limb, but you couldn’t grow it at will. So it only reached out as long as your hair was- 10 feet and counting.

You stood on the opposite end of the fighting arena, your hair at rest. The second Aizawa yelled out “go”, you charged forward, aiming to grab Bakugou’s legs and swing him out of bounds.

However, he was faster and stronger due to his explosion quirk. He got to you quicker than you expected and sent you flying across the stage with a well-placed explosion to your stomach, but he didn’t knock you out.

Taking a stand from where you stood, you let your hair launch forward, two large chunks striking around him like whips while another two strands attempted to grab at his ankles.

But he was just too good.

Using his explosions he warded off your attacks before launching forward, aiming for your left side, where the chunk of hair in front was still recovering from the burning it took that summer.

He knew it was your weak spot and he was going after it.

Fear overtook you and as your fight or flight response kicked in, you made your choice.

You fled into yourself.

Retracting your hair, you made a shield around yourself before using small bits of your hair and having them stick out of the small ball you made around you so ward off Bakugou.

You flinched as you felt explosions rock through your body over and over again. If you didn’t think of a plan quickly, you’d lose. You couldn’t do that. No, you didn’t want to, especially with both classes watching.

Especially with…

Midoriya watching.

In a single second, you unraveled your barrier, letting your hair swirl around like a crazy hurricane. You internally cheered as a chunk wrapped around Bakugou’s torso. Running past him, you turned and started to throw him out of bounds, only to have him dig his feet into the ground and use the momentum to through you out of bounds.

You groaned as you tumbled across the concrete. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. The fight didn’t even last 5 minutes.

You gripped at the loose dirt that sat overtop the concrete in an effort to keep your emotions under control.

“Hey, do you need some help getting up?” A gentle voice asked.

You swore your heart stopped. You knew that voice. I mean, how could you forget? Looking up, you were eye to eye with Midoriya Izuku. His hand was outstretched to you.

You nodded slowly and took his hand, letting him practically pull you up himself.

“That was a really good fight you know,” Midoriya said, letting go of your hand.

“What?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “I didn’t even last 5 minutes and my attack just got turned against me. It was a terrible fight.” You shook your head.

“Thanks for trying to make me feel bet-”

“I’m not lying. It was really good! Your quirk is really unique and has so many possible uses!” Midoriya exclaimed, motioning to your (h/c) locks.

You looked between your hair and Midoriya in shock. “Really?”

“Ye-”

“Midoriya please hold off on the geeking out until after class.” Aizawa cut off.

You turned, suddenly remembering that a whole two classes were still in here with you and Midoriya. “Ah! I’m sorry Aizawa-sensei!” As you turned to go back to your own class, a hand clamped down on your wrist.

Looking back your (e/c) met with Midoriya’s green hues. “Can we meet up after class? I’d love to get to know more about your quirk and fighting style.”

You couldn’t help the rosy pink that coated your cheeks at his statement. He wanted to get to know you? Boring old you? You nodded quickly.

“That sounds really nice.”

[danfanciesphil]

Dan vs the inflatable thing that cant stop hugging phil

This is so great lmao

ty ty ty x

“I just don’t like it.” Dan says for the third time, much to Phil’s despair. 

“Dan, it’s just a stupid thing I bought off the internet to be funny-”

“Will you just take it off, please?” 

Phil turns to look over his shoulder at the inflatable gargoyle’s face. It grins at him happily. A harmless friend. 

Phil sighs, beginning to disentangle himself. “Fine.” 

As soon as the thing begins to deflate, Dan visibly relaxes, his muscles easing of their tension as the stupid costume melts into a puddle at Phil’s feet. 

*

Phil doesn’t dare bring it out again until Halloween. 

That’s why he bought the damn thing, after all. It cost him £20 - he’s wearing it to the party. The only difficulty will be getting it past Dan on his way out of the door. 

As it turns out, he needn’t bother worrying, as Dan bursts into his room anyway, halfway through a concerned sentence about how he feels cliché and boring going as a vampire yet again. 

Phil stares at him, a half-inflated demon-gargoyle clinging to his back like a limp orangutan clutching on to its mother. 

“I think you make a cute vampire.” Phil says weakly. 

Dan purses his lips. “You’re not wearing that.” 

“Sorry?” 

“The stupid inflatable thing.” Dan elaborates, quite unnecessarily. Phil straightens his shoulders, making the gargoyle rustle. “I told you I don’t like it.” 

“Dan, don’t you think you’re being a little-”

Before Phil can finish his own sentence, Dan is stalking towards him, the dark shadow he’s applied around his eyes giving his glare a more menacing vibe than it normally might. 

Dan reaches around Phil’s waist and grabs the battery pack sitting on the small of Phil’s back, humming away. He yanks, hard, and a loud ‘rrriiiippp’ sound tears through the air. 

When Dan steps away, he holds the battery pack in his hand, torn away from the costume. He looks triumphant. 

Phil gapes at him, feeling the monster encircling him begin to slowly deflate, until its more of a cape than anything else. 

“Dan!” Phil cries, grabbing at the tatters of his ruined costume. “Why did you do that? This was expensive!” 

Dan hurls the battery pack, now useless and devoid of life, across the room. 

He stares Phil in the eye, breathing hard. “I told you I don’t like it.” He grits out. 

“But why?!” Phil asks, feeling himself grow irritated. He doesn’t enjoy getting angry, so he tries to avoid it. But right now, he feels it’s justified. “It was just a stupid costume, Dan, you didn’t have to break it!” 

“You were teasing me with it!” Dan shouts accusatorially. 

Phil stares at him, dumbfounded by this answer. “What?”

“Look,” Dan says, shifting from one foot to the other in frustration. “I know you’re pissed off that I won’t do PDA shit with you on camera.” 

Phil’s mouth falls open, utterly astonished by how Dan’s brain works at this point. The demon gargoyle falls to a puddle at his feet. 

“But you don’t need to get a fucking inflatable Halloween sex doll and parade about with it and fucking make out with it in front of all our subscribers to make me jealous or whatever.” Dan rants. “I’m already pissed off with myself, Phil. I know it makes you unhappy that I force you to hide our relationship from the public, but I can’t help it, I’m just not ready-”

“Dan, woah!” Phil interrupts, shaking his ankles free of the deflated gargoyle in order to walk over to Dan. “That is not why I bought the costume!”

Dan snorts, looking at him with derision. “Yeah, right. You just thought it was a good investment.”

Phil sighs, wondering how on earth he’s supposed to explain something this absurd. “I don’t know, maybe I did at the time!” He places his hands on Dan’s shoulders, tentatively, trying to ignore the rigidity he finds there. “I’m an impulsive person, I just saw a cool thing on Amazon and bought it! No ulterior motives, I swear.” 

Dan eyes him suspiciously, then sighs. “Then it has to have been a subconscious thing.” He shrugs Phil’s hands off his shoulders, moving to sit on the bed. “You can’t tell me you would have pretended to get off with the stupid thing for your video if I wasn’t filming you.” 

Phil watches him, considering this. Eventually, he shrugs, moving over to the bed to sit beside Dan. “I don’t know.” He says truthfully. “Maybe you’re right, I guess. I didn’t really think about it. But I didn’t consciously mean to upset you.”

“I don’t like seeing you being all flirty for our fans.” Dan tells him, sounding pained. 

“Even if it’s with an inflatable gargoyle?” Phil can’t help asking, the bubble of a giggle hidden in his words.

Dan finds a nearby cushion and hits him with it. “Yes, okay?! I’m crazy and possessive. It doesn’t matter that it wasn’t a real person. It matters that everyone saw you doing that with someone that isn’t me and-”

Phil swoops in, kissing Dan hard on the cheek. He gets some flakes of fake blood in his mouth, but it’s worth it, because Dan visibly melts under the affection. 

“I’m sorry.” Phil tells him sincerely. “I didn’t think about how it might... affect you.”

Dan sighs, placing his head in his hands for a moment. “You think I’m mental.” 

“Yes,” Phil confirms, making Dan look up in surprise. Phil smiles at him. “But you’re my mental case, and I love you for it. So it’s fine.” 

Phil wraps an arm around Dan’s shoulders, tugging him in for a hug. Dan collapses against his chest, closing his eyes as Phil holds him there. 

“So no more flirting with strange beasts on camera?” Dan asks.

“Does that include the strange beast hugging me right now?” 

Dan slaps him on the leg, but chuckles. “No, that’s okay. But not too obviously.”

“Duh.” 

“Well...” Dan says after a moment. “Maybe it could be a bit more obvious.”

Phil looks down at him in surprise. “Really?”

“We basically flirt for fifteen minutes every time we film a gaming video anyway.” Dan says, quite rightly. “I don’t see much wrong with hamming it up a bit.”

Phil chuckles, then leans down to press a kiss to the top of Dan’s head. “Okay.”

“Oh, and Phil?” Dan says. 

“Mmhmm?” 

“I’m gonna burn that costume.” 

“Noted.” 

[chim-chimmie]

Eye Contact (M.)

✧ Pairing: Jungkook x reader

✧ Genre: smut

✧ Word count: 3.7k

✧ Description: Your boyfriend Jungkook was still a virgin, until one night both of you got heated up and it turned out a lot better than you ever expected.

✧ A/N: This is my first smut ever posted. I tried to make slightly sub!jk but my heart can’t lmao. Still I hope you enjoy it and please leave any feedback! And sorry if my english isn’t always correct, it’s not my first language. Enjoy y’all <3

✧ Parts: 1 | 2 

You were laying on your bed, watching TV and getting more and more bored. Jungkook has been in the shower for only 3 minutes but it seemed like a whole hour. You just needed to do something exciting, to try something new and to spice yourself up a bit. Especially your sex life. Even though you and Jungkook were together for almost a year now, you still haven’t had sex. And that’s because he’s a virgin. Of course you respected him wanting to wait and you don’t want to rush into it if he’s still not ready. You love him, he loves you and that’s basically everything that matters. But every time he was lying next to you, kissing you, touching you or even just looking at you, you would immediately feel yourself heating up. “Why are you blushing again, honey?” he would always ask laughingly, finding it cute actually. You shook your head every time, even though you wanted to moan into his ear and tell him how much you wanted, no, how much you needed him. He is so adorable, sexy, hot and incredibly beautiful. You still couldn’t believe you got yourself a boyfriend like him. You know you’re hot yourself too, but still. You were such a lucky girl. Sometimes you entered the bathroom “by accident” when he was showering, so you could get a little sneak peak of his manly body. God damn, when you saw those shoulders the last time, you could’ve just cum right there by only looking at it. And those thighs…

“Y/N? W-what are you doing?” you heard a serious voice saying. 

You immediately jumped up from your laying position and looked up, seeing it was Jungkook who came fresh out of the shower. He was only wearing a towel around his waist, showing off his whole upper body, which was very rare. His hairs were still wet, all messed up and partly sticking to his forehead. You got lost in your sexual fantasies of Jungkook so deep, you didn’t even realize your right hand has wandered to the most sensual parts of your body. And he saw that. 

“N-nothing… I- uh- you know, I just needed to relax a bit, so yeah” you stuttered, hoping this excuse was good enough for him to believe it.

You waited for him to respond but he didn’t. Instead he was staring at you deeply, it was actually a bit intimidating. Then he slowly walked over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed, not breaking the eye contact. 

There it was, that feeling again. You felt yourself burning up by now admiring his broad shoulders, veiny arms and visible abs. Then you looked him back in the eyes, which clearly darkened now. The air between you two was so sensual now and you could feel your arousal. Fuck, he turned you on so much by literally doing nothing. 

After a few more moments of deep eye contact, you saw something moving a little bit between under his towel. It was so obvious. You looked down at the clearly visible bulge which was covered by the towel.

“Jungkook…” you whispered laying your hand on his right shoulder. He didn’t only look hot but he also felt hot. Just as yours, his body was heated up like hell. You came closer to him, now putting your hand on his back and stroking it. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. But he couldn’t. His lower lip was just hanging in the air and you slowly turned in to lick it. 

“Y/N…” he whispered and you could feel the slight moan hiding in his word. 

“Yes, what is it baby?” you asked him, looking at his bulge again.

“Uh… I… You.. Well…” he seemed to try hard to create a whole sentence but he just couldn’t do it. You knew how he felt because you were as turned on as he was. You put your finger on his lips, showing him that he didn’t need to say anything. You went in for a kiss and you thought the time has finally come. As the kiss got wetter, so did your panties. But suddenly Jungkook stopped and pushed you away softly. You looked at him in confusion just the way he was looking at you. 

“Jungkook, is there anything wrong?” you tried to make sure that he’s totally fine and comfortable.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. We should be getting ready, our dinner reservation in the restaurant is in 20 minutes” he said quietly, turning his head away. You just looked at him, saying nothing. You could feel him blushing even though you didn’t see his face properly. 

Since you didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, you gave him a kiss on his hot cheek and nod.

He payed for the delicious meal and you two got up to leave the fancy restaurant. Jungkook and you were the typical cheesy couple that you could only see in movies and k-dramas. Everyone would get jealous of seeing you two walking down the street, laughing at each other and doing all those cute stuff. You were happy with him, really. But that night was different. As you two were walking home, no one said a word. It was strange. You tried to figure out what the reason was, so you straight up asked him. He turned his head away again and you could feel him blush again since his hand started feeling warmer in yours. He squeezed your hand and stopped walking. You followed his actions and he pulled you closer to him. He held you in his big arms. His eyes darkened again, you could see it perfectly thanks to the street lights. Jungkook now took your face with both of his hands and came as close to your face as possible without actually touching it. 

After a long minute of silence, he finally spoke, “Look Y/N, I am so sorry about what happened before we got to the restaurant. I’m just so shy. I know how much you want it…” 

You nodded and were kind of annoyed so you rolled your eyes. “Yeah but I know you want it too” you said under your breath, hoping he didn’t actually hear that.

He brought his lips to your ear, leaving a few breaths behind and then whispering, “Oh baby… you don’t even know how much I want it.”  He gasped and neither one of you could believe what he actually just said. You closed your eyes, thinking this was all a dream because again it turned you on so much.

You stayed in that position for a while until you spoke up, “then tell me how much you want it, oppa.” As you finished that sentence you could feel him growing between your legs. 

Without saying anything you grabbed his arm, pulling you along with him as you started walking back home to get there as quick as possible.

- - -

The door hasn’t even closed yet and you two were all over each other. The kiss was hot and passionate, your stomach was filled with butterflies and your whole body was electric from his touches. Still kissing you two slowly moved to the bedroom. You gently pushed him on the bed and sat on top of him. You stopped kissing him and leaned him back on the bed so he was laying comfortably. His mouth was still open, he wanted to feel your lips more. But you just sat there, feeling his bulge under your skirt. Your hand wandered on every inch of his upper body, feeling his smooth skin burn up again. You leaned forward a bit, taking a deep look in his eyes and smirking. Your hands now touched his muscular chest and he was holding back his moan. Your smirk turned into a big smile. 

“Wh-what is it Y/N? Why are you looking at me like that?”, he stuttered shyly.

You came even closer to his face, “Why? Can’t I look at you? Just a few hours ago you got turned on by me looking you in your eyes.”

He blushed. “I… I know. And I am again.”

Your hands were on his cheeks and you slowly brushed over them with your thumbs. 

“I can feel it, Jungkook. And I can tell you it feels so good”, you almost whispered, “but you still didn’t tell me how much you want this.”

You expected him to turn his head away again but he didn’t. He didn’t reply right away but he still kept eye contact. The tension between you two was building up fast and your heart could explode any second. 

He finally spoke, “Y/N… I thought you were beautiful and sexy since the first day we met. And to be honest I wanted you since then. I didn’t want to rush things because I love you. But everytime you are near me, touching me and kissing me I would want more. I wanna touch you so badly and I wanna kiss every inch of your beautiful and hot body. God damn, I want you so much you wouldn’t even believe me. So please, baby…” 

For a second it left you speechless. Those words were so cheesy and cute yet they turned you on even more, knowing he wanted you too.

You responded with a kiss and started grinding slightly on top of him. Jungkook put his hands around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. This went on for a few minutes until you couldn’t hold it anymore. You pulled away from the kiss, keeping up the friction between your legs. He now breathed out heavily. You decided to take off your shirt and bra. He watched you carefully as you took them off and throw them next to the bed. You weren’t shy about your body.

“O-oh… my… g-god! Y/N! You are so beautiful I can’t believe it. C-can I touch them?” he asked politely and blushing. 

He expected to hear a yes but you shook your head, “Jungkook, I want you to look me in the eyes. No matter what I do next, don’t ever look away. And don’t do anything else.” As much as you hated saying this because you wanted him to admire your body. But you wanted to tease him at first, letting him feel how you felt everytime he was half naked in front of you but you couldn’t do anything about it.

And that’s what he did. You reached in for a deep, long kiss again and when you pulled away, you lifted up your skirt. He couldn’t help but look that way, seeing your soaked wet panties directly above his bulge. Remembering what you told him, he quickly apologized and caught your eyes again. 

You smiled, slowly rubbing yourself on his lap, adding a hand to your pussy. You let out a slight moan and Jungkook joined you. He was so turned on by the friction your lower parts caused and of course it was a pleasure to him. But the way you teased was also killing him. You know you could take him immediately but you wanna have a bit fun too. 

You leaned back, supporting yourself with your left hand. Your right hand was still rubbing your pussy.

“Jungkook… You’re gonna put my panties aside now but remember to still look me in my eyes, baby” you spoke trying to tease him even more with words.

“And what if I don’t?” he asked playfully, teasing you back.

“Well then I’m gonna get myself off on you but you won’t get anything. You’re just gonna get left here with your big bulge and gotta take care of it yourself. We don’t want that, do we?”

He shook his head, reaching his hands to pull your panties aside as you told him. You moaned loudly by his touch because it was the first time he ever touched you there. And it felt so hella good. He smirked but he didn’t know what would happen next. You told him to hold the panties aside so you can touch yourself effortlessly. 

As you put your middle finger on your clit you let out a loud moan again. You rubbed it in circles and then you went down your slit to just realize how perfectly your finger slid in since you were so wet. Still holding the intense eye contact with Jungkook, you fingered yourself. Now adding another finger, and later a third one. You weren’t full enough, your fingers alone could never be enough. Still you moaned as he watched you pleasing yourself right on top of him.

“D-does it feel good, Y/N?” he asked shyly.

“It does, baby. How does it feel like watching your girl fucking herself on top of you?” you responded.

“You can’t believe how hot it looks like.”

You were close to your orgasm and you were desperate for him to touch you. 

You stopped, pulling your fingers out of your wet pussy. They were soaking in your pussy juices and you held your fingers in front of Jungkook’s mouth. He looked at you, opening his mouth but quite unsure. You nodded to confirm his thoughts and he took each finger separately in his mouth to get the full taste of your pussy.

“You taste so sweet” he moaned. 

“Jungkook, please touch me. Make me cum, I was already so close” you begged him, sounding as desperate as ever.

He put his left thumb on your clit, teasing it. While his right index and middle finger pushed deep into you, he still looked you in the eyes.

“It feels so much better now, Jungkook”, you moaned even louder and started humping against him to get your pleasure as high as possible. Jungkook pumped his fingers faster into you, rubbing your clit slowly at the same time.

“Aish, Y/N… You feel so good, it’s so warm and wet oh my god. I wanted to make you cum for such a long time baby. Hope I’m doing it right… Ahh you’re so hot”

As those words left his lips your walls clenched around him. You hit your orgasm and it was the best one you’ve had in a really long time. Everything burnt inside of you. Jungkook enjoyed the view of making you cum all over him. He stopped the finger work and you collapsed over him, your legs still shaking. As caring as he is, he put his arms around your waist and turned you over so now he was the one on top. 

“Y/N, that was the hottest thing ever. Can I now look at your body please?” he asked.

You needed a few seconds before you could answer because your breath was still uneven and heavy. Then you whispered “yes” and as soon those words left your lips he got up in a sitting position between your legs.

Jungkook started touching your thighs, his eyes following his movements. He was going upwards, stopping at your hips where your skirt was still to be found. He slowly took it off together with your panties. Now you were laying totally naked in front of him while he was still fully clothed. He bent over you, taking off his shirts. Fuck, you thought. He went in for a kiss, which turned out to be as long as ever. At least it seemed like it. He left your lips, slowly going down on you. He kissed your neck and probably every single inch of it. As he went lower he used his tongue. When he reached your rock hard nipples already you let out a moan. He circled around both your nipples with his tongue tip. Then he covered your boob as much as possible with his whole mouth, sucking on it. He seemed to really enjoy it because he’s been doing it for a while now. Jungkook stopped and looked up to you. God, it was so freaking hot looking at him going down on you. He observed you as he kissed his way down until he reached the top of your pussy. You grabbed him slightly by his hair and he spoke, “Y/N, you are such a goddess I swear”, he kissed and licked the inner of your thighs, “I can’t believe you are so sexy, beautiful and oh god… so stunning. You drive me crazy. Finally, I can admire and love this gorgeous body of yours. You’re all mine, jagiya.”

Before you could even react to that you hissed at feeling his hot tongue on your clit without a warning. He moved his tongue all the way up and down and in circles.

“J-jungkook… Are you fucking sure this is your first time? Because fuck that tongue of yours is making me see stars” you gasped.

He chuckled and was actually happy you liked it. “I don’t know baby, maybe it’s just luck.”

He kept going on and your stomach started building up a knot inside of you.

“Baby, you taste so delicious…”

You pushed his head away, he looked at you in confusion. “Wasn’t this good? I’m sorry, tell me what-“

“Fuck no Jungkook I can’t take it anymore, I need to feel you inside of me. Right now!” you said as you turned him over so you were in charge again. You took off his pants but you decided to give him a little pleasure too. Now you were the one going down on him, starting from his neck. Sounds escaped from his lips which you thought you would never hear and it was like music to your ears. Your lips stopped at the top of his underwear and you took off his underwear so slowly it was driving him insane. When you looked up you saw your hot boyfriend observing you as you finally threw his underwear away. You looked down on his dick again and you couldn’t help but stare at it. His dick was quite big but what amazed you was the thickness.

“Damn, Jungkook. You’re so big and nice honestly” you wanted him to know. He smirked.

The pre-cum was already all over his tip so you took one finger and spread the pre-cum all over his cock to get him wet a little.

“Aahh, Y/N!!” Such a beautiful moan.

Now you used your whole hand to stroke him. You placed your tongue on his tip, circling around it. As you put your mouth around his dick and actually started sucking him, more moans left his swollen lips, sounding heavier and uneven. You went on for a while until your pussy started clenching and you told yourself you need to get filled.

You got up and placed your waist directly above his beautifully shaped cock. You teased as you took his dick to only stroke it along your wet pussy but don’t entering. Before you sat down to feel his cock inside you, you kissed him again and heard him moan your name in your mouth.

“Yes, what is it Jungkook? What do you want?” you asked, his tip already at the entrance of your pussy.

“I want to feel your sweet pussy around my dick… please…”

Then you lowered your hips, him fully entering you. You both moaned, uneven, but still sounding harmonizing with each other. You leaned forward so you could see his hot face better while you ride him. You moved back and forward while kissing him and touching his whole upper body. He grabbed your ass with one hand and your boob with the other.

“Damn, Y/N. I don’t even know what to touch first but I want my hands all over you.”

As he said that he turned you over to let you lay down on your back, not pulling his dick out. He rested his elbows right over your shoulders. He started thrusting into you slowly and you were about to go insane.

“Jungkook, fuck me harder and faster babe” you moaned.

He didn’t want to resist and did what you said as grabbing your hips. You put your legs around his waist so the thrusts could go deeper. He laid his head right next to yours and you could hear him breathe heavily right into your ear.

“Y/N, your pussy feels so tight and good around my cock”, he whispered, “you’re driving me crazy-ahhh… Fuck, I imagined you feeling good but this exceeds my expectations. I could fuck you like this all the time. B-but is it good like that? Princess just tell me if I can do something differently.”

Dirty talk turned you on so much and he was already so good at it. You started clenching around him as you felt heating up even more and coming closer to your second orgasm.

“Ahh fuck Y/N you make it so difficult for me to last like that.”

You smirked and turned your head a bit so you could reach his ear. You sucked on his earlobe and licked him behind his ears down to his neck. Jungkook’s thrusts got heavier and sloppier. He was close too.

“Jungkook, please cum. I’m not lasting long neither, so please fill me up with your cum.”

He only needed a few more hard thrusts until he lifted his head above yours looking you in your eyes again and moaning your name as he came. You felt his warm cum spurting inside you and he looked and sounded so hot while cumming. As he rode out his high, you reached your own orgasm too, clenched even more around him and pulled his face closer to yours.

“Gosh princess, looking at your beautiful face while you get to cum because of me is the hottest thing in the world” Jungkook smirked and you smiled. “And I love you so much, Y/N. Thank you so much for this.” He was still on top of you and still inside you.

You chuckled and said, “I love you too Jungkook, more than anything else. But you don’t have to thank me for letting you fuck me though.”

You both laugh and he flipped over to lay right next to you and put his sexy arm around you.

“It’s polite baby”, he looked at you, still couldn’t believe what just happened.

“Oh so you wanna be a good boy for me?”

He turned his head away and blushed.

[girlhb]

ahem... girl hb sending oppa some sexy photos while he's at work :x

o noo…  it’s filth lmao

taekwoon/(girl)hongbin, nc17, 650w

thefirst image came in a little after nine in the morning. hongbin wasstill drowsy, taekwoon could tell by the way she smiled: lop-sided,with her face swollen with sleep. she had been dressed then. coveredby the frumpy t-shirt she always wore to bed, with nothing butpanties underneath. taekwoon had known this only because he hadkissed her good-by that morning, had seen her curled up in theblankets with one bare leg peeking out from underneath the covers.

inthe photograph, she looked charming enough. smiling kindly with herhair tousled and fanned out across her pillow. but then the secondimage had come in and her shirt had been discarded. hongbin: spreadout across their queen sized bed in nothing but her summery pinkpanties low on her small, thin hips. her milky white skin brightenedby the glow of lamplight and all her dimples showing.

taekwoondidn’t have to see the next image to know what to expect; and yet,there he was, poorly hidden in his work cubicle with his head boweddeeply over the screen of his phone as hongbin—smiling with hereyes closed and her face flushed a bright pink—covered her chestwith one hand and her legs crossed to hide all the little bitstaekwoon wanted to see most. she had taken off the panties; he couldsee them bunched beside her bare thigh; harsh and impossibly brightagainst the soft lilac of their bedding.

me10:04

ican’t believe you…

hngbn10:04

ucan ;)

hisphone chimed for a fourth time and he told himself—beggedhimself—to leave it unread, because the phones were ringing andthere was work to be done. he had emails to respond to and a bossthat expected much of him; it was still early, and his shift was nothalf over.

sohe pocketed the phone without looking and felt it vibrate against histhigh. and then again, a second later; and with curiosity burning lowin his belly, taekwoon hunched over his workload, frustrated. he lastedjust short of a minute. it was dreadful, knowing perfectly well whathongbin was sending and forcing himself to not take a glance—atleast just one—that, really, he couldn’t expect more fromhimself.

buthe regretted it. more than regretted it. he hated himself foropening the messages and seeing her there, naked and beautiful andglowing under artificial light with her skin smooth and soft even inpictures.

sheposed in one with her knees together but her small hand low on herbelly, delicate fingers inching ever lower. and in another: thecamera focused so low taekwoon couldn’t see her face, only the sharpline of her hip bones and the fleshy inner parts of her thighs. butit was the last message—a video, lasting no more than 20seconds—that really hurt him. it opened with the camera focused onher swollen lips, mouthing a soundless oppa before the imagepanned down her body—so small and not at all fragile—until itcame to her closed legs. slowly, she opened them, exposing for aterribly long moment the delicate image of her cunt; pink and wet.

shetouched herself, playing briefly with her clit that was swollenagainst her finger; and in the same instant, taekwoon watched—dazedand miserably hard inside his pants—as hongbin slipped a fingerinside herself. he imagined, in the burning silence around him, thesounds she made; breathless whimpers as she wriggled her hips, takingher own finger all the way in.

andthen the video cut out and taekwoon was left with his ears burningand a pain blossoming inside him. there was nothing he could do—nota damn thing he could even say, not even after her last message camein:

hngbn10:31

loveyou, my oppa~ come home soon :*

[lazulii-rain]

don’t mind me, i’ve decided to start keeping a physical log of my experiences in life just to get them down and have a place to record the beautiful events transpiring. i doubt anyone will read these but me, but if you are reading this, sorry to drop you in the middle of my life lol. should have started at a more focused point. BUT ITS ALL TOO BEAUTIFUL AND JUST FOR ME ANYWAY

ill be totally writing a recap of everything since the moment we met and probably before, a chronicle of my life so i can go back because my memory suuuucks and i don’t want to lose a moment of this.  (BAE, Before Anyone Else. It’s very special to usss and i’m the first/only person my hunny has ever called that. i used to use it ironically but now only use it for my Bae. c: ) 

OKAY. 08/18/18...heh (oops forgot to post when i finished writing it. lol)  My love has a day off today; so I was excited to spend my day with him, but also aware of the fact I wouldn’t get a lot of what I had to finish completed. I design logos, t-shirts and tattoos, have a few projects on the go that I need to work on. But he is more important in my opinion. awoke really early to the annoying Luna (black tabby who belongs to my roommate) EATING PEACHY’S FOOD. (also roomates orange tabby, but not really his bc her previous abusive owner abandoned her and he complained about having her... So we kind of bonded. she used to be a super anxious kitty until attaching to my Bae and I.)  First time I got up and shooed her away, but that woke Bae up. and when I heard her back at it I whipped a wooden spoon at her from the bed, so that he was not disturbed. Gave up after that and drifted back to sleep because hunny flung his arm & leg over me, so I was trapped as heck and loving every second of it (tho my face was kinda buried so I couldn’t breathe lmaoooo)  When he woke up, we were both in funny sassy moods, I showered while he played guitar and drank his coffee, as I was waiting to go get one at Tim’s. We got chicken wraps because I was so hungry I literally couldn’t decide what to get, I wanted everything, so he chose for us loool. ♥ cutie. He managed to make a giant sploosh with his coffee all over one of the tie dye shirts I made him for his birthday, by squeezing the coffee too tight (He is clumsy yet capable of longboarding fullspeed holding a pizza and an open coffee.... lmao.. how does that work? :P) and he had a funny looking shirt for the day but it’s okay because he is adorable no matter what. There was also victims of his spill all over the floor and table, for losing a tiny bit of coffee it was an impressive blood bath. I had an iced coffee obviously because it was hot outside, he’ll get a hot coffee even in like 32C degree weather, because he’s satan like that looool. On the way to the bus stop I was concerned that there was a strange vibe and we both confirmed our desire for an authentic, respectful, loving adventurous life together, and my worry quickly faded. He put his arm around me and we vaped and drank our coffee, our bus came pretty instantly and we were off. Our friend wrote a very insightful and inspiring story about mediation and consciousness, but I had a few things I didn’t agree with/wanted to add onto, so I am in the process of writing out my review on it as he’d like to publish it.  Stop 1. Bae’s cellphone company store so he could re-activate his phone. He has such an old plan that it doesn’t exist anymore, but gives him a way better deal than what is offered currently, and it was grandfathered in on a loyalty plan so they can’t change it, but they can make it difficult to renew every month. lol. so he has to go in and call someone at the store to manually enter the plan specifications so he can activate. they put him on hold for ten minutes and we decided to just leave and stay on hold adventuring until we were answered. ANOTHER WHILE PASSES and they go off-hold, only to be like lol i’ll call u back in 20 minutes this is gonna be a process.... oh,. lmao. ok so.  Stop 2. The vape shoppp. Somehow Bae knew exactly where to go with no map from wherever we were, when I literally had no idea where we were until we rounded the corner and were basically there. HOW?! I’ve been there so many times and yet get lost so damn easily. I am directionally challenged af, but getting a lot better with it esp. in this city. lol. We didn’t need juice, but went to go see kev as he had given me an IOU and half off the juice on my mum’s death day, and I had forgotten my debit card!!!! >:( he was nice to me tho because apparently i always brighten their day with my vibezzzz and we are becoming closer friends and trust each otherr. very grateful. ALSO THAT DAY (aug 16) i went the wrong way from the shop, because i was disassociating all day, and when i finally found my way to a bus stop, took it the WRONG DIRECTION and ended up somewhere in the city i’ve never been, and because my bus pass was also not with me and i paid like 1.75(all i had) of the 3.75 fare, and asked him to give me a transfer because i needed to go the opposite direction, he tried to say i was scamming him or something NO BITCH I NEED TO GO HOME AND HAVE HAD A TERRIBLE DAY AND JUST WANT TO GET ON THE FRICKEN BUS HOME. I growled that it was my mom’s deathaversary and i am not from here because i moved a few months ago, and he was like “ok i’ll give u a break this once..” like wtf! ugh  it was a strange day but i made it. ANYWAY. back to today. We had some fun talks with kev about RDA’s, and a new mod box but they only rly carry kits which we didn’t want for Bae. So we paid the IOU and went on our way. En route to next stop, we saw the Shaw sign and walked along this BEAUTIFUL RIVER that I remember dearly from me and Bae’s first week/visit together in person (we met and fell in love online).... I was squealey and so excited, wanted to leap into the river but realized that it was totally nasty so decided to enjoy the walk instead, lol. We saw a cute duck folding its neck to put its head on its body. LMAO. Bae was like quackquackquacckkkkk. Quack attack. XD I mentioned that I really love this area and inquired if the MAGICAL SPIRAL STAIRCASE was near here; because I also remember running valiantly up that with intensity during our first week. He laughed and was like “Ya. we’re near it. It’s almost like I planned out this walk ;) “ HEHEHEHEHEHEHEE So we got to the staircase and as I went to leap up it as fast as I could, he STEPS IN FRONT OF ME and starts walking super slow. hahahahahaha. wtf. obvi trying to make me run up the broader edge as i adore running rly rly fast up the narrow loop of the spiral staircase, so i did and pretended i was an airplane, usually its a dragon but this time i was like nyoooom. lol.  so when we got to the top i was giggling my butt off and mentioned the plane thing, and hunny was like “or you know, an eagle riding an upcurrent” and i was like OMG MORE ACCURATE! he’s brilliant tho even for silly things like that. ♥ we walked thru south-asian fest to go to city hall for a bus pass, and when i saw Asian (I don’t know anything about geography ever) i was like OMG SUSHI BAE?!?!?!!?!?!?! and he was like hehe , no love, SOUTH asian fest. i looked around and was like oh, no sushi. :( but still cool music and culture! noted that this is some people’s whole adventure, and we are passing thru but still it’s only a tiny fragment of our adventure!  Stop 3: Took a quick stop to grab me a new bus pass only to find out it’s a government building and closed on the weekends. lmao. SMOOTH. but it’s fine because we actually saw these really cool sculptures inside of dragon-scale and tentacle-like patterns, aztec rock-like patterns, and one kinda plain one that had a cute dog on top. Kind of like square-ish uneven poles. very cool! ALSO  in one of the accessable rooms, there was a huge art exhibit that, at first glance, looked like a toddler went nuts with toy cars, cardboard, lego, paint and other childlike items, but upon close inspection we realized it was very in-depth metaphorical, substantial political and environmental statements. We laughed more, stayed longer, and took more pictures than I expected we would when first walking into that room.  Slyly sighed and giggled at each other as we watched other people walk into the room only to quickly circle the exhibit and leave, without actually investigating or considering the significance of the creations.  (MY COTTON IS BURNING AND I CHANGED IT LIKE 2 DAYS AGO...random)  i had to pee and saw the cutest little black girls observing themselves in the mirror with their beauuutiful dresses on, as they were attending a wedding happening in the area, and i complimented them on their outfits. The older of the two said thank you shyly, and when her younger (I presume sister) asked for clarification, not able to speak fluent english yet, the older girl explained in her language, and the little one beamed a smile and said “thank you!” WARMED MY DAMN HEART.  Bae & I went on our way to the next stop, while waiting for a stoplight to change, I looked over at some random building, gasped in awe, and whipped out my phone to take a picture, saying “I may be a resident of this city but i will always act like a tourist”. This man crossing the street conjunct to us saw my wonder at such a small event, smiled ear to ear, and looked back at the building I mentioned even though he has obviously lived here a long time. When I turned around, I saw a Beautiful Monument that had one word in English, “Dignity”, and one in French, “Egilate”. I said to Bae that I assume “Egilate” was French for dignity, but the same man who saw me and smiled about my passion turned around and said “it means Equality :) “ I was very thankful for his knowledge and obviously instilled some passion back in his heart with my excitement at the world around me. As my hunny always says, “stop and smell the roses.”   and we saw some beautiful apartments and i photographed the numbers so we could find out prices, as we intend to move into our own roommate-free place ASAP. Living with this guy isn’t exactly private or nest-like, or inducing of healing/aligning. We are working hard on that to be safe and in a place we can work on our dreams together. Including a loft, a place with nice balconies, and we saw an older place that was dingy at first glance but no, actually had MARBLE OUTSIDE WALLS. wow. musta been top notch back in the day. Stop 3: we went to the weed dispensary to get some pot for hunny, because although i miss toking intensely i can’t anymore but he’s still a proud stoner and i looooooove him for it. he ended up getting a quarter of 2 different indicas’ northern lights and grape god flower, as well as blue dream crumble for 25% off. grabbed a coil for his dab attachment for his vape as well which was on suprise 420 sale. it was like 4:28 and apparently after 4:20 every day something random goes on sale; no customer or employee knows what it is; its just a suprise if anyone gets it completely. and it happened to be the exact item my hunny needed to get. coincidence? ;)  we went to timmies a few times downtown, i cant exactly remember the order of when or why, but the first time, hunny bought me an iced coffee and a large icey water because i was desperately thirsty and needed liquid. the second time i grabbed him a coffee and myself another iced water cause i am apparently always thirsty. lmao. looked for torches for his dab rig so he can enjoy, we decided to go to canadian tire(but realized later on the bus that it was closed, thankfully before our stop for home, so we just went str8 home.) we went to freedom again and bae got his service back bc apparently the guy on the phone fixed it and never called backkk....... lol.  My Bae decided to take me to a bong shop, for “apparently no reason” Just to mess around and have fun....lol..... we got there and there were beautiful glass cabinets filled with showcased, amazing, meticulous handmade pieces. Pendants, pipes, bongs, all of it so beautiful.  He grabbed a one-hitter that glows under UV Light, slime design, and we went on our way after good chats with the very passionate shopworker.  We went to find a place for Bae to smoke some weed, and ran into a cute community garden with honeybees and carpenter bees stuffing their faces in flowers. As well as a group of finches playing and wiggling their butts in the dust. Very adorable, we took a video and then hunny chased them away haha.  Cool mural that appeared quite old, some hilarious facial expressions that I snagged close-ups of. When we got home, I made him a piece of the lasagna I cooked for his birthday, and made myself a cream-based pasta with onion because I was lasagna-d out. (it was like a 10 lb beast of a lasagna) I wanted to grab a few beers while I hung out, so hunny gave me 5 bucks to make sure I had enough for two. When I went out I realized I forgot my vape and surely it was safe at home, so dealt with not vaping on the trip. On my bus ride home, the ding for stop request appeared normal as I sat in the very back by the speakers, but out of nowhere it made the LOUDEST Most terrifying screech noise and I jumped/winced. Everyone looked at me and laughed a little in solidarity, I moved a few seats because sure enough it happened again, thank gosh I wasn’t right by it that time.  When I got home, my vape wasn’t anywhere that I thought it was. I freaked a little and started crying, didn’t even wanna hit Bae’s vape because it wasn’t my baby; this is when I realized how attached I was. He beelined to a spot under my clothes and found it in like .5 seconds, how, I have no idea. I was sooo grateful for his radiance and helpfulness as always. ♥ IT WAS A GREAT DAY.