#my phone keeps adding a second m to my hm and it's not the same vibe at all. i think only i know the vibe but like

[maddy-ferguson]

i took 7 people to see the substance yesterday they were like hm...

[slightlymore]

oh no, mr suh, please don't spank me

johnny x fem reader

cameo: taeyong

genre: !!smut!!, roommates au, fake enemies to lovers, a little tiny fluffy angst bc it's my brand apparently

warnings: a lot of mutual teasing, finger sucking, sexting, solo f and m, spanking, marking, dry humping, hand job, fingering, slight cum play, not protected, overstimulation f and m, multiple orgasms, penetration, manhandling, oral m and f, tiny degradation (sparse use of ‘little slut’), rough

words: 7K

it’s finally here!! this one is very juicy haha good luck I guess :) keep your panties dry challenge

taglist: @comically-sleep-deprived​ @strawberrymilkandcigarettes​ @theworld-accordingtocasey​ @kibumingi​

_____

"Johnny, get lost." 

You raised your eyes to meet Johnny's peaceful face in the middle of the corridor, one of them still twitching for waking up so early. 

He smirked and didn't move. 

You made a step on the right. 

He did the same. 

"John," you made a step on the left. 

His body kept blocking your way. 

"Why? Are you busy?" His voice was deep and thick like honey and in other circumstances you would have wanted to listen to it forever. But that morning you woke up without a single ounce of patience. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Yes, unlike you." 

"I'm also busy."

"Oh yeah? Doing what?" 

"Getting between your legs."

In spite of everything, you couldn't help but snort once. 

He has been playing that game for weeks now. A little touch here, a little compliment there, but it was the first time to see him this pushy. 

"I told you that I don't want to sleep with my roommates," you walked around him, teasingly hitting his shoulder with yours. 

You weren't surprised to feel his fingers wrap your arm and turn you around. 

"You don't have to sleep with me. I can sleep well on my own. I need you awake."

Johnny let his palm dance on your skin until it got to your throat, his thumb rising slowly and caressing your lips. You gulped and looked down at his hand before locking eyes with him again. 

"You know what I mean," your breath and moving mouth tickled his finger and the twinkle in the man's eyes amused you. You were about to add something else but decided to do something instead - giving him new ideas to continue jerking off to later, since his dick will still be dry for a long time. 

But when you softly pulled his thumb into your mouth, you didn't expect to be the first to get that excited. 

Johnny let out the ghost of a sigh, staring at the way your pursed lips dragged around his skin, the softness of your tongue licking the tip after giving it a good suck. 

"Hm. Knew you were a little slut." 

You chuckled and raised your hands to press them on his chest and push him away before turning around with the intent of leaving him hot and bothered. 

But he was quicker. In a second your wrists were blocked by his strong fingers and his head was shaking. 

"No touching."

You narrowed your eyes amused. 

"Oh yeah? And what should I do for you to let me touch you?" 

His fingers intertwined with yours and if he didn't have that lustful expression on, the gesture would have been almost sweet. 

"Beg?" 

You opened your mouth in a slightly surprised o. 

"Me? Beg? I don't beg." 

Johnny let go of your hands with a smirk and ghosted your chest until getting to the hem of the oversized t-shirt you wore to bed. 

"Stop me," he whispered but all of a sudden you couldn't concentrate on forming words and frankly, you realized you didn’t want to either. 

So he knelt in front of you and slipped his fingers underneath the fabric, revealing your thighs and underwear, pushing it up until exposing your stomach. His breath tickled your skin first then you felt his lips, and when he placed the first kiss you got goosebumps all over your body. Johnny chuckled slowly and palmed your legs as if getting rid of the bumps but it only added to the heightening sensation his mouth was building up. And when he took out the tongue, circling your belly button, you breathed in deeply and grabbed his hair. He liked it since a pleasant grunt formed on his lips, which were going down until meeting the cotton of the underwear, then on one side, tackling your hip with slow kisses. 

Right when you were about to close your eyes and moan, you suddenly couldn't feel Johnny's lips on you anymore. You stared down just to see his annoying smirk, his locks still in your hand and his eyebrow raised upon seeing the little wet patch formed on your panties. 

He got up with a swift movement as if he had finished with all of his to-do list for the day and smiled. 

"I'll go make breakfast," he announced and walked around you whistling.

_____

Said breakfast was being consumed in silence. 

You had to change your underwear because the situation between your legs got too much out of control and when you came back Johnny already made coffee and pancakes. With little glances at his face you wondered how come he was that calm and, the most important thing, how come there was no tent in his gray sweatpants. 

Did he really think he could start a war and win? You scoffed while angrily munching on the last pieces of pancakes. 

"You okay?" he licked his lips after finishing his coffee. 

"Of course," you replied dryly, standing up and grabbing your plate directed towards the kitchen like a tornado. 

"Your vibes are kinda dark though?" he raised his voice for you to be able to hear over the clanging of dishes. 

"Mind your own business," you came back, the violent shift of air as you passed near him almost making his hair swoosh. 

_____

Tight clothes? No, more. Lingerie? Uh uh, more. Naked? Maybe too much. Towel? Fuck yeah, towel. 

Lips juicy, eyes glowing, and the plan was rolling as you stood inside the bathroom, grinning at yourself in the mirror, hands virtually rubbing against each other while physically they were wrapping your damp skin with the towel. 

Hidden behind a corner like a predator about to attack its prey, you waited to hear Johnny's steps coming towards the bedrooms. A little noise, calm and deep, arrived to your ears first. One step forward and the collusion was perfect. 

"Oh, sorry!" you bumped into him, the fabric shifting on your breasts, your fingers prudishly trying to cover yourself and - oops - failing. With hands pressed on your chest, the swell of it was even more visible now, the last drops of water shining on the skin and falling slowly inside the cleavage. 

Johnny remained silent, not even a tiny ‘sorry’ escaping his lips, his eyes completely trained on your body. Then, when you were already tasting the victory on your tongue, he suddenly looked behind you as if not wanting to look anymore. 

You shifted your weight from one foot to another, waiting for a more grand reaction but Johnny kept on a composed face. 

After a few seconds of silence, you were about to leave, lower lip between your teeth as your plan didn't make him go rogue. 

But then he whispered something under his breath and when you least expected it, he pushed you against the wall. The air got knocked out of your lungs making you breathless.  "You like dangerous games?" 

His tone was delicious, lips so close to yours, and you absolutely wanted to drink it all in. And he was right. You did like dangerous games and you also liked to win. 

"Yeah. And revenge as well." You finally smiled as one of your fingers slowly dragged on his chest, smoothing the creases of his white t-shirt. "Am I making you feel some type of way, John?" 

The man scoffed, staring you down. "Not really." 

"You can't even look at me in the eyes though.”

"Eyes? Something else requires my attention now, baby girl." 

The instant delicious burst of pleasure of his hands cupping your now nude breasts and his thumbs circling your hard nipples made your knees buckle. The towel, slowly falling until stopping around your waist, was dangerously close to getting to your feet if Johnny's hips weren't pressed against yours. 

One step back and you'd be naked in front of him and that wasn't your plan at all. 

No, no, wait. You were supposed to make him feel things, not the contrary. 

Then why were you letting him touch you like that? 

"Are you sure you're doing this for me and not for yourself?" Johnny smiled at your light panting and twitching fingers, pressed on his arms. 

"Enough," you whined, mind already blurry, so close to beg him to take you like that against that same wall. 

Johnny stopped and took a step back, his hands quickly going to your hips preventing the towel from falling any further. 

"I don't have to say it since it's obvious. But I've won. Again." 

You pulled the white fluffy fabric from his fingers with a huff and stormed into your room, the echo of Johnny's chuckle ringing in the whole corridor. 

_____

Disastrous. 

You couldn't believe that you got that hot and bothered when Johnny should have been the one salivating and losing his mind inside his room. 

Throwing away the towel you looked around for your clothes when a buzz from the bed made your head turn. 

"Are you touching yourself?" read Johnny's text. You snorted. Unbelievable. 

You weren't going to touch yourself. No, sir. You already lost a second time. You weren't about to give Johnny that satisfaction as well. 

From You: and if I were?

From Johnny: thinking about me?

From You: you wish.

You laid down, face illuminated from the phone and fingers hovering over the screen, somewhat invested in the conversation. But just a little. 

From Johnny: come on. do it.

You rolled your eyes amused and changed his display name. 

From You: you first 

From Evil dick: hm, I love winning though.

From You: you talk a lot for someone that's fucking his fist right now :)

From Evil dick: is this what you're imagining?

From You: yeah 

Johnny read the text and didn't reply anymore. You could not prove that he was taking care of his stiffy but the thought of him doing so made you feel triumphant. Perhaps it wasn't a full win but you could give yourself half a point. Only half. 

Because when you put your phone down, you couldn't stop your hand from sliding between your legs either. 

_____

You needed at least one win. 

Just once, only once, you wanted to see Johnny's honey eyes tremble under your touch. 

And the corridor was your arena apparently since the next day another opportunity arose. Short and quick. 

You smiled at him exiting his room and he smiled back. His lips were about to part and probably ask if you enjoyed yourself the previous night but no sound came out of them as your fingertip gently caressed his chest. It was barely there, a slight touch going slowly down. 

His jaw muscles tightened when you reached his pants and he jolted when you pulled his belt towards you. 

"It was a little crooked," you feigned innocence, your knuckles definitely brushing something that made him inhale silently. 

"I'm making breakfast." You smiled and walked around him, leaving Johnny alone in the middle of the corridor just like he did the day before. 

_____ “That’s not a win.”

You threw your head back on the couch arm, looking at Johnny upside down, the popcorn kernel you were currently about to eat stopped against your lips. 

“That was a win,” you replied. 

The man put his hands on his hips. “You just touched my belt.” 

You chuckled. “Yeah. Apparently that’s enough for you to cum, baby boy.” 

Johnny’s cheeks rose in a tight smile as you licked the salt and butter from your fingers. The look in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed to you and you loved it. His gaze caressed your face and open lips, then your exposed throat and low cut t-shirt. You knew he loved that angle. Could you possibly get two wins on the same day? 

“Want some popcorn?” you asked, handing him one kernel. Johnny put his hands on the couch’s arm, bending his frame down and taking it with his teeth. You looked away nonchalantly as his lips touched your fingers, and you grabbed another kernel for yourself. 

But Johnny was quicker. 

One hand on your jaw, pushing your head back even more, he took it from between your lips in a spiderman kiss. 

You couldn’t breathe for a few seconds, mouth open and skin burning from where his lips touched it. 

When you locked eyes again, you noticed him munching with a little smile. Still hovering over you, a few strands of hair covering his eyes, he swallowed and whispered. 

���I win.” 

_____

“Oh, no, I’m not drinking.”

Taeyong looked at you with the cocktail glass in his hand as if you grew two heads. “Y/N not drinking?” 

“I can’t drink. I’m on duty.”

You were still sitting on the couch in a ball, eyebrows furrowed and concentrated eyes. 

Taeyong took a sip from his drink then shrugged and took a sip from the one he prepared for you too. 

“On duty for what?” he plopped near you making you wobble slightly to the side. 

“War.” 

“On Johnny?” Your head snapped towards his innocent eyes. “You know about it?” 

The boy chuckled. “Want me to give you a few tips?”

He smacked his lips and shifted his weight to be more comfortable, his lids dropping as if about to share some juicy secrets. 

You imitated his position and leaned in to hear better.

“Make him jealous with me.” You blinked in silence a few times then sighed, pushing Taeyong away. “Are you trying to get between my legs too, now?” 

The other continued chuckling. “It was worth the shot. You can try stuff like touching him randomly, then.” You huffed. “You think I’m a newbie?” 

Taeyong sipped from both of his drinks again. “Then what about making him believe he got you so you can attack when he feels powerful?” 

_____

"Oh, no. I have flour on my clothes."

The dough you were working was still sticky so you got a handful of flour that accidentally went on your bottoms right when Johnny made his appearance in the kitchen. 

He looked down and, indeed, noticed a light layer of dust covering your black leggings. 

“Could you please clean them up for me? These are my favourites,” you pouted at him.  

Johnny smiled and sighed, getting closer and slapping your butt once, then twice, then again, until all the flour was cleaned up. 

"There's no reason to be this aggressive, you know?” you bit your lower lip. 

"But you like it this way. Don't you?" 

Another spank and you mewled, the sound making Johnny hum in appreciation. 

“You’re all clean now.” He stepped back and presumably stared at your ass with the excuse of checking for some more flour. 

“I didn’t say you could stop,” you whispered and almost regretted - key word ‘almost’ - saying it as your flatmate approached you again, his sudden dark aura making your skin crawl. 

“You want me to continue?” his voice caressed your ear, his tone highly amused.  

You acted as if gathering the courage to confess that, yes, you wanted him to spank you but, oh no, you were so shy and he was so strong, you couldn’t do it like that and in public!!? oh no, you couldn’t take it. 

“N-no, it’s better if we stop here. I- I don’t think I can handle it. It will make me go crazy.”

Even if not seeing him in the face, you could almost physically sense Johnny’s puzzled aura. Laughing to yourself you wondered what kind of reaction he would come up with this time. 

He didn’t say anything for a few moments and when you were about to turn your head to check on him, you felt his chest on your back and he engulfed your body with his arms as he pressed his hands on the counter in front of you. 

“Okay,” he whispered into your ear. “I’m giving this one to you.” 

_____

From Evil Dick: I can hear your vibrator from the kitchen

From You: I’m not using any vibrator right now From You: maybe it’s taeyong lol 

From Evil Dick: lol From Evil Dick: it’s definitely coming from your room tho

From You: you’re imagining things you wish were true

From Evil Dick: I don’t imagine you getting off on vibrators From Evil Dick: I like to be included in my fantasies :)

You: typing You: deleting You: typing You: deleting

From You: fuck you

From Evil Dick: fuck me yourself From Evil Dick: 4-2 for me

Johnny smiled brightly when you barged into his room. 

He was laying down in the dark, with only the phone illuminating his face. 

“Are you already done?” he asked teasingly. 

You stopped at the feet of his bed with crossed arms. 

“I’m here to fuck,” you announced. 

Johnny remained with his mouth open as his brain processed the information then laughed. 

“I don’t think you will,” he sat up, resting his back on the bed frame. The movement lifted his t-shirt a little, exposing the waistband of his boxers above the sweatpants and his lower stomach skin. 

You didn’t add anything and got on your knees on the bed instead, slowly crawling towards him until getting between his legs. Then you sat on your heels and took away your shirt. 

Johnny followed your frame and his eyes grew wide seeing you naked underneath the falling fabric. You smiled and his loss of words and you imitated his position, sitting in front of him and opening your legs to drape over his. 

“Holy shit, Y/N,” he whispered, eyes trained to where you slowly dragged your fingers. 

Inhaling deeply you closed your eyes and threw your head back, gently drawing circles around your clit before pushing two fingers inside of you. 

“Shit,” Johnny repeated and you whined, the wet sound telling him how you felt. 

“I didn’t say I’m here to fuck you. You can’t touch me nor can you touch yourself. If you do, you lose,” you instructed breathless and Johnny dug his fingers in the mattress underneath him. 

You smiled and bit your lower lip, fully enjoying his expression, his eyes looking as if drinking you in and were making you go crazy. 

But then he smiled too and it threw you off. 

In a second his hands were on your thighs as he pulled you towards him from underneath your knees until reaching the hand between your legs. He grabbed your wrists and blocked them in an iron grip. 

“You can’t touch yourself either.” 

You were breathing heavily, naked and so close to Johnny that you could almost feel the warmth of his body on your skin. 

“What’s with that face, baby girl? You wanted to cum?” he cooed at you. 

You bit your lower lip and shook your head. 

Johnny pouted. “Hm, baby girl can’t even lie well. Are you sure you don’t want to feel my fingers inside of you?”

You closed your eyes. “I don’t.” 

The other pulled you towards him by the wrists again until being able to whisper on your lips. 

“What about my tongue?” 

“Fuck, John, plea-” you interrupted yourself. 

Johnny smirked. “What was that? Please?”

You shook your head again. “No.” 

“I definitely heard you say please just now.” 

Panting and on the edge you considered just not caring about anything and fuck that man on the spot. 

“Truce,” you whispered. Johnny tilted his head to the side. 

“It’s not over and no one wins or loses this time,” you explained. 

“That’s convenient for you,” he teased. 

You huffed and fully sat on his lap, rolling your hips once on his hard cock. 

“I think it’s convenient for you too,” you commented after Johnny’s trembling sigh. 

His eyes grew darker and his hands grabbed your ass, pressing you on himself even harder. Your arms wrapped his neck and you hid your face into the crook of it, trying to conceal your whimpers. 

The rough material of his sweatpants did wonders to your sensitive clit and you didn’t need a lot to start shaking in Johnny’s arms. Your hips stopped as you moaned, digging your fingers into his shoulders but his hands on your waist forced you to go on. The overstimulation felt delicious and you didn’t care what words you mumbled into his ear, jolting every time his cock rubbed on your raw clit again and again. A few deep grunts and Johnny’s erratic movements told you that he was close too. You kissed his jaw then the skin next to it, then the corner of his lips, breathing in the air he breathed out then moaning once as he took his cock out and pumped it in his hand, spurts of warm cum coating your lower stomach. You looked down at the way it dripped between your legs and felt dizzy from pleasure. Johnny read your mind and quickly collected the drops fallen on your clit, drawing circles around it quicker and quicker until he had you shaking for the second time, head fallen on his shoulder and teeth digging into his neck skin. 

You remained like that, breathless and fucked out until you finally could manage to raise your head again. “This never happened,” you whispered and Johnny nodded amused.

_____

You yelped as Johnny’s wide palm slapped your butt unannounced. "John! I'm near the stove!" 

"Good morning," he smiled sweetly as he retrieved two coffee mugs from the cupboard. 

"What if I burnt myself?" you accused him even if you both knew it was highly improbable. 

"I would have kissed the bruise until the pain disappeared," he placed the mugs down and walked around you, positioning himself behind you and trapping you with his arms. One hand turned the stove off and the other danced on your stomach pulling you against him. 

"When will you stop?" you tried to steady your voice since your ass rubbing on your roommate's crotch wasn't exactly calming. 

"When you'll beg," he whispered in your ear with his playful tone. "But I'm not trying to do anything now. You were so caught up into staring at me that you didn't notice the eggs and I'm here to save them." 

You put your tongue inside your cheek to prevent yourself from smiling. Johnny breathed in as if trying to add something else but the sound of a voice made you both jolt. 

"What are you guys doing so early in the morning?"

You almost forgot you had other roommates besides your sworn enemy poking at your back with his cock. 

"Teaching Y/N how to make good eggs."

Taeyong raised one eyebrow at the scene in front of himself. "Yeah. Adding a sausage does make your eggs taste better." 

"Oh my God," you mumbled, turning around and pushing a chuckling Johnny away. 

"Do you want to know my recipe?" Taeyong raised his voice since you were already leaving the kitchen. 

"Two sausages--," then a smack and a fit of laughter as Taeyong promptly apologized for even daring to assume he could add himself into the equation. 

“Come on. I thought you were in a good mood this morning by the looks of that bright red hickey.”

“Yes and I don’t share what’s mine.” You almost stumbled on our own feet in the corridor.  

"I'm out of town this weekend, by the way. If you want to go all out…" was the last thing you heard and the one giving you the best idea for your new plan. 

_____

It was almost two in the morning and Johnny was nowhere to be seen. 

You rolled over on the bed with a huff then kicked the blanket staring at the lingerie you were wearing with sudden disgust. 

It was the weekend and the house was empty - the perfect occasion for you to play with Johnny. And where was he? Probably fucking somebody else. 

You were sick with anger. 

Getting out of the bed - his bed where you waited for him - you stripped out of the sexy lace and grabbed the first t-shirt you found. It was one of his and even though it was clean, it still smelled like Johnny. 

You got back under the covers and crossed your arms on your chest, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed. 

It wasn’t jealousy. You didn’t care if Johnny fucked other people. It’s not like you even fucked properly in the first place. You were just irritated that your plan didn’t work as you wanted it to. 

With an argh you turned on your side and hugged the other pillow, Johnny’s scent engulfing you all again. 

God, he made you so mad. 

_____

The first thing you realized as you woke up was the fact that your room didn’t have a black accent wall. 

The second one was Johnny’s arms around you - one behind your head and the other one thrown around your waist. 

You were sleeping on your back, one hand placed on top of his and the other one on the veiny forearm. With one finger you followed one of them until reaching the bicep then you slowly turned your head to look at him in the face. 

He didn’t close the blinds when he came home last night so the sun was shining brightly behind him, making him look like an angel. 

You smiled for a moment, staring at his calm expression and listening to his regular breath before widening your eyes in horror and snapping out of your sweet thoughts. 

What was that? 

You didn’t care about John Suh and you definitely didn’t care about the way his caramel hair was draping on his forehead. 

“Mm,” his raspy voice accompanied his strong arms pulling you towards him as you tried to slip out of the bed. “Where are you going?” he mumbled, eyes still closed and very much half asleep. 

You sighed and relaxed on your back again without a word and when Johnny rolled you over to face him you didn’t resist it. 

“Did you sleep well?”  “Where have you been?” you spoke on top of him. 

The words, or maybe your tone, made Johnny’s eyes open in an instant. 

You weren’t looking at him, your eyes were low on his chest instead. He raised one hand to cup your cheek with the intent to make you look at him but you flinched. 

“What’s going on?” he questioned. 

You sighed again and shook your head. “Nothing. I’ll make breakfast.”

As you tried to get out of the bed again, Johnny’s arms didn’t want to leave your body. “Y/N. Wait. Stay.” 

His hand got to your face a second time and this time you locked eyes with him. 

“I was out. Like most weekends,” he explained. 

You gulped and nodded. “Good.” 

“No, it’s not good. You don’t seem to like that.” 

You didn’t add anything, neither denying nor confirming it.

Johnny’s eyebrows met in the middle. “You’ve never had a problem with that.” 

“I don’t have a problem with that,” you finally managed to get out of bed and Johnny let you go this time. 

“I didn’t fuck anyone, if you’re wondering,” you heard him say as you walked the few steps towards the door. 

“I don’t care if you fuck people, Johnny.” 

“You do.”

Your feet stopped in place. “I don’t.” 

“You’ve just made the same expression you put on when you claim that you don’t want me to touch you and we both know that’s a lie.” His voice was calm but stern. “Just admit it.” 

You just resumed walking and exited the room. 

_____

It was weird and not something familiar to your gut, but every time you saw Johnny, you felt the urge to either kiss his lips, cry on the floor, punch his face or run away. 

The first was understandable, even if weird; the second one was absolutely weird and you had no idea what the fuck was going on with you; the third was also highly understandable. 

But it was the last one that you chose. 

So when Johnny entered the kitchen you got out. When he opened the door to his bedroom you closed yours. When he sat on the couch, you got up. 

Until he couldn’t take it anymore and barged into your room unannounced. 

“Hey! Knocking maybe?” 

You were on the bed, scrolling through your phone and looking absolutely impresentable. 

“Talk to me.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not in the mood to play right now, John.” 

He walked over and sat on your bed. 

“I don’t want to play. You’re avoiding me.” 

“Look, it was fun for a while, but I don’t feel like continuing the little game we had going on. Let’s go back to how it was before.” Y

ou hoped you sounded convincing to him because you didn’t sound convincing to your own ears. 

Your words did make Johnny put on a sour expression though and you pretended to not notice. 

“Okay,” he said after a moment and you retrieved your phone from the bed, expecting the conversation to be over. 

Yet, when he placed his palm on your thigh your hand stopped in mid-air. 

“What are you doing?” 

He looked down to where his finger slowly caressed your skin, creating little goosebumps all over it. Then Johnny looked up and whatever expression you had on, it was enough for him as he suddenly got up and left the room. 

_____

“Brr, this house is colder than the heart of my elementary crush after he refused to share his food with me.” 

Both you and Johnny ignored Taeyong’s words, busy rolling your peas into your own plates. 

“What happened while I was away?” 

“Nothing happened,” you mumbled. 

“Hm,” the boy commented, munching on his food. “Wait,” he stopped, struck by realization, “ you mean like - nothing - happened? This is why you’re both mad? You didn’t fuck?” 

You rolled your eyes and got up with the plate in your hands. 

“She’s mad because she doesn’t want to admit that she has feelings for me.” 

The bomb that Johnny threw made both Taeyong and you shake in your places.

“What?” you asked incredulously. “I don’t have feelings for you.” 

Johnny calmly put down his fork and looked up at you. 

“Well, I do.” 

You opened your mouth in a silent shock while Taeyong initially gasped then soon after shrugged, whispering under his breath. “I mean, it was kinda obvious in his case.”

“And I don’t like the fact that you think I have space in my mind for other people besides you,” he continued. “Because it’s not true.” 

“Woah,” Taeyong rested his back on the chair as if watching a soap opera. 

“Did you really have to do this in the living room at dinner time?” you asked him after a few seconds of opening and closing your mouth like a fish. 

“Oh?” Johnny raised his eyebrows. “You want to take this to the bedroom instead? Let’s go,” he got up suddenly. 

“Aw, guys, come on. You always hide the funniest stuff from me!” whined Taeyong seeing you leave. 

“You know what I mean!” you replied to Johnny but still followed his quickly moving frame inside his room. He closed the door behind him and crossed his arms on his chest as if waiting for you to talk. 

“What?” you imitated his position. 

“Say something?” 

“I don’t know what to say! What does one say after all of that?” you questioned. 

“Do something? I just said I am in love with-” 

In the end you did something and that something was wrapping his neck with your arms and kissing him deeply. 

Johnny remained still for a moment as if shocked before finally relaxing his arms and tightly pulling your body towards his. 

Your mind was empty and you had no idea what was going on but after a few seconds of tasting Johnny’s tongue you were already thrown on the bed. It creaked under Johnny’s force and you jolted at the way he dragged your pajama pants down. No sexy outfit and no lace lingerie to meet his eyes, yet they were full of such intensity and lust that you realized it didn’t matter at all. Hands in his hair, you raised your bust to connect your lips again. 

“I was so fucking mad you weren’t home that night. I thought I was about to go crazy,” you breathed out while Johnny was palming your torso, lifting up your t-shirt and cupping your breasts. 

“I know. Punish me then. Show me your anger,” he joked.  But his reply turned a switch into your body and you managed to push his chest away from you. He smiled at your reaction and rolled over on his back, letting you straddle his lap. 

“I’m going to tease you so much until you’ll be the one begging me to touch you.”  

Johnny caressed your thighs. “Hm. I don’t need any teasing. You’re breaking me with your mere presence. Please, please, touch me.” 

Your breath got stuck in your throat and you couldn’t see anymore. The grunts leaving Johnny’s throat as you bit into his neck were so hot that you wondered what stopped you from letting yourself hear them before. And when you moved to his chest, then stomach, littering his skin with love bites his muscles twitched under your touch. 

You had no words to describe how it felt to have him inside your mouth. Heavy, hot and so present, you choked only on a third of it. 

“Shit,” you mumbled, taking it out and pumping it instead with your hand. 

Johnny loved it anyways and he looked at you with such intensity that you wondered if you could make him cum with only a few kitty licks. 

“It’s alright. You don’t have to,” he breathed out. 

“It’s alright. I know I have a monster cock and you don’t have to suck on it if you can’t handle being deepthroated,” you mocked him trying to imitate his tone. “Well, I want to and I will.”

And so you listened to Johnny’s airy chuckle, broken by the feeling of your mouth on him again, this time deeper than before. 

“You love a challenge, huh?” 

You would have said that, yes, you loved it and you loved to win, if it weren’t for his cock sliding down your throat making it difficult to talk. 

“Fuck, baby, that’s- oh shit-,” he grabbed your head as you bobbed your head up and down a few times before you couldn’t take it anymore and let it out with a lewd plop. 

“Baby?” you raised one eyebrow at him. 

“You don’t like it?” 

“Do I look like a baby to you?” you smiled with wet lips, your hand restlessly pumping his cock hard and fast. 

Johnny grunted again, his hips rising to meet your touch even more. 

“Hm, no, you look like a little slut right now,” he agreed with a smirk before his expression changed again into, you realized in that moment, the best view you’ve ever seen in your whole life. Head thrown back and completely at your mercy, Johnny came hard, his whole body twitching as his cum spurted on your hand and face. 

“I think I won this time,” you pumped him a few more times before letting him go. “Hm, you drink so much coffee,” you smacked your lips after licking his cum off your fingers. 

“This wasn’t part of the game.” 

“Yeah, well, I’ve just decided that it was,” you shrugged. 

Johnny grabbed his discarded t-shirt and cleaned his stomach. “So, are we playing now?”

His tone got dangerous and his expression made your wet pussy even drippier but you had no time to worry or form a single thought about it since you suddenly found yourself with the face on the mattress instead. 

You turned your head sideways to be able to breathe and Johnny’s hands didn’t even try to be gentle when they pulled your panties down. 

The loud smack arrived before the sensation of his big palm on your asschecks could. When you finally felt the burning sensation, another slap added to that. 

Your fingers grabbed Johnny’s blanket, preparing yourself for the third spank, absolutely not expecting his tongue inside of you instead. 

“Fuckfuckfuck-” you mewled but your sounds only made Johnny more ferocious, hands opening you up, eating you out as if he’d been dying to do so for a long time. And it was true for yourself too, but no imagination of yours could have realistically portrayed the way he was making you feel and no fingers of yours could reach as deep as his did, fingering you fast, tongue not stopping for a second, not even when you violently went over the edge with the loudest moans you’ve ever heard yourself emit. 

“You win, you win-,” your rough throat tried to stop him from torturing your overstimulated clit and you heard him suck on his fingers after he let you go. 

“Okay, I’ll take it. But this is just the beginning. Are you going to let me fuck you, baby?” he caressed your ass, going down to your waist and cupping your breasts. 

The movement made his cock poke at your entrance and you imperceptibly opened your legs even more. 

“Yes, please,” you whispered back, turning your head to meet his lips as he lifted your chin. 

“Hm? Say that again?” 

“Please.” 

His tip easily slipped inside but the stretch still made you hiss through your teeth. Johnny shushed you, kissing your shoulder and neck until he bottomed out. “You can handle it, right baby?” You tried to nod but his first thrust knocked the air out of your lungs and you let your head fall down again with a whine. 

Johnny moved again and again then stopped with a grunt. “Beg a little for me again.” 

You bit your lower lip, his tip pressing right when you needed it to and you wanted him to do it non stop. 

“I don’t think I will beg again,” you whispered with a smile and started to move your hips instead. It was a sloppy and slow job, nowhere sharp and quick as Johnny’s, but you had to win again. 

The man let your ass bounce on his stomach a few times, staring at the way you were stretched around him then he grabbed your waist and left you all empty. 

You whined, clenching yet nothing being inside of you anymore. 

“I said beg.” 

His breath was now on your spine, his wet mouth placing kisses on your skin, making it shiver and taking some of it in his teeth, sucking on it until he was satisfied. 

But you remained silent and he clicked his tongue at your stubbornness. In a single go he filled you up again and this time he never stopped. 

He was breaking you in half and if you hadn’t already had tears in your eyes, this would have been the time to start crying from pleasure. 

“Holy fucking shit--John-” you cried out, breath rhytmically broken by his deep thrusts and when he added his slaps again, you just lost it all, cumming so hard that the neighbors were probably ready to call an ambulance. 

Johnny stopped balls deep inside of you, feeling the way you clenched around him. And when you thought it was over, when you barely started to hear again, he moved as hard as before, shushing you and pressing his fingers roughly into your skin. 

“You can handle another round, right baby? You’re such a pretty little slut with a bigger attitude than she can carry. This is nothing for you.” 

Fucked dumb, you could only nod and Johnny started to lose control himself, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, some drops falling from his collabones to his chest. And when you felt his cum spurt inside of you, you finally begged, repeating it again and again. Johnny didn’t stop and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to move at all the next day when your muscles contracted for the nth time in so little time, collapsing completely after Johnny slowly slipped out of you. 

His breath felt wet and boiling on your face when he dropped beside you. 

He swallowed a few times trying to catch his breath. “Fucking finally. I knew it was going to be epic. Why did you refuse me for so long? Look what you missed.” 

You would have snorted if you had the force so you resorted to just let out a whine. “I refused so I couldn’t see this. I have a big attitude? Well, you have the biggest ego in the world.” 

Johnny turned his head towards you. “And cock.” 

You rolled your eyes and accepted his hands pulling you towards his chest. 

“Ew, you’re sweaty,” you mumbled. He kissed your forehead. “And you love it.” “No,” you denied it, “butIloveyou,” you added quickly. 

Johnny shook your body in a hug. “Hm?? Say that again.” 

“I didn’t say anything!” 

That grown man pouted at you making his eyes wide and glossy. “Please?” 

“Whoa,” you smiled, “are you acting cute at me right now? After killing me with your monster cock?” 

Johnny nodded cutely and repeated the plea. 

“Okay, okay. I-- love you.” 

He chuckled happily and tightened his arms around you again, squeezing you in an almost mortal hug. 

“Again.”

You sighed realizing that you were suddenly dealing with a child. 

“I love you.” 

And you repeated it again and again until you were sure that he finally fell asleep. 

With one hand to caress his face you finally indulged in staring at him, fully realizing what that weird sensation in your gut was. 

“I really love you.” 

Your whisper was tiny and barely audible but Johnny smiled. 

“I know. And I love you too.”

[amberwritesstuffs]

A very special dinner.

Summary: Wanda has been working a lot lately and you decide to make her dinner to cheer her up.

Warnings: 18+ smut, mommy!Wanda, fingering, degradation, praise kink, oral (r giving), slightly choking. (If I’m missing anything please let me know!)

Word count: 2k

Wanda was working home tonight too, arranging some paperwork Steve asked her to, she had been sitting in front of the desk nonstop since morning. She had been working a lot but today was the worst yet. The only time you actually saw her through the day was when you brought her some take out lunch and ate with her while straddling her lap, you talked a little but after eating you let her work again.

You were missing the attention of your Mommy but at the same time you knew she was going to be tired of working as she was for the entire week.

You were lying in bed watching a movie, hugging her pillow that had her scent and made you always feel safe (and turned on, but this was not the time) when you decided to do something nice for her, she was the one to always take care of you and made you feel better when you were tired or sad, so you could do it for her too. She deserved it for being such a good Mommy.

After evaluating your options, you decided it would be better to make her dinner since for lunch you had take-out. You were not the best like her, but you can defend yourself, besides, doing something easy but fancy should be a piece of cake. The recipe you mastered like Gordon Ramsay (According to you, but you fooled no one, that was not your fort) was a simple lemon pasta with garlic shrimp. You knew Wanda would love anything you cook for her, even if it was just a plain sandwich, but this was a different special occasion. She had been working nonstop and barely had any free time, but every little time she had, she made it up to you, to care and make you feel good, so, it was fair to do the same.

You started cooking the pasta, plain spaghetti in some boiling water while retreating the shrimp from the freezer. Meanwhile it was a relatively easy recipe and you made it before, you looked for it from your phone to just not mess it up.

Unfreeze the shrimp, clean it, cut it, and into a pan with butter. You started making your way through the kitchen, while listening to some music and moving your hips to the rhythm. It was getting better and better, and the kitchen smelled awesome with the mixed aroma of the shrimp combined with the butter, garlic and parsley. You were going to drain the water from the pasta when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a face buried on the crook of your neck. She inhaled deeply and you relaxed on her embrace, leaning into her.

“You smell good.” She said huskily, and you bit your lip.

“Is it the smell of the food that just impregnated on me?” You joked turning around to meet her eyes, ignoring the way her voice caused you to wet your panties a little.

“No, but that smells good too” she chuckled. “Was the occasion, princess?” She asked, pecking your lips and taking some steps back, letting you continue to cook.

“There’s no occasion, Mommy, I just wanted to do something good for you, since you were working so hard” was your reply, smirking while moving the shrimp and adding some crushed red pepper.

“Oh” she cooed, “My little princess is so good for me”, you bit your lip again, pressing your thighs together a little as an automatic response to her praise. Wanda noticed this and decided that she wanted some relief herself, but since she wanted to eat the dinner you were cooking, she decided to tease you a little, but in a different way she usually does, since she didn’t want you burning yourself or the dinner.

She hopped up the counter at your left and you eyed her cautiously. She smiled and gestured you to continue. You kept cooking and mumbling to some music while almost finishing the recipe when you heard a moan.

You returned your gaze to your Mommy only to see her massaging her breasts. Hard. You gulped. “M-Mommy?” You asked, gripping at the spatula.

“Keep cooking, baby, you don’t want to burn the dinner you’ve been cooking so perfectly for Mommy, hm?” She opened her legs, the short she was using reveling her inner thighs to you; she pressed her fingers through the fabric directly to her core, causing a long moan that send a chill down your spine. You wanted her. You made a move indicating you wanted to come close to her when she stopped everything, moving her hands off her body. “No, princess, keep cooking.”

“But- Mommy- I want to help you. I want to make you feel good, please.” You whined, struggling with the urge between your legs and the dinner that was on the stove.

“Finish cooking, princess, if dinner is good, I’ll think about rewarding you by using you like the toy you are to make Mommy feel good.” You gulped, your mind going hazy with need, but you nodded, trying to focus yourself on the food and not your girlfriend touching herself less than a meter from you.

She started moaning again when her fingers returned to her core, rubbing it slightly. Your mouth was watering, your hand gripping hard on the handle of the spatula, wishing to make her cum on your mouth.

She removed her shirt, revealing her boobs to you and you whimpered at that, her pretty nipples hard and calling for your mouth. She brought her fingers to her mouth and wet her index and thumb to then use them to circle her nipple, she let out a long, loud moan at that.

“Mommy-“ You whined, unable to focus fully on dinner.

“Be a good girl, baby princess, you are almost done cooking.” Her other hand finally dipped inside her shorts and she moaned loudly feeling her own fingers. You saw her hand inside her shorts moving and finally lost it. You approached her and latched your mouth on her right nipple while touching her thighs; Wanda let out a surprised moan at that and grabbed the back of your head. “Princess, you are not being good right now, I told you to finish cooking.”

“Mommy- I- I need you- Please” The look on your eyes made her own soft. She knew she was working a lot lately and had little time for you, and you missed her as much as she missed you. She smiled and kissed your forehead.

“How much until it’s ready?” She motioned the food on the stove while grabbing your jaw.

“Not much, it’s almost ready.” You whined, looking at her lips and latching again to her nipple, sucking eagerly.

“Come here, princess, I’m going to help you finish so you can finish me.” You gulped but smiled. Both of you moving to the stove, Wanda behind you, and you could feel her breasts against your back. You were done pretty quickly, when you turned off everything, and covered the just made food to put it on the oven to keep it warm.

“Mommy-“ You whined for the millionth time before turning into her arms and kissing her needly. Your lips moved on hers and when she used her tongue you complied and let her dominate you. “I want to make you feel good, please” you mumbled when she started kissing your neck, leaving pretty hickeys here and there.

“My sweet girl wants to make Mommy feel good?” You nodded, pulling her closer to you. “My little fuck toy…” She grabbed you by your neck and guided you to the counter she was minutes before. “Kneel.” She commanded and you complied, looking at her with needy eyes. She shimmed her shorts off and leaned on the counter again, making you gasp and your mouth water at the sight of her wet cunt. “Tongue out, pretty toy, Mommy is going to make herself cum on your mouth.” You did as she said and then guided your mouth to her core, the smell of her arousal only making you needier. Your girlfriend moved her hips against your mouth, letting long moans to be heard for you. “That’s it, baby, your mouth feels so good against my pussy.” Her movements were getting faster and faster, and you couldn’t take it, wrapping your lips against her clit and sucking harshly, she screamed at that, falling to the edge, while you continued to flick your tongue rapidly against her clit. “That’s it, Mommy is going to cum on your mouth, slut, you want that, don’t you?” She was pulling your hair at this point, making you moan against her. A few seconds later she let out a scream, gripping your head and moving you where she wanted. You let her ride out her orgasm before doing another long lick and raising yourself to kiss her.

She kissed back and the taste drove her crazy, she stood up and then turned you around leaning you against the counter, never breaking the kiss. She all but ripped your clothes, throwing them to the side and kissing your neck just the way you liked it. Her hands gripped your sides before hopping you on the counter the same way she did, opening your legs and standing between them.

Her hands went to your thighs, caressing them while going higher and higher getting close to your core. She dipped a finger, gasping at the wetness she found. “My pretty princess is so ready for me, hm?” When you didn’t answer, she slapped your pussy, making you cry out. “I asked you something, whore, who made you this wet?”

“You! You did, Mommy! Only you, please.” You grinded your hips, hoping she would take some pity on you.

“That’s right, mine” She said huskily while sliding two fingers inside of you and pumping them in and out steadily. “This pussy is only mine to fuck; I’m the only one who can make you moan.” You moaned loudly, bucking your hips, silently asking for more. “What is it, slut? It’s not enough for you?”

“No, Mommy, please, I- I need it harder- Please- I need you so much.” You whined, pleading into her eyes. She growled and started a rough pace making you scream. She grabbed your neck and squeezed, your mind going fuzzy at the feeling. Wanda felt you were close, but she knew what you needed to come harder than ever. With the same hand that was squeezing your neck, she guided your lips to her breasts; she certainly did not have to tell you twice as you took her nipple into your mouth, moaning against her. You sucked hard, loving the feeling of her boobs on your mouth, making her moan.

“You look so beautiful like this, dorogoya” Her accent was thicker and caused you to moan loud again. “You look so pretty sucking at my boobs while I fuck hard your tight pretty pussy.” Her pace increased if it was possible. You were close, and Wanda knew, so she moved her hand to rub your clit rapidly.

“M-mommy, I-“ You struggled talking as you wanted to continue moaning.

“I know what you want, princess.” She cooed, never stopping the brutal pace contrasting with her sweet voice. “Tell me who you belong to.”

You rolled your eyes in pleasure but answered as you could. “You. Only you, Mommy. I’m yours. I belong to you, only you- Please, let me cum for you, Mommy, let me be your good girl, please.” You frantically chanted, lost in pleasure, your entire body begging for release.

“Go ahead, princess, cum for me.” She kissed your head, guiding your lips to her nipple again. You latched to it finally letting yourself go, hard. You screamed, muffled a little by her breasts, body trembling as brutal orgasm ripped through you and slumping into her. Wanda let you ride your high and making you come down lightly, whispering sweet nothings to your ear. “You did so good, baby, you are such a good girl. My good girl.”

You sighed happily, finally opening your eyes to look up and meet her smiling at you. You smiled sheepishly and leaned to kiss her, feeling tired.

“Come on, princess, let me taste the dish you made for me.” She kissed your forehead and helped you down the counter. You went to take it out of the stove while Wanda set up the table. She then took a seat as you sat down on her lap, your head laying on her shoulder. When she served herself and took the fork to her mouth you straighted out, looking at her impatiently, curious of if the food was good. After taking the bite and swallowing she smiled at you, her arm on your waist tightening reassuringly. “This taste amazing, princess, you did so good”. She smiled, pecking your cheek as you blushed and smiled too, pleased with yourself for doing a good job for her.

Dinner went on Wanda eating on her own, and then feeding you too until all the food was gone. She rested on the chair and you snuggled closer to her as one of her hands rested on your thigh and the other one stroked your hair, enjoying this intimate time together. It was until she pulled you by your hair to look at you, making you yelp.

“I enjoyed this thoroughly, baby, but I did say you could get a reward if dinner was good.”

[dracoxgeorge]

Over the Phone| Draco Malfoy

Warnings: Phone sex, masturbation, slight dirty talk and swearing.

Summary: Your horny and Draco’s at work, so you send a picture.

Draco Malfoy x Fem!reader 

word count: 1.4k

A/n: Thank you for the request! And thank you for 40 followers !!! ily ily ily 

It was Thursday evening, you had just finished eating dinner. You’re boyfriend, Draco, should’ve been home by now, so you decided to call him.

Your mind wouldn’t stop wondering, thoughts of you and Draco getting rather frisky, flooded your mind. 

You felt the urge to rub your thighs together, desperate for some sort of friction. You thighs clenched and unclenched releasing some but barely any of the pent up tension that had been bubbling inside you.

You picked up your phone, unlocked it and went straight to call him. 

Your screen read ‘Draco L. Malfoy <3’ at the top of the screen, when it started to ring. 

ring...

ring..

ring...

 “Hello?” You heard him say, a sigh of relief that he had answered escaped your lips.

“Hey, it's only me. Where are you?” You asked, feeling all hot and bothered.

“I was asked to work late, why do you ask?” He questioned, ignoring his question, you answered with “D’you know when you're getting home?” 

“Another hour or two, why?” 

You wanted to avoid answering, but knowing Draco, you knew he wouldn’t stop asking until he got an answer, so you gave in. 

“Don’t make fun of me.” You demanded, hearing a breathy chuckle from coming from the other end of the phone. 

“Got it,” He stated. Oh what you would do to have your hands feeling him down, kissing him all over, letting him fuck you, on his desk even. Maybe even on the kitchen table… 

“I’m horny Draco, and I really don't know how much longer I can wait.” You whimpered. You heard Draco’s breath hitch at your words. 

“Well, i’m sorry, but they need me here right now.” He replied, you let out a huff. 

“Well I need you too,” You said, playing with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. 

“You know I want more than anything to be with you right now my love, but I’m at work. There's nothing I can do about it, Yn.” Draco sighed. He truly meant what he said, not so still pictures in his head of you on top of him. 

You had his cock hardening within the second. 

“I have to go now, my girl. I’ll see you later okay?” He asked, pondering whether or not he should make a not so quick trip to the bathroom. 

“Suit yourself Dray, see you later.”

“Wait what do you-” was all you heard before hanging up the phone. 

You knew Draco had to work, and there's nothing you could do about that, but you could feel your heat throbbing, you needed to do something about it.

You left for your room, taking off your shirt and bra, leaving your upper half completely bare- your lower half resting in only your panties. You pulled the camera up on your phone and began taking some pictures.

You were angry that your boyfriend wasn’t able to make it home when you needed him most, he needed to know how you felt. 

Yearning for revenge, perhaps, although there was nothing exactly that he'd done wrong.

-

You were taking pictures for around 10 minutes and now were fishing for the one to send to Draco. 

You came across one, you were looking into the camera with puppy dog eyes and a slight pout, you knew it gave Draco butterflies when you looked at him like that, and you had your tits out, two things he adores.

The camera was at an angle from above you so it was looking down at you, and made your breasts look slightly bigger and perkier than normal.

This is the one, you thought.

You sent it to Draco and only seconds later your feisty photo had the word 'read' written beneath it. And in a mere minute after having sent the photo, you'd been receiving a very well expected phone call.

“Hello?” You asked, just as he had before. 

“What are you doing, what are you trying to do?” He asked, you loved it when he was angry, but he sounded more frustrated than anything, and not the regular kind of frustrated.

“I don’t know what your on about Mr. Malfoy. Is something wrong?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Yn.” He stated, making a pool of arousal flood your panties,

“Touch yourself.” He ordered. You froze. 

“Did you hear me?” He asked,  you swallowed nothing. Your throat went entirely dry.

“Y-yes.” You answered, slowly tracing your nipples, putting Draco on speaker. You put the phone down beside you and moved your unoccupied hand underneath your underwear.

You heard Draco undo his belt and heard that along with his fall to the floor. 

“Are you doing it?” You heard, a soft moan escaped your lips. Your middle and ring finger rubbed slow circles on your clit. 

You could hear your arousal, and picked up your phone. You heard a band snap, which you assumed was the band on his boxers hitting his thighs. 

Draco had his own office, and you heard the ruffle of leather, so you concluded he was in his office chair.

“Are you touching yourself Dray?” You asked, you heard a groan fall out of his mouth, only making you more needy. 

“Fuck Yn, what are you thinking about?” He asked eagerly.

“Thinkin’ about you, pounding into me, mmm and your pretty face, my love. What are you thinking about fucking your fist?” You breathed, Draco barely heard you but managed to make out your words.

“Thinking about fucking your tits, fucking you like the little whore you are. My… little… whore,” He taunted. 

You circled your entrance with your middle finger and slowly pushed it in. A moan escaped your lips as you moved it in and out. 

“Merlin, I can hear how wet you are,” He added, groaning. You were able so partially hear the pace at which he was fucking himself.

“You fuck me so good Draco. F-fuck!” You nearly screamed, curling your finger slightly, hitting your g-spot. You added another finger, coping your exact motion earning another raw, porn worthy moan from yourself. 

“You makin’ yourself feel good my girl, hm? Are you fucking your fingers like a good girl?” He asked, you heard him but were to overcome with lust and need to unravel yourself to answer.

“Draco my hand is cramping,” You whined.

“Be a good girl and keep going, don’t stop until you're told to stop, got it?” 

You hummed in response. After a mere minute, the cramp went away, and you were very close. You wouldn’t be able to stop unless someone was pulling your hand away. 

You heard Draco let out guttural moans, strings of curse words and your name continually falling past his lips. 

Gradually, he got much louder, you knew he was close. Though you also hoped there was a silencing spell put on his office. 

“Are you gonna cum, my love, you gonna cum like a good boy, Draco?” You mewled, you heard Draco’s breath hitch at the nicknames, he loved it when you praised him. 

“Yes, fuck. Wanna cum all over your cunt, wish you were here, Yn.”

“Me too my love, cum with me okay?” You said, hitting just the right spot, shoving your face into a pillow to muffle your broken moans. 

“Yeah, are you close, baby? You gonna cum.”

“Yes yes D-Draco, cum with me p-please,” You answered, gripping your silky green bed sheets like a lifeline.

“I-im cumming Yn, fucking hell Yn. You feel so good on my cock,” He exclaimed, letting out a long dragged out groan, your name being a praise.

“O-oh my god, fucking hell Draco,” You moaned, letting the coil in your lower abdomen snap, sending sparks through your stomach, legs and chest. 

Draco’s non stop moans helped you ride out your high, bringing your other hand back to your clit, making your body jerk and legs shake. You drew tight and fast circles, completely drawing out your orgasm to its full potential. 

You heard Draco lean back in his squeaky chair, you could picture it perfectly. Draco leaning back in his chair, head thrown back, face full of sweat and hair falling down to his forehead instead of slightly pushed back. 

Silence washed over the call, you were only able to hear his heavy breathing and you imagined the same for him. You sat like that for a few minutes, trying to settle down.

You and Draco’s heavy panting began to cease. 

“I bet you made a m-mess,” you laughed. A breathy chuckle came from Draco’s end, making butterflies erupt and begin to dance in your stomach. 

“Yeah, I did and it was entirely your fault.” He answered playfully. 

You shook your head slightly laughing but still out of breath from the mind blowing orgasm you had just had only minutes beforehand.

“How is that, Draco. I wasn’t there.” You stated, staring at the ceiling.

“Oh funny, you know exactly why, would you like me to, in detail, describe what started only 20 minutes ago my love?” He asked rhetorically. 

“I’m fine, thanks though. Maybe next time we should facetime.” You suggested,

“Oh, absolutely.”

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A/n: Thank you for reading!! I hope you guys liked it. Requests are open!! Have a good day/night lovely’s <33 

[leejungchans]

— unexpected.

🆕 ask juliet anything!! | juliet’s masterlist

word count: 2.1k

warning(s): mentions of self-doubt, insecurities and intrusive thoughts; someone says some pretty harsh words to juliet here but nothing extreme

disclaimer: please keep in mind that the trainer mentioned in this is a completely fictional character hence why his name is never mentioned!!

set in june 2019; a few days after ateez’s first win for wave

summary: in which the boys help juliet when she gets a message from someone who she never expected, nor wants, to see again.

a/n: putting juliet in a bit of Pain™️ here 😔 as always, you are always welcome to leave feedback or chat with me!! 💕💕

As Seonghwa clears away the dishes after dinner, he notices Juliet curled up on the sofa with her phone in hand. Normally, he wouldn’t think much of it, given the other members are doing the same as they lounge around the living room. But one look at the maknae’s grave expression tells him that something is wrong.

Jongho, who’s been helping Seonghwa take the plates into the kitchen, catches him staring and follows his gaze. The two silently watch as Juliet types something on her phone before furiously tapping on the screen to delete whatever she wrote with a frustrated sigh, her long acrylic nails creating a crisp tapping noise. This draws the attention of the other six boys as they all turn to look at her with concern, though she doesn’t seem to notice from being so focused on her phone.

“Minyoungie, is everything okay?” Hongjoong finally asks, sitting up from his spot on the ground.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. I’m fine, don’t worry,” she reassures with a stiff smile, but it’s evident that something is clearly bothering her.

The leader gets up to sit next to her on the couch. “Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want some time to yourself first?”

Juliet contemplates his question for a few seconds before speaking again. “It’s nothing serious, I guess,” she admits, “but one of my former trainers at SM messaged me just before dinner asking me to meet up with him, and I don’t know how to respond.”

“Oh,” Hongjoong says. The mention of her former company causes the others to pay full attention to their conversation, knowing how unpleasant her experiences with a few of her former trainers were though she never talked about such incidents in detail. “Do you want to, though?”

“No,” Juliet responds immediately, expression turning cold. “Not now, probably not ever.”

“What happened with him?” Wooyoung asks before quickly adding, “you don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to.”

Juliet sighs, stuffing her phone into the pocket of her hoodie before hugging her knees to her chest. “No, no. I think it’s about time I told you guys what happened exactly, I guess I never did because it felt like there was never a right time to bring him up, and also because it feels stupid to talk about it when I haven’t seen him in years, and have no intention of changing that.”

Wooyoung pats her knee comfortingly. “Tell us however much you’re okay with,” he says with a gentle smile, “you don’t have to go into full detail if you don’t want to.”

Juliet pants heavily when the music stops, crouching down to catch her breath desperately while cursing the horrible cold she’s been dealing with for the past few days.

She just knows everyone noticed how her movements have gotten more sluggish with every time they go over the dance, and the humiliation sears through her body like a raging fire.

Someone—she can’t see who and is too dizzy to even turn her head in that direction to check—comes up from behind to rub her back soothingly as her chest continues to heave from exhaustion.

“Five minutes,” the gruff voice of their dance trainer says, and the group of girls instantly scramble to where their water bottles are lined up neatly against the wall. “Baek Minyoung, not you.”

At the sound of her name, Juliet looks up to see the man crooking a finger, motioning for her to walk over to where he is in a secluded corner of the practice room. Shakily, she stands up as the other girls murmur quiet encouragements, though they quickly leave her side from the glare the man sends towards them.

Juliet knows that no amount of mental preparation is enough when it comes to this particular trainer, and it makes her heart sink deeper and deeper with every step she takes towards him.

Her head is bowed when he starts speaking, not daring to look into his flaring eyes. “What’s wrong with you?” the man wastes no time in asking accusingly. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice how terrible your dancing has gotten these few days? Do you think slackers have a place here? You looked like a dying slug out there.”

“No, Sir. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to slack off, I have a cold, which is why—”

“I’m not interested in hearing your excuses,” he cuts her off icily. “Do you know what idols do when they get sick? They keep pushing. And that’s the complete opposite of what you’re doing.”

“I understand. I’m really sorry. I will do better,” Juliet replies softly, voice barely above a whisper, hoping that he’ll let her off easy.

But today is not her lucky day. The sound of a dry chuckle sends chills down her spine.

“Do you want to know something?” She doesn’t. In fact, she dreads knowing. But something tells her she doesn’t have the luxury of choosing, so she continues to keep her head down and tries to zero in on her shoes to hold back her tears.

She can feel the weight of everyone’s stares on her back, and she wants nothing more than to disappear into thin air.

“There were discussions about adding you to Red Velvet along with Yeri. A few people thought you were too young, others saw potential in you,” the trainer sneers. “Personally, I don’t see any of that, and I’m glad that they ultimately did not debut you, because all I see is an ungrateful, lazy brat.”

Juliet bites down harder on the inside of her cheeks to keep the tears at bay, and it doesn’t take long for her to taste iron.

“You better go back there and get your crap sorted out. Because if I see you not being up to par with the others again, I will not hesitate to go to the higher-ups with this, then you can kiss your future in this industry goodbye. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Look at me when you answer.”

Juliet swears she’s never seen so much hatred and disdain in someone’s eyes until the moment their eyes meet. And it takes everything in her not to burst into tears as she repeats her response in a trembling voice.

The man scoffs, dismissing her with a wave of his hand as though batting away an insect before clapping his hands together to gain the others’ attention.

“Break’s over! Let’s hope some of you actually know what you’re doing this time,” he says scornfully, blissfully ignorant of the fact that every word he said feels like another stab to her heart.

When Juliet looks up at her reflection in the mirror, she barely recognised herself from how hollow and empty her gaze looks, a far cry from the girl who started her journey as a trainee with starry eyes and a fiery passion.

What had she become? is the last thought that comes to mind before the music starts again, and she can only hope that she can make it through the rest of the session without making a mistake or collapsing.

“So... that’s basically what happened,” Juliet chokes out, leaning her head back as she blinks back tears. To be honest, she had to give herself credit for getting through that story without crying, knowing that that incident in particular instilled a new, and much more profound, sense of fear and self-doubt within her. “You can now probably see why I don’t want to meet with him.”

San comes to sit on the armrest of the couch so he can wrap his arms around the girl. “I’m so sorry that happened, but I’m glad you’re not in that situation anymore.”

“Yeah, me too,” Juliet chuckles bitterly, still not meeting any of the boys’ eyes by looking down at her hands. “I don’t think I’ve been the same since then. I mean, not that it’s completely his fault because there were so many contributing factors, but... I’ve never looked at myself so negatively until that day... it suddenly felt like I was the only person who couldn’t see how utterly worthless I was... I don’t know.”

“But what did he text you?” Despite the anger he feels for this man for hurting her in such a way, Seonghwa still manages to stay levelheaded.

Juliet takes her phone out to reread the message. “He said he was watching M Countdown a few days ago and recognised me when we got our first win. He congratulated me and apologised for everything he said to me when I was at SM. Then he asked me if I wanted to meet with him for lunch.”

“But how did he get your number?” Yeosang wonders out loud, frowning deeply. “That’s kinda creepy.”

The girl shrugs. “Who knows? I don’t know what he’s up to now, but he likely still has contacts in the industry and asked around for my number.”

Wooyoung scoffs. “The fact that he only reached out now shows he’s probably not that apologetic, since he’s the one who implied he remembers everything he’s said to you. If he really felt guilty, he would’ve made use of those contacts of his to reach out to you to apologise a lot earlier.”

“That’s what I thought,” Juliet agrees. “The fact that he texted me right after our first win doesn’t seem like a coincidence.”

Mingi huffs. “Maybe just tell him to get lost or something. He’s not worth the time.”

“If she isn’t an idol, she can cuss him out all she wants. But if like you said,” Hongjoong muses thoughtfully, turning back to Juliet, “and he’s either still in the industry or has contacts, then you can’t be too rude to him in case he tries to use it against you to paint you as some villain. You know how some people are.”

The others nod defeatedly. He has a point.

“Then... what do we do? We can’t let her go meet with him,” San says, his arms subconsciously holding Juliet a little tighter protectively.

“Of course not,” the leader assures, “I think the best course of action is to thank him for congratulating you, accept his apology—even if you don’t really want to, it can just be for show—and politely decline his invitation because your schedule is full.”

Juliet hesitates. “But what if he says that I’m lying to get out of it?”

“I mean, it’s not really a lie,” Yunho points out. “Our tour is coming up soon and we’re gonna be busy practising for it, so it really is the truth that you don’t have the time to see him. Plus, you don’t owe him anything, who cares if he thinks you’re lying or not?”

Juliet nods slowly, fingers hovering over the keyboard as she tries to think of a response, but her mind is so overwhelmed from the sudden message and the memories that nothing comes up.

“Do you want me to help you type it?” Seonghwa asks tenderly after a while of watching her struggle to formulate anything.

“Yes, please,” Juliet says immediately, visibly relieved as she pushes her phone into Seonghwa’s hand. The oldest member cocks his head to the side while he thinks before typing something down.

A few moments later, he hands her back her phone. “Here. If you’re okay with this, then you can send it to him.”

The other boys crowd around Juliet so they can all read the message Seonghwa typed out. When done, she looks up at Hongjoong for confirmation.

“It’s good, I think,” he says approvingly. “It’s short and concise, polite but not too friendly or curt so there’s no way it can be taken out of context in case it somehow gets leaked.”

Juliet nods, pressing on the ��send” button with bated breath. The moment she sends the message, she feels as though a huge weight has been lifted off her, having spent the whole time during dinner silently stressing over how she should respond to the point where she could barely get down her food.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she says, leaping off the sofa to throw her arms around Seonghwa’s neck. “I wouldn’t know what to do if it wasn’t for you guys. I actually contemplated pretending he had the wrong number or even meeting with him once so he’d leave me alone after that,” she admits, “but I’m glad you stepped in before I did either of those things.”

“And I’m glad you told us about this so we could work through it together,” Seonghwa smiles, stroking the girl’s head. “You don’t have to struggle with these things alone.”

“Now that we took care of that jerk, I think we should order chicken to celebrate!”

Seonghwa looks at the younger boy in disbelief. “Yeosang, we literally just had dinner!”

Juliet laughs. “It’s okay, there’s always room for chicken! Besides, I’m paying this time as a thank you!”

“In that case, who am I to complain?”

a/n: that incident was a pretty huge turning point for juliet in terms of her mental health. she already doesn’t feel confident in herself as most trainees are, but to hear from someone directly that she didn’t get to debut because she was apparently all those horrible things made a lasting impact on her, and since then she’s felt even more horrible about herself :( but she’s gotten a lot better at managing those feelings now and of course she has the support of the boys!!

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showtime

episode 211 let's go

ok first of all, this is the second to last episode guys... I don't even wanna think about how much pain I'll be in after next week's episode

mr mazzara doing the recap-

this is so weird to me and I don't know why

WHY DIDN'T YALL JUST ASK BENJAMIN FOR HELP, THATS LITERALLY HIS THING

is Nini giving out the cards a callback to season 1 when Natalie Bagley said that Nini gave her a card or something on opening night of another musical?

STEPHY AS THE ENCHANTRESS OMG YES

Ricky in the crown gives me Harry styles in that photoshoot vibes

he's so pretty.

ok but why did we never see Ricky and Ashlyn interact before? it's been like 5 seconds and I already love how they bounce off each other and it's just so natural

OH THEY REALLY DON'T HAVE ANY UNDERSTUDIES-

well that explains a lot...

so Ricky fell on top of Ashlyn and all that broke for both of them was their wrist-

insert Jake Peralta *coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool no doubt no doubt no doubt*

of course howie was amazing as the beast, were we expecting anything less??

Ricky is so beautiful and I will not shut up about it....

let me enjoy this before the makeup crew slaps mud on his face.

Nini and Ricky talking to eachother? in a civil manner? wasn't she avoiding him just in the last episode? hm ok

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THEY CANT EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS JUST LIKE ME HAHAHAHAHA THIS IS HILARIOUS, WHATS NEXT? THEY CUT EVERYONE OFF CUZ THEY CANT HANDLE EMOTIONS? ...ha

yes Kaden and Rico, my favourite east high boys 🥰

I mean....where's EJ?

THERE HE IS

EJ AND GINA IN THE BACKGROUND... doing something idek

KOURTNEY'S MOM IS BACK YAY

Howie is a shining star, ofc ofc

the smallest fOrk

can't wait to see the fork burst into song about how she deserves more than to be used to eat salad😌

the duster and the bluster.... ok😃

hi Gina!

hi- oh wow I didn't know Robbie Rotten was in this show!!!!!

the portwell look.

that my friends, is a married couple's look✋

GOSH EJ WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU

aww Gina's so excited for this

D word?

Die?

Delicious?

Dom Toretto?

"good, clean fun all alone with someone I dig...a lot"

sir that does not sound very clean to me

SEBLOS

Seb looks so cute standing there next to pope Carlos

DID THEYEY REALLY LIGHT ANTOINE ON FIRE-

I NEED TO SEE THAT

Seb's reading Carlos better than big red read the script in episode 102, this is great development after the "fight"

Kourtney really just made the best outfit for herself and let the rest of them suffer

the way Gina immediately goes to hold on to EJ after the announcement

"tonight we're going to put the U in UTAH"

...

"hey where are you from?"

"TAH"

SEB'S SINGULAR CLAP KILLED ME-

he's officially salt lake city's resident thanos

just wity clapping because for some reason I have a feeling he doesn't know how to snap his fingers...don't ask why

Ms Jenn do you mind encouraging your leads before the show? idk just an idea

pepto bismol product placement smhsmh

those flowers are bigger that big red himself-

*bops along to the opening theme*

that whistle at the end slaps everytime

WHY IS THE AUDIENCE SO MASSIVE

I guess they're all here to see Ms Jenn go on as a fork after Nini decides to *go her own way*

wow i am so funny

so they couldn't do many group scenes cuz of covid, but this 300 person crowd is cool? nice

OO THE VIOLIN GIRL FROM EPISODE 6 IS IN THE ORCHESTRA

HOWIEEEEEE

"Mr Caswell", he said, in the loudest voice possible while backstage at a show that's about to start.

Mazzara what are you trying to pull-

I usually like Benjamin but I don't like his tone

"iS yOuR wHoLe FaMiLy HeRe?" LIKE YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW THATS A SOFT SPOT FOR EJ

"we've had some good conversations these past few weeks"

right so what's going to happen after you graduate?

what does he think of you not going to Duke?

what did he say about you giving the sweatshirt that's been in the family for 3 generations to a girl you're not even dating?

good old Mr. M

therapist Mr. Mazzara, they all need it.

start with Ricky though.

"Michael Bowen"

dude why did you shave, now you look less like "hot lumberjack" and more "creep at the gas station"

OH-

does she not like Mike anymore?

why does it sound like jennzzara started dating and now they just sit back and talk smack about everyone in their freetime

break the fourth wall-

uhhhh im scared

why am I scared

he's scary

hehe flowers for Ricky, obviously for Ricky, ObViOuSLY

oh boy poor Michael

this man is in love, rip

why does Ms Jenn always look at people with her eyes open so wide

LILYYYY

I'm only excited because I really like the idea of lily and Ricky being friends, nothing more.

ha this guy's got jokes

a MOAT AROUND THE SCHOOL

wheeze

also he's very pretty.

"the wolves and very talented humans"

how dare he forget to mention the very talented wolves and normal humans, smh erasure

"being nice, what a concept" ted talk by Lily who still doesn't have a last name

did she just say lol out loud

same with the hug emoji last episode-

go touch some grass babes

the way he didn't say no, but said he didn't know how the east high kids would react-

not saying he does want to date her but that's an interesting thing to think about, also another thing to write an essay analysis on just to leave it in my drafts for a few months

awww lily genuinely trying to help him

sorry guys, I've been taken by the Lily charm (didn't know it existed until now but oh well)

REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I'LL NEVER SHIP PORTWELL?

just look at me now

the Lily wink I can't she's so cute-

HELP ME I'M BEING HELD HOSTAGE BY LIL-

David Attenborough?

oh nvm it's Benjamin narrating the show in a really weird British accent for some reason.

STEPHY GOT MORE LINES YAY GOOD FOR HER

also is this to show that Nini doesn't care about being the star of the show anymore? the way she's supporting everyone else even though she's a fork?

I would pay for a special of the full musical ngl

OOO THE TRANSFORMATION WAS SMOOTH

shockingly

yo where did the makeup come from

man I wish I was a theatre kid

THIS IS STEPHY'S EPISODE NOW IDC✋

my girl is starring

"needs an X-factor"

Simon Cowbell creeps in

"it's a yes from me"

and them boom, he takes Nini and mistreats her horribly and then she comes back to theatre after deciding music isn't for her👍

"I thought she just hog-tied him?"

don't ask sebby, it's better if you don't know.

imagine they spotlight the wrong person and this dude is just some random person that likes writing down stuff during shows.

Ms Jenn just let them do what they rehearsed (at some point we never saw) or else this is gonna end horribly wrong

"help"

same Carlos, same

I love how seb is just his translator rn

I thought he said "great displeasure" instead of "greatest pleasure"....help?

big red coming out from throwing up to see his girlfriend star is the cutest thing in this show.

Ash and Gina dancing is so fun

I'm imagining them practicing at night at their home, watching the movie for the 100th time and making sure their one dance together is perfect

KOURTNEY YES

HOWIE IS IN LOVE AHHHH

I LOVE HOWIE SO MUCH

SEBBY

THIS SCENE HAS SO MUCH GOING ON I CAN'T KEEP UP

THIS IS SO GOOD

HOW???

no because I'm actually crying

I'm dead serious.

we need this musical released as a special

big red is so proud and I love to see it

Natalie: "if you do not by at least 20 dollars in concessions, you do not support art"

rando in the audience: "but I pay for ad free Spotify"

Mr Mazzara clapping in the distance

Gigi, the guy you like is talking to you, complimenting you and hyping you up

YOU LUCKY LITTLE FEATHER DUSTER

aw EJ teasing her about the chocolates in a way that doesn't make her feel bad? take notes Richard

JORDAN FISHER

there is no rest of the show idc Jordan is it for me

THE WIG CAP ON RICKY OMG

they look like they're high and having "deep" conversations on the floor

THE MEAN GIRL WITH THE EYES-

@sunshine-julie-molina YOU HEAR THAT

Natalie really just be coming for them all

Howie what is happening rn

I'm scared

"did you enjoy it"

"very much"

dude wants a kiss so bad

ASHLYN OMG

NO DON'T DO IT BECAUSE OF LILY, PUT YOUR OWN TWIST ON IT

I want a Jordan autograph please

just keep swim- oh pushing...

Gina is literally a giant next to him and I live for it

am I about to cry for the 3rd time in this episode?

yes.

Ricky's leg kicks under the table makes me so happy aw

the portwell glances will kill me.

ah yes, mashed potato snow

Mr. M.... I'm not a theatre kid but even I know you can't have your phone on backstage.

Howie please just do it

CHIP'S BIG LINE I CANT

I LITERALLY HAD TO PAUSE IT AMD SCREAM INTO MY MASK FOR A SOLID 2 MINUTES (I'm not at home rn) HES SO CUTE

oh ok bye Jordan

oo tea

NOT HIM BEING STARSTRUCK BECAUSE HE'S MEETING HIS FUTURE BROTHER IN LAW-

"we're all just glad Gigi has a big brother figure in her life"

excuse me for a few thousand hours while I laugh hysterically

THE CAMERA ZOOM ON EJS FACE AND EVERYTHING-

STOP EJ LOOKS LIKE HE'S GONNA CRY BUT I CAN'T TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY WITH THE STAGE MAKE-UP

someone else said this already but I think it's hilarious that they had to bring in 2 guest characters to create some portwell angst

omg this really is Cici's episode, found family is their thing

elevator music lol

I'm gonna bet that big red took the harness for his surprise for Ashlyn without realising what it was

did Ms. Jenn just....tell her most mentally unstable student....to commit suicide....on a disney show...was that....I'm very....well....what the actual-

oh and there she goes running off instead of trying to make it right

oh wow Nini's the hero, she's gonna save the show 🤩

😐

the judge is doing a sudoku

honestly if I went to the hsm show as well, I'd come prepared for this one too

Lily why are you looking like that-

I WAS JUST STARTING TO LIKE YOU DON'T MESS THIS UP

wow ok, there goes that.

omg

what if Howie was acting weird because he knew what Lily did and wanted to tell Kourtbut Lily threatened him so he was scared to-

anyways see y'all clowns next week when we all simultaneously lose all motivation for the week without Fridays to look forward to.

[shhhlikeme]

“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #18.5:

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A/N: I know y’all wanna know what happens here sooo I’ll meet you down at the end with more of my authors notes!

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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EARLIER THAT NIGHT - 10:36 PM - ISSA MESS AT THE MOVIES - PART 2 😭🤡

“Hey. You sure you don’t want us to go with you? I can cancel with my parents and—“

You interrupted your friend, waving her off nonchalantly as you jumped out of the back her car. “No, no, Kusa. Thank you for driving me. You guys didn’t need to! But I really appreciate it. I need this time by myself to just…. You know…. Breathe.” 

Kusa frowned at you, still look unsure as to whether she should leave you alone at the theatre or not. Going to the movies alone is a little weird in her opinion, and she knows that you have still been so heartbroken from your breakup, so the fact that Aone had been asked out by one of the girls on the Date Teko cheer team that you considered a friend really hit you hard. 

Despite it all, she and Katana have agreed to let you deal with this the way you see fit, because forcing their desires on you wasn’t the right way to go, and the last time they tried that you cut them off for a week. They had to tread very carefully, as friends. 

“Okay, babe. Call us when you want to get picked up, Okay? We don’t mind.”

You nodded, wrapping your favourite jacket around you a bit more tightly. The sweater-jacket that actually belonged to the man you were in love with. “Thank you.” 

Shutting the door, you stepped back so that Kusa could drive away. 

Katana, who was sitting in the passengers seat, pressed the button to roll up her window and You gave them one last wave, ready to see them off, but just before you could Katana—quiet and deep in thought, pressed the same button to roll the window back down. The car didn’t budge.

“Y/N.” The pretty cheer captain said in a small voice, staring at her lap. You had to lean in to hear her.  

“Hm?”

Big brown eyes looked into yours as your bestie stared at you. It was silent for a moment and the intensity in the air was palpable. Finally, the brunette spoke. 

“I’m worried about you.” She finished, looking more serious than you’ve ever seen her. 

Earlier this Saturday night, you found yourself crying in the shower after you heard that an ex teammate of yours, Sutairu, is interested and has decided to pursue Aone. 

This girl was gorgeous, sweet, and has noticed your Mountain Man from day one, unlike you. There is not one bad thing you can say about her, and you were sure that eventually—especially with Futakuchi’s help—Aone would some day let his walls down for her. One day you would see the most perfect man in the world with another girl because you let him. 

And even though it’s what he deserves: a girl that is better than you, the thought alone shatters you every time it crosses your mind. 

Aone was on this girls instagram story,—a photo of him in another hoodie standing in front of the students he teaches with a caption saying: MCM🤫💋❄️

What did that mean? Could they be dating now? 

Enough was enough. After crying in your shower, You decided you needed a change in scenery, so you got dressed, only putting on concealer and keeping the natural state of your hair when it’s wet. You threw on a huge cardigan, a tank top and some jeans and told the girls what you had planned. Kusa wouldn’t take no for answer, so they insisted on dropping to you at the theatre to see this action-thriller you found on the website. 

So here you are, heart dragging behind you on the floor. You needed to be alone and you needed a change of scenery, that’s all you knew. So now hearing your besties and seeing the absolute fear for your well-being evident on their faces, made your stomach turn even more. Mainly because you couldn’t help them help you. No one can. So that’s why all you answered was, 

“I’m worried too.” Staring into the eyes of the two beautiful females you call your best friends. You then Added, “But I need this hour, okay?. I’ll see you guys later. I have my phone.” Without waiting for a response, you spun away from the car to walk into the large building downtown, straight to the bathroom so you could cry in the stalls prior to the movie.

After you spent a good 10 minutes using toilet paper to wipe under your eyes, then reapplying some conveniently packed concealer there in the mirror, you stuffed the Fenty Beauty case in your purse and walked out of the bathroom so that you can purchase your ticket at the self-serve automated machine. You had grabbed your ticket when it slid out the slot and were began walking to your designated theatre when you heard a familiar voice call out to you. 

“Hey! Y/N?”

Turning toward the voice, you looked over to see a group of 4 boys, all of which you’ve seen before, but in volleyball practice gear. While they were all staring over at you, naturally—your eyes settled on the one in the middle that you recognized the most. And the one who called your name. 

“Takeru,” You breathed, honestly relieved that it wasnt someone from school that you had to pretend you wanted to speak to. Takeru is someone you genuinely liked, that you actually got close to at the Volleyball/Cheer Camp last summer. 

“One sec!” He called, and you stood there waiting as Nakashima handed his card to his friends that were waiting at the ticket kiosk. One of them must have said something annoying to him, because Takeru blushed and told him to shut the fuck up. Feeling scrutinized by his friends, you wrapped your arms around your torso as he stealthily limbo-ed under the rope that divided the line from from the rest of the theatre. 

***

“Ouuu dudes, look. That’s Takanobu’s super hot girlfriend that you fell in love with last summer! This is your second chance bro, don’t fuck it up!” Takeru’s friend nudged him with his elbow and teased him from where he was standing in line. The other boys chuckled when he said that. 

Takeru went red—mostly because he knew it was true. “Shut the fuck up, I’m over her!” He defended himself. He resisted the urge to hit his friend for saying that out loud. Getting out the line because he couldn’t risk his dumb friends exposing his past crush like they almost did multiple times last summer, Nakashima escaped the line to approach you, finding himself jogging over, instead of walking. 

🤨

SLOW DOWN, Takeru told himself. ARE YOU REALLY THAT EXCITED TO SEE HER?

“Hi, Y/N!” The ex-high school volleyball player greeted you with a warm smile that neither of you had any idea was reserved for only you. “It’s been a while.” 

You forced a smile back, but you could see by the way that his own smile faltered that Takeru noticed your smile didn’t reach your eyes. “You okay?” He asked, concerned. 

Lying, you nodded, looking down at your boots and Nakashima resisted the urge to reach forward and tilt your head up. To touch your beautiful skin like he’s wanted to do since the first day you approached him for help, he really thought those emotions had fled… but being around you again made him realize that obvioulsy they hadn’t. 

She’s taken, idiot. The athlete reminded himself. 

“Is Takanobu here?” Nakashima thought to ask, distinctly remembering how much just mentioning his name would bring a big smile to your face back at camp, lighting it up in its entirety. 

So imagine Takeru shock, however, when you winced at the sound of his name instead of beamed. Still staring at your boots, you shook your head. “No, I’m here alone.” 

Alone?

Ask. He told himself. ASK!

“Um-ummm—“ is all he could stutter out.

S m o o t h, idiot. he chastised himself for being so lame. 

“Please, Takeru-san,” you lifted your head to look up at the man you considered to be a pretty good friend. “Don’t.” 

Even though his mind was buzzing with a million questions, Being the smart volleyball player he is, Takeru shut his mouth because the tears welling up in your eyes was enough of an answer than any. His heart sunk seeing you look so unbelievably broken. Without missing a beat, He switched gears. “—What movie are you seeing?” He asked instead. 

You grinned weakly but gratefully at his change in topic, a smile that actually did reach your eyes. “Uh, I don’t even know,” you chuckled pathetically. “I just picked any random movie, um, because, yeah.” 

She’s so cute, thought Nakashima. “Well it’s written on your ticket. Shall we see?” 

“Oh, uh, right.” Feeling dumb, you lifted the ticket in your hand and read the movie title aloud,

 “Jet Down 2.” 

A large amused smile graced Takeru’s face. “Really—that is probably the biggest ‘guy’ movie ever made,”

You nodded, not wanting to mention that hearing the title made you remember that your ex loved the original of this movie. Your nod introduced Takeru and yourself to an awkward silence. You weren’t about to tell him that you picked a movie that you’d be the least interested in so that you can cry in peace because the sounds of shit blowing up will drown out your sobs, no ma’am. If this was any other time, you would have been so happy to see and catch up with this boy. Asking a million questions and telling him how happy you were to see him. But unfortunately, all you could think about was the “MCM” Snapchat you saw earlier. You were devastated, and Takeru caught on to it.... seeing you about to shatter, yet again. He offered his help. 

“Want some company? Uh—“

You immediately shook your head. “No, Takeru-san! You came here with your friends. Enjoy that. Don’t mind me, I....“

Nakashima stared down at you like you were a work of art. When you stopped your pathetic babbling, he nodded slowly, recognizing the same expressions he’s seen his sister’s wear when they were on the verge of crying over a boy. Right before they yelled him to leave their room, leave them alone, and shut the door. The same rule probably applied here. Like an expert, Nakashima backed off. “Okay,” he continued nodding. “I guess I’ll go then. It was really nice seeing you.” He opened his arms and you leaned in for a chaste hug, immediately wishing the male arms around you belonged to a certain white haired volleyball player instead. 

Takeru, on the other hand, didn’t realize how much he missed the feel of you in his arms again. He didn’t want to let go. He wished that the feelings you had for Aone-san were for him. Stupid.

Uncharacteristically, Nakashima turned his head to whisper something in your ear before you let go. Before he never saw you again. “But, tonight, if you need a shoulder to cry on, I’m just one theatre over… Okay? I have a pretty comfortable shoulder, so just text me.” 

Holding back tears, you nodded, removing yourself to make your way to the bathroom again. 

***

Better late than never, you thought to yourself as you sadly sat in your seat in the theatre solo, unsure of how much time has even passed. You didn’t realize this stupid movie would be so packed, but you were thankful for assigned seating (since you specifically chose an aisle seat in case you needed to make another fast-cry escape). You just sat in your seat, curling into a ball and trying to hold it together the best you can.

You couldn’t.

Another 10-minutes later, you found yourself ugly crying in your three-quarter eaten popcorn, completely drenching the salty snack and making it soggy. 

A MESS, you called yourself. This movie was about guns and cars and shit blowing up—but all it took was one tiny little subplot romance scene to break you. LIKE I SAID: A MESS. 

One little stupid ‘be safe’ scene and you were thinking about the time you went to the movies with your ex boyfriend and current love of your life. That time, you had insisted on watching this scary movie but you were getting so unbelievably scared, refusing to leave when your boyfriend offered because you are strong af, so when you resorted to hiding yourself behind his bicep and whimpering instead. Takanobu had enough when he heard you make those sad noises, so he scooped you up from your seat so that you were sitting in his lap. That way, you felt his strong arms around you on boy sides and you were easily able to bury your face in his chest or finish the movie. You finished the movie.🥰

 You would like to say that that was one of the sweetest things that has ever happened to you, but what with being in a relationship with Aone Takanobu for the past year—that absolutely tooth rottenly sweet gesture wouldn’t even crack the Top 10. 

Your tears poured down your cheeks, and you imperceptibly wiped your tears on the sweater of his that you were wearing. Then you realized whose sweater it was and cried even harder! Your heart hurt so much. 

And to make matters worse, you ran out of tissues. 

Knowing that with your luck you’d run into someone you knew if you left now with a completely drenched face. A/N: or turned around :/desperate and sad, you decided to text your friend Takeru about your dilemma. All you asked him for were some tissues because he sort of knew what you were going through even though you didn’t spell it out for him. You hoped he could help for now and then later tonight you’d send him back the money he spent on his movie or something. You kept erasing the message but decided to send it when others in your row were possibly on to the fact that you were sniffling so much for more serious reasons. 

You sent it. Received a response within seconds saying he was on his way. 

Nakashima stumbled in to your the theatre not long after. You waved to him where you were seated in the dark, and he came over like a good friend, giving you a brand new popcorn and a set of tissues. You smiled weakly at the kind gesture and remembered that Aone is the entire reason why this boy Takeru is even here right now. Your tears re-established themselves as your date on this your solo movie night as you leaned your head on Nakashima’s shoulder, who told you that if Aone broke up with you he was an idiot. 

“I’m the idiot,” You whispered to him, because even if it was just a fleeting thought—Aone didn’t deserve any blame. Ever. He is undoubtedly the best person on this planet. “It’s me,” You whispered again, glad that your whiney voice was no match for the volume of the explosions on screen. You blew your nose in a tissue and resumed your position on Takeru’s shoulder. The gesture was platonic enough, but you realized then and there that there was only one shoulder you felt comfortable leaning on, whether it was friendly or not. You sat back up in your seat and met the gaze of a concerned volleyball player.  

“Takeru, I’m so sorry. Can you bring me home—“ the request died on your tongue as you witnessed, or at least you think you did— a dark blur of a a large body with…silver? No, white hair racing down the stairs as if he’d been pushed down them. The figure turned on its heels and fled the theatre in a faster speed than should be possible for a body so large. 

The oddness stopped you in your tracks for a second.

Why did that person-?

You were confused, until a waft of fresh mountainous breeze hit your nostrils, making you gasp. It was The best scent in the world. The scent that was vaguely imbedded in the sweater you were wearing. The scent that belonged to—oh God. You choked on your tears.

“Was that…..?” Your tear stained face scrunched together, trying to piece two-and-two together as your losty brain overworked itself. 

“What were you going to say? You want a drive home?” You could faintly hear Nakashima’s question even though he was right beside you. You were too busy thinking about how that couldn’t have been Aone who stormed out of here, would he choose this movie—oh my—

Lightbulb turning on, you whipped your entire upper body around and searched the seats for someone recognizable. While your scanning stopped momentarily on a few students from school, they ultimately swam to the person or persons you were looking for: There! Kenji-san and Koganagewa-san, two males who were looking at you and Takeru as if you two were the villains in the movie that just popped out of the screen. 

So that WAS Aone!

Why didn’t he come say hi?! 

Your heart started racing. Because you loved him. 

But if that was Aone..... 

Then why did he leave in such a hurry like that…?

And why were his friends looking at you and Nakashima like we…..?

Hold on. 

Your eyes take a mind of their own, whipping from Futakuchi, to Kanji, to Takeru, to Takeru’s shoulder that you ere just laying on, back to the vacant seat where Aone must have been sitting in the between his two friends, and then you looked down at your sweater—his sweater. You thought back to Aone’s shattered expression when you broke up with him by the Ferris wheel and then you saw your own brisk walk from that night redone in his body in the way he just left this theatre blur.

Oh no, You thought. Did this look like a…? With Takeru…?!

OH GOD NO. 

Your heart dropped like one of those rides at the amusement park: 

“Y/N. Are you okay? You look like you’re going to be sick! I can bring you home if you— Y/N? Y/N WAIT LET ME GET MY KEYS—!“ 

You were already gone, leaving your purse, wallet, phone and everything behind—not having to jump over anyones legs to run down the stairs and out of the theatre. You weren’t as fast as Aone, not by a long shot—but you’d be surprised how fast a girl can move when she’s running to the love of her life. 

Running around the empty theatre because everyone was watching a movie, you quickly checked the boys bathroom (not caring that you shouldn’t be in there) before realizing it was empty and then sprinting outside in to the cold night. 

Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. Please don’t be gone, you chanted. 

Your head snapped left and right, eyes scanning the parking lot for Aone’s car, and when you spotted it signalling and waiting to make a right out of the theatre, you dangerously raced toward it! Heart pumping, you jumped in front of the vehicle with both hands extended in front of you as if you had the strength to stop the car from moving if you could. 

The horn of the car honked dramatically, followed by a head that was not your Mountain Man’s sticking out the window to shout profanities at you to get the fuck out of the way. 

Stepping back shakily, you automatically went back to scanning the lot again for the same 4 wheeler, because locating that car was ALL that mattered right now. 

Finding HIM was all that mattered.

You had to be more cautious now in your search. More purposeful. 

Far back, hundreds of meters from where you were standing you could make out a car that you somehow knew was his. Something, just something, told you it was, and your heart started racing even faster. The lights had turned on like the driver was about to leave, and then it shut off again as if the driver changed their mind about leaving. Without thinking about it, only listening to the pull in your heart that said your man was over there, you used your years of cheerleading experience to catapult you toward the parked vehicle.

When you got closer, your heart squeezed on its own accord as if someone was making pizza dough with it. Slowing down, you took in the sight that was your ex boyfriend sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, white hair visible only because his head was down, forehead kissing the steering wheel, his shoulders vibrating slightly because he is crying. It’s him.

Position:

Not stopping to think anymore, acting on pure love and instinct, you sped over to the driver’s side and tugged the door open. Thank God it was unlocked.

This giant mountain man didn’t move from his position crying on the steering wheel. Only muttering a broken, “Kenji-san, please leave me—“

“Not Justin Bieber look-alike!” You croaked loudly, heart pounding when this gorgeous man’s head lifted as soon as you uttered your first syllable. He looked you up and down and your breath caught in your throat. You’ve NEVER seen such a beautiful man cry before, and although it tugged at what was left of your heart—you thought he looked breathtaking. 

“Y/N…..? D-did Kenji-san send you out-t-t he-here? I apolo-pologize—“

You shook your head, unable to stop yourself from pouring your heart out. 

“Hey. Remember the other day after you helped me film my cheerleading tryout, you said that you were happy we were fr-friends?” You asked sharply, ignoring his apology for now, and forever grateful for the fact that you had major cojones when you wanted to. They came in handy at times like this. 

With red puffy eyes, Aone wiped his face and then nodded, making you melt. 

“Well,” You took a shaky breath, sliding your own tears to the side before you left your heart out on the table for this man. 

“Well, I’m not your friend, Aone.” 

Aone visibly swallowed, his eyes welling up with tears again. He hated himself so much for crying like this. 

“I-I know, not y-yet, bu-but I was hoping one day you’d-d—“ Mountain man didn’t even know what he wanted to say, he was dead.

“No. I’m not your friend.” You repeated yourself, watching a shiver run through Takanobu due to the chill in your voice and the intensity your eyes held.

You could sense that he wasnt getting where you were going with this play on words, so you cut to the chase. Hopefully he would get it after hearing what he had to say next, just like you did when he said these same words to you once in a bowling alley. 

“The reason I can’t be your friend is because I like you so much more than a friend, Aone. You have no idea how much more.” 

Aone shivered again, his beautiful lips separating because his jaw dropped slightly. He recognized his words on your lips now, you could tell. He was understanding how you felt now, so you continued anxiously:

“Everything about you drives me absolutely insane, Takanobu. Your spirit, your love, the way you are the only man I will ever love……even the way you can’t notice that your ex is still madly in love with you, and that she only came here tonight to cry over you alone but ran into someone, and even though she was dumb enough to break up with you.”

Aone’s jaw had just dropped wider as you spoke, his mind reeling. 

You stepped in closer to where he was sitting in his car, closing the distance because you just couldn’t stand being any further from him anymore. You also wanted to whisper this next part. You wanted him to know that his confession to you was etched in your brain so much so that you could recite it in a moments notice, even if that said moment was full of pure emotional madness like right now. 

“I’m not your friend, Aone.” You repeated once again. “I don’t want to be. I want to be everything else for you. Everything more. Takanobu, I have a confession to make.” You used both of your cold hands to cup his cheeks, his beautiful, red, stubble filled, wet cheeks.

“I love you. I love you, my Mountain Man. I love you more than I did yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. I loved you on the Ferris wheel, and I loved you when you filmed my tryouts. I love you Right now, and I will forever. I will explain everything, I promise. But there has never been, nor will there ever be anyone else for me other than you, Aone-san.” 

You giggled through your tears because Takanobu looked so confused but happy. It was an odd expression, but very cute. You continued, 

“I know we get called Losties a lot which used to bother me, but you know what: maybe we are, but that’s besides the point—because all I know is that I used to hate being called that…. Until I met you.” You leaned in so that your foreheads were touching. “When I met you, Aone-san....... I stopped caring about being lost….... none of it mattered to me.......insofar as we were lost together. Together with you is the only way I want to go through life, Aone, so I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for letting my insecurities drive me and I’m sorry for possibly confessing to you when you have someone else. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m—“

Mountain Man imitated your gesture of cupping your cheeks in his large hands, wiping away your tears like you did to him. 

And then, without saying another word like he was good at—

He slid you into his lap sitting in the front seat, back in the same position he pulled you in the last time you two were at this theatre—

and then he kissed you. 

It was a kiss so passionate that you gasped into it, needing him, needing him like a hiker needed their mountain. A kiss so passionate it l lasted for the remaining duration of the movie (no word of a lie) because you refused to let each other go—but most importantly: it was a kiss that made you realize that you and Mountain Man weren’t just two losties lost together like you mentioned a bit ago—no. Absolutely not. Actually, this kiss was so passionate it made you realize that you were really two losties that were lost in every aspect in life—minus one:

Because you two could never be lost when it came to your feelings for one another. Finding true love happened to be the only aspect of life that most people on this planet remained lost in, which happened to be the exact aspect of life where you and Aone have both been….

Found. 

🐢

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A/N: That’s it! I am secretly here to let y’all know that there will be one more collection post next time I write, and that post will be the end of this losty series. I will cry when that time comes lmao but for now tysm for reading this marathon - I would loooove to hear your thoughts! I literally die when you guys comment or send me private messages reacting. It makes my whole day istg. Anyways, Wishing you all the best as always. See you next time. Xoxo

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[here4theheartbreak]

Just Called to Say Hi... (JinKook)

✩ AO3 Link Here!

✩ Relationships: jinkook (Jin x Jungkook)

✩ Genre/Universe: smut

✩ Rating: Explicit

✩ Tags: smut, phone sex, getting together, masturbation, dirty talk, PWP, toys, implied bottom Jungkook

✩ Summary: Jungkook has the dorm to himself and decides to take advantage. Then Jin calls. 

✩ Word Count: ~1.6k

✩ A/N: This fic fills the square Free Space for @btsholidaybingo​ .This fic was inspired by the prompt: “I have a gigantic crush on you, and you called me while I was masturbating, and I didn’t stop.” from this post.

The moment that a member got the entire dorm to himself was rare. 

Jungkook often wondered what the others did when they pulled the lucky card, so to speak. But in reality, it was probably the same thing he did. Kick back in their bed, watch a favorite adult film without headphones, and take their time. All day to himself, Jungkook planned on enjoying it. Most of his personal time was spent in rushed showers and quick ten or fifteen minutes of downtime before another member was banging on his door for whatever reason. So when one film turned into two, his plan to jerk of turned into edging, letting himself tease and savor the sweet build in his guts. 

After a solid hour of teasing, the phone buzzed in Jungkook’s hand. When Jin’s name popped up on his screen, muting the high moans of the man in the film he’d been watching, Jungkook should have pressed decline. It was a stupid idea when it passed through his mind. But stupid ideas and stupidly horny often went together when Jungkook was involved, so he pressed accept, his right hand still grasping his lube covered cock. He tried to steady his breathing. 

“Yeah?”

“JK, how’s it going?”

“G—Good,” Jungkook rubbed his thumb over his tip, sparks of pleasure curling his toes against the mattress. “Why’re you calling?”

“Just to say hi. I’m coming back to the dorm tonight, who else is around?”

“Nobody, just me.” Jungkook began to stroke his cock slowly, Jin’s soft voice a pleasant rumble. He’d had a crush on Jin for a solid seven years. More than once Jungkook had come to the fantasy of Jin fucking into him. This was a dream come true. Especially with how long he’d been teasing himself… Jin probably could have been reading him a recipe for broiled eels and scrambled eggs and he would have come hard enough to lose consciousness.

“I mean tonight, do you know who’ll be home?”

“Everyone but Taehyungie-hyung and Ho—Hobi-hyung.” Jungkook struggled to keep his voice steady. Jin’s voice in his ear was knotting his stomach to bits. “They’re staying with their family one… Oh, one more night.”

“You okay? You sound breathless.”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure? You’re not sick, are you? Where are you?” 

“No, no. I feel fine. Just laying in bed.” Wishing your cock was buried inside me. 

Jungkook barely bit back the moan at the image, his ass flexing around the thick plug up his ass. 

“Laying in bed? What, you jerking off?” Jin teased, chuckling. Jungkook’s throat clicked.

“No!” He cried, a bit too sharply. 

Jin remained silent a moment, and Jungkook struggled to match it. His cock throbbed in his grip and he gasped softly. 

Jin chuckled, a low sound that shot spikes of arousal straight to Jungkook’s balls.

“You are.”

“I am not,” Jungkook muttered.

“I can hear you, JK. You’re jerking off. With me on the phone. Is it a voyeur thing? Wanna see if you won’t get caught?” 

“No,” Jungkook whispered. Jin’s voice had dropped a few octaves, all humor gone. It had been replaced with something unfamiliar... And fucking sexy.

“No? Then maybe you want to jerk off to my voice. You wanna come hearing your hyung talk?”

“N—No...”

“Don’t lie. I know you’re squeezing it right now. You think I haven’t noticed your little crush? I thought it might fade... But it hasn’t, hm?”

“Hyung—“

“Don’t whine at me. I knew what you were doing the second you answered. I can hear it. You get that certain.. Tone. Are you playing with your cock, Jungkook?”

Jungkook whined, guilt and shame reddening his cheeks.

“Answer.”

“Yes… I’m sorry, hyung. It was wrong of me.”

“Squeeze your cock and moan for me, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook stared at the ceiling a moment, blinking dumbly. “Wh—What?”

“I said, squeeze your cock. Moan. I want to hear you. Now, Jungkook.”

Jungkook obeyed, his toes curling against the mattress. “Hyung—“ He shuddered, tugging gently at his aching cock.

“That’s it. Stroke it, baby. Pretend it’s me.” 

Jungkook heard the distinct sound of a zipper and moaned. “Jin-hyung, please...”

“That’s right, JK, you’d beg just like that for my cock. I’m getting so hard. Fuck... I wanna use your gorgeous mouth. Would you like that?”

Jungkook whined, and Jin tsked. “Answer me. I’ll stop asking so nicely if you don’t.”

“Yes, hyung.”

“I’d make you look at me while I held your head down... I’d want you to swallow my whole cock, get it nice and wet. Need it wet for where I’d stick it next.”

Jungkook whined, bucking his hips against his fist as he jerked his cock. “Where?” He panted.

Jin moaned, a low, throaty sound that nearly had Jungkook coming right there. “Ever taken a cock up your ass, baby?”

“No!” Jungkook gasped.

“Do you want to? Wanna feel my cock slide into you? I bet you’re so tight... Have you ever played with your hole?”

“I have a plug in me right now, hyung... It’s not big enough... I want your cock,” Jungkook whispered, his own words making him flush a deep red.

“Take it out, nice and slow. And then put two fingers in.” 

Jungkook obeyed, putting the phone on speaker near his head. He whined and moaned, trying to do his best to please Jin. He could hear the wet sounds of him jerking off, and couldn’t help but picture it, his cheeks flushed, lips parted... 

“Jin-hyung!” Jungkook cried as he pressed two fingers into his hole. 

“That’s it, fuck yourself on them now baby. If I was there that’s how I’d get you ready for me. Finger your sweet, tight hole. I’d suck your cock too. I know how thick you are, you could watch your hyung gag on it, oh god, Jungkook...” 

“Hyung— Jin-hyung, I want it,” Jungkook moaned, listening to Jin pant and rasp on the other end of the line. “I’ll take your cock so well.”

“Wanna come in you. Fuck you so full you can’t hold another drop,” Jin’s voice was strained, his breath coming quicker. “Take your fingers out. Put the toy back in and make yourself come. Let me know how bad you need me to fuck you.” 

Jungkook pushed the plug back in with a low moan. He began to stroke himself in earnest, babbling and moaning, pleading with Jin to fuck him hard, deep, bend him over the desk, against the wall. 

Jin moaned back just as wantonly, promising everything Jungkook wanted and more. The sound of skin on skin added to the eroticism; Jin was jerking off to him... Jungkook’s face began to burn.

“‘M close—“

“Me too. God, I want to be inside you. Fuck, JK—“ Jin groaned, grunting rhythmically. Jungkook’s heart leapt. He was coming... Jungkook turned him on enough to come.

“M—May I come?” Jungkook panted.

“Come for your hyung,” Jin growled, his voice strained. 

Jungkook gave his balls a gentle squeeze and stroked his cock a bit harder. He screamed Jin’s name when he came, his cock twitching as he spurted thick, hot ropes of come up his chest. 

Jungkook’s body went limp with his afterglow, a small, dumb smirk on his face. Just as the reality of what happened hit him, Jin’s panting on the other end a reminder that no, it wasn’t a dream, a text came through.  He opened it, gasping. It was Jin’s chest and thighs, his jeans barely visible mid-thigh. His cock was softening against his hip, his toned stomach painted with ropes of white.

“Take a picture,” Jin panted. Jungkook obeyed, his hands shaking as he struggled to get a good one. He sent it back, chewing his lip until Jin groaned.

“Jungkook...”

“Just called to say hi, huh?” Jungkook teased.

“I want you to shower and clean yourself. Inside and out.” Jin’s voice, despite breathless, was stern. “I’m coming home tonight... And I’m going to take you to dinner. And then I’m going to take you to a hotel.”

Jungkook swallowed audibly.

“And I’m going to make good on all those promises. Do you want that, Jungkook?”

“Yes— I do.”

“You want me to take your virginity?”

“Nobody but you.”

Jin chuckled. “I’ll see you in a few hours, baby... After you clean up... Wear that plug. I want you already loosened up for me. You’re gonna walk funny tomorrow, I’m promising that.”

Jungkook whined. “You’re gonna kill me.” 

Jin laughed. “Good way to go out. I’ll see you soon.”

“You’re not mad?” Jungkook worried.

“Not at all. I’ve been trying to come up with an easy way to tell you I know about the crush and reciprocate it... This worked even better.”

Jungkook giggled. “I’d say. I’ll see you soon.”

“Right.” Jin hung up. 

Jungkook laid still for a moment, replaying what had just happened. He’d had phone sex with his group mate... And now he had a date with him. He looked at the picture on his phone, his cock twitching and heart skipping a beat. He helped get Jin there. As he was staring, another text came through. Jungkook opened it, gaping at the picture. 

It was a selfie, but Jin’s mouth was open, a trickle of come dribbling over his plump bottom lip. His fingers, wet and shiny, were visible, on his chin. 

‘This should have been inside your pretty mouth or ass, Jungkookie. Don’t make me make that mistake again.’

Jungkook shifted, snapping a photo of his legs spread, silvery plug glinting in the light of the room.

‘Never. Right here for you to use… Any time you want, hyung. All the time.’

He sent it, reaching down and removing the plug before cleaning himself up. He had a date tonight… And he had a funny feeling it was going to be one of the best nights of his life. 

[btsposties]

MATES (2) -M-

―pairings: Jungkook x Reader (this chapter), BTS x Reader

―genre: smut, mature, slight e2l, College!AU, werewolves!AU

―warnings: smut duh, foul language, dirty talk, boys being rough, grinding, choking, fingering, spanking, jealousy, teasing, marking kink, the boys can’t control themselves around you, idk smut.

―summary: The Bangtan boys, a clique of seven extremely good looking, rich, smart boys on campus, quite adored by females, except no one was able to really get close to them and past their brotherhood. You never truly bothered to get to know them, until that one fateful day where you discovered their secret. You tried to avoid them, but alas they could always sniff you out because the boys needed you. 

Let the hunt being.

―part (1)

tags: @ayujaded​ @toddsgirl27​ @mrcleanheichou​ @yeontanie21​ thanks for the support!

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“Say that again?” the tallest male blinked and tilted his head, listening carefully to what the other male said. The members were all gathered in the living room of their grand house.

“I think we found an Alphas Mate” the owner of the deep voice repeated.

“Taehyung...” the tallest frowned, “You want me to believe that a mere powerless, fragile human is an Alphas Mate” he raised an eyebrow still unable to believe the other.

“For fuck’s sake Namjoon, Jimin almost screwed her brains out on the sofa, he was acting like a damn bitch in heat, no normal female human would get him like that” another male chipped in, “even Jungkook is whipped for her” he pointed at Jungkook who in turn just shrugged his shoulder.

“Yoongi please, this doesn’t make sense, please think logically.” Namjoon insisted. Never in his many years of being with countless females or even werewolves had he felt any raw animalistic urges to mark them as his mate, let alone even considering a human as a potential mate for life.

“But it is true, Namjoon, you have to believe me, I couldn’t control myself when I met her. I know I like flirting and playing around with females but she...” Taehyung paused and rubbed the back of his neck, frustrated that the Alpha wouldn’t believe him, “She was so beautiful. I felt like she was so perfect for us like she would fit right in, so challenging, so wild and free!” he exclaimed, the excitement clearly showing. 

“Calm down there pup, she isn’t yours,” Jungkook said in a firm tone, making Taehyung nervously shift in his seat. Jungkook looked at Namjoon who just sat there pondering at the possibilities of the existence of such humans. A human who could stir up even an Alpha werewolf’s heart.

“I guess I need to meet this Y/N that’s making the pack go wild” Namjoon finally decided that he had to see to believe and that the words of his excited brothers were just not enough proof. “It could just be the moon or the hormones, was she on her period or something?” he turned to Jimin.

The smaller and gentler looking werewolf chuckled, “No, I would’ve noticed on our previous encounter, trust me.”  he giggled at the last part, making the reason too obvious.

“Then I must go pay the little Y/N a visit sometime,” Namjoon murmured to himself.

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You had been extremely cautious on campus ever since your little incident back at the Bantang household. You dreaded meeting Jimin or Taehyung again, afraid of how you might find yourself tangled in their hands again. You had just accepted the fact that you had learned of their secret- or at least that they weren’t normal humans and that they were surely going to contact you again. Damn, were they going to kidnap you? murder you? prey on you like what the wolf wanted to with Little Red? did they have some magical powers that could erase your memories? “Holy shit, I’m fucked.” you barely whispered out loud.

“Why are you just staring at your lunch? I can always have it if you don’t want any” Jackson, your best friend waved his hand in front of your eyes, hoping you would come back. “What’s gotten into you lately?”

You let out a sigh, “It’s...nothing really, I’m just overthinking things” you took another bite of your peanut butter and jelly sandwich, lately, you just couldn’t find your appetite, mind preoccupied with Bangtan scared that they might show up the next corner you took, “I hope” you sighed again.

And just like that, two whole weeks had passed. Maybe you really were just being way too paranoid. Maybe they decided to leave you alone since you never spilled their secret. An implicit agreement of we won’t kill you if you don’t speak sort of thing. You decided that was most likely what had happened and felt like you should go back to your usual life without worries.

You walked into your most hated course of the semester, not because of the teacher or the subject, after all, it was just an ethics course that almost everyone had to take at some point. All you had to do was sit in class, read and hand in whatever work the teacher wanted you to write about. The reason for your hatred was because although you only had this class once every week, you shared the same room and roof as her - Sara. The annoying bitch that for some reason couldn’t keep her loud self to her side of the room.

“Huh, so it is true,” you heard her say. Great, here we fucking go again... you rolled your eyes and turned the opposite way from the source of the voice, the girl sitting next to you looked at you and shook her head almost taking pity.

You could hear the loud clacking of Sara’s heels, who wore heels every day to class anyway? “What do you want?” you deadpanned wanting this encounter to end as soon as possible.

“You see...” she sing-sang as she approached and stood in front of your seat, putting one of her palms on the desk and flipping her hair with the other hand. “There’s this little birdy that told me that you, Y/N, went to Bangtan’s house alone and fucked one of the guys,” she giggled and looked around the room, trying to catch everyone's attention.

“And where would you get that baseless rumor from?” you raised your voice challenging her, she was known to be a troublemaker, thus not a lot of people really believing the garbage that came out her mouth. Deep inside though, you were shitting bricks, did someone actually see you? the only one that knew was Jackson and no one else, and you knew that boy was loyal.

“Oh Y/N, someone saw you and of course, they told me. And now I’m telling the whole class!” Sara exclaimed and clasped her hands together clearly enjoying this, “So I guess it is true, isn’t it? You went to their house.”

You felt irked, why was she so annoying? You weren’t the type to be stepped on either, so you took a deep breath and readied yourself for chaos.

“Yep, so what of it?” you smiled.

Sara’s eyes widened a bit, not expecting you to admit that publicly, she then smiled, “did they give you their number? call you back? contact you again?”

You shook your head, thankfully.

“Then I guess they didn’t like you huh?” she continued and you raised an eyebrow at her statement because Jimin sure as hell looked like he was enjoying himself back then. “They dumped you just like the other girls, one fuck and forever dumped” she added.

Oh.

Ooooh.

Now everything makes sense. 

As if everything in the puzzle finally fit together, you finally made sense as to why the boys hadn’t shown up since then. That must be it. The rumor was true then, you were just another girl they fucked -or almost- and dumped. You let out a small relieved sigh confusing Sara. You were glad that they weren’t out there plotting to kidnap you for knowing their secret, they were just bored of you and since you had kept your mouth shut, they let you free. Right? 

Right?

Sara pursed her lips together, not liking the way you were ignoring her attempts at ruining your day, “I would feel so bad knowing that I did so badly in bed” she cleared her throat trying to get you to react to her.

“Right.” You hummed.

Sara frowned, she wasn’t satisfied with your reaction. You, on the other hand, could give no shits about childish Sara at the moment, too happy to finally have your mind at true peace. Just as Sara was about to say something else, the professor entered the room and asked everyone to sit down, making the upset Sara cross her arms and stomp back to her seat.

----

You were so preoccupied with texting Jackson and sharing your little feud with Sara as you walked down the halls that you had failed to notice the tall male that stood still staring at you as you approached his way. Face glued on the phone and to no one's surprise, you crashed against the body, the person's solid chest making you smack your phone to your face. Ah- Dammit, not again... you took a step back and rubbed your hurt nose while putting your phone away.

“My bad” you offered a dry smile.

“Y/N” he smiled showing his dimples.

“Hm? Yeah, do I know you?” You analyzed the male in front of you, his hair was combed up and dyed ash silver, sun-kissed skin, around 1,80. He wore very casual clothes: loose gray t-shirt ripped jeans and sneakers. It would be a lie if you didn’t admit that he was very attractive.

“N-, Y-yes? Maybe? I’m not sure...technically no, heh.” He looked down flustered and for a second you could’ve sworn that he was blushing slightly, “I’m Namjoon, nice to finally meet you Y/N” he extended his hand to shake yours.

You took his hand and shook it lightly, shy at first but then slightly confused. It wasn’t too rare for guys to ask you out or try to get your number but something about him seemed different, he spoke to you as if he really knew about you. The man called Namjoon must have sensed your confusing state, so to get things going, he moved to the side gesturing you to keep going on your way.

“So, how have you been?” surprisingly, the male decided to keep walking next to you, slowing down his pace every few steps so he wouldn’t get too ahead of your short steps. Honestly, you couldn’t help but find this cute. “I was wondering perhaps you would like to talk for a bit, somewhere more private?” 

Is he a stalker? am I in danger? You pondered, honestly weirded out at what Namjoon had suggested, you had no reason to go somewhere more “private” with him. “Uh, Namjoon... I don’t know you. Honestly, this is so stranger danger to me.” you said bluntly, cutting the bullshit.

“Huh. Guess I need to hang around a bit more around campus then...” he murmured to himself, you were still unsure on whether or not you should let your guard down in front of the handsome male. Suddenly he let out a laugh, taking you a bit by surprise.

“Okay then, if that’s all then I need to be on my way...” you waved goodbye as you picked up your pace, wanting to get away from him. There was something strange about him that you just weren’t sure what it was, your safest choice was to keep a distance from him.

Namjoon sighed, “I know that you know, Y/N” his voice dropped a few octaves as you slowly registered what he meant, you felt your heart drop and cold sweat breaking as you came to the realization of what he was referring to. You turned around wide eyes. It can’t be...no, I thought this was over.

“W-what do you mean?” you stuttered as you saw how Namjoon’s expression turned from friendly to serious, his stare piercing you, almost too intimidating. The man started to walk towards you, hands tucked in his jean pockets. 

Namjoon towered you, definitely. Eyes looking at you fiercely, one of his hands coming up to caress your cheek with the back of his fingers, “Y/N, the boys told me that they went crazy for you. I mean both Jungkook and Jimin? Taehyung I understand, he’s...easily excitable...” he trailed off and tilted your head slightly to the side exposing your neck, “You smell sweet, I guess that’s different from others...” he mumbled to himself.

Your breath hitched, unsure of what to do. This man, this Namjoon guy knew Jungkook, Jimin, and even Taehyung. He knew that you knew about them, was he one of the Bangtan? You weren’t sure you had seen him around, what did he want? Your mind was all over the place, nervous and yet curious about what was to happen as you listened to Namjoon. Something about him captivated you.

“Let’s go home Y/N,” he said and grabbed your hand, taking you to what you assumed would be the Bangtan household, to what he would call home. “We need to talk, all of us.”

You followed.

----

You weren’t sure why you followed Namjoon, you should’ve run for it, called Jackson, the police, your mom, oh how would she have screamed at you for not listening to your stranger danger radar. Yet here you were, getting out of Namjoon’s expensive Audi who-knows-what model sports car, you weren’t too knowledgable in that area. You were however somewhat familiar with the grand house you were about to enter, your last adventure with Jimin flashing past you as you saw the sofa, this time the house looked clean and organized.

“Y/N!” you heard a male shout as you entered the house, you looked up to find the familiar boxy smile man coming out of his room and greeting you from the second-floor balcony that looked over the living room and entrance. You smiled at him, he must have used his sharp senses and noticed that you were here- 

Oh, right...oh god, you had just willingly entered a house full of non-humans, why do you make such poor choices in life? Is this okay? was this it? Was this how you would die, in the hands of seven beautiful men?

“I need to send my location first” you announced just in time for everyone to hear. The rest of the Bangtan Boys were gathering in the living room some faces familiar, some not. You took your phone out and texted Jackson: I’m at the wolves den. Bangtan boys invited me over, I willingly stepped into this house again...curse their charms and good looks. Pray for me.

You could hear a loud and cheerful laugh coming from a brown-haired male as you sent the text to your friend. You looked up to find him trying to hold back his laughter, “We won’t hurt you, trust me, if any of us did anything to you the Alphas would have their fangs on our throats” he chuckled, you could notice that he had a very loud and bright personality.

“Okay, listen, I’m sorry I found out about your secret, I’m sure you don’t feel safe with me knowing...but I actually came here to say that I won’t tell anyone, I haven’t and I have no need to.” You turned to the unknown faces and smiled, “I don’t have anything to gain from that” you assured.

You were standing in the middle of the room, the seven boys all surrounding you, listening. Their expressions unchanging, as if focusing on something else and not on what you were saying.

“This human is the one?” a small-framed very fair-skinned male asked, “I’m not quite convinced, sure she’s banging from head to toes, she looks like she has personality but an Alpha’s Mate? not too sure about that” he slurred his speech, “didn’t you say you jumped her when you saw her, huh lover boy?” he pointed at Taehyung, your eyes turned to him horrified. Just what had they been talking about without your knowledge?

Taehyung nodded and Jimin came forward, “Now, don’t go all denying the fact that you all don’t smell her” Smell you? did you stink? You were uncomfortable with his remark, “She smells so sweet, I can’t describe it, it makes me go crazy even now” he winked at you and smirked. You rolled your eyes, you hated when they treated you like that, all superficial charms and empty words, you were too used to it.

All eyes were on you, their pupils dark, you felt like hopeless prey in front of them. Looking around the room you decided that you didn’t want to be the center of attention anymore and eyed the empty seat next to Jungkook and went to it, “Okay, you wanted to talk right Namjoon? Let’s talk!” you smiled nervously as you settled next to Jungkook who held his breath and lowered his head.

Namjoon observed the pack’s reaction to your presence, amused at the way Jungkook had just reacted now. He watched how the youngest of them let out a deep breath before leaning back on the sofa and turning to stare at your side profile. Meanwhile, in your seat, your hands slightly brushed against Jungkook’s when you went to push your long hair back behind your ears, a nervous habit of yours. Immediately you felt the strange sensation on your hands once again, it traveled up your arm and made your heart pound. Am I having a stroke or something? You touched your forehead anxiously checking for fever or sweating. Anything really that could explain the tingling.

“Y/N, let me introduce you to the pack as one of the Alpha’s,” Namjoon finally felt like easing the tense atmosphere, “We are a pack of werewolves, nothing too different from your species honestly, just stronger, better looking, faster...you could say that we are more enhanced humans” he explained.

“We also turn into big bad wolves” a male you have yet to be introduced to joked, “think of us as humans that sometimes act like canines who may or may not turn to big dogs when too emotional.”

You sat there trying to take everything in, time flew by as each member tried to chime in and tell you about their species although honestly, this was too much for you to take in. You turned to Namjoon when he loudly clapped two times to gather everyone’s attention.

“Okay okay, so let’s wrap this up it’s getting late for Y/N, I’m sure she has plenty of information she needs to take in,” Nanjoon proceded to point at Jimin and introduced every member to you, “That’s Jimin, you know him. That’s the oldest Jin. Yoongi, he’s a bit snarky but you’ll like him. Taehyung, no need to say anymore. This is Hoseok, he’s quite hyper. Then there’s me Namjoon and finally...” Namjoon looked at the figure next to you. Your body too aware of his presence.

“Jungkook” you breathed out and turned to face the male. His stare was piercing, lips slightly curling into a smirk as he reached out to gently hold a strand of your hair and letting it slip past his fingers.

“Nice to see you again love” Jungkook whispered to you.

“He’s the youngest, a bit tough and hard to read sometimes but deep down he’s a softie” Namjoon teased and received an Aish, Hyung from the younger one. “We have many things to discuss with you but we need time, I just want to make sure however that you know the following things...” the Alpha’s expression turned serious and everyone in the room quieted down.

“One: You cannot and must not tell others about us.” You nodded.

“Two: We are not the only ones of our kind, obviously.” You gulped and nodded, never really having thought about it. Were you hanging out with other werewolves without knowing?

“Three: Bangtan is not like the other packs, we are quite...unusual” you raised an eyebrow curiously, “Do you know what an Alpha is?” he asked you.

You gave it a thought, “Well, I guess it’s the leader? Of the pack? I guess” Namjoon hummed approvingly of your response.

“In a simple way yes. It’s the one that leads a pack, the dominant one.” his eyes slightly shifted to your left, your eyes following the direction of his gaze. “Bangtan...” he sighed, “Bangtan has three Alphas,” he said with slight annoyance in his tone.

“So you mean...Jungkook is an Alpha...” you reached the conclusion since Namjoon didn’t leave the gaze off the younger one even though he was talking to you. He must be referring to him as one of the Alphas, you thought.

Namjoon nodded, “and the third one is our lovely Jimin, though he might not really act like one. Don’t let him fool you.” Namjoon set his sight on you again, “Packs are not supposed to have more than one leader do you know what I mean Y/N?”

“N-not really...”

“We will decide and must decide who the top dog is” you sensed the tension in the air, this must be a sensitive issue for the pack. You weren’t sure why he was telling you this information.

“Y/N, you’ll help us” Jimin’s soft voice filled the room and the contents in your stomach turned, feeling a bit nauseous you frowned at Jimin, almost asking him to rephrase what he had said because your ears couldn’t believe him.

“I think I’ve overstayed” you got up and scrambled to grab your bag and headed towards the door, “This is not my problem, I appreciate that you guys trust me, but this is just too much, I won’t tell anyone but please keep me out of this.” your hands reached for the door handle only to have a large warm hand grab your wrist and stop you.

Your eyes opened wide, still not used to the superpower shenanigans that the boys were capable of doing, you pulled your hand away and looked at the owner of the hand that stopped you. Jungkook. 

“Y/N, let me take you home.” 

“No thanks, I’m fine.” you opened the door and it was dark outside, realization hitting you that Namjoon had been the one to give you a ride and that you were going to have to walk back home alone at dark in a very lonely neighborhood, it was at least half an hour walk. You pressed your lips together and took a deep breath, you had to do this, it’s too late to turn back, you weren’t going to embarrass yourself asking them for another ride after being the one to rush out.

“I wasn’t asking you,” Jungkook said dryly and stepped outside with you, he took out the car key and the same Audi sports car flashed its lights and unlocked itself. “Let’s go” he grabbed your hand and guided you to the car. The hand that Jungkook held felt incredibly hot and tingly, you blushed at the thought of holding his hand and settled in the passenger seat trying to ignore the rise in your body temperature.

“It wouldn’t be too crazy to assume you already know where I live”

“Yep,” Jungkook admitted. Of course they knew, they had probably investigated everything about you by now.

The first few minutes of the car ride was awkward. Pure silence and the sound of the car moving to its destination. Your hands holding tightly onto the seatbelt, unsure of what to. Next to you, Jungkook’s eyes were focused on the road, once in a while, you could hear him sniffle. “You can just leave me on the other side of the road so you don’t have to turn around-”

“Nah” Jungkook responded.

“I just don’t want my neighbors to see me come out of this flashy car, they’ll think I’m with a pimp or something” you almost facepalmed hard at the lame excuse. 

Jungkook turned to you and you could feel he was judging hardcore, “Y/N...” he frowned, “just what kind of reputation do you have with your neighbors? Getting out of a nice car doesn’t mean you pimped yourself out that doesn't make sense.”

You opened your mouth to refute but he was right, you sighed, “I...just feel a bit uncomfortable here, you’re just- you’re impossibly intimidating Jungkook.” you confessed eyes straight on the road.

Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle, “Am I really?” he turned to you once more, this time his expression different, mischief in his eyes.

“Are you serious? You’re just so quiet, and tall, to me at least. Big and everything I see you wear is black! You also look like you’re ready to break someone's face if you wanted to just for the fun of it.” 

Jungkook looked down at his clothes. Yep, black hoodie, black cargo pants, black boots, black hair. He almost laughed at your comment. “Well damn Y/N, now that you say it, I see what you mean!” he smiled amusingly, corner of his eyes wrinkling a bit. Your heart almost jumped out of your body.

“Plus, you guys don’t exactly have the best reputation around, especially with women” you added, “I’m not sure why you guys want me to help, I really don’t wish to involve myself in any Twilight Jacob werewolf-vampire dispute or whatever problem you guys have.”

Jungkook frowned, “Vampires don’t exist.” 

“Oh, but werewolves do?” you deadpanned.

“Yeah, well- not the types from romance novels, those kind vampires don’t exist.” he rubbed the back of his neck slightly uncomfortable with the topic, “As for werewolves, it’s complicated.”

“Complicated is an understatement,” you rolled your eyes, this conversation was ridiculous. Part of you just couldn’t believe the monsters you thought were fictional were very much real and breathing next to you. The other part of you very much so believed it all, after all, you had personally witnessed the powers. 

“Do you like scratches?”

“Huh?” Jungkook almost stopped driving, unsure if he understood your question, “what do you mean?”

“You’re a dog right?”

“Wolf. Werewolf. Part wolf.” he corrected you as saw a small pout forming on his lips not really liking you comparing his species to a regular household canine.

“Same thing, so do you?” you didn’t know what had gotten into you but your curiosity was getting best of you, you had to know now the answer, you didn’t wait until Jungkook verbally gave you an answer and reached out to him. You put your hands behind his ear, your fingers slightly tangling with a few strands of his hair and gave it a go.

Immediately, Jungkook tilted his head to the side, “stopstopstop” he giggled, “y/n this is dangerous, I’m driving!” he was trying to hold in his laughter. You pulled your hand away satisfied with the confirmation of your thoughts and burst out laughing.

“You can’t tell the others about this” he gave you sheepish smile.

For a second you were lost at the sight of this Jungkook, it was different and new seeing him show a softer side of him. You hadn’t noticed that he actually had very soft yet manly features: big doe eyes that you just discovered now that you had taken a good look at him- they weren’t that intimidating now that he wasn’t looking so serious, thin upper lip, his longish dark hair just reaching below his eyes. He looked very youthful, playful, innocent-like even.

“Stop staring so much, or I can’t promise I’ll control myself before I get you home if you keep this up” his words smacked you right back to reality. You whispered a quiet sorry and wanted to hide, Jungkook had just caught you staring.

“I wasn’t staring. I was just...taking in details of your face” you lied, “not every girl is dying to get in your pants Jeon.” you frowned.

Jungkook smirked slightly unable to hide his enjoyment, he set an arm on the window sill and rubbed his lips, he sucked in a bit of air through his mouth and looked at you sideways tilting his head back a bit, “Am I really just that handsome?” he raised and dropped one eyebrow cockily. 

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at his silly expression, of all the things that could happen you didn’t picture yourself laughing with Jungkook during the car ride, both of you giggling at his endless exaggerated meme-able expressions showing you how “handsome” he could be. You were laughing uncontrollably the whole time this happened, truly comfortable with the Bangtan member. Maybe they were decent people after all.

“Jesus stop Jungkook! Focus on the road!” you laid your hand on top of Jungkook’s, giggling and his grip on the staring wheel tightened, his eyebrows furrowed and you let out an audible gasp. It was as if there was a spark when your hands touched. You immediately pulled your hand away and held it close to you dumbfounded as tingling started to take over it.

“I-i think I’m showing signs of heart attack or stroke, I don’t know, my hand...” you nervously spoke. Jungkook, on the other hand, slowed down and steered to the side of the road and parked the car on the almost empty street. He sighed before turning to look at you.

“Jungkook, I’m worried. It keeps happening whenever I’m around you guys or I don’t know if it’s a coincidence but i-”

“Calm down Y/N” Jungkook cooed, grabbed both hands and lowered them down, “Please, breathe” he whispered with concerned eyes. He could hear your heart quickly picking up the pace and you panicked, “trust me, it’s not something bad, just breathe, don’t panic.”

You took a deep breath in...and a deep breath out while looking at his lowly dimmed face. His hands felt very warm holding yours and although there was a tingling sensation, there was no pain or any other symptoms, your heartbeat going back to a steady and normal rhythm, your panic most likely the reason for its rapid beating. You somehow managed to calm down while doing breathing exercises with Jungkook, who watched you carefully the whole time.

“Looks like your hearts back to normal” he smiled, “you’re not having any sort of heart attack, you just panicked” his thumbs rubbed calming circular motions on your palm, “this tingling that you feel Y/N, I feel it too.”

“You do?” He nodded.

“It’s a sign,” he whispered lowly almost inaudible, “that we’re meant to be.”

He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, his gaze so soft and sincere that your body started to react to him on its own. Jungkook’s gaze dropped to your lips and he slowly leaned his body in, also acting on instincts. As if you could feel his very warm body heat spread over, you also started to feel the warmness in your cheeks as you could feel his face draw closer and closer. You felt like you were under a spell.

“Jungkook...” you mumbled and he stopped his movement immediately, his eyes traveled to yours as if waiting for permission to continue and you responded by lowering your shy gaze down to his lips, you weren’t sure if this was correct, you weren’t completely registering what was happening as you were mere seconds from kissing Jungkook. And it happened.

His soft lips touched yours lightly, lips slowly exploring yours, almost scared of hurting you or perhaps he was giving you a chance to back away before it was too late. But you gave in, you leaned forward and responded to his kiss by deepening it, intensifying it and Jungkook loved it.

“God you’re driving me mad right now” Jungkook pulled away to look at your expression, your half lid eyes were staring back at him, your lips slightly parted and breathing heavily. Your face truly begging for more and it was costing Jungkook inhumane self-control to not just take you right there. He cupped your cheek and his thumb caressed it as you melted into his touch, he was being so gentle with you that you just didn’t know how to coherently respond to his actions.

“I should get you home now” he whispered and left a kiss on your forehead, you both settled back in your seats, Jungkook once again focused on the road and you on the warmness on your forehead on the place his lips had touched. Your whole face was heating up, you hadn't said a peep, the mind too preoccupied replaying everything that you had failed to notice that you were home.

Jungkook got off along with you and stood next to you as you were a nervous wreck trying to open the door to your home. “Jackson’s not home?” he finally spoke.

You nodded and opened the door, the familiar smell of your house invading you. Coffee and food, mixed in with the lavender smell from the air freshener. “Do you want anything to drink?” you asked as you took off your shoes and settled your bag on the counter.

Jungkook didn’t expect you to invite him in, all he wanted to do was really make sure you were home safely. He looked around the house, it was pretty normal, not too messy yet organized in its own way. It suited you. He took a step in and closed the front door making sure to lock it.

“Water is fine, I’ll stay until Jackson’s back” you hummed as you went over the fridge and passed him a cold bottle of water. You told him to make himself at home, turned on the tv and that you were going to change into something more comfortable.

Oh god, why did I invite him in? It just happened so fast I couldn’t stop myself, he did give me a ride, this is just a small thank you- You spoke to yourself as you quickly put on your usual home clothes. A thin, loose, very worn out t-shirt and pajama shorts. You rushed out of your room not wanting to keep Jungkook awkwardly alone in your living room on his own for too long.

“Y/N”

“Yeah?” 

“Do you usually wear that at home?” Jungkook frowned eyeing you from head to toes and stopping his gaze at your chest. Oh. You froze in the hallway as you were making your way to the living room, and stared back at Jungkook who was sitting on the sofa eyes glued on you.

“I can see your tits poking, y/n” Jungkook was an honest man.

“STOP STARING” you shouted and covered yourself. Out of habit, you had taken your bra off when you had changed, a routine you did every day at the end of the day. As you were about to turn around and head to wear something more proper, you felt something pull you back and stop you on your tracks.

Turning around you realized it was Jungkook, again using his insane speed to get to you. “Does Jackson get to see you walk around the house like this every day?” his tone was low, dark, he almost sounded mad.

“No- Yes- Maybe?...” you stepped back and Jungkook stepped forward. You were clearly trying to put some distance between you now that you felt exposed, but he didn’t quite get the message through. You couldn’t help but blush at the fact that Jungkook was staring at you, knowing that just a flimsy fabric was keeping him from seeing your direct skin. 

It’s not like it was the first time a man admired your body or that you hadn’t been with a man...It’s just the fact that it was the Jeon Jungkook that was the one that was staring you down, he somehow made you feel flustered.

“Stay back. I don’t like it when you guys get too close to me.” He continued stepping forward.

“Why not?” he paused and tilted his head to the side waiting for your answer.

“I- It’s weird, I don’t know, I can’t control myself. YOU guys can’t keep your hands to yourself” Jungkook lips slightly curled up, he found your flustered self cute.

He continued to corner you until your back was facing the end of the corridor, he looked very composed, confident, unlike you. His big innocent doe eyes no longer there when his hand reached to touch your lips. 

“Show me what he sees every day” he whispered leaning down next to your ears.

Your body was on fire, there was something about Jungkook that made you so attracted to him despite barely knowing him. You gulped nervously and lowered the arm that was covering your breasts, you immediately felt your sensitive nipples perk up and rub against the fabric, clearly visible through the shirt.

Jungkook took a deep breath in, “Jesus Y/N, look at yourself” his hand went down to cup your breast and gave the nub a few circles with his thumb, “you should at least be considerate with your roommate, how much self-control do you think humans have?” his hot breath was on your neck, his hand gently fondling your breast before he rested both his hands on your hips. 

He was right, you hadn’t realized how uncomfortable this could’ve been for Jackson, maybe he hadn’t said anything because this was your house after all. You saw him as a really close friend you could trust and he was very respectful of your space so you had never once realized that your comfort could be a discomfort to others.

You gasped when you suddenly felt Jungkooks large hands get under your shirt and grab your breasts harshly, “Don’t go thinking about others when I’m right here Y/N” he warned, “focus on your Alpha” you let out a moan when he pinched your nipple as a form of punishment. You felt your lower region tighten and wetness on your panties, you were so incredibly turned on by the way he was showing his dominance over you, you didn’t know you had this kink.

His lips claimed yours once again, this time the kiss was more intense, both of you desperate and holding onto each other while you paused to take a breath, “Wheres your room?” he asked breath shaking and you pointed to the room to your left. It didn’t take a second for Jungkook to barge right in as he pulled you in along with him.

He held your thighs and lifted you up easily and you wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him as he walked towards your bed. He dropped you down and stayed above you never once leaving your lips, you moaned into the kiss when you felt him grind his hips right between your legs, you could very much feel his length hard against your clothed core.

“Y/N, tell me if you don’t want this” he mumbled as he lifted your shirt up and left small kisses around your chest, he then took your breast into his mouth and gave your nipple a bite and pulling it with his teeth, you hissed at the mix of pain and pleasure. He continued to devour you, leaving kiss marks all along your breasts and every once in awhile biting down harshly, you were sure you were going to be covered in marks the next day. “Tell me Y/N” he asked again.

“J-Jungkook!” you could only moan in response to his treatment, there was no way you were able to give him a coherent answer and he knew it, he was only having fun with you. Jungkook never gave you a chance to rest or to process anything, his lips, and hand touching you all over never giving you a chance to catch your breath. You felt his weight off you for a second only to be drowned again in pleasure when you felt his slender fingers slide between and over your clothed core.

“You look so beautiful to me right now” Jungkook whispered as his fingers slowly slid up and down, he stopped at your dripping core and slightly pressed in, teasing you, making you wish he had taken your shorts off so you could feel him inside, “God, the faces you make when I touch you like this.”

He added even more pressure and your back arched, hands grabbing onto the bedsheets and moaning out his name. You moved your hips to get more friction, to have his touch all over your pussy, you wanted release, you wanted him inside, you just weren’t sure what you wanted anymore but you needed more of Jungkook.

“Please, please just fuck me already” you finally begged him as you held onto his arm, your hips never stopping as you chased after your orgasm. Jungkook’s breath hitched and he completely pulled away and stood in front of you, admiring the messed estate you were in.

“Take it off and show me your pretty little cunt” he took his shirt off and you could’ve sworn you felt yourself wet even more. Jungkook looked at you in a very erotic and cocky expression, his eyes full of lust. He licked his lips and growled as you took your shorts and panties off together, revealing your wet dripping core to him. You bit your bottom lip and started to slowly, teasingly touch yourself for him, you parted your folds and showed your glistening core to the man before you, showing how your pussy was aching to have something inside.

It took every ounce of self-control for Jungkook to not jump you right then, but he didn’t because he too also enjoyed the teasing game. He slowly pulled his pants down enough to reveal his clothed member. Your eyes followed his every movement, you gulped when you saw how big he looked. “You think your pretty little pussy can take me?” he taunted you palming his cock. 

You nodded and circled your clit with your slender fingers, letting out a small moan trying to seduce him over, you could hear the wet sounds your fingers made as they rubbed against your dripping cunt.

“Fuck yourself, show me,” Jungkook ordered and your body obeyed. You slid two fingers in and arched your back, hissing as you felt a bit of burn, you started to slowly pump your fingers in and out of you while letting out small whimpers. 

“Just look at that cunt taking in those fingers so well, keep going, stretch yourself more or it’ll hurt when I fuck you,” he praised you as he stood there watching, he pulled his boxers down and his thick member pop out, he let out a groan as he started to slowly stroke himself spreading the precum all over his cock.

“God, please come here” you begged as you saw the glorious figure masturbate in front of you, “Jungkook, fuck me” your fingers headed for your clit as you rubbed hard on the nub, raising your hips as you edged near your orgasm, “please, please” you whimpered desperately. 

Jungkook snapped.

He lunged forward and crawled on top of you, lips crashing into yours for a messy kiss, his hands all over you, grabbing your breasts harshly and giving them a slap making your skin go red, you winced at the pain and pulled away from his lips, “I’m so close” you warned him and he pulled your hand off your cunt. You let out a gasp when you felt your orgasm fade away due to the lack of stimulation, “What are you-”

“I’ll have your first orgasm” he whispered hotly in your ear and flipped you on your stomach, he pulled your hips and easily put your ass in the air with his strength, your stomach filled with butterflies as you loved how you were being manhandled. 

“Fuck!” you cursed when his hand suddenly came in contact with your ass. The sound resonating in the whole room, “That hurt-” before you were done saying the sentence, his hand came down on your skin once again.

“I’m punishing you for teasing me so much” his tone was low, he grinned when you told him to not slap your skin so hard, “Can’t you take a bit of pain, my love?” he asked as his hands caressed the now bright red skin, trying to ease the stinging, “Sorry, sometimes I forget humans are so fragile” he went for another slap, this time much gentler. 

“Please stop teasing me” you softly asked with your face to the side pressed on the pillow, “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Impatient aren’t we? I’ll reward you this time.” he kissed your flush ass cheek, “for putting up with my teasing.”

His hands were on your hips again as he flipped you around, he propped your legs open and slid two fingers inside you without warning, your eyes widened and you gasped at the sudden intrusion. His larger fingers filling you up more and reaching in deeper than your own. He started out with a merciless pace, wet sounds filling your room as he helped you reach your high.

His lips roamed your body leaving kiss marks all over until he just like the other Bangtan stopped at your neck, he gave a long sensual lick, sending goosebumps all over your body, you could feel his lips curl into a smile and you heard a small chuckle, he must really be enjoying your reactions to his every touch. He pulled his fingers out and slid his middle and ring finger back in, you held your breath knowing all too well what was about to happen.

Just as you were about to protest that you weren’t going to be able to take it so roughly, you felt his other hand make it’s way to your neck, his long fingers wrapping around your thin neck, getting a good grip around it he tightened his hold. “Jungkook!” you gasped when you felt your airway tighten, his lips traveled to your ears as he filled your head with filthy sweet nothings making you blush harsh as you imagined it all.

“Can my bitch come all over my fingers for me?” he pressed his whole body onto you, trapping you under his hold, he gave your breast a kiss and the other nipple a bite and pulling it, your back arched at the pain, your whole body on sensory overload, the whole time Jungkook pumping his fingers in and out of you.

Jungkook pulled away from your body, letting go of your neck and your eyes lost focus as your body regained its normal breathing. He stayed on his knees, he opened your legs up further and leaned forward, putting his torso between your legs and supporting his weight with his left hand next to your body, his torso preventing your legs from fully closing in. You gulped, you knew what he had in mind. 

Jungkook gave you a wicked smirk as he tilted his head slightly up and looked at you with lustful eyes, “I’m going to make you lose your goddam mind Y/N, you’ll forget what Jimin even tried to do to you” he curled his fingers upwards, searching for that spot, the one that would make you snap and break, “I’ll have you thinking about me and your pussy is going to wet your panties as you remember how I made you cum”.

He found it.

“Jung-!” you barely got his name out as his fingers started to furiously pump in and out of you. He pushed all the way in and moved his hand up and down with his fingers curled inside, the palm of his hand also rubbing deliciously against your sensitive nub. You were seeing stars, you were a moaning mess, body covered in sweat, hair sticking to your forehead, your body was trashing all over the place, 

“Jungkook, I can’t-” you groaned and grabbed the wrist of the hand that was fucking you so well, you couldn’t take the extreme feeling, you felt your whole body lose control, “God I- going to-” you were a loud mess, you held onto his wrists hoping he would slow down a bit but he slapped your hand away and pinned it down with his free hand.

“You are going to take it all” he continued to watch the faces you made, his cock twitching, desperate to be inside your sopping cunt, “I love seeing you like this” he bit his bottom lip and added more force against your clitoris with his palm, hand rubbing up and down, “God Y/N please come all over us both” he urged.

You nodded desperately, your orgasm just a few seconds away, your legs fighting to close together but Jungkook stopped them and made you take it all. 

And then it hit. You screamed out his name.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he whispered as your body tensed, your legs started shaking and his hand slowed down a bit as your orgasm took over, you felt your juices spill, with Jungkooks movements making it sprinkle everywhere, you felt some of it fall on your thighs, most of it dripping down to your ass cheeks, you felt the mattress dampen as you shut your eyes and let it all out.

You heard Jungkook curse as he pulled his fingers out of your sore region, his hands landing softly on your thighs drawing circles helping you come down from your high, he watched as your chest breathed in and out rapidly, he listened to your heart pounding inside trying to calm itself after an intense orgasm. 

“I might have ruined fingering for you,” he suddenly said.

You rolled your eyes and grinned, half agreeing with him and shifted your body to the side to look at him and your breath hitched, you saw how Jungkook was still holding a massive hard-on, his cock standing proudly in between your legs, you honestly for the first time felt worried being with a guy, not too sure you body was going to be able to take him after that.

“What’s wrong love?” he followed your gaze and looked down at himself, smirking, his eyes flipped up and met with your horrified look, “don’t worry love, I had plenty of fun this time” he smiled, the corner of his eyes forming wrinkles. He rubbed your inner thighs lovingly and stepped down the bed, pulling his pants back up and searched for his shirt.

You stared at your ceiling, feeling the soreness creep up and take over your legs, you let them slump down and let out a sigh. Why were the guys so irresistible to you? You normally weren’t so easy to sway. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt the side of the bed dip as Jungkooks figure sat at the side next to your spent body. 

“How are you feeling?” he pushed a couple locks of your hair away from your face, “I...got a bit carried away, I really was just going to wait until Jackson was back-”

“Y/N?!”

Your eyes widened.

“ARE YOU FUCKING HOME?!” you heard Jackson shout outside in the living room followed by the slam of the front door, “I’m going to murder you for leaving me hanging after you said you were at their house!” he voice grew louder as he was closer to your room.

Your heart was pounding, you jumped up and scrambled to put on your clothes, this time also putting on a bra underneath. The whole time Jungkook stayed seated and watched you panic, a playful smile plastered on his face. You ran to your bathroom to check yourself out and make yourself more presentable. when you stepped out you froze when you saw Jungkook still where you left him, you didn’t know what to do. Your eyes scrambled around the room for solutions and stopped at your window. 

No way, this is the second floor...

“Y/N?” Jackson knocked on your door.

“I’m here!” you shouted back, stared at Jungkook and silently mouthed ‘you need to leave’, “I’m in the bathroom, I’ll be right out!” you told your friend.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” Jackson asked through the door.

Shit.

You grabbed your phone and unlocked it, 5 missing calls and 10 messages all from Jackson. You own loud moans and Jungkooks fingers inside you probably made it hard for you to notice anything. You were busy reading the missed messages from your concerned friend that you failed to notice Jungkook had gotten up from where he was.

“Sorry, I-” you were suddenly interrupted as you were pulled into a kiss, his hands cupped your face as his lips met yours so suddenly that you didn’t have time to react when he had already pulled away, “What?...” you whispered.

He rested his forehead against yours, your faces merely inches apart, “I hate when you pay attention to other males when I’m right here” he murmured.

“Y/N?” You turned your head to the door, the voice reminding you that there was another person in the house. 

“Jackson, I’ll be right there” you lied and heard Jungkook chuckle behind you.

By the time you turned back to Jungkook, he was gone from where he previously was and was opening the window. He can’t be serious...you told yourself. 

Oh but he was. 

He took a look outside as if calculating where he would land if he were to jump from there. Thankfully only your empty grassy backyard was waiting but it was still a long way down. A frown suddenly formed when you knew that Jungkook was indeed going to jump down from your window.

“No! what are you thinking? You’ll hurt yourself” you whispered really low as you grabbed his arm and tried to pull him back in, he already had one of his legs dangling outside, “Are you stupid? just wait until he goes into his room, just wait here.”

Jungkook grinned and his youthfulness really showed this time, his playful nature showing when he poked his tongue out, “You really have a lot to learn from our kind, y/n” and with that, you watched as Jungkook’s body slipped out the window and fell down.

You poked your head out the window in time to catch Jungkook landing smoothly on the ground with a squat to soften the fall, kind like how cats would always land on the feet. He got up and looked to see you watching him, he smiled, waved at you and jogged away, you watched him until his frame was out of view and stepped back in your room dumbfounded. 

What the actual fuck was that? How could you not be one bit hurt from that?

You finally stepped out of your room and headed to the living room where Jackson was laying on the sofa eyes busy on his phone.

“Sorry, I was taking a shit”

He looked at you in disgust, “You’re nasty.”

You giggled and went to join your best friend on the sofa, you went to hug him as usual when he suddenly froze and looked at you. You noticed he glanced at your body briefly and frowned, “You stink, go shower you nasty person.”

You tilted your head to the side, he had never said anything like that before, maybe you did smell like sweat after your little session with Jungkook, you blushed as you stood up a bit too conscious and wondering if you did smell, “Yeah, I had a long day. I’m going to take a nice relaxing bath.” 

“Yeah, you better wash that stink off,” You slapped his shoulder playfully at his remark, you smelled your shirt but only picked up the scent of fabric softener and the body cream you always used.

Huh, what smell is he talking about? You wondered.

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Sirius on anaesthesia from a muggle surgery (needed for something his parents did or his incessant smoking) with lots of care fluff 🥰

((A/N: Mentions of child abuse, serious injuries, and recovery, and mild homophobia))

It was hard to find Sirius appropriately cute being all doped up because of the circumstances. James would like to make one thing quite clear: Sirius was adorable. At all times and in all ways. 

But the situation was... well, utter shite. It proved how much it was utter shite that when James accidentally used that exact phrasing in front of his parents, they agreed instead of telling him to watch his language. Sirius hadn't said (yet) what set it off, but his parents had gone completely mad. Beat him so bad he ended up in hospital, and the Potter parents had been granted temporary custody. Sirius was old enough that he'd probably become an adult before they finalized his custody with anyone. 

The cute part of this-- if there was one-- was how Sirius acted when he was all loopy from pain medication. James tried to enjoy the way Sirius would go full puppy eyes, and then he'd see the stitches on his head and have a hard time feeling good about anything. 

"Jaaaames," Sirius whinged, pawing half-heartedly at James's arm. His depth perception was buggered up with one eye covered, so he ended up a few centimetres short. And slightly to the left, but it was hard to say if that was an injury thing or a meds thing. 

"Yeah, Si?" 

"'m bored."

No screens, no moving... yeah he was real sodding bored and James couldn't blame him for it. The music Sirius normally listened to was punk, which Mum and Dad had declared too grating for his current state. That Sirius didn't fight them on it was proof enough that they were right about it. Sirius could sort of play games right now, but sometimes sitting up for too long was taxing, and again, depth perception was an issue. They'd tried to play Monopoly the other day, but he hadn't been able to put the money in the bank without fucking up and he got upset. All of this was to say that Sirius was bored, and while James was sympathetic, he didn't really know what he could do about it. "Alright. What- er, what do you want to do?" 

"What I really want to do is go got a malt from Fortescue's. Or have a smoke. But I'm guessing you're not going to let me do that." 

"Fuck no. I didn't like you smoking before, I'm sure as hell not going to help you do it now." 

Sirius gave a forlorn sigh. "Yeah, I thought not. What've you been doing?" He was pretty coherent right now, which was rare. His words were still a little slurred, but the doctors had said that would last for a while with everything going on. (They hadn't phrased it quite like that, but it's what James had taken from it.) 

"Staying with you? Your memory might be shite right now, but what did you really think I'd be doing?" 

"Hm. You're getting boring in your old age, Prongs." 

"I've gotten halfway through that series Remus was going on about," he offered. 

"That makes me more old, not less." 

James blinked at him. "Alright. Whatever." 

Sirius waved his arm at him, managing to hit his leg. "'m bored." 

"I can read to you?" James offered with a slight grimace. It's not like Sirius hated books or summat, but it was the only thing available to them right now and he'd always been more on the active side. 

"Can I pick the book?" 

"Sure." 

"Do we have any Seuss books here?" 

"Y'know, when you said you wanted to pick the book, I thought you were going to force me to read the history of punk or summat." 

"I want to hear you bugger up your words as much as I've been doing. Get one of those tongue-twister ones." 

"You haven't been that bad," James protested. 

Sirius tilted his head just to look him in the eye and give him a flat look. "Memory's shit, but I can hear what I sound like." 

"Your sentences are perfectly coherent." 

"Yeah, now. Didn't used to be." 

James didn't really know what to say to that, so he went off to find some Seuss books-- he knew that Dad had some around here somewhere-- with a careful pat on Sirius's shoulder as he left. 

*

"What'd your parents get in such a snit about anyways?" Peter asked. 

Sirius was healed enough that Mum and Dad had let Peter and Remus come over. "Told them I was queer," he said casually. "Well, technically I told them I was dating James, but like, same outcome for grandchildren. I guess they found it horribly offensive." 

James tried to remember how to breathe. He'd known that the Black parents were bigoted pieces of rubbish, but he hadn't realised just how bad they were. That they'd do this to Sirius at all was bad enough, but over something so trivial as who he liked to sleep with? 

"You're dating?" Remus asked. If he hadn't known about them, he was the only one. 

"Yeah mate," Peter said, doing everyone a favour by answering. "For like three years, where've you been?" 

"I-" Remus blinked. "Well I dunno. I knew they fancied each other, but I didn't know they'd actually done something about it." 

"How are you the dumbest bloke I've ever met," Peter asked flatly. 

"Practice?" 

James snorted, rubbing at his face. "Yeah, well maybe stop practicing. I think you've perfected it by now, Moony." 

"I second that," Sirius added. "Time to call it quits and make fun of us for being all sappy." 

"You're not the sappy sort," Remus said dismissively. 

Sirius and James shared a look. They kept things mildly toned down around their friends, but they were definitely the sappy sort. And even then, James was pretty sure they were more sappy in front of Remus and Peter than either of them really cared to see. "We'll see what you say at Hogwarts in a couple weeks when we're all stuck in the dormitory together again," Sirius said. 

"You gonna be better by then?" Peter asked, surprised. 

Sirius opened his mouth to give a customary answer that of course he'd be fine, nothing could keep him down, but then he stopped. He wasn't going to be going back to school with the rest of them. He was doing the work at home for the first month, and then they were letting him go back to Hogwarts if nothing else went wrong. The cut on his leg from surgery had started to get infected, and it had set back his recovery time. Originally though, he should've been able to go back for their final year of Hogwarts. "I meant you two having to watch James stare at his phone all moody and pining for me," he said with half a smile that none of them believed was real for a second. 

*

"I hate that you're leaving," Sirius muttered. 

"I hate it too," James said glumly, squeezing him carefully. He wanted to be comforting, but he also refused to hurt him just because he wasn't paying enough attention. He'd already asked his parents if he could stay here and join the term late like Sirius was doing, and the answer had been a firm no. 

"Don't get your phone taken away." 

"Wouldn't be the first time it's happened." 

"Yeah, but then I wouldn't have anyway of talking to you. Or showing you my progress with liquid eyeliner." 

"Is that really what you're going to be doing while I'm gone?" 

"Gotta do something with my time. Homework doesn't take but, what, two hours?" 

James hummed in agreement. He knew it wasn't like that for everyone, but school was boring as all hell. And he wouldn't even have Sirius to help distract him this time-- not for a while, at least. "So what am I supposed to do while you're busy doing your makeup?" 

"Hone your doodling skills?" 

"There's only so many times I can draw Slughorn running a furniture store before I get bored." 

"Then draw a comic, you lazy bastard." 

"What if Grubbyplank takes it away?" 

"Ask for it back. After class, of course." 

"Of course," James repeated, rolling his eyes. 

"That sass is not going to help you." 

"Aw c'mon. By this point, all the teachers know what to expect from me. Whether or not you're there," he added, because it seemed like the kind of loophole Sirius would try to use. "But fine. Comics about us and our epic love." 

"We're already living that. You should make one where I'm a dog." 

"Are we still in love when you're a dog? Or are you my pet? Or am I a dog too?" 

"How should I bloody know? I just think being a dog would be pretty relaxing." 

"Unless you're one of those dogs that has to pull a sled." 

"Then make me a house dog that lays around in the sun and goes for walks twice a day. That sounds nice." 

"Going for walks?" James asked. 

"Laying in the sun." 

"You realise you can do that now, right?" 

"Every time I lay on the floor, you think I'm hurt and freak out." 

"You did fall once," James pointed out, because it was important that Sirius remember there was a reason to him panicking. 

"I tripped. I didn't fall." 

"Does it matter?" 

"Meh. Not really." Sirius sighed, grabbing James's arm and repositioning it so he could hug it. "I just hate that I'm not gonna see you for so long." 

"Maybe you can visit on a weekend." 

"Yeah," he said neutrally. "Not sure Mum will let me. She's more paranoid than you are." 

"I'm not paranoid." 

Sirius scoffed. 

"I just want you to be healthy, is that so wrong?" 

"Saying yes would make me sound suicidal, so no, I guess it's not so bad." 

"Just- I dunno. Send me lots of snaps." 

"Course. Can't keep this beautiful face all to myself. Hell, by the time I'm back at school, it'll probably be safe for you to kiss me again." 

"Here's hoping," James said, pressing his lips lightly to the top of Sirius's head. 

[okayoonoh]

best part (1): lee taeyong

“you don’t know babe, when you hold me and kiss me slowly, it’s the sweetest thing.”

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- PAIRING: lee taeyong x reader - GENRE: ANGST ANGST ANGST, a little tiny tiny smut in there but it barely counts tbh - RATING: it’s a good M for mature. - WORD COUNT: 4,514 - WARNINGS: it’s sad and there’s a little smut in here. it’s not super explicit tho.

a/n: this honestly makes me sad, but i need to learn to write angst and simply doing it is one of the best ways. i hope you guys like it :,)

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Knock, knock, knock

“Y/N please, let me in.”

Your heart aches at every knock. Every fiber of your being is telling you to keep that door shut, to keep him out and forget about him forever. It’s easier this way, for his career and your’s. Everyone knows that nothing about this is okay, you know it and he does as well.

And yet, why do you find yourself standing up and walking towards the door?

You take slow steps walking towards your front door. You hear his knocking becoming even more desperate, almost as if he thought that the louder he knocked, the quicker you would open your door. 

“Y/N please… just let me in. I just want to talk to you...”

Your hand comes in contact with the doorknob, tears still spilling out of your eyes. You keep telling yourself not to open that goddamn door, over and over like a mantra in your head.

And yet, you find yourself turning the doorknob and looking into those wide tear-stained eyes you told yourself you’d never see again. The second the door opened wide enough for him to enter, he wrapped his arms around you, holding the back of your head, pressing your sobbing form against his body. You grasped onto the grey sweater he was wearing, sobbing. You want to break away from him. You want to live far away so you’ll never have to see him anymore. You want to push him away. You want to live a life without him. 

It’s crazy, really. 2 months ago, your mindset about him was complete the complete opposite. 2 months ago, you thought you’d never push him away. 2 months ago you were his best friend, the one friend that stuck with him when he became an idol. You told him everything and he to you. Any little issue and accomplishment, he told you. Any little exam you passed and depressing mood you’ve been in, you’ve confided in him. You never thought you would ever want to let him go, he was your lifeline, the one and only thing you’ve ever wanted to hold onto for the rest of your life. He was your best friend, your ride or die. He made you feel so safe and accepted every when you were at your worst. So, why are you sitting here, the most confused you’ve been your entire life, about him? Someone you used to be so sure, so confident that you would never, ever, have to worry about him of all people. Why him?

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4 months ago

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“Y/N! Open your door! I have news!” 

You move your laptop to the side as you walk towards your door, rolling your eyes. You know that voice like the back of your hand. You twist the door handle and pull, greeted by the excited expression of your best friend.

“Hyunzie? Why are you here at 10:00 at night? I thought you were at Sicheng’s place?” you quip.

She rolls her eyes, already walking inside of your apartment, “Wow, I love you too. But I was at Sicheng’s place but this news is way too important for me not to tell you now!” 

She stalks over to your kitchen, making herself and you a cup of tea. 

“Okay, Hyunzie, if it’s this important, why are you making me tea?” You ask while accepting the mug she hands you. 

“Because I would like to ‘spill the tea’” Her eyes light up, waiting for your response. 

You give her a true, mint condition, authentic, fake laugh, “Ha ha. Seriously, Hyunzie. I was finalizing some reports while watching the last episode of ‘The Amazing Irish Cooking Show’. What is so urgent that you had to cut me off from Moira taking home the gold?”

“Okay, first of all, Moira doesn’t even win, second of all, why are you so sassy today?” 

“Hyunzie.”

“Fine Mr. Grumpy Pants I’ll tell you. So, I’m just going to tell you the most important thing now since I don’t think you want the build up. We’re moving to Seoul.”

“Hyunzie, stop messing around, just tell me the news and go home, it’s getting late.”

“No, Y/N, I’m being 100% serious. You remember how Sicheng and Taeyong sent in your song to SM? They’re offering us a job!”

You look your best friend directly in her eyes. You know when she’s lying, but none of those signs are being shown right now.

You stutter, “We-- We’re leaving? You’re not kidding me, right? And-- and us? Did they--”

She purses her lips and nods, “Yes! Sicheng sent in my artwork as well, they want me to work for them for their next comeback! We’re moving to Seoul!”

You open your arms, enveloping Hyunzie in the biggest hug. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes. You did it. You’re finally getting a chance to be heard. You can finally put an end to your mindless desk job and do the thing you’ve dreamed of doing ever since, well, ever. 

You separate from the hug and press your hand to your burning cheeks, trying not to freak out too badly. “So, when do we leave?”

Hyunzie doesn’t miss a beat, “As soon as possible. Sicheng has already laid out a place for us to stay until we find a place. I’m ready to go whenever you are. I know it’ll take a while for you to actually quit your job and stuff, but I’ll help you pack and everything! We’re in this together Y/N.”

You nod and grab your laptop from where you set it down. “I’ll send in the 2 weeks now.” Hyunzie nods back, grabbing the remote and pressing play, putting your favorite show back on. 

A couple hours past and Hyunzie fell asleep on the side of your couch when you added the final touch to your reports and your two weeks notice. You yawn, looking towards your best friend. Your heart fills with so much love knowing that she is sticking with you throughout this entire event. Ever since her secret relationship with Sicheng started, she’s been nothing but the best version of herself. No, Sicheng is not the man who “magically” changed her, he knows that, but he also knows that Hyunzie doesn’t need him. Hyunzie and Sicheng compliment each other so well, not one personality being overshined by the other. The sneaking around between the two is something that most couples would hate, but due to the secretive and private nature of the both of them, they find it thrilling to flirt in the shadows and act as complete “strangers”.  

If Hyunzie never took the chance to talk to the cute regular who showed up in the cafe where she worked, you would have never had the chance to even send in your music to SM. Sure, Taeyong could have given you the inside scoop, but you never wanted to seem like you were using Taeyong. Sicheng was willing to stop by and he felt the same about you and your music. He agrees that your music should be shared and with the help of Taeyong, your music now has a greater chance than ever before. 

Ring ring ring

Your ears perk as you look at the caller ID. Speak of the devil.

“Y/N, it’s me! Did Hyunzie tell you the news? I’m so sorry, I finally got a free chance to talk to you, I’m actually in the States right now with the rest of the member--”

“Hey Taeyong-ie, and yes, Hyunzie is actually sleeping on my couch at this very moment. She told be the information like an hour ago? Look, I can’t thank you enoug--”

“Nonsense, I’ve always known your music should be shared. I just didn’t know what time would be best and apparently Sicheng just sent it in today, and I wasn’t even there to see everyone’s reactions!”

You giggle, “Don’t worry about it, Youngie. I’m still in shock with everything right now.” 

“I know, it’s a crazy feeling isn’t it? I can’t even remember what went through my mind when I passed my audition.”

“I honestly am not sure with anything I’m feeling, but I have one thing for certain.”

“Hm?”

“I can’t wait to work with you on the daily. It’ll be just like when we were kids.”

You can practically hear his smile through the phone, your heart flutters at the thought. 

“I know Y/N! It’ll be just like old times! I can’t wait for you to meet the rest of the members, I just hope Johnny and Jaehyun can turn down the flirtiness when you get here. We have no room for any relationships, except for the godly couple of Hyunzie and Sicheng, they are the exception.”

“Amen. Well, I just finished my two weeks. I’m going to send it in tomorrow and begin packing as soon as I can.”

“I’m glad! You can do so much better than that mindless job, Y/N. I always knew you could… You’ve always been so -- What? What do you mean Xuxi broke the entire light structure? -- I’m so sorry Y/N, I have to take care of this. Look, text me if you need anything, I’m down to help you with whatever you need. We leave the States in three days, so I’ll be home to help you by then. I’ll see you when I get home!”

“It’s okay, Youngie, you have your leader duties to attend to. Tell Lucas to be careful and take it easy on yourself, okay? I’ll see you soon, thank you for everything.”

“Thank you too, bye bye!”

The call ends and you hold your phone close to your chest. Even just the sound of Taeyong’s voice makes you happy beyond belief. Imagining spending everyday with him fills you with so much elation, it’s hard to hold back. Taeyong and you grew up together, best friends before you even met Hyunzie. Together, you and him could conquer the world. Your parents would say that, even his sister. You both were notorious for talking the ears off of anyone and everyone and even conducting elaborate pranks you pulled on his sister and even your family members. When he joined SM, he had to move away to Seoul while you stayed in your hometown. He knew that he didn’t want to lose contact with you, and did all he could to make sure you would never lose this close bond the two of you have. There are underlying feelings between you two, you just can’t quite pinpoint it. Or your mind simply won’t let you knowing about all of that negative backlash that you would receive. 

A loud snore shakes you from your thoughts as your eyes shoot towards Hyunzie’s sleeping form. You giggle lightly, grabbing the blanket that drapes off of the side of the bed and lay it on your best friend. You turn off the lamp then head off to your room, getting ready to start this new era of your life. 

---

2 weeks (and, like, 2 days) later

---

Surprisingly, with the help of your movers and all of the free members of NCT, you were able to move and unpack almost instantly. Hyunzie and you basically sold all of your old furniture to buy new ones, so the only things you both had to worry about was your clothes and such. The new apartment is filled with loud music and laughs all throughout as the members all work hard to help you build all of your new furniture from the iconic Ikea. Hyunzie and Sicheng occupy themselves with the coffee table, flirting and lightly arguing more than building the actual surface. You, Johnny, and Taeyong busy yourselves in the kitchen, sorting out all of the dishes and pans, Johnny’s main goal is carefully placing all of your important bowls and dishes in the high shelf. 

“Again, thank you so much for all of your help,” You say, handing Johnny a decorative bowl your mother gave you as a gift when you moved to your own place for the first time.

“It’s no problem! We’re in between comebacks right now, so all we really do is wait for the Dreamies to post ASMR videos or my JCC stuff, but sometimes taking a break and doing things like this is better than filming everything 24/7 y’know? It’s almost therapeutic.” Johnny says cheerfully, giving you a gentle smile. 

“So Y/N,” Johnny begins, lifting the next box and moving to the next set of cabinets, “How did you and Taeyong meet? I know you guys grew up together, but like what’s the history?”

You smile, looking at the boy in the living room who is currently settling the argument between Sicheng and his girlfriend. 

“Well, historically, we’ve just been close friends,”

“No, no. Like, romantically. I’ve seen the way Taeyong lights up when he talks about you. There’s no way there’s no history between the two of you.”

You hesitate when you hand him the next plate. He is right, it’s not like there wasn’t anything going between the two of you, there definitely was something, “Well… if I’m being completely honest, there was. But it all ended when he left.”

Johnny nods, “I see, I see. Well, never say never! You’re back now, so anything could happen. And I mean, if it doesn’t work with him.... I know this tall, Chicago man that is available…” 

He smirks at you suggestively. You pull the towel that rests on his neck then hit his side.

“Hey hey, don’t hate the player, hate the game.” He laughs. You roll your eyes as you grab the empty box and put it in the pile of empty boxes. 

The rest of the afternoon goes rather smoothly as everyone finishes up with your’s and Hyunzie’s apartment. You and Taeyong sit on the couch while Hyunzie and Sicheng sit on the ground, leaning against the coffee table they assembled together. Hyunzie leans her head on Sichengs shoulder, dozing off. A movie plays in the background while you and Taeyong talk softly.

You stretch while Taeyong grabs your attention.

“Y/N, I just wanted to let you know that I’m so happy you’re here now.”

You smile at you him, “I am, too. I finally feel like I’m doing something worth my time, you know?”

He nods at you, “I know what you mean. Look, I also want to apologize for not being there for you--”

“--Tae, I’m going to stop you right there. I completely understand, I wouldn’t still be your best friend if I didn’t understand. I love you, more than you could ever know, Tae. You never have to apologize to me for anything.”

He gives you a somber smile, then gently places his hand over yours, “Thank you for being you. I love you, too.”

Your heart clenches, hearing him say those words truly fills you with joy. You know that he said it platonically, but you for sure didn’t. You honestly don’t mind it being a one-sided love. It’s better this way for everyone. Well, everyone except for you. But you were at peace with it. You know that Taeyong simply can’t be with you; the repercussions are too extreme. But right now, he isn’t Taeyong, the leader of NCT. He’s Lee Taeyong, your childhood best friend and the man you’re completely and utterly in love with.

---

2 months later

---

Your life as a songwriter has been amazing for its first month. Your song was recorded with all of the boys singing it wonderfully; the head producer said the songs you wrote were some of NCT’s best. 

You sit in a studio, laying some tracks over each other when you hear a knock at the door. The clear glass door shows the handsome features of Taeyong and you smile at him, stepping out of your chair to let him in.

He lifts up a plastic bag filled, two boxes of sushi inside. Your eyes light up as you walk with him to the couch inside of the studio.

“I got you your favorite,” he smiles while taking out a box for you.

“You know me so well,”

“Of course I do! I also know that you’re not going to be able to break these chopsticks evenly.”

Snap. Right as he says that, you broke your chopsticks, unevenly at the top. You stick your tongue out at him, giving him some sass.

“Okay you, you’re right but you didn’t have to be.”

He laughs, “I’m sorry. I just can’t resist. Anyway, how is the song-writing going? Are you giving Renjun any insane lines?”

You shake your head, “I’m actually just working on the beat for the rap track right now. Jaemin and Jeno have really increased their rap game from what I can remember. They can deal with something super complex.”

Taeyong nods, “Who would you say is your favorite rapper right now?”

“Between Jaemin and Jeno?”

“No, just in general.”

“NCT in general? Or in general, general?”

“In general, general! Y/N, stop bouncing around the question,” he whines slightly. You snicker. You know he’s trying to get you to say his name, but you won’t give him that satisfaction.

“Well, my favorite rapper right now has to be the rap god of NCT.”

“See! Was that so--”

“Yes, Mark Freaking Lee. Baby Lion really knows whats up.”

“O-Oh…” Taeyong suddenly finds his sushi really interesting as his gaze isn’t on you anymore.

You punch his arm, “Stop pouting dummy, of course I’m kidding. You’re my favorite rapper by default.”

His expression lights up, “Hehe, thank you.”

You both finish up the meal, happy and full. A chime goes off on your phone and you check it, your stomach drops. Even though it’s only your second month working for SM, other companies have noticed your work and they want you to work for them. SM gives you a pretty paycheck, but these other companies want to give you more. After they saw your work with NCT’s comeback, they want to see what else you can do. Other companies are offering you more money for your songs and you genuinely don’t know what to do.

“Tae, I have to tell you something.”

He knows that tone. He knows that you want to talk to him about something serious. “Let’s go for a walk.” 

---

You walk outside, your breath coming out as puffs of clouds because of the cold air. Taeyong walks beside you, walking perfectly at your side.

You hide your head in your scarf, attempting to warm your cheeks, as you sigh.

“Yongie, JYP is offering me a job. They’re willing to pay me almost double what SM is paying me right now.”

Taeyong stops walking as you do too.  “Y/N! That’s amazing!”

You sigh, “That’s the thing. I want to take it, but I love working for SM and more importantly, I love working with you.”

Taeyong sighs and places his hands on your shoulder, causing you to look up at him, “Look, distance has never been an issue with us. Whatever choice you make, you’ll make the right one. I’ll be by your side no matter what happens.”

“Yeah bu--”

“No! No buts. No matter what happens, we’ll be okay Y/N, I promise.”

You look up at him. You take in his beautiful face, something you’re so glad you can see it up close. You look at his big doe eyes, his angled nose and jawline that seem like they were sculpted by the gods themselves. You pay close attention to his lips that are formed in a slight pout. You never realized how soft his lips looked before. You question how they might feel against--

Woah. Where did that come from? 

You sniff as the lump in your throat isn’t so tight anymore. You look back up to his eyes and nod. You know you’ll be happy with whatever you choose because you have him. He gives you a light hearted smile then he reaches for your cold hand, holding it in his warm ones. Your heart flutters, but you don’t question him. This is exactly the amount of comfort you need right now. 

You guys continue your walk, hand in hand, his warmth reassuring you that everything will be okay.

Click. Click. Click.

---

3 months later

---

This all leads you  here. That night, you were being reckless and you or Taeyong didn’t think about the repercussions. Taeyong walked you home that night and you woke up to your social media and your email and your texts all full beyond belief.

New SM employee already cozies up to NCT’S Leader, Lee Taeyong

“Who is this girl? She’s a nobody.”

“It finally makes sense how she got into SM! It’s all Taeyong’s doing!”

“I can’t believe someone is taking our Taeyong away from us! She’s not nearly good enough for him!”

“What does Taeyong see in a girl like her??? She’s not even pretty.”

You read all those comments and immediately shut down. You didn’t realize what had happened that night until you read who the source was from. Dispatch saw you and Taeyong that night and ran with the story. Your whole career and Taeyong’s career was ruined. Hyunzie ran into your room that morning, throwing your phone away from you. You cried. Because that one night, you were so reckless, you ruined your best friends career. You packed a bag then headed back to your hometown, you needed to be away from there for a while.

From that moment, you cut off all ties you had with Taeyong, not even talking to him after that event. You were only thinking for him. It’s better for everyone this way. You took the job with JYP and you have been working there ever since. 

You moved back in with Hyunzie after everything died down a bit. She promised you that she wouldn’t let Taeyong in when he came, but it seemed that he didn’t want to see you either. He didn’t visit you after he learned you moved away. He was away on tour when you came back, so you knew you didn’t have to avoid him.

Except for now.

He just returned from tour and it brings you back here, he’s knocking at your door. God, of all the times Hyunzie chose to be with Sicheng, it had to be now. You’re weak, you open the door and he lets himself in as he hugs you. Your tears spilling into his shirt. 

He holds you tight and he holds you close, seeming scared that you would float away from him if he let go. He holds the back of your head into his chest as he leans into your neck, crying himself.

“Y/N, why?” he sobs quietly. “What happened?”

You don’t answer. You quietly cry into his shirt. You don’t know why. You thought it would be best for everyone this way, but now, in his arms, you realize it wasn’t.

He breaks away from the hug and holds your face in his hands, his tear stained eyes staring into yours. You don’t think it’s possible for your heart to break anymore than it already has, but it does when you see his glossy eyes. He wipes the tears that spill from your eyes as he places his forehead against yours. 

He whispers so softly, “Please, don’t leave me.”

Again, you don’t respond. You gently brush your lips against his and he returns your kiss. He kisses you slowly, your heart clenches. This moment is the sweetest you’ve ever had, but it’s equally the saddest. You’re finally doing the thing you’ve wanted to do for the longest time, but why does it hurt?

You break away from the kiss as he keeps his forehead on yours. You close your eyes, trying to savor the moment. You feel safe, you feel protected, you feel love. 

You know none of this can’t last.

Those happy emotions you feel make everything so much worse. You know that he can’t stay. You know that it can’t be like this. You know that your heart will just break in the end.

He kisses you again, this time with more passion. It hurts, but you can’t stop.

“Y/N please, I’m sorry.”

“Prove it to me, then. Don’t stop kissing me.”

He doesn’t. He holds you so close because it’s almost as if he knows the second that he lets go, you let go too.

Your back hits your mattress, his lips still on yours. Clothes are shed, tears still fall. Your bodies mold as one as he proves to you, again and again, the extent of his love. You cry even more. You love him so much, but that’s why you can’t be with him. 

When he holds you, when he kisses you, it’s the sweetest thing. That’s why it hurts the most.

The life of an idol isn’t one for you and you know that. It fits Taeyong well, which is why this is your last night with him. You love him so much, that’s why you can’t keep him. He was never your’s to keep.

You look over at his sleeping form, his bottom half covered by your covers. You lean over and kiss his head one more time before you stand up. You quietly pack up your bag then head out the door. JYP has a branch in Japan that they want you to head and you were on the fence about it. 

Seeing Taeyong one more time helped you make up your mind. You leave a note for Hyunzie and send her a text. You found a last minute flight to Tokyo, you bought the last ticket, and you’re on your way.

You love Lee Taeyong too much to stay with him. Staying with him will only taint his image.

When he held you, when he kissed you, it was the sweetest thing. 

But it’ll just have to live on in that memory.

---

i hate writing angst for this exact reason....

this is my first official angsty piece tho! i hope you guys liked it :)

it’s been a while but my writer’s block is finally gone! i’ll continue on with more fluffy pieces for this series :)))

anyway, this part may have a part 2? we’ll see the vibes of the lyrics

- amy <3

[jennsmischievousmind]

EXSOMNIS 

 Chapter 8 - Don’t die on me [END]

Exsomnis: Wakeful, Vigilant

Summary: Fresh Doctor out of residency you didn’t expect Conyers to be this uneventful until everything happened at the same time. From the outset, an odd meeting with what seems like a steadfast Detective but it was only the beginning.

Notes: English is not my native language, I’m trying to get better at it, please be indulgent.

Based on the movie Prisoners by Denis Villeneuve (so I don’t own any of the OG characters) if you haven’t seen it, I recommend you do (maybe before reading) :) The story takes place before and through the event in the movie.

Snow was falling at last, the head nurse Joan greeted you with a chill.

“I hate snow.” She declared gazing outside

“Makes me nostalgic somehow … even tho I’m freezing my ass out.” You giggled at your sentence, letting your coat dropped from your shoulders, removing your beanie.

A brake squeal made you look back outside as you were about to go get change. A blue beacon flashed outside lighting up the snowy night sky. Adrenaline rushed into your body like it knew something big was happening. A shadow rushed into the doors.

“HELP!! HELP!! “Y/N” HELP!!” you ran to him, letting your stuff drop to the ground and grabbing the fragile body of Anna instead, eyeing with horror Loki’s bleeding face as he collapsed on his knees.

“HE NEEDS A DOCTOR NOW!!!” you yelled as you ran to the first med bed on your way, putting the little girl on it. You had to trust your co-worker with Loki, while you concentrated on Anna.

“Blood samples, toxicology, gastric lavage, let’s start with that.” Two nurses and you busied around the unconscious kid.

Joan had her family called immediately, 20 minutes later her mother and brother were there, in tears. She was still unconscious, a tube in her nose washing out her stomach.

As you predicted it, Anna being tinier than Joy, she had more trouble getting through it, but after a few stressing hours she was finally stable.

Her mother never leaving her side, you came back in the morning, to check her vitals, Mrs Birch and her daughter were there,

“She’ll be moved to the Pediatrics as soon as there is a place. Let me know if you need anything.“ 

It was 8am when you finally had your break.

 “Joan, ’m going upstairs a few minutes.”

 “Copy that” the head nurse answered

.

“Hi, can you tell me the room Detective Loki’s in please” you asked at the second floor's desk.

“Room 38, Doctor.”

“Thanks”

Approaching the room you saw him sitting on the bed reading the newspapers, you quietly watch him, leaning on the door frame.

“Hey tough guy” you softly spoke

His tired look posed on you, a tight smile appeared on his lips.

“Hey doc'” his right eye was tumefied, injected with blood.

“Before you ask, Anna’s fine” he nodded sighing “well-done officer” you entered the room, pumping a dab of antibacterial gel in your hands from the dispenser.

 “May I?” you looked at his stitches on his forehead.

“Still treating your patient even if he’s been a complete ass to you?” he shyly asked

“Indeed you were … glad you admit it.” you started removing the adhesive.

“I’m … you’re probably tired to hear me apologizing, he scoffed, I shouldn’t have lashed out on you, I have no excuse.”

“Remember when I said “you better not get shot?” you inquired, changing the gauze from his adhesive plaster and the subject at the same time.

“I’ll make it up to you … somehow..” his eyes searched yours, but you were concentrating on your task.

“You better keep your word this time.” you practically ordered.

“Yes ma'am.” Both of you adorned a light smirk.

Focusing back on his face, you cursed the shooter for making his eye red instead of his perfect blue.

“It was close…” you whispered, he reached for your hand on his cheek, holding it there. You brushed the nape of his neck and his hair gently, he tiredly smiled closing his eyes.

“Hm Detective Loki?” you took a step back and look as Mrs Dover and Mrs Birch with their own daughter came in the door frame.

“I hope we’re not intruding…” Mrs Dover pushed her daughter’s wheelchair in the room.

“I’ll let you to it.” you smiled at him softly, because you knew he didn’t like being thanks for doing his job, even more, when he thought he had been shitty at it.

You waited by the main desk, making yourself useful while waiting, eventually eavesdropping, mostly hearing Mrs Dover tell Loki that her husband didn’t contact her and that he is a good man. Part of you understood what she meant and you were sorry for her that it turned out this way. Sorry for Keller Dover too, that this situation led him to blind madness.

“He has found them!” Erin bumped into you a grin on her face. “He is great!”

“Hm … you were not such a fan of him yesterday..” crossing her arms and leaning on the desk she shrugged at your saying. “We should celebrate! Asap!”

“I’m all in.” you bumped your fists discreetly.

“See you tonight then?” Your eyes went to Loki’s room “Or … you have something else in mind…?” She added, her gaze following yours.

“I ..I don’t know, your hands went to your blouse’s pockets. I’ll let you know later…”

“Doctor, you’re blushing.” She pinched your cheek like a kid.

“Shut up!” Slapping her hand away from your face, she laughed and made her way to the lift.

“Dr Y/L/N, you straightened, Detective Loki is asking for you.” the nurse at the desk informed you.

A giggle coming from the lift’s corridor made you rolled your eyes.

[…]

“So, do you mind!?” He was ready to get discharged.

“Hm!?” Inquiring, your head tilting, following his back muscle through his t-shirt.

“Scars …”

“Why are you asking?” Still not getting it and deeply focused on his back. “Oh …, you cut him finally remembering the first times you flirted, … I do not mind at all!”

He lightly laughed at your reaction and you followed. You were standing next to the entrance, he reached for the door closing it, making you step back against the adjacent wall, caging you. The first time in a while you were finally together alone.

“We should… you inhaled as one of his hand layed low on your back and the other on your rib cage, his body enclosing yours. His chest under your eager hands rising and falling a little faster. All the tension between you two remerging at the simple touch of each other. “We should squizz the dinner date … !”

“Hm hm” he nodded leaning closer, his lips hovering across your cheek and down your neck.

Gazing at the ceiling, as he nuzzled his face in the crook your neck, you silently hope that for once nothing would interrupt the moment.

“I should have done that the day you were in my car, before everything went down” his lips nearing yours, you couldn’t focus on his features anymore the closeness making everything blur, you clutched desperately at his shirt. You felt his hands pull closer … as close as physically possible. 

His hand slowly reached your cheek while the other rest low on your back, holding you tight against his body.

His lips grazed yours, the kiss was soft at first but intensify real quick as soon as you both let the desire you felt for each other flowed into you, the tease, the angst during these weeks unleashed in this heated kiss.

His lips left yours as he breathed in, and with a fervent urgent need he crashed it back onto your soft soon sore’s one. Knotting your fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against you.

Both out of breath, your lips rested against his temple as he leaned his face in your neck, fingers ruffling his hair gently down his neck and spine it sends shivers through his all figure.

“I have something to do first, but .. can I see you later?”

“Mr. Dover?”

He only nodded and you understand it wasn’t completely over until Mr.Dover was found. You felt a pang in your stomach, the moment was gone, it felt like Loki was gone too again, he might have felt it as he reached back for your hands, bringing them back to his chest.

“I’m not letting you down this time, I … want this …” his thumb brushed along your lower lip.

“My shift is over in around, gazing at your watch, … 2 hours, …”

“I’ll call you when I’m done..” 

You nodded, retouching your hair in case you were a mess after this little make out. You thought of Erin “no shenanigans”  and smiled. 

“What is it?” he wondered

“Erin, she kinda predicted this ..”

“Too bad we didn’t realise her prediction sooner.” he opened the door for you, you ended up face to face with Erin and Captain O’Malley

“Detective Loki, your Captain came to visit ..” Erin said matter of factly, eyeing the both of you, you saw her smirk. 

“Captain O’Malley.” you saluted coldly, he mumbled a salutation as you passed by him. 

“You’re released already?” he asked Loki who sighed

“We still have someone missing and the report won’t write itself.” he shut him down

“Yeah yeah, after that I’m putting you on forced holidays.” he pointed at him “Like I said find a girl, have some kids I don’t know.” 

Suddenly Erin snorted loudly, she was still beside them. She excused herself, as she tried to avoid you at the main desk, you swatted her butt with a file. She hopped at the hit, rushing down the elevator. Gazing at Loki, he was already looking at you. 

[END] 

alternative end if you want more

Waking up with a start, you look around.

“Home, right.” patting your cover absentmindedly, your hand found your phone. 

“shit!” It was 10pm already, no missed calls, only texts, Rachel, your parents … you frowned, a knot in your stomach. “Well, we’ll see.” you rearranged your bedhead, settled in the kitchen with the med students’ theses you had to review and started working. 

Eating and still reviewing theses, the doorbell rang, putting away the bowl full of dried fruits you head for the door, a thesis in hand.

 “Yeah?” you opened without looking

“You’re reckless!” a deep voice spoke

“Hm?” finally looking up, you smirked.  “Part of my charm. Thanks”

 He shook his head in disbelief. 

“Come in, it’s freezing.” you went ahead to the kitchen isle, gathering the theses. 

“Coffee?”

“I’ve found him…Dover.”

You stopped rummaging the sheets “is he ..”

“He’s alive, Alex’s..fake aunt had abducted him too. Drugged and dump in a hole in her front yard.”

“Is he going to see Anna? .. I know what he did was wrong on so many levels. But it’s his daughter..”

“I don’t know, he might go to jail immediately after recovering.”

You sighed. “Well, at least he’ll know she’s okay.”

He nodded taking a seat across you around the isle. A silence fell…

“Hungry!? I have… some prep meal … makes me sound pathetic ….”

“Need assistance Doc?” He countered playfully.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Sounds good to me… I’d gladly eat something.”

"I'm not the best cook, just so you know"

Loki seemed to relax, talking about everything but work on both sides, soon 1am stroke. He yawned first.

“Sorry, I should go.” He started standing, stretching his body.

“Like I’m letting you drive in your state. You’re staying here.” Pushing him down his seat.

“Can’t say no to my doctor.” He smirked, seizing your waist, you rested on his thigh.

“You better.” He leaned in, swiftly kissing your lips, hands slowly brushing each others body. “You .. need to sleep..” you mumbled, his lips left yours.

“Yes ma'am.”

You finally led him to your room, keeping yourself at bay as much as your willpower was letting you.

Leaning against him, you both find it hard to resist each other but the slumber was stronger. He soon fell asleep, surprisingly you followed, your body was still tired from the hospital shifts.

.

Elbows on the counter, 4am on the clock, you were drowsily drinking water until you heard a noise.

“Oh my..!” you gasped loudly your knees almost giving up on you

“You forgot I was here?” he tried to sleek is hair back

“Yeah .. sorry..“ you giggled nervously hiding your face into your hands. Feeling his hands on your middle you straightened inhaling, he softly kissed your exposed shoulder blades. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Thank you Y/N.” he whispered along your shoulder. 

Thanks to everyone who has read Exsomnis, by far my favorite story for now. Feedbacks are always welcome, no better way to get better than listening and applying some constructive critics.

[optimistic-violinist]

2. Band Names and Personality Differences

A/N: Hello everyone and welcome back to the CALM Band!AU. So this is the second story chronologically! The first one can be found here, one shot can be found here, and the fic that started it all here! Thanks so much for reading and for your kind comments! As always, enjoy!

Word count: ~2500

Warnings: none

Also I can't get Keep Readings to work so I'm very sorry for the long post!

Logan double checked the address on his phone and glanced back at the building. Yes, this was the place. It had taken about two weeks for them to find a time where their schedules aligned and Patton had invited them over for a song writing session at his place. It was a nice apartment building, close to downtown, but not over the top.

Shrugging, Logan entered the building. He had sent Patton a text and a moment later, was buzzed in, where he then proceeded to the fifth floor.

“Hey Logan!” Patton called from the kitchen. “Come in and make yourself comfortable, I’m just finishing up.”

“Thank you.” The music producer hung his coat up and slipped off his shoes before fully entering the apartment.

It was lovely, homey place. The front hallway led to a spacious living room decked out in blue and white with huge windows overlooking the city. A keyboard, guitar, bass, mic, and music stand were set up against the wall facing the couch and coffee table. To his right was the kitchen, separated from the living room by a bar counter. Patton was just pulling a sheet of cookies out of the oven.

“I didn’t know everyone’s favorite, so I made a couple different types.”

“That’s very kind of you Patton. You didn’t have to go to all that trouble.”

Patton just shrugged, a pleased, if somewhat shy smile on his face. “I like baking, so it was no problem.”

Logan sat on the couch, perched on the edge of it, trying to look comfortable, but absolutely failing at it. He was looking around, just kind of taking it all in, when the doorbell buzzed.

“Hello? Patton-cake, are you home?”

“Oh!” Patton quickly ran over to the PA. “My neighbor,” he quickly explained. “Hi Mrs. Foster.”

“Hi dear! Could you help me with my groceries? I think we can get them all in one load if you helped.”

“For sure! I’ll be right down.” He turned to Logan. “I’m sorry, but she just had hip surgery recently, and, anyways, this’ll be really quick! I’ll be right back.”

He was out the door before Logan could reply. Alright then. The music producer looked around and stood to go inspect the instruments.

The guitar was baby blue and obviously well loved. Logan had done some research on his fellow compatriots and knew that Patton had been playing ever since he was a kid. The bass looked newer as did the keyboard. There was a box of sheet music tucked underneath. A quick rifle through revealed loose sheet music of random pop songs, and beginner’s Disney, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Star Wars books. Patton seemed to dabble in piano at least.

Glancing at the door to make sure Patton hadn’t returned, he got up and pressed the power button and pressed a couple keys. Hm. Not a bad keyboard.

Logan shifted to be more directly in front of the keyboard and played a chord. His hands shifted and he began to improvise- he’d had a tune stuck in his head earlier and built off of that.

Logan loved piano. It had been his first instrument and he had never given it up, even when he got into electronic music and DJing. He loved that too, but he loved how logical and expressive the piano could be.

Hand over hand, he finished with a scale that ran the length of the keyboard and was left echoing, a pleasant resolution to the melody. He nodded in satisfaction and turned around only to nearly stumble back.

“Well don’t stop there,” Virgil said.

The other three were all sitting on the couch, Patton on the edge of his seat, Roman looking attentive, and Virgil actually looking at ease for once, guitar case leaning against the couch. Logan could feel a hot flush creeping up his cheeks.

“Logan that was so good!” Patton squeed.

“I say, you’ve been holding out on us! That was amazing!”

“Yes, well,” Logan cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. “Ah, thank you, I suppose.”

“How long have you been playing?” Patton asked.

“Well, my whole life practically.”

“What song was that?” Roman asked as Patton got up to grab a cookie (or two) and a notebook.

“Oh, it, uh, doesn’t have a name. It was inspired by Rewrite the Stars, but I just kind of… made it up as I went.”

“We’re using it!” Roman yelled, jumping up. “That’s the melody of our first song and Logan’s going to play the piano for it.”

“Only if he wants to,” Virgil cut in. Logan made grateful eye contact, but now he was thinking.

“I suppose it makes sense. If we are trying to keep our identities a secret, then no one would suspect me of being the keyboard artist. Or of Patton being the bassist for that matter.”

“Being the basis of what?” Patton joked, settling down on the floor near Virgil. “Anyhoo, I’ve got my notebook and I’ve been working on some lyrics and I think they’d go really well with your melody, Logan.”

Virgil leaned over and pulled his electric guitar out of its case along with a mini amp and played an experimental riff. “Logan, you want to play that again?”

Logan nodded and played the same experimental starting cord, followed by another, before starting into the melody.

“Starting off alone, can make the road seem pretty long,

“Going, going, going, and before too long, you’re gone.”

Roman scooted over to join Patton on the floor, reading over his shoulder. Virgil joined in, rounding out the sound with some supportive chords.

“Thinking no one understands. No one can relate.

“You hope you don’t lose yourself, caught in a stalemate.”

“Calm down,” Patton sang. “You’re doing just fine. You’ve got others by your side!”

“Calm down,” Roman echoed. “It’ll be alright. Just keep on going, that’s how you’ll find the light!”

“When troubles come and things all change,” they sang together. “Calm down. You’re gonna be, you’re gonna be, gonna be alright.”

Logan took off, running through scales and complicated melodies, backing off to allow Virgil to knock out some impressive rifts.

“That’s all I’ve got so far,” Patton admitted.

“I love it,” Roman announced as the others trailed off and nodded supportively. Roman pulled out his phone and opened a note. “I came up with some lyrics myself. Could we somehow put them together?”

“We can always try!” Patton announced.

Two hours later, personality differences had become clear and, while they had their first song nearly done, and the lyrics for another one started, Patton called for an enforced cookie break, putting himself between Logan and Roman, who were trying not to fume, and Virgil sat on the bar counter, looking annoyed, trying hard to not quit then and there.

“I’m just saying-“

“Logan, shush. It’s cookie time.”

“I just don’t understand-“

“Roman. Eat your cookie.”

“Yes, Dad.” Roman muttered and munched on his cookie. Virgil snorted.

“These are really good Patton.”

“I’m glad you like them! And there’s plenty more, so help yourselves. Just don’t get a stomach ache!”

He really is like a dad, Virgil thought, swiping two more cookies. “Y’know,” he mused. “We still need a band name.”

“I’ve been thinking about that!” Roman cried. “What do you guys think of Dreamers Come True?”

Virgil gave a hmm of disapproval that accompanied Logan’s confused look.

“I don’t think so,” the producer said. “We need something more straight forward. Perhaps… Variety? Or Farrago?”

“Boring!” Roman moaned.

“Come on now Logan, we aren’t opera singers,” Patton joked.

Logan stared at him confusedly. “You realize ‘farrago’ is not Italian in origin. It does stem from Latin though, so I could see how you-“

“It’s a joke Pocket Protector.”

Patton seemed to sense things were heating up again. “Calm down guys.” Virgil spoke over them, before they could start arguing again.

“Maybe that should be our name,” he smirked. “Calm Down. We’ve said it enough today. And it is in one of our songs.”

Surprisingly, the others actually considered it.

“We should also probably have codenames,” Logan mused. “Calm is a four letter word and there are four of us. It would not be hard to make it an acronym.”

Patton immediately jumped in. “You could be Logic! ‘Cuz it kind of goes along with your DJ name and it starts with L and you’re the smart one in the group!” The others looked like they wanted to protest that last statement, then thought about it and realized he was right.

“And Roman, you could be Creativity since this was your idea in the first place! And your lyrics are really good.”

“I will admit, it has a nice ring to it,” Roman mused. “What about you two?”

Virgil raised his hand. “Just call me Anxiety. It’s how I feel 90% of the time anyway.”

Virgil caught Patton looking like he wanted to say something, but stopped. Instead he said, “So that leaves me with M.”

“Mom! You made us cookies.”

“No,” Logan said, shaking his head, Patton looking grateful. “Remember, people will be calling us these names.”

“What about… Morality?” Patton suggested. “I know it’s kinda weird, but-”

“I like it. It suits you somehow,” Roman said.

“You are the common sense in this group after all,” Virgil agreed.  Again the others looked like they would protest, then realized there was no use. “So is this, like, official?”

“CALM it is!” Roman declared. The others nodded.

“Sweet. I’ve got to get going, but thanks again Patton. This was… fun, I guess.”

The others bid their farewells as Virgil left and the others left soon after as well. Roman’s head was buzzing as he- or, well, his driver- drove away, and he pulled up a drawing app on his phone. After all, they would need a logo and as Creativity, he figured he could get a head start.

Taglist: @celestial-firestorm @oddball-wqri @fioxypurr @kaytikitty @purplesoul-at-hogwarts @stop-it-anxiety ((I added you cuz you said you like to be tagged in things ok byeeee))

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Hello, would you mind me promoting your blog and adding you to a list of writers for BNHA Spring 2020. If you are okay with it, if you have the chance. Could I get your favorite piece of writing ? if its nsfw/smut please contain the cut line of Keep reading. I will be reblogging it on this blog. - @promotionbnha

Oh sure! I really don’t mind. My favourite piece I’ve written is probably the one I wrote for Shinsou called “Your Feelings Matter”. It’s not nsfw and I’ll put the whole thing under the keep reading cut in this post. Thanks for wanting to promote my blog!

You sighed as you looked at your phone. Your heart ached in your chest as you stared at the texts from your friends.

(Fn/1): yeah we should hang out soon. It’s been a while since we’ve hung out. (Yesterday 10:20 am)

(Fn/3): ohhhhh sounds fun I’m in! (Yesterday 10:21 am)

(y/n): I’m in too (Yesterday 10:30 am)

(Fn/2): me three ( Yesterday 11:00 am)

(y/n): ugh I really feel like shit right now. Is anyone free to talk? (Yesterday 6:01 pm)

(Fn/2): so what are we gonna do for our hang out? Does anyone want to go somewhere specifically? (Today 3:02 pm)

(Fn/3): I don’t really have a preference (Today 3:24 pm)

(Fn/1): I have to buy some new clothes so why don’t we go to the mall? (Today 4:00 pm)

(Fn/2): sounds good! (Today 4:03 pm)

You turned off your phone and flopped onto your bed in your UA dorm. You lay on your back and placed your arm on top of your eyes. Your chest hurt and you could feel the pain spread throughout your body creating a tingling sensation. You took deep breaths to try and compose yourself but it was hard.

Your friends had ignored your texts again.

You were used to this. Whenever you tried to confide in your friends they brushed you off. As if you never said anything or as if you didn’t even exist in the first place. It made you feel like you couldn’t talk to your friends, as if your feelings weren’t valid or important.

You continued to try and squash your feelings, to control the waves of sadness that seemed to hit you again and again, as well as the bad thoughts that seemed to flow along with the current.

You were blinking away tears when you heard a knock on your door. Confused you weakly called out, “who is it?”

“It’s me kitten.”

Your breaths came a little easier and you felt your heart warm a little. Of course your boyfriend decided to visit you right when you were feeling sad. You appreciated it but at the same time you didn’t want him to see you like this. You quickly sat up and grabbed your phone again, turning it on and scrolling through one of your social medias, to try and appear casual.

“Come in,” you said.

Shinsou walked through the door, closing it behind him. You looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back as he made his way over to you. He stopped in front of you and you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his stomach, his hoodie feeling soft against your face.

“Hey Toshi,” you said quietly.

His fingers found their way to your hair, running through the tresses. He was careful to never pull too hard, as he didn’t want to hurt you. You almost purred at the feeling, your body relaxing even more and you struggled not to turn into a puddle of goo.

“Something wrong kitty?” he asked.

You remained quiet for a few moments, unsure of what to say. You didn’t want to bother Shinsou with your problems, didn’t want to burden him with stuff you should be able to deal with on your own. So instead of saying anything, you simply shook your head.

You felt Shinsou’s fingers stop moving and his hands grabbed the side of your face instead. You whined a little as he lifted your face and you saw he was frowning. 

“Are you sure kitty? I can tell something is wrong,” he said, his worry being conveyed through his tone.

You looked away, his purple eyes too intense for you to look at. It was like he was stripping away all of your mental defenses, leaving you vulnerable. “It’s... it’s nothing really. It’s dumb,”  you muttered, hoping that would be enough for him to drop it.

Unfortunately he didn’t.

His fingers stroked the side of your face softly, prompting you to lean into them. He pressed his forehead to yours, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Y/n. If something bothers you it’s not stupid. I don’t want you to bottle up your emotions. I want you to be able to confide in me. To tell me all your worries and doubts. All your troubles you can tell them to me,” he whispered.

Tears welled up in your eyes and your hands gripped his hoodie even tighter. All of the emotions that you had bottled up, that you had forced down were starting to bubble at the surface. You felt like you were bursting at the seams, the pool of emotions welling up inside you getting bigger and bigger until it all came out in a flood. 

The tears rolled down your face as you finally let your feelings out. Little hics and whimpers escaped from your throat as Shinsou cooed at you gently. He began to run one of his hands through your hair once more, patting the top of your head trying to comfort you.

“Let it out kitten. You don’t need to bottle it up anymore, not around me,” he said gently, making you cry even more.

“I-it’s just I was talking to m-my friends and I tried to talk to them about my feelings again but they j-just ignored me,” you wailed, “it makes me feel like my emotions don’t matter Hitoshi! Like I don’t matter!”

Shinsou’s hand stopped moving once more and you almost whined from the loss of the comforting motion, but he quickly sat down on the edge of your bed and grabbed you by your waist. He gently, but swiftly, pulled you onto his lap and hugged you tightly. Shinsou buried his face in the crook of your neck before he spoke.

“Darling no. That’s not true at all. Your feelings matter, they will always matter. It’s not your fault that your friends ignored you, that’s on them for being bad friends,” he told you. As Shinsou said this you felt your neck get wet and it took you a second to realize he was crying.

“If your friends continue to ignore you then maybe you should confront them about it. They might not know they’re hurting you,” he continued, “but even if they keep blocking you out know that your feelings are always important. You should never feel like you don’t matter because to me you are everything.”

At Shinsou’s comforting words you couldn’t help but cry more. You threw your arms around his neck and his hold around your waist tightened. The two of you sat there for a few minutes, just basking in each other’s presence, loving each second of it. It was like you could feel Shinsou’s love coming off of him in waves, filling your entire body with warmth.

“I don’t deserve you,” you said, laughing a little at the end.

 At the sound of your laugh Shinsou pulled away from your neck so that his eyes could meet yours. He smiled gently, even though there were still remnants of tears in his eyes. “On the contrary my dear, it is I who doesn’t deserve you,” he said.

You giggled again at his choice of words before leaning in to give him a peck on his nose, causing his face to turn into a rosy pink. “Why don’t we just say we’re both perfect for each other,” you suggested as you smiled back at him.

“Mmmm that works I suppose,” Shinsou replied before kissing you all over your face causing more laughs to escape from your mouth.

“Hitoshi?” you said after he was done attacking your face with kisses.

“Hm?”

“Thank you for being there for me.”

“Anytime kitten.”

Bonus:

“So do you want to cuddle?”

“Do you even have to ask kitty?” “Hm that’s a fair poin- ah! Toshi get off me you’re heavy!”

“You love being beneath me just admit it.”

“...Shut up you pervert.”

“Hey you’re the one who twisted my words to sound dirty.”

“Just be quiet and cuddle me Hitoshi.”

“Of course my love.”

[digimonadventuretimelines]

[19- Zebra’s Decision • Brave Tamer unmasked!!]

“He evolved…” Brave Tamer was in awe, unable to move due to the shock. Mimi approached from the boy, still in doubt of knowing him or not.

“Hey you!” WarGreymon talked with her “Open the gate!”

“It’s no good! Make it devolve first…!” she got distracted, paying no attention to the kid now.

“... No, open it ma’am” Brave Tamer finally spoke “They have to take this battle to an empty place or they will destroy this area.”

“They’re right” Rosemon added “Hurry up Mimi…!”

She nodded and then grabbed her smartphone digivice, pointed at the air and opened a gate closer to RustyTyrannomon. Rosemon and WarGreymon shoved it into the gate. While Rosemon and Mimi went next, the kid stood there as an angel-like digimon passed through them and dived into the gate. It closed and WarGreymon returned to the kid.

“Was that…”

“HolyAngemon” WarGreymon devolved back to BlackAgumon, “Don’t worry kid they’re in good hands.”

“That means…” Brave Tamer looked at the mysterious Lupinmon and ran towards him, “This is for WHAT you had just done--” and throwing a fist at the enemy just to pass through it and fall on the floor “Oof!”

“It’s a hologram,” BlackAgumon walked in the boy’s direction “It’s no use.”

“You could’ve said that early, ugh!”

“Should we follow them?” he watched the kid get up and stare at the hologram till the same disappeared.

“Let’s--” his phone beeped, making him take it from his pocket and look at the message “... No, we can’t. I need to go home, go back to the digivice.”

At the same time MetalTyrannomon evolved, the Werewolf-esque Cerberumon had been beamed by a dark light. It wasn’t an evolution this time, but it returned to the beast form and altered the digimon’s body to the X-Antibody form.

“What’s that!?” Ken’s jaws dropped. He looked around only to see a mysterious hooded hologram holding something and pointed at their direction. Due to the distraction, Ken did not see Jewelbeemon being thrown away by Cerberumon.

“K-Kenchan, how about asking for support…?”

“A-ah…?? Ok, just a second” he pressed a button on his communicator on his ear “Officer Ichijouji here requesting support at Tokyo Big Sight. Keep the area blocked, the enemy has suffered a mutation.”

Jewelbeemon grabbed Cerberumon’s paw, “Wouldn’t we evolve to Ultimate now?”

“Hold on for a bit!!”

A few RookChessmon and BishopChessmon (Black and White) appeared with the police officers and secured the area. A Black BishopChessmon joined Jewelbeemon in the offensive attacks, while a White RookChessmon worked as their defense.

As the battle continues, Ken searched for the source of that light only to see a silhouette in the distance. Not sure who was but it wouldn’t be good. He looked back and the police squadron had already devolved and captured the digimon.

“Sir!” a lesser officer stood in front of him, “Should we take the criminal to the police facility?”

“Yes, keep them safe. I have to investigate something that happened during this battle.”

“Huh? But…--” and the moment the officer was going to object, Ken left with Jewelbeemon devolving back to Wormmon, landing on Ken’s back.

 “It’s too dangerous today,” Sora had a bit of concern in her tone as she talked with her son, “there were two digimon rampages. Your dad and I think you should stay at home”

“I… I understand” but Taisuke had recently arrived home and felt like that was a lecture, “Sorry. I was at Mirai’s house.”

“It’s okay, you can go visit your friends but please let me know first. I was afraid of losing you.”

He couldn’t stand that, he wouldn’t make his mother cry. All of this makes Taisuke more angry at his father, because Taichi wasn’t there for her and he has to be her support. How in the world these two got hitched and built a family!?

“I will go to my room” he replied, then moved to his room. Sora just watched him until he boy closed the door.

“Piyomon, could you please keep an eye on him for me?”

“Are you sure…?” the bird-like digimon frowned, “Won’t it be dangerous to you be all alone?”

“It’s okay. I want you to protect him when he’s outside.”

After closing the door, he sat there on the floor and learning against it. A deep sigh and the kid took his phone from his digivice from the pocket.

“You seem bugged with something,” the digimon inside the D-TimeRune mused.

“Making my mom concerned is not my purpose. If I tell her, she will be very much worried. And that ol’ man will not like either. But having you means I can at least protect mom, even if she has Mrs. Piyo’s help.”

“I see…”

He heard his phone ringing and grabbed it from his other pocket.

 “ELISE WATCH OUT!”

Mitsuki ran in Elise’s direction, while a shadow was approaching from the girl and BlackGabumon. He took the yellow digivice from his pocket and Pit popped out from the screen.

“Scan DigiRune! Load Evolution!”

Pit was beamed by the digivice’s light, evolving into a two winged Angemon subspecies -- Pidmon. The digimon drew his rod and used it to block the enemy’s fists. Elise grabbed Zebra’s paw and dragged him, moving away and stopped behind Mitsuki.

“W-what digimon is this!? It’s so scary…!!” she gasped, hugging her digi-friend.

Mitsuki’s digivice blinked, giving him new instructions. After reading them, the boy pointed the camera in the back of the digivice at the mysterious enemy and pressed the central button. The scan of the data revealed the shadow, who was…

“MadLeomon. Perfect level” Mitsuki read the info projected from the D-TimeRune in hologram format “Pidmon is… Adult level…”

“Don’t worry” Pit dodged a nail slash, “I can hold them here.”

“Y-you sure?? Then, Elise run!”

“Fire… Feather!” Pidmon set his wings on holy fire and showered it against MadLeomon. The kids (and Zebra) took that opportunity to flee. That wasn’t enough to beat the enemy, so Pit flew after the trio, using his technique to slow down MadLeomon.

“Why is that digimon coming after us!?” Elise kept running and then looked at Mitsuki.

“Maybe it is after Zebra! Maybe he’s really one of the refugee digimon attacked by Lupinmon’s troops!”

“... No” Zebra quietly answered, but none of the children understand that response. 

“We need to call for help-- W-WATCH OUT!” he dragged Elise and Zebra with him, ducking to dodge a huge fire ball which hit MadLeomon. Pit dodged in midair though.

The mysterious boy and the blue Greymon were there. Mitsuki noticed something odd in the picture, as the kid was gritting his teeth.

“How dare YOU to attack innocent people!?” Brave Tamer shouted, dramatically pointing at the enemy “Digimon like you deserve no respect but being kicked out of this world back to the Digital World!”

“Oh don’t mind me” MadLeomon stopped attacking all of a sudden, with a smirk he added “I’m just here to retrieve an ol’ pal of mine.”

“W-what?” Elise gasped, “Zebra, do you know that digimon?”

The gabumon, despite being expressionless most of the time… Gave his first reaction to the group. A sad gaze and a nod. The children, Pit and the Greymon were in shock. The trio got up from the floor.

“... I’m sorry” Zebra frowned “I should’ve seen it coming.”

Brave Tamer clenched his fist, “That gabumon is all you want? Fine. Take it.”

“No!” Elise shouted, “Zebra is my friend, I won’t let anyone take him away!”

“Look, that punk wannabe Leomon is about to hurt you all and other innocents! It’s no good to keep-- Wait, did you nickname that digimon!?”

She wrapped her arms around the gabumon’s waist, “I won’t let it happen! He’s my friend, and none of you will hurt him!”

Elise’s digivice started to glow, the soothing blue light showed a symbol… The Crest of Friendship.

“Wh-what’s this?” she was looking at the screen, showing some instructions, “ ‘Scan… DigiRune’ ?”

“Let’s go, Elise” Zebra freed from the girls arms and stood in front of MadLeomon. With a nod… the girl scanned the back of her hand:

“Scan… DigiRune!” [Scan Completed]

“Load Evolution!!”  

She pointed the D-TimeRune at Zebra, and a beam has sent. The light covered his body, and then…

Gabumon evolve! Garurumon!

A black with white stripes Garurumon emerged from the light, eyes fixed on MadLeomon. Old pals who now had became enemies… All because of Zebra deciding to have a sudden change of heart. Elise’s melody healed him and he was so sure he wanted to keep around her.

“Three vs One” Brave Tamer mused “Hm, Pidmon is a Holy type while Greymon and Garurumon here are both virus. But… we have some advantage here.”

“I don’t see advantage on it” Mitsuki squinted his eyes at the odd kid.

“Tch! You three can handle him, if you combine your power you can beat a perfect level opponent!”

“He’s right” Pidmon gathered with the party, “Let’s do it together!!”

“Isn’t a bad idea let three adult level against a perfect one?” Elise asked, giving a gaze at her now digimon partner.

“It will be fine” Brave Tamer showed her a thumbs up with a smile, “three adult level working together equals to one perfect level.”

“Mega Flame!” “Fox Fire!” “Fire… Feather!”

The digimon trio gathered their techniques against MadLeomon, but this one after getting hit by said techniques, quietly stepped back and said “You will pay for that betrayal!!” and retreated.

“That was fast…” Pit wasn’t sure that he got anything that had happened in a short period of time, “So… this means the Gabumon is Elise’s partner now?”

“Partner…” Garurumon mused about that word. He wasn’t a bit talkative since now, so he seemed more comfortable with the cousins (but about Brave Tamer is was uncertain yet).

“You were working for an evil digimon named Lupinmon, right?” the mysterious boy asked, “Maybe you should tell Officer Ichijouji about everything you know.”

“I will, but it’s not Lupinmon my ex-master” Zebra responded while he devolved back to Gabumon. Pit and the blue Greymon devolved back to Tsukaimon and BlackAgumon “He’s just a subordinate like me.”

“There’s more?” Pit blinked, “Like like some evil-er guy!?”

Brave Tamer had no reaction or had responded, he just ordered BlackAgumon to return back to the digivice and left.

“That kid…” Mitsuki mused, then glanced at Elise, Zebra and Pit “So, how about we go eat something together?”

“GOOD, I WANT SHAVED ICE!!” Pit waved his little paws. At this point he wasn’t that different from Patamon.

 “Sigh, so there’s another enemy…” Brave Tamer walked in the streets, him looking at the digivice, “Hey, do you know something about this one too?”

“No. All I knew was about Lupinmon” the digimon shook his head, “You seem upset with it, knowing that there’s another enemy on a higher tier than Lupinmon.”

“Yeah… However, we need to keep looking around. You chose me to fight the evil forces. Because according to you, I am the son of a legend hero. Maybe that old man was someone cool once, heh.”

“.... Why do you hate him?”

“It’s not like I hate him, he’s a pain in the butt. Arrives late at home, goes to work really early at the morning… Mom’s a designer, but I spend more time with her.”

“I see… Listen kid, I chose you because you’re strong. However… You’re still not able to evolve me into my final form. You need to unleash that power.”

“Unleash… that power? What power?”

“If you want to protect people, then you need to get more stronger.”

“So, what I should I do?”

He looked at two children with digimon partners in the horizon. They then saw him and ran towards the mysterious boy by yelling…

“Taisuke! What the heck are you doing running like that!?” Kiyoko seemed upset “Geez let us know next time ok?!!”

And Eiji added: “We saw you running down the street and decided to follow you but… We didn’t know where you went until… We saw you changing your clothes like magic.”

“Uh...” The kid said, then removed his shades, “You’ve got me… Hehe...” that was a nervous laugh...

“I can’t believe YOU were doing something cool all alone!” she complained, Captain looked at her, “Secret missions!? You and Daichi are unfair! I want to be cool too!! Boo!”

“I don’t think that’s a good thing” Eiji let a sigh escape, “What will uncle Taichi and aunt Sora think of it…?”

“It’s not like they care that much of it!” Taisuke pouted, crossed his arms as well. He didn’t like to hear that coming from his favorite cousin, “... I will tell them when they get time to have a talk. Busy adults can’t save the world! It’s our duty as children to save it instead, like the Legends! Lupinmon must to be taken down!”

“... I don’t agree with it” Kiyoko muttered and grabbed Captain like a plush (but gently!!)

“... Taisuke” Eiji said calmly “You know that Lupinmon might be something or someone's victim?”

“Draki said just that, that he must be stopped. If we defeat him, we can--”

“Hold on kid, you and those kids are unable to face Lupinmon yet.”

“To be honest” the BlackTailmon began, with a smug in her face “Lupinmon is an airhead who let a lot of refugee digimon escape. We can beat’em anytime.”

“Could you please stop that…?” Kiyoko now was squeezing Captain (but still gently)

“Sorry…” Eiji looked at the cat, “Kitty please don’t say those things around Kiyoko...”

“Okay what the heck is wrong with yo-- Oh shoot, I promised to mom I wouldn’t take too long time to go back!! I talk with you too later, cya!!” and with a button pressed on the digivice, Taisuke’s clothes changed back to his usual outfit. He disappeared in the horizon, letting Kiyoko and Eiji behind.

“... I tried to tell him… Sorry” the boy frowned, “Maybe I can talk to him later…”

“It’s okay. If he learned about that my dad is Lupinmon, it wouldn’t be nice. Because, uh… He likes my dad, like if he were an uncle. And he can’t know that Mr. Yagami is one of the Legends…”

“Yes, I agree. Considering that he has some issues with Uncle Taichi, better we tell him later. But I insist we need to take some action here.”

“Leave it to Daichi,” she smiled “Let’s keep protecting the innocents in the human world, right Captain?”

“Aye ma’am.”

[dlwritings]

Belonging | Tom Holland

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pairing - Tom x reader word count - 4,957 warnings - the longest thing I’ve ever written A/N - this is for @h-osterfield‘s 5K challenge! [prompt 11 - “You keep saying we’re friends, but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true”] Ya’ll should participate! You have until April 2 | Zoomed in pictures of people’s faces are my weakness

summary - Just because you were Zendaya’s assistant didn’t mean you felt like you fit in with her world. Your crush, Tom Holland, would never be with someone like you, not when he could be with someone from his world. Not when he could be with someone like Zendaya.

“Z, your interview starts in five minutes,” you said, knocking on the door to Zendaya’s temporary dressing room.

“Come on in, (Y/N)!” she called back. You immediately opened the door, closing it softly behind you. She was just getting her makeup finished and, as usual, she looked effortlessly amazing.

“You look great,” you told her.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “Are Tom and Jacob ready?” You checked your phone and saw that Harrison had texted you.

“They’re already there,” you told her. “You’re running late.”

“If it doesn’t start for five minutes, I’m anything but late,” she joked back. You just laughed and rolled your eyes at her.

“You’ll get me fired if you’re not out there at least two minutes early.”

You had been Zendaya’s assistant since the start of Spider-Man: Homecoming. Now, over two years later, you were extremely close to her and the other castmates, and you worked closely with Harrison considering he was Tom’s assistant. Just then, your phone lit up with a Snapchat notification from Harrison. You opened it and found a picture of Tom waiting at the interview.

You giggled to yourself and, before you could reply to him, he sent you another one.

You wanted to laugh at the funny picture, but the words on it just made you frown. Right. Zendaya. He wasn’t actually bored without you. He was bored without Zendaya.

“What’s wrong?” Zendaya asked, snapping you out of your self-pitying thoughts. You looked up at her and locked your phone.

“Nothing,” you told her with a forced smile. “C’mon. The boys are getting impatient.”

“(Y/N),” Zendaya sighed. She waved her hair stylist off with a smile and waited until the two of you were alone before speaking again. “What happened?”

“Z seriously we have to-”

“I’m not leaving this room until you tell me what happened,” she said firmly. She folded her arms across her chest and stood from her chair, planting her feet on the ground. You groaned and clenched your fists at your sides.

“It’s nothing,” you said. “It’s just Harrison said that Tom was lonely without you and I’m trying to get you out there and you’re not going. So come on.” Before Zendaya could argue anymore, you walked out the door knowing she would follow you eventually. As expected, she was hot on your tail seconds later.

“I know you don’t expect me to believe that that’s all,” she said, slight annoyance in her voice. You looked at her before glancing down at your phone again. One minute until the interview was scheduled to start. Luckily it was just beyond the door in front of you.

“Go,” you said, giving her a slight shove. “I’m right behind you.” She pursed her lips before opening the door.

She turned to look at you and added, “This isn’t over.”

The interview started as soon as Zendaya was mic-ed and in her chair. Tom whispered something in her ear to which she laughed and gave him a slight shove. You felt a lump grow in your throat but you swallowed it down, finding your way over to Harrison. He was sitting on a couch behind the cameras so you sat beside him and laid your head on his shoulder. “Long day?” he asked quietly.

You scoffed, “You could say that.”

“Wanna talk about it?” he pressed. You didn’t say anything, hoping he would take the hint. He did, laying his hand on your knee and giving it a comforting squeeze. The interview dragged on and you couldn’t stop looking at Tom -the way his eyes lit up when he laughed and the way he licked his bottom lip when he was listening intently to a question. His beauty made your heart ache. He would never be yours. Not when he had access to someone like Zendaya.

As the interview started to wind down, the interviewer asked the question you were hoping wouldn’t come up. “I have to address the rumors,” she asked, her eyes looking between Tom and Zendaya. “You two play love interests on screen. Does that romance continue off-screen too?” Jacob laughed and Tom and Z just smiled at each other. Tom’s smile lingered even as he glanced at you and Harrison. Harrison just laughed and rolled his eyes.

“You can’t believe everything you read,” Zendaya told the girl. “Unless it comes from me or Tom, it’s probably not true.” The way Tom looked at Zendaya made tears well up in your eyes.

You had to excuse yourself, leaving Harrison with a mumbled, “I’ll be right back” as you hurried out of the room. You got to the nearest bathroom and gripped the sink, hanging your head and letting the tears fall freely. Even if they were just rumors, it was clear to you that Tom was pining after Zendaya the same way you were pining after him.

You continued sniffing, wiping under your eyes desperately to prevent your running mascara from staining your cheeks. Suddenly, there was a knock at the bathroom door. “Just a minute!” you called out, ignoring the crack in your voice. You took a deep breath, smiled weakly in the mirror, and opened the door. “Sorry, I-” You stopped talking when you realized it was Harrison on the other side.

“Are you okay?” he asked, reaching out to lay a hand on your arm. You gave him a tight smile and nodded. Harrison sighed, “How long?”

“Hm?” you hummed.

“How long have you felt that way about Tom?”

Those words were all it took for you to start crying again. Harrison nudged you back into the bathroom and pulled you in for a hug, closing the door softly behind him. You buried your face in his chest and let out quiet sobs, upset and somewhat surprised that you were reacting so strongly to such a small thing. “It’s so stupid,” you muttered, shaking your head and pushing yourself away from Harrison. “It’s so, so stupid. I know it is. He looks at Zendaya like she put the stars in the sky and, I mean, of course he does! She’s gorgeous! I’m just, me.” You motioned angrily to yourself and Harrison shook his head immediately, holding your face in his hands.

“(Y/N) you’re amazing,” he said sincerely. “Tom doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“I hate feeling this way, Harrison,” you whispered. “It makes me sick.”

“Let me talk to him,” he offered. “I won’t tell him how you feel, I’ll just nudge him in your direction.”

“No, Harrison you can’t,” you said firmly. “Please, please, don’t. He cannot know, okay?”

“But-”

“Harrison, promise me you won’t tell him,” you said. “Promise me.”

“Okay,” he agreed with a nod. “Okay. I won’t. I promise.” You knew he was just trying to be a good friend, but you couldn’t even imagine the humiliation you’d face if Tom found out you liked him and he didn’t feel the same way. And of course he didn’t feel the same way. So why should Harrison mention it to him at all? Harrison’s phone went off and, when he checked, you both saw he had gotten a text from Tom.

Where’d you and (Y/N) run off to mate? it read. Me Jacob and Z wanna go grab some food.

You sighed, reading the text over Harrison’s shoulder. “Let’s go,” you said. You gave yourself one more onceover in the mirror, fixing your hair and practicing your smile, before turning to look at Harrison. He was giving you a sad, borderline pitiful smile. “No,” you said with a teasing tone, wagging your finger at him. “You’re not allowed to feel bad for me. Okay? It’s not allowed.” Harrison laughed lightly and held his hands up in defense.

“Alright, alright,” he said. “Let’s go.”

The two of you left the bathroom and wandered towards the hallway where the dressing rooms were. Waiting there were Zendaya, Jacob, and Tom, all laughing about something and chatting with each other. “There you guys are,” Jacob said, being the first to glance in your direction. “Let’s go get food.”

Zendaya immediately started chatting with you about the interview. Apparently, once you left, the interviewer had them all play a game of Most Likely To which ended up going really well.

“Where’re we eating?” Tom asked, sticking his head in between you and Zendaya as if you were the only ones who could make the decision

“I’m good for whatever,” you shrugged. “M’ not too hungry.”

The five of you ended up going to some Chinese place, thankfully not drawing too much attention from fans. You only nibbled on some rice throughout the meal and drank a lot of water, ignoring Zendaya who kept shoving pieces of chicken in your face.

You stepped out of the Chinese place and into a crowd of fans. Somehow your location had gotten out and at least thirty screaming fans were trying to get to the boys and Zendaya. You did your best to trail after them without getting lost in the crowd, but you were getting pushed aside by every crazy girl who wanted to get so much as a glimpse of the hollywood heartthrobs.

“Get out of the way!” you heard someone shout to you. You tried to keep moving along, but you were suddenly pushed over to the ground. You fell to your side, your arm, shoulder, and head smacking against the pavement.

You woke up a few moments later in your hotel bed.

It was dark outside now and you blinked harshly, trying to get your eyes to focus to check the time on the clock. When you sat up, you immediately went to lay back down, the pounding in your head unbelievable. You turned on your side slowly to look at the clock: 9:00. You groaned and closed your eyes, covering your face with your hands. As if on cue, there was a knock at your door. You didn’t want to get up and answer it, so you rolled over and chose to ignore it. When the knocking was persistent, you sighed and stood up. Your body ached. You opened the door and saw Tom. “Hey,” you said, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion (and in a little bit of pain). “What’re you doing here?”

“Wanted to check on you,” he said softly. “Can I come in?” You nodded and stepped aside, letting Tom into the room and closing the door behind him. “Are you doing okay?” he asked as you plopped on the bed.

“Lousy,” you said immediately, motioning for him to sit beside you. “My body hurts and my ego is bruised.”

“Why is your ego bruised?” Tom almost laughed. You groaned and got under the covers, pulling them over your head.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you mumbled. Tom laughed and yanked the covers away from your face.

“What’s going on?” he asked, a sudden frown on his face when he saw a few tears glistening in your eyes.

You sighed and covered your face with your hands, “Just feel so stupid!”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Tom said, puzzled.

“I just don’t belong here,” you mumbled, turning on your side away from Tom.

“Don’t belong here?” Tom repeated. You didn’t move, just closed your eyes and hoped he would leave. “(Y/N), the group would be a lost cause without you.”

“You know that’s not true,” you told him.

“Plus, you’re one of my best friends,” Tom said, completely ignoring your slight interruption. “I would be a lost cause without you. And I think you’d be pretty lost without me, too.”

If only you knew.

“I’m not good enough to be friends with you,” you whispered. “I just don’t fit in with this world.” Tom was quiet, and you knew he knew you were right. Or at least you thought. Tom suddenly pulled you so you were sitting up in front of him. He brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Who told you you weren’t good enough?” he asked softly. You waved your hand dismissively and swallowed back some tears.

“This is stupid,” you told him.

“(Y/N),” he said firmly, “who told you you weren’t good enough?” You scoffed and threw your hands in the air.

“Everyone on the Internet, Tom,” you said. “Isn’t it obvious? Look at you! And look at your friends! They’re all rich and successful and so good with people, and I’m, I’m me!” You motioned to yourself in frustration. “I’m awkward and, like, the biggest loser in this friend group. And I’m not the only one who says that. A million of your fans will say it on every Instagram post of me with any of you, and the girl who pushed me just this afternoon clearly feels the same, and-”

“It doesn’t matter what any of them say,” Tom said quickly. “They’re not part of our friend group, are they? They’re just mad that you’re in the place they want to be. They’re just jealous.”

You rolled your eyes and laid down again, attempting to turn on your side until Tom stopped you. He got under the covers beside you and reached for the TV remote. “If you’re going to lay in bed and mope, then you’re going to do it with me by your side,” he said. He flicked the TV on and began flipping through channels until he found a trashy rom com on one of the cable channels. You couldn’t help but smile when Tom put his arm around you and pulled you close to his side. He kissed your temple and rested his head on top of yours. The two of you laid in bed together, watching movies after movies, until you eventually both fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were pretty surprised to find Tom still beside you. What surprised you even more were his arms wrapped around you, his face nuzzled against your neck. His hand rested on your stomach and your back was pressed to his front. You didn’t want to move. This was everything you had ever wanted. You never shared a bed with Tom before. You never had a situation where it would make sense (or be excusable) to do so. Now that you were experiencing it, you never wanted it to end. You slowly reached for your phone and saw that it was almost 8:00. If it was any other day, you would’ve been able to go right back to sleep. But it wasn’t any other day. It was the day of the Golden Globes. You knew Harrison would be searching for Tom soon the minute he realized he wasn’t in his room, and you had to help Zendaya get ready. So, like the responsible assistant you were, you locked your phone and turned to face Tom.

“Tom,” you cooed softly. He scrunched his nose and wrapped his arms around you tighter, one of his hands raising your shirt slightly, his thumb brushing across your bare skin. You laughed lightly and poked his nose. “Hey, you gotta get up.”

“M’ so comfy,” he mumbled. “You’re nice to sleep with.”

You were sure your body performed a miracle, because you certainly just died and came back to life again. “Tom, you got the Golden Globes today,” you told him. You couldn’t help but brush some of his hair away from his forehead. “You gotta get up.”

“Don’t need to get ready for hours,” he argued. “Now shut up so I can sleep again. You know you like laying with me.”

You have no idea.

You just rolled your eyes and pushed yourself out of bed. “I gotta take a shower,” you told him. “I’ll see you later.” You heard Tom groan as you walked into your hotel bathroom and shut the door behind you. You let out a heavy sigh and started the water for your shower, stripping off your clothes and hopping in as soon as the water was warm enough. You washed away any thoughts of Tom’s arms around your body or his breath tickling your skin. Those thoughts would only hold you back throughout the day.

When you got out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around your body and walked back into your bedroom. You practically jumped out of your skin when you saw that Tom was still in your bed. “Tom!” you scolded. He didn’t move, and you quickly noticed he was snoring softly. You rolled your eyes and stormed over to the bed, deciding to be a bitch and squeeze your still wet hair over his face. Tom cursed and sat up, wiping the water off of his face.

“You dickhead,” he laughed, shaking out his hair and running his fingers through it.

“Get out of my room!” you laughed back, yanking the covers away from him. Tom grinned and leaned up on his elbows.

“But I’m so enjoying the sight of you in a towel,” he said cheekily. You just rolled your eyes and walked over to your suitcase, mostly to avoid him seeing you blush. You heard the bed creak as Tom laughed again and made his way to the door. “I’ll let Zendaya know you’re up,” he told you. You nodded and waved him goodbye as he left your room.

Zendaya.

You got dressed in jeans and a simple black peplum top and put on your make-up. Once you had your hair dried, you saw you had a text from Zendaya: Tom stopped by and told me you’re up. I’m ready when you are x

You texted her back and quickly slipped on your shoes before leaving your room and making your way to Zendaya’s. As soon as you knocked on the door, she opened it and dragged you into her room. “What-”

“That’s what you were upset about!” she said, cutting off your words immediately. “You like Tom! Oh my god!”

“Shut up!” you said quickly, taking a step towards her and covering her mouth. “Shut up, okay? Just shut up!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she said, pulling your hand away from her mouth.

“Because I knew you’d act like this!” you said. “And it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t like me, so I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it only for it to turn into nothing.”

“What do you mean he doesn’t like you?” Zendaya laughed. “Tom’s had a crush on you for ages.”

“Oh, shut up!” you said with a roll of your eyes. “We don’t have to talk about this. In fact, we shouldn’t talk about this. We need to go.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Zendaya Coleman, we are not talking about this!” you said sternly, putting your hands on your hips. “You have to be on the red carpet in-” You paused to look at your phone for the time. “-8 hours.”

“8 hours!” Zendaya repeated with a laugh. “So first we’re going to go get breakfast with the guys.”

“Z-”

“Shh,” she said, holding up her hand to you. “Let’s go. The boys are already in the lobby.” You groaned as Zendaya grabbed your hand and dragged you out of her hotel room. “So how long have you liked him?” she asked you as soon as you got into the elevator.

“We’re not talking about this,” you said again.

“We are,” she said. “By my calculations, Tom has liked you for about a year and a half. I’m assuming you’ve felt the same for just as long? Maybe a month or so longer?”

“Tom doesn’t like me!” you said harshly. Zendaya was taken aback at your tone and you felt a little guilty but kept talking anyway. “I know you’re just saying that to make me feel better, so quit it. Everyone on planet earth knows Tom’s liked you for ages.”

“You can’t seriously believe that,” she laughed. You were thankful the elevator door opened because your conversation ended as you gave Zendaya a petty smile.

“The boys are waiting.”

Zendaya had been texting on her phone throughout all of breakfast and, just as you guys were finishing up, she excused herself to take a phone call. “What’s she doing?” Tom asked before taking a sip of his coffee. You shrugged and picked at your fingernails. Tom groaned and leaned his head on your shoulder. “Today’s going to be a long day,” he mumbled. You nodded and rested your head on top of his, ignoring the looks Harrison was not-so-subtly giving you.

When Zendaya came back, she had a large and mischievous smile on her face. That was never a good look. “C’mon,” she said, holding her hand out to you. “We’ve got places to be.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one reminding you of your schedule?” you teased. “And you don’t have anything for, like, another hour.”

“I’ve got a surprise,” she answered plainly. “Now get your boyfriend off of you and let’s go.” Tom lifted his head and glared at Zendaya who just laughed and physically grabbed your hand, pulling you off the seat.

“We’re just friends, Zendaya,” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Zendaya just laughed, “We’ll see you guys later!” You both bid adieu to the others and made your way outside where, apparently, Zendaya had called for a car to wait for you. She was bouncing in her seat and refused to tell you where you were headed. You hated not knowing. Soon enough, you pulled up to an expensive looking storefront, which made you turn to Zendaya with a confused expression.

“Your dress is waiting for you at the hotel,” you told her.

“We’re not getting me a dress,” she said with a smile. “We’re getting you a dress.”

And that was how Zendaya informed you that you would be joining her, Tom, Harrison, and Jacob at the Golden Globes. Despite the fact that you had declined Zendaya’s original offer months ago, she apparently went over your head and got you a seat anyway. You didn’t know whether you should be happy or upset.

You didn’t have time to think too much about it, because suddenly you were whisked inside the dress shop. The rest of the day flew by. Between getting your hair and make-up done and trying not to freak out every time you thought about walking the red carpet, you could barely catch your breath.

When it was time for you and the boys to head to the award show, you and Zendaya were all ready and made your way down to the lobby. You felt insanely foolish. The dress Zendaya had picked out for you was… gorgeous, but you knew you didn’t do it justice. When you got to the lobby, you saw that Tom, Harrison, and Jacob were all already there waiting for you before getting into their car. Harrison was the first to look up and his jaw instantly dropped. Jacob looked next before elbowing Tom to look as well. You hated the feeling of all their eyes on you. You were pretty surprised when Tom walked up to you, completely ignoring Zendaya. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight,” he said.

You laughed lightly, “Yeah, neither did I.” Tom looked you up and down which just made you blush harder than you knew you already were.

“You look stunning,” he said simply.

“Ah, this old thing,” you joked. “Just pulled it out of my closet.”

When the five of you got to the red carpet, you took a deep breath before getting out of the car. You all approached the carpet at the same time, but Zendaya, Jacob, and Tom were getting much more attention than you and Harrison. Harrison, sensing how nervous you were, placed a hand on your back and stayed by your side. “I don’t know what to do,” you said softly, staring at all the reporters.

“C’mon,” he said, nodding his head forward. “We’ll just start walking and taking pictures, okay? We just make our way down the line. We’ll wait for the others if we get too far ahead.” You nodded and let Harrison take your hand, walking with you over to the photographers. You were surprised when they started calling your name along with Harrison’s. It suddenly made a smile spread across your face.

Maybe you did belong.

Harrison got called to another photographer and he held up a finger to you as he walked ahead of you to another group of cameras. You only felt lost for a moment before you felt another hand on your back. It was Tom. You simultaneously relaxed and freaked out again for a completely different reason. “You’re doing great,” he whispered in your ear. You smiled up at him and quickly heard photographers shouting at both of you.

“Are you two dating?”

“Is (Y/N) in a relationship with Harrison or Tom?”

“How long have you two been dating?”

“(Y/N), are you more than just Zendaya’s assistant?”

Tom just squeezed your hip gently and pulled you close to his side, encouraging you to pose for the cameras with him. When you looked up at him and saw his award winning smile already looking down at you, you swore you had never been more in love with him.

By the time the five of you got into the venue and sat at your table, Zendaya squeezed your hand gently. “You did great!” she said encouragingly.

“Thanks,” you said with a smile. “It was actually kind of fun.” Zendaya returned the smile and looked around to see if any of the others were listening.

“I saw the way he was looking at you,” she said softly.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“Tom, earlier today, on the carpet,” she explained. “I was watching him talk to a reporter, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking over her shoulder at you down the carpet. He wouldn’t stop looking at you. Dude, it was like, it was like he didn’t even want to talk to her. Like he just wanted to talk to you.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, “You’re insane.”

“I’m telling you, (Y/N),” she said. “He likes you just as much as you like him.”

Naturally, this consumed most of your thoughts throughout the award show. Obviously you were loving the show, and your table was full of amazing people (the five of you, Zac Efron, John Krasinski, Emily Blunt, Blake Lively, Ryan Reynolds, and Chris Hemsworth and his wife Elsa), but the forefront of your mind was still on Tom. It didn’t help that he kept putting his hand on your thigh, squeezing it just to get your attention and make sure you were okay. Eventually, you had to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom.

As soon as you got there, you looked at yourself in the mirror, letting out a heavy breath and fixing your hair. This was fine. Everything was fine. Tom did not like you, and Zendaya was just being Zendaya. Tom was a naturally flirty, kind, and touchy person. This was nothing new. You were just overthinking it all because Zendaya had gotten in your head.

Just as you were about to leave the bathroom, the door opened and none other than Tom himself walked in. “Wrong bathroom,” you teased lightly. “And you’re missing the show.”

“You keep saying that we’re friends,” he said abruptly, locking the door of the bathroom, “but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.” He walked up to you, causing you to back up until your butt hit the counter. “And I was pretty certain you wouldn’t talk to me about it until I used drastic measures.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you told him.

“Look me in the eyes and say that again,” Tom said firmly. You hadn’t even really realized you were staring at your feet until Tom’s words made you look up at him again. You opened your mouth and closed it again, not being able to force the words from your lips. “(Y/N) I like you, a lot,” he said with a small laugh.

“You don’t,” you said immediately. “I know you don’t.”

“Why the hell are you so confident about that?” he asked.

“Because you like Zendaya!” you argued. “I know you do!”

Tom rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. Even though you were shocked, you couldn’t help but kiss him back. As soon as he realized you weren’t going to pull away, he smiled and slipped his tongue past your parted lips. You knotted your fingers in his hair, then suddenly pulled away. Tom looked at you in confusion, and you just giggled and wiped some smeared lipstick off his lips. “I’m gonna mess up your hair,” you whispered. Tom just laughed and pressed his forehead to yours.

“Do you believe me now that I don’t like Zendaya?” he asked. You just smiled and bit your lip softly. “It’s you I like, (Y/N). It’s always been you I like. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“S’okay,” you said with a shrug. You paused and crinkled your eyebrows a bit. “We should probably go back to the show.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he said with a laugh.

“Hopefully none of the paparazzi saw you come in this bathroom,” you teased, reaching out to smooth his hair a bit.

The next morning, Instagram was blowing up with pictures of you and Tom leaving the women’s bathroom. You scrolled through them, a shit eating grin on your face. Only one picture actually made you stop and double tap. Its caption?

(Y/N) belongs with Tom.