#new dj sets out soon

[sweetlikemonie]

𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓

football player!onyankopan x black!stripper reader

word count: 4.5k words

content warnings: 18+ minors pls go awayyyy, porn w/some plot, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap ur willy!), rough sex, lots of dirty talking, spitting, spanking, use of pet names, daddy used maybe once or twice, kinda? semi-public sex, oral receiving ( fem + male), light dubcon (just tagging cause reader is slightly under the influence), you’re not a twinkie this time but a toaster strudel, light degradation

author’s note: thought of this and IMMEDIATELY got to it 🤭like this lowkey got me out of my writing slump (maybe..fingers crossed!!). hope you guys enjoy tho i tried to make it as nasty as possible for my man. reblogs, likes, & comments are greatly appreciated as always!

The luminescent lights flashed all around you as you strutted through Aquarius, the nightclub where you had spent countless nights dancing. You were just weeks shy of your three-year anniversary—what had started as a ‘get-rich-quick’ scheme had become something you couldn’t see yourself leaving anytime soon.

Although you knew this wasn’t where you wanted to retire, your day job as a second-year student majoring in psychology, with dreams of becoming a Forensic Psychologist, kept you grounded. But what could you say? You loved the money. It paid your bills and tuition while affording you a lifestyle you had only read in magazines and seen on TV screens.

The fast money and fast life were intoxicating—an adrenaline rush that your everyday existence couldn’t give you. Regardless of your green-eyed coworkers, who had tried to sabotage your bag few times too many, or the unsettling customers whose once-adoring admiration had turned into obsession, you stayed.

You were known to many as Siren, and you lived up to the name’s full potential. Your seductive moves and effortless sensuality captivated the attention of many, making you a favorite among the club’s clientele. You had more than a few regulars, their loyalty ensured you remained one of the club’s top dancers.

You made it to the dressing room, taking a seat at your vanity to start your makeup. You decided to keep your outfit simple— a sheer burgundy one-piece paired with complimentary accessories along with your matching sparkly Pleasers. Pulling the clips from your hair, you let your ash-blonde layered curls cascade down your back. You knew you looked good enough to eat. Just as you were getting ready to leave, your fellow dancer and friend, Sin, walked in.

“You giving ’em hell tonight, ain’t you?” her soft voice teased as you greeted her with a warm smile.

Sin had started at the club around the same time as you, and over the years, the two of you had grown close. You learned early on that friendliness was rare in the exotic dancing world, but being new to the game together gave you both common ground. Your connection extended beyond the club, her being someone you genuinely confided in.

“I mean, you know,” you replied, giving her a playful spin and pose. “I heard it’s supposed to be some big spenders in here tonight. I just hope them niggas ready to throw them racks at a bitch!” she said, settling into her seat to get ready.

You had heard the same—word was that a few of the Kansas City Chiefs were coming in to celebrate after their win the night before.

You let out a giggle. “I call dibs on the biggest. See you out there boo.” you said jokingly, sticking out your tongue before walking out, making a beeline for the bar.

No matter how many times you had danced before, a little liquid courage always helped loosen you up for the night ahead. You struck up conversation with the bartender as she prepared your usual—a mixed drink and two shots of your favorite tequila.

The night continued on—several stage sets and lap dances later—the DJ’s voice boomed over the speakers, announcing the arrival of the stars of the night.

You had just finished your third set of the night when you saw about seven of the players walk in. They were flashy—rocking big chains and rings, their diamonds catching the light and dancing with every movement. Anything that showcased their wealth, they had it on. As you walked down the steps, one man caught your attention, nearly making you stop in your tracks—Onyankopon Jackson, the star quarterback of the team.

The deep, midnight hue of his skin made his jewelry gleam even brighter under the lights. Tattoos adorned both of his arms and you were sure they traced along other parts of his body as well. His presence was commanding, his stature intimidating at least 6’4”—a towering figure that exuded power.

You regained your composure as you made your way past their section, feeling the weight of eyes stalking your every move. You knew you would end up there sooner or later, but you just needed a minute to yourself.

Slipping into the dressing room, you reached for your makeup bag, reapplying your lip combo—a pointless distraction. You smoothed down the flyaways in your hair, taking one last look in the mirror. The faint scent of your vanilla perfume clung to the air, warm and intoxicating.

The pulse of the music hit you the second you stepped back out. The bass vibrated through the floor, syncing with your heartbeat. Lights flashed across the dimly lit club, illuminating eager faces. But you weren’t paying attention to any of them—your mind was locked on only one thing. Him.

And there he was. Leaning back with a wide stance in the VIP section, a drink in hand, casually conversing with his teammates. Your eyes met Onyankopon’s, the space between you thick with tension, the air suddenly heavy. A slight smirk curved your lips as you stepped onto the stage, the deep bass of “Hit Different” by Trey Songz blasting through the club’s speakers.

You circled the pole first, slow and teasing, fingertips grazing the cool metal as you let the anticipation build. A tilt of your chin, a flick of your hair—every movement was a silent invitation, daring everyone to keep their eyes on you.

Your hips moved with purpose, each roll slow and sensual—meant for Onyankopon and him alone. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, you gripped the pole and lifted yourself effortlessly, your body stretching like liquid fire. One leg hooked high above your head as you spun into a controlled descent, teasing the air with every motion.

Sliding down, you melted into a slow, deliberate split, fingertips grazing the floor as you arched your back. The fat of your ass jiggled behind you, a sinful display of softness and control. Your eyes locked onto Onyankopon once again, heat simmering in your gaze.

A smirk ghosted your lips before you rose to your feet, rolling your hips to the beat, every motion a siren’s call no one could resist.

As the song came to an end, you gathered the countless bills scattered around you, stuffing them into the bag you had kept beside you all night. Just as you finished, a light tap on your shoulder pulled you from your focus. It was Sin, letting you know she was heading over to the Chief’s section, ready to milk them for everything they had tonight.

Once you secured the last of your money, you made your way over, your hips switching with each deliberate step.

The music’s vibe shifted, turning more upbeat just as you began shaking your ass, the rhythm guiding your movements.

You slowly made your way in front of Onyankopon, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine as you moved your body.

Bending over, you began shaking in front of his face, teasing him with every motion. Before you could react, a firm grip pulled you forward, pressing you against his chest.

“You dangerous, mama. You know that?” he murmured, the diamonds in his grill catching the light, flashing like a silent warning. A smile teased at your lips as you continued moving against him, slow and sensual. “So I’ve heard.”

His hands lingered on your waist, fingers pressing just enough to make you feel his grip before they loosened again. You kept moving against him, slow and sensual, dragging out every second.

Onyankopon leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “You always put on a show like this, or you just tryna tease me?”

You smirked, rolling your hips deliberately slow. “Depends. You like being teased?”

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “I like getting what I want.” His hands slid lower, skimming over your thighs before he pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. “And right now, I want a private dance. Just me and you.”

The heat between you thickened, the energy shifting from playful to something heavier, more demanding. You bit your lip, playing with the chain around his neck as if considering it. But you both knew your answer.

“Lead the way, Chief.”

With that, he stood, flashing a knowing grin before placing a stack of bills in your hand. As you turned, you made sure to sway your hips just a little more than necessary, letting him watch what was about to be all his. You heard the hooting and cheering of his teammates as you two walked away to the bottom floor of the club.

The private room was dimly lit, intimate—perfect. You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back into the plush chair, climbing onto his lap as the music shifted to something slower, something meant for you two.

“Hope you can handle me up close,” you taunted, voice silky, rolling your hips to the low hum of the music.

Onyankopon let out a low chuckle, settling into the chair, legs spread wide as he leaned back, eyes locked on you like he was already claiming you. “That the best you got, mama?”

Your smirk deepened as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him without breaking eye contact. His hands instinctively found your waist, but you caught his wrists, pressing them against the armrest.

“No touching yet,” you whispered, leaning in just enough for your breath to ghost over his lips before pulling back. You rocked your hips slow, deliberate, dragging out the friction between you. His jaw flexed, his grip tightening against the chair as he let you take control…for now.

“Teasin’ like you ain’t gon’ let me have you,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement and something darker beneath it.

“Maybe I like seeing you squirm.” you shot back, running a hand down his chest, letting your nails graze his abs before slipping lower—just to stop short of where you knew he wanted you most.

His eyes darkened, that easy smirk shifting into something more dangerous. In one swift motion, his hands broke free, gripping your waist before flipping you onto your back against the couch. A surprised gasp left your lips, but it melted into a laugh as he loomed over you, his weight pressing you into the cushions.

“Still wanna tease me, baby?” His voice was a low growl now, hands roaming, lips hovering just above your throat.

Your breath hitched, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. “Guess you’ll just have to shut me up,”His smirk deepened at your words, something menacing flickering behind his eyes. “Oh, I plan to.”

Before you could respond, his lips were on you—hot, demanding, claiming. His hands slid up your thighs, gripping them with just enough force to make you shiver. He rocked against you, slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of his arousal pressing between your legs.

“You talk all that shit,” he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing down the curve of your neck, “but I bet you ain’t even ready for me.”

You exhaled sharply as his teeth grazed your collarbone, heat pooling low in your stomach. Your fingers tangled in the chain around his neck, pulling him closer. “Why don’t you find out?”

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, but he wasn’t about to let you have the last word. His hands moved, slipping beneath your barely-there outfit, fingertips tracing over your heated skin. Every touch was deliberate, teasing, until your hips instinctively arched against him. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered, his voice thick with amusement and desire.

And then, he stopped playing.

He pushed your legs wider, his grip firm, possessive. The anticipation was unbearable, the heat between you smoldering as he finally touched you where you needed it the most. His fingers slid up and down your slit, collecting the wetness that had been waiting for him all night. “You wet as fuck. Sloppy ass pussy.” His words had an almost taunting tone behind them. Bringing his fingers to his mouth as he sucked them clean of your juices. “Just how I imagined.”

You shuddered as he lifted your dress up to your neck, kissing and licking at every inch of your body before he dove between your thighs. His tongue found your clit, and you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding in. He began to eat you like a man starved, his tongue locked against your clit, the obscene slurping sounds making you squirm as. Your hands searched frantically for something to hold onto, finally settling on your pierced nipples.

You grinded against his face as his tongue flicked against you with hunger—desperate to make you come, to see your face turn up in pleasure, to hear those sweet moans get more frantic as you neared your release.

Not too long after, two fingers slipped inside of you, angling perfectly against that soft, squishy spot that instantly made that bubbling heat your stomach began to rise. “B-baby,” you whimpered, lifting your hips slightly, desperate for a moment’s relief.

But his tattooed arms tightened around your thighs, locking you in place, making it nearly impossible to move. Without warning, your orgasm crashed over you like a ton of bricks. Wetness spilled out of you, glistening on Ony’s face and hands as he continued his assault, his tongue working you into overstimulation.

“Thought you could handle me, what happened?” A fake pout rested against his lips, voice dripping with teasing. He was anything but sorry. He stood as he rid himself of his shirt and pants, leaving only his underwear. As you suspected, tattoos traced nearly every inch of his chest.

You rolled your eyes as he pulled his underwear down, his long, thick shift bouncing against his stomach. It was darker than the rest of his body, tip leaking with arousal.

He positioned himself against you, dick hot and heavy against your thighs. “Feel that?” he whispered, rolling his hips just enough to make you gasp. He tapped it against your clit—once, twice, three times—before sliding himself inside you.

A loud sigh left both of you as he stretched you open, letting himself sink deeper, getting acquainted with your walls. He set a brutal pace, his hips slamming against your thighs—his hands pressing you down, keeping you from running.

“You feel so good, Daddy. Do I feel good too?” you teased, a smirk playing on your lips.

Your hands gripped his chain, yanking him closer until his lips crashed against yours. Your tongues tangled, both of you desperate to take control, to push the other over the edge. His chain clinked between your fingers as you tugged him closer, swallowing his groan into your mouth. His hips never slowed, each thrust hitting deep enough to leave you gasping against his lips.

“You was so big and bad, but look at you now,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to watch your face twist in pleasure. “Can’t even keep your mouth open, can you?”

He delivered a particularly sharp thrust, making your breath stutter. You tried to bite back a moan, but he wasn’t having it.

“Nah, don’t hold back. I wanna hear how nasty you get for me.”

One of his hands snaked up your throat, not squeezing—just resting there, a silent promise of control. His other hand drifted down, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing slow, lazy circles.

“Shit,” you whimpered, legs twitching beneath him.“Mmm,” he hummed mockingly, dragging his tongue along the shell of your ear. “That’s cute. But I’m not stopping ‘til you’re crying for it.”

He suddenly pulled out, leaving you empty, your walls fluttering around nothing. He flipped you over on your stomach as you whined at the loss, reaching for him, but he only smirked.

“So impatient.” He tapped his tip against your clit again, watching you jolt. “Look at this pretty ass pussy,” he groaned, dragging his fingers through your slick folds, spreading you open. “So fucking messy for me. You want it back that bad?”

You pushed back against him, whining, but he only smacked your ass hard, making you jolt.

“Use your words, baby.” His voice was thick with amusement. “Tell me how bad you need Daddy to stretch this pussy out again.”

“Please,” you gasped, fingers curling into the sheets. “Please, baby, I need it—need you to fuck me.” That was all he needed. He slammed into you in one brutal thrust, forcing a scream from your lips as he filled you to the hilt.

Your moans turned into desperate cries, your body trembling beneath him. “Fuck, you’re so loud,” he taunted. “You like being fucked like a whore, huh?”

You could barely form words, too lost in the sensation of him pounding into you, but you nodded frantically.

His grip on your hips tightened as he pounded into you from behind, each thrust making the dimly lit walls of the private dance room tremble. The bass-heavy music from the main floor thumped faintly through the walls, a sensual backdrop to the wet, obscene sounds filling the space.

“Fuck, you feel too good,” he groaned, dragging a hand up your spine before fisting a handful of your hair. “Had me watching you all night, throwin’ that ass for every other nigga in the room—but we both knew who you really wanted, didn’t we?”

You moaned as he yanked you back against him, his chest flush against your back now, his breath hot on your ear.

“Say it,” he murmured, voice thick with need “Wanted you, Daddy,” you breathed, reaching back to grasp his wrist where it rested on your hip. “Only you.”

He smirked against your neck, his free hand sliding up to cup your throat—not squeezing, just holding you there, making you feel the weight of him. “That’s right,” he muttered, rolling his hips deeper, making you whimper. “And now look at you. You’re not up there dancin’ for them anymore. You’re right where you belong—bouncing on my dick in this private room, letting me fuck you stupid.”

His other hand slid down between your legs, fingers finding your slick clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles.“How’s it feel, baby?” he asked, voice dripping with cocky amusement. “Getting fucked by the same man who had half the club watching him tonight?”

Your legs trembled, your fingers clawing at the plush couch beneath you as pleasure built inside you. “Feels—fuck…feels so good,” you moaned, arching into him.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before pulling back again, his hands firmly gripping your waist. “Yeah? You gonna be thinkin’ about this next time you’re on stage? Movin’ those hips, knowing I already had you bent over in here, dripping all over my dick?”

You clenched around him at the thought, and he hissed through his teeth, smacking your ass before grabbing it roughly. “Shit, mama, you just got even tighter,” he groaned. “You like that? The thought of me watching you, knowing you’re already mine?”

Your answer was a desperate whimper, your body pushing back against him, chasing every thrust “That’s what I thought,” he rasped. Then he slowed, pulling out nearly all the way before thrusting back in so deep you cried out. He repeated it again, each stroke slow, deep, precise—driving you insane.

“Open your mouth for me, baby.”

Your lips parted instantly, your tongue peeking out in anticipation. He leaned over you, gripping your chin, before spitting directly onto your tongue, watching with dark, hungry eyes as you swallowed without hesitation.

“Mmm, fuck,” he groaned, grabbing your jaw and pressing his thumb against your bottom lip. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

He pulled out of you suddenly, his hands gripping your waist tight as he flipped you over onto your back. His chest heaved, sweat glistening along his inked skin as he sat back on the plush couch, his thick cock standing tall, slick with your arousal.

“C’mere, baby,” he rasped, his voice rough from how much he’d been groaning. “Come ride me—put on a show just for me.”

You didn’t hesitate. Crawling over to him, you swung a leg over his lap, your hands sliding up his broad chest as you positioned yourself over his shaft. His hands immediately grabbed at your ass, spreading you open as he dragged his tip through your wetness.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, his gaze locked onto where your bodies were about to connect. “So messy. You ready to sit on this dick, or you gonna keep teasing me?”

You smirked, rolling your hips just enough to let his tip slide inside before pulling back up. “You tell me,” you taunted, your voice breathy. “How bad do you want it?”

His grip on your ass tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh.

“Baby, if you don’t drop that pretty pussy on me right now—”

You cut him off with a moan as you sank down onto him in one slow, deliberate motion, taking him all the way in. His head snapped back against the couch, a deep, guttural groan escaping his lips as your walls squeezed around him.

“Hell yeah,” he growled, his hands sliding up your waist, thumbs brushing against the underside of your breasts. “Knew this pussy was gonna feel unreal bouncing on me.”

You planted your hands on his chest for balance and started moving, rolling your hips in slow, filthy circles before lifting yourself up and slamming back down. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with the heavy bass still thumping through the walls of the club.

His chain clinked as you leaned in to kiss him, your tongue sweeping into his mouth, tasting him—tasting yourself still lingering there from when he’d licked you clean earlier. He groaned into your mouth, his hands sliding up your back before gripping the nape of your neck.

“Fuckin’ kiss me while you ride it,” he murmured, biting your bottom lip before pulling you into another deep, messy kiss.

You moaned against his lips, grinding down harder, the friction against your clit sending shocks of pleasure up your spine. His hands dropped back to your ass, spreading you open wider as he guided your movements.

“That’s it, baby,” he panted, eyes dark with hunger as he watched you. “Use me. Fuckin’ take it. Show me how nasty you can get.”

You braced yourself on his shoulders and started bouncing harder, faster, each drop making him grunt, his fingers leaving deep imprints in your skin. His dick was hitting that spongey spot inside you perfectly, making your legs tremble.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, watching the way your tits bounced in front of him. He leaned forward suddenly, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue.

You cried out, fingers sweeping over his low cut, pushing his head closer.

“Yeah? That feel good?” he murmured against your skin before pulling back. He looked up at you, his lips slick, his expression hungry. “Wanna feel even better?”

Without waiting for an answer, he spit onto his fingers, then reached between your bodies, rubbing his slick fingers over your swollen clit. You gasped, body jolting as pleasure shot straight through you.

“Ohh, fuck, Daddy—”

“That’s right, baby,” he groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet yours, amplifying the sensation. “You about to come all over me, aren’t you?”

Your body tensed, the combination of his deep strokes and the pressure on your clit sending you spiraling. You gripped his shoulders tight, your breath catching as heat coiled in your stomach.

“Come on, baby,” he coaxed, his voice dark and commanding. “Soak this dick. Show me how nasty you get when you lose it.”

And with a final grind of your hips, you shattered, your walls gripping him like a vice as pleasure ripped through you. Your moans turned into breathless cries, your whole body trembling.

“Fuuuck, that’s it,” he groaned, his head falling back as he felt you squeeze around him. Your body was still trembling, thighs shaking as you came down from your high, his dick still buried deep inside you, twitching with need. His grip on your waist was bruising, his jaw clenched tight as he fought for control.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned, head falling back against the couch. “Damn near made me nut just from how you squeezed me.”

With a teasing roll of your hips, you lifted yourself off him, gasping at the emptiness he left behind. Before he could pull you back, you slid off his lap and sank to your knees between his legs, your hands splaying over his thick thighs. His dick stood tall, slick with both of your arousals, throbbing and desperate.

“You ain’t done yet, are you, Daddy?” you teased, flicking your tongue over his tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum. “Thought a big, bad football player like you had more stamina than that.”

His jaw clenched, his hand tightening in your hair as he yanked your head back, forcing you to look up at him. “You talk too much,” he muttered, his thumb swiping over your swollen bottom lip. “That mouth is way better when it’s full.”

You smirked, opening wide, sticking your tongue out, waiting.

“Mmm, that’s my nasty girl,” he murmured, tapping his tip against your tongue before shoving it back into your mouth, pushing deep until you gagged around him. “Fuckin’ love seeing you like this—on your knees, drooling all over me, like you were made to take this dick.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, spit dripping down your chin, but you took it like a pro, moaning around him, letting your throat tighten just to make him twitch in your mouth. His hips jerked, his grip tightening as he held you there, groaning.

“Yeah, just like that,” he rasped. “Bet you wanna wear my nut all over that pretty face, don’t you?” You nodded, your eyes heavy with lust, your tongue swirling around him as you sucked harder. He hissed through his teeth, his head falling back.

“Shit—fuck, I’m close,” he groaned. He pulled out, stroking himself fast, aiming right at you. “Stick that tongue out, baby. Show me how much you want it.”

You tilted your head back, tongue out, eyes locked on him as he let out a deep, guttural moan, his dick jerking in his hand as thick, hot ropes of cum splattered onto your tongue, your lips, dripping down your chin and onto your chest.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, watching the way you let it coat your skin, his grip in your hair finally loosening. Slowly, you dragged your fingers along your chin, scooping up his release before licking it off, swallowing it down with a satisfied hum.

“Mmm, so messy,” you whispered, giving him one last kitten lick before pressing soft kisses along his abs.

He exhaled a rough chuckle, shaking his head as he pulled you up onto his lap, his big hands gripping your waist. “You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me,” he muttered, his lips brushing against yours. You smiled, looping your arms around his neck. “That a bad thing?”

“Nah,” he murmured, tilting your chin up as he finally kissed you—deep, slow, like he wanted to savor the taste of himself still lingering on your tongue.

You melted into it, letting him take his time, his hands smoothing up and down your back, grounding you after all the intensity. When he pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare thigh. “Ain’t no way I’m letting you walk out of here without makin’ sure you’re mine.”

You grinned, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. “Guess that means you’ll be back for another dance, huh?”

He smirked. “Oh, baby—I ain’t ever leaving.”

[c-nstellati-ns]

APOLLO, GOD OF MUSIC ... — conquest x medic!superhero!m!reader prt.1

you were retired, for gods sake. why in the hell would everything go to shit exactly when you were on vacation? you struggled to even comprehend the fact that there were more than one invincibles flying around, and now the city was falling apart all around you? retired or not, there were people who needed help and that's what you planned to do, no matter how reluctant you were about it. ... so how the hell did you manage to get yourself wrapped up with the very alien who was turning this city into a fine dust?

> author's note — this is incredibly self-indulgent and the first time i've written in literal months LOL so sorry for being inactive for so long !! this was inspired by dj subatomic supernova from NSR, lucio from overwatch and luna snow from marvel rivals ... i love me a silly guy who makes music and heals people via that music :-) not that subatomic heals people ... more like ........ he tries to kill them via music and his planets ........ but whatever !!! this is irrelevant !!!!!! ( i was gonna have this be smut originally but i like where i ended off to continue into a part two soon ^_^ so sorry if anything is bad i am very rusty ... feel free to send me some thirsts in my inbox if you'd like! ) > word count — 1.6k > featuring — our fave viltrumite, conquest <3 > cw — intentional lower case, canon typical violence, unspoken death threats? nothing much really its mostly establishing how your relationship came to be before things get steamy LOL so sorry for the bait

MDNI. 18+ ACCOUNT, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

you had parted ways with the GDA some time ago, marking it off as a need for something new. you could only fight so long, for so much. you had been in the spotlight ever since your powers had finally developed, being someone who could virtually heal anything with the power of music. it was rather silly in your eyes but it made you and anyone you wanted to protect virtually invincible. any wounds or injuries would mend in seconds in your presence, people feeling safe around you, other heroes feeling energised to keep on fighting. at some point, you felt the same way until… you didn't. it had only been a matter of time, after all.

the GDA was desperate to keep you so you kept their number just in case things were to happen. that is, until something finally did happen. it was a random tuesday, you think. you had been on the way to your hotel in the city for your little vacation, you had been waiting for so long for it. tapping into your savings from working with the guardians to afford it. you were happy, life was good. you had a nice car, a nice place far from the city, a couple dogs, cats, and one snake that you loved dearly. you were single, not that you minded much actually.

so what exactly happened? how the hell did your car end up split in half by falling debris and cradling the lifeless body of some innocent civilian that got extremely unlucky? you could barely wrap your mind around it.

it was hard to try and keep your music up enough to keep yourself safe, but to try and sweep in and aid those who were helpless was something else entirely. you let out a loud groan of frustration as you carefully set the body down somewhere undisturbed, making a mental note to come back for it later. you had to keep up, getting as many people out of there as you could, but there was always the few that escaped your grasp, all falling victim to some horrible fate that no amount of healing nor music could help. you couldn't get distracted.

you were glad you had kept the equipment the GDA had made for you, even gladder to have kept it close. the music coming off of the holographic speakers around you was loud, a beacon of hope in the midst of the destruction around you, but it kept people safe and you kept playing. you kept far away from the fighting as much as you could, ushering innocents away from their very close deaths. of course, you were putting a big ole target on your head with how loud it all was, but you couldn't care less. sounds waves were blasting anything that came your way, cracking open asphalt that trapped some poor kid underneath it all. you could spot the blood pooling next to him, his mother probably. you grimaced and carried him away, making sure to heal whatever cuts and bruises he had. thankfully, unharmed physically. mentally… you wouldn't wish that on your worst enemy.

you were doing your job well, keeping things somewhat peaceful until you spotted a stray arm sticking out of some debris. you quickly flew over, pushing off any concrete that held this person down. your heart beating frantically in your chest, you dug as much as you could, hoping that they didn't die before you got there. you grabbed at their hand and pulled as much as you could, using your sound waves to blast at the concrete as you did so. you let out a sigh of relief as you felt the warm from their palm, squeezing it in reassurance. you passed your fingers over their wrist, trying to find their pulse but no dice. so you used your powers to heal whatever injuries they might've sustained, a soothing melody that has the person feeling mushy.

"hey, are you okay?!" you shouted over the chaos around you, hand reaching out to grip at their shoulder. you pulled as hard as you can, thinking to yourself, holy fuck this guy is heavy as hell. you were about to yell again until the hand grabbed at your own roughly, your joints creaking in protest as it did so.

"woah--" you couldn't even finish your sentence before a giant man emerged from the rubble in front of you. he was much, much taller than you, and built like a fucking tank. if you weren't scared shitless, you would have asked him where he worked out. your jaw dropped, staring at the stranger before you.

conquest was having fun with this. he was having fun with all of this! this planet's defences were as measly as he had imagined, so it wasn't a surprise when the creatures that inhabited it were squished by a simple rock to their soft spots. but he was pleasantly surprised by its defender. a halfbreed viltrumite, weak like all those other flesh bags, but much more resilient. the worm even got him to bleed, which was a surprise in itself.

so who was this, mending the little scrapes and bruises that his body has yet to heal? why did it feel… good? like a warm feeling throughout his body, a hum of a familiar tune that made him want to… sleep? what the hell was this? it feels odd, he feels light. lighter than he would when he's flying, it was something else entirely. the touch was soft, much unlike he's ever felt before. a gentle squeeze, a faint hold. it was a strange combination, nothing like he's felt before. he let out a rough grunt, grabbing at the hand that was given to him, rising from the rubble he was buried underneath.

conquest brought up the creature that had healed him by the arm, thick brows furrowed as he stared down at it. it was fearful, trying to wrestle out of his iron grip and escape. but the viltrumite was curious about it now, who exactly was this worm? and was it so stupid to not know its own enemy?

you were gonna throw up. of course, of course you healed the wrong person. just your luck that you had healed THE VERY FUCKING THING THAT WAS CAUSING ALL THIS DEATH AND DESTRUCTION IN THE FIRST PLACE. you let out a pained noise as his grip around your wrist tightened, trying to just get away. you could keep yourself safe when fighting anything but a viltrumite? this was something else entirely.

you were smarter than to try and use your offensive powers against him, so instead, you allowed yourself to play a somewhat scattered melody to heal the broken bones within your hand and wrist. he tilted his head to the side, examining you like a piece of meat. i suppose that was what you were now. a stupid, musical adept piece of meat for him to tear into.

closing your eyes, you couldn't believe this was the day you would die. you didn't even get to take your vacation.

… but nothing happens? it's been a couple minutes, he should've killed you by now. you crack your eye open and take a look at him, startled by his one eyed gaze. his pupils are slits, examining you like you were some foreign… thing. and then he smiles. it's an unsettling one, but he grabs you by the waist, a much gentler hold than what he had on your wrist.

"you're the foolish one who helped me, aren't you?" his deep voice rings out over your healing melody and the rumbling chaos around you both.

you're speechless for a moment before nodding frantically, looking around for anything, anyone. unfortunately, no dice. it was just you, him and the fuck metric ton of dead bodies that he caused around you.

"hmm…" conquest mutters to himself. it was a strange feeling, the closer you were to him, the more that strange warm feeling seeped deep into his bones. he couldn't help but let out a deep purr that rattled you silly. he was like a big cat to you, a big, murderous psychotic cat. with his arms around you, it was… comforting? in a really, really fucked up way. you swallowed thickly as you stared up at him as he smiled down at you, what the fuck is going on?

"what is your name, worm?" the stranger asked, examining your face closely as he spoke. your mouth was dry, gaping like a fish out of water. his arms was tightening around you the longer you took to answer him and you stammered out your full legal out of sheer nervousness. he didn't seem like a patient man at all.

he repeats it under his breath, it rolls off nicely on his tongue. his arms lighten around your waist, your ribs definitely bruised after all this. you let out a groan, brain too scattered to make a coherent melody to heal yourself. instead, you looked back to him as his grin widened. crooked teeth and a prominent scar, you would have called him handsome if you weren't actively in danger of being ripped apart by this alien.

"… perhaps lord thragg wouldn't mind if i kept a pet, hm?" conquest purrs, that metallic hand reaching up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "a healing songbird, doesn't that sound nice? my little songbird." you barely have enough time to speak before he takes off with you in his arms, away from the destruction and chaos that he caused.

mark was clueless as to why conquest had disappeared all of the sudden. in a blink of an eye, he was alone, beaten and bruised on the ground. it gave him time to breathe but it was nerve wracking to think about.

What the fuck just happened?

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‘A little bit… or a lot’ (Min Ho x Reader)

Summary: K.I.S.S resident Marco will not leave Y/n alone so the night at the club Min Ho comes to her rescue and they set themselves up in fake relationship to make sure the guy gets a hint, but will their friendship survive the blurred lines?

Warnings: kissing, divorce

Word count: 8.7K

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“Not again,” I say out loud subconsciously, Kitty and I are once again in the boys flat just studying with Q, and I lay my phone face down frustrated.

Q and Kitty turn towards me immediately, annoyance showing in their eyes, but not at me “What did he say this time?” Q asks.

I just pass him my phone; Kitty gets up from lying on her stomach and looks over his shoulder, her face twists and turns as she reads the message.

“I mean it could kind of be kinda… romantic- no?”

“What can be seen as romantic?” Min Ho says walking in through the dorm door and taking off his shoes, looking between the three of us.

I let out a loud sigh and twist to lie on my back laying a pillow over my face, “It’s Marco he keeps message me,” I hug the pillow to my chest.

Q laughs, “He’s pestering her and very clearly not getting a hint,” he says pointing the phone in Min Ho’s direction, he pulls a disgusted face as he reads the message.

“They say you are what you attract,” Min Ho says with a level of sass and walks into his room closing the door behind him.

“No one has ever said that” Kitty exclaimed in a whisper and the three of us burst into a fit of laughter.

Q passed the phone back to me and I immediately threw it to the other side of the sofa, “That guy seriously needs to chill,” Q says turning back to the textbook and question sheet.

“Honestly I’m so tired of it, I’m scared he’s gonna try something in person,” I said, both my friends shoot my empathetic looks, trying to be supportive, but it doesn’t look like Marco is going to leave me alone any time soon.

Kitty started to gather up all her resources, “Okay time to stop this,” she says getting up and putting the stuff in her bag. I try to argue with her that we’ve only done half the homework questions, but she ignores me and keeps packing.

“Look I need time to get ready for this date with Praveena, I really think things could work out between us, so I want to put the effort in,” she explains, Q and I look at each other and identical smiles spread across our faces, “Plus I’m still yet to match make you and I think it’s time you find someone for you, and it might help Marco move on,” I give her the can we not talk about this right now look but then Q agrees.

He stands up to leans against the sofa arm and looks down at me, “We’re gonna have so much fun, come on smileee,” he says reaching out an arm and pulling me up.

We agree to finish the work tomorrow and to meet in two hours to head out to the club. A new DJ was playing and most everyone in the friendship group wanted to go.

When we arrive the atmosphere is perfect, the music is energetic but cool, the lights and decorations are the exact level of out there and complimentary, and everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. Kitty is quickly stolen away by Praveena and taken to the dance floor.

Dae, Q and I make our way to get mocktails before also heading to the dance floor, I watch Q looking around as if he were shopping for guys, which to be fair was exactly his plan for the night- a little distraction from the stress of tomorrow’s race and I was not going to stop him. Dae on the other hand looked stiff and uncomfortable but trying to move around doing something that kind of resembled dance moves.

“Oh my god,” Q says suddenly, and I follow his eyeline only to be met with the one and only, enemy on and off the track: Jin. Q looks… frankly offended at the sight and excuses himself.

When I turn back around to Dae he’s disappeared too, I look around but I can’t see him so go back to the bar to get another mocktail, then I finally find him talking to a group of girls at the back of the club and then I find Q making out with Jin so I went back for another drink and sat at the bar just people watching, all my friends were spread around.

That’s when I heard his voice. “Y/n!” Marco said sitting down next to me, I closed my eyes for a second. Great – now him. I couldn’t have my sad song music video moment, and I had to talk to him.

“Marco,” I say and it accidentally comes out a little too high pitched.

“What is such a pretty girl doing sat at the bar by herself?” he asks shuffling his seat closer and ordering a drink, being a good friend, I wanted to tell him, by not cockblocking any of my friends but I just don’t answer.

I finish the last of my drink and turn around to put it on the counter, in turn he places his hand on the counter almost touching my arm and leans closer to me, “Did you wanna get out of here? We could go grab some food or something,” he asked and I cringed internally.

Opening my mouth to answer he interrupts me, “Come on Y/n, we can go to that barbeque palace you love,”.

I grab my bag and stand as I say, “Marco I don’t-”

“There you are babe,” someone says from behind me, I feel an arm being strung against my shoulder, I turn to see Min Ho just as he presses a kiss to my forehead. He sees the confusion, and maybe a little fear in my eyes and nods subtly to Marco.

“Yep, just been waiting for you,” I reach my arm around his middle, he pulls me closer to him.

“Bye Marco,” Min Ho says simply and turns us away from the brunette walking in the direction of the exit.

What the hell just happened.

“What the hell just happened?” I said out loud this time as the outside breeze soothed me.

Min Ho just sighed taking his arm away, “I just saved your ass, you’re welcome by the way,” he explains.

“Thank you,” I say still in the state of shock.

“He really must not talk to many girls,” he continues, “you looked, repulsed, to say the least,” then one of his brows raised, “I can’t tell who I feel worse for, you, or that poor, helpless guy,”.

I shove my shoulder into his slightly, he swayed to one side by a step, a smile playing on his lips, I shook my head in response.

“What were you doing at the club anyway? I thought you said,” and then I turned on my best Mino Ho accent impression, “The sweat and heat of those places is terrible for my skin,”. The cool January breeze was rustling against my skin, and it was a pleasant contrast to the club which was starting to feel claustrophobic.

“I wanted to hear the DJ live, I’m considering hiring her for my next party,” he says placing his hands into his pockets, I wrapped mine around my jumper.

“So how long has this guy- what’s his name Mark- been bothering you?” Min Ho asked as we walk out towards the dorm buildings.

“Marco,” I say- he knew his name just chose to be petty, then I ran my hand through my hair but didn’t look at him when I answer, “Honestly pretty much since beginning of last semester but the messaging started getting more frequent over the break,”.

“Why haven’t you told anyone about it earlier?” he asked as if I was being an inconvenience to him, I explain to him that it’s never been anything big, he wasn’t being rude or demanding he just didn’t seem to understand that I wasn’t interested and the more I was pushing the more he was latching on.

“No every man can be as good as me, clearly,”

“Clearly,” I join in on his banter, “but seriously, thank you for saving me, I know how much how that must have killed you inside, to have to align yourself with me in such a way,” I said exaggerating, of course he didn’t actually feel this way, we are friends, but it was an inside joke in the friend group that Min Ho was just better than everyone.

Min Ho stopped in his track taking in a deep breath, “Fine, I’ll be your pretend boyfriend,”.

“What?- Min Ho I’m not asking you to-” the words fell out my mouth quickly.

He brushed me off immediately, “Until Marco leaves you alone. You should be thankful that I’m such a good person,” he starts walking again. I take a few quick paced steps to catch up to him.

“Min Ho you really don’t have to, I think he’s got it,” I argued but I  agree with the words coming out of my mouth, if anything a one off like this was likely to propel Marco more, as if this were some kind of challenge for all I knew.

“You’re so ungrateful,”

“Ok fine,” I say defeated, “Thank you,” this time with more emotion.

“It was time to do some charity work anyway,” he said messing up my hair, my face scrunched up in reaction. The rest of the way home in his car was spent arguing about what the best snack for film night was, then what the best film is and soon enough we were back on K.I.S.S grounds.

Min Ho walked me to the door of the girl’s dorm, now that we were alone we discussed what this arrangement meant, and what we were going to tell our friends. The answer was nothing, we were gonna leave them in the dark, one of them was likely to blabber and this needed to seem real. We would act as a couple in front of others but mostly when Marco was around. Not going over the top but just enough to make him believe. When we got to the door we looked at each other.

“What do we tell them when they ask how this happened?”

“We say that you finally fell for my handsome look and irresistible charm,” he says running a hand through his hair, “I mean it was bound to happen, everyone does,”

“Okay Min Ho, whatever,” and then we quickly came up with our cover story.

“Night L/n”

“Goodnight Min Ho,”

Then he was walking in the direction of the boy’s dorm and I look at my phone that was buzzing mercilessly the last few minutes, a bunch of texts were shining brightly back at me.

Kitty: Where are you?

Kitty: Helloooo

Kitty: We want to leave soon

Q: Girl we’re worried answer the phone

Q: missed call (2)

Kitty: missed call (3)

Yuri: Y/n meet us by the front door

Kitty: Swear I’m going to expose all ur secrets if you don’t answer

Shoot.

I was so wrapped up in the Marco situation and then Min Ho that I didn’t even think to text any of them. Not wanting to call any of them right now I text Kitty a quick explanation, that I wasn’t feeling well and Min Ho took us home.

My reply was met with several other messages, but I just got inside our room, got changed and jumped into bed. Twenty minutes later the girls arrived in the dorm but I was  pretending I was asleep, which I almost was, so a little white lie. They would’ve wanted to know what happened and I wasn’t quite ready to fake having a relationship in front of my friends.

<3 <3 <3

Over the next few days all was pretty normal, I didn’t see much of Min Ho outside of lessons, he was busy with avoiding his father and I was busy helping Kitty figure out who this Simon guy we are searching for is. Though on Thursday morning there was some flowers delivered to our door whilst we were having breakfast, I managed to get to the card before the girls thankfully and since then they wouldn’t stop prying.

That was until tonight, our weekly movie nights, I was feelings blessed with the fact that it was finally Friday, but I also didn’t know how to behave.

“I’m dreading whatever we’re gonna watch tonight,” Yuri says as we walk through the boy’s dorm building.

Kitty is flinging her popcorn bag, “I know I hate it when the boys pick, it’s always some kind of action film,” she says.

“They’re not always that bad,” Julianna says bringing Yuri’s hand, which she was holding, up to her lips to give it a kiss.

Even though I didn’t mind the action films or the thrillers it was when they put on horror films that I wanted to run and hide- I don’t judge what people like but it’s lowkey not for me.

“Oh guys remind me to ask Jin for that smoothie recipe before we leave tonight,” Yuri says as we arrive at the door. Kitty reaches for the handle and lets herself right in, we all take our shoes off and say hello to everyone. Giving the boys the benefit of the doubt they did prepare hot drinks and brought some blankets into the living area.

“Are you girls ready to dive into Infested?” Min Ho says coming out his and Dae’s room, the latter following behind him with a closed lipped smile.

“Nooo,” I drag out and look at Q begging him for some support, he just gives me one of those pitying smiles. That night on the way back from the club I told Min Ho that I refused to go watch the film in cinemas or at all.

Dae pats my shoulder as he walks past, “Sorry Y/n it was Min Ho’s turn to pick this time,” he said taking the drinks from the counter and passing them out to those who have already sat down.

Min Ho took a place on the edge of the sofa, I helped Q grab the bowls with snacks and lay them on the table as the others chatted, Jin was using the remote to turn on the film. I look towards Kitty to go join her and sit in front of the sofa when Min Ho catches my eye.

He nods his head ever so subtly, urging me to come sit next to him, I abide with some reluctance.

“L/n” he says lifting the blanket, I sit down with my legs curled up to my body, “I really do think you’re going to hate this movie,” his smile is sadistic, I go to elbow him and he flinches away.

“That’s my opinion,” I say sweetly.

After asking if everyone was ready Jin turned the movie on, and as expected it was creepy and eerie and my mouth was curled up in discomfort within the first 15 minutes. When everyone is deeply focused on the film I turn my head to Min Ho slightly.

“Also- flowers. Really?” I whispered shaking my head.

“Do you want this to be believable or not?” he said back still watching the screen, does he actually send flowers to the girls he was dating, just because?

“Who knew you were such a gentleman,” I teased and I just watched him roll his eyes before turning back to the screen, my distraction did not want to distract me from whatever the hell was happening on the screen.

About half an hour passed before jumpscare scared me so bad that I turned my head to the side covering my eyes and almost hit Min Ho who was sat very close to me. A low chuckle escaped him, then he was laying his arm around me, I felt myself stiffening, it was unexpected, but it only took a second for my body to relax.

After Kitty returned from the toilet later on during the movie she looked at me, her eyes widening as if I’d grown another head, her eyes scanned from me to Min Ho, back to me then to him in a questioning look. After I failed to satisfy her need for answer she sat back down and pulled her phone out, then I felt another two pairs of eyes on me, but I forced myself to keep my eyes on the screen. How long did we have of this film yet?

At some point Min Ho started to brush his fingers back and forth across the skin on arm, it was calming, and if it was anyone else, in any other circumstance I’d find it endearing, romantic.

When the movie was finished, I was half asleep on the sofa, my head on Min Ho’s chest, no one said anything about our position as they started getting up and cleaning, but they did look back once or twice to check if they were seeing things right.

I got up to help washing up, putting my jumper back on after unfurling from the warm blanket.

“So don’t worry guys we’ll be back with a super cheesy romance next week!” Kitty says clapping her hands together and then hugging Q goodbye. I laid the tea towel on counter ready to go get my shoes back on too.

One step into my journey I was stopped, everyone was still chatting and getting ready to leave, as a pair of arms wrapped around me.

“Bye babe,” came Min Ho’s voice, a little louder than usual, just to make sure everyone heard, and before I knew what was happening, he was turning me around slightly, his eyes going to my lips, then to my eyes, and he clearly did not read the panic in my eyes as he leaned down and kissed me briefly.

“Bye,” I said almost breathlessly, turning back to see all our friends trying to hide their shock.

The walk back to our dorm was very quiet, Yuri complained that no one reminded her to get the smoothie recipe from Jin and Kitty was listing rom coms, but what would usually be loud was rather quiet.

That was until we were all within the space of our dorm.

“What the hell was that?!” Yuri exclaimed  

“Yeah, I think you have some explaining to do,” Kitty says fidgeting excitedly

I hang up my jacket before turning back to them, “Guys it’s not a big deal,”

“Not a big deal!” Kitty started, “Is this where you disappeared to last week after ditching us at the club

“Actually, you guys all ditched me…”

Julianna joined in “So not the point, but seriously you can’t say it’s not a big deal,”

“You and Min Ho have been butting heads all of last semester,” Yuri states.

“That’s irrelevant, what happened that night?” Kitty pestered excitedly.

I lifted myself to sit on the island counter, “He ended up coming to the club so he could listen to the DJ, he thought he might hire her for his next party, I bumped into him on my way outside, the hot air was giving me a headache and we just talked, and then came back and talked some more,” I pull my lips into a shy smile.

“Just talked?” Yuri says consciously.

“Okay talked and then, we kissed, it was an in the moment thing but then yeah, we’re just in this kind of middle ground where I don’t really know what’s going on,”

“Oh my God, so the flowers the other day were from him?” Yuri pieces it all together.

“I mean I have literally been telling you guys for moths,” Kitty says turning to the other two girl putting her hand out, palm upwards, “You both owe me,” she says. I shook my head and jumped down from the counter, Kitty had once said as a one off to me that maybe this line of annoyance with each other was more, but I just brushed her off, and now I feel bad tricking her, but it wouldn’t be for long.

<3 <3 <3

We all got stuck into the semester really fast the next few weeks, lessons were harder, and Kitty was actively doing opposite of what her intention was this semester with Praveena and Yuri, but at least we were making progress on her family situation. Min Ho and I were acting like a happy couple every time we all met up or Marco was around, which was decreasing the more times he saw Min Ho with his arm around me or whispering something judgy about someone else in my ear making me laugh.

This meant we started spending more time together and I was learning so much about him, one night when everyone else went out we cooked dinner, well more accurately he cooked dinner whilst I tried helping but he just sent me away to the other side of the kitchen island and I watched him sheepishly.

“Stop looking at me like that L/n” he said not even looking up from the vegetables he was chopping, and I felt a blush rise on my face.

There was also the first time I spent time in his room, we had been texting and I was complaining about homework for one of the classes and he told me to just come over and he would help me. We were doing homework sat on his bed listening to music, his back pressed against the wall, and I was laying on my stomach facing him as we worked out the answers.

The someone creaked open the door slightly, “I want to come in so stop making out!” Dae warned and Min Ho and I looked at each other as if that was the most disgusting thought. He was not a bad kisser, in fact the last few weeks I’ve found out quite the opposite, but I wasn’t about to boost his ego.

We all also ended up going to the Moon’s cabin for the holiday weekend, unfortunately his dad didn’t come up, Min Ho said that there was something more important with his favourite son. He played it off cooly, but I could see the hurt in his eyes but he said he didn’t want to talk about it.

That first night when everyone else had fallen asleep I snuck out to the kitchen to get some water, and there was Min Ho sat on the sofa scrolling through his phone, he looked tired with the light illuminating his face in the dark.

“Can’t sleep?” I asked, but he just murmured a reply. I grabbed a blanket and went to sit down next to him, “maybe you should talk to him Min Ho,” I raised the idea gently.

He shook his head and put his head down, “And say what? Oh by the way dad thanks for not coming to the weekend getaway you wanted and always choosing everything and everyone else over me, I don’t think so” he says sharply but I know it’s directed at me. I turn his face to look at me, the persona falls then.

I put my arms around him and pull him close into a hug, running my hand up and down his back and nape as his head is hidden against my neck.

“Be careful L/n or you’ll actually fall in love with me,” he said turning his head ever so slightly to look at me.

“You wish,”

But he didn’t move away, we sat in silence for a while and when I whispered his name I got no reply, only to notice that he’d fallen asleep.

The Kitty came out the corridor to see us, I was running a hand through his hair as I was also starting to doze off, and Kitty whispered, “Is he okay”.

I nodded, “Yeah he will be,”, and then she was heading back to the bedroom with an I told you smile. Over the last few weeks, I did come to care for Min Ho more, as a friend, I got to know more about him and how he’s actually a human with his own shit going on, but he just doesn’t let people in. The rest if our time was spent, playing games and sitting in the hot tub in the evening, there was minimal drama apart from the whole Yuri, Julianna, Kitty and Praveena love letter, and Min Ho’s dad bailing but we made the most of the trip.

By the time we got back it was only two weeks until the school’s annual ball, this year’s theme was going to be ‘Blossom Ball’. In all honesty I didn’t think Min Ho and I would be keeping this thing up for so long but maybe it was time to end it before the ball, I knew more than a couple girls were hoping for my downfall so they could go with him, and in part I did feel guilty, one of these girls could be someone he could really fall for.

After overhearing another not-so-subtle conversation in one of my extracurricular classes I decided that it was time to put it to an end.

That was until I was walking through the common room area and was bombarded by 5 people with signs, pink glittery writing spread out on them, music was turned on really loud behind me, a well known Korean love song. The signs read:

‘Y/n’ ‘Will you’ ‘go to’ ‘the dance’ ‘with me?’

Then Marco burst through the crowd of guys with a single flower in his hands, dropping down to one knee in front of me.

I could feel the eyes of all the other students, and their whispers, mostly judging Marco, because like come on, from the onlooker of an outsider, who asks out a girl to prom when she’s had a boyfriend for the past two months? I could feel the frustration building up under my skin.

“Marco can you just give it a break! I have a boyfriend, that I really like for gods sake. Leave me alone!” I say with more fire than I had intended

“I guess that’s my cue, excuse me mate,” Min Ho says coming from behind Marco who is stuck with a mortified face looking towards us.

“Now that that joke of a man is out the way, will you go to the Blossom Ball with me L/n” he asked lifting the pink roses he held, for a moment something fluttered in my heart and I reminded myself this is not real, it’s for show. I just needed to get through the ball and then we could go back to the way things were, and my heart would stop doing summersaults every time he touched me or smiled at me.

I pulled the ‘are you joking face’ and a smile, a genuine smile, spreads over my lips, I can almost drown out the pathetic complaints from Marco. A but of guilt was eating away at me but not even those surrounding us were paying him any pity, still those who were looking  were looking at Min Ho and I.

“Yes, of course,” I reply and reaching for the flowers, the second they’re out of his hands both of them are on my face and he kisses me boldly and I can feel myself blush at the reactions of all the students. The thing about Min Ho was that he didn’t need big signs or loudly blaring music to make something grand and meaningful.

“Well, I hope you have a black dress to wear so you can match my suit,”

“And what If I don’t?” I asked in a challenge.

“Then I guess you’ll be going with Mr grand gesture over there,” he points his thumb behind his back and shrugs before walking away. I watch him walk away for a moment, the audacity of this kid.

“You coming?” he asked turning around briefly and I shake my head before catching up with him.

<3 <3 <3

Thankfully the dress that I bought a while back was black and I have to admit I was looking fucking hot, with my hair curled and let down, my makeup and the black and white corsage that Min Ho dropped off earlier.

“Well well well, Min Ho is being treated tonight,” Kitty says coming out from the bathroom, now too in her dress, a satin red gown, she looked absolutely stunning, anyone would be lucky to have her.

“And who are you planning on wooing tonight Miss Covey,” I said pointing up and down her body, “You look stunning Kitty, all eyes will be on you,” I tell her and she comes give me a hug, everything in Kitty’s love life was still a little bit on fire and in chaos but she was dealing with it, I was there for her. She was doing okay and we found her family, who wasn’t exactly talking to her yet but we got the letters from Peter and we would make them listen one way or another.

We finished getting ready and headed out, the ball was on the other side of campus in one of the new buildings, I couldn’t wait to see all the decorations, and the view was said to be absolutely stunning. We met Yuri and Julianna outside the dorm building and made our way over together. The air was a perfect mix of fresh but also pleasantly warm so none of us had to wear jackets.

“You guys all look absolutely fire,” Q states the second he sees us in an exaggerated voice, complimenting little things about our looks and conveying that we may burn the building down with how hot we look.

“Is it time we talk about you now diva? Come on give us a spin,” Kitty exclaims and helps him do a little twirl. Then Jin comes back with 2 drinks and drags Q to the dance floor, Julianna and Yuri follow.

“So,” Kitty says hands behind her back and looking out at the huge room, it truly was stunning, there was petals everywhere and the colour scheme mixed pink and white and black and gold, it looked elegant, and almost too fancy for a school, “Where’s the lucky guy?” she asks.

“His dad needed something from him, but he should be here soon,” I said and spotted Praveena in my eyeline, Kitty’s gaze followed mine, “Maybe now’s the time?” I suggested, Kitty has been trying to work up the courage to talk to her since everything went down at the cabin but she can’t seem to find a way and it’s been eating away at her.

She asked five times if I was okay being left along for a while and I urged her to go, she deserved to be happy, and something was telling me that Praveena might be willing to hear her out. I headed over to the bar to get myself a drink, pulling out my phone to see a message from my mom asking me to call me when I’ve got a quiet minute. A wave of anxiety passes through me.

“Hi, are you okay?” I look up at the unfamiliar voice.

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry, I’m Josh, you just started to look really pale I thought you were about to faint or something,” he stuck his hand out, the boy has dark blonde hair, and he is learning against the bar with a friendly smile.

I shoved my phone back into my little purse, and shook his hand, “No I’m okay, thanks though,”

“Unpleasant message?” he asks and sits down, I take a seat next to him and explain that my family had a poor history of messaging me something really vague things when it was actually something serious and it would make me worry, he then took it upon himself to make me laugh, in his words laugher was one of the best medicines. I found he was from the year above and originally from Canada, and that he wanted my number and to take me out.

The conversation was enjoyable, and he bought me another drink so I gave him my number, he even wanted to dance but I couldn’t not save my first dance for my ‘boyfriend’, Kitty would be devastated. When he left to go to talk to some of his friends, I looked at the time, I hadn’t realised an hour and a half had passed already.

It was then that a figure walking in caught my eye. Min Ho was wearing a stunning black and white suit, his hair in his classic style and yet it looked extra lush right now. Watching him run his hand through it felt as though it was in slow motion. Q who was stood near the entrance caught his searching eyes and pointed in my direction.

“You look… pathetic,” he says in that very Min Ho way of his as he walks over, head turning slightly to the side observing my dress.

I smile subconsciously, “You too,”.

“I’m sorry I’m so late you know how my dad is, when he’s in a good mood it’s one thing after another,” he said earnestly.

I shook my head, brows scrunching, “Oh no don’t worry, I met a new friend, so he kept me company,”

“Who was it?”

“His names Josh, he’s in the year above us,” I say but Min Ho doesn’t seem to look impressed.

He reached his hand forward, a few strands of hair falling forwards, “Come on let’s dance,” he says completely ignoring what I just said, “You think people will believe you’re actually my girlfriend if I don’t even dance with you,”.

A reminder rings in my head, “True, Marco might think it’s his time to swoop in,” I say and something about his facial expression changes ever so slightly, the change so small and sudden that I can’t read it before it’s gone.

He doesn’t say anything just takes a hold of my hand and pulls me towards the dance floor, we stand before each other for less than a second before I reach my hands to rest around his neck, a small awkward chuckle escapes him. This wasn’t new, I have been in very close contact with him, but this felt different.

“Plus, I know this is your favourite song,” he says looking right into my eyes, as if he could see right into my soul.

We talked about Kitty, and Q and Jin, and his dad, and what was going to happen with the big talent competition, and what our plans were for the summer neither of us noting that when these plans were happening this was going to be over. Without either of us realising about three songs had passed, we made each other laugh and then tried to pull serious faces but my attempts were poor in comparison to his.

“This is not fair

“I lo- I really, really like your laugh,” he says correcting himself, I brush him off and move one arm to brush my hair behind my ear. He lifted his hand and tucked the side of my hair behind my ear, then his fingers went to my chin to lift my gaze towards him, his eyes scanning my face.

“L/n” he said, and I could feel my heart rate increase.

“Y/n!” Kitty’s voice shouted out as she approached with our friends, the music turned upbeat and she was pulling my arm to come dance with them, and that’s how the rest of the dance was spent, drinking fancy looking mocktails and running around and dancing with our friends.

It was a few days later when my mom had flown into Seoul and was going to meet me in a restaurant at the edge of town, I told Min Ho that I was more than capable of going by myself, but he insisted that drive and come with me, I only let him when he agreed to stay in the car. In the car he argued at me about not telling him my mom was flying in and that she could have used his family’s private jet rather than coach but I told him he was just being ridiculous.

When we arrived at the restaurant I saw mom through the window, she was wearing bright colours and had a gleaming smile on her lips as she scrolled on her phone. Some of the anxiety that I was feeling the last couple of days started to fizzle away. I pulled the sleeves of the hoodie that I stole from Min Ho in the car up and walked in.

“Y/n honey!” my mom stood up to give me an embrace.

“How are you mom?” I asked, “I’ve missed you, and dad,” I said I took the seat opposite her.

She brushes her hair behind her ear, “Oh it’s been quite chaotic I do have to say,” she starts and grabs a menu, “But let’s order food first then I’ll explain,” she said, I swallowed down and even though I wanted to argue I chose not to, not yet.

The food arrived and it was delicious, mom was talking telling me about some work drama and my aunt’s new baby which was lovely, but she was avoiding whatever she came here to tell me about. After she laid down her cutlery and picked up her phone I spoke up.

“Mom, can you tell me what’s going on?” I asked nervously.

The look in her eyes when she looked up at me had my heart dropping, brows burrowing and worry painting itself over my face.

“Your dad and I are getting a divorce,”

The world stopped. It was like I’d heard her say the words, but they weren’t registering in my head.

“We’ve been separated since you went back to school after the break,”

“What? How long has this been going on?” I asked frantic.

Mom moved her hand over the table and grab mine, they were soft and warm, “About halfway through last semester, we- we’ve been trying to make it work but we’ve decided we’ll be happier this way,” she said, her thumb running over my skin was not comforting. In all truth it was making me feel nauseous.

I didn’t say another word, I grabbed my phone and stood up, putting it in my back pocket and ignoring my mom’s words, her calls out to me. The only thing I could see clearly was the door, I needed fresh air.

When I was outside I couldn’t stop walking, I headed towards the outside area of the restaurant, towards the back of the fenced land.

“L/n!” a voice called but I didn’t turn around.

“Y/n!” they called again, at this point I reached the end of the land looking outward tears rolling down my face.

“Y/n are you okay? What happened?” Min Ho was asking frantically looking me over.

“They’re getting a divorce,” I whispered, the phrase sounded foreign on my lips, “Which means it was all for nothing,”

His brows furrow and he steps closer, “What was for nothing?”

“My whole childhood I spent listening to them argue, being the one in the middle, smoothing out the creases, bring the common ground, it was all for nothing,” I said again and felt the tears doubling.

“It’s going to be okay, it’s going to get better,” he said and reached his arms wide towards me, I took a few deep breaths and let out a sob, before wrapping my arms around him and letting him pull me close as I cried into his chest, shaking my head in denial.

He brushed his fingers over my hair moving it out of my face, holding me tightly.

“You must think I’m such a mess. You definitely did not sign up for this,” I say trying to add a playful tone, but it came out more pathetic than anything.

“Y/n I’d be more worried if you weren’t reacting like this,” he said laying his chin on my head, “You’re” he paused momentarily, “You’re kind and caring and loyal and have had a lot of pressure put on you your whole life, it’s normal for you to feel like this, this panicking need to fix it, even when you know you can’t make everyone happy,” he explained and I could feel my heart start to slow as I followed his breathing subconsciously.

After another few moments I took another deep breath and pulled away, still holding onto the sides of his open denim jacket, and him the sleeves on the hoodie, not much further apart.

“Thank you,” I said, and he wiped the last of my tears off from under my eye.

“That’s what I’m here for,” he said and then his eyes went from my eyes to my lips and back up, I could feel him leaning closer and my body naturally reacted, as if it were a dance it knew well. Then his lips were on mine, and they were soft and warm, and moved at exactly the right pace. I kissed back without a second thought, poured everything I was feeling into it, he pulled me close to his body. That’s when the second thought came and I pulled away.

“Min Ho, stop, what are we doing?” I asked, running my hand over my forehead, everything in my head a big mixture of mixed emotions and I could feel the tears building up again, the pressure in my chest making my shoulders rise, “There’s no one here, no need to pretend,”

“Y/n”

“In fact, I think the mission has ran its course,” I started, “Marco’s not bothering me anymore, so thank you, for everything, really. But we’ve been avoiding this because we don’t want things to be weird, but I think it’s time to come back to reality,” the words felt like sandpaper in my throat, “we should head back,” I said looking at his face, such a mixture of emotions on his face that I couldn’t read them. I forced myself to walk past him, he didn’t follow straight away but then his steps echoed behind mine.

We sat in silence the whole way back to K.I.S.S and I got out the car before he could say anything, I rushed to my dorm only to be met with all three of the girls upon arrival. The second they spotted me, all faces concerned and I started to cry again. Greving my parents divorce and what felt like the loss of a friendship I so desperately didn’t want to end, my words were harsh, and I didn’t want to lose his him, but his face was a clear sign.

They all questioned what happened, Julianna made me a tea, Yuri brought in a blanket and Kitty cooed me in her arms. I didn’t mention Min Ho, I didn’t know how to go about that yet, I didn’t want to make either of us look like dickheads, ending this right after what I found out about my parents.

I managed to give myself a huge migraine, so I went to bed early, and fell asleep after crying for what felt like hours.

When I woke up in the middle of the night I looked at my phone to see the time, and what was a few messages from Min Ho.

(20:30) Posh boy: Are you feeling any better?

(20:58) Posh boy: Do you need anything? I can bring some chocolate or ice cream

(21:25) Posh boy: Please answer I’m worried about you

The last was sent a couple minutes ago,

(02:23) Posh boy: I know you’re asleep, but I’ve ordered your favourite tea and those biscuits that you love to steal from me, they should get here tomorrow

(03:00) Posh boy: Night L/n

I turned my phone back on its other side and turned around to face the other side in my bed, and forced myself to go back to sleep.

<3 <3 <3

I barley left the dorm for days, at the end of the weekend I sent an email to Alex explain the situation and explaining that I needed a few days, he accepted the request if I kept on top of the work. On Wednesday I went back to lessons, I hadn’t spoken to Min Ho since that day, he was probably avoiding me, just like I was avoiding him.

Josh and I had been texting a load since the night of the ball and I was staring to feel like maybe it could go somewhere, he respected that I needed some space right now but was already planning on some activities for us to do when I was up for it. It was making my heart hurt a little less.

When Friday rolled around, I knew I would have to face him: move night. 

The girls got in their comfies in the evening and were grabbing the snacks we bought earlier in the day, ready to head out to the boy’s room. I was dreading it and if the girls realised, I was being quiet they didn’t say anything.

When we arrived all was pretty normal. We made hot drinks and put out the snacks. Min Ho didn’t say anything to me and I hadn’t engaged either. He was sitting in his usual spot on the side of the sofa but I took a seat on Kitty’s side and laid my head on her shoulder, she quickly laid her arm around me and put her head on mine, rubbing my arm to soothe me, to tell me she’s got me. I think they all knew something was off between Min Ho and I too, that it wasn’t just the divorce I was upset about anymore, but they we’re giving me time.

I paid very little attention to the film and was ready to leave as soon as it was over. When we were back into our room Kitty sighed and turned around to me, “What’s going on with you and Min Ho, you guys seemed off tonight?” she asked.

I turned to her quickly, “We’ve ended things,” I say quickly “I think we’re figuring out how to behave around each other again,” I said earnestly.

Kitty looked both confused and worried, “Did something happen? Don’t get me wrong I love the guy but if he hurt you, I swear,” she started coming over to sit on the edge of my bed.

I gave her a sad smile, “Kitty, we just didn’t work,” I said and everything about the look on her face said she didn’t believe me, but she took the hint when I slid down my pillow and wrapped myself up in my duvet.

On Monday when I was walking to Mr Moon’s class for managers when I overheard Kitty and Min Ho talking inside, I quickly stepped back and listened from outside.

“Min Ho you’re losing her, she was so happy, literally glowed when you guys first got together, what happened?” Kitty demanded, “and don’t tell me things just didn’t work out because I’ve already heard that excuse, be honest with me,”.

I could hear a shuffle, and Min Ho taking a deep breath, “I don’t think she’d want us to be having this conversation right now,” he said.

‘Min Ho whatever you did I can see in your eyes that you care for her, so fix it before it’s too late,” Kitty says softly this time, then there’s a silence, “Oh my god,” she continued, “It wasn’t you, she ended it,” Kitty said.

“No, Kitty come on, it was a mutual decision,” he tried to argue, he tried to put in some conviction into it, but the lie was coming out weak.

“Min Ho,” Kitty said with conviction, “If you care for her you’ve got to fight, one thing I’ve learned from Lara-Jeans is that love isn’t easy and doesn’t always start in the way you expect it to, but it is worth it,” she said.

“Oh, hey Y/n,” Praveena said coming up to me, I could hear shuffles in the classroom “I wonder what Mr Moons has planned for this lesson,” she said completely ordinarily.

“Sorry I’ve got to go,” I said walking away quickly.

Later that afternoon after lessons had finished, I was leaving the main building to head back to the dorm, we were all having dinner in the boy’s dorm tonight and I was already running late because I had to tutor and bless the girl, but she was clueless. I was trying to use my arms to shield my face as much as possible from the rain that chucking down.

Then I heard a voice shout out, I turned around to see Min Ho, waking towards me.

“Y/n!” he called out and I stopped in my tracks, “finally you give me the time of day,” he says sharply, his tone makes me stand up straighter, “firstly so much for staying friends and acting normal,” he said and then ran a hand through his hair, water dripping down his face, “secondly-”

I interrupted him, “I’m sorry,”

“Y/n/”

“Look I’ve been talking to Josh and I-” this time he tried to interrupt me but I prevailed “Min Ho, he’s a good guy and I think,” I sighed, running my tongue over my lips, “I could really like him, and there’s plenty of girls waiting for you to give them a chance, but this thing between us, we blurred the lines and we need to stop” I said with the frustration coming through, rain falling harshly down my face, this is already hard enough, to know this is going to end, so why is he making it harder, giving my heart beats of hope, “We both deserve something real,” I sounded tired, even to my own ears.

“Y/n I don’t want this to end,” his voice came out just above a whisper, and I felt my heartbeat triple.

“What?” I asked, quieter than I expected.

“Look I know this was not the plan, but- I went to the club that night because I saw Marco and his buddies leave and they were teasing him about finally making a move on you, so I followed them, but I didn’t know why yet, then somewhere in this whole situation I realised that I was jealous, then it became real and I realised I didn’t want it to end, and ever time you’d bring up that we we’re doing it because of Marco it crushed me,” he said and I just stated at him.

“I think I fell in love with you,” he said looking at me, the rain pouring down his face, “A little bit… or a lot,”.

My eyes scan his face frantically. Min Ho had fallen for me. Just like I had fallen for him. Before he could move or say anything else, I fling my arms around him and kiss him passionately, holding him as close as I possible could, and that was still not close enough.

“I love you too,” I said after I pulled away, laying my forehead against his, I could see him smile before I closed my eyes again and he pulled me into a tight embrace. It felt like the relief was coursing through both of our bodies.

“It’s good to hear you finally admit it,” he said back to his natural cockiness, “Everyone eventually falls for me, it’s my charm unfortunately,” he said.

“Well stop using it on other girls or I might get jealous,”

“You know what? That does kind of make me feel some sort of way, I quite like my imaginary version of you jealous and it’s quite hot,” he muses, and I just pull him in for another kiss, running my hands through his hair. His hands on my waist pulling me close.

Then when we came back into the building, whilst still soaked, we came clean to our friends, and whilst most of them were shocked Kitty was very offended, but all in all they were glad we worked it out because it was obvious long before this that there was something bubbling under the surface.

“I can’t believe you pulled a Lara-Jean on me! Now I’ve fallen for it twice,” Kitty said running her hand over her forehead.

“I think this means Y/n is taking over the title of chaos queen,” Q said shaking his head, and everyone started laughing, Min Ho had his arm around me, and I naturally leaned into his chest as I giggled, and he kissed my forehead.

[starkeymeow]

what would you do for love?

exboyfriend!rafe cameron x exgirlfriend!reader

— in which y/n spirals into a possessive obsession over her ex-boyfriend rafe. she quietly pulls the strings from the shadows, creating accidents, bribing others, and doing whatever it takes to maintain control—believing she is the only one truly capable of loving him.

warnings: dark!reader, rafe being the love quinn to readers joe goldberg i fear, or is reader delusional? world may never know !!

authors note: i couldnt help myself in writing this, ill write for waking up to you immediately soon LMAO, but i do have class today so it may be delayed even longer. if u arent part of the tag list, feel free to lmk thru replies, anons, dms, or reblogs !! notifications are always on <3

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you flinch when you hear the sharp shatter of glass nearby, some bottle smashing against the wall. a group of guys, mostly drunk and reckless, laughing as the shards scatter. your eyes roll somewhere else, anywhere else, away from the noise, the chaos.

you’ve been lingering around the same group for too long, and you need something new, something to distract you, pull you into a different space.

your shoes scuff against the concrete as you walk, weaving through people like you’re on autopilot, not really paying attention to where you’re headed until you catch sight of something—a fold-out table tennis table being hauled out of the back of someone’s beat-up van.

you almost laugh, but stas, your friend, is already there, pushing some guy off of her and reaching for you when she spots you walking by.

“y/n, you have to play!” she shouts, her voice a little too loud over the music, excitement making her words slur slightly. she pulls at your arm, trying to drag you into whatever drinking game they’re about to start. beer pong, flip cup, it doesn’t really matter. you’ve already had enough.

your head swims as she pulls you closer to the group, and you shake your head, gently pulling away. “i’ll watch,” you mutter, but stas barely hears you, already distracted by the table being set up.

stas keeps talking, about what? you don’t know, because you’re not listening anymore. her words turn into background noise as your eyes trail off somewhere else. across the way, your other friend shaw has set up his makeshift dj booth, some way for everyone to hear something rather than just screams, chants, and talking the whole time.

it’s not much of a dance floor, more of an invisible line where people stand around, swaying and talking, their heads bobbing to the beat. a few are bold enough to move in closer, letting the music take over, but most are just hanging out.

and there, right in the middle of it, you spot her. sofia.

her hips sway as she leads rafe toward the music, her hand wrapped around his, holding it above her head like she’s pulling him into some private little world. she’s got a drink in her other hand, laughing as she moves, carefree in a way that makes your stomach tighten.

rafe is smiling, but not at her. not really. you see the moment he catches sight of shaw behind the dj booth, the way he briefly pulls his attention away from sofia, stepping toward shaw to greet him. sofia, left without rafe’s guiding hand, stumbles for a second—just a second—but it’s enough. it’s like watching a baby take its first steps. cute, if you cared.

you don’t.

instead, your lips curl slightly. you glance over at stas, who’s still chattering about god knows what, oblivious to where your mind’s gone.

“shaw’s been eyeing you lately,” you say casually, tossing the lie out like it’s nothing. stas stops mid-sentence, blinking at you like she’s processing it. she turns her head to look at shaw, her grip on your arm tightening slightly.

you can practically feel her swallow, the way her expression shifts into something unreadable, and she tugs on your arm. “i wanna dance now,” she says, voice flat, but you can feel the pulse of urgency behind it.

perfect.

she pulls you with her, cutting across the skatepark toward the music, dragging you closer to where rafe and sofia are. no questions asked, and you let her lead.

you weave your way behind stas as you move to the rhythm of the music just enough to blend in. your body moves without thought, hips swaying as the heavy bass pounds through the skatepark.

stas releases your hand once she’s right in front of the makeshift booth, standing on her tiptoes and gripping the edge of the table, leaning in to talk to shaw. her voice is high, maybe a little slurred.

you gnaw on your bottom lip, stepping back for a moment, trying to make space for yourself. that’s when you feel it—someone bumping into you. the contact is light, unintentional, but it snaps you out of your daze. you spin around quickly, ready to apologize, but the words freeze in your throat the second you see who it is.

sofia’s standing right in front of you, staring back with a soft, almost shy smile, her lips parted as if she’s about to say something—probably an apology too.

she doesn’t know who you are, doesn’t recognize you, doesn’t have a clue.

you take her in, your eyes scanning her from head to toe. “cute dress,” you say, the words slipping out with a smile that never quite reaches your eyes. it’s polite enough, but there’s a sharp edge, a venom she doesn’t seem to catch.

sofia beams at the compliment, completely oblivious. she’s sweet, sure. her niceness, her smile—it’s all so carefully curated, like it’s been drilled into her.

the way she smiles up at you, so clueless, so unaffected. it almost makes you want to laugh.

you stand there for a split second longer, savoring the moment before stas calls your name, tugging on your arm, pulling you back toward the booth. you let yourself be dragged away, but not before stealing one last glance at sofia.

stas pulls you along behind the booth, and shaw greets you with that easy smile of his. without hesitation, you throw your arms around him, squeezing him tight. it makes you laugh the moment you let go. stas is right in the middle of it all, her laughter joining yours. shaw switches the track, a new beat pulsing through the speakers, and the three of you dissolve into your own little bubble, wrapped up in the party.

but sofia—well, she hasn’t moved far.

you can feel her eyes on you, lingering, like she’s trying to piece something together in her head. something about you must not sit right with her, something off. maybe it’s the way you looked at her earlier, or maybe it’s just that gut feeling people get when they sense danger but can’t quite place where it’s coming from.

she keeps watching you for a second longer, her expression faltering. she’s trying to convince herself there’s nothing to worry about, that you’re just some random girl at the party. after all, you complimented her dress, right? you even smiled—so what’s the harm?

but the crowd around her is thick now, people pressing in from all sides, dancing, shouting, moving like they own the night. she’s swallowed by the chaos. you see her hesitate, her movements more uncertain, her eyes darting around like she’s looking for an escape. and that’s when her gaze finally breaks from you—she’s searching for him.

you watch her weave through the crowd, her small frame almost lost in the mass of bodies, that anxious look in her eyes growing. she’s trying to keep calm, to pretend she’s not bothered, but it’s written all over her face.

the smugness spreads through you again, sinking deeper.

and then you see him.

rafe moves through the crowd with ease, his eyes landing on sofia immediately. he slips an arm around her shoulders like it’s second nature, his voice low as he probably asks if she’s alright. sofia nods, but you can see it—she’s unsettled.

and you? you just keep watching, your gaze fixed on them, every part of you relishing the control you hold over the situation without even lifting a finger.

then you hear it—some girl’s laugh from near the skate drop-ins. it pulls your attention away from sofia and rafe for a second, and you spot her almost immediately. you don’t know her, but she’s crouched near the concrete, spraycan in hand, adding some half-assed tag to the wall. her laugh is carefree, like she’s proud of her work, like it means something.

but your eyes trail away from her, settling on something else, something familiar in the mess of graffiti scrawled across the concrete.

blue spray paint. initials. r and s.

it should mean nothing, right? just random letters like all the other tags scattered around this place. but no, you know better. the handwriting—it’s too familiar, too practiced, almost like a signature you’ve memorized without ever really trying.

did you do this, rafe?

the thought sends a wave of bitter amusement through you, twisting your lips into something resembling a smile, but one that’s more cold than kind.

r and s.

simple. stupid, even. but it’s not. you know better. it’s rafe, leaving his mark, tying himself to sofia in a way that’s so casual it makes you sick.

and worse? he did it without you noticing.

it’s not about the letters themselves. it’s about what they mean. this isn’t just some random graffiti. no, this is a declaration—small and hidden enough to go unnoticed by anyone else, but not you. never you.

your mind convinces you that he’s playing with you, testing how much you’re paying attention, how closely you’re watching. and of course, you’re always watching.

really, rafe?

the thought burns as it settles in your chest. rafe cameron—practically born with a spotlight above his head—has the nerve to blend in when he wants to, to pull something like this off without you even seeing it happen. it’s impressive, really. he did this when your guard was down. when you weren’t watching.

you imagine him, crouched by the wall, glancing over his shoulder, making sure you weren’t looking. the thought twists something in your chest.

when did he do it?

when you were busy pretending not to care?

when your eyes were somewhere else for once?

he’s smooth, you’ll give him that. it’s a reminder, subtle but sharp, that he can always be a step ahead, always just out of reach when you think you’ve got him cornered.

you stand up straighter, licking your lips as that familiar bitterness floods you. the ownership, the jealousy, it all wraps tight around your gut. yeah, he’s got skills, huh? skills you didn’t give him enough credit for. he might be running around with her, playing his little game, but he’s still yours.

you smile, but it’s empty, more a grimace than anything else. it’s almost funny, really. the whole thing. r and s, like that’s supposed to matter. like it could ever really mean something.

it won’t last, and you’ll be here when it falls apart, picking up the pieces like you always do. because that’s the truth, isn’t it?

no matter where he runs or who he tries to hide behind, he always comes back to you.

he just doesn’t know it yet.

tags: @iissza @lotuslovers @obsessionsarenotfortheweak @yootvi @skyslowalking @ariiwritess @beebeerockknot @hoelesslyt @enchantinglovergirl @katekells @maybankslover @icaqttt @xcinnamonmalfoyx

[hoonieyun]

locked up

locked up

pairing: lee heeseung x reader “y/n”

genre: angst, criminal!heeseung (kinda), bad boy x good girl

warnings: violence, jail, cops, drugs and alcohol, profanity, suggestive, adult themes, 18+

summary: when a night out with your girls turns into you having to convince a police officer that you’re not a part of the group of guys that got into a brawl at the club, you soon realize that you’ve caught the eyes of a certain boy in a black leather jacket. 

notes: this was completely self indulgent after i saw these photos of heeseung… also... anyone interested in a part2?? 🫣 anyways enjoy (not proofread haha!!) 

word count: 2943

the music from outside of the bathroom club was bumping, walls slightly shaking at the loud music, neon lights flashing, and a line was building outside of the women’s bathroom. you were 3 people deep in the bathroom, you and your friends ningning and karina. you were sat on the toilet, peeing out all the alcohol you had drank, ningning was in the mirror fixing her makeup, and karina was glued to her phone; probably still arguing with her ex.

the whole reason you were at the club tonight was to help karina get over her ex. she found out that he had a whole other girlfriend that he was hiding when she came across the other girl’s instagram account. several of the photos being of the girl inside of a car that resembled her ex’s car a little too well. after an instagram DM starting with “hey girlie <3” to the other girl, they soon exchanged not only numbers but both of their dating history with their now ex. 

he had been two timing the both of them for the last 6 months. needless to say, he’s now single and you were now at the club with your friends trying to get karina’s mind off of it. 

“y/n, are you done yet? this is my song!” ningning asks and you tell her and karina that it’s fine if they wanna go back out. you guys bid each other a quick farewell as the girls head back out to the club’s dancefloor. you soon followed after getting yourself situated, fixing your hair and reapplying some lip gloss. you blew the mirror a little kiss before you made your way out, trying to find where your two best friends have gone. 

you narrow your eyes as you scan the dance floor to find your friends, the neon lights of the club not aiding you in any way. you huff out a sigh after not finding them so you look for a new approach as you head up to the second floor of the club. standing on the mezzanine, you scan the dance floor from above to look for your friends and just before you’re able to find them, the music at the club abruptly stops and the DJ is making an announcement on the mic. 

the DJ stops the music and calls out a group of people at a section of the club that seemed to be right under the mezzanine, out of your field of vision. the DJ calls for security to break up a fight that has started and at first you brush it off because there was no way your friends would be in a fight right now but that was until you heard your best friend’s voice, “fuck you! get the fuck off of him!” ningning yells and your eyes widen at her voice. with a sense of urgency you run back down the stairs and try to push your way through to get to your friends. 

knowing ningning when she gets drunk, she not only gets louder than usual, but she also gets the energy of a gigantic bodybuilder ready for a brawl. 

after going through the crowd of people and reaching your friends, you see ningning, a glass in hand ready to throw at one of the guys, karina is holding her back while a group of guys you didn’t know were fighting with one another. 

you quickly run over to ningning, who was still yell profanities and threats to the group of men, you reach for the glass in her hand just before she tosses it at the guys who were fighting with one another. “oh my god what the fuck is happening?” you say as you set the glass on one of the tables and your friends avert their gaze towards you. 

“these idiots ran into me while they were fighting and i spilled my fucking drink!” ningning says, looking down at her dress; an apparent wet stain just on her abdomen where the drink must’ve spilled. “karina why are you crying?” you ask her, wiping her tears with your fingers as you try to get an answer out of her. 

“i don’t know!” she says while sobbing as more tears come out of her eyes. you roll your eyes at her with a sigh as you try to get your friends to leave the club. 

“excuse me! maam! you three need to come with us.” a security guard says and you shoot him a confused look. “what? why? we weren’t a part of that!” you tell him, referring to the group of men who were now broken up and being held back by several security guards. he gives you a look of denial, indicating that he didn’t believe you, but he gestures to ningning who was now back to cussing out the men as they were hauled out by the security guards. 

you roll your eyes at ningning, at a loss for words, and just as you’re about to explain further; one of the guys being kicked out catches your eye. a tall boy in a black leather jacket, dark tusseled hair, and a charming smile attached to a handsome face. he quickly looks you up and down, his smirk widening at the sight of you, “what’s up mama?” he says with a chuckle as the security guard pushes him further out of the club. 

you were stunned by him but are taken out of your thoughts when you hear ningning and karina behind, calling out to you. 

“y/n! help they’re kidnapping me!” karina says, very apparent that she was still drunk. 

“come on miss, you guys need to leave.” the security says, slightly putting his hand on your back. you quickly retreat away from him when you feel his touch, brushing away his hand with a disgusted look, “i’m leaving! don’t touch me!” you yell, shooting him a glare as you follow your two friends being escorted out of the building. 

as you exit the building, the cold night air embraces you, giving you goosebumps. you’re met with red and blue lights as you see several cop cars outside of the club. the group of guys had gotten separated and were now being questioned by different police officers and you also seen ningning talking to an officer, arms being thrown in the air as she explains her side of the story while karina stands to the side, still sobbing. 

you walk over to ningning and karina and a police officer puts out his hand in front of you in an act to stop you, “she’s with us.” ningning says and the cop let’s you join. ningning explains what happened, how they weren’t a part of the group of guys who got in a fight but because she got involved by yelling and throwing a bottle; she had to come down to the precinct with everyone else. 

“you threw a bottle?” you ask her after hearing the new information. she shoots you a sheepish smile and you look over to karina who was silently nodding. eventually the cop says ningning has to get inside the car so you tell her it’ll be all fine and that you’ll follow behind and meet her there. 

you grab karina and hook your arm with hers as you walk towards your car, having already sobered up enough to drive. you helped karina get in the car, buckling her seatbelt, as she babbles on about how she’s so sad ningning is going to jail and you guys weren’t going to be able to see her ever again. 

“i’m going to miss her… we should drink in her honor.” karina says and you just laugh at her statement as you step into the drivers seat. “she’s just going in for questioning, she’s not dead, karina.” you explain and it seems karina doesn’t hear anything but the word dead. 

“NINGNING IS DEAD?” karina says, now sobbing hysterically as she hears your news. you give her a tight lipped smile as you rub her back. “okay, sweeheart.” you say as you turn the key in the ignition. 

the drive to the precinct isn’t long but it feels like eternity as you go over all of the possible outcomes of tonight. would ningning end up being locked up? did you guys even have enough money to bail her out?

you and karina walk into the police station and the bright white lights are blinding and if you weren’t sober before, you definitely were now. you sit karina down on one of the chairs and she starts chatting it up with a random stranger who was handcuffed to the chair. she begins rambling about her ex and the stranger seems to actually be actively listening and gives her advice. 

the lady at the front desk tells you that you have to wait until ningning is “let out”, as if she was actually locked up, until she can tell you what to do next to help her out. 

just as you’re about to sit down next to karina, a boy walks through a door that leads to the back. the same boy that seemed to make you feel giddy back at the club. his charm oozed through as he strolled through the building. his black leather jacket clung loosely to his body but you could tell he had broad shoulders but you were left imagining what could be under the black shirt that hugged his body tightly. 

he was leaning on the receptionist's counter, waiting to fill out some paperwork as the lady at the desk sifted through several folders of paper, eyes set on you and a smirk still on his face. you tried ignoring his gaze but you couldn’t help but glance over at him. when your eyes meet, he shoots a wink at you and heat begins to rise in your cheeks as you blush at his flirtacious gesture. 

you slowly walk over to him, trying to keep your cool, but in all honesty; you were nervous. you hadn’t dated anyone in a long while and if you were being frank, this boy seemed like bad news but you couldn’t help but feel like you were being pulled towards him. like there was a magnetic pull in between the two of you. 

“hey, what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” he says and although the line was a bit cringe and outdated, it certainly worked on you. you blush and laugh at his statement and explain why you were there. he laughs at your answer and you soon learn that he was the one who accidentally ran into ningning and was on the opposing end of the bottle that she threw. you apologize on her behalf but explain that he should’ve seen it coming. he nods, “yeah, true. wish it was you instead though. then i may not have been so upset.” he says, clearly flirting with you and you can’t help but blush. at this point you were probably as red as a tomato but you wished that the conversation wouldn’t end. 

“ahem!” the lady behind the counter clears her throat, gaining both of your attention. “fill this out.” she says, monotone and a stoic gaze as she slides over a pile of papers towards him. that was when you realized you still hadn’t gotten his name. 

a few minutes, he was donefilling out the paper and handed it over to the lady. flashing her a smile and it somehow changes her mood. the lady does a complete 180 and is suddenly very nice, smiling, and even blushing at him. his charm was just undeniable and he surely had that effect. was that a red flag? maybe. but you didn’t care. 

he turns back to you and before he can say another word, you hear karina yell out ningning’s name and jump out of her seat. you turn around and look at her and she’s waving at ningning so you peer behind the boy and there was ningning. walking through the same exact doors the handsome stranger had walked through just a few moments ago. “give me a sec.” you say with a smile as you run over to ningning. 

the three of you hug one another and ningning tells you that someone bailed her out. “what, really?” you say, wondering who it could’ve been. “i’m glad you’re alive!” karina says and ningning just looks at her, “long story.” you explain and she just nods; hugging karina even tighter. 

“do you know who bailed you out?” you ask her and she shrugs, “mmm all i know is his name is lee heeseung.” she explains and the three of you ponder if you knew anyone by that name. you excuse yourself from the girls for a second and head back to the handsome stranger who was patiently waiting for you to return so you could continue your conversation. 

“so when do i get to know your name?” he says and you do just that, sharing your name, and he nods. “beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” he says flirtingly and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t give you butterflies in your stomach. “i’m heeseung by the way.” finally telling you his name. 

you nod at his name, repeating it in your head when you realize something, “heeseung? like lee… heeseung?” you ask and he says “yup!” while popping the p. “did you happen to bail out my friend? the one that threw the bottle at you?” you ask and he nods. explaining that it was the least he could do after spilling a drink on her and getting all three of you wrapped up in all of their mess. you shake your head at him, smiling at his kind gesture, thanking him as you drag him towards your two friends. 

“hey! you’re the fucker that ran into me and spilled my drink!” ningning says and you put your hands up in front of you in order to stop her. “ning! wait! he paid for your bail!” you explain and she instantly backs down. he once agains explains why he did it and ningning forgives him but still narrows her eyes at the man. saying that she forgives him but she won’t forget it. “you’re lucky she’s alive!” karina adds and the three of you just look at her in confusion. “long story…” you say once again. 

the four of you walk out of the police station, “bye sir!” karina says, waving goodbye to the man who was handcuffed to the chair, waving back at her. you and heeseung walking behind your two best friends as they make their way to your car, yelling a couple times that the two of them were walking towards the wrong car. before you and heeseung reach your car, he stops you, grabbing your wrist and twirling him around to face him. “i know we started off on the wrong foot, but can i take out sometime?” he asks and although you make it seem like you gave it some thought, in your head it was an instant yes. 

heeseung smiles at your acceptance and you switch phones to exchange numbers. “see you around, pretty girl.” heeseung says, shooting you another wink paired with his charming smile. “have a goodnight heeseung!” you say and you weren’t sure what compelled you but you tiptoe up to him and give him a kiss on the cheek. as you’re pulling away from him you realize what you did so in an effort to cover up your spontaneous action, you thank him once again for bailing your best friend out. 

“you better not break her heart or else i’ll break your nose!” ningning yells from inside of your car and you just laugh at her, apologizing to heeseung about her but he says it’s fine. “she’s just protective, i get it. i’ll be sure to prove myself to both of you.” heeseung explains and you don’t know why but those simple words hit close to you. a sense of comfort knowing that not only was he willing to prove himself worthy of your trust but also the trust of your closest friends. 

you watch heeseung walk back into the station, telling you that he needed to wait for his friends to get out. after joining your friends in the car and making sure they have their seatbelts on. ningning responds with a yes but you hear nothing from karina. the two of you look into the backseat and she has fallen asleep but had her seatbelt keeping her up from slumping over. as you’re about to pull out of the parking lot and head back to your apartment, you receive a text. 

from: future boyfriend

looking forward to our date, pretty girl.

can’t wait to feel those lips again. 

you couldn’t help but smile and laugh at his text. like you were a little girl all over again talking to her crush for the very first time. you shoot him a text before driving off and he wishes for you to drive safe. 

after settling your friends in your guest room, you finish getting unready and find yourself cozying up in bed. you spend several hours of the night texting with heeseung and at some point he calls you on facetime, to which you end up on call until 5 in the morning. falling asleep on the phone with one another. 

needless to say, you dreamt about heeseung, his charming smile, radiant eyes, and enchanting demeanor. thankful that he didn’t end up getting locked up. 

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[onlyangel4]

Hi can i request an smau with just met to love at first sight (maybe summertime fling) with lando based on Wherever u r by umi and V 🥹 happy ending!!

wherever u r. ln4. smau.

lando norris x actress!reader

lando always thought that love at first sight was some cliche created by the movies, something not applicable with real life. but then he met you

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y/ninsta posted a story

written: emergency leg shave in a hotel sink before going out in monaco that i definitely do not belong at, wish me luck.

y/bff replied to your story: i can't believe you are going to an event alone, your confidence baffles me

y/ninsta: if it makes you feel better i said yes when i was drunk and now that i'm stone cold sober i am shitting my pants

y/ninsta posted a story

written: two hours later and i am ready

y/nsightings posted a story

written: y/n spotted outside a club in monaco, there is a massive celebrity event there tonight she told a fan that her plus one dropped out last minute so she is attending alone and is shitting herself, sounds like our y/n

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f1updates: lando, charles and alex, daniel and heidi have all been spotted outside the same club in monaco. there is an exclusive invite only event taking place. several celebrities have already been spotted entering the club including zendaya, yn l/n, tate mcrae and the kid laroi

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user1: i would sell a kidney to get inside that club

user2: omg this is the event y/n was shaving her legs for

user3: she is so real for that if i knew that i was going to be in a room with f1 drivers i would shave EVERYTHING

user4: the summer break just started and they are already meeting up at a party they are all obsessed with each other

y/nupdates posted a story

written: y/n spotted leaving the monaco party with an unknown man

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y/nfan: guys! so my boyfriend does a lot of work behind the scenes in film and tv so we got invited to this event in monaco. and i spotted y/n standing at the back of the party not really interracting with anyone because she didn't know anyone so i went up to her told her that i was a massive fan and she spent a lot of the night with us. we were dancing and watching lando norris' dj set when he saw her and goes "holy shit that is y/n y/ln shit you are hotter in person" and when his dj set was done he ran off the stage and over to us and we were about to take a selfie so i got this gem. honestly the best night ever.

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user7: could that be who y/n was spotted leaving with

user5: omg that is such a lando thing to do

user6: i would not be mad at this couple

landonorris posted a private story

charlesleclerc replied to your story: alex is so mad that she didn't get the chance to meet y/n last night and you guys are just hanging

landonorris: man we are not just hanging, she is like actually perfect

charlesleclerc: oh dear are you what the kids call down bad

landonorris: i will forever hate alex for teaching you that

mclaren: so if you fancied inviting your new "friend" to the dutch gp no one would be mad, especially if she wanted to take part in media day

landonorris: you never miss a trick admin, i'll talk to her

y/ninsta posted a story

written: beach day

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y/ninsta: monaco trip dump

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sabrinacarpenter: can't wait for you to be back in la

y/ninsta: girl i have so much shit to tell you

alexandrasaintmleux: meeting you was a dream come true, can't wait until we get to hang out again

y/ninsta: love you so much, will have to visit again soon

landonorris: i made the cut !

y/ninsta: that night was too memorable to not include

user8: y/n what do you mean

user9: lando norris wtf is this crossover episode

user10: didn't she go on holiday alone, who took all these pictures

y/ninsta posted a story

written: first time on a private jet wtf never flying commercial ever again

landonorris posted a story

written: and we arrived, so ready for the next part of the season

charlesleclerc replied to your story: if "we" is who i think it is alex is going to lose her mind

landonorris: tell alex her job is to make sure y/n doesn't get lost in the paddock

f1celebs posted a story

written: actress y/n y/ln has arrived for media day here in the netherlands

y/ninsta posted a story

written: exciting things coming

mclaren posted a story tagging landonorris and y/ninsta

written: lando took actress y/n y/ln on a hot lap, click the link here to watch the whole thing

landonorris

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landonorris: bring your girlfriend to work day

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y/ninsta: i think you mean "almost kill your girlfriend at work day"

landonorris: babe i was actually going slow

alexandrasaintmleux: no you brought MY girlfriend to work

landonorris: well no...

mclaren: next time we will put y/n behind the wheel

y/ninsta: omg really !

landonorris: that is an awful ideal

user10: he has just beaten the norizz allegations by pulling one of the hottest women in hollywood omg way to prove us wrong

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Hole-in-One | JJK pt. 3

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

High society, richie rich setting

Warnings: Oral (m/f), fingering, car sex, superstitions, tiny bit of jealous Jk, mostly Simp JK, unprotected sex, just sex.

A/N: felt inspired by JK’s recent live so here we are. Enjoy

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“If I make this hole-in-one, let’s go to the charity ball together as a couple.” Jungkook smirks and hits the ball. He was confident that he doesn’t even look when the ball goes in so smoothly.

You on the other hand are smiling like an idiot.

Its been a month since you and Jungkook started dating but you’ve been doing it lowkey. With the finals over and graduation is just around the corner, he wants to publicly announce your relationship by going to your parents’ charity ball together. For the entire society to see.

Jungkook approaches you and bends over to peck your lips. You were about to speak when a cough interrupts your moment.

“So this is why you don’t ask me to play golf anymore.” Namjoon stood behind you two and frowns. “Auntie told me you and Jungkook would be here.”

“Okay, and?” You raise your eyebrows. His eye flicker between you and Jungkook standing very close to each other.

“What are you doing with my friend?” He finally asks and Jungkook drapes an arm around your shoulders.

“We’re dating.” You answer simply and Jungkook’s chest swells with pride. “What do you want, Joonie?”

“Jungkook, need a favor.” You groan and turn away, taking Jungkook with you.

“Aha. My days as your wingman are over, Joonie.” He teases him with the nickname. “I’m like your cousin now.” His words make you blush.

“Come on. You’re like the best wingman ever.” Namjoon groans. “There’s this girl who DJs at this club. You know people there, just give me an opening.”

“And I told you, I can’t. Plus, me and YN are going shopping tonight.” He shrugs. Namjoon groans in frustration.

You take pity in your cousin who is single as a pringle.

“You can go.” You look up at Jungkook. “It would be fun.”

“Nah. I hate clubs, the only clubs I want are these.” He hugs his brand new golf clubs that he bought yesterday. “Plus, I got a hole-in-one. Don’t I get my reward?”

“I thought your reward was the charity ball?” He groans. “Okay.” You tease.

“Ugh. I hate you two. Come onnnnnn.” You forgot Namjoon was still there. “You can tag along YN.” You contemplate.

“Damn. She must be really hot for you to let me join.” You turn back around to face him. “I guess we can go after shopping.” You look up at Jungkook.

“Fine.” He pouts.

“Would you be angry if I just drove around the block then back to the club house because I’m sure Henry or whatever can spare me a room?” Jungkook as his eyes glued to your legs. “Baby, you’re a sin.” His eyes finally met yours.

After shopping you both took an hour to prepare to get Namjoon a girlfriend. Or you hope its going to be a girlfriend.

You picked out a cute silver dress that’s too short for Jungkook’s sanity.

“If yoy’re the best wingman the way Namjoon says you are. We can be back at the club in an hour.” You trail your finger along his jaw before giving him a soft kiss.

He groans as you step away, he opens the door for you and you both drive towards the heart of the concrete jungle.

Namjoon had already chosen a VIP table near the DJ booth. His eyes light up as soon as he spots Jungkook approach with you right next to him.

“Ugh. You guys look good. Its annoying.” He rolls his eyes but hands you two an amorito sour.

“Okay, you ready?” Jungkook drinks half his cocktail and stands up.

“What? No! Its too soon!” Jungkook sits back down and pouts. “Do you have a next appointment or something?”

“No.” He continues to pout and you giggle at his cuteness.

“Relax.” You place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze. “Let’s have some fun.”

A tray of shots gets served at your table and you’re just as shocked as Jungkook. But hey, you haven’t been out for a while.

The three of you took shots like actual college students. Jungkook’s hand sitting tightly in between your knees.

“Jungkook. Go time.” Namjoon nods, you both look up at the DJ booth where they switch and the female Dj exits towards you.

“Whatever you’re gonna see. Its all for show.” Jungkook whispers before grabbing a shot glass and walks down crossing her and accidentally spilling the shot over her arm.

He doesn’t apologize, instead he just walks away and you can see the dj mumble ‘asshole’ just then Namjoon approaches with a handful of tissues and strikes up a conversation with her. In a couple of minutes you feel someone sit next to you.

“Is it like a good cop bad cop sort of thing?” You ask before turning to see who sat next to you.

“I dunno.” The voice sounded different.

You turn to see Kim Taehyung, a highschool friend, you shriek and hug him.

“Tae tae! When did you get back?” You start speaking french.

You both attended a private school in Paris but he pursued art there while you came home for college. Though you knew each other since you were kids, you only became close in highschool.

“A couple of days ago, I’m in town for a relative’s wedding. Fancy seeing you here, you hate clubs.” His arm was draped over the couch behind you.

Jungkook could see it from across the room, his stare is as sharp as a spear. The moment Tae tucks a hair behind your ear, he snaps. Angrily wading through the crowd on the dance floor before he finally reaches you both.

Tae looks up at him. “Jungkook.”

“Taehyung.” The air suddenly felt cold. Your eyes going back and forth between them.

Taehyung was the reason Jungkook didn’t make swim captain in 6th grade. He’s pissed to this day. He was also the reason he didn’t join the Paris program, he didn’t want to be anywhere around the man.

Clearly you two became close while in Paris.

“Taehyung, you remember Jungkook, he’s my boyfriend.” The B word that came from your mouth made any anger from Jungkook dissipate.

“Ah. Seems that I was too late.” He teases but you reach up for Jungkook’s hand. Taehyung took it as his cue to leave. “It was nice seeing you both. If he ever breaks up with you…” he locks eyes with Jungkook. “Call me.” Then looks at you.

You give him a small wave as he left, Jungkook takes his seat back. A grin on his face.

“You called me boyfriend.” He wraps an arm around your waist.

“Are you not?” You bit your lip. But the expression on Jungkook’s face tells you he loves it.

“I most definitely am, girlfriend.” You both cringe and laugh.

You wait a couple more minutes until Namjoon gives a thumbs up while passing you both before you stood up and left.

“Well, that was fun.” You smile as Jungkook gets in the car with you.

“But not as fun as—“ Before Jungkook could finish his sentence you’re crossing the center console and sitting on his lap, landing your lips on his.

It was a good makeout session until Jungkook starts undressing you.

“Wait. We can’t.” You pull away from the kiss, his hooded eyes luring you in. He asks why, “It’s bad luck to fuck in a car.”

“Says who?” He chuckles. “Its not like anyone can see us.”

“I know and I really want to. But it’s bad luck. For the car, not us.” He full on laughs.

“I wanna test that now.” He continues to put both hands on your ass. “Shit.” He curses when he feels you wearing a thong.

“Fine. Its your car.” You crawl towards the back seat. “Do you want your reward?” You wink and he hastly follows you.

His jeep has a wide leg space for the back seat so there was no hurdle as you situate yourself between his legs. You tie your hair up in a pony tail and place his hand on it.

“Shit. I don’t think I’ll last long with you looking like a fucking goddess.” You smirk at his words as you finally take him in your mouth. “Holy fuck. You are most definitely a goddess.” You take him deep in your throat and swallow around him.

He groans deeply making your slick drip from your folds. You moan around him, you can feel his dick twitch on your tongue. You drag your tongue across every ridge and nerve, the slurping sounds echoing in Jungkook’s brain. Despite your ruined mascara, he worships how you take him so well. Whispering filthy things as he cums down your throat.

He pulls you by your pony tail, you’re facing the passenger’s side window, you feel his tongue lick your thigh all the way up to your folds.

“Baby, you’re dripping.” You chuckles. “Who did this to you?” He, again, rips your underwear off.

That’s the fifth time in the time you’ve been together.

“You.” You mewl and rest your head on the seat. “Kookie, please.” Your breathing becomes ragged as you feel him tease your hole with his fingers. Pushing back towards him.

“Eager, baby?” He bites your ass cheek as he plunges two fingers in you.

He’s making you scream and moan, not giving a shit if someone passed by and heard you. Begging for more, his fingers have no mercy after adding another finger. He makes you fuck yourself on his hand and he revels in your reactions.

Your thighs start shaking, a sign that you’re close but just before you dive into your climax he pulls away.

“Nooooo—FUCK.” Your complaint turns into a moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he rams his huge cock in you in one go. Your wetness making it easy for him to slide in.

He pistons in you, for sure someone can see the car shake but who the fuck cares anymore.

He takes a seat and you ride his huge cock facing away from him. You rest your hands on the front seats and give him something you’ve always wanted to do. And honestly, it drives him mad.

You raise your hips and start fucking yourself on his cock. As if you were twerking on him.

The view of your ass bouncing makes him lose it. He gathers up some slick and spits on your ass, you look back at him as he teases your ass hole with his thumb. You push back and nod, giving him a go.

He lets out a rough exhale as he pushes this thumb into your ass. You moan at the intrusion but surprisingly, it feels good. Maybe its the alcohol , or maybe its just Jungkook but fuck you feel ecstacy.

Your entire body becomes sensitive as you reach your peak.

“Baby. So fucking close.” You moan and Jungkook meets your ass by thrusting up. His thumb still in there. The sensation pushes you over and you’re cumming all over his cock the same time as he paints your insides white.

Your arms give out and Jungkook catches you again. You both catch your breat before you crawl to reach for the wet tissues from the glove compartment. You clean each other up.

“So… butt stuff.” You start and he chuckles.

“Its my first time too baby. Let’s put it on a shelf.” He kisses you deeply. Three words almost slipped out of his lips but he holds it back. Its too soon.

The next morning.

You both stand on the side walk, staring at Jungkook’s car as it gets towed. Apparently, it won’t start and its not because of the battery.

You open your mouth to say something but he shuts you up by kissing you. Out on the street. For your parents and the neighborhood to see. Both his hands on either side of your face, your arms wrapped around his waist.

“Yes, you warned me. But it was so worth it.” He pecks your lips. “We still have your car.”

“Nope. Its bad luck. My baby cannot have bad luck.” He keeps an arm around your shoulders as you take a stroll down the road.

“So, do you already have an outfit for the charity ball?” He asks and you nod.

You do hope he likes the deep royal purple gown you had custom made. It was also your graduation party after all.

-

Part 4

[heartbeerry]

i got a soft spot for you / r. c | part two

pairing: rafe cameron x female reader

part one / part two / part three

cw: exes to lovers, angst, rafe redemption arc, brief mentions of alcohol/substances, some swearing, there's sweet and fluffy reconciliation at the end.

summary: y/n breaks up with rafe due to his problem with alcohol/substances. summer passes by and they find themselves at the same place one night. rafe is determined to prove he's changed for the better.

inspiration: soft spot by keshi

♫ you know i got a soft spot for you

baby, can't you see?

i need you 'cause you're everything that i’m not...

. . .

the last place you wanted to be was in a random kildare bar, flanked by sweaty bodies while electronic music reverberated through your skull.

your friends had somehow convinced you this was just a part of the “healing journey” after your breakup.

it sounded like a good idea on paper - or rather, text. but once you put yourself into your favourite outfit and took a shot of liquid courage, the novelty was already wearing off.

you missed him.

him being the only thing on your mind all summer. you thought that time would naturally heal the wound you were nursing, but it soon became evident the gap was too big to fill.

besides, filling it with alcohol and parties — given what you’d been through, was laughable. in a not-so-funny manner.

before your mind could slip further away from the present, you heard the sound of your name pull you back.

“it’s y/n, right?” a guy in a fitted polo chimed as he saddled up to your section of the dance floor.

you didn’t recognize him. a slight panic began to crawl up your throat.

it was extinguished by a tap on your shoulder, as one of your friends revealed themself.

they shot you a wide grin with two thumbs-up before ushering the rest of the group away.

just great. i’ve been ambushed with a set up.

you pushed out an exasperated breath and retrained your focus on the guy in front of you.

“sorry, uh — i don’t know your name…” you replied, offering a polite smile.

maybe this was good. talking to someone new could be good for you.

he was fairly handsome, blonde waves kissing the top of his shoulders and a pair of deep brown eyes.

“i’m paul. i’m in town for an estate sale,” he grinned, but it didn’t feel overly warm. there was an air of arrogance embedded in his expression.

“oh! well, that’s pretty interesting…” you trailed, waiting for him to continue.

when he didn’t, you nodded awkwardly, absently searching for your friends.

paul must’ve registered your lack of interest because he worked quickly to remedy this sinking ship.

“look — i’ve kinda been working up the courage to talk to you all night,” he said, before scratching the back of his head. “care for a dance?”

without waiting for your answer, paul reached out his hand just as a new song began playing, something with a slower tempo.

“i gave the dj a ten to play this song, what do ya say?” he gave you a toothy smile.

deciding quickly that one dance couldn’t hurt, you placed your hand in his as you began moving to the beat.

halfway into the song, paul took it upon himself to twirl you outwards, leaving you to follow his lead.

you tried to focus on the moment as the strobing lights flashed overhead and the music swelled.

but just then, the dam you'd built so high, abruptly broke.

a singular memory from a year ago burst through with a force strong enough to put your next step off kilter.

“you’d think you were born with two left feet, rafe cameron,” you giggled as rafe struggled to avoid stepping on your toes.

you were suddenly transported back in time to your cousin’s wedding a year ago.

“listen, we all can’t be as graceful as y/n l/n,” rafe sighed, exacting another misstep. but there was a smirk on his face, the kind of smirk where his eyes would crinkle with pure admiration.

“i told you we should have practiced before — ah!” your next sentence was cut short as the two of you fell into a tangled mess of limbs in the middle of the dance floor.

the absurdity of the situation outweighed any embarrassment and soon, the both of you were in uncontrollable hysterics.

a giggle tumbled from your lips as you spun before evolving into a full unabridged fit of laughter.

your heart pinched, the memory wedging itself deep within it. an overwhelming feeling of longing came next, just as the song was ending.

paul spun you inward to his body, before dipping you downwards to end your dance with a flourish.

blood rushed to your head, and it wasn’t due to being propelled downward, although that added a dizzying pressure behind your eyes. you needed some air.

you would thank paul for the dance, exit quietly and —

“wow. a girl as gorgeous as you AND a great dancer?” paul leaned in. too close. “i’m in love,” he murmured in your ear.

“i’m so in love with you, rafe.”

and with that, the dam was shattered.

“why is that not good enough for you? are the drugs and alcohol all you fucking care about?”

that morning was now playing on a vicious loop in your mind. you, standing in front of rafe on his porch, packed bags hanging from your arms.

“of course not! fuck — y/n, baby, please. i’ll get better — i will. i will. i’m sorry!”

tears stung your eyes.

“i’ve heard that so many times before, rafe. but you know what i haven’t heard once come from your mouth?”

“i’m sorry — i have to go,” you shook from paul’s hold, leaving him stunned and alone in the middle of the bar.

you began to rush towards the exit, running past your confused friends as you clutched a hand to your heaving chest.

“i’ve never heard you say you love me.”

barreling through the side door, you spluttered out a few ragged breaths, the scent of sea salt reaching your nose.

you teetered towards the shore of the beach opposite the bar, feeling an overwhelming urge to sink your knees into the cool sand to ground yourself.

all of a sudden, a familiar voice cut through the night air.

“y/n?”

your head shot up, never expecting to hear your name pass his lips again.

rafe’s blue eyes held you in place.

you drank him in. his hair was buzzed and he appeared to have packed on some muscle. he looked healthy.

when your gaze finally settled on his, his throat wobbled. his next intake of breath thick with emotion.

here he was, in all his glory. time seemed to come to a halt.

slam.

“wait! y/n…” paul appeared, throwing the back door open. he was panting slightly but righted himself when he spotted you.

this could not be happening.

rafe had been in the middle of taking a step towards your crumpled form, burning with the need to hold you. he retracted, standing up tall and shoving his hands into his front jean pockets.

he felt like a fool as he followed your line of sight to paul, agony flashing across his face.

unable to steal another glance at rafe, you slowly rose, making your way towards paul.

wiping your tear-stained face, you offered an unconvincing “hey.”

paul seemed to clock rafe’s facial expression, the desire apparent.

his jaw ticked and suddenly, the suave aura paul had exuded, evaporated. once you reached him, he scoffed incredulously, earning a confused look from you.

“so what? you ditched me to run out here for another guy?” paul spat, crossing his arms defensively.

“what? no - i just needed some — ”you began.

“save it. girls like you aren’t worth my time.”

you were suffering from whiplash. this guy, this stranger, had just shown his true intentions.

discomfort bloomed in your chest.

“woah — listen here, dumbass,” rafe snarled, taking large strides towards paul, venom oozing from his voice.

“stop. it’s okay, rafe.”

and rafe did indeed stop.

because you had said his name and it sounded so good.

“think whatever you want,” you replied, not giving paul the decency of eye contact. he huffed before muttering some other insult and stormed back towards the bar.

the only sound to be heard was the gentle lapping of waves against the sand. you were suddenly feeling very tired.

you turned to rafe, who was now only a few steps from you, his towering frame just about absorbing all of the light the full moon had to offer tonight.

your heart ached as you instinctively wrapped your arms around your body. rafe noticed and cleared his throat, becoming overly invested in the sand beneath his feet.

“uhm… thank you. for being there while he…” you had no idea what you were saying. heat rose to your cheeks.

rafe shook his head swiftly and waved you off.

“no — i mean, i didn’t do much. you were, you were great. you handled that very well, i mean,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

a small smile pulled at the corners of your mouth, but you were brought back to reality when you remembered the memory you were recounting before you broke out into tears in the middle of a crowded bar.

“look, y/n i — ” rafe started, capturing your stare, wanting to be in your presence for just a little longer.

a beat passed, you lowered your eyes.

“no, please. i’m not interested in hearing what you have to say. i can’t handle any more empty promises,” you remarked, recalling how many times rafe would apologize and claim he would change his destructive habits.

“but i’ve actually been doing pretty well,” rafe spoke quickly, desperate to keep your attention. he didn’t have the words to express himself.

a humourless chuckle left your lips.

“and i’m happy for you, rafe. really, i am. but you’ve already shown me that i don’t fit into your life,” you sniffed.

great, the tears were threatening to spill once more. how pathetic.

it was like you had slapped rafe square across the face. that’s what you thought of him?

pure shame and regret bubbled in his chest as he combed through every stupid mistake he’d made that led to this moment.

rafe then noticed his face was wet. silent tears were streaming down his face. he hastily brushed them away before you could see, coming to terms with the fact he was losing you all over again.

if only he could hear you say his name one more time. if you would just look at him.

unable to say more, you turned to trudge back towards the bar, determined to find your friends so you could go home.

“you’re the only piece of my life that made sense,” his voice was raw, ladened with truth.

the confession nearly stopped you in your tracks as you shuddered an uneasy breath.

you willed yourself to keep your head forward, denying the urge to turn around and take one more glance at the boy you had loved so deeply.

“just let me prove it to you…” rafe whispered as he watched your figure disappear into the bar.

. . .

too late, don't wanna fall, baby, i just

don't need somebody else to throw me aside

but i’m up all night, thinkin' "bout how

it could be you to change my heart... ♫

part three

[ash5monster01]

Hello can I order chicken wings to go, with wedge potatoes and cheese curd please?

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Main Course: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Ingredients: fluff, grumpy x sunshine, meet cute, mentions of alcohol, language, party setting, instant connection, light flirting, no use of y/n

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Total: $20.58 = 2k words

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Karaoke roulette had become Robin's new favorite thing. She loved the concept of having a few drinks in some dive bar and signing up to have her and some other strangers' names drawn and be put on the spot with any song of the DJ’s choice. Steve not so much. The beer was always a touch too warm, the singers awful, and most of the time they never even knew the song. It was torture and yet Robin had dragged him to almost every single one. 

“Come on, smile!” Robin said exasperated, shaking his arm to elicit any sort of emotion from him. He had to be the only person in this place not drunk off his ass or joining in on the fun. 

“I am smiling,” Steve answered, despite the fact that not even a corner of his mouth was higher than the other. Parties were no longer his thing and bars that thrived on customers being the entertainment was even worse. 

“Well you will be soon enough,” Robin grumbled, lips finding the straw of her cranberry vodka. Her words make Steve draw his eyebrows together quickly, fingers tightening around the neck of his beer as he studies her. 

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, hoping it wasn’t the terrible thing he was assuming she meant. His warm bed in their shared apartment called his name and a carton of ice cream in the freezer did even more. He didn’t have time to be roped into one of Robin's schemes. 

“I may have put your name in for a song,” Robin muttered quickly, not daring to make eye contact with the boy as she revealed it was exactly what he suspected. Not only did he have to put up with the singing but now he had to be a part of it. 

“Please tell me you’re joking?” he asked, his voice borderline pleading with the girl. He hoped she was just pulling his leg, trying to get him to laugh or enjoy this even a little. It wasn’t even Robin’s fault, he just didn’t enjoy things like he used to. There were only a few things that brought him comfort after the events of Hawkins and almost none of them were here. 

“I’m not, and before you get mad please just give it a chance. It’s one song and who knows, maybe you and your partner will kill it,” and there it was, the reminder that not only did Steve have to do this but he had to do it with a stranger as well. Robin was lucky he hadn’t killed her yet. 

“I’m going to get you back for this,” he tells her with a pointed finger and then downing the rest of his beer. He quickly flags the bartender for another, now self aware he needed more in him if he was going to be up on that stage to sing a song. Robin is sure he isn’t lying but it’s too late now, he’d just have to deal. 

It’s not even twenty minutes and two beers later does the DJ finally call Steve’s name, holding up the slip of paper from the jar that had his name written in Robin's handwriting. She gives a sheepish but supportive grin as Steve abandons his half a beer at the bar and starts for the small stage in the corner of the room bathed in fluorescent lights. His ears are ringing, nerves and annoyance buzzing through his entire body, or it could be the large amount of alcohol he consumed in a short amount of time. Either way he doesn’t register the DJ call out the second name until one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen appears beside him. 

“Hi partner,” you beam, a smile that could light up a room wide across your face. You hold out a hand, waiting for him to shake, and all of it catches Steve off guard. When his palm meets your own, somehow your smile gets even bigger. 

“Hi,” he mumbles, mentally cursing himself for being unable to hide the grumpiness in his voice. He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want to sing, but at least he could have worse partners. 

“Ready to have some fun?” you ask as the DJ hands you each a microphone and he sighs, very aware he wouldn’t call this his version of fun. Yet you look too hopeful, eager and excited to be here, and suddenly he doesn’t want to disappoint. 

“As I’ll ever be,” is the best he can give but you don’t even flinch at his obvious disdain, instead you join him at his side and prepare yourself for the next five minutes you were about to spend together. 

“Okay let’s see here…” the DJ trails off into the mic, fingers trailing along the laserdiscs in search of the perfect song. Finally he stops, pulling one from its sleeve, and grinning wide. “Here we go!”

“Ahh I’m nervous,” you almost squeal, shaking your arms out as you look at him with a beaming face. For a second Steve wonders if he’s ever met someone as happy as you. 

“Let’s hear it for our latest duo performing Don’t Go Breaking My Heart!” The DJ shouts into the mic and the crowd hoots and hollers, the beginning notes of the Elton John duet pounding over the speakers, and blue and pink words appearing on the screen. 

“Don’t go breaking my heart,” Steve stutters into the mic, starting half a beat too late as the lyrics catch him off guard. He feels like a fool but you look at him as if he’s already proven his worth and it encourages him to keep going. 

“I couldn’t if I tried,” you sing back, perfectly in tune and right on cue. Steve feels something constrict in his chest as you smile at him like you’d been friends for years. It eases his heart as he sings back to you. 

“Oh honey, if I get restless.”

“Baby, you’re not that kind.” 

The more you sing back at him the easier it gets. It’s a simple song and one he had heard a hundred times before. Yet there’s something magical about the way you perform it to not only him but the crowd. Where he lacks, you thrive, and even if the crowd should hate him, they all begin calling out your names and cheering you on. It’s like you’re walking sunshine, brightening the room and everyone in it. It had been so long since Steve had felt the warmth and beauty of a person like that. So when the song comes to an end, the cheesy and lovesick lyrics suddenly find some meaning. 

You put the light in my life, oh you put the spark to the flame, I got your heart in my sights. 

“Oh wow, that was amazing!” you shout as the crowd around you cheers. Steve is certain his performance was only subpar though and they were all cheering for you. Yet when you grab his arm and shake him just like Robin had, he finds he can’t fight the slight smile that appears on his face. 

“Yeah let’s go before they make me sing another one,” he mutters quietly. Still beaming, you surprise him by locking your hand with his, and letting him guide you down the steps of the stage and out of the bright fluorescent lights and into more intimate lighting. 

“I feel such a rush,” you buzz beside him, giddy and acutely aware the few drinks you had made you more excitable than usual. Yet you were still aware enough to realize neither of you had let go of the other’s hand. 

“You were good, probably the only person in here that could carry a tune all night,” Steve tells you and a heavy blush covers your cheeks. He didn’t know a damn thing about singing and maybe you weren’t perfect, but your stage presence and just presence alone made it the performance of a lifetime.

“Thanks, you weren’t so bad yourself,” you compliment right back and he chuckles, head shaking and causing some stray hairs to fall against his forehead. He's handsome in a boyish way, it makes you wonder why he seemed so cold towards everything but you. 

“I wouldn't say that, I’d rather have lit the DJ on fire before singing a song,” he admits and it earns him a hearty laugh, all your teeth on display as you tipped your head back, and let the amusement consume you. Another small smile slips onto his face at the sight, softening towards you even more. 

“I could tell but I think I covered for you pretty good,” you admit and he laughs, if only slightly and it's then you notice a blonde girl peering over at you both. When she catches your eye she jumps slightly before turning and sipping quickly out the straw of her drink as if she was caught doing something wrong. 

“Do you need to get back to your friend?” you ask, tipping your head in the direction of the girl and Steve turns to see Robin flagging down the bartender for another drink, certain her name was in the jar at least five more times for the remainder of the night. 

“No actually, I’m sure she could stay here alone all night if she wanted,” Steve answers as he turns back to you, spotting two girls himself who watch you both closely. It’s then he realizes you probably weren’t here alone yourself. “How about you?” 

“No, they're girls from work. I think they brought me here to humiliate me but didn’t consider the fact I’m quite good at everything I do,” the confidence and strength you exude while also projecting a kind soul intrigues him. For the first time all night, he's interested in doing something other than laying in his bed. Instead he wants to get to know you. 

“You want to get out of here, ditch the mean girls and find something quieter and less participative?” you laugh easily at his words again before looking into his big hazel eyes. The only part of him that revealed more of himself to you than he probably wanted. 

“Have anything in mind?” you reply, squeezing his hand to remind yourself this was real. It didn't matter if he had a semi-permanent grimace on his face and that his body was stiff with distaste for the things around him. You liked that there was probably something more there and were excited to find it. 

“I have ice cream at home, care for a sundae?" he asks and you grin, nodding at the offer and a bit hungry after a small dinner and more drinks than planned. You liked that he seemed at ease with you and liked even more you could put another one over the girls you came with. 

“Let’s do it,” you say and he’s guiding you again, over to the blonde girl who only smiles at you as he explains your plans. She’s clearly excited for her friend and he’s obviously annoyed, grumbling his words and glaring at her sharply, but just like you she doesn’t seem to mind the permanent storm cloud above his head. 

“Have fun,” she calls after you when you both start towards her own friends to grab your purse. It's the first time you release his hand to whisper your plans to the girls and retrieve all your items. Steve watches how confidently you act around them as they look on with obvious shock and annoyance. Yet without flinching you had your purse over your shoulder and hand locked back with his own as you started for the door. 

“That was hot,” Steve admits once you're both out on the quiet street and you giggle before stepping closer for some warmth in the night chill. He stares down at you with adoration and realizes that the night became something more with each other. Two lost souls looking for the other to ground them and lift them up. Opposites in a world meant to break you both and you were going to share some ice cream. Maybe if you were both lucky, earn a sugar filled kiss at the end of the night. 

And for a single moment, you both love karaoke roulette. 

[esmedelacroix]

Way Too In Deep

✮⋆˙ in which exboyfriend!toji fushiguro sees you in a club...

cw ! bathroom sex, semi-public sex, mirror sex, daddy kink, spanking, mild degradation kink(lemme know if I missed any im having a brainfart rn)

a/n : ya'll iv'e been doing everything BUT writting✋😭 like. not my usual content and I lowk hate this an might rewrite but lets get whornee!

fic radio 💿🎧🫧 : Deep by Summer Walker

Strobe lights, smoke machines, shitty DJs, and even shittier guys. That's what clubs were to you. But your friends loved clubs so they put you in a short, tight dress that left nothing to the imagination, and a killer pair of heels. They dragged you to the Fallen Angel. How did your friends get you into a popular luxury club? You had no idea.

You were the designated sober friend who would drive everyone home(if they weren't already going home with their one-night stands). Meaning, you were stuck drinking mocktails and flirting with the bartender for the night. You forgot how much you missed clubbing though. The only true meaning you were so pessimistic, was that you hadn't been out since you broke up with your ex-boyfriend two months ago.

Who conveniently entered your line of sight across the room. You weren't going to sit and look like a loser now that he was here. You ordered a shot of tequila and downed it; enjoying the burning sensation in your throat. Luckily one of your favorite songs was playing, and your friends dressed you up like a hooker.

You needed to find a guy to dance with quick. You needed to prove to Toji that you were doing much better than he was. You only had to look at the poor victim you chose for the night and he was already yours. You let the music ignite you and guide your movements. Your back was flush against his as you ran your hands through your hair grinding against him. "My name's Shiu," the guy you were dancing with whispered in your ear.

"Cool, less talking, more touching," you said, guiding his hands to your hips.

"Yes, ma'am," he smirked as his hands tightened around your hips.

Your eyes were fixed on Toji burning holes into the back of his head. When Toji finally noticed you, you stared straight into his eyes as you mouthed the words to the lyrics and whined your hips against Shoe(whatever his name was). Toji looked irritated but impressed by the nerve you had to try and taunt him like that. Exactly what you wanted.

He took to the dance floor with one of his new girls. He spun her around and danced with her the same way you were dancing with Shiu. You could feel his manhood hardening against your ass. You weren't even dancing anymore, you were practically dry-humping on the dance floor. Miguel's eyes stayed fixed on you. Your body. Those eyes. Your sultry expression. Your mouth. Agape.

That set him off. As soon as you knew it, he was marching towards you with a mean scowl on his face. One blink and Toji's larger rough hand was firmly around your wrist dragging you away from Shiu. "Hey let go," you protested from behind with a satisfied smile on your face. Toji didn't answer. He simply grumbled under his breath, dragging you into the single-stall bathroom locking the door behind him.

"Just who do you think you are?" he asked with his hands on his hips.

"I don't know what you mean," you said feigning innocence.

"Really? 'Cause you were practically fuckin' that guy out there," he scoffed inching closer to you until your back crashed against the wall and faces were centimeters apart.

"No. I wasn't," you whined.

"Oh yeah. Don't lie to me baby you were doing it so I would look. I know it," he scoffed.

"Okay, maybe I was. I mean, even so, you wouldn—" you started before being cut off by his lips on yours. He kissed you like he was on his deathbed and you were the elixir of life. You moaned softly into his kiss.

Toji's hands found themselves wandering all over your body. They caressed your soft breasts. Your waist, and your ass. He gave your ass a squeeze. "Tell me you don't want this," he whispered.

You shook your head softly, draping your arms over the nape of his neck. "Give it to me Toji," you sighed in his ear. He could hear the sinister smile in your voice. With that confirmation, he lifted you your legs wrapping around his waist and placing you on the sink. He immediately kissed your neckline and jaw leaving fresh bruises all over the place.

Your fingers ran through his hair and tightened into fists full of his damp tufts of hair every time he sucked on your neck. "Tell me you don't want this baby and I'll stop," he grunted as he kissed down your cleavage.

"You bluffin' Fushiguro?" you smirked. He simply scoffed and let you hop off the sink. He moved you around by your waist so you could look at him through the mirror. "Look at you. You wanted this didn't you?" he smirked.

You smile at him through the mirror. "Maybe I did," you whispered. His rough hands bunched up the hem of your dress to your waist.

"You're still as slutty as ever," he snickered, as he bent you over the sink. Moving your thong aside, his calloused finger made sudden contact with your glossy slit. You let out a breathy moan at the sudden contact.

"How many guys have been in this pussy since we split, hmm?" he asked as he plunged a finger into your dripping sex.

"Lost count," you lied.

"You don't gotta lie to me ma," he grunted.

You hated how well he knew you. You hated how he knew you grinned when you lied. You hated that he knew you weren't over him and that he still owned you whether you liked it or not.

But he wondered if you knew you had the same effect on him. Wondered if you knew the girls were just a ploy to get you to notice him. Wondered if you knew how you occupied his every thought. How you had him in some sort of trance and he couldn't escape you being in his dreams. He didn't mind it though. He secretly loved how you haunted him whenever you were apart.

"I'm not lyin', I've been a bad girl," you breathed out as he managed to make you drip with just one finger.

"You know, if you want me to spank you, baby, all you gotta do is ask," he cooed as he added a second finger pumping in and out of your eager cunt at an agonizing pace.

"Don't try to taunt me. You'll regret it," he continued as he picked up the pace.

You feel little fireworks ignite in your stomach hearing his words. A feeling you missed dearly that only he could give you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he added a third finger. "Mhmm—Toji, t-too much," you whined.

"You like that?" he cooed as he curled his finger up into your spongy sensitive spot.

"Yeah!" you almost squealed, looking away from yourself in the mirror.

"Yeah?" he teased as he roughly gripped your jaw pointing your face towards it.

"Uh huh," you sighed as you felt the heat rush to your face as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Toji was peering into your soul with a nasty smile plastered on his face, watching your body's reactions to his touch. Your body's reactions to his lips on your neck, his other hand fondling your boob through your dress, and his glistening fingers slipping out of your sopping wet cunt.

You whined at the sudden empty feeling. "You're so needy tonight. You miss me baby?" he teased. You pouted at him through the mirror.

You couldn't help but shamelessly rub your ass against his crotch as he took his pants off. He taunted you rubbing his swollen tip against your wet folds. "Want you inside," you whined.

"Ask nicely baby," he groaned.

"Daddy please, need you inside," you moaned.

"Atta giiirl," he purred as he lazily pushed his fat tip into your cunt.

The stretch was better than anything you could've imagined. Your walls fluttered around his cock as he pushed even further into you bottoming out. It took everything in him to not cum right away. He focused on his breathing tilting his head back trying to keep it all in.

You were growing impatient and brattier by the second. You moved your hips fucking into him eliciting a guttural groan. His hands roughly came to your hips bringing your movements to a full halt. "Behave yourself," he grunted as he bent you further over the sink back arching. He fucking into you slowly and all you could do was squeeze your eyes shut trying not to cum.

"Look at me when I fuck you, baby," he grunted as he picked up the pace.

That sensation of tiny explosions in your stomach came back causing your pussy to flutter around him. You were moaning uncontrollably. It was all too much, the stretch, the sweat, the music blasting, the dirty talking, and the finger he roughly lodged in your mouth to shut you up. "M'close Toji, needa cum, please~" you moaned

"You gonna cream on daddy's cock baby?" he cooed rubbing your puffy clit as his thrusts increased in speed.

"Yes, yes! Just l-like that Toji," you gasped.

It was all perfect: his pace, the hand placement, his finger rapidly rubbing at your aching clit. All of it was enough to make you come undone on his fat throbbing cock.

And that you did. Hard. If your knees weren't already weak, they were now. Your legs rapidly convulsed as you creamed around Toji's cock. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head; all you could see was white. Toji kept pumping in and out of your pussy as you came, fucking you through your high.

You were babbling incoherent praises as you came down from your high. "I'm gonna cum baby where do you want it?" he panted as he pulled out, continuing to pump himself trying to imitate the irreplaceable feeling of her pussy.

"Should I cum on those pretty tits?" he grunted smirking as you whimpered nonsense.

"Or maybe this perfect ass?" he suggested as his hips began to buck into his fist.

"Anywhere, anywhere—please just," you whimpered.

"Please what? Use your words, baby," he groaned.

"My face," you shamefully whispered.

"Huh?" Toji teased as you turned around getting on your knees looking up into his emerald green eyes.

"I want you to cum on my face, daddy," you pouted.

"There you go open up for me baby," he groaned as hips stuttered fucking into his fist. You immediately obeyed his command, opening your mouth for him, sticking out your tongue, and looking up at him the way he liked.

"Atta giiirl," he moaned, throwing his head back.

You tasted his salty cum on your tongue and you were hooked again. You were in deep. Way too in deep.

[hwaslayer]

vivrant thing (jwy) | six. (final)

—SPOTIFY PLAYLIST / SERIES MASTERLIST

—SUMMARY: after getting into a little accident, wooyoung decides to do his sister a favor by pretending to be your date at the company summer party. as soon as the night ends, wooyoung would go back to his usual routine of hanging out with his boys, keeping his distance from committed relationships and being a typical brother to jiwoo. except, the favor comes with more than what wooyoung expects and he finds you occupying his mind more than usual. 

—PAIRING: jung wooyoung x f. reader

—GENRE: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriend’s brother au | fluff, angst, smut

—WORD COUNT: 8.6k

—CHAPTER CONTENT / WARNINGS: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, date night, the spot mentioned is inspired by an actual place in sf (i will not name it here tho because of spoilers lol pls feel free to message me if you'd like to know)!, half-up-half-down-haired wooyoung, alcohol consumption, corny pickup lines!!, lots and lots of kisses, sweet affectionate moments, woo x oc are literally so cute idek what else to say besides it should be a warning itself lol, making out, oral (f. receiving), fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, breast play, multiple orgasms (2), we love a good ol' jung family moment lmao

—ON ROTATION (all in the playlist): i like the way (the kissing game) - hi-five • fantasy - mariah carey • we can freak it - kurupt • let's get down - tony! toni! toné! & dj quik

—A/N: thank you soooo much for all your love on this fic and for coming along this lil journey!! 🥰 i appreciate it so SO much! stay tuned for more wildfire & other fics to come .. <33

"Papa. Call me or Wooyoung if you need anything, okay? We'll come." Papa brushes you off as he sits on his couch, blanket folded neatly and placed ontop of his lap.

"I'll be fine. I promise."

"Pinky swear?" You raise your pinky in the air and he does the same.

"Yes, pinky swear." He laughs a bit. "Now please, I need you two to have fun on your date. Don't worry about me. No if's, and's or but's. You and Wooyoung have been taking care of me so much, that's all I'm asking for." You tilt your head to the side before you playfully roll your eyes and smile. Papa can't help but return the smile because he hasn't seen you glow like this in years.

—FLASHBACK

"Woo." You finish gathering Papa's old clothes into the bag the hospital gave you, Papa sitting on the edge of his bed in the new sweatsuit you bought for him. "I'm gonna go find his nurse, I wanna give her the gift before we go." You set the bag next to Wooyoung as he finishes cleaning up around Papa's bed, getting ready to take him down to the car.

"Okay. We'll wait here." Wooyoung sits on the chair, asking if Papa needs anything else before leaving. He finds his attention shifting towards the door when he feels a figure suddenly come into his peripherals. "Oh shit, you scared me."

"Hey, sorry." Yeosang peeks in through the doorway, softly knocking against the frame.

"All good." Wooyoung looks at him, with Papa turning his attention towards Yeosang as well.

"Oh, Yeosang! It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you, too." Yeosang slowly steps forward after giving a curt bow. "I'm sorry I'm a bit late, I meant to visit yesterday but got caught up with some family things. I see you're getting ready to head out!"

"Yes, finally getting out of here." Papa chuckles. "Don't worry about it. The thought is what counts." Yeosang nods before shifting his weight from one foot to another.

"Glad to see it." He smiles. "Is Y/N around?"

"She went to go find the nurse. She should be back in a few minutes if you wanna wait around." Wooyoung looks at him. "She'd be happy to see you."

"Thanks."

"Do you need to use the bathroom or anything?" Wooyoung asks Papa to try and distract himself from the awkward energy lingering in the room.

"No, I'm okay." Wooyoung nods. Lucky for him, you come prancing in at that very moment— stopping in your tracks when you find Yeosang lingering around the room. You give him a small smile, approaching him sweetly like you always do. 

"Yeo."

"Hey. Sorry. I meant to come yesterday, but I got busy. I got worried when I didn't see you at work, but Jiwoo told me what's been happening." You shake your head.

"Don't worry about it."

"No, I'm sorry for not checking in on you sooner when I should've. I've been letting my feelings get in the way and it's unfair to you."

"It's okay, Yeosang. Seriously. I understand, and I know things will take time."

"Are you going to stare any harder?" Papa whispers to Wooyoung and he knits his forehead in response, purses his lips together tightly.

"I could try." Wooyoung is slightly taken aback when you start giggling at Yeosang, hand on his arm as he continues to apologize and promises he'd be a better friend moving forward. "Hm. That giggle sounds new." Wooyoung looks at Papa and he laughs it off. "It's at a new pitch. Haven't heard that one before." Wooyoung stands, grabbing Papa's bag of things from the chair.

"I'm sure she just missed her friend." Papa smiles at Wooyoung and squeezes his shoulder. 

"I'm glad you're doing better." Yeosang turns to Papa.

"Thank you, and thank you for taking the time to drop by." Yeosang nods before giving Wooyoung a small, toothless smile.

"Anyways, I'm gonna get going so you guys can take your leave." He turns to you. "See you next week?" You nod, waving him off as he heads out the door.

"Where'd you learn to giggle like that? In all my years of knowing you, I've never heard that one. Had a 'lil kick to it." Wooyoung slips his hand in yours as you all slowly begin to leave the room, his other hand holding Papa's bag.

"Wooyoung." You whine and he laughs.

"I'm kidding." Wooyoung looks down at you. "Are you guys okay now?"

"I think so. We will be. But, I'm more confident after today."

"That's good. I'm glad you guys got to talk for a bit."

"Mmyeah."

"Do you feel better?"

"I do."

"That's all that matters."

—END

"Okay. I'll swing by tomorrow." You give him a quick hug before rushing out and heading back home to get ready for your date. You smile to yourself knowing you'd get to spend time with Wooyoung soon. He didn't give you the details of your date besides being ready at 7pm on the dot for dinner and to.. bring a small item or trinket that's unique?

"So, what did you end up deciding to bring?" Jiwoo asks over the phone while you have her on Facetime, adding some mascara and a bit of blush just like she had taught you.

"Mhm." You hum. "The vintage 1972 9ct gold sea pearl ring."

"Ah, so not the vintage Mickey Mouse ring?"

"No." You giggle. "I kinda wanna keep it."

"I figured." Jiwoo chuckles. "I wonder what Wooyoung is up to. He wouldn't budge when I asked which date idea he settled on."

"Didn't think he would." You chuckle. "I'm surprised you didn't find out from this detail alone?"

"No. He only gave me really vague descriptions. I'm sure he knew I'd figure it out and accidentally spoil it." You faintly hear Hongjoong in the back respond with a 'yeah, we all don't want that.' "I have to give it to my brother, though. He does think of the best and most unique ideas for our family outings. He definitely settled on something different."

"I'll let you know how it goes." You sigh, pressing your lips together after you've put on some clear, sparkly gloss. "So, all good?" You flip the camera to the mirror to show off the outfit Jiwoo helped you pick. It's a tight, black rib-knit long-sleeve, cut-out mini dress with simple black knee-high boots. Wooyoung made it very clear that the formal dress-code was strict; a suit-and-tie, pretty dress kinda vibe if you will.

"Perfect. My brother will be all over you." She pretends to playfully gag. "Cute! But, gross!" You chuckle and roll your eyes. At this point, you hear someone climbing up the steps before doing a faint whistle, followed by the [cute] calling of your name outside your unit. 

"Your brother's here."

"Have fun! Let me know how he does." You nod before giving her your last goodbye and ending the call. You head to your door, swinging it open to Wooyoung standing there with the most beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers: peonies. Wooyoung smiles when he sees your eyes light up at the flowers, the peonies ranging in color from white to light pink.

"Woo." You pout a bit. "They're so pretty."

"Nice! I'd hope so, I ran my ass around town to find the best looking one." You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck for a tight hug. He holds you tightly, placing a light kiss to your temple before pulling back and ogling at you from head to toe. "Sheeeesh. Optimus Prime gotta make way for Miss Optimus Fine over here." Wooyoung finds himself completely smitten over you; the dress [yet again] fitting your curves perfectly, hugging your ass tightly. He loves how you normally dress, don't get him wrong. But, the rare moments when he gets you like this— he swears he gets heart palpitations.

He could lose himself right then and there.

"You—Stop it." The heat rises to your cheeks as you shyly take the flowers and quickly throw them in a vase with water. "Thank you." You give him a shy smile and he laughs.

"You're so cute. Ready?" You nod, sitting to sift through your purse and make sure it has all your necessities. Wooyoung's in a simple white button up, a few top buttons undone. He's got on black slacks and some boots, his hair half-up, half-down. Some strands framing his beautifully-sculpted face.

"Mhm." You stand and grab your bag, Wooyoung already slinging your duffle bag over his shoulder. He suggested for you to stay the night at his this time, ready to provide and take care of you from the start to the end. 

"Actually, there's one more thing— there is a small service fee for those flowers because I had to drive to five different—" You shake your head, shutting him up with a kiss to the lips before slipping your hand into his. 

"All good?" Wooyoung smiles.

"You know me so well. But, I think there was also a—" You gently hit his chest. "Ah— ow. Just wanted a kiss for the road."

"Then, you could've just asked, Jung 2." You giggle, giving him another sweet, chaste kiss to the lips before leading the way down the steps. You take each step slowly with the god forbidden heeled boots you have on, Wooyoung poking fun and teasing you as he holds your hand every step of the way. "These boots are atrocious."

"Well, first of all, I'm gonna correct you and say I'm Jung 1. I will not hold that one against you either, but I can't keep giving you passes, babe." He swings your door open and lets you get settled before hovering over your seat. "And two, the boots look really good on you. Especially in that dress." He shuts your door and jogs over to the driver's seat, plopping in before turning on the car and getting settled himself.

"Where are we going?"

"Don't worry about it, princess." He scrolls through his playlist to find a good song to kick off his drive. "Did you bring a little trinket or something?"

"Mhm!" You pull out the small red box with the pearl ring inside.

"Damn, that's pretty. You sure you wanna trade it in?" You nod.

"It was either this or a vintage Mickey Mouse ring, and I wanna keep the Mickey Mouse one." You frown a bit and he smiles.

"Fair enough." He sets his phone down in the middle console, We Can Freak It by Kurupt playing in the background before shifting gears. "Good?" You silently nod, giving Wooyoung the green light to drive off to the destination of the night. Wooyoung drives flawlessly with one hand as he softly sings along, hand coming to your thigh. It's warm, soft; sends tingles down your spine when he gently caresses the inner part and gives it a squeeze. It's not long before you figure out he's heading towards the central part of downtown— an area you don't frequent much because it's mainly known for its nighttime scene. He doesn't hop off the freeway until after 20 minutes have passed, navigating through the city streets easily despite all the cars that are out and about tonight. "Hella busy." He says, quickly switching to the right lane to turn onto a street. "Might have to walk a bit, baby. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." You respond softly. When he hits another red light, he leans onto the middle console and puckers his lips for a kiss. You lean forward to meet him, pecking him quickly before the light turns green again. He smiles at you, squeezing your thigh just a little harder this time around. He turns down another street that has a few shops and bars, almost driving in circles around the same streets until he snags a spot towards the end of the block. He hops out to help you out of the car, telling you the place was a quick walk down the street. It's about another 7 min walk down, you and Wooyoung crossing the street to the opposite side until he slows in his pace and stops in front of.. a pawn shop? There isn't much to it besides a sign at the top, bright lights illuminating the 'CHECKS CASHED, PAYDAY LOANS' slogan. Brick walls, unclean windows. You're utterly confused, and it must be obvious because Wooyoung chuckles in slight amusement before he asks:

"You trust me, yeah?" You silently nod, your hand gripping his a little tighter. "You'll enjoy it, I promise." He says before pushing the door open and stepping into the tiny pawn shop.

"Hey! Welcome to the shop! I'm Don— woah, damn— I'm sorry, forgive me for being so forward but ya'll are the most attractive couple I've ever come across. My gawd." Wooyoung laughs and nods in acknowledgement. He leans onto the glass case full of random, unique vintage trinkets and items— the walls and shelves also littered with vintage collectibles and posters. "So. How can I help you beautiful people? Shopping for little trinkets? Trying to get into some trouble?"

"Trouble sounds accurate." You freeze. The hell is up Wooyoung's sleeve? "Spoken word night?"

"Ah. Trouble indeed. Can I quickly see your IDs?" You look at Wooyoung from behind, your eyes lighting up in surprise. A spoken word event in a pawn shop? You're so lost. The entire place looks so small, you can't even imagine where it'd all take place. Anyway, both you and Wooyoung flash your IDs to Don. He takes a good look before nodding in approval. "Cool. You got your trades for entry? Jokes will work, too. Kinda prefer them, actually. Or, you can sing me a song." You squeeze Wooyoung's arm.

"You can sing!" You whisper harshly.

"Not great, though."

"Woo." You frown at him and he feels like he's melted into a puddle.

"Yeah, Woo. What's it gonna be?"

"Baby." He shoots you a look. "Listen, I like to think I'm pretty funny and I think I've got a few notes in me, but I highkey don't wanna embarrass myself in front of my lady here." Don chuckles and nods.

"I'll give you that. She is very pretty." You shy behind Wooyoung as you give Don another tiny smile. "Snagged a queen, my dearest!"

"She is, yeah." Wooyoung turns over his shoulder briefly before returning his attention to Don. "Anyway, we've got these." Wooyoung slides over your red velvet box and his small collection of vintage matchboxes.

"Nice, these are quite the collectibles." He takes the items and places them in a free area at the corner of the glass container beneath him. "Access granted." Don shuts the door to the container close before turning around to grab something off the shelf. "But, before I give you the code. A little something for the pretty lady." Don slides you a roll of paper— like a mini poster, a print.

"Thank you, Don." You hold onto the poster.

"What about me?" Wooyoung whines a bit, and Don frowns.

"A flying kiss." Don shoots him a lousy flying kiss before pointing at the 'employees only' door. "The code is 000." Wooyoung cocks a brow up.

"That's it?"

"Who is going to memorize anything outside of that?"

"Touché." Wooyoung shrugs a bit before leading the way to the door. "Thanks!"

"Enjoy yourselves, my cutie pies." Don leans onto the glass container and watches as Wooyoung plugs the code in. The buttons flash green repeatedly until a click is heard. Wooyoung holds the door handle down and pushes, the other side of the door a completely different vibe from the front pawn shop. It's dark, it's elegant, it's sleek. There's a bar off to the left side, with low lights on the shelves that hold all liquor bottles for decor. There's a backdrop with hues of blues and purples right behind it. There's a few neon lights bordering the mirrors and frames around the place, the wallpaper to the right a little more 'old time-y' and vintage. There's a small stage at the other end of the room, high tables and chairs scattered across the floor space in the middle with tiny tea candles sitting as simple centerpieces.

"Oh my god." Your eyes roam around the room while Wooyoung quickly talks to a staff member and heads to a table closer to the stage.

"You like?" You look at him and smile from ear to ear.

"Like? I love it. This is amazing." You squeeze his hand just as he pulls out your chair, letting you get settled before he slips into the empty chair next to you. "How'd you find out about this?"

"I do my research."

"So, you've never been here before?" He shakes his head.

"Heard about it in passing a couple of times, but never looked into it or anything. Did my research, thought it'd be a good place to take a pretty girl out to." You rest your chin on the palm of your hand, giggling as Wooyoung leans over to press a chaste kiss on your neck, right below your earlobe. "So, they have shareable plates. Small dessert plates. Cocktails. Let me know what you want and we'll get it." He slides over the long, one page menu. The both of you skim over some good, shareable plates you two would enjoy, along with cocktails and a plate of dessert after. You point out about two items that catch your eye, also letting Woo know you'd like to try one of their fruity cocktails. He makes sure that's all you want before calling over the waitress and relaying the order to her. At this point, the live band makes their way on the stage, introducing themselves as the opening act before the actual spoken word event begins. They begin to sing a few upbeat songs, one being Let's Get Down by Tony! Toni! Toné! and DJ Quik. Wooyoung dances a bit in his seat, getting you to bounce along with him to the music. He scoots a little closer, arm hanging on the back of your high chair while he whispers sweet compliments in your ear. You giggle, Wooyoung kissing your temple before returning his attention to the live band in front.

"Hey, by the way, what's the poster Don gave you?" He nods at the rolled up poster on the edge of the table.

"Hm, good question." You take it and carefully peel the tape off, unraveling it on the table. Your eyes light up when you realize what it is— the timing of the coincidence catching you a bit off guard. "Woo! It's that vintage Spirited Away poster!" You look at him. "The one you posted."

"That's crazy, actually. I saw it and was thinking about how I could get it for you, but no one was selling it. I looked high and low."

"Looks like it ended up coming my way, anyway." Wooyoung nods.

"Where are you gonna hang it up?"

"Mm, maybe near the door?" 

"Well, wherever you put it, it'll look good." The live band starts slowing down, playing soothing background music to introduce the first poet of the night. The food comes as she's introducing herself, the waitress neatly spreading the plates across the table. 

"Cheers, cutie." Wooyoung raises his cocktail glass and taps it against yours before the both of you start sipping and picking at your plates. You and Wooyoung listen intently to each performance, with you thoroughly enjoying every poem, every delivery, every attitude of the poets tonight. You find yourself reacting along with Wooyoung, feeling all the emotions each poet puts out into the audience.

To the room.

To you, Wooyoung.

And he must've felt the energy shift a bit once the piano starts playing different music to convey the deep, genuine, raw emotion. Because he was once focused on the performer on the stage— now, he's looking at you. At first he starts to think about how crazy this all is; how he would have never known that the person he'd fall the deepest [and quickest] for would be you. It's crazy how you're the person to make him feel things he hasn't felt before, it's crazy how you're the person that's helping him understand the true, real meaning of the 'L' word.

It's crazy how you might just be his person.

You look at Wooyoung over the edge of your glass, and he maintains the eye contact as his hand rubs at your arm. But, he's really looking at you, a soft smile growing on the edge of his lips while he truly takes the time to admire everything about you;

Your eyes.

Your nose.

Your lips.

Your moles.

And Wooyoung feels like he should've done this years ago— should've just taken that leap back then when he realized how incredibly jaw-dropping beautiful you were, inside and out. He's always known it, but tonight, as he's looking at you, it almost feels like.. he's flying first class.

Like he's a planet orbiting the sun, the solar system orbiting the center of your galaxy.

"What is it?"

"You're beautiful." He leans in towards your ear. "Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Y/N." You shake your head and smile him.

"No, thank you." You rest your chin on your hands while you cock your head to the side and shyly look at him. He smiles back, meeting you in the center to kiss you on your lips once— twice, three times. 

"As long as you're happy." You don't respond besides a small smile, your turn to quickly eye Wooyoung's features. You feel the butterflies soaring high in your tummy, the goosebumps painting the surface of your skin. The umpteenth lip bites you gotta do to prevent yourself from smiling way too big;

Cause yeah, you are. Wooyoung makes you the happiest girl.

The spoken word event lasts for almost 2 hours, followed by another performance from the live band with some dancing. At first, you feel a little too shy even with the alcohol kicking in. But, eventually, you let Wooyoung guide you to the dance floor, remembering how well he took care of you during the night of the party. He holds your hand, keeps you close— dancing along to the band in a way that isn't too much or too little. Just enough to have fun with you in his arms and keep you safe.

He loves seeing you come out of your shell, and he likes being the reason behind it.

When it all wraps up, you're beyond satisfied and happy— both with the food, drinks, the performances and the band tonight. You hang onto your poster tightly, giving Don a quick hug and thanking him for just knowing the right gift to give you. He waves the both of you off, telling you that he hopes you and Woo will visit again soon. Since the weather isn't too cold for the night, you and Wooyoung decide to walk towards the opposite end of the block to get to the water, the bridge. When you finally reach the view, you gasp and point at the pretty lights illuminating the bridge.

"Woo, look. The lights are so pretty, it's like a little show on the bridge." He chuckles.

"Yeah, it is pretty." He whips out his phone to take a good photo of the view ahead of him. You slowly walk along the rail to get a better look at the water, hand trailing against the cold, metal surface as you watch the huge cargo boats slowly drift away. "Baby."

"Hm?" You turn over your shoulder.

"You're not cold, are you?" You shake your head.

"No." The lighting from the street light is hitting you beautifully from where you stand, and Wooyoung thinks it would be perfect to capture your picture here. "Wait." He says just as you start to walk away. "Stay put, babygirl. Let me take your picture." You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, still getting used to Wooyoung's photos of you. But, he's able to snap a few really good candid photos. You can't explain how he does it, but he seems to always capture the best of you. "Alright." Wooyoung says, meeting you from behind. "Look." Wooyoung shows you the pictures.

"They're amazing."

"That's a new wallpaper right there." He smirks, immediately changing his wallpaper. "Miss Optimus Fine, I'm telling you." You laugh, playfully nudging Wooyoung away. "You probably think I'm joking, but I need you to know how serious this is."

"You're too much."

"Being honest." He shrugs, slipping his hand into yours. "Did you really have fun tonight?"

"I did. I really, really did." You look up at him. "Thank you for tonight."

"My pleasure." 

"Wooyoung." You look up at the sky before you look back out to the water.

"Yes?"

"What're you thinking about right now?" He lets out a tiny chuckle.

"Uh, well. I'm thinking about a movie or show we could watch when we get in bed. I'm thinking about breakfast for tomorrow. I'm thinking about some of the lines from the poems we heard today. I'm thinking about which drawer I accidentally slipped my favorite pair of underwear into cause I haven't seen them in a hot minute." You laugh. "What about you?"

"Well. I'm thinking about what people are doing on the other side of the bridge." He nods, listening intently. "I'm thinking about those churro sticks and that chocolate sauce we just ate. I'm thinking about how nice your bed is gonna feel later, and.. how I wanna change in my crocs when we get to the car." He snorts.

"Ah, was waiting for that one." There's a small silence that falls between you two, but it isn't uncomfortable despite Wooyoung growing nervous by the minute. He feels like he just needs to ask because if he doesn't, he'll blow. He needs to know if you can be his and vice versa; he's dying to know if you're on the same page about a relationship like he is. "You know what else I've been thinking about?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"You." Wooyoung looks at you.

"What about me?"

"Everything's about you." He smiles. "I could go on for days if you say it like that."

"Wooyoung." You chuckle. "Is there something bothering you?" You tick your head to the side to look at him before returning your attention to your boots, kicking at the dirt beneath them.

"Not necessarily." He lets out a breath. "Well. Iono. Bear with me here, I'm awful at voicing my feelings, as we know." You giggle. "Been thinking. We've been hanging out a lot. Staying at each other's places. Doing things couples do, but I don't know if I'm misreading anything. What I do know is that I just.. want you to be mine." He looks at you shyly. "I'm not sure how you feel and all—"

"You're not misreading anything, and you don't have to question how I feel." You pause in your steps. "You already have me, Woo."

"Do I?" It's his turn to pause in his steps and look at you directly. "Cause I really, really want you to be my girlfriend, if that's alright with you. You can say no, and we'll never talk about this again, but jesus fucking christ that would hurt—"

"Hey." You shake your head. "None of that, okay? It's more than alright, Jung 1. I'd love to be your girlfriend." He laughs before pulling you flush to his body, hands resting on your hips.

"Hm, see. Doesn't it feel better to call me Jung 1?" He teases. 

"It feels better to call you my boyfriend, though." Wooyoung's hands come up to cup your cheeks, bringing you in for a sweet, passionate kiss on the lips. One that doesn't break for a few minutes, one that gives you a hard time pulling away from Wooyoung. Your hands are gripping the sides of his shirt, smiling into each kiss when he doesn't part right away either. 

"God, I—" Kiss. "Like you—" Another kiss. "So much."

"Woo?" You finally break.

"Hm?" He caresses the surface of your cheek.

"Take me home?"

"Gladly." He dips in for one last kiss before lacing his hand with yours and leading the way back to the car. The both of you finally talk about some memorable lines from the night, doing a deep dive and dissecting what each poet was trying to convey, what the meaning was behind every word and every delivery. And you love listening to Wooyoung ramble on about his thoughts, asking for your opinion and what you think. Everything feels so.. balanced, and it's a little terrifying just as it is comforting. But you do trust him; you feel like you trust Wooyoung more than anyone you've ever dated.

It's probably the years tacked on of knowing him, getting close to him. Seeing his good and bad. Growing up with Wooyoung and watching him change throughout the seasons; watching him become who he is today. Imperfectly perfect.

When you get to the car, Wooyoung immediately pops the trunk and grabs your crocs wrapped neatly in a plastic bag inside your duffle. He sets them on the floor, crouching to help you get out of your boots while you sit on the edge of the trunk. You give him a tiny, toothless smile as he tosses your boots back inside the trunk, shutting it close before helping you get settled into the car. As usual, Wooyoung kicks up the heat before selecting the perfect song to start the journey home. The drive home feels much quicker this time around, less and less cars being out on the street and highway the more you travel away from the central downtown area. Along the way, Wooyoung places kisses to the surface of your hand while he continues driving— smiling to himself while you quietly sit and observe the view.

He just observes you from time to time, in between his focus on the road.

You balance him out, like Yin and Yang.

The Sun and Moon.

Light and Dark.

The Earth and Heavens.

Shit is surreal.

Before Wooyoung can do a deeper dive into his feelings for you, he pulls into his assigned spot and shuts off the car. He lets out a small huff he gets out and grabs your things, exhaustion slowly taking over his body. You let him lead the way up to his apartment, immediately kicking off your shoes when you get inside. He kicks up the heat just a tad, lighting up a candle on his kitchen counter. 

"I'm gonna get ready for bed, if that's okay with you?" He looks at you and nods.

"Of course. Get comfy." He says before cleaning up in his kitchen, making sure everything remains spotless and tidy while you're around. 

"Wooyoung?" You pop out of his room with his shirt in hand. "Can I?" He nods.

"You don't have to ask, baby." He chuckles. "Go for it. One less shirt won't do much to the already missing shirts and hoodies from my closet. Wonder where those went." He teases, making you giggle as you run off to the bathroom. You take a quick shower to freshen up, following up with your skincare routine and other necessities before slipping into Wooyoung's shirt. Just as you make your way back to his room, you overhear him on the phone as he sorts through his drawers.

"What do you mean, I did!" You look at him as his pitch gets a little higher. He lets out a heavy sigh before he holds out his phone. "Mom is hounding my ass, can you please let her know you had a good time tonight? She's afraid you're gonna run off." He gives you those doe-eyes and you can't help but giggle as you take his phone.

—FLASHBACK

"Mother! Father!" Jiwoo yells as she walks into the house and follows the scent of fresh food being cooked in the kitchen. "Ah, there you are. Where's Dad?"

"Hi Jiwoo. He's in the back watering his plants." She looks at Jiwoo. "We haven't gone grocery shopping yet, so please spare me—"

"I'm sorry, did I warp into Wooyoung? He's the one who does his grocery shopping in the fridge and pantry, not me."

"So, what're you doing here?"

"I can't just visit my lovely parents on a random Wednesday afternoon?"

"Suspicious, but okay. Where's Hongjoong?"

"Gym." She sighs. "Okay, I lied. I did come here for a reason, actually."

"Of course, I figured. What is it?"

"You might wanna sit."

"Jiwoo, I have to make dinner."

"Fine, don't say I didn't warn you." She pauses dramatically. "Wooyoung's dating someone." Her mom gives her a look before returning her attention to the cutting board. 

"What's new?"

"No. It's like, a real relationship." Jiwoo doesn't even know what she means by this but it's the easiest way for her parents to understand.

"With who?"

"Y/N—" The skinned, uncooked potato slips out of her mom's hand and tumbles into the sink.

"What?!" She puts her knife down and places her hand on her hip. "Jung Jiwoo, you don't come into this house and start making jokes like that! What is wrong with you!"

"Who said it was a joke?! I just said it was real. Besides, the clown in this family is Wooyoung— certainly not I."

"Wooyoung.. is dating Y/N?!" 

"I know, woof. How devastating to actually have to share her now." Her mom takes a minute to sit on it before she screams happily in the kitchen, scaring the heebiejeebies out of their father.

"What on earth is going on?" He says, barreling into the kitchen from the back door. "Why are you screaming like that?"

"Wooyoung! He's finally dating a good girl!" She rejoices. "We did it! You manifested it! He's got a good girl! Y/N! Sweet Y/N!" She continues to cry. "There's hope! He's finally settling down and he's got a good girl!" She repeats.

"Y/N?! Yeah right."

"Dad." Jiwoo snorts. "It's serious. Wooyoung has serious lovey-dovey eyes for her. He looks like he's gonna vomit the 'L' word any day now. It's kinda wild. Your son is a changed man."

"The L word! A changed man!" Her mom yells.

"Honey, can you— what? Since when?" Her dad is moreso surprised and eager to know details, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter to hear more. "The L word?"

"Did he take her out on a date and everything? Where did they go?" Mom adds. 

"As far as I know, he's going to. He waited it out because of the whole thing with Papa. He's been helping take care of him, too."

"Jiwoo, you better make sure your brother doesn't—"

"Mom, relax." Jiwoo elongates her response. "It's gonna be fine! He told me his ideas and they're all great. You know Wooyoung is good at planning stuff. He's creative. He'll take her out on a good date and he'll take care of her." She fake shivers. "Please don't make me say more. It'll be fine! Trust!" It's almost like a signal goes off, or a radar, because Wooyoung comes strolling into the house right at this moment; stumbling into the kitchen to see his family huddled around together.

"Aw, you guys got together for me?" His shit-eating smirk dies when he sees the way his family looks. "What?" Wooyoung walks further into the kitchen, furrowing his brows at the way his mom looks like she's about to break down, while his dad is sporting a big grin with his arms crossed. "Why do you guys look like that? Feel like I just walked into Honey, I Shrunk the Kids." He sets his keys down on the kitchen table as Jiwoo giggles.

"The simp has arrived."

"What are you— oh my fucking god, Jiwoo. You told them, didn't you? You couldn't wait like 5 minutes for me to come and do it myself?!"

"You're too slow! Besides, she's my bestfriend and I can also share the news on her behalf, too. Remember, you're sharing with me." He mocks her before rolling his eyes.

"Shut up. I would've just called up the news station if I wanted it broadcasted by people other than myself." He scoffs. "No wonder mom looks like she's aboutta cry. Good going."

"It was gonna come out anyway!"

"Jung Wooyoung, you better take that girl out on a good date and take care of her. Don't lose that girl!"

—END

"Y/N." 

"Hi." You respond sweetly like you always do.

"Did Wooyoung take care of you tonight? Did you have fun?" 

"Yeah, I did. He did really well, actually." You look at him.

"Oh, thank God." You can faintly hear his dad in the background telling her to hang up the phone and leave you two alone, which she responds with a quick 'I'm going, I just wanna make sure they're okay' before returning her attention to you. "That's all I needed to know. You two take care and have a good evening, okay? Get some rest! And tell Wooyoung not to call me tomorrow. I know he will and I won't be picking up— anyway, my husband is getting on me. I'm so happy you had fun tonight! I'll leave you now, sweetheart."

"Okay, I'll let him know." You laugh a bit as you say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. "She said you can't call her tomorrow."

"To hell I can't." He clicks his teeth as you playfully hit his chest.

"What'd you ask for?"

"Some groceries."

"Wooyoung."

"What? I know she has extras." He smirks. "And I'm the favorite so I know she can't say no to me." He shuts his drawer. "I'll be back, baby. My turn to freshen up." He leans forward to peck you on the lips before heading over to the bathroom.

You let out a content sigh as you slip into Wooyoung's covers, the sheets against your skin feeling like heaven. You scroll through Instagram to see the stories Wooyoung has tagged you in— reliving the night through his candid pictures and videos. 

You smile to yourself because you truly can't remember the last time you seemed so genuinely happy. Maybe the summer party? But, it all goes back to Wooyoung.

You press the heart for all his stories, even reacting to one where he actually posted a picture of you and wrote out:

must have stumbled into a museum cause i found this work of art 😚

In which, you let out a small laugh to yourself before replying with a 'stop it' to his story. 

After watching a few reels in a row, Wooyoung steps back into the room. The hallway behind him is dark, the entire unit outside no longer lit. You feel the butterflies in your tummy knowing he'll slip into bed with you to cuddle soon.

"Still awake?"

"Yeah, but mm'pooped." Wooyoung laughs, shutting his bedroom door close. He's in an old, graphic tee and loose pants, fresh out of the shower himself. His hair is still slightly damp, some ends sticking to his neck as he shuts off the lights and crawls onto the bed. You've already settled into his covers, scrolling through your phone and letting Jiwoo know you and Wooyoung have made it home safely.

jiwoo: did you have fun? did my brother do well?!

jiwoo: mom was about to panic-cry earlier, she doesn't want wooyoung to lose you

you: he did, i had a lot of fun! ☺️ she doesn't have to worry. lol i'll tell you more tomorrow. we got home safely and are hanging out in the room now.

jiwoo: okay! 

jiwoo: 🤢

jiwoo: feel free to hold off on further details

jiwoo: but pls tell my brother he's still second best

jiwoo: ok mwah i love u talk to u later, bye!

You giggle just as Wooyoung slips in next to you, setting his phone on the charger sitting on the nightstand. You do the same, setting your phone next to his before sliding back down into the sheets.

"What happened?"

"Was just texting your sister."

"Oh ew, nevermind. Forget I asked." You turn to face him completely with a smile on your face.

"She said you were still second best." Wooyoung shakes his head and shrugs before turning to face you.

"Kinda funny she's accusing me of being second best when she was never first in the first place."

"Okay, Jung 2."

"She's like— what'd you just call me?" He gives you a look. You cover your mouth to prevent yourself from laughing in his face. But, it's too late— Wooyoung starts attacking you with tickles, pulling you close to him as his hands come to your sides. You squeal and beg for him to stop, trying your hardest to pry him off without hurting him. "Wanna try that again, baby?"

"I'm sorry, I'm kidding!" You squeal louder when he tickles you a little harder. "I'm sorry! I'm kidding! You're my boyfriend, it shouldn't matter—" He stops with a little groan, hand still up your [his] shirt. 

"Fuck. You're so lucky you're cute." He sighs heavily. "I'm your, what?"

"Boyfriend." He smiles proudly.

"Damn, that's right." You giggle. "I love when you say it."

"Please don't attack me again."

"As long as you keep saying cute shit and not relaying any info from the devil incarnate herself, we're good." You laugh, continuing to look up at Wooyoung as he hovers over you from the side. "What?" He asks when you don't respond, completely enamored by him.

"Nothing." You subconsciously play with his hair and twirl the ends.

"Doesn't seem like nothing." You shake your head before gaining the courage to lean up and kiss him. He smiles into it, not letting you part for long before he dips forward again— this time, deepening the kiss, intensifying it in ways you've never felt before. Each kiss feels heated and desperate, and all you want is to be consumed entirely by Wooyoung. His tongue licks into your mouth, teasingly swiping across your bottom lip before he sucks on it and pulls back with a pop. You chase after him greedily, your tongue now fighting with his for dominance. He squeezes at your side, hand slowly traveling down to find the hem of your lace panties. His fingers play with the band before Wooyoung roams down and gently rubs at your clothed pussy. "Oh." He smirks a bit. "Did you wear this for me, princess?" He asks lowly, gently nipping at your jaw. You let out a soft whine, his hand rubbing a little harder against you.

"Mhm."

"So hot." He licks at the surface of your neck before sucking gently, fingers now slowly removing the material down your legs. "Gonna need to take it off though, if that's okay with you."

"Yes, please."

"Good girl." He chuckles, successfully slipping your panties off and tossing them onto the floor. He gives your thigh another squeeze before slowly swiping his fingers up and down your folds. "Everything about you is perfect."

"Wooyoung." You mewl, shifting in your position on the bed. He bites onto his bottom lip, thumb applying more pressure at your nub. You let out soft, breathy moans, back slightly arching off of the mattress. He slides in two digits, pumping them in and out of you at a slow pace to test the waters. He loves the way you automatically cock your legs open for him, giving him all the access he needs to feel you.

"So wet for me already, babygirl." He watches as your face contorts in pleasure. He begins to finger fuck you faster; relishing in the squelching noises, fingers dripping with your wetness. "Can I take care of you, hm? Do you want that?" He asks in a teasing manner, slowly moving his body downwards after removing his digits from inside of you.

You feel so empty.

"I do. Please." You beg. He leaves kisses down your stomach, your thighs. He presses a light kiss to your pussy before licking a stripe up and in between your folds. A loud whine leaves your lips just as he works his tongue on you, flicking at your heat before sucking onto it. 

"Gonna cum for me, pretty? Wanna see you cum on my mouth." He demands. He messily eats away, devouring every last drop of you as he spreads you open— lapping at your entrance, your clit. You don't even realize you've been slowly grinding your hips against his mouth, craving to relieve this tension, this ache, that you feel so badly within your core. Wooyoung goes between fingering you and tonguing your clit down until you feel the coil threatening to snap. 

"W-Wooyoung— oh god, yes—" You cry, suddenly tipping over the edge, legs trembling and feeling like jello. He keeps his head in between your thighs, continuing to suck away at your sensitive clit even when you try to close him out. You eventually come back down from cloud nine and steady yourself, Wooyoung's head slowly lifting from his current position.

"You okay?" He smiles. "Tasted so good. Can't get enough of you." He kisses your abdomen.

"More than okay." He chuckles, watching your chest rise and fall as you regulate your breathing. "Woo." You call his name in a daze post-orgasm.

"Mm?" He hums as he continues to press a trail of small kisses from your inner thighs, back up to your chest.

Neck.

Jaw. 

Corner of your lips.

"Can I try being on top?" He almost freezes because he sure as hell wasn't ready to hear that question. But, he's not complaining. Hell, he's hard as a fucking rock just hearing it replay in his head; in that delicate, soft tone of yours.

"Yeah, god—yeah. Please."

"I'm not that great, though. I didn't really get to experience different positions in my last relationship." 

"Don't say that, love. It's fine, and it doesn't matter."

"You're making me shy." You shyly giggle, climbing onto his lap once he settles. You sit back for a bit, stroking him through his boxers until they're joining your panties, his clothes, on the floor. You watch as his eyes roll back and shut close, small moans leaving his lips as you continue to pump him up and down. The more you keep up with a steady pace, the more Wooyoung feels like he'll explode when he's not entirely ready to be done with you just yet.

"Baby. Wait, wait—" He stops you. "Need you now. Don't wanna cum until I'm inside of you." You feel yourself clenching over nothing, but you still fear you won't be good; that you won't be good enough for him.

"I'm just afraid I won't be good for you."

"You'll always be more than enough." He reassures you with a kiss to the lips. "I'll help guide you if needed, okay?" He watches as you position yourself on him, lining him up at your entrance. He lets out a choked moan when he feels you slowly sink down on him, head cocking back in pleasure against the headboard. "Mm, fuuuck— god, you're so tight."

"Oh my god, Woo." You whimper, feeling completely full with Wooyoung's hard cock sat inside you.

"Take your time." He lets out breathily, hands gripping your hips. "You can move when you feel comfortable." You nod, hands resting on his shoulders. You begin to rock your hips back and forth;

Back and forth.

Tug and pull.

In and out.

"How does it feel?" 

"So fucking good, princess— oh—fuck— just like that." He moans brokenly, hissing in between when you start to work your hips more comfortably against him. "Can I?" He tugs on the end of your shirt, wasting no time to tear it off your body once you nod and give him the green light. "Holy shit." He says, marveling at the sight of your plump breasts in front of him. "Perfect for me." He mutters right before taking a nipple into your mouth; tongue working in circles before sucking on your perked bud. His thumb plays and pinches the other until he's ready to give it more attention, following the same movements. You let out a loud cry, hips moving faster in response to the way Wooyoung's lapping against you. "You like that, babygirl?" He watches you through hooded lids as you tilt your head back, the sounds of your wet pussy against him filling the room.

"Y-yes." You can barely respond. Wooyoung holds you close, hands tangled in his hair as his hands cascade up your sides, your back. You're pressed against him, his pelvis wet with your slickness; clit rubbing against him deliciously. 

"Doing so good for me, baby. You know how to ride me so well." He praises against your skin, leaving feathery kisses on your body. "You feel so good wrapped around me." He continues, lips now coming up to graze yours as you maintain eye contact— forehead pressed against Wooyoung's. Your hip movements become sloppier, more erratic; the both of you moaning into each other's mouths.

"Wooyoung. Think I'm gonna—" You whine. "I'm gonna cum again—" You continue to whine and whimper in between.

"Please cum. So I can— jesus christ." He pants, biting onto his bottom lip when he finds himself hanging on his last thread. After another couple of rolls against him, you feel yourself unraveling once again. You grip the ends of his hair tightly as you come undone on his cock, a huge wave of euphoria crashing through your body. "Shit, yeah. That's it, love. Cum all over me." Wooyoung eggs you on as you continue to deal with the aftershocks of your orgasm, body still twitching in his grip. He holds your hips tightly, taking his turn to fuck up into you harshly despite your sensitivity. "Agh— baby—" He chokes out. "Baby." He breathes out against your neck. "Cumming—hmfuck—" He groans. 

"Give it to me, Woo. Please." You feel his release; white ribbons shooting into you, cock twitching against your walls. His hands dig deep into your hips until he releases every last bit inside of you, panting and breathing heavily to bring himself back down from his high.

"God." He says, lazily kissing your chest. Collarbone. Neck. "Fucking amazing."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Too good. I'm beat. Rode the hell out of me." You laugh and playfully bite his shoulder. You press another kiss to his lips, holding it for just a second longer before you remove yourself from on top and plop next to him. He grabs a few napkins from the nightstand, wiping you down before working on himself. You snuggle back under the sheets, having no energy to worry about your shirt or panties. Wooyoung welcomes you right into his arms, his body heat keeping you warm as he presses himself against you.

You fit so perfectly.

Your head is pressed against his chest, his heartbeat humming against your ear— soothing you in the now stillness of his room. The exhaustion hits you fast, eyes feeling heavy the more you relax in his hold. Wooyoung lies awake, even though he truly is tired after tonight. But, he wouldn't have it any other way. He smiles to himself thinking about how perfectly this entire day played out;

How lucky he is to have you.

And even though he's terrified at what your response would be if he were to tell you how deeply he feels, he knows [either way] there's no going back because he's locked into this. He knows this is where he wants to be, and he knows this is where he'll stay.

Right here with you.

"Y/N?" He calls for your name softly. You don't respond at first because it's the moment you do fall asleep for a quick minute, soft snores leaving you as you rest against him. He looks down and chuckles, pulling you closer to him as if there was any other possible way to get you closer. "Sweet dreams, baby." He whispers against your temple before coming down to your ear. "I love you." Wooyoung is completely okay letting it out even though he isn't expecting a response. He's said it out loud, he's put it out into the universe. He feels relief, and it makes it even realer for Wooyoung when he realizes he doesn't wanna stop saying it. Because he does, he loves you. He probably has for a long time. 

His special girl.

Biggest thing in his itty bitty world.

You do hear it, though. You do. And with how much you adore Wooyoung, you obviously can't help yourself when you respond sleepily with a:

"I love you too, Woo."

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[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

a/n: This chapter is not for the faint of heart.... grab your wine or chamomile tea and buckle up!😰

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Warnings: Angst, Fluff, violence, mentions of past rape/trauma, explicit language, SMUT, 18+ MDNI, aggression, rough sex, creampie, marking/biting, pet names, somnophilia (if you squint)

WC: 5003

Chapter 10

It was the next morning, Chan and his betas were back at the Ahgase house ready to have breakfast. He hoped to create a lasting friendship with this pack, learning from them and being a more patient and fair alpha like Jaebeom. Maybe he was being too reckless, Jaebeom’s suggestion of talking it out on his mind all night. Was he being too impulsive? Maybe talking would be an easier way to solve this problem.

 “You sleep at all?” Seungcheol asked Chan with a chuckle.

“Not really.” Chan forced a smile.

They knocked, the door swinging open and an energetic Jackson bringing them into a big hug. “So good to see you guys. Come in.”

They followed him in, through the house and onto the back deck. The deck was elevated to the second story, overlooking the yard below. The treeline and mountains were an inviting view as they stepped outside. There was a large table out here as well. It looked to be a marble slab with metal railings in a zigzag formation supporting it. There were also fourteen chairs, metal framed with a cushion and curved back.

Jaebeom and the rest of the pack were at the table already, chatting amongst themselves when they stepped outside. Jaebeom smiled warmly as they entered.

“I figured it was such a beautiful morning, we could enjoy the fresh air while we eat. Please…. sit.” Jaebeom said. “We have mimosas and breakfast is on the way.”

Once everyone was seated, Jaebeom stood. “Here’s to our alliance. To new friendships and brotherhood.”

“Here’s to taking down that bastard of an alpha.” Yugyeom snickered.

They all raised their glasses in a toast, sipping the mimosas. Jaebeom sat down as the ladies from last night brought out breakfast dishes and placed them on the runner decorating the center of the table. There were several gourmet options, Hyunjin and Jisung practically salivating at the sight. 

There were eggs benedict, bananas foster belgian waffles, lemon blueberry scones, buttermilk pancakes, smoked sausage, apple maple bacon  and seasonal fruit. It was just as luxurious as the dinner from yesterday.

It also tasted just as good, the boys definitely eating too much. Jisung’s cheeks were so full the whole time as they conversed through breakfast. It was a lovely meal but unfortunately the time had come to part ways, Chan wanting to get back home.

“We will definitely have to invite all of you over for dinner as a thank you soon.” Chan noted.

“We don’t wanna impose on your omega so make sure you ask her first.” Jaebeom says, nodding towards Chan.

“Of course. But I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. And please bring your omegas with you too. I think it would be good for y/n.” Chan insisted.

“That’s a great idea. We will have to set that up.” Seungcheol smiled.

“I will wait for your invitation.” Jaebeom said with a smile. 

“Me too.” Seungcheol pointed his finger at him. “And don’t forget to email me that document when you get home.”

“I won’t. You should have it by four. If not, I might have gotten distracted so just call me.” Chan stated.

Jaebeom nodded and off the two packs went. They got into their respective cars and pulled off, heading back home. Chan sent a text in the group chat before pulling off.

Hey. Alliance secured! On our way back. 

We should be home in a couple hours!

Jisung texted too:

How’s y/n?

They were nearly an hour into their drive, Hyunjin was playing DJ, rapping along to the songs, while Jisung played his video game. They only had a few hours left, but Jisung complained he had to pee. Chan reluctantly pulled over at the nearest rest stop and let him. Chan took the opportunity too, Hyunjin having gone before they left. After a couple minutes, they were back on the road, driving towards home on the local highway.

“Jinnie, babe, are you trying to put me to sleep?” Chan asked.

“No.” Hyunjin smirked. “Don’t like classical music?”

“Not while I’m driving…and tired.” 

“I can drive and you rest.” Hyunjin offered.

“It’s fine. I just wanna get back home. Then I can rest”

Jisung snored dramatically from the backseat.

“Yah! I’m changing it.” Hyunjin glared, making Jisung laugh.

The music changed from a piano lullaby to an upbeat, bass booming song. Chan drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, singing along.

“Better?” Hyunjin asked, scratching the back of Chan’s head briefly.

“Yes.” Chan smiled, eyes focused on the road.

“Better, Ji?” Hyunjin shot daggers at him

“I guess.” Jisung shrugged, making Hyunjin roll his eyes.

CRASH!

Glass shatters, pieces flying everywhere as the car is jerked sideways. The car swerves, flipping one… two… three times before landing upside down in the ditch on the side of the road. The underside of the car smoked a bit as it creaked and settled. A dark van, coincidentally being the only car on the road, squealing to a stop. Five large men climbed out, hurrying over to the car.

Inside, Chan groaned, looking over to his betas. They all were hanging upside down, superficial cuts from the glass decorating their skin. The car was bent and crushed, glass shards and fragments of metal littering the roof.

“Hyunjin? Jisung?” He called out, coughing as he reached towards Hyunjin.

“Mmm….what happened?” Jisung muttered from the back, his hand going to his head only to find a trail of blood near his hairline.

“I don’t know.” Chan looked over at Hyunjin. “Jinnie?”

Hyunjin didn’t answer, unconscious as the seatbelt held him up.

Chan hurried to undo his own seatbelt, dropping to the roof. He winced but reached for Hyunjin, feeling a heartbeat in his neck. He breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly his door was forced open. Two men pulled him out, sticking a needle in his neck before he could realize he wasn’t being rescued. He shook from their hold, landing a punch to one of the men before his body went limp and they carried him over to the van.

“Chan! Chan!” Jisung yelled, trying to undo his seatbelt but it was jammed.

Two more men were pulling out Hyunjin, making Jisung squirm in his seatbelt. He was fighting against the restraint as he tried to save his mates. Three more came over to his side and pried the door open. It didn’t give easily, the frame bent out of shape. They had to use tools but eventually got it open.

“No. Get the fuck away from me.” Jisung growled.

The men just laughed, one reaching in quickly to slice the seatbelt. Jisung dropped to the roof but before he could gather himself, they also stuck him with a needle. His body too went limp and they dragged him from the car.

Carefully turning around to see Minho, you see him resting, small snores coming from his mouth. You attempted to slip away but his hold tightened. You tried to remain calm and peel his arm from you. He groaned, shifting as he slept. Looking at the nightstand, the clock informed you it was half past ten. The rest of the boys were probably eating breakfast or about to.

You tried again once more, but this time he opened his eyes. He looked at you, breathing in your smell and smirking. He leaned forward, kissing your cheek and down your neck.

You tensed and whispered, “Minho?”

With all the resolve he could muster, he pulled back.

“You should go. Before I lose control.” he whispered.

“It’s your rut, isn’t it?”

He nodded, eyes squeezed shut. 

You fully turned around to face him, his face twisted as if in pain. You caressed his cheek, and his face relaxed. His eyes opened, a deep honey color to them, as they looked into yours. You don't know if it was his scent clouding your better judgment or the fear of making him mad, but you didn’t leave.

“Y/n…please. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. I don’t want to hurt or scare you.” Minho whispered, the restraint evident in his voice.

“No.” 

He looked at you wide eyed.

“As your omega, I should help you.”

“It’s too soon.” Minho sat up, trying to clear his head. 

“I am still getting over everything they did to me, yes. But I care about you all so much. I don’t want you in pain or suffering if I can do something to help.” You said, resting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re my pack now. I didn’t get to help Jeongin but I can help you.”

“Chan should be first to lay claim to you. He’s the head alpha.” Minho says, looking straight ahead.

“But you need help now.”

Annoyed, Minho abruptly got out of bed. 

“I know you care for me. And because you do, you won’t hurt me like the Nykos did. At least let me take the edge off.”

“No. Go get Felix or someone.” he practically growled.

You stood up and walked over to him, resting a hand on his upper arm. “Minho…please let me-”

He cut you off, pushing you back into the wall and pinning your hands on either side of your head with a growl. Startled, you let out a little squeal. Your heart began to race and you grew nervous of his next move as felt the heat radiating off his body. 

“See. You’re afraid.” he stated.

  You could feel his breath on your face as you were engulfed in his rut scent. God he smelled so good.

“I don’t…” he trailed off, releasing you.

“Minho..” you say in a small voice.

“I don’t want you to hate me.” His voice was barely audible.

“This is my choice. I’m choosing this. I would not hate you for this. Please Minho…” you say, reaching up to stroke his cheek. 

He sighed heavily, leaning into your touch. “I’ll try my best to be gentle.”

You smile up at him, melting his tough exterior. He smashes his lips onto yours, lifting you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as you make out. His tongue pushes past your lips, dancing with yours as he deepens the kiss. You could feel the warmth going straight to your core.

Of course you were nervous and scared. You had never had a good experience since it was always forced on you. This time, however, felt empowering since it was your choice. You were still worried how he would act but he was your soulmate so it shouldn’t be awful, right? Not like the other hybrids who used you and were extremely rough, not caring about your well-being.

Minho laid you down on the bed, quickly ripping off your clothes. He kissed you hungrily, trailing down your neck and attaching his lips to your nipple. You gasp, it felt amazing. You had them bitten and yanked, but never sucked and the feeling had you floating.

He sucked both buds before kissing lower, down to your core. The other hybrids never went down on you, not caring about your pleasure. If they wanted a taste, they briefly used their fingers. So when Minho swipes his tongue through your folds, collecting your wetness on his tongue, you moan.

Your moan excites him, his throbbing dick twitching in his boxers. He was definitely happy to be the first to show you how sex should be. He licked and suckled, prodding your hole with his tongue. Your juices were so sweet - the sweetest he’s ever tasted. He slurped and circled your clit, making your back arch.

You had cum a few times, just enough to know when it was about to happen. And right now, Minho had you already about to snap. Your hand found its way to Minho’s hair, and you tugged in the effort to ground yourself. He groaned, the vibrations sending you over the edge. You came all over his tongue and he lapped at the juices. Your legs tried to squeeze closed around his head but he pinned them down.

As you came down, he crawled up your body with a mischievous look on his face. His eyes were so dark now they were almost black, displaying just how much his control was slipping away. You shuddered at his predatory gaze.

“Minho?” your voice was barely above a whisper.

He didn’t answer, too lost in the moment as his instincts took over. 

He lined himself up with your entrance, sliding harshly inside. You wince, a pained groan slipping from your mouth. He was big and stretching you out. You swear none of the other hybrids were this thick. Your pussy wasn’t used to this and should have been prepped but his rut didn’t allow for the patience to do so.

He groaned as he thrusted, you were so tight, gripping him as you tried to adjust to him. You breathed through it, wanting to support your alpha. You could already feel the bond strengthening between you two - between the pack too as you were claimed by one of the alphas. It awakened something inside you and you relaxed underneath him as the pleasure overtook you.

“Fuck you feel so good, baby.” he moaned.

You ran your fingers along his chiseled body, taking in every curve and contour. He had a few minor scars here and there, although not as much as you did. His skin was soft and warm under your touch, electricity flowing through your fingertips from the contact.

You could feel the coil inside you tightening. It felt good…too good. Wow it’s never felt like this. Moans were falling from your mouth as he continued thrusting. He latched onto your nipples once more and you arched into his touch, one hand tangled in his hair. 

“Ugh…you’re so tight, kitten.” Minho groaned.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, his dick hitting deeper inside you. He continued to hit your cervix and you were seeing stars. The coil snapped and you came with a loud moan of his name.

“Fuck!” he gritted, spurting his cum deep inside you.

His hips stuttered as he filled you, gripping your hips. Your chest heaved as you came down from your high. His smell was intoxicating and you felt like you were on cloud nine. Was it always going to be like this?

He slipped his cock from your heat, making you wince. You wanted more - it felt too good. He must have read your mind because he flipped you onto your hands and knees and thrusted back into you. You gasped, clenching around him as you gripped the sheets. 

“Fuck..kitten.” He growled.

He began thrusting into you and you could feel the orgasm building yet again. You didn’t think he could fill you any deeper, but somehow he did. You didn’t want it to stop as it felt so incredible. You would have gotten over your fears faster and helped Jeongin if you had known it would be this mind-blowing.

Leaning forward, Minho flushed with your back, he hit your sweet stop repeatedly. Your orgasm was approaching fast as he continued to grunt and growl in your ear, the sound of skin slapping nearly drowned out by your moans.

“Minho…” you whined.

“I know, kitten.” Minho whispered.

He leaned into your hair, sniffing at your scent gland. Your scent mixed with your arousal was making him feral. He pushed your hair to one side, exposing your scent gland even more. It was then he was reminded of the branding Lewis put on you - because it certainly wasn’t the bite of a soulmate.

His eyes glowed red with anger at the idea of his soulmate being marked by another hybrid. You were his. You belonged to his pack and no one else's. He was so angry, he couldn’t see straight. He couldn’t stand to see that alpha’s mark on you. He opened his mouth and bit down near your scent gland.

You cried out, pain pouring into every muscle, tissue, and vein in your body. Your body shook, your orgasm washing over you. You rode the high, legs shaking as he latched onto you. He groaned as you squeezed around his cock but he didn’t let go. 

It was overwhelming and too much, making you see stars. Your vision began to get hazy as your orgasm continued to wash over you. Your whole body shook, eyes squeezed shut. You don’t know how long it lasted but eventually your body went limp and everything went dark. Minho released his mouth and fell with you, finally able to resume thrusting as you relaxed around his cock.

He was too gone to realize the gravity of what he just did.

Seungmin, Felix, Changbin, and Jeongin burst into Minho’s room. They heard you scream and now you were lying lifelessly on the bed as he continued to thrust into you. He was kissing across your back as he chased his own high. 

The boys were hit with the smell of his rut and panicked.

“What happened?!” Changbin nearly yelled.

Minho growled in response, flashing his red, possessive eyes at them. They knew it was not a good idea to interrupt an alpha and his omega….especially during his rut but they had no choice. It was too soon and they knew you weren’t ready to engage in such activities. Little did they know you insisted.

 “Minho….focus on my voice.” Changbin spoke calmly.

Minho growled in response, shielding you with his body. Changbin moved forward, as did Seungmin and Jeongin, and quickly lunged towards Minho. He growled and thrashed but they managed to get a grip on him and pull him off of you. You whimpered as he slipped from your tight heat, Felix hurried over and covered you in a sheet.

The boys pinned Minho to the far wall, him growling and fighting their hold. Felix noticed the bloody bite on the top of your shoulder near your scent gland and his eyes went wide. 

“Y/n?” Felix delicately brushed your hair back from your face. 

You didn’t wake.

Minho growled, making Felix jump. Felix was very sensitive to emotions, so he was scared and anxious with all the smells around him - anger, arousal, rut, worry, fear. Felix quickly scooped you up and brought you down to the med room, laying you on the bed. He pulled out his phone, dialing Doctor Quinn and putting her on speaker. Then he grabbed his stethoscope and blood pressure cuff. 

The phone rang five times. No answer.

“Dammit.” Felix panicked, hitting the call button again.

His hands were shaking, tears threatening to fall as he listened to your heart.

No answer.

“Fuck.” Felix rasped. “Answer doc!”

Felix called Doctor Quinn once more.

“Hello?” Quinn finally answered. 

“Thank god. I need you here immediately. Something’s wrong with y/n. She won’t wake up and she’s bleeding and-” Felix rambled, lip trembling.

“Felix, slow down. What’s wrong?” Quinn said in a calm voice.

“Y/n!” Felix exclaimed, tears filling his eyes. “Something’s wrong. Minho marked her and now she's not waking up.” 

“Minho marked her? Not Chan? Where’s Chan?”

“He’s not here! He took two betas to make an alliance.”

“Okay. Um, I'm with a patient right now. What’s her heart rate and BP?”

“It’s faint, I don’t know.” Felix threw his hands in the air.

“Felix, calm down. You need to take a breath. You can’t help her if you don’t collect yourself.”

Felix took a shaky breath.

“Okay. Tell me her vitals. Can you do that?” Doctor Quinn asked, her voice gently.

“Yes.” Felix sniffled.

With shaky hands, Felix told her your heart rate was fifties. He then measured your blood pressure, informing Quinn it was 60/40. 

“I'm almost done here Felix and then I will be right there. Give her fluids and keep an eye on her vitals. It sounds like she's sub-dropping.”

“Oh no…” Felix's eyes pooled with tears, streaming down his cheeks. “Isn't that fatal?!”

“Not always. I'll be there soon.”

With that, Quinn hung up in an effort to finish up with her current patient. Felix looked at you with such love and worry. He just got you…you couldn’t be taken from him now.

Meanwhile, the boys were bringing Minho to the rut house. There were chains there if needed for an extreme rut. They may have used it once but never had a regular need for it. Changbin chained Minho to the wall and he growled, not wanting anything to do with him.

“Let me have her.” He growled.

“Minho. Get a hold of yourself.” Changbin challenged.

“I’ve never seen him like this…” Jeongin whispered.

“I think y/n made him feral.” Changbin muttered, walking over to the others.

“Did you see he marked her?” Seungmin asked.

“Chan’s not going to like this.” Changbin ruffled his hair.

“Should we call him?” Jeongin asked.

“We shouldn’t worry him. Plus he should be on his way home by now.” Seungmin said.

“It’s just nearly noon.” Changbin looked at his phone. “He texted. He’s on the way. Jeongin, go help Felix and call him.” Changbin said.

Jeongin ran back home, coming in through the basement doors. He closed the door behind him, pulling out his phone when he heard crying. It was coming from the med room. His stomach dropped and he rushed over. He saw Felix laying his head in your lap, crying. Your skin was pale and it didn’t look like you were breathing. He couldn’t hear a heartbeat over Felix’s sobbing.

“Felix?” Jeongin whispered.

His head popped up, eyes puffy and cheeks tear stained. “She’s gone, Innie.”

“What?” Jeongin found the will to move and came over, gripping your wrist and looking for a pulse. “No. Fix her.”

“There’s nothing I can do. She sub-dropped. And Doc Quinn isn’t answering her phone.” Felix cried once more.

“You’re our medic. What would Doc Quinn do if she was here?”

“I did CPR for nearly five minutes.”

“What meds would Doc Quinn give her?” Jeongin asks as he comes over and begins CPR once more.

“Jeongin…”

“WHAT MEDICINE!?” Jeongin growled, not realizing his Alpha dominance was taking over.

“I, uh…” Felix stumbled over to the medicine cabinet. “Think, Felix, think.”

After a few seconds, Felix came over and injected you with a couple different medicines straight to your heart.

“What are those?” Jeongin asked.

“Epi and Amiodarone.” 

“Now what?”

“We continue CPR and hope Quinn gets here soon.”

“Call Chan.”

Felix looks at him with eyes so big it was shocking they didn’t fall from his head. 

“I was supposed to but I’m busy. Call Chan.” Jeongin said again.

Felix swallowed thickly and pulled out his phone. He dialed Chan but he didn’t answer. He tried Hyunjin and Jisung too.

“No one is answering.”

Jeongin rolled his eyes.

“Let’s switch.” Felix said.

They switched and Felix took his turn. 

“How’s Minho?” Felix asked.

“I think she made him feral.” Jeongin said, inspecting the mark.

“I’m afraid to clean it. I don’t want to hurt her.” Felix explained.

“You wouldn’t hurt her right now.” It slipped out before Jeongin realized.

They remained silent.

Chan slowly came to, his head pounding and his whole body aching. He groaned, reaching to massage his muscles when he felt a restraint. Opening his eyes he realized he was sitting in a dungeon of some sort. The smell was….familiar. Awful but familiar. There were chains around his wrists, securing him to the wall. He got up, looking around to see a wire cot with a thin, water stained mattress. There was a hole in the floor off towards the back.

Oh shit… Chan thought.

He was with the Nykos.

“Hyunjin? Jisung?” He called out. “Hyunjin!? Jisung!?”

He looked through the cell door, and across the walkway was Hyunjin beginning to stir. He looked around, restrained as well.

“Where the hell are we?” Hyunjin freaked out, standing and fighting against the shackles.

“Jinnie, relax. We are with the Nykos.” Chan stated.

“The Nykos?” Jisung questioned, coming to his cell door. “You mean this is where y/n spent her life?”

“Afraid so.”

“It smells like shit in here.” Jisung pinched his nose.

“We gotta figure out a way out.” Chan stated, looking around.

“Hey, miss? Can you help us?” Jisung called to the girl across from her cell.

“Jisung, who are you talking to?” Chan asked.

“There’s a girl in the cell next to yours.” Jisung explained. “Do you remember y/n?” 

The girl ignored him, cowering in the corner. She could smell the alpha and it terrified her. Hell, even the betas scared her. She was definitely not as brave as you had been.

“Stop scaring her.” Hyunjin says.

Jisung gives her a half smile before sitting on the mattress, groaning at the lack of support and cushion. 

There was a creak of a door and then footsteps descending. The smell of alpha hit their noses and the girl whimpered. They all stood alert, watching for what would happen. Alpha Lewis stepped to Chan’s cell.

“So you thought you could steal my omega and I wouldn’t find out?”

“She’s not yours.” Chris snapped.

Lewis laughed, stepping aside. His men opened the cell and snatched Chan, bringing him down the hall to his torture room. Chan was chained to the wall, barely having room to move his limbs this time. Lewis went over and pulled a stick off the wall.

“Why don’t we talk this out like adults.” Chan suggested. “I’m sure we can come to an agreement.”

“Is the big bad alpha scared?” Lewis mocks.

“Beat me all you want. I’m not afraid. I know she belongs with us.” Chan says.

Lewis flings his arm to the side, the stick expanding. He presses a button and the end crackles. He shoves it in Chan’s side and he groans.

“We had an agreement once already and you broke it.” Lewis reminds, shocking him once more. “Let’s see how long before the True Alpha breaks.”

“You know I didn’t kill my brother. You were there.”

“Doesn’t matter. Society will never see you as the True Alpha.”

Chan growled, fighting against the restraints.

Lewis electrocuted him once more. “I can do this all day, Chris.”

“Don’t call me that.” Chan seethes.

“No? It’s your name, is it not?”

“Not anymore.”

“Shame” Lewis jabs him with another five hundred volts of electricity.

“Stop!” Hyunjin cries out.

Lewis smirks, making his way over to the betas.

“You can take his place if you like…” Lewis gestured.

“No…” Chan growled, out of breath as he recovered.

“Why did you bring us here? To torture and kill us?” Jisung asked.

“No. You’re bait for my sweet little omega to come back to me.” Lewis answered, coming over to Jisung’s cell.

Without warning, He stuck the pole between the slots of the cell door and shocked Jisung. He cried out, falling back.

“Leave us alone.” Hyunjin growled.

Lewis stepped over, looking Hyunjin deep in the eyes and smirked. “That was her exact cell you’re standing in. Maybe you can leave her a little note for when she returns.” 

Hyunjin banged on the door, only making Lewis laugh as he returned back to Chan.

Knock. Knock.

It was doctor Quinn at the basement door. Felix poked his head out the med room, ushering her in. She hurried over.

“Talk to me.” She said, coming in to see Jeongin holding your hand.

“We got a faint heart beat about five minutes ago.” Felix stated.

“How long without one?” Quinn asked, looking over your new mark.

Felix and Jeongin exchanged glances, the silence making Quinn look up.

“Nearly…twenty minutes of CPR.” Felix said in a small voice.

“Twenty minutes? Two Zero?”

Felix nodded. “I gave her epi and amiodarone.”

Quinn took your vitals as they both stood by and watched.

“Her blood pressure is still low and her she’s brachycardic.” Quinn explained. “We will need to keep an eye on her until she regains consciousness. So tell me what the hell happened.”

“I guess Minho started his rut this morning. They were…you know, when we heard her scream. We all rushed in and he was on top of her still going even though she was unconscious. I don’t know if he even knows what happened.” Felix told her.

“He went feral?”

“I think so.” 

“So she probably screamed when he bit her, seeing as she was already marked. Although that mark is fading.” Quinn shook her head. “I told Chan to have me there when he felt it was time and she was ready. I never expected this to happen. Where’s Minho now?”

“Rut house chained up. He kept trying to get back to her.” Jeongin explained. “He didn’t want any help from us.”

“He might eventually calm down and allow one of you to help so keep trying.” Quinn said.

“So what do we do now?” Felix asks.

“Now we wait for her to wake.” Quinn asked.

They waited hours, Minho alone in the rut house as everyone sat in the basement. It was awkwardly quiet as they all strained their ears to focus on your heart rate. 

Changbin’s phone ringing broke the silence. He stood, moving to take the call outside.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Hello. This is Seungcheol. I was calling because I can’t seem to reach Chan. I called him a few times and Minho as well but neither of them answered. Did he make it home?”

“Uh…no. They aren’t here.” Changbin turned from the door, facing everyone.

They were so caught up with waiting for you to wake, they lost track of time and realized their mates never showed up.

“He was supposed to send me a document by four. They should have been home by now.” Seungcheol noted.

“They definitely should have been home.” Changbin snapped his fingers and Felix was quick to call Chan. Jeongin called Hyunjin and Seungmin called Jisung.

They all received no answer.

“They aren’t answering us either.”

“Seems like the Nykos made their move…” Seungcheol said. “We’ll be there within the hour.”

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after hours 🪩🌃🥂

chapter 1 of 6? not 100% sure how many chapters I'll do so tbd

summary: reader is going about their usual night of work, performing half naked for a crowd of drunk men, but there's a new face in the audience tonight, and it's who they least expect. one of the most popular singers of their time, billie eilish, is sitting directly in front of the stage, eyes glued to the reader as they perform, and the connection between the two continues to grow as the night goes on.

warnings: lowkey none? all I can think of is swearing bc there's no smut in this chapter it's just building up to the next chapter where there will be smut, so kinda alludes to sex. mentions of strippers (y/n is a stripper) and all the shit that comes with that so if you don't like sex workers don't read this (also hello what's wrong with you, sex workers deserve equal respect but whatever)

word count: 2.5k

a/n: this isn't fully like proofread but i checked for spelling errors and stuff so it should be okay. this is chapter 1 of my new series so yeah hopefully ygs like it!

bright stage lights shined as the dj started his next set, the music blaring from the speakers all around the club. if you weren't here all the time it would probably be beyond overwhelming but you're used to it, having worked at the club for almost 6 months now. you were side stage looking through the crowd so you could try to find the "big spenders", aka the middle aged men who had nothing better or more meaningful to spend their ridiculous amounts of wealth on. those were the guys you wanted to target- making eye contact with them while dancing, making sure they get to see all your best moves nice and clearly, and of course throwing in a wink here and there. this was your usual routine to try to get these wealthier men to buy private dances, which was what made you the most money. but this time as you scanned the room expecting to see your usual suspects, you instead found a woman your age sitting right in the front. you could almost make out her face and she seemed vaguely familiar but it didn't really matter. what mattered more was the huge stack of cash she had on her. you knew it was time to lay it on real thick with her and do what you do best so you could take a good bit of that cash home with you. walking back to the dressing room for a quick moment, you do all your final touch-ups with your makeup, throwing on a little extra glitter, then you make sure that your heels are strapped on tight and that you have as much skin showing as possible. after taking one last sip of water, you're ready to go.

as soon as you get to the stage you start with your opening routine, throwing extra looks to the mystery woman in the front row. as you perform your other routines and do a little bit of improv on the pole, you find yourself feeling weirdly drawn to the woman. at first it was all just performative in hopes of making more money but as the night went on you couldn't seem to get her out of your head. it came as no surprise that she was quite generous with her cash tips, tucking hundred dollar bills in your bra like it was nothing. your dancing continued on until you stole a glance at the clock and realized you were supposed to have gone on your break nearly 15 minutes ago. after exiting the stage you gathered all the cash tips you got, pulling them out from underneath your skimpy outfit, most of them having been placed by the mysterious woman. even as you sat in the dressing room and drank your water, your mind still wandered to her and to who she could be. you knew all the regulars, recognized all the faces of the desperate men who clearly spent all their free time at the club, and she wasn't one of them. and that's not to say you hadn't seen women in the club before, there was always at least one or two women carefully watching the dancers' every move on the tiny stage. but she was different. not only was she the most breathtaking woman you'd literally ever seen, she also was only watching you. as each dancer had taken their turn in the front and center her eyes had stayed locked on you, following you everywhere you went, and you could feel it. and the strangest thing of all was the fact that you swore you had seen her face somewhere before, recognized her from something, but you couldn't put your finger on what.

grabbing your phone out of your bag you tried to bring your focus to something besides this mystery woman, starting to mindlessly scroll through your instagram feed. you opened one of your friends' close stories to see they had reposted something about the one year anniversary of some album being released. as you watched the video, you nearly started to zone out until you saw it. saw her. confusion spread over your face as you tried to get a closer look, but just as you nearly focused your eyes on her, the story was finished and it went to the next one. frozen for a second, you thought maybe you were imagining things or maybe you were just confused, and you should just move on and keep scrolling through stories. but you couldn't help yourself, you had to go back, had to go click on the post and look closer. after just a few seconds of the video playing you knew you were right. it was unmistakably the woman who had been wordlessly captivating your every thought. the woman who, moments ago, was slipping hundred dollar bills into your bra like they were nothing. looking up to see the user who had made the post, the realization finally hitting you. it was billie eilish.

not knowing what to do with this information you sat and stared at your phone, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and shock. you could've easily sat there for hours, completely unaware of the rest of the world, only focused on the fact that billie eilish herself had been sitting right in front of the stage as you performed your routines, her eyes fixated on you and you alone. but your moment of awe was quickly cut short by the sound of the dressing room door flying open, the loud mixture of music and cheering becoming clear for just a second as your friend walked into the room, letting the door slam behind her. 

you snapped out of your thoughts as she called out your name, nearly shouting at you. "y/n? you were supposed to be back on 5 minutes ago, i stayed onstage an extra few minutes to give you some extra time but i need to get home so you've gotta get back out there. like now!" shit. you hadn't been watching the clock to know when your break was over. "oh fuck i'm sorry girl, i lost track of time." you said, nearly letting your mind wander back to what had kept you from looking at the time, but you couldn't do this now. you needed to get back out there. hurriedly putting on some lip gloss and adjusting your outfit and heels, you speedily walked out of the dressing room and back out to the main room.

once you were onstage and you heard the music playing you were able to focus on what you needed to do, getting back to executing your routines with practiced precision. a few songs passed as you did your usual rounds of choreography both on the pole and just on the stage. after the first few dances, you started to look in the audience, hoping to find some men you could solo out and focus on, you needed at least one lap dance by the end of the night if you wanted to walk out of there with enough money to put food on the table. but instead you found her. your eyes immediately fell on the dark haired mystery woman, whose identity wasn't actually a mystery anymore. but there were still so many unanswered questions, leaving that mysterious feeling lingering. you smiled at her, batting your eyes before going into your floorwork, moving slowly and sensually, grinding on the floor and casually showing off your flexibility. as soon as you were facing the front again, your eyes immediately fell back on her, finding a subtle smirk on her face as she leaned back in her chair. you kept your eyes trained on hers for the rest of your performance, leaning closer to her in between dances to allow her to slip more cash into your lacy bra. it felt euphoric and beautiful to be performing with her in mind, knowing her eyes were on you the whole time. but soon enough your shift was over, and you finished up your last routine, taking a moment to look at the audience one last time, allowing your eyes to linger on her just a bit longer, before leaving the stage and heading back to the dressing room. 

as you came down from your high and the rush of adrenaline that you got from performing faded, you sat down, finally allowing your body to rest. after taking a moment to just breathe and recover from your long night of dancing, you started getting unready, taking all the tips out from where they were tucked in your bra and tiny shorts and tossing them into your bag. the best part of your night was taking off your heels and changing out of your skin-tight lacy outfit and into some comfy shorts and an oversized tee. the relief you felt slipping on your comfy socks and worn-in doc martens was unmatched. you moved quickly as you packed up your stuff, more than ready to get home and get some food in your stomach, but just as you were about to head out the back door your boss came into the dressing room looking for you. 

"y/n? are you still here?" you heard the familiar, gravelly voice of your boss calling out. you contemplated just slipping out the back door before he noticed you but you knew you shouldn't so you sucked it up and walked over to him. "hey matt what's up?" you asked, praying it wasn't about anything you were getting in trouble for. "ahh y/n! there you are pretty girl. someone is asking for you out in the main room, said they wanted to just speak to you but they would pay whatever your rate was for a private dance for your time. seems a bit odd to me but sounds like a good way to make your tips for the night. they're waiting outside the dressing room for you but if you need to leave i'll just go tell them you already left for the night." he told you, your intrigue nearly outweighing your confusion. why would someone pay to just talk to you? that certainly wasn't anything like the services you usually provided but money is money so you grabbed your stuff and set it by the back door before heading over to the stage door. 

as you walked out of the stage door and into the main area you certainly weren't expecting to see billie. confusion flooded your thoughts, and you thought she must just be coincidentally by the door and the man who wanted to talk to you was somewhere behind her. but as soon as you walked out the door she stood up from where she was leaning against the wall and walked right to you. "hi angel. having a good night?" she asked. "hi yeah um my night's been good. how has yours been?" you stumbled through your words, not usually the type to get nervous and stutter like that but something about her presence just left you feeling flustered. she took a step closer bringing her hand up to brush your shoulder, letting it drift down your arm. "my night has been amazing, thanks for asking sweetheart. but anyways, i'm sure you've figured out by now why i've asked to meet with you, haven't you angel?" you timidly shook your head, feeling like there was some obvious answer that you should know but you didn't. she smiled, letting out a soft laugh, "oh baby your innocence is cute. i'm surprised you could do something like this for a job and still not realize that i'm here because i want you." your eyes grew wide as the implications of her statement dawned on you, opening your mouth to try to respond, but you couldn't seem to find the words, simply exhaling and letting your lips close in silence. your failed attempt to speak hadn't gone unnoticed by the woman, and you could see it in her face. "oh honey, it's okay. i can tell you're not used to this so it's not surprising you don't know how to respond." her eyes continued to stare into yours as she brought her hand back up and under your chin, gently lifting your face to look up at her as she leaned into your ear, her warm breath giving you chills as she continued. "the things i want to do to your precious little body, god, you don't even know what you do to me angel. i need to have you all to myself, don't want anyone else's hands on you, do you understand?" you tried to keep a calm look on your face as you nodded a little bit too eagerly. "words baby." she said softly but sternly, slowly bringing her face back to meet your eyes. you put all your energy and thought into letting out a calm, confident response, "yes i understand" you breathed out, mostly clear but it still came out shakier than you had hoped. a smile spread across billie's face as she moved her hand from under your chin to hold your face tenderly, "good girl. i'll be back tomorrow and we can talk more, yeah?" she asked, already knowing your answer as you quickly nodded your head. she took another moment to admire you and the look in your eyes before pulling away, letting her hand linger for just a moment on your cheek. "alright baby i'll see you tomorrow then." she spoke one last time, allowing her hand to drop back to her side, pulling a few hundred dollar bills out of her pocket and placing them in the pocket of your shorts before slowly turning on her heels and walking away. 

you stood there in silence, your mind consumed by a strange mixture of confusion and excitement and awe and a bit of desperation. had that really just happened? billie eilish was a worldwide sensation, one of the most famous singers of your time, and she wanted you? none of it made sense but it really didn't have to, because you were quickly whisked away to thoughts of how you needed to prepare for tomorrow. you slowly felt yourself return to the present moment and to your body, taking a deep breath and turning to go back to the dressing room. hurriedly grabbing your bag and heading out to your car, taking just a small moment to really take in everything that had happened before starting your drive home. going home was always one of the best parts of your day because it meant you got to rest, but right now you were excited to go home so you could have more than just a moment alone to think about your interaction with billie. after arriving at your apartment, she clouded your thoughts as you ate a late dinner and got ready for bed, anxiously anticipating the countless possibilities of what could happen when you saw her again the next day. you had only shared a short moment of time with billie and already you were hooked. this not-so mysterious girl was certainly going to be your undoing, and you were more than okay with that.

[norixseaweed]

Between Rooms: Chapter 3 - Mingi

Title: Between RoomsRating: 18+ NSFW (MDNI) Characters: Mingi, Female Reader/You Contains: public sex, deep throat, overstimulation, outdoor sex, rough sex Masterlist Previous Chapter - Next Chapter Synopsis: Eight men. One house. And you, right in the middle of it. What started as a lucky break, an affordable room in a cozy mansion, quickly turned into something else entirely. You didn’t expect to bond with them so easily. You definitely didn’t expect the tension. Or the teasing glances. Or the way they touched you when no one else was around. A/n: Let me know if I should do a tag list for when I post a new chapter!

You’d known Mingi for almost two years now, ever since you started working at the bar. Back then, most of your conversations were short. Quick exchanges during breaks or team gatherings. Nothing that really left the building.

Things shifted when you moved into the house and became roommates.

You started seeing him outside of work. Early mornings in the kitchen. Lazy afternoons in the living room. Quiet nights after long shifts. You’d leave for work together, come home together. He’d wait for you when you were running late. You’d bring him coffee without needing to be asked.

You also learned about his dancing. Every now and then, you joined his sessions. Messed around. Picked up a few things from him. It was always light. Always easy.

It didn’t start with anything deep. You worked together, lived together, got along. Simple. He was fun to be around, easy to joke with, and always knew how to read the room. But somewhere along the way, things stopped feeling so harmless.

Maybe it was the first time you saw him handle a drunk customer. Firm voice. Rough handling. No hesitation when he dragged the guy out by the arm like he weighed nothing. You hadn’t expected to find that hot. But you did. Way hotter than you should have.

After that, you started noticing other things. How he leaned in when he talked to you. How he stood close even when there was plenty of space. How his touches lasted just a little longer than they used to.

And the tongue thing. Always sticking it out to mock you when you teased him or called him out. And when you caught him doing it, he’d just smirk like he was waiting for you to say something.

One night, the two of you were sprawled out on the sofas in the upstairs family room, lazily passing time with the Nintendo Switch.

You let out a sigh, dropping your controller onto your stomach. “I’m boooored,” you whined, followed by a dramatic groan as you hung your head off the edge of the couch.

Mingi set his controller down and yawned. “Well, what do you wanna do?”

You shrugged, letting out a lazy hum. “I don’t know.”

The room fell quiet as you both sat in it, neither of you ready to get up, but also too restless to stay like this. Then Mingi spoke.

“Wanna go to the club? Heard there’s a good DJ in town tonight.”

You lifted your head, then pushed yourself upright with a stretch. “I’m down. Anything to get out of the house.”

A few minutes later, you both parted ways to your rooms to change.

You kept it simple, black ripped denim shorts, an olive green cropped tank with a few buttons undone, and just enough makeup to feel good. A bit of eyeliner and mascara, a hint of blush, and that strawberry gloss you liked because it tasted as good as it looked. After brushing down your hair, you headed downstairs and slipped on your black combat boots.

Mingi joined you soon after, pulling on his shoes. He was wearing a fitted black t-shirt that clung to his frame and a pair of low-slung jeans. Silver rings covered his fingers, and layered chains rested against his collarbones.

You’d always thought jewelry really suited him. Especially when he wore it like that. Confident. Effortless. Like he knew exactly how good he looked. Truthfully, he looked good in just about anything. With his height at 6 feet and the way he was built, he could be a model. Everything sat right on him. Clean lines, fitted clothes, heavy chains, rings on every other finger. It all worked. Maybe too well. 

The two of you took an Uber into the city, the ride filled with lazy chatter and shared glances out the window. Once you were dropped off and made your way into the club, the first thing you did was head straight to the bar and take a shot together.

You danced the night away, sometimes with each other, sometimes with strangers, moving through the crowd, letting the music carry you. You had a few more drinks, the alcohol settling in just right, loosening your limbs and warming your blood. At one point, the two of you leaned against a wall, people-watching and making up dumb stories and assumptions about the strangers around you. It had you both laughing until your cheeks ached.

Eventually, you found your way back into the center of the packed dance floor. The lights flashed around you, the bass pulsing through your chest as you started moving again, letting the rhythm take over. Your body was loose, mind hazy in the best way, and you let yourself get lost in it.

You started dancing against Mingi, your hips rolling back into his as the beat slowed just enough to feel heavy. You didn’t miss the way his body responded, the way he stiffened behind you. That slight pressure made you smirk.

He turned you around, his hands finding your waist like it was second nature.

You moved together, the kind of motion that had your breath catching for no real reason. The music surrounded you, but your focus stayed on him.

Then you noticed it.

That damn tongue again.

He stuck it out just slightly, eyes half-lidded as he vibed with the music. Careless. Confident. Cocky. You let out a breath, scrunching your nose in irritation.

Without thinking, you pulled him down, mouth close to his ear.

“If you don't put that tongue away,” you said over the music, your voice firm and low, “there will be consequences.”

He gave a small shrug, leaning in to reply, “I don't know what you're talking about.”

When he pulled back, that smug grin was already on his face. Full of challenge. Full of trouble.

And he did it again.

Without thinking, almost on instinct, you grabbed his face and pulled him toward you. Your lips closed around his tongue, sucking on it without hesitation.

You felt Mingi smirk.

His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you in until your body was flush against his. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding on as the kiss deepened. He pushed his tongue further into your mouth, moving with purpose, playing with yours, asserting himself without saying a word.

A quiet sigh escaped from your nose, your chest rising as heat surged through you. You tilted your head, pressed in closer, and slipped your tongue past his, giving it right back to him. The way he responded, hungry but measured, sent a pulse straight between your legs.

Eventually, Mingi pulled back, breath warm and heavy against your lips. His eyes searched yours for a second, something sharp and unreadable flashing in them.

Then he grinned.

“Is that what you meant by consequences?” he asked, voice low, smug.

You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile.

But his hands didn’t leave your waist.

And he didn’t step back.

Instead, he leaned in again, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Just know… once you’ve got me started, I won’t want to stop.”

You bit down on your lip, a smirk forming on your lips. 

“Who said I’m going to stop you?”

His fingers twitched against your waist. Without another word, he guided you back through the crowd, weaving between bodies until your back met one of the columns near the center of the dance floor.

He dipped his head, lips finding your neck. He kissed slowly at first, soft and warm, then let his mouth open slightly, sucking gently on your skin. The sensation sent a shudder straight down your spine, your thighs pressing together without thinking.

His mouth trailed up, kissing along your jaw before finding your lips again. This time the kiss was heated, deeper, messier. All tongue and breath and friction.

His hands moved lower, and he nudged your thighs apart with his knee, sliding it between your legs. The pressure hit you immediately, and you moaned into his mouth. Your fingers curled into the front of his shirt as you began to grind against his thigh, chasing the friction, the music still pounding around you but fading into the background. 

He chuckled into the kiss as your hips rolled harder, your movements turning needy, desperate. His hands gripped your waist just a little tighter. Then he pulled back, breath warm as he leaned in to press a soft kiss against your ear.

“You want me that bad?”

You nodded, your breath shaky.

He smiled against your skin. “Show me what you want.”

When he pulled back to look at you, your eyes met his—dark, full of lust, locked in.

You dragged your hand down his chest, slowly, tracing the line of muscle beneath his shirt. You reached his waist, fingers sliding lower over the growing bulge straining against his jeans. You rubbed your palm over him in slow circles, teasing, watching for his reaction.

He was towering over you, broad shoulders shadowing your smaller frame. That look in his eyes, pure hunger, made your knees feel weak.

Your fingers made quick work of the button on his jeans, then tugged the zipper down with practiced ease. You slipped your hand beneath the waistband of his boxers and wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slowly, deliberately, feeling how hard he already was in your hand.

Mingi exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes falling shut for a moment as your hand moved against him. The music thumped around you, but all you could focus on was the weight of him in your palm, the warmth radiating from his skin through your fingers.

His hips rolled forward slightly, chasing the friction. He looked back down at you with a heavy, half-lidded gaze.

“Fuck,” he murmured, voice low enough to get lost under the bass. “You really don’t care where we are, huh?”

You didn’t answer. You just kept stroking him—slow, controlled, like you had all the time in the world.

Mingi’s hand slid down your back and over your ass, gripping it firmly before leaning in again, lips brushing over yours.

With your other hand still resting on his chest, you pulled him in closer and brought your mouth to his ear.

“I’m really hungry, Mingi. Can I have you?”

He let out a low, rough chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest.

“If you’re hungry, baby, then eat up.”

You smiled up at him before sinking into a squat, letting the column at your back support you as you lowered yourself down in front of him. You reached into his jeans, tugging his boxers down just enough to free him.

He was bigger than you expected.

Your tongue dragged across your lips at the sight of it, mouth already watering.

You wrapped your fingers around his cock and tilted it upward, then leaned in and let your tongue trail slowly along his balls. You took one into your mouth, sucking gently before releasing it with a soft pop.

Then you licked a slow stripe up his shaft, teasing the tip once you reached it. You felt his cock twitch in your hand.

Mingi let out a heavy sigh above you, eyes locked on the way your tongue moved against him. His hand slid into your hair, holding it back from your face, but didn’t push, just held, letting you do what you wanted.

You took him into your mouth slowly, lips wrapping around the head as you began to bob your head, shallow at first. The weight of him, the heat, the slight curve—it all filled your mouth just right.

You took him deeper with each motion, letting him slide past your lips inch by inch as you built your rhythm.

His breath hitched, hips shifting slightly forward.

“Fuck... just like that.”

At this point, you’d both forgotten about the crowd still dancing around you. You didn’t care if anyone saw. Everyone was lost in their own drunk haze, too caught up in flashing lights and heavy bass to notice anything beyond themselves.

You pulled your head back briefly to catch your breath, a thin line of spit still connecting you to his cock. Then you leaned back in, this time relaxing your throat as you slowly took him deeper. Inch by inch, you worked forward until there was nothing left to take.

Mingi let out a low growl, his chest vibrating with the sound. His grip in your hair tightened, the other hand bracing against the column behind you to keep himself steady.

You moved your head in a slow, steady rhythm, your tongue pressed up along the underside of his cock. His fingers twitched in your hair as he fought to keep still, resisting the urge to take control.

But you could feel it. The tension in his body. The way his hips flexed slightly forward. You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

So you let out a low hum around his cock, the vibration deliberate and slow. You paused your motion, tongue still pressed to him, and looked up, waiting.

His eyes dropped to meet yours, and he cursed under his breath. You saw the moment he gave in.

Without warning, he shoved your head forward, and you gagged softly around him. But you didn’t stop. You liked it. You wanted more.

He held you there for a beat before his hips began to move, slow at first, then a little deeper. Controlled. Intentional.

You let out muffled moans around his cock, your throat stretched as you took him deeper. Your body was buzzing, your core pulsing with need. You were soaked, desperate to be touched, but all you could focus on was how good he felt against your tongue, how badly you wanted to make him come.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, your makeup likely a mess by now, eyeliner smudged, mascara running. But you didn’t care. You looked ruined, and it only made you want more.

His thrusts picked up, growing rougher. Not painful, but urgent. You could feel it in the way his hips snapped forward, the low groan vibrating in his chest. He was close.

You gripped his thighs tighter, moaning softly around him, giving him permission without saying a word. Begging for it.

That was all he needed.

He let out a harsh breath and held your head in place, hips jerking forward as he spilled into your throat. You swallowed without hesitation, keeping eye contact until the last twitch of his release faded.

He pulled out slowly, a few final drops trailing across your tongue before he tucked himself back into his jeans, breath still uneven.

Without saying a word, he leaned down and lifted you to your feet with ease, his hands firm around your waist. Your legs wobbled slightly, but he held you steady. Then his thumbs came up to your face, brushing the tear tracks from your cheeks, smudging your ruined makeup just a little more.

“You look fucking wrecked,” he murmured, eyes dark as he took you in.

But his thumbs didn’t stop moving.

And neither did the heat in his gaze.

He leaned in again, lips brushing over your ear, his voice low and thick with need.

“I’m not done with you.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your wrist and started moving. You followed without question, still dazed and aching from what just happened. He pushed past the crowd, dragging you through the pulsing lights and thumping bass, straight toward the back exit.

The heavy door creaked open, and a rush of cool night air hit your skin. The alley behind the club was dim, the only light coming from an overhead bulb and the occasional orange glow from the street beyond.

The second the door clicked shut behind you, Mingi spun you around and shoved you back against the wall, his mouth crashing onto yours. 

His fingers worked quickly to undo your shorts, tugging them open before slipping his hand inside and past the waistband of your panties. Two fingers dipped between your folds, and he let out a low, satisfied chuckle.

“Damn, baby... you’re soaking wet.”

His forehead rested against yours, fingers moving slowly as he coated them with your slick. Then he shifted higher, finding your clit with practiced ease. He rubbed slow, teasing circles around it, watching you start to squirm under his touch.

He pressed harder, drawing tighter, more deliberate circles against your swollen clit. Your hips bucked forward into his hand, another moan spilling from your lips.

“Mingi—” you whimpered.

He licked his bottom lip, dark eyes locked on you. With his free hand, he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. Half-lidded, intense, waiting.

“Say my name again.”

His voice dropped deeper, and your body shivered at the sound.

Before you could answer, he slid two fingers inside of you, slow and thick, curling as he began to pump them. You gasped sharply, clinging to his bicep as your knees nearly gave out.

“Fuck... Mingi, that feels so good—”

His fingers picked up speed, thrusting harder, deeper.

“Again.”

“M-Mingi…” you moaned, voice breaking as your head fell back against the cold brick wall. Your eyes fluttered shut.

“Open your eyes,” he growled. “Don’t look away. I want to watch you break.”

You opened your eyes, your gaze locking with his again as he towered over you. His fingers interlaced with yours, and then he lifted your arm above your head, pinning it to the wall. He didn’t break eye contact once.

The movement of his fingers intensified, curling up and dragging perfectly against that sensitive spot. The sound of your wetness filled the alley, obscene and raw. Your legs trembled, your hips twitching with every stroke. You tried to keep your eyes on his, but it was too much. Your mouth parted in a silent moan as your release snapped through you, body jerking.

You came hard, soaking his hand, your slick squirting against your shorts and skin.

Your head dropped back, eyes rolling as a broken moan tore from your throat.

“Jesus Christ,” Mingi groaned, holding you steady against the wall, eyes fixed on the way your body reacted. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

He pulled his fingers from you slowly, smirking as your arousal dripped down his hand. As you struggled to catch your breath, you watched him casually bring his fingers to his lips and lick them clean, savoring it like dessert.

“Sweet,” he said. “Just like you.”

Your cheeks flushed.

“You’re enjoying this a little too much—”

“Nonsense,” he cut in. “No such thing as enjoying a beautiful woman too much.”

Then he pulled you in again, spun you around, and pressed you forward against the wall.

With one quick motion, he yanked your shorts and panties down to your thighs. You heard the zip of his jeans behind you, then felt his grip tighten at your hip. A second later, his cock slid between your folds, slow and deliberate, coating himself in everything you’d just given him.

You gasped at the pressure, your body still pulsing.

His chest pressed to your back, his breath warm against your neck.

“Think you can take more?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

Mingi raised a brow, leaning back just enough to grab his cock, guiding the tip to your entrance.

“Think I won’t?”

You could hear the smirk in his voice, feel the cockiness in the way his fingers dug into your hips.

He pushed in slowly, the stretch making your breath catch. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he sank into you, inch by inch, feeling your heat wrap around him.

“Fuck, Mingi, you’re so damn big,” you whimpered, one hand bracing against the wall as your body adjusted.

“And you’re so fucking tight.”

His hips started to move—slow, controlled. He let you feel all of him. He wanted you to feel it. Wanted to make you wait.

But you were still sensitive from your last orgasm, every stroke making your knees shake. The slow pace was torture.

“God, Mingi,” you gasped, “you don’t have to be gentle. Just fuck me.”

He chuckled low in his throat, and instead of speeding up, he slowed down even more. Deliberate. Cruel.

He loved this, watching you squirm, hearing the need in your voice. Watching you fall apart just from wanting it.

You pushed your hips back, trying to chase his thrusts, a needy whine spilling from your lips.

“Fuck, Mingi,” you cried out, “please. Please just fuck me. I need it. I need you to fuck me, Mingi.”

He let out a hum, then gripped your hips tighter.

“Since you’re asking so nicely...”

He slammed into you hard and deep, knocking a loud moan straight from your throat. His rhythm picked up fast, each thrust sharper, heavier, pushing you forward against the wall.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the alley, every thrust sending shockwaves through your entire body.

Mingi kept pounding into you, every thrust deep enough to knock the breath from your lungs. His grip on your hips was bruising now, pulling you back to meet each snap of his hips like he owned your body.

And right now, he did.

“Listen to you,” he growled, voice rough against your ear. “Moaning like a fucking whore. You want the whole block to hear how good you take dick?”

You whimpered something, but it was lost in another broken moan as he slammed into you harder.

“Use your words,” he snapped, one hand moving up to wrap around the back of your neck, pushing you slightly forward so your cheek grazed the cool brick. “You want them to know how wet this pussy gets for me?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Yes, Mingi—fuck, yes.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He didn’t slow down. He fucked you harder, rougher, dragging sounds out of you you didn’t even know you could make. The slick noise of your soaked cunt echoed beneath his deep groans and your constant moaning.

“You’re dripping all over me,” he hissed. “Fucking messy little thing.”

You couldn’t even answer. Your body was on fire, legs trembling, vision swimming. His cock hit that spot inside you over and over, and your walls clenched tight, so close to breaking again.

“You gonna come again?” he growled against your ear. “You gonna cream all over my cock like a desperate little slut?”

You moaned his name, choking on the words, your body already giving him the answer.

You couldn’t hold it anymore. Your body was unraveling, clenching around him so tight it made him hiss through his teeth. Your thighs shook as your orgasm tore through you again, even harder than the last, messier, louder, everything blurring together as your legs nearly gave out beneath you.

But Mingi didn’t stop.

He grunted, driving his hips forward with even more force, pushing through the spasms of your release like he wanted to fuck the next one out of you too.

“Still cumming?” he growled. “Pathetic. You’re so fucking sensitive and you’re still taking it.”

You tried to answer, but your voice caught in your throat, too wrecked to speak. Your body jerked with each thrust, overstimulated, slick dripping down your thighs, but he held you steady, one arm locked around your waist, the other gripping your hair tight.

Your pussy kept clenching, involuntary, trying to force him out, but he only groaned louder.

“Fucking hell—”

His rhythm grew erratic, the pace losing precision but gaining force. You could feel the way his cock throbbed inside you, the way his grip tightened as his release built fast.

“Gonna fill you up so good,” he gritted out, voice low and rough. “You’re gonna walk back inside leaking all over your fucking thighs.”

You whimpered something that might’ve been his name, maybe just a plea.

Then he slammed into you one last time, buried deep, and let out a deep, guttural moan as he came hard—hot, thick pulses spilling inside you. He didn’t move. Just stayed there, buried in you, chest rising and falling against your back as he caught his breath.

And you?

You were shaking. Used. Ruined.

Exactly how he wanted you.

Next Chapter

[cheshitora]

i've been thinking about dj!rindou x dancer!reader a lot lately, where you two are neighbors. rindou's been working on some new music, remixes and whatnot. but everytime he begins playing, your musical ears find the soft beats emanating from his house into yours. you can't help the way your body instinctively moves, finding your rhythm with the flow of the music and just as you begin to dance, rindou looks out his window, his eyes falling on your dancing figure. rindou thought maybe you had your own music going, that it wasn't possible you could hear the set he was playing until he turned it up and switched songs. he would soon realize that you were, in fact, moving along to the beat of the new segment - you were dancing to his music. he couldn't help the smirk that stretched across his lips, eyes fixated on you as you continued to dance, unaware of his attentive gaze, lost in your own little world. he could get used to the sight of your swaying hips and feet sliding against the floor. even if from the angle through which he was looking at you, he instantly knew you were a great dancer and maybe the next day he'll invite you over, spin some more records for you and watch you dance up close

[mrschwartz]

Alex Turner for Rumore Magazine (September 2013)

Seventies Heads and Modern Loves or I Don't Know What I Want But I Surely Want You

by Elia Alovisi

Until he opens his mouth, Alex Turner looks like he stepped out of the Nevada desert. Leather loafers, a belt, slicked-back hair, sunglasses. But as soon as he starts talking, between “summat” instead of “something” and “me” instead of “my,” he transforms back into a boy from Sheffield who grew up on cocktails and DJ sets. The discrepancy between the way he looks and the way he speaks is strange: you would expect a cocky and arrogant rock star, but instead you have before you a relaxed and thoughtful boy who carefully measures his words, but does so with a smile and not a frown. The lyrics of AM, the fifth album of his band, mainly revolve around difficult and elusive women. There are many questions. “Do I want to know?” “Are you mine?” he says; “Why do you always call me when you’re high?” she says. There is no shortage of desires: “I want it all,” “I want to be yours.” Absent, however, are the answers. We tried to get a few out of him.

How was it to be back at Glastonbury as a headliner five years after the first time?

Fantastic. Absolutely wonderful, this time it was very natural. Everything was harder in 2007, we had done a lot less shows and had a lot less songs. Now we have learned to move better.

After the experience of Humbug, you collaborated again with Josh Homme.

Yes, Josh is on Knee Socks, towards the end of the piece. We gave him carte blanche and he decided to sing a sort of counter-melody that reminds me a lot of Bowie.

Are knee socks your favorite piece of underwear on a woman?

[Laughs] What do you think?

If she has the right legs.

Exactly, yes. The best is the garter. But then they would not be Parisian anymore, right? And then they are thicker than women's stockings. However they are not my favorite underwear, I go with the push-up.

In the lyrics of Arabella you talk a lot about the universe.

I wanted to use that linguistic palette to try to describe a woman. There are many songs that use those sorts of words… galaxy, interstellar, constellation, things like that, but usually they are used just for the sake of being used. Instead I wanted to make them an active part of a description, they are images that I find very interesting. In England, on the BBC, there is this program called Wonders of the Universe, with Professor Brian Cox. And it is one of my favorite programs [smiles, pleased].

Barbarella also pops up in the text.

Yes, although I haven't read practically any of her comics and I've only seen a small piece of the movie. I don't really like B movies. To know her, you just need to have seen a poster, that's all you need. I just used her to make a comparison with the costume she wears.

How does the suite you sing about in Fireside relate to room 505 in Favourite Worst Nightmare?

Yes, I’m talking about a suite in my heart… or in her heart? Well, in someone’s heart. Room 505, in my mind, is something very concrete. I wrote that song on a train between Philadelphia and New York, my girlfriend was in a hotel waiting for me and I just wrote about that [Turner’s voice becomes increasingly whispered as the sentence progresses]. In Fireside, however, it’s all figurative.

So how much of your real self is in your lyrics and how much is just imagination?

There's no rule, sometimes there's a lot of me in the lyrics when you least expect it. I put little secrets in them. What I try to avoid is that people who listen to one of my songs say, 'oh, he's talking about that girl'. You know when you read a novel and, somehow, in your mind you see its characters with the faces of some of your friends, or your favorite actors? That's where I want to get to with my music, I want it to be like being in front of a story, not the evidence of two people with a name and a surname who are kissing. It's up to the listener to give them both a face. When I write I pretty much always have someone or something in mind, but it doesn't really matter.

How did you come up with the idea of ​​using John Cooper Clarke's words for I Wanna Be Yours?

We wrote most of the songs on this record on a four-track that I got for my birthday. I spent a while recording ideas on it, sometimes we'd loop a bass and drum melody for five minutes and the fact that it was on tape gave it an incredible color. Then I'd sit there with headphones and a microphone humming melodies, or making up silly lyrics to start coming up with ideas. One day, while I was jamming, the words I wanna be yours came out and I remembered that they were the title of one of his poems. I thought it would be cool to use someone else's words – and especially his, I'm a big fan of his. It's one of my favorite songs on the record, the lyrics alone make it different from anything we've done before. And then I love the juxtaposition of the slow, sexy, flirtatious music and his words.

The party you talk about in No. 1 Party Anthem seems a lot more laid back than the ones you’ve talked about in the past, like the house in This House Is A Circus.

That’s true, but the parties we go to are still pretty messy. They’re just twice as long.

Am I supposed to be imagining some sort of indie celebrity party?

Indie celebrity party? [Laughs.] No, no, no. The slow tempo of that song gives it a bit of a Los Angeles feel. It’s a city that I’m told is very similar to what we’re portraying on the new record, and I’m starting to think that might be true. Not that it sounds like the Eagles, you know.

It's like your sound is becoming more and more American.

Yeah, maybe. There's something special about that part of the world. Everything that came out of California owes something to '70s rock, the spontaneity of those rhythms also comes back in West Coast hip-hop. But then came the fucking '80s and… a lot of fucking bands that don't fit into that theory. I think there will always be something English in our sound, it's something we can never detach ourselves from.

How much does Sheffield still mean to what you do?

Well, you know… [he taps two fingers on a tattoo on the inside of his arm: the Yorkshire rose and underneath it the word “SHEFFIELD”].

There are three songs on AM��whose titles are questions.

You don't notice things like that until you sit there and write the titles of the songs one after the other. I hadn't noticed until then, there are also a lot of wanna.

The protagonist of R U Mine? is wrapped up in a certain western imagery, you portray her as “a lone cowboy riding in an open space.” And in All My Own Stunts you talked about “watching cowboy movies on gloomy afternoons.”

I love the western style. The leather ties, the belts… Hey, look at this one I’m wearing! [He stands up and shows me his leather belt, turning his back: it has “TURNER” engraved on it, on either side of the horseshoes.] A friend gave it to me for my birthday, this year was really nice, between this and the four-track. I also love western movies, especially the ones about Butch Cassidy. I also love Ennio Morricone’s soundtracks, obviously.

How do you usually celebrate your birthdays?

They’re nothing too devastating. I have a birthday in early January, everyone is still recovering from Christmas and New Year’s, so the average response I get is usually “forget it.”

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? brings back the drunken text messages you mentioned in The View From the Afternoon.

We've all done that at least once, come on. Those lyrics might have come off the first record, but the music is fully invested in what we're doing now. I just wanted to write something simple.

While we're on the subject: when was the last time you got bounced at the entrance of a nightclub? It's not like From The Ritz To The Rubble anymore, is it?

Shit, that was like four weeks ago! [Laughs.] We were in Stockholm, we were trying to get into an area of ​​the nightclub and there was no way we could get in.

What are those Mad Sounds you're talking about?

That song is about those moments when you put on a song and it's like it's talking about exactly how you feel. It's a song about those songs, and I hope it can become one of them. I get that feeling from some songs by Lou Reed, John Cale, or Harry Nilsson. It's like sometimes they really understand how I feel, and you're like, "What the fuck..." and you almost tell them to go fuck themselves.

The point where the song explodes is when you start singing a series of ooh-la-la-la. What is the la-la-la moment that sticks with you the most from the music you listen to?

Definitely the do-dodo-dodo-do-do-do-do from Walk on the Wild Side by Lou Reed.

By the way, who came up with the idea of ​​calling a song The Hellcat Spangled Shalalala? What does that mean?

It came up one day when we were making up names for guitar pedals – sometimes they have crazy names. The Blond-o-Sonic Shimmer Trap  would be perfect for a fuzz, for example. The Hellcat Spangled Shalalala, however, comes from a bar we hung out in a lot while we were writing the previous record. The room was full of glitter and there were a lot of weird chicks all winking, like cougars.

The lyrics to Snap Out of It revolve around hypnosis. Do you think there's any real power behind it or is it just persuasion?

I've never been hypnotised, but it all seems pretty real when you watch hypnotists on telly. There's this show in the UK where this guy, Derren Brown, gets people to do all sorts of things. Crazy stuff like, "rob someone!" Nothing I'd want to be involved with.

In I Want It All you say, “Leave me listening to the Stones 2000 light years from home.”

I’m actually a Beatles guy, no doubt. But I like them both, I saw the Stones at Glastonbury and it was great.

Don't you think it's better for a band to go at the top of their game than to keep going and going and risk having nothing left to say?

What the Stones have managed to do is really extraordinary. I mean, they're seventy years old and they're still on stage. It's very difficult to have an opinion on something like this because I don't think I've reached that level yet. I'm very excited about the new album, we've reached the point of being a good live band and, speaking as an artist, I think I've reached a certain excellence this time. I want to build on that, explore new things. We still have a lot of places to go.

I think the main difference between AM and your previous albums is the small amount of guitars.

This time we didn't want to sound like four guys playing in the same room, while that's exactly what we wanted to sound like in Suck It And See. We immersed ourselves in a more minimalist idea. The guitars are perfect, sometimes they don't even sound like guitars from the way they're played, or from the effects we put on them. They sound a bit "spacey," they would be good for the stereo of a flying saucer. Then we came out with some bass and drum parts perfect to be played at full volume through the speakers of a car. We also worked much more with the vocal lines, especially with the choirs.

There are actually a lot of songs where you put backing vocals and backing vocals, especially One For The Road.

Matt, Nick and I do them. Jamie is the only one who doesn't want to have anything to do with them. It all started with R U Mine? , the part where we all start going: [hums the backing vocals]. As soon as we tried that part we realized how good it sounded, we especially liked the fact that it was something we hadn't done before. So we just went for it.