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Family Ties // Benedict Bridgerton

Request: hey lovie!! i wanna start by saying i adore your writing for bridgerton and harry potter and i always find myself coming back to it,, if you’re up for it, would you mind writing a benedict imagine? i was thinking something sweet and domestic?? like maybe him and the reader have kids and they’re going to visit the rest of the family? take it however you want!! <3 - @ddaeng-danvers

A/N: Thank you so much!! I truly hope you like this. This is the first thing I've written in close to a month now and I love how happy it is. There’s love, and family, and fluff. I am so happy with it. This features characters seen in the prequel books ‘The Rokesby’s’ - I finished reading book 2 today and I think I'm going to own all of Quinn’s books by the time we reach summer.

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: children, marriage, fluff, female reader, she/her pronouns, bridgertons being bridgertons, family fluff, love, romance, kissing, cute, mentions of pregnancy. SPOILERS FOR THE PREQUEL SERIES BUT I CANT BE SORRY, I LOVE GEORGE TOO MUCH.

Word count: 3.3k

Giggles and gasps lighten the morning air as you take those first steps outside. The grass is still wet with morning dew and it dampens the hem of your dress, but you cannot bring yourself to care as the laughter of your children surrounds you.

“You can’t catch me!” Your daughter declares, laughing loudly as her steps quicken on the slick grass.

A quiet smile crosses your face as you watch the scene unfold in front of you.

Your daughter, Violet, continues to laugh wildly as Benedict grabs her from behind, lifting her onto his shoulders. She settles there quickly; having spent a lot of time on Benedict’s shoulders when her little legs wore themselves out from running and exploring.

“My love,” Benedict greets, smiling widely at you, “Did you sleep well?”

“I did until I realised I was alone.”

Benedict casts his eyes upwards, gesturing to the four year old currently busying herself with trying to tidy the permanently messy locks of her father. “Someone,” Benedict emphasises with another glance upwards, “Woke up too early and I didn’t want to wake you.”

Your body warms at the obvious love in Benedict’s voice – for you, for his daughter. Close to a decade being married and he has every capacity to reduce you to a lovestruck fool. It’s perfect, really.

Chuckling, you gaze lovingly at your daughter. “Did you wake your father up?”

She nods; not an ounce of apology on her small face as she continues to mess up Benedict’s hair. “I couldn’t sleep anymore,” she defends, “I’m excited to see Grandma Violet.”

“I’m sure she’s excited to see you too,” Benedict comments, reaching for his pocket watch to check the time. “We’ll have to be setting off soon. Are we all packed?”

You nod, meeting the loving eyes of your husband. “The footmen have everything covered. Where is John?”

Benedict gestures to the overgrowth behind him. “He joined us when Violet wouldn’t keep quiet. He shouldn’t be too far behind.”

“I’ll go in search. Get Violet ready for me?”

Benedict nods, smiling down at you before dropping the first kiss of many to your lips. You watch the pair leave; Violet chattering away about the birds singing in the trees before heading off in search for your eldest child.

“John Edmund Bridgerton,” you call out, voice loud in the quiet garden, “Where have you gotten to?”

“I’m over here,” John calls; his dark brown curls popping up between the rose bushes.

“Shall we head inside? We need to get ready to make the journey to London.”

John smiles, making his way to your side. “You look more like your father every day,” You comment absentmindedly, running a hand through your son’s hair.

John flushes at the compliment; his father was an exceptionally strong man as well as incredibly talented in whatever he pursues. “Thank you,” John replies, reaching for your hand to begin the walk back to your home.

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Bridgerton House had always grown violet hyacinths; they perfumed the air, making every inhale sweeter than the last. The door to the Bridgerton London home is opened before you get chance to place your feet on the ground after stepping down from the carriage.

Benedict steadies you as you straighten your skirts whilst trying to keep an eye on your children, making sure they hadn’t fallen out of the carriage. The laughter of your children floating on air has the tightness in your chest relaxing.

You take a moment to stand beside your husband, enjoying the feel of his hands on your waist. It had been so long since a moment alone had been found between the two of you; one of you running after Violet before she scared off another governess. Her stubbornness was to be admired, but it made it hard to teach her the basics in terms of literacy.

“Are you alright?” Benedict asks, noticing your hesitancy.

You smile widely at the love of your life. “I’m fine, my love. I just wanted to be close to you.”

Benedict’s face softens at your confession; he would be the first to admit that he found himself missing you even when he was sat next to you. There were no problems in your marriage but being so busy meant that there was little time for the two of you.

Benedict takes your hand; dropping a kiss to the back of it before turning it over and placing a lingering kiss to your wrist, over your pulse point. You gasp at the intimacy of it, your toes curling at the promise in his eyes.

“Mama!” Violet cries, taking your hand and dragging you through the house in the direction of the portrait gallery with all her might.

You chuckle, turning to Benedict with a helpless look on your face. He holds his hands up, letting you take the lead with your headstrong daughter. “I shall announce our arrival,” Benedict laughs, blue eyes focused on the way his daughter’s slippers slip and slide on the marble tiles of the entrance hall. “John,” He calls, “Would you like to join me?”

Imperceptibly, John takes a step in your direction. An incredibly smart but shy boy from birth, you sometimes worried over his place in the loud, boisterous family of the Bridgertons. “If it’s okay, I want to see where mother and Violet are going.”

“Of course,” Benedict smiles, ruffling John’s hair, knowing how he needed to get used to a new environment before feeling comfortable.

Benedict presses a kiss to your mouth and then to your cheek before taking the steps two at a time to hurry to the drawing room where he can greet his mother and siblings before answering their questions about your whereabouts.

Letting yourself be led through the ornate home of Violet Bridgerton, you can’t help but smile at the determinedness of your daughter. Her little feet stomping away on the marble tiles as she pulls you to the portrait gallery – her favourite place in the whole house bar her grandmother’s knee.

The gallery hasn’t had a new addition to its walls in years; the last painting being of Anthony and Kate on their fifth anniversary. Violet saw it as fitting that their London home had an up to date portrait of Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton. Anthony had argued, but one look from his mother had him falling silent – knowing a losing battle when he sees one.

Generations of Bridgertons line the walls; their famous blue eyes watching the latest generation walk the halls of their once home. John remains silent by your side as he meets the gaze of the men of which his name is descended; if he feels their pressure at such a young age, he doesn’t say.

One painting catches your eye. A young woman and her husband; his hand is resting on her shoulder as she remains seated. They both stare out of the painting; their eyes filled with the stories of generations passed but utterly silent on the matter.

“Who is this?” Violet asks, effectively distracted by the bright colours of the painting.

“That’s your Great Aunt Billie and her husband,” You comment absently, mind occupied with Billie Bridgerton’s eyes.

“Have we met her?” John asks, hand reaching for yours.

“You have, John. She and the Rokesby clan came to your christening. I doubt you remember, you were so young, my darling.”

John flushes at your use of his childhood pet name. Not even ten years old and he was already growing too old for such things, but you didn’t care – he would always be your darling, your first born, the very boy that made you a mother.

“Where are they now?”

“I suppose they are still at Crake House in Kent. We should have to pay them a visit the next time we visit your Uncle Anthony.”

“Can we?” Violet asks, her Bridgerton blue eyes wide with promise and excitement.

“If your father allows it, I see no problem with it.”

The children seem placated at that. With their hands in yours, you make your way to the drawing room where the rest of the family have gathered. Benedict spies you immediately despite being deep in conversation with Colin and Hyacinth; his body and soul finetuned to your presence – feeling uplifted when you’re beside him, feeling as if he was missing a vital part of himself in your absence.

“Grandma Violet!” Your youngest child cries, launching herself for the skirts of the Bridgerton matriarch. Her small arms barely make their way around the legs of the elderly woman who cannot contain her amused giggle at the exploits of her granddaughter. Instead, she gathers young Violet in her arms, placing her on her knee to get a better look at her.

“You have grown,” The matriarch murmurs, brushing back the dark brown hair of her granddaughter.

“John!” Anthony calls, drawing the attention of his nephew. Releasing your hand, John crosses the room to talk to his beloved uncle; the topic of conversation, you know not but they both look incredibly animated and devoted to the matter.

“Where were you?” A low voice sounds in your ears, making you jump. The voice turns amused as a low chortle escapes your husband’s mouth. “I’m sorry, my love,” he offers in apology as an arm wraps itself around your waist, tugging you closer to him.

“If you must know, we were in the portrait gallery.”

“What drew you there?”

“Your daughter,” You comment, tone amused.

Benedict moves to inquire further but is cut off but the gong signalling that dinner has been served. At once, the family moves as one – all ravenous and desperate to begin their meal.

“(Y/N)!” Colin calls out, catching up to you on the way to the dining room.

“Colin,” You greet fondly, “How is married life?”

“Wonderful,” Colin sighs, “Penelope is… Penelope is wonderful.”

You laugh, elbowing the third eldest Bridgerton. “Surely, you remember the early days of your marriage,” Colin states, “The honeymoon period.”

“It doesn’t leave you,” You reply, catching sight of the love of your life just ahead of you. His head is bent as he reaches for the hand of your daughter; her whole hand wrapped around one of his fingers. It sends your heart into a tizzy as you inhale sharply; the love you feel for Benedict Bridgerton could rival the love of Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy, of the sonnets written by William Shakespeare himself.

“No,” Colin comments, glancing between you and Benedict, “I don’t suppose it does.”

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Dinner with a large Bridgerton crowd was never a quiet feat; conversations flowed in every direction. Societal propriety non-existent as everyone spoke over each other; happy to have the company of their siblings, nieces and nephews, sons and daughters.

“Anthony,” You begin, reaching for your glass as you draw the attention of the head of the family, “When would you next be at Aubrey Hall?”

“Kate, the children, and I travel back in two days. Why?”

“We were in the portrait gallery earlier. Violet was rather taken with a portrait of Billie Bridgerton and her husband, George. If Benedict has no qualms, could we travel with you? I think Violet would like to meet them.”

Anthony beams; rather liking the idea of bringing the Rokesby’s back into their lives once more. “I must admit that I haven’t travelled to Crake House in a long time. What a terrible nephew I must seem.”

Violet frowns, picking at the food on her plate. “What a terrible sister-in-law, I must be. It must be close to a year, probably longer since I’ve seen Billie and George. Longer since I’ve seen Edward and Cecilia.”

“That does it,” Anthony declares, “We shall all travel to Aubrey Hall before dropping in on Crake House.”

Meeting Benedict’s eyes across the table you smile at the clear affection written on his face. “You have no objections do you, my love?”

He shakes his head. “Never, my love.”

Turning your attention to Anthony, you nod your affirmation. “Should we write in advance of leaving here?”

Anthony wipes his mouth with his napkin. “I’ll send a missive with the morning messenger; if I tip generously then there shouldn’t be an issue.”

“I’m sure they won’t mind,” Violet adds absently, “I just can’t believe I’ve left it this long. I’m so rarely in Kent and they never journey to London.”

Colin reaches to his right, placing his hand on top of his mother’s. “They will more than understand. Aunt Billie was father’s sister after all. I think even Aunt Billie finds it hard to return to Aubrey Hall.”

“Then it’s decided,” Benedict smiles, “We shall journey to Aubrey Hall and get settled there before descending on Crake House.”

“Do you think Gregory would like to join us?” You ask, thinking of your youngest brother-in-law.

“He’s in his final term at Oxford,” Colin replies, “He’s sitting all number of exams right now, I don’t think he’ll have the time.”

“A shame,” Anthony comments, thinking of his youngest brother and the stress he must be under, “But I’m sure he can complete the journey in the summer.”

“He always was Aunt Billie’s favourite,” Benedict states darkly. You raise your eyebrows at your husband in question. “Gregory struggled with the pronunciation of some plants when he was a child; Aunt Billie thought it was adorable,” He explains, sounding far off as if trapped in a memory of his youth.

Smiling widely at your husband’s tone, you coo, “I’m sure Violet will be her new favourite when we explain what inspired our visit.”

Dismissing all social expectations, Benedict rounds the table, reaching for your hand, pressing a long kiss to the back of it before stating loudly. “You, my love, are a genius.”

“It has been said before,” You laugh, watching your husband return to his seat with promises of the night alight in his eyes. His eyes remain bright as he gazes at you over the rim of his wine glass, no longer paying attention to the conversation pertaining to the history of the Bridgertons and Rokesbys. Instead, his gaze remains fixed on you as he thinks of all the good you have brought to his life – loving him, marrying him, bearing his children. His love for you is endless, and he’ll spend the rest of his life proving that to you.

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Crake House was just as grand as Aubrey Hall. The Rokesby’s gaining the favour of the monarch in the seventeenth century leading to an earldom and a rather large estate that bordered on the Bridgerton’s at Aubrey Hall. From then, the two families had been intertwined – as close as two families could get.

“It’s very big,” John comments quietly to Benedict as they leave the carriage.

“Don’t let that intimidate you, John,” Benedict says, “There’s nothing to be worried about.”

As Benedict finishes his sentence, the door to Crake House is pulled open by a strong hand. Deep blue skirts are the first thing you see, and you know that Billie Rokesby nee Bridgerton has arrived.

“Bridgertons!” A feminine voice cries, “I have Bridgertons on my doorstep once more!”

“Billie,” Violet sighs, a fond smile on her face as if the sound of her sister-in-law’s voice has transported her back to times long thought of as memories.

“Anthony Bridgerton,” Billie admonishes as she hurries down the stairs, her elderly frame not a hindrance to her speed whatsoever. “How long have you taken residence in Aubrey Hall? How long has it been since you came to see me?”

“Aunt Billie,” Anthony murmurs, “I don’t suppose you could ever forgive me.”

Billie Rokesby nee Bridgerton eyes her nephew; looking him up and down before taking his face in her strong hands. “Are you well, my boy?”

For a moment, tears shine in Anthony’s eyes as he is reminded of his departed father. He nods wordlessly; trying to get a grip on the feelings rushing through him at the love that emanates from Billie. “I’m well, Aunt Billie.”

Billie nods, stepping back, clearly happy at the information offered by Anthony. She casts her shrewd gaze over her brother’s family; happiness alight in her eyes as she takes sight of your daughter, hiding behind your skirts.

“Who do we have here?” She asks, stepping closer to Benedict and yourself.

“You met John when he was just a babe in arms, but Violet is our youngest,” Benedict introduces, an arm wrapped loosely around your waist.

“Violet?” Billie gasps, dipping at the waist, “Violet Bridgerton, it is an honour to meet you.”

Violet giggles from where she has her face hidden in your legs. You reach down, tapping her on the shoulder. “Come now, sweetheart. Let’s say hello.”

Violet peeks her face out of your skirts, her blue eyes meeting the kind, aged ones of Billie. Violet curtsies, remembering her manners despite her age. “I saw your painting at Grandma’s house.”

“Which one?” Billie asks gently, eyes flickering to the Bridgerton matriarch. “Please tell me it wasn’t the one that Edmund commissioned as an anniversary gift for George and myself.”

Violet Bridgerton covers her mouth to stem the laughter that threatens to bubble over. “The very same.”

Billie huffs, turning to you, “I was six months pregnant, and Edmund thought I would want nothing more than to sit for a whole day with nothing to keep me company.”

“I think you look wonderful,” Your daughter compliments, tripping up on her pronunciation of ‘wonderful’.

Billie’s eyes shine with happiness, “Thank you, my dear.”

“I think our guests might like some tea,” An exasperated but fond voice calls from the doorway. Billie’s face softens at the sound of it; she turns to her husband, finding him watching her with a loving smile on his face.

“They aren’t guests, George. They are my family, and by marriage, your family.”

“All the same, I’m sure they would like something to drink and to rest a little.”

Billie pouts, knowing a losing fight when she saw one. You take in the sight of the pair; their hair had greyed over time, their face becoming wrinkled but their love – it was so palpable, it could be felt in every aspect of their conversation and every expression they sent each other.

Billie and George manage to wrangle the whole Bridgerton clan into their drawing room with promises of food, tea and stories of their mother’s youth. Violet pales at such a promise but Billie’s hand on her arm steadies her.

Your children, John and Violet, join their many cousins on the carpet. They all sit cross legged, eyes intently focused on the elderly couple sitting on the pale green couch. Billie gestures animatedly as she begins one of her many adventurous stories. George leans further back into the cushions, happy to let his wife regale his extended family with the very story of how they had fallen in love. A story told many times, but a story he would never tire of hearing, especially not from his beloved wife’s lips.

You watch all of this from where you sit, perched on the window seat. You smile at the sight of Anthony, Colin and Hyacinth watching Billie with nothing short of wonder written on their faces as they are reminded of the aunt that had explained the way of the land before they had truly understood what it meant to be part of a family with such a large responsibility.

Benedict joins you on the window seat, crossing his legs at the ankles as his heart sings at the sound of his children’s laughter. Silently, he reaches over to take your hand in his. He rests your tangled hands on his thigh; needing you close for a reason he cannot seem to find the words to explain.

“I love you,” You whisper, needing him to hear the words that have begged to be released since you had rolled up to Crake House.

“I love you too,” Benedict responds, his hand tightening around yours.

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candlewaxandp0lar0ids · 4 years ago

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if I can never give you peace — two || Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x reader // Word count (chapter): 5.8k // Genre: Mafia AU, Hybrid AU, enemies to lovers // Ao3

↳ It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and the girl’s father decides he needs to be killed.

Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fight and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine.

Until he comes back.

Warnings and tags (chapter): Descriptions of violence, Threats, kind of dark in general

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The car is late, you think as you smooth over the fabric of your skirt, your mouth twisted in a disapproving scowl. Annoyance is one of the few emotions that ever appear on your face, and you don’t even bother to hide it. You have only been standing there, waiting, for a few minutes, but it already disrupts your perfectly well-oiled routine. This is just one of the many changes that have come with Jungkook taking over, but it could be the one you are the least fond of.

You used to have the routine down to a T. You knew exactly when to leave your apartment so that the car would stop in front of you right as you reached the pavement. There were small hiccups every now and then — traffic, last-minute phone calls —, but most of the time, it went perfectly. You liked that. Having that kind of control, when your life had always been completely out of your hands, was comforting.

That went out the window the day you started working for Jungkook.

When the car stops in front of you, five minutes, that’s three-hundred seconds, after the agreed-upon time, you take a short breath before opening the door and stepping in.

There, of course, is your new boss, sitting with his legs widely spread on the leather seat. He changed your discreet sedan for a limousine, which you find obnoxious, but you didn’t protest. You liked to think that you were better than that at picking your battles

“Mr. Jeon,” you say with a nod, voice even.

Jungkook grins when you call him that. You know he enjoys the title, the power it indicates, particularly since hybrids are supposed to only ever have the same last name as their owners.

“Lot of work to be done today,” he comments, and you know he’s just saying that to rile you up. You used to report to Mr. X, but you worked on your own more often than not. Now, you’re basically Jungkook’s glorified secretary. You wouldn’t particularly mind the change if it didn’t mean that you had to sit and watch him superbly ignore your carefully crafted schedule, as he had every single day for the past week.

“Indeed,” you reply without batting an eyelid. “This morning, you have a meeting with Suga,” this one he should go to, he never misses them, “then you are supposed to eat with Fred Lucas,” chances were he wouldn’t show up to that and make you take him to a fancy restaurant instead, and you would be the one to have to handle the situation with him, “and later today I think it would be important for you to pay a visit to the Mystery Room.” That place was one of the few legal aspects of the business at the moment, if you ignore the drugs that get sold there, and it was not a location you should lose right now. “They have been quite… difficult, since the change in direction.”

That last one is new, and you’re not sure how Jungkook will react to it. Of course, there is plenty more work to do, but you’re trying out new methods to get him to do at least what really matters. You don’t understand why he would hire you if he doesn’t let you do your job, but hey, at least you’re alive. And so is your family.

You don’t know how long that will last, though. Unless Jungkook seriously gets his act together, it won’t take long for someone to think that they can do the same thing he did, and have him murdered. You’re even mildly surprised it hasn’t happened yet. That’s the thing, when a leader gets killed. It weakens the whole structure, and it gives people ideas.

The grin disappears from Jungkook’s face and he nods gravely at that last piece of information. That catches your eye, because it’s new. You tell yourself that maybe, just maybe, he spent the last week riding the high of his victory against Mr. X, and that he will be efficient if there’s trouble, at least.

“Cancel that second thing,” he says. “I want to eat at that restaurant I went to last week. You should get me a reservation there.”

Or not.

“But you can go meet him,” he adds, and you blink.

“Mr. Lucas is expecting to see you,” you say, in case you weren’t clear.

“And he doesn’t get to demand my presence like that,” Jungkook snaps. You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from wincing. His voice sounds harsh, cutting. Dangerous. “Did he think that I’d go ask for treats because a human joined us? That’s not how that shit works.”

Okay. He’s not wrong here, but you don’t know about this— approachto the situation. Fred is, indeed, one of the two human leaders who decided to immediately join Jungkook when the news of the death of Mr. X and the uprising of hybrids in various parts of your branches in the city spread. You wouldn’t be surprised if he expected a treatment of favor for that, too, but you’re not sure letting him know how little his gesture was appreciated was the way to go.

“I don’t think—”

“He’s replaceable,” Jungkook says with a dismissive movement of the wrist. “I’ll swap him for one of my men the second he makes a mistake. It would be a lot better if no one forgot that.”

The look he gives you makes his message crystal clear. You feel your mouth getting dry, but you know nothing is showing in your expression, and that at least is a relief.

“I’ll go to the meeting and get you your reservation, then,” you say, pulling out your phone. “Does the rest of the schedule work for you?”

Jungkook frowns, and the tiniest feeling of satisfaction spreads in your chest. You know he’s just applying pressure and waiting for you to crack, but you won’t.You’re used to contorting yourself to please everyone. You’ve made it work for years, and it will take much more than those childish games for you to snap.

Or, at least, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the past week.

“Fine.” Then he closes his eyes and leans back in the seat. You raise an eyebrow at the sight. You know it’s not because he trusts you, but because he doesn’t think you have the guts to do anything to him — and because, even if you did, he’s pretty confident he wouldn’t have any trouble stopping you. You hate that you find something endearing in that vision. Jungkook was genetically designed to be handsome, and he is.More than that, though, when you look at him right now, even though his long bunny ears are skillfully hidden under a headband, he looks cute.

And he could — and would — take less than a second to snap your neck.

“This afternoon should be fun at least,” he mumbles under his breath, and you hide your grimace.

Shit. That can’t be good.

It’s been clear to you from the very first day that Suga knows exactly what he is doing. It’s also been clear that this isn’t his scene. Being at the forefront of operations, taking the lead — it’s obvious that he would much rather stay in the shadows. You’re not sure how important he was to Jungkook’s organization before, since no one has bothered trying to inform you of that, but you suspect that he’s usually more the type to be in the field.

Right now, though, he’s standing in front of a small group, exposing what the recent developments have been. Sitting behind Jungkook, you listen to him attentively. Those reunions should become less frequent, but right now things could still change completely, and you cannot afford to be taken by surprise.

You are, however, starting to feel less and less comfortable with the fact that nothing seems to be coming out of them. Sure, Yoongi informs you of the people who have sided with Jungkook and of those who are openly opposed to him — a minority, so far — but there is a large group in between that seems to be in no hurry to take position. And you don’t like it.

It hasn’t been long since Jungkook has taken over, but you should at least have gotten someintel by now. You’re not sure what isn’t working here. For now, you don’t want to risk provoking anyone by offering your services. Worry is starting to gnaw at you, though. You could all be driving into a dead-end street at full speed, and that stupid struggle you’re having with Jungkook just isn't worth dying over.

“So not much has changed,” Jungkook comments, tapping his fingers onto the table. He looks nonchalant, but you notice a muscle in his jaw twitching. You wonder if he understands more than he lets on.

“Things have been stagnant,” Yoongi admits without batting an eye. “There hasn’t been any open rebellion, but communication is lacking.”

“That needs to get better.”

“We’re working on it.”

They probably are, but it doesn’t look like that’s going well. Word has reached your ears that some of the branches have been keeping hybrids at bay as discreetly as possible.

“What about that Mystery Room thing?” Jungkook asks, frowning. “What’s going on over there?”

“The what?” Yoongi frowns.

Jungkook looks puzzled — pissed, actually — for a second, then glances at you over his shoulder, and the attention of the whole room suddenly shifts to you. You straighten your back, swallow.

“The owner of the bar has missed a payment to us,” you state calmly, “and it seems that he has no intention of making it and is trying to get out of his contract with us. It would be better if we didn’t lose it right now.”

“What do you mean, ‘it seems’?” Yoongi asks, narrowing his golden eyes at you. His voice sounds more like a hiss, and this time, you struggle to hide your reaction. You haven’t forgotten what it felt like, when you thought he was going to kill you. It’s affected you more than you’d like to admit.

“I have a contact who—”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, and you close your mouth.

“I’m going there today,” Jungkook informs him, and Yoongi nods.

“I’ll be around.”

The two men have a silent exchange of looks. Their relationship is somewhat atypical, not something Mr. X had with anyone. It looks like they genuinely rely on and trust each other. You suppose someone else would find it touching, but you don’t have it in yourself. Especially not when that means they both have it out for you.

“Haven’t you been following what we’ve been talking about here for the past week?” Jungkook snarks at you, and you blink. “Any information you get from now on needs to get to Suga so he can factor it in.” At that, you give him a disbelieving look. That just won’t work. It can’t. Not for the first time, you wonder how much he underestimates you, exactly. If he knew anything about the way you work, about how many contacts you have and how much information you’re usually juggling with, he would never ask that of you.

Yet you nod. You don’t know yet if you’ll send a believable amount of intel to Suga, or just absolutely drown him under it until they tell you to stop, but once more, this just isn’t worth fighting over.

Especially when fighting over something can so easily mean dying over it, in your current situation.

“Will do, Mr. Jeon.”

He looks displeased, and you know it’s because all he’s waiting for is for you to slip.

“I shouldn’t even bring you to these meetings. You’re not even taking any notes. That’s fucking useless.”

It takes everything in you to bite back a scoff at that. You could tell him you don’t need to take notes when Yoongi is talking about minimal changes in a landscape you know on the tip of your fingers, that maybe you would if he said anything of value, and that this wouldn’t be an issue if people actually feared him.

You marvel at how annoyed that quip makes you. You suppose you don’t like it when your competence is questioned. You don’t like the threat either, though. You don’t want to risk falling out of the loop.

“I’ve gotten you a reservation at that restaurant,” you say. “If things are done here, I’ll be on my way to meet Mr. Lucas.”

Changing the subject. Deflecting. Trying your best to live to see another day. It seems like it’s all you’ve been doing for the past week. You know you can keep it up for a long time, you’re patient enough. You also know that this game is set up to make you lose.

Right now, as Jungkook looks at you, clearly not amused by your attitude, there is a terrifying moment during which you fear that he might just drop the charade. The only point of this whole thing is to get rid of you. He could decide he only wants to do that any second.

“Yeah, right. Be on your way.”

He dismisses you like you’re some low lackey, but that, at least, isn’t anything new, and you know how to handle it. You bow politely, then exit the room.

“You really wanna keep her around?” Yoongi asks once you’re gone, and Jungkook groans.

He doesn’t know why he had expected you to break easily. He’d seen you work for Mr. X, do that same shit he makes you do and survive as long as you had, so he should have known you’d be good at it. He supposes he’d been used to you making decisions for him, back then, and had thought that was a normal thing for you, that you wouldn’t enjoy being in the position of taking orders. But you were, after all, just someone who worked for others that whole time.

Not that he gives a fuck about it. He couldn’t care less why you did the things you did. All he wants is to give you a taste of your own medicine. Dangling a false chance of survival in front of your eyes and let you handle the rest yourself. So as long as you push through… well. He’ll let it slide.

It’s not like you can keep doing it forever anyway.

Fred Lucas worries you. He’s always smiled too widely, been too loud, made too many jokes. You know Mr. X considered him to be some sort of buffoon, but also kept his distance from him. Mr. X didn’t like people who pretended to wear their hearts on their sleeves.

“Always a pleasure to see you, (Y/N),” he greets you warmly when you walk up to him and you give him a nod. If he’s upset that Jungkook isn’t there, he doesn’t show it, just like you don’t show your distaste for his use of your first name. “I’d like to discuss with just you, though,” he adds, eyeing Hector, who’s standing beside you. The fact that you still have him by your side is the only good thing that has come from working for Jungkook so far.

You don’t like that. You’re all too aware of the fact that this is his land, and that the only reason why he’s saying that is that Hector is a hybrid. If that gets back to Jungkook, it wouldn’t be good for Fred — but you don’t think he’ll go down without a fight. You glance at Hector, who looks as placid as always and offers no help. The gears in your head are turning fast. Before, you were protected by how indispensable you were considered by Mr. X. That is clearly not the case anymore, but Fred likely isn’t aware of that. Yet.

On the other hand, sending Hector away would show weakness, and you can’t afford that.

“Hector goes where I go,” you say.

Fred’s smile widens even more.

“Of course, of course, can’t trust anyone those days, can you?”

You wonder if it’s a jab at you and how quickly you changed sides, but he is more or less in the same position, so you could just be paranoid.

“Come on, come on in, let’s get ourselves a drink.”

You don’t want a drink, but you do follow him in. The sooner you do that, the sooner you will be out of here.

Fred has a lot of things to say. Most of it isn’t relevant to anything that is happening right now, but you’ve never been able to tune things out. You always worry you’ll miss an essential piece of information. So you listen as he babbles about his business — getting weapons in and out of the city, something he is decently good at — but also about his family, his friendships, and his favorite kind of alcohol. You let him pour you a glass, even if you have no intention of touching it.

“I hear you,” you manage to interrupt him, “but I am curious to know why you wanted a meeting with Mr. Jeon. It seems to me that you have the situation here under control.”

Flattery has always worked on Fred, and you have no issue in using that against him.

“Of course we do,” he gloats. “It’s just— There are a lot of rumorsfloating around those days, you know?”

You do know. You suspect Fred has heard the same things as you. You also suspect most people have been very careful not to let those things reach Yoongi’s ears.

“People are talking about a ‘human opposition’ forming,” Fred gasps dramatically. “Can you believe it? Some people are really not happy about being led by a hybrid.”

That seems to be more concrete than what you’ve heard, which means that Fred could be exaggerating things… or that he was contacted to join that opposition. And you don’t like that second possibility, not at all. You trust Fred about as far as you can throw him, and that means you certainly don’t trust him to not try and play both sides.

“That was to be expected,” you reply calmly. “I do not doubt that Mr. Jeon knew such a reaction was coming.”

Fred narrows his eyes at you, trying to gauge what you knew then and what you know now. Which isn’t much, but that’s not something you plan to let slip out.

“Do you know of anything specific?”

You see from the glint in Fred’s eyes that he knows the game is on. If you know something and he doesn’t tell you, he will look suspicious, but he could also reveal too much, and you doubt he wants to play his cards so soon.

“I— don’t, unfortunately,” he finally says, and you nod. Either he hasn’t heard of the Mystery Room, or he is voluntarily hiding it from you. Regardless, that limits how useful he is to you. “But the word on the street is that Jungkook may not know what he’s doing all that well.”

You send him a sharp glance. He’s taking a risk in telling you that, you both know it. That doesn’t make the information any less precious.

“I see. And, again, I don’t suppose you know where this— ‘word on the street’ is coming from?”

He shrugs, a true picture of innocence, and maybe you’d have believed it if Fred hadn’t been in the business for longer than you. He knew, he just wasn’t telling because he wanted to preserve his opportunities if something happened.

“I have to go, then. Thank you for the drink, Mr. Lucas.”

“Please,” he says, holding out his hand. “Call me Fred.”

That won’t be happening.

“Goodbye, Mr. Lucas.”

Once you’re out, you take a second to collect yourself, Hector following like a shadow and waiting for you silently.

“Is everything okay?” he asks after you’ve mulled over the conversation that just happened for several minutes.

“It’s fine,” you say as a reflex. You couldn’t stop thinking about how Fred had taken a gamble when he’d proclaimed his allegiance to Jungkook. He’d bet on him coming out on top, and yet you didn’t trust it. You couldn’t think of a reason why he would do that instead of carefully waiting to see how things would go, like everyone else. You didn’t like this. Not one bit. “We need to get to Mystery Room,” you add.

“Of course,” Hector nods, gesturing towards the limo, and you don’t bother repressing a groan this time.

“God. That’s so tacky.”

That brings a smile to Hector’s lips, but you don’t smile back. You never do. Instead, you climb in, roll your eyes at the whole thing, and let yourself be driven away. You can’t come to a conclusion about Fred Lucas just yet, but you have no intention of forgetting about him either.

It takes you a few seconds, once you’re out of the car, to understand that something isn’t right. You’ve never been good with feelings — instincts, as hybrids call them — and the air doesn’t feel particularly tense or charged to you. Hector stands a little close to you for comfort, and you piece things together from there. There are a few cars around, but not too many, which isn’t surprising considering it’s the middle of the afternoon. Still, you can hear voices from inside, and you know there’s an argument going on there.

“Let’s go,” you say with a decided nod, and Hector leads the way, shoulders tense, ready to pounce if needed. You trust him to do his job, and that’s a lot, coming from you.

You frown when you walk into the bar, taking a few seconds to let your eyes get adjusted to the lack of luminosity, and that frown only deepens when you hear the argument going on and recognize Jungkook’s voice. God. The concepts of subtlety and discretion are completely lost on him, aren’t they?

Making your way through the room, you try to evaluate the situation. Yoongi is leaning against a table, looking bored out of his mind, though you’re sure he doesn’t miss anything from what is going on in the room. As if to prove your point, his golden eyes flick towards you for a second when you approach, before looking away, clearly uninterested. Other than him, it seems that the only other people present are the owner and various employees. You think it’s stupid and dangerous that they showed up here basically alone but, for the millionth time today, you grit your teeth and don’t say anything.

There are five men around, including the bouncer and a security guard. They’re probably armed, and that’s to say nothing of anyone you cannot see. Outside of Yoongi, though, no one pays attention to you, not until the bartender asks loudly “Mojito, as usual, Miss (L/N)?”

It’s a bit early for that, actually, but you give him a nod. The Mystery Room isn’t quite your scene — you’ve always been one to prefer classy restaurants — but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re well-known here, and everywhere, actually, which is something that everyoneknows, except your own boss. That is obvious by the way people’s attitude shifts when they see you. The owner bows to you politely. You acknowledge it with a curt movement of your chin. Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. He doesn’t look happy about it.

You wait until you have your glass in your hand to say something. The silence that fills the room is heavy, and you can feel Jungkook’s anger emanating from him, having lost the men’s attention. He’s the man who murdered Mr. X, took over half of his operations without anyone noticing, and their fucking boss, and they’re still treating him like a low-life hybrid.

“You haven’t been paying what you owe us,” you say, almost lightly, when you get your drink. “Has business been slow?”

You know it has. You know people aren’t too sure what to think of Jungkook yet. You also know they’ve still made money. Better yet, you’re sure the men in the room know youknow that. You’re giving them an obvious way out. All they have to do is say “yes”, and you’ll come up with something. You won’t let them go off scot-free, but there’s no need for this to end in a bloodbath, either.

“That’s not the issue,” the man says, voice raspy, and you don’t let it show, of course you don’t, but you’re still taking the hit. They’re underestimating Jungkook.

This might be the last mistake they make.

“I think it would be better for everyone if we could work through whatever issue there is,” you say slowly.

Better for them, really, especially because this is you giving him a second chance. There won’t be a third one.

“I’m afraid we don’t, uh, approve of the recent change in direction,” he replies, a stupid grin on his face. He’s mocking you and your infamous overly procedural speech. You know people say you can’t accept who you’re working for, that you can’t take the idea of having blood on your hands.

You may not care, but you’re well-aware of it, and you really don’t appreciate him saying that to your face. You’ll have to make an example out of him.

You sigh and shake your head at his answer. You’re not going to enjoy this. You’ve seen people’s attempts at rebellion against Mr. X, even if those were few and far between, and no matter how much of a fight they put up, it never ends well. For them.

You’re prepared to just leave the place and arrange for it to be set on fire during the night, when Jungkook’s voice snaps you out of it.

“What’s your problem with the change in direction, fucker?”

The mood changes immediately. Hector’s hand on your shoulder gently pulls you back, and Yoongi hops off the table to come stand next to Jungkook, hands in his pockets. He looks nonchalant and relaxed. He could probably easily kill everyone in this room and not get a drop of blood on his jacket.

The owner squares his shoulders and walks up to him. He’s slightly taller and much larger than Jungkook.

“Listen, bunny…”

You barely have the time to widen your eyes at the word, to think about all the ways Jungkook has made it clear that he’s not your typical rabbit-hybrid before his right hook connects with the man’s jaw, so fast you would have missed it if you’d blinked.

A moment of stunned silence follows, during which the man stumbles backwards, hand coming to cup his face in disbelief. And then, he seems to decide that it’s a good idea to retaliate. The dozens, hundreds maybe, of fights you’ve seen Jungkook win flash before your eyes. He doesn’t stand a chance.

People start moving around you, but it seems like it’s only a fistfight. No guns are drawn, for now, and you’re reminded of how much you fucking hate watching people fight. You take a step back, bored already at this stupid display of strength and violence. Still, you can’t help it when your eyes are drawn to Jungkook. There’s a— curiosity within you. How much has he truly changed, in the past two years?

For one, he certainly isn’t pretending this time, isn’t trying to make this fight last for a few more rounds. There iscertain showmanship there, though, you note. He’s giving time for the owner to recover while he takes out some of the other men with hits of surgical precision. He wants them to seewhatever he’s going to do to their boss. Hector and Yoongi keep the fight contained, don’t let anyone escape or call for help, but Jungkook doesn’t need their help. No one here is a threat to him, and it doesn’t take long for the men to be on the floor, groaning in pain.

The owner pushes himself up, spits some blood on the floor. Jungkook turns to face him and beckons him closer with a flick of his hand. He looks amused.

“You fucking piece of—”

This time, Jungkook doesn’t go for the head. His fist gets the man in the ribs, and that first punch is followed by dozens of others, not giving the man any respite, not letting him breathe. When the man falls back, Jungkook doesn’t stop, though the hits slow down, based on what you can see and hear. You have to clench your jaw to stop yourself from grimacing at the sound of flesh hitting flesh, of the bones underneath clashing. It was drowned out, back when he fought in a ring, but knowing it was there disgusted you back. You don’t know why, you just hate it. It makes you sick.

When Jungkook finally gets back up, he hasn’t even broken a sweat. There are five men on the ground, clenching different parts of their bodies and crying out in pain, and he isn’t even out of breath.

“You should fucking reconsider,” he spits out.

They won’t have to. This place will be gone soon enough.

His eyes meet yours as he walks out, and his expression turns to a disgusted scowl. It almost draws a scoff out of you, but you hold it in, and instead, you follow him dutifully.

Jungkook doesn’t speak to you in the car, eyes instead on his bloody knuckles. It will heal fast, you know, and that’s probably why he doesn’t bother taking care of it. When the car stops, you look outside and find yourself faced with your own apartment building. It’s not even five in the afternoon yet. You turn around to give your boss a quizzical look.

“You’re not needed anymore,” he shrugs. He doesn’t sound like he’s playing this time, though you’re still sure that he wants to get on your nerves.

You hate that it’s working this time.

“The day isn’t—”

“I think you’ve proved exactly how efficient you are today,” he says, obviously dismissing you. “I have no fucking idea how you got this job.”

You bite your tongue not to reply. You don’t care about the job, you don’t care about his opinion of you, you barely even care about the Family. You should just nod, give him the usual “yes, Mr. Jeon,” and walk out. But something keeps you in place a little longer than it should, and that’s how much you hate jobs that aren’t well done.

Your voice sounds distant to your own ears when you say what you’re supposed to, your body doesn’t feel like your own when you walk out and close the door. Your breathing quickens while you hear the car leave behind you like it’s all happening in a dream, your head spins, and you stand frozen in place, staring right in front of you.

Is this your life now? you wonder, feeling your heart thumping like it’s trying to get out of your chest. Are you going to let yourself be so disposable, so mediocre, let everything you’ve spent years building fall apart? This isn’t the time for pride, you’re well aware of that, but it’s still eating at you inside.

You walk back to your apartment like you’re in a trance. There’s a heavy weight on your chest, and you realize you have to make a choice. If things stay like that, you suppose Jungkook will have your head at some point. This is a fight of patience. One you cannot win. But if you make yourself indispensable, then maybe, maybe you can survive it. You’ve done it once already.

You brush aside the little voice mocking your reasoning, telling you that you’re doing this because you don’t want to lose your status. Not because it’s wrong, but because you know that’s not enough of an incentive for you to take a risk. You need something stronger than that. Even if you know it’s a lie.

That doesn’t stop your hand from trembling as you dial Yoongi’s number. You’re happy there’s no one to see you, because God, you couldn’t take your carefully crafted facade crumbling right now.

“Yes?” he answers quickly. If he’s surprised to hear from you, it doesn’t show.

“What are the plans for the Mystery Room?” you ask, satisfied that your voice doesn’t quiver, even if you’re a mess right now.

There’s a silence at the other end of the line, and you suspect he’s considering not answering you, so you take the initiative.

“You need to at least replace the owner,” you say, kicking off your shoes. “You can convince him to sell to us,” — convince, one of your favorite euphemisms — “or get rid of him and get the place from his family. Burning the place down is also an option. We can’t let what happened slide like that.”

“Hmm,” Yoongi says.

“Also, it would better if Mr. Jeon could avoid fighting with people. The last thing we want is people who think they can challenge him.”

“He can take them.”

“That’s not the issue. If people think they have a chance, they’ll keep trying. We don’t want them to do that.”

Another, longer silence.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because he’ll listen to you.”

“And you think I will listen to you?”

You roll your eyes. It’s strange, you know you’re gambling your life right now, but the tension you were experiencing earlier has been replaced by an eerie calm. You feel detached from everything.

Maybe you’ve been doing this for too long.

“You don’t have to,” you say, “but this is my job. I’m good at it. If you just let me do it, it would be far more efficient than whatever has been going on for the last week. I know you don’t trust me, but you can probably come to the same conclusions as me in this situation at least.”

Your heart is hammering in your chest. This is an explicit critique, something you would never have risked with Mr. X, and it’s the most open act of defiance that you’ve ever done — and it’s to convince them to let you workfor them.

“We’ll see about that,” he replies dismissively, and your shoulders fall at first, but then he adds, almost reluctantly, “I’ll take what you said into consideration.”

“Good. We also need to talk about tomorrow’s meeting. I’ve gotten some important information about the opposition to Mr. Jeon, and I think—”

As you explain the situation to Yoongi, you feel yourself calming down. Maybe it’s because you’re doing something that’s familiar to you, you’re not sure, but you can breathe again, and that solidifies your conviction that you’re making the right decision.

Finally, you’re ready to take back your life.

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eternally-writing · 4 years ago

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backstage business | jjk

genre: smut and fluff

rating: R (18+, minors dni!!!)

pairing: Jungkook x reader

theme: idol!au, bighit worker! reader

word count: 2.0k

warnings: swearing, unprotected sex (practice safe sex!!), sorta exhibitionism, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, oral rex (f receiving), dirty talk, creampie, brief gagging kinda

synopsis: Working as a stylist for Bighit meant that sometimes you could give a little extra attention to Jungkook.

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“Y/N-shi, can you help me with these buttons on my shirt”

The voice calling out to you from behind a dressing room door tore you away from fixing Taehyung’s tie and off to him. Talking to some of the other stylists, you snuck away to tend to your job.

As you opened that dressing room door, you immediately felt yourself get pulled in and pressed against a broad chest.

“Jeez, mmph, someone’s eager. Hello to you too Jeon”

You could immediately feel his wet, hot lips attacking any of your exposed skin, and you could secretly hear Jungkook murmuring to the heavens, thanking them for making you wear and off the shoulder top to work today.

“I missed you so much bub, couldn’t keep my eyes off of you all morning”,” Jungkook breathed to you in between kisses, barely taking long enough breaks in order to get a whole sentence out.

“Oh really? How much”

Jungkook looked up at you and grinned, his eyes darkening with a sinful glance in them.

“Let me show you love”

He immediately started unbuttoning your blouse, sliding his hands down to cup your chest. The feeling of Jungkook’s hands on your chest was something that you would never get enough of. As his mouth attached to your nipple, you couldn’t hold back your moans. Jungkook was lapping at your chest like he hadn’t eaten anything all day (truth was, he hadn’t) and he was absolutely enchanted by the way your body reacted to his tongue.

“Shh, babygirl, everyone’s right outside that door trying to get ready. Do you want them to know how much of a slut you are?”

Truth was, a part of you really did, but alas, you needed your job so silent quickies with Jungkook in dressing rooms would have to do.

“M-. more kook, I need more of you”

Feeling like teasing you, Jungkook slowly trailed his hands over your body.

“More of me here?” he innocently inquired as he began by reaching up to move your hair behind your ear.

Your breaths became irregular with his touch, but both of you knew that was not what you had in mind,

Trailing his hands down, he brought them to your waist, squeezing the supple flesh there tenderly. “Here?”

You shook your head, growing impatient with need.

His hands then landed on your thighs, rubbing them ever so slowly while gazing at you with a sultry look.

Unable to take it anymore, you took his hand and hastily brought it to cup your pussy. Immediately groaning in relief, you started to grind down onto his open palm and let your juices coat his skin.

“So wet just for me? What a dirty girl. I bet you’re already wet enough that I could just do this”

Without any warning, Jungkook plunged one finger into your core, the feelings sending shockwaves throughout your system. The raw scream that arose from your chest was loud enough to make the mirrors on the wall shake.

Jungkook tsked you at your eagerness and cocked his head to the side.

“If you can’t keep quiet babygirl, i’m going to have to shut you up myself. You’re gonna by good for me right baby? Gonna be my good girl?”

You nodded feverishly at Jungkook’s words, but there was no way you could stop the sounds of pleasure from escaping you.

You thought Jungkook would keep his lips on yours to keep you quiet, but instead, you felt his mouth under your skirt, gripping your thong between his teeth and pulling it down your legs.

Taking a moment to appreciate how your panties were absolutely soaked, Jungkook felt a moan slip through his lips.

“You remember your safeword right?”

You nodded.

“Say it back to me babygirl.”

You spoke confidently, with an air of excited in your voice. “Pizza”

“Tap me twice if you can’t talk okay?”

Now accepting your nod as a response, Jungkook stuffed your panties into your face, allowing you to taste your wetness on your own tongue as he moved back down to your core.

Plunging his finger back into your core, your groans were now successfully muffled on your own thong, but nothing could hide the way your body writhed under Jungkook’s ministrations.

He then switched his tongue attacking your sex, then bringing his hand to your clit, rubbing in circles.

“S-so, fffucking, gooood, kook” you moaned, the words still decipherable to Jungkook’s ears though your barricaded mouth.

His tongue dipping deep into your core, Jungkook was devouring every last bit of essence in you. His mouth was buried into your cunt, his nose even brushing against your cunt to add extra pleasure.

As much as Jungkook knew he needed to keep you quiet, the sound of your moans was the most beautiful sound on his ears, and he would do anything to hear it.

“Need to hear you babygirl, I miss your moans already”

Taking the cloth out of your mouth, Jungkook placed you up on the sink and bunched your skirt up, allowing him perfect access to your dripping cunt. Enjoying the newfound freedom, you couldn’t stop yourself from whispering out praises for Jungkook.

“I’m so c-close Kookie, don’t stop please, don-, don’t stop”

But then he did stop.

Thinking only with your pussy and not with your brain, you were about to start berating Jungkook for stopping you from reaching your high, but before you could get the words out Jungkook beat you to the case.

“Want you to cum around my cock babe, I need to feel you right now”

You started to fumble with the same buttons that you had to come in here to undo, wanting to feel Jungkook’s skin on yours.

As Jungkook’s cock was released from his pants, you whined as you saw the way his perfect cock was leaking with precum, the tip red and swollen and ready to be inside you.

Pressing a passionate kiss against your tips, Jungkook began to tap his cock against your clit, teasing you by rubbing the head on your pussy.

“Ready for this, babygirl,” he taunted you with a smirk on his face.

You definitely were not above beginning, and you knew that was exactly what he wanted.

“Please. Please Jungkook, I need you so bad. I’ll do anything for your cock right now.”

As your praises for Jungkook fell from your slips, you could feel his cock twitch at your entrance.

Without warning, Jungkook began to slide into you, feeling his cock stretching around your pussy.

“Ohh fuck, I love your pussy Y/N,” moaned out Jungkook in pure ecstacy

“It’s all yours Jungkook. I’m all yours”

You clenched your pussy in pleasure, bringing Jungkook along with you as his mouth formed a perfect o-shape. His thrusts then became even faster and stronger as he buried himself deep enough into you to have his pubic bone meet your clit with every thrust.

“Shit baby, this pussy is all mine. Gonna make a mess in this pussy”

You moaned at Jungkook’s words, both of you too wrapped up in pleasure to even remember that the rest of BTS and their crew were on the other side of a very thin door. You could feel Jungkook’s thrusts start to get sloppier as he then buried himself to the hilt inside of you, releasing ropes of his cum into you with a groan.

“Sooo fucking good Y/N, oh my fuck”

Realizing that you hadn’t cum yet, Jungkook took his hand to your clit, rubbing in circles just the way you liked it to bring you to your edge. Soon you were also a writhing, moaning mess on top of the dressing room sink, and you could feel yourself begin to lose control of your body. As your organsm washed over you, Jungkook kept pounding into you, letting you ride out your high on his cock.

Coming to your senses, you hopped off the sink. Before you could get to putting your clothes back on, you felt Jungkook’s cum running down your thighs, in a way that was way too obvious so you wouldn’t be able to go outside looking like that. Staring up at Jungkook with your eyes as wide as saucers, you were met with his doe eyes, which were contrasted by the smirk painting his lips.

“Looks like I have to clean you up then baby”

Jungkook then dipped down to lap at your cunt again, cleaning up the lines of cum painting your things softly. Placing soft kisses on your thighs, Jungkook kept murmuring sweet nothings right into your equally sweet core.

Hearing the hustle and bustle of outside picking up made you realize that you had probably spent way too long in here apparently “trying to button up Jungkook’s shirt”.

As you were buttoning up your own shirt and pushing down your skirt, you felt Jungkook’s eyes on you.

“My panties, Kook, please?”

Instead of handing them to you, you caught him stuffing them into his pocket.

“I’m taking them as a little reward for me princess, that’s okay right?”

And looking at those doe eyes, how could you ever say no.

Peppering kisses all over your face as a thank you, Jungkook began outting on his clothes as well as he couldn’t wipe a stupidly bright after-sex grin off of his face.

Before you walked out the door, you took one last look back at Jungkook, who looked absolutely spent from your rendezvous.

“Next time, say you need help tightening your corset or something Kook, it’ll buy us more time,” you mentioned with one last wink before you sauntered away.

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The set of today’s shoot erupted in cheers and thank you’s as the director called cut on the last scene of the day. You were thankful the shoot was over; your feet ached from running around organizing clothes all day, and the wetness between your legs had only increased as you watched Jungkook looking so sexy as he performed. You wanted nothing more than to be in Jungkook’s arms again as you started to clean up the set alongside the other stylists. The boys being the respectful men they were, would always come by individually to thank everyone, even when they had been filming since 4am and hadn’t even had a chance to eat lunch yet.

When Jungkook came over to you, he tried to give you a platonic hug in an effort to conceal your secret hook ups from the boys and your co-workers. He couldn’t stop himself from whispering in your ear.

“Thank you for the gift today Y/N, this shoot was a lot of fun thanks to you”

To any onlooker his words would have seemed completely normal, but only to you and Jungkook did you understand the true meaning of his sentiments.

Passing him off with a pat on the back, you then became face to face with Jimin.

Instead of the regular thank you’s you’d received from the other members, he instead leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“Could you be a little quieter next time you fuck our maknae? Next time we won’t even be able to film a bangtan bomb outside while you guys are going at it like rabbits in there.”

You couldn’t hide the way your jaw (and Jungkook’s) dropped at his words. Unable to speak, he carried on.

“I’m just joking with you though. Keep doing what you’re doing Y/N, it looks like you make our maknae really happy”

In a slight look of shame, you cowered into Jungkook’s chest, while he laughed loudly at the situation.

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just-here-for-the-moment · 4 years ago

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For the DIFFERENT POV GAME:

I want Javi’s POV on this whole adorable scene.

Okay, my Queen @quica-quica-quica, I want you to know that I suuuuucked in a huge breath when I saw this Ask, because I was entirely unsure if I could do this. It seemed like a really hard challenge, but FOR YOU I’ll try anything.

I dug in to see what I could do, and of course because I can’t just write succinctly I had to start waaaaaay back in the beginning of the story to get Javier where I needed him for the phone number scene… hope that’s okay!!

Thank you for challenging me this way! This went from scary to amazing in just a few days! I love you so much, my friend!!!

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Coffee Shop Girl (a companion piece to “For Now” told from Javier’s point of view)

Word count: 3000+

Rating: mature, 18+ only

Outline: Javier Peña x “You” (Austin coffee shop barista; cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: slow-burn; references to previous hiring of sex workers; cigarette smoking; Javier masturbating

Javier Peña felt like he was at loose ends. Not for the first time in his life, but it’s different feeling ‘lost’ as a young man than feeling ‘lost’ when you’re on the wrong side of 40. At least a teenager can still expect their whole life ahead of them. Since leaving the DEA and the fight in Colombia behind, he had been feeling directionless.

Spending some time at his dad’s ranch in Laredo had helped, the way that hard labor and sweat always does. It left him too tired to ruminate, to sink into the blues and feel sorry for himself. He had lined up a teaching job at a university in D.C. but it didn’t start until the fall semester, and Javier wasn’t looking forward to an entire blazing-hot summer on the ranch. So when his friend Bill called from Austin and offered a short contract job doing consulting for one of the state agencies, he jumped at the chance.

Javier landed at Mueller Airport at 2:00 in the afternoon on the second Saturday in June. He made his way out of luggage pickup to the Hertz desk and signed for a rental car. It didn’t take him long to find the apartment complex where Bill had arranged for him to stay. Bill’s coworker’s son had graduated from UT Austin in May, and the lease wasn’t up until August, so everything worked out perfectly. Javi could sublet for the remainder of the summer, and the apartment complex was close enough to the office that he could take the bus, meaning he wouldn’t have to put too many miles on the rental car or pay for parking downtown. A small, blandly furnished one-bedroom apartment near work was perfect. He could make it work for two months, and he had certainly lived in much worse places during his years traveling.

On Monday Javier was introduced around the office and given his portfolio of cases to consult on. He also found out that the coffee in the office was total shit. He had spent too many years drinking government-grade slop at the DEA and other agencies to put up with it now. He wasn’t one to complain, or to order any of the frilly new designer coffee drinks that seemed to be making the rounds among the ladies in the secretarial pool, but he had noticed a coffee shop between here and the bus stop. Some local place, one of those Austin things where they boasted about fair trade and locally roasted beans. If they made a decent cup of black coffee he could splurge, buy a cup on his way into the office each day.

The bus dropped him off at the corner at 7:45, so he could grab a coffee and still be on time to work at 8:00. Punctuality wasn’t always his strong suit, but Javier wanted to at least make a good impression while he was consulting. You never knew who might be a network contact to something good, and he didn’t want to screw Bill over after he had recommended him for the contract.

Tuesday Javier tried the coffee shop and found out that their coffee was not only decent for the price, it was actually good. Wednesday he went back again, this time brushing fingers with the pretty barista by accident. He offered her a “thanks” and then went on his way. Thursday he walked in and stood patiently in line behind two stoner kids trying to make up their minds between breakfast tacos and blueberry muffins. The pretty barista was there again, and she waved him over with a smile, indicating he could skip to the counter and leave the hippie kids in line.

“Black coffee, right?” Her smile actually reached her eyes, and for a moment Javier was very glad for all of the body language and psychology classes he had ever had to sit through. It was nice having a pretty lady smile at you to start your morning, and even better that this one already knew his order. She was quick, he figured, and good at her job if she had his order memorized after only two days as a customer. Not that ‘black coffee, to go’ was a difficult order, but he hadn’t expected to become a regular so quickly.

He smiled and nodded, “That’s right. Thank you.” He looked for a wedding ring and then for a nametag on her black apron, but didn’t see either one. He slid a rumpled $5 bill across the counter, larger than the singles he had paid with the previous two days, but she was nice. “Keep the change.”

He thought he saw her bite her lip as she turned away, and while she was fixing his cup he took a moment to check her out. He wasn’t some kind of pervert who would goose her from over the counter, but from what he could see she was attractive. Hell, most women were attractive to Javier. He suddenly realized it had been a while since he’d gotten laid. His last relationship was years past, and he no longer visited prostitutes regularly. Javier wasn’t a ‘reformed man’ by any means, it was just that that habit had been limited to a specific time and place in his life where he wasn’t stable enough to have a long-term relationship, and it had the added bonus of gathering intelligence.

The barista turned back to him with the cup and when she handed it off their eyes locked and their fingers touched again. He saw her pupils dilate and recognized the little spark that turned over in his own gut. Damn, she really was attractive. But Javier didn’t want to be the kind of lecherous guy who hit on a woman while she was working. Too many men mistook the minimum of customer service friendliness for a sexual invitation. Or worse, like the men who hit on waitresses on purpose since they couldn’t be outright rude to stop them. Javier suppressed a smile and took the cup from her, nodding his thanks.

On Friday when he breezed into the coffee shop he saw the pretty barista smile from behind the counter, and she immediately turned and started pouring his to-go cup. She turned back and gave him the ‘what’s up’ chin nod while holding his cup up. Javier walked up and he slid a few singles across the counter to her.

Javier gave her a warm, “Thanks,” and winked at her. That was at least a harmless bit of flirting, in line with her bright smiles and her friendliness so far. If she liked it, great; and if not, then at least he hadn’t made her uncomfortable by asking for her number or hitting on her directly. When he said, “See you next week,” she smiled that bright smile back. Javier noticed that it again reached her eyes, lighting them up just a bit more than last time. A good sign.

The weekend dragged but Javier filled it up with errands: a run to HEB for groceries and to Highland Mall for a new shirt. If there was the possibility of a date sometime in the next few weeks he at least wanted to wear something other than his work clothes. Saturday night he ordered pizza and watched a movie on TV, some lame action movie with giant muscled guys shooting way too many bullets, and of course all the curse words and a sex scene edited out for network TV. Can’t let the kiddies hear the word ‘shit’ while they’re flipping channels, but watching Stallone blow a guy’s head off is good for their growing brains. He finished his pizza and a cigarette and then felt that tug, the loose ends, a little bored.

Javier took a shower and his mind went to the pretty barista, that smile, the sparkly eyes. He thought about those eyes looking up at him through her lashes, or down at him from on top. He wondered what her skin felt like, imagining the rest of her naked, spread out, touching him all over. He felt a little bit creepy touching himself to the thought of her, hoping it didn’t make him a bad person, hoping he would see her again on Monday. But fuck it, he needed the release. Javier came, spurting hot in the steamy shower as he leaned his head on his forearm and groaned into the cold tile wall. He wished he at least knew her name.

Sunday Javier slept in and then did laundry, tidied up the apartment, and took a jog around the neighborhood. He tried to talk himself out of a repeat of Saturday’s shower. It didn’t work.

On Monday Javier lit up as soon as he stepped off the bus. The first week of the consulting gig had gone well, but today was a big meeting and he knew the agency was not going to like his recommendations. He was constantly trying to quit, but at least he had cut back recently. He was down to a pack a day and only one cup of coffee. That had to count for something, right? Maybe his doctor would finally get off his back about that.

He smoked as rapidly as he could on his way to the coffee shop, and stubbed the cigarette out as soon as he reached the big window that overlooked the street corner. He tucked his sunglasses into the top pocket of his blazer and opened the door to the coffee shop.

The pretty barista was smiling, looking right at him and already holding up his cup of coffee like a game show model holding a prize. Javier felt his heart give a little squeeze, and he smiled and winked at her again as he approached the counter.

“You psychic or something? Or am I just that predictable?”

“Both, maybe.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him and gave him a toothy grin.

Javier opened his wallet and saw that his smallest bill was a $10, but he decided not to ask for change back. She was attentive to her customers, she had surprised him by having coffee ready, and she was cute. “Great service, keep the change.”

Her face lit up and she turned to put the money in the register. Javier turned and exited the front door, and then decided to look back through the big plate glass window. She was looking at him, and Javier realized that meant that she had watched him leave. He hoped he wouldn’t have to tip $10 every time to get that look. He lifted his cup, nodded at her, and then made his way to the office.

Tuesday she had his coffee ready again, so he gave her another wink with his smile, and he thought that she purposely put her fingers in a spot to touch his as she handed the cup over. He paid with a $5 bill again, and then thought about her smile and her touch all the way to the office a few blocks north. He didn’t want her to think that the overtipping was him trying to come on to her; it really was nice to have his order ready to go every day.

On Wednesday she had his coffee ready again as soon as he walked in, but Javier supposed that was a testament to the bus schedule more than his own punctuality. This time he paid with singles. But he didn’t want her to think the smaller tip was because of anything wrong with her customer service, so he smiled a little more warmly, turning the charm up as much as he dared without just outright hitting on her. He noticed she was looking again through the glass as he left. But of course the only reason he knew that was because he had looked, too.

On Thursday Javier decided that it wouldn’t hurt to flirt a little more obviously, but to give her an out in case she wasn’t interested. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable or fuck up his supply of good coffee, so he decided to take it a little slow. When he got to the corner he glanced into the window of the coffee shop and saw the pretty barista looking right at him. He took that as a good sign that she might be receptive to his flirting. He opened the door and let someone exit, then walked up to the counter. She pointed at his cup sitting on the counter in front of her, smiling that bright smile.

He arched an eyebrow up. “You trying to get rid of me? In and out so quickly?”

She grinned at him. “Depends on how long you were planning to stay. We close at 1:00 a.m. after open mic tonight. After that you gotta go somewhere else.” That was the most that she’d spoken to him yet. Javier decided to take his chance.

“And what time do you get off, after the morning shift?”

“Depends on who’s asking.” She winked and then bit the inside of her lips, like she had said something she shouldn’t have.

Javier decided to be direct. At least that would give her the chance to say ‘no’ if she wasn’t interested. He locked eyes with her and said, “I am.”

He was relieved to see her flash that big smile, all pretty soft lips and sparkly eyes. “I finish at 1:00, after the lunch rush.”

“Good to know.” He stuck his hand out to shake. “I’m Javier, by the way.” She continued to smile as she gave him her name. When she took his hand she gave a good firm shake, not like one of those women who went limp as soon as they shook a man’s hand. Javier liked her even more.

He fished a few bills out of his wallet. “Can I maybe stop by after your shift, take you to lunch sometime?”

“You can do me one better than that.” She reached down to grip the lid and spun the cup. He saw her name and seven digits scribbled in Sharpie. “My phone number’s on the cup.”

Javier gave her the eyebrows, very much enjoying how direct she was. It was nice to get a clear signal from a pretty lady, instead of having to play guessing games and worry about overstepping. He pursed his lips and nodded in approval.

“You do that for all your customers?”

“Just the best tippers.” And there was her pretty smile and her wink again, so soon after the first one.

Javier decided to give her both barrels. He put his hand out again, palm up instead of a handshake. When she put her hand in his he lifted her knuckles to his lips and pressed a soft kiss, giving her a look from under his eyelashes before he let go.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Javier picked up the cup and left, and gave her a warm smile through the glass as he walked away. As soon as he got to the office he jotted her name and the number on a scrap of paper and tucked it into his wallet. He felt hopeful in a way that he hadn’t for a long time, and he rolled the cup endlessly between his palms while he considered his options. Options. Something he sometimes had taken for granted in life, until those moments where they suddenly ran out.

Javier drained the last of the coffee and then scribbled over her number with a Sharpie before tossing the cup in the trash. No sense in letting her number out into the world where some creep might find it. He smoked his third cigarette of the day out on the plaza and thought about her smile, the brush of her fingers on his, the way she approached him directly. He could use a friend in town, one who wasn’t a guy at the agency or an old college buddy. One who was soft and sweet and might be open to a date… or more. He checked his watch and calculated the hours until 1:00 p.m.

Normally he wouldn’t go back to the coffee shop until tomorrow morning, but it wouldn’t hurt to pop back over there today at the end of her shift, see if she wanted to grab lunch, right? He hoped it wouldn’t scare her off, going back so quickly. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray by the lobby door and jogged back up to his office, taking the stairs two at a time. He wanted to finish up, get this meeting over with, see if he could get over to the coffee shop before she left. He sat in the meeting, watching the clock hands spin slowly, listening to someone drone on about a budget issue that didn’t impact his work, and which could have been a memo in the first place. He felt his irritation creep up the longer the meeting went on.

Finally the meeting closed and Javier hopped to his feet. He told Bill he was headed to lunch and then jogged back down the stairwell instead of waiting for the elevator. He walked the few blocks to the coffee shop, keeping an eye on his watch. He hoped he wouldn’t miss her.

When he got to the coffee shop he opened the door and let his eyes adjust to the dim light for a moment. And then he saw her, slinging her bag over one shoulder and coming out from behind the counter. Javier smiled.

She stopped a foot away and smiled softly, “Hey.”

Javier realized he was still wearing his sunglasses, no wonder it was so dark. He took them off and slipped them into his blazer pocket. He really hoped she wouldn’t think it was weird, him coming back so soon.

“Hey, I’m glad I caught you. Are you busy, or can I take you to lunch today?”

Her face lit up. Good sign. “No, I’m not busy. I’d love to go.”

She gestured out the big window, “There’s a sandwich place around the corner, and a park we can go sit in.”

Javier felt his face split into a wide grin. “That’s perfect.”

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junova · 5 years ago

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↬ 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐭 | 𝐬. 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

abstract: the one where steve finds your love letters.

pairing: au!steve x fem!reader

word count: 3K+

warnings: cussing, fluff, angst, crying, slight self-deprecation.

[author’s note]: hey guys! i’m really new to the writing scene so kind words are appreciated! srsly just testing my writing style out and wanted to just post something to motivate me to keep writing. hope u like it. <3

also thank u ari for the inspo and that bomb ass album that saved twenty-twenty. now we just need biden to get elected.

ps. don’t forget to vote! <3

Stevie,

First and foremost, I want you to know how proud of you I am. You have become the man you’ve said you become, the one I always knew you would. You have finally seen what the rest of us see.

A good man.

The soul you carry within you shines brighter than I’ve ever seen. Just for that only, I’m thankful for the time we’ve spent together. Maybe one day, I’ll be brave enough to tell you this without hiding behind the comfort of this notebook. She won’t spill my secrets, fortunate for me.

Some days you have no idea how badly I want to tell you. I think it’s on the days I discover a new fleck of green in your eyes or maybe when you show up to class with a cup of coffee for me without request.

More. More. More.

It’s selfish of me, that much I know. More days than not, I would say you give too much of yourself away. Always wanting to appease everyone, you, Steven Rogers, the bridge to making the people around you happier than they walked in. Even when Bucky drags you into his nonsense bullshit, you say yes without hesitation.

I’ve got not a a clue on how you continue on, how you still remain you when you tend to spread yourself so thin. Who watches out for you? Who cares for you? Who loves the almighty, selfless Rogers?

For me, it’s much easier to pretend you carry too much on your plate than to deal with the rejection I would receive from you. You’re just too good, more than I deserve. More than I would be willing to take. I know I couldn’t possibly give you what you deserve but, I hope that one day you might see me differently. You would see me more than the light I’ve painted myself in.

Even though the shade is lovely, I want to be deeper. Deeper into you on a level which only seems unattainable at this point.

A forever friend. To be in your life, just as a friend, is an reward in itself.

But someday I hope you would love me in the same way I do. It’s all a love struck girl could do. Hope for the best, bet be prepared for the downfall.

With much love, your forever friend.

Tearing the page away from the binding of the overfilled notebook, dispensing it in the first empty drawer you could find, you abandoned the feelings as soon as the pen’s ink bleed out dry.

“You know it would just be easier to tell him how you feel.” You peaked up at the sound of her voice, before realizing she was looming over you, watching your write the letter.

Your supposed, secret letter.

“Nat, please. No.” Opening the drawer, she grabbed the letter but was surprised with just how many she found.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’ve written about him multiple times?” You sank in the soft, plush material of your seat hoping that just maybe it would begin to swallow you whole. Hopefully, fast enough were you wouldn’t have to endure the rest of the conversation. One you had been trying to avoid, for the past three years.

“It’s nothing Nat, just forget it.” Just like a Romanov, she couldn’t leave it alone. Even if she tried it was laced in her blood to see any little thing through.

“You really shouldn’t wait so long. A window might close for you, much sooner than you think.” With a curious eyebrow lifted, you felt your breath leave you.

“What does that supposed to mean?” Steve certainly deserved the best and you knew it was only time for him to figure out you would never be enough for him.

“Peggy Carter.” Peggy.

The one girl of a sea of many who had been enamored by Steve. He never really seemed to spend anytime with the women who vied for his attention, but Peggy was surely different than the rest.

Even if Steve was oblivious when it came to the advances everyone would make on him, he saw Peggy. Considering she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, she intimidated you. God, did she ever.

On numerous occasions she and Steve had gone out, and even though he assured you they were just friends you were starting to believe he was only trying to protect your feelings. As a friend.

He had never cancelled on you once for her and he would tell you if he had started to date someone, just like he had before.

Even though the entire three years you’d known him he only had one serious girlfriend and after eight months, the pair broke up and even now he still didn’t budge on why they broke up.

“Steve can do whatever he wants with her. He’s a single man. He’s gone out with her before and he’ll probably go with her again.” Then Sam was the next to speak up, dismissing the total bullshit spouting from your mouth.

“Can’t you see he doesn’t want to? The damn man follows you around like a goddamn puppy.” Okay, when did he even come in here?

“God, fuck, no he doesn’t. He would have said something by now, he’s had three years and it’s been nothing but radio silence.” With an all knowing smirk, Sam proposed a new concept into question.

“It has been three years. So, have you ever said anything to him?”

Shit. Fuck you, Wilson.

“W-Well, not exactly.” Sam didn’t have to say anything in response. You knew he was right and you hated it.

Your unwillingness still stood for you, there was just no way he actually would reciprocate your feelings.

“Listen, I think it would be really good for the both of you to air everything out. Peggy is sinking her claws in him and it isn’t too long before they get stuck. Just talk to him.” You nodded silently, but you weren’t sure if you’d ever have the courage to.

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Emptiness.

It’s all you seemed to feel today. Following you around was a dark cloud, looming over you. Wishing you could be anywhere but your own body. Nothing in particular happened to make you deserve the feeling you were granted with. It just so happened to be one of those days.

From the moment you got out of bed — or rather stayed in bed until four in the afternoon, you felt like anything you would have done just didn’t feel enough. The feeling was fleeting, never staying for more than a day or so, but it made the day drag on. Never ending.

Your muscles sore, body aching from the lack of activity your presumed. Or maybe you had built it in your head too.

Thankfully for you, Nat was busy helping Bucky move into his new place the entire day. She asked if you wanted to help, but mentally you didn’t feel you would be useful for anyone. Simply, telling her you would hang back, claiming you had another an essay to write.

Which you did, you weren’t completely lying, but there was more than your sour mood to blame for your dismissal of social interaction.

You hated to be that girl, the one who needed the presence of men. Specifically, the company of one very beautiful, blue eyed one.

His absence in your life the past few weeks felt heavier on you than you thought it would. You knew from Sam’s intel he had been hanging out with Peggy more and more. He said the two of them were getting close, mercifully sparing you the details.

You hated it’s you’d become. A girl so damn struck over a boy who was giving his attention elsewhere. Upset you were though. Before even if he was busy between classes and his internship at the gallery, he would still text to check up on you.

Now, it was nothing but radio silence letting you draw conclusions on your own. Very, very dangerous territory for you to travel to.

Steve and you are just friends. Get. Over. It.

You thought you’d be alone the rest of the Saturday, especially since it was nearly midnight. Figuring Nat was staying over at Bucky’s and Wanda leaving earlier in early hours of the morning to see her boyfriend for the entire weekend.

Then, an incredibly drunk Steve stumbled into your quaint apartment, the thoughtfully sweetness in him blubbering out with the alcohol flooding through his system. It was like he was on overdrive. More than ready to crash at any given moment.

You had enough when Steve started shamelessly raiding your kitchen, but you remained on the couch attempting to maintain some distance between the two of you. He had a history of being incredibly handsy whenever he had bit too much to drink.

Stumbling his way over to you, almost tripping on the rug, until he was basically cuddling up to your side. His arms latched tightly around you, pulling you into him. Not spared a choice, not that you’d want one.

The security of being wrapped up to him wasn’t something you ever grew tired of. You don’t think there would ever be a time you would ever be capable of turning him away.

“I’ve missed you. It’s been too long.” His soft tone, penetrating the tiny resistance you held towards him. “Me too. I was starting to think you disappeared on me, bubba.”

“Never.” His iron grip holding so tight like he was afraid you’d slip right through.

“Is everything alright?” Trying to pull from him, but Steve seemed unable to let you go. You whispered in his ear, caressing his back.

“I think so.”

“Here, let me grab you cup of joe and some water. Okay? I’ll be right back.” Leaving him a kiss on the cheek, before heading him into the kitchen.

If you had been around him recently, perhaps you would be more in tune with how he was feeling. Then the guilt sept in.

“Sweetheart, do you know where the phone charger is? It’s not by the recliner.” You heard him shout, trying to stop your heart from hammering into your stomach.

Just make him some coffee, sober him up, until he crashes.

Steve always seemed to be a lightweight and somehow whenever he did decide to drink he always found himself routing his way into your home. You thought it was simply for accident alone. The bar he frequented at was only a few block from you.

The past few times he would just stumble into your bedroom, immediately passing out in your soft, silky sheet. Now, he seemed to have more pressing matters at hand.

“Check the drawers, Stevie. I think there’s one you left around here somewhere.” You grabbed the filters and the grounds out, brewing the coffee. Soon, with a black cup of coffee and a water bottle in hand you took note of just how quite he was being.

He was never this silent and it was freaking you out.

“Are you sure you’re o-”

Just like that.

Fuck.

Hunched over, practically on his knees, he read over the endless letters you wrote about him. Confessions never meant to be seen by him. You lost track of how many you had written over the past few years once realized how irrevocably in love with him you are.

He didn’t realize you had found him and you were suddenly paralyzed. Unaware of your presence he continued to read through them and his expression was unrecognizable. One you’d never seen from him before, and you didn’t quite know how to react.

No. He wasn’t grimacing nor did he seem to be elated either. He just stood there just like you, afraid what would happen next.

What did this mean for the two of you? Your entire relationship was purely riding on whatever happened next.

Softly, with a gentle hand, he sifted through them all like he was looking for something specifically. Steve let them fall to the hardwood floors as your shaking hands could no longer support the weight of the dainty coffee cup he had actually sculpted himself.

The glass shattering everywhere, several pieces making their way towards him, thankfully not fiercely enough to penetrate his skin.

Truly, you had never been more sorry than when he looked up at you with tears in his eyes. Threatening to spill over. Because of you.

You didn’t have to be told, you already knew.

Carefully, Steve stood up making his way over to you around the shattered mug. Still you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Simply just watching him until he was right in front of you — more silent than you’d ever seen him before.

“Those were about me. Weren’t they?” You nodded having no reason to lie other than to protect yourself from a rejection you been hoping to spare yourself from.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this. Or at all really.” Your resolve dropping instantly when Steve took a step further gripping by your hips, pulling you closer.

“Why not?” He questioned you, again. Almost like he needed a verbal affirmation of every secret he had just read.

Unintentionally, stealing your soul served for him on a silver platter.

“I know how you’d feel about me, Steve. It’s not how I want it to be and it’s okay.” You remove yourself from him, traveling to the other side of the living room. Suddenly, the apartment seemed suffocating with him in it. “I’m fine, Steve.”

Hearing him sigh in frustration only furthered your immense feeling of being a burden to him.

You’re just one more obstacle he has to deal with.

“One of them dated back for over two years ago. Two fucking years.” His harsh tone, piercing through you like a knife.

“I know. I should have told you.” You whispered, wishing you could disappear into any abyss that would take you. Deeply wishing you just didn’t have to endure for the rest of this conversation. Wishing you could have stopped him from opening that stupid drawer. “I tell you everything, but I just couldn’t bring myself to speak about this. Look at how you’re reacting? How could you blame me when every fear I have about this is justified?”

You really should have kept those elsewhere, not your open, public living room.

“Because it’s us. I’m always here for you.” He was still crying through broken words and you didn’t know why. Almost like you had shattered his resolve and his control leaving with it.

“Not lately. You’ve been otherwise occupied.” Suddenly find the plant in the corner of the room. It certainly weren’t trying to distract yourself from the insatiable cerulean eyes.

The breathtaking british woman wasn’t even here and as soon as she was brought up — there was a wall. Seperating, you from whatever was between the two of you.

“This isn’t my fault. You never said anything. How was I supposed to know you feel that way about me?” He tried to make his way towards you but you just stalked off in the other direction. Circling around the living room like a coward.

“It didn’t matter though, did it? You found someone perfect for you regardless of how you feel.” God, you wish he would just leave so you could let the dam break.

“No. You don’t get to do that. Since the moment I met you I only had eyes for you, but you never seemed like you were interested. So, I dropped it. Okay? You never left me a crumb to think you would ever want to be more than just friends.”

“You were my best friend. You still are. No matter how I felt, it could never outweigh the need I have for you to be in my life.” He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. Trying to figure out what was next for the both of you. Steve always had to initiate and this time was no different.

“Peggy told me tonight she wants to be exclusive.” His confession washing over you like a ton of bricks. Crushing you.

You really couldn’t have any ill feeling towards her, she was just doing what you lacked the courage and the tenacity to do.

“But I didn’t really know what to do.” He took quiet steps towards you, not wanting to spook you. He voice not no longer held the a warmth of teddy bear, but a man on a mission rather took over.

Steve kept quiet until he had you backed up into a corner, no escape route in vision for you.

“’Cause there’s this other beautiful woman, absolutely breathtaking — and I just I really needed to know how she felt. If I had known before, I never would have gone anywhere else.” His hand caressing your soft, plump lips. Pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb, sending you into a frenzy.

“Then, I just wanted to forget about everything until Sam called me. Three beers deep, when he told me of a drawer filled with letters I should take a look at.” You could feel his breath on you, temple pressed against yours.

“I just need to hear you say it. Just once.” Taking it a step forward, intertwining your finger with his own.

“I love you.” It was all he needed as he sealed his own affirmation with a sweet kiss, inking your lips with all of his love.

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hops-hunny · 4 years ago

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Distance Makes the Heart Grow

CHAPTER 1

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: (Y/n) lives a normal life. But that’s the issue, it’s normal, it’s plain, and it’s growing boring. Everyday she wishes for something, anything to spice up her life. But, when her old school friend (and crush) shows up at her bakery with a new look (and what looks like a new life), what will it bring for her? Will their puppy love grow? Will his big secret lead to the end of them or will it spark a new beginning?

Warnings: None for this chapter!

A/N: Nothing major happens in this chapter, this is sorta just like the beginning stages.

(Y/n) let out a load groan, hand searching aimlessly for the alarm clock on her side table. “Where is it?!” she continued to slap her hand around on her table, many objects falling to the floor before her hand finally landed on the right one, the rooster noises ceasing as her hand collided with the big snooze button. She rolled over, sighing as she stared at her speckled ceiling. “Perhaps I really should take the time to learn how to use the alarm on my phone.” it wasn’t that she was bad with technology persay. It’s just if it was produced after the year of 2008 you could forget it. Could you really blame her though? During all her years at Hogwarts, she had never made the switch her fellow classmates made with modern technology. Sure she had a smart phone but the only thing she could manage to do with it is call, text, and make notes in the notes app (something she had just recently learned as well).

Unwillingly, she crawled out of bed, stretching as she let out a large yawn, bones snapping and cracking like a New Year’s firework. She made her way to the bathroom, looking into the same mirror she always did, watching the light in the center flicker the same way as always. Life for (Y/n) was seemingly unchanging. Day after day, month after month, was spent exactly the same. She’d wake up, get ready for work, and then travel a few blocks down the street to open the bakery. Her bakery.

It wasn’t that (Y/n) didn’t enjoy what she did. She happened to enjoy her job very much. All her friends at Hogwart’s had encouraged her, giving her the push she need to travel the journey of opening her own business. It was something she had always wanted to do but her parents begged her not to. In their words they didn’t want ‘an over zealous and unrealistic’ daughter on ther hands. However, their rude words simply were fuel to the fire. During her 5th year, she began to busk tables at various shops in Hogsmeade. It was hard work, balancing long shifts at 3 different shops and still maintaining decent scores in each class. But, she knew if she couldn’t handle that then there was no way she’d be able to handle running a bakery. So day in and day out she’d work, and work, and work and by the end of her 7th year she had a decent amount of money saved up!

The first issue had been finding a place in a good area that would gain traction and attention while the second one was finding someone willing to sell to someone fresh out of school with no prior business experience. She’d spoken to many people in various different places, some good, and some bad before she finally had been blessed with the chance of meeting Mary and her wife Denise. It was a miracle really. (Y/n) was short on the money, exponentially so however, Mary had sold to her anyways. She said she saw a passion in the girl that she hadn’t seen for a very long time and that it was something she wanted to help foster considering she had had her time to live her dreams and explore passions of her own. So with that, a handshape was exchanged for a beat up envolope filled with the entirety of the girl’s life savings. She had invested every nickel and dime she had ever earned into the place and she prayed it wouldn’t blow up in her face.

Which brought her to where she was today: a proud owner of a highly successful business. And of course, with great business comes a nice chunk of money which caught her parents’ attention. They had began to call her everyday but when that they didn’t work, they showed up at her shop unannounced. At first, she had felt warm inside. Her usual cold and distant parents had come to visit her! However, when they started crunching out numbers and percentages, that short lived happiness was replaced by irritation in which she quickly kicked them out, placing a charm on the building that when they’d attempt to enter (if they really, truly, had the balls to come back), their bodies would be flung right back onto the sidewalk into the heaping piles of trash on the city side walks. Now, (Y/n) was by no means wealthy, but she made a nice amount of money to be engaging in something she enjoyed so heavily, which is why she was confused where they had gotten the idea she had money to share with the main two people who were the cause of her insecurities. Plus, every extra dollar she had she put right back into the shop. Paying her workers, building maintenance, ingredients. She wasn’t a fan of having too much money, her family had shown her what that could cause (and how easily you could lose it all).

Yet still sometimes she found herself wishing she could live the lavish lifestyle her parents once did. She mainly dreamed more so of the more engaging parts instead of the status and power that came with it. As she frosted various different cakes with thick buttercream, her mind would wonder to vivid imagery of beautiful hotel rooms, with breath taking views. Michelin five star meals, coated in delicious cream sauces. Endless adventure waiting to be discovered.

And yet here she was, sitting at a table as she stuffed her face with a raspberry marzipan cupcake. It was a Wednesday, first one of the month and as per usual, her and Twyla were set together, sampling cakes, chocolates, and other treats for the upcoming days. Wednesday had been the official day they had chosen due to the slowed flow of people that would come in. (Y/n) liked to have a different theme each day of the week. The customers lived for it and she had massed a group of frequenters who came each day, wondering what the theme would be that day.

“You know boss, I’ve gotta say it. Working here and sampling all these cakes with you is giving me quite the ass!” Twyla said, turning around as she wiggled her ass in the girl’s face for emphasis. (Y/n) giggled, rolling her eyes as she swatted at the girl, missing as she jumped away from her last minute. “Hey! You gotta take me out to dinner first for that.”

“Just because we’re sampling cakes doesn’t mean that the store is closed! Anyone could walk in at any moment and would you really want that to be their first experience here?” she asked, eyes scanning the silver platter in front of them. She decided on the new dessert flavored chocolates she had been working on. Popping it into her mouth, she let out a moan of approval.

“I mean, I dont’ see why not! We’d definitely make a lot more money with a cake like mine!” the blue haired girl said, sitting down as she grabbed a chocolate as well. “Besides, I don’t think those little noises you’re making would help the scene.” she stated, snickering as the girl across from her tensed up.

“It-it’s not like that! The chocolate- it just- I just- ugh!” she stuttered out, huffing as she crossed her arms over her chest, pouting at the girl. “If you’re gonna keep being mean we can end this process. Just tell me what you think of the blueberry pie chocolate so I can know if we’re adding it to tomorrow’s spread.”

“Oh come on (Y/n) it’s good! Every first Wednesday we sit here, you overly critique yourself, then me and Tiana end up picking out our favorites for the next day!” Twyla was right, even their patterns for trying new things remained the same. (Y/n) wiped her messy hand on her aprons, sighing as she stood up to go back to her position behind the counter. Her employee followed, grabbing the platter to put back into the kitchen before joining her boss behind the counter.

“You’re right. I swear everyday is beginning to feel the same.” She opened her notepad, beginning to take inventory of the sweets they had in the display counter. “I’m grateful for everything I have, I really am. But sometimes I just wish I could have something, anything….”

“New?” the green eyed girl added, catching the (h/c) haired girl’s attention. She nodded, looking at the girl who had snuck a cookie out of the glass case. “I feel ya, girl. Everyday feels the same. Sometimes even when new people come in, I can already tell how they’re going to be. How they’ll act, what they’ll order, what method of payment they’ll use.” (Y/n) eyed the girl up, raising a brow.

“Are you sure you’re not just using legilimens?” she questioned, watching as the girl shifted on her feet, scratching the back of her neck.

“Okay so maybe I do sometimes. But a lot of the times I don’t! Like the other day this weird guy came in and- woah. (Y/n) I don’t wanna freak you out but I have a feeling those hotties in suits across the street are going to be walking in here soon.” Twyla said, in an uncharacteristically quiet tone. The shorter girl followed her friend’s gaze, looking out the glass doors across the street. Three unfamiliar men were crossing over, all in suits that she could only assume cost as much as four months of rent. However, the one in the middle really caught her eye.

Before she knew it, the bell chimed and the three of them made their way in. They looked very out of place in the brightly decorated shop. The one in the middle looked the most important, towering over the other two men. He had dark slicked back hair, an eyebrow piercing, and tattoos that were visible on his neck and hands (which had a few beautiful looking rings on them (none of which were a wedding band…)), yet his hazel eyes held a soft look to them. To his left was a redhead boy, freckles danced all along his face. His eyes were bloodshot from god knows what. He had tattoos as well (not as many as the middle man) and a few unique ear piercings. The guy to the hot tall guy’s right was attractive too but not nearly as serious looking as the other two. In fact, he was humming a song under his breath, a smile causing the tattoo on the right side of his face to crease.

As she went to open her mouth to greet them, the man in the middle eye’s grew wide, his mouth gaping as he stared at her. He walked closer, examining her face closely which caused her to grow confused.

“I’m...I’m sorry. Do I know you?” she asked.

“(Y/n)?” she gasped at the sound of the familiar voice, her notepad and pen dropping from her hands. She made her way around the counter, staring up at the tall man.

“Neville?!”

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sichengtual · 4 years ago

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how sweet it is (to be loved by you)

— summary: some loves are meant to run too deep, some loves are meant to stand the test. luckily, for you and cheol, nothing has ever posed a threat.

— pairing: choi seungcheol x reader.

— genre: fluff ; established relationship ; 70's au, part of the tiny dancer universe.

— word count: 2665

— warnings: mentions of smoking.

happy birthday to the love of my life @svtxsoju! i love you so so so much 💞

Seungcheol had never been hard to read.

From the very first moment you’d met, you’d seen he always wore his heart on his sleeve. You liked that about him; the way you could tell how he was feeling by paying attention to the size of his smile and the gleam in his eyes. For a while, you wondered if he was like that when only you were there to see. A sort of prize won after confidence, the kind that came with a great deal of trust. Your heart always leapt at the thought; of Seungcheol trusting you enough to let his walls down, of letting you in with such ease you’d wonder if he just wasn’t afraid of ever getting hurt… not by you, but by the world.

After a while, you finally came to see it wasn’t quite like that. Seungcheol just trusted people. Not only his friends (which you were at the time) or the people closest to him, but the strangers he passed by on the street. The people he ran into at the store. The men he made business with, the bands he came to meet, the fans he saw from afar. It was a beautiful thought, Seungcheol having a heart so big there was no sort of mistrust in it; but it was also a scary one, because you knew the world to be cruel. You knew the world to be undeserving of him.

“He’s gonna fall down on his ass,” Mingyu speaks next to you, a hand in the pocket of his torn up leather jacket and the other holding a cigarette. “Part of me wants you to tell him to come down but the other part wants revenge from him waking me up at 5 today.”

“You guys had a gig,” you laugh, taking a sip from your cup. It’s run cold, but the beverage leaves a sweet aftertaste on the back of your tongue, so you keep drinking. Summer is just around the corner anyways. “Not to defend him, but, you know.”

“Oh no, not you too,” Mingyu whines, throwing his head back as he speaks. He’s always reminded you of Seungcheol, and you wonder if that’s why the two seem to clash together so much. “The gig was at noon, no need to see the rise of dawn and scare my sleep away with Chan’s sleeping mask.”

“Oh, fuck you!” You hear from the back of the yard, Chan’s voice somehow louder than the playing vinyl.

His laughter, followed by Mingyu’s quiet giggle and the careless strum of a guitar, brings a smile on your lips.

Night has barely begun to fall down. The sky is tinged bubblegum pink and the clouds have started to change color, adorning the afternoon sky in an array of orange shades. It’s the moment before it starts turning down, but even when the light threatens to decrease, temperature only but rises. It’s a warm summer afternoon, with friends laughing at the top of their longs and music playing as soft background music, setting the scene even when the melody runs ignored.

It had been a while since you last had spent time with the band. They had just gone on their first big world tour and were just getting welcomed back home, and you can swear there’s something about finally knowing the world that allows their smiles to grow a little bit wider. It’s as if they’ve collected happiness at every spot, experiences turned into emotion as they let themselves completely feel every single moment. It’s as if they let their hearts be free once they’ve known how it is to let their bodies do the same.

“Why did he even get up there, anyways?” You ask, taking a sip from your punch glass. It’s sweet and cool against the growing heat.

“Seungkwan and Hoshi dared him,” Mingyu answers, smiling when Soonyoung tries to excuse his actions, yelling about some book incident involving Cheol and Jun. “Can’t believe he’s about to fall on his face in front of you for a slice of cheese pizza, though.”

“It’s a matter of honor!” Seungcheol exclaims between jolts of laughter, fingers forming a peace sign as Joshua pulls his portable camera out of his bag and points it at him. “Wait, what is this for?”

He tries to pose as he stands over a wobbly table, one of his hands holding a glass of pink colored punch and the other pointing to the camera while he tries to keep still for however long it takes Joshua to focus the lens. The guitarist isn’t the best at photographs, but his enthusiasm makes up for the lack of skill.

“Ivy and Jun are doing some groovy memory thing,” he explains, breaking into a laugh, shrugging in the direction of the couple. “Don’t worry, I’ll document every step of the process.”

Your boyfriend’s mouth opens wide at Joshua’s words, the peace sign in his hand quickly becoming a single pointed finger, eyes blazing as he moves his hand in the air.

“As soon as these fifteen minutes are up I’m getting down from here,” Seungcheol says, each word enunciated in the form of a loud whine, a pout forming on his lips as he berates his friend. “Be sure to document the slice of pizza in my mouth, Bob Dylan!”

“That would be so fucking gross,” Minghao comments from the hammock, a pair of pastel yellow sunglasses resting on the tip of his nose. “Trust me, no one would ever want to see that.”

“And Josh wishes he was Bob Dylan!” Mingyu laughs.

“I bet you wish you got the riff today right, tho,” Chan teases, another fit of laughter ensuing. Mingyu responds, and Minghao giggles.

Seungcheol turns to see his friends from where he’s standing, chest growing tight at the sight. It’s his family, after all, reunited and relaxed after what was, probably, the start to a lifelong adventure. You meet him halfway, smiling as you point the glass of punch in his direction in a silent cheer. It’s your family as much as it’s his, and there’s a sense of pride growing in the center of your stomach as you realize what an honor it is to be a part of it.

He smiles, and it doesn’t really seem like he’s all the way across the yard on top of a table that threatens to break down, because he’s truly never felt closer to you.

…

Hours later, the pizza discussion has quieted and night has finally fallen down.

Seungcheol ended up not falling, breaking literally everyone but Ivy, Jun, and your expectations, but earning Joshua quite a groovy photo (he had almost fallen down, after all). The beginning of the entire thing is still a bit of a mystery to you, but with the information you’ve been given, you’re not completely sure you’d actually want to know. After all, the entire fifteen minutes had given you a good laugh and a lifetime of worries, all at the same time.

“Here,” Seungcheol’s voice breaks you apart from your thoughts. He’s holding a yellow ceramic cup full of steaming tea, arm stretched in your direction. “Can you believe Seungkwan was trying to hide his Earl Gray from me?”

“Actually, yeah, I can,” you answer as you laugh, taking the cup from Seungcheol’s hands while he sits on the grass next to you. “You don’t even drink tea.”

“No, but he knows you do,” he says. He speaks as if he’s telling you a secret, words low, soft against the wind, entering your ears like honey as your lips curl up into a smile.

Seungcheol’s gentleness is present in every thought, in every gesture. It’s in the thinking of you to ensure your comfort, the going out of his way to make you happy, that lets you know he treats your happiness like he’s guarding a flower that’s just about to bloom. He touches it with the tips of his fingers, caring for it and nurturing it, helping your smile grow by the day. A smile directed at him.

“And yet he guards it from the both of us,” you say, raising the cup to your lips and taking a small sip. It’s sweet, a bit too sweet, perhaps, but the saccharine taste feels like velvet against your tongue, so you continue drinking. You’ve always liked sweet things, and Seungcheol has always known. “Are you not gonna have anything?”

“Seungkwan’s coffee brew and my stomach aren’t really the best of friends,” he jokes, eyes fixed on the midnight sky. “Not after last time, at least. The good thing about the tour was that all the coffee we got was made by other people.”

“Hey, he takes a lot of pride in his coffee brew!”

“That doesn’t make it any lighter!”

He doesn’t quite remember just how long it’s been since he’s taken a second to stop and breathe in like he’s doing now, the feeling of laying down without a worry having been completely alienated. It’s like he’s always on track; always moving here or there, physically or in thought, and stopping finally means letting his thoughts lay down too. He lets himself feel every inch of the warm breeze hitting his skin and rustling his hair, enjoying every second of finally watching the stars shine bright above his head.

Seungcheol is always hearing Jun talk about just how much he likes looking at the stars, and now he finally understands.

“Hey, look up there,” Seungcheol whispers, nudging your shoulder with his and pointing to the sky with his finger. You’re not sure he’s drawing your attention to any spot in particular, and, to be honest, neither is he. “It reminds me of you.”

“What exactly are you looking at?” You ask, and it’s somewhere between a laugh and a question, but he doesn’t comment on it. He’s always loved the way you talk, because, even if for a second, he feels like happiness drips from every pore. “You’re pointing at like, at least five different stars right now.”

“Yeah, that’s what I mean. You’re each and every single one of them. You’re there with me, lightning my path with every step I take.”

You’re not sure, but you’d think that’s the moment the world stops spinning, because it’s just the two of you; it’s just you and Seungcheol, and your warm cup of tea, and the crazed laughter of your friends flows through the air like the background scene of a film you’ll watch over, and over, and over again. It’s like the moment and his words become etched so deep inside your heart they become a part of who you are, and of who you will always be, because there’s nothing that encompasses happiness better than the love you and Seungcheol hold for each other.

“Are you coming for Jun’s job now?” You ask, voice breaking as tears begin to prickle your eyes.

“Should we switch places?” Seungcheol follows, letting himself fall completely on his back, feeling the grass grazing against the soft linen of his purple button-up. His tone is light, relaxed. Gentle. “I’m pretty sure Jun could make for a convincing business man.”

“Yes, I’m pretty sure he would. He’s different now, isn’t he? He feels a bit more confident. A bit more secure.”

“Love does that to you, I guess. It makes you believe in yourself, because you know someone else does it too.”

And it’s just so much of a feeling growing inside your chest that you’re sure this is exactly where you’re meant to be, and Seungcheol is exactly who you’re meant to be with. You look at your surroundings, and he’s nestled so deep within your soul it’s almost like he’s everywhere. Every single place, every single sound, every single scent; he's everything.

“Can I have this dance?”

He moves, rustling in place as he extends his hand over to you.

“You can have all of them.”

It’s almost like it’s your thoughts speaking, voices intertwining, souls coming together. He takes your hand in his and you follow his lead as he stands up, pulling you to his chest with such gentleness in his touch it feels like you’re made of glass. He doesn’t move for a few seconds, but you don’t really think he needs to, because as soon as his fingers tangle with yours, it’s almost like you’re flying.

Somewhere in the garden, sitting around a campfire, Joshua and Mingyu’s guitars begin playing a song you both know, and you barely notice the moment your feet start moving. They dance on their own accord, gliding over the grass in a pace that doesn’t quite match the one set by the instruments, but neither of you fight it. He tightens the grip on your fingers and sets them over his chest, moving in closer to your frame.

You can feel him in what’s almost a hug by how close you’re standing, and it’s only when Joshua and Mingyu begin singing that you move your head up to take a look at him. The melody is sweet, raising into the sky over the crackling of a roaring fire. Dark, thick wisps of hair fall against his forehead and over the golden frame of his glasses, completely rustled by the summer breeze. You know it’s only a matter of time before he’ll try to tussle it back against his head, no doubt counterproductive, further messing up his (once) carefully gelled hairstyle.

He looks just the way he did when you last saw him before the tour, and, in a way, he looks a completely different person. There’s a sense of growth, of experience, of adventure nestling in his smile and yet, the look in his eyes expresses just as much love for you as it’s always done.

“I missed you,” he says, words soft against your skin.

He pulls you in even closer, lips coming into contact with your forehead. He presses a kiss; light, soft, gentle. And yet loving, lingering. It’s an expression of a love that doesn’t quite pressure to grow, that doesn’t quite define itself by the closeness in touch or time. It’s born on the surface, but it travels down so deep it lays untouched by whatever might pose a threat. It blooms, so wildly and fierce, and so close to your own souls it’s shaped them into what they are. It’s what you are, and you can feel it dripping down your very self whenever you’re close. It’s where you’ve found a sense of home.

“I missed you too.”

You smile, letting your forehead rest against his lips. He takes in a breath, closing his eyes. The cup of tea sits long forgotten over the grass, but steam still rises from the top. The liquid lays untouched, unmoving; but still warm.

…

The morning rises, and you’re there to see.

Seungcheol is asleep in the guest room of Seungkwan’s field house, resting calmly beneath the thick duvet you had shared the night before. His arm is still splayed over the space you once occupied, and there’s a smile resting on his lips. His hand is balled into a fist, clutching the soft, velvet sheets. Light begins to seep through the window, filtering through the curtains. A soft ray falls over his face.

In the backyard, you look up at the sky. Once dark, it’s now the most beautiful shade of gold you’ve ever seen. Air runs between the trees, and you can feel it move against your skin. The world starts waking up as you smile, and you can feel every second of it. Joshua and Mingyu sleep calmly on the couch, and Minghao brews his coffee in silence. Ivy reads a book while caressing Jun’s hair, his head resting on their lap. Seungkwan, Soonyoung, Chan and Vernon busy themselves with breakfast, the faint scent of burning toast reaching your nose.

Your family is there with you, and you feel love all around.

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roanniom · 5 years ago

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hi pal can I request the reader showing sackler how to take things a little more slow and sensual in the bedroom (possibly ft some sub!sackler bc yum) dialogue line: 'easy tiger'

Hey buddy, yes – let’s teach our cutie sub!Sackler a lesson. (p.s., sorry to you and everyone else who requested stuff - I’m getting around to all of these, I swear lol)

Sweet

Adam Sackler x Reader

Word Count: 4,291

Warnings: NSFW, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, PIV sex, light light light dom/sub, mentions of food, shitty day angst

You love riding Sackler. It’s a fact and you aren’t shy about it. The way he feels beneath you – hard and wound out so tight, just a second from breaking – makes you feel like a goddess. You love messing with him and bossing him around, too. The way his eyes widen and his lip quivers as he thinks up a taunting reply or considers the reward that might come if he is good and acquiesces instead. You love rewarding and punishing him equally.

Sackler takes punishment better than any man you’d ever been with. While most men play along for a while, it’s been your experience that many tire eventually. Not Sackler. Sure, he’s a brat about it, but that’s exactly what you love. How receptive he is. No matter what you do, your Sackler reacts and it makes your heart and pussy clench in equal measure.

But every once in a while, riding Sackler isn’t what you’re in the mood for. Today is one of those days. It’s been a long one, full of meetings and paperwork and all the things that make your teeth set on edge by the time you climb up from the subway, up from the street, and up to your fifth floor walkup. When you reach the knob to open the door, it turns in your hand and moves inward without any effort on your part. The door pulls back to reveal Adam, standing with a huge grin on his face and a steaming mug which is promptly pushed into your free hand.

“Fucking finally! I’ve been waiting for you to get home.” A kiss is pressed hurriedly to your lips and your bags are pulled off of your shoulders. The whirlwind of motion and activity almost make you dizzy and you laugh. Despite your shit day and despite yourself.

“What’s all this?” you ask, gesturing the scene that his wall of a body, now moved aside to stow your bags, has revealed. The table is set for two, with flowers and a fucking lit candle in the center. Two stemmed glasses sit beside a sweating bottle of sparkling grape juice. Adam steps back into view, his grin even wider.

“Ray and I were fucking around at the café and I came across this recipe in a magazine -” he begins, but you cut him off.

“I can’t picture you flipping through a magazine.” He flips you off and continues.

“Well anyway, Ray said it was too delicate and I’d never be able to make it because I’m a fucking ox in a china shop and I was like the saying is ‘bull in a china shop you dickweed’ and then we wrestled a bit and scared his customers away which was pretty fucking hilarious -”

You grab Sackler’s chin to stop his manic rambling.

“The food, Sackler.”

“Well I was getting to that! So I said fuck you, ripped the recipe out, went to the store, and now nine hours and three cut fingers later we have this fucking feast!”

Sackler claps his hands together before gesturing grandly to the table. With the gesticulation you’re able to see the three aforementioned fingers swathed in shoddily placed bandages. You grab his non-damaged hand and lift up on your tiptoes. He gets the message, bending down to press his lips to yours again. He closes his eyes to savor the kiss, but as you back away yours dart over his figure and you let out another laugh.

“Sackler, is that my apron?”

~*~

It turns out bulls in china shops can, indeed, cook delicate dishes. The food is really good. Annoyingly good. Proving again, for the umpteenth time, that your tornado of a boyfriend can be good at things when he focuses all of his boundless energy on one thing.

“You shouldn’t have done this, you know.” You smile at him over the rim of your glass of sparkling juice, the remains of your meal littering the table before you. Sackler watches you, full and self-satisfied, shaking his head.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m never going to accept a shitty takeout meal again now that you’ve fed me this well.”

Sackler sits up straighter and leans over, reaching his hand between your thighs. Your legs open instinctively, without any effort from your brain, but as you lurch forward and metal scrapes against wood, you realize he’s grabbed your chair and is pulling you closer to him.

“It was really that good, wasn’t it.” His smile is ear to ear. You laugh at his smugness.

“Do I need to lick my plate to convince you? Because I will.” You drag a finger through the last bit of sauce on your plate and move to bring it to your mouth. Before you can, however, Adam grabs your wrist and reroutes it to his mouth. His lips close over your finger, tongue lapping up the sauce before it can drip down into your palm. He maintains direct, blazing eye contact the entire time and your stomach swoops. After a moment a sucking, Adam releases your finger with a pop, biting the tip playfully before dropping your hand back to your lap.

“Fuck I’m talented.”

The chuckle you release is a tad too breathless for your liking. It really has been a hard day, and Adam’s attention is getting to you quicker and more than usual. He can see it in your eyes and in the incremental quickening of the rise and fall of your chest.

“Yep. You’re fucking talented,” is all you’re able to muster, biting your lip.

The large hand that had pulled you closer to him has spent this whole time gripping your chair in the space between your legs. Now it slides to smooth over your thigh. His hand is hot enough you can feel the heat radiating beneath your pants. Despite the warmth you shiver.

Adam notices and pulls back his hand so that only his index finger remains in contact with your leg. His index finger which he drags up your inner thigh only to run it up and down the line of the pants seam at the apex of your thighs.

“A little needy tonight, are we babe?”

This is exactly what you need to loosen up so you grab his wrist. He stiffens immediately, assuming he’s done something wrong. But instead you pull him closer to close his whole hand around your clothed cunt, pushing up and down on his hand to provide a wider surface area of warmth and friction.

“A lot needy tonight…babe,” you correct him.

~*~

When you migrate to the bedroom, Sackler is on you like an animal. This is his usual modus operandi – he does everything he possibly can to trigger your reprimands, your slaps, your warnings. It’s partly to see what he can get away with before you tighten the leash (metaphorical but sometimes literal) and partly because seeing you riled up turns him on so much.

Right now he’s got you bent over the bed, cheek smashed to the mattress, legs spread, ass out, as he grips and pinches and squeezes the curves of your body.

“I’ve been thinking of you all fuuuhhking day, baby.” His voice is gruff to go along with the handfuls he grabs of your ass.

“I thought you were thinking about food all day,” you manage to tease, despite the fact that his hands feel like heaven.

“Yeah but like when I went shopping for example.” He flips you over then and you squeal in surprise. Your back hits the bed but your legs remain dangling off. Adam steps between them and drops the weight of his whole upper body on you, effectively smothering you. “I just kept wishing you were there with me.”

Your stomach flips and your heart flutters, not expecting that sweet a statement. You also register your cunt getting wetter.

Oh.

So that’s the mood you’re in.

“You wished I was there?” you ask quietly.

“Of course,” Adam replies, tucking some of your hair gently behind your ear. “I imagined fucking you up against the inside of the freezer section so we could leave obscene handprints on the doors and freak people out.”

You whack him in the head in response, which is exactly what he’s going for. He picks you up and throws you unceremoniously more fully on the bed before climbing on as well and crawling up the length of your body.

“You’re an asshole, Adam.”

“I thought that was your favorite part about me.” He waggles his eyebrows at you. Out of spite – and lust – you reach between you and grab his dick through his jeans.

“No, this is my favorite part about you.”

Adam throws his body to the side, locking his arms around you in a roll that roughly brings you to rest on his chest while his back hits the bed.

“Now you’re talking, baby.” His mouth latches hungrily to your neck and his hands take forceful hold of your breasts. Beneath you Sackler begins rolling his hips, thrusting his hardening cock up into your pelvic area.

The aggression and the friction feel good, you can’t lie. But you can’t ignore the nagging feeling of disappointment lingering right at the corner of your mind.

“Adam,” you prompt. He doesn’t pause in his ministrations. He’s still playing the game. At this point you’re usually just getting started and, being the brat he is, he never actually listens to you this early. It would ruin his fun. No, instead Adam continues to nibble at your collar bone and untuck your shirt.

“Adam – slow down, please.”

The please comes out muffled because it occurs right as he tries to pull your shirt over your head, effectively covering your face.

“Are you trying to say something?” Adam asks with a chuckle, purposefully keeping the shirt tangled up in your arms and swathed over your head. “I can’t hear you.”

You wrestle your way out of his grip and the shirt straight jacket he’d fashioned, irritated but unable to suppress your own laugh.

“That’s not funny, asshole.”

“Again with the asshole.” Adam rises up to a sitting position with you still straddling him, moving to place soft kisses on your now-exposed chest. “Might I point out that you are laughing. I would argue that means it is funny.”

Adam deftly unhooks your bra and continues to drop open mouth kisses on a path that leads him up your throat. His softer actions cause you to roll your hips lightly, your eyes closing with the mounting satisfaction.

“Mmm haven’t I already taught you that you shouldn’t argue with me? You’ll never win,” you reply quietly, tone of voice matching the softness and heat that’s building between your bodies.

In quite a juxtaposition, Sackler growls and bucks roughly up into you, a motion you’re not prepared for and one which throws you off balance.

“We’ll see who wins, baby.” His mouth descends on you and it’s like he’s trying to suck your very soul between his lips. Like he wants to swallow you whole and usually? Usually this kind of thing would rev your engine and make you want to fight for control. But today your body is craving something different.

And you’re not about to deny it what it wants.

You press your palms down on Sackler’s chest, pushing down and pulling back with enough pressure that he finally releases your lips. His chest heaves up and down and he moves to kiss you elsewhere but you grab his jaw.

“Easy tiger. Easy.” Your fingers curl down and around his throat delicately. You’re not squeezing and you’re not gripping, but his eyes are wide and fixed on you. You hold him down with your gaze as much as your hand and, without breaking eye contact, you lower yourself slowly, slowly, slowly, to press a kiss to his flushed lips.

“We’re going to take things slower tonight.”

“Slower? But why!” Sackler moves to sit up again, but you push him back down, this time more firmly.

“Because I say so,” you answer bluntly. Sackler goes to talk back, defiance dancing in his eyes, but you speak up before he can interject.

“Because I need this.”

Your assertive tone comes out less firm and more genuine this time, allowing some of your vulnerability leak through despite your intentions. You watch Adam react, however, and you’re pleased to see his eyes soften.

“What do you want me to do, baby? Tell me.”

You mull this over from your perch above him, straddling his hips and looking down at his still clothed body. Swinging your leg up and over, you dismount him, much to Adam’s displeasure, as expressed with a groan. You, however, stand resolutely at the side of the bed and fold your arms.

“I’d like you to get up and take every piece of clothing off – slowly.”

“You mean like a strip tease?” he asks with a crooked grin, lumbering off the bed. You hop back on and settle down so that your back is now reclining against the pillows comfortably.

“You don’t have to make it sound so crass but sure. Like a strip tease.”

Adam takes a cheesy bow before pulling his shirt of by the back collar.

“Woah woah woah, I said slowly, mister.”

Adam huffs in agitation but does as you ask, dropping the collar and lifting the front hem of his shirt inch by inch, slowly exposing the abdominal muscles which, let’s face it, make you want to drool. You eye him like a piece of meat and without a trace of shame as he finally discards the garment.

“I hope you’re enjoying this,” he grumbles, but you see the amusement in his eyes.

“Oh I am, baby. Trust me.”

The show continues until his boxers ultimately join the pile that has accumulated at his feet. The slow clap you give him as you eye his stiff cock makes him let out a strained laugh.

“Now you,” he says through gritted teeth. You can tell he wants to stroke his cock, but you haven’t told him he can yet. And since you’ve changed the game on him, he feels less comfortable bending the rules.

“Can you come over and take my clothes off for me?” you ask through hooded eyes. He clambers onto the bed and you touch his shoulder as a reminder. “Slowly.”

Adam nods and reaches to unbutton your pants before pulling them slowly down your legs, hooking his fingers beneath your panties to bring them along, too. Having already been divested of your shirt and bra, the job is short and sweet.

You crook your finger in a come hither motion toward him, ushering him to move up to you, which he does. You settle deeper down into the pillows and he hovers above you, uncertain.

“What now?”

You pull him down by the back of the neck into a kiss. Your tongue encourages his to move, which it does. He takes his cues from you and the kiss morphs from sweet to sensual. When a strangled groan bubbles in the back of his throat you push him to sit up in order to bring things back down to the pace you’d worked so hard to establish.

“Now, I’d like you to drag two fingers through my cunt. Get them nice and wet.”

Adam inhales sharply and moves his arm quickly at first before catching himself and bringing his hand calmly between your legs. You let them fall open and sigh happily at the feeling of his fingers running up and down your dripping slit.

“You’re so wet and we’ve barely done anything,” Adam comments, awed.

“That’s how bad I want you like this.”

“Baby…” Adam practically whines. You can see his muscles tensing as his patience wears thinner.

“I know, honey,” you purr. “Now I want you to take your hand and stroke your big, fat cock for me.”

Adam inhales sharply again, but he doesn’t forget this time. This time his hand drags slowly from your cunt, trailing your slick over your thigh and up onto his in a path to his own cock, which he smears with the remaining juice.

“Oh fuck, I can’t take it slow for much longer.”

“Yes. You can.” You tease your own nipple now as you watch Adam’s hand close around the glistening, throbbing head. His muscles ripple beneath the skin of his abdomen and your cunt clenches.

“I saw that.”

Your wrench your eyes away from his cock to meet his eyes.

“Saw what?”

“Saw your little pussy squeeze around nothing.”

“Yes, it did.” You’re not about to deny it. Instead, you move the hand not playing with your nipple so that it comes to rest on your mound, fingers dipping down to feel your own wetness.

“Holy shit.”

His cock twitches in his hand and he comes to lean lower over you, bracing himself with one hand against the mattress next to your body as he picks up the pace on his cock. The shuck shuck shuck sound of his fist passing over his length makes your breath quicken and you push two fingers inside you, placing your thumb on your clit and beginning a rhythm of tight circles.

“Oh god, do you hear that?” Adam moans as your cunt begins making squelching sounds with your efforts. “That’s your little pussy telling me it needs me.”

“Mmm it talks to you?” you ask, trying not to think of how ridiculous this is and lose your concentration too much.

“Yes. It’s saying your fingers are two fucking small. It needs to be stuffed. With my fingers, with my cock -”

“Adam.” You interrupt him abruptly by grabbing the back of his neck and forcing him to look you in the eyes. He zips up and waits for you to say something but you don’t. Instead you maintain the eye contact and continue move your fingers in and out of your cunt. Though you won’t agree with him right now, Adam’s right. Your fingers are too small. But the in and out motion, combined with the pressure you are putting on your clit, combined with the way the bed shakes with the effort Adam is taking to jerk himself slowly but strongly, combined with the way he is now devouring you with his eyes – it all still feels pretty fucking good.

Adam’s breath becomes more ragged and the sound makes you let out an involuntary moan. Fuck you love hearing him react. You decide you might as well let him know. It’s already the tone of the evening.

“I love hearing you.”

“I was just about to say the fucking same about you. You’re the one who just moaned, though,” Adam says, letting out a breathless chuckle.

“Yeah but I like it all. I like when your breathing is all ragged like right now. I love it when you groan and growl. When you moan and it sounds like it’s coming from deep inside of you.”

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts, and you laugh.

“I like it when you curse, too. I love that filth spills from your brain and you don’t bother – oh! You don’t bother stopping it from falling out of your mouth.”

“You’re the inspiration for the filth, kid, I can’t take all the credit.”

You feel your heart stutter in your chest then and you drag your finger over your clit slower. Harder.

“I like it when you call me kid. You haven’t called me that in a while.”

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry, kid,” Adam’s face scrunches and you’re not sure if it’s out of guilt or because of the way his hand his now wringing his cock, twisting at the end of each stroke in a sad rendition of the technique you use when you jerk him off. “I didn’t know you liked it so much.”

“I do.”

“I’ll call you that more often.”

“Good.”

You both are breathing heavily now, a light layer of sweat covering skin that aches to be touched by the other. Your eyelids flutter and you try to keep your sight focused on Adam’s face. You’re feeling your inhibitions leave you as the pressure inside your core mounts, loosened up by the warmth of his breath on your cheeks and the way you’re speaking so openly to him. You decide you might as well continue.

“I also like it when you’re sweet to me.”

Adam falters at that, his hand coming to an abrupt stop on his cock. He blinks down at you.

“I am sweet to you.”

His voice sounds hurt and you bristle, wanting to take the words back.

“You are sweet to me. You are, Adam,” you reassure, grasping his arm. He remains still, watching you. You feel weird continuing to finger yourself, but your so close you are afraid to lose your momentum. “You’re always everything I want. And most times I want to be thrown around and I want to yell and stuff. It’s just sometimes…”

You trail off, but you don’t need to continue because Adam is kissing you. A slow, deep kiss. Lips moving against lips, tongue moving against tongue. His hands find your face and hold you softly, keeping you against him, leaving his cock to bob freely against your stomach. Your fingers abandon your cunt as well and you wrap around Adam, arms and legs both, pulling him down into you.

When Adam finally pulls back, his face no longer looks hurt.

“I can be whatever you want. Let me be what you want.” He kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then the curve of your jaw.

“I want you inside of me,” you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

When he slides in, you don’t have to remind him to go slow. You moan about your walls stretching and he moans about the way you squeeze so tightly around his cock. Your sounds spur each other on and you rock against him, urging him to move.

He pulls out so far that only the tip remains nestled just inside your entrance. When he pushes back in, it feels like he’s pushing in for the first time of the night again. Your walls stretch to accommodate him and you clench instinctively around his length. The process repeats itself, over, and over, until you’re pretty much completely unraveled beneath him.

All the while Adam rains soft kisses on your face, neck, and breasts. Without a chaotic rhythm of thrusts to keep up with, he has the attention span to shower you with even more affection. The hoarse whispers in your ear are by far your favorite:

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“You feel so good, you take me so well it doesn’t make fucking sense.”

“Fuck, did you feel that? How tight you’re gripping my cock baby?”

“That’s it, yes make those fucking gorgeous sounds for me.”

It’s not exactly textbook “sweet,” but it’s Adam and it’s what you need. It’s Adam giving you what you need.

You reach down at some point to rub your clit, working yourself up to the edge, but Adam pulls your hand away so his can replace it.

“Not on my fucking watch,” he mutters gruffly. A laugh bubbles in your throat but it bursts into a moan as the dam breaks and you fall apart, crying out his name over and over in the process.

“Yes, baby, yes. Ride it out – fuck you’re hot when you cum.”

You fight to catch your breath and you gaze back up at Adam through the stars in your eyes. The resulting effect makes him both blurry and sparkly in your vision and your muscles continue to contract around his massive cock, which he’s been kind enough to keep stuffed inside you for you to lock onto.

As your muscles begin to relax you blink away the stars and allow a smile of the deepest, most well-fucked satisfaction to slide across your face. Adam watches and his smile matches, though there is still some tightness in his features due to the fact that he is still achingly hard.

“Adam, that was…” you try to catch your breath. “That was…thanks. I needed that.”

When Adam meets your lips for a kiss, however, you yank tightly on the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Now I want you to take what you need,” you say louder. “I want you to cum.”

With your permission, Adam doesn’t need more than a second to switch gears. He lifts your legs straight into the air against his shoulders, bending you into a right angle that becomes more and more acute with each passing second. His cock pounds in and out of your dripping pussy, your slick sliding between your thighs and making the fucking smooth and wet and oh so fucking good for him.

“I still like being sweet to you,” he says through gritted teeth, his thrusting becoming more erratic.

“I know you do, baby,” you hiccup out.

“But fuck! Do I love pounding this pussy.”

You laugh and he cums. All over you. He pulls out, dropping your legs down, and it spurts hot over your stomach and tits. It’s messy but he’s satisfied and you’re satisfied and fuck it, that’s what towels are for.

Once he’s gotten you nice and wiped up again, Adam pulls you to him in the bed, wrapping his arms around you tightly and giving you no room to move away. Not that you’d want to move. Why would you when you can lay here in this bed, tangled up in the man that wrung pleasure from your body and laughter from your lips.

~*~

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Wonder - T.S.

Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader

Summary: Based around song Wonder by Shawn Mendes. Tommy wonders about his love for the reader and has to make a decision to confess or deny it.

Word Count: 2.7K

Warning: Angst, Sadness, Fluff

A/N: Enjoyed writing this. Ya Girl Snapped LOL Listen to Wonder b/c that song snaps.

Gif Credit: @myimaginesworld

I wonder if I'm being real

Do I speak my truth or do I filter how I feel?

I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

To live inside a world that isn't black and white?

His heart ached again in this lifetime. His heart has not ached this way in the longest of time, since he lost his first true love. It was a losing battle because the only thing that painted his mind was the scene of you crying last night in his office. He did what he did best which was push people away. It was a trait he had gotten good at from a young age. Thinking he was protecting himself but was really doing the opposite. Avoiding being vulnerable, the risk that comes with letting another person in. Letting them see the deepest roots of your soul. The actions of the past that caused trauma on the present. Wishing it all could be wiped away in the future.

He remembers the crack in your voice as the scene replays in his head. You came to his office, to be taken out to dinner as he had forgotten earlier in the week. When you show up to his office ready to be dined, you're met with the same old excuse again. That’s when your voices started out in a yelling match to now be in hushed whispers of the rarest parts of your mind, on display for the other.

“Do you even love me?” Your finger points accusingly at him as he stands tall with a small space between your two bodies, but the tension felt made that space feel like you were across the room. It was a question that broke his heart even more than the first time the words left your soft lips. The way your brow furrowed and the curvature of your lips frowned with deep sadness, he knew this wasn’t a game anymore.

“Why would you even ask that?” He questions in defense, not daring to meet your eyes, finding his reflection in his black shoes more interesting.

“Lately, I can feel the distance growing between us, like a ship lost at sea, that’s getting harder to reach. I know I told you how I felt, a few weeks back. I didn't need to hear you say it back but, since then, it’s like you’ve been avoiding me like the plague. It hurts.”

You whisper the last part so soft, he almost misses it. He hears it but the thought scares him. Makes him want to run even further away than when you first said it to him. He stares as you hold back the tears in your eyes, silently pleading for him to say something, to be brave enough to let you in. He remains silent.

“I love you Tommy, but I can’t keep doing this. It’s like lighting fires with matches, but it’s not catching with you. I keep leading myself into the flames, to keep on burning. It’s not enough to lose myself when you get to walk away fine, not broken hearted.”

“Then maybe you should go. Find someone that is good enough for you!” He screams, throwing the glass in his hand against the wall, watching as it shatters into small pieces. This was the last straw for you. You just shake your head in disappointment, as he tries to get the last word in.

As he watched you leave his office with the door slamming loudly, shaking the walls. He knew it was a mistake that he didn’t go after you or say the truth he felt in the deepest part of his being. So instead he sat in his office staring out the window nursing a bottle of whiskey and a pack of smokes, hoping it would take some of the pain away. It doesn’t but it at least numbs the thought of you in his heart and mind, at least for a little while.

Right before I close my eyes

The only thing that's on my mind

Been dreamin' that you feel it too

I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

He felt it felt deep inside his bones from the moment he met you. He couldn’t explain why when you talked to him it made everything feel different, feel new. He wondered about you. His mind couldn't stop traveling to the future. He let himself dream freely of loving you. He wanted to tell you the truth but he was afraid. You made him happy. You covered the deepest scars and wounds with your words. Words that spoke truth, spoke volume. You were sweet and kind, the almost exact opposite of him. You spoke with a smile on your face every time you graced him with your presence.

It had been three days since he last saw and heard from you. He didn’t blame you at all, he blamed himself. He knew the look on Polly’s face the second day meant she knew something was up and today she ripped him a new one as usual, but he couldn’t be bothered to listen to her reasoning, already knowing the truth. He wished the truth didn’t hurt, that denial could be easier but it wasn’t.

He spent his days forcing himself into work to not let his mind get too caught in silence because he couldn’t stop thinking about you and what you were doing in the small moments of your days away from him. It was only at night right before he closed his eyes he thought of you and him, the moments you shared together.

“Tommy what are you doing, put me down!” You laugh as he spins you around in his arms.

“I have good news, you’re the first I'm sharing with!” He says with a wide grin, as he places you back on the ground.

“What’s the good news Tommy?” You cheer, just as excited as him.

“I got the betting license needed and I'll be able to expand to own a club in London. My plan is working out great so far.”

“That’s excellent news Tom. I’m proud of you and know your family will be glad as well.”

“To celebrate, I got you something.” He pulls out a small black rectangle box placing it into your open palms. You open the box, to reveal a three stone diamond pendant necklace. It was the first of many moments where he would leave you speechless in a good way and gift you in a sweet way.

“Thank you so much Tommy. You didn’t have to do this. I should be the one surprising you with a gift. I love it so much, I'm never going to take this off. “ You kiss him sweetly and allow him to put it around your neck.

“You’re my girl, you’re a gift enough to me daily (Y/N).”

I wonder why I'm so afraid

Of saying something wrong, I never said I was a saint

“I love you Tommy.” You spoke the next morning naked limbs entangled in another as your forehead rested against his collar bones, fingers tracing circles into his milky skin. Those words had been on your mind a lot the past few weeks. You were afraid to say them, to leave yourself open to being hurt.

The closer you grew to him as staying the night more at his house and even slowly leaving a few of your things there. You knew it was him that made your heartbeat skip just a little faster and even when he made it angry or spark with fear due to his dangerous risk taking, he also calmed it like no other. Even though he wasn’t the best with words, when he spoke to you he tried his best and would say the words that seemed to soothe you back to peace. His actions of holding you closer at night or early in the morning or surprise gifts, made you believe it was all worth the risk of saying those three words. Three words that spoke volume, that could grow or crush you in the small fraction of a second. He was worth the risk.

When he heard you say those words, it’s like a knife pierced his heart. A heart that already knew death and heartache. A heart that was on the mend, but still wounded. The words you spoke stroked fear inside of him. A man able to strategize, control men, and kill his enemies was afraid to love. He didn’t want to mess this up or say something wrong, even in this moment.

Those words were real, the emotions were real, and that what was happening between the two of you was real. It wasn’t a game or dream, but a connection. A connection he didn’t want to end or break. He knew he wasn’t a saint and surely he was going to Hell, but with you in his arms, he felt whole, felt holy.

He did what he did best and shoved his emotions down. He didn’t say anything because he knew you weren’t expecting him too. The best he could do was offer a small smile and a peck on the lips as he held you closer to his chest, afraid that time and his feelings would catch up with him.

I wonder, when I cry into my hands

I'm conditioned to feel like it makes me less of a man

He wasn’t one for deep emotions, because it made him feel less than a man but with you he could be vulnerable. He could fully be himself and you drew that out of him slowly at first.

You tell he was angry by the slam of the front door, soon followed by the slam of his office door. Both shaking the house into silence and then the chatter continued like it was a normal occurrence. You knew not to bother him right now, deciding to let him cool down for a bit before going to see what was wrong.

You waited an hour before knocking, making your entrance known with a hot cup of tea and a plate of dinner on a tray. The scene in front of your eyes almost shocks you, but you handle it by addressing it head on.

“Tommy what’s wrong?” You speak in a soft whisper setting the tray on his desk, as he furiously wipes his wet eyes.

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m fine. It’s all fucking fine!” He huffs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to will the tears away. You take a sit across from him in the empty chair allowing him to have his space, never seeing him this upset before.

“Everything’s not fine. You’re angry and upset, upset enough that you’re crying. If you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t force you. I’ll be here to listen.” You speak biting your lip out of nervousness of wondering if you pushed him too far.

“Men aren’t supposed to cry, crying is weak! It serves no purpose.” He swallows the last bit of the glass of whiskey he’s been nursing next to the half filled bottle. His eyes still don’t meet yours.

You finally come around to his chair to sit in his lap, forcing his eyes to meet yours.

“That’s a lie because everyone cries. Crying isn’t weak, it’s a normal human emotion. It actually does you some good. I sometimes feel better after I cry and sometimes when I’m crying with the right person, it makes me feel even better than when I’m crying alone. I promise, I won’t think less of you if you cry. You don’t have to be strong all the time and hold all your emotions in. It’s okay to let it all out.”

You press a kiss to his forehead, knowing this man wouldn’t let you easily but you would open your arms wide enough to let him know you were a safe place, that you could be his safe place, his safe haven from all of the things going on in his world and mind. That much he appreciated and would hold on too, even if he couldn’t fully express himself emotionally yet.

And I wonder if someday you'll be by my side

And tell me that the world will end up alright

You were sitting in your living room reading when you heard a knock at the door. You move swiftly to see who it could be at this late hour, having a feeling but pushing it to the back of your mind. It was only a week since you last heard and saw of him. You brace yourself for when you open the door, to come in contact with his tall and pale figure, standing in your doorway. His blue eyes had bags underneath them and his face was stone cold.

“Can I please talk with you?” He asks.

“Now you have words to say, a week later. You seemed okay, not saying anything when we had words in your office!” You huff with anger, crossing your arms as you both stood in the doorway, cold air, nipping at you both, almost colder than the air between you two.

“It will only take two minutes. If you want me to go after that then I’ll leave. I promise.”

“Go on.”

“I’m sorry for being daft and hurting your feelings. It was wrong of me. I’ve only been avoiding you because I love you. I was afraid of letting you get close because I know I’m not good enough for you and that you can do better. I’m selfish because I want you to choose me even if I'm not the best option for you.

I’m plagued by darkness, but you’re the light that shines through. Even from the day we first met, I knew there was something special about you. I’m not ready to lose that, lose you, by letting fear control my heart. I will never be perfect, as good, and will always be in the head of danger, but I do promise to try my best to be the best I can be, if you will still have me? I really do love you (Y/N), even if it’s taken me this long to realize it.”

You can see the redness of his cheeks and the wetness pooling in his eyes as he makes his declaration to you. You can still feel that familiar sting of heartache from the week earlier, but you also feel the warmth of the love you have shared for him inside the depth of your inner being. There will never be love without heartache and making those hard decisions of staying or walking away.

“Tommy you’re enough for me. I see the darkness and the danger, but I see the good in you. You need to start seeing it as well. If I had to choose you over anyone else, I would choose you time and time again because I love you Thomas Shelby, and only you. You have my heart and you can’t get rid of me that easily. I’m still hurt by your words and actions, and if it happens I will leave. So don’t mess up. We’re a team and we both have things we can work on together because no one’s perfect.” You speak with seriousness in your tone but also warmth and love.

“Thank you.” Is all he speaks as his cold fingers find your cheeks and your ice lips touch soon becoming warm in his embrace. You let him into your home to warm up and have a cup of tea. Spending the remainder of the evening reading a poetry book you both enjoy, taking turns reading pages to each other, enjoying being in the embrace of another again.

I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

He no longer had to wonder about your love, finally allowing himself to fall into you. To trust you fully and to let the walls surrounding him and his heart come down, knowing you were going to be worth it.

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intomymindspace · 5 years ago

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Video Games ✰ Tendou Satori

Video Games covered by The Young Professionals

tendou satori x gn reader

Through the Summer and the Fall // Haikyuu!! Songfic Series

a/n: hi everyone, I'm sorry for a posting a week late! I’ve been really unmotivated as of late for personal stuff but also because I'm lowkey still a little bummed that my Bokuto fic (definitely totally am not plugging it rn - totally do not click the link, ahaha 🥺) didn’t do as well as I hoped it would. But no matter! Here is the Tendou insert, as promised! It’s not the best, and I definitely have a bit of writers block and am behind schedule. I wish I could write his character and for him better considering how much I love him. Next will up be flattykawa 😌 and I will be posting it hopefully soon to help make up for last week’s missed post. I've also changed up this blog and have given it hopefully a better look - there is a new theme on desktop!

Warnings: part 3 spoilers for jojo’s bizarre adventure that include character death, my bb tori being insecure about him and his body but I love him and his flat a$$ so much, and as always, we clown on flattykawa in this household but all in good favor

It was a rainy day, and Tendou was quiet and content as he sat on your bed, reading the new Weekly Shonen Jump magazine that he had just been mailed. He had let Ushijima read it earlier - but as always, he only read the advertisements. You sat beside him on the floor, his long legs dangled off the edge of your bed, his foot brushing your arm every now and then. You were playing the new otome game you had bought a week ago on your console. On days like this, the two of you often fell into comfortable silences when hanging out with each other - and today was no different. There was nothing to do other than school work and go to practice - but even then, it wasn’t necessary for the third years to attend anymore. Not since they lost in the finals against Karasuno.

He was pulled away from the panel he was reading when he heard you gasp - his crimson eyes flitting to your monitor to see what had happened.

“What happened?” You turned around to look up at him, an excited look on your face.

“Murasame Jinnosuke confessed his love for me! I didn’t expect it to happen so fast into the game.” He looked back at the screen to see a handsome samurai on your screen. Snickering, Tendou ruffled your hair.

“Good job, now just see if you can get a real guy to confess his undying love for you.” Squinting at him, you slapped his leg playfully.

“You’re supposed to be nice to me, Tori-kun.”

“When am I not?”

Ever since you had taken the place of Shiratorizawa’s volleyball club manager two years ago as a first year, you quickly bonded with the strange amalgamation of players. It had been a running gag between the third year players to find out what type of guys you liked. You could always be found on your phone during breaks playing otome games - and that was the beginning of the years of playful torment from your fellow classmates.

It wasn’t that you weren’t attractive or that you didn’t gain attention - every Valentines Day you always received several confessions and chocolates, but you always rejected them as kindly as possible. For someone who played as many otome games as you did, they were surprised to say the least when you had always declined the advances of many classmates, saying that they just weren’t your type with a kind smile on your face.

It was Tendou’s turn to squint as he turned his attention back to your screen as you continued to play through the game. He scoffed at some of the things the fictional samurai said to you - what was so special about him anyways?

This is my idea of fun

Playing video games

Tendou shut his manga volume, and he noticed your curious eyes looking at the cover. Smirking playfully at you, he poked your forehead.

“Suddenly interested in pirates?” You sat back, rolling your eyes.

“Maybe. Who’s the character on the front?” He stared down at the covered, humming.

“Shanks. Say, I never thought you were one to go for a tough-looking guy.” He held a mischievous grin on his lips.

“Ha! Sure. Keep thinking that, Tendou.” He feigned a gasp.

“You used my last name too? With no honorific? No nickname? The rudeness! I’m so hurt!” You couldn’t help but egg your friend along.

“Hmm, maybe I should start watching One Piece if he’s in it…” But before Tendou could clap back, Yamagata slid into the seat next to you, a teasing smile on his lips.

“Ah, so that’s your type, huh? Tough-looking guys with scars?” You rolled your eyes at the libero. “I’m pretty tough too, aren’t I?”

“As if.” But it didn’t stop them from the teasing.

So what if you maybe did prefer more muscular guys? Tendou didn’t understand why the thought hurt his feelings so much. He may not have the bulging muscles, but he was just as strong. He sighed to himself, watching you from across the table as you shoved Yamagata playfully. Why would you want to like someone like himself anyways?

It's you, it's you, it's all for you

Everything I do

Tendou entered your dorm room unannounced as he always did - but this time he was surprised to see you in tears as you huddled in your blanket, staring at the tv. The first thing you usually did was banter with him about his bad habit of not knocking, but all he could do is stand shocked in your doorway.

Instantly, his gleeful eyes turned blood red. Shutting your door behind him, he quickly made his way over to you, his eyebrows furrowed, a scowl on his lips.

“Who do I have to beat up?” A million thoughts were running through his head - were you made fun of? Did someone reject you? Did you receive a bad score on an exam? He wrapped his arms around you the second your tear-filled eyes looked up at him.

“Who did it? Who hurt your feelings?” His genuine care and questions only made you cry harder into his chest.

“Dio.” You said, but it was too muffled for him to hear. Pulling back, he gave you a quizzical look. You pointed at the scene that was unfolding on your tv.

“Dio killed Kakyoin.” Tendou immediately smacked a hand to his face. His eyes flickered to the screen to see a tall, muscular character slumped against a water tower, a hole in his torso with text on the screen saying “Kakyoin Noriaki has died.” He couldn't help but laugh.

“You want me to beat up the mighty and powerful vampire lord and stand user, Dio Brando? For killing the guy who licks cherries weird?”

Slapping his arm, you pouted at him through your ugly tears. “Don’t make fun of me! I really liked him.” Tendou kept on snickering as he rubbed your back.

“I know, I’m sorry. But it’s just too funny to just not tease you.”

As ridiculous as it sounded, Tendou wondered if you would ever cry for him the way you cried for Kakyoin. He smiled to himself as he stared down at your face that was still buried in his chest - he hoped you wouldn’t notice how fast his heart was beating at the notion of you coming to him for comfort.

Maybe your type was animated men.

I tell you all the time

Heaven is a place on earth with you

Tendou put his jump comic down and just watched your gameplay - he was too distracted by his thoughts of you to focus on the new chapter of My Hero Academia.

He couldn’t help but pine over you. You had been so open and kind to him from the first time you met him - he remembered that day with ease. You had looked so confident walking into the volleyball gym, introducing yourself to the players as their new manager.

He was genuinely surprised that you weren’t turned away by his quirks - and he was thankful that above all, you treated him just like you treated everyone else.

It seemed so easy for you to become friends with the other first years at the time. You found commonalities with each of them, and you even managed to break Ushijima out of his shell by the time you all first went to nationals. Tendou remembered the hours upon hours that the two of you spent together - whether it was hanging out in the dorm watching animes, giving him tips and encouragement on the court during timeouts, or quality conversations on long bus rides to and from games. If you had never joined as manager, Tendou would’ve never guessed that the two of you would become as close friends as you were now. And he had always been a good guesser.

As he stared at you, controller in your hand, he remembered why he realized he liked you so much - it wasn’t because you shared a strong love for manga and anime. Okay, well, maybe it was, but it wasn’t the commonality. It was because you understood and even empathized with escaping through these fictional stories.

He knew what it was like to want to escape - to want to find paradise away from everyday life. On the court, Tendou could sneak into the small slice of heaven that he visited when he played volleyball. Off the court, he wanted nothing more than to have you safe in his arms as the two of you escaped into the world of whatever show you had chosen to binge that day.

To him, you were just as heavenly as the defeated looks on his opponents’ faces that he craved to see - maybe even more.

Tell me all the things you want to do

I heard that you like the bad girls, honey, is that true?

You squealed excitedly as you waved the game in front of Semi’s face after practice had ended.

“Semi-semi! Look what just came in the mail!” He pushed your hand out of his face, scoffing.

“I can’t see it if you’re rubbing in my face like that, idiot.” The setter had a smile on his face nonetheless, making you laugh as he took a look at the game. His eyes widened.

“No way, Castlevania Judgement?!?!” You nodded proudly, smiling at Tendou and Ushijima as they walked over to see what the commotion was about. The middle blocker gawked at the game you held in your hands - the third years had been talking about the release of it for at least a few months now.

“You jealous? If you want, we can play after dinner.” Semi quickly nodded, and you looked at Tendou and Ushijima for their answers.

“What, when have I ever said no to wanting to play video games with you?” To his reply, the captain simply nodded.

“Thank you for your invite. I am happy to attend as well.”

Tendou and Ushijima sat on the edge of your bed as you and Semi sat in front of your tv, switching the controller after every chapter of the game. Ushijima had no interest in actually playing the game - and Tendou knew he would get a chance to play with you later. Semi was more excited for the game than he was anyways.

You couldn’t contain your excitement as you gushed over one of the main characters, Simon Belmont. From the looks of it, he was a powerful fighter - and Tendou sighed once again - he was super muscular and tough-looking too. You were too invested in the gameplay with Semi, that you weren’t paying attention to the conversation Tendou sparked with Ushijima.

“I don’t get what’s so special about him anyways.” The redhead had a pout on his face, his arms crossed. Ushijima was very aware of the middle blocker’s crush on you - his friend often coming to the captain for his advice. While Ushijima had almost no experience and knowledge at all in terms of dating, he was always observant of the people around him, and was very blunt.

“Tendou-kun, if you like them so much, it would just be better to ask. It is pointless to be jealous over every fictional character they like.” He couldn’t help but gawk at the monotonous tone and the serious look on his captain’s face.

“I’ll raise you a better one. It’s pointless to ask because their standards seem to be so high anyways.” Ushijima couldn’t help but stare at his friend.

“And why should that stop you? They’re not real.” Tendou sighed, exacerbated.

“I get it, I get it! I know they’re not just going to pop out from the screen or anything.”

“But?”

“But that doesn’t mean those aren’t their same standards to people they prefer in real life,” Tendou admitted, and Ushijima knew he hit the reason why. Tendou may be tall, but he was lean and lanky. The muscle he had was nowhere near that of any of the fictional guys you crushed on. What could you possibly want from someone way weaker - someone like him?

“They are not the type of person to go completely for the way someone’s body appears. If that were the case, they should’ve confessed their attraction to either myself or Yamagata by now, based on your logic. Besides, they told me they liked you.” Tendou couldn't help but roll his eyes, placing a hand over his heart.

“Wakatoshi-kun, you wound me. Of course they like me - they wouldn’t be my friend if they didn’t. Couldn't you at least sugar coat your advice sometimes?”

It's better than I ever even knew

They say that the world was built for two

Before the prefectural qualifiers in the fall, Shiratorizawa managed to snag a practice match with none other than Aoba Johsai. While there was clear tension throughout the entire time, the teams kept interactions outside the court lines as light-hearted as possible. Seijoh managed to snag victory during the first match, but Shiratorizawa hit back just as hard, winning the second match.

The boys were currently loading their bags into the bus as you supervised them, reminding them to triple check that they had everything. You were almost caught by surprise when a volleyball rolled towards you, hitting the back of your foot gently.

“Sumimasen.” You heard from several meters behind you, making you turn around. It was the Great King himself, Oikawa Tooru, that was slowly jogging towards you - it almost seemed like he was doing it in slow motion. Your fellow teammates heard the setter, their eyes sneakily following him as he got closer to you. They couldn't help but snicker at their so-called sworn enemy - it was obvious by the way that his aura sparkled around him and the smoulder on his face that he had rolled the ball your way to get your attention.

“I’m so sorry, could you get that for me?” You nodded, a polite smile on your face. The great Oikawa was definitely handsome, to say the least - and Tendou couldn't help the childish frown that filled his features. As you picked up the ball and handed it back to the setter, he flashed you a heart-stopping, pearly white smile.

“Thank you,” he said, taking the ball from you, brushing your fingers in the process. “You are the manager for Shiratorizawa, right? I didn’t catch your name earlier.” Oikawa ran a hand through his silky hair as you gave him your name.

“Wow,” he flashed you another smile, “such a beautiful name for someone just as gorgeous.” Semi couldn’t help but let a snort out at Oikawa’s compliment.

“Thank you.” You took the complement in stride, deciding it would be nice to say something back. “You played great today, Oikawa-san.” He laughed jovially.

“Thank you, you’re very kind. And cute. Would you be interested in catching boba with me sometime? I know a cute place that has good milk tea and milk bread.” Tendou rolled his eyes at Oikawa’s words. It probably was his plan all along - to try to bewitch the manager of Shiratorizawa. When Tendou saw a smile grow on your face, he couldn’t help but feel defeated. Were you actually going to say yes to him?

“I’m very flattered Oikawa-san. But I’m sorry, I must decline your offer.” Oikawa’s eyes widened in surprise. The Great King? Being rejected? “You’re not really my type.” You turned around, making your way onto the bus, leaving Oikawa with his jaw on the ground, the ace on Seijoh’s team as well as your teammates laughing their asses off at the scene that had just unfolded in front of their very eyes.

“That’s what you get, Crappykawa! You should’ve gone to Shiratorizawa!”

“Iwa-chan, that's not funny! I feel like my heart has been broken into thousands of pieces!”

“Well, if they’re gonna hit it, they better hit it til it breaks!”

“Pfft, I’m actually not surprised they didn’t say yes to him.” Semi commented, placing his duffle bag into the storage compartment. Tendou’s head quirked at the statement.

“Why’s that?” Reon asked, storing his things as well, making Semi and Yamagata snicker.

“Did you see how flat his ass was? I’m 100% sure their type is thicker guys. Like their ace, or something.” The three of them burst into laughter, Tendou only slightly laughing along as well. Ushijima only grunted in disagreement as he shut the compartment’s door.

“I believe their type is actually redheads.” All of the third years looked at their captain with wide eyes and dead silence - before laughing even harder. Semi slapped Ushijima’s bicep lightly, bending over. Tendou’s eyes widened - Ushijima was not the type to joke around, right?

“I didn’t think you actually knew how to crack jokes, Ushijima-kun!” The olive-haired man only looked down at his fellow third years in confusion.

“I am not joking. I simply just decided to ask them earlier, and I am only relaying the answer they gave me.” They couldn’t help but bend over, Yamagata even wiping tears from all the laughing.

“Stop! Your bluntness is only making it worse!” By the way the rest of his teammates reacted, Tendou believed Ushijima really must have been joking - in his own way. He had just picked a hair color different from Oikawa’s, right?

“Good one, Wakatoshi-kun.” Tendou let out a chuckle, giving his friend a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Only worth living if somebody is loving you

And baby, now you do

Tendou’s eyes widened as he relieved all the memories. Was Ushijima actually serious? He had never asked his friend about it - but perhaps it was because he was too scared to actually know the truth. Quickly, Tendou pulled out his phone and googled each of the characters - Shanks, Kakyoin, and Simon. The samurai was still on your screen, and he flipped through the tabs on his internet browser, trying to find the similarities.

Obviously, they were all built rather strong - but Tendou couldn’t get what Ushijima said out of his head. They were all redheads, after all. Why hadn’t he noticed this before? He looked back at you, your attention still on the otome game. Should he ask you? Would it be weird? Tendou thought about texting Ushijima, but he quickly decided not to. He already knew what his friend would say. Right after he called your name gently, you set down the controller and turned to look up at him.

“What’s up, Tori-kun?” He had never felt this nervous before - it wasn’t even like he was going to confess to you or anything either.

“Uh - what’s your type? Like, in guys? I promise I won’t tease you this time, I just want to know.” Surprisingly, you smirked at him. What were you thinking?

“You gonna brag to Eita and Yato that you finally found out after all these years?” The apparent blush on Tendou’s cheeks only spread further.

“What? No, I wouldn’t do that… Unless I had to,” he said, trying his best to come off as his usual teasing self. This only made you snicker at him.

“I’m surprised you guys haven’t beat it out of Toshi-kun yet. I already told him a few months ago.” Tendou’s eyes widened at what you said.

“Huh?” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah.” He couldn’t believe how casual you were about it. You were always so hellbent on keeping it from them - but perhaps it was because they made such a big deal out of it in the first place. Tendou didn’t exactly know how to respond to you - he was still trying to process the realization. So he had guessed wrong this whole time?

After sitting in silence for a couple of seconds, you gave him a playful smile. “Redheads,” you said, turning around and picking up your controller. Ushijima’s words echoed with yours in his brain.

Besides, they told me they liked you. Tendou let out a choked noise.

“I’ve made a mistake!”

You burst out laughing at Tendou’s exclamation. Setting your controller down once more, you stood up and turned, leaning your elbows against your bed. “You guys really are that oblivious, huh? Even Toshi-kun saw that I liked you. He went so far as to ask me about it too.” You propped up your head with your hand, staring at him. Getting past his initial shock, Tendou settled back down.

“How shallow of you,” he teased, leaning his head closer to yours. “I can’t believe the only reason why you like me is because my hair is red, yanno?” In return, you inched your face up closer to his as if you were challenging him.

“I know,” you said smugly, your eyes flickering down to his lips, “I’m such an awful friend. I’ll only break your heart once I replace you with another redhead.” He smirked as he noticed where your eyes had glanced. Tendou may have been oblivious, but he wasn’t called the Guess Monster for nothing.

“I’m guessing that you want to kiss me right now, hmm?” He asked quietly, dangerously moving closer to you - your faces now only mere inches apart. A blush crept onto both of your cheeks. You answered back, your voice nearly a whisper.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself, Guess Monster?”

Immediately, Tendou closed the distance between the two of you. Your lips were warm and soft, making him wish he had at least put on chapstick earlier. His heart was beating so hard inside of his chest that he was afraid you’d hear it, but you said nothing as the two of you pulled away. Saying nothing, he only smiled as he traced his fingers up your neck, cupping your jaw. Pulling you into a deeper kiss, he sighed contentedly as he felt your hands trail up his torso.

Kissing you felt like paradise.

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BONUS

The following day, Tendou met you at your door to walk with you to lunch. With your hand in his, the two of you took your sweet time making your way to the cafeteria to meet up with the other third years. Today, Coach Washijo had asked for them to play a practice match against the Miyagi first years he was holding a training camp for. You decided to tag along since you had nothing planned to do for the weekend.

As you talked about a weird dream you had, Tendou couldn’t help but gaze adoringly at you - he couldn’t believe that you liked him, or that you were actually dating him now even if it had only been about twelve hours. The two of you waited in the lunch line, his chin resting on top of your head as he held both of your hands from behind you - it felt so natural to touch you. He could tell that people were staring - but none of it mattered when all he needed was the sound of your excited voice and the blatant look of love in your eyes.

Stepping away from your back slightly, he moved forward to gently place a kiss on your cheek - and that's when he heard the yells. The both of you turned to find your fellow third and second years staring at the two of you with wide eyes and mouths catching flies. Goshiki accompanied the team as well, his face beat red. Ushijima was behind the flustered first year, a rare half-smile on his face.

“Afternoon guys!” You had said it so casually as you leaned back into Tendou’s arms, allowing him to place a cheeky kiss on your temple - making Semi gag and Yamagata nearly tear up.

“I did tell you all that they preferred redheads.”

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suchalonelysunflower · 4 years ago

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Take Your Feelings, Put Them Into a Song (A.I)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Wallows! Fem! Reader

Requested: yes!

Summary: Y/N Sixx, bassist from the famous band Wallows, is helping 5SOS write their latest album CALM. If only she could keep her crush on the drummer under control…

Warnings: Fluff. Language. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 4.6 k

Author’s Note: IM BACK! Remember that Reblogs, Likes, Comments and Feedback are very important! You have no idea how much they help 💕 Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋🌻✨

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anon: Can you do a one-shot where the reader was born on 1996 and she’s the daughter of Nikki Sixx and Brandi Brandt and it’s the bassist and songwriter of Wallows (…) and she helps 5sos write songs for the album CALM and starts dating Ashton and the fans go nuts (in a good way) with shipping? There’s no drama like it was in EUH

It was another boring day in the studio and you would literally prefer to do anything else than to listen to Cole talk about the last date he had instead of working on your new song. But inspiration was lacking between you and your bandmates and you really had no other choice since you already took that time on the studio’s schedule.

One would believe that you would be used to dull times in the studio, having spent a lot of time on them while growing up with your parents, but boredom was a cruel crime inside your head and today your patience was running thin.

“Hey, peanut!” Dylan called your attention “Everything good there?”

You were laying on the sofa, looking at the ceiling for some kind of saving grace, but Dylan’s voice brought you back to your reality.

“Are we going to get something done today?” You asked with a sigh, with your eyes still glued to the ceiling “Cause we are really just wasting time by now and I don’t think Cole’s last fling will bring any kind of inspo into our little group”

“Hey!” Cole protested, earning a chuckle from Braeden.

“Whatever,” You said, already getting up from your spot “I’m going to take a walk”

You took a deep breath once you closed the door to your private room. You loved the guys, you really do, but sometimes people can be too much, especially people who you spend every single day and hour with.

Memories from the past year started to fill your mind and you smiled when thinking about how much your little band has grown. Wallows was now everywhere, you created a name for yourself without using your parent’s influence and you were so damn proud of that, yet when moments like these come around - the moments where you just need to breathe to escape the reality for just a while - you start to reflect on every choice you made and if they were the right ones.

It’s the overthinking that got you to write those first lyrics in the first place, the ones that were put into songs and now were, somehow, all over TikTok with thousands of people relating to them. So maybe, overthinking now might not be such a bad idea after all.

“It’s a terrible idea if you think about it for more than one minute, mate”

You stopped in your tracks when you heard that voice, thinking that maybe you were finally going crazy or someone could’ve read your mind. But it wasn’t until you heard someone else answer that you realized it was a conversation.

“Well, I don’t know what to do with it anymore!”

You turned your head to the left and smiled when you saw the little sign that said “5SOS now in session. DO NOT DISTURB” And realized that your other favorite boys were back in town.

Of course you ignored the sign and knocked on the door a couple of times before opening it shamelessly.

“Well, well, well…” You said with a teasing smile as you leaned over the door frame “If it isn’t my second favorite Aussie band”

The faces of two of the members of said band light up once they realize it was you, quickly getting up to wrap you in a hug.

“Mini Sixx!” Calum said, ruffling his hand through your hair “About time you came to visit us”

You pushed him and Luke away from you “And you should’ve told me you’re back from your break! I could’ve escaped Dylan and the other minions earlier”

“Rough session?” Luke asked, seating down and patting the place next to him for you to sit on.

“Oh, you have no idea”

You loved the 5sos guys, it was impossible not to. Ever since you met them at a label party in 2015 when you were introduced to them because you were the same age as half of the group, you knew that they were made to be on the stage.

It was easy to become their friend, given their welcoming attitude and easy-going smiles even before they found out who your parents were. It was nice for a change not to be Y/N Sixx, daughter of the famous bassist of Mötley Crüe and famous Playboy doll Brandi Brandt, for a moment and just be Y/N, a bassist that had a lot to give to the world. And with the boys you didn’t even have to try to be someone you were not, with them everything was just so… real.

Just like now, where you were allowed to complain about your lovely bandmates to them and they would complain just as well, with no judgment nor responsibilities, just three friends letting out some steam due to the stress of your careers.

“-And basically we don’t know what else to do with the song” Luke finished his rant on the missing piece of their new song for their next album.

“And you have the lyrics ready?”

“Yeah, me and my girl wrote it a few weeks ago but the melody is just…”

“It’s missing something” Calum finished for him with a sigh.

You hummed “Can I see it?”

The two Australians got to work, playing the song with the piano and the guitar and you came to the conclusion that they were right: there was something big missing.

“So it’s a ballad,” You said, thinking of ways to fix it.

“Technically yes, but when you play it like that it sounds incomplete and the lyrics won’t work with another type of rhythm” Luke sighed “We’ve been at it for days now.”

You stayed quiet for a while, reviewing the lyrics and melody more carefully now, analyzing the situation with different approaches but without getting anywhere. It was a beautiful song, it truly was, but it needed something else, something that could create a “boom” sensation for whoever was listening.

Something like…

“Hey guys, have you finished with the- Oh, Hey, Y/N/N!” Ashton said, opening the door and finding you with his bandmates in deep concentration.

Bingo.

“Uh, why are you smiling at me like that?” Ashton asked you with a chuckle, but you didn’t even address him as you turned to Luke and Calum.

“It needs drums”

“What?” The three men said in unison. You rolled your eyes and snatched the notes from Calum’s lap and started to sing the melody.

“Here!” You pointed out “In this part, before finishing the first chorus: I already made, already made that…” And then you started to make drum noises and movements with your arms for them to get the idea.

In a matter of seconds, Luke got up from his seat and walked towards you, taking the notes from you and reviewing them with new eyes, smiling as he got the idea.

“Ha!” He laughed loudly, “You’re a fucking genius!”

“Thank you,” You said with a smug smile as you, Calum and Luke started to discuss the arrangements.

“Wait, hold up” Ashton interrupted the chatter “Y/N, I appreciate you trying to help and no offense and all but I think this isn’t your place to just decide something like that,” He said, pointing to the three of you.

You rolled your eyes. You’ve dealt with stubborn people before, but Ashton did take a spot on your top three and you knew just how to handle him.

“Wow,” You said sarcastically with a teasing smile “One would think that by being half of the rhythm section you would have more… I don’t know, rhythm?”

Ashton crooked an eyebrow and you and you knew you had him in the bag “I just don’t think-”

“You don’t think?” You said, getting up from your chair and walking up to him to be almost chest to chest. You looked up to his eyes and challenged him “Or you just can’t handle the fact that I might’ve had a better idea than you”

You could see by the sparkle in his eyes that he has taken the challenge to heart. He took a step closer to you, almost pressing his body completely against yours, and smirked.

“Want me to prove you wrong, princess?” He teased but you didn’t back up.

“I’d like to see you try, darling”

Ashton’s smirk widened as he took a step back, turning his head towards Luke and Calum who were watching the scene with intrigued eyes and knowing smiles “Get your asses back in the recording booth”

He followed them as they walked into the big recording space they had, but not before sending you a wink seconds after he closed the door.

You were thankful he didn’t see you blush.

Once they were all set with their instruments - Calum on the keys, Luke on the guitar, and Ashton behind his drum set - You pressed the buttons of the console that would make it possible for you to hear them at the other side of the mirrored glass.

“Okay boys, show me what you got”

You became an official 5SOS songwriter after that day and even Ashton had to admit that you were adding so much more to the band lyrics and melodies since you started to work with them.

Every day you would find yourself walking towards their studio after your band’s session and you start to work wherever they left off. It was a simple dynamic that worked wonders for everyone and after every session, you would get even more inspired to write your own music for Wallows, so it was a win-win situation, not to mention, spending time with your new co-workers; especially a particular drummer that grew closer to you that you would’ve ever imagined.

When you first met the band you hit it off pretty quickly with Luke and Calum, them being the same age as you and having pretty much the same interests; then came Michael that shared a similar sense of humor with you and with whom you discussed videogames with. But Ashton was always the one that you consciously tried to not get too close to.

In all honesty, he intimidated you but not in a bad way. He was smart, talented, and super funny, not to mention also ridiculously handsome. But he was also stubborn, a little bit egotistical, and the only one that could keep up with you in a battle of wits, teasing, and sarcasm. And you knew that if you mixed that all together it might mean trouble, especially when he smiled at you like that.

Of course you had a crush on him, who wouldn’t? But the fact is that you know what it is like to date in the industry and having feelings for a member of another pretty famous band might bring some tension to the table, so it was safer to play the crushing card and just stay friends. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself every day since you started to see him regularly and spend more time with him than with any other of the two bands.

Speaking of…

“Earth to Y/N?” Called Braeden waving a hand in front of your face “Is anybody there?”

You blinked a few times before pushing his hand away with a scoff “Very funny, B. What’s up?”

“You spaced out again” Cole added, fidgeting with his drumsticks “Just when we were going to start complimenting you on that bass line you wrote the other day…”

You smiled as you threw a pillow at him that he was able to easily dodge “Sorry, I was just-”

“Thinking about a particular drummer again?” Dylan teased, to which Cole added.

“I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to fall in love with me”

You searched for other pillows and started to throw them at your band members, giggling as they started to throw them back at you and starting an improvised pillow fight in the middle of the recording booth.

“Hey, Y/N/N! I was wondering if you-” Ashton’s sentence was cut short as he opened the door and took in the scene that was in front of him.

You were so busy chasing Breaden with a pillow on each hand and a devilish smile that you didn’t even notice when the door opened or that Ashton was standing there, smiling at you with his arms crossed as you aimed at your bandmate's head.

“Oh look, peanut!” Dylan said teasingly “You knight in shiny armor is here to-” But before he could say anything more embarrassing, you threw a pillow directly at his face to shut him out.

You quickly turned your head to Ashton who was fairly amused by your battle skills and smiled at him.

“Hey!” You said breathlessly after chasing down the others.

“Hi,” He smiled back “Am I interrupting something or?”

“Nah, you’re good,” You said, throwing one last pillow at your three friends that stood in a corner blowing teasing kisses and puppy eyes at the two of you “These assholes and I are done for the day” You commented before said assholes started to pout and complain, but you were already out the door before they could say something embarrassing again.

“So…” Ashton trailed off, starting to walk alongside you with his hands in his front pockets.

“So,” You said, drifting your eyes from him and praying to the universe that he didn’t hear anything or else it would make the blush on your face even pinker “You needed me for something?”

You wanted to get the topic of work right there in the open as soon as possible, not wanting him to notice how nervous you got when you were alone with him. At least when you were talking about work you leveled the ground in some parts.

“Actually, I’m going home early today” He smiled softly “Luke and the guys are working on a love song that’s just way too happy and butterflies - in - your -stomach like and I didn’t think they needed me there if I can’t bring nothing to the table”

“You’re not a lovey-dovey feeling kinda guy?” You teased by bumping your arm with his, earning a “hey” from him “I actually get it, I’m not that kind of person either”

“It’s not like I don’t like it, it’s just that-”

“You process your emotions differently, and it’s easier to write those when you think of love in other stages and/or mixed with other complex emotions because-”

“Love is not just one-sided! Yes!” Ashton celebrated, amazed that you could understand what he was saying “I knew you would get it”

That comment made your cheeks heat up as you looked at him, all dimpled smiles and light chuckled as he looked at you with sparkly hazel eyes. Oh no…

“Well,” You said, breaking that little moment “If they are going to work on that all day then I guess I would head home, too. I don’t think I’ll be able to provide anything else either”

“Actually,” Ashton said as he stopped in the middle of the hall leading to the exit, making you stop as well and turn to him “I was wondering if you would want to get some coffee with me now that we are both free. Of course, if you really are free and have nothing else to do and want to actually drink coffee or tea… or maybe not and you’re not that type of person and-”

“Are you asking me out?”

Ashton stopped his rambling and looked at you with an incredulous smile and lightly blushed cheeks.

“I- well, yeah,” He said shyly “Yeah, I am”

You smiled and softly chuckled “Look at the famous drummer all nervous” You teasingly took a step closer to him, not knowing where this confidence was coming from, and he did the same “It’s just me, you know?”

“And that’s exactly the reason why”

“Do I make you nervous, darling?”

“Let’s say that if it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have rambled like that, princess”

You pressed your lips in a thin line and smiled as you looked away from him, blushing like a teenager on her first date.

“So…” You trailed off.

“So?”

“Lead the way”

From that moment both of your routines changed once again. Now you took time off the studio at least two times a week to go with Ashton on those small friendly dates as he took you out for coffee or just simple but meaningful talks.

Soon enough you lost all the doubts that made you nervous around him, seeing how easy it was to talk to him and how much you had in common in more aspects than just music. You became more comfortable around him and your level of teasing and playing grew alongside your relationship, not to mention the level of teasing and playing you received from your band members and the other 3 Aussies who joined in on all the fun.

You were used to blushing and dismissing comments about your - undeniable - crush on the drummer, but Ashton didn’t seem to be affected by them at all. On the contrary, Ashton played along and even seemed like he was enjoying it. Like in one particular occasion where you were working on a song together and Michael said:

“Oh my god, date her already!”

Ashton didn’t blink an eye before responding “I’m trying! But she just wants to focus on the harmonies”

And you’d be lying if you said that didn’t put a smile on your face.

Yet, you kept it all professional while being in the studio; no need to mix your personal lives with whatever was going on down there, that’s why those coffee runs were your favorites.

It was an unspoken rule between the two of you that “work-talk” was forever banned from those outings.

“So what are we going to talk about?” You asked him the first time you went into his favorite coffee shop.

“Us” He simply answered, unaware of the butterflies he just set in your stomach.

“Us?”

“Yeah, I want to get to know you better, princess. Who is Y/N Sixx?”

“Who is Ashton Irwin?”

“I asked first”

“I asked second” You countered

Ashton smiled widely “You think you’re clever…”

“It doesn’t matter what I think” You answered, casually sipping on your coffee “I know I’m clever just like I know you like me that way”

You were testing the waters back then, hiding the shaking of your knees under the table as you longed to know how he felt about it. But the way he smiled and how he blushed a little bit made all your fears go away.

“Yeah, that I do”

Your cheeks turned red whenever you reminisced about that moment - or any moment that you spent with Ashton for that matter - which gave you the perfect idea for a song.

“I don’t want to kill my time with somebody else…” You hummed to yourself as you wrote down what you think is the chorus to a new song.

You told Ashton that you were not the type to write silly love songs or very uplifting songs; but there was something in that memory, something in that feeling that you couldn't ignore or just let it be without doing something about it. So, you started to write it.

You couldn't separate the feeling from the art, after all, feelings were what led you to dedicate your life to music. People would say it was because of your parent’s influence but they had little to nothing to do with your decision. This was you, the authentical you writing whatever came to mind and then sharing it with the world and only a few people will get it in its entirety. And surely Ashton was one of them.

“Dadadada something, want you all to myself”

“Wacha doing there, princess?”

Speaking of the devil.

Ashton smiled at you as he hunched over the table you were working on, trying to peek at what you were writing. You lifted the notebook and pressed it against your chest faking offense as he giggled.

“Didn’t your mother taught you not to sneak up on people, darling?” You asked as he walked around your workspace and sat himself down on the chair next to you “Besides, you’re late. You were supposed to meet me here like half an hour ago!”

“Aww, sorry Sixx” Ashton pouted “But there were no chocolate chip cookies left in the shop so I had to go around town to get you some” He then put a bag of freshly made cookies on top of the table with a cup filled with coffee.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?”

“Of course I did! You always only eat chocolate chips cookies in the afternoon”

He started to giggle again, ignoring the way you were looking at him “How did you know that?”

“C’mon, Y/N/N, every time we go for coffee you order two, one for the coffee and another one for the road. And every time we cater something you never touch anything but those cookies”

“I never knew you were so observant”

Ashton shrugged “I just pay attention if I like what I see,” He said nonchalantly with a wink, making you blush instantly, but you covered it up with an eye roll.

“God, you’re terrible” You scoffed.

“I’m honest!” You shook your head and went back to writing, but Ashton was not going to let that go so easily. “Look, how else could I know that you always put an extra bag of sugar in your coffee?”

“‘Cause I always drink the same thing,” You said without looking up from your notebook.

“Yeah, a mocha latte with extra chocolate drizzle and no foam. Honestly, how can you handle that much sugar?” You were about to answer but he caught you off. “But that’s not all you drink, whenever you have a bad day you always order a cup of mango and ginger tea because that’s your mother’s favorite drink and it helps you calm down. You also don’t want anyone to know that you’re having a bad day but the minute someone looks away your smile starts to flatter until you’re back in the conversation”

You stopped the writing completely as you turned to him, suddenly feeling how your heart started to jump all over your chest as he kept talking, eyes never leaving yours as he gave you a soft smile, almost as if he was remembering all those moments with you.

“You draw flowers on the corner of your notebooks whenever you feel bored. You love the sad songs on the radio and you know every single word to Lorde’s Melodrama, yet every time you have to choose a playlist you put 2000’s pop and R&B songs because it hypes you up. You hate awkward silences unless you are the one being quiet. You help Dylan dye his hair every time he asks you to because you would trust each other with your lives, you give Cole relationship advice because you care about him and he always appreciates your advice more than anyone’s and Braeden is your best friend because you always say that he is one of the few people that could make you laugh in a bad day and you have no idea how much I want to be included in that list”

“Ashton-”

“You write better with dim light, it helps you concentrate on your work. You say you don’t believe in astrology yet you check your horoscope every day. You want to make sure that everyone has a good time and feels included, that’s why you always make conversations with Micahel about games you never even heard before or let Luke braid your hair when he’s bored or how you switched topics when you noticed that Calum was not engaging as much in a conversation. You literally take care of everyone but you never let anyone take care of you, and when we do you get all shy and you blush as you say thank you and you have no idea how fucking adorable you look”

You sat there speechless as he spoke. You felt the back of your throat dry as you tried to find the right words to answer all of that.

It was too much. The fact that he knew all of that and how he said it like he was just talking about his favorite things in the world, it was just too much but at the same time, you want to hear him say that again.

A weird sense of joy and shyness came over you as he set his hazel eyes on yours. You gave him a small smile as you averted your gaze to the floor.

“Wow, I-” You started “I never thought someone noticed all that”

“How could I not?” You heard him say “You’re all I can think about and to say that I don’t notice you is like saying I don’t notice the sun in the sky or the stars at night. You’re the brightest light out there, Y/N, you shine everywhere you go”

You noticed how he pulled his chair closer to you and suddenly you felt how your chair started to slowly turn his way until you were face to face.

Ashton carefully placed his fingers under your chin and tilted your head until you were finally looking into his eyes again.

“There she is!” He smiled when he noticed your blushing cheeks and gleaming eyes.

“What do you mean when you say I’m all you think about?” You asked expectantly, curling your fingers nervously on top of your thighs.

Ashton chuckled. “Well, if you didn’t notice, I really fucking like you, Y/N”

You looked up at him, smiling with hopeful eyes and feeling as if a weight was lifted off your chest thanks to the joy you were experiencing while hearing those words.

“You do?”

“Unless you don’t like me back and I just spilled my feelings for nothing-” You smacked him playfully in the arm “Ouch! I’m kidding! Of course I like you! Fuck, Y/N I’ve been falling for years now and I thought I was being pretty obvious”

You laughed “I thought you were just playing!”

In an instant, Ashton pulled your chair closer and grabbed you by the hip, lifting you up and making you sit on his lap as he hugged you by the waist and you placed your arms around his neck.

“I’ve never been more serious in my life,” He said, “I’ll do anything to prove it”

“Well,” You said, pressing a kiss to his cheek and knocking your forehead to his “How about you help me finish this song and then you take me on a date? Cause I’ve been falling for you, too and I don’t want to waste any more time”

Ashton hummed as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, kissing it softly as he murmured “Will I get to kiss my princess at midnight?”

“Maybe… or you can take your chances now if you’d like”

He smiled.

“I like those odds”

And just before you know it, he softly pressed his lips against yours; finally creating a happy beginning for the two of you.

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Hey Neighbor (Part 8)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 4650 Warnings: fluff, light angst

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: A huge thank you to my wonderful beta Sam @buckyofthemyscira Feedback is always appreciated!

PART 7 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

Walking out through the automatic doors of Metro-General you were hit with a gust of wind so strong you had to adjust the scarf you had wrapped around your neck to make the fabric feel cozier. In your pocket you feel your phone having a near seizure as it vibrates, alerting you of all the messages you received during the day coming in all at once thanks to the lack of service on the eighth floor.

That’s where you spend most of your time, in the social work department sitting in a small cubicle with yellow fluorescent lighting hanging above and a drafty window that whistles as the wind blows. So far most of your work has been shadowing Elena as she is called down for consultations. When asked, you’ve given appropriate suggestions on what services would best suit the patients but you aren’t yet familiar with enough of them.

It was slow today, which was surprising for a Saturday she mentioned, so most of your time was spent researching the organizations within your reach and learning about the different services they provide. Staring at a screen all day made your eyes nearly close a few times but you survived. On your way home you read through all the messages received.

Ever since your celebratory get together everyone became friendlier with each other and started a group chat, declaring that on weekends you should all meet up and go to different bars.

Not everyone could always make it. Sam was usually working much to Wanda’s dismay, and another time Natasha was preparing for a large trial and needed every minute to work on her case. Bucky would show up about half the time, and you never asked why he couldn’t make it, assuming he had plans to hook up with someone whenever he wasn’t with you guys.

He still had women over on most nights. They weren’t as loud as before but you could hear them, panting his name like a sensual prayer as you scurried across your apartment to the bathroom. If he wasn’t finished by the time you were back in bed you put on your trusty headphones and hoped to fall back asleep.

When you finally exited the subway you replied back to the texts declining tonight’s invitation. You were honestly ready for a nap and even if you took one you doubt it would give you enough energy to stay up later.

A slew of sad faces sent by Steve made you feel a little guilty. He really wanted you to come out with him, especially since he started socializing again but you really needed this night off.

You: I promise I will do my absolute best to come out next weekend

Wanda: You better! Oh and we still have to talk costumes!

Halloween weekend was soon approaching and you knew you couldn’t miss that no matter how tired you were but tonight you were ready to crash.

Your heels were kicked off immediately, makeup barely wiped away as you changed into pumpkin pajama bottoms. Unhooking your bra felt heavenly and you tossed it aside, having it land somewhere in the vicinity of your living room. You slipped on a tank top and threw a comfy sweatshirt over that before plopping onto your bed and under the covers.

With your head on the pillow you stared at the phone cradled in your hand, holding it on the adjacent pillow. You weren’t actually trying to pay attention to the show you put on, just wanting something to fill the void of silence and within a few minutes you were asleep.

It was pitch black when your eyes opened. You searched for your phone on your bed, hands skimming across the mattress but you couldn’t find it. The smarter thing to do would be to turn on the lamp on your nightstand which you finally did. Your phone had fallen to the floor and upon picking it up you saw the time. It wasn’t that late, only nine-something. You could still go out and meet up with everyone but you chose not to. You were still kind of tired and now very hungry. Too lazy to make something you ordered pizza.

Hocus Pocus played in the background as you waited for your food; and finally looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror you fixed your half-assed attempt at makeup removal from before. Feeling more energized you straightened up your tossed clothes while absentmindedly singing along.

“I put a spell on you and now you’re gone, gone, gone so long. I put a spell on you and it was strong, so strong, so strong, so strong.”

You bounced around your apartment continuing to sing while tidying up. You were so excited for the prospect of pizza you practically ran to your door when there was a knock, opening it without looking through the peephole.

Instead of the pizza there was Bucky, arms crossed with a beaming smile. “Hey neighbor.”

You were surprised to see him, wondering why he would be knocking at your door and not out like you thought he would be. He also declined meeting up with everyone tonight so you assumed he had plans of his own.

“H-hey, what’re you doing here Bucky?”

His arms fell to his sides. “Oh nothing, just wanted to say thank you.”

Your face scrunched with confusion, trying to think of what reason he might need to thank you but just then Bucky answered the question you hadn’t asked.

“For the show. I put a spell on yooooou,” he mimicked, swirling his arms across his chest performatively.

“Oh no, you heard me!?”

You hid your face in your hands as Bucky chuckled, “Thin walls, remember?”

Peeking through your fingers you saw the genuine smile stretched across Bucky’s face. He may have been teasing but he wasn’t laughing at you. Thankfully he hadn’t heard anything worse, because if there was a real Disney marathon on he might have been the one putting on his headphones to block out the high notes you strained to reach in “Let It Go.”

“Yes, yes, I remember,” you smirk back at him. “So, you headed out?”

His head shook before he answered. “No, staying in tonight. I was up all night composing; it threw my whole day off.”

“Oh yeah, how’s that goi– ” The loud buzzing of your doorbell made you jump. That was the pizza. “Hang on a sec.”

You stepped back into your apartment to press the bell for the front door, telling Bucky he might as well step inside as you went to get your wallet.

“Are you hungry? I got pizza from Antonio’s. Have you tried them before?”

He thought about it and shook his head.

“Well sit down then and we can cross it off our list.” You smiled, turning around as you heard the muffled ding of the elevator from down the hall and waited at your front door for the delivery.

Bucky didn’t plan on spending his evening with you but he certainly didn’t mind the sudden change. He excused himself to go back to his apartment and turn off his lights. While there he cancelled plans with a girl named Rachel who would have been over sometime after midnight. She was cute but he really wasn’t feeling anything and truthfully between the lack of sleep he doesn’t have the energy to entertain her.

When Bucky came back you had the pizza set up on the table beside some plates and napkins. “Not sure what you wanted to drink,” you stated, opening your fridge and letting him choose what he wanted.

Together you settled down on your couch, with Bucky holding onto the beer as you raced up again to grab a coaster. He chuckled to himself as you bounced back beside him, taking a sip of the soda that you splashed with a little rum.

“See, it’s like I went out tonight,” you chuckled, raising your glass.

As Hocus Pocus ended you let him flip through the channels to find something to watch. There was an abundance of Halloween movies on and Bucky gasped when he found the perfect one.

“You’ve seen Psycho, right?” He smiled when you nodded. “Okay, but you haven’t seen it with me so you’re really in for a treat.”

Bucky sat up straighter, excited for the start of one of his favorite movies. It took less than ten seconds for him to start breaking things down to you, and not in a pretentious way you’ve been accustomed to by men before. Though you didn’t know Bucky for that long you could immediately see a change in him. His eyes lit up, filled with wonder as he began to describe the score.

“Right away we’re hit with unnerving music playing over the opening title sequence, with the text literally being dissected. It’s audiovisual foreshadowing in its most beautiful form. It really sets the tone for the film.”

All throughout the film Bucky would interject facts that you loved to hear, especially since every word was laced with passion.

“Have you noticed something?”

“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be noticing,” you said, smiling at him while grabbing another slice.

“The score. It’s all strings. It’s beautiful. You know piano might be my favorite to play but strings…” he sighed happily, “Those are my favorite to compose.”

As the movie continued you couldn’t help but glance over at Bucky, watching the way he would sometimes shut his eyes and listen to the score alone, his mouth tugging his lips into a content smile as he appreciated the music.

When the infamous shower scene came on Bucky tapped your arm, practically scrambling to talk about the score again.

“Herrmann designed the score in a way where the shrill notes of the strings represent the blade stabbing Marion even though you don’t see it. That’s the power of music.”

Bucky turned to the screen to watch the score play out over the scene and when it was over he suddenly remembered he was with you in your apartment and not back in college where his rants on music analysis were welcome.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, you probably just wanted to watch the movie and I’m ruining it because I can’t shut my damn mouth.” Fingers ran through his long hair as Bucky let out a stressful sigh.

“No, Bucky it’s okay really. I liked learning about that, it’s not something I ever really thought of before.” Your smile washed away his worries and Bucky thanked you for letting him ramble on.

When the movie ended you and Bucky continued to lounge on your couch, finding another one to watch. Feeling a chill run down your back you grabbed the fuzzy blanket and draped it across yourself, extending the material to Bucky in case he was also cold. With the comfort of the blanket and pizza filling your sated stomachs, neither you or Bucky realized you had ended your evening by falling asleep.

You awake with a groan, reaching your hand up to your neck as it stretches uncomfortably. Blinking your eyes a few times you noticed you weren’t in bed and your couch didn’t feel normal. Sitting up and stretching you finally cocked your head and realized why; you weren’t sleeping on a cushion.

Bucky was asleep on your couch in a half sitting up, half laying down, one-hundred percent uncomfortable position. It wasn’t unusual to have a man sleeping on your couch as Steve had crashed there in the past, and occasionally you had fallen asleep on him but Bucky was not Steve. Yet somehow it didn’t seem as awkward as it should have been. Maybe it was the way Bucky bared his musical heart last night but you felt like you understood him on a new level.

Quietly you got up from the couch, gently placing cups and dishes in the sink making sure they didn’t make a sound. You threw away whatever garbage was lying around, setting the pizza box aside and then finally made your way to the bathroom. You forgot to lock the door and hoped he wouldn’t wake up. Sleeping on Bucky was one thing but you’re not ready for him to burst through the door as you’re peeing.

“Shit. Did I fall asleep here?” Bucky rasped as he woke up not long after.

“Yeah it’s alright. How’s your neck?” you asked just as his face scrunched together while stretching.

“Not the best.” Bucky looked around, seeing your bed covers thrown in the same position he recalled from the night before. “D-did you sleep here too? I mean on the couch, I know this is your place,” he chuckled somewhat nervously.

“Yeah, sorry if your arm’s a little numb. I think I slept on it.” You grimaced as he shook the pins and needles feeling away.

“I feel terrible imposing like this. Let me make it up to you. Breakfast at my place? I make the best omelettes. Five stars, I promise.”

His head tilted down to reveal big, blue eyes that begged for forgiveness. You couldn’t say no if you tried.

“Sounds good Bucky.”

You agreed to come over in a half hour as Bucky wanted to take a shower to really wake himself up first. As the warm water sprayed against his aching muscles he frowned, wondering why he was upset at the momentary loss of your scent surrounding him. This was… weird and Bucky decided not to give it further thought, figuring it comes with the territory of having new friends.

Sunday’s were the only day you had for yourself; no work, no internship, just a full day you could spend however you wanted. Breakfast with Bucky was worth spending some of that time on. Not only were his omelettes as delicious as he said they would be but you really enjoyed his company, even after spending most of the night together.

“Steve you look amazing!”

You beamed as he walked into your apartment, twirling around slowly so you could get a good look at his Robin Hood costume. He set his bow down on your table, asking to help adjust the straps of his quiver containing his plastic arrows.

“So you think you’ll find your Maid Marian tonight?” you smirked, adjusting the hood attached to his green tunic.

Steve chuckled under his breath, ignoring you and quickly changing the topic. “You look heavenly,” he said teasingly.

You raised your palm, belting out an angelic sound as you looked up towards the large silver halo hanging above your head. For your Halloween costume you were going as an angel, wearing a long pleated white dress adorned with a sequined straps and feathery white wings that stuck out a few inches past your shoulders.

“My feet are going to kill me,” you stated, slipping into a pair of glittery platform pumps you haven’t worn since attending your friend Nakia’s wedding last year. “But it’ll be worth it.”

Wanda was dressing up as a devil, probably perfecting her scarlet lips as you speak. She was going to meet up directly at the bar along with Sam who would be coming straight from work. Clint and Natasha would be traveling with you and Steve, and Bucky… well he didn’t exactly RSVP for tonight’s hang out. He said he would try to be there and you hoped he would. It’s been a while since the whole group was together and you missed the fun of that dynamic.

A knock on your door had you clacking your heels against the wood floor as you stride across the room. Steve cocks his head at the immediate burst of laughter he heard.

“S-Steve...”

You’re barely able to get his name out as you walk further into your apartment, face tight with laughter and then he sees it... Clint’s costume. Steve’s head tips backwards immediately with laughter as his hand goes to his chest, unable to contain the sight in front of him.

Clint was dressed, or rather undressed as Princess Leia in her prisoner outfit. A green bra adorned with golden accents stretched across his pale chest and the skirt was cut high on his legs, revealing they had not seen the sun in years, or maybe ever. He wore cowboy boots to complete his look, twirling the gold chain that hung from the choker around his neck, grinning widely at Steve who could not catch his breath.

Natasha strode in behind him as the sexiest Han Solo you’ve ever seen in a simple white shirt and black vest, knee high boots over slim blue pants. They looked amazing together but Clint obviously won between the two.

Locking up you looked over towards Bucky’s door, debating for a moment to knock and see if he would come out. You hadn’t heard much noise through the wall so you let it go and headed towards the elevators with everyone.

“Wanda! What the fuck?!”

You stared at your best friend wearing a costume that was not what you had planned.

“Didn’t you get my text?” She tucked a freshly colored strand of hair behind her ears, a deep cherry red that make the white hat bearing the red nursing cross symbol of her costume stand out even more.

You shrugged off your bag to grab your phone and check, muttering under your breath how mad you would be at yourself if you missed her text.

“Wait, stop.” Wanda halted your actions as you held your phone. “I didn’t text you. I’m so sorry Y/N. I didn’t want you to be mad at me but I really wanted to go as a nurse.”

“Wan, I wouldn’t have been mad.”

“It’s just that Sam is coming from work and I thought it would be cute… to match him.” She tried to hide the blush that dusted her cheeks.

You teased her a bit more, asking if she and Sam are gonna actually do something other than flirt with each other.

“Well, maybe tonight we can change that.” She smiled, with a hopeful twinkle in her eye.

“I hope so. Sam would be a total ass if he didn’t make a move, just sayin’”

“Speaking of asses, Clint’s is hanging out!” She pointed towards him laughing, “I cannot believe he wore that!”

The night was fun as you danced and drank with the girls. Sam arrived later than you expected but Wanda lit up like a Christmas tree. He wore blue scrubs (a fresh pair thankfully as he began to describe a trauma that came in earlier) and he was equally surprised to see her costume.

“If you came in lookin’ like that we would have had to put a lot of people on life support!”

Wanda and Sam went to get a drink together leaving you and Natasha alone to dance. Clint was sitting in a booth and you scanned the room for Steve who you thought was with him.

“Oh my god!”

You turned Natasha around, to point at Steve in the corner talking to a beautiful Daenerys Targaryen. You had seen a few of them tonight already, some wearing the blue and gold dress from Qarth and another as Daenerys if she were a White Walker, but this one caught your eye.

She was shorter than Steve but stood tall holding her shoulders back. There was something regal about her and not just because she was dressed as the Mother of Dragons determined to finally set sail to Westeros. You couldn’t hear their conversation but you could tell that Steve was hooked on every word, captivated by the way she spoke, watching him look to the floor with embarrassment after she flashed her smile at him.

A woman with short blonde hair dressed as Cersei Lannister came up to them, handing Daenerys, who was obviously her friend, a drink. Steve politely introduced himself, though it was clear he only had eyes for his Khaleesi.

“What’re we looking at?”

The hot breath of a voice tickled your bare shoulders and you turned ever so slightly to find Bucky’s face right beside you.

“You made it!” you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around Bucky for a hug and he was careful of your wings as he returned the gesture.

“Hey neighbor, or uh neighbors,” he laughed at himself greeting Natasha. “Why are you staring at Steve?”

“‘Cause I think he’s actually flirting with someone for the first time in over a year!”

Bucky smiled as he saw how happy you were for Steve. You had a big heart and it was one of the reasons Bucky really liked you– your friendship, he corrected his inner thoughts.

Natasha walked back to sit beside Clint leaving you and Bucky together. You finally take a look at his costume; a black leather jacket and white t-shirt, cuffed jeans and high top Converse sneakers. His hair was slicked back and pulled into a bun, not the right length to really style as Danny Zuko but everything else made it obvious.

You followed him as he went to the bar to get a drink and got yourself another. He raised his voice over the loud music, “So how many people have asked if it hurt when you fell from Heaven?”

“Surprisingly not too many. But someone did grab my hand and said they were ‘touched by an angel.’”

Bucky scowled. “Who grabbed you?” He started looking around the bar, flaring his nostrils as he scanned the room, as if he would magically be able to tell.

You placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him. “It’s okay, Steve and Clint took care of it. I think Clint scared the guy more to be honest.”

A smile cracked on Bucky’s face again. “He’s pretty brave. You wouldn’t catch me in that.”

“No you look like more of a Luke to me, like literally you kind of look like a young Mark Hamill.” You smiled as Bucky laughed, protesting your claim. “No it’s true. If your hair was shorter I could totally see you pull off an awesome Luke Skywalker.”

“Cut my hair? Hmm, I don’t think so.” He shook his head quickly.

The two of you went to the table with Natasha and Clint and the four of you were soon joined by Steve, whose eyes might as well have been in the shape of hearts by the expression he couldn’t shake.

“What’s her name?” Clint cooed, leaning his elbows on the table and resting his hands under his chin.

A deep smile spread across Steve’s face as he slouched into the chair, his body becoming jelly at the sound of her name leaving his lips. “Peggy. Peggy Carter. Agent Carter actually.”

Peggy was a British Intelligence Agent who worked at the Consulate in New York. Steve looked over her contact information on his phone and even though she was a few feet away from him he couldn’t wait to see her again. He had taken enough of her time away from her friends, Carol, the Cersei who he just met, and the group they were supposed to have joined though Steve and Peggy’s extended conversation kept her occupied.

“Those might as well be Cupid’s arrows huh, Robin Hood!” you teased.

Natasha smirked, “Speaking of Cupid…” She directed everyone’s attention to Sam and Wanda having a full on makeout session in the middle of the dance floor.

Clint roared loudly at them which they may not have heard over the music, but either way it didn’t seem like anything would stop their lips from separating, even the need for air. At least Sam was a doctor, he’ll know what to do.

Everyone seemed to break up into groups. Sam and Wanda were still inseparable, Clint was with Natasha posing for pictures, Steve met up with Peggy again and you couldn’t be mad about that, which left you and Bucky alone.

It was nice to catch up with him again. Between developing programs for The September Foundation and interning at the hospital and Bucky working to meet a deadline you hadn’t seen much of each other in the last week.

“Must be fun though,” he commented, while discussing your new duties at Stark Industries.

“Maybe it would be if I wasn’t so intimidated,” you half-joked, laughing before you took a sip of your drink. “I’m surrounded by– ”

“Buuuccckkkkyyyyy!”

The familiar sound of a woman whining his name interrupted you. A creepy tingle ran down your spine as you remembered where you’ve heard that exact whine before– through the walls.

A redhead wearing hardly anything runs up to Bucky and clearly they have been well acquainted before. She ignores your presence completely as she wraps her arms around him for a hug, pulling him away from you. In doing so you missed the uncomfortable look on Bucky’s face.

“Dot. I didn’t know you would be here.”

“Same. If you told me we coulda matched Buck. I’d be the Sandy to your Danny.” She lifted her chest, pushing her breasts out even more than they already were.

“And what are you supposed to be?” Bucky wondered out loud, looking up and down at the lingerie she was wearing.

Dot scoffed. “I’m the witch from Hocus Pocus.”

Bucky sort of saw it; the purple lace up corset and sheer skirt, cut specifically to show more skin, with the lacy green robe. Her red curls were sort of shaped into Winifred Sanderson’s similar hairstyle but Dot specifically let a few tresses fall beside her face.

“I put a spell on you and now you’re mine!”

She sang every note off key and Bucky tried to stop his face from looking like he was going to throw up. It was nothing like the way you sounded that night you were singing carefree in your apartment. Bucky turned around to plead with you and help him get rid of this girl but you were nowhere to be found.

With Bucky’s attention clearly taken you decided to get another drink and there you ran into Bruce. You knew him from work as one of Tony Stark’s top scientists. You had run into during the R&D meetings you attended with Maria but tonight he looked great as Doc Brown from Back to the Future.

“Some of us science bros wanted to dress up accordingly,” he chuckled softly, pointing out his friends dressed as other famous fictional scientists, Dr. Frankenstein and a mashup of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde.

“That’s amazing!” you laughed, beaming a wide smile that caught Bucky’s attention from across the bar.

You looked really happy while talking to that guy and Bucky didn’t want to interrupt. Just like Steve, he knew you hadn’t given yourself much time in the past to meet someone so if this was your night to get lucky he didn’t want to take that away from you, even if he would much prefer to continue hanging out. Dot grinded against him and Bucky let her, leaving shortly after as she made some bad comment about “riding his broom.”

After speaking with Bruce you caught up with everyone who seemed ready to go home.

“Where’s Bucky?” you asked, looking around for him.

“I think he left with some girl,” Sam said, half paying attention, giggling as Wanda wiped some of her lipstick off of him.

“Oh,” you said, deflated.

Walking out of the bar you draped your jacket across your shoulders and protruding wings, wondering why you felt so hurt that Bucky hadn’t said goodbye. It was rude but you don’t know what you expected.

Before you even knew Bucky you knew this is what he was like, sleeping with half of New York so you shouldn’t be surprised. Yet when you got home, just before getting into bed you stared silently at the wall you shared, feeling a single tear slip down your cheek.

PART 9

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sluttyten · 5 years ago

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sweet like honey || part ii.

sweet like honey || part i

summary: you haven’t been able to stop thinking about another guy joining you in bed with johnny and seonghwa. there are so many choices, but in the end there’s only one that works out.

length: 17,755

tags: smut, threesome, foursome, daddy kink, slight cuckoldry?, blowjobs, more kinky stuff

It’s a very happy thing to be caught between and taken care of by two very handsome men. Johnny and Seonghwa make you happy. And it’s not that they’re not enough for you because they certainly are, but ever since that first night that you had the pair of them together, something that was said has stuck with you.

The hint or suggestion or idea of what it would be like to have a third man in bed with you.

For weeks later, your mind reeled with that thought. Every time one of them touched you. Every time you were at work, personally working with a boy group or any male idol, you analyzed every single moment and wondered what it would be like to invite the member in each group that you were most attracted to.

When you spent a part of a day with Seventeen, you felt drawn to Myungho and Wonwoo, Mingyu, and Joshua. All four of them (well, the whole group really) were attractive, and those four attracted you in various ways that had you falling into bed with Seonghwa and Johnny that night to tell them about the fantasies your mind had concocted.

There was a day you were with Stray Kids, and Bang Chan’s gaze lingered a moment longer than the rest of the guys. You’d heard how his fans liked when he said “baby girl” and you’d even seen the clips a few times, and in those few seconds his gaze lingered, you heard his voice in your mind, that beautiful accent making “baby girl” sound so sexy.

Another day, you teased Seonghwa by asking him if he had any idea if San or Yunho would be interested in joining you in bed. That pissed him off enough that by the time you left your legs wobbled from the overstimulation, and your thighs were marked up with bruises from his mouth, and you were so pleased that you didn’t want to leave his bed except that you had work in the morning and his roommate was coming back soon.

For a brief hour, you’d seriously considered whether Got7′s Jinyoung would be a good choice. He smelled amazing and looked stunning. Same thing with Monsta X’s I.M. He was handsome and funny when you were showing them to the stage, and you caught him and Shownu looking at you more than once.

Once you briefly entertained Johnny by guiding his hand between your legs and whispering to him about a dream you’d had featuring him and Jaehyun after you’d gone with Johnny and him to the gym. “His muscles, Johnny,” You moaned as his fingers curled inside you, and still you whispered, “Imagine fucking me with him.” And he’d played along, amused by you for the time being, but afterwards he shut it down. There would be none of his members joining you in bed.

There were many male idols you considered and let your imagination run wild with. But eventually you would have to decide on one who you could easily imagine filling you up with Johnny and Seonghwa.

“Your dirty imagination is going to get you into trouble one of these days.” Johnny told you, stroking your hair as Seonghwa penetrated you from the back.

You loved the nights that you could have them together, when they could excuse themselves from their dorms and come over to your place. Although you absolutely loved having alone time with either of them, there was nothing that quite compared to having them both at the same time. It often led to Seonghwa whispering dirty names in your ear, Johnny moaning and calling you his little whore. You loved how filthy they made you feel.

Seonghwa bottomed out, pushing you higher in Johnny’s lap. He reached around to cup one of your tits. “You’re only a naughty girl for us, aren’t you, kitten?”

Their kitten, their sweetheart, their sweet sugar baby.

Multiple times now they’ve both offered to keep you comfortable if you leave your job. But you love the work too much. And, not that you would admit it to either of them, but you don’t put enough faith in this semblance of a relationship to quit your job and solely rely on their money to keep you in your home with food on the table. There was still no real name put to this. They didn’t call you a girlfriend, you didn’t call them your boyfriends.

So when the day came that you were at work, rushing to arrive on time due to horrible traffic, you came skidding through the mist, the rain dampening your hair to your face, soaking through your sleeves, and when you ran down the hallway, your shoes squeaked and slid over the floor.

You were so focused on wiping the rain from your eyes, trying to sort out your hair, that you weren’t actually watching where you were going, and you went crashing through a group as they sleepily shuffled into their waiting room.

Three of the guys scattered, two of them reached to steady you. All of them made alarmed noises.

“I’m so sorry!” You apologized, reaching back to the hands that reached for you. “I’m so sorry! Sorry!” You bowed apologetically and then hurried away, feeling embarrassed as you rushed down the hall to find your boss and learn who you were going to be in charge of for the day.

You find yourself returning to the scene you had just fled from moments before, although this time you had yourself somewhat sorted out and the earpiece in your ear had the voices of your coworkers buzzing through it occasionally. You slipped through the door of the dressing room, bowing and greeting them all kindly.

“Hello, Pentagon members and staff.” You introduced yourself, laid down the rules, the parameters of your job for them today. You internally prayed that none of them recognized you as the girl who’d barreled into them not so long ago.

But no sooner have you finished speaking than Wooseok, the tallest member of the group, gives you a strange look and says, “Didn’t you just try to run us over in the hallway? And now you’re taking care of us today? Should we really trust you to do that?”

You blushed.

Fighting through your embarrassment, you smile and answer, “That was before I had my coffee. You’re in good hands now, I promise.”

That seemed to satisfy him for the moment. He smiled at you. His warm, dark eyes lingered on you for a moment before he looked back at the stylist who was trying to work with his hair.

You took the moment to check your phone.

There was still a bit of time before you had to worry about getting them to the stage for their rehearsal. You looked around at them, counting heads, running over their names and faces that you had on the sheet of paper on your clipboard. Your gaze returned to the photo of Wooseok on the paper then the Wooseok sitting across the room from you.

He was handsome. Tall, big, strong looking. Just your type.

Your phone buzzed in your hand. A message from Seonghwa appeared on the screen. Two hearts and a sweet “good morning sweetheart”.

You smiled as you typed out a response. Just as you hit send and move to tuck your phone away, a voice asks, “Your boyfriend?”

Wooseok is standing closer to you now, leaning over as he digs through a bag on the floor.

“What?”

“Was that your boyfriend you were just texting? A smile like that must be for someone special.” He straightens up, and you hold your breath for a second, taking in the size of him. He’s tall, and this close to you, you feel small and a little flame hops to life in your belly.

You shake your head. “Not a boyfriend.”

“Husband?” Wooseok asks, trying to hide a crestfallen tone. When you shake your head to the negative for that too, he brightens somewhat and turns away. “Interesting.”

You try to hold back a smile. He’s interested. You’re interested.

The next step is to message your other two boys. Though you suspect Johnny’s not awake yet, you send your message to them both in the same chat. It’s not that you’re necessarily asking them for permission to pursue this thing with Wooseok, but that’s sort of exactly what you’re doing. You want their feedback, their input on who joins you in bed.

And you do hope that if Wooseok is genuinely interested in you, he’d be interested in sharing you with Johnny and Seonghwa. Just for one time.

Back when you addressed this little fantasy, whispering it to the boys a few days after that first time, you’d all talked it over and decided that it could be something you’d try. But only just once.

“It’s hard enough sharing you with Johnny,” Seonghwa said, pushing the older man’s hand from where he’d reached to fondle your chest. “I don’t need another horny asshole trying to steal you from me all the time.” To which you’d just laughed and pushed him onto his back so you could sit on him and kiss him.

Seonghwa responds in a timely fashion, just a simple, “Whatever you want, you know I’m good with.”

Johnny doesn’t respond until two hours later as you’re leading Pentagon toward the stage. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and when you check the message, all Johnny had to say was: “you do have a size kink don’t you, sweet girl?”

And God. Yeah, you do. But you didn’t expect him to call you out on it like that.

Before you can put your phone away, another message comes through from him. “If you want him, see if he wants this. I’m down for whatever if Seonghwa is.”

There’s your all-clear.

You step aside and gesture toward the stage for the members, smiling and waiting for them to pass by. Wooseok is the last, fidgeting with his stage outfit, the in-ear, his hair. He pauses beside you, giving you a sideways look.

Cautiously, you reach out, tug lightly on the vest he’s wearing for the performance, just trying to straighten it a bit. “You look great. Good luck up there.”

Wooseok gives you a lingering look, and then climbs the stairs to the stage to join the rest of his members.

Back at their dressing room afterwards, you stand outside the door. You have no reason to be with them anymore. You’ve fulfilled your role for the day, and now all that’s left is heading back into the small office to talk with your boss before you leave, but you find yourself hanging around outside, hoping for one more chance to talk to Wooseok. You’re not sure how to broach the subject with him. With Seonghwa and Johnny it was easy, they slipped you their numbers and things developed from there.

The door opens, catching you by surprise.

Wooseok steps out, and when he spots you still standing there, he grins. “I was hoping to see you again before we leave. About earlier, when I was asking you about your boyfriend, I was only asking because I was wondering if you’d like to...”

You cut him off. “Full disclosure, I am sort of seeing two guys too, but yes, I would like to hang out with you.”

Wooseok pauses, looks around, glances back through the door into the dressing room and then lets it fall closed. He steps closer to you, and part of you wants to take a step back, but you don’t. You just look all the way up at his face.

“Oh. Two guys?” He asks. You nod, waiting. “And is it serious?”

“Yes and no. They know about each other. And it’s been like two months with both of them, but I’m not a girlfriend for either of them.” Your stomach twists a little. This somehow feels like you’re being dishonest, although nothing you’ve said is a lie.

Wooseok nods, his face giving away nothing of what he’s thinking. Until finally he says, “Okay. Well, I don’t mind that. I’m not really looking for anything serious either.” His voice dips lower as a dressing room farther along the hall opens and another group and their staff come pouring out. “My group has a history with trying to do relationships, you know?”

You do. You remember that drama surrounding Hyuna and Hyojong’s relationship coming to light.

“Are you just looking for something, like....” Your gaze drops, sliding down his body to the front of his pants. “Or, like just a casual more kind of friendly relationship?”

Wooseok glances away, his cheeks ever-so-faintly pink as he tells you, “Less of a friendly relationship. Oh my God.” He covers his face with his hands. “I can’t believe I’m just like, discussing this out in the hallway. With you. I just met you this morning, but you’re really pretty, like my ideal type.”

Now it’s your turn to blush again. “Well, Jung Wooseok, I think we should talk some more about this. Maybe in private next time?” You pass him your phone quickly and subtly, and he enters in his information for you to message him. “See you around.”

He nods, slipping back into the dressing room. “See you.”

Jung Wooseok does not disappoint. The gentle giant that he is, he is so tender with you when you make out on your sofa. He lifts you into his lap. Buttery soft moans slip from his lips when you grind on him, clutching his shirt and making your own needy noises.

He’s not too experienced. He fumbles a bit while undressing you and he doesn’t last long enough to get you to orgasm too, but he makes up for it with his fingers inside you, his mouth on your nipples. He’s gentle and good to you, so caring and soft. Incredibly soft when you run your fingers through his hair, he closes his eyes and sucks at your breast, his fingers stroking smoothly inside you until your legs curl up, closing around his hand. And he holds you, laughs as you whine when he keeps fingering you, and then he kisses your forehead.

You’d told him already that this wasn’t going to be able to be a continuous fuckbuddy kind of relationship.

“I have my two other guys. They’re possessive.” You tell him afterwards as Wooseok is getting dressed again on the edge of your bed.

“Do they know about me?” Wooseok asks, a strange hard edge to his voice.

You nod silently. Wooseok has to turn to see the answer from you, and when he does, he immediately turns away again. You scoot closer. “But Wooseok, can I tell you something?” He doesn’t give you an answer one way or the other, so you say, “They’re very possessive. Like, they share me. Together. And it’s not really as casual as I think I may have led you to believe.”

With that he turns to look more sharply at you, his brows drawn together, his discerning gaze scanning your face. “What do you mean by that?”

You take a deep breath. “With them it started out like with us. Like, very similar with us, but back then I didn’t mean it to.” You sigh, nibble at your lip nervously before admitting to him, “They’re also both idols. But both of them approached me, it’s not like I’m chasing male idols down to bed them or anything like that. But they approached me almost at the same time, and I said yes to both of them, and then they found out about each other and then we just sort of started hooking up together more than apart. And they mentioned something once about sharing me with another guy, just for one night. I spent weeks looking for another guy, and I swear, Wooseok, you’re the first one that I thought would be a good fit.”

He looks at you suspiciously.

“And you are a good fit. You make me feel so good, and you’re so big.” You feel warm just thinking about the all over size of him again, the feel of him over you like you’re so small. “So, I’m trying to ask you if you’d like to do that? Be the third guy?”

Wooseok looks you over for a long moment, and then he looks away, stands up from the edge of the bed and finishes dressing. You watch him fumble a bit as he fastens his pants, his hands trembling slightly. He shakes his head. “I don’t think I can do that. I’m sure it’s good for you, and if that’s what you’re into then more power to you. Having multiple guys wrapped around your finger like that must be nice. That’s just not something I’m into. I’m more of a traditional one guy, one girl kind of guy, I think.”

He finishes dressing. You pretend like your heart isn’t sinking. You walk him toward the door, and before he leave you stretch up on your toes and kiss him once again. His hand slides around, large palm and fingers spreading over the small of your back.

“I had fun tonight.” Wooseok tells you. “If you ever change your mind and you want me back in your bed. Just me and you. Let me know.”

“Sorry it didn’t work out.” Johnny says around the spoon in his mouth.

You’re sitting together cross-legged on the floor of the practice room where he’s just finished practice with his other members. They’ve all left to go grab something to eat, but Johnny invited you to meet up with him, so now here you sit, eating cups of yogurt, sandwiches, and a coffee you brought him.

You shrug. “It’s okay. I’m not gonna force this. And he was okay, made me feel good enough, but I think it was his size more than talent. He was really gentle with me too, not dominant like you two.”

“So is the search starting again? Gonna find another guy to tempt into your bed for a trial run before you bring him to the real deal?” Johnny leans back on his hands to look at you. “Have you told Seonghwa that you fucked him?”

“No, he’s overseas right now. I’m not going to bother him with this, but I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear that it’s not going to work out. He didn’t seem too supportive of my choice.”

Johnny shakes his foot, tapping it against your leg. “He’ll support whatever you want. You’ve got him fully under you spell, baby.”

“Oh yeah?”

He nods.

“And what about you? Do I have you under my spell, Johnny Suh?” You sit up, crawl forward until you’re straddling his lap. “Are you telling me that you wouldn’t support me with whatever I want? If I told you that I want you to sit by and watch while I fuck the next big, muscled, handsome idol that I see, you wouldn’t do it?”

“I would. But only because I want to see that. Don’t forget who’s in charge, baby.” Johnny puts a hand on your ass, leans in until his lips are half an inch from yours.

The door opens, and you both jerk and turn to look. You almost fall off of Johnny’s lap, but then you’re looking at Chanyeol who just walked into the room with Sehun beside him, both of them looking at you and Johnny tangled there on the floor.

“Hey, hyungs.” Johnny smiles, waving awkwardly. You scramble to untangle yourself, face flaming as you greet the two of them. “Perfect timing. She was just telling me--”

You slap your hand over Johnny’s mouth before he can say another word, but he frowns at you, takes your wrist, and pulls your hand away. Although both Chanyeol and Sehun would fit the description that you just gave Johnny, you don’t want him to tell them that.

“She was just telling me,” Johnny repeats, looking you in the eye as he says, “How big of an EXO fan she was before she met me. Go on, baby, tell them.”

You know you’re obviously blushing as you look at the two men still frozen in the doorway. “I was-- I am a big fan of EXO. All of you, everything you do, you’re all amazing.”

They thank you, and when Johnny teasingly suggests that you should take a picture with them, you slap his arm. He takes your wrist in his hands, then tells his sunbaes, “We’re leaving if you wanted the room. Sorry.”

That was awkward and you run from the room as soon as you can, Johnny trailing behind you as he chats with Sehun for a moment. You try to catch your imagination before it runs away from you, making a fantasy where Chanyeol pins you to the wall of mirrors in that room and fucks you while Johnny watches.

You don’t talk to him as you exit the building, and it’s only when you’re halfway to your place that Johnny finally breaks the silence. “Did you really think I was going to tell them right there that you told me you would fuck the next guy you saw that exactly fits their descriptions? I’m not trying to let everyone I know think that I like being cuckolded.”

“Oh my God, you’re not being cuckolded!”

A week later with Seonghwa still gone and Johnny busy, it was difficult to run it by them when you found another eager idol.

Changkyun of Monsta X had flirted with you in the past, smiling and making jokes and very obviously checking you out. And then he’s back, laughing loudly with his head thrown back, arms over the back of the seats to either side of him, his legs spread invitingly as he then looks at you, cocking his head a bit to the side.

You would be lying if you said the way he looked at you didn’t make you wet. He looked so cocky and hot, like he wanted you.

Your boss had instructed you that Monsta X was going to participate in a skit, that you were to lead them to the smaller shooting studio. The members chat among themselves on the way there, you talk with one of your coworkers, and it’s not until they’re halfway finished shooting that your coworker nudges you.

“I.M. keeps looking at you.” She whispers, hiding her smile behind her hand.

“Maybe he’s looking at you.” You cross your legs, try to ignore the throbbing want between them.

She swats at you. “Yeah, that’s not it. He’s definitely looking at you. He’s been looking at you since the moment we walked into their waiting room.”

And he definitely is checking you out.

When you can take a moment away from the set, you step out and call Johnny, just wanting to hear his voice, wanting to hear him say it’s okay for you to want Changkyun. You can’t call Seonghwa about it. If your math is right, then he’s either on stage, about to be on stage, or just getting off stage on the other side of the planet. You’re also not trying to run up your phone bill by calling all the way over there to him.

Johnny answers after a few long rings, and you whisper your thoughts to him.

He just laughs. “Remember back when I thought you were mine?”

You just whine exasperatedly. “Johnny. Come on.”

“I know, you’re horny, baby girl. Neither of us have been around to play with you, and now you’ve got another man wrapped up in your spell.” Johnny lowers his voice. “I’ve never heard anything negative about him, so if you want to, then go for it. Are you going to keep us a secret from him too? Isn’t that what ruined it with Wooseok?”

“Do you want me to tell him about you two?” You cover your mouth and whisper as a team passes by.

“Tell him our plan. Don’t tell him our names until he tells you yes.” Johnny says, “Be a good girl for him, yeah?”

He doesn’t have to tell you that. You’re always a good girl. You end the call a moment later as your coworker pops her head out to tell you to come back inside.

The group has a bit of down time between finishing this and when they need to go to the stage, so when your coworker begins leading the group back to their waiting room, you linger at the back of the group and Changkyun stands beside you. His arm brushes yours, and you look up at him.

There’s not truly an exchange of words, just looks passed between you both, and needy throbbing pulse when his fingers touch your wrist. You take his arm and pull him away from the group.

It’s very risky to do this where you work while you’re meant to be working, while you’re meant to be escorting him back to his waiting room with his group.

But he seems just as into it as you are.

There’s an empty waiting room, unused today, and you push the door open, flip on the lights, and drag Changkyun in behind you. He pins you against the door, and his lips press hot to yours. You cling to his neck, curling your fingers against the little hairs brushing the back of his neck.

His hands dip into the waistband of your pants, tugging your shirt free so he can get his fingers on your warm skin.

You moan, but push at his shoulders lightly to get him to back off for a breath. He does, but only to kiss down your throat, licking a hot stripe over your exposed collarbone.

“Do you want me?” He murmurs, and his fingers on your skin slip south, teasing at the elastic of your panties. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you when we came here, and the way you’ve been looking at me all day. Shit, pretty girl, I don’t even know your name, but you’ve got me so hard.” Changkyun grinds forward so you can feel his erection against your hip.

You whisper your name, barely able to even summon your voice to do that as his fingers push into your panties, sliding right down into your wet heat. You shift your hips forward into his touch, roll your head back against the door. You clear your throat and repeat you name. “That’s my name. But, uh, before--” Your words cut off with a moan as he plays with your clit, but you swallow it down and force the words out. “I should tell you, I am sort of seeing, uh, two other guys. I’m only here because they want....”

“Want what?” Changkyun mouths at the sensitive spot just beneath your jaw. You feel like putty melting at his touch, liquid in his hands. “They want you to be fucked properly? Look how wet you are for me and I’ve barely touched you, pretty girl. So wet and naughty, coming along with me to let me touch you when we’re both supposed to be working. This is what your boyfriends want?”

You shake your head, gasp for breath as he slides one finger inside you. “They want someone to join us in bed.” You feel so flushed, both from the things he’s doing to you and also because of what you’re telling him. You’re nearly strangers, but here you are letting him finger you in a waiting room and pleading for him to come fuck you along with Seonghwa and Johnny.

“Bet you’d look so pretty with your lips stretched around a cock, getting fucked from behind.” He drags one thumb over your bottom lip, and your mouth falls open just a little, and Changkyun takes that as an invitation to touch the pad of his thumb to your tongue. You close your lips around him and suck, meeting his gaze and holding it as you suck and lave your tongue over the digit. “Shit, do they know what they’re offering up? Giving you free rein to fuck any idol that wants to? Don’t they know they’re going to lose you to someone hotter, richer than them?”

“They’re idols too.” His thumb falls from your lips, dropping down to massage your breasts through your top. His damp thumb rubs circles over your nipple, and you press your chest into his touch, grind down on his fingers inside you.

Changkyun frowns at that, but it vanishes from his face a second later, replaced instead with a cocky smirk. He drags his fingers from your pussy and steps back, leaving you cold and hornier than before, but he takes hold of your hand and leads you over to a sofa against the wall.

When he sits down, his legs are spread wide apart, his bulge straining against the front of his pants.

“They must not fuck you right for you to need three men warming your bed, pretty girl.” Changkyun tugs you down into his lap. “Maybe you need a real man to fuck your drenched cunt. If I fuck you, you might not want to go back to him.”

His confidence is over the top. You want to tell him that Seonghwa and Johnny have satisfied you more than anyone else ever has, but instead you keep your mouth shut, just wanting him to make you cum now. You proposed your invitation, and it’s up to him to accept or not, though it’s really beginning to sound like he has no intention of joining in, just bragging on himself and thinking he can steal you away. Which maybe, if the relationship with them was newer, he would’ve stood a chance, but this is months in the making now and you love having Seonghwa and Johnny inside you. Changkyun would have to have some bomb ass dick to sway you from them.

You pull his mouth back to yours, grinding down on his erection.

You feel your phone buzz in your back pocket, and Changkyun smiles into the kiss, his hand moving to your ass and he pulls your phone out to look at the notification.

“Johnny, huh? Is that one of your boyfriends, pretty girl?” He drops your phone to the side.

A heavy weight falls into your stomach, and suddenly you can taste guilt on your tongue. You glance over at your phone once then again, and when Changkyun grabs you by the chin to turn your attention to him again, you find that you’re no longer as turned on as before. Not even close.

You shake your head and close your eyes. His lips brush your throat.

“Stop. I can’t do this.”

You push his hands away, and Changkyun falls back easily, letting you slip off his lap and scoop up your phone. It’s just a short message with a photo. “Be a good girl” and a mirror selfie with his large hand spread over his thigh.

“Are you really leaving me like this?” Changkyun asks, gesturing to the bulge in the front of his pants.

You’re not sure where this guilt truly came from. You had been enjoying yourself with his tongue in your mouth, his hands on your body, but just that simple reminder of Johnny had put you off.

You shake your head at him again. “Sorry, I can’t.”

The way that he drops his head back with a groan, his hand sliding into his lap to cup his bulge, it sends another pulse of guilt through you.

“But, if you want, I guess... I could give you a hand?” You offer half-heartedly.

Changkyun jerks his head. “No, I’m not gonna make you do that. I just need a few minutes, then I’ll head back to the waiting room. Don’t worry, I know the way so you don’t have to wait for me.” You hover there for another few seconds as his fingers work at the button of his pants, and then he looks back over at you again. In the gentlest voice you’ve heard from him yet, he says, “Seriously, I understand. Don’t stand there looking at me like that, like you’re worried about hurting my feelings or anything. Go, before they all get suspicious.”

So you leave, slipping through the door and escaping back toward his group’s waiting room.

You’re halfway there when the guilt swamps you again and the tingle of hot tears builds in your eyes. You grab your phone again and dial Johnny’s number. As it rings, the guilt gnaws at your insides. You really did that, almost fucked Changkyun at work without Johnny or Seonghwa truly giving you any form of a go-ahead to mess around with someone without them.

Your tears spill out, and you sink to the floor of the hallway in a crouch, trying to hold yourself together as you cry like you haven’t in ages.

He picks up a moment later, sounding out of breath when he says, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Johnny, I’m sorry.” You hiccup, breathing raggedly through the tears.

His breathless greeting turns quickly to panic, as he asks, “Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You wipe at your foolish tears. “I’m fine. I’m sorry. I didn’t let him fuck me, but I’m sorry still. I feel bad and gross for doing this without you two. And he kept saying things like he was going to steal me away from you two.” You sniffle and feel more warm tears spilling from your eyes.

“It’s alright, baby girl. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nod your head, press the phone more against your ear, cradling it against your cheek as if it can give you the same comfort as having him there with you. “Please don’t tell Seonghwa about this, though. He doesn’t need to know. It was a mistake.”

“Do you still want what we’ve been talking about? Or is this the end of that?”

You do still want it, you think. But no more doing this without either of them. It feels like a betrayal of sorts to cut them out. “I still want it, but only with you and him there. If neither of you are there, it just feels wrong.”

Johnny hums pleasantly in agreement before his tone dips more towards that deeper dominant tone that you love so much. “That’s good, baby. You know why?”

“Because I’m yours.”

“That’s right. Now wipe your tears, clean yourself up, and get back to work, sweetheart. You were a good girl today. I’ll call you again later when you’re off and when I’m finished for the day. We’ll talk some more, okay?”

And it is okay. Johnny’s voice helped you clear your mind, so you stand up, wipe your palms over your cheeks, and you step into the toilet for a moment to splash your face with some cool water, take some deep breaths, and go back to work like the events of the last fifteen minutes hadn’t happened at all.

Seonghwa was lounging on your bed, hands behind his head while you rested your head on his chest. He’d only been home for a few days, and finally he was given a day off, so he came straight to you. You’d still been asleep when he snuck into your bed, his hands sliding over your bare skin, lips caressing your shoulder.

That had been hours ago.

You’d fallen back asleep together again, snuggled together. You nuzzle you’re face against the fabric of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin radiating through. “I missed you,” you mumble.

“I’m sure you did, kitten. Did Johnny not pay enough attention to you while I was away?” He strokes your hair, and you tilt your head back to look at him. He taps your nose with one finger. “I think he must not have if you had to go tangle yourself up with that tall guy from Pentagon, or lusting after IM.” He tuts. “You were quite the little slut while I was away.”

You sit up so quickly the room spins as you try to focus on him. “Seonghwa—“

“Don’t try to deny it, kitten.” He sits up as well, pushing his hair back from his face. “I know all about it. Johnny told me how you went ahead and fucked him, how you had to have him even though he didn’t want to be involved with us.” Seonghwa shakes his head in disapproval, then says, “You really are a little slut, aren’t you? I thought it was just for Johnny and I, but you’re giving it out to anyone else who looks your way, aren’t you?”

You shake your head, twist your fingers in his shirt, and can’t wipe away the pout on your lips. “Seonghwa, no. I’m sorry. Please, I’m a good girl. I’m just for you and Johnny.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Daddy, I’m sorry.” You whimper, apologetic and ashamed, but also very turned on by his anger. It’s not like he’s really genuinely angry with you. You’ve seen him like that once after a sasaeng leapt at one of the other members at the airport. He’d been terrifying. He didn’t scare you like this right now.

“Daddy, I’m sorry.” You try to kiss him, but he turns his head at the last second so your lips only skim his cheek. “I’m yours, Seonghwa.”

His hands dig into your thighs when he drags you up into his lap. “Don’t play that game with me. I’m not Johnny. I don’t care about that possessive ‘tell me you’re mine’ shit. I just can’t believe you fucked Wooseok behind our backs. Then tried it again with IM a week later. It would be one thing if you’d asked us first, run it by us that you were planning on taking them for a test ride, but you didn’t. And I had to find out from Johnny, sweetheart. I thought you told me everything?”

Usually you did. You’d told him about your sexual relationship with Johnny nearly from the start; spilling the sordid details for him to get off to with you. Even after they knew about each other, Seonghwa still liked you to tell him about what you and Johnny did when he wasn’t around. He liked when you told him about your dreams, both the sexual and non-sexual. You talked to him about work, about family and friends, about the random thoughts that were just silly or dumb. You did talk to him about pretty much everything.

But somehow Wooseok had felt a little bit like a betrayal. IM had felt a lot like betrayal, and you couldn’t bring yourself to talk about either of those with him. Maybe you’d had a feeling deep down (so deep that you hadn’t really realized you felt it) that Wooseok only wanted you and not all the rest, so you’d kept it secret from them. But at least Changkyun had seemed somewhat interested in the prospect of your other two beaus.

“I won’t do it again.” You promise Seonghwa now. “It’s only you, me, and Johnny from here.”

Seonghwa’s fingers rub distracting circles on your thighs. “Oh? So you don’t still want that third guy in bed with us?” You squirm in his lap until he pinches you lightly. “Because Johnny and I were also discussing that, and maybe we should introduce you to some guys that we think would be interested. Would you like that?”

Of course you would.

You nod eagerly. Perhaps too eagerly.

Seonghwa flips you over onto your back. He rolls his hips against yours, kisses at your neck, and groans. “I really did miss you too, kitten. You wanna show me what a good girl you can be?” You nod once more. Seonghwa smiles, and says, “Don’t cum until I tell you to.”

His fingers dance up under the hem of your sleep shorts, and when he reaches the apex of your thighs, he finds you bare and wet, warm and ready for his touch. You shift your hips toward his fingers, but he pulls back to swat at the side of your hip as a reprimand.

“Stay still too.”

Seonghwa works your shorts down your legs, and you flick them off to the side, before he’s parting your legs, sliding into the space between them, licking languidly over your pussy, sucking your clit between his lips.

“Missed eating you out. Did you miss me too?” He mumbles as he places scattered kisses over your inner thighs. “Maybe I should teach Johnny to improve his head game, would you like that?”

You would love to see that. Both of them kneeling between your legs, two tongues swirling against you. Maybe even their mouths brushing together against you. Seonghwa’s hand in Johnny’s hair, his voice low and dominant, telling the older man just exactly how to do it. Just thinking about it has you gushing wetness, and Seonghwa gladly licks it up, holding you against his face as he keeps going.

You want to cum so badly, so instead you grasp at handfuls of your bedsheets, attempt to squirm away from his magical lips, but Seonghwa won’t release you, and your orgasm rises fast, swelling inside you until you’re crying out “I’m so close! Please, Seonghwa, please!”

He pulls away, kisses your knee and kneels back so he’s looking down at you, flushed and messily wet, wide open and fucking needy for him.

Just the way he likes you.

He takes his time stripping down, wraps his hand around his dick to rub himself to full hardness while he looks down at you. You want to reach for him, to pull him against you, inside you, but you dare not. He pumps himself, and when he finally kneels on the bed, you could cry out in relief, but then he just moves up until he’s straddling your chest, his heavy cock hanging above your lips, waiting for the warm wet heat of your mouth.

When you only slowly lift your head to take him into your mouth, Seonghwa reaches down, laces his fingers through your hair, and pulls you onto him, sinking his hips forward as well with a moan.

“Missed this, kitten.” He thrusts slowly, savoring the feel of your mouth around him. You can’t help reaching up to touch him now, your fingers on his hips and thighs and his butt. “I don’t know how many times I rubbed a quick one out thinking about your lips. Johnny helped with that, you know? He sent me a video of you sucking him off while I was away.”

You remembered that. One day when you surprised Johnny at his dorm when he got home from a long day of shooting, you’d whined to him about being bored and lonely, missing him and Seonghwa as they’d both been obviously busy, so he pushed you to your knees and told you to suck him off and stop whining, which you had eagerly done, doing your best to please him with your mouth, though his thoughts had clearly wandered to the other man in your lives.

When he’d suggested sending a video of you on your knees, taking Johnny’s cock and getting your mouth filled with his cum, you moaned your agreement. And now it was finally Seonghwa’s turn to have you like that.

He lets you off to catch your breath when you pinch at his hip, and as you pull in fresh breaths, you keep your hand sliding up and down his erection, your eyes connected with his. You know you probably look a mess with saliva all over your lips and chin, but you kiss his tip sweetly anyway, dipping your tongue into his slit to taste his precum.

As sunken into what you’re doing with him as you are, you don’t hear the distant noise of your apartment door opening. Seonghwa’s head turns though, but a second later he looks back down at you with dark eyes, his fingers twisted in your hair to pull your mouth back onto his cock, and you resume blowing him.

Seonghwa releases his hold on your hair, reaching back to touch your thighs, spreading them apart as he drives his hips forward. You gag around him, drawing a guttural moan from his lips, and his fingers dip between your spread thighs, teasing over your clit, collecting your wetness before he enters you with two fingers.

So distracted are you, that you don’t notice when Seonghwa’s hands return to your hair, but the fingers inside of you keep going.

It’s not until the fingers fall away, shortly replaced by the fat head of a big cock that you notice.

You pull back from mouthing at Seonghwa, a moan spilling from your lips, and at last you see Johnny. His clothes are piled near the door, the food he’d brought over, abandoned there as well. Until just now, you’d completely forgotten that you’d invited him over this afternoon.

He presses into you, and your walls stretch to accommodate his girth.

“Johnny!” You gasp, arching your back and digging your fingernails into Seonghwa’s thighs. Your gasp becomes a whimper when Johnny’s hands reach around Seonghwa, one dipping down to circle around the base of his cock, moving Seognhwa back toward your mouth even as Johnny sinks deeper into you.

“Fuck her mouth. We want her double-stuffed, don’t we?” They both look down at you, and you’re not sure which gaze you’re supposed to meet, so you glance back and forth between them both, tentatively licking at Seonghwa’s weeping tip. “Look at her,” Johnny coos. “Your sweet little kitten, right?”

Seonghwa rolls his shoulders and brushes Johnny’s hands away from him. You know he doesn’t like it when Johnny tries to take control of him too. “Not double-stuffed like this. Her sweet pussy, pretty ass. That kind of double-stuffed.” When he moves back from your mouth, you whine, chasing after him, but he throws one leg over you and slides away. Johnny stops fucking you.

“Hey!” You complain, not sure which one of them to reach for first. You want Seonghwa back, but you also want Johnny to start moving again. “Come back over here.”

Johnny smacks your thigh. “Don’t talk like that.”

You close your mouth and pout up at him. “I want you. I wanna cum. Seonghwa’s being mean and told me I can’t cum. Please, Johnny.”

He runs a hand up your body, thumbing one of your nipples. “You wanna cum, baby? Daddy punishing you for sleeping with Wooseok and IM?” You nod sadly. “Well, that’s just not right is it? He’s always telling you not to cum, but me? I wanna give you more than you can handle. Seonghwa.”

The younger guy reappears.

“Can’t we let her feel good? Give it to her until she can’t take any more,” Johnny suggests, starting to impale you on his cock again. “You always want to be rough, denying her shit. Sometimes you’ve got to shower her with affection.”

Seonghwa snorts. “Fuck off, Suh. I was here before you.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t love when I walked in here. You saw me. You didn’t say anything or make any indication you didn’t want me here. You even opened her up for me, spread her legs, got her started with your fingers. Admit it, Seonghwa, you want me here as much as she does.”

“I just want her.” Seonghwa pushes at Johnny.

You sit up now, and you move away, pulling off Johnny’s cock and shifting up the bed.

“Stop fighting.” You tell them. “You’re being idiots.”

Johnny opens his mouth as if to tell you again not to speak to them like that, but this isn’t some little dom-sub play in bed. You just wanted a nice fuck from even one of them, and then with both of them it would be even better, but they’re fighting and you don’t want that shit.

“No.” You climb off the bed. “I’m not going to have either one of you fuck me if you’re going to fight. Right now, I’m getting in the shower, and if you can work your shit out, you’re welcome to join me in there. If not, you know where the door is.”

You’ve already rinsed out the shampoo and begun working conditioner through your hair when the bathroom door opens with a soft knock that you can barely hear over the sound of water on the tiles. Johnny appears first. You give him a sidelong look, then tilt your head back and keep working the conditioner through your hair.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Johnny steps into the shower, reaching for you. Another move near the bathroom door draws your attention, and you see Seonghwa too, walking toward you too.

Your shower’s not very big, hardly big enough for just you and Johnny, but Seonghwa comes inside too.

“We’re both sorry.” Seonghwa carefully slips around behind you, his hands rising to your hair, twisting it up into a sleek knot on the top of your head. “We both like to be in control over you, but I guess sometimes we should just let go a little bit. Take it easy on you. Do you want that, sweetheart?”

You nod, closing your eyes when his lips touch the side of your throat. “Sometimes I just want you both. I just want you both to make me cum. Like with the pair of you, it shouldn’t take too long, you know? But you always want to draw it out and sometimes I feel like I’m fraying more than just snapping, which is the sweeter orgasm sometimes.”

“We can do that,” Seonghwa promises.

He mouths at your neck, Johnny reaches for your hips. Both of them are still hard. The shower’s spray burns over the tops of your shoulders, drips down your chest, from the tips of your breasts.

Smoothly and quickly, Johnny lifts your legs, Seonghwa’s hands take Johnny’s place on your hips, helping hold you up as Johnny slides his thick cock right into you.

You cling to him, wrapping your legs around his hips, your arms around his neck, a soft cry leaving your lips. He bounces you on his cock. Seonghwa reaches under you too, a finger stroking your entrance where Johnny stretches you open, and slowly, Seonghwa fits his finger inside you beside Johnny.

“Want both of you inside me. Please.” You roll your head back against Seonghwa’s shoulder, and his lips drag over your cheek. “I need you both like that. Get me ready to be fucked by another guy too.”

Seonghwa bites at your throat. “Are you really thinking about another mystery man when you’ve got both of us? Is Johnny’s cock not enough for you? You need mine and another one too?”

“She wants her pussy torn apart.” Johnny grunts, fucking up into you in a way that makes you squeal and reach for the wall just to steady yourself a little bit.

“Her size kink?” Seonghwa laughs, finally fitting the one finger fully inside, getting started on stretching you to take his second along with Johnny’s cock. “You like big boys, sweetheart? Tall boys, big cocks? Was Wooseok big? IM?”

You feel like you shouldn’t answer that.

“You want another big guy to fuck you with us?” Johnny asks. “Who is there?”

Seonghwa pumps his fingers inside you, spreads them apart and that stretch burns a little. You whine and suck in a sharp breath. He kisses your shoulder, and Johnny lifts his hands to caress your breasts.

“Seventeen’s Mingyu is a big guy,” Seonghwa suggests. “Bet he has a big cock.”

“Spend a lot of time thinking about other guy’s cocks, Seonghwa?” Johnny teases. You suppose Seonghwa gave him a withering look because Johnny continues, “Jaehyun’s friends with him. He might be able to make an introduction. Would you like that, baby? You know Mingyu, right? You’ve worked with him before?”

You shake your head. “Not him. You think you have me pegged. Big boys aren’t just my type.”

“No?” Seonghwa gets a third finger inside you. “Then who? Us and Wooseok are the best evidence we have. So give us some other examples, kitten. Who else would you like to fuck you?”

You have a couple names and faces that rise in your mind. Seventeen’s Minghao whose long fingers and handsome looks have attracted you. Once you’d watched VAV’s Lou and considered that he’d probably treat you right in bed. Bang Chan, the leader of Stray Kids. And also, the best example you can think of to give them that would show that your type isn’t always a tall, big guy:

“San would be pretty nice to fuck.” You gasp.

Seonghwa immediately smacks your ass, curls a hand around your throat from behind, and growls in your ear. “Say that again.”

“Or Jimin from BTS. God, he’s shorter than both of you, but something tells me he’s got a good cock that would be so good for me.”

Seonghwa spanks you once more. Johnny grinds his cock into you. You moan, scrape your nails over his shoulder. Seonghwa bites at your throat again, and then you feel his fingers slip out of you. Johnny pulls his hips back until just the tip of his cock is inside you. Seonghwa fits his cockhead right there too, and then they both press into you.

“Oh, shit. Wait, wait.” You squeeze Johnny’s shoulder. “Too much. Go slower, please.”

Seonghwa slides in deeper, but Johnny hesitates there, waits for you to nod a go-ahead, and then Johnny eases into you too. You feel so full with both of them inside of you like that, pressed between them like the cream between two cookies, double-stuffed.

You giggle at the thought.

“What are you laughing about?” Seonghwa’s tongue traces the shell of your ear.

“I’m double-stuffed, like an Oreo.”

Johnny rolls his eyes and smiles, dips forward to kiss you.

They move inside you together, stirring you quickly toward orgasm. You clutch at Seonghwa’s hair while he runs his lips over your neck and cheeks and shoulders. Johnny’s hands touch you everywhere else, pinching your nipples, caressing your thighs.

It’s Johnny who cums first, spurting into you while Seonghwa keeps going, and you cling to Johnny as support when your orgasm follows just moments later, his fingers on your clit, his cum leaking out of you with each of Seonghwa’s thrusts.

“Seonghwa, please!” You moan, attempting to grind down into his thrusts. “Please cum in me.”

“Nasty kitty,” he teases, nipping at your shoulder. His fingers dig into your hips then, rolling his hips into you, a very pleasant and steady move that has your sensitive bits tingling warmly again.

You whine and lay your head on Johnny’s shoulder, legs squeezing around him as the way that Seonghwa’s making you feel. Another orgasm peels through you, and you shudder and shake, muffle your moans against Johnny’s damp skin.

“Seonghwa.” Johnny’s voice is a command, echoing through the bathroom.

Seonghwa’s rhythm falls apart then. He plants himself deep inside you, throbbing and pulsing you full of his cum. He kisses your neck and shoulders, and when you pull your face back from the crook of Johnny’s neck, Seonghwa curls a hand lightly around your throat to direct your mouth to his.

You kiss languidly there for a moment, Seonghwa’s tongue twisting with yours while the shower runs and their combined semen leaks from you. Johnny kisses you too, first mouthing at your cheek, and then when Seonghwa pulls away, he captures your lips, tasting your sound of disapproval when Seonghwa steps away from you, leaving your pussy empty around nothing.

As Johnny and Seonghwa carefully help you lower your legs to the shower floor, your wobbly knees and tingly feet slide on the wet tile. Seonghwa loops an arm around your waist to steady you, murmuring a “Careful, sweetheart” before he releases you again, stepping back once more.

The water’s gone cold now, and you shiver when it finally hits you without Seonghwa there to block the majority of it. But his warm hands wash down your back, Johnny’s hands comb through your hair, rinsing out the conditioner at long last. They help wash you down quickly, and then the three of you step out of the shower.

Johnny wraps you in a towel and lifts you in his arms, and you watch over his shoulder as Seonghwa wraps a towel around his waist and checks himself out in the mirror for a moment before following after you. Johnny drops you lightly on the bed, and you look up at your two boys, feeling that ache in your core from having them both inside you, and you realize that you definitely want more.

As rare as it was for both of your boys to have a break at the same time, you’d never expected that they would secretly plan a trip for you. Not much of a trip, honestly. Just a full weekend with the two of them at a fancy hotel across the city, dinner reservations, shopping, a spa package.

“We want to treat you well. Our baby.” Johnny tapped his fingers under your chin and kissed you lightly on the lips. “And we have another surprise for you too.”

“Oh?” You looked over to Seonghwa. He was staring up at the ceiling, turning his phone over and over in his hands. “Did you two choose a third guy finally?”

In the few weeks that had passed since you’d had them both inside you, you knew they’d been arguing about who to invite into bed. They’d taken your suggestions, made some of their own. Any time one of them decided on someone they wouldn’t mind sharing you with, the other came up with some reason that it wouldn’t work out.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” Johnny stood, stretching his arms up over his head. “I should go. Jaehyun already texted me he’s on his way there, and if I’m late because I was here, he’s going to be pissed. See you later.” He kisses you again one last time, and then reaches over to lightly hit Seonghwa to catch his attention. “Later.”

“Later.” Seonghwa mumbles, watching Johnny walk out your bedroom door.

You roll onto your back and then shuffle over to his side, lay your hand over both of his where he’s still worrying over his phone. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

He shakes his head. “I’m fine, just thinking about this weekend.”

“With a frown?” You touch the crease between his eyebrows and it smooths out instantly. “If you’re having doubts about anything....”

“I’m not. Don’t worry.” Seonghwa flips onto his side, raising his head up on his elbow so he can look down at you. He taps his finger against your nose. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, kitten. Just thinking about how after this weekend things might change.”

Now it’s your turn to frown. “Change how?”

Seonghwa’s expression changes to mirror your own, and he sighs, flopping back onto his back. “I don’t know. I like how things are between you and me. I like how things are with Johnny too. I think the three of us have made this whole thing into something really comfortable albeit non-traditional. But what do we call this? Are we just fuckbuddies? Friends with benefits? Are you my....”

“Girlfriend?” You prompt.

Seonghwa nods, once more staring up at the ceiling. “Exactly. And if we start calling it that, then is Johnny that too? Would that make him....”

“Your boyfriend?” You fill in for him again.

Seonghwa groans, raising his hands to his face. “And if we add another guy into our bed this weekend, what then? What does that make all of this? Are we just your sugar daddies, sugaring you with a good weekend, or are we like your pimps, fucking you and inviting another man to come fuck you?”

“I think you’re overthinking everything.” You sit up again, put a hand on his chest over his heart. “You and Johnny are good to me, and I love it. I love having sex with you both, spending time with you both. Any time that you bring me presents or do anything to make me feel special is amazing. If you want me to be your girlfriend, all you have to do is ask. Whenever you’re ready.”

He doesn’t ask then. He doesn’t even say anything else.

Shortly after that you leave with him to go meet up with San and Mingi, and the subject of your relationship with Seonghwa or with Johnny doesn’t come up again until that weekend.

You meet them at the hotel that weekend.

It’s shortly after eight o’clock at night when you arrive, already dressed in the presents they’d both delivered to you. A deep burgundy colored dress from Johnny. Heels and jewelry and a coat from Seonghwa.

The man behind the check-in desk shows you up to the room, and you want to curse at both of your boys the moment you lay eyes on the room.

A gorgeous suite, overlooking the brilliance of the city at night. There’s a large bed, a spacious bathroom with a huge jacuzzi tub. There’s champagne and roses and the lights are even dimmed to create a romantic moodlighting.

You leave your bag beside the door, shrug out of your coat, which you hang in the coat closet.

And it’s then that you hear faint music, light chatter.

You follow the sound of it toward the balcony, and through the sheer curtains you can make out the fuzzy, candlelit glow of a dinner table set with a full meal and dessert, wine and champagne, and both Johnny and Seonghwa are sitting there, dressed just as exquisitely as you are. And they’re not alone.

As you step out onto the balcony, all three of the men look up at you.

Seonghwa smiles, gaze running over the lovely shape of you in that flattering burgundy dress. Johnny bites his lip, consuming you with his eyes as well.

The third man gapes, before gasping, “Wow, you look stunning. I’m Chris. Chan. Bang Chan.”

You smile. “I know who you are. It’s nice to meet you.”

Seonghwa smirks. “Take a seat, kitten.” The chair opposite his scoots out from under the table, the tip of Seonghwa’s shiny shoe edging the seat out a bit further. He nods, “Sit.”

You do just that.

Johnny sits forward, resting his elbows on the table, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them. “You look beautiful, baby, like a pretty present.”

And you are a present, aren’t you? Wrapped up all nice and pretty for Chan to unwrap.

The dinner starts off innocent enough. You’d shown up perfectly on time, so the food was all still fresh and warm. The room service cart had been taken away just moments before your arrived. Johnny pops a bottle of champagne, pours a glass for each of you, and then the meal begins, chatting over the dishes the hotel’s chef had made exquisitely.

The boys tell you all about how they’d approached Chan, how he knew exactly who you were as soon as they began talking about you. And he blushed and buried himself in his drink as soon as Seonghwa began laughing about how eager Chan had been for the opportunity to fall into bed with you.

“When he heard that you belong to us though, he hesitated a bit.” Seonghwa grins, and you shiver at the feel of his foot knocking your knees apart beneath the table, moving up between your thighs until he strokes you over your panties. “But we all know that no one can pass up on the prospect of touching you, sweetheart. Even when he’s blushing like a virgin with you sitting beside him looking like this.”

And Chan certainly was blushing, now picking at the food on his plate, avoiding looking at you.

Seonghwa’s foot rubs against you again, and you bite your lip to keep from letting out a breathy noise as you stare across the table at him. His face gives nothing away, he continues eating and drinking, conversing with Johnny and Chan. But then Johnny looks at you, and although he was in the middle of saying something, he hesitates and watches you closer before he slowly turns to Seonghwa, who by this point is also obviously watching you, half-smirking.

When Chan finally turns a curious eye toward you, Johnny clamps a hand on Seonghwa’s thigh, and his foot falls away from you.

You slump in your chair with a sigh and a shiver.

“Are you cold?” Chan asks, as if noticing for the first time your bare arms prickled by the cold air. Your dress is short as well, the tights beneath doing nothing to keep you warm. “We should go inside, bring the drinks in with us,” he suggests.

You shiver again, more from the way all three of the men are looking at you than just the chill in the air. “Sounds good, Chan.” You brush your hand over his thigh before you push your chair back from the table and stand.

He looks up at you, and then his gaze falls down over your cleavage and your thighs, the way that the hem of your dress is rucked up just a bit from when you’d spread your legs for Seonghwa’s foot.

Chan nods, pushes his fingers through his chocolate brown colored hair, and stands as well, gathering his glass and the bottle of champagne in front of him. Johnny and Seonghwa stand as well. Before you can move to follow Chan inside, Johnny grabs you by the waist, drawing you back against his chest, and murmurs low enough that Chan can’t hear, “We want to see you seduce him, baby. Okay? He wants you, but he’s hesitant to show how much he wants you in front of us. Bring that out.”

You nod.

Inside, it’s definitely warmer and more comfortable. A sofa and two armchairs are set up with a low glass table in between, and that’s where Chan deposits his glass and the bottle. Johnny and Seonghwa bring in the other bottles of wine and champagne. They fall onto the sofa together, leaving one of the stiff-backed chairs for you and the other for Chan.

You pour yourself some wine, toe off your heels, and curl down into the chair with your knees up against yours chest. You know your boys can see your panties on display to them, but you don’t care. They’ll probably just punish you for it later and you can’t wait.

Conversation flows among you, as does the alcohol until you’ve got a really nice buzz going on. Everything feels really nice and pleasantly warm. The glow of candlelight and dimmed lighting really gives everything a romantic vibe. And the way that Johnny and Seonghwa watch your every move, their eyes following you with predatory precision, makes you want to touch yourself.

“Baby, Chan’s glass is empty, why don’t you pour him some more?” Johnny suggests, nodding at the bottle of wine that’s placed nearest to you.

You push to your feet, wrap your fingers around the neck of the bottle, and take exactly two steps toward Chan before it all goes tits up.

Your feet tangle together, tripping you up, and you tumble over into Chan’s lap.

“Oops!” You laugh, wiggling a bit to right yourself, but you make no effort to actually remove yourself from his lap. Especially not when you catch a whiff of his cologne. “Mmm, you smell nice.”

Chan smiles in a strained sort of way as you lay your head on his shoulder, your breath against his skin sends a shiver through him, and his hand on your hip tightens. His glass bumps against your knee and you remember what you came over here for, but more than that, now that you’re sitting here in his lap, you remember Johnny’s words to you out on the balcony.

You push upright, sit the bottle on the floor, and switch around to straddle Chan’s lap.

He gulps, both of his hands gripping your waist as you scoot higher in his lap, feeling the bulge of his cock in his pants. “I think it’s time you stop being so shy about what we’re here for, don’t you?” You brush your fingers through his hair, and Chan rolls his head back with your touch, his eyelids flutter, and his hold on your waist squeezes.

“Mm, yeah.” Chan hums.

You glide your hands down his neck, his shoulders, over his biceps and his chest. “I don’t know if they told you, but when we were trying to think of someone to join us, you were one of the first I thought of. Ages ago. When you talk in that sexy Aussie accent, fuck, it does something to me.”

He swallows hard, and his tongue seems to tie itself in a knot because when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out. But then, “Yeah? You want me to talk dirty to you like this?” His accent is laid on rather thickly.

“Please.” You roll your hips subtly against his, and when you brush your lips against his throat, Chan moans.

You hear Seonghwa whisper something to Johnny. Chan stiffens, as if just now remembering that the other two are there.

“Can they watch?” You ask, kissing his throat lightly. “They really want to watch. And then I want the three of you to fuck me together.”

You feel him swallow nervously, twisting his head a bit as he turns to look back at Seonghwa and Johnny. You feel their eyes on you, watching and judging. Chan’s hands fall loosely from your waist to instead grip the arms of the chair.

You seat yourself more firmly in his lap, straightening to look at his face, and you let the straps of your dress fall down over your shoulders, and just as easily, the top half of your dress whispers down your chest to gather around your waist. Chan swallows hard as he’s faced with your tits, bare and right there. He quickly stares up at the ceiling, avoiding looking at your chest. So instead, you walk your fingers from his waist up the buttons of his shirt, over his pounding heartbeat until you cup his jaw and draw his gaze to yours.

He swallows hard again and shifts beneath your naked body. Now you can feel him, his bulge growing against your thigh.

“Chan.” You sigh, lowering your head and sinking down to grind lightly over his erection while your mouth hovers right above his. You roll your hips, your nipples brush against his chest, and Chan licks his lips, his warm breath kisses your lips even as you hold back from kissing him. You want him to make the next move. “Chan, touch me. I want you.”

He starts to turn away, to look toward Seonghwa and Johnny, but you put your hands to his jaw, and hold him right there, his lips just an inch below yours. “Forget them. Right now it’s just us, and I want you. I can tell you want me too.” You grind against his erection where it strains the front of his pants. “Wanted me from the first time you saw me, probably. Now here’s your chance, fuck me in front of them, show me that you’re worth the jealousy they’re going to have.”

This time when Chan looks away toward them, there’s a certain fire in his eyes. His hands leave the arms of the chair, slinking back to your waist, to the soft silky fabric of your dress bunched up there.

And then he lurches upward, his mouth crashing into yours.

Chan kisses angrily, burning with passion. He clutches at your waist, pulling you closer while kissing you with enough force that you curve backwards. You moan and twist your fingers in the loose material at his shoulders, and in response Chan’s fingers span over your ribs, the heat of his fingertips on your bare skin. His touch ranges higher until his thumb traces over your nipple.

You gasp.

“So sensitive, babygirl.” He teases. He kisses down your neck, a trail from your jaw down your chest, and then he sucks your nipple right into his mouth, warm and wet, tongue flicking against your pert nipple.

If he’d thought you were sensitive before, it was nothing to now. You arch your chest into his touch, a moan spilling from your lips.

Chan’s other hand slides down, clutching at the skirt of your dress, bunching it up around your waist as well, and his fingers loop in the netting of your tights, slipping inside, tugging until you whine and dip your hips forward against him.

Both of his hands are on your ass before you know it, massaging, slipping between the netting, and when he tugs again, your hear the sound of the netting tearing and stretching apart. He pushes your panties aside as well, dipping two fingertips inside to lightly touch your wet lips while he still sucks at your tit.

You know that with your skirt bunched up around your waist like this, Chan’s fingers teasing against your pussy is fully visible to both of the men seated on the sofa across from you. You twist your head to the side, attempting to get a look at the pair of them, but Chan loosens a hand from your tights and tangles his hand in your hair, bringing you mouth back to his just as his fingers sink inside you.

The sound that leaves you is mostly muffled by Chan’s kiss, but still you know your boys hear you.

Seonghwa groans, and you hear Johnny softly teasing him about getting off to this.

You want to see that, but more than that, you want what Chan is offering you. His tongue twisting with yours, his fingers plunging inside you, and you move your hips, riding his fingers.

Chan sits back now, leaning back into the chair to watch you fuck yourself on his fingers. “You gonna cum on my fingers, babygirl? Wait til you get my cock.”

And then his fingers are gone, and you sink down, grinding down on nothing, just needing more contact. But Chan lifts his hand to his lips, sucks his fingers glistening with your wetness into his mouth, cleaning them off as he looks you right in the eye.

Gone is the man who could barely look at you during dinner.

Chan radiates a cocky confidence that turns you on more than anything right then.

You drop your hips down again, finding his thigh right there to rub your clit against, and desperately you do just that. His fingers fall from his mouth, and you grind on his thigh, capture his face between your hands, and kiss him once more--wet and soft kisses.

He pinches your nipple, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger.

You cry out, feeling your orgasm mounting within you.

“Ah, no no.” A voice says from right behind you.

Seonghwa’s arm loops around your waist from behind, dragging you backwards off Chan’s lap.

You whine, attempting to protest. Chan tries to hold you in his lap too, but Seonghwa wins, lifting you up into his arms.

“You know I don’t like to let you cum so easily.” He kisses your cheek sweetly, sitting you back down on your feet. His hands rise to your breasts, covering them with his hands. “And besides, we don’t want you worn out before we’re all three inside you, right? Right, Chan?” Seonghwa turns his eyes on the older man.

Chan nods.

“So, to bed, kitten. Go on.” Seonghwa taps his hand against your bottom, drops his arms from around you. You spin around, pull at the bottom of his shirt until Seonghwa begrudgingly leans down to kiss you before nudging you back in the direction of the bed.

You shimmy your dress the rest of the way off, leaving it in a silken pile on the floor. You crawl onto the bed, and when you twist back around onto your bottom, you see all three of them have risen and are standing there, looking at you.

Chan stands several inches shorter than both of the others, but all three of them have such hungry looks in their eyes for you.

Johnny seems to notice what you have, and as he looks over at Chan, he smirks. He’s the first of them to come forward, striding toward the bed, and as soon as he’s close enough he beckons you get on your belly in front of him.

Seonghwa and Chan come over then, and you look up at them. Chan strokes your cheek, and you almost lean into his touch until Johnny tugs on your hair. He’s giving Chan a somewhat disapproving look again, looking him up and down before he drops his gaze to you there on your belly, reaching for the waistband of his pants.

“So much for your size kink.” Johnny scoffs.

His words inspire a bit of bite in you, so you sit up a bit, shuffle over just a little bit, and reach for Chan’s waistband.

“Did you ever think...” You tug his belt loose and tilt your head back so you can see Johnny’s face as you undress the other man. “That maybe it’s not just about the size of the man, but the size of the penis?”

Chan’s pants come undone, and his big, heavy cock pops out into the open air.

You stare at Johnny as you lean in and kiss the tip of Chan’s cock, as you open your mouth and slip him inside, sucking and then taking him in deeper. You don’t taken your eyes off of Johnny, as if daring him to punish you for this.

Chan loves it. Moaning and swearing under his breath, he tangles his fingers in your hair, trying to get his cock farther down your throat.

“He does have a big cock, though. She’s right about that.” Seonghwa murmurs to Johnny. “And I believe that’s rather complimentary to us too.” He touches himself over his pants, and your eyes fall to that motion, and your unspoken wish is granted when, a moment later, Seonghwa drags his shirt over his head and strips off his pants as well, sliding onto the bed behind you.

He strips the tights down your legs, and then when you’re left in just your panties, he gets rid of those for you too.

Seonghwa dips his fingers inside your drenched pussy for just a moment before he pulls them out again. You whine around Chan’s cock, and Johnny chuckles, settling down on the edge of the bed beside you. You push your hips up, trying to find Seonghwa’s fingers buried inside you once more, but instead he puts both hands on your hips to still you.

You part your thighs wider for him.

Chan and Johnny both have their eyes focused behind you on Seonghwa even though you’ve got your mouth stuffed full with Chan. He twists his fingers in your hair, helping you keep moving your mouth on him, but he keeps his eyes on your ass.

And then you understand why.

“Fuck, Seonghwa!” You jerk back off of Chan and twist around to be able to see Seonghwa kneeling behind you. His fingers, soaked with your wetness, had just prodded against your asshole, which you’d been totally unprepared for.

Anal wasn’t something you’d really had too much (or any) experience with before. Sure, you’d talked about it before with Seonghwa. And there had been one adventurous time when you’d been touching yourself while you talked on the phone with him and you’d tried fingering yourself there, but at the time it hadn’t felt quite right to you, just more awkward than anything else, so you’d given it up.

But that was the limit.

“No?” He asks, freezing and backing off from you.

You bite your lip, considering him and the situation that you’re in. It wouldn’t be the worst thing, you think. To actually have your mouth, your pussy, and your ass filled. But also, you’re not entirely sure that you can handle that big of a thing on top of taking all three of them. Maybe some time, but not this time.

You shake your head. “Not tonight. But if you want to try it, I mean, we can some other time.”

Seonghwa nods, reaches down to pull you up against him for a kiss, sealing your words with it like a promise. Johnny presses in then as well, fitting himself against your front, ever in competition for your attention with Seonghwa. He kisses up between your breasts, trailing warm kisses up your throat, and he buries his fingers in your hair, edges up against Seonghwa so their cheeks bump, knocking the younger man away so he can claim your lips for his own.

Johnny’s kiss enchants you, pulls you deep under his spell.

You drop your hand down his body, slip it inside his pants to get your hand around his throbbing length. “Johnny,” you sigh, “I need you. I wanna cum so badly.”

Seonghwa makes a sound from behind you. You feel him dropping away. You break the kiss, turn your head to look at him while Johnny places hot kisses on your jaw. Seonghwa’s on his back, looking up at you twisted in Johnny’s embrace, and he’s got a hand wrapped around his cock. Turning back to Johnny, you catch sight of Chan again.

He’s so hard, his dick swollen and wet and you just want him inside of you. This time pounding away between your legs.

“Do you want Channie, baby?” Johnny asks. He kisses the corner of your mouth. “You want him in your pussy? Should we let him cum inside you?”

You make a soft mewling noise and Seonghwa’s hand snakes between your legs, dipping just the tips of two of his fingers inside you again. You wiggle your hips, attempting to get him deeper inside you. You want to be fucked, to have them inside of you in some combination, and you’re pretty sure they won’t let Chan cum inside of you since they’re both so possessive over you and they only sometimes allow themselves to cum inside you.

“No, I think not.” Johnny curls his hand against your throat, not actually choking you, but just putting the thought of it right there. “Cumming inside you isn’t for him, is it? Whose right is that?”

“Yours.” You lean into his hand around your neck, liking the pressure.

Seonghwa’s fingers tease back and forth between your folds. “And?”

“And yours, Daddy.”

“Perfect, kitten.” Seonghwa at last plunges his fingers up into you and you gasp, opening your mouth to Johnny once again. Then Seonghwa hooks his fingers inside you in a strange yet pleasant way so you drop backwards, pressing your back against his chest and looking up at Johnny and Chan.

Seonghwa’s knees press yours apart, and you let them fall to the sides of his, exposing yourself entirely to their eyes. His fingers slip from inside you, and he wipes the dampness on your belly, at which you whine from the loss of him inside you, but he does keep touching you, tracing his fingers over your body--between your breasts, over your nipples, dancing around your throat, and everywhere except where you want him most.

“Why not let him fuck your pretty pussy, kitten?” Seonghwa asks, his lips pressed to your ear, his fingers stroking over your mound, just shy of touching where you’re so sensitive. You lift your hips to meet each of his strokes, but it does you no good. “Chan hyung should get to fuck you just like half the rest of the male idol’s in the industry?”

When you squirm at that, Seonghwa’s hand at last comes down on your pussy, a slap that makes you go still, your insides quivering in pleasure.

“She’s quite the slut, don’t you know? I won’t tell you everyone else she’s fucked, but,” he tuts, then continues, “Only Johnny and I have been able to tame her even a bit.”

He’s making up stories to paint you as a whore, but at the moment you don’t mind. You like how it makes Chan look at you. You like the way Johnny’s lips curl into a smile, how his fingers flex around his own length. And now Seonghwa at last strokes between your folds, barely doing more than petting you, but just the contact feels so sweet.

“Go on,” Johnny says in a rough voice, and when you look up at him, he’s looking at Chan. “She’s not fucked nearly as many guys as Hwa would have you believe, but she has been naughty. Tempting the previous two guys into her bed instead of into ours. But make no mistake, she’s ours.” Johnny’s tone is deep, possessive, and it sends a shiver through you. He then sits to the side again, making way for Chan to come forward.

He finally strips out of his shirt and pants, fumbling a bit when they tangle around his legs, but then he’s right there, kneeling between your legs and Seonghwa’s.

“Don’t forget a condom.” Johnny suddenly produces one from somewhere, holding it out to Chan.

He bites his lip as he tears it open and rolls it on.

“Chan.” You pout and reach for him to ask, “Kiss?”

Chan gives you that, bending over you to plant a kiss upon your lips, and you feel the thick head of his dick kissing against your lower lips. But he stops there, looking past you, then closes his eyes and shakes his head.

“Can we rearrange? I feel like I’m fucking Seonghwa in this position.” He gestures vaguely at Seonghwa, who you feel brush his lips against your hair then. “Besides, babygirl, I’ve had a fantasy ever since the first time I saw you at work.”

“Yeah?” You run your hand up his chest, sitting up as he shifts back. Seonghwa grabs for your hips, but Chan sneakily pushes Seonghwa’s hands away. You just lock your gaze on Chan’s. “What’s the fantasy?”

Seonghwa nearly growls possessively. He kisses the nape of your neck, brushes your hair over one shoulder.

“First time I saw you, you were cleaning up a mess Jeongin made in our waiting room. That wasn’t your job, and we all knew it, and I was about to go take over from you, but fuck you were wearing a skirt that day. A tight pencil skirt, which normally I wouldn’t find so sexy, but you were all bent over, your ass looked so perfect, and all I could think about was bending you over and fucking you. You looked so sweet and innocent when I did go talk to you, and I felt bad what I’d thought, but I couldn’t stop.”

“You want me on my hands and knees, Chan?” You start to turn over. “You want me to beg for you? Please, daddy.”

Seonghwa grabs your arm before you can make another move. “No.”

Chan, on the other hand, smirks, grabs your hips and manhandles you onto your hands and knees, facing Seonghwa now. “I like the sound of that. Say it again.”

You look Seonghwa straight in the eye as Chan’s cock fills you again, and you moan, “Right there, daddy.”

Chan’s hands slide to your waist, pressing your back into an arch, your ass sinking back against him, but his next thrust bounces you forward again, and Chan keeps it up like that. Each bounce gets a moan from you, a slap against your ass gets him another whine of daddy.

“Careful, Channie,” Johnny laughs. “You’re going to make Seonghwa mad. He likes her to call him Daddy, and our sweet girl can’t have two daddies now can she? And don’t get too bossy or rough. You’re not in control. We are. And you don’t get to have her all to yourself either. Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa looks away from your face, snapping his attention to Johnny’s call.

“Scoot down the bed. You’re gonna fuck her too.” Johnny says before he comes around to your face. “You want that, baby? To have both of them in you and me in your throat. I know how much you love sucking my cock.”

“I do, Johnny. Please.”

Neither Chan or Seonghwa dares to disobey Johnny, so a quick shuffle of rearrangement, and then Seonghwa’s cock is pressing up beside Chan’s in your dripping pussy. Your hands grip Seonghwa’s shoulders as they both move inside you, each gasp has the look of hunger in Seonghwa’s eyes growing. He grits his teeth when you moan a sweet-sounding daddy, have I been good enough for you? and a quiet plea as you bow your head down beside his of can I cum now?

Johnny laces his fingers in your hair, pulls your mouth up from beside Seonghwa’s ear, and you drop your mouth open.

Sucking Johnny off is just as good as it always is. His low moan as he sinks into the tight heat of your mouth. The feel of him stretching your lips, filling your throat.

It’s silly how right then, with Bang Chan pounding into you from behind, Seonghwa thrusting up from beneath you, and your lips all the way down to Johnny’s base, you realize that you just might be in love.

In love with Johnny. In love with Seonghwa.

Chan’s a lovely guy, but right now he’s just an extra cock, giving you your pleasure.

The friction of their cocks inside you is strange and insane, especially when each thrust impales your throat on Johnny. The suite is filled with the sounds of moans, skin slapping skin, you gagging and whining and the sweet smack of Seonghwa’s lips on your breasts, a wet suck that has your toes curling, your body shuddering with pleasure.

“Not yet, kitten.” Seonghwa murmurs against your soft chest. “Hold off for us.”

You moan louder, and Johnny swears, stroking your hair to get you back off his dick a bit. You gag as he pulls you off, but you swallow even as you feel the saliva dripping from your lips and chin.

“Seonghwa--Daddy, please.” You roll your hips back on him and Chan.

Your orgasm is a tight knot in your belly, the stretch of Chan’s thick penis hitting all the right spots as he rocks into you. Seonghwa presses deeper with his thrusts, and you feel like you’re teetering right on the edge of it all.

Full of desperation for it, you work your pussy back on the two of them.

“Shit, babygirl, I’m gonna cum.” Chan groans from behind you, a hand slipping under your waist, fingers dragging over your belly, and then he’s spilling into the condom.

Seonghwa kisses your neck, his fingers dipping beneath you to your clit, and then when Chan’s dick goes soft and he pulls out of you to tie off the condom and flop onto his side, Seonghwa rolls you over beneath him quickly. You loop your arms around his neck and shoulders. He cups your jaw, crushes his lips to yours.

The way he kisses you, rolls his body against yours, it doesn’t feel like you’re just fucking anymore. Seonghwa wants you. There’s a gentle intensity to this, a pure desire rather than the raw fucking that you’re used to from him. His words from a few days ago return to you, about the possibility of you being his girlfriend.

“Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” Seonghwa asks, kissing the words against your lips. He grinds into you, sending warm electric zings of pleasure jolting through you. “Are you going to cum on my cock, for Johnny and Chan to see? You look so pretty right now, kitten.” His lips brush yours with every word, and his warm hand is pressed between your bodies, his thumb circling your nipple.

You moan his name, and when he presses his lips to yours again, he tells you, “Cum, sweetheart.”

It takes nothing more than just his words.

“Shit, that’s really fucking hot.” Chan moans, his eyes on you as your body succumbs to your orgasm.

“She is, isn’t she?” Johnny strokes your hair. “Very hot. My girl.”

Seonghwa keeps fucking into you, but that doesn’t stop Johnny from sinking down beside you, stealing your lips from Seonghwa. His hard cock rests against your hip, a slow grind as he kisses you, reaching between your body and Seonghwa’s to touch your clit.

“Want you too,” you tell him. “Johnny, I wanna make you feel just as good.”

“Good.” He presses against your hip again, and then he pushes at your hip with his hand, tipping you and Seonghwa over onto your side. Johnny lifts your leg up and then rocks forward, his tip nudging against Seonghwa’s dick where he enters you.

Then they’re both inside you, your gut curling with pleasure. Johnny moans, wrapping a hand over your hip and the other pulls your hair. Your head is jerked backwards, exposing your throat for Seonghwa to attack, and Johnny claims your lips for his.

Once again, the feeling of having them both inside you is such a pleasurable situation, being completely under their thrall.

Although you can feel Chan’s eyes on the three of you, you know that you fully belong to them. You’re theirs. No one else’s.

They drive their hips forward, crashing inside you, and another orgasm liquefies you. You pull your mouth away from Johnny’s kiss to moan for them, clenching tight around them inside you, each pump of them makes it more intense and then there are tears streaming down your cheeks. Seonghwa laughs and moans, kisses your cheeks to taste your tears.

He cums then, and Johnny lets out a deep-chested moan then as he feels Seonghwa’s hot seed filling you and coating his cock as he keeps fucking into you from behind. Seonghwa slips away, leaving you just at the mercy of Johnny’s mind-blowing cock.

Johnny holds firmly onto your hips then. He doesn’t hold back now, fucking you so intensely and roughly that another orgasm tears through you, almost painfully so soon after the last one. You twist and writhe in his arms, crying out but not wanting to push him away because it hurts so good.

He presses you into the bed, the heels of his hands digging against your tailbone. Seonghwa’s cum squishes out of you with each of Johnny’s thrusts.

“Daddy,” you whine, and reach for Seonghwa. He’s still catching his breath, but he scoots closer. He can’t very well kiss you with the way that your face is pressed into the mattress, but he cups your cheek and sits his face close to yours. Then he looks up at Johnny.

You watch his eyes go wide and starry. Johnny grunts and thrusts in harshly.

When Seonghwa props himself up on his elbows, you don’t know what to expect. You twist just enough that you can see the moment when Seonghwa knocks his lips against Johnny’s.

It’s not a kiss, not really. It catches both of them somewhat by surprise.

Johnny jerks back, and Seonghwa falls away looking rejected. But you can feel the way Johnny’s cock took an interest. He twitches inside you, then spills his load, fucking it deep into you. And then he pulls out, and you feel it all leaking out as you clench around nothing.

You moan, pleased at the feeling. So warm. Sticky and gooey and lovely.

Somewhere in the room you hear your moan echoed in a deeper voice.

“Look at him,” Seonghwa’s voice takes on a teasing lilt. “Channie-hyung jerking off watching Johnny and I fill your pussy up with our cum. Are you gonna get off to that, huh?”

You move over to lay your head on Seonghwa’s chest, watching Chan as he tugs at his cock. He bites harshly at his bottom lip, moaning out and swearing in a muffled way, before his hips lift from the bed into his circled fingers. He spurts over his belly this time. Johnny taps at your hip, and then you push upright, crawling over Seonghwa until you’re over Chan. You lower your head to his stomach to clean up his cum, kissing and licking it up.

Chan puts a hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair until your tongue runs across his belly one last time.

You roll off to the side again.

Chan sits up, messes his fingers through his hair and looks around. Johnny has Seonghwa tucked back against his chest, both of them watching you and Chan, gazes riveted when Chan reaches down to catch your chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding your lips to his in a final kiss.

You can feel the cum sliding out of you even more unpleasantly at this angle, and you wrinkle your nose and groan. The mattress shifts behind you, and when Chan pulls back from the kiss, stepping onto the floor, you notice Johnny’s figure moving across the hotel suite to the bathroom.

You sink back onto your back.

“So how was it?” Seonghwa asks. At first you can’t tell if he’s addressing you or Chan, but it’s the other man who answers him.

“Really good. Mostly. Never been dick to dick with another guy before.” Chan admits in a strange voice, slipping his pants back up his legs. “Weird feeling that.”

Seonghwa smirks, rolls onto his belly and folds his arms under the pillow. “Not so strange really. It’s definitely not gay, if that’s what you’re worried about, hyung. Especially since we were wrapped in her.” But you think about that brief kiss he’d shared with Johnny; that had certainly made everything that the three of you did slightly less purely heterosexual.

Johnny comes back then, wiping himself down with a damp cloth from the bathroom. Water droplets trickle down his chest, over his abs, reflecting in an enticing way. When he’s close enough, he wads it up and tosses it at Seonghwa. “Clean up, Seonghwa. Bang Chan, don’t go around telling people about this.”

“Right,” Chan laughs. “As if I’m gonna go back to my dorm and tell them, yeah, sorry I’m late getting back tonight. I just had a foursome with NCT’s Johnny and Ateez’s Seonghwa and that hot staff member from--”

Johnny rolls his shoulders and lets his head fall around in an attempt at relaxation. “Just don’t tell anyone, okay? She’s not really the studio’s slut, Seonghwa’s full of shit. And don’t think this is going to happen again either.”

“I know. I get it.” Chan nods. “She’s yours. No offense, sweetheart, I had a great time, but I definitely get the feeling that you were much more into them and I was just another dick to plug you up. That’s fine. I haven’t gotten to fuck a pretty girl in a while. And the next time, I hope it’ll be a girl who’s satisfied with having just me.”

He smiles at you before he slips his shirt on, steps into his shoes, and searches around for his jacket.

You did have fun with him, you liked pleasing him, but you know what he means. It felt a bit empty to have him there. You have Johnny and Seonghwa. That’s more than enough truly. Especially once you realized how you felt, how much you enjoyed just having them pure and raw with you.

Seonghwa gently wipes between your legs and across your belly with the cloth. You shiver, feeling sensitive, and Seonghwa laughs and does it again. You swat at his arm and try to roll away from him, but he curls an arm around your waist and presses an apologetic kiss to your shoulder.

You look back up to see Johnny and Chan watching.

“I did have fun Chan. Thank you for coming tonight.”

“For cumming twice.” Seonghwa mumbles, wrapping his arms tighter around you, and his teeth scrape over your shoulder.

You smile. “I’ll see you around.”

He nods, smiling as Seonghwa rolls you over under him again. “See you around.”

Johnny follows him over to the door, and you hear the quiet sound of him locking and latching it behind Chan. And then he comes back to you and Seonghwa, stands there looking down at the pair of you with his hands on his hips, still bare as the day he was born.

You’re leaning up against the pillows propped against the headboard. Seonghwa’s rolled onto his back, holding the remote control for the TV in his hand.

“Well?” You raise an eyebrow at Johnny, spread your legs invitingly. “What are you waiting for?”

He mirrors your expression then shakes his head and walks back over to the small sitting area. He scoops up one of the remaining bottles and brings it back into the bed. It’s half empty, so he doesn’t have to worry about risking spilling it on the sheets as he crawls in and lays back against your chest, fitting snugly between your legs.

Seonghwa flips through channels on the TV until he finds something. Johnny passes the bottle back and forth between the three of you. You rest one hand on Johnny’s chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath your palm; the other hand you rest in Seonghwa’s hair, combing your fingers through it and massaging your fingers across his scalp.

When the bottle’s empty, Johnny leaves bed again. You take that chance to slide under the covers, and when he comes back, he settles beside you and guides your head to his shoulder. The room’s quiet, the TV’s volume turned almost all the way down, but the silence doesn’t last so long.

“No more of this, right?” Johnny asks, his voice rumbling under your ear. “Just us now?”

You nod. “Just me and you and Seonghwa.”

His heart thuds faster. Seonghwa clears his throat behind you, shifting around until Johnny asks, “Seonghwa, about what happened earlier....”

You glance over at him, and he’s staring down at his hands. “It was nothing, just a spur of the moment impulse. Kissing you is just not what this is about, right? We’re both here just for her.”

“Are we? I think you at least like it when I tell you what to do in bed. You like hearing about what she and I do together, but you hate hearing about her and any of the other guys she’s messed around with.” Johnny sounds sure of himself. “And when you kissed me, man, it seemed like you wanted it.”

“It doesn’t matter.” You say then, reaching for Seonghwa. “Remember what we talked about the other day? About things changing after this weekend. They don’t have to change.”

“What are you talking about?” Johnny asks. He looks between you and Seonghwa.

Seonghwa groans and pushes his face into the pillow.

You make the choice to explain. “The other day Seonghwa was telling me he was worried that doing this was going to change things. He said he liked where we’re at with the three of us, but it’s not like we’ve really put a name to what we’re doing.”

Johnny frowns at that. “I’ve been calling you my girlfriend when I talk about you to the guys for a while. Like, I love you. I spend almost all of my free time with you. Is that not what we are?”

“Yeah, I mean. That’s what he was saying sort of. Like, am I his girlfriend? If I’m his girlfriend, if I’m your girlfriend, then what does that make the two of you to each other?”

Seonghwa makes another muffled noise into the pillow.

“My boyfriend,” Johnny answers simply. “You’re my girlfriend, he’s my boyfriend. Especially if he wants to do more than just share you. You wanna make out, Seonghwa? I’m game. I think when we’ve been sharing our girlfriend for months, when we got a hotel room together to pamper her, when we make plans together with the intent of romance at the end, we’re close enough to dating to consider each other like a boyfriend.”

“Good. Now you’re both officially mine.” You shrink down between the covers, happy and very pleased with how things have gone.

“Excuse me?” Johnny laughs. “We’re yours? I think you have it the wrong way round, baby. You’re mine, remember?” He slides down and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you between his broad arms.

“Don’t lie to yourself, Johnny.” Seonghwa yawns. “She’s got both of us wrapped around her little fingers. We’re hers no matter what.”

You nod and squirm into a comfortable spot, close your eyes, but before you can actually attempt to fall asleep like that, Seonghwa stops you.

“You can’t just fall asleep, sweetheart.” He strokes your cheek. “Go pee. Get a drink of water, then come back to sleep.”

You whine, but you sleepily roll over him and go to the bathroom. You know he’s right. You don’t want a UTI or anything like that. Trust Seonghwa to make sure you do what you’re supposed to. You do all that, and then clamber over him and squirm into the space between your two boyfriends.

Johnny’s already fallen asleep, his hand tucked beneath Seonghwa’s cheek sweetly. Seonghwa is watching Johnny’s face when you put yourself between them, and then he focuses on you.

“I love you,” he whispers. His eyes shimmer, flicking between your lips and your eyes.

“And I love you.” Your fingers twist with his. He brings your joined hands to his lips, so gentle. “Now sleep. We have plans tomorrow don’t we?”

Seonghwa nods, yawns again, and he drops your joined hands back to the bed, but he doesn’t let go.

You fall asleep like that soon after.

And in the morning you wake twisted between the pair of them. Hot and close but you wouldn’t have it any other way. A sticky honey-golden sunrise fills the room with sweet morning light, revealing all the shapes and shadows of the three of you blending together into one great lovely knot beneath the sheets.

a/n: I have mixed feelings about how I ended this, but I think (I hope) it’s good enough. Originally, I’d always wanted Minghao to be the third guy, but after that twitter poll, y’all changed my mind to Bang Chan and also Changkyun, and then I was talking to @vernon-van-chwe about this story idea and there came the ideo of Wooseok and Chanyeol as other large idols, and I considered having y/n just sleep with all of them, sometimes with johnhwa sometimes without, maybe even a female idol or two, but that would’ve been a massive undertaking, so in the end this is what was created

I hope, if you read the whole thing, you were satisfied with it. Please, let me know what you thought. Likes, reblogs, comments, they’re all always appreciated 💗

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