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soobnny · 2 years ago

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eighteen — kim seungmin.

trope. best friends to lovers. college au. slow burn. angst. fluff.

synopsis. it takes you a while to realize being known is being loved, and kim seungmin just so happens to be an expert in the study of you.

word count: 19.8k words

warnings. just extreme slow burn. some curse words. sexual jokes. drinking and being intoxicated.

note. again my self indulgent take on seungmin in college :)

one.

Kim Seungmin has a habit of blowing up your phone every chance he gets. So, it really isn’t anything new to wake up to a million notifications from your best friend.

The range of apps from which he bothers you is astronomical.

(Instagram): _seungmin mentioned you in a comment: @ynbread lmao this video reminded me of u cos ure an idiot

(Tiktok): seungmin mentioned you in a comment: @ynbread us

(Twitter): seungmin replied to your tweet: I’m hungry can u reply to my messages

But nothing, absolutely nothing, can beat the 56 messages and 9 missed calls on your phone. You’d think it was an emergency if not for his last message, shining brightly through your screen.

minnie: i need a new face wash come with me so i can shut up about it 😡

You roll your eyes to yourself, skimming through the notifications on your lock screen without really opening them. It’s mostly just a series of Seungmin asking you if you were awake every hour with a few whining in between about how he’s bored and how you need to wake up.

While you’re laughing at his overdramatic messages (has he been hanging out with Hyunjin too much these days?), you accidentally unleash a storm upon yourself.

You hadn’t meant to click on one of the notifications, and now a taunting “read” is on the bottom of his messages.

Big mistake.

All hell is about to break lose.

The moment Kim Seungmin receives the small indication that you’re finally awake, his face flashes on your screen almost immediately in a Facetime call. It’s tempting to decline his call in favor of burying your face back into your pillows, but the clock reads 11am and you have an annoying best friend that needs your attention. You know never to ignore Seungmin. You’ve learned that the hard way.

Swiping on accept, his head of fluffy hair pops up on your screen. “Finally! What took you so long?” His phone angle shifts so his face shows now – it seems like he’s outside as he’s looking left and right before crossing somewhere.

“Sleeping.” You rub your eyes, propping your phone against a box of tissues so he can see you while you fix your bed.

“Didn’t wanna wake up cause you were dreaming of me?” You can hear the laughter in his voice.

Appropriately, you respond by gifting him your middle finger. “You wish.”

“Did you sleep well?” You hum in response even though you doubt he could hear you amidst the noise outside and the shuffling of your bedsheets. “What did you need?” You grab your phone from your nightstand, walking towards your refrigerator to get a glass of water.

“Face wash. You’re coming with me. Oh, and bring an umbrella, it’s drizzling a little.”

“Gonna have to raincheck.”

Second big mistake.

“Why?” He drawls his question, whining and pushing his phone deeper towards his face so you can see his visible disapproval at your response.

“Seungmin, I just woke up. It’s gonna take me forever to get ready, and you’re already outside.”

There’s a lack of response from his end after a few seconds. When you look back at your phone screen, he seems preoccupied. “Minnie?”

“Wait, wait. I have to hang up, give me a second.”

You tilt your head in confusion, but you don’t say anything else. This was a rare moment when you got to escape from Seungmin’s evil clutches of always dragging you along when he goes out. Looking through your closet for a change of clothes after you shower, you jump at the sudden and very rushed pounding on your door.

You should’ve known better.

Opening the door, a breathless Seungmin slips past the space before pushing your door closed. “Why was Crazy Karen on shift today?” He falls face first on your couch, still heaving after the cardio he’d done to sprint towards your unit.

Seungmin’s been quite the expert at sneaking into your very ‘strict with visitors’ building. Not only has he befriended Derek (the security guard on duty when it wasn’t Karen), he’s gone through every possible entrance and has mastered the way to your door. He’s been doing it for the past three years, to the point you’re convinced he could navigate his way around blindfolded.

Funnily enough, he was basically a criminal in your building. Karen (Crazy Karen, as Seungmin likes to call her) has been trying to catch him for forever. You’re convinced that one more push from Seungmin and she’d be printing flyers with his face on it with a clear “BANNED” message in red bold font and taping it on the walls of your building.

Seungmin’s been able to escape her for months now. Though, despite being an expert vigilante, he still has his lapses. And today, he hadn’t been aware that Karen was on duty. “(Name), she hates me!”

“She hates everyone.” You deadpan. Seungmin’s always found it disturbing that Karen didn’t like him. He was an angel in everyone’s eyes – your parents, Derek the security guard, your professors, your friends. If only they knew better.

With the thousands of people that adore him, Seungmin doesn’t know why Karen was such a tough egg to crack. Maybe she knew better, that your best friend is the devil incarnate, but the devil incarnate that you adore.

“How’d you get here so quickly? Wait… were you already on your way here before I picked up your call?” You ask pointedly, leaning against the wall and furrowing your eyebrows at Seungmin who still hasn’t left your couch, instead making himself comfortable by draping his legs across the armrest and hugging your throw pillow to his chest.

“Yes, cause you were ignoring me!” The pout on his face is so exaggerated, you would’ve smacked it off if you didn’t have the biggest crush on him.

“I wasn’t ignoring you. I was sleeping!”

“Tomato, tomato. Same thing.”

You concede the argument with a sigh because God forbid he lost an argument to you. “Anyways, (name).” He’s whining again, staring at you while you skim through your clothes. “I’m so hungry, I could eat your couch.”

“You do you, I guess.”

“Do you hate me?”

“Only sometimes.”

This was the funny thing about your friendship with Seungmin. From an outsider’s perspective, they would’ve sworn you two disliked each other – from your pointed responses and backhanded comments towards one another. However, through the lens of your shared friends, they knew you completed each other. Nobody (aside from Minho, and occasionally Jeongin) could match your best friend’s personality quite well, and absolutely nobody could get him as soft as you could. It’s reserved for your eyes only.

Chan jokes around that Seungmin should never drive you away because he’s finally found someone who gets along with him terribly well aside from them. He agrees, but he would never outwardly admit it out loud to his friends or to you. But deep down, he knows that you two understand every inch of each other like you’re a reflection of one another.

With that said, he wouldn’t want to spend his time buying face wash with anyone else.

When he suddenly gets off the couch, you look at him suspiciously. He’s walking in your direction now, beaming with his eyes squinting and lips curving up and hair falling perfectly on his forehead – he looks so cute that your heart starts feeling something you can’t quite identify. “(Name).”

“Seungmin.” He grabs your hands without warning and your heart catapults out of your chest.

“Come with me to buy face wash and we can eat lunch together. Please please, cause I’m your best friend and you can’t say no to me.” Seungmin defends his case like a lawyer desperate to win.

He leans in impossibly closer to your face as a vindictive tactic to get you to say yes, and you’re embarrassed to admit it’s working. You tell yourself you’re only agreeing so he would stop fiddling with your fingers with his perfectly crafted hands and looking at you with his stupid, pretty eyes.

“Fine, now let go of me so I can get a change of clothes. Besides, aren’t you like the number one Touch Hater anyway?”

Seungmin smiles triumphantly to himself, slipping his hands from yours. “How narcissistic of you to think you’re the only one I enjoy holding. I like Kkami too! And Soonie, and Doongie–”

“Why am I being classified with your friends’ pets?”

Kim Seungmin doesn’t admit that you’re the only person he likes to hold. Instead, he shrugs and pushes you towards your bathroom so you could hurry up and he can finally buy his face wash.

two.

The next time Kim Seungmin blows up your notifications is after you’ve just finished your last class of the week.

He’s already waiting for you outside your building, leaning against a lamp post and scrolling through dog videos on Tiktok with a few quokka appearances.

The algorithm confuses Seungmin in that it’s so fast to pick up the videos you’ve liked – even if it was just one. He’s pretty sure he’s only getting these rather abundant quokka videos because Jisung had borrowed his phone once and probably liked a Tiktok. Now it’s everywhere to the point that Seungmin could probably tell you at least 5 facts about them.

He’s been standing there for a good 10 minutes now. He has given up on texting you to ask when your classes end (he reasons your professor must have overtime again), instead just adding a shit ton of videos to his “dog” collection on Tiktok.

When you exit the building with some of your blockmates, you feel your heartbeat pick up its pace at the sight of Seungmin in his oversized gray Dodgers hoodie (one of your personal favorites to steal) and some light washed pants with his cute smile and messy hair.

He looks a little embarrassed, as if he wants the earth to swallow him up right then and there. You suppose it’s because he’s been standing there awkwardly, having to look at people in the passing while waiting for you.

Once you appear though, the embarrassment fizzles away and Seungmin is making his way towards you with his hands buried deep in the pockets of his hoodie.

“One more overtime and I’m gonna have to report that professor.”

“You’re just saying that cause you’re impatient and you hate having to wait for five minutes.”

“10 minutes. I waited ten minutes today.” You laugh at the boy, attention wavering when your friends bid their goodbyes to you and Seungmin. You wave politely, and Seungmin mimics you, smiling sheepishly and waving back.

You know they’re tripping over themselves after Seungmin smiles and waves back at them. You’ve been told multiple times by your blockmates that your best friend looks like a walking dream – the campus crush from the International Law and Legal Studies building.

You don’t disagree, it’s not exactly like you were blind. Every time you’d walk with Seungmin anywhere, he was bound to get some attention from the people around you.

There are multiple admirers lining up for your best friend, shaking as they make their way up to him just to say ‘hi’ or purposely standing near him during college events. It also doesn’t help that his whole friend group were the campus crush from their respective majors.

Too bad for your blockmates and the multiple people lining up willing to donate their kidneys though. Seungmin doesn’t care much about anything and anyone outside his carefully selected circle.

He’s polite, smiling back and waving and holding small conversations but there’s always a hint of disinterest when they’d try to keep the conversation longer than he’d like. He isn’t stupid and knows there’s always an ulterior motive to get with him. He knows how easy it is to mistake politeness for interest.

“Come on, I want coffee.” How demonic is it to have a friend who’s convinced he’s Bill Gates’ son with the amount of times he’s asked you to eat out.

Seungmin pushes you forward by placing a hand on the small of your back, his other hand clutching his messenger bag, guiding you to walk ahead along the sidewalks of your university.

He makes sure you’re on the safer side of the road, bumping you to move to the side.

You stop in your tracks, shaking your head at the boy and he looks at you with utter confusion. “I’m not coming with you to buy overpriced coffee. I’ve used up all my allowance for the week.”

“Waited for you for ten minutes just to be rejected. Ouch.”

“Sucks to be you.”

You’re about to say your goodbye to your best friend, heels shifting to walk the other way when his hand easily wraps around your wrist, pulling you back to where he’s stood. You slap his hand away, pointing an accusatory finger at his direction. “You are not gonna convince me. Not again.”

Screw him and his large hands and how easy it is for him to maneuver them back around your wrist to keep you in place. “I’ll pay, just come with me.”

You surrender in an instant. Who were you to pass on free coffee?

Seungmin smiles victoriously when you start walking by his side again before his face falls in a pout, going off in a tangent about how you’re only willing to hangout with him if he’s paying and how he’s too young to be your sugar daddy.

You sigh in relief when you reach the campus coffee shop, the strong aroma of coffee immediately filling your senses as Seungmin breathes out in delight.

Going straight to the counter, he orders himself an Iced Americano before turning to look at you. “Just the usual?” You nod your head, moving away to find a seat for the both of you.

Every time you’re in a coffee shop (which is, a lot), you’re reminded of the first time you met Seungmin.

He was working part time at a coffee shop, trying to save some money for college and you were merely a customer. He had accidentally knocked the - thankfully, cold - coffee all over you. In compensation, he begs for your order again so he could make it for free.

He still knows your coffee order by heart up until today.

Taking both of your orders, Seungmin moves to settle back to wherever you’re seated when he spots Jisung and Changbin sitting at your table as well.

He should’ve known they’d be here today – they practically lived on coffee. Seungmin supposes this is what double majoring in Music Management and with Music Theory and Composition looks like.

“Not you two again.” Seungmin fakes exasperation, standing by Jisung who’s seated next to you before shooing him away, claiming that Jisung was in his spot. Jisung simply smirks knowingly before shuffling towards the seat next to Changbin.

“So, I have a funny story.” When Changbin speaks up, Jisung is quick to clasp a hand over his mouth.

“We don’t have a funny story.” He counters Changbin’s claim pointedly, shaking his head and glaring at his best friend.

But who could open up a topic and not proceed around Seungmin? He’ll pull up every piece of blackmail he has on his phone, appropriately labeled “to use against friends” and start threatening you. Absolutely no one can escape Seungmin, and that’s how you find Changbin telling the story of how someone had kissed Jisung and when she pulled away, all he did was say “thank you”.

“Who says that after kissing someone?” Your laughter triggers a smile on Seungmin’s face, too busy observing you to make fun of Jisung. He’ll save that for later when you walk home together. For now, the sight of you laughing is too enchanting to look away from.

Jisung, on the other hand, ignores your question. He’s already embarrassed enough.

“I don’t know! I was nervous! My brain doesn’t work sometimes, you know?” Jisung’s running his hand through his hair in frustration, desperately trying to defend himself, hands moving inanimately while speaking.

“Your brain doesn’t work all the time.” Seungmin retorts and the boy pouts at his younger friend.

“Can we talk about something else?”

You, in fact, do not talk about anything else much to Jisung’s dismay. On your way back home, Changbin brings it up again after jokingly kissing Jisung’s cheek and saying “thank you” right after.

A heavy arm swings around your shoulder, Seungmin pulling you towards him as he lets his other friends be with their teasing. You look up at your best friend, shifting your attention back to the ground when you meet his gaze.

You’re walking slightly ahead of the two boys, and Seungmin’s just asking you how your day was. He always does this. Every time he walks you back to your building, he’d always ask how your day went.

This might have stemmed from your first and only huge argument – when you kept your feelings to yourself because you didn’t want to be a bother to him. Seungmin’s made sure to create a comfortable space for you to vent to him ever since.

When you talk, Seungmin listens attentively. You don’t know if you love or hate it. It’s a little difficult to recount what happened in your day when he’s looking at you like that. Seungmin may tease you a lot, but you know he cares a lot and one of his ways of showing that is by listening to you.

Your quiet conversation is cut short when the two boys catch up with you, Jisung’s eyes narrow at Seungmin while he walks backward so he’s in front of Seungmin. “How come you like touching (name) and not us?”

“Don’t say it like that, you sound like a perv.” Changbin smacks the back of his head and Jisung giggles when his choice of words dawn on him.

“Sorry. I mean, how come you’re not disgusted to initiate physical contact with her! What about me?”

(Because I like her, Seungmin thinks but doesn’t actually say).

Instead, Seungmin smirks, keeping his arm around you before teasing his older friend. “Aw, is our Jisung getting jealous? Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand once we drop (name) off.”

“Actually?” Jisung beams at what Seungmin says and he halts his steps, instead walking forward with his hand outstretched towards where Seungmin’s standing.

“No, fuck off! I was kidding!” You laugh when Seungmin detaches himself from you so he can properly run away from Jisung who’s desperate to hold the young boy’s hand.

It’s in moments like these, when the feeling of his arm around your shoulder still lingers, and Jisung’s words echo in your head (why does he only hold you?), and Changbin’s nudging your side knowingly, that makes you think.

Could you possibly mean something more to Seungmin? The way that he means to you?

three.

Apart from your notifications, Kim Seungmin has a habit of blowing up your ears.

You hear him before you see him. Winter seems startled at the sudden screech of your name from the other side of the street, laughing quietly to herself when she spots Seungmin running at you in full speed. She pays no mind when Seungmin latches himself around you, waving at her after finding a comfortable spot to rest his chin (on top of your head).

“That felt like it came out of a movie.”

You’re still waiting for your food with Winter by the food truck. Seungmin doesn’t seem to mind the wait. Despite learning over the years that he was impatient and usually annoyed at anyone and everything that made him wait, he’s also come to realize that he doesn’t mind the wait when it comes to you. Why else would he wait for you despite your professor being well known for always going past his allotted time?

He couldn’t do that for anyone else.

“What are your plans after here?” Seungmin directs the question towards the both of you, slowly unhooking himself from around you to look at the menu of the food truck.

“Might go to the mall and buy some airpods.” Winter mumbles, pulling her bucket hat down in embarrassment as Seungmin stares at her in disbelief. “Wow. You said that as if you’re just buying a pencil or something.”

“No! What happened is that… I thought I left my airpods in my mom’s car. But look at this.” She pulls out her phone, showing the notification that said ‘French fries (the name of her airpods) is far from the user’. “So I think I must’ve left it on the plane when I was coming back here from the academic break.”

Winter’s pouting now at the thought of her upcoming big purchase. “I can’t survive without them. How am I supposed to tune everyone out?”

“Order for Winter.” The conversation is cut abruptly by the man at the food truck with your orders. You break out in a smile at the sight of the food, taking it from Winter and whispering a quick ‘thank you’.

“Spending money is so easy, but saving feels like a war.” Winter adds before she smells her food, mirroring the smile on your face and taking a bite out of the hard-shell taco she ordered. Seungmin looks around for a place to sit, spotting a bench not too far. “Come on, you girls need to sit.”

Ever the gentleman, Seungmin carries your drinks for you while you eat your food and walk to the bench he had spotted. Taking your seats, Winter pats your thigh and nods her head. “You got yourself a good one. I approve.”

You’re confused for a moment before you feel the heat creep up from your neck to your entire face. Thank God Seungmin didn’t hear Winter implying that she approved of him as your boyfriend. If he did, he pretended not to hear.

However, he isn’t blind and can see your impossibly red face in abruptness.

“Woah, do you need something to drink?” He grabs his water bottle from his bag, unscrewing the cap and nudging it to your general direction. You gratefully take it from him, chugging down his water to try and cool yourself down. Winter all but giggles, pretending she didn’t almost trigger you to choke down on your food.

The next few minutes are spent in silence with you and Winter savoring your food and Seungmin scrolling through his phone to check if he had any deadlines he missed. One of his hands rests naturally on your thigh, as if it was the most normal thing.

When Winter finishes her food, she abruptly gets up from her seat, facing the both of you. “I’m gonna get going now so I can buy the airpods and wallow in my dorm until I fall asleep.” Your face scrunches up in amusement, nodding your head and getting up from your seat to give her a quick hug. “Take care! Text me when you get home.”

“I hope you get me for Secret Santa this year!” Seungmin earns a soft punch from Winter at his side comment before she’s off to the mall. Seungmin’s quick to pull you back down on the bench when Winter leaves, scooting so there’s almost no space between the two of you.

“Do you have plans after here?” You hum, trying to think if you needed to be somewhere. Chewing down on your bottom lip, you shake your head. “I don’t think so.”

“Good. You’re eating dinner with me. And don’t worry, I know what you’re thinking. We’re just going to the cafeteria on campus. I’m not gonna rob you off of your allowance.” You laugh in approval, taking another bite down your taco before tilting your body so you’re facing Seungmin, offering some up to your best friend.

“You want some?” You find he’s staring somewhere else instead of the food you had pushed up to his face. Trying to follow his gaze, you tilt your head with wide, doe-eyes before looking back to see if there was something behind you. “What are you looking at?”

Seungmin clears his throat, snapping out of his daydream. “Nowhere. Just…” You’ve never seen Seungmin this hesitant before. He’s pulling at the sleeves of the green sweater he’s wearing, looking around before he fixes his gaze on you again.

Without warning, he sticks his thumb out to wipe something at the corner of your lips.

“You had some sauce on your lips.” He’s looking straight ahead now, avoiding your eyes, as if he didn’t just leave you dumbfounded. “Close your mouth. You look like a fish.” Only then do you realize your lips have parted a little at his sudden actions.

And then, just like Winter, he abruptly gets up. You don’t notice the redness at the tip of his ears when he leans down to pinch your cheeks. “Jeongin says he needs me. I’ll meet you for dinner, okay?”

You don’t tell him you know that Jeongin’s still in class right now.

four.

When you arrive, Kim Seungmin is already there, waving you over to where he’s seated.

It’s packed, as usual, filled with college kids that lived in the dorm areas around the campus. However, Seungmin still finds a seat for the both of you.

Slipping past numerous sleep-deprived college kids, you make your way to your best friend. He greets you with a quick side hug before he’s pushing the best selling mango shake of your cafeteria in your direction. “Oh my god, they weren’t sold out?”

Every student in your university knows that The Sunshine Harvest’s mango shake was the best drink ever made in mankind. It’s the stall with the longest line in your cafeteria which explains why it always sells out so fast. Everyone would rush to the cafeteria after their last class just to buy a cup – and it was budget friendly. You’ve long given up on buying one (after months) as your schedule never lined up to when there were still some left. You complained about it all the time to Seungmin.

“It wasn’t sold out when I got there. Probably is now.” He shrugs, trying to act nonchalant even though your smile is tipping him over the edge.

All you did was smile, and Seungmin’s forgotten everything he’s supposed to say or do. It was definitely worth waiting in line for 30 minutes, he concludes.

Happily sipping on your shake, you ask Seungmin if you should start lining up at the food stalls to get dinner. He simply nods his head, telling you to go ahead so he could look after your seats while you search for what you want to eat. Seungmin takes the small time he has alone to calm down.

Then, he receives a phone call from you.

“Do you want pizza?”

“Pizza’s fine.”

“Okay, I’ll buy us pizza.”

“When you finish ordering, just come here and give me the receipt, okay? I’ll wait for it.”

“Minnie, you’re quite literally the most impatient man on this planet. I can do it.”

“And you had a long day of classes today. Get your ass back here.”

Within minutes, you’re back at your seat and Seungmin’s sitting you down, taking the receipt from your hands. “Good girl.” He ruffles your hair, dropping his hand right after to squish your pouting cheeks before he’s off to wait for your pizza.

You drop your head on the table immediately after he leaves. Something in the way he said ‘good girl’ has your heart racing, and you can hear him tell you the table’s dirty but you cannot function at the moment so your face takes the consequence of Seungmin’s words.

Moments later, Seungmin returns with your pizza, setting it down on the table before taking his seat across from you. There’s still steam blowing from the pizza from how recent it was baked, and you hear your stomach grumble at the sight. You start to fiddle with your fingers, contemplating whether you should wait for it to cool down or grab a slice right now.

It looks so tempting to take a bite off.

“Don’t.” Before you can even proceed with your devious plan, you feel Seungmin flick your forehead as if he knows what you’re thinking. It’s because he does. Seungmin has memorized your body language. He knows you want to take a slice, and he also knows it’s still hot, and your tongue’s gonna burn, and you’re going to regret it. You slump back in your seat in defeat.

Seungmin considers himself a genius when it comes to the study of you. While was a stellar student in his school subjects, nothing will come close to the extent of knowledge he has on you. He’s learned about you for years, to the point he thinks he might know you better than he knows himself. He can read you like an open book – his open book. He knows that when the tip of your ears turn red, it means you’re angry. He knows you fiddle with your fingers when you’re bored. He knows you’re one of the few people who puts milk before the cereal (he’s sworn to keep that secret safe with him).

If Seungmin were to write his thesis paper about you, he was sure he’d get a perfect mark. He’s been unknowingly tucking little things he loved about you in his heart, which is why he waited those thirty damn minutes just to buy you that stupid mango shake that you loved so much.

He’s looking at you now, staring intensely at the pizza as if it'll cool down faster if you sent it a threatening glare. He smiles to himself, where you can’t see, and he thinks – “Wow, I really really like her.” And for a moment, he thinks he’s brave enough to say it out loud, but seconds turn into minutes and the moment passes. Instead, he chooses to roll up the wrapper from your straw and flick it at you to get your attention and tell you it’s okay to eat your pizza now.

And you smile, immediately going in to take a slice. You smile, and Seungmin thinks he never wants to go a day without seeing you smile. He forgives himself for not being able to tell you how he feels right now. He thinks he still has time. He still has so much time in the world to confess to you.

“It’s still hot. Careful, okay?” You take a bite and immediately wave a hand in front of your mouth from the heat. He laughs at your eagerness to finish the pizza despite its temperature and he reaches to grab his own slice.

Seungmin wishes he can spend all his dinners like this.

It isn’t long before Seungmin’s walking you home. Despite living in the dorms within campus, he still pushes to walk you back to your building that’s a little outside of the campus. “I’ll walk you home. Come on.”

On the way back, you spot the campus cats and dogs. You squeal at the sight of them, immediately crouching down and calling at them to come to where you and Seungmin are. The cats come mewling by your feet. Seungmin mirrors you and crouches down to pick one up in his arms, checking their collars and cooing audibly. “Hello, mushroom.”

“Oh, she’s so cute.” You stand back up to pet the little kitten in Seungmin’s arms. She reminds you of one of Minho’s cats. Minho would love her. And then, you gasp. You spot the cutest golden retriever puppy, scratching at his collar. Seungmin puts the kitten down to follow you towards where the puppy’s sitting.

“Hello there…” You take a quick glimpse at his collar. “Fang. What a cute name.” You speak in a soft voice, lifting him up gently in your arms. Fang seems to immediately melt in your touch the moment you pick him up and give him some head rubs.

Mushroom’s meowing in jealousy when Seungmin gives his attention elsewhere.

“Want me to rub your back? Or give you some belly rubs?” You smile sweetly, moving your hard towards his back and moving your fingers along his fur. “Minnie. Do you ever think about how easy it is to steal them?”

He laughs at your proposition, giving it a thought. “Maybe sometimes. I’m already a criminal in your building. Might as well be a criminal on campus too.” Seungmin joins you to rub behind Fang’s ears, a smile creeping up on his face.

“It’s getting late. We’re gonna have to go.” Seungmin says gently and you pout as you put the boy down. “I wish I could put you in my bag and take you home. You’re such a good boy.” You bid your goodbye to the puppy before letting him down.

“That just made my entire day.” You say to no one in particular as you wave one last time to the cats and dogs who go back to playing amongst themselves.

On the rest of the way back, Seungmin complains about Minho and his Criminal Law professor, and you talk about the long list of long tests and quizzes you have lined up for next week. Conversation with Seungmin always comes so easy. And when he sees your building, he makes it a point to slow down his pace so you can finish your story about the time Ryujin put red dye in Chaeryeong’s shampoo bottle. And he listens.

With you, it’s easy to forget time.

You finish your story just in time. Seungmin won’t tell you he tried to time it perfectly so you wouldn’t be interrupted while you happily shared the story.

“Goodnight idiot. Don’t pull another all nighter.” As usual, Seungmin’s fingers find their way to pinch your cheeks before pushing you towards the glass doors of your building. You laugh when you notice Seungmin’s eyes brighten at the sight of Derek, and he immediately sends a wave to his favorite security guard which Derek happily returns.

“Goodnight. Walk home safely!”

On the way back to his dorms, Seungmin’s phone buzzes from the pocket of his jeans. It's a notification from Jeongin.

(Instagram): maknaeontop mentioned you in a comment: @_seungmin isnt this u with yn LOL

The post reads: “I’ll walk with you” is just an excuse to spend more time with someone before they go and that’s romantic as fuck.

Seungmin rolls his eyes and locks his phone before shoving it in the pockets of his jeans. How convenient is Jeongin’s timing to tag him in that post after he just walked you home.

five.

Kim Seungmin also enjoys complaining a lot. Despite being the one to offer his help, he’s holding up quite an attitude while he’s carrying your laundry to the laundry shop.

You were simply just texting each other, and you happened to tell him you were going to be doing your laundry today, and how you were dreading the long walk while carrying your shit ton of dirty clothes. That’s how you find Kim Seungmin waiting for you outside your building, taking his sweet time glaring at Karen.

“Seungmin in the building!” His arms are open when he greets you and you fall into them in an instant. Seungmin rarely offers to hug you first so you take the moment to wrap your arms around him and stay in his embrace. Although, his enthusiasm doesn’t hold though when he’s carrying two bags of laundry on each of his shoulders and you’re walking to the laundry shop together.

“You seriously didn’t have to do this.”

“You would’ve suffered from extreme shoulder and back pains, and I would’ve had to hear about it for the rest of the day. I’m doing myself a favor.”

You roll your eyes and the conversation falls silent. A comfortable silence.

You take the moment to look Seungmin over. He’s just wearing a white shirt and some sweatpants, and yet he looks like the most beautiful person on the planet. That’s Seungmin for you. He could wear anything and make it work.

Fuck, he’s an alarm clock, and you’re so dazed by the way his hair looks like fluffy auburn under the sun, and how the outline of his chest is easy to see through his white shirt, and how his muscles are flexing from the weight of the bags he’s carrying. Since when did he start going to the gym? Was he always this tall?

He looks painfully dashing and you’re unaware that you’ve made it to the laundry shop until Seungmin’s snapping his fingers in front of your face to get your attention. “Huh, wait. Sorry.” You flush in embarrassment at being caught daydreaming.

“Lost you for a second there.”

You immediately get to work. You’ve already separated your clothes prior to coming here, so you begin to pour two caps of laundry detergent into the washer. Seungmin mirrors your actions so you can finish your laundry earlier. Pile by pile, you start adding your clothes to the washer and push the knob to turn it to normal cycle setting.

While waiting, you and Seungmin simply sit on the floor and lean against the wall, staring at the washer with your head resting on his shoulder and your legs outstretched on the ground.

You wonder when you should do your groceries. Maybe on Tuesday after your 1pm long test? You don’t think you have anything else to do on that day. Has Seungmin finished doing his groceries or would he want to come with you? You think he has a full day of classes on Tuesday.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Huh, what?” You pull your head away from his shoulder, and Seungmin regrets asking what’s on your mind. It’s too late to double down though.

“You were chewing on your lips. Assumed you were deep in thought.” You don’t know how chewing your lips has anything to do with being deep in thought. Have you always chewed down on your lips when you were thinking of something? Seungmin curses himself for letting that slip out so easily.

“Just thinking about when I should do my groceries.” Seungmin quickly dismisses the topic in fear of his feelings being caught. It doesn’t seem like you want to talk much about groceries either. So, you fall back in your comfortable silence and your head is back on his shoulder and a smile instantly crawls its way to Seungmin’s lips while he leans his head on yours.

“Why does it seem like it’s taking longer than usual?” You whine, staring at the washer with your eyes squinted a little. You look at the clock to see how much time has passed by and then back at the washer as if it’d speed up if you did. “Yeah, I’m tired of hanging out with you.”

Seungmin’s head falls when you pull your own head back to stick your tongue out at him. He just chuckles at you, linking his arm around you so he can pull you back. “Come back. I was comfortable.” He wraps an arm around you so he can push your head back on his shoulder and your heart skips a beat when he nuzzles his head against yours once again.

“Shouldn’t have said you were tired of hanging out with me then.” You mumble, afraid that your voice would quiver if you spoke any louder. Seungmin simply dismisses you with a wave of his head. “Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry.”

Time always moves faster when you’re actually enjoying the moment because a few minutes pass and the washer stops, and now you have to take your clothes out and place them in the dryer.

Seungmin stays, telling you he’d help with folding up your clothes and bringing them back to your building – which is exactly what he does when the dryer finishes. And somehow, folding your clothes has turned into a competition between the two of you when he’s claiming he can fold much more than you can.

He wins.

“It’s just because you have big hands!”

“Your argument makes no sense.”

“It does so! See, see. Look.”

You lift your hand mid-air, explaining to him why more work can be done with less effort if you have big hands compared to having smaller hands. It’s like walking less steps when you have longer legs. You’re not sure you’re making sense yourself, and you’re definitely not sure how to function when Seungmin reaches to meet his hand with yours.

His hands are big.

“You do have tiny baby hands. Are your hands smaller than Felix’s?” The moment feels way too intimate for you. While you’re just comparing hand sizes, it's the warmth of his hands that catch you off guard and the feeling that you wouldn’t mind feeling his hand like this every day.

Seungmin thinks about how easy it’d be to just intertwine your hands together.

“Uh… I don’t know. We’ll have to see.” You instantly pull your hand back, packing your folded clothes back in your bags. You don’t know why your face won’t stop smiling at what just happened so you bury your head deep into the bags so Seungmin can’t see how red your cheeks are.

“They’re definitely smaller. You don’t have to check.”

Seungmin doesn’t admit either that he doesn’t want you to press your hand against Felix’s like you did with his.

six.

Even when you’re not together physically, he still finds a way to annoy you.

“That’s what phones are made of!” He explains over the phone while you’re grocery shopping. Seungmin doesn’t seem to mind that his only view in your Facetime call is your double chin and the piles of food behind you.

“What are you doing grocery shopping on a Sunday anyway? Isn’t this your sleeping day?” He says as if it was a matter-of-fact. “There are no rules stating I can’t grocery shop on a Sunday.” You deadpan before grabbing a bottle of shampoo from the shelves.

The old lady looks at you like you’re crazy and you blush in embarrassment, pulling your cart away and moving to another section of the shop. It must look like you’re talking to yourself.

“You’re stressed, aren’t you?” Seungmin shifts from his position so he’s sitting up and he can hear you better which catches your attention. “So maybe I am a little.” You grab some toilet paper before you start to walk to the frozen section.

“You know you can talk to me, right? I’m always here to carry the weight with you.” You smile at the rare words of affirmation from your best friend. It was never his love language. He showed his affection through his acts of service, so you appreciate that he’s lowering down his teasing to genuinely comfort you while you’re stressed.

“I know. It’s just…” So you talk to him.

You rant to your best friend while you’re walking around the grocery store, and while numerous other old ladies and men look at you like you need to seek psychiatric help. You tell him about your blockmates and how they rarely put in work during group projects and activities. Seungmin knows it’s bothering you more than ever now since exams are nearing. That meant so were a shit ton of project deadlines.

“Need me to talk to them?” You laugh, dismissing him while you examine the ice cream flavors available. “That’s just embarrassing for me. Though, I’ll admit they’d be scared shitless if The Kim Seungmin scolded them.” You lean down to pick up the Rocky Road tub for yourself and a Mint Choco for Seungmin.

“Don’t talk about me like I’m all that. I’m just… Minnie.” Your heart warms at how he uses your nickname for him. “And I’m serious. I won’t hesitate talking to them if you need someone to knock some sense into them.” Your best friend scoffs at the thought of your group mates and the unnecessary amount of stress they’re putting you in.

“It’s alright. I’ll handle them. Do you need anything?” Your grocery list has long been crashed out and discarded in your pocket, now just looking around to see if there was anything else you could fit in your budget.

“Do you think you can get me some eggs?” You hum, moving towards where the dairy products are. “Just one carton?” You ask, skimming through them before grabbing a dozen upon Seungmin’s approval.

When he tells you he doesn’t need anything else, you move to fall in line so you can pay for your groceries. Only then do you realize that Seungmin’s wearing the fuzzy socks you got for him a few Christmases back.

“I thought you threw those out.”

“Hm?” Seungmin asks you to clarify.

“The socks I gave you as a gift.”

“I would never! They’re my happy socks. Also, wasn’t this the Christmas when you received that Ghibli inspired night light?”

“Yeah! How’d you remember?”

“You were really happy to get it. You would not stop talking about it.” He smiles his Seungmin smile while recalling the memory. You had quite literally screamed when you opened it and Seungmin almost fell out of his ass thinking that you got hurt or injured.

“Best. Gift. Ever.” You stressed every word, looking ahead to see you’re next in line. “I’m taking that as a challenge.”

“Alright. I have to pay. I’ll talk to you later!”

“Text me…”

“I’ll text you when I get home, I know, I know. Bye!” You hang up the call just in time for the person before you to finish and you start loading your items on the counter. When you exit the shop, you spot Felix with his own bag of groceries as well.

He greets you enthusiastically the moment he spots you, going in to give you a short hug and a small pat on your head. He’s smiling his sunshine smile as the two of you walk through the large shop together, and he’s kind enough to offer to carry one of your shopping bags for you as you exit. You decide to just take the train back to campus together as he lives in one of the in-campus dorms as well.

“Soooo… you and Seungmin together yet?” Felix stabs the silence with a knife, immediately going in for the kill. You scrunch your face, shaking your head as you look at him with your eyes squinted. “Felix.”

“No, but like! He’s always so happy when he’s with you. And even when you’re not around, he goes on and on about you. I’m pretty sure Changbin knew everything about you before he even met you.”

“Don’t give me false hope.” You nibble on your lip, looking down at your groceries as Felix navigates the both of you towards the train station.

Felix pauses, a small hand on your back to make sure he doesn’t lose you in the crowd of people waiting to catch the train. “It’s not false hope!” Felix is trying to find a way to properly articulate his thoughts to you. He’s not dumb – he sees the way Seungmin looks at you. Seungmin doesn’t need to tell him.

“Okay, listen to this. So, one time I went to their dorm, right? Cause I was stress-baking and I made too many brownies and I know how much Innie loves them so I went there. It was a little late in the night, and when I walked in about to announce my presence, Seungmin saw me.”

You look at him confused, but let him continue the story.

“Turns out, you had fallen asleep on him while the three of you were watching a movie, and there was this look on his face. I can’t even begin to explain, but he had this look, and he told me to be quiet so I don’t wake you up.”

You just scoff at his story.

“Fine, don’t believe me. One day, I’m gonna say I told you so.” He teases, and a faint smile forms on your face. “Let’s hope I get to hear that.” You feel your heart pumping at the thought. Felix seems really sincere with his words, but you didn’t want to hang onto something you don’t see yourself.

It’s quiet after that when you enter the train. It’s a little packed so there isn’t a seat for you and Felix, but he protectively stands beside you and ghosts an arm around you so you don’t fall when the train accelerates. Felix walks you all the way to your building before he hands you back your grocery bag.

“Bye Felix! Be safe.”

“Bye (name). Go and kiss Seungmin for me!”

“I hate you.”

He waves to you as he leaves and now the thought of kissing Seungmin is stuck in your head. Screw Lee Felix and his endless teasing.

seven.

You don’t see Seungmin until Thursday that week. You’ve been stressed. Really stressed. And Seungmin’s well aware.

He lets you rant to him at night, playing the part of your diary. He lets you be angry, he lets you be annoyed – without shame. He lets you feel every emotion and reminds you you’re valid for feeling that way.

You’re always thankful for Seungmin. You’re appreciative of the way he drops whatever he’s doing at any hint that you’re stressed just so he can listen. He doesn’t say anything while you rant, letting the moment be entirely yours. He simply plays his part as someone who’s there to hold the moment with you because he’s lucky enough to be the one to hear it.

So, on a Thursday, you text him asking if it was okay for you to drop by the dorms. He says yes in an instant, but tells you to come in 2 hours. He must’ve been busy.

But now, two hours later, you’re standing outside his dorm building with the carton of eggs you bought him and some jjajangmyeon. Jeongin, Seungmin’s roommate, is the one who greets you.

“(Name)!”

“Jeongin!”

He rushes to hug you, wrapping his long arms around you and lifting you from the ground just a little before placing you down safely. “How long has it been since you visited us? I’m a little hurt.” He accompanies you to leave your student ID with the guard, holding up the conversation and offering to bring the plastic bag you’re holding.

Jeongin announces your arrival by knocking on the door. How unusual for someone who also lives in that same dorm he’s knocking. Maybe he didn’t bring the keys with him?

There’s a sound of vague stumbling and cursing and rushing around before the door swings open to reveal a sweating Seungmin. “Hey. Long time no see.” He lets out a breath, one you think he’s been holding before he steps aside to let the both of you in. He smiles at you before his eyes land on the plastic Jeongin’s holding.

“My eggs! Thank you.” Seungmin pinches your cheeks in thanks before grabbing the bag from Jeongin who’s still chuckling over Seungmin’s very excited exclamation of his eggs. “And some jjajangmyeon, too? (Name), you sure know your way around my heart.”

“You’re welcome.” You sit yourself on their couch, noticing that the place has been tidied up a little. You laugh at the boys’ effort to clean up before you came over.

“You feeling better?” Seungmin plops down at the spot next to you, fixing his gaze on you.

“A little.” (Way better now that I’m here with you–).

“Good. Being stressed ages you faster. You’re already like half fifty or something.”

(--so I can strangle you.)

Jeongin nudges Seungmin suddenly, clearing his throat. You look at the younger boy suspiciously and suddenly Seungmin’s sweating again despite not doing anything. “I have a surprise.”

“You… have a surprise?” You tilt your head in confusion. Seungmin tells you to wait one moment as he waddles towards the door of their bathroom. What surprise could possibly be linked to their bathroom. “Seungmin. I swear to god if you show me one of your shit–”

Then, he opens the door and out comes running… Fang?

“Did you kidnap the campus dog?!” You shoot out of your seat, mouth dropping at the sight of the dog who’s excitedly jumping and demanding for your attention. “I was kidding when I talked about kidnapping them!”

“You said they’d cheer you up no matter what!” Your initial shock dissipates when Fang looks so cute barking and jumping at you, so you sit back down and he immediately hops on their couch to lay down on your lap.

“I helped too.” Jeongin states proudly, sitting on your left so you’re in between him and Seungmin who has taken the spot on your right. “You made the baby help you steal?” Seungmin rolls his eyes, rubbing Fang’s head. “He was more than happy to do it.”

Only then do you allow your heart to explode in your chest. Seungmin actually kidnapped the campus dog to surprise you because you’d been stressed for the week. Your emotions feel heightened, and you feel an overwhelming wave of love wash over you at its purest, unsolicited form.

He did this for you just because. He did it without expecting anything in return. He did it because you briefly mentioned how they made your day when you saw them that one time you ate dinner together.

You can’t do anything but stare at him for a moment, unable to really pay attention to Fang, not that he really needs it. Jeongin’s giving him enough attention by playing around with him. You’re absolutely dumbfounded at the heavy implication of care in his actions. Here he was next to you, holding with him all your feelings you’ve had for years.

“Thank you, Minnie.” You lean in to give him a small kiss on his cheek before you’re getting up to play with Fang and Jeongin. His pretty brown eyes go wide. There’s a deep inhalation while he sits there after you’d kissed his cheek. He’s taken by surprise, almost frozen in his spot.

He’d kidnap all the campus dogs and cats just to feel your lips on his cheek again.

He’s snapped out of his daze by the sound of knocking and almost immediately Jeongin’s rushing Fang back into their bathroom to hide him and their filthy crimes. They were going to return him. They were simply… borrowing.

Seungmin answers the door once Jeongin safely hides the cute puppy.

It’s Lee Minho.

“It’s just Minho!” Minho invites himself inside, waving at you once he spots you. “Why are you here?”

“I invited him so he could cook dinner for us. My wallet’s bleeding and I’m craving a home cooked meal.” Jeongin responds, opening the bathroom door to let Fang out again who instantly warms up to Minho. There’s obvious relief in his voice at not being caught. He was an accessory to the crime after all.

“Only if I get a hug from Seungminie.” Minho’s smirking, inching closer and closer to Seungmin who puts his arms out in front of him to block himself from the boy. “Move! You’re dirty! And don’t call me that.”

Minho all but laughs at Seungmin’s response, already having predicted it. He ignores Seungmin’s passiveness when it comes to affection, choosing instead to pet the puppy by his feet. “I’m not even gonna ask why you stole the campus dog.”

“We’re just borrowing him!”

“Can you steal Mushroom for me too?” Minho pats your head affectionately when he passes by you to make his way to the kitchen, looking through the pots and pans and ingredients to figure out what he’s going to be cooking tonight.

“Depends how much you’re willing to pay me.” Seungmin grins evilly, and Minho all but shakes his head at the younger boy.

It goes on like this for a while. You help Minho out sometimes at the kitchen because Seungmin and Jeongin cannot for the life of them cook without causing a fire, and then Minho pushes you to go back and play with Fang since Seungmin went through all the trouble kidnapping him for you (Jeongin couldn’t keep the secret and told Minho right away why they decided to steal the puppy).

You feel genuine happiness when you’re around them. The feeling remains even when you’ve sat down to eat.

Jeongin and Minho also can’t help but notice the happiness radiating off of Seungmin who’s staring at you and your smile when he thinks no one is looking.

eight.

Kim Seungmin’s friends are basically an extension of yours, like how your friends are an extension of his.

While some are closer with others, you don’t mind each other’s presence. Seungmin’s friend group is way bigger than yours – 8 boys including himself. As for you, you liked sticking with Winter, Chaeryeong, and Ryujin.

Hanging out in the big field of your school was supposed to be only amongst you and the 3 girls, but when the boys caught wind of your plans, they asked if they could tag along.

That’s how you find yourselves sitting on the field’s grass and chatting while some play a variation of volleyball by the side.

Everyone’s doing their own little thing, happy to just spend the afternoon with friends after a long week of classes. Ryujin’s bullying Chan, untying his shoelaces every chance she gets. Chaeryeong and Minho are discussing amongst themselves about their dance showcase coming up since they were both majoring in the same course (with Changbin constantly trying to bother them both – you wish Chaeryeong would punch him again so you could catch it on video this time). Hyunjin’s asking for Winter’s advice since he’s been tinkering with the idea of taking up Fashion Design. The rest of the boys are playing around with the exception of Seungmin who’s laying down on the picnic blanket you’d laid out.

“You mentioned you had a quiz today, right? How was that?” You look down at Seungmin even though he has an arm draped over his eyes to shield them from the sun.

“I think I did alright. Bolted out of there as soon as they started discussing their answers.”

The boy simply laughs, tuning out everyone else in favor of listening to your voice. It doesn’t last long though when Jisung is bothering everyone to play volleyball together. He claims it’s perfect since you were 12 total so exactly 6 people would be on each time like an actual game.

Feeling nice today, you decided to join in on his idea. Jisung is thankful for the support. It’s always his ideas that are turned down – though he’s to blame most of the time. Who thinks swimming in an ice cold lake is a good idea to hangout?

It’s only now that he thinks of something that’s normal to do so everyone gives him a chance.

So, you play. You, Ryujin, Chan, Felix, Minho and Hyunjin in one team and Seungmin, Changbin, Jeongin, Chaeryeong, Winter, and Jisung in another.

Your team wins both rounds. Seungmin’s just complaining about Changbin’s good at nothing while you switch courts to play a third round (even though your team’s already won). “That’s embarrassing.” Minho jests at the opposite team, laughing when Jisung pouts instantly.

“We’re just going to win again. Do you really wanna play another round?” Ryujin joins in on the teasing, finally creating a temporary truce with Chan as they were on the same team.

“Mean!” Chaeryeong remarks before slumping her shoulders. “She’s right though. They’re definitely gonna win again.”

“I hate all of you” are Seungmin’s last words before you play another round. The game goes by really quickly until Jisung accidentally spikes the ball in your direction and he’s immediately down on his knees apologizing to you.

Everyone’s eyes instantly land on Seungmin who’s already making his way to where you’re seated on the ground.

“I’m okay. It’s okay Ji!” Despite your verbal reassurance to everyone, he still places a fond hand on your head before he holds your chin, gently tilting your head on both sides to see if you were hit in the face.

Jisung’s now apologizing to both you and Seungmin.

Chan jumps on the opportunity to start taunting Jisung and how Seungmin was gonna be mad at him and Jisung’s sad attempts at getting the boy to hug him will all be in vain. “Chan, you’re my roommate. I thought you were supposed to be on my side!”

“I’m sorry, the roommate contract doesn’t cover taking your side.”

Seungmin doesn’t let the game continue after that, but nobody really minds, happy to finally take a break from playing.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Doting Seungmin is adorable as he’s wiping the sweat from your forehead, asking you a million times if you were hurt. He tells you it’s because he can’t pay in case you've broken a bone or something. You know better than that.

He was just being his ‘tsundere’ self.

“Yo, you guys ready for the midterms exams soon?” Chan opens up and a loud groan immediately leaves Ryujin’s lips in response. “Don’t even remind me.”

“I’m honestly just excited for the university festival right after.” Felix quips, hugging his knees to his chest. Winter and Hyunjin instantly agree, talking about wanting to help out with the booths.

“I wonder which artists are gonna perform. There’s no lineup yet, right?” Changbin asks, and everyone responds with a variation of ‘no’ or ‘I don’t know’ along with a list of some artists they wished would make an appearance.

“Ya, lovebirds!” Minho calls out to the both of you which catches your attention. “You’re going to the university festival after exams, right?”

Your eyes light up at the mention of the festival and you eagerly nod, completely disregarding how Minho called you lovebirds. Seungmin takes note of your excitement, smiling goofily to himself before replacing it with a straight face upon facing his friends. He knows they’ll never let him live it down if they caught him with that smile on his face.

Seungmin just watches as you start talking about which booths you wished to see and which artists you were hoping to perform, and how you were wondering if there was going to be a fireworks display at night.

Your grin is so wide and fond and excited that Seungmin can’t help but let his own smile unknowingly linger. Minho has a shit-eating grin on his face at the sight.

nine.

Hell week – the week before midterm exams – comes really quick, and soon you find yourself living through Seungmin’s coffee machine and 5 hours of sleep.

The campus library becomes your second home as does a lot of people from numerous departments, studying until ungodly hours and sneaking in cups of hot coffee. So, after eating dinner, you walk the familiar steps towards the library with your best friend.

Seungmin also seems to be running low on sleep, eyes drooping before you even made it to the library. However, ever the top student that he is, he fights through the exhaustion. He’s thankful for the distraction.

Ever since you mentioned your excitement for the university festival and the fireworks display, Seungmin’s mind has been eating at him to use it as the perfect opportunity to confess to you. It’s the only thing that replays in his mind when he isn’t doing anything — all the possible outcomes to a confession and all the possible ways to confess.

So, he’s more than grateful for the distraction.

Not so much the one in front of him right now though. You’ve been at the library for around an hour now, books and papers scattered around the table. Seungmin’s tapping his pen against his lips, elbow propped up on the wood of the table. Criminal law has long been discarded in his head, he’s read it way too many times for the past week in preparation for the exams.

“Stop looking. You’re distracting me.” You whisper for Seungmin to pay attention, not even bothering to look up from your own book as you shut your eyes closed to try the photographic memory you clearly don’t have before flipping to the next page.

“How narcissistic of you to think I’m staring at you.” He rolls his eyes just to be annoying before his cheek falls against his fist, eyes glazing over you again. He has little shame in his unabashed staring.

It’s how he notices your gentle shivering at the airconditioning of the library. “Did you forget to bring a jacket?”

You don’t hear him, and you don’t really have to as he’s already taking his hoodie off, dropping it on top of your book to grab your attention. “You’re shaking.” When you’re about to retort, saying he’d get cold too — he goes back to studying, placing his earphones in even though he isn’t listening to any music.

You notice it’s your favorite hoodie of his, the Dodgers gray hoodie, once you put it on. Almost immediately you’re engulfed in his warmth and his scent and you’re grateful for the jacket because your ass has been shaking for the last hour.

Seungmin’s attempt to get back to studying falls short when he catches a glimpse of you in his jacket that’s clearly too big for you.

His thoughts drift to the color of your eyes and the way your hair frames your face so prettily and how you look so cute with the sleeves of his jacket falling beyond where your hands are. He thinks about how it’d feel like if he went in for the first kiss, pressing his lips on yours without it being nerve-wracking.

He imagines everything and anything in that short amount of time, his notes discarded in favor of admiring you.

Seungmin is interrupted when you drop a copy of his perfectly written notes (from a class he took a year ago), asking him about a specific topic since you’re taking the class this year. He readjusts himself on the library seats, the ones he hates but puts up because you enjoy studying in the library so much.

Leaning in forward, Seungmin starts explaining to you the concepts of Politics and Governance and Health Laws. He glances at you with a frown when you seem to be staring at his notes blankly, having a hard time grasping all the information at once.

“You look like you’re fighting for your life in there.”

“That’s cause I am! How am I supposed to pass this class? Can it just be over so we can be at the university fest already?” Seungmin leans across the table to flick your forehead gently.

“You’re more concerned about the university fest than passing your exams.”

“Okay, mean.” You say to him with a frown, looking around to see if anyone’s looking before flashing him a middle finger. He rolls his eyes, pushing your notes further towards you before speaking again. “I’m not wrong though.”

He pokes you with a pen to get your attention, telling you to focus up before he’s explaining the concepts to you again. You try better to understand them now, repeating some of the things he tells you and answering his follow-up questions to make sure you really understand.

The soft smile he gives you when you answer correctly is enough motivation to perfect your exam. He looks like such a boyfriend right now. Lending you his hoodie, tutoring you on your exams, leaning in and smiling that soft smile directed at you. It takes everything in your head not to daydream of what it’d be like if he was actually yours.

You have to remind yourself he isn’t yours. He’s just your best friend. Your stupid boyfriend material best friend.

Similarly, Seungmin’s telling himself to get it together. He needs to stay focused on the upcoming exams and stop thinking about what it’d feel like to be yours.

ten.

It goes like this for a few more days until midterms week rolls through. And even then, you’d hold yourself in the library after an exam to study for the next.

Sometimes you’d be joined by Winter, and sometimes Jisung and Changbin would tag along which usually resulted in you trying to muffle your laughter underneath sweater sleeves. Who knew you could sneak in 12 cups of coffee in the library before actually getting caught?

Ever since then, Jisung’s been banned from your study sessions with Seungmin.

Tomorrow’s the last day of your exams, and you’re at Seungmin and Jeongin’s dorm to eat dinner before you head out to the library for the last time.

Seungmin’s out to buy dinner so you’re left with Jeongin who keeps trying to pry into yours and Seungmin’s non-existent relationship. “But you’ve definitely made out before, right?” Your face grows redder and redder every second that Jeongin speaks and you hit him with their couch throw pillow to rebut.

“We have not!”

“You’re right. Seungmin would’ve never shut up about it. But like, why not? Just get it over with and kiss!”

“We’re just best friends.”

“That’s what they all say.” Jeongin turns his full attention at you, smirking to himself before he starts making kissing noises. “Oh Minnie, kiss me already!” He purposely changes the pitch of his voice to try and imitate yours and you pretend not to feel the warmth on your cheeks.

“I’m gonna end up killing you before Seungmin does.”

He acts as if he doesn’t hear your comment (threat) and continues to tease you. “Seungminie, please fu—“

“Oh my god, shut up!” You almost jump at the poor boy upon realizing what he’s about to say next, and Seungmin arrives just in time before you can strangle the life out of his roommate.

“Am I interrupting something?” He glances at the two of you with an eyebrow raised, placing down the takeout containers on the table and motioning for you to sit so you can eat already.

“I think you might’ve just saved my life.” You send another glare at Jeongin and he raises his hands in surrender.

Seungmin just chuckles at this, coming up to sit beside you before he’s distributing the containers to the three of you. “What did you even do that made her jump you?”

“Everything he does makes me want to jump him.” You bark, squinting your eyes at the boy seated across from you and Seungmin.

“Woah, woah. (Name), I don’t see you like that. So eager to jump me?” You scoff loudly at his response, flicking a plastic spoon in his direction.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! We both know who you really want to jump.”

The plastic fork follows with the threat that if he doesn’t shut up, the hot soup from your noodles is gonna be next.

“Alright, both of you calm down and eat.” Almost instantly, Jeongin’s hunching over his chair, terrible posture leaned forward to start twisting the noodles around his chopsticks. Seungmin angles himself close to you so that your shoulders are brushing, leaning down and blowing on his food before he starts to eat as well.

You try and fail to hide a smile at the physical contact.

On your way to the library, you exchange reviewers to ask each other questions. It’s a good way to retain your memory on the concepts. Jeongin doesn’t seem to know any of the answers to his questions, and Seungmin makes that face exclusive to when he senses something horrible is going to happen — in this case, Jeongin’s grade on this subject.

“Don’t worry. God’s gonna give me a miracle tomorrow.”

“Did he tell you that?” You nudge Seungmin’s shoulder, laughing at their banter when Jeongin sticks his tongue out at your best friend.

“Of course you’re gonna pass your exams tomorrow. Pre-law students are nerds. You fit right in.” Jeongin snorts which earns him a smack from his roommate. “Do you wanna get kicked out of the dorms?”

The rest of the night falls smoothly with the three of you minding your own business (Jeongin instantly gets distracted by his phone). It’s only before midnight that you find Seungmin asleep in front of you, head resting on the wooden table of the library and eyes closed peacefully.

You glance at him and you almost feel bad you have to wake him up. Your heart flutters at the small smile gracing his lips, snapping a quick photo so you can go back to this moment forever.

You brush his skin gently, and a smile appears on his face. It’s soft, reserved, but it feels like everything to you. Something in the way he smiled at your touch has you feeling something you can’t quite identify. It makes your heart hurt in s good way.

“Minnie, wake up.” Your voice breaks him out of his nap. He glances up, sleep still evident in his eyes. Then, his dreamy smile returns.

“Sorry.” You apologize to the boy while he moves to tidy up his things. He must’ve fallen asleep while waiting for you to finish studying.

“Don’t apologize.” There’s that sincere, intense look in his eyes that makes sure to meet your gaze, so you know he’s being serious, yet his words are gently spoken. He doesn’t want you to feel bad. It was his choice to wait for you.

“Go straight to sleep when you get back, okay? I know you love pulling allnighters, but it’s not good for you.”

On normal circumstances, he’d protest, telling you that he was still able to get a good 4 hours of sleep, but the genuine concern swimming in your eyes has him sealing his mouth shut and nodding instead.

“Alright.”

Seungmin finds he’d do anything for you.

eleven.

After you finish your last test, you get a text from Seungmin telling you to come to JYP Diner.

He explains that the boys wanted to eat together after completing the midterm exams, and that you should try inviting Ryujin and Winter as well (Chaeryeong was already there as she shared her last exam schedule with Minho).

You reply that Winter had retired for the day, and that Ryujin still had an exam later this afternoon. He tells you to hurry up and get your ass to the diner.

As soon as you open the door, Seungmin’s eyes land on you and the annoyed look on his face melts into a fond smile. He’s quick to get up, greeting you by the door before wrapping his arm around your shoulder to draw you to where they were seated.

The inside of the diner is warm and pleasant. You’re thankful for the differing scenery of the calm diner compared to the stress of your university.

The boys and Chaeryeong wave at you when you make it to the table, and you fall on the empty seat right next to your best friend.

“Oh, (name). You should’ve heard him when you were still on your way here.” Minho quips, grin growing when Seungmin kicks him from under the table.

“Why’s (name) taking so long?”

“Has (name) texted you guys?”

The rest of the boys join in, overexaggerating their imitation of Seungmin’s words from earlier. Barely concealed laughters echo around your booth when your best friend shoots them a friendly show of his middle finger before he shushes them, asking you what you wanted to eat as everyone else had already ordered.

“Hey, where’s Felix?” You only now notice the boy’s absence, and Hyunjin snorts in response.

“Immediately fell asleep after his Advanced Calculus exam. He was actually in tears while studying for it last night.”

“Just like Jeongin then.” Seungmin earns a rather harsh nudge from Jeongin. “That was supposed to be a secret!”

There’s a gentle smile eating at your lips once your food arrives and your sleep-deprived friends start gobbling up the food as if they were sentenced to life and this was their last meal. There’s always that unidentifiable feeling of comfort when you’re with them, and you’re grateful to have found such friends.

“What’s wrong?” Seungmin asks you quietly, noticing that you haven't started eating yet. Humming, you shake your head with the same small smile on your face.

“It’s nothing.”

Your after-exam celebration is continued over teasing and conversations about the university festival, and one by one, everyone starts excusing themselves to go back home. As usual, Seungmin walks you home.

He doesn’t let you walk into your building immediately upon arrival, asking you to wait for a moment. You comply, tilting your head with an amused smile on your face.

He’s rummaging through his bag now, looking for something before he pulls out two… tickets? He shoves one in your direction and it takes you a while to realize it’s a ticket to the university festival concert. They weren’t even selling yet, and when they did, it sold out pretty fast.

“How did you…?”

“Chan’s part of the student organizers.”

You immediately jump to coddle the boy in your arms, squeezing his rather larger body and pressing your cheek on his chest as you repeatedly say ‘thank you’. Your eyes are squeezed shut from beaming too much and your smile’s a little crooked from how genuine it comes out.

Seungmin can’t properly tell you that it’s no problem. He finds his words jumbled up because the sight he’s subjected to is so… beautiful. He’s blushing and somehow it’s making you blush too.

There’s something tucked beneath your smile, a certain kind of shyness in the way your eyes crinkle. It’s beautiful, as it always has been, but there was something about it that had Seungmin staring at your lips and back at your eyes. It’s like he’s being pulled in, and he’s unaware that he’s slowly and slowly minimizing the gap between you.

Just when he’s about to bite the bullet, an unknown voice startles him.

“Is that the little menace?”

Fucking hell.

Karen’s marching her way down the steps to where Seungmin’s standing, and you know it’s time he goes before Karen catches up to the boy.

“I guess I’ll see you later.” You laugh, but there’s that hint of shyness again, of being flustered as you wave at him. And then, you turn around to head inside your building.

Seungmin bolts back to his dorms, and he spends the rest of the afternoon thinking about what could’ve happened if goddamn Crazy Karen would’ve just kept her mouth shut.

twelve.

The university festival comes really fast, and you’re more than excited to spend it with your friends.

“Give me one second.” Chaeryeong’s gathering products from her desk and makeup bag, gathering them up on the floor and telling you to sit still as she rummages through her multiple tubes and brushes.

She maneuvers your head so you’re facing her before she slathers something on her palms, transferring the product to your face and rubbing it gently on your skin. A thin layer of concealer follows before she’s brushing powder on your face.

Earlier, you had asked if she could do your makeup for you and she excitedly replied with a ‘yes’ and a ‘come over right away’.

It’s how you find multiple brushes being dabbed on your face, hues of pink on your cheeks and a little on your nose before she’s patting a few glitters on the lids of your eyes. She lets you put on the mascara yourself so she doesn’t accidentally poke you with the wand (like she did the last time she did your makeup).

Then she’s on the search for the perfect shade of lipstick. “Let’s just put a little. Seungmin’s just gonna wipe it all off anyway when you two eventually kiss tonight.”

“Oh my god, Ryeong.”

“What! I’m not wrong.” She’s giggling as she tells you to part your lips slightly, applying the soft pink shade on your lips. “You look so pretty.” She coos more to herself, proud of her creation before she’s pinching your cheeks lightly.

She shoves a mirror to your face so you can reap the results of her hard work. She was right.

Chaeryeong did a wonderful job highlighting your natural features and letting the makeup work naturally on your face. You smile brightly, giving her a quick hug and showering her in ‘thank you’s.

“Okay, now get changed. Go, go! We’re gonna be late.”

When you step out, you’re met with the sight of Chaeryeong in a cute, sleeveless dress, leather jacket and fishnets. She looks stunning as she playfully turns around to show off her whole fit. “Damn, one chance?”

“Yeah, right. One chance with Seungmin, you mean.”

“Actually, I’d like to take a million chances with Seungmin.” She cracks into a fit of giggles. “You’re so down horrendous. Look, with the way you look, I’m sensing the first chance will be taken tonight.”

You give yourself a final do-over with Chaeryeong’s words, looking at yourself in the mirror. You’re wearing some loose slacks and a black tube top with a cream colored cardigan. For someone who didn’t have enough time to consult Winter and her amazing fashion sense, you’d say you did pretty well at dressing yourself prettily.

“Okay, okay. Come here, let me put lip gloss on you. I think some of the boys are here already.” You comply, letting her fix up some lip gloss on you before applying some on herself.

“They’re picking us up?”

“Yup. Minho, Jeongin, and Seungmin, I think?”

“Seungmin?” You thought you’d have more time to gather yourself and your feelings on the walk to the big field where all the booths were set up.

“Yeah, their dorm is nearest to mine. Come on.”

When you and Chaeryeong step out of her building, the boys are dramatically whistling and clapping their hands. Only when you’re near them do they spill their genuine compliments at the way you two look.

Seungmin’s knee-jerking reaction at seeing you so prettily dressed-up is to just stare at you unabashedly. There’s so much he wants to say, but his eyes remain glued open and his mouth shut.

“Yah, stop staring.” Minho smacks the back of Seungmin’s head and he’s stuttering out for something to say. He wants to tell you that you look beautiful, wants to say something charming to woo you over but he’s left with his mouth parted.

You just laugh at their exchange, taking your spot next to Seungmin as the five of you start walking to the big field. Seungmin looks so painfully attractive with his white shirt and jeans and converse and varsity jacket. He looks like the epitome of a boyfriend – so painfully dashing but also very painfully out of your league.

Meanwhile, Seungmin’s still kicking himself over for not being able to tell you how beautiful he thinks you look. He’s just hoping he’s presented with another opportunity to tell you – and he hopes by then, he’ll have enough courage to say it.

Earlier today, Jeongin and Minho gave him quite the heart-to-heart talk and convinced him to confess his feelings tonight. Besides, as they said, it was the perfect opportunity.

“You like her. You have for like a few years now. Stop being a pussy and tell her.” Minho’s words are rather straightforward. Jeongin groans before punching his arm.

Minho grabs at his arm, shrugging his shoulders before continuing to snack on the chips he had stolen.

“I’m not telling her.” Seungmin mutters to the boys, dejected. “I’m gonna ruin our friendship.”

“How sure are you?” Minho is stubborn as he continues to push Seungmin. “I’m not. But I don’t want to know.”

This time, Jeongin interjects. “Are you sure you don’t want to know? How would you live with yourself if she liked you all along and you let go of that chance so easily?”

“I won’t.”

“Exactly. No one lives a happy life entirely within their comfort zone. If you like her so much then she’s worth dragging yourself out of that zone.” Seungmin stiffens at his roommate’s words, mind racing to truly think about what he’s saying.

Since when did Jeongin get so wise?

As if Minho was thinking the same thing, he narrows his eyes before staring at the youngest of the group. “You got something you wanna share with the class? How come you know so much about asking someone out?”

“The two of you are just stupid. Anyways, just do it.”

The waters Jeongin’s treading on are dangerous, but well worth it if it meant Seungmin’s genuine happiness. He thinks it’s time Seungmin ripped off the poor excuse of a bandaid he taped around his heart and deemed all good now.

“Yeah, or I’ll do it myself.” Minho throws him a sly grin, voice overflowing with mischief.

“Absolutely not.” Seungmin shakes his head in protest, eyes gaping in horror. He immediately grabs the bag of chips from Minho’s lap which the boy immediately tries to grab back. “What’re you gonna do to stop me?”

“Tell Chaeryeong how you wanted her to be your dance partner soooo bad with some screenshots of your messages to me.” Minho should’ve known better than to challenge the one boy that held multiple threats towards each one of them.

His argument was unfair because he and Jeongin were the only people he told that to. Minho’s mood darkens, pulling back the bag of chips with force and resigning from his evil plans of telling you how Seungmin feels about you.

Minho valued his pride more than anything else.

“Look, I’ll do it myself.” Seungmin huffs, rubbing the back of his neck and falling back on his bed to stare at the ceiling. “I think.”

Then, Minho’s phone buzzes from right next to him.

“The girls are almost ready. Let’s start walking.”

thirteen.

When the five of you arrive, most of your friends are already there.

Chan’s the first one that sees you.

“Finally.” He greets you and Chaeryeong with a big hug before bumping his fists with the boys. What is it with men and their fist bumps?

Before you can mingle with the rest of the group, Chan leans in discreetly (or at least, as discreet as he could) and whispers to the boys. “Watch out if you’re wearing shoes. Ryujin’s been messing with everyone’s shoelaces the moment we got here.”

You laugh at his warning. Ryujin’s actually such a menace.

“That sounds just about right.” You pat him in the back before going in to give Ryujin a hug. Her face immediately lights up when she sees you and Chaeryeong, wrapping an arm around the both of you as she starts to move away from the boys.

“Ryujin has more rizz than you.”

“I’m not talking to someone who cried while studying Advanced Calculus.”

“Noted.” Felix instantly shuts up, moving to talk about another topic with Hyunjin who's laughing his ass off at Seungmin’s response at the poor boy.

“We’re just waiting on Changbin, Winter, and… Jisung?”

Chan’s head counting the group, pointing at each person and mentally noting down the numbers, making sure that no one was missing. You remember the time Felix had accidentally joined in with Beomgyu’s friend group when he thought he was following Seungmin’s feet. Chan almost lost his mind.

The timing couldn’t be more perfect when they show up from a distance. Jisung seems to be talking Winter’s ear off and Changbin’s trying to pull him back. Winter looks a bit overstimulated with his level of energy, but divulges in the conversation anyway. Jisung appreciates it. You smile at how easy your friends got on with Seungmin’s friends.

Felix excitedly points at the arcade booths lining up, some shooting games, prize wheels, virtual reality. Everyone else reciprocates the excitement, immediately running up to the booths and getting in line. Meanwhile, Jeongin’s dragging Minho at the claw machine. He’s always been notorious for having luck when it came to the claw machine games, and Jeongin was taking his chances the moment he found a bread plushie in the glass case.

“Get it yourself.”

“Chaeryeong!”

Minho shuts him up with a bread plushie he immediately wins for Jeongin. The youngest boy happily holds his prize and keeps his mouth shut.

Chan easily wins Ryujin whatever she asks for in exchange for her leaving his shoelaces alone. Ryujin is easily bribed when it comes to food and free prizes and she knows Chan would probably win most of the games she wanted. Jisung and Changbin were comparing their strengths and boasting about their muscles by the punching machine, and Chaeryeong’s dominating the shooting games with Winter.

“Oh my god, the Sunshine Harvest has a booth. I’ll be back.” Before anyone from the group can accompany you, you’re running towards the direction of the booth. Seungmin understands your rush. Their mango shakes were probably on the way to selling out fast if you didn’t get there sooner.

When you don’t return in the next 20 minutes, Seungmin is sweating frantically. He knows you can handle yourself, but there was now a chock full of new people who had just arrived and were littering the area. It’s when you don’t pick up his calls that tips him over.

“I’m gonna go look for (name).” Chan nods understandingly, and Seungmin disappears in a flash. He thanks his parents for his height at this very moment, scanning through the groups of people and excusing himself so he can navigate towards the Sunshine Harvest booth.

His heart drops to his stomach when he doesn’t see you there. But just when he’s about to panic some more, he spots someone hunched over to the very far left, away from the crowd, discarded mango shake container to the side. He practically leaps out of the bench he’s standing on, jogging in your direction.

He doesn’t have the heart to scold you when he finds you playing with Mushroom.

“(Name).” You jump back at the sudden voice, but instantly smile upon realizing it’s just Seungmin. You finally say goodbye to the cat, grabbing your empty bottle before standing up. “Sorry, did I take too long?”

“No, it’s okay.” You just don’t have to know how frantic he was while he was looking everywhere for you.

On the way back to your friends, you don’t realize his hand is glued to the small of your waist so he doesn’t lose you again.

When the group decides to split up, Minho and Jeongin are instantly sending Seungmin stupid dirty looks with their stupid wiggling eyebrows. He knows if he doesn’t confess tonight, Minho might actually do it for him.

The rest of the afternoon goes by so fast. You applaud the university and the student body for organizing the fest. The afternoon transitions to night so smoothly, you don’t even realize the amount of time that passed by.

The bright lights and the loud music is so exhilarating, and it makes you feel so alive — the most alive you’ve felt in the week. There are times when you dance along to the music, exaggerating your movements and Seungmin laughs with his head rolled back and you’d embarrass yourself over and over to keep hearing him laugh.

Seungmin takes the weight off your chest so easily. All he does is pat your head and squeeze your cheeks and accompany you wherever you wish to go and suddenly, you feel lighter. Happier. And it is so, so loud. Everyone around you is talking, crowded together but you can’t hear them. All you can focus on is the feeling of his hand in yours to make sure he doesn’t lose you in the crowd and the way it fits perfectly. Like his hand was meant to be crafted to hold yours.

It’s how you continue to feel when you find yourselves amongst the crowd of the concert, pretending to know the lyrics of the songs playing, screaming at each other when you actually recognize the song. Everything you do with him is something you wish you could capture in a photo.

He’s singing, and you look at him with a silent glee in your eyes, hoping to touch the same greatness that Kim Seungmin always held and hoping to burn the memory of his singing and his soft eyes and his hand in yours. You almost feel like flying.

His eyes are warm when you look at them, golden brown peeking down at you with fondness. You’ve always loved his eyes the most. It has always been his most obvious tell — of the things they feel and the things they’ve made you feel when he stared at you a little longer than normal.

Your lips quirk up in a smile, and you find yourself singing along to the songs with him. You were never the greatest singer, but with him, you felt like loveliest melodies and tunes flow out of you comfortably.

This time, Seungmin allows himself a quick glance at you from his peripheral vision, admiring your naturally dusted cheeks and your beaming eyes and your messed up hair from the wind and from running around all night. How could you stand there and sing without a care in the world and smile and look so, so beautiful.

And there are many things Seungmin considers to be beautiful. He loves the sunrise and the sunsets and the way the sky blends into a perfect mix of colors along the horizon before the moon chases the sun away. He loves the flowers and the trees on his way to his classes and the wind’s breeze wrapping you in a cold blanket. He loves the stars and their relentless twinkling and how they coat the night sky, making sure the moon is never lonely. But above all, he loves you and your smile and the way you chew on your lips when you think and how you make him feel like he can touch the sky.

Seungmin finds he’d sacrifice the sunset and sunrise and the twinkling stars if it meant he could call you and all of you, his.

He doesn’t say anything when he drops his varsity jacket on your shoulders and he doesn’t meet your eyes when you look up at him to thank him.

You make Seungmin trip over his own words. All tangled in adoration and longing. Between all the galaxies and universes, Seungmin concludes he’s lucky to have landed under the same stars as you.

With all this in mind, Seungmin’s sure he’s upgraded way beyond the like. He’s in love with you — in the hopeless, clumsy, exhilarating kind of way. And he finds that loving you is something he wants to experience no matter the outcome.

If he was told you’d never feel the same and if he’d still take the chance to fall in love with you, he’d say yes. It’s a yes again and again and again. Always a yes. He’d prefer the unrequited over never knowing how it feels to love you and every part of you.

“(Name)?”

Despite the loudness of the music and the fireworks and the people around you, you find Seungmin’s voice cut through them all.

Looking up at him, you find him looking at you in a way he never has done before. In the way he’s done so many times when you weren’t looking. There’s something swirling in his eyes, some kind of longing and desire.

I've been alone for too long

You've been there all along

The distance between you is closing. Seungmin’s heart is racing when he peels his hand from yours in favor of cradling your cheek gently, tracing along your jaw and soaking in every detail about your face.

Ethereal love

I will choose you now and everyday

Seungmin’s putting everything on the line, stepping into the unknown, heartbeat pounding in his ears. There’s still time for you to pull away, to run away from the certainty he feels about you, to shatter him into a million pieces.

He hopes you won’t.

His eyes flutter shut, but when he opens them again, you’re already gone.

fourteen.

It’s the first time Seungmin doesn’t blow up your notifications.

Jeongin confiscates his phone when he comes home to Seungmin downing a bottle of vodka. He’s immediately concerned for his roommate’s wellbeing and what could’ve led to Seungmin’s sudden want to get drunk.

“Hey, what happened?” He sits on the ground to accompany Seungmin, grabbing the bottle when he sees that it’s almost empty.

“Let me sulk properly.” Then, he’s grabbing the bottle back from Jeongin, chugging down the remains before harshly setting it down on the ground. A sharp sigh leaves his throat before he leans in to rest his head on Jeongin’s shoulder. And he sits there and lets him.

Jeongin lets him because Seungmin needed someone right now. “I fucked up, Innie.”

It’s the most fragile Jeongin’s ever heard from his roommate and he takes Seungmin’s hand to let him know that he’s listening. “Tried to kiss (name). I ruined everything.”

Jeongin’s face twists in confusion, heart rising in his own throat. He knows you like Seungmin back. And if Seungmin tried to kiss you, he would’ve thought the result of that would be a very happy phone call from his roommate – not him drinking until he forgets.

Seungmin feels pathetic, and Jeongin swears to get to the bottom of things. With sleepy fucked up eyes, Seungmin looks up at the boy, chin tilted up and lips quivering. “Do you think she’ll forgive me?”

“I know she will. Come here.” Seungmin bows his head faintly, head falling on Jeongin’s chest as he allows himself to be hugged – allows himself to be vulnerable and to feel because it’s something that doesn’t need to be taught, but needs to be remembered over and over again.

Jeongin wraps his arms around the boy. Seungmin attempts to swat his arms away, the way he’s used to, but he thinks it feels quite nice to be hugged.

He had downed the pain and was begging for the temporary buzz to kick in all while his fingers are clenched on the fabric of Jeongin’s shirt and his tears are leaving a wet spot where his face is pressed against.

There’s a burn in his heart, just under his chest and it’s squeezing so tightly. When he closes his eyes, all he sees is you and he cries a little more. Is this what it felt like to have someone to lose?

Even if he knows you won’t let his feelings get in between your friendship, the unrequitedness of the feelings Seungmin has held for years is dawning on him and it is so, so painful.

Jeongin shoots you a quick text to meet him tomorrow.

fifteen.

You wake up to a text from Jeongin which is how you know you’ve truly fucked up now.

You didn’t mean for it to happen, and you feel horrendous.

You’re honestly not even sure how it happened. What a grief it is that your memory works the way they do and how you don’t remember how it felt to have his face so close to yours. It deprives you of the memory of his eyes and his lips, and they let go of the feeling of his hand in yours while you watched the fireworks.

The human brain is beautiful, but how dare it cost the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hands cradling your face.

In hindsight, you know you shouldn’t have run away. But you were afraid. You were afraid it was just a heat of the moment thing and Seungmin didn’t actually want to kiss you. Were you the one that came onto him? Did you initiate the kiss?

Everything had felt so right before the fear settled in. You’ve been left with questions that were never answered before, all the voices in your head you’ve shut out for so long screaming at you. Was this how it felt to have someone to lose?

You bury your face in your hands in frustration. Did you ruin years of friendship because you wanted to know how his lips felt like on yours?

You’re not sure what you’re thinking when you walk towards where Jeongin tells you to meet up, but you do know you’re immediately regretting it. Especially when you see a familiar figure walking towards where you’re standing.

“I – I have to go.” You blurt out the moment you see him. “I’m sorry. I have to.. I need to be somewhere.” You feel selfish – walking away from him because you’re not ready to hear his rejection.

“Wait, (name). Let me explain myself.”

You don’t want to hear it. You don’t want to hear the words you’d been dreading to hear.

Backed up by your one-sided feelings, you turn yourself around and your fingers tighten around the sleeves of the jacket you’re wearing, and you shake your head as you try to quicken your pace so you can get out of there as soon as you can.

“I’ve been in love with you since we were eighteen.”

His sudden confession stops you in your tracks.

You find it physically impossible to turn around and look at him. Trembling lips are so easy to discern, especially on Seungmin.

“(Name), please… please look at me.” You will yourself to look at him, and when you brave eye contact, you notice his lips trembling in trial of a smile. But it’s sad, it’s so sad and his lips start to quiver. It’s difficult to ignore the crack in his whispers and the pain in his transparent eyes.

“I feel like I’m losing you.” The words taste bitter on his tongue. He knows exactly why.

They’re words he never thought he’d ever utter in his lifetime, and now that he’s saying them, the reality is hitting him much harder.

“Did I do something wrong? Was it because I tried to kiss you?” Seungmin’s having difficulty speaking, especially with the lump in his throat and the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He hasn’t cried in such a long time. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

He sounds ashamed, and the break in his voice does nothing to disguise his guilt.

You hate that. You hate that you made Seungmin feel this way over one big misunderstanding. His confession repeats in your head over and over and you feel the buildup of bile in your stomach when you realize you’ve hurt Seungmin.

Your mouth dries. There’s so much you want to tell him, but you find no words escape your throat. It feels like there are fingers being shoved down your throat.

Before you can push down the nausea, Seungmin breaks eye contact. His heart is beating incredibly fast and he thinks he’s fucked up with you further by confessing his repressed emotions – confessing his feelings he was so practiced in hiding.

A spell of dizziness sends Seungmin tumbling backwards, heart racing and palms sweating. He looks at you, studying your expression, and the silence feels like it goes on for too long and he thinks he’s made a mistake.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

His sorry feels a lot like he’s saying goodbye.

Seungmin disappears in the blink of an eye.

sixteen.

It’s the first time in a long time that you’re the one blowing up his notifications.

He doesn’t reply to your texts. Granted it’s 3AM and the poor boy is probably asleep.

You’ve been tossing and turning for the past few hours, unable to catch even a wink of sleep with the amount of thoughts racing in your mind. The image of Seungmin, of his red eyes, of his tears, emerges from the night around you. It stubbornly laments, refusing you any form of peace. You deserve it.

Overwhelming sadness stunned you, shadowing over Seungmin’s confession. You don’t allow his words to linger. It’s incredibly unfair to feel hope when Seungmin’s out there feeling his most hopeless.

You’re about to turn again, forcing your eyes shut when the familiar ringtone of Facetime echoes from your phone. Almost immediately, you’re leaping off your bed, grabbing your phone from the nightstand.

Oh.

It’s Winter.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” You stare at her through the screen of your phone, and it looks like she’s making herself comfortable. She’s seated on her lazy boy chair, blankets bunched up around her shoulders and a mug of something steaming by her side.

“What?”

“I was gonna walk over to your building, but it’s 3am and I am not about to die just so I can come over and hug you. I’ll do that tomorrow.”

Your heart melts at Winter’s observance. She notices, even if it’s the most minuscule little thing. Winter always notices, and unlike the insincerity pouring from other people when they say they’re only one call away, Winter actually is. She’s one call, one text, one anything away.

“Come on, talk to me.” So you do. You tell her everything from the start. The very start.

You tell her that from the moment you met Seungmin, your mind had started crafting a romance story, even if you didn’t know it yet. He was working part-time at a coffee shop, and you’re not exactly sure how it happened, but you remember the cold sensation of coffee all over you and a promise to make it up to you. When he introduced himself, he shook your hand.

His hand felt like warm cookies dipped in milk.

And you tell her ever since then, you spent almost every day getting to know Seungmin and his love for the sunrise and the sunset and how passionate he is about singing but rarely ever does it in front of people and how he is repulsed by physical touch but never really minds when it’s with you. He’s still the same boy you met in that coffee shop, albeit he walks more confidently now. He grew into his features and had a broader back now, but he was still the same boy whose hand you held on the way to his dentist appointment. He was still the Kim Seungmin who smiled at you so brightly when he got his braces removed, and continued to smile at you today.

It’s been a long way since that coffee shop, but he’s remained to be the one true constant in your life. You’re convinced you were always destined to meet him. You reason it’s because you’d be a completely different person now if it wasn’t for him. If you hadn’t met at that coffee shop, you’re convinced Whoever Is Above would’ve found a way for you to meet over and over and over again.

Everything carries you to him, as if everything that exists were little boats that sailed directly to him — to where he was waiting. To where he’s still waiting.

And then you tell her about the night of the festival. How you almost kissed him, and how you regret every second after for not just pressing your lips on his. You tell her of his confession, and how you love him tenfold, even before you knew what love was.

Loving Seungmin was the easiest thing you’ve ever had to do. It was falling in love with his eyes and the sound of his laughter and the little things he reserves for you and for your eyes only.

“Why’d you run away?” It was a valid question. You don’t even know yourself.

“I guess I was just scared.” You hesitate with your answer, putting your arms around you and staring at nothing in particular.

“He loves you.”

“I didn’t know.”

And in hindsight, maybe you should’ve. When you look back for a sign that Seungmin’s loved you all along, you end up finding it interwoven in his teasing. He left so many signs, and you didn’t see a single one.

There was love in his long, overbearing messages — telling you to eat, asking you about your day, scolding you for worrying him. There was love in his phone calls, in keeping you company in whatever you did because he knows you don’t like the silence very much. The quiet left you alone in your head, and you despised feeling lonely. Love echoed in your laughter and reflected in your smiles even if your jokes weren’t funny. There was love, even in the tiktoks he sent you with the small comment of “us”. It was in the dinners you shared and in the absence of words because he just understood.

Maybe that’s what love is. Maybe this is what Kim Seungmin’s heart feels like. His love was never made up of grand gestures, it was always in the little things that told you his life is so intertwined with yours.

There was always love all along.

There still is.

“He just knows me so well, I thought he could never see me romantically after getting to know all my bad sides.”

“Being known is being loved.” Winter’s words linger in your head as you play a flashback of your years with Seungmin, replaying all the scenes.

Being known is being loved.

Everything hits you all at once. When he got you that mango shake you loved so much and complained about because it sells out so fast. When you saw the campus dogs and cats that one night, and how he remembered what you said. When he knows you’re deep in thought just because you were chewing at your lips. When he recalls the gift you got a few Christmases ago because it made you so happy. When he lets you borrow the hoodies you mentioned were your favorite. When he memorizes your coffee order by heart.

Love never needed to have the tsunamis and the thunderstorms. Love is just… love. It’s just the quietness, the stillness, the calm. Sometimes, it doesn’t have to feel like a million lightning strikes. It just has to feel like finally letting out that one breath you’ve been holding on for too long.

Being known is being loved.

“I have to talk to him.”

“I know.”

“I love him.”

“I know.”

“And he loves me.”

“He loves you.”

seventeen.

It isn’t even 8am when you’re pacing back and forth in front of his dorms.

You know Seungmin usually wakes up early, but you’re unsure of his sleeping patterns as of recently. You haven’t been given the privilege to know, so you text Jeongin.

Your fingers drum nervously on the side of your thighs, feet shuffling as you stare at their gate, thinking that any moment, he could walk out.

Last night, you practiced will-induced self conversations over how you were going to approach Seungmin today. You concluded it best not to practice anything you wanted to tell him. You owed him your honesty and a genuine, sincere undertone in your words and apology.

In all honesty, the moment you had arrived within the vicinity of their dorms, you had contemplated whether you should just continue right. Maybe you could just order an iced Americano at a cafe to remind you of Seungmin. Confrontation never came easy to you. But the thought of being an absentee in his life forever scared you and willed you to take the few steps forward towards the entrance of their dorms.

However, it’s been a good ten minutes since you arrived, and those ten minutes are not the most kind when you’re feeling nervous and about to throw up. It really leaves a lot of room for thinking, and right now it’s thinking that Seungmin wants absolutely nothing to do with you anymore because he thought you were so repulsed by the idea of him loving you and kissing you (even though you felt quite the opposite).

Just when you were about to take a step backward and contemplate the rest of your life, Jeongin walks out of the building pulling a still very sleepy and very disoriented Seungmin behind him.

“Okay, kiss and make up.” Jeongin clasps his hands together before pointing a threatening finger at you. “Don’t mess this up again.” And then he’s on his way back to the inside of their dorm building (peeking through their windows from time to time).

The first thing you discern is his incredibly puffy eyes. From sleeping or crying? You don’t know. And then it’s his pathetic attempt to smile even though he doesn’t feel like it. Seeing him like this, because of you, makes you want to fall on your knees and weep.

Your eyes trail to the rest of him – his messy hair, his slumped shoulders, his slightly shaking hands. The instinct to hold it is strong, you know it always manages to calm him down. But you don’t.

“(Name).” His voice sounds thick and heavy, looking at your eyes for a second before looking back down on the pavement. You recognize the pitch of his voice. He was sad and unsure.

You take a few steps forward, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when he meets your eyes again. It has the same look the day he confessed to you. The same tilting of his head ever so slightly, albeit a little more tired and a little less hopeful. His eyes look like they’re filled with quiet thoughts, looking at you gently even though you had shattered them.

Seungmin, for the first time in a long time, looks regretful.

“Seungmin, I wanted to… I… I’m sorry.” He simply nods his head, sucking in a shark breath as he thinks this was it. This was the rejection he’d been dreading to hear.

“It’s okay.” He murmurs, your apology threatening to send a new wave of tears in his eyes. “I shouldn’t have said what I said especially when I know you don’t feel the same.”

“Wait, what? No… no. Seungmin, that’s not it.”

There’s a long pause before you speak again.

“I just… dd you really mean it? What you said yesterday?”

Seungmin cringes at himself, but the red blossoming on his cheeks and the way his features soften when he remembers his words give him away. With a defeated sigh, he runs a hand through his hair.

“Yes.” He admits, an unknown feeling swelling in the pit of his stomach.

That’s all you needed to hear.

Placing your palms on each side of his face, you pull him towards you in what you thought would be a romantic show of your feelings.

Instead, you underestimate his height and your lips crash into his nose instead. Seungmin stiffens in surprise, at the sudden proximity of your face to his and the accidental kiss you pressed on his nose, and then he laughs.

Seungmin laughs in the hopeless, clumsy, breathless, exhilarating kind of laugh that sends your cheeks flushing and your heart fluttering because you’ve missed that laugh so much.

He was never sure he acted right that night, that he wasn’t being selfish. But with your palms in his cheeks and your eyes reciprocating the same love all along, he knows he did the right thing. So, with a gentle sigh of relief, he tilts his head and presses his lips against yours.

Seungmin feels like he can finally breathe again. He kisses you with every love and affection he’s kept hidden for years and years.

You were venturing into the void of the unknown again, kissing your best friend, but it feels safe. There wasn’t that fear of the uncharted. There was only comfort as it always has been with him. The weight of happiness is so overwhelming, and Seungmin thinks there’s nothing more beautiful than kissing you after years of longing.

When the both of you pull away, the feeling of his arms around your waist and his forehead pressed against yours and the fond look on his face sends you toppling over. This was the image of your dreams.

He mirrors the soft smile on your face, hand moving to trace your face and your jaw before placing another kiss on your nose, and your cheek, and the corner of your lips. Your skin tingles at the way his lips and his warm breath tickles you, and your heart skips a bit when you realize you don’t mind feeling this every day for the rest of your life.

“Can I hear you say it?” He doesn’t need to say it for you to understand.

“I love you.”

Seungmin feels wholeheartedly content, heart bursting and ears burning red at hearing you utter those three words he’s dreamt about.

“I’ve loved you since you begged me to come with you to your dentist appointment.”

And then he laughs again, pressing his pointer finger on your forehead with a slight betrayal in his eyes.

“You’re telling me I could’ve kissed you for years now?” He speaks in exaggeration, and you know he’s truly thinking about it.

“You have all the time in the world now.”

“You know what? I like the sound of that.” He moves his hands from your face in favor of wrapping them around your waist – pulling you in the type of hug where you can completely relax against him and melt into his familiar intimacy. The one that’s been there all along, although a little held back.

You don’t know what’s next. With the vastness and unpredictability of the earth you stand on, you don’t know what follows. The busy morning highway is starting to fill your ears, and the sound of lives starting echos from afar. Somewhere in the distance, someone’s phone rings and there’s a sound of laughing and running from students alike.

You find that in the chorus of laughter and honking horns and ringtones, the world is telling you that you don’t have to know what’s next. All you need to know is the inhale and exhale and the quietness that Seungmin’s heart offers.

He’ll be here for a long time, continuing to know and know and know and love you.

eighteen.

8:24am

jeongin: FUCKING FINALLY

minho: ????

chan: language

8:25am

jeongin: (sent a picture)

hyunjin: oh my god????

changbin: our seungmin’s a big boy now

jisung: wdym i wont have to hear seungmin’s mopy ass anymore

chaeryeong: ^^ same with yn :(( but also so happy lol

8:26am

ryujin: EVERYONE CHEERED

jeongin: everyone say thank you jeongin

winter: u mean thank u winter???

hyunjin: felix is crying again

chan: WHY

felix: love is beautiful

changbin: me and who

note. hi hi thank u for making it to the very end of my first ever stray kids fic. i hope you ended up enjoying the ride ^_^ lmk what u thought and who i should write for next!

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sohya · 2 years ago

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camera's rolling

pairings: souya x afab!reader

cw: camstars souya n reader. reader uses she/her pronouns. f receiving oral. puppy hybrid!souya. breeding. a lil bit of possessiveness. probably ooc souya. fingering. kinda switchy souya n reader. soft dom souya. consensual filming. 'puppy' is used excessively for souya.

wc: 2.7k

notes: for @eijirhoe's cat girls are ruining my life! collab :] thank you so much for letting me join !! omg tbh i haven't written a non-self ship fic since last year so i was very nervous but then while i was crying over a bokuaka fic last night i came up w this idea and scrapped the prev drafts i'd written beforehand n stuck to this n i really like it. i think idk im so nervous puppy!souya's gonna be in my head for the next forever. he was def a shiba inu in this :P

the world of pornographic websites have grown exponentially within the past decade. livelihoods depend on them, for creators and viewers alike. if you were to go to one of the rising websites and click on the ‘popular now’ tab, you’d find profiles with enticing but exaggerated horny bios. from couples, women who specialize in solo livestreams and everything far and between.

but then you’d notice the profile on the fifth spot, completely out of place. the profile picture looks to be a body shot with a mop of blue curls resting against a stomach, the bio says ‘just a girl and her puppy’, you’d be intrigued. how a plain looking profile can be so high in the current popular profiles.

being one half that makes this profile complete, you still can’t grasp your head around this popularity, you’re so sure that everyone comes across your profile just to watch souya, your puppy hybrid boyfriend. the one who loves you so hard and so deeply and shows it through the videos you make, he has the most perfect body with a sensitive tail and even more sensitive ears. touching these places elicit the prettiest sounds from him and though the two of you don’t show your faces, hiding under blurred circles or matching masks, people stay and watch just for him, you’re sure. the comments say otherwise though, an equal number of comments talking about the two of you and how horny your content gets them. how puppies wish they had someone like you to take care of them and how some people wished they had the perfect puppy like souya.

you still find yourself basking in the popularity anyways, just as much as souya does, that it feels like second nature when you prepare all the lighting while souya sets up the cameras, making sure the view of the bed is just right while another gets a different angle of the entire room from the side. then, you press record and then the magic starts.

donning a mint green matching lingerie set, decorated with frills and lace around the edges, souya doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful. like yours, the top half of face is covered with a mint coloured decorated mask but his eyes peak through the holes and you can see the way they sparkle as you make your way over to him. the camera to the right of you doesn’t catch the way his tail wags high up in the air, but if the sound doesn’t catch it either you can just add the footage from the other camera later when you edit the video.

“all good to start, puppy?” you ask as you stop in front of him, legs slightly parted as he brings his hands up to slide along the outside of your thighs. with a smile on his uncovered mouth, he nods and you bend down, delicate fingers tickling the underside of his chin as you plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

when you stand up again, he immediately leans forward and presses a kiss to the inside of your thighs before moving his mouth up to where your clit is underneath the fabric of your panties.

he breathes in deeply, moaning in a low tone at the soft smell of the freshly washed fabric mixed with your arousal and the faintest hint of your sweet perfume. “get these off for me.” his voice is muffled with how much of his face is covered in between your legs. you let out a soft laugh as you card a hand through his hair and ease him out from his hiding space. he follows your movement reluctantly and when he looks up at you again, you give him a sorrowful look, tilting your head to the side with a small pout. “have to get you out of there if you want it off, puppy.”

souya hums as he nods, hands moving up to the hem of your panties. despite his insistence to take them off, his hands move slowly as he pulls the fabric down your legs. eyes trained on your pussy, he watches as it slowly reveals itself when your panties descend. they don’t even reach the floor by the time souya loses patience and plants his mouth against your clit again.

you gasp at the suddenness of his action, wobbling slightly as you step out of your panties while your other hand joins the first one in tangling themselves in his mop of curls. “that’s it, puppy. take what you want.” your eyes relax as they focus on him, how his eyes flutter shut as his tongue peaks out and trails down your folds before sliding back up and flicking against your clit. his hands find purchase on your hips now, guiding you to jut them out forward, giving him easy access to bury his face into your mound.

when he captures your clit into his mouth and pleasures you with suckles, you reward him with blunt nails scratching against his scalp, pretty moans falling from your mouth as you roll your hips against his head before pulling back at the peak of your stimulation.

at the first breath of fresh air, souya’s soft pants fill the room but he still has the hunger in his eyes where he’s insatiable until he gets another taste of you. “god, ‘t feels so good, puppy. you’re doing so well.” you coo through gritted teeth as your hands move to the sensitive spot behind his ears, rubbing his scalp and eliciting a drawn out whine from him that makes heat erupt throughout your body.

he blinks up at you as he moves down further, the fat of his silky tongue parting your folds and sitting flat for you to grind against. he watches as your nose scrunches up and your eyes flutter shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you chase your orgasm on his tongue before slowing your hips into rolls. “want me to cum, puppy?” he nods against you and the motion has your knees buckling, “gotta work for it then, almost got me there. making me feel so good.” your voice is breathless and sweet and it has souya warming up to the point where he feels like he’s burning with desire. praise after praise and all just for him, he’s determined to make you feel better than anything you’ve felt in your entire life.

he sucks a deep breath in through a gap, filling his lungs with enough air to keep him conscious while he closes his mouth around your clit, letting you maneuver his head to the right position before he begins sucking. you choke back a whimper as the wet sounds of him sucking your clit sounds throughout the room but louder in your ears. “that’s right, pu– puppy ah, i’m gon– i’m so close!”

souya groans his appreciation and continues sucking, tongue peaking out to join in the pleasure by sinking into your tight hole that you startle before relaxing in his grip as your orgasm erupts like syrup straight down his throat. your voice carries through with soft moans as you twitch against his face, his tongue easing out of you to lick your cunt clean of the remnants from your orgasm.

you’re panting softly as you come down from your orgasm, body twitching positively with aftershocks to the heat and softness of souya’s tongue and mouth. when he finally lets you go, you bend down to his height level before pressing your kiss against his in a heated kiss. his hands come up to adjust your mask before they move down to cup your face, thumbs rubbing across your cheeks. you moan into his mouth as your tongue slips into his to lick at the taste of yourself on him while your hand travels down to stroke his achingly hard cock and the other to his flitting tail which has only grown more excited at the feeling of your lips on his.

“need a break?” souya asks in between sweet pecks to your lips. you nod as he plants a kiss to the tip of your nose before sitting back while he stands up and stops the recording on both cameras.

the break is what it usually consists of, refreshing gulps of water and a few minutes to cuddle and draw the connection in once again before the two of you get up to move the cameras around. setting them up in position that promise a better angle of the next scene which will be on the bed.

when the camera’s recording again a few minutes later, souya’s leaning over you one hand intertwined with yours that's lying in front of you while the other is bent at the elbow, fingers parting your slick folds before sinking inside. your clench around him is immediate, two thick and long fingers are just enough to stretch you out comfortably.

your knees part to give him more room as he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of you, the sloppy wet sound increasing in volume as he whispers into your ear. “you’re gonna be loud for your puppy, right? let all our viewers hear how good my cock makes you feel, hm?” right on cue, your vision focuses on the camera in front of you, capturing the scene of souya’s body on top of yours, his hand over yours and the twitching flex of his other shoulder as its fingers pump into you. at least from this angle, they can also see the way his tail wags erratically.

“mhm, gonna be extra loud for you, puppy. m–my puppy.” you slur, hips bouncing back so skin meets skin while his fingers dig deeper into you. he rewards you with a kiss before sitting up on his knees and pulling his fingers out of you. the hand holding yours releases after a short squeeze before landing on your bare back, now void of the matching bra, pushing you down and arching your back so your ass remains high up in the air.

“your puppy. all yours.” he agrees as he takes the head of his cock and rubs the tip along your folds. you’re clenching impatiently, twitching to hurry and ease him inside but he’s the one in control. it’s silent for a few seconds but you can feel a whine bubble from the back of your throat, only releasing it when you feel a warm glob of spit land on your ass before it’s smothered down to your cunt with the head of souya’s cock. then, finally losing patience himself, he pushes his head in and sinks into your hole slowly and all the way until his balls rest against your clit.

the two of you let out long sighs of relief as your walls encompass his cock, thick and long and so familiar that you squeeze around him extra tight like you’ve been without him for months. he shudders as he grabs your hips, quickly getting used to the feeling of your warmth around him before he draws his hips back and pushes into you again. he starts off slow, letting you grow accustomed to his cock and its hardness as it prods and grazes against your sensitive walls.

“look at you, taking all of me in. such a good girl.” the smile is so evident in his voice and you grow dizzy with pleasure.

“puppy, pl- please move. ‘make me so feel good, ‘nd i wanna make you feel good too!”

he groans as you quickly lose your mind, giving in and setting a pace that he knows you love, enough for you to fidget against the bed but not nearly fast enough for the creaks to sound at the roughness of his thrusts. the camera catches the way your ass jiggles as they meet his hips and the way the lines of his abs deepen with each exertion. perfect material for all your viewers to lust and fawn over when they watch over the finished product.

“can’t hear you, baby. what happened to being loud for your puppy, huh?” souya asks, his hand snaking through your hair and tugging you up so your face is in view of the camera but your mask falls off. the annoyance at the realisation that he’ll have to edit in a blurred circle over your face quickly disappears when he looks at the viewfinder, seeing your eyes roll while your mouth falls open in a sharp gasp. he pushes a rough thrust into you and you cry out, sweet voice falling into a moan that ends in a delirious puppy!

“that’s right, let them know, baby. l–let them hear how good puppy’s good is ma– making you feel– ugh.” he releases your hair and lets you fall face first into the soft blanket, stilling with his cock still deep inside you as he picks up your mask and readjusts it over the top half of your face. “gotta keep your pretty mask on, can’t have people seeing that pretty face or they’ll want you even more, right?” he coos, voice so sweet but in this context, it causes a shiver to run up your spine at his possessiveness.

you shake your head, “‘m all yours, puppy. no one else, just you!” you muffle into the bed sheets and he hums as his hand cups the underside of your face, lifting your face to the side before smashing his lips against yours in a desperate kiss. your mouth falls open and he slips his tongue inside, turning the kiss messy with your noses brushing against each other’s cheek. “please move again, puppy. wanna feel you cum inside.” he coos at your pleas, smiling sweetly against your lips that have turned glossy with the mix of your spit and his.

“‘course, baby. my cum doesn’t belong anywhere else.” souya rubs his cheek against yours as he arches his back to rut into you. you mewl at the closeness of him, how his skin covers yours and the sweat emanating from both of you sticks the two of you together.

feeling the last phase begin to take its toll, souya stands up on his knees once more, one arm curling around your waist to press hardened fingers against your clit, rubbing your nub in time with his thrusts which pick up with enough speed and force that has you gasping and biting into the sheets beneath you. completely overwhelmed, heat settles in the pit of your stomach and quickly spreads throughout the rest of your body, familiar enough that you know what’s approaching.

“hnggh pu– puppyy i’m gnna cum!” your sentence trails off in a drawn out moan as your body tightens up and your pussy grips souya’s cock in a vice tight grip, orgasm washing you in waves that has your brain emptying into nothing.

“yeahh baby, just like that. so tight around me, i love it.” he groans as he fucks you through the twitches of your climax. he swears he can feel every single one of your muscles stimulating his cock, milking him for his own cum to fill you up. with his mind slowly giving into the blissful feeling, he doesn’t get the chance to announce his own climax, using the last of his energy to fall on top of you, mouth beside your ear and groans spilling out of his lips in time with the cum spilling deep into you. you turn your head just in time for his lips to find the side of your mouth before they connect with yours. your breath mixes with each other’s as you pant heavily, letting the sensation of your orgasm mellow you both out.

“love you s’much, puppy.”

souya smiles, his heart feeling so full at your softness.

“i love you too, baby.”

two days later, after editing the video and inserting clips from both angles, it’s ready to be posted. you’re both resting against the couch in the living room, relaxing after an hour long livestream that still has your body and muscles aching. your work laptop is in souya’s lap and you watch as he puts the final edits to the video description before finally pressing ‘post’. the two of you share one final kiss and that’s that.

the next morning when you wake up, you get a notification from the website, congratulating the two of you for the top spot on the site’s popular creators and that’s all it takes for you realize the success of your popularity doesn’t come from souya exclusively, but from the both of you.

#souya x reader #souya smut #souya kawata smut #souya kawata x reader #angry smut #angry x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev smut #anime smut #reupload bc i posted it too late if you saw the first version no you didnt #mon's words

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stevetonyweekly · 11 months ago

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SteveTony Weekly - December 23

This week’s list is a day early -- if you didn’t see the holiday posting schedule, we’re gonna have two lists this weekend and next:

Regular Weekly List - Dec 23

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Lots of recs to get you through the holiday season--enjoy!! And be sure to leave a comment/kudos for your author.

In Trouble Deep by FestiveFerret, SirSapling

"Whoever did this has a reason, and Stark needs to be with someone who can protect him. He won’t exactly be able to protect himself like this.” Fury looked at the baby consideringly. “No, it’s you, Steve. Besides, he likes you. Suck it up, soldier, you’re stuck with him.”

remember to remember me by xWinterDreamsx

“Look at me. Look at me.”

Tony looked. He looked and he felt, for a moment, that this can’t have been the first time he got lost in those blue eyes. It felt familiar, in a way he didn’t understand.

Snowed In by ashes0909

“Are you flirting with me, Tony? Because this feels a lot like arguing and we argue a lot. Have we been flirting this whole time?”

Hot Chocolate by ashes0909

The hot chocolate that currently warmed Tony's hands still reminded him of Steve, because these days everything did.

Insulation Inspiration by ashes0909

“It’s rare to get a blizzard this bad but I remember…” Steve chuckled again, shifting so he could brush a kiss on the top Tony’s head, but he didn’t continue.

So, Tony prodded. “Yes…? Vague memory alert. You know I’m all about instant gratification. Don’t leave me hanging. What do you remember?”

Blanketed in Snow by ashes0909 for betheflame

“I know you’ll say this isn’t the best time for me to point it out, but I mentioned needing a survival bag in this car last month,” Steve greeted.

“And yet…” Tony quirked up a half smile. “Pointing.”

Unwrapped by ashes0909

Steve waited by the tree like a present wrapped in red satin and rosy cheeks.

Steve still can’t believe how long it took for him to notice. It wasn’t a secret really, just something that no one had cared to ask...it honestly took Rhodey pulling him aside and pulling out an old photo album, before Steve really understood.

Tony Stark was a Bucky Barnes fan.

(aka The one where Tony is the biggest Bucky Barnes fanboy, Steve is a supportive boyfriend, and Bucky is perplexed by it all.)

"Free to Good Home" by Captain_Panda

"Oliver and Company" AU.

There's a great big world outside the box.

the world spins madly on by goodmorningbeloved (3799steps)

This isn’t about the beginning.

This is about the bullet that slices through Steve Rogers’s heart, neat and clean, and leaves him for dead in the dust. This is about the gun that suddenly feels cold, colder, in Tony’s hand as he lunges to his feet and lurches forward, screaming and screaming.

Or, Steve and Tony meet again in the afterlife.

a properly scholarly attitude by goodmorningbeloved (3799steps)

“You’re.” Steve takes one look at him and stops after this one word—or two, technically, he’ll fight Tony to the death on that debate—because his boyfriend’s behind a pile of books with a pair of thick frames drooping low over the bridge of his nose, just at the right angle to emphasize his thick lashes and— and— Tony has glasses?

From the Ground Up by ohjustpeachy

Tony and Steve broke up years ago and Tony never quite got over it. When they finally see each other again at Pepper's wedding, Rhodey convinces Tony this might just be his second chance.

the sun rises back home by goodmorningbeloved (3799steps)

“Now, how’d a big guy like you get all the way in here, huh?” Tony doesn’t have to bend down too far to run his finger through soft golden fur. It’s not that the tower is built to actively keep out strays - Tony knows Bruce and Natasha take turns nursing stray cats that come around - but dogs this size don’t usually manage to squeeze past the back gates, especially one that looks bigger than the standard golden retriever.

You Could Stay by tinystark616

Steve doesn't expect Tony to go on a mission with him now that he has a daughter to take care of. Tony doesn't expect Steve to take care of him after they save the world. They're both wrong.

Or,

Two moments where Steve and Tony choose to stay together, during and post the events of Avengers: Endgame.

The Ghost of Christmas Present by ashes0909

Steve was hoping he could get through the holiday season by staying alone in his apartment and not talking to anyone. But then Tony Stark happened.

Jingle All the Way by ashes0909

The helmet lowered and Tony smirked. “You mentioned they seemed festive.”

Reasons Why We Ended It by ashes0909 for ohjustpeachy

This was the fifth time he’d seen Tony since they broke up, and it was easier every time...but that was hard, in and of itself.

Premier by JehBeeEh

“One hour and we can go home,” Tony reminded him when his lips left Steve’s brow and moved to the tip of his nose. “Happy will go straight from here to the back entrance where our SUV is waiting.” He finally joined their lips and Steve sigh into the kiss.

“One hour,” Steve repeated quietly as he felt the truck inch forward to its position at the start of the red carpet.

"death by coffee" and other search queries by goodmorningbeloved (3799steps)

In which Steve's feelings are hopelessly obvious through his Google searches. JARVIS decides to step in.

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

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moonyswoony43 · 1 year ago

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Fuck me

Chapter One

I had a dream and now i'm writing it and making it better 😊

He slams you against the wall, your back immediately feeling the cold brick texture “FUCK” you cough as all the air in your lungs leave. “Give up” the mandalorian basically growled behind the beskar helmet, his gloved hands firmly wrapped around the neck of your shirt, you pant as the taste of iron filled your mouth as blood gushed from your nose, not to mention you can feel the bruises forming around your side, he definitely broke at least two ribs.

Although you were in a lot of pain you couldn't help but chuckle “now where's the fun in that?” and grab the knife conveniently placed at your side and slash the inside of his thigh, he howls and naturally lets go letting you slip away and start running.

But It's not long until he’s right behind you again “dammit he’s not one to give up is he?” you grumble under your breath.

You've been going at it for at least an hour now, usually it didn’t take more than 25 minutes before hunters gave up trying to chase you or you had to lose them. But this guy didn’t seem on giving up anytime soon, your guessing they had lifted the bounty price because there’s no way a hunter would care this much right?, who knows how much that desperate old fuck would pay to get his hands on you again.

You run into a crowd to try and lose him but as you crash and bump into multiple people he has no problem passing through as they make way for a mandalorian.

Although this is the closest you've ever been to being caught, you weren’t scared

your cockiness was way too big to let you worry. When you finally got out of the crowd you had entered the small street you knew like the back of your hand. You turn around now running backwards “is the armor slowing you down mando?,” you say in a curious voice, if it was gonna last a while why not make it fun. Of course the mysterious man doesn’t respond.

you can hear a man in the distance. It was the guy who was always selling his fruits and you remembered how he’d always have three crates of extra fruit against the wall of a building “how about you take it off and show me that pretty face of yours?” You wink and grin as you watch him stutter with his next step after the comment. You turn around and with perfect timing you’re able to hop on top of the crates and jump, pulling yourself up on top of the roof of the building, you turn around to see if he would do the same but to your surprise, he didn’t. He just stared at you from below, his chest falling and rising, “what? You afraid of heights?” You chuckled as you huffed for air, crouching over the edge. Again he didn’t say anything and after a minute he started walking away but not without a limp, most likely from your handy work. And before he was too far away you decide to say one more thing “your ass looks great from this angle” you yell from above and you grin when you see him immediately flip you off from over his shoulder

you begin to walk away but it’s not even your second step when you feel the adrenaline leave your body and feel the pain finally hit you like a fucking train, it was so much that you physically couldn’t hold yourself up anymore so the minute your foot hit the ground your body followed. You hiss “prick”. You groan as you pick yourself up bearing the pain, and grabbing your side and begin to limp.

You wander through the streets as the suns went down minute by minute, you make sure to take a couple of loops around the city just to be sure no one’s following you. You make your way to a cantina your friend Maria works at, you had met her the day you started running and she took you in like a family member. You see her in the distance as she’s closing the doors “Maria!” recognizing your voice she turns to see you smiling “Hey- HOLY FUCK YOUR NOSE” she immediately drops her bag and keys on the floor and runs towards you instantly cupping your face, you let it happen cringing “that bad?” you ask her, After a minute she lets go, turning back to grab her stuff. “What happened this time?” She said unlocking the door and rushing inside, you followed closely behind “I mean you get into stupid shit all the time but you never come back this bad, are you fighting for money again?” She asked as she walked behind the bar and came back out with a bottle of alcohol and a rag, something you were used to seeing at this point “No, its was a bounty hunter” you sighed as you flopped onto a stool “psh, yeah right what actually happened” she said not believing you for a second “Its true” you reassured her not happy about it, you watch as she pours the alcohol into a cup and dips the rag in it “okay, so your telling me that after a year of successfully out running MULTIPLE of bounty hunters with minor injures all of a sudden your limping in here with a black eye, broken nose, and by the way your holding you side I’m guessing a broken rib or two?” she says bringing the rag up to your nose “he-AH” you hiss when you feel the sting of the alcohol against the damage “oh stop it, your being dramatic” she said unfazed too focused on the injury “he was a- AH- AH OKAY YOUR DOING THAT ON PURPOSE” “WELL IF YOU WOULD STOP MOVING IT WOULDN’T HURT AS MUCH” she yelled annoyed punching your shoulder in a very older sister type of a way, maybe because she was older and after a year and a half of caring for eachother it wouldn’t change anything if you did call her your sister.

“Wait I thought there werent anymore mandalorians since the great purge?” she said confused. After cleaning up your nose she gave you an ice pack for your eye and had moved on to your ribs wrapping them carefully with bandages “yeah, I thought that too until I was getting my ass beat by one” you told her in annoyance and then there was silence. It wasn’t a weird silence, it was just silence, neither of you break it until “....are they as hot as people say they are?” “M I WAS GETTING MY ASS BEAT” “I’M JUST ASKING”.

“You got a cigarette?” you ask her as your about to leave “umm, yeah but you buying a new pack cause this is my last one” she digs through her bag and pulls it out “k, thanks” you say as you reach to grab it before she takes it back “promise me the next time I see it’ll be with my cigarettes” she says with the dead serious look on her face, you scoff, but she just raises her eyebrows waiting for a real answer” “fine. I promise” you smile, she gives a skeptical look but gives you it anyway and you snatch before she can take back again, you turn to leave until you feel maria grab your arm firmly and you turn to look at her confused, “Don’t get caught moron,” although she tried to cover it up with the teasing name you could see how worried she really was “-today was too damn close”. You look at her and smile

“I never get caught”

You continue to walk through the night with a perfectly good cigarette in your hand, it wasn’t until maria crossed the street and turned the corner that you realized you didn’t even have a lighter. As you walk by you come across an older lady selling blankets who conveniently had a candle burning on the stand, kind of a bad idea considering blankets and fire don’t sound like too good of a mix but who were you to judge? You place the cigarette over the fire, eventually lighting it and placing it into your mouth.

You continue walking when you enter into a new street, the entirety of the street was empty, with the dark engulfing it and only a flickering light lit the way “this isn’t creepy at all” you say sarcastically to yourself. You stop when only the butt of your cigarette is left, to your right, was the empty road, and to your left, was a dark alley. You flick the butt on the floor and stomp on it with the heel of your toe, suddenly you feel a fist make contact with the side of your face

Shit.

the blood had already had time to dry as it covered the left side of your forehead, your head was pounding. You didn’t know whether to blame it on the nasty punch you got or how your head made contact with the rocky ground every two seconds since the bounty hunter had been dragging you around by a rope tied to your wrists like a fucking kid pulling his wagon around, shit you wouldn’t be surprised if the motherfucker started skipping his happy ass to his ship

Everything was still hazy but you knew you had to think fast. Quickly you grabbed the piece of rope pulling you and yanked as hard as you could. This led to the mandalorian stumbling back giving you enough time to move as much as the rope would let you and push him down to the ground, pinning him down with your weight and grabbing the small knife that was sitting in his belt and bringing it up to his neck. “Just let me go'' you said grimacingly behind your teeth, your breath heavy, keeping a firm but shaky hand around the knife against his neck. Sometimes you had to take things seriously, even if it was a killjoy. He, however, was not fazed and instead chuckled and tilted his head “I like this part of you better, less annoying” and before you could do or respond to him you feel a sharp pain to your side “ah- what the fu-” you look to see what it was.

A needle, he stabbed you with a fucking needle. All of a sudden everything felt fuzzy and light and when you tried to look back at him he had already pushed you off and you didn’t even notice. What the fuck is going on you said to yourself as you watch him pick up the item and put it in a baggy. Your head started pounding horribly, your body couldn’t bear to move but your mind knew you had too, so you began to get up to your feet while he was “distracted”. Getting up was no problem but the second you tried to walk you were met by the hard ground, you continue trying, you could feel his eyes on you as you try horribly to run away, eventually you felt a hand place itself on the small of your back and your arm involuntarily wrap itself around the back of man's neck. “What did you do to me” you said weakly you voice cracking “I didn’t do anything I gave you a sedative, which was supposed to be for my next bounty who was six foot ten” “this feels like the worst high ever” you whine embarrassingly but you couldn’t help it “it's not supposed to be fun” he said trying to shut you up “dick”.

As you continued to walk the bad part of the drug seemed to be wearing off already only leaving the feeling fuzziness “so much for beating a giant with this thing, this shit wears off fast” he doesn’t say anything your mind began to wonder “wait…are you telling me you used what seemed to be a very important sedative on a guy an inch taller than you? Was I that intimidating to you mando?” you look at him with a stupid smile plastered on you face “no you were getting annoying and I had no other choice” “I meaannn I was already in bad shape and too tense to focus plus my hands tied you could’ve easily- ” you don’t finish when he lets go of you and your immediately back on floor this time against a tree. You watch in the dark as Mando walks over to a specific tree and picks something up from behind it but before you could see what it was it all started again, the dizziness, the pounding headaches, the fuzzy eyesight. You groan, dropping your head against the tree and bring the balls of your palms and place them against your eyes. “It comes in waves” he says, “what?” you say not paying attention, You open your eyes to see him look down at you with what seemed to be a green blob? It was hard to see since the was one of the systems “the sedative, its comes in waves” you drop your head and whine

“fuck me”

#the mandalorian #male reader #no y/n #possible triggers #my first fanfiction #mando x reader #slow burn #sort of #constructive critism welcome #but please #be nice #mando x male reader #slow writer

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integra1127grimmreaper · 2 years ago

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The Replacement - Part twenty-five

Negan Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 24

Warning: Mention of violence and death

"We're running on empty now..." you remark while making breakfast for the kids.

"Not quite sure how much further I can stretch what we got."

"I know..." Rosita heavily sighs out.

"I just hope the others make it back in time."

"Me too" you respond, leaving the kitchen to deliver the food to the kids.

Coming back into the kitchen, you begin storing the leftovers.

"I hope they don't mind having the same thing for dinner."

"Have you eaten?" Rosita asks then.

"I'll be fine" you brush her off.

"Y/N..." Rosita frowns at you disapprovingly.

"You have to eat."

"The children need the food more" you argue.

"Precisely" Rosita rebuts.

"Including the one in your womb. You need to keep your strength up, you need to eat... if only for the health of your baby."

Letting out a sigh of defeat, you head to the refrigerator to grab yourself a portion of the food.

"Happy..." you mumble out with a mouth full of food.

"Very much" Rosita grins at you.

"I might not like the kid's father, but I've grown to respect and like you."

"Thanks..." you chuckle at her remark.

"You mind watching Coco for me?" Rosita then asks.

"Sure, no problem" you nod in agreement.

They had made it out alive from the tunnels, but now it seemed that Negan and the rest of the team's luck had run out.

On their way to a detour to restock up on supplies, the team ran into a horrendous scene; dead bodies were strung up on posts all along the road they were traveling.

"This place sure has gone to shit last time I was here" Negan remarks staring at the scene in front of him, along with everyone else.

"Let's double back..." Negan suggests.

"We can cut thro-"

An arrow suddenly comes flying out of nowhere, hitting Roy directly in the eye. Before anyone knew what was going on; all hell broke loose, arrows and throwing knives were raining down on them from all angles.

Everyone scatters for cover then as a large group of heavily armed men slowly approached them.

"Run!" someone screams as arrows and knives whisked pass them, connecting with most of the group members as they fled for their lives.

Negan after being injured in the leg during the attack, manages to come across an abandoned shopping mall.

He decides to take a breather and hide out inside until the coast is clear, which ends up being a wise decision for both Alden and Maggie.

Hearing a commotion coming from the upper floor, Negan makes it just in time to assist Maggie in her struggle with one of their attackers, clobbering the person over the head with his crowbar.

Realising that Alden was in trouble, Maggie grabs a knife, throwing it into the back of the one attacking him.

Crying out in pain, the attacker throws something in their direction. Realising what it was, Negan grabs hold of Maggie and dives for cover as a blinding explosion goes off.

As visibility began to clear, while still slightly disorientated; Maggie points out to Negan that the body of the one that had attacked her has disappeared, along with the second person.

Rushing toward Alden, they find him gravely injured.

"Jesus..." Negan mutters out at the sight.

"Let's see" Maggie remarks.

"Sure thing Boss..." Alden responds sarcastically.

"That good huh?" he remarks when they remain deadly silent after having looked at his injuries.

"You can walk?" Maggie asks him.

"Not gonna know until we try" Alden replies as Maggie grabs hold of him to assist in getting up from the floor.

"Whoa, Whoa..." Negan utters in concern.

"You're not seriously thinking that we keep going?"

"They'll be back, we gotta keep moving..." Alden comments.

"Wait, what exactly is the plan here?" Negan asks then.

"The plan doesn't change" Maggie responds.

"We need that food. We get to the radio tower, find the supply house, and wait for the others."

"And what if the others are dead?" Negan enquires.

"Listen... I know theatrics. Those people, they just told us exactly how insane they are... We can't be on a road; we can't be on any road that they could use. It's a shit plan."

"Then you tell me a better one that doesn't starve us all..." Maggie hisses out at him.

"I am on your side, Maggie..."

"Then help me with him..." she remarks.

Realizing that she wasn't going to change her mind about the plan, Negan assist in helping Alden get up and out of the building.

Going at a slow pace due to Alden's injuries, they hear the sound of a woman scream while fighting off Walkers.

"Really? So, we're just gonna go toward the screaming...?" Negan remarks sarcastically as Maggie and Alden make their way to where the sound was coming from.

"Cool..." he comments as they continue on in the direction.

When getting closer, they then come across, Agatha fighting off some Walkers.

After having taken the Walkers out, she then informs Maggie that, Duncan looks to be mortally wounded.

As Maggie rushes to his side, another Walker comes up from the side, heading directly for Alden. He goes to stab it but ends up lodging his knife in the Walkers cheek instead.

Removing the knife and going for a second attempt, he finally nails it in the head; causing Negan to stare in amusement as he struggles to catch his breath thereafter.

Everyone stood silent as Maggie spoke with a dying Duncan, not long after their conversation he passes away and a mournful Maggie takes care that he doesn't turn.

"Twice as many as before" Negan remarks as Maggie stares out through binoculars at the herd of Walkers roaming the forest up ahead of them.

"You need to rethink your plan, Maggie."

"You're a free man, Negan" she replies.

"If you wanna go, then go."

Knowing that it really wasn't an option for him, not with having a pregnant wife back home that was just as in need for that food; Negan tries to reason with her then.

"I can help you. Your friends, they trusted me... You were gone for a long time... things changed; people change."

"No" Maggie remarks.

"Maybe you got them fooled, but not me... Stop pretending you're one of us, Negan."

Negan stares at her silently then as she continues on.

"Maybe you even believe it, but you're probably as good at lying to yourself as you are to everybody else, especially Y/N. You think I don't see how tightly you got her wrapped around your finger? She's a fool... because you're nothing but a manipulating liar, and one day soon she'll see the real you."

Taken aback by Maggie's last words, Negan stares at her silently for a second, deciding to drop the matter then and walks away instead.

Keeping his distance from Maggie and the rest as they continued on through the forest, Negan suddenly stops in his tracks when coming face to face with a completely charred Walker tied up to a tree, with the name; Judas written above its head.

"What the hell?" Maggie remarks seeing it.

Negan looks over his shoulder at her, silently turning back to stare at the Walker again, and that was when he notices that they were slowly being surrounded by Walkers.

They try as quickly as possible to escape, but with Alden being injured they soon find themselves caged in, having to fight their way out now.

Negan and Agatha try to take out as many of them as possible while covering Maggie and Alden's escape, but somehow during it; Agatha gets bitten on the arm.

While helping Alden, Negan notices Maggie attempting to save her as both are being swarmed by Walkers.

Rushing in, Negan seeing that Agatha was a lost cause; grabs hold of Maggie, dragging her out from it while she screamed and fought him in wanting to save her friend.

You were standing outside on the porch with Coco when, Carol, Rosita, Magna and Kelly walked through the gates, along with Alexandria's missing horses.

"I see you guys found the horses" you remark to Rosita as she walked toward you.

"Yeah, we almost lost hope, but somehow we came through..."

"It's good we have them back, we'll need them..." you nod.

"Yeah, we'll need them for going on runs" Rosita agrees.

"I meant as a food supply..." you reply matter-of-factly.

"I didn't think of that" Rosita cringes slightly.

"It's better than starving" you remark.

Your and Carol's mind seemed to have had the same thoughts, it wasn't long after your conversation with Rosita, that she and Aaron came out of the barn with buckets of raw meat.

"I see you had the same thought as I had" you remark to Carol.

"We have no other choice..." she replies.

"I know, that's exactly what I told Rosita... horse meat is better than starving to death."

"You'll help me with preparing it?" Carol faintly smiles at your comment.

"Sure, let's get it ready" you smile at her in response.

"Here you go, Kiddo..." you hand Judith a plate with enough meat for her and the others.

"Where did you guys get meat?" she stares at the plate in surprise.

"I thought all the deer were gone."

You grimace at her silently, crouching down to her eye level.

"I ain't gonna lie to ya Jud, it's horse meat..."

"Horse meat...?" she looks at you in shock.

You nod at her in response.

"We don't have any other choice, Sweetie... it's either this or we starve."

"I guess so then..." Judith grimaces at the plate deep in thought.

She was just a few steps away, when suddenly she turned back around.

"Have you eaten, Aunt Y/N?"

"Not yet..." you stare in surprise at her question.

"Is there enough for you as well? If not, you can have mine..."

"There's over enough, Sweetie, don't worry" you frown at her remark.

"Why do you ask?"

Placing the plate on the table, Judith steps closer to you.

"I overheard your conversation with Rosita this morning... you need to eat for the baby's sake."

Gasping out softly at her words, you carefully scan around to see if anyone heard her.

"Don't worry, Sweetheart, I'm going to eat as well" you faintly smile at her.

"Can I ask a favour?"

"Sure..." Judith nods.

"Could we keep me being pregnant just between the two of us?"

Judith stares at you silently for a second, and then nods in agreement.

"It's because you're scared about how people are going to react when they find out Negan's the baby's dad."

You couldn't help but smile at how extremely smart she was for her young age.

"How did you figure it out?"

Judith stares at you deadpan, "why do you think I kept talking about him to you, and you to him?"

"Were you playing matchmaker...?" you chuckle at her comment.

"I think you two make a cute couple..." she flashes you a toothy grin.

"Go on and eat..." you chuckle, shaking your head at her being a smartass.

"Goddamn... shit..." Negan grunts, spitting out the protein bar he had taken a bite of.

"What...?" he remarks noticing Alden and Maggie staring at him.

"You like the taste of crap carboard?"

Neither of the two responds to him, instead they notice the sounds of vultures circling above them.

"We should get back in the woods" Negan remarks.

"The road is faster" Maggie objects his suggestion.

"He's right" Alden comments.

"Woods have cover, it's safer."

Noticing a church up ahead points to it, "let's go there."

"We need to keep moving" Alden objects.

"No, we need a break" Maggie responds.

Entering the church, Maggie helps Alden to sit.

"We'll rest here for a while, then we'll head out, ok?"

Silently standing to the side, a slightly agitated Negan stare at the two.

"I know what ya thinking... the answer is; no" Maggie remarks to him.

Staring at her in a slight amused manner, Negan softly scoffs at her response.

Alden proceeds then to convince Maggie to go on without him, but she objects to it at every point he makes.

"The sun is going down, Maggie..." Negan interrupts their debate.

"You have to make a decision."

"It's easy for you, isn't it?" Maggie sneers out.

"Being reckless with somebody else's life."

Negan doesn't respond, instead staring her dead in the eye as she continues on.

"But you don't get to decide who lives and who dies anymore. It's your fault that we're here... it's your fault. Because you destroyed everything we built."

That's just the thing... there were two lives that he was responsible for now, and they were the only reason he was even here doing this.

"You still have to decide..."

Part 26

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cherryblossomsandhydrangeas · 1 year ago

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Sk8 Rewatch Ep9

God I hope either the OVA or Season 2 gives us more Cherry and Joe backstory cause fuck do they deserve it.

Cherry, honestly, you have extended your hand to Adam far too many times. Honestly, what has he done for you other than take? You try and give your friendship, you try and give a helping hand, you try and give love, and you try and offer a chance to be better, but he won’t take it. It’s not your job to fix him, and at this point it’s hurting you more than you realize.

I wish Sk8 was longer cause we deserved more serious beefs for Joe, Cherry, Miya, and Shadow. Really amp them up to show why their the top skaters of the place.

I’m gonna start walking around S with a shirt that says “Reki Defense Squad” and a bat.

Reki: “Hey, LANGA!” (Now everyone at S knows ya’ll are gay.) [Who am I kidding? S is just a gay club with skateboarding.]

So, fun fact, steel beams can weigh over 1,000lbs even if it’s a small beam. Since it was being held up by a crane we can assume that the beam that Joe kicked was at least 4,000lbs. Muscle-bound God of Skateboarding indeed.

Ooof, Cherry knew Joe lost even before the race finished.

Adam: I can hear them now, the ringing of wedding bells! You’re about to hear my foot going up your ass.

Joe taking over for Oliver again. At this point, Nanako’s gonna be paying child support.

Oh, Reki, baby. 😢😢😢

Not gonna lie, when I first watched Sk8, I actually put a little hope into Adam, watching him lose his voice after he pulled Cherry’s card. His little “Oh” had me thinking he actually had a soul for a hot second.

The one outcome Joe didn’t want coming true. God can you imagine, even if he won against Langa, he’d still have had to watch Adam and Cherry’s beef?!

Cherry: I’ve been waiting for this day. Adam: I didn’t want to compete against you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

I do actually like that Joe can flirt with people he only probably expects a passionate one-night stand, or something of a short relationship from. But, when it’s someone he truly loves, he loses his voice and becomes flustered.

Adam: Hey, how long is this little skit of yours going to go on? It’s about time to start. Me: Aww, is someone jealous he gave up his only two friends and that they still find happiness in each other? Sounds like a you problem.

Joe: Be careful. He’s not the old Adam. Cherry: I don’t need you to tell me that. Oof the double meaning in that.

If you think Cherry not only dodging the Love Hug, but also skating a corner with his eyes closed isn’t cool only because Carla told him the angle, we can’t be friends and I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.

Ya’ll ever noticed Cherry talks to himself a lot?

I have so many words I have to say about Adam v. Cherry. Like. Sooooo many.

I wonder if these are his classmates or just random dudes he found. Like 3/4 are actually kinda cute, even though the two on the right look like total snobs.

Now, I’m 100% gonna make a separate post about Adam & Cherry, but for now, aren’t the red tiles on the ground sorta posed likes wings?

You can physically see Joe’s last shred of hope for Adam shriveling up and dying. Joe can tolerate a lot of shit, but he 100% has a line and it’s name is Sakurayakishi Kaoru.

I need those fucking contacts.

Reki, no, come back and take this pin right this second. 🥺

No, Tadashi, Adam being like this is not your fault. You’ve just been groomed to believe that any wrongdoing he does is on your shoulders.

Adam: You’re so naive, Cherry. Me: Damn, it’s almost as if he cares about you.

I like the way that Sk8 shows that Cherry’s current feelings for Adam aren’t romantic. When he gets hit, the image that shatters isn’t the one of the two of them looking into each other’s eyes or when Adam calls them special. It’s the one of him with Adam and Joe. The one of them laughing and being happy, something that he wishes that they all could have again.

I’m so gonna make a post on Adam’s boring comment. Like, how can I not? He’s so full of shit it’s actually insane. Like, I’m sorry you’re not letting yourself have fun.

On another note, I’m also gonna make a post on why I think Kaoru can’t go into the zone. And it’s not because of the way he skates either.

So am I supposed to believe the hospital didn’t call the cops when Kaoru escaped?

Love how it’s implied Joe drank that entire bottle of wine. Like, can you imagine how worried he was, head injuries are no joke.

Joe, sweetie, you need to tell him.

#sk8 cherry blossom #sk8 the infinity #sk8 #sk8 joe #sk8 ad*m #sk8 langa #sk8 nanako #sk8 reki #sk8 rewatch #sk8 shadow #sk8 tadashi #sk8 miya

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cancelled : zibermuda (jjk)

Summary —Jungkook has a passion for camo pants, science, and debating with strangers on the internet. Usually, he wins arguments, but when you show up in the comment section of one of his his blog posts, shit goes down and he’s left wanting more than a virtual conversation.

Genre — smut (sci-blogger!jk, fashion-blogger!oc)

Words — 6,416

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On a Thursday night, Jeon Jungkook — a cybersecurity major — is sat in his dorm-room with nothing else to do other than leisurely scroll through his social media feed. There’s not a lot going on in his mind right now either, aside from the odd thought about the girl who sits at the very front of his ‘Python Scripting’ class. She’s fond of wearing tight tank tops and he’s very fond of looking over her shoulder.

That’s when he sees it; a miscreant with the username ’frillsarecute2’ has left a rather insolent comment underneath his latest blog post.

frillsarecute2 commented on your post: you sound dumb as hell.. tulips need a nutrient ratio of 10-10-10 and the fertiliser needs to be slow releasing.

Frills? He repeats to himself. Cute? Who the fuck is this?

Your profile picture is a seductive shot of your face and a tease of your bare shoulder (and a great one at that.) Jungkook has never once seen a girl like any of his posts, let alone comment on them. To him, the girl in your profile photo is way too hot to be anywhere near this section of the internet, so he’s quick to come to a ball-busting conclusion; your account is fake. But, more importantly, how dare this stranger over the internet call him dumb? What the fuck do you know about anything?

Without much rational thought, he clicks on your profile — not even bothering to scroll through your posts — and direct messages you.

[luck_master + frillsarecute2]

With brows furrowed and fingers ready to attack the keyboard, he waits for your response. You could be anywhere in the world right now with a completely different timezone, but he wants an answer right this second. Exactly two minutes and twelve seconds later, you send in your response.

Jungkook took a plant biology broadening unit in his first year of college, so he sure as hell knows how plants and their functions go. He knows science like his dick knows his right hand. And, speaking of dicks in hands, he decides to close the chat for a moment to scroll through your posts. Further investigation, if you will.

Tits. Tits everywhere.

Whoever this chick is, he’s hot for her. Scattered all throughout your blog are photos of your body wrapped in various colours and cuts of lace. Other posts are of fashionable outfits, fresh gardens, and coffee art. But, why the fuck would he care about the latte you had last week? He sees more tits than he knows what to do with and his dick is very fucking happy about it.

Now, let’s get one thing straight. frillsarecute2 may be a greasy, forty year old man sitting in his mom’s basement, but Jungkook is a guy with raging hormones and these photos are of a woman he’d like to see naked.

And so, he types up that exact username and sends a friend request your way. He truly, truly believes that he’s about to be sent a photo of some balding man with a dirty beard, but he doesn’t receive that image at all. This is exactly why he just about ascends into heaven and bursts out into gospel choir when you send him a snapchat of your face. You’re you, and jesus fucking christ, you are so hot.

Jungkook debates with himself, mostly because he is the epitome of internet safety. But, come on now, what harm are you gonna do to him? You’re just some girl over the internet with good angles and an even better lingerie collection.

He snaps a photo of himself — nothing special, just him looking at the camera like he wants to throw hands with the recipient — and then hits send. If there’s one thing to note about Jungkook, it’s that he doesn’t realise (or care to realise) just how attractive he is. If he spoke to girls on campus instead of looking at them from the corner of his eye, he’d be drowning in pussy and his dick would be on life support.

He dresses without a care in the world, but that’s exactly what makes him so stylish. Streetwear, basketball sneakers, combat boots, camo print, skull print; he has it all and he wears it so well. His fingers are littered with thick, silver, meaningless rings and his hair is usually jet-black and un-tame. Monochrome is his palette and girls like you are just his type.

Being who Jungkook is, he doesn’t dwell on the accuracy of the comment, and instead uses it as a balloon pump for his inflatable ego. A hot girl called him hot, so he must be. A hot girl said she would fuck him, so he’d definitely get laid if you were here right now. That’s how his mind works. It’s black and white. He says what he means or he doesn’t say anything at all.

He also plans on returning the compliment, but is swiftly interrupted by his friends and their booming group chat. So, instead of entertaining you, he fucks around in the messages app to discuss which system is best for running Adobe and the downfall of Hackintosh —

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When the next morning rolls around, Jungkook performs his daily routine; ramming his finger against his screen to silence his 7:30AM alarm, rolling out of bed with a nest of hair, and taking on the day with his camo pants and combat boots. His first class of the day is ‘Systems Programming,’ which usually goes 15 minutes over-time because the professor rambles like a tinfoil-wearing, flat-earth-believing-ass, anonymous reddit user.

“Welcome back to this hellhole.” The professor speaks into the microphone with a tired, monotone voice. His bright orange tie is slightly off-centre, too. “What am I here to teach you about today? Computer safety and security.”

He continues. “As you all may know, you now have the option of sitting your exams in the comfort or discomfort of your own home. I know what you’re thinking — what a good idea to write up some notes and cheat a little. But, despite what we all believe, this college isn’t as stupid as they pan themselves out to be. They’ve already asked themselves — how do we make sure that students aren’t cheating? The answer is to use invasive proctoring software that, on a base level term, acts exactly the same as malware. How? It grabs control of your webcam, your microphone, hooks into the deepest parts of your computer’s operating system, and digs around in your directories. Now, let’s get one thing straight. I don’t condone trying to outsmart the college. I’m just here to show you that you could theoretically bypass monitoring software and better protect your data by use of a virtual machine..”

Blah blah blah. You get the point. His day revolves around quirky professors and lessons on computers and their functions.

Jungkook has another two classes today, and during the last ten minutes of the third class, his mind wanders to the chick he had briefly bickered with the night before; you.

He wonders what you’re like in person, what you’re studying, what your bra size might be, and what you could possibly sound like. Maybe you’re super shy in real life, but then again, maybe you’re fucking crazy and have a criminal record for stealing chapstick. Still, that’s sexy and he would fuck you just the same if he had the chance. He then becomes curious and wonders if you’ve posted anything new for him to look at; perhaps a mirror shot of your ass or another full body shot of you in tight lace.

There’s a student sitting next to and behind him, but, come on now.. these are cybersecurity majors we’re dealing with! They’ve seen it all by now. Last week, a guy sitting at the front of the lecture theatre was watching hardcore hentai on his 13" laptop. Nobody even bat an eye and someone probably asked him for the title after class.

Anyways, back to you and your body.

Your latest post was at 9AM this morning and it’s a shot of you in a white, summery dress. Bingo! The fabric is short and cuts off mid-thigh, and the cut of the dress shows off your cleavage and the tightness of your bra.

Jungkook is so immersed in investigating the contents of the photo that he doesn’t even realise when he presses his knuckle against his front teeth. Why do pretty girls have such a grip on him? The sight of half of your bare thigh poking out from a dress is more than enough to make him horny and bite down on his skin to stifle a groan.

Class no.3 is quick to come to an end, but he’s even quicker to head back to his dormitory. Any bystander would think he’s late for an exam or an important interview, but no, he’s just very eager to get himself off to the thought of some random chick he met over the internet.

Let’s get another thing straight; Jungkook feels very little shame when it comes to masturbation. He doesn’t care which porn website he has to visit to get a professional shot of a woman’s tits, or if said website is Instagram and he’s scrolling through the feed of the girl from his ‘Python Scripting’ class.

Today, he has an added option; your blog. The two of you may have bickered like angry, thirteen-year-old minecrafters yesterday, but he’s more than capable of letting that go to use your photos as a stimulant.

So, with his phone in hand and his back comfortably resting on his dormitory bed, he opens up your blog and scrolls to his heart’s content. There’s an art to your photos and he expresses his appreciation by unbuttoning the thick fabric of his camo pants. The photos aren’t always in HD quality, but the colour scheme is always well thought-out and visually pleasing.

A particular image catches his eye; you snuggled in-between fluffy throws with tight, red lingerie wrapped around your tits and hips. He can’t see your face in this one, but he can see the exposed skin of your neck, the bare skin of your thighs, and a stomach he’d like to come on.

His imagination takes him to a whole different place; heaven, if you will. So, with the waistband of his pants pushed below his hips, his hand wrapped firmly around his cock, and his stroke game at 100%, he visualises. He visualises running his hands underneath all that lace, how hot your tits would look with his mouth all over them, and how wet and tight your pussy probably is. God, you’d probably smell so nice, too. Pretty girls like you always smell nice. He then wonders how many people in your real life know about your risqué blog. Two? Seven? A hundred? Fuck, that just makes it even hotter.

A breathy “fuck” escapes his lips as he slows his pace to run his thumb over the tip of his cock. Pre-cum coats his fingers, but it’s hardly enough to lubricate the entire length. So, like he usually would, he runs his tongue along his gums and spits into his hand. And, as he slowly rubs his saliva-slick palm down his girth, he shuts his eyes and imagines your mouth taking over. You probably give such good head and you’d probably look so fucking hot with lock-jaw and mascara running down your eyes.

At this point, his chest is heaving, his breath is erratic, and he’s bucking his hips into his right hand. He’s on the very edge of glory. The muscles in his thighs and abdomen tighten with each stroke, and the breathy moan he emits could make any pretty vixen salivate at the mouth. Yes, I’m talking about you.

He’s so fucking close, he can practically taste the victory. This is about to be his best orgasm yet, but then, your username pops up on his screen and he’s swiftly beaten back to reality by a very hard, virtual, metal bat. He’s sat somewhere between pissed off and even hornier — considering he literally just edged himself.

The least he can do is reply to you in a timely manner. He is using your photos to get himself off, after all.

Now, let’s paint the scene right now; Jungkook’s hand is wrapped around the base of his cock, his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and he’s looking a little worried. Why? Because, five minutes ago, his thumb accidentally nudged his phone screen more than once. Well, what does that mean? He liked that photo of you in your red lingerie; the photo from three fucking months ago.

You’ve caught him now. How is he supposed to wiggle his way out of this one? He considers leaving you on read, throwing his phone out the window, or literally microwaving himself out of awkwardness. But then, it occurs to him that your blog is public. Public = anyone can view it. This also means that you must know that people are gonna use your photos to get themselves off. Why else are you posting such filthy images and reblogging even filthier gifs? Your entire blog is a thirst-trap and a fucking good one at that.

Jungkook doesn’t know what just hit him. A photo of what? Your face? Your middle finger? Your tits? Jesus fuck, please be a photo of your tits. That’d be exclusive content and that’d definitely be enough for him to finish what he started.

A minute passes and it feels like an eternity, but once he sees that little, red square next to your username, he knows it was worth the wait. An image of you fills his screen and his cock stiffens at the sight. Your hand is lifting up your shirt to reveal the pretty skin of your chest and the lacy fabric your bra. It looks expensive, but more importantly, it looks fucking sexy and it eggs on his hand to move against his throbbing cock.

He isn’t entirely sure what you’d want to see. Maybe the muscles of his abdomen, his pecs, his face, his cock, or his thick thighs. He’s never sent an explicit image of himself before, let alone receive one from somebody else. It’d be so much easier if you were here in person. Fuck, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

Another red square appears next to your name and his finger is quick to tap against it. Right in front of his eyes is a video of your hips wrapped in lace and the cock-stuttering movements of your fingers. They dance down your sternum, down your stomach, and then slide underneath those pretty panties. He wants to be those fingers. In fact, he wants to replace them with his tongue and sit between your thighs for hours on end. You’d probably taste so fucking good.

He isn’t a taker, but a giver, so he opens up the camera and positions his phone at an angle that captures more than one treat; not only is his hand wrapped around his thick cock, but his shirt is lifted slightly to reveal his deep v-line and defined abdomen. The muscles of his thighs are on full display, too.

His dormitory curtains are drawn shut and remain that way for the entirety of most days. And, as a result, dark shadows have cast themselves unto the room to further carve out and define his features. He then presses his thumb against the record button and captures 15 seconds of footage, to which you open with just as much enthusiasm.

As you watch him hastily stroke his cock and listen to the sound of his stuttered breath, you quicken the pace of your own fingers against your clit. There’s so much to look at; his hand is big and you’d like to see it stuffed between your thighs, his fingers are littered with silver rings, and his cock is thick in girth and long in length. The camo pants are an added bonus. Visually, he’s your type.

The pair of you take turns in sending each-other videos until somebody can’t take it anymore and comes first. Spoiler; it’s him. And, when he comes, his hips stutter and he emits a deep, velvety groan. There’s something about men and their moans that make situations like these a whole lot sexier. His in particular.

Cum drips down the tip of his cock and runs over his fingers, and you can’t help but nurture a desire to run your tongue along his skin and lick him clean. He’d probably love that. His voice is deep, too. Holy fuck, this dumb idiot with a messy blog has it all. It makes you wonder what city he lives in and how long it would take for you to drive there, but more importantly, it makes you rub your clit until you reach your own orgasm. And, despite him already having reached his, he continues to send you videos of him spreading cum down the length of his softening cock.

It happens again and it happens for an entire week.

Each day, somebody initiates a conversation, it turns sexual very quickly, and next thing you know, you have your panties pushed down your thighs and your phone positioned to take shots of your body. Jungkook does the same, but he grows more confident with being vocal in his videos. On the fourth day, he speaks an entire sentence as he’s on the verge of an orgasm. Hand on heart, you swear you’ve never heard anything so sexy.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Is what he says. How’d he say it, though? With a breathy voice that was dripping in sex and laced with a need for you.

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On the eighth day, Jungkook is sat in the library with a hefty textbook on JavaScript and a notebook full of complex equations. He’s dressed in monochrome camo pants, a black sweater with a skull printed on the back, and black combat boots. Fuckable. Very fuckable.

Sitting at the same study table are the boys; Namjoon and Hoseok. Aside from working on their joint assignment for the past hour and a half, they’ve also been bickering about the quality of the new Avengers game.

“Looks clean. Runs alright minus the stuttering every-time it tries to load.” Namjoon says as he stacks his textbooks and tucks his chair back underneath the desk like a good samaritan.

The three of them pack up the rest of their things and make their way through the busy library. A lot of students are sat in here with furrowed brows and cups of overpriced coffee on hand. Why? Finals are next week and bitches are sleep deprived.

“The graphics are awful.” Hoseok argues as he catches up with the two boys. “Why have we reached a point where we allow such fucking degeneracy?”

Jungkook chimes in with a jestful remark, which ends with him being captured by Hoseok and held in a headlock. “The only issue with the game is that it’s being run on your garbage computer.”

“My PC is bad? Mine?” Hoseok tightens his grip around Jungkook’s neck as they stumble toward the library exit. “My RTX 2080 i9 9900k 64 gigs of ram ssd? You kept disconnecting from Mario Kart because your microwave of a fucking computer couldn’t handle more than 4 pixels.”

The three of them are causing a ruckus; laughing to their hearts content and play-fighting like pubescent pre-teens. Come to think of it, you’ve definitely compared him to a ’pubescent miscreant’ during a heated debate about something stupid, probably.

Jungkook hasn’t spoken to you today, but he plans on sending you a message during the evening. It could go two ways; he could ask you how your day was or he could ask you to spit on your fingers and send him a video of you fucking yourself. A little friendship has sparked from this online interaction, not just the production of home-made porn. Mostly porn, but some friendship. The pair of you still bicker about plant biology, but that’s just an accelerator for the sexual tension. You tried to tell him that purple tulips don’t exist (just to rile him up) and he swore he never wanted to choke out a girl so much in his life. You’re such a vixen, you know exactly what to say t—

“Do I know you?” Your pretty voice snaps the boys from their play-time, and as Jungkook looks up at you from the grasp of Hoseok’s headlock, his face drops. Standing in front of him is you in all your glory. You look the same as your photos and he can already tell that you’re wearing lace by the way it peeks out from the bust of your mini dress. “You look really familiar.”

Jungkook comes off as nonchalant, but inside, he’s going into cardiac arrest. Out of everything that could ever happen ever, this happens; you share the same college. You, your tits, and your thighs have been walking around on this very campus. How could he even miss that? "Doubt it.”

“You sure about that?” You’ve already taken notice of the thick, silver rings on his fingers. There’s one on his thumb, his index finger, and his ring finger. Aside from being really hot, they look awfully familiar. “Luck master.”

His username rolls of your tongue and he swears his dick twitches at the sound. And, as he breaks free from Hoseok’s hold and straightens his posture, you get a better look at him. He’s taller than you, lean with honey skin, and has jet-black hair that’s a little dishevelled from earlier. If you weren’t attracted to him from a weeks worth of sexting, you’re definitely attracted to him now.

Namjoon and Hoseok have both acknowledged that you’re hot as fuck, but they also want to head back to their dorm-rooms to play Cyberpunk 2077. Being who they are and what their hobbies are, the latter interests them a little bit more. They don’t dwell, but they don’t leave without slapping Jungkook over the back of the head and giving him the eyes. The eyes = My man! Go ahead and get your dick sucked!

You know him. This is definitely luck_master. You never forget a face like his.

And, when he tilts his head and offers you an amused grin, you know for a fact that he knows you, too. It’s not until he flicks his eyes to your chest that you make a pussy-dampening realisation; he’s real and so is his dick.

“Why’d you lie, luck?” You fold your arms over your chest; tightly enough for your breasts to press together and feed his eager eyes. “Thought you’d be eager to tell your little friends about all the action you’ve been getting.”

“I didn’t lie, frills.” He amuses himself with his response. It’s evident by the way he tries to stifle his growing grin. “Technically speaking, you don’t know me.”

“You’re such a little shit.”

“Yeah? Well, you look hotter in person.” He says, completely void of shame.

Let’s get another thing straight; Jungkook isn’t shy about a lot of things. He spent most of his childhood voice-chatting with strangers during intense online games of Black Ops: Zombies, so he’s well past his fear of strangers and public humiliation. He doesn’t care about mindless gossip, Channel 9’s boring take on petty crime, or how other people live their lives. He sent you multiple videos of himself coming onto his own stomach, for gods sake, so he might as well speak to you like he has been over the internet.

Jungkook steps out of the way to let a student pass by, and as he does, he lightly places his hand on your waist to move you, too. “I guess this means the fun is over.”

Maybe, but it doesn’t have to be. The pair of you spent the past week being cagey about your real names and locations, but that’s just not an option anymore. He’s standing right in front of you with his fingers ghosting your waist and his pretty, brown eyes gazing into your own. Theyre doe-like and make you want to squeeze his cheeks, but they also hold the same mischievousness you’re conditioned to.

“Does it have to be?” A smile plays on your lips and you hold that same smile as you make a not-so-subtle offer. “Study room 5 is free for the next fifteen minutes. Just saying.”

You don’t have to tell him twice, nor do you have to beg. In fact, you don’t even have to ask. His hormones have such a tight grip over him and he even ends up being the first one to make it to the private study room. It’s not as big as a full-sized classroom, but is large enough to hold a bookshelf and a 12-seated meeting desk. There are windows, too, that allow students to look in and out of the room. But, with windows come blinds and the option of drawing them shut. There’s no reason to keep wasting these valuable fifteen minutes.

He kisses you fervently — like his tongue doesn’t know any better, like his saliva wants to replace your own — and immediately cups your breasts through your dress. His fingers eagerly tug down the bust of your dress to reveal your lace-clad skin. And, as much as he loves the sight of you covered in lace, he wants it off so he can clamp his mouth over your nipples and stimulate them with his tongue.

Your own fingers run underneath his sweater to trace the definitions of his abdomen, and then trail lower to unbutton the thick fabric of his camo pants. His cock is warm and rock hard against your touch, and as soon as you trace the length with your fingers, his mouth falls open against your own.

“Fuck, please touch me..” His voice is breathless against your lips. You knew his cocky act would come tumbling down as soon as you laid a finger on him. After all, he has been fantasising about this moment constantly for eight days straight.

You sink to the floor, and with your not-so-innocent eyes trained on his, you grasp the base of his cock and run your tongue along the length; coating his skin with your saliva. You place kitten kisses on his cock, swirl your tongue against the tip, and take as much of him into your mouth as humanly possible, all while keeping those pretty eyes on his.

Each time your tongue runs along his sensitive slit, he takes a sharp intake of air and tries his hardest to keep his voice low and breathy. “Oh, fuck me.. You’re good at this..”

And, when you take his cock deep into your mouth, he fights the urge to fuck your throat. At this point, both of his hands have found refuge gripping the back of your neck and it’s growing near impossible to stifle the knot in his stomach.

Saliva has gathered at the corners of your lips, as well as the inescapable smudging of your mascara. He knew it; he knew you’d look this way whilst giving him the head he spent the past week fantasising about. But, he can’t fucking take it anymore.

He wraps his fingers around your throat and uses the advantage to pull you back to your feet. He’s quick to capture your lips in another filthy kiss and run his hands underneath your dress. He can feel lace against the pads of his fingers, but more importantly, he can finally rub his fingers against your clothed pussy and feel your panties dampen at his touch. The muffled moan you emit is a clear indicator that you like what he’s offering.

You know him, but you hadn’t known him like this. You’d known his messy, scientific blog, his thighs, and his camo pants. But, you definitely hadn’t known him backing you against the nearest desk and sliding your panties down your legs and off at the feet.

“So pretty.” He mutters, mostly to your bare pussy. “So, so pretty.”

Jungkook grips your bare thighs and allows his saliva to drip from his slightly swollen, pink lips. Slowly, his spit runs down your skin, coating your pussy in more than your own arousal. The act alone is filthy enough to taunt the ball of fire growing in your stomach, but once he leans down to run his tongue along and open-mouth kiss your clit, that feeling amplifies by twenty.

He listens to your stuttered breath and your low whines to ensure that you’re getting your bang for your buck. He’s definitely getting his.

“What's— fuck.” Your own throat betrays you, especially once he adds his fingers to the mix; he runs his index finger between your folds, spreads them wide, and drags his tongue firmly against your entrance. He’d be an idiot to let any of this free honey go to waste. “What’s your real name?”

You sound like the worlds shyest porn-star, but he can’t blame you. The two of you are separated from the general public by a very thin and very sound-permeable wall. If you’re any louder, the librarians will surely hear and you’d be hit over the head with multiple encyclopaedias.

“Jeon Jungkook.” The vibrations from his voice play their role in stimulating your clit, as does the coy eye contact he holds during the delivery of the upcoming compliment. “You taste as good as you look, by the way.”

Eye contact; you can’t get enough of it. But, Jungkook already knows that. He spent a lot of time scrolling through your blog and taking note of all the filthy quotes and idioms that are scattered all throughout. Breath play; you like that, too. He recalls a particular gif. Messy fucking kissing; it’s enough to make your pussy soak itself and stick to your panties. He knows. You mentioned that in the hashtags of one of your reblogs.

Looking at your pretty face, low eyes, and parted lips, he knows he has to fuck you. Everything about you is a stimulant; your filthy tongue, your mischievous eyes, your tight, little pussy. The list goes on, but if he keeps fantasising instead of doing, he’ll come before he has the chance. His cock is violently hard and begging to be stimulated, as if it wasn’t abused by your mouth just five minutes prior.

“Yours?” He tugs you to the edge of the desk by your hips and pumps his cock a few times to prep himself. He doubts he’s going to last very long stuffed inside of you, but he’s gonna give it a good fucking go. There’s always time for round two, three, seven, and ten back at his dormitory. Now that he thinks about it.. maybe your dorm would be better. He’s not sure how sexy you’d find his shrine of anime figurines and video game character posters.

“YN.” You wrap your arms around his thick neck and further spread your legs in anticipation. Your pussy is slick with his saliva and the sight of it is enough to make a grown man cry. Jungkook can’t keep his eyes off of it. “I’m a first year Psychology major.”

“Suits you.” He pulls his eyes away from your slick pussy to look at your pretty face. Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty. The fact that you’re as freaky as you are makes you even better. You’re his type and he wants to fuck you like you are. "Cybersecurity. Second year.”

That explains why he never ran into you during classes or second year events, but it doesn’t explain why his cock isn’t stuffed deep inside of you yet. He can barely contain his urges, let alone wait to finally fuck you. So, with his bottom lip caught between his teeth and his fingers guiding the tip of his cock, he watches as his girth pushes past your folds and sinks deep into your pussy. The stretch is delicious, as is the way your nails sink into the back of his neck and the unified sounds of your moans.

"My god— Shit.. you’re so big.” Is what breathlessly falls from your lips.

He starts off slow, letting you adjust to the size of his cock, and watches with furrowed brows as your skin stretches to take him. It’s mesmerising to him. You’re just as tight and wet as he fantasised you to be. Maybe even more.

“Can’t get enough of you. Think about you all the time.” His lips and chin are coated in your arousal, but that doesn’t stop him from kissing you like he’s trying to steal all the air from your lungs. He slips his tongue into your mouth and demands the same gesture, to which you return without hesitation.

The kiss is filthy. Entirely. You’ve never kissed somebody this way and he definitely hasn’t. He had a short-term girlfriend in high school and lost his virginity to her at a techno-themed birthday party. It wasn’t that great. He came after three strokes and she broke up with him swiftly after. It is what it is. He’s had a lot of practice with his hands ever since.

Jungkook breaks the kiss to catch his breath, and as he does, a string of saliva connects both of your mouths. It swiftly breaks and drips down your chin, and he can’t help but visualise painting your face with his cum. You’d look so pretty.

“Can I— Can I take you out?” He pants with his forehead pressed against your shoulder and his hips hastily bucking into yours. A little saliva creeps from his lips and slowly trickles down your skin, but he doesn’t care. All he can feel is your nails in his skin, the heaving of your chest, and your pussy wrapped tightly around him. He’ll drool if he wants to.

“Mm.. Fuck— Yeah.” You rake your fingers through his hair and bathe in the delicious feeling of being fucked this way. Your pitchy whines are of equal stature.

He fucks you like you owe him money, like your pussy did him wrong. And, with each hasty thrust, he sinks as deep into you as possible before pulling out and slamming back inside. His skin is warm and slaps against your own with each movement. You can’t get enough. It makes your back arch and your pussy clench.

This guy is so fucking hot. His black hair is hanging over his furrowed eyebrows, his lips are parted, his breathing is erratic, his groans are dripping in sex, and his hands grip onto your skin like he knows exactly what he wants. Mind you, he does; he’s currently deep inside of it.

“Ah, so tight.. You’re gonna make me come.” He groans and he swears he feels tears of joy coming on. How is it that he was blessed with the opportunity to meet you? You could’ve met anybody. You could’ve commented on any other blog, but you decided on his. Maybe he really is the luck master. “I can't—.”

Once that familiar ball of fire taunts his stomach, he tightens his grip on your thighs and quickens the pace of his hips. The only thing he can think about is you. Your skin is so soft, your hair is so pretty, and your moans are so fucking sexy. He can’t get enough of you.

“Oh, fuck.. Y/N.” He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and tries his hardest to stifle his vocals. Your pussy has such a tight grip over him and there’s no fucking way he’s gonna last another minute. When it comes to you, he doesn’t need any foreplay. Simply hearing his name fall from your lips would be enough to have his cock standing at attention. “I’m gonna—.”

“Come in me.” Is all you have to say for his hips to stutter and his cock to twitch inside of you. You’re on the pill, so let’s thank the medical field for that one. “Mm.. I wanna feel you.”

He halts the movements of his hips and stuffs his cock as far into your pussy as he can. And, with the warm skin of his hips pressed tightly against your inner thighs, he comes inside of you. A deep groan follows in suit, but you’re quick to muffle it with your lips.

Despite his breathlessly, he still kisses you like you’re the only girl in the world, all while prepping himself to spend the next 6 minutes tongue-fucking your pussy until you come in his mouth. “I’m so glad you commented on my blog.. even though you were fucking wrong.”

Thanks for reading! THIS IS THE MUFUCKING OUTFIT GUHHHHHHHHH 😐✋

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gauntlets-shot · 2 years ago

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just--a--jinx

“Is this a joke?”

An expectant stare fixed Caitlyn.

What do you think?

“I’m from Piltover,”

A scoff sounded from Jinx. Well duh. It was obvious, but at least it was a start. Starting with the easy questions and pressing forward was a valid technique, after all. She could let Miss Prim and Proper feel smart for a second or two.

The hat comment definitely stuck some sort of nerve. Intrigued, Jinx watched the disgust grow on Caitlyn’s face and tried to dissect the exact part that had caused offence. Was it…the blatant disrespect? Was this enforcer jealous that she wasn’t the one tying people up and parading around the room asking questions? Maybe she just didn’t like people laughing at her uniform. With a contemplative smile, Jinx scooped the hat up from the floor, turning it over to inspect it in her hands.

“I’m not sure your intentions could be considered the best,”

Jinx felt her eyes narrow, just a fraction. Did she mean about Vi, or herself?

The sister revelation earned a flash of surprise. Suddenly Caitlyn seemed to be paying attention a little more closely.

“You’re Vi’s sister?”

So Vi hadn’t told her. That was…good, right? Had Vi still been trying to protect her? Did Vi still care? A wave of vulnerability drained Jinx’s expression of malice for a moment. At the sound of Caitlyn’s voice, it was replaced by a cold anger.

“How can Vi be related to you?”

Ouch.

Easily! Jinx wanted to say. Now we’re both monsters!

How could they be related? What kind of question was that? Vi couldn’t have changed that much. Didn’t they teach people anything in Piltover?

“Well, when one parent likes the other one a whoooooole BUNCH–"

You ended up with one sister. Then two! It was all the rage these days.

“What are those so called 'best intentions’ of yours?”

Jinx huffed. This was her interrogation, not the enforcer’s. But she’d let her ask a few questions, maybe even answer a few. It didn’t really matter. Odds were, Caitlyn wouldn’t be leaving the room alive.

"Think of it like a…a family reunion, of sorts!” Jinx crowed, launching the hat over her shoulder in a flourish.

“One where my sister isn’t taken away again.” She added, wondering if an emotional angle would work a little better.

“I was only 4 stupid hats tall when I last saw her. You think I’m gonna hurt her? Silco, maybe. But not if I know where to look, so chop chop!”

"Stop!" Caitlyn hissed when Jinx tried explaining the birds and the bees to her. She knew well enough about that to understand where she was going with this. Part of her thought the criminal was just stalling for Marcus and her boss at this point. She certainly was a talker and if Silco and the sheriff wanted her to have a torturous death, this was surely the way to go.

Caitlyn's brows furrowed when Jinx insisted she wanted to save Vi and admittedly, it was strange to see the other be sympathetic for once. She knew Vi cared for her sister greatly, and she should've been able to pick up on their bond whenever she spoke so blatantly about the blue haired girl. "You want to save Vi?" She asked.

This had to be a trick, right? Why would someone this far gone want to save anyone other than their self? Against her bitter judgement, Caitlyn swung her head a little before she groaned. "You aren't going to find her alone," Caitlyn insisted. "It's too dangerous." She dropped her gaze for a moment before she looked back up at the other. "Let me help you."

After all, Jinx didn't know where Vi was exactly and neither did Caitlyn, but she knew the general location. Well, she knew the name. She had barely explored the undercity before she was promptly captured. "I refuse to sit here and be murdered bound up like this. Plus you need me since I'm the only one who's willing to give you information and reunite you and your sister in time. So let me out," Caitlyn said in a more demanding voice.

💣EVERYBODY PANIC!💣

Vi.

The name ached in her brain, wrenching forth a sea of memories soaked in vile anger and tenderness.

Your sister is dead.

How many times had Silco uttered the words? Soothing every fear, wound and anxiety Vi had left along with her sister on the bridge that fateful night. But that wasn’t the truth, was it? Vi had never been dead. Just…gone, and Silco was fighting to keep it that way. It was an earth shattering revelation, hearing Silco’s hushed, urgent conversations about ‘dealing’ with family as though it were some ugly wound that needed lancing. What had really driven the sense of anger and betrayal deep was Silco’s pointed silence on the topic when Jinx returned for his daily medication. There had been a time where the routine was tender, where they’d shared secrets with one another and upheld a pact of honesty. But Vi’s name never left Silco’s lips. He was lying about her. He was trying to keep her a secret.

The knowledge made Jinx want to drive the needle deep into Silco’s eye. Over and over and over and over.

She did not.

The one shred of self restraint holding back the tidal wave of anger and hurt from challenging her so-called father figure was the knowledge of the person tied in the other room. An enforcer. An enforcer that for some reason, had been talking to Vi about something that Silco didn’t like. But if Silco didn’t like Vi, who was the real enemy? The thoughts writhed in an agitated, wounded mess, battling with each other in a fruitless effort to make sense of it all. If Silco found out that she knew about Vi, everything would speed up. No. She’d heard Silco’s side of things in the whispers he exchanged when he believed she wasn’t listening. What about their prisoner? What did she know?

It hadn’t been difficult to find where they’d been keeping her. Marcus and Silco had been spending the better part of the day formulating some convoluted plan of attack. As Jinx moved soundlessly past Silco’s office, she heard the two inside, hours deep into a debate on this shiny new enforcer’s life.

Jinx entered the holding room noiselessly from above, perching on the rough, dusty rafters to stare down at the woman tied to the chair. She didn’t look as old as the other enforcers Jinx had learned the faces of. A cold distance filtered into Jinx’s gaze while she watched the enforcer as though she were a spider Jinx hadn’t decided whether or not to stomp on.

“Ugh, I thought they’d never leave.” The snide commentary sounded from above as Jinx swung her legs over one of the wooden beams.

“Y’know, it’s not sounding good for you in the old Decisions Room. Guess you should’ve kept outta the way.”

There was a soft thump as Jinx hopped down from her vantage point, strolling absently towards the door to fix a makeshift barricade. She didn’t want any interruptions, after all. This chat was going to be important.

Jinx’s voice softened to something dangerously quiet. Tender, with the threat of teeth.

“…But you didn’t.”

Jinx hooked around to the enforcer, imposing an unsettling lack of distance between them as she leaned into the unsettling behaviour that so often prized results from people.

“Let’s talk about that.”

(( Starter for @gauntlets-shot ))

#''begs the question young kiramman. what are you shooting for?'' ⟴ caitlyn #just--a--jinx

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lovingelegance · 2 years ago

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Camboy Monday AU (🎊Event)

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Summary of this event : You’re a cam person in this AU and when going live, you feature the genshin boys in them! I also tried to include some people I didn’t before in my last event so enjoy!(Once again, be prepared because I’m not including everything that’s in here…)

Characters, AlHaitham, Ayato, Childe, Kaeya, Pantalone, Scaramouche, Heizou, Thoma, and Xiao.

Side note : Oh my god. Id like to thank everyone who’s liked and read my posts, and I’d like to thank the people who follow me! I also can’t forget to thank my Anons!! Thank you so much for the support I really appreciate it, like I really do. Cheers to hitting 100 followers! 🥂

Before we start, sorry for my grammar mistakes! (If I have any) 🫶

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❕ AlHaitham

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“Cum, slut! Featuring, @|D3ndr0Wh0r3”

“You’ve got some pretty moans..” You say while pumping his cock nonstop. AlHaitham moaned harder, the chat rushed in, “Of course he does!” One person says, “Yeah, pretty slutty moans.” Another person commented. You smiled under the mask and began to stroke his cock more roughly. “Ple-Please..!” He whined out, you act confused for a second. “Please what babe?” You said gently, “I need y-your cock/strap in me!!” He cried out. You pulled his hair and went quicker.

“Oh yeah?” You say switching your tone instantly. Tears rolled down AlHaitham’s face, “Yesyes! Ah- Fuck—!” Pre-cum leaked from his cock as you shoved your cock/strap in him. His whole body tensing up. “Feels- amazing!!~” He cried out once again. His eyes rolling back and he took the pleasure you gave him. Fuck, seeing the expressions he’s making made you feel intense lust. Almost as if it was spreading all over your body. “I bet it does, doesn’t it?”

~🌱

❕Ayato

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“Cock Whore. Featuring, @|S1yS1ut”

“Take all of my cock you Whore.” You say demandingly. “Yes!- thank you!!” Ayato exclaimed. He bobbed his head on your cock/strap, he slightly gagged. The chat were cheering him on to take all of it in his mouth, praising him for being able to take all of your cock/strap in his mouth. You were reading the chat out loud to him, “They’re praising you for how well your taking in my cock, say thank you.” You say grabbing a fist full of hair of Ayato’s. A muffled thank you came out of his mouth.

“This angle is perfect!” You saw someone say. Ayato was riding you. You could see his cock, as well as his ass now taking your cock this time around. “Shit, he really is a fucking whore!!” Another comment appeared. When Ayato read that comment, he almost came right there and then. “Nngh..- ‘m gonna cum!~” you nodded your head signaling he could cum. Ayato came as his semen dropped down onto your chest.

~🧋

❕Childe

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“Bitch Boy!! Featuring, @|Pain4Me”

You slapped his ass real hard. Hard enough to get a imprint of your hand on his ass. “I bet you like that, huh?” You say while slapping him again. Childe whimpered, “I do! I do!” He said desperately. The chat was in awe of his desperation. Degrading him just how he liked. “You’re so fucking pathetic!” These mean words only added more fuel to the fire. He let out a strangled moan in response. You continued to slap his ass while giving him the most disgusted look you can ever give.

“Mmm..! Ah!- Shit~” he was gripping the arm rests of the chair. His drool seeped from his mouth. You stroked his cock just the way he loved. Childe’s eyes were now rolling back. The chat went crazy it. “He looks so hot while doing it?!” “Fuck, this type of sub makes me go crazy..” you smirk. It looks like you reached your target audience with Childe. You couldn’t believe how much Sadists were behind the screen watching, but at least they were enjoying this lovely view.

~🐳

❕Kaeya

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“Surprise! Featuring @|Pr1nceSS”

Now, Kaeya was very very popular. You didn’t expect him to have an account on this website, but here you were. Now fucking him. The chat flooded, they were all surprised. Their favorite dominate creator and sub creator doing a collaboration.. “Who would’ve thought? I’m not complaining though, there both so sexy.” A compliment along with a donation. “Thank you so much!!~” Kaeya said with a thoughtful look on his face, soon that look was wiped off as you fingered him.

Kaeya moaned out as he rode your fingers. Making the sluttiest noises possible from his mouth. “Before taking my cock in we should prep you with more than my fingers.. right?” You suggested. He was open to the idea but the dildo was larger than the normal sizes he used. “Ah- O-Okay..” he stuttered. You guided him onto the dildo, he whined out. “Oh my!— th-this is stretching me out..~” Kaeya said seductively. “If that stretched you out, then I wonder how you’ll do when you take me.” Maybe you should collaborate with him more often you thought to yourself.

~✨

❕Pantalone

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“So humiliating. Featuring, @|1and0nly”

“UHGH!- I’ll be a good w-whore for you!!~~” You pulled his hair, and fucked him roughly. “Do you know how many times people have told me that?!” You say harshly. What you said was true, but you knew he liked getting told those type of things. “I’ll be better- wait-! Better th-than the others! I swearr~!”he says while getting drunk on the pleasure. “You’re so fucking greedy. Such a greedy whore.” The chat was going crazy. The way you said it made everyone feel some type of way. The way that Pantalone’s eagerness sparked something in them.

“Yess..!! Hah—” You tugged on the leash. You read his collar one last time before going back in to fuck him. “Number 1’s Best Whore” you giggle a bit, but not loud enough that the people who were watching you can hear it. “You really are something.” You say watching him closely. Pantalone looked away, embarrassed. “Fuck I love that embarrassed expression of his.. it’s so fucking beautiful!” A person said in the chat. You read it aloud to him and made him cum on the spot.

~💰

❕Scaramouche

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“Maybe, Good Boy? Featuring, @|G00DBRAT”

“You know, you look pretty good in handcuffs don’t you think?” You say while sweeping the hair from his face. The chat agreed with you, saying all sorts of dirty compliments. “You.. you really think- so?” He says blushing hard. You nod and caressed his cheek. You gazed at him and made out with him. Suddenly, the kisses turned into sloppy ones and a competition to fight for dominance. Of course, we all knew who was going to win but Scaramouche still dared to challenge you.

Lifting up his skirt to show his panties, the chat were amazed with this. This was a rare moment. He practically begged. You wanted to see that adorable look of his during this round and keep it. You wanted to hear him beg aloud for the viewers to see it and cherish it. “I’ll touch you when you beg for it.” You whispered, just loud enough so the viewers could tell what you were whispering about. “Pl-Please.. P-Please touch me..~” he says cutely. Oh you were going to do some unspeakable thing to him after he said that.

~⚡️

❕Heizou

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“Good Job! Featuring, @|S3CR3T6”

He knew how to push your buttons, but now.. You were pushing his. You denied his release. Every single time he said he was going to cum or said he was cumming you stopped your actions. “Why- Why?!” He cried out. You stopped again, grabbing his chin. “Why what darling?” You asked him. He hesitated but decided to talk back. “Why are y-you stopping everything when I say I’m going to cum..?” He responded. “Don’t worry, in the end it will all be worth it. Okay?~” you say sweetly. It’s as if he forgot about that part for a second.

“Fuck cumming, cumming—!” His semen goes all over his thighs. His eyes roll back and he throws his head back. “Now.. I finally let you cum. You satisfied?” You teasingly said. He nodded his head, though you had something else in store. “Well, sense you wanted to cum so bad the other times.. let’s see how many times I can make you cum.” He was shocked, but he should’ve expected this to happen. The only thing now is to prepare for the time of his life.

-📖

❕Thoma

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“Puppy Like, Featuring, @|MA1D4U”

The chat hasn’t seen him in a while, though they loved him. They loved how innocent he seemed but in reality he was just another cheap slut begging for your cock/strap. “I love the maid outfit!<33” “sososo cuteee” you laughed reading the comments. “They all really like your outfit for today..” you murmured. “Too bad were gonna ruin it today~” saying in a low tone. That made Thoma shiver. Shit, he hasn’t been turned on like that for a while. You knew all the spots to make him feel good.

“Mmph—! Uh~!” He whimpered out, spilling cum all over his maid dress. You soon got him on his back and fingered him. “Does that feel good sweetheart?” You ask him. “AH! yesyes-!!” He moaned out. “How can they do it that fast?!” A person in the chat said. You just tilted your head and gave the viewers a smile through your eyes. Even though they couldn’t see it behind your mask, they could tell you were smiling. “Ohh~! I think ‘m gonna c-cum again!” You turned your attention to Thoma and signaled for him to cum.

~🧹

❕ Xiao

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“Ahh.. I see why my viewers like you so much.” You say with a smug look on your face. Xiao was all tied up and was in feminine clothes. At first he didn’t like this idea at all. Now he loves it and so does the chat. “Holy shit he’s so cute.” “The titles not wrong!!” He has a skirt and long socks on. You took off his shirt earlier because you felt like he didn’t need to hide his chest. He moaned out as the vibrator buzzed onto his cock and in his ass. “Such a good boy. Unlike some others.” You laughed.

“Aww you’re such a good boy for me aren’t you?” You say as you see him obeying your every order. Xiao wasn’t like the others. He wanted to hear your praise every second, and is willing to do anything for that. The viewers called him precious. “Mhm!” He said while looking at you with puppy eyes. Fuck. That look of his is quite powerful but he doesn’t even know that. “Let me reward you, I think you deserve it honey.” You coo. You stroke his hair and made him go on all fours.

-🌌

Y’all im so tired, but I hope you guys enjoyed!!

My requests are open <3 Sorry if I don’t get to your request right now, I’ll get to it as soon as possible!

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maybestoryideas · 2 years ago

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You know that Voodoo doll scenarios with the Twst characters? Can you do more, with Jamil, Leona, Jack and Vil, please? It's pretty funny.

A continuation of TWST Imagine #2.

Characters: Jack, Jade, Jamil, Leona (I don’t know Vil’s character well enough to write for him; maybe once I’ve caught up.)

Jack

“Haha! Check it out, I’m finally bigger than Jack!”

Grim laughs as he towers over the stuffed toy.

“Yeah, but he could still kick your butt.”

“Oh really? Wanna bet?”

He takes a deep breath and you quickly snatch the doll out of harm’s way, only for Grim to let out a bellow of laughs.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you care more for that doll than you do for me.”

“That’s because it’s Jack!”

“Really? No hesitation…”

“Jack’s the greatest!” you continued, smiling down at the doll despite the little grumpy scowl on his face, “He’s strong, smart, and always stands up for what he thinks is right.”

“Oh barf. If you look up to the guy so much, why don’t you marry him?”

“Haha,” you hold the doll closer, “Joke all you want, but it’s true. There aren’t a lot of people like Jack. Especially at Night Raven. He’s one of a kind, and I know he’s gonna go on to do great things.”

The punch happened so fast; even Jack is shocked to see the third-year stumble back from the blow.

“Wow, did you see that?”

“I knew Jack was strong, but that was crazy…”

“What’s got him so fired up?”

He shrugs off the comments and whispers coming from the spectators around him. Instead, his focus is solely on his opponent. The third-year smirks having already recovered from the hit and grinning ear to ear.

“Not bad,” he says, “Don’t tell me you’ve been holding back this whole time?”

“I’d never hold back, not even against an upperclassman.”

Jack can’t help but smile when he laughs. What’s the point of a fair fight if he doesn’t give it his all?

“You’d better not. Now let’s see how long that energy of yours can last.”

A second to brace, then they’re off.

Punch, dodge, kick, block. It’s a flurry of blows. For the ones that do land, Jack can’t feel a thing but he’s sure to strike back twice as hard. His body’s running on adrenaline and instinct. Pure emotion.

A well-timed kick sends his opponent tumbling to the other end of the ring. Can’t hold back. Jack’s already charging.

The thought of losing hadn’t crossed his mind. But now he knows that it was never an option to begin with. Not when he’s reminded of all the people who believe in him.

Jack winds back and that’s it. His opponent takes the blow full force and hits the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Unable to stand back up, the third-year can only take gasping breaths as he stares up at Jack.

It’s quiet for a second. Then the sound of cheers. The other Savanahclaw students shout and clap to the overwhelming success. For once, Jack doesn’t care that his tail’s wagging back and forth; there are more important things on his mind.

He’s going to win. Not just this fight; not just the next. All of it. Whatever obstacle comes his way, he’s going to face it head on and come out on top. Jack looks back at Ruggie and the remaining fighters.

“Alright, who’s next?”

Because right now, it feels like the whole world is cheering him on.

Jade

You had only made it a few feet from the school store and your arms are already aching from the weight of the bag. How much junk did Sam put in this thing? You’d peek in the bag to look if you weren’t so afraid of tipping it over and toppling everything. From this angle, the only thing you can see is the little Jade doll; his head barely poking out from the bag and looking at you with a polite smile.

“Ah, don’t worry,” you smile back at him, “We’ll be back home soon.”

However, your hopes are cut short when you look ahead and see the next obstacle in your path.

A descending flight of stairs; there’s no other route to Ramshackle.

With the confidence of a newborn kitten, you shakily begin climbing down, leaning ever so slightly to keep a low center of gravity. You’re about halfway down when your foot slips, sending you and the bag of goods sliding down the rest of the way.

Despite the music playing, the Mostro Lounge seems to go dead quiet as customers and employees alike gawk at Octavinelle’s vice-housewarden. Flat on his back, surrounded by broken glass and strewn silverware, and blinking up at the ceiling with a wide-eyed expression even his closest associates rarely get to see.

“Jade!” one of the employees rushes to his side, hands shaking as he offers to help him up, “Are you hurt?!”

Stunned would be a better word.

The employee flinches backwards as Jade quickly stands up, brushing off bits of food and debris from his uniform.

“I’m quite alright, however I’m truly touched by your concern.” he smiles, but it does little to ease the tension, “Please have someone clean up this mess while I tell the kitchen to prepare another dish.”

“Y-Yessir.”

The atmosphere sluggishly goes back to normal as Jade heads back the way he came. Students are either staring at him or staring at anything but him. At least the kitchen staff seem unaware of what happened, he thinks as he waits for them to plate the food.

“Oh jeez, are you okay?”

Jade smiles and turns around.

“So you saw that. I-”

No one’s there. He swivels his head to see where you went, but all he can see is the kitchen staff. Some of whom are now watching him talk to open air.

“Let’s take a look…”

There’s a pair of hands - your hands - on his face. He can’t see them, but he can feel them as one gently holds his head in place while the other runs its fingers across his cheek, softly brushing against his skin. All Jade can do is smile at the others and act like everything’s normal. Correction - try to act.

“There we go, all better.”

You laugh and hug him for a split second.

“Sorry about that…”

And then you let go.

“Hello? Jade!”

He looks over and sees a fresh plate of food on the table for him. He takes the plate and all but shoves it into the hands of the nearest waitstaff.

“Take this to Table 9. If anyone asks where I went, tell them I had to step out for a moment.”

Jamil

The plush doll of Jamil looks back at you with button eyes and a smile. It’s not like the typical smile you see on similarly cute toys. The smile stitched on him is small, subtle, and barely noticeable at a glance, but it’s there once you take a second to look. Coupled with the slight shine of his eyes, it’s like there’s some inside joke only he’s privy to.

“So what else have you got in here?”

The slightly muffled sound of Grim pulls you away from the doll. He’s stuck his entire head and upper half into the bag.

“Careful, I haven’t gotten a chance to sort through that yet.”

Not wanting Grim to cause a mess, you tuck the doll in your breast pocket and redirect your attention. The little monster scampers off before you can scold him, leaving you to put away the food alone.

As you start stocking the kitchen, your mind drifts off to all of the other things you have to do today.

Jamil looks up from his notes, but there’s no one when he turns around. Which only makes sense; he’s in his room, so of course there’s no one there.

Just like how there was no one there when he thought someone was walking beside him in the hallway, or when he could’ve sworn someone was watching him prepare Kalim’s dinner. He sighs and puts down his pen. Ghosts, magic, his own exhausted mind finally snapping under the pressure? There could be any number of explanations for the strangeness that’s been following him all day.

But, no matter what explanation Jamil comes up with, the strangest part isn’t this mysterious presence itself. It’s how his hand absentmindedly reached for them whenever he walked. Or how he found himself smiling when he thought he could feel their eyes on him and only him. How he found himself nearly addressing this entity while helping Kalim study for tomorrow’s test.

Jamil’s smart enough to sense when someone’s following him, especially if there’s magic involved. But even now, as he’s studying alone in his room, he can’t bring himself to be angry at whatever - or whoever - is with him now. The worst he can muster is confusion and curiosity.

Who are they? Why do they have such a vested interest in him? When will they leave? Why will they leave?

That last one makes Jamil frown and he returns to his schoolwork. Even if he could get irrefutable proof of this entity, something tells him it won’t be a suitable explanation for a poor grade.

They’re sitting next to him. Not talking, not even looking at him. Just being there with him. Jamil slides over just enough to give them room. Usually he would have music playing, but he wants to hear them; proof that they’re still here with him.

The evening bleeds into night with almost silence. Jamil is still hard at work when he hears something beside him.

A yawn.

Soft and slow, but unmistakable.

He smiles, and closes his textbook.

“I suppose it is getting rather late. I can take care of the rest tomorrow.”

Jamil stands up and stretches before smiling at the spot beside him.

“Have a good night, (Name).”

Leona

You sigh; who knew stocking shelves all day could be so draining? With all of the food put away, you take out the doll from the bag and grin. You’re not sure how, but it’s just like Leona’s looking at you with that uninterested gaze. Truly it’s like a photo. You’re definitely showing this to Cheka the next time he visits. The look on Leona’s face if he saw his tiny nephew holding a tinier version of himself.

“Haha… Yeah, I’ll have to-”

A yawn cuts you off mid-sentence. The sky outside is still blue, but the clouds have a pale yellow shine to them. Surely a quick nap won’t be too bad.

“Hey, Grim.” you say as you head for the lounge, “Can you wake me up in half an hour?”

“Fine.”

He watches you practically fall onto the sofa and scoffs.

“I swear, you’re gettin’ to be more and more like that lion every day.”

Disregarding that last statement, you drift off to sleep, still clutching little Leona.

When Leona looks around, he’s standing in front of the gate to Ramshackle Dorm. Except, that hardly seems like a fitting name given how vibrant and pristine everything looks. The metal gates open on their own, allowing him to step inside. He follows the paved road up to the dorm, until he hears humming.

Your humming.

A quick detour around the side proves worthwhile, as he spots you up in an apple tree.

“Oi, Herbivore.”

You look down, as if snapping out of a trance, and smile.

“Hey, Leona. Good to see you made it.”

“Get down from there before you do somethin’ stupid and fall.”

“Aw, is someone worried about me?”

There’s no point in responding; you both know the answer. Instead, you sigh and swing your legs over the branch.

“Fine, fine. Catch me!”

You fall backwards and land safely in his open arms, and take an apple out of your pocket.

“Want one? I know it’s not much, but they’re pretty good!”

“It’s fine,” is all he says before taking a bite. Rather than setting you on the grass, he heads to the base of the tree and lies down, letting you rest on top of him. He can feel you laugh even when you try to hide your face in his shoulder

“Missed you too.”

One hand plays with your hair while the other hand’s intertwined with yours. Your head sits on his chest snugly while he rests his chin against the top of your head. His tail lazily curls around your ankle, getting another laugh out of you. It’s like you were made to fit in his arms. Or maybe he was made to hold you.

“Do you wanna do this again sometime?”

“Bring real food.”

“Of course.”

When Leona opens his eyes again, he’s back in the courtyard, lying in the shade. A quick glance at his phone makes his frown deepen; normally he’s asleep for another hour until Ruggie comes by to wake him. Just as he lies back down, something catches his eye.

A bright red apple.

It’s easy enough for him to reach up and take it, but it doesn’t taste nearly as nice as the one in his dream.

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piratesfromspace · 3 years ago

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Finance Management (Deckard Shaw/Reader)

Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious) x Reader

Word count: 1.9k CW: mention of food & alcohol, smut

Female reader

Note: This short fic has been inspired by a friend of mine who created the character of the financial advisor of mister Shaw. Also there is not enough fics with Deckard Shaw so here we are.

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MASTERLIST

“Mister Shaw, it’s me again, I’m so sorry but I really need you to call me back please. It’s important. Thank you.”

You let out a deep sigh as you hang up. Handling the finances of rich people is a lucrative and thrilling job, but damn it sometimes those clients of yours are annoying. Especially Mister Shaw.

First, he’s annoyingly busy and unreachable. Most powerful people are, but he can disappear for weeks on end without so much as sending an email.

Second, he’s also infuriatingly handsome and smart and funny. And he has an impeccable sense of style. He has nothing in common with the other clients of your firm, mainly old and boring men, whose only conversation subject is their money and how they hate their wives.

And finally, the worst thing about him is how good of a lover he is. You found out half a year ago, when you ended up in his bed after what should have been a regular business dinner. It was a mistake of course. One that could have cost you your career because it was a very serious breach of contract to sleep with a client.

You never told a soul, and you promised yourself to never do it again. But it was still hard to forget the feeling of him pressed against you, of his hands holding your waist, of his mouth between your thighs...

You try to focus again on your task and stretch your legs, kicking out your high heels. Feet bare on the soft carpet, you walk to the floor-to-ceiling window of your posh office, taking a second to admire the view, as the final rays of the sun disappear over the lake, and Geneva lights up under you. It’s breath-taking, really. But it also means you’re once again staying way too late at the office. Your assistant has gone home a couple hours ago, and your colleagues are either on vacation or on business trips, making you the only person on the building’s 7th floor. You still have a few things to finish so you plop on your leather chair and get back to work, hoping to make it home before 11pm.

That’s when you hear it: the familiar *ding* of the elevator’s door, at the end of the corridor. You tense immediately. You’re not waiting for anyone, and the security guards always use the stairs when completing their patrol.

Steps are coming down your way, and you grab your phone, ready to dial for the security team. And then you recognize his silhouette through the polished glass wall. There is a knock on your door before it opens to reveal Deckard Shaw himself. He’s wearing an expensive suit and an even more expensive watch, a very light stubble is highlighting his perfect jawbone and his deep grey eyes bear a mischievous glint. Handsome, as always.

“Mister Shaw…” you stammer.

“You know you can call me Deckard.” His stupidly sexy British accent and cocky smile will be the death of you.

He’s been in your office for two seconds and you already want to slap him in the face - or climb him like a tree, you can’t really decide.

“It’s quite late, Mister Shaw, you scared me. Anything I can do for you?” you insist on saying his family name, in a feeble attempt to maintain a professional façade.

“You needed to see me.” it’s more a comment than a question, and you’re suddenly reminded of the dozen of unanswered phone calls you made trying to reach him.

“Yes… yes, that’s right, but honestly you could have called tomorrow morning.”

“I’d rather see you in person.” he answers, looking you straight in the eyes. You can feel yourself blushing under his gaze. “Wanted to make sure you’re alright. You’re working too much you know.” he says with a soft smile, as his eyes drift down to your sore bare feet and then to the discarded heels under your desk.

What a condescending prick, you think. But at the same time, he’s right and his care seems somewhat genuine. It will not make you forget you almost lost your job because of him though.

“How did you know I was still here tonight?” you purposely redirect the attention on him, rather than you.

“Well, let’s say I would not leave the woman in charge of my assets without any... supervision.”

“Is that a polite way to say you’ve been spying on me?” you retort dryly.

“Oh I love when you’re getting all angry and snobbish, your French accent is even cuter.”

You’re gonna murder him. You really really want to tell him to go fuck himself, but he’s the one responsible for a very generous part of your paycheck, so you have to keep quiet.

“I would be more comfortable if we keep our conversation strictly professional, Mister Shaw.”

“Everything you want, dear.”

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“Mmph, fu-ck... Deckard, don’t stop”

The professional attitude has been long forgotten, since Deckard has pulled you onto his lap on the velvet couch of his presidential suite at the Four Seasons hotel, where you were supposed to only review the important documents he needed to see. But when the room service had brought a very nice bottle of Scotch, you knew you were screwed. You could not refuse a drink, and the warmth of alcohol combined with the warmth of his hand slightly brushing against your thigh had overcome all your resolve.

You are now sprawled on the king-size bed, moaning his name as Deckard Shaw is destroying your sanity very methodically. One foot on the floor, one leg bent on the edge of the bed, he’s pounding into you, holding your hip with one hand, and circling your clit with the other. His pace is calculated, not too fast so you can feel every inch of him, but not too slow so your nerves don’t have any respite, and it’s driving you crazy. Hands tangled in the dark silk sheets beneath you, you try to catch your breath to no avail.

“I won’t stop darling. Not until I can feel you coming again all over me.” His voice is like heavy honey, dripping all over your senses, drowning you in sweet and sinful promises.

You want to close your eyes to focus on the overwhelming feelings, but the view in front of you is too good to be missed. He looks like some demi-god, bathed in the subdued light of the room, broad and muscular chest, abs perfectly drawn. What is his job again? You vaguely remember him talking about serving a few years in the military when he was younger, but he is still definitely hitting the gym on a regular basis.

His muscles flex when he brings you down on his thick cock a little more sharply than before, and you keen as he hits that perfect spot inside of you. You can feel your orgasm build again, and so can he.

“You’re close, princess, aren’t you?”

You mewl in response and he chuckles darkly, keeping up with his ruthless assault on your most sensitive parts. He angles his fingers just a bit differently on your clit, and keeps thrusting into you, stretching you so perfectly you can’t remember the last time someone fucked you this good - wait , actually you can, it was a few months ago and it was by mister Deckard “annoyingly perfect” Shaw.

“Come on, I know you want to, I’ll keep going until you give me one more anyway princess…”

And that's it. You’re gone. Back arching off the bed, you come hard, harder than the first time, clenching around him. You barely hear him hiss in pleasure as you spasm helplessly on the soft sheets, the silk feeling almost cool against your burning skin.

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“Good morning darling."

You open an eye, natural light is flooding the room, as is the delicious smell of fresh coffee and tea. At the foot of the bed, you spot a room service trolley loaded with breakfast treats and through the open door of the bathroom, you can see Deckard is looking at you in the mirror reflection while buttoning a crisp white shirt.

"Your tea is ready. Black, no milk, right?”

He's right and it's annoying because is there anything this man messes up?

"What time is it?" You ask, suddenly remembering you have a busy schedule today.

"You have 27 minutes to eat and get ready, so I can drop you off at your office in time for your first call of the day."

He knows about your tea preferences and your professional agenda, of course he does , he was not joking when mentioning the whole "spying-on-you" situation, or "supervision" as he liked to call it. He needs to stop it, but you decide to keep this discussion for another day.

You stretch, and rise to put on the hotel bathrobe, sighing at the thought of having to wear the same clothes as yesterday. Last you saw them, they were scattered on the floor all over the room and your underwear were positively ruined.

"The concierge was very helpful this morning, thanks to him I got you a few clothes delivered for today." Deckard adds as he pours himself a cup of coffee from the cart and gestures to the leather armchair where a couple of bags doning logos of luxury brands are perched.

You make your way to the packages, and open the first one to reveal a sophisticated dress, fitted and sexy, but not too much that it would be inappropriate as office wear. The second bag is a thoughtful selection of high end make-up products. And the last one contains a gorgeous set of lacy lingerie, nothing too raunchy but sexy nonetheless. Of course everything is in the right size.

"Thank you..." you whisper, a little stunned. The assortment must have cost him a couple grands at the very least - not that he can't afford it because you're well placed to be sure he can, but still, he did not have to do this.

You have to suppress a smile, because damn he's being annoyingly perfect once more, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction to reveal he was right when promising you could stay the night instead of going home and still look fresh for your day at work.

"I was thinking, I'm free tonight, so maybe we can finally review those documents, you know the ones you were supposed to show me before you jumped on me on the couch last night?" Deckard states as he bites in an apple in front of the window, casually looking at lake Geneva glinting in the bright morning sun.

You blush unwillingly, struggling to find a reply that would save you from admitting you had failed at enforcing your usual work ethic.

"I'm kidding dear!" He barks in a laugh. "I know enough to trust you on this venture, you have my approval to go on with the investment." He continues more seriously.

You open your mouth to answer but he's quicker.

"I'm not kidding about being free though, so what about dinner and then we can see where this takes us…"

When you don't answer immediately, he turns to look at you. Maybe he's realizing the situation can be awkward and precarious for you since you're technically working for him.

"You can say no, I won't take any offense." He adds without irony.

"Yes..." You finally answer, tip toeing toward him until you can snatch the apple he was eating from him. He protests but you shush him.

"...Yes, I would like this very much..."

As he starts to protest again, you take a big bite from the fruit with a knowing smile.

"...but only for dinner. Nothing more."

"You'll be the death of me." Deckard says, falsely irritated, his voice dropping lower.

"At least the feeling is mutual, mister Shaw ..."

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todoscript · 4 years ago

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making out until your phone interrupts you two

characters: bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, suggestive

word count: 2.8k+, 850-1000 words per character

warnings: characters are aged up, suggestive and mature content, implied sexual content, minors please beware

author’s note: how did these get as long as they did

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

As your soft hands brush along the nape of his neck and pinch at strands of ash blond hair, you feel his larger, calloused hands run along your thighs. Your lips come back for each other, hot and needy. Bakugou bites down harshly on your bottom lip, eliciting a squeal that grants him an opening to pry his tongue into your mouth to melt with yours. You follow in the frantic rhythm he sets, barely keeping pace as your grip on the slim fabric of his black tank top wrinkles in your curled fingers. Smirking, his hand runs up the skin beneath your shirt. He finds your squirming all the more amusing the more he rubs and gropes.

“Aw c’mon, babe. No fun if you’re already turning into pudding this fuckin’ early. Show some resistance, why don’t ya?” He eggs you on, but doesn’t cease in his ministrations, and in fact, only makes it harder for you to show any kind of fight. You detach your lips from his, pouting profusely with a scrunched nose. He looks back at you, expression sly and slick, well aware of what he’s doing. Well, you’re going to be sure he doesn’t get the last laugh.

Shifting all your weight onto his upper body, you move him over to lay down on the couch. He peers at your form towering above him, curious as to how you go about turning the tables against him tonight. His palms are flat on your thighs, remaining there as you settle your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. You move your head down so your lips can touch and Bakugou cranes his neck slightly to meet you in the middle. However, a clamor sounding from a phone on the coffee table sends a rift in the atmosphere you’ve established and the incessant chime captures both of your attention. Your eyes go wide before blinking in realization that it’s your phone that’s going off right now.

Much to Bakugou’s dismay, you begin moving off of him. You get up to reach for your ringing phone, but his hand grabbing your wrist is faster.

“Don’t you dare answer it,” Bakugou orders, failing to suppress the blunt annoyance in his tone.

“What if it’s an important call from work?”

Hearing your response, he begrudgingly lets go of your wrist, sitting back on the couch, and grumbling beneath his breath.

“Fuck, it better not take long then.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him. You take a glance at the screen before pressing the green icon and nestle your phone next to your ear.

As you converse with the person on the other line, the blond is glaring knives at the device, no doubt mentally sending curses to whichever asshole decided to interrupt the mood just when things were starting to get good. Now he’s contemplating as to why he was generous enough to let you answer the damn phone in the first place. Shoulda just chucked that thing into the next room, left to be forgotten as the two of you would’ve been occupied with much more important matters.

In retaliation with his thoughts, he abruptly pulls your body into his lap, legs on either side of his thighs, straddling him. Being so occupied with your phone call, you don’t have much opportunity to comment on his behavior. In fact, Bakugou actually doesn’t allow you any opportunity.

Without warning, he plants his mouth on your neck, proceeding to nibble and suckle with just the right amount of pressure that makes you jolt in his lap. A small squeak leaves you, the noise eluded by the other person on the line thanks to you shifting your phone away from your mouth in time. You glare at the blond, silently asking with pointed brows what the hell he thought he was doing. But Bakugou only finds amusement in your struggles.

“Go on, keep talking, princess,” he mumbles loud enough for only you to hear and you feel his lips curl against your skin. You notice his hands busying themselves, tugging at the hem of your shirt, but despite that, you can’t do anything but continue with your conversation, unless you want your caller to start suspecting you’re undergoing other… activities as you were speaking to them.

You are so gonna get it later, mister. You mentally note your promises of retribution before returning to the chat while trying to ignore Bakugou’s mischief to the best of your ability.

After powering through the next couple of minutes of exchanges—your replies hastening and voice hitching whenever Bakugou’s ministrations became impatiently persistent—you finally say your hurried goodbyes, hitting the end call button.

That acts as Bakugou’s cue to pounce on you. He swipes your phone right from your fingertips and tosses it half-hazardously on the couch, out of your reach.

“Katsuki, you—!”

The moment you open your mouth to say something in retort, your words are cut off. Bakugou’s lips slot with yours to resume your intimate lip-lock, even more intense than earlier by how he barely allows you to draw a single breath.

“Oh no you don’t. No fucker is going to interrupt us this time, I’m going to make sure of that,” is the last he says before hoisting you up from your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist, and leading you both to your bedroom.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Entering your living room, Midoriya finds you lounging on the couch with the TV on, curled up with a blanket and watching the latest episode of a show you’ve been following. He stretches out his muscles as he approaches you, body aching at every extension of his limbs. With his groans sounding rather exasperated, you face in his direction.

“Tired?” you question as Midoriya takes a seat beside you.

“Yeah, just a bit. The villains keep getting tougher these days,” he answers, cracking his knuckles, craning his neck to relieve a particular spot that’s been bothering him. You open up the blanket to let him take refuge in your warm haven and he scoots closer to you.

As expected of being the Number One Hero, his duties to the populace only grow more challenging with each passing moment. But he knows better than to complain about the job he was so heavily entrusted to by All Might. Besides, nothing beats saving the day and putting a smile on every citizen’s face. Well, nothing… except maybe spending time with you at the end of the day.

“I’m proud of you though, Izuku. You’ve been working so hard lately,” you say sweetly as your hand goes to massage Midoriya’s neck, rubbing at just the right areas that make him relax beneath your touch. “So proud of you.”

“Y-Yeah?” Midoriya doesn’t mean to stutter, but he fights back a groan when your fingers slowly travel up to his scalp.

“Yeah…” Your voice is tenderly hushed between you two, leaning in closer, to the point where your faces are seconds from touching. With your fingers still twined in his curly green hair, you angle him ever so slightly to meet the smoldering look in your eyes. It doesn’t take much for him to mirror the expression, eyes growing equally lidded and just as desirable. Then, before you had even realized it, you both closed the distance.

Tongue and teeth immediately clash. Midoriya is quick to overpower you as you let out a giggle, being forced to lay back on the couch. With your show inevitably about to be forgotten, the green-haired male smoothly reaches for the remote on your side before pointing the off button at the TV and tossing it to the ground.

He cradles your head from behind to bring your lips impossibly closer. Your hands remain laced through unruly emerald strands, occasionally tugging at his scalp, evoking a hum that vibrates between your lips coming together again and again.

When you finally separate after a rather lengthy session of lip-locking, your breaths are ragged—faces hot. He stares down at you, transfixed by your swollen, plush lips that he wishes to dive down again for more kisses.

“God, what did I ever do to deserve you?” he asks—a rhetorical question, but you smile at it nonetheless.

“I should be asking you that, Number One Hero.” You cup his face in your hands, thumb delicately brushing against those endearing freckles of his as you’re about to pull him down again.

But, just as your eyes close, waiting for your mouths to meet, the world splits open at a blaring echo crashing upon you. You abruptly halt your movements, watching as Midoriya does the same, eyes blown wide. You both turn your heads in the direction of the sound coming from the phone next to the kitchen.

“The phone…” Midoriya murmurs, wondering who would be calling at this hour. But upon glancing over at the wall clock, you remember something. It was actually around that time you were expecting a phone call from a friend of yours anyway. It had entirely slipped your mind after being so caught up in your make-out session with him.

“Sorry, Izuku. It’s probably for me,” you inform, an apologetic smile on your face as he slowly gets off you, allowing you to cease the ringing in the distance.

Sitting up on the couch, he watches you traverse to the kitchen, his elbows resting on his thighs. He drops his head into his hands, noticing his leg hopping up and down restlessly. It’s hard to come down from his high after getting worked up like that, and with that phone call appearing out of nowhere, he’s not sure what to do with himself other than not to get too excited.

Despite that, Midoriya musters the most patience as he possibly can. I mean, the amount of times you’ve been interrupted by Midoriya’s own urgent calls coming from his agency warrants him to exercise some self-restraint, knowing how riled up you could get at times, yet still kindly letting him go about his work like the saint you are.

But after a long day of patrolling the city and defeating foes, all Midoriya desires at the moment is to drown in all the love you have to offer him and leave everything behind to think of only you and him together. He overhears your conversation due to the silence spread across your living space, making out bits and pieces but never taking the time to distinguish the topic of your discussion.

No good, he thinks. Midoriya resigns to the fact he simply can’t keep as still as he would like, already getting up from the couch to seek you out. When he finds you, you’re laughing into the phone, likely finding whatever your friend said humorous, but when he wraps his arms around you, you jerk in surprise, that same laughter replaced by a quiet squeal. You feel Midoriya’s head tuck itself in the space linking your neck and shoulder, planting a single delicate kiss on the exposed skin. He glances at you, emerald eyes gleaming in a silent plea.

You smile in reply, understanding what he wants as you hold up a finger to tell him to give you a moment. “Um, sorry, I’ll have to call you back later. There’s something I have to do right now,” you say into the phone and after exchanging farewells, dismiss the call.

Turning in his arms, you come face-to-face with the relieved look in his eye. “Baby couldn’t wait?”

He releases a sigh, smiling warily. “You know I can never wait when it comes to you.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

Fresh and clean out of the shower, you toss your towel around your slightly damp hair as you walk into the bedroom. Todoroki is already there waiting for you, sitting on the edge of your shared futon while checking something on his phone. Upon hearing your footsteps, he glances up, and smiles as soon as your eyes find each other. He clicks his phone off and sets it to the side before beckoning you over with spread arms.

You kneel in front of him and lean into his comforting embrace. His body is just the right temperature against you that soothes the heat abiding your skin from your steamy shower. Feeling you melt into his chest, he tilts his head, pressing his nose into your hair, and notes the fragrant scent of your shampoo that harmoniously washes over his senses.

“You smell… nice,” he comments, nuzzling his nose to your neck.

Honey… and vanilla…

You giggle at the tickling sensation. “I would hope so, considering I just took a shower.” Todoroki hums at your humor, lifting his head to find your eyes. He takes a moment to pay every detail its utmost attention, from your misty hair to the warmth flushed on your cheeks as his knuckles graze over your skin. You look away from his punctilious gaze, his gray and turquoise eyes making you feel small.

That won’t do, he thinks.

Before you can even process his actions, he leans forward to capture your lips. Taken by surprise, a faint sound floats above your mouth that is quickly swallowed by him.

Again… and again… and again.

As you let yourself surrender to the fervent kisses, Todoroki maneuvers you two onto your futon, where he hovers over you, lips never once parting throughout your movements. You hum in delight when his tongue immerses itself in your mouth. The gratuitous feeling doesn’t stick for long though.

A ringing sound resonates above the futon, and your attention is immediately diverted. Your motions falter beneath him, causing you to fall off beat now that your mind has one more thing to worry about. On the other hand, Todoroki is least bit concerned over the noise, unrelentingly nibbling at your lips to try and elicit more sweetness from them. Unfortunately, his fun is cut short as you lay your hand on his chest, lightly pushing him away so he removes his mouth from you.

“Shouto... My phone.”

Todoroki glances at the phone in question before returning to your form, disheveled under him. He gives you a look of indifference. “It can wait,” he states simply, about to dive down to resume what he started, but you don’t concede so easily.

“It could be important,” you reason.

Releasing a sigh, Todoroki allows you some space to turn over on your stomach and reach out for your phone, the chiming desisting as you answer it and greet whoever decided to call you at this time of night.

The conversation you’re having flies over Todoroki’s head. The only thing on his mind right now is you finishing the call and continuing where you two left off, praying it won’t take long.

However, eventually his impatience gets the best of him. His eyes wander the room simply to return to you—laying with your upper body propped on your pillow as you hover the phone next to your ear. He peeks at the small droplet of water trailing your hair just before it falls atop the skin of your neck. He seems almost mesmerized by it as it begins its trek down your collarbones, reveling in the enticing sight despite how ordinary it must be to the common eyes. For him, it just makes things all the more difficult to sit still.

Needy and with little to do, he shifts toward you.

“Right, and I– Ah!” your sentence slips on you mid-speech as you feel something cold touch the nape of your neck.

“Y/n? Everything alright?” your caller asks, static voice laced with concern that you almost overlook when the chilling sensation on your neck returns. You turn your head and discover Todoroki bending forward to place his lips repeatedly on your neck. You can’t tell if his lips are particularly colder than usual or if you’re still a little heated from your shower. Either way, the heightened sensitivity raises goosebumps on your skin.

“I-I’m fine! I just bumped into something, is all!” you reply, though your voice pitches, feeling Todoroki’s equally cool hands graze your back under your shirt.

“Oh, please be careful! The fatigue must be catching up with you after such a long day, and I did call you at a pretty late time, huh? Tell you what, we can talk about this again tomorrow morning so you can get your rest for the night, okay?”

You are beyond grateful for the convenience bestowed to you. Though, you honestly think resting is surely the last thing on a certain someone’s mind right now.

“Right! Thank you..! Have a good night!” With that, you promptly end the call. Repositioning onto your back, you cross eyes with Todoroki, making a point at hardening your expression and seeming offended. Though the man knows it’s more so a facade than anything and that you’re not actually angry at him.

“Oh, you..!” You emphasize your words with a bump of your fist against his shoulder, albeit with minimal strength.

He chuckles at your pouty lips, leaning down for a peck before moving some hair out of your face. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he admits, the curve of his lips bordering on a smirk and a genuine smile that you find hard to be mad at.

“Shall we resume where we left off then?”

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hereforhalstead · 3 years ago

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Drunk in Love

*Gif not mine, full credit to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: Nope! Not this one

• Warnings: jealousy/angst/Swearing/Slight smut?

• Summary: Kim invites the team round to hers after an intense week to play some drinking games. You and Jay fight to make the other the most jealous but after you take an early lead, he is quick to turn the tables.

Words: 4,694

• A/N : So I planned on writing a super fluffy fic but I saw this game come up on my tiktok and got inspired so Jealous!Jay is back - sorry!

Hope you enjoy🥰

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“Well how is this gonna work when some of us are single?”

Jay shoots you a menacing glare from across the room, subtle to most but you certainly caught it

“If you’re single, you do whatever it says to the last person you texted, deal?” Kevin speaks up, interuptting the stare Jay had you locked in as he nods “Sounds good to me”

“I thought you were seeing someone Halstead?”

Your heart was suddenly in your mouth, helping to move some chairs around to distract yourself but your ears still engraved in the conversation between Jay and Adam as Jay chuckles

“I thought I was too, things change quick these days I guess”

You could feel his gaze burning into you, so intense you thought it would leave a mark. You simply turned to start a conversation with Hailey, half paying attention to the and think of a way out from the mess you’d clearly created so early into the evening.

“Y/N, you first then” Adam instructs, handing the pile of cards over for you to pull the top one. After a tough week, Kim had invited you all round to hers for a night of drinking games and you were all quick to agree. This was until she pulled out the game you’d be playing

‘Drunk in love’

Great. It’s like she’d done it on purpose, she knew you’d already fucked up with Jay and now you had to face your punishment. Karma at it’s finest.

You pulled the first card, reading it to yourself and almost choking on your drink

‘Go to the bathroom and send a nude to your partner’

“There must be someone you can send it to” Kim taunts, downing her drink as she hands Adam the empty glass “I guarantee there was someone who sprung to mind as soon as we started this game”

She wasn’t wrong, except the person that was on your mind was sitting opposite you and he didn’t just spring to your mind once the game started.

He was always on your mind, every second of every day, your main focus was him.

The one sat with an infectious grin plasered on his face, arms folded across his chest with the veins popping from his neck as he laughed. Not to be fooled with how fast he could switch, shooting you a glimpse every now and then with a darkness in his eyes that told you he was thinking about you just as much as you were thinking about him.

“Fine, I guess there’s someone”

Jay picks up his beer and takes a sip as he raises his brows “Care to tell us who?”

The confidence in his voice turned your mood sour, he was getting cocky and you weren’t about to give into his power “My lips are sealed” you tauted, turning on your heels to head for the bathroom.

You had no plans on sending a photo to anyone, least of all Jay who would be sitting there waiting for his phone to vibrate in his pocket. Basking in the satisfaction of knowing he was the lucky recipient. Instead, you send your friend a text with some simple instructions

‘Try to facetime me in 10 mins, when I don’t answer send me a few texts’

You scrolled thorugh some socials, answered her confused responses to kill some time before heading back to the group. Your gaze instantly falling on Jay who was clearly entering some form of rage as his hand was set on his jean pocket, waiting for the photo that he now learnt he wouldn’t be getting.

“You took your time” Adam innocently comments, Jay forcing a laugh to join in with the rest as they made their digs “Wanted to make sure I got a good angle” you shrug, also taking a sip from your drink whilst holding eye contact with Jay.

“It’s pretty late, doubt he will reply” he scoffed, bringing his beer to his lips as your phone chimed with the familiar facetime sound. Eyes quickly flicking down to the phone that had lit up in front of you, quickly grabbing it before anyone could really see who it was

“I don’t know man, looks like she reeled him in” Kevin leans across to high five you with a wink “Don’t let us hold you up if you gotta be somewhere”

You clicked your phone to shut the call off, placing it on the side as you shook your head with a shrug “Don’t want to seem to eager”

“Well because you won’t tell us who he is, you have to pull another card as a forfit” Hailey instructed, handing you the pack of cards with a satisfied grin. You rolled your eyes as you held back and examined her serious expression “You can’t be serious”

Kim soon chimed in in agreement as Jay sat quiet, still reeling over the thoughts of you sending something to someone that wasn’t him, he dealt with it the best way he knew. To sit in silence and stew over it with the occasional dig to ensure you knew he wasn’t happy.

“Fine” you huffed, leaning to pick the top card and immediately regretting it “Give your partner a lap dance” you read aloud, earning stifled laughs from the group as you sighed “If only he was here”

Jay was quick to his feet, grabbing at the bottle of spirit in the middle of the table and pouring you a shot “Looks like this is for you then”.

You matched his level, standing to have him towering over you as you took the shot glass from him, his hand lingering on yours longer than expected before Adam made a comment to ruin the moment

“She could always give it to someone here?”

All heads snapped to him instantly, you couldn’t tell who was looking at him with the most disgust between Kim or Jay, both sporting looks that could kill

“I didn’t mean me, obviosuly” he helds his hands up in defense as he glanced to Kevin for support “Don’t bring me into this” he simply stated, averting his gaze to the ceiling with a pouted bottom lip

“Halstead?”

You both froze

An awkward silence falling over the apartment before you scoffed with an exhale of laughter “he wishes”. You moved your attention back to Jay just in time to witness the harsh gulp in his throat as his eyes racked over your body “She should be so lucky”

The familiar chime from your phone interrupts the quick witted comment Adam was about to hit back with. You pull it from the side you’d left it on previously, running your eyes over the screen as you hold back your laughter

‘Texting like you asked, enjoy the make up sex’

You took a moment before allowing a smile to creep on your face, silently placing the phone back into your pocket. No words spoken as you throw back the shot Jay had earlier handed to you

“You serious right now?” Kevin accused “You’re really not gonna tell us who it is?”

You place the shot glass back into Jay’s hold as you wrap your fingers around his, your eyes flicking up to this briefly as you tilt your head in innocence “Not a chance”

Unsurprisingly this doesn’t go down well with the group, least of all Jay who shot back a thunderous look as he returned to his seat. Eyes watching you intently as you also sat back down in your spot opposite him. Biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing as the daggers were being thrown at you from his spireful glance.

“You good Jay?” Kim clearly had noticed the way his posture had stiffened and the tight hold he now had on his beer bottle as he took a sip “Yep, all good” he bit back, eyes still on you as you suggestively bought the straw from your glass to your lips.

Running your tounge over your bottom lip before taking it between your teeth, glimpsing to see if anyone else was paying attention which luckily they weren’t.

You shot Jay a subtle wink as the cool liquid trickled down the back of your throat, giving you the extra confidence to act up and see how far you could push him.

It was clearly getting to him and he wasn’t one for hiding when he was losing his patience, letting out a cough to clear the tension and readjusting the way he was sat was all you needed to see to know you were getting the best of him.

“Jay" Adam calls, clicking his fingers in front of Jay’s face to get his attention, you stifled a laugh as he whipped his head to Adam “It’s your turn”

You couldn’t ignore the dread you had as he picked the top card, reading it to himself and chuckling before pouring himself a shot. “Not you as well?" Hailey groaned, throwing her head onto your shoulder with a huff “What’s with the secrecy tonight?”

“Come on man, what did it say?” Adam probed as you felt every ounce of confidence drain from your body. A simple smirk spreading on his face, full attention turned onto you as he read from the card

“Kiss the last person you texted”

You were certain it was you, he’d texted right before you got to Kim’s apartment to ask if you wanted him to pick you up and he hadn’t touched his phone since.

“Well who is it then?” Hailey continued to probe as she laid with her head still resting on your shoulder, shocked she couldn’t feel your heartbeat pulsing round your body as he pulled his phone from the table behind him. Unlocking it and scrolling to the last message, lightly scratching at his forhead as he pursed his lips.

“Some girl I hooked up with, no one special”

His words hit you like a tonne of bricks, he could’ve thrown a knife at you and it would've hurt less. Hell, he could’ve shot you in the stomach and the pain would’ve been more bareable than the spiteful words he seemingly let fall out his mouth so naturally.

“She the reason you’ve been so happy lately? Kim said you’ve had an extra spring in your step but I didn’t think it would’ve been from a girl” Kim nudges Adam in the stomach as he continues to probe “Jay Halstead, Chicago’s finest bachelor has found himself a girl”

Jay shakes his head, unable to keep the grin forming as he tries to defend himself “I just said she was no one special”. Kevin tuts and shakes his head with knitted brows “You can’t lie for shit, you know that?”

Whilst everyone resumes to their own conversations, it seems you and Jay were suddenly in a world of your own. His gaze was once again fixed onto you, hand running up and down his thigh as you slightly lift one shoulder as a guesture of confusion.

He simply narrowed his eyes, acting innocent to your sudden change of mood which added to your sourness.

“Sorry to break up this party but I think I’m gonna head home” you announce, Hailey retracting herself from you as she looks at you in shock “Was I drooling? I’ll stop, sorry” she wipes the sides of her mouth as you laugh and shake your head

“Just think I’ve had enough and need bed” you lie through gritted teeth, you were quickly learning you loved to tease but couldn’t handle it when it was being thrown back at you.

Jay clearly wasn’t in a sympathetic mood so you decided to be the bigger person and take yourself away from the situation.

Kevin let out an amused huff as he pointed his beer bottle towards you “She’s gonna go see her boy toy” You pulled your phone from your pocket, pretending to read a text as you pointed to the black screen “Exactly that, you caught me”

You hurried your jacket back onto your shoulders, downed the rest of your drink before handing the empty glass to Kim “Thanks for a great night” you commented to which she shot you a wink “I’m sure it’s about to get a whole lot better for you”

You rolled your eyes, glancing towards Jay who was aimlessly scrolling on his phone with his attention firmly away from you. You gently nudged his head as you walked past, smiling down at him as his gaze slowly roamed over your body before they got to your eyes “See you in the morning, partner”

Walking away with an extra swing in your hips and a flick of your hair as it fell down your back was giving you your confidence back. Knowing he would be watching your every move as you headed for the door, reaching for the handle with the feeling of smugness encompassing you before he stopped you in your tracks

“I’ll drive you home” Jay called out from over your shoulder, Kevin beating you to it as he asks why.

“Don’t want her walking home alone, it’s dark”

Kevin was right, he really can’t lie for shit

“You’ve been drinking too?” you clutch at straws, hoping he will sit back down but he shakes his head with glee “Only one beer and a shot, I’ll be fine”

You curse under your breath, you thought you’d gotten away with it. A night of teasing that you could walk away from and continue to tease him from the comfort of your home, the satisfaction of not being in the same room as him and still have him reeling after you was what you enjoyed most.

But no, he had to ruin it. Your joyous moment of you being the one who left him speechless, he couldn’t stand it.

He hated when you got the best of him, he loved to be the one in control. To have you weak in the knees when he knew there was nothing you could do about it. Have you flushed in the cheeks when it wasn’t just the pair of you was what enticed him to keep going, seeing how far he could push before you cracked.

You were as bad as each other, both having extremely jealous tendencies but the difference was you could regain yourself and walk away. Jay couldn’t. He had to leave a mark, he had to leave his mark and prove you were his and no one elses.

“Fine, hurry up” you demanded, folding your arms to ensure you’d lightly extenuated your chest over the top of your top “I’ve got a busy night planned”

You watched as he shrugged on his jacket, mumbling something to which Kevin spits out a laugh “What was that?” Hailey speaks up, unimpressed glance as she cocks her eyebrow

“Nothing” he grimaces a smile before heading over to you, smug grin adding to his demeaner as he reaches across you to open the door. Ensuring he lingers his lips just above your ear as he whispers “Don’t want you being late for your busy night, do we?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as he opened the door. Sliding past him as you made your exit, hand gliding along him as you walked and suppressing a celebration as you see his hand clutching at the door handle with a tighter grip just at the slightest of your touch.

“Get in the car”

To say the journey back to your apartment was silent, felt like an understatement. You could hear a pin drop, the short distance seeming miles longer as he drove slowly along the streets. Keeping your gaze focused on the window, watching as you passed the endless amount of restaurants and clubs whilst on route to your place.

Observing the happy couples in the windows, hands intertwined across the table as they enjoyed their meal. The protective boyfriend ushering his girl into the club, the look of making sure everyone knew she was his rang all too familiar to you.

Feeling of dread and anticipation swirling around in your stomach, muttered conversation rising up to your throat as the minutes without words being said grows longer. Propping your chin on your hand, as you groan “Could you go any faster?”

Jay keeps his eyes on the road, hand fixed on the steering wheel with the whiteness in his knuckles as he tightens his grip just from the sound of your croaked voice.

“Earth to Jay?” you cross your legs in the footwell, his gaze quickly skimming to your action before returning to the road “You in a rush to get to your new boyfriend?”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, picking at your fingernails as you comment “You know I don’t have a new boyfriend, idiot”. Jay’s expression remains stern and focused, almost as if you didn’t speak as he ignores your response.

“Might have soon though” you huff, words directed at the window with a hushed tone in hopes Jay didn’t hear but the way the vehicle comes to a sudden stop tells you he did.

“Get out”

You whip your head round to him, mouth gaped open in shock as he locks his eyes forward “Excuse me?”

“You heard”

“Jay, I can’t believe you’re acting like this. It was only a jo-” you begin to rant but he holds his hand up to stop you, causing you to go off on another tangent before he yet again interrupts you

“Y/N, we’re at my place and I need to park” you glance out the window and feel slightly embarrassed you hadn’t spotted his apartment block before your outburst. You quickly unlocked the door, hopping out of the truck and making your way to the door of the complex.

Folding your arms across your chest to try and build some form of body heat whilst you wait for him, convinced he was taking his sweet time to make you wait in the cold longer. Rummaging around in his pocket as he pulls the key out, keeping his eyes to the ground until the moment he is stood beside you.

Towering over you, so close you could feel the warmth from his breath hitting your face “Cold?”. You can tell he’s trying not to laugh at the way hi eyes light up, he was getting far too much enjoyment out of this for your liking.

“Why didn’t you take me home?” you question, following him into the building and standing behind him as he twists the key in the front door to his apartment. Him still not giving you a response as he opens the door for you, you groan and sulk past him but your mood is instantly lifted by the warm air that hits your body.

You hang your jacket on the back of the sofa but stay leaning with the back of your legs against it as you watch him get comfortable. Throwing his coat onto the side with a huff, pouring himself a glass of water before tossing the rest of it into the sink and clanging the glass back onto the counter.

You stayed quiet, waiting for him to make the first move but already slightly panicked he would just take himself off to bed without saying a single word to add to your punishment.

“Do you want anything to eat?” he finally speaks, attention still diverted from you as he rifles through the fridge

Instead of responding, you walk round to the sofa and take a seat. Flicking on the tv to drown out the noises he was creating clearly just to piss you off even more.

“Okay” he mumbles to himself, frustration levels rising as you still don’t answer.

“Did you hear me?” he follows up his previous question with another as he leans on the door frame. Expecting you to still be in the same spot but thrown off when he see’s you sat with your back to him “Y/N?”

He calmly strides over to you, standing at your side, his gaze fixed onto you as you watch the pointless crap that was currently on the screen in order to pretend he isn’t there.

“Are you listening to me?” his voice was faintly raised but that still wasn’t enough to give him your full attention like he wanted. Instead, you kept watching the tv but gave him an inch of satisfaction by responding bluntly “Oh, it talks”.

“Don’t get smart with me, Y/N” he taunts, crouching down at the side of the sofa to lean on his arms. Still towering over you as you flick through the TV channels, trying to ignore the heat you could feel coming from the stare he was burning into you.

“Why did you bring me here?” you question, finally turning to face him and immediately regretting it. You were trying to be calm, you were trying to seem unphased but just from one glimpse at him you felt yourself weakening.

You tried to fight it, pushing down the urge to crash your lips onto his, throwing aside the thoughts gripping at the collar of his shirt and bringing him onto you. He wanted to play the game and so did you, you weren’t about to give in.

“You’ve had a drink and I didn’t want you being alone”

You take your hand and cup the side of his face, raising your brows as he slightly leans into your touch “Well aren’t you caring?” you taunt, him retracting himself from you and standing to his feet.

You watch as he runs a hand along his jawline, the other hanging on his hip as he groans “Why do you do this to me?” he spits out, causing you to match his stance and stand before him.

Before you could question him, he cuts you off as he goes off on a rant “All night you’ve pushed me. All night you’ve tested me. All night you’ve acted like this innocent little girl and now you wanna take the piss when I try and care for you?”

The way he was throwing his arms around in gest was making you feel weak in the knees, you wanted to grab him, you wanted him to pin you against the wall, you wanted him.

“I didn’t push you Jay, it was a game” you try and rest your hand against his chest but he quickly takes a step back and lets it fall back to your side

“A game?” he probes, brows knitted in frustration as he lets out a sinister laugh “You think sending a nude photo to another guy and rubbing it in my face is a game?”

He rubs a hand on the back of his neck as he drops his head with a groan “Do you know how that made me feel?”

“You said I was nothing special, surely we’re even?” you quiz, watching as he stops pacing back and forth in front of you and turns to face you. Dark look sweeping across his face, almost an aire of disgust as he scoffs “You think I meant that?”

You shrug, unsure of what to say as he darts his tounge out to wet his bottom lip. A move you’re sure he didn’t mean, probably not even aware he did it but you were focused on it, you wanted those lips on you.

“You had your little fun, got a nice kick out of it and I sat back and watched. Watched as you went off into the bathroom to send a photo to someone else? Did I mention that already?

He was heated, slightly pouted bottom lip and brows furrowed as he took a step towards you. You instantely took a step back, your legs hitting the sofa as an indication you could move no further and all you could do was stand and watch as he towered over you.

Eyes roaming over your face as you stood silent, trying to read your expression for an answer as he was losing his patience.

“You really think I sent a photo to someone else Jay?” your voice was timid yet stern as you question him, watching as his face ever so slightly untightens as your words fall

“You really think I’d do that?” you scoff “Nice to know how much you think of me”

He lets out a loud huff, his hand suddenly clutching at your hip while the other rakes through his hair. He had you pinned, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get out of his grasp but not so deep down he had you exactly where you wanted to be.

“You wanna know how much I think of you?” he taunts, you shaking your head before he continues “I think of you so much that the thought of someone else seeing you the way I do, physically pains me Y/N”

You open your mouth to speak but he is quick to cut you off, his fingers digging into your sides to hold you in place “I think of you so much that even after everything you did, I still wanted to make sure you were safe and looked after”

“I think of you so fucking much that I can hardly think of anything else because you’re on my mind every second of every day. I’m also so fucking fed up of not being able to do anything about it when we’re around other people”

He stands breathless, chest rising and falling in frustration as you wait to see if he was going to say anything else. The way his head falls back tells you he wasn’t done but you decided to cut in anyway.

“You’re the one who didn’t want anyone to know about us Jay, not me. Remember?” you prod a finger into his chest as he scans down at the gesture before back up to you

“And I would never send something to someone else when I have you, are you stupid? You should know I wouldn’t” you let your sentence trail off, hurt behind your words as you hold your face in your hands.

“Y/N, look at me” he demands but you don’t move. Barely a second passes before he reaches for your hands, removing them from your face as he lowers his head to meet your line of sight

“I’m sorry, I ju-” he starts to ramble but you wanted to change the somber mood that the heated argument had turned into. You rested a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him towards you as you leaned in to whisper into his ear.

“You should remind me” you taunted, lingering a kiss to the skin below his ear as you felt his grip on you tighten “What do you mean?”

You moved your lips along his jawline, peppering kisses to the exposed skin and nipping lightly at his earlobe “You should remind me who I belong to”

His other hand made it’s way into your hair, lightly pulling at the roots which caused a groan to escape from your throat. Tugging slightly to bring your eyes back to him and to give him access to your neck.

“I think you’re right” he confirmed, trailing his hands up and down your spine with a look of hunger clouding his vision.

Jay didn’t need telling twice as his lips made their way to your collarbone, sucking harshly before you yelped, causing him to pause and look up at you with innocent eyes.

“Sorry baby, I’m just marking what’s mine”

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