#not too bad for a girl from the hood hehe

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the demonstration ; skz ; jeongin x reader

requested by anonymous: you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜ w Jeongin? 😩 please 🥰. requested by anonymous: I.N AND ❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜ ❛ you taste like heaven. ❜ PLEASE IF YOU CAN BEGGING YOU

pairing: yang jeongin/reader content info: friends to lovers. reader asks jeongin if he has ever made someone squirt and if so please show her hehe. reader mentions a bad date with a rude guy who called her high-strung. squirting, pussy-eating, riding, just a good time lol. explicit sexual content. word count: 4000 words.

masterlist. part of the valentine’s day stories series. credit to prompts. requests are closed.

enjoy <3

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Jeongin is finally awake when you return to his apartment.  You visited this morning but he must have had a late night because the flat was dark and silent when you let yourself in. You went for a stroll, hoping the fresh air would clear your mind, but what you really needed was him.  A conversation with Jeongin always improves your mood.  Just thinking about those deep dimples brings out your own smile.  

“Hi there,” you say sweetly.  You close the door and replace your shoes with the slippers he keeps for you.  You bound up to the kitchen counter.  “Can I ask you something?”  

Jeongin clearly just rolled out of bed.  Far from glamourous, your nonetheless very handsome friend is wearing a hoodie and sweatpants and his black thick-rimmed glasses.  He has the hood pulled over his head, his dishevelled black hair peeking out.  A bowl of ramen sits in front of him, though his sleepy gaze is on his phone, long ringed fingers curled around the device. 

You look at those fingers thoughtfully, your mouth a little drier than before.  Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all…

It’s too late.  Jeongin emerges from the slumped cavern of his hoodie, lifting his bespectacled face.  He dutifully puts his phone facedown on the counter.   Pushing his sleeves to his elbows, he says, “Of course.  Hi.  How are—”  He yawns before he can finish.  The yawn breaks into a wheezy little laugh.   

You take the seat across from him at the kitchen island and watch him twirl his chopsticks.  Nimble fingers flip them around before he digs into his noodles, slurping a little ungracefully.  He swallows almost half the bowl in a scoop.  Your eyes are still on his hands.   

“Jeongin,” you say.  “Have you ever—oh, no, thank you.” 

He is holding out a clump of noodles on his chopsticks.  When you decline, he shoves it in his own mouth. 

“Jeongin,” you say again.  “Have you ever made a girl squirt?”

He chokes on the noodles.  It gets ugly quick.  You emit a little squeak of your own when he thumps on his chest so hard that his hood falls back and his glasses fall off.  He hacks up the noodles and spits some across the island. 

“Are you okay?” you ask.     

“I’m fine,” he says in a rough voice, squinting hard like a beleaguered puppy.  He fumbles with his glasses, blinking quickly once they are back on his face.   Then he reaches for his water bottle and unscrews it with a flick of his fingers.  He rubs his chest while drinking.

You purse your lips, watching him.  His profile is so defined, his jaw so sharp and cheekbones high.  He really is ridiculously handsome.  And those hands.  You look at the prominence of the veins running down his forearm, the subtle strength in his slender form, the long easy grace of his fingers.  If any man is turning women into waterfalls, it must be him.

“So,” you say, “have you ever done it?”

He chokes on his water, but not as dramatically as the noodles.  It’s a messy hiccup and he dribbles water down his chin, barely catching it in the cup of his hand.  He puts the bottle aside and wipes his hand on his thigh. 

“I don’t think I understand the question,” he finally says. 

“What? ‘Have you ever made a girl squirt?’” you ask, tipping your head.  “Sorry, what’s confusing?”

“Um.”  He looks at you in bewilderment.  “The part where you are asking me it?” 

“Oh.”  A little – okay, a lot of embarrassed heat explodes in your chest.  It radiates out with rapid-fire speed, scalding your neck and your face. 

You lower your gaze.  His dark eyes and expressive brows are now too intense for you.  You fiddle with your fingers in your lap, thumbs pushing at each other. 

“Well,” you say, slowly.  You look anywhere but him. “Something sort of happened.”

When you chance an upward glance, he is looking at you very studiously.   

“Sort of…” he says, looking more confused by the second.  “Did you… sort of… squirt?”

You cover your face, suddenly embarrassed beyond words.  Why did this seem like a good idea again?  You were so convinced a few minutes ago that this was a totally fine conversation to have with your friend.  Now you want the floor to open up and swallow you whole. 

You make a miserable little sound into your palms and Jeongin finally laughs.  His whole face crinkles with delight and he laughs so hard that it sounds like he can barely breathe.

“Don’t laugh at me!” you wail. 

“I’m not, I’m not,” he lies, because he is laughing his ass off while he says it.  “Come on, it’s fine.  Stop hiding.” 

He reaches across the counter for you.  You jerk away, mewling pathetically, which just makes him laugh again.  He eventually uses both hands to peel apart your death grip.  You still avoid his gaze, staring down at the counter, but he dips his head to chase your eyes. 

“There you are,” he says when your gazes meet.  “Crazy girl!  Ask me again.” 

“I forgot the question,” you say, petulant.

He snorts.  “I didn’t,” he says.  “You wanted to know if I ever made a woman—”

“Yes, I know what I asked!” you say, shaking your head.  You see him smile, a giant grin of immense amusement as you tug at your cheeks in distress.  “I’m sorry I asked.  It’s just that…”

“Something sort of happened?” he supplies when you trail off. 

“Technically,” you say, “something sort of didn’t happen.” 

“Ohhh.”  He returns to looking bashful, rubbing the back of his neck.  “Were you… with… someone?”

“Mhm.”  You both look at the kitchen counter while you speak.  “I had a date.  I planned the whole thing out.  You know me, I like a plan.”  You try to laugh but a flood of humiliation washes over you, the recollection of last night and how everything went so, so wrong.  You close your eyes and sigh.  “Ugh.  It was going well so I brought him back to my place.  Things got heated.  He said he was really good at… doing that… I said I had never done it before and he got excited and said I would like it.  I think I just… thought about it too much.  You know me!  I like a plan!  That wasn’t the plan!  Anyway, we put a towel on the bed which is why it was even more embarrassing when I couldn’t… when he couldn’t make me… ugh.”  You flop forward, pressing your forehead to the cold marble countertop.  “He called me high-strung and left.” 

You lift your head slowly, looking at Jeongin for his reaction.  His expression is all scrunched up like he smells something bad.  Then he gestures as if he is vomiting, making the noisy hurling sounds to match. 

You laugh in spite of yourself, nodding.

“I know, I know, you’re right,” you say.  “He sucked.” 

“High-strung?” Jeongin says, the word tumbling out like a curse.  “He said that?  Pffft—” 

You are glad you came to him.  Your other friends would have been protective and encouraging, which is nice, but Jeongin’s helpless laughter is more reassuring than anything.  That other guy was so pathetic that all Jeongin can do is laugh. 

Even so, you do feel a little sensitive about the whole thing.  You are smiling now but your gaze stays low.  You trace circles on the counter. 

“I know he… he was just embarrassed too.  He was rude to me, but… he wasn’t totally wrong.”

“No,” Jeongin says, shaking his head.  “No, no, no—”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you insist.  You let him take your hands and squeeze, but you talk before he can interrupt.  “Look he didn’t exactly handle it well but I… I am a little… um, overly thoughtful at times.  I’m not good at doing things in the spur of the moment.  It scares me and I think too much and once I start thinking I can’t stop.”  You let go of his hands, giving them one last friendly pat before you neatly fold your hands on the counter.  ���Anyway, I asked you what I did because I was hoping you could instruct me so I can practice.  That way next time it happens, I won’t get scared and think so much.”

You smile at him. 

He slowly takes his glasses off, his mouth open. 

“Oh,” he says.  “Okay.  Um.” 

“Soooo… have you?” 

The tips of his ears turn a vibrant red and he puts his reading glasses aside.  He takes a second to rub his eyes with an incredible amount of vigour.  You wait patiently and politely, watching him tug down the sleeves of his hoodie then push them back up.  Those long fingers swipe through his hair once, twice.  Finally, he crosses his arms and nods sharply. 

“Yes,” he says.  “I have.” 

Oh.

The subject of your abstract thought suddenly becomes a tangible reality.  You cannot get the unbidden mental image out of your head: Jeongin, knuckle-deep in the very wet, very soft heat of someone lucky, wringing every last bit of pleasure out of them.  It is unexpectedly easy to imagine yourself in their place, his dark head between your thighs and his steady arm at work. 

You cross your legs.  He notices. 

“Would you mind showing me?” you ask. 

“Showing you?” he repeats, his thick eyebrows high on his face.  “Showing you?” 

“Yes,” you say.  You are so preoccupied with your mental image that it takes a moment to realize your phrasing might be misconstrued.  “Not like that!” 

He jumps in surprise. 

“Oh my god.”  You put your hands over your face again.  “I meant… abstractly.  Draw it.  Or tell me.  I didn’t mean—oh my goodness.”

His ears are still red but Jeongin dissolves into giggles again.   Your mortification works wonders on his dimples. 

“I’m not very good at drawing,” he teases, patting you on the head. 

“Oh my goodness,” is all you manage. 

His laughter is infectious, overpowering your embarrassment until you are giggling with him. 

“I’m sorry,” you say when the laughter finally slows.  You smile, chagrined and apologetic.  “It was a stupid question in the first place.  I’m really embarrassed.” 

“No, don’t be,” he says, waving his hand.  “You can tell me anything.  I was just… surprised.”

“Yeah, so was he,” you say, making both of you laugh again. 

When the laughter subsides a second time, Jeongin sighs.  He puts his discarded glasses back on, blinking his vision into his focus and smiling at you.  After the last few minutes of conversation, that smiles gives you butterflies.  You touch a hand to your stomach as if to still them, but they flutter away. 

“I have an idea,” he says, holding out his hand. 

“Oh no,” you say but take that hand without hesitation.  “Am I about to regret so many things?”

“What?  No.  When have I ever had a bad idea?” he asks while laughing, no doubt in recollection of every combined bad idea your friendship has conjured. 

You can hardly judge him for any bad ideas, though, seeing as you waltzed in here today asking your friend if he had ever made someone squirt.  It sounds very ridiculous in hindsight, but you truly do trust Jeongin so much that the idea seemed reasonable at the time. 

Now you are in his bedroom, hovering by the bedside while he plops down on his bed with a sigh.  He adjusts his glasses and the neck of his hoodie, like this is all protocol and not remotely unusual.  He takes a pillow and lays it gingerly across his lap, then looks up and beckons you forward with the come-hither crook of two fingers.  His smirk is suggestive but playful, just teasing you, but it awakens those butterflies again. 

“Come on,” he says.  “Sit.  I’ll, um, show you.”

“Show me?” you say, eying the pillow in his lap.  “Yang Jeongin, are you… about to defile that pillow?”

“Yes,” he says, nodding solemnly.  “We’re gonna make it squirt.”

“You know when I asked if you had ever done it before, I meant on a human…”

“Wow! I’m helping you with a visual demonstration and you insult me—!”

“Aha, I’m sorry!”  You burst into laughter at the incredulity on his face.   When he pushes the pillow off his lap with a show of dramatics, you wave your hands just as theatrically.  “I mean it, I mean it,” you say, though your laughter contradicts the sincerity of your words.  “Please help me.  I’m sorry, hahaha, I was just teasing, I need your help, please!”

He tries to stand up but you block him, shuffling every time he leans.  He finally grabs your hips to move you but you grab his shoulders.  Your wrestling is a light-hearted tussle, but then he starts tickling you and you stand no chance of survival.  You turn into a flailing, yelping mess, laughing as you spill across the bed with your arms around each other.   He tortures you another second, forcing another apology out of your mouth. 

When it is over, you lay there, panting.  He is leaning over you, his hands on your waist, yours on his shoulders.   Your friend likes to laugh but a very serious look crosses his face.  He looks at you like he is studying you, discovering some detail for the first time even though he has known you for years.  It is like you can feel his stare, a caress across your cheek, across your lips.  You take your bottom lip into your mouth, wetting it.

He takes a slow, deep breath. 

“That man was crazy,” he says.  His voice is lower than before, scratching above a whisper.  “You’re perfect.  He just didn’t care about getting to know you.  And that sucks for him because you—”  His voice breaks, the little squeak making him laugh, a small embarrassed sound.  The tips of his ears are red and he avoids meeting your gaze.  “You’re beautiful,” he says, “inside and out.  Any man would be lucky to be with you.” 

“Jeongin,” you say softly, because what else can you say? 

He meets your gaze.  His mouth is open like he wants to say more but he can only stare at you.  Eventually, he laughs.  He rubs the back of his neck as he sits up straight.  You sit up as well, staring at him while he adjusts his glasses. 

“Right,” he says.  “The, uh, the pillow.  I, um…”

It might have been amusing, watching him poke a pillow suggestively.  But you no longer care about that.  The energy in this room has changed, the whole world melting under the power of his words, changing the very shape of this space.  When you take a breath, all you smell is his cologne, masculine and smoky, all you see is your friend, in his hoodie and glasses with his blushing cheeks, and all you want is him.  Like this.  Right now. 

He reaches for the pillow and you reach for him.  You take his hand and he looks at you, blinking with surprise. 

You turn his hand over.  He really does have nice hands, long fingers, deft and strong.  You measure it against your own.  Then you guide his hand to your lips and kiss the tips of his fingers.  You look at him, making your eyes big, your lashes fluttering. 

“Oh,” he says.  “Oh.”

You laugh.  He cups your face and draws you close and you are both smiling when your lips come together.  Despite his blush, the kiss is ravishing.  You find yourself gasping for a breath, whimpering when he sucks your bottom lip. 

“Lay down please,” he says, speaking against your mouth. 

You nod.  Those butterflies are wild inside you.  You are certain you already look like an unravelled mess, laying on your back and breathing hard. 

He leans over you, catching your hand when you reach for him.  He kisses your palm, your fingers bumping his glasses, making you giggle.  He smiles too, the kiss lingering.  Your whole arm tingles even when he stops.  He guides your hand above your head, curling your fingers around the bars of his headboard. 

“You keep your hands where they are or I'll tie them up,” he says, but laughs at your surprised expression before the words can settle.   “You said yourself, you think too much,” he explains.  “Just lay there.  Don’t move.  Don’t think.  Let me take care of you.”  He puts a leg between yours, pushing forward with his hips to guide yours apart.  He fits there perfectly, pressing his body against yours.  Your breath catches.   “You can trust me,” he says, and somehow that gets you going more than any sexy come-on.

You trust him more than anyone.  You did not hesitate coming to him with an embarrassing story.  You ran to him before anyone else.  You always seek him out first.

You know you are safe in his hands. 

“Do whatever you want with me,” you say.  You never make that sort of offer, but it feels so natural here and now.  With him.  “I’m yours.”

“Whatever I want?” he says, his smile big and dimples deep.   He leans down, kissing your cheek then under your jaw.  When he kisses your throat, it is hot, open-mouthed kiss, all teeth and tongue.  It sends sparks shooting down your whole body, your hips bucking.  He is strong, the weight of him between your legs pinning you to the mattress.  You feel him, firm, hard, his whole body riding the rhythm of yours.  

He has not even undone a single button. 

“Whatever I want,” he repeats.  “That’s a big offer.” 

His hands, those gorgeous hands that had you captivated, slide up your thighs and under your skirt.  He stares down into your face while lifting the material, leaving a trail of goosebumps all the way up your thighs.  You feel yourself clench, a sharp pulse of need in your core.  Your body is thoughtless in its hunger and it feels so good to give into it. 

“Sometimes,” he says, “all I think about this… nothing extreme… just you like this… just us together…”

Every breath of a phrase is punctuated with a kiss, down your chest, your stomach, your thighs.  You are not expecting him to kiss you through your underwear, your hips bucking when he opens his mouth and ravishes you regardless of the barrier.  When you have soaked through the flimsy material, he finally hooks his pinkies into the fabric and tugs it down. 

You do not have time to be shy, just desperate to get them off.  He pushes your thighs back, folding you in half, then goes back to eating your pussy like he has all the time in the world, like there is no where he would rather be.  Your legs shake, your toes curling, body held firmly in his capable hands as he licks you hungrily. 

“Jeongin,” you gasp. 

“You taste like heaven,” is his reply. 

It is so cheesy but it makes you laugh, a happy sound that rumbles in your chest, that couples with pleasure and leaves your whole body singing.  You feel like you could float away. 

You are pliant, soft and malleable in his hands.  He really can do anything with you.  It does not scare you one bit.  You trust him, following his direction when he rolls you onto your side.  You gasp at his hand sliding under your shirt, squeezing your breasts, finding every sensitive nerve as he feels you up. 

“Don’t think,” he says, one arm around your chest and the other sliding down between your legs.  “Just feel, okay?” 

“Mmm,” is your only reply. 

You are so ready for him, wound up from his dirty kisses, taut with tension.  By the time those long fingers are inside you, it feels like completion rather than intrusion.  He fits like he belongs there, curling his fingers against places you never knew were sensitive.  It is like your body gives way, revealing all your secrets to his searching touch. 

“That’s it,” he says when your breathing gets erratic. 

You did not even realize he had found somewhere extra sensitive, not until he is already fucking it slowly.  By the time you realize just how soft you are there, it is too late to brace yourself.  He adds another finger and your body tightens around him.  Your eyes close and you see stars, gasping and rocking and almost crying at the dizzying swirl of sensation. 

“Oh, Jeongin,” you say.  His name is all you say for another minute.  It is the sound on your lips when he moves you, when he turns his hand just slightly, when the new angle sets off a chain reaction of feeling.  You cry out, clenching sporadically around his rapidly moving fingers.  You yank a corner of the bedspread right off the mattress.

Your orgasm seems to go on forever, pulsing and aching and clenching.  Your whole body feels boneless by the time it settles and he slips his fingers free. 

“Oops,” he says, adjusting his skewed glasses with his clean hand.  “Should��ve put a towel down after all.” 

You look down and whimper at the obvious wetness on his bedsheets.   You would apologize but he does not look sorry at all.  In fact, he grins, looking very satisfied with himself. 

You are in a state of utter disarray and he is still fully clothed, having shattered your world with just one hand.  It makes you laugh, giddy. 

Your arms finally drop.  Though it takes a minute, you find a little strength and push yourself up.  He is smiling when you climb into his lap.  He even winks at you when he puts his wet fingers in his mouth. 

You open your mouth too.  You hold his gaze while he puts his fingers in your mouth, his breath catching when you suck them eagerly. 

“I want something more,” you say. 

“Do whatever you want with me,” he echoes your words back to you.  “I’m yours.” 

He is right about the simplest fantasy making for a wonderous reality.  There are no expectations of any over-the-top actions; it is enough it is you and him, together.   Clothing ends up scattered around his room, then you are in his lap and he is holding your waist, and you are holding the bars behind his head as you ride him where he sits against the headboard. 

His glasses get askew but you fix them, laughing against his smile before kissing him again.   It is for nothing because they fall off a second later, when he grabs you and moves, putting you on your back to fuck you at another angle.  He slides a hand between you, rubbing at you, working you up. Your head falls back, your whole body tingling with the approach of another orgasm. 

“Yes, yes,” he says, no doubt feeling you get tight around him.  It is his moaning that sets you off, your legs around his hips, pulling him in close as you come together. 

He kisses all over your face, both of you laughing when he slightly misses your lips.  You find his glasses and put them back on him, meeting his re-focussed gaze and smiling. 

“Was that an okay demonstration?” he teases.  “Like I said, I’m not very good at drawing.” 

“Maybe so,” you tease back, running your fingers through his hair.  “I might need another one.  Just to be sure.” 

“Just to be sure,” he says, nodding very sagely.  “Good idea.  Maybe after that, I’ll take you out to dinner.  Then we better come back here and try again.”

“Just to be sure,” you say. 

“Just to be sure,” he agrees. 

You are already smiling when he kisses you. 

You have never been more sure about anything in your life. 

[b4si1wh0]

From what I can tell, I can classify the mysteries so far into 5 main mysteries:

The Mrs Flood Mystery

The Susan Twist Mystery

The Mystery of The One Who Waits

The Mystery of Ruby Sunday’s Mother(??) Parent

The Mystery of Ruby Sunday

And here are my thoughts and theories on each of them (as well as fourth-wall breaks, and theories I do not like):

Mrs Flood:

She is Susan. I believe that ‘Susan’ Twist is a red herring, and Susan deserves her return. The fact that Ruby mentioned that she would be living in her time makes me even more sure, especially considering Ruby’s tendency to make things ‘happen’ - Strictly, Star Trek - more on that later.

She is River Song. A huge jump in likelihood, because I do believe her story is over, but you never know, and I don’t think I would be complaining about her return particularly. We don’t know Mrs Flood’s first name, which might be for a reason. Melody Pond, River Song and then xxxx Flood.

She is the One Who Waits. I’m going to probably say this about everyone but… idk what else to say. sHe’S tHe RaNi!!!11!!

Susan Twist:

She is the One Who Waits/part of the Pantheon of Gods. It just seems likely.

She is Ruby/Ruby’s mother. Seems the least likely, but in that case it would be a situation of ‘watching over’ Ruby in a way, but Susan Twist looks nothing like Ruby, so very unlikely.

She is no one/a spy. This works well for my first point regarding Ruby’s parent, but I think she might be a spy for The Trickster to keep an eye on the Doctor/Ruby. They could also be the same thing as the ‘Bad Wolf’, ‘Torchwood’ and ‘Vote Saxon’ - they don’t make sense until the finale, she might not make sense until the finale.

The One Who Waits:

Obviously one of the pantheon of Gods - I do believe the most powerful.

Probably Ruby’s mother, or someone related to Ruby.

We don’t know who they are yet. Some new guy. Hoping any one of these.

Ruby’s Parent:

THE TRICKSTER FROM THE SARAH JANE ADVENTURES! The hood and cloak are the same, the desolate London is so similar and the theme when Maria has The Trickster’s box in her bed and when Ruby was hoisted into the air is the same - please just search on youtube, it will probably be there. Plus, The Trickster would work well with the Pantheon of Gods - the Gods of CHAOS - what The Trickster thrives on.

A powerful being from the Gods of Chaos - an evil thing, the One Who Waits.

Someone the Doctor may recognise - though I doubt it somehow.

Ruby:

The daughter of one of the Gods of Chaos - you cannot deny her powers, in terms of the snow, mentioning things and then they exist - she mentions the Butterfly Effect- it happens. She mentions Star Trek in Space Babies, and the crew are dressed in uniforms eerily similar to the Star Trek ones. She mentions Strictly - who come but Johannes and Shirley from Strictly.

A supernatural entity - like a changeling, or something like that. The DNA scan said she was human, but it was only 70% done - that might be foreshadowing something - in terms that she is not human. In The Wild Blue Yonder, The Doctor let superstition come in - maybe he also let Ruby in.

A bad guy. One of the Gods of Chaos, the One Who Waits. Getting close to The Doctor all this time… maybe this won’t even be revealed until series 15. That would be great in my opinion honestly!

The last episode - ‘The Legend of Ruby Sunday’ makes me believe that she is older than she is. It is not the story, it is the legend - the Google definition being ‘a traditional story sometimes popularly regarded as historical but not authenticated. Not a word being used for a 19-year-old girl from Manchester, methinks.

Fourth-wall breaks: The Legend of Ruby Sunday seems to be based on a TV show - now we get to the ‘Doctor Who’ is a TV show in ‘Doctor Who’ - e.g. The Doctor can hear the non-diegetic music. I think this is a great idea. (I have written a fan-fiction about this 2 years ago hehe).

I DO NOT think these theories are true: 

The Doctor is Ruby’s parent. Nope. Too obvious, lazy and just plain weird.

Ruby is Ruby’s parent?? Weird and impossible. Very very timey-wimey.

The Master is returning - I don’t think they are this series - keep in mind that we only last saw them 6 episodes as of now (after Boom - not counting The Tooth).

THANK YOU READING IF YOU’VE READ ALL OF THIS!!!

[violetswritingg]

Thunderstruck

Tyler Owens x OFC!

Description: When cowgirl meets cowboy after a year of no-contact and chaos ensues during storm season!

Rating: M (Mentions of blood and death in Tornadoes and storms alike, angst and loss of loved ones, car accidents, Tornado aftermath, and injury to characters, slight age gap (5 years))

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A/N: Wowza, I got a little carried away hehe. Over 5,000 words in this bad boy. Enjoy the angstttttt

6

May 2011

Oklahoma

It was an overcast spring day, perfect for storm chasing. Perfect for putting his newly acquired skills to work and chasing the thing he had been fascinated with and terrified of since he was eight. Tyler, his truck, and a few friends, that was their team. For now.

He liked the look of the clouds as the wind started to pick up. The rest stop had been swarmed with other chasers armed to the teeth with cameras and the anticipation of a storm brewing.

“He’s here! He’s here! I saw him a mile down the road!” A random chaser screamed out his truck window as he sped into the lot and skid to a stop in a space not too far from Tyler. He instantly perked up, confused, but excited.

That’s when he heard the roar of the engine he had listened to for years.

“No way.” He breathed as he rounded the end of his vehicle, eyes on the turn in along with everyone else in the lot. Cheering had already started before the Warlock had even pulled in, the crowd parting like the red sea. Tyler’s jaw fell to the floor as he watched – in person – the doors fly up and out stepped Nathan St. James in all his blue jean, flannelled glory. His smile was infectious as he waved at the crowd, only to get a cheer  and claps on his shoulder from all his buddies around him, earning a laugh from him.

It took a second for Tyler to recognize the movement from the other side of the Warlock, a small head popping out just over the roof. Messy blonde curls flying as a girl, no older than 13 appeared and waved. Earning shouts of “Rocket!” and more cheers. Her grin was a mirror of her father’s.

He was 18 and his mom almost said no when he told her he was coming out here.

She hopped down all on her own and stepped around the back, her dad meeting her with a tablet in hand, a member of his crew holding up a camera, red light blinking as Nathan talked through something he was seeing on the radar. Riley chiming in helpfully with what she saw. Nathan chuckling and messing up her hair. His daughter glared up at him and huffed. Rolling her eyes and walking out of the shot, instead heading over to the driver’s side of the Warlock. Stepping up onto the edge of the open doorway, grabbing the joint of the wing door and pulling herself up, someone coming along and giving her a small boost. She grinned down at the older man with his salt-pepper hair. They fist bumped and Riley settled. Cross legged as she started to tune the spinning sensor on top of the Warlock. No one blinking an eye.

He had seen her in videos but seeing such a small girl move around such a large vehicle so easily was jarring to see in real life. It showed how much she had done with her dad. Tyler had unknowingly gotten closer, his deep desire to meet his hero pulling him towards the ultimate chasing vehicle he had always wanted to sit in. To drive. So close he could hear the chirp Nathan pushed out between his teeth his eyes locking onto Riley’s, the girl scooting forward and sliding down the windshield. Using it like a slide as her feet landed with a thud on the concrete sidewalk lining the walkway of the ground floor rooms.

Her dad lifted the hood and Riley cuddled up next to him, bright grin on her face as she giggled through the pop quiz her dad was giving her. Pointing to pieces and looking to her to tell him what they were, her voice was carried over the low rumble of chaser chatter and the natural chaos the community seemed to radiate.

When Tyler made it past the big black hood-shield, he felt his eyes widen as he watched Riley stick almost her whole body into the engine with some electrical tape on her fingers. Her dad was listening intently to the guy next to him as he held up another tablet with another set of data Tyler couldn’t read from where he was.

“Holy shit.”

Three heads whipped over to him and Tyler could feel himself flush, eyes going wide as he met the kind gaze of his hero, darting to the frown on the girl’s face, matching eyes looking at him like he was dirt on her shoe.

“Who’re you?” Her nose wrinkled up and Tyler felt like he wanted to cry.

“Riley! Manners!” The father laid his solid hand on his daughter’s thin shoulder, a scolding tone painting his words and clouding his eyes as he frowned at the girl. The blonde curled into herself as she avoided her dad’s eyes. Muttering an apology under her breath before focusing on the Warlock again, her dad just puffed out a chuckle, his affection still clear even through his mild annoyance, “I am so sorry for her, she’s got an elevated sense of importance, my guys just fan her ego, I can’t stop it. Nathan, haven’t seen you around, first chase season?” Nathan held out his hand, as his eyes met Tyler’s and the eighteen-year-old was still in shock. His hand finding the man’s and nodding as he swallowed.

“Tyler. Tyler Owens. Meteorology major, U of A, big fan – massive fan really, you’re kind of my hero.” Tyler was screaming in his head to shut up, to seal his mouth shut so he could stop making himself look like a fool in front of Nathan fucking St. James and his tween daughter.

“He hears that a lot.” Riley’s voice pinged around the engine, and she glanced at the older male out of the corner of her eye.

“Ignore her, she’s just upset that no one’s ever told her that before, bit of a sore loser this one is.” Nathan chuckled and reached back. Throwing his arm around Riley’s neck and shaking her. Earning groans from the girl as she yelped and pushed him away.

“You almost made me tear out the radiator line!”

“What?!” Nathan was at his daughter’s side in an instant, “Why were you messing with the radiator line?!”

“Um…” Riley trailed off, looking up at her dad with her big blue eyes, fluttering her lashes, “Learning experience?”

“You are gonna kill me one of these days kid.” Nathan groaned, head tilted back for a second before his chin fell forward and dipped down to his chest. He looked back up to Tyler and waved him over, “Wanna see?” He pointed to the engine.

“F-Hell yes.” Tyler censored himself at the last second. Earning a scoff from the thirteen-year-old behind her dad.

“I’ve heard the word Fuck before. I’m not a kid.”

“Language!” Nathan whipped around, flicking his daughter on the forehead. Earning a yelp from the girl, her oil smudged hand coming up to hold her head where the impact had occurred.

“Dad!”

“Eh?” The older man raised an eyebrow at the challenge in Riley’s eyes. Matching blue orbs narrowing until laughter burst their little bubble.

Tyler hunched over, his own adrenaline from meeting Nathan and his genuine amusement mixing in an unstoppable fashion. Nathan was the first one to break, his grin triggering Riley’s, her giggles bursting out and causing Nathan to erupt. His arms wrapped around his kid, and he tossed her over his shoulder.

Tyler watched with a smile as Nathan deposited Riely on his other side, motioning for Tyler to sidle up where Riley had once been to get the best view.

Tyler and the girl meeting eyes, her giving him a small grin before starting to point out all the different components and laughing when he freaked out over the spikes just poking out from under the car. The way he was reacting to her made her feel important, like what she was saying actually deserved to be heard and not just cooed at. Going as far as to explain all the custom stuff until she had to look to her dad.

It was a good start to her first official storm season in tornado alley. Tyler would say the same about his too.  

~~*~~~

May 2013

Oklahoma

Tornado Alley, near El Reno

“Come on! Time to go!” Nathan called his daughter, a storm system that his team was tracking about ten miles away seen in the distance. Just far enough Nathan felt comfortable bringing his world out in a much less storm proof vehicle this time around. He kept his focus split, but heavily leaning toward the image of his daughter, hood up and barely protecting her face from the falling droplets that had started to intensify.

Her plastic covered camera in hand as she freaked out about the shelf cloud the trailed-out miles to the east glowed a frosty, illuminous blue due to the hail it was producing. Promising a strong storm, or a very anticlimactic chase.

“Isn’t it just the most perfect, beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?!” Her shutter was continually going off and her father chuckled at his daughter. Eyes warm in the chilled spring shower as he took in the sight before him, quickly pulling out his phone and capturing it, sending it to Tyler with a lightening emoji.

“One of em’ yeah!” Nathan walked up to his daughter, smiling down at her and pressing a kiss to the top of her rain-soaked head.

The radar had been weird a little earlier but the cap on this storm was a little too strong to break in Nathan’s opinion. Hence why he thought it was safe to indulge in his daughter’s love of chaos that he had instilled in her. Two sides of the same coin and happy as a clam. He couldn’t be happier than right now. His smile soft as his daughter, dark blonde hair plastered to her forehead and sides of her face. Her camera wrapped in protective plastic around her neck, now resting against her stomach.

Riley was quick, turning and grabbing her dad’s hands, checking the road before pulling him into the middle of it and pulling him to dance. He trips and stumbles and she laughed, their smiles wider than a mile.

Riley tried to make him spin but couldn’t reach over his head and had to jump, Nathan spun her next, around and in. The father-daughter pair were still laughing as they hugged in the middle of the street, soaked to the bone. Both sets of clear sky eyes look at the grey clouds piled high before them and promising more rain and probably some lightning and thunder. It was closer to them now, the wind changing direction as the scent in the air changed. They both noticed it, the hairs on the back of their necks tingled and they slowly pulled apart. Standing shoulder to shoulder. The clouds started to move in a direction that sent a chill down both of their spines and a tornado siren started to ring out, their phones pinging.

“Get in the truck. Now.” 

Riley wasted no time and sprinted for the truck. Nathan made sure she was in and buckled up before he floored it. Reversing as best he could as the rain picked up and ice slush started to come down, the precursor to hale, as the rotation of the storm created a massive wedge.

Angry grey and black streams of air swirled down, down, down, until they touched the ground. Made contact and swelled in size right before Nathan and Riley’s eyes.

“Dad…” Riley’s voice trembled, her hands shook over the grip she hand on the belt across her chest.

“I got you baby. I got it.” Nathan didn’t know how he was keeping his composure right now. They didn’t have their radar or their equipment or their team or even a goddamn radio. They were on their own and in the direct path of the tornado that was more than a mile wide. And then everything happens all at once.

The tornado got stronger, started moving faster, bigger and bigger pieces of debris came at them and her dad did the best he could to swerve out of their way. They both look at each other as multiple vortices pop out of the tornado and disappear again, breaking off and reforming. Her dad pressed the pedal down as far as he could. Turning the truck right way round and pushing it to go faster as golf-ball sized hail started to pound down. The truck was not storm proofed and that was why there was genuine fear racing through Nathan’s veins right now, he got rid of it though. Steeling his expression and his resolve when he saw the terror on his daughter’s face. 

“I got you Riley, just breathe. It’s all going to be okay.” He promised and then he yanked the wheel to the left and punched the engine again, going down for about a mile and taking a right only to jump on another left turn. Going east like bats out of hell. Riley turned to look out the back window and gasped in a breath of relief, seemingly out of the path now. She pulls out her phone and starts filming just as it stops. In the middle of the road, like a chicken still making up its mind if it really wanted to cross.

Riley saw something fly past and over the truck, ducking with a scream. Her dad cursed, calling out her name.

“We have to go!” Riley screamed, “Back back back!”

 She knew these roads like the back of her hand at this point. After so many storm seasons out in the plains. Her head kept jumping back and forth between the back window and the windshield. “Left right here! Right here!” She yelled and the back tires of her dad’s pick up slid in the mud. Windshield started to crack as the hail grew. The sky was black and swirling in a path of destruction right behind them and was swelling up once again, enough to feel the winds pulling at his truck and his foot was all the way down. When the truck seemed to stop moving her dad looked at her and she was already looking at him.

Tears in her eyes as her dad just smiled, unconditional love and devastation in his eyes. They both know what’s about to happen. Letting go of the steering wheel and pulling her to him across the beach seat. Pushing her down and covering her with his body. “I got you Riley. You’re gonna be okay! Just hold on!”

“Daddy!” She screamed as she felt the truck go flying. 

And then everything goes black.

~~*~~

She wakes up in complete darkness.

Everything hurt, aches panged through every inch of skin and bone. Her head pounded; she couldn’t think.

And then the way her breathing seemed restricted caught up to her and a heavy wheeze left her lips, the limp weight of someone on top of her and keeping her folded over not comfortable in the slightest. The smell hit her next.

Iron, metallic something, diesel, storm, but dusty, stale. She coughed and it felt like her lungs were being stabbed.

And then it hit her.

“D-dad.” She coughed, gagging at the wave of pure pain rolling through her body, “Daddy, wake up. I'm scared."

Silence.

“Dad?” her eyes started to sting, “Dad, please.” She begged, a sob ripping from her throat and causing another gag as it jolted her ribs. She sputtered but recovered, breathing as deeply as she could and letting out a scream. The best she could do.

She did that for what felt like hours.

“Hold on! Almost there!” She heard voices calling as small streams of light started to cut through the pitch black. Rubble and debris shifting, until there’s too much light and it hurts her eyes. Effectively blinding her as she takes the hand offered to her through the broken window of the truck. “Come on, I gotcha. I gotcha. You’re okay. Just breathe.”

“Ty-ler?” She coughed, eyes squinted and barely able to make out the blurry figure in front of her, as she was placed on the ground, “Ty, my dad, my dad.” She couldn’t stop coughing, until her hands came away speckled with blood.

“Shit. Fuck.”

“It’s Rocket!”

“Where’s Nathan?!”

“Nathan!”

Riley tries to stand to see the commotion, but Tyler blocks her. Catching her when her legs gave out, she tried to fight against him but everything hurt too much and all she wanted was her dad.

“Dad! Dad!” She cried, hands helplessly batting at the arms Tyler held around her like steel cables. Reaching up and forcing her face into his chest when screams filled the air, cries of grief, and shouts of your dad’s name. Tyler’s silent tears streamed down his face as he fixed his jaw to keep it all contained, for Riley.

“I’m so sorry.” He forced out, voice on the verge of breaking.

“No.” Riley wailed, “Dad!” Tyler was forced to give her to the paramedics, she was fighting them and Tyler restrains her and she sobs for the whole community to see. “No!”

“Close your eyes!” Tyler blocked her line of sight to the gruesome scene, “He wouldn’t want you to see him like that. Remember him as you always have.” Tyler held Riley’s face in his hands. Pushing away the pink tinged, sticky strands from her face as she completely crumpled.

~~*~~

August 2013

Arkansas

“He would hate this.” Riley muttered under her breath, taking in the house full of people dressed all in black.

“Oh yeah. No doubt.” Tyler’s voice lightheartedly agreed, but he was off. Everyone was.

That’s what happens when people die, she guessed.

Everything is just a little off after.

Her and Tyler had faded back into silence, Riley only coming back to reality when approached by yet another old friend/colleague/long lost relative to give her their apologies. As if they would bring her dad back to life.

If only.

“Where is she?!” A voice squawked from outside but was loud enough to be heard from the living room. The front door was propped open so people could come and go.

Riley frowned and stood; Tyler followed her a step behind. He had been like that since he pulled her out of that truck, which looked more like a crushed soda can after the tornado was done with it. When she got to the door it took her a second to recognize the woman before her. But it clicked.

“Mom?” Riley’s shock and confusion were the only emotions he had seen or heard her allow herself to emote for the last couple of weeks. The sky was a cloudy grey this August day in Arkansas and it made it just that much more difficult to breathe.

“Oh my baby!” Her mother wailed and rushed to Riley, the fifteen-year-old jerked back like she had been threatened with a punch not a hug.

“What are you doing here?” Riley snapped, crossing her arms over her chest and stepping farther into the house she would now be forced to share with her dad’s sister. Angela. She was a bitch.

Riley also had never met her before two weeks ago, yeah.

“I’m here to support my daughter in her time of need.” Her mother placed her hands over her chest, batting her lashes sickeningly. Riley just let out a deep sigh and shook her head, but Tyler could feel the rage that had been boiling beneath the surface start to crackle against her skin.

“How dare you.”

“Excuse me?” The older woman scoffed, the look of compassion in her eyes melting away to something crueler. Something harsher. Her love disappearing. All that was left was a stranger with deep brown eyes, and blonde hair curled to perfection, manicured nails, and expensive shoes. The complete opposite of the girl before her.

“How dare you come here, today of all day, and try to make this about you. Try to make my dad’s dying about you- you narcissistic piece of shit. You are not my mother; I don’t have a mother. Now leave. And If you ever show your disgusting face here ever again, I’ll get my dad’s 5 gauge and shoot you for trespassing on our property.” Riley grit, her eyes spelling murder and she didn’t look like a kid anymore. The spark was gone. It broke Tyler’s heart. It made him angry.

It made him miss Nathan even more. If he was still here this would be happening.

“Well, I never!”

“Leave!” Riley exploded, “For fucks sake just go! Run away! That’s what you’re good at yeah?! Just fucking leave! Give up when it get's hard!”

The girl was heaving, chest unable to expand far enough to replenish her breathe, hand pointed off in a random direction.

“I couldn’t less of a shit where you go, but you can’t stay here.” Riley deflated and she felt her eyes prickle, shaking her head at the woman standing in front of her. Until she left.

It didn’t take long, only another minute or two. And Juliette was gone quicker than she had showed up with tracked for her. But when her stupid fancy car had turned off the property line Riley let out a really long breathe. Placing a hand on the doorway beside her, eyes far away before screwing shut.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Tyler whispered, pulling her to the side, away from the small crowd that had formed behind her at the doorway. “Look at me.” Riley’s eyes floated up and met Tyler’s, “Good job, just breathe. In and out. You’re okay. I’m right here.” He pulled her into his chest and whispered soothingly into her hair. Tyler’s eyes meeting Jo’s as the blonde woman stepped into the thick of the crowd and pushed out onto the porch.

The woman watching with heart break painted on her face. Watching as Riley’s hands shook on their way to the back of Tyler’s jacket, twisting into the fabric of his suit, the dam breaking. Loud, ugly, heart-breaking, earth-shattering sobs left the girl’s lips and Tyler could barely stop his own tears. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t keep doing this. Not when his own heart was breaking itself apart too.

Jo stepped forward, seeing Tyler’s own struggles and taking Riley from him, the girl only clinging on tighter when she felt the weight of a hand on her shoulder. Tension draining when her aunt Jo’s voice entered her ears and Riley let the woman pull her away. The older blonder holding the girl to her neck with an arm around her shoulders. The other running up and down the girl’s arm. Whispering into her ear soothing nothings. Her own emotions were all over the place as well, Nathan may not have been her blood but he was family, without him Riley wouldn’t be here and Jo couldn’t imagine them both being gone. It made her throat close up, it was too much but the woman had seen her fair share of funerals of old colleges in the last couple of months but it never got easier. Her and Bill holding each other a little closer every night.

They had almost chased that storm. It was a wake up call.

Riley wasn’t really calm, more like she exhausted herself and couldn’t hold herself up anymore. Tyler swept up her feet from under her and carried her upstairs when she sagged in Jo’s arms. Ignoring the pitying looks that got sent their way, Jo shuffling people back into the house, and into the living room.

Entering her childhood bedroom was weird. He hadn’t ever been in it before; he never had any reason to be. Never wanted to. The cream-colored walls covered in band posters and picture frames. String lights around her ceiling and polaroids taped to the hanging mirror on the door to what he assumed to be her closet. Slightly messy but everything had a place. Everything was more or less contained, the messiest thing being her desk next to her door, papers and charts scattered over the sturdy wood that had once belonged to Nathan. The sage green comforter on her bed gave way to lilac sheets as he gently placed her in bed and pulled off her shoes before pulling up the covers and letting her rest.

He sighed as he sat down next to her and her wet eyes tracked his every movement, starting to droop. The bright blue tired and blood-shot, glowing like lamp posts in a parking lot. It was like looking at a ghost, the normal spark of joy and mischief that was normally found in her gaze was gone. Her heart now covered with scars no kid should have to carry at 15. At 18. At 20.

Her hand found his, she, even knowing him for a couple years now, hadn’t ever been too physically close to him. The age difference was awkward sometimes, not to say she avoided him like the plague or he avoided her. It just wasn’t common.

Not like her and her dad’s affection, the two always laughing about one thing or another when together. Riley looking at Nathan like he hung the moon and all the stars, it had been well documented. Many a video dedicated to how great of a father Nathan St. James was. And now he was gone.

Only living a town over making it possible for his relationship with Nathan to grow the way it had, as he left the rodeo and focused more on school his sophomore year after a bad ride, was the happiest coincidence that had ever happened to Tyler. Until now.

Now it felt like the world would never be okay again without the man around.

He couldn’t even fathom what the girl in front of him was feeling.

“Can you stay?” Riley’s eyes were once again filled with tears as her breath shuttered, her grip in his hand clammy and getting tighter by the second.

Looking at her all he could see was Nathan.

“Y-Yeah. I can stay.” He breathed and turned over his hand, letting Riley lace their fingers together. Not once complaining or making a sound as Riley’s breathing evened out and her eyes slid shut.

~~*~~

Late August 2013

Arkansas

Tyler crept slowly through the downstairs of the St. James owned farmhouse, his duffle bag slung over his shoulder. His backpack in his other hand as he passed the staircase and stopped at the front door.

His head bowed forward, and he leaned his forehead against the cold wood, puffing out a breath. His guilt eating him alive, twisting up his insides into a big knot that refused to go away.  

Tyler had stuck around, like he promised he would, and it killed him. Sleeping in the guest room on the ground floor and the last day or two he had taken to helping take care of stuff around the property that Nathan had been saying he would do for months, and that Riley wouldn’t be able to do on her own. Her aunt all but disappearing as soon as she got access to the property and Nathan’s accounts a couple days after the funeral. Everything the man had put away for Riley was safe, though that didn’t stop her aunt from trying to access that too.

The woman was one of the worst people Tyler had ever met. But he had a time limit on how long he could stay. Riley had been sticking close to him and he could see her trying to latch onto the only person here. Her Aunt jo stuck in Oklahoma until the end of the month due to work and with finding out she was pregnant a couple days after the funeral had sent everything into a frenzy. He only had two days until he went back to school. He had to go.

But he couldn’t stand looking in Riley’s eyes and telling her that to her face. He couldn’t watch her cry again. She had been shut up in her room for most hours of the day, only coming down when there was food or if she had a nightmare. Tyler would hear her in the kitchen, getting water, every night. He would get up and watch movies with her on the living room couch until she passed out again. Carrying her back to bed and repeating the process over again the next night.

“You’re leavin'.” A small voice pitched up from behind him. Tyler jerked, not expecting to get caught.

“Riley, Jesus Christ, you can’t scare a guy like that.” He pushed out a chuckle, but it died when he looked up and met the eyes of the girl staring him down. She looked worse for wear, bags under her eyes and her hair thrown into a frizzy ponytail. Her whole being swallowed by one of her dad’s old sweatshirts, even though it was August in Arkansas and it was 75 degrees outside, even at one in the morning.

“Uh, yeah.” He couldn’t lie to her. But the way she seemed to look right past him when his words sunk in had his heart hurting. “Not forever, I’ll be back.”

“When?” Riley asked immediately, her shoulders’ seeming to relax and stretch as she pulled her ankles closer to her on her perch. The top stair giving her the best vantage point, she also couldn’t bring herself to go any further.

“Real soon. I promise. I got school, you know how it is, you’ll be starting soon too, and the time will fly by and before you can even think about it I’ll be here. Okay?” Tyler set his duffle and backpack down at the bottom of the stairs, climbing up on his hands and knees before depositing his much larger body next to the small girl next to him.

“Can I call you?” Riley asked, her covered hands wringing together in front of her legs.

“Yeah, anytime. If you need me, I’m there.” He knocked his shoulder against hers and she looked up at him. Her eyes drilled into his, darting back and forth as she tried to read him.

“U of A is hours away.” Riley breathed.

“And I’d drive it if you needed me. At the drop of a hat.” She was a good kid, and Nathan would be rolling in his grave right now if he saw the situation his whole world was going through. Alone.

“Really?”

“Yeah. You bet.” He breathed, pulling on her ponytail lightly, earning an annoyed grunt from the girl. But the ghost of the smile on her face was worth her push. He catches himself, groaning and holding his shoulder. Riley just shook her head and leaned her head down onto her knees, everything under her nose covered by camo printed fabric that had seen better days.

“Okay.” She breathed, doubt shining in her red eyes and Tyler pulled the girl into a short side hug.

“It’s gonna be okay. Eventually.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Riley’s temple fell to his shoulder for a second, her breathing easy. But she was stiff. Tyler knew why. She didn’t believe him, but wanted to.

Riley watched him leave, the door clicking shut behind him. A shaky breathe leaving her lungs when the silence of the house settled in. Eyes never leaving the front door.

~~*~~

A/N: so how did we like itttttttt? Expect more movie plot in the next chapter. It's gonna be rough lol. I'm really living up to the Sadist nickname my editor gave me and I wouldn't have it any other way hehehehe.

[shinra-agent-phoenix]

Test Results

Begrudgingly, Phoenix had done the DNA test. Then…he got the results.

“Trucy Wright: Parents:

Thalassa Gramarye

Shadi Enigmar

Apollo Justice: Parents:

Thalassa Gramarye

Jove Justice”

Phoenix stared at the screen. Shadi Enigmar was Zak Gramarye's real name. Zak Gramarye was a stage name. But that wasn't important. Apollo and Trucy. They were siblings. He called Kristoph. He needed to meet with Apollo.

Apollo woke up to a phone call.

“Hello Apollo. I know today is your day off, however, Mr. Wright wants to speak with you. Please come down to the off-” Kristoph was cut off by Apollo.

“MR WRIGHT!? I'M ON MY WAY!” Apollo yelled, throwing clothes on and running out to the offices.

Inside the office, Phoenix, Kristoph, and Trucy were sitting around.

“I'M HERE HELLO MR. WRIGHT I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU AGAIN YOU'RE SO AMAZING!” Apollo yelled.

“Oh uh. Hey…” Phoenix said, taken aback. “Apollo, I have something I need to tell you.”

“Huh? What is it?” Apollo asked.

“So Trucy asked me to do a DNA test she said you suggested she do. And I got the results. You two have different fathers. However, you have the same mother. Thalassa Gramarye.” Phoenix said.

Apollo and Trucy were shocked. What do you even say to that.

“So that means Apollo is my brother?” Trucy asked.

“I have a sister…” Apollo muttered. He grabbed Trucy and spun her around. “I HAVE A SISTER! I GOTTA TELL CLAY!” He yelled.

“Hehe!” Trucy laughed. “Daddy! Can Polly watch me today?”

“Polly?!” Apollo said.

“Yeah! It's like Apollo, but short and cute!” Trucy said.

“But it's a girls’ name!” Apollo whined.

“Too bad! Polly Polly Polly Polly!” Trucy said.

Phoenix thought. Apollo lived at Morning Glory Orphanage, which was run by a Yakuza member. If anything happened to Apollo, then the Yakuza would be angry. Trucy would be safe with him.

“Yeah, as long as Apollo let's you!” Phoenix said.

“YAY! YAY YAY YAY YAY!” Trucy said, hugging Apollo's leg.

“Wha- HEY! Argh. Alright. I'll watch you. Come on.” Apollo said.

He and Trucy left. Apollo took out his phone.

“Hey Clay. You're not gonna believe this…”

“A SISTER!?” Clay said. He, Apollo, and Trucy were outside the train station.

“Yup.” Apollo said as Trucy hung from his arm.

“Hehe! I'm Trucy!” She said, bounding over to Clay.

“Hi Trucy! I'm Clay!” Clay introduced.

“Daddy said you guys can watch me today!” Trucy said.

“Wha-” Clay said.

“Yeah. So where should we go?” Apollo asked.

“Maybe we get some food and then head over to arcade?” Clay asked.

“Sounds like a plan!” Trucy yelled.

At the Shinra base, Phoenix put the DNA that was recognized as Shadi's from Trucy's hair into the computer.

“Checking last known location of DNA…” it said.

Of course the last place was the courthouse. But it would automatically update. Phoenix was one step closer to finding the truth.

At Smile Burger, the kids finished eating and walked to Club SEGA. Apollo smiled. A sister. A little sister. Who would have thought. Well not him. But she was adorable. And after the…incident…in Kurain, maybe she needed a big brother.

Or maybe he needed a little sister

Upon reaching club SEGA, Trucy saw something.

“THEY HAVE DARKSTALKERS!” Trucy yelled, bounding to the arcade cabinet. The boys followed.

“Oh I know this game. I tend to play BB Hood.” Clay said.

“WHAT!? NOT HER!” Trucy said.

“Then who would you play?” Clay asked.

“Morrigan!” Trucy said. She selected her character.

Clay chose his.

The fight began.

“DIE YOU PSYCHO RED RIDING HOOD!” Trucy yelled while button mashing. She continued to spew insults towards B B Hood.

“Why do you hate her so much!?” Apollo asked. Trucy couldn't reveal the real reason why she hated B.B Hood, nor why she liked Morrigan. That would reveal Shinra's existence. So instead she said.

“She's EVIL! SHE HAS TO BE STOPPED! HELP ME POLLY!” Trucy screamed. Apollo quickly started to help her.

“Hahaha! You fools think you can defeat me?” Clay said in a super villain voice.

“POLLY CLAY'S BEEN BRAINWASHED!” Trucy yelled.

“Huh!?” Apollo was confused.

“WE NEED TO KILL B.B HOOD TO SAVE HIM!” Trucy screamed as the match continued. Clay did an evil laugh. Honestly he was having fun seeing her reactions. Might as well play along with the brainwashing bit.

“A…poll…o?” He said, faking fighting through brainwashing.

“Oh um. Don't worry Clay! We'll save…you?” Apollo said, a little embarrassed.

“YEAH! HOLD ON! FIGHT IT!” Trucy shouted as she started to win the fight. Morrigan had almost beaten her opponent. And victory!

“Yay! We did it!” Trucy said. But Clay decided to keep this little game up.

“Ahahaha! You may have defeated me in the game, but you have not saved your friend!” He said, posing dramatically. Trucy tried to not to giggle.

“No! Clay! You must fight it!” She said.

“Clay please the bounty hunters are evil!” Apollo yelled.

“From my point of view the Darkstalkers are evil!” Clay yelled. Apollo tried hard not to laugh.

“Well then you are lost!” Apollo finally managed to yell out.

Trucy went and asked the ticket guy for some toy swords and she gave two to Apollo and Clay.

“I'm sorry! The Clay you knew is DEAD! FAREWELL!” Clay yelled, attacking Apollo and Trucy with the foam sword.

“Please! I know you're still in there!” Trucy yelled. He stabbed her in the chest (he poked her chest with the foam sword)

She fell to the ground.

“NO! APOLLO! AVENGE ME!” She cried, before closing her eyes and sticking her tongue out, pretending to be dead.

“NOOOOOO! TRUCY!” Apollo yelled, picking her up and cradling her.

“Hahaha! How touching!” Clay said, striking a pose.

“You'll pay for that!” Apollo said. A foam sword fight began. Trucy opened her eyes to watch.

Phoenix was expecting a lot of things when he went into the arcade to get Trucy. Maybe someone saying she never came and he guessed wrong. Or her playing games with Apollo and Clay.

Definitely not her pretending to be dead while Apollo and Clay hit each other with foam swords.

Clay managed to hit Apollo's leg. He fell to the ground.

“Clay…please…remember who you are!” Apollo yelled. Clay was about to swing for his head but stopped.

“A…poll…o…you must…kill…me…its…the…only…way…” he said

“NO! THERE MUST BE ANOTHER WAY!” Apollo yelled, once more trying not to laugh.

“I am…sorry…old friend…I cannot…hold back…much longer…” Clay said. Apollo stabbed his chest. Clay fell to the ground and pretended to die.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Apollo yelled. After a pause, all three got up laughing.

Phoenix smiled at the sight.

“Hey guys.” He said.

“Daddy!” Trucy yelled.

“MR. WRIGHT!” Apollo said, running to Phoenix.

“Hi Apollo. I take it you and Trucy are getting along?” Phoenix asked.

“Can Polly watch me again sometime?” Trucy said as Phoenix held her. She flopped upside down.

“I don't see why not! Come on, we gotta head home.” Phoenix said.

The father and daughter went home

Phoenix returned home. There was a note at the house.

“I know what you are doing. Stop. I do not wish to escalate but you are beginning to force my hand. Stop before someone you care about gets hurt…”

Phoenix went pale reading it.

“Daddy? Is everything ok?” Trucy asked.

“Yeah. It's fine.” He lied. Trucy could tell, but decided not to press...

[soupbabe]

Silver Lining: Part 3

Carolyn and Maggie argue.

Didn't think I'd actually continue the series but hehe it's happening 👁️👁️ I love coming back to Silver Lining sm I hope y'all like this as much as I do <3

Warnings: Angsty, has some comfort tho so it's not that bad, Maggie is very kinda stupid this chapter lmao

Parts: One, Two

Tagging: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13

For a week Maggie has been watching over Carolyn. Her arrival has been all that she could think about. From Bo telling her that they'd be sharing a room to Carolyn throwing insults at the twins at every chance she got, Maggie's been there for all of it. Everyday the blonde will see the goth quietly seethe on her bed. Sometimes Maggie would gaze at her and wonder what she's thinking about.

Another escape plan? How long her scrapes and bruises will heal? Maybe her family is on her mind. What if she's not thinking about anything at all? Just completely dissociated from the world.

Sighing, Maggie knocks on the door to her own room. "Carolyn? It's me Maggie. I got some food for you." After a muffled "come in," Magnolia shuffled in with a salad and a bag of chips. Handing it off to her, Carolyn set the bowl on her bedside table and opted for the chips instead. "I made it all myself, thought you'd be sick of eating chips and granola bars every day." Maggie laughed half-heartedly, trying to lighten the mood. The other woman just avoided eye contact and didn't respond, choosing to open up her food instead.

At her silence, Maggie responds with a tight lipped smile. Sitting down next to Carolyn, the blonde talks once more. "Are you alright? I know it's rough adjusting here, but I promise you it gets easier." Carolyn visibly stiffens as the words hit her ears. Scowling, she spoke up. "I'm not here to get comfortable. I need to get home."

"As much as I'd like for that to happen, I don't think it will. Vince and Bo would kill you before that happens." Carolyn noticed her tone getting darker, more sorrowful. It made her raise her brow, "Why were you so adamant about letting me live, but you're giving up once I actually need to leave?" She inquired. Maggie was taken aback at what Carolyn was implying. "I'm just being realistic. I see people come in and not making it out all the time. No one here dies a peaceful death, you should still be greatful."

The goth scoffs and gets off of the bed. "Greatful for what? Basic human decency? You don't get a pat on the back for saying that killing is wrong. I thought I could trust you, I thought I found someone normal. But you're fucking sick like everyone else around here." She raises her voice and spits the last words out like venom. Maggie stands up and sizes up Carolyn, looking her up in the eye. "I ain't sick. I ain't like my brothers. Don't compare me to them!" Her fists are clenched by her sides as she takes in a deep breath.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! If you swear you're sooo much better than them then why am I still fucking here?" Carolyn narrows her eyes, fuming as she continues. "Instead of pretending to be nice and playing hero, why can't you actually be useful. Call 911, steal a car- fucking do something, Magnolia." Maggie sneered, "I consider myself plenty useful because you're not on Vincent's table right now. I've been nothing but nice to you. I keep giving you food even when you refuse to eat everything I give you, I've given you clothes, hell, I've been sleeping on the floor for days so you can be comfortable..Now I know my brothers better than you ever will, and if you try anything of that sort, I know they will try to put a bullet in through your head."

A brief silence falls between the girls and Carolyn backs away from her slowly, her brown eyes wide and looking away from Magnolia. The other's tone shifts to something more sympathetic, but stern. "I do what I can. If I do more for you then I risk losing everything I have. I never got out of here, what makes you think you can too." Carolyn takes in a deep breath, holding back tears. "I have nothing to lose. No one knows where I am and frankly I don't think they care I'm here either. All I needed was time away from other people, to be alone and at peace. And I'm not getting that here."

Blue eye's follow Carolyn's lanky figure back to her bed. Her hands stay in her lap as she avoids eye contact. Maggie's face relaxes and her tone softens fully. "...I'm sorry for lashing out like that. I understand what it's like, but I mean what I said. Leaving ain't easy. I said it all because I'm concerned about you. You don't deserve all of this." There's another moment of silence before Carolyn finally responds. She chokes out a sob as more tears begin to fall. "You can't be serious.."

Hesitantly, Maggie sits down beside her once more. The softness of her palm gently caresses her back. "If I could find a way to get us out of here, I would do it in a heartbeat. It took a good while for me to adapt to this lifestyle too. You're not alone in this." Carolyn soon leans into her touch and soon her whole body. Maggie takes her other hand and her fingers links with the other woman's deep sepia-toned fingers.

The two sit together, the only noise filling up the room was Carolyn's sobs. Maggie gazes upon her in pity, what overcomes her is an odd sense of deja vu. She's been through this before, but it's different this time around. Lester and Vincent never stayed around her for too long during her ugly moments. She frowns and holds Carolyn closely, resting her head on top of hers for as long as she needs it.

[mythiccheroacademia]

ignore, i’m just happy venting about nerdy tingz :’)

got a solid A on my biochem test. dk how tf that happened but God pulled through. now I hope it’s the same for bio bc i 100% have watched lecture since week 3💀

just found out my research team’s abstract was peer reviewed and approved and so now we’re gonna be published. it’s my first ever publication and to be my age and co author on a research article AND it’s something i’m passionate about is just skskskks it was sm work and i’m glad all the tiresome shit we had to do paid off. i’m so exhausted but v happy

idk if anyone remembers but my two friends and I came up w a covid related research question and our TA dragged us about it like on some hater shit and gave us a horrible grade. and turns out our professor wants to take the study into his lab and fund us to actually do it and changed our grade. and even though I knew that bitch wasn’t shit, him saying how good of an idea it was was validating asf. like, i’m not dumb or stupid. im meant to be at the school i am. i didnt get in just bc of affirmative action or whatever. i’m smart, I come up with good ideas, and I can make it where I wanna go if i try. idk it was just a really good feeling

this kindergartener I help (she’s got ADD so I just do what I can to help her concentrate) wrote me a note thanking me for telling her I was smart and that no one has ever told her that before like wtf bitch I wanna fight everyone rn

also I wanna learn sign language so just putting that out there so i’m forced to keep up w it

[kudouusagi]

CindeREKI Track 1

Narrator: Once upon a time in a land far away, there was a very unfortunate girl named Cindereki. She lived with her evil stepmother and stepsisters and was forced to do the cleaning and laundry all day.

Reki: Oof, oof. Ah! I'm finally done cleaning the windows! Now, I have to clean the dishes!

Narrator: Cindereki was doing her chores as always when-

Miya: What? Are you still not finished cleaning?

Narrator: Her second older sister, Miya, came in. As Miya talked, she had the eyes of a mean cat.

Miya: You're as shitty as always, Cindereki. I can't believe you're my sister. I don't even want to think about it.

Cherry: You're not done making dinner yet, are you? Are you trying to starve us to death?

Narrator: That was her oldest sister, Cherry. She talked with her fan over her face like she didn't even want to breathe the same air as her.

Reki: I'm sorry, sisters! I'll make it right now!

Narrator: Cindereki said and headed toward the kitchen in a fluster but she was knocked over when she reached the doorway by a large body.

Reki: Gaaaaaah!

Shadow: Oh no! My flower dress has gotten all dirty! Cindereki, you really are just a dumb dirty dog.

Narrator: Her stepmother, Shadow, spoke while swaying her big body back and forth.

Reki: I'm sorry, mother! I'll make food right away!

Shadow: Whatever, it's fine. Could you get the coach ready?

Reki: You're going out?

Shadow: Hehe. There's a ball at Crazy Rock Castle tonight. Do you know why?

Miya: Mother, is that...!?

Cherry: Will Prince Langa be there!?

Reki: Prince Langa? The one from the snow country?

Shadow: That's right! The prince of Awayuki (light snowfall), Langa-sama! It seems that Prince Langa is looking for someone to marry through an S match!

Reki: No way! I want to go! I want to go!

Cherry: There's no way he'd choose you, you idiot!

Reki: Idiot?!

Shadow: If you can marry Prince Langa you’d get all the riches, power and fame you could want!

Cherry: Heh, doesn't sound bad.

Miya: Hey, Cherry, it would be good if Prince Langa likes older women, right?

Cherry: What was that?

Miya: But you're really no match for youth, I think! Look how youthful my skin is.

Cherry: You immature little girl! I'll teach you the appeal of an adult.

Miya: You're too old to get married! I'll call you a heroine so go look for an appropriate guy!

Shadow: Stop it! You're both very beautiful since you look like me.

Miya: We look... like you?

Cherry: No way! We should be grateful to our dead father.

Miya: Yeah.

Shadow: What does that mean!?

Narrator: When night came, her evil stepmother and stepsisters went to the castle, but they didn't take the unfortunate Cindereki with them.

Reki: Well I guess it can't be helped... My clothes are all tattered and I don't have a skateboard.

Joe: So you're just going to give up?

Narrator: Then, an extremely muscled man in a hood appeared.

Reki: Wh-... Who are you!?

Joe: Me? My name is Joe. I'm just a passing... What do you think I am?

Reki: I don't know.

Joe: Look at these heavily forged muscles... You don't know?

Reki: Umm... a soldier?

Joe: No!

Reki: Then... a knight?

Joe: Look harder. Look how strong I am.

Reki: I know! A martial artist!

Joe: I'm a magician.

Reki: That has nothing to do with your muscles!

Joe: You want to go, right? To Crazy Rock Castle.

Reki: Of course I do. But...

Joe: I'll make you a skateboard with my magic.

Reki: Seriously!? It's my first time seeing magic!

Joe: Oooooh. Muscle... Squat!

Reki: Wh-Why are you squatting!?

Joe: This... is my... muscle... magic!

Reki: Is that really magic?

Joe: You do it too.

Reki: Me too?!

Joe: Let's go!

Reki: Seriously?

Narrator: While Cindereki did squats with the magician, she became worked up and they entered a strange trance of unity.

Joe: Yes! here we go! The muscle power has built up! Muscle magic!

Reki: Woah! It really worked! And this is the first time I've seen a skateboard made of glass! It's so cool!

Joe: I'll give it to you. With that, you'll be able to enter the castle.

Reki: Really? Yes! With this I'll be able to do the S! I'll be able to! Ah... but this won't work. You need a permit sticker to go to the castle.

Joe: Then I guess I'll have to do this. Here we go!

Reki: Why are you stripping?

Joe: Ooooh!

Narrator: As the magician gathered his powers, his six-pack ab muscles bulged.

Joe: Magic Six-Pack!

Narrator: What an amazing occurrence! Out of the wizard's six-pack came 4 horses and a coach along with a permit sticker.

Reki: Seriously!?

Joe: There's nothing muscles can't do.

Reki: No, just say magic in that case.

Joe: But be careful. The things I just created will disappear at midnight.

Reki: Got it! Thank you for everything! Muscle Magic Joe!

Joe: Good luck!

Narrator: This is how Cindereki headed toward Crazy Rock Castle with a glass skateboard.

[jungkxook]

—pour up. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader x taehyung

⟶ genre: fuckboy!jungkook / fuckboy!taehyung + smut  

⟶ words: 14,048 (idk how it’s literally just smut)

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: sleeping with both notorious frat boys kim taehyung and jeon jungkook doesn’t sound so bad ━ especially when you’re drunk and faded.

⟶ warnings: mentions of drug/alcohol use, essentially pwp lol, threesome, double penetration, voyeurism, messy rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dry humping, manhandling, doggy style, riding (sort of?), fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), face riding, face fucking, deepthroating, breast play, slight begging (mostly oc making jungkook beg hehe), brief name calling, dirty talking, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: this is a repost of a fic from my old blog! also shout out to miss jlin @bratkook​ for being the sweetest and for liking this trashy fic of mine, and a happy early birthday present to @onherwings​ miss juno, the resident taekook lover!! 💛

also the accompanying song to this fic is pour up by dean!

There were times when you were sober where you were persistent about never being in a five foot radius of a frat boy, much less strip yourself of your dignity long enough to sleep with one.

Your appalling disgust and immense irritation of the male species that were frat boys kept you well in tune to your rule ━ until you’re far past the point of drunk and faded. Only then, when your bloodstream is laced with alcohol and your mind is nothing but a hazy cloud of smoke, you shrink into a shameless hypocrite and favour the appeal of a simple hook up. But you have needs too; it isn’t entirely your fault. Kim Taehyung offers you exactly that, with the promise to then act as if nothing happens the very next day so that the two of you can revert to despising one another out in public.

You act as if no one knows about your flings with ultimate frat boy Taehyung almost every weekend, as if they’re just as oblivious as you, but damn near the whole school knows and most certainly the rest of the boys in Beta Tau Sigma, or as Taehyung puts it, his brothers. It’s a useless cycle of bicker, avoid, drink, sex, and repeat, ever since you joined the school as a freshman and the sophomore boy took an interest in you. He’s charming in all the right ways and good looking but his smooth appeal was almost too good to be true and, past his “kind” smiles, you could make him out to be arrogant, vain, and cocky. Maybe you would have given him an actual chance had it not been for his snarkiness but all your brain could truly handle was his dick for a few hours a week.

Unsurprisingly, you always end up crashing at Beta Tau Sigma after one of their raging parties that results in your hook ups with Taehyung; surprisingly, Taehyung is miraculously into pillow talk post-sex and so he doesn’t entirely mind if you stay the night. But, by morning, when the alcohol has all but turned into a terrible hangover, he can hardly care less if you stay or not.

Usually, you wake up on your own, courtesy of past sober you setting an alarm on your phone to make sure you wake up earlier than all the other walkers of shame and anyone else in Beta Tau Sigma. Ideally, it was to help guarantee that no one would ever see you or judge you for stooping low enough to sleep with a fuckboy but you don’t know how well that’s working out for you anymore, if you’re being honest.

That’s why, early one fateful Sunday morning after a night of fun with Taehyung, you awaken with a start to the shrill Marimba tone that rips through the silence of the room and causes you to literally jump out of bed and crash onto the floor. You groan at the sharp pain that shoots up your spine and accompanies your groggy mind as your eyes flicker open only to be greeted with a blinding light that is the sun as it filters through the shut curtains. Littered on the ground are clothes, your clothes, beer bottles, red solo cups, discarded bed sheets, a singular condom wrapper (you thank your past selves for at least being sober enough to remember to use one), and your cell phone.

“Turn that shit off, for fuck sakes,” he grovels.

His hangover, and the early morning, makes his already deep voice even rougher, huskier, and you blame your disoriented mind for thinking he sounds even remotely sexy. He doesn’t bother to lift his head from his pillow or to find where you are in the room, the messy longer-than-usual curls of his hair flopping into his lashes as he flips onto his back. Other bodily remnants remain from the night before, from the mellowing ache between your legs left in the wake of his dick sufficiently railing you to the bite marks on his neck that you had so graciously bestowed him.

Now, you roll your eyes at him instead but dive for your phone nearby and tap the snooze button before it wakes the entire house and rouses the army of fuckboys from the dead.

“Good morning to you too,” You remark. “Is that better, princess?”

“Much.”

You push yourself to your feet and stretch, the stiff joints in your body popping and cracking, before searching for your clothes. You’re certain Taehyung has fallen back asleep as you dig around through the clutter to find your belongings but what else is new? It’s a routine the two of you have come to know well, and one that neither of you mind. You spot some sort of lacy material hidden underneath a few of Taehyung’s dirty laundry laying on the floor and reach for it thinking it’s yours. You’re only mildly disturbed to find that it isn’t yours at all ━ though you’re more concerned about the hygienic purposes of touching some other girl’s thong than you are about the blatant fact Taehyung sleeps with more girls than just you (a fact you swear you could care less for).

“Jesus Christ, your room is a disaster,” You scoff now.

“You could clean it,” Taehyung suggests sluggishly. Now, he’s awake, pretty and hooded eyes fluttering open to find you nearby. He props his hand behind his head to lift his gaze a little higher.

You snort, tossing the underwear away. “You never cease to━”

“Amaze you?”

“Repel me more than when I see the collection of thongs you have hidden in your room,” You correct. Fortunately, you spot your own underwear nearby and scoop it up, quickly slipping into them.

“Aw, baby, is that a bit of jealousy I hear?” Taehyung asks. He runs a hand through his dishevelled dark locks and shoots you a drowsy smirk. “You know you’re my one and only. I can always count on you when I want good head.”

“Please, flatter me some more, Tae,” You quip dryly.

As you hastily slide into your stiff shirt and jeans next and turn to face him, combing your fingers through your hair, Taehyung seems to take your words to heart and tries again. “You look like shit.”

You feign a voluntarily loud and overly dramatic moan. “Ugh, you really do know how to treat a girl━” Your cut off by a shameless snort from Taehyung before you continue on, “You know, you don’t exactly look the hottest right now either.”

“I beg to differ,” he replies nonchalantly. Technically, he isn’t lying, but you refuse to feed his ego any more.

“As if.”

“Funny,” he hums. “Could’ve sworn last night you were calling me hot when you were begging for my dick.”

You don’t bother to reply. Instead, you shake your head as you rub your tired face, uttering, “I need a coffee.”

“You could stay,” he offers. “I can make you one.”

“You don’t even know how to boil water,” You retort. “But thanks for the gesture. Try not to throw up on yourself today, okay?”

Taehyung mumbles something in response but then he’s already flipping over onto his side to fall back asleep again. You grab your bag from the floor and slip into your shoes before tiptoeing out of the room.

The Beta house is just as much a disaster as Taehyung’s room is and you find yourself stepping over more bottles, cups, empty pizza boxes, and hungover passed out people with phallic images doodled on their faces. The sun filters into the ever grand mansion and only illuminates the chaos the frat boys put it through. Everyone is thankfully still asleep as you head downstairs but, as you sneak past the kitchen, you notice two figures rummaging about, boisterous unabashed laughter filling the house that somehow hasn’t woken the others yet.

Jeon Jungkook stands before you with Park Jimin, both fellow Beta brothers, though Jungkook is in the same year as you. They, like most other Beta boys (and especially Taehyung), are well known on campus but Jungkook is perhaps even worse than Taehyung. Now, he’s adorned in only low hanging gray sweatpants that show off the ripples of his toned chest and the happy trail that threatens for your eyes to follow it. He holds a bowl of cereal close to him with the same arm decorated on every inch with tattoos, a snapback pushing his messy hair up and away from his forehead. The best part (and you mean that not at all) ━ or the worst ━ is the fact that he stands on a hoverboard, as if walking is too much for him to handle at nine in the morning. Jimin isn’t far off wearing the same attire, only his look is paired with the fuckboy-essential-starter-pack of socks and Adidas slides, and he’s at least actually using his legs to walk.

“Morning,” Jungkook smirks. “Time for the walk of shame?”

You have to retain a sigh. “I’m surprised you’re up, Jeon. I was sure you were gone past the point of saving last night.”

“A couple of shots do nothing for me,” Jungkook replies, shovelling a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. “I was pretty much sober.”

At this, you sit back on your heels and look him once over skeptically. “You kept trying to hook up with me, called your dick Jungcock, threw up in one of the vases, and then passed out in the bathtub. I wouldn’t have exactly called you sober.”

The smirk remains on Jungkook’s face. If anything, he seems more so amused and it pisses you off. Jimin bursts into a fit of laughter and shakes his head.

“Always a pleasure seeing you, Y/N,” he greets. “Hey, are you coming to the party going down at Lambdas house after exams? It’s pretty exclusive but you and your friends are all invited by courtesy of us.”

“Ugh, I can’t even think about going to another party right now. How do you Beta whores do it?” You grovel. “Besides, why would we come if we know you’re going to be there?”

“‘Cause Tae’s going and you’re probably gonna wanna suck his dick,” Jungkook suggests snidely.

“I was gonna say the free booze,” Jimin offers instead. “Man, you know the Lambdas. They’re all rich pretentious sons of country club owners. They hardly throw parties but, when they do, you know it’s going to be wild. I wouldn’t miss it if I were you.”

“Well,” You say, “thanks for the invitation but we’ll see. Maybe if we have a pre-game where I can get drunk enough to handle your faces and the Lambda boys together.”

“I’ve always said you’re more fun when you’re drunk,” Jungkook hums pensively. Your eyes narrow into a glare and you’re fortunate Jimin is there to block your path from tackling Jungkook.

“Okay, whatever,” You grumble. “I’m out of here. I think if I stay here any longer, I’ll lose all my brain cells.”

Jimin chuckles but hardly seems bothered by your comment. He waves you off as he slips out of the kitchen to retreat into another room, leaving you alone with Jungkook.

“Can I get you anything before you go?” he asks. There’s a cheeky tone laced in his words that makes you blatantly aware he’s trying to suggest something more, like his dick.

“Absolutely not,” You wave him off. “See you around, Jungidiot.”

He grins and shoves another spoonful into his mouth. “Hey, maybe next Saturday you can think about blowing me instead of Tae, yeah?”

He’s met with you jamming your middle finger in his face and it only seems to entertain him further. As you march out of their home, slamming the door behind you, you have one discernable thought amongst your hangover and that is that you’ll definitely need to have that pre-game before you have the audacity to even see Jungkook, or any of the Beta boys for that matter, at the Lambdas.

That Saturday, you find yourself at the Lambdas house party.

So maybe you had sort of been lying when you said you weren’t so sure of going to it, but the thought was tempting enough and you aren’t one to pass up on a good party, especially when it’s after weeks of headaches and stressing over studying and exams.

Mid-terms come and go and when you finally finish writing your last paper, all you want to do is let loose and party and get dicked down by Taehyung. The Lambdas, despite their pretentious behaviour, looks to be very promising ━ but only after you down a few shots beforehand and have a beer while you’re getting ready. You’re not exactly as drunk or as tipsy as you would have prefered but it still gives you a nice enough buzz that makes you warm and lets the adrenaline pump in your veins and excites you even more for the party. The house you rent is off campus but it’s close to Beta’s and Taehyung offers to give you guys a lift to the Lambdas who are a fifteen minute walk away (but you know Taehyung will do anything to not walk anywhere his penny board can’t take him ━ and it’s not even Taehyung who is driving but his friend, Jin).

You can hear the party at Lambdas before you’re even there. The thump of bass coming from the house isn’t hard to miss, especially not with the way it seems to rattle the ground the closer you get. The house is crammed full to capacity and people have already begun to spill onto the lawn by the time you have arrived. A potent waft of alcohol and weed fill your senses and it is all you could really make out in the rambunctious party. You can hardly hear yourself think, let alone what others are saying to you. Yet, you still found a way to have fun almost instantly, drifting away from the guys to party with your friends.

Most of the night is a blur and a haze of confusion but you can remember drinking and drinking some more until you’re sufficiently smashed. You can’t quite recall where you had lost your friends, though you suspect it was after the intense game of beer pong you were suckered into in which you were certain there were no winners or losers as it was just an excuse to drink even more. It’s nearing 1 a.m. when you finally bump into a familiar face, pulling you back from the unruly party and the adrenaline rush coursing through your veins.

You’ve just slipped outside for some fresh air, perched on the front porch, when you notice Jimin is passed out on the lawn below. The other stragglers gathered outside barely take note of him but maybe that’s because he had chosen to faceplant in the shadows under the porch, tucked safely away from the rest of the party. Just before you can even think to walk over to him and make sure he’s still alive, the front door of the house swings wide open and a frenzied Taehyung bursts outside, shortly followed by an equally dumbfounded Jungkook.

“Where the fuck is he?” Taehyung hisses.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook sighs, disgruntled, “but leave it to him to run off and disappear.”

“Looking for someone?”

The two boys startle at your voice. They whirl around to find you taking a sip of the drink in your hand, as if only just noticing your presence. You hadn’t seen them since you parted ways a handful of hours ago in the party, though you’re fairly certain they’re just as smashed as you.

“Ah, babe!” Taehyung beams wolfishly. “What a pleasure seeing you out here. Uh, you wouldn’t happen to have seen where Jimin went, would you?”

You nod in the direction of the sleeping boy down below. “He’s there. He’s passed out cold, though. What the hell did you do to him?”

“Nothing,” Jungkook says. He grimaces as he hastily follows Taehyung down onto the lawn to stand near Jimin, and you in tow. “Jimin just likes to get out of hand. What should we do, Tae? We can’t just leave him here and Luna’s going to be pissed if she sees him like this.”

Taehyung stares down at Jimin miserably, thinking momentarily. “Well, Luna’s looking for him so we might as well drop him off at her dorm. He can deal with her when he’s sober.”

There’s a brief moment where you spot Jungkook seriously considering this though, as if leaving Jimin on the lawn of a frat house is a safer option than returning him to his girlfriend. Ultimately, he caves and you watch as Taehyung nudges Jimin awake (and by nudge, you mean he slaps the boy across the face) before pulling a very disoriented Jimin to his feet and slinging one of his arms over Taehyung’s neck.

“Fuck, he’s heavy,” Taehyung huffs. “Give me a hand, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods, stepping forward to take Jimin’s other arm and hook it around his own neck. The two boys seem to be struggling carrying most of Jimin’s body weight, though they’re carrying mostly dead weight as Jimin continues to drift in and out of consciousness.

Before they can leave you offer to help though you don’t know what you can really do so you suspect your inebriated mind just wanted to go with them for the hell of it. Luna’s place isn’t far. It’s a ten minute walk from Lambda’s, but in that ten minutes, none of you talk about anything of real importance except for chuckle and laugh about things that happened at the party.

Eventually you make it to Luna’s, who answers the door angrily after you knock on it as if you’ve disrupted her slumber and frowns when she sees Jimin’s current state. At least she has the decency to thank the three of you. When she shuts the door behind her, the three of you turn to look at one another, almost clueless.

“So, what now?” Taehyung asks. “Head back to the party?”

The thought of making the ten minute walk back to the party in your drunken mind seems like an eternity. That, mixed with the way your feet scream in agony from the heels you’re wearing, you begin to pout and shake your head.

“I can’t walk anymore,” You whine, words drunkenly slurring together. “I’d be fine just sitting here.”

Jungkook’s nose scrunches as he looks at you once over. “How drunk are you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, how about we just go back to our place?” Taehyung asks. His arm slides around your waist then, tugging you close to his side. If one thing is for certain, the boy tends to get more handsy the more drunk he is, and you never seem to mind. “I’ve got a fresh bowl we can hit and we can drink there and just chill?”

You and Jungkook consider Taehyung’s offer fleetingly and, to you, it seems much more appealing.

“Sign me up,” You say. “The Lambdas were a bit too over the top for my liking. There’s only so much I can handle.”

Jungkook shrugs and nods in agreement. “Then I guess I’m going with you guys.”

The five minute walk to Beta is short and soon you’re inside the eerily empty house and climbing the steps to Taehyung’s room but not before the three of you raid their cabinets for any type of liquor. Eventually, you’re all lounging in Taehyung’s room, some type of music playing in the background as the three of you pass around a bottle of whisky and the bong Taehyung had promised he had, giggling at each other.

By 2 a.m., you are smashed and faded but blissfully so.

Taehyung and Jungkook are not too far off. It’s Taehyung who comes up with the idea to play strip poker, though with a twist. His version of the game includes: taking a shot anytime one of you loses a round along with either stripping an article of clothing or being allowed to pass it and get dared to do something else, though each person only has three passes.

Jungkook loses the first round, shedding only his jacket. Taehyung and you lose the second round; you decide to strip out of your own cardigan while Taehyung flicks off his hat. Jungkook and Taehyung lose the third round and both kick off their shoes. The game progresses slowly, with the three of you coming up with “clever” loopholes out of the rules, like stripping one sock one round and then another sock the next and all of you are too drunk to really protest. Eventually, the game winds up with Taehyung and Jungkook both in their pants and you still wearing both your shirt and jeans. Both the boys have used one of their passes and are still losing which, you will admit, boosts your confidence ever so slightly especially when you have such a nice view in front of you.

Both boys are toned, with certified gym rat Jungkook’s abs a bit more chiseled, and you know that sober you would cringe at how hard you seem to be drooling over them. Jungkook must notice because he shoots you a wink that has you squirming in your seat.

“Like what you see?” he asks.

“N-No,” You say shortly. “Shut up and go. It’s your turn.”

You end up losing that round, unfortunately, but you have no qualms with stripping out of your jeans and kicking them to the side. The next round, you lose again, except you decide to use one of your passes which has both boys groaning in defeat.

“Remember,” You coo, “play nice boys.”

The two exchange a look and you wait patiently, taking your shot of whisky in the meantime as Taehyung chides you on encouragingly with a cheeky, “Pour up, baby girl.”

You down the shot in one gulp, wincing as it burns down your throat, then chase it quickly with the drink you had stolen from their kitchen. A drowsy smirk tugs at Taehyung’s lips as he takes another rip from the bong, breathing out a cloud of smoke as he hums insouciantly, “I’ve got your dare.”

There’s a split moment where he makes eye contact with you and pushes his hair out of his eyes.

“Come here and kiss me.”

Had you been sober, you might have rolled your eyes at his simple yet assertive dare but, instead, you can’t help but snicker as you lean across to him from your seat on the floor and pull him down for a not so graceful kiss. His whisky coated tongue instantly collides with yours in an open mouthed frenzy that’s full of teeth clashing and wet sounds but it’s hot, too hot, even as Taehyung pulls you closer to him with his hand grasping at your chin. You instinctively react, teeth nipping at his lower lip as you suck hard, momentarily forgetting about Jungkook sitting in the room.

A moan emits from you as your fingers thread through his hair. Jungkook is left to watch but his eyes stay locked on your figure and the way you cave so easily to Taehyung, the way your mouth moves against his. He can’t seem to tear his eyes away from your position on your hands and knees, or the way you arch your back in an attempt to get closer to Taehyung, and he certainly can’t seem to look away from the tempting curve of your ass jutting in his direction. All Jungkook suddenly wants is for you to be kissing him the same way you’re kissing Taehyung.

You’re only interrupted when he finds the nerve to clear his throat after a few moments. “Nah, it’s alright, I’ll just sit here. Do you guys want me to leave?”

He’s being sarcastic, of course, and when you and Taehyung part to look at the boy, he’s scowling. The two of you chuckle lightly but don’t respond, though you remember the game you’re still playing. Taehyung kisses you one last time before you settle back onto the floor, a sheepish giggle bubbling in your chest. Taehyung loses the next round and he decides to strip down into his underwear though he hasn’t lost yet (the goal is nudity and neither of your drunk selves have enough dignity left to give up before then).

The round after that, you lose again. You decide, once more, to use another one of your passes and the two boys pause, thinking of a dare for you as you take a shot (which, you have realized, only get harder to take as time passes).

“I have one,” Taehyung says at long last.

“Bro,” Jungkook groans, “if you just wanna fuck, let me know. I’ll leave. I don’t think I can sit here and watch you dare her to suck your face again.”

Taehyung laughs and shakes his head. “Easy there. I was just gonna suggest that you━” he points at you before nodding toward Jungkook, “give him a lap dance.”

“A what?” Jungkook’s jaw drops open, his eyes widening. “M-Me?”

You glance up at Taehyung, quirking an eyebrow. “Him?”

Taehyung erupts into another fit of laughter but he’s the only one who finds the situation hilarious because you and Jungkook continue to sit there, dumbfounded. When Taehyung calms himself down, he wipes his eyes and shakes his head.

“Are you seriously telling me you haven’t been noticing?” he asks.

“Noticing what?”

“The way Jungkook keeps eye-fucking you,” Taehyung says simply.

Jungkook gaps. “The fuck? I haven’t.”

“Jungkook, you’re not exactly sly,” Taehyung says. “He’s been doing it the whole night, babe. It’s not the first time he’s done it, too. I just figured we could do him a little favour.”

Your turn to look up at Jungkook and purse your lips. He’s seated in Taehyung’s desk chair and has a frown painted on his face. It’s not like it comes as a surprise to you because he’s constantly trying to flirt with you even when you’re sober but his sudden flustered appearance puzzles you slightly. You’ll admit the idea is ludicrous, but Jungkook is undeniably hot, and grinding on his dick sounds more than wonderful to you in your current state. Either way, you stand to your feet.

“I’ll do it,” You say. “Why not?”

“Wh-What?” Jungkook yelps. “You will?”

“Yeah,” You flash him a pearly smirk. “What? Is confident Jungkookie finally shy?”

At the mention of the taunting nickname, he straightens up in his seat and scowls. “No. I’m just surprised you gave in so easily. You must really like me, huh?”

“Keep dreaming, Jeon,” You retort.

The music is still playing in the background as you slink towards Jungkook’s seated figure. Meanwhile, Taehyung is watching with an amused look on his face and sits back, clearly enjoying the view as he tells you that you have three minutes. As you approach Jungkook, he leans back in his seat and watches you with dark eyes. Jungkook’s eyes sweep over your figure, from the way you muse your hands through your messy hair, your tight tank top with one strap falling down your shoulder, your lacy and scantily clad underwear, and your smooth legs. He gulps at the sight and shifts in his seat.

As soon as you’re standing in front of him, you whirl around so that your back is to him and jutt your butt out just enough to catch his attention as you sway your hips to the music. Your hands ghost up your sides just faintly enough so that chills run down your spine and you lock eyes with Taehyung for a split second to see him grinning. You sit back on Jungkook’s lap and his breath hitches in his throat suddenly. He hates to admit how easily you’re driving him crazy and as soon as you are but he takes the time to enjoy the dance anyway, eyes staying trained on your ass as you grind against him in agonizingly slow circles and right against his dick nestled against his thigh. He can’t help it when a moan emits from him.

“Fucking hell,” he grunts, raking his hands through his hair. You snicker at his reaction, craning your neck to look behind at him.

“Enjoying yourself, Kookie?”

“N-No,” he rasps. This is a lie, of course. “Turn around.”

His command only humours you but you don’t disobey. You get up for a second to spin around and face him before climbing back onto his lap, swinging one leg over his. Before you drop your hips completely on him, you’re rocking them back and forth against the thin air, your hands snaking around his neck. His hands suddenly find purchase on your waist and he yanks you down onto him with a sudden neediness that surprises you, though you don’t complain. You continue to grind against his lap and you can’t help your greedy self when your hands reach out to run up and down his toned chest. He shivers at your slightest touch, his jaw clenched, but he keeps his gaze focused on your eyes, as if challenging you for more. Behind you, Taehyung is taking another hit from the bong and laughs lightly at Jungkook’s reactions.

“Let him touch you,” Taehyung says.

You expect Jungkook to listen to Taehyung and reach out to grab onto you but he hesitates, his hands remaining at your hips. So, instead, you take his hands in yours and begin pulling them up, sliding them along your midriff and up to your chest. You don’t even flinch as you let him cup your boobs over your clothes and you watch him slyly as he gulps.

“Is this the first time you’ve actually touched a girl, Jungkook?” You quip. “You’re gawking at my boobs like it is. Not gonna wet yourself, hm?”

“Fuck off,” he growls, though there’s no malice in his voice.

Instead, he focuses his attention on your breasts and the weight of them in his palm. They’re soft and supple and he squeezes them firmly, jiggles the flesh as he fondles at you blatantly. He hates to admit it but he feels as if he’s going to combust at any second, repressing the sudden urge to tear off your shirt and burrow his head in your chest, your boobs in his mouth. He doesn’t know whether the soft moan that slips from your parted pink lips is intentional to mess with him or because you had been getting carried away yourself. Either way, Jungkook’s certain it’s the hottest thing he’s heard in a while, the hottest thing he’s seen in a while, and he hates how his sudden erection forms, how embarrassing it must be. When you feel his hardened length start to poke at your thigh, you look down at him past your lashes and smirk.

“Are you hard already, Kookie?” You giggle.

Taehyung roars with laughter abruptly and the outburst only makes Jungkook redden.

“I━I━” he stammers helplessly.

You shake your head at him and then purposely press your hips a little more firmly against his, gripping at his shoulders now. You’re challenging him now too, and he doesn’t know what you have in mind but you’re wickedly set on making him cum in his pants before Taehyung stops you.

“Time’s up,” he says.

Jungkook almost groans out loud in frustration when you pull away and step off of his lap. He’s embarrassingly hard now but his drunk self doesn’t try very hard to hide it. Taehyung’s stare is settled on Jungkook as you walk back to your seat but, before you can even sit down, Taehyung is beckoning you over.

“Come here, babe,” he hums. You look at him curiously but move in his direction. “What do you say we help Jungkook with his problem, huh?”

“Help? How?” You question.

“Come sit,” Taehyung gestures to his thigh.

Jungkook watches with silent seething jealousy as you take a seat on Taehyung’s thigh and then he’s kissing you, pressing his lips against your neck. You react almost instantly, your head craning to allow him more access and your eyes clamp shut, your mouth hanging open in delight.

“Tae━” You mewl, tugging at his hair, as if to prompt him wordlessly about Jungkook’s presence. But when does it become too much? Every action seems to keep building and building, that you know where the night surely must be heading; that you crave it.

Taehyung’s tongue swirls at your neck, his lips sucking on the sensitive skin, before he peeks one eye open to look at Jungkook.

“Look at him,” Taehyung hums against you. “Look at how jealous he is right now. Look at how bad he wants to be me right now.”

You take a moment to register his words, your head spinning. You struggle to find Jungkook as Taehyung continues to ravish your neck. Jungkook’s stare is hard, his jaw clenched; his hands are balled into tight fists that let you see the bulging veins in his arms. Is he jealous? Angry?

Taehyung suddenly bites down onto your neck and you gasp in surprise, leaning against his chest. His nimble fingers find the hem of your shirt which he lifts and discards on the floor with ease. Next to come off is your bra. You don’t realize your torso is bare until a slight breeze hits your breasts and perks your nipples and Taehyung reaches up to cup the soft tissue in his large hands and Jungkook can’t look away because, fuck, touching you is all he really wants to do.

“Do you see him staring now?” Taehyung asks. “Do you see how desperate he is for you? Look at how bad he wants to touch you right now, baby girl. Will you let him?”

You’re still staring at Jungkook as Taehyung speaks and note how fast Jungkook’s demeanour has changed. He looks helpless, his erection more prominent in his straining jeans which he shamelessly palms at to feel some sort of relief.

“Better yet,” Taehyung hums, averting your attention back to him. He’s sliding one of his hands down your front and in between your legs, pushing your thighs apart. His digits come in contact with your clothed pussy and the sudden touch, light and feathery, makes you jump and gasp. You hadn’t been aware of how wet you had been until he touched you just then and the coil in your stomach only tightens with each passing second. “Will you let him play with you?”

It takes you a second to respond, though that isn’t because you’re struggling to decide. The thought entices you far more than you ever believed it could. Taehyung is suddenly rubbing his fingers against your clothed clit in so very slow circles that it suddenly has you tripping over your own thoughts. You’re biting hard onto your lower lip as you force yourself to nod hastily.

“Do you want him to?” Taehyung asks.

“Fuck, yes,” You whine. “Mmm, Tae━”

Taehyung shifts you in his lap so that your back is pressed against his chest, leaning all your weight against him. It’s hard to focus as one of his hands fondles one of your breasts while his other presses figure eights onto your clit. You’re on full display for Jungkook now, though his eyes fall to the wet spot that forms on your pretty little underwear as your arousal leaks from you.

“How badly do you want him to?” Taehyung asks.

“So badly,” You whimper.

This catches Jungkook’s attention and he leans forward in his seat. Taehyung smirks against you and then he’s moving, withdrawing his hand from between your thighs to hook around the waistband of your underwear. He gives it a quick tug and you fumble to lift your hips so he can pull the useless fabric down your legs. Once it pools at your feet, you kick it off to the side and then Taehyung’s hand returns between your thighs.

“Spread your legs,” he says.

You do as you’re told, pushing your thighs apart but then instinctively squeezing them shut when Taehyung continues to press his fingers against your clit. The sudden stimulation is too much for you and your face begins to heat up so Taehyung uses the chance to push your legs apart for you. He hitches one of your thighs over his own as if to anchor you in place and it works.

“Can you stay like that for me, baby?” Taehyung drawls. “Look at Jungkook for me.”

You nod, your throat dry as you lift your gaze to lock eyes once more with Jungkook. You find the boy gawking at your sex and you moan suddenly. His head snaps up to stare at you with a sudden blazing determination and lust in his eyes before they fall once more to your pussy, admiring the way it pulsates each time Taehyung swipes at your clit or tweaks at your nipples. But the best part? The best part is just how wet you are, your clear juices coating Taehyung’s fingers, spilling onto yours and Taehyung’s thighs with the passing seconds, and suddenly Jungkook is hungry for you. But what he doesn’t know is how you suddenly imagine Jungkook in Taehyung’s place, sat beneath you poised daintily on his lap, his fingers pressing against you.

You twist on top of Taehyung, your own hand reaching up to grasp at your other breast, pinching at the nipple tightly. A delighted moan fumbles from your lips. “Jungkook━ Fuck━”

“It’s nice, yeah?” Taehyung asks aloud to the other boy. “She’s pretty, hm?”

Jungkook nods eagerly and then groans. “She’s dripping. Fuck, it’s so hot.”

Your face burns at his words but you don’t have enough wits to think of a snarky retort like usual.

Taehyung chuckles. “Why don’t you come here then and touch her? Taste her? Is that okay, baby?”

When you realize Taehyung is asking you, you nod eagerly. “Shit, please━ Jungkook, wanna feel you━”

At your request, Jungkook practically tumbles out of his seat. As soon as he’s standing on his feet, the realization seems to hit him and he takes his time, walking to you slowly. His gaze sweeps over your exposed body and he licks his lips, his eyes suddenly darkening. Taehyung doesn’t stop touching you or marking your neck his even as Jungkook walks closer and it hits you in that moment what exactly you’re doing and who you’re with ━ and you fucking love it. Jungkook kneels down in front of you and Taehyung nods in encouragement.

“She’s impatient and feisty,” Taehyung informs. “But that makes her fun to tease.”

“I know how to pleasure a girl,” Jungkook quips.

“But you don’t know how to pleasure Y/N,” Taehyung replies. “You’re too cocky, Jungkookie, and she doesn’t like that. You need to take your time with her and you don’t do that often with girls, do you?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond but, judging by his face, you assume Taehyung is right.

“What do you want me to do?” Jungkook asks. He’s staring at your face now and only your face. His intense stare makes you squirm on Taehyung’s lap, and makes you suck your lower lip between your teeth.

“Touch me,” You rasp. “Touch me, please, Jungkook.”

God, how he loves hearing you moan his name. But the anticipation is killing you. You’ve felt Taehyung’s fingers plenty of time; you’ve never felt Jungkook’s, and the abrupt need seems to grow more intense with each passing second.

“You heard her, Jungkookie,” Taehyung says. He draws his hand away from your heat and kisses your neck softly. “Go on. Touch her. Be gentle, go slow.”

Jungkook is shaking with excitement ━ or maybe it’s just the weed and alcohol in his bloodstream ━ but he eyes you carefully, gnawing down on his lower lip. He reaches out at a tedious pace and hesitates, his fingers hovering over your core. Taehyung is watching with eager eyes whilst planting open mouthed kisses along your shoulders, neck, and jawline. Jungkook finally presses his fingers against your pussy and your reaction is immediate. You toss your head back against Taehyung’s shoulder and jutt your hips forward.

“Nnngh, fuck, Kook━” You whimper. “M-More━ Wanna feel more━”

Jungkook takes that as a good sign and follows after Taehyung, rubbing circles into your clit slowly. He feels just how wet you are, his fingers coating with your cum as they move with ease past your folds, and it’s enough to let the wave of glee wash over him again.

“See? Look how much she loves it already,” Taehyung says. “Keep going.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice. As he rubs his fingers over your clit, his other hand comes up in a greedy fashion. He can’t stop himself from slipping a finger past your folds and it takes all you can not to moan out loud but you give up on the prospect of remaining quiet when it feels so good to have both boys on you.

“Let him know how you feel, baby,” Taehyung purs. “How he’s making you feel.”

You struggle to find your voice momentarily, too caught up with the lust and desire but then a cry of delight falls from your lips. “Fuck, ah, Jungkook! That feels s-so good━”

Jungkook’s head snaps up to look at you in pure disbelief.

“Holy shit, that’s so fucking hot,” he huffs. “I never thought you’d moan my name and now you’re so wet and tight and for me━”

“And me,” Taehyung admonishes offhandedly.

Jungkook doesn’t reply but that’s mostly because he’s suddenly fixated on curling his finger inside of you and watching your every reaction. Your hips jut forward and you cry out, panting at the blissful feeling but it isn’t enough. You need more, and you need more now. As if Taehyung can read your mind, he chimes in again, disrupting yours and Jungkook’s reverie.

“Why don’t you have a taste of her?” he asks. “You won’t regret it.”

Jungkook’s eyes light up and he watches as you nod eagerly, desperate pleas coming from your mouth. Jungkook lowers himself down between your thighs and you wait with bated breath before he’s licking a clean stripe against your folds with his flattened tongue. The sudden slippery warmth has your body writhing in pleasure.

“Jungkook━” You cry out. “Oh my god━”

Jungkook grins. Then he’s licking at you again, tasting your sweet succulence, and groans into your hot core.

“Shit,” Jungkook huffs. “You taste amazing.”

He nibbles down slightly on your clit without warning and tugs. You instantly jerk into his mouth, a strangled moan ripping from your throat that sounds something like a scold of his name and a desperate plea for more. “Jungkook!”

Taehyung snickers against your neck and you can feel Jungkook’s lips curl into a taunting smirk between your thighs. Jungkook’s finger still curls deep within you as his tongue returns to lapping at your clit and you can feel his nose brushing against you the deeper he burrows into you. Meanwhile, Taehyung is continuing to ravish your neck, his hands tweaking at your nipples. The onslaught of senses is so much for you that you nearly scream when Jungkook’s tongue dips into your heat so suddenly to accompany his finger. He laps at you hungrily and you gasp, your breath stuttering as your hands come down to tug hard in his raven locks, your hips bucking forward and into his mouth. It feels fantastic, too incredible for you to put into words, as you feel the wetness of his tongue lap at your walls and suddenly you’re aware of just how susceptible you are to both of the boys near you.

“Fuck, don’t stop, Jungkook,” You moan.

“Now who’s the needy one?” Jungkook coos against your cunt. “Gonna cum on my tongue?”

“P-Please━ Want it so badly, Kook━”

He smacks his lips against you, taking as much as he can of you into his mouth and sucking hard until all you hear are the lewd wet sounds of his tongue and finger working miracles against you. You’re clutching his hair so tight, pushing him closer into your heat but he doesn’t relent. One of his hands comes up to hold onto your waist, to push you firmly back onto Taehyung’s lap and closer into Jungkook’s mouth. You can feel Taehyung’s budding erection poking against your thigh and it’s enough to make you flustered once more.

In an attempt to help Taehyung, you find yourself grinding not only into Jungkook’s mouth but onto Taehyung’s lap, earning a growl into your neck. Taehyung’s free hand comes up to your chin which he grabs roughly. He forces you to look at him and then he’s smashing his lips onto yours in a heated fashion for an entirely ungraceful kiss. It’s needy and hot, completely open mouthed as your tongues mingle in the air and as Taehyung sucks on your lower lip. Yet you tear your gaze from Taehyung to look down at Jungkook as he buries himself further into your pussy, his nose nuzzling against your clit. You’re dripping by now and you can see your own juices smear onto his lips, dribble down to his chin, and it’s the hottest thing you could ever imagine seeing. He doesn’t seem to care as it spills down his neck and suddenly the mere sight has you squirming again. You part from Taehyung’s mouth with a wet pop that rings in your ears and moan.

“Fuck━ nghn, I━I━ think I’m close,” You whimper.

“Fuuck, yes,” Jungkook growls against you.

“Let it go, baby,” Taehyung hums, nibbling at your ear. “Cum for him, for us.”

Jungkook’s pace quickens, pumping his finger faster in you and sucking at your clit until you have no more strength to hold off. Your hands fumble in his hair, trying desperately to pull him closer, and you hate how badly you want your sweet release already. It doesn’t help when Taehyung twists your body ever so slightly so that he can lean down to your breasts and catch one of your nipples between his teeth. His tongue swishes back and forth against the perked bud and you whimper again, the coil in your stomach tightening and loosening.

You’re so close now and Jungkook can hear it, can feel it, can taste it. You don’t have much longer after that before your orgasm is hitting you hard.

“I’m gonna━” You reach out to grasp at Jungkook’s hair, tugging at the roots. “Fuck, Jungkook━”

You cry out suddenly, the coil in your stomach springing apart. Jungkook moans into your pussy as you cum, pulsating around his tongue and finger and dripping into his mouth. You’re reduced to nothing but a whimpering, writhing mess against Taehyung as you buck back and forth into Jungkook’s mouth to ride out your high. Taehyung pulls apart from you to rub circles into your hips and the seemingly gentle move somehow soothes the intense wave of pleasure into something much sweeter. Fire burns at your core and flicks outward until your whole body is warm and numb and then you collapse against Taehyung’s chest, panting hard. Jungkook drinks up every last bit of you and you begin to cringe at the oversensitivity before you gain some of your wits again. You push his head away hastily and this time he relents.

“Did all your little happy wet dreams finally come true, Jeon?” You snicker languidly.

The boy sits back on his knees and looks up at you, locking gazes with yours. You can finally see his face, his tousled black hair, his swollen red lips, and chin, all of which are covered in your perfect sheen. He licks at his lips and wipes at his chin and neck where his tongue can’t reach and he does all of this without breaking eye contact with you. A small smirk forms on his face and suddenly you’re filled with an intense need for payback.

“Yeah, you act confident now but you seemed to enjoy it when you were riding my face,” Jungkook says. You roll your eyes, about to reply before he adds, “So, you’re welcome.”

“You’re impossible,” You huff, pushing yourself off of Taehyung’s lap.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” Taehyung mewls behind you. “We still need you.”

“Oh, I know,” You quip. You reach down to grab onto Jungkook’s chin, forcing him to look up at you. “But it’s my turn, don’t you think, Tae?”

Taehyung chuckles and nods in agreement. Jungkook, however, hardly looks bothered, though he seems a little taken aback by your sudden assertiveness when you begin pulling him up to his feet before pushing him back onto the bed. Taehyung scoots over so that the three of you can fit comfortably on his bed and then you’re moving, crawling over to Jungkook on your hands and knees.

“Are you trying to intimidate me?” Jungkook asks. “Because this is sexier than it is scary.”

You’re hovering over his crotch when he speaks, your greedy hands reaching forward to brush against his hard dick straining in his jeans. He nearly jolts in his seat at the sudden touch and you and Taehyung giggle again.

“Mmm, baby, teach him a lesson,” Taehyung hums. “Suck him off nice and slow but don’t let him cum.”

“Not unless he begs for it,” You say wickedly.

Taehyung stifles a chuckle. “I told you she’s feisty, Jungkookie.”

The younger boy is eyeing you carefully as you busy yourself by undoing the belt buckle on his jeans. He acts unimpressed, unfazed, as you unbutton his jeans and began sliding them off his legs, but you can see the needy and impatient glint in his eyes. Your eyes fall immediately to the ever present straining bulge in his boxers and you gulp in response, licking your lips. You can’t help yourself when you reach out to brush your fingers faintly along his length. He jolts in his seat and grits his teeth, shooting you a hard glare.

“Are you seriously going to tease me?” Jungkook grumbles. “We can skip all of that, y’know━”

“It’s payback, Jeon,” You hum, running your fingers down his dick and then back up again. “Where’s the fun in it if I skip all of the teasing?”

“You know,” Taehyung murmurs from beside you. He’s reclining back, watching you with intense eyes and is completely shameless about his prominent erection contained by his boxers. “I’m surprised the idiot hasn’t referred to his dick yet as Jungcock.”

You giggle, an all too innocent and sweet sound for the way you’re palming at Jungkook’s dick. Jungkook, who is apparently having a rather difficult time keeping up with his surroundings while your fingers continue to work against him, scoffs. His eyebrows knit together as he throws a beady glare at the older boy.

“You’re ruining the mood,” he grunts.

Taehyung clicks his tongue against his teeth, a smirk tugging at his luscious lips. “Of course. I digress.”

You turn your attention back to Jungkook who’s staring down at your hand with parted lips and a crease in his brows. Without warning, you grasp him through his boxers and he groans suddenly, bucking forward. The desperation of his situation only seems to increase in severity when you peel back the elastic band of his boxers and slide them off his legs, finally freeing his dick which springs out from it’s confines. He’s much bigger than you expected, his tip angry and red, leaking with pearly beads that dribble down his length and the bulging veins that line it.

“You’re staring again,” Jungkook hums when he notices you pause, your eyes wide. “Sure you don’t like what you see?”

You shake yourself from your daze and frown. “Shut up.”

The boy starts to chuckle at your flustered expression but yelps when you clasp your fingers around the base of his cock. A beautiful moan falls from his lips and excites you even more. You start pumping him slowly, guiding your hands up and down his length in careful and measured motions, wiping your thumb across his tip each time you reach it. Jungkook shudders in your touch, his teeth coming down to gnaw hard on his lower lip. His eyes are glued to your hands working against him, his face scrunching up in pure euphoria.

“Mmm, fuck,” he grunts, his head lolling back. “Stop teasing me and go faster.”

You don’t listen. If anything, you slow your pace and it has him so frustrated that he lets an involuntary whimper escape him. He bucks into your clenched hand, practically begging for more but remains quiet, safe for his heavy panting.

“You heard her, Kook,” Taehyung says. “Beg for her.”

“There’s no way I’m begging,” Jungkook hisses through gritted teeth. “Never. I never have and never will.”

“Bullshit,” You scoff. You fondle at his balls with your other hand and he moans again. Your hand comes to a complete halt all of a sudden, interrupting Jungkook as he is about to speak. Before he can protest, you lean down and lick at his tip, swirling your tongue around him once to taste his saltiness. His hips rut forward into you but you pull back almost immediately and find Jungkook gaping. You meet his desperate eyes for a steady gaze. “Beg. Just once, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook’s stare wavers as you run your fingers along his tip, squeezing slightly. He tries to compose himself, to remain calm, but when you are relentless, he caves very easily. He only gives in when you kiss the base of his cock. And those eyes ━ fuck, the way your eyes turn so wide and already look so fucked out. How could he resist you?

“Fuck, fuck, okay,” he gasps. “I need more, baby, please. Ah, please━ You feel so fucking good.”

His needy pleas satisfy you and your lips curl into a devious grin. You lower yourself on him suddenly, licking a clean stripe up his length and he moans loudly. You enclose your mouth around his tip and suck, earning a small growl from him as he pushes his hips forward for more. In the next second, you sink your mouth down his length, taking as much of him as you can.

“Fuck!” he moans abruptly. “Ahh, shit, that feels amazing, baby.”

You hollow out your cheeks as you pull your head up and then back down, starting at an even pace that has him moaning and writhing beneath you. He feels much bigger in your mouth but you don’t mind even when he bucks himself into you unexpectedly and hits the back of your throat. The action makes you gag around him and, in return, he curses at the way it feels.

“K-Keep doing that,” he mumbles. “Please, fuck, just like that.”

His fingers thread in your hair and he pulls you down greedily on him but you don’t refuse.

“Can you do it, baby girl?” Taehyung questions. His hand finds his way on your back where he rubs gentle circles into your skin. “Can you take all of him in your mouth?”

You nod carefully around Jungkook’s hardened length.

“Good girl,” Taehyung smirks. “Go slow.”

You follow his orders, sinking gradually onto Jungkook until you feel the tip of him hitting the back of your throat. You gag once more but, instead of pulling back, you shut your eyes and take a few deep breaths in through your nose. In, out, in, out, and then you swallow. Jungkook’s reaction is sudden and intense. He bucks into your mouth unwillingly and moans even louder, his fingers clutching at your roots.

“That’s it, baby,” Taehyung hums and his sudden presence is comforting.

“A-Again,” Jungkook stammers. “Again, please━ holy shit, you feel amazing.”

You swallow again and then a third and each time you can feel yourself sinking lower onto him. Tears prickle at your eyes as your nose is suddenly pressed against his lower abdomen but his reactions are well worth it and so you continue.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Taehyung says, planting a chaste kiss against your shoulder. “You deserve some more attention, hm?”

His fingers slowly rub circles down your back, his lips following your arch and has you shivering beneath him, before stopping at the dip just above your ass. He’s kneeling behind you now, his fingers massaging into your thighs. You sigh against Jungkook when you feel Taehyung’s fingers continue their trek to your ass, rubbing you carefully. You, in response, push your hips back, waiting for more.

“You’re still so wet, baby,” Taehyung says. “I bet you’d come with one touch of my finger.”

With Jungkook buried hilt deep inside your mouth, you’re hardly prepared for when Taehyung slips his fingers underneath to your folds. It’s embarrassing to admit how right he is. You react instantly, moaning around Jungkook and jutting your hips back for more. The simple vibration has Jungkook groaning, his hips bucking forward. You hadn’t even been aware of just how wet you are before Taehyung pointed it out but then you can feel it, pulsing out of you and dripping down the top of your inner thighs.

“But you need more, don’t you?” Taehyung asks. “How about my cock? Will you let me fuck you, baby girl?”

You nod eagerly, the simple question exciting you even more. Taehyung chuckles and leans down to press a kiss to the arch of your back.

“But you’ll have to be good and keep pleasuring Jungkook too, okay?” Taehyung says.

You hum in response and swallow around Jungkook as if to tell both boys that you have no plans on stopping. Jungkook twitches inside you and scrunches his eyes shut.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” he grumbles. “Hurry up. Any time you touch her, she swallows. It feels so good.”

Taehyung snickers but he takes his time. He runs his fingers up and down your folds until you’re moaning needily against Jungkook. You look over your shoulder to see Taehyung’s fingers wrapped around his own hardened and pulsating erection, pumping himself a few times as he stares at you carefully. He positions himself behind you and takes the chance to run his tip and length along your folds. You whimper suddenly, hoping your desperate noises will spur him on.

“You want more, baby?” Taehyung asks.

You hum again, your voice muffled and hoarse.

“Okay,” he sighs. “Only because you’ve been so good.”

You have no time to brace yourself from the sudden impact of feelings. He doesn’t do much except for push himself into you, past your folds. It’s only just the tip and yet your heart jolts in your chest, the coil in your stomach tightens. It feels so good to finally have something of larger girth in you that you gap, simultaneously sinking down further onto Jungkook. The two boys grunt above you, both of them panting hard.

“You feel so good, baby,” Taehyung mumbles. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

He leans down to press a kiss against your shoulder, his other hand coming up to rest on the dip of your lower back to guide you. He slowly, so very slowly, pushes himself into you, inch by inch, so you can feel the way he stretches you open, feel the way he buries into you. Your leaking arousal only proves to be of an advantage, letting him easily push into you without any trouble. Your fingers grip the bed sheets beneath you in an ironclad grip and you squeak when he’s finally buried hilt deep within you. You nearly gag around Jungkook again, who’s still panting and writhing above you, but the way Taehyung’s tongue marks patterns into your shoulder comforts you. You whine against Jungkook, pushing your hips back for more and the simplicity of your action has Taehyung’s breath hitching in his throat.

“So warm,” he grunts and then sighs against your back. “You always feel so amazing.”

He still hasn’t moved and you’re beginning to grow impatient, distraught over the feeling of him rock hard inside you but unmoving. You debate pulling apart from Jungkook to yell at Taehyung but you assume he can understand your haste judging by the way your body writhes beneath him, your fingers clench into fists. He pulls out in one languid movement, his breath stuttering, until only his tip is left before he pushes himself back in, equally as slow. He sets at a steady, easy pace that, at the very least, lets you grasp onto some sensible thoughts and pushes you to keep pleasing Jungkook. Jungkook can’t take it anymore; he starts rutting his hips up into your mouth with gritted teeth. It’s a hot, erotic mess of mingled moans and groans but you never want it to stop ━ in fact, you want more.

“You like that, baby?” Taehyung grunts.

You nod hurriedly, humming in response.

“Ah, fuck━” Taehyung groans. “Want it harder?”

You nod once more, this time eagerly. When Taehyung pulls back one more time, he slams himself back into you without any warning and you jerk forward, sinking down onto Jungkook. The younger boy moans, his head lolling back as his fingers twisting in your hair. You don’t expect Taehyung to do the same thing again, pull out slowly and then push himself back in with more force, but he does, and he repeats the action again and again until he abandons it for a whole new pace. Soon, he’s thrusting into you hard and fast but always making sure his hips reconnect with yours before pulling out so you can feel him practically in your throat.

“Like being fucked like this?” Taehyung asks. “You like being used like a little slut?”

His thrusts are relentless suddenly, jerking your body and back and forth until he’s fucking you in a way that has you sucking off Jungkook just right so that you hardly have to put in any effort. Although his hard thrusts feel amazing, each time you’re pushed forward, you sink further down onto Jungkook unwillingly and that, paired with the way Jungkook frantically fucks himself into your mouth, you nearly gag each time as he hits the back of your throat, drool pooling at your lips and dribbling down your chin. Tears prick at your eyes from the feeling and it’s too pleasing to quit, to pull away from Jungkook just yet. Jungkook’s staring down at you when he notices your scrunched up face. You’re surprised when his hand finds your cheek, his thumb brushing reassuringly into your cheekbone.

“You’re doing so━ ah, fuck━ so well, baby,” he rasps.

You can taste the saltiness of precum on the tip of your tongue and you wonder how close he is. You have no qualms in finishing him off then and there but soon the pleasure you’re receiving from Taehyung becomes too much. Soon, he’s hitting you at an angle that shakes something in you. You pull apart from Jungkook with a loud pop, saliva and cum coating his length and your lips, and a gasp wretches from your throat.

“Fuck!” You cry hoarsely. “Ah, T-Taehyung!”

You’re too weak to push yourself up and end up burying your head in Jungkook’s lower abdomen, feeling the heat consume you. You’re near numb, senseless, as you let Taehyung ravish your body, fuck you hard into the mattress and Jungkook. It’s a frantic build up, an intense wave of emotions that you seem to pass through, and you can hardly bring yourself to react. All you can hear is the sound of moaning and skin against skin and the heat seems to make its way up to your head, making you warm and fuzzy. Jungkook gently pulls at your face, lifting you up and bringing you to him so that he can smash his lips onto yours and all you can taste is bitter liquor, you, and him, but that doesn’t stop him from sucking on your lower lip even when you pull apart to moan and gasp.

“T-Tae,” You sob. “Fuck, Tae, I━I’m c━close━”

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he murmurs. “Let me hear you.”

You shake your head frantically at the sensitive sting between your legs still raw from your orgasm from Jungkook, shutting your eyes. Taehyung’s hands find their way onto your hips and he pulls you down his length until you’re balls deep and pauses. He lifts your hips and you can feel him twitch inside you that it even makes your own thighs tremble and shake. You’re sure you’ll collapse on him if he doesn’t hold onto you and he must realize this too because he grips your hips tight to continue thrusting into you. Soon you’re tumbling towards your high. Taehyung’s pumps are frantic, growing sloppy with each passing second, as he pushes you to yours and his high. The coil snaps in your stomach again and you’re in a moment of freefall where you’re stunned by the wave of pleasure. Then, Taehyung is bringing you back down to reality with his hard thrusts, the way he moans, and the lewd wet sounds of him pumping himself into you.

“Ah, T-Tae━” You whimper. “So good, fuck━”

His name falls from your lips in a repeated mantra. You crumble beneath him, collapsing entirely against Jungkook, who’s brushing your hair away from your face. You’re shaking with each touch, your walls pulsing around Taehyung and clenching hard. He moans and curses behind you and you know he must be close to his high because he, too, is fumbling for it. His thrusts are even more hasty and soon he’s reaching his climax. His moans increase in volume and his thrusts become sloppier until he finally pulls his cock from your walls and nearly collapses against your back.

With his hand clenched tightly around his shaft, he jerks himself off until he’s releasing onto your back in white hot spurts. He’s panting hard, sweat coating his forehead, but he takes the time to press chaste kisses along your back and shoulders as the two of you attempt to calm your shrill hearts. It’s silent in the room for a moment despite your panting breaths. Taehyung takes a moment to grab his discarded shirt and wipe at the mess he’s made before he collapses next to you at long last with a huff of air. You moan wearily, rolling off of Jungkook to lay on your back between the two.

“God, you’re amazing,” Taehyung sighs.

You giggle up at the boy and lean towards him to kiss. His fingers rake in your hair and a few silent seconds pass before you’re nearly back to an even breathing pace. That’s when you notice Jungkook, his hand gripped tightly around his still painfully hard dick.

“Jungkook,” You pur his name, catching his attention. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” he quips.

“It’s your turn,” Taehyung points out. Jungkook glances at Taehyung and then down at you, quirking an eyebrow.

“W-Well, I just thought━” Jungkook stammers. “I just thought you’ve had enough. It’s okay, you don’t have to.”

“I call bullshit again,” You scoff.

“Baby girl,” Taehyung hums, “do you want Jungkookie to fuck you?”

You nod eagerly but Jungkook doesn’t seem too convinced, or maybe he’s hesitant. Taehyung’s eyeing him closely, curiously, before he gaps. He bursts out into a fit of chuckles, earning both yours and Jungkook’s attention.

“Shit, of course,” Taehyung grins. “He’s probably gonna let go the minute he’s in you. You’re close, hm?”

“Only because she’s already been down on me,” Jungkook grumbles.

“You know that’s not it,” Taehyung replies. “You’ve been wanting this forever.”

Jungkook’s eyes suddenly darken as he glares at the older boy. “Taehyung.”

“Wait, what?” You ask, turning to gawk at both.

“Jungkook has a little crush on you,” Taehyung smirks. “This is all he’s ever wanted. I bet he’ll bust a nut the second he fucks you and he’s embarrassed.”

You gasp as you turn to face Jungkook who looks entirely disgruntled but you’re more shocked about the fact that Jungkook likes you than anything else. Jungkook, notoriously arrogant fuckboy, who’s seemingly made it his mission to give you a headache every waking moment by trying to flirt with you. And maybe you’ve always sort of known it; maybe you’ve always sort of felt the same.

“That’s not true!” Jungkook protests. “I━I━ Well, Tae hardly finishes when he’s with another girl. He’s jacked off to the thought of you before, too━”

Taehyung starts. “Fuck off━”

You’re stuck between the bickering boys, staring up at both of them with a dumbfounded expression. Before either boy can strangle the other, you’re speaking up and interrupting them.

“I don’t mind,” You say. “I’m just… surprised.”

Both boys are silent now, aggravated probably, and you giggle. You reach up to rake your fingers in Taehyung’s hair and then look up at Jungkook, using your other hand to grab onto his chin once more and force him to face you.

“Come here, you idiot,” You drawl. “I want you to fuck me. Wanna feel your dick.”

Jungkook seems taken aback but then his eyes are sweeping down your body and he writhes in his seat. Before he can protest, you’re pulling him down onto you to kiss. It’s passionate and rough but hot altogether as your lips smack against one anothers. Jungkook’s desperate situation seems to hit him again, especially when you snake one of your hands down to his length and wrap your fingers around him to jerk him off. He pulls apart from you, gulping.

“Fuck, okay, okay,” he gasps. “I need to be in you right now, please.”

You and Taehyung smirk as Jungkook shifts around on the bed to kneel between your legs. He pauses, glancing up at you once more and noting the way you bite your lower lip seductively, before finally pushing himself in. He goes slow, but not as gradual as Taehyung. You can still feel him stretching you open and he groans. He seems to slide the rest of the way in with a lewd squelch sound because of just how wet you are and then he’s buried balls deep, fitting so snug within you.

“Holy shit,” he whines. “You weren’t kidding, Tae. She feels amazing.”

Taehyung hums in agreement. “What does she feel like? Let her know, Kookie.”

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut momentarily to focus. “Wet,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “Warm, tight ━ fuck, so tight.”

He marvels at the feeling, wonders how you can still clench so tightly around him despite being stretched wide by Taehyung. He bows his head to rest in the crook of your neck and moans. His words are enough to spur on your own reaction and you whimper against him.

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook━”

The sensitivity you feel in your core met with his hard cock makes you cringe but simultaneously pleases you and you’re bucking your hips for more. He groans at the feeling, his hands flying down to grip your hips. He’s big, stretching you wide, but you feel anything but pain except for the sharp burning sensation as the intensity of your past orgasms start to hit you. He rolls his hips back and then thrusts into you so hard that you yelp and jerk back on the bed.

“Go easy on her, Jungkook,” Taehyung admonishes. “She’s not a doll.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook sighs, nipping at your throat. “You just feel so good, Y/N.”

“I’m okay,” You reassure. You feel his length twitch within you and your head lolls back. “Fuck, I feel more than okay.”

“Can we try something?” Taehyung asks.

He receives two weak nods in response. Jungkook pauses, shifts the two of you until he’s on his back and you’re straddling his hips, his dick never once slipping from your core. The older boy grabs onto you and yanks you onto his hips.

“What do you say we give Y/N the pleasure she deserves?” he asks. He pushes his length past your folds and is rewarded by the sound of your moans as your jaw unhinges. “Think you can handle both of us, baby?”

“Fuck, yes,” You gasp.

Jungkook seems just as enticed by this. He’s careful as he pushes his cock into you and your reaction is explosive. With Taehyung already stretching you wide, you wonder how Jungkook will fit but it’s snug and perfect. You can feel him stretching you further, inch by glorious inch, and he hasn’t even begun moving when your walls clench around the two of them. Taehyung hisses in your ear and Jungkook pauses at once, sputtering for air, giving you time to adjust. When Jungkook pushes himself further into your cunt, rubbing against Taehyung’s cock and your own walls, you can’t help the delicious moan that falls from your lips.

“Oh my god,” You whimper. “Fuck, fuck, that feels so fucking good━”

It’s such a sticky, hot mess, and all you can hear is the sound of guttural moans and grunts. You jut your hips forward, a silent plea for something more. Jungkook’s hand grasps at your ass and then he’s pulling out. He growls suddenly, thrusting his hips forward and the sensation suddenly overwhelms you. As he picks up a pace that leaves you breathless, Taehyung slowly thrusts into you and the pleasure becomes too much. Your hands reach out to grab at anything, fingers digging eagerly into Jungkook’s chest, Taehyung’s sides.

“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook grunts. His face is scrunched in pleasure and concentration, his mouth hanging open.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Taehyung growls. “You like being stretched wide like this, huh? Such a good girl too. Fuck━”

He’s sweating, but so are you, and all you can hear is the sound of yours and the boys’ moans, the vulgar wet slap with each thrust Jungkook makes. It’s only amplified with each small leisurely thrust Taehyung makes into your throbbing pussy, his dick rubbing against Jungkook’s with each thrust. Your walls tighten around Jungkook and Taehyung as the seconds pass and you know you’re already close to your third orgasm of the night but you try to hold off despite the room spinning. All you can do is lay there for Jungkook to ravish and control, for Taehyung to enjoy, too caught up in the moment. Your breasts bounce wildly with each thrust Jungkook makes and his gaze seems fixated on your chest before flickering down to watch himself disappear inside you each time. Taehyung is raking his fingers through your hair, soothing you through your next climax and it’s close.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses, panting hard. “I’m not gonna last.”

You push your hips forward as if to probe him on and he growls.

“No, shit, let me enjoy this, baby,” he whines. “Ah, so tight━”

He’s grumbling to himself, cursing under his breath and you smirk tiredly. Jungkook leans his head down to kiss at your chest, catching one of your nipples in his warm mouth. His tongue swishes back and forth over the perked bud and your chest arches into his face. Your fingers are clutching tight at his hair even as he obeys and adds more force with each thrust, slowly picking up his pace. His mouth widens and he sinks lower on your breast, humming against you in pleasure. Taehyung’s own pace quickens. It’s not as relentless as Jungkook’s but he makes sure to help aid you to your high, ramming his hips into yours until both their cocks slip into a seamless pattern. All you can focus on is the crude wetness, the way their dicks threaten to slip from your hold at how sloppy and wrecked your cunt becomes.

“Ah, yes,” You hiss. “Fuck, yes, yes━ So good, oh my god━ Right there━”

Your voice is cut off by a loud moan. You feel the familiar wave hit you once more and this time you hardly have any strength to fight it off or welcome it.

“I can’t━” You wail suddenly. “Fuck, I can’t━ I’m gonna cum━”

You’re fumbling for words to warn him that you’re close before you’re cuming around them. Their names wrench from your throat in no discernible pattern, accompanied by vulgar curses. Your body writhes between the two boys, your chest arching into his mouth, your legs tightening around Jungkook’s waist.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Jungkook coos. “Come on, wanna feel you cream all over us━”

Stars form behind your eyelids and explode into galaxies as they swirl down your spine and to the tip of your toes, making them and your fingers curl in delight. Your vision grows blurry and tears stream down your face at the build up of pressure finally being released for the third time and you can’t help it when your mantra turns into delighted sobs and whimpers. You’re clenched so tight that Jungkook feels as if he hardly has any space to move and the confinement of his length has him gasping. He pulls apart from your breast to watch your scrunched up face with hooded eyes. He moans again, and desperately leans down to suck at your jawline.

You’re too spent to keep up with him or Taehyung as he helps you further to your high but you know Jungkook is close when his thrusts become messy, quick spurts. You gasp each time he thrusts up into you until he’s finally cuming.

“Shit,” he hisses. “Gonna cum━ Gonna let us fill you up, baby?”

“Please, please, wanna feel it,” You mewl.

He slams his hips into yours and stills for a moment as he releases into you in one hot wave and emits a beautiful moan of your name. You’re panting hard even as he rides out both your highs with a few more incredibly sloppy pumps before he finally collapses against your chest. The two of you are struggling to catch your breaths, your heart beating in your ears.

The room is silent, blissful, and it takes you a few moments of basking in it before you’ve regained your breath. Your fingers rake in Jungkook’s soft and sweaty hair and you hum in content. His mouth presses a few open mouthed and hot kisses along your neck and jawline before connecting with your own mouth. This time, the kiss is chaste and you smile against his lips before he’s pulling out of you. You moan at the missing feeling of his warmth and the way his own cum leaks from your core, down Taehyung’s cock, and your own thighs.

But Taehyung isn’t done. He thrusts up into you to ride out his own high, pushing Jungkook’s release back into you. His pace is steady, deep, and all you can both do is moan and gasp for air.

“Fuck, Tae,” You rasp tiredly. “Cum for me, baby.”

The boy gasps for air, nearly fumbling behind you to reach his high. “Gonna make this pussy mine. Fuuck━”

When Taehyung finally reaches his own high, it’s in another sticky stream of hot cum, each fluid mingling with the other in a pitiful mess. He pulls his slackened length from you and you whimper at sudden the loss, core and legs aching. As you slide onto the bed between the two tired and breathless boys, Jungkook wipes at your glistening core with a shirt and you sigh in content.

“Why haven’t we done that before?” You gasp, earning a chuckle from both. Jungkook lets out a boisterous laugh and you flick his arm. “If you say anything dumb, we’re never having a round two.”

“Round two?” he asks, wriggling his brows. “You want this to happen again?”

You nod, though you can already start to feel yourself succumb to sleep as it creeps upon you. “What do you think, Tae?”

“I think,” The older boy hums, “that’s your best idea yet.”

Jungkook seems surprised, excited even, and you smile sleepily. Taehyung throws his arm over your waist and pulls your back to his chest, wrapping you in his arms as he slips off to sleep. 

Before you fall asleep that night, you snake your arm up Jungkook’s chest and let your hand rest against his beating heart which you can still feel beating shrilly even long after your messy night together.

You awake to the familiar sound of your alarm.

It’s loud, annoying, and jolts you awake only to toss you into a haze of muddled confusion and an incredibly terrible hangover. Your head throbs and your body aches. Sunlight splashes in from the closed blinds and illuminates your face, making you squint.

“Turn that off, Jesus Christ, Y/N,” Taehyung snaps, his voice muffled and aggravated.

Your mind is too groggy to realize he’s sleeping next to you, too groggy to suddenly remember what happened the night before. Until, of course, you feel your limbs tangled with not only Taehyung’s but another’s. When you crane your neck to look, you see Jeon Jungkook splayed out beside you sleeping peacefully and you gasp.

The events of the night before suddenly flood your mind and everything is hazy up until your wild time with the two boys. Your muddled sober mind alerts your heart and suddenly it’s beating hard and fast in your chest as you register the situation. You’re used to waking up with a naked Taehyung by your side but never were you used to waking up next to a naked Taehyung and Jungkook.

Jungkook stirs in his sleep then and you curse silently, diving for your phone on the floor before realizing your drastic mistake. Your core is still tender and your legs feel so delicate, nearly caving in beneath you as you wobble precariously. Somehow, you manage to grab your phone and tap the snooze button hastily. Taehyung’s still half asleep on his side but Jungkook lays on his back and you’re surprised to see him looking up at you with a quirked eyebrow and a tiny smirk.

“Don’t you dare say anything,” You hiss. “Holy shit, that wasn’t a dream?”

You gnaw on your lower lip and reach down blindly to grab the nearest article of clothing on the floor (one of Taehyung’s shirts) to toss over your bare body. To soothe your aching muscles, you resort to kneeling on the edge of the bed.

“It wasn’t,” Taehyung murmurs.

“Nice to know you think our dicks are dream worthy though,” Jungkook snorts. “So when’s our round two?”

Your promise from the night before dawns on you all too suddenly and, though you feign your usual annoyance for both boys, the potential prospect of another night with the two of them thrills you to no end.  

“I━ I━” You stammer.

“Come back here, baby,” Taehyung muses. “It’s too early to be up right now. You can sleep a bit longer before you pretend you hate the both of us.”

Your eyes flicker down to your phone to check the time: 6 a.m. You can barely walk, let alone function this early in the morning, even without the added stress of your hangover, and sleep seems far too appealing to ignore. Maybe you can stay for a few more hours…

“Fine,” You grumble. You crawl back between them and wiggle around until you’re laying back on the bed. “But you’re making me that cup of coffee when I wake up, Taehyung.”

“Anything else, princess?” Taehyung grins.

“Maybe run me a bath too,” You wince as you settle back against the bed. “Everything hurts.”

“Will do,” Jungkook says. “Gotta do the most to make sure we get that second round. Now, come here━”

The boys snicker and, soon, the three of you have slipped back into a peaceful slumber.

You know that when you wake you’ll profusely deny that the night before and the morning after had ever happened; that you’ll never again find yourself in either Jungkook’s or Taehyung’s bed, much less with the both of them at the same time ━ but you find that you never really listen much to rules anyway.

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[monsterfloofs]

I’m not sure if you’ve written for trolls before

Wdyt about a troll courting a bookish girl in town?

Female Troll ( Agatha ) x Female Reader

(Whew! This story had eluded me for quite a spell, I had a hard time starting this, and I hope it’s not too corny XD I hope you love this badass gal hehe! )

You remember when you were younger, when you and your friends used to find music and tell each other songs that reminded you of each other. Or finding music you felt that best resonated with your soul at a particular time in your life. You would listen to it on repeat for days, putting your heart into your voice when you would sing them alone.

As you got older, the idea of thinking of quirky theme songs for others, was more of an occasional thought. But there was a figure that entered your life, that gave you such a strong impression you couldn’t help yourself. From the way they walked, from the way they talked. There was a song that dropped into your head instantaneously.

Bad to the Bone.

B-b-b-b-bad

B-b-b-b-b-bad

The swagger in her step, pointed ears with enough piercings to set off the metal detector in the modest local library. She was taller than an average human, a troll with wild raging hair that was messily pulled back into a ponytail. A sharp angular face, with a hooded brow that gave her a permanent glare. With a dark and well worn leather jacket covered in patches. One stood out the most, a large patch across the back with the head of a troll with x’s for eyes. Troll Hell, it read, emblazoned in large flaming letters.

You peek around the shelves almost dropping your books, and many of the normal library patrons seemed to share a similar gawking expression. Though, the face you made was more in awe than the more disapproving faces.

Bad to the Bone.

The strong lady with the lovely mint skin, suddenly became a library regular. And you could hear that motorcycle coming from a mile away. Sounding more like it was charging into battle than coming to quietly read in peace and quiet.

You passed her out the door one day and made the mistake of watching her for a moment too long. Piercing eyes glance in your direction and she cracks a cheeky smile. You jerk your head, burying your face in your newly borrowed books and hurry a little faster out the door. As you walk around your car to hop inside, you notice the beast of a motorcycle parked beside your parking space. Cherry red and black, polished and glittering.

- - -

That was then, you thought, your hands wrapped her waist as you close your eyes tightly. You could barely hear anything over the roar of the motorcycle and the wind rushing in your ears. Pressed against the warm leather jacket and letting yourself being carried along to work.

You knew the folks at the library were going to stare.

Good for them, you thought.

[wilders-girl]

Gilded City- Part One

Pairing: Pattinson!Batman x fem!reader

Rating: Mature, PG-13 type violence

Warnings: Detailed descriptions of violence, mild gore, profanity, implied drug use, reader is a sex worker I guess, also no use of y/n

Word count: 1457

A/n: this is super like. Artistic and self indulgent... I totally got carried away in a drabble so there's minimal plot sry hehe ,,, anyways!! I hope you enjoy!!!

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I hesitantly walked through the door, preparing for the neverending war that awaited me outside the comfort of my apartment. I put so much trust in the weathered old thing. For a city that was constituted of danger, violence and filth, I had to rely on something. It wasn’t half bad when looking at what surrounded it. 

    I pulled the jacket tighter around my body, it was going to be a long, cold night. Clutching my duffel bag, I adjusted my hair and put my hood up to step out of the refuge of the veranda.

    It was raining. But it’s always raining in Gotham City.

—

Every day is the same. Same weather, same customers, same coworkers, same shit. You’d think I’d get bored of it, living the same day over and over again. But the truth is, it brings me some sense of comfort, knowing that every day will be the same. I don’t take well to change. But sometimes, change is necessary to achieve something greater.

It got to be too much for Selina. She left town shortly before the Iceberg went under. Who can blame her, really? The layers of deception, betrayal and corruption run deep in the veins of the elite in this city. 

But look at who’s in power. 

There is a disease running through this city, and I’ve begun to think it’s terminal. It will rip itself apart until it has nothing left to destroy. It will ooze into the cracks of anything that used to be right or just and consume it. This dilapidated shithole will have moved on to something worse than death. 

But I think there could be a glimmer of light breaking through the permanent night the clouds offer the city. Not a cure to the disease by any means, but something harsher, more brutal to fight the ruthlessness of the disease. The dictionary definition of cruelty. Something like a searing hot iron to cauterize the angry, infected sores created by evil. 

Something downright sadistic. Vengeance. The Batman.

He’s not an angel. He's no “superhero”. But he’s the one. He’s the savior and curse of Gotham at the same time. Bringing the rats out into the light to burn as they deserve. 

I was honestly not entirely convinced he was real. I saw the victims of his heinous acts on the news, but not him. For a man who does so much for the community, you’d think he’d do more to be a part of it. But that would paint a big target on his back, wouldn’t it? And he wouldn’t want that. 

I like to imagine what he’s like under that mask. What kind of life does he lead outside of his little “hobby”? How does he balance his two halves? Does he balance them at all? What keeps him from the temptation of turning into the scum he fights? Where does he draw the line?

The Batman is something else entirely. Sometimes I can’t imagine he’s a man at all, rather, something of a cautionary tale. A ghost story to put fear in the hearts of those who think they can rule the world.

—

I stepped through the back door of the club, flashing the bouncer my ID.

“Hey, Jinx.” He spoke gruffly.

I waved behind me, not bothering to give him my full attention. 

I only work on club weekdays. Monday through Thursday. I don’t necessarily need the money anymore, but I’ve been working this job since I did. Things just don’t change here.

Walking into the dressing room, I set my bag down with a sigh. I sat down, checking my watch: 8:15. I had a couple hours before I went out on stage. 

“Hey! Good to see you here a little less early, Jinx.” One of the other girls, “Angel”, smiled and briefly hugged me before setting up at her own station.

I took the opportunity to put my earbuds in and stare at the mirror, not recognizing who looked back. I chose this life, but it’s treated me harshly. I had a future before I came to Gotham, but I don’t like to think about that anymore. This is who I am now.

One of the bulbs in my vanity mirror was dimming. I rotated it a bit both ways, and it squeaked before flickering bright again.

I finally brushed through my hair, brushing any stray pieces behind my ears before pinning them back to begin my makeup. Out of my periphery, I saw two other girls walk in, but they only waved. The girls know not to talk to me when I’m doing my makeup. Those 30 minutes are when I walk the line of knowledge and freedom. Liberation and release.

Meticulous as it is, it’s when I truly become who I’m expected to be. I completely obscure who I was upon entering and replace her with someone more suited for her environment. I don’t work as myself, I work as Jinx. She is a part of me, but she is apart from me. 

I sweep my signature purple eyeshadow across my lids, then precisely wing my eyeliner. I’m almost gone now. 

As I apply my jewelry and begin to stretch, I’ve completely transitioned into someone else. The nights are a blur when she’s there. She knows exactly what to say, what moves to do, when to flash smiles and when to wink. She is a perfect product of her environment. She was programmed to entertain, and only that. So it is, so she shall, and so it must be.

—

I shouldn’t emerge at night. It should be her, not me. Even leaving the club, I let her take me home. She can sweet-talk her way out of any trouble, so I let her. I shouldn’t be there at night. But tonight, I was.

I began to regain consciousness as myself as I walked through the back door of the club. I felt my stomach churn as I walked past the usual instigators, expecting the worst at every turn.

I made it the first block or so without running into any trouble. I was about to sigh in relief  and thank God for sparing me until I saw a group of intoxicated men a little ways ahead in my path. I had to take a detour. This led me into a narrow, dark alley that I wouldn’t have gone in during broad daylight. This might have been my biggest mistake. 

The men followed me into the alley. I heard their slurred speech behind me, crude remarks and laughter echoing off the mildew and brick. I felt my fight-or-flight kick in. I knew I was not making it out of here alive. Or worse, I was. 

I decided to fight. I knew I couldn’t run away, so I decided I wasn’t going down without a fight.

I heard their obnoxious voices gradually get closer to me. I reached for the switchblade in my boot, stancing and dropping my bag when I felt their rank presences around me. I was no longer afraid to die.

One of them reached out to twirl my hair between his fingers, and I sliced his wrist open, staring him in the eyes as he screamed out in agony.

My moment of happiness didn’t last long. I was kicked to the ground and beaten. I got some slashes into one man’s ankle, distracting him until I cut through his achilles tendon, making him fall over.

Two others grabbed my hands, pinned me down and tried to tear my clothes off. I was snarling, shrieking and trying to stab the man closest to my right hand. 

I freed my hand and almost got to sink my blade into the man’s neck before I was kicked in the ribs by the one with a slit wrist. I screamed, almost blacking out due to the pain. 

I lost hearing in my left ear as my head got kicked, and I coughed out blood. The world was spinning and my vision was going foggy. 

I was almost gone.

The last thing I saw before I blacked out was a shadow coming from the darkness to my left, his boots clinking ominously with each step he took. I vaguely saw some of the men cursing and running away, with about half standing and challenging him.

The shadow didn’t accelerate. Not even when one of the men pulled out a gun.

I saw a bright flash. He’d tried to shoot him. I would have laughed if I wasn’t dying in some conspicuous alley. 

My vision finally gave way and my hearing succumbed not long after. But not before I got to hear the tortured howls and cracking bones of the men who had wronged me. 

God wouldn’t offer me retribution. Neither would the law, or the government, or any normal person. 

But he did. 

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I hope u enjoyed this, everyone! I'm excited to share this story with you and I hope you are interested in where it will go!! Stay safe and have a good evening/day 💖

[miyuwuki]

so nice to see an active knb blog hehe not sure if you write for kasamatsu but!! we all know he's the shy type around girls, but in my head he's VERY confident around his girlfriend,, would you be willing to write an nsfw one shot about this kasamatsu 😩

I ADORE KASAMATSU I CANNOT WAIT TO WRITE THIS EEEEEE

warnings: nsfw stuff. sex, oral, etc. minors dni (18+)

kasamatsu yukio x reader

conviction for you

everyone wondered how you got with kasamatsu; the man who was solely terrified of women and avoided interacting with them at every cause. he would even struggle talking to the female teachers and get kise to speak to them instead just because his jitters were that much more powerful than him. but you’ve admired kasamatsu for a while, and you knew all he needed was a little opening up to, and fortunately you were that person for him.

at first he didn’t even look your way, too afraid to seem like a fool in front of you. but you kept bothering him everyday, and as he grew more and more comfortable with you, it took all his guts and pride to ask you out. of course you said yes, but the school was even more surprised than you were. kasamatsu with a girl? please. kise couldn’t believe it either but he was so happy for his captain. but something was rather odd ever since you two became a couple; although kasamatsu was still nervous around girls, his confidence level was to the max with you. when you were talking to your friends, he would come up to you and kiss your forehead before heading to his class. after basketball practices, he would hug you in front of his team, not even the slightest bit fazed. and when he spoke to you, there were no signs of stutters or jitters anymore— just normal kasamatsu.

honestly you were quite content with his confidence around you. it just means he trusts you that much, and he was willing to walk the extra mile for you. to make things even better, it turned you on, and he took advantage of that.

which is why you were on your knees taking down kasamatsu’s cock.

“mm, can you take it down even deeper y/n?” kasamatsu grunted, getting a good grip on your hair. “i know you can.”

you gripped onto his thighs tighter and went down until the tip of your nose was touching his neatly trimmed hairs. he groaned, feeling the tightness at the back of your throat, his cock throbbing against it. “shit.. y/n. i’m gonna move.”

when it came to sexuality in the beginning of your guys’ relationship, kasamatsu was still nervous about making the first move. he was scared of making you uncomfortable or hurting you; but with each minute passing, he was unable to hold himself back, craving you in every single way. well, you weren’t complaining— no one knew this side of him but you.

kasamatsu thrusted into your mouth which made tears form in the corner of your eyes. your eyes rolled back, focusing on the feeling of his cock, trying to swallow more of him. you enjoyed that feeling, and you didn’t want it to end. you started to moan each time his tip touched your throat, which sent vibrations through kasamatsu. grunts and moans only left his lips, with a few of your name in between. “i’m gonna cum in your mouth, y/n..” you nodded, exciting to feel his warm seed fill your lips. with one final thrust, he pulled out, leaving only his tip in your mouth and shot his warm juices into it. you moaned louder, milking out every single drop and swallowing it all at once. kasamatsu panted, coming down from his high and massaged your scalp after. “that was amazing.” you looked up at him and smiled, leaving your lips on his cock, hesitant to let go. he pulled you up and placed a firm kiss and slowly pushed you down on his bed, pinning your hands above your head.

you grinned at your boyfriend, admiring how comfortable he was with you and happy whenever you guys were together like this. “what?” he asked.

“i remember when you couldn’t look me in the eye when we started high school.” you said, tracing out his facials with your eyes.

he chuckled and dipped down to your ear, “is it bad to be proud because of someone like you?” then further nibbled on it, soft breaths escaping your mouth as it was a sensitive spot for you. you turned your head to the side, indicating that you wanted him to move to your neck which he did, sucking and biting on your flesh. you can start to feel your hood getting heated and damp down there, making your lust growing by the second. kasamatsu noticed and with one hand, he pulled down your under garments half way and slowly rubbed your lower lips with his fingers. you shivered, feeling the calluses on his hands hit your wet walls.

“yukio,” you breathed, trying to grind down to get more friction. “more..”

he brought his fingers up and licked them, smirking at your neediness. he went down, slowly rubbing at your entrance with his own, whispering, “i’m going to make you feel so good.” and with that, he pushed forward, going slow so you can adjust.

“don’t worry,” kasamatsu groaned halfway, “the pain will be over soon.” and eventually, his entire cock was buried in your folds, staying there for a while to enjoy the warmth of your insides.

“move, yukio.” you mumbled, heavily needing the friction. you didn’t have to say anything more as he slowly began to rut into you over and over again. the room was filled with your names and the skin slapping against each other, the sounds getting wetter and wetter each time. kasamatsu sped up the pace and continuously hit that sweet little spot in the midst of your walls, making you see stars in his dark room.

“keep hitting there,” you moaned, gripping on his bedsheets to keep you in reality. “it feels so good.” this drove him mad, you praising him as he grasped your hips and pounded into you, watching his cock disappear in and out. his movements never faltered and even switched to a different angle, until you felt that build up forming in your stomach; the feeling was so tingly you knew it was gonna be a good one.

“i’m gonna cum, yukio,”

“let’s cum together.”

and so, both of your names left each other’s mouth, your climaxes both hitting each other at the same time. he went down to kiss you, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you both calmed down from your highs. a long whine escaped your lips as he pulled out.

“that was so good,” you said, rubbing his sweaty back. he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. “of course, anything for you.”

“can you do me a favour though?”

“hm?”

“i need you to give my notes to yui-chan tomorrow. i have some things to do.”

you laughed as kasamatsu tensed up in your arms, nervous to be giving notes to a girl.

“y-you do it, dummy!”

oh boy i’m not sure if this is what you expected so i’m sorry shdjdjd but i hope you enjoy! i love kasamatsu

[thefanficmonster]

Time And Time Again

Dream x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Romance, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Basically a rundown of some of the most recent cute moments brought to you by the most adorable will-they-won’t-they couple: Y/N and Dream.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request, it really made my day when I received it! I hope I captured what you wanted and what you had in mind in the fic and I hope you enjoy the read! This is my first time writing for Dream so I hope I don’t mess it up hehe. Love, Vy ❤

“I don’t wanna go in the cave!“ Y/N squeals in terror when she realizes that in order to make progress in the game and continue moving onward with the story, she has to walk Blake through the dark, dingy and danger-ridden cave in Outlast 2. The gang’s all there with her on a Discord call to keep her company, knowing she’s a scaredy cat underneath that tough girl exterior. And being the scaredy cat she is while also having a preference for horror games has made Friday nights very interesting for her and her friends: her, Clay, George and Sapnap sit on a Discord server while she streams whatever horror game she had planned for the evening to her close to her thousands of viewers. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N! I’ll come with you, imma hold your hand the whole time.“ Clay volunteers wholeheartedly without a second to waste.

Much to his disappointment, however, Y/N’s reply to that is: “Not until you go wash off all that cheeto dust that’s all over your fingers.“

Clay gasps dramatically, “How DARE you? I offer you help and comfort and this is the thanks I get? I hope one of those heretics in teaches you a lesson!”

While the pair are now in a full-on ‘heated’ dispute on their manners and politeness, bringing back things they did wrong as far back as three years ago, George and Sapnap are just connecting the dots silently.

“Wait, Y/N...“ George is the one to finally speak up, “How’d you know he’s eating cheetos?”

Taking a momentary break from the bickering, Y/N reassumes her more sweet tone of voice as he addresses him, “He freaking raided my cabinets and has eaten all my snacks already! He’s only been here for two hours, damn it!”

“Don’t make it sound like I inhaled a mountain of snacks in two hours! You literally had only two bags of snacks - meant for one person, mind you!“ Clay argues back, neither him nor Y/N realizing that this accidental outing will send their fandoms in a fit.

Of course, people hang out at their friends’ all the time, nothing weird there. This wouldn’t have been such a big deal to anyone if Sapnap didn’t say:

“How come Clay has the privilege of coming over to place and George and I don’t?“

Oh boy...

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“Hi everyone! I know you guys couldn’t care less for an intro so Imma get right into it...“ Y/N says, all seemingly in one breath, “You see this masked man next to me? This tree of a man right here? Yes? Good, well judging by that poorly made cardboard mask he’s wearing - curtsey of yours truly - you probably already know who he is. If not, meet Dream, aka Clay, aka the raincloud above my parade.“

That specific laugh echoes throughout the room as the said tree-of-a-man wraps an arm around the significantly smaller girl’s shoulders, pulling her closer till their sides collide, “She loves me, trust me, she does.”

“Only when you bring me food though.“ She corrects him, wiggling his shoulders to see if she could set herself free from his grip but relaxing in his embrace when she realizes she won’t be going anywhere unless he willingly lets her go.

Clay tilts his head to the side to look at her through the holes poked into the mask before lifting his free arm to reveal the plastic bag he’s been holding all this time. “Oh, well then I wonder what I’ve got over here...”

“Oh my God, Panda Express! You’re the best, Clay.“ She squeals, grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie and pulling him down while she simultaneously pushes up on her toes to place a kiss on his cheek which is a tiny bit exposed to her between the mask and the hood he’s got over his head.

Before the man could even recover, he finds himself empty handed, having lost the girl and having lost the bag of food to the girl.

That kiss was worth it though.

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“Ok, so I’ve seen this ‘my girlfriend does my makeup’ challenge going around and since I’m single as all hell, I got my best friend Y/N here to do my makeup.“ Clay points to Y/N who’s holding a makeup bag in one hand and is giving him a very disappointed look, “Judging by the look on her face, she’s not at all impressed but I promise to make her a bit more excited to be here in editing.“

“Of course I’m unimpressed, this is the troll video of troll videos!“ She complains, throwing her arms up, “Sure I’ll do your makeup and get a kick out of it myself but none of them will see it!“ She points to the camera, “None of them will know what amazing makeup artist skills I’ve got.“

This leaves Clay speechless for a moment, uncertain of how to reply to her statement before just deciding to say: “Well, at least you’ll be getting a kick out of it, that’s all that matters to me.”

“Aww...“ Y/N bats her eyelashes at the camera as her bottom lip forms an emotional pout, “Please don’t be so sweet to me after I just verbally kicked your ass. You always do that and make me feel like the meanest person in the world.“

“Aww Y/N, I’m so sorry.“ He says, sounding genuinely apologetic as he wraps his arms around the girl that’s tiny in comparison to him, bringing her closer to him with his tight hug.

“YOU’RE DOING IT AGAIN!“

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“Hey Clay, I bought lunch on the way so I hope you’re-” Walking into her friend’s recording room abruptly, Y/N finds herself face to face with his webcam, the light next to which is glowing, suggesting the device is on and she’s currently on the screens of the thousands of people watching Dream’s stream. His mask is on - the one she made for him - of course, but she can still feel the aura of him smiling, relieving her of the worry that he’ll be irritated by her walking in like that - unannounced and without knocking. To be fair, they never announced to one another when they’d be stopping by and by this point in their friendship they have also stopped knocking too. “You’re streaming, huh?”

“Yup!“ The word is said in such a teasing manner she almost allows herself to blush, “What you got there tho?“

“Chipotle.“ She answers shortly, “And I’m starving so can we please turn your stream into a Mukbang?“ She furrows her brows as she inspects what’s on his computer screen, looking at a comment section instead of the usual screen of a game she’s used to seeing. “What are you doing, anyway?“

Looking back at his screen for a brief moment before turning back to her, Clay replies, “Oh, just reading mean comments, as one does to boost their self-esteem.”

The flash of anger he sees on Y/N’s face is most certainly not what he was inspecting to see. Mockery, yes. Humor, yes. Faux sympathy followed by some mean comments of her own, definitely. But he anger he did not see coming at all.

“Who’s talking shit about you? I’ll end them!“ Putting the plastic bag of delicious food aside, forgetting all about it in the process, Y/N grabs a chair and drags it over next to Clay’s so she too can look at his screen.

And that boy has never felt so much adoration for his best friend. Their fans - and especially their shippers - would’ve lost it if they had been able to see the look he was giving her.

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(back to the ‘girlfriend/best friend does my makeup vid’)

“Ok, so what kind of look do you want me to give you?“ Y/N asks as she sits down on the stool in front of Clay, her makeup products placed on the dining table which is to her right.

“You ask me as though I know what I want.“ Clay laughs, the sticker of his mask floating above his face, following his movements as to keep his features hidden, “Just do the look you do on yourself everyday. It looks really cute on you, who knows, I might be able to pull it off too.“

“Sure thing.“ She smiles at her friend’s compliment, “Just stand still, ok?“

“Yes, ma’am.“

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“Y/N, no! Stop!“ Clay warns her via the Discord call while the two are streaming Minecraft together alone for once, “Not another word!“

“But I really do feel bad!“ Y/N whines in response, “Why don’t you allow me to apologize?“

“Because there’s nothing to apologize for!“ He says, clearly done with the conversation, “I willingly gave you my jacket, you didn’t ask for it.“

“And now you’ve got a cold because of it!“ She continues arguing her case, “The least I can do is come over to take care of you.“

“I don’t need a pity nurse, thank you very much.“ Clay bites back, “But your company would be nice. Though I don’t want you to catch whatever cold I have.“

“I’d catch any cold for you, Clay.“ She replies teasingly - with a ton of honesty underneath that teasing.

Honesty both her and Clay are aware of. As well as the mob of people watching their streams right now.

                                                             ~  ~  ~ And so the snowball effect continues with little moments sprinkled throughout their online presences that make the snowball of shipping get bigger and bigger. Every now and then, both Y/N and Clay let little bits of their true adoration and admiration for the other slip through. And time and time again do those moments send their fans in a frenzy. 

Rightfully so.

@kia-isabelle

[girlgrouptrash101]

Yena (IZ*ONE) as Your Girlfriend

Request: “can i request iz*one's yena as your girlfriend please 👉🏻👈🏻 thank you 🥺”

A/N: took a lil break from studying to write for a bit, ( i hope this all makes sense, i’m really freaking sleepy rn yall T-T )

- C

Choi Yena - is she an idol or a stand up comedian? i guess we’ll truly never know

her bubbly personality and quick-witted jokes were actually the main reason you wanted to get so close to her in the first place, absolutely in awe of how she could bring a smile anyone’s face in mere seconds

which is why, after a few days of pep talks from your friends, you built up the courage to ask miss Yena on a date, to which she absolutely accepted

Yena was over the moon when you asked her, and the shocked look on her face told you just that as she hadn’t expected you to reciprocate her feelings - but her composure dropped for a mere nanosecond before she was back to her cheeky self, her arm already wrapping around your shoulder as she couldn’t wait to go on a date with you :]

one date quickly turned into much more, and you both felt the time flying by as you fell further and further for one another, leading to Yena asking you to make it official just a couple weeks later!

Everyone around you immediately gets soulmate vibes as soon as they see you two together, your chemistry is truly unmatchable

as wild and unhinged as Yena is, she always finds a sense of calm around you that she doesn’t with anyone else, and it’s always so cute to see her her usual cool girl facade bubble away when she’s with you 

she has such a soft spot for you that no one else could ever get, and you love it so much when her chivalrous side comes out - plus the way she looks at you with so much makes you feel like the only person on the entire planet

Lowkey very cheesy, as in hand in your back pocket, don’t touch my baby type cheesy

(which you are an absolute sucker for, by the way)

every sentence ends with baby, no matter the context or who you’re with, she just loves calling you that SOO so much hehe

your guys’ relationship is truly like something out of like a 90′s teen movie, and no matter what Yena does, she always looks so damn cool that you can’t help but get an overwhelming amount of butterflies in your tummy

imagine Yena dropping you a text at the early hours of the morning telling you to come outside - you look out and see her on her motorbike, clad in her leather jacket and black jeans, lollipop lazily hanging from her lips as she waits for you to come outside GOD

and then she’ll take you to a little beach on the edge of town, the two of you snuggled up on the sand, only the sound of the waves to be heard as you shiver a little, even though you’re wrapped up in Yena’s leather jacket, and buried into her side :’)

Cuddles usually start with you laying in bed and Yena throwing herself on top of you, making you go “OOF” and making her giggle like an idiot

but once she gets comfortable, you best believe you guys aren’t moving for HOURS

and if you aren’t wearing an item of her clothing at ALL times its a national emergency and Yena must rectify that immediately

shows her love in many different peculiar ways, from squishing her cheeks against yours, poking her finger in your nostril, randomly nipping your earlobe or blowing raspberries against your skin while she lays her head on your stomach

funky little yena doing funky little dances in public whenever something makes her happy

which you have soon become a part of, leading to the two of you popping and locking in your local convenience store when the ice cream is on sale

However, while she presents herself as a strong, carefree person, none of us are free from worries, even Yena

when her thoughts get too loud, she’s feeling down, or even if she just had a bad day, you’re always there waiting for her with open arms and willing to listen to any of her worries; which she truly appreciates more than you could ever know.

Yena’s truly her authentic self when she’s with you - there’s no front, no shyness, she’s just pure Yena around you, and it’s so comforting to know she feels that comfortable around you to be that way.

(back to the fun stuff, sorry hjdfsjsd)

if you don’t already know how to skateboard, well you’ve basically got your very own tony hawk here to teach you how to become a pro skater

or if you suck she’ll just make you sit on her board and pull you along by the hand, both of you giggling like kids as she speeds up down the street

Her ideal date is somewhere where you two can have fun together, like the arcade, fair, going on trips (although no matter where you go, Yena always makes it fun :] )

you also both love the drive in theater near your house, and you guys go so often that you’ve basically created cuddle paradise in the back of Yena’s car, bundling up in the back, wrapped up in each others arms with the seats pushed down, wanting the night to go on forever <3

has probably said ‘no homo’ after a makeout session before

but to be honest, no matter what she says or does makes your heart flutter and fill with joy, because she truly is the m0st loving and happy spirit you’ve been honoured to have in your life, and you would never, ever change a single thing about her :)))))))))))

NSFW From Here:

yena cockiest little shit wbk

whenever she’s fucking you and you’re in any way trying to suppress your moans, she is NOT having it, simply opting to fuck you harder until you scream her name in that desperate tone that she loves so much

her favourite thing ever is memorizing the spots that make you moan a little louder, abusing your weaknesses over and over again until you’re a whimpering mess beneath her

HAS to mark you all over or else she’s not happy - leading to hickeys on the inside of your thighs, on your abdomen, your neck, collarbones, anywhere she can get access to she will always claim as hers

plus the satisfaction of seeing your spent body the morning after, the purple marks on your skin a sign of how good she made you feel makes her SO cocky n possessive and like. you’re HERS and no one is going to change that okay?

has fucked you in the back of her car after, or even during, your dates to the drive in theater,,, cuz girlie doesn’t really give a fuck, in her world its just you two and only you two

whenever you’re watching the movie, it usually ends up with you being engrossed in each scene, leaning into Yena’s side comfortably, thinking she’s paying as much attention as you - that is until you feel her hand creep towards the inside of your thigh, and that’s when you know you’re about 5 minutes away from screaming Yena’s name at the top of your lungs <3

when she invites you over to the practice room under the guise that she wants to teach you izone’s new choreo but then somehow you ended up on a chair in the middle room while Yena’s giving you a lap dance>>>>

when you’re in between her legs making you feel good and she’s looking down at you, her eyes hooded and her lip tucked between her teeth telling you how you’re doing such a good job....... FUCK

the kind of girl to whisper the filthiest words she can possibly think of in your ear then pull away and make a cheesy joke that leaves you mind absolutely REELING because like. her duality what the fuck

yena in nothing but a signature black choker with you riding her thigh in one of her oversized t-shirts, falling to pieces as she holds you close, relishing in the feeling of your dripping core against her skin,,,

also THAT mf that’ll tease you under the tables even when you’re with a group of people,, her annoying ass will just be relishing in the way your jaw clenches as you try so hard to not squirm as she teases you with her fingers

and those random times where you′re just like, at work or out shopping or vibing with your friends and then all of a sudden you get a video notification from Yena,,, and its a video of her in front of the mirror on your room, her legs spread and her fingers deep in her own heat, her breathes uneven as she does her best to keep her phone steady as she moans out your name

she LOVES doing that shit, knowing you’re turned on as fuck thanks to her just,, makes her feel so powerful

on those nights after Yena’s been away with schedules for a  while and you finally get to see her, everything is always so intimate between, with longing kisses and lingering touches that truly are filled with not only lust but love too, pulling one another impossibly closer until all your senses are clouded with another.

[someh0eontheinternet]

Team Magma Courtney x fem.reader – POKEMON HCS

Courtney took her job as a Team Magma Admin VERY seriously

She was unconditionally loyal to Maxie and never let emotions get in the way of her job

That was until she met you…

It was like any other ordinary day for the pokemon villainess…playing house with all her red uniformed brethren  and formulating plans to terrorise the Hoenn region even further with Moxie.

That was until it came time for mandatory security patrols

Courtney was tasked with patrolling Petelburg Woods, and wasted no time rushing over there with her trusty Camerupt by her side 

As she was lurking through the woods and weaving between the trees ever so silently, she spotted a shadow slightly shift in the corner of her eye.

Her previous boredom melted away with the flames that lingered over Camerupt’s humps.

She whipped her head around, her poisonous purple eyes glowing in the darkness of the forest

Her Camerupt was gone….

Her mind went into panic mode

Before she had time to think, and hand was tightly placed over her mouth and her world faded to darkness

She awoke tied to a tree, seemingly still in Petelburg Woods

Team Aqua….she should’ve guessed…

Team Aqua Grunt: Oh look what we have here? A filthy Team Magma!

Team Aqua Grunt #2: Get her Poochyena!

As the dog pokemon began running up to the defenceless Team Magma in preparation for a bite attack, somebody swooped in front of the attacker, enduring the hit

As Courtney slowly opened her eyes, her hero awaited her

You turned around (swaying your hips a lil hehe) and winked at her, causing her to blush a little

You: GO *insert favourite pokemon*!!

Your *favourite pokemon* attacked the under-levelled Poochyena, and easily took it out with a K.O.

Never had the purple haired girl ever seen such raw power…and as someone who had been seeking power and superiority her whole life, she was memorized

Her need for power was the whole reason she joined Team Magma in the first place.

So to see such amazing power in another trainer was….

….beautiful to her

….you were beautiful to her

Team Aqua fled moments after the K.O, saying no more than a “tch” before running for the mountains (or the sea lol)

This left you and the red-hooded girl alone in the forest….

“Um…so….thanks for saving me…”

This caused you to chuckle, her timidness making her even cuter

You noticed her trying to hide behind her devil-horned hoodie, casting a dark shadow on her face

You sighed, as you slowly walked next to her and slumped down right next to her on the forest floor

You grabbed a butterfly knife out of your bag, causing the purple haired girl to flinch

You: “Its ok…” you softly coo, reassuring her

She shyly nods in understanding, and you begin cutting the ropes with the blade

Once you were all done you sit back down next to her, and you both sit in comfortable silence, watching the trees sway softly in the wind and the sun shyly peeking in through from an open sky

It was dark

It was cold

It was nice

You whisper in the silence of the forest, your whisper sounding like a yell due to your close proximity

“Why are you still here?” You ask, playing with your fingernails in your lap.

To that she softly giggles, making your heart skip a beat, before saying, “What? Don’t you want me here?”

“Hmm? No of course not! I just thought you’d be scared of me. Since, you know, I’m one of the good guys.”

The violet eyed girl sighs ever so softly in the empty forest “To be completely honest, I’m so over this ‘good’ and ‘evil’ crap. All I want in this world is to be myself. And if myself is considered ‘evil’ by society then fuck it, I just have to do it well then.”

You could see the bitterness in her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

Her: “Like, am I really all that bad anyway? Its not like I’m rotten to the core. I can be nice too! I just…it just has to be with the right person you know…”

She looked at the forest floor with a pout, a vibrant shade of red finding its way to her cheeks.

“And who would the ‘right person’ be exactly…?” You pipe up, looking at her lavender hair gently wisp over her features

The Team Magma member’s eyes widened suddenly, as she turned to face you

Suddenly, a smirk landed on her face and her eyes were glazed over with mischief

Her: “Well…”

She reached out to touch your hair, running her slim fingers between the strands

Her: “…they’d have smooth, H-C hair…”  ------------->>(H-C = hair colour).

She then put her hand on your thigh and made circles with her finger

Her: “…and they’d have incredible strength and power to help others in need.’

She then inched closer to you and nuzzled your neck with the top of her head, her hood slipping off revealing her vibrant purple hair

Her hot breath made the hairs on your neck stand up

She then cupped your cheek in her left hand and said “…and they’d have to be the woman of my dreams…”

With that, she smashed her lips onto yours, and you kissed back

She slid her arm behind the arch of your back, pulling you closer, and you began slowly crawling on top of her, pinning her to the ground as your lips danced with hers

As you finally parted lips, she was looking up at you from the forest floor with those enchanting violet eyes

“God, you’re so fucking hot…” She coos as she cups your cheek in her palm, looking up at you lovingly

“Be mine.” You demand, looking down at her like pray

“Only if you’ll have me.” She softly smiles, placing a single finger on your lower lip

At that, you then immediately smash your lips into hers and the two of you spend the night in the forest’s depths, enjoying your first night as lovers

Thank you so much for reading love! Feel free to message me to request a hc/oneshot and I will be sure to do that! Have a great day/night and take care of urself! <3

P.s. Also, sorry if this doesn’t really feel like a headcannon and more like a oneshot. I noticed after finishing that the dotpoints were kinda long so pls lemme know if theres a way you think I could improve. :P

Art by: Chibiterasuchan

[4achansworld]

I absolutely hate how the society has taught girls to just not love themselves and get shocked that a person accepts them, when they get into a relationship.

Yesterday i was talking to this girl, and she told me like how she never goes out at all. The last time she was outside of her house was like a week ago. And i was like ohh im an introvert too hehe. But she's like no no no i used to be very social. Then she tells me her story which I'll give a short summary- she(19) used to party alot two years ago, was very popular and social etc but then had a boyfriend who leaked her nudes.

She's in a relationship now, she has told her parents (in india its a BIG DEAL like parents don't accept relationships at all here), they're engaged, she has a tattoo of his name on her chest. So like they're together TOGETHER now. Even if she would want, she can't breakup or anything.

And mind you she's 19 the guy is 24. When they met she was 18 and he was 23🤮🤮.

And then she casually tells me how she's forbidden from ever drinking again. And if she ever drinks - " do thappad maarega vo mujhe".

Some very concerning things i got to know yesterday all against my will:

Her boyfriend travels alot goes anywhere he wants. Is constantly hanging out with his friends. But she's not allowed to go out. But in her words, its hood cuz he has kept her in check.

Her boyfriend has hit her before

She made a comment about mia khalifa, and how she can't understand how girls like that can get into relationships how can boys even accept them.

She absolutely just doesn't tolerate when anyone saying anything negative about her boyfriend, like she has legit fought with a previous friend of hers over this. She even blamed herself to defend him hitting her.

When she and her boyfriend meet, they don't go out in a public place cuz her "boyfriend doesn't like that", which she explained -'yk how men stare and look with bad intentions, my bf doesn't like that if anyone looks at me'

And i was like umm what, to avoid that you'll just have to stay in your house your whole life. And i realised thats like exactly what she's doing??? Like she doesn't go out at all anywhere.

Basically the way she talked about her life before it was obvious she enjoyed it?? But the most glaring thing here was that- she's shocked that a boy wanted to be in a relationship with her 'even after getting her nudes leaked'. And she's tolerating his extremely bad behaviour because she's like no one's gonna accept her. "He's so great for accepting her ".

Whatever whatever

[under-the-cherrytree]

so you do au swaps right ? could i request the twins and teru in a (royal/medieval/fantasy) au ?(sorry but i forgot what it was called haha) but maybe they sneak out the castle one night and then they meet and befriend the reader. sort of like those cliche love stories where the prince falls in love with one of the village people

Princes Amane Yugi, Tsukasa, and Teru x reader❣︎

Warnings: None that I can really think of

A/n: I LISTENED TO A 10 HOUR PLAYLIST OF MEDIEVAL MUSIC YEAHHHHH!!

I had too much coffee while I’m writing this-

This is like small oneshots so...

Anyways! Enjoy and have a great day!

You walked down the empty street, carrying a small basket as you slowly approached your home. You looked at the moonlight as you walked humming to yourself. Instantly a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an alley.

“Give me all your valuables…” He said, causing you to shiver. You didn’t say anything which caused him to slam you against the wall.

“I said give me all your stuff you damn pessant!”

“O-okay! Please d-dont hurt me!” You shouted, taking off anything that was worth something.

“I won’t have to hurt you if you give me what I want!”

“It's not nice to hurt a lady.” A boy jumped down. He had dark, choppy hair but I couldn’t see his eyes. In his back pocket, he started to pull out what looked like a kitchen knife.

“Hehe… and who the hell are you kid?” the stranger asked.

“I’m the prince and future king!” The boy's red eyes shot up at us “Prince Amane and I demand you let this girl go!”

The strange back way from your figure, a scared expression on his face.

“Whatever man! You're crazy!!” He yelled before running out of the alley. The ‘prince’ approached you and smiled.

“I hope he didn’t do anything too bad to you” He softly spoke, putting out a hand for you to grab which you accepted. You studied his facial features and he laughed.

“Checking me out already I see~” He cooed and you blushed.

“N-no! I’m just making sure you are the prince and not some random homeless guy!” You said flustered.

“Haha, I’m just teasing… and I am the prince, isn’t it obvious?” He smirked. You looked at his clothes which were basically glowing.

“I’ll walk you home.” He pulled you out of the alley.

“Okay…”

I turned to Amane and he was looking up at the moon with a soft smile on his face.

“Uhm�� do you like the stars..?” You asked.

“I do, I love them so much. They are really a great escape from reality.” He looked at you momentarily before looking back up.

“Escape?”

“Yeah… you know I’m becoming king soon… My parents have been really strict with me about becoming a king and all…” He trailed off into a small rant “It's just stressful sometimes, I don't want to be a king but everyone expects me too.” Your eyes softened looking at the boy.

“I think you will be a great king some day!” You smiled.

He turned to you and his face flushed slightly.

“I-I shouldn’t rant!” He nervously chuckled looking back up. “The moon is beautiful tonight...”

Soon you two approached your house.

“This is my stop Amane!” You smiled and turned to the boy. “And… I think you will be a great king! King of the stars and moon! I think you will do great! I believe in you King Amane Yugi!”

His cheeks turned warm as he heard you.

“Thank you… it really does mean a lot…”

“Of course, I should be going inside now. Thanks for earlier-” You were interrupted when he grabbed your wrist. A grin formed on his lips and he broke the distance and kissed your cheek. Your face turned 50 shades red.

“A good luck charm for you~” He chuckled at your flustered form.

“H-huh?!?!” He let go of your arm and waved to you.

“By Y/n! I know we will see each other very soon~” He said before vanishing.

‘Wait… how did he know my name..?’

You looked up at the bright sun and squinted your eyes. Your feet were tired. You are currently running to the marketplace with your best friend, Yashiro. Well, more like she was dragging you.

“Come on y/n!!! Prince Teru doesn’t go out too often to go shopping!!” The creamed haired girl squealed. She had a bit of a crush on the prince… well I mean of course, who wouldn’t want to be a princess. I almost fell on my face when she started to pick up the pace.

“Slow down Nene!” You yelled at her “He’s going to be here for a while, it won't matter if we are a couple minutes late!”

“I know but I want to look at his beautiful face as long as I can!”

‘Simp…’ You thought and puffed your cheeks. Yashiro suddenly stopped which caused you to almost fall backward.

“There he is!!” Hearts filled her eyes. You looked to see the blond haired boy surrounded by a couple knights and a small swarm of people.

“Why does Teru even want to go to the marketplace..?” You asked and Yashiro put her hand to your mouth.

“Fanservice!” She looked at you seriously causing you to sweetdrop. You looked at the blond boy and watched his figure as he looked through different stands. Every once and a while he would slip something in his bag and pay the owner of the small shack. For a brief second he looked over to you and made eye contact. You couldn’t help but blush and he chuckled and turned back to what he was doing.

“Let's get closer!” Yashiro grabbed your hand and started running again.

“N-Nene-!” You started but was interrupted when someone abruptly bumped your shoulder causing you to fall.

“ACK- Ow!” You rubbed the back of your head and everything went silent. All you heard was small murmuring. In confusion, you looked up to see a small crowd around you.

“Are you okay?” A majestic voice asked. You looked up to see the one and only prince Teru with his hand out for you to grab.

“A-ah! Yea, I’m fine..!” Your cheeks slightly turned red due to the embarrassment but you stuck out your hand for him to take. He pulled you up with a firm but gentle grip. You looked down at his hand, it felt warm and soft.

“Well, that’s good.” He chuckled. “Are you here with anybody?”

“I a-am actually… with my friend Yashiro…” You looked over to see Nene with a red face and stars in her eyes.

“Oh well then, I’ll let you get going now. Bye!” He waved and continued on.

‘Did you just talk to a prince?!!?!” You shouted in your head. Before you could think anymore, you felt someone shake you.

“Y/N YOU TALKED TO TERU!!! PRINCE TERU!!! WHAT DID HIS EYES LOOK LIKE?! WHAT DID HIS HANDS FEEL LIKE!? TELL ME!!”

“Lavender and the ocean…” You said in a daze.

“LAVENDER AND THE OCEAN?!?!”

Once Teru finished his monthly market shopping, Yashiro was finally ready to leave. You went home and changed into a more comfy outfit. You opened your balcony and breathed in the fresh air. You heard rustling and looked down to the noise. You started to back up until a figure emerged from the shadows. You were about to run back inside until you started to recognize him.

“Hey.” The prince looked up at your balcony.

“U-uhm… hi..?” You looked down “You want me to let you in!?”

“Oh I can come in!” He smiled brightly.

“Yeah! Let me get the door-” You were interrupted when a line of red beads acted like a hook landing next to you. The prince used these beads to climb up to the balcony.

“Y/n, right?”

“Yeah! And you are Prince Teru!” He laughed when you said prince. He took his red beads and they turned into a bracelet around his wrist.

“WOAH! How did you do that?!?!” You gasped, grabbing his wrist and examining it.

“Magic.”

“Magic?!”

He laughed.

“You are very interesting y/n…” He looked into your eyes. Before you could say anything else, you heard a knock on your door. You turned to see your mom opening the door and Teru leaning on a wall not wanting to get caught. You turned to him and he had one finger over his mouth.

“Y/n, who are you talking too?” Your mother opened the door.

“Oh! Uhm, no one!” You nervously smiled.

“Alright… But if it's one of those imaginable men again…” She sighed and closed the door.

“EXCUSE ME?!!?” I blushed hard “I DON'T HAVE IMAGINABLE MEN! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?!” You heard Teru laugh which made you face him.

“Hey, a young lady shouldnt be inviting boys in her house if her parents don’t know about them…” Teru smirked, causing you to blush hard.

“E-excuse me! I’m not the one who put my finger up to my mouth telling me to keep it a secret!” You pointed at him and he laughed.

“I’m joking. I would never hurt you, I swear.” He walked closer to you. You felt comfortable around him. You two spent the night chatting and laughing. It’s been around one hour and Teru looks up at the moon.

“It's about time I get going…” He started to take off his red bracelet and tied it around the balcony. You were kind of sad when he said he was going to leave.

“Oh… will I see you again..?” You watched him go down. He stopped and looked up at you.

“I’ll be here tomorrow night. Same time. Kay?”

“O-Okay! See you tomorrow!”

Did you seriously meet the prince?

You walked around the village as you looked through all the stands. You hummed to yourself as your dress flowed in the wind. You stopped when you heard screaming from one of the booths.

“Stop!! Thief!!” The owner screamed as he tried to chase after a boy. He was wearing a hood so you didn’t get a good look at his face. Before you know it, you made eye contact with the hooded boy and he ran behind you.

“Do you know this thief?!” The guy asked before glaring down at the boy. Even though he was wearing a hood, you could see his visible grin. 

“U-uh- no sir! But what did he take..?” You asked.

“He stole an apple and pear from my shack!”

‘All this fuss over an apple and pear..?’ You thought as you sighed. You pulled out two coins from your bag and gave it to the man.

“That looks like it covers it… keep the change.” You grabbed the boy's hand and sped away. 

You glanced at the boy who still had a grin on his face. Before you knew it he started running and he was dragging you.

“W-wait!” You shouted at him. Who the hell is this guy..?

He turned the corner into an isolated area and let go of your wrist.

“Hey! You know I did pay for your shenanigans!” You pulled his hood down to see a boy with choppy hair and golden eyes. He chuckled and leaned in closer to your face. He looked familiar but you didn’t know where from.

“Thanks for that by the way~” He hummed.

“Yeah whatever..!” You backed up, creating distance between the two of you.

“I’m Tsukasa Yugi! Prince Tsukasa Yugi!” He smiled.

“Wait, the prince?!” I pointed to him “Why the hell would a prince steal?!”  

“I just wanted to see what he would do it I took some of his stuff”

‘Wow… he seems nice…’ You thought.

“You can take the apple and pear though! I don’t really need them.” He handed you the fruit.

“EH- you steal it but you won’t take it?” You scoffed. “Aren’t you afraid of getting caught? You are a prince”

“Yeah but everyone looks at Amane, I can do whatever I want and get away with it~!” 

“I feel bad for Amane then…”

“I got an idea!” He looked at you. “We should run away together! It would be great!” 

“Excuse me…” I glared at him. 

“Well that's what I was already doing, I was running away but no one in the castel noticed yet. We should run away, just you and me!”

“I didn’t even know you that long… I can’t just run away! I have a life, a family!”

“Oh…” He trailed off “Well I do hope you change your mind! I’ll come visit you again~!” 

“Wait- visit me?!” You asked but he ran out of the alley way.

“Thank you beautiful girl~!” He smiled, turning to you one last time before running off with an apple in his hand.

“Did he take the apple-” I looked down to just see the pear.

‘Oh this guy…’ I sighed ‘I’ll definitely see him again.’

Part two