#or that gasp! some bands like to play around w different genres! but it still sounds like them bc they made it! WHATS NOT CLICKING

[sheep-sorbet]

i literally can not stand people being pretentious about music....like stfu. i don't care. you sound like my dad. you sound like a 64 year old overgrown military brat who smokes too much weed and hates his wife and thinks playing the guitar makes him cool. just listen to the sounds coming out of your speakers and shut up

[bubblesuga]

Mahina || Part 1

Summary: Jungkook couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something drawing him to you. Like the moon tugs at the tides, he needed to be beside you. genre: smut, fluff, angst word count: 4,626 tags: idol!au, fantasy!au

When Jungkook awoke this morning, something was... different.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the air in his room seemed to have shifted slightly. He felt lighter on his feet, a sudden bounce to his step while he pulled himself off of the bed and towards the bathroom.

He brushes his teeth as usual, carefully scrubbing his tongue and admiring his reflection in the mirror. The eyebrow piercing was a good edition, he thinks. It accentuates his high brow and sparkles underneath even the dimmest light. Spritzing himself with cologne, he opens the bathroom door just in time.

"Jungkook, I made breakfast! Hurry up!"

Smiling to himself, he trots down the stairs of the far too large penthouse he and his band mates bought a couple years ago. He doesn't mind sharing with 6 other people, though. Having grown up with no siblings, he enjoys the dynamics at play when he speaks to the members. They're all his brothers, co-workers, family... He couldn't have asked for a better turn out when it came to finding a career path.

Yoongi is standing in the kitchen when Jungkook walks in, the smell of pork and kimchi filling his nose. Thanking his hyung, he grabs a bowl and starts filling up.

"You seem happy this morning," Yoongi raises an eyebrow, "what's going on?"

"I don't know," Jungkook shrugs, "I just woke up in a really good mood. I feel like--" he takes a bit of his food, then speaks with his mouth full, "--something amazing is going to happen today."

"We just have rehearsals?" Yoongi's statement comes off as more of a question.

"Exactly." Jungkook says, continuing to munch on his food. Yoongi looks at the younger man and shakes his head, continuing to fry meat for the rest of the members.

"Hey, did Namjoon come home last night?" Seokjin asks as he walks into the kitchen. He takes a spot beside Jungkook on the counter, reaching into his bowl and grabbing a piece of pork belly. Jungkook attempts to push his hand away but Seokjin smacks it and grabs the meat anyway.

Yoongi shakes his head again, "Nah. He stayed at the studio last night, said something about a last minute inspiration."

Jungkook has noticed Namjoon's lack of attentiveness recently. It seems as though his head is always filled with potential themes and lyrics and beats, much more so than even in the early days of the band. He's curious about his inspiration as of late but Namjoon doesn't seem to want to give away his methods any time soon.

"He's been doing that a lot lately." Jungkook thinks outloud.

"More power to him," Seokjin says, "man works his ass off and it benefits all of us."

Yeah, it definitely does.

~*~*~

"5, 6, 7-"

Hoseok's counting is cut off by the music blasting again. It's the third run through of the new choreography, Jungkook is center and carefully watches the rest of his hyungs in the mirror. He moves to the left, following Hoseok's lead and smiling as he notices a mis-step on Jimin's part. Jimin throws his head back and yells, lifting his shirt up and wiping some of the sweat that's accumulated on his brow.

"It's okay, Jiminie," Hoseok sings, "this shit is hard."

Seokjin nods in agreement, "Yeah, what the hell happened to a laid back choreography for this come back?"

"It's the last one of the year. We gotta go out with a bang." Jungkook turns back to look at Namjoon, who chugs water in the corner of the room. "Speaking of big come backs, are you working on your mixtape?"

Namjoon laughs, "Nah, definitely not. I'm trying to get a couple more songs for the album."

"Don't we have like 14 tracks?" Taehyung speaks for the first time since rehearsal started.

"16 is better than 14." Namjoon smiles, listening to Hoseok as he calls everyone over again.

"One more time. 5, 6-"

It's then that the doors burst open and Hyun enters in. "And this is the rehearsal room containing the 7 men you will be photographing."

Jungkook's eyes travel to the person his manager is talking to, and he has to hold back a gasp. He feels the way his jaw drops, but he's unable to close his mouth while he looks at you. God, you're gorgeous. Your hair cascades down your back and your clothes cling to your body in all the right ways. Jungkook struggles to tear his eyes away, but once he sees your smile he realizes there's no way he can turn away. You're literally glowing, with god-like shining eyes. Who are you?

"Boys, this is _____. She's in charge of photography and will be around to film Bangtan Bombs, behind the scenes, or anything you all want filmed and made into content."

Jungkook repeats your name in his head five times. He whispers it to himself once while everyone else heads to you to shake your hand. Jungkook stands back, finally blinking his eyes.

You step forward after having shook the hands of everyone else, "And you're Jungkook," you smile again, "I like your tattoos. Glad you're finally willing to show them."

"T- tattoos..." Jungkook mutters pathetically as he takes your outstretched hand. You giggle, shaking his hand enthusiastically.

"Well, anyway. It was nice to meet you all. I'm excited to work closely with every one of you." your words are met with a chorus of 'same!' from everyone except for Jungkook.

Hyun puts a hand on your shoulder and leads you out of the room, continuing on the tour of the HYBE building. Jungkook stares after you, the doorway now long empty but he couldn't look away. You were, by far, the most beautiful woman he has ever come across. With your simple torn jeans and black t-shirt, he feels you could pull off anything you put on your body.

It's not until Yoongi speaks does Jungkook finally tear his eyes away, "Could you have been any creepier?"

"What?"

Jimin bursts into laughter, his frustration with the choreography long gone, "You were-" he takes a deep breath in between laughter, "you were staring at her like she was the last woman on the planet!"

"W- what?" Jungkook stammers.

Jimin doesn't respond, only laughing louder as he falls to the ground. Jungkook can see the hidden smirks of the rest of the members, turning his to look at everyone, "What the fuck just happened?"

"Love at first sight?" Taehyung suggests.

"More like love at first drool." Seokjin begins laughing before he even finishes his sentence, causing the rest of the members to groan at his joke.

Jungkook doesn't react to Seokjin though, as he turns to look back at the empty doorway. If love at first sight is a real thing, Jungkook just experienced it to the fullest extent.

~*~*~

Jungkook manages to continue the rest of rehearsal without a problem, except for the way his mind kept traveling back to you. Saying your name in his head again, he washes up in the gym showers. He thinks back to the way your skin seemed to be literally glowing to him, and your bright white teeth hypnotizing him.

Never in his life has he had such a short conversation with someone that had such an impact. He wants to learn everything about you, your passions, the music you like, the books you read. He hopes that you enjoy some of the same things he does, so he has an excuse to talk to you.

Though his interest in you is certainly piqued, he has to keep in mind that you are, essentially, his employee, and fantasizing about your employee is more than inappropriate.

Fantasizing might not be the right word, but he can't help and imagine conversations between the two of you. Your voice is so pretty, it's light but carries through the room. You make sure your presence is known, though with the way you shine you didn't have to try hard. He smiles to himself, closing his eyes and rinsing off the conditioner from hair. Then, he wonders what your hair looks like when it's wet.

Okay, Jungkook. That's enough.

He shakes the water off his head and wraps a towel around his body. Exiting the shower, he realizes he forgot his bag in the dance room and sighs. Checking the time on his phone, he realizes that it's after 9 pm. The odds of anyone other than the members being here is pretty slim so he can just walk his way to the rehearsal room and change in there, right?

Right.

Tightening the towel around his waist, he walks out of the gym bathroom and strolls down the hall. He scrolls through his phone while he walks, rounding the corner and hearing your voice.

"Thank you, Mr. Lee. I'm very excited to properly start tomorrow."

"We're excited to have you," Jungkook peeks his head around the corner and watches Hyun bow to you, "your work is incredible and I know Taehyung in particular loves your shooting style."

What? Taehyung knows her? Jungkook must have missed that earlier when he couldn't stop staring at you.

"Yeah! It still blows my mind that one of the bangtan boys followed my work," you let out a small, somewhat embarrassed giggle, "thank god for Instagram."

You and Hyun share a laugh, followed by a goodbye. Jungkook gasps as he sees you turn in his direction, rushing to a small doorway and pushing himself up against the wall. You can't see him like this, not already. He's nearly naked and he knows this towel isn't big enough to cover himself as well as he should in front of a stranger, so he holds his breath as your foot steps become closer... and closer... and-

"Hey Jungkook."

Fuck.

Jungkook exhales a breath and moves to tighten the towel around his waist even more. You're eyes are not scanning his body like he thought you would be. Of course, Jungkook knows that sounds cocky of him to say but he can't help but assume that that would be the outcome of this situation. Either way, his face still burns when your eyes meet his. Those gorgeous, glowing eyes.

"Were ya hiding?" you laugh, tilting your head to the side, and Jungkook realizes that he's still pressed up against the wall.

"I- I, uh-" come on Jungkook, get it together, "Sorry. I didn't want you to see me naked."

"Oh please. When humans are naked, they're at their purest forms. It's natural, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." you smile brightly, moving a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. Your phrasing is odd, but he doesn't question it. Instead, he swallows, "You're right, but I'm sure you wouldn't have been okay with my dick just hangin' out. Neither would the security watching the cameras."

You laugh, a proper laugh that doesn't seem to be masked by something else, and Jungkook realizes it's melodic. A fine tune singing into his ears as one of the most beautiful songs he has ever heard. It's soft, breathy, and makes him want to make you laugh for the rest of eternity.

"Either way," you say after a moment, the hint of humor still in your voice, "nothing to be ashamed of. I'll see you tomorrow, Jungkook."

Jungkook tilts his head, watching you wave and waving back as you carry your feet towards the elevators.

~*~*~

The air was even lighter this morning, and Jungkook can't help but think you play a part in his bright mood.

Following the conversation yesterday, Jungkook walked with a grin on his face to grab his clothes. You're incredibly charismatic, an stark difference to Jungkook's usual shy and laid back personality. Despite your conversations together being minimal, Jungkook feels you and him are going to be close.

Jungkook hops out of bed and styles his hair carefully. Checking his phone as he brushes his teeth, he's received a text from Taehyung apologizing because he had already left. The house sounds still, he remembers Yoongi and Seokjin opted at staying at their respective apartments tonight, wanting to be a little closer to home. Namjoon probably stayed at the studio again and Jimin and Hoseok more than likely left with Taehyung. He shrugs, making a quick protein shake and grabbing a banana before heading out of the door.

As he drives to work, he makes note at how much more productive the members have been these days. Not that they never were, but the usual slump of exhaustion that follows months of continuous promotions, rehearsals, and recording doesn't seem to be hitting anyone this time around. Surely, the explanation is the high everyone is riding from the success of Butter and Permission To dance in the west. It's motivated everyone, including Jungkook himself.

He pulls into the parking garage, rides the elevator up to the 13th floor, and steps off only to be stopped by Hoseok.

"Jungkookie!" Hoseok wraps his arms around Jungkook's neck and squeezes him tight.

"Hoseokie!" Jungkook mocks, giving a pat to the older one's back. Hoseok pulls away with a chuckle, "I guess _____ is doing behind the scene shoots today. Something about wanting to catch us in our element."

"Oh? Like individual shoots?"

"Yeah," he smiles, "she's with Yoongi in his studio right now. She told me to tell everyone to choose a thing they do on a daily basis that might be interesting to see for ARMY."

"Should I work out?" Jungkook smirks. Hoseok rolls his eyes, patting Jungkook's pecs,

"You work out enough." Smiling, he begin walking towards the commons area,

"I'm almost to where I want to be." "Whatever Jungkook, you bully us enough already." Hoseok pats Jungkook's head and walks away, leaving Jungkook to sit on the couches for a moment.

He picks up his phone and scrolls through Weverse and Twitter for a moment. Despite not being as active as people wish he could be, he does keep up with what everyone is talking about. Currently he sees excitement about their online concert from last year coming to DVD, and "JUNGKOOK'S ABS" is trending.

Yeah, he's definitely going to work out for his behind the scenes.

Holding his phone up, he snaps a quick selfie and posts it to Twitter. Once a month seems to be a good formula.

"Jungkook?" Yoongi's voice enters the room, "She's gonna shoot with Namjoon then you."

"Ah," Jungkook stands, "time to get nice and sweaty for ARMY."

"You're such a freak." Yoongi laughs, watching Jungkook leave the room.

Jungkook begins on the treadmill, listening to music and trying not to think about the fact that you're going to be photographing him while he's working out. He feels somewhat dumb, being so incredibly invested in your opinions of him already, but like yesterday proved, there was something about you that drew him in.

He speeds up the treadmill, his calves burning and his breathing quickening while he runs. It's incredible, the feeling of absolute bliss he feels after a run. When his muscles ache and his chest feels clear, he feels most at peace. Though, peace isn't difficult to come across these days. Even with the sadness of not being able to perform live like he wants to, it's not as looming as it was before. It's incredibly exhilarating to wake up not feeling like the end is near. It happened so suddenly, he's not sure what changed.

At the beginning, when they had to cancel the tour and stay in Korea, Jungkook felt as though life was never going to be the same. It was dark for everyone. He remembers Jimin crying in the bathroom after the cancellation, which caused Jungkook to start crying as well. He scrolled through social media for hours, reading the anger and frustration at those who had to return their tickets. It pained him, to see such a bleak view of the fans he adored.

Now that it's been close to 2 years, Jungkook has learned to-- for lack of a better term-- live with it. He wakes up every day and tries his hardest to live, and that's all you can do when your passion in life is ripped away from you due to an ongoing worldwide pandemic.

The gym doors slide open and Jungkook looks in the mirror to see you.

You have a camera around your neck, Jungkook recognizes it as a Canon. You close the door behind you and stop him as Jungkook starts to slow down the treadmill.

"Pretend like I'm not even here." you nearly whisper, and Jungkook has to stop himself from choking on his spit. Your voice sounded almost sultry. He can't tell if that was his imagination or if it was intentional on your part.

Jungkook shakes his head, turning up the speed just a little bit more.

He hears the shutter on your camera clicking, the action setting in full effect as he runs. You move around him, being sure not to get yourself in the mirror of the shots. The only noises in the room are his breathing and the sounds of his feet hitting the runway. It's rough, his chest heaving the more he pushes himself, but he's more interested in the way you seem to float around the room, or the fact that your hands seem dwarfed by the large camera.

It makes him wonder what your hands would look like on him.

A necklace dangles from your neck, it's gold and shines under the lights of the gym. It falls gently into the crevice of your chest, what looks like a golden moon on the end of the chain.

Again, he wonders what your skin would feel like against his.

"You gotta stop looking at the camera." you giggle.

He didn't even realize his eyes were following you. Suddenly, it's like a wave of confidence washes over him. Confidence that he was not ready for.

He swallows, taking a deep breath, "I'm not looking at the camera." Why is he saying this?

"Yes you are," you grin, "I have like 7 pictures in a row of you looking directly at the camera."

"No," he shakes his head, "I'm looking at the person holding the camera." Shut up, Jungkook. Stop talking!

"Oh?" you laugh, "what's catching your eye?"

"The necklace." what the fuck? He basically admitted to staring at your tits!

"The necklace that's right in between my tits?"

He laughs, you snap a picture.

"I guess so, I'm sorry." The usual nervousness that he would feel at an admission like that is non-existent. He feels comfortable enough to talk to you like this, and judging by the way you smile, you're comfortable with it too.

"No need to be sorry," you snap another picture, "I know they draw attention."

Jungkook nods, "They certainly do."

"What do you like about them?"

The question throws Jungkook for a loop but he doesn't let that show.

"They're perky," he explains, stopping the treadmill, "and your shirts show off the perfect amount to leave some to the imagination."

"Ah, so you're imagining my tits?"

"Yes."

You smirk, walking away. For a moment, Jungkook is scared he said too much, but it's very quickly washed away by the sound of the lock turning. "So," you begin, "you're saying that if I took off my shirt, you wouldn't be opposed to looking at me?"

Jungkook shakes his head, "I also wouldn't be opposed to touching you."

"Well," you slip off your shirt, "I'm ready."

Jungkook feels his cock twitch in his gym shorts at the sight of your bra. Of your fucking bra.

Despite the blood rushing to his cock, he shakes his head, "Oh come on, darling. You know that's not enough for me."

"Your shirt first, buddy." your eyes follow Jungkook as he grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it off. Now that there's verbal consent, your eyes roam all over his torso. He's ripped, Jungkook knows this, but under your gaze he feels like a meal. Like he's about to get devoured by you, and he can't say he's not enjoying the idea.

You reach behind you, unhooking your bra and allowing it to fall to the ground.

Jungkook's eyes widen at sight, stepping closer to you and falling to his knees. He places his nose against your torso, inhaling your scent. The sensuality of the small gasp that left your mouth fueled Jungkook. He grabs your hands and pulls you down to his level, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.

It's rough and heated, all teeth and tongue. He's not used to being this way, to feeling almost primal in his movements. He gnaws at your bottom lip, eliciting another moan from you. It's high pitched and nearly whiny, proving that you're suddenly filled with as much need as he is.

"I'm gonna fuck you," Jungkook states, "right here. Right now."

"Please." you toss your head back, falling onto the padded floors of the gym. Jungkook follows suit, kissing his way down your body until he reaches your navel. Again, he presses his nose into you and inhales, you smell so damn good.

He keeps smelling, inhaling your scent as he undoes the buttons of your jeans. The less clothing there, the stronger your scent becomes. He feels insatiable, nearly ripping off your panties to get to your center.

"Fuck, you're so wet already," Jungkook groans, his voice deep with want, with need. Taking a single finger up your slit, he draws it back and sucks your juices clean, "and you taste as good as you smell."

You stare up at him with hooded eyes, holding yourself up on your elbows and spreading your legs as wide as you can. "Now that you've had a taste you might as well finish it."

Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice, diving into your soaked folds with his tongue. He moves fast but also meticulously, being sure to take note of all the places that make you moan a little louder, sink a little deeper into him. Your hand reaches down and snakes its way through his hair, tugging at the roots.

At that point, Jungkook begins to kick off his shorts without pulling away.

"Fuck, I've always wanted to fuck you," you moan in between words, "you always look so good everywhere you go."

"Yeah?" Jungkook chuckles, "did you imagine fucking me before you got hired here?"

You nod, "I couldn't help it, I knew you'd be good."

As Jungkook manages to get his shorts off, he grips ahold of his aching member. Pulling up to his knees, his thumb doesn't stop rubbing harsh circles against your clit.

"That's hot," Jungkook breathes, "I've been wanting to take you since I first saw you."

"Then do it." you demand, and a flip switches in Jungkook's brain.

He pulls his fingers away from you and leans forward, "Taste yourself."

You don't hesitate to take his fingers into your mouth, Jungkook feeling your tongue dance across the pads of his fingers. Feeling himself twitch, he strokes himself for a little bit of relief while you suck.

"Taste good?" He questions.

"Delicious."

"Good girl." He murmurs, leaning down and connecting your lips with his again. As he does so, he runs the head of his cock against your slit, enjoying the gasp you let out every time he brushes against your clit. You feel so warm, so inviting. He can taste you so well, he wants nothing more than to dive in.

So he does.

Pressing into you slowly, he feels your warmth envelope him. Your legs wrap around his hips and guide him in all the way. When he slips all the way in, you both pull away for a moan.

"So fucking good. So tight." He moves his hips achingly slow, enjoying the noises of content leaving your lips. Your moans spur him on as your tightness engulfs him yet again. He leans down and presses a kiss to your neck, your hot skin nearly burning his lips, "I don't want to hurt you."

You shake your head, "You can't hurt me. I promise."

Jungkook isn't sure what takes over him at this point, but he feels his lips begin to thrust harshly into you. He doesn't process the rest of the world, the only thing that's certain is you. You're everything that he needs to focus on now, your whines, your moans, the feeling of your legs guiding him in and out of you. He wants to take you here over and over again until the end of time, and he's never felt that about anyone before in his life.

Your lips are beginning to bruise from the rough kisses he's been laying on you, so he takes a gentle approach and sucks on your jawline. Every few thrusts, he rests his forehead against yours. Then he moves again. Then rests.

"Tell me how good I feel." you whisper against his lips, breathy.

"Baby," Jungkook's brows knit together in pleasure, "you feel so good around me. So warm. I want to cum in you and fill you up so bad. Do-n't stop squeezing- fuck."

Jungkook abandons the pace he tried to keep and slams into you, pulling you on top of him and lifting you up and down on his cock. You let out a scream as he reaches a point he hasn't touched before, your cunt tightening exponentially around him.

He latches his mouth onto your nipples, the sensitive peaks hardening against his tongue. Your nails rake down his chest while you grind against him, your ass smacking against his thighs while he begins thrusting upward.

His hands grip your hips harshly, sure enough to leave bruises by his fingertips. He feels his orgasm approaching quickly, but he needs you to cum first. He need to feel you cum around him. "Fuck," he growls through clenched teeth, "cum. I need you to cum. Cum around me, please please please!"

"I'm gonna- I'm-" your sentence is cut off by your orgasm taking over, clenching deliciously around Jungkook and pushing him over the edge. His hips stutter and he releases into you, your warmth mixing with his as he collapses onto the ground. You're both silent for a while, your chests heaving as you try to calm down. Jungkook leans up, keeping you in a hug as your knees move to either side of his hips. Neither of you make a move to pull apart, Jungkook softening inside of you but the sensitivity feels so good.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, glancing behind you and towards the mirrors. On the inner edge of each of your shoulder blades, lay two large scars. They're old, pink in color now. Jungkook reaches a finger up to trace the scars but is stopped by a knock on the door.

"Hey, I'm ready when you are _____!" Jimin's voice sounds through the gym, muffled by the door.

"Shit." You whisper, "shit, shit, shit!"

You quickly pull off of him, beginning to slip your panties and bra back on.

Jungkook flinches at the sudden loss of warmth around him, looking down at his cock and seeing a mixture of his and your cum coating his thighs. "Don't you need to clean up?" he whispers.

"I'll stop by the bathroom on the way." you murmur, now fully dressed, "thank you for that, by the way." you wink, grabbing the back of his neck and pressing a hard kiss against him. Then, you're out the door.

Jungkook is left naked on the floor, confused, and wanting to ask why exactly you have asymmetrical scars on your back.

[ddaenggtan]

say you want passion (i think you found it) | M

you’re a tease. he’s tired of it.

pairing | shownu x fem!reader

wc | 6.5k

genre/warning | Covid doesnt exist sorry, big dick shownu, sweetheart shownu, dom shownu, sub reader, shownu is called hyunwoo in this, he also likes to be called daddy dont judge, sloppy blowjobs, but still, blowjobs, Shownu eats pussy like a CHAMP, Strength Kink, praise, degradation, degrading praise, this is HIGHLY specialized, you've been warned, deepthroating, DEEP deepthroating at that, nsfw pictures, aka shownu likes to remember it when he does a good job so he takes a picture bc it lasts longer uwu, talking with your mouth full (ill let u guess), doggystyle, teasing, brief nipple play, hickeys, begging, dumbification, rough sex, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, coming inside, gspot shenanigans, this is genuinely so unrealistic please do not think sex is like this ever in real life, i mean literally ever if you ever fuck someone and it's like this then they aren't real they're a fae or a god or some shit okay, aftercare, shownu uses 3-in-1 because He Does, Barely Edited by the grace of @personawife​‘s beta that she fit in when she could ilu, 

a/n | first n last shownu smut specifically bc its leilas birthday (@honiboyyoon​). u better enjoy this. (side note for anyone who isn’t into shownu smut, but is curious: there’s a namjoon version on ao3 that i’ll link here), but this took entirely too much effort and i did my damndest to fit as many things that ur into in this one fic as i possibly could. i hope this makes up for u probably never getting the vampire maknae line foursome i kept promising you sdfkldjsfasdf

The front door opens as you step out of the car, and you grin as your boyfriend appears in the frame. He grins at you and your best friend and you search his expression for a sign of anything other than his usual sweetness, but find none. You resist the urge to pout - you won’t give him the satisfaction. 

“Good luck!” Your best friend teases. You roll your eyes at her - she knows precisely what you envisioned upon arriving back to the quaint little house you call home with Hyunwoo. It’s the reason you wore this outfit, and tried on the clothes you did whilst shopping, and sent him selfies in the poses you did. 

You’re on a mission, dammit. It’s been weeks - literal weeks, not even an exaggeration - since you were properly fucked, and you’re fairly tired of prancing around the house in your shortest shorts and deepest v-necks so that when you bend over just right to water your fern, he gets the perfect eyeful. It’s exhausting to try to send all these signals all day every day - but you know how flustered he gets when you ask him directly, so you tried a different tactic. You were being nice!

And it hasn’t worked. At all. He’s offered to help you water your plants, to let you borrow his flannel pajamas in case you’re cold, and even to buy you a sweater, at one point. 

In August. 

So suffice to say, you’re getting a little tired of him being oblivious. So you’d called up your best friend and invited her to go shopping with you, and yes, it was also very fun to hang out with her and get boba, but she’s also the master of hyping you up and making you feel sexy and desirable, so it was truly a win-win.

Plus, she color-coordinated her own houndstooth pantsuit with your pink houndstooth skirt/blazer combo, so really, you should send her a fruit basket or something. Maybe cookies. 

The point remains that your boyfriend hasn’t responded to any of your borderline pornographic selfies or the very pointed videos of you holding various sex toys and asking if it would fit. You’re at your wit’s end, and you were really hoping that it would truly get through to him this time that you want nothing more than to be railed against the mattress so hard that you cry. 

You’re a simple girl, after all. 

But no! He’s got that sweet smile on his face as you carry your shopping bags in one hand and your purse in the other, carefully sidestepping the cosmos he’d just planted the other day so you wouldn’t step all over his hard work. His smile widens when you reach the door, and he presses a sweet, gentle kiss against your forehead that has you on the verge of tears. 

He waves again to your best friend as she drives off, and as usual snags your shopping bags out of your hand so he can place them beside the door. You’ve already pulled your blazer off to hang in the entryway closet by the time he’s shut the door, and you gasp as you’re jerked back. His hands are on either side of your head, braced against the front door like it’s the only thing keeping him up, and you struggle to focus on anything that isn’t the way his muscles flex.

“Do you have any idea what today was like for me?” He growls. The sound of it brings heat between your thighs, and you resist the urge to cheer. 

“Sorry, should I not have sent you any selfies today?” You ask, keeping your voice as light and innocent as you can. He makes eye contact with you; there’s a fire in his eyes you haven’t seen in what feels like forever. “Did you not like them?”

“You know damn well what I thought of them,” he mutters, one hand coming down to rest on your hip. “I’ve tried so hard lately, y’know? The tiny shorts with your ass hanging out, the shirts that show everything when you bend over. God, the bending.”

“Really?” You breathe. It’s always exhilarating to know that you’re desired, but this is nearly heady. He fixes his gaze on you, eyes burning, and your smile softens slightly. 

“I was trying,” he says, clearly holding himself back, “To be a good boyfriend. To make sure that you know that I want more from you than just sex, and that I value you as more than just someone attractive. I was trying so hard to prove that you– that we have more between us than that. That I respect you more than that.”

“So don’t respect me.” You say it like it’s obvious, because it is. You’ve been laying down signals galore the past few weeks, and clearly he did not get the memo. 

“I’m always going to respect you,” he says instead, sighing slightly as he leans in to press his forehead against yours. “I don’t want to disrespect you, you’re worth more than that. But fuck, all I wanna do is fuck you stupid right now.”

“Please,” you whisper, biting your lip. It’s all you’ve wanted for weeks and now you might finally - finally - get it. “Disrespect me, daddy.”

The hand on your hip tightens, no doubt bruising the skin, and you gasp at the feeling. Hyunwoo makes eye contact - just long enough to make sure that you’re on board for whatever it is he’s about to do. 

He could probably suggest a number of things that you’ve never considered and you’d say yes, at this point - you’re not ashamed to admit that you’re desperate. 

The hand on your hips lowers - he traces all the way down your thigh and to the back of your knee before travelling back up, this time under your skirt. He kisses you as he does it - long, heated kisses that make your head spin so perfectly that you don’t know what he’s doing until he glides a finger across your clothed core. 

You gasp into the kiss, but it doesn’t deter him. He pulls down, kissing and biting down your jaw to your neck as his fingers trace over you once more. You can feel him smile against your skin. 

“You’re already soaked,” he tuts. “You’ve ruined this pair, princess. How naughty of you. Would you like daddy to take them off?”

“Yes!” You moan as his fingers ghost over your folds once more. 

“Yes what?” He asks, and you could cry with how much you want him. 

“Yes, daddy,” you tell him, and he smiles once more. It’s blinding, how bright he is when he smiles like that, and for a second you’re breathless. Then you feel them - his hands, burning a trail along your thigh to tug at the band of your underwear. It only takes him a few seconds to pull them down as he bends, and he kisses your thigh as he brings one of your legs up so he can slide them off completely. 

He was right - they are ruined, the evidence of your arousal immediately apparent by the large wet spot in the center. He doesn’t bother to slide them off your other leg, though - just lets them hang from your ankle, no doubt as a reminder of how strongly he affects you.

He presses kisses to every bit of skin he can as he stands fully upright once more, suckling a mark into your collarbone that you’ll absolutely cherish when you have to cover it up before work tomorrow. 

His hands don’t leave your thighs - warm and strong and utterly distracting, you can’t take your mind off them as he kisses you again, heady and intoxicating. You feel it as one hand travels back underneath your skirt again, gliding between your thighs. 

A moan sticks in your throat as his fingers slide in between your folds - the feeling of them teasing against your hole before they move to rub light circles into your clit is nearly too much to handle. 

“Hyunwoo, please–”

“Patience,” he interrupts. You can hear the smile in his voice as he slides over your hole once more, spreading your arousal across your lips before teasing your clit again. “Good girls have patience, right, princess?”

You whimper, hips arching off the door to try to guide his finger inside of you. It’s a futile attempt - he just returns to the slow, infuriating circles on your clit, and you would cry if it didn’t feel as good as it does. 

It could be hours or it could be seconds that he continues this pattern - slow, maddening circles on your clit, then the slightest bit of a tease at your hole, just enough to make you think that maybe he’ll fuck you with his fingers, before he returns to the circles. It’s enough to make a stronger woman cry, and you can’t help the whines that you let out when he once again deprives you of the fuck you so desperately want. 

“Please just fuck me,” you finally break, hands moving from where they’re wrapped around his neck to circle his waist and do your best to pull him in closer. You can feel him against your thigh, warm and thick and big, and you want him. 

He hisses when you grind against him, and the one hand that remains on your hip tightens ever so slightly. “You’re being very bad, princess,” he chastises, but you couldn’t care less. Your mind is focused on the memory of what he felt like inside you, and you’re ready to burst with need.

“I don’t care,” you tell him firmly, hands sliding up under his shirt to run your nails against his muscled torso. “I don’t care, I need you, please, I just want–”

“I know,” he cuts you off. His hands disappear from you entirely, but only for a moment - before you know it, two large hands wrap around your wrists, guiding yours out of his shirt. You can't stop whimpering, caught between the memory of the last time he was between your thighs and the reality of his lips against your skin.

Hyunwoo drops - he hits the wooden floor with a muffled thud, and before you can even react, his hands are underneath your skirt. He pushes it upwards, muttering something almost reverent about thighs as he does, and then he’s pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thighs. His hands don’t stop, though - they keep going, shoving your skirt up until it pools around your waist.

“H-Hyunwoo—”

“Ssh,” he whispers, giving your thigh a light bite. A heartbeat later and you can feel his warm breath against your folds. “You wanted to feel good, right?”

“Yes, please,” you breathe, hands instinctively tangling in his soft brown hair. 

“Then be a good slut for me, and stay still while I make you feel good." 

You stifle a whimper - he knows what his words do to you, and you jolt as his tongue gently nudges against your folds. There's no stopping the soft sigh that falls from your lips as he delves deeper, ghosting across your swollen clit to nudge against your hole. He's tentative, teasing with his movements - he likes to make you wait, tease you until you're grinding against his mouth.

You doubt this will be an exception.

A moan is thrust out of you as you feel your hole stretch slightly. Not much, not far - just enough to accommodate him as he fucks your hole with his tongue. It's just the right side of unsatisfying - you're aching, absolutely dripping for him, and this is just enough to whet your appetite and make you hungry for more.

You can feel his smile against you, and you already know what's coming - still, it's disappointing when he pulls his tongue out. You whine, unashamed of how you must sound or how loud you may be, and he chuckles.

"Patience, baby girl," he breathes. Warm air flows over you, and your hands move to tangle in his hair. His tongue shifts again, lapping at your clit for long enough that you think you may cum before he stops to draw mind-numbing circles around it instead.

Time bends around the two of you - it always does when he's between your thighs like this, when he's teasing and deliberate with every swipe of his tongue against you, every press of him against your hole. He edges you for so long; slow circles around your clit turn to quick thrusts inside of you that shift into laps against your hole that drag upward, just barely catching your clit before they stop.

You're sure there would be a puddle on the floor were it not for his dedication. The entire house is filled with the sounds of his mouth against you, only drowned out by the sound of your cries as he begins to suck on your clit.

Your knees quake on either side of his head, and he doesn't hesitate to bring his hands up behind your thighs. Without a second thought, he lifts - not even pausing in his mission, tongue still thrusting into you at an almost absurd rate - and then your thighs are resting atop his shoulders. You gasp, both in shock and in pleasure as he lets his teeth graze ever so lightly against that bundle of nerves.

This isn't the first time he's done this - put you on his shoulders and left you there while he eats you out within an inch of your life - but it's the first time in a long time, and it has you seeing stars as one of your hands stays tangled in his hair and the other is braced against the wall beside you.

"Hyunwoo, please–" You beg, but you can't catch your breath long enough between moans to say anything more. He sucks again, the flat of his tongue gliding over your clit as it's pulled into his mouth once more, and your vision goes white. Your knees quake, and you're sure that if you had been standing, you wouldn't be anymore.

"That's my girl," Hyunwoo praises after he's done cleaning up your cum. When you can see again, you realize he's set you down on the floor and is slowly massaging your thighs.

"Hyun, I....please....can you–"

"You want me to fuck you stupid, baby?" He asks. His tone is a little patronizing, but that's okay, because it only serves to turn you on more. "Does my sweet little whore need my cock in her?"

"Yes, please," you whimper, hips tilting upwards against nothing of their own accord.

Hyunwoo stands and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his grey sweats. A few moments later he's pulled them down just enough to free himself. Your mouth drops open slightly when you finally lay eyes on him - you know he's big. You know that he is big, you've had his entire length inside of you several times now and you've felt it for days after each time, but it still never fails to shock you.

Because he is big. Thick, so thick you can hardly wrap your entire fist around him, and long, with the perfect curve that hits that spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. His dick is nearly as perfect as he is, and that is a very high bar.

It's also so hard that you can see it throbbing, jumping every so often as his muscles tense.

"You want me to make you come with my cock, right, baby?" He asks, once again using that patronizing tone that makes heat creep across your cheeks.

You nod.

"Then you're going to have to ask nicely, aren't you?" He prods.

"Please, daddy," you say without hesitation, "Please fuck me, I want you to make me cum so hard that I cry, I want to be a good slut for you."

"Very good, baby," he praises. "Now I want you to prove that you mean it. Can you be a good little whore and suck my cock?"

You lean forward, not even bothering to use your hands because your bones still feel like jelly. You run your tongue across the tip of him, giving small kitten licks to the slit just how he likes. A groan rumbles through him, and he lets out a soft gasp as you slip your tongue down to wet the shaft as well. 

"Fuck, princess," he moans, "I think you've gotten even better at this."

Encouraged, you let your mouth hang open– just barely wide enough to get your lips around the shaft– and let your tongue rest on your spit-slick lips. You glance up long enough to see that Hyunwoo's eyes are blown wide with his desire before you mouth sloppily down his dick. It's messy and would probably be disgusting if it were anyone but the two of you and Hyunwoo didn't have that look in his eyes that promises you'll remember tonight for several weeks. 

His hands move, one adjusting his grip on the doorframe as you suck the head of his cock between your lips while the other comes down to grip one of the two buns you put your hair in that morning. He tugs - not hard, not yet, but firmly enough that it stings slightly and makes you keen.

"If you're going to make a mess, don't you think you should clean it up?" He asks. You lift a brow and he grins. "Clearly you're not that tired if you still have an attitude."

"No," you whine, "I am tired, my bones are basically nonexistent right now thanks to you."

The hand in your hair loosens slightly, and Hyunwoo tuts. "I have to do all the work, huh? Then get on your knees for me, baby girl, so I can use you like a good toy." 

You rush to comply, and only wince a bit at the feeling of the cold floor against your knees. His hand stays where it is the entire time you're moving, but he waits until you're sitting still, legs folded under you and giving you that extra bit of height you'll need. 

"Let me know if it's too much," Hyunwoo commands, and you nod. His eyes darken, slightly, and he runs his thumb along your jaw. "What's the signal?"

"Two taps on your thigh," You tell him, not for the first time. He's always so careful beforehand, and while you appreciate just how much he cares about you, you also are sick of just staring at his cock, and your mouth is beginning to water. 

Hyunwoo coos slightly, and the hand in your hair shifts to guide rather than just anchor. "You're always so good for me," he mutters as he slides the tip past your lips. "Always such a good little slut." 

You don't stop the whimper that escapes your throat – he loves them, and you know it. Your mouth is lax, nothing more than a hole for him to fill as he sees fit, and there's the slightest twinge of complaint as your jaw begins to stretch. 

You ignore it, determined to get as much of him as possible this time. You've practiced for this, nearly every day, since the last time and you're not stopping until you beat your record. 

Hyunwoo sighs as he hits the back of your throat. "God, you're perfect," he mutters as he begins to slide back out. You let your jaw relax a bit as he does, and when just the tip rests on your tongue, you give it a small kiss, just because you can. 

Hyunwoo smiles, gaze softening for a split second. "Hands in position, baby girl," he reminds you, and you do as he says – one hand on back of each of his thighs, so you can tap out if you need to. 

Also so you can feel those incredible muscles flex as he starts shallow thrusts, rippling and tensing under your fingers. If your mouth weren't otherwise occupied, you'd bite them. 

Hyunwoo continues carefully, testing just how much of himself can fit before you start to gag on his length….and just how long you can choke before you really start to need air. 

He pulls back before you even need to tap out, always careful to keep an eye on you for any warning signs. He slides back in and waits until he hits the back of your throat again, pushing slightly further, and just as he's about to begin pulling back out, you look up at him with wide eyes.

You know you look like a mess; drool gathering on your lips because your mouth is too full to hold it, tears streaming down your cheeks from your attempts to stop gagging. Hyunwoo loves it when you look ruined like this, adores taking your perfectly crafted image and crumbling it to pieces in his hands. 

So it's no surprise when he lets out a low moan, or when he lets himself slip a little further down your throat. This is as far as he's ever gotten and you want him to know how good you are, how hard you've been practicing  with the toys underneath your bed. He slides out, precum dripping onto your tongue as he does, and you bat your lashes at him.

"Use me," you tell him. "Use me like the toy that I am for you, Daddy." Something darkens in his eyes and he doesn't hesitate to thrust  back in.

Your eyes water with the force of it and you don't stop the moan that escapes you as he slides deeper down your throat than he's ever been before. There's still a couple inches left before he'd be fully sheathed, but Hyunwoo doesn't even seem to notice as he pulls out just to thrust back in.

Neither of you are quiet — you can barely hear the wet squelch of your mouth. It's drowned out by the moans he draws from you, which in turn pull moans from him between the words he growls out.

"God, you're so perfect," he mutters as he fucks your throat with abandon. "The perfect angel slut, so good at getting throatfucked, just made for my cock no matter where it goes, huh? You're such a good whore, you're probably fucking soaked just from my dick in your mouth, aren't you?"

You whimper around him and he speeds up, relentless; he's not wrong either — you are soaked, can feel it between your thighs as your hips rock fruitlessly against empty air.

"Oh, look at you," Hyunwoo coos, "So desperate to be fucked while sucking me off. Maybe one day I'll get one of your buddies over here to fuck your throat while you ride my cock, since you're so desperate to get used like a good slut. But I don't even think that'll be enough, will it? Because they won't be me." He thrusts a little deeper, a little rougher, and you aren't sure if the noises you're making are as loud as they seem to you but either way, they only serve to egg him on. 

"No," Hyunwoo continues, "They won't be Daddy, will they? They won't be able to get this deep in your throat, won't be able to fuck you like this. And you know why? Because this is my hole." He punctuates the sentence with a sharp thrust and you squeeze the backs of his thighs to show your agreement. "You're my perfect slut. My good little whore. Isn't that right, baby girl?"

You squeeze the backs of his thighs again, but it isn't enough. He stills, still buried nearly to the hilt inside you, and cocks a brow.

"Well? Aren't you my perfect whore?" Your face flames, heat burning in your cheeks. Your jaw aches from being stretched for so long, there spit and precum dripping down your chin  and you can feel him throbbing in your throat. 

And Hyunwoo looks expectant. He wants to hear you agree with him, wants you to remind yourself of this fact.

You don't even blink when he pulls his phone out of the pocket of his sweats. You can't see what he does, but based on how he angles it and the shallow thrusts he gives without looking away from the screen, you can guess. 

"Aw, is my baby girl getting shy now?" He teases as you make eye contact with the lens and feel your face heat up. "Don't even worry about it, baby. I just wanna remember how fucking perfect you look right now forever. My perfect cocksucking slut."

You whimper, pussy clenching around nothing and you're overcome with a sudden need to feel him inside you.

"Are you gonna be a good slut now?" Hyunwoo continues, still recording. "Are you daddy's good slut?" You nod and can't stop the reflexive swallow as he goes even deeper. Hyunwoo groans at the feeling and you can see his grip on his phone tighten for a moment.

"Say it," he commands when his eyes open once more. "I want to hear you say it."

" 'm 'a'y's 'er'ec' 'ore," you moan. It doesn't even sound like words, at this point, but when you look back up at him with wide eyes. Hyunwoo looks proud.

"You absolutely are," he whispers. He hits a button and then pockets his phone again. He slides carefully out of your mouth and casually strokes his cock with one hand as he wipes spit from your face with the other. "I think you've been a perfect angel, baby girl, so you've earned your reward. Where would you like it?"

"Bed, please, Daddy." Your voice is hoarse and scratchy, but you don't care, and Hyunwoo doesn't seem to either as he pulls his sweats up and then bends. The world spins for a moment and then steadies, and you realize he's got you in his arms. Hyunwoo carries you like a princess towards the room you share, and tosses you on the bed without hesitation.

Your eyes widen as he starts to strip out of his clothes, and you can't deny that you enjoy the show. The torso of muscles all rippling, the golden skin all shining, the desire in his eyes. Then the sweats — they hit the ground with a thud and you idly hope his phone is alright before you remember there are more important things right now.

He is, unsurprisingly, still hard — almost painfully so, a deep swollen pink at the head and jumping every so often. The vein running up the underside is throbbing, and you can actually feel yourself get wetter with anticipation.

One knee rests on the mattress, then the other, and Hyunwoo is crawling towards you on his hands and knees, and you can see every muscle as it shifts and fuck you love this man.

"I love you," you tell him, not for the first time. He breaks for a second, a bright smile taking over his face.

"I love you," he replies, pressing a kiss to your thigh. "Can we take those clothes off now, baby, because as great as you look, you're even better naked."

Breath catches in your throat and you nod. Hyunwoo is almost reverent as his hands glide up your thighs and is exceedingly gentle as he slides down the zipper and then the skirt itself. He smiles again, almost shy, and you can't help but marvel at the fact that this is the same man who bad you gagging on his dick not five minutes ago.

He leans in and gently nudges your nose with his, but when you lean forward to kiss him, he backs away with a playful grin. His warm hand rests on your waist and he leans in again only to dart back when you try to kiss him — not far, though. He's still close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath mix with yours, but it's still infuriating. 

You pout at him, and his smile just grows. "What is it?" He asks, teasing. "What do you want?" His lips ghost over yours as he speaks and it nearly breaks you.

"You," You whine. "I want you."

"You have me." He leans forward then, capturing your lips with an intensity you haven't seen in a long time. His mouth moves against yours and it's firm, commanding, and absolutely intoxicating as he pulls back just to lightly bite your lips. It's not rough, not really, but it's fiery and exciting and everything you've wanted. 

He presses closer, nimble fingers undoing the buttons of your blouse in what seems like an instant. Warm hands cross your spine and then your bra is gone, too. His skin seems to meld to yours, hands moving everywhere as he lays you back. 

Your breath hitches when you feel him against your entrance and he smiles into the bruise he's sucking into your throat. 

"You're so fucking wet, baby," he breathes as his tip teases against your entrance. "You're always so wet for me, so ready to be fucked. Just a perfect fucking whore, huh?" He slides in then, but only a bit. Just like before, it's just barely enough for you to feel him stretching you out. Just a tease of what's to come.

"Hyunwoo," you whine. You can see the amusement in his eyes as he chuckles.

"What is it? You want more?" He slides in further, but just a centimeter. You whine again, pushing your hips up against his to try to push him deeper. You can feel yourself throbbing, aching, for him, and you're tired of being teased. You want to be full. 

You tell him as much, watching his pupils dilate with every word until there's hardly any iris left to be seen. 

"Is that so?" He mutters, almost to himself. "Well, your wish is my command." He slides in, slowly, but this time he doesn't stop. He just keeps going and going and going, until you can feel him at your cervix. It stings – you're stretched so far, and he's so deep inside – but you relish it. 

"Beautiful," Hyunwoo mutters as he begins to slide back out, inch by agonizing inch. You whimper as the tip nearly slides out, too, and your hips lift of their own accord. Hyunwoo takes the hint and pushes back in; he creates a rhythm, one so slow, so maddening, that you're on the verge of tears as you whine and whimper underneath him. 

He notices your frustration, pulls himself away from lazily mouthing at your nipples, and hums. 

"What's wrong, baby? You aren't satisfied yet?" He gives you that Boy-Next-Door grin that you know hides a demon behind it. "Are you going to ask nicely again? Tell me no one fills you up like I do and beg me to fuck you the way you want? You look so pretty when you beg."

Any other time, you wouldn't. You would at least hesitate, make him work a little harder for your pleas. But you're desperate and frustrated and have no shame, so you don't hesitate. 

"Please, Daddy," you beg, letting your legs fall open and arching your back so his eyes drop lower and lower. "Please, Daddy, no one can fill this pussy like you do, no one can fuck my holes like you. Pl–please," you moan as he slides entirely inside once more, "Please fuck me right, make me come on your cock, I wan– wanna be fucked stupid, want you to– to fuck me stupid, please, wanna be Daddy's perfect slut, pl– Ah!"

You can't help your surprised gasp as Hyunwoo flips you onto your stomach with a low growl.

Warmth drapes along your back as you rise up, palms splayed across the sheets and elbows locked to keep you upright; his skin is sweat-slick and heated against your own, and a shiver runs down your spine when he pauses to runs his teeth along the lobe of your ear. 

"You are the best part of my life," he announces.

Butterflies explode in your belly a split second before he slides out of you.

"And I'm gonna make you cum so hard that you'll never forget that fact."

"Hyunwo— Oh!"

He thrusts into you with enough force to toss you into the headboard, had he not planted one hand firmly on your hip and had the other curled around your breast to tease your nipple. 

"You like that?" Hyunwoo asks with a smile in his voice. He repeats the movement and you clench around him as you gasp out a moan.�� It's all you can do to nod and he flicks your nipple in response. "Good."

He lifts up, both hands now holding you steady by an iron grip on your hips, and readjusts his legs so yours are spread slightly wider. Your arms are trembling but you pay them no mind. 

Until Hyunwoo thrusts forward, pulling back just as quickly only to bury himself again, a heartbeat later. His pace is absolutely merciless; the sound of skin hitting skin fills the room, mixing beautifully with the wet slide as he shoves back in and the rough, throat moans that he pulls from you. Your vision swims, and you can't concentrate on anything else as he gives you the fucking that's been haunting your dreams every night. 

He adjusts his grip, one hand moving to sit firmly on the small of your back and press you down just a bit. The angle shifts – not much, but enough that the next time he pounds into you, he thrusts right up against that spot that makes your toes curl. 

You cry out, vision going white as he hits it again, and again, and again, absolutely ruthless in his mission. Your muscles go weak, biceps twitching as they give out, and then you're face down in the mattress. Hyunwoo doesn't hesitate, just ghosts his palm down to rest between your shoulders and keep you in place. 

He might be talking – you certainly think you hear the low tones of his voice as he speaks to you, but you can't make out words. It's too much work, too many syllables, too much effort to try to work past the haze that blankets your mind. You can still feel him, pumping in and out of your gushing pussy — the stretch barely stings anymore, and he throbs inside of you.  Each thrust is still perfectly angled to hit that mind-numbing place that keeps you from doing anything more than screeching his name. 

He slows, immediately switching from speed to power as he manages to put even more force behind his hips. The hand in your back moves, as does the one on your hip and then you're rising.

A warm palm across your throat – not choking,  just keeping you in place while the other traces along your spread thigh. 

There are words – something your brain is too fried to make out, and then a rumble that vibrates through you. A laugh. His thrusts get a little faster as he fucks up into you, and you're dimly aware of his fingers slipping between your folds. 

Someone screams — no, not someone. You. You scream, something so loud and provocative that it can't even be called a moan anymore, as he begins to rub circles around your clit. Orgasms rock through you,  every part of your body going boneless even as you shake from the force of it. It's impossible to tell when it stops, if it stops – the aftershocks are strong and he still hasn't stopped fucking you, though he's slower and gentler now, letting you ride it out on his cock. 

"……perfect for me, " you hear him whisper as you're senses come back. "Absolutely perfect, an amazing fucking— just divine, you are."

"Hyun," you manage, and it's no shock that you sound absolutely wrecked.  "D– Daddy."

"I'm here, baby girl," he mutters, "What do you need?"

"You," You respond instantly. "Want you, wanna fee– feel it, want you to fill me, please, in– ah, inside, want you dripping ou–" You're cut off once more as your body heaves with yet another aftershock, clenching around his hard length again. 

"Whatever you want, baby," he promises. "Can you come once more for me, baby girl? Just one more time so we can come together?"

"Mm…." You pause, taking the best inventory you can as your muscles jolt again. You consider lying to him, or just omitting this, because you know he'll never stop reminding you of it, but decide against it. Instead, you quietly admit,  "I don't think I ever stopped."

"Oh, fuck," he breathes. Within moments, you can feel his thrusts turn more erratic, more frenzied, and then you're impossibly fuller even as something warm drips down the inside of your thigh. 

He's gentle as he lays you down on the bedspread, exceedingly so as he pulls his softening cock out of you. His weight disappears from the bed for a few minutes that seem to stretch into hours, and then the mattress dips, and his soft smile appears once more. 

"Here sweetheart, drink this." He hands you a familiar cup and when you take a sip, the water is cool and refreshing. Wet warmth, surprising but pleasant, glides along your inner thigh and you look down to see him cleaning you up. 

"Mm, this is quite possibly the perfect view," you tease, wagging your brows as you make a show of checking out his muscular arms. It makes him laugh, the soft one that's just for when you're being ridiculous. 

"Drunk your water, you menace," he commands as he continues to wipe. "You're gonna need to replenish your fluids, after all that." He looks pointedly towards the bed and you follow his gaze, face heating when your eyes land on the rather sizable wet spot staining the sheets. 

"Whoops?" You offer. When you look back at him, he only looks fond. 

"Don't even start, it was hot. Besides, they needed to be put in the wash anyway.  I'll start them after you get into the bath." He gives over you, taking kisses along every piece of skin he can until he reaches your lips. You can't help the way your breath catches – even after all this time, he manages to make you breathless over the smallest things.

He peppers kisses along your cheeks, and nose, and everywhere else until you're giggling and trying to turn away from him. Unfortunately, with his arms on either side of you, you're fairly well trapped, so you settle for fucking your head into his neck instead. 

You pause. Sniff again. Back up. He looks sheepish, like he already knows what you're going to say. 

"We were out of the fancy stuff—" He tries, but you don't let him. 

"You used that 3-in-1 shit again?" You demand. "Actual body wash isn't even fancy, it's what normal people use! That's it, you're coming into the bath with me after you start the laundry so that I can make sure you didn't use it in your hair, too."

He smiles again, though you have a sneaking suspicion that he's just humoring you when he nods and says, "Whatever you want."

[yolkyeomie]

[blurb] — member: minho, word count: 2489, genre: e2l-esque/rockband au/female!reader/angst(?), warning: none.

note: this is a wildly out of character verison of minho so none of this is probably accurate to his actual personality. I was just tired one hand and this is how I saved myself

[11:30 pm]: “Lee Minho!” You growled. Despite the bustling energy of the dressing room before you had entered, your voice boomed over every single person within the walls limits. Those who were speaking quickly closed their mouths and others who were walking in and out slowed their hasty pace to a creeping stalk. Their eyes turned from each other to you as you stood in the doorway, hand clenched tightly around the door knob in an attempt to keep yourself calm.

Everyone could tell just by taking one glance at you that you were not here to play around as usual. The energy you exude was far too intense for anyone to even crack a smile at you. “Where is he?” You demanded, glancing around the room for the sly cat. “Where is Minho?”

“Here,” a cheery voice informed, nearly giving yourself whiplash as you turned around. There he stood right behind you, his signature black bass guitar slung over his shoulders and his mocking smile plastered against his face. Behind him stood his bandmates nervously glancing between the two of you, unsure of what exactly was going to happen next.

This scenario was something they had seen countless times before yet they still would never get used to the sight of you breathing smoke out of your nose and Minho only looking down on you with endearment. Your anger was entertaining to him, no matter how many times the out of you spat with each other.

“What? Is there something wrong?” He asked, his statement covering for his blatant ignorance, “did you not like the concert? But you had the best seat in the house?”

His condescending words easily began to fan the flame, eagerly watching as your face flickered from a look of pure bewilderment to complete wrath.

You knew Minho was doing this on purpose, yet you couldn’t resist the urge to explode. “Was there something wrong?” You questioned him, reaching out and grabbing the sterling silver chain that hung down his neck. Gasps fluttered throughout the room at your threatening demeanor as you spoke, “You really have the audacity to be asking that right now?”

“Hey, not here,” Changbin interrupted, “Not while everyone is watching. Don’t want a video of your fight to get leaked, do you?” He used his drumsticks to separate the two of you from each other, providing himself as the unprompted middle ground as he gestured toward the staff in the room.

Usually he would be all for watching you rip into Minho without a second thought, but there were too many people around to let it go unchecked. As much as he believed that the bassist deserved every inch of karma that was going to hit him, it couldn’t happen in public. They had a reputation to uphold after all.

The two of you looked around the room for yourselves, taking note of how the entire backstage room was crawling with staff members from the concert the group had held. As much as you wanted to give him a piece of your mind, you would rather not be labeled as the crazy person that barged in and caused a fight.

Begrudgingly you stepped back and away from Minho, just enough for it not to look like you weren’t going to attack him like some rabid animal. “Fine, I won’t.”

“Take it outside, somewhere private would be ideal,” Bang Chan added, whispering as lowly as possible so that any of the more... invading staff couldn’t catch him. “Oh, and don’t do anything stupid? Please? I kinda need Minho alive.”

“You heard the man,” The boy taunted, gesturing back to the band’s leader. “He needs me alive, so keep your hands to yourself this time.”

You didn’t think you could roll your eyes as hard as you did, forcing your hands to your side so that you didn’t actually harm him. The whispers and murmurs only continued to go as you led Minho outside of the dressing room, their voices drifting to your ears despite their attempts to conceal them.

“Is she some crazy fan?” “No, I heard she knows the boys personally.”

“Should we call security? What if she actually harms him!”

“I wonder what Minho did for her to act that way? Honestly, I couldn’t blame her… he’s a little patronizing and stuck up in my opinion…”

You shook off their words as the two of you walked down the corridor of the dressing rooms in silence, a stark contrast to the other staff members who were running about the halls to clean up the aftermath of the band’s concert. Every so often someone would stop to greet the two of you and ask what was going on, the sheer intensity of your auras combined quickly made them back off.

You were always the more approachable of the two but this wasn’t the right time for any of that to happen.

Soon the crowd began to thin out and for the most part, the two of you were left completely alone. The corridor you had turned down was practically a dead end so it was the perfect place for you to antagonize the bassist without running away.

“You said you’d help me with Hyunjin, to get back together with him,” you began, turning your sharp and annoyed gaze on him once again. “You said you’d get me tickets to your concert because I mentioned he was a fan of the band, so what was with that stunt you pulled on stage at the end?”

“I don’t think I understand?” The boy questioned, leaning up against the wall as he continued to feign ignorance like he had done in the dressing room with the staff. “I did exactly what you asked me to. I got you tickets, I got you the best seats in the house, I even got the other members to put his favorite song on the set list for this concert? What could have possibly gone wrong?”

“That song!” You exclaimed, “that dumb song you had created on your own but never released it for the band to play because it was about me. You played it right before the concert ended as the encore. Are you insane, seriously?”

Minho snorted at your frustration, clearly not taking the situation as serious as you were. “Are you serious? You’re mad because I played that love song without telling you? Come on Y/N, you really think he was able to tell that it was about you?”

You scoffed, almost laughing at his answer. A love song? You wouldn’t exactly label the song as a “love song”. “I understand you don’t think very highly of Hyunjin, but he knew Minho. There was no way he wouldn’t have been able to tell.”

It was so clear that Minho knew exactly what he was doing when he was on stage. As the band got ready to play their original encore song, you had caught him skipping around to stage to each member of the band. Starting discreetly with Changbin since he was the drummer in the background all the way to whispering to the lead guitarist, Jisung, near the front of the stage.

Once his words had finally reached the ears of Bang Chan, the leader gave a skeptical glance before his eyes connected to your curious one’s. He hesitated for a moment before putting on a strained smile and speaking into the microphone.

There’s been a slight change of plans in the encore, Bang Chan had announced. The entire crowd let out a wave of confusion as his dimples distracted their fans from his clear distress. I mean, who doesn’t like an unreleased song as the ending note?

The crowd let out a cheer for the change, not bothered one bit by the band switching gears to do something off script. Even Hyunjin was excited to hear the song that even he hadn’t known existed. Though both his wide smile quickly fell once the song began to play, its piercing and strong melody rang through the stadium as Minho strummed his guitar.

Minho had the most lines out of the other members of the band in that song, which was a stark contrast to his usual in the background singing. The boy was standing front and center, hands no longer glued to his guitar but clutching onto the microphone that stood before him. His voice boomed over the speakers as he sang to the crowd, yet his attention wasn’t on his adoring fans that were calling his name.

No, his attention was on you.

Minho’s eyes almost never left your figure as he zeroed you out in the crowd, his prideful smile growing on his lips as he poured his soul into the lyrics he never thought he’d sing in person. It was like he was sending a signal to you and Hyunjin, that the bond that you were trying to rekindle between the two of you would never work out in the end.

You’re mine, Minho’s lyrics conveyed, a meaning only you and Hyunjin could decipher, and I’ll never let you go to him.

“You can’t keep… you can’t keep doing this,” you struggled to convince him (or maybe you were trying to convince yourself?). “You can’t keep trying to interfere with my relationships! I’m my own person, Minho, I like other people! You can’t keep going on like this.”

“I can’t keep going on like this?” He repeated, in shock that you would even have the audacity to say that to him. Minho pushed himself off the wall as he approached you, his stereotypical vile temperament that his staff deemed him as showing through his usual cool head. “I’m not the one who keeps running back to the same person whose heart I broke every time we have a fight!”

Ouch, what a low blow. But it wasn’t like Minho was… lying? As much as you wanted to deny it, every time the two of you got into it you’d go running to Hyunjin afterward.

You needed something different from the constant fire and ice of you and the bassist's quarrels and that was exactly what Hyunjin was. He wasn’t the sheer cold of the winter storm like Minho was, just a pleasant breeze along a hot summer day. That’s why you were so drawn to him at first, that’s why you had jumped head first into a relationship with him, and that’s why you couldn’t exactly let go of him after you had broken up.

So despite Hyunjin being the better of the two, why was it that you only ran to him for comfort? As soon as he had given you what you desired you were back to trailing behind the band’s footsteps. You were back to walking and fighting with Minho.

“Do you really like him?” Minho asked, his tone a little harsher than he planned. Though he didn’t apologize for the attitude as he continued to speak, “Do you really want to be with Hyunjin again or is this an excuse to keep playing with me?”

“It’s…,” you hesitated, why must he ask this up now of all times? “It’s complicated, Minho! Not only that but it’s none of your business to pry into my relationship with Hyunjin? You’ve already done enough damage—”

“Y/N, tell me before I figure it out in a way you aren’t going to like,” he blurted out, finally snagging the words out of your mouth for good. What did he just say? “Do you really still like Hyunjin? Or are you just using him at this point, because it really feels like the latter when you keep hanging around me and not him.”

You stared back at him wide eyed, struggling to form sentences in your head and deciding to spit out whatever you could. “What are you talking about? You mean like use him to make you jealous of something? That’s petty, Minho, I—“

“One,” he began, reaching for the guitar strap on his shoulders to discard the instrument.

“How I feel about Hyunjin is none of your business,” you tried to argue. “See you’re even doing it again! Trying to force your way through when things don’t go your way. I’m supposed to be the one who is asking for answers anyway!”

“Two,” Minho continued, ignoring your rambling as he dropped the bass onto the ground without care.

“Fine, I like him. I’m in love with Hyunjin, are you happy now?” You answer, though the words feel foreign on your tongue as you bite at him. “This fights and bickering we do mean nothing to me, your stupid encore song meant absolutely nothing to me. So stop trying to press forward already.”

Minho stood in front of you quietly, his face contorting in disapproval as he tried to process your answer. “You’re so good at fighting with me but you’re so bad at lying.” He shook his head, amused disbelief donning his face as he took a hold of your shirt collar in the same motion you took his chain necklace. “Three.”

“Why are you intent on this, hm? You don’t like being the one who is toyed with instead of the other way around?” You hissed, snatching his hand off of your shirt with as much strength as you could muster. “All you do is take, take, and humiliate. Get a grip, Minho.”

The boy hesitated for a moment, hovering just inches above your face and his eyes darting around the room. He should have known that you still would have the energy to argue with him, that never ending flame in your chest that kept lighting the cigarette of your relationship.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called, making you and Minho glance over your shoulder and down the corridor to spot a figure at the foot of it. You immediately recognized it to be the Hyunjin, the fool peering down curiously and a sheepish smile stretching across his face when he finally saw you. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I knew you were backstage. I just didn’t know how long you’d be here for. Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, of course,” you respond, your tone immediately going soft as you shoved Minho off of you. The way you spoke to Minho and Hyunjin respectively was so different from each other, one would think that you were two separate people. “Just give me one moment?”

The boy nodded, giving an awkward wave toward Minho given the fact that the last time the two had interacted was the situation during the encore. Though the bassist gave no response as you turned back to him, your original rage replenished as you finally addressed him for the last time. “Don’t ever sing that song again. Not around me, not around your bandmates, not around your fans, no one. I want every bit of its existence erased from my memory.”

[whereisten]

Mine

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Incubus!Ten x female reader

Genre: smut, angst?

Warnings: biting, choking, blood play

Word Count: 2K

(Big thank you to @touchedflowers for requesting this!! This was fun to write, incubus fics are my weakness, I hope you like it!)

[2:33 A.M]

You wake up to see the cooling fan above you still spinning in the dark night. You rolled over on your side to look at the clock and see that you still have some time left before you had to get up for class.

However, you stayed awake because the memories of last nights events flooded your tired mind as you tried to go back to sleep.

You made out with this cute basketball player at the frat party you and your friends went to. He held your body close and the two of you grinded to the deep bass of the trap music in the basement.

You remembered the feeling of his hot chest against your back, and his velvety hands on your waist. You started to breathe heavily as you thought of his steamy breath on your neck and the soft feeling of his lips on yours.

His hands dipped down to your thighs, slowly circling around to the inside of them where your heat had built up.

His long fingers moved up, making you lean back into him and moan like you were moaning now in your empty bed.

You arched back and moved your own fingers towards your pulsing core, working your hands under the waist band of your lace panties and pressing on the warm skin as you bent your knees slightly and widened the space between your sweaty legs.

“Need help?” A voice called out from the corner of your room, lit only by a dim night light.

You jumped up in the bed and closed your legs.

“Sh-shit, who are you? How’d you get in here?” You struggled to focus on the figure.

He walked forward. You’d never seen him before. He had short black hair and cat-like eyes that stared at you intensely. He wore a dark red velvet jacket and black pants. He looked at the blanket that covered your bent legs.

“I like it when you touch yourself...but I could help you.” He said smoothly.

With one wave of a finger, your blanket flew to the floor, leaving you with your legs bent and opening exposed to the strange man that now stood at the end of your bed.

He took both ankles and dragged you across the bed and towards him. He was alluring and handsome. You felt weak under his gaze, but you still looked on him in fear.

“I’m-gonna call the cops! Get away from me!” You called out.

“Call the cops? On who, exactly?” He turned to the mirror behind him, and when you looked into it, you saw nothing. No one was there, it was just you in your black lace underwear and silk camisole top.

“What the f-“ you started.

“Don’t try to figure it out, darling, I’m here because you need me.” He turned back to you and smirked. “Let’s not waste any more time.”

“W-Who are you?” You asked as he leaned over you. You laid down to avoid his face as it got closer, but you couldn’t back away anymore as he held onto your knees and pushed himself in between your legs.

“I’m Ten.” He whispered into your ear, sending chills up your spine. He kissed your neck and pushed himself up to look down at you. He bit his lips at the sight of your wet panties. “And you’re...needy.”

You gasped as he ran two fingers along your covered slit. His delicate touch was enough to make you weak and obedient. His scent was intoxicating, sweet like vanilla, but sultry like amber.

He was commanding and you didn’t understand anything, how it was happening or how he came to you, but you wanted to let it be.

He used his hands to rip your thin top in two and throw the pieces of fabric to the floor. You gasped again at the cold air on your chest and abdomen.

He smiled and looked down at your supple breasts, taking in how your perky nipples stuck up in the cold air towards him.

He lowered himself again and pressed his clothed dick against your core, running against it while you moaned.

You drew in a sharp breath as he took your nipple into his mouth. His tongue circled around it while he sucked hard and pressed his thumbs into your sides.

You felt yourself grow wet from the feeling of his warm mouth on your cold skin.

“Ten—“ You ran a hand through his soft, dark hair while he still sucked your nipples and grinded down into your wet opening.

You scratched his back lightly while he nipped your collar bone. You yelped at the sharp pain while he looked down to see a string of blood start to run down. You both felt him grow more as he watched and smiled. He wiped the crimson liquid from your skin with his index finger and licked it. He closed his eyes and savored the heavenly taste.

He lowered himself again and smeared the remaining blood with his mouth before sucking on your nipple again. He groaned as you arched your back into him and cried softly.

You moved your hips to gain more friction as he dry-humped you, but he pressed your hips down and pulled away to look at you. “Not yet, little one.”

You whined and breathed heavily, he lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. “Do you promise to do everything I say?” He watched you through low eyes.

“Yes, yes, I’ll do anything.” You were begging for him to fuck you. You were so wound up from your thoughts of the basketball player and now from him. You needed a release.

He smirked. “You must take me in whenever I ask.” You nodded quickly, ready to take him in, but you didn’t realize that there was a double meaning.

“Use your words, sweetheart. Is your body mine?” Ten’s strange words laced in seduction made your core pulse even more, all you could do was say yes.

“Yes, Ten.”

He lowered his pants and held your ankles again, pulling you towards him so that you were at the edge of the bed.

You stared at his large, convulsing dick and wondered how you could possibly take all of him in. He worked his hand from the base to the tip while biting his lips and looking down at your lace underwear.

“Now, should I fuck you?” His rough voice made you tremble.

“Yes.” You nodded enthusiastically and started to bring your panties down your legs.

He watched your every move, stroking his length while pre cum dripped onto your lower abdomen.

You placed your soaked underwear to the side and laid back down, waiting for him to enter you.

He lowered himself and pushed into you slowly.

You closed your eyes and whimpered. He large dick stretched you out and made your legs weak.

You struggled to breathe properly as he held the crook of your knee and brought your left leg up to push into you at a different angle.

He gripped your ankle tightly, pressing his sharp nails into the skin so hard, you started to bleed.

He smiled while you whined at the mixture of pain and contentment you felt from being filled up by him finally.

He pushed in and out of you faster, burying into you so deep, the base disappeared in you.

You moaned at the amazing feeling. It was unlike anything else. The feeling of the friction against your walls made you go crazy under him. You gripped the sheets under you.

Ten brought his mouth to your breasts again, darting his tongue out to lick around the hard nipple.

He bit you hard again to draw blood. Your eyes flickered open and he stared at you through dark eyes now, he wasn’t smiling. Your blood dripped from his ruby colored lips.

“Ah, fuck.” You cried out as he pushed into you harder. He moved into you at an incredibly fast pace while the sounds of his dick entering your wet entrance and his hips snapping into yours filled the air.

“Your blood is part of mine now, I know how you taste, you know how I feel, and now, we will never be separated.” Ten kissed your neck and your collarbone, leaving prints of your blood all over you.

You were too distracted by the feeling of his long dick inside you, slamming against your insides repeatedly to really think about what he said.

You looked down and saw the print of his tip poke through your stomach. You were turned on by the sight and feeling, and clenched around him, moaning loudly as you arched your back and threw your head back.

“Yes, yes, Ten, yes..oh..my God” your body convulsed under him while he still pushed into your quivering pussy to reach his orgasm. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you saw stars during the intense climax.

He bit the skin between your breasts and licked his lips while pushing in faster. Your entire body moved up and down on the bed while you held onto the sheets, still disoriented from your intense climax.

He grunted and licked up the blood on your abdomen. He wrapped his other hand around your throat and pushed into you roughly while looking into your eyes.

He squeezed your throat while you chanted his name, still in ecstasy from the feeling of him inside you. You massaged your breasts, running the soft skin and pinching your nipples. He liked watching you do this as he ruined you.

Your legs were weak and your pussy was overwhelmed with feeling and moisture. Your legs were so far apart you felt they might actually break, but you didn’t want him to stop moving. You wanted him to fuck you until you couldn’t think or walk straight.

You felt yourself nearing another climax.

“You’re going to cum again, isn’t that right sweetheart?” Ten’s were darker now, black and large while he continued to snap his hips into yours.

He let go of your ankle and rubbed your clit with his thumb. You breathed heavily and looked down at his hand. His soft thumb felt amazing on you.

You felt sensitive but welcomed your second orgasm. “Oh..fuck, Ten, yes.”

“Your body is mine now, darling.” You released onto him again as he finally came in you, giving you one last push.

He chuckled as he ran a hand over your stomach to feel his twitching dick.

You closed your eyes tightly and focused on breathing normally.

Ten pulled out of you and picked up his pants without saying anything.

You felt the pain of all the spots that he had bit at once and got up to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror.

There were no marks, no traces of blood. Nothing.

You stepped out of the bathroom and went back to your room to look for Ten,

but he was gone.

You sighed and went back to bed, the overwhelmingly euphoric feeling that once covered your body was now gone. You finally thought about what he said. What did he mean by “we will never be separated?”

—————

It was the next day and you were in class. You didn’t get a good night of sleep because of the strange wet dream you had, so you slowly fell asleep in the back of the class.

You were startled awake by the harsh slap of a wooden ruler against a desk.

You looked up, squinting at the bright light above you. The class was empty, only you were left behind....or so you thought.

“Tsk..tsk...falling asleep in class? Not very nice of you, darling.” A voice from behind you spoke. You turned in your chair to see Ten walking down the row towards you.

“What are you doing here?” You shifted in your seat, somewhat unsettled.

“Remember what I said, darling, remember when you said my name over and over and ‘yes, yes, yes!’ You cried out loud and the angels sang!” Ten raised the ruler and laughed.

“Yes..but that was in the heat of the moment, it didn’t mean anything..I don’t even know you.” You stumbled over your words and looked away from him.

“Oh, sweetheart, you let me taste you, enter you, fuck you, cum in you...there’s no going back.” Ten looked down at you while you still sat in your seat, placing a hand on your chin to tilt your face up to his.

“Your body is mine now, are you ready for round two?”

[omidettol]

haikyuu!! random scenario - 02

02: tokyo representative playoffs

genre • slice of life

summary • a journey of three friends in which they met so many new people in their life that revolved around volleyball clubs.

word count • 2,332

author’s note • i really like writing this chapter because bokuto is so lovely and just the thought of him could make my mood better instantly. happy reading!

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sumida city gymnasium this afternoon was filled with the cheering from different high schools’ supporters in the semifinal of spring high tokyo representative playoffs. as the only one school that still hadn’t been eliminated in both the boys and the girls volleyball match, fukurodani supporters occupied almost half of the stands in the gym. the school’s cheerleaders and marching band also attended, not wanting to lose to other powerschool like itachiyama academy and nekoma high school.

fukurodani girls volleyball club was on their match point in the last set when the ball hit their middle blocker’s hands hard, nearly dropping outside the court as shinatsu quickly ran towards it and then dived to keep the ball up in the game. mizuki’s eyes never left the ball that flew over to the net on her side, it was neither high or low. just the perfect height for her to spike it with all the energy left on her body to the other side of the court’s corner, snatching their last point that day and also securing their ticket to the nationals in the next spring as the first girls representative of tokyo prefecture.

the crowds roared as the whole fukurodani girls team hugged each other before lining up to bow to their opponents and shook their hands, then they lined up again in front of the audience, giving a bow as gratitude for the support. cheers of prouds were filled in the air, leaving a very big smile on everyone’s faces in the team as they made their way to the changing rooms. mizuki was the first one to run off and grab her things before going to the bathroom; meanwhile shinatsu and haru walked rather behind than the others, taking their time while chatting about random things.

after changing into clean tracksuits, their coach told them that they’d have their evaluation of today’s match when they got back; they were free to go check the matches that were still going on since they still had to wait for the boys club to go back to school together with the school bus.

“i wanna get something from the vending machine, you guys can go first,” haru said to shinatsu and mizuki on their way back to the court to watch the remaining matches from the side.

“alrighty,” mizuki replied as haru turned right to find the vending machine she believed she saw before the game.

shinatsu and mizuki continued their way while talking about how curious mizuki to finally see kiyoomi’s game live. shinatsu had already heard about the two of them becoming friends and such which made her laugh because it sounded rather one sided in mizuki’s part. she couldn’t believe either that her friend would really bother one of the top three aces until he gave in.

when they arrived, nekoma was playing against nohebi for the third place on court b while fukurodani was playing against itachiyama on court a. they decided to watch nekoma’s game for a while, making their way to the front, just right behind a low barrier between the court and spectators.

shinatsu took a glance at their score which is tied. “i hope nekoma wins this set so they can go to the national with us.”

“yeah, but you can’t underestimate nohebi. saw them a couple of times and they’re quite as good as nekoma in both defense and offense,” mizuki responded while looking closely at the game. “those snakes really know how to play their game to the fullest, riling up their opponent but also acting nice in front of the referee.”

“ah, i see, typical snakes,” shinatsu nodded her head before gasping at nekoma’s libero, yaku morisuke, who had just received such a hard ball. “did ya see that?! holy moly that’s so cool, as expected from yaku-san!”

the girl on her left side chuckled at her reaction. “you can do that, too, natsu!”

“but—” she was cut off as soon as she spoke when the said boy suddenly jumped at them to keep the ball in play.

next to her, mizuki unconsciously groaned a little, feeling a little sting at her toes which were accidentally stepped by yaku who then fell on the floor in front of them. after the long rally finally stopped with nekoma scoring a point, another member of nekoma’s team came to help yaku.

“i’m so sorry!” yaku exclaimed as he bowed to mizuki.

flustered, mizuki quickly said, “not a problem, yakkun! but are you okay, though?”

shinatsu nodded her head and looked at yaku with worry written all over her face. “yeah, the way you landed looks really painful.”

“nah, i’m fine,” he turned back to the court but then froze when the pain finally hit him hard. feeling his ankle was sprained, yaku couldn’t stop himself from letting out a groan. his friend quickly helped him walk to the bench to get the treatment he needed.

“aw shit, i feel bad for him,” mizuki pouted as the game began again, but this time without yaku playing the libero role.

looking at the front match, shinatsu spoke, “same. but i guess nekoma will still be fine. kuroo’s still there. they’ll be fine.”

mizuki laughed a little. “oh yea that rooster head of course won’t let ‘em get through that easily.”

and they were right. after many points scored and taken, nekoma officially won the game and became the host representative for tokyo prefecture. haru who had come in between the sets smiled widely while both shinatsu and mizuki shouted at the top of their lungs to congratulate nekoma which made kuroo and kenma turn to look at them and gave thumbs up. they had known each other for quite some time since they occasionally met at haru’s house or at school when their school had practice matches together. at first, they didn’t really know each other that well. but since haru’s brother, akaashi keiji, friends with fukurodani’s ace, bokuto koutaro, they just somehow became quite close.

“let’s check out our school’s team,” haru proposed as she literally dragged them to the other side before the match ended.

to her surprise, the match was still going on in the third set with the current score of 5-8 led by itachiyama academy. right when they successfully managed to pass crowds of people to get a better view of the match, mizuki couldn’t help to drop her jaw at the sight in front of her. now she knew why he, indeed, was among the top three. the way his wrist spiked the ball was no way near what people said normal.

next to her, shinatsu also noticed this and grimaced at the thought of receiving that nasty powerful spike. “oh, wow, it’s so freaking cool. i lowkey wanna try to receive those spikes. can you do that too, mizuki?” she turned to face the short haired girl who was still awestruck by kiyoomi’s technique.

“can’t. my wrist isn’t as flexible as his,” mizuki stated after a short pause, eyes never leaving the game before her.

“flexible?” haru asked, confused of what mizuki talked about.

mizuki nodded her head enthusiastically. “yeah, didn’t you see it when he slammed that ball? it’s totally abnormal!”

“uh… okay,” haru’s eyes flickered back to the court as she mumbled to herself, “how did she even notice such small detail…”

shinatsu, who heard what haru said in a low voice, let out a hearty laugh when she realized mizuki didn’t exactly give the answer to haru’s question, but she decided to say nothing. focusing her eyes back to the game, shinatsu’s blue orbs unconsciously followed one particular boy on fukurodani’s side. it wasn’t the first she’d seen him play in an official match, but somehow she still felt as if it was her first time. the way he gracefully set the ball for the ace as he called out the latter name, and how both sides of his lips quirked up a little bit when the ball had been slammed down to the opposite’s ground, made her heart skip a beat.

she didn’t even know since when she started to feel it, but the next thing she knew, her crush for him was already big enough to make her blushed every single time she made contact with him. none of her friends knew about this. not because she didn’t trust them, but it’d be completely weird, especially with haru.

“my eyes are very, very blessed today,” mizuki spoke in a dreamy voice as she kept staring at itachiyama’s ace’s figure.

without realizing, words slipping out of shinatsu’s mouth with the same dreamy tone, “yeah, i feel like i could watch him all day.”

mizuki and haru automatically snapped their heads to face shinatsu as they caught off guard by what she said. “huh?”

“what?” shinatsu blinked several times, completely unaware of what just came out of her mouth. she thought she didn’t say it out loud for both of her friends to hear. but seeing the smirk on mizuki’s face made her flushed, knowing she just made a tiny mistake and there was no way they’d let her off the hook.

“so,” mizuki started with her mischievous looks, ready to dig deeper into her little slip, “who’s the one that you could watch all day, natsu-chan?”

shinatsu stuttered, “w-what do you mean?”

next to her, haru squinted her eyes. “don’t pretend like you don’t know. we heard it, now tell us.”

feeling like this was never going to end, shinatsu let out a nervous laugh as she thought of an excuse. in her peripheral vision, there stood bokuto with his excited face which made her said, “bokuto.” looks of disbelief were sent in her way. seeing this, she quickly added, “i mean, who doesn’t wanna watch bokuto all day when he’s in the peak zone like now? man, he always knows how to make people side with him and cheer for him. he’s such a happy virus!”

haru who didn’t want to push her further just shrugged and let it go for now, while mizuki, on the other hand, still stared at shinatsu with zero satisfaction. she was still slightly unconvinced, but haru sent her a warning glare to not push it since it’d make shinatsu more uncomfortable. 

rush of relieves flowed through her entire body when shinatsu saw mizuki pout before she continued to watch the game. shinatsu then cheered bokuto’s name as the ace spiked another ball in. her eyes once again drifted to another boy who still looked calm and collected even after his team scored.

little did she know, both haru and mizuki were still curious about the matter, making them stole a glance at her every now and then to get a hint on who she actually meant by what she said. yes it was true that bokuto was a fluff ball of happiness that made everyone want to cheer for, but it definitely wasn’t bokuto who made her go on dreamy mode like that.

it was itachiyama’s match point when the crowds were getting more hyped up. kiyoomi’s name was shouted not only on the court to take the last ball, but also in the whole gymnasium. in the heat of the game, bokuto shouted, “left, left, he’s definitely going for the left.”

next to him, fukurodani’s middle blocker, washio responded without losing his focus on the ball, “i know.”

three man blocks consist of bokuto, washio, and akaashi stand tall in front of kiyoomi who was ready to spike. itachiyama’s supporters cheered for kiyoomi enthusiastically loudly as he hit the ball hard into akaashi’s fingertips until it went out of bounds. shinatsu could see clearly how akaashi’s face turned sour from the loss. bokuto, on the other hand, screamed in frustration before turning to face kiyoomi. “you best remember this, sakusa! next time—”

akaashi cut him off with his typical monotone voice, “bokuto-san, you missed three serves straight during crunch time. let’s be sure to clean that up.”

“akaashi!” bokuto exclaimed as he dropped and hit the ground dramatically. “learn to read the situation! there’s a time and place for everything!”

ignoring bokuto’s rants, akaashi walked towards spectators to line up. after giving their bow to the crowds, akaashi turned around to greet his sister and friends. he smiled and said, “congrats for the first place, guys. you all did a great job today.”

haru only nodded her head while mizuki chuckled, “thanks, akaashi-san. you did a great job, too! now if you’ll excuse me, i need to say hi to a friend.”

she didn’t even wait for another second to catch up with itachiyama’s ace who was now trying to escape from bokuto’s consistent threat that sent his way. haru shook her head but stared at the three of them in amazement; she felt a little sorry for kiyoomi, though. when haru moved her body slightly to face her brother and her friend, she froze.

the two of them radiated the same energy with sparkling eyes as they talked to each other. haru blinked once and twice, trying to process everything. her mind drifted back to the conversation minutes ago which ended up in them watching the game unfold and disregarding her and mizuki’s curiosity at shinatsu’s romantic life. but if she remembered it right, she’d seen a couple of times that shinatsu’s eyes never left a certain figure.

and just like that, it all came into pieces.

haru’s eyes widened at the sudden realization. she’d never thought about it before because she thought all her friends were just kidding when they got all flirty with her brother, especially shinatsu, the least person she’d suspect to have a real crush on him. but now, with everything that was right before her eyes, haru was certainly sure she was right this time.

oh my, this is gonna be reaaaally interesting, haru thought to herself as she left them unbothered to tell mizuki about her discovery with an amused look.

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“kiyoomi!” mizuki called out in the middle of an empty hallway.

the said boy stopped in his track, waiting for mizuki to catch up although he already looked extremely pissed now that there came another one to bother him. on his side, bokuto stopped running his mouth and stared dumbfoundedly at mizuki who now stood in front of them while catching her breath instead. 

he looked confused for a moment before giving a wide smile at his junior. “mizuki-chan! what are you doing here? do you know him?”

“yeah, he’s my friend!” mizuki finally said after regaining her regular breath, returning bokuto’s big smile, then she faced kiyoomi, “omi! i didn’t know you were that popular… and what is that nasty spin you got there, huh?!”

hearing that, his scowl slowly turned into smirk as he boasted with pride, “that’s because my wrist, here take a look.”

he bent his wrist until his palm touched his forearms. both mizuki and bokuto rounded their eyes in shock. “dang, i could watch this all day,” bokuto muttered, couldn’t take his eyes off kiyoomi’s hand trick as if he was being hypnotized.

on the other hand, mizuki asked in amazement and slightly worried, “holy shit, isn’t that hurt? have you seen a doctor?”

“not a bit,” kiyoomi shrugged, returning his hand back to normal.

“no, wait! do it again!” his two companies practically begged him to show off his flexible wrist again which he obeyed with a little sigh.

with shining eyes, mizuki asked him in a sweet voice. “can i touch it?”

“have you washed your hands?”

“of course! i didn’t touch anything after i washed my hands,” said mizuki, earning an unsure nod from kiyoomi.

the girl reached out her hands excitedly, grazing her fingertips upon his bended wrist carefully which gave kiyoomi a little shudder. to be completely honest, he hadn’t let anyone touch his bended wrist before, except for his own family. this was his very first time, and he quickly ended it. “satisfied?”

mizuki nodded vigorously. seeing that, bokuto also wanted to try touching it, but kiyoomi was quicker to dismiss him. “stay away from me.”

not far from the three of them, haru watched the scene unfolded before her in horror. she held the urge to tell mizuki about her new discovery and decided to go back to the changing room instead. while walking away from the scene, she muttered to herself, still couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed, “they look pretty freaky… i’ll just tell her on the bus…”

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extra 2

talking with akaashi keiji always managed to make her heart feel the warmness that laced within his low voice. years ago, when she first knew him, she wouldn’t dare to talk to him casually. his calm demeanor looked rather intimidating, especially when he spoke. although he seemed polite and restrained, haru had told her that her brother was actually the blunt type.

nowadays, every time they met at school or when shinatsu and mizuki hung out at haru’s house, akaashi would often initiate a conversation with her. it’d be started with a chit chat, but then their topics to talk about would vary from a to z, dismissing their surroundings.

“hey, do you have any agenda this weekend?” akaashi asked in a chill manner.

“hm, i don’t know yet,” shinatsu replied as she turned to where haru was standing, but she was greeted with nothing. only then she realized haru had long left them and that the whole gymnasium was almost vacant, leaving only the two of them and some other people on the court to clean up.

akaashi rubbed the back of his neck as he started, “well, this weekend, bokuto, kuroo, and kenma wanted to hang out at my place, playing games and stuff. you and mizuki could come, too. it’ll be fun to have more people. you know, the more the merrier.”

“i’d love to! it—” shinatsu was cut off by her phone ringing in the pocket of her jacket. “wait, hold up.”

she took her phone out, confused at seeing the caller’s name but answered it anyway. “hel—”

“shinatsu-chan! is akaashi with you?!” bokuto screamed as soon as she picked up the calls, making her distance her phone a little from her ear, afraid of damaging her own eardrums.

she answered, “um yeah… why?”

“oh, thank god, i thought he’s been kidnapped or something!” he sighed in relief and continued with a way more calm voice than before. “please, do tell him to quickly come over to the changing room. everyone’s waiting for him, he’s the only one who hasn’t cleaned up. oh, and the bus is also ready at the parking lot.”

shinatsu’s mind went blank for a moment as there were a lot of informations to take in. finally understood the whole current situation, shinatsu bowed her head unconsciously although bokuto couldn’t see it, making akaashi choked in his drink, confused at her action. “i’m sorry i held him back! i’ll tell him right away, bokuto-san! thank you!”

on the other line, bokuto sounded a little startled but then he let out a chuckle. “don’t worry, shinatsu-chan! take your time, but not too long, alrite? see you later!”

the call was hung up. the ash haired girl turned to akaashi and delivered bokuto’s message, “i think you should go to the changing room quickly. they’ve been looking for you.”

akaashi nodded his head. “okay, gotta go. see you!”

when akaashi already left the court, shinatsu smiled to herself like an idiot. reality then hit her back to the earth with a vibrating phone, lots of messages from haru and mizuki filled her notification bar, making her turn on her heels fast. while she was walking to the front lobby where everyone had waited, her smile didn’t fade away as she thought about what just happened.

[lilcutieana]

Safe Haven 6 ( Hybrid Baby Bangtan/ ot7 )

Words: 3.8K Genre: Hybrid! BTS AU Rating: PG-13 Summary: Camping, birthdays and getting a little closer to a certain quiet Jaguar hybrid. 

Safe Haven ~ || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven

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The days following Jungkook's birthday were serene. A calm that I surprisingly didn't mind.

Maybe the boys were being considerate and let me work my nights off in peace, or maybe it was them finally getting used to living with me and adapting to the calmness.

Or maybe....it was them being scared of a very moody Yoongi.

Yes, that's right. Somehow, he had become more agitated, the littlest of things would set him off. I wish I could say that I tried my best to find out, but that wasn't the case. The huge bills that I paid first thing in the month-- meant I didn't have enough money for the rest of it. And, it was one thing to starve or survive on junk food for myself, but I couldn't bring myself to subject the growing boys to that. They needed double the proteins and carbs than I ever could consume in a day.

Which brings me to taking up more assignments than before to make two ends meet. Not to mention, I promised Namjoon his dream holiday. Which-- shouldn't cost us too much, if we were careful enough.

But all of the hard work meant neglecting the boys, which caused insecurities and irrational behavior. I could tell they didn't mean it, but since the boys had bonded with me-- my emotions reflected back on them. And try as I might to reign in my irritation and tiredness-- it was impossible. I loved my job, really, I did. But not when it became more of a task than an actual hobby.

"Y/N? Are you asleep?" A groggy voice asked from the door behind me, and sure enough, it was the silken mop of black hair and fluffy ears on top-- Yoongi.

"I wish I was. Want to help me?" I whispered back, knowing he must have another nightmare. He has been coming in my office pretty often too. Not every day, but once a week. His past still haunts him-- distorted memories of his past combined with his absolute fears coming to life as the perfect nightmare. Though, he'd never tell me about them. And, I respected that. He should only speak about it when he's ready. 

“Hmm.” Waddling over with a pillow on his arms and a soft mint green blanket with clouds and ducklings being dragged behind him, he plopped onto the couch beside me, dragging me and looked up at me with a pout. “How much longer?”

“Just until I save the documents.” Ruffling his hair, I kissed his forehead and saved everything I’d worked on for later. I’d do it in the morning after breakfast and then start preparing for Namjoon’s birthday on Wednesday.

Saving them all in one go, I logged the laptop off and placed it on the floor underneath the couch. Stretching my hands above me, I yawned as Yoongi giggled—his eyes almost closing in on themselves. “Scoot over, please.”

Wiggling around like a worm, he moved into the inner side of the couch and then I somehow managed to fit myself beside him—sharing the same pillow as he tried draping his little blanket over the two of us.

“What was the nightmare about?” I asked in a whisper, a secret only two of us shared.

“You were hurt.” He whispered back, clutching my t-shirt tighter. I pretended not to notice. He never quite liked to show his vulnerability and I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable when he was the most vulnerable.

“Again?”

“Hmn.” Nodding his head to himself, he continued, his eyes focused on my hair, “I almost...” With rounded eyes, he looked back into my own finally, and shook his head, correcting his mistake, “We almost lost you.”

Was it really a mistake? Probably not.

“But you won’t. Because we’re a family that cares for and protects each other at all times. Right?” I asked skeptical, hoping he won’t lie.

“I... I don’t know Y/N. But I’ll try my best.” Sighing, I closed my eyes and kissed his little nose. He was still honest—even if it wasn’t the answer my heart wanted. Maybe Jin was right—the boys were growing up, faster than human children usually did. Maybe it was the genes, maybe it was the circumstances.

Giggling under his breath, he held onto me tighter, his tail wrapping around my thighs and cuddling closer to me. Carding my fingers through his soft black hair, I closed my eyes—hoping I could fall asleep soon.

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“I think we’re lost, Y/N” Namjoon sighed from behind me as I walked on the thin trail between the tall pine trees. I swear this had to be the way to the clearing near the top of the waterfall. I could almost feel the moisture in the air.

“How do you know?” I asked curiously. Seriously, this couldn’t be the woods they lived in?

“I don’t. My nose does.” He pointed at his nose and sniffed the air. “I can smell everything, and can tell when we have reached somewhere familiar.”

“You mean places we walked on already?” Taehyung asked,” I can too. I’m a tiger.”

“Would you like to lead the way then?” I asked the kids and they cheered loudly, making the birds overhead fly from their peaceful slumber.

“Oops” Jimin shrugged, not sorry at all.

They were all carrying separate bag packs, with a torch, some matchsticks, dry food, water, and Band-Aids. And, as soon as I had let them take the lead—they all went shirtless and stuffed their shirts into their bags – all crumpled and smelly.

Shaking my head, I followed behind them as they took a completely different route deeper into the forest.

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“Whoa!” The view I broke through running behind the lads—was so picturesque, it would be a shame to take pictures without the huge DSLR cameras. The trees seemed to be greener, the air fresher as I breathed it all in, and the flowers—oh the flowers—they were so colorful and pretty, growing all around, forming a blanket over the grass and shrubs. And, in the middle of it all was a tall waterfall beneath which was a glittering, emerald lake. On closer inspection, there were quite a few tiny fish swimming about I didn’t recognize.

“Told you I’d find it.” Namjoon smiled proudly as he splashed his feet into the water, soaking up the warm sun, the other boys following suit. Jimin accidentally slipped on the growing moss and pushed Taehyung in the water, both laughing it off. Good thing it wasn’t Jimin who fell—he never quite liked water. It’d have turned into a fight if it were the other way around.

Seeing Taehyung enjoy the cool water, Yoongi and Seokjin jumped in followed by the ever competitive bunny—Jungkook. With my heart lodged in my throat, I waited for him to surface. Panicking, I started walking forward towards the lake—each step weighing me down. I didn’t want him to drown. Please don’t drown.

And just as I neared the lake, he surfaced—all wet and hacking out a storm. Everyone surrounded him as he coughed his lungs out. Poor boy, he should have been careful. Though he was a good swimmer—this was a completely different zone.

Trusting the boys to take good care of him, as Jin started hitting behind the nape of his neck to get him to stop sputtering—I shrugged. They’ll be fine. And it was then—my heart sank.

They’ll be fine—even without me. All they needed was a place to stay. They could handle it all on their own. They didn’t need me now, they won’t need me when they grew up. Was I just a temporary shelter to them?

“Noona! Come to join us. It’s not as fun without you!” Taehyung screamed from behind Jungkook as he held onto the bunny’s shoulders and almost everyone nodded. Almost. Yoongi had his eyes averted, his human ears and neck bright pink. Was it too hot?

I wasn’t just a temporary replacement. I was just as important to them as they were to me.

“Sure, let me set things up first!” I hollered back, as I started looking for two sturdy trees growing a meter apart earning myself a collective groan. Giggling to myself, I unpacked my bag—a little tent, a hammock and… I had forgotten the food in the car! I knew I was forgetting something!

Groaning aloud, I looked around me—the green grass swaying in the slight breeze, the cacophony of the boys screaming and enjoying themselves behind me, it was peaceful and I realized just how much I was missing in my mundane life. Just then, someone jumped onto my back, nuzzling into my neck—and, by the soft hair alone, I could tell it was Yoongi and not a random animal from over the trees.

“Oof” Gasping aloud, I looked behind me to see a sheepish Yoongi rubbing his neck and biting his lips. “Come here, you..!” Getting a hold of his waist, I made him sit on my lap and rested my chin atop his head. “What brings you here?”

“Snacks?” He asked, looking behind him straight into my eyes, “You promised we could have some after we reached here.”

“I did, and I forgot to bring them with me.” Pouting my lips, I leaned back, supporting my weight on my hands. “Can you lead us back to the car?”

“Sure!” Getting up from my lap, he bit his lips and looked back at the other boys playing with a frown.

“Go tell them where we’re headed.” Nodding he ran back screaming.

He never used to scream. He was finally getting more comfortable—little by little. It warmed my heart knowing that he was adjusting well with everyone—even though it was a slow progress—it was okay, as long as he tried.

Chuckling, I got up with the hammock and tried tying the ends to the two trees that were roughly far enough apart. Yeah, I tried. Didn’t quite succeed on it. “Seokie?”

Waving him over, I got back to untangling the strings I’d managed to get all messed up somehow. Giggling softly, he got one side of it—tying the right strings and circling it around the tree, leaving me with the other side. “Wait! Don’t mess it up!”

Startled, I dropped the hammock from my hand, along with the strings and looked at Hoseok wide-eyed. “I won’t. I have an idea now.”

“Okay.” Nodding, he smirked, proud of his work just as Yoongi came bounding back. “Let’s go, Y/N”

Following behind Yoongi’s steps as he had his nose upturned, sniffing the air every few moments somehow felt so natural and calming—there was just something about him, his gait, his persona—everything was calming. And yet, he himself wasn’t calm. His mind racing miles away, his thoughts beyond anybody’s comprehension and his actions always unexpected. He was a paradox in everything that he did, and it was fun trying to get to know him—a little piece at a time.

“Whoa… we reached faster than I thought we would. Did I park the car this close and totally went the wrong way before?” I asked astonished as it took literally just four minutes to get to the clearing where I parked alongside the cabin.

Sighing, I rubbed my hands over my face. I really was a failure when it came to these practical things. “Let’s get the snacks then.”

“Ugh, why me?” Yoongi whined as he followed behind me, stomping his foot on the ground.

“Because you’re the only one here.” I singsonged. He never threw tantrums. Either, it was a good sign or a bad one. Either way— I didn’t like it, but I’ll just have to roll with it. Huffing, he took the two bags from the backseat while I carried the other three. 

I knew we’d be spending time in there until night…so might as well take it all while it was still daytime. And somehow, Yoongi had the same thoughts. Smiling at each other, we closed the car door and off we went, back into the woods.

“Yoongi—are you sure you remember the way?” I asked skeptically as he stood still, sniffing the air once again.

“Why don’t you call me nicknames?” He asked me with his brows furrowed. “You have one for everybody.” 

“I thought you might not like one,” I replied meekly, rocking on the balls of my feet. Really, he was very fussy about the littlest things. I just thought he might get offended if I changed his name somehow.

“But I wanted one. A name given by you.” He murmured, his tail wrapping around his waist and ears drooping over his head. He was anxious or sad. 

“I’ll think of one for you.” Ruffling his hair, I was relieved when his lips upturned a little and he leaned into my touch. Despite his scrunching his nose at his obvious distaste of me apparently ‘ruining’ his hair, he glared when I took my hand off of it. Talk about a contradiction.

“C’mon, the bags are heavy. Let’s get to the lake first.” Pinching his cheeks for a good measure, I picked up the bags I’d kept on the grass and set off.

“Wrong direction again, Y/N”

“Oh! I knew that.”

Rolling his eyes, he held onto my wrist firmly and started going in a completely different direction than the one we came here from. Lord knew how his logic worked sometimes. But I trusted him, and his predator's nose.

“You know, not all my dreams were about being left alone.” He started, now sliding his hand off my wrist and holding onto my fingers instead. His tiny fingers wrapping around my index and mid finger all snug and warm. “Some were about losing myself trying to fit in with others.”

“You don’t need to do that, Yoongi. Sure, being nice and considerate is good. But sometimes, you have to be selfish too. You have to think about yourself and do things that make you happy. You can’t give up on everything all the time.” Kneeling down in front of him, I wiped his misty eyes.

“Hey! I’m not crying!” Scowling, he wiped his own eyes again with his shirt sleeves and sniffed. “It’s easy to say for you. But making choices is so hard. Everything I want is never mine to have.”

“Maybe not now. But work hard to make it yours and don��t stop until it is. Never give up on what makes you happy.” Kissing his nose, I pulled back. “Only, Yoons?”

“Yoons?” He asked, a crooked smile lighting up his face, even his eyes sparkled as his head tilted to the side, his ears flicking back and forth in excitement. “I like the name. Thank you, Y/N”

“What brought on these dreams of yours?” I asked tentatively and he stiffened. His eyes staring intently at his feet.

I just had to go ahead and ruin the happy moment, didn’t I?

“I.. It’s from my last home.” He whispered, dropping his bags on the ground. “It was an ideal home on the outside. My caregivers loved me like their own son. They didn’t have kids of their own and I was the only child in the house. From dance lessons, piano lessons—tutors of all kinds came every day to teach me things—to find the one thing I was talented in.”

“Why’d you run away, then?” I asked curious.

“Everything was perfect, Y/N. They loved me so much.” He bit his lip as his voice quivered at the end, still refusing to make eye contact. “But, they loved me too much. I overheard them talking to my doctor about surgically amputating my ears and tail—to help me blend with humans and live a human’s life. I didn’t know what it meant until I asked a nurse. She was a hybrid too and was horrified.”

Taking a deep breath, he finally looked up at me—his eyes welling up with unshed tears that I wiped away. Clutching him to me, I let him cry it out. Now I understood why he was skeptical of me all this time. It wasn’t that he was scared of being hated—he was scared of being loved.

“I didn’t want to lose myself, Y/N. They wanted the best for me—as a piano artist, humans would never accept a hybrid prodigy. That’s what they called me. But who would I be, if not a hybrid? That’s who I am—that’s all I have of my parents left in me.”

“You’ll be yourself with us, Yoongi. I’d never, we’d never—none of us, would force you to change. You’ll change the way you want to, anything, and anyone. But not because others want you to, but because it’s what you want to be. It’s what you choose to be.” Pulling away from him, I pecked him all over his face until he giggled out loud. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Smiling big, he looked up at me in awe. His face blushing a bright pink again. “I love you, Y/N.”

“And, I love you too, Yoons.” Pecking his forehead one last time, I got up, dusting my knees and picking the bags together once again. “Let’s get back, Yeah?”

“Yeah. Don’t wanna keep dropping and picking bags”

“You brat!” 

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“Y/N! Look! I found a turtle. It’s so cute. Oh my God!” Running towards the edge of the lake, I peered around the rock at Namjoon’s hand and sure enough, a little tortoise baby was nestled in there.

Soon enough, everyone huddled around him as he walked towards us, “Shall we keep it? Please, Y/N?”

“No, Joonie. We can’t take it away from its home.” I whispered sadly. “It must have a family of its own here.”

“Oh.” Lowering his hand, he let the tortoise waddle away behind the rock again. “Bye, little friend.”

“C’mon, let’s get to the cabin. It’s getting darker.”

“Do we bring everything with us?” Jimin asked, perplexed. Sure enough, we had a lot of things in here.

“Only the food and blankets. We need them.” I nodded to myself. “Rest we can bring back tomorrow morning.”

“Noona, Look! Stars!” Jungkook screeched in happiness and sure enough, even though the sky was slowly darkening, it was still in shades of light blue and mauve. And through the pale pink clouds, were a million shimmering stars gleaming from far away.

The Milky Way never looked better, with the seven wonderful boys by my side.

“Can we have a bonfire too?” Taehyung asked excited by my side. “And roast the fish we caught.”

“You didn’t let them go?” I asked surprised. I thought I asked them to let the ones go they caught while playing around.

“Not really, no.” Yoongi and Hoseok replied sheepishly.

“Let’s have roasted fish and sandwiches for dinner then. And a small fire.” I looked into each of their eyes sternly.

“This is really the best birthday ever, Y/N” Namjoon piped up from beside me.

“I’m glad that it is.”

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Huddling around the little fire we built from broken twigs and dried leaves that Jin and Tae collected from around the cabin, we roasted the fish on pikes Namjoon made out of sharp twigs.

“The stars are so pretty tonight. You were right Y/N. Today is just the best day ever!” Namjoon gushed, his eyes still fixated at the millions of stars above.

“I feel so much better in here, than the city.” Jin mused as he bit into the roasted fish. “Ahh…too hot!”

“Idiot” Yoongi muttered with a fond smile at their eldest.

Passing him a water bottle, I shook my head. “What about our cottage?”

“It’s better than the city for sure. Quiet, fresh air, has a nice garden. But nothing compares to the forest.”

“I’m fine without the bugs, Noona. Don’t listen to those two.” Taehyung pointed out towards Namjoon and Jin.

“Home is best!” Jungkook cheered back, looking at other for confirmation and smiled satisfied when everyone nodded back at him.

“We can still come here once in a while. It feels nice to be away from home sometimes.”

“That would be amazing, Y/N. But we could go to the city too. Visit other places, if you’re okay with it.” Hoseok piped up.

“There should be carnivals around Jimin’s birthday and then Halloween coming up.”

“What’s Halloween?” Jungkook asked with a tilted head.

“You’ll see. It’s a fun day.”

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“Jimin, quick, bring the candles” Setting up all seven chocolate cupcakes on the plate, I drew a cute wolf with chocolate sauce and wrote his name in cursive.

“I can’t find them!” Jimin screamed from the bedroom.

“Look into the inner chain. I’m sure I packed them in there.”

“Found it!”

And soon enough, the whole cabin shook with his thundering footsteps as he ran back to the kitchen. “Here, they’re so pretty. Rainbow colored candles. I want these for my birthday too.”

“I’ll make sure to buy them for you too, then. October thirteenth, I remember.” Lighting the first candle with the lighter, I lit the other six with the first candle and fixed them around the plate. “Let’s go.”

“You’re the best, Y/N. You always make us so happy.” Jimin whispered, still staring at the cake. Giggling softly, I thanked him and picked up the plate.

“You talking to me or the cake?”

“S-sorry. It just looks so yum.”

Happy Birthday to You  Happy Birthday to You Happy Birthday Dear Namjoon   Happy Birthday to You.

Squealing, he jumped on the spot with his hands over his mouth. “You made a cake!”

“It’s just cupcakes this time. But there’s a surprise inside.” I smirked at him as he ran straight to the table, waiting patiently for me to place the plate on it. As soon as I handed him the fork, he cut open the first cupcake—and inside were skittles. His favorite candy as of late.

With his eyes widened, he dropped the fork and picked it up in both his hands—eating them straight out of it and moaning at the taste.

“Good?” I asked tentatively.

“It’s perfect!”

Without missing a beat, both Jimin and Jungkook picked a cupcake each, and unlike most days, Joonie didn’t even complain about his share being stolen. 

Just watching them being happy about the littlest of things, made me happy too. They were growing up, little by little, and somehow, as scared as that made me-- it also made me feel proud and excited for what was to come. I’d support them through it all.

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