#overwatch college au

[tangledinink]

wait a minute... a cowboy... from the future... involved with military/resistance groups... and one prosthetic robot arm...?

it all makes sense now.

[mananak07]

college moicy again..

[rwac96]

Type: Ask

AU: College AU - Student AU

Fandom: Dragon Ball, RWBY, Overwatch

Summary: How do you think Yang and Videl relationship would work when a new rival has arrived in the long-legged, athletic British woman Lena Oxton who like to tease and flirt with Gohan who see her as a helpful senior.

Gohan: *placing his textbooks in his bookbag* Thanks for the help, Lena. You're a lifesaver.

Lena: *gives him a flirtatious smile* No problem, luv. Come to me for any sort of trouble~. *winks at him*

*A few feet away, Videl and Yang glare at the brunette senior*

Yang: *scoffs* She thinks she's slick...

Videl: Why that sneaky--!

Yang: *turns to Videl* Truce, Pig-Tails? *holds out her hand*

Videl: *takes Yang's hand* Truce.

[freakygenji]

Poorly done genji and Enoch :)

[artiesrump]

I AM A SIGMA SIMP AND I HAVE EXACTLY 0 SHAME

[dearhartselfships]

here's day 5 of safeshiptember! (on the 6th, whoops.) day 5's prompt is "meet-cute!" and, since i wrote a whole entire fic about how winston and i met, i thought it'd be fun to draw a scene from that. so here's college-aged me and winston!

[cowboy-zeph]

Tip the Scale (Moira x Mercy Smut)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Moira O’Deorain/Angela “Mercy” Ziegler

Words: 4305

Summary: Dancing and drinking at a college party is the most fun that anyone can have without taking their clothes off. Unless, of course, Moira O’Deorain is there. Then you can do both.

Unabashed Moicy smut available both here and on AO3

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It was known that this particular party was going to be the kickback of the semester. The word had been buzzing around the campus for weeks, every student excited about the proposition of getting to let loose and have a good time. 

And after weeks of long all-nighters and near perfect scores, there was no way Angela Ziegler was going to miss this. 

It’d taken absolutely zero convincing to get her to go. She was willing before her roommate, Lena, even asked. If there was one thing Angela was going to do, it was take the opportunity to dress a little slutty and have a few drinks. 

The music blared from inside the house and could be heard from at least a block away. Outside on the front lawn, students spilled across the grass, drinks and cigarettes in hand. Both Angela and Lena shared an excited grin between them before Lena grabbed her hand, pulling her inside. 

The noise was far louder inside than outside, and Angela found herself yelling in order to be heard over the cacophony. Lena led her into the kitchen, grabbing one of the miscellaneous bottles of liquor and two cups before pouring bother herself and Angela a healthy amount. The blonde didn’t like to make a habit of drinking, given all of the consequences it could have later down the line, but tonight didn’t matter. School had stressed her out far too much and after doing remarkably well, she deserved to have some fun. One night wouldn’t irreparably damage her liver.

“To getting absolutely fucked!” Lena yelled over the music.

“To getting absolutely fucked!” Angela laughed in agreement as she clinked their cups together. She’d never get used to the burn that the alcohol created in her chest after she drank, but she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand with a grimace and held out the cup for another. Shrugging, Lena complied and poured them both another.

The house was overflowing with people, making it stuffy and hard to navigate. Angela and Lena managed to shove their way through the crowd and find a place on the couch to sit. It’d only been about ten minutes before Angela started to feel giggly, her vision beginning to blur. 

“You alright, Angie?” Lena asked and the blonde nodded. 

“Yeah, I’m great!” Angela nodded her head a little too fast, laughing as she felt dizzy. 

“Drunk yet?” 

“Getting there! Do you want to dance?” Angela didn’t wait for an answer, pulling her roommate off of the couch and over to where everyone else was in the middle of the room. 

Angela wasn’t the best of dancers sober, but by the grace of whatever high power was above, she could hold a rhythm while tipsy. It’s not like college parties required very much good dancing from her anyway; dancing usually just involved being as horny as you could, grinding on a stranger while keeping your clothes on. 

She wouldn’t openly admit it, but Angela had plenty of practice regarding such.

She vibed well with the music, being cheered on by Lena as she moved her hips with a girl she’d seen around campus, but had never spoken to. That was the beauty, in Angela’s opinion. There was something about getting to have such an intense moment with a stranger and then never having to see them again. It took the pressure off of performing well, and that was what made it fun. 

“Don’t be shy, baby.” She said,grinding her ass against the woman’s front. Guiding the strong hands, Angela moved them down closer to her thighs before placing her own over them. She leaned into the touch, her hips flush against Angela’s backside as they danced together. After a while, Angela turned around, smiling at the pretty girl who’d been behind her.

The dark haired girl leaned down closer to Angela’s ear, her lips barely ghosting her skin. 

“I’m Fareeha.” She said, barely audibly over the music. 

Ah, so this was the infamous Fareeha Amari. 

“Angela, nice to meet you.” She pulled Fareeha in closer, the two of them flush together. Feeling bold, Angela guided Fareeha’s hands down lower until they were resting on her ass. The blonde could feel the other girl’s breath catch in her throat as she flashed her the flirtiest smile she could manage. 

There was something Angela loved about flustering and teasing women that she’d never get bored of.

With a devilish smile appearing on her face, Angela lightly gripped Fareeha's waist. The taller girl squeezed Angela’s ass in return, her face turning red as Angela leaned up towards her ear. 

“Do you want to kiss me?” Angela asked, and the nod from the other girl was almost instantaneous. “Good choice.”

Among the queer community in the area, Angela Ziegler was notorious for being an amazing kisser. She didn’t mind that that was her claim to fame; if anything, they’d be correct. 

The blonde wasted no time in bringing her lips to meet Fareeha’s, eager to make out with her. It seemed that Fareeha was just excited, pulling Angela in closer. Angela’s tongue sought to gently open Fareeha’s mouth, allowing for them to kiss even deeper, a moan escaping from the taller girl. 

They kissed for the remainder of the song, feeling sweaty and out of breath once it ended and another began. Adjusting her top to keep her breasts from spilling out, she gave the girl a quick kiss on the cheek. 

“Find me if you want another dance later!” She said, as Fareeha stood blushing, almost in disbelief of what had just occurred. Angela gave her a wink, before dragging Lena off to the kitchen for another drink. 

This time, the alcohol didn’t sting as it went down her throat. Or if it did, she was too far gone to notice. Her stomach lurched in protest at her fifth cup of the night, and she decided not to have any more after that out of fear of making herself sick in front of everyone.

Heading back to dance, Angela felt truly free as the song blared from the speakers in the corner. Lena was close by, drunk, but not nearly as drunk as the blonde. Angela was surprised that she was the most intoxicated between them, considering her roommate was noticeably smaller than she was. Angela was just fine with that, though. It was understandable that not everyone wanted to get as hammered as she was right now. 

After a few songs, Lena pulled her out of the crowd, towards the edge. 

“Are you alright?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“I’m–” Angela stopped mid sentence, the residual alcohol burning her throat. “I’m fine!”

“You’re swaying, Angie.”

That was true, Angela was having a hard time staying still without the urge to fall over. She was thankful that she’d decided to forgo any sort of heel tonight and settled on platform sneakers instead. 

“I’m okay Lena, I promise.” Angela’s brows had knitted into a frown and she stumbled forward to put her hand on her friend’s shoulder. Lena sighed, catching her as she missed. 

“Alright, I’m going to get you some water and then we’re going to go outside for some fresh air. Stay right here, don’t move.” And with that, Lena disappeared to find a bottle of water. 

Angela wanted to wander, but at the fear of upsetting her friend, she leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes as the room spun around her. Minutes felt like hours, but Lena finally returned with a bottle of water, hooking an arm around Angela as she led her outside. 

“For someone so small, you’re so strong.” Angela commented, trying not to trip over her own feet as they walked through the doorway.

The cool night air did wonders for Angela’s foggy head and slowly churning stomach. The blonde gulped down the water eagerly, thirsty from dancing and sweating for the past two hours. 

“I needed that.” She said, wiping the trail of water that had dribbled down her chin. Lena patted her on the back. Though Angela wasn’t sober, she felt only tipsy as she leaned against the railing. A notification sounded, and Lena pulled her phone from her pocket. 

“Oh shit, Emily’s asking where I’ve gone,” Lena said, reading the message. “Will you be alright out here on your own for a bit?”

Angela nodded, the effects of the alcohol dulling as she was away from the party. 

“I should be fine. I’ll be back inside in a few minutes, I’ll find you.” 

“Text me if you need me!” Lena said, giving her a thumbs up before disappearing inside the house.

Aside from the music, it was relatively quiet outside. Angela’s ears still rang from being exposed to the noise for so long, but the high pitched whine began to subside the longer she stood there. About thirty feet from her, another student laid on their side in the grass. Her stomach turned as they vomited and she looked away so that she didn’t trigger her own gag reflex. 

“Fancy seeing you here, Ziegler.” A voice said behind her, and she turned around to see the person she least expected to see. 

Moira O’Deorain was far from one of the people she thought would be partying on a Friday night, and especially not dressed like this. Moira always wore stiff collared shirts tucked into her creased slacks, her red hair neatly gelled back into place and her round glasses perched on the bridge of her prominent nose. Tonight, however, she looked nothing like that. 

Angela couldn’t keep her mouth from falling open at the sight of Moira in jeans, of all things. She wore platform Doc Marten loafers, causing her to be even taller than she usually was, clearing Angela by at least an entire foot. Her glasses were nowhere to be found, and for once, her hair wasn’t slicked back. It fell rather messily, with short pieces framing her face and ending just above her shoulders in the back in a mullet. 

What Angela noticed most of all was the fact that only one of Moira’s buttons was fastened on her shirt, leaving more than enough of her chest on display. 

“You should probably close your mouth. You’ll catch flies.” Moira said, a smug look on her face as Anglea blushed in the dim lighting. 

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t expect you to be here.” Angela said, shuffling over a bit to make room for Moira to lean against the railing. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” She answered simply, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and placing one between her lips. 

Angela had never seen someone look so attractive. 

Moira lit the end, inhaling before blowing smoke out between her teeth. 

“What on earth is a student like little Miss Angela Ziegler doing at a party like this?” Moira asked, turning her heterochromatic gaze down on Angela. 

“I could ask you the same.”

“I did ask first.” 

Angela rolled her eyes. Even though she looked entirely different and was just as tipsy as the blonde, Moira was still the same vexatious student.

“For the same reason as anyone else. To get drunk and have a good time.” Angela answered, her words a little slurred. She tried her best to ignore the way that Moira held the cigarette between her pointer and middle finger and how her curtained bangs fell over her eyes as she looked down. 

“I can tell you’re tipsy.” Moira said simply as she tapped the ash away. 

“How?”

“I’ve seen you dancing and I watched you stumble out here with your friend. Lena, was it?” Angela was slightly embarrassed about Moira seeing the dancing, but part of her wanted Moira to see it. An even bigger part of her wanted Moira to want to dance with her in the same way, hips moving together as they would sweatily grind to some god awful pop song from the speakers. 

“Are you alright there?” Moira asked. A look of concern briefly flashed in her eyes, and Angela blushed again. 

“I’m fine.” She said, trying to clear the thought of Moira’s hands on her ass out of her mind. 

The pair were silent for a while while Moira continued smoking. 

“I must say, that outfit,” Moira paused to let her gaze drift from Angela’s chest and back up to her eyes, “Suits you very well. I like it.”

Angela felt her breath catch as she realized that Moira O’Deorain was giving her a genuine compliment. She felt giddy, although she wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the constant nagging feeling she felt in her core as she stood next to Moira. However, given that she was still intoxicated, the next sentence out of her mouth wasn’t very smooth at all. 

“Are you drunk, Moira?” Angela asked, squinting her eyes. 

“I doubt I would've had the confidence to approach you otherwise, angel.” Moira said, confirming Angela's question. Angela had noticed her words weren’t as clear as they usually were, much like her own.

“Well… I think you look hot, too.” Angela said, going back to Moira’s previous statement and looking up from beneath her lashes at the Irishwoman. 

And it seemed to work, Moira’s cheeks flushing pink as Angela inched closer to her. 

“What are you doing?” The redhead asked as Angela was now touching her side.

“You sound nervous, Moira.” Angela teased, running her fingers across Moira’s arm. She stiffened under her touch, but both of them knew it wasn’t because she was uncomfortable. 

“And what makes you think that, angel?” 

Angela’s eyes moved downward to look at Moira’s soft lips before darting them back up again to make eye contact. From the way Moira smirked, the blonde knew she noticed. Moira shifted a bit to face Angela, the half burned cigarette dangling between her fingers off of the edge of the railing. 

“No reason at all.” Angela almost whispered as she brought her hand to the back of Moira’s neck, gently pulling her down towards her. Moira, although surprised, leaned down as well, her eyes shutting in bliss as the two met in a kiss. 

And with that, the flood gate of tension between them was broken.

Angela moaned a little as Moira bit her bottom lip before she pulled away. Moira opened her mouth to say something, but she wasn’t able to get anything out. This time, Angela grabbed a little more forcefully, causing the cigarette to drop from Moira’s hand onto the concrete below as Angela passionately kissed her like she’d been waiting to do this forever.

In truth, Angela had been thinking about it ever since she’d met the other woman.

With both of her hands now being free, Moira pulled Angela flush against her, gently pushing her back until she was pressed against the railing. With Moira now being in control, Angela moaned again as her mouth opened to allow the other’s tongue inside. They kissed deeply, an intimacy between them that could’ve only been built from months of tension and yearning. The blonde yelped in surprise as one of Moira’s hands gently grabbed her ass, and the two pulled away from each other. With chests heaving and wide pupils, they stared at each, both in disbelief for a split second regarding what had just happened. 

Moira was the first to smirk, leaning down to press her lips Angela’s exposed neck before moving her lips up to her ear. 

“Follow me, angel.” And from her husky tone alone, Angela decided that she would’ve followed her anywhere. 

Her head still spun a little, being tipsy from both the alcohol and the kiss, but Moira led her back into the house and up the stairs, entering a room and closing the door behind them and locking it. 

“I think we should pick up where we left off, don’t you?” Moira said, and Angela nodded, eager to get her hands on Moira. 

In an instant, Angela was pressed against the wall with Moira’s lithe hands clumsily undoing the clasp on the front of the shirt that barely contained her chest. In any other situation where she hasn’t had anything to drink, the blonde could only assume it would’ve been done much more skillfully. Angela quickly shrugged it off of her shoulders, her rosy nipples instantly hardening upon being exposed to the air of the room. 

Moira couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips as she gently grabbed both breasts with her hands, feeling Angela arch into her touch. She couldn’t contain the soft moan that escaped from her lips as Moira’s thumbs ghosted gently across her nipples, her lips nearing Angela’s neck once again. 

“W-wait.” Angela stuttered out, and Moira stopped, raising an eyebrow. The blonde tried to pull Moira’s shirt off as well, but couldn’t due to the button. Sensing what she wanted, Moira undid the fastener, letting her satin shirt fall to the ground around her feet. 

“It’s only fair.” She smirked, thoroughly enjoying the lustful look on Angela’s face as she drank in the sight of Moira’s bare torso. She was rail thin, much like Angela expected, but her boobs were among the most amazing that she had seen, dusted with a litany of ginger freckles that spanned from shoulder to shoulder. 

“Don’t be shy, now.” Moira said, guiding Angela’s hands to her chest. Angela let out a stuttering breath as Moira encouraged her to touch, feeling slightly overwhelmed. She’d imagined this scenario for nights on end, with one of her hands between her own legs. To be here now was quite literally a dream brought to fruition. 

With a sly grin on her face, Angela hooked her fingers into Moira’s belt loops and pulled her in closer. Moira inhaled sharply as Angela’s lips connected with her collarbone, gently sucking until she formed a bruise. She continued doing this while Moira subtly squirmed against her, trying her hardest to stifle her gasps with each new hickey. 

Once satisfied with the array of dark red across Moira’s shoulders, Angela began kissing lower, lower, lower until her tongue flicked across the redhead’s nipple. At this, she was unable to contain the hiss, one of her forearms flattening against the wall to keep herself steady. Angela smiled before wrapping her lips around it entirely, rolling her tongue against it as she sucked gently. 

“That’s it, Angela.” Moira said, her eyes shutting as her hand rooted its way into the hair at the base of Angela’s neck. Being fueled by the encouragement, Angela kept at it, finding new ways to draw gasps and quiet moans from the other woman as she was held in place. 

After a few minutes, Moira had seemingly grown bored, even though she was enjoying Angela’s attention. Putting her hand under Angela’s chin, she tilted her head upwards, and they began kissing again, just as fiercely as they had done outside earlier. 

In here, Angela didn’t have to be as quiet, so she whimpered into Moira’s mouth as she was pressed against the wall again. It seemed that Moira enjoyed this, trying her best to draw every last sound out of Angela that she could. The pads of her thumbs massaged against Angela’s nipples as they kissed, Moira occasionally giving a gentle pull or pinch. This drove the other up the wall, and she could feel the ever increasing wetness pooling between her thighs. 

“Moira…” Angela breathed, the teasing almost becoming too much to bear. 

“Do you need something more, m’aingeal?” Moira asked, her knee gently nudging apart Angela thighs and settling against her core. A pang of heat shot through her stomach at the switch in language, and she was unable to stop herself from grinding against Moira’s knee, desperate for friction to relieve the tension that she was feeling. 

Angela wanted to slap the smug grin off of Moira’s face, but didn’t have the heart to do so. She was enjoying herself far too much to do much else other than focus on her own pleasure. The Irishwoman moved her knee in sync with Angela’s rolling hips, trying her best to keep up. 

“Slow down, I’m not done with you yet.” Moira said, pulling her knee back. Angela whimpered at the sudden loss of contact, and the look on Moira’s face made her think that she almost felt bad for doing so. Instead, Moira’s hands moved down towards the button and zipper of Angela’s jeans, pausing before she undid them. 

“Is this alright?” She asked, and Angela nodded quickly, wanting Moira to move faster. After receiving confirmation, the redhead undid Angela’s jeans, her thin hand sliding down the front to rub Angela’s soaking cunt through the fabric of her underwear. There was no hiding her arousal, and Angela almost felt embarrassed at how wet she was. Moira was silent as she swiped her fingers across in a slow rhythm that provided almost no relief to Angela as she tried to grind herself in the fingers. 

“Touch me.” Angela found herself whining, needing more stimulation. To her surprise, Moira complied, slipping the fabric aside and gathering slick on her fingers. Angela couldn’t stop her hips from bucking, and Moira gave a low, throaty chuckle at her reaction. 

“Patience.” Was the only word she offered as she brought her fingers out of Angela’s pants and up to her lips. Time seemed to stop as Angela watched Moira lick her fingers, groaning at the taste. 

“You taste as sweet as you look.” Moira said, before hooking her fingers into the waistband of Angela’s pants and tugging them downward. She turned Angela around so that her chest was pressed against the wall, Moira’s boobs pressing into her shoulder blades from behind. Anticipating what was to come, Angela inhaled as Moira’s hand snaked around the front of her thigh, settling between her legs. She nearly saw stars as Moira began to stroke tight circles on and around her clit, her moans freely escaping. Her fingers never settled into a rhythm, which frustrated Angela to no end, but it felt so good that she found that she didn’t care. 

Gently, Moira parted the lips of her cunt before inching half a finger inside. Angela moaned, desperate for more and Moira complied, sliding her finger inside until her palm was against her clit. 

“A-another.” Angela gasped out and Moira listened, adding in a second finger as she slowly worked her hand in and out. In a way that couldn’t have been achieved without practice, the redhead’s fingers stroked against Angela’s wall, causing her to tighten around her fingers. Moira let out a throaty groan, lightly grinding her own hips into Angela. She kept her pace, massaging a little harder as Angela fought everything in her not to ride the fingers. 

“Turn around for me, I want to see your face when I make you come.” Moira growled against her ear. 

And who would Angela be if she didn’t listen?

With her back against the wall once again, Angela nearly finished as she watched Moira sink to her knees, her hands splayed across Angela’s thighs. It was almost too much to bear as Moira kissed from the inside of her knee all the way up to her inner thighs, leaving light bruises in her wake. Becoming impatient, the blonde rooted a hand in the back of Moira’s hair, pulling her until her lips rested right over her heat. 

Angela didn’t need to ask, her eyes begged enough as she bit her lip and tried bringing her hips towards Moira’s mouth. Without breaking eye contact, Moira licked her lips, her tongue darting out to lazily circle Angela’s clit. To keep herself from screaming, Angela’s hand quickly covered her mouth, stifling a high pitched whine. Moira smirked, her fingers of her right hand once again gently pulling the hood of Angela’s clit back to better expose her before diving back in. 

She couldn’t stop herself from grinding into Moira’s mouth, holding her head in place as she did so. Using her other free hand, Moira plunged her fingers back into Angela’s wet slit, massaging again and knowing that she would soon reach her climax. 

“Moira, p-please, I can’t–” Angela’s words stuttered along with her hips as Moira doubled down. 

She didn’t remove her mouth, but her eyes said everything as she stared up at Angela with nothing but pure lust. 

Angela lost it as she came, unable to keep herself silent as Moira took her through her orgasm. She hadn’t stopped until the blonde’s legs had nearly given out, shaking as she fought to catch her breath. Moira stood up, steadying Angela as she wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist. 

“Feeling okay?” She asked, and Angela nodded, still a little weak from her orgasm. Moira bent down to pick up both of their shirts, handing Angela hers as she worked to fasten the buttons on her own. 

“You don’t want me to… return the favor?” Angela asked, placing her hands on Moira’s abdomen before she could finish buttoning. Moira looked slightly surprised before a smirk replaced the look on her face. 

“I’m free right now if you’d like to come over.” Moira offered, a hungry look settling on her face as she looked Angela over again. Angela blushed, but a grin also settled on her face. 

“Good,” she said, biting at Moira’s earlobe eliciting a shiver from the taller. “Because I’d love for you to make a proper mess of me.”

Moira couldn’t hide the redness of her face and chest either, so she settled for a short kiss on Angela’s lips. 

“Come on then, angel.”

And Angela found herself giddy as Moira led her through the party, out of the house, and off towards her apartment to properly get her in bed. 

[zuko-kuko]

im so gay

AFAB COLLEGE VENTURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Degradation ahoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Takes place right where this left off.

AFAB!Reader as well, I apologize! It's just what I do best.

"What business do you have spying on people in the bathroom?" They fumed.

At first, the guilt hits you full force. You technically did spy on them– but it's because you heard your name. Then the realization hits.

"What business do you have moaning my name at nearly two in the morning?" You retorted.

Their expression goes from annoyed to shocked in two seconds flat.

"Seems like we're both in trouble, hm?" You add.

They say absolutely nothing. They do absolutely nothing.

That scares you more than anything.

"So what are you going to do about it? Insult me like you always do?" You continue in the same angry tone. "Shove me in my locker like we're back in middle school? Because you were the one moaning my name. You're not innocent, either."

They hated that you were right.

A million thoughts race through their tired brain. What do they do about it? A few ideas come to mind– but the overwhelming sense of guilt is building inside their stomach. They guess that the first thing should be–

"I'm sorry." They admit.

You're completely thrown off guard.

"Excuse me?" You ask. You must be hearing things.

"I said–" They start off in a frustrated tone, then catch themself before they say it again. "I'm sorry."

You blink a few times before shaking yourself out of the confusion.

"Oh." Is all you can say.

You stare at one another for a moment.

"It's... alright." You murmur.

Is it though? Were the years of insults and bullying really over just because they said sorry one whole time?

"But–" You're terrified to ask, actually.

Their body tenses.

"Why?" You wonder. "Why never say anything?"

"I–" They genuinely have no answer. "I don't know. I guess I thought it was a lost cause?" They reply.

You're both quiet again as the minutes tick by. Their nervousness finally begins to show as they fidget in place.

"Oh God–" They turn away from you so you can't see the upset look on their face.

Seeing them like this was so pitiful to you. So much so that you could not believe how bad you're feeling for them right now. You sit up in your bed and gesture over towards them.

"Come here." You offer.

They sit on the edge of your bed and hang their head in their hands. You crawl over and take a deep, quiet breath in and out to prepare yourself. Both of your arms wrap around their bare waist– and for a moment your hands sprawl and feel their warm skin before bringing your body to lay against their back.

"I'm sorry–" They repeat it over and over. "I'm so, so sorry–"

And if you didn't know any better, it sounded like they were crying. Once more the quietness surrounds the two of you as they sniffle to themself. Your arms wrap tighter around their midsection and you put all the forgiveness you have into your hug.

"It's okay." You comfort them. "I forgive you."

They wipe their face.

"You do?" They ask.

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." You reassure them.

A few more sniffles. They have a million things that they want to say to you.

"Thanks." Is all that comes out.

You sit there with them for a few more minutes until they're relatively calm again– and it's in this silence that you realize that your hands have strayed, feeling the toned muscle of their tattooed abdomen expand and contract with each breath.

Good lord. You have no idea what you've been missing out on– no. What they've been keeping from you. You sincerely hope you don't regret the next few words that leave your mouth.

"You know–" You begin, cautiously at first, but it comes out about as gracefully as a train wreck. "I kinda like it when you talk down to me."

Their brain keyboard smashes. One part cannot believe what they are hearing– the other is screaming with unfiltered excitement.

"You– you what–?" The question is rhetorical. They heard you loud and clear.

"I like being put in my place." Your toes curl from nervousness. "Sorta speak."

"Oh yeah?" They prod you a little more. Suddenly all that cockiness they threw out the window comes running back near instantly. "Whys that?"

"It's your fault." You accuse.

They bite their lip at your response. "Okay. I can understand that–" Aaaaaand all that cockiness is gone again.

You sigh. They really were all bark, no bite in the end. If you wanted this to go anywhere then you were going to have to get the ball rolling by yourself.

You press yourself firmly against them and lean over to rest your head against their shoulder, facing the side of their face.

"So– are you going to put me in my place?" You snicker. "Are you gonna call me names like you love to do?"

Your arms tighten around them even more, and your hands sprawl out across their chest and stomach once more. You can feel them tense as their hair stands on end.

"Don't you want to taste me, like you were praying to do just ten minutes ago?" You tease just a little further.

That was enough– suddenly you're laying on your back, hair sprawled across your pillow as they hover over you with their hand firmly grasping your chin. They force you to look them in the eyes as a wicked grin widens on their face.

Except you're not scared. Not this time.

"You weren't supposed to hear that." They grumble.

Their thumb lightly brushes over your mouth, and you envelope it without any hesitance while swirling it around your tongue affectionately. An almost inaudible whimper sounds from the back of your throat as their grin remains present on their expression.

"Is that all your mouth is good for?" They tease.

Aaaaaand the cockiness is back.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" You fire back.

"Yeah– I would, actually." They lick their lips before leaning down to kiss you.

With every kiss you're given you let out a soft moan to encourage them to go further– nothing obnoxious, it was more like a nudge in the direction you want this to head– and they're eating it up so bad. Your sounds are so much better than anything their dreams could've ever given them. They can feel their heart racing with every passing second that their lips are connected to yours.

The hand on your chin moves to cup your face instead, then their tongue brushes briefly inside your mouth and you open wide to let them in. They press themself so hard against your face that your teeth are gnashing together at times– and it's still not close enough for them. Or you. Either of you.

Their free hand sneaks underneath your translucent top and instantly goes to repeatedly grope your breast. Your skin is so soft underneath their callused fingers, and they feel your nipple harden against their touch. They only pull away from kissing you to fully remove your shirt. Then they get back to work– this time both hands on your chest.

Every sound you make is absolutely wonderful.

Their fingers lightly flick against the tip of your nipples and they feel you arch your back from the sensation, letting out the quietest moans you can muster to avoid waking everyone in the building. Your squirming sends their pulse directly between their legs and they can feel themself grow wetter with every passing second as a result.

They can only imagine what it must be like for you. Are you just as soaking as they are? Curiosity is eating them alive.

"You really like that, hm?" Their fingers continue playing with you, enjoying every reaction they can get. "Such a little whore."

Their insults are dripping with venom– but for a different reason this time. A soft chuckle rises from their chest as they pull away and watch you pout in response.

"You won't need these anymore." They state, hooking their fingers underneath the fabric of your shorts and underwear before wrestling them off and discarding them in the floor. Then they follow suit.

"You call me a whore, yet you're still pretty eager to sleep with me." You verbally poke them to keep their insults going.

"Because that's all pretty little sluts like you are good for." They spat, their face hurting from the grin that still adorns their ruby red face.

"Aww, you think I'm pretty?" You smile up at them submissively.

"Pretty worthless." They reply.

Their hands rest on your knees and– with permission– open them to reveal your wetness. Just as they had thought: you're near dripping. They can feel the drool forming in their mouth just thinking about diving between your lovely legs. Your arm flying out is the only thing that stops them from doing it.

Without speaking, you shift your position and sit up to face them. Your arms wrap around their neck and place hungry kisses to their lips before laying them down on the opposite side of your bed.

"You told me that you're sorry, but you really like running your mouth. If you sincerely want to show me that you're sorry, then put that mouth to good use." You tell them.

"What makes you think that you can tell me what to do?" They argue. "That's pretty brave."

You lean over their figure and place a finger to their lips.

"You think you're so tough, but who caught you moaning my name?" You remind them. "You can put me in my place any time. Right now, I want you to show me why you deserve that privilege."

"Alright! Fine!" They accept your challenge.

"Not so fast– I'll only put in the effort that you give to me. So do your best, or neither of us will enjoy it." You add.

If only you knew how easy that was going to be for them.

You readjust yourself one more time and throw your legs on either side of their head– and just as you predicted, their arms clasp your lower half and they rest their hands on your hips. They help you lower yourself exactly where you need to be before laying your body across theirs. Not even a second later their tongue is lapping against your swollen core just as they had dreamed about so many times in the past.

It's not even about the commitment they agreed to. They truly, honestly just wanted to taste you in the most carnal way possible.

And it's so much better than they ever could've expected.

Just as they start their relentless pace, you start yours, just as promised. Your mouth wraps around their throbbing center and sucks softly before flicking it with your tongue and sense their legs tense as a result. Their fingers dig into the supple flesh of your hips and leave red markings behind– but you don't mind in the slightest. You simply continue the process of licking, sucking and flicking for a little while longer before your fingers join in.

In order to keep your mouth from getting tired you gather up some saliva, spit it between their folds and replace your fingers where your tongue left off. You switch from tight, quick motions and long, slow teasing circles to keep that heavenly stimulation going. Every single repetition earns you the sweetest, most desperate sounding moans you've ever heard before.

And likewise, it was the same for you.

The whimpers, the whines– all involuntary. Neither of you could stop yourselves even if you tried. It feels good. Too good. All those years of pent up emotions being let out all at once.

"Mmm~ your mouth is definitely good for more than just talking. I'll give you that." You snicker.

And you feel them mimic yours against your sensitive, wet skin.

You close your eyes and focus in on bringing them all the pleasure you possibly can. On the other side, you can feel them working on the exact same thing. Every passing minute that your tongues and fingers are buried deep inside each other the fire inside your hips are stoked nearly out of control. Your legs soon begin to tremble around their head from their hard work– and it isn't long that you find theirs begin to shake a little, too. Not as badly as yours, but you can certainly still feel it.

"I'm close–" You cry, feeling your breath quicken. "So prove to me that you're sorry!"

They squeeze their eyes shut and pull you down onto their face as hard as they can– their tongue dancing against your aching core as the pleasure heightens further and further. All those dreams and fantasies about you over the years flash inside their dopamine filled brain like a movie. They visualize your face contorting with the most feral form of bliss that exists– and then they remember it's no dream. You are right here, right above them, quaking and quivering and crying out their name as your mouth and fingers work so hard to bring them over the same edge you're hanging over.

And God does it feel so good. So right. So freeing.

In the next moment, you're both coming at the exact same time. Not entirely what they had planned– in fact, this was much better. Feeling you spasm and grind down against their face could truly never live up to any other experience in their whole life.

Okay– maybe a little hyperbolic– but this definitely makes the top ten.

Regardless.

You collapse on top of them for a while before you feel them start to readjust you– this time for cuddles. Your faces are still both crimson red as you share occasional kisses in the ongoing afterglow.

"So, um..." They finally have the courage to speak up. "Did I prove to you that I'm sorry?"

You smile at them.

"Do you really want to know?" You ask.

You lean in, moving strands of hair out of their face, and cup their cheek before forcing them to look at you.

"I have never came so hard in my entire life." You confess. "There's your answer."

"Oh." Is all they can say.

[wonysugar]

My mind keeps imagining g!p wony x sub reader x g!p Karina, like🤭🤭 Both of them having unnie kink and breeding kink? USGSIAHAIAHAYA the woman they are😩

taking this as old ass ask as an opportunity to write some drabbles for you guys while i finish up my draftss cause i know that you guys are starving rn😭i’m so sorry for the longg wait, i promise i’m trying my hardest to get them done as fast as i can, please bare with me🙏

cw!! g!p, breeding kink, unnie kink, free-use, college au

so uhm they’re both hung. SORRY, I SAID IT… THEY’RE BOTH HUNG SUE ME LITERALLY SUEE MEEE!

now.. g!p wonyoung has basically all of us here on a chokehold, that much is obvious! however, i don’t think i’ve ever talked about g!p jimin on here? WEYLPP YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANSS THERE’S A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHINGGG~~

so what is the deal with these two? well i’ll tell you what; losers, the both of them, two actual massive fawking nerds!! they will always be caught at the library studying for mid terms,, either that or they’re in their dorm playing overwatch and valorant all day long😭😭losers trapped in hot bodies i fear

jimin and wonyoung considered you a friend ever since you asked the two of them to help you study the material, since their grades are practically outrageous.. so yeah you guys are just overall suuuuper chill and gawsh they just really appreciate your presence altogether it’s all happy and jolly! they’re a year above you, which probably explains the giggly and jittery reaction they both get when you call them your unnies… they can’t help but to baby you all the time!

some day, they innocently invite you over to their dorm, yknow just asking to order food and study together and whatnot, perhaps getting on val afterwards for shits and giggles.. you accept, of course, because why would you pass up an opportunity to improve your grades with two of the best students in your program, let alone a hang out between friends?

when you do get there, the dorm is clean and tidy, just as you’d expect from such model students. you do end up studying for about an hour and a half, that is until wonyoung suggests taking a break, wearing a warm smile as she adjusts her glasses.

“why don’t we stop for a little bit, hm?” she says, closing the book in front of you as she throws quick glances at jimin, they seem innocent enough, so you paid no mind to those.

jimin only nodded, liking the idea and gently putting her hand on your arm, “it is indeed very important to regularly take breaks when studying. plus, you’ve worked hard today, don’t you think, baby?”

in a usual situation, you wouldn’t be at all fazed by the pet name she used, since the two girls basically call you that every chance they get. however, you don’t know if it was jimin’s hand caressing your arm at that moment or the way that wonyoung was staring at your eyes that made you especially nervous, perhaps it was both, but you nodded to her words regardless.

she was right, after all, breaks are very necessary to a productive study session.

however, you quickly grasped that the ‘break’ in question would last much, much longer than you expected when jimin’s lips were suddenly trailing kisses down your neck whilst wonyoung caressed your hair.

“unnie—“ you reached out for her hand, more and more adrenaline rushing through your body with each kiss that jimin left on your soft skin.

and because that honorific just drives the both of them FAWKING crazy, “your unnies will take good care of you, okay sweetheart?” is what she’d softly say, smiling. you’d nod, entranced, before feeling her soft lips on yours. you knew there was no turning back when they eventually grabbed your two hands and made you feel their visible and poking hard-ons, which got you embarrassingly riled up to a great extent.

the rest is history, really. you never in a million years would’ve thought a ‘study session’ would end up with having jimin fuck you missionary, watching how her cock disappears inside you as she slowly thrusts into you and moans your name whilst wonyoung fucked your throat, nestling her slender fingers into your hair guiding your head to bob up and down her length ahehehefheh

when both of them are close to cumming, i feel like they’d be the types to not even tell you, lowkey.. especially jiminfcksmdm she’d just be so lost in the sensation of how good her cock feels fucking your tight, wet cunt is that she’d just carelessly shoot her load into you as if you were just some sex toy,,, she can’t help it!! she wants to mark you as much as she can, even if that meant potentially knocking you u— [GUNSHOTS]

also it is important to mention that while jimin lovesss fucking your pussy, wonyoung is absolutely a head girlie.. she’d much rather have you down on her knees and sucking her dick than fucking you. don’t get her wrong, she’ll still dick you down if you asked her to, she just prefers using the pretty mouth that calls her ‘unnie’ way more aheheh

you’d just be straight up lying if you said that you didn’t yearn for more of them after that day… especially after having the many changes that your relationship with them had gone through. back then, they’d stare at you with innocent eyes, gaze warm and polite when seeing you, waving at you. now? they were basically eyefucking you and smirking at you everytime they saw you in the hallways.

it didn’t take long for them to take that to the next level,, omg next level by aespa— [NUKES] SORRY. but yeah sometimes even pulling you away from your nerdy friend group to have a quickie in the bathroom just because they know you’ll let them use your body at random times of the daycjenfkd they’re unhinged i fear! using your exams as an excuse,, saying shit like “but it’s important to relax and relieve stress before an exam!” before proceeding to dick you down in a stall likee.. right, right..

of course, you live for every second of it and they know it, but acting all innocent and oblivious towards their advances when really, you’re already soaked by the time that you’re on your way to their dorm so you can suck them off after they text you to come over is all part of the funkdjsndm

[tyonfs]

stargirl interlude

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, influencer au, strangers to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, mc and her friends are a little shallow, tbh i wrote this because of jaemin’s tits, dirty talk, sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), kitchen sex, oral (m. receiving), oral (f. receiving), lowkey dumbification, body worship, ft. one night stand with jeno 

SUMMARY ▸ and i shouldn't cry, but I love it, starboy / i just wanna see you shine 'cause i know you are a stargirl

PLAYLIST ▸ stargirl interlude by the weeknd, lana del rey • alien superstar by beyoncé

WORD COUNT ▸ 5.9k words

TAG LIST ▸ @leeknowsredeyeliner​ @geniejunn​ @sehunniepot​ @jjaeyoonoh​ @subhyuck​ @jenoluuvvs​ @jaemboi64​ @otchae​ @n0hyuck​ @hyuckinx​ @domhyuckie​ @justhereforimagines​ @daegalfangirl​ @soobin-chois​ @lmkworld​ @baekhyuns-lipchain​ @its-taeil-time​ @produmads​ @kaislinging-slasher01​ @neomorning​ @learnthisfeeling​ @glitching-wren​ @carelessshootanonymous​ @thiccfullsun​  

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ jaemin is finally not an asshole. everybody say congrats jaemin.

THE WALK OF SHAME.

The distance from Lee Jeno’s apartment to yours was approximately 0.6 miles. If you walked fast enough, it would take you around ten minutes to get back home. Meaning, that was ten minutes spent doing the Walk of Shame at nearly three in the morning.

Of course, the whole point of being an e-girl was to keep up an unattainable internet persona. You wanted to be a star, and what better way than to weaponize your good looks? Your entire brand was posting revealing pictures of yourself on Instagram and Twitter, maintaining a “gamer girl” image. Sort of like Belle Delphine, but you hadn’t stooped low enough to start selling your bathwater to strangers on the internet. You were a lone flower on the edge of a cliff—so high up that no one could reach for your stem.

Except Jeno, apparently, after you caved and met him in person tonight.

You and Jeno followed each other on Twitter a few months ago. Despite attending the same college, you two hadn’t ever met in person before. He was a popular YouTuber, so there had been rumors flying around about his sudden interactions with you. Your influencer friends were trying to grill you for more information, but you sincerely had no idea where Jeno’s sudden interest in you came from. After you posted a picture of you in pink lace lingerie complete with Hello Kitty clips and pigtails, Jeno had finally slid into your DMs.

jeno: i’d rather spend the night with you

(In response to the caption on your post: spend the day with me?)

As one would expect, things escalated from there. Jeno was hot, you were horny, and he conveniently lived 0.6 miles away from you.

In short, you got good dick. Jeno started with one hand wrapped around your neck and the other snaking its way between your legs. You were satisfied, especially because the streamer didn’t try to dap you up after railing you on his gaming chair, the wall, and then his bed. You two made some small talk afterward, and then you headed home. Prince Charming could not be fucked to give you a generous ride back to your apartment.

You pulled out your phone to look at your face in the camera app. As expected, you were a mess, but you touched up your lipstick and blush with the few makeup products you stuffed in your purse. Then, you called your best friend, Lee Donghyuck, who had been flooding your friend group’s group chat with messages for the past hour.

“Dude,” you started as soon as he picked up. Donghyuck was in the middle of taking his headphones off to put his AirPods in, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Jeno walked me to the door and made me walk home by myself.”

“No fucking way.” Donghyuck laughed. “That’s what you get for hooking up with a guy who plays Val.”

Ah, yes. Featured on Jeno’s YouTube: streams of Valorant, League of Legends, and Overwatch. There were the occasional indie games he was requested to play, too. The only one you semi-watched and commented on was Little Nightmares.

“The dick was incredible,” you told your best friend, “but he’s not cuffing material.”

“Not like you care about cuffing anyone.”

“Yes, I do!” you objected. “I’m boyfriend-hunting, Hyuck. Think about how much attention I’d get if I started dating a hotshot influencer.”

“You should date Mark Lee, then. Everyone’s thirsting over those e-boy TikTokers now. Or maybe Liu YangYang. Heard his body count’s high as fuck.”

You rolled your eyes. “His body count’s high because no one goes back a second time. Plus, I think YangYang’s finally in the talking stage with someone.”

“Good for him.” Donghyuck yawned. “Anyway, I’m going to bed soon since I finished editing my Maldives vlog. I’m still pissed you didn’t come with us.”

You rolled your eyes. Donghyuck, Yoo Jimin, Choi Beomgyu, and Uchinaga Aeri had been giving you shit for backing out on the trip the five of you had been discussing for a few months. There were just too many things going on in your life at the time, so you told them you wouldn’t be able to make it before tickets were purchased. Of course, your absence made several of your followers question if your friend group had a falling out, but you all decided not to address pointless rumors.

“I’ll come along next time when I’m not broke,” you assured. “I’m at my apartment now, so I’ll talk to you later. Bye-bye, Hyuck.”

Donghyuck threw up a peace sign before hanging up. You tucked your phone in your back pocket as you tried to fish out your key card from your purse.

However, there was a problem: it was missing.

“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself, sitting down at one of the benches outside to dig through your purse. You swore you hadn’t taken it out, so it definitely wasn’t at Jeno’s place. The only possible explanation was that you dropped it on the way or left it inside your apartment.

Screw these auto-locking doors.

You were royally screwed.

Fast-forward to twenty minutes later. You were still sitting at the same bench. This time, your head was in your hands and you were shivering like a chihuahua. It was dark, save for the flickering streetlight above you. You had even resorted to texting Jeno, asking him if you could go back to his place and spend the night. It was downright embarrassing, but it was your last resort. Jeno, however, seemed to have been asleep due to his lack of response.

A guardian angel was sent your way, though, in the form of a cute but tired-looking college student with a bag of groceries in hand. Kind eyes, but he looked far too exhausted to smile genuinely.

“Do you need to be let in?” the boy asked, gesturing toward the apartment entrance. He had his key card in hand, and you nearly jumped to your feet.

“Uh, yeah, but…” you trailed off. Even if you accepted his offer, you wouldn’t be able to get into your own room.

He handed you his brown Essentials hoodie he had draped around across his shoulders. “Cold?”

You wondered if your shivering or hard nipples gave it away. Surely, it had to be your nipples showing through the skimpy one-piece you had on. You never would have dressed like this if you knew Jeno was going to make you walk home yourself.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, taking the hoodie from him and slipping it on. It fell past your thigh and smelled good—a non-offending mix of pine and detergent. “Uh, but even if you let me in, I can’t get into my room. I lost my key.”

“Oh.”

You folded your arms across your chest. The boy beside you ruffled his fluffy brown hair, and you were wondering why he hadn’t gone inside the building yet. Maybe he was waiting for you to find some other place to go, or maybe he wanted his hoodie back.

“Have you tried asking the RA?” he asked.

“I can only get a card replacement in the morning.”

“Can your roommate open the door?”

“Don’t have one.”

“Got a friend who’ll let you stay at their place?”

“Asleep.”

“Significant other?”

“I’m single and my dick appointment made me walk home alone.”

You didn’t realize how bitter you sounded until you saw the shocked look drawn across the boy’s face. You felt sorry for dumping that on him, but you were getting way too frustrated about your lack of options. You didn’t even have a roommate you could call for help since you opted for a single.

He cleared his throat before shyly offering, “Uh… I guess you could stay at my place for the night, if you want. I can sleep on the couch.”

Your cheeks heated up. You were no stranger to random kindness from men, but perhaps you were just grateful for his proposition since you were running low on options.

“That’d be great,” you said. “Thanks.”

You followed the boy into the apartment building. He introduced himself as Na Jaemin, an animal science major in your same year who was president of a club that raised guide dogs for blind people. It was comforting to hear, so your anxiousness over this stranger luring you in to murder you in cold blood was slowly letting up.

He unlocked the door for you, letting you into his apartment first. You looked around to see a quite ordinary looking living space with a few posters and polaroids hung up on the walls. There was a border collie curled up in a dog bed in the corner of the living room, and Jaemin was being extra careful to make sure he didn’t accidentally wake him up.

He set the plastic bag down, which you found out was dog food that he picked up from a friend. It definitely made a lot more sense than him shopping for groceries at three in the morning.

“You live alone?” you asked for the sake of making small talk.

“My roommate graduated a semester early,” he replied. “I’ve been living on my own, just like you.”

“Doesn’t it get lonely?”

He turned the question back to you, asking, “Do you get lonely?”

You shrugged as you sat down on his couch, sitting stiffly at the edge of the cushion. “When you get so much attention online, you kind of need the privacy.”

“Oh, I see.”

No more questions asked.

Jaemin retreated into his room for a moment before returning with a pillow and blanket in hand. He tossed them beside you on the couch and met your gaze.

“Bed’s ready for you whenever,” he said. “The bathroom’s inside my room, if you need to use the shower or anything. Let me know if you need any clothes to sleep in.”

Your face was heating up like a furnace, but you were glad he couldn’t see how his words were affecting you. You flushed with embarrassment when you noticed Jaemin’s eyes flicker past your neck. He probably thought his gaze went undetected, but you noticed. Suddenly, all you wanted to do was pull his hoodie high enough so that the hood hid the hickies Jeno left across your skin.

“I can just use your hoodie,” you replied. “Thanks.”

Jaemin managed a small, tired smile. You took that as your cue to get out of the living room so that he could pass out in peace. So, you headed into his bedroom and stared at his tidy bed, wondering if he had frantically fixed his sheets for you.

Since you already felt like you had asked for too much, you decided to skip your nightly shower and head straight to bed. It was hard to sleep in a stranger’s bed, though—no matter how pretty he was.

You were used to kindness. It normally came in a package deal with being attractive. Bees flocked to honey; humans flocked to beauty.

This feeling, however, wasn’t something you were used to. Genuine kindness with no ulterior motive was almost foreign, which was upsetting to admit. You weren’t sure how to sort out your feelings, but all you knew was that Jaemin’s eyes had stars in them, and you were tempted to lose yourself in them.

You woke up to an empty house.

Even the dog had abandoned you.

To be fair, you weren’t exactly an early bird. You woke up at around 10:30 a.m. naturally, and then spent an extra thirty minutes trying to muster up the willpower to get out of bed. Of course, you spent that time updating your group chat on your whereabouts.

gigi: 15k isn’t that insane?

gyu: holy shit gyu: you have to do it

karibear: gigi i will literally kill you and then resurrect you to kill you again if you don’t

gigi: check out the deliverables tho gigi: [File Attachment]

hyuck: instagram story highlight? the fuck? hyuck: a tiktok should be enough. more people check tiktok than ig now anyways lol

gigi: right???

karibear: OK BUT FIFTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS

y/n: just caught up. I think you should do it for the $$ gigi

gigi: GIRL where have u been

gyu: i told you she probably overslept

gigi: BUT I SEE HER LOCATION ON FINDMYFRIENDS gigi: SHE IS NOT HOME

y/n: i may or may not be in a cute guy’s apartment

karibear: shut the fuck up

y/n: stop he’s REALLY cute y/n: dare i say cuter than jeno

hyuck: stfu ur kidding

gyu: well?? did you sleep with him? gyu: give us all the details

y/n: no i couldn’t find my key after coming back from jeno’s and was locked out of my apartment y/n: so this “na jaemin” appears and lets me sleep over at his place for the night  y/n: he took the couch AND let me sleep on his bed y/n: jeno could never

gyu: aww that’s actually rlly sweet

gigi: can’t find him on ig ://

karibear: no social media presence?? karibear: idk if that’s hot or a red flag

hyuck: probably both 💀

y/n: um good thing red’s my favorite color

karibear: omfg karibear: do u actually wanna fuck him karibear: send us a picture of what he looks like

y/n: idk if he’s even interested in me like that y/n: but idk i also want my internet famous trophy boyfriend :( y/n: idk if this guy even has a social media presence  y/n: still a starboy in my heart tho <3

hyuck: keep your eye on the prize bbyg hyuck: fame is fleeting so milk it while you can

You figured Donghyuck had a point. You were an internet celebrity (to some extent), so, in terms of marketing, it would be wise to push the “unattainable” image you cemented. Dating someone equally as unattainable would make you look even more desirable.

However, you were starting to lose all rhyme and reason when you walked out of the bedroom to see a plate of eggs and toast waiting for you on the kitchen counter.

A post-it note was right next to it, reading: I’m out walking the dog. I made you some breakfast if you’re hungry but you don’t have to eat it. Door auto locks so just make sure you close it whenever you leave. Here’s my phone number if you need anything. +82 x-xxxx-xxxx - Jaemin

You decided to update your group chat.

y/n: change of plans y/n: i’m making starboy mine

When Jaemin returned home shortly after you discovered his note, you were sitting on his couch, knees tucked to your chest as you forked down the waffles he made. Before you even looked up to greet him, you heard his dog yapping excitedly, hurrying over to sniff you.

“Oh, you’re still here.” He looked genuinely surprised, though he didn’t object. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, really well,” you admitted. Curious, you tilted your head and let your lips curl into a knowing smile. “Are you high?”

Jaemin stiffened up. “Uh, a little. Is it that obvious?”

“I just noticed your eyes look sort of dazed.”

You hadn’t expected it, but he almost sounded embarrassed to be caught. “I’m not like a… a full-on stoner or anything.”

“Hey, no judgment,” you replied, holding up your hands in surrender. “I was just gonna ask if I could get high with you, too.”

After visibly relaxing, a more confident grin dawned on Jaemin’s face as he handed you his pen. You couldn’t help but feel smug as you accepted it gingerly.

About a couple hours later, you and Jaemin were blazed out of your minds. He had offered you an edible shortly after you took a hit from his pen, and it kicked in an hour later for you and Jaemin. There were no words exchanged for a while, but then you two started to converse, although you couldn’t trust that anything you were saying made sense.

You weren’t big on flirting. It was a skill you only put to use when absolutely needed, and this was one of those instances. You figured this was the perfect opportunity to get close to Jaemin. Even though you could tell he was a really, really great guy, and you didn’t want to rush things with Jaemin, there were a few factors that were making you throw your morals to the wind.

For one, you were high and getting incredibly horny.

The other factor was that Jaemin was the hottest man you had ever seen (and you had encountered a lot of attractive men).

“So,” he started, “you’re, like, an internet celebrity? Like a TikToker?”

“I started on Twitter,” you explained, “but, yeah, I’m famous on TikTok, too. But there’s a good chance you’ve never heard of me.”

“Really? Why?”

“I’m known for more, uh”—you let out a nervous giggle—“risqué stuff, if you wanna see.” When he nodded eagerly, you took out your phone and opened Twitter to show Jaemin your account. Right off the bat, there was a mirror selfie of you in lingerie and cat ears. Because you were feeling bold, you added, “And the guy who made me walk home alone? He’s a famous YouTuber named Jeno.”

Something seemed to click for Jaemin when you mentioned Jeno’s name because it was the only thing that snapped him out of whatever trance he was in. He had been looking at the photo of you so intently that you were wondering if he was checking you out or spacing out.

“I think I’ve watched some of his gaming videos,” he said before handing your phone back to you. “He just… kicked you out?”

“Pretty much. At least he made me cum once.”

“Just once?”

You held your breath for a moment. With those two words, Jaemin made the atmosphere all the more tense, and you felt like you two were suspended in time. Although you weren’t sure if he said that to challenge Jeno or not, there was still a strange implication in his words. It left you wondering if Jaemin could treat you better.

“Yeah,” you replied in a quieter voice. “Just once. With my help, too.”

“That’s fucked.” Jaemin reached for his pen to take a long, slow drag. He held it in his lungs for a moment before he parted his lips to blow the smoke out. “And you dressed up so pretty for him.”

Either Jaemin was a secret dark horse when it came to smooth talking or the weed was making him horny, too. Whatever it was, his comments made your cheeks burn.

“I bet he’d be pissed if he found out I ended up in your bed after.”

The animal science major flushed at your words, growing even more shy when you giggled at his reaction. “I mean, I guess so, but we didn’t, like… I mean, we—”

“I was kidding,” you assured. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t say that unless something actually happened.”

Jaemin nodded quietly, falling back into silence for a while. You were worried that you had made the conversation awkward, so you sunk back against the couch and willed yourself to come down from your high. Maybe the weed was a bad idea. Maybe you were just getting ahead of—

“So, you wouldn’t be opposed if something were to happen?”

The question took you off-guard, and you had to process Jaemin’s words for a few moments before you sat up to look at him. There was no shame or shyness drawn across his face this time. Just pure curiosity. (And perhaps a hint of longing which was most likely brought on by the weed.)

You shook your head with a hum. “No, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I think you’re cute. You seem really sweet, too, like letting me sleep over and making me breakfast.”

Jaemin smiled brightly, beaming ear to ear before he ducked his head shyly. You were surprised that he was so sheepish given his godsent looks. He had to have heard these compliments about a million times now. There was no way you were the first person to recognize his looks.

“I’m not good at this,” he admitted.

“Good at what?”

“Um, hitting on girls,” Jaemin said. His hand flew to rub the back of his neck as he added, “Cute girls.” After another beat, he let his head hang and then let out a groan. “Sorry, I don’t have a filter when I’m high.”

“Jaemin,” you cooed, scooting close enough so that your knees were touching. You placed your hand on his thigh, which made him finally look you in the eyes. “I’m pretty bad at flirting, too, so I hope this is working.”

The corner of his lip hitched up, amused. “Yeah,” Jaemin murmured, his eyes unfocusing as he leaned in close, “it’s definitely working.”

Your nose brushed against his experimentally before Jaemin pressed his lips to yours. It was gentle and innocent, but then Jaemin turned his body to face yours, and his hands started roaming your body. Your waist, your back, your hips—not an inch was neglected while he felt you up. You let slip a hum of delight, and that encouraged Jaemin to slip his tongue past your lips.

He didn’t use too much tongue, which you appreciated. There was something too sloppy about guys who used too much tongue, but Jaemin had an excellent balance between precise and hasty. And he did this thing where he would pause to suck on your tongue and then your bottom lip, which you really appreciated.

You let a whine slip, and Jaemin gripped your waist tighter. You figured he wanted you on his lap, so you threw one leg over his thigh and straddled him. It was like you were in a trance with how receptive you were, and you only wanted more when Jaemin pulled away to kiss down your neck. After minutes of nipping, sucking, and relishing your whimpers, he was satisfied with the bruises littered across your skin.

Jaemin seemed frustrated by how big his hoodie was on you, so he tugged at it until you pulled it up and over your head. After discarding it to the side, his lips found yours immediately after. The pads of his fingers slipped past the hem of your shirt to dig into your skin, pulling you flush against his body.

You were sure you could kiss him for hours, but your attention was slipping away when you felt his boner underneath you. The very least you could do was offer to help him out.

You pulled away to catch your breath, and your voice was no louder than a breath when you offered, “Let me suck you off.”

Jaemin blushed a little, and you bit back a smile because how could someone be so forward and cute? He was not innocent in the slightest, but he somehow got flustered so easily.

His voice came out strangled when he said, “Please.”

You carefully peeled off Jaemin’s shirt, admiring his muscles as you revealed his bare skin. He had to work out regularly to get a build this good, but you didn’t expect him to be this ripped. It was almost second nature when you started kissing down his chest, smiling when you heard his happy sigh.

When your kisses reached his stomach, you started tugging at the band of his sweatpants. Jaemin carded his fingers through your hair to keep you where he wanted to, and you were pretty sure all his blood was rushing to his cock with how much bigger he got. You tugged his sweatpants down to his knees and kissed up his strong thigh, looking up at him through your lashes. You wanted Jaemin to know just how drunk you were on his body.

Jaemin helped you tug down his boxers, too, and you swallowed hard when you saw how huge he was. His cock sprung up, and you were almost worried that you wouldn’t be able to take all of him in. While you were tying up your hair, Jaemin gave his shaft a few pumps, rubbing his thumb across the precum that beaded his slit.

A few strands of your hair got in your face, so Jaemin brushed them back and held your hair in his fist, undoing your ponytail so that he could tie back your hair properly. He looked down at you expectantly, cradling your jaw while you were mentally preparing yourself to take him. You flattened your tongue and ran it along the side of his cock, licking right where his vein was. Jaemin let out a groan almost instantly, and you looked up to see his eyes burning molten hot with desire.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled, gripping the back of your head.

His cock was throbbing, aching for you to take more of him in. So you slid your tongue over his head before hollowing your cheeks to suck him in. Jaemin gritted his teeth and tilted his head back, muttering some profanity that only encouraged you further.

You went slow at first, drawing out each bob of your head so that you got used to his size. You couldn’t go all the way down on him without his head hitting the back of your throat, making you gag a little before you started to properly take him down your throat. Jaemin started thrusting his hips into your mouth, urging you to go faster. You weren’t sure if that meant he was going to cum soon, but you sped up regardless.

“Fuck,” Jaemin rasped out, watching you with absolute admiration in his blown-out eyes, “I’m gonna cum.”

His grip on your hair loosened, as if he was ready to let you pull off of him, but you looked up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes while you sucked harder. You wanted him to cum in your mouth, and he seemed to get the message because his moan was cut off by his orgasm.

You continued to suck on his cock while he came, swallowing without hesitation. Jaemin thrusted shallowly inside your mouth, his husky moans making you pull off him to lick a long stripe down his length.

The two of you just stared at each other for a moment, catching your breaths and watching each other’s chest rise and fall. Then, Jaemin leaned in to cup your cheek and kiss you once more. He didn’t even care that he was tasting himself on your lips, but he just needed more of you.

“Let me return the favor,” he said once he pulled away. Before you could respond, Jaemin scooped you up in his strong arms. You held onto his biceps, gasping when he held your bottom firmly. “I promise I’ll make you feel really good.”

Jaemin set you on the cool granite surface of the kitchen counter, and you were glad that he kept the place clean. You would have felt gross if it was any other man, like Jeno’s grimey kitchen counter littered with dirty dishes, but you were too wrapped up in your own lust to care about moving to Jaemin’s bed.

Being high made you so sensitive that every touch from Jaemin left you trembling. As he undressed you, you couldn’t help but shudder and gasp whenever his fingers brushed over a sensitive area. He seemed to take notice, which you observed by his small smirk. As soon as Jaemin got rid of your garments, leaving you naked, he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Gorgeous,” he praised, leaning forward to take your nipple in his mouth. He sucked on the supple skin eagerly, making you moan and grab at his shoulder.

You let out a gasp when Jaemin grabbed your other breast in his hand, squeezing firmly and running his thumb along the nipple. After he decided he showed your chest enough attention, Jaemin started kissing down your stomach until he reached the apex of your thighs. He trailed kisses along your pelvis, peppering more along the top of your thighs, and you used your elbows to balance your weight on the counter. You were surely going to collapse if he kept going.

“Jaem,” you whined, “don’t tease.”

He smirked as he parted your legs even further, humming inquisitively at the sight of your soaked cunt. He lifted both of your legs and settled them on each of his shoulders, and you sucked in a sharp breath to prepare yourself.

Jaemin dipped his head and ran his flattened tongue along your folds, and god, you were floating high up in the clouds.

After some strokes of his tongue, Jaemin stiffened his tongue to lick deeper, parting your slit so that he could ravage your cunt. You couldn’t do anything but cry out his name, begging for more and more. Your engorged clit was soon aching for attention, and you became a complete mess as soon as Jaemin’s lips found your little ball of nerves.

Soon, Jaemin was holding your hips down as he ate you out like a man starved. You had never experienced pleasure so intense, and you were finding it hard to believe that the meek boy you met last night was this bold. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer even though his face was practically wet with your arousal.

“I-I’m close,” you breathed out, and your hips were struggling to grind down to meet Jaemin’s tongue. You wanted more—no, you needed more.

“I know,” he whispered against your thigh, and before you could beg, he snaked his tongue in your entrance, allowing your walls to clench and unclench around his hot muscle.

He used his fingers to rub your clit in small, tight circles, all the while eating you out so vigorously that you couldn’t even think about anything except Jaemin. How good he made you feel. How lucky you were to be under him.

You were drowning soon after—drowning in utmost bliss. A toe-curling orgasm shook your body, leaving your back arching against the kitchen counter. You couldn’t even process how loud your moan was until Jaemin was shushing you gently, abusing your clit throughout your orgasm while his other hand was clamped over your mouth.

“Shh,” he cooed, almost mocking you. “The walls are thin, doll.”

You nodded, looking up at him with glazed-over eyes. You just needed to focus on anything to keep you at bay, to keep you from being pulled under the current of your climax.

“Gonna carry you to the bed, okay?” he told you, and you nodded without a second thought, letting him princess carry you to his bedroom.

As soon as he laid you down gently, Jaemin leveled his cock at your entrance, running his head along the folds of your cunt. You were already exhausted from your previous orgasm, but you were still eager to feel Jaemin inside of you.

“I’ll go slow,” he assured, teasing the tip of his cock inside you so gently that you were about to fall apart. You had no more than an inch inside of you, and your walls were already clenching hard around him.

Your eyes rolled back when he pushed deeper inside you, and then soon he was bottoming out, and you could feel his thighs pressed against yours. The cry that left your lips and the groan that escaped his nearly sounded like a melody in your eyes. Each wave of pleasure made you feel like you were traveling light years past several galaxies. Stars pinpricked your vision, but you could make out Jaemin’s face among the collisions of supernovas.  

“I can’t,” you whimpered, unable to form proper, coherent sentences. “Fast—go faster.”

Something primal glinted in Jaemin’s dark eyes, and started ramming into you while holding your hips tight. His head dipped to ravage your neck, kissing and sucking as he pleased while his cock hit that perfect spot that made you see white spots in your vision. You felt a ripple of pleasure shoot under your skin.

And something else must have snapped in Jaemin because he started spewing absolute filth in your ears, and lord, was it making you lose your mind.

“I’m the best you’ve had, aren’t I?” he asked with brimming confidence, opting for sharp and precise thrusts.

You half-nodded, your cheek pressing against the pillow as your nails raked down Jaemin’s back. But Jaemin didn’t appreciate your lack of words.

“Come on, Y/N,” he pressed, “say it.” He pressed his lips to your ear and nibbled on the shell. You squirmed when you felt his hot breath fan your neck. “C’mon, I haven’t fucked you dumb already, right?”

You managed to cry out, “Y-yes, Jaemin! I’ve… I’ve never felt this good.”

He cupped your cheek and rubbed gently with his thumb, smiling down at you so kindly that it felt condescending. “Yeah? You gonna cum for me, then?”

You felt those ripples of pleasure intensify, and soon they were rising to a crescendo. You felt like you were being split apart on Jaemin’s cock, and it didn’t help that he refused to slow down before you orgasmed. You bucked your hips against him, eager to chase the pleasure that was just in your reach.

And, after Jaemin pressed his lips against yours, all of the stars in the night sky collided and exploded into nothingness.

You felt your orgasm tear through you, immobilizing you with blinding pleasure. You gasped and gripped the sheets tightly, praying that you could hold on for dear life. Jaemin slowly fucked you through your orgasm, your clenching walls bringing him to pull out of you and let his cum spill onto your stomach.

Jaemin let out a shaky sigh of contentment, and he quickly returned to your side without giving himself time to recover. Instead of basking in post orgasm glow, Jaemin aided your ongoing climax by rubbing your clit in slow, torturous circles.

“I got you,” he crooned, pressing gentle kisses to your cheeks. “I got you, doll.”

You were a whimpering, moaning mess underneath him, and you couldn’t think of anything but Jaemin as you writhed. After a few more aftershocks of pleasure (all thanks to Jaemin, of course), you finally started returning to your senses. It was possible that Jaemin had actually fucked you dumb.

He hurried to his feet to clean you up. It was a stark contrast from how he acted in bed, but your heart melted when he made sure you got enough water before he tucked you in bed. No guy had ever taken his time with aftercare for you, so you were starting to feel like being kicked out of Jeno’s apartment was a stroke of luck.

Later, he moved to lay down next to you, kissing the top of your head as he slid in. You wrapped your arm around him and you two were eventually a mess of tangled limbs.

“Can I stay?” you asked, somewhat nervous that he would ask you to leave soon.

“Of course,” he replied, easing your nerves with a gentle smile, “you can stay for as long as you want.” You cuddled close to him, burying your face into his chest, and then you heard him ask, “How do you feel?”

You smiled. “Like a star.”

[enivez]

QUICK PLAY — L.HS SMAU

SYNOPSIS… Gaming is a common hobby for college students nowadays, with Overwatch being the game of choice for both Lee Heeseung and his favorite streamer loved.venus. The boy shows his love Venus behind the screen name lee.bambi, though he doesn’t realize it is the campus fashionista that he cannot stand behind the streams that had become his comfort in his finally months of university.

PAIRING… Heeseung Enhypen x Reader/OC

FEATURING MEMBERS OF… enhypen, txt, le sserafim, aespa, p1harmony, txt, skz, loona… + (use of ive’s gaeul for main characters photos)

GENRE… social media au, university au

WARNINGS… Swearing, sexual jokes, strained family dynamics, description of panic attacks, tba…

STARTED… 02/27/2024

STATUS… on-going

TAGLIST… open ~ send an ask to be added!

MASTERLIST:

PROFILES #1 | PROFILES #2

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE (.5k WRITTEN)

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT (1k WRITTEN)

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (1.5k WRITTEN)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (.9k WRITTEN)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE (1.8k WRITTEN)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHAPTER THIRTY

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE (1.8K WRITTEN)

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

[channiedotcom]

late night gaming

i.n x gn!reader – fluff ; gamer!jeongin ; college au 

word count – 1.1k

a/n – i’ve been hoping to write something like this ever since i found out that i.n plays overwatch… it’s one of my favorite games and i like to imagine how fun it would be to get to game with him (and the other members of skz of course) also lmk if y’all would be interested in a pt 2! 

Late into the night, bluish-purple light seeps under the doorway of your bedroom. Every now and then, flashes of varying colors find their way into the mix. Your fingers move swiftly over your keyboard and mouse as your character turns in-game, taking shots at the enemy team. The payload is so close to creeping into the final point when–

Your character falls to the ground. You’ve been eliminated by fnncfx on Widowmaker. You hit your desk lightly with your fist, frustrated. “How did they even hit me? I swear I was behind that wall in time,” you mutter, watching the kill feed. You sigh and continue, exiting the spawn and getting back into the fight. Less than a minute later, it happens again. The same fnncfx gets a headshot, taking you out once more, just as quickly as you rejoined the battle.

The more it happens, the more frustrated you feel. Hoping to end the infuriating cycle, you switch to Sombra. If they’re going to keep targeting you, it’s only fair you do the same! You track down the Widowmaker and swiftly eliminate them. Within seconds, a message pops up in match chat:

fnncfx: counterswap? kinda weird

You roll your eyes and choose to ignore it. The game goes on for another minute or two, and you help your team by eliminating the Widowmaker at least twice more. As the timer runs out, your team finally completes the objective, and the word “Victory!” plasters itself across the screen. Before the game ends, you notice a small string of messages in the match chat:

fnncfx: ggs, except sombra fnncfx: i know ur mad i kept killing you lol

In a fit of frustration, you click on their profile and press the “add friend” button. You don’t really need to, but you want to talk to them and explain yourself. Almost as soon as you do, they add you back. You invite them to your group, eager to express your frustration. They accept and join in.

“You know I had to switch characters so you would stop eliminating me, right? You didn’t have to be such a jerk about it,” you huff, leaning towards your monitor.

There’s a pause. You stare at your screen, face illuminated by the glow. Why aren’t they responding yet? Did something go wrong?

“...Is this y/n?” he finally says, breaking the silence. As he speaks, your heart drops into your stomach. You recognize that voice instantly. It’s Jeongin– the cute guy from your math class. What is he doing playing this game? How did you end up in the same lobby? Your mind races. You’ve admired Jeongin from afar all semester- he’s the one you glance at in class, hoping he’ll notice you. And now here he is, in the same game, talking to you. Getting lost in your own thoughts, you almost forget to respond.

“I- uh- yes, hi! Oh my gosh, I didn’t- I didn’t think I’d run into you in this game! I’m so sorry, I hope I didn’t come across as rude or- or anything…” You stumble over your words, your voice trailing off as you put your face in your hands. You feel like you’ve seriously messed up.

He laughs.

He laughs.

You look up, your face warm. Despite the circumstances, you can’t help but think about how absolutely cute that sounded.

“I didn’t know you played this game, that’s actually pretty cool,” he says, his voice reminding you of liquid gold. It sounds warm and soothing, just like how you remember hearing it in class. 

“Yeah, I’ve had it for a while. I don’t play much stuff like this, but I guess this game is just different.” You shrug, leaning back into your chair a little bit. Knowing he isn’t upset as of this moment brings you a bit more peace. 

“Would you maybe… want to play a few games as a duo?”

Your eyes light up. He actually wants to play with you? He wasn’t going to ditch you immediately? 

You don’t even wait a moment before giving him a confident “That would be amazing!”

The two of you play through a few matches and do rather well, especially since he’s quite good at the game. You both find yourselves having a great time, giggling at the characters who seem to have no idea what is going on. You work together to take down enemy team after enemy team, barely losing any games.

After some time, you can hear him let out a sharp sigh. “I hate to do this to you, especially because I’m enjoying this so much, but I think I have to get going. My roommate Felix says he needs me to run it back in some scrimmages; I forgot I told him yesterday that I’d help out with that. I hope that’s alright…” He goes quiet, clearly disappointed to have some prior commitment. 

You frown, but aren’t too surprised. Of course someone as talented as him would be on some sort of gaming team. “For sure, that’s okay! I still had a great time; I would love to do this again, if you’d be down for that.”

“Yeah, totally! Why don’t you write down my number, and I’ll text you when I have time to do this again.” 

You can feel your face turning red at the idea of getting his number. This is someone you’ve admired from afar all semester, and now he wants to talk to you more. You feel like you’re in the clouds right now, your head spinning. 

He tells you the digits of his phone number and you swiftly enter them into your phone, then send him a text so he knows yours as well. 

“Okay, well you have a goodnight, y/n! It was great talking to you.” You can hear him smiling on the other side of his screen, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s blushing too. After he leaves the group, you log off out of the game and turn off your computer. You stand up from your chair and fall back onto your bed, wrapping yourself in the sheets. Giddy laughter escapes as you kick your feet in excitement. The thought that the most attractive boy in your class just gave you his number swirls in your mind, like a dream you never want to end. It still feels so surreal that he seems to at least tolerate- if not actually like- someone like you. As you hold your phone close to your chest, you slowly drift away into a deep sleep, dreaming of what could come of this newfound friendship, or maybe something more…

[em1e]

just to finish off the trio, we have nobara "the tank" kugisaki + pocket mercy gf who Only Heals/Res'/Boosts nobara

itadori "#1 victory royale" yuuji + gf who gets downed from walking off a cliff

[1tsstargaze59]

OK, I know I said I wouldn't post but like I HYPERFIXED SO HARD THAT HM-

ANXIFEAR FANKID?????

Also some college au anxifear doodles below the cut hehe /TW for slightly suggestive content?? Ever so slightly XD

So basically them ^^^^^ /hj

I love them sm like I was just making a fankid for fun, I DIDNT EXPECT TO LOVE THEM THIS MUCH THO TWT💕💕💕

She's 17, she plays Overwatch, her fav food is cosmic brownies, she's a spelling bee champion and future literature major (I've been thinking about them all weekend-)

Pls be nice to Panic guys, they're TEENAGE CODED‼️and definitely a minor in the college au OK?

Anyway, imma yap about them for a bit now, so you can leave if you're not interested XD

Panic's actual size is this, just a bit taller then his mom (ft.Me intruding on the concept art LMAO)

Their design is based off mainly the little shocked expression sign, yk the 🗯, their hair I saw a design that had this hair style and I really loved it and it made me think of @/re-colligere's design for Professor Terror, aka spy AU Fear, how his prosthetic arm is shaped like a neuron! I thought that was very clever, so I was inspired by that ovob Lastly, we have the concept art for the second movie and the character of Rebellion! They have similar shape language and I knew I wanted to give Panic a different fashion style from her parents. It resulted in an inspiration from street wear and traffic signs, signaling how Panic is slightly~ well dangerous XD

Personality wise, Panic is very calm surprisingly! They talk sparingly, only when they want a specific idea conveyed to others; this usually results in them intruding on conversations with really unsettling statements ^^""" They hang out under headquarters with the other complex emotions, usually just entertaining themselves, reading, playing, napping; I suggest you not do anything to... brutal? Or loud around them, they are very sensitive and if ANYTHING triggers them, THEY CAN SPEND A REALLY LONG TIME JUST YELLING until someone manages to calm them down. ^^"" The comfort blanket is a gift from auntie Ennui, I'll draw them with the rest of the fam later ^^

[kookslastbutton]

Love's Remedy ༓ jjk (m) l Ch. III

✑ Summary: Jungkook is a romantic. He comes from a highly intelligent family who wants him to carry out the lineage. Being this way, he goes to college to be a pharmacist but his friends say college isn't just about studying! With a little persuasion, he goes to his first frat party thinking his hat will help him pick up a girl-or woman he means.

Pairing: STEM major!virgin!jungkook x STEM major!hot girl!reader

AU/genre: angst, smut, fluff, s2l, college au, mini-series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 4,378

Warnings: jk is very determined to "win" oc, jk a romantic, oc has philophobia (fear of relationships), protective!koo again, oc is an engineering student, PC Bang, jk is a king at LOL (League of Legends), jk lowkey flirts with new person, oc gets cold feet but please don't blame her 🥹, jk and oc get on level ground after hashing things through, themes of stalker-ish behavior (not oc or jk!), feat Jackson and Jae-beom, if i missed warning lmk!

Now Playing: seven, summertime sadness, she’s kerosene, angels like you+

A/N: For reference a PC Bang is: "a type of LAN gaming center and Internet cafe in South Korea, where patrons can play multiplayer computer games for an hourly fee". Also, I am not a gaming guru but I try for this chapter that means I researched haha Enjoy! 💞

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A week later, Jungkook waits for you at your agreed rendezvous point; for over an hour. You promised to meet him near the campus garden at 7 pm but here it is almost 8 pm and you're a no-show.

He checks his phone for the fourteenth time since arriving–no reply.

Jungkook tries not to jump to conclusions but you broke your word and you ghosted him.

He thinks back to last week when he'd stepped between you and Jun-ho. And when you followed him back to his dorm where he told you he could love and take care of you, as you helped patch his wound. Had he come on too strong? Did you get into more trouble that he didn't know about?

He kicks a few pebbles by his feet, sending them flying in every which way, as the number of endless possibilities rattles his brain.

"Stupid," he cusses himself. "You're just so fucking stupid."

How could he believe that after two short weeks of random run-ins with you that he'd earn your interest? You told him you don't do relationships yet he still shows up, anxiously presenting himself as your knight in shining armor. Any sane person would tell him he was barking up a dead tree.

"Might as well get a head start on next week's homework." Jungkook loses hope, trotting back to the dormitory with the wind howling and mocking behind him.

"What do you mean she ditched you?" The boisterous inquisition belongs to Jackson who's looking thoroughly offended once hearing his new best friend was shown up. He isn't sure how much this woman meant to him, but either way, it makes him livid. Even if you weren't going to go out with him, you should've at least told him like a decent human being.

"I really thought she'd come," Jungkook replies with his heavy eyes. He walks alongside the blonde-haired boy, dirt crunching below his feet. "Guess she had something better to do."

"No." Jackson stops in the middle of the road. "You know who actually has better things to do? It's you. What do you say to hitting up the PC Bang downtown? Play a little League of Legends or Overwatch?"

Jungkook shrugs with less enthusiasm than a snail. "Sure…"

"Hey man," Jackson puts a hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "I'm sorry about you and __. It sucks being stood up. I've had my fair share and you just gotta take it as a blessing that nothing else happened between you both. Nine times out of ten, it didn't have anything to do with you either so don't blame yourself. Take it as a lesson and keep working on yourself until the right person shows up. They'll be the person you can truly give yourself to."

"Hard to believe you've been shown up. You're charismatic, confident, in good shape, have good facial features, and you're getting your MD." Jungkook's aware of his friend's attempt to lift his spirits but he can't fathom anyone not giving Jackson the time of day. Due looks like a pop star in the making.

"Nah, most of what you just said is me bullshitting my way through life. I'm not all that," Jackson rejects, striding forward. "I got rejected by a girl a few days ago myself."

"Had a boyfriend?"

"Nope, just didn't like me. And she doesn't go out with first -years apparently."

"Oh," Jungkook's eyebrows shoot up. "She was an upperclassman?"

"Yup, on her third year."

At this Jungkook's mouth gapes open. "No wonder she said no. What the hell are you doing trying to go out with a third-year?” The accusatory tone spins Jackson's head–he's a sad little puppy with you but a bulldog with him. What a puzzling fellow.

"Same thing you're doing trying to convince someone who doesn't want a relationship to go out with you."

Jungkook dials back his previous assertion. "We're idiots."

"Correction. we're dreamers." Jackson slaps him on the shoulder. "C'mon, let's go burn some shit up at the internet cafe."

By the time he and Jackson get to the cafe nearly all the computers are taken. It's no surprise since PC Bang's are quite a rave amongst university students like themselves. You can play the hottest games for hours while stuffing yourself full with whatever food's served on the cafe menu–all for a small fee of course.

"Let's go here." Jackson manages to grab two free id cards from the counter–guiding them to two empty PCs, side by side to each other. "How long do you want to play for?"

Jungkook sinks himself in the leather gaming chair and powers on the machine in front of him. "I'm good until 6 pm, but then I should head back to my dorm and do homework."

"Cool, same for me. We'll play for three hours then."

"What should we play?" Jungkook tosses the headset over his ears and scrolls through the game options. Jackson does the same.

"Kinda in the mood for LOL." He flips to the game's screen card. "Gonna need to join a team though."

"No problem.," Jungkook clicks the game on his own pc until the loading screen covers his view. "So many people play League of Legends. We'll be able to find one in no time."

Jackson nods and opens LOL himself. "Let's kick some ass."

"Fuck yeah," Jungkook mumbles, inaudible to everyone but himself.

An hour passes and he and Jackson have been hammering their opponents into the digital abyss. The thrill and surge of adrenaline cause him to forget previous heartaches–aka you. Plus, after finding a team of three to jump into; one member who happens to be female, Jungkook's been able to turn his attention to other prospects.

"Soomin, how long have you been playing LOL for?" Jungkook decides to learn more about his female teammate after claiming the final victory over the opposing team.

"Five years," her raspy voice comes through his headset. It sure is a unique voice, he notes.

"Same. We should play on a team more often. In fact, Jackson and I are thinking about building an official LOL team so we could use a third person. You're really good so if you want, we'd love to have you." Beside him, his friend gives him a confused look. 'We are?' he mouths silently which Jungkook ignores.

"Wait really?" She pauses a moment. "I've never been on a permanent team before. I guess that'd be cool."

"I play late at night sometimes too. Meaning if you ever wanna jump on with me shoot me a message or something."

"Alright, I'll jot down your username."

"Already got yours memorized," he says, a tad more cocky than he meant.

"Damn," she cusses. "You work fast. By the way, do you go to university?"

"Yeah, I go to Seoul National University."

"No way, what year are you? I attend there too. I'm a second-year."

"What?!" He nearly hits the ceiling once the information is disclosed. He had no idea Soomin would be this close and that he could meet her in person. call him eager but should he ask her out? No…he's already made that move with you and look where it left him. He'll ask to hang out first. "We should meet Soomin. As long as you don't mind that I'm a first-year that is," Jungkook chuckle lightly and looks over to Jackson who immediately gives him a double thumbs up.

"Well I'm kinda busy this week but how about next week? Also, if it's good with you, can my boyfriend come?"

Fuck. If this is some kinda joke he'd like to catch a break any time now. Not that he was as intrigued with Soomin as he was, or still is, with you but he definitely thought it was going somewhere!

"You're dating?" Jungkook watches Jackson lower his double thumbs up, frowny face on.

"Yeah, we've been together for a year. Met as classmates." When she giggles Jungkook has the unexpected urge to roll his eyes. Of course, you did, he mutters, just a perfectly peachy coincidence for you two.

"Well that's nice," he says bitterly.

"Oh, I'm sorry Jungkook. He's actually calling me now so I have to go but I'll talk to you soon. And message me when you want to meet. I'll tell my boyfriend about you!"

Great. Jungkook bids her goodbye and she signs off.

"Sorry about Soomin. She seemed cute." Jackson slides his headset off his ears to rest them around his neck. "But you know what? You're still a force to be reckoned with inside the virtual world. I honestly don't know how you do it."

Jungkook grins shyly and slips his headset on the desk. "I've been playing for a long time. Must be something to do with that." He throws a hand over his abdomen when his stomach rumbles at the same time. "We should order food." He browses the cafe's extensive menu on his pc. Nothing but rows and rows of tasty options flash back at him, urging him to spend fortunes.

Still, he's got to cap it at some point with only about 2,000,000 Korean won (about 1,500 USD) in his bank account. The Jeon family is wealthy but Jungkook is not. His parents are especially careful to inform him that generational wealth is not going to be given to him freely. Instead, he is to earn his own money, starting at the car wash which he worked at over the summer.

"I'm getting an order of Tteokbokki and a soju. What about you?" Jackson punches in his order, sparing a glance at Jungkook who's tapping on his keyboard with one hand while the other rests under his chin.

"The Jjajangmyeon looks good. I'll get that with a soju too." After Jungkook enters in his own order he strolls his chair out from under the gaming table. "Do you see a bathroom around here?"

"Yeah, it's all the way to that far right corner." Jackson points in that direction with his thumb.

"Okay, I'll be right back."

Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom.

Jungkook repeats the simple word to himself. He scans the corner Jackson gestured towards earlier but sees nothing except a giant blank wall. Must have meant the opposite direction. He turns himself around to scout the other side of the floor.

"Excuse me sir-" a voice chimes close behind him.

"Oh sorry." He steps aside to let the young lady by and as soon as he does his whole body jerks forward in shock. "__!"

You turn around with the tray of food in your hand in what looks like a work uniform. "Yes, what can I do–Kookie?" You grip the plastic tray firmer to keep it from shaking uncontrollably, though the clamminess of your palms makes it a challenging task. Seeing Jungkook at the place you work was bound to happen being that the PC Bang is close to the university. You just weren't prepared for it to be tonight during one of your last shifts of the season.

"I didn't know you worked here."

"Yeah, only part-time." After bumping into Jungkook moments ago, you found it inevitable to avoid him further. You agreed to meet him outside once your break started. "I'm planning on leaving before the semester gets crazy. I have about a week left probably."

It dawns on Jungkook that he doesn't know what you study so with shifty eyes and clenched fists, he asks. "What are you going for?"

"Engineering." You can tell he wasn't expecting that for an answer; most don't be a woman in the field and all. "Jungkook, let's not do this. I'm sorry about what happened the other night." A sick queasy feeling settles in your gut–you're well aware you did Jungkook wrong. You're not proud of it in the slightest and him standing in front of you right now only reminds you of your guilt.

"I waited for you __. You said you come even if it was a rejection." A twinge of hurt laces behind his words and he keeps a controlled stance. He doesn't get in your face, demanding for an answer, nor does he break down and cry. He's more inquisitive than anything else. "Where were you? Why didn't you come?"

"I–" You intertwine your fingers, a nervous habit you picked up in childhood. "I panicked Kookie. I'm so sorry."

Jungkook stiffens when he hears the endearing name drop from your soft lips again. It was nice at first but now it feels like a sharp pain twisting in his side, like a thorn only for his misery. "Can you not call me that, please? It's–It's making me uncomfortable."

"Oh god," you lunge forward out of instinct but freeze when he steps back. "Jungkook I really am sorry. I was planning to see you. I had my shoes on and everything. Like I said I panicked, I'm not suited for relationships. And I'm not suited for you."

The last part stings the most.

"But–"

“There’s no buts Jungkook." You place your hand on the door of the building. " I have to get back to work."

"Wait!"Jungkook moves to face in front of you from an angle. "You say you're not suited for relationships but why did you get ready to see me? Why didn't you just say no to me? And last week when you told me you needed more time to think…was it a lie?"

"Because I like you okay? You're cute, protective, sweet, but you like me too much." you release the handle. "You don't know anything about me yet you've already got into a fistfight with an obscene jerk for me and claim you'll wait for me even when you just met me. If you love me this much now how much more will you love me later?"

" I'll love you for eternity."

"See this is it, Jeon. You saying stuff like this before anything real has happened between us–it's too much. How can you be this devoted to basically a stranger? You'll love me for eternity but have you considered that maybe I won't?"

"What are you saying?"

"What makes you think I'll love you as much as you do me?"

" I don't think like that __. I don't want a relationship so I can see what I can get. that's not how my mind works. I understand that I've been very forward with you. I should have been more conscientious about how that would make you feel but when I say that I love–"

"Please, don't drop the 'L' word. If you're saying love then you don't love me; only the idea of me."

Jungkook pauses, wordless

"Never thought of it that way huh? Guess not. Let me ask you something…do you know what I do? With men?"

He swallows and shakes his head no

"I sleep with them. A new guy a week if not twice a week. People call me a whore, and I'm spreading my legs for everyone and anyone willing. Do you want to get involved with someone like that?" You wipe away an escaped tear.

"I don't care about that at all __."

"Well, you should! This is who I am Jungkook. I can't let you be responsible for me. So unless you want a one-night stand or a friends-with-benefits relationship, I suggest you forget about me. I can't be your girlfriend."

"__!" Your manager shoves the front door open, causing you and Jungkook to jolt in surprise. " Where have you been? We have about twenty orders that need to be served."

"Sorry Manager Choi. I'll get right on it." You spare Jungkook one last glance before disappearing back inside the PC Bang. "I'm sorry," you say with a lowered head.

That night Jungkook lays on his bed, thumb hovering over your name in his contacts list. His logical side whispers for him to delete it. His heart says to call, text, or do something to–no. He remembers your pained facial expression; on the verge of tears as you explained to him that he'd been too quick in making his mind up about you. But then he replays your final words.

"…unless you want a one-night stand or a friends-with-benefits relationship, I suggest you forget about me. I can't be your girlfriend."

Well, he doesn't want the first two but if it meant he could be in your life longer–stop. His logical side intrudes. "You don't want to go down that path," he matters to himself. "It's better if you just delete the number." Jungkook moves to tap the trash can icon on your phone contact, a pang in his chest. Just as he's mustered up enough strength his phone buzzes off, screen lighting the entirety of the darkened dorm room. His roommate groans at the sound and rolls over in their bed.

"Jungkook," said roommate rubs his face. "I have an 8:15 tomorrow morning. Please speak take it in the hallway."

Jungkook quietly jumps out of bed not solely because of courtesy to his roommate but also because it's from you.

"Jungkook… can you um…"

"__?" He eases the door shut behind him and paces up and down the hallway. "Are you there?"

"Can you meet me at the bus stop near the campus library/ I'm sorry to be asking you it's just that…Jun-ho's–"

"What is it? Are you okay? What about Jun-ho?"

" I'm taking the bus back from work and he's on the same one he keeps staring at me and I'm scared of following me back to my dorm. Please Kookie-Jungkook I mean. I don't have any right to ask you, I know. He won't try anything with the bus driver here but once I get off I'll be alone. I have some pepper spray in my bag–"

"Yes, yes I'll be right there. How far are you out?" This isn't about pursuing you, impressing you, or anything like that anymore; it's about your safety. Jungkook leaps into his room, grabs his wallet, and shoves the sneakers on his feet. "__? Did you hear me?"

" I'm five minutes from the stop. Oh, he's, he's still staring at me."

"Don't look at him __. I'm walking down right now. Stay on the phone with me. I'll be waiting for you when you get there okay?"

"Thank you Kook. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. If Jun-ho's tracking you down like a wolf, it'll be his funeral." The icy tone in Jungkook's typically warm, milky tone sends a shiver up your spine.

The bus you're on pulls up in exactly five minutes, as you estimated. Jungkook frantically searches for you through the window glass, growling when he sees Jun-ho standing up a few rows behind you. He makes sure to be as close to the bus's exit doors as possible so he can grab your hand as soon as you step out.

"Hey!" He greets you loudly. "How was your shift?"

"Great! We were running around like crazy but thankfully, I didn't have to work through the night." You cling his hand tighter, slinging your other arm around his.

"That's a blessing." Jungkook and you walk faster, putting more space between you and Jun-ho. "You must be tired."

"Oh yeah, I can't wait to slee–ah!" You trip over a ledge on the sidewalk. Jungkook grips you before you completely fall flat on your behind.

"New feet?" He can't help but joke and you slap his arm. Jungkook helps straighten you back up, your hands remain interlocked. When it comes to a split in the road, you and Jungkook filter to the right side towards the female dorms. You hope to god Jun-ho takes the left.

"He's such a fucker." Jungkook curses, peering over his shoulder just enough to see Jun-ho faltering at the intersection. He burns holes at both of you so much that it makes Jungkook feel like kneeing him in the gut but he doesn't want to provoke the bastard–putting you in unpredictable danger. "I'll get you to your dorm. Which one is yours?"

"Up ahead." You gesture at the brick building with the number 318.

"We can let go of our hands now." You're the first to speak after arriving outside your dorm.

Jun-ho thankfully did not follow you any more than back at the split in the path between male and female dorms. The fact that he still attends school here makes your skin crawl. You don't exactly like calling people a mistake but Jun-ho is by far an exception. You messed around with the guy one time while you both were a bit tipsy and he keeps hounding you. If you need to, you will make him stay away from you permanently.

"Promise me you'll get a restraining order on him if this happens again or gets worse." Jungkook ignores your suggestion to release your hands. "That idiot has no right to be around you."

"I will. Thank you for coming out. I was nervous to call you being what happened earlier. I truly, from the bottom of my heart, am sorry. And I know having to go back to work left things hanging so if there's anything else you wanted to talk about or tell me, please feel free."

"Anything for you–" slips out of his mouth before he can stop it. He slaps a hand over his mouth instantly, you chuckle softly.

"It's okay Jungkook," you reassure. "I can tell you wear your heart on your sleeve. You're naturally very accommodating and flattering."

"And you're beautiful. Damnit, I did it again. I'm sorry __, but whenever I look at you I feel butterflies and I say a lot of fluffy stuff. I'm not trying to flirt or impress you by using what can be in the right context, shallow methods. But yeah, I was thinking about what happened at the cafe earlier tonight and I think get it–I've been too quick to the draw. I'm honestly not sure why I'm so attracted to you other than the fact that you're breathtakingly gorgeous in literally every way, both physical and non-physical. It makes me want to know you more. And the fact that assholes like Jun-ho won't leave you alone makes me want to be your personal bodyguard or something. I don't lift as much as him but fuck, I can keep him in his place. I'm starting to sound crazy, aren't I? It's like you said, we're strangers after all…right?"

Jungkook waits for you to respond. The cool autumn air is crisp against your cheeks, not cold enough to see your own breath, but enough to have you secretly grateful for the warmth that comes from his hand. That's right, you've been clinging onto his hand for dear life for the past fifteen or more minutes. You should probably let go now if weren't for the fact that he's also clinging onto yours just as hard.

"You really want to know me Kookie?" You brush a few strands of his hair that have blown in front of his eyes. He's incredibly handsome now…how did you not see it before? Sure he's cute with his bunny-like smile, mole on his button nose, and his adorable voice that makes you oh so soft and comfortable inside. But he's also handsome with his piercing oak tree-colored eyes, perfectly sharp jaw, and eager yet tenacious energy that always seems to show up for you.

Jungkook takes your other hand in his, swinging them between you both. "Of course," his earnest voice chippers. "It’s next to impossible for me not to want to know you. I'm sure I'll eventually move on if that's what you really want, but if there's another alternative that can avoid that I'd like to take it. You seem to be in deep thought about something…" he switches up his response when he notices you don't look as alert as you usually do. “__.”

"I'm here," you say, the tiniest bit dazed. "I was just thinking about something."

"Yeah I know, but about what?"

You swallow before replying. “…You.”

Jungkook smiles sheepishly. You're unsure if he's pleased or nervous. "Is it–is it something good or should we leave it here?"

"Are you free tomorrow?" You bite the inside of your cheek, begging yourself not to take it back. "It's Sunday so I get if you have some last-minute studying to do. Just thought maybe we could do something….together." Jungkook goes to reply, cheeks more than raised but you continue speaking before he sounds a word. "It's not a date per se. I'm being crazy annoying but I'd like to be friends first with something extra."

"You said no to friends before though. This isn't an offer to be friends with benefits is it?"

"That was when I wasn't sure what I wanted with you if anything. I didn't want to take advantage of you or anything. I want to start as friends so we can see if we can somehow be more. I'm interested in you Jungkook so no, not friends with benefits but rather, friends with the potential to be more."

"Okay," Jungkook squeezes your hands. "I can do that. What do you want to do? What time do you want to meet? What do you want me to wear?"

"First of all, if we're going to do this I'm going to need you to treat me like your bro. Wear what you want, we can meet afternoon and we'll figure it what to do along the way." You think your suggestion is fair yet it's crystal clear that it's not ideal for Jungkook, given the pout on his face.

"I don't want you to be my bro though," he whines.

"We start as bros or we're not hanging out." You're firm because you want this to work but you know yourself, and you need to take this slow.

"No wait, okay. Bro it is. You'll be the prettiest bro of mine."

"Jungkook," you snort, undignified. "That sounds weird."

He shrugs, "I'm weird when I'm with my friends. Especially when they're as pretty as you, it makes me all dumb because I can't seem to think straight anymore."

"Alright Romeo," you say, face flushing. "Save the rest for tomorrow."

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