#please don't hide in my closet tonight guys

[rinnie-marylin]

I voted for robbie because he sang the pirate song, and i related to it because i pirated every form of wordgirl media, therefore robbie ACTUALLY helped me engage in the fandom more, and therefore the wordgirl fandom cannot hold me at a gun point for betraying them ☺

Baby Show Villain Tournament: FINALS

One last time: PEEP THE BRACKET.

It's been a crazy ride. People have been going for their faves to win this thing, but in the end... It was a really unsurprising outcome, actually.

We have Robbie Rotten, the dealer's choice character who is unbelievably memetic. He decimated, to the point where one of his rivals only received ONE VOTE! We have Dr. Two Brains, a character who was a front runner from the start, receiving some detailed nominations and also decimating in every comp he was in, up against some pretty tough comp!

So, who's gonna win? Let's find out now! RIGHT NOW!

Propaganda under the cut:

Robbie (Dealer's Choice): "robbie rotten sweep omfg"

Dr. Two Brains: "I didn’t already nom him??? He’s funny I love the silly mad scientists in these shows and also he just wants to eat cheese how can you NOT like him"

"Hes your classic mad scientist type! Hes voiced by Tom Kenny so hes got great voice work and is so cool and awesome. he taught wordgirl how to be a hero before turning evil so theres cool dynamic stuff there! hes also kinda gay"

"If two brains doesn’t win I’m committing so many atrocities, anyways have you seen this man? His origin story is so tragic yet silly and and he’s the number one villain so if he wins it would fit his character so much ☹️☹️😭😭☹️☹️ and and he was/is such a role model to wordgirl and and did you know he’s also trans yeah he told me the other day and and explodes"

"TWO BRAINNNNNSSSSS FOR THE WINNN

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"YOU WILL VOTE FOR TWO BRAINS!!!! THIS IS FAIR CITYS NUMBER ONE CRIMINAL WE ARE NOT LETTING HIM LOSE THAT TITLE!!!!! VOTE FOR THE SILLY SCIENTIST MOUSE MAN!!!!!"

[mariclerc]

Iclawnic couple | cl16

Summary: your dream of dressing up as a Monster High character with your bestie comes true.

Warnings: none. mixed feelings and a bunch of fluff.

a/n: I've had this idea for a while, I hope you like it!! let me know if you want another part!

You and Charles have been best friends for as long as you can remember, you've been there for each other through thick and thin and you've gone to every event possible with him. And even his exes felt quite jealous that you were his friend, and you don't blame them, since between you and him there is a certain closeness and chemistry that everyone notices... Everyone except you two, of course.

So now you find yourself getting ready to go to a costume party with Charles wearing complementary Frankie Stein and Jackson Jekyll costumes, you are very excited because you have always wanted to dress up as a Monster High character and he has always loved the idea, so here you are... Frantically searching for the monster boots you had bought specifically for that costume.

“Charles! Have you seen my boots? You know, the monster ones! The ones with the big ass platform.” you say a little panicked, since you can't find your boots.

Charles, dressed in his Jackson Jekyll costume, but with a mischievous glint in his eyes, emerges from the living room to the bedroom.

“Oh my god, Frankie Stein please, calm down. We have all night, and I'm pretty sure those boots are eating their way out of the closet.” he says with a smirk on his face.

You glare at him playfully. “Haha, very funny. You know how important this is to me, this is my childhood dream!” you say and you stomp your foot, a cute and exaggerated gesture.

Charles chuckled. “I know, I know, my little monster. You're going to be the scariest Frankie Stein ever.” he walks over to you and helps you search for the boots, they were hiding behind a big box.

“You're the best!” you say softly.

There's a brief moment of silence, a charged atmosphere.

Then, Charles breaks the silence. “So, ready to scare some people tonight, eh?” he smiles as he look at you finishing getting ready.

“Oh, you bet! Especially those stupid costumes people come up with.” you say while grinning, you finish fixing some details of your costume.

He whistle. “Damn girl, you're going to kill everyone tonight!” he grins. “Although it doesn't matter if you go and eat their brains.”

You look at him, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “Oh, shut up you dumbass.” you say trying to play it cool.

You two laugh and leave the apartment to go to the party and see what the night has in store for you.

***

A crowded, noisy room filled with people in costumes, the music is blasting through the walls. You and Charles, in your costumes, are surrounded by a sea of people.

“You look so amazing!” he whispers in your ear.

Your heart skips a beat, you try to hide your blush. “Thank you charlie! You don't look too bad yourself, Jackson.” you say whispering back.

You two laugh while you approach a group of people in which there were several of the drivers and their girlfriends.

“Whoa guys, you two look so sick! Definitely the best costume of the night!” says Daniel raising his glass.

Logan's girlfriend nods. “Yeah, you two nailed it!” she says and you smile at her. “I like your Frankie costume, it looks so freaking good!”

Charles puts his hand on your waist, instinctively, as if his hand belonged there.

You smiled again. “Thanks! We've been planning this for ages!” you giggled. “It was like a dream for us.”

You feel a rush of emotions... His touch, the compliments, the attention. It's overwhelming, but in a good way.

“Yeah, it’s been a long time coming.” he says grinning.

You glance at him, your eyes meeting his. There's a silent understanding between you two, a connection that’s always been there but feels much stronger now.

Lewis speaks up. “Seriously, you two look good together.” he says and your cheeks flush again. Charles squeezes your waist gently.

“We’ve known each other forever.” says Charles smiling while you nod, unable to form words.

The conversation continues, but your mind is racing. You can’t stop thinking about the way Charles is looking at you, the way his hand feels on your waist.

The night wears on, filled with laughter, dancing, and more compliments. Every touch, every glance between you two is electric and, somehow, it feels right.

Suddenly, you start to feel a little bit overwhelmed by the amount of people dancing around you, you carefully signal to Charles, he was having a drink but was a little distracted.

“Charlie! I feel like I can't breathe!” you say while you fan yourself with your hands, your eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and overwhelm.

He smiles softly. “It's okay princess, we better go to a quieter place, okay?” he says and you nod.

He takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm. You shiver slightly at his touch and you started walking through the sea of people until you reached a quieter place... That is, the kitchen.

A beat of silence passes between you. Charles’s eyes hold yours, a deep intensity in his gaze as you get to the desolated kitchen.

“It's just... It was a lot of people and I was getting so anxious.” you say softly as you get a glass of water. “And, well, you look... really good tonight.” you say in a whisper.

Charles smiled. “You look incredible too.” he says softly.

His hand slides down your arm to your hand, intertwining your fingers, you feel a surge of electricity between you two.

“I've wanted to be Frankie Stein since I was a kid.” you say smiling while you look down at your costume, a comforting familiarity washing over you.

He chuckled. “I know honey, and you're perfect.” he pulls you closer, until you’re almost touching, the scent of his cologne fills your senses.

“Thank you Charlie.” you say in a whisper.

Your heart pounds in your chest, you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face.

He takes a deep breath. “I’ve known you for what feels like forever, we’ve been through everything together... And I’ve always been there for you, haven’t I?” he says seriously.

You nod, your eyes locked on his.

“But there’s something more I want to be for you... Something more I want to give you.” his voice is low, filled with a vulnerability you’ve never heard before.

“What is it, Charles?” you ask him softly with a trembling voice.

“I’ve cared about you for as long as I can remember, but it’s more than that now. It’s something... bigger growing inside of me.” he says while looking you straight in the eyes, his hand moves to cup your face, his thumb gently brushing your lower lip.

You swallow hard. “Charles...” you say in a soft whisper, you can feel your heart racing.

He leans closer. “I'm in love with you.” his breath is warm on your lips. You close your eyes, feeling a mix of fear and exhilaration.

Slowly, you lean in and press your lips to his in a soft, gentle kiss. It’s a brief moment, but it feels like forever, as if it was destined to be this way for a very long time.

You pull away slightly, looking into his green eyes. He smiles, a mixture of relief and joy on his face.

“I love you too.” you say in a whisper while smiling and he smiled again, showing off his dimples.

***

Now you returned to Charles' apartment, you stand in front of the bathroom mirror, the harsh fluorescent light revealing the remnants of your Frankie makeup. A small, tired smile plays on your lips as you gently remove the false eyelashes.

“I can't believe we actually pulled that off.” you say muttering to yourself, you glance at your reflection, the Frankie Stein look slowly fading and a sense of peace washes over you.

Charles emerges from the bedroom, a lazy smile on his face, he holds one of his t-shirts and places it on the sink. “You look beautiful, even without the monster stuff.”

You blush, turning to face him. There’s a comfortable silence between you as you continue to remove your makeup.

“Well, you don't look too bad yourself, Jackson.” you giggle.

He laughs, a husky deep sound. “Oh, You don't know how grateful I am that you're here.”

He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. The warmth of his body against yours sends a shiver down your spine.

You turned to face him. “Me too, it feels... Right, being with you.” you look into his eyes, your heart pounding. There’s an undeniable connection between you two.

Charles leans in, his breath warm on your skin. You close your eyes, anticipating his kiss.

Suddenly, a wave of self-consciousness washes over you. You're still in the costume, a little bit vulnerable and exposed, you pull away slightly.

You laughed nervously. “I should probably... get changed.” you turn back to the mirror, your cheeks flushed.

Charles smiles. “Oh, of course, princess, just let me close my eyes.” he said and covered his eyes, you giggled as you took off your costume and put on the shirt he had left in the sink.

“Now you can open your eyes dummy.” you say giggling. “Oh god, you're such a dork... but a cute one.”

Suddenly you start to feel a little tired and sleepy, the exhaustion of the day begins to take its toll on you, Charles notices this and carries you in his arms.

“Hey, put me down, silly!” you say to him, he laughs.

“Never baby!” he starts walking towards the room.

He lays you down on his bed and you lie in his big arms, your head resting on his chest.

“God, I’m so tired.” you say, letting out a yawn. “Wearing those boots was painful, I looked cute, but my feet hurt.”

“Well, you did have a pretty long day chérie.” he says while smirking. “And those boots looked painful, honey, I'm not going to lie to you.” he giggled (darling)

He kisses the top of your head and you giggled.

“Yeah, but it was worth it.” you smile sleepily while you snuggle closer to him, feeling safe and content.

“The prettiest Frankie Stein I've ever seen.” he whispers.

“And you are the most athletic and silliest Jackson I have ever seen.” you say while and you both laugh softly.

“Oh, my little monster.” he says while he tickles your side.

“Charles, please! Stop it!” you laugh breathlessly.

He continues to tickle you until you're giggling uncontrollably. “Alright, alright baby. I’ll stop.” He says huffing with a smile on his face.

He pulls you closer, holding you tightly. You close your eyes, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you.

“Oh, I love you, Charlie!” you say sleepily.

“I love you too, y/n.” he says while smiling. “My pretty girl.”

You fall silent, your breathing becomes slow. Charles strokes your hair gently, his touch soothing and comforting.

A few minutes later, you feel him shift. He carefully moves you to the pillow, tucking you in.

“Sleep well, my little monster.” he whispers.

“Sweet dreams Jackson.” you muttered.

You drift off to sleep, the sound of Charles' heartbeat a comforting rhythm in your ears, giving you calm by sleeping next to him, something you had done before at sleepovers, but now it has a much stronger meaning. All of this was meant to happen, it's like it was written somewhere, but it doesn't bother you at all.

[pinkthrone445]

-Let it burn to the ground- Part 2

Part 1

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:love, hurt, confort, funny, smut

Warnings:Mention about past trauma, fires, SEX! SEX YOUR SINFUL SOULS

Summary:Melissa lets the fire of love consume her when she meets the new chief of the fire station. And then she musters up the courage to take you on a date.

Your phone rang with a notification while you were lying down watching TV. Today was your day off and after dropping your child off at school and going to the gym, you came home to watch TV and get some rest. You wiped your hand full of Doritos powder on a napkin and took your cell phone

-🔥Miss Schementti🔥:"Hello chief, I hope that you are enjoying your day off... I'm exited about tonight..."-The redhead had sent you a message and you stared at your phone for a few seconds. While you had accepted the invitation the day before, it had been a while since you had a date and now you were questioning whether this was the right decision.

Your fingers danced on the keyboard without touching any keys while you chewed your lip, wondering what the appropriate response would be. Your cell phone vibrated again

-🔥Miss Schementti🔥:"I must warn you that I am not a person who eats little, not even in first dates, so do not get scared when you see me ask for another portion or two, you've been warned..."-The message made you laugh imagining her eating and the answer came naturally.

-You:"I get it, you don't have to worry, I'm also a big eater. In my childhood my nana taught me that if there was still room to breathe, there was room for food. Now I know how to stop when I'm satisfied, but it's not easy to get to that point either..."-You replied with a smile and your fingers danced again on the keyboard and then sent another message

-You:"Excited for tonight too... But I haven't played the dating game in a long time, be gentle with me please" - Your heart pounded from the nerves of admitting that, the bubbles that the redhead was writing seemed on screen for a few seconds and then disappeared. When 30 minutes went by without an answer, you questioned again if this date was a good idea. After a few more minutes, your cell phone rang again

-🔥Melissa Schemmenti🔥: "Sorry Chief, a kid put a bean in his nose and it got stuck and we had to go to the nurse, I even thought about calling you to come to the rescue, but I didn't wanted to bother you on your day off... Don't worry about tonight, we'll let things flow, step by step. I promise"-The message calmed you down somehow, and you decided to go through your closet to see what you would be wearing that night.

Later that day, you took your car and drove to pick up your son. As you waited for her class to come out, Melissa came up to you smiling and adjusting her jacket

-"Hey Chief..."-The redhead whispered, lengthening the vowels in a seductive tone

-"Hey Miss Schementti... Where are you taking me tonight?" - You consulted smiling watching as the redhead adjusted the jacket to her body because it was a little cold

-"It's a surprise... One that I hope you like and enjoy... Will you bring your child? He is welcome if you want..."-She whispered a little nervously and embarrassed

"No, he's going to stay at his aunt's house... Do you want me to pick you up tonight?" - You offered, and she nodded, smiling. The truth is that you offered to pick her up because if the date went wrong, you weren't the one who depended on her taking you home.

-"Mama!" - Your little one ran to you and you lifted him up holding him tight to your chest, while Mel couldn't help but watch the way your arms twitched

-"Hola baby" - You spoke and he smiled hiding in your neck-"How did school go?"

-"Good! We are learning cursive! I can write a letter now" - He commented and you laughed tenderly

-"I'm sure you can, son... Let's go home for lunch and then you have to visit your aunt, your abu and your cousins for sleepover" - You commented, and the little guy smiled excitedly-"See you later Schementti..."- You answered with a smile and walked to your car.

After dropping your son off with the family, you got dressed with the casual suit you choose and decided to drive to pick up the redhead.

When you arrived to her address, you got out of your car and knocked on her door gently, almost immediately Mel opened it

-"Wow Chief...Hi, sorry... I never thought you'd look better than wearing your firefighter uniform, but you're amazing right now with that suit..."-She whispered silly looking at you and you laughed

-"Hi Schementti... You look very good too with your dress... I love your leather jackets they hug you body so perfectly" - You commented before you could hold you back-"Ready?" - You murmured and opened the door of the car for her. The redhead smiled and climbed up carefully, letting you close it.

While at first you were very nervous as you had lost the practice of meeting people and dating, on your date with the redhead you felt an instant connection and everything went smoothly, she took you to a nice place with good food and entertaining music. The tables had some board games which you decided to use and have some fun.

While you beat her up by playing uno, the redhead took the opportunity to know and learn more about you

-"So...why do you say you've lost the practice of going out? You are a beautiful and attractive woman, not to mention that you are very hot and brave... I don't think you're short of opportunities where people will ask you out on dates..."-She asked, lifting the 12 cards from the deck that had accumulated with the draw 4

-" It's not that... It's just that since my husband passed away, it was difficult to get my life back on track... I didn't just want to have sex with someone I have no conetion with, aside from the fact that it's hard to do it because I live with my son, and I couldn't find anyone who would catch my eye to have a relationship with... Nobody wants to date you when you have a child like in my case, so it's been two and a half years since I've dated anyone or had sex in that time... You're the first person I've dated since he passed away..."-You muttered a little embarrassed to admit it out loud-" I know it's been a long time since I've had sex, but between work and my son I'm pretty busy and I don't have much time to think about it..."

-"I'm flattered that you chose me to go on your first date after so long..."-she replied and you rolled your eyes

-"Please don't make fun of it... It's embarrassing enough as it is..."-You replied blushing and she smiled as she took your hand on the table

-"I'm not making fun of it, I'm really flattered by it. It means that you did feel a connection with me, like the one I feel with you from the first time I saw you..."-The redhead responded by kissing your hand and you smiled looking into her eyes as you got close to her

-"Thank you Mel..."-You whispered close to her lips laughing and dropped a +4-"UNO, I chose red, I win"-You spoke almost close to her lips and laughed pulling away from her

-"That's cheating! You got me distracted!" - The redhead screamed annoyed because she didn't liked to lose and you laughed

-"Everything is valid in games and love..."-You answered and she rolled her eyes

-"Do you want to go dancing? Before you keep kicking my ass at board games..."-She offered and you nodded still laughing

The rest of the night you talked more and danced together, having a beautiful time together. You were really surprised by the connection you felt with her...

When it got late, you drove to her house to get her to safety, while you let the conversation flow.

When you parked at her door, you got out and opened the car for her and escorted her to her entrance

-"I really had a nice time... Thank you for being patient with me... I was scared, but now I feel really happy..."-You whispered looking into her eyes and she opened the door for you

-"Want to come in for a coffee? I don't want this to end yet..."-she offered and you nodded.

When you entered, while she was making coffee, you took advantage and observed a little bit of her house and the photos on the wall smiling, you liked that Mel was a family woman. Her house was quaint and well-kept, somehow the house suited her.

When the coffee was ready, the two sat down on the couch letting the television gently play in the background

-"And you? How about your dating life? You looked so calm tonight, like you had practice..."-You asked while tasting the amazing coffee, somehow the taste reminded you of your home when you were little, which relaxed you and made you feel happy and calm

-"I was married for a long time... When I broke up it was hard for me to get back in the game, but when I did, I started dating a man, but we didn't have the same goals, so I decided to end that relationship... Then I had casual sex a couple of times..." - She muttered embarrassedly not wanting to admit that it was with someone you knew, she didn't know how you were going to take it

-" I know that, with the captain of the station I was sent to take care of"-You replied and she raised her eyebrows surprised and a little embarrassed-"I know everything that happens at my station, it's not for nothing that I'm the Chief" - You replied and she smiled when she saw that you didn't take it the wrong way

-"Yes, with him... Don't make me embarrassed by making fun of it" - she muttered, hiding her face in her hands and you laughed

-"I won't make fun of it, if I'd gone out with him I'd have a lifetime of remorse just think about it and I think that's enough for you, you don't need me to make fun of it to feel embarrassment" - You joked and she slapped your shoulder laughing. Her hand didn't move away from your arm, but gripped it tighter

-"Wow... You are very strong... Look how firm is your arm..."-She murmured in a seductive tone and you blushed-"Do you think you can lift me up?" - she asked and you nodded-"Can we try?"

-"Sure" - You carefully set your cup down on the table and grabbed her waist, your hands fitting perfectly as if they belonged there and her skin was comfortably warm. Forcefully but without getting up from the couch, you picked up the redhead with ease and sat her on your lap again. Immediately Mel spread her legs, straddling on your lap comfortably, smiling very big

-"Wow, that turn me on in a hundred different ways" - The redhead said without thinking and you laughed looking at her lips

-"You are a gorgeous and funny woman" - You whispered, smiling without taking your hands off her waist, caressing the skin that the blouse had revealed as she stood up a little. Mel's excited smile changed to a softer one and her gaze also turned to your lips, leaning slightly millimeters from your lips. Although you didn't want to admit it, you felt so nervous to do this, you weren't even sure about going on a date on the first place, and now she was sitting on your lap about to kiss you. Was that right? Or was it all going too fast? Even your angels of good and evil must have been frightened, for not a word of your conscience occupied your mind. Without realizing it, you connected your lips to her. A sigh left your mouth when you felt her close, if her skin was soft, her lips were like a clowd, round, soft and filled, perfect

The kiss at first was slow, but after a few seconds it became deep and hard, shaking you and making your heart beat very hard, your hands squeezed her waist tighter as you felt short of breath, making the redhead moan softly

-"Let's go to my room" - She muttered quickly to kiss you again, you nodded and got up from the couch, grabbing the redhead's ass to lift her with you, she immediately wrapped her legs around your waist, gently kissing your neck as you climbed the stairs carrying her.

Her kisses on your neck clouded your senses, even blurred your vision and your breathing ragged. Upon entering the room, you closed the door with your feet and left the redhead on the bed, admiring the sight of her slightly disheveled clothes and tousled hair, her breathing was ragged, and her chest bounced gently with each breath

-"Do you have a strap or you want my fingers?" - The question took the redhead by surprise, but she'd be lying if it didn't make her more excited. With her hands she pointed to her nightstand, which you opened to find a purple dildo in a delicate leather strap.

-"I want everything" - She responded agitated and excited. Smiling, you took it with one hand as you peeled off your pants and kicked them to the ground, with that same hand you opened your shirt but without taking it off. With hands a little shaky with excitement or nerves, you placed the strap on your hips on top of your underwear, it was delicately clean and smelled like raspberry. When you turn, your knees almost buckle when you saw the redhead waiting for you in bed with only her underwear on, with a red bra and panties that matched, kneeling and sitting on her legs, staring at you smiling.

The redhead's gaze swept over your face, your breasts, your abdomen and the way your crotch hid behind the strap on your hips. She had to force herself to close her mouth to avoid drooling.

You delicately rested one of your knees on the bed to reconnect your lips on hers, placing your hand on the nape of the redhead's neck to gently pull her hair making her lie on the bed without taking your lips off hers.

You gently sucked her lip into your mouth, making her moan and taking the opportunity to claim her mouth with your tongue, battling for dominance and winning easily as the redhead was overstimulated just by having you there wearing her strap.

Your kisses slowly moved down from her lips to her jaw, alternating between kisses and gentle bites as you let your leg slip to the redhead's crotch, generating gentle friction and pressure making her moan. Mel took your hair in her hands and pulled it a little, needing a little touch to ground her, especially when you started biting her collarbone and went down to her breasts biting the part that the bra showed. She inadvertently began to move her hips against your leg, desperately looking for more friction, but a frustrated moan left her lips as you firmly grasped her hip, letting her press on your leg but not rub against it.

When you began to feel her wetness on your leg, you quickly stripped off what little underwear she had left on her body, admiring for a second her complete nakedness. You smiled and kissed her forehead and then her lips again going slowly down.

Your lips found her nipple sucking hard as your life depended on it, alternating between gentle, delicate sucks to firm licks with a few bites.

When you finished giving both breasts their attention, you kissed her deeply again as you replaced your leg with your hip, letting the dildo rub against her crotch, which was already very wet and slippery, but not entering her yet.

Your hand went down to her crotch to check if it was really wet enough to go in, when you felt her swollen and wet cliroris on the top of your fingers, you moaned on her lips at such perfection. You gently began stroking it with your index finger as you guided the strap to her entrance, enjoying every moan and sigh that the redhead let out into your mouth.

When you were well positioned and sure you wouldn't hurt her, you pushed in slowly, pulling away from her lips to watch as her body slowly hugged and took every inch you offered her. Your gaze wandered for a second to watch as the redhead squeezed the sheets with one of her hands while with the other she desperately squeezed and pinched her breasts, letting out a couple of profanities with your name included in a few of them.

When the strap went all the way in and your hip connected with hers, it was your turn to let out insults, that woman was a wish come true with how beautiful and sexy she looked open like that.

Gently you placed yourself back on top of her, kissing her vigorously as you slowly pulled the strap back as your finger gently twirled over her cliroris. You tried to stay calm and slow down for a few minutes, but when the redhead started to shake and breath heavily and the sounds of how wet she was reached your ears, you couldn't hold back for much longer.

Both of your hands went to her hip and you started to go faster, with short but deep thrusts. Watching how her breasts bounce, her hair brushed against the pillow and tousled it and her mouth was slightly open trying to breathe with each thrust you gave it.

One of your hands grabbed the woman's leg and you placed it on your shoulder, giving you a new angle and more strength to lunge. For her age, it was surprisingly flexible, allowing you to bend down a bit to get to kiss her shoulder.

Mel pressed down on your back with her leg, digging her heel into your back and pulling you deeper into her.

You started kissing her thigh which was close to your face and giving her gentle bites and marks.

Mel began to breathe more heavily, and to move her hips erratically and desperately, moaning almost like a pornographic movie. Your thrusts became desperate as well when you saw that she was close, squeezing her hips with one of your hands, taking advantage of hearing the slapping sound every time your skin collided with hers and the wet sound of her juices coating the toy and your legs.

In a matter of seconds, as your fingers gently pinched the redhead's clit, Mel's body began to shake uncontrollably as one of the strongest orgasms of her life took over her entire body, from the tips of her toes to her head, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning and every millimeter of her body was charged with electricity.

For a few seconds, the redhead contracted so hard that she caught the dildo inside her and your hips collided with her so hard that, you didn't know if it was because you hadn't been with someone for years or because just looking at the redhead naked was enough to reach your breaking point, but a surprising and strong orgasm came in your body too, feeling your juices dripping down your legs and leaving you exhausted and lost for a few seconds.

When the redhead's walls relaxed, you removed the toy from her, detaching it from your body and throwing it on the floor. Agitated, you lay down next to her and grabbed her waist, pulling her to you and hugging her against your body protectively.

-"That was..."-It was the only thing the redhead managed to formulate between her agitated breathing

-"Amazing" - You whispered, kissing her forehead. Before either of you could say more, a sleppy blanket took you both by surprise, making you sleep in each other's arms .

The next morning, the redhead woke up with pain all over her body but happiness covering all her thoughts. But when she turned in bed and saw no sign of your presence there or in the house, a feeling of sadness took her by surprise, a feeling that grew when she texted you over the next few days and you didn't answer, see her or call her again.

You disappeared completely, you didn't even pick up your son from school and you always sent someone else for him to avoid seeing her and the redhead didn't understand why. She thought everything had gone well, even perfect, but apparently she was wrong.

[juniperdugong]

Sugar Fiend

Pairing: Fem!reader x Denki (established relationship) Genre: Fluff CW: Swearing WC: 644

Day 3 of To Halloween with Love Event

A/N: First MHA fic and it's a drabble about this dork lmao

"Babe!" You called out.

...

"Babe!" You yelled out once again. Maybe he didn't hear you? You were currently digging through your closet and his friends are over tonight... Yeah, he probably didn't hear you if he's too busy playing games or catching up with them.

Getting out of the closet you see that the door's been closed the whole time - Denki must've closed it when he let them in. Opening it you're met with distant chatter and movement from everyone in the living room, "Babe! Denki! Come here!"

Immediately the pitter patter of feet come bumbling your way, "Waffup, my wove?" (Wassup, my love?) His face was stuffed with something that you didn't care to think about as a more pressing question was on your mind.

He leaned against the doorway, looking at you expectantly as he vigorously chewed and watched as you scrambled back into the closet. "I- I swear I left it in here... Have you-"

"Have I what?" He comes up behind you as you dig through the piles of clothes that you've scattered across the floor. "Woah, what's going on? We cleaning our closet out? Thought we didn't do that till spring..."

"No- I- Have you seen the bags of candy I put in here? I tried to hide them from Buzz (your dog) but maybe I put it in the other closet?"

...

You turn around as you're met with silence - Denki was never silent. Your stare bores holes into him as he blushes red like a tomato. You know your boyfriend well enough by now to know that silence was basically a confession in and of itself.

"Den-"

"Nope! Hahaha! I don't- Hmm..." His acting is hilariously bad as he scratches his chin and pretends to think. "I don't think I've seen any candy babe. You sure you bought it-"

"Denki Kaminari."

"Yep. Yes ma'am. Right away ma'am." He stiffens at your tone and does as he always does when he knows he's done something wrong, try to make it up to you - aka he's going to get more goddamn candy if it pleases his lady. "So stupid of me, really. Sheesh, how could I-"

"Denki... seriously." You roll your eyes with a small chuckle at how dumb this man gets for you.

"Yes, my queen!"

"Denki!" You flush as he yells as loud as fucking siren - running to shut the door your face turns hot. Oh god, what if everyone heard that? You're stopped as Kaminari swoops in to block you, deftly sliding his foot in between and in turn wincing as it gets squished.

He gives you puppy dog eyes as you attempt to kick him away and push him out of the doorway, "I love you so much, y/n..." It's so stupid how lovesick he looks as he's getting punched and trampled by you.

"You're so dumb!" Flushed completely red at this point you see Denki smile before using his actual strength to push the door open just enough to catch you in a small kiss.

"Guys! C'mon! Clean up those wrappers! We have to go get more candy!" Finally, he lets you slam the door closed as he yells to his friends. Of course, they ate it all...

"Why're we getting more? We just had like a ton..." You hear the muffled voice of Kirishima and the others as they walk past.

"It wasn't for us. Now we have to get some more for the actual kids." He's leaning his back against the door as they all pass by. The front door beeps as it opens and you press your ear up to the door to make sure you're in the clear.

*knock knock knock* "Love you." You can practically hear the smirk on his lips.

"Just-" You sigh as your heart calms down. "Don't get too much candy, dumbass."

A/N: First MHA fic and it's a cutesy Denki fic lmao, honestly, I thought it'd be Dabi or Shiguraki lmao, love getting into a fandom when the source has already ended. If this gets some good numbers I'll do more MHA and start a taglist. Also doing a double upload for this event tonight bc I didn't have time yesterday ;-;

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[beautifulfuckup99]

How about an insecure reader who thinks she is unworthy of love and keeps pushing JK away and wants to keep it just friends but he doesnt care and snaps one night showing her how much he wants her 🤭😉

Awe! So cute! Got you right now! Lol

Title: I can handle it

Warning(s): Talks of body weight, Insecure!Y/N, Face-S!tting, Dom!Jungkook, D!rty Talk, Spank!ng, Some Hair Pull!ng, Curs!ng, and some well-earned fluff!

Author's Note: So this will follow a curvy and/or plus sized Y/N because as a fellow 'big girl', I know we deserve some damn good smut too! Hope you enjoy! Oh! And this will be and "Idol!AU"...

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Monday:

"Jungkook, stop!" You snap, finally fed up with today as you move out of his arms. "I'm not going." You declare as you walk back into your closet to change out of the dress. Tonight was nerve-wracking. Management had given Jungkook the green light to make a public outing with you in order to confirm that he was in fact in a relationship.

This would be your first introduction to ARMY, this giant mass of unstoppable force, that could make or break you and your relationship. And you were panicking.

"Y/N, what was wrong with that one?" Jungkook asks in the same calm and soft tone as he always had with you.

But how long would that last?

How long would he put up with you before realizing he could have literally anyone else? Famous or not.

You were spiraling now.

Just fucking great!

"I looked like a fucking pumpkin!" You say with an eyeroll. "Tell the guys I'm sorry, go out with them on your own. We'll do this reveal another time." You state and Jungkook frowns, walking into your closet to actually face you.

"First off..." He says, eyebrows knitted together in slight frustration. He would never let that out in his tone though. "Orange is a great color on you. And secondly, we can't keep putting this off..." He says as you rummage through your rack of clothes to try and find something. Nothing looked good enough.

"Baby, could you please just leave? I wanna change." You say, never a fan of changing in front of him. He rolls his eyes at that.

"Y/N, we've literally had sex before, yet I can never see you naked? It makes no sense." He sighs and you turn to him.

"Out, Jungkook. Now!" You order as you fuss at him. He sighs heavily before just giving in and leaving. There was always tomorrow...

Tuesday:

"Mm... Something smells good..." Jungkook says pleasantly as he wraps his arms around you from behind. You sigh deeply and move from his arms, not liking the feeling of his hands so close to your stomach.

"It's nothing special." You say casually and Jungkook frowns a bit at that and sighs softly before letting it go. He did that a lot when dealing with you. But you were worth that. Even if you never saw it that way...

"Oh? Nothing special, my ass. It smells like Samgyeopsal!" He laughs softly and it almost melts your icy demeanor. Keyword: almost.

"Wait till it's done, to see." You mutter and he laughs more.

"No. Let me see!" He says as he tries reaching over you to uncover the pan.

"Kookie, no! Let it be a surprise!" You laugh as you move in the way so he can't uncover the pan.

"Let me see!" He laughs as he starts to play fight with you.

"No! Go away, wait till dinner!" You fuss and gasp as you feel Jungkook wrap his arms around you and you feel him begin to lift you.

"No! Jungkook, put me down!" You practically shriek in panic. He's quick to put you down and you push him away. "Don't do that! You'll hurt yourself!" You say as you back away, feeling panicked. Hiding your body with baggy clothes was one thing, but having him always trying to grab you and hold you? God, it was like he'd find out, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was dating a plus-size woman. And you didn't want that.

"Y/N, calm down. I was joking. Plus, I lift more than that at the gym-" You cut him off.

"I don't care! Don't do that again!" You say and huff before storming away, leaving your boyfriend upset and hurt in the kitchen.

Wednesday:

"What are you looking at?" You scrunch your nose as Jungkook gets comfy on the end of your bed, watching you as you read your chapter for the night.

"Just... Watching my beautiful, smart girlfriend read." He chuckles softly and you shift at that.

"Don't be weird." You mutter as you go back to reading.

You had this theory going. See, if you let yourself fall for Jungkook and all his sweet words, you'll only feel stupid when he finally comes to his senses and leaves you. So, acting cold and nonchalant? At least you could act like you don't care when he breaks up with you. And what's better is he'll never get the satisfaction of knowing he hurt you! It was the perfect plan!

"Why do you do that? Just take the compliment..." He sighs and you look up from your book at face him and breathe deeply. You knew you didn't have much time with him left. He only had this week off, hence why he wanted to come out publicly with you this week...

"No." You say finally and shut your book. He sighs and moves closer to you, gently touching your thigh and you grab his hand. "Night, Jungkook." You say simply and he sighs.

Thursday:

"Hey, baby. Good work out today?" You ask gently as Jungkook comes bouncing into your apartment.

"Yeah! It was great. You should come with me next time to-" You cut him off.

"I like working out alone." You state fast. Last thing you wanted was for your, very toned, boyfriend to watch you run on a treadmill for an entire hour.

"Well, I just thought-" You cut him off again.

"I like my privacy." You say and walk past him to go to your room.

"Y/N... Come on, I... I just think It'll be cool for you to watch me!" He tries as you shut the bedroom door. He groans and rubs his still sweaty face. He sighs and shakes his head. "Ok. I'll cook dinner tonight?" He calls with no response. "Ok. Got it..." He mutters and shakes his head.

Friday:

"Oh! Here." Jungkook says as he tries pouring more noodles into your bowl and you're fast to pull it away.

"No! I'm good." You assure fast as you shake your head.

"But you only had a little bit." He argues gently as he tries again.

"No, Jungkook. It's not like I need the extra food." You snort, trying to make light of your appearance. He frowns.

"What does that mean? Food is food." He says and you hum at that. "Y/N, I don't like when you-" You cut him off.

"Tell the truth?" You raise an eyebrow. "Jungkook, you look fucking amazing. That's a given." You state. "I don't, and that's just as obvious." You shrug.

"Y/N!" He says just as offended as he'd be if you were to make fun of him. "What's been going on with you this week? Ever since I brought up going public with you, you've been-" You cut him off again.

"A bitch?" You ask. You couldn't explain the attitude change. Maybe a part of you was hoping to tire Jungkook out enough for him to leave you? Maybe you were hoping to spend this whole week picking fights with him so you wouldn't have to go public with him? And then he'd go back to Korea and you two could go back to skype calls and long text messages instead.

"No! Y/N, stop." He says, shaking his head. "You're fucking perfect the way you are. I love you. Stop acting so... Cold." He says and you watch him closely and feel your heart clench at the fear of letting yourself believe him. You couldn't.

"I'm gonna go wash dishes." You state and get up, walking off.

Saturday:

"No. No this is all wrong." You sigh as you eye yourself in the mirror.

"I think you look sexy." Jungkook smirks as he comes around to grab you from behind as your eyes stay glued to your stomach area that you could see through the tight black dress you had on.

"No. You can see... Everything. And it's so... tight." You pout a bit as you feel the cool metal of Jungkook's lip ring trail along your neck.

"So? We're going out to a bar. You look good." He encourages as he trails his lips towards your pulse point.

You feel the anxiety building up as you think about tonight. Going public, what that means for you both. The 'what if's pile on as you stand there.

What if he gets bored of you?

What if you guys don't last?

What if you get hurt?

What if it becomes clear to everyone that he can do so much better?

You couldn't do this...

You liked your relationship over the phone. Where it was safe. Where he was where he was, and you were where you were. Where he only saw what you wanted him to see. Where you could hide from him. It's always easier to love from afar. You get to use your imagination for the rest and fantasy is always better than reality.

You were spiraling again...

Just fucking great.

"No. I'm not doing this. I can't." You say finally and pull away. "I look horrible, I'm not going out like this." You state as you try moving away from Jungkook, only to be yanked back.

"Y/N, enough." He says and you move away from him.

"No! 'Enough' yourself! I'm not going!" You huff and turn to go to the closet. "My fat ass is sitting hom-" You're finally cut off by Jungkook.

"Stop talking about yourself like that, god damnit!" He finally snaps and you pause, never hearing that tone from him before.

"I am sick of you acting like this. You're so fucking sexy, and you wanna walk around like you're not? You're driving me fucking crazy. Come here." He orders as he pulls you right against him.

"Jungkook-" He cuts you off again.

"I don't wanna hear you anymore." He orders. "Do I make myself clear?" He asks firmly as he grabs your neck to make you look up at him. You feel your face heat up and you can only nod. You feel his strong arms wrap firmly around your waist before he lifts you up. You want to stop him, you want to warn him about your weight, but you can't speak as he takes you to the bed and tosses you back on the bed.

He grips your thighs. "So fucking sexy. I love your thighs and ass." He pants and turns you on to your stomach fast. You're stunned by the strength. "And all you wanna do is talk shit about the body I love..." He growls and smacks your ass cheek, groaning. "Fuck, I love watching it jiggle." He groans and you moan at the sting.

You feel your dress bunch up at your waist and look back at him as best as you can as he smacks your ass again. "Fuck, baby..." He whispers and grabs your hand, pulling it to his crutch.

"You feel how hard you get me? Hm? And you still think you're not perfect? Please." He scoffs as you shiver at the feel of his bulge under your hand. You can't help but open your legs more in anticipation.

He moves away from you and lays back on the bed. "Come here." He orders and you open your mouth, but he grabs your face. "Did I fucking say talk? Hm?" He whispers as he shakes your head for you as you moan out a soft 'no', loving how he controlled your body.

"No. I didn't. Shut the fuck up. And get on my fucking face." He orders and your eyes widen, but you move on top of him, mindful of your weight still.

You hover over his face, and he grips your hips. "I said sit." He whispers.

"Jungkook, I don't wanna-" He cuts you off.

"Why do you think I work out every day? Hm? I can handle you, Y/N. I want you smothering me." He orders and you blush hard.

"Jungkook... I... J-Just... Tap out if it gets too much..." You whisper and he snorts at that.

"I'm a man, Y/N. Tapping out is for wusses." He states.

"You say that till you pass out." You mutter, trying to joke too. He looks you right in the eyes.

"It'll be the best way to go. Now sit." He orders and you bite your lip, but slowly lower yourself on to his face more.

"Watch yourself. In the mirror. Watch how sexy you are..." He whispers against your underwear covered pussy. You nod and slowly look up at the mirror as you feel his mouth move between your pussy lips. You gasp softly and run your fingers through his hair as he teases your clit through your underwear and leaves bite marks along your inner thighs.

Soon, your underwear is pushed to the side as he focuses on sucking and licking your clit. You try and keep your eyes open, but you're a moaning mess as you feel him work his tongue deeper between your folds.

"Ah... Ah... Oh, baby!" You moan and feel his tongue wiggle towards your entrance, slowly sliding into you. His arms wrap around your thighs, and he pulls you harder against him. You can feel his nose on your clit and his tongue moving deeper inside of you, and it's as if he's smothering himself in your pussy.

Looking in the mirror by your bed, you can see your hair a mess, your dress bunched up around your waist, and Jungkook's hand undoing his belt as he lays under you.

You groan at the sight of him using one hand to pull out his cock that's already hard. He strokes it as he focuses on eating you out.

"Oh, baby!" You practically purr, never feeling so... desired before.

He moans deeply into your pussy, and you can't help but rock your hips against his face, gripping his hair more tightly. "So good! It's so good! Baby!" You moan as your head rolls back a bit. You can't lift yourself up from his face even if you wanted to. His tatted and solid arm was still wrapped tightly around your thigh to hold you on his face like an oxygen mask. Oh, the irony...

"I'm gonna cum!" You moan out loudly, unable to stop yourself. God, you loved feeling manhandled like this.

Hearing your moans and cries, Jungkook grips your hips with both hands, moving you more so you're riding his tongue and grinding against his nose, making a mess on his face. "Oh... My god, yes..." You whine as you feel it building effortlessly. You needed this release. And all at once, it hits you.

"Jungkook!" You call out as you cum hard on his face. He doesn't stop though. You squeak at the constant rubbing on your now sensitive clit and fall back on to the bed to lessen the pressure on your bundle of nerves, but Jungkook doesn't let go of your hips, and instead moves to lay on his stomach, still eating you out.

"Oh my god! Baby! T-Too... Too much!" You pant as your back aches at the aftershock.

"Mm... so fucking sweet..." He mumbles against your clit between heavy pants, your juices covering his face like a freakin face mask. It makes you blush as he kisses up your body. "Get on your stomach. Face the mirror." He orders.

"I get it, you like my body-" He cuts you off.

"Too late for that. I want it drilled into you." He says and forces you into that position.

You blush hard and try covering your face, but he's quick to smack your ass hard. "Look. Look at how pretty you get when I slide in." He pants in your ear, and you shiver and look in the mirror.

You gasp shakily as you feel him start to slide in. "Atta girl. Stay just like that..." He praises breathlessly and reaches around to hold your neck as he fucks you slow and deep. His hand moves to your chin and pulls your head back so you can look up at him.

"You like to overthink? Hm?" He whispers and you blush but nod, admitting to being so trapped in your own mind. "It's ok, baby. I'll just fuck your brains out." He assures quietly against your forehead in an innocent and comforting tone before he kisses your forehead.

You can't help but hum excitedly and feel his thick cock slide out of you slowly. He moans lowly as your walls clench around him. "Fuck, baby. Don't wanna let me go?" He taunts and you giggle breathlessly.

"Fuck no. You feel too good..." You shiver and he smacks your ass.

"Yeah? Beg." He whispers and you moan softly as he slowly slides back into you.

"Please. Please, I-I don't wanna think more. Fuck me. Fuck me, please, bab-" You're cut off by him grabbing your hair hard and making you look at the mirror.

"Look at you. You see how fucking pretty you are? Hm? Did I get it through your thick fucking skull yet?" He whispers in your ear before slamming into you deeply, which makes you scream out in pleasure.

"Yes! Yes! Yes, baby. Yes!" You call out as he starts fucking you roughly.

"Say sorry for being so mean." He growls in your ear as he pounds you relentlessly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, baby..." You whine, eyes rolling back as he starts hitting your spot. "Right! There! Oh my god!" You scream out as he keeps going, no desire to stop just yet, smirking at how he had turned you into a moaning mess.

"Fuck me back, baby. Let me watch that ass jiggle." He orders as he grabs your waist to pull your ass up. You shiver and start to fuck yourself on his thick cock as he smacks your now red ass cheek.

"Fuck yes. Bounce that ass on me, baby." He groans as you watch through the mirror as he watches your body in awe. He really did love you...

You feel your heart skip a beat. He did find you attractive. He did want you. And you had him wrapped around your finger with such ease. You'd spent all this time treating him wrong, to what cost? He was still here. He still wanted you. Who were you to get in his way?

"Kiss me." You shiver and he does just that, kissing you sloppily as your bodies move freely...

Sunday:

"Congratulations, you two! Beautiful couple, really." The paparazzi calls out as he snaps more photos of you as you hold Jungkook's hand tighter while being led out of the coffee shop you'd just finished having brunch at. You both smile sheepishly at the attention and say nothing, deciding that a statement wasn't needed...

You get in the back of the car first so Jungkook would have some time with his fans, to wave at them and such. You see different girls screaming to him about how much they love him and for a second you feel a tug to your heart. An ugly 'what if' trying to rear its ugly head. But instead, you just watch the man who had made love to you all night long last night and feel your breath return to normal.

You had nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing to worry about. Because you had a man who could handle all of you just fine.

And you could handle him too...

[forge7menot]

In The Air (Tonight)

Summary: Between MySpace selfies, messy rooms, nights filled with neon lights and thumping music, things get intense. In a blur of dancing, charged glances and a kiss that changes everything, you realize this night might be unforgettable.

Pairings: Patrick x Reader, Tashi x Reader, Tashi x Art

Word count: 2.7k

Content warnings: Alcohol use, suggestive content

Notes: Hi everyone! This is my first time writing a ff but I love Challengers with all my heart so I thought I'd give it a try. English is not my first language so if there are any mistakes don't pay too much attention to them!! Also, I despise the use of “Y/N”, that's why I tried to make it as neutral as I could.

Summer 2006, New York: 10:45 PM

Your room was a mess. Not only were there piles of dresses, colorful crop tops and jeans scattered across the floor like confetti, but you still couldn’t decide what to wear. And it was getting pretty late —at least, too late for your liking一 as the faint sound of “SOS” by Rihanna drifting from nearby bars hinted at the start of another sleepless Saturday night.

“Where’s the mascara?”

“Right in there,” you said, pointing at your makeup bag while your head was still buried deep in your closet. This bra isn't even mine, you thought, picking it up before tossing it on the ground. Tashi was too busy curling her eyelashes to hear the cellphone that had been buzzing for the past five minutes.

"Tash, could you please get it?" you grabbed a pair of low-rise, medium-wash bootcut jeans and looked at them with a satisfied grin before sneaking your legs in them as Tashi’s manicured nail pressed the green button to accept the call.

"We're still not ready," you heard her say and Art groaned on the other end.

"Are you serious? You said that an hour ago!"

"I am, unfortunately. I'll text you when we're finished.” Tashi ended the call before he could say a word.

She's been your closest friend since middle school. It was around that time that she started to invite you to watch her tennis matches on Sunday afternoons, just to hang out later. You've been incredibly supportive of her love for tennis ever since.

She even tried to teach you how to play, which led to you spraining your ankle once—after that, she didn't push you to try again.

However, you were always there at her matches: front rows, holding a big sign with her name on it, rooting for her.

That's also how you met Patrick and Art, Fire and Ice: the two of them were also tennis players, which is why they already knew Tashi very well. The four of you quickly became close after your first encounter at a party, which ended with smoking cigarettes by the beach and engaging in random conversations.

It was quite obvious that Art, the blond one, had a thing for her from the first night you all spent together. You still remember how he was staring at her in awe as she explained to Patrick, the brunet one, how “you can actually build something out of ice while fire just tends to burn shit down”—it was obviously an innuendo to his technique. Art could hardly hide his grin as she tore into it, watching her like he’d just discovered something rare. You wondered if she noticed—or if she was just used to his attention by now.

As for you, you weren’t really looking for a relationship and you’d come to peace with the fact that being single was probably the chillest you’d ever been. At the same time, you couldn’t deny that Patrick was a really cool guy—not just for his confidence and personality, but because he was fucking hot. Sure, he was flirtier with you than with most people and maybe that got under your skin a little. But you often asked yourself if it was real interest or just his way of being; you hadn’t quite decided yet.

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The clock on the dresser blinked 11:10 PM, the glowing digits reminding you both that Art and Patrick were probably rolling their eyes somewhere across town. They’d waited this long, but you knew they’d wait a little longer.

Tashi was finally dressed, wearing a dark blue one-shoulder mini dress and a wide black belt with a large buckle that you’d gladly lent her. She was already pretty tall, but that didn’t stop her from slipping on the black peep-toe heels you two had bought together just a few hours ago. “One thing I like about my height is that ugly short boys can’t even try with me. I can’t hear them at all!” she’d joked in the shoe aisle.

As she carefully helped you curl your hair, you slipped on a white vest-style top with a V-neck. “Do you think I should add a necklace or something?” you asked, gesturing to the empty space just above your collarbones.

“How about that black beaded necklace with the heart pendant your grandma got you for your birthday?” she suggested, turning off the curling iron. “It contrasts perfectly with white.”

“You’re a genius!”

You fastened the necklace, running a finger over the heart pendant, feeling a hint of comfort.

There was just one last thing left to do before leaving the house: post a photo of Tashi and you on MySpace - where, of course, she was placed first in your TOP 8 and you were placed first in hers.

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The two boys had been leaning against the stone ledge outside the club for a solid twenty minutes, watching people trickle in. Art had insisted on getting there early—“in case there’s a line.”

Patrick had rolled his eyes at the time, knowing you and Tashi weren’t even close to ready yet. They’d both checked their phones multiple times, refreshing messages and waiting for a sign. Then, Patrick’s phone buzzed.

He glanced down and let out a low laugh, nudging Art with his elbow. “Look at this,” he said, tilting the screen toward him: a freshly uploaded photo on Tashi’s MySpace page, clearly taken in your room. The two of you were posing in front of a mirror flashing playful peace signs with the caption “NYC nightlife, here we come!”

Art squinted at the screen, his smile widening. “Well, at least we know they’re coming,” he said with a chuckle. “Though judging by that post, they’re not exactly in a rush.”

Patrick shook his head, amused. He put his phone back in his pocket, feigning indifference but sneaking glances at the entrance.

Another ten minutes passed, during which Art fiddled with his phone, checking Tashi’s page and refreshing it as if a new post might appear any second.

Patrick caught him doing it and snickered. “Dude, you’re practically stalking her page. Can you look any more desperate?”

Art shrugged, unfazed. “It’s called keeping informed, man.”

Just then, his phone buzzed again—a new notification. But this time, it was a message from Tashi: “Almost there. Keep your shirts on, boys. ;-)”

Finally, Art spotted you and Tashi across the street, walking toward the club entrance, laughing and leaning on each other as you navigated the crowded sidewalk.

He elbowed Patrick, who looked up just in time to see you both smiling, looking effortlessly glamorous under the city lights.

“There they are,” Art said, relief mixed with excitement in his voice.

Patrick’s exasperation faded, replaced by a grin. “About time,” he muttered, though there was no real annoyance in his tone.

As the both of you got closer to them Tashi smirked, flipping her long brown hair over one shoulder with a dramatic flair.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, boys,” she said with mock sincerity. “Had to make sure the MySpace crowd knew we were out tonight.”

Patrick raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “Oh, trust me, we saw. Next time, maybe just send us a smoke signal instead.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you shot back with a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying the whole situation.

Tashi turned to Art, who was still smiling as he took her in. “You think we look worth the wait?”

Art nodded, a bit too enthusiastically. “Absolutely. I mean, you posted a teaser and everything—how could we not stick around?”

As the two of them were already flirting, you turned your face towards Patrick.

“Hello, sweetness,” he greeted, slipping an arm around your shoulders with a familiarity that felt both bold and strangely comforting. He always called you that—sweetness—ever since you’d mentioned your obsession with the song “Bigmouth Strikes Again” by The Smiths. You weren’t sure if he was teasing you or if he actually liked the nickname, but you didn’t mind it, even if you’d never admit that out loud.

“I hope you still would not like to smash every tooth in my head,” he continued, his grin widening as he quoted the song. His gaze lingered on you, mischievous and a little too pleased with himself.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. “I’m not that violent, you know. I’m more of a pacifist.”

Patrick chuckled, giving your shoulder a little squeeze as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. “Oh yeah? I don’t know. I think you’ve got a bit of a fire in you. A little spark.”

You raised an eyebrow, playing along. “A spark, huh? Guess I’m playing for your team then,” you hinted at the nickname people would always give to him on the tennis court.

“That’s the best decision you could ever make,” he shot back, flashing you a grin that was just this side of cocky. His hand lingered on your shoulder for a moment longer before he finally let it drop, but not before brushing his fingers lightly down your arm. It was a subtle touch, but enough to send a small, pleasant shiver down your spine.

As the four of you finally stepped into the club, you were hit by a wall of sound, the bass vibrating through the floor and up into your bones. The music was loud—really loud—the kind of beat that left no room for conversation, only dancing and shouted exchanges.

Strobe lights and neon beams cut through the darkness, casting fleeting shades of blue, purple and red across the crowd, turning everyone into silhouettes and glimmers. The air was thick with the scent of spilled cocktails (that’s what almost made you gag), mingling with a faint haze of cigarette smoke and the sharp tang of cologne and perfume. People were laughing, shouting, swaying in sync, some raising their arms in time with the music.

On one side there was a raised platform where a few braver dancers were showing off their moves, illuminated by a set of blinding white lights that flickered on and off. On the opposite end, a long bar stretched out under soft, glowing light, bartenders moving swiftly as they mixed colorful cocktails, sliding them to customers.

You felt Patrick’s hand on your back, guiding you gently through the crowd as Tashi and Art led the way, squeezing past groups of people until you found a good spot by the bar.

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You didn’t even know what time it was as you sipped on your Cosmopolitan, comfortably nestled into the soft cushions of the booth, when suddenly you felt Tashi’s hand on your shoulder.

“Everything alright?” she asked, sliding in next to you, nearly out of breath as she tried to recover from the last half hour of nonstop dancing: her cheeks were flushed and you could tell she was enjoying the break just as much as you were.

“Yeah, absolutely. This drink is bomb,” you said, pointing at your glass before downing the last sip. “So, what did I miss while I was out here living my best life?” you asked, giving her a playful look.

“Patrick and Art are still out there trying to one-up each other’s dance moves. It’s… something else. You’re missing quite the show.”

As the two of you were talking, a girl dressed in a bold, sparkly top and a low ponytail approached your booth, her arms loaded with a tangle of neon bracelets. She flashed a wide grin as she held them out.

"Hey, ladies! Care for a little light?" she offered, her voice barely cutting through the music.

Tashi’s face lit up as she leaned forward, picking out a few.

“Oh, these are perfect! Thank you!” She slipped a neon pink one onto her wrist, watching it glow under the lights. You took a couple yourself—a bright blue and green.

“Y’all look amazing, by the way!” the girl shouted with a wink before slipping back into the crowd, leaving you both with your new accessories.

Tashi tilted her wrist, admiring the soft glow. “Okay, this is exactly what I needed to get back out there.” She shot you a playful look, her neon-pink bracelet gleaming as she offered you a hand. “Coming with me?”

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The thump of the bass vibrated through the soles of your heels as you and Tashi weaved your way through the crowd.

You found the two boys near the center of the floor, bouncing with the beat of the music.

The brunet spotted you and Tashi first, his eyes lighting up when he saw the bracelets glowing on your wrists. He flashed you a knowing grin and moved fluidly through the crowd towards you. Art followed his lead and came over too.

“Didn’t think you’d make it out here,” Patrick said with a sly grin, his voice cutting through the bass of the song.

Tashi turned to Art and gave him a wink.

“We couldn’t resist, could we?” she laughed as Art pulled her into the rhythm of the music, his hands gently guiding her into the groove.

You stood next to Patrick, feeling his energy just as strongly as he could feel yours and for a moment the connection was undeniable. The way his body moved with the music was drawing you in: he extended a hand towards you, his fingers brushing against your wrist as he gestured for you to join him.

“Don’t be shy,” he said, a teasing smile curling at the corners of his mouth. Without hesitation you placed your hand in his, allowing him to pull you deeper into the rhythm of the dance.

Patrick was a master of subtlety—his touch, his movements, everything about him felt so deliberate. The music wrapped around you and, for a moment, there was no one else in the room but the two of you.

As you spun into the next move, Patrick’s hand landed on your lower back, the contact warm and possessive as he gently guided you.

In response, you placed your palms on his clothed shoulders. The alcohol in your system gradually made you bolder than usual.

The proximity was intoxicating.

His gaze never wavered from you, his lips curving into that playful, knowing smile. When he leaned in closer the tension was thick and almost overwhelming.

“You’re a natural,” he whispered, his hand now resting at your side, fingertips grazing the skin of your hip. You couldn’t help but shiver at the contact.

“Probably because I’ve got such a good teacher,” you teased him.

Whatever was happening felt more than just a casual connection: the closeness, the unspoken tension, the way you moved together—it all felt too real to ignore.

The air between you felt charged, each beat of the music syncing your heartbeats closer together.

As the song transitioned into something slower, the change in tempo didn’t break the tension—it only amplified it. His breath was warm against your cheek and his lips hovered just near your ear. Your heartbeat was so loud, you thought it might drown out his voice.

“You feel that?” Patrick’s breath was warm against your ear, the words almost like a challenge. You swallowed hard. The music still pounded, but it felt like it was coming from miles away.

“Feel what?” you asked, trying to hold onto control but knowing you were losing it.

For a moment, neither of you moved, your gazes locked. You wanted to say something, anything to break the tension, but the words caught in your throat.

Patrick’s lips were so close to yours at that moment.

Your breath hitched as both his hands found the softness and warmth of your cheeks, holding the flesh.

You tilted your head, just enough to close the gap and in a move that felt almost inevitable. His lips brushed yours—soft at first, like a question. You feel that?

When you didn’t pull away, he deepened the kiss, one of his hands moving to your neck.

In that moment, everything else ceased to exist: the world outside of the dancefloor—the crowd, the flashing lights, the music—faded away.

The kiss was heady, slow, a direct answer to the question that had been hanging in the air between you two.

When you finally broke away, breathless, your forehead rested against his, both of you struggling to regain some semblance of control.

Needless to say, that night you didn’t fall asleep alone. And you certainly didn’t fall asleep in your bed.

[clubdionysus]

[BAD DECISION #37] Faking It

warnings: pleased be seated for THE JANITORS CLOSET hehe, and iconic chapter in the bd universe. seokjin! pregnancy scares! tittie worship, thigh riding, semi-public, a lil self-pleasure, multiple orgasms, kissing <33, cum in panties??, idk, one of my fave bd smut scenes and they don't even shag! there's a lot of plot in there. all the fave characters!! and the biggest villains!!

a/n: i figured out the wrong headers!! this header was actually the og 36 header and the og 37 header is what I used for 36 lol

also also also i knew i said there would be more updates tonight buuuut I finished write #60 today so I'm editing that instead hehe. there's a direct reference to something said in this chapter in #60!

wc: 18k

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

In the quiet bustle of Jeongguk's favourite downtown cafe, Yoongi frowns.

"Are you even listening to me, Gguk?"

On the table sits a half-drunk coffee, the bitter taste a little too much for Jeongguk at this time in the morning. Notebooks open, pens scattered on the driftwood table, Jeongguk has spent the morning earnestly scrawling down revisions to his business plan.

The centrepiece of the table - a single white rose in a thin vase has been put on an empty seat. Just would have been in the way.

Also kind of made Jeongguk's blood boil, but he knows he shouldn't be irrationally angry at a fucking flower. A nice one at that. An expensive one.

Just like Seokjin had made sure to remind you on his calling card.

Happy Birthday, Darling. Exquisite roses for an exquisite girl. You can pretend they're from your new guy if you like - I'm sure he agrees you deserve the best that money can buy. All my love x

Stupid prick hadn't signed his name, but he has set a precedent. There's only one person who'd send you white roses. Not just a dozen. Not two dozen. Three fucking dozen. Thirty-six.

36 identical, soulless roses destined to die within a week or so, already embarking on their demise.

Danbi had snorted. "What's that? A rose for each time he cheated?"

You had smiled. Shook your head. "Think four dozen would be needed for that."

Jeongguk had been with you when you'd redistributed the roses to your CU ajumma aunties, and had to deal with their scrutinising eyes. Had smiled, and played nicely, even when they called Seokjin the 'handsome one'. As much as he might hate that tall mother fucker, he's got a pair of eyes. Knows he's a bloody god.

And so Jeongguk had moved the rose on his table out of sight before he even realised that he would need to.

The display of his iPad, which is still covered in your small fingerprints from lazy days wasted in his bedroom, has dimmed. It obscures the last revision of the plan. Hides it away from prying eyes.

A work in progress for years, now, he started planning for the samgyeopsal restaurant during his first semester of university. Had been a hypothetical project that he just hasn't been able to let go of. Like a first love, it kept coming back to the forefront of his mind.

For a little while - he's not sure how long; three, maybe four minutes - Jeongguk has been watching the beads of condensation sweat down the side of his glass. The straw, given to him by a barista with a warm smile and nothing else remotely interesting about her, lays beside the glass, still encased in its plastic wrapper.

He hears your voice and its tone of concern each and every time he raises the now-wet glass to his lips.

Careful, Koo. It'll hurt your teeth.

With every fabricated iteration of your concern, his mile-a-minute heart temporarily eases. For those scarce moments, it doesn't feel as if it'll burst straight out of his chest from the sheer exhausting stress of the unknown; His future. Yours. The one that you may or may not have together.

Funny how you're the main source of his stresses right now, and yet are the only thing able to ease them.

And so the straw remains as it is - still, untouched - just so he can pretend you care.

Dazed and most definitely confused when he looks up, Jeongguk's vacant eyes land on Yoongi. There's a frown on the older mans face, but a softness to his eyes.

"Hm?" Jeongguk hums. "Sorry?"

Sighing, Yoongi reaches for the straw that Jeongguk has so purposefully left discarded. Snaps the thin plastic wrapper apart. Reaches over and pushes the straw through a cluster of stubborn ice that just refuses to melt. Helps his friend in a way that makes total sense, and yet Jeongguk's mind is so jumbled up that it almost feels an attack.

It's him who frowns, now. Dimples form in the creases between his lips and cheeks, a thick line making itself known in the ridge between his eyes. Yoongi pays it no notice. Simply says, "Coffee'll stain your teeth. You'll thank me when you're older."

Perhaps he will. For now, Jeongguk's teeth are still pearly white. He's no need to worry about them.

"What wrong with you, huh?" Yoongi presses. "Spent all of last week badgering me to help you out, and now that I am, you've been a world away all morning. What gives?"

For all of the words that he could use to rabbit on about you for hours upon hours, they all seem to be stuck in his throat, dryly swallowed down like bitter pills sticking against his oesophagus.

To mention you now would be to admit that you occupy all vacancies inside his brain, in each and every waking moment. You're there in the moments he doesn't spend awake, too. A constant. Just as permanent as the glitter that's trapped between the woven threads of his cotton comforter, and as deeply embedded into him as the tattoos on his skin.

Pressing his lips together, piercing flipping in the corner of his mouth like it so often does, Jeongguk shrugs. "Sorry. Think my brain is shutting down."

If Yoongi suspects anything other than this as a viable excuse, he doesn't mention it. Just nods. Accept the white lie, and Jeongguk hopes he knows there's a white flag tied around it, too.

It's not that he wants to lie to Yoongi. He just doesn't want to be honest with himself.

Phone face down on the table, Jeongguk's device holds a whole host of contradictory search terms in his browser history. Questions he could probably ask Yoongi, but won't. Questions he should ask you, but most definitely won't.

Girlfriend - cause he figures it will bring back more results than fwb, or whatever else he could equate you to - missed her period, what should I do? Do girls miss periods often? Missed period, meaning, what? Having a baby with fwb, what now? Abortions? What if an abortion doesn't work? Is adoption good for the baby? How to be a single dad? What if only one person wants to keep it? What the fuck oenejoiegohhfo e.

The final result is still open in his browser. Was about three in the morning. Jeongguk had been sweating beneath his duvet, skin just as clammy as the condensation rings that have soaked into the wooden table from his iced coffee glass.

Nothing is confirmed. No test has been done - and yet he's thinking about where a playmat would fit in the living room, but also knows the name of the clinic downtown that would quickly and effectively prevent that from ever being his reality.

"We've made good progress," Yoongi tells Jeongguk. "Can take a break, if you like? Got a couple weeks till your meeting with the bank. Still got time."

There's no place in Jeongguk's business plan for a baby. He half wonders if maybe he should ask Yoongi where to factor it in. Knows better.

So instead, Jeongguk nods. "Yeah. Think that might be good. Sorry."

Yoongi just dismisses it. Tells Jeongguk it's fine, and really means it. Knows that trying to straighten out the fine details of a hypothetical business is harder than it would first appear. They've been troubleshooting; thinking of problems just for the sake of it. Making sure that Jeongguk's application for a business loan is airtight.

Of all of his friends, Yoongi is the only one who's ever been through anything similar. Is a fountain of knowledge with a wealth of experience that he's lucky enough to have access to.

Jeongguk half-thinks he must be mad for jumping in head first with this restaurant idea of his. Isn't sure he's got what it takes. Just knows he has to at least try, so he can say he can. So that even if he suffers the lows of failure, he will have experienced the highs of hope. Maybe even the uncharted territory of success.

"Could be a good idea to talk some things through with other people," Yoongi offers. "Someone in hospitality. Maybe DB. Get different scenarios neither of us have thought of yet."

Jeongguk doesn't need any more make-believe scenarios where you're involved. Has already thought of far too many all by himself.

But Yoongi doesn't know that, and Jeongguk would like to keep it that way. "Yeah. Maybe you're right."

It's this encouragement from Yoongi that has a text from Jeongguk pinging through to your phone a quarter of an hour later. Phone in your back pocket, you'll check the notification that buzzed quietly in a moment or so.

For now, you're locked in conversation with a woman who is both everything you fear and everything you want to be. Peachy-cheeked, with a crystal white smile and lips that are somehow perpetually glossed, Jina has been talking you through the upcoming event that Taehyung is showcasing for at the Ryu.

"I was really impressed - hold on," she huff a little through the strain of reaching across the desk for her file. You immediately get to your feet to help her out. Her peach cheeks are now pretty pink apples. She exhales a deep-rooted breath and plonks back into her own chair. Laughs at herself, and her inability to do even the simplest of tasks, then rests her hand adoringly over the incredibly large bump that protrudes from her stomach. Is appreciative as she says, "Thank you." Looks down to her bump, and laughs again. "Hurry up, now. Mummy has jobs to do."

The way Jina speaks to the little life that's growing inside of her makes you want to violently vomit. Not for disgust, or anything negative, but for the fact that you're terrified of a similar fate.

Well-put together, still in designer garments, Jina has her life together. Is the Lead Gallery Coordinator at the Ryu. Spent her twenties working her way up, only to land her spot at the top two weeks before she welcomed in her thirties. She's distinguished. Had worked damn hard to stay at the top, even when her assistant is consistently trying to fill the shoes she hasn't even taken off yet.

It's why she's still working, even when her due date is within touching distance. Will be damned if some jumped up twat that studied illustration at the expense of his wealthy parents, and has never actually produced an illustration worthy of any praise, ends up behind her desk. Perhaps she's jaded, and perhaps she's bitter that she never got an easy ride, but she did at least have passion - which is more than can be said for her assistant. The only reason she keeps him on is because his parents are benefactors of the gallery. Can't fire him, even if she wants to.

"Sorry," she smiles back up at you, then hums. Ponders. Pregnancy brain is not being kind to her these days. "Where was I?"

With a kind smile, you happily remind her. "You were saying you were impressed?"

"Ah, yes! I was. I am. With the both of you, actually. Kim Taehyung is producing art that actually entices people, which is a rarity these days. I'm surprised his portfolio wasn't passed onto me sooner."

Although when she considers her assistant, the surprise wanes.

"And you," she continues, then looks down to flick through the proposed show in the file you put together earlier that day. "You say you're just doing this part-time? As a favour?"

Nodding, you explain, "Taehyung's a friend, and this is my area of interest. Should have gone down this route straight after university, but you know what the industry is like."

With a pitiful smile, Jina nods. "No money in it unless you already have money."

It's no secret that the arts are a luxury for those who can afford them - not just the masterpieces themselves, but the time to indulge in them. Apprenticeships and internships pay poorly, so in order to get your foot on the ladder, you have to come from money. Have to be able to rely on parents, or aunts, or uncles to fund your living expenses while you live out your dreams.

Wasn't an option you'd had, so a compromise had been made in the form of the art cafe. It's minimum wage, but you do at least enjoy it and can pay the bills.

At such a point in her career where the money is good enough for her to never worry about finances, Jina's heart bleeds for you. From one creative to another, she wishes there was a way she could help.

"You've got everything I'd look for in an assistant," she tells you, and the compliment just serves to make you feel disappointed. Success has always been a goal of yours, and you regret not working harder towards it. The past year has taught you many things, but mainly it's reinforced the idea that you shouldn't spend time on things or people who don't enrich your heart.

And so you throw caution to the wind; chance a suggestion that you know is beyond your capabilities.

"Well, perhaps I could help out when you're on maternity leave?" You chance. Know that you don't have enough experience nor credentials to take on her role, but fuck it. What's the worst she could do? Say no? "Help keep things running smoothly?"

When Jina smiles, you know that rejection is coming your way - but at least you tried.

"No money in the job," she sighs. "The gallery director hasn't opened up a vacancy. My assistant is stepping up."

Even saying it out loud makes her blood boil - but she knows it's bad for the baby, so tries to cool it.

"I have a sneaky suspicion that they'll open up a vacancy in April. Maybe May. When it does, you'd be top of my list for recommendations," she offers. Knows that things are gonna fall apart without her there. The higher-ups won't realise what a fundamental error of judgement they've made until it's too late. "That if you'd be interested?"

You don't think you've ever been asked such a stupid question.

This is a lie.

You've spent time with the Dionysus boys. Have been asked a million questions than this one.

"Of course!" You enthuse. "I mean, I don't get me wrong, I love my job - but an opportunity like this would be... I don't even know," you laugh, unable to articulate yourself properly, so try simplicity. "Yes. Please. If that happens, please pass along my details."

She nods. Understands your excitement. Was in a very similar position, once upon a time. All it took was someone taking a chance on her. She'd like to do the same for you. Has seen your work ethic for an unpaid favour to a friend. Knows you wouldn't let her down.

"Now," she smiles, moving along the conversation as to not dwell on a situation that might never happen. "We're about a week out from the next show - has Taehyung finished the new piece? Any causes for concern?"

"Yes, and no," you assure her, even if it is a little lie.

Taehyung scrapped his piece last minute and has been in the studio ever since your birthday. Had a new wave of inspiration, apparently. Declared as such about twenty minutes after the knocking from Danbi's bedroom had eventually come to an end, so you dread to think of what this new piece could be like.

Still, you trust his creative process, so know that whatever he produces will be more than enough to satisfy the gallery execs.

The meeting runs smoothly; no hiccups to iron out. The subway ride back to the middle of town has to contemplate what life could be like had you met Taehyung earlier; if you could have a career to be proud of by now.

But there was no Taehyung without Jeongguk, and no Jeongguk without the devastating impact of Seokjin. Funny, how the entire time you were with Seokjin, he'd wished you had a better job. Lamented the minimum wage, and your irregular working hours. Would steer the direction away from what the pays the bills whenever you'd meet one of his friends, and they'd ask, 'what do you do for work?'. He'd never been proud, and so in turn, nor had you.

You wonder if he'd be proud now. It's bittersweet.

And as you arrive at Jeongguk's favourite cafe and spot him immediately - chin in his palm, a soft pout on his lips, papers scattered all over his table - you're the one who feels proud.

Seeing the ones you love chase their dreams is a special sort of pride. One that makes your heart swell. So much potential. So much hope.

Ordering up fresh drinks before you head over, there's a thick tension in the air. Jeongguk doesn't even realise you're here yet. Is too consumed with thoughts of you, like the idiot he is. Thoughts you, and his future, and how he doesn't know how to plan anything when he doesn't know what life will look like a year from now.

He clocks you as you're confirming the order with the barista. A hot flash of panic disrupts his body, but it cools just as quickly. Fucks with his body temperature regulation. Makes him feel all clammy and horrible despite the aircon in the cafe.

There's a smile on your lips, and Jeongguk finds one on his, too. There's a shine to his eyes that only glitters whenever you're nearby, and it's noticeable all the way from across the cafe.

Coffees in hand, clothes remarkably formal for a day off, Jeongguk narrows his eyes as you approach.

"What have you been up to?" he queries instead of greeting you properly, not caring for small-talk. Wants to know the big stuff. His brain has been cruel to him today. Hopes you can help remedy it slightly.

"Gallery," you simply say, taking the seat beside him.

There are four chairs at the table. Yoongi had been sitting opposite Jeongguk. You could have chosen to sit there, too.

He doesn't mention it.

"Everything going alright?" He asks, reaching over for his coffee with a small, appreciative smile. "Thanks."

"All good, I think," you say, sucking a little air between your teeth.

He cocks a brow. "You don't sound convinced."

With a bit of a defeated shrug, you purse your lips together. "I just..."

The way you trail off is all too familiar. Jeongguk's used to it. Has been a while since you struggled to find your words so badly.

"Big girl words," he teases softly, which earns him a small laugh from you.

"Fuck off," you smile, then shake your head to realign your thoughts. "No, I just... Sorry. Did it again. I just don't know how sustainable this all is, yanno?"

Jeongguk doesn't say a word. Knows that you aren't done formulating just yet - and when you sigh, before launching into a little ramble, he's proven right.

"I mean, I'm already a shift down this week to help with prep, and next week I've had to book two days off work. And like, honestly, it's fine," you stress. "I enjoy it so much, but long term? When Tae's shows get bigger and bigger? I just dunno, Gguk. Dunno."

You want it to be long-term. Never knew it was something you wanted until you realised maybe you can't have it. Seem unattainable now in a way that you knew before you started helping Taehyung out. The thing so wonderful about dreams is that you fool yourself into thinking they can come true. You neglect rational thinking.

Confronted with the restraints of the industry, it's hard to ignore. Hard to pretend like you could still have it, if you really want it. Things like that don't happen for people like you.

"Well just wait until I get the restaurant going," he smiles, knowing he doesn't have a solution for you - but that he does have the ability to talk about the future with you in a way that doesn't feel all that terrifying. "When I'm super successful and have queues out the door, I'll hire you. Will pay you above minimum wage and let you work with Tae on the side."

"Oh yeah?" You grin, enthused by the childlike excitement in his sparkly eyes. "Gonna be a big hot shot restaurant owner?"

"I'll have you know, I'll be the CEO," he nods his head smugly.

"Oh, that's sexy," you tell him.

"I know."

You hum a little and then decide that a little flirt is okay. "Would be kinda hot, fucking the boss, wouldn't it?"

He raises a brow. Swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, wetting his lip ring as he toys with it. "Would be a HR nightmare."

"Would give me a reason to call you Sir."

"Don't," he smiles, eyes closing, teeth showing. Sweetness encapsulates him despite the stickiness of the scenario that's playing out inside his head right now. Shakes his head. Slowly opens his eyes to find you again. Laughs. "You're fuckin' trouble, Byeol."

"S'why you like me."

"True," he admits rather shamelessly. Doesn't fancy denying it today. Not to himself. Not to you. Not to the world around him.

The air between you gets thinner. Feels like you can only keep breathing if you keep your eyes on one another. Up, and up you go into the atmosphere. Any higher, and you'll be in the fucking stars.

"I hate to ask..." Jeongguk murmurs and you immediately feel your floating soul crash back down to earth. The stars are off-limits today. Your feet must remain firmly on the ground.

"Then don't," you say sharply, not wanting the conversation to go in the direction you know he's steering it in.

"Byeol," he simply reprimands, knowing that it's a conversation that needs to be had. "You've not given me any updates."

"'Cause there's been nothing to report back," you say, as if it's no big deal; as if you haven't spent every waking moment thinking about it. As if your daydreams aren't getting more and more concerning. "I've skipped a month. That's all. It's not that uncommon."

"Well, according to WebMD, apparently some women get periods even when they are pregnant - like, certified, tested, proven true pregnant," Jeongguk states, his late-night research coming to the forefront of his mind. "That's not supposed to happen. Just like you're not supposed to miss your periods when you're not pregnant-"

"Gguk," you plead. "It's not that linear. All sorts of things affect periods."

"I know," he replies, and bless his heart, he really does think he knows. "Stress, eating habits, exercise, medical issues - I've read, like, 6 articles about PCOS in the last 24 hours. Didn't even know what it was last week."

You're fond as you smile over at him. "Why have you been reading PCOS articles?"

" Because ," he stresses, but gives no immediate follow up. Looks over to you with pleading eyes, like a puppy dog waiting for scraps. "Look B, I don't know what's going on. You won't tell me what's going on. The best I can do is try and understand."

"I've told you, Gguk. It's fine. Please. Just trust me."

It's a naive ask, for him to trust you, when you don't even trust yourself.

"Will you please just take a test?" He asks. "The longer it takes, the less options you'll have. We'll have."

You know he's right. Know that there's a test waiting in your bedroom, and that you've spent hours looking at because you're terrified of a result. A positive result, that is.

You won't admit to the way that the idea of a negative result makes you feel. Not to Jeongguk, nor to yourself. It's not what you want. You know that it wouldn't fit into your life. You know that the idea of being in Jina's position would wreck any goals or plans for your life.

And then you're feeling defensive. Pressured. Overwhelmed.

"Look, I said it's fine," you insist, trying to reassure not only him, but yourself too. "I know my body. It just does this sometimes. If anything, I'm probably less fertile than I should be."

"Yeah, but you don't know that-"

"And you don't know that I'm not."

"B, this affects us both," Jeongguk says, his patience waning, tone firming. He's right.

"I know that!" You snap back, 'cause it feels like he's backing you into a corner. "You think I'm not aware? Gguk, if I am-" you refuse to say the word, then quieten your voice. Look around. Get a little closer. "If I am , then I'm the one who has to deal with it. I'm the one who has to live with it. I'm the one who has to experience it."

"Oh what, so suddenly I play no part in this?" He argues right back, but keeps his voice quiet. Mirrors you. Is right there in the corner with you. If this is a boxing match, then he's not your opponent; he's the coach giving you water in the break and patching you up. There's no need to see him as the enemy. "I'm not just some random fucking guy, B. I'm not about to jump ship."

"Okay, hypothetical," you say, encouraging him to use his imagination a little. Try and see things how you see them. "It's positive. I don't want it, you do. Then what? What do we do?"

He's silent for a moment. Looks a little defeated as he shrugs. Doesn't look at you. "We'd get rid."

And even though it's what you think is the correct answer - putting priority on the carrier of the child - it still makes you a little sad. There are layers to such a decision. It's not straightforward. The complexities are beyond what you're capable of considering. There is no 'correct' answer. There are just choices; the one that you take, and the ones that you don't.

It's a curse how vivid your imagination can be; how you can imagine the rough skin by the tips of his fingers as he'd hold your hand in the waiting room, the look in his eyes as you turn to steal a glance at him before going through a pair of double doors that would ultimately change the outcome of your future, and the sterile scent of a medical facility that you'd really rather never visit.

You can picture his smile; pretty but ever so weak. Gorgeous little lies of 'it's okay' wrapped up with bows that could have maybe one day been tied in a child's hair instead.

Pull yourself together, you scold yourself. You don't even want a kid!

"If I were to get rid of it, while you wanted it... Gguk, you would resent me for what I took from you until the day you died," you say solemnly.

The gravity of it all is setting in. A positive result would ruin your lives regardless of whichever option you choose.

The pair of you have been gambling, and it seems like your luck is out.

"I wouldn't," Jeongguk frowns.

"How do you know?"

"Well how can you be certain that I would?" he counters. Is desperately trying see your point of view, but it's obscured by his own opinion on the matter. "Look, none of this is worth us getting worked up about until we know what the fuck we're dealing with. You might not even be pregnant."

He's right. You know he's right. The word makes your stomach lurch regardless.

So you nod, but plead, "Just give me a little time. Please."

He agrees. Knows that you do at least have a little more time before any certain decisions would need to be made. Walks you home. Tells you to keep him updated.

But then one day turns into two, then three, then four - and before you know it, you're ignoring one another, trying to pretend like all of this isn't happening; as if nothing has changed, and as if you haven't potentially fucked it all up just 'cause you couldn't stop messing about.

It's laughable, really. Your insatiable need to fuck one another has become its own form of birth control. Jeongguk isn't even waking up hard these days. Too stressed. No worry of fucking, now. Dick seems to be broken.

In all reality, he knows that it's nothing to do with his cock. He's not waking up hard, 'cause there's a lack of blood flow. Heart isn't pumping it like it normally does. Goes with the territory of not having you around.

But if he acknowledges that, he acknowledges everything he stands to lose before he's even had a chance to have it. Have you .

It's what he's thinking of now - cock limp, scowl hard - the night before Taehyung's art show. It's been five days. You've not kept him updated. He's not asked for updates.

You've both been pathetic - but he's attributing it to you. Thinks you're deliberately being childish so that he won't think having a kid is a good idea - as if he even wants them right now.

Sitting on the couches of Taehyung's studio space, the usual suspects are up to nothing much. Just having a few drinks the night before the show. It's a bit of ritual - nothing set in stone, just kind of what happens. The easing of Taehyung's nerves means he always wants to indulge.

Stewing in the corner like a little parasite, Jeongguk's face of thunder hasn't eased all evening. He never gives a straight answer when he's asked about these little moods of his, so no one has bothered to press too hard. He is at least in attendance - which is more than can be said for you.

"It really doesn't matter," Taehyung smiles, unphased by Jeongguk, stroking Danbi's back as she scrolls through her phone, looking for outfit inspiration.

"Yeah, no offence Danbi, but everyone's gonna be looking at the art," Jimin mumbles through a mouthful of overpriced breadsticks. "No one is gonna care what you wear."

Rolling her eyes, Danbi doesn't care for his opinion. "So? I want people to look at me, which is why my outfit needs to good."

Still stroking her back, Taehyung is so incredibly fond of her unwavering self-assured place in the world. "People will be looking at you," he supports her. "What's DB wearing?"

Flicking through to your message thread, which had ended earlier that afternoon with a very blatant bullshit excuse for your lack of attendance, Danbi scrolls up to find the picture you'd sent her earlier that day.

"Oh, it's nice," Taehyung downplays it. Knows exactly why Danbi is desperate to find something showstopping. Will never let her be aware of this, though. What he does do, is make sure it reaches the right people. "She shown you, Gguk?"

The grunt that Jeongguk makes is barely audible. If there's one thing he doesn't want to see right now, it's you. Especially you looking all fancy and shit.

He's still annoyed. You haven't spoken to him since your fight other than to send him dumb instagram reels. Rabbits hopping about. Shit like that. He smiles every damn time and it only serves to piss him off even more.

But, like the true nuisance she is, Danbi forwards the picture through to Jeongguk. She hasn't heard directly from you that you're fighting with Jeongguk, but anyone who has spent time with the both of you in the last few days will be able to figure it out.

Jeongguk knows better than to click through on the notification. Knows that if you wanted him to know what you're wearing, you would have shown him.

But he misses you.

Wants to see you, even if he knows it will only serve to annoy him even more.

He's proven right.

Standing in front of your mirror - the one used for your first selfie with the bird necklace on Christmas Eve, and also used for your own sadistic pleasure on that very first evening Jeongguk learned what it felt like to be yours - you're in a black dress.

Satin, he thinks. Something silky. It's short, like your dresses so often are, cutting off midway down your thighs. Fitted. Sweetheart neckline that blooms over the top of your chest, with sleeves that follow this same structured line. Shoulders fully exposed, there is a small tickle of satisfaction when Jeongguk notices your bird sitting prettily in place, right where it should be.

Even if you are annoyed, like he knows you are, you're keeping him close. It's more than can be said for last time. You've no intention of pushing him away or so it would seem. He takes comfort in this, a self-indulgent smile on his lips - until he realises and flattens them once more.

"S'fine," he just says as he locks his phone, as if his heart isn't beating all irregularly. "I'm sure she'll look nice."

Danbi glances over to Taehyung, who just rolls his eyes, and encourages her to show him more of her own options.

Jeongguk pretends to scroll through his phone. Is really just looking at that picture of you again. Hates the way it makes him feel. All fuzzy and out of sync. Perfectly safe and yet terrified all in the same fleeting moment.

Has him thinking about what he should wear, too, even if the other boys are telling Danbi that it really doesn't matter.

You look so well put together, he thinks. So intentionally gorgeous. He would say unintentionally , and knows you'd look just as gorgeous in one of his old shirts, but is well aware that you've put effort in. It should be appreciated.

It's decided - at two-thirty in the morning, all alone by himself, contents of his wardrobe piled onto the floor - that Jeongguk will also be wearing all black.

He will match you. It will be intentional. He will hope you notice.

'Cause even if he is a little pissed off with you, it doesn't matter. Had grown up with parents who'd bicker, but would always say 'there's no one else I'd rather argue with.'

He thinks the same could be said for the pair of you.

If your worst fears are confirmed, and you're forever tied to him, then it's something you'll need to learn to navigate. Neither of you are perfect, but neither of you are pretending to be. You're showing him exactly who you are by showing him nothing at all, right now.

And he adores you all the fucking same.

Jeongguk decides on black slacks, and will pair them with a thick belt. A satin shirt will be tucked in, unbuttoned just enough for a little bit of his chest to show. Nothing too indecent. Just wants to match your neckline.

The jacket he's chosen is red. Hopes it'll dare you to look at him, and prevent you from ever looking away. He's being bold, 'cause he stupidly thinks he needs to be, as if you won't be searching for solace in the form of him all night.

He also thinks he needs to consider the kind of man you want . The kind you need . You seem to go for the prim types. The proper. Well-dressed, well-groomed. He's got the outfit sorted. Knows he's being a little risky with the lack of a top button and tie, but he also knows he looks good - so fuck it.

Which is also what he says to his barber on the morning of the show.

"You've been growing it out for a while," she hums. Only re-permed it a couple of weeks ago. Hadn't been expecting him to come for a walk-in appointment so soon.

He shrugs. "Fuck it. It's just hair. It'll grow back."

She laughs, and tells him that he's right - but double-checks before she goes in with the clippers. He's not had anything so close to the scalp in about a year. Started growing it out around the same time you started showing up to the bar.

He braces himself. Grits his teeth. Don't let fear get the better of you.

"I'm sure."

Time stands still within the walls of the Ryu. Moments of life - fleeting expressions of biased emotions - are preserved for voyeuristic viewing pleasure. You're a guilty participant. Salivate over the mixed media, and equally mixed messages. Have a desire to understand. To decipher. To know.

The walls are dark. Slate grey when the floodlights are on, they look black under the diffused bulbs that focus solely on the works.

'Unplugged: The Lonely Hearts of the Digital Age' reads the exhibition branding on the front of the paper guide in your hand. There's an evocative nature to the pieces; an exploration of intimacy and isolation in the modern landscape of smartphones and high-speed internet.

"Oh, entirely," you smile pleasantly at the gentleman twice your age, who had come to stand beside you while you had been observing some of the work. He's been asking your thoughts, and you've been bullshitting spectacularly. "In a world where we're more connected than ever before, there somehow seems to be this... disconnect . A real lack of interpersonal relationships that stand the test of time."

He nods, half-moon glasses resting across the bridge of his short nose. "Too easy these days. Dating apps, and whatnot."

You cast your eyes down to the fingers he has wrapped around a champagne flute. He's without a ring. You wonder if he's a victim to them, too.

"The grass is greener mentality," you agree. Know all too well what it's like to be on the receiving end of such a dilemma. "Always searching for something... more."

A small chuckle emits from his thin lips as he continues to agree.

One of the serving staff, no older than a high school senior, offers their tray of champagne in your direction, but you decline. It's unusual of you - but it's no secret you've not been feeling exactly 'usual' lately.

From across the room, Jeongguk glances in your direction as you shake your hand and head, a polite smile on your lips as you refuse a drink. Your eyes don't flash to his, but he doesn't need them to.

When your gaze falls back to the artwork in front of you, he can easily see your perplexion.

He also notices how your skin doesn't sparkle like it usually does beneath gallery lights. A tight frown forms on his face to match yours.

The paintings you're looking at aren't Taehyung's. Jeongguk doesn't know the artist. Oil, he assumes from this distance. Hyperrealism. Enlarged. A matching pair with stark differences.

The first, to the left, is dark. Navy blues and deep purples depict the foils of condom wrappers, each with a name and date scrawled into them. They're scattered atop what looks like a legal document.

He can't work out the words from where he is. Doesn't realise they're divorce papers.

None of the wrappers match the name of the document, yet all of the wrappers are dated during the duration of the marriage.

On the right hand side, the other painting is clearly part of the same collection. A packet of oral contraception. 28 days worth. Includes the placebo days. Like the condoms, each empty window of the contraception has a name. Some repeating. Some not. There are no names written during the placebo week.

It begs the question; is the taker of the contraception just using the men when it's convenient for her? Or are they just using her when it's convenient for them, and leaving her in the dust when her body is unavailable?

You're not sure which scenario makes you sadder. Reminds you of this time last year. Reminds you of Seokjin. Reminds you of the people that you used to forget about him on the lonely nights.

If you were to think about your own pills, and the names that would inscribed, you know you'd have packet after packet with only one name. Everyday of the week. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, every night. Over the placebo days, too.

Not because Jeongguk has been fucking you all day every day - although sometimes it does feel like that. No. It's not that all.

Instead, it would be because he gives you the intimacy you need to make those pills worth it. He doesn't have to constantly be in bed with you. Quite often isn't. It's just that you'll keep taking those pills 'cause you always want to be available for him in any capacity you can be. Those pills are his just as much as they are yours.

And you hate it.

Hate that you feel this way. Hate that indulging in such intimacy with the person you hold closest has resulted in such a clusterfuck of emotions. Hate that he isn't beside you right now, deciphering the names and making up ridiculous stories about the fictional people in front of you. Hate that when you glance over to his direction, you find him engaged in conversation with a group of people you consider friends, only to notice that Hayun is there, too.

Your arms fold a little tighter into your chest as your eyes fall back on the painting. You're alone, now, the man who had been chatting with you also now distracted by associates.

"Hey," a soft, feminine voice sounds next to you. Seoyeon. Hair loose, but with pretty little plaits running through it, she's wearing white trousers and a fitted blazer. Looks demure as ever. "You okay?"

A simple question that calls for a simple answer - yet it feels all rather complex.

You nod. Say you are. Return the question. She returns your answer.

"Gosh, that's depressing," she says of the artwork, and it makes you laugh. She's not wrong.

"Makes you feel something, at least," you offer, to which she hums in agreement.

"I suppose - but I was feeling perfectly happy before I saw it," she giggles, nudging your shoulder, seemingly aware of your less-than-stellar mood. "Watcha doing over here all alone?"

It's a great question. Fantastic question. Devastating answer.

Oh, so I've been fucking Jeongguk for months and he's convinced himself that I'm carrying his spawn and now he's mad at me because I haven't done the test to confirm nor deny. Oh why? Why I haven't done it? 'Cause it'll change the trajectory of my whole entire life and I'm fucking terrified. And I skip periods all the time. No biggie.

Now isn't the time for such honesties, though.

"Just wanted to read all the names," you say, nodding towards the art.

"See any you recognise?"

"Well, there is a Jimin on the first Wednesday," you grin.

"Why am I not surprised," Seoyeon laughs. "Our very own Casanova. Oh - speak of the devil!"

"Devil?" Jimin questions as he approaches you both with fresh champagne flutes in either hand. "Me? Please. You both know I'm an angel."

The way you incredulously both raise your eyebrows at him, bemused smirks on your faces, would suggest that no, you don't 'know' he's an angel.

"Oh, piss off," he laughs, standing between you both, offering you the champagne flutes. When you decline, he's curious. "Oh? Dry night?"

Nodding, you decide that you'll give as few answers as possible when it comes to your lack of drinking - not that it matters, given how much you've abused your body with star fuckers in recent weeks. Any damage is already, inevitably done.

"One of us needs to be the sensible one," you joke, and ignore the burning gaze you can feel from across the room.

His stare is sweltering, like early May heat after a freezing spring, regardless of the cool air that's currently circulating around the room.

It's stuffy, the way his eyes follow you. Suffocating.

And yet you love the warmth. Want evidence of him on your skin like the burn of a summer sun.

Turning your head as Seoyeon and Jimin natter, you're surprised to find his shamelessly dark eyes still on you.

Hair pushed back, he's wearing it shorter than usual. It takes you a moment to realise it's been cut. You think a part of you dies from such a devastating loss - but it's revitalised within the same millisecond. It's criminal how handsome he looks. How mature he seems. Jaw tense, bone structure highlighted, he's a vision. Heaven. Ethereal.

Matching your all black attire, there's one keen difference. One that throws you off entirely: his jacket. It's one you've never seen before. Red. A kaleidoscope of different tones. Dappled, they bleed into one another. You can tell it's expensive. Tell it's being worn with a purpose.

It's unusual for him, and yet he holds a beauty that can only be compared to that of Venus herself. The jacket was made for him.

But you don't like the idea that maybe actually it was made for him, by the only seamstress you know. See no other reason for him to own such an item.

Stupidly, it upsets you how good red looks on him. Pisses you off.

Across the circle of people he stands with is the seamstress herself.

Just as you match him with your silky black dress, she matches him with her scarlet nails and deep ruby cocktail number. Gorgeous in the way that her hair effortlessly waves over her shoulders, she pays your judgemental eyes no notice.

They look good together. Like they belong. A good girl. Upper class. Bad boy. Her bit of 'rough'. Jeongguk likes a good Romeo and Juliet type story. You're sure he loves the romanticisation of their coupling.

So caught up in your own head, you almost miss the way Jimin deliberately chooses to include you in on the conversation once more. Just asks your opinion on the piece, then asks if you know the artist. He wants to check that he's not the Jimin scrawled into the pill packet.

"I'll find out," you promise him - but you're certain he's not. Park Jimin isn't exactly the most unique of names, but you don't want to hurt his ego.

"Legend," he grins, before roping Namjoon in for his opinion on whether or not it's his name.

"It's nothing to be proud of," Namjoon assure him. "If it's you, you're being branded as a hit it and quit it kinda guy. You're only on there once. Most of them are on their a few times. You not good enough for round two?"

Scoffing, Jimin looks to you for defence.

You just smile. Make your excuses and leave. Bless him.

As beautiful as the show is, there's a sadness to it. It revives unpleasant memories. Provokes parts of your brain that have been well trained to not make a noise.

Schmoozing with some of the higher ups from Shilla finances, you're going for the hard sell. Telling them all about Taehyung, and how he's hotly tipped to be one of the most successful artists of this generation.

It's all bullshit, of course, but someone has to have that title. Why shouldn't it be him?

"He certainly does have a gift," one of the older men acknowledges. His name evades you now, but you remember him from networking events with Seokjin. Would always treat the serving staff with kindness, which is more than could be said for most of them. It's the only reason you're entertaining the conversation - the other men you recognise from those events have been avoided by you at all costs.

You're about to call Taehyung over, when the looming intrusion of a bowing gentleman makes itself known in your personal space. It's his presence you notice first. Aftershave second. Stoic, burly voice third.

"Director Choi," he interjects from behind you. "It's good to see you here."

Smiling, with just as much kindness as he shows to everyone, Choi nods back. "Kim Seokjin! I didn't realise you'd be here tonight."

"Ah, well," Seokjin smiles. You can hear it in his tone, even if you daren't turn to face him. Your skin suddenly chills as his large hands rest over the tops of your bare shoulders. "Was back in town, and couldn't miss it. You're speaking with the city's best curator."

The way he squeezes your shoulders, skin on skin, makes you want to be sick. It's as if you've had far too much of the champagne you've been turning down all evening - but your stomach is empty. All you'd be able to do is gag.

Yet your body is entirely frozen.

And neither of the men care enough to notice.

"It's quite the collection," Choi nods, but doesn't keep his focus on you. Like the serving staff, he's always polite to you, but will always see you as a second-class citizen. You're not a man. He doesn't respect you. As human? Yes, he does. But as a person? Why would he waste his time if he can't profit off of you? "Tell me Seokjin, how have you been? I hear your department is up by 3.7% this week?"

The conversation around you is stuffy, like that sticky summer heat clinging to your skin once more. It's unpleasant, but inescapable. There's nothing you can do, except let it ruin you.

One breath in; through the nose. One breath out; through the mouth.

Repeat.

One breath in; through the nose. One breath out; through the mouth.

There's a squeeze of Seokjin's hands; a silent instruction to not move your shoulders so much.

Half a breath in. Half a breath out.

You've an inability to focus on anything other than basic survival.

In the times you've seen Seokjin since the breakup, he's always been so good at acting as if it never happened. He touches you just the same. Speaks with just as much fondness that always made you think you actually meant something to him.

For so long, you wished he would be like that with you in public. Would proudly claim you as his own.

But now that he is, all you want is for him to look at you with remorse. Regret.

Sort of like Jeongguk is doing, as he spots you from across the room. Was just doing his quarter-of-an-hourly checks to make sure you're still okay - even if he is annoyed with you. Thinks that anyone who has ever spent even a smidgeon of time with you should know that the look in your eyes is far from okay.

They're downcast. To the floor. Your nostrils flare ever so gently as you inhale. Mouth forms a delicate pout as you exhale. Breathing exercises. He recognises them instantly. They're the same ones Jeongguk does when he's frustrated and trying his damn hardest to not break another display case.

It's been working lately. Not a permanent fix, no, but it's been going okay. Has finally been reading one of Namjoon's self-help books that's been on his bedside table for months. Fills the time that should be spent on you doing that, instead.

But Jeongguk thinks all of his hard work might just go down the fucking drain when he realises what's happening. When he notices exactly who has a possessive grip on you. When, from across the room, he hears Seokjin laughing at some vapid joke that he knows mustn't be even remotely funny.

"Hey, Dan," he calls over to your best friend, breaking her from her conversation with Taehyung. When she looks at Jeongguk, she follows the direction in which he nods.

She gasps. Drops her hold on Taehyung's forearm, and doesn't hesitate to beeline straight for you.

Jeongguk knows it should have been him - but he also knows you're stubborn. Knows you might have chosen to stay put just to spite him. Also knows that stress if bad for the body. Says so in another one of those webMD tabs open on his phone. You're stressed enough as it is. Don't need him causing a scene. Danbi is what you need right now.

Not him.

But he needs air - so heads out towards the stairwell and just keeps on going up. Up and up, until there's nowhere left to go. Closer and closer to the stars. Further and further away from his very own.

Elbows resting on the wall of the rooftop, Jeongguk lets a deep-rooted sigh exhale from his body. Lungs heavy in his chest, he's in need of respite - yet even that seems like an unattainable goal these days.

He wishes to be back in Busan; where the sun shines and so do you.

The darkness of the city envelopes him, now, much like it obscures his heart. Confuses it. Tells him all sorts of lies. She loves you. She loves you not. She loves you. She loves you not. He's not sure what's the truth, anymore.

He's not plucked at daisy petals since he was a kid, but he does occasionally pull glitter from his skin. That's when the rhyme repeats. That's how he knows he only has space in his heart for you.

And so when the bustling sound of the city is interrupted by a voice that isn't yours, he frowns.

"Watcha doing up here, buddy?"

The roll of Jeongguk's eyes is so damn weighted he's surprised it doesn't sound like stones are being turned. Of all the people he wants to be alone with right now, Hayun would be towards the bottom of the list. Likely beaten only by your shitbag of an ex.

"Needed some air," he lies. Doesn't look at her as she takes the space beside him, then shuffles over a little. Doesn't wanna touch her. The intrusion of her perfume is enough to make him feel sick. Has done ever since she approached him in the courtyard of Dionysus.

"Could have gone for a smoke with Tae," she says all rather pleasantly.

Jeongguk is well aware of this. Truth be told, he could do with a cigarette. Could do with many things right now.

Could do with a few shots, or even a high. MDMA, maybe. Something that'll have him thinking death is inevitable before he manages to reach his come up. Could spend the whole night pinging. Wouldn't have to think about you, or your ex, or the fact his heart already feels like it's got a little ecstasy running through it these days.

But you're not drinking, and so Jeongguk isn't smoking. Is finally actually trying to make some good decisions for a change, to atone for all of his questionable ones.

He shakes his head. Bunches his face up ever so slightly. Is dismissive as he simply says, "Didn't fancy it."

Just like he doesn't fancy engaging in this conversation.

She nods, pretending to care. Fabricating a persona that matches how awfully pretty she is. "You don't seem like yourself."

Mentally, Jeongguk sneers. Physically, he remains unchanged. Statuesque.

"You've been saying that ever since you came back," he eventually sighs. Looks over to her. Doesn't mean to be so cold, but frankly no longer has the patience. "You can't fuck people over and expect them to welcome you back with open arms. Doesn't work like that, Yun."

Hayun's laugh is parasitic. Gets under his skin. Crawls about. Makes him feel sick. His body rejects it.

"She's inside your head," is all she says. "Never used to be like this before she came around."

In the far distance, a police siren sounds. It's swallowed up by the fumes of rattling exhaust pipes and the posing arrival of planes from foreign lands. In a city that never rests, Jeongguk thinks it mad that Hayun expected him to remain exactly as he was.

Doesn't even register what she says about you. Pays it no attention.

"I don't wanna keep doing this, Hayun," Jeongguk says quietly.

It's strange, because he knows it's the 'right' thing to do, but it still doesn't feel entirely correct.

Years of knowing her - of loving her - have been reduced to nothing but resentment and wasted time. Everything he experienced with her equates to emptiness. The good - of which there was plenty - and the bad - of which there was marginally more.

"What do you mean?" she asks, as if she doesn't already know.

"I don't wanna pretend like we're still friends," he simply states. "It's doing nobody any favours."

It's something he should have said a long time ago. Something he's known for far longer than he's wanted to admit. Something Jimin has been telling him for years.

"Gguk," she tries, and reaches out for his hand - but Jeongguk tears it away from her.

"No," he reaffirms. Is setting boundaries. Is being as firm with her as he wishes you'd be with Seokjin. He keeps his voice measured. Sensible. Wastes no more energy than is needed. "I'll be perfectly cordial with you, but I'm not gonna act like we're anything more than strangers. Said it yourself, you don't know who I am these days. Please stop trying to find whoever you think I used to be."

"So I guess the marriage pact is vetoed?" She tries to joke. Thinks that making light of the situation will ease things. Make them less awkward.

He doesn't dignify her with a direct response to that. Instead, he stands a little straighter. Taps his ringed fingers against the wall so that a clunky pat sounds against the urethane coating that covers the entire roof area. Turns to face her. Looks down upon her. "I'm asking you nicely, Hayun - but if I have to ask again, I won't be."

There's nothing she can say to reel him back in. Not anymore. Not like she used to. She knows this. Hates this.

But one thing Hayun refuses to ever do is embarrass herself. Not for a man. Especially not for one she didn't even want that badly in the first place.

That's exactly the issue at hand, though. He was always the one chasing her. Always. Must have worn through a hundred pairs of shoes in pursuit of her - but he's stopped running now, and she can't quite wrap her head around it.

"Okay," she simply says. Smiles. It's insincere. Jeongguk doesn't realise this, 'cause it looks like every other fuckin' smile she's ever cast his way. "Look, emotions are high. I won't take this to heart. Whenever you're ready, you know where to find me."

Glancing over to the door, Hayun's ruby-red lips falter. Her smile almost cracks, but she holds herself well.

"Oh, goodie," Hayun hums. "Suppose I should leave you to it."

Jeongguk doesn't follow her gaze. Knows that there's only one person who could evoke such a reaction - and right now, he's annoyed with you, too.

He does, at least, say, "I suppose you should."

It's not until Hayun begins to strut away that Jeongguk turns to the door. Not to watch her walk away, no.

To watch you walk towards him, instead - but you don't.

You stay leant against the door frame. There's a sultry smile on your lips, and he's surprised to see they move a little as Hayun approaches. He can't hear you, but he knows your lips almost better than he knows his own. Can work out exactly what you're saying.

Lipstick's a little smudged.

Jeongguk knows that it absolutely is not - but the way Hayun's hand lifts to her lips suggests that she doesn't know this.

It's evident you're trying to evoke some sort of insecurity in her. Seems to have worked. Also seems to be incredibly mean-spirited - but he's not gonna hold it against you. Knows that it's the least Hayun deserves. It's not like he was exactly kind to Seokjin upon meeting him, either.

The sounds of the city echo out around you as a small breeze carries the scent of the trees that are finally starting to rebloom after a harsh winter. There's hope to be found in the darkness of this night. The promise of rebirth.

Or at least there is, until you begin to make excuses to leave.

"Just came up for some air," you explain, not looking to engage in conversation with him. If anything, you just feel like you're losing your breath.

He nods. Purses his lips. Turns away from you. Hopes you'll come to join him.

There's a you-sized spot right beside him. Hayun had tried forcing her way in, but the fit just wasn't right.

His broad shoulders widen as his elbows rest back upon the wall, body silhouetted in the skyline. Something about him today feels so new. So different. Maybe it's just the hair - but hair holds history. You feel like he's cut you out of his. Is starting afresh, maybe.

Whatever the case, he's clearly not concerned in inviting you into his current narrative. Is quite literally blocking you out.

You had arrived to find him locked in conversation with Hayun. Engaged. He'd watched her walk away, and the moment she was gone, couldn't stand the sight of you, or so it seems.

And so as Jeongguk waits - wishes - for you to walk towards him and slink your arm around his waist, you decide to cut your losses. Hadn't even come up to the roof to see him. Had been hoping to be alone after the whole Seokjin debacle.

It's not like you hadn't known Seokjin would be in attendance tonight.

He had messaged you to confirm the date. You just hadn't expected him to waltz in like a proud partner, parading you around in front of his colleagues.

So yeah, you had been shocked. Had been unable to respond in a way that accurately conveyed how you felt. Had panicked. Had cried in the storage room that Danbi had dragged you into while she gave you a pep talk and wiped away your stray tears, before suggesting you get some air.

You wonder if perhaps she knew Jeongguk would be here. Seems likely, knowing her.

Your lip trembles as you go to speak, unspoken words vibrating between them. There's no sound. Just the city. The cars, and the revellers from a bar a few blocks down. Jazz music echoing up the stairs to the rooftop, too.

And then there's Jeongguk's voice. Quiet. Controlled. Commanding.

"The first bird," he says. Looks down as he does so. Builds his confidence, then turns around to look at you. Is displeased to see your body facing away from him now, about to walk away - as if you hadn't instantly turned your head to look at him. "The first one. We went to the water park. Some guy looked at you in a way you didn't like, and you went straight on over and told him to stop being a perv. Remember?"

Of course you do.

But you say nothing. Do nothing. Just turn your body. Let him know you're listening. He continues.

"You know your limits, B. You know your boundaries."

You nod, now. Still stay silent.

Jeongguk's jaw grates, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. You're avoiding his confrontation, just like you've been avoiding all talks of anything serious since that day at the cafe.

And it's pissing him off.

"So why do you let him overstep them?" Jeongguk continues - and finally, this accusation gets a rise from you.

"I don't let him do anything," you scoff - and then you accuse. "You're the one I've just found hiding up on the rooftop with your ex. What about those boundaries, huh?"

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. Turns away from you. Looks out over the city, and wishes it would swallow him whole. "You've got no fuckin' idea, B. No idea."

"So then tell me!" You say, as if it's as easy as reciting your ABC's. "I'm not a mind reader-"

"And nor am I!" He says sternly, but doesn't raise his voice any higher than yours. "You've spent half the week ignoring me, only for you to barely even look at me now. You're not even wearing any glitter -"

"Why does that even matter?" You interrupt, unsure exactly of what he's trying to say.

Is the lack of glitter intentional? Yes.

Is it for the reasons he assumes? Probably not.

"'Cause we both know he fuckin' hates it," he snaps, decidedly far more pissed off now that he's speaking his thoughts into existence. "We both know you didn't wear it because of him in the past. So for you to show up with no glitter? Let him leech all over you? After he sent you all those fucking roses, and you won't fucking talk to me? Tell me what I'm supposed to think, huh?"

"Why does it even matter to you?" You fight back. It takes two to tango, and he seems to know the steps pretty fucking well. "You've been ignoring me too-"

"It matters to me because you might be fucking pregnant, B!"

Silence shatters around you both. Steals any words that could be said in the wake of such a declaration.

You roll your eyes. Do a fantastic job at pretending as if you don't feel like your world is caving in on itself.

"No, you don't get to treat me like I'm being irrational when you've been drinking cranberry juice all evening," he scathes, the frustrated gestures of his hands letting you know just how upset he is - and rightly so. "You don't get to act like you've not been thinking about it too."

"We don't even know if I'm pregnant-"

"And who's fault is that?!

"Gguk-"

"No, you're being such an asshole about this, B. This doesn't affect just you. This affects me too, okay?

Shaking his head, Jeongguk turns away from you. The way you're behaving is so unlike you, or so he thought. Maybe he didn't know you as well as he thought. Maybe he did get wrapped up in fallacies of you; in the what if.

"I fucking defended you," he says quietly. Isn't even sure if you can hear him. Doesn't care. Shakes his head and lets it dip between his disappointed shoulders. You'd be forgiven for think he was giving his next words careful thought. In all reality, he just starts ranting. "When he was at the tennis club, and was chatting shit, I defended you. Me . And yet you're more concerned with keeping up appearances for him ."

"You did what ?"

Now that he's started, Jeongguk can't stop. Not when he turns around. Not when he looks at you. Not when he starts to walk towards you.

"I insinuated we were together to get him to shut the fuck up," Jeongguk scoffs, thinking about his former self. Is embarrassed, now. Is letting his frustrations show because fuck it . He's hurting . Feels like a deer bleeding out on the side of a road, left to rot by some asshole driver who rammed straight into him at a hundred miles per hour. "So he's out here, showing up to your event, putting moves on you - even though he thinks you're with someone else - and you're fucking giving him the green light. Real fuckin' nice of him. A stand up guy. Respect must be his middle name. You really know how to pick 'em, B."

"Literally, how was I supposed to know any of that?!" You ask, eyes wide, brows furrowed. These new revelations are just as devastating as they are infuriating. All you can do is repeat a previous sentiment. "I'm not a fucking mind reader!"

But Jeongguk's irate now. Comical, almost, in how he downplays his anger.

"Oh, well, forgive me for assuming that you wouldn't bend to your exes every fucking whim!" He exclaims, a sarcastic smile on his face that snaps to a scowl within an instant. "I didn't think it was important because I thought you were beyond that point-"

"You're being cruel," you interrupt him, because he is. He knows how hard you've worked. Has been with you every step of the way - but this is how he views you?

"Me?" He laughs. It's cold.

"Yes," you say. "You."

"Nah." He shakes his head. Casts his eyes to the floor, 'cause looking at you like this only makes him feel even more frustrated with the current state of affairs. "Cruel is what Seokjin's doing right now - but you're giving him a free pass."

"I'm not. I don't want him leeching all over me," you say quietly, ashamed, turning away from him as you walk across the roof. Crouching, you bundle yourself up protectively, as if it'll make a difference. As if you can shield yourself from your friendship with Jeongguk as it comes crashing down on you both.

The only thing that makes any fucking sense to either of you right now is that you'd do it all again.

He'd ruin the friendship a million times over.

Not because he doesn't care, or because he's okay with losing you. Quite the opposite.

He'd ruin the friendship because - fuck it - that isn't what this is. The friendship flew out the window months ago. Maybe he was too late to realise it. Maybe he should have tried to claw it back in - but what use would that have been? It would have been wounded. Scratched to smithereens. Damaged.

Standing up straight, you curse at the sky. Are saddened by how few stars are out. Feels like they're shying away. Maybe they're ashamed, too.

"I have to head back," you say. Are defeated as you turn to face Jeongguk. "Tae's doing his speech, soon."

Jeongguk nods. Looks to the floor. Doesn't want you to go. Knows he hasn't exactly done anything to make it worth staying.

Both struggling with the current state of affairs, there's no one to blame. Joint bad decisions have led you here.

But he wants you close. Wants things to feel normal. Is willing to do anything.

"Look, your ex is down there being a prick," Jeongguk sighs. He waits for a moment. Lets you work out what he's gonna say in your own head. Wants to see your reaction before any of his bias comes into play. "He thinks we're together.... The best way to get him off your back?"

Your lips part ever so slightly. A crease forms between your brows, but your eyes remain kind. "Gguk..."

Shrugging, he plays off the weight of a suggestion he hasn't even vocalised yet. "He thinks we're together. Makes sense for us to act like we are."

For reasons you can't explain, the idea of other people seeing you and Jeongguk act intimately towards one another fills you with fear. It's not like it's an abhorrent thing - but to see the way your friends look at you as you present yourselves as a couple is to see their genuine reaction to it. If they're disgusted, you'll know that you're not suited. If they're elated, it will only play into these weird feelings that you've been having and are so desperately trying to avoid.

Eyes scanning him, you try and work out what he thinks of it all. If he's disgusted, you could probably live with that.

If he's elated?

Makes you feel queasy. Scared.

He holds out his hand. Knocks his head to the side. "C'mon. Face those fears of yours. Hold my hand."

It's bizarre, how Jeongguk has quite literally licked your arse, and yet this feels like the most obscene thing he's ever asked of you.

When you arrive back in the main room, Jeongguk stands behind you, ever so slightly to the side. Loops his arm around your waist. It's unintentional, the way his hand comes to rest over your stomach. Fingers splayed, he pulls your back to his chest, and you pretend like you're able to stand up straight without his support. Pretend as if the world around you isn't caving in on itself.

It wouldn't matter, even if it was. You're safe here. Safe with him.

And yet you insist on pushing him away.

"I wouldn't stand like this with a boyfriend," you say. "Too overbearing."

"Well, I would stand with a girlfriend like this," he assures you. The fingers that aren't firmly keeping your stomach protected come to your chin. Encourage it to the side. Get you looking at him. "I'd stand with her like this," he whispers, glances behind you so briefly that you almost miss it. "And when her ex boyfriend is looking in our direction - of which he is now - I'd kiss her."

"That wouldn't be very professional," you whisper.

"No," he acknowledges. "I don't suppose it would be."

He pulls away.

"I'll let you get on," he says. "The second he even so much as breathes in your direction, you come to me."

"Gguk-"

"You make your excuses and you come to me."

"I can handle it."

"Fine then," he shrugs. Begins to turn away, but makes sure to say, "I'll come to you."

And despite the deep-rooted need for you to prove yourself, there's a stranger sitting next to your determination. She goes by the name of Desire. And all she does is fucking laugh.

As Jeongguk rejoins his usual crowd, he's met with silence.

"Hmm?" He hums, reaching over for the glass Jimin is holding. Doesn't know what he's drinking. Doesn't ask. Downs it. Hands it back. "What are we talking about?"

Mouths a little ajar, neither Taehyung nor Danbi quite know what to make of what's happening, nor the foul mood that so clearly has a grip on their friend.

"Riveting," Jeongguk says sarcastically, when the silence lasts for a little too long. "No, really. Please go on."

But then, right on cue, Seokjin is heading in your direction, and Jeongguk may as well be bleeding through his tear ducts, given how red his sight is.

Bolting for you, Jeongguk almost knocks into one of the waiting staff. Spends a short moment apologising, then makes sure to interact with the people standing behind you. Has never seen them before in his life. Has no idea who they are - yet he greets them like old friends. Wants Seokjin to question his place. Wants him to think that Jeongguk is so much more important than he actually is.

And when he arrives to find Seokjin already speaking with you?

Yeah. Ain't no way he's letting him win.

Jeongguk does not give a fuck. Does not care about the opinions of anyone else. The world around him is burning red, flames that refuse to flicker out - and you crash through them like a beam of white light. A shooting star that offers the promise of something better. Something new.

Imposing in his stance, Jeongguk comes to stand beside you. Offers his hand out to Seokjin.

"Ah! Seojoon," he says, deliberately getting the wrong name, and not caring that maybe it's indicative of the fact your former fling has also been on his mind. Fine! Maybe he's obsessed with the fact other people have more of a claim on your romantic history than he does. Sue him. "We met at the golf course, remember?"

Seokjin doesn't correct Jeongguk on the incorrect name, nor the incorrect location. Knows exactly what he's doing. Shakes his hand.

"Jeongguk, yes. You had to run off pretty quick, no? Didn't get a chance to rally."

Oh, but we did, Jeongguk thinks. Knows it's a good job he didn't stick around. Would have probably thrown a racquet at Seokjin's face. Accidentally.

"Mm," Jeongguk nods. Protectively grips the nape of your neck. "Had plans. Maybe next time."

Seokjin nods. "Maybe."

The tension between the men is getting thicker.

Soon, you won't be able to breathe.

So you smile towards your ex, and say, "Excuse us."

Which only serves to piss Jeongguk off. This is your shot. Your chance to show Seokjin how little you care - and instead, you want to run away. Un-fucking-believable.

Still he smiles at Seokjin, as if he knows something that he doesn't. Wants him questioning this interaction for weeks. Regretting. Lamenting.

"See you around," Jeongguk says pleasantly, as you lead him down the hallway, your pace getting angrier with each step. He rolls his eyes. Knows you're gonna wanna fight, and thinks fuck it. Will just let it happen this time. Can't be fucked with keeping the peace.

The janitor's closet you had visited with Danbi is down this hallway, and it's where you're headed. Want privacy. Need it.

Especially 'cause Jeongguk's spouting off like a facetious twat before you're even inside. "Worst fake girlfriend I've ever had."

"I don't know how I'm supposed to pretend to be your fucking girlfriend!" You hiss quietly once you're inside, as Jeongguk knocks across the latch on the door, as if anyone else would even think to be in a janitor's closet right now.

You only know the door passcode from when you had been setting up, and even that was a lucky guess. Had just tried the code that works for another door in the gallery when Danbi had dragged you here, too.

"Well, it's not that fucking hard!" He hisses back, trying the handle just to make sure it doesn't open.

"Apparently it is!" You reply childishly.

Turning to face you, Jeongguk is obscured by the lack of light coming in through the small window on the back wall. You can barely see one another, 'cause neither of you have flicked the light on - and quite frankly, you don't want to. It's easier to fight when you can't see how delicate he looks, or how handsome his jaw is when it flexes out of frustration.

"Oh fuck off," he laughs, but it isn't humorous. "Even the caricature artist in Busan had to ask if we were a couple. We are perfectly capable of looking like one."

"I'm sure she asks everyone that!"

"Oh, piss off-"

"Fine!" You say defiantly, barging past him. If he wants you to piss off, then you will. He's the one who got you into this mess. Frankly, you don't give a shit at this point - but the door won't budge. Lock won't move. You yank on the door, as if that will help.

For all of Jeongguk's internalised frustration, he smirks, now. Folds his arm. Perches his ass on the counter by the sink.

Trying to prize the latch open, you're stupidly worried about breaking a nail - but you refuse to ask for help. Look to the side for something you can use for leverage. Can only see mops. Half think about throwing one at Jeongguk.

He doesn't interrupt your struggle. Doesn't tell you that there's a second latch towards the top of the door.

"If you don't let me out, then God help me, Jeongguk, I will scream," you threaten. "I will scream so fucking loudly that everyone hears, and then I'll let you explain why you wouldn't let me out."

Jeongguk laughs. "Go on then."

But you don't. You won't. This is somewhere you hope to work, one day. You can't risk embarrassing yourself over something as pathetic as this.

If you do, then it means Seokjin has won.

Jeongguk is many things. He's frustrating, and confusing, and yet simple and straightforward. He's an oxymoron, and on occasion, just a moron. At the crux of his identity though, is a good human. There is one thing he is not, and that is cruel.

So he stands. Sighs. Walks towards you and leans up to the latch you've neglected to touch. Puts a hand on your waist to steady himself, not that he really needs to. Pulls the lock free. Doesn't let go of your waist, but he isn't keeping you trapped. You're free to fly.

And yet you stay put, breath hitched in your throat, time standing still for a moment.

"Go," Jeongguk says quietly, his raspy voice affecting you in ways that it shouldn't be right now.

But to go would be to give him what he wants - and you absolutely do not want to do that.

Most importantly, you don't want to leave. Would gladly fight with him right now, 'cause at least you're actually talking.

"You go," you reply childishly.

"Me?" He laughs. Comes a little closer. Practically whispers in your ear. "B, you're the one who wanted to go. So, go."

"Maybe I've changed my mind."

He scoffs. "Fine."

It's a childish back and forth. One of you needs to grow up, and take control of the situation - and as Jeongguk's hand grips your waist a little tighter and spins you round, it's evident who is taking that role.

There's a dominant assertion to the way he moves you. You've seen this side of him a few times, but it never fails to take your breath away.

Hands pinned above your head all rather suddenly, a single one of his palms can keep both of your wrists suspended. It's always driven you a little wild before - but he's pissing you off. Every little thing he does will annoy you, now. Even the sexy shit.

In fact, especially the sexy shit.

The hand of his that isn't clamped around your wrists comes to the base of your throat, and you can't help but gasp a little in surprise.

His voice is deep and low as he tells you to 'say chess.'

But you shake your head. Won't do a damn thing he tells you. "No."

He grips tighter. "Tell me to stop."

"No."

"Fine then," he husks. Presses his knee between your thighs. Spreads them. Drops the hand from your throat to your hips. Get you positioned just right. Pulls you further up his thigh. Encroaches on your personal space.

"Stop acting like you don't know how to fake things." His voice is dulcet. "Your ex should be pretty used to it."

"Hardly the same thing, is it?" You hiss back, but Jeongguk laughs, and presses a kiss to the side of your ear. Then the lobe. Then beneath your ear. Down your throat. Stops only once he reaches your collarbone. Raises his eyes. Looks directly at you.

"I'm gonna make you cum," he tells you with arrogant certainty. "For real. You're not gonna fake that. Gonna make you cum, and then you're gonna hold my hand in front of your ex-boyfriend and fake that like a good girl."

The energy he's radiating is electric; the right amount of jealousy and desire making you the only thing his brain can focus on for longer than a second at a time.

"Gguk-" you gasp as he pushes your hips down. The leverage is crappy, the angle not quite right, but the intention is there.

Jeongguk glances over his shoulder, to check he wasn't imagining the chair he swore he noticed earlier, and almost thanks the God he doesn't believe in when his eyes land on it.

He turns back to face you. Lets your hands drop from above your head. Cups your jaw. Brushes his lips against yours.

"You're gonna be a good girl for me, aren't you, B?" He says, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. Doesn't it let it linger. You don't get a chance to kiss him back, for he's moving you both to the chair. He sits, legs parted, and gets you straddled across his thigh. You're right where he wants you. "You're gonna ride my thigh and cum like a good fuckin' girl."

The satin of your panties rubs against his slacks without him even trying.

Hands beneath your dress, he squeezes at the flesh of your ass, spreading you. Pulls you up his thigh. Lets you build a motion. Encourages it.

He doesn't complain when your hands tangle in his hair. It surprises you at first, just how short it is. You've never experienced it like this. It almost distracts you from what's actually happening.

But then one of his hands comes to toy with your chest as you continue to ride his thigh. The neckline makes it so fucking easy for him. He gets you exposed, but doesn't keep it that way for long. Latches onto your nipple as soon as he fucking can. Groans against you, and then the sensation of his vibrating tongue forces the wetness to seep from your cunt.

Your rhythm against his thigh is well-established, now. Both of his hands are free to tug down on the top of your dress.

It's a pretty dress. Gorgeous, in fact, and you look incredible in it - but all he wants to do is take it off. Wants you naked.

For now, he'll settle with your satin-covered cunt rubbing up against him, and your tits nice and exposed for him to toy with. He's using you for his own gratification, and you're doing just the same.

His tongue flicks against your nipples, hands squeezing your tits firmly together. He sucks. Squeezes. Grazes his teeth. Makes you feel so fucking good. Part of you thinks he'll get you cumming just from the contact of his lips with your hardened nipples - but the way his strong thigh is acting as the perfect ridge? Fuck .

"I'm close," you promise as the pleasure trickles through your bloodstream like warm honey. Sweet, and delicate, there's something about orgasms earned by Jeongguk that always makes you feel like you've ascended. Heaven really is a place on earth. Remarkably, it appears to be in a janitor's closet with all of your closest friends just down the hallway.

Jeongguk nods. Slowly pulls away from your nipples, the suction so pleasurable you can't help but whine. "I won't stop you."

He means it. Keeps your nipples wet with his spit, tongue lapping against them, as your hips buck against him. Your whines get a little deeper. Friction stronger. Breaths needier.

And then, as soon as your body begins to shudder that tell-tale way, he lets his tongue loose.

"That's it, beautiful," he husks. Looks at you with stark adorned eyes. "Come on me like the pretty slut you are. What would they think, huh? If everyone here knew what you were doing? Be louder, baby. Let them know. Let them know how much you like to cum for me."

You whimper his name as your grind begins to ease - but Jeongguk doesn't let it. Uses both of his hands. Grabs your ass. Is intentional with the way he bounces his thigh up against you, forcing the sensation to jolt through you once more. Elbows on his shoulders, head buried in the crook of his neck, you're whining as he overstimulates you.

"God, I'll cum again," you tell him, teeth grazing his neck. He kinda likes the pain. Likes that he'll be waking up with a hickie, no doubt.

"Good," he grits. Is rough with your body. Wants that second orgasm, and he wants it now.

"Gguk-" you whimper, but can't manage to say anything more, the wave of pleasure taking over you so much faster. Chest heaving, you're unable to do anything other than languidly grind until your body stops. Hearts beating in sync, Jeongguk is so overwhelmed by how good it is to feel you come undone for him, he almost doesn't notice the way you begin to palm his incredibly hard crotch.

"Shit," he hisses. This was supposed to be about you. He shouldn't be letting you do this - and yet he's reaching for his belt. Is frantic as he unbuckles. Opens up his pants. Takes over from you. Dips his hands into his underwear. Wraps his hand around his hard, leaky cock. Smears the precum from his tip all over his head. Wants it in your mouth - but has other, more pressing ideas. "Can you stand for me, baby?"

Barely. Shaky on your legs, you do your best. Let him guide you - thankfully, to the door. Back pressed against it, Jeongguk gets you to hold the skirt of your dress up. Pushes your panties down, but only just enough to expose a small amount of your cunt. They're still around the top of your thighs, slick with evidence of your orgasm.

Jeongguk lines himself up. Rests the head of his cock against the edge of your underwear. Tells you, "I'm gonna cum in them. Gonna cum in your panties, and then you're gonna wear them all fuckin' evening."

"Please," is all you pathetically whimper.

It doesn't take long for him to get there. He's been worked up all week. He wanks himself off for you. Whines. Whispers shit about how hot you are. How much he likes doing shit like this.

Jeongguk grips onto your arm as his climax hits. Body doubling, he has no choice but to let his forehead rest on your shoulder.

"I'm cumming. Fuck. Fuck," Jeongguk curses. Tilts his head. Presses a wet kiss to the base of your neck as his body jolts and the first rope of cum spurts into your underwear. "Fuck, baby."

"That's it," you encourage, obsessed with the way he's whimpering, body all weak and feeble as it shakes for you.

He groans now. Grips his cock even tighter. Milks himself for all he's worth. Fucking ruins your underwear. Lets the top of his cock rub up against your clit. Massages your slick and his cum together. "Fuck."

When he finally pulls away, he says nothing. Immediately pulls his pants up as if he can't believe what he's just done, then pulls your panties up, too. Hooks the sides over your hips, pulling the mess he's made tightly to your soaked cunt. Cups his hand over your heat. Presses. Rubs. Teases little circles over your clit. Presses down more firmly. Builds speed.

"Gguk," you whine, grabbing onto his shoulders.

"Again, baby," he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Cum again for me."

"I can't," you whine, the overstimulation about to kick in - but he dismisses it. Knows that if you wanted him to stop, you'd say 'chess'.

"You can, baby," he promises. Uses the hand that isn't massaging your clit to angle your jaw. Doesn't even think as he steals a pretty little kiss from your lips. Doesn't realise it begins to send you over the edge. "You're gonna cum like you're mine."

And how can you do anything else but succumb to his demands?

Lips on his, brows furrowed together, he swallows all of your pretty little whines, as your body shudders for him. He keeps you steady. Keeps you supported. Keeps his tongue in your mouth, and his hand rubbing your panties. Doesn't ease up until you pull away from his lips.

"Gguk," you pant. "Please."

Nodding, he eases slowly. Doesn't wanna let go too quickly. Keeps kissing you. Won't stop that. Never wants to stop that. Is still annoyed with you, yes, but knows he has a duty of care, now. Also knows he'd never forgive himself if he didn't take every chance he gets to kiss you.

When he finally pulls away, forehead resting against yours, he's spent. You're both panting, both struggling to formulate any words in the wake of such a devastating orgasm.

Brushing a few strands of hair back from your face, Jeongguk closes his eyes. Nudges his nose against yours. Shows a little restraint. Whispers, "You've got a show to return to."

Nodding, you shake a little from his grip. Say nothing as you adjust your dress. Try your best to ignore the thick pool of his cum that's gathered in your panties. The tops of your thighs will end up smeared in the evidence of him, and, quite disgustingly, it only serves to make you even more turned on.

"I'll follow behind you," he promises as he begins to sort himself out, too.

Nodding, you're a little unsure of exactly what to do. You're scared that someone will know. That you'll leak.

"I'm scared," you admit. Explain your worry. He rolls his eyes, but smiles as he does, so.

He tugs on your hands, and props you up against the counter towards the back of the small room. Spreads your legs. Assesses fuckin' nothing, 'cause it's so dark in the room - but knows your pussy almost as well as he knows his own name. Licks to the left of your lips. To the right. Ends in one thick stripe up the centre. Sucks ever so gently once he reaches your clit. Knows that your cunt - your leaky, needy, hole that he loves to stretch out so much - must be going insane from the lack of attention it's getting.

"You'll be okay," he assures you. Stands, and gives your pussy a playful spank. "C'mon. You've got horny old dudes to schmooze."

"Is that gonna get you off?" you tease slightly, your annoyance with him a little subdued.

"Maybe," he shrugs, already knowing it mostly likely will. "You're gonna walk around that gallery covered in my cum, and no one else but us is gonna know it," he smirks, the gravity of what he's just done finally kicking in. Cups your jaw. Presses a kiss to your lips. Husks, "You're gonna go out there and act like you're mine - 'cause right now, you are."

You don't argue against it.

The pair of you meander down the corridor in near silence. His hand is on your back, but your arms are tentatively folded across your chest. Each step is accompanied by your keen ears checking for audible evidence of your sin.

So caught up in your own worries, you don't notice how quiet the gallery itself is. How few people seem to be milling about. How the main lights are on now, and how it only seems to be those wearing 'staff' lanyards within the main space.

Pursing his lips as he realises, Jeongguk tries not to laugh.

"Oh, shit," you whisper, pulling on his wrist so you can check the time on his watch. 10:13. The show was scheduled to finish at 10, but you're sure most people will have filtered out before then. Have no idea what the time was when Jeongguk had dragged you away from the main room.

"S'fine," he mumbles. Grips a little tighter on your waist. Doesn't let you pull away, like he fears you will now that appearances don't need to be kept up.

You don't. Instead, your arms drop from their position over your chest, and reach for his hand, guiding him the direction of the (now unmanned) cloak room.

There's little chatter as you grab your coats - the only ones left there.

"Need to show you something," you mumble, digging into your pockets, and pulling out half a dozen empty tubes.

Jeongguk looks at you with a sense of frayed confusion - but if he were to thread the strings together, he'd see the bigger picture.

Dusted in fine glitter of different colours, the tubes don't seem out of the ordinary for you. Is totally the kind of thing he'd expect to see in your pockets.

Quietly, you grit your teeth together. Suck in a little air. Are embarrassed to admit what you've done.

But the person in front of you is your best friend. Even with judgement will come acceptance. There always is. Honesty is the least you owe him.

"I know I'm not wearing any glitter," you start slowly. Hold the empty tubes up, then toss them into the bin beside the concierge table. Knock your head to the side and encourage him to start walking with you. He does.

He also reaches into his own pocket, and pulls out his car keys. Passes them over to you. "Might be above the limit. Can you drive?"

Glancing over to him, shocked by the request, you double check. "Are you sure?"

He nods. "You can crash at mine. It's fine."

Despite it all, there's still no one else he wants to end the night with. No girl he'd rather take home. Platonic or romantic.

"Sleep, I mean," he adds. "Not physically crash the car. Please don't crash my car."

You just smile. Nod. After the hideousness of the week spent barely talking to him, there's nothing you want more than to just feel like things are still normal.

"So the tubes?" he asks as you reach the car. He lets you unlock it, but adjusts the seat for you before letting you get in. Also puts his jacket down on the cushion, just in case your underwear gives up on protecting your decency.

"Thanks," you say, stroking the side of his waist tenderly as he makes way for you and waits for him to get in before you start the car up. You get onto the main road, and make sure you've got your bearings before finally explaining yourself. "It was plausible deniability. The lack of glitter, I mean. Was deliberate."

"What do you mean?" He asks, reaching for the gearstick. Doesn't care if your hand is on it. Wants to hold it. You ignore his actions. Just let him intertwine his fingers with yours.

"I mean, the less glitter on me, the less credibility Jin would have when it comes to arguing that I'm the person who's emptied half a dozen tubes of glitter into his incredibly expensive formal winter coat."

Jeongguk says nothing for a moment. Plays out the idea of you stealthily depositing millions of glitter specks into a jacket that costs more than his yearly rent. Is slow to ask, "...which pockets?"

And you're slow to reply, "... All the ones I could find. Outside, inside. Secret pocket in the lining."

And then Jeongguk is laughing. Really fucking laughing. Looks over to you, and your bunched up little face, and is overcome a sense of pride he usually only feels for these gallery shows, or when a bird of yours is completed. The kinda pride that is reserved for you, and for your accomplishments.

"Shut up," you giggle now, too. "I know it's childish but-"

"No," he shakes his head. Can't stop smiling. "It's brilliant. Dunno if you've heard, but apparently glitter is a bitch to get out."

"Yeah," you grin. "I've been told that a few times."

And suddenly the events of the evening seem to feel less burdensome. Warmer. More pleasant.

You don't bother with small talk, and nor does he. Are just happy to exist together, and this state of ease lasts right up until you're in his apartment, shoes off, standing a little awkwardly in his living room.

Jimin is out. Everyone is. There are a million messages in your group chat asking where you are. You'll just reply in the morning. Too busy, now.

"I need to shower," you say, a little timid.

Jeongguk nods. "Same."

"Join me?"

To your surprise, he hesitates.

"You're the reason I need one in the first place," you remind him. "Please."

He looks down. Shakes his head. "I don't trust us."

"Nor do I," you tell him. "But this whole thing has been hell on earth, Gguk. I've hated it."

"Me too."

"I don't think..." you sigh. Don't want to share your conclusion, but know you need to. "I don't think careless fucking around is worth it. It's definitely not worth losing you."

"So what are you saying?"

Gesturing towards yourself, you grimace a little. "I'm saying we sort out the current... mess. Get showered. Whatever. Head to the pharmacy in the morning for the emergency pill, just in case - and then a few days from now, I'll take an actual test. Just wanna make sure my system is settled, first. And then, providing it all goes well, we sort ourselves out. Stop fucking around."

Jeongguk says nothing. Just sort of looks at you as if you've just hung up a new star in the sky, or something absurd like that. Nods. "Alright."

You're well aware that you shouldn't look at Jeongguk in the way that you do; that you shouldn't stand in his living room, and let the dress that you've been hoping would keep him focused on you all night drop to the floor.

He's well aware that he shouldn't look at you in the way that he does; like you're some kind of star to wish upon.

And yet you both do. He wishes. You grant his wishes.

There's a mess to clean up in the morning. Jeongguk can't shake the look on the faces of his friends from his mind. Knows that you need to cover your tracks.

But for now, he doesn't care.

Your dress is on the floor, and his heart is yours.

Though he'll always define you as his best friend, he knows that the way he wants you goes beyond the scope of that. Knows that there's no going back.

"Byeol," he whispers.

"Koo," you whisper right back.

He smiles. Shakes his head. "I love it when you call me that."

You nod. smile, too. "I love the way you smile when I call you that."

He's right not to trust the pair of you together. Right to assume that a shower is a bad decision. Right to think that the second he has you naked, he won't care about the consequences.

Quite frankly, he couldn't give a fuck. Skin on skin, he indulges in you. The way you feel, the way you sound. Pretends like it's normal, holding your waist as he peppers kisses up your neck. Tells himself it's not unusual for friends to let their hands roam. It's all about trust. Mutual adoration. Desire. Want. Careful carelessness.

You don't kiss him, at least. Not in the shower.

No, you don't kiss him... until you're in his sheets.

Neither of you got dressed after the shower. Went to bed naked with the promise of sleep - and yet somehow you're straddled across his lap at two in the morning, hips slowly grinding to get the feeling of fullness you love so much from Jeongguk.

"After this-" you husk into his lips, but he breaks your sentence with yet another kiss. You don't mind. "After this, we've gotta start taking shit carefully."

He nods. "Mhmm. Whatever you say."

"Gguk-"

"Byeol, please," he smiles. "I'm literally inside you. Can you at least wait until we're done to give me ultimatums?"

Laughing, you cup his jaw. Kiss him again, just because you want to. Because you can. "Yeah. My bad."

Sitting back up, Jeongguk watches on in a state of adoration as your body moves for him. So often the one to take the lead, he's letting you have control, now. Letting you ride him. Letting himself succumb to everything you are.

"Shit," he whines, back arching, head pressing into his pillows. Fingers gripping your hips, he thrashes his own upwards. Thrusts up into you like a man possessed. Gets your body all weak and feeble from the overwhelming pleasure he's delivering - and when your hand dips to toy with your clit? Oh, it doubles. Trebles.

"You're so fucking hot," he tells you. "Yeah. Play with yourself for me. That's it, baby."

Panting, you tap on his chest with your spare hand. "Hips. Slow."

He does what he's told even if he absolutely doesn't want to. Let you bounce slowly. Reaches up to hold one of your tits as you do so. Wants them in his mouth. Finds himself grinning when he thinks of how much he's changed since you first started fucking around together.

"God, I fuckin' love this," he whines a little mindlessly. Doesn't bother clarifying what 'this' is.

The hand of yours that's wrapped around his wrist begins to tighten. Nails dig in. Tiny pretty whines of satisfaction escape your lips. Eyes close. Speed of the hand rubbing circles on your clit increases. Sitting on his cock, he's keeping you stretched. Full. Lets you do whatever the fuck you like, 'cause he knows you're working your way up. Loves to watch it more than anything. Gets himself off sometimes thinking about it.

Leaning forward a little, you reach for his phone. Slide it open to his camera.

He narrows his eyes. "Whatcha doing there?"

Whiney as you manage to speak, Jeongguk thinks you must be a direct descendant of Aphrodite. "Giving you permission," you hum, passing his phone back to him, already recording.

He looks to the screen, a little red button in the middle and a time running through on the top. Raises his brow. "Sure?"

You're putting on a show for him, yes, but none of it is faked. This is as real as it gets.

"Oh, fuck yeah," he husks as he can feel your walls tighten. "Like that. Like that. Fuck ." Pulses his hips ever so slightly. Sneaks his hand to join yours. Takes over. "Cum all over my cock, baby. Yeah. Yeah, that's it, babe."

"Gguk, I'm so close."

"I know," he coos. "Let yourself. I'm here."

"You're so big," you tell him, just so he has evidence of it. Know it will do his ego wonders. "Makes me feel so good."

"Show me how good it feels. Cum for me. Please. I need this. Need you ."

And when you finally do?

Oh, it's glorious.

"There she is," Jeongguk praises. Doesn't bother to stop recording. Tosses his phone to the side. Pulls you in for a million kisses. "God, you're so pretty when you cum. So fuckin' pretty."

His hips continue to gently rock, his orgasm far less violent than yours. You only really know it's happening cause he grunts. Gets a little breathless. Hugs around your back as his legs begin to shake, and eventually he manages to shakily whisper, "it's yours. All yours."

You just assume he means his cock, or cum, or something vulgar like that - and while it would be correct, it's not what he means. Not at all.

He holds you as you sleep that night. Has no interest in pretending like he wants to be less than what you are right now.

But come the morning, you're cracking jokes together like you've never nearly made declarations you'd never be able to take back. Hang out, as if he wouldn't rather eat you out. Make a to-do list. Laugh, as it's titled 'Fixing the Star-Fuckers Fuck-Up'.

You make a trip out of the list. Go to a pharmacy a few towns over. Grab a drive-thru Maccies breakfast. Get absolutely slated when you order a Shanghai Snack Wrap instead of a classic egg McMuffin.

"Can't believe we're friends," Jeongguk says, disgusted by the fact you're choosing to have something from the all-day menu. "Can't believe we fuck ."

"Fucked," you remind him, and remember that you've a pill you need to take. Pop it out of the foil, and swallow it down with a chug of Jeongguk's drink. "Past tense."

"Yeah, sorry," Jeongguk grins. It's easier to pretend like the idea of not fucking doesn't phase him. "My bad."

His pretty grin swiftly disappears three days later as he paces around your apartment living room, waiting on the result from a little pink stick that's sitting on top of your toilet. You're in the living room, too. Don't wanna check it. Nor does he.

So you play rock paper scissors.

Jeongguk loses.

And as you nervously await your fate, all you hear from your bathroom is a single word.

"Fuck."

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1 - Coming Back Home

Part 2

Eclipse of the Heart

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Opening the backside door of my truck eyeing the objects laying in the seat in front of me. Yanking the zipper of my duffel bag open I sighed seeing wooden stakes, wooden arrows and some vervain darts inside of it. The only double life I have ever known.

"You cock the barrel like this, point at the heart and shoot." My mother explained to me by cocking a handgun in her hands right in front of me.

My father was watching my younger sister Caroline at home allowing her time to take me down to the firing range and no one would question because she was the town Sheriff. "Why isn't Caroline learning this too, mom?"

"Because she's far too young for it, Jaid." She answered my question tucking some loose strands behind my ear that had come out of my ponytail.

I nodded understanding her response. "Do I have to do this?"

"It's the only way I know you'll be able to protect yourself when I can't always be there." She said back to me offering out the handgun in her hands for me to take from her.

Sucking in a breath I picked it up feeling the cold metal touching my fingers. Wrapping my fingers completely around the gun I aimed it at the target down the range. "One…two…three." I muttered to myself doing my best to keep my eyes open when I fired it off.

"That's fairly good for your first time." The target paper came up with a push of a button so we could both see the end result. My mother grasped a hand on my shoulder when I lowered the gun looking at her, the small smile gone in an instant. "Now do it again and again until you don't miss."

Slinging the duffel bag over my shoulder I closed the truck door and headed up to our front door. Walking upstairs to my old bedroom I knew I had a whole backseat to unpack but it didn't matter right now. I couldn't stay at college knowing that our mother had probably already been teaching my sister about the supernatural like she did me.

I loved my mother, don't get me wrong. But the day I turned sixteen she decided to tell me the truth about what the council was hiding from the rest of the town. The truth that vampires still existed.

Stuffing the bag in my closet I heard someone coming so I slipped a small stake underneath my pant leg and a heart necklace with some vervain inside hanging around my neck. Shrugging a red leather jacket on I hid the jewelry underneath my shirt before someone entered my bedroom. "Jaid-o-raid, I can't believe you're home!"

"Care Bear!" I squealed, spinning around on my feet seeing my sister standing in the doorway. We both ran over to one another and embraced in a tight yet warm hug after being apart for so long.

She finally broke the hug holding onto my forearms. "I can't believe you're home. Wait, did I miss family weekend so you came all this way to see me?"

"No you didn't miss anything. I just felt that I needed to be home. Plus I've missed you bunches." I shrugged my shoulders through part of a lie. She didn't know that I was terrified that our mother had already turned her into a hunter.

She grinned brightly at me. "Well I'm glad you're home. And since you are, you should come to the back to school bonfire tonight."

"I technically don't think I'm allowed since I'm not in high school anymore."

My younger sister slightly rolled her eyes. "That doesn't matter. You're my sister. Plus they'll be booze and hot guys there."

"Hmm fine. But only for a little bit." I caved and she giggled before we spent a few hours before it would get dark and then we went out to the bone fire.

But this didn't last long and we ended up at the Grill for drinks. Caroline and Bonnie were sitting at one of the tables and I was sitting up at the bar sipping on a Bourbon.

"Are you sober yet?" The Bennett girl asked her friend.

My sister put her face in her hands. "No…why didn't he go for me?"

"Can I get another drink please?" I waved the bartender over with my empty drink cup before he came over and took it from me. Resting my chin in the palm of my hand I eyed my sister who looked like she was about to cry again.

Bonnie pushed water across the table to her. "Keep drinking. I gotta get you home. I gotta get me home."

"Why didn't he go for me? You know, how come the guys that I want never want me?" Caroline laid her head down on the table having a pity party over the new guy Stefan Salvatore choosing one of her best friends over her.

Bonnie held her hands up in surrender. "I'm not touching that."

"I'm inappropriate. I always say the wrong thing. And... Elena always says the right thing. She doesn't even try! And he just picks her. And she's always the one that everyone picks, for everything. And I try so hard, and... I'm never the one." My sister runs her fingers through her blonde hair.

Bonnie sighed at her. "It's not a competition, Caroline."

Caroline sniffed through some tears "Yeah, it is."

"Keep the change." I put some cash on the bar top, finishing the second Bourbon that I had ordered and going over to my sister. Touching my sister's arm I tugged her up from the chair. "Hey, we should be getting home. Bonnie, can you take her home? I'll follow behind you and try to sober her up before our mom gets back."

She nodded, holding onto her friends arm walking out of the bar. "Sure."

Heading out the door the wind blew my hair in front of my eyes. I could feel someone was standing behind me where I reached inside of my jacket drawing out a smaller stake spinning around on my boots. "Back off, buddy." I snapped at the guy who had bright blue eyes and black hair from the looks of it under the light of the moon.

"Hmm you're the first human I've come across who was smarter enough to be armed." They guy smirked down at me shoving me against my truck passenger door.

I nearly dropped the wooden stake on the concrete staring into his eyes. "I'm not a typical human. I know what the hell you are."

"Then say it if you're not afraid." He teased me.

"Vampire." I muttered back to him.

He revealed his fangs and I saw black veins appearing underneath his eyes. "Too bad I'm going to kill you now." He bent his head to the side, fangs fully extended out now getting closer to my neck until I knee him in the crotch.

The vampire groaned and fell down on his knees giving me the opportunity to bolt and run away from him towards Bonnie's car but I couldn't find it meaning she must've already left. "Shit!"

"Shit is right, bitch." The guy forced himself to his feet causing me to spin on my toes to face him. I reached down towards the other stake in my boot but he sped towards me, throwing me down onto the parking lot ground.

I grunted squirming under his hands but he was much stronger than I was. He moved one hand underneath the back of my shirt, finding the sleep dart I had tucked away in there. "I think that's enough fight you for a while." His grip loosened as my eyes got heavy and I passed out on the concrete.

Blinking my eyes open I groaned, twisting my neck feeling sore from whatever I had been injected with. Beginning to look around the room all I could see was mostly darkness except for the dime light in the corner of the room. "You've got to be kidding me...urgh!" I attempted to get up off the stone floor but I got yanked down where I winced.

My wrists were bound to the ground with metal chains keeping me trapped. Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs where I whipped my head around before a large metal door creaked open. "I would've thought you would have been an easier grab."

"Typically when someone gets abducted they do fight back. Now who the hell are you!"

The figure kept walking until they reached me. The first thing I noticed about him was his bright blue eyes. "Well don't worry in a few minutes you won't remember how we met."

"You can't compel me. I have vervain - where's my necklace!" I gasped looking down to see it wasn't around my neck anymore.

He lifted his hand to tilt my chin up. "I already figured that out. Now I noticed that you're hanging around with that other blonde. Who is she?"

"My sister. We're the sheriff's daughters." I answered his question when his eyes dilated and I cursed in my head that he had just compelled me.

He clicked his tongue, introducing himself. "I'm Damon. Damon Salvatore. Nice to meet you, hunter Forbes."

"I didn't ask for your name but thanks." I sarcastically remarked attempting to once again break free from the handcuffs. "Now if you're gonna kill me get on with it."

Damon moved one hand to the side of my face while his Raven black hair slightly fell in front of his eyes. "Oh I do plan on killing you. But not until you help me with something first."

"I'll never help you, vampire!" I bared my teeth snarling at him.

Damon held my face in his hands compelling me for the second time where I parted my mouth opened having no choice but to listen to him. "You'll want to help me. You'll not hate me. You will find me attractive and have me be your boyfriend." He released my face where I lowered my gaze to the stone floor beginning to feel something different going on about myself.

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7 Minutes In Heaven (w.m)

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Y/ns POV:

"Who wants another drink?" I yell as I walk towards the bar hearing a chorus of no thank yous I turn to double check "definitely no one wants a drink I'm not getting back up" I laugh as I grab a beer I scan the group and catch eyes with wanda she's so fucking beautiful I've never had the courage to make a move the rest of our friends know I'm head over heels for her but I just can't find the courage "can I have a beer please" she says a trace of her accent seeping through I smile and grab an extra beer opening both walking back over to sit down "here you go wanda" I say getting a little shy as she smiles "thank you y/n" I smile and look around "ok Tony what ridiculous games have you got planned tonight" Natasha smirks leaning back into the couch beer in hand making me laugh "well since you asked I was actually thinking of 7 minutes in heaven unless yall are scared, simple rules you spin the bottle whoever it lands on you take to the closest minimum is kissing you can't just stand there awkwardly otherwise you have to drink a disgusting alcoholic mixture of my making" he explains as if we're dumb "ok old man we get it" I state making wanda giggle "I'm not going first " Bruce exclaimed no surprise there "I'll go first " Sam yells excitedly, I take a drink as the bottle spins we all watch intensely as it slows and lands on Maria "ohhh shit" we all yell laughing as they walk to the closet and the timer is started I decided to talk to wanda to waste the time

"I know you've been here like 10 months now but how are you settling in" she smiles getting a little closer to me "yeah it's OK I love this weird family we all have it makes me feel safe the people here make me feel safe" she whispers with a blush "times up guys get out" Tony yells as we all look at them fixing their clothes and whistle  "my turn" wanda says looking at me then the bottle as it spins I sit and pray it lands on me because no matter what happens I can blame the game but still get to at least kiss her "Y/N and wanda woo hooo get your asses in the closest " Tony yells snapping me out of my thoughts as I look up shocked "wait what happened" I look around then down at the bottle pointed at me I look at wanda and whisper "if your not comfortable with this it's OK I'll take Tony's poisoned concoction" she smiles and stands up grabbing my hand I guess she's OK with it we make our way to the closet as the door closes behind us. 

"We don't have to do anything ill just pretend we made out" I whisper rubbing her arm "oh believe me I want to do this" she whispers as she leans in locking her lips against mine making me moan at the feeling as butterfly's fill my stomach I slide my hand down to her waist pulling her flat against me deepening the kiss as my tounge explores her mouth after a minute we break away "that was amazing" I whisper leaning my head against hers "yes it was" she grabs my tee and pulls me back in for a kiss as my hands roam down to her ass "is this ok" I mumble against her lips making her giggle "fuck yes " I smirk and squeeze her ass pulling her against me as my bulge starts to grow she looks up at me biting her lip "are you..hard" I blush and hide my face not saying anything "y/n it's OK I like it" I bite my lip and lean in to kiss her again "times up love birds" Tony and Nat yell as the door is pulled open making us turn to look at their smirking faces "wait that was 7 minutes" I groan making wanda giggle we walk out as I try to discreetly fix my bulge, I sit on the couch a little uncomfortable as wanda walks over sitting on my lap smirking she leans into whisper in my ear "the other seats are taken hope this is ok" I bite my lip and nod "its more than ok but might be a little uncomfortable my little friend isn't listening to me" I whisper making her bite her lip "I know I can feel it makes this seat the best in the house" I feel myself getting harder at her words,

we continue to drink and laugh as the night goes on "hey I'm gonna head to bed feeling a little tired" I lie earning a few raised eye brows "oh you know what me to I feel so tired" wanda says with a fake yawn we both get up and walk upstairs towards wandas room "thank god I thought we'd never get to be alone" she whispers as we walk into her room I grab her waist pulling her into me smashing my lips against hers in a bruising kiss making us both moan I pick her up walking towards the bed gently throwing her on the mattress as she giggles looking at me "please just fuck me I've spent the last 2 hours being teased by your dick I could feel everything" she moans as I start to undress wanda following my lead leaving us both in our underwear

"fuck wanda you're so beautiful " I say as I climb over her leaving kisses along her jaw earning quite moans "no you are y/n" she says sitting up as she runs her finger tips down my stomach towards my boxers "look at that bulge you look huge"she whispers as she slowly slides them down making me kick them off she gasps as my cock springs out to action "mmmh fuck" she breaths making me smirk I groan as she wraps her hand around my cock moving her hand slowly her eyes never leaving mine "uh fuck wanda just like that feels so good" I groan as she words her hand faster making me lean my head back at the pleasure I pull away making her look at me confused "I'd rather be inside you right now baby I've been so horny since your lips landed on mine" I lean down kissing her stomach as I pull her panties off slowly my eyes instantly going to her cunt making me groan "fuck" I moan as I run my finger through her wet folds making her moan trying to grind against my finger "mhh such a needy girl" I smirk pulling my finger away "please daddy" I look at her and groan as the words leave her mouth I quickly flip her onto her stomach gripping her hips bringing her ass up I rub my hands over her ass taking in the sight "fuck wanda" I moan as I rub my cock through her dripping folds earning a whimper from the redhead "please daddy don't tease me" I lick my lips and gently start pushing into her groaning at how tight she is "fuck yes" she moans as I sink deep inside her making her gasp "you're doing so well babygirl" I gently rub her back as I stay completely still letting her adjust to the size "you can move now" she breaths out I start to thrust slowly gripping her hips making us both moan she grips the sheets "fuck daddy faster please" I grip her hips thrusting faster and harder the sounds of our skin slapping together filling the room"uhh fuck wanda so fucking good" I moan thrusting harder and faster I grip her hair pulling her up gently so her backs against my chest I wrap my arms around her chest playing with her nipple as I continue my brutal pounding turning her into a moan mess "mmmm mmmmh" is all I hear I pull almost all the way out just to slam back in repeating my actions she opens her mouth as a silent scream leaves her mouth I slide my hand up to her throat and squeeze gently "mhh cum for me babygirl be a good girl for daddy" I feel her walls tighten around my cock as I continue to thrust faster I feel my orgasm approach as I slam deep inside her and cum with a loud moan pulling her closer to me kissing her jaw as we both come down from our highs "holy fuck wanda that was amazing" I say as I slide out of her slowly earning a moan I quickly run to the bathroom getting a damp cloth "y/n what are you doing" she says sleepy "getting a cloth to clean you wanda" she smiles as I clean her gently not to over stimulate her "stay with me please" she whispers as I finish cleaning myself "of course wanda anything for you" I smile climbing into bed as she cuddles into my drawing shapes on my chest "I've wanted to kiss you for the longest time" i confess quietly "me to y/n " she whispers with a yawn I pull her closer to me as we drift off into a peaceful sleep. 

AN: just a little update to keep the book updated If you have any requests message me they are appreciated haha, word count is 1.6k

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Love and pinball

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A/N: Hey there. I know it's been a while. I'm so sorry for not posting as often. I've been going through some stuff and working on a lot of other things. But anywho, I finally finished up this next part. As always thanks for reading. Feedback is greatly appreciated and feel free to comment/ reblog. I'm always open to suggestions. Okay love ya byyyyyeeee.

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Word count: 5,000+

Warnings: 18+ No minors please. Language, jealousy, sexual situations, alcohol use and not proof read.

Summary: The truth comes out. Leaving Eddie in a world of happiness and confusion.

Part 6: How it's supposed to feel.

Christmas was perfect. Though Eddie felt bad for crashing the party, what it all came down to was being with you. Whether it be hiding in a broom closet, making out in Paul's insanely rich in-laws house. Or in a cowboy bar on New Year's Eve. Which was what you and him were currently walking into.

You somehow convinced him to go and have a few drinks. He was now sitting on a bar stool being led with countless others to a cheers. Lead by who you ask? Well, the damn beautiful girl he came with.

" Alright you crazy fuckers!" You called out and held up a shot of tequila. "Here's to the ladies who save a horse and ride a cowboy."

The crowd who gathered around you whooped and hollered. Shooting back their drinks. You smirked at him and took your shot. When you were finished you moved past a few people to get to him. You grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

" Common cowboy. I wanna dance."

He raised a brow. " I'm anything but a cowboy sweetheart."

You lifted to your toes and gave him a little kiss. " So what you're saying is that I have to find a cowboy to ride tonight?"

He pulled at your hip to make your body flush with his. He then gave your ass a little tap." Don't tease me baby. But…if you want someone to ride. I better be that only someone."

You move so that your noses touched. " Mmm curls. You know that you're the only guy I want. " You nudged his nose with yours before pulling him to the dance floor.

He smirked and adjusted himself. You had definitely made it hard to not think about the warmth between your legs. Especially when your ass was being hugged by the blue jeans you were wearing. He could watch you walk away anytime if it meant he got to see that.

Once on the dance floor to Eddie's surprise the song that started was one he knew. Layla by Derek & The dominos.

He pulled you so that you were swaying your bottom against him. While following the beat, he held you close to him. Towards the end of the song he turned you around and rocked you back and forth. You smiled up at him and he smiled back.

" Do you want another drink?" He asked.

" Yes please."

He leaned in and whispered in your ear. " Don't dance with anyone when I'm gone."

You smirked. " I wouldn't dare…I'll wait by that beam." You pointed in the direction he would find you.

He gave you a kiss and hurried to get back. He was gone for one song and when he turned to head your way, he saw some tall medium build guy with a full on beard tipping his hat to you. While Eddie was pushing through the people, he thought that the guy was passing by. But he actually stopped and was talking to you. Eddie saw you take a step away from the guy. However your efforts to reject the dude didn't seem to faze him.

As Eddie pushed forward he saw the cowboy caress your arm. A burning rage filled him. He suddenly handed off the drinks to some random person so he could get to you quicker. Just a few feet away now he saw you put a hand on the guy's chest and slightly pushed him away. That's when Eddie nearly lost it. But then he saw you laugh and he was confused.

Finally within earshot he heard the guy.

" C'mon kitten. One dance."

" Sorry. But my boyfriend wouldn't like that very much."

The guy chuckled. "Let me show you what a real man can do."

Eddie watched as the guy tucked your hair back.

" Sugar. I can make you cum with just two fingers."

That's it mother fucker!

Eddie was a few steps behind you, ready to charge when he saw you get closer to the guy. Making him stop in his tracks.

" Mmm what an offer. But…my man can do it with just one." You took a half step back. " Isn't that right baby?"

You turned and looked over your shoulder. With a smirk on your face. Eddie then moved next to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. Glaring at the douche bag.

The guy stepped back and Eddie looked like if that guy said another word, he was gonna pounce. So you turned to face him, pulling at his chin so you could get his attention.

When he met your eyes he started to calm down.

You smiled up at him. " Common curls. Want to put that thick long finger to use?"

He smirked and chuckled. Grabbing you by the hip. Pulling so that your bodies were pressing against one anothers.

He quickly glanced at the guy letting him know you were his. " I'll give you more than a finger sweetheart."

…

"Ohhh fuuuuu…y-yeah. y-yes."

Eddie moaned uncontrollably. The way you sucked him off had his eyes rolling back. You had done this thing where you hollow out your cheeks with your hand wrapped around him. Following your mouth, creating this extra type of suction. It was incredible. He had already came once. And to his surprise you did something that Chrissy refused to do. You swallowed.

Still not done with him, you continued. Though he was so damn sensitive, he really couldn't do anything about it besides tell you. That's because his hands were tied to the headboard. Still, his pleas went ignored. Instead you pouted, giving him puppy dog eyes. Next thing he knew he was hard again. And you were doing such a good fucking job. Giving his cock little kisses and stroking him gently. Until he begged you to put it in your mouth. That's when your puppy dog eyes went dark.

You took him in a few times before retreating with a little pop as your lips left his tip.

" Mmmm you want to come again, pretty boy?"

"Sh-sh-shit baby. Please please. I want you. I-I need to feel you."

You gave him a few more strokes before untying him. After you straddled him, you kissed his wrist. Then kissed him. That's when you started rubbing against him. He could feel how soaked your panties were. Making him even harder.

A few minutes went by when he had just about enough as he could take. He rolled you over and moved you so that you were on your stomach. He made quick work of your panties. Tossing the small bundle of fabric into the darkness of the room. While pushing your hair back and kissing your shoulder, he tucked a pillow under your lower belly. Perching your ass exactly right. He then spread your legs and got into position.

Eddie smacked then rubbed his cock on your bottom. Causing you goosebumps. You felt him spread you apart and run his length up and down your cunt. Gathering your slick. And without warning he pushed in. Making you grasp the pillow and cry out.

" That's it. Such a good girl." He cooed.

Once he felt you relax he slowly rolled his hips into your ass.

" Jesus!" He groaned, feeling your slick drip down his heavy balls.

After a few pumps he laid on top of you. Kissing you wherever he could.

" T-to the left Eddie."

He did as he was told. He lifted your left cheek and rammed in. Causing sweet cries from you.

" B-b-baby. Ugh God! So good. Y-you feel so good."

He buried himself in you to the point where he felt your body tremble.

" Eddie! OHHHHH."

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and rested his forehead on your shoulder. Cumming along with you. This time he wished for something. He wished that you would get pregnant so that he could be linked with you forever.

As he laid there holding you after you two showered, he couldn't hold back what was shouting at him.

" I love you."

You looked up at him. Eyes moving back and forth between his. The smile that grew on your lips was beyond beautiful.

" Sucker." You whispered just before kissing him.

…

Anxiety and disbelief filled Eddie as he sat there not listening to a word Chrissy was saying. He had officially stopped listening when she said she was pregnant. The first thought he had was how this could happen? Then he thought about you. He was so happy 15 minutes ago when he left your house. Now his future with you was snatched from him.

How was he gonna have a baby with a girl he didn't love? How was he going to tell you? This was forsure the end of the relationship.

He was so close to having everything he ever wanted.

"Ed? … Ed?"

He blinked a few times before swallowing the rock in his throat. " H-how far along?"

" Four months."

He tried to go back to when that was. But he couldn't remember. That's when he looked at her. Actually looked at her. She was glowing. And even with her oversized shirt he could make out the smallest bump.

Tears filled his eyes. As much as he wanted to be happy. He just couldn't. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. So without saying another word, he left.

…

Once he pulled up to your place, he balled his eyes out. He cried for himself and for Chrissy. But he cried most of all for the future he thought he was going to have. A future with you.

He sat there for a while. Trying to put himself together enough to talk to you. But he was failing. That's when you opened the passenger door and climbed in.

" Bud? It's cold in here. You're gonna get sick."

Eddie hadn't even noticed he was shivering. You covered him in a small throw and started pouring him hot chocolate out of a thermos you brought. He then went to turn on the van and put the heat on full blast. You had settled in and sat quietly as he tried to drink what you gave him.

What felt like an eternity later you cleared your throat.

" Eddie, do…do you not want to do this anymore?"

He turned to you and grabbed your hand. " Yes y/n I do. I want us so bad…I just…" he sighed. " I just don't know how we can."

You furrowed your brow. " What does that mean?"

He hung his head and tried so hard to not cry again. After a moment you cupped his chin, lifting it so he could look at you.

"Eddie, whatever it is…you can tell me."

He looked back and forth between your eyes, then nodded.

He recounted what happened before he stopped listening.

-

He had walked in and called out to Chrissy. But there was no answer. That's when he went to the room and started packing. Planning on staying with Gareth until he could find his own place. After he packed most of his necessities he waited in the living room until Chrissy came home.

She smiled at him. " Hey! You're back. I hope you had a good Christmas and New years."

He got right to the point. " Chris, this relationship is over. It's been over for some time now. And I think you knew it too." He sighed a little before continuing. " I…I'm really sorry for all of this. I honestly didn't mean to fall for her…" he smiled to himself thinking about you. " But I did. I'm in love with her. And I think she loves me too. I just think she's not ready to tell me if you're still in the picture…she uhhh she asked me to be with her. And I want that. I want to be with her…just her."

He looked up and saw tears in Chrissy's eyes. He felt terrible. Still this needed to be done.

" I love her Chris… the way I loved you except…it's more you know." He reached up and wiped her tears aways. " I really am sorry Chris."

Chrissy sniffled and moved his hand away. " Eds, I know. I knew you were falling for her since the carnival…it was apart of the plan."

He was confused. " What plan? What are you talking about?"

Chrissy paused for a second freaking him out even more. " Eds I was gonna end things with you. But I needed to make sure you were gonna be okay. That's why I pushed for you to see someone else. But now I…I don't know."

Anger filled him. " This whole time Chrissy?! You wanted to break up all this time? Is that why you wanted to open up the relationship?" He stood up and faced her. " You should have just ended it! You should have-"

" Eds I'm pregnant."

A ringing filled his ears after hearing that. His stomach fell to his ass and he felt sick. That couldn't be true.

-

" Sweetheart?"

You weren't looking at him anymore. You were staring at your hand in his. Your silence scared the living shit out of him.

" Sweetheart?" He said again.

" C-congradulations. I uhhh. If you need anything. Just umm let me know yeah?"

Before he could say anything you were out of the van, hurrying up the sidewalk.

He quickly jumped out and chased you.

" Y/n wait."

You stopped as soon as you got on the porch. Making his stop on the bottom step.

" Y/n I'm so sorry. It was an accident."

" Go home Eddie."

He took a step up. " No please. I need to talk to you. We need to figure this out."

You turned around with tears streaming down your face. " There's nothing to figure out. There's no we anymore. There's only you and Chrissy and the baby…so go home. I-I'm sure Chrissy must be going through it right now."

" But y/n-"

" No Eddie. No buts." You took a couple steps forward. Only a few inches away from him.

He sniffled. " I'm s-sorry."

You then reached for his tears while he reached to wipe away yours.

" I... I love you Eddie…but I'm gonna love you from here…Go take care of Chrissy. And try to be happy..." you smiled a little. "You're gonna be a daddy bud."

He hung his head and cried after you left him standing there. And for the first time in his life, he heart was truly broken.

…

2 months later

Eddie was nothing but a shell of a guy. He was numb. Almost zombie-like. He did what you told him to do. He did the right thing. He stood with Chrissy. But he didn't expect her to need him as much as she did. She was having a rough go of it. Her morning sickness wasn't just in the morning and she was constantly crying. That or she would freak out on him. But no matter what she said or did, he tried to be a good partner. Even though he had been sleeping on the couch since the day you told him to go.

He dreamt of you almost every night. Always waking up crying. Most of the dreams he had were of how happy you two were. But sometimes he would dream of your face from that day. That pain and let down written on your face haunted him. He had never meant to hurt you. Not ever. And definitely not like that.

All he wanted to do was hold you. And tell you how much he still loved you.

There were times when he saw you heading to your shift at Family video. He wanted to say hi and ask how you were. But then he would stop himself from crossing the street. He didn't want to hurt you anymore than he already had.

Which you could say the same thing for yourself. The months were agonizing. Seeing him from afar made your heart ache so much you could barely hold yourself together. But the absolute worst thing about this break up was when Natalie asked for him.

Needless to say. Being without one another was one of the worst pains either of you ever felt.

That's why one night you decided to pick up a short shift at The Hideout on a Tuesday night.

You needed to see him. Needed to hear his voice. You had to talk to him.

-

Once the stage was all set up. Eddie had a quick meeting with the band.

It has been a while since he played for more than five drunks. So tonight was going to be different. Eddie made the decision to do covers tonight. Normally when the crowd was heavy like tonight, they would play a little bit of Megadeth, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath and Metallica. Just a couple of popular songs from each band to draw more people each time Corroded Coffin performed.

The first song up was The Troop. Then immediately after they played For Whom the Bell Tolls.

The audience went nuts for that one. Reminding Eddie why he loved doing this. People from all walks of life, join together by music.

Mid song the lights went down for a split second and he l saw you behind the bar. Banging your head and smiling. God you were as beautiful as the day he first saw you. For a moment he was stunned. But Gareth got his attention back to the song and the spotlight blinded him again.

Eddie couldn't help the grin he had on. Two terrible months, almost three passed by without him seeing that gorgeous smile.

In the split of a second he knew he had to do a certain song. Just for you.

-

He was perfect. Eddie was as beautiful as ever. And man could he sing and play. It was so crazy that all this time, not once have you seen him like this. He really was amazing.

Another head banger started and you were totally enjoying every second of it. That was until someone asked for water.

You looked up and were surprised to see her.

" Chris- Chrissy? Umm h-hi. Erm yeah. L-let me uhhh." You stuttered.

You quickly grabbed her a glass of ice water and turned back around. Her big pretty eyes felt like daggers.

" Are you okay?" She asked.

You nervously chuckled and gave her the drink. " umm yeah. I ummm I was just surprised to see you here."

You shouldn't be here…It's not safe.

" Yeah. Eds told me not to come. But I wanted to see him…it's been so long since I've seen the guys."

" Well uhh if you need anything. Just holler."

You couldn't get away from her fast enough. Now worried that you wouldn't get your chance to talk to Eddie alone.

-

As soon as the song was over Eddie immediately gave the guys a heads up on a song change. Gareth shook his head and told him not to.

"Please man. I'm begging you. I need to do this. She loves that song."

Gareth shook his head and flexed his jaw. " Alright! But if she gets hurt. I'm gonna kick your ass."

" Deal!"

Eddie then went back to the mic and smiled.

" I hope everyone is having a good time tonight!"

The crowd whooped.

" Hell yeah! So for this next one we're gonna slow things down a bit."

He counted off and Jeff played the opening to November Rain.

A few moments later Eddie began singing.

🎵

"When I look into your eyes

I can see a love restrained

But darlin' when I hold you

Don't you know I feel the same?

Nothin' lasts forever

And we both know hearts can change

And it's hard to hold a candle

In the cold November rain"

🎵

The lights lowered a little and Eddie scanned the bar for you. Not taking notice that Chrissy was there.

When his eyes locked with yours nothing was better than that moment. You were smiling and swaying. Singing along with him.

🎵

"If we could take the time to lay it on the line

I could rest my head just knowin' that you were mine

All mine

So if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain

Or I'll just end up walkin' in the cold November rain"

🎵

The memory of one summer day flashed before both of your eyes.

-

You, Eddie and Natalie were grocery shopping. Eddie was following you, pushing the cart. Sneaking handfuls of Honeycomb cereal. Secretly giving some to Natalie.

You had walked away for a second to grab some fruit snacks when he gave Natalie a mouthful.

They were both giggling away until he heard you clear your throat.

He and Natalie both covered their mouths.

You came up to them and crossed your arms. "You both are in big BIG trouble."

There was a second there where Eddie honestly thought he upset you. Then you smiled and held out your hand

" I want some too."

He grinned and instead of handing you some he fed you and Natalie all throughout the store.

Once the groceries were in the trunk ,you tossed Eddie the keys. He had just started driving you home when you gasped a little.

" Dude! This song is never on the radio."

He looked over and saw you turn the volume up. And to his surprise you and Natalie started humming to the song. You had looked over the seat to Natalie and pointed at her.

That's when he heard her soft little voice sing.

" In the cold November Rain."

Eddie looked at you and you had this big beautiful smile mouthing the words with her.

His heart melted seeing and hearing that. Natalie didn't know all the words but it was the most precious thing he had ever heard.

" God I love this song." You said.

" It's a really good one." He agreed.

He then reached over and put a hand on your thigh. Giving it a little squeeze before returning his hand to the wheel.

-

The song continued and you were happy. For a moment you truly were. However, that moment was taken by Chrissy. Who ran out the bar. Without really thinking you chased after her.

" Chrissy? Hey Chrissy. Are you alright?"

She turned around and was balling. " No! I'm not okay! Okay?"

" What is it? Did someone hurt you? Is it the baby?"

She hung her head and hugged herself. " N-no. I… I just want to go home."

" Okay. Do you think you can drive?" You asked.

She shook her head. " I came by bus. My-my car's in the shop."

You should have called her a cab. But the thought of her alone with a stranger scared you. So you drove her.

When you parked in front of the apartment building you sat quietly. Chrissy was sniffling and wiping her eyes.

" I'm-I'm sorry y/n."

" There's nothing to be sorry about. I get it. The hormones are going haywire."

She laughed a little then shook her head. " It's not just that…I'm really sorry about Eddie."

You sucked in a sharp breath. Why on earth would she be sorry?

" Chrissy I-...Eddie was always yours. You just let me borrow him. For a bit. " You hung your head after that. For a little while there, you thought he was yours.

" That's not true. Well maybe it was two years ago. But it hasn't been since he met you. Maybe even before."

You looked at her a bit surprised by that.

" I know I haven't been the best girlfriend to him…actually the worst."

You cleared your throat. " It's none of my business Chris-"

She started crying again. "Yes it is! I knew you were important to him…but tonight I saw how much…you know, he's never looked at me the way he looked at you tonight."

"I'm- sorry."

She softly chuckled. " I know you are. But the thing is…I don't care that he did. I- all I care about is how Jason looks at me…"

Then why did you bring it up if you didn't care?

Chrissy let out a long sigh. " I…I've been in love with Jason for a really long time. And to be honest I only went out with Ed's to make him jealous. But then Eddie really had a way about him…He was easy to talk to. And God he was funny…but no matter how I felt about Ed's, I felt even more for Jason."

Okay this really is none of my business.

You stood quiet and listened to how she had stopped seeing other people. She wanted to be in a committed relationship with Jason but she wanted Eddie to have someone to lean on.

"I…I screwed up…I-I-I broke so many rules with Jason. But the worst one…"

Oh fuck! Don't say it.

" I don't know who the baby's father is…"

All of a sudden you felt like crying too. You felt so bad for her. It was already a lot being pregnant. But to have the weight of not knowing who the father was must have been terrible.

You didn't know what to say so you hugged her while she sobbed.

After a few minutes she let you go.

" I really don't know what to say other than I'm sorry."

She nodded. " Now I know why Ed's loves you."

You guys were quiet again. She really had a way about making you feel awkward.

" Chrissy…Honey you have to tell Eddie."

She sniffled and nodded. " I kn-know. I'm just scared."

You reached for her hand and gently squeezed it. " Eddie's a good guy. You don't have to be scared of him. He will appreciate the truth…and if the baby is his, he will be a great dad."

She smiled. " I know he will be…I'm just afraid to admit what I really want."

You thought for a second. " Whatever it is, I'm sure Eddie will understand."

Before she walked away from the car you called after her.

" Chrissy, if you ever need anything. Just call me."

She gave you a small smile and wave before heading in.

…

Eddie was sitting on the porch when you came home. He stood up and watched you come up the walkway.

" And here I am half expecting you to be here with a radio above your head."

He looked to the side and grinned. " If you want, I can do that."

" Nah. I had enough cliches for one night."

He looked back at you and you looked a little sad. "What's wrong sweetheart?"

You took a deep breath and went to sit down, with him following.

" The band did really great tonight. I especially loved the cover of November Rain." You said shoulder bumping him.

He brushed your hair over your shoulder. " It reminded me of a really great day."

You turned your head towards him. " It was a great day wasn't it? You know I always had trouble telling the difference between Steven Tyler and Axel Rose's voice into you pointing out that Axel's voice was more-"

" Whinny." You both said together. Laughing lightly after.

He smiled and nodded. But then you looked away and his smile faded.

" Chrissy was there tonight…she was uhhh…upset."

His brows pinched together. " Is she okay? Are you okay?"

" Y-yeah. She's fine. Just stressed out…I…I think you should go home. She needs you."

He wanted to say he didn't care. He wanted to say that one of her boyfriends could be there for her. But he knew that was shitty.

" I will. But first I wanted to ask. Why did you come tonight?"

You smiled a little then stared off. " I-I missed you Eddie. I know I shouldn't, but I do. There's so much I want to say but I can't. There are things going on that you need to know."

He reached for your chin and made you look at him. " What happened? What did Chrissy say to you?"

You sighed and closed your eyes. While pulling his hand away you hung your head.

" It's…I…it's me…I'm late."

" Late for what?"

You looked up to see if he was serious…He was. He had no clue what you were talking about.

You kept silent, hoping you wouldn't have to say it again. But when he took too long you scoffed a little.

" C'mon curls. Get there faster."

You stared at each other a little while longer when you saw it click.

There it is.

At first he thought how? Then all he could think of was how excited he was.

" W-what?! R-really?! Oh man. I- fuck!" He said while pulling you into a big hug. Tears of happiness filled his eyes. "Baby I-I-I can't believe it. Do you know how happy I am?"

He leaned back a little and kissed you.

" Mmmmm. So. Mmmmm. Happy."

A part of you was glad that he was, but the other part was confused by it.

" E-eddie. Wait. Stop for a second."

He leaned back again. " I'm sorry. It's just…you're gonna have my baby."

He went for another kiss but you moved and put a hand on his chest.

" Eddie no. Please just take a second to think about this."

He pulled away and felt like he got punched in the gut. Chrissy.

You gave him a thin lip. " Yeah. Chrissy."

He shook his head and his tears of happiness were now ones of sadness and regret.

" We promised each other that we would always be honest with one another. And this is me keeping to that promise...I don't really know what happened. The first month I didn't think too much about not having a period. It happens sometimes. But then when I didn't get it again. I..well I took a test...it was positive. I confirmed it with my doctor three days ago. Turns out I got pregnant around Christmas...Eddie as much as I miss you and how much I want a family with you. I can't ask-"

"Baby you don't have to ask me for anything. I would give you anything and everything. I love you and-"

You stood up and walked to the door. " You need to go home."

He jumped up. " No! Don't walk away from me again."

" Eddie just listen…There's something Chrissy needs to tell you. And you need to hear it. Tonight."

" I want to be with you y/n."

You went to him and gave him a hug. " I know. But right now, I need you to go home."

With that said you gave him a kiss on the cheek and went inside.

…

Eddie drove and drove. After the conversation with Chrissy, he felt completely lost. Hours later and two states away he pulled up to a place he thought he would never be at again. But something about seeing it gave him a little bit of comfort.

Once inside, he took a deep breath and headed for a stool. He sat down and picked up the receiver that was hanging off the wall.

" Eddie?"

He sighed and scratched the back of his neck. " Hey Dad."

...

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[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Brother & Bestie : 6 Hours Later.

Summary: After torturing you earlier Dick comes calling at the worst time.

JasonsBestie!Reader x Dick Grayson.

WC: 3k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, fluff, teasing, semi publicish, guest starts Harper and Todd, Spitting, degradation, hair pulling, pet names, secret fuck buddies, gotta be quiet or we'll be busted.

Part 1

“Dude, you’re phone,” Jason whispers, noting the light beaming in your pocket, “You’re ruining the vibe.”

“I’m ruining the vibe? Really?” you raise your brows at him. “You sure it’s not you and captain kisses here?” 

“Captain kisses,” Roy nods, “I like it,” he turns to Jason, “Give your Captain a kiss,” his hand holds Jason’s face, pulling him into his kiss.

“Bleh, you guys are disgusting.” you sneer

“Please don't fuck on my new roof, Jason,” you pull your phone from your pocket, smiling at the name on the screen.

“Who is it? You look pretty happy to hear from them.” Jason teases you.

“None of your business,” you stick your tongue out at him, “No fucking -”

“On the roof. What about hand stu-” he's cut off when you slam your window open, ”I would never-” he acts mockingly shocked and you roll your eyes at him. 

“I’ll be back.”

“Just be quite.” Artemis grunts adjusting in her chair, looking over to Jason to back her to back her up only to find him and Roy with their tongues down each other's throats, “Don’t leave me here with them too long.”

“I’ll try not to be too long” you give them a glance, Jason and Roy are still very much in their honeymoon phase and apparently are trying to make everyone around them suffer for it.

You slip through the window that leads into your living room, the whole place eerily silent except for the howl of sirens off in the distance. You click on the lights before a string of Boos calling from the roof and you quickly shut them off and you remember your phone vibrating in your hand. You fumble it, the phone slipping until you catch it a foot from the ground and answer.

“Hello, Pet.” Dick whispers into the phone a light chuckle in his voice.

“Called to torture me more?” you snip quietly, looking over your shoulder to see if anyone is listening.

“I called to reward you, Pet. I see you’ve still got your pants on.”

“That’s only because I don’t have a washer yet.”

“No it’s not. You know you want to be good for me.”

“I don’t think I do.” you end the call, rolling your eyes and resting your head on your cold counter. Your hand reaches out, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it down. You can do this. He’s just a man, you can resist. You slip back out onto the roof and decide to sit on the ledge, because you know he’s going to be calling back.

Dick: Come and play, Pet.

Dick: You know you want me.

Dick: Answer me, Pet or I’ll leave.

You: Leave?

Dick: Come find me.

You: Can’t tonight, you know everyone is here.

Dick: Ditch them.

You: I can’t ditch my own party.

Dick: For me?

You: No.

Dick: They’re to busy making out to even notice your gone

You: Where are you? How the fuck do you know that?

Dick: Told you to come find me, Pet.

“Argghh..” you mutter to yourself, gripping your phone so tight as you lightly stomp back inside. “I;m going to go take a shower after watching this display.” you say to Jason and Roy who just wave you off. “Assholes.”

Where could he be? You think as your eyes scan the living room, there's nowhere for him to hide in here, though he has snuck up on you before in even more open places. You think back as you try to quietly sneak down the hall, knowing that if he hears you coming he’ll move. The first time he scared you was at Damian's birthday, it wasn't the family one, the big Gotham one, he pulled you into a broom closet, then there was the alley way after a date that turned out to be more of a group hang situation and then last week when he basically dragged you from the dance floor and fucked you in the bathroom. He’s a fucking menace and if he isn't careful Jason is going to find out and then he's either going to kill both of you or just you. Not like he’d kill his brother, not even for you.

You peak your head into the bathroom, flicking the light on and pulling the curtain back. “Fuck, Richard. I didn’t realise kids still played hide and seek.” you whisper, hoping like fuck that he can’t hear you, “real mature, just hiding in a woman's apartment.” you quietly open  your bedroom door. The light shines from the roof and you can see the outlines of the gang as they sit around the projector. You pull the curtains closed, peering under the bed, “Richard, I know you’re in here.” you step back towards the door, “Goodbye Richard.” you smirk, heading back into the hallway, he’s just fucking with you. He’s not even here, probably watching from a rooftop like the perv he is. 

“You need to stop calling me that, Pet.” a deep voice whispers in your ear, a strong, lean arm wrapping around your middle while the other conceals the scream you let out, “You nearly found me, so close.”

You lick at his hand, but that just makes his hand press harder into your face as he lifts your feet from the ground, “Need to break in your new bed.”

“Jason and Roy are outside,” you pant when he takes his hand from your mouth.

“Then I guess you need to be quiet.” he grips your face, pulling you in for a kiss as he steps you back towards the wall, “Not a peep.”

“Can I cum this time? Or am I just supposed to take it?”

“You love it,” Dick whispers into your neck, his teeth grazing along your shoulder, “don’t you.”

“What if I say no?”

“I don't accept no, Pet.” he bites at your clavicle, “I only accept our safe word, you know that,” his lips press right underneath your ear, “And my little pet, it’s the only way you’ll ever,” his hand glides up your inner thigh, “Ever,” he grasps your pussy in his whole hand, “get me to stop.” he moves his hand forward, pressing his fingers up and pushing your pants closer to your pussy, “so what will it be?” his other hand pulls the buttons of your shirt apart, his mouth following his fingers, “you want me or not?”

“Yes,” you arch into him, dropping your pussy down onto his hand so you can grind down onto it.

“Tell me your safe word please.” he smoulders into your ear, "just so I know you haven't forgotten."

"Lance Tucker."

"Good Pet, now keep your mouth shut or I'll tie it shut." His fingers undo your jeans, grabbing a hold of them Dick rips them down your legs and flinging them across the room and knocking them into the wall. 

"Be quiet Pet," you mock him, with a whisper "says Mr throws shit around."

"I'll throw you around." His huge hands slide inner your ass picking you up and dropping you on the bed, his smile shining in the are lights as you snack your hands over your mouth, "No squealing, don't wanna get caught." He steps out of his pants, his eyes watching you squirm on the bed beneath him, "fuck, you're beautiful." 

You never feel self conscious with Dick, but seeing him looking at you like that. It's doing more than setting your pussy alight. You reach out to him, the need to make that look in his eyes change back to something you're used to.

"You want me Pet?" He asks as he lowers himself over you, "Want me to make you feel good?" His hand grazes up the inside of your leg as you can feel his chest pressing down on you, "nod or shake your head for me," his voice so quiet you don't think you'd hear it if he wasn't so close.

You nod, your hands drifting up to grip his shoulders as he plants another sweet kiss on your lips.

"My good little pet, you did so well for me today," his forefinger circles your clit, "let me reward you." his lips press softly into your thighs, his fingers trailing down your stomach as he inches closer and closer to your aching pussy. When his lips finally close over your clit, you bite down on your tongue, holding your breath in as your hips push up into his mouth, “Taste so fucking good,” he moans into you as his hands press down on your thighs keeping you open for him. You push up as your hands travel down, twining into the long strands of his dark hair, wrapping them around your fingers, “Yes Pet. Fuck my face,” he slides two fingers into you, “Grind down,” he licks and lathes at your pussy, “I can feel you getting close,” his nails bite into your thighs, “Cum on me, Pet,” his voice low and muffled by your pussy, “be such a good girl and cum on me.”

Your hand clamps over your mouth as your legs clutch around Dicks head, squeezing him so tight as your muscles bolt together and the feeling you’ve been waiting all day for washes over you like a bucket of ice water on a cold day. Your screams barely muffled, your eyes flick to the curtain when you see a shadow over the window. “Quiet Pet.” Dick smiles at you, his fingers darting out to gather your cum from his chin and drink it into his mouth. 

“Is there someone there?” you whisper, following the shadow as it disappears and you hear a voice in the kitchen.

“It’ll be ok, they probably just came in for a snack.” he crawls over you, his knees pressing yours even further apart, “I already had my snack, but I need something else now.”

“Like what?” you tease, “want me to get you a beer?”

“Maybe after I-”

“Hey! You down here?” Jason's voice calls down the hall, “You ok?”

“Answer him,” Dick teases you, his cock prodding at the entrance to your pussy, “Don’t want him to be suspicious.”

“Yeah, Jay. I ah-” you bite down on your lower lip as Dick presses his cock into you, “I just took a bad turn,” you make an accusing look at Dick as he grinds down into you, “needed to lie down.”

“I can come give you a cuddle if you want,” Jason calls from the other side of your door.

“NO.” you say a little too fast, “I mean, no. I’m-” you take a breath, “I just need a few minutes and I’ll be out.”

“If you’re sure.” you hear his heavy form weighing on your door, “You positive you don't want a head scratch?” fuck, you never wanted him to fuck off more than in this moment right now. Dicks hands palm at your tits, his fingers pinching at your nipple. He’s looking at you like your a fucking sex god and your thoughts are getting all jumbled.

“Just let me get a few more-” you cough loudly to cover the moan you make when Dick is fully inside and his mouth lands on your throat.

“I’ll make you some tea, do you want any cookies?”

“YEeesss.” you very badly cover that one with a whine, “Sorry, its cramps.” you feel Dicks laughter on your neck as his chuckles ring in your ear.

“Good one. Tell him I want some tea.” Dick whispers to you.

“No way.”

“They’ll be out here when you're ready.” Jason calls, knocking once on your door, “Just call out if you need anything.”

“Thanks babes!” you call back, trying to hold your laughter in as Dick starts to fuck into you faster.

“Every time you laugh your fucking tight little pussy clenches so fucking hard on me.” he moans in your ear, “Fuck you’re so beautiful when you lie like that, Pet.” he picks up your hips grinding his cock deep inside you and brushing against your g spot, “That get you all hot and bothered?” your pussy starts to pulse around him as he leans in close to your mouth, “You’re so bad, Pet.” your legs start to twitch, your pussy gripping him like it’s trying to hold Dicks cock inside you, “You going to cum again already?” his breath is so hot on your neck that you shiver, “Cum then,” he grinds down into you, “Give it to me.”

“Dick, I-” his lips catch yours, swallowing your moans and cries as you cum all over his cock. Your legs tighten on his thighs and you hold his mouth on top of yours until the screams are all done.

“My good Pet.”

“Dick, I’m so sensitive.” you groan into his mouth, “I can’t”

“Yes you can,” his fingers snake between your bodies until they're circling around your clit, “You’ve been a wonderful Pet for me today and now you’re going to give me all your cum,” he sucks your lip into his mouth, he fucks harder into you, pounding down into your pussy.

“Full.”

“Tell me how much you like it.” he moans, “quietly.”

“So much, Dick.”

“Best you’ve ever had isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“You crave it, don't you?”

“Everyday.”

“You dream about it.”

“Most nights.”

“I dream about you too, Pet.”

“Me?”

“Every night, I dream about having my pretty little pussy wrapped around me,” his fingers grasp your chin, “about seeing these gorgeous eyes rolls back into your skull, when I hit it just-” he grinds your hips up, pushing deeper inside you, “these soft lips, open and waiting for me to-” he drips a single drop of spit into your mouth, “I love watching you lick at my spit Pet.”

“Dick.”

“I can feel it,” his fingers move faster on your clit, “give it to me and let me fill you up Pet.” he growls into your mouth, “that’s what you want isn't it?”

“Yes,” you moan, “can you cover-”

“Good Pet. Asking for what she needs.” his hands slides over your mouth as your orgasm rips through you, your whole body shaking, Dicks movements frantic as he tries to fuck every last drop of his cum into you. Both your breathing grows heavier and heavier as you drag every ounce of pleasure from each other. 

“Good game coach,” Dick smiles, his forehead leaning into yours.

“You’re a dork, you know that right?”

“You like me though.”

“Like your dick.”

“I’m all Dick, baby.”

“You got that right.” you roll your eyes as Dick rolls to his side, tucking you under his arm, “You know you have to go back out there right?”

“Nah, they’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, because my little wing is known for not worrying and not checking up on people.”

“Ugh,” you roll to the side of the bed, “this is the worst part.”

“Parting is such sweet sorrow.” his tone way to dramatic as he rests a hand on his head.

“Fuck off,” you throw a pillow at him while you try to tug a stray pair of sweats on, “I just hate leaving you when you look so-”

“Handsome? Irresistible?’

“Comfy.” you lean across the bed, stealing a kiss from him, “Are you going to wait here?” 

“Go on, baby. Jason’s waiting for you.”

“Guess I gotta go fake a period. Yay.” you keep looking at him, spread out on your bed, the sheet laying across his legs and a hand behind his head as he stares back at you. 

Darting into the bathroom you try your best to fix your hair and decide that the mess actually makes you look sick.

You find Jason in the kitchen, a pot of tea in his hand and three cups sitting on the counter, “Jasmine, your favourite,” he smiles, handing you a cup, “You feeling any better?”

“A bit, might just come sit for a while. What part of the movie you up to?”

“It’s nearly finished. Did you wanna just stay in here and hang?”

“Nah, I think I’ll be ok.”

“I got your favourite snack all ready on your chair and a bigger blanket. But I can bring everything inside if you want.”

“Thanks Jay,” you give him a quick hug, “You’re always looking after me. Let's head out.” He takes your tea from you, helping you out the window and throwing your blanket over you as you sit down. 

“You alright?” Roy asks as you take your seat, “You look like shit.”

“Thanks Roy. Appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Leave her alone,” Jason chides him, sliding down on the couch next to him, “she's in pain.”

“Yeah, Roy. Don’t pick on me.”

“I'm not, I'm just saying. You got some serious fuck me hair going on there lady.”

“This is bullying, Roysand.”

“Now who's bullying? Name calling? Really?” Roy turns, poking his tongue out at you.

“Both of you stop, or you’ll be loved to death.” Jason chides you.

“Fine.” you say at the same time.

“Who's that?” Roy asks, peeking into your kitchen.

“What?” you stare at the tall man currently doing a shitty job of sneaking the fuck out.

“Yo! Grayson! I didn’t think you’d make it.” Jason calls and you feel yourself sink into your chair, pulling the blanket up to your mouth.

“Hey! Sorry I'm late, traffic. You know how it is.” Dick calls back, poking his head out of the window, “what are we watching?”

“Take a seat,” Roy smirks, his eyes darting between you and Dick, “The seat next to the blabber mouth is free.”

“Scooch.” Dick says to you, lifting your blanket and reclining his arm over the back of the chair.

“Be gentle with her, she's in pain.”

“She is a pain.” Roy dead pans, staring at you with evil in his fucking eyes.

“Would everyone just shut up and watch the movie?” Jason orders, snuggling into Roy's arm.

“The fuck?” you whisper to Dick, kicking him in the leg.

“I want to cuddle too.” his hand falls from the back of the couch onto your arm, pulling you closer to him, “Just let me hold you a little while longer.”

You keep your head facing the projector screen, but in the corner of your eye you can see Roy watching you, his eyes locked on where Dicks arm is around your shoulder. You look up to Dick to see if he’s noticed, but he just drags you closer, “Ignore him, I’ll deal with Roy Harper.”

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

We're doing more incorrect quotes, with bits and pieces of the other cast, because I feel like Chikao and Tongbi tonight and said so.

Tongbi: Why does Nezha always do the laundry so loudly?

Chikao: So everyone knows that no one helps them out in the house.

Nezha: walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone

Nezha, in the distance: slams the washing machine shut

Tongbi: Hey, Nezha, how was your day?

Nezha: picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Tongbi Hell.

Nezha: Where’s Chikao?

Chikao, watching this unfold: whispers Who hurt you?

Tongbi: Around.

Nezha: Around?

Nezha: You don’t have any idea, do you?

DBK: I haven't seen Chikao and Tongbi for fifteen minutes now.

Chikao, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?

Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside is seen rolling down a driveway, with Chikao and Tongbi running after it in a panic. DBK doesn't look outside at all.

Chikao: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees?

DBK: That probably means they're getting into trouble.

DBK: Bees?

Chikao: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES!

DBK: Wait-

DBK: Something tells me Chikao's going to be a bit more unhinged today…

Tongbi approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly

Tongbi: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight?

Chikao, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Tongbi isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.

Wukong: raises hand

Chikao: puts their hand down

Chikao: Do you guys want to see a butterfly?

Tongbi: Ooh, yes please!

Wukong, with their laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug!

Chikao: It's not a bug though…

Wukong: …

Tongbi: …

Wukong: Well I still don't want to see.

Tongbi, realizing: Please don't throw-

Chikao, in Macaque’s window: I thought I’d find you here!

Chikao: Whee! throws a stick of butter

Macaque: Hey, did you know as a kid I accidentally ate paper?

Tongbi, climbing past Chikao: WE COULD HAVE USED THE DOOR-

Tongbi: I feel like we've all done that at least once.

Chikao: I ate it too-

Tongbi: See?

Chikao:: -On purpose…

Chikao: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to DBK and Wukong's convo?

Macaque & Tongbi: …What?

Azure: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.

Tongbi: I'm in the washing machine.

Macaque: I'm in the closet.

Azure: We accept you Macaque. <3

Macaque: No I'm literally in the closet.

Macaque: Rules were made to be broken.

Azure: Love is love. <3

Tongbi: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Wukong: Uh, piñatas.

Azure: Glow sticks.

DBK: Karate boards.

Chikao: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Macaque: Rules.

Azure, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Tongbi:

Tongbi: Hey.

Chikao: Hi.

Macaque: Hello.

DBK: Hey!

Azure: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker

Wukong: We were out of Doritos.

DBK: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Azure: …I did. I broke it.

DBK: No. No you didn't. Chikao?

Chikao: Don't look at me. Look at Tongbi.

Tongbi: What?! I didn't break it.

Chikao: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Tongbi: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Chikao: Suspicious.

Tongbi: No, it's not!

Macaque: If it matters, probably not, but Wukong was the last one to use it.

Wukong: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Macaque: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Wukong: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Macaque!

Azure: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, DBK.

DBK: No! Who broke it!?

Macaque: DBK… Chikao's been awfully quiet.

Chikao: rEALLY?!

Everyone starts arguing

DBK, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

DBK: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

DBK:

DBK: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

[darkwants]

@fcundaticnsofdecay asked: ✉ for Everly & Billie and for Wren

everly and ezra

unsent: it's 3am, where are you? the restaurant's been closed for hours. i wanted to talk with you, but i guess you're with someone else.

unsent: i heard you on the phone. i don't know what is it you 'haven't told him', but if you're going to break up with me, just do it. not like you don't have the practice.

unsent: i wasn't throwing up from 'cheap truck food', i threw up from nerves because i hate going to your restaurant, okay. i don't want you to make me lunch, that won't help.

unsent: you know what? you were right earlier. i could make time for your dinner party if i wanted to, but the idea of sitting in some fancy michelin restaurant or whatever it is dressed up like i'm going to a funeral sounds like hell. i am not your trained monkey to trot out just to make an impression. we both know damn well i'm not cut out for that.

unsent: please come home. for once, come home.

sent: i said i'd be there, didn't i? i'm not responsible for traffic.

billie and ezra

unsent: a woman caught me looking at a bracelet today and asked if i was shopping for someone special. i almost told her your name and had to grit my teeth when i shook my head.

unsent: i'm not actually feeling sick, but if i heard your dad make one more comment about you tonight, chances were that i would hit him. won't complain if you slip over to 'check' on me, though.

unsent: i saw that guy that was hitting on you at the shop today. it was really fucking tempting to shove a nail in his tire and let him get a flat, to sabotage him for going near you.

unsent: you want to know something fucking stupid? sometimes when we go too long without seeing each other, i keep the closet door open so i can see your dresses hanging up and i pretend you're just on a trip and be home soon. because this is your home, this is where you belong. you feel it, too, right?

unsent: what if one day, i got in the car to take you to work, but just didn't stop driving? would you try to make me give you back if i kept going, if we left everything behind without any plan at all?

sent: i'm serious about you. i know i hurt your feelings and i'll make that up to you, but it didn't happen because i stopped caring. one of these days, i'm going to steal you away and tell everyone that you're my girl.

arthur and wren

unsent: ma'am, i think you should probably know a few things about my past if you want to be friends with me.

unsent: thank you for the invitation, but i shouldn't, i got arrested there.

unsent: i have a criminal history, i don't want you to get fired for associating with me.

unsent: there's something i should tell you. i don't want to make a big deal of it, but i don't want to hide things.

unsent: i really like you, but i think you should know something about me. it's fine if you don't like me afterwards.

sent: maybe i could meet you somewhere else and we could talk? have you been to that new yogurt place?

[pumpkinbirth]

Hm.... imagine trying to keep your pregnancy secret to preserve your reputation, then going into labor unexpectedly and hiding in a closet at a fancy party you were pressured into going to, trying to keep quiet to avoid being discovered as you're basically stuck muffling your pained groans, biting on the fabric of one of the shirts hung around you and pushing out an illegitimate son or two

In all fairness, this was technically my parents' fault.

If they hadn't been so strict, so overbearing, I probably wouldn't have let loose at college nearly as much as I had. I certainly wouldn't have fucked nearly as many guys, racking up a body count well into the double digits. And I definitely wouldn't be stuck in my current predicament, I thought bitterly, doing my best to keep a pleasant face on as another aunt engaged me in small talk.

Even if I wasn't dealing with my little problem, there's no way they would've taken no for an answer when they asked (more like told) me to come back home for the holiday break. They'd already planned their usual party, and everyone was expecting to see me there. Great.

My reminiscing was interrupted by a slight twinge of discomfort, and I quickly did my best to save face. Unfortunately, my aunt noticed before I could.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Oh it's nothing," I waved a hand dismissively, absently pulling my festive shawl closer around me. "I think the flight back here messed my stomach up a little." Luckily she bought it, and after a few minutes I managed to weasel my way out of the conversation, knowing my carefree facade would start slipping again. As soon as she was out of sight I made sure no one else was about to approach me before stealthily making my way upstairs. At first I went for the bathroom, but decided against it just in case someone came knocking. Instead I changed course, slipping into my old bedroom.

Unfortunately there was no lock on the door, and never had been, so for extra security I quietly shut myself into the small walk-in closet in the corner of the room. Exhaling shakily, I pressed my back to the wall. "Fuck...don't do this to me tonight, please..." I murmured, pulling the shawl off and looking down at my swollen belly, barely perceptible under my thick sweater, and the source of my troubles. All those hookups had caught up to me, as I feared they would, and my pregnancy couldn't have been timed worse. I'd avoided going to the doctor just in case the information somehow made its way back to my parents, so it was up to me to try and calculate when I was due.

Clearly, I had been a little off, and a small bolt of fear ran through me as that dull pain from before flared up again. Doing my best to keep calm, I tried reasoning with myself. These are probably those weird false contractions you read about, I thought, plus didn't you also read that it can take some women up to a few days of being in labor before actually giving birth? You'll be outta here by then, back in the clear!

I nodded, feeling better about my chances. "Better head back down before I'm gone too long." I said to myself, reaching for the doorknob.

pop!

My hand froze in midair, my eyes widening with fear.

Oh this was not happening.

The heavy gush of fluid running down my legs and making my pants cling to my legs said otherwise, and my breaths turned uneven and panicky. To make things worse, my decidedly not false contractions had increased in intensity, the pain nearly making me double over. Whimpering pathetically, I pressed my back to the furthest corner of the closet, hands shaking as I carefully peeled my ruined pants off, followed by my panties. My legs still glistened with my fluids, which still trickled down my thighs.

I was so entranced by the odd sensation that the next contraction almost caught me off guard, and thinking quickly I pulled a shirt off of one of the hangers, crudely gagging myself to keep from making any noise. The contraction had barely dissipated before another took its place; they were practically on top of each other now. Tears pricked at my eyes as I lowered myself into a squatting position against the wall, steadying my hands on my knees. Surrendering myself to primal instinct, as soon as the next contraction came I bit down hard on my gag as I bore down, the surreal feeling of my baby descending down my birth canal making my cheeks flush.

To the contrary of what I'd thought earlier, my labor progressed faster than I ever thought it would, and I let out a long, muffled groan when, after only a few more pushes, I felt my baby's head starting to emerge. The strange ecstasy of the feeling was interrupted by a cold rush of fear when I faintly heard my name being called from downstairs. My chest heaved with my panicked breaths, and as soon as the next contraction hit I gave it everything I had, practically screaming into the cloth. Just one more left, you can do it, I encouraged myself, and I held my thighs as far apart as I could, bracing myself.

Several things happened at once.

A contraction washed over me, I bore down as hard as I could, another muffled scream tore loose, and the doorknob to the closet turned.

My mother looked down at me in muted horror right as the rest of my baby slipped free of my puffy, ruined cunt, another gush of birthing fluids further ruining the carpet. Panting harshly in the aftermath, only one thought went through my hazy mind:

Fuck, they're so not gonna pay the rest of my tuition.

[luvrlixie]

KILLING ME SOFTLY

【REQUESTED】 - OKAY OKAY SJDBJSISH I WAS GONNA REQUEST A SKZ SEEING YOU IN THEIR CLOTHES OR SOMETHING BUT THEN I STARTED THINKING ABOUT BINNIE SEEING YOU IN SHORT SHORTS AND HIS SHIRT WHICH IS LIKE HUGE ON YOU (ALSO THIS MAN IS DEF A THIGH GUY) AND MY MAN GOES F E R A L. SO. YOU LET HIM RIDE YOUR THIGH <33333

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tags: changbin x gn! reader, soft dom reader, thigh riding/dry humping, very soft, exhibitionism????????? idk they aren't alone in the dorm but no one walks in. not a lot of smut sorry y'all </3 mostly just sappy emotions.. but still nsfw... lit rally wrote at 4am and don't feel like editing lmaoo

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"seriously binnie! if you're gonna spend so much money on clothes, you should at least wear them. you have so many cute sweaters and the fact that they're collecting dust in the back of your closet is a crime."

changbin sat up and peered over the back of the couch as you entered the room. he was ready to shoot back a snarky comment but his words died on his tongue as soon as he saw you.

you stopped by the studio to visit him earlier, where he and the rest of 3racha were working on a track for the next album. you hadn't planned on staying long since you knew your boyfriend would be busy. but about 20 minutes after showing up chan was ushering everyone else out of the room, claiming that he had everything he needed from the other boys for now and that they both deserved a night off. any worries you or changbin might have had about chan overworking himself were immediately replaced by the realization that the two of you would finally have some time alone.

and that brought you to where you were now. standing in front of a blushing boy, wearing shorts and a long shirt of his that completely hid said shorts. you had decided to change after your boyfriend proposed that you spend the night. (at the time he was excited for movies and cuddles, but now it was an offer that he was starting to regret as he could already feel himself growing hard). the shirt you wore was one that changbin never put on due to it's size, he didn't think the whole oversized clothes style was really his thing.

but holy fuck it was yours.

"you uh- you look good."

changbin swallowed and you squinted. he was always a sucker for you wearing his clothes, but it was still odd for him to be turning so red just from seeing you in an shirt of his. luckily it didn't take long for you to notice the way his eyes wouldn't meet yours since they were focused on a different part of your body. you couldn't help but let out a little giggle. seeing you in his clothes might make him weak, but his biggest weakness was your thighs. he'd never exactly talked about your thighs in particular, but it was something that you had picked up on as your relationship progressed. you couldn't help but notice how changbin was always making sure to leave little marks on the inside of your thighs, and would jump at the chance to lay between them when he got sleepy, and how he would often pull out just in time to paint your thighs with his cum.

"like what you see?" you asked playfully as you took a few steps forward so you were standing in front of him.

"like what i- fuck yes... you're gonna be the death of me y/n."

you hummed in amusement, loving the affected you had on your boyfriend, and tangled a hand in his hair so you could guide him forward and let him press kisses on your thighs.

"mm seriously, on my gravestone it's gonna say your name after cause of death" changbin breathed out as he happily trailed his lips over your skin.

"that makes it sound like I murdered you, I'm not a fan of that"

you stood there for a few more minutes. finally moving away once you sensed that changbin was growing impatient. although you loved making your boyfriend beg, now was not that time for that. even though you moved to sit down next to him, changbin whined when you stepped away. knowing you, the poor boy was worried that you were gonna make him suffer through the whole movie with a boner. however, you had much different plans in mind for tonight.

with a smile, you slid a hand between his legs. "such a pretty noise, that little whine. wanna make it again for me?"

changbin's mouth went dry, he opened it to say something but nothing would come out. how were you always able to make him speechless? he did want to make that noise for you again. he wanted you to coo over how cute he sounded, but not here. not in the living room with minho still tucked away in his room, and with hyunjin and seungmin who were expected back at any minute.

"please, please let's go to my room. I need you."

you shook your head and started palming at chnagbin's crotch through his sweatpants, making his body go slack. "shh baby it's okay, calm down. I was just gonna let you grind against my thigh, let you get off like that. we'll be fully clothed so if anyone walks in it'll be pretty easy to play it off as cuddling or a makeout session."

that seemed to be all the reassurance that changbin needed. the way you were touching him paired with your soft voice was making his head spin. all he was focused on now was making you happy and chasing his orgasm. not even a second went by until he was moving onto your lap so he was facing you and straddling one of your legs.

"there you go! good boy."

you helped him settle into a comfortable position and pulled him close so his chest was pressed against yours and his face was buried in your neck. as changbin started to move his hips, you continued whispering words of encouragement and gentle praises since you could feel how tense he had gotten. changbin hadn't exactly done this before. and although the whole thing seemed rather self explanatory and he had gotten off by rutting against a pillow multiple times, he felt a bit self conscious with you watching his every move.

"It's okay bunny, there's no right or wrong way to do this. just whatever feels good." you whispered soothingly into his ear, catching the nervous look in his eyes and the way his movements kept faltering.

it was silly of him to be nervous, he realized. the safest he had ever felt was with you, and over the course of your relationship you had both tried out plenty of new things together (both in and out of the bedroom). thigh riding? this was nothing, you had certainly seen him in much more embarassing situations. so changbin nodded and finally started settling into a steady pace, trusting your words entirely.

every drag of his cock elicited a soft ah sound from the dark haired boy. luckily, you didn't have to worry about him being too loud. he was vocal and made plenty of noise, but always quiet whimpers and soft choruses of "oh"s. you could get him to be loud if you wanted to, you knew how. for now the tiny noises he was making was more than enough to satisfy you as you played with his hair and peppered his forehead with kisses. "there you go bun, bet it feels so good huh?" as you spoke you pressed your leg upwards, applying extra pressure to the whimpering boy's cock. the gasp he let out made your eyes widen in entertainment and you repeated the action, taking pleasure in how he squirmed everytime. "keep going little slut, don't slow down. doesn't my bunny wanna make a pretty mess for me?"

"m-more'" changbin panted.

normally you'd chastise him for not saying please. but right now you honestly couldn't care less. you just wanted your boyfriend to feel loved. wanted him to be as proud of himself as you are of him. so you smiled and pressed your leg up again, hands gripping onto his hips so that you can help guide his movements. "that song you were working on when I visited sounded so good. I know you've been working so hard on it. you're so talented baby, so amazing." changbin let out a sort of strangled noise and tightened his arms around you, pulling himself as close to you as he could get. the absence of words didn't bother you. sometimes changbin babbled on and on while you ruined him, telling you how good he felt and how much he loved you. while other times he just clings onto you, settling on a variety of whines to communicate. both were good.

as the familiar tightness grew in changbin's body, he focused on following the push and pull of your arms. if it wasn't for you guiding him he would have entirely lost his rhythm. knowing that your boyfriend was getting close, you started bouncing your leg and kneading his ass with one hand.

"changbin.. binnie, hey. c'mon let me see your face" you softly prodded, waiting for him to pull back. when he did, your heart squeezed in your chest.

he was so beautiful.

his lips were parted and his bottom lip was glossy and red from biting down on it too hard. his hair was sticking out in a few places, and his eyes were so full of pleasure. you could tell from the glassy look that changbin wasn't entirely present, his thoughts were elsewhere.

"m'gonna..." changbin slurred, hips twitching and back arching. you caught on immediately and softly grabbed his chin to make sure he didn't hide his face again, you always loved to see his face screw up as he comes. this time was no different.

"good boy, good boy let it all out for me"

you helped him ride out his orgasm and leaned forward to kiss him. not even caring that the kiss was messy and mostly just teeth since changbin was panting far too heavily to give you a proper kiss. when changbin's orgasm had finished washing through his body, you let him crash back into your chest. as you waited for him to catch his breath you rubbed his back and buried your face in his hair, giving him time to compose himself before talking.

"I love you binnie"

"..love you too y/n ... but seriously you're way too hot ... gonna die from sexiness overload"

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Black Skirt - Stray Kids Han Jisung ft. Y/N (NSFW)🆕

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Ugh, hi loves. I wrote this while I was training a new employee at work so yeah lol I don't have any lust for my trainee, he was just doing his own thing and I was in la la la land thinking about how nice it would be for Ji to fuck me silly. So enjoy? I wanted to thank everyone for the past couple of months for supporting this account! everyone has a special part to play in my writing and heart. so thank you my babies! Mwah! -Admin

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Black Skirt - Stray Kids Han Jisung ft. Y/N (NSFW)🆕

PLOT: Your best friend Jisung recently had been caught up in a rumor and involved you by saying you were his girl friend. His way of repaying you back for using your name was to take you to dinner. But things took a turn when he couldn't keep his hands off your thighs while wearing your favorite black skirt.

Genre: SMUT - NSFW 18+ (MINORS DNI!!)

Warnings: Spitting, hair grabbing, vaginal sex, teasing, ejaculating without consent

Series: Completed 🆕

It was finally the warmest day in May since there wasn’t anymore rain or snow anymore. And all you want to do was wear something nice to work for once. So, you had decided to wear a little black skirt along with a white shirt that you had been hiding in the back of your closet recently.

Your best friend had promised you dinner tonight after work as a thank you for making you his fake girl friend in recent rumors.

"Come on y\n, I didn’t mean to do make you my girl friend, I just couldn’t think of anyone’s name but yours since your my best friend." Jisung whined as he began to drive.

You silently hummed staring out the window furiously trying not to think about it. But in all honestly, you had a thing for Jisung. The way he would always softly cup your cheeks when they were full from eating a snack like his. Or better yet, the day you caught his eyes raking your body from head to toe when you had changed into a bikini at the beach. His left hand tightly gripping the steering wheel of the car and other hand roughly rake his hair that was tossed.

"y\n…" He softly added looking at you for a few seconds. Your eyes instantly met with his as he had a stare in his hands that ignited something from the pit of your stomach to your core. "yes?" You asked in a small voice. You bite your lips a little as you try to not stare at his beautiful gummy smile when making eye contact.

"You look beautiful today." He added taking his right hand off the steering wheel to brush them against your exposed thighs. Instantly feeling his hot hands onto your cold skin, it made your womanhood ache. He usually didn’t do this to you but when he did oh god, he made you question whether he wanted to fuck you silly or cuddle you.

"I-ugh, thank you." You stuttered pressing both of your lips together and praying that the wetness between your legs wasn’t growing by the second. Jisung's hands still resting on your thighs, you grab the hem of the skirt and began to try to pull it lower to cover up your curves.

A small chuckle escapes his lips as he felt your nervousness. For some reason today you couldn’t deny that it was making you feel exciting.

"Maybe I’ve been just overlooking your beauty…you have to softest thighs y\n." He added taking a deep breath and releasing his hands on your thighs.

"My thighs is my weakest feature …you know how much I hate showing them Ji." You frowned instantly thinking about the last time that someone made fun of your stretch marks on your thighs.

"Please, any guy would be lucky to have those gorgeous things wrapped around his head while he’s tongue fuckin’ that little hole" His voice rang throughout the car as you felt your self grind against the car seat a little trying readjust your positioning.

Your breath almost being knocked out of you as you thought about Jisung laying you onto your back as he uses his hands to push back your legs onto your chest. "Fuck…" Your eyes shut tightly unknowingly as you squeeze you legs together.

"What’s the matter princess…is someone getting a little excited over me?" A soft hum escapes your lips in agreement but you shook your head in denial.

"Come on kitten, don't lie to me. I know that pussy is staining my leather seats right now. Don’t you wish that my hands were between your wet folds?” He teased reaching back over to my inner thighs and drawing small circles delicately with his thumbs.

"Ji- please …" You cried as you bawled your hands into a fist, trying to battle the need of his hands on you.

" I did nothing." He scoffed exiting to an unknown side road. "Skirt off and legs spread wide for me, baby" He demanded as he shut off the engine as the car face an abandoned building. His dark lustful voice made the hairs on the back of your arms raised as you felt another side of him that you haven’t before. Jisung had told you about stories upon stories of how he would make his little date beg for his cock as he placed two fingers in her and edge her.

Was that going to be you now? Who were you to complain? Your hands quickly hiked your skirt over your hips revealing see through panties that cladded over your wet cunt. "Oh ho, look what we have here." Jisung unbuckled his seat belt and reached over to you and pushed you seat backwards allowing you to instantly lay back.

Your eyes lock again with Jisung’s dark hooded eyes as he presses a hot kiss suddenly onto you, hands grabbing your neck and begging you to enter his mouth. God how you wished for this for so long. His hands crept into the opening of your blouse and cupped your perky buds. Thumbs flickering and squeezing them. "Jisung…I- I need you" You groaned slipping your hands to your clothed pussy, gently stroking your self.

"Need me for what? " He grinned leaning in to suck on your exposed skin, leaving soft reddish markings.

" I want to cum on your fingers…" You shyly added avoiding eye contact with him.

"See, was that so hard?" Jisung removed his fingers from your perky breasts as he added a bit of wetness from his tongue. Using his broad tongue to coat his fingers he greeted your clothed slick that’s been dying to be touched.

You instantly hissed at the feeling of his cold wet fingers push down at your womanhood. "Jisung, please don’t tease me" You cried grabbing his hands and pushing them near your slit. He chuckles deeply watching you beg under him. He never thought that his best friend would beg for him so easily. Even though he did now and then used his hands thinking they were your tight pussy taking him.

He leaned in carefully placing a kiss on the outer of your ear as he whispered to you, “Say the magic words and I’ll.” He continued to place soft nibbles on the nape of your neck until you let go of your ego and finally said it.

Jisung’s hands moving away from you as he placed them onto your nipples, squeezing them. “Ji, please fuck me so hard that I can’t think” You begged pulling him onto you harshly for a kiss. Crashing both of your lips together he skipped the part you wanted and began to unbuckle his pants. He swiftly unzipped his pants and bringing it down to his knees to rest. Jisung couldn’t take it anymore, he was going to fuck you and if he was going to, it will be his cock.

Jisung’s cock was nothing you’ve seen before. He pulls away from you to pull down his boxers and set free his enormous cock that spring free. His swollen leaking cock was begging to be touched by the way it curved upward and hit his lower abdomen from being trapped by his clothes. “Spit on daddy’s cock baby.” He whined grabbing your hair and dragging your face close to his swollen prick. You quickly complied with his request and spit onto the tip of the cock. The sight was so beautiful from his eyes. The way you innocently spat onto him, dripping from your thick lips onto the slit of his cock.

“Fuck” He groaned feeling the wetness touching him. You watched as the spit rolled from the head of his cock and down to his shaft making you smack your lips, wishing you could shove it in your mouth.

“Not today princess.” Jisung growled now using his other hand to pump his cock a few times before shoving you back onto the seat.

Jisung quickly runs the tip of his cock onto your clothed pussy that was drenched at this point. He knew if he kept this up you would be screaming the moment it enters you. “Please, please fuck me” You cried clawing at his thighs. Without a second thought, Jisung moves aside your panties shoving his cock in one full thrust into you. “Mother fucker! Your pussy is tighter than I thought y/n” He groaned sinfully as he tossed his head backwards trying not to pass out at the feeling of entering your velvet walls. You on the other hand yelped at the first moment he entered as you tried your best to settle with his thick cock in your small pussy. You have to admit that Jisung was the biggest you’ve ever fucked and it was going to be worth it.

Jisung began to roll his hips as he felt your pussy began to suck him in more and more. He spread your legs wide enough where he swore, he could feel his balls hit you but that was not enough. He wanted to fit every inch in that pussy and give you what you wanted. Jisung carefully placed one of your legs over his shoulders as you held one of his hands. Naturally, you stared into Jisung’s eyes searching for his emotions. Jisung’s eyes was dark and hooded just as yours. He was fucking hot; the way his hair fell into his eyes every time he pounded your little cunt. His dress shirt unbuttoned all the way showing his large chest and silver necklace that you had bought him for his birthday began to dangle over you. You smirked as you saw the symbol of your relationship between the two of you on his neck as he speeds up his pace.

“Daddy, you look so hot fucking me with the present I gave you” you teased biting your lips. He giggles as he spreads your folds with his fingers and wiggles him self into you the deepest, he has gone so far tonight. You swear to God, that he was hitting your cervix at this point and it felt like bliss. “JISUNG!” You screamed his name as he bites his lips staring down at you with sweat dripping. “Shh doll. Daddy is going to cum now” He added as he held your waist tightly pushing down as you felt him spill his hot seeds into your cunt. Jisung rides his high off as you began to clench around his cock, feeling your self cream mixed around his.

Jisung slowly closes his eyes and releases his grip onto you as he gently pulls him self out of you. “y/n…I-I. What just happened?” He smiled brightly as he closed his eyes. He sat up onto the seat trying to breath. “Jisung… I love you” You suddenly confessed sitting up and kissing his chest. “Y/n, I always loved you as a best friend and the love of my life.” He answered stroking your hair softly.

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