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teklarn · 3 years

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hi, this is my first ever ask so I'm not sure I'm doing this correctly, if that's the case I'm sorry; I don't know how tumblr works just yet >:')

would it be possible for you to write something about bakugo, pining incredibly hard for fem!reader and initially hating how strongly he feels about her? because they're not even friends, they only exchange few words occasionally and she doesn't even glance at his way whereas he slowly finds himself unable to divert his eyes from her during classes? shes always with damn deku and his friends and doesn't even seem interested in him at all but his heart can't ignore the way she looks at him proudly whenever they spar together, the way she sends him small confident smiles as they fight each other with all they have; so he thinks that maybe, maybe he might have a chance. basically bakugo liking reader so much he's completely lost in self-hatred because he always thought feelings were for weak romantics and not great people like him, but everytime he sees reader doing some badass things (again, like sparring with him and basically matching his skills etc...) he's reminded of how badly he likes reader? but when he finally accepts he's fallen for reader, after ignoring and trying to forget about how she makes him feel, he masters up the courage to confess? and it's a very clumsy confession because he's awkward and has no idea how to deal with those feelings? and he tries so hard to make reader realise he's never been more serious than now? and reader is startled and speechless before rejecting him? and at that point he's just completely humiliated, so he nods and walks away.

it might be a little dramatic but I've always been into unrequited love and one-sided pining. thank you, its okay if you don't want to write about this, i'll understand <33

𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader (my hero academia)

reblogs are greatly appreciated!

a/n: AHHHHH this is so cute <33 honestly this is super exciting for me and this ask made me so happy, lovey. i’m fairly new to tumblr, i’m usually just a reader but i wanted to migrate here from wattpad so this made me so happy. here u are my love <33 i hope this lives up to what u wanted !! :)) a bit lengthy, but i had a lot of fun writing it !!!

summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you.

genre: fluffy, fluffier than the clouds istg, however the clouds are sprinking a little teeny weeny droplet of angst.

warnings: cursing (bakugou, duhh), one-sided pining (on bakugou’s part) second hand embarrassment (on bakugou’s part bc we can all agree he’s a complete idiot when it comes to trying to get someone’s attention), just bakugou being a jackass, i gave the reader a quirk

word count: 3,859

(pls excuse any typos or mistakes, i edited to the best of my ability but i miss some things sometimes !)

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part 2 is here my loves <3

brutal. it was utterly ruthless. he couldn’t focus, couldn’t think right. his hands were already exceptionally sweaty, but gosh when he saw your damn face, he was ready to explode. literally.

what the hell was it about you? was it your stupid smile? or the way you just seemed to carry every battle on your back? was it all the undeniably sweet things you do for others ‘just because’?

it made him angry that he thought about you, but gosh he couldn’t wait to see you every day.

just like any other day, bakugou found himself staring at the large door to the classroom, awaiting the moment you would bounce into his day, skirt shifting around your legs, bag slung loosely around your shoulders.

his leg was bouncing eagerly.

bakugou didn’t know when the feelings came. his cheeks just started flaring up all of a sudden and one day you just looked...different. you hadn’t done anything different to yourself. it was just him. not that he would ever admit that, to you or anybody else.

you were insufferable. you were stupid and obnoxious and so...so damn...

“y/n! come look at this!”

you’d come walking into class just as expected, and as soon as you did, that stupid nerd had called you over.

it didn’t help that deku sat right behind him, either. the two of you had recently gotten closer. bakugou noticed it last month when he yelled at the two of you to shut up about all might and get to work. he’d turned around to find you leaning over deku, hands resting on his shoulders while you peered at his phone.

“sorry, bakugou,” you’d said, barely acknowledging him. you had waved him off like an annoying fly. is that all you were to him? some nuisance that got in the way of your oh-so-entertaining conversations with deku?

all he heard nearly every day was your chipper voice talking to deku. always, “oh my gosh, midoriya, did you see the fight edgeshot was in last night?” or “midoriya! i have something to add to our quirk analysis book!”

that was the one that took the cake. you two dorks shared a notebook, occasionally passed between one another, and filled it with junk about quirks and pro heroes. but no matter how much he tried to tune you out, no matter how he tried to zone off and think about something else, you were always there. it made him want to vomit how much he thought about you.

you were doing an adorable shuffle over to midoriya’s desk and leaned over the table as you usually did while he angled his phone your way. “did you see this hero report?”

deku let you slip the phone out of his grasp to get a better look.

“no,” you breathed. “was this just recent?”

“yeah,” deku said, taking the phone back. “last night.”

“holy—”

“can you guys shut up over there?” bakugou said, his voice quaking.

“sorry, kacchan.” deku scrolled through the article.

dammit, bakugou thought. “i wasn’t talking to you, nerd. i was talking to shitface over here.” he jerked his head towards you. his eyes flared in anger when he saw you were looking down at your phone, now focused in on the article yourself. “i was talking to you, asshat!”

your eyes flicked up to his. you looked around for a moment before slowly pointing to yourself as if to say, “me?”

his face scrunched. “yeah, you. you’re so damn loud.” gosh, he hated how his voice was cracking, how he could feel his ears and cheeks lighting up in a swollen, cherry red. his stomach flipped.

she’s looking at you, gosh i’m sweating. i’m going to throw up. she’s so gorgeous. what the hell? they’re ugly as shit, i don’t think anything of them.

his eyes bore into yours.

“did you...need something?”

your voice broke his trance.

“kacchan, are you okay? you dozed off there for a second. you look like you’re burning up.”

bakugou looked to deku who was currently stretching out of his seat, arm extended. he pressed the back of his hand to bakugou’s forehead. “you’re really warm, kacchan. should we call recovery girl?”

it took him a moment to realize what was happening. his vision got blurry every time he was with you. bakugou smacked deku’s hand away. “i’m fine!” his voice lifted at the end, cracking. “i’m not sick. don’t you think i’d take better care of myself?”

“i don’t doubt you take good care of yourself, kacchan, but everyone gets sick once in a while. there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“i never get sick!” besides, if i got sick, i wouldn’t want you to be the one taking care of me.

he was still pissed. he was always in a bad mood, however, more so right now because you’d gone straight back to your phone and that stupid hero article that was supposedly so damn interesting.

soon enough, the bell rang, and you were seated at your desk. it was jirou’s old spot, however, after much convincing, you two had switched spots so you could be closer to deku. just a few months of getting close to the idiot and you two are suddenly best friends. jirou hadn’t minded one tiny bit, claiming she needed a break from how loud that section of the room was.

late as always, aizawa came trudging into your room. thankfully, his entire body wasn’t obscured by a yellow sleeping bag that smelled of something unwashed and coffee and gasoline. (for some reason, aizawa’s clothes always smelled of it.)

“lucky for you,” he began while shuffling papers on his desk, “all of you are doing training for these first periods.”

the class cheered in perfect unison, followed by their individual chatter. you had erupted with glee along with them, and bakugou was sure he felt his heart clench and then explode. just a tiny bit. but he shoved the feeling down just as quickly as it had come up.

“go out to the field and wait for further instructions. don’t make a sound in the halls otherwise, i’ll expel all of you.”

this shut everyone up in almost a second, the sound draining out just as water does. the first years trailed out into the hall, single-file mimicking the positions baby ducklings would take when following their mother.

bakugou found himself walking faster when he saw you take up your spot in the line, hoping to land his spot right behind you.

unfortunately, this idiot who considered himself bakugou’s friend tugged him back. “bakugou!” a familiar voice rasped.

“shitty hair, let go of me.”

“hey man, chill out. wanna partner up if we’re doing training in pairs?”

bakugou glanced at the line, the spot that should have been reserved for him now taken up by sato.

bakugou tugged his sleeve from kirishima’s hand. “whatever,” he snapped.

“sounds good!” kirishima flashed him a toothy grin and a thumbs-up. the bubbly feeling in bakugou’s chest died down as he stood behind sato, the overwhelming scent of sugar filling his nose, various candies that would go straight to your arteries.

“you smell like ass, damn,” bakugou remarked, squeezing his nostrils together.

luckily, sato was tall enough to not hear the insult, as he towered over bakugou by just another head. the line began moving like a sloppy train down to the change rooms.

bakugou scoffed as he listened to your giggle. he should be making you laugh.

“you’ll be given partners randomly from this box.” aizawa held up a familiar red box. “inside are all your names. i’ll select one, then that person will come up and pick another name from the box. that will be your assigned partner for today. as soon as you have your assigned partner, i want you guys to get straight to work.”

denki raised a hand, speaking before being called on. “sensei, why are we getting random partners? we’re always allowed to choose.”

“in the real world, you’re going to come across different villains every day. you’ll never improve your skills or your quirks if you keep fighting the same person.”

denki sighed, slumping back.

dammit, bakugou thought, gritting his teeth together. there wasn’t any way he wanted to be partners with you. it’s obvious he’d win the fight in the first few seconds.

yes! exactly right! bakugou internally grinned. his fluctuating feelings had finally soothed themselves. you were just another extra, and he had no room for you in his head.

aizawa took a moment to fiddle with the slips of paper inside the box. soon enough, he pulled out a name. “todoroki.”

todoroki walked up, digging his hand into the box when aizawa held it out for him. he pulled out a name, delicately unraveling the slip. “uraraka, you’re my partner.” he deadpanned.

the brunette grinned. “great!”

the two found their own spot on the field, and the class’s attention was once again diverted to their grouchy teacher as he pulled out another name.

“bakugou.”

bakugou strutted up without a worry in his mind. he pulled a name to find...

“y/n,” he said, voice a low growl. instead of the annoying fluttering in his chest, his eyes met yours, and they were filled with a different, new ferocity. he crumpled the paper in one hand, letting it twirl to the ground.

you looked at him, unsmiling. your eyes gave away nothing, and to bakugou’s knowledge, all you saw in him was another opponent.

it took him a moment to realize you had both locked eyes for about a minute. perhaps the two of you would have stayed as you were if aizawa hadn’t snapped at the two of you to get moving as yaomomo’s name was called.

bakugou was on his way to the back of the field, you followed close behind. while there was plenty of room still, he chose a secluded area. while it was still open enough to view everything going on so nobody got hurt, it was often nobody chose to train here. for whatever reason, you weren’t sure.

“wait up, bakugou,” you said. after a bit, you caught up to him.

“if you can’t keep up, then...” then what? he looked at you from the side of his eye. “then don’t keep up...” gosh, here came the embarrassing, disgusting feeling of redness in his cheeks.

you laughed. “what?”

“shut up.”

“you’re an idiot, bakugou.”

“i said shut the hell up!”

“what, so you can call me shitface in front of the entire class but you get all pissed when i call you an idiot?”

so you had heard him!

he tongued his cheek, curling his hands around an invisible ball, explosions sparking in the centers of his palms. “don’t expect me to hold back, dumbass.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it.”

gosh he loved that about you.

bakugou caught his thought in the air.

ahem...gosh he hated that about you.

you both charged in at the same time. his cry was louder than yours, but you struck first.

he admired your quirk. while he’d overhead you explaining all the drawbacks it had, it was strong, and you were strong because you knew how to control it.

purple arrows flew from your arms, going in your desired directions. if you lost focus for one moment, they’d vanish and weaken. if you focused too hard or long, you’d be plagued by a splitting headache.

he’d spent too much time obsessing over your strengths and weaknesses.

your arrows were weightless, however they were solid objects capable of carrying any mass, any thing, and worked as extensions of your body.

the violet arrow had shot out at him, twisting around his right gauntlet and crushing inwards. it’d snaked around him without him noticing, slithering along his back.

bakugou struggled to get the air-light arrow off his wrist, but it was no use. he glared back, only to see your focused, furrowed brows. he’d expected to see your cocky ass smiling. it was nice to see you weren’t.

that was one thing that had also caught his eye. you never underestimate your opponent, but you never underestimate yourself, either.

you conjured a larger arrow. it snaked around your right arm as you hurled bakugou into the air, releasing your grasp on him. you shot your other arrow into the air, and it raced into the sky.

it swerved. bakugou’s eyes went wide as the tip of the arrow came down on his chest. if they weren’t intangible things, he would have been bleeding out.

another drawback: the arrows, while they could solidify, they couldn’t do any actual damage. you had to use your surroundings to inflict harm on your opponent.

he coughed out as the arrow shot him into the ground. he hadn’t even touched you, and here he was, vulnerable and so...so...

you stood over him, hands on your hips.

vulnerable and so lost in that adorable, winning smile.

“get away from me, idiot,” he grunted and turned onto his side, his back crying out in pain.

“i think i won this fight, bakugou,” you chirped, rocking on your heels.

“don’t get arrogant, shithead. you won’t be winning against me anymore.”

you grinned, arrows shooting out behind your back.

the dorms were exceptionally quiet. you were typing away in the common room, bakugou on the couch reading. everyone was off doing something else. it was the weekend, luckily. he’d expected you to go bounding out with everyone else, however you’d stayed back, claiming you had some homework to catch up on.

bakugou being classic bakugou had stayed back. he was excited to have the dorm to himself, but your dumbass was stuck here with him. couldn’t you have done your typing in your room?

you were so aggressive on that poor keyboard.

“oi, quiet down with your shit typing.”

you barely grunted in response.

“don’t ignore me.”

“i heard you, mom.”

“the hell did you call me?”

no response. only your aggressive typing is a bit less aggressive.

“i can still hear it,” bakugou remarked, eyes fixed on your back.

“‘kay,” you said. your typing slowed a tad, and your pressure on the keys lessened.

it was quiet now. bakugou should go back to his book. he shouldn’t still be looking for a reason to talk to you.

the pages crinkled in his fingers. he bit his tongue, keeping his snarky comments in.

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know that? doing your damn homework. it’s due tomorrow.”

you turned, pursing your lips. “and how would you know what i’m working on? are you stalking me?”

“i- what? no. you’re such an idiot, of course i’m not—”

“i’m messing with you,” you breathed, face un-moving.

“o-oh,” bakugou stuttered out. he blinked awkwardly.

“gosh, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?”

“you’re annoying.”

“you’re a jackass.” you returned to your work. bakugou settled with reading in his room. reading consisted of jumping onto his bed just as the stereotypical high school girl would in an eighties movie. he buried his face in his pillow, face burning bright red. he cursed you for making him feel this way, and hated himself even more for how much he enjoyed it.

the next day came swiftly. you’d left early to go train with midoriya. there were many improvements needed to be made, but you weren’t doing too bad.

you propelled yourself forwards with an arrow, and your green-haired friend shot back, lightning flickering around his body.

landing back on the ground, you panted and swiped the sweat from your brow. from the corner of your eye, you could make out both kirishima and bakugou coming to the training grounds.

bakugou stopped in his tracks, frowning at the sight of you.

it was evident he hated you a bit more than everyone else. he was always making his annoying comments, he was always snubbing you. you saw no reason to talk to him, so you didn’t. either way, even if you tried, he would still get angry for no reason.

it’d taken you quite some time to get used to his obnoxious attitude. tuning him out had been the best course of action, in your opinion.

the way you and midoriya had bonded was through bakugou, in a way. the first day of school, bakugou had snapped at you for tripping over your laces and nearly crashing into him. later that day, midoriya had stepped up and apologized for his old friend’s actions.

you two had never been too close until now. the recent incidents going on with the league of villains had snagged your attention, and it seemed you were the only person who didn’t mind listening to him ramble on about heroes.

you were just as passionate and just as dorky, but midoriya could talk your ear off. you never minded, and he always took the hint when you didn’t want to listen.

you brought your leg up, twirling in the air with ease and watched your heel collide with midoriya’s face. he grunted, stumbling back.

you were about to charge in again when a hand landed on your shoulder, big and rough. you turned to see bakugou standing behind you, a scowl on his face.

“fight me again,” he demanded.

“excuse me?”

“don’t act like you didn’t hear me.”

“i’m in the middle of fighting midoriya right now.”

“so?”

“so if you think that i’m just going to ditch my friend because you want to fight, i won’t.”

“you’re being stubborn.”

“i’m being reasonable. back off.”

“y/n?” midoriya rubbed his jaw—right where you had struck him. “what’s going on?” he jogged up to you and bakugou.

“he wants to fight me in the middle of our fight. it’s nothing serious. don’t worry about it, midoriya. let’s just ignore him.”

bakugou made a sound someone would only make if they were choking. “the hell did you just say?”

“we’re ignoring you!” you waved him off and placed your hand on midoriya’s shoulder, wandering away.

it was new to him, not getting what he wanted. and what he wanted right now was to be around you. again, it wasn’t like he would ever admit that to himself.

“dude? you good? i thought you went off to fight y/n. i was so ready to cheer you on, dude,” kirishima’s chipper voice piped in. “she’s not fighting with you? why not?”

“the dumbass was just probably scared of getting her ass beat by me.”

“dude...that sounds really weird.”

“whatever, shitty hair. let’s go.”

the clock ticked. his ears were on fire. again.

gosh, it was happening again. it was all you. his face scrunched up, his voice would surely crack if someone were to ask him what was wrong.

bakugou was once again stuffing his face in his pillow, hiding his expression from no one. why did you have to go train with that shitty nerd? why were you always around deku? deku, of all people. what did he have? why was he so great?

bakugou was a man of many insecurities, but losing to deku? that was possibly his biggest fear.

perhaps he wasn’t the nicest, or the most soft person out there. bakugou could admit that, at least. but he was smarter than deku. he was stronger and he was better and people liked him more. right?

what was so...amazing about deku?

it was often bakugou would find himself obsessing over little, insignificant things such as these.

you were what he was thinking of most of the time. just yesterday, he’d gotten a test returned. he was expecting an eighty at the lowest, but more so expecting a high ninety. it’d come back exactly sixty percent.

sixty. percent.

bakugou vividly remembered staring at your face. he also remembered not being able to focus because of it. his grades were dropping because of you.

you were the only person to be able to do this to him.

his heart grew quiet, but the pounding of his didn’t cease. he lifted his head.

“alright, fine,” he said aloud. “you win, y/n. you win.”

he settled with getting over his feelings the way he’d read them in his collection of romance manga.

bakugou left his room and knocked on your door. (he was banging on it, but it was his nice way of knocking.)

you answered, looking around awkwardly. “yes?”

his hands shook. how was this supposed to go? sure, he’d seen it in romance movies and read it in books but it was always easy to tell whether the guy would get the girl or not.

in this instance, bakugou was clueless. for once in his life, he was clueless. you stood, tapping your foot with a hand on your hip, waiting expectantly for him to tell you why he was here.

“um.” he scratched behind his neck. “you uh- i uh...i’m sorry i called you a, um...a shitface.”

“okay? is that it?”

what? come on! it was already unlike him to apologize. what else did you want from him?

“did you...i’ve been thinking, maybe? maybe we could..train together as...friends?”

“...what?”

gosh dammit, as friends?

“whatever, um...the uh...” oh gosh, what did the boys do in all the books he’d read? right! bakugou stretched out his arm, resting his forearm on the door, leaning to the side.

although he didn’t, really, because like the clumsy jackass he was, bakugou missed completely and nearly toppled to the floor.

this earned a snicker from you.

his stomach flipped and churned, and bakugou found himself unable to reach your eyes. “uh, would you maybe..? okay, um. do you want to go on a date with me? you absolute fucking dumbass.”

your eyes flew wide. “...what?”

“no, that’s not what i— i mean i didn’t mean the last part. um, i meant the first part. the first two parts. the part where i was asking you if you wanted to go on a date with me and then before that when i said maybe because it’s still a maybe until you say yes. or...or no because that’s an option too.”

he swallowed.

you resisted the urge to mock him, just a little bit. “um, bakugou, listen.”

he leaned closer. “yes?”

“it’s going to be a no. i’m sorry, but i’m just not interested in you like that.”

it took him a moment to register everything. his shoulders sagged. gosh that was brutal.

“oh, alright.”

“yeah, uh, sorry about that.” you offered him a weak smile, still a bit shocked yourself. he did his best to return it, and when you closed the door, his face was ready to explode.

it was so damn difficult to deal with these feelings, but maybe it was better this way. knowing where you stood on your end, he knew he wouldn’t miss out on anything.

perhaps it was alright to admire from afar. things could happen in the future, right?

right now, he’d just wait. for a long, long time. bakugou pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. maybe it was alright to not have you right now. perhaps he could better himself for you. just for you.

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grays-gibberish · 3 years

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Onagawa’s disaster birthday

960 words // tw swearing // bakuten ficlet // not reread so pls ignore typos

@rudolphsboyfriend here u go bestie !!!

@bookquote-inc idk if u wanna read it but this is the fic i mentioned in ur tags

“Hellooooo? Anyone here? Helllloooooo?!” Nagayoshi yells into the empty air. “Where on earth is everyone?” he mumbles. “I can't believe they missed my birthday, assholes.” he scoffs.

Nagayoshi starts to walk back to his room, huffing about bad friends before he pauses, guilt creeping up on him. “Maybe they’re setting up a surprise party or something, and that’s why they’re not here. That's got to be it. They wouldn’t miss my birthday. They wouldn’t.” he trails off, the unsaid question of “Would they?”dripping like acid in his mouth.

Maybe I forgot to write my birthday on the calendar and it’s all my fault. Nagayoshi thinks, suddenly doubting himself.

Rushing into the kitchen, Nagayoshi runs so fast he socks slide across the floor, almost making him slam into the wall. Steadying himself, his eyes scan the calendar.

“November 30 - Onagawa’s bday :D !!” the little box reads.

“Well it’s not that then,” he mumbles as he exits the kitchen again. “So they really did forget my birthday.” he hums sadly. “Who would have thought?” Nagayoshi asks the air as he walks into his room, shutting the door behind himself.

~ ~ ~

“Shit, shit, shit!” Kotaro yells, slamming his hands against the wall.

“Oh all days for there to be a train closure.” Masamune says, voice faint.

“I’m sure Onagawa-senpai is fine!” Shotaro buts in, trying to lighten the mood.

“We left him, Futaba. On his birthday. I dont think he is.” Ryoya responds.

“Your quite right, Misato.” Keisuke says, tone light and cheerful. “Right about now Onagawa is probably hating himself after he somehow convinced himself it’s all his fault.”

“Nooooo!” Shotaro cries. “No please don’t think that Onagawa-senpai! Its not your fault! Its the traffics fault!”

“He can’t hear you, idiot.” Kotaro snaps.

“Hey you didn’t have to be mean about it.” Ryoya blurts.

“No fighting,” Masamune warns.

“Sorry,” Kotaro says, looking away sheepishly. “I’m just upset that we’re missing Onagawa’s birthday.”

“It’s okay, I get it.” Shotaro says, eyeing the crowds of frustrated people waiting for a ride.

The minutes tick by in silence, each member occupying themselves in a different way. Shotaro and Ryoya lean their heads against the wall and talk back and forth in hushed tones. Masamune keeps watch over the crowds, eyes peaked for any signs of movement or news. Kotaro picks at his nails, taking off all the nail polish that was once there. Keisuke takes out his phone and watches plant videos, becoming the calm in the middle of a chaos. Asawo who had been tapping away at her ipad the whole time suddenly stops.

“Ahem,” she coughs, catching everyone’s attention. “I think i found us a solution.” she says holding up her ipad. Everyone leans forward to see the screen.

“‘Bus rides from Soma to Iwanuma - 2,500 yen per person’ Hey that’s where we are! Soma!” Watari cries.

“‘Iwanuma’! And that’s where school is!” Shotaro adds.

“‘2,500 yen’ that’s not a bad price.” Keisuke hums.

“Kurikoma you genius! Well, guys it seems like we have a new plan. Let’s go!” Masamune cheers.

“There is no need to yell.” Ryoya murmurs.

~ ~ ~

Stumbling over themselves in the doorway the team doesn’t see Nagayoshi standing in the hall. Nagayoshi who was coming from the kitchen stops short when he sees the team.

“So look who finally decided to show up.” Nagayoshi snarls, looking incredibly intimidating with tear streaks down his face and an ice cream pint in hand.

Six heads snap up to his face simultaneously, all eyes wide with shock.

“Onagawa-senpai!” Shotaro cries.

“Onagawa-san!” Watari yells, falling over Shotaro in his haste to get to Nagayoshi.

“Don’t even,” Nagayoshi hisses brandishing a spoon at the group. “You left me on my birthday, you bitches!”

“Onagawa-“ Masamune starts.

“Nuh unh! I don’t wanna hear it from you Mr. Apples!”

“Mr. Apples?” Masamune questions.

“Onagawa please let us explain.” Keisuke pleads.

“Ugghhh fine,”

~ ~ ~

“So you’re telling me that you went to the Tan Tan Girls event in Soma - that I didn’t go to so I could spend my birthday with you all - to get me Ma-chan memorabilia for my birthday. As a surprise?” Nagayoshi drawled, eyeing his teammates one by one.

“Y-yes,” Kotaro says nervously, afraid of Nagayoshi’s reaction.

Nagayoshi promptly bends over in his seat and laughs incredibly hard for the longest time.

“Ooh I was right! I knew it was a surprise party! I looked in the fridge to see if I could find a cake hidden but I didn’t and got sad so I took the ice cream, but oh how it feels good to be right.” he says wiping tears from his eyes.

The team sits in stunned silence. Then Ryoya fails to muffle a laugh and then everyone is dissolving into laughter. Once the calm has come back Keisuke asks a question.

“I texted you saying we were coming but we’re gonna be late, did you not see it?”

Nagayoshi’s face flushes red and he looks away. “Oh yeah about that. I got upset and threw my phone out the widow. And then I couldn’t find it…” he said before starting to laugh again.

“Onagawa, you idiot.” Kotaro says with a smile.

“Well we’re very sorry for everything that’s happened so far but do you think we can still save this birthday?” Masamune says standing up and clapping his hands together.

“I think so,” Nagayoshi says smiling at his friends.

“Hey sorry I’m late!” a voice calls from the door. “My wife got hurt at work and I had to go in and see her and sign some stuff! But I’ve got the cake!” Coach Shida calls.

“Yeah, Im sure this birthday can be saved.” Nagayoshi says smiling wide.

#toad talks #toad writes #my writing #my fic #bakuten #bakuten!!#backflip!!#backflip #onagawa nagayoshi

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naraism · 5 years

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Two concerts. First rows. An afterparty and a meet and greet.

Aka the two best days of my entire life. My hands are still shaking, so pls ignore typos.

Okay, so, Bára/ @followthecreeper , Lucy/ @beauty-at-matrix, our friend Terka and Anna/ @062467 (who joined us to the first rows) and I attended the two concerts in Prague. I’m gonna write down everything I can and the girls are encouraged to add just as much they can. ♡♡♡

The First Concert

The first day we got to the arena at 8am and our waiting began. We managed to be right behind a couple so we were among the first people there – the waiting was annoying but so much worth it. When the gates finally opened we sprinted down into the venue and managed to get a spot in the first row right in front of Paul. (We risked by going to a different entrance than we had on the tickets, thankfully, all went well.) Then came a couple of more hours of waiting and the duo Jatekok started to play. Not your usual choice of a support but I rather liked it. Also during the waiting one of the security guys came to us, asked us how are we doing and then he opened his hand and had a number of Richard’s pick in it. They were gone in a matter of seconds lol – Lucy managed to get one, I had one gripped but a dude was stronger than me. The last ten minutes were the longest minutes in my entire life – though what came after them was the most beautiful thing ever.

Rammstein started playing at 19:40 – Schneider’s intro really knocked the air out of you and as each member started to walk out onto the stage, the madness began. I wanted to cry when I finally saw them all right in front of me and when Paul walked to our side and IMMEDIATELY started looking into the audience, we lost our shit. @babypaulchen was right, the man keeps staring at you, keeps smiling at you and plays with you the entire time! We could see he really loved when we started to headbang and our hair went flying everywhere – I can remember how he was looking at me, smiling, and then he started to headbang too, encouraging us to be crazy.

I think that somewhere in the beginning of the concert Till came to our side and sung right in front of us. Then the motherfucker looked at me and mimicked at me that I should take my shirt off and show him my tits. I just raised the crop top so my bra was visible but that was not enough for him and he kept raising his hands up, so I would take the bra off too. With so many people around I was too shy to do that so I just laughed and shook my head, screaming NO! at him. He pretended to be offended, waved his hand in dismiss and returned to the center. Later in the song he came back and did the leg thingy where he threw his leg onto the railing and kept singing.

Paul kept running from one place to another, being the sweetheart that he is, he even climbed behind Schneider to play with him and then kissed his forehead. My heart melted. And every time he was on his side he kept looking down, seeing us party down there and laughing so much. I never really could hold his gaze longer than for a couple of seconds, It just felt like you’re suddenly the only person it there. He also went down to the fence and signed a couple of things, then he touched our hands as he walked by. The same thing went with Till when he was kicked down during Mein Teil and he walked by us in all his butcher glory.

During Links one of the main security guys was walking down the row, stopped right in front of me and just offered me the Afterparty bracelet. I couldn’t believe my eyes as he strapped the band around my hand and told me where to go after the concert. Fucking speechless. He then continued into the middle, picking up some other random people as well. I also saw Joe so I waved at him, hen noticed me and winked back lol.

During the concert you could really see how much fun the guys were having, laughing all the time, goofing around, running around and enjoying the energy coming from the audience. The entire stadium flawlessly sung Du hast and Sonne, it really chilled us to the bones, hearing so many people sing in unison. And the same thing can be said about Engel – while the guys were moving to the B stage, the camera was pointed at the audience and guess who had her face shown to the entire arena – I diiiiiiid. They took shots of all different people and before you knew it, the sign to use your phone’s light appeared and everyone was singing their heart out. Really magical. The guys then returned on their boats and our partying with Paul continued. We were doing the fucking Macarena in front of Paul, making him laugh.

Also holy shit I think it was during Du hast Paul stood in front of us, hand nothing to do so he started FLOSSING. You know, that weird-ass dance. Or rather attempted it and then frowned, waved his hand in dismiss and then continued to dance his own little dances.

Rammstein and Ich Will took our breaths away, especially when Till spoke in Czech – ruce nahoru! – and the arena went nuts. A beautiful ending, Till once again used his Czech, charmed us with his thank yous and the guys disappeared into the tower. Also, I almost caught Schneider’s stick, he noticed my screaming and jumping and threw it my way, but a dude next to me had longer hands. Oh well. That was not the end of the day for me. I once again asked one of the security guys where to go, said goodbyes to the girls and went my own way to the Afterparty.

The Afterparty

There was quite a number of us people and even before the stadium emptied, we were ushered into a room with red lights, a bar, a DJ set and couches and chairs by the walls. I was feeling kinda weird as I didn’t know anybody in there so I just shuffled to the first group that was speaking Czech. Luckily, I befriended a girl, Camie, who was also in the Afterparty for the first time and as I found out, loves Paul just as much I do. We got some mojitos, the barman was happy to hear Czech lol, and we kinda stood there together talking about the concert – in like half an hour Paul was the first one to come out of doors that were curtained and lead to their dressing rooms. It was discouraged to follow them around, you were supposed to enjoy the free booze, the music and if you were lucky enough, one of the guys would start to chat with you. So Paul moved from one place to another, greeting people and talking to them. Then came Schneider and spend some time talking by the dressing room doors, talking to one of the girls I chatted with too.

LOL

While that happened we saw Flake emerge together with Ollie and holy shit, even when they’re both really tall, it’s so easy to overlook them. I think that Ollie immediately went back to the hotel while Flake hanged around for a bit and then also kinda disappeared. We were both freaking out, because holy shit, they’re suddenly so freaking close asjdhhkjasbdkjsad. Till then walked out as well and together with his body guard made a beeline to the exit. He looked like a fucking mob boss, in a dress shirt, suit and a cap. I think he had kinda different plans, as I saw somewhere a pic with him and couple of girls, that were supposedly pole dancers. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

And then the diva walked out. Richard was basically wearing the same clothes he was wearing during the Berlin aftershow, where he was dancing with Khira. He got immediately swarmed by girls, either asking for a signature or for a hug (pics weren’t allowed). We used the situation as well and joined the group, waiting for our turn. Richard was so kind, he was smiling the entire time, laughing, and generally being really friendly. When I asked him for a hug he was like “Sure! :D” and laughed and his hug was so warm and my heart melted. He was also so much smaller than I expected. It might have been also because I was still wearing my steel boots while he had his worn out pair of converse shoes lol. Nonetheless, he was really charming and welcoming.

We then moved in front of the DJ set, with new drinks and danced for a bit – Joe was mixing the songs and it was all really good, he played anything from Depeche Mode and Joan Jett to Billie Eilish and Britney Spears. (I wanted to make a short vid of us dancing later but Joe immediately told me not to do that and wanted me to delete the vid lmao, which I did. I just found it hilarious that we were dancing to Dschinghis Khan’s Moskau jsahajsfka).

We then took a break for a while and discovered that Paul was just next to us, talking to some people. We joined the circle and me and Camie took a vid of us hugging Paul. I talked to him for a bit, thanked him for the show, telling him how much I enjoyed it and that it couldn’t have been better. He smiled that adorable smile of his and offered me his hand so I took it and before I knew what’s going on he raised it and kissed it. Then he hugged me and thanked me as well. He is also so so tiny ksjaflshfkskfa. And because Paul’s attention span is non-existent, he was already turning to other people to talk to them. We were both freaking out, Camie shook me by my shoulders in joy, not realizing she was pushing me accidentally into Schneider’s back. We then went for more drinks, the poor barman was almost out of alcohol, so he tried to mix up anything drinkable lol.

(we weren’t allowed to take any pics but Camie managed to make a sneaky video, bless her - PLS DO NOT STEAL THE GIF, DO NOT REPOST IT)

We talked for a bit, saw Richard hanging by the doors into the arena – if someone wanted to smoke they had to go out, it made sense he’s going to be there. I told Camie that I’d like to talk to him but before I could come with anything sensible she was already pushing me towards him. We stopped by him and I just started to babble about how I like his work, that especially the last Emigrate album was great. He put his hand onto his heart and kept thanking me, doing these tiny bows and looking absolutely adorable/hot. I also mentioned that Brig was at the 1,2,3,4 video shoot and that it was really great and he just kept smiling, thanking and being happy in general. Then other people came to talk to him so we left them alone, going to relax a bit.

We could see that only Paul and Richard remained, although more and more people were dancing. We joined them and danced our hearts out, loving every song that Joe played. Not soon after Paul got up from the couches and joined the dancing group, dancing there with us. It was so surreal – he was dancing right next to me, being his little energetic self and also trying not to spill his wine. We kept dancing there for some time and Paul then slowly moved through the groups, dancing around till we lost sight of him.

I had to check if there were any trams going back to my flat as it was already after midnight. We danced for a bit longer but some drunk guy was trying to get our numbers and kept inviting us to him so we tried to distance ourselves. We also discovered that Paul had already left as there were not so many people – there could have been like 70(?) of us, now probably not even half. Richard was still there, though he was again talking to some girls. I was already getting tired and didn’t want to wait for another hour for the trams so in a hurry I said goodbye to Camie, looked around for the last time and left the afterparty. And because I was an idiot (and drunk) I fucked up my night trams and in the middle of nowhere, with dead phone I had to go to the nearest opened pub and asked for a taxi. I returned home around 2am and barely had any strength left.

The Second Concert and the Meet and Greet

Since I had the meet and greet event I did not have to wake up early – Bára left in the morning to wait with the rest of the girls again for the first row and I had a chance to sleep in till 4pm and get rid of the hangover. I asked the girls to write down everything that happened in the first row again, because apparently, it was wilder than the first time – just seeing Bára “pick her nose” in the gigantic screen while Lucy was facepalming made me laugh so hard. They returned with with drumsticks and a pink hat signed by Paul. And supposedly simulated sex with glow sticks during Pussy, making Paul lose his shit.

The Meet And Greet

(I will upload my pics on a separate post :) )

For a month or so I was in a group chat with the other people that were also attending the M&G and we agreed to meet a bit earlier to finally meet each other. I wanted to stop at the merch-truck but the queue was so fucking long I left it be (I just hope they’ll put the shirts into the rammshop like they did last time). We all met, chatted for a bit – there were people from all over Europe – from Germany, Poland, Sweden, Holland, Italy, Russia – I was actually the only Czech there lol.

We were picked up around 18:50 by the guy who was responsible for us, he checked our IDs and then took us through the VIP zone down the stairs to the same room where the afterparty was the day before. We had to wait for a bit as there were some other guest meeting the guys who were then escorted up the stairs. Thee guys apparently received Gold for the 7th album. Also one of the guys that was taking care of us told us that one of the grannies living nearby the arena called the fire department, thinking it was on fire lmao.

Anyway, after like ten minutes, we were let in and stood in a row against the wall where a couple of hours before I was dancing my head off. There was a woman that was telling us how it’s all going to happen, that the members will have pens, will sign one item and can take a pic. She couldn’t even finish her sentence and Richard already walked in, in his full stage outfit, took some pens from her and moved to one side of the line. She said something like “Ah, here is the first one.” And Richard, nonchalantly replied “I’m always the first one.” while beginning to sign stuff. What an experience. It got a bit chaotic then because the rest of the guys suddenly appeared too and stared signing stuff from the other side.

Before Richard could get to me, Oliver singed all of our stuff and apologized that he’s not taking any pics today as he is in hurry. I did not understand at first but then I realized he was the only one who was not in a stage outfit and they were supposed to play in like a half an hour. Then came Richard, now much taller with his boots and signed my album. Joe was again with him and because I did not really want to have selfies with the guys I asked him to take the pic. He did, just as he did it to other people as well.

Then came Flake in his glorious golden outfit, smiling and being friendly. A girl on my left complimented his outfit, pointing to her silver top, telling he inspired her. It was so cute seeing him thanking her and complimenting her outfit just as well. I greeted him, thanked him for the show, took a picture with and wanted to also thank him for all the books he wrote, though there was already a queue forming – Schneider was right behind him, so he had to move forward.

Let me tell you, Schneider is such a sweetheart. While he was getting ready to sing my stuff I told him how I started drumming because of him and how it helped me to deal with stuff and he immediately started grinning and going “Aawww, thank you so much, that is wonderful!” and was smiling like an idiot, just as me. There was nobody free to take a picture so with him I took a selfie – even when I tried to stay cool my hands were shaking a bit and he was patient enough to take a proper pic. Than he thanked me once again and moved forward.

PAUL. Paul, baby, I love you so much. Again a very cheery Hi! And that wonderful smile of his. When he was about to sign the album I asked him if he could draw that smiley face he does and he laughed and said “Sure!” and drew the prettiest self-portrait ever. It was so surreal to watch him draw it, focusing hard on it to make it perfect. He did a couple of re-touches until he was satisfied with it and then proudly smiled as he observed his creation. I asked the girl next to me for a pic. Her hands were shaking quite a bit so when she took the pictures, Paul was concerned with the results. “Are the pictures okay?” He asked as he looked down into my phone. “Are they blurry?” So we checked them together and they were fine; again, he was so happy with the result. Meanwhile Till was going from the other side of the line so Paul was stuck next to me so he turned to me and smiled – he pointed to my red crop top and told me: “Oh, we match!” he had the red beanie and red boots on and in that second I died inside. “We both have red!” he said happily and then slowly moved to the girl next to me. The last thing he did was that he looked at me and asked “Alles okay?” I just managed to laugh and told him that “Ja, just perfect.”

He then spent some time with the girl next to me, looking at the pictures she had brought for signing – he was amazed by the quality and took his time looking over them, looking at each individually. He even called Till over to look at them. That’s where I internally cried as my almost non-existent German did not help me. What I could understand was that Till looked at it, telling him that those were pictures from Instagram. Paul asked him where from and they both started discussing the pics and Instagram. It was adorable – Paul was in awe while Till just shrugged and continued signing, taking pictures. Paul signed the main picture she had and then she quickly showed Paul a picture of him, where he was striking a pose with his guitar leaning back. He was overjoyed and immediately copied the pose, leaning back, doing the same pose. He then laughed and signed some pictures and moved on.

Till was the last one to come, he quickly signed my stuff and I let the guy next to me take the picture. I can’t describe the feeling when he put his gigantic paw around me – he really is a bear turned into a human. I also loved how nonchalant he was about the whole M&G. He then moved to the guy next to me and signed his stuff and I was supposed to take the pic. Except I put my phone down onto the ground next to my things and expected him to hand me his phone. “No, take it with yours, it’s better!” so I bent down for it and heard Till laugh and say “Too late!” and moved to the next person. He was of course just joking and when I was ready with the phone he returned and I took the picture.

In another minute or two it was all over, Schneider and Paul told us to enjoy the show, smiled and then again disappeared into the dressing rooms. Us people with the standing tickets were escorted out into the arena and I had a pleasant surprise – on the other side of the doors stood Ulrike, in her beautiful black dress. Holy shit she’s really tall. I wanted to compliment her dress though she was busy herding their sons, it was hilarious. We passed, let her inside and went to find a good spot.

The Second Concert

I stayed with the guy who was next to me during the M&G, nicknamed Probo, who was from Italy. He told me he managed to not spoil himself the concert so it was really precious watching his reactions. We stayed near the B stage, meaning we had a beautiful view of the entire stage and the fire show. It was also nice to see the guys singing Engel and encouraging the crowd to sing as well. Especially Paul did jsahjsfkuftjhchd. Then we had a wonderful view of the guys on the boats – Schneider and Paul tried to stand up but fell down to their knees in a moment while laughing like maniacs. We enjoyed the rest of the show, danced and sung with the crowd. Last nice surprise was that People sang Sonne while the piano version was in the background as the guys kneeled.

Oh and when there was the camera from the backstage, filming the guys as they’re getting into the elevator, there was nobody to give Richard a cigarette, so he just stood in front of the camera, opened his mouth and kept pointing his finger into it till somebody finally came to him and put the cigarette right into his mouth. That was really… something.

Anyways, this is all from me and I hope @followthecreeper, @beauty-at-matrix, and @062467 will add their stories from the first row.

Best two days of my entire life. ♡♡♡

#rammstein #Paul Landers #Christoph Schneider #Flake Lorenz #Till Lindemann #Richard Kruspe #RZK #Oliver Riedel #Prague 2019 #16.07.2019 #17.07.2019 #Rammstein stadium tour #mine #.txt

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isnt-it-a-trial · 6 years

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i have SO MANY feelings abt heathers uk. so we are doing this alright. this is gonna be long idk how to do the read more thing i’m sorry. i LOVED heathers uk and this is just my thoughts on the album. forgive any typos or anything also i swear i love jamie his accent is just so bad.

beautiful: carrie’s speaking voice in some parts actually makes me very confused idk why it’s so annoying? but her vOCALS! the change in what kurt says to martha was just unnecessary? carrie’s little thing she does when ram talks to her is adorable. carrie’s voice introducing macnamera is so weird? duke’s vomit sounds are disgusting. josie steele as chandler can step on me! from here to the end it’s literally amazing i love you carrie hope fletcher! anyone saying her riff at the end isn’t good is wrong it’s just not as high as barrett or cait’s.

candy store: STEP ON ME JODIE! the instrumentals in this is almost too loud that you cant hear all the harmonies which is a shame. t’shan’s voice sounds much better here than it does usually maybe i don’t hate her duke. sophie’s macnamera feels so innocent in a way? her voice is so cute. all in all gorgeous, jodie steele is a god!

fight for me: carrie’s accent still annoys me but at least it sounds american! the key is lowered but i honestly could not tell lol it sounds gorgeous and i like the effect? veronica sounds more innocent i think and she really just thinks jd is cute and wants a boyfriend and i love that! it’s really pretty, ensemble vocals feel almost off? idk something abt them is weird, could be that the instrumentals are still too loud.

freeze your brain: i LOVE YOU JAMIE MUSCATO!!!! my only complaint is how absolutely horrible his accent is. use ur money from this album to get urself an accent coach pls! but wow his voice is so good. ( the way he says “verONica sAwYer” is going to kill me)

big fun: why is the ensemble singing at the beginning. this is the song i don’t like a lot of the lyric changes in? “brainiac cleans up alright, veronica is hot tonight”? WHO WROTE THAT! i like that she realizes she’s ACTUALLY popular but that was there before they changed the lyrics. pretty neutral on this but u know i still love. jodie has BIG DICK ENERGY. kurt and ram have the best american accents.

dead girl walking: all i can say is i love carrie! i’m okay with the lyric changes they just feel unnecessary? her vocals are so so pretty here and it doesn’t feel like she’s just screaming (i love u barrett but.) jamie’s accent is HORRIBLE. when he says “that works for me!” it sounded SO FUNNY but also like i love him. the guitar in this song is so fun! the END where they’re just both riffing on top of each other i CANNOT deal.

me inside of me: jamie’s accent. stop. but like i love this the ensemble sounds pretty lyric changes also just seemed unnecessary but jodie’s voice is so smooth! the moment where carrie is laughing and then gets called on is so funny. i don’t have any opinions really but it’s cute

you’re welcome: i like this better than blue kinda? “this is what i always wear” was hilarious. really proves how stupid teenage boys are, makes me hate kurt and ram more, also makes it even weirder that the cast and marketing teams talked about kram so much because kurt and ram literally SUCK!!! the whole thing where she was like ‘what was that move from my self defense class’ felt rlly weird and awkward? but she got back at them and in this version veronica is stronger i think and i like that.

never shut up again: this is a bop don’t get me wrong but it pulls me away from the plot? i like t’shan’s voice in this and duke deserves a song just the lyrics feel not very well written and while the part where they talk about what happened with kurt and ram is fun it doesn’t compare to blue reprise. they all call her a slut very angrily and it felt much more obvious why jd was rlly angry. overall a bop but almost unnecessary.

our love is god: i love jamie! accent is still a 4/10 but his voice and acting is good enough i can ignore it. when she’s on the phone with kurt and ram it’s so weird and uncomfortable and it’s kinda supposed to be like that but it was WEIRD. she seems genuinely scared when she asks about the guns and jamie just brushes her off. THE ACCENT IS SO BAD. she seems genuinely worried about ram being dead. kurt is very SCARED. jd is almost more aggressive than ryan. she is very angry and he just repeats our love is god until she agrees is powerful but. this boy can not sing god in an american accent.

dead gay son: i don’t like this song and never had, but it’s fun here and i like the ensemble. lyric changes are stupid? and that’s kinda it.

seventeen: just SO GOOD! their voices sound so good and this is one of the last times veronica is truly in love and trying to comfort jd. jamie’s accent is still ATROCIOUS but i’m trying to get past it. nothing to criticize this is absolutely gorgeous and i love them.

shine a light: hated the accent fleming had. BUT her voice was really pretty! i liked the ensemble but they felt too quiet and low-energy :( fleming wasn’t super funny and that disappointed me tbh. lyric changes were okay!

lifeboat: NOTHING like elle’s. i like sophie’s voice, acting wasn’t super prominent honestly. no huge complaints, she sounded very pretty and also has a pretty high voice but it wasn’t too annoying here.

shine a light (reprise): didn’t like lyric changes, it’s supposed to parallel candy store and didn’t. t’shan’s VOCALS!!!

i say no: could be my favorite song. MADE for carrie, she sounds flawless. fixes a lot of questions i had about the plot, shows that she doesn’t justify what he’s done and she doesn’t want him to do this, especially not “for her”. she can’t help him, such a well written song. apparently when she says dude it’s because he’s pointing a gun at her and i like that touch because jd is really just not a good person. i love you carrie hope fletcher and i love this song.

kindergarten boyfriend: tbh i’ve never rlly loved this song. it’s VERY long but also martha is important and i get this song is necessary. she does a good job, overall it was good i just never liked the song.

yo girl: ive always loved this even though it’s mostly to further the plot. carrie sounds SO WORRIED. liked the dialogue change between veronica and her parents! but i hate her mom’s accent so so much. jamie is so threatening and his accent is still bad but he is very aggressive.

meant to be yours: one of my favorite songs forever. jamie does it justice and i love him for it. his acting comes through and he also sounds so good and i love this song so much. he actually sounds fully unhinged and it fits perfectly and i love it. the ensemble sounds so good. when he’s yelling to get veronica to open her door is PERFECT. he genuinely is shattered when he finds her and it broke my heart. i hate veronica’s mom’s accent.

dead girl walking reprise: i love you carrie! i loved how she changed that riff i almost liked it more. the “go rottweilers” threw me off tbh but i liked the other lyric changes and i still the this fleming. jamie muscato breaks my heart. i like the new dialouge and jamie is the perfect jd if only his accent was better. “don’t talk about my mom” gives more backstory to jd and i like that.

i am damaged: SO GOOD. liked the lyric changes and jamie seemed torn apart and i just. wow. sophie was so concerned after the explosion and. wow.

seventeen (reprise): idk why i don’t like this song? i never have tho, the harmonies are SO GOOD THO. carrie is hilarious and has a gorgeous voice. the ensemble sounds so pretty!

#heathers #heathers uk #carrie hope fletcher #sophie isaacs #jamie muscato #jodie steele #west end #review #heathers the musical

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floralseokjin · 7 years

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;lostmyhead (m)

You’re happy in your new relationship with Yoongi, wouldn’t change things for the world. But after one late night message from Seokjin, the guy you’d previously hooked up with (for months), there’s something niggling in the back of your mind. Despite everything, frustratingly that draw is still very much there. What happens when you find yourself caving? And what happens when your boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind?

or, alternatively; You have a threesome with Yoongi and Seokjin. (In poor Namjoon’s bedroom.)

pairing; kim seokjin x reader x min yoongi genre/warnings; dicks with photo filters, smut; semi intoxicated sex, threesome, oral sex (m + f receiving), deep throating, vaginal fingering, double vaginal fingering, minor ass stuff, dirty talk, filming of sexual acts, spit roast, multiple orgasms, facial words; 16,388

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(01:12am) Seokjerk: Guess who’s missing you………….. ;) [Image loading]

You weren’t expecting a message from Seokjin (or Seokjerk according to your contacts…) when you heard your phone ping beside you. Your heart feeling a little funny when you read his name on the screen. You hadn’t spoken since things had ended – or you had ended them. Falling for Yoongi had been completely unexpected to say the least, but life liked to throw in little surprises to make things interesting. Life was so much different now and it wasn’t even two months later. You’d gone from hooking up with Seokjin to dating Yoongi in the blink of an eye.

You opened up Seokjin’s message, reading it with mild confusion as you waited for the image to load. When it did, it was his dick. His dick taking up the entire screen, painfully erect and in his fist. Your stomach jumped, a mix of emotions battling it out before you settled on just one. Horror.

(01:13am) You: what the fuck is wrong with you 🤯

You typed dramatically and strategically, desperate to get the image off your screen before Yoongi came back from the bathroom. Your heart thudded inside your chest as if you could get caught at any moment – as if you’d done something wrong! You hadn’t. Seokjin was the culprit here.

(01:15am) Seokjerk: 😂😂😂😂😂😂 Haha you don’t like it? Don’t lie to yourself bby

(01:15am) You: Pls don’t call me bby ever again

What was up with him? Was he drunk? Why was he messaging you after so much silence? It wasn’t like you’d been expecting him keep in touch, you could never be friends after everything, especially because you were with Yoongi now, but the Seokjin filled hole in your life at first had taken a little bit of getting used to. To go from everything to nothing was weird, even with your new relationship to distract you. You’d only just forgetting about him, memories a blur, feelings (on the whole situation, not for him,) gone, getting used to his absence, and now he was messaging you late at night, sending you pics of his dick. You were annoyed to say the least, mad at him, even though if you had to explain why, you wouldn’t be able to.

(01:16am) Seokjerk: Why Is that what min yoongo calls u

You grew angrier. Was Seokjin really so bitter you’d left him for an upgrade? You thought about telling him that but couldn’t bring yourself to type it. You were under the impression he didn’t care. He probably didn’t. He was just bored and horny, thinking he could get you with the snap of his fingers – or the snap of his dick…

He couldn’t.

You were with Yoongi now and things were going great. You’d never been in a relationship like this before. It had to be perfect, or at least what you imagined as perfect. You weren’t giving that up for anything. Your time with Seokjin had been fun, but it was only ever supposed to be that. A bit of fun.

(01:16am) You: Yoongi his name is Yoongi and no actually he doesn’t i just don’t want u calling me it same as i don’t want to see ur ugly dick on my screen

(01:17am) Seokjerk: Me and you both know my dick isn’t igly

You giggled at his typo, knowing full well you’d annoyed him with that insult, about to reply something witty when you heard Yoongi leaving the bathroom. He padded over to the bed and you quickly switched to Twitter, beginning to scroll through your feed casually. You tried not to feel guilty. It wasn’t as if you purposely lying to him. Your conversation with Seokjin meant nothing, you and no interest in him anymore. That had been proven when you’d ended things with him as soon as you had realised you had feelings for Yoongi.

You didn’t tell Yoongi about the unsolicited dick pic because you didn’t want to cause unnecessary trouble or drama. It meant nothing. Seokjin was 1000% bored and messing around.

“Are you sleeping soon?” Yoongi asked, his voice already thick and slow with drowsiness.

You hummed as you thought. “Ten more minutes.” You were almost wide awake now.

Your phone pinged again. Three consecutive pings. Yoongi didn’t bat an eyelid, already burrowed under the covers, his back to you. You took a moment to think. Should you ignore Seokjin or humour him? The latter shouldn’t have won, but it did.

(01:22am) Seokjerk: Fine If it’s so ugly I’ll make it prettier for u [Image loading]

Another image. You nearly choked out loud. Not expecting to see what you did. Of course you were going to see a dick, your conscience had accepted that, but you hadn’t expected to see it edited with a collection of filters! There on your screen was Seokjin’s cock decorated with tiny pink hearts and bunny rabbits, a speech bubble coming from the tip to tell you he it missed you…

You were horrified, but strangely enough you couldn’t look away. Too entranced. This was definitely new for him… He had to be drunk.

(01:23am) You: ur actually super weird wtf why did I ever think hooking up with you was a good idea

(01:24am) Seokjerk: We did more than hook up It was more than good We should do it again sometime Cmon I know u want to

You couldn’t believe his gall. Shameless! While yes, the sex had been great – you’d be the first to admit that – he knew you were with Yoongi. Yet here he was sending you very bizarre pictures of his penis. He’d always sucked at sexting, why were you even surprised?

(01:25am) You: Wrong! now leave me alone I already got lucky tonight

You didn’t mean to hand out such a low blow, even though you doubted Seokjin would be butthurt over it, you just needed to put that distance between you both again. This was why you couldn’t try to be friends after everything. A friendship would never work out because this is what you and Seokjin boiled down to. Sex. Without it you both couldn’t function as normal friends. He could never be a friend. Without sex you didn’t function at all.

While with Yoongi things were different. You had a relationship, one that didn’t revolve around getting naked 24/7. There was a comfort that Yoongi gave you that Seokjin never could. It was a comfort you didn’t even want from Seokjin because you two weren’t about that.

You glanced at your boyfriend, feeling guilty now. You hadn’t done anything but the guilt was still there. You shouldn’t be talking to Seokjin right now. You should just put your phone on silent and place it on your nightstand—Ping!

(01:27am) Seokjerk: Fuck No fair You just made me harder fuckk Imahining u getting fucked I wanna see

You froze. What was with him? This was how “old” Seokjin used to act. The one right at the beginning when you used to fuck in his car because you had no place to go, getting leg cramp and a bad back. Or maybe you had just been blinded with affection for him in the later days. Maybe he’d stayed the same throughout, you’d just gotten used to it… Who knew. But what you did know was that you shouldn’t be still having this conversation with him.

(01:28am) You: ur such a pervert go away stop messaging me it’s harassment

You still typed away though, as if you couldn’t stop. You still joked around with him, indulged him while your boyfriend laid asleep next to you…

He took a while to reply this time. It started to make you think. Unwanted images of what he may or may not be doing right now as you waited for his response. Jerking himself off, his pretty hands wrapped around that pretty dick of his – because of course you’d been lying when you’d called it ugly earlier. There was nothing ugly about Seokjin. Knowing that you’d turned him on enough that he was potentially pleasuring himself made your insides feel weird. Were you proud? Did you want to gloat? Did you love it? You had no idea what you were thinking right now.

(01:33am) Seokjerk: If you don’t like it why don’t u block me Oh I forgot U love it really

He did though. Of course he knew what you were thinking. He still knew you like the back of his hand. Some things took a while to forget, or sometimes they just never disappeared…

Yoongi shifted beside you and you startled, putting your phone face down next to you. He lifted his head, too sleepy to turn and look at you despite the question he directed your way.

“Aren’t you asleep yet?”

“I’m just turning off my alarm,” you lied on the spot. Guilt back instantly.

Satisfied, Yoongi grunted and got cosy again. All you were able to see were the blonde tufts of his hair. You needed to stop. You were probably delirious from lack of sleep, even though you’d had a full 8 hours last night, but shut up. You weren’t acting like yourself right now. Come tomorrow you’d be back to your senses, deleting Seokjin’s messages and maybe even his number too.

(01:35am) You: Thanks for giving me the idea !! oh and for the record i hate it BYE BBY

Like you couldn’t help it, you made one last playful remark before turning your phone on silent and getting it away from you. Away from the temptation. You didn’t block him of course. For some reason the idea was absurd, but you didn’t feel like psychoanalysing yourself at nearly two in the morning. That could be for tomorrow. You had a list by now.

You turned to Yoongi, outstretching your left arm to throw over him as you curled against his body. He was warm and smelt good. It relaxed you instantly. Only… there was another kind of warmth you felt, under the covers, between your legs. You realised it’d been there since you’d began messaging Seokjin and that just made you hate yourself.

You tried to think of anything to distract yourself, willing sleep to come but it was impossible. Instead you made sure to concentrate on Yoongi. Thinking of him turning around and giving it to you good. That wasn’t so bad. You could tell yourself your shorts were stuck to you now because of that. Because of Yoongi.

You even thought about waking him up, whining until he gave in and fucked you, just to be able to stop thinking about Seokjin, but that wasn’t going to happen. You didn’t have sex as frequently as you did with…with the guy you shouldn’t be thinking of right now. It was fine, you weren’t complaining at all, you still had sex – hell, you hadn’t been lying when you’d told Seokjin you’d already gotten lucky tonight. You weren’t complaining at all. Being in a relationship was more than sex, you’d already made that clear, it was a weird thing to get used to at first…

Seokjin’s libido was…well, it matched yours. Not that you really had a crazy sex drive before him, but you’d gotten used to it – and you reiterate, because all you and Seokjin were was SEX. Yoongi was different. The first few weeks after making it official he couldn’t keep his hands off you and you loved it, but gradually that had stopped, until you were maybe getting lucky once or twice a week. Granted, Yoongi was pretty busy, most nights filled up with basketball practice, but still… You shouldn’t really have to give yourself an orgasm while your boyfriend napped in your bed…

God, you were a bitch.

This was so trivial. Who cared how many times you had sex? Your relationship was the most important thing, and it was going well. Yes, it was still new, but everything was good. This had been something you’d been dreaming of since high school, so why the hell were you letting yourself get distracted by Seokjin again?

You clenched your eyes closed, willing sleep…

When you woke up the next morning Yoongi had already left for his early class. He was always so considerate when it came to things like that and you smiled to yourself as you stretched, automatically reaching for your phone like you did every morning. There was nothing like a little social media scroll to help you wake up, maybe you’d even play a quick game or two of Uno, your latest stupid mobile game obsession that Yoongi teased you over.

Only lighting up your screen you were suddenly reminded of last night, a million and one messages waiting for you from none other than Seokjin. How could you have forgotten? You’d spent the best part of an hour trying to get to sleep, desperate to just stop thinking.

Just delete them. Delete his number and be done. He’d soon get the message.

You tried to listen to your rationality. You really did, but not a minute later you were clicking on a notification, holding your breath as you braced yourself. You had a bad feeling about this…

(01:35am) Seokjerk: Hey No wait …….......... LOL My messages are still being received u didn’t block me See u love it

(01:38am) Seokjerk: Are u ignoring me or sleeping? I don’t mind I’ll give you something nice to wake up to [Image sent] Look how hard u made me (I made my dick prettier btw) It wants you…. :(

This time you didn’t laugh when you saw Seokjin’s dick with more filters on it. You should, because it was outrageous; his erection displayed on four mini screens, framed with a heart, but you didn’t have it in you. Seokjin must’ve been the only guy in this world who could use filters on his dick and get away with it. You hated it.

(01:45am) Seokjerk: This is so unfair I have to resort to jerking off as I imagine u I wanna fuck u so badddd One last time

Your mouth was dry. You swallowed a couple of times, your heart thudding against your rib cage. This might’ve been a reach, but in a roundabout way Seokjin was trying to tell you he missed you, right? Or, like you’d already thought last night, he was bored and horny. Maybe he’d been stood up, blue balled. That made you feel funny, images of Seokjin with other girls. You shook your head, telling yourself to shut up and scrolled some more.

Fuck. You wished you hadn’t.

(01:56am) Seokjerk: Goodnight ;) Sweet dreams [Image sent] or should I say good morning by the time u see this…….

There was no filter in sight. Seokjin’s half hard dick was lying flat against his abs and white spots of his cum splattered the toned flesh. This was bad. This was really, really bad. The heat between your legs back, your head whirring. You imagined his dark hair stuck against his forehead, lips parted as he moaned lightly to himself, naked on his bed. You knew that sight well. You’d never forget it.

You needed to ignore this, and determined this time, you deleted the message history.

You didn’t, however, delete his number. The thought enough to make you unexplainably sad.

Only ignoring him lasted all of day. Not even a day because it wasn’t 24 hours, it wasn’t even twelve. It was eight. 8 fricking hours, and despite deleting the evidence, getting rid of the reminder, it was you who messaged him this time. You couldn’t stop yourself.

(10:35pm) You: u know it’s kinda sad u were home alone last night jerking your dick to memories of me 😪

The minutes ticked by pretty painfully as you waited for his reply. Maybe he wouldn’t at all. You were right, he’d been bored last night and now he was done playing with you. You were just beginning to regret your message, a little embarrassed when finally your phone pinged to life. You rushed to open it.

(10:45pm) Seokjerk: U know its kinda sad ur texting me when you have a bf

That stumped you for a moment, feeling a little called out. You knew he was only teasing you, just liked you’d teased him, but he was right. He was totally right. You should’ve known it was coming.

What were you doing?

You were going to mess everything up. If Yoongi ever found out about this he’d be mad. You knew if it was the other way around you would be. While technically you hadn’t done anything wrong, the implication was there. You shouldn’t be messaging Seokjin at all. All of that was in the past.

You started to recall the last time you’d met up and had sex. It would be nearly two months soon, felt like a lifetime ago yet at the same time just last week. You’d already been casually dating Yoongi at the time, on your fifth or sixth date, maybe the same amount of kisses. You weren’t really sure when the shift happened. When you’d grown bored of Seokjin and had fallen for Yoongi. It had just sort of sprung up on you. You still couldn’t explain it now.

How sex with Seokjin had become almost unenjoyable in the end, your mind too preoccupied, too busy worrying that you were messing Yoongi around. The last time had been painfully awkward, so much so Seokjin had brought it up, almost as if he couldn’t ignore it any longer.

“I can eat you out if you want?” He offered when you hadn’t cum during the deed.

You shook your head, grabbing for your clothes to rush them on. Yoongi had asked you to hang out tonight and you’d made up some excuse. The guilt was eating you up. You needed to make a decision and you needed to make it now. Tonight.

“What’s up with you?” Seokjin sighed, finally reaching for his clothes too. “It was like I was fucking a statue or something. You haven’t been into it at all lately.”

“I have,” you insisted, although you didn’t know why. You were just digging yourself a deeper hole. In a way Seokjin was giving you a way out.

“Really?” Seokjin did not believe you at all. “We hardly see one another anymore. You always find some excuse. I’m surprised you came over tonight actually.”

You were silent, unsure what to say. Unsure how to explain yourself. You’d agreed to see him tonight because you’d told yourself you would end things straight away. Yet somehow you’d found yourself naked, your body tangled in his. It was funny, yes, you weren’t into it anymore, but yet there was still a part of you that wanted him. It was just strange to let go after everything. You knew all good things had to come to an end one day, but you would’ve never have guessed it was because you’d fallen for someone. You’d always thought Seokjin would’ve been the one who’d ended things. Maybe you were used to men letting you down…

“I’m sorry,” you began, your mind falling to Yoongi. You could never imagine Yoongi letting you down. He was just so sweet and attentive. He wasn’t like any of the others you’d dated before. He was one of the good ones. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

That made you feel guilty. Guilt from all angles. You watched as he slipped his underwear back on, averting your gaze a little. You didn’t know why.

It was now or never. You’d made your decision. You owed this to Yoongi. If you wanted to try and make things work this was the only way. It was time to let go. It was time to let go of Seokjin.

“Do you remember when that guy asked me out on a date a few weeks ago?”

Seokjin nodded, his own gaze lowering. He scratched his knee. “The one who was going to take you to McDonald’s.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, remembering a past conversation. “He didn’t take me to McDonald’s.” You also remembered more, about how Seokjin would take you to the zoo. He’d never. Maybe that was your fault. You hadn’t brought it up again. In fact, you’d blown him off that weekend to hang out with Yoongi…

“I like him.” Your voice sounded weird. All serious. You were never this serious around Seokjin. You tried again. “I like the guy a lot and I think it could be serious if I let it.”

You waited for his response, more than nervous.

“So,” he hummed quietly. Your heart was beating rapidly. “You want to end this because you’ve fallen in love with some random dude?”

“I’m not in love,” you argued, scoffing. “I just want to see how things go, and well, I can’t do that when—

“When you’re still fucking me,” he finished for you, and you nodded quickly, looking down.

Seokjin grabbed his sweatshirt from the end of his bed, throwing it on. Was he expecting you to say something? You didn’t know what. He was exactly right. But no, he spoke again straight after. “That’s a shame, but you do you.”

Speechless that he’d taken it so well and accepted it immediately you didn’t know where to go from there. What had you been expecting exactly? You didn’t know. “So… That’s it? It’s over?”

“I guess so,” he shrugged.

Still sat on his bed, you didn’t know what to do. “Okay. So I guess I’ll get going then.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Not so fast.” He rushed, taking your hand to stop you from standing. You froze, stomach flipping. What was it? “Before you go, tell me how good a fuck I was this entire time.”

You made a shocked sound, nonplussed. “Seokjin, I’m not going to do that. Stroke your ego another way.”

“Oh come on, give me this one last thing.”

“Stop.” You whined weakly.

“Say ‘Seokjin, I’ll miss you. Thank you for the greatest sex I’ve ever had and will ever have.’”

“I’m not fucking saying that,” you rejected, rolling your eyes.

“Say it or I’ll tell Yoongi that we were still hooking up while you two were dating – or whatever it is you’ve been doing.”

Huh? He knew it was Yoongi? How? You’d never said anything to him. How long had he known for? You knew he would never actually tell the other guy, he was just teasing but it still made you feel guilty. You hadn’t told Yoongi anything. It was something you probably should have by now but in your defence, you’d only been on a handful of dates. It wasn’t as if Yoongi and confessed how much he liked you yet, asked you for something more serious. That’s why you were ended things with Seokjin now. So you and Yoongi could move forward.

“Fine,” you gave in, not about to ask how he knew it was Yoongi you liked. You didn’t even know he knew of Yoongi. “Seokjin, thank you for the greatest sex I’ve ever had.”

Seokjin’s eyes narrowed before he shrugged. “Hm, close enough.” He knew that your expressionless voice and half-hearted enthusiasm was all he was going to get.

You collected the rest of your things and slipped your shoes on. That was it? After all these months it was over just like that? It was easier than you’d expected, now unsure why’d you’d ever been nervous to end things in the first place. Yet you still feel a little weird. Sad? It was the end of an era after all.

“Just remember,” Seokjin spoke as you grabbed your car keys from his dresser. You froze. “You always know where I am if you miss me, because I think you will...”

He was just messing around, or at least, you thought he was at the time. Now, those words were coming back to haunt you.

It was a Wednesday night, you were home alone, bored and possibly a little lonely. Raking up the past like you had nothing better to do. As if you were weak minded. You should be messaging Yoongi instead, but then again, it was nearly 11. He was probably asleep by now. Seokjin didn’t go to sleep until about two, sometimes later, even on a weekday.

(10:50pm) Seokjerk: Not that I mind of course I knew you’d come back

You’d taken so long to reply Seokjin had grown impatient. Why did that incite something inside of you? You didn’t know what, it was just nice to know he wanted to talk to you. That he hadn’t been just bored last night. Nice to know you weren’t just any girl to him. He was talking shit, granted, but that was okay.

(10:50pm) You: no I was jus t wondering if u were home alone doing it again

(10:51pm) Seokjerk: Now that IS interesting……….

Damn it. You’d really put your foot in it. Now it looked like you were into it. You weren’t. You weren’t at all. That wasn’t why you were you messaging him right now. Thinking about it, why were you messaging him? You weren’t ever going to get a casual conversation, not when he’d sent you a string of lewd texts last night.

(10:51pm) You: that’s NOT what i meant !!

Seokjin ignored you.

(10:52pm) Seokjerk: Thursdaysare my day off No jerking on leg day I’m in too much pain after the gym Unless……u want to come around and help me with a massage Any type I’m not fussy

(10:52pm) You: in ur dreams ahole

You waited for his reply but nothing came. Maybe you’d been too harsh. Nah, he was used to you. Maybe he had something better to do. Maybe he was with someone right now… While you were here alone pathetically waiting for his reply like you had nothing better to do.

(11:10pm) Seokjerk: You know me too well Are you going to Hoseok and Nam’s sat? They’re having a party everyone’s invited

When he did reply, twenty minutes later, you were surprised to see he’d pretty much changed the subject completely. What had you been expecting exactly? A round two? The sudden thought had your belly flipping. You ignored it.

(11:11pm) You: I don’t know maybe

You watched [Seokjerk is typing…] appear and disappear off the screen for a few seconds, wondering what the hell he was trying to say.

(11:12pm) Seokjerk: I’d love to see you You can even bring Yoongo with u

You rolled your eyes at his purposeful typo, but yet it was his first message you were fixated on. Was that what he’d been stuck typing? Rethinking? Rephrasing? You hadn’t seen him in so long, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t miss him. It was only natural. It would be nice to just see him, hear his voice, familiarise yourself with his smell. No, that sounded bad. Too intimate.

(11:13pm) You: wow that’s kind of you to give permission

Two minutes later you were replying again. Giving in almost.

(11:15pm) You: I’ll come if I don’t have plans

(11:16pm) Seokjerk: Yay 😆 See u then

You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling a little stuck. There was no way you could carry on the conversation without making it weird. What else could you possibly say? Ask him how he’d been, what he’d been up to? You very nearly did but got second thoughts. No good would come of it. You’d already pretty much decided to go to a party because he’d kind of invited you. Besides, Seokjin didn’t do small talk – or at least not with you now anyway. After everything.

Instead you decided to have an early night, hoping this time your brain would switch off successfully.

Saturday rolled around quickly. Even though you knew nothing good would come of attending the house party you still found yourself asking Lina if she wanted to go with you. She didn’t. She had work early the next morning. Next was Yumi, but it was her Mom’s birthday. You didn’t really have no one else to ask, no close friends you usually partied with anyway, so Yoongi was chosen by default. Not that you weren’t going to ask him at all, you were, it was just going to be a more casual ‘You bring your friends, I bring mine’ thing. Not ‘Let’s go together.’ He said yes to your surprise. Once you’d made some lie up about bumping into Hoseok at the mall. You didn’t know why you’d made up such a lie to explain yourself, you just knew Yoongi couldn’t find out it was Seokjin who had let you know.

There was no issue between the two men per se, but just like Seokjin had surprisingly known about your dates with Yoongi, Yoongi had known about your hook ups with Seokjin. Bringing it up the night you’d first had sex. You’d been an idiot, unsure why you’d hidden it from him in the first place, but thankfully he’d been understanding. As long as he knew you and Seokjin were over, he was fine with it. It was in the past, he was your future. But even though there was no “beef” you knew Yoongi wouldn’t like it if he knew Seokjin had been the one to tell you about the party. Plus he could be mad. He would definitely be mad if he ever saw those messages…

You already felt guilty enough just being at the party. You were weirdly eager to catch a glance of Seokjin, it had been too long now, seeing as summer break had started and there was no longer a chance to see him around campus. Not that you were walking around hoping for a chance.

Hoseok and Namjoon’s house was pretty packed for such a small place, so for the first half an hour of your arrival you didn’t see him at all, despite being on high alert. Seokjin hadn’t messaged you again since Wednesday night and once again you were left wondering if he’d just been bored that night he’d sent you that dick pic. Why else would radio silence follow? Then again, you’d been the one to not reply after the party invite – not that he’d given you much to reply with. How could you add on from ‘See u then’? A simple ‘Same.’ Sounded lame.

When you finally spotted him in the yard through the window in the kitchen, your gut started to churn. Excitement mixed with disgust at yourself. Why the fuck were you feeling like that? So giddy? Seokjin had cut his hair since you’d last seen him, the guy didn’t really do social media so you rarely saw up to date photos of him. It was shorter in the back, longer in the front, casually falling in his eyes as he stood outside, a beer in one hand, the other in his pocket, laughing and joking with Namjoon. Something hit you then, as you watched him: You missed him.

It was a sudden realisation, one that you didn’t like, and you quickly dropped your gaze, making a beeline for the table to find something for you and Yoongi to drink. You grabbed a beer for Yoongi, pouring yourself a vodka and coke. You didn’t even like vodka.

Just before you were about to leave, you felt a breeze, the door opening, and even though you knew you shouldn’t look in its direction, you did. You met Seokjin’s eyes instantly through the crowd, he almost looked shocked at seeing you. You forced yourself to give him a little smile, feeling rooted at the spot and he blinked, almost returning it before you felt an arm around your waist and a kiss on your cheek. “There you are.”

It was Yoongi. You turned to face him instantly, forcing a grin. “Sorry, there was too much choice.” You felt a little skittish, like you’d been caught. You hadn’t done anything wrong, you didn’t even think Yoongi knew that Seokjin was a few feet away. How could he? The tiny kitchen was packed.

“Thought you’d gotten lost,” Yoongi chuckled.

You shook your head, not wanting to say much else. “Beer okay?” You asked, holding it out to him.

“Perfect.” His free hand took yours, helping lead you out of the kitchen and back into the living room. “Kihyun’s here with the boys. Let’s go and say hi.”

Yay, you thought to yourself. Boring basketball talk all night, how fun! As if you couldn’t help it, you looked back, searching for Seokjin. You found him at the fridge, his back towards you now. You felt unexplainably disheartened.

You spent the next near two hours sat beside Yoongi on a sofa, half-heartedly joining in the conversation with his friends when you could. This sucked. Why had you been so insistent on coming? To see Seokjin? Laughable. You’d only seen him that once, not that you hadn’t tried to make it more. Every time you offered to go and some more drinks for everyone either one of Yoongi’s friends said they’d do it, or Yoongi himself. And no matter how much you looked around the room, Seokjin didn’t seem to want to step foot in here. The kitchen must be where all the fun was, unless he was somewhere else by now. Maybe he’d hooked up. Maybe he was upstairs right now making some girl feel good.

You wanted to go home. You were on your third vodka and coke, and instead of feeling drunk you were just feeling plain old miserable.

Your phone pinged, vibrations against your side, and you fished it out of your dress pocket with a strange kind of haste. It was the name you wanted to see.

(11:31pm) Seokjin: You came

Yes, you’d changed his name back. You didn’t know why. You couldn’t even remember when or why you’d even changed it to jerk again. That had been what you’d called him right at the beginning. When he annoyed you and you were mad at yourself for sleeping with him, mad at yourself for coming back for more…

Looking in Yoongi’s direction next to you, you made sure he wasn’t looking as you replied, too busy chatting away, his arm slung around your shoulders. Your heart pounded for no explainable reason as you typed. Or maybe you just didn’t want to explain it…

(11:32pm) You: I did

You watched the screen, waiting for his reply but got nothing. He’d seen you two hours ago so why hadn’t he messaged you then? Why now? And was that all he was going to say? You couldn’t leave it be.

(11:34pm) You: it’s pretty boring here though

That got him, he began typing again.

(11:35pm) Seokjin: You find every party boring lol You think you’d learn by now not to go to any

You found yourself smiling. He knew you well. How couldn’t he after all that time together? Yes, you hadn’t been dating in the traditional sense but you’d been just as close. You went to reply, not really thinking as you typed until you were done, reading it back before you hit send. You invited me though.

Not only did that sound incriminating, technically it wasn’t true. He’d asked if you were going, not would you go. You deleted and tried again.

(11:35pm) You: you asked if i was coming though

It still sounded just as desperate. The feeling of Yoongi removing his arm from your shoulder caught your attention and quickly you looked at him, seeing he was still talking to Kihyun. You shrunk back into the couch, waiting for Seokjin. He was probably laughing at you right now.

(11:36pm) Seokjin: I did

Or not.

He was repeating what you’d said. Simple words, that didn’t imply much, yet they seemed to speak something more, something deeper.

You watched him begin to type again, it took a minute or so. What did he want to say?

(11:37pm) Seokjin: Do you want to talk in person? Catch up? You’re right this is boring I’m bored

You stared down at your phone, rereading his messages certain you were understanding wrong. You took it he agreed the party was boring, but if you read between the lines it could mean something else…

(11:37pm) You: since when do you like talking to me?

You didn’t want to answer outright. You couldn’t go and talk to him? It wasn’t right. Did he miss you too?

(11:37pm) Seokjin: I always liked talking to you

You knew it was just a text, but you took it as sincere and it had you speechless.

(11:38pm) Seokjin: Come upstairs If you can

You made your screen black, clutching it in your hands. Your palms were sweaty. Looking to the side of you, you found Yoongi looking your way. You heart dropped. He hadn’t seen anything, had he?

“What’s up?” He asked, tilting his head.

Your nerves calmed. You didn’t think he had. “Oh, nothing,” you shook your head, motioning to your phone. “Just Lina wondering how this party is.” Liar. You were such a liar.

Yoongi stared your way, nodding his head slowly, as if he’d decided something. Then he smiled slightly, taking a swig of his beer.

“Um,” you found yourself starting. It was urge you couldn’t stop. “I’m going to go and find a toilet.” More lies. You rushed up before you could feel the guilt. “I’ll be right back, okay?” You were gone before Yoongi could reply.

You stopped on the stairs, messaging Seokjin quickly to ask where he was. You didn’t know why you felt so shady. You were only catching up. It was innocent. You could be friends with him if you wanted. This friendship thing could work if you opened yourselves up to it. Seokjin replied in an instant and you made your way to the bedroom with the blue door, slipping inside as if you were seconds away from being caught. You left the door ajar though, anything to ease your growing guilt.

“Hey,” Seokjin smiled gently. He was sat to the side on a desk chair. Who’s room was this, Namjoon’s or Hoseok’s? You thought about asking but then that didn’t really matter, did it?

“Why are you up here all alone?” That did. Seokjin alone at a party didn’t make sense.

He chuckled quietly, running a hand through his hair. “Needed some silence. Had one too many Jägerbombs.”

You laughed, a little awkwardly to tell the truth. Why had you come up here? You needed to leave and get back to Yoongi. No good would come of this. Seokjin stood, making his way over to you. You panicked. “I… I shouldn’t really be here.”

Seokjin’s face fell instantly. “Then why are you?”

You were shocked by the sudden attitude. You were only stating the obvious. “Because you—

“Don’t blame it on me. You didn’t have to come find me.”

“I’m not blaming it on you,” you exclaimed, confused and upset by the sudden attack. “You are the one who messaged me though.” You weren’t having this. If he hadn’t started his shitty games that night you wouldn’t be here right now. You wouldn’t even be at this party. Maybe you were blaming him. He had a way of getting into your head.

Seokjin laughed incredulously. “You messaged me back!”

“Was I just supposed to ignore you?”

“If you didn’t like it, yeah,” he muttered, not making eye contact with you.

Was he embarrassed? You were so confused. You thought he’d wanted to “catch up” not start an argument. You softened your voice, trying a new approach. “What is with you lately?”

He just scoffed. “Haven’t I always been like this?”

“No,” you told him straight. The Seokjin you knew had always respected your wishes. He would’ve respected your decision to end things to be with Yoongi, and he had, for a number of weeks, until now. What had changed? “I’m not saying you’re like anything. It’s just… You know I’m with Yoongi now.” You spoke slowly. Despite everything, despite your risky interest with those messages, you needed to tell him. You needed to tell yourself. “So you sending me pictures of your dick is kind of inappropriate.”

Seokjin looked at you, something changing in his expression. He looked almost sad, dejected. You waited for his response. It wasn’t what you were expecting. “Just one last time?” He sounded almost pleading.

You froze in disbelief. “You’re drunk.” It was the only explanation.

“I’m not,” he insisted. “Besides, don’t they say that drunk people speak the truth?” He took a step closer. “Me and you. Us. We were good together.”

“Yeah but it’s in the past now.” You couldn’t deny what he was saying, but it didn’t matter anymore. It was over. Had been for a while.

“Don’t I know it,” he muttered under his breath.

You instantly grew annoyed. So what, after all these weeks he was choosing now to have a problem with it? You weren’t going to stand for it. “Did you just invite me up here to try and fuck me?”

He shrugged impassively, unbothered. “Maybe.”

You wanted to yell but held it together. “I have a boyfriend.”

“Who’s right here.”

The sound of Yoongi’s voice horrified you and you whipped your head around in time to see your boyfriend pushing the door open to walk inside. He closed it behind him. You opened your mouth to say something – anything, but found it took at least three tries before sound was actually leaving you. “Yoongi,” you gasped. “It’s not what it looks like—I-I…” You trailed off. What did it look like exactly?

You heard Seokjin mutter a curse behind you, stepping forward, beside you now as he tried to pacify the situation. “Yeah man, it’s not what it looks like. It’s not her fault at all. I’m just being an ass.”

Well, at least he could freely admit that.

Yoongi ignored him, looking straight at you, expression unreadable. Was he mad? Upset? Unbothered? You didn’t know. “I saw your messages, didn’t know what I was expecting to find.”

Oh what an idiot you’d been, sure he’d been too busy talking to his friends to even notice you on your phone. That meant he knew you lied about Lina. That meant he’d followed you upstairs and had heard your conversation with Seokjin…

Seokjin tried again. “We were just talking—

“She can answer for herself,” Yoongi cut him, voice thick with irritation. He looked at you again, waiting your response. You still couldn’t work out what he was thinking, although it couldn’t have been good.

“I’m sorry,” you told him quietly. What more could you say? You’d lied to him. Regardless of your intentions, you’d still lied. You wouldn’t blame him if he broke up with you right here on the spot. He opened his mouth, your heart was in your stomach as you waited.

“Do you want to fuck him?”

That you hadn’t been expecting. Your mouth fell open, eyes wide as you tried to make sense of it. “Yoongi,” you gasped, feeling mortified for some reason. Seokjin’s presence beside you had never been so obvious. You couldn’t dare look at him.

“Answer the question. It’s a simple question.”

No. That’s what you should answer straight away. It was a simple answer, yet for the life of you, you couldn’t form the word. Instead, you found another way. “I’m with you.”

You had chosen Yoongi. Despite this stupid situation, despite this mistake you’d made, you were and always would be a loyal person. You weren’t a cheat. You’d been cheated on before, not that long ago actually and you would never put another person through that. You would’ve never had sex with Seokjin. You were with Yoongi.

Seokjin sighed. “Listen, this is just stupid. It’s not her fault. I was the one who asked her up her. I said I wanted to talk.”

Why was he sticking up for you? Not ten minutes pervious he’d been acting like a first class jerk, picking an argument with you. It didn’t make sense.

Yoongi ignored him again, still watching you, eyes dark, although they didn’t look angry. It confused you. His jaw tightened. “He’s been sending you pictures of his dick?”

You could see Seokjin fidget awkwardly next to you. “Yes, a few nights ago.” You replied honestly. If you wanted him to understand, to potentially forgive you, you needed to be truthful.

“Did you like it? Did you enjoy it?”

You felt your stomach knot. Had you? That was still up in the air, and you hated that he was asking you this in front of Seokjin. Couldn’t he ask him to leave? It was like Yoongi wanted him there, liked watching him squirm.

“I don’t know.” Honest. You needed to be honest. “I think I enjoyed knowing he was still thinking about me.” There. You weren’t a cheat no, but that for sure crossed some lines. It was a grey area, and that’s why you’d been racked with guilt ever since Tuesday night.

Yoongi’s emotions remained hidden. It didn’t help that you’d never seen him angry before so you had no clue what to look out for. This room felt like it was closing in on you now, the air stuffy. Seokjin and Yoongi both felt so close. It made you feel funny.

“I was drunk and I feel really bad about it,” Seokjin interjected, once again trying to take the fall. Ah, so he had been drunk…

“You wanted to have sex with her not two minutes ago,” Yoongi bit, finally acknowledging him. The tension was suffocating. Something felt like it was about to happen and you preyed it wasn’t a fight.

“I was just talking shit. I know she’s with you,” Seokjin insisted. “She really likes you, man.” Hearing that made you feel funny. You didn’t know why. Didn’t really have time to ponder it. Yoongi was rendering you speechless once again.

“She can still like me and fuck you too. She’s done it before.”

Silence.

What did that mean? Yoongi definitely didn’t sound mad. His voice was thick with something, you just couldn’t place what. You stared at him, desperate to understand. Beside you Seokjin chuckled. “I see.”

He did? How come he got it and you didn’t? Yoongi’s attention turned to the other guy. They stared one another down, waiting for something – deciding something?

Finally it was Seokjin that spoke again, looking back and forth at you and Yoongi as he spoke – suggested something. “Maybe she can fuck both of us?”

Between your legs clenched despite the shock you felt. You stared at Yoongi, noticing his dark eyes again. Oh. You understood then. Instantly. They weren’t hard or black with anger. They were hard and black with lust. He’d been turned on this entire time. Maybe mad too, but that was probably because he couldn’t understand nor explain his emotions.

“Do you want to?” He asked, voice gentle like you were used to. He sounded more like the Yoongi you knew, the one you’d fallen for.

You needed a moment to think. Not to decide, but more so prepare yourself. You were getting hotter by the moment, the air around you heavy. It made sense now, you saw now, you had been drowning in sexual tension. You nodded slowly. Seokjin, waiting your answer too, inched in closer. You wanted to ask Now? But that seemed like a stupid question. Of course it was now. It was now or never.

Seokjin’s hands took you by the hips, spinning you to face him and you soundlessly gasped. Just feeling him touch you again was earth shattering. You hesitated though, looking back at Yoongi who simply nodded his head, giving you his permission. He was giving you his permission to fuck another man. He wanted you to fuck another man. This was too surreal.

You turned back to Seokjin. Not ten minutes prior you’d been mad at him, now your insides bubbled with something else… Your gaze fell to his mouth. His plump lips that seemed to crease with concern for a moment. “Only if you’re really sure?” He murmured. You blinked up at him, hunger becoming hard to ignore. You could smell him, that scent you were so familiar with, the scent that reminded you of all those months spent exploring one another’s bodies. There was nothing wrong with this. Not when you all wanted the same thing.

“I’m sure,” you replied, giving him a confident smile. If Yoongi was okay with this then there was no problem. If Yoongi wanted this, then it was fine. Your unclear emotions were almost justified.

Seokjin couldn’t wait a second longer to get his mouth on you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him consume you. You’d missed Seokjin’s mouth so much. The kiss was quick and intense, like he was desperate for the sensation and he wasted no time in pushing his tongue inside your mouth. You moaned without realising, clashing your muscle against his eagerly. You’d been under the impression this would never happen again, but here you were, making out with him shamelessly in front of Yoongi. Seokjin grunted, one of his hands reaching behind you to give your ass a rub. You pressed up into him, liking it when you felt his growing erection. You always had made him hard so easily. Nothing had changed.

Pulling away eventually, needing some air, you looked Yoongi’s way immediately. Embarrassment washed over you for a moment, you’d almost forgotten he was there. His eyes were still hard, pinned on you. “Yoongi?” You asked cautiously. Was he getting second thoughts?

“He’s fine,” Seokjin husked against you ear, pulling you closer. “Aren’t you?” He directed at Yoongi. You couldn’t see his reply, Seokjin in your way now, distracting you as he nipped at your earlobe. Your knees grew weak. “He likes it.” You let out a shaky breath. You didn’t know whether it was the admission or the way Seokjin’s tongue traced down your neck. “You do too.” His words rumbled against your throat, and once again you were able to glance across at your boyfriend.

His eyes were darting everywhere now; Seokjin’s mouth on your skin, his hand on your ass, but mostly he liked where your two bodies met, right in the middle. You felt relieved. You felt free, and you smiled, rubbing against Seokjin purposely. “So do you. You’re hard.”

He chuckled. “Busted.” He rolled the flesh of your ass in both hands now, grinding you against the tent in his black jeans. “I’m always fucking hard because of you.”

You managed to look at Yoongi once more before Seokjin was kissing you again, stealing your attention and your sanity. This was like some sort of forbidden fantasy. Who knew you’d be into something like this? Not you. You vaguely remembered Seokjin bringing it up once, definitely talking shit, so turned on every thought was driving him wild. It had been fantasy then, now it was real. Or, at least it would be real soon enough.

You felt electric as Seokjin slid a hand up your dress, gripping the flesh of your ass for real now. He pinged your thong and you moaned loudly. You knew you were already growing wet, you could feel the heaviness of your arousal. You needed him. It had been way too long. Just knowing Yoongi was watching you fuelled you even further. You wondered what he was thinking, if he liked what he saw. His girlfriend getting felt up by another guy right in front of his eyes. Was he hard too? You wanted to find out. You wanted both of them.

Pulling away Seokjin looked in Yoongi’s direction. “Lock the door.” Your stomach dipped, Seokjin kissing you once again, and you heard the sound of Yoongi’s boots across the wooden floor, the click of the lock. This was really happening. You were going to fuck both of them.

Yoongi’s footsteps came closer and Seokjin abruptly twisted you around. You gasped as you found yourself in Yoongi’s arms now, his fingers gripping into your waist as his dark eyes found yours. “Yoongi—

He cut you off with a kiss. It was just as urgent as Seokjin’s, but harder. A lot harder. He hadn’t kissed you this rough before. It took your breath away. It was as if he was overcome with lust and he needed you now. He needed this now. You could taste the beer on him, reminding you that all three of you were pretty intoxicated right now. You weren’t drunk by any means, but the alcohol you’d consumed had definitely eased you up tonight. Likewise for Yoongi and Seokjin too.

Yoongi grunted as he kissed you, tongue thrashing against yours as he tried to taste you everywhere. He was touching the roof of your mouth, licking against your teeth, sucking your tongue inside his mouth, taking over you effectively. You clung to him in the end, needing to be rooted.

When he pulled back you instantly tried for more, but he stopped you, taking one of your hands instead to wrap it around his erection. “Looks like you’re magic,” he smirked.

That smirk was the first positive reaction you’d gotten. Something concrete that showed his enjoyment. He was breathing loudly, the kiss having taken it out of him. You thought you were out of breath too but you felt so alive.

Yoongi and you had never really talked about sexual fantasies yet, it hadn’t come up. Actually, in comparison your sex life was completely different to what you and Seokjin once had, but you’d already thought this, already knew this. Seeing Yoongi act like this was hot. It was sexy. It was unbelievable.

He gripped the back of your head to smash your lips together again, his eyes on Seokjin as the other guy took a seat on the edge of the bed. Breaking away, Yoongi took your hand and marched you over to him, to which you gladly obeyed, leaning over his body to kiss him again. Seokjin widened his legs, falling back to let you slot inside and wrapped his arms around your middle.

“Seeing as you missed her so much,” Yoongi taunted, standing over you both as he watched. Seokjin took no notice. He either didn’t care or wasn’t even paying attention in the first place.

Knowing Yoongi was deriving pleasure from this only doubled yours and not long after that you were pulling apart from Seokjin’s lips, a panting mess, to reach for the buttons on his jeans. You dropped to your knees and he sat up, watching you, mouth open as he breathed heavily.

“Sucking my dick already?” He teased.

You ignored him, too desperate now as you fought with the fabric. It was stretched so tight over his thighs you had a hard time freeing his dick, but you won, finally feeling the smooth, hard flesh of his cock in your hand.

As you ran your fist up and down him steadily, warming up, you heard Yoongi chuckle. “So the rumours are true. Impressive.”

You looked up at Seokjin, curious for his reaction. He laughed back. “Of course they are. Although, it’s only impressive if you know how to use it.” He paused, looking down at you. “I do. Ask your girlfriend.” Between your legs pulsed, memories stirring.

Yoongi scoffed but other than that said nothing, and eager, you lowered your head, really, really wanting to suck dick. Seokjin’s dick. It twitched in your palm as he gave you an enthusiastic grunt, taking hold of your shoulder as you took him into your mouth. “Fuck,” he hissed, watching you pull off to swirl your tongue around the sensitive head, digging the tip of the muscle into the slit, knowing it made his thighs tremble. Said thighs were hard with tension, his boxers and jeans digging a line into the skin. You took him back inside, pushing as far as you could get before gagging. He arched his back swallowing down a yelp. You guessed he wanted to look cool, calm and collected in front of Yoongi. Cute.

You moaned enthusiastically around him, wanting him to react more. You made sure to jerk your fist against the flesh you couldn’t reach, making your mouth wetter, making your actions louder. You looked up at him, making eye contact. He buckled. “Ah, f-fuck.” He started knocking his hips to the rhythm, you let him fuck your mouth shallowly.

Extending an arm behind you, you reached for Yoongi, coming into contact with his leg, and you gripped it tightly. He stepped closer.

“Don’t worry, he’s still here,” Seokjin said, eyes looking up and behind you. “He’s enjoying the show. Likes watching you choking on big dick.” You moaned, unable to stop yourself.

That was when Yoongi suddenly crouched beside you, hand reaching to stroke your hair attentively before he was gripping the back of your neck, stilling you, lodging Seokjin’s dick inside your mouth.

“Yeah,” he husked. “I’m enjoying myself.” He kissed your temple gently, as if to reassure you. God, you were so turned on. You needed to get touched before you burst.

“Can you take him deeper? I fail to believe you never have.”

Fuck. Yoongi had never spoken to you like this before. He wasn’t really a lover of dirty talk, but this was more than that. It was real, raw. He meant every word and he wanted this. His grip eased up on your neck, letting you pull off Seokjin’s cock to prepare a breath. When you took him inside again, you pushed deeper, just to satisfy Yoongi – and Seokjin in the process of course. When you audibly choked Yoongi growled with pleasure.

“Fuuck,” Seokjin cursed as you came up for air. Not really having much of a moment to compose himself before Yoongi was helping to guide your head down again. This time you got to the base of Seokjin’s cock, jaw aching as you concentrated on breathing out of your nose and not on the word ‘gag’. With watery eyes you looked at Seokjin and forced yourself to swallow around his girth. He jerked up, crying out. “—Swallow—h–holy fuck, I forgot how good your throat felt—mother fuck—”

This time as you tried to repeat you gagged, a loud retching noise tearing from your throat and Yoongi let go of you, letting you come up for air, panting loudly. Some of your saliva slid from the corner of your mouth and you wiped it away quickly, ignoring the burn in your jaw. Some had even collected in the little hairs that covered his groin. They shone in the overhead lighting.

“Baby, I think he’s close already,” Yoongi chuckled, taking a look at Seokjin, highly amused.

Seokjin’s thighs were so tense the muscle looked almost aggressive, patches of red littering the flesh. It travelled up his neck too, flushed his face as he tried for breath. It was good to know you still had the same effect on him.

However, distracted he shot a look your way. “I thought you said he didn’t call you baby.” You just shrugged.

“I can call her whatever I want,” Yoongi informed the other guy. “She’s my girlfriend.” He stood you up, body in front of yours as he watched Seokjin on the bed. “My girlfriend,” he repeated, running his hand up and down your back. You glanced at him, despite his loving action his eyes were still dark, a fire you’d never seen in them before. “I’m the one giving you permission to get your dick sucked by her.”

Seokjin just chuckled quietly, uncaring that his dick was still out, drenched in your spit. In fact, he began to run his own fist along the length now. You found yourself staring. “Thanks for being so kind. Can I fuck her too?”

Please. Your body pretty much ached for his dick. You wondered if you could still take him. You thought you could. It hadn’t been that long, and besides, you’d always been a pro when it came to that.

“Not yet,” Yoongi dismissed. “It’s my turn first.” He pushed gently at your shoulders, signalling for you to drop in front of him. You listened, your face meeting his crotch.

“Fair is fair,” Seokjin breezed.

Yoongi’s dick was a lot more manageable. You held onto his thighs as you let him thrust in and out of your mouth, curling your tongue along the underside of the flesh as he did so, swirling it around the tip – making a show of it.

“Mhm, fuck,” he muttered, running his fingers through your hair before holding your head still, lodging his cock all the way inside your mouth. He held you close, the tip of your nose pressing into the hem of his t-shirt as you forced yourself to swallow around him.

Okay, yes Yoongi’s dick was smaller than Seokjin’s but that didn’t mean you weren’t struggling to deepthroat him. His hips bucked into you once when he felt you choke, and he eased away quickly after that, his face shiny as he remained breathless.

He bent to ran a finger along your lips, wiping away some of your spit that had collected in the corner. “You’re dribbling you love cock so much.”

You had no doubt by now that you were drenched down below. You could feel the way your thong stuck to you as you shuffled on your knees, pressing your thighs together as you moaned and tugged his boxers down lower. You took him in your palm, spreading your spit into his length as you moved closer. Aware that Seokjin was watching, you dipped your head and took one of Yoongi’s balls into your mouth, sucking the soft flesh gently as you looked up at your boyfriend innocently. His mouth had fallen open, brows creasing together, face crinkled up as he moaned softly. You smiled mischievously around him, a twinkle in your eyes and he loved it. You thought Seokjin did too, hearing him fidget around on the bed. You pulled back, tongue pointing as you traced patterns against the sensitive skin.

That was it. Yoongi had to stop you with shaky hands. “Fuck, okay, stop,” he chuckled almost bashfully, running a hand through his blonde hair that had fallen in his eyes. You smiled as you stood, that was the Yoongi you knew.

“Now who’s close to coming,” Seokjin taunted.

“You’re both like putty in my hands,” you grinned, looking back and forth between them. They both wanted you. It made you feel powerful.

“Then let’s change that up,” Seokjin suggested. “We pleasure you.”

You liked the sound of that. Yoongi did too. He pulled his boxers and jeans up, leaving them undone as he came up behind you, slinking his hands around your waist. “What do you have in mind?” He asked Seokjin.

He shrugged. “What’s Yoongi good at?”

You didn’t even need to think about it. It was obvious, you’d told Yoongi himself so many times before. “Eating me out.”

Yoongi lived for the act, which was great because oral was your favourite. He knew how to make you cum in minutes, which was pretty insane. From the first ever time his tongue had met your clit you knew that’s where it belonged. You’d gladly get eaten out right now. Seokjin could follow suit if he liked. The more the merrier.

“Then let me watch,” Seokjin smirked.

Yoongi immediately began scooting you to the bed, eager to get started, and you kicked off your shoes, Yoongi copying. His erection pressed into your ass and instantly you searched for Seokjin’s, but just like Yoongi he’d put it away. He’d kicked off his sneakers and jeans though, just in his boxers and white long sleeved top. He moved to the top of the bed, throwing a plushie of a character that was vaguely familiar to you on the floor as he did so. Luckily he landed face first, saved from any further debauchery. The poor thing had already had an eyeful. You crawled into the middle, Yoongi following. Like you couldn’t help it you reached for Seokjin, connecting your lips. He was ready, tongue snaking with yours, his hands travelling down your back and over your ass. Behind you, Yoongi put his hand up the skirt of your dress, rubbing your heat over your panties.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he gasped. “What the fuck.” You were swamped, the cotton stuck to your flesh, and if you listened carefully you could hear yourself squelching.

Seokjin broke apart from you, interest piqued. “Let me feel. Turn around.” You didn’t quite understand what he wanted so you let him direct you around, sitting you on your butt as he shuffled forward, pressing your back into his chest.

Yoongi helped hike up your dress before sliding down the bed on his knees, ready for action. You spread your legs, letting Seokjin loop his arm around so his hand could travel down your body. He slid it straight inside your underwear, dipping his fingers into your arousal before spreading it up to your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of his forefinger. You moaned sweetly, pushing back into him. He tsked. “Namjoon’s going to wonder why his sheets are soaked through…”

Fuck. It was Namjoon’s bed. He was too nice for this to happen to him. Thinking about it, how the hell were you here again, hooking up at a party? You kept swearing this would never happen again and again and yet… You blamed Seokjin. It was always Seokjin.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” you groaned, attempting to look up at him. He kissed you again, laughing as he did so, his other hand cupping a breast.

Yoongi’s impatient hands rubbed at your thighs and you moaned again. You loved having all these hands on you. It felt unbelievable. Eagerly he started to pull your thong down, getting you out of it completely as Seokjin continued to tease between your legs. He eventually stopped, his sticky fingers making their way to your mouth, pressing one inside. You cleaned it up, looking in his eyes the entire time. After he was done, he took the second in his mouth, obviously enjoying yourself. You guessed Yoongi was into it too because with a grunt he was on top of you, kissing you hungrily, tasting your arousal on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, caged between both men. You could feel Seokjin’s erection against your back, Yoongi’s digging into your thigh.

“Yoongiii,” you whined, pulling away, lips surely swollen by now. “What’s a girl gotta do to get eaten out around here.”

“Patience,” he smirked, but he made his way back down your body, placing your feet to the bed as you bent your legs at the knee, spreading them wider. You watched as he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, wetting it, his face etched with concentration before he dived in.

He went straight for your clit, sucking with fervour before pulling back slightly to flick the tip of his tongue repeatedly. You groaned, arching your back instantly. Seokjin awed against your ear, holding your waist, his chin on your shoulder as he watched Yoongi at work. This was crazy, but so, so hot.

“Literally have the best fucking view right now,” Seokjin half moaned, pulling the skirt of your dress up further, a peek of your stomach on show, tensing erratically with the pleasure. “You honest to god love getting eaten out.” You moaned in response, agreeing wholeheartedly. “Is he better than me?” He asked, messing around.

You laughed breathlessly. “Maybe.”

Seokjin nipped at your neck lightly as Yoongi dragged his tongue up your whole heat, grunting in pleasure. You were honestly so wet, it clung to the inside of your thighs, run down your ass. Yoongi was just making things messier, eating you out like it was his last meal. The tip of tongue dug against your clit and you gasped out, hole clenching around nothingness, desperate to be filled up.

“I haven’t fucked you yet—then you’ll remember what you’re missing.” Seokjin whispered in your ear, continuing his conversation.

Yoongi heard, although you doubted Seokjin was purposely trying to stay quiet. “We’ll see,” he mused, pulling away to flash a look Seokjin’s way just as he pushed two of his fingers inside your soaking entrance.

You cried out, head falling back against Seokjin’s shoulder. He grunted at the sight, watching Yoongi fuck you with his fingers as you kept on moaning. You took his digits easily and greedily, so aroused you didn’t even need a warmup. As if he couldn’t stop it Seokjin crashed his lips against yours, swallowing the noises you made just as Yoongi went back to going down on you.

Haphazardly, Seokjin began to free the buttons down the bodice of your dress. “Let’s see your body,” he spoke through swipes of his tongue, freeing your torso, your bra the only thing you had left on now, as your own hands tore at the buttons on the skirt. Your dress feel apart, stuck under your sweaty back. His tongue was everywhere, similar to Yoongi’s earlier; flicking against your teeth, roof of your mouth, your lips… It was messy and eager. Fully uncontrolled.

“Can’t believe we’re doing this right now,” he murmured, mouth now at your ear. You squirmed, sensory overload, shaky moans all you gave him in response. You were going to cum if this kept up.

Yoongi’s fingers curled against your g-spot with intent, stopping his ministrations for a moment to chuckle. “Hey, if it’s what I have to do to get you off her ass, then I’ll do it – and I’ll enjoy myself in the process,” he added, smirking, still fingering you.

Fuck. This wasn’t your Yoongi. The Yoongi you were used to. The way he was speaking, the way he was acting, it was doing things to you. You felt like you were going to explode, pleasure building up. “Yoongi,” you begged, gasping for breath as he spread his fingers inside of you, stretching you open. “Please make me cum.”

“Why should I let you?” He teased, cocking an eyebrow as he kissed up your shaky thigh. “Do you deserve it? You were messaging another guy after all…”

“That was totally my fault,” Seokjin said, his voice strained he was so turned on. “Make her cum.” He wanted to see it.

Yoongi connected his mouth to your clit again, sucking it, his fingers straightening as he fucked you with them harshly. You tensed up, moaning, begging for release. You could cry it was so close. Seokjin kissed your neck like crazy, sucking red marks on the skin.

“I’m gon—mhm, oh fuck—fuck,” you tumbled out, unable to be coherent as you threw your head forward, clutching at Seokjin’s body behind you. You watched Yoongi as your orgasm hit, seeing spots, head dizzy. He slowed his motions, bringing you down gradually, dragging your pleasure out to the last millisecond.

He placed one last kiss to your core before beginning to travel up your body instead, kissing your stomach, your chest, staining you, humming against your trembling skin. Seokjin kissed your mouth again, Yoongi at your neck soon after, licking strips up the column before nibbling your ear. You felt as if you were sinking into the bed. You moaned softly, Seokjin pulling away, perfect timing for Yoongi to steal you instead, tongue pushing into your mouth, tasting yourself as Seokjin’s hand moved down your body.

You arched your back when you felt him push a finger inside of you, exploring your wet and warm insides before he added a second. Your heart jumped when you felt another hand between your legs too and you pulled away from Yoongi’s mouth to look down, seeing one of his fingers pushing inside your entrance too. He grinned when he noticed your reaction and you gave up, setting your head on Seokjin’s shoulder as they both tried to finger you at the same time. It was messy and off beat. If you were being honest, more uncomfortable than pleasurable, but just the visual seemed to do the trick. The thought of being able to fit both their dicks inside you at the same time flew into your head, and you had to stop yourself, knowing you were getting a little too crazy. You were losing your head. Maybe you already had.

“Fuck,” Yoongi exclaimed. “This is… This is so hot.” You moaned with what you hoped was enthusiasm, still exhausted from your orgasm. “You’re dirty,” your boyfriend gleed, voice an excited whisper.

“She’s always been dirty,” Seokjin stated matter-of-factly.

“How so,” Yoongi asked, highly curious, head tilted. He removed his finger, choosing instead to rub your thigh, enjoying the sight of Seokjin’s fingers inside his girlfriend’s pussy… God, you’d totally lost it. Throwing around the P word like it didn’t make you cringe.

“She almost let me fuck her in the ass once.”

“Why almost?”

Hearing them speak about you like you weren’t there was hot and it only turned you on even more. You shuffled, wedged between their bodies, desperate for more. If they could get to fucking you that would be great.

“Well,” Seokjin shrugged, “you came along and she broke up with me.”

Broke up with him? What an odd way of putting it. You wondered if he’d been way more bothered than he let on when you’d ended things? No, don’t be stupid. This was all talk between two guys. Same as all that talk about ass fucking was to rile Seokjin up when you’d been hooking up. It wasn’t real. You weren’t going to let him fuck you in the ass.

“Keep dreaming, Kim,” you sang to which he laughed loudly.

Yoongi sat up, looking at you both. “I think she wants you to fuck her now.” Your heart started to thud loudly in anticipation.

“Is that true?” Seokjin asked, slipping his fingers from you.

You nodded quickly, a smirk on your face as you looked at him. “Get on with it before I change my mind.”

“Please,” he scoffed, as if you ever could.

Yoongi moved to the head of the bed now, back against the headboard as Seokjin lied you down, kneeling over you to pry apart your legs, but you keep upright on your elbows, wanting to get a good view as your hand run over his chest and torso, tugging at his top.

“Off,” you motioned with your head and he obliged, ripping it over his head, revealing his toned torso. “Fuck,” you uttered, running your fingers across the hard skin.

He smirked. “Missed me?”

“Just your body,” you deadpanned, a glint in your eyes that told him you were only teasing.

He chuckled, pulling down his boxers, his cock bouncing out. He jerked it a couple of times before leaning forward, a hand against the mattress. He paused, looking at you. “Wait. Are we using a condom because I don’t have any.”

Oh. You hadn’t thought about that. You were so used to having sex with Seokjin without any it had slipped your mind. “I mean,” you turned your head to glance at Yoongi, checking to see if he had any concerns. He seemed fine so you looked back at Seokjin. “Is it safe?”

He knew what you meant. Had he fucked anyone else unprotected since you? He nodded his head. “Yeah. I haven’t…” He trailed off with a shrug, glancing at Yoongi himself, checking for his permission. Your boyfriend didn’t say anything so you guessed he was okay with it. You were a little distracted though. Seokjin hadn’t what? Fucked anyone raw since, or fucked anyone at all since? You were more than positive it was the former, and once again you felt a little weird imagining him getting in on with other people. It was stupid, definitely hypocritical and you would never admit to it, but you felt it.

“Come on, we don’t have all night,” Yoongi pressed from behind you, pulling you out of your thoughts. “What if this Namjoon dude wants his room back?”

Seokjin scowled, not liking being bossed about. “You can’t rush a good thing. I know you’re eager to watch your girlfriend get fucked by another guy but patience is key.”

Your heat pulsed as you listened to them bicker. It was kind of hot in a fucked up way. Yoongi breathed out a laugh, ignoring him. You held your breath when you felt the head of Seokjin’s dick against your entrance, unable to stop clenching in anticipation.

“It takes patience to take a dick this big,” he continued, not looking at Yoongi despite his words being directed at him. You would disagree though. You could take Seokjin’s dick easily, despite size, he was just trying to goad Yoongi.

Although, as he began to push inside you, your walls swallowing the tip, the sting became apparent. Your mouth opened in a silent moan as he sunk further, your eyes on Seokjin the entire time, his expression matching yours. You almost forgot Yoongi was there watching you until you felt him move, the mattress squeaking as he shuffled closer to your body, intent on getting a better look. He laid his legs to the side of you, slotting in behind your back and you rested your shoulders and head halfway between his stomach and crotch, letting the pressure ease off your elbows as Seokjin started to thrust his way fully inside. Stretching you out inch by inch until you finally had him whole.

“Unggh,” you moaned, pushing yourself into Yoongi. He gently pushed your hair out of your eyes, looking down at you. His eyes glistened with excitement. He really was enjoying this.

Impatient, unable to pace himself now that he was finally inside you again – like he’d wanted – Seokjin began to fuck you faster, thrusting with a grunt each time, hands now gripping your hips, knees pressing into the mattress. “Have you missed this?” He got out. “Me fucking you. I bet you imagined it a couple of times, right?”

“In your dreams,” Yoongi scoffed above you.

Seokjin shot him a glare. “You’d never know anyway. It’s not something she’d admit to.”

Men, you thought, inwardly rolling your eyes, so competitive. You looked up at Yoongi, trying to watch his expression as Seokjin fucked you. The fingers of one hand tugged at his bottom lip, the apples of his cheeks flushed. He was breathing quite loudly. His cock dug into your neck, still as hard as ever – harder in fact – his eyes glazed over as he watched Seokjin’s cock thrust in and out of you.

“This okay?” Seokjin asked you, feeling his hands grip the back of knees as he started to push them up, trying to fold your legs into your body, wanting to hit deeper. You nodded rapidly, a moan tearing your throat.

Yoongi gave a helping hand, pulling you upright by the armpits before deciding to drag you up the bed a little further, wanting to use the headboard as a rest. Seokjin shuffled awkwardly along with you both, still half inside you, still gripping your thighs loosely. You guessed threesomes in real life weren’t as easy nor glamourous.

Yoongi sat you between his legs somehow, your body now pressing into his chest as Seokjin got your legs up higher, hooking them over his shoulders, and he held your thighs, started to fuck you again, finding his rhythm, a mess of throaty groans. You moaned loudly, the bass of the music downstairs thudding in your ears. You were squashed between both men again. It felt so good.

“Is that good, baby?” Yoongi hummed in your ear and you nodded madly, trying to get words out but all you could manage was a few huffs of breath, a strangled whine. Yoongi’s fingertips traced ever so lightly around your stomach, making you shudder, before they worked their way down to your pelvis. He few seconds later he pinched your clit. You cried out, jutting your hips into Seokjin.

Your legs were shaking now, despite being propped up by Seokjin’s shoulders, you couldn’t take anymore. You nudged him with one of your feet, holding back his thrusts to drop a leg down. It was still bent at the knee and you were still cramped between the guys but at least you weren’t trembling like jelly anymore. One leg stayed hooked around the broadness of his shoulders though. You’d missed that feeling.

“I think you should cum,” Yoongi carried on, voice low. “Give him something to remember. One last time.”

Seokjin snickered. “I have a lot of memories. I’ll add it to the collection.”

You moaned at that, loving the thought of Seokjin thinking about all the times you’d fucked. Yoongi started to rub your clit with the flats of his index and middle fingers, getting them all juicy. “Oh, god,” you sighed, feeling weak.

“Yeah, be a good girl and cum for us,” Seokjin smirked down at you, reminding you of all the times he’d goaded you like that before. Cocky fucker.

You let it affect you though, concentrating on the pleasure both men were giving you, watching Seokjin’s cock thrust in and out of you, Yoongi’s deft fingers stimulating you something addictive. Squelch, squelch, squelch. That’s how you went.

“Seokjin,” you moaned, looking up at him now, mouth agape. His hips stuttered, a groan leaving him. He better not cum before you.

“Shit,” Yoongi cursed, voice thick as he watched you start to lose it. “I can’t wait to fuck you too. My dick’s about to burst.” You moaned louder, hearing him speak like that driving you crazier. Your head was spinning, unable to focus on everything at once.

Seokjin drilled you harder, expression determined. “You look so hot like this,” he panted.

“Gonna cum?” Yoongi pressed, feeling the way your clit was pulsing against his fingers. Seokjin could feel you squeezing around his cock. You nodded, an exerted cry trapping in your throat. “That’s my girl.”

Yoongi’s praise set your body alight, and he tilted your head back to look directly at Seokjin. “Watch him and moan his name, because it’s the last time he’ll ever hear it.”

“Ouch,” Jin feigned, chuckling slightly, but you were already too busy moaning his name to really pay attention. It fell from you easily, like it always had. You rolled into his thrusts, cramped and sweaty but it didn’t matter. Not when you finally fell over the edge, your orgasm tearing through your body. You came all over his cock, Yoongi’s fingers, crying out. Immediately Yoongi dropped his hand, but you weren’t done yet. Nuh uh, no way.

“Jesus fucking christ, you’re so fucking horny,” he exclaimed in disbelief, laughing, in awe of the way you continued to chase Seokjin’s cock, fucked out yet still so desperate. Yet to your disappointment Seokjin pulled out, gripping the base of his dick with a grunt.

“What you doing?” You demanded. You’d wanted him to finish too. To cum inside you.

Seokjin caught his breath, letting your leg down gently as he moved back, tugging up his underwear. “I wanna watch him fuck you before I cum.”

Your gut squeezed, watching him make his way around you, swapping places with Yoongi as your boyfriend sat you forward before crawling in front of you, cupping your face to kiss you enthusiastically. He pulled away and grinned at Seokjin. “I get it, you’re a masochist.” You couldn’t see Seokjin’s reaction, but whatever it was, it amused Yoongi.

Eyes full of lust he turned back to you. “Turn around so you’re facing him.”

You jumped to it, bouncing down on your knees to see Seokjin already sat comfy against the headboard. He cocked an eyebrow. “You like fucking her doggy too?”

Yoongi scoffed but otherwise ignored his jab. Getting behind you, you heard him push his jeans and boxers down, his hands massaging your ass, spreading it to get a good look at your – there it was that word again – pussy. There was a pause, like he was absorbing the view, you almost started to feel a little self-conscious, exposed as you waited, and then you heard him take an intake of breath, knocking the wind out of you as he shoved his cock inside you whole. All in on go.

You flew forward, crying out, but he started thrusting immediately, just making you moan harder, louder. “Ah—Yoongi! Fuck, oh my god.” The bed shook with his movements. You gripped the bedsheets between your fingers.

Seokjin groaned, eyes soaked in everything. “I knew this would be good.”

Yoongi spanked your ass and you squealed playfully, looking into Seokjin’s eyes now, a grin on your face. He was entranced, mouth open, mimicking your moans silently, as if he couldn’t help it. You noticed him rub his dick through his boxers, and you reached over to give him a helping hand. He pulsed from your touch, even above the fabric.

“Shit,” he mumbled, hesitating before he reaching for something by the side of you. Your cell phone. It must have fallen out of the pocket of your dress. “Let me do something…”

“What?” You managed to ask, still getting fucked pretty hard by Yoongi. You watched him unlock your phone – passcode still the same. “You’re not taking any pictures.” You told him, automatically realising what he was playing at.

“A video,” he smirked. He watched your mouth open in shock. “You’ve let me take pictures before. It’s on your phone, you can delete it at any time.” He was determined to persuade you. He tried one last time. “I want you to see how hot you look.”

“Fine,” you gave in. You wouldn’t say no to that.

His face lit up. “Yeah?”

“Thirty seconds tops,” you told him.

“Of course,” he agreed, eyes flickering to Yoongi behind you. You guessed he was looking for his consent too. Your boyfriend didn’t object, so Seokjin scrolled across the screen until he hit video and pressed start. He knelt up to get a good angle, your face fully in the camera, the sounds of Yoongi thrusting into you and grunting filling the speakers. “How do you feel?” He asked playfully.

You looked straight into the lens, grinning. “I feel great. Can’t you tell?” On cue, Yoongi gave you another smack. You yelped.

“I bet you do,” Seokjin husked, filming you for a few seconds longer, pulling back to get your body in the shot as Yoongi continued to fuck you like a machine. Where had he got all this drive from? You were struggling to keep yourself up.

“You’re out of this world.” Seokjin mused, a click as he ended the recording. That made your heart flutter. You couldn’t explain it. Was it the admiration in his voice? The look on his face as he said it? You didn’t know.

“I’m a lucky guy, right?” Yoongi bragged, interrupting your momentary confusion.

“You are,” you teased, laugh strained as you felt Yoongi pull your ass cheeks apart, rubbing the meat with his palms.

It caught Seokjin’s attention as he tilted his head to the side and watched. “You know if you really want her to go wild you should put that thumb to good use.” His eyes fell to yours, a small smirk spreading before he looked at Yoongi,

“Thanks,” Yoongi replied icily, thrusts slowing down. “But I don’t need your input on how to make my girl feel good.”

Seokjin laughed, genuinely amused, but now you were thinking again. You hoped Yoongi would listen. He was dragging his dick inside of you now, painfully deliberate. Ever so carefully, much to your delight, you felt his thumb inch closer to the spot that now ached for him. You jerked when he made contact, rubbing the sensitive hole with the pad.

“Wet it,” Seokjin whispered, watching intently. You could tell he was pleased Yoongi had listened.

Yoongi brought his thumb to your clit, getting it wet but also giving it an appreciative rub in the process. He spread you apart again, thumb at the crack of your ass soon after, now wet and sticky as he rubbed, applying more pressure, getting confident. “Is this okay?” He asked gently, and you gave him a little moan, a yes following soon after.

“Oh, fuck!” You gasped when you felt him enter you, slowly popping inside as he continued to drag his cock against your cushioned walls.

“You like my thumb in your ass?” He asked, definitely confident now, and your belly began doing crazy somersaults.

“Mmhm,” you moaned. “It feels so good, Yoongi.” The extra stimulation you needed.

Seokjin got in front of your face, sweeping hair away from your eyes, locking it behind your ear before you lunged at him, desperate for his mouth. You were greedy for both men. You kissed him without restrain, licking, moaning into his mouth until he couldn’t take much more, panting as he pulled away. “Wanna suck my dick again?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. God, you really did. “Please.” He was kneeling up straight away, pulling his cock from his underwear once again. He started jerking himself off and you opened your mouth, curling your tongue out to catch the tip, purposely teasing him. Seokjin chuckled, trying to evade your movements so he could get the head in your mouth.

You gave in soon enough, sucking him inside, putting on a show, lashes weighted as you stared up at him. He always did love that and he moaned on cue, pushing further into your mouth. He held the back of your head, beginning to fuck your mouth carefully, in rhythm with Yoongi’s thrusts. It felt amazing. To be full of both men. You moaned around Seokjin’s cock just from the thought. Yoongi loved that, pressing a foot into the bed to fuck you deeper – harder.

Gurgling, mouth stuffed, you attempted to cry out, your knees instantly trembling from the force. “Fuck,” Seokjin breathed, hips stuttering as he looked behind you, watching Yoongi go.

“I’m close,” Yoongi breathed, yet the snap of his hips didn’t slow. “You can cum again, baby, surely? One last time for me.” Yoongi encouraged. He’d never beg. You clenched around his cock, body instantly agreeing.

“She can no problem,” Seokjin grinned, although it was strained, teeth bared almost. He was close too. He knew your body well. Knew you well.

You were so turned on you couldn’t think straight, the pleasure coursing through your body, your veins. You wanted their cum. You moaned loudly around Seokjin’s cock, vibrations making him buck into your mouth faster, chasing his relief.

“Want me to cum on your face?” He got out between a sharp intake of breath. You nodded your head, another moan because replying was pretty impossible with your mouth full of his dick. “Yoongi?” Seokjin asked, looking across at your boyfriend, an eyebrow raised. “Do you want me to cum on your girlfriend’s face?”

You heard him chuckle. “If you’re trying to make me jealous it won’t work. Go for it.” At his words, he circled his thumb softly in your ass, the pleasure tingling up your spine. You were so fricking sensitive. You felt so good.

Belly doing flips, Seokjin tore from your mouth, jerking his length with intent, aiming directly for your face. You moaned his name, looking him straight in the eyes , helping him along as his breathing shook – helping yourself along because as he let out a gasp, the first shot of warm cum landing on your cheek, you came too, clamping around Yoongi’s dick as you cried out.

“Shit, shit,” Yoongi panted, his thrusts getting messy instantly as he prepared to cum. “Keep on squeezing like that baby—fuuuck,” he whined, thumb dislodging from your ass as he became overwhelmed, gripping your hips tightly, ramming himself inside you tight as he filled you up.

Seokjin groaned as he got every last drop of his cum on your face, aiming it mostly on your cheeks and mouth, a hand threaded through your hair and just before he was spent, you took him back in your mouth, sucking the tip dry, until he was hissing, sensitive and unable to handle it. He lazily rubbed the head across your lips, smearing his cum on purpose, enjoying the sight with a tiny smile.

Behind you Yoongi slid out of you, giving your clit a quick rub with the flats of his fingers for good measure. You jerked forward with a squeal, hearing Yoongi know pull up his pants and zip up his jeans. “Fuck,” he rasped, stumbling over to you. The bed dipped and bounced with his weight. “Let me see your face.”

Seokjin tugged his boxers up, sitting back against the headboard as he caught his breath. He watched you both idly, but you were too distracted by Yoongi’s reaction. He loved it, a noise tearing from his throat at the sight of you. You laughed, exhausted, wanting nothing more than to roll over and pass out. You couldn’t though. For a host of reasons.

“Here,” Seokjin said, a hand holding a tissue appearing in front of your face. Yes, his cum had been one of the main reasons. You sat up and took it, wiping yourself clean as Yoongi collected your dress.

“Oh fuck,” you cursed as you dropped the tissue onto the bed cum-side down. “I got cum on Namjoon’s bed.”

Seokjin laughed and shrugged. “Don’t worry, he won’t notice. Probably think it’s his own.”

You wrinkled your nose in disgust, immediately trying to wipe it off and to your surprise Yoongi laughed along. You were bemused for a moment, the two guys laughing together an alien concept.

Seokjin took the tissue from your hand and stood up, throwing it in the trashcan. “You can’t just leave it there like that,” you exclaimed.

“Relax,” he told you. “No way will he notice.” You watched him start to get dressed, and still a little dazed you copied, searching for your underwear. You felt weirdly awkward now that it was all over, which was probably expected. This wasn’t exactly a normal situation. There was no small talk to fill the silence that followed. Even Yoongi who was sat next to you stayed quiet, probably waiting for Seokjin to leave.

And a few minutes later he did, grabbing his phone left on the desk, scratching the back of his head – a nervous tick he had. “I should probably get going.”

“Okay,” you smiled slightly, standing up, stumped for what else to say. “Um…”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, obviously feeling just as awkward. “I’ll see you around?”

You nodded. “Yeah, maybe when school starts… See you.”

Seokjin nodded, agreeing silently and unlocked the door. You opened your mouth to say something else – you didn’t know what, but Yoongi beat you to it. “Jin,” he called. Seokjin turned back. “You won’t tell anybody, right?”

Seokjin scoffed, a dig slipping from his tongue. “Of course not. Your secrets safe with me.” And then he was gone. You stood there for a moment, staring at the door. A secret. He was correct though, you couldn’t see yourself telling anybody – not even Lina (for obvious reasons…) and you couldn’t imagine Yoongi ever spilling it. Thinking about it, why had Yoongi even agreed to it in the first place? Asking him seemed wrong, too invasive.

Yoongi got up and locked the door again, turning back to you with a gentle smile. You instantly felt better. Of course you did, it was Yoongi. You didn’t need to know why he’d agreed because you didn’t know why you had either.

“Hey,” he murmured, stepping closer, throwing his arms around your middle to hold you. You leaned in, rubbing your nose against his.

“Hey,” you smiled back, reaching to kiss his mouth. He kissed you slowly, kindly, asking if you were okay when he pulled away. “Yup.” Of course you were okay when he held you. “I mean, that was pretty…crazy, but I… Are you?” You hesitated, wondering if you should apologise to him. You had lied to him after all, and he had overheard your conversation with Seokjin… Had found out about the messages… Yet, he didn’t seem mad. He didn’t seem upset, and yeah, he was fine. His reply told you just that.

“Yeah,” he chuckled quietly. “That was…hot.” His looked like he wanted to say more but chose not to continue.

“It was very hot,” you agreed, cheeks heating up with your confession. You didn’t need to feel embarrassed though. Yoongi reached for you, kissing you again, deeper this time, his tongue licking yours. You were a little distracted though, a little anxious about still being upstairs. “Maybe we should go?”

“Yeah, okay.” He laughed. “Let’s get out of here.”

Your eyes caught something yellow to the side of you – Namjoon’s plush, and you ran to pick it up. “I’m putting him back. Just in case.” You didn’t want anything looking suspicious or out of place. You’d already left a small cum stain on the sheets, Seokjin a cum tissue in the damn trashcan. You were going to hell.

“Poor guy,” Yoongi sighed, looking at the plush sadly. “He must be traumatised.”

“Shut up,” you whined, but laughed too, and that’s when you saw your phone on the nightstand where Seokjin must have left it.

Oh. The video he’d taken. You suddenly remembered. You told yourself you’d delete it immediately when you got home. You wouldn’t even watch it. As much as tonight had been enjoyable, you didn’t need the reminder. You doubted Yoongi did too.

It had been a one off, a spur of the moment kind of thing. You didn’t need to watch the video, you didn’t even need to think of the video. It was done.

You and Seokjin were done.

Tonight had been the end and you were both okay with that.

You grabbed your phone and made your way back to Yoongi, smiling at him as you took his hand. “Let’s go.”

Written 2018. Reworked/Edited 2020 Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

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