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juliaswinterwriting challenge, pt. 2

1. “Take another step and I can’t be held responsible for my actions.” with Mathew Barzal

a/n: finally! my second of two submissions for @wondershawns winter writing challenge. 6.6K. also features Mat’s boyfriend Beau lol.

summary: Mat has been falling for Beau’s cousin Genevieve since the day he met her. the main thing standing in his way? her.

warnings: swearing. alcohol. a smattering of angst. mentions of sex (not explicit). a healthy dose of fluff.

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Mat couldn’t have heard his best friend correctly. Convinced of that, he shook his head and tried to snap himself out of his stupor.

“Wait, Beau… what?”

“Yeah, Genevieve’s moving in with me,” Beau repeated casually, slapping a puck into the back of the net. “Finally convinced her. She just broke up with that idiot and she’s gonna go to NYU.”

The guys were on the ice at the practice facility for the first time since arriving back in New York after a long summer. They were conducting an informal skate to get their feet under them again, but most of the time had been spent simply catching up with one another — shooting pucks, yes, but also shooting the breeze. Mat had enjoyed the laidback nature of the on-ice session thus far, but he felt an undeniable jolt of electricity in his every nerve when Beau said that name — the one that elicited a thousand different feelings all at once.

Genevieve.

The girl who shared her cousin Beau’s big blue eyes and endless charm, but had a sassy wit and tender heart all of her own. The girl who was more like his teammate’s sister than a more distant relative. The girl who Mat had fallen for the very first day he met her, when Beau invited him to his family home in Quebec for a visit, now three summers ago. The girl who he’d been hopelessly, helplessly entranced by ever since.

Suddenly, a rubber disc was flying at Mat’s feet, the product of Marty dishing him a pass from the opposite side of the zone, expecting Mat to tap it into the goal as they’d already done a dozen times that afternoon. Instead, Mat let it whiz past him, only giving the puck so much as a glance when it bounced off the half-wall.

“Barzy!” Marty yelled from the far boards with a surprised chuckle, smacking his blade on the ice repeatedly. “Fuckin’ pay attention, kid!”

“You hockey much?” Beau teased, furrowing his brows at his teammate’s blank expression. Beau thought to himself that it looked as though Mat had just seen a ghost. “What’s’a matter with you?”

Mat turned to see Marty, Beau, Ebs, and Anders all looking at him as if he were a creature from a different planet. He cleared his throat and hunched once more overtop his skates, gliding in a tight circle before he faced them again.

“Nothin’,” he said nonchalantly, with a sniff. He put his stick to the ice and readied himself, trying to push Beau’s revelation to the back of his mind and focus on the task at hand. “Let’s go again.”

“Wait,” Marty said, putting a gloved hand up to halt the skating men around him. “I forgot. Isn’t Barzy, like, in love with that girl?”

Beau slowly turned his head toward Mat, who swallowed hard, trying to will his cheeks not to redden. Anders and Ebs chuckled, hands resting atop the knobs of their sticks.

“Shut up, Marty,” Mat nearly pleaded, anxiously tapping his stick on the ice. “Just... let’s go again. Come on.”

_____

In the three years since they’d first met, the math broke down pretty simply: Genevieve had had a boyfriend for all of those three years, until a month ago; Mat had kissed her exactly once on the forehead after putting her drunk ass to bed during a weekend visit to Beau’s; and they had made exactly zero progress toward becoming what Mat had always wanted them to be. Together.

One more number was soon added to the equation, not long after she moved to the city — the number one. Sponsored by the number of times they’d now had sex.

Genevieve’s twenty-first birthday fell right after she started at NYU as a junior transfer, when the Isles boys had just started camp. After a night at the club celebrating her, in a vodka-induced haze, with Tito’s attention wrapped up in a pretty blonde, Mat and Genevieve snuck away from the group, into an Uber, and off to his apartment in Brooklyn.

Mat realized immediately that he’d never felt a high like the one he did when she was kissing him, and he chased it all night long. He lost himself in her in every way as they melded together between his sheets.

He truly thought that her birthday was going to be the start of something between them. Something real. More than just a childish crush, stolen glances, and timid, blushing stares.

Which is why his heart broke when he awoke the next morning, after their passionate night gave way to dawn and the effects of the alcohol had faded, to hear Genevieve speaking quietly on the phone.

“Yeah, yeah, I went home with someone... No, you don’t know him. Just a guy from class.”

Mat felt a tightness in his throat and tried to swallow it.

“Shut up, Anth,” Genevieve said with a lighthearted groan.

Shit. Of course it was Beau.

“Brunch? Uh... yeah. Yeah, I can do brunch. I just have to come back to your place and change first... No, no, I’ll just grab an Uber. Yes, I’m sure.”

She was leaving. She was trying to sneak out of his place, while he was presumably still asleep. Despite that, pathetic as he felt for it, he didn’t want her to go. That was the last thing he wanted.

“Okay. Yeah, that’s fine. Okay, see you then. Bye.” Genevieve ran a hand through her dark locks and blew out a long breath.

“Who was that?” Mat muttered in a sleepy voice, making Genevieve jump. Despite trying to ignore it, he couldn’t help but notice the way she pulled his sheets tighter around her naked body at the realization that he was, indeed, awake. His chest clenched at the sight. Genevieve cleared her throat, stalling, before answering.

“That was Anth,” she said, tossing her phone on the bed in front of her. Mat watched the way her bare spine hunched as she sighed and then looked at him over her freckled shoulder. It took everything in Mat not to lean over and pepper her soft skin with warm kisses.

“He wants to go to brunch. The three of us. He’s gonna text you and invite you. He doesn’t know I’m here...” she spoke, wringing her fingers.

“Okay,” Mat said quietly, sitting up on an elbow. “Well, I’ll drive you back to his place—“

“No, no. I’m just gonna order an Uber,” she said hastily, followed by another long sigh. He wrinkled his brow, confused.

“We can’t tell him, Mat,” Genevieve said sadly, tossing him a forlorn glance, her fingers pressing into her temple. “We just... I can’t. I’m sorry.”

His heart broke a bit right then. In his mind, they would admit the truth about last night to Beau this morning, he would chirp them about it endlessly but be happy that they were happy, and they would all live happily ever after.

Evidently, Genevieve had different plans.

“So I’m gonna go, and then you can meet us at the cafe. Okay?” she asked, turning to face him straight on, seemingly so that he saw as little of her nude form as possible, despite having seen all of it last night.

Mat nodded, swallowing again. “You’re sure this is what you want?”

They both knew he wasn’t talking about the Uber. He was referencing something much more consequential than her ride home.

Genevieve pressed her lips together, looking down at her lap before meeting his eyes again. She nodded slowly.

“I just... I don’t think this is a good idea, Maty. I just got out of a relationship, and I don’t know how Anth would feel about...” She gestured between the two of them. Mat tried not to flinch, though he nearly did just that.

He nodded. Genevieve noted the pain in his eyes and averted her own to avoid being crushed by the knowledge that she had singlehandedly inflicted it upon him. Eventually, he found his voice again.

“Okay. Fine. I understand, I guess. I think you know how I feel about you, especially now, but it’s... it’s whatever you wanna do, G,” Mat said.

Genevieve blinked at him a few times, and for a fleeting moment as she opened her mouth, he thought she might change her mind.

His hopes crashed down in front of him as she shifted uncomfortably under the covers and requested, “Can you maybe just... look away while I get dressed?”

That time, Mat flinched.

_____

Mat couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw who was calling as he made his way home from the rink after practice on a snowy Monday nearly three months later, in early December. He pressed the green button on his dash display, said hello, and her fluttering voice filled his car.

“Mat… hi! Are you busy?”

Even if he were, Mat would’ve lied.

“No, no, not at all. What’s going on, G? How are you?” he asked as he switched lanes, fingers suddenly drumming on the steering wheel as nervous energy coursed through him.

Since the morning after they’d hooked up, the most they had communicated directly was texting half a dozen or so times, with Genevieve congratulating Mat on a good game or Mat asking if she knew where Beau was. Occasionally they’d bump into each other after a game, the ones she could actually make it to given her insane class schedule, or at the bar, and they’d both hug awkwardly and inevitably blush like schoolchildren. Mat missed her like hell, and he gently reminded her of that each time they touched base, but he respected her decision, even if he wasn’t fully convinced it was the right one.

Little did he know, Genevieve wasn’t fully convinced, either, but she willed herself to stand her ground, despite the sway he still held over her, without him even realizing it.

“I’m good. I’m good. Listen, um, I know this probably seems out of the blue, but… would you wanna meet up for coffee?” he heard her ask.

Mat’s brows shot up at her inquiry. He had long ago written off any chance at spending alone time with her and was caught off guard by her invitation.

“Sure,” Mat answered, though somewhat hesitantly. “I’d love to, you know that.”

She must have heard the surprise in his voice because she followed up with, “It’s just, I really miss you… and besides, there’s something else I need to talk to you about.”

Mat couldn’t keep the smug expression from his face. “Oh yeah? Other than just how much you miss me?” he asked arrogantly. He could practically hear Genevieve roll her eyes as she huffed into the phone.

“Just shut up and come here, you egomaniac,” she giggled. “I’m at my usual spot.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in fifteen. See you then. And, G?”

“Uh huh?”

A smile twitched at Mat’s lips as he replied.

“I’m glad you called,” he said, sincerity dripping from his words.

He heard the smile in her voice when she remarked, “I’m glad you answered. See you soon.”

_____

When Mat walked into the coffee shop minutes later, Genevieve was holed up at a corner table, notebooks and loose papers alike strung before her in a mass of organized chaos. She touched the tip of her tongue to her top lip and squinted at her laptop screen through her thick, tortoise-shell framed glasses.

Mat had never seen her wearing glasses before. Though he didn’t even think such a feat was possible, he fell a little more in love with her and became a little more tortured by her right then and there.

He approached her slowly so as not to startle her. As he came nearer, she didn’t even look up, deep in concentration as she typed. When she finally glanced away from her screen and toward a notebook across the table from her, Mat playfully crouched into her line of vision, tilting his chin upward as he waited for her to spot him.

Eventually, her eyes met his and immediately glimmered. She flushed slightly, putting her hand to her forehead with a groan.

“Oh, god, Maty, how long have you been standing there?” Genevieve asked, an apology in her tone.

Mat smiled and tried not to dwell on the way his pulse quickened when his nickname fell from her lips. “Long enough to observe that you might need your glasses prescription changed. You’re not supposed to squint at your screen like that, G,” he warned, approaching her and scanning the multitude of documents before her. “What is all this?” he asked, letting his gaze drift back to hers.

“It’s for my event this weekend. That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about,” Genevieve responded tentatively. “But first, coffee,” she said, reaching for her wallet tucked inside her bookbag.

Mat reached for her hand, pushing it away and shaking his head.

“No, c’mon,” he insisted. “Let me. What can I get you?”

Genevieve looked at their touching fingers as he slowly pulled his away, then she gave him that killer half-grin of hers and breathed a sigh, giving into him since she knew trying to protest was useless.

“How ‘bout a peppermint tea? I think I’m overcaffeinated at this point anyway so I should probably take it easy on the coffee,” she admitted with a chuckle as she tucked some hair behind her ear. Mat nodded.

“Smart girl. Tea coming right up,” he promised with a squeeze of her shoulder. Genevieve thanked him and watched as he sauntered to the counter to stand in line.

His hair was longer, and she thought it made him look even more handsome, if that was even imaginable. He caught her ogling at him as he turned the corner to wait for his order, and she simply pursed her lips into a tight smirk and tried to refocus on her notes. He tried to refocus on anything but her. They both were clumsy in their attempts.

When he returned, he placed a large paper cup before her and she wrapped her hands around it with an appreciative hum.

“You’re the best,” Genevieve praised. He waved her off as he took a sip of his cappuccino.

“So why have I been summoned here, G?” Mat then asked, teasing in his question.

Genevieve bit at her full bottom lip and Mat tried to force his eyes not to linger there as she snapped her notebook shut and readjusted herself in her chair, clearing her throat.

“Okay, so you know I’m taking this event planning class this semester? It’s part of my major. And our final project is to plan a large-scale event,” she began, and he nodded as he sipped at his coffee, amused by her bubbly mannerisms as she spoke. “Well, so… a friend of mine in class kind of accidentally let slip that I’m Anthony’s cousin, and it turns out that the prof is friends with some Isles execs. She suggested that I plan a gala to benefit the team children’s foundation, and obviously since the professor fed me that idea, I couldn’t really say no. Especially since it’s 50 percent of my final grade, and obviously because it’s for such a great cause.” Mat nodded again, already seeing where this was going, but not exactly minding it.

“So since you guys don’t play this Saturday night, Anth had originally told me that he would go and kinda be the face of the team for me, but he backed out this morning,” Genevieve said, playing absentmindedly with her fingers in her lap. Mat was getting ready to take another swig when she added that last little tidbit, and he narrowed his eyes at her as he lowered his cup.

“What do you mean he backed out? What the hell else does he have to do?” Mat didn’t try to hide his annoyance — Beau had practically begged this poor girl to come and live with him and go to school in New York, and now he was jeopardizing her academic future?

“I don’t know,” Genevieve shrugged. “He said some girl he’s been talking to bought him tickets to the Nets game on Saturday night and he—“

“Oh, you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me...” Mat spat, then noticed the disappointment in her features, and immediately softened. “So, what can I do to help?” he asked, deciding that he would deal with the Beau issue later.

She leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees, and drew a deep breath as she summoned the courage to make her request.

“I was wondering if... if you’d go with me?” she eventually mumbled.

Mat was certain he had misheard, just like that day months ago on the ice. He licked his bottom lip quickly and sat back in his chair.

“Say again?” he deadpanned.

“I was wondering if you’d come with me,” Genevieve spoke, clearer and faster this time. “I know I don’t even deserve to ask you a favor like that, and you probably already have plans anyway, and I—“

“G, stop,” Mat interrupted dryly.

“It’s not like you’re my second choice or anything,” Genevieve continued, talking with her hands just like Beau did when he got flustered. “I wanted to ask you — really, I did. Trust me. It’s just… I was afraid Anth would be weird so—“

“G, stop,” Mat laughed, his voice firmer this time as his hand moved to rest on her knee. “I don’t need an explanation. Of course I’ll come with you. I’d be honored.”

Genevieve finally exhaled, throwing her hands over her face in sheer excitement and shaking her head back and forth.

“Ugh, Mathew Barzal, I could kiss you right now!” she exclaimed before she could pay a second thought to her words. She covered her mouth then, eyes bugging behind her glasses. Mat couldn’t help but giggle at her reaction.

“Well, I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he quipped softly as he raised his coffee to his lips once more, smirking pompously at Genevieve as she breathed a laugh.

As she launched into the details of the event — what he should wear, what she would need from him, when he could pick her up — he found himself spacing. No detail she shared much mattered to him — not really. It didn’t affect his decision. No matter what this would cost him, literally or figuratively, he was all in.

All in on the gala, all in on Genevieve. All in.

She was letting him in, however little, and he planned to take full advantage of the opportunity.

Mat insisted on giving Genevieve a ride to Beau’s apartment after they’d finished their drinks, convincing her that she needed to take a break from working and get a change of scenery. Surprisingly, she complied. He realized as she sat in his passenger seat just how much he had missed the way he felt in her presence. The world seemed to be in full color only when Genevieve was by his side.

Sadly, the drive was a short one, and soon Genevieve was hurriedly pulling her bookbag into her lap as Mat pulled over to the curb near the building’s entrance. Preparing for her to jump out of the car without giving him a second look, Mat was surprised when he felt her fingertips grasp his jaw. She placed a lingering kiss to his cheek, closer to his mouth than could be called chaste, and smoothed her thumb across the stubble on his chin.

“I really have to go, even though I don’t want to, but thanks a million, Maty,” Genevieve said, beaming at him as she pulled the straps of her bag onto her shoulders. “I can’t wait for this weekend. Bye.”

With that, she was scampering off, throwing him one last smile before disappearing through the doorway.

With a pursed exhale, Mat rested his forehead against the steering wheel and tried to talk himself down from the clusterfuck his brain had just launched into at her actions.

_____

The week dragged on for Mat. When Saturday finally arrived, he took far longer than usual to get ready, even FaceTiming his sister for her recommendations on the best tie and shoe combination to match his navy suit.

When Liana furrowed her eyebrows, curious why he cared so much about what he wore to what seemed to her to be a fairly routine team event, Mat knew what was coming and braced for it as she opened her mouth.

“Is this like a date or something—“

“Goodbye, Liana. Thank you,” Mat said curtly, cutting her off and quickly ending the call. Of course, it rang again immediately, but Mat chose to ignore it and tucked the device in his pocket as he gave himself one last glance in the mirror.

When the phone rang yet again, he huffed, prepared to answer and then immediately hang up on his dear, annoying baby sister, when he noticed it wasn’t Liana this time.

Stepping into his closet to choose an overcoat, he smiled and tapped the green button.

“Don’t tell me you’re cancelling on me now, G,” Mat said, half in jest, half in masked terror. “I just got dressed.”

To his dismay, Genevieve sounded panicked on the other end of the line.

“Uh, no, quite the opposite, actually,” she said nervously. “I’m kind of — okay, well, completely — freaking out over here, and I was wondering if you could maybe come over early and convince me not to call my professor and tell her I’m sick so I don’t have to see what a complete disaster this night turns out to be?”

Mat had pulled on a coat and flicked off the lights in his closet while she was talking, and he shifted the phone to his other ear to respond once she stopped rambling.

“Don’t do that,” he said firmly. “I’m leaving now. Sit tight. I’ll be right there, okay?”

Mat heard her breathe a sigh of relief. “You’re the best, Maty,” she said. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

His smile widened — he was always happy to play the role of knight in shining armor, but it meant more to him to be able to play it for Genevieve. His chest puffed with each word of her gratitude.

“You’re welcome, love,” he said before he realized the pet name that fell from his lips. But he couldn’t regret it, refused to even try, so he bid her goodbye for now and headed for the parking garage to ride away on his white stallion — er, Cadillac.

Ten minutes later — after navigating a route that should have taken at least fifteen — he was on her doorstep, the dozen red roses he had bought that morning in hand. Mat tried to act as though he wasn’t surprised to find her still in a set of Beau’s Isles sweats, donning her glasses, with her makeup half-finished and her hair not yet fixed. He glanced at the clock above her head that indicated only about forty minutes until they needed to leave the apartment, but decided to ignore that minor detail.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Mat said charmingly, extending the flowers to her. “These are for you. For good luck.”

Genevieve’s lips turned up momentarily into a grin, then folded into a frown, and she looked as though she may burst into tears at any moment. Forcing his way in the door, Mat set the bouquet on the entry table and gathered her into his chest, resting a hand on the back of her head and rubbing small circles on her back with the other.

“Hey, hey,” he soothed. “What’s goin’ on, G? Talk to me, baby.” Oh, shit. Another pet name. He really had to stop doing that.

Genevieve seemed unaffected by the term, though, and drew a shaking breath before squeezing his waist tightly and stepping away.

“Everything! This event is gonna crash and burn and it’s all my fault,” she cried, flinging her hands skyward for dramatic effect.

“What do you mean?” Mat inquired. “And while we talk, why don’t we go to your room so you can keep getting ready?” he added, placing a gentle hand to her hip. Thankfully, she nodded, despite heaving a sigh. As he turned them down the hall, she let her swirling thoughts erupt.

“The caterer called an hour ago and said they didn’t put in an order big enough for tonight so they’re gonna have to supplement the food with basically whatever they can find,” Genevieve began as they entered her room, motioning for Mat to take a seat on her meticulously made bed, which felt far more intimate than he was prepared for, not that he was complaining. She sat on the vanity bench nearby and hurriedly applied eyeshadow to her lids, prattling all the while. As she spoke, Mat glanced down at the dress laid out on the foot of the bed on a hanger, and he swore he forgot his own name for a moment as he gaped at it blankly.

“And I specifically ordered peonies, not poppies. Like how the fuck does a florist mess that up! I just—“

“Wait, sorry to interrupt, but this is what you’re wearing?” Mat choked out, sliding the shiny fabric between his first two fingers and thumb. Genevieve nodded, hurriedly fastening on a pearl cluster earring smack dab in the midst of her blush and bronzer routine.

“Yeah, Anthony insisted on taking me shopping and made me buy the most expensive goddamn dress in the store for some reason,” she grumbled. Mat made a mental note to thank Beau profusely. “I told him I couldn’t accept it but — wait, why? You hate it, don’t you?”

Mat’s eyes bugged at her question before he swallowed hard, shaking his head furiously. “No, no, it’s just... you’re gonna look so unfair,” he chuckled. Genevieve gave him a disbelieving look.

“Hardly,” she disagreed, apparently not noticing how gone he was at the moment. “Anyways, it doesn’t matter what I wear because it’s going to be an absolute shit show.”

She threw a fluffy brush into her makeup caddy with a clatter, and Mat approached where she sat fussing over herself anxiously in the mirror. She couldn’t help but notice the way her breath caught in her throat when his long fingers came to rest on her shoulders, stretching to her collarbone as he gazed at her intensely in their reflection. She felt herself relax under his touch.

“I know you’ve convinced yourself of that,” Mat began, his voice low, slow, sincere. “And that probably nothing I say will change your mind. But even if the food is wrong and the flowers are wrong and it doesn’t look exactly how you pictured it, it’s still gonna be a success. Because you made it happen. And you’re the most organized, most dedicated, hardest-working person I know,” he said as she finished applying her lipstick and sat up straight with a long, calming breath.

“And you’re the sweetest person I know,” she admitted airily. Mat beamed, squeezing her trap muscles. “Thank you,” she added, her hand finding his and bringing it to her lips, their eyes never straying from one another’s in the mirror until she stood up to face him.

He threw her hair over her shoulders and gawked at the perfect placement of her makeup, however much she had rushed its application.

“Makeup,” Mat spoke, drawing a pretend v-shape in thin air. “Check. One thing at a time.”

She snickered a bit, her hands ghosting across his suit coat for a moment, enchanted, before she snapped back to the task at hand.

“Okay, I have to go curl my hair, and then get dressed. And then, I’m ready,” she promised as Mat nodded and slowly returned to his seat on her bed. As she pulled a pair of strappy heels from underneath the bedskirt, he smiled down at her so fondly, and she realized she wouldn’t mind having him sitting right here more often.

Certainly wouldn’t mind.

She tossed Mat a wink as she picked up the dress, too, and hustled into the bathroom, suddenly feeling much more confident than she had without his presence — his reassurance.

Fifteen minutes later, after chattering with Mat through the door while taming her hair, she pulled on the dress and smoothed her hands over the skirt of it, tugged on her heels, and pulled open the door.

Mat stopped abruptly in the middle of a story about razzing her cousin at practice and stood to his feet, neither moving an inch.

Finally, Genevieve sighed and motioned toward her attire.

“So?” she spoke simply. “Acceptable?”

Mat scoffed, literally scoffed, and repeated, “Acceptable?” He rubbed a hand over his mouth and couldn’t help the boyish giggle he let out. “More than acceptable, G. You look... wow. Incredible. So incredible.”

Genevieve could admit to herself that she was pleased with his reaction — in fact, she couldn’t quite seem to detach her eyes from his face as his stare roamed her figure. She leaned against the doorpost and smirked.

“Remember what I said earlier this week? About how I could just kiss you right now?” she asked mischievously. He nodded slowly, eyes still studying the way her dress pulled tight in exactly the right places, then finding their way back to hers. “Kinda feeling that way again right now,” she added.

He exhaled sharply, standing up straighter, as she took a couple of paces toward him.

“Is that so?” he teased. She nodded, chewing at the inside of her cheek. Mat hummed in anticipation as she came ever closer. “You sure about that?” he asked firmly, extending his arms with his palms out toward her, trying his damnedest to keep her at a distance.

She only nodded again, a gleam in her eye, and paused just a couple of feet from him, waiting for his approval.

“Take another step looking like that and I can’t be held responsible for my actions,” Mat warned, giving her one final out.

A small laugh passed through Genevieve’s nose, and she looked down at their feet as she daringly moved forward.

“I’m okay with that,” she whispered as she looked back to his face. Mat only quirked his brow in response.

“I think it’s time I focus less on pushing you away, and more on just…” Genevieve tenderly wrapped her arms around Mat’s neck. “Just finally letting things happen the way they’re supposed to,” she spoke.

Mat froze for a moment, then broke into an enormous grin. “Yeah?” he asked in awe.

She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded, driving him insane. He pressed her lower back into his body as she assured, “Yeah. This is what I want.”

Mat barely let her speak that last word before capturing her lips in a searing kiss — all the nerves and anxiety about avoiding this melting away in a heartbeat as she moaned softly into his mouth, eliciting a smile from him against her skin.

“You’re beautiful, G,” Mat whispered when he finally came up for air. “You know that?” Genevieve blushed and tried to hide her face in Mat’s chest, but with a roll of his eyes, he caught her chin between his thumb and index finger and angled her face toward his own.

“No, none of that,” he said. “I’ve waited this long to be with you, G. Just let me look at you and tell you how gorgeous you are.”

Mat felt the warmth of her cheeks as he caressed them with the backs of his hands, losing himself in her criminally blue eyes.

“You are something else, Maty,” she said, letting her hands rest on his taut stomach as she leaned into him. “Now we really have to go, or we’re gonna be late.” With one last kiss pressed against his lips, Genevieve spun away from him, grabbed the pearl clutch from her bed, and tossed him a particularly wicked glance over her shoulder, laughing at his dumbfounded expression as she drifted out of the room.

And as he watched her walk away from him, hips swaying beneath the satin of her dress...

Mat knew he had no choice but to follow wherever she led.

_____

Whether she was aware of it or not, the girl knew how to command a room.

As Mat watched Genevieve engage the many high-profile sponsors and potential donors in the ballroom, he found himself thinking that he really didn’t even need to be here. She had this in the bag, and he was just arm candy for the night. And he realized he didn’t mind a bit.

Even so, he couldn’t help but swell with pride when she regularly turned away from conversations throughout the evening, searching the many faces in the crowd until she found his, her shoulders relaxing and her eyes flashing with affection when she finally did.

Finally, Mat sensed that the peace he had long ago found in her, she now felt in him. Nothing could ever make him happier than that.

Despite having different food and flowers than what Genevieve had planned, the event was a smashing success. She learned from her professor near the end of the gala that they had raised a quarter of a million dollars for the Islanders Children’s Foundation in this single night — a figure which made her nearly choke on her champagne and subsequently back Mat into a coat closet to reveal privately. Only he was more excited about the triumph than she, clutching excitedly at her sides as he pulled her to himself for a fiery kiss and gleefully congratulated her, both of them trying to stay as quiet as possible to remain undetected. When they regained their composure, they walked regally arm in arm back into the ballroom to say their thank you’s and goodbyes.

As they waited outside for the valet, Mat held Genevieve from behind, his arms encircling her waist under the grand stone archways of the old building. In her ear, he whispered her praises, pressing a kiss to her temple or jaw between each adjective as they awaited their ride.

“Smart. Beautiful. Capable. Stunning. Perfect. Worthy. Mine.”

That last one prompted her to spin in his arms, unashamed of who might see, and grasp his face for a firm kiss.

“Yours,” she whispered back dreamily.

_____

Soon they were back at her apartment building, rushing down the hall hand in hand, fully prepared to take advantage of Beau’s night on the town. Mat was mouthing hungrily at the back of Genevieve’s neck, from one side to the other, as she squealed and clumsily unlocked the door — a feat which took approximately five times as long as it normally did, considering the distraction hanging off of her, snaking its long arms around her torso as she finally tumbled through the doorway. Mat held onto her hips with a laugh to prevent her from falling on her face onto the tile beneath them, pulling her upward to resume their makeout until…

“Don’t you two look cute.”

Beau’s voice rang from the couch, startling both Mat and Genevieve as she pushed him away to create some distance between them. Mat cleared his throat as he unceremoniously gathered his footing beneath him. They both stood motionless in the entryway for several moments before Genevieve blinked at the basketball game playing on the television.

“Wait. What the hell, Anth… you’re watching the Nets game on TV? What happened to your date?” Genevieve asked as she took a few steps into the living room, tossing her clutch onto the couch so that she could put both hands on her hips and aim as much attitude as possible at her cousin.

“Yeah, I lied about that. The Nets are in Boston tonight, you geniuses,” Anthony informed them casually, taking the last swig from his beer bottle and placing it on the coffee table as he leaned forward.

“What do you mean, you lied? What the fuck, man?” Mat asked, incredulous.

“I did it on purpose!” Anthony bellowed, before the two gaped at him. “You two goons haven’t figured it out on your own by now, so I figured if I ditched, forced you into some alone time, bought G a pretty dress, maybe you’d see yourselves for what you really are. Hopelessly, disgustingly in love with each other. And apparently, it worked.”

Mat ran a hand slowly through his hair, tugging on his locks with a quiet laugh. Genevieve stood still, a hand suspended in mid-air, and whispered, “You planned this?”

Anthony rolled his eyes. “Of course I planned this,” he confirmed. “You really think I would just bail on you at the last minute for some girl? No! I knew you’d ask Mat, and I knew he would come to your rescue, and I knew you guys would have a great night together. Win, win, win.” Anthony rested his back against the couch once more, propping his feet up on the coffee table and folding his hands behind his head as he waggled his eyebrows. “I’m good, huh?” he remarked.

Mat took four quick strides toward his best friend and made a show of grabbing Anthony’s face and pressing a lip-smacking kiss to his forehead, which Anthony giggled over and wiped away, shaking his head.

“You’re my hero, man,” Mat spoke as he returned to Genevieve’s side and tucked her beneath his arm. Timidly, Genevieve asked Anthony, “You mean you’re not mad?”

Anthony’s big eyes grew even wider. “Mad?! My best friend and practically my sister are finally making each other happy. I’d be crazy to be mad! Or I’d be the Grinch. And I’m not the Grinch!” he assured as he pointed towards them.

Genevieve beamed, walking his way and placing a kiss to his cheek, squeezing his arm.

“Merci beaucoup,” she whispered when she pulled back from his face, only to see that he was smiling from ear to ear. He gave her a solemn nod.

Genevieve extended a hand toward Mat which he accepted gladly, then she turned back to her cousin.

“Well, on that note, since your plan was such a success, and so was my event, Mat and I are gonna go celebrate,” she informed him with a grin. Anthony chuckled and lifted his beer bottle in their direction.

“Cheers to that,” he said. “I’ll just turn up the volume.”

Mat and Genevieve laughed and said goodnight before making their way down the hall. Mat couldn’t close the door fast enough before spinning her and pinning her against it as she smirked, her form melting into his as he kissed her fiercely. For several minutes they stayed there as one, with their parting lips and their breathing the only sounds in the room. Soon, Mat pulled back, both his hands holding Genevieve’s face as he searched her eyes.

“Promise me this is really what you want, G. Promise me you won’t push me away again,” he implored, his voice sounding needier than it ever had. Genevieve felt the stab at her gut upon remembering once more that she’d really almost fucked this up.

She sifted her fingers through his long, coal black hair of his and looked into his green-flecked eyes, which begged her for reassurance. Mat swallowed thickly as she cupped his strong jaw.

“I promise I won’t, Mathew,” she whispered. “I won’t. I can’t. I need you.”

With that, she squeezed his cheeks between her fingers and smothered his lips with her own. Mat tasted the sweet champagne on her skin and moaned.

“Mine,” he said again, gruffly this time, into her ear as he trailed hot kisses down her jaw.

“Yours,” she repeated breathlessly.

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Come Down to the Black Sea III

Summary: The sea seems to call to you, but it’s not the tumultuous clash of the waves you should fear. Something lurks deep beneath the black waters, something sinister with a piqued interest and ill intent.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Siren!Shigaraki, graphic depictions of violence, heavy sexual innuendo, implied noncon, foul language, sexual tension you can cut with a knife, and just general sexual grossness. Joking daddy kink also, if you count that.

PART I, PART II

Here you go! The third installment. Your seafaring friend finds your hot button and decides to plant some lovely ideas in your brain. Listening to them probably is not the smartest idea in regards to keeping your heart beating, but it certainly gets your thighs clenching.

Taglist: @lemonzoey, @babayaga67

You know, it's really rough to explain to your superiors at work why you're so distracted when it happens to be because a mythical being is giving you the cold shoulder.

You’re not entirely certain why it bothers you so much that your last encounter with him ended rather sour. He had made it perfectly plain from the get-go that his intent with you was far from pure. Murderous, in fact. He had almost drowned you on your first meeting and insulted you incessantly during your second. Not exactly a friendly track record.

Regardless, he’s made a permanent home crawling beneath your human skin, like some itch you can’t scratch away. You can try to justify it however you’d like, but you can’t ignore the truth. In a word full of mundane existence, you’ve found an oddity and as much as you’d like to pretend you aren’t, you’re drawn to it. It’s part of why you returned to the beach despite the clear and present danger. You’d found a living, breathing mermaid. Even more impressive, you’d managed to piss him off.

Mermaid? Is that accurate? He’s so sensitive to being classified wrongly, but still never told you what he was. Considering the circumstances, maybe you should be a little bit more concerned about other things rather than offending him, but it still bothers you.

Your ignorance isn’t due to lack of trying. You’ve done extensive research in the spare moments you have during the day, but nothing quite matches his description no matter how deeply you delve into the weirder parts of the internet, even going so far as to browse around on conspiracy sites on the darknet. Mermaid? Merman? Siren? Fish-guy? Some distantly related offspring to that Ripley’s Believe it or Not monkey fish? Relentless searching proved fruitless. Plenty of old sun-crazed fishermen claim to have seen merfolk in the waters or sirens on the rocks, but more often than not, it was a walrus or stage 4 sea madness. No one had a legitimate account of meeting with a real, intelligent creature of the deep. Nothing that came remotely close to him, anyway.

Despite being unable to focus at your job, getting home only doubles the anxiety. Restlessly sitting and twitching on the sofa, repeatedly trying and failing to read or watch some vapid TV show. You’re unable to keep your mind from returning to the ocean, to him no matter how hard you try.

Over the course of time, you become acutely aware that staying home clearly isn't an option, but you're not really sure what to say to him if you see him again. Why do you even care? Aren't you supposed to be ignoring him? You can excuse your obsessive thoughts about him since most people would have the same reaction to seeing something supernatural not once, but twice in front of their very eyes, but a lot of people wouldn’t continuously return to see it especially if it was malevolent.

You love that preemptively planning what to say to a sentient supernatural sea dweller is a part of your day. That's awesome. Can't look that one up on google.

You’ll compromise with your compulsiveness instead. Go a little early and watch the sun set down over the horizon instead of watching the moon rise. Most parents won't allow their children near your rock because it’s slippery and dangerous, and frankly, you don't think he'll show up when others can see him. He’s deadly, but a mob of terrified parents and curious beach goers has few rivals.

Maybe you can get your fill before he appears. It's better to keep away from him anyway. He wants you dead.

He wants you dead, you remind yourself.

And so you do. Tread the sandy trail down to your favorite little hideyhole and plop down on the hard surface. You kick your feet absentmindedly on the rock beneath you, watching the small particles of sand splay and regather with every motion of your foot. The crash of the waves, still tumultuous and ornery, slap the side of your makeshift perch and splash you with speckles of water every few moments. You don't mind. You needed to shower anyway.

You can't help but feel a bit more lonely than normal, even surrounded by so many more people than you usually are. Flustered moms urge their children in from the shore to wipe them down with towels and flighty young twentysomethings hoot and holler, laughing loudly as they pile into their cars to find their next big spot for the night. The moon rises and the beach empties, leaving you alone again. The ocean settles, and even though it feels better, you feel alone.

You close your eyes, resting your head sideways on your knees with your arms buckled around your legs. You're close to the edge, precariously so. You just want to be close to the water. You should move back.

In. out. in. out. in. out. in. out.

The waves seem to move in line with the beating of your own heart, a tranquil feeling that dulls your restless thoughts and engulfs you in quiet solace. The hum of the ocean resonating deep within you with each breath you take of the briny air.

You're aware enough to recognize that the sound of the sea is luring you into a false sense of comfort. The darkness seeping over the horizon doesn't make it easier, and soon your slowly wandering mind is on the brink of unconsciousness. You're dangerously close to falling asleep, and given the circumstances, that probably isn't the best idea, especially since you're precariously close to the water.

You can't help it, it's been one hell of a week. You haven’t slept. Haven’t relaxed. Haven’t felt at home in so long...

Listen, there's no guide online to look at that can help you through what to do when a malevolent fish-man hybrid has decided he wants to drown you. You can imagine it would say something along the lines of 'Stop going near the water then, dumbass' but that's like asking a religious person to stay away from church. It's the one place where you feel any semblance of peace, and you'll be damned if you're going to let the moonlight water marauder take that from you.

Still, it makes things in your life exponentially more difficult when you can't explain to anyone what's on your mind.

'Yeah, I met a mer...thing, and he's decided that he hates me and he wants to drown me, and that makes me sad. The one supernatural creature I get to meet and he doesn't like me. Bummer.'

They'd probably have you committed. That’s a bit much even for your eccentric proclivities.

Your body occasionally jerks you awake, probably its way of saying 'You cannot sleep when there are enemies nearby', but it feels like it's been weeks since you've had a decent night's sleep. The endless procession of days marked by existential crisis with the tacked on bonus of being aware of the existence of a nefarious fairy tale creature makes everything feel awfully surreal. It feels as if you've been running on pure adrenaline and are about to crash. Hard.

If you were smart, you'd go home and try to bank on the feeling of sleepiness currently plaguing you, but you just can't bring yourself to move. Even barring the flaxen haired fish dude just chomping at the bit to drag you under, napping this close to the sea is a bad idea in general. Tides change rapidly and all it would take is a few minutes of you being unaware for the waves to snag you and haul you off to a watery grave. They'd probably never find you, just like the others who disappear here at night.

But that's probably his doing, isn't it?

What does he do with the bodies exactly?

You really wish he wasn't trying to kill you, cause you have an endless list of questions you'd like to ask. What does he eat? Where does he live? Does he sleep at all?

Musing on all the things you'd like to know about him and his life leads you into fantasizing about being a talk show host interviewing him, and one thing leads to another and before you know it, you're conked out cold. You've managed to find an extremely awkward position to slump into, but even the horrid crick in your neck isn't enough to shake you from the dreamless slumber. Your body doesn't even have the energy needed to produce a dream, so instead, you just float through an endless void.

It could have been minutes, or even hours, really. You're not sure. The only thing strong enough to jar you awake is a sudden and intense feeling of dread that blooms in your stomach and gives you a form and sentience again. Your eyes snap open instinctively, and you're greeted with a pair of spiteful red eyes far too close to you for comfort.

"Jumping jesus-!"

Surprised is a nice word for what you feel, an ugly screech emanating from your throat as you kick out your feet, knocking yourself over and almost falling in the water in the process. You hit your head nice and hard on a particularly jagged portion of the rocks, and by the time your vision undoubles, the danger is just barely settling in.

Except danger is too busy cackling to be a threat.

You try to grapple with the panic in your chest and get a grasp on reality again after your literal rude awakening, but it's a bit rough when the sadistic jackass who perpetuated it in the first place won't stop laughing. Apparently he's too amused to take the opportunity to seize you, so you take the moment to scoot much further back and out of his reach, resisting the urge to plant your foot right on his stupid face.

Eventually he quiets down, but the grin never leaves his face. Much like everything about him, it's hostile somehow, mocking and disingenuous.

"Humans really are so stupid."

"Joke is on you, tunabreath. You wasted the perfect opportunity to actually grab me."

He shakes his head, tutting you. "I couldn’t resist. We like to play with our food too, sometimes. Scared ones taste better."

Is he implying he eats people? Okay, you know what? You don't wanna know. You doubt he'd be honest about it anyway, and would probably say whatever unnerves you the most. He seems a prick like that.

"I thought the entire point was to drown me and get it over with. You’re borderline obsessed with it."

He scoffs, little head fins twitching as he waves you off. "If I’m going to waste my time, don't make it so easy. It's less fun."

Okay cool, this is all a game to him; your life is a game to him. Nice. Fun. Great.

Something on your face must have given away your ire, because he simpers at you and another raspy laugh bubbles in his chest.

"It's not my fault you're stupid. You're the idiot sleeping next to the ocean when you know what's waiting for you when you get too close. It’s like you want me to devour you."

"I thought after your little tantrum last night, you were gone for good. You really can throw a fantastic hissy fit."

That wipes the smile from his face.

“Little brat.” He taps a claw on the rock, narrowing his eyes at you. “Tough talk from someone afraid of getting a little wet.” He drags out the final word with a mocking tone, clicking his tongue against his fangs with the final syllable.

“For the last time, I’m not afraid of getting wet-” It takes it a second to sink in but wow this all sounds so wrong. Your face darkens and a familiar tingle worms itself in your gut. Are you really that lonely? “And don’t say it like that!”

His brows furrow and he studies you with a slightly quizzical expression. “Like what?”

How do you explain to a dude who presumably has no cock and no human sexual experience about the sexual insinuations of human expressions? Wow. This is not a talk you thought you’d be having. The entire situation is weird, but this really sets the bar.

“I know you’re probably not familiar with it, but that sounds... weird. It just sounds weird, okay?”

“I don’t understand.” His lips curl downward in annoyance, arching a pale brow in your direction.

“Look, when a human and another human... do stuff, things happen to their bodies and-“ a twisted sense of shame curdles your stomach and you go to scratch the back of your head, avoiding his eyes. Your words trail off somewhere mid sentence. If you were looking, you could practically see the gears turning in his head, but a few seconds later, his face pops in realization.

“I’m fully aware of your human mating habits.”

“Don’t say it like that either! Jesus, you’re so awkward.”

A slow smile spreads over his face and he leans closer to you, tail swishing in a steady rhythm beneath the water. “Why? You’re over the ‘age of consent’, as it’s put, right? A sexually mature human female? Does it make you uncomfortable when I say things like that? Or does it make you something else?”

He trails his claws in a walking motion towards your out of reach leg, and embarrassment isn’t a strong enough word for the emotion that colors your face as you recoil from his wandering fingers. “Knock it off!”

“Has it been a while since someone touched you, little human?”

“None of your business! You’re such a creep! And what do you know about it anyway? Don’t you fuckin’ lay eggs or something?”

He ignores your pointed jab, licking at his chapped lips as he runs his piercing eyes over you a bit too invasively for your liking. “You wanna know, huh? I can show you.” He reaches towards you again and you wiggle back a few more inches, caught between his words and the friction igniting feelings you’re desperately trying to ignore between your thighs.

“I’m getting mixed signals here. Are you trying to drown me or fuck me?”

“Who says I can’t do both?” He tilts his head, gaze lingering on your lips before drifting down to your chest without shame. His attention still feels utterly predatory, but for a different form of predator entirely. “Your death doesn’t have to be entirely painful, you know.”

“S-stop it.”

He’s giving you whiplash with his intense mood swings, but you can’t deny the less than appropriate places his words drag your mind to. Heat ignites inside you, warmth spreading through your navel as your cheeks burn deeper than they did before. You will it away, trying to shake loose the thoughts from your mind. No fucking way are you even considering this.

“Look, even if our bodies were compatible, which they aren’t, it’s not like you wanting to kill me is a turn on.”

He gives you another lilting grin, flicking his tongue and hissing in a foreign laugh. “Are you sure? I know that some of your kind are into that sort of thing. Hard. Rough. Dangerous. And judging by your face-“

Another bout of blood colors your cheeks so intensely that you can literally feel it. Oh God, make it stop.

“-You might be.”

“Shut it, shark bait!”

“And who’s to say we’re not compatible? I know plenty. Something about the beach is an aphrodisiac to you humans. Not to mention~” Another grin, but this one gives off the undeniable air of ‘I know something you don’t know.’ “You have no idea what I can do.”

You can’t help but look back at him as he says it and you can tell he means every word. The unnatural scarlet glow of his eyes seems far too welcoming, calling to you like some sort of beacon in the darkness. The soft gleam of his silvery hair in the moonlight far too inviting. You want to touch it, wonder what it would feel like entwined between your fingers, what it smells like and how those claws would feel like scratching against the sensitive skin of your ass as he holds you steady against his hips.

You bet those fangs aren’t just for show, and judging by his attitude, he’s probably not afraid to use them. You bet they’d feel all sorts of nice scraping and digging into your flesh, biting you and licking that thick tongue up and over your neck, maybe even a bit lower if you asked him nicely. He’s so lithe, so strong, he’d have no problem fucking you against the rock even with the water resistance. His slick skin rubbing against yours, webbed hands squeezing your waist, kneading your tits, pressing the rounds of your neck until you gave yourself over to him completely and the taste of him is the last thing you ever knew.

Okay, you admit it. You are really curious to see just what it is he can do. You’d probably be the first human in history to find out, the first girl to be fucked to literal death by a siren. Would it really be such a terrible way to die? Being dragged under metaphorically and physically and spending your last moments in pleasure wholly unknown to the moral realm?

He smiles softly, watching you toss it around in your mind as he cradles his head in his palm. He’s beautiful, and you loathe it. You hate that you’re even considering this, even toying with the thought as if it’s really an option. What the hell are you doing? This is complete madness!

“You aren’t serious, are you?”

He gestures you forward seductively, nibbling gently on his scarred bottom lip, keeping your eyes squarely trained on his mouth. “Come a little closer and find out. I promise I bite. Extra hard if you beg.”

Another clench between your legs. Shake it loose, shake it loose! “Look, even if I believed for a split second you wanted to seduce me, you really think I’m going to literally die for the chance?”

“What else are you going to die for?”

Oddly deep. Not a thought you wanted to ponder right now. Expertly deflect it with sarcasm and ignore the fact that he has a very good point.

“Of old age, in my bed, surrounded by loved ones and piles of money I didn’t get the chance to spend yet.”

He scoffs, blowing air through his nose. “Sure.”

“Just what is that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs, shucking aside your irritation. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”

“Prick.”

He giggles, finding your crass human mouth oddly endearing. “Well, the offer stands. I told you I’m not going anywhere until you're under the water with me.” He pauses, considering you for a moment before grinning darkly. “I might just do it anyway, but it’s better if you’re willing. Not that I’ve ever been averse to a little struggle.”

“What?”

“It’s hard to say no when you can’t speak. I could easily bypass this little game of playing hard to get, but I want to see you squirm.” He eyes between your legs and you pray to the Gods that he thinks the dampness residing there is because of the watery environment. “I want to see you beg before the light goes out in those pretty eyes.”

“You’re a fucking perv!”

“I told you I’m going to watch you drown, you really put it past me to not take other forms of satisfaction from you while I’m at it?”

He presents a good point. You resent the fact that you don’t entirely feel repulsed by the thought. You should. You should be mortified and terrified and other words that end in ‘fied’. You should run and never come back. You know you should.

You lean forward.

“I’d like to see you try, fish boy.”

A strangely genuine smile spreads across his lips and his face seems to light up at your words. It's still menacing, but oddly cute; like a child getting ready and excited to play their favorite game.

"You really think you can win this, huh?" He muses, looking up at you through those pale lashes. "You sure are something, little girl."

"What do I have to lose? If you win, you kill me, and whatever else, but I won't care, because I'll be dead. If I win, I get to see that arrogant smarminess wiped off your face when you don't get what you want. You'll have wasted all this time for nothing, and I guess that's a small consolation prize alongside my life."

“Time means nothing to me, but if it makes you feel better about the situation.”

From the way he says it, you don't deny it. It dawns on you that you really know nothing about his people. Do they age like you? Do they age at all?

“How old are you?”

"Older than you by far, I promise. What a rude question. How old are you?"

“Old enough. But that doesn’t answer my question. Don’t deflect.”

"No manners, you humans." He ponders it for a minute. "You count the passing of time in revolutions around the sun, right? I'd bet I had been an adult for a very long time while you were still learning to walk on wobbly little legs."

It's your turn to laugh now, and he doesn't seem amused. "You're an old man! Ew! You're an interspecies cradle robber!"

"I'm not old! We live exponentially longer than you! I'll still be in my prime when you're an elder!" His pallid face is dusted slightly red in frustration, and it's almost funnier than his reaction.

"Whatever you say, grandpa! Do you have an undersea walker? Drink sea prune juice? Is that why your hair is silver? Cause you're old?"

Self consciously, he strokes the front of his long bangs between his fingers. "No! You're an immature little brat!"

"Back in my day~" You barely dodge a swipe from one of his claws as he jumps as far forward as he can and swings at you. "Careful gramps, you don't wanna hurt yourself. You’ll break a hip or whatever it is you have."

He sneers at you and you bask in the minor victory.

You sit in silence; him with a scowl tightly pulled across his thin lips, and you with a smug little grin. So it’s not impossible to get under his scales.

He’s a world class pouter, you’ll give him that. He doesn’t strike you as vain, but this is probably uncharted territory for him; actually talking to a human and subsequently being made fun of for his age. He’s probably not used to being mocked in any sense of the word, seeing as he’s a ‘non existent’ mythical creature. Maybe his kind are prideful, if a little childish. He claims to have existed for ages, but he still has the mannerisms you’d attribute to a male around your age. Maybe a tad immature and explosive himself. You guess some things don’t change with the species. Aggression, domination, and sex. And murder, in his case.

Some things are universal, it seems.

He’s making a show of ignoring you now, clicking his claws together in a subconscious attempt to threaten you. They are awfully sharp. You swear looking at them makes the gashes on your arm start to ache all over again. Occasionally the fins on the side of his head twitch in an almost catlike manner, turning toward whatever source of sound can be heard. It’s so strange to you, you can’t help but stare. He looks ethereal, even as impudent as he’s acting. With the backdrop of the ocean and the moon behind him, he looks like a painting that belongs in a gallery. You can’t stop yourself from leering at him.

You’re trying to ignore the fact that he definitely takes notice.

He's angry at you, displeasure still slightly evident in his face, but a small smile crooks his lips. You've clearly offended him but your leering goes a little way towards soothing the hairs you've rubbed the wrong way. For whatever reason, knowing you find him attractive puffs his feathers- er, scales- with pride. Body language relaxes between the two of you and a few minutes of quiet follows.

Yet, it's difficult to keep a pleasant silence when the company you keep is far from familiar. This isn't two friends relaxing on a beach; at least unless most friends are malevolent ocean dwelling creatures with an end goal of filling the other's lung with sea water.

The lack of noise makes you antsy, almost like you're anticipating something but you're unsure of what. It feels false somehow, like you're trying to turn this isn't something it isn't; comfortable. No matter how his casual demeanor tries to lull you into a false sense of security, you have to remain vigilant. One little slip and he'll drag you into a watery grave- among other things if he was serious.

“So… What do you eat?”

He slow blinks at you a few times before grinning, light glinting off his all-too-sharp fangs. “You mean besides you?”

There’s multiple implications to that, neither one of which you want to ponder for various reasons. Your panties are already uncomfortably damp.

“Yes. Besides us.”

Shrugging, he flicks at a small pebble on the rocks edge and plunks it into the water. "Same thing you would if you were one of us. There's plenty of fish down here, only difference is I can eat them raw."

Your nose crumples and you stick your tongue out slightly, imagining him taking a bite out of a still-twitching fish. "Ew."

He rolls his eyes, brushing your obvious disgust aside. "If I recall, don't you humans have multiple dishes you eat raw?"

"Well, I mean, yeah, but it's different. We actually prepare it."

"Sounds like a whole lot of fuss over nothing. Your weak stomach just can't handle it and mine can, and you seem to find that to be some sort of bragging point. Also, don't you humans have a tendency to put things in your mouth that don't belong there?"

“Didn’t I already tell you to shut up about that?”

"I don't know, I'd say the occasional raw fish is a lot less dirty than a human male c-"

“Oh my god! I am so sorry I fucking asked!”

He cackles loudly and you realize that he's officially found your hot button. Even worse is he knows it. "I mean that's not to say we don't have our own filthy habits, but you guys are inspiring-"

"Dude! Make like a tunafish and can it! I don't want to hear any of this!"

"Oh? Is that so? Because around 10 minutes ago, you were half ready to rip your clothes off and jump in here and let me try you even if it meant your death."

"Momentary lapse in judgement. Don't get too excited, grandpa."

He frowns again but seems less offended now that the initial moment had passed. "If you insist upon calling me a nickname pertaining to my age, I'd prefer daddy."

All humor drops from your face. How the fuck does he even know about that?

As if he can read your mind, he responds. "A lot of you humans like to reproduce here. I've seen quite a bit and heard even more. Like I said, you’re absolutely filthy creatures.”

“Ah. Yeah. That makes sense.”

“My offer stands. Come a little closer and I’ll show you just what I learned.”

“Creep.”

“That makes two of us, now doesn’t it?”

"I'm not the one bringing up sex every 3 seconds."

Hey, do you know how awkward it is to be having this conversation? With him? Right now? Do you know how utterly surreal this is?

“No, but you’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

Your cheeks burn and you know it doesn't matter what you say. Your face is a dead giveaway. He knows it too, crossing his arm and arching a cocky brow at you.

“And I’m the pervert, huh?”

You wrap your arms around your legs again in a subconscious show of defense. "Yes, you are. This is a natural response to embarrassing topics. Topics you keep coming back to."

He shrugs again, his head fins twitching a few times. "I don't deny my nature. If I feel lustful, I act on it. Another reason you humans are inferior. You deny what comes naturally in the name of some form of... shame, is it? I have no bonds holding me back, while yours are pointless and dictated by some invisible and shallow form of ‘morality’ and ‘purity."

He’s… technically right. Still.

"You realize you're saying this to the person you're trying to kill, right?"

"I'm aware. Consider it a parting gift. You can feel what it's like to be untethered before I end you."

You roll your eyes so deeply that you’re almost certain you’ve detached the retina. “Oh, how very kind of you. So thoughtful.”

"It’s not entirely altruistic, but it's better than I was originally planning. I was just going to rip you apart the second I pulled you in. Of course, that was before I got a good look at you. It'd be a shame to waste such a pretty thing without getting a taste first.”

It's a twisted compliment, but you appreciate it, at least as much as the circumstances allow.

“Thanks… I think?”

"It's a good thing, I promise. I won't just touch anyone, you know. Most of your kind repulses me. I'm not an easy please."

"Oh." Another awkward silence. "What makes me so special, anyways?"

His face blanks over, eyes hardening and mouth pursing in a tight line. He opens his lips a few times to speak, but seemingly stops himself. His expression flashes confusion, then rage, then apathy in quick succession. "I don't know. It won't matter for long anyways, soon you'll be dead and I can move on."

“Not if I win.”

"You won't. I don't lose. Besides, I've already almost gotten you twice. It's only a matter of time before you slip up again, and I'll be there to catch you when you do."

"Put it like that and it almost sounds sweet." A smile tugs at your lips despite yourself.

His face flushes and he looks away from you, expression contorting. “It’s not. Don’t twist my words.”

“Spoilsport. Go eat a mackerel or something. You’re not yourself when you’re hungry. Or maybe you are. Either way, you’re cranky.”

"It's hard not to be cranky when there's a meal right in front of me and I can't indulge."

"Quit threatening to eat me. I get the point, it's just weird.”

His thick tongue flicks out and runs across those glimmering teeth and he just smiles. "Who said anything about eating?"

“Give it a rest.”

He swipes a small amount of water at you with his thumb and forefinger. "Deny it all you'd like, you enjoy the attention."

"Definitely. I love being the first human to be hit on by the world's first mermaid fuckboy."

A hybrid mix of a groan and a growl rumbles from his chest. "I'm not a fucking mermaid!"

"Oh, sorry!" The sarcasm is palpable, and he scowls at you again. You love the fact he doesn't deny the secondary insult. "I meant merman."

"Don't insult me. As if your petty, unimaginative fairytales could even come close."

"You have a tail, you live underwater, and you're half human. Sounds pretty damn close to me."

The look on his face is as if you just forced him to swallow something extraordinarily disgusting. "You have no idea what I'm capable of. And I'm not half human. You're half us."

Now that takes you off guard.

“What did you say? What do you mean?”

"It doesn't matter." He pushes himself away from the rocks, his tail slightly flapping above the surface. "Besides, you were right. I am hungry. I should probably find something to eat for tonight, unless you’ve changed your mind." He doesn’t bother waiting for you to retort before skillfully diving down back beneath the waves.

You want to stop him, but he’s gone before you can think of a creative way to say ‘hell no’. The slight dash of silver hair makes out towards the horizon and before long, he's gone. As always, he leaves you feeling more frustrated than anything.

You want to stay, to enjoy the ocean like you used to before he barged his way into your life, but it all just feels too strange now. He won't return tonight, you know that much.

Heaving yourself off your asleep butt, you begin your bowlegged walk back to civilization, left with nothing but the ache of a cramp in your hips and a strangely heavy feeling in your gut.

#Shigaraki x Reader #Shigaraki Tomura #Come Down to the Black Sea #See warnings up top

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angst-fairygodmother · 4 years ago

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Dreams (Oliver Sway x Reader)

A/N: I wasn’t going to write Ollie. In fact I was so sure, that I deleted this request after deciding that neither of the Nikolai prompts moved me. But luckily I had a screenshot, because I couldn’t stop thinking about the Ollie one. It was too perfect not to write. Word Count: 2036 Rating: G - I’m pretty sure this one is warningless, other than references to nightmares and references to The Song of Sway Lake.

Like many from the area, you had grown up hearing stories of the mighty Sways and their dominion over the lake. But you had never met one, almost believing them some story told just to increase the romantic draw of the area. Until the day Oliver and his friend stopped into your bookshop.

It was raining pretty heavily outside, the kind of days where locals stay home and tourists leave, driving out of town and off to museums and malls. The shop was empty, almost sleepy, and you were in the back fixing a cup of coffee to keep yourself from napping on the front desk when you heard the door chime. With a sigh, you put on your best customer service face and walked out.

“Hi, welcome to the Papermill,” you called before you had even fully circled the stacks. “I’m Y/N, I’ll be right with you.”

The two boys dripping on your welcome mat looked about your own age. One, tall with curly hair and blue button-up plastered to his skin, grinned at you, shamelessly looking you over. The other, long hair practically a matted mess, looked more sheepish, tugging at the ends of his shirtsleeves.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “We were just...out running errands for my grandmother and it started pouring. You were the closest place to duck into.”

“Oleg, you cannot tell a beautiful girl that,” his friend said, his accent shocking you. You were used to tourists, sure, but never one from...so far away. “You must pretend that it was she alone that called you in.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, raising a challenging eyebrow. “Do you also pretend she’s deaf?”

The Russian shrugged, still grinning.

Your eyes fell back to meet the other boy (Oleg, or Ollie, apparently), actually feeling drawn the way his friend said he should pretend to be, and your smile softened.

“I don’t mind being a refuge,” you said.

He looked startled, blue eyes widening.

“From the rain, I mean,” you rushed to clarify. “Actually, I think I’ve got a couple towels in the back, for emergencies. Let me grab them.”

You scurried back off, feeling flustered, before they could answer.

“You Americans, always so courteous,” the Russian said as you practically tossed an old, striped beach towel at him.

“Actually, I just don’t want you ruining my livelihood.”

You turned, holding out the other to Ollie, fingers brushing together as you passed it over, and he gave you a small smile.

“Once you don’t look like drowned rats, you’re free to look around,” you shrugged. “Or...there’s some chairs and stuff in the biography section if you want to just sit somewhere to wait things out.”

“Will you sit with us?” Ollie blurted out, surprising all three of you.

“Oh. Um…” you bit your lip. You wanted to, but you really should be working. Then again, there wasn’t likely to be any other customers. “Sure, I can do that, for a bit at least. Do y’all uh...coffee?” you gestured a thumb over your shoulder, as if that explained anything.

His friend glanced between you with a raised eyebrow and a devilish smirk before shaking his head and wandering off toward the back, where you didn’t feel like pointing out he’d mostly find children’s books.

Over the next hour, as the storm increased in intensity and rattled the windows, you found yourself falling into easy conversation with Ollie while Nikolai prowled the stacks. You suspected the odd Russian was up to something, but were surprised to find that you didn’t care as much as you probably should.

“You know,” you said eventually, shifting the way you were sitting with your knees tucked up under you, leaning closer to Ollie in the next chair, “I feel like I know you…”

“Well, it’s been a long time but my grandmother owns a place on the lake, and I sort of grew up here, it’s just been a while since I’ve been back,” he said reluctantly, as if he were somehow ashamed of his background.

“Oh!” you were surprised, expecting at most that he was a seasonal visitor. There hadn’t been that many other kids around growing up, so you started racking your brain for who he might be.

“Yes,” Nikolai piped in from somewhere in what you hazarded a guess was the science-fiction section. “Don’t you know? He is a Sway.” The pronouncement was made with the same level of gravitas and pomp as one might announce that someone was the king of Spain.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Like, your name is attached to the lake, Sway?”

Ollie was tugging uncomfortably at his sleeves again, like he was trying to disappear within his sweater. “It's no big deal.”

You studied him for a moment. He seemed somehow both proud and ashamed of his heritage, and uncomfortable talking about it. You already liked this boy a lot, more already than you cared to admit. So despite your questions, you shrugged.

“Cool,” you said casually, changing the subject back to music, where he seemed like he shined and you were content to sit back and just listen.

Before you knew it, you had whiled away the entire afternoon and the weather was finally letting up. You were reluctant to say goodbye to Oliver and found yourself impulsively giving him a hug before he left.

Since then, he had seemed to find any excuse he could to come back. Sometimes Nikolai would come too, but as much as you enjoyed the company of the wild Russian, you preferred the quiet days when it was just you and Ollie. He was sweet, and pretty hilarious once he came out of his shell (or maybe stopped being overshadowed by larger personalities?)

Until one day he came into the shop, looking sullen and lost.

“Ollie?” you asked, circling the counter, frowning. “Are you alright?”

He shook his head, and your frown only deepened. Bending back over the counter, standing on your toes to do so, you dug around for something. Finding it, you slapped the “Be back soon” sign on the desk and led him over to your usual chairs.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, leaning over to take his hands.

He stared, unblinking, at you and the silence was starting to unnerve you.

“Oliver?” you lifted one of your hands to wave in front of him. “Hello? You’re starting to scare me…”

That seemed to finally shake him out of the odd funk he was in and he blinked owlishly.

“Sorry, I just...I had a weird dream last night,” he said slowly.

You nodded, tilting your head curiously. In all your long conversations, his nightmares had come up a few times, and while they seemed more strange than sinister to you, you understood how much the loss of his father haunted him, sometimes it seemed quite literally. He confessed that he’d hoped that finding the record would quiet his father’s spirit, and that the longer he struggled to do so, the worse the dreams had been getting, to the point where there were nights he woke up more tired than he’d gone to bed. So you understood, to a degree, why he might look haggard, but this seemed different. You waited patiently for him to go on.

“It wasn’t about my dad this time,” he explained.

His eyes drifted down to your still joined hands, and your face heated guiltily.

“Sorry, I wasn’t...I just...I thought...I’ll…” you stammered, finding yourself at a total loss for how to explain why your instinct had been to comfort him with physical touch.

You moved to pull your hands back, thinking he was upset by the contact, but he curled his own around you to stop you. You made a small noise of confusion, but relaxed back into it.

“So, if it wasn’t about your dad, what was your dream about that has you so...off-kilter?”

“I was leaving the lake, alone, and then I kept seeing a face everywhere.”

“Like a creepy serial killer's face?”

He shook his head, hair swinging across his face as he moved, and you itched to reach out and comb it back.

“No, it was like I was trying to catch up to someone, or find them.”

“And did you? Or at least figure out who it was?”

He shifted nervously. “It was...you.”

“What?” your heart was racing, and you frowned, almost not believing what Ollie was saying.

“I dreamt about you last night, Y/N.” He seemed stunned, almost awed, as he said the words out loud, blue eyes wide and watching you for a reaction.

You felt rooted in your chair, mouth falling open in shock. Your eyes flickered over his face, so open and earnest that it almost hurt.

“Ollie…” you breathed, more because you felt like you needed to say something than because you had any clue what to say.

It would have been one hell of a pickup line, if it had been said by a stranger at a bar, or with the kind of cocky charm that Nikolai oozed, or in almost any context but this one. Now it felt intense and a little bit frightening, because you knew Ollie and you knew how much stock he placed in dreams and all the possible meanings of him telling you this were...a lot. But you didn’t necessarily want to pull away, and you certainly didn’t want to run. You just wanted your mind to process it all.

“I can’t remember the last time I had a good dream, and this one wasn’t great, because I was still alone and feeling like I was always a few seconds too late, but it wasn’t a nightmare, and I didn’t wake up in a cold sweat,” he carried on, trying to explain more, or rationalize, or something.

The sound of a bell disturbed your thoughts, as one of the old tourist bitties that had been slowly perusing tapped it repeatedly, demanding you return to work immediately to serve her.

“If you want, we’ve got some stuff about dream interpretation in the Spiritual section,” you suggested as you got up to return to work.

About halfway across the shop, you turned back to flash him a wink. “But I’ve got a pretty good guess what this one meant, without needing a guide.”

Intense and a little weird or not, you liked Ollie a lot. If he was really dreaming about you, or pretending he was, you’d play along, and maybe something would move forward, or at least a door would open so you could make a move.

He shot up from his chair and trailed you back to the counter. As soon as the lady was out of the way, a bag of rather scandalous romance novels in her arms, he leaned his elbows on the tall wooden surface, pretty far into your space. Normally such an action would have annoyed you, but strangely, because it was him, you didn’t mind so much.

“What does it mean then, Y/N?” he asked, a curious expression on his face, his eyes betraying a hint of teasing that you were pleasantly surprised to see.

You rolled your eyes, leaning your chin in your hand and tilting your head to look at him.

“Are you ever going to ask me out, Ollie?”

He rocked backwards, stunned by your bluntness after so long dancing around each other.

“Or are you going to keep waiting, find your treasure, and leave, regretting that you never shot your shot?”

“How about dinner then?” he asked hurriedly. “Tonight?”

You leaned closer, as if you were going to kiss him, and smiled at his sharp intake of breath. “Sounds perfect. But make sure Nikolai knows he’s not invited.”

“What? Why would you even--” he trailed off as you nodded your head to where the Russian was smirking at you both through the display window, flashing Ollie an approving gesture when he caught your gaze.

Ollie groaned, rolling his entire head dramatically, and you pressed your hand over your mouth to hold back a laugh.

“I’ll see you at seven, Sway,” you teased. “But for now, shoo, I’ve got more customers.”

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Taglist: @misskittysmagicportal (I doubt I’m going to write this character again, but let me know if you want to be tagged if I do)

#everyone else: I write for these Robert Sheehan characters #me: I write for...their best friends?#(this is not a dig at anyone but myself. For constantly falling into a predictable pattern of behavior like I don't expect it)#I should write an Alfie x Reader fic (since I sure as heck aint writing Malachy) and just round it out #fuck. I said it. Now it’s gonna happen...#anyway...enjoy!#Oliver Sway x Reader #Song of Sway Lake fic #fluff

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converse-luke · 4 years ago

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Sofas in Studios

A/N: this is all @sexgodashton fault for bringing up this fucking prompt. also i wrote this very late at night and cant be bothered to edit it so if there are mistakes thats why. there is also no plot. its just smut.

Warnings: sub!luke, double sided dildo, recording sex on a microphone, teasing, just a tad of overstimulation

When you peered in the doorway Luke was still working in the new studio. His electric eyes were focused on the screen of his laptop, not noticing your entrance. You quietly closed the door and locked it. Luke huffed and tipped his cheek into the palm of his hand while you slipped your surprise onto the coffee table behind him. He scanned over the audio tracks in front of him before saving and closing out of the project.

Luke went to push away from the desk but you placed your hands over his broad shoulders. He jumped in surprise but sunk back into his chair. “Hey handsome, I think you deserve a break.” You lifted a hand to run it through Luke’s hair while your other rubbed slow circles into his shoulder.

“I’m not done yet though.” You dropped your hand from his hair, massaging his shoulders gently.

“You’ve been working all day love, time for a short break.” Luke went to protest but stopped short when your hands slid down his chest and your head on his shoulder. “I think you need to relax a little.” Slowly, you tugged the hem of his teeshirt, only pulling it above his belly button. “What do you say baby, can I help you relax?” His head turned towards you, your lips sliding together in a dulcet kiss. When you pulled away you could see a soft blush dusting his cheeks. He only nodded before you took his shirt off completely.

You stretched forward, creating a new recording and smirking down at Luke. “For when you get lonely on tour.” He groaned softly as you pressed record.

Luke let you push him to the blue couch, his thin fingers working on the tie of his gym shorts. You let him step out of his shorts and boxers before shoving him to the couch. His eyes watched eagerly as you stripped. They widened when you stepped into a harness and shimmied it up your legs. He watched as you slid part of the double-sided dildo into your sex, a short moan escaping your lips. “Fuck,” Luke gasped out as his cock twitched in interest.

His legs spread as you climbed onto the couch and grabbed the bottle of lube you left on the coffee table. Luke wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping himself as you slid two fingers inside him. You fingered him open slowly, not speeding up when Luke began to softly plead for more. His cock was fully erect against his stomach, leaking precum when you angled your fingers against his prostate. “Please just fuck me.” Luke groaned when you removed your fingers.

“No need to beg love, I’m going to fuck you.” You lubed up the dildo and slowly slid into him. High pitched moans left Luke until he adjusted to the toy. “You ready for the surprise?”

“Surprise?” Luke’s eyes widened when they met the small remote in your hand. You clicked the button, moaning when the toy began to vibrate. Your hands grabbed at Luke’s hips and you slowly thrusted. His eyes screwed shut as you fucked him, biting his lip to keep his moans in.

You let him get away with it for a little while, the microphone only picking up the sounds of your skin hitting his and your moans. The button of the remote clicked and the vibrator picked up the pace. Luke’s eyes snapped open as a loud moan escaped him. You spread his thighs, letting one of his legs fall off the blue couch. The slight change in angle made him whimper in pleasure. Luke sat up, pulling you so your lips met while you fucked him. You tugged on his curls, eliciting small moans and whines. His hips jerked to meet your thrusts until you forced him to still. “I want you ass up face down.” You pulled out of him, lightly smacking his thigh when he didn’t move.

Luke’s ass was too perfect not to spank, you had to slap it once he was in the position you wanted. He let out a startled moan, letting out a few more when you spanked him repeatedly. You lined the dildo up with Luke’s hole and slowly pushed in. His hands gripped at the couch cushion while he moaned against the purple patterned pillows. You turned the vibe up again and quickly fucked him. The intensity of the toy made Luke whine out, “fuck, harder.” You complied, grabbing his hips so you could give Luke exactly what he wanted. The both of you moaned at the sensation of the double-sided vibrator but Luke was closer.

“You wanna cum baby?” He nodded against the pillow and screwed his eyes shut when the toy brushed against his prostate. You changed angles, experimentally thrusting, smirking in satisfaction when Luke shuddered at the pleasure. “Go ahead then baby, make a mess all over your pretty blue couch.” You clicked the remote up two more times, taking a moment to moan and adjust to the speed of the toy before fucking into Luke again. Every quick thrust you made sure to hit his prostate. Luke wasn’t holding his moans back anymore, small pleas to make him cum falling out between his whines and gasps. You grabbed at his cock, jerking him off until Luke was cumming against the couch. He took in a shuddering breath, whining in oversensitivity when you kept fucking him. “I haven’t cum yet love, and we’re not stopping until I do.”

Luke let out a moan, legs quivering when you turned the vibe up more. “Or maybe I’ll make you cum again after I get my orgasm.” You draped yourself over his broad back to whisper in his ear. “Think you can handle that baby? Can you handle another orgasm?” Luke only moaned in response, getting louder when you pinched one of his nipples between your fingers. “Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum.” You sped up your pace, pounding into him until you reached your high.

When you came down from the euphoria you turned the vibe down to a low buzz. You grabbed a cushion from the couch and put it under Luke’s hips. “Go ahead and grind on that while I fuck you.” Luke adjusted himself before rutting his hips forward. He buried his head in his pillow and moaned at the pleasure. You went slower, enjoying the tortured moans Luke let out when you refused to speed up. He grinded down on the pillow and back on the fake cock as quickly as he could. You couldn’t help but laugh when he whined when you held his hips still. “We’re going my pace baby boy.” Just to tease him you quickly thrusted in and out of him a few times before returning to a slow pace. His hips still rutted forward every so often to get friction against the couch cushion. The soft vibrations and slow pace were driving him crazy with need. You squeezed his hips as he let out another broken plea to speed up. Instead you let the vibrator increase in speed and kept at your slow pace. Luke shuddered and moaned, voice cracking. His hips thrust into the couch cushion desperately until he came all over the fabric.

You turned the toy off and pulled out, taking the harness off and letting it drop to the floor. Luke rolled onto his back, kicking the couch cushion to the floor. He went to pull you into a cuddle but you stood, striding over to his desk. You ignored the pout you knew was on his face as you stopped the recording. Luke smiled widely when you returned and quickly cuddled up to you, refusing to let go. He was getting sleepy, two orgasms sapping his energy but Luke was fighting sleep. His eyes fluttered closed only for them to jerk open. Luke finally drifted off when your hands stroked his hair and your lips pressed gentle kisses to his forehead. You decided you’d tell him that you’d have to get his new couch cleaned after his nap.

#converse-luke works #converse-luke blurbs #luke hemmings blurb #Luke Hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings smut #lh smut #sub!luke #sub!sos #5sos smut #5sos fanfic

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yourfavaromlm · 4 years ago

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*smacks hands repeatedly on table*

ok SO

i have a squish and i am so FUCKING in love with them it kills me

i want to hold their hand and go on long walks and splash each other in a pool and cuddle watching a movie and look at the stars and just

AGH

i am very queer

and ive been avoiding even acknowledging i get squishes and its been easier bc theyre rare for me but im,,, i love them and i need somewhere to talk about it!!!

so ill be like,,, reblogging shit about platonic attraction too bc my aro ass is so sleepy and full of love

if that bothers you and its not what youre Here For, then just slap the unfollow button, idfc, just dont like,, harass me or anything im a sensitive bastard

anyway

aspec exclusionists do not fucking touch this post or i will throw something at you

#squishes #platonic crush #anyway i sleepy and i just got off a video chat with them an hour or so ago #vid #aaaaaaaa

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saysomethingspiderman · 5 years ago

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Something Wonderful (PT.7)

Synopsis: During your time as a professional photographer, you had come across incredibly good looking men, but there was just something about Tom that stood out. Who would have thought shooting the self-titled “walking meme” would change your life forever?

Chapter word count: 4.7k

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Part Seven // Part Eight

It didn’t occur to you that you’d both fallen asleep until the light from the morning sun woke you up. With a small groan, you reached down and pulled the duvet up over your head to shield yourself from the unpleasant awakening. As you lay there, Tom’s arm hanging lazily over your waist, you couldn’t ignore the slight aching pain between your legs. Boy, had last night been good but the ache reminded you just how long it had been. The toys in your bedside table had never been used more in the last year, let’s just say that. When there was a slight shuffle and a yawn from behind, you turned over and pushed the duvet down a little; being almost blinded by the sun was worth it to see Tom’s sleepy morning face.

“Remind me to close the curtains next time,” Tom said with a small chuckle, his voice thick and raspy from sleep. He rubbed his eyes and looked over at you with a smile, taking in your messy hair and small marks his lips had left on your neck the night before. “You, my darling, are beautiful.” With a cheeky grin, he reached over and pulled you closer. His lips met yours, instantly waking you up. He pressed himself against you, rubbing his morning erection against your thigh.

“I don’t think I can go another round just yet,” you murmured against his lips, though wanted to do nothing more than pin him down and fuck him into the mattress. “I’m a bit sore.”

After another gentle kiss, he pulled away and slapped your bum lightly. “Alright, how about some breakfast?” he asked as he moved to get out of bed. He shoved on a pair of boxers and tossed you one of his t-shirts. “I’ve no idea what we’ve got left in,” he said, leading you out the bedroom after you put some of his boxers on too. “Harrison usually does the food shop… I should probably check when he’s back from his holiday actually,” he murmured, mostly to himself.

Since you’d been spending more time at Tom’s place, the two of you often ordered food instead of cooking. It was a lot easier and, truth be told, you both got lazy after a long day of work. There were basics you’d pick up from the local shop but as you both looked through the cupboards and fridge, you came to the realisation that there hadn’t been much in for a long time.

“Okay, so we’ve got a few sausages, cereal and… Ah ha, one slice of bacon!” Tom said, pulling it from the fridge with a proud look on his face. Seeing your frown, he burst out laughing and shook his head. “Okay, we’ll just use this up and then go for something proper to eat. And we’ll go shopping,” he added, reading your mind.

While Tom got started on the bacon and sausages, you flicked the kettle on and made a cup of tea for each of you. As you sipped the hot drink, you leaned back against the island and watched Tom move around the kitchen, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. The muscles on his back were glorious but the angry red scratches across his shoulders and spine made your cheeks flame. Either they weren’t sore or they didn’t bother him because Tom didn’t seem to think about the large marks as he quietly hummed an old cartoon theme tune to himself.

“There better be enough for me.”

The voice came from behind and you quickly turned to see a tall, sandy haired young man around the same age as Tom stood leaning back against the table with a cocky smirk plastered across his face. He crossed his arms over his chest and raised a brow, looking between the two of you with a glint in his eye, clearly trying his hardest to hold in his laugh. You pulled at the end of the t-shirt you were wearing, trying to cover yourself a little bit more, and did your best to ignore how hot your face suddenly felt. This wasn’t exactly how you’d imagined meeting Tom’s best friend for the first time.

“Fuck sake, Harrison, I thought you weren’t back until the end of the week,” Tom said with an awkard chuckle and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up at the back.

“Nope. Got back last night,” Harrison replied, letting out the laugh he’d been holding. “Didn’t you see my suitcase at the door when you got back?”

There was a pause from Tom and then he mumbled, “Must have missed it. I was… Distracted.”

“Oh, I’m well aware,” he snorted and moved over to the fridge. He took out the carton of milk and drank a large gulp. “Next time, try to remember my bedroom’s right next to yours.”

Tom dropped a sausage on the floor with a quiet thud. Tessa scurried over and headed straight for it, not caring that it was steaming with heat. Your face fell and your eyes widened in absolute horror at Harrison’s words.

The moans. The screams. The bloody headboard.

Christ.

He’d heard everything.

“Yeah, um, we’ll keep that in mind,” you managed to mutter because Tom seemed to have lost his voice, only able to clear his throat. After a pause, you gave Harrison a brief nod and then hurriedly left the room go grab some proper trousers from upstairs.

You took the time to brush the knots from your hair, spray some deodorant on and actually wash the makeup from your face. It was rare you slept with makeup on and the small spots already appearing under your skin along your jawline and chin reminded you exactly why you usually scrubbed your face clean of it. When you felt a little bit better about your appearance, you headed back down to join the boys in the kitchen. Tom’s cheeks were still tinted with pink when he gave you a smile. Seeing Harrison digging into some cereal at the table, you decided to join him with your plate, though noticeably there was one sausage short thanks to Tom’s clumsiness and Tessa’s quick reflexes.

“Don’t worry, I ended up putting my earphones in,” Harrison said through a mouthful of Cheerios, as though that would help with the situation.

With a shake of your head, you gave a soft laugh and shrugged a shoulder. “Well next time you have a girl over, you have permission to get us back,” you chuckled and covered your food sausages and bacon with ketchup.

“Oi, he’s way ahead of me in that game!” Tom argued playfully, taking the seat next to you.

“It’s a game now, is it?” Harrison asked with a raised brow. “I can guarantee I haven’t woken you up by repeatedly bashing my headboard against the wall.”

“Don’t hate the player,” Tom smirked and leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head.

“Alright, boys, I can practically taste the testosterone in here,” you said and rolled your eyes. “If you want, I can leave you both alone and you can sort through your issues between yourselves.”

Tom gave a light chuckle and placed his arm over the back of your chair, but you soon got up to properly get ready for the day. After shoving your plate in the dishwasher, you went back upstairs and had a long shower to get rid of the post-sex sweat that had dried on your skin. When you felt much fresher and smelled of Tom’s fancy soaps, you changed into some sweats and spotted your phone on the bedside table. The screen flashing with multiple messages caused a small frown between your brows. Who was messaging you so much? You didn’t have that many friends.

Olivia Mayfield 10m ago

AVOID TWITTER

Olivia Mayfield 13m ago

Hello???

Casey Piper 14m ago

Since when you were seeing TOM HOLLAND?

Amy Leung 17m ago

You look hot🔥

Amy Leung 17m ago

YOU’RE IN THE NEWS!

Olivia Mayfield 17m ago

Have you seen the Daily Mail?👀

Reading the texts made your stomach twist. The colour drained from your face. You’d been careful, hadn’t you? Well, you hadn’t gone out of your way to hide from people but there hadn’t been anyone with cameras to hide from. Oh don’t be ridiculous, you thought, everyone has a camera in their pocket these days. Going against Olivia’s advice, you went straight to Twitter and, ignoring the ridiculously large number of follow requests, you saw that Tom’s name was trending. You took a seat on the edge of the messy bed and clicked on the name to see hundreds of tweets. Some mentioned you, though a lot of them simply retweeted the same article from the Daily Mail or The Sun. Seeing a blurred photo of the two of you leaving the restaurant hand in hand made you click on one of them despite knowing it was best to steer clear of these types of things.

Tom Holland Heads out With Mystery Woman at London Hot Spot

Hollywood heart-throb Tom Holland was seen holding hands with a mystery woman on Thursday night while leaving Marylebone’s Chiltern Firehouse. The two were spotted walking outside the restaurant looking loved up after a romantic date in one of London’s celebrity hot spots. The Spider-Man star, 23, looked delighted as he spent time with his companion, and could be seen wrapping an arm around her shoulders while they chatted and moved onto one of the many cocktail bars in the area. The woman wore a silk, mid-length green dress, leaving little to the imagination, while Tom kept things cool with a short-sleeved button up shirt and checkered trousers.

A source for the Daily Mail told us the couple could barely keep their hands off each other and headed back to Tom’s home in Kingston upon Thames once the night came to an end.

His outing comes after sources exclusively tell us he is still hung up on ex-girlfriend Zendaya:

‘They dated for a couple of years and it’s hard to get over someone like that,’ our source says, ‘He’s still pining [for Zendaya] and will do anything he can to get over her. It’s hard for him to see she’s moved on so quickly.’

The Daily Mail has reached out to Tom’s representatives for comment.

Throughout the article, there were multiple photos of you and Tom outside the restaurant, just laughing with each other as you walked to your next destination. The photos were blurry, either taken from far away or snapped quickly on someone’s phone, but they were clear enough to make out your face. How had people found out your name? Even the writer of the trashy article hadn’t found that out. Closing the page, you planned on leaving it at that but you couldn’t help scroll through the tweets; words such as ‘ugly’, ‘fat’, ‘fake’ and ‘pig’ were just some of the many that stuck out. Of course, there were nice messages but those weren’t the ones you cared about. How could you listen to those people when there were others telling you things you sometimes thought about yourself? Surely you were supposed to listen to those ones who were speaking the harsh truth?

With an almost inaudible sigh, you took the plunge and chanced a look at Instagram. As expected, you had hundreds of new followers on your public work page as well as countless requests on your private one. You assumed people had found you by searching through the people Tom followed. You ignored the requests and looked at the comments on your most recent public posts. It was all pretty much the same. The nice comments were drowned out by the ones aiming to destroy not only your relationship with Tom but also what confidence you had left in yourself. Did these people really think it was okay to send such disgusting messages?

You weren’t sure how long you sat there scrolling through Instagram and Twitter but you guessed it was quite a while when a hand appeared in front of your face, waving wildly. With a jump, you locked your phone and looked up to see Tom’s confused face.

“You okay, darling?” he asked. “I’ve just said your name about a hundred times.”

“Oh, you did? Oh. Right. Uh, yeah, yeah, fine, just in my own little world,” you replied, voice at a slightly higher pitch than usual. You cleared your throat. “Just replying to some texts, is all.”

“Nothing to do with certain pictures that were taken last night?” he asked after a small hesitation, then gave a smile when the sudden drop of your shoulders gave him the answer he already knew. With a heavy sigh, Tom took a seat next to you on the bed and placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing gently. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t expect anyone to be there taking pictures.”

“S’not your fault,” you muttered, only half listening to what he was saying. The names people on Twitter called you were too busy making their way to the front of your mind, overpowering Tom’s apology. There was a huge temptation to show him what was being said and let him say something to his fans but how much help would that be?

“Well I still should have known better, [Y/N]. Hey, look at me,” he said softly and took your face in his hands, tilting it towards him. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’m really sorry about the pictures. I’ve learnt from experience it’s best to just not say anything. They’ll be old news by tomorrow.” He offered you a smile which you returned. “At least no one knows who you are.”

Ah, so he had yet to see people’s comments. He must have just skimmed over the article or been told about it by Harrison or maybe his agent. There was no way you were going to tell him about the things people were saying to you, both on your Instagram comments and private messages. He didn’t need to worry about that. Like he said, it was best to ignore the whole situation.

Easier said than done.

“Yeah, I just wasn’t expecting our relationship to be found out so soon,” you said and leaned your head against his shoulder. His arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer to his chest. “Next time we go out we’ll be more careful.”

“But that’s not what I want, darling,” Tom sighed and gave your forehead another kiss. “I don’t want to have to keep a lookout whenever we go out. Look, if you want I can say something or we can sort something out to stop people taking your photo.”

You shook your head quickly, seeing how torn he felt about the situation, worried about how you’d react. “No, no, it’s not that bad. I think it’s just because I’m not used to being in front of the camera, it’s usually me taking the photos and I’m one of the good guys who gets the model’s permission,” you said, forcing a light chuckle. “Seriously, Tom, it’s fine. I’m fine. I just wasn’t expecting it, is all.”

Tom looked at you for a moment, wanting to see if there was anything you weren’t telling him, and when he decided you really were okay, he gave your lips a kiss and your hip a squeeze and went on his way back downstairs. The second you heard his feet touch the wooden floor at the bottom of the stairs, your shoulders dropped and you glanced over at your phone. How bad would it be to have another look at what people were saying? Before you could even give yourself the chance to answer that question, you shoved your phone into your bag without answering any of your friends’ text messages and followed Tom.

Just as Tom had assured you, the news quickly became old and was soon overtaken by a huge story of a cheating scandal within the cast of The Only Way Is Essex - something of which you had no interest in and couldn’t see why others were eager to read about it. Despite the news dying down and the comments on your social media eventually settling, you were still nervous about going out in public with Tom. For the first few days, the two of you stayed local on walks with Tessa, but as Tom’s promotion for Far From Home came to an end the following weekend and the celebration meal drew closer, you started getting more nervous. It was something you pushed yourself to attend; what use was hiding away and ruining the relationship? Attracting attention was all part of the package that came with being with Tom.

Due to his schedule for the last day, it was agreed that you’d meet Tom after his final interview and you’d go to the restaurant from there. Although the nerves had fully kicked in, you were incredibly excited to meet his cast mates. From what Tom had told you about them all, they were a great bunch. You’d watched some interviews and recently listened to him and Jake live on Radio 1, which had you completely belly laughing, so meeting them all in person made you just that little bit extra anxious.

“Do you think I’m thinking too much about the whole press situation?”

The question came out as a whisper but it was enough for Olivia to hear. She looked up from the couch to see you stood in the doorway to your bedroom, dressed and ready to go. With a small groan, Olivia pushed herself up from the couch to look at you properly and looked you up and down. “If I wasn’t taken, I’d definitely be trying to get you to bed,” she smirked, making you roll your eyes. “But to answer your question, I dunno. I mean, you haven’t exactly been the most vocal about the whole situation.”

You supposed she was right. Whenever it was brought up, you tended to bring out the inner teenager out in you and just give a grunt in response.

“I just don’t want to get enough attention from the press or his fans - especially his fans - for it to affect our relationship,” you replied and brushed a piece of straightened hair behind your ear.

“The only way it’ll do that is if you let it,” Olivia said and you instantly knew she was right. Of course she was right. “I’m no relationship expert but if you want to make it work, then you put the effort in to ignore all the crap people are saying.”

Olivia was the only one who you’d shown the private messages people had sent; you’d been too scared of Tom’s reaction to let him see. Even though you knew you were overthinking things, a part of you worried that if Tom read the messages, he’d realise the relationship wasn’t worth the hassle and leave you be. Ridiculous, right?

“Just go out and let your hair down,” she continued with a big grin. “Tom’s lucky to have someone so hot.”

“Oh please, it’s not all about looks, you know,” you told her, trying to sound stern but couldn’t hide the smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

“What can I say? I’m vain,” she laughed and grabbed your keys from under a magazine on the coffee table, tossing them to you as you hurried out to the Uber waiting outside.

As the car drove off, you thought about Olivia’s words. She was right. One hundred percent right. Although it was difficult, you knew you had to just move on and get over your relationship being known. Thinking about it, you knew it was stupid to get so hung up about a few photos and (more than) a handful of death threats sent from Tom’s so called fans. You knew this kind of reaction was common when it came to people in the public eye, you just never expected to be in the receiving end of it.

When you pulled up outside the studio, Tom was already standing there waiting. His face lit up when you got out of the car and he wasted no time giving you a kiss. “You, my perfect girlfriend, are looking gorgeous,” he grinned, still in a high state from his interview. He grabbed your hips and pulled you close. “I’ve missed you.”

“You saw me last night, “ you snorted and moved your hands from his chest to wrap around his neck.

“And?”

“And you can survive a day without me, I’m sure.”

“You know what? I don’t think I can.”

With another kiss, Tom slapped your bum lightly and then took your hand to start leading you down the street.

“Hey, hey, slow down!” she laughed, struggling to keep up with his quick pace. “Some of us are wearing heels, you know.”

“And whose fault is that?” came his laugh of a reply, looking back over his shoulder at you hurrying in your boots. “We’re only going around the corner and then you can have a drink. Anyway, why do women wear those things if they hurt?”

“Because they make us look good,” you shrugged and continued to wince with each step until you got to the restaurant the Far From Home team had booked out for the rest of the night, meaning everyone had the privacy to fully relax and enjoy the night.

The first person you spotted was Zendaya. All it took was one look at the tall young woman to instantly make you feel like a troll. She was absolutely beautiful. No wonder Tom used to have a crush on her. Who could blame him? Zendaya noticed the two of you and put down her drink to rush over, immediately pulling you into a friendly hug.

“I’m a hugger,” she laughed and gave a squeeze, then pulled back to give Tom a light punch on the arm. “It’s about time Tom showed you off! You’re all he talks about.”

“Not all I talk about,” Tom muttered, cheeks turning a faint pink.

“Alright, the only time he shuts up is when he’s being asked questions with a camera pointed at him,” she clarified with another laugh and he rolled his eyes. “Other than that, you’re definitely a hot topic.”

Before Zendaya could embarrass him anymore, Tom dragged you off to meet the rest of the cast. There were a few teasing comments here and there about how much he talked about you, but after a drink Tom seemed to just embrace them and give up denying it. The food was served and quickly demolished, then everyone seemed to focus on getting drunk. You made the rounds again, the few cocktails you’d had giving you the confidence to talk to pretty much everyone. Tom stayed by your side with his hand either in yours or around your waist or on your bum. He laughed at your jokes and you at his; your happiness radiated off one another. Jake was exactly as you’d imagined, if not more wonderfully weird. The friendship that had grown between him and Tom was brilliant to see and a part of you even grew slightly jealous of their closeness.

Someone had managed to get a karaoke set up in the corner of the room and you definitely weren’t one to back down from fighting for the title of Queen of Karaoke. Jacob and Zendaya had their go at OutKast’s “Hey Ya!”, which pretty much had you on the floor laughing. When it came to your turn, you took off your boots to show how serious you were taking this, and dragged Tom up too. There were cheers and whistles. Jake picked your song and within seconds you recognised it as “Dancing Queen”. Your head fell back in laughter. Tom handed you a microphone and the two of you belted out the lyrics, not a single one of them in key. You moved across the makeshift stage to show off your moves. Tom even attempted to do the robot at one point, clearly showing off his wide range of dance skills. When the song came to an end, you both joined in with the cheering and Tom pulled you in for a kiss.

“If I was sober,” he said with a little snigger, “I’d kill you for that.”

The end of the night arrived far sooner than you would have liked. Tom tried his best to get one more round of drinks, giggling away to the waitress as he was repeatedly denied any more.

“But it’s for Spider-Man,” he hiccuped and struggled to stop swaying on the spot. He frowned a little as he tried to focus on the waitress, his vision slightly blurred from the amount of alcohol he’d had. “And for Myst… Misty…” He looked back over to Jake and waved a hand in his general direction. “That one.”

“I think someone’s had a little bit too much to drink,” you giggled and took a hold of Tom’s hand to pull him back towards the table where near enough everyone seemed to be saying their goodbyes.

Tom looked down at you, eyes sparkling. “Hello, you,” he said with a grin as though it was the first time he’d seen you all night and hadn’t in fact left your side just minutes earlier. “I miss you.”

“I’m right here,” you laughed and reached up to give the tip of his nose a light poke.

“Not close enough,” he grumbled before pulling you right into him, smushing your face against his chest. He left a wet kiss on the top of your head.

“Any closer and I’d suffocate, babe,” you managed to say, voice muffled from his shirt. You gently pushed against him and moved away. The pout on his lips made you smile. “I think it’s time we head home, yeah?”

Farewell hugs and kisses were made on your way out of the restaurant and you quickly hailed a taxi to take you back to your place as it was closer. Tom leaned into your side as the car drove, the streetlights adding a yellow glow to his face. He gave a big yawn and snuggled into you, and by the time the car came to a halt outside your flat, he was fast asleep and snoring into your shoulder.

“Come on, Tom, just walk about five metres and you’ll be inside and can get into a nice cosy-ish bed,” you said and shook the sleeping lump. All you got was a grunt in response. “Alright, you asked for it.” You took a chunk of his curly hair between your fingers and pulled. Tom jumped with a yelp and rubbed the back of his head. Before he had time to ask for an explanation, you forced him out of the car and, after saying a rushed thank you to the driver, dragged the drunken man into the flat.

The place was empty; Olivia tended to stay over at her girlfriend’s on the weekends. You could tell Tom was in no state to have even just a sip of water so you guided him towards the bedroom and he fell heavily on the bed.

“Throw up in here and you’ll be on the couch,” you warned, though weren’t sure how much attention he actually paid to your threat.

Tom attempted to kick off his shoes but gave up with a huff and curled up on top of the covers. Could he have looked more cute? You took a quick picture on your phone and then moved to take the shoes off for him, pulling at the laces to loosen them up. A mumble of incoherent words made you look up but Tom still had his eyes closed and his head buried in the pillow. You shook your head a little and chose to ignore it, brushing the words off as drunken nonsense. Then he spoke again. The words were quiet, only just audible, but you definitely heard them. Goosebumps spread across your arms and a faint smile appeared on your lips.

“Say that again,” you whispered and tossed his shoes to the corner of the room.

Tom rolled over onto his back and stretched out across the bed, taking up all the room. “I love you,” he mumbled and gave a soft snore.

You’d definitely never let him forget this.

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Plane Ride [M]

Here it is, the one you guys have been waiting for!

Character: Jinyoung x female oc

Genre: Smut

Warning : Plane sex, filthy talk.

Word counts : 3034 words

A/N: This piece is my first got7 and jinyoung smut. It has been revised and commented by my senior authors. I thank you guys for correcting me and gave me support to write it down.

Special thanks to : @prettywordsyouleft @itsallabigmess @jj-nyoung @fairygyeom @ahgase55g7 @riceeater22

Also, sorry for posting this later than I promised. My battery was out so I couldn’t post it. Anyways, enjoy!

Sequel : Drips [M]

I stir awake at the light coming from my right side, bugging my sleep. The whole cabin is dark except for his reading light. I stretch my arms, the male next to me realising that I'm awake.

"Hungry?" He asks as I land my sleepy eyes on him. I shake my head subtly and scan him. He has a book in his hand and his reading glasses on so he probably has difficulties to sleep. It's not an uncommon thing for Jinyoung. Being on tour a lot messes with his body clock so even if he wants to sleep, sometimes his body refuses.

"How many hours have we been flying?" I wince at my hoarse voice, my throat dried after sleeping for a few hours. "Three."

I give him a disapproving look. Three hours into flying and he still can't sleep?

"Why?" He knows what I refer to. It's the reason why he brings me on this tour. To make sure he gets enough rest and do something to make him feel tired and sleep. Sometimes Jinyoung got a sugar rush out of nowhere, probably infected by the maknaes and I had a very hard time trying to keep him on his toes.

He stares at me for a while before sighing. "I don't feel tired yet. What am I gonna do?" He pouts. God, big baby. But both of us know that he cannot sleep without being tired. It's like, his switch off button has been programmed with tired in it.

I stare at the flight ceiling, looking for things to do. Jinyoung on the other hand, settles to read again, knowing that I need time to think about what would make tire him on a flight. We are flying in a business class to Berlin, seated in pairs, separated from the others. It’s not like I can ask him to workout on the plane's floor.

Workout.

I tear my gaze from the ceiling, giving Jinyoung a look. He doesn't feel it, because he's immersed in reading. I bit my lower lip, I must be insane.

I shake my head, trying to get the idea out of my brain. But my eyes land on the walls separating us from other passengers and I sigh again. I try to land my eyes somewhere other than the wall but they reach my legs, which shows the spacious legroom around our seats.

Damn it.

I watch Jinyoung still immersed in his reading but my lower body is having an intense battle with my sanity. I have nowhere to stare now that I'm watching him reading by the window, in his glasses, looking hot and irresistible.

Fuck my sanity.

I remove my blanket and Jinyoung immediately drifts his attention to me, seeing that I'm getting up.

"Baby- oofff" his arms wraps around my waist when I slip into his space and climb myself on his lap, facing him. Amusement is totally written everywhere on his face, he rakes my flushed face and my thighs on either side of his laps and my core presses against his groin.

"Really?" He asks a little bit too amused. "What are you doing baby?" He runs his fingers along my curves and lets his hands sit on the curve of my ass.

I have my hand on his chest, hoping that he won't ask more questions. Me climbing on him is a giga action to show my clear intention. But of course, as a vocal person, he needs his girlfriend to talk in order for him to understand what is happening.

"We need to get you tired." I mutter, eyes everywhere but on him. He puts his book aside and takes off his glasses, smile too wide to be called a smile.

He rubs his temple, still amused that I climbed his lap in a flight where even a flight attendant can catch us. "Is this a kink you just developed? Having sex on a plane? Do you have a sex bucket list or what?"

"But we need to get you tired." I reason.

"By having sex?" I nod firmly. A laugh escapes from him, though he must say, it is an effective way to get him tired. "You are crazy." He leans forward to catch my lips, molding them with his own, sucking my breath out. I can feel him smiling against my lips, feeling giddy that I initiate the sex first. I run my nails, scratching his clothed chest as he roams his hand on my back. A few minutes of kissing to mask out growing desire, I feel myself grinding to his hard on.

Following me, his tongue licks my upper lip and I know he won't back out now. He sucks my lower lip, teeth nibbling while his hand runs along my ass. His hands feels hot against me but the beating of my heart is insane as I lay out different scene to be caught by others. He grabs a handful of my flesh and immediately groans against our lip-lock, slapping the cheeks in response. It's getting overwhelming. We haven't had sex since the tour started and now the feeling is too unbearable. I can feel his crotch gradually hardening beneath me as he squeezes my clothed ass repeatedly, earning a low moan from me.

Jinyoung stills at the sound of my moan, pulling away. I blink innocently as he stops abruptly, confused. He extends his arm to dim his reading light to the lowest, tapping my ass while he's dimming it.

"Take off your jeans." He mutters. I scramble to stand, taking off my jeans and underwear and discard it on my seat. Jinyoung on the other hand, unbuttoned his own, kicking it hurriedly before pulling me to sit on him again, both of us groaning at the lack of layers contact.

Jinyoung is breathing heavily as my bare pussy is pressed directly to his clothed member, the feeling of it completely messes his brain to keep quiet from moaning out loud.

He yanks me closer, tongue licking my exposed neck. I sigh loudly as he starts sucking on my collarbones, having a feeling that the love bite would be too obvious to be hidden. My breath hitches as Jinyoung's hand leaves my back, coming to the front to palm my breasts. The second his palms brush my nipples, I shiver in pure pleasure.

He stops marking when he feels my nipples perking at his touch, face appearing from my collarbone. "Why aren't you wearing your bra?"

He stares darkly, while his hand moves. He flicks them, toying while he takes them in his hand, squeezing it with a force, showing me how much he loves my breasts.

Oh he does. His actions leave me gasping as he twirls my nipples slowly in between his thumb and index finger. His eyes darken, waiting for my response. "I take it off before I sleep. It gets stuffy and you know I don't sleep with a bra," I gulp, answering him timidly. I'm not lying. But Jinyoung is possessive and he would flip a table if he knows I'm not wearing a bra in public.

"Oh god..." I slap my mouth as Jinyoung pinches the taut nipple, my core dripping with excitement. Jinyoung looks down, watching his boxer get stained by my juices.

"You like it that much?" He asks. "Look at your pussy." He taps on my clit to test while I jerk in surprise.

"Sensitive." He moves to unbutton my dress shirt which I stole from his wardrobe and reveals my bare body to his eyes. I'm sitting on him, shirt unbuttoned, resting next to my exposed breasts and my pussy continuously drips with juices as he scrutinizes me under his gaze.

I shut my eyes, not wanting to see his lustful gaze because I don't want to cum just by that.

For half a second, Jinyoung does nothing but stare but as I open my mouth to speak, I let out loud moan, my eyes shot open.

"Quiet, my love." He smiles cunningly, plunging two fingers in and out of my wet pussy. I arch my back, his fingers alone hitting spots inside me and when he pulls out, scraping my walls deliciously with his nails. He latches his mouth to my breast, sticking his tongue out to lick my areola teasingly.

"How am I doing baby?" I am breathless when he speaks, his lips still against my nipple. He sucks on it, tongue flicking my abused nipple and his teeth join by teething it like a baby.

"Oh god Jinyoung." He hums, moving to my other breast to do the same. "I'm your god huh?" I nod blindly, he can be my god. I'd worship him all my life. "So so gooddd," I moan.

"Ohhhh," I shudder, Jinyoung is adding his third finger inside me and it's getting so full down there. "Jinyoung. Don't stop. Please" I cry as my arms wrap around his neck, holding it dearly.

Occasional gasps start leaving my throat, getting louder each second. Jinyoung, having too much fun watching me spilling juices over his clothed dick, thrusts in faster and joins his thumb in the act.

I let out a long moan, Jinyoung's thumb flicking on my clit and I cannot stop but moaning. My hole clenches and unclenches around his fingers, the friction making it even more delicious as he pulls back and thrusts in. In a few seconds, I am a moaning mess and Jinyoung has his palm against my mouth to keep me quiet, but I take that as a leverage for me to moan louder.

Jinyoung's fingering is getting too much to handle, the squelching sound of my pussy is obviously audible to my ears. Jinyoung, sensing that I'm near when my walls grip his fingers tightly, holds my waist to support me.

"You need to cum, baby?" My toes are curling from the intensity of his fingering, yet I know he won't let me cum if I don't answer. I nod hurriedly, the pleasure building with every second.

"You sure?" I look directly into his eyes as his pupils are dilated from the excitement, darkening with lusts. "Yes, Jinyoung." I breathe. I feel my pussy sucking him in, getting ready for my orgasm to hit me.

"Yes. Yes. YES jinyoung," I mutter unconsciously, eyes closed.

Jinyoung stares darkly, his thumb still rubbing on my clit as I repeat his name, like a mantra.

"Jinyoung..Jinyoung...Jinyoung--" I moan loudly as it crashes upon me, toes curling and my body jerks in Jinyoung's hold. My walls throb deliciously around him as he continues to finger fuck me to ride out my orgasm. While my vision is white and my pussy is pounding loudly in my ears, I feel Jinyoung slipping his fingers out, knowing my oversensitive pussy.

Jinyoung waits for me to calm down from my high, his calloused hands palm my ass cheeks to soothe me down. When I finally has my vision, Jinyoung is staring down at my pussy, making a mess on his boxer. Not that he is complaining, his member is standing straight in his boxer, coated with my juice on top of the thin barrier.

"Wanna ride me, baby?" His voice makes my pussy clench with need, itching to be filled with his girth.

"Please."

Jinyoung slides his boxer down, his cock springing against his abs and showing how hard he has been from the start. Veins appear along his length and precum leaks from his bulbous head

"Can I go down-"

"No can do baby- ahhh." He moans when my hand reaches for his length. "Careful." He warns. "No. I might cum if you blow me."

My eyes shine immediately, which Jinyoung notices and glares down. He knows how I love to tease him but he has done a lot for my orgasm, the least I can do is to give him what he wants.

I raise myself, kneeling over Jinyoung's lap. Jinyoung hisses as my fingertips drag along his cock, positioning him at my hole.

He pulls me down slowly, entering my wet pussy with ease. When my heat hugs him tightly, he lets out a low growl, thrusting upward to feel more. Feeling needy and impatient, Jinyoung pulls me down abruptly. I yelp when my clit comes in contact with the base of his big cock, my jaw hangs open.

Jinyoung drops his head to my shoulder, breathing heavily. He is really really close to cumming. The feeling of my walls hugging his cock snugly is insane and he needs to start moving before he cums right there.

"Move, love." I clench my pussy, dragging my walls up his length. When only his tip remains inside me, I slam myself down, both Jinyoung and I moan from my action.

Gradually, I pick up my pace, riding Jinyoung up and down, the amazing feeling of his cock hitting every spot inside me sending chills to my spine. As I'm lost in my pleasure, I gasp as Jinyoung gets a hold of my ass cheeks and starts slamming me down to match his pace.

"You need to ride me hard, baby." He grunts impatiently. Every time I come down, he would twerk my ass around his cock before pulling me up again.

"Ooohhh, Jinyoung..." I squeeze my breasts, the tingling feeling is all over my body. Jinyoung's pace makes me bounce on his dick like a slut, my breasts jiggling with him.

"You look so beautiful." My wall clenches at his praise. "Being fucked like this."

Jinyoung grits his teeth, the throbbing of my wall is sending him to cloud nine. "You like that?" He breathe. "You like riding my cock on a plane?"

I whimper as his pace becomes unbearable and only get to nod at his dirty talk. "You'd like it if Jaebum hyung walk on us and see you bouncing on my cock yeah?"

He grunts again as my walls respond by constricting his meat. He is having difficulties to thrust when I distract him by clamping his cock tightly.

In a swift action, he swaps our position, my back lands on the leather seat and Jinyoung caged me effectively on both sides.

"You feel so good." He pounds into me, making me moan loudly before realising that people can definitely hear us. Jinyoung blindly picks up a small pillow and I press my face on it, moans spilling while Jinyoung rams his length in and out.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you're full of my cum." He whispers. I choke on my breath but he just laughs, his hands hooking my legs to give him more power to pound into my pussy mercilessly.

"You want people to hear us?"

"Gonna fuck your tight pussy until you scream so loud that our manager needs to check on you."

"And you're gonna be a good little girl, lying to him as I fuck you." He is growing more and more passionate to fuck me, the seat moving a little with his thrust.

"So," he grunts. "Fucking," I whimper at his speed, my orgasm is building for the second time. "Good."

"Does your little hole feel good baby?" Jinyoung, always greedy for compliment.

"Yes, Jinyoung. Yes, yes-- godd Jinyoung YES!" I shout into the pillow. Jinyoung is hitting the same delicious spot with every thrust and my legs are shaking with pleasure.

"Jinyoung!" I gasp. My orgasm is building and Jinyoung feels it too. He groans in pleasure as he feels my pussy become tighter with every thrust.

"Cum baby. Cum all over my cock." He reaches for my clit, rubbing it to aid me. "Cum like a good girl and then I'll fill you up until you're so full just from my cum."

I jerk underneath him, clamping his cock hard which makes him groan and I feel a spurt of cum spray inside me. Growing impatient, he decides that he needs to cum too, ramming his hard length inside at an inhumane speed. His cock rubs my clit repeatedly, overstimulating me in the process.

"Jinyoung!"

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he curses. His hips snap deliciously against my sensitive pussy and he moans, coming to a still with his cum spraying my inner walls. He jerks forward as my pussy clenches him, squeezing the last drop of his cum inside me.

Taking his breath, I reach over to move his hair out of his face, his forehead sweaty after doing a lot of workout. He smiles, presses a kiss to my forehead and sweeps me up, his length pressing deeper inside me which instantaneously makes both of us groan.

Turning around so he can sit in his seat again, I struggle to get off him, but he ignores me and pulls a blanket over my body, effectively hiding our connected part and my lower body. He buttons up my shirt, leaving the first three undone before patting his chest for me to rest.

"Let's stay like this. You're so warm and I like being inside you." He insists.

"You're mushy." I laugh. Jinyoung on the other hand, reaches for his reading light and turns it off.

"Come on baby. Let's cuddle and sleep." I snuggle to his chest, drowsiness starting to fill me.

I am already drifting to sleep when Jinyoung's phone vibrates in return, both of us startled at the incoming message. But Jinyoung palms my hair, gesturing me to continue sleeping as he reads the text.

Jaebum :

Do I have to remind you that this is a public flight and why the fuck do you guys think it's okay to moan loudly? How am I gonna take care of my problem?

Jinyoung grins. Of course Jaebum would hear them. His reading light was on too.

Jinyoung :

Next time, bring your girl on a tour and fuck on a plane. It's awesome hyung. Gotta do it again.

Jaebum :

You little piece of shit.

Satisfied riling his hyung up, he locks his phone, he shifts me to sit properly and checks that the blanket covers me entirely before closing his eyes, arms wrapped around my figure.

In his mind, he crosses out one of his bucket list.

Plane sex ✔

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Kissing Fire [pt. 11]

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x girlfriend (oc) Genre: cheater!AU, angst, smut Wordcount: 11.4k Warning: smut, lies, heartbreak and more lies and maybe fluff if you squint

Summary: It always feels like there is only one person in the world to love. And then you find somebody else.

a/n: I don’t condone cheating on your s.o., so please don’t read if you have a problem with this! (also I’m not saying this is something Jungkook would actually do!) **a/n: thank you for your patience, angels! 💗 It’s been a while and I hope anyone still reads this <3 (also idk what happened to the og upload but it was kinda weird -.-) I’m also dedicating this chapter to my sweet @struggleofarmy!!! You helped me so much and without you, I probably wouldn’t have finished it! thank you for everything! 💗 ily Warning chapter 11: none, it’s just an angsty mess!!! (profanities, maybe?)

Jungkook closed the microwave door on the leftover food; her eyes glued to his pretty face as his lips puckered into a kissy-shape, trying to set the temperature and the time before pressing the start button. He turned around, locking eyes with her. “We have exactly 3 minutes and 45 seconds.” He wiggled his brows but a strange feeling of embarrassment washed over her, making her cheeks flush that he caught her staring. “Noona, do I have something on my face?” Jungkook mused, mouth curving upwards into a smile. Shaking her head no, she hoped the color would soon disappear from her face. “So where were we before you said you were hungry?” He closed the distance between them quickly, trapping her between his body and the counter. The warmth that radiated off him as his face got closer and closer with every blink, made her feel all fuzzy as his fingertips gently trailed up her arms, over her shoulders and up her neck until he cupped her face. The pads of his thumbs softly caressing her skin when his lips ghosted over her own. She knew this was supposed to be a sweet and tender moment shared between just the two of them but she just couldn’t help herself. She crashed her lips onto Jungkook’s; feeling the smile tugging on the corners of his mouth while she so desperately tried to get a taste of him. Her hands tangled in his messy dark hair, pulling him closer to her as their tongues gently nestled against each other. He sighed into her mouth when her fingers gently scratched over his scalp. Maybe, just maybe, they could ditch the food and go back to his room for a little while and just indulge in a heavy make-out session where she was sure he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself for more than a few seconds.

But the repeated beeping of the microwave made them separate sooner than expected.

With a groan, she blindly reached for her phone next to the pillow where she had placed it after being on FaceTime with Jungkook just hours ago. She knew that in the morning, she would regret not listening to him when he repeatedly told her to sleep and get plenty of rest before work.

But talking to him was so much more important than sleeping; she just loved listening to him talk about his day, especially after an exciting event like the night before. Sometimes, it scared her that he was often surrounded by pretty girls who were a lot more talented than she was; leaving her to wonder why he had chosen her instead of someone who perfectly understood all his struggles. But at the end of the night he called her to whisper sleepy I love you’s or FaceTime until they both fell asleep.

[Jungkook - 4:12am]

Ah noona, I already miss you! Sleep well and have a good day at work! Text me whenever you can! Can’t wait to see you when your shift is over! I love you (∩˃o˂∩)♡

Her grip tightened around the phone, pressing it to her chest, she kicked her legs and muffled a squeal into the plush bunny he had given her. Jungkook was always so sweet; he must have known how happy it would make her to be waking up to a text from him but after reading the text over and over, her eyes darted to the time on top of the screen.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” She cursed under her breath, trying to free herself from the confinement of the two blankets and the robe she was wearing. In a hurry she put on her work uniform and got ready to leave, running just a few minutes late.

Shoving the last bite of a banana into her mouth; she put on her denim jacket before slipping on her black patent-leather shoes with the small dainty gold buckle.

As if the devil himself was chasing her down the street, she ran as fast as she could to catch her train to Hongdae and just in time she squeezed through the door right as it was about close, the hem of her skirt almost getting caught.

She leaned against the door on the opposite side, catching a glimpse of her reflection. The wind had caused a few strands of hair to get loose, making her bun look messy. While trying to tuck the hair back to where it belonged, she pulled out her phone, finally having enough time to reply to Jungkook.

[y/n - 10:33 am]

I miss you too, Kookie! My shift ends at 6pm so I can come over after. I’ll bring food for you and the boys! Just let me know what you want, you know I get a discount so don't hold back! I love you too!

[y/n - 10:35M]

Btw, I should have listened to you when you told me to sleep. I’m so tired but also so excited to see you later. I hope you slept well, baby!

After locking the screen, she let her eyes wander around the cart. A group of teenage girls, all gathered around one phone caught her attention.

“Is that really him? It can’t be.” One of them whispered-yelled, immediately covering her mouth with her hands after one of her friends slapped her arm and scolding her.

“Of course it is him. It’s his voice and those are definitely his hands. Haven’t you seen the other one?”

The vibration, signaling a new text, made her flinch at first but her heart started racing, only to be disappointed that it wasn’t Jungkook - just a coworker sending a meme to the group chat. Yet, she went back to his chat, carefully scanning the messages she had sent to him - they had not been delivered yet. Reminding herself that he sometimes put his phone on airplane mode so nobody would disturb his slumber.

Four hours had passed and she was finally on her break, sitting in the small back room where they kept their personal belongings during shifts.

Her heart sank when she saw that Jungkook still had not replied; it was unlike him to keep her waiting for so long. At this hour, he surely wouldn’t still be asleep, not when he had moaned about having to go to a company meeting today. Even her attempts at calling him were left unanswered; the calls going straight to voicemail.

A whirlwind of panic started to stir up in her stomach; what if he changed his mind and didn’t want to see her anymore? The past few days had been so chaotic and draining that she couldn’t silence the small voice in the back of her mind that kept telling her that it was all too good to be true.

Nails clicking on the screen; she hastily pulled up Taehyung’s chat.

[y/n - 2:12pm]

Tae (: do you know where Jungkookie is? I wanted to ask him about editing a pic for me but he’s not responding to my messages. I’ll see you later <3

“Y/n, Myung-Jun hyung says your lunch is ready! Come eat.” With a sigh, she followed her coworker to the kitchen, sitting down at the small table for the restaurant staff. It was odd that she was so worried about Jungkook not replying, but the uneasy feeling that something wasn’t right anchored itself in her chest.

Halfheartedly she picked at the food in front of her; maybe she was overreacting and Jungkook had just forgotten to turn airplane mode off or he left in a rush, leaving his phone at the dorms. Either way, she had her mind set on checking up on him after her shift.

Jungkook’s bare feet made the floor creek as he entered the living room, the hushed conversations he had faintly been hearing on his way, immediately died down. His brothers looking at him like he was a species from a different planet, not one of them looking happy to see him.

“Sit.” Yoongi gestured towards a chair from the kitchen table that they had put out, just for him apparently - making him feel like he was a police interrogation. “Management will be here any minute now.”

Jungkook gave a small nod, sitting down on the wooden chair. He knew the heating was on but the room seemed to be freezing cold when no warm laughter filled the air and every single one of the member's faces seemed to be laced with concern.

“Can I have my phone back?” His eyes were focused on the electronic device on the coffee table, still not understanding why they took it from him to begin with. He just wanted to see if y/n had texted him; maybe talk to her on the phone for a bit during her break- longing to hear her voice and the sweet coos of his nickname. Not talking to her for almost seven hours, seemed like torture to him now that they were finally able to be together and be happy.

“No, we were told not to give it to you.” Seokjin said calmly, his index finger tapping on the armrest of the sofa in a familiar rhythm.

Letting out a frustrated groan, Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“You know I’m not a kid anymore, you can’t just take my stuff from me like you’re my parents.” His bottom lip jutted out into a small pout; contradicting his previous statement perfectly.

“Oh, it is very apparent that you’re not a kid anymore…” Hoseok scoffed under his breath but before Jungkook could answer, he heard the front door open and manager Sejin’s voice echoed from the hallway.

“Change the code and then join us in the living room.”

Jungkook always admired how tall his favorite manager was but the grim expression on his face made his usual soft eyes, dark and a little scary. “Perfect, you’re all here.”

“Taehyung is in his room. I’ll go get him.” Jimin jumped over the back of the sofa and rushed down the corridor.

“Then we’ll wait.” Sejin sat down next to Namjoon, who had been too wrapped up in his thoughts to pay any attention to the things that were happening around him, only snapping out of his thoughts momentarily to mumble a greeting.

Jimin knocked on the door, only seconds later Ha-na’s muffled voice indicated that it was okay for him to come in. At the sight of his best friend sitting cross-legged on the bed, wiping his cheeks with his sleeve, his heart cramped up painfully.

Ha-na had her arm wrapped around her boyfriend’s shoulders, holding his left hand tightly in her own, whispering softly in his ear.

“Management is here to talk to Jungkookie, Sejin-nim wants you to come, too.” He said quietly, when the younger one looked up with puffy eyes, the tip of his nose red from crying.

“I don’t want to…I just want to stay here…” He was about to lie down and pull the duvet over his body when Ha-na stopped him.

“I’ll come with you and if it gets too much, we can just go back to your room, okay, baby?” She said softly, cupping his face, to dim the flow of tears for a second with her thumbs.

“Ha-na, I’m sorry but you can’t come. It’s just…”

She nodded. “No, I get it. Just the group and management.” Pulling Taehyung to his feet, she grabbed Jimin’s wrist. “Just go with Jimin-ah, he’ll make sure you’re doing alright.”

“Of course I will.” Jimin gently took Taehyung’s much larger hand in his, giving it a tight squeeze.

“But I don’t wanna see him…” The hurt in his voice made Jimin’s eyes tear up. A few hours earlier when he had found out from Hoseok what had happened during the night, he knew that Taehyung would take it the hardest - two of the people he was closest to, had been shamelessly lying to his face for months, completely shattering every ounce of trust he used to have in them.

“You can just look at me the entire time, okay?” Ruffling his hair, he finally managed to pull Tae into the living room, where the air felt suffocatingly thick, making it hard to take deep breaths.

“Hyung,” Jungkook addressed Tae who looked like he had been crying. “Is everything okay? What’s wrong?”

Did something happen to Taehyung? Why had he been crying? Jungkook just didn’t understand what was happening; why was nobody telling him why they all looked so worried?

Finally, Sejin cleared his throat - he was sitting closest to Jungkook, resting his elbows on his knees.

“All of you know why we are here…” He addressed the room, while the other members silently nodded, the youngest vehemently shook his head, making the manager adjust his position to face him.

“I’m not here to tell you what to do, the boss wants to speak to you tomorrow in person about all of this. I’m just here to inform you of the next steps we’re going to take.”

“For goodness sake, what have I done?” He asked, feeling the blood in his veins starting to boil out of frustration of being left in the dark.

“You didn’t tell him?”

“N-no, we thought it would be best if you told him…” Namjoon said quietly, not making eye contact with Jungkook, who so desperately needed comfort and reassuring from his older brother.

The leader’s demeanor worried him, Namjoon was usually the first to speak up about any concerns he had - never afraid to voice what was going on in his head to his members. Now that he was keeping quiet; buried underneath a smothering mountain of thoughts, he wasn’t able to handle the situation like he always did.

“Jungkook-ah..” Sejin pulled out his phone, tapping on the screen a few times before handing it to him. “That is you, correct?”

Jungkook’s body turned to stone, his insides twisted in an abundance of knots, uncertain whether he would ever be able to untie them again. Heart hammering against his ribcage; his vision got blurry as he stared at the phone, watching the video he filmed in that hotel room. His own moans blaring from the tiny speaker, repulsed him, forcing bile up his esophagus.

“Jungkook! Ya!” Hoseok snapped his fingers, trying to get the youngest attention when the next video started playing.

“I-I-… h-how?” He muttered, watching himself go down on y/n.

“We don’t know. We have people trying to take the videos down and find out who put them on the internet.” Sejin took the phone from him.

“Once it’s on the internet, you will never be able to take them all down.” Yoongi shook his head, habitually picking at the skin of this thumb.

“Jungkook what were you thinking taking those videos? You know how important your image is. Why would you risk it all?”

“Looks like he wasn’t doing much thinking at all...all the blood his brain needed to make a rational decision was a little further down south...” It seemed like a lighthearted comment, masked a joke but Jungkook knew that Hoseok indeed wasn’t messing around.

He tried hard to swallow the lump in his throat but it just wouldn’t go down.

“I-It was just supposed to be between me and…” For a second, Taehyung’s eyes met his and he just couldn’t bring himself to say her name out loud.

Now he finally knew why one of his best friends had been crying; he had to find out from strangers on the internet that two of his best friends had been slowly ramming a knife into his back. He watched as Jimin pulled Taehyung to his chest, who looked like he was about to burst into tears again.

“Jungkook…”

His brain was slowing down tremendously, not able to form an articulate sentence that would explain the whole situation.

“So you and y/n thought it would be a good idea to take those videos for what reason?” Sejin folded his arms, eyeing the youngest intently over the rims of his glasses.

“Y/n…” He breathed out her name. “How is she? Is she okay? Has anyone talked to her?” Jumping up from the chair, he frantically looked at the other members who suddenly found their knees oddly interesting. “I have to go. I have to talk to her and make sure, she’s okay.”

“Sit down! You’re not going anywhere! The press is waiting outside, it’s been all over the news this morning!”

“W-what?” He slumped down in the chair, his fingers harshly pulling at his own hair. “I have to check on y/n…”

“I’m sorry, Jungkook but that’s not possible.”

“At least let me text her.” He pleaded, tears brimming in his eyes.

“You can’t do that either. We had a meeting in the morning and we can’t let you see her or talk to her again. This concerns the whole group, we cannot risk any more damage to your image. The fans are freaking out, the press is trying to dig up more dirt while asking the company for a statement regarding the videos. You made a whole mess. What were you thinking?”

Jungkook kept quiet under the drilling eyes of the seven men around him. If they reported about it on the news then he was sure his family had seen it too and were worried about him or worse; they had to carry the burden of being ashamed of their son. But he had to push those feelings on the back burner for now.

“I-I wasn’t… it’s just something we did sometimes when we were together.”

“Wait, what about Yina?” Jin chimed in, looking more confused now that the truth was out in the open.

“I broke up with her a few days ago because I love…love y/n.” Subconsciously his fingers started picking at the little fuzz on his cheek, harder than he had ever done it before. Saying it out loud to the people who had always cared for him so deeply, felt so wrong under these circumstances. He wanted them to know that being with her wasn’t a spur of the moment thing. That he didn’t just break up with Yina because y/n seemed more exciting and new - he truly loved her but he felt like they wouldn’t understand.

“When did this all start?”

He focused his eyes on the floor, his ears were feeling hot and redness crept up his face. He didn’t want to tell them, he didn’t want them to know what he had done without any of them knowing. The last thing he wanted was for them to find out and change the way they looked at him. They always doted on him, making sure he was okay and felt loved from a very young age, and he had betrayed them all; the six boys who raised him. Jungkook didn’t want them to think that they failed because he made poor choices along the way.

“Answer the question.” Taehyung’s voice was cold, sending shivers down his spine.

Trying to buy a little more time; he cleared his throat.

“I don’t know the exact date…but it’s been months” He whispered, guilt numbing his senses - at this moment he knew that everything would change; they wouldn’t take care of him anymore, they wouldn��t make sure he was tucked in and had enough to eat during the day. He wasn’t a baby anymore and certainly not the shy teenager they had all grown to love so much.

Telling them made him feel awful like someone had punched him repeatedly in the stomach.

He couldn’t bear the thought of looking at them; their disappointment erecting itself in front of him like a monster that was about to swallow him whole.

Taehyung stood up, his shaking hands balled into fists.

“You disgust me. You two deserve each other.” Pushing past Yoongi, he tried to leave the room but Jungkook jumped up from his seat - he had to fix things, he couldn’t just let him walk out without at least trying to make amends.

“Hyung, please I’m so sorry. Please forgi-..” He tried reaching for the older one’s arm but he crudely swatted his hand away.

“Do.Not.Touch.Me.” His deep voice was laced with venom, Jungkook’s bottom lip quivered when their eyes met, not being used to the tone that was filled with so much disgust, disappointment and hurt. He could see all the pain and anger Taehyung was feeling from being lied to that he just wanted to beg for forgiveness but it was too late.

“Do I have to listen to this shit or can I go?” He turned to face their manager.

“Ya! Taehyungie, don’t swear.” Hoseok immediately disciplined his younger brother but he was ignored.

“Can I go or not?” Taehyung’s eyes were focused on Sejin, who took a deep breath before nodding. “Thanks.” His footsteps echoed loudly in Jungkook’s ears as he felt a tear roll down his cheek. Quickly he wiped it away with a shaking hand; knowing that he had just lost one of his best friends - there was nothing he could say or do that would repair the damage their friendship had suffered.

“So what happens now?” Jimin asked quietly, chewing on the inside of his cheek nervously, the future of the group uncertain.

“Not sure yet.” Sejin furrowed his brows. “We can’t just ignore it and hope for it to go away. We’ll have to wait and see what is being decided on before we make any rushed decisions. But for now, you’ll all have to lay low, especially you.” He looked at the youngest, who looked pitiful in his spot on the chair. “And that means that you will have to cut all ties with y/n.”

Jungkook shook his head; he wasn’t going to leave her, not after everything they had been through together. Not after fighting his inner demons for months to finally be with her, to only have it all taken away from him way too soon.

“Kook, don’t be stubborn! That’s what is best for the group. Do you want all of them to suffer just because you’re being selfish and want to be with a girl? There’s plenty of girls out there, you’ll find another girlfriend in the future.”

He kept quiet, he didn’t have it in him to argue because they wouldn’t understand that he didn’t want anyone else, he wanted her.

“So for now, all codes have been changed and I’m asking all of you to change passwords on your devices as well, just as a precaution. Don’t give out your numbers, we will be changing those as well over the next few days. Security will be increased and we will always have one of the managers here until this all blows over. I know, this is inconvenient but we have to get in control of the situation.” After addressing all of them, he turned to Jungkook again. “I’ll be picking you up at 9 tomorrow morning, the boss will be back from his business trip then.”

“Fine. Can I go to my room now?” Jungkook sounded poutier than he had intended but maybe he could message y/n over on her Instagram to check on her.

“No, but what you can do, is get your laptop so you can change all your passwords. I’m sorry but one of us will have to monitor you, Jungkook.”

He sighed in defeat, slowly dragging his feet towards his room.

Last night had been perfect, they won awards and talking to y/n for hours had been the best ending to the night; he just couldn’t believe that all the good things that finally started happening again, were now overshadowed by someone leaking those videos. He had cherished those videos, they were dear to his heart because it reminded him of one of the reasons why he loved her so much - he never knew what she would do next, it was exciting to be in love with her and he was missing her now more than ever before.

Carrying two bags of food and bottles of soju was more strenuous than she had expected. For a brief moment, she sat them both down to wipe her forehead with the back of her hand before readjusting her mask - the pollution had gotten worse during the day.

As she made her way around the corner, the street was filled with cars and reporters with their mics and cameras ready. Some were trying to talk to one of the security guards which there were many, more than usual.

“Ah, y/n.” The security guard she hadn’t seen since she came here drunk that one night greeted her happily “Bringing over some food, I see.” He closed his eyes, trying to sniff out what she was carrying in the bags.

“Yeah, I just finished work.” She bowed her head.

“I’m sure, they’ll appreciate it. They weren’t able to leave all day with the press blocking the way.”

“I can see that…” She trailed off, letting her eyes wander over the crowd. “Am I allowed to go in?”

“Sure, I haven’t heard otherwise.” She signed her name, as usual, and with a slight bow she continued her journey, walking up the hill to the building.

The increased amount of security made her feel uneasy, feeling like she was being watched every step of the way.

“What do you want?” A man in a suit spat at her before she could even open the door.

“I-I’m just dropping off food for my friends…” Her voice was shaking, making the security guy eye her suspiciously as if she was hiding a weapon in one of the bags.

“And your ‘friends’ know you’re coming?” He raised an eyebrow; she had a feeling that he was about to tackle her to the ground when the regular security guard from the lobby appeared by his side.

“It’s okay, I know her. She’s allowed to come in.”

“Thank you.” She whispered, keeping her head low as she walked past the grim-looking man.

“Crazy day today.” He mused, laying out two lists for her to sign.

“Why two lists?”

“One is for us and one is for them…” He nodded in the direction of the men in suits. “I also have to make a copy of your ID for them. They want to keep track of who is entering the building.”

“That’s fine.” She smiled awkwardly when handing him her card. All those men looking at her like she had done something wrong, made her feel on edge. One of them even followed her into the elevator, not letting her out of his sight until he confirmed with the security on the designated floor that she was allowed to be up here.

She tried entering the code but the all too familiar click of the lock didn’t happen.

Setting the bags down, she tried again. “6-8-1-4-2-7.” She muttered to remind herself of the combination but the small blinking red light told her it wasn’t right.

“Why isn’t it working?” Angrily she stomped her foot in annoyance before knocking on the door impatiently.

A set of footsteps indicated that someone was coming from the other side; she bent down to pick up the bags as the door swung open.

“Finally, did you change the code? I tried to…oh.” She looked up, being faced with the stern look of one of the managers. Hastily she bowed as low as she could without dropping anything. “I’m sorry, hello.”

But he didn’t reply, still just looking at her as if he tried to remember if he had seen her before.

“You need to leave.” His voice was strict, only fueling her confusion.

“But I just got here…”

“Doesn’t matter. You have to go and you cannot come back here.”

“I don’t understand, what’s going on? Why am I not allowed to see my friends?”

“Do yourself a favor and just go. Don’t cause a scene. Please, leave.”

Jungkook was lazily scrolling through his emails when suddenly one caught his eye.

“I got an email that someone logged into my iCloud.” He mumbled, making Hoseok and Jimin look up from their phones.

“Didn't you get the notification on your phone?”

“No…but my phone did ask me to log in again, oddly enough.”

“Hm technology is weird like that sometimes.” Hobi mumbled. “But it’s still kind of odd and you should definitely let someone know so they can look into it.”

"It was on the day I broke up with…” His eyes scanned the mail. “But the login happened hours before.”

“Do you think it was Yina?” Jimin’s eyes were wide in shock. “But how could she have known before you talked to her?”

Jungkook’s teeth dug deep into the soft flesh of his lip - Jimin’s words had struck a nerve.

He had wondered before how she had known where she would find him and y/n. How did she find out? He didn’t make the first move, she had already been there when he came back to the room.

“It says it was in Gangnam…not far away then.” Fingers kneading his chin, nails puncturing his skin, he tried to recall everything that had happened that day.

He had talked to Ha-na and Jimin after practice, remembering how worried y/n had been before they arranged to meet. He had met Yina in the hallway further away from the practice room, near his studio but there was nothing that would have given him away, there had been no sign that she was upset when he saw her that day.

“I don’t think it was her; I know her, she wouldn’t do something like that.”

“You can’t be sure about that, Jungkook. She was hurt and maybe that was her way of seeking revenge after you broke her heart.”

He swallowed hard at Hoseok’s words; as much as he wanted to believe that Yina wouldn’t do this, his brother was right. He brutally ripped out her heart and smashed it into a million pieces. It would only be fair for her to do something equally as bad to him and make him suffer.

He was wishing that there was a way he could get in contact with her, but he was sure that she wouldn’t want to speak to him anyway, not after everything he had put her through.

“Let the managers know, they can look into it.”

He nodded when a sudden knock on the door caught his attention.

“I’ll get it.” Their manager left the kitchen, where he was making a grocery list for a company employee to stuck up the supplies.

“We should order some food, I’m starving.” Jimin groaned, stretching out his arms before rubbing his tummy with a tortured expression on his face. “What do you want to eat? We’ll let you pick Kookie since your day is pretty shit.”

The black-haired boy scoffed. “Thanks but I don’t really feel like eating…”

“Jungkook-ah you need to eat.”

“But I’m not-…” He went quiet, the familiar voice of y/n faintly reaching his ears. “Am I dreaming?” He whispered but his brothers both shook their heads, not moving an inch to avoid making any noise.

“I don’t understand, what’s going on?” Instantly his eyes filled with tears, his heart cracked; she sounded so lost and confused. Too weak to fight the urge, he slowly got up from the couch, fully prepared to Naruto-run past his manager to finally hold her in his arms again. Everything would be so much easier to handle if she was around; they would just go through it together like they always did. Nothing could come between them, not his boss or managers, not his hyungs or even the fans; they were destined to be together and he was willing to fight anyone who tried to keep him away from her.

“What are you doing?”

“I have to see her…”

“Jk! No!” Hobi grabbed his wrist, pulling him back down.

“Please, please, please!” He begged his older brother, trying to persuade him to let him go but he just wouldn’t let go of his wrist, the pressure making his skin tingle.

Hoseok looked at the maknae squirming, trying to wrench his arm from his grasp - his big doe eyes were swimming in tears again, lips quivering trying to hold back from throwing a tantrum.

His heart hurt for his little brother, as much as he condemned his actions and the mess he got them into, he could tell how badly he needed her and deeply in love he was - Jungkook never begged for anything and him begging to see her was all that he needed to ever so lightly loosen the hold he had on his wrist.

“You heard her, hyung! She doesn’t even know what’s happening. I just want to see her, please let me go see her so I can explain it to her. She needs to hear it from me. Please…” Jungkook’s weak voice gave out when he looked up, Taehyung was standing in the doorway, tears streaming down his cheeks at the desperate pleading of his best friend outside the apartment and the manager’s strict orders for her to leave.

“Taehyung-ah.” Jimin leaned over the back of the couch to take his hand, wanting his best friend to know that he wasn’t alone and could seek comfort with him whenever he needed to but before he accomplished his mission, the younger boy had run back down the corridor, slamming the door to his room shut. seeking the comforting arms of his girlfriend.

Only seconds later, Sejin walked into the living room holding two big bags in each hand.

“Here’s some food, can’t let you starve while you’re basically locked in here.” He patted Jungkook’s shoulder, whose face showed no emotion, in order to prevent the breakdown he felt building up inside his chest. Blinking the tears away, his pupils dilated as they scanned the bags on the table. “Y/n brought food over…”

“What?” Hoseok asked, who was already busy pulling all the takeout boxes out to place them neatly on the table for the members to grab.

“Nothing, hyung.” He stood up but didn’t move, eyes still resting on the logo on the bag.

“Funny, it’s all your favorite foods, Jungkookie.” The older boy mused as he inspected the contents of yet another container.

“Yeah, funny. I’ll go get the others.” But he didn’t, instead, he made his way to small bathroom, tightly locking the door behind him. Sitting down on the floor, he pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them.

He didn’t want to cry but the tears kept prodding at the corners of his eyes; her voice still echoing in his mind. She didn’t know what happened, and no one cared enough to tell her; they just cut her off and forced him to do the same. Jungkook didn’t care much about his image at this point, he didn’t care that people had watched those videos - they all had made up their mind about him anyway. All he wanted now was to protect her, to make sure she was okay.

“I’ll have to find a way to talk to her…” He mumbled, resting his forehead against his knees while his fingers traced the engraved silver plate on his wrist. He wouldn’t give up so easily, even if it got him into more trouble.

“Take more, there’s plenty left. Tae needs to eat.” Jimin placed another box on top of the two Ha-na was already holding.

“No, no! I’ll come to get more if we’re still hungry.” She gave the boys a weak smile before heading back to her boyfriend’s room. He refused to leave it, not wanting to see Jungkook sitting amongst the others like a sad little puppy after committing the ultimate betrayal.

Ha-na closed the door with her foot, eyeing her boyfriend as he laid on the bed, hugging his body pillow extra tight, face buried in the tear-stained fabric.

“Tae, I have some food.” She set the boxes down on the small table while he slowly moved into an upright position to inspect the boxes.

“I don’t want it.” He said, lying back down instantly and turning his back towards her. Earlier this morning, he had been a lot more vocal about his pain, giving it a lot more room to breathe. But now he was in a phase where he’d cry and then start mumbling angrily, sometimes boxing the mattress. She pulled the chopsticks from her pocket, taking a seat next to him.

“And why not?”

“Read the fucking label on the box.”

“Choi Go Zip and what is that supposed to tell me?” Ha-na tilted her head in confusion, pushing her bangs from her eyes with the back of her hand. “Somebody from the staff went and got food for all of us. Tae, baby - I know you’re hurting right now but we’re all trying our best in this situation.”

He turned to lay on his back, a scowl playing on his lips. “It’s where y/n works, no staff member went to get the food for us.”

“How do you know?”

“She was here, I heard her talking to Sejin when I went to get water.”

“What?!” Her voice was high pitched, making her boyfriend flinch. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does. Did you talk to her?” Taehyung shook his head, crossing his arms over his face.

“No, I didn’t.” He tried hard to sound cold, pretending like he didn’t care but his trembling lips were giving him away.

“Why not?”

“I-I couldn’t stand the thought of looking at her.”

“Oh Tae.” Ha-na laid down next to him, wrapping her arm tightly around his waist. “I know she fucked up, but she is still your best friend. You can’t just leave her hanging like this, baby.”

He shook his head, more tears rolling down his cheeks. “What she did…it’s not what friends do. As far as I’m concerned, she’s not my friend anymore.”

Pulling herself up a little, she pressed soft kisses to his cheeks. “I know, you don’t really mean that.”

“She lied to me, Ha-na” He blubbered, turning his body around in her embrace to bury his face against her chest. “They both did. For months.”

Her fingers gently played with his hair, trying to calm him down, his whole body shaking from the overwhelming amount of emotions that were rushing through him.

“Tae, I told you weeks ago that there was something between them..” She paused, trying to choose her next words very carefully. “Baby your heart is too big for your own good, you always want to believe that people are good, especially your friends. You’re the opposite of the grinch, you feel too much.”

He chuckled against her skin, the vibrations of his deep voice giving her goosebumps.

“You know there will come a time when you’ll need your best friend, nobody can replace her. You have been friends since you were little kids, so please baby, take all the time you need to heal but don’t write her off just yet.”

He didn’t say anything, only inhaling shakingly. She knew he was being stubborn out of anger; being lied to by the people you trust is heartbreaking but he needed time, time to process and sort through his feelings - eventually he would come around, he loved y/n too much to just drop the friend who had stuck by his side for so many years. But then again, she wasn’t going to force him to talk to her if he didn’t feel ready to face her, he would know when the time was right to take a step towards mending the broken friendship.

“How am I supposed to ever trust them again?” He croaked; her arms around him tightening, afraid she might crush him.

“Baby I don’t know and you won’t know until you decide you’re ready to speak to them.”

Ha-na opened her eyes, taking a few seconds to realize that she had fallen asleep trying to comfort her boyfriend, who was now sleeping soundly snuggled up against her side. Irritated by the repeated buzzing noise coming from the nightstand, she blindly reached for the phone - it was Taehyung’s. She pressed the home button, a picture of herself staring back at her that he had taken by the river a few weeks ago.

y/n - 8 missed calls

y/n - 13 messages Maybe it was wrong and maybe he would be mad at her for doing this but she quickly entered his passcode to unlock the phone and check the unread messages.

[y/n - 7:05pm] Tae, what’s going on? Why did your manager sent me away and told me to not come to the dorms anymore? Can you please tell me? Because I don’t understand. 7:45pm Why aren’t you answering me? Are you mad at me? If I did something, can you please tell me?

9:27pm Taehyung? Please talk to me? Ha-na had read enough, feeling bad for the girl she had harbored a lot of bad feelings towards the past weeks when the phone vibrated in her hand again.

Now you’re leaving me on read? What have I done?

She put down Tae’s phone and picked up her own from the side of the bed. She was aware that Taehyung would feel betrayed when he found out what she was about to do but she just wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she kept quiet - leaving y/n in the dark like the rest of them.

[Ha-na - 10:38pm] Y/n, it was me! I read your texts. Can you meet me at Jamwon Hangang Park? At the spot where we took you on your first weekend in Seoul. I’ll explain everything to you.

Carefully she climbed out of bed, making sure Tae was tucked in and hugging his pillow, hoping he wouldn’t wake up while she was gone.

On her way out she passed by Jungkook’s room, through the closed door she could hear a sad song playing, every once in awhile sobs reached her ears. Her heart wrenched in pain; the little one was suffering from the consequences just as much as everyone else. Sometimes Jungkook could be a little naive but he had a good heart and a good head on his shoulders; despite his previous actions. With a sigh, she left the apartment and was greeted with the fluorescent lights in the hallway and a bunch of security guards.

“Where are you going?” One of them inquired.

“Not that it is any of your business but I couldn’t sleep so I’m taking a walk.” To Ha-na’s surprise, he nodded, marking her as absent on a list.

“Be safe, Miss.” He bowed his head, making space for her to get to the elevator.

It was odd to be surrounded by so many people that were just making sure no fans or press would get inside the building; normally the community was a safe place, people couldn’t just get in but BigHit didn’t seem to believe that people weren’t going to try to get in at any cost, whether it was bribing guards or climbing over fences.

Quickly she walked up the stairs that would lead her onto the second level and to the exit closest to her destination.

Ha-na got to the park earlier than expected, for a while she sat on one of the yellow stones by the water, the cool air comfortably expanding in her lungs and clearing her head after being cooped up in Taehyung’s room all day.

This morning when she woke up, she had not expected the day to completely turn upside down the way it did. And although she had taken care of Taehyung all day, she couldn’t possibly fantom how any of the boys were feeling.

Sure, it was hard to see her boyfriend so upset, but not knowing how the whole situation would turn out for them was emotionally draining and nerve-wracking. A feeling of helplessness stirred up inside of her; she really wanted to do something to help but every single idea that popped into her head seemed silly when she gave it a second thought.

Occasionally during the day, she had checked social media just to see what people were saying, and it wasn’t good. She just wanted all of them to stay off the internet while this was going down; the mean and degrading comments towards Jungkook would hurt all of them - he was still their little brother who they loved and adored.

Something told her that she wasn’t the only one thinking that it might have been Yina, who somehow got a hold of these videos and published them to make Jungkook pay for cheating on her for months on end. There was no denying that it sounded reasonable but Ha-na had a gut feeling that this wasn’t the case - Yina once had been someone she would spend time with, especially when the boys were away, and the girl never struck her as someone with malicious intentions; her love for Jungkook was pure - she had not been in it to gain something from him or the people he knew. She pulled her phone from her pocket - she just had to try, maybe this was the one thing she could do to help.

[Ha-na - 11:16pm]

Yina, I hope you’re doing okay, giving the circumstances! I’m sure, you’ve seen what’s happening. I just wanted to ask if you had anything to do with this? I won’t tell anyone, I just need to know.

She puffed up her cheeks; she probably wouldn’t get an answer but she just had to stay positive. No matter what Jungkook had done to her, she knew that deep down Yina was a good person, who might have just acted on an impulse out of anger.

Slowly Ha-na got up, letting her eyes wander up and down the little winding pathway for bikes before crossing it to sit on the bench where she and Tae had taken y/n on her first weekend in Seoul to eat chicken and drink beer while watching the lights of Banpo Bridge. Why did everything have to change? A few months ago things were perfect, everyone was so happy and now careers were ruined and relationships were breaking apart, trust was lost and too many tears were being shed.

It was dark and cold; the wind blowing in her face made her eyes tear up but she had to keep running. Her footsteps echoed loudly on the pavement, as she finally reached the part of the park where the poppy’s bloomed in spring.

“Not far…” Stopping for a few seconds, she rested her hands on her knees, panting heavily. “Just keep going…” Sharply sucking in a breath, she sprinted the rest of the way, where she spotted Ha-na sitting on a bench near the riverbank, lost in thought.

“Sorry, I had to sneak out, my brother was still awake.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Ha-na’s smile was weak, in the darkness the worry that was painted all over her face, made her look incredibly tired. “Come sit.” She patted down on the spot next to her.

“Ha-na…” Almost eerily her name left her mouth, facing her best friend’s girlfriend. “What’s going on? I’m so confused…yesterday everything was fine and now, nobody is talking to me anymore.”

“You really don’t know, huh?”

“Know what?”

“Haven’t you watched the news or were you online at all today?”

She shook her head. “No, I was at work and when I got home, I had to make dinner for my brother and I was kind of preoccupied with being worried about why Jungkook isn’t speaking to me.”

“Y/n…” Ha-na took the inside of her cheek in-between her teeth, letting her eyes wander over the black water of Han River, taking a little while to decide on how to say what she had to tell her. “Someone, we don’t know who… leaked videos of you and Jungkook…”

“What? What videos? Did someone follow us?” Her heart crashed from her chest down into her stomach, chortling awkwardly in the abyss.

“No, the videos you two filmed having sex…”

All the color disappeared from her face; the contents of her stomach wanting to force its way out of her mouth. “No..no…this can't be happening.” Her nails dug into her scalp.

“Y/n, I’m sorry but that’s why Jungkook isn’t talking to you.” Carefully she rested her hand on the other girl’s thigh. “They confiscated his phone and he’s not allowed to contact you. They want to avoid the press finding out more or worse seeing you together.”

“Is he okay?”

“He’s very upset that he can’t see you..” She trailed off, keeping her eyes on the girl next to her, who went silent as tears dripped down her cheeks.

Wrapping her arms loosely around herself, she just stared at her knees wishing that the tears would stop but they didn’t.

“Ha-na, I-I don't know how all of this started…Taehyung introduced me and I was just…head over heels from the start. It was like I didn’t have to search anymore…I found my soulmate…”

Ha-na tilted her head, brows furrowing together; Jungkook had used similar words before to describe how he felt when he saw her. Maybe there was a chance that they both instantly felt a deep connection that couldn’t be explained.

“I really tried to stay away from him, I swear. I didn’t want to get between him and his girlfriend and I know I should have waited until he broke up with her but I was so in love that I just stopped caring about what’s right. I just wanted to be with him and that was all that mattered to me. He promised me so many times that he would break up with her and although he never kept any of them, I still believed him because I just love him so much, more than I’ve ever loved anyone. I didn’t care that it hurt me as long as I had him. I can’t even tell you why we filmed those videos, I know it was stupid but it was all we had when we couldn’t be together and I was the one who initiated it. So it’s all my fault that he is in trouble.” Her hand balled into a fist, before repeatedly hitting against her forehead. “I’m so stupid, I should have known better… stupid, stupid, stupid.” She whined over and over with each word increasing the force of her hand.

“Hey, y/n. Stop that.” Ha-na pulled on her arm, trying to prevent her from hurting herself. “We all know what you two did was wrong but people do stupid things all the time. We can’t turn back time, the damage is done- all we can do now is try to fix th-”

“Tae knows, doesn’t he? That’s why he’s not talking to me.” She blurted out, interrupting Ha-na mid-sentence like she didn’t even listen to any of the words that left her mouth. “I know I was doing something really bad when I had to start lying to my best friend. Oh god.”

“Yes, he knows now and he is really hurt and angry with you, not just with you, with Jungkook too.” She explained, her fingers lacing with y/n’s. “But I’m sure, he will forgive you. You know Tae, he can be stubborn when he gets into his head too much but he always comes around.”

For a little while Ha-na just let her cry, she now had to process what everyone else had tried to do all day.

“Ha-na…” She hiccuped, wiping her cheeks with the sleeve of her jacket. “Do you think I can talk to the company and tell them that I will take all the blame? I’ll tell them that I took one of the videos without him knowing and made him take the second one. I’ll just lie and say I lost my phone and the person who found it, did that to us. I don’t want Jungkook to be upset. It’s all my fault.”

“He would never let you do that, y/n.”

“I know but if you don’t tell him, I can just do it in the morning. I’ll go there right now and wait for someone to show up.”

“And what good would that do, hm?” Ha-na chuckled at the ridiculousness of her words, waiting for an answer but she came up short. “The company is taking care of it. They have people trying to find who did this. You can’t take the fall for it when both of you are responsible.”

“But he worked so hard and I’ve ruined it all.”

Ha-na turned around, grabbing harshly onto her shoulders to force y/n to look at her. “You haven’t ruined it all, stop saying that. If he didn’t want to film those videos, he wouldn’t have done it. Jungkook is not a baby, he knew what you guys were doing was reckless and so unbelievably stupid. Let the company deal with it, in a week nobody will be talking about it; another scandal will pop up and people will forget that Jungkook is a normal human being who has a sex-life. It’s not the end of the world, it will all be fine.” Ha-na heard the words leaving her mouth, but it felt like someone else was saying them. Everything inside her was screaming that it wouldn’t be so easy; that it wouldn’t be forgotten in a week but her heart couldn’t handle seeing the girl in front of her falling apart and wanting to make irrational decisions to protect the boy she loved.

Ha-na checked her phone; it was almost 2 in the morning - tomorrow would be another long day. She stood, facing y/n where their ways would part for the night.

“Promise me, you’ll stay off the internet for a while and take care of yourself.”

Y/n gave her a weak smile. “I promise and you’ll text me if anything happens.”

“Of course, I’ll tell you all about Kookie’s day.” She winked, hugging her extra tight.

“Tell him that I love him, okay?”

“I will.” Watching as she walked away, Ha-na couldn’t shake the bad feeling that was trying gnaw its way into her mind. Y/n was smiling through the pain, trying to be strong because breaking down wasn’t going to make the situation any easier.

Ha-na reached the dorm a little later, after enduring endless security procedures before she could finally get back into bed. Some of the reporters were still prowling the streets around the fenced-in community, hoping they would find any more dirt on the matter.

Slipping off her shoes in the entryway, she quietly tiptoed through the apartment.

“Is he still awake?” She muttered under her breath when she stopped in front of Jungkook’s room, the crack from underneath the door indicating that the lights were still on as well as the music but the sobs had subsided. Quietly she opened the door to find the youngest sleeping on his bed.

“Wasting all this energy.” Shaking her head, she switched off the ceiling light, before turning off the Bluetooth speaker on his nightstand; deciding she’d leave on the fairy lights above the headboard.

Jungkook’s face was puffy from crying himself to sleep, the pillowcase still stained with tears, making her heart feel heavy. She had just wanted for him to do the right thing and now that he had finally done it, karma was lashing out at him - taking away the things he loved. He talked about soulmates and so did y/n, but Ha-na was a strong believer in people getting what they deserved yet she wasn’t sure if karma wasn’t being too harsh on the young boy with the big doe eyes.

She pulled the duvet over his sleeping form, gently stroking his hair as his lashes fluttered at her touch.

“Get some rest, little one.” She whispered, his lips parting in an o-shape as he sighed contently. “Everything will be okay, y/n still loves you.”

Yoongi and the others were sitting at the kitchen table, talking and drinking wine to forget how bad their day had been. The maknae had disappeared into his room after talking to their boss in the morning, wanting to be alone - sending away anyone who tried to comfort him.

“I will never understand, why they thought it was a good idea to film themselves having sex…” Hoseok took a big gulp from his glass. “I thought we taught Jungkookie better than this.”

The leader sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. “They were kissing fire and now we all got burned.”

“What do you mean, hyung?” Jimin asked while pouring more wine for his older brothers.

“I mean, they knew what they were doing was dangerous, -maybe that’s why it was so enticing to them but neither of them stopped to think about the consequences and now we all have to pay. Whether it’s Taehyung being incredibly hurt by his friends lying to him or our image forever being tarnished because of those videos. We all will have to deal with the consequences of someone leaking it. From now on, we will have to be extra careful to ensure our privacy.”

“Who do you think leaked the video?” Jimin was looking at all of them curiously.

“Yina, obviously.” The oldest replied. “Jungkook was cheating on her for months.”

Hoseok nodded. “Yeah, getting cheated on is the worst. I wouldn’t even be mad at her if she did it. If I were in her shoes, I would’ve done the same.”

“All of you should be ashamed! Gossiping like teenage girls.” Ha-na scoffed suddenly, standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

“And you should be ashamed because eavesdropping isn’t nice.”

“I wasn’t but it’s good to know that you think it was Yina when it wasn’t her.”

“How would you know?” Jin had a sour expression on his face.

“Because apparently, I’m the only one who thought of asking her.”

“You talked to Yina?” Jimin stood up so suddenly that his chair tipped over, forcing Yoongi to catch it before it hit the floor.

“I did and it wasn’t her.”

“And you really believe her?”

Yoongi waved his hand, silently telling Jimin to be quiet so Ha-na could speak.

“Yes, she told me she logged into Jungkook’s iCloud to get the proof she needed that he was cheating on her but she did not save the videos nor did she post them online. She said she was too humiliated; she didn’t want anyone to know that her boyfriend cheated on her.”

“Makes sense…”

Ha-na shrugged, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. “We all have brains, sometimes it’s good to use it so it doesn’t get rusty.” Sticking her tongue out, she nudged Jin’s shoulder on her way back.

It was getting late and Yoongi was loading up the dishwasher before heading to bed himself.

“I’ll never volunteer to do this again.” He quickly wiped a few water stains off the counter before throwing the kitchen towel next to the sink in defeat.

He let his gaze wander around the room before switching the light off, the cold floor making him shiver and wanting to get into his warm, comfy bed as soon as possible when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

“It’s almost midnight, who….” Yoongi trailed off, waddling to check who had managed to get past security at this hour.

Suspiciously, he opened the door just a bit to see y/n standing there, her shoulders hanging low, eyes swimming in an ocean of tears.

“Y/n, you know I cannot let you in, I’m so sorry.” Saying those words made him feel awful, her lips quivering dangerously.

“Can I at least speak to Taehyung?”

“He doesn’t want to see you right now…” His voice was straining as he denied the girl any form of communication with the two people she needed the most right now.

“Can I see Jungkook? Please, Yoongi, just for a minute…” He wasn’t sure if his tired eyes were playing tricks on him but he swore he saw tears falling from her eyes and hitting the marble tiles.

“I-he will get into trouble if management finds out…”

“You’re right, I don’t want to cause any more trouble for him than I already have.” She let out a choked sob, turning around to leave and Yoongi knew that he was about to do something stupid.

Seeing her being just as shaken up as his little brother was too much for him. He had doubted their love; he didn’t believe in soulmates - he did not think this relationship had a real future after hearing bits and pieces from Jimin. But his heart broke for the girl who so desperately wanted to see the boy she loved that she found a way past security in the middle of the night just to see him.

“Y/n, wait…” He said, stepping away from the door. “Go see him. I don’t know you’re here and I did not open the door for you.”

“Thank you.” She bowed, closing the door behind her.

Yoongi watched her walk up to Jungkook’s room, knocking a few times before he finally opened the door. His eyes grew wide and a gasp escaped his mouth when he realized that it was her and not one of his members bothering him again. Almost instantly he reached for her arm, pulling her into his room; a smile tugged at Yoongi’s lips. Maybe had done the right thing after all.

Jungkook slammed the door shut, his arms tightly wrapping around her- making sure she couldn’t just walk out, not when he needed to hold her so badly. It still felt like he was dreaming, he had lost count of how many times he had imagined seeing her in the last 48 hours. She nestled her face into his soft sweatshirt, inhaling his scent that always seemed to calm her fluttering heart.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away only to cup her face. Peppering soft kisses all over her cheeks to erase the tears that felt like acid against his swollen lips.

“I miss you so much, baby.” He mumbled, his lips ghosting over hers, reuniting them in an innocent kiss.

“I miss you too. Not being able to talk to you is the worst.” Her fingers helplessly dug into the soft fabric covering his chest.

“I know…” Rubbing calming circles on her back - he didn’t want to spend the short amount of time they had crying but as much as he tried to hold it together, he couldn’t and neither did she. Uncontrollably the tears kept falling, mixing with sniffles and shallow breaths in between kisses.

“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault this is happening.”

“Noona, no! You know that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is. If I didn’t…” She wept, looking up at him with so much hurt in her eyes that he felt his heart split in two. “It’s my fault…I made you take those videos..” She buried her face against his chest; Jungkook could feel each sob in his bones.

“No one is blaming you! We’re in this together, baby, okay?” His arms locked around her torso as he pressed kisses on top of her head. He was clueless, he didn't know what to say to make her feel better when it all weighed heavy on his mind, preoccupying his every thought and draining every ounce of positivity from his body. There was no magical solution; Sejin had told him to just stick it out for now until people got bored but seeing her cry made it so much more difficult. He just wanted to do something; something that would make all the pain, all the headlines and tears go away so they could be together but there was nothing he could do, other than to hold her, to let her know he would never let her go - not even in the darkest of times.

Suddenly, she pulled away to bring some distance between them. Avoiding his gaze, she focused on the fairy lights, her vision getting blurry. Ha-na had told her not to do anything stupid but she couldn’t help but think that maybe she was the cause of all of this. If she wasn’t in his life then he wouldn’t have to endure the mean comments being made; he would be happy and doing the things he loved without being worried and locked inside this apartment.

She was ruining his career and everything he had worked for - if she wasn’t around things could go back to normal for him. She would be happy to see him happy, even if it was without her around.

“Kookie…” His name fell almost inaudible from her lips. “Everything will be okay, right? Promise me you won’t let those people get to you.”

Jungkook was taken aback, he didn’t quite know what she meant - his brain operating slowly from the lack of sleep and constantly working in overdrive.

“Promise.” He attempted a weak smile to ease her worries but before he could say anything she turned around.

“I should get going before someone finds out I was here…”

“No, please don’t go. Just stay the night.”

“You know that’s not possible.”

Slowly he followed her to the front door, where she finally looked at him with tears in her eyes. He wanted to reach out to hug and kiss her, not knowing when he would see her again but something stopped him.

Her heart was wrenching in pain when she bowed to him. “Be well, Kookie! I hope you have a good life.” Carefully her hand slid into the pocket of her jacket, trembling fingers wrapping around the white gold bangle.

“What?” He asked, panic making his pupils dilate. He didn’t understand - just moments ago she had told him that she missed him. What was happening? He wanted to stand in her way, stop her from leaving but he couldn’t move, his body had turned into stone. Unable to get any part of him to move, he just stood there like a statue even as she reached for his hand, placing the bracelet he had given to her on it.

“Give this to someone who deserves it more than me.” His insides were screaming, nerves desperately tingling to set his legs in motion but it was too late - the door opened and closed. She was gone. His heart silently breaking in his chest; hot streams of tears cascading down his cheeks in disbelief. Where did this short visit go wrong or had it been her plan all along to come to see him and end their relationship when it had just begun?

In trance, he walked through the pitch-black apartment and without knocking into the room where he knew he was still loved. Jimin was lying on his back, furiously hitting the buttons on his Nintendo Switch when Jungkook laid down beside him, burying his face in his older brother's side. “What’s wrong?” “S-she broke up...” He couldn’t bring himself to say it because if he did then there was no going back - he would have lost his soulmate forever.

Taking deep breaths, she hurried past the two security guards and into the stairwell. Cowering down in a corner, she covered her mouth to silence the sobs that were shaking her entire body. He would be better off without her; all those girls were right she was ruining his life and she wasn’t going to let that happen - after all; if you love someone you should set them free if you’re holding them back.

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just-my-sickly-pride · 5 years ago

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Hot like a Sunrise || Ben Hardy x fem!Reader

PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS A RE-UPLOAD OF A FIC I POSTED LAST YEAR ON A DIFFERENT BLOG. I DID NOT STEAL THIS; IT’S MINE. The other version has since been made private. There have been some very minor changes made to this version.

summary || you and Ben have only been dating for a few weeks, and it’s your first time sleeping over at his place. it doesn’t take long for you to discover that Ben isn’t just hot to look at - it’s like sleeping beside a furnace. maybe tonight won’t be as easy as you thought it would be.

rating || T. some implied sexual content, but mostly just fluff.

word count || 1.7k. a lil baby!

author’s notes || this is being re-uploaded upon request from the always lovely @redspecialty! hope you like it as much as the first time you read it, C 💕 (also, i did as much digging as i could, but i couldn’t find the original source for this gif. if someone knows the creator, please tell me!)

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You break the kiss and sit back on Ben’s lap, biting your lip. “So...”

Ben looks like an angel underneath you, his blond hair an utter disaster from your hands being tangled in it, his pale skin tinged pink, the occasional bite mark or scratch covering his neck and chest. You could take a photo of him in this moment, hang the photo up in a frame, and stare at it forever, revelling in the fact that you were the ones to put those marks on his skin.

Ben threads his fingers through yours, rubbing his thumb over your hand. “So?” he prompts gently, his grey-green eyes gazing at you in a way that brings butterflies to life in your stomach.

You trace his collarbones with a light finger. “Am I... staying the night?”

You and Ben have only been dating for three weeks. It all still feels so new, so delicate. You’ve thought about asking to stay over for a few days now, but you didn’t want to jump the gun.

That being said, you may have shoved a change of clothes, pyjamas, and a toothbrush into your backpack before you came over, so maybe you aren’t entirely above jumping the gun.

Ben’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Oh,” he says. “Staying the night?”

Your stomach sinks with dread, and you quickly backtrack. “I don’t have to,” you rush out. “I— It was just an idea. I can go home. That’s fine. I can— I’ll go now.” You go to climb off him, but he sits up, grabbing onto you and flipping you over. You yelp, and Ben positions himself on all fours above you, kissing you right in the mouth.

“Hey,” he says softly, and he’s so beautiful that you wonder if it‘s too soon to just propose to him right now, “you can stay the night. I want you to. You just surprised me.”

“You surprised me,” you say, “throwing me down like that.”

“Well, I couldn’t have you leaving my bed, could I?” Ben murmurs, ducking his head and beginning to press kisses down the centre of your naked chest, each kiss placed with care and adoration. “That would be...” He kisses your stomach. “...a tragedy.”

You sigh contentedly, your hands going back to his hair, stroking through it as he moves lower down your body. “So I’m staying?” you ask.

Ben nods, and kisses your skin just below your belly button.

You smile. “Okay,” you say, and your smile turns into a grin, which turns into a happy giggle as Ben nudges your knees apart and gets comfortable in between your thighs for the third time that evening.

It’s well after midnight by the time you both manage to convince each other that it’s time to sleep. Ben takes your hand and leads you into the shower, and you both wash the sweat and traces of sex from your bodies. You discover that slapping Ben’s water-covered chest and stomach makes a loud but infinitely satisfying sound, and Ben has to restrain your hands so you stop doing it repeatedly. You laugh until your stomach hurts, futilely trying to wriggle from Ben’s grasp, and Ben laughs, too, refusing to let you go until you promise to stop being ridiculous. You eventually agree, and Ben rolls his eyes when you slap his chest again as soon as you’re released. He says he’s never letting you stay over again, but he tells you in between kisses, so you don’t take it to heart.

The pyjamas you’ve brought are just a pair of cute underwear and an old shirt that’s three sizes too big for you. Ben only wears a pair of long, comfy pyjama bottoms. You both pretend not to notice the glances you shoot at each other as you brush your teeth, knocking elbows above the sink.

You’ve slept in the same bed as other people before; you’ve even gone to sleep cuddling someone else before. But it still feels new and exciting, a little awkward in the way these things are, as you and Ben get comfortable. Your hair is still damp from the shower, and you both smell of mint from Ben’s toothpaste.

Eventually, you settle down, Ben on his back, his arm around you, you tucked in against his side, your head on his shoulder, your arm across his chest.

The conversation you have as you drift to sleep is hardly a conversation at all — it’s just mumbling abandoned thoughts, incomprehensible half-sentences, and then you’re asleep halfway through Ben telling you about someone he knew in high school who was scared of giraffes. Or maybe it was elephants.

Your eyes don’t open, but you know you’re awake, and the only other thing you know is that you’re sweating. Why are you sweating?

You crack open an eye, and take a moment to remember that, oh yeah, you’re at Ben’s. The thought makes you smile.

But you’re still hot. You’re boiling. You shift, trying to spread your limbs out to cool down, but Ben is there, beside you, and it clicks in your sleepy brain that he’s the source of heat. Why you’re sweating.

God, he’s like a furnace. No wonder he doesn’t wear a shirt to bed.

Not wanting to offend him, but also not wanting to suffer from heat stroke, you shift again, rolling onto your other side, carefully putting some distance between you two. You sigh, and close your eyes.

Ben makes a sound, and his arm curls around your stomach, pulling you against his front, engulfing your body in heat once again.

You make a face in the darkness. How is he not overheating?

You just try to go back to sleep.

It doesn’t work. You’re dying.

You rest your hand over Ben’s, patting it lightly to get his attention. “Let me go,” you whisper.

Ben grunts, voice thick with sleep. “Hm?”

“Bathroom.”

Ben lifts his arm, and you slide out from underneath it.

You yawn as you shuffle out of the room, your eyes burning. It‘s bliss to be out in the cool air again.

You head to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water. By the time you finish, you’re chilly again, almost cold, and the idea of curling up with your bonfire of a boyfriend sounds wonderfully appealing. You hurry back and snuggle under the covers, and Ben makes a sound that you think is a pleased one as he cuddles up to you once again.

It feels like you’ve only been asleep for ten minutes when you groggily crack open your eyes, staring blankly into the darkness, trying to figure out how the hell someone can have the same body temperature as the fucking sun.

You wriggle around in Ben’s arms onto your back, letting one of your arms dangle off the bed. You take a moment to try to think, and then just grab the covers, throwing them off your bodies.

You sigh with relief. Okay. This you can do. You don’t need covers when you have Ben.

You close your eyes, drifting back to sleep with a smile on your face.

The next time you open your eyes, it’s still dark, and you’re sweating. Again.

Your face scrunches in irritation. Ben’s pulled the covers back over you.

You throw them off again.

You awake to find Ben readjusting the covers over you, and it’s like you’ve been given a shot of Redbull, your eyes snapping open.

“What are you doing?” you hiss.

“Don’t want you to be cold,” Ben says, his voice rough. He settles back down and tugs you in to drop a kiss to your temple.

“I’m not cold,” you whisper. You throw the covers off. “I’m melting. I’m so fucking hot.”

“How?” Ben says. His eyes are closed, but his brow furrows. “I’m cold.”

You almost laugh. “How the fuck are you cold? You’re so hot. You’re like a heater.”

“Don’t feel like it.” Ben’s eyes crack open, just slightly, like he’s trying desperately to keep them open. “You uncomfortable?”

You struggle with a response, guilt swooping in your stomach. It’s not fair that you’re getting cross at him. “No,” you say eventually. “I’m just overheating. I can’t sleep.”

Ben pouts, and it’s adorable. He takes a moment to think, or maybe gather his strength, and then props himself up onto one elbow. He adjusts the covers, fixing them over himself, but leaving you without. “How’s that?” he says, and flops back down, eagerly wrapping you up in his arms once again. “Sorry I’m so hot.”

“That’s perfect,” you say. “And it’s okay; it’s not your fault.”

He snuggles into you, his chest against your spine, and he presses a kiss to your hair.

You lay your hand over his where it’s tucked against your stomach, brushing your thumb over his skin.

You don’t wake up again till the morning. The bed is empty, but you’re under the covers. You stretch, making a sound of disgruntlement in the back of your throat. “Ben?” you say, not quite loud enough to be calling out.

The bedroom door is nudged open, and Ben enters with two mugs of coffee. “Morning,” he says cheerily. His hair is mussed, and he’s put a shirt on. He sets the mugs down on the bedside table and kisses your forehead. “Did you sleep all right, in the end?” he asks, climbing over you and collapsing onto the bed beside you, all but dragging you across the bed to hug you to him, you on your back, and him on his side.

You giggle, and take one of his hands, pressing the back of it to your lips. You nod. “Sorry I was such a pain.”

“Nonsense.” Ben drops a kiss to your shoulder. “It was our first sleepover. Now we know, yeah? Got it all figured out for next time.”

You grin. “Yeah.”

His eyes drink in your face, a small smile on his lips, and you kiss his hand again.

“Wow,” he murmurs. “Can’t believe how lucky I am, getting to see how gorgeous you look in the morning.”

Your stomach bubbles, and hide your face behind his hand.

He chuckles, and swoops in to press a kiss to your cheek, then sits up. “Coffee?”

“Mm,” you say enthusiastically, nodding, and sit up, shuffling back to lean against the headboard. Ben straddles your waist, his thighs just about bursting through the seams of his pyjama pants, and reaches over to pass you your mug. You take it, thanking him, and he takes his own.

The coffee is hot and perfect.

Just like Ben.

You smile to yourself.

A pretty good way to start the morning, in your opinion.

#ben hardy x reader #mine #bohemian rhapsody fanfiction #fluff #rpf

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girlinthepictureframe · 5 years ago

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The Briefest Kiss Part 19

“I’m truly disappointed! I thought we were friends, yet this is how you treat me? It’s just not acceptable. I’m considering breaking up with the two of you.”

Miles opened his eyes reluctantly, trying to make sense of that blaring voice that so rudely disturbed his peaceful slumber. Memories of last night slowly made their way back to the forefront of his consciousness. Memories of him and Alex, ceaselessly kissing and never tiring of it. Memories of him agreeing to go on a date with him. Memories of a drunk couple having sex in the pool right in front of them and memories of him and Alex having the time of their lives commentating on every single one of their moves until they had succumbed to laughter and the couple had succumbed to embarrassment.

Somewhere, between more making out and more laughing, they had fallen asleep. Alex was still snoring into Miles’ neck as he opened his eyes, finding the harsh summer sun and Matt Helders staring at him at the same time. “What the hell?”

“That’s what I thought when I realized you two have slept out here. Could have told me. I’d have gladly taken that big bedroom off your hands! I had to share a bathroom with three other people. Two of ‘em can’t stomach some simple vodka shots.”

Miles groaned as he placed his arm across his eyes. “Matt, it’s early. Too early. What do you want?”

“Airport shuttle will be here in ten. Rise and shine, lover boys. Time to say goodbye.” Matt slapped Miles’ shoulder with a chuckle, then walked away.

Another groan. Miles rolled Alex on his back and came to rest on top of him. He gently brushed some the tangled strands of hair from his forehead. “Wake up, babe!”

A sleepy Alex blinked, cursed, and refused to wake up.

Miles placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Alex, come on. Wake up.”

“Five more minutes,” he mumbled, fumbling to slip his hand underneath Miles’ shirt. The contact made him shiver. “Then I’m all yours to fuck. Just five more minutes, please.”

Miles let out a whiny noise and sunk his face into the curve of Alex’s shoulder. “I don’t have time for sex. I don’t even have five more minutes.” He placed a deep kiss to his pulse. “Gotta go now.”

Alex’s eyes flew open. “What? Now? Fuck, that sun is bright!” He closed his eyes again.

Miles agreed with nod. “Gotta change and grab my bag. Airport shuttle will be here any minute. I’ll see you on Tuesday, babe.”

As Miles struggled to climb off the lounger, Alex moved with him, curled his arm around him and when Miles stood in front of the lounger, Alex stood on top of it, grabbing Miles’ head and leaning down to kiss him. His tongue ventured deep into his mouth, taking his sweet time to lick and tease.

A grumbled noise of protest slipped from Miles’ throat as he pulled away from Alex. “Don’t kiss me like that when I have to leave!”

Alex’s still sleepy face brightened with a grin. “Forget it. Have to make sure you’ll return to me.”

Miles reached for Alex’s head, grabbed it and kissed him hard. “Always!” Another groan and another kiss. “I really have to go.”

“Then go,” said Alex and didn’t let go.

Miles smiled. Happiness was a feisty drug. It had you hooked immediately. And it was even more addictive when you saw its effects on somebody else’s face. “One more kiss!”

“Okay.” Another kiss.

Then Miles stepped away. “Hey, when you say dinner, are we talking fancy dinner or burgers?”

“Why?”

“I have to bring the right outfit,” said Miles. Wasn’t that obvious? “Suit or jeans?”

“Don’t care,” smirked Alex. “But…” He hopped off the lounger and took slow, deliberate steps towards Miles, “wear that white shirt. The one with the tiny buttons. That tight one.”

Miles’ smile got cocky. “Like that one, huh?”

Alex nodded mischievously. “And a tie.”

“Kinky, Turner.” Miles reached out, placed yet another searing kiss on his lips, and let go. “Bye, love.”

“Bye, baby.”

Miles was leaning back on his chair, one leg swung over the other one, holding the fork with one hand and using it to move a few slices of carrot from left to right on his plate. His appetite had left long ago, along with his excitement to be on a date with Alex and, generally, his good mood. He watched Alex from the corner of his eyes as he massacred his steak, carving it into little pieces one by one. He had yet to eat a single bite.

He winced inwardly when he saw the waiter approaching. Poor guy!

“Everything to your liking? May I offer some more wine?” He spoke English, but his French accent was thick.

“How about a word with your cook. This steak is awful. I asked for medium and this feels like rubber.” Alex placed fork and knife away, letting them clink on the porcelain. “And our glasses are full, so there’s truly no need to offer any more, is there? You do see that, right?”

Miles looked at the waiter and when the guy met his eyes, looking positively frightened, Miles offered what he could only hope translated into a veryapologetic smile. “Just leave,” he suggested warmly, “we’re fine.”

The waiter nodded as he made a quick exit. Alex, on the other hand, glared harshly at him. “Fine?”

“Rubber, Alex?” Miles tried to keep his voice low. “How would you know? How about you taste it, first?”

Instead of answering, Alex merely snorted. Which, in return, made Miles bite his tongue. He was so very tempted to walk out for a smoke and a tall glass of something way stronger than wine. But they were on their date. And he did not want to be the one to walk out first. So, he endured. Taking his wine glass, he held it up across the table, attempting to turn things around. “Should we toast to something?”

“To what? Dry meat and bad service?” Alex didn’t toast, just grabbed his glass and swallowed the expensive wine in one large gulp. “I’ve had better.”

Miles shook his head. “Should have ordered better, then.”

“What’s that?”

“I said, you should have ordered better, then. You picked that wine.”

“If you don’t like the wine I ordered, you could have said something!”

“That’s not–” He swallowed his frustration. “You know what, forget it.” Miles finished his own glass of wine and placed it back on the table. “Would you like to order something else? A new steak? An entirely different meal? Or just dessert?”

“And waste any more time at this godforsaken place?” Alex grimaced. “No thank you.”

“Alright.” Miles waved for the check. The waiter didn’t take long to arrive, placed the small booklet with the bill in front of Miles and visibly flinched when Alex reached for it. Miles put his hand on it first, gave Alex a warning look and watched him sternly as his fingers retreated.

“Uh…Monsieur Kane, I’m a huge fan of your music. And your style. And the Fred Perry thing that you do! And yours as well, Monsieur Turner. But I’ve only ever been to one of your concerts, Monsieur Kane. It was a fantastic show.” The waiter leaned towards Miles. “May I ask for a huge favor and follow you out for a picture?”

Alex ignored him entirely, his eyes shooting daggers at Miles instead. “Iasked youout. I should be doing that!” Then he glanced at the waiter sideways. “Wouldn’t you consider your question a bit impertinent?”

“Alex!” Miles hissed, then smiled at the waiter. “He’s joking. No problem. We’ll be outside, waiting for a cab. Just come find us.” He placed a few Euro notes into the booklet, underneath the bill, and handed it back to the waiter. “Thank you.” When he was gone, Miles pinned Alex down with a fiery glare. “Are you crazy?”

“Am I crazy?” Alex looked at him in utter disbelief. “You tipped him fifty Euros? Are you bloody nuts? I’ve gotten better service at Burger King!”

“Alex, the guy was bloody terrified of you! What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?”

“Nothing,” stated Alex and got up, not bothering to wait for Miles as he headed for the exit. Miles followed wordlessly. On his way out he spotted a chocolate cake on some other guest’s table. Suddenly he felt overcome by a fierce desire to take the cake and toss it straight into Alex’s face. Just for fun. But before he could take that desire and turn it into an actual plan, his date got impatient.

“Miles,” bellowed Alex from the door, startling not just him but also other guests in earshot.

“Yes, dear?” Knowing how much he hated that term, since his mother used it on him regularly, Miles smiled smugly and crossed his arms as he slowed down. Alex’s eyes got small and his lips pressed into a thin line. Miles was sure he saw smoke coming out of his nostrils! He chuckled at the idea, which in return pissed Alex off even more.

“Come on, Miles. Can you walk any slower?”

“I don’t know. Can I?”

Alex spun around, walked through the exit and Miles sputtered a laugh when he was hit by an onslaught of rain. By the time Miles caught up to him, he looked like a drenched poodle. He reached out and wiped a few raindrops from his nose. Teasing him. “Aren’t you adorable!”

“Say that again and I’ll bite,” snapped Alex. “Where are all the fucking cabs?”

“Busy,” assumed Miles tiredly, giving up on this night entirely. He felt the rain seeping into his suit and sighed. “It’s raining hard. Parisians don’t like getting their outfits wet.”

“Fucking amazing,” grumbled Alex as he headed down the sidewalk. “Let’s just walk. It’s not that far.”

“It’s two kilometers,” complained Miles. He could endure a lot. But walking two kilometers in the pouring rain while wearing his favorite suit and those damned boots that looked great but were painfully uncomfortable? That’s where Miles drew the line! “Let me just phone a cab company and order one!”

Alex was halfway down the block already. With clenched fists Miles sprinted to catch up with him. “Bloody idiot!” One day he’d make him pay for that! “Shit! Damnit!”

When Miles stopped out of nowhere, cursing, Alex stopped as well. “What’s wrong?”

“We forgot to take that picture with the waiter!”

“For fuck’s sake, Miles!” Alex resumed walking. “Get over the waiter!”

‘Deep breaths,’ Miles told himself. Repeatedly. ‘Just take deep breaths and don’t shove him into a ditch!’

“You forgot your house key?” Miles shook his head in incredulity. He looked at the sky, felt the pouring rain hit his face and began laughing. Not because it was amusing. Oh no! It was ridiculous. It was ludicrous. It was bloody fucking unbelievable! “Are you kidding me right now?” Wiping his wet face resignedly, he met Alex’s eyes. “You know what? Just take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.”

Alex’s eyes snapped from the locked front door to Miles. “No!”

“No what?” asked Miles as he took in their surroundings. He spotted a big rock and was tempted to throw it through a window. Anything to go to sleep and end this day. “No, you’re not kidding?”

“No,” elaborated Alex, harshly, as he stepped into Miles’ field of vision. “You’re not sleeping on the fucking couch.” Miles blinked in surprise as Alex took another step towards him, trying to lecture him. “This is the one time we’re actually supposed to sleep in the same bed and I won’t have you spend your night on my bloody couch! Hold this!” Alex shoved his leather jacket into Miles’ startled hands and walked past him towards the tall fence behind thick shrubbery. “I left the patio door unlocked. Help me jump the fence!”

Miles snorted. “You’ve lost it, haven’t you? The fence is two meters tall! Alex,” warned Miles as he followed him into the bushes. “You’ll hurt yourself! Don’t do it!”

“It’s not the first time I’ve jumped it,” said Alex. “Get here, Miles. Come on, help me up! If walking two kilometers in the pouring rain won’t hurt me, jumping my own fence won’t, either!”

“I offered to call us a cab,” muttered Miles as he tossed Alex’s leather jacket to the muddy ground in anger. “There’s a world of difference between those two things, by the way! You could die!”

“Don’t be dramatic,” snapped Alex. “Besides, if I die, I won’t have to see you flirt with that waiter again!”

Miles ground his teeth. “I wasn’t fucking flirting with him! I was just being polite!”

“Polite is saying ‘thank you’ after paying the bill. You tipped him outrageously and gave him that fucking coy smile!”

“I tipped him ‘cause I felt sorry for him. He had to serve you tonight!”

Alex fisted both hands. “I did nothing wrong!”

“You complained about the place right in front of him,” pointed Miles out, rolling his eyes as hard as he could. “You refused to answer his question and called him impertinent when he asked for a picture with us!”

“That’s because I was on a date with you,” bit Alex back. “And I don’t like being interrupted in my private time for some fucking pictures!”

Miles bit back the words he wanted to say, took a few deep breaths, then linked his hands together, offering them to Alex. “Here. Climb up.”

Alex put his hand on Miles’ shoulders, about to place his foot into Miles’ hands when he stopped. He tossed him a dirty glare. “Changed your mind about wanting me dead, huh?”

“You have three seconds to accept my help. Take it or leave it.”

He took it. Alex placed his foot into Miles’ linked hands, used it to get his legs up and managed to reach the top of the fence. Then he swung himself over it and Miles heard the loud thud of a soaking wet Alex Turner hitting the soggy ground on the other side. “Still alive?” He asked in a mixture of genuine concern and dry mockery.

“I am,” he called out. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Miles rolled his eyes again. He glanced around and noticed the tree a few feet away from him, along with its sturdy branch. Could work, he thought, and climbed up, held onto the branch to reach the top of the fence and hopped over it as well. He landed on top of a bushy boxtree, probably scoring a few scratches as well but he bit back from wincing in pain. Not when Alex was staring at him like that. “What?”

“Could have hurt yourself,” derided Alex.

“You know,” marveled Miles, “in all the years that we’ve known each other, I’ve never been this tempted to punch you. Bloody nose and all that.”

“Hell of a first date, huh?” Alex grunted as he looked around the drenched dirt of his yard. “Where’s my leather jacket?”

“On the ground.” Miles pointed towards the fence. “Other side.” As he ignored Alex’s cursing fit, he shrugged out of his jacket and realized it was ruined for good. The pocket had a big hole in it and the best cleaner in the world wouldn’t be able to get rid of those mud stains. He made his way out of the flower bed and onto the grassy patch where he brushed the thick black dirt from his trousers. He took in his shirt and sighed. The whole damn suit was beyond saving.

Alex walked up to him, mirrored his actions and bent down to inspect his shoes when something shiny slipped from his pocket. Miles reached over, picked it up. He was about to hand it back to Alex when he saw what it was that he was holding. “A tube of lube?” Miles laughed hard. “Why’d you bring that one?”

Snatching it out of Miles’ hand, Alex gritted his teeth. “At some point, before this evening turned into a huge shit show, I actually thought I might get lucky. So I came prepared! But then you decided to show up late a—”

“I didn’t decide to show up late,” roared Miles, right back to being pissed off. “It’s not my fault the bloody train ran late! You’re the one who refused to cancel the dinner and made us hurry!”

“And I told you,” snapped Alex, “that I won’t let public transport decide when I go out on a date! If I had known you had so little interest in going out with me, believe me, I would have cancelled!” He spun around, but Miles grabbed his arm and held him back.

“Hey!” Miles was furious. He had to endure Alex’s snarky comments the entire evening and had enough of it. “You want to blame this night on one of us, blame it on yourself! You were bitching at everything before I even got here!”

“Are you really surprised? The damn painters ruined one of my guitars, had to paint the wall twice after using the wrong color, and messed up my new carpet. The new bed still isn’t here. Neither is the dresser, which means you traveled here for nothing, and I couldn’t even enjoy that overpriced steak ‘cause the fucking waiter had a hard on for you!”

Ignoring most of Alex’s ramblings, Miles took offense at one part, though. “I came for nothing? I thought I was here for a date.”

Alex groaned. “You know what I mean, Miles.”

“No, I honestly don’t.” Most of the time he gave Alex a pass for his piss poor selection of words when he was angry, but not tonight. “Try again!”

“Fuck, Miles! Of course, you’re here for a date! I don’t give a shit if you help me with the dresser or not!” Alex kicked a pile of dirt on the ground and rumbled angrily. “FUCK!” He drove one hand through his wet hair. “I had the whole evening planned out in my head, you know? It was supposed to be memorable!”

“Oh,” scoffed Miles, “trust me, I won’t forget any of this!”

“Just great,” drawled Alex, full of sarcasm. “You’ll remember this fucking mess forever and never go out on a date with me again! Why don’t we just break up right here and right now? You’ll take the guest room, I’ll take the couch and come tomorrow morning, we’ll never have to see each other again!” He turned around again. “With any luck, the waiter is still available!”

Once more, Miles grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Would you fucking stop that?” He motioned between them. “You and I are the middle of a fight, which means you don’t get to bloody walk away right now!” He got into Alex’s face. “Hear what I’m saying, Alex Turner: I don’t care about that fucking waiter! I wasn’t flirting with him!”

“But he was flirting with you!” yelled Alex. “While I was sitting right there! As your date!”

“You hardly spoke to me all evening,” pointed Miles out. “Nobody would have guessed we were on a date! And if you think this night will deter me from going out with you again, think again! I’ve known you long enough. I can handle your hissy fits.”

Alex’s jaw dropped. “Hissy fit?” He scoffed hard. “Oh, watch it, Kane!”

“Last names, now?” Miles sneered. “Fuck you, Turner! I’m going to bed!”

Now it was Alex’s turn to hold him back. “Apologize first!”

Miles gaped? “For what?”

“You want to know why I was pissed off from the beginning? You didn’t kiss me when you got here! There you have it! Not even a peck on the cheek. You’ve been more affection on stage when we toured! Hell, you’ve been more affectionate on stage, when we toured, whileyou were busy being pissed off at me. Even then you found a way to let me know you cared!”

Miles was struck. How could Alex possibly think he didn’t care? Just because he didn’t kiss him? “When I got here, the painters were still there. I didn’t know how you felt if I just kissed you in front of strangers,” he admitted. Deflated.

“’cause we’ve just gotten together?” wondered Alex.

Miles rolled his eyes. “’cause I’m a guy and you’re a guy and we didn’t have that discussion yet!”

“What discussion?”

“Are you kidding me right now?”

Alex was visibly confused. “You think I’m worried about being gay?” He frowned. “Are you?”

“No,” stated Miles. “But nobody will be surprised to find me kissing a guy. I wear cheetah print shirts and onesies, Alex. I have a pair of silver boots! Everyone assumes I’m bi anyway. But you—”

“I got a cheetah print shirt,” he pointed out.

“You’re a fucking rock star! What if your fans turn on you, huh?”

Alex wordlessly grabbed Miles’ head and pulled him in for a blazing kiss that left them both panting for air. “I. Don’t. Care.” He curled his arm around Miles’ neck and kissed him again, harder, deeper. “I love you. I want to be with you. And if anyone has a problem with that, they can drop dead for all I care!” Another kiss. “Next time, bloody kiss me, okay?! Don’t think. Just do it. ‘cause I’m yours and that’s what you’re supposed to do!”

Miles couldn’t fight his own smile as he placed his forehead against Alex’s. All of the earlier agitation and frustration had suddenly vanished away. “Mine?” He leaned closer, touching their noses together. “Are you?”

“Start singing that song,” warned Alex, teasingly, and no longer angry, “And I’ll reconsider this dating thing!”

Miles grinned as he captured Alex’s lips in a wet and wild kiss that left both struggling for air. The temperature was still insanely hot, the rain did nothing to cool down the air, and as the raindrops mingled with the sweat on his forehead, Miles felt himself melting into Alex’s arms. This was what they should have been doing all night. Kissing. So much kissing. And more. “Let’s go inside,” he whispered hoarsely, overcome by that sweet lust that always came side by side with Alex’s kisses. He trailed one hand from Alex’s neck to his hand to lead him in.

But Alex pulled away slightly. He had a salacious grin on his face as he let go of Miles’ hand and reached for his belt instead. His eyes dropped lower. “Did I ever tell you about that rain fantasy of mine?”

Miles gulped as he watched Alex undo his belt and pull it out of its loops. Then he undid the button of his trousers. And lowered the zipper.

“I want you,” rasped Alex, leaning in to nibble on Miles’ earlobe. “Right here.” One hand fisted Miles’ tie. “On the muddy grass. In the rain.” His other hand slipped into the back of Miles’ pants, into his briefs, and he let his finger trace the crack of his ass. He slipped it between the cheeks and Miles gasped against the warm and wet skin of Alex’s neck. When he slipped one finger inside of him, Miles sunk his teeth into Alex’s skin, leaving a mark for the world to see. He dug his hands into his back and moaned as Alex began to move his finger in and out, slow and steady.

“I want you covered in dirt,” husked Alex as he bit down on Miles’ earlobe, pulling harder on his tie. “I want you screaming out my name when I come deep inside of you.” He ventured from the ear along the jawbone towards the lips. “I want you panting and writhing, and I want you to remember this for the rest of your life.” Their lips met and mashed.

Alex’s finger slipped away from where Miles was truly enjoying it and his hands took hold of Miles’ no longer pristinely white buttoned shirt. He fisted the lapels and slowly ripped the buttons apart, popping them in unison with Miles’ loudly thudding heart.

Pop.

Miles watched in utter fascination as Alex licked his lips hungrily. To be on the receiving end of his blistering desire was a feeling beyond imagination. The lids of his eyes grew heavier with each heartbeat. His pulse was hammering away. His skin was burning. When Alex had the shirt torn asunder, Miles couldn’t handle it anymore. He stripped off what remained of his shirt and tore off Alex’s, then growled in appetite. He lowered himself to his knees, licked the raindrops as they traveled down the chest of his lover, and felt himself drowning in lust. He’d never needed anyone so much. He’d known want, but it was Alex who had introduced him to need. With Alex, feelings ceased to be small and simple. With Alex, life was absolute. It was breathtaking, it was all-consuming and their lust for one another? That was unmatched and uncontrollable. Miles pushed Alex’s pants and briefs down greedily. “Mine,” he spoke, meeting Alex’s pitch black eyes, and swallowing him whole. Alex’s entire body shook violently as Miles’ lips slid down the length of his cock. He went all the way to the base and as Alex fisted his hands in Miles’ hair, Miles wondered when he began enjoying this so much. He’d only ever done it once, before, with Alex. Last fall. And then it had been new and a bit of a learning experience. Now, however, it felt like a brand-new passion. He yearned for his friend’s erection, craved for it, loved feeling it as his tongue slid against the skin. He strived to be better, to be exceptional, to be unforgettable to Alex. He wanted to make him feel unparalleled. When he began humming, Alex moaned in sound appreciation.

“Stop,” he pleaded breathlessly. “Please, stop.”

“Really?” smirked Miles, sucking harder.

Alex pulled Miles’ hair, made him let go of him with a pop. Placing both hands on Miles’ shoulder, Alex shoved him backwards, made him land with his back on the grass and watched for a moment as his body was hit with an onslaught of pouring rain. He gave his cock a few strokes, then smiled as he lowered himself between Miles’ legs. “My turn.” Pulling pants and briefs down, Alex purred rapturously. Taking a possessive hold of Miles’ dick, he placed a feathery kiss on its tip and watched Miles watching him. Then he took him all the way into his mouth, deep-throating him. Miles was no longer capable of speaking. Garbled noises and syllables left his breathless lips as Alex made fantastic use of his own.

Alex slipped his hand back underneath Miles’ rear, wedged his finger into his tight hole and dipped in an out as his mouth sunk up and down his throbbing erection. When, suddenly, all movements stopped, Miles leaned up, startled.

He found Alex fumbling with the lube. Miles turned around on his stomach, spread his legs wide and crossed his arms beneath his head. He heard Alex’s faint chuckling as he got on top of his back, trailing languid kisses down the line of his spine. “Can’t wait, huh?”

“Been waiting too long,” said Miles. Alex leaned up, strained to reach his lips with his own, and managed to kiss him so deeply that Miles was sure it had left a burn mark right on his soul.

And then Alex slipped inside. Slowly. Carefully. Almost hesitantly. But Miles was needy and desperate and aching for him in ways much more painful. Wiggling his butt against Alex’s hard cock, Miles encouraged him to take him already. “I won’t break!” His voice was thick and gruff. “Take me, babe! Do it, please!”

Alex did. He slid deeper and deeper into Miles and the harsh sounds of a beginning thunderstorm were drowned out entirely by Miles and Alex as their heavy breathing mixed with the noise of wet skin slapping against wet skin.

Faint calls of “Fuck me!” were bracketed by hushed admittances of love and endearing terms like “baby”.

Dripping wet, covered in dirt and grass, Alex spun Miles around, spread his legs and lifted them above his shoulders. He sunk back into his heat, and Miles squirmed endlessly beneath him. His eyes feasted on Alex’s body as his muscular arms held on to his legs and his strong chest moved rapidly with each stroke. Miles’ body was covered in dirt, and Alex rubbed his hand over his abdomen, clearly enjoying it. Every now and then he took hold of the tie still around Miles’ neck and pulled, making him lean up and kiss him hard. It was the single most erotic experience of Miles’ life. He sat up, wrapped his arms around Alex and kissed him desperately. Wet chests rubbed against one another as Miles straddled him. Tongues dueled for power. Miles lost himself wholly in the pleasure of it all. “Harder,” he begged and Alex obliged, rolling them over once more and taking him and their pleasure to unknown heights. The movements became frantic. The steady rhythm became frenzied. Miles felt Alex throbbing deep inside of him, felt him spilling his cum as he came. All of it brought forth his own orgasm and he came against Alex’s stomach.

Harsh curses filled the air as they rode out their release together, until Alex collapsed on top of Miles, spent and panting. Miles laid beneath him, arms stretched out wide, a silly and perfectly happy grin on his face. “That was fucking insane,” he croaked, on the verge of losing his voice entirely.

Alex nodded against his chest. He chuckled. He tried to lift his head but failed. Miles focused all of his remaining strength and managed to curl one arm around him. “This date,” he said, still out of breath, “would have gone much better if we had fucked first and eaten later.”

Laughter bubbled from Alex’s lips. “Let’s make that a rule. Always fuck first before we leave the house.”

“Always,” agreed Miles.

#the briefest kiss #milex #milex fanfic #milex fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #miles kane alex turner

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taste-thewaste · 5 years ago

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Tequila sunrise (Madderton fic)

A lovely anon asked me for kissing prompt #62, Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up. This is a true drabble guys! It’s less than 550 words! Ah! Thank you anon for the prompt :)

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When the alarm went off, it was like a siren ripping through his skull. His very full, very groggy, very hungover skull. Richard let out a low moan and slapped his phone on the nightstand, nearly knocking everything else over in the process, hitting the snooze button.

He was almost back to sleep when he felt Taron’s lips on his.

“Gotta get up,” Taron mumbled into Richard’s mouth, barely coherent, his breath tasting like sleep and stale air, somehow not entirely unpleasant.

“No,” Richard grumbled under his breath, still refusing to open his eyes, his head pounding. I can’t drink like I’m twenty-three anymore and I don’t know why I try to was the only thought breaking through the haze.

“Yes, love, remember--” Taron trailed off, his mouth still on Richard’s, sleepy and soft. As Richard swam into consciousness, he couldn’t help but smile into Taron’s soft kisses, so gentle and lax that it was almost as if they weren’t there.

“Don’t feel good,” he whispered, and Taron pushed his kiss slightly more insistently onto Richard’s lips, nibbling gently on his bottom lip. Richard finally started to ease his eyes open.

“Reckon it’s the truckload of tequila you put away last night,” Taron said, and Richard’s stomach did a backflip at the mere mention of liquor.

“God, if you say the ‘T’ word, I will puke. That’s a promise,” he said, and he felt a warm rush of air as Taron laughed softly into his mouth. He dropped a kiss onto Richard’s jaw, softly.

“Alright, alright. Sorry. You want breakfast? I can make some eggs,” Taron said, giving Richard one last kiss and rolling out of bed, feeling confident that he was going to get up. “We have enough time to eat and shower before we have to be on set, I think. Jesus, you made a fucking mess in here last night.”

Taron bent over and picked up an empty tequila bottle, a crumpled up bag of chips, a barren box of cookies; grimaced as he sidestepped a pile of Richard’s clothes that may or may not have been puked on. Richard was a comfort eater when he was drinking, apparently, which, also apparently, didn’t sit well with his tummy. “What got into you, by the way? I know I said I wouldn’t bring it up, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you have more than a few beers, and especially not the night before we have to be on set early.” Taron chucked the wrappers and bottle into the trash bin, waiting for Richard’s answer. “Love? Oh, Christ, Dickie…”

Richard was asleep again, mouth agape, his hand splayed like a starfish on his chest.

Taron crawled back into bed, groaning. He kissed Richard again, repeatedly. “You have to get up, love, I’m sorry!”

“Don’t feel good,” Richard moaned, and Taron sighed.

“You’re never drinking again, Rich, I swear.”

Richard opened his eyes, just barely. “Don’t...feel...good.”

Taron sighed again, but couldn’t help the small smile that slipped onto his face. He kissed Richard’s forehead. “Big dumb idiot,” he muttered, and fumbled for his phone to call Dex. It was safe to assume they’d be late.

#madderton #my fic #richard madden fanfiction #taron egerton fanfiction #i am richard #richard is me #tequila is not my friend #kissing prompts

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foxboymyles · 6 years ago

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Pardon My Imprudence [Chp 4]

Note: Last Chapter for today :)

Zoro and Luffy started to walk out the door. The weather was pretty cold, with a slight breeze outside. The sun was just about to set. Luffy held Zoro’s hand with a smile on his face.

“Say, I saw a cool plush! It was a lion, but he had this mane that looked like the sun or somethin’” Luffy said.

“Oh? Nice. When was this?” Zoro asked.

Luffy stopped, all of a sudden. Zoro asked what was wrong, and he pointed at a weak dog on the sidewalk. It looked like it was a Jack Russell terrier, but he was really dirty and scrawny, as you could see his bones from the skin. Luffy walked towards it. He pet it gently as it slowly wagged its tail.

“He must be homeless. ‘Looks like he’s starving, too!” Luffy said, worried.

“Ice cream’s not that expensive. We should spend some on getting him some food.” Zoro added.

Luffy brightly grinned and jumped on Zoro. He repeatedly said thank you while kissing his cheek multiple times. Zoro blushed and with gentle hands, took Luffy off of him. Luffy picked up the scared dog and went to a dog store. They bought 8 dollars of dog food and a dog leash. Luffy gave the dog a handful of kebble, and like he expected, the dog ate it all in a whole gulp. Luffy put the dog on a leash, as the dog wagged his tail up and panted excitedly. He smiled and realized that he saved a life. Once Zoro and Luffy got their ice cream, they went home and Zoro took a rest on the couch. It was 9:00 PM now. Luffy filled a bowl up with pebble food as the dog rushed to it and chomped it. It was the right time to pour water into a bowl as well. Luffy gazed at the dog and grinned. Ace came downstairs with Sabo, and his eyes open wider than space.

“YOU BOUGHT A DOG WITH 20 DOLLARS?!?” He exclaimed.

Luffy shook his head.”I bought his stuff with 10 dollars. The doggie was free.”

Zoro blushed and chuckled when Luffy said ‘doggie’. Ace blushed and gave a big sigh.

“You’re gonna have to ask Shanks about this.”

“Oh, I already know,” Shanks said, appearing from out of the kitchen.

“I think it’s great. We’ve never had a family dog. All we need to do is find out if he’s had any of his shots.”

Luffy grinned and agreed with Shanks, petting the pup as it licked his face.

“I could pay for some of it if you’d want me to.” Said Zoro

Shanks was hesitant. “No no no, it’s quite alright. I can pay for it myself.”

“No, I insist. It’s the least I could do.” Zoro said.

“You don’t need to prove yourself. You already did. Ace can agree.” Shanks said, smiling.

Zoro stared for a while, then started petting the dog with Luffy.

“What should his name be?” Asked Sabo.

“ChouChou!” Luffy responded.

Shanks laughed and got his phone from the counter.

“Well, you kids can go to bed now,” Shanks said.

Zoro was about to get his stuff when Shanks interrupted him.

“You don’t have to leave, you know. Stay for the night.” Shanks said, dialing the number for Mihawk. “I’ll just call your father and tell him you’re sleeping over here.”

Zoro nodded and grabbed his stuff. He went upstairs to Luffy’s room and laid them down by the bed. Looking around, he observed the blue covered sheets and the starry night light that shined upon the dimly lighted room. There were shelves of boxing trophies and bottled miniature ships. There were a few clothes on the floor, his hamper barely hanging onto the pants he tossed in it. Looking in his drawers he found piles and piles of pirate and Tony Tony Chopper comics. Then there was the sock drawer. Zoro blushed and slowly opened what he assumed would be his underwear drawer. It was then that he slammed the drawer closed.

“Zoro! Whatcha doin’?” Luffy asked, innocently.

“Ah, nothing important. I was just looking at your room.” Said Zoro.

“Oh! It looks cool, doesn’t it?” Luffy said. “I have something I saved for you, too!”

Luffy got a fluffy teddy bear from under his bed and handed it to Zoro. They both sat on his bed.

“I got this when Shanks adopted me. I think you should have it, though.” Luffy said, blushing.

Zoro grabbed it gently and looked up at him.

“Are you sure you want to give me this?” Zoro asked.

Luffy nodded and told him to close his eyes. He leaned into Zoro and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Gradually, the slow soft kisses got faster. Zoro held his waist as Luffy rested his weight on him.

Ace opened the door, and Luffy pulled up the covers to the bed.

“Hey, I just needed that fly swatter you ha-” Ace said, only to look at Luffy struggling to not keep it obvious.

But it was definitely obvious. Ace quickly got the fly swatter, with a short thanks and a hot freckled face, and the door was shut. Zoro gave Luffy a long kiss back. Luffy rested his head on Zoro’s chest. He felt the warm vibrations as Zoro’s chest rose and fell.

“That was almost better than food,” Luffy said, cutely.

Zoro kissed him on the cheek. “Am I better than food?” Zoro asked.

Luffy looked up at him. “Yeah.” The teen gave Zoro a peck on the nose. Zoro chuckled and ran his hand through Luffy’s hair.

“ ‘Love you, Zoro.”

“I love you too,” Zoro replied.

It was getting late, and Luffy’s eyes felt droopy. Zoro was already fast asleep. The sky was lit in a dark blue, with the most beautiful stars. The silhouette of a tree stood out in the middle. The candle in the room dimly lit the space and shaded Zoro’s face in warm colors. Luffy’s eyes twinkled at the scene, from the stars that lit in the sky brightly. All at once, he seemed content. His eyes closed.

…

The next morning was bright. Too bright, Zoro thought. He grumbled angrily at the alarm clock and slapped the off button. Zoro shook Luffy, but he had no success of waking him up. Then, getting his surprisingly still cold-water bottle and poured in all over him. Luffy gasped awake and wriggled around. As soon as he realized what was going on, he hit Zoro in the arm.

“Stupid! I could have wakened up myself, ya know!” Luffy shouted.

“Yeah, sure,” Zoro said, getting his pants and baggy shirt on.

Luffy whipped something out of his closet and put it on. He had on blue shorts and a red tank top, put on his sandals, and waited for Zoro to put on his shoes. He laid on his stomach on the bed, both hands squishing his cheeks and his legs kicking slowly. For a moment he was looking at Zoro’s face. His tan skin and sharp eyes, up to his mint green hair. Zoro turned to look at Luffy once he realized Luffy was staring at him.

“Great, now you got me staring. Did you know you have huge eyes?” Zoro said.

“Is that somethin’ to make me mad?” Luffy replied, annoyed.

“No. I just look at you and I can see galaxies in them. Your eyes are- kinda pretty.” Zoro admitted.

“I’m not pretty! I’m a man!” Luffy shouted defensively while blushing.

Zoro walked passed him and opened the door. “I’m just saying your eyes look pretty. But sure, I guess you are pretty.”

“You’re just trying to taunt me, I know it! Let’s fight! Right now!” Luffy angrily shouted, following him down the stairs.

“Wow Luffy, even when you’re mad you’re beautiful,” Zoro said, jokingly.

“Beautiful?!? Bu- stop calling me that! It sounds girly!” Luffy yelled, even redder.

Sabo was up making pancakes. What was surprising is that Ace, Luffy’s usually sleepy and lazy brother, was up with an average look on his face. Sabo quickly got his suitcase and took off his apron. He wore a dress shirt and pants, with shiny black shoes. He was gathering his things out the door whilst Luffy was getting down the stairs.

“I have to go visit Koala now. She’s expecting me to get the storyboard in by today.” Sabo mumbled to Ace.

“Isn’t this your guys’-what- 4th anniversary?” Ace asked, helping Sabo.

Sabo turned to the tiny gift on the counter and grabbed it. He said a short thanks and hugged Luffy from the stairs. After that, the door shut faster than 3 seconds later. Luffy sat down on the couch.

“Sabo has a girlfriend?” Zoro asked.

“Yep. They’ve been together since they were 13.” Ace answered.

“Why don’t you guys go to our school?”

“We go to a private school. Guess it’s just because Shanks wants us to stay serious with want we want to accomplish.” Ace said.

Zoro frowned thinking of Mihawk’s plans for his education. Even if Zoro got good grades, he doesn’t know that he’ll take him to a private school or not.

“You ok, Zoro?” Luffy asked, his hand touching Zoro’s.

Zoro nodded, grabbing and kissing Luffy’s hand. Ace turned after hearing footsteps. Shanks was making his way down the stairs, with his watch in his hand.

“Ace, you gotta come with me,” Shanks said, hurryingly.

Ace raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“It’s Makino. She’s not feeling great.” Shanks responded.

“Makino? Why can’t I go?” Luffy asked.

“You have to take care of ChouChou,” Shanks said, as Ace raced after Shanks through the door.

There was a slam. Luffy huffed and laid his head in Zoro’s lap.

“Who’s Makino?” Zoro asked.

“She’s kinda like our mother. She’s really close to Shanks and she’s taught us a bunch of stuff.”

Luffy laughed. “The funny thing is that Shanks and she haven't started dating yet.”

“Well, maybe they're not sure if they're ready for it. It's better to be friends with someone a while before going into that.” Zoro said.

“That's true…” Luffy said. He extended his arm out to pet ChouChou. ChouChou barked, then licked all around Luffy’s hand.

“Hey, that tickles a little bit!” He said, laughing. Zoro smiled at his joyful face and laid his head on the armchair. Until there was a knock. Then murmuring. Luffy got the door and stood up, while the dog barked loudly.

“Hiii, Luffy!” Nami said, cheerfully with Usopp and Chopper behind her.

“Oh hi, Nami. What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in with you goof-offs. Also..” Nami sat down and looked at the two, while Usopp and Chopper turned on the tv to watch a cartoon. “I wanted to know if you guys would like to come with us to prom? It’ll be really fun.”

“Prom? I’ve heard of that but I never been to it.” Luffy said, curiously. Zoro looked at Nami and nodded.

“We’ll be there.”

“Sweet!” Nami said, happily. “It’s in a month so no rush, but it wouldn’t be as fun without you dorks.” She smiled and turned to Usopp and Chopper. “Hey what are you both up to?”

Luffy looked at Zoro. “Is your dad going to be upset you’re still here?”

“Who knows but that doesn’t really bother me,” Zoro answered. ChouChou jumped into his lap.

“Do you and Ace get along now?” Luffy asked.

Zoro nodded. “Yeah. He’s a little secretive though. I don’t exactly know how he actually is.”

Luffy smiled. “He’s really cool once you get to know him. He always sticks up for me and Sabo. Just gets moods sometimes.”

Nami added. “He’s pretty cute!”

Zoro rolled his eyes. “Of course you say that.”

“Hey! It’s just my opinion.” Nami replied.

“What about Sanji?” Usopp asked Nami.

“Uh, I don’t know.” She said, quietly. That part of the discussion was stopped subtly by Nami. It looked like she was unsure about that part of her relationships, to Zoro. Luffy doesn’t really pay attention to that stuff, so if he asked him, he wouldn’t really have any interesting input about it.

“Chopper, that’s cheating!” Usopp said, furiously mashing his controller.

“Nuh uh, I just know how to play the game.” Chopper replied. “X Triangle X does a huge combo. You just didn’t know!”

Usopp gasped. “Ehhhh!?! Well, thanks for sharing your method!”

They hung out together for an hour or so, until Sabo came back home. He hung up his jacket and looked around.

“Hi guys. Looks like a full party here.” Sabo remarked.

“Hey Sabo!” Luffy said, walking up to him and hugging him tightly. “How was it with Koala?”

“It was great! We went to a restaurant. I think you’ll like to go there someday.” Sabo continued. “It’s a sandwich place and they add all different kinds of meat.”

Luffy’s eyes lit up. “That sounds like heaven.” He said as Sabo laughed. He turned and hugged Zoro gently.

“Hey, Zoro. How’s your day been?”

“Pretty good. Seems like you had fun.”

“Hi Sabo!” Usopp and Chopper said in unison. He greeted them back with the same enthusiasm. Then hugged Nami and smiled.

“Hi, Nami. How have things been?”

“They’ve been ok, I guess.” Nami quietly said. Sabo frowned. Lately, she’s looked like she’s not in the mood.

“Wanna chat outside for a minute? You seem sad.” Sabo replied. Nami nodded and walked outside to their backyard. She sat in one of their benches and crossed her legs. Sabo sat next to her, trying not to bother her as best as he could. Ever since Luffy had been Nami’s friend, Sabo has always been the person she talked to for help. Nami’s past wasn’t so great. Her mother died from gang members and her eldest sister is now taking care of her. She is especially very to herself, so at least one person she could vent to always made her mental health a lot easier to deal with. Since Sabo is her elder and his personality was warm and welcoming, it was very easy to open up to him.

“I think I like Sanji, but he’s not making it easy for me to do that.” Nami murmured.

“Why is that?” Sabo asked.

“He’s always talking about how he loves women so much. That’s ok but he’s just- I don’t know, obsessive. I’m not sure how I will deal with that if I get together with him.”

Sabo put a reassuring hand on Nami’s shoulder and looked her in the eye. “Tell him it bothers you. If you’re not ready to confess those types of feelings, then don’t do it yet. But if you observe his character afterward I’m sure it will lead you to your answer.” Sabo looked up. “But even if he’s not the right one for you, you are such a pretty and amazing girl. You are so strong, too. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Nami hugged him and smiled. “Thank you.” She felt a lot brighter now. It made Sabo feel like he did a good job. “I’m gonna go back now. Are you making anything?”

“Luffy wants Nachos for dinner, so I’ll start prepping that.”

“Oh, alright. Also, tell Ace I left him a present on his desk. I forgot to get him a birthday present last year, so I felt bad.” Nami said, leaving the sliding door open for Sabo to come in.

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#zolu #fanfic #writing #sanami #sanam #sabo #luffy #zoro #chopper #usopp #ace #shanks #one piece #anime

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