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thyras · 3 days ago

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→ of marital pleasures

PAIRING → annatar | sauron x female!elf!reader

WORD COUNT → 6.5k words

SERIES→ of sauron & the moriquendi

WARNINGS → 18+ MDNI - unprotected p in v, semi-public sex

SUMMARY → you share in marital bliss with your husband, but all good things have to come to an end when work has to be done.

AUTHORS NOTE → so this chapter was kinda a teeny bit inspired by make you mine by madison beer, idk it has their energy and i was just vibing to it when i was writing this. there will probably be no upload next week (sorry bout that) as i am going on a little vacay with my hubby. i need a drink and a beach rn cause life has been crazy over here.

PARTS → masterlist

You didn’t know how long it had been since you had returned to your chambers. The days and nights had blurred together, lost in an endless tangle of limbs and bliss. Each moment was consumed by the intoxicating sensation of his touch, the feeling of him beneath your fingertips as he brought you to heights you hadn’t dared to dream of again.

Even now, as his fingers traced lazy patterns across your bare back and his lips moved in perfect harmony with yours, you couldn’t tell which way was up or down. Where you began and he ended was a mystery, your minds and fëar intertwined so completely it was as if time itself had ceased to matter. Your thoughts were a tangle of disbelief and elation, overwhelmed by the undeniable truth that he was here—truly here—and finally yours once more.

You playfully nibbled on his bottom lip, sucking it gently between your teeth before breaking away with a mischievous smile. A deep, guttural chuckle rumbled from his chest as he gazed down at you with eyes still filled with desire and longing. You could sense the struggle within him to resist taking you again, but the heat between you was undeniable. Your thumb traced along his lower lip, matching the movements of his fingers as they trailed across your skin in an effort to hold back their own desires.

"Meleth nín," he murmured, his voice husky with need. "We should rest. It's been days..."

But even as he spoke, his hands betrayed his words, sliding lower to cup your hips and draw you closer. You arched into him, relishing the way his breath hitched at the contact.

"Rest?" you teased, trailing kisses along his jaw. "I've rested for centuries without you. I won't waste another moment."

His resolve crumbled, and with a growl, he rolled you beneath him, pinning your hands above your head. His eyes, darkened with lust, bore into yours.

"You'll be the death of me," he breathed before capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

As he began to move against you, your world narrowed to the exquisite friction between your bodies. Every touch, every caress, felt both familiar and thrillingly new. Your fingers tangled in his silken hair, tugging gently as he trailed hot kisses down your neck. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you felt him smile against your skin.

"My insatiable love," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. "How I've missed the sounds you make."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a fresh wave of desire. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. The feeling of skin on skin was intoxicating, and you reveled in the warmth of his body pressed against yours.

As he entered you once more, the world seemed to fall away. There was only this—only him. The steady rhythm of his movements, the taste of his lips, the reverent way his hands explored your body, worshiping you like the goddess he always said you were. You lost yourself in the sensation, your bodies moving together in perfect synchronicity. The pleasure built slowly, inexorably, like waves crashing against a shore. You clung to him, nails raking down his back as you approached the precipice.

"Look at me," he commanded softly, his voice strained with effort. You opened your eyes, meeting his intense gaze.

"I love you," you breathed, the words falling from your lips like a prayer. "I love you, I love you, I—"

Your words dissolved into a cry of ecstasy as your release washed over you. He followed moments later, your name a reverent whisper on his lips as he shuddered above you.

For a long while, you lay tangled together, hearts racing and breath mingling. His fingers traced idle patterns on your skin, and you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent. A contented sigh escaped your lips as you basked in the afterglow, your body humming with satisfaction.

"I never thought I'd have this again," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion. "To hold you, to love you... I feared it was lost forever."

He pulled back slightly, cupping your face in his hands. His eyes, usually so guarded, now shone with vulnerability and tenderness.

"My love," he said softly, "I would have crossed oceans of time to find my way back to you. Nothing could keep us apart—not war, not death, not the very foundations of Arda itself."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. When you parted, a mischievous glint had returned to his eye.

"Speaking of time," he mused, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, "I believe we've probably made our dear friend quite horrified by our prolonged activities. How long do you suppose it's been since we've emerged from this room?"

You laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Days, at least. I'm certain he won’t be able to look at us straight."

His fingers trailed along your collarbone, igniting sparks with each touch. "Let him," he growled softly. "I've waited an age to have you in my arms again."

The possessive tone in his voice sent a shiver of delight through you. You arched an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "And what of my duties, my lord? Surely, I've been terribly remiss in my duties with Lord Celebrimbor.”

His eyes darkened at the mention of Celebrimbor's name, and a flash of jealousy crossed his features before he schooled them into a neutral expression. “Lord Celebrimbor will have to manage without you for a while longer,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’m not quite finished with you yet."

You couldn't help but smile at his possessiveness, a warmth spreading through your chest. "Oh? And what else did you have in mind, my love?"

In response, he rolled you onto your back once more, hovering above you with a predatory gleam in his eye. "I think," he murmured, trailing kisses along your neck, "that I'd like to remind you exactly why you chose me over all others."

Your breath hitched as his lips found that sensitive spot just below your ear. "As if I could ever forget," you moaned, and for the second time this morning, he brought you to another toe-curling crescendo.

When you finally emerged from your cocoon of marital bliss, you struggled to keep your composure as you made your way into the forge. Your legs were unsteady, and your mind was still hazy from the countless days of bliss. Celebrimbor stood off to the side, holding a piece of parchment, while your husband gazed at it from beside him. The two locked in a gentle conversation.

As you approached, Celebrimbor looked up, his eyes widening slightly. A faint blush crept across his cheeks, and he quickly averted his gaze, suddenly finding the parchment in his hands intensely fascinating.

Your husband, on the other hand, made no effort to hide the smugness in his expression. His eyes raked over you appreciatively, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. You felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks, remembering the passionate moments you'd shared mere hours ago.

"My lady," Celebrimbor greeted, his voice slightly strained as he struggled to maintain his composure. "We... we were beginning to wonder if you'd fallen ill."

You cleared your throat, trying to sound nonchalant. "No, no illness. I was simply... indisposed."

Your husband's smirk widened at your words, and you shot him a warning glance. Celebrimbor, still avoiding direct eye contact, nodded stiffly.

"Of course," he said, his voice a touch higher than usual. "Well, we're glad to see you've... recovered. We were discussing the Dwarves’ reply. They should be here in a couple of days."

Grateful for the change of subject, you stepped closer to examine the parchment. As you leaned in, you caught a whiff of your husband's scent still clinging to your skin, and memories of your recent activities flooded your mind. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to focus on the words on the page. Your mind was still caught on cloud nine, and all you wanted to do was fall into another bed of lust and passion with him again.

Damn him for doing these things to you.

You could tell he had read your mind when you briefly glanced back up to meet his gaze. Those icy blue eyes spoke wonders to you. You quickly averted your gaze from your husband’s knowing look, trying to focus on the task at hand. But as Celebrimbor explained the details of the Dwarves’ impending visit, your mind wandered. His voice faded into the background as you recalled the feeling of your husband’s hands on your skin, his lips trailing fire across your body.

"My lady?" Celebrimbor's voice cut through your reverie, concern evident in his tone. "Are you certain you're well? Perhaps you should rest a while longer."

Embarrassment flooded through you as you realized you'd been caught daydreaming. "No, no, I'm fine," you insisted, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "Please, continue."

As Celebrimbor resumed his explanation, you felt your husband's shadowy presence behind you, radiating with the same heat as the forge before you. His shadowy finger ghosted circles around the small of your back. You shot him a dark look, and he reciprocated with a dark smile back at you.

He knew what he was doing and knew you would break eventually. Mairon had always known your limits and control and respected them, but Annatar seemed to love testing them or pushing them beyond their limits.

So you pushed him out of your mind and shut the door with one final look, locking it so he could no longer test you. You and Celebrimbor had to work to prepare, and none of his playful teasing would stop you.

As you focused on Celebrimbor's words, you felt a subtle shift in the air. Your husband's presence, though still palpable, retreated slightly. You could sense his amusement at your attempts to resist his charms and grudging respect for your determination.

Celebrimbor, oblivious to the silent battle of wills occurring beside him, continued outlining the plans for the Dwarves' arrival. You forced yourself to concentrate, asking pertinent questions and offering suggestions. As you immersed yourself in the work, you felt a familiar thrill of excitement. This was why you had come to Eregion, after all—to create, learn, push the boundaries of what was possible, and heal the hurt caused by the love you bore for the being standing across from Celebrimbor.

As the day wore on, you fell into a comfortable rhythm. Your husband's teasing touches became less frequent, though his gaze remained heavy upon you. You worked side by side with Celebrimbor, and your minds were in perfect sync as you discussed the intricacies of the craft. The familiar dance of creation—exchanging ideas and building upon each other's thoughts—was invigorating. For a moment, you almost forgot the tension simmering beneath the surface all day.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the forge, Celebrimbor finally set down his tools with a satisfied sigh. "I believe we've made excellent progress," he said, a hint of pride in his voice.

You nodded in agreement, stretching your arms above your head to work out the kinks from hours of focused work. As you did so, you caught your husband's eye, and the heat in his gaze made your breath catch. The intensity of his stare reminded you of the passion you had shared earlier, and you felt a familiar warmth pooling in your belly. You quickly looked away, trying to maintain your composure.

"Indeed we have," you replied to Celebrimbor, slightly breathless.

Celebrimbor beamed at your praise, oblivious to the tension between you and your husband. "I believe that's enough for today," he said, gathering the parchments scattered across the workbench. "We should all get some rest before tomorrow's final preparations."

You nodded, grateful for the excuse to retreat. As Celebrimbor bid you both goodnight and left the forge, you found yourself alone with your husband for the first time since the morning. The air between you crackled with unspoken desire.

"Well, my love," he purred, stepping closer to you, his voice low and seductive. "It seems we've managed to behave ourselves for an entire day. How... commendable of us."

You tried to maintain your composure, but the heat radiating from his body and the intensity of his gaze made your knees weak. "Indeed," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "Though I believe you tested the limits of my self-control more than once."

He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Did I?" he asked innocently, though his eyes gleamed with mischief. "I was merely admiring my wife as she worked. Is that such a crime?"

You raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore how your body responded to his proximity. "Admiring is one thing. What you were doing was outright provocation."

His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing the skin. "I've been thinking about you all day," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "About the sounds you make when I touch you, the way your body responds to mine..."

You shivered at his words, your resolve crumbling. “Mairon,” you breathed, your voice a mix of warning and desire. "We can't... not here."

His lips curved into a wicked smile. "Can't we?" he murmured, his hand sliding down to rest at the small of your back. "I seem to recall you being quite amenable to such things in the past."

Memories of stolen moments in Laureandor, especially the ones attached to his forge, flooded your mind, flushing your cheeks. You bit your lip, torn between propriety and the overwhelming desire to give in to his touch.

"That was different," you protested weakly. "We weren't... we didn't..."

Your words trailed off as his lips touched the sensitive spot below your ear. "Didn't what, divine?" he whispered.

Before you could protest, he had you pressed against the workbench, his lips crashing against yours in a searing kiss. You melted into him, all thoughts of propriety fleeing your mind as his hands roamed your body. The forge’s heat paled compared to the fire he ignited within you.

His lips trailed down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. You bit back a moan, your fingers tangling in his hair. "We shouldn't," you gasped, even as your body arched into his touch.

He chuckled darkly against your skin. "And yet, here we are," he murmured, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. With one fluid motion, he lifted you onto the workbench, stepping between your legs.

You gasped at the sudden movement, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The cool wood of the bench contrasted sharply with the heat of your skin, sending a shiver through your body. Your husband's eyes darkened with desire as he gazed down at you, his hands slowly pushing up the fabric of your dress.

"My beautiful, brilliant wife," he purred, fingers tracing patterns on your bare thighs. "Do you have any idea what you do to me when you're working? The way your brow furrows in concentration, the elegant movements of your hands..."

His words trailed off as he leaned in to capture your lips again, his kiss deep and passionate. You surrendered to the sensations, your hands roaming over his broad shoulders and down his chest. The familiar scent of forge fire and spices that clung to his skin intoxicated you, drawing you deeper into his embrace.

His fingers deftly worked at the laces of your bodice, loosening them just enough to expose the swell of your breasts. His lips traced a burning path down your neck, pausing to lavish attention on the sensitive spot at the base of your throat. You bit back a moan, your head falling back to grant him better access.

"Mairon," you breathed, your voice husky with desire. "We can't... someone could..."

He silenced your protests with another searing kiss, his hand sliding up to cup your breast. "Let them," he growled against your lips. "Let them see how thoroughly you fall apart for me.”

His possessive words sent a shiver of excitement through you. You knew you should resist, that this was dangerous and improper, but the heat of his touch and the intensity of his gaze made it impossible to think clearly. Your fingers fumbled with the fastenings of his robes, desperate to feel his skin against yours.

As your hands slipped beneath the fabric, tracing the familiar planes of his chest, he let out a low groan. His lips crashed against yours once more, hungry and demanding. You responded with equal fervor, your tongue dancing with his as your hands explored his body.

He pushed your skirts higher, his fingers trailing teasingly along your inner thighs. You gasped into his mouth as he swiped his fingers through your wet folds, your hips bucking involuntarily against his hand, the sensation almost too much. He smirked against your lips, clearly pleased with your response.

"So eager," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Tell me what you want, Mori."

You whimpered as his fingers continued their teasing caresses. "You," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want you. Always you."

His eyes darkened at your words, a primal hunger flashing across his features. With a growl, he captured your lips once more, his kiss fierce and possessive. You felt him shift, freeing himself. He pressed against you, the heat of him evident even through the delicate layers of fabric still between you.

"Mine," he growled against your lips, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Say it."

"Yours," you gasped, arching into him. "Always yours, Mairon."

With a fluid motion, he pushed into you, swallowing your cry of pleasure with another searing kiss.

The forge echoed with your muffled cries and gasps as Annatar passionately claimed you. His movements were urgent, almost frantic as if he couldn't get enough of you. You clung to him desperately, your nails raking down his back as waves of pleasure washed over you.

"Mairon," you moaned, your head falling back as he trailed hot kisses down your neck. "Oh, Valar..."

He chuckled darkly against your skin. "The Valar have nothing to do with this, my love," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "This is all us."

Your reply was lost in another gasp as he shifted, hitting a spot deep inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids. The workbench creaked beneath you, tools and parchments scattering to the floor, but neither of you paid them any mind. The world had narrowed to this moment, this connection between you.

Annatar's pace quickened, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his release. You could feel your own pleasure building, a familiar tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you arched against him.

"Mori," he breathed, his voice strained with effort. You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The love and desire you saw there, mixed with something darker and possessive, pushed you over the edge.

You cried out his name as your release washed over you, your body shuddering with the intensity of it. Annatar followed moments later, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he found his own release.

For a long moment, you stayed like that, bodies intertwined, breath mingling as you both came down from your shared high. Annatar’s forehead rested against yours, his eyes closed as he savored the closeness. You ran your fingers through his hair, marveling at the silken texture, so at odds with his usual carefully controlled appearance.

As your breathing steadied, reality began to seep back in. The chill of the forge air on your heated skin, the uncomfortable press of the workbench beneath you, the scattered tools and parchments on the floor. A blush crept up your cheeks as you realized the full extent of what you'd just done.

"Mairon," you murmured, gently pushing at his shoulders. "We should... we need to clean up before someone comes in."

He chuckled softly and kissed you tenderly before pulling away. Annatar slowly withdrew from you, helping you off the workbench with surprising gentleness. He gathered the scattered tools and parchments from the floor as you straightened your clothes and smoothed your hair.

"Well, my love," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye, "I believe we've thoroughly surpassed ourselves with this one."

You felt your cheeks flush even deeper at his words. "Mairon," you chided, though there was no real reproach in your tone. "What if someone had walked in?"

He shrugged, an infuriatingly smug smile playing on his lips. "Then they would have received quite an education, I imagine."

Despite your embarrassment, you couldn't help but laugh. "You're incorrigible," you said, shaking your head fondly.

"And yet you love me," he replied, pulling you close.

You smiled up at him, unable to deny the truth of his words. "I do," you murmured, reaching up to trace his jawline. "More than I ever thought possible."

His expression softened, the teasing glint in his eyes replaced by a tender warmth. He leaned down and gently kissed your forehead. “And I, you, divine,” he whispered against your skin. “More than all the stars in Arda."

For a moment, you simply stood in each other's arms, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. The forge around you faded away, and you were transported back to those early days in Laureandor when your love was new and untainted by the shadows that would later define it.

But reality couldn't be held at bay forever. With a soft sigh, you reluctantly pulled away, smoothing down your dress once more. "We really should go," you murmured, though you made no move to leave the circle of his arms. "It's late, and we have much to prepare for tomorrow."

Annatar nodded, his fingers trailing lightly down your arm as he stepped back. "Of course," he agreed, his voice low and intimate. "Though I must admit, I'm rather tempted to whisk you away to your chambers and continue where we left off."

A shiver of desire ran through you at his words, and you had to force yourself to resist the temptation. "Behave yourself," you chided gently, though your smile betrayed your amusement. "We have responsibilities, remember?"

He sighed dramatically, a playful glint in his eye. "Ah yes, responsibilities. How terribly inconvenient they can be." He smirked, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Very well, my love. Let us return to your chambers and attempt to get some rest before dawn breaks."

You nodded, grateful for his acquiescence even as a part of you longed to take him up on his earlier offer. As you made your way towards the door, Annatar's hand came to rest at the small of your back, a possessive gesture that sent warmth through your body.

The streets of Eregion were quiet as you walked, most of its inhabitants long since retired for the night. Your footsteps echoed softly off the stone street, a rhythmic counterpoint to the beating of your heart. Despite the late hour, you felt invigorated, your body still humming with residual pleasure from your encounter in the forge.

As you approached your chambers, a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over you. The events of the past few days—the endless hours of passion, followed by the intense focus of your work in the forge—had finally caught up with you. You leaned against Annatar, grateful for his steady presence at your side.

He seemed to sense your fatigue, his arm tightening around your waist to support you. "Come, my love," he murmured, his voice gentle. "Let's get you to bed."

You nodded, too tired to argue. As soon as you entered your chambers, Annatar guided you to sit on the edge of the bed. He began to help you undress with tender care, his movements efficient yet loving. You watched him through half-lidded eyes, marveling at the contrast between this gentle attentiveness and the passionate intensity he had displayed earlier in the forge.

Once you were undressed, Annatar helped you slip into a soft nightgown before tucking you into bed. He gently kissed your forehead, his fingers caressing your cheek. "Rest now, divine," he murmured. "I'll be here when you wake."

As your eyes fluttered closed, you felt the bed dip as he settled beside you. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close against his chest. The familiar scent of him enveloped you, and you nestled deeper into his embrace with a contented sigh.

Just before sleep claimed you, you felt his lips brush against your ear. "I love you," he whispered, his voice soft and reverent. "More than you could ever know."

A smile tugged at your lips as you drifted off, feeling safe and cherished in the arms of your beloved. Tomorrow would bring a new day, and with that, your eyes closed before you slipped into the sweet land of your dreams where the golden light of Laureandor and your fiery-haired husband waited.

As dawn broke over Eregion, you stirred slowly from your slumber. The warm weight of Annatar's arm draped across your waist, his steady breathing brushing against the back of your neck. For a moment, you lay still, savoring the intimacy of the moment—the kind of peace you hadn’t dared to imagine could exist again.

But as consciousness fully returned, so did the previous day’s memories. A blush crept up your cheeks as flashes of your passionate reunion danced in your mind. The tangled limbs, whispered promises, and overwhelming closeness were still fresh, leaving you simultaneously elated and awed by the depth of what had passed between you.

Carefully, not wanting to wake him, you turned in his arms to face him. His sleeping form, so serene and vulnerable, tugged at your heart. There was an ache in your chest as you gazed at him. Though you loved him deeply in any form he took, this visage—beautiful and ethereal as it was—felt bittersweet. It wasn’t the face you had fallen in love with all those centuries ago in the glades of Beleriand.

Your fingers twitched with the urge to trace the contours of his face, to map the differences, and cherish the similarities. But you resisted, not wanting to disturb the rare tranquility of his slumber. Instead, your thoughts drifted back to those early days when Annatar had been a being of pure light and fire, his presence radiant and untainted by shadow.

You remembered the first time you had seen him, his copper hair shimmering like molten metal under the sun, his emerald eyes alive with passion and a hunger to create. Back then, the darkness within him had been faint, a distant whisper buried beneath his brilliance—a shadow no match for your light.

As if sensing your thoughts, Annatar’s eyes fluttered open. For a moment, they were unfocused, clouded with sleep, but then his gaze sharpened, locking onto yours with a depth of intensity that made your breath hitch.

“Good morning, divine,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently along your cheekbone. “What thoughts trouble you so early?”

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes briefly as you allowed his warmth to ground you. “Just… remembering,” you admitted softly. “Thinking about how things used to be.”

A shadow flickered across his face—there and gone so quickly you almost missed it. “Ah,” he said, his tone carefully neutral. “And do you find the present lacking in comparison?”

You shook your head, reaching up to cover his hand with yours. “No, not lacking,” you said firmly. “Just… different. I love you in any form you take, Mairon. You know that.”

His eyes softened, the tension in his shoulders easing at your words. “I do know,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss your forehead tenderly. “And I am grateful for it every day.”

A small smile touched your lips as you nestled closer to him. “I was just thinking about the first time I saw you,” you confessed. “In that glade outside the city when it was smaller and much younger. You were so radiant, so otherworldly. I thought you were an illusion.”

His expression turned wistful, his fingers trailing idle patterns along your skin. “I remember that day as well,” he said quietly, his voice low and filled with reminiscence. His eyes grew distant, lost in the memory. “You were like nothing I had ever seen before,” he murmured. “A vision of pure light and grace. I thought perhaps Varda herself had descended to walk among us.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his words. Even after all this time, his praise had the power to fluster you. “I was just a simple maiden,” you said, attempting to brush off his compliment. “Nothing special.”

He shook his head, a faint, affectionate smile tugging at his lips. “You were everything, Mori. From the moment I saw you, I knew my life would never be the same.”

His hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw with tender reverence. “Do you remember what you said to me that day?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” you replied, your thumb brushing against his bottom lip as you bit down softly on your own. “I told you that your silvery tongue seemed to get you into trouble.”

His lips quirked into a smirk, and he nipped playfully at the tip of your thumb. “A trait I seem to have not lost,” he teased, his voice laced with mischief.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t suppress a fond smile. “It’s true. I seem to recall it landing you in quite a bit of trouble over the years.”

His expression softened, and for a moment, the vulnerability beneath his mask of confidence shone through. “Perhaps,” he conceded quietly. “But it also brought me you. And that, my love, is worth any amount of trouble.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned in to gently kiss his lips. When you pulled back, you saw a flicker of something in his eyes—a mix of love, longing, and a shadow of sorrow.

“What is it?” you asked softly, your brows knitting with concern.

Annatar’s expression grew pensive, a shadow passing over his features. He hesitated, his fingers still tracing lazy patterns against your skin as if searching for the right words.

“Sometimes,” he began, his voice low and uncertain, “I wonder if you would have loved me still had you known from the beginning what I would become.”

The vulnerability in his tone made your chest tighten. You reached up, cupping his face and forcing him to meet your gaze. “Mairon,” you said softly but with firm conviction. “I fell in love with you—all of you. The light and the shadow, the creator and the destroyer. I’ve seen you at your best and at your worst, and I love you still.”

His eyes searched yours, doubt and hope swirling in their icy depths. “Even after everything?” he whispered. “After all the pain I’ve caused? The darkness I’ve brought into your life?”

You held his gaze, your thumbs gently brushing along his cheeks. “Even then,” you affirmed. “Our path hasn’t been easy, Mairon. There have been moments of great joy and moments of deep sorrow. But through it all, my love for you has never wavered.”

You paused, allowing your words to settle. “Do I wish things had been different? That we could have avoided the pain and darkness? Of course. But the challenges we’ve faced have shaped us and strengthened our bond. Even if I tried to distance myself from said bond, I always found my way back.”

His eyes softened further, a mixture of relief and awe washing over his face. “You are far too good for me,” he murmured, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm.

You shook your head, a gentle smile tugging at your lips. “Not too good,” you said softly. “Just right. We balance each other, Mairon. My light to your shadow, your fire to my water.”

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin as he whispered, “I don’t deserve you… but I am selfish enough to keep you anyway.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, savoring the silken feel. “It’s not about deserving,” you said softly. “Love isn’t something earned or lost. It simply is.”

Weeks later, after Durin and Disa had come and gone, the long-awaited correspondence finally arrived, setting the wheels in motion. The production of the Dwarven rings began, their creation requiring the perfect balance of craftsmanship and magic. With your abundant knowledge of the art that went into ring-making, you took your place as their designer alongside Celebrimbor. Your role was essential, ensuring each ring was perfectly woven to let the subtle nuances of power be woven seamlessly into their creation.

But you would never dare lift a hammer to mold the precious metals yourself. That task belonged to the skilled smiths, whose hands were steady and sure as they coaxed molten metal into shape. As you stood in the forge, watching them at work, the heat of the fire casting a warm glow across the room, you couldn’t help but marvel. Something was mesmerizing about the process—each strike of the hammer, each careful adjustment, a testament to their craft.

Though you had been involved in many such projects, their sheer artistry still captivated you. You found yourself drawn to the rhythmic clang of metal against metal, to the way the raw elements transformed under the skillful hands of the smiths. Even now, after all this time, the creation of something so intricate and powerful filled you with a quiet awe.

You lingered, your gaze fixed on the glowing forge, the swirling heat shimmering in the air. The energy in the room was palpable, the merging of mastery creating an almost tangible hum that resonated through your very being. It reminded you of why you had dedicated yourself to this work, of the beauty that could be born from creation rather than destruction.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Celebrimbor’s voice came softly from behind you, breaking your reverie. You turned to face him, offering a warm and inviting smile.

“You should be proud of yourself,” he continued, his tone filled with quiet admiration.

“I hardly deserve the credit,” you replied modestly. “You’re the one who has brought them to life.”

Celebrimbor chuckled, his expression kind as he touched your shoulder. “You are too modest. These are your designs, your visions coming to life, just as yours did when we created it.” His gaze shifted meaningfully to your hand, where Nenya sat gleaming faintly in the light. Its faint, melodic chime resonated in response to his words, a sound that felt both soothing and weighty.

For weeks, you had scarcely thought of the ring. You’d been too caught up in the blissful reconciliation with your husband to consider the delicate ring on your finger. Now, as its soft hum reminded you of its presence, you felt a twinge of surprise. Somehow, you’d almost forgotten it was still there.

You knew Annatar could have taken it at any time. The thought wasn’t lost on you. Yet, with the knowledge of its healing abilities and its bond to you, he had likely decided against removing it—perhaps for now, perhaps entirely. You suspected he was lying in wait, ever patient, as only one of his nature could be.

You were no fool, nor were you blind to the subtle machinations that still stirred in the depths of his mind. Your elven eyes, sharp and discerning, could see past the mask of peace he wore around you. Though subdued by the bond you shared and the love you’d rekindled, the shadowy wheels of his plans still turned. Quietly, carefully, they rolled forward, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Still, you said nothing of it to Celebrimbor, letting none of your thoughts show on your face. Instead, you glanced down at Nenya, its faint glow a reminder of both its power and the responsibility it placed upon you. Whatever Mairon’s plans, you would remain vigilant. For now, you allowed yourself to focus on the beauty of the moment and the rings taking shape before you—each one a testament to the union of craft, magic, and creation.

“Thank you,” you said softly to the elven smith, a warm smile gracing your lips.

“For what?” he asked, his brow arching slightly curious.

“For bringing me along on this journey,” you replied, your tone sincere. “It has healed a part of me I thought might always ache—the part that yearned to help rebuild. I am utterly grateful.” You reached out, taking his hand in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Of course, my lady,” he said, his voice filled with quiet humility. “It has truly been a pleasure working with you all these centuries.” He hesitated momentarily, his expression shifting slightly as a faint blush crept across his cheeks. “Though… I am not one to pry into your personal affairs, but—”

You laughed softly, the sound light and knowing as your smile widened. You could see where this was going even before he finished his thought. “Does he take away that pain?” Celebrimbor asked carefully, his voice gentle but laden with unspoken questions.

You knew immediately what he was referring to. Of course, he didn’t know the full truth—that the being who had graced his forge was none other than the man he had admired in those lighter days, the very man you had pledged yourself to beneath Varda’s stars.

“He does,” you said honestly, your voice steady but tinged with a quiet emotion. “I know it’s incredibly rare for elves to choose another, but… in some ways, he reminds me of him. And that helps.”

Celebrimbor nodded slowly, his expression flickering with a momentary sadness that he quickly masked. It was fleeting, but you saw it in his eyes—a glimpse of old wounds and long-buried grief. Yet, his face softened when he looked back at you, and he gave your hand a comforting squeeze.

“I am happy for you,” he said earnestly, his words carrying a weight of sincerity. Then, releasing your hand, he inclined his head in a respectful bow before turning to make his way toward Durin, leaving you with your thoughts.

You watched him go, a faint warmth in your chest at his blessing, though the subtle sorrow in his gaze lingered in your mind. Still, you knew that even if Celebrimbor did not fully understand your choices, his kindness and respect for you had never wavered—and for that, you were deeply grateful.

#sauron x reader #sauron #annatar x reader #annatar #trop fic #the rings of power #rings of power fic

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What's up buttercups! So, here we go—chapter one of my very first Auston Matthews series: The Benchwarmer 💕 This project is so far such a joy to work on, and I truly hope you’ll love it as much as I do 🌺 Just a quick shoutout to @laurenairay who's been so kind to help me read through all of it 🙏🏼 I won’t ramble on too much right now, so let’s just dive right in and get started. Happy reading, my darlings 💕

Tropes & warnings: inexperienced!reader x Auston Matthews, meet cute, strangers to friends, fake relationship, smut 18+, Auston x unknown female character, protected vaginal penetration

Word count: 7k

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Chapter One: The Ice King*

“Ah, Toronto. A city where hockey isn’t just a sport but a way of life, where the Maple Leafs are more than a team—they’re a legacy. And at the helm stands Auston Matthews, the newly crowned captain, shouldering the city’s hopes while wearing its spotlight like a second skin.

Dear readers, allow me to introduce: The Ice King.

Why the title you may ask? Perhaps it’s his cool, calculated demeanour or his knack for brushing off distractions as easily as he dominates on the ice. Matthews plays like a chess master—every move precise, every opponent left chasing shadows. As magnetic as he is mysterious, his heart seems encased in frost—a challenge few have tried and failed to thaw.

Of course, a king is no king without a court. Morgan Rielly is the team’s steady anchor, balancing on-ice grit with off-ice stability as a new father. Mitch Marner is the spark plug, whose TikTok antics and quick wit keep the locker room lively. And William Nylander? The effortless enigma, pairing a laid-back vibe with sharp skills that make him impossible to ignore.

But it is Matthews who remains the crown jewel of this empire. And beneath his confident exterior lies a question Toronto can’t stop asking: Is there more to the Ice King than meets the eye? Even the iciest kings have their secrets, and this columnist is determined to uncover them.

So, buckle up, Toronto. With Matthews at the helm and his court in tow, this season promises drama both on and off the ice.

Yours always,

The Benchwarmer”

October, Saturday

The roar of the crowd still echoed through the Scotiabank Arena as Auston Matthews skated to centre ice, tipping his helmet to the sea of blue-and-white jerseys. The announcer’s voice boomed over the loudspeakers:

“And tonight’s first star… with a hat trick and the game-winning goal… Auston Matthews!”

The crowd erupted again, fans on their feet as hats rained down onto the ice. Auston skated a slow loop, absorbing the energy of the moment, though his expression remained as cool as ever—a subtle nod of appreciation, a quick grin for the cameras. Inside, the adrenaline pumped through him like a second heartbeat, but on the surface? Calm, composed, untouchable.

The Ice King.

He left the ice to deafening cheers, the tunnel swallowing the sound as he made his way to the locker room. Inside, the atmosphere was electric. Teammates laughed and hollered, the smell of sweat and ice mixing with the faint tang of Gatorade. Auston barely had time to toss his helmet on the bench before Mitch Marner pounced.

“Fucking hat trick hero!” Mitch crowed, slapping Auston on the back hard enough to make him stumble. “Man, you’re really out here making the rest of us look like shit.”

“Just trying to keep you on your toes, Marner,” Auston shot back, his trademark crooked grin tugging at his lips.

“Careful, Mitchy,” William Nylander chimed in from across the room, lounging with effortless ease as he unlaced his skates. “You’re not pretty enough to survive if you lose your stats.

The room erupted in laughter as Mitch threw a rolled-up towel at William, who ducked it with a smirk. Auston shook his head, peeling off his gloves and heading toward his stall. This was his favourite part—the camaraderie, the ease of being with the guys after a win.

“Seriously, though,” Mitch continued, “three goals and you’re still out there acting like it’s just another night. How do you do it?”

Auston shrugged, dropping onto the bench in front of his stall. “Focus. Keep it simple. It’s not that deep.”

Mitch scoffed. “Not that deep, he says. Meanwhile, he’s out here playing 4D chess while the rest of us are stuck on checkers.”

“Speak for yourself,” Morgan Rielly chimed in with a grin. “Some of us still know how to play defence.”

The ribbing continued, light and familiar, until a hesitant voice cut through the noise—a rookie, debutante Dennis Hildeby, standing awkwardly near the edge of the room with his helmet clutched tightly in his hands. His cheeks were tinged with the faintest hint of pink, and the room’s attention slowly shifted toward him.

“Uh, hey, Matthews?” Dennis began, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to summon confidence. “So, uh… going home to someone special to ‘celebrate’ tonight?” His words were accompanied by an awkward grin, his attempt at cheeky humour evident.

The room fell silent for a fraction of a second, the rookie’s bold question hanging in the air like a puck suspended in slow motion. Then, almost in unison, the players erupted into laughter, their voices echoing off the walls.

“Someone special?” Mitch wheezed, doubling over with exaggerated theatrics. “Oh, buddy, you really don’t know Auston, do you?”

Max Domi leaned back against his stall, his expression caught between amusement and disbelief. “Hildeby, if you’re trying to be funny, you’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Dennis flushed a deeper shade of red, shifting his weight nervously as the guys’ laughter rolled on. Auston, leaning back casually on the bench, let the moment linger before finally speaking. His voice, as cool and collected as always, cut through the noise effortlessly.

“Nah,” Auston said with a lazy grin, his eyes locking briefly on the rookie. “Why settle for one when I’ve got plenty of options? Besides, I’ve already got everything I need right here.”

The room howled again, Mitch slapping the rookie on the back with mock sympathy. “See, rookie? That’s why he’s the Ice King. No one can even touch him.”

Dennis managed a sheepish smile, clearly unsure whether to laugh along or sink into the floor. And Auston, sensing the rookie’s embarrassment, gave him a small nod of acknowledgment.

“Don’t sweat it, kid,” Auston added, his tone lighter now. “Just focus on enjoying the win. That’s all that matters.”

“Yeah, Hildeby,” Bobby McMann piped up, his trademark smile in place. “And next time, maybe try asking questions that won’t get you roasted for a week.”

“Rookie hazing,” Ryan Reaves chimed in from across the room, chuckling. “Consider this your initiation.”

The guys teased Dennis a little longer, the banter flowing as naturally as the post-game adrenaline. Meanwhile, Auston shrugged it all off, moving to unlace his skates.

In the back of his mind, though, the nickname lingered—the Ice King. Auston had heard it enough in the past month that it no longer surprised him. He knew exactly where it had come from: The Benchwarmer, Toronto’s newest anonymous blog. The name stuck because it fit, at least on the surface. Cool, unshakable, and always in control. Auston didn’t mind it—it kept people at arm’s length, exactly where he preferred them to be.

As the conversation shifted, Auston then stood and glanced around the room. “Hey, so, anyone up for a drink or two?” he asked, his tone casual.

The responses were immediate but predictable.

“Not tonight, man,” Mitch said, zipping up his bag. “Steph’s waiting up for me.”

“Same here,” Morgan said, slinging his gear over his shoulder. “Tessa’s got her hands full with the baby. Promised her I’d be home early.”

“Kids are still up,” John Tavares added with a shrug. “And I’m on bedtime duty tonight.”

One by one, the guys offered excuses, leaving Auston to shrug it off with his usual ease. “Alright,” he said, grabbing his bag. “Guess I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

But as Auston stepped into the quiet tunnel, the echoes of laughter and camaraderie faded into the background, leaving behind a stillness that felt heavier than it should. The rookie’s question lingered in his mind, uninvited, bouncing around the empty space like a puck he couldn’t quite clear from his zone. He shook his head, as if the motion could dispel the thought, and kept walking.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, he exhaled deeply and let the hum of the car engine fill the silence. His hand instinctively reached for his phone, his thumb swiping across the screen as he scrolled through social media. And as expected, the headlines were already everywhere, their predictability oddly comforting.

“Auston Matthews Leads Leafs to Victory… Again.”

The words were bold, triumphant, paired with a snapshot of him mid-celebration; stick raised high and an intense fire in his eyes. A flicker of pride ignited in his chest as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. This—the accolades, the adoration—this was what it was all about.

Leaning back against the seat, he stared at the screen for a moment longer before tossing the phone onto the passenger side. The roar of the crowd, the endless headlines, the magnetic pull of his name in lights—this was the life he’d chosen, and it had chosen him in return.

He couldn’t afford to think about his teammates heading home to their partners, their families, the warmth that seemed to follow them out of the arena. Relationships weren’t for him, and he was fine with that. More than fine. Love, commitments, late-night talks—those were things that happened in some other version of life, for some other guy.

Auston smirked to himself, shifting the car into gear. And as he drove out into the night, the city stretched before him like an endless rink, ready for him to dominate. The road ahead promised another day of glory, another game, and another headline where his name was the only one that mattered.

Meanwhile, the cosy bar was a gem tucked into the quieter streets of downtown Toronto, with dim lighting, warm wooden accents, and the soft hum of jazz spilling through the speakers. String lights strung across the ceiling added a romantic glow, casting flickering shadows across tables crowded with glasses of wine and plates of shared appetizers. It was the kind of place that felt like a sanctuary, where conversations could unfold freely, untethered from the demands of the outside world.

You sat at a corner booth with your best friends, Jess, and Maya. Jess, ever the protector, was perched on the leather seat beside you, her sharp gaze scanning the room with the confidence of someone who could handle anything life threw at her. Across from you, Maya twirled her wine glass in her hand, her gold bangles jingling softly. Her bright smile and easy laugh were as infectious as always, a buoyant energy that balanced Jess’s steady presence.

“You’ve been quiet,” Jess said, her eyes narrowing as she studied you. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you replied quickly, though the word came out too flat to be convincing. You sipped your wine, the crisp white swirling against your tongue. “Work’s just been… busy.”

Maya snorted. “When isn’t it? You’re practically running that PR department single-handedly. Your managers should be grovelling at your feet by now.”

“Seriously,” Jess agreed, setting down her glass with a firm clink. “You’ve been bending over backwards for them, and they haven’t even hinted at a promotion yet? That’s bullshit.”

You shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite the knot forming in your stomach. “It’s not like I’m the only one working hard.”

Jess arched a brow. “Oh, please. You’re doing more than working hard—you’re carrying that place. They’d be lost without you.”

“True,” Maya chimed in, leaning forward, her elbows resting on the table. “But they don’t deserve you if they can’t see it. Honestly, if I had your drive, I’d be running my own company by now.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Thanks for the pep talk, guys.”

“It’s not a pep talk. It’s facts,” Jess said, her tone firm. “You’ve got talent, ambition, and brains. And let’s not forget, you’re gorgeous. The whole package.”

Maya grinned flirtatiously. “Speaking of gorgeous… let’s talk about your love life.”

You groaned, setting your glass down and leaning back against the booth. “Do we have to?”

“Yes,” Maya said, undeterred. “It’s been forever since you went on a date. Or are you hiding someone from us?”

Jess smirked. “She’s not hiding anyone. She’s just… selective. Which isn’t a bad thing.”

“I’m not being selective,” you protested, though the defensive edge in your voice betrayed you. “I’m just… busy. Work takes up so much time, and honestly, dating feels like another full-time job.”

Maya gave you a knowing look, her head tilting slightly. “But it’s not just work, is it?”

The atmosphere shifted slightly, the lightness of the conversation giving way to something deeper. You hesitated, your fingers tracing the rim of your glass as you searched for the right words.

“It’s not that I don’t want to date,” you admitted finally, your voice quieter now. “I do. I want… all of it. A family, a partner. Someone to share my life with…”

“But?” Jess prompted gently, her expression softening.

You exhaled, the weight of your thoughts pressing against your chest. “I don’t know. It’s like… I can never get past a certain point. The dates are fine, the conversations are nice, but then it always leads to… you know.”

Maya’s brows lifted knowingly. “Sex?”

You nodded, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “Yeah. And it’s not that I don’t want it or anything. It’s just… I don’t know if I’d even be any good at it. I mean, it’s not like I’ve… been with a ton of guys.”

Maya tilted her head, looking genuinely baffled. “Wait, hold up. Why not? Look at you—you’re gorgeous and sexy as hell!”

You gave a small, self-conscious smile. “Thanks, but… I guess I’ve always wanted to be seen as more than that. Besides, I’ve just never really… enjoyed it. Not the way people make it out to be, anyway.”

Jess frowned, her protective instincts kicking in. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you said, forcing a small laugh to lighten the mood, “that I’ve never had this life-changing, earth-shattering experience everyone seems to rave about. It’s always just… okay. Sometimes less than okay.”

Maya’s expression softened, her teasing demeanour giving way to genuine concern. “Oh, babe. That’s not your fault. You’ve just been with the wrong guys.”

“Maybe,” you said, though the doubt lingered in your voice. “Or maybe it’s just… me. I’ve read about it, I’ve heard people talk about it, but it all feels so… exaggerated. Like it’s something people make up to sound interesting.”

“First of all,” Jess said firmly, “it’s not you. And second, you’re allowed to want more. You shouldn’t settle for anything less than a partner who makes you feel safe, appreciated, and, yes, excited.”

Maya nodded, her eyes sparkling with encouragement. “And when you find that person, trust me, the whole ‘earth-shattering’ thing will make sense. It’s not a myth.”

You smiled faintly, though the knot in your chest didn’t fully loosen. You still thought about the idea of meeting someone - the someone. Which had you think about your family—the picture-perfect siblings who seemed to have it all figured out. Two older brothers, married with kids, their lives mapped out in tidy perfection. Two younger sisters - twins - who looked up to you as a role model, even though you often felt like you were stumbling in the dark.

And then there was your mother, her gentle nudges often cloaked in loving concern. “You don’t want to wait too long,” she’d say during her weekly calls, her tone careful but insistent. “You’ll want to start a family sooner rather than later.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t want what they had. You did. But it felt so far out of reach, like a dream you weren’t sure how to chase.

“Thanks, guys,” you said softly, your smile growing a little more genuine. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Jess raised her glass. “To not settling for anything less than you deserve.”

“And to finding someone who appreciates all of you,” Maya added, clinking her glass against Jess’s.

You laughed, lifting your own glass to join theirs. “And to surviving another week without losing my mind.”

The three of you laughed together, the sound blending with the soft hum of the bar around you. For now, at this moment, the weight on your shoulders felt just a little lighter. And as you sipped your wine, you silently hoped that someday, you’d find a way to balance the life you had with the life you dreamed of.

Monday -

The morning light spilled through the windows of the Maple Leafs’ practice facility, illuminating the sleek media room where Auston Matthews sat behind a table adorned with microphones and recording devices. The team’s logo loomed large on the backdrop behind him, a reminder of the pressure and pride that came with wearing the captain’s “C.” Auston, dressed in a loose navy suit and crisp white shirt, exuded calm confidence as he leaned back slightly in his chair, his elbows resting casually on the table.

Reporters filled the room, their recording device ready, cameras rolling, and questions ready to fire. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, a blend of admiration and curiosity directed entirely at Auston. His reputation as a media darling was well-earned; he knew how to navigate the spotlight with ease, never giving too much away but always leaving enough to satisfy.

The first question came from a seasoned journalist sitting near the front, his notepad already half-filled. “Auston, another stellar performance Saturday night. Hat trick and a game-winning goal—how are you feeling about the team’s momentum this season?”

Auston leaned forward slightly, his posture open and engaged. “I think we’re in a good spot,” he said smoothly, his deep voice carrying across the room. “The guys are working hard, and the chemistry in the locker room is solid. It’s still early in the season, but I like where we’re headed.”

The next question came from a younger reporter, her enthusiasm shining through. “How does it feel stepping into the captaincy this year? Has it changed the way you approach the game?”

Auston offered a small smile, the kind that hinted at both humility and self-assurance. “It’s definitely an honour, and I take the responsibility seriously. But at the end of the day, my focus is on doing what’s best for the team. Whether that’s on the ice or in the locker room, it’s about supporting the guys and making sure we’re all pushing each other to be better.”

He spoke with the ease of someone who’d done this a hundred times before. His answers were polished but not rehearsed, thoughtful but not overly revealing. Each response reinforced the image he’d cultivated: a leader, a professional, a man in control.

And as the questions continued, Auston praised his teammates generously. He spoke of Mitch Marner’s creative playmaking, William Nylander’s composure under pressure, and Morgan Rielly’s steady leadership on the blue line. “We trust each other out there,” he said, his tone earnest. “That’s what makes us strong. It’s not only about individual stats—it’s about the team, about finding ways to win together.”

The reporters nodded along, jotting down notes and exchanging glances. Auston Matthews knew how to own a room. His presence was magnetic, his confidence almost regal. If the rink was his kingdom, this was his court—a space where he ruled with a perfect blend of charm and authority.

But then, inevitably, came the question that had nothing to do with hockey.

“Auston,” a reporter began, her tone lighter but edged with curiosity. “You’ve had an incredible start to the season, and your leadership has been praised across the league. But fans are curious—what’s life like off the ice? Is there someone special cheering you on?”

The question hung in the air, a ripple of intrigue passing through the room. But Auston didn’t flinch, didn’t shift uncomfortably in his seat. Instead, he leaned back slightly, his posture still relaxed, and let a small, knowing grin tug at the corner of his mouth.

“Well,” he said after a pause, his tone as smooth as ever, “I’ve got a pretty special relationship with hockey. It’s been there for me since day one.”

The room chuckled softly at his response, a masterful dodge that revealed nothing while still entertaining. Auston’s grin widened just enough to let them know he was in control of the narrative.

Another reporter, emboldened by his light-hearted answer, pressed on. “So, no one waiting for you at home after those hat tricks? No lucky charm in the stands?”

Auston chuckled, shaking his head. “I think the fans are my lucky charm. As long as they’re in the stands, I’m good.”

With that, the topic shifted back to hockey, the reporters understanding that they’d get no personal revelations from Auston Matthews today. He steered the conversation effortlessly back to the team’s upcoming schedule, their focus on the next game, and the importance of staying consistent. By the time the session ended, the media left satisfied, their notebooks filled with quotes that showcased Auston’s confidence and charisma.

And as the room emptied, Auston leaned back in his chair, exhaling softly. He’d handled the questions just as he always did—like a pro.

“Ah, Auston Matthews, our ever-elusive Ice King. Polished, poised, and utterly impenetrable when the questions turn personal. At today’s media session, Matthews delivered the usual—a flawless blend of charm, humility, and team-first sound bites. But when asked about life off the ice, he deflected with a grin sharper than his slapshot, quipping about his ‘special relationship with hockey.’

Classic Auston. Always in control, always just out of reach. But here’s the thing about ice: even the thickest layers crack under the right pressure. So, the question remains—will anyone ever thaw the Ice King, or will Matthews keep skating circles around us all? - The Benchwarmer”

The late afternoon sunlight streamed into Auston’s sleek condo, bouncing off the polished surfaces and minimalist decor. He leaned back against his oversized sectional couch, his legs stretched out, phone balanced on his knee as the familiar sound of a FaceTime ringtone filled the air. The screen lit up with a photo of his mother, Ema, the word Mom displayed in bold. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he swiped to answer.

“Hola, mijo!” Ema's warm, animated voice greeted him the moment her face appeared on the screen. She was in the kitchen, a bright space filled with the comforting clutter of family life—potted plants on the windowsill, a stack of dishes drying by the sink, and a half-finished jigsaw puzzle spread across the dining table.

“Hey, Mama,” Auston said, his voice softening in a way it rarely did elsewhere. “What’s going on?”

“Not much,” she replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Just wanted to check in and see how my favourite captain is doing.”

Auston chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m your only captain, Mom.”

“That’s why you��re my favourite,” she said with a sly grin.

Before he could reply, his older sister Alex’s face popped into the frame, her eyes bright with mischief. “And the most mysterious one, too. What’s up, Ice King?”

“Alex,” Auston groaned, rolling his eyes as his mother swatted at Alex with a dish towel.

“Stop teasing your brother,” she said, though her own smile betrayed her amusement.

“What? It’s a good nickname!” Alex protested, laughing as she dodged another playful swat. “Everyone’s talking about it. You’re like, the city’s most eligible bachelor or something.”

“Yeah, well, the city needs to find a new hobby,” Auston said dryly, though his lips twitched in a reluctant smile.

“Don’t listen to her,” his mother said, shooing Alex away before turning her attention back to Auston. “You were amazing the other night. I saw the highlights—hat trick and everything. Your dad’s been showing the clips to anyone who’ll watch.”

“Of course, he has,” Auston said, grinning. “How is he?”

“Good. He’s out golfing right now, probably losing to Uncle John,” she said with a laugh. “But he’s so proud of you. We all are.”

They chatted easily for a while, falling into the natural rhythm of family catch-ups. His mother asked about his training, his teammates, and how he was adjusting to the captaincy. Auston answered each question with the same ease he had during his media session, his tone light and confident.

But as the conversation wound down, Ema’s expression softened, a thoughtful look crossing her face.

“You know,” she began, her voice quieter now, “someone asked me the other day if you were dating anyone.”

Auston stilled, though he kept his face neutral. “Oh, yeah?” he said casually, leaning back further against the couch.

“Yes,” she said, her gaze steady. “They said, ‘With how much Auston’s achieved, I hope he’s got someone special to share it with.’ And I didn’t know what to tell them.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You can tell them I’ve got hockey. That’s special enough.”

His mother smiled, but there was a knowing glint in her eyes. “Mijo, hockey’s wonderful. But it’s not everything. You’ve worked so hard, and we’re so proud of you, but success is even sweeter when you have someone to share it with. Someone who loves you for who you are, not what you’ve accomplished.”

Auston’s jaw tightened slightly, though he kept his tone light. “I’m happy, Mom. Really. I’ve got everything I need.”

“I know you’re happy,” she said gently. “But there’s a difference between being happy and being fulfilled. And you deserve both.”

Her words hung in the air, and for a fleeting moment, Auston felt something stir in his chest—a flicker of… something. It wasn’t discomfort exactly, but it wasn’t entirely welcome either. He shifted his weight, glancing away from the screen.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said finally, his voice even, a small grin tugging at his lips. “But for now, I think I’m good.”

Ema sighed, though her smile didn’t waver. “Alright, mijo. I won’t push. Just promise me you’ll keep your heart open, okay? Life has a funny way of surprising you.”

“Promise,” he said, the word slipping out automatically.

They wrapped up the call soon after, exchanging goodbyes and promises to talk again soon. And when the screen went dark, Auston leaned back against the couch, his phone resting on his chest. The quiet of the room felt heavier now, her words lingering like the fading notes of a song.

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head as if to clear it. Relationships, love, family—those things were fine for other people. His teammates seemed happy enough with their picture-perfect lives, but Auston? He thrived on independence, on the freedom to focus on his career without distractions.

“Open heart,” he muttered to himself, his lips curving into a faint smirk. “Right.”

At your end of the city, the soft hum of your apartment was a comforting backdrop as you lounged on the sofa, your legs tucked beneath you and a steaming cup of tea resting on the coffee table. The warm glow of a nearby lamp illuminated the room, casting a cosy light over your laptop screen, which you’d been half-heartedly scrolling through for the past hour.

However, just as you were about to close your laptop and call it a night, a notification chimed. An email from your boss, mr. Manion, slid into your inbox with the subject line: “More hands needed – This Weekend’s Event.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You straightened in your seat, the weight of the email’s importance pressing down before you even opened it. Clicking on the message, you scanned the text quickly, your eyes narrowing in concentration.

“This weekend’s MLSE charity gala (Sunday, Oct. 20th, 2024) will require all hands-on deck. You’ll be a part of the leading PR team on-site, ensuring the players stick to their interview schedules, managing media relations, and overseeing the event’s overall success. Your job is to keep the atmosphere professional, positive, and well-organised. It’s a high-profile event, and I’m counting on you to deliver.”

A mixture of nerves and excitement coursed through you. It was a significant responsibility—one that could either prove your capability or highlight any cracks under pressure. This wasn’t just another task; it was your chance to shine, to solidify your place as a reliable asset in the PR department. The Raptors, Argonauts, Marlies, and most importantly, the Maple Leafs were Toronto’s pride, and this event would undoubtedly attract a sea of media attention. If you could pull it off seamlessly, it might finally convince your bosses you were ready for bigger things.

You set your laptop aside and leaned back against the cushions, exhaling slowly. The idea of wrangling players—high-profile athletes with big egos and tight schedules—wasn’t exactly thrilling. You’d never been a fan of sports, much less hockey, and your knowledge of the Maple Leafs extended only to what you’d skimmed in headlines. But it wasn’t about them; it was about your career.

“What could go wrong?” you thought wryly, though a tiny voice in the back of your mind whispered otherwise.

Tuesday -

The city lights twinkled faintly against the inky darkness of the Toronto skyline, casting a soft glow through the windows of Auston Matthews’ condo. Inside, the quiet hum of the space was broken only by the low murmur of his TV, a forgotten background to the earlier sounds of banter and button-mashing during a casual NHL ’24 session with Matthew Knies. The laughter had faded, leaving behind the familiar emptiness of the evening—a void Auston had learned to ignore but never entirely escape.

He leaned back on the sofa, phone in hand, scrolling through his contacts with a practiced indifference. The list of names—or nicknames, really—blurred past his gaze. None of them sparked a connection, but that wasn’t what he was looking for anyway. This wasn’t about intimacy or meaning. It was about routine, a need as familiar as lacing up his skates before a game.

So, with a few quick taps, he sent a message. No pleasantries. No hesitation. He didn’t need them, and neither did she. And just moments later, his phone buzzed with the answer he expected.

Half an hour later, a knock at the door signalled her arrival. Auston moved to answer it, his face unreadable as he pulled the door open. She stood there, her lips painted a deep pink, her coat clinging to her curves like a deliberate choice. She smiled up at him, a little too eager, and he nodded, stepping aside to let her in without a word.

With sensual movements, she slid off her coat, revealing even more of the polished perfection she had so carefully prepared. Auston noticed it, sure, but it didn’t stir anything deeper than a fleeting appreciation. She wasn’t here for conversation or connection. She was here because he had asked, and they both knew what came next.

In the dim light of his bedroom, she moved toward him with the same calculated confidence he had come to expect. Her hands traced over his chest; her smile coy as she leaned in. He let her take the lead for a moment, his hands resting lightly on her hips before he guided her back toward the bed. His movements were sure, practiced, his grip firm as he turned her away from him and positioned her the way he preferred.

Doggy style. It was impersonal, yet the feeling was good. Perfect.

She gasped as he thrust into her with a powerful force, her moans filling the space with a sound that should have been enticing but barely registered in his mind. His focus was elsewhere—on the rhythm, on the sensations, on the chase for that fleeting high. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his palms meeting her skin with a sharp crack as he smacked her cheek. Her cries grew louder, exaggerated, though he didn’t care to decipher whether they were real or not.

It felt good, he couldn’t deny that. He just didn’t care which pussy he had wrapped around him. Her body moved against his, pliant and willing, following every shift of his weight as though she knew exactly what he needed. He kept his gaze low, avoiding her face, his thoughts deliberately blank. This wasn’t about her. It wasn’t about anyone.

His breaths grew heavier as he picked up the pace, the heat building between them in a steady crescendo. The coil of tension tightened in his core, every thrust bringing him closer to the edge. His grip on her skin grew harder, his fingers digging into her as his movements became erratic, merciless, and vigorous.

He didn’t even consider how she was feeling at that moment. Did she reach an orgasm or not? Probably. Auston knew his way around a female body. He always had. So, he simply kept on going, pounding harder and faster as he felt the rush building. And then, with a guttural growl, the tension snapped. The release washed over him in a rush of sensation, spilling into the latex, his body stilling as he let out a shuddering exhale.

It was good—satisfying, even. But as the euphoria dulled, it was the same hollow aftermath he always felt. He stepped back, pulling away without hesitation as she turned to face him, her smile tentative, her eyes searching his face for something unspoken.

But Auston’s expression didn’t change. He simply offered her a polite nod, his voice calm as he said, “Thanks,” before he moved to the bathroom to discard the condom.

It wasn’t cold, but it was final. And she seemed to understand, gathering her things quickly. Yet, at the door, she hesitated, glancing back as though hoping for more. Auston stood still, his posture relaxed, his gaze steady but distant. And with a faint, resigned smile, she slipped out into the night, leaving him alone once again.

The quiet of his condo wrapped around him like a familiar weight as he moved to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water. He stared out at the glittering city, the glass cool in his hand as he sipped. The release had dulled the restlessness, but only slightly. It was enough. It had to be.

Auston loved the way women threw themselves at him. How they lined up, eager to please him, even if they didn’t matter to him. It was the confidence boost he was thriving on.

He set the glass down with a soft clink, running a hand through his hair before heading toward his bedroom. He didn’t need more than this. The attention, the freedom, the fleeting moments that required nothing from him—they were all he wanted.

Weren’t they?

Sunday -

The day of the MLSE Gala had arrived, and with it came the predictable chaos of your wardrobe crisis. You stood in the middle of your bedroom, surrounded by a sea of rejected options—skirts, blouses, blazers—all tossed haphazardly across your bed. The pressure was palpable. This wasn’t just any event; this was your chance to prove yourself to your bosses and solidify your reputation as a capable PR manager. You needed to look the part.

Professional yet approachable. Polished but not uptight. It had to strike the perfect balance.

You groaned, running a hand through your hair as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Nothing felt right. The blazer made you look too severe, the dress too casual, and the fitted pencil skirt seemed to scream try-hard. You couldn’t afford to make the wrong impression tonight—not in a room full of high-profile athletes and media.

Defeated, you reached for your phone and hit Jess’s number on speed dial. Your lifeline, your saviour in moments like this.

“Let me guess,” Jess said as soon as she picked up, her tone laced with humour. “Wardrobe crisis?”

“Desperate,” you admitted, your voice bordering on frantic. “I need to look professional but not intimidating. Approachable but not too casual. And I can’t figure out how to pull it all together.”

Jess’s laugh was warm and familiar, a grounding force amidst your panic. “Alright, take a deep breath. Let’s fix this. What options are we working with?”

You rattled off the items strewn across your bed, and Jess listened patiently, occasionally humming thoughtfully. After a few minutes of deliberation, she declared, “Go with the cream blouse. You know, the one with the subtle pleats at the front? Pair it with the tailored black trousers. They make your legs look incredible. Add your nude heels and the pearl earrings I gave you last year. Simple, chic, and professional.”

You pulled the suggested pieces from the chaos, holding them up to the light. Jess had a point. The blouse was soft and elegant, the trousers sleek and structured. Together, they struck the perfect balance you’d been aiming for.

“And for makeup?” you asked, biting your lip as you surveyed your reflection.

“Keep it natural,” Jess instructed. “Just enough foundation for an even glow, a touch of blush, mascara to make your eyes pop, and—wait for it—a bold lip. Go for that berry shade you love. It’ll tie everything together without screaming ‘look at me.’”

“Hair?” you prompted, still uncertain.

“Half-up, half-down,” Jess said without missing a beat. “It’s polished but still soft. Trust me, you’ll look amazing.”

With her guidance, you quickly pulled yourself together. The blouse and trousers fit perfectly, the nude heels adding just enough height to make you feel confident. Your makeup was subtle yet radiant, the berry lipstick a perfect pop of colour. As you secured your hair into the suggested style, you felt a small surge of relief.

You stepped back to assess the final result in the mirror. The woman staring back at you looked confident, composed, and ready for whatever the evening had in store.

“Thanks, Jess,” you said sincerely, your nerves starting to settle. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“Always,” she replied. “Now go knock ‘em dead. And text me if anything juicy happens.”

Hanging up, you grabbed your clutch and took a steadying breath. The gala awaited, and so did the challenge of managing some of the biggest personalities in the city. You weren’t sure what to expect, but as you headed out the door, one thing was certain: you were ready to prove yourself.

The grand ballroom of the MLSE charity gala was alive with energy, a buzzing mix of clinking glasses, soft jazz from the live band, and the hum of conversations. The golden light from the chandeliers bathed the room in a warm glow, reflecting off polished silverware and glittering sequins. Servers wove through the crowd with trays of delicate hors d’oeuvres and champagne flutes, their movements seamless, almost choreographed. Guests, clad in tuxedos and designer gowns, mingled effortlessly, their laughter rising and falling like waves.

You stood near the edge of the room, clipboard in hand, your heels clicking softly on the marble floor as you moved with purpose. Every detail of the evening had been orchestrated by you and your team, and so far, everything was running smoothly. The players had arrived on time, reporters were getting their pre-approved interviews, and the event’s schedule remained mercifully intact.

Mr. Manion, however, wasn’t content to let you breathe easily. Like a shadow, he appeared at your side every few minutes, a perpetual reminder of the evening’s stakes.

“This event is a big deal,” he repeated, his tone brisk as his sharp eyes scanned the room for any sign of trouble. “And Auston Matthews is our headliner. Make sure everything runs perfectly around him. No delays, no hiccups.”

“Understood,” you replied, your tone neutral though your patience was thinning. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Did he think you didn’t understand the weight of this night?

And then, as if on cue, Auston Matthews made his entrance.

Fashionably late, of course.

You spotted him immediately, his tall frame cutting through the crowd with ease. His grey checked suit was impeccably tailored, fitting him like it had been made for this very moment. The tie at his collar was slightly loosened, giving him a look that was equal parts polished and effortless. His dark hair was styled with just enough precision to suggest he hadn’t tried too hard, and his trademark smirk was firmly in place. It was the kind of entrance that turned heads, silenced conversations, and pulled all the room’s energy toward him.

“There he is,” your boss muttered, relief and exasperation mingling in his voice. “Go make sure he’s on schedule. And remember, Matthews is the star tonight.”

You sighed internally, nodding as you made your way toward the hockey star himself. Weaving through the clusters of guests, you could feel the shift in atmosphere as people noticed him. Auston greeted those he passed with casual nods and handshakes, his charisma practically radiating off him.

“Mr. Matthews,” you called, your voice steady and polite as you approached.

His eyes found yours, and for a moment, you felt the weight of his gaze. It was sharp, assessing, with a flicker of amusement that set you on edge.

“Welcome,” you said, tilting your chin up slightly. “We need to get you to the first interview.”

Auston turned fully toward you, his smirk deepening as he looked you up and down. “And who are you?” he asked, his tone teasing.

“I’m here to make sure everything runs smoothly tonight,” you replied evenly, refusing to rise to the bait. “And right now, that means getting you to your interviews.”

He tilted his head slightly, his smirk growing. “Ah, the event babysitter. Got it.”

You clenched your clipboard just a little tighter, forcing yourself to remain professional. “If you’ll follow me, Mr. Matthews.”

“Lead the way, boss,” he said with a lazy grin, falling into step beside you.

Throughout the evening, your paths crossed repeatedly. Auston completed his interviews with practiced charm, his grin widening just enough to disarm the reporters. But in the moments between his media obligations, he seemed to delight in teasing you.

“So,” he said at one point, leaning casually against a table, “do you always take your job this seriously?”

“Someone has to,” you replied without looking up from your clipboard. “You take your job seriously, as I do mine.”

“Fair enough,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “You’re very good at keeping me in line.”

“It’s my job,” you shot back, though a small, reluctant smile tugged at your lips before you could stop it.

His grin widened, eyes glinting with mischief. “Hmm. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied, keeping your tone professional, though his casual confidence made it harder to maintain your usual composure.

“I like that,” he said, the words rolling off his tongue with an infuriating ease. His smirk deepened, as though he’d already decided on something. “I think I might keep you around.”

You raised an eyebrow, the corners of your mouth twitching despite yourself. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Matthews. I’m just here to keep you on schedule.”

“We’ll see about that, boss,” he said smoothly, his grin lingering as you turned on your heel and walked away.

Hours passed, the event continuing without a hitch. Guests laughed and mingled, the players shone in the spotlight, and you managed to keep everything running on time. Even Auston, for all his cocky remarks, stayed mostly on track.

However, just then, near the end of the night, just as you thought you might make it through unscathed, the evening took an unexpected turn.

You were walking briskly across the room, clipboard in hand, when a waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes backed into you near the back of the room. The collision was sudden yet subtle enough for no one to notice, sending you stumbling backward, your arms flailing for balance.

Before you could hit the ground though, a pair of strong hands caught you, steadying you with surprising ease.

You looked up, your heart racing, and found yourself face-to-face with none other than Auston Matthews. His hands gripped your waist firmly, his dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made the breath catch in your throat. His smirk was back, softer this time, a deliberate curve of his lips that seemed to say he was enjoying this moment far too much.

“Careful there,” he said, his voice low and steady, laced with amusement. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself, boss.”

Your cheeks burned as you quickly straightened, brushing off your trousers in a vain attempt to regain your composure. Fortunately, no one seemed to have noticed. “Thank you,” you managed, your tone sharper than intended. “I guess.”

“Anytime,” he replied, his overly confident grin widening. “Just happy to help.”

You tried to step away, but his gaze lingered, a weight you couldn’t quite shake. The moment stretched, charged with something unspoken, before you turned on your heel and walked away, your heart pounding in your chest.

Unbeknownst to you, someone across the room had captured the brief encounter on camera. The way Auston’s hands steadied you, the look he gave you, the faint flush on your cheeks—it was all there, frozen in a snapshot that would soon find its way into the public eye.

For now, though, you focused on finishing the event. Professionalism was your armour, and you wore it well. But as the night wound down, you couldn’t shake the feeling of Auston’s hands on your waist or the way his smirk seemed to linger, a spark of something you weren’t ready to name.

“Oh, Toronto, how you never disappoint. Where the drama off the ice is as captivating as the slapshots on it. While the MLSE charity gala delivered all the elegance and grandeur one would expect, it was the night’s unanticipated moments that stole the show. Auston Matthews, our ever-dazzling Ice King, made his grand entrance, but it wasn’t his impeccable suit or practiced charm that had tongues wagging.

No, dear readers, the highlight came later, when our frosty captain was spotted in an unexpectedly… warm moment. A clumsy stumble, a perfectly timed catch, and a look that lingered just a touch too long—Matthews and a mystery woman became the evening’s most talked-about pairing. And, of course, your intrepid columnist was watching.

Who is she? A new flame, a fleeting intrigue, or perhaps simply someone who managed to spark the curiosity of a man who’s notoriously hard to pin down? While Auston’s hands on her waist and that tell-tale smirk suggested something more, our Ice King remained as enigmatic as ever, leaving the room with more questions than answers.

But let’s not forget the rest of the Maple Leafs, who mingled with their usual flair. From Matthew Knies’ light-hearted quips to Joseph Woll’s effortlessly sweet demeanour, the boys brought their charm to the gala. And yet, despite their best efforts, it was Auston and his mystery woman who stole the spotlight—and maybe a few camera flashes.

So, Toronto, as we await the next development in this unfolding story, keep your eyes on the rink and your hearts in the game. After all, the only thing more thrilling than a hat trick is the possibility of a new queen melting the Ice King’s frosty exterior.

Yours always,

The Benchwarmer”

#The Benchwarmer #inexperienced!reader x Auston #auston matthews fanfic #Toronto maple leafs fanfic #nhl fanfiction #nhl romance #nhl imagines

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muninnhuginn · 3 days ago

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also throwing out a few wild thoughts here after watching the new ep:

why is everyone so weird when hearing cwm's name? as we've seen cwm's thing here seems to be that he 'wants to do better by these kids' (let's ignore the safeguarding issues about saying he wants to be their friends when a teacher a sec). so, speculation: cwm deliberately takes the fall for the actual arsonist who'll likely be either xia fei or wang qing?

and yeah as everyone has picked up on cxs knows way too much to survive this loop - not sure how they're gonna play his death or if they'll specifically tie it up to s2 finale but only a week to go now

lu guang is the subtlest wdym. 'yeah like if we high five we can probably share powers' bestie what. (on a related note, his bit about 'powers are just like traits' vibed really mob psycho to me. I wonder if it's what past cxs 'taught' him about his powers after he'd grown up thinking of them in a less positive way)

said this already in another post but "what's the point in waiting if there's no hope?" is definitely a thematic string to pull on

cheng xiaoshi gets the speech/verbal understanding language module of whoever he possesses but not the written understanding. this is pure trivia, but still interesting to know. we know from his later interaction with vein that he sure doesn't retain the language knowledge after the fact

lu guang and cheng xiaoshi losing connection again during the dive. the show always make a point of highlighting when this happens. was trying to figure out if any other powers could be interfering here as happened with the twins, but touch-wise at least, it seems... unlikely? (though can't rule out other power interference entirely) but if anything, the way lu guang was sweating when we got the focus back to him after the connection rejoined makes it seem like this was an issue on his end (one which ig resulted in cxs having to improvise and therefore get caught from a show perspective). lu guang being ill affecting his powers tracks with what he said pre-twins dive in s2 though. even though the connection itself was likely lost due to the twins, he was still struggling to see everything that happened in the photo before that. I wonder if we'll return to this as a plot point at any point, the idea that lu guang being ill or injured can mess with his powers - there was a post the other day (I think by @ sunslants) about it being neat if lu guang fainted in yingdu because his whole body is giving out under this power, and whilst idk how *likely* that is in canon, it'd definitely add a new deadline to things, if lu guang has to resolve everything before his whole body just gives out

oh yeah seems like vein knows whatever it is that xia fei also knows about the arson. not super surprising but potential motive forming ig?

cheng xiaoshi getting out his feelings to his dad in the form of wang qing was very good but the whole time lu guang was like "yeah sorry I didn't give you a heads up" I was there head in hands like "lu guang. please. this is your MO at this point"

still no answer about cxs' mum and why she followed after cwm then *also* vanished (tbh even the fact cwm up and went full no contact with cxs has me like ??? but I can't tell if we're meant to just let that be or question it further). it feels like there's way more to this, but hard to see how that plus everything else is getting resolved in the one episode we have left

"You're a total control freak" "That's because of you." Lu Guang....

Basketball halo'd Lu Guang when he asked Cheng Xiaoshi to do ibuprofen together....

Cheng Xiaoshi wanting to get revenge on the bullies and Lu Guang instantly responding along the lines of "well, hey, they're all gonna die soon" cracked me up. Was probably meant to be more of an "oof" but. I laughed.

#link click #link click spoilers #shiguang dailiren spoilers #probably forgetting some stuff but yeah these are base thoughts after the ep #oh yeah not mentioned anything wrt 'language school' being code for those with powers (+ if so curious if lx knows more).#I could see it being the case (+ would open up possibilities for why the connection cut out during the exam)#but just as there's nothing really /against/ the idea I think there's also nothing properly /for/ it at this point.#so just holding it as a nebulous possibility in my head for now

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tommygotwrittenoff · 5 months ago

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i need eddie to get another guy friend in season 8, and buck loses his shit about it (again), so he breaks up with t because he's convinced that the weird feeling he gets when he sees them together is because he is Really attracted to the new guy.

#like things with t are fine cuz he likes exploring this new side of himself even if t doesnt always match his energy but whatever its fun #and maybe at work chim is the one who brings up eddies new friend and he is immediately just. what new friend?#chim laughs and says. tbf last time eddie got a new friend you attacked him so you could date his friend. hes probably keeping it to himsel #and bucks like. dude what. that was. yeah it was shitty of me but it was a one time thing. i wont do it again...#and when eddie shows up for shift buck immediately asks about his new friend and eddie tells him about the guy without hesitation #after shift tho buck is like. why didnt you tell me about him? after t i get why you dont want to but im just. you dont have to worry man.#buck. i know. im not worried. anyway he and i are gonna head to a bar to catch the game. you want to come with? you can bring t if hes free #oh. thats. thatd be okay? i dont want to idk ruin the vibe by bringing a date #nah man. itll be fine #and so he and t go to the bar and eddies already inside with the new friend and its Fine. its Great actually because t gets along with eddi #and the new guy and the new guy makes eddie laugh and doesnt miss a beat and knows more about the teams record this season than buck and #buck is doing Fine. this guys smile is big and his eyes are bright and when he laughs he sorta leans into eddies space alittle and its Fine #the night ends and buck and t go back to his apartment and buck cant stop thinking about that guys hand when it clapped down on eddies #shoulder or the look on his face as he teased eddie about the beer he drinks (cuz its kinda bad but only buck can say that) and buck Cant.#he wants that guy. he wants his hands and grin and teasing voice all to himself and not on eddie.#so he breaks up with t and ts confused af cuz i thought things were going good?#yeah. i just. i want to explore my options yk now that ive uh figured out i like men.#and its a clean break. not dramatic or messy. t tells him to call if he every changes his mind. buck wont.#bucks trying to not pry about eddies new friend and he doesnt grill eddie or anyone and just waits and listens to all the new info he gains #and eventually eddie invites him out to watch another game because whatever team they were watching made it to the playoffs #and when he gets there eddies like. no t tonight?#nah we. uh. we broke up.#eddie says sorry man that sucks. and the new guy is like. honestly he didnt even seem that into you which what an idiot. youre great.#and its good because the new guy splits his attention between the two of them now. eddie isnt the only one getting hands and grins and eyes #and the third time theyre at the bar the guy follows him to bathroom and kisses him hard against the door before pulling back with a #panicked sorry and leaving and when buck finds eddie after hes like. what happened? new guy ran out of here without even saying goodbye #he kissed me in the bathroom. i think uh. i think he was kinda freaking out about it and thats why he left.#and eddie just blinks at him before being like. buck. buck you said you werent going to do this again.#i didnt mean to! and buck means it. he just saw the way that guy made eddie laugh and put his hands on eddie and had eddies attention and #oh.

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eggmeralda · 9 months ago

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I wish there was a way you could put like. every song in the world on shuffle

#spotify playlists made for you are not enough #bc they're based on music i already like and i don't Wanna Hear Music I Already Like #god i need a hyperfixation that is Stable and also New (not a revival of one I've had since I was 16)#bc they introduce me to music i wouldn't have even thought of ever going near #not to compare everything to the highs of my tflu obsession but like?#that introduced me to So Much Music (some related. some not)#i probably listened to more genres in 2022 than i have ever listened to in my life #but idk. i could just listen to some random genre i have no interest in but what would be the point?#there needs to be a sort of 'hilda would've liked this in the 40s' 'this reminds me of swagtre' 'this is literally the plot of nddp' etc #sort of connection #but all i have right now is the endless cycling continuation of the south park obsession i had in 2016. which makes it very easy to just #listened to the music i listened to back then #also it's like. I've seen everything in that fandom there's nothing new i can really get out of it?#it's more just a mix of nostalgia and it's like. easy to get into bc idk. a lot of characters and storylines so you don't get bored in one #place for so long. almost the perfect obsession if it wasn't literally South Park #but surely i can just type in a character's name on spotify and find new music that way?#hahaha No #bc every single sp playlist I've looked through only seems to use like the same 10 songs. and i don't really like any of them #also 'he would not fucking say that' except it's 'he would not fucking listen to that'#most of the time. idk #i need new Vibes that's the problem #there's always a new vibe going on at all times but it seems to have stopped around the start of this year #maybe i just need a job. once i have a job there'll be a location i go to regularly. and I'll have to travel there in some way. and that #will be a new experience. and there'll be new vibes #I'll probably stumble across a new hyperfixation in the process. and then find new music from it #but for now everything is so stagnant and all i really listen to is 80s/90s indie pop and then just music i've listened to since I was 14 #i can't even ask for recommendations bc even if i like a song it has nothing to stick to in my brain #i'll be like ''this is a cool song i like it'' and listen to it on repeat and then go off it like a day later #oh fuck tag limit #ramble

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cathymee · 1 day ago

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ok crazy how gary valenciano actually started out in the 80s as well and was already dubbed the mj of the philippines by that time. literally rose to fame by '82-83 just as mj began soaring to new heights of stardom

#i always thought he started in the '90s???#but apparently REALLY was like. THE mj of the philippines. literally parallel to that guy in every way #bar the mania i guess ppl were just like 'omg he's real good his songs r great then he moves like that guy owning america rn..twinning'#but i could be wrong maybe they were insane over him too. idk the info i'm getting is so lacking not much articles around that time #plausible i guess given the icon status he has now. maybe more heavily around late '80s to 90s but idk #wanna make a post comparing gary's heavily mj-inspired works bc wow the similarities...interesting #& then his original works are crazy good too. he's insane #DI BALE NA LANG KAYAA 🗣🗣🗣🎊🎊💃💃#rambles #u can develop an interest over a legendary pop icon. but watch out #i need to talk to old ppl. why r most of the old ppl i know so condescending or ignorant or just very very grumpy #edit: ok. the day after i post this he just sang man in the mirror on asap. okay. :|#i hvae psychic powres /j #lmao u could see him trying not to go all-out-mj w/his moves & vocals bc he had other singers singing with him #ok genuinely?? he's so cool. & not just bc i'm having this new epiphany regarding his connection to mj i've always thought he was so cool #but well i *am* seeing this in a new light. how he essentially started trying to emulate mj vibes as he's always compared to him & is #very inspired by him. but he's also emitting this unique light of his own that can't be compared to mj too #mj of the philippines yes. but first he's THE gary valenciano. :) so so cool #& omg darren!! hi!!!! i adore him. idk if my memory just sucks but i knew when he was little he sang a cover of i'll be there by j5 & i #listened to that version all the time when i was little too. now idk where it went :( i can't find it anywhere. it seemed like a studio #recording so maybe it's in one of his kid albums. idk i'll hunt the whole of this planet just to find it again :'(

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tossawary · 4 months ago

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This is petty fandom salt, BUT... I've been chewing on this phenomenon that I've been calling "Fandom's Darling". It is related to things like "Author's Darling" and "Mary Sue / Gary Stu" and "Protagonist Halo" and all that jazz, where one character gains a peculiar narrative weight in a story.

"Author's Darling" is when a writer has a favorite character, and the world and all other characters sort of get... warped to put the Darling in the spotlight. It's most noticeable in TV shows with multiple writers, when a character you personally like suddenly has their previous characterization destroyed to make another character look good somehow. Every other character might become weirdly incompetent. The Darling's feelings are treated as The Most Important Feelings in any given situation. The logic of the fictional world seems broken past suspension of disbelief in order to validate this one character's beliefs or skillset or some other fantasy. And so on.

"Fandom's Darling" is what I've been calling the pattern where a fandom essentially crowns a New Protagonist for their fanfiction stories (it's often a side character rather than the original protagonist, but it can also happen to protagonists). This character becomes the self-insert for all sorts of indulgent fantasies, gaining special powers or backstories, and/or becoming the focus of extreme whump, and/or hooking up with all the various hotties, starring in all sorts of tropey AUs, and so on. They're not always an obvious Mary Sue version of themselves, but the character's original personality and interpersonal relationships tend to get warped or dropped completely, and other characters tend to become a little flat around them. I call it "Fandom's Darling" because it's not just one self-indulgent fantasy fic (you do you! Have fun!) with characterization choices that I don't vibe with (I have neither the time nor the desire nor the authority to police anything, I am just venting), but rather a prolific mini-fandom of sorts revolving around this empty doll / fanon version of the chosen vessel character, so it becomes a little unavoidable.

I am salty about this (mildly frustrated) (imagine a soft sigh of disappointment before I just go do something else) because you are FUCKED if you actually liked the canonical version of this character and their interpersonal relationships. It's almost worse than liking an obscure character that no one cares about. There's about a thousand fics starring your fave, but maybe only about a dozen of them are actually rooted in any kind of recognisable canon.

#I didn't watch Teen Wolf but I know this happened to that Stiles character #I'm not active in any DC fandom but it looks like this happened to Tim Drake and to a lesser extent Dick and Jason #In prequels-era Star Wars it seems to be Obi-Wan; he's the spark/focus of this post here; bring back his flaws I like that he kind of sucks #sometimes a Fandom's Darling comes out of an Author's Darling! usually Fandom's are vessels to fuck the “hottest guy” available though #I will probably turn reblogs off if this spreads too far because I really don't care if people write Mary Sue fanfic; can't cast that stone #squinting at every “intersex” tag like Inigo Montoya: “I don't think that means what you think it means.”#honestly the fantasy intersex thing is a separate & more serious post; but the fandom usage is a red/yellow flag for me when searching #tossawary fandom #fandom's darling

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cyberstabbing · 10 months ago

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in my old man yells at cloud era for my hate for ai and filming at concerts

#like those are my most often criticized opinions at least offline #actually no i've bickered with people online about these two #most recently when some tiktoker was raving about their new method of filming artists with the front facing camera #shwocasing a close up video of dallon weekes having a camera shoved up in his face - making it seem like it was a cool experience for him??#having his own filmed reflection staring back?? idk bro i just dont vibe with it at all #mine #i commented that it might not always be cool with artists to do so and was called a hater lol #like yeah sure film for like 10-30 sec for yourself #but put your fucking phone down after that #i have memory problems too. just go to fucking youtube and watch one of the dozens of shaky cam videos identical to yours #especially when the artist is asking nicely to see anything but a crowd of cameras #i can't count the times i've had to view a concert through phone screens infront of me #because the screens block the view of the stage completely #lets have some self awareness 😍😍😍😍

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aquaglow · 20 days ago

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confidence guide for awkward girls 💫

LEARN TO SHUT UP. this is the first advice because it is probably the most important one, but the one that took me the longest to comprehend and master. girl, literally just shutting the fuck up does wonders. most of the times I was embarrassed out of my mind was coz I said something completely avoidable, only because I believed that being quiet was either rude or more awkward than whatever I rambled at that moment. bzzt, WRONG! being quiet means first of all being non-reactive, which gives you time to really reflect on what's being said and whether or not it even requires a response, and guess what; like 80% of the time, it does not. you are allowed to not respond, nod along, go "hmm" or "oh!" and leave it at that.

LEARN TO "FAKE" SMILE. this may seem controversial but it helps me so much. I've always been accused of looking mean, bitchy or just too serious, especially since I started to shut the fuck up (see previous item). and I am guilty as charged: I do have a RBF and when I am focused my eyebrow goes ò_o and I look judgemental and almost evil, and when I tried to balance it out by being funny or witty, it just came off even more awkward. the solution? I've started practicing a fake smile in front of the mirror when I was about 13 years old until I got the muscle memory of it so perfectly that now it's my response to nearly everything that I don't want/can't respond to. throwing an easy smile into a conversation will make you seem relaxed and in control even if you're bubbling anxious inside, and people will feel more at ease with you. also: learn to be generous with compliments, and try to make them your auto-response as well!

STOP COMPARING YOURSELF. comparison is the mark of insecurity and envy, and it's one of the ugliest and most useless habits you can have. yes, useless: what benefit do you get from comparing your face and body and circumstances to somebody else's? and please don't pretend you're getting "inspiration" from them. listen, you are your own lane. you are your entire universe. there is no other life to be lived, no other body to embody. this is it. these are the cards you were dealt with. the longer you try to peak into somebody else's cards, the longer you'll be ignoring yourself and neglecting your game. abandon ideas such as comparison, imitation or judgement towards others. confidence starts and ends with focusing on yourself.

LEARN TO CUT PEOPLE OFF. accumulating people in your life like they're pokémon is gonna be your downfall, because it's obvious not everyone can stay. imagine if a growing tree held onto all its leaves and branches, even the ones in obvious decay, how ugly and weak that tree would be, how much energy those dying parts would steal from the new ones in need of flourishing. it's the same with relationships. when someone disrespects you, hurts you, or simply doesn't align with you anymore, and you find excuses to keep this person around, what you're doing is betraying yourself, and how are you gonna have confidence in someone who betrays you? learn to cut people off or to simply let them go, and watch yourself become lighter and brighter.

QUIT BEING A BITCH. something people don't seem to understand is that the rude, conceited, mean girl persona is always revealed to be a small, petty and insecure rat on the inside. I've wasted years of potential connections trying to emulate the Blair Waldorf-y, Regina George-y vibes, trying to balance out my awkwardness with what I thought was their fierceness, because I was missing the whole point that their confident selves were lies. no girl or woman who is confident in herself spends any amount of time being a bitch, scheming to take people down, minding everyone else's business to make sure she stays on top. true confident people are kind even in the face of rudeness, they glow in shadows; their strength lies in tenderness. the sooner you give this mean girl show up, the better.

ABANDON YOUR NEED FOR APPROVAL AND COMPREHENSION FROM OTHERS. seeking approval is a very obvious trap but seeking comprehension is also dangerous, because the second people start doubting or questioning you – which is always going to happen when you decide to make a change of habits, traits, lifestyle etc – and you decide to explain yourself, you're accepting the premise that what you're doing is incomprehensible. if you're truly sure of yourself, there will be no need to assure others of yourself. if your peers or strangers don't understand it, so what? that's their enigma to sort out. respond to yourself and yourself only. if you understand and approve yourself, that's all you need, period. live for your damn self.

GOOD LUCK, LITTLE STARS 💫

#becoming that girl #becoming her #it girl #it girl affirmations #it girl energy #that girl #lucky girl syndrome #personal excellence #self care #self love #self improvement #personal growth #wellness girl #wonyoungism #self development #girlblogging #this is a girlblog #1k #2k

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kooktrash · 11 months ago

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lost & found | jeon jungkook

summary:your college years have never been something you dwelled on for too long. you didn’t want to think of all the chances you lost and that’s why when the guy you had a crush on moves back to town, you try not to let it affect you again. but then he brings up old memories that didn’t go the way you thought they had and you’re thrown for a loop. you’re stuck between finding something new with him and falling back into old habits of never standing up for yourself. it probably doesn’t help that he dated your best friend, where everything seemed to go wrong.

➣ genre/au: jungkook x reader [she/her, female anatomy], mid-20’s friendships. what kind of au is this? smut, plot

➣18.7k words

warnings: heavy plot. smut. a little bit of angst if you squint. tae is oc defender. shy oc. jk is an old college classmate. oc and jk got complicated, misunderstood history :(. oc is kinda insecure? bathroom sex. teasing. foreplay [f and m receiving]. very neeeedddy, long time waited sex.. unprotected. jk fucks oc on the counter, on the door. jk is tatted up but not in his college days. heavy makeout. breast play. fingering. dirty talk. oc goes down on jk as a thx 🤧 jk dated oc’s bestie but there’s HISTORY. oc’s bestie is the real villain im sorry. took advantage of two insecure college kids >:( love lost, love found vibes. just read I swear it’s not that bad 😭 no cheating. FRIEND BREAK UPS. oc gets confident toward the end

song inspo: bff — jesse

As you settle into adulthood, you learn a few things about friendships. There tends to be a slight divide between those you’ve known since you were young and those you’ve collected over the years. Some might value the friendships they’ve held longer more than those that are more recent but for others, what matters is the trust that comes with friendship no matter with whom it might be with. You’re somewhere in between, you think.

You have people like Taehyung who you’ve only recently started to get to know and have had a chance to grow close with. He doesn’t know everything about you yet but he doesn’t need to, he seems to understand enough now to be an important person in your current life. He’s the kind of friend you're thankful you’ve met on some random occasion.

Then you have someone like your best friend, Miyoung. You’re not sure the last time you had ever been truly without her at your side. From your earlier school years to college, to now when you’re both settled into what would essentially be your careers and private lives. She’s… she's special to you in a way that you're not sure you could ever find in someone else—or at least that’s what she says?

There hasn’t been a time where it wasn’t the two of you practically glued together at the hip and you credit her for her outgoing nature that always seemed to balance with your more introverted demeanor. Of course it didn't mean you couldn’t make friends without her [take Taehyung for example] but she’s always seemed to gravitate people toward you with her energy. That’s why you're not at all surprised by tonight’s events and how everyone seemed surprised that you came alone.

”Honestly, I’m happy you made it, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in so long,” Your friend, Hoseok, pointed out as he led you to the private area of the lounge bar where it seemed like a reunion was taking place, “When Miyoung said she wasn’t going to make it, I thought you probably weren’t going to show up and—“

”Is that what you would have preferred?” You asked with a teasing smile as he began to stumble over his words, attempting to backtrack.

“What? Y/n, don’t you know I’ve been desperately enamored by you since your first year? Don’t make such crass comments,” He joked back, helping you out of your coat as you grew closer to the room filled with loud chatter. He led you with hands on your shoulders and said, “And between us, I’m a little happy she didn’t come. I wasn’t really in the mood for this to turn into a Battle of the Exes fighting ground.”

”What do you mean?” You barely had time to ask as you entered the room where an explosion of your name was heard by old college classmates of yours who all seemed on the border of tipsy and in a good mood. You couldn’t help but smile, looking at everyone at once till your eyes fell on the person in question.

He didn’t hesitate to meet your gaze with equal surprise as you sat across from him, just one person down the line. Immediately the people next to you tried sparking a conversation and you used it as a distraction to keep from gawking at him. When Miyoung told you she wouldn’t make it, you debated coming yourself but after some begging from Hoseok you decided to come along. Despite your best friend not joining, you're kind of glad she didn’t. Hoseok is right, it would have been a battlefield and you did not want to be caught in the middle of it.

“Y/n.”

Ignore, maybe? Just ignore and maybe he’ll forget trying to talk to you and your head won't be on the chopping block. You looked down the table at some of the other people you remember from campus activities or long lectures and tried to ignore the growing smile you could see on his face from the corner of your eye.

“Hungry?” The person next to you asked as he made you look his way. There were platters of hand food across the bar table and you happily took whatever Jimin offered. As much as you hated it, you couldn’t help but look across the table to make sure it really was who you thought it was,

Jeon Jungkook.

Better known as your best friend’s ex boyfriend.

Or worse, the first guy you liked when you started University.

”Hi,” he said in a low voice, catching you in the middle of staring at him. In your defense, he seemed so different—more matured if you will. Now he was covered in tattoos and piercings, he lost that sort of boyish charm but clearly gained something else along the way. He was buff and bigger, more intimidating yet alluring? Safe to say he didn’t look like the ‘Boy Next Door’ you had a crush on in your English seminar.

“You’re here,” was all you could think to say back, giving up on your sorry attempt at ignoring him for no real reason other than saving yourself from an awkward encounter.

”So are you,” Jungkook bit into his bottom lip as he looked at you closely. How is it that someone could look so different but the same all at once? In your gaze he could still see that curiosity in everything that he remembered from back then when he would spend lectures wondering what was on your mind. In your appearance, he can see how much you’ve changed physically. They were surely small differences in everyone else’s eyes but he always had a tendency to pay too much attention to you and it would get him in trouble.

You gave him a polite nod in response to his blatant observation that matched yours and attempted to shift your attention elsewhere but he didnt let it get too far. He cleared his throat, “How have you been?”

“Me?” You asked, “Okay, I guess. Busy with work.”

“So I’ve heard, you’re in marketing now, right? What happened to your writing?” Jungkook asked, seeming genuinely curious to know. He didn’t care for the conversations happening around him more than he did hearing your response now that you looked more willing to give him one.

“It wouldn’t have paid the bills—You remember my writing?” You asked, surprise evident in your features that he couldn’t help but smile.

It was hard for him to forget his biggest competition at the time. He let out a small sigh, ready to go on about being unable to forget a certain piece you wrote when a firm hand was placed on his shoulder. Yoongi stood over him, “Smoke break?”

Say no, he thought. Jungkook could easily reject the offer and continue what he was going to say. Without meaning to, he looked back at you, but you had excused yourself from the table in the blink of an eye. Nodding hesitantly, he grabbed his jacket and followed his friend out while he wondered where you went so suddenly.

You were hiding in the washroom when you got the call from Miyoung, like she had a sixth sense telling her to reach out.

“So how is it? Is it as boring as I said it’d be?” Miyoung asked as she waited in line for some nightclub she was going to with some of her various other friends.

“Um, kind of?” You said without much thought—knowing it was what she wanted to hear. In reality, it was fun. You were greeted warmly that it washed away your earlier worries and you’re being taken care of by old friends you didn't get to talk to as much. Not to mention, you’re seeing Jungkook again after a couple years of hearing and thinking of nothing about the guy, so you don’t actually think it's boring.

Miyoung snorted, “Figures, good thing I didn’t go. I could not sit through more than an hour of everyone going on and on about what they’ve been up to. I mean, yeah I miss Hobi and stuff but I could see him whenever, y’know? Who all showed up?”

“I think everyone,” You admitted with a nervous bite of your lip. It was now or never. You tell her that it seems like Jungkook has come to visit or has come back to stay and you’re not sure how she’ll take that. She might even march over here just to tell him how she's felt these last two years and chances are that’ll ruin the easy vibe for everyone else. You leaned against the stall door and talked with her.

“So you’re back,” Yoongi asked with a smirk as he took a drag from his cigarette, “My Golden Boy’s back? Someone pinch me.”

“Funny guy,” Jungkook said sarcastically as he looked out onto the busy street. Yoongi shrugged, turning toward the bar window looking around to see the group, “Aren’t you happy you came?”

“Yeah, it’s great seeing everyone again,” Jungkook told him casually, flicking the end of his cigarette and watching the ash fall to the cold cement of the street.

“Want to know who surprised me tonight?” Yoongi asked, looking over at him to see if his expression would change at all, “Y/n.”

Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, dropping ash to the ground, “Y/n never comes out to these sorts of things, and if she does come it’s usually with Miyoung but she came by herself tonight.

“Yeah…” Jungkook zoned out a bit as he thought about it more, “Why doesn’t she meet up with you guys often?”

“You know Y/n doesn't really go out,” Yoongi said, “And she’s busy with work, at least that’s what Hobi says. I don’t know, when Hobi said Miyoung wasn’t coming tonight we both expected Y/n to not show too but… hey, aren’t you happy she isn’t here?”

“I don’t really care either way,” Jungkook confessed truthfully, “But do you know if… y’know, you might have heard something about Y/n and if she’s still seeing someone or—“

“Oh God,” Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh as he put his cigarette out, Jungkook doing the same, “It’s been like three years, man.”

Jungkook watched him laugh as he walked off leaving him to follow, “What?”

Yoongi held the door open for him, “You know what, but I’ll answer your question, anyway. Last I heard Y/n is single, so what now?”

He waited for Jungkook to respond but he wasn’t listening anymore. There were too many things on his mind that he needed to work out before you came back to the table.

“What do you mean you’re leaving? You just got here,” Jimin said to you as he held your hand in his to stop you from leaving, “One more drink.”

“It’s late,” You tried to say, “I’ve got to be up early.”

“Liar, it’s a Saturday night, Y/n. Sit your ass back down,” Hobi said with a firm voice making you sit down immediately. He flashed you a cute smile before asking everyone if they wanted another round of drinks.

“So, what were we talking about earlier?” Jungkook asked, trying to get you to talk to him again, “Your writing? Yeah, how can I forget it? Remember we used to read each other’s essays all the time before… well.”

Before he broke up with your best friend.

“Yeah, I remember,” You admitted, trying to find something to say. What kind of questions would Miyoung want to know? What do you want to know? What should you prepare your friend to know? “How long are you visiting?”

“Actually, I just moved back, I got a job doing graphic design for a local company,” Jungkook told you with the hint of a smile, “It’s my first time meeting up with everyone again.”

You let yourself indulge in small talk with him here and there but usually when he started it. The night had been fine, you enjoyed your time but after a while all you wanted to do was go home and Hoseok couldn’t make you stay any longer. You ended your night wondering if you should go out more.

Everything has a backstory, right? How it all started and yours seems pretty tacky. You spent the first couple years of University doing what you had to do in school and letting Miyoung drag you to whatever outing she had on the weekends. Some time in your third year, you joined this English class with the most boring, monotonous professor ever and that’s where you met Jungkook.

In all honesty, you thought he was cute from the get go. Sitting through three hours of a boring lecture led people to do odd things and one of those for you was staring at the cute guy who sat down a couple rows from you. It was just a little thing you did to pass time so you never expected anything to actually happen from it.

Then one day most of the seats were taken [naturally, it was a large class] and he seemed to have been running late because his usual cycle of seats were all taken except the one next to yours. Despite all those times you would find yourself ogling the stranger, when he was right next to you, you didn’t say a single word.

It was Jungkook who spoke first and it was just to ask if you could help him catch up. That day you were supposed to read someone else’s prompt and revise it and you chose each other which then trickled down to a routine of it. Without speaking much, he would sit next to you or silently save you a seat whenever you were running late and the one time you decided to switch it up and sit elsewhere…

Well, he was practically pouting the whole day.

It had been a nearly perfect set up to what could have been if you just allowed yourself to go for things but it didn’t happen that way.

One random Tuesday night, Miyoung wanted to go out for some cheap drinks and you found yourselves at a bar not too far from campus where you ran into a senior in one of your classes. Yoongi had come up to you first, just greeting you and making small talk when Jungkook who apparently had come with him, recognized you too.

They drank with you and Miyoung for a bit and you honestly thought it had been fun. You had never had real conversations with him outside of school work and it was nice to have more people to hang with that it just felt natural. Though at some point through the night Miyoung had gotten kind of flirty. She claims she assumed you had wanted Yoongi and not Jungkook and practically called dibs on him despite meeting him for the first time that night.

When she made her intents obvious, you couldn’t help but backtrack.

You always considered yourself pretty self aware about yourself. There was nothing special really and when you compare yourself to Miyoung there just isn’t much competition.

She was the perfect Prom Queen type who always had the nicest clothes or the cutest boyfriends, the best awards and most interesting stories. The amount of guys she would pull who you didn’t even have a chance with was insane. And though you might sound bitter, you’re not. You’ve never been the type to want the spotlight or attention and being best friends with someone so damn perfect was that you could always stay in the shadows.

So when she started flirting with Jungkook, you didn’t really notice his awkward glances or how he shied away from her proximity. You only saw how he smiled politely and listened to her go on and on about how great she is and assumed he was into her like all the others had been.

You tried to act normal after that, you would talk to him every now and then and never questioned why he stopped talking to you as much until he started dating Miyoung but you weren’t bitter. You were understanding.

It made sense he would date her. She was beautiful and smart and someone people pine for. It was a given that that would happen so once again, you didn’t take it personal.

They dated for a couple months [nothing serious at all] and then he dumped her which resulted in Miyoung practically forbidding you from even looking his way at all. You completed your last year without thinking about him despite the various mutual friends you shared and went on with your life when he moved.

That was the backstory and why you felt so awkward seeing him the other night.

You haven’t told Miyoung yet because there’s a high chance she won’t care at all and would get annoyed that you even thought to bring it up. Your friend is very pretty and she likes being in relationships so she’s been in quite a few since they dated and probably doesn’t care to be reminded at all.

The only person you’ve told is Taehyung.

“But did you at least have fun?” He asked as the two of you sat at a small restaurant for lunch. You nodded your head, “Yeah, it was alright. It was just weird, for me at least.”

“Why?” Taehyung asked as he dug into his meal, stuffing his mouth with no care in the world, “I mean it’s obvious everyone was happy to see you and didn’t want you to leave. Who cares if Miyoung didn’t go, clearly it didn’t matter to anyone else.”

You didn’t say anything, taking your time to enjoy your meal as you drifted off in thought. He is right, you know that sometimes it’s just in your head and you overthink things. You always feel like you’re boring to others so it’s natural for you to assume no one would be happy to see just you and not your bubble of joy best friend. There has to be a certain level of comfort between you and another person to show personality and it’s rare people get to see it.

“But how’d it go with that guy? Did he ask you about her?” Taehyung asked with a hint of curiosity.

“Not that I can remember. I don’t know, it was kind of awkward but we talked a bit,” You told him honestly, “He just moved back down so that’s cool I guess.”

Taehyung looked at you skeptically but you avoided his gaze, trying to distract yourself with your phone.

yoongi: throwing a welcome back party for jk this weekend, u coming?

you: idk, if I’m free

yoongi: … ur always free🤒

yoongi: just say yes, bring whoever u want

you: but is he ok with me going

yoongi: y wouldn’t he be

yoongi: he’s the one who asked me to make sure u come

you: okkkkkk 🥹

“Tae, can you come with me to this party please?” You asked, immediately showing your friend your text messages leaning across the table for him to see them clearly.

Taehyung’s brows furrowed as he read through the texts carefully, “Jungkook is the ex boyfriend, right? Why’s he so interested in you going?”

“He’s not,” you said, “He’s probably just doing it to be nice, since everyone I know will be there.”

“What if he’s… y’know, interested?” Taehyung asked curiously and you nearly choked on your drink.

“No, oh my god,” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “We were just classmates and we stopped talking after he dumped Miyoung so—“

“Yeah but did you ever stop to think ‘hm, I’m the one who knew this guy first and then Miyoung went and snatched him from me before I even got a chance to explore’,” Taehyung said in a high pitched voice, presumably mocking yours. You reached over to playfully shove his shoulder making him grin mischievously.

“What? No, it wasn’t like that at all,” You tried to say, “Him and I didn’t even really talk until the night he met her at the bar and… no, that’s crazy. He liked Miyoung right away.”

Taehyung just sighed, giving up on trying to get through to you, “If you say so, but who’s the one he approached first? Because I can tell you right now it wasn’t her.”

Despite how he expresses himself when he talks about your best friend, he doesn’t dislike her. He thinks Miyoung is alright, maybe a little too much for his tastes but that doesn’t mean anything. He understands the two of you are really close and although he has had many chances to befriend her too, he just hasn’t.

He’ll talk to her if you force them to hang out together but he would never go out of his way to be her friend. It might sound bad but Taehyung is pretty protective over you and rightfully so, he feels.

He doesn’t want to badmouth one of his closest friends but you have a tendency to overthink things. You don’t realize how great you are and make yourself seem smaller and he thinks Miyoung and other people like her in your life are at fault. He’s heard some of the things she says to you and it’s like you hold her up so highly there’s no room for you to see how pretty, smart, and talented you are. And before anyone gets the wrong idea, he’s not in love with you or anything.

You’re too good for him so he gave up on that idea long ago.

Plus, now that he’s able to connect some of those pieces from when you were in Uni, some things are clicking into place for him. Miyoung tends to dim your light a bit, or copy something you do and claim it as her own and when he hears this little backstory between all of your old college friends… he just can’t help but wonder if Jungkook was one of those things she claimed for herself.

With that thought in mind, he agreed to go with you to this party and see for himself what is there and what could be. He just wants what’s best for you and for you to be able to go and get it without worrying you’re not good enough or stepping on anyone’s toes.

When Friday night came, your apartment was filled with loud music and even louder complaints coming from one person in particular. Taehyung was just listening to you and Miyoung go back and forth about tonight’s plans and it got to the point where you couldn’t say anything but the truth about what you would be doing tonight.

“It’s a welcome back party for Jungkook,” You said, trying your hardest not to let your voice sound strained.

“What? When did he get back?” Miyoung asked, sitting up from your bed and tossing your pillow off her lap, “Like he moved back?”

“Yeah, I guess not too long ago,” You said with a shrug, looking in your mirror to see if you liked the way you looked or not, “I don’t know, Yoongi is the one who invited me.”

“Why didn’t I know? Why wasn’t I invited?” Miyoung asked, turning to Taehyung like he would have the answers.

“Probably because you’re his ex girlfriend and you ditched out on their little reunion so you could party,” Taehyung said, not bothering to look up from his phone.

“Yeah but, why’d they ask Y/n? She’s not even friends with him,” Miyoung said with a slight scoff, “You’re not actually going right? We could go out, just the three of us. You already hung out with them, you and I haven’t gone out in weeks, let’s just do our own thing. Unless you’re trading me in for all of them.”

You looked at her with apologetic eyes. You’ve been busy with work recently and she is right. The last people you hung out with aside from Taehyung were all of them two weekends ago so it would only be fair to hang out with her this time. It shouldn’t mean anything that you were invited and that Jungkook wanted to make sure you were going. Miyoung was supposed to be your best friend so how could you go to a party she wasn’t invited to?

Just as you were going to give in and shoot Yoongi a text that you weren’t going to make it, Taehyung spoke up for you. “Why don’t you just come with? One of them said Y/n can bring whoever she wants and I’m already going so it’s not like you have to be by yourself. Plus, aren’t the rest of them supposed to be your friends too? Y/n already agreed.”

“Why didn’t you ask me first?”

“I didn’t realize I needed permission,” You couldn’t help but sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed to comfort her, “We can just stop by, have a drink or two and leave if it’s lame. Come on.”

After much convincing, the three of you arrive at Yoongi’s place which was a small house with good outdoor space and the inside was packed with people already. The amount of party goers made you anxious but at the same time slightly thrilled that surely the attention would never be on you with so many people around.

“Y/n! Miyoung!” Namjoon spotted you two first and he threw his arms around you both with a grin, “Surprised to see you here, Mimi.”

“Yeah, probably because I was the only one not invited,” Miyoung said bitterly, making Namjoon take a drink from his cup and look away nervously.

“Let’s get you guys drinks then,” He said with an awkward clear of his throat looking to Taehyung, “What’s up, I’m Namjoon.”

“Taehyung,” he said, following you to the drinks table. The music played loudly and there were a lot of people having a good time that it was somewhat easy to try and blend in and act normal. Miyoung had a pout on her face, looking around worried but Namjoon brightened her mood and every now and then another friend would stop by to greet her. Taehyung mostly clung to you and only drifted away when a friend would spark conversation with you but you were thankful he was around.

“Y/n,” someone called out to you from across the room. You couldn’t make them out through the crowd of people and it took a while before you spotted Jungkook making his way to your direction.

“Jungkook,” you said with a nervous breath, looking around for Miyoung but she was off with Namjoon talking about god knows what.

“How long have you been here? Why didn’t you say anything?” Jungkook asked, slightly more energetic than usual. His hair was messy, with strands out of place, he wore a basic black tee and baggy jeans so why did he look good? It’s still hard for you to wrap your mind around who this is.

He’s gotten so muscular and just… more intimidating with his tattoo sleeve and piercings and it’s so unexpected but in a good way.

“I, um, you know, I just assumed you were busy,” you lied, looking around for one of your friends. Taehyung was at the table getting a drink and he’ll be back soon to save you before Miyoung looks around.

Jungkook found himself looking around too, as if he could see what you did but he came up short, “Did you come with anyone?”

“Yeah, Miyoung and a friend of mine,” you rushed the words out in hopes of sounding casual but Jungkook didn’t even bat an eye.

“So what are you doing alone?” He asked with a raised brow, taking a step closer to you, “Actually, there’s something that’s been on my mind since last time I saw you and I uh… I haven’t had the chance to say it.”

You blinked nervously, looking up at him and how close he was to you, “What is it?”

He licked his lips, playing with his lip rings shyly, “Well, I was wondering if you would like to get together some time, just you and I. We’ve never had the chance to hang out.”

“We’re hanging out right now, aren’t we?” You asked, feigning naivety that almost seemed teasing. In truth, you could sense what he was possibly asking and you needed him to stop. There was no reason for you two to hang out alone, no matter how much the thought made you giddy.

“I guess,” Jungkook couldn’t help but let his eyebrows knit together in confusion. He took another step closer to you, hand on the wall behind you for support. , “But I was still hoping… I know it’s probably kind of awkward but we’re grown, right? We can get together without worrying about anyone else.”

“Who says it’s because I’m worried?” You asked with a hint of playfulness in an attempt to ease some of the growing tension caused by the way he looked at you, “Where is this coming from all of a sudden?”

That made him crack a smile, “All of a sudden?”

“Yes, all of a sudden,” another voice added in from behind him and you jumped at the sound. Jungkook didn’t bother to turn around, he was more focused on the way you tried to look behind him and meet Miyoung’s glare.

“Where’d you run off to?” You asked, pushing past him making Jungkook slide his hand off the wall and roll his eyes at the disruption.

“Somewhere I felt wanted,” she said bitterly, eyes on Jungkook as she spoke to you, “Let’s go, I’m bored.”

“I thought you were having a good ti—“

“I’m not, Y/n,” Miyoung almost snapped, “You said we could have a drink and go. We’ve been here for like forever and I want to leave. That’s what we agreed on.”

“Okay, jeez, let’s go then,” You said with a sigh, “Let me find Taehyung.”

“Go, then,” Miyoung said, making you take a deep breath, trying to tell yourself she had a right to be upset. She didn’t want you [as her best friend] talking to her ex boyfriend. And you did say you didn’t have to stick around for long…

“What?” Miyoung asked Jungkook with a roll of her eyes as she caught him staring, “Did I interrupt something?”

“You still don’t know how to speak to people like they’re human beings,” Jungkook said simply, “And it’s sad to watch.”

“Screw you,” Miyoung scoffed, “You’re just mad I stopped you from trying to ask my best friend out. My friends are off limits.”

“She was my friend too,” Jungkook said as a reminder, “And I can do whatever I want. You’re just childish.”

She snorted, “Right, says the guy who fumbled me.”

He couldn’t seem to act mature anymore and before he stop himself he said, “Remember, you’re not the one I wanted anyway.”

He walked off without much care for how she felt and found his other friends, wondering who it was you ran off to find.

“Tae, can we go now?” You asked your friend. Taehyung had found himself a group of people to entertain with his stories and had nearly forgotten who he had tagged along with until you pulled him to the side.

“Uh, okay,” Taehyung cleared his throat awkwardly, “What happened? I thought everyone was having a good time.”

“Miyoung wants to leave,” You said with a small sigh, “She saw me talking to Jungkook and I just don’t want it to become this big problem so can we please just go?”

Taehyung placed an arm on your shoulder, leading you to Miyoung who waited at the door, “Yeah, sure let’s go.”

The car had only stayed silent for the first half of the drive to Miyoung’s apartment. Somewhere between the last red light and this short stretch of road, a fire had been lit underneath her which made her start up again.

“So what was that back there?” Miyoung asked from the backseat and you debated just acting asleep or like you were too drunk to listen properly. She leaned forward, looking at you closely.

“What do you mean?” You asked nervously.

“You know exactly what I mean,” Miyoun said with an annoyed tone, “First you get invited to a party for my ex boyfriend and next thing I know the two of you are whispering in the corner looking like you’re about to kiss and like I’m not even in the room.”

Taehyung had to bite his tongue from responding, worried that if he spoke too soon it would only make you seem more weak to her antics. He just tapped his fingers against the window trying to keep silent

“Miyoung,” You started with a sigh, “You’re overreacting. It was nothing, we’re friends—“

“Since when?” Miyoung scoffed, “You’re supposed to be my friend, Y/n.”

“I am,” You said defensively, “And if you want to talk about this tomorrow then that’s fine but right now it’s late and we’ve all been having a decent time so don’t ruin it…”

“Y/n’s right, let’s end the night on a good note,” Taehyung finally said but he seemed to go ignored by you two.

“You’re not though, real friends wouldn’t flirt with their best friend’s ex boyfriend—“

“You two dated for less than five months and it was years ago,” You blurted out, “I knew him before that so don’t act like I’m betraying you.”

“Oh my god, I knew you’d still be bitter I started seeing him,” Miyoung said, suddenly making you hide your face in your hand from exhaustion. “I didn’t know you had a thing for him back then. You should’ve said something instead of holding it against me like you do everything else.”

“What are you talking about?” You couldn’t help but scoff.

Miyoung’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, “You know exactly what I’m talking about and it’s not fair.”

Taehyung took a deep breath, fingers clenched around the steering wheel unable to bite his tongue any longer, “Miyoung I don’t think you’re being fair. You’re clearly drunk and you just want to arg—“

“Shut up, Taehyung,” She snapped, slurring on her words a bit and not even realizing the car came to a stop in front of her building, “I’m not even talking you and you can stop acting like Y/n’s bodyguard because last time I checked she’s a grown adult who could speak for herself. God, I swear everyone is the same. Just because Y/n is boring and insecure, doesn’t mean she doesn’t know how to speak for herself.”

“Get out. We’re at your place so just go,” Taehyung said, annoyed with the harshness she was projecting on you, “Y/n might put up with you but I won’t.”

With an irritated scoff, she swung the back door open, “Fine, screw you guys too.”

The door slammed shut as she stormed up to her apartment and Taehyung waited till she was gone to say, “Fuck, what did that girl drink? Y/n, why do you put up with that? Hey.”

You stayed silent for a moment letting her words sink in. Whatever, she yelled and threw a tantrum, that’s fine, that’s normal. But she seriously thinks you’re just a bore and maybe you’re starting to believe it too. If it weren’t for you always being cautious over how she might feel about you and what you do, you wouldn’t seem so boring.

Or was that just how you were and now you’re trying to say it’s because of Miyoung? Jeez, you just can’t seem to make up your mind about anything but all you know is that… you’re not boring. Well, you don’t have to be. If she wants to think that always backing up whatever she says makes you boring, then maybe it’s time you just do what you want even if she doesn’t like it.

“Tae, can you do me a favor,” You finally said, making him look over at you curiously. The car is still parked in front of Miyoung’s place and he’s been waiting for you to speak anyway, “What?”

“Take me back to the party please.”

Miyoung was wrong, if you were boring it’s because she made you boring. Anytime you did anything on your own, she always had to ruin it and you just let her. You just let Miyoung monopolize your time and make you her right-hand in everything. You’ve never gotten the chance to truly put yourself out there because you firmly believed you didn’t compare.

Maybe you needed to stop overthinking and just do what you want, be confident—or at least act like you are.

“Y/n! You’re back?” Yoongi asked once you made it to the party again, “Let me tell you, I was mad because I thought you left before even talking to me.”

“I’m so very sorry,” You said playfully, “But do you know where Jungkook is?”

He seemed to freeze up, surprise written on his face and he looked down at you questioning. You held his gaze, watching the wheels turn in his head before he was blurting out, “I don’t know. The bathroom?”

You blinked nervously, letting him slip away from you when someone called for him and were left standing there. Your mind was racing with ideas yet you couldn’t think of what to do.

What did you expect coming back?

What does this prove?

You feel anxious and insecure and maybe she was right, you’re boring and you don’t even speak up or do anything exciting.

“Jungkook?” You called out to him as you walked down the hall of doors, knocking or opening whichever door you landed on. You got to the last door with a bated breath, realizing it’s a bedroom and closed yourself in.

Your sense of bravado had been short lived. Whatever burst of confidence you had was completely gone now that you sat alone in the guest room contemplating just going home or not.

In all honesty, this was stupid from the very beginning. You let Miyoung’s words get to you and you acted before you could think. You didn’t need to prove anything. Plus, you don’t want Jungkook. Maybe once before you did… but not… anymore?

God, you felt like an idiot.

“Y/n?”

Your heart dropped with a sense of disbelief as you looked up. The once pitch black room was illuminated by a block of light from the open bathroom door. Jungkook stood at the doorway, brows furrowed as he looked at who sat on the bed.

“Jungkook,” you cleared your throat awkwardly.

“You’re back?” He asked, looking you up and down with a hint of suspicion. You nodded your head silently, making him blink with confusion.

You stood up from the bed suddenly, “Are you done in there?”

“Uh, yeah,” he moved out of your way, watching you closely as you closed the door in his face before he could say anything else.

Maybe this had been a sign that you didn’t want to talk to him but he couldn’t bring himself to leave the privacy in the bedroom to go out where everyone else was. He could hear the faucet running but oblivious to how you wet your face to try and snap yourself out of this strange mood before drying off. When you opened the door, you didn’t expect to see him standing there right in front of you.

“Everything alright?” He asked, halfway in the doorway, walking forward making you step deeper into the bathroom.

“Yeah, everything’s great,” you said with a strained smile, backing away, “Just—what about you? Has it been fun, this is all for you, right?”

“I guess,” Jungkook shrugged, “But it would have been more fun if you stayed.”

“Good thing I came back then,” you couldn’t help but laugh nervously, leaning against the sink counter.

“Good thing,” Jungkook licked his dry lips, “Y/n, about what I was saying earlier… I would honestly like for us together sometime, just the two of us.”

A small, shy smile appeared on your lips as you thought about earlier and repeated yourself playfully, “We’re hanging out right now, aren’t we?”

“I guess,” he blinked in confusion, looking down at you and struggling to keep his composure. Your response was a bit of a let down since he hoped you had come back to see him and he should have known better. You would never take him seriously after his mess with Miyoung and he was always reaching for the stars thinking it could work out.

Plus, you’re too good for him. You always have been.

He can’t explain why, but he’s always felt a sense of ease with you, like everything was perfect. As shameful as it is to admit, Miyoung had reasons to be worried.

When they dated… well, it didn’t stop him from thinking about you from time to time. Miyoung was aware of it too and he looks back on it now and realizes how wrong he was then. It was wrong for him to think about you when he was never able to have you, and he will be much less now.

“Am I wrong? Is it not just the two of us now?” You asked, swallowing the lump in your throat and looking to the bathroom door which was closed some time ago.

“Y/n,” he said it softly but you could sense his warning tone, like you were going to get yourself in trouble. Jungkook wanted to believe you were aware of what this looked like yet he knew there was a chance you weren’t. He couldn’t just go for it.

He could not just go for it.

Not even if you looked up at him with a look in your eyes that said you might want him to…

He could be dreaming it up.

Would you want him to?

No. No way, you would never, that’s how this all started right? You wouldn’t want him the way he wanted you and you’ll go be with someone else while he beats himself up for another failed attempt. He’s not in college anymore, he can’t make the same mistakes.

You do not want him.

“Y/n,” he said with a sigh, “I think we should get out n—“

It was soft but sudden. One second he was giving up on everything he had been hoping for and was ready to go on once again without telling you how he really felt. The next, your lips were on his, barely giving him a chance to feel the tenderness of it before pulling away with a gasp.

“Jungkook,” you covered your mouth with your hand, “Oh my god. I’m s-sorry, I, that was not okay. I shouldn’t have done that.”

You were rambling, apologizing for doing it without asking him first but in all honesty, he couldn’t hear you anymore. There was a strange ringing in his ear that only seemed to stop when he grabbed your face in his hands, and pulled you into a real kiss.

To keep yourself from leaning back too far, you wrapped your arms around his neck and met him the rest of the way. You kissed him back with an equal sense of urgency that had his eyes falling shut and letting himself get lost in the moment. Your lips were soft against his own and his lip rings felt cold on your tongue the first couple times.

At one point you surprised him by nipping at his piercings with a soft tug and it had his hands tightening around your waist, using his strength to pull you onto the counter with ease. It made it easier to kiss you and he let the small sigh you let out guide his tongue between your lips. Your hands were in his dark hair, and you surprised him with the way you took lead of the kiss. It felt like he was melting into you and it was doing things to him.

“Y/n,” he mumbled softly, “I want you so bad.”

You pulled back from him with widened eyes. It was the first time you heard him sound that way and you knew he meant it. He looked at you with an intense gaze and it felt good to be looked at that way by him. You wanted him too, right? That’s why you came back. That's why you were so upset back then. Why can’t you have him now?

What was really stopping you?

Nothing.

The second time he kissed you, you didn’t hesitate from doing more and it had his mouth dropping when he felt your hand trace down his toned chest. He let that feeling motivate his hands to do the same to you and they ran along your sides till he could feel your front. His hands slipped under your top and found your chest, gently reaching to touch you as he kissed you with his tongue.

Your fingers trailed down his navel to the waistband of his jeans, tugging softly and teasingly that you felt the way he sucked in a shaky breath. When he didn’t pull away to tell you to stop, you took it as a sign to go a little farther and undo the button and zipper. Jungkook’s rough fingers caressed your breasts ever so softly but with an added pressure that made you let out a small sigh, especially when he ran his thumb over your nipples.

He released a light groan against your lips when you got more confident in your actions and slipped into the hem of his Calvin Klein’s. You barely touched his growing member but you felt it harden against you, the more attention you gave to it and it was all just exciting to you. His kisses were needy and his rough hands felt so good against your sensitive buds that you couldn’t hold yourself back. You wanted to make him feel good too and you could tell you were.

Jungkook helped you tug his jeans down enough for you to have more reign over him and you touched his bare dick so softly. The first touch was light and teasing, like you were still letting him get lost in the feeling before you actually did anything but it was soft that it made a tingle run down his spine. Goosebumps rose on his skin and blood ran straight to his cock making it easier for you softly palm him to full hardness.

You circled your fingers around his tip, softly running your thumb around the ring feeling him twitch with need and softly sliding down to his base.

His movement grew rougher, he was no longer softly caressing your breasts but more groping, never getting enough for the softness of them. When you began to stroke him gently, he found it hard to keep himself from digging his nails into your flesh to ground himself and it made a hand of his fall to your leg. His palm was wide and flat against your inner thigh, tracing his lips down your jaw and to your neck to try and distract himself from getting too lost into the feeling.

“Fuck,” he huffed, licking his dry lips as he began to slowly fuck into your closed fist, deaf to the sound of music just outside the bedroom you two were hiding in. The bathroom felt even smaller at this point yet he couldn’t bring himself to put a stop to it now. Especially not when your hand began to fuck his cock faster, with more vigor as he twitched in your hold making his nails dig into your thigh harshly.

Your skirt was scrunched up around your hips at this point and he could see the soft blue of your laced underwear and couldn’t stop himself anymore. He had grown too curious to have you and with his hand so close already, he let his thumb trace along your covered folds.

They were already sensitive at this point and his sudden touch made your insides tighten with arousal, your back straightened in surprise and a light moan left your lips. The sound snapped his attention away from his own pleasure and when he did it again, he swallowed your moan with his mouth on yours.

He couldn’t take thing slow anymore, especially not when his dick felt so close to the edge already and was trying not to cum all over your hand and so soon.

You were withering against him, squirming on the counter to feel more of his hand against your heat. Your fingers tightened in his hair when he reached under to the hem of your panties, pulling them down as far as he could. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he tugged them down your thighs. Jungkook pulled away from your lips with a slight groan as he brought his fingers to your lips. He pressed into your bottom lip watching close as you drew your mouth open and took them in. As you licked between two fingers, your hand’s stroking sped up with more pressure that had him pushing them deeper down your throat.

When he pulled them out there was an obvious line of drool connecting his fingertips to your lips and he brought his hand between your legs once more. The mixture between his rough fingers and the slick that now coated them made a tingle run down your spine when they ran along your folds. You pinched the fabric of his shirt as he circled your hardening clit with his middle finger while his index finger began to tease your sensitive labor.

He ran the longer finger down your slit, dipping into the puddle of arousal that formed at your center before using it to wet your clit and massage you gently.

You looked into his eyes as he finally pressed his middle finger into your waiting cunt, giving you a second to respond and he couldn’t help but let his lips slip open with heavy breaths. Your hand stopped its actions as you took in the feeling of him pulling out his finger before pushing it forward once more. Each time felt hotter than the last and it made him want to take things further. When he thought you adjusted enough, he teased the tip of his ring finger in with his middle one and kept a steady pace of thrusting.

At this point you began to stroke him again, rubbing against his mushroom tip where a thick vein was felt along the underside of it. Your hips had began to move with the motion of his hand and you were fucking his fingers into you while fucking his cock with a closed fist. The both of you were left speechless, unsure how long you had been locked away in the bathroom but not caring either.

You felt more impatient than him but you couldn’t help it. You can’t remember the last time you let someone else touch you and none felt quite like this. Jungkook seemed to know where to kiss, where to press or pay attention to and he never left a part of you untouched. Even now as he thrusted his fingers into you, his other hand was at your chest again, fingers pinching your nipple and tugging harshly but it brought little whines from your lips.

“Jungkook,” You were breathlessly calling for him and you’re sure that if your back wasn’t to the mirror, you would be able to see how desperate you looked to him. Your other hand was on his hips, pulling him forward in hopes of getting him to get the hint that you needed more, “Fuck me.”

“What?” He asked with heavy breaths, looking down at the way the tip of his cock pressed against your inner thigh now, “Really?”

“Please,” You found yourself begging, desperately begging for him to give you something and oh, how it worked.

His eyes rolled back at the soft sound of your begs and with a hand on your thigh, he pulled you harshly to the edge of the counter. He placed his hand over yours and stroked himself once, twice, to slick his member with your arousal and his own.

His cock was hot to the touch and pointed straight to your waiting entrance. He had made such a mess of you already that when he pressed his tip into your clit, it nearly slid down from how wet you are. You had to bite your lip to keep from whining too loud when he teased you with that repeated motion, wetting his tip more and feeling the way your walls tightened and released for him.

Your back was fully against the mirror now, legs open waiting for him and you were getting impatient. The anticipo had been building up for too long and you brought your hand between your legs. All it took was a soft push down for his cock to sink into your waiting pussy.

His jaw went slack at the sudden tightness of it, he hadn’t expected it to be so snug. His tip barely pushed against the ring of nerves and your facial expression matched his own when he kept going. He held your thighs open, guiding himself in with a deep breath.

“Fucking hell,” he growled lowly, hands trembling as he kept you open and ready to take him in. He looked up at your eyes, completely enamored by the way your features softened with pleasure. Your eyes were glazed over with obvious lust that made him want to just fuck you into oblivion.

“Oh my god,” your hand circled around his neck, pulling him into a sloppy wet kiss that left him biting your lip softly. He groaned against your lips as he picked up the pace of his thrusting, letting his cock drag against your puffy walls so that you could feel every juncture on his length. Your back was arched into him, your chest nearly pressed against his and he snuck his arm around your waist to pull you firmly against him.

“That’s it baby,” Jungkook groaned into your ear, gripping onto the counter with his free hand to fuck you better. You were on the edge of the sink and he bucked his hips up to reach that pleasure spot he had found with his fingers just moments ago and had you moaned loudly into his ear, “You sound pretty, tell me how it feels.”

“Feels good,” you whispered softly against his neck, lips teasing kisses against his skin that made the veins in his arms bulge, “Don’t stop, please.”

“Ngh, Y/n, beg for me,” Jungkook said with a deep voice filled with lust as he fucked you with all his strength. There were too many layers of clothing between you but neither of you seemed to have the time or energy to tear them off. You were both too focused on the pleasure that came from feeling his skin against yours.

Your legs tightened around his waist forcing more of his length into your sopping cunt and his fingers pinched your sides roughly. Without thinking, Jungkook lifted you off the counter. You clung to him as he stepped back and he needed a second to just feel the way your pussy tightened around his hard, thick cock. He wanted to dig into your guts and it was nasty how badly he wanted to have you cum all over him.

It was so unexpected because you always came off as a quiet, reserved person but here you were letting him tear you in two with his fat dick. Jungkook used his strength to push you against the door, letting you drop onto his length before backing his hips up and pistoning them back into you.

“Fuck, I can’t,” your legs tightened around him with your face digging into his neck, “Jungkook, baby, I can’t.”

“You can,” He whispered, pressing you firmly into the wall, “Come on baby, take it.”

“Too much,” You whined, squeezing your eyes shut as he picked up the pace and you searched around for something to hold. Your hand tightened around the doorknob, trying to anchor yourself as he fucked you so good you could barely focus on anything but the pleasure, “I’m so close.”

Jungkook’s hand held you firmly by the waist while the other cupped your ass, groping you harshly as he fucked you onto his length trying to make you cum, “Cum baby, for me. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you moaned, “Kiss me, please?”

He didn’t hesitate to do so, kissing you with tongue as you clung to him, moaning into his ear and shaking slightly. His knees buckled tightly to hold you up and just as he gave one final thrust to the hilt, he felt your orgasm hit you.

Your walls tightened around him, nearly bringing him to his own orgasm before feeling his tip get flooded with your release. His thighs shook with the pressure of it and he felt his strength leaving him. His abdomen grew tense and he pushed you back to the counter where you let your head fall back with pleasure. You swallowed dryly, panting heavily, “Oh my god.”

You were sweaty, tired and overall unsure what to think but your mind hadn’t cleared yet. All you could focus on was the way Jungkook’s dick throbbed painfully hard when he pulled out of you with a slight pop. You eyed his red member, slightly hypnotized by how pretty it looked and you dropped to your knees wordlessly.

Jungkook watched you slip down on your knees in front of him and it took him a moment to process what was going on. He was hard, so fucking hard he couldn’t think straight and it wasn’t until your hands held his thighs, eyeing his cock hungrily did he realize what you wanted to do. He brought a hand fo attempt and gently brush your hair back, “Y/n, baby, you don’t have t—oh fuck.”

His jaw went slack when your hands circled his base, your lips on his tip and taking him down your throat suddenly. Your nose brushed against the base of his cock, eyes watering as you tried relaxing your throat around him and he nearly stumbled back with surprise, “Y/n.”

You ignored his call of your name, and began to bob your head against his length, your tongue licking along the thick vein you discovered earlier and feeling his hands sink into your hair to guide you, “That’s it, fuck.”

Jungkook looked at his reflection in the mirror, turned on by the way your head was seen bobbing against his length and his body was overheating so much he had to pull his shirt over his toned chest to cool down. It gave him a perfect view of the way his cock disappeared between your lips.

The thought of having you like this hadn’t dawned on him yet but now he couldn’t forget it. The memory would always be ingrained in his mind and although he doesn’t know if he’ll never get a chance to do this again, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

You gradually began to pick up the pace, using your hands to hold closed fists around his cock to help stroke what didn’t fit in your mouth. You swallowed and bobbed around his dick hungrily, moaning around him and hollowing your cheeks when you would pull your head back until only his tip was between your lips.

As ashamed as he was to admit it, he wasn’t going to be able to hold himself back anymore. Still wanting to warn you, he tried to guide your head off him, “I’m close.”

All it did was push you to take him deeper, stopping when he hit the back of your throat and sucked. Jungkook’s eyes squeezed shut with a loud growl as his orgasm hit him harder than it had in a very long time.

You coughed as his cum sprayed down your throat, thick and creamy with a bittersweet taste that you tried to lick up. You would’ve cleaned him off fully despite his legs shaking but he pulled you off. He pulled his softening dick out of your wet mouth with a huff, panting heavily as he looked down at you.

“Y/n,” his voice was dry, pulling you up to your feet, “That was…”

He couldn’t even get the words out as he watched you lick the corner of your lips and without thinking about it, he pulled you into a heated kiss. You kissed him back with need, moaning against him as his tongue circled around yours hungrily, not caring for the way he tased on you. You only broke away to catch your breath, realization dawning at you as you looked at his messy appearance that surely mirrored yours.

You sat against the counter for a moment, attempting to catch your breath as Jungkook did the same. The two of you were silently readjusting your clothes again and you needed just a moment to yourself. He looked at you, buttoning his jeans back up, “Is everything… okay?”

“Yeah, um, can I just get a minute,” You said with a hoarse voice trying to pretend like you couldn’t see the way his shoulders slumped down. With a short nod of his head, he left the bathroom to let you wash up and for a moment you just looked at yourself in the mirror.

Your reflection looked different, maybe because what you had just done was so out of character and with your best friend’s ex but… why did it feel right?

Jungkook wondered what would happen now, if you expected him to leave the room or wait for you but he wanted to be with you. He didn’t want to walk out and think that because he got something he’s been wanting for years now, he’ll just leave. He knows the others are looking for him, mostly because he’s gotten a few texts now asking where he’s at but he can’t bring it in himself to care. When you opened the bathroom door into the dark room, he looked like a deer caught in headlights, rushing to his feet, “Are you sure everything is fine?”

“Yeah, yes,” you nodded stiffly, “If you want to go out there with everyone else that’s fine. I won’t be upset or anything.”

“Well, I was kind of wondering if you wanted to come back to mine?”

The first thing you noticed the following morning aside from the sun shining down on your face was the heavy arm across your waist. It made your eyes flutter awake with a small huff leaving your lips as you attempted to stretch your limbs but it tightened around you, securing you closer to Jungkook’s naked chest.

“Morning,” he mumbled sleepily into your hair as he hugged you closer.

“What time is it?” You asked awkwardly, trying to sit up making his arm slide to your hips instead. You reached for your cell phone, eyes widening by the number of text messages.

miyoung: bye I was drunkkkkkk 😳

miyoung: did I 🤮 at all?

miyoung: r u alive

miyoung: helloooooooo

A quiet sigh escaped your lips as you read it over. Either she couldn’t remember how upset she was in the car or she’s going to pretend like nothing at all happened.

God, what did you do?

“Y/n,” Jungkook grumbled tiredly, “Lay back down.”

“I should go,” You bit your lip nervously. If Miyoung forgot what happened last night then maybe she forgot about Jungkook asking you and won’t know you… slept with him. Fuck, were you a bad friend?

He dated your best friend and dumped her out of the blue making it obvious he wanted nothing to do with her and here you are letting him fuck you in the bathroom. What did that make you? You had a poor lapse of judgment last night, you acted out of character and hadn’t been behaving like yourself at all.

“Why?” He sat up suddenly, “You don’t work today, right? Why don’t we go grab breakfast—well, brunch.”

You looked down at him, unable to stop yourself from taking in his appearance. He had bed hair, no shirt on and his blanket draped over his waist. He failed to take off his jewelry last night so he still wears silver chain necklaces around his neck and leather bracelets. You couldn’t possibly spend time with him still. It wasn’t right, right?

Just as you were ready to give him your answer, your phone began to vibrate with an incoming call. You looked down at the screen and a picture of you and Miyoung displayed on the screen that had Jungkook huffing quietly and laying back down, close to giving up.

In all honesty, you weren’t in the mood to talk to her. It still bothered you by how harsh she was last night but there’s a chance she doesn’t even remember and… “Hello?”

“Tell me why I have a raging headache when I barely drank last night?” Miyoung said immediately once the call went through, “It’s your fault y’know for upsetting me.”

You couldn’t see her but she was walking on a treadmill in her apartment acting like everything was completely normal. Jungkook didn’t care for your conversation either but he was focused on the way you looked first thing in the morning.

You looked cute, undeniably cute with circles under your eyes and a disheveled appearance. You wore an oversized shirt of his so you wouldn’t have to sleep in such uncomfortable clothes and he loved it. You looked good in his clothes.

Without thinking, he sat up and pressed his lips to yours in a short and surprising kiss. You flinched back with confusion, nearly dropping your phone in the process but he backed away with a small smile. You tried to glare at him but you couldn’t stop from smiling and it annoyed you when he placed a gentle kiss against your neck that made you feel flustered. You almost forgot you were on the phone when he leaned in for a kiss again and one you would surely grant.

“But I forgive you,” Miyoung said suddenly.

“What?”

“I forgive you, I’m over it,” Miyoung said with a shrug you couldn’t see, “Our friendship means more to me than Jungkook and I know you would never do anything that you know would upset me so… it’s whatever. In the past.”

“Wait,” You held up a hand to Jungkook as you said it to the both of them, “When did I apologize?”

He stopped immediately, looking at you with concern as Miyoung went on, “I mean, we both know you were going to. I’m just letting you know it’s alright.”

“No, Miyoung, I wasn’t going to,” you couldn’t help but scoff, “I haven’t done anything wrong.”

Technically.

Jungkook raised his brows, surprised by your tone and a little turned on? Was that okay to say?

“I didn’t mean it like that, but you know… you were flirting with the guy who dumped me,” Miyoung said, “It’s fine, whatever, you want to flirt with Jungkook, I don’t care anymore I just thought I meant more to you as a friend.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment as you looked down at Jungkook who couldn’t seem to go more than a minute without attention. He had your free hand in his measuring your size difference and you released a sigh, “You know what, I’m kind of busy right now so I’ll call you later.”

Miyoung wasn’t able to get a word in before you ended the call, turning your attention to Jungkook, “You’re getting me in trouble, sir.”

“I’m terribly sorry,” he said, biting back a grin, “How should I make it up to you? Brunch?”

“You’re still thinking about that?” You asked with a slight laugh.

It was strange trying not to let your best friend’s feelings bring you down too.

“I’m hungry,” Jungkook said, hand on his toned stomach for detail.

“I don’t have clothes or, I don’t know, a toothbrush,” you couldn’t help but sound sarcastic, falling back on the bed with an arm on his chest.

“Don’t worry, I got you.”

In the end you caved to his incessant begging and found yourself dressed as casual as ever with an oversized tee and the skirt you wore last night clashing horribly. The only thing that had you regretting it was what stood [parked] in front of you.

“You’re not serious, are you?” You asked as you watched him walk up to you with a helmet in his hands, “I can’t get on that.”

“You can,” Jungkook said, putting it over your head, “I’m a very safe driver.”

“What about your car?” You asked nervously as he buckled[?] you into the head gear, “Can’t we just go in that.”

“We can but that won’t impress you,” Jungkook snorted a laugh as he got his own helmet on, “Come on Y/n, I won’t kill you, don’t worry.”

With a small sigh you nodded, letting him lead you to the bike and he swung a leg over to straddle it and patted the seat right behind him. Frankly, you didn’t care that you were in a skirt. You know that there’s an appropriate way for people in skirts to straddle something but you cared more about living so you straddled it the way he did. Jungkook couldn’t help but smile as he felt the softer touch of your hands on his waist and without saying a word, he pulled you into him suddenly. Your chest was pressed to his back and your arms snug around his waist.

“Atta girl, no time to be shy now,” he chuckled, feeling you smack his arm playfully.

If he were being honest, he liked this side of you. He’s never seen it before and it was breathtaking and enjoyable. Before when you were just classmates you were still stand offish from him and the only night he got you to open up was the first time he ran into you and met Miyoung. It was short lived and once he dated her, he rarely got to see you alone.

When he got back, you would barely even look at him yet whatever spurred last night’s events seemed to open up new possibilities for you two. You haven’t talked about what happened but he’s expecting it almost excitedly.

Jungkook’s hand ran up your thighs, securing you to him as he started up the motorcycle, feeling the smoothness of your leg and teasing the end of your skirt with a small tug, “Ready?”

He felt you squeeze harder before taking off.

The cafe was small and filled with warmth making this feel oddly close to a date… which is probably because it was? You’re still not sure how to take it.

“Did I really get you in trouble?” Jungkook asked as he cut his breakfast sandwich in half before doing the same with yours. When you looked at him he looked concerned by the notion. You didn’t have to ask to know what he was referring to and you couldn’t help but sigh, “Not really, sorry, it was more my fault than any—“

“Why though?” Jungkook cut you off, “Why is it always your fault? You can’t talk to me now?”

“You know we didn’t just talk,” you bit your lip nervously. You couldn’t meet his gaze and he didn’t like that.

He huffed in annoyance, “But she doesn’t know, or does she? I mean, what does it matter?”

“You dated. She’s my best friend and it bothers her, I already feel guilty for what happened last night—not that I regret it, don’t get me wrong but… well, it’s just confusing and it upsets her,” You rambled, still defending Miyoung even when she was slowly getting under your skin.

“We dated so long ago, it was such a short fling,” Jungkook said with a laugh as he went back to eating, “And she dumped me so why does it matter if you and I get together?”

“I don’t know, I just… she’s my best frie—wait, what did you say?” You met his stare suddenly making him set down his coffee cup to answer.

“She dumped me so why can’t you and I…” he stopped. Did you mean for him to repeat the part about being with you? Did you want him to say it again, maybe use the right words this time?

Why is he saying Miyoung dumped him? You remember the day exactly.

Miyoung called you while you were studying in the library late one night, not fully in tears but clearly under duress and she couldn’t stop herself from letting her emotions get to her. She went on to tell you how Jungkook dumped her suddenly over a phone call because he wasn’t interested anymore and was just using her or something.

You remember because you left the library to go comfort her and you almost ran into him on campus and he wouldn’t even look you in the eye…

He dumped her because he got bored, that’s why she asked you to stop talking to him. He was just like every other guy according to her and you owed her the promise to avoid him. It was you who introduced them anyway and…

Why is it that any guy you’ve ever thought you’ve liked would fall for her instead, only to dump her and in return make her ask you to not speak to them again?

Jungkook wasn’t the first so when she asked you to avoid him, it bothered you a little but you soon got over it and did as told.

You always do as told without questioning it.

“You broke up with her.”

He chuckled, shaking his head no, “I was going to but she beat me to it. I don’t know how honest you want me to be this early in the day.”

“Tell me,” you urged him on.

“I wanted to break up with her but I had this sick feeling that I wasn’t going to be able to talk to you as much anymore or it would be awkward so I stuck it out,” Jungkook said it with a shrug, “But then she dumped me and suddenly you won’t even look at me so it was worse for me, I guess.”

Your eyebrows stitched together with confusion, “What are you saying? Why did you care if I talked to you or not? You went for Miyoung the second you met her—“

“That’s not true, actually,” Jungkook confessed, deciding if you wanted honesty he would give it even if it embarrassed him, “I wanted you.”

“And when I met her, I was obviously there at the bar trying to talk to you but she kept butting in and next thing I know, you were off talking to Yoongi and ignoring me,” Jungkook went on, “To be honest, I was kind of insecure back then, like really insecure and I was trying to get you to notice me but everytime someone would cu—“

“Jungkook, stop, I just… no, you did not like me, you dated Miyoung,” You cut him off, fidgeting in your seat anxiously, “It’s fine, it’s in the past.”

“No it’s not fine and I asked how honest you wanted me to be and you told me to tell you so I’m going to,” Jungkook said more seriously, “I was insecure, alright? I had just moved to the city and I shared class with this pretty, incredibly smart girl who would barely give me any time of day. Honestly it was kind of depressing, I was kinda depressed at the time and I needed a boost to talk to you so I asked Miyoung and… she said you were into someone else so I was pretty bummed out. Then she’s kind of just everywhere and she actually tries to talk to me so when she asks me out, I say yes but I realize I still have to see you.”

“And I liked being around you even though I probably shouldn’t have because technically I was dating her at this point and I realized that I practically screwed up whatever chance I might have had with you,” Jungkook couldn’t stop himself anymore. He was saying whatever was on his mind, barely giving you time to process any of it before continuing, “Yes, I know it’s fucked up because whenever I thought it might work and I might catch real feelings for her, you would came around and they just went out the window. So it was getting harder and harder to keep pretending and I wanted to break up with her but I was worried you wouldn’t talk to me anymore.”

“She beat me to it and dumped me because she was bored and I was relieved, honestly, but then I see you on campus and you can’t even look at me anymore,” Jungkook cleared his throat, “Then life went on, I moved away, moved back, ran into you again and…”

“And what?” You asked breathlessly, lips dry and completely frozen in your seat.

He looked at you warmly, “I found you, everything just came back and I knew I didn’t want to lose you a second time. I wanted to ask you out the first night at the bar but you didn’t even want to talk to me so I tried again last night and you were so ready to blow me off when Miyoung came along. I don’t know what made you come back to the party and I don’t want you thinking I’m some sleazy guy who acts like that with just anyone. I was just… it was unexpected and I had been waiting years for something to happen between us.”

Suddenly, this didn’t feel like an easy brunch inside a warm and cozy cafe anymore. In all honesty, it felt a little suffocating now and you don’t know how to explain it, but you didn’t want to be here. So much has just been thrown at you and you don’t think you can handle it all.

What did he mean that he liked you first?

Why had Miyoung told him you were into someone else? You learned to stop sharing who you liked with her so long ago and had never once told her anything like that in school. Why couldn’t she just have asked you? Why did she ask him out after he made it known he wanted you?

You don’t care that he said yes, that really was in the past for you. Now you’re more focused on why someone who was supposed to be your best friend would act so sneaky? What did she gain from it?

Why did she lie and say he dumped her? Was it just so she can paint him as a villain and make you not want to talk to him anymore? Why would she do that?

“Y/n?” He called your name waiting for you to respond to him but you just sat there stunned, “I’m sorry, I know I was a piece of shit for dating her when I wanted you bu—Y/n.”

Your mind is filled with questions that you couldn’t answer and it was overwhelming. The cafe felt suddenly overwhelming and you just had to get out of there, so you did.

“Earth to Y/n, I don’t know how long you plan on ignoring the world but I know you’re not too busy with work to ignore your friends.”

Tacky, Taehyung was so very tacky leaving a concerning voicemail. Who left voicemails these days?

And he was being dramatic, he’s acting like you’ve fallen off the face of the Earth but that’s not true. You’ve just been holed up at either the office or your home for the past week, avoiding any call or text from anyone so you could be alone with your thoughts.

Alright it’s been over a week, almost two and maybe it is a little concerning but you’re telling yourself you’re just being dramatic.

“Y/n you better open the door before I break it down,” Taehyung’s muffled voice boomed from the other side of your front door and you begrudgingly went to let him in.

“Relax, I’m not dead,” You muttered under your breath as you let him in.

“Damn near!” Taehyung said loudly as he let himself through the door, “What is up with you? You haven’t responded to any text I was beginning to get worried.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you flopped down onto your couch, “I’ve just been tired.”

“Too tired to answer the phone?” Taehyung asked sitting down next to you, “Miyoung, I get. Ignore her all you want but me? What did I ever do to you? What’s up with you? I haven’t talked to you since the party. Did something happen?”

With a small sigh, you let your head rest against the back of the couch, “I slept with Jungkook.”

“Really?” Taehyung seemed genuinely surprised, “So fallout with Miyoung I’m assuming? Look, I personally don’t get why you try to make her happy but she’ll get over it. Did you like it? Like him?”

“Yes, I don’t know, I’m confused, I don’t know what to believe anymore,” you admitted, “And I feel so dumb because this shouldn’t be a big deal.”

“Alright well I need you to rewind and explain things better so my pea brain can handle it,” Taehyung made himself comfortable, “You’ve gone Ghost for over a week, I want to know why. Was it because of Jungkook? Miyoung? If you think sleeping with him makes you a bad friend the—“

“She’s a liar,” you cut in, “And it shouldn’t bother me so much because she’s my best friend but that’s why it bothers me, Tae. I’ve known her for so long, and I’ve always tried to be a good friend to her but it was never enough. So I tried harder and harder because who else would be there for me like her but… now that I’m looking back on it, I don’t think she’s ever cared about me as much as I care about her and it sucks, honestly.”

Taehyung wanted to tell you so many people cared about you but he wanted you to say whatever you needed to say first.

“You know what Jungkook said? He said Miyoung knew he apparently liked me before and still asked him out—and lied about how I felt about him,” You said, “And okay, why would I fight over a guy with my best friend but now that I’m thinking about it… it’s fucked up right? She lied that he dumped her and begged me to avoid him. You saw how she acted the other night just because he talked to me. What was that about?”

You weren’t going to go into full detail about the past because you owed Jungkook enough to not tell Taehyung about everything he said but he needed context.

“And I know it’s in the past so I should just move on but I can’t,” You admitted, “I still like him but if I… I get with him Miyoung would never let me forget that she dated him first, even if he liked me. It’s just all so confusing and overwhelming and it sucks that I’m letting it get to me like this but… it’s not fair.”

Once again, Taehyung didn’t say anything but he could tell you were feeling emotional by the way your voice began to shake.

“I like him, and not in the way I liked him before but I like this new him too, and it’s not fair that even if she lied or even if she snaps at me about shit that doesn’t matter, I will still feel guilty,” You finished.

“Y/n,” Taehyung cleared his throat, “Obviously I don’t know everything that happened back then but… I think that if you feel for him what he feels for you, it shouldn’t matter what she says. And honestly, I just… I wish you could see that there are so many people who care about you so much and you don’t have to put up with being belittled by someone who is supposed to be your best friend just because you have history. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the past, if it’s upsetting you now then clearly it still matters so don’t try to downplay your emotions.”

“But she’s my best friend,” your lip quivered.

“Then what am I?” He forced his lip to quiver as well.

“You’re my best friend too,” you sniffled.

Taehyung mimicked your expression, “Then as your best friend, I’m telling you to stop trying to make excuses for people who don’t treat you right—and go fix it with this guy.”

“Bu—“

“Y/n, I know you,” Taehyung sighed, “And I know that you’re not going to do anything if you think it upsets her but she doesn’t deserve a friend like you. You deserve to go be with whoever you want. I don’t care about what she says and at this point neither should you. I know that right now it’s confusing and you’re overwhelmed but if you’ve been ignoring me you’ve been ignoring him—I hope because if it’s just me that’s cold—and if the girl I had feelings for ghosted me… I’d be hurt.”

Jungkook was not hurt. He was… y'know, perfectly fine and that’s what he kept telling himself. It’s not like you made any real sign of feeling something for him too after hooking up and maybe that had just been a casual, one time thing. He can handle that, he’s grown.

Sure, he sort of spilled his damn heart out to you just for you to storm off on him and not reach out to him in days but he’s not bothered by it at all. That’s why when his two closest friends called Saturday night asking him to go clubbing… he said yes.

It was a chance to possibly let it go, forget it even, but it wasn’t easy. He was aware that he was possibly reading too into what happened the other night but could you blame him? You’re suddenly all about him and spend the night at his place where you wake up in his arms before going out to eat. It was like the perfect set up for a what if yet it went all wrong. Clearly it was his fault for being hopeful.

“So who else did you say is meeting us here?” Jungkook asked Hoseok for confirmation as he passed him a drink. The music played loudly in his eardrums that it was borderline painful and he wanted to leave more than anything but there was that stupid what if in his head.

“Jimin’s joining later on and so is Namjoon and his girl,” Hoseok said as he made sure everyone else had what they ordered, “Oh, and Y/n too, I think.”

“Y/n?” Jungkook tried clarifying. Hoseok smiled, “I know, it’s weird, Y/n seriously rarely comes out but all of a sudden she’s starting to more. I mean, lately she has, probably since around the time you got back?”

Jungkook let his friend go off to do whatever he wanted while he stood there seemingly frozen. Tonight would be the first time in days that he sees you—talks to you—and he’s not sure how to handle it. There’s nothing he can do about it either because he hasn’t confided in anyone yet but it’s painfully obvious that he’s waiting for you.

Yoongi noticed first, like he usually did, and tried talking to him, “What’s up with you? You’ve been antsy since the party, will you finally tell me where you ran off to?”

“Yeah man, don’t think we didn’t notice when you disappeared,” Jin said with a slight wink, “We just want to know with who.”

“Y/n.”

He could see you from the corner of his eye when you joined them at a table they had found. You came with Jimin by your side and a shy smile on your face. He assumed it was Hoseok who had screamed your name considering how he hogged your attention with a huge grin and Jungkook felt nervous all of a sudden.

As embarrassing as it was, Jungkook had nearly forgotten what he was asked until he looked back at Yoongi and Jin who looked at him expectantly. A nervous laugh escaped his lips as he shrugged, “Did you guys miss me too much?”

“Sneaky guy, don’t change the subject,” Jin laughed before letting Jungkook shift his attention back to you, making it painfully obvious where he was focused.

You felt a little nervous to be out tonight but after what you had talked about with Taehyung, you knew he was right. You acted strange with Jungkook after he opened up his side of things to you and it was plain wrong. Part of you isn’t even sure if he’s actually interested or not since he didn’t reach out to you this week and it made you wonder if he was really upset.

And if he was, would that mean that he didn’t want to speak to you?

“I need a drink,” you mumbled to yourself more than to the others but it made a good excuse to at least try. You looked at Jungkook for the first time since you got there and cleared your throat to awkwardly ask, “Jungkook, do you mind going with me?”

“Get me another, will ya?” Yoongi asked with a sudden wink that made Jungkook do a double take. Was he winking over the drink or him leaving with you?

He nodded his head in response and without question followed you to the bar once more. The bar was packed from all sides and Jungkook had to fight his way to the counter working as a barrier from people pushing at you. If he were to be honest, he wanted to skip the questions and get close to you again but he had to stay strong. He needed answers, right?

“Are we good?” Was the only thing he could think to ask.

You looked at him warmly, sitting down on the stool at the counter with him standing close to you, his hand itching to reach for you. Your lip caught between your teeth as you nodded, “Are we?”

For some reason he didn’t expect to be asked that back. It made him wonder if he thought you were. It was undeniably embarrassing to have you walk out on him like that after he thought it had been going good but did that mean he was truly upset with you?

“Yeah,” he nodded stiffly, blinking nervously and looking to the bartender who noticed them a while ago but had to attend to earlier customers first, “But uh, I guess I am just a little confused by it all. Did I do something to upset you? Was it what I said?”

“No, no, I’m sorry, it wasn’t you,” You blurted out, “It was me, I wasn’t thinking straight and I feel really bad about leaving like that.”

“Then why didn’t you just call or even text me?” Jungkook asked honestly, “I… I think that’s what bothered me the most.”

You looked down at your hands, “I'm sorry. I didn’t talk to anyone, seriously, and I did think about reaching out to you but I don’t know, I’m really bad at explaining things.”

“Well can you try? I know it was sudden but I thought it had been going good,” Jungkook said and the longer he tried getting to the bottom of this, the more annoyed he felt that you couldn’t just say it, “I think I’ve made it clear now how I feel about you and all I’m asking is for you to do the same.”

“I—yes,” you stumbled over your words, “I mean, I’m trying to be clear now but I’m doing a shit job at it. I did have a good time with you but it was honestly, really out of character for me to yknow… and then the whole Miyoung thing and I’m sorry but it was just a lot all at once. It’s definitely not fair to you that I acted that way, but I do have feelings for you.”

He let out a sigh, feeling unsure how to take it and stuck between wanting to smile in relief and wanting to be upset. You didn’t text him, nothing. How is that fair? He wanted to reach out to you but after the way you left he thought he would just make it worse if he kept bothering you. The bartender finally got to you two and he let you speak first as he tried gathering his thoughts a little more.

“But what does this mean?” Jungkook asked now, “I want you and you want me, right? So, what does this mean Y/n because right now I’m still confused by it all. If it’s because of Miyoung then—“

“No, it’s not, honestly,” You said, reaching for him, pinching the bottom of his shirt between your fingers to pull him toward you, “I don't care what she thinks anymore, I like you and I should have just said that from the beginning.”

The pull was harsh and had him looking down with his lips slightly parted in surprise, “Y/n, you’re not being fair.”

You knew it. You knew you probably ruined your chance now and coming to see him had just been a waste. You nearly let go of him when he continued, “You can’t ignore me and walk out on me and then just tell me you want me too, expecting everything to be fine.”

He had to be tough. He can’t just let it go even though you’re saying everything he wants to hear.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” you said with a slight frown, “I can leave if you want me to.”

“Ugh,” he groaned, unable to help himself anymore as he closed the distance between you two. He circled an arm around you and pulled you into a hug, “Why would I want you to leave when I’ve been waiting for you to get here?”

“What?” You asked, hands finding his waist as he held you, “I thought you were mad.”

“I was,” Jungkook said, “So you don’t know how annoyed I am with myself right now. All it takes is for you to sweet talk me a bit and give me those eyes of yours for me to fold, that’s embarrassing.”

“Jungkook,” you said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have walked out like that. I should have texted you and if you want to be mad, I get it. If you want to think it over an—“

“And what if I don’t?” He asked looking down at your pouty lips and glossy eyes, “What if I just want to let it go and be with you without any more problems? Can I do that?”

His tone was surprisingly firm and you couldn’t do anything but nod, “Okay.”

It didn’t change the fact that you still felt bad because it seemed like you were being let off the hook easily but what else could you do? Jungkook really did seem ready to move past it and that’s why you came here in the first place. You just hadn’t expected it to be so easy and it made you feel bad.

When your drinks were ready, you opened up a tab despite his protests to just put it on his and the two of you got back to the group like nothing had happened. There was still a lot that needed to be talked about before you told anyone about what happened but it’s not like they were all oblivious.

Jimin, for instance, had been keeping an eye on you two at the bar since you left and had seen the majority of your conversation but he didn’t bring it up. Instead he watched silently for your little glances in each other’s direction and shy smiles. It was obvious to Yoongi too that Jungkook was in a much better mood now than earlier and it wasn’t hard for him to figure out why.

Perhaps for the same reason you had suddenly started joining them more often, being more comfortable too.

It had been a slow start for the two of you after the night at the club. Neither one of you seemed to want to rush into things but at times there was a strong pull. Tonight was going to be your first official date but you were keeping that information to your friends until you figure out if this works or not.

Jungkook picked you up from your apartment and drove to a nice restaurant where the two of you sat for dinner. He was very attentive to you, making sure your glass was always full and all your needs met and it was a surprisingly good feeling to be taken care of this way. You’ve dated in the past but you can’t say you’ve always chosen the right ones. You had a tendency to lean toward the ones who were overly forward with you because in your mind there was no doubt they liked you.

At first it would be nice but then you would realize that it was more of a conquering feeling to them than actually wanting to be with you and you would be left heartbroken. That’s part of why you rarely put yourself out there.

Jungkook is different though, he always has been. When you first met him he was forward but aloof. You never expected him to actually like you because you couldn’t see the signs clearly and the way things turned out it just never worked. Now that he’s been back he’s almost like an entirely different person in the sense that he’s ready to go for what he wants and it’s sort of admirable.

If you had been able to do that back then maybe you would have had him sooner but there was no point in dwelling in the past. He was here now and so were you. Honestly, knowing that there's something that’s been brewing between you two for a long time made it easier to feel confident around him.

“Why are you so pretty?” Jungkook couldn’t help but ask even if his mouth was full. He was trying not to smile too as he said that.

“Oh my god,” You felt your face heat up, tempted to hide behind your hand. It took you a moment to think of a response and it was surprising for the both of you to hear you say, “Why are you?”

Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly in hopes of not seeming too affected by your words. It didn’t work and he broke out into a grin, “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Dinner was filled with small flirting here and there. It’s crazy how well you and him seemed to get along when you stopped worry about other things. He made you smile, really smile and you made him feel giddy whenever he talked to you. He wanted to spend his night with you and nobody else.

“Are we going to meet with everyone else after this?” You asked as he pulled your chair out for you and you got up from the table. After some back and forth arguing, he eventually took care of the bill despite your protests and the night felt near its finish much to your disappointment.

It was the weekend and you’ve been trying to go out with your friends more and they had asked to meet up later—but both you and Jungkook had to tell them maybe.

“Do we have to?” He asked, taking your bag in one hand and holding yours with the other, “You think they’ll get a little suspicious if we’re both gone?”

You walked with him across the restaurant toward the entrance. You weren’t paying much attention to the people you passed, “I’m sure they know.”

Your response surprised him a bit and he couldn’t help but ask, “Really? Has it been that obvious?”

“Yeah, Jimin called me out on it the other night,” you shrugged, reaching for your bag to look for chapstick while he led you to the front. You couldn’t meet his eyes because you sensed where this was going.

“What’d he say?” Jungkook asked slowing his pace for you.

You blinked nervously, distracting yourself with your lipbalm as you tried sounding casual, “He asked why we were being so sneaky at the bar.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly, opening the door for you as he said, “Damn, what did you say?”

“I said because we’re together.”

You tried being slick about it and slide past him without much attention but it was useless. He stood in front of you with a smile on his face, “Oh, we are? I don’t remember you clarifying that. Can you remind me when you asked me to be your man?”

“Oh god, don’t act like that,” you whined shyly.

“I’m sorry baby, I gotta hear you say it with your own words. What’d you tell him?” Jungkook blocked your path, hands finding your waist and keeping you from running. He liked making you flustered and you had no idea how you left him with a racing heart.

You pouted, looking at him seriously, “Jungkook.”

The two of you stood outside the restaurant looking like a playful couple that maybe had one too many drinks but it was all Jungkook’s fault. He wouldn’t let it go to rest and even had the nerve to smirk as he teasingly said, “That’s not how you say ‘Boyfriend’.”

“You’re ridiculous, we talked about this,” you said, focused on his chest to hide your embarrassment.

Jungkook just grinned mischievously, “What did you tell him?”

“I said you were my boyfriend,” you mumbled into his chest.

“Your what?” He asked trying to step back and get a good look at your face, “Come on baby, don’t get shy on me now.”

You whined, “Jung—“

“Your what?” He was laughing now, not caring for whoever might pass them and stare because he felt good. Too good to be affected by a stranger’s judgement.

“My boyfriend,” you sighed with embarrassment, “You heard me the first time, goof.”

“That’s what I thought, alright, you ready to go?” He asked with a chuckled as he took your hand in his ready to walk with you to the car.

“Y/n?”

You both stopped in your step, wondering if it really was your name you had heard. You looked back toward the rest, eyes threatening to widen with surprise as you looked at the person who stood at the entrance. She was with a group of people all headed inside but when she saw you, she stopped.

“Miyoung, hey,” You cleared your throat awkwardly, your demeanor changing completely.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” She asked as her eyes trailed behind you where Jungkook was looking at you with worry and confusion. He wanted to make sure everything would be alright, knowing how Miyoung would react. He didn’t want your good night to be ruined over something petty.

“What do you mean? I’m uh, I was just having dinner,” you said stiffly, looking back at Jungkook which proved to be a mistake because it seemed to solidify his presence to her.

“With jungkook?” She asked with a snappy tone. Miyoung shooed away her friends, telling them to go in without her as she approached you.

“Yeah.”

“Why?” Her brow arched with amusement, clearly ticked off and in disbelief by what she saw before her. Like usual, the situation seemed much worse than it really was.

It was time for you to be up front. What’s the point in putting yourself out there and letting yourself open up to him if you wouldn’t have the courage to make it known? You swallowed dryly, “Because we’re… dating.”

Jungkook had stepped back from the situation, not wanting to worsen it so he stood off by a light post not too far for a smoke break. He tried distracting himself with lighting his cigarette but he couldn’t help but freeze up when you said that. It brought a shy smile to his face as he waited for you to finish.

“No, you’re not,” Miyoung scoffed looking back at Jungkook as if betrayed by him too. You blinked with confusion, what did she mean you’re not? Did she expect you to be joking or back down? “We are.”

Miyoung stood in front of you now, slightly taller, “Y/n, you’ve been ignoring me for weeks and now you’re saying you’re dating my ex boyfriend? What kind of friend are you?”

This time it was you who scoffed lightly, looking away from her to try and process what you would say but you had spent too much time already trying to think it over, “The thing is, um, I’ve been kind of wondering the same about you.”

“Me?” She looked down at you genuinely taken back, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat and tried to gather the courage to just say it. You could feel Jungkook around, listening but giving you space and it was like a push start for you to say what was really on your mind, “I’m just tired of feeling like I’m the only one who puts effort into being friends and I don’t see the point in always fighting. We’re not together, we don’t have to be friends if it always has to be some sort of argument. It’s getting tiring at this point and I think maybe it’s best we just distance ourselves from each other.”

“You’re kidding, right? I’m like the only person who really cares about you, Y/n. Don’t act stupid.”

Although that made Jungkook want to intervene and tell her how very wrong she was, he didn’t. He didn’t want to speak for you. He knew you could speak for yourself and he should let you, even if he was itching to cut in.

“No, I don’t think you are. I know you think you are so you always tell me you are, but you’re not. People like me for me and not just because I’m friends with you,” you said coldly and your tone was definitive it left her speechless. It had to be one of the first times you were ever remotely close to snappy with her and she didn’t expect it.

“I know it’s hard for you to think of me as my own person but I don’t have to do what you want,” You said, “And I think you only boss me around and act sneaky behind my back because you’re threatened by me.”

She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. What you said left her rendered quiet. You waited too, waited to see if she would tell you to stand down but she didn’t and you didn’t give her time too, “ But I think I should go, I don’t want to bother your dinner any longer—and uh, maybe we just shouldn’t contact each other anymore.”

Jungkook had forgotten about his smoke break, jaw nearly to the floor at how confident you sounded. It was obvious you had never spoken to Miyoung that way but she couldn’t even deny what you said. You did it so casually and like you couldn’t care less which made you seem mature compared to Miyoung’s tantrums.

“Why was that kind of hot?” Jungkook asked as you finally reached him under the light post. Miyoung had stormed off with an evil glare that he ignored telling you how “You’re done”.

He looked down at you with hazed eyes, amazed and enamored. You scrunch your face curiously, “What was?”

“You, right now,” He chuckled, reaching for your hand in his, “Kind of scary too. Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

“You’re exaggerating,” you tried to laugh it off, “I wasn’t mean, was I?”

It was so dumb of you to still be worried about it but you couldn’t help it.

“No, you were calm and casual but that was so scary,” Jungkook gasped dramatically, “Because I know you were mad at her—… it was mean but only a little and so very very hot, and you’re doing all this in that dress…”

Without meaning to be, Jungkook was sort of like your hype man. You were worried about being too harsh, you still are, but he made you feel better about it. Part of you will never not feel in the wrong for being with Jungkook but you’ve gotten the rest off your chest and it felt good. Maybe you were a bit mean or maybe you weren’t, you could never be entirely sure but Jungkook seemed to be on your side no matter what.

“You like my dress?” You asked him with a teasing smile as he held the car door open for you.

“I really do,” he played with his lip ring, looking down at you.

“Then take it off me.”

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook whispered to himself as he looked around the parking lot, “Here?”

You broke out into a laugh as you sat down. Your words got to him easier than you thought and he sighed, “You can’t say that shit to me, Y/n. I’ll actually do it.”

“Let’s go back to my place and see if you can keep your word then,” you told him, watching him close the door with a tense jaw just thinking about it.

You can’t do this to him. You can’t be shy and cute one second and then act like that. You can’t. That’s not fair to him. How is he supposed to not be affected when you say things that get his heart racing while looking so cute? Was this what it would be like dating you? Just constantly caught by surprise?

He did like the way you stood up for yourself. He liked that you spoke your mind more freely than before and he takes joy in hearing you flirt back. In the beginning it felt like he was the one always trying to get you to talk to him or notice him and now you’re saying things that make his head dizzy.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, yknow?” Jungkook asked after the painfully long car ride back to your apartment. He was removing his coat as you sat on the edge of your bed to undo your shoes.

You let out an amused laugh, “What do you mean?”

“I mean… you act all shy and innocent and then you say shit that…” Jungkook let out a groan, “I can’t explain it, you just drive me crazy.”

“In a good way or bad way?” You asked, following him with your eyes as he closed the space between you two until he was at the end of the bed standing in front of you.

“A good way,” he said softly, “I’m finding more sides of you I’ve never seen.”

“And you like it?” You asked shyly, feeling his hands curl around your jaw.

“I do, a lot,” he confessed brushing his lips against yours, “I don't know what I would’ve done if I lost my chance with you again.”

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NO PART TWO

oml yall this took me forever to come up with 😭 I went through at least six other ideas before deciding on this one and I can’t tell how happy I am with it yet but I tried my hardest not the disappoint 🥹 I miss being more active and taking to you all but life has been so busy lately

please let me know how you feel and I promise I’ll try to be more active 🫶🏽

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holy shit, the glow-up vibes are potent as fuck in this pile! people are going to be in absolute awe of you, pile one. your energy, your body, your face card, and your personality are going to have people bowing the fuck down to you. i'm not feeling any sense of arrogance or conceitedness either – you're just truly about to step into your most powerful and authentic self. this was always destined, pile one. this innate magnetism was always inside of you, but you just never truly knew how to wield it entirely. it's like you were dipping your toes in and out of the water, not sure if you should fully submerge yourself in it and become who you've always known you were, or stay digestible and dim your light so others around you could shine. no more of that. this is, and will continue to be, all about you, pile one. you are shedding the people-pleasing tendencies that have held you back for so long.

you are reclaiming your power. you have such a kind heart with a fierce spirit, and you've been suppressing that fierce side of you in fear of what others may think of you or say about you. too many times, you've had your back kicked in at the expense of sparing another person's feelings, and your spirit guides are getting restless from the sidelines watching you repeat these same situations time and time again. they're giving you the green light to boss the fuck up and show these people what you're made of. they're telling me that this is a rebirth for you.

i see you experimenting with your wardrobe and appearance: more sexy, more bold, and more alluring. dark eyeliner, sheer stockings, red tops, lace, denim, corsets, etc. showing more of yourself but still keeping it classy. i'm being drawn to alexa demie, 2000s meagan good/megan fox, and gabriette. very siren-like and hard to miss. this is going to be completely new to you, but it's going to feel sooo good and rewarding. a lot of what you used to say yes to is going to turn into straight no's.

you're going to notice a shift in the people, opportunities, and love offers you attract as well – more fruitful and abundant. they align more with the lifestyle you've always wanted for yourself now that you're rejecting the projections and expectations that no longer serve who you are at the core. you will not be settling for less, pile one, that's for sure! i'm hearing that it's basically giving your pinterest boards come to life lol. i love that for you. things that you've been specifically journaling about and manifesting for yourself are going to come to you with no effort – it's almost going to be alarming. it's like you've been waiting, waiting, waiting, thinking someone was going to come along and shift your reality for you, when really you were the key all along.

i'm seeing a lot of yellow and orange, so your solar plexus and sacral chakra are going to be so fucking activated. you're going to be very selective and protective of your energy, as you should. you'll just be like, wow, what took me so long to lean more into this side of myself? it was necessary, though, because it opened your eyes to the world we live in and how you have to operate and not short-change yourself in spite of what others want or expect from you. some people might not like this transformation of yours, but that's simply not your problem, and those people are not on your same frequency. you already spark a lot of jealousy, but this energy shift right here?! whew. hoes mad, pile one! i'm like seeing tiktok edits in my head of the hot villainous characters like katherine pierce and jennifer check lmao. you're winning, and they're not, my loves!

OTHER CHANNELED MESSAGES:

ashwini, ballin' by partynextdoor, unhealthy codependency, anuradha, tall in height, 1st house, neptune energy, neptune-asc, blick sum by latto ft. playboi carti, manifest it, shatabisha, fashion/modeling industry. scorpio, aries, aquarius.

things have been seeming very redundant lately, pile two. you've been craving change for a while now. i'm picking up that you're really at your wits' end in regards to the job you're currently working at and/or all the responsibilities you have on your shoulders. you've been pushing yourself so hard, but you're starting to wonder if any of it was worth it because you're not seeing the payoff just yet. you might be feeling overlooked or undervalued at the moment, but i definitely see things changing for you.

i see a new job/financial opportunity making its way to you, and it aligns more with what you love to do. it's an offer definitely worth taking, pile two! this is the beginning of something that's going to catapult you to the next level. i see this one opportunity leading to an elevation of your life. it's a chance of a lifetime. you're closing out this current cycle of stagnancy and getting the ball rolling on your desires and the lifestyle you've always wanted for yourself. this isn't on a small scale either, this is huge. it's damn near like whiplash – so sudden and unexpected but very well deserved.

i see you gaining more friends and networking with people that advance you and pour into you as much as you pour into others. this is oddly specific, but i feel like some of you have some very mean-spirited co-workers around you. do not tell these people your plans or anything personal, because they really don't like you (projection because they really don't like themselves lol), and they're secretly sending you the evil eye. if you don't have an idea of who specifically this could be, just know they definitely smile in your face and pose as someone who likes you but say things behind your back that prove otherwise. they're not stopping shit though, so your spirit guides want me to tell you that you have nothing to worry about.

for my singles, i was also picking up on a new romantic suitor having their eyes on you. this person could have a charming and bit of a cocky vibe going for them – they usually like to be chased rather than do the chasing, but something about you is intriguing to them. for some of you that have just gotten out of a relationship, i see you have a couple of options to choose from. there's this energy of being amused and entertained. a lot of people are going to find you to be very irresistible, and the way you carry yourself so gracefully will have many heads turning.

for those of you that are in a committed relationship, i see you two becoming even closer and more vulnerable with each other. any walls you've built around yourself in fear of disappointment or regret will finally be dropped as you learn to trust not only yourself but your partner fully as well. one more thing i will say is that you should make sure you're budgeting your finances properly and remember to take care of any debts you may owe, okay? 444 on the clock. everything is working out in your favor you shall soon see.

OTHER CHANNELED MESSAGES:

6th house, krittika, dark skin, when one door closes another one opens, revati, transformation, jyestha sprung, ideal partner/dream person, taurus, pisces, scorpio moon, nasty by tinashe, fever by dua lipa & angèle.

you've really been keeping to yourself huh, pile three? you could be clashing a lot with your parents/family or just feeling misunderstood by the people closest to you. i feel like things have been a bit chaotic and unstable in your life, especially in regards to your home environment. one minute things are good, but when things get bad, they get pretty fucking bad. ugh, pile three.

i feel like you're very sensitive to your environment, and whatever is going on around you, you absorb it like a sponge. there's inner child wounds that you're working on, and it's really not easy, but your spirit guides want you to know that they're so fucking proud of you. you're doing the work that others weren't brave enough to do in order to heal yourself and your bloodline. some of you might have a very dysfunctional family, and it weighs heavy on you; most times you have to tiptoe around your emotions in order to keep the peace.

i'm also picking up that some of you might have older sibling syndrome – there's immense pressure and expectations put on you since you were a child. whatever the case may be, i feel like you actively doing the work is going to unlock a part of yourself you never really knew was inside. i can feel the passion, the dedication, and the motivation buzzing off you, pile three. 2025 is gonna be your year. the martian energy is strong in this pile. i feel like you had to learn the lessons and really sit back and observe the dynamics around you to come to the realization that NO, you do not want that for yourself and the ones that come after you. you want something stable, something emotionally fulfilling, something that makes you feel free in so many ways than one. you're a very compassionate and selfless person, and you will find someone who will pour equally into you as you do them.

this person that you're attracting is deeply committed, patient, financially secure, thoughtful, and extremely grounded. you'll never be an afterthought when it comes to this person – they'll support you and guide you (if you need them to) every step of the way. you're so used to figuring things out on your own and having to think for others, but this person wants you to simply relax and just be. i can see you pacing back and forth, venting to them, and just going on and on, listing every single thing you need to get done and do for this one and that one. and i can just see them sitting but rising to their feet and slowly walking over to you with this calm demeanor, putting their hands on your shoulders, and it's like everything melts away. they want me to reassure you that you're not alone – they want to carry the weight and release the burdens off of you because they recognize that no one has truly showed up and out for you the way you do for others. this is very beautiful energy, pile three.

as you step into this new chapter, you’ll realize that some of your past connections were often just bandaids for wounds you hadn’t healed yet. there’s a lot of clarity about your self-worth here. some of you might be working through daddy issues, and this healing is part of why you’re ready for a deeper love now. this is very specific and may not apply to all, but i keep picking up on pregnancy energy, so if you're ready for that, i do see potential for that with this person you're attracting. if not, then just be mindful of that lol. on the flip side, the person could have a kid, but again, this is just some scenarios i'm picking up on for a small fraction of you. i do see you getting long-awaited closure with a specific person or family member. when that happens, it’s going to feel like a massive weight has been lifted. pile three, this is your time to heal, grow, and attract the life and love you deserve. it’s so beautiful.

OTHER CHANNELED MESSAGES:

faking it by calvin harris ft. kehlani & lil yachty, bharani, pussy power, all of the answers are within you so trust yourself, big d energy, a father, purva ashada, having receipts, dhanishta, capricorn, aquarius, pyrmaids by frank ocean, sagittarius, aries, coffee fucking by miguel ft. wale.

mind over matter...hm. that's what i keep hearing, pile four. i feel like you're in your head about something regarding your work-life balance. it's like you deprive yourself of going out and having fun because you worry you'll be overspending or won't have enough time; but i feel like this mentality is causing you to miss out on some really fun moments and memories, especially with your friends.

you're very responsible (almost to a fault, according to your spirit guides lol), and because you're so practical and matter-of-fact, you don't give yourself enough room to be spontaneous and open. for example, if you just got off work and a friend invites you out, you might think about the laundry you could be doing or some work you could be catching up on instead of just saying, "fuck it, yeah, let's go have some fun." gatekeeping yourself isn’t going to get you very far, pile four.

you're meant to be seen, and you're meant to let your inner child run free and have fun. keeping yourself tucked away in your room or isolating yourself is doing more harm than good - your spirit guides really want you to know this. there are potential love interests you don’t even notice because you're not putting yourself out there enough! some of you might have bad social anxiety, and being around new energies might feel overwhelming, but your guides want you to know you can work through this, slowly but surely - you've just got to start somewhere.

your quirkiness could open so many doors for you, and you don’t even realize it yet. there are so many people you're destined to meet and connect with on a soul level because you have such a unique spirit. you have this way of making people feel seen and heard. if you're single, i feel like your next romantic connection will be incredibly healing in so many ways. some of your past lovers or friends might have made you feel misunderstood or undervalued, but that’s going to change. this is just a quick sidebar, but i feel like you’ve got people (unbeknownst to you) talking about you or your personal business. so, be careful who you confide in because not everyone is your friend, especially in a work or school environment. even if they don’t know anything about you, it seems like they’re speculating and gossiping about you with others.

but anyways i feel like this "mind over matter" mentality comes from wanting to control situations and outcomes, and while it’s great to have self-awareness and discernment, it can also be debilitating: if you let it. i feel like you’re about to start challenging yourself to socialize more and just not give a fuck. wherever the day or night takes you, it takes you. it doesn’t always have to be a club or party, but even if it is, you’re still giving yourself the freedom to have fun and live in the moment.

your job will still be there the next day, okay? your laundry too. but memories? they last forever. so please don’t deprive yourself of the good ones, pile four. you are so worthy of them.

OTHER CHANNELED MESSAGES:

hit me hard and soft album by billie eilish, vishaka, want more for yourself, magha, pay attention to the signs, moon energy, this person is manifesting you, pisces moon, purva phalguni, co-workers gossiping about you, leo, scorpio, libra, 11:11.

#pick a card #pac #pick a pile #p1utofairy #pick a card reading #tarot reading #pac reading #intuitive reading

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Wolf-Hybrid!HusbandXHuman!GNFatReader

CW: Arranged marriage, distant relationship, mild bdsm, mild dom/sub vibes, dominant personality more than anything else, masturbation, knotting, size kink, breeding. Honestly it’s pretty tame compared to a lot of my stuff.

It was an arranged marriage. Two powerful families, a long time feud, and a wedding to forge the peace. It wasn’t unique, but it was uniquely awful for you.

Your new husband was a large, stoic wolf hybrid. He was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny that. He was well over 6 feet, and his tight black dress shirts did little to hide the muscles he touted. His fur was dark grey, like a misty mountain range. Sometimes you imagined touching it.

You felt dwarfed, which wasn’t something your chubby ass had experienced much. So that was nice.

But that’s where the positives ended. Yes, you looked great on his arm, a slinky black gown to match his silky black slacks and shirt, but you had no connection.

He seemed uninterested or unwilling to get to know you. You figured, if you were going to have to spend your lives together, you could at least develop a friendship. It wasn’t the love filled marriage you’d dreamed of, but it could still be a partnership, nonetheless.

You tried everything you could think of to seduce the absolute brick of a man. You flirted with him during every interaction you could. You brought him little treats you had baked while he worked. You rubbed his shoulders after a long day. Nothing seemed to make him warm to you.

He seemed comfortable having you around, but also seemed to have no interest in interacting with you, unless you initiated it. It was starting to drive you mad.

You’d noticed little things about him that were more subtle. Things you didn’t realize he’d do. He always protected you when he was around. You were… clumsy to say the least, and the amount of times he’d caught your dumb ass as you were about to fall was kind of comical. It got to the point he always had a hand hovering around you. At your lower back, your hip, your thigh. It was almost like he gravitated around you.

Then there was his eyes. He didn’t express much on his face, in his dangerous line of work, he couldn’t. But that didn’t stop his eyes. You’d learned to read him from watching his eyes. You’d be in meetings together, and without fail you could guess his response. The subtle ways his brows furrowed when he was interested, and listening intently. Or the fire that flashed when he got annoyed.

You noticed his eyes when he looked at you as well. You couldn’t tell what it was, but there was a distinct, unique look in his eyes when he looked at you. And a faint blush to his cheeks when you caught him staring.

You’d started thinking maybe something would come of you two after all, but despite your ever boldening efforts, nothing happened.

Finally, after nearly a year of this new life, you were pent up, and frustrated. You shared a bed, which made any sort of self pleasure extremely difficult. Normally you could time things for when he was busy, or showering. But one night, much later than you would have liked to be asleep, your cunt throbbed.

You squirmed lightly in the large king size bed. He lay mere inches from you, soft snores rising from his chest. His face was serene, calm. You didn’t get to see him at peace very often. You’d begun to cherish seeing him like this.

You couldn’t focus long enough to go to sleep. Your thighs were sticky with your arousal. You wanted to be fucked. It had been so long. Prior to the wedding, you’d been told he’d expect you to fulfil certain… duties. But he’d never touched you in that way aside from a chaste kiss at your wedding.

You’d spent years of your life before meeting him, fearing the tyrant man you’d likely marry, and sometimes, dreaming about the handsome man you’d marry. But you were met with him, something you’d never expected or imagined. Uninterested.

You whined softly to yourself. You were desperate. He was asleep… right? You listened to his breathing. It sounded even. His soft snores solidified your decision.

You turned to lay on your back, a hand snaked down to gently rub your aching clit. You almost moaned out loud, your other hand whipping to your mouth to cover it. He was so close. He was so beautiful. You wanted him. It surprised you how confident you were in that asseratation. You spun your fingers in circles on your small bud while gazing at his face.

You imagined his hands on your body. Those huge, strong hands. What things had he done with those hands? The idea of such violence colliding with your soft, pliable body, had you stifling another moan.

You dipped lower and sunk two fingers into your cunt. You couldn’t help a whimper slipping through. It wasn’t enough. It was never enough. You wanted him to fill you, you wanted him to take you. Why couldn’t he just want you back?!

You groaned in frustration, your fingers desperately pushing in and out of you. You were starting to think you wouldn’t be able to cum while staring at his face, wanting him so badly.

“Please…” you moaned his name before you could stop yourself.

His eyes snapped open. You yelped and scrambled to pull your fingers out of your body, your positioning clear.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” He demanded, his voice dark, an edge you couldn’t place to it. He turned to look at you, his eyes raking down the thin sheet that covered you. Your pj shorts were pulled to your knees, your tank pulled up and over your chest. All that stopped him from seeing you on full display was that barely there sheet. You felt your nipples harden and his eyes flashed down from yours to stare.

“Answer.” He gave no room for argument. His eyes didn’t leave your chest.

“I, uh, I must have been having a bad dream. Sorry I wo-” he didn’t let you finish. He ripped the sheet off of your body and before you could even react, he climbed on top of you, pinning you down underneath him. He held your hands above your head in one thick fist, his knees in between your legs, holding them open. His other hand lightly caressed your round, soft tummy.

“Do not lie to me.” He whispered into your ear, leaning down so his face was next to yours. “You have one more chance to explain why you are almost naked, moaning out my name like a slut.”

Your cheeks burned. You turned your head and squeezed your eyes hoping maybe that would make it all go away.

His warm breath on your face told you it wouldn’t.

“I… I… I was just…” you didn’t know what to say. I was just fingering myself while desperately thinking about you fucking me?! Yeah… no.

He stared at your face. You peeked up at him, surprised by the slight smirk you could see playing in his lips. You had thought he was furious? But maybe…

“I was touching myself.” You spoke softly. Embarrassed still. Even with your soaking cunt spread open for him.

“What were you imagining?” He replied, not missing a beat.

“You.” You practically whispered. He groaned above you.

“Show me what you were doing.” He leaned back and let go of your wrists. He sat back on his calves, kneeled in between your thighs still. You looked up at him, eyes wide with uncertainty. He nodded curtly towards your exposed pussy. He brought his hands up to massage idly at your thick thighs. His thumbs ran along stretch marks and dimples near your hips.

You squirmed, hesitant to perform such a vulnerable action in front of another person. He turned his face from the flesh of your thighs he was handling, up to yours and caught your gaze. “This is your final warning. Do not push me, love.” His tone, deadly. You found your cheeks burning even hotter at the casual term of affection he’d used.

You couldn’t pull your eyes from his, but slowly lowered your hand down to your clit. You rubbed yourself unenthusiastically.

Your husband who had never seemed as wolf-like as he did now, tsked at you. “I don’t think pathetic movements like those were what made you moan my name.” He reminded you again of your embarrassment.

You whimpered and a shudder ran through him. You reached your fingers further, and pressed two shallowly into your cunt. You were surprised by how much more wet you had become. The fear, the uncertainty of his next move, had you on edge like never before.

“Now, tell me, no don’t stop moving.” He interrupted himself when you paused. “That’s right, now tell me, why were you imagining me while fingering yourself? Why were you staring at my face while trying to make yourself cum?” You thought your cheeks couldn’t have gotten more red and hot until he had said that.

“I, please, just let this go, and we can pretend nothing happened.” You begged him, pleading eyes gazing up at his unimpressed ones. “I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t listen very well, do you?” His tone was threatening. He flipped you over in the blink of an eye, and pressed your soft, round body into the bed. You felt his rock hard cock press into your ass from behind through his pyjamas. Your eyes flew open at the realisation of how turned on he was.

“Does that make you less self conscious, love?” He asked, patronisingly, grinding his hips against you. “You might even get a reward if you’re a good slut for me.” You felt yourself get even wetter, if that was possible.

“I was thinking about you fucking me, because I think I might be in love with you, and you never even give me the time of day, and we are just laying in this bed every night, so close and yet so far and I hate it and I don’t know what to do!” You shouted in a chaotic, blubbering stream. You gasped a breath after the words had finished tumbling from your mouth. You hadn’t really meant to say quite that many words…

For a long moment, your wolf hybrid husband was motionless above you. Your face was pressed into the mattress. Tears began to prick the edges of your eyes with each second that dragged on.

“But… I’m a monster?” He asked quietly. “I thought maybe you were just horny and wanted a quick fuck with a warm body.” He flipped you around, your face inches from his. He stared at you with large, round eyes. The stern, controlling man who held you seconds ago was gone, replaced by a shy puppy. “You love me?” He asked. You could see uncertainty flash through his eyes.

“You’re my husband.” You replied, the doubt clear even as you said the words.

The handsome man looking down at you scoffed. “That doesn’t mean anything. You didn’t choose me. You didn’t get to have a say. I didn’t want to take advantage of our situation. I know…” he trailed off. “I know there are unfair expectations for physical relations in arranged marriages, but I swore I’d never be that kind of man, I’d never push you to do anything. I promised myself I’d never let you know how desperately I wanted you.” His eyes widened as he seemed to realise what he said as he said it.

“You’re my mate, I think.” You spoke softly, uncertain of yourself as well. You reached up and pressed your hand against his face. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back into your touch.

When he opened his eyes again, they were solid black. “Those are dangerous words, love.” He smelled your arousal on the hand that cupped his face. You hadn’t registered it was the hand previously fingering your cunt.

“I like danger.” You said despite its cheesiness. It worked. Your mate chuckled.

“You like monsters too?” He asked again. A smirk had replaced his wide eyed surprise. His hard cock pressing against your soft tummy reminded him of your current predicament. You nodded enthusiastically at his question.

“Who would have thought, my precious, little human mate would be a desperate slut for wolves.” You dipped your head at his words but he pulled your chin back up, dragging your eyes to meet his.

“I love you too, I have for a very long time.” He kissed you, long and hard. The first real kiss you’d ever shared. You felt yourself gripping him everywhere, both of your hands touching the others bodies. He squeezed your hips, fingers and claws digging into your flesh.

He nipped down your neck, not breaking the skin, but enough to leave a trail of marks. You felt his hand go to his waistband, and he groaned as he released his cock. You had known it would be big, but big didn’t even begin to describe the behemoth in front of you. You felt your face pale.

The wolf above you licked his lips. “I know you can take it. One of the reasons I like my partners to be a bit thicker, better to manhandle, eh?” He teased you.

You looked between his face and cock, and his apparent disregard of your concern just made you wetter.

“I can smell you, slut.” He looked down at you with smug eyes. “Yeah, you’ll take me alright. Even if it have to make you.” A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, and you felt the head of his dick at your entrance.

You second guessed yourself. You started trying to protest, but he covered your mouth with one large hand. “Now now, none of that. As you said, you’re my mate. You’ll love it.”

He slowly worked his head into you, and it was already breathtaking. You felt fuller than you’d ever felt, but anxiety at his size rose even further. Before you had a chance to protest, he started pushing deeper.

He wasn’t rough, but he definitely wasn’t gentle. He fucked into you with shallow thrusts, each pushing deeper than the last, until you could feel his knot battering at your entrance. The stretch was overwhelming, but you could feel the shadow of pleasure behind it.

Once he was at his full length, minus the knot, he started fucking you in earnest. He bent your legs up and over his shoulders, and practically folded you in half. It felt amazing to be so easily manoeuvred. Any stress you’d carried about being too big for him, melted away with each desperate caress he gave you. It was like he couldn’t touch enough of you at once.

The pain from his size kept fading, but the pleasure only built. Soon you were loudly crying out with each thrust. He grunted above you. He spoke of filling you with his seed, breeding you.

You could feel your orgasm growing as his thrusts got rougher. His hand snaked up to your neck, and you watched a wicked smile cross his face. He pressed into your neck, squeezing your throat. Your hands raised to his arm, trying to pull him away. It was almost comical, your tiny fingers prying at his thick muscular arm.

You started seeing spots and panic filled you. Your husband stared directly into your eyes as you struggled beneath him.

“Good pet, you can do it, don’t worry.” His comforting words sounded like they were too far away. You felt his knot pushing against your cunt. You tried to scream, but no sound could move past his fist on your neck.

Everything collided at once. Your vision was fading and your orgasm rising in front of you when he slammed his knot deep into your pussy. You screamed, even though no sounds came out. You both came, hard. He released your throat, and peppered you with kisses while you rode out to spasms.

Hot cum poured into your battered cunt as his thrusts turned erratic and staggered. He couldn’t move much due to his knot, but he did what he could. You felt the huge pressure drag up and down the entrance of your pussy. He came for so long, longer than your entire orgasm. You were coming down while he was still filling you up. You gripped each other's bodies, sweat and saliva mixing.

He collapsed to the side, pulling you up and on top of him, his cock still wedged deep inside you. You moaned involuntarily at the movement.

“Hmmm, I hope that was better than your fingers.” He hummed, amused. You grinned down at him.

“Marginally.” You teased. He looked up at you with offence and you winked, leaning down to kiss him again. You didn’t think the excitement of that was going to wear off any time soon.

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Never Really Over

Lando Norris x Sainz! Reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚warnings: 18+ MDNI, one bed trope/ forced proximity but barely, slight fake dating, alcohol mentioned/ used, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, small amounts of angst, minimal swearing, talks of marriage and children, please let me know if I missed any

*ੈ✩‧₊˚word count: 3.8k

*ੈ✩‧₊˚summary: You and Lando had broken up though decided it was best that no one knew. Max and Kelly's wedding forces you to come together, making it hard to disguise your true feelings. What can possibly go wrong?

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It was difficult being an open book while simultaneously attempting to hide your break up from not only your brother, but anyone who had been invested in seeing the relationship prosper. More often than not you found yourself having to make up answers to questions pertaining to the subject or switch the topic all together. And even if the news of the breakup did somehow come out, you weren’t sure how you’d explain the situation that led to it. The memories of that night were hazy to say the least.

You could faintly remember the fuzzy feeling of alcohol and the buzz of music around you that night. There was no doubt that you had been out at some party or club, as you often found yourself at one. Though everything beyond that felt like a badly painted watercolor portrait; the colors, or events in this case, bleeding together into a cruel image of that night.

“What are you saying?” he asked, voice cracking as he searched your face for an answer. The words coming from your mouth slurred but determined.

“I’m not an idiot, Lando. What else would you be doing when you go out to celebrate your wins for races I didn't attend?”

“You think I’m cheating on you? This is what this whole thing is about?” his voice raised with slight anger.

“Yeah,” you raised your voice back at him. You wanted to blame the sudden burst of jealousy completely on the alcohol, but you knew that would be a lie, there had always been an insecure pit in your stomach that had only been growing since you began dating. “You’re an attractive, famous athlete. It would be weird if you weren’t.”

“What's the point of being in a relationship if you can’t trust me?”

“The door is wide open, Lando. No one is holding you here by force,” you hadn’t meant those words, but they couldn’t be taken back.

“Is that what you want? You want to break up?” you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, let alone answer his question. “Fine,” he whispered, running a hand over his face, pacing around the hotel room, “Alright.”

The only memory that seemed to feel concrete and not muddled by all the drinks of the night prior, was the moment you woke up the following day. The sloppily written note on a receipt from some club letting you know that he had left per your request. And even though he didn’t explicitly say things were over, it wasn’t difficult to understand what the note was implying. Beside the fact that you two no longer interacted as a couple, everything else seemed normal, especially to those who didn’t pry beyond surface level. It was for good reason that you two did this; Carlos would have taken your side regardless of the situation, and you didn’t want to be the root cause of a possible falling out. Maybe that's why you didn’t blame Max and Kelly when they told you that you would be sharing a room with Lando for their wedding.

You had somehow arrived before Lando, taking that time to unpack and mentally prepare to be in such an intimate space with him after such a long time apart. Things were definitely going to be awkward; you were certain you would have to tell everyone the truth about the status of your relationship. It was becoming increasingly clear to you that lying to everyone hadn’t been the best idea. But telling the truth now, when it had been months of lying, was certain to dampen the vibe of the next few days and put a rift between everyone involved. So as Lando walked into the room you couldn't stop yourself from blurting out your disapproval.

“We can’t possibly tell them the truth– it would ruin everything, and I refuse to ruin Max and Kelly’s wedding week.”

He stared blankly at you, shutting the door and placing his suitcase beside it, “Jesus, could you give a man a few seconds. I’ve just barely walked through the door.” You ran a nervous hand through your hair, pacing across the expanse of the room. How could he look so calm about this, you envied how well he played things off. No matter how much things truly affected him, he always had to have an obnoxious nonchalant air to him. “You’re making me dizzy,” he let out a slight chuckle that made your eye twitch.

“I’m sorry for being the only one concerned over this, Lando.”

“More like paranoid. Relax, there's nothing to be concerned about,” he said with a light shrug, throwing himself onto the only bed. It stuck out like a sore thumb, a reminder of how difficult it would be to ignore him over the next couple of days.

“What are we going to do about that?” you asked, nodding towards the bed a tense expression plastered on your usually calm face.

“We’re adults, sharing a bed isn’t a big deal, right?”

“Not a big deal at all,” you agreed, letting out a shaky breath attempting to calm your nerves. He nodded, giving you an awkward smile– the only sign of the emotions he was hiding behind his mask. For a moment you were sure he was just as concerned as you were, if not more.

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Rehearsal dinners, a momentous event for any wedding. Sure, the actual wedding ceremony and reception are consequential, but the rehearsal dinner sets the tone for those two. Landos presence alone hand you high strung, now add the high stake of this fake commitment you both had. The clamminess of your hands increased tenfold as you sat beside him, occasionally giving a small smile as Lando conversed with those around you. The conversations around you seemed to fade as you focused on the napkin in front of you. Its stark whiteness against the deep colors of the tableware around it making it stand out. It almost felt like the napkin was taunting you, as if saying, “You’re not fooling anyone, you two stand out as much as I do in this sea of real couples.”

“Are you okay?” Carlos asks you from across the table, face etched into a mix of concern and suspicion. Your silence throughout this whole ordeal becoming a clear indicator that something was wrong.

“Hm?”

“I asked if you're okay,” he repeated, eyes glancing between you and Lando.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you responded with a shaky smile.

Carlos' eyes narrowed at you, clearly not buying your answer, he seemed to want to say more but hesitated. Lando quickly intercepted the conversation moving on to a topic he could easily control.

“How much do you want to bet that Max will cry tomorrow?” Lando asked, a playful smirk making its way onto his face, “I say he starts crying as soon as he gets ready for the ceremony.”

“I bet you’ll cry more at your wedding,” Carlos says smiling at you and Lando, it's clear he's fond of the idea of a wedding between his sister and close friend.

“Yeah, probably, but we have a few more years until we even start worrying about that,” Lando placed a hand behind your chair, his fingers gently grazing the exposed skin of your back.

“You didn’t deny the idea of a wedding, does that mean you plan to marry my sister?”

“Let's slow down, mate. I'm not going to deny or admit anything,” Lando let out a laugh, tracing soft shapes onto your shoulder. For once his words and actions didn’t feel forced, as if this were second nature to him. It was almost impossible to tell if he was being truthful in his response or if it was all part of the act. You stared at the half empty glass of wine in front of you, hands moving on their own accord to bring the glass to your lips allowing you to nearly down it all in one go. You were going to need a lot more to drink if you were going to sell the act.

Maybe you had underestimated how much you had to drink or perhaps everything was becoming too hard to control. You felt Landos arm wrap around your waist as he guided you back to your shared room, whispering about something you had done though you didn’t catch what he said and you could hardly remember the rest of the dinner.

“You’re a lightweight,” Lando sighed as he sat you at the edge of the bed, kneeling down to unstrap your heels. His touch against your bare ankle felt nothing short of electric, something so intense and mind numbing.

“I’ve missed you,” you drunkenly admit, running your foot against his chest.

His grip on your ankle tightens in an attempt to hinder your movement, “hm,” he hums out as a response, impulsively lifting your leg up to press a small kiss to the inside of your ankle. The familiar pressure of his lips against your skin erupts your skin in goosebumps.

“We’re more in love than ever before,” you say, giving Lando one of the most sincere smiles he's seen from you in a while, his grip on your shoulder tightening slightly as you talked to Kelly, “Right, Lando?”

“Absolutely madly in love,” he says, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. He hadn't expected you to move and plant your lips against his in a sloppy drunk kiss, drawing laughs from those around you.

His lips continue to travel up your calf, his eyes trained on your face to catch any glimpse of change in your expression. He pushes you down against the bed, hovering over you, “You’re drunk,” he lets out a sigh, resting his head in the crook of our neck.

“And?”

“We shouldn’t do this while you're drunk– I refuse to do this while you're drunk,” Lando whispers, unsure if he's trying to convince you or himself, “I don’t want you to regret this when you're sober, and it's just wrong.”

You grab his face, pulling him away from his hiding spot in your neck. You stare at him for a while before bringing his face closer to your own, gently meeting your lips in a surprisingly fluid kiss.

Lando quickly pulls away, standing from his spot on top of you, “No, not while you’re… like that,” he rubs a hand on his face, gesturing frustratedly at you. He grabs a pillow and a sheet from the bed, laying on the decently sized couch in the room deciding it would be better to sleep away from you– considering the state you were in.

The blinding light coming from the window awoke you the following morning, your pulsating headache the only reminder of the night before. Lando was already awake, still laying on the couch typing away on his phone. He seemed to feel your gaze on him, “How are you feeling?” he asked, sitting up to get a better look at you, his voice filled with slight concern.

“I’ve felt better, can’t remember shit,” you admit, placing a hand on your forehead as if it would do anything to calm the pulsing headache.

“That's probably for the better,” he stares at you longingly, it's clear that he does remember whatever happened at the rehearsal dinner and your shared room, “we should begin getting ready, we can’t be late to Max and Kellys big day.” You wanted to press him for answers, force him to reveal the source of his distant attitude, but decided against it. Things couldn’t get more tense between you, especially not tonight.

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The wedding ceremony had been beautiful, Max had indeed cried almost as soon as Kelly began to make her way towards him. And even now as they sat together at the wedding reception you could catch the hint of a happy tear poke its way out of his eyes.

You felt Landos hand slip around your waist, pulling you closer to his side. He had remained by your side since the wedding ceremony, refusing to leave you for even a second. His actions felt less forced than they had previously felt. And as he leaned in to whisper something in your ear bits and pieces of the day prior began to escape the floodgates of your mind.

You let out a small giggle as Lando whispered into your ear, “stop it, you’re not acting like yourself. They’ll catch on,” his breath tickling you.

“I just love you so much,” you whispered back, placing a kiss to the corner of his lips, giggling to yourself like a child. You’d never been big on PDA but in your drunken state you couldn’t seem to keep your hands and lips off of Lando.

“You too are adorable, as in love as when you first started dating– perhaps even more in love,” Alexandra said from beside Charles, smiling between you and Lando.

“Our love has definitely grown. We’re going to get married and have kids,” you leaned into Landos touch, your smile widening at Alexandra's words.

“Okay, you've had way too much to drink– I think it's time to go to bed. We’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Lando announced to the table, shaking his head with a nervous laugh.

“Oh we’re sure you're gonna go to bed,” Daniel teased, causing the table to erupt in laughter.

“Hey, you okay?” Lando asked, concern written all over his face, his eyes dancing across your face.

“Yeah.”

“You spaced out, didn’t even react to what I said.”

“What did you say?” you asked, finally snapping out of the memory of the night prior.

He stared at you, his face still overtaken with concern, “I said, we sold the lie pretty good…” he whispered. If you didn’t know better you'd think he was upset, upset that it was all a show. For a moment he frowned, quickly smiling again, “Lets go dance,” he grabbed your hand, dragging you to the dance floor.

Lando placed his hands on your hips, pulling you close to him, moving you both to the rhythm of the song. He smiled tenderly at you, and everything began to blur into a confusing mess. You weren’t sure what was real and what was a lie fabricated to convince everyone that you were still madly in love. He played the role of loving boyfriend so well that you were beginning to fall for the charade too, you were starting to believe that he still loved you and had never stopped.

Your head found its way to his chest, resting there as if it were its official home. The both of you continued to silently sway to the music. The world around you seemed to disappear, almost as if you were the only ones that mattered at that moment. It was confusing how you felt so connected to him yet so far.

Lando rested his shin atop your head for a moment. He straightened out his back, bringing your dancing to a halt, hand reaching to grasp your chin so that you were staring at him. “Please tell me you’re not faking it,” he whispered, his eyes desperately searching yours, “tell you still love me. That you’ve meant every fleeting touch, every stolen glance, every kiss you’ve given me this weekend… please.”

You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or his words that made the room around you spin, forcing you to grasp onto the jacket of his suit to stabilize yourself. The music you were dancing to just a moment ago now a murmured buzz in your ear. You wanted to be truthful, to admit that you had never stopped loving him and possibly never would. The look of desperation on his face urging you to confess your soul to him. “Of course I love you” you finally said aloud for the first time in months, relief instantly flooding his face.

Lando cupped your cheek, gently caressing it, a genuine smile spreading across his face. Neither of you had been faking anything, that much was clear as his lips found their place on top of your own. It was gentle, not rushed but relaxed, as if you had until the end of times to relish in each other's presence. He pulled away after a while, letting your lips hover– barely touching, breathing in each other's shaky breaths. “Do you think they’d notice if we left?” he asked, looking around the reception.

“No, everyone is focused on Max and Kelly.”

“Good,” he said, slightly out of breath as he led you towards the exit. You silently thanked Max and Kelly for choosing to have their wedding close to where you were all staying.

It didn't take you long to get back to your room, instantly finding each other in a heated kiss. Bodies pressing against one another as you desperately tried to get closer, almost as if you wanted to become one.

“Take this off,” Lando mumbled against your neck as he pulled at the zipper of your dress in a pitiful attempt to help you get undressed. You let the fabric pool on the floor, kicking off your heels, leaving you exposed to his hunger filled eyes.

“It's not fair that I’m completely naked you’re not,” you complained as he guided you towards the bed, gently pushing you onto it when the back of your knees hit the edge.

He tossed his suit jacket aside, his fingers attempting to quickly and smoothly unbutton his shirt, “better?” he asked as he was left shirtless.

You sat up for a moment, your hands working to rid him of his trousers, smiling and resting back on the bed when you finally succeeded, “Much better.”

Lando pressed himself against you, placing kisses down your neck, “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, your hands tangling themselves into his hair as you pulled him up for a kiss. It was much more rushed than the previous kisses had been, his teeth clashing against your own, your tongues pressing against one another. His hands ran up and down the expanse of your body before finding their new home atop your breasts, each one kneading at them.

You wrapped your hand around his wrist, pulling his hand down towards your pussy, gasping at his thumb rubbed against your clit. He pulled away from your lips, leaving you out of breath, kissing down your body. "Please,” you whispered as he positioned himself between your legs, pressing soft kisses to your thighs. Running his tongue up your slit, wrapping his lips on to your sensitive nub. Lando continued to switch between lapping at your cunt and sucking at your clit– teasing your entrance with his middle finger, slowly pushing it in. Encouraged by your moans and the wet squelching sound coming from between your thighs, he sped up his actions, swallowing at you like a starved man. You pushed against his head, back arching off the bed as your first orgasm of the night washed over you.

Lando pulled away, smiling up at you, “still know how to get you off,” he said smugly, pressing a quick kiss to your thigh.

“Just shut up and fuck me,” you urged him, pulling him back up, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“But teasing you is so fun.”

You rolled your eyes, wrapping your legs around him, quickly switching your position so that you were on top of him. “Don’t make me regret this,” you spat on your hand, taking his hard cock in your hand giving it a teasing jerk.

“Please don’t” he grunted, your finger running against his slit. Your brows drawn together in concentration as you lined him up to your entrance, letting out a shaky breath as sank down onto him. You took a moment to adjust to having him inside you, resting your hand against his chest to steady yourself as you lifted your hips and brought them back down. You let out a shaky breath as you began to ride him, guiding his hands up to your breasts and they bounced with your movement. You had forgotten how full it felt to have him within you– clenching around his cock as he sucked at one of your breasts, rolling the other nipple between his fingers.

Your pace faltered as you lost yourself in the pleasure, letting out loud gasps as Lando began to thrust up to meet your movements. He wrapped his hand around your hips, bringing them down harder to meet his thrusts. Landos pace increased as your nails dug into his chest, rhythm becoming sloppy as he felt his orgasm approach. “I should probably pull out,” he rasped but made no attempt to do so.

“It's okay, I'm on birth control,” you breathed out.

“Shit,” he stilled your movements, spilling inside of you, his fingers finding their way back to your clit in an attempt to pull another orgasm from you. Your head fell into the crook of his neck as you came for a second time. The room around you spinning slightly as you attempted to catch your breath.

“Do you think they’ve noticed we’re gone?” he asked breathlessly, voice still shaky.

“Definitely.”

“Should we go back?”

“No,” you respond, lifting yourself off of Lando to lay beside him. You had no desire to redress and mingle at the reception after what had happened. You couldn't trust your feet to carry you for the rest of the night, especially when you still felt the dizzying effects of sex.

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They had noticed your absence, and they teased you relentlessly about it the few days after the wedding. You had reconciled with Lando, your relationship going back to the way it was before the stupid argument. And with that reconciliation came the confession, in which you confessed to everyone that you had briefly broken up. Although the break up had been entirely your fault, upon hearing the confession Carlos glared at Lando– muttering not so empty threats to him about not hurting you. You were certain he would have strangled Lando if you hadn’t reconciled.

You smiled up at Lando as you lounged in the living room, resting your head back onto his chest. He placed a lingering kiss on the stop of your head, wrapping his arms around you. This had been your reality since Max and Kellys wedding, pure bliss. You couldn’t experience and explore for one another every waking moment.

“I could stay like this forever,” Lando whispered into your hair, his grip around you tightening as if he were scared to lose you again. Or as if he thought this were a dream and you'd vanish at any moment with the simple sound of an alarm. But you were real and you weren’t going to lose one another again, you wouldn't allow that.

“Me too,” you whispered back, “I love you.”

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚Note: feel free to request something, Beware: I am slow at posting and have a lot of drafts that are yet to be posted. I'm like running on 4 hours of sleep and celsius, so I apologize for the grammar and spelling mistakes. I didn't do this request justice but I tried (I swear)

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queeniewithabeanie · 16 days ago

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The Nappers

Dpxdc Prompt #10

Danny was really excited to spend the summer with his second cousin(?) he didn't really remember, but apparently Jack Fenton's cousin was Gotham billionaire Bruce Wayne, a serial adopter.

Jazz had discovered the connection and gave him a call to see if he'd mind Danny staying over for summer because Danny decided he was going to tell his parents at the end of summer about his ghost problem, and Jazz wanted him to have a safety net.

He didn't really have a big family at home, with his parents being largely... absent and Jazz moving to Gotham for college. It would be great to be in a house that wasn't empty again.

Now if only his newly discovered family could stay awake long enough for Danny to talk to them.

"So how's living with our cousins?" Jazz asked him through his Fenton-phone. He flopped onto his bed and groaned.

"They're all seem nice but I haven't really seen enough of them to know yet."

"Danny, you've already been there a week, shouldn't you know them at least a little bit? You usually warm up to people quickly, as long as they aren't trying to kill you."

"Man I kinda wish they were out to get me, then I'd probably see more of them than I have already."

"..."

"Okay Danny walk me through our family, and what you know so far about them."

"Well first there's Dick, he apparently lives in Bludhaven and supposedly comes back to Gotham to visit fairly often, haven't seen any of him yet though."

"Then there's Jason, I've seen him come over after dinner a couple of times, but he's seemed in a really bad mood and I'm getting weird vibes from him so I haven't talked to him much yet either."

"Cass, Steph, Tim, Damian, and Bruce are the ones that actually live here at the manor and outside of when I first arrived I haven't actually seen them awake enough to talk to me. Anytime I've caught a glimpse of them they're taking naps and I'd feel bad waking them up, Tim especially (he looks like he needs the rest)."

"What are they, nocturnal or something?

"That's what I thought too! But the Manor is even more dead during the night than the day. If I had wanted to live with a bunch of zombies I'd have spent summer in the zone, not come all the way here."

"The only people that have stayed awake long enough for me to actually get to know them are Duke and Alfred! Duke's great, but he seems to have a day job so I only see him for breakfast and dinner and any time I can catch him before he sleeps after. Alfred's amazing, but he already has so much to do around the Manor, I feel bad bothering him."

"It is only the first week you're there, and there was a huge Arkham breakout your first day so everybody around Gotham is a bit tense while the Bats are trying to recatch everyone. Could you give it another week for me? See if it'll be an option for if our parents react badly?"

"For you, Jazz, I'll give it another week, but I can't just trade one empty house for another."

"Thanks, little brother."

"Love you, Jazz, bye."

Danny hung up the phone and sighed, he new there was something off with his cousins, but he couldn't quite place it. Constantly napping, disappearing during the nights, but always on guard when they were awake.

He had a week to figure it out, but if he didn't there'd be no real lost love. He'd come up with some excuse, stay with Jazz for the summer or something. If his parents reacted badly and he didn't have this safety net, it'd be difficult sure, but Danny and Jazz would figure it out.

Danny thought it would be nice to have some other family that had his back for once, but hey, maybe he just had shitty luck when it came to blood relations.

#listen the batfam has gotta sleep sometime #and they're out and about all the others #danny is suspicious #he'll figure it out eventually #normally alfred forces them to be on a better schedule #but when crime calls the bats answer #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #danny fenton #batfam #queenie-prompts

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hoshifighting · 1 year ago

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Overstimulation

— Synopsis: After a breakup, you confide in Mingyu about your ex-boyfriend's reluctance to indulge one of your fetishes. To your surprise, Mingyu eagerly offers to help you explore and practice it. — WC: 3.9k — WARNINGS: Smut, dirty talk, overstimulation (m. receiving), fetish explorations, mentions of body fluids, finger riding (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (m. receiving), rough sex, multiple orgasms and etc.

You and Mingyu had been inseparable since childhood, sharing everything from secrets to dreams. He was your rock, your confidant, your best friend. As the years went by, your bond only grew stronger, weathering the storms of life together.

But as you entered into a long-term relationship with a guy, things began to change. You found yourself craving new experiences, wanting to explore the world outside the confines of your relationship. You started to feel restless, curious about what else was out there.

One evening, after you broke up with the same person, you found yourself opening up to Mingyu about your desires. "I loved him," you began, hesitantly. "But sometimes I wondered what it would be like to be with someone else, to have different experiences, especially in bed."

Mingyu listened quietly, his eyes full of understanding. "I get it," he said softly. "It's natural to want to explore, to learn and grow. And you shouldn't feel guilty for wanting that."

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders at his words. For the first time, you didn't feel judged or condemned for your thoughts. Mingyu was there, offering his support without hesitation.

He encouraged you to meet new people, to broaden your horizons, and to step out of your comfort zone. Mingyu was like a guiding light, leading you through the maze of uncertainty with unwavering support.

He introduced you to his friends, a diverse group with different backgrounds and personalities. Mingyu's vast list of contacts became your ticket to new experiences, as you found yourself going on dates with intriguing individuals from all walks of life.

He never judged you for wanting more; instead, he cheered you on, urging you to chase after your desires with unwavering determination.

"Do you have any fetishes?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine interest.

Your eyes widened slightly at the question, surprised by its suddenness. You shifted in your seat, contemplating how to respond. After a moment of hesitation, you decided to trust Mingyu with this intimate detail.

"Uh, fetishes? Well, I mean, doesn't everyone have something they're into?" you replied, trying to play it cool.

Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, pretty much. So spill the beans, what's yours?"

Feeling a bit bashful, you hesitated for a moment before deciding to be honest. "Well, I've always been intrigued by overstimulation," you admitted, your cheeks flushing pink.

Mingyu's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Overstimulation, huh? That's actually pretty light," he remarked, his tone nonchalant.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. "Yeah, I guess so," you replied, relieved that he didn't seem fazed by your confession.

Then, after a moment of silence, you couldn't resist adding with a mischievous grin, "Actually, I've always wanted to be the one doing the overstimulating."

Mingyu's eyes widened in shock, his mouth falling open in disbelief. "Wait, what?!" he sputtered, clearly caught off guard by your revelation. "I thought you were a pillow princess!"

You gasped dramatically, pretending to be offended. "A pillow princess? Me? How dare you, Mingyu!"

Mingyu threw his head back with laughter, clearly amused by your exaggerated reaction. "Come on, you can't deny it. You give off those vibes sometimes."

You raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in your eye. "Oh, so you think I'm just lying back and letting everyone else do the work, huh? I'll have you know I can be quite the opposite."

Mingyu laughed, realizing he had walked right into your trap. "Okay, okay, I get it. You're not a pillow princess. You're a... pillow queen?"

You rolled your eyes, swatting him playfully with a nearby cushion. "Oh, please. I'm more like a pillow ninja."

Mingyu doubled over with laughter, unable to contain himself. "Pillow ninja? I love it! Consider me impressed, oh mighty pillow ninja."

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. "Oh, I see how it is. You think you know me so well, huh?"

Mingyu's grin widened as he leaned back against the couch. "Hey, I'm just going by what you told me. But if you're saying there's more to you than meets the eye..."

You nodded emphatically, a mischievous gleam in your eyes. "Oh, there's definitely more to me than meets the eye."

"So, you're telling me you've got some hidden talents, huh?" Mingyu's voice was low, dripping with seductive undertones.

You grinned, leaning in closer to meet his gaze. "Oh, you have no idea," you replied, your voice laced with a hint of mischief.

Mingyu's eyebrow arched teasingly as he closed the distance between you, his breath warm against your ear. "Well, then, why don't you show me?" he murmured, his words sending a thrill coursing through you.

You bit your lip, a coy smile playing on your lips. "Maybe I will," you teased back, your heart racing with excitement.

The air crackled with anticipation as Mingyu leaned back, his eyes dancing with playful desire. "I can't wait," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

With a daring grin, you leaned in closer, your breath mingling with Mingyu's as you whispered, "But first, let's see if you can handle what I have in store."

Mingyu's eyes widened in playful challenge, his smirk growing even wider. "Oh, I'm more than ready for whatever you have planned," he shot back, his voice thick with anticipation.

You chuckled softly, feeling a surge of confidence coursing through you. "We'll see about that," you teased, trailing a finger lightly along Mingyu's jawline, relishing the way his breath hitched in response.

The tension between you crackled with electricity as Mingyu's gaze darkened with desire. With a swift movement, he pulled you closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

"Show me," he murmured, his voice husky with need.

our lips collided in a fiery embrace, tongues tangling hungrily as desire surged between you. Mingyu's hands gripped your waist with a fervent urgency, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between your bodies.

With each passionate kiss, the world around you faded into obscurity, leaving only the electric connection between you and Mingyu. His lips moved against yours with a delicious rhythm, igniting a firestorm of need deep within your core.

As you melted into his touch, the sensation of his lips against your skin sent sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins. Every brush, every graze, every kiss left your skin tingling with a raw and primal hunger.

Breathless and needy, you broke apart for a moment, gasping for air as Mingyu's eyes burned with desire. But the pause was fleeting, as his lips crashed against yours once more, hungry and demanding.

With lips locked in a feverish embrace, you and Mingyu stumbled towards the bedroom, shedding clothes haphazardly along the way. T-shirts and jeans were discarded on the floor of the apartment hallway, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

As you bumped into furniture, knocking over a lamp in your haste, Mingyu groaned softly against your lips, the sound sending shivers down your spine. But you couldn't stop now, not when the desire between you burned so fiercely.

Hands roamed eagerly over heated skin, fingers tangling in hair as you pressed closer, eager to savor every moment of this. The world around you faded into a blur as you reached the bedroom, stumbling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.

Mingyu's hand tangled in your hair, exerting a gentle pressure as he guided you downward. You found yourself on your knees beside the bed, his form laid out before you, anticipation coursing through your veins.

Following his lead, your hands trailed along his thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath your touch. When his hand guided yours to his bulge, you felt a surge of excitement shoot through you.

Your gaze met Mingyu's as you looked up from beneath, a coy smile playing on your lips. With deliberate slowness, you licked a large stripe up the length of his cock, feeling the heat and slickness of his precum against your tongue.

A hiss escaped Mingyu's lips, a sharp intake of breath betraying the intensity of his arousal. Encouraged by his reaction, you continued your exploration, teasing and tasting every inch of him with unrestrained hunger.

As you lavished attention on him, Mingyu's grip on your hair tightened, his hips lifting slightly in response to your touch.

Feeling the throbbing heat of Mingyu's cock in your hands, you couldn't resist the primal urge building inside you. You needed to feel him deep in your throat, to take him in completely and surrender to the raw intensity of the moment.

With determination, you lowered your head, taking him into your mouth inch by inch. Mingyu's grip on your hair tightened instinctively, his fingers digging into your scalp as a guttural groan escaped his lips.

As you took more of him into your mouth, your throat stretched to accommodate his size, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Mingyu's hips bucked up slightly in response, his breath coming in ragged gasps as you continued your relentless descent.

As Mingyu's climax approached, you intensified your movements, bobbing your head with fervent determination. The heat of his cock in your mouth, the urgency in his grip on your hair, it all fueled your desire to bring him to the edge.

Then, without warning, you felt the first hot spurts of his release, his cum flooding your mouth. Mingyu's eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the unexpected time he cummed.

Before he could react, you pressed your head down again, sucking him greedily, your mouth working to extract every last drop of his cum. His cock throbbed incessantly against your tongue, the taste of his cum mingling with your spit.

Mingyu was trembling, his moans reverberating loudly throughout the room, creating a symphony of pleasure that filled the air. With each eager movement of your mouth, he struggled to keep himself in check, resisting the urge to let his eyes roll back in ecstasy.

You sucked him with such intensity, as if you were drawing his very soul from him. The feeling was overwhelming, almost divine, as Mingyu gave himself over completely to the whirlwind of pleasure.

His fingers clawed at the sheets, his body arching towards you in a desperate plea for more. The wet noises of your mouth working him over mixed with his cries of pleasure, filling the room with a heady atmosphere.

In that moment, teetering on the edge of release, Mingyu felt like he was losing himself entirely. But with you there, guiding him through the dizzying haze of pleasure, he knew he was in the best hands possible.

Mingyu gasped for air, his body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure as he came again, filling your mouth with another wave of his release. It was a sensation unlike anything he had experienced before, his mind swimming in a haze of bliss.

For the first time in his life, Mingyu found himself climaxing twice in a matter of minutes, the intensity of his arousal overwhelming his senses. His cock softened in your mouth, spent and satisfied, as he panted heavily, trying to catch his breath.

As you continued to pump Mingyu's dick with your hands, mixing the mess of your spit and his cum together, you couldn't help but notice the way his body responded. His legs trembled beneath you, his breath hitching in short gasps as you worked him over.

With a mischievous grin, you teased him, "You want to know my fetish better, huh?"

Mingyu's response was a throaty moan, his body convulsing on the bed as you circled your palm on the sensitive head of his cock.

"You- you're driving me... crazy," he managed to gasp out between moans.

Mingyu's body convulsed on the bed, his legs trembling with the intensity of the sensation. "Oh god," he moaned, his voice hitching with pleasure as your hand worked its magic.

With each stroke, each teasing caress, Mingyu's moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet symphony of his pleasure. And as you watched him squirm and writhe beneath you, you couldn't help but laugh softly, enjoying the delicious torture you were inflicting on him.

Feeling the knot tightening in his stomach once more, Mingyu couldn't help but roll his hips, seeking more friction, more sensation from your skilled hand. His cock, already red and sensitive from your attention, throbbed with anticipation as his stomach trembled with the intensity of his arousal.

With each roll of his hips, Mingyu's moans grew louder, more desperate, as he surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. "Mmmh d-don't sto-op!" he groaned, his voice thick with need, his body quivering with every touch.

As Mingyu reached the peak of his pleasure once more, he felt the familiar surge of release wash over him. But this time, it was different. Only a small spill of cum escaped his cock, a testament to the intense arousal that had already wracked his body.

With a shuddering exhale, Mingyu's body finally began to relax, the tension melting away as the waves of pleasure subsided. He lay there, spent and satisfied, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

You watched him with a satisfied smile, your hand still resting gently on his softened cock. You lean in to kiss Mingyu, the kiss slow and sloppy as both of you catch your breath. But before you can deepen the kiss, he suddenly stops, a puzzled expression on his face.

"What's that?" Mingyu asks, his voice filled with curiosity.

Confused, you furrow your brow and follow his gaze, looking down between your bodies. Your pussy is dripping wet, the slickness coating his thigh as a glob of arousal slides down your folds.

You gasp softly, feeling a surge of arousal at the sight, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Oh, uh... I guess I'm just really turned on," you reply, your voice slightly breathless.

Mingyu's eyes darken with desire as he watches the slickness glisten on his thigh. A low, guttural moan escapes his lips, his cock twitching in response to the erotic sight.

"Fuck," he murmurs, his voice husky with need. "You're so wet, baby. Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

You bite your lip, feeling a rush of arousal at his words. "Tell me," you whisper, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mingyu's gaze flickers between your eyes and the wetness between your thighs, desire burning in his dark orbs. "You make me so hard, so fucking needy," he growls, his hand reaching out to trace a path along your slick folds. "Just seeing you like this, dripping wet and ready for me... it's driving me insane."

As Mingyu's fingers slide inside you, you can't help but squirm, a soft moan escaping your lips as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. His touch is slow and deliberate, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Mingyu holds you close, his other hand trailing soothingly along your back as he continues to move his fingers inside you. With each stroke, each tantalizing caress, the pleasure builds, spiraling higher and higher until you're teetering on the edge of release.

You moan softly into his neck, the sound muffled by the warmth of his skin as Mingyu's fingers work their magic inside you.

As Mingyu's fingers work their magic inside you, he leans in close, his voice a low, seductive murmur against your ear.

"You like that, baby?" he breathes, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You like feeling my fingers deep inside you, stroking you just right?"

You nod eagerly, unable to form words as pleasure courses through your veins.

Mingyu chuckles softly, the sound sending vibrations through your body. "I love watching you squirm, feeling you tighten around me," he continues, his voice husky with desire. "You're so fucking wet for me, so eager for my touch."

You whimper in response, the words sending waves of arousal crashing over you.

"I could finger you like this all night," Mingyu murmurs, his fingers moving with expert precision. "But what I really want is to feel you clench around my cock, to hear you scream my name as you come undone."

His words push you closer to the edge, the promise of his cock inside you driving you wild with need. "Ride my fingers baby…"

As Mingyu encourages you to ride his fingers, you raise yourself up to look at him, feeling a surge of excitement mingled with nervousness. "I-I'm not sure if I can..." you stutter, your voice filled with uncertainty.

But Mingyu's eyes burn with desire as he reassures you, his voice low and husky. "You can do it, baby. I know you can," he murmurs, his hand steady beneath you as his fingers remain buried deep inside you.

With a deep breath, you steady yourself, feeling a rush of determination wash over you. Slowly, you begin to move your hips, riding Mingyu's fingers with increasing confidence.

"That's it," Mingyu breathes, his voice filled with encouragement. "Feel how good you make me feel, how wet you are for me."

His words ignite a fire within you, spurring you on as you ride his fingers with abandon. Mingyu's hand remains steady beneath you, his pinky and forefinger teasing your entrance while his middle fingers curl deliciously inside you, hitting all the right spots.

As you move, a mess is made on his hand, slick with your arousal, but Mingyu doesn't seem to mind. Instead, he watches you with rapt attention, his eyes dark with desire as he waits for his cock to get harder, eager to join you in the blissful dance of pleasure.

"You look so fucking sexy riding my fingers," Mingyu groans, his voice thick with need. "I can't wait to feel you riding me just like this, taking all of me inside you."

"Are you ready for me, baby?" Mingyu whispers, his voice a sultry invitation. "Ready to take all of me, to let me fill you up completely?"

As Mingyu brushes the tip of his cock against your entrance, a shiver of anticipation runs down your spine. With a nod of confirmation, you express your readiness, your body practically trembling with excitement.

Mingyu's smile is intoxicating as he reaches down to give his cock a few more pumps, ensuring he's ready for you. With a steady hand on your hips, he guides you as you slowly lower yourself onto him.

The sensation of his cock sliding into you is exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and fullness that leaves you breathless. You gasp as you take him in, inch by inch, feeling him fill you up completely.

Mingyu's grip on your hips tightens as you sink down onto him, his eyes locked with yours, a mixture of desire and adoration shining in their depths. With each movement, each thrust, you feel a connection forming between you.

As you start to ride Mingyu slowly, his nails dig into your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, his head thrown back in blissful abandon.

"I'm so sensitive, even after I'm hard again," Mingyu confesses, his voice strained with pleasure. "it's like I can feel every inch of you."

His admission only fuels your desire, spurring you to move with even more purpose and intent. With each rock of your hips, you feel him deep inside you, filling you up and setting your body ablaze with pleasure.

Mingyu's hands roam eagerly over your body, exploring every curve and contour as if he can't get enough of you. His touch is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

As Mingyu's under abdomen trembled beneath you, a telltale sign that he was nearing the edge, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. His moans grew louder, more urgent, and you could see the ecstasy written all over his face as he approached the peak of pleasure.

With a wicked grin, you leaned in close, your voice dripping with desire as you began to tease him with dirty talk. "You like that, baby?" you whispered, your breath hot against his ear. "You like how good I feel riding you like this?"

Mingyu's response was a guttural groan, his hands tightening on your hips as he struggled to form a coherent response. But you weren't about to let him off that easily.

"You're so close, aren't you?" you continued, your voice low and sultry. "You want to come for me, don't you?"

Mingyu's breathing grew ragged, his body trembling beneath you as he fought to hold on just a little while longer. But you weren't about to make it easy for him.

"I want to hear you say it," you murmured, your lips brushing against his skin as you whispered your command. "Tell me how badly you want to come for me. Tell me how much you need it."

And as Mingyu struggled to give you a response, his moans growing louder with each passing moment, you knew that he was teetering on the brink.

As Mingyu surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure, his body convulsing with the force of his release, you couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction wash over you. His cries of ecstasy filled the air, mingling with your own moans of pleasure as you continued to ride him with unbridled passion.

"You like that, baby?" you purred, your voice dripping with desire as you felt his cock throbbing inside you. "You like how I'm overstimulating you, making you come so hard you can't even think straight?"

Mingyu's response was a choked sob, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. But you weren't about to let up, not when you were so close to your own release.

With renewed determination, you continued to ride him, your movements becoming more frantic as you chased your own pleasure. Mingyu's cries of ecstasy filled the air, driving you wild with desire as you approached the brink of your own orgasm.

And as the pleasure washed over you in a tidal wave of sensation, you cried out in ecstasy, your body shuddering with the force of your release. Mingyu's cries echoed yours, his hands trembling while he grabbed your body close.

Your stamina remained high, fueled by the intense sex between you and Mingyu. Even after your orgasm, you continued to bounce and ride him, your body moving with a relentless energy that seemed endless.

With each movement, each thrust, you felt a surge of pleasure coursing through you, driving you ever closer to the edge once more. Mingyu's cries of pleasure spurred you on, his hands gripping your hips with tightened fingers.

But as you rode him with increasing fervor, you felt a familiar tension building within you, a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume you completely. Your legs began to tremble beneath you, weakened by the relentless onslaught of pleasure.

And then, with a cry of ecstasy, you felt it wash over you, a tidal wave of pleasure that left you trembling and breathless. Your body convulsed with the force of your orgasm, your legs giving out beneath you as you collapsed against Mingyu, spent and satisfied.

As you disentangle yourself from Mingyu's spent form, you can't help but admire the sight before you. His cock is sore and spent, body glistening with sweat, his body exuding an aura of exhaustion and satisfaction.

"Are you good?" you ask softly, concern lacing your voice as you look down at him.

Mingyu lets out a ragged breath, his chest heaving as he meets your gaze with a mixture of disbelief and awe. "You're crazy," he murmurs, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

But then his expression turns serious, his eyes locking with yours as he speaks again. "Don't you dare to do this to anyone else," he says, his voice tinged with possessiveness. "Overstimulating might just become a kink of mine too, especially if it's with you."

His words send a shiver of excitement down your spine, the possessiveness in his tone igniting a fire within you. With a smirk, you lean in close, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

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