#this got. way too long but i just. wanted to give u guys a glimpse into steves mind as well? we only ever get billy's chaotic thoughts and i

[wonbriiize]

Hi could u write something about wonbin secretly dating the reader who is another idol !! reader is kind of an airhead in her group (who is under SM too!!!) and she’s a really good dancer and she has many fans !! one day she’s invited with 2 of her members to a tv show (like running man, knowing brothers etc) and there is also wonbin and riize members too !!! anyway one MC could make a joke about crushing or wanting to date the reader and wonbin would feel jealous, he then would make sneaky remarks about how he and the reader could make a great couple (so the fans could ship them hahaha) thank youuu

note; this was sm fun to write (and challenging bc i don’t really watch knowing brothers or running man so idk if i did well with writing about it), thank u anon for this request !! i changed it a little tho; instead of wonbin x reader already dating, i wanted to show how wonbin is secretly crushing on reader and gets jealous.. i hope you still like it !! <3 (it’s a bit long i’m sorry ㅜㅜ)

pairing; park wonbin x idol reader

warnings; a little bit of cursing

dancing together

your heart is heart shaking and your hands are sweating when you walk to the set of ‘knowing brothers’. it was your first time ever attending a variety show like this and you were nervous, you want to do your best but you don’t know if you’re variety show potential or not.

it hasn’t been long since your group debuted so you feel even more thankful that ‘knowing brothers’ invited you along with two of your other group members for their next episode.

some people think that they only invited you because you’re SM’s new girlgroup, they think that you guys got the big 3 privilege. what they don’t know is that being in one of the big 3 companies isn’t as much of an easy ride as they make it out to be and you all had demons to fight so you could finally debut.

“oh, they’re also here,” one of your group members softly nudges your side and you follow her gaze, your eyes landing on RIIZE. SM‘s boygroup that debuted a while ago.

“i can‘t believe our managers didn’t tell us that we wouldn’t be the only SM group here,” you whisper to your two group members.

“well, i don‘t mind. i can finally get to know sungchan,” the other group member giggles.

she has been crushing on sungchan since the minute she first landed eyes on him, but because of the fact that their schedule never aligns with your groups schedule, she didn’t really have time to get to know him.

well, none of you guys had the time to get to know any of the RIIZE members.

you try to catch a glimpse of park wonbin, the center of the boygroup.

your members don’t know this, but you’ve been eyeing wonbin for the longest time ever. everytime you guys walk past each other in the company building, you just feel something between the two of you. and you know that you’re not the only one who thinks that way ; especially when wonbin catches you staring and gives you a soft smile.

embarrassing, you think, he saw me staring at him.

what you don’t know about wonbin is that he has been eyeing you the whole time too. the second the company introduced the members for the new girlgroup, he was mesmerized by you. he made it his life’s mission to get to know you.

so the fact that he is here, at ‘knowing brothers’, with some of his group members, and you’re here too — it seems like the perfect opportunity to finally make a move.

when the cameras start rolling, your group enters first. getting hyped up by the people filming, the MC‘s and other guests, you gain confidence and the nervousness you were feeling a few minutes ago starts to fade.

✧˖°.⁺‧˚ ♡ ˚‧⁺ ✧˖°.

“oh, *y/n*, we heard that you’re the main dancer of your group,” one of the MC‘s points at you. “so we prepared something especially for you.”

it has been a while since the show started and your nervousness was completely gone, but when the MC grabs after your hand and pulls you to the middle of the supposed classroom, you feel your ears heating up a little.

“do you think you can do it?”

you take a look around the set, seeing how everyone is analyzing you — including wonbin.

you can’t let him see you being insecure. nope, you need to pull off your best.

“of course i can. i‘m the main dancer for a reason,” you smile, hearing your members cheer for you in the background.

the MC‘s stare at you, amazed by your confidence. they’re not the only ones though ; from the side of your eyes you see wonbin looking at you with a big grin on his face.

“seeing you so confident is refreshing, a lot of other idols would feel shy. it’s kind of cute,“ one of the MC‘s raises his eyebrow at you. ew. you’re so not feeling what he just said, but because the cameras are on, you can’t let your discomfort show, so you just laugh.

wonbin doesn’t notice that he put his hand in a fist when the MC called you cute until sungchan put a hand on his shoulder and told him to loosen up.

“you can’t let your jealousy show, wonbin.”

wonbin looks at him, acting like he doesn’t know what sungchan is talking about.

“jealous? why would i be jealous? i‘m not jealous.”

sungchan doesn’t answer, he just raises his eyebrows and grins at wonbin.

“the random dance play starts now!” the MC suddenly announces which brings wonbin’s whole attention back to you.

while the countdown to the first song started, the same MC who called you cute, walks closer to you . “a little spoiler; at some point, bite me by enhypen will play. i will jump in to do the partner dance with you.”

you had no choice but to press your lips together and smile. remember, it’s all for the show, you tell yourself.

the MC thought he was being slick with walking closer to you to tell you that, but he wasn’t as quiet as he probably intended to be because wonbin heard it. he heard what the MC told you.

“who does he think he is?” wonbin whispers to himself. “i‘m not going to let that happen.”

so far, the dances on the random dance play were all that you’ve done dance challenges to, so it wasn’t really hard. you were doing very good if you could say so yourself.

but the constant panic that keeps arising within you whenever the next song is supposed to play (because you just didn’t want to dance to bite me with the MC) is making it hard for you to focus.

and when the song finally plays, you close your eyes for the first few seconds because you weren’t ready for what’s about to happen.

taking a deep breath in and out, you open them again.. only to see wonbin right next to you, leading the dance.

wait? what?

you’re trying your best to not let the confusion show; why is he here? did he really just come up to dance with you? why would he do that?

the dance goes smoothly, it’s like the two of you were meant to dance together.

not to mention the fireworks that are exploding inside of you right now and they only grow bigger everytime wonbin even slightly touches you.

the whole time, wonbin is trying his hardest to not grin like an idiot because he’s enjoying this so much. he couldn’t care less about what everyone is thinking right now. for him, nothing else matters other than dancing together with you.

the music stops and you two freeze, just looking into each others eyes for a moment until you realize that you’re in public right now and everything is being filmed.

quickly, you bow to wonbin as a thank you and turn away from him to face the MC‘s (who are looking at you with big smiles).

“park wonbin,” the MC, who has been hitting on you the whole time, calls out.

wonbin turns to him, nodding. “yes?”

“you‘re quite the show stealer. and partner.”

wonbin doesn’t let himself get thrown offguard. instead, he puts on his best smile.

“i just thought that a main dancer should dance with another dancer. i didn’t intend to steal your moment, sir.. and also, don’t we look good together?” wonbin smiles at you.

the MC analyzes wonbin for a quick moment until he lets out the biggest laugh. “honestly, you danced way better than i could ever have. you matched *y/n*s energy very well and it’s true that you look good together.. almost like a couple.”

the other MC nodds in agreement. “seeing you two dance together makes me want to wish for a collab stage between the two of you in the future.”

now wonbin’s eyes wander over to you. his smile is so infectious that you feel the corners of your lips going up as well.

“well, *y/n*, let’s talk to our managers about this idea and make it happen.”

✧˖°.⁺‧˚ ♡ ˚‧⁺ ✧˖°.

“and.. cut! we are done!”

you let out a breath of relief. your first ever ‘knowing brothers’ appearance has offically ended. even though you enjoyed it, you can’t wait to go back to your dorm and just rest.

your members feel the same way.

“let us go change quickly,” one of them says when you guys walk to the backstage area.

somehow, your mind is still stuck on wonbin. you can’t believe what had happened. it feels like some kind of dream, or just something that you’ve imagined.

there’s no way that park wonbin wanted to dance with me, you just can’t seem to believe it.

being all in your thoughts, you didn’t realize that someone had walked up next to you.

“hey,” wonbin softly touches your shoulder which makes you stop walking.

“you were a great dance partner earlier.”

not being able to answer (because you can’t grasp the fact that he’s standing right in front of you), you just smile.

talk, say something, you pressure yourself. don’t look like an idiot in front of him right now when you’ve tried to show your best side the whole day.

“i should honestly thank you. really, i mean it. we did well together.”

wonbin smiles, his eyes sparkling, making it look like he has stars shining inside of them.

“i hope we can dance together sometime in the future too. and i don’t mean the collab stage.. i mean privately. like, only the two of us..”

wonbin can’t believe he just said that. it took him all the guts in the world but he’s happy that it’s out in the open, he’s happy to finally have the courage to ask you out (which is what he has been wanting to do for months).

hold on-

park wonbin?? is asking ME out??

you try your hardest to not stop breathing at this very moment.

“as in a date?”

wonbin scratches the back of his head. “yes.. uhm.. unless i was just imaging things and you don’t really want to get to know me the same way i want to get to know you.”

you stare at him while the fireworks you were feeling earlier are making a comeback.

“shit, yeah, maybe this was too much. i should probably just lea-” you cut wonbin off.

“i would love to dance with you again. privately.”

you’ve seen wonbin being all smiley the whole day but right now, you see the biggest smile on his face ever. as if he’s a little kid and someone gave him tons of sweets.

“cool.. more than cool. amazing. would you mind giving me your number so i can hit you up with the details later?”

you shake your head laughingly while typing in your number on wonbin’s phone.

once you give it back to him, his smile only grows bigger.

“okay, yeah.. i will text you. for sure. i just have to leave now, as you probably saw; sungchan keeps messaging me. uhm.. i can’t wait to see you again.”

before you could reply, wonbin turns around and you could swear that you heard him giggle while he excitedly walked (almost galloping) away.

[jinhyun]

—sunshield.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: fluff, humor probably, established relationship, changbin and minho are two menaces in this

word count: 1.5k

summary: when the sun hits your sound asleep boyfriend's eyes and you take it upon yourself to block it and protect his dreams. regardless of all the teasing you will get from your friends.

a/n: thissss is a small present for the best friend i could've made on this hellsite 🤧🩷 you know who you are, u a real one. i took this idea bc Mother Hen™, but i really liked the other two you sent me so don't mind me if i ever write them lol. i hope you enjoy, and happy birthday!! hope you have a good one out of many many more 🩷

Sometimes you wondered if you were becoming delusional.

Staring at some guy for longer than it could be considered normal surely did seem delusional to you, especially when he was fast asleep and therefore unaware of your stare.

But, then again, he wasn't just 'some guy'. No, he was your boyfriend. And maybe that was good enough of an excuse for you to stare at him for minutes and minutes, at any time of the day, and even at night, as sleeping right next to him in the comfort of his familiar arms was a privilege you'd be damned to ever take for granted.

So, you stared.

For as long as your eyes were open and your neck didn't hurt from the way it was turned in order to be able to get a glimpse of him, you stared.

As Minho drove and Changbin on the passenger's seat turned up the volume of the radio right as 'Heartbeat' by 2PM started to play, singing along obnoxiously as ever to it, your eyes remained fixed on Hyunjin next to you. His head rested on your shoulder as small snores abandoned his mouth every couple of seconds, somehow —much to your surprise— completely unaware of all the noise surrounding him inside the car.

It had been a long day, in the best way possible. Chan and Felix had suggested you all should have a beach day together during their small break after promotions, and although Hyunjin hadn't been too keen on it at first —as he would've much rather stayed home with you, alone—, your excitement over the idea had been enough for him to give in.

It turned out to be a good call in the end, for you both got to spend a nice, fun time with your friends without having a single worry in the world, and Hyunjin still got to have you all to himself like he wanted somehow. He found out that day that sharing a towel and napping together while everyone else was in the water, hearing the sound of the waves in the background while the light breeze of them reached your bodies, could easily become one of his favourite things to do with you.

You woke up early that morning, making sure to pack everything you could possibly need throughout the day before you met the guys and the group got divided in two cars to head over to the beach — one driven by Minho and one driven by Chan.

You had gone with Minho in the morning, as you could use some boost of energy from the carpool you knew was about to happen in it. And it turned out to be so much fun in the end, that you and Hyunjin decided to go back home on the same car as well.

Right now, as Hyunjin slept beside you and your friends had their own little party in the front, however, you couldn't help but think that maybe you should've taken Chan's car on your way back.

Regardless of your concern, a loud laugh escaped your throat when Minho joined in on Changbin's singing, and you had to physically quiet yourself down by placing your hand over your mouth —the one that wasn't intertwined with Hyunjin's— not to wake up your sound asleep boyfriend.

Your eyes fixed on him for the hundredth time on your ride back home, smiling softly as ever when you felt him move his head higher up on your shoulder, after a small turn on the highway made him lose balance for a second.

His eyebrows furrowed prominently and his eyes closed tighter, making you realise only then that the sun about to set was now directly on his side of the car, hitting his eyes just the right amount to disturb his dream. It was also hitting your eyes, to be fair, but that didn't seem to matter in the slightest.

Without giving it a second thought, you raised your free hand up to his eye level, smiling to yourself when the shadow provided by your hand blocking the sun formed a small mask over his eyes and they visibly relaxed once again.

Pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, you lovingly rested your head on his for a moment before you went back to making sure your hand wouldn't lose its balance and no longer shield the eyes of your beloved from the sun.

"You're so whipped" Changbin's teasing statement brought your eyes up to the rearview mirror, so they could lock with his.

"No, I'm not" you poorly fought back.

"You are, though" Minho joined.

"He's tired, I just want him to rest as much as he can" you pouted. "I'd do this for any of you guys".

They both laughed, earning a roll of eyes from you.

"First, Hyunjin would flip if you ever did that for anyone but him" Changbin pointed out with a light laugh.

You laughed under your breath, sneaking a glance to your boyfriend. He would indeed flip if you ever did for someone else even the smallest of things he considered to be 'boyfriend privilege only', and blocking the sun from hitting their eyes as they slept for sure was part of the list.

"Second, no, you would not".

"Yes, I would?" you couldn't help but sound offended now.

"Y/N," Minho's voice brought your attention to him. "You haven't even acknowledged Han the entire ride".

As if a bubble around you had just been bursted, you instantly felt a faint pressure on your left shoulder. And it was only then you realised Han had been sleeping on it the entire time.

It was only then you even remembered he was in the car, right next to you, to begin with.

Definitely not one of your proudest moments.

Your face right then must've given your sudden realisation away, for the two guys in front let out a laugh that turned out to be loud enough to finally wake Hyunjin up.

"Aish, guys" you called them out, feeling your boyfriend groan quietly next to you.

"Sorry" they both said in unison.

"What's going on?" Hyunjin asked with a hoarse voice — eyes finally opening by complete and being met with your hand hovering them.

"Nothing," you hushed him, pulling him back onto your shoulder. "Go back to sleep, baby".

He pouted, having realised what you had been doing all along and being unable to stop his heart from melting.

Instead of saying anything, as he was just waking up and still a bit out of it, he pressed a small kiss to the crook of your neck.

"I love you" he smiled, closing his eyes before he could notice the goosebumps both his lips and words had caused to appear on your skin.

"Gross" Minho gagged.

"Focus on driving" you called him out, earning a squint of his eyes from the rearview mirror.

"Ever heard of multitasking?" he bit back.

"Obviously she hasn't," Changbin snorted. "Otherwise she wouldn't have neglected Han like that".

You rolled your eyes. "I didn't realise he was sleeping on my shoulder".

"He's what?" Hyunjin jumped up — all traces of sleepiness suddenly gone.

"He fell asleep on your girl's shoulder" Binnie added fuel to the fire, with a smirk from ear to ear at that.

"Yah, Han Jisung".

"Don't," you stopped him before he could wake Han up, like he had just reached his hand out to do.

"But he—"

"Don't be mean" you tightly held his hand in yours when he managed to lightly push him off.

Thankfully, Han seemed to be in another dimension by now.

"And she said she would've blocked the sun from his eyes too, had she noticed" Minho added.

Hyunjin turned to you, with a simple raise of his eyebrow accusing you of having ever said such words of betrayal.

"He's my friend" you nonchalantly remarked to everyone in the car.

"And I'm your boyfriend," Hyunjin reminded you. "Han can get his own partner to block the sun for him".

"But he doesn't have one yet" you pointed out.

"Too bad," he shrugged. "You're mine".

Considering the conversation to be done with that last statement of his, he went back to rest his head on your shoulder — this time burying his face in the crook of your neck and letting out a contented sigh when you rested your head on him.

"So you're just gonna let him sleep on Y/N's shoulder?" Changbin pushed it.

"Y/N didn't let me wake him up" Hyunjin shook it off, eyes already closed as his fingers looked for yours and intertwined them again. "But she's my sunshield only, though".

You chuckled, pressing your lips to his head and having him bring your hand up to his mouth to return the kiss. "That I am".

As for Han, although he took no part in the whole argument, he would have to either look for his own partner or learn not to lean on your shoulder when he was unconscious from now on.

Hyunjin wouldn't let this behaviour slide a second time.

[lomltrentarnold]

my number one — trent alexander-arnold ₊˚ෆ

summary : the boys tried to surprise y/n with her celebrity crush but it didn't go as planned.

warnings : long fic kind of, half written, half smau, fem!reader, yeah just ignore anything that doesn't make sense okay babes <3 awkwardness, um yeah <3

🍓hana’s notes : okay!!!! it’s finally done!!!! im very happy how this turned out <3 let me know what you think and if you want something like this more cause i really enjoyed making it :))))) | MAIN MASTERLIST

( BETA SQUAD : GUESS THE FOOTBALLER FT TRENT ALEXANDER-ARNOLD )

“Turn right.”

You followed the directions of your phone and turned right into a street. A small box of cupcakes were sat at the passenger seat of your car as it filled the car with its vanilla scent.

Sharky texted you and said to come by at 12 but you felt nice all of a sudden and decided to come by early with the homemade cupcakes accompany you.

The boys didn't give you much information as to what they were doing today, they only said they were filming another Guess The Professional Footballer and that was it. You didn't think about it too much though because whatever the boys are planning its always going to come out a banger.

You arrived at the driveway of the building that they said they would be filming, you parked your car and took your bag — not forgetting the cupcakes too of course.

You opened your phone to look back at the text that Sharky has sent you about how to get in and where to go.

to sharky 🦈🤳

Y/N 💌

sharks, i just arrived at the place 🫣

sharky 🦈🤳

YOU'RE WHAT?!???

Y/N 💌

im at the location u sent 🤨

why you seem surprised???

sharky 🦈🤳

I told you to come at 12

And now its only 9

Y/N 💌

i got bored and wanted to see you lot

and i bought cupcakes <3

sharky 🦈🤳

HOLD UP

CUPCAKES??

YOUR CUPCAKES??

Yeah okay hold on I'll come and get you

Y/N 💌

nah its fine i can get there just wanted to explore for a bit

• • •

You put your phone in your pocket and walked to through the doors. Following Sharky's direction to their spot, you took your time glancing at the venue. It was an open space that leads to multiple football courts, some more bigger than the others and you were hoping the boys got a big venue for the Guess The Footballer video.

When you came close to the set you see a glimpse of someone you recognised and let out a breath of relief, "George!" you yelled out.

George turned his head at the voice and grinned, but for some reason it completely dropped. Now, you're confused. Why is everyone acting weird?

When you got to him you, you gave him a side hug as your other hand held the cupcakes. "Hey." you smiled. "Where are the others?"

George ever the sweetheart took the tray of cupcakes from your hand when he sees you struggling to hold it and answered, "They're getting mic'd up. I think we should wait before going in."

That made you furrow your eyebrows because you always sneak into their recording sessions without a problem but you understood either way.

You nodded your head, "Oh okay, let me put the cupcakes at the food table. Where is it by the way?"

George pointed the way, "Just around the corner. But before you leave—" before you could take back the tray, he sneakily (not really) took one of the sweets, "Thanks, Y/N. You're the absolute best!" he gave you a smile which make you chuckle.

You exchanged smiles with some of the camera and production crew, some were new and some aren't as you introduced yourself to them.

When you were at the table, your phone dinged as Niko's name flashed on the lock screen.

niko 🕶🦒

Y/N where are you?

Y/N 💌

at the snacks table

i'll be with you guys in a few

niko 🕶🦒

Y/N I need you to go to George right now.

Please!!!

Y/N 💌

lmfao why???

you lot are acting so weird today

weirder than normal

niko 🕶🦒

Please!!! It's important!!

Y/N 💌

OKAY OKAY RELAX

i’m going rn 🙄

• • •

You sighed and turned off your phone, not thinking too deep about it but then you suddenly felt someone tap your shoulder.

"Excuse me."

Your head has never turned so fast you think your meck cracked. Cause that voice. That scouse accent. You don't want to be delusional but you know exactly who that sounds like.

There’s no way.

Absolutely no way.

You quickly blinked. Your eyes must me deceiving you because there is no chance that the Trent Alexander-Arnold is right in front of you right now.

"No way." you breathed out.

"Sorry, what?"

You stare at him, mouth agape, "You're Trent Alexander-Arnold."

"That, I am." he nodded, his famous smirk coming into full motion and you can make out his dimples. Yeah, it’s definitely Trent.

Your mouth opened and close like a fish, "Am I dreaming? Is this a dream? Can you pinch me or something?"

Trent looked at you weirdly, and that only fuelled your embarrassment, before a knowing smile made its way to his face, "You must be Y/N, right? The boys told me a lot about you."

"Trent Alexander-Arnold just said my name. What the fuck?"

A deep chuckled rumbled in his chest, “Language.”

Your whole body was on fire. What is going on.

Trent leaned towards you, “May I?” he said, sending you an awkward smile.

“What?” your whole brain was mush. He was too close.

He gestured to the box of sweets, “The cupcakes.”

“Oh! right. Sorry.” you moved aside, eyes flickering all over the room instead of staring at him. But he’s so pretty and he smells nice and— That would be weird! Staring at someone without saying anything? Creep.

“Y/N!”

Multiple voices screamed your name. You turned your head only to be met with five familiar faces.

When you heard the sounds of footsteps running from behind you, you were more than thankful for the intrusion.

“Oh, hey.” you breathed out, still trying to calm your heart beat down knowing that Trent was hovering beside you.

“Damn it.” Chunkz was the first to say after they regained their breaths.

Niko slapped Sharky’s back, making him wince, “We told you to be in charge of her location!”

Sharky’s mouth gaped open, “I was! She suddenly decided to come early!”

“Damn.”

You looked at the boys weirdly, “What’s going on?” taking a few steps towards them, “And why didn’t you tell me your professional footballer was Trent?!” you harshly whispered. There was no need tho, Trent heard everything.

Kenny stepped beside you, “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Surprise!” AJ cheerly exclaimed.

Shaking your head, you sent the boys a small smile, “Thank you, guys.”

Trent was silent the whole time this went down, which made you avert your eyes to him. Only to be surprised when his eyes were already on yours.

“Hi.” you softly muttered, hand shyly waving at him.

“Hey.” Trent sent you shy smile as well, your finished cupcake wrapper in his left hand as he extends his right, “Nice to meet you, I’m Trent.”

You introduced yourself, as your hand went to shake his. You could physically melt when his skin touched yours. This doesn’t feel real.

The boys looked back and forth between you both as they send knowing looks to each other when they noticed your lingering eyes and hands and how it was longer than necessary contact. What’s happening? Maybe this wasn’t a fail after all?

“Alright, then.” Niko cleared his throat, “We need to get filming.”

You nodded your head, deciding to walk beside Sharky and AJ.

“So?” AJ asked, looking at you with a questioning look.

“I am freaking out.” you whispered, hands clasping on Sharky’s hoodie.

They both laughed at your ‘trying to keep cool’ reaction.

You build up the courage to glance at Trent. He was talking to Chunkz, his side profile glowing with his dimples showing and you could feel your face became warm, and your sweaty hands where you both touched.

What the fuck is wrong with you. Stop looking. He’s gonna think you’re weird.

Trent turned his head, when he felt someone was looking at him. Your eyes widen when he looked at you, before swiftly looking away. Cute, Trent thought. Very pretty.

• • •

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betasquad Beta Squad FC’s newest signing 😍 plus we made a fan very happy ❤️ Check out our new vid!!!!

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niko You’re welcome @yourusername

⤷ yourusername i dont know who you are

sharky You owe us 😚

⤷ yourusername HELLO?? the surprise was a fail???

⤷ user5 babe you still met him 🤣

chunkz She was fangirling hard guys 😂😂

⤷ yourusername HUSH

kingkennytv I’m just happy I got the cupcakes!!

⤷ yourusername ken you’re an angel i love you

ajshabeel she was a make a wish kid guys!! we were nice enough to give her an opportunity of a lifetime 🫶

⤷ yourusername i actually hate you

user1 OH MY GOD

user2 Trent is soo fineee

user3 HOW DID Y/N REACT?????

user65 Y/N’S COMMENTS GOODBYE

user4 Did Y/N freak out?

⤷ user7 you need to watch the vid!! and stay until the end!

⤷ user8 they showed Y/N at the end

user5 the crossbar part was 😳😳😳

user6 Y/N didn’t post anything yet, is she okay????

user9 LMFAO THE END BIT

⤷ user13 IT WAS SO CUTEEEE

⤷ user10 im confused can someone tell me what this means?

⤷ user11 they asked Y/N to say play the trailer with Trent!!!!

⤷ user12 she was so shy 😭😭😭😭 it was so cute

⤷ user13 omg Y/N being shy???? this i have to watch

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betasquadfan OKAY before i talk about how good the new vid is can we please acknowledge how the boys tried to surprise Y/N with her celebrity crush but failed 😭😭😭 and how trent kept looking behind ONE SPECIFIC CAMERA THE ENTIRE TIME?!?!! and how her and trent said play the trailer together ����🥹 the boys are actually so sweet for that!

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user98 omg i thought i was the only one who noticed!!!!

user76 he was def looking at Y/N which- same Y/N is pretty asf

user09 And the crossbar part 😍😍

⤷ user18 the first thing he looked was AT THAT CAMERA which i am 96% sure Y/N was behind

⤷ user5 bye thats so hotttt

⤷ user16 he was trying to show off 🙄🙄 trying to win our mother over 🙄🙄

user6 Trent is so obvious that you’re in love with Y/N like we are 🤣🤣

user24 Y/N was so shy in the vid PLEASE I HAVE NEVER SEEN HER LIKE THAT

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Happy Place (HOUND) (Miguel x M!Reader)

Geneticist!Miguel x Guard!Reader Part 3 of HOUND | w/c 3.8k

#NSFW, zombie AU, apocalypse AU, mentions of exploitation and abuse, body horror, gore, immoral research and experiments, power imbalance, reader is a criminal, miguel is a scientist, dark themes, reader is morally grey, bottom!miguel, top!reader, hurt and comfort, it's fluffy in the end, bussy loading lmao

Note: Genuinely had a really fun time writing this!! Was not really planned, but I cannot resist the idea of reader being a big softie towards people he kind of gives a shit about :sob: some angst, some miscommunication, and some good ol' FUCKIN'. Hope you like it! I have an idea for another part, but idk when/if I write it u-u we shall see.

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You started behaving differently around him. Miguel rationalized it was just because of the sex–you’d suddenly found a new resource in your “owner,” and so started looking to him to find it, to get a piece of something you’d been without for a long, long time. 

But primal instincts suggested something else; you didn’t just look at him like a fuck doll, you looked at him with soft eyes, slow blinks, and gentle patience. Normally, in those hellish meetings you were dragged to, you would stare straight ahead, listening to everything, but not giving away thoughts or opinions. And now?

Whenever Miguel glanced your way, he found you watching him, eyes half-lidded and lovey. The scientist forced himself to look away. He rubbed his mouth, trying to pet away the embarrassment (and will away any uncouth thoughts). Miguel liked the change, of course, but it had to be investigated. 

He brought you to Lyla to get some tests done. She was all too happy to see you, calling you a “good dog” and her “best boy” to which you merely huffed and smirked smugly because, yeah, you knew you were the best mutant puppy they had. 

“So? To what do I owe the honour of seeing my favourite guy?” Lyla asked as she reached up to fluff up your hair. You bowed your head like a dire wolf leaning in to let a chihuahua preen. 

Miguel crossed his arms, equally enamored with your gentility as he was perplexed by it. “He’s different. Less strict and serious, more…” Miguel pursed his lips when a faint grunt of approval boomed in your chest as Lyla scritched a particularly good spot. “That. This. Whatever this is.” 

“Awe, come on, he’s just a big puppy. That’s what we made them to be, right? Not a big deal.” But Miguel didn’t buy it. Still, he knew Lyla wouldn’t so easily dismiss his claims, either. “Anything change with you, big guy?”

“Sex,” You answered.

Miguel rubbed his face with a groan. “I–you–”

“Wow, getting in the freak seat, huh, Miguel?” Lyla teased. “Sex puts anyone in a good mood.”

“This isn’t just a good mood. It’s a complete 180.” His hand dropped from his face to gesture towards the teddy bear. “Look at him. He doesn’t do this. What if it becomes a problem?”

“Actually, his cortisol levels’ve been down since he got back to watching you,” Lyla argued, suddenly a tinge more serious. She glanced your way, and her expression shifted just the slightest bit before returning to Miguel. “Really don’t think it’s a big deal.”

“You don’t think?” 

“Pal, buddy, come on–”

“Please, just–just run tests. Just check.” Echoes of snarling mouths rippled to the forefront of his mind. His palms began to sweat. “I need you to check.” 

She must have understood.

Lyla agreed, and assigned Miguel with a temporary HOUND escort. While it was humiliating to need a babysitter around the clock, Miguel couldn’t go without one–every blind corner, every door sitting sealed sent his heart into a panic, made him want to curl into himself and disappear. Having a superhuman by his side was the only thing that gave him some sense of comfort. 

Miguel paused in the doorway and looked over his shoulder. He glimpsed your back turned to him as Lyla dutifully prepared for the examination. 

“When do I get him back?” Miguel asked, like he didn’t just demand Lyla take him. 

The woman in question shrugged. “Eh. Dunno. Shouldn’t be more than an hour. Probably less than that. If there’s a problem, I’ll keep him longer.” 

Oh. Miguel didn’t like that. 

–

You came back about an hour later, tagging out your substitute and finally, finally, taking up your spot by the door. Miguel’s shoulders relaxed with the buzzing in his mind. Things were okay again. 

“So?” Miguel asked, pulling himself up from his desk to saunter towards you. “Anything?”

You glanced his way with a familiar, stony set to your stare. “Not much.”

“Really.” He could tell you’d snapped out of whatever lovey dovey daze you’d gotten stuck in, though. Your body wasn’t so open anymore, what with your arms crossed and eyes simmered down into burnt-out coal. “You expect me to believe that?”

You didn’t answer. But your silence said enough. 

–

Things went back to normal. You remained distant and far off, but attentive and responsive to Miguel’s needs and wants; you stood closer to him if his stress peaked, you never left his line of sight, you fucked him if he beckoned you to the bed. You reset back into the dog you used to be.

Miguel didn’t like it. He’d taken you to Lyla to see if something was wrong with you, if you were going to break and snap, turning into the thing that’d tried to kill the both of you. He didn’t want you to reset. He didn’t want you pulling away.

–

The undead were slowing down. Another winter had hit, and it hit hard, knocking out the city’s electricity and tearing down power lines. But it’d frozen the dead, rendered their bodies useless and slow in the frigid streets of New York. 

It made capturing specimens easier and faster for the HOUNDs, just as it made extermination easier for the military as they scrambled to secure a quadrant of the city before winter passed into spring. All reports suggested the reclamation efforts were going well with few accidents and even less resistance from each point of interest hit. The amount of hideaways and survivor camps were astonishing as well, all tucked away into the tops of skyscrapers or underground in the darkness of parking lots. Civilians were truly incredible. 

But the HOUNDs were working double time, hardly having ample opportunity to shut their eyes before being requested again and again and again–there was always a building that needed to be cleared, a squadron that needed to be found, civilian colonies that needed to be relocated, and your sort was best suited for it all. 

Thankfully for you, retrieval efforts took a brief pause after a 99% clearance was announced, and the military began construction for official sector lockdown. Finally, there would be a safe space for the public to exist in, sealed off from the rest of the decaying, hungry world. 

And you would get a break. A chance to let the frostbite heal, to get shot up with painkillers, and bask in the synthetic warmth of Alchemax. Or, they’d kill you and let you rest forever if your test results came back as troublesome or unpromising. God, you hoped you were still promising. 

You’d done your best, shoved away the shreds of affection you felt for your keeper to maintain focus and keep worried eyes away from you. Your mind was clear. You felt fine. You really did. But they were human, and they were scared of what they created (what else is new), even though they depended on you and your ilk so heavily for safety, and for the most dangerous of missions. 

The sort of missions that had some of your kind put down after abnormalities, consistent with the incident several months ago, were detected in their DNA. The sort of missions that gave some of your kind the chance to make a run for it out in the field, daring the outside world in favour of living as a slave to Alchemax. You could understand it. You could sympathize, even; freedom was a beautiful idea, but with the world in such a state, the confines of your prison promised more freedom than the wildlands of the old world. 

Idiots. Every single one of them. 

The truck jostled you back to consciousness. The pounding in your head worsened, the pressure in your sinuses amplified, and your will to go on slowly withered away. But, thank whatever was left of God, you were almost back to Alchemax. Almost home. 

You wished you could collapse into Miguel’s bed beside him and sleep it all off, but that uncomfortable panic your soft side threw him into wasn’t acceptable. You didn’t understand it, but you weren’t going to fight it. There wasn’t any point. 

–

Miguel awoke to you standing by his door, arms crossed, back against the wall, and head bowed as you quietly snoozed. Normally, you didn't sleep on the job. Normally, you didn't look like shit either, though; you had a mask of sorts covering the bottom half of your face, probably one equipped with an air purifier to keep illness away from the rest of the building, and your skin lost its natural light to it, accentuating the deep crescents of shadows under your eyes.

He needs rest. That was the first thought in his mind, and the one that got him up and out of bed to get you. He expected a fight, honestly, but you were easily guided to where Miguel led you in your hardly-conscious state. 

“‘M fine,” you grumbled, brows furrowing and weak hands lamely trying to free yourself from Miguel's touch. 

“You need to lay down.” And somehow, he made it happen. Miguel got you in the bed and pulled off your boots before settling back down himself. It was strange, he realized, how he felt safe with you simply sleeping beside him, and sharing your warmth with him. Maybe he didn't need you to stand guard and sacrifice sleep for his sake anymore. 

–

Miguel didn't know when he'd fallen asleep, but waking up pressed into the warmth of your too-big frame was a welcome surprise. Your limbs were tangled all around him, your legs threading through his, your arms draped around him, your nose pressed into his mess of chestnut hair while deep, rumbly purrs rolled against his back. Your claws were out, too, every now and again gently kneading against his chest and stomach when happy dreams danced through your mind. 

It was when you let out a grumpy growl that Miguel smiled. He couldn’t stop himself from trying to carefully, slowly, turn in your arms, avoiding getting nicked and waking you up just to catch a glimpse of your sleeping face. Miguel settled back in, feeling you adjust and watching your brows furrow the slightest bit while you unknowingly made accommodations for him. 

“What’re you dreaming about, huh?” Miguel murmured when your expression slackened again and the drone of purring resumed. He reached towards your face carefully, running his thumb against the mess of scars intersecting with your bum eye; you never let him touch your face, always shying away or wincing in a recoil whenever he so tried. He never knew if he hurt you, or if you didn’t want to be reminded. It’s not like he ever knew what was going on in your head, anyway. 

Maybe I should. A thought that plagued him far too often. As far as he knew, the others didn’t bond too well with their guards, at least not to this level. But maybe they should have taken the time to. Maybe they should have matched you based on personality compatibility, or something similar to make sure you’d get along, to ensure nothing like that abomination could have happened in the first place. Maybe then they’d care about the HOUND division more. Maybe then you wouldn’t be seen as expendable. 

Your good eye opened when Miguel’s thumb dipped down into the scar resting flush against the bone of your damaged eye socket. You recoiled with a wince and sat up in a hurry, looking around the room in confusion and running a hand through your hair. 

“What the fuck,” you grumbled, voice hoarse. You coughed into your arm, but the mask caught it for you “Didn’t mean to–”

“I made you lay down,” Miguel said, firm. 

You looked at him, confused for a moment before relaxing into your plain, uncaring state. You rolled your shoulders a few times before reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it up bit by bit; Miguel was almost too distraught by the bandages and marks marring your body for him to realize what you thought he wanted. 

“Wh–hey, no, no.” He sat up and stopped you, grabbing your arm to give you pause. “Just–stop. Relax.” 

“You’re giving me mixed signals.” Your brows furrowed. “Don’t like me lookin’ at you, don’t want me getting too comfortable–”

Miguel’s gut twisted. “I didn’t know if something was wrong–”

“You that scared of me?”

“I’m not–”

“Then what is it.” 

Miguel didn’t have the words. He didn’t know. He couldn’t straighten out his thoughts enough to give you a succinct, reasonable answer that’d make sense and cover everything. He didn’t know what he was thinking or feeling during those blurred days of the apocalypse. 

“I don’t know.” Miguel stared hard at your arm. His fidgety hands fussed with the bandages. 

You waited for a beat for him to continue, but he didn’t. You leaned in the slightest bit like it’d encourage him before you prodded further. “You don’t know?”

“Anything. About all of this–everything. Everything’s ending.” Ah. How optimistic of him, one of the men tasked with giving the world a fighting chance, to save humanity. “Nothing good happens anymore.” Right?

You stayed quiet for a long while. Miguel didn't know how to read that look on your face. He could only imagine what someone like you, someone hardened and fucked over by the world, was thinking, what you were judging by his words and– 

“Some dinosaurs got fucked by volcanic ash,” you interrupted, “but some changed, and turned into birds. Like chickens ‘n shit. Some things turned into us, too. Somehow.” You cleared your throat and rubbed at the mask covering your mouth. “Don’t like the idea that we evolved from a fucking dolphin or whatever, but it happened. We're here, too, like those fucking chickens. Despite the world ending.” You spared him a look this time. “Things still lived, even if they changed.”

Miguel was dumbstruck. And he understood what you were saying. So much more than what you tried to convey. You were starting to make sense to him. 

“Huh. That was almost optimistic. Profound, even,” he offered with a soft smile. “Didn’t know you knew so much about chickens.” 

You scoffed. “My kid loved that stupid fun fact. Loved dinosaurs. Told me about them all the time…fuckin’ chickens and dinosaurs.” You were smiling, too. He heard it in your voice, saw the creases by your eyes. 

“Sounds like a smart kid.” 

You nodded. “She was.” 

–

He convinced you to keep him company for the day, the night, and the morning. It was a relief, waking up next to you again, feeling just a little less hopeless as the hours passed in your presence while chicken fun facts echoed in his thoughts. Hell, he was even starting to like being the little spoon, especially when he felt stiff, morning excitement pressing up against his ass. 

You weren’t that shy about it. You pulled his hips closer and ground up against him, grumbling and sighing through that stupid mask into his ear. Maybe you were still asleep, indulging in your body’s wants as dreams carried your subconscious into similar territory. Miguel only hoped you were dreaming about him. 

He jumped when your large hand groped his hardening cock through his joggers. He started scrambling and reaching for the side table for the bottle of oil he kept on hand for the nights he had you in his bed (and for his own personal time), nearly dropping the damn thing when you started pulling and tearing at his pants, suddenly deciding you were beyond impatient to have him. 

“Wait–hey, just–wait a second–” Miguel scrambled to shove his sweats down before you could do anymore damage. You huffed a laugh in his ear when you finally groped his hot skin. The sound lit an inferno in his chest. “Impatient pendejo.” 

“Lube.” 

“I'm working on it.” He lathered two fingers with oil and reached back, prodding before pushing in as you spread him wide. Your impatience had his fingers pumping in and out quicker, hastily convincing his tight ring to relax and loosen for the main event. Your hand gripped his cock and tugged firmly, making his hips buck back against you and lodge his digits in deeper with an embarrassing squelch. That, in your mind, meant he was ready to go. 

You pulled his hand away rudely before yanking down your waistband and jamming yourself into him. Miguel gasped and struggled against you before you thrust forward, simultaneously pulling his hips back, and fully seating him. Your arms snaked around him to cage him in and stop him from wriggling away if it got to be too much–you wouldn't have it. Miguel liked it that way. 

“Mierda, you–” he choked down a whine when your hand curled around his throat and held firm. “D-Don't get too carried away.” But thorny barbs pushed at his skin, teasing and kneading while Miguel's core melted and eased around you. His hand felt down, jolting a little at the bump jutting out from his flat stomach. Sometimes he forgot how big you were. 

You pushed two fingers into his mouth when you started moving, rutting into him lazily and sloppily, dragging rugged moans out of his chest with every draw of your bodies together. He bit down on your fingers hard and grasped your hand at his neck to find some kind of anchor point. Another breathy laugh had Miguel opening his legs wider, his back arching off of your chest. You wrenched your fingers from his mouth and pulled him back in, adjusting yourself to make use of his compliance and fuck him better. 

“Such a good little thing,” you grumbled, voice roiling with dark thorns. “You like being manhandled, huh?” And you squeezed his thigh and his throat hard, digging in your barbs just enough to threaten injury. “Like bein’ a whore?” 

Miguel wanted to snap at you, to tell you to shut the fuck up and stop teasing (bullying) him, but you hit him where it counted and freed his mind from the concept of speech. One of his hands balled into the sheets while the other clawed back at you, trying to sink further into his set anchors.

“Hm? You tryna say somethin’?” You asked with such condescending mirth in your words. “You wanna tell me how good it feels?” 

The hand around his throat was joined by the one leaving his thigh, and you squeezed harder. Delicious sparks of blackness muddied his vision, the near-death feeling accentuating the hard cracks of your hips into his, the white-hot blaze curling his toes and shaking his thighs. 

“Tell me,” you demanded again, a little louder, a little more annoyed. But how was Miguel expected to speak when he was so close to the edge of life, death and pleasure? He was nearly there, so close, just a little more–

But you pulled out.

Miguel heaved in breaths and blinked away the fog shrouding his sight. He wondered if old wounds gave you pause, or if fatigue had finally gripped you and extinguished your desire. And it concerned him, the idea you weren't ready for this, that you might've felt pressured or–

“Tell me.”

–oh, no, you were just being a cocky asshole. Figures. 

Miguel scoffed and reached back, weakly pawing for your slick cock rubbing against the curve of his ass, trying to guide it back to where he needed it. You should've known well enough how good you were, and yet–

“Words.” 

“I-It’s good,” Miguel croaked, cringing at his stuttering. “I–can’t you just–” Your charge choked on a mangled cry when your claws broke skin and sunk deep. But the afterburn fuelled the explosion boiling in Miguel’s gut. God, what was wrong with him? 

“Please,” he finally whined. 

A pleased purr vibrated against Miguel’s back. “Please?” 

Miguel screwed his eyes shut to ward off the wave of embarrassment crashing down him. “Fuck me. I have to–I need to–” 

You slammed back in, and Miguel almost shattered. He half-turned out of your grip, chest brushing the sheets while his abdomen twisted to still give you his ass; but you were a benevolent menace, and rose to your knees, guiding his hips up with you while he buried his pleas into the mattress. 

“Good. I'll give you what you want. I can do that.” 

And after a few bullseye hits, Miguel came undone. His hips jittered and stuttered, overwhelmed and ecstatic with the electricity shooting through his body and burning him alive. You held him tightly, moaning lowly as you plowed into his stifling heat, determined to plunge off the edge yourself while torturing your partner with wave after wave of tumultuous ecstasy. You really were too good at this. It was almost unfair. 

“Por favour,” Miguel gasped. He was breaking. It was too much. Too much–

“Shut up,” you grunted, but the plea must've done the trick; your hips jolted to a stop once flush up against Miguel's ass, and a familiar flood of heat filled his guts. Miguel pulled on fistfuls of his hair and bit down on his other hand's knuckles. He probably would have passed right out if he hadn't grounded his soul with a little bit of pain. 

You slumped on top of him unceremoniously, like a dog flopping back onto its owner. You grumbled and wheezed in a way that sounded far too dad-like, in a way that almost made Miguel laugh and did indeed bring a tired smile to his face. As much as you were an insufferable asshole, you were just as cute and silly. Miguel quite possibly loved that about you. 

“What? All that shit-talking tire you out?” Miguel asked. 

You huffed. “Still sore.” Ah. Maybe your earlier torture was to disguise your need for a break after all. “You got me going too much.” 

“Sorry? You're the one who started it.” 

“You're the one who begged to get fucked,” you retorted like an annoying teenager. “Like a bitch in heat.”

Miguel sighed. He knew he wasn't about to win this one, but he had to try. His stubbornness wouldn't let him back down. 

“You're the one who woke up hard. Grinding against my ass to–” he stuttered when you pulled out suddenly before flopping down beside him in bed, “--t-to get off.” Christ he hated you. You were so fucking annoying. 

“You liked it.” You watched him grab some tissues from the side table and clean up as much as he could before rolling on his back to stare at the ceiling. “You're horny as fuck.” 

Miguel lamely slapped a hand at your chest, and you caught it, pinning it against your warmth. Miguel didn't mind. It felt nice. 

“Yeah. Well. It's the apocalypse.” 

“It's the apocalypse,” you agreed.

[cry4vin]

may I request some hc’s for fem ! reader being in a poly relationship with villain ! izuku, katsuki and todoroki <3

Of course!! Sorry this took me a while, it came to me in pieces. But I hope you enjoy!!!!

✧ Katsuki was first.

✧ He had been cleaning up after some of Izuku's men, as he usually did when a job got dirty and nobody else wanted to do anything about it. 

✧ After assessing the situation at hand, he began to make his rounds through the area, making sure there was no unnecessary casualties. They were villains but they had a few morals. While walking down past an alleyway, he heard your weak whimpers and soft cries, he immediately knew you were way different from their current target just by the sounds of your cries. 

✧ It only took Katsuki a few seconds to beat the bastard down when he realized you were being harassed. You’d been pretty shaken up from the guy's actions so Katsuki didn’t blame you for trying to keep your head down when you thanked him, but he did manage to catch a glimpse of your eyes, a glimpse he wouldn’t be able to shake from his mind. 

✧ And he really couldn’t. He tried, he really did, but every time he tried to rid his mind of the thought of you, his pants would tighten up around him. He was only able to take care of the problem when he was alone, but trust me, he was still anything but quiet. 

✧ Then, Izuku finally caught word of the incident.

✧ Izuku wasn’t the type to get caught up in drama going on in the “workplace”, but when one of his men came in badly beaten and swearing up and down he’s quitting, he just needed to know what he did to get fucked up that badly.

✧ Hearing that Katsuki was the one to deal the damage didn’t surprise Izuku, but hearing that it was over a girl definitely caught his attention, so much so that he felt he needed to confront Katsuki himself about this. Yet, Katsuki didn’t give him much to work with, he wanted you for himself too, remember?

✧ Izuku was good at digging around, he knew the city and most of its people like the back of his hand, so it didn’t take long to find you or figure out your daily whereabouts. The issue at hand had been how would he approach you without being creepy?

✧ When he did eventually think up a plan and apologize for the bastards behavior, he asked if you wanted any money as compensation for emotional distress, maybe a few hundred dollar gift cards to your favorite stores, and if not that then maybe his personal credit cards, or roses and chocolate. Seriously, he was so smitten with you at first glance that he told himself if you asked him for all his money at that moment he would have given it to you. 

✧ Not only just his money, or expensive gifts, but his children too. Those few women out there that were lucky enough to know of him would beg and whine for him to give them a chance, proving that they could fit the role of his wife. But a few words exchanged between the two of you secure your spot. He’d become so confident that he would win you over, he wasn’t even worried about the chase anymore, just how quickly he’d put you in a mating press, pushing loads of cum back into you while you begged for him to fuck you more

✧ Shoto was different. 

✧ Anyone who knew Shoto knew it’s not like him to mess with someone else’s relationship, he didn’t care much for relationships anyway, until he had stumbled upon you and Izuku enjoying a private, outdoor dinner. 

✧ Again, he himself knew that he wasn’t the type to get involved with someone else’s partner, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him right?

✧ And that is how you found yourself ending every date with Izuku by pretending to leave, only to make a rather large U-turn to Shotos area of the house. 

✧ Now, you also knew that you weren’t the type to cheat. It was an immoral, unexcusable, and unforgivable thing to do. Yet, why did it always feel better getting fucked by your date’s best friend in the same house they share, moaning louder with each footstep that passes by, the excitement building in your system at the thought that it could be Izuku walking by. 

✧ But, you also knew that if Izuku found out you had been cheating on him, he wouldn’t take it lightly. I mean, how could he? He’s known you for barely a week and already confessed his love for you at least once a day. You weren’t ready to see what he was capable of if he were to get hurt by the thought of you and both his friends.

✧ Yes, both of them, because when Shoto doesn’t pull you to his room, the other one does. “The other one” was also the one to claim your virginity. You’d come back with Izuku from the late first date and Katsuki couldn’t resist the temptation he had to talk to you. So when Izuku coincidentally got an alert of another plan gone wrong and had to leave, Katsuki wasted no time building a conversation with you that eventually led you back to his bed.

✧ Juggling the boys wasn’t as much fun anymore, now that having to hide two relationships from Izuku was starting to rid you of your energy. 

✧ Bringing up the idea of an open relationship to Izuku, now there wasn’t much that scared you but mentioning you wanted a relationship with him and his closest friends, that one would have you sleeping with one eye open. But after some convincing, Izuku surprisingly obliged, he was serious about giving you anything you wanted to make you happy, even if that meant having to share you.

✧ Shoto wasn’t bothered much by the change in relationship status. It was basically the same as it had been for him the past week, except now everybody else was acknowledging it.

✧ Convincing Katsuki was another story. A longer one too. Seriously, it took half a month for him to get used to the fact that he had the same girlfriend as his two best friends. Instead of complaining most of the time, he picked up easier jobs that allowed him to be home more, ultimately giving him more alone time with you.

✧ As for how alone time worked for you guys. 

✧ While being polyamorous meant that you were dating all three of them, you still managed to have alone time with each of them every now and then.

✧ Private time with Izuku happened the most, it only made sense since he had been the leader of the group. When you aren’t resting at home or out with a guard shopping for yourself, you’re more than likely sitting nice and pretty on Izuku’s lap during meetings, or on a late night date that ends with the two of you in a honeymoon suite getting drunk and flirty. Izuku was a sweet lover. He’s gentle with your body and is attentive to what you like, and he always begins slow, with both foreplay and penetration. He figures the more he whispers dirty things in your ear and teases your sensitive spots, the wetter you would be for him. 

✧ Even though you’re wet enough to the point where he could just push himself inside you easily, he made sure to enter as slow as possible. There were pro’s and con’s to this though. On the brightside, you could feel every inch, on the not-so-brightside, you felt every inch, and he had a little too many extra inches for you :( 

✧ As we discussed earlier, Katsuki of course is free to be with you almost anytime, and he does take advantage of this. Of course, each of them have their own room, they do share a bed when everyone is home, but not everyone is always home at the same time. So when Izuku was gone on a “work trip” too dangerous for you, or Shoto had been out of town to visit his older brother, Katsuki had you all to himself. 

✧ Your time with Katsuki was always long, since you usually had him for up to a few days at a time, but that didn’t mean he took his time with you. I mean, he used to, but when he found out you liked getting it rough with him, how could he resist? Though he was quick, his stamina and endurance were higher than the other two, meaning you had more rounds with him. Way. More.

✧ There wasn’t a position the two of you haven’t tried, or hole. A favorite position between the two of you was having you bent over anything and everything. Round after round, he would have you cumming on his cock, limping to the next area he felt like fucking you in, and staying still like a good fuckin’ girl while he lined himself up to your entrance. 

✧ Katsuki was rough in the way that he fucked you hard and deep, not thrusting again until he’s sure he’s hit your cervix, and occasionally speeding up when you beg him to. Any bruises or love bites you left with? You begged for it. Any handprints on your ass you left with? You begged for it. Any cum dripping out of your panties? You begged for it. Anything you asked him for, he gave to you, and he sure as hell didn’t disappoint. 

✧ You experimented the most with Shoto. New positions, new toys, new supplements, new tips, name it and you’ve probably tried it. Before Shoto, you weren’t sure you had any kinks, nor were you aware of half of your sensitive areas or different ways you were able to cum. Shoto wasn’t fast or slow, he could be both if he wanted to, it was a perk of experimenting with you. He could do quite literally a bit of everything. 

✧ Though he might’ve been quiet around others, he was anything but that when you would ride him, he was most definitely the most vocal of all of them. He had always made everyone in the house aware that you were bouncing up and down on his cock, or that you were getting a throatful of it. He also encouraged you to be loud with him, well, at least when there wasn’t a gag in your mouth. 

✧ Having all three boys together is a whole other story. 

✧ The boys weren’t really into each other, they were just friends who happened to share a girlfriend with each other, but every now and then when things get a bit too steamy too quick, they will make out, and pretty sloppy too. 

✧ They all alternate between your mouth, your cute lil’ pussy, and sometimes your ass. I say sometimes because the boys are pervs. They get off to watching each other have their way with you, and you just lay there and take it, conditioned to be their sweet girlfriend in public, and their perfect, obedient fucktoy in private. 

✧ I know I already mentioned that they’re not really into each other unless they’re overly turned on, but I forgot to add that they do love to talk dirty to each other as well, encouraging each other to fuck you harder, telling each other how good they’re doing, how badly they wanna kiss them, how badly they need them.

✧ They made sure to get you on a pill, because they all despised condoms. They loved the way your pussy felt when it would squeeze around them as you came, they weren’t about to let a thin piece of plastic get in the way of that. No condoms also meant you could hardly tell whose cum was whose, and there was way more of it since you didn’t have the one traditional boyfriend. 

✧ As for the aftercare, all you do is relax. You would think that big, scary villains would make you clean yourself up, but these villains were exclusively sweet to you. How could they be mean when you’re just too damn cute? From the moment you mention you’re tired to the moment you're tucked in bed, you don’t lift a single finger. 

✧ Did I mention sleep with them is the best? No? Well, it definitely is. Having all three men cuddle you gives you the best sense of peacefulness, you know they would never let anything happen to you, and they’re actually really soft when their bodies are relaxed. 

✧ In conclusion, I now want this relationship.

[astoryofsuchwoe]

sorry to come into ur inbox at like 10am (at least its 10am here) but u sent me asks yesterday so ill send u some back!! teehee ^_^

what are your other ocs thoughts on cindy and ankoku? for florence and an, how do you think they'd feel about seeing someone (ankoku) who was treated the complete opposite as them in every way possible?

do you think castile and cindy would be friends? if so, how would castile feel about cindy being able to successfully escape and not her?

how would they react to brandons death? how would they treat cindy afterwards?

YIPPEE YAY im so excited giggles giggles giggles!! and dont worry im literally almost awake all the time i will ramble about these guys any chance that i get. and i'll put each oc in paragraphs LMAO. ITS SO LONG SO UNDER THE CUT

florence ; i think that florence is very. confident in himself and his facade so he probably wouldn't see much of ankoku. he's probably heard about and caught glimpses of him though, and can't help but feel a bit bad. i don't think he'd be the most sympathetic though? he's kind of got the mentality of "glad that wasn't me!" so yeah. and he definitely tries to maintain a good reputation and stay popular, so i think that he'd at least try to be friends with cindy! if she catches onto his lies though.. that's on him. he doesn't really react much internally to brandon's death, yet another case of him just. not really giving a shit about others? he does know that he has to act more sympathetic about the death though, so he'll be one of the first people to send his condolences to cindy.

caliste ; i think that caliste miiight be a bit too into her superiority that she wouldn't really consider being friends with someone who isn't on the same level as her. HOWEVER i can see this changing if cindy ever finds her in the middle of one of her many panic attacks. she'd act like she'd hate it, but i assume cindy would be kind to her during the exchange, so she'd be a bit nicer in turn. she's also like florence about brandon's death, in the sense that she doesn't really care all that much. if she is in a stage of being nicer to cindy though, she'll make her a cup of coffee (even if cindy doesn't like it lol). i think that she would feel kind of .. numb when she hears about cindy's escape though. she used to try it all the time, and the fact that somebody she considered not as good as her was able to do it? well, she'd kinda send herself into a spiral for weeks. but obviously nobody will know about it!

an ; i definitely think that at the start of her career, she'd probably get anxious before performances, so she would see ankoku a few times! she would immediately feel sympathetic upon seeing him, and she constantly asks if he needs anything to feel better. she basically ends up switching the roles lol. she is very sympathetic, and if she ever sees him in passing, she'll always offer him a quick snack. she sees a lot of trix in ankoku, which... yikes, is all i have to say. i feel like she would also be friends with cindy and brandon with trix! she's absolutely heartbroken about brandon's death, and she makes sure to see cindy to give her condolences and offer a shoulder to cry on.. she'd probably stop being friends with cindy after trix and her break up, and that's only because she wants trix to have friends and knows that she wouldn't be friends with cindy if an stuck around so. yeah!

trix ; in the case where trix stays in alien stage, she would DEFINITELY be seeing a lot of ankoku. she's angry and pissed that she has to participate, and her collar always stays between yellow and red all the time anyway. she'd probably hate having to be "watched" though, so she would lash out at him even if it's not his fault. she felt so so so numb after brandon's death. she didn't know what to do with herself. she clung to an a lot in this time, silently seeking comfort that the other just wasn't able to provide. she also clung to cindy, but once she ended up escaping, that was when she really started to isolate herself.

[sobersturniolos]

coffee girl.

matt.s x barista!reader.

warnings: stalking, obsessive behavior, fluff, basically moving too fast( if you catch my drift here ..), use of y/n

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MATTS POV

I usually drive down to the nearby coffee shop, well I guess the waiter or barista lady is the main reason why I go there.

her name tag always sparked out to me, the name y/n always rang a bell in my head, know?

I drove down to the shop and of course, I saw the barista lady, I immediately thought to go order, but there was a line of multiple older women and men before me, I got into the line and waited for my turn.

when my turn came, I got seriously nervous; a knot in my stomach forming.

why am I like this? I talk to her every other day.

‘Hi Matt, I haven’t seen you in a little, so the usual? or are we mixing it up today ? ‘ she said to me, Obviously the knot got way worse as I tried to swallow my nervousness.

‘ uh, no, but if it’s okay can I get extra caramel ? please? ‘I replied to her, my stomach doing flips.

‘ sure, I don’t mind. ‘ she replied to me, that smile, her face, her eyes, her hands, her hair, the way she spoke to me. I love her.

she was so vibrant. I love a girl like that.

she finally got back with my coffee, not like I’ve been passing the time thinking about her, and only her. only her. I got all stupid and ditzy. Who am I right now? God,

‘ here’s your coffee, and there’s a little surprise on the side! ‘ she said, as vibrant as she always is. I love that about her, I wish I could stay for as long as i can, fuck.

‘ thank you. what’s the surprise? ‘I said, trying to keep up with a conversation.

‘ my number, yknow since you’ve came here almost every day for 2 years, I guess by now you should’ve got it. ‘ she replied to me, the knot in my stomach got way worse, it felt like instead of butterflies in my stomach it was birds.

‘ really? Do you want me to have your number? ‘I replied to her, does she like me too? fuck.

after all this time of me coming here just to catch a glimpse of her she finally gave me her number.

‘ yeah! I mean why not, I think you're pretty cute. ‘ her words hit me like a bus, no not a bus, a whole bullet train.

I could tell my whole stomach was flipping and turning and, god.

‘ you really think i’m cute ? ‘ i responded, i might just fall over and faint.

Y/N’S POV

I cannot believe just did that. Am I crazy? I can't be, I mean look at him, he's so cute but I have work, can't be doing this, might get fired for god's sake. but I guess I’ll just clock out for the day and go over to his, I mean if he lets me.

Authors note: quit this yesterday but I wrote of this on a ipad using the scribble thing on there.. i’ll make sure to make a pt 2 , i won’t leave u hanging guys

also pls give me suggestions in the little suggestion box thing. thank u

[wolveria]

Ok wait wait wait.

The idea abt the horny pill - just hear me out.

Wolveria - master of writing, what if you wrote a mini mini fanfic of your fanfic that either gives the reader or scp049 the pill (or both of them?). I'm not sure which one would be more interesting, but I think we need the idea to come to life now.

#horny

Obviously nothing long but GAH DAMN I need to know what would happen.

(AAAA what if it gets given to the reader and idk the only way to take the effects off is to do the horny and scp 049 knows that? HOW WOULD SCP 049 REACTTT? Or or or it gets given to the scp and scp049 kinda tries to not give in to it but eventually starts making subtle moves on the reader and uses its super lustful eyes? Ok ok stahp it, myself)

If it's not too much to ask of course :< No pressure if u don't do it, I'm sure you have got a lot on your schedule. Hope ur doing well and sorry for the long read ❤️

I do have a lot on my schedule BUT I also love considering scenarios like this. Ones that won't make it into the main fic but are still so good that they should be written somewhere.

I may consider creating an off-shoot fic (and turn Raven's Hymn into a series) that can be like "In Another Universe" type ideas. Because in the SCP universe, there are literally countless other dimensions and parallel universes, right? So these could be glimpses into those other universes, where maybe Reader or 049 gets a horny pill. We don't even have to stop there, I can add more ideas as you guys come up with them. I think that would be very interesting ;)

And if there's a lot of interest, I could make each chapter be its own one shot exploring different situations. I think that would be only fair, because honestly I'm at about 48k words right now in my word doc, and they only just FINALLY hugged.

Y'all this slow burn killing me, and I want to get to some horny just like the rest of you. So this can be our cheat code to getting there x3 If this is something you guys really want, I'll do it.

[snowangeldotmp3]

Ok ok! I skipped over Spider-Robin au! That Girl has the brains, the chaos, and the sass to be a great spider-woman 😂

What’s a sniper for that?? :D

- ficsandfancies

truthfully i haven't written a lot for spider-robin...sorry!! (most of my spider au is focused on spider-nance 😅) but, you are in luck, because i do have a teensy snippet from the au! it's rough of course, but i still hope u enjoy!!

Robin hadn’t expected to become a superhero. Hell, she didn’t want to be a superhero. But here she was, in a spandex suit and mask, perched on the roof of the Family Video, waiting for the bad guys to show up.

What’s that saying about power and responsibility again? Something something great power something something great responsibility? Honestly Robin hadn’t been paying attention when Dustin was giving her a big grandiose speech about it. Robin knew that she had too, who else was going to do it? The Hawkins Police department? Yeah, right.

So, for the last few months, Robin’s been Hawkins one, and only, Spider-Man.

That’s right, Spider-Man.

At first, Robin objected, she wouldn’t be the Spider-Man. Dustin explained that if she went as the Spider-Woman, it would inevitably be harder on her. Especially when trying to keep her identity a secret. Posing as the Spider-Man was easy, especially with her broad shoulders, it gave her a boyish look. So Spider-Man it was.

And it was safer, she hated to admit, all the headlines on the TV and The Hawkins Post all read the same thing; Who is the Spider-Man?

Jokes on them, really.

But it keeps her friends and her family safe and—

A tingly sensation spreading through her head interrupts her train of thought, along with a distinctly feminine voice slicing through the quiet of the night.

“Leave me alone, assholes!”

Oh well, duty calls.

Robin hops down from the edge of the Family Video roof, landing on the wet asphalt with a soft oof.

“What do we got, Rob?” Steve’s voice crackles through the earpiece, crunching once again on potato chips. Ah yes, Steve. Harrington. A guy she never thought would even remotely be a good person, much less a good, no, best friend. Turns out, she was wrong about him, very, very wrong, and he’ll never let her forget it. They’re a good pair. Dustin’s half convinced that they’re long lost twins or something.

And honestly? It’s not that hard to believe. They’re practically connected at the hip in everything.

“Um,” she starts, peering around the corner, “looks like two assholes and…” she squints, catching a glimpse of permed brunette curls, “oh, shit.”

“Oh shit?” Steve questions.

Oh, shit indeed. You see, Robin knows that girl. Or, rather, knows of her. It’s Nancy Wheeler.

Nancy Wheeler, who dated Steve Harrington in high school. Who recently dumped Jonathan Byers, photographer for the Hawkins Bugle; who’s studying journalism at Hawkins State; and, who’s the biggest priss Robin’s ever met.

Robin isn’t one to believe what people say about others, that would be incredibly hypocritical of her, but the few interactions she’s had with Nancy Wheeler proved the priss allegations. Always perfectly prim and proper and carried a certain air of daintiness with her. She was also unfairly gorgeous. A heart shaped face that pinches at the chin with big brunette hair. Robin always thought she kind of looked like a movie star, unfairly pretty in a way that was undeniable. And Robin’s not just saying that because she’s gay, this was a statement that was universally true, Nancy Wheeler was gorgeous. There was nothing else to it.

[bellewintersroe]

I would like a band of brothers matchup please!

I'm a 5'5, tattooed, chubby, bisexual cat mom.

My most defining trait is my maternal spirit (I need to know that everyone is okay all the time, I'll feed you, cuddle you whatever) and on the flip side I am willing to go to war for you too.

I am pretty self-critical, but I have been working on it quite a bit. So I think my confidence is at a 6 compared to a 3 previously.

I love reading and writing (but like a lot of my hobbies if I'm not immediately the best at it, I don't like doing it). I also love cross-stitching and embroidery.

Some little bonus things: I can’t ride a bike or drive, I prefer cats over dogs (though I do love my brothers dog very much), I bounce my leg and play with my earrings when I'm anxious, I’m doing my masters in sociology

hey!!! Thank you for your request!!So sorry for the long delay, I’ve not been very active with my writing, but hopefully back again <3<3

also if you guys get a ship with somebody but want another one feel free to request again just letting me know who you got last time& that you want a diff ship!

I ship you with… Carwood Lipton!!

Listen Lip here I feel like doesn’t have a set type, especially when it comes to physical features- he would see you and just be flawed by your beauty.

I think he’d deffo admire from afar at first, not wanting to come across disrespectful or break any fraternising rules if u guys meet in easy / serve / work together.

I said he doesn’t have a type but Lip would LOVE your curves. He has to literally build up the courage and fight against his demons to check you out- omg he’s so respectful and feels bad when his eyes roam over you for the first time. Maybe he’d accidentally catch a glimpse of your butt and noooo he feels so bad- but oh my god he almost found himself needing to stare even more.

scared of objectifying you, and like I said before being disrespectful as so many man can be (this is the 1940’s after all bffr). But he never does that, and never will.

I feel like there would be an established friendship between you before anything got romantic. It would remain this way for a while I feel like? maybe he see’s you bouncing your leg and panics because that’s something his mom used to do when she was anxious- before she got hurt.

he’d probably ask you if you’re alright, giving you that maternal kinda vibe back, and I feel like you’d give it right back and ask HIM if he’s alright and suddenly he’s at a loss because he’s never really felt cared for before?

a little bit of background on Lip but he lost his dad at a young age and his mom was also injured in the car crash that took his dads life. Lip is used the care taking role, he doesn’t see it as hard work because he genuinely loves taking care of the people he loves.

However let’s say he’s sick or wounded and you show him the same compassion and care he has and suddenly the roles are reversed. He falls deeply in love and attached to you, the way you’d smooth your hand over his head when he’s got a fever, or how you’d check up hed taken his medication at the right times.

He’d know fully when to take his medication, but would purposefully slip up just so he could see you again.

a very independent man, but just the smallest part of him feels very dependent and attached to you- the way you’d cuddle and feed him without him even asking- he’s obsessed. Of course he’d never let this become a known thing to the men around him, but everybody can notice his softness around you.

I think Lip would be so deeply in love and involved that if you’re self critical it would hurt him too. Like I can see him frowning and questioning why you feel that way. I think he’s very good with words, so definitely expresses his love and admiration for you in the best way possible.

Every time there’s a barrage of bombs Lip’s heart skips a beat thinking of you, he finds himself anxiously pacing around until he finds you- even just catching a glimpse at you is enough to know if you’re ok or not.

let’s say you take up a new hobby and don’t feel the best at it, Lip would be very hands on and try join in with you, helping you, even if he’s terrible. The two of you would be able to laugh about it. let’s say you’re studying, even tho he doesn’t have a clue what sociology is he’d try act immersed, but the confusion is written all over his face.

he tries lmao.

I think he see’s your love for dogs and cats after the war, he might see glimpses of it during- but there’s not really many animals running around the streets of Holland lmao.

If you took home a tiny puppy or kitten would day, you could just plop it on his chest and he’d think it’s the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

I think judging by Lip’s gentle nature he also too would LOVE animals. They’re just more pure than animals. Imagine a big burley guy like Lip, embarrassed to walk the tiny chihuahua you brought home, explaining that you picked up another stray.

would want to call it something cool like Rex or Bear. It deffo ends up being called something like Tinkerbell.

His smile would be so big, and I think he’d love all the little things you do, it brings him peace. Especially after the war you're perfect for him, you ground him, make him feel safe.

mist important the two of you care for each other, I think Lip if a very hard man to have a dispute with- so I can imagine this being a very chill, happy relationship.

feels like his head is in the clouds when he’s around you.

high key would LOVE showing you off, even if you’re a little shy, he loves people knowing you’re with him and vice versa.

not very jealous, he’s very secure and rationale and I don’t think he’s too overly romantic- but maybe when the two of you were just friends he see’s how caring you are towards one of the men, say Guarnere, and he gets a little jealous.

he soon shakes himself out of that mindset. This was war- you had to be there to take care of people.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I ship you platonically with… Gene Roe!

Unlike you Gene had to learn the caring instinct when he gets chosen as a medic. I feel like he immediately goes to you for advice when he see’s your motherly instincts.

he feels safe around you, like he can be vulnerable, and maybe asks a little too many questions about everything- you don’t mind though, you’re happy to help.

the advice turns more into casual chats, and soon you’re walking around Toccoa talking about random stuff.

I think he’d be a very stable friend, no ups and downs, he can tell when you’re in a self-critical mood and probably tries to speak to you about it.

maybe he wouldn’t understand it? But you best bet he’d try.

asks you about you and Lip with a smirk on his face- he can see what’s going on the whole time between you and the sergeant ;););)

[thatgyalfisher]

Lo’ak x metkayina fem

(Aged up to legal age)

Im a terrible writer lol

Tw:smut,masturbation,p to the v🫣

Summary:u and lo’ak have had a click since the first day and have been the best of friends,friends with a little sexual tension..

Me and lo’ak clicked immediately,the first day we actually hung out and had a real conversation it felt like we had known each other for years.

That was about a year ago and now me and lo’ak hang out every day,last evening me,lo’ak and his brother went on to the secret cave.Originally it used to be my cave but i thought it would be a fun place for us to hang out and get away from our parents.

Today i woke up bright and early to go help my mom,we went and got all sorts of fruits.

After i had completed my chores i went over to the sullys,to see what lo’ak was up to.

I walk up to the house and knocked on the wood of the marui. “Anyone home?”.

“Y/n!!” Tuk came running hugging my legs.

“Hey tuktuk,how are you doing? Done anything special today?” Tuk answer annoyed “pff no i’ve been helping mommy prepare food,i got to peel the fruits”.

“Thats not so bad now is it tuk,helping mommy can be fun” i caress her braided hair,as i look over to Neytiri she gives me a warm and welcoming smile.

“Yes tuk helping me can be super fun” Neytiri laughed as tuk sat back down next to her mom,not much later i did too helping tuk peel the fruits.

“Mommy is the dinner tonight?” Tuk asked as i looked at her in confusion.”yes tuk why do you think im preparing all of this food?”

“What are u guys talking about,im not catching up” i asked “o we are having dinner at yours tonight” Neytiri explained “o thats amazing”

Just then lo’ak cam in,out of vreath as usual.”so where have u been” i say walking up to him embracing him as i do so “and why are u all sweaty” i say while pretending to throw up.

“Just out hunting with neteyam,and you? What you doing here”he asks in a husky voice. “I was waiting for you and Neteyam actually,maybe hang out before dinner?”

Neteyam walks in having heard the conversation “nope ill pass,see you guys at dinner though” he walks away to mom and sits down next to her.

“And you?” I ask lo’ak “yes of course,lets go for a swim” he gives me that look,the look than means ‘we are going to see payakan’

We have grabbed our ilus and are almost there, “look dit u see that! Its payakan i saw his tail”me and lo’ak smile at each other,picking up the speed on our ilus.

*time skip for after payakan*

We are on our way home on our ilus in silence until lo’ak speaks “i have to go left,my family is probably already there I’ll take a quick rinse and come over to yours”

“Oke thats great,see you” i smile “and dont take hours” i say while going in the other direction.

*Time skip its been about 20 mins and lo’ak is still not back*

“May eywa give me patience so that i can stand just one more day with my youngest son!” Neytriri says frustrated. “Hey what if i just go over to the house and see if he’s done” i tell Neytiri “that would be great,thanks”.

I lose no time and walk out of my house on the way to lo’ak.About 5 ish minutes I arrive.

“Hello! Lo’ak whats taking you so god damn long” i shout, but I don’t see anyone,but the fire was on and lo’ak would not leave without turning it off.Right?

Im now just assuming he’s in his room,i walk over to his room as muffled sounds approach my ears making them twitch a little,as i walk closer i hear lo’ak.

A moaning mess of lo’ak,hes jerking off I can’t belive i can hear my best friend jerk off right now.

A part of me really just wanted to walk in and laugh in his face but the other wanted to keep listening,and if possible maybe catch a glimpse.

Im now next to his door,i lay my hand softly on the door and push it so slightly it doesn’t make a sound,but enough for me to see him.

I would be lying if i said I wasn’t totally getting off on this,his silent moaning that almost sounds as whispering.

“Fuck y/n” as he lets our a low groan,i clench my legs but at the same time am in shock.

He’s masturbating,but also thinking of me?

Not bad,definitely not bad.

Lo’ak was such a beautiful boy,just everything about him like his eyes,mouth,jawline,chest and his soft moans and whimpering.

I couldn’t take it anymore seeing him like this,now knowing for sure he wants me and knowing i want him we could instead of making ourselves feel good,make each other feel good.

So on purpose i knock really hard on the door,”lo’ak! Where the fuck are you?” And before he could say anything i just walked in.

“Shit fuck no! Close ur eyes,why did u come in!” the urge to laugh was big but i held it in “yeez lo’ak calm down” and he does “how long have u been standing there?”

“Just the part where you, you know “agh y/n fuck” , i sit next down to him very close almost skin to skin.

He looks embarrassed,very actually.He looks down avoiding eye contact,”lo’ak..” i say as i bring my fingertips under his chin,making sure we were looking at each other.

“Ur not embarrassed are you?” He looks confused “i am, and im sorry i just,i really really like you and i-“ i cut him off by kissing him.

His hands almost instantly fly to my face as one hand stays the other slides down to my waist.my small hand grabes his jaw working its way down to his neck,slowly kissing his jaw and neck as well.

Kissing his stomach leaving love bites all over,i slide of the bed on my knees,my head between his thighs while he is sat on the bed.

I start kissing his abs and not much later i kiss his v line licking is sometimes,i look up for approval as my fingers roam on the string of his loincloth.

“Yes,of course y/n but u don’t have to if you don’t want to” his hand under my chin making me look up at him.

“What afraid ur going to get addicted to your girl-best friends head?” I cock my head as a smirk appears on my face.

“Exactly” he lets out a small chuckle.

I waist no time and undo the loose loin cloth,i pulled the cloth off as his dick flew to his belly.

It’s big.

I look at it slightly shocked and maybe a bit,what should i call it? Scared? No worried.Worried of my jaw splitting in half as soon as i take all of him in my mouth.

“Fuck Lo’ak,what kind of milk did u have as a kid” he chuckles giving me a cocky smile after.

“Genetics princess”he pets my on my head as i wrap my lips around his tip,sucking off the pre-cum whilst earring a small grunt from lo’ak.

I disconnected from is cock for a moment as he gives me an confused look.

I look at him with a smirk,a smirk that says ‘im going to give u the best head ever right now’ you know?

I lick along the side of his shaft,giving it a hard suck at the end of this.

“Y/n stop doing that and please just suck me,I’ve waited so long for this”his thumb rubbing over my lips.

He does not know what hes gotten himself into,i find contact with his dick again sucking it slowly bobing my head on it.

Lo’ak was doing great in the beginning of the head but after a minute or two he starts moaning loudly,not muffled just hard solid moans.I mean could this get any better,and as if he could hear my thoughts he even starts whimpering my name.

I was soaking at this point and a moaning mess on his cock.

“Shit,y/n I’m going to cum”he grunts and starts breathing even heavier.

My small hand slowly making its way up to lo’aks left hand,first he just held my hand letting our a loud moan.But i untangled our hands from one another,grabbing his wrist guiding his hand to the back of my head.

He looks at what i just did and this looks me deep in the eyes,”you sure?” I nod “oke but just pinch me if u want me to stop oke” i hum in response.

His hand positions itself in my hair and starts pushing and pulling it,next to that he’s trusting himself into my mouth fucking my face.

He let out a couple more high pitched moans and whispers before coming undone in my mouth.

He looks at me a like a drunk,as i swallow.

Our hand are holding and he pulls my up to him,i standing infront of him as hes still sat on the bed. He hugs my me while kissing my stomach as well.” Lett me give u something in return” he looks at me with a grin.

“Maybe next time lo’ak,were almost an hour late to dinner” realization hits him “I totally forgot,my mom is going to ground me for life” i chuckle at his joke “you’ll be fine baby,I’ll make up an excuse”

“Baby?” He chuckles raising his eyebrows,i look down just realizing what i had said.

“Don’t even mention it” i laugh

He stand up and his hand finds it way to my chin as i now look up at him,admiring his eyes.

“No worries,i like it baby” i gives me a quick kiss on the lips.

“Oke we really desperately need to leave”

“ oh right yes”lo’ak agrees.

We get cleaned up as fast as we can,and head to the dinner,where the most delicious foods are prepared.

Me and lo’ak ate our foods and after hung out with my brother and his, before leaving he told me to follow him to the back of my Marui,his hand lean on my hips as he kissen me deeply.

I kiss him back my hand holding his face.

“Oke now u need to leave ur parents are going to get annoyed”i chuckle.

“ oke fine,bye” he kisses me on the cheek “..baby” he looks back at me smirking.

I laugh while also walking away back to my own room.

Falling asleep with the wild nicht of today on my mind.

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First time writing,have mercy on me🧍‍♂️

Slay if theres any mistake do let me know!

[witchsickness]

after chapter 6, somehow I feel Steve making his way to Cali. I feel the power shifting in the relationship. I feel like Billy discovers the power in being wanted. good god, you’re killing us.

i did let out a [insert triumphant evil laughter sound] at the last part, ngl

i don’t wanna be too spoilery and ruin the story for u, but uh. steve’s not getting his tan. yet 👀 

you’re right about the shift in their dynamic, though. this is the first time we actually see billy not. biting back, exactly, but not doing what steve wants him too, and i wanted to explore how affected steve would be by that, bc i think. that’s the turning point for steve. he realizes his grip on billy’s leash isn’t as tight as he thought, and he feels betrayed and bitter and hurt, because billy grabs the first chance to get away from hawkins, ie steve, by the horns and runs with it, and that reads as abandonment and betrayal to steve, even though. he’s spending summer away, too

the thing is. billy’s steve’s toy, okay, and steve wants to be sure that his toy will be exactly where he left it, unharmed, untouched by hands other than his, and that’s why he wants, needs billy to stay in hawkins, because. hawkins means neil, and it means control, and limits, and rules. hawkins is familiar, and there are very few things billy can get in trouble with without steve being the one dragging him into sth in the first place

california is vast, and billy’s left unsupervised, and that sets the sirens in steve’s mind off, bc that means he’s forced to admit defeat. billy’s not under his thumb anymore, won’t be for three whole months, and i think. that drives steve crazy 

and i wanted to emphasize this side of him, the side that would much rather billy stay stuck in hawkins and spend a summer with neil, even though steve knows what’s going on, even though he’s seen the outcome and the colors and the bruises, than be happy billy gets to have this small reprieve, this time away from his abuser

and that’s where the emotional abuse comes into play, bc. steve’s abusive too, just. in a much more subliminal and dangerous way. he keeps stringing billy along, playing all these mind games. he fills billy with guilt and he makes him feel like he’s doing something wrong by choosing to get away from his abusive father, and i think. it falls on billy to realize that, to accept that something has to change, that steve has to change if this is ever going to work, except. uhh billy’s. gone. whooo gone baby gone. he’s never had a love that didn’t come with a kick in the ribs, so i think. he’s way more susceptible to keel over and bare his belly and let himself get eaten alive, bc that’s his idea of love. if steve wants to devour him, billy will let himself be devoured, because he doesn’t know any better

it’ll take time to realize that love doesn’t mean destruction, controlling and being controlled. it’ll take time to accept he deserves a caress instead of a slap, and it’ll take time to learn how to push back and ask, beg, scream for that.

also. i love torturing billy and testing his limits and how stretched thin i can get him before he snaps so :)))

[nervousgardenerkid]

the other woman is perfect where her rival fails.

a/n: my name is star and i like to break hearts i hope u all enjoy this idk what possessed me to write this but slay! credit to the gif owner!

You knew the minute you fell for Steve it was going to be the biggest mistake of your life, but loving him came so easy to you. He was sweet, charming, and never hesitated to put others before himself, but he just wasn't over nancy.

Loving him was difficult for her. Sometimes she'd love him with everything she had in her, defending him from people talking down on him and comforting him when the arguments with his dad got a little too nasty. Other times, she'd leave him completely in the dark. Her hand leaving his when he tells her how he loves her, giving him a tight-lipped smile before muttering me too. Her shoulders would shrug off his arm when Jonathan came around, her smile brighter than ever.

Steve wasn't an idiot. He knew he was losing her to Jonathan, but that wouldn't stop him from trying to keep her around. He’d shower her with gifts basking in the smiles and kisses she gave him as a thank you, but at night he'd find himself in your arms crying.

“What's wrong with me y/n?” he'd always cry out. You always cry with him. Saying nothing is wrong with him, claiming Nancy is blind if she lets a guy as great as him go. You want to shout it, scream it even. Be with me, Steve. You know for a fact that if he was with you he'd never be in any kind of pain. You'd love him till the end of time no matter what happens, but you'd never tell him that.

When Nancy broke up with him he was a wreck. He refused to come out of his room the first week of the breakup. You'd drop by his house comforting him when you could, dropping off school work he's missed already completed cause you know how he feels. You know how hard it is to simply get out of bed just to take a shower. One day you came by doing your usual routine, you were getting ready to leave when you put your hand on his face rubbing his cheek gently.

“I'll be back tomorrow, okay?” you let out a sigh getting ready to walk out when his hand grabbed yours.

“Stay.” he croaked out. “Please, I- I can't be alone right now.”

You stayed with him all night that night. Weeks went by and you started seeing a glimpse of the old Steve coming back. Your Steve was coming back. He would crack jokes late at night when you stayed over watching tv late at night. He'd steal glances at you when you would both be in the library studying for an upcoming test. Years went on and nothing changed. He's been on countless dates with girls from town only to find himself complaining to you at the end of them.

The girls he did end up dating only lasted for a short while. They couldn't stand how you looked at Steve as if he hung all the stars in the sky just for you.

You hated how pathetic you looked and felt. Steve had you wrapped around his finger and he didn't even know it. You'd stay awake late at night wondering if things would ever change. Sometimes he gave mixed signals. He’d hold onto you a little too long when you hugged, kisses made their way to your cheek rather than their usual place on your forehead and you'd live for those moments.

Pretty soon the dates stopped and he'd find himself spending all of his free time with you. If he wasn't working he was with you. The kids need a ride to the arcade? He's picking you up on the way there, his hand holding yours as he drives to pick up Mike. It's not until the death of Nancy’s editor and Chrissy that you find yourself back at the very beginning. The town was after Eddie and Dustin explained the situation as you sat in the backseat. You're not sure how you guys got to the trailer park, it was all a blur.

You see Nancy talking to a police officer, tears streaming down her face, and exhaust evident on her face and figure. She looked over at you all her breath getting caught in her throat. Steve gave her a sad smile and waved at her, and she returned it and waved back. She knew the fight wasn't over, and you knew you were being placed on the back burner once again.

“Nance! Nance hey, where are you going?” you heard Steve ask her while he chased after her. You see her shake her head and her mouth move, but you hear nothing. Everything around you is silent as you stare at the former couple.

Tears well up in your eyes and you shake your head aggressively wiping them away. You take deep breaths and calm yourself down, but you feel the damn about to break when you see Steve stare at Nancy as she and Robin hop into her car and drive off. Shaking your head once more you back away from the car slowly catching Steve's attention.

“Hey, hey it's going to be okay. They're just going-”

“I can't do this Steve.” you cry out. He shushes you and tries to grab your hand but you refuse to let him touch you.

“I know y/n, but we’ll be okay. We all made it last time-”

“Do you still love Nancy?”

Steve froze in his spot and looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “W-what?”

You wipe the tears off of your face, angry at the fact you're crying but also terrified that you might lose your best friend.

“I can't stick around again Steve. I've been in love with you this whole time, but the way you look at her...I thought you were starting to feel the same but,” you took a deep breath. “I need to know.”

Steve shook his head. “You can't do this. That's not fair.”

“Not fair? Not fair?” you were angry now and he knew it. “What's not fair Steve, is how I had to watch you fall in love with someone who couldn't even love you the way you deserved to be loved! Then, I had to clean up the mess she made, when she broke your heart! I came by after school every day to check on you, I even did your fucking homework cause I know what it's like to love someone who doesn't want you.”

Dustin and Max were quick to sit in the car turning up the radio to block out your arguing.

“Then I think, finally, maybe now he'll see how I'm always there for him, but no! Instead, you go on dates with every single girl in town, and then, you complain to me about how they just aren't her.” you let out a cold laugh and continue to wipe your tears away. “I'm not asking for your hand in marriage Steve, I just need to know if I'm wasting any more time on this.”

Steve stood in silence, not because he knew the answer only because he didn't. He loved Nancy, a part of him always would. He's not sure why old feelings came rushing out of nowhere when he saw her again, but he can't help that they did.

“I don't know…”

You didn't think your heart could break anymore, but you were proven wrong when you stared at Steve with his head hung low. You nodded your head letting out a sigh.

“I'm tired of being your second choice, Steve,” you mumbled while walking toward the car grabbing the back door handle. “After this, I think it's best we distance ourselves.”

“For how long?”

She shrugged her shoulders and sat in the backseat with Max. Steve stood frozen to his spot with only one thought on his mind.

How the fuck is he going to fix this?

[eventhedarkestlightshines]

Caught On Instagram

Masterlist

Same AU - It Doesn't Matter What They Think, Caught on Instagram Part 2, Caught at Coachella

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not Beta’d!

Summary: When Timothée and Y/N gets caught on Instagram, they decide to come out to the public. Here’s a glimpse into their Instagram posts.

Notes: it’s been a long while since I wrote fanfics, but I hope you all enjoy this. Just wanted to let you know that in my head, the reader is Asian. She doesn’t have to be for you, but for me she is. I may have more stuff coming out, that may or may not contain some Asian influences. Another warning is that I’ve filled in some blanks for the reader, you can totally change it to whatever it is, but I prefer it this way. I hope you all don’t mind.

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It was still early in the night when Timmy sent the internet into a frenzy. He uploaded a selfie, not realizing that he caught my silhouette in the corner of the photo. It wasn’t that noticeable, it was barely even there, but the internet detectives caught sight of it.

It was that same night that Timmy and I decided that we would come out to the public. It had been over a year since we began our relationship and while we were now comfortable with the idea of going public, I wasn’t ready to be in the spotlight, so we chose to keep my face out for now. Despite keeping our relationship away from the media and public, Timmy’s friends and family already knew; the people who mattered knew. I’ve met them and they were amazing and understanding. They understood the need for privacy and helped us keep it a secret. We all knew that one day we were going to have to come out. It just ended up happening a little bit earlier than expected. With that decision made, another photo was uploaded soon.

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tchalamet✔

[Image description: Timmy grinning at the camera. One hand stretched out to the side to take the shot, the other wrapped around Y/N who was buried into his chest, her hands covering most of her face, her eyes peeking out of her hiding spot.]

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tchalamet ❤❤❤ the secret may be out, but what’s one more 😋

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zendaya finally! took you guys long enough, I couldn’t take it anymore

tchalamet thanks for keeping our secret 😉

user1 OMG WHO ELSE KNEW??

user2 show us her face you coward!

user3 omg u guys r so cute!

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He loved teasing the public, giving them sneaky photos of me and leaving some bits and pieces of information.

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tchalamet✔

[Image description: Photo of Y/N sitting cross-legged on the carpet, covering her face with a Seventeen photo album book. In front of her were a box and albums scattered around.]

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tchalamet I think she loves them more than me 🥲

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user3 is that svt’s new album??

user4 r u a carat too??

user5 wats ur favourite album?

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tchalamet✔

[Image description: Over the shoulder shot of Y/N’s phone. The screen was blurred out but a logo was clearly shown.]

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tchalamet Hm, what’cha reading this time? 🤔

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user3 i-is that ao3??! K-pop stan and fanfics, how can she be even more relatable??

user4 OMG, what are you reading?

user2 do u read fanfics of movies that tim is in??

tchalamet she won’t tell me 😕

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Then they found my Instagram account. And boy, let me tell you, when the internet detectives want to find something, they’ll find it.

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tchalamet✔

[Image description: Picture of Y/N’s hand working on an art piece]

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tchalamet shhh she’s working 🤫

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florencepugh modern amy?!

tchalamet 😂

user1 wow, she’s talented

user2 why does that look familiar…

user3 omg i think i know who this is! it’s @-

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My account was then flooded by fans. It got crazy that I had to address the sudden influx of visitors and commenters.

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y/nartinstagram✔

[Story: Photo of Timmy and Y/N with her face covered and a block of text over it.

Writing: Hey guys, I can’t believe you guys found me quick. It’s only been an hour since Timmy uploaded that photo 😅. While I’m grateful for your support and glad that you love my work, but please keep the personal questions at a minimum. This is a professional account.

I may one day open another account for you guys, just to keep it separate.]

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A couple of days later, I opened a public account… If my first couple of posts looked like I was getting back at Timmy for his posts about me, well you wouldn’t be wrong…

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y/ninstagram

[Image description: A photo of concert ticket, only “Seventeen” was visible, everything else was blurred out.]

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yourinstagram @ tchalamet, i love you but today’s the day where i leave you for Seventeen

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tchalamet i knew it 😭💔

y/ninstagram 😂 it’s just for a few hours, you’re welcome to join me

tchalamet ☹💔

user3 will u be at the meet and greet???!

user4 OMG ur going to the concert too?!

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y/ninstagram

[Video: a shaky video of Timmy rapping to a song and a quiet laugh was heard over it]

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y/ninstagram I think Lil Timmy Tim’s making a comeback

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tchalamet i think i have a chance, what do you think?

y/ninstagram stick to your day job 😋

tchalamet ☹

y/nistagram 😘

tchalamet 🥰

user1 plz perform your hs statistic song!

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y/ninstagram

[Image description: photo of a bathroom door]

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y/ninstagram do you still need help finding the bathroom @ tchalamet?

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tchalamet as long as you don’t forget to sing while showing me the way ❤

y/ninstagram >////<

tomholland2013 im still waiting to hear this story!

zendaya 😂 @ tomholland2013 i’ll DM you

tomholland2013 OMG, is that how you two met?? that’s so cute guys!

user1 we need that story! what happened???

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y/ninstagram

[Image description: photo taken from behind showing Y/N giving Timmy a piggyback ride]

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y/ninstagram someone got tired 🙄 📷: @ pauline.chalamet

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user1 omg, i need this piggyback ride

user2 saaaaaaame, @y/ninstagram, can u give me a piggyback ride as well?

tchalamet who needs to rest when you have Y/N to carry you ☺

y/ninstagram well, someone needed to carry this relationship

tchalamet ☹

y/ninstagram 😇

User3 :o, so strong

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tchalamet✔

[Image description: photo of Timmy carrying Y/N over his shoulder with a huge smile on his face. Y/N pushing herself up on his shoulder, her head turned towards Tim, face covered by hair.]

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tchalamet who’s carrying the relationship now @y/ninstagram? 📷: @ pauline.chalamet

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y/ninstagram finally doing you’re doing your part eh?

tchalamet ❤❤❤

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tchalamet✔

[Image description: photo of Timmy and Y/N sleeping in the back of a car. Y/N had a pair of sunglasses on curled up against Timmy, his arm wrapped around her and a jacket covering them both.]

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tchalamet 🤫😴 📷: @ pauline.chalamet

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y/ninstagram got some good Z’s, @ tchalamet makes a good pillow

tchalamet will always be your pillow

user1 omg theyre so cute

user2 I can be ur pillow y/n!

[whatsgoingoninsiderikkishead]

TRICK OR TREAT!!!!!!

🥰 info + warnings: smut/18+/MINORS DNI, Anon-Sex, Squirting, Overstim, Chubby Reader, College AU, Aged Up Characters, -No quirks here-

wc: 3k+

summary: You attended a Halloween party with your Cousin and she left you to find someone that found you instead.

a/n: This was supposed to be for Kinktober but due to my hectic work sched It took me two week to finish and edit it. 🙄 I was thinking of continuing this so let me know if you wanted me to continue with what happened after or I’ll just surprise you. Anyways, Enjoy!!!!! 😊

You looked around the living room of the massive house that’s currently the venue of the Halloween Frat Party of the Sigma Alpha in your University, trying to get a glimpse of Harley Quinn a.k.a. your cousin and roommate, Camie, but she was still nowhere in sight. 

When you both arrived at the Frat house, not more than a minute after she sat you on the couch and pushed a drink in your hand, she went away to find her Joker as she heard somewhere that her life-long crush, Hanta Sero was going to be in a Joker costume so she specifically chosen to be Harley Quinn today. 

Hanta Sero was one of the members of the Infamous Bakusquad aka the hottest people in the Campus -along side with the Dekusquad-. It consisted of Katsuki Bakugou a.k.a the Head Cheerleader of the group -don’t let him hear you say that though, he’ll punch you in the face regardless of your gender-; Eijiro Kirishima, Katsuki’s right hand man, also the biggest and manliest baby boy that you’ll ever seen, Denki Kaminari the loud blonde friend of the group and his goth girlfriend, Kyouka Jirou; Mina Ashido, the pinkest girl you’ve ever know and the Momma of the group; then Hanta Sero, the left hand man of Katsuki and the tattooed and pierced silent broody friend that hangs around in the background but hotter than as head cheerleader themselves.

Your eyes went back to the person that was lounging directly at you by the Kitchen bar. You’ve been feeling his eyes on you for a while now but you don’t want to assume that he’s checking you out as you have no way to confirm where his eyes were with the mask that he’s wearing. 

You slowly turned on your side trying not to stare at the particular person and slowly pulled on the stomach part of your bodysuit discreetly as it felt like it was slowly suffocating you. Or are you just overthinking? 

Why did I even wear this? Just because my cousin told me that I have the ass and tits to wear this I should’ve. I have a tummy too.. And Cindy Moon was slim AF unlike myself!  You slowly lowered an arm down your belly to hide it. Thank god the light in this party was strobing. It'll get you a little bit dizzy but I was great at hiding things that you do not want others to see. You thought.

“Well, if it isn’t my ex-girlfriend.” a voice murmured in my ears. You flinched in surprise and when felt a hand on your waist you gasped and quickly turned to face the voice, and to avoid his hands grabbing on your jiggly bits but then you realized that was a huuuuge mistake as right now, you’re face to face with the person that you’re trying not to stare at. Spiderman. “Cat got your tongue, Cindy Moon?”

“U-uhm. Hi!” you stuttered. Spiderman chuckled. That chuckle sounds familiar, but you can’t point it out where you heard it. “Do I-?

“Wanna have some drinks?” he interrupted as he pulled you towards the kitchen. “Punch?” he asked as he stopped by the Kitchen Island but he never waited for your answer. “Yow Waldo, can you give us a Punch and a Beer?”

“Sure, Spidey.” the man dressed as Waldo said as he reached for a beer from the fridge and filled up a red cup. Spidey grabbed the beer on his other hand and handed you over the red cup “Here you go, Beautiful.” he said as he snaked his hand back to your waist and as uncomfortable you think you are, at the sametime you feel safe with his arm around you. “Where to?” he asked, looking down at you. This guy’s tall AF. You looked back and shrugged. You heard him chuckled and he shook his head slightly. He then moved you with him until both of you were out of the house and at the backyard. 

The pool side was also crowded but not that suffocating as it was inside. Then he proceeded to usher you towards the pool house. When you’re getting closer to the Pool house door you suddenly get a little scared and suddenly stop walking making Spiderman look back at you. “You don’t wanna go in?” he asked. You shook your head. “That’s okay, we can hangout here.” He sat at the pool lounge near the pool house and patted it, gesturing you to sit down. You walked slowly towards him and sat. “Am I ever going to hear your voice again or am I going to do all the talking?” he asked jokingly. 

“No, I-” you pause. “I don’t know what to say.” you added. 

“How about a ‘Thank you’? For getting you a drink and getting you out of the house.” he said. “You looked bored as fuck there, by the way.” he laughed. 

You felt your blush rushed to your cheeks. “Thank you, and yes, I am bored as fuck there.” you replied, making him laugh again. 

“Anyways, did you come here alone?” he asked.

“No, I- uhh..” All of the sudden you’re speechless as you watched him push his fingers inside the neckline of his costume and slowly lifted his mask up but left it halfway through, just enough for him to drink his beer and showing you the pinkest lips you’ve ever seen in a man. “Uhm..” 

You can’t stop but to imagine what those lips would taste like when you kiss him and was he good at it? Will he use tongue and everything? Wait, did you retouch your lip balm earlier? What flavor was it again? Wait, I feel kinda dry in-

“You okay?” he said, snapping you out of your trance. 

“Y-yeah. I’m good.” you answered, looking away. 

“I thought I lost you there.” he smiled and took a sip of his beer. 

You lifted you drink towards your lips to try to distract your thoughts then you remember you also have a fucking mask on, but unlike Spidey here, your mask was only covering your nose down. You lifted a hand on the top to remove it but you hesitated. Thinking that he’ll be seeing your whole face unlike his. You took a glimpse at him and he gave you another soft smile. 

“I showed you mine, you show me yours.” he slowly grinned and took a sip of his beer again. “Come on now. I know you’re beautiful with or without that mask.” he said, encouraging you even more to take off your mask.

"You don't know that." You murmured. 

"I know so." He stated as he looked straight at you, then he started chanting, “Take. It.  Off. Take it off. Take it off.” 

“Alright, alright” you said, he chuckled. You slowly pulled the mask all the way down. You looked at him and when the mask reached the bottom of your neck Spidey, smile was now a full grin.

“See. I know you’re beautiful.” he said. 

“What about you?” you asked, “Are you gonna take off your mask? You see my whole face.”

“Spiderman didn’t reveal his Identity until season 3.” he said with a grin. 

“That’s unfair.” you whined. 

“Well, love. Nothing’s fair in love and war.” he shrugged laughing. You looked down to your drink and pouted, still feeling the unfairness of your current situation. When a hand reaches out to your chin and turns your face to face Spidey. “Don’t pout. I might not be able to control myself.” he murmured as he slowly ran a thumb over your bottom lip. “I’m holding on strings here, love.” he added. "Would you want me to kiss you here?" He questioned. 

You were silent for a moment there just looking at him and he took that look of hesitation as a no. He sighed and grabbed his drink again and took a sip. "So are you gonna answer my question? Did you come here alone?" 

"No, I was with a cousin and roommate. She left me on the sofa with a drink."

"Hmm.." He took another swing of his beer.  “What’s the roommate's name?”

“Camie.” He paused and looked at you. 

“Hmm.” He hummed and then swung another drink of his beer. A moment passed and no one spoke. All you can hear was just the laughter and noise of the other party goer roaming and partying all around the house.

“Hmm? What does that mean? Hmm?” you asked exasperated. He laughed, putting down his now empty beer bottle on the table in front of us and scooted close to me.

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed.” He murmured as he leaned closer “Makes me want to kiss you even more.” 

You can feel his breath on your lips, smells like a mixture of beer, fresh mints and something woodsy that you’re not sure of. Very intoxicating, you can’t help but lick your lips. His eyes automatically went to your lips watching your pink tongue take a peek. All of a sudden, his lips were now on yours.

 His hands slowly crawl up your waist and slid you closer to him. If you think that his breath was intoxicating, his kisses were addictive. He licks and nibbles on your lips and then you feel his tongue slip past your lips and start to get tangled up with your own. You released a moan and reached out to his costume’s neckline pulling him closer to you. You felt like the time slowed down and you’re the only two people in the area. 

He slightly pulled away and murmured, “Come with me.” He pulled you up and dragged you towards the Pool house, up the stairs and when you were outside of a door he turned back to you and lifted your face towards his. Mask still half on, “Do you want me?” he asked. You slowly nodded and he pulled you onto him. His kiss was now gentle, walking you both inside the room. You got surprised when he lifted you onto his arms and pushed you onto the door.  

Lips went down your neck, your hands automatically grabbed on his neck to the back of his head as he reached back on to your bodysuit’s zipper. You mimic his moves by drawing his bodysuit zipper down and shoving it down the top of his broad shoulders. 

He let you slide down back to your feet, feeling all of the hard ridges of his body. Then in a flash, he dragged down the top of your bodysuit past your chest trapping your arms on your side and growled. You feel his heated stare behind his mask, looking at you panting.

“I should’ve known you’re topless under that suit, Love.” he murmured. “Such pretty titties you have, Baby.” he took one nipple between his thumb and pointer finger and pinched it making you moan in pain and pleasure. 

He lightly stepped back to slide off his bodysuit, revealing his broad and tattooed chest together with his muscly arms to you. While you remained trapped with your arms on the sides with your suit he’s now topless. His eager hands grabbed your tits making you sigh on the skin to skin contact. Warmth spread throughout your body as he started devouring your chest. Licking, suckling and nibbling on the mounds and nipples, switching from left to right. 

“So..so pretty, my Love.” he murmured.

You moaned and groaned in frustration as you cannot reach him properly since your hands remained glued on your side. You grabbed on the only thing that you can reach, the loose part of his suit around his waist.

“I-I want to touch you.. P-please..” you begged, he growled and paused the nibbling and sucking then suddenly lifted you up, making you gasp in surprise -over his shoulder this time- making you a little dizzy with the sudden motion.

He walked towards the bed and dumped you on it, then grabbed on the part of your suit that was constraining your arms and pulled it down. While you removed your hands off the sleeves, he started leaving kisses on your chest while he pulled down the suit off of the rest of your body following the clothing with his lips. From your chest, down your waist, down your tummy, your legs until the clothing was off and you were left in your nude seamless panties. Kneeling on the bed between your bent knees as he looked down on you.

“Such a beautiful body you have, Love.” His eyes roaming all over your body, looking at you up and down, hands slowly strokes your legs down towards the edge of your panties. “Lemme see how beautiful you can get.” he mumbled. 

You slightly raised a hand over your eyes, feeling a little embarrassed as this guy that you have no idea who was now seeing your body that only the people you’re relationship sees. You never had a one night stand before. All the intimate experience that you had was from a partner. Never a one night stand as you never see the sense of it. I mean, you can always use B.O.B right?

“No hiding, Love. Not from me.” he said. 

“Coming from the man that still has his mask and half of his costume on.” you countered jokingly. He chuckled. 

“This is why I like you.” he murmured, grinning. “Alright, then.” He planted a swift kiss on your lips and scooted back off the bed. You leaned up to see him much better as he took off the remainder of his costume. He dragged the suit ever so slowly, making you even more frustrated. 

“Take it off.” you demanded. He laughed at your demand and swiftly dragged the suit down his thick thighs. Damn, those thighs. He stood back up and you were presented a view that you never thought would be hot as fuck. Him, whatever-his-name-is, with his athletic tattooed body in a jockstrap, but it quickly got better when he swiftly took the jockstrap off.

Your eyes widened as you were greeted by his roughly 9 inch beautiful cock. He stroked it while kicking his costume to the side, still mesmerized by the motion you sat up to replace his hand with yours and went ahead and put his tip against your lips giving him a few kitten licks. With a groan, his hand automatically went to your nape and you’re about to put him in your mouth when he abruptly pulls on your hair. 

“I’m not done, beautiful.” he said. “Back up the bed, Love.” you gave out a little whine but obey. “Not that far.” he said as he leaned down and pulled you at the edge of the bed, surprising you. “That’s more like it.” he grinned as he looked down, seeing you were perfectly aligned to his crotch.  “Now, I can see how beautiful you can get.” he mumbled as he pulled down on the last clothing that you got. “Look at that pretty pussy.” he runs a finger over your slit “So wet..”

“Take your mask off.” you said.

“Soon. Soon, love.” he promised. A little bit confused and suspicious but you let him be. He pulled you up into sitting as his lips went back onto yours, tongue tangling with each other. His kisses slowly descended down to your neck to your chest, tummy and your thighs. He planted kisses down your thighs, inside it and over the other thigh without giving any attention to your center, making you so annoyed.  

“Please.. P-please..” you begged as you thrust your hips up to him. You can’t take any more of his teasing and you’re getting a little impatient. He kneels down on the floor. You tried to look down to take a glimpse of him but the touch of his warm big hands over your mound as he opened up your slit made you shiver. You fell on the bed, then you felt his tongue roll up your slit and lap up on your little bundle of nerves.

He eats you out eloquently, making sure that he had a taste of you properly and you're as wet as you can get, then his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked hard. Your eyes rolled up as he started to ravish you. Lifting your thighs, he roughly pushed it up, gripping on the back of it. Your thighs shake as his wide tongue enters your cunt.  Your moans and pleas went louder and louder which encouraged him to continue with his maneuver. Two of his fingers have now joined his tongue, reaching on to that spongy spot inside you. 

You reached down to hold on to his head as his movement now went faster as you sent closer and closer, moaning louder and louder until you reached your climax and squirted all over his mouth and masked face. He didn’t stop right there, he continued with his fingers inside you until he’s sure that he got all of it out. 

“T-too m-much!” you gasped as your grip on his wrist tightened. “Too m-much..”  He gradually stopped giving you time to slowly go down from your high. Your whole body was shaking after the earth-shattering orgasm that you just had but managed to look down to Spidey as he stood back up, his cock bobbed in the motion while licking on his fingers. 

“Did you know that you’re a squirter?” he asked with a smug smirk on his face. You shook your head timidly. “Hmm.. Let’s see if I can make you do that again, with my cock in you instead.” he added while stroking his cock, rubbing the precum over its head. 

He reached on your hand that was covering your pussy and gave it a gentle kiss as he gave his cock a last tug and lined up to your opening. A gasp escaped your lips as he slowly sank into you. Damn, he felt wider than you thought..and longer... Hands wrapped around both of your thighs as he pulls you closer to him and on the edge of the bed, sinking deeper until he bottoms out. Your hand automatically went on his abdomen as you tried to push on him a little as you can feel that he’s so deep inside you reaching spots that have never been reached before.

“So deep..” you looked up at him, awed. He grinned and reached out to you to pull you up for a kiss while you both waited until you adjusted to his size. He held you close to him, hands roaming your body as he slowly  dragged your ass towards him. He slowly moved his hips back until all that was in you was the tip of his cock and slowly sunk back in making you gasp as your eyes rolled back. His rhythm remained like this for a few more minutes. Holding you close to him, until both of you couldn't take it anymore. 

Groans and moans echoed throughout the room. You were now laid on your back onto the bed, your nails running on his back as he fuck you hard on the bed. His large hand grabs you by the back of your head as he holds you in place. Few sloppy kisses were given as his thrust gets faster and faster, hitting the same spot that makes you clench and tremble. His fingers went on your clit, rubbing insync to his thrust to make sure you cum first before him. 

“Fuck-” you cursed. “Oh shit, I’m gonna come.” you murmured as you can feel your legs shake and your body slowly tightening.

“Yesss.. Come, baby. Come.” he mumbled to your ears. “Make a mess on me. Come on.” he groaned, reaching down between you and started rubbing your clit fast.

You came in a breathless gasp with an “Oh God!”  which sent him to the edge with you but that didn’t stop him from thrusting his still hard cock. Your moan turned into a whine at the overstimulation a. His thrust slowed down but never stopped. You felt his warm cum leaking from your cunt as his timid thrust continued. 

“S’way too much..” you whined trying to buck him off of you.

“Just a little bit more.” he whispered, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You feel so good.” he groaned, still had you wrapped up in his arms, thrusting at you. You can’t stop but moan as your clit rubs on his pubic bone. You found yourself coming again. He hissed, feeling your pussy clutch around his cock. “Fuck.” He quickly sat up and leaned on his legs to push your thighs on your chest pounding in you fast and deep. 

You felt your toes rolled up, the grab that you have on his wrist tightened as your body clenched, white spots obscure your vision as you approached your climax. He grinned down at you, as he felt you milk his cock, cumming much harder than earlier.

 “God Damn..” he groaned in delight as he felt a sudden burst of wetness soaked both of you. “Shit..argh!” He cursed as he fell forward on you. Your legs are still shaking but you can’t help but hummed, feeling the spurts of his cum inside you. 

Both of you stayed in that position for some time, his masked  face on your neck as you ran your hands up and down his back still catching your breath. “Am I gonna see your face now?” you mumbled jokingly. You felt him freeze for a moment and he sighed. He grabbed the top of the mask that was still covering his face and threw it aside, then he leaned back on his elbows to show his face to you. You gasp.

“H-hanta?”  

“Yeah. Do you have a problem with that?” he sneered slightly. You blinked at him surprised and shook your head.  He looked at you, trying to see any conflict in your eyes. He chuckled. “Good. Cause you’re mine now.” he added, sealing his statement with a kiss. 

[Part Two]

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[jiminrings]

Hey bb! First of all, let me just tell u how much I love your writing! You're fabulous, love. Don't ever doubt yourself. Secondly, I wanted to know if u could do a college professor! Jungkook and pretty student reader where Jk is absolutely enamoured by her.. (also, with a bit of the good ol smut🤭) It's a-okay if u can't tho! Just know that you're appreciated!❤️

the probability of us

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 6k

glimpse: jungkook’s the son of the university’s president, y/n’s cardigan is everyone’s favorite, and adjacent walls mean shared victories. 

notes: there’s something so warm about this request that it made me write it as an actual fic and not a bullet one!!! i did alter it a little bit but i was genuinely so happy writing this so thank you sO much for this babe :D // gif from pinterest!

Jungkook, in his better and most definitely unbiased judgement, thinks he knows enough about you.

He knows you well enough to have noticed your patterns and habits with almost everything in between. They were predictable for the most part, and that was partly because he takes pride in being observational, but you manage to unintentionally throw him a curveball every now and then that makes him smile.

You always come into class when there’s atleast fifteen people in it and Jungkook wonders if you know it in the back of your head or if you just sneak a peek at the room every now and then. He’s not keen on being early to classes, and on the three straight occasions his dad left something in the classroom from the day before and got him to retrieve it for him, you were already there.

You’re fixated and practically attached to your knitted cardigan, seemingly having no problem wearing the same outfit for days straight — something so both adorable and visibly heart-racing when it’s almost always a tank top underneath that’s on the lower scoop, and a rotation of pants and sweats that sometimes feel so misplaced with your cardigan that it matches.

Jungkook’s found out that you probably wear atleast three rings on a daily basis, and that only took him two days to figure out because you’d exit the classroom with slight marks and indentations on your cheeks or on your jaw. Whether it’s to being sleepy, being bored, or being focused is something he has yet to discern — but yeah, he looks at you with his eyes silently when the class is dismissed, wondering if he’d see the same Pandora tiara ring mark on your cheek, or this time from a signet ring you sported more often.

He’s eight weeks in doing whatever this is. Whatever having the definition of him trailing behind his dad, a back and forth between his classes and his office, then them eating out for lunch break.

Sometimes, Jungkook forgets that his dad’s the president of this very university. 

He’s only really known him as dad and he’s grateful for that, and the only times he’d see his father as the educator he was with the fancy doctorate degree was whenever Jungkook’s been a little lacking in his studies as a child up until high school. His mom, a doctor, would be on duty for nights and at home for mornings so that’d be the window she’d teach him the alphabet and addition with the carrying, something that eight-year old him would tear up just at the mention of.

His dad would just sit beside him in a very calm manor, take out two notebooks for one of them each, and make reviewers. Jungkook writes down what he knows and what his dad tells him to, highlights the key terms, and for some totally odd reason, making his own reviewers saved him from failing altogether and become an honor student with little help from his parents and most especially his dad.

It humors him that people are so rigid and intimidated by his dad, and he knows that not everyone would believe that this is the same guy that taught him how to give someone a proper wet willy. Jungkook sees people left and right going out of their way to greet him and pay their courtesies, stifling in a giggle that his dad also fights the need to laugh.

He loves and looks up to his dad, feeling a lot more thankful that he has a healthy relationship with his parents as an only child. Jungkook feels he owes that much to his dad that he took education for his college course, despite his blatant lack of interest for it.

And here he is — a senior at another college his dad’s not the professor of, studying a degree that he’s not gonna practice, and shadowing his father for eight weeks while he goes and teach for the “experience” as his dad calls it.

This has got to be a little ethically questionable, but that’s okay. Jungkook takes some comfort knowing that his dad’s the boss and he could just sit in a chair, pretending to absorb his lessons. In fact, he doesn’t even know why his dad opts to teach still even if he’s well high up in that ladder, the only explanation being that his father just really really likes teaching and not just be moving between airconditioned offices and meeting rooms all the time. And if that was enough, his dad just had to teach two classes to which Jungkook needs to accompany him in both — Statistics and English Literature.

Jungkook has a memory of stone that’s probably of the same kind the Code of Hammurabi was inscribed in (because he just swears his memory started way earlier than the age of four), because he practically knows everyone in each of his dad’s classes.

Eight weeks in. He’s only known that long.

But Jungkook knows for a fact that you’re never late — that much he knows. He refuses to believe that you’re actually gonna be late to class. 

His dad comes in early and normally, he sits by his chair just when he’s a minute away from starting class. For some odd push today, he felt the need to enter the room with his dad and be early for once; but for the one time that he did this, you weren’t around for it.

You’re late, and you’re never late, and you’re throwing him a curveball, but something tells him in his gut that this just wasn’t something you pull out of your cardigan sleeve to confuse him.

You’re confusing.

You’re never usually confusing.

He visibly straightens in his seat when you enter the room with a sense of complacency and without the need to rush, the class only in the quieting down stages before the lesson begins when you walked in.

Mr. Jeon’s flickered to the entrance briefly, his tinkering with the HDMI cord continuing nonetheless. “Kook,” he just barely manages to get out because he’s already standing up from his seat, nimble fingers grabbing a slip from his desk that makes his dad perplexed.

Jungkook walks all the way to you at the back of the class, holding out the late slip to you a little too eagerly as it seems, and you can’t help but feel confused and irritated at the same time with how you started your morning.

For starters, coffee was spilled on your cardigan from the night before, and soaking it overnight in a mix of detergent, softener, and the tiniest bit of bleach wasn’t enough to completely rub the stain off — which meant you had to get up extra early to have it dry-cleaned (the staff looked at you a bit weirdly) and head off to where you needed to be, in a rush.

“But I’m not late though.”

You murmur as you peer up at him, refusing to even take the slip in between Jungkook’s fingers. He turns impatient, even more-so at your retort that honestly sounded genuine, that he settles on dropping it down your desk.

“You are, Y/N.” He says as convictedly as he can, only having to glance sideways briefly to your nosy seatmate to keep him out of a conversation he clearly isn’t a part of, and you make a note in your head to apologize to Jimin who gets scared easily, especially by the president’s son.

As if to prove his point, Jungkook rolls the sleeve of his bomber jacket in the slightest, enough for you to see a glimpse of his flashy gold Rolex in an attempt to tell you the time, one you couldn’t decipher because it was analog and your eyesight’s not that quick-witted nor clear.

“It’s three minutes before the start of the class,” you make it a point to outstretch your forearm, one that isn’t covered by your cardigan as he now realizes, your silver and digital Casio telling him that it’s 9:57, indeed three minutes away from the start of his dad’s class.

He barely even blinks before he adjusts himself to stand between your stretched legs so he could hold your arm and adjust your goddamn watch to be set four minutes later, his movements done so quickly that you straighten your back to the seat.

Jimin pretends he’s looking away, but deep down you already know that he’s gonna ambush you with questions as soon as Jungkook leaves.

“See that? You’re late,” he hums contentedly, pushing the late slip towards you and stands by himself with his hands across his chest, all-knowing that he wouldn’t leave not until you comply with his stupid request for a late slip.

His dad sees the interaction unfold from a distance, still confused but somehow amused, and a curious smile appears on his face as he now has something else to bring up on the dinner table later.

After all, he only called out to his son to tell him that they should go pick up a few groceries over lunch break — not to give you a late slip.

Jungkook collects the piece of paper from you wordlessly, letting his hand linger for the briefest moment but you pay him no mind, too occupied to looking at your left and gesturing for Jimin to scoot closer.

Something’s wrong.

His instincts are not exactly the most accurate but after all, it does account for something. He’s not the best at reading people when they’re indifferent, and normally you’re never indifferent to him. 

He decides to lay low at that, sitting back on his chair and only twirling the slip in between his fingers and not once setting it down on the desk, preventing himself to look at it.

It’s only when his dad calls him to do a summary and explain to the class about his lesson’s breakdown, and he turns stern when he crushes the paper within his palm for the sake of being indiscreet that he totally wasn’t fiddling with paper for an hour and a half.

Jungkook returns and that’s when his dad starts giving out final reminders for their next meeting, straightening it out as much as he could until he can see your messy handwriting more than he could see the creases.

Tutored Hwang Hyunjin; state quizbee next week.

And why, exactly?

As far as he knows, Hyunjin’s the faculty’s favorite because he was such an intelligent student. He might be the favorite of his dad but he’s not entirely sure because his dad says he doesn’t like playing favorites, but he seems to think so nonetheless. If the guy who’s in the line-up for summa cum laude is asking help for a mere quizbee, what exactly is it for?

You’re an honor student, sure. In the dean’s list and in the running for cum laude, but you’ve said it yourself that you’re no Hyunjin and in verbatim, anyone who takes education as seriously as he does needs a hug and an emotional support system. Do you see yourself doing all the extra credits when you already have the highest average on all of them?

Did you hug him?

Jungkook scoffs to where his mind is running, a little dejected as he ponders on it even more as he stands next to his dad’s desk, nodding curtly at the students who bid him goodbye.

He’s extra quick to stepping up when it’s you who passes him, hands on his pocket as he asks under his breath.

“We cool?”

He tries to search for a hint of distaste in your face and he’s almost disappointed to find none, a genuine small smile on as you reply and come out the door without so much of a look back at him.

“‘Course we are, Mr. Jeon.”

... \ ( ♡ ) / ...

“What’s up with you?”

Jungkook utters the moment the door of your apartment swings open. It was straight to the point, really. No buttering up to you and no unnecessary bullshit before he drops the question that’s been plaguing his mind the whole day.

You had only been brushing your teeth when you hear a series of crisp and heavy knocks that led you to think that your neighbor Hoseok next-door has finally screwed up the pooch completely, and accidentally set his kitchen on fire with the cookie batter he’s been doing a series of trial and error with for a dozen times already.

Oh.

It’s only Jungkook, then.

He doesn’t look the slightest bit concerned being out in the hallway that gave everyone an opportunity to see him. Frankly, everyone who’s set foot to the president’s office, which is everyone, could tell who he is simply by looking at the few hundred picture frames Mr. Jeon has on his desk. 

He’s not concerned and he doesn’t have the gall to be concerned either, because as much as he knows that although underneath his dad’s section, the housing section of the college wasn’t under his close supervision. Besides that, he finds that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with this.

Jungkook only looks up to you for a few seconds, wide-eyed with your toothbrush in your mouth, and decides to let himself in.

This being yours and Jungkook’s interactions for the past eight weeks. There’s not a label to it, but it goes along the lines of the occasional fuck, and then the ranting about each other’s days, and binge-watching that either ends up as hook-up, or trying to pick up new hobbies the other’s just suggested, or whatever’s playing is actually playing and the two of you just watch, your head laid on his lap and his hand brushing your hair.

Yeah, that one. Whatever that’s called — that’s what you and Jungkook are.

It’s been painfully obvious to your tight knit of friends, namely only being Jimin and Hoseok, that those things practically yielded to the commitment of him being something that starts with boy and ends with a friend, no spaces in between and all in one word.

You blink away your internal monologue, remembering that you need to spit before replying to his question that he’s asked you point-blank two seconds ago.

“You saw me in class today.”

That one couldn’t be anymore obvious and he huffs at that, once again going on a grumpy fit of frustration while he lies on your bed upright, arms across his chest. “Off,” you swat his leg immediately, making him haphazardly throw away his shoes if he want to keep being frustrated with you.

That’s the exact bit though. Regardless if you forced him to take off his shoes while he’s on your bed, he’d be frustrated at you regardless. He doesn’t know why he’s frustrated with you in the first place and that just makes him stressed even more.

The realization hits him that Jungkook doesn’t really know why he’s so pressed about you, his tone considerably softening because now he feels a little smaller under your curious gaze.

“Yeah, yeah. I clearly know that. I, uh, I meant outside of class.”

Normally, he’d find your avoidance of things actually endearing because you seemed to worm your way out of any situation you just deem to be unrelated to you — but for the first time, he doesn’t know if you’re avoiding his question. If this was still your passive-aggressiveness or genuineness showing its head right now.

“You’re starting to sound like a professor, y’know,” you note with intrigue, relishing to how Jungkook lying on your bed and looking at you under such intensity seems normal to you at this point and at this moment. “A professor hanging out with his student outside of class, in her dorm, and on a weekday.”

The comment you add was supposed to be humorous but you find it rather odd now having said it out loud, the realization dawning on you that whatever this is, is just too ambiguous and vague that you’d never wanted something so specific in your lifetime.

“Just trying to appease dad. Do I look like I have the patience to teach a class, better yet show up?”

That’d be the actual bane of him.

Don’t get him wrong, professors must be so cool and patient with their workload and stuff, but holy fucking shit does he hate it for himself. He means no disrespect to his dad but he honestly can’t see himself doing what he does, even for a fraction of his life willingly.

You sort of envy him for the upbringing he has and the wholesome and healthy relationship he has with his family that you wouldn’t mind telling people all about. Not everyone expects Jungkook to be as family-oriented as he looks, and the little nugget of information he made you privy too puts a gentle smile of your face.

“You do have the patience to ask me if I’m okay though.”

It’s a question between reeling yourself in and putting yourself out there more, plopping to sit on the edge of your bed as you try to put lotion on your legs all the way down to your heel.

Jungkook finds it normal to see you putting lotion on and zit cream on your face, and he doesn’t question it for one second.

That doesn’t automatically mean that he’s gonna address it though.

“Well, baby, are y’okay?” he crawls the short distance from you, putting half of his body weight as he slings himself on your shoulders from behind, lips brushing against your ear as he pulls you tighter.

“Mhmmm.”

He finds it that as much as he pulls you tighter, you grow a bit more distant. You’re there with him but your mind isn’t, perhaps lost on the lotion that only adds into your scent that seems engraved in his mind nowadays.

Jungkook does as much as to tug a sleeve of your shirt to expose the slightest bit of your shoulder blades, pressing wet gentle kisses that leaves you, surprisingly, unfazed.

You make no move nor action, just continuing on rubbing your arms with your hands and him taking the momentary act of silence to look around your room, seeing your textbooks piled neatly on your desk with your lamp on.

“Long night?” 

He asks and not a second later do you hum in confirmation, making him roll his eyes and his stomach churn, but it probably just has something to do with a heartburn that’s beginning to form because the ache’s spreading to his chest.

It’s got to be heartburn, right?

“Alright. Didn’t have to answer me too quick just so you can kick me out.”

He mutters underneath his breath a little hurt, taking your responses as his cue to leave. His flair for what you think is the dramatics makes you roll your eyes and slap his thigh, following him out on the way to the door.

Jungkook’s fazed because he doesn’t exactly know the essential purpose plus his expected outcome of this five-minute visit. He doesn’t have a clue, but dropping to your apartment unannounced and seeing you for just even five minutes, even if he doesn’t know why, doesn’t seem wrong.

What is wrong, is that you’d normally kiss him goodbye.

This time, you don’t.

... \ ( ♡ ) / ...

Jungkook’s gut tells him to come early to class, even telling his dad that he’d come down there by himself so he could scope out his class like the great son that he is, and he does exactly that.

Some of the early-birds are pleasantly surprised to see him there, early and alone without Dr. Jeon, sitting on his usual chair.

This setting’s odd for him and as much as he wants to leave, he doesn’t feel the need to. He doesn’t really care if he’s intimidating the students because after all, that’s not the reason why he’s here. In fact, he’s aware that he seems to be quite the talk of the campus, the verdict being half and half if he was as fun, easygoing, yet stern like his father — or if he’s something else entirely. Either way, none of them could catch on to the fact besides you that he’s not here out of passion, but rather obligation.

There’s less than thirty students in the room but Jungkook could just feel it at the back of his spine that you’re gonna walk through the door soon enough. You’ve got to be, right? Jungkook stands by himself near the door, practically barricading the door with how he’s built.

This familiar guy he can’t put a name to is walking through the door carelessly, eyes completely fixed on his phone that his shoulder’s barreling into Jungkook’s.

“Oh hey dude, what’s up?”

The guy in question barely even looks up for a second, a meek smile on his face before turning to his phone again and just staying there by the door, a character paused to block it all for a fucking text as what it seems.

Jungkook barely needs a second to look at him eye to eye; tall, pale, long blonde hair, and smooth pronounced features.

Hwang Hyunjin.

He’s only seen him in passing but never on this scale, his first instinct being straightening his back. They’re roughly the same height, Jungkook shoving his observation to the back of his head that Hyunjin’s only a millimeter higher than him.

He’s probably the only one applying pressure to this scenario, thick brows furrowing as he almost grimaces looking at the younger guy in front of him.

“Are you in this class?”

What?

Hyunjin’s confused to say the least, not only because this random dude he bumped into is suddenly making conversation with him, but because someone’s actually questioning about his presence here.

He lowers his phone, putting a pause to his heated exchange of which installment of this series they’re watching this, all in the favor for staring at this guy who’s cowling at him.

“... Yes?”

His answer even sounds unsure, Jungkook’s questioning raise of his brows prompting him to explain.

Hyunjin doesn’t even know why he feels compelled to explain but he does it nonetheless. “They say I could sit in this class. Some topics would show up in the quizbee next week.”

That’s just grand.

Before Jungkook can simmer in his irritation even more, his dad slips through the door by holding his shoulders in place, looking between the two of them briefly before walking to his desk.

“Kook? Thought you’d open up the lesson without me.”

Blondie tilts his gaze, eyes narrowing as he tries to scan a Kook in his brain’s directory and why it sounds so fond coming from Dr. Jeon.

“Mmmm, sorry dad.”

Jungkook emphasizes a little more than needed, turning to him and sending him a half-hearted grin while unbeknownst to him, Hyunjin pales and is having a breakdown and a half.

Did he really just accidentally bump into the college president’s son? Is he gonna be expelled now?

Jungkook’s oblivious to the inner turmoil that’s unfolding in the guy in front of him, crossing his arms before looking at his dad once more.

“Is he allowed here?” 

He questions sharply like a toddler who’s just seen an inconspicuous man by the swing, his cheeks rounding with his lips pursed.

His dad’s really confused because this is the most intrigue he’s seen Jungkook inhibit for the whole eight weeks.

Of course his dad knows; he’s more than aware that his son has literally no interest in being a professor, and honestly speaking, he’s not even mad at that. He’a outsmarted him on this one and just went along with the lengths of hi son trying to impress him, falling into this eight-week routine of them bonding together with little practice teaching, yet Jungkook still wonders where he got his wit from.

He looks back and forth between Jungkook and Hyunjin, perplexed because he’s pretty sure that the two of them don’t know each other and that doesn’t explain the tension lingering.

“Hyunjin? Yeah. President’s lister, right?”

Hyunjin grins and chuckles at that, bowing slightly as he just passes Jungkook that appalls the latter.

“You put me there, sir.”

Jungkook mocks him under his breath, not going unnoticed by his dad who just chuckles all the same. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” he lies right out of his teeth, sitting on his chair and spreading his legs until his dad nudges him to be atleast decent because he wants the students to focus on his presentation and not his son’s crotch.

He feels cursed having such clear vision because even when the lights are dim, Jungkook still finds his gaze looking for you out of habit. Cursed for seeing Hyunjin sit on the other side of you and suddenly he wishes that this would be the time that Jimin interferes.

He’s unsure if you’re making him confused or he’s confusing himself, but the way his head feels like splitting just by thinking about you and what he could’ve done wrong tells him that he should be definite.

“Would you mind wrapping up the lesson, Mr. Jeon?” his dad asks outloud and for any other context, they’d share identical smiles on how they should be professional towards each other (as suggested by his dad) during class.

“Not at all, Dr. Jeon.”

God, he’s so oblivious to see how he has everyone gravitating towards him that it’s actually endearing. You sitting all the way up gives you a front-row seat to see how everyone sits up a little straighter and how heads follow his every move.

Jungkook has everyone wrapped around his finger and he doesn’t even know — you’re everyone; he can’t know.

He steps up to the plate and the natural dominance and hold he has on everyone broke through, a lesson about statistics never being this intense and a large majority of the people would really stay for another hour and a half if it’s Jungkook who’s teaching.

He’s so absorbed into summarizing as a way of destressing that he ended up giving perhaps one of the best makeshift lectures ever, his dad positively awed and ending up even more confused.

Jungkook’s coming down from his lecture high, nervously fiddling with his fingers as his dad gives the final reminders. What doesn’t help is also you coming out of the classroom with Hyunjin in tow, wearing your cardigan, and that’s what considerably sets him off.

Suddenly, he now decides that your cardigan is the ugliest and most disgusting piece of clothing he’s ever seen in his life. It’s the furthest thing from adorable, and the nearest thing into being set on fire.

You still smell sweet and homey when you’re nearing him, and the realization that your cardigan’s tainted by the smell of you and soon enough, Hyunjin will — it hits Jungkook too hard that he mutters under his breath, his jaw lax from being clenched.

“If you have a problem with me, just tell me about it.” 

He can’t find the will in himself to care whether or not Hyunjin’s gone on without you and is waiting for you by the corridor, or that his dad’s arranging his shelf and could be possibly listening.

“I don’t,” your face reflects the same thing as your answer, devoid of any uncertainty that you have a problem with him.

“You don’t?” he prods further even if he knows that asking the second time wouldn’t even help.

“I don’t. Do you?” 

There’s no malice in your tone. It’s the same gentleness laced with mischief underneath, head tilting in question.

That’s when he narrows his eyes at you, always knowing how to play your cards right without him knowing.

“With you or with myself?”

You shrug carelessly, an automatic giggle tumbling out of your lips that it bothers you too because you shouldn’t be okay with pulling yourself away from Jungkook, and the fact that it could be because you made peace long enough that the two of you will never be more is something to blame.

“You tell me, Mr. Jeon.” 

He’s never hated his family name more and the formality preceding it than now. In reality, he’s just a year older than most of you in this class and the last time he’s checked, no one calls their senior, despite being from another university, like that.

Everyone assumed that he should be called with respect because after all, they’re probably looking at the future of this institution anyways. 

Stable breaths aren’t enough and Jungkook seems to despise the way your slightest change towards him affects him the most, and his pride over not reaching out to your first has long been gone since.

He figures that this is just your way of detaching from him because his eight weeks are almost up, and that he should be totally fine with it because after all it’s only been eight weeks.

He can’t see another eight weeks of you pulling out from him, and even worse, eight weeks without you.

“We’re not cool.”

Jungkook says as soon as you open your door, not waiting for you to gesture him to come in. In any other situation, he’d find you adorable having traded your contacts for glasses, and absolutely sexy if his blood’s rushing elsewhere besides his cheeks. There’s no introduction of asking about your day nor catching you off-guard with a kiss either. 

It’s him going straight to your bed and lying upright, looking at you somberly that you feel sorry you’ve been establishing this change in the first place.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

His question is a complete 180 from his voice that’s been gravelly since morning, sincerity underneath the rough edges.

You shake your head no, a signal that there’s absolutely nothing wrong and you don’t have anything to tell him about.

“Are you sure?”

He looks at you with wide reassuring eyes just begging for anything, atleast something, the only time that he wishes there’s something wrong going on so he could chalk it up to that instead of facing this shift with you blindly and aimlessly. 

You’re wordlessly climbing up on bed too, making him automatically scoot over to his side of your bed when he stays overnight, instant warmth welcoming you just by having your shoulders touch with him. It’s a head nod of yes, I’m sure that there’s nothing wrong with your eyes closed. 

Being beside him is the equivalent of all the comfortable nights you’ve slept. Jungkook’s the ultimate compilation and the most expensive goodie box of warm hugs and warm tea that tasted familiar instead of incredibly earthy. He’s white noise and eight-hour loops of rainfall against your windows and humidifier-goodness of sleep that you take indulgence and warmth in.

Jungkook’s in another realm of thought when he almost snaps at you because your roles have been reversed and it’s him who’s doting over you.

“Are you usually this non-committal?”

You’re always warm with a cherry on top when you talk to Jungkook, and just only two days of you giving him timid replies has him asking you if you’re the opposite of the adjective that people most commonly attached to you.

“I think we both know best that I’m loyal.”

You are. 

It’s a word that’s almost always attached to your name. You’ve never really sustained a large group of close friends, and it wasn’t needed, but Jungkook finds it funny that you’re oblivious to how people look at you.

He’s well-acquainted with what goes around, and the only things that go around about you was that you’ve touched them in one way or another. You’re the most loyal friend Jimin has because you’ve stuck with him even if he’s spilled his guts on your bathroom floor, missing the mark of your toilet bowl. You gave up your bed for him and tucked him in even if he was still at risk of throwing up because he just couldn’t stop, and made him breakfast the next morning. You’ve only known each other for three days.

Hoseok considers you his most loyal neighbor slash friend ever, because you let him have a go at your pantry even if you knew at the back of your head that he’d screw up something in his recipe one way or another. Even started buying extra ingredients whenever he needs them, and him purposefully forgetting that he has brown sugar at the back of his cabinet.

You are loyal, and that’s what he sometimes hates about you too because it makes you more vulnerable. A little too easy to trample on. A little too easy to have you cheering for someone from the bleachers when they’re still on the bench.

Jungkook wonders if you’re loyal to him too, and if you were (which he’s sure of, and there’s no denying it), would you still be even if he feels like the two of you are growing apart?

“Then why do I feel that-“

He sighs in exasperation, head turning to face you and he’s greeted with your finger outstretched, digging in to where his dimple would appear.

He could look at you properly this time because he’s not in a rush asking if you’re okay. Eyes glazed looking up at him underneath your glasses, scrunched nose with the cutest smile and all that he wants this to never stop.

“Hey.”

You whisper in a rush all of a sudden, a toothy grin fading steadily when your thumb comes to rest on his cheek, whole hand soon pressed to it whole that Jungkook finds himself leaning.

“I’m in love with you.”

It comes out of you fluidly; no baited breath and no hesitation at all. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, actually. Not once did you think that you’d ever tell Jungkook you love him in this way, or ever for that matter, but it’s something that materialized out of thin air.

It’s as quick as a passing thought and as stable as a core memory, reiterating what is only a truth instead of a confession.

There’s no sadness in your gaze and no distrust either, but the smile that stretches on your cheeks doesn’t look as giddy.

He’s a little cross-eyed with how close you are, but Jungkook audibly whimpers when you pull away suddenly and out of the bed altogether, picking up your laptop from your table.

You don’t know what you’re doing either, but you could only hope that it looks as natural as it seemed, wanting him to know that your sudden realization that you need to make a twenty-page essay in size 12 font has nothing to do with your profession of love.

“But I know I shouldn’t, and besides, it’s a conflict of interest. Anyway, let’s just end this here now and-...”

“Are you insane?”

Jungkook exclaims in punctuation marks and of deep urgency, looking at you as if you suggested the most ridiculous thing ever after what you’ve just said, which you exactly did.

“Just continue loving me!”

He says it as the most obvious thing ever, his chest feeling an odd sense of relief after having blown up with emotion. He’s a sponge at this point in whatever relationship the two of you have. He’ll take what you can give, but this was something Jungkook would run to hell and back for to not take from you.

“You didn’t even ask if I loved you back! And that’s my honest answer, not something that would appease you when you return the question.”

He looks a little softer around the edges at the moment — arms flailing around and hair bouncing as he keeps moving his head. 

His cheeks are puffed out when he’s angry and his lips are red from trying to get his point across strongly, stammering with what more he could think of in his head.

“It’s not a conflict of interest either! I only shadowed my dad to please him, but we both know that I don’t want to become a professor like him. You just think that it is because you’re up on the seats and I’m down on the podium!” he’s heated and his cheeks are warm and there’s no way it has something to do with your airconditioning.

“It’s a stint. It was a literal eight-week stint for free, because he’s the president for god’s sake — that’s it! I go back to my university in like what, a week? And they don’t even need me passing requirements, because they already know, again, that I’m the son of a university president! Honestly, it’d be stupid of them to.” 

Jungkook feels like he’s gonna pass out with how overwhelmed he is. Too overwhelmed to the point that he doesn’t see you smiling out of the corner of his eye, hand rubbing down the length of his nape to his back.

It’s only then that you realize that he’s rambling and his voice is wavering, concern dripping down from you instead of amused laughter.

“Y/N, please, it’s convenient — more than convenient. I graduate this year, and you next year. The last thing I’d do in my life is grade papers. You know what I want to be? I wanna be-...”

Jungkook’s cut off with a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth that’s grounded him, blinking twice to look at you.

He should really kiss you right now.

“You could’ve condensed that into a single simple sentence,” you snort when you pull away from Jungkook’s hold, sending him a look of faux disappointment to which he whines. “It’s called I love you too, Jungkook.”

He squints at your teasing but reasons just as quick, sneaking in his head underneath your shirt to escape from your teasing and importantly, press a gentle kiss to your chest, then your boobs, and settling to lie down on your stomach as he’s content.

“I was panicked!”

Jungkook’s certain that he loves you, laughing to himself when he heard heavy knocks against your bedroom wall that just conveniently happens to be adjacent to Hoseok’s.

“Fucking finally! I was about to flirt with either of you just so you could cut to the chase and admit it to each other!”

Your laugh is the sweetest thing he’s ever heard, coming out from hiding underneath your shirt and just laying on top of your clothed tummy, hand looking for yours to hold on to.

You’ve been sleepy the entire time, he’s figured. You having switched to your glasses meant you’ve already had your night shower, and only had three hours maximum before succumbing to your bed. You’ve had a long day clearly, and it’s when you’re starting to succumb into sleep right exactly where you are that Jungkook suddenly remembers.

“You know what I want to be? I wanna be-…”

“With you.”

“Mhmm?” you all but mumble, feeling him adjust your head on the pillow while he lays on his, literal weight being lifted off from you.

Jungkook feels even more endeared if that’s any more possible, the tiniest boop to your nose and the softest kiss on your forehead.

“I wanna be with you.”