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07-riley · 3 days ago

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flowers (Simon Ghost Riley one shot | valentine's day special 2)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x female reader ★ masterlist here ★ valentine's day special 1

She didn’t want to make too much of it; she had never given much importance to relationships, barely having time for that because of her work. But she always thought that if she ever got the chance to go on a date, she simply wouldn't refuse to accept it.

That had happened two months ago. She'd had some sort of date with her lieutenant, then another, and then two more. If what they did could even be called dates—after all, they always ended up doing something that they could enjoy without leaving the base, sometimes it was just impossible to go anywhere. Surprisingly, she had enjoyed each one of those outings. It wasn't that he was intimidating or anything like that. In fact, more than once he had made her laugh during an awkward moment, and he always seemed focused on his work.

Now they had a sort of relationship that went a little beyond just being colleagues. Unlike everyone else on base, she'd stopped calling him "Lieutenant" or "Ghost" now he was Simon to her. She'd seen him without his mask more than once (though the first time had been by accident), and during one of their dates, they’d shared a kiss. But nothing more.

She'd tried hard not to think about Valentine’s Day and wonder if they'd do something together. She knew it wouldn't happen when she overheard the previous morning that Simon would be busy almost all day. If she could, she would have complained to Price, but they weren’t close enough for that kind of joking. He was her superior, after all, and she trusted him enough to ask for a day off when she was with cramps but nothing more.

She pushed the door to her room open, her back aching, just wanting to collapse onto the bed and rest. Her whole body hurt; she had increased her training three days ago, and now it felt like it was killing her. A sigh escaped her lips as she finally fell onto the bed, feeling her muscles relax and…

There was something different.

Her gaze fell on the desk in front of her bed. She usually used it to place clothes she would organize the next morning or papers she needed to review later. But she never used it as an actual desk; it was always covered with clutter, but not now. A part of the desk was cleared, and there was a bouquet of flowers resting on the old wood. It didn’t seem like it had been there long, maybe just a couple of hours.

The first thing she felt was panic. Someone had entered her room—the room she herself had locked when she left that morning, the room whose key only she had.

The flowers were beautiful, she wouldn't deny that. They were tulips, with a sunflower in the middle of the bouquet. Two of her favorite flowers. It could have been a coincidence, but it felt too much like more than just that. She needed to know who had left those flowers there—and more important, who had entered her room.

The first person she asked was Soap. He had been going back and forth all morning, but he was one of the few people still on base. Unfortunately for her, she got no answers. He claimed he hadn't seen anything, though she was almost certain he was lying.

She also got nothing when she questioned a girl in the bathroom whom she barely knew—who only stared at her as if she were insane.

She had no luck either when she casually chatted with one of the cooks or one of the nurses. There weren'’t many people around. Maybe they weren't the best options since they rarely left their work areas, but it didn't hurt to try.

By six in the evening, she slumped onto one of the cafeteria tables. She had spent the entire day running around, thinking she might find someone who had seen who entered her room and left the flowers, but she had gotten nothing. She simply sat there, staring at the sunflower as she twirled it between her fingers.

She was so lost in thought that she barely noticed the new presence beside her. Assuming it was Soap, she didn’t even turn around. After all, he had been the first to find out about her search and one of the few people she trusted the most. Judging by her expression, he probably already knew how fruitless her search had been.

"Did you like the flowers?"

That wasn’t Soap’s voice.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, and she turned in her seat—only to find none other than her lieutenant standing in front of her. He was still wearing the same uniform when she had seen him leave the base in, meaning he had probably just returned minutes ago.

Her first instinct was to ask how he knew about the flowers, thinking maybe he had seen something. But then she realized… He hadn’t seen anyone leaving her room. He had seen everything because he was the one who had put them there.

"It was you." It wasn’t a question.

Simon shifted slightly, and she could almost swear he had that smirk on his face, the one he always have when he was with her. She had deduced it was his way of showing he was comfortable around someone.

"It was me," he confirmed.

"Why?" She parted her lips, wanting to say something else, but nothing came out. She looked at the sunflower one last time before meeting Simon’s gaze again. She was too shocked—she hadn't even mentally prepared herself to receive anything that day. They had only been on a few dates. They weren’t anything—or at least, that's what she wanted to think. If he was seeing someone else, she would try not to feel hurt.

She didn’t want to admit it, but she had convinced herself that a few dates didn't mean anything, because if she saw him with someone else, she would be disappointed. If she was honest, the thought of date with anyone other than Simon hadn't even crossed her mind.

"I’m not really sure what people do on Valentine’s Day," he admitted. "But I remembered you mentioning your favorite flowers."

"That was on our first date." She tried her best not to look too surprised. Had he remembered every detail about her, or had it just stuck in his mind by accident?

"Do you want me to forget it?"

"No," she laughed. "I liked the flowers. Thank you."

She smiled, looking down at the sunflower in her hand. When she had woken up that morning, she hadn’t expected to receive anything for Valentine’s Day, and this had been a lovely surprise—even if, at first, it had sent her into a panic over someone entering her room.

"We’ll celebrate our Valentine’s on Tuesday."

Her eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t expected anything else after the flowers. If she was honest, she had always thought that what she had with Simon was just a few dates for fun. Even after Soap told her that if Simon hadn't been interested in her, there wouldn't have even been a first date, she had refused to believe it. Maybe she just didn't want to be disappointed if things went wrong.

The flowers weren't all?

"Where are we going?"

"It’s a surprise."

"Is it a surprise, or do you just not have anything planned yet?" she teased.

Simon chuckled as he stood up from the table. He still had a few things to do before heading back to his room and and end his day.

"I've been planning it for over a week." He gave her a look through his mask, holding her gaze for a few seconds before turning to leave. She wanted to say something, to stop him, but no words came out. Besides, she didn't even know what to say. It wasn't like she wanted to argue about it.

For over a week.

She watched as Simon left, disappearing down the hallways. There was a strange feeling in her chest, one she couldn't describe.

On their first date, she had been incredibly nervous. She had called her sister, telling her she had a date with her lieutenant and was scared that it would just be a one-time thing. Her sister had told her that was almost impossible. After all, he was a soldier who didn’t have much free time—if he was taking her on a date, it was because he was genuinely interested.

Maybe she had been wrong and her sister was right. Maybe Simon was more serious about her than she had thought.

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princessrazzledazzle · 2 days ago

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What Twst Wonderland Characters Would Do For Valentine’s Day

Riddle: Never really celebrated Valentine’s day back home because of his mom, but always dreamed of it. At NRC, he throws a extra special unbirthday party with pink and red hearts everywhere. He also makes sure to be nicer and less strict, he even gives his dormmates little cards, and personalized ones for his closer friends.

Trey: Always loved Valentine’s day because of all the cute pastries he and his family would make. At NRC, he does the exact same, baking for the unbirthday party and some special treats for his close friends.

Cater: Posts things like “Who tryna be my valentine” on magicam while trying to look as cute as possible he never gets a valentine . He wears only red and pink whenever he’s not in uniform and he’ll give out little cards to people he likes.

Ace: Always thought the holiday was pointless and corny, but loves free candy, so he never complained…well he does complain about the cringey couples and make fun of them. He’d give one of those heart shaped lollipops to his friends.

Deuce: Only really likes the holiday for the candy, makes sure to at least write his mom a card, even if he has to send it by mail. He also gives little cards to his friends with heart shaped lollipops.

Leona: Couldn’t care less about Valentine’s day. He’ll eat a couple candies and a few cookies, but that’s it.

Ruggie: Also couldn’t care less about Valentine’s day, but always makes sure to get his grandma something, always a handwritten card and some flowers.

Jack: Pretends not to care about the holiday, but always get something for his family and close friends, then denies the fact he actually likes Valentine’s day.

Azul: Used to hate it when he was younger because he would be the only person not to get a valentine, but after he met Floyd and Jade, they do something special together every year I might talk about that later Ever since he started running the Monstro Lounge, he puts all sorts of Valentine’s day specials and deals on the menu.

Jade: Doesn’t really care for it, only celebrates it with his brother and Azul because he secretly doesn’t want to see Azul all sad and lonely ever again. Always plans out what they’ll do for the holiday.

Floyd: Actually loves Valentine’s day for all the wrong reasons. He’s the type of person to tell couples to switch their phones. He also loves all the heart shaped treats, always having liked festive foods. Always makes sure Azul is having a blast doing whatever it is they’re doing with Jade. In charge of decorating the Monstro Lounge and does a pretty decent job.

Kalim: LOVES Valentine’s day. Goes all out, giving cards to any person who just so happens to make eye contact with him. Makes special cards for his dormmates and friends. Dresses in only red, pink, and white the whole day.

Jamil: Doesn’t like the holiday, never really celebrated it unless you count Kalim forcing him to dress up with him a form of celebration.

Vil: Enjoys the holiday. Does yearly Valentine’s day posts on magicam and also only dresses in red, pink, and white and makes the entirety of Pomefiore to do the same. Gives expensive gifts to those he cares about, though some of his presents are passive aggressive.

Rook: Probably one of his favorite times of the year. Thinks of it as a celebration of all kinds of love, platonic to romantic. Literally only speaks in poetry the entire day and will give handwritten poems to people he likes to stalk.

Epel: Hates it. Thinks the holiday is for girls and refuses to participate…except for some cards and cookies for his grandparents.

Idia: Never really celebrates it unless you call playing otome games all day as a celebration. Occasionally he’ll look at his surveillance cameras and make fun of the cringey couples, then gets sad because no one has ever loved him like that. Gets something for Ortho that he’ll like.

Ortho: Finds the holiday cute and enjoyable. Gives little cards and candies to his friends and a special present for Idia.

Malleus: Doesn’t celebrate the holiday in Briar valley, but finds it interesting that there’s a day dedicated to all different types of love. Wants to make it a official holiday in Briar Valley when he becomes king.

Lilia: Also didn’t celebrate Valentine’s day, but finds the couples both amusing and oddly adorable. Gets something for Malleus, Silver, and Sebek.

Silver: Only knew about Valentine’s day because of the story books Lilia would read to him. Finds it interesting and hopes to have a romantic partner one day.

Sebek: Does care for the holiday and also only knew of its existence through story books. At NRC sure to get something very extra and unnecessary for Malleus, so the whole school can see how loved his Waka Sama is and how he is his best knight.

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ramp-it-up · 5 hours ago

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Answer Love’s Call

Summary: James Bucky Barnes WAS an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. You came along and he fell in love. He is about to propose. But something is off. You need time to come to terms about what this love will mean in the future. And how in the world you will deal with it.

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: Okay, we're at Christmas. 😅 Hey guys. This one is close to my heart. Some of this is very personal to me, as a high functioning person who might be a little bit different. I hope you enjoy this.

This fic is in the Knock You Down AU, and comes immediately after both Worth the Fall and the Steve Rogers fic Peach VII.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! LOTS of angst, Frumoasa is spiraling, y'all, running away, a sexy ex, jealous, spiraling Bucky, a doctor's visit surprise, Frumoasa realizes she is not nero-typical, a beautiful mountain chalet Christmas, Steve x Peach, extended family, an icicle surprise, and Bucky helps Frumoasa relax, hard. Dom/sub elements, references to bdsm, use of 'Daddy,' oral (m receiving) spanking, anal play, attempted edging, raw p in v, praise kink, breeding kink, yeah. :)

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The day after the gala, you woke up with your head pounding. You were over warm, and your heart was beating fast, although you could hear Bucky’s steady breathing beside you.

You turned and watched him for a moment, his handsome face relaxed and also, strangely, confident.

He looked so sure, so steady.

But the day before proved that you didn’t necessarily know what was coming next and that made your stomach rumble and twist in knots.

It might have been too much champagne, or it might have been the rollercoaster of emotions from the entire day before.

Your thoughts were all over the place about you and Bucky. Next week, you would be at the cabin in Vermont for the holidays, and he was planning to propose there.

Maybe? Maybe not?

The uncertainty was eating at you. Your mind was swirling.

Bucky stirred, his hand instinctively reaching for you. You let him pull you close, and you kissed him lightly on the lips.

“Morning,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

Your body, as always, responded to him. Hell, the day before you’d practically attacked him. Something about the way he looked lately was making you feral.

“Morning,” you responded.

He opened those beautiful eyes still heavy with sleep and peered at you through his eyelashes.

“You good?”

You hesitated. You could tell him, you thought. You could spill every crazy thought running through your mind. But you didn’t

So you gave him the easy answer.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He smiled, content with your answer, and closed his eyes again.

You two had tumbled into bed after the gala, very much under the influence. If Bucky had been fully awake, he would have noticed that you were not, in fact, good.

You kissed his forehead and whispered that you were getting up to pee, which earned a grunt, a nod, and side smile.

You went to the kitchen and some tea to soothe your headache and some eggs for your stomach and then sat at the bar and ate, staring out onto the landscape of New York City at Christmastime.

You had time to really sit with your thoughts. You hadn’t lied to Peach. She and Steve were perfect together; and they’d done what felt right, what made sense for them.

But what they did made you spiral, because in your head you had more time to get used to them really being together. You’d give a million dollars to harness what Peach had, that spontaneity.

Bucky Barnes pulled that out of you, but right now you were feeling unsafe, out of control.

You were wrapped up in too many feelings: the drug of loving Bucky, the extreme high of sex with him, and then your own anxiety and intrusive thoughts.

Steve and Peach were headed to Atlanta today and then on to Vermont to spend a few days on a mini-moon before everyone arrived on the 23rd.

Your phone, which had been plugged up on the bar, started to vibrate, and you saw that it was your mother. You also saw that she had called twice before.

You knew she was calling about Steve and Peach and you just couldn’t do it at the moment.

You silenced the call and then walked through the bedroom into the closet and grabbed one of the expensive luggage pieces that Bucky’d bought you.

Maybe a few days at your place would help you sort things out.

—---

In the middle of packing, you turned to see Bucky leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression pure frustration.

Your eyes skimmed down his bare chest, following the trail of happiness between his pecs and down those abs that you ended up licking the day before, down his delicious belly button to disappear under the waistband of the grey sweats slung low on his hips.

There was more deliciousness in there, of that you were certain.

Suddenly, you wanted to fuck him stupid again, and you wiped the corners of your mouth to make sure you weren’t drooling.

“Frumoasa, what’s going on?”

His voice was tight, controlled, but barely.

You shook your head, feeling crazy. You gripped the t-shirt (of his) you’d been packing in your hands.

“I just... I need some time,” you admitted. “Before Vermont.”

His jaw clenched and those eyes blazed.

“Time for what?”

“To think,” you said simply, not looking him in the eye.

Bucky exhaled sharply, stepping forward, crowding you.

“If something’s wrong, just tell me. We’ve got to communicate.”

You swallowed, finally meeting his blue, blue eyes.

“I just need to figure some things out first.”

His frustration emanated from him for a minute, and then, suddenly, he reached for you, pulling you against him. You melted against his hard body, like always.

“Do you want to go to Connecticut? Right now?… Because if so…”

His voice was softer now, his fingers carding through your curls. But what he said made you panic.

“No! It’s not that, Bucky…”

“If you’re doubting us….”

His voice was plaintive now and your breath caught as his scent and his warmth surrounded you. You wanted to fall into him, to let him chase away every uncertainty.

But you needed to stand on your own two feet.

“I just need space,” you whispered, even as your hands reached up and clasped around his neck, unwilling to let go.

Bucky’s forehead rested against yours.

“You say that, but I can tell that you don’t want to leave,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.

Your heart thundered.

“Bucky. I need to. Please.”

His grip tightened for just a moment before he released you, stepping back.

“Then go,” he said, voice emotional.

He turned and walked out of the door, giving you a wide berth as you finished packing.

You cried as Nico drove you to your brownstone, and went straight to bed when you got there. You were emotionally exhausted.

—-

Bucky sat in his living room, spiraling, not knowing what to think.

Bucky agreed to you leaving, because what else could he do?

It didn’t make sense. The day before had been so much fun. You’d had great sex, and you looked amazing for the gala. Then there was the happy surprise about Steve and Peach.

He knew that you were over the moon for those two, but something was going on.

Had he taken too much time to propose?

But you’d only been together for a little over three months. He couldn’t help that Steve and Peach were crazy people who did crazy things.

Bucky was surer than sure that he and you belonged together.

Now you just needed to come to the same realization.

And he wasn’t going to force you.

—--

You stayed inside the entire next day, Sunday, feeling lethargic. Normally you’d be brunching or cooking with Bucky, relaxing and doing something fun.

You missed him and wondered why you weren’t with him.

At that moment, your phone rang. It was Bucky.

“Hey,” you said softly, tucking a knee up to your chest as you curled up on the couch.

“Hey,” he echoed. Damn, his voice did things to you.

“How are you?”

A lump formed in your throat at the longing in his voice.

“I’m okay...”

Silence.

Then he asked, “Are you eating?” You blinked, surprised.

“What?”

“You get caught up in your head when you’re stressed,” he said, his voice quiet. “I don’t want you forgetting to take care of yourself.”

Damn you loved this man. He knew you so well.

“I’m fine, Bucky.”

“I sent something over.”

Before you could respond, there was a knock at your door. You opened it to find Nico with a delivery bag, the scent of thai food in the air. Your chest tightened as you looked up at Nico.

“Bucky...” you whispered into the phone.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured. “Just eat. And call me anytime. I love you, Frumoasă. I miss you. I’ll see you on Friday.”

He hung up and tears slipped down your cheeks as you took the food from Nico. You gave him a hug and said goodbye and then held the warm container in your hands behind a closed door.

One thing was for sure, James Buchanan Barnes still knew exactly how to love you, even when you were running from him.

—-

The next few days were busy. You had to tie up year end things at the Center to prepare for the three week holiday shut down. You threw yourself into it and tried not to miss Bucky too much even though you two shared brief check-ins.

But your thoughts were scattered, your headache wouldn’t go away, and your stomach was unsettled. Plus, your emotions were on a rollercoaster.

You made a doctor’s appointment for Thursday. You didn’t want to bring a bug to the cabin to spread to everyone.

On Wednesday you got a visit from an old friend.

Around noon, you turned around to a different version of blue-eyed and tall, dark, and handsome.

“Terry!”

Your last ex-boyfriend was standing in your place of work.

“Hey girl. You looking good.”

You flushed at that smile and the way he eyed you was reminiscent of times gone by. And that voice. That was a thing once upon a time.

“Terry, What are you doing here?”

He sucked his teeth and shook his head at you.

“I can’t get a hug?”

You swatted at his arm and obliged, as Nico pulled out his phone to call Bucky outside.

—--

As soon as you walked in your door that afternoon your phone rang.

“Is that why you’re pulling away from me? You have another man?”

You pulled back and stared at your phone. Then you realized. Fucking Nico.

“Bucky, what the hell–”

Bucky interrupted you.

“I had to know you were safe, and then I’m told that you had a date with this guy Richmond.I wavered between coming to kill him immediately and letting you make your choice and tell me yourself, but I couldn’t wait.”

“Bucky…”

“Just tell me the truth, Y/N!”

“You gonna let me talk?”

Bucky was silent.

“The truth is I had lunch with an ex who also was a good friend to talk about his upcoming wedding.”

There was silence on the line. Bucky cleared his throat.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh.’”

You sucked your teeth.

“Anything else you wanna know, James?”

“Frumoasa, I’m sorry, I–”

“Don’t Bucky. I’ll see you in a couple of days. Bye.”

You hung up and cried, yet again.

You didn’t know what was happening.

—---

The next day, you sat on the crinkly paper in your Doctor Phillips’ office in complete shock.

She reached out and shut your mouth for you because it was hanging open.

“But….I’m on birth control.”

You looked at her as if she had three heads. She smiled indulgently at you.

“You know that’s not 100%. Have you had unprotected sex with anyone?”

You giggled, thinking just how much unprotected sex you’d had with Bucky. Then you started crying. She handed you a tissue, used to emotions with things like this.

It all made sense now.

The nausea you’d brushed off, the exhaustion, the moods, the uncertainty, the fear knotting in your stomach. You should have known.

It wasn’t just about you and Bucky.

It was about this.

A baby.

“Well, speaking of sex, I have a kind of... A delicate question.”

When you asked, you’d managed to shock doctor Phillips, but she soon recovered.

—-

Your mother was silent for a long time before whispering, “Oh, sweetheart...”

“Please don’t tell Peach,” you added quickly. “I don’t want to interrupt her honeymoon.”

You also knew that she would tell Steve and he would tell…

“Bucky doesn’t know yet.”

Another long pause.

“What are you going to do? Are you going to tell him?”

You swallowed.

“I don’t know how. We argued the last time we spoke. And I don’t want him to marry me just because I’m pregnant.”

“Honey, he’s gonna marry you no matter what. And you’re never going to get away from that man now that you’re carrying his child.”

You chewed your lip, still unsure.

“You think so, Ma?”

“Baby, I know so.”

As you spoke, you received pics of Steve and Peach looking deliriously happy in Vermont, glowing with happiness. They’d sent it to both of you. You cried on the phone with your mother and came to a decision.

When you hung up, you started packing.

—--

On Friday afternoon, you landed in Stowe and Nico was there to pick you up.

You were glad to see him despite the drama with Terry. The 30 minute drive was quiet and serene, beautiful on snow plowed roads.

When the chalet came into view, you gasped.

It was picture-perfect, nestled deep in the Vermont mountains, blanketed in fresh snow. Twinkling lights lined the porch railings and they made Bucky, who was standing on the front porch waiting for you, look mysterious.

It was idyllic.

As you exited the SUV, Bucky came down and extended his hand to help you up the snow covered stairs. You looked up at him and he was staring at you with those ice blue eyes.

—-

You stood there, looking up at him, and and Bucky thought, fuck, she’s gorgeous. It was like he was seeing you for the first time again. His eyes traced the thick curves that made his blood run hot, and those eyes that are wide and still uncertain made him a little weak.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from you and it felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

He didn’t know why you ran from him earlier in the week, but damn, he was certain that he would run through any wall for you.

Bucky bit his lip and his hands instinctively balled into fists as he took you in.

Your sweater accented your full breasts and he swore he saw the thick, stiff peaks of your nipples through it, making him thirsty. Your jeans molded thick thighs and wide hips that make his cock throb.

There was something about you today that made him want to take you down, but he was going to follow your lead. He needed to see where your head was at.

—

Bucky’s breath made vapors in the cold air and his eyes locked onto yours as he grabbed you, pulling you into his arms.

“You came back to me,” he murmured against your hair, his voice rough. “I’m sorry about the other day, Frumoasă. I’ve been crazy since you left.”

You pressed your face to his chest, a lump forming in your throat.

“Yeah, that was crazy, but I get it, Bucky.”

You pulled back and looked up into his eyes.

“I had to come. I love you, Bucky Barnes.”

His hands cupped your face, his lips brushing yours, slow and searching.

“Then don’t leave me. Ever again, Frumoasă.”

You nodded and clung to him, sniffling.

He pulled back and looked down at you.

“Let’s get you out of this cold.”

Inside, the scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air, and the chalet was decorated for the holidays with a huge tree with a massive stone fireplace. The view in the waning afternoon sunlight was of the mountains, and it was gorgeous.

“Wow, Bucky.”

He was taking your coat as you took in the sights. Of course the place was top notch.

“Where are the happy couple?”

Bucky chuckled.

“Their chalet is down the road. Rebirth owns this property and there are three other chalets just like this.”

You thought you were used to how rich Bucky was, but this rocked you. This was quite a world you might be committing to.

“Yeah, they need privacy. Probably fucking each other on every available surface.”

Bucky laughed. And then raised his eyebrow at you, eyes dark.

“It seems the thing to do.”

You grew warm and cleared your throat as he licked his lips.

“Where is my room?”

Bucky gave you an ominous look and moved closer.

“Oh, we have more than enough rooms for everyone, Frumoasă. But I’m not spending one more night away from you.”

Your body reacted despite you, causing you to stutter.

“B-but my mother–”

“--Almost insisted on it when I spoke to her earlier this week. She told me she spoke to you the other day. They are only here for one night, it will be fine.”

You followed him into the master suite, your wheels turning.

“What all did Karen have to say?”

Did Bucky know? He couldn’t know. Your mom wouldn’t do that.

“She just told me you’ve always had a habit of pushing people away when you feel like you’re losing control.”

You sighed in relief. She hadn’t told him.

“I wasn’t trying to go behind your back,” he murmured. “I’m just trying to understand. Because I love you. And I want to fix it.”

You sighed and relaxed a little. Bucky still wanted you. You took his hand.

“Nothing is broken, Bucky. I’m sorry I ran from you. I was questioning myself. Not you.”

“Okay.”

But he looked uncertain. Could you have decided that you didn’t need him after all? That you didn’t want him?

You started to walk away to find the bedroom and Bucky pulled you back to him by catching one of your hands. He pressed himself against you and looked down into your eyes.

“Frumoasă,” he said, his voice almost pleading.

“Tell me you still want us.”

“I still want us. I need us, Bucky. You’re right. I was feeling out of control, but yesterday I realized that what may be coming for us is some beautiful chaos. And if you’ll help me, I’m ready for it.”

You looked into his beautiful eyes, and then your fingers pulled on his sweater and your lips met his.

The kiss was almost brand new, the tension between you arcing like electricity. He kissed you back with everything he had, his hands roaming all over your body.

It was heated. It was urgent as a motherfucker.

And it was everything you two hadn’t been able to say.

“Later, we will talk about control.”

Bucky ran his thumb over your lips as he looked like he had delicious sensual plans for you later. He let you go just as your panties got ruined.

—--

That afternoon, your mother and Ray arrived just after Steve and Peach came over to make pizzas in the custom pizza oven for dinner. After that, you all decorated the Christmas tree around the fireplace.

It was picture perfect, with you and Peach drooling over Bucky and Steve in their fair isle sweaters. You had a lot of fun, and you drank water all night long. You caught up with Peach, warm in the glow of the love of everyone most important to you.

Bucky watched you, curious about what was different about you, but didn’t say anything.

By the time the night was over, you crashed, sleep overtaking you almost before your head hit the pillow. Bucky didn’t complain, he just held you close, thankful that you were back in his arms.

On Christmas Eve morning, some ventured out to ski and snowboard. You pleaded a headache and Bucky didn’t question you, but he filed that away for later. You and your mom stayed inside as you warned everyone else to be careful. You shook your head at Peach’s daredevil antics, but Peach was gonna Peach.

Nico was celebrating the holidays in another chalet with his family and had the week off.

You and your mom talked about a lot. And a lightbulb went off in your head. Your mom was teary and you were amazed that it took over 30 years for you both to realize. But it was going to be okay.

That night snow blanketed the trees outside, and the fireplace crackled as everyone gathered around the fireplace after dinner. Bucky stayed close, touching you almost always, even if it was just his hand on yours. The proximity to him was what you needed, and you wanted to just burrow yourself in his chest. But you had to tell him.

Steve and Peach were in their own world, stealing kisses by the fireplace, by the tree, lost in their honeymoon bliss. You watched them, their happiness so effortless, so light, and you knew that you could be there too, with Bucky.

Every time his hand brushed against yours, you felt the pull. Every time he looked at you like you were his whole world, you wanted to close the distance.

For the first time in days, you felt like maybe you were exactly where you needed to be.

After Christmas Eve brunch, you curled up with your hot cocoa and a book by the window by which Bucky and Steve built a snowman earlier.

Peach wouldn’t let you live your life in peace, because she insisted on recounting the time you two got into a fight over homework when you were eleven. Your mother was joining in, supplying details to Ray and Steve and to Bucky, who was paying attention, stealing glances at you and absentmindedly fiddling with his phone.

“And then she says, ‘How dare you ask me if I need help, I don’t need your help—’”

A loud CRACK interrupted Peach’s story, and a resounding thunk echoed from the eaves of the cabin.

Everyone jumped, looking toward the porch as a massive icicle snapped from the roof, crashing into the snow.

“Whoa,” Peach said, blinking. “That thing could’ve killed someone.”

You looked at Bucky. And he looked pleased with himself. You were instantly suspicious.

“Oh, wow,” he said, standing up and walking toward the door.

“That’s crazy. Totally random.”

Steve scoffed and Peach shot him a look. They knew something.

“Bucky…”

He ignored you, opening the door and crouching down in the snow, picking up the icicle like it was some priceless artifact.

He brought it inside and placed it, dripping wet on the table. Everyone gathered around to see that there was something inside that looked like a lump of coal.

Bucky looked at you gaping at it, and then: he broke it in half.

You gasped. Because inside, tucked into the hollowed-out core, was a small black velvet box. Your stomach dropped.

“Oh my God,” you whispered.

Bucky turned to you, his eyes soft, full of something so deep and certain that it stole the air from your lungs. Your entire body went still. And it was just you and Bucky.

His warm smile and the way the love in his eyes as he popped the box open to reveal a breathtaking and huge emerald cut diamond ring that looked like a block of ice and sparkled like the snow.

Everybody went silent.

Bucky exhaled, then spoke, his voice steady but thick.

“For years, I thought I had everything I needed,” he said, the words warm despite the crisp night outside.

“But then you came along. And suddenly, nothing felt full unless you were in it. Not my house, not my days, not my arms.”

Everyone leaned in, watching and waiting.

Bucky took a deep breath, then, finally, sank to one knee.

Your heart stopped.

“You are… “ Bucky stopped, choked up. “…The love of my life,” he said, pulling out the ring and looking up at you with that devastating certainty.

“And I want forever with you.”

You let out a choked laugh, “You hid my ring in an icicle?,” you whispered.

Bucky grinned up at you. “Damn right I did.”

“Y/N/L/N, Will you marry me?”

A half-laugh, half-sob escaped you. And then, without thinking, you threw yourself at him, knocking you both back onto the floor.

“YES!” you shouted, kissing him senseless as the entire family erupted into cheers.

“That was the most ridiculous, perfect Christmas proposal ever!” Peach was full on sobbing with joy as she said it.

Steve clapped Bucky on the back and gave him a hug as he helped him up.

You and Peach and your mom were cooing over the ring as the men watched.

“You better take care of that little girl, James. She’s special.”

Bucky looked at him, emotional.

“Yes, Sir. That’s my mission in life.”

——

After Bucky and Steve drove your parents to the airport to be in Brooklyn for Ray’s grandkids’ Christmas morning, you and Peach had a good long talk about everything but the baby. You had to tell Bucky next.

But you did tell her about your other realization.

“I always knew you thought differently. It is just so cool the way you can see things from different angles. But yeah, you don’t do surprises well.”

“It just feels so freeing to finally be able to name what I was feeling sometimes. Being labeled as gifted didn’t help anyone from noticing that my mind probably is atypical.”

“Girl, none of us is typical, but yeah. Being labeled as gifted sucked sometimes. But sometimes it’s kinda hot. Tell me about your praise kink and I’ll tell you about mine.”

Peach grinned at you as you laughed. Bucky and Steve walked in right at that moment.

“Oh shit, Steve. Seems like we came back just in time.”

You shook your head as Bucky came and sat on the couch between you two and reached into the bowl of popcorn you’d been sharing. Steve just reached for Peach and she floated up into his arms.

“On second thought I think I’ll let Steve tell me about it in our chalet. Oh!”

Peach was up and over Steve’s shoulder as he hauled her out of the door. You giggled and waved at her as she swatted his ass with one hand and waved back at you.

Bucky was looking at you with a scorching hot gaze, and you leaned over to kiss him, licking the butter off of his lips.

“What were we saying about a praise kink, my beautiful good girl?”

You shivered and bit your lip, but scooted away from him on the sofa. You couldn’t be distracted.

“Can we talk about that later? I’ve got something to tell you.”

Bucky’s stomach dropped, then did somersaults. Had you been too embarrassed to tell him no earlier? Were you going to dump him? He nodded and took your hand, twisting the huge rock on your finger. He was unable to form coherent words, he was so worried.

“Bucky…I’m pregnant.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He pulled back slightly, mind spinning as the room seemed to shift around him.

Pregnant. Buck stared at you, unable to process.

“I didn’t know until yesterday,” you whispered, your eyes filled with emotion.

“It explains a lot about what I’ve been feeling. And I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Bucky dreamed of getting you pregnant, but this was a detour from his plans. And he knew how you felt about surprises.

“My sweet, sweet angel Frumoasă. I’m sorry I didn’t realize…”

Bucky took your hand again and pulled you toward him so that you rested in his arms. He kissed you on the top of your head. He knew one thing: it was you and he and your family for the rest of his life. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“You okay with this? I know this wasn’t in your plans–”

He cupped your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek. And he smiled. That’s when you knew everything would be alright.

“Okay? I’m over the moon, Baby. I love you. Nothing changes that. We’re starting something new. A family. And I’ll be by your side for every step.”

He looked into your eyes and saw relief, but anxiety was still there.

“Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together. And this time, I’m not going to let you go anywhere.”

“Are you sure?” you were breathless at his certainty.

He leaned in, kissing you softly but passionately.

“I’m sure,” He whispered against your lips. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“There’s something else, Bucky…”

You told him your suspicions and Bucky was unmoved.

“I wouldn’t be surprised. But you have a beautiful mind, Love. I told you that I love the way you think the first time I met you.”

The way Bucky beamed at you with acceptance was so fucky sexy. You need him inside you like your next breath. Your kiss told him that.

“I see.”

Bucky stood up, you in his arms.

“Let’s go to bed.”

He walked into the beautiful bedroom with the huge picture window looking out onto the winter night. There was lots of moonlight reflected into the room from the snow, even with the lights off.

He laid you on the bed and you rolled away from him, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. He gave you an incredulous look as you fiddled with it.

“What are you doing?”

You bit your lip, a little bit afraid. God you needed that feeling. To turn your brain off.

“I asked Dr. Phillips a few specific questions about sex during pregnancy.”

Bucky stared at you.

“About rougher sex…” You gulped as he raised his eyebrow. “I forwarded an article.”

Bucky walked around the bed and took his phone in hand, glancing at it, and then at you, a smirk on his face. You scrambled backward and scurried into the bathroom.

“Gonna take a shower, be right back.”

You tried to turn your brain off as you went under the hot water jets. But what you truly needed was in the next room.

You came back in and Bucky was standing by the bed, in just his jeans, shirtless. The fire was roaring and he looked cold. You shuddered as he pointed to the furry rug by the bed.

You obeyed, shedding your robe and kneeling, eyes cast down. You saw his bare feet come to stand in front of you.

“You are trying to control things again, Frumoasă, sending me an article about BDSM during pregnancy. You need to learn that there are times that I’m in control in the bedroom. And I decide what happens and when.”

He reached down and tipped your chin up, looking at you with narrowed steel blue eyes.

“Now, I will teach you that lesson so that you should remember it. And although this room is sound proofed, and we are alone in this house, you need to keep quiet.”

You just stared at him, mind going almost completely blank.

He tapped you on your jaw lightly.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Bucky smiled at that, but then the sunshine went away. His smile dropped.

“And you don’t cum until I tell you to.”

Holy fuck.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Bucky’s eyes shuttered at your hoarse tone, but he stayed strong. His hands went for his zipper and you wiggled, your wetness seeping down your naked thighs. He smacked you in the face with his cock and you suppressed a giggle.

“Stay still.”

You looked up at him, eyes twinkling now.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Now be a good girl and open your mouth. Let me see that throat.”

You do as you’re told, opening wide and saying, ‘ahhhhh.’

Bucky stroked himself right there in front of you as you drooled for him.

“That’s a sweet little slut. Suck me just a little bit, baby. That mouth last week was heaven.”

He rubbed the tip of his flared head along your lips and then groaned as those lips closed around him. You sucked it like it’s the best lollipop you’d ever had.

“Fuck!”

His voice was deeper now, and it made you even wetter.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you hummed around his cock because you were in heaven. There was just this.

Just now.

You tried to take him deeper, but he didn’t let you, dragging you up gently by your arm. You stood as he sat on the edge of the bed, and then reached for you, gracefully depositing you across his lap due to his strength. Your breasts just happened to end up atop his hard cock as his large hand caressed your ass.

“You deserve a spanking for leaving me, Frumoasa. Three on each side. Count. And that is the only sound I should hear.”

You were disappointed at so few, but you knew he was going easy on you. Yet you didn’t try to push him. Not tonight.

Bucky spanked you hard, three times on each cheek, and you counted dutifully, your voice growing more ragged with each crack on your ass.

“Goood fucking girl. You took those so well.”

He reached down into your wetness with two as you squirmed on his lap because of his teasing. You wanted him inside you so bad.

“Fuck, you’re soooo wet.”

His voice was full of lust and you felt his cock pulse pre cum onto your nipples. You pussy was clenching and pulsing like crazy.

Bucky smeared your juices up and around your anus, careful not to penetrate, but driving you mad as the rough pad of his fingers played outside. You wantonly tried to push back on him, but he didn’t let you.

Bucky tsked.

“Remember, you are not in control right now. I am. That is what you need, my Love.”

His words hit you like a mack truck and your orgasm came without warning, crashing over you as your sensitive cunt clenched down around nothing.

“Damn, Frumoasă,” You could hear the smile in his voice. “I barely touched you. But I told you to ask permission. You’ll answer for that later.”

You shivered as Bucky shifted, picking you up and depositing you on your back, spreading your legs and looking at your glistening center. A thin web of his precum connected his cock to your tis, and he took himself in one hand as he smeared his fluid around your nipples.

You shuddered and bit back a moan. You were so sensitive.

His eyes were glued to your wet center as you watched his hand almost blur on his cock. You arched your back.

He tilted his head as that tongue snaked out against his lips.

“…Are you…?” His eyes slid down your body and back up to your eyes.

“Cum for me again, Frumoasă.”

You did are you were told, arching as he rubbed your nipples and twisted them gently.

“Damn. So responsive. For me. So good.”

He was climbing on the bed, kneeling between your open legs now. Then he was on top of you, kissing you, his tongue twining with yours as his cock rubbed against your cunt. Finally, he plunged inside you.

“Yesssss,” you hissed. Every thrust made you writhe beneath him. Bucky’s cock was perfect, filling you just right.

Your eyes sought his.

“Can I make noise now?”

Bucky covered your mouth in another deep kiss.

“Yes, Frumoasă. Let me hear you.”

His hands slid down to cup your ass, holding you close as he increased his pace.

“Tighter,” you whimpered. “Harder.”

“All for you,” Bucky promised. Your pussy fluttered around him.

“Don’t let me go,” you pleaded.

“Never,” Bucky soothed, stroking your thighs. “I’ll never let you go.”

You writhed as he held you down firmly, driving faster.

“Bucky!”

You grew more frantic beneath him, and he lengthened his strokes, anchoring your arms to the pillow. His cock throbbed inside you, causing you to cry out.

He leaned down and blew on your nipples and you keened, then he captured your lips, and you kissed him back like you were starving.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “You deserve everything I give you. I’m going to tell you again and again how good you are.”

You squirmed, thrashing beneath him, and his grip tightened on your wrists.

“You’re my favorite girl. You’re beautiful and perfect. You’re so good that I’m going to give you all my cum.”

“Say it again,” you begged.

“My good, good girl,” he whispered

“I’m going to come inside you, because that’s where I belong. We’re going to make lots of beautiful babies, Frumoasă. Now cum around my cock.”

You let out a wail. Your mind went blank as Bucky thrust deep inside you, pouring all his cum into you.

All you could see and feel was him.

Finally, he pulled out, looking utterly dazed, and kissed you on the forehead.

“I fucking love you, Bucky.”

His arms came up around you.

“I love you too. I love everything about you. You’re going to make a wonderful mother.” You were sated, excited and calm now.

“We should tell Peach and Steve.”

“Later,” you said at the same time, and burst out laughing.

“But let’s not wait too long,” you said.

“Tomorrow,” Bucky murmured.

“After I make you breakfast?”

He kissed you on the nose.

“Yes, that’s perfect. Daddy.”

You climbed on top of him, resting your head on his chest. He stroked your back as you felt his cock perk up again.

“Daddy…”

You sat up on him, rolling your hips. Bucky looked at you, his eyes on your swaying, and yes bigger breasts.

“You’re gonna be the death of me…”

You moved to get off of him.

“You’re right, you can’t have a heart attack now, we’ve got a child to think of.”

Bucky grabbed you and hauled your leg so that you were straddling him again. His grin wide.

“Get that ass back here…”

It was almost Christmas morning, and you had every gift you wanted, right there in that bed.

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nectardaddy · 1 day ago

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BITTER . . . kyotani “mad dog” kentaro + f! reader

𖥔 CHAPTER THREE : ROTTEN DOGS 𖥔

warnings : 17+ to read, language, crime, blood + violence, manipulation

a/n : a little short and might be a little boring but let me world build, it picks up after this trust

Kyotani runs a business through fear and dogged loyalty.

A business of bruised knuckles and broken bones, bloody noses and cracked lips. A fight club. In a dingy basement and a hushed reputation; nobodies and somebodies alike came there, and all for one thing - debt.

Shady deals are always made under the table.

They came to him in debt, he fixed the problem - for a price. He put a leash on them, made them fight; if they won, he got a cut. “No strings attached” at first glance, but someone was quick to rat out anyone who ran. Now, people look at him in disgust, in a stirring anger that festers until they're a shell of the person they once were - a dog on a chain. Pawns. Nothing more.

The “business” grew around him at a speed he couldn't comprehend. He remembered it used to be just guys beating the hell out of each other for no other reason than boredom. Now they beat the hell out of each other for cold, hard cash. Strangers, friends, and so called found family now intertwined themselves in a seedy business practice that would land them in prison - again.

Now he uses it to his advantage.

He lies, cheats, steals, and manipulates. Finds people's darkest secrets and deepest fears, and pins it above them as a warning. He ruins their lives and doesn't lose a single moment of sleep over it.

Kyotani is one felony away from his third strike; after that, he'll be put away for god knows how long.

His first was arson. After a handful of misdemeanors and recklessness, he found himself lighting a car ablaze to prove a point. The only point he found was covering his tracks better.

He thought he learned his lesson, but then came the second: armed robbery. Did it for a friend who later ratted on him the second the police got him alone. But now the felon walks the guy like a dog because of a gambling addiction and a foreclosed house - karma was a bitch. Kyotani finds it funny to see him choke on his own spit and tears when he fights, laughs when he's kicked to the ground and pleads for the fight to stop.

The guy hasn't won a single fight since he started, and won't. He'll forever be choking on the collar placed on him because the only thing rats do best is rot.

He was close to getting his third when he got arrested the last time - the time that landed him in anger management. He likes to dabble in the fights himself, but more often than not he takes it too far. He starts seeing red when they taunt and tease him, and he loses himself completely amidst the blood and sweat.

Almost got nailed with attempted murder. But he talked his way out of it at the station (in all reality, he framed someone else for it who had run too far off leash). His only misstep was trying to punch a cop when the arrest took place - oink too much and he lands in jail again - so now he takes anger management because his crooked lawyer has a silver tongue.

He's more cautious now with deals, doesn't hang around Iwa and the others now that police have sniffed them out, and keeps his own nose clean.

He makes his dogs do the dirty work for him.

They only say yes because they're scared of him, terrified of what he'd do if they dared say no. They've seen the extent of his anger, a lack of words and a plethora of pain, so they grin and bear it when given a filthy order. Even coined the name “Mad Dog” for the sole fact they thought he was fucking crazy.

But the few that aren't scared of him, the ones that bark and scratch and bite right back, he keeps. He likes those types, reminds him of himself, and he keeps them close to the fold. Yahaba was one. Knew him from high school, used to hang around Iwa's group, but wound up in a load of debt from drugs and gambling. He was a lanky guy, selfish, arrogant, and a mouth that would one day get him killed. Kyotani likes that about him. Likes that he fights back and gnashes his teeth. Likes that he can't be controlled.

But he's loyal nonetheless.

Yahaba was a one man army. He knows a bit of everything about everyone - he's the whisper in Mad Dog's ear. From liars, to thieves, and snitches, Yahaba would always find out. And would always tell Kyotani.

It's cold outside when Kyotani leaves his shitty apartment. He's got on layers, a worn out sweatshirt and an old leather jacket, but the cold eats right through them. But he doesn't have a far walk, so he sucks it up and keeps walking.

It's almost seven, and at eight he starts his nightly ritual of watching others nearly kill themselves for money. He watches the cash jar slowly fill until it spills over with bets, watches nobodies and somebodies all gather for the same ruthless thing - a good old fashioned fight.

He never understood the appeal of watching fights. It was bloody and gruesome, but he found his target audience and leaned in further when money started flooding in. It all started just so he could let his anger out. To pour out his rage onto others who willingly wanted it to begin with. Though he imagined they never expected to be beaten to a pulp - but he did it regardless. It was fun to him, a game almost. Watching other's eyes dilate with fear once he landed the first punch was like a drug.

And he simply couldn't get enough of it.

He leaves his apartment early, most days, to get to the abandoned warehouse down the street before anyone else. Despite his forthcomings, he enjoys the quiet before the storm. Likes the festering feeling in his gut before a good fight. Today isn't any different.

He takes a pack of cigarettes from his pocket along with a lighter, and lights the first one he can get his hands on. The nicotine makes his shoulders drop and he sighs.

Anger management was killing him.

It was boring and stupid, he doesn't need some therapist telling him shit he already knows. He's well aware of his anger, and doesn't care in the slightest. He has an outlet for it, the only downside is that it's not legal. But he stays despite the feelings because truly anything is better than being locked up for twenty plus years.

There's a woman there that pisses him off, his “accountability partner,” who sits there and taps her foot until he wants to throw the very chair he sits in. Who snaps back at him without a care despite a look that could kill; and there's a disgusting voice in his head that claims he likes it. Likes how she fires back with venom, likes how he can tell she's holding herself back, and likes the fact that she absolutely hates him.

He burnt his cigarette all the way down on his walk, and he flicks it to the ground when he goes to open the door. It stays unlocked, abandoned, empty, until it hits eight and then things start to pick up.

But it's seven and he only knows of one other person that would be here this early. And he's proven right once he makes his way towards the basement.

His loyal little lap dog Yahaba.

“Yaku's off the fucking rails.” The man's voice echoes in the empty room, wide and only filled with a makeshift ring in the middle. There's dried blood on the floor, some in specks and some in puddles. Looks like a crime scene in places, and probably is.

“Good for him.” The apathy in his words makes Yabaha roll his eyes. But still the other shoots him a look like he's lost his mind; Yahaba is almost certain that he has.

“No, not good for him.” He argues, “We're losing money.”

Yaku wasn't a stranger to the brawls, nor was he a stranger to a leash. A year ago he was a dog on a chain, locked down by debt from drugs and liquor. But he was ruthless, blood thirsty, and itched to sink his teeth into others despite his stature. It paid off. Now the man is owned by no one, but comes to let off steam from a failed relationship and the need to draw blood. He beats others within an inch of their lives for fun, not for debt.

There's a pause before Kyotani turns to get a good look at him, and he watches as the other keeps his gaze. He's sitting in a chair across the room with his phone in his hands, but closes it when Mad Dog finally looks at it. Yahaba was never one to back down - it would get him killed one day. “We?” The tone shift is palpable, and his eyes narrow at the man across from him. Once a dog, always a dog - and the other man knows it all too well.

He changes the subject. “He's talking to Kuroo.”

Kuroo Tetsuro, a flashy guy in a suit with a devious backdoor business of selling drugs. A lot of the people under Mad Dog are here because of him, got too caught in his suave and finesse to realize they were being swindled. A pipeline from drugs to fighting.

The blonde takes a chair opposite to Yahaba, and flips it so he straddles it. The screech of it echoes off the concrete walls, and neither of the men flinch at it. Leaning his arms against the back of it, he lets out a huff. “What's he stirring up?”

“Kuroo wants his money.” The statement hangs in the air with a weight, both men can see it.

There's a peak in his lips at the words, like he wants to laugh. To giggle and chuckle at the sinking sentence in the room - but he doesn't. He only keeps the small smirk, and the other knows all too well what it means. Kyotani would fight today, and Yaku should start getting his will together. “I'll handle it.”

“Are you sure you want to do that?” Caution in the man's voice makes Kyotani's smirk only peak a bit more.

“The rat dug his grave, the least I can do is put him in it.”

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breakyourrxles · 2 days ago

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❥between two breaths (m) | 𝟙𝟞

𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

↳ Sitting on the cusp of an irreversible decision, you effectively disappear, but your plans of doing so are thwarted by a couple of unexpected visitors showing up on your doorstep.

kim sunwoo x fem!reader (side lee juyeon x reader) — idol!sunwoo, fan/trainee!reader. forced proximity, forbidden love, friends to lovers, angst, slow burn, idolverse-typical themes regarding; dating, image, public perception, etc. happy ending, plot-heavy!! reader thinks she's nonchalant about it but she rly isn't. smut. [7,4k wc ongoing] cws: heavy themes of wanting-but-can't-having, mild jealousy, explicit sexual content, a little alcohol consumption, dancing on the edge of career suicide, poor decision making because of The Wanting.

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Thankfully, before the burden drives you mad, Woori's lips part slowly—no words spoken at first—and then eventually she says with the firmest resolution: "Are you insane?"

Upon returning to Seoul, you begin biding your time.

Emotions were running high when you said those words, and though they felt utterly truthful in the moment, you know yourself well enough to acknowledge the fact that they cannot simply be taken at face value, as they are. Not after that, not after everything you had only just come to discover.

Two days before MVNE's comeback showcase, you all but disappear.

An avalanche of calls, text messages and emails begin to cascade sooner than you had really anticipated. Suppose you thought it might take longer for people to realize that your being gone is not just a short skip off to the local cafe or the convenience store across the street. The majority of your belongings still reside in the dorm room that you've done your best to make your home—but the essentials are gone, and it is obvious enough to anyone with a mind to notice.

No time is wasted from the company's side, and with a cup of coffee in hand, you laugh to yourself as you read over the announcement of your alleged 'illness.'

They don't have any information about your whereabouts or the reasoning behind all of this, so they must err on the side of assuming that no conclusion on the matter is going to be reached in time for the showcase. You come to learn that you have 'flu-like symptoms' and your 'worsening condition' is of the utmost importance to all of them. Thus, you will be sitting out of MVNE promotions indefinitely, and further updates will be communicated at a later point in time.

Rimi's place doesn't feel as soulless now as it did the first time you ventured here.

The home is yours for as long as you need it, with Rimi off in Japan tending to business of her own. It is an excellent getaway spot that you could really only dream of in the event of being a runaway idol unsure of the future of your own career. You'll owe the company a substantial sum of money should you wish to terminate your contract early, you'll let down the rest of the girls, and ultimately; you'll also have failed yourself.

All of this weighs heavily on you, each point to be taken into careful consideration. The money is less of a concern, but the rest of your members are not deserving of as much of a tumultuous debut as they have already ended up in, and regardless of the bumps that have come to pass, success still awaits on the horizon; just out of reach, but close enough that you can see it.

What more could you have really asked for? This sort of debut, in this sort of group is the kind of thing that all aspiring idols pray about.

And instead, you are here in Pyeongchang-dong running away from it.

It has been hours since you last looked at your phone, knowing what awaits you there. You wonder if Sunwoo has heard yet—almost certainly he has now with the announcement having gone out—and if anyone knows it's fictitious, it's him.

Realistically, you know you cannot hide forever, and this point is driven home by the loud and untimely sound of someone at the front buzzing in from the intercom.

The sound of it startles you and nearly has you spilling hot liquid all over yourself, but you manage to gather yourself enough to not have to walk away from this with burn marks to accompany whatever humiliation you may face. Still, you turn and stare off towards a door that you cannot quite see from the couch that you've sat on another time before.

Any of Rimi's friends should know that she is not here, which unfortunately means that any number of yours know that you are.

Terribly unlucky, but whoever has come all this way is at least owed a conversation on the matter. You cannot run away from this forever, and eventually, the documents will need to be signed should that be the decision that you ultimately come to.

By the time your feet hit the cool marble of the floor, the buzzer is already sounding off again. This time, it is longer; less careful and brief in its alarming. Whoever is waiting on the other side of it has already grown tired of having done so, and through their only line of communication, urging you to hurry up and get this over with.

You rush over to the door, turn on the screen for the camera, and find a face that you had not at all been expecting to find staring back.

The gate crawls back against its track, the front door unlocks, and in only a few seconds time Woori has crossed the path and stands perched up in the doorway right in front of you.

Once the door has shut behind her, she only stares at you. A sort of incredulous look marks her features. Anger, disappointment, sadness… But most of all; concern.

"What's going on?" she asks, words laden with a breathless sigh as if she walked herself the whole way here. You recognize it for precisely what it is, however; a choking worry that like so many other things, this is one that is completely out of her control.

It's too late for this. Too late for all of the things that need to be said, to be said. Still, they must. Finally, the time has come where the weight of all of this can finally be relieved for better or for worse. A suicidal notion of freedom making you feel weightless in the face of any potentially disastrous outcome that awaits.

"We should talk," you say. The truth of it all resting in wait on your tongue. "For real, this time."

You tell Woori everything.

All of it, from the very beginning. You retell the history of how your friendship with Sunwoo began, how it blossomed into something you could have never anticipated, and how he was the one that not only told you about auditions opening up, but pushed you to swallow your reluctance and self-doubt to enter try-outs for yourself.

As you do so, you catch yourself reminiscing in it all as if it's a story about a person that you only vaguely know, not a recounting of your own life as you have lived it. In so many ways, it does not feel as though it is your story to tell. This is the story of another person, someone who perhaps once was you, but has long since splintered off into a person that you no longer see, much less recognize.

Woori holds a shallow glass of wine in her hand as you speak, but you're not sure that she ever sips from it. Her attention is wholly locked on you as you go over every minute detail of everything leading up until this very moment, as it all stands now.

You tell her about Juyeon, you tell her about Rimi and Kokoro, you tell her about Eric. You tell her about Sunwoo—completely truthful and in its entirety.

Heaviest of all, you tell her about the company.

When you finish, there is nothing left inside of you beyond a heavy sigh. The weight of so many lies, so much deception finally feels as though it has been lifted from you. It is something that you are unsure you can bear any longer, and so, you tell her that, too.

Picking at the skin around your nails to the point that it almost bleeds, you look down at the damage you have done. Your lips thin into a shape that so desperately wishes it could be a smile and you say, "So, that's everything. Honestly, this time." Eyes slowly creeping back up to find hers, you nod once and add, "Of course, I understand if you want me to withdraw from the group. I knew that it would probably come to this once it reached this point. It's something I'm willing to do quietly for the best of the rest of the members."

Woori stares at you in silence for a while, and for the most part, her feelings are utterly indecipherable. You do your best to try to pick out pieces of her thoughts that may be lingering on her features. A master of her craft, a completely impossible task.

Thankfully, before the burden drives you mad, Woori's lips part slowly—no words spoken at first—and then eventually she says with the firmest resolution: "Are you insane?"

Your face drops. "In… In what way?"

"All of them, really," she says. Her arms jostle around her a bit and the untouched wine in her glass sloshes about as she demonstrates her exasperation. "But what I'm referring to specifically this time is about the leaving the group thing. Are you insane? Why would I want you to leave the group over something like this? Might I remind you, this entire time all I have ever been trying to do is minimize that being a potential outcome." Woori leans forward across the couch, squints at you and continues on to say, "You really think I believed that it was just going to be a one-and-done, never gonna happen again and certainly not going to escalate, thing? Of course I knew it was going to continue! I just wanted you to trust me enough to help you… Well, not end up here, I guess."

Your heart sinks hearing the words, and the truth of the matter is that the writing has always been on the wall. Woori's actions line up perfectly in relation to the words that she's saying now; you've never had a reason not to trust her beyond your own unwillingness and terror. You didn't trust her, and you wouldn't trust Sunwoo, either. Two people who have done nothing but extend themselves in an effort to minimize the impact of a decision that you were always going to make.

"Didn't really anticipate you going all scorched earth with Juyeon, though," she adds.

Groaning, you toss yourself back against the couch. "It wasn't exactly thought-out."

"And of course, it didn't scorch the earth, either. That guy really is just absolutely crazy about you."

Looking up towards the ceiling, you give time for the concept of that to truly wash over you. It feels new and old simultaneously and in ways that you find you don't quite have the means to articulate. Something you have known forever and yet, are only just discovering.

"I think he always has been."

"Obviously," Woori says, your obliviousness punctuated by her tone. "He wanted you to audition because he both wanted you to debut and because he wanted to close the otherwise insurmountable distance that would always stand between the two of you. Surely you understand that now."

"That night in Germany… I told him I wanted to quit, that I didn't want to do this anymore. I don't know why but I thought he'd be happy about it. I expected him to be glad because if one of us isn't doing this anymore then at least it's only one person's career that's hanging in the balance, you know?"

Cocking her head slightly, Woori looks at you with a sort of knowing grin pressed into her lips and she says, "But he wasn't happy, was he?"

Slightly shaking your head, you recall the moment as if even now you cannot help but disbelieve the way that it had all played out. "Nope, not at all. Not even a little bit."

"If the cost of being with you means sinking your career then it's not worth it to him," she reasons. To her, you realize, this is all the most simplistic thing in the world. "He'd rather watch from afar and weather the treacherous storm of his feelings forever. Sunwoo isn't a bad guy, you should give him a little bit more credit than that. You've wanted this for years; you've trained and auditioned, suffered and overcome the sort of breakneck-paced schedule from debut to now that a lot of people would not even survive, much less thrive in. You thrive. He's not going to let you throw it away when all it means is that you still have to suck face in the privacy of unmarked cars and hotel rooms. It's not like it would really make that much of a difference to your lives. The two of you will never be holding hands walking down the street."

Your head flops lifelessly to the side so that you can look at Woori once more and you say, "And the rest of MVNE? This is all going to become a situation now. I've disappeared and they're going to start investigating. They're going to find out, it's no longer a matter of if, but when. So, what's going to happen when the meeting is called and they motion for my withdrawal?"

"Then we fight it, stupid." Woori squints at you like she doesn't understand why you're asking the question, at all. "Groups have done it before. If they want to play stupid games then they can win all of the stupid prizes they could ever ask for, and we have nine more where you came from."

The smile that creeps up on your face precludes the tears that otherwise threaten to come. Instead, Woori scoots across the expensive furniture and wraps her strong arms around you in an embrace that you have needed to feel from her for a long, long time.

She has always been on your side, you only needed to allow her to be.

With a sniffle and the nonchalant wiping of her hand across her eye, Woori flashes you a smile and adds in: "By the way, I have something to confess, myself. You have to promise you won't be mad, though."

Reluctantly, you agree to her terms.

Digging her phone out of her bag, she swipes and taps across the screen for a moment before simply setting it down into her lap and staring at you with a wide and fairly unnerving smirk.

"Wha—"

Before you can get the question out, a loud chime resonates through the entirety of the home. It frightens you, first and foremost, unfamiliar with the intricacies of a place of this magnitude, before eventually coming to realize that you suppose it must be the doorbell.

Why a house with a gate, buzzer and security at the front of the neighborhood needs a doorbell, you may never really know.

Woori appears unperturbed by this which, when coupled with her alluding statement prior, leads you to believe that whatever—or whoever—this is, is a concoction of her own making. Your being here is not meant to be a reunion of any kind, and so it is not at all ideal that more people come to learn of the fact that you are here. Unfortunately, whoever it is is already here, and so you have no other choice than to face what awaits you.

And if your meeting with her today has taught you anything, it is that you have no reason not to trust her.

Making your way down the hall, you catch a glimpse of yourself in a mirror hung against the wall. You look terrible; barely slept, barely eaten, barely cared for yourself and especially not your appearance in the last couple of days leading up to your eventual vanishing. It's not a great time for visitors, but maybe that's just the idol in you talking.

You don't turn the security screen on before opening the door. Just another small signal of your willingness to let go.

The door pulls open slowly, and suppose you didn't know what to expect once you reached this foyer; only that this most certainly wasn't it.

"Crazy person delivery," Sunwoo says. "You thought you could disappear to Pyeongchang-dong and I just wouldn't find out about it? Yeah right!"

Stunlocked, Sunwoo gently pushes his way inside and before the door even has a chance to close, you hear Woori shouting from the living room. "Don't take credit for the fact that you're here! I told you to come! You're not a detective!"

Sunwoo rolls his eyes, leans in towards you and whispers, "Romance is dead, huh? Can't even pretend I tracked you down out of pure adoration and spite anymore." He turns his head back towards where the voice had come and then shouts, "You can't talk to me like that! I'm your senior!" Then, back towards you he goes. He says, "I love pulling that out of a hat when I need it, works every time."

Eyes wide and still standing in silence, you stare at Sunwoo as if you expect the vision of him to dissipate any moment now. He kicks his shoes off and pulls the hoodie over his head to hang up by the door. His hair is a mess, but he's wearing make-up. Has he just come from a schedule? How did he get here? You have a lot of questions but no idea where to start.

Then Woori arrives at the entryway, flashes you a smile, and begins gathering her things.

This is enough to break you from your trance. Your sights dart from her, to Sunwoo, back to her and as she pulls on her shoes you say, "Wait, you're leaving?"

"Yeah! I can't stay here, it'll be a much bigger situation if we both go off the grid, don't you think? Besides, I have to talk to the girls, we need a game plan going forward."

"You're leaving him here? With me?"

Woori flashes you a sort of condescending look and then says, "Oh yeah, I'm sure you're really bummed about that."

Glancing back towards Sunwoo, he is idly meandering around the home and taking in the sights. As far as you can tell, his attention is so far from the conversation you are having with your bandmate and in fact, he appears far too content for how absurd this whole thing has now become.

"Wait! How is he getting back?" you ask.

Pausing, Woori appears as though she considers the question for all but a second, shrugs, and says, "I don't know. Ask him."

"How are you getting back!?"

Sunwoo's head snaps towards you, as if he is not anticipating being addressed at all. "Manager? How else would I get anywhere?"

Closing your eyes, you press the heel of your palms hard into them in hopes that at some point, you will no longer feel like the most logical person in the room.

"Anyway, I'm going," Woori announces, the door in front of her already ajar. "I don't know if it's wise to text from now until you're back home, so stay safe and you're welcome back whenever you're ready. I would say don't do anything stupid but…" Her attention draws towards Sunwoo specifically. "He's already here and you already did, so. There's that."

Sunwoo's face twists mockingly. "Very funny!"

"See you!"

The door shuts, Woori disappears behind it, and now only you and Sunwoo remain in the quiet, empty liminality of a Pyeongchang-dong mansion.

In the privacy now allotted to you, the hours pass by through simple, affectionate touches and light kisses that linger on your skin long after the lips that left them have departed.

As the time dwindles, however, you are forced to come to terms with your lack of planning as far as being in this space is concerned. Rimi does not live here full-time—something you have known—but once the door to the refrigerator and numerous kitchen cabinets are opened, the realization becomes just that much more stark.

There is enough stress on your shoulders already, the weight of everything that follows you even this far away from the heart of it all. A hiccup such as this one feels insurmountable when faced with all the rest, but when you look at Sunwoo and his sort of effortless whimsy in spite of it, a small bit of the struggle is indeed chipped away.

Without a word, food arrives at the doorstep and you only become aware of it when the driver buzzes in from the driveway. Sunwoo quickly scrambles to his feet with a big smile and a brief glance back at you that insists for you to acknowledge that he has done a good job; he has, he always does, and that is sort of why you have landed yourself in this predicament to begin with.

"When's the last time we've shared a meal?" Sunwoo asks through a mouthful of noodles, "It has to be before you became a trainee, right?"

"There's the cafe, or that time we went across the street to the store after you were out drinking with the guys."

He shakes his head. "That doesn't count. Actually, that time I took you out after Idol Radio. That counts. Our first foray into what it might be like going forward."

"How could I have forgotten about that?"

Bent in half and leaning against the kitchen island, Sunwoo shoots a glance at you and says, "Because you were too busy stressing yourself into an early grave to even enjoy it, probably."

Perhaps there is some truth to that.

"At the very least," he adds, "This scenario is a little too life-altering to not remember it, so I have that going for me."

"I never even got around to asking Woori how she figured out where I was…" You take a bite out of a dumpling, grimace at its bizarre texture, and let it fall from your fingers back into the plastic container from which it came. "I probably have to start coming to terms with the fact that I'm not even half as clever as I think I am."

"Yeah, it would be a good time for that. Also, it's not hard to figure that out. She's friendly enough with the other guys to follow the breadcrumbs back to your friend."

You look at him with narrow eyes. "And then she decided it was a good idea to tell you."

"It was a good idea, because I'm probably the only person who can talk you down from making a truly insane career decision." Finishing his bite, Sunwoo pushes the cartons of food in front of him away, turns to give you his full attention and leads his thoughts with an already exhausted sigh. He says, "It's kind of funny looking back, because you used to be the one with your head screwed on right when it came to all of this, not me. I mean, I was just going along with it because really, you were right. But now…?"

A small pause follows as he thinks through his next step, but he arrives at it fairly quickly.

"Bit of an overcorrection, don't ya think?"

What little appetite you had originally leaves you entirely then. This conversation—a conversation that is so long overdue—is one that you knew would be rearing its ugly and uncomfortable head from the moment you saw Sunwoo walking in through that door. More realistically, however, it has been needed for months; since the first kiss, since all of the others after it, since that night in your dorm and since Sunwoo's overarching and unending willingness to bear all to you and receive little-to-nothing in return.

But especially since that night abroad.

The breath you take is an obvious one, and Sunwoo's eyes never leave you all the while. He grants you the quiet space you ask from him without a single word uttered, merely watching and listening for you to finally be willing to take this quest on and move forward with whatever your choice may be.

You know what you want, but can you have it?

With a fingertip idly tapping into the black marble countertop, your lips part to speak despite the way they feel utterly lost in your throat.

And just before you manage a single word, Sunwoo stretches forward and takes your fidgeting hand into his, gently pulling you away and out of the kitchen.

"Let's get cozy," he says. "Being surrounded by knives is no way to navigate this sort of thing. Ya know, just in case I say something that doesn't land as I might have hoped it would."

"You think I'm going to stab you."

"I think it'd solve, like, most of your problems! Though it may raise a whole mess of other ones."

It takes much longer than anticipated to get the intricacies of the fireplace figured out, but once the flame comes to life, the tension melts and drains from your bones.

Sunwoo can't sit still, not until everything is perfectly in place according to whatever mental imagery he has concocted in his mind. He doesn't say it aloud, nor do you ask, but you know him well enough to understand that there is a particular series of events that must play out; an idea of a scene that exists in the theoretical that plagues the fantastical, dreamy hopeful in ways that you may never truly come to make sense of. A hopeless romantic in every sense of the word, and you have no other option than to allow him to go through the motions until it all comes to fruition.

Thus, pillows and blankets are thrown on the floor into a pile, and with the only thing left in the house being expensive wine, a bottle of that is popped open, too.

You watch him make his way back over to the middle of the living room with two empty wine glasses in one hand and the bottle in another. As usual, a loose hoodie and even looser jeans draped from his body and at a glance to anyone not knowing any better he could pass for someone with no business having the alcohol in hand.

Holding the items up for display, Sunwoo cracks a proud grin and says, "Okay, now we're ready. Romance isn't dead, after all!"

With glasses half-full and the fire quietly crackling ahead, the two of you take a moment to sit together in silence—offering nothing more. No words are spoken, no movements are made to close the physical distance and connect your bodies in any fashion whatsoever. In all truthfulness, you take the time to acknowledge Sunwoo's often overlooked emotional intelligence; always seemingly able to understand precisely what you want and need from him without even needing to utter a word.

Now, he knows that you do not wish to be pressed further for answers. The answers that the both of you seek already sit with you together in this vast, empty room. They will come in due time, and any urgency he could display is ill-suited for the delicacy of the topic at hand.

The first sip of wine you take is a bit longer and stiffer than originally intended to be, but once the harsh bitterness hits your tongue you realize that you're going to need just a little bit more liquid courage than you had hoped in order to finally lay your truth out onto the table.

It is difficult, but Sunwoo deserves this. Both of you do.

Turning to look at him, you hold the glass between both of your hands, cradling it far gently than what is necessary; just like your heart that you've been desperately hoping to shield from harm.

"So, I guess this is the end then," you say to start. Your voice trembles ever so slightly, and for once, you don't bother making an effort to steady it. "Or the beginning, I'm not really sure which it is yet."

"Both," Sunwoo says with a nonchalant shrug. "The end of one thing, the beginning of another. Both things can be true." Looking at you, he scoots himself a bit closer but still does not make physical contact of any kind. "It all depends on what you want, what you're willing to take on. It always has."

"It's going to be a nightmare, you know that."

"Yeah, for a while, but it'll pass. We don't have to go public, you know. That can be a problem for another day."

"I know." You take another sip, this one smaller than the one prior. "I guess I just feel like… It's better to take on the worst of it and just get it over with as quickly as possible, you know?"

"Yes, you're a doomsday-er, I've long since gathered that much." Sunwoo rolls his eyes, finally swaying himself enough to bump your shoulder with his own. He says, "The company situation is going to be bad enough, I'm not going to lie to you. Once they figure out that their little set-up didn't go to plan and that we figured it out and even worse, are moving forward with things…" He pauses, and for what might be the first time, you see the light wash of fear draped across his features. Eventually though, Sunwoo must catch himself in the midst of it all and he forces a smile, saying, "Well, let's just say it won't be the best day either of us have ever had!"

Your eyes fall down to the glass still clutched within your hands, and though your chest is tight and throat stinging with terror; what other options do the two of you have moving forward?

"We…" The word drips from your mouth slowly, bitter and heavy with the sort of vile falsehood that you promised yourself to never succumb to moving forward. It is a last ditch effort now—the final option—the only remaining time that the two of you have to cut your losses and try to move on with your hearts merely functionally intact. "We… Don't have to do this. If it's too hard, too much trouble. There's no glory in forcing it if it's the wrong choice."

Slowly turning to look at you, Sunwoo waits patiently for your eyes to drag upwards to meet him. What is there for you, however, is not a sadness or concern that you might have come to expect. Instead, a small smile tugs at a corner of his lips—at odds with the words you have just said before. What you find there is a truth that you realize you have been exerting far too much effort into ignoring, and now, that wall is suddenly crumbling away.

Sunwoo huffs a laugh out from under his breath, rolls his eyes and says, "You're ridiculous, you know that? Are you like, being obtuse on purpose, or something? Of course we have to do this…" Turning back to face the warm, ambient flicker of the fire, Sunwoo shakes his head gently as if still in disbelief of your unwillingness to accept what is now an unshakably obvious fact to the both of you.

"I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for a while, which you have gone to impressive lengths to somehow not notice. So, yeah, we kind of do have to do this now, because it's too late and we're in too deep to just go on pretending it isn't what it is." His head falls back lazily, face tilted up towards the ceiling, clearly exhausted by your obliviousness. Fair enough. He says, "And I don't know if you realize this yet, but you're in love with me, too. If I have to act out this whole confession scene between the both of us just by myself I'm going to put my head in the fireplace. This is utterly excruciating."

A deep sigh rolls out from you, no point in arguing with the point and fighting this any further. "Yeah, I guess unfortunately I am."

"Unfortunately!?"

"Well, my life would certainly be much more carefree if that weren't the case."

"It'll be worth it," Sunwoo says, leaning to the side to rest his head on your shoulder. "They'll have to kill me to keep me away from you at this point, and while they definitely have nasty methods of trying to get what they want, I don't think they're willing to stoop down that low, at least."

Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, you linger in place there and quietly say, "You should go back. It's getting late and it's a long drive."

But to that, Sunwoo hums and says, "No, I don't think I will, actually." His tone is sarcastic, a little comically inclined that you know well enough alludes to something else on his mind that has not yet been spoken of. A stray fingertip finds the skin of your hip from underneath your sweater shortly thereafter, and for as much as he may understand you, in a lot of ways, the same can be said for you about him. "I can go back early in the morning and still make my schedule, I'd rather spend the night here with you."

"We have about five bedrooms to choose from," you say, attempting to play off the way that his insistence makes you feel. "Or we can stay here all night, your choice."

Mulling over his options for only a second of time, Sunwoo nods along with the decision it appears he has made and says, "I want the biggest one you got—with a bathroom! Truly living in the lap of luxury now!"

"Enjoy it while you can, who knows what awaits us in the morning."

Moving to stand and struggling to make it to his feet, Sunwoo groans along with the mere mention of having to return to his typical life. "I know exactly what awaits us in the morning, and it's going to be a nightmare, so let's put a pin in that for the rest of the evening and just… pretend that that isn't the case until we have no other choice but to face it. Deal?"

You nod, accepting the terms. "Deal."

With both of your bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat, Sunwoo—ravenous as he is idealistic—pries himself from your limbs and allows for new air to waft over your heated, sated skin. There is a long silence that follows once heaving chests find a more calmed rhythm, neither of you daring to utter the first word just yet. Perhaps he shares the thought that sits so pertinent in your mind: to enjoy this for what feels like the last time, even if it is not exactly that.

Instead of speaking, Sunwoo rolls to the far end of the bed and takes his phone into hand.

"What are you doing?" Curiosity paired with the strangeness of the action gets the best of you, proving that you no longer have the strength to continue along with the charade. Sunwoo continues typing for a moment without acknowledging your words, but it's not long before his head flops to the side, and a grin tugs at one corner of his lips.

"Telling my manager I'm not coming home tonight."

"I'm sure that will go over well."

He shrugs, slumped against a pile of messed up bedding and pillows. "Doesn't matter if it does or not. I'll make it back in time for schedules and I'll do my job just as well as I always do it. Shouldn't that be what's important? He doesn't want to babysit me any more than I want him to."

"A stern talking-to will be waiting, that's for sure. Running off with me is probably far from what he had been hoping for."

"He has known about us for a while," Sunwoo says, and the tone in his voice alludes to it being a completely inconsequential matter in ways that are not at all in line with the reality either of you are facing. Your face contorts into something that you can only imagine being read as horrified, and he huffs out a laugh as a result. "I mean, the guy has worked with me for a long time, and has been involved in enough of our passing matters to not be blind to the obvious writing on the wall. Yeah, it's not ideal the way this has all turned out but… Oh well!"

Laid out against the mattress, your eyes drift from Sunwoo and instead settle onto the plain vastness of the high ceiling above. There is a kind of tranquility that has found its way nestled into your bones when the topic comes up now, and you wonder how much of that is your acceptance of there being no good or easy way out of this swamp.

Those final two words ring through your ears repeatedly long after they leave his lips: Oh well. What's done is done, and as far as Sunwoo is concerned there is little point in wallowing on the matter.

"Will you quit if I do?" you ask.

There is no thought behind the question when you pose it to him, a passing thought with no particular start or end point in mind. You don't look at him once it leaves your lips, waiting once again in silence for an answer that you feel confident in already knowing.

And making oneself smaller for love is hardly any kind of love, at all.

After a few beats of no response, you hear Sunwoo pull in a breath. "No, I won't," he says. "And neither will you. You're not a quitter, you've made it this far. If they want to make the worst choice they could make and cut your contract for this then that's on them, but don't give them the easy way out. Make them do it."

"And if they do?"

"They won't." Rolling onto his side, Sunwoo slings an arm over your chest and uses the leverage it gives him to shorten the distance between the two of you. He says, "MVNE are too successful and you're already a year in. I mean, sure, groups have had member losses early—I should know—but they'd be foolish and taking a huge risk chopping the line-up like this right now. They'd have to lie about the reason and then cut you a fat check for you to keep your mouth shut about it, and the last thing any company wants to do is pay out an idol. Don't worry about it, you're going to be fine."

Turning to look at him again, your eyes meet his and he looks up at you with the sort of joyful, boyish exuberance that he always carries. The kind that betrays the severity of any given situation, the kind that you have learned to very much appreciate.

It all sort of melts away.

"Woori said she and the girls are going to figure out a plan, just in case," you say through a heavy sigh. "So, when I go back, I suppose I'll move forward with them on my side."

"You were never even half as alone as you thought you were," Sunwoo says. A hand of his finds yours, interlocking your fingers as yet another reminder of the fact. "You're going to get through this, and who knows, maybe your mysterious illness will clear up in time for your comeback showcase, too."

Narrowing your eyes, you say, "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Damn right I would! I've seen the outfits sitting in the fitting rooms, sheesh."

Playfully nudging an elbow into him does little to deter his advances, and you suppose that's just another thing about Sunwoo that you like, too.

Overhead, the bright lighting from the enormous bathroom mirror illuminates your surroundings. As you stare at yourself in the reflection, you cannot help but think of how similar it is to the many times you have been seated for poking and primping from any number of stylists. Always in preparation. Not unlike now.

Sunwoo's alarm begins to sound off just beyond the open door.

This too feels familiar. The same adrenaline that courses through your veins as you stand backstage, waiting for the staff to give the final signal for you and your members to go on stage, begins to flow through you. It is muted, there is no stage and no performance to give, but the feelings of anticipation and hopefulness drive you all the same. In the other room, you can hear Sunwoo roll himself out from between the sheets with a semi-confused groan—likely due to your not being there beside him—but seems to pass quickly in favor of the ticking clock.

Gathering your courage, you do your best to settle your nerves. The bathroom is spacious but it only requires a handful of steps to lead back into the darkness of the room. He hasn't bothered with a light and you don't particularly blame him; it's too early in the morning, and he hadn't brought a whole lot with him to begin with.

"Sunwoo," you say, still shrouded in what is mostly darkness from his own perspective. From where Sunwoo stands, there is light emptying in from a place behind you, but it offers him little as far as deciphering your features is concerned.

Seated and slumped at the edge of the bed with wild hair and a shirt that has only begun being pulled onto his limbs, Sunwoo turns slightly to at least acknowledge that you've spoken to him, though his back faces you. "Yeah? You're up already…" His voice is heavy and groggy, still laden with the sleep that has only just left him. "Why're you up?"

You've been busy while he has slept.

Reaching up, your hand finds the lightswitch and flickers it on. Sunwoo winces at the intrusion to his senses, and you take his temporary blindness as an opportunity to fully enter the room and make your way to the destination in mind. It isn't the bed, as you figure he might think. Instead, you stand perched up by the bedroom door.

Next to your already packed belongings.

It takes a few moments for Sunwoo to collect himself and finish pulling on his shirt, but once he does, his head finally turns to locate where you've ended up and his face deadpans with a shocking quickness. His eyes remain glued to the small amount of things you have stationed there; a large backpack, a handbag for a laptop and some other, minor items, and then, they carefully make their way back up to you.

Neither of you speak for a while, and the bizarreness of the silence has you nearly second guessing your decision as a whole. Sunwoo looks at you with a sort of dumbfounded expression, his lips parting ever so slightly as if he wants to speak but doesn't yet have the words to accurately portray his thoughts. You wait longer, lingering in this no matter how uncomfortable it may be, because more than anything you need to hear whatever it is that his most genuine reaction is intended to be.

Then finally, he says it: "You don't have to come with me if you're not ready yet."

Your body has become so accustomed to expecting the worst case scenario that enough tension has built to withstand any kind of impact. It takes far too long for his words to sink in, for his earnestness to wash over you and begin to break down the wall that you have started to construct, but once it does, the breath that leaves you is one that carries all of the worries you've been holding in along with it.

"People might see us together," Sunwoo adds, as if to ensure that you're fully aware of any risks that may come with traversing this immediate future together with him.

"I don't care if you don't," you say with a lazy, somewhat noncommittal shrug, "but I'll stay behind if it's what's best for you."

Sunwoo huffs and quickly brings himself to his feet. The movement is all dangling, tired limbs and his head lazily lolling back and to the side—maybe even an eye roll—too exhausted to engage in the typical, playful lambasting of you, but no intention of allowing this to go unaddressed, either.

He crosses the room, stills in front of you, and just stares. The fatigue is deeply laden all across his face, and the stylists are going to have their work cut out for them once he makes it into that chair. Suppose you're no better off once you step across that threshold, though what waits for you back in that city is far less welcoming than a smudge of eyeliner and a hint of shimmer eyeshadow.

It doesn't really matter right now, though.

Inching towards you, Sunwoo presses a light, chaste kiss against your lips, nudges you with an elbow and then says, "It's a long drive, we should go."

Slinging your bags over your shoulder, you follow Sunwoo. Your heart and trust fully his, but the dread still held inside remains yours, and yours alone.

#sunwoo smut #tbz smut #the boyz smut #sunwoo x reader #sunwoo imagines #sunwoo scenarios #tbz x reader #tbz imagines #tbz scenarios #the boyz x reader #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop smut

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blackcatxmagic · 2 days ago

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"That's because you are special," Leo told Corey, and he meant it, surprised by how much he meant it. It just seemed like Corey didn't realize how great he was and how much he had to offer, which Leo hated. When Leo had a one-night stand with a guy, usually everyone was on the same page. With Corey, he wasn't sure what this was going to be. While he wouldn't say no to doing things with Corey on a regular basis, Leo had stopped planning things when it came to this sort of thing. Before it was because he was constantly moving around, but eventually Leo just stopped letting people get close to him. It felt too dangerous. But probably he could use more friends, and if those friends turned out to be friends he got naked with sometimes, then even better. But one thing Leo was sure of was that whatever happened tonight, he wanted to make sure Corey had a good time. There was something so sweet and innocent about the man that just made Leo feel protective, especially when he learned that Corey didn't do this sort of thing a lot, that he did not in fact have a line of people wanting to date him. "I think that the people in this town just can't see what they've got when it comes to you," Leo told Corey, surprising himself with his sincerity. Still, he kept his hand on the other man's thigh, giving it another squeeze, letting it drift just ever so slightly higher. God, Corey was beautiful. Leo couldn't get over it.

The way that Corey blushed caused Leo to smile; he liked seeing the effect he was having on the man, and it made Leo want to try even harder to make that blush happen. With one hand still on his thigh, Leo reached with his other hand to run his fingers through that incredible hair. Was this what other people felt with Leo himself? It was soft and thick and perfect, and Leo looked into Corey's eyes for a moment before leaning in and kissing him softly. While he wanted to deepen the kiss, to slide his tongue into Corey's mouth, he felt maybe this wasn't the place for it, that Corey might not be comfortable with Leo pulling him into his lap, which he wanted to do. So Leo just broke the kiss and pulled back, smiling at the other man. "You're good at that," Leo said, giving Corey another quick kiss. Then he asked, "Do you want to get out of here?"

A few minutes later, they were sitting in the car that Leo had called, sitting in the backseat, and as it headed to Leo's cabin, he pulled Corey into his lap finally, positioning him so he was straddling his waist, and then Leo kised the other man the way he'd wanted to in the bar: deeply, passionately, desire coursing through him. He hoped the trip home wouldn't take too long.

Corey’s cheeks flushed under Leo’s teasing comment, his smile widening as a rush of warmth ran through him. Leo’s words were a mix of sweet and suggestive, and Corey felt his heart pick up pace. "You’re... really good at making someone feel special," he said softly, his gaze dropping to his drink for a moment as he tried to remain as cool, calm, and collected as possible. The warmth of Leo’s hand on his thigh sent a shiver through him, and he bit his lip to hide the fact that it made him feel a little more than flustered. It had admittedly been a while since Corey had been the subject of such attention.

He laughed softly at the mention of beating them off with a stick, finding Leo’s humour both a little crass and endearing. It seemed that they shared the same kind of immaturity, which was nice. The last thing Corey needed was to make a fool of himself by laughing at a comment like an immature school boy would have. "I mean, I wouldn’t exactly mind if I got some attention," Corey admitted with a shrug, his voice a little quieter as he tried to come across as casual, unphased, even. "But I think you’re giving me way too much credit."

"I think that could be considered a date if both participants want to consider it as a date," Corey suggested with another shrug. He didn't have the most experience with one night stands, but he thought that the scenario could read differently depending on the people and their feelings; it didn't always have to be a one night stand, though something about Leo's casualness and flirty nature made Corey think that Leo wasn't afraid of them all being one night stands.

His laughter returned as Leo brought the conversation to their hair. At first, the comments were playful, and a nice call back to how they had met, but then playful turned into suggestive. Corey could no longer control the deep blush that arose on his face, but honestly? He no longer felt the need to. He had a feeling that Leo seeing him vulnerable would be more than welcomed. It all felt so good, the attention that Leo was giving him, the touches, the reassurance, and the flirty comments. Despite his anxiety being ever-present inside of him, Corey was extremely excited to find out where this were to go. "That sounds great," he nodded, definitely interested in going home with Leo.

#interaction*#interactions: leo #leo & corey

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patrice-bergerons · 2 years ago

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Okay but Bond trusting Dench!M to be the one who kills him--a reverse Istanbul if you will.

Specifically a fic set in an M lives AU where it's now a few years post Skyfall, she has since retired, Bond still works for MI6 but has retired from active service as well; he and Q are in a stable, happy relationship and he and M have grown quite close since then. A set up like in the I could always move in with you verse.

Except, MI6 then needs to run a highly risky and highly off the books mission where if they get caught it will deny all knowledge because the political consequences are disastrous. And Bond volunteers to do it because there is still no one else both as competent and willing to risk their neck as he is without expectation of reward or rescue should things go south.

And he asks Mansfield to help run it alongside Q because Mallory cannot be tied to it in any shape or form and also because he trusts her to choose England every single time if it comes down to a choice between his life and his country.

Because he isn't sure that had it been Q they were sending into the field, he himself would have been able to make that call--not anymore, not again. Q has always been stronger than him, but more so perhaps he doesn't want Q to have to live with that burden for the rest of his life.

So he asks and trusts his oldest friend to carry it for them both instead.

#james bond #00q #dench!m #fic ideas #and the fic is from her pov so the reader also sees how #when they in fact do run into those close calls #she is as ruthless and snappy as always reminding Q to choose the mission over Bond at every turn #(not that Q rly needs reminding but it is easier when it's someone else telling you to put your fiance in peril time and again #rather than having to make that call yourself and she is aware this is exactly what bond has asked of her)#but internally she detests it #bc bond was always her favourite and now she has let herself get too close #now he is her (only) friend #it would ultimately be ok though - mission a success and bond alive at the enr of it if only barely #👀

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constellationguy · 3 months ago

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Lies the Genshin Men say

*little explicit here and there*

Explicit sections: Childe, Dottore-ish, Kaeya, Baizhu

The Harbingers

Pierro: He says he prefers to see you in his colors, mainly blues and black. Truthfully he adores you in red. He can’t keep his hands off you when you wear red. He also buys you anything that’s red, dresses, shoes, lipstick, flowers, all because the color reminds him of you. For events he prefers you to wear jewelry with darling bright sapphires but your jewelry case is filled with too many rubies to count.

Il Capitano: He says he prefers his hair straight and unrestrained. The truth is he will fall asleep if you play with or style his long back hair. Capitano feels the most loved when you are braiding his hair or giving him a scalp massage. When he misses you he braids his hair but he starts at the nape of his neck because his big fingers can’t braid from the top of his head like you do.

Pantalone: He claims he doesn’t care what perfume you wear. This statement is partly true. During galas and social functions he tells you to wear sents that are known to be pricey but not oppressive, expensive and understated he says. However at home he loves your natural sent, with out shame he will set you on his lap and tuck his face into your neck and take a deep breath, it seems like a sigh but he really is smelling you.

Childe: He tells you he loves everything about you equally, but it’s clear that he adores your boobs the most. Ajax loves to hug you from behind and squeeze or caress your chest while hugging you and will whine and beg to let him if you deny him. He loves to burry his head in your chest after a long day. When you don’t wear a bra you can persuade him to do pretty much anything.

Scaramouche: He tells you that he doesn’t care if you learn Japanese or not. In reality his knees will buckle if you call him “anata”, after you two got married. When you speak with him in Japanese he is so much more animated and emotional. His heart swells with pride when you two speak Japanese in domestic settings. Sing to him in Japanese and he will cry and or fall asleep.

Dottore: He claims to be dominant, which he is, most of the time. He will boss anyone around and make them conform to his will, but he will burn the world for you if you wanted. You tell him to jump and he will ask how high. He will also be extra pliant if you tug on his hair a bit.

Mondstadt

Albedo: He tells you he doesn’t mind not having a “domestic” relationship. In truth he loves seeing you play with Klee. He loves when you cook for him. He loves coming home to you, if he could freeze time to stay in those homey moments he would.

Diluc: He tells everyone that he doesn’t play any instraments. However at home he will play the sweetest melodies for you on the piano. His playing is for your ears only. The only other people he will play for is your future children.

Kaeya: He promises you that he will never hurt you. However, he will bite, scratch, and suck on your skin all day every day if you let him. He adores leaving possessive marks on you as well as giving you painful pleasure, the best kind of pleasure in his book.

Venti: He claims to be chill and not possessive at all. But he will stare and scowl at people being flirty with you. He will place his hands possessively on your waist when anyone gets too close to you. He would keep you locked up at home if he could, he just could never share you with anyone.

Liyue

Baizhu: Baizhu claims to dislike your bossiness, but in fact in almost any scenario it kinda turns him on. He loves when you use him for your own pleasure. He loves when you tell him what to do to make you happy or to get you off.

Xiao: He tells you that he doesn’t want anymore people in his life. However, he truly wants a few kids of his own running about, helping him make breakfast for you every morning. The thing he wants most is a family with you.

Zhongli: Not exactly a lie but Zhongli doesn’t like you eating non home cooked food. Any food that isn’t made by someone he trusts, he won’t let you eat. However whenever you’re feeling down or kind of out of it he will order food and bring it home to make you smile.

Inazuma

Goro: He tells everyone who asks that he hates his ears and tail touched, everyone is too rough with them. On the other hand, you’re so gentile with him, when you play with his hair that he can’t help but enjoy when you gently pet his ears.

Kazuha: He will tell you that the world is inspiration. He tells you his poems stem from the sights he sees and emotions he feels as he travels. But in truth Kazuha has not written one poem without you on his mind, you have been his muse and inspiration since you met.

Ayato: He says he doesn’t mind what you wear. But he can’t help but feel happy when you wear the expensive silk sets he bought you. Silk just fits you for some reason. To him silk complements your soft skin perfectly, the smooth reflective fabric just radiants and amplifies your beauty.

Heizo: Whenever he is tired he will go on and on about how he “isn’t sleepy” or how he’s “just gonna rest his eyes.” This man is stubborn when it comes to going to bed. He just wants to spend more time with you. You might have to make him tea and scratch his back while he lays on you to get him to fall asleep without a fuss.

Thoma: He claims to be neither here or there on who cooks meals. In actuality in his brain he cries and begs for your cooking. It could be any cuisine and he will be happy. He just loves your cooking and your adoration especially after a long day of taking care of others.

Itto: Itto tells anyone and everyone that he’s married to you. He just loves you so much and fantasizes about your wedding to much sometimes he forgets you’re not actually married yet.

Sumeru

Alhaitham: He tells you that you can sleep by yourself. In reality you and him both know you can’t sleep without each other. If you’re angry with him and you sleep on the couch you two will end up making up in the night when he comes to pick you up and take you back to your shared bed.

Cyno: He claims to not get jealous often but truthfully he craves your attention and gets jealous when he doesn’t get it. He knows how his friends don’t favor his humor so he gets a little insecure when you laugh at their jokes sometimes. Just know he will be clingy behind closed doors to make up for being jealous of his own friends.

Kaveh: Everyday he tells you that he won’t overwork himself, he will take breaks today. He doesn’t, no matter how determined he is he will not take a break until you make him. On days when he’s stuck in his head you have to visit him while he’s at work or at home so he can come back down to earth here and there.

Tighnari: He will complain anyone who will listen about how he hates going into Sumeru city for one thing or another. However he will be giddy when he goes onto Sumeru City to visit you. While he doesn’t like the city, it isn’t so bad when you’re with him.

Fontaine

Lyney: He claims to love all the ways you touch him. However he does have a favorite, he loves when you scratch and massage his back. When you work through his back with your skilled hands he is a happy groaning mess. After a massage he will be like a napping pile of jello. Cuddles with a now loose muscled Lyney are so heart warming.

Neuvillette: He hates the taste of coffee, that’s a plain fact. However, he can’t help but enjoy the taste of coffee if it’s from your lips. The quick good morning kiss you give him as you sip on your coffee makes his head dizzy instead of disgusted like he normally is at the taste of coffee.

Wriothesley: He claims he doesn’t mind you going out alone or without him. Truthfully you are never actually without his surveillance. He has a tracker on your phone and he sends one of his coworkers to make sure you are always safe.

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all4yoi · 6 months ago

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𝒥ust a bet﹕hyung line

𝑒nhypen x fem!reader ︎︎⚹︎ cw: angst, no fluff (yet), reader is mostly viewed as a loser and nerd, lowercase intended, kinda went overboard with hoon's, reader gets called a bitch once, not proofread!

sypnosis﹕after a few months of dating, you find out you were just a bet.

part two !

★ LEE HEESEUNG (wc 0.3k)

you and lee heeseung has been dating for a total of five months, and throughout those months you can confidently say that you were the happiest. he was the perfect boyfriend, his family loved you and so did yours.

today, heeseung promised he would take you on a date after his basketball practice despite your protests on how he should be resting instead. you wouldn't have agreed if it weren't for the fact that he had shot you with his pleading big doe eyes that never fails to make you agree on whatever he asks for.

so here you were, making your way towards the gymnasium with your bag hanging on your left shoulder. the lack of dribbling and smacking basketball noise from behind the closed doors told you that their practice was done.

entering quietly out of habit, you were about to approach your boyfriend when you overheard his teammates talking to him.

"don't tell me you're still with her?" asked one of boys, an amused smile on his face. heeseung only raised a brow.

"what? you won the bet, you can dump her now. you're ruining our image you know? plus she's a total nerd and loser, you're much better with someone like yunhee." and with only just a few words, you felt your world crashing down.

right, who would date someone like you? you always found it weird, that heeseung just approached you one day in your biology class with the cheekiest smile on his face. the fact that he wouldn't leave you alone until you've agreed to go on a date with him. it all made sense now, why the popular basketball captain suddenly gained interest on the school's "biggest nerd."

"speaking of.." another guy spoke, nodding towards you with a cheeky smile. heeseung turned around only to be met with your glassy eyes.

you didn't move, wanting to hear him defend you. wanting to tell his teammates that you weren't a bet and he actually liked you throughout the months you two have been dating.

his silence said everything and with that you turned away and ran out of the gym.

"shit." he muttered, running after you.

★ PARK JONGSEONG (wc 0.3k)

"i'll pick you up later, okay?" your boyfriend of almost a year said softly through the phone. you've been dating jay since the first week of your first year in uni, others found your relationship weird. maybe because back in high school, jay never and refused to even spare you a glance. he was an asshole who looked at you as if you were the epitome of disgusting.

but the past is in the past now, right?

"okay baby, see you." you reply and put your phone down on your table, knowing that he's usually the one who ends the call.

you go back to the papers scattered on your table. the silence in your room was disturbed by sudden noises in your phone, turning to look, you see that jay hasn't ended the call.

picking your phone up with a smile, you were about to call out for him but a voice stopped you.

"i can't believe you've gone this far dude." you recognized the slightly muffled voice, it was a friend of jongseong's.

"what do you mean?" your boyfriend grumbled. the audio was muffled, you figured he was moving and the phone was in his pocket.

"you're still dating her!" the voice exclaimed, as if amused. "seriously, i didn't think you'd take that bet seriously. fine you win, i'll clean your car for a month. but you've gotta cut it out, you're starting to disgust me." the boy laughed.

before you could hear what your boyfriend would say, you ended the call. your hand was trembling and tears were falling from your eyes unconsciously.

were all those months just a joke to him? were your feelings really worth a free car wash for just a month? were you that unworthy?

jay was an asshole back in high school, you thought he changed. turns out he didn't, you felt like a fool for falling for his antics.

★ SIM JAEYUN (wc 0.3k)

if someone would be asked who you were, they'd all say the same thing. a loner, pathetic loser, and a nobody with a pretty face.

because what was a pretty face if you had no friends and a social life?

you almost believed you would die alone, you were too socially awkward to make friends. so when sim jaeyun, the transferee, approached you with a warm smile and a hand outstretched for a shake, you were beyond shocked.

your relationship went from being block mates, friends, then next thing you knew you two were dating. at first you were reluctant to enter a relationship, scared that it would ruin your friendship, but he insisted you both tried. that was three months ago.

you didn't have any friends, but atleast you had jake.

jake who smiles at you as if you had carved the stars in your hands. jake who would never forget to bring your coffee every morning. he was everything you ever needed. he was it for you, you only hoped he felt the same towards you.

walking through the hallway of the school, you stopped infront of your locker only to be met with a sticky note on it.

HOW LONG CAN JAKE LAST WITH LOSER L/N?

A WEEK : 卌 - 卌 - 卌 - 卌 - III

FIVE MONTHS : 卌 - I

A YEAR : II

Furrowing your brows, you stare at the note as your breathing grew heavy. It was obvious that the paper was old, it had folds and it was only stuck on your locker with a washi tape.

"what are you doing l/n? go on, cast your vote." a mocking voice said from beside you followed by a bunch of laughter. "personally, i thought he'd last a day. i guess i'll vote for five months then." then the hand went and tallied on the five months category.

"what's going on here?" upon hearing your boyfriend's voice, you fled away immediately, not wanting to face him. everytime something good happens in your life, it's always ripped away from you. jake was just like them, you were just a toy for their own entertainment.

★ PARK SUNGHOON (wc 0.5k)

"i'm sorry baby, i really am busy with practice tomorrow." your boyfriend, sunghoon, says in genuine sorry. it was the fifth time you have asked him to meet your parents, who also by the way was so desperate to meet the boy you've been dating for seven months now.

every time you ask him, he's always busy. either with practice, a project, a family matter, or whatever excuse he can come up with. but you always brush it off, knowing he means well and he really is busy as he's an athlete student.

"i'll meet them next week, okay? i promise." that's also the same thing he says everytime too, and once again, you only nod in response.

you and sunghoon met in a physics class. he was clutching his head with a frown on his face as he desperately tried to understand what the professor was going on about.

you remember clearly the way he approached you in the library, a physics book on his left hand as his right scratched his nape. "can.. i noticed- uh, can you help me with this topic?"

that was where your relationship started. you tutored him and helped him improve his grade. when he got an A on the finals, he kissed you on the lips in glee. he was taken aback by his own actions but nevertheless asked you out after.

"i love you," he whispers, pressing a kiss on your temple. "let me get something from my room." you hum in response as he takes his arm that was previously wrapped around you before going up to his room.

you can't help but notice the way his phone was blowing up from beside you.

you weren't the type to snoop around other people's phones, especially your boyfriend. it just felt wrong, you trusted him fully. but the way it kept ringing with text notifications, you just couldn't help it.

looking back to the stairs, you note he isn't back and there was still rummaging noises from his room.

taking his phone, you enter his passcode and read the messages from one of his group chats.

JONGSU

lol don't tell me she asked again.. em ba rrah sing

DAEHYUN

hahah when is she gonna take a hint?? 💀

JOON

you gonna blame her? hoon's been at it for months lmao

DAEHYUN

i actually can't believe he went that far, wasn't it only supposed to be for a month? 🗿

JONGSU

a week actually, but ig that bitch y/n was so easy. yk hoon likes to get his ego fed 💀💀

putting the phone down, you exhaled in disbelief. you took your bag from the floor and threw it over your shoulder and went to the door of his apartment to put your shoes back on.

"baby?" sunghoon emerged from the stairs, looking at you curiously. "you're going already?" he asked, extending an arm towards you but you slapped it away. the tears on your eyes shocking him.

"hey, hey what's wrong?" he tried again but his hand was yet again slapped away.

"i don't want to see you ever again." was the last words you uttered to him (shakily) before leaving his apartment.

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salemlunaa · 6 days ago

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𓆉 ˚∘YOU ARE NOT BOUND TO THIS REALITY࿐

stop acting like this place is your home, it’s not. Same thing with those trying to manifest things. You’re manifesting a new body but You believe that your home is the reality where you hate your body and that you’re doing something grand and groundbreaking by trying shift from that. You want your dream life through the void state. But you believe this reality you’re experiencing right now is your home. Your base point. Your starting ground. And you think that because you are so tied to this reality by scripting and shifting to a new life you’re doing something crazy and out-of-body like.

Let me tell you something. You aren’t. This is going to sound insane but you are as close to this reality as you are to your dream life. You are as bound to the reality where you have your dream green eyes than you are to the “current” where you have blue eyes that you don’t want.

The only reason that us bloggers use the term “current reality” is because this is the reality where your consciousness lies. I will say this again: there are multiple different versions of you reading this that you aren’t aware of and they’re probably not aware of you. Think of the country you live in right now. There’s a version of you that is from somewhere else and may know nothing about the place you call home and haven’t even stepped foot there. It’s so trippy to think about but what i’m trying to get at is that this isn’t your home. It’s nothing to be scared of, shouldn’t it be empowering and comforting to know you could be anyone you want to be?

like this is literally you:

(found this from @shiftinglea)

It’s so easy to shift your consciousness it’s not something you need to mentally prep for, there’s nothing to do. As soon as you want and intend the shift, it happens, regardless of what you’re seeing. You aren’t stuck here, and it pains me when you guys speak about circumstances as if they’re permanent. They don’t have to exist at all. There is no journey, it’s just immediate teleportation. Think as if. Think of your “desired reality” and your current. Place your awareness there.

The reason you have so much resistance is because you believe you have to. Deep down, you believe effort is needed to leave, you believe you need some extravagant journey as you’re leaving the place you felt bound to all this time. You don’t, you’ve left. you’ve shifted. You can’t grasp that nothing, absolutely nothing needs to be done to enter the state of pure consciousness, your literal naked self.

You believe it needs to be hard because it’s too good to be true.

Leave that belief behind. You aren’t far from your life. The life you intend to have. In fact, you’re right there. Think of all these realities like your children. All of them are related to you in the same way. You don’t have one child that you’re absolutely bound to, assuming you’re a good parent with no favourites. They’re ALL close to you in the SAME PROXIMITY. They ALL have the same relation to you. It’s YOUR BLOOD aka YOU running through their veins, all of them, the veins of all these realities, even the ones you aren’t conscious of yet. You aren’t just bound to one.

So you don’t need to work super hard for that body, that shift, that face. When we say it’s yours we aren’t just trying to be encouraging it’s just facts. I’m not the most well versed marvel fan, but does Dr. Strange have a hard time shifting or does he just know where he wants to go and opens those portal thingys? Be like him. Know where you want to go and leave.

Wash your hands of what you don’t want and think as if. Thinking as if = placing your consciousness in desired state = you are in desired state = 3d will follow.

This isn’t home base. There isn’t a home base. Take that into consideration when you’re struggling to truly “just be” while trying to induce the void.

THESE REALITIES ARE ALL THE SAME. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS DECIDE WHERE YOU WANT TO BE ࿐

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⋆ TAGS — mean!jk, heavy degradation, sub!oc vibes, fingering, creampiess, pussy eating, oc is super sensitive hehe, cock warming in the car, ass play(?), intense cow girl moment, dirty talk, mentions of squirting(?), messy sex, oc is cunty (CUNT CUNT CUNT), RED MF FLAGS, jk ain’t shit and neither is oc, mentions of cheating, possessive!oc don’t play about her bestie, joon n oc moment bc why not, she’s lowkey a bimbo, jk likes mocking oc, nasty sex, jk’s a simp for his bestie, oc whines a lot lol, 4liferrrsssss, oc messy asf but jk is too

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‘Something’s not right.’ Is what Sujin begins to think right off the bat when her boyfriend brings her to meet his “best friend”. Sujin already knew that Jungkook had a “girl” best friend wayy before she even talked to the man. All her friends were against it when she told them she was interested in Jungkook.

“No girl, you’re gonna regret it like big time. That man is going to have you looking like a fool.” They’d say but Sujin seemed hard of hearing..

Sujin knew what she was getting into but nothing could have prepared her for the hot piping mess being served in front of her face. For fucks sake her boyfriend couldn’t even fucking sit next to her because he chose to sit with “y/n”. Sujin wants to think it’s a childhood thing, maybe that’s why they’re so unnaturally close.

“Oh.” Sujin says when y/n tells her that no, they in fact met almost two years ago as college freshmans. (Sujin’s beginning to run out of ideas to make up in her head so she doesn’t go insane over the sight of you casually touching her boyfriend and Jungkook letting it happen?) Jungkook even helps separate your perilla leaf with his chopsticks.

What are you a child? Sujin’s NOT liking this so far.

“So,” Sujin smiles as politely as she can muster, “how’d you guys meet?”

You smile softly back at her, “My brother has a frat house and Jungkook happened to join, we only met cause my brother was forcing his frat guys to help me move into my new apartment. He made them do it shirtless which was pretty funny.”

Sujin nods slowly, “Ohh.. how nice. So like you guys started hanging out or what’s the deal?”

Jungkook shrugs, “I saw her manga books and we bonded over that,” he keeps it curt, like he’s not interested in talking to her (his own girlfriend), “we started chilling and yeah.” Sujin fucking hates when he talks to her like he’s bored already.

“He kept saying I reminded him of Bayonetta!” You pipe back in with a dreamy smile.

“Uh-huh, Bayonetta..” Sujin clears her throat and shifts around in her seat, “Uhh well, I think it’s getting a bit late no? Kinda time for me to get going.”

You purse your lips in a soft pout and nod at her, “I see.. I hope to see you again, you’re really nice and pretty.” You coo, “Jungkookie’s super lucky to have you,” Sujin appreciates your sincerity but she’s not so sure if she can look past how close you are with her boyfriend.

“You didn’t bring your car didn’t you?” Jungkook suddenly says, “C’mon I’ll drive you.” He rises to his feet and holds his hand out for you take.

Sujin’s jaw nearly drops as HER boyfriend slings your purse over his shoulder and helps you up, guiding you out of the booth by a hand to your back.

“Jungkook.” Sujin snaps, “I think she’s got it don’t you think?” Her boyfriend turns to look at her, and proceeds to give her the meanest fucking mug ever. Like if she had the audacity to ruin whatever the fuck was happening in front her. “What?” Sujin raises a brow.

You look up at Jungkook with those stupid puppy eyes of yours, “I can call an uber no biggie.” You say softly.

“Hey, since our meeting was cut so short, how bout I pay for it, yeah?” Sujin smiles while whipping her phone out and pressing ‘request’, like she didn’t have that ride ready to order.

Jungkook does that thing when he’s pissed where he pokes his tongue inside his cheek, he has the audacity to have a staredown with her but Sujin doesn’t back down. “..Yeah, I’ll walk you out then y/n.”

“It was nice meeting you.” You softly say while hugging Sujin tightly before waltzing out the door with Jungkook’s hand over your hip.

Sujin has to pinch the bridge of her nose, on one hand you’re the sweetest thing ever but c’mon you can’t be THAT dense can you? Sujin would have liked you in another world where you weren’t trying to get with her boyfriend.

Sujin looks out of the window and sees Jungkook leaning against the car door while you slip into the back. He’s telling you something and you’re looking at him like he’s hung the fucking stars or something. Luckily nothing happens and Jungkook closes the door before stepping back to watch the car take off.

“Fucking prick.” Sujin mutters under her breath as she steps out with a pissed look. “What the fuck was that Jungkook, huh? You gonna sit there and lie to my face and tell me not to worry about her? Answer me.” She lightly hits his arm.

Jungkook sighs deeply, “What? Fuck are you on right now, the night was going so good I don’t see the problem here.”

His nonchalant attitude makes her seethe even more, “Jungkook, she has no fucking boundaries and you don’t seem to give a shit about that, I’m the GIRLFRIEND here but this fucking turned into me meeting you two instead of her meeting me. It’s fucking humiliating watching her put hands on my boyfriend and worse that you chose to sit with her.”

“And yet you knew I was friends with her. Literally that’s everything everyone’s been telling you before I brought you here to meet her, be prepared for how close y/n is with me. This isn’t brand new to you Sujin.” Jungkook replies while fishing a cigarette out of his pocket.

Sujin watches in disbelief as he lights it and takes a drag like nothing, “That doesn’t make it okay for her to do that though. Close or not I don’t give a fuck Jungkook, you’re either with me or you’re not.” She snaps, “So tell me now before I waste my fucking time.”

Jungkook takes his sweet time, puffing away as he watches the smoke disappear into the night sky, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Sujin tilts her head, “Okay, what?”

“It’s over.” And just like that Sujin’s jaw drops for real this time, she’s utterly gagged into silence as she watches her (now) ex-boyfriend stomp out the cigarette before turning to her with a sinister look in his eye, “Bye.” He passes without as much as a glance, leaving her silent.

Sujin turns her head and watches him leave, “What the fuck.” She whispers.

(Not even an hour later.)

“Okay, this one or this one?” You held up two different babydoll dresses—one white with delicate frills, the other silk but more of a bodycon-type but it had a cute bow on it so why not.

Jungkook’s eyes briefly flick up from his phone, he stares at both of the dresses for a cool minute before nodding his head, “The white one.” He leans back with one arm on the bed and both legs spread apart (gosh him and his manspreading).

“I thought so too!” You happily say and carelessly toss it into the pile of clothes lying in your open suitcase, “Okay now help me decide between my sneakers or my ballet flats?” He doesn’t even answer cause he’s busy laughing at something on his phone.

“Jungkooookkk,” you huff irritably but this man does not look up. He just toys with his stupid lip ring while smiling down at his screen.

You let the shoes hit the ground as you quietly saunter over, slipping right into his lap with practiced ease. He doesn’t react because this is an all too familiar scene for him. He hooks his arm around your waist and tucks his chin over your shoulder, still scrolling mindlessly. “What’s up? Hm.” He murmurs.

“I needed your help choosing which shoes I should take.” You hide your face in his neck and lay one tiny kiss on it, “You’re mean.”

“Am I?” Jungkook brings you down with him when he slowly lays back on the bed. He tosses his phone somewhere and rests his arm behind his head. His free hand strokes your backside, cheekily stopping right above your ass before repeating.

Your hands settle over his toned stomach where his shirt has ridden up revealing his beautiful physique underneath. His damn Calvin Klein boxers hug him just right too, hanging low over his hips where a small amount of hair leads down…you know where..

“Mm-hm, ‘s not nice to ignore me.” You nod with a dreamy look, pillowy lips pursed (which make them much more alluring in Jungkook’s humble opinion).

Jungkook hums again and runs his hand over your ass, landing small little pats of appreciation here ‘n there, “It isn’t huh,” he trails off quietly while tattooed fingers make work of the bow tied around the front of your shorts.

You shake your head and come down so that you’re chest to chest with Jungkook, face leveled with his as the two of you stare into each other's eyes. “No,” you softly say, nimble fingers creeping under his shirt to trail up his middle with light feathery touches.

“No.” He softly mimics in a high-pitched tone that’s meant to sound like you, “You’re so fuckin’ cute, but you might wanna get a move on though cause the guys are gonna be here any minute now ‘n you don’t want them to come in and see what a desperate little thing you are? No huh,” he mock pouts while tapping your cheek.

“You’re mean! I’m not talking to you for ten whole minutes.” You huff angrily and get off his lap, “Stop laughing, it's not funny.” You’re whining again before you can even stop yourself. It makes him double over in laughter, shoulders shaking and all too.

“My bad, my bad, I didn’t realize you were still upset over the shoes.” He chuckles while sitting back up with messy hair, “C’mere I’ll make it better.” He waves his hand, “C’mere! I’m not joking!” He laughs because you look at him incredulously.

You fold your arms over your chest and turn away, “No, I have to pack remember?” You’re shoving clothes into your suitcase with a quiet huff.

“Yeah, yeah.” You don’t even notice when he comes up behind and hauls you up into his arms. Jungkook tosses you on the bed like nothing causing you to yelp in surprise as your body bounces off the mattress a little, “If I give you a kiss will you quit your fuckin’ pouting?” He smirks.

You nod vigorously, “I want one here, here, and here.” You tap different areas on your face.

“I said one, not fucking five,” he snorts while peppering your face in small smooches regardless because he could never resist a pretty girl like you, “dumb little thing you are.”

“They don’t count as real kisses.” You smugly reply.

Jungkook smirks, “Oh, and what does hm? Give your Jungkookie a kiss and show me.” Without hesitating you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.

You’re lips locked, softly moaning as he kisses the fuck out of you. It’s the way his lips glide over yours so smoothly like you’re meant to be kissing. All you can really do is dreamily sigh while his tongue runs over the seam of your lips. Of course you let him in and the kiss gets filthier if possible.

You feel his hand slide up your back slowly until he’s hooking his finger under the strap of your flimsy sleep top. He watches in hunger as your tit slips out from under the top, perky nipple already hard as he leans down to wrap his lips around it. The pleasure is hot when his tongue presses down on the bud, he has you whimpering quietly while burying your fingers through his hair.

“Mmm–Jungkook, wait,” you breathlessly sigh while pushing his face away, “Sujin.” You softly say while playing with his hair, “What ‘bout her?”

Jungkook stares back up at you through hooded eyes, “Who?” He replies to which you grin back, “Hm, just let me enjoy your tits in peace.” He crudely mumbles before taking your nipple back into his hot mouth.

He fondles and squeezes your other tit while sucking on your rather sensitive teat. The heat between your legs is unbearable, Jungkook knew damn well why you hated having your nipples played with yet he carried on without a care. Your poor clit throbbed from neglect and your pussy was slicking up by the second, you fear a glob would slip out if he dared to switch your positions.

“J-Jungkook..!” You huff and press your thighs together hoping to alleviate some of the heat.

He pinches hard causing you to whine, it doesn’t stop him because he’s then using a hint of teeth on your sensitive bud. “Oh..!” Your mouth falls open and your back arches off the bed, thighs shaky and wobbly.

Jungkook pulls away with a string of slick connecting to your nipple, “Turn over baby,” he smacks your ass hard and jiggles your cheek, “arch that pretty back for me, yeahh like that—low.” He darkly comments while watching you turn over with your hips raised high and front flat to the bed.

He shuffles around and gets behind you holding you steady with a hand to your hip. “Pull ‘em to the side,” he says while lazily pushing his sweats down, shoving them low enough till they’re right under his balls, “How desperate are you, hm? How bad do you want this cock baby?” He grins while slapping the tip through your dewy sticky folds.

You bite your lip and reach behind you to hold yourself open for him, “Bad, need it so bad Jungkookie..feel so empty without it.” You pout while pushing back until his cock gets trapped between your thighs, the thick shaft pressing right up against your throbbing little clit.

“Yeah?” Jungkook licks his lips, “Gonna let me have it?” He murmurs as his cock slides through the mess between your thighs, globs of slick coating the shaft.

“Mm-hmm.” You nod.

“Mm-hm.” Jungkook smirks as he lands a rough smack to your ass, “Push me in baby.”

You reach back to rub his cock through your folds, tapping the tip against your needy hole until it catches. Your breath hitches as the tip pops in, he doesn’t make a move to shove himself deeper or anything—he stays perfectly still.

“Jungkook!” You turn to glare back at him, “S-Stop teasing me.”

��I’m not doing anything, if you want it you know what to do.” Jungkook grins while biting his lip, “You know what I wanna see baby, don’t play dumb.”

You grumble under your breath and slowly push your hips back until your ass meets his pelvis. There’s a low squelch as the rest of his cock slips in and as much as you would’ve loved for him to fuck you, this was also good. You pant hotly into the pillow and wiggle around with soft little ‘mm’s as Jungkook rubs his hand over your hip and holds you steady.

“There you go, bring it back for me,” he huskily mumbles while watching the ripple of your cheeks jiggle each time your ass meets his pelvis.

Little clapping noises begin to rise subtly as your pace gets quicker and quicker. You meet him thrust for thrust, there’s a low fopping sound as his balls make contact with your puckered lips, pressing right up against you each time you bottom out.

Jungkook’s eyes are glued to the sight of your pretty pink rim hugging his cock tight each time he backstrokes. His cock is covered in a sheen of slick and he swears every time he pushes back in he comes back out with more.

“So messy,” he lays his thumb over your other puckered hole, “hear that?” He grunts, “Sloppy lil cunt taking me so well, got you creaming for me.”

Jungkook’s breath hitches when his thumb accidentally slips through the tight barrier and into your ass. You loudly mewl and buck your hips in surprise, it doesn’t hurt but it feels weird..weird in a good way though.

“Oh, you like that don’t you?” He licks his lips, “Baby loves having her holes filled up doesn’t she?”

You moan in response and bury your face in the pillow with muffled cries. The pleasure shoots up your spine and has you curling in on yourself. Your cunt throbs like crazy now and everything somehow feels ten times better than before.

“Answer me.” Jungkook slaps your cheek rather hard.

“Mmph–y-yes..!” You whimper despite the pillow being in your mouth.

“Yea,” he laughs as he suddenly snaps his hips up, “you love it don’t you? Can’t get enough of this cock.” He plows into you with repeated thrusts, each one jostling you up the bed and sending you into a pleasure hazed mind.

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as Jungkook grips you by the hip with one hand and slams you back onto his cock. Your toes curl from the intensity of his cock slamming into your g-spot while his thumb fills your ass. The heat coiling in your tummy has you squirming and whimpering.

“Too much? Where you goin?” You don’t realize you’re actively moving away from him till his cock threatens to slip out, “You can take it baby, don’t run.” He laughs low while dragging you right back onto his cock.

In fact he follows you down till you’re laying flat on the bed and his thumb slips out of your puckered hole, “Gonna cum? Hm?” He lays flat over your back and hooks his chin over your shoulder, “C’mon, don’t go stupid on me.” He smacks your cheek gently a couple of times.

“Yes..!” You gasp breathily, “S-So, so close..” Your voice sounds wobbly and garbled, and the shaking in your thighs doesn’t stop.

Jungkook coos, “So close,” he buries his face in the side of your neck and leaves marks of his own there, “go on, cum on this dick.”

Your lips part and you let out a high-pitched mewl, your pussy spasms around him with your cunt squeezing and massaging his cock. Your eyes slip shut and you slump against the bed with a whine, the orgasm took the life out of you.

“Fuuckk,” he sighs as he slows down, grinding his cock in and out of the mess between your thighs, “good girl,” he groans softly until he comes to a stop and stills.

His cock throbs and twitches, spurt after spurt of cum filling you to the brim. You can feel some of it slide out with globs of your own slick. Jungkook hums deeply and gives your ass a pat of appreciation, “Shower?” He asks softly.

“Mm-hmm.” You nod still face down in the sheets.

“Mm-hm.” Jungkook copies while laughing to himself as he slips out of your cunt with a lewd squelch. You don’t even have the energy to fight with him right now, you’re just ready for bed at this point.

You can’t help the little yawn that escapes as you turn your face to tuck yourself into Jungkook’s side. Whose idea was it to take a roadtrip to Busan, you don’t know but you’re barely even awake after that rough fucking.

You and Jungkook had opted to sit in the back away from everyone and enjoy each other’s company instead. Jungkook’s hand came to rest over your thigh like that’s his permanent spot.

So far the ride is peaceful, Yoongi’s managed to successfully get you all out of the city and onto the highway (thanks to Namjoon’s excellent navigation skills). In front of you Jimin’s knocked out while Taehyung watches something on his phone. Namjoon’s talking with Yoongi about something you can’t bring yourself to care for.

You can feel your eyelids getting heavier by the second and it feels like you’re about to slip into the best sleep ever when Jungkook stops you. Not literally, but it still feels like it with the way he slides his hand up your bare thigh.

“Hm?” You sleepily look up wondering what on Earth he was up to now.

Jungkook pats you, “C’mere, want you on my lap baby.” He mutters as quietly as he can.

You rub your eyes and slip yourself on to his lap, tucking your chin over his shoulder and squeezing your thighs on either side of him. God bless that you chose to wear your thin sleeping shorts and slutty juicy sweater, Jungkook can just about feel your perky tits through the soft material.

“Shh.. not a peep or else I’m gonna gag you with your panties.” He mumbles low in your ear, stroking over your back to keep you calm.

“Jungkookie–”

“Jungkookie needs you to shut the fuck up, can you do that for me?” He squeezes your ass and kneads both cheeks rather roughly, “Good girl.”

“If they look, I’m not stopping. So if I were you I’d keep quiet baby, unless you want Joon and them to know how much of a cock hungry slut you are.”

He sounds so fucking calm but his words are the complete opposite, you find yourself holding in your desperate whines. “Can you..?”

“Can I what?” He slips his hand under your shorts and tugs it to the side alongside your panties, “Hm?”

You bite your lip and lift your hips, “Want something in me, I feel so empty Kook..” You breathe out and wrap your arms around his neck.

Through the drowsiness you faintly make out his soft curses as he whispers under his breath. Jungkook pokes at your slit and slips his fingers through your messy folds.

“Take my cock out,” he mumbles and you happily reach between the two of you to slip your hand into his sweats.

His cock throbs when your soft hand wraps around it, he has to bite his lip when you dig your thumb into the slit and swipe over the messy head. “Don’t tease..” He grunts with a small sharp smack to your ass.

You lift your hips and with his help manage to slip his cock through your dewy folds. You blindly slap the tip against your slicked up hole, the tip catching on your rim.

“Slow,” he sounds calm and collected but the way he swallows harshly tells you otherwise.

You bite your moans back and push yourself until your ass is meeting his thighs. The heat in your belly pools and your poor clit throbs. Is it you or the car feels hotter?

You hide your face in his neck and suck over old and new hickeys you’ve left these past days. Jungkook relaxes into the seat and sighs, luckily it doesn’t sound like it’s out of the ordinary.

“You can sleep now.” Jungkook off-handedly mumbles while closing his eyes, leaving you utterly speechless. You’re not entirely surprised given his little track record of being mean and shit.

“G’night..” You softly mumble and kiss his cheek, you lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. Maybe if you’re a good girl he’ll make you cum later on..yeah, that sounds amazing, you smile in your sleep and drift off into dreamland with a cunt full of cock.

“So hot..” You softly mumble while fanning yourself with a make-shift fan.

Everyone but Namjoon went out today to explore the town and shit. You opted to stay back and wait for the sun to die down to go out later. Namjoon said something about keeping you company so you didn’t mind.

Here you are laying on the ground with your legs thrown up on the couch over Namjoon’s lap. Your pretty babydoll dress rides up your thighs and you occasionally catch Namjoon’s gaze drifting down. What a sight is it to see—veiny big hands plastered over your soft ankles toying with your cherry charm anklet.

“Namjoon, if penguins are related to the bird family, how come they can't fly?” You softly say while looking at him through your lashes.

“I dunno,” He shrugs while stroking over your foot, “environmental and evolutionary reasons maybe?”

You pout and tilt your head back to watch the TV, “I think they’re cute.”

“Why don’t you find one and give it a kiss then?” Namjoon smirks in amusement, “Maybe Jungkookie can save you if it tries to attack you or something.”

“Not funny.” You whine kicking your sock-clad foot at him, but he catches it and tugs on your foot.

You squeal softly as he ends up dragging you upwards just a tiny bit, “Owie let go, you’re squeezing my freaking bone.” You giggle.

Namjoon lets your foot go with a laugh, “My bad, my bad.” He raises his hands in surrender, “You can tell your Jungkookie to kiss it all better when he comes back yeah?” He grins.

“Ugh you’re also mean.” You huff while sitting up feeling light headed cause you were laying on the ground for so long. “You and Jungkook.” You mumble and climb onto the couch with him.

Jungkook finds you two like that. You’re tangled up with Namjoon side by side, legs thrown over his lap as he strokes over your soft thigh. Namjoon’s mindlessly scrolling through his phone and you’re just you watching some animal documentary on the TV.

“Hey.” Jungkook greets while falling on another sofa.

“Back already,” Namjoon hums, “where’s the others?”

“Out, they went to the beach cause Jimin wanted to go. It was fuckin’ hot so I came back, we didn’t do much but walk around the tour shops and shit.”

You lift a leg in the air to admire your pretty anklet, “Did you bring me anything?” You softly ask.

“Yeah, it’s in the bag.” Jungkook replies calmly as he fishes his phone out and does whatever the hell he usually does on that thing.

With both men preoccupied with their phones you decide to head outside to sunbathe. God bless the airbnb for having a private pool. “Where you going?” Jungkook mumbles, not looking up from his screen.

“Sunbathing.” You curtly reply and head outside through the large patio doors.

It’s hot as hell but you don’t care as you kick your socks off and strip out of your babydoll dress. You happily lay your towel out on the grass and set up a mini umbrella. Once you're happy with your setup you lay on your back and slip your heart shaped glasses on.

You can hear Namjoon and Jungkook talking in the background faintly, something about Sujin but you honestly don’t bring yourself to care much. Along the lines Jungkook mentions Sujin texting him again, Namjoon says “oh shit really” and then Jungkook tells him everything.

“..giving… chance… again..?” You can’t make out the entire convo. You crack a slow smile and turn over on your belly, legs kicked up and your feet in the air as you call out to the boys.

“Can someone bring me my phone?” Your voice soft and velvety, you slip your glasses up on your head and flutter your lashes, “Please?”

Jungkook stops talking and looks over the coffee table before stepping out with your phone in hand. “Look at you all cute and shit, enjoying your sunbathing?” Jungkook asks as he squats down in front of you.

“Yep, it’d be funner if you and Joonie joined me though.” You softly hum while tilting your head up and letting Jungkook lay a kiss over your soft lips.

“Yeah..?” He murmurs low. It’s glaringly obvious you have this man wrapped around your little fingers. It’s like you didn’t even have to try with him.

“I’ll be right back.” He says and disappears into the house.

You roll over on your back with a satisfied smile, slipping your glasses back on as you hum, “The boy is mine, I can’t wait to try him,”

Maybe Jungkook’s the one trying you right now. It’s not even nine am yet..

Your thighs encase his head like a pair of soft earmuffs, he’s got his tongue dipped between your messy folds with your pussy stuffed in his face. Jungkook doesn’t seem to care though, he’s got his strong big arms wrapped around your thighs as he holds you down and makes you take it.

Your clit’s just as sensitive as every other part of you, and Jungkook just loves to make you shake. He traces the tip of his tongue over your sensitive bud, flicking it back and forth with quick strokes. It has your lips parting and your head leaning back from the cloudy pleasure.

“Oh..” You roll your hips upward into his eager mouth, something that greatly pleases Jungkook.

He slips his tongue lower and flicks it upward to get a taste of all that creamy slick gushing from your empty cunt. You slap a hand over your mouth and whimper when he goes back to your poor clit. This time though he wraps his lips around it and gives it a harsh, mean suck.

Jungkook flicks his dark eyes up to look at you, just watching as you lose yourself on his tongue. The way your tummy goes taut and your body stiff when he grazes his teeth over your clit sends a dark thrill down his spine. He wants to see more, so he’s going to get more.

“J-Jungkook!” You cry out as he stuffs his fingers knuckle deep into your pussy.

There’s a loud squelch each time he slaps his fingers up into your greedy cunt. Your pussy’s literally leaking as small dribbles of squirt oozes out with each passing second. You’re shaking, thighs struggling to stay open and not clamp down on his head. Your lower half shakes slightly from his rough movements and your pussy makes these nasty wet sounds.

“Wait,” you sob and reach down to grip his hair, “ ‘m so close..! P-Please, please,” you’re not sure what you’re begging for—go, stop?

The heat in your tummy builds quickly and you’re teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm when he suddenly stops. All at once both his fingers and mouth are gone as he pulls away while harshly panting. You can’t even complain but the intensity has your heart racing with excitement and fear.

“Okay?” He quietly asks while stroking your thigh gently.

You take a couple of seconds to catch your breath, meekly nodding as you bite your lip, “ ‘m okay.” You softly reply.

He climbs up the bed and hovers over you, necklace dangling in your face as you stare up at him with glossy eyes. “Kiss?” You softly say while parting your pillowy soft lips. He’s very much happy to oblige of course..

You lazily make out, your lips feel swollen and they’re glossy from spit. He doesn’t let you pull away, he’s quick to chase after your lips and reel you back in with a hand to the back of your neck. His hand tightly grips your hair and teasingly tugs because he knows you’re a little slut for it.

You moan into his mouth and needily press yourself closer to him, hooking your thigh over his hip just so you could press your needy pussy against him. Everything feels hot and you don’t like it, Jungkook’s not helping with the way he drops his other hand down to your ass cheek, gripping it tight and using his grip to yank you even closer.

Body to body, you’re rolling your hips up to feel the tent in his boxers. It’s mouth watering when the curve of his thick cock presses into your inner thigh, so close to where you need him the most..

Jungkook tightens his grip on your hip, it’s bruising even as he presses himself into you and rubs his cock over your soaked pussy. The rough friction has your toes curling and another needy gasp escaping. He pulls away from the kiss with a wild look in his eye, he pants quietly as he shoves his boxers off and tosses them somewhere.

“Hold yourself open for me baby,” he holds his heavy cock in his hand, stroking over it slowly as he looks down at your glistening cunt, “just like that..” He mumbles darkly.

You hook your arms around your thighs and pull them up to your chest so that your pussy is laid out bare for him. You bite your lip in anticipation and try your best to stay still when he taps the tip over your swollen clit.

“Look so pretty like this,” he muses as he slips his cock in inch by inch, “prettier down here too.” He grins as he lays his thumb over your clit and rubs it side to side slowly.

You let out a long “mm” as his cock fills you over and over again, filling you in the right places combined with his gentle strokes over your clit. He’s got you dripping even more as his cock re-surfaces covered with your creamy slick.

Jungkook rolls his hips into yours slowly, you can hear the quiet grunts and moans slip from his lips as he remains focused on the spot where you’re connected. His face is scrunched in pleasure, and his thumb becomes jerky as he messily swipes over your bud.

You get the urge to ride the fuck out of him, he’s been nothing but doting and now you want to return the favor. Always the giver but never the receiver, and you’re going to change that.

“Jungkookie,” you softly sigh as his eyes snap up to your face, “wanna ride you,” you pout, “can I pretty please?” You purposely squeeze around his cock as he back strokes slowly.

“Yeah,” he softly breathes out and lifts you up into his lap as he switches places with you.

You huff as his cock somehow slips deeper in the new position, “No, you lay back and let me do it.” His eyes widened slightly at your demanding tone, “I wanna make you feel good too..” You pout and wiggle around in his lap.

Jungkook bites his lip and lets his hand fall to your thighs, “Fuck–okay, yeah,” he lays his head back on the pillow and swallows harshly as you smile down at him and lay a soft kiss on his lips.

“Fuck,” he groans when you turn around in his lap to ride him reverse cowgirl. He lays his hands over the fat of your ass and smacks each cheek repeatedly while you grind yourself in his lap.

Your moans spill from your lips as you arch your back and roll your hips back and forth. Behind you Jungkook sounds like he’s having the time of his life as he holds your ass tightly in both hands. The noises he makes only fuel your desire more as you rock yourself in his lap.

“Mm–fills me up so good,” you tilt your head back with a teasing smile, “can feel it so deep in my pussy.”

Jungkook growls low and spanks you harder, “Yeah? You like knowing you’re the only one taking my cock like this huh,” he smirks, “ ‘s all yours baby.”

You huff softly and look at him over your shoulder with puppy eyes, “Mine only.” You nod, “Not hers,” you roughly slap your hips back, catching him off guard as he grunts, “Right?”

“Only you.” Jungkook sighs as he tugs you back so that you’re grinding over his cock the way he likes, “Always yours.” He murmurs.

You smile happily and begin bouncing in his lap, your ass claps against his pelvis as low fopping noises build up. The bed creaks a little and your skin smacks together as you get a little wild with it.

Your moans rise in volume alongside his as the two of you lose yourselves in your rough fucking. Your pussy clamps down when the tip of his cock brushes over your g-spot repeatedly. You have to put your hands on the bed for support as you whimper and grind quickly on his lap.

“F-Fuck..” You whimper low as your thighs begin to tremble again.

Jungkook throws his head back with a low groan as he holds your hips tightly, “Fuck keep going baby, almost there,” he whispers breathlessly, “you can do it.”

You let out a cry and slam yourself on his lap until you go still as your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. It’s mind blowing as your cunt tightens up and a wave of hot pleasure comes crashing down on you. You shake in his lap and whimper out a garbled version of his name.

Jungkook quietly moans as he holds you still and bucks his hips up a couple of times until he’s filling you with his cum. His cock twitches and pulses through his orgasm, dully reminding you that you’re on planet earth still and you need to come down from your high.

“My pussy hurts.” You softly whine while looking back at him.

“My pussy hurts,” he mocks softly, “but who just got the dicking of their life hm? You did.” He pokes your cheeks and brings you back so that you’re laying with him, “You okay?” He chuckles.

You hide your face in his neck and nod, “Nap now, food later?” You softly ask.

“Yeah, I like the sound of that.” He grins.

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polarisjisung · 1 month ago

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ꨄ X-O, KISS ME, DON'T SAY NO

KISSES WITH ENHYPEN

pairings: enha x fem! reader genre: fluff wc: 1k warnings: use of petnames, slightly suggestive notes: I wrote this for dream had to do it for enha too ! | LIBRARY

HEESEUNG — desperate, flirty kisses

A simple peck doesn't exist for Heeseung. You're like his drug, once he gets a taste, he's addicted. Quick morning kisses are impossible. One peck on your forehead easily turns into a full makeout session and suddenly you're late for work. And not for a second is Heeseung worried about your impending anger, instead he'll try and convince you to call in sick, no work meant more time for kisses, right?

“Heeseung, I have places to be” You know it's no use arguing but you seem to try anyway.

You'd been in this situation countless times before, and it ended the same way each time. In your defence, Heeseung was pretty good at convincing.

“Yeah, want me to list a few?”

Something about a kiss-driven Heeseung is so exceptionally flirty. You both know that you're never getting out of this your way. “My arms, the bed, against the wall if you're into that.

Okay maybe you didn't take much convincing either.

“All of the above?”

Heeseung can't dispute that.

JAY — forehead kisses

Jay's kisses are spontaneous, but so tender and loving, like a scene cut out straight from a high school romance.

You're perched up on the sofa with your nose stuck in one of those picture-perfect romance books you love so much.

Jay can barely make out your face from the material of the hood pulled over your head.

You look cute. There's a pair of blue light glasses resting on your nose and your eyebrows are furrowed with concentration. Jay couldn't help but leave a soft peck against your forehead. He takes a couple moments to just sit beside you and stare, truly wondering how he ever got so lucky.

Next thing you know, his hand moves carefully to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his thumb positioned just under your chin, guiding you into a slow, soft kiss.

JAKE — messy kisses

Jake kisses like a man starved.

Hands tugging at your hair, arms around your waist, loud, shallow pants filling the room. It's like he can't get enough.

He pulls back to stare at you, breathless. But only for a moment.

To Jake, catching his breath seems awfully difficult when you're staring up at him with swollen lips and a sultry gaze.

“I could kiss you forever.”

His words are more a promise than a statement, and how could you not believe him when he pulls you back in so impossibly close, letting his cold fingertips run across your skin.

Both his hands cup your cheeks, passionately. Lips moving over yours with an unsteady, fervent rhythm, and so much urgency, you swear you feel your heart beat out of your chest.

Each time you kiss is like the first, brash. But Jake always holds you so tight, like he's afraid you'll disappear the second he lets go.

When he does finally pull away, Jake exhales a soft laugh, giggling almost.

“You alright?”

You can only nod, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

SUNGHOON — distracted kisses

Playful fights or debates like whether orange juice is better than apple (it's not) or whether milk comes before or after the cereal always seem to arise with you and Sunghoon.

Part of it has to do with the fact that Sunghoon thinks you look so insanely fine when you're passionately arguing your point forwards.

But somewhere along the way Sunghoon stops listening to what you're saying, eyes zeroing in on your lips when he'd come to a sudden realisation. That shade of lipstick suited you, a little too well maybe.

“Hoon, are you even listening?”

He nods, he's not listening.

He wouldn't have this problem if the lipstick wasn't there. But you were still explaining in full detail, hand gestures and everything. And as much as he loved to hear you ramble, Sunghoon could not concentrate.

He was going insane— he needed to kiss you. Now.

You don't really know why you continue, seeing as Sunghoon's clearly not present, but you can't help but gasp when he pulls you in close and crashes his lips to yours.

“You're right, I wasn't listening”

JUNGWON — soft morning kisses

Soft and intimate, that's what kissing Jungwon feels like.

There’s quiet whispers of ‘I love you's’ and the sweetest compliments.

Even if you've just rolled out of bed, when your hair's a mess and your eyes can barely open all the way, Jungwon thinks you're beautiful.

“Good morning my love” he presses a kiss to the back of your head, just below your ear as he slips past you on the couch, making his way to the kitchen so he can check on breakfast.

But he can only stay away for so long, running back a few minutes later with your morning coffee and a couple kisses to keep you occupied while you wait for it to cool down.

“I love you.” he'd keep it short and sweet, holding your face in hands with so much care. By the time breakfast is ready, not a single inch of your pretty face remains unkissed and that's an achievement Jungwon is insanely proud of.

SUNOO — giggly kisses

You and Sunoo are like the epitome of PDA— cuddling, quick pecks on the cheeks, always holding hands— you have to have your hands on each other at all times. It's sickeningly sweet.

And matters only get worse when your behind closed doors, Sunoo would spend all his time with his lips glued to yours if he could.

He's obsessed with you, and your strawberry flavoured chapstick is anything but helpful. He needs kisses, no matter what it is you're doing.

“Sunoo, I'm busy.” You roll your eyes at him playfully, but he only shrugs, spinning you around on your desk chair.

“Too busy for kisses?”

When you nod, it's Sunoo's turn to roll his eyes.

“Wrong answer.”

And he crashes his lips to yours just as he had intended, illiciting a few giggles from you, laughing at his urgency.

NI-KI — kisses in the rain

Kisses never last too long with riki, quick pecks, passionate and loving but short. Long kisses, something you'd both be down to try but had never actually made the effort to. It's felt scary, awkward, maybe?

The two of you always had a more easygoing relationship, so your more affectionate gestures had always been kept to a minimum.

Until one night when your car broke down and you found yourself stranded in the middle of nowhere.

Rain pelted down from the sky and the wind whistled loudly, but even so, you'd be a fool not to step out of the car and watch the sunset in person.

You and Riki sat with your legs crossed, dangerously close to the cliff edge, bodies pressed against each other as an attempt to conserve heat.

There was something about that moment— maybe the soft glow of the sky as the sun dipped just below the horizon — or the way your eyes beamed and sparkled as each strand of your hair slowly grew wet. Something so raw.

Riki couldn't even bring himself to hesitate, pulling you into his lap in one swift motion and kissing you urgently.

One hand reached back to grip your hair, and another cradled your chin, guiding your lips further into his.

Safe to say, kissing in the rain might just be his favourite.

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b3ach-bunn7 · 1 month ago

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READ YOUR MIND

You're roommate and her boyfriend are incredibly loud, so you decide to spend the night at your hot friend Jason's house.

fluff, college!au, confessions, one bed trope

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It takes about twenty minutes of internal conflict before you find yourself outside Jason’s dorm room.

You feel stupid. It’s not like you haven’t been in Jason’s room before. You guys were friends. He’d slept on your couch after a movie night gone too long, you’d stayed up for hours writing essays together on his bedroom floor. This was nothing weird, nothing new.

But for whatever reason, today it feels different.

It might be the fact that you’re seeing him differently. You’re not sure when, but the line between friend and something else has started to blur. You don’t know how you didn’t notice the strong slope of his jaw, the fact that he was probably strong and muscular enough to throw you over his shoulder. How funny he was, how kind he was. The fact he studied English, how smart he was at it. It’s really no one's fault but his own. You’re surprised you’d lasted this long without crushing on him, anyway. And maybe the way his eyes lingered a little too long on your own. Innocent touches felt like something else, a hand holding your hips as he stepped behind you, a thigh against your own as you sat in impossibly tight lecture halls.

Whatever. There’s no point looking at it like that. You love your friendship with him too much to let a little crush ruin it.

If you were in any other situation, you wouldn’t be here. But it’s late and you know of all your friends Jason’s the most likely to be awake. You don’t want to bother him but you can't spend another night third-wheeling with your roommate and her boyfriend. That, and the fact that it gets particularly loud whenever you come to sleep.

After a deep breath to steel yourself, you knock on the door. It takes only a few seconds before it swings wide open.

And God, you take back everything you just said. Because he's wearing a pair of grey sweats, and an old band shirt that is showing off his delicious arms, and you don’t know if you can blame the fact it’s nearly midnight on the thoughts running through your head. His movements are slow, sleepy, as he blinks at you confused.

He pushes his glasses up his head, tufts of brown hair falling over his face. “Oh. Hey. Is- Are you okay?”

“Oh god, did I wake you?”

“Nah, you’re good.” He leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

It takes a second before the words come out of your mouth. “I- Lily. She has- She has her boyfriend round, and I don’t sleep very well when he’s there.” You laugh awkwardly, scratching your arm.

You hold up the books and paper you brought with you. “You mind if I crash here tonight? I bought stuff to keep me busy, so I’ll be out of your hair.”

Jason smiles easily, pushing the door open further. “Of course, yeah.”

You step in, thanking him as he grabs the stuff out of your hand and puts them on his front table. His dorm is so boyish. Him and his roommate, an eccentric boy everybody called Gar, were not the best at interior design. Their couches are dark grey with red pillows, jarring against the white carpet you’d bought them as a housewarming gift. The kitchen was an amalgamation of whatever plates and mugs they’d found at thrift stores, their fridge filled with pictures from Gar’s old polaroid camera. It was cute and very them, and a warm place to sleep that wasn’t accompanied by the sound of your roommate and her boyfriend doing whatever the hell they got up to alone.

“Thanks again. I can’t stand another night with those two.”

Jason snorts a laugh, sitting down on the couch. “It can’t be that bad. They’re nice people.”

“Yeah, sure. But all they do is remind me of how painfully single I am.” You huff, sitting beside him.

He’s close enough that you can smell the expensive cologne he wears. He’s shown you it once, a fancy glass bottle. He’s spritzed it on your wrist and the smell lasted all day. He nods at your words, and you turn your head towards the TV to avoid his gaze.

“That guy you saw last week didn’t work out?”

Your eyebrows furrow. Honestly, the date had been crap, and you’d forgotten about him the second you’d gone home. You’re surprised he remembers. You tell Jason about all of your romantic adventures, hoping it will have some effect on your feelings for him. It hasn't been very successful so far. And while Jason looks disinterested as he asks you, eyes focused on the movie on screen, his leg taps up and down, and he looks a little restless. You think about lying for a split second, but you can’t bring yourself to do it.

You scoff. “I haven’t spoken to him since. He was boring. And stupid.”

Jason laughs, his eyes crinkling. “That’s rude!”

“He couldn’t hold one conversation with me! Like, I asked him what his favourite book was and he said Diary of a Wimpy Kid. We are nineteen years old!” You whine, hands covering your face as Jason cackles next to you.

“So that’s all women want. A man who reads?” There's a teasing lilt to his voice and you roll your eyes.

“Well, duh. I am studying English after all. I’d like to be able to hold a conversation with him about what I do.”

“That’s a fair dealbreaker, I'll be honest.” Jason hums, resting his arm on the back of the couch, brushing your back slightly. “Is that all you’re looking for in a man?”

The TV blares quietly in the background. Some random show on the food network where the contestant currently on screen looks like they're about to drop the tiered cake in their hands. His question rings out in the room, and you know you only have a few seconds before your silence is considered awkward. But you can’t help but think his question is so suggestive. Does he want to know why out of innocent curiosity? Or does he want to know out of something else?

“Well. Obviously not.” You finally say, bringing your knees up to your chest. “But English comprehension would be nice.”

Jason snorts a laugh. “That being said. He has to be funny. And tall, at least taller than me. And he needs to be smart. And fit. Like, physically.”

Jason watches you with a small smile on his face, nodding, like he knows you're just trying to describe him in a roundabout way. You laugh, a little nervous under his gaze. You reach across the couch and grab the remote.Your arm brushes against his leg and the contact is fleeting but it makes your skin burn.

“And all these guys at uni, and you haven’t found one who fits?”

His voice is lower when he speaks again, and when you look at him he’s looking at you so intensely. And it’s then you notice that the two of you are sitting quite close on the couch, considering it's one big enough to fit about four people.

“Well. Yes. I- Maybe.”

He just nods again. You take a quick breath in, quickly grabbing your book from the table. “Did you finish the essay for next week?”

Jason groans, leaning his head back on the couch. “Fuck. No. I completely forgot.”

You wave your own essay in the air. “Well. I was gonna ask you to read over mine, but. Nevermind then.” You sigh dramatically.

“Shut up. Lemme read.” He takes it out of your hand, slipping his glasses back on his face. They’re thick rimmed lenses that make him look older than he is and you love them.

You watch him as he reads, fingers playing with his bottom lip as his eyes skim over your work. Some part of you feels the tiniest bit self-conscious, because he is a hundred times smarter than you, but you know he’d never make it feel that way. Jason suddenly looks up and his eyes meet yours. You smile, face heating, as he raises an eyebrow.

“Enjoying the view, sweetheart?”

“Shut up.”

You tap the edge of your paper. “Good?”

“Great. Can you write mine too?”

You snort. “You wish.” Jason pouts and drops your paper back on the table.

“It’s fine. I’ll do it tomorrow. Right now I’m hungry.”

You sit up immediately at that. “Yes. Let’s order food.”

Jason looks back at his kitchen. “I shouldn’t. I’ve eaten takeaway every night this week, I think. It’s also,” he quickly glances at his watch, “barely half twelve. What’s even open right now?”

You groan, shaking his shoulder. “Jason, don’t be responsible! I’m here, this is like a sleepover. We need to eat something junk-foody.”

Jason just frowns. You flick the centre of his glasses and he tuts. “Hey.”

“I’ll even pay! It’s on me.” You nod and pull out your phone. You’re opening UberEats before he can protest again.

“See. Burger King is open. We love Burger King!”

“We do?”

“Yes. What do you want?”

“A whopper.”

You spend the next ten minutes deciding and then the next thirty waiting anxiously for your food. The thing with Jason, and probably the reason you like him the most, is that you can talk to him about anything. Tonight, it’s his brother Dick’s birthday party. He leans in to show you the picture on his phone, and you try not to laugh at how unhappy he looks to be photographed.

When the doorbell rings Jason runs to grab the food, before bringing it back to the two of you. It takes another twenty minutes for the two of you to finish eating, old episodes of Friends humming in the background. Sleep circles your limbs and you yawn, sipping on blue slushy that had come with your order. It’s entirely too sweet and stains your tongue blue but you keep drinking it anyway.

“I don’t know. Bruce is always asking me to come over, but. Things are still weird.”

You nod. “Yeah, I get it. But it’s good you’re trying. I-“

You're cut off suddenly by Jason yelling and pointing at your arm. You screech, dropping your slush and shooting off the couch.

“What! Oh my god, what is it?” You yell, hands rubbing at your sleeves.

“You-“ Jason tries to speak but his words are cut off by a laugh. “It was just a little bug.”

“Jason. That is not funny! You freaked me out, look!” You whine, pointing at the now spilt slushy all over your hoodie.

“Ah, shit. Sorry, sorry.”

He gets up and grabs some tissues and you furiously dab at your hoodie. The couch is also now blue, and you frown. “There goes my bed, too. Guess I’m sleeping on your bedroom floor today.”

Jason perks up where he’s blotting the couch. He frowns, thinking for a moment. “You’re not sleeping on the floor, what? Take my bed.”

Your hands drop to your sides. “Well what about you?”

“I’ll take the floor. It’s my fault you split this, anyway.”

“It’s your bed. I’m not gonna make you sleep on the floor.”

“Well, it’s my dorm so. I think I’ll have the final say, sweetheart.” He teases.

You bite your bottom lip, thinking, and toss the used tissues on the table. “Why don’t we just sleep together?”

The tips of Jason’s ears turn a dark red and he looks a little shell-shocked at your words, before it’s replaced by a smirk. Your face flushes too, and you quickly shake your head.

“I- Not like that, I meant- Stop laughing.” You snap. But the sight of him laughing behind his hand makes you giggle a little too.

“I just mean, like. I don’t mind sleeping in the bed with you. I just- I don’t think there’s any point in one of us sleeping on the floor, if there’s a perfectly good bed that can fit us both, you know?”

You’re well aware that you’re rambling, and the way he tilts his head and smiles at you is not helping. He gives the couch one last wipe and stands.

“Alright. That’s cool with me if it’s cool with you. I can also get you something else to wear.” He gestures at your now blue hoodie and you smile gratefully.

You’ve been in Jason’s room once or twice, to grab something or take a call. But this time it’s different, because you’re looking at his bed and you’re going to be in it in about five minutes. You ignore the band posters plastered on his walls, the messy stacks of books all over his floor. You sit gingerly on the edge of the mattress and wait. He comes in only a moment later. He starts rummaging through his drawers and you just watch. He glances at you over his shoulder and shakes his head, huffing a laugh.

“Stop staring. You’re making me nervous.” He whispers.

“Man up.”

He throws a hoodie at you and you catch it. “You know where the bathroom is.”

You walk into the toilet and quickly get changed. You leave your old hoodie in the hamper. Jason’s one is bigger and smells like him, and you don’t see yourself giving this back anytime soon. You give yourself a quick once over in the mirror, fixing your hair and wiping mascara from under your eyes, before you head back to Jason’s room.

When you come back, Jason’s already in bed, doing something on his phone. You linger in the doorway and he looks up.

“You want a formal invitation?”

You roll your eyes and shuffle your way over. You gingerly lift up the sheets and climb in. You are so painfully aware of how close he is, your shoulders brushing as he puts his phone to the side and lays down properly. The room is silent other than the two of you breathing. Just when you're about to speak, he beats you to it.

“Night.” He whispers.

“Goodnight.”

You’re not crazy, right? This is weird. Maybe if it was Victor’s room. A boy friend who was completely platonic, it wouldn't mean anything. But you’ve felt the tension between you and Jason, the subtle flirting, the lingering touches. You know that whatever is happening between you guys is not just friendship. And you have no idea if it's just you, because Jason is breathing so evenly you think he’s fallen asleep already.

You shuffle a little in the sheets, uncomfortable. They smell like Jason and it’s not helping to calm your thoughts down. You turn around to lay on your side, and when you do, you’re met with a face right in front of you, looking back.

It doesn’t take long for your eyes to adjust to the darkness and this close, you can make out the spattering of freckles on the bridge of his nose, the grey hairs he’s growing at 20 that he always complains about. His eyelashes are so long, and you smile sleepily.

“Hi.”

He smiles too. “Hi.”

“I can’t sleep.” You mumble, eyes fluttering shut. “Those burgers woke me up.”

Silence. You don't get a reply. You open your eyes again and Jason is just staring.

“Is there another bug on my face?” You joke. But he doesn't laugh.

“No. You just look so pretty right now.”

Your mouth opens to speak, but no words come out. Jason looks like he’s telling you the time of day, so casual. He lifts up his hand slightly, and brushes a strand of your hair from out your face.

“I- Thank you.”

He doesn’t say anything again. You don’t know what to say. A silence settles over the room again. The two of you just look at each other. And just when you’re about to break it, he sits up so fast it makes you jump.

“Jason, what-”

“I can’t do this, I-”

You eyebrows furrow and you sit up, watching Jason flick on the lamp on his bedside table. The room is enveloped in a soft warm light, and his hair is tousled a little, his shirt wrinkled from how quickly he got up.

“What is going on right now?” “Did you know Gar isn’t home?” He says.

You say yes, because the fact you can’t hear him yelling at COD or something else, and the fcat he didn’t come say hi, is enough clue that he’s not home.

“Right, so. When I made you spill your slushy, which was an accident by the way, I could’ve easily just let you stay in there. He wouldn’t care.”

“Okay.” You say slowly.

“And. I didn’t. Because I knew that you wouldn’t let me sleep on the floor and i wouldn’t either, and then we’d be in this position, and I’d finally get the chance to fucking tell you how i feel.”

“How- How you feel?”

“Yes. And then I pussied out and I just said goodnight, and. And then you looked at me, and, fuck. I can’t take it anymore.”

And then Jason turns to look at you, and he looks so desperate as he grabs your hands, his skin calloused as he tightens his grip.

“I like you. A lot. And, you know, I’d like to think I'm pretty smart, but I know I am horrible when it comes to people, at feelings. So I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to say that.”

This is a dream. There’s no way this is real, that the Jason Todd, biceps and all, is confessing to you on his bed. You want to pinch yourself because the way his thumb is rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand is making your heart squeeze in your chest.

You watch those pretty brown eyes furrow slightly at your silence.

“I- If you don’t feel the same way, I-”

You don’t think before you reach forward, palms grabbing his jaw and pulling him forward so you can press a kiss to his lips. And he barely waits a second before his eyes flutter closed, hands tangling in your hair to pull you impossibly closer. Your arms slide down to curve around his neck and you toy with the hair on the nape of his neck, and he groans. You finally let go and he leans his forehead on yours, kissing your nose, your cheek.

“I like you too, by the way. If the kiss wasn’t tell enough.”

He grins, boyish and handsome, and you want to kiss him again.

He sighs happily, hands slipping up the edge of his hoodie, eyes waiting for your nod of approval. When he gets it, he smiles again, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

“God, thank fuck for Lily and her boyfriend

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nia try not to write a college au mission impossible... I LOVEE JASON TODD! In my head any alternate universe hes not emo so i write him nice and cute.

thanks to all who voted in the poll! im gonna make my way through all the guys on that list so look out for it! next up will be shinsou because of a very nice commenter ;P i hope u all enjoy this, leave any fic ideas in my ask box!

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