#5 seconds of summer dirty imagines
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Falling into My Sins
chapter two: behind your father’s home
dbf!joel x fem!reader series - loosely inspired by the song skin by soccer mommy
chapter 1 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5
summary: you make plans with your mystery man from the bar the night before, only to end up having to cancel when your dad tells you he invited his best friend and his family over for sunday night dinner. when they show up, you’re shocked to find that you and your dad's best friend have already met once before. a moment alone after dinner ends in a way you never would've imagined.
word count: 3.8k
series rating: E (18+ mdni)
warnings: no outbreak AU, age gap (reader is in their 20s, Joel is in his 40s) alcohol consumption, light swearing, smut, unsafe p in v, dirty talk, pet names, no use of y/n, after this one joel is going to be an ass so…. enjoy it while it lasts. i think that’s it let me know if I missed anything pls!
notes: okay part two is here!! it’s going to get a bit angsty after this, but i’m so excited to share this chapter <3
thank you again to my bestie @shatteredbaby for proofreading, ilysm babe 🤍
The next morning you’re surprisingly not hungover from last night’s events. You roll over to grab your phone and check the time, then you see a text from an unknown number on your screen.
I’d love to take you out tonight, if you’re willing. Let me know if you’re free. -The Contractor
You smile and let out a content sigh as you think of a reply.
Sure, maybe you can tell me your name then, mystery man ;)
It’s nearly noon when you put your phone back down on the nightstand and leap out of bed. You sprint down the stairs and walk into the kitchen to see your dad sitting at the counter, drinking coffee and reading something on his phone. You walk past him headed straight for the coffee pot.
“Morning, heard you come in last night. Was expecting you to be out later.” It comes out more as a question as he looks away from his phone and up at you.
“Oh yeah, Dee drank too much so we left pretty early.” You turn around towards him and lean back on the counter as you sip your coffee.
He puts his phone down and leans back in his chair. “Well we’re having guests later, I forgot to tell you.” He clears his throat. “My buddy Joel is coming for dinner. He’s bringing his brother and his daughter too so you can finally meet them all.”
Your dad met Joel during your second year of college around the time your parents split up. You don’t know much about Joel, your dad only bringing him up from time to time, and you didn’t visit home often after going away for school so you haven’t gotten the chance to meet him before now. Since you rented an apartment with friends and also had a job in the city, you usually just stayed there over the summer. Guess you won’t be seeing your mystery man later.
“Oh,” you try not to sound upset that you’re going to have to cancel your plans later. “Yeah, I guess it’s about time I meet them.” You force a small smile.
He looks pleased by your response. “You’ll help me prep later? They’re coming around 5 since his daughter Sarah has school in the morning.”
“Yeah, of course.” Your dad offers you a small smile then returns to reading on his phone.
You walk back towards your room to get yourself together, taking your coffee with you. Once you’ve closed your door and splayed out on your bed again, you pull out your phone to type another message.
Something came up, we’ll have to reschedule. Sorry :(
You pout a bit as you hit send. A few seconds later you get a reply, heart racing as you open it.
No problem sweetheart, forgot I had something going on later anyway. We can plan for another time.
You stare at the message for a few moments, hoping he’ll actually keep his word.
You tidy up your room and throw on something casual, a few minutes later hearing your dad moving around downstairs, before calling up to you.
“I’m leaving! Going to get some things for later tonight, be back in 20!”
“Okay! I’ll be here when you get back!” You call back to him.
You hear him shut the door as you lay back on your bed. Memories from the night before of your mystery man, the contractor, start playing through your head. Thinking about the way his large hands grabbed at your waist while he was kissing you sends a shiver through your body. You’re guessing he’s quite a bit older than you, considering the bit of gray in his hair and scruff. You’d never entertained the thought of seeing someone older than you, but this man was quite literally gorgeous. His side profile, the slope of his nose and his sharp jaw kept your eyes glued to him practically all night. You decide to whip out your phone and text him again.
Does Tuesday work? I don’t wanna wait much longer than that, Mystery Man.
You bite your cheek as you nervously wait for his reply.
“Perfect, wouldn’t want to keep you waiting, Killer.”
You smile at the nickname, then quickly type out a reply.
Good to know ;)
“How’s 8 sound? I’ll pick the spot.”
You hear your garage door opening and peek out your bedroom window to see your dad pulling in.
Can’t wait, gtg… don’t forget about me.
“Impossible.”
Your cheeks heat a bit at his last message. It would also be impossible for you to forget about him. You run down the stairs to help your dad unpack the things for tonight and start prepping.
It’s about 5:30 when your dad sends you out to the back porch to set up the table with plates and utensils, seeing to it that everything’s in order by the time your guests arrive. You’re still pretty bummed about canceling your plans tonight, but you can’t help but think about what could be in store for Tuesday. You’re busy finishing the set up when you hear some commotion inside, your back is to the door when you hear it slide open.
“Honey! I want you to meet my buddy Joel, his daughter Sarah and his brother Tommy. They live a few houses down.” Your dad sounds ecstatic.
You turn around quickly, smile plastered on your face, and then you’re frozen in place as your eyes meet with his.
Fuck.
Your heart drops, there’s a lump in your throat and it feels like someone’s squeezing your chest. You open your mouth like you’re going to speak but nothing comes out.
Your mystery man from the night before, the attractive older contractor that you were all over last night, is your dad’s best friend.
Joel steps through the glass door to the back deck, following your dad. Your back is facing him and as soon as you turn around, his eyes practically pop out of his head. It’s you. The beautiful girl he was with last night who’s going to be the death of him. He knows it now for certain. He can tell you’re just as shocked as he is by the way you’re standing there, perfect lips parted like you’re unsure of what to say. It feels like time has slowed down and he needs to get it together. He swallows back the lump in his throat and wipes his palms on his jeans.
“Uh, nice to finally meet you.” Joel reaches his hand out to shake yours.
He watches you closely as you pause for a moment staring at his hand, then slowly reach yours out to meet his. The touch of your soft hand immediately sends a shock of electricity through him.
“Hi,” you introduce yourself and your name leaves your lips, voice sounding so soft and sweet.
He feels weak in his knees finally hearing your name. Joel’s eyes are glued to you as you wave to Sarah and Tommy, introducing yourself again.
He’s so fucked.
Your dad is completely oblivious of the tension between you two, which is for the better. “Well c’mon, let's sit and eat.” he smiles and pulls out his chair.
You sit next to your dad who’s at the head of the table, across from Joel, and Sarah to your right. You won’t even look him in the eyes, which may be for the better, he thinks. He still can’t take his eyes away from you for more than a second.
“Mitch, you didn’t have to do all this.” Tommy says to your dad.
Joel watches you closely as you look over at Tommy.
“Oh it’s no big deal, this one helped me out,” your dad points to you with his thumb and you turn to him with a smile. “Anyway, it’s about time we have a proper dinner with all of us together.”
Your eyes flick to Joel’s for a second then back to your plate.
“So, where was it you were going to school again?” Tommy asks you.
“The Art Institute of Chicago.” You smile softly at Tommy.
“Oh, Art major?”
“Well,” You tilt your head side to side contemplating. “I studied Architecture.”
“Wow” he sounds surprised.
Joel is just as surprised. You didn’t mention any of this last night, but he also didn’t ask. He never even got your name, it was exciting in the moment how fast things were going. He never would’ve even imagined this would happen. What were the odds, his best friend’s daughter.
“So Sarah, you started senior year last week, right?” Your dad asks her.
“Yeah, already can’t wait to get it over with.” She rolls her eyes and smiles.
You turn towards her, “Have you thought about where you’ll apply for college yet?” You ask her.
“Probably UT and a few other schools in state, maybe some others, we’ll see.” Sarah smiles at you.
Joel decides he’s ready to speak, still a little shaken up. “So uh,” you freeze and look at him with wide eyes. “How come ya never visited home while gone at school?”
“I had a job up there, well, more like an internship,” you clear your throat. “I was also leasing an apartment so it was easier for me to stay during the summer, I sometimes would come visit for a weekend.” You’re looking down at your lap now.
“You found a job since coming back?” Tommy cuts in.
“No, applied for a few but nothing yet.”
Your dad rests his hand on your shoulder and squeezes. “You’ll hear back from one soon bud, don’t worry.” You nod your head.
The rest of the meal is filled with chatter all over. Joel notices you’re avoiding him and that your conversation with Tommy is much more recurrent than with him - he’s growing bothered by it.
Once you’re all done eating, everyone goes inside for a beer, except for Sarah. You continue avoiding Joel, not even glancing towards him once you’re inside. While he talks with your dad and Tommy in the kitchen, you sit in the living room chatting with Sarah. He tries his best not to stare at you the whole night but he’s finding it hard.
Around 8 everyone finishes their first round, and shortly after, Sarah tells everyone she’s leaving because of school in the morning.
“See you later Sar, be safe walking.” Joel hugs her and kisses her head.
“Dad,” she whines. “It’s basically across the street.”
Joel laughs and squeezes her shoulder.
“Bye Sarah, it was nice finally meeting you” you’re smiling at her.
“You too.” She gives you a small hug and then is waving bye before walking out the front door.
“Text me when you’re home!” Joel calls out to her before the door closes.
Your dad grabs another round of beers from the fridge and hands them out. Joel needs it at this point, he needs to loosen up. He feels like he’s been tiptoeing around everything for the past few hours.
“Hey bud, do you mind cleaning up out back?” Your father asks you.
“Yeah, no problem.” You take a sip of your beer and set it on the counter before going out the back door.
“I’ll see if she needs some help, it’s the least I can do.” The truth is, Joel’s dying to talk to you, alone.
“I’m sure she’d appreciate that.” Joel smiles at your dad before walking towards the door.
Joel steps out onto the patio and sees you struggling to put down the umbrella in the center of the table. He slides the door shut and moves behind you, resting his hand on your lower back, reaching past you.
“Here, let me help you.” His voice is deep and it slightly startles you.
You turn towards him with wide eyes, then step back to let him help. He can feel your eyes on him.
“Thank you.” You whisper before clearing your throat. “I have to put it in the shed.” You gesture towards the side of the house.
He lifts it nonchalantly. “I’ll carry it for you.” He turns around and your eyes scan his form.
You don’t say a word before turning to walk towards the shed. He takes that as the cue to follow you. You still haven’t said a word to him and he’s itching to know what’s going through your mind. Are you thinking about last night as much as he is? It was killing him to sit across from you at dinner and not get more than a few glances from you.
When you get to the shed, you turn around to grab the umbrella from him, hands brushing his slightly before turning back to open the door. The look that was on your face tells him that you’re thinking about something and he can only imagine what. When you’re done, you close the door to the shed and turn back to him, standing there for a moment. Joel looks at you, lips slightly parted like he’s going to say something, but he decides not to.
“Thanks.” Your eyes flicker up to his before walking right past him.
The two of you start walking towards the house, Joel following behind you. You’re about to turn the corner back to the deck when you stop in your tracks. Joel freezes as you turn around to face him, a worried look plastered on your face.
The sun has set below the sky now, a bluish glow cast on everything in sight. The way your cardigan has slipped down exposing your shoulder has been driving him mad and it’s taking everything in him to not reach out and touch your soft skin. He just watches you for a moment waiting for you to say something, anything.
You take a deep breath. “Listen I-“ it comes out a little shaky. “I know this is probably really weird and, trust me, this is the last thing I was expecting.” It all comes spilling out so fast. “My dad’s best friend, it’s a little fucked up. So if you want to forget last night ever happened, I understand-“
He cuts you off with a kiss, pushing you up against the side of the house and pining you there. He’s been dying to touch you since dinner, and you thought he would be able to resist you? You have no idea. One of his hands rests on the side of your face while the other practically claws at your waist. He finally breaks the kiss, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath.
“I don’t, trust me, I don’t.” Part of him knows this is wrong but he can’t stop himself.
You’re staring at him with wide eyes, “Me neither.” you crash your lips into his again, balled up fist grabbing at his shirt.
He presses his growing length into you and lets out a deep groan, trailing kisses down your jaw, your neck, to your exposed shoulder.
“Sweetheart, you have no idea what’s been playing through my head since last night. I want you.” He lets out a sharp breath as he nips at your shoulder and looks into your eyes again. “The things I’ve been thinking about doing to you since then…” he trails off.
Your hands fall to the hem of his shirt, gently bunching it up and laying your palms on his warm skin. He shutters and sucks in a breath.
“Well what’s stopping you, Joel?” You’re staring up at him, lips parted. He can’t read your expression.
Finally hearing his name on your lips breaks what little control he had left. He looks down at your lips, and then something inside him snaps.
Suddenly, he’s spinning you around and pressing you up against the side of your dad’s house. He has his hands around your wrists and he’s holding them up beside your head on the wall. You let out a gasp.
He’s pressed up against you, hardened cock digging into your back. “This what you wanted, sweetheart?” It comes out through gritted teeth. “Last night in the alley, this what you were lookin’ for me to do?”
You let out a loud moan “Yes Joel, please,” and his hand muffles your whimpering.
“Gotta be quiet f’me, don’t want your dad comin’ out here,” his mouth is up against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Seein’ you begging for me.”
You nod consentingly, his hand still over your mouth, face pressed up against the side of the house digging into the brick. His other hand leaves your wrist.
“Be good and keep your hands there.” He moves his free hand down to the top of your shorts, swiftly unbuttoning them and shoving them down along with your underwear.
He grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes, letting out a low hum. “Mmmm,”
Then his hand slides to your front, slowly making its way to your core. He swipes his middle finger through your folds and you close your eyes, letting out a small sigh.
“So fuckin’ wet for me already.” Your hips jolt forward slightly, warmth growing in your lower belly as he swirls his finger around your bud. “You really are gonna be the death of me.” he whispers, kissing your cheek.
His hand leaves your aching center and you hear him unbuckle his belt, then the zipper of his jeans and the sound of them sliding down his thighs. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, and a moment later you feel him slide his cock between your dripping folds. You lift your hips back towards him with anticipation, giving him better access. He feels massive as he’s thrusting his cock through your wet folds.
Then without warning he’s placing the tip of his cock at your entrance. He presses in slowly, making sure to give you time to adjust to his side.
“So tight,” he sounds like he was holding his breath.
He’s still pressing into you agonizingly slowly. Your eyes flutter shut as he places a soft kiss on your temple.
”Doing so good,” he praises you. “Can you be quiet for me?” You nod and he removes his hand from your mouth.
You bite your lip trying to keep quiet as he bottoms out. He pulls almost completely out, just the tip inside of you before slowly thrusting back in, hands on your hips as his fingers dig in so hard you know they’ll leave bruises. He starts to quicken his pace, taking one hand off your hips to grab your face and turn your head to face him. His body twists so his lips can meet yours in a needy kiss. The hand still on your hip moves to wrap around you and hold you against him as he pounds into you. Your back is flush against his chest as he continues with his pace. Skin against skin, the only sound as his pace continues to quicken.
He breaks the kiss and looks down at you, hunger in his eyes as he takes you in. “Joel, oh my god.” You whisper.
He looks like he’s completely in a trance, grunting with each thrust. He’s pounding into you so hard that your body is pressing into the wall more with every thrust.
“Was thinkin-” he pauses to grunt as he thrusts into you. “‘bout this,” he thrusts again “all night.” He kisses down the side of your neck, nipping at the soft skin of your shoulder.
“Joel,” it comes out breathless. “Couldn’t even look at you during dinner,” your head falls back against his shoulder and he nestles his face into your neck. “Knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it together.”
You feel his cock twitch inside of you at your words, then he’s setting a ruthless pace. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he practically growls into your skin.
The pressure in your core is building by the second, about to snap. “Close,” it’s all you can get out.
He doesn’t say anything, keeping a steady pace. You can hear his heavy breaths behind you, then it’s hitting you. White hot pleasure coursing through your body. You remove your hands from the wall and grab onto his forearm that’s pressed against your stomach. Your head falls back onto his shoulder and your other hand reaches back to grab at his hair. He’s huffing through gritted teeth with every thrust, nose pressed against your cheek.
He lets out another deep groan then stops abruptly to pull out, pushing you into the wall again as he releases himself into the grass. You turn around and look down at his hand wrapped around his cock, his other hand next to your head on the brick wall.
“Joel,” you breath out, then reach to pull up your shorts as you catch your breath.
He looks at you and there’s an expression on his face that you don’t recognize. He pulls his jeans up and tucks his softening length away, then glances up at you while trying to catch his breath. He pauses for a moment looking you up and down, then he’s walking away without a word.
You just stand there, mouth open in shock trying to wrap your head around what happened. It all happened so fast. Your dad’s probably looking for you so you try to make yourself presentable as you walk up the porch steps and go inside. When you close the door behind you, you can hear your dad in the other room.
“Bye!” The front door shuts behind him.
You stand at the back door quietly until your dad comes back into the room.
“Hey bud, thanks for cleaning up, they just left.” He smiles at you.
He left already. “Oh, no problem.” You try not to sound confused.
“Did you get a bug bite?” Your dad tilts his head to the side and points at your collarbone.
Your hand flies up to cover it. “Um, guess so.” You say quietly, moving past him quickly to go to your room.
As you make your way up the stairs your mind is racing. Why did Joel leave so fast without saying a word? When you get to your room, you look in the mirror to check your neck and there’s a small mark where Joel was nipping at you. You lightly run your hand over it and let out a sigh, then you flop down on your bed, laying on your stomach. You grab your phone, opening your text thread with him. You change his contact name from mystery man to Joel, smiling as you do so.
can’t wait to see you again on tuesday
You bite at your lip waiting for his reply, heart racing as you think about what he might say. At some point you end up drifting off to sleep.
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SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF THE CREEPS
with playlists (ofc)
MASKY
Happy Pills - Weathers
Heavydirtysoul - Twenty One Pilots
Trouble - Cage the Elephant
Morph - Twenty one Pilots
Down In A Hole - Alice in Chains
Numb - Linkin Park
Breaking the Habit - Linkin Park
This Is How I Disappear - My Chemical Romance
Stalker - Badflower
Duality - Set It Off
HOODIE
Another Way Out - Hollywood Undead
Fairly Local - Twenty One Pilots
Message Man - Twenty One Pilots
Sucker for Pain - Various Artists
My Blood - Twenty One Pilots
Cut My Lip - Twenty One Pilots
Breezeblocks - altJ
Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met…) - Panic! At The Disco
Hypnotized - Set It Off
Church - Fall Out Boy
“TICCI” TOBY
Don’t You Dare Forget The Sun - Get Scared
Medicine - Hollywood Undead
I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead - Set It Off
Pain - Three Days Grace
Keep Myself Alive - Get Scared
Never Too Late - Three Days Grace
Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace
Horrible Kids - Set It Off
Mama - My Chemical Romance
Back from the Dead - Skillet
CLOCKWORK
Shatter Me - Lindsey Sterling, Lizzy Hale
Decode - Paramore
I’m So Sick - Flyleaf
I Miss the Misery - Halestorm
Enemy - Imagine Dragons, JID
Playground - Bea Miller
Catch Me If You Can - Set It Off
Ironic - Alanis Morissette
Rhiannon - Fleetwood Mac
Body Talks - The Struts, Kesha
EYELESS JACK
From The Ground - Hollywood Undead
Get Out Alive - Three Days Grace
Monster - Skillet
Dead Bite - Hollywood Undead
The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy
My Demons - STARSET
Sarcasm - Get Scared
Pet - A Perfect Circle
Somewhere I Belong - Linkin Park
Twisted Transistor - Korn
JEFF THE KILLER
Chalk Outline - Three Days Grace
So Called Life - Three Days Grace
I Can’t Decide - Scissor Sisters
Killer - The Ready Set
Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) - Marilyn Manson
Kill Everyone - Hollywood Undead
A Little Piece of Heaven - Avenged Sevenfold
To Catch a Predator - Insane Clown Posse
Dark Side - Blind Channel
Just Pretend - Bad Omens
JANE THE KILLER
Bring Me To Life - Evanescence
Damage - Fit For Rivals
Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge
Tourniquet - Marilyn Manson
Unbreakable - Fireflight
I’m Gonna Show You Crazy - Bebe Rexha
Hit and Run - LOLO
Get Jinxed - Djerv
La Seine - Vanessa Paradis
Let’s Kill Tonight - Panic! At The Disco
NINA THE KILLER
Heather - Conan Gray
Get Well - Icon For Hire
Oh No! - MARINA
Pretty Little Psycho - Porcelain Black
Partners in Crime - Set It Off, Ash Costello
Backstabber - Kesha
DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3
You’re So Creepy - Ghost Town
This Little Girl - Cady Groves
Guys My Age - Hey Violet
BEN DROWNED
Turbulent - Waterparks
Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) - The Offspring
Dirty Mind - 3OH!3
Riot - Hollywood Undead
oops! - Yung Gravy
Fashionably Late - Falling In Reverse
parents - YUNGBLUD
Hell of a Ride - Bo Burnham
Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer
Bad Girls Club - Falling In Reverse
SALLY WILLIAMS
Hayloft - Mother Mother
Tag, You’re It - Melanie Martinez
Little Game - Benny
Teen Idle - MARINA
Where Do I Go - Anna Blue
Silent Scream - Anna Blue
Lolita - Lana Del Rey
Dollhouse - Melanie Martinez
All The Things She Said - Poppy
Burning Pile - Mother Mother
#creepypasta#creepypasta hcs#creepypasta headcannons#songs that remind me of them#masky marble hornets#masky#tim wright#hoodie marble hornets#hoodie#brian thomas#ticci toby#toby rodgers#tobias rogers#clockwork#natalie ouellette#eyeless jack#jack nyras#jeff the killer#jeffrey woods#jeff woods#jane the killer#jane richardson#nina the killer#nina hopkins#ben drowne#benjamin lawman#ben lawman#sally williams
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heart got teeth | knj
(or, the one where namjoon meets his match and isn’t quite sure how to handle you.)
→ pairing: namjoon x f. reader
→ genre: pwp; smut, angst, enemies to fwb to lovers (kinda)
→ rating: explicit. minors dni.
→ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, reader is kind of a dickhead for a while but namjoon is a very into it and generally a horny disaster so it cancels out, side jihope because i can, hobi can’t hold his alcohol and namjoon says baby a lot so this is basically canon compliant, this is just porn with a crumb of plot so i will do my best with the explicit tags: kissing, joon has a wet dream, oral sex (m/f receiving), masturbation (namjoon does it a lot, reader once), fingering, i think there’s a handjob, dirty talk, dom undertones but nothing full-on, thigh riding, facesitting, referenced semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, one ass slap, very light choking, namjoon is just down really bad idk what else to say.
→ wordcount: 12k
→ playlist: 5 seconds of summer - teeth • monsta x - nobody else • waterparks - stupid for you • poppy - all the things she said • namasenda - 24/7 • bastille - goosebumps • monsta x - wildfire
→ a/n: this is a fic i wrote for an old fandom and reworked/rewrote to work in this context, so if it looks familiar, it is. don’t report me, i promise it's mine. :’) as always, thank you to lauren, jess, and bee for looking this over and catching all my fuckups. you all are the best and i would be a whole clown without the three of you.
To your credit, you truly have no ulterior, unsavory motives as you step inside.
It’s meant to be a simple night out with a few of your friends. A club, of course, because they never pass up an opportunity to go all-out: impeccable hair and makeup, outfits that are more like a second skin, fuck-me eyes with the glossed lips to match, ones that leave very little to the imagination of how low that mouth will go and how it’ll feel once it gets there.
Tonight’s about mourning. No more Seokjin in your entourage, seeing as he’s too busy fucking some boring accountant now. A “one-man man” he’d called himself, and you can’t possibly think of anything worse. There isn’t an accountant on earth hot enough to inspire monogamy.
So, you came to the club. The high-end one your friends like in the city with the hot bartender. Taehyung had wanted to blow off some steam before heading back to Daegu for a few weeks, anyway. Not that he has to wait long—someone catches his eye a few minutes in, leaving you and Jimin on your own.
Just as well. Neither of you have much trouble pulling.
Twelve minutes. Not your personal best, but it’ll do.
You have them pegged from a mile away. The taller one will have money and some sob story about growing up wealthy, fake humility dripping from every word as he waxes poetic about never taking anything for granted, while his friend—shorter by a few inches, hair looking neon red under the club lights, and certainly in his element—will play his good-cop partner in crime. He’s probably very charming, the type who will use his disarming, megawatt smile to secure a seat at the table and learn the drink order and pave the way for the dark-haired one to work his magic.
Because the dark-haired one will definitely work his magic. That smolder alone has probably been the cause of hundreds of weak knees, the kind of look that gets him whatever he wants with few questions asked besides, “yours or mine?”
You don’t bother to hide the disinterested look on your face, which suits you just fine. You know it’s flattering, your honeypot look. All to do with the slightly parted lips, the steeled, blasé stare that men fell over themselves to have focused on them. And, sure, you’ve taken a keen interest in vapid, meaningless sex with attractive strangers, but you aren’t sure you’ll be able to stomach the small talk these two will inevitably require to get to that point.
“Heads up,” Jimin says, nodding to his right.
You snort, hiding the downward tug of your mouth behind your whiskey glass. “I know.”
“Are you not interest—”
Jimin’s question is cut off by the smiley one finally reaching their table, immediately sliding into the booth beside him, both unprompted and unwelcome. Lithe limbs knock unceremoniously against the underside of the glossy table, and you can already see the gears turning in Jimin’s head. He never was able to resist a dancer’s body, which means the other one will be your problem for the evening.
“Would it be okay if I joined you?”
You cock an eyebrow at that. The dimly-lit, grimy club hardly seems like an appropriate setting for that level of refinement. “If you must.”
His bravado falters just for a second. Blink and you’ll miss it. Just as you expected, he isn’t used to being denied anything. “Oh,” he stammers, his eyes darting to his friend on his left who is too busy whispering god-knows-what in Jimin’s ear to notice. “It’s just… my friend,” he tries to explain.
Still gazing up at him, your lips stretch into a challenging smirk. “Mm, I noticed.”
He’s fidgeting. Weight shifts from one leg to the other, fingers flexed around the glass he’s holding before relaxing. “So, can I—”
“I don’t know,” you muse, “can you?”
“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters, his features immediately resetting to appear calm and collected. “May I?”
With a smug grin, you nod, gesturing to the empty space beside you. Your night was bound to be interrupted one way or another, and it’s always better to have it done so by someone so easily affected. There’s something deeply gratifying about making this stranger lose just that bit of control, of seeing his composed mask slip for only a second.
His enormous presence is immediately felt beside you, heat emanating from his flushed skin and calling to you like a siren song. And, god, is he attractive up close, the type of bone structure that plausibly could have been carved from stone, worshiped centuries ago. It takes a lot of self-restraint to not reach out and touch him, to keep your hands wrapped around your glass instead of skimming them along the outside of the thigh pressed against you.
If he’s going to be your only option for the evening, there’s nothing wrong with having a bit of fun, even if you aren’t particularly charmed by him.
Liking him isn’t a necessary prerequisite for taking him home—or to the bathroom, if the situation requires it—and having him fuck you senseless.
This is a game you’ve played—and won—countless times before. Because you can feel his dark gaze on you, each sideways glance lasting longer than the one before. Can see how jittery he still is, as if he feels the electricity between you, too, but is too paralyzed to act on it.
So, really, it shouldn’t be a surprise that you toy with him. He sneaks a glance, you make a show of crossing your legs, the garish club lights reflecting off smooth, soft skin. Another glance and you run your tongue slowly over your bottom lip, pretending to listen intently to whatever Jimin’s saying. You bare your neck to him as you throw back the last of your drink, head lolling to the side just enough to have him wondering how it’d feel to press his lips against the skin there.
A small, private grin to yourself when he sputters and tries awkwardly to cover it by clearing his throat. “Can—can I buy you another drink?”
God, he almost makes it too easy. “I don’t know. Can you?”
There’s a sharp sound as he bangs his fist on the table, jaw clenched in frustration. “I’m not going to ask twice.” Meant as a threat, but you know exactly what it is: just another attempt to regain control. You almost take pity on him. The poor guy really isn’t used to not easily getting whatever he wants.
You lean over, lips close enough to the shell of his ear to make the hair stand on his arms. “You’re lucky I let you ask once.”
He looks positively flustered now, a furious, rapid blush creeping up his neck, and you take his reaction and tuck it away for later. Want to save it, want to memorize the look on his face—the small parting of his lips, the barely-audible groan, the subtle roll of his shoulders. Want to think about it all later, preferably when you’re alone. Maybe in bed.
Jimin’s still engaged in conversation with the one who can’t stop laughing, his eyes lighting up every time he leans in to say something with that heart-shaped mouth only meant for Jimin to hear. When he pulls away from Jimin and turns his attention to you, you’re finally able to take in the lines of his face. Softer than the one you’re currently sitting next to, a bit more feminine, but you know there’s bite to him. Definitely attractive, has that familiar brand of confident swagger, and one-hundred percent Jimin’s type.
You think Jimin calls your name.
You turn your attention back to your friend, who’s looking at you expectantly. “Hm? Sorry, Chim, I couldn’t hear you.”
“Hoseokie-hyung says the next round is on him. D’you want another drink?”
“A few shots of tequila would be lovely,” you smile. “Thanks so much.”
You can feel the man beside you tense as he says, “I’ll join you, hyung.”
He stands, staring at you with a look that says he knows exactly what game you’re playing, giving everyone else all of your sweet and reserving the sour only for him. Seems like he isn’t all that impressed, either, if the tight set of his jaw is any indication. All you bother to offer him in return is a slow, deliberate smirk. Game on.
Jimin leans across the table conspiratorially. “So…? What do you think of Namjoon?”
“Who’s Namjoon?” you answer, nails clacking away as you reply to a text from Taehyung.
“Are you serious?” Jimin frowns. “He’s been sitting next to you all night.”
You chuckle at that. “Why do I need to know his name if you’re just going to fuck his friend?”
“I’m not—” Jimin pauses, pushes his bubblegum pink hair out of his face, chews the thought over. “Okay, I am, but—”
“It’s fine, Minnie. Do your thing. That’s the whole reason we came out, anyway.”
Jimin clicks his tongue. “You don’t like him at all? Not even a little bit?”
“You know he’s not my type.”
“Excuse me?” Jimin nearly shrieks. “Tall, extremely handsome, and rich isn’t your type?”
You roll your eyes. “Stuck-up dickhead isn’t my type. I’m extremely good-looking and rich on my own.”
“I don’t think he’s a dick,” Jimin defends. “Plus, he seems super into you. He was making googly eyes every time I looked over.”
“Guys always look at us like that on a night out.”
It takes a few minutes and a disregarded pleading stare, but Jimin eventually throws his hands up in surrender. “Fine! Just… be nice, at least.”
You quirk an eyebrow. “Why? You planning on keeping that guy around awhile?”
Jimin frowns, moves to protest, but his words are cut off by Hoseok again stumbling back to their table, a massive grin spreading across his face as he sidles up next to Jimin. With none of the same enthusiasm, Namjoon stands awkwardly next to the table, refusing to meet your eye as he hands out shots, two for everyone. Amused, you wonder if there’s a reason he might need to take the edge off. You huff a knowing, soft laugh.
As he reluctantly slides in next to you—distance kept, of course; no contact—you and Jimin move to clink your shot glasses together. You’ve rehearsed this scene a million times before: lean across the table, nearly touching; then, you’ll use a bit too much force, sending the drink spilling over the rim of the glass, sloshing onto the exposed skin of Jimin’s chest, which you lick off with an, “Oops, sorry, babe!” and an innocent smile.
Hook, line, and sinker.
Works every time.
Namjoon shifts beside you, clearly trying to appear unbothered. Some mumbled sentence about the club getting too warm and he rolls his sleeves to his elbows, the slight sheen of sweat covering an expanse of golden skin—the sight of which sends an unwelcome pang of heat straight to your core.
And he doesn’t miss it, either. “See something you like, baby?” he asks, confidence returning with a smugness that doesn’t sit right with you.
“All I see are two sweaty arms, so… no, not really.”
Namjoon studies you, nostrils flared as he tries to seem unfazed again. “You are truly insufferable, you know that?”
“I don’t recall asking for your opinion of me.”
He rolls his eyes. “Consider the first one free.”
“Well, I don’t plan on paying for a second, so I guess you’ll have to sit there like a good little boy and keep your thoughts to yourself.”
He chokes on his drink, sputtering and coughing in a way that has Hoseok leaning across the table to slap him on the back. “Namjoon-ah, are you—”
“I’m fine,” Namjoon snaps, not meeting his friend’s eye.
Jimin, with a knowing look on his face—yet still pointed, since his request for you to be nice has clearly fallen on deaf ears—offers Namjoon a sweet smile. “So, Namjoon-ssi, what do you do?”
“I’m—”
“He’s a psycho,” Hoseok slurs, cheeks flushed from all the alcohol and enough confidence in his answer to wipe the smile from Jimin’s face. “No, wait—”
You try really hard to mask the snort of laughter that manages to escape, but it only worsens when Namjoon says, “I’m a psychotherapist,” at the same time Hoseok clarifies again that, “He’s a psycho?”
“A therapist, huh? That seems important.” You know what Jimin’s doing, still hell-bent on his mission to get you to give Namjoon a chance. “What else are you into?”
“Bicycles,” Hoseok slurs again.
Namjoon groans, tossing back a shot before answering, “Motorcycles.”
“Mm, no, it’s definitely bicycles and you’re lying to seem cool since you don’t even have a license. But whatever.” Then he turns to Jimin, a 24 karat smile on his face as he asks, “Do you wanna come back to my apartment and have sex? I live alone.” Despite yourself and the horrified looks on both Namjoon’s and Jimin’s faces, you have to respect the boldness.
“You’re really drunk, hyung,” Jimin replies hesitantly.
Hoseok just shrugs. “You can stay over. I’ll sleep on the couch and then I’ll make you breakfast in the morning and we can have sex after.”
“So respectful,” you laugh. “I’ll fuck your brains out in the morning, but I won’t defile your honor by sharing a bed with you.”
Jimin seems gobsmacked. “I…” He looks at you, who just shrugs. Not the first time Jimin will leave with someone from the bar and, despite your friend’s initial hesitation, it probably won’t be the last, either. “Okay. But I want a full spread in the morning! All the banchan, too! Nothing weird.”
Hoseok doesn’t press his luck, just tosses some money in Namjoon’s direction, grabs Jimin’s hand, and does his best to stumble out the door while he calls for a taxi.
Namjoon’s presence feels almost overwhelming once the two of you are alone, still sitting too close together on the same side of the table. You know he’s stealing glances at you again, can feel his eyes on you, your skin, as you busy yourself with your phone. Send quick ‘text me when you get to their place and again in the morning’ messages to both Jimin and Taehyung even though they always do and don’t have to be told, but Namjoon’s gaze is heavy and there are implications and questions behind it that, frankly, you’re looking to avoid.
Maybe he’s affected more than he’s letting on. Surely a guy like him—so used to being in control, so used to being chased—isn’t the type to sit around and wait for orders, especially concerning something he wants. And he does want you. That much is clear.
You’ve dragged him so far off course it’s all he can do to tread water. Namjoon is fine with disinterest; not every person in the world is going to want him, despite the ego that tries very hard to convince him otherwise. Sometimes they want the charming, outgoing one instead of the reserved one who doesn’t do anything without a purpose, and such is the reality of being Hoseok’s wingman. That’s fine—really, he doesn’t mind. Always better to go home alone than with someone who isn’t all-in on him.
But he hasn’t been able to figure you out at all.
Worse, you know it.
So, if you accidentally-on-purpose rub your foot along his calf as you cross your legs and smirk at the strangled groan that escapes him, who can blame you?
“Guess that’s my cue to leave as well.” No room for misinterpretation, there. It’s as closed-off and uninviting as it can be, yet Namjoon stays frozen in place, unable to move aside to let you out of the booth. “Well?”
He comes to, coughing a bit as he shuffles into the aisle to his left. “Right, yeah. How are—will—do you need a ride home?”
You roll your lips. “Are you offering? With no license?”
“Yes,” he says, the word breathier than he’d like.
You smile sweetly, a slender finger moving to trace along his jawline. His eyes flutter closed at your touch, thick eyelashes ink-black and out of place against his cheek. Your lips move back to the shell of his ear. “Then no.”
Undeterred, Namjoon gently wraps his fingers around your wrist, keeping you close. “The alternative is giving me your number and letting me know you get home safe.”
“That sounds an awful lot like an order,” you muse. “So, what would happen if I took your number, promised I’ll text, and you never heard from me again? Would I get punished?”
Something dark flashes in his eyes—perhaps your first glimpse of who he typically is, confident and dominant and very comfortable playing this game. “Something tells me you wouldn’t do that to me.”
You smirk, reaching out with your free arm to graze your nails down his side. His muscles flex under your touch, defined and solid, as he hisses. “I think that’s called your ego.” Your eyes trail lower. “Unless it’s… something else?”
“Something else?” he questions. “Didn’t take you for the shy type.”
Entranced, Namjoon watches as white teeth bite down on your bottom lip, your tongue darting out briefly to ease the sting. One brief, fleeting thought about how it’d feel to have that tongue someplace else and his cock twitches in his jeans. Barely an hour together and he’s certain you’ll be the death of him. A million little deaths he’ll willingly endure.
“Like your girls with a dirty mouth, do you?”
All he can muster is a crooked grin. “And if I say yes?”
You laugh softly. “Then I’ll ask you, kindly, to remove your fingers from my wrist and go splash some cold water on that pretty face of yours. You’re about two seconds away from coming in your jeans and not even I dislike you enough to let you embarrass yourself like that.”
His grip on you loosens. “You don’t like me? Don’t you think that’s a bit strong? You barely know me.”
“Oh, were you under the assumption this was something more?” When he doesn’t answer, you extract yourself from him and wink. “Maybe you can think about me later when you’re jerking off.”
And if he spends the rest of his evening doing exactly that? Well, that’s his business.
Namjoon spends the next two weeks doing that, actually.
Your touch is seared into his mind—the feel of your fingers tracing along his jaw, his sides, the way his body reacted to you, an obvious desperation even before he’d let it get this bad, fester this long. The urge was slowly growing out of control, and he told himself each morning that today would be the day, he’d send that stupid fucking Instagram message asking you out—
Because that’d been your play the night you’d met. As promised, you took his number and never texted, just posted a goddamn thirst trap to your Instagram story that was clearly meant for him. Because you knew he’d chase you, figure out some way to find you. Fresh out of the shower, hair wet and droplets teasing down your chest, silk camisole barely hanging on as you snapped a photo over your shoulder in your bedroom mirror. A small winking emoji in the corner as if to say yes, I made it home—alone. And since you’re alone, too, have fun touching yourself.
He’d barely been in bed ten minutes before his pants were pushed halfway down his thighs and he was spilling into his hand.
It became routine somewhere around day six. Instead of sending the message, he’d lose his resolve, fall into bed at the end of the day, and let you consume his thoughts as he got himself off. God, he’d started to get greedy—always wanted more, imagined more, and it never took long. A vague memory of the perfume you wore, a stray thought of the way it’d smell imprinted into his sheets, his skin; the hawkish look on your face as you’d studied him, trying to decide if you wanted to worship him or ruin him.
Bit late for that, Namjoon thinks as he comes into his fist. He’s already ruined.
Part of him wants you to know, wants you to see how undone he becomes just at the thought of you, almost wants you to humiliate him for what he’s just done—and his hips stutter one last time at the thought, shocking him into contemplative silence. That’s new.
Instead, he stands on shaky legs and moves to his bathroom, running a washcloth under cool water to clean off his hands. God, he’s utterly wrecked. He begs his brain to figure it out, get it together long enough to just compose a simple text asking you on a date. The inevitable rejection will quell the wildfire and he’ll finally be able to go more than a second without thinking about you, about how you’ve reduced him to a writhing, nervous mess.
His heart hammers in his chest as he fetches his phone and stares down at an empty Instagram message. Words suddenly don’t seem to make sense as he wracks his brain for a way to phrase his question that won’t make him sound like a complete fool.
I’d like to take you out tomorrow, he types, only to delete it once he realizes the only response he receives will be some variation of “I bet you would.”
Can I… he begins to type again. Quickly deletes that, too, and types May I take you out tomorrow? instead. It still doesn’t feel like enough, he’s sure you’re going to tell him no and tell him to fuck off, but that just means he won’t be disappointed when that’s exactly what happens.
Before he can overthink it, he presses ‘send’ and resists the urge to turn his phone off completely. He can’t remember the last time he was this nervous asking someone out—then again, he was usually able to skirt by on his good looks and a well-executed smolder. Not now, though. Somehow, he’s managed to become ensnared by the one person in the entire country who finds his charm repulsive and off-putting. And it’s not like he can suffer in silence, either. Hoseok had caught on quickly, sometime during the first week, because Namjoon didn’t have much time or desire to go out. He’d been able to fumble an excuse, something about working late, because he couldn’t tell him he couldn’t stop jerking off over a woman who wanted nothing to do with him and still be able to look his friend in the eye afterwards.
Their friendship doesn’t have many limits, but that’s certainly one of them.
He’s halfway to Googling “how to unsend an Instagram message” when his phone vibrates in his sinful hand, his stomach dropping to the floor when he sees it’s from you.
And clearly not meant for him.
It’s a screenshot of a selfie he’d posted weeks ago on his parents’ boat, a picturesque sunset in the background that bathed his silhouette in golden light. Namjoon knows he’s photogenic, looks damn good from all angles and has never taken a bad picture in his life, even candidly, but that one had been especially striking, so he’s not really surprised. He has, however, gone dry in the mouth at the text below it.
Tae, you don’t understand. He’s so fucking hot it pisses me off a little. He’s kind of a dickhead but I’d still fuck the shit out of him.
Oh.
Well, fuck. He certainly hadn’t been expecting that.
His fingers twitch, both to reply to the message and wrap around his cock for the umpteenth time since that night at the club. And he knows the right thing to do is pretend he hasn’t seen it, not mention it, don’t rub your face in it, because if the situation was reversed, he doesn’t figure he’d like someone ribbing him, either. But he’d be a fucking fool to pass this up, so he replies with “Oh?” and throws the winking emoji back at you.
Another ten minutes pass and he’s certain he’s blown it. And then—
He nearly blacks out at what’s on his screen. Desire needles at his skin like a wildfire destined to burn out of control as he drinks in the sight of you, all that naked, smooth skin contrasting against the crisp, white sheets you’re wrapped in. There’s just a hint of indecency, a promise of a whole lot more, and Namjoon suddenly can’t remember having seen anything so perfect, can’t focus on anything except the sound of his blood in his ears and the picture in front of him. Wonders how it’d feel to run his hands over all that bare skin; how it’d taste. What you’d sound like as he took his time unraveling you—if you would even let him.
A whimper escapes him as another message comes through.
You can’t take me out, but I might let you invite me over if you behave and keep your hands to yourself until tomorrow.
“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, already feeling his boxers begin to tent.
You break your kiss and plant your hands on his chest, pushing him backwards into the wall. You’re a vision in crimson red before him, the lingerie leaving nothing to the imagination besides a plethora of unholy thoughts. Fingers twitch at his sides, itching to reach out and grab you.
You take a step back, just out of his reach. “You’re a very dirty boy, aren’t you?” you tease, your head cocking to the side as you take him in. “Can’t ever keep your hands to yourself.”
Lighting himself on fire would feel the same, Namjoon thinks. His blood burns in his veins, thick with such a heavy desire that it consumes him. He’s still fully dressed yet completely unraveled, so hard it’s painful, and he needs you to keep talking, needs you to touch him, needs you—
“Baby,” he whines, his hips betraying him as they thrust against nothing. “Please.”
A slow, sultry smile. “Didn’t take you for the begging type.” He groans again at his words being parroted back to him.
“I’m not.”
“And now?” you ask. “Would you beg for it?”
“Yes,” he says without hesitation. “Whatever you want.”
You quirk an eyebrow. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to give someone that kind of power? You never know what they may do with it.”
The words are out of his mouth before he can reconsider. “Baby, no one has complete power over me.”
He knows immediately he’s fucked, knows it even more when a mischievous smile stretches across your face. You’re so composed, just standing there in front of him as if he wouldn’t drop to his knees and do whatever you asked of him, like you have all the time in the world and this is just a minor inconvenience. As if you aren’t taking him apart at the seams, popping each stitch one by one and letting him hang in freefall. Making him sweat it out.
Beating him at his own game.
“Is that so?” You take a step closer, study him. See the way his eyes flutter closed in anticipation, the intake of breath, almost a plea. “Should we put those words to the test?”
You drop to your knees languidly, still too far away, and look up at him through dark lashes, your tongue rolling across your lips just enough to moisten them and state your intent. “What do you want, Namjoon?”
His name sounds obscene in your mouth. “I—” His brain and his body are at war, too much information to process that he can’t find the words, can’t formulate a single coherent thought. “I don’t, I—”
“Surely someone so in control could use their words?” He’s fucking ruined. “I’m on my knees in front of you and you can’t think of a single thing you’d like me to do?”
“I want your mouth,” he breathes.
“That’s not very specific. There’s lots of things my mouth can do.”
“Like talk a lot of shit,” he responds tartly.
“Yes, but that’s nowhere near as fun as the others.” You huff a laugh as you move close enough to rake your fingernails down his thighs. “Take these off.”
You’re still staring up at him from your place on the floor, your rapt attention doing fuck-all to help the way his hands are trembling. It’s not the first time he’s had a woman on her knees in front of him, but it’s the first time he can’t stop shaking long enough to pop the button on his jeans and drag them down his legs. Usually skilled, deft fingers rendered completely useless.
“You could make yourself useful and help me, you know,” he quips. Another failed attempt at the button before he finally gets it; something between a relieved groan and a hiss as he drags the zipper over his strained erection.
“Would you rather I undo your pants or make you come down my throat?” Namjoon is too dazed to answer. “You need to think before you speak, babe. That smart mouth will get you into trouble.”
“I’m already in a world of it, baby,” he responds, moving to palm himself.
You catch his wrist and move it back to his side. “No touching, yourself or me. You touch me and I stop.”
He barely resists the urge to ask what in the hell is wrong with you, can’t you see how desperate he is, how he’s already at the edge and you’ve barely touched him, that you’ve already won, might as well give in and stop fucking around.
Instead, he barely manages a nod. Plants his hands against the cold plaster of the wall at his back.
And waits.
You’re still kneeling on the floor in front of him, but the smug grin is new. He cocks an eyebrow, whether in question or challenge he isn’t sure, but you ignore it all the same. “How in control are you?” you ask.
“What?”
“No one has complete control over you, right?” You move so you’re laying back, propped up slightly on your elbows. “Would you be in control if I took this off?” you ask, tracing a finger along the lace trim of your thong.
His breath feels thick in his throat. “Yes.”
Hips jut into the air as you shimmy the garment down the expanse of your legs. If he was having trouble breathing before, he’s damn near suffocating now as he takes you in again, laying bare before him. Your nails graze along your skin—slowly, teasingly—and he watches, hypnotized, as they near your core. A hitched breath, wondering if you’re going to touch yourself as he watches. A silent prayer the answer is yes.
And it is. Fuck, it is.
You repeat your question—“Are you in control now?”—and he doesn’t know the answer. He is and isn’t, knows the reality doesn’t quite match up with what he wants to say. It’s a struggle just to tread water, let alone think up some smart response to hide how untethered he really is, to maintain that façade.
“Baby, I—”
“You want to touch yourself, don’t you?”
He groans, his fingers grasping at nothing as they try to dig into the wall. It’s all too much. Sensory overload. The sight of you, the lilt in your voice as you tease him. He’s always prided himself on his control, his dominance, and now that the trap door has given way beneath him and he’s left suspended, he’s simultaneously never felt more terrified and more alive.
“Yes,” he finally chokes out.
Your eyes lock on his as you say, “Go ahead.”
The first stroke brings such relief he’s certain he’s going to black out. A loud, unabashed moan comes with the second. The third—god, the third has his toes curling against the wood floor, that familiar heat pooling in his belly, ready to engulf everything in its path. His thighs begin to tremble as he keeps working himself over, and it’s not a second later that—
It’s nearly the afternoon when Namjoon jolts awake, his heart feeling ready to burst right through his chest. He doesn’t bother peeking under the covers, already knows, without having to look, what a mess he’s made of himself. Again. It hadn’t even been this bad when he was a teenager, and it’s this thought that has him stumbling to the shower to wash away his indiscretions. Sets the temperature all the way to cold as he steps inside, standing right under the spray.
Pathetic, really, how he can’t stop thinking about you. Can’t stop replaying in his mind how you’d felt, how you’d made him feel. The feel of your skin on the pads of his fingers, against his own; the smell of you, the taste of your mouth. The sight of you open and wanting and coming undone in front of him. If you’d managed to overwhelm every one of his senses in a dream, what was the real thing going to be like?
You’d told him to keep his hands to himself, but not even the sting of the freezing water is enough to cool him down, so he thinks about it once, twice, nearly three times before he slips his hand around his cock. What you don’t know won’t kill you, and he’s certainly not planning on coming clean.
Just needs to take the edge off. It’d assuredly be worse to walk around his place all day with an erection, he reasons.
The wait is torturous. Time itself seems to betray him, the clock barely moving every time he sneaks a glance at his phone. If he goes to hell when he dies, it’ll just be this, he thinks—the maddeningly slow wait for a booty call he can’t stop thinking about.
Because that’s all it is. He has to remind himself of this when it starts to feel too real, too comfortable, like he’s waiting for a date or something more serious than whatever this is. You don’t like him, don't like the way he carries himself or any aspect of his personality at all, really. Usually he’d be fine with a quick fling, a casual hook up or two to blow off some steam. But he’s a relationship, commitment kind of guy at heart, so despite his best efforts, the thought of this becoming something more still creeps in every now and then. A daydream.
Send me your address.
Nerves engulf him as the message comes through, and he must type and retype his response a dozen times before he finally gets it right.
Half hour.
The waiting game again. He moves around his place frantically, tidying and straightening, lights a candle, changes into something more presentable than joggers.
There’s a knock at the door and he swallows hard, tries to muster up some of his old confidence again. This isn’t him. Namjoon has never been reduced to a pining, uncertain mess, and he’s so off-kilter he barely manages to make it to the door before the third series of knocks.
As he pulls it open, his face drops unceremoniously. You aren’t standing on the other side, ready to greet him with a sultry grin. Instead, there’s a gangly-looking teenager in a uniform, his hat askew as he holds a pizza box.
“Uh, hi. Can I help you?” Namjoon asks, peering around the kid to look out into the hallway.
“I have a small sausage for you,” comes the response. Nasally and bored.
Namjoon chokes, the choice of words catching him off-guard. “I didn’t order a pizza.”
“Are you Kim Namjoon-ssi?” He nods. “Then this is for you.” The kid tries shoving the box into Namjoon’s hands, but he takes a step back.
“I promise you, I did not order a pizza.”
“Look,” the kid sighs, all politeness tossed aside immediately, “it’s already been paid for. Just take the damn box and throw it away if you don’t want it. I really don’t give a shit what you do with it, but I’ve got other deliveries to make.”
Eyes narrowed, Namjoon grabs the box and slams the door, opting to ignore the muffled you could’ve at least tipped me, you cheap asshole from the other side. Tosses the pizza onto his kitchen counter and stalks towards his bedroom where he’d left his phone.
Did you send me a fucking pizza? he types.
Told you not to touch yourself, comes your response.
It’s another week before he can convince you to see him.
A week of borderline begging—because he refuses to actually do so—and teasing and whispered confessions he doesn’t think twice about. He wants you. He wants you so badly he’s dizzy with it, and he’s done playing games. His desire is out there already and it’s obvious. No point in acting coy now.
You agree under the condition the two of you meet at the club. Have a few drinks with Jimin and Hoseok. No doubt to prolong his suffering, Namjoon figures, but he agrees all the same, willing to play along. He just wants to see you; hopes maybe being face-to-face will extinguish some of the heat.
But it doesn’t.
Of course it doesn’t.
You’re barely in each other’s company twenty minutes before he lets you drag him down a quiet corridor and into an empty bathroom. You let him press you against the sink, dress hiked up around your thighs; let him press a desperate, searing kiss to your mouth, all tongue and teeth and sighs of relief.
The first time scratches the itch. It’s quick—almost embarrassingly so—and rough, right there in the club, and all Namjoon can think about is the taste of you, how all those daydreams hadn’t done you a lick of justice. Swears stars pop behind his eyelids and he can hear a choir. You had been stunning in all his fantasies, but up close, in person, you’re so much better. As if your body is meant only to bring him to his knees, to make him surrender.
Namjoon very quickly realizes he’s got a problem on his hands.
There’s no way he’ll be able to let you go—already can’t stomach the thought of you being with anyone else. He doesn’t want to be with anyone else, and he curses at himself for letting it get this far, for letting someone ruin him this way. He knows without having to hear you say it that you aren’t the type to be tied down. Probably goes running at the first sign of attachment. But he can’t help himself, torn between touching himself to the memory of the way you felt around him and the thought of what it might be like to have something more.
The second time you come to him. Press him against the wall in the entryway and drop to your knees, your mouth working him into a frenzy before he can barely mutter a greeting. Fingers itch to tangle into your hair when he remembers his dream, wonders if he’s allowed to touch you like that, hopes that maybe he isn’t.
He wants you to destroy him.
“Baby,” he says, a fractured moan punctuating the sound of your name that follows. A hand joins your mouth in moving along his length and he swears. “Baby.”
There’s an obscene noise as you release him from your mouth, a trail of spit barely connecting the two of you as you look up at him with a gaze that’s been seared into his memory for weeks. “What?”
“I—fuck.” Your hand’s still working him, still doing that thing where it twists on the upstroke that has him feeling like all the air’s been punched from his lungs. “I want you,” he breathes. “I want—wanna make you come.”
A smile betrays you, the corners of your mouth turning up just enough for him to catch. “Do you want it?” Your free hand moves to his thigh, kneading at the cords of muscle there. Fingers dig into the crease at his hip, the ditch of his knee. “Or do you need it?”
“Yes,” is all he manages to say.
You sit back on your haunches, looking straight out of his wet dream as you stare up at him, bottom lip tugged between your teeth. “Go sit on the couch,” you instruct.
If he’s ever moved faster, he can’t recall when. You follow slowly, items of clothing dropping behind you as you go, only your matching lingerie left by the time you reach him. His breath catches again, both in awe and in anticipation. Yes, you’re stunning, but Namjoon can’t remember anyone else having ever invoked such a strong response from him. Every part of him needs you.
You straddle him, legs anchored at his sides as he grabs the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss. You’ve kissed dozens of times before, desperate, more teeth than anything else. This one he’s determined to take slow, take his time, savor you.
And as soon as he feels you tense, as soon as you pull away and move your lips to a spot just below his ear, he knows he has the answer to a question he never bothered to ask.
Teeth graze his earlobe. “I’ve been thinking about these,” you say, your palms dragging up and down his thighs. “Wanna get myself off on you.” And just like that, all those thoughts of something else are pushed to the back of his mind.
A loud whine escapes him, hips rocking forward to press his erection against your clothed center. Decides to take a risk and dig his fingers into your hips, a stray hope he might leave a mark, have just that bit of claim to you. Uses his leverage to situate you onto one thigh.
“By all means,” he says, lips moving against your collarbone. Hooks the fabric of your thong to the side, hands still on your hips to begin moving you. “But I want to feel it. All of it. Want to watch you make a mess on my leg.”
You move slowly at first, trying to find a balance between what you need and the tempo Namjoon is setting. A relieved moan when you find the right combination, and Namjoon matches it when he feels how wet you are. You move unabashedly, plant your hands on his chest as your hips grind faster, more frantic. Namjoon covers your hands with his own, fingers moving over yours as he digs your nails into his chest, drags them down far enough he knows they’ll leave marks. Thrusts at the thought of being marked by you, of having a reminder to come back to in the morning when you’ll inevitably be gone.
“Fuck, Joon,” you moan. “Feels so good.”
Hands still covering yours, Namjoon moves one to his neck, praising you as you tighten your grip around his throat. “That’s it. Just like that, baby. You look so beautiful using me like this.”
Namjoon can tell how close you are long before you ever bother to tell him. Sees the slight falter of your motions, feels you press yourself harder against him, desperate for more friction, the light sheen of sweat forming at your brow. He wonders, briefly, if you’ll actually let go, if you trust him enough to let him bear witness to you coming undone.
His question is answered as you break into a shaking, gasping mess, collapsing into his arms as he wraps them around you, tangling a hand in your hair and pressing kisses to your temple. Rains praise down upon you, tells you how thankful he is to be able to witness it. Wants to commit all of it to memory—your heaving chest, trembling thighs, the sounds you make as you come down from your high, the dazed look in your eyes as you open them and meet his own.
Knows he’s going to say something stupid, so he crashes his lips to yours, hungry for you in a way that honestly terrifies him. A way he’s never wanted anyone else. And he knows that’s the catch with you, knows this has an expiration date, and so he pushes this thought to the furthest corner of his mind. Knows he has to stay in the moment lest it all comes spiraling down around him.
He grabs the back of your thighs and stands from the couch, waits for you to wrap your legs around his waist before he moves toward his bedroom. Isn’t sure he’ll be able to make it, thinks about just fucking you into the wall in the hallway, but judging from the state of his leg, he doesn’t think he’ll be able to afford the dry cleaning bill if the two of you stay on the couch.
Obscene words spill from your mouth with each step he takes and he spares a moment to marvel at his self-restraint. Wonders when he’d acquired it, because he seems to have lost all of his old sensibilities when it comes to you. “Want you so bad,” you say, words nearly a purr as you speak them into the crook of his neck. “Just fuck me right here.” You use his grip on you to roll your hips, slick center gliding along the length of his cock.
He groans at the contact, lets your words wash over him and bathe him in your indecency. You roll your hips again, a lewd temptation and always a challenge. You want to tempt him straight to the edge and watch as he goes over, want him to regain control and lose it over and over again, want to ruin him for anyone who comes after you. And Namjoon knows you’re going to, knows this has already gone too far despite only having just begun, and he feels the anger seep in alongside the lust, though he can’t tell who it’s directed at. Probably himself, but that doesn’t reign him in.
He presses you against the wall of his bedroom, presses a searing kiss to your mouth—that dirty, unrelenting mouth of yours that never seems to stop—and he wants to kiss you breathless. Wants to shut you up, wants you to surrender, to beg, wants a million things he will never get.
And, all along, you were right. He always wants. Wants you, wants more, wants impossible things. Despite having you exactly where he wants you right now, you’re going to leave. You’re going to leave and he’s going to be left behind, wanting and destroyed and longing, and he’s none too impressed to be on this side for once.
Because, as he moves you to the bed and drapes his body atop yours, your words echo in his mind:
Want you so bad.
Want.
Not need. Never will be need.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he says, hands everywhere at once, the feel of you beneath him nothing more than an answered prayer. His fingers move lower to your clit, teasing, circling slowly. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want,” you drawl, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging, and he gasps at the sting, “to watch you. I want to see exactly how good I make you feel.” His hips move of their own accord, pressing you further into the mattress. He’s so fucking hard, can barely believe he’s still conscious, and he’s absolutely drunk on the reality of you. “Do you want that? Want me to ride you until you come?”
“Fuck,” he moans. “Yes.”
You pull at his hair again, forcing him to look at you. “Then say it. Tell me you want it.”
“Fuck, baby, yes.” Slips a finger inside your cunt, desperate to make you as needy as he is. Pumps once, twice, before he adds a second. “Want you to make me come. Want all of it. Everything.”
A wordless demand for him to roll over as you nudge his shoulder, but not before your hips jerk upwards to meet his fingers, seeking him even though you’d never dare admit it. He smirks down at you, cheeks dimpling, moves his thumb back to your clit just to watch you writhe. Traces slow circles again just to listen to the way your breath hitches, to hear the small, gasping pants against his neck. Applies a hint more pressure just to feel your muscles clench tighter around him, the grind of you against his hand, hungry for more even when he’s ready to give you everything you want.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asks, delighting in the whines spilling from your mouth. “First my leg, now my fingers. I think you’re getting greedy, baby.”
You glare at him through lidded eyes. “Maybe I should hold it in. Think twice about stroking that massive ego of yours.”
He finds your wrist and grasps it loosely, moving it down his body to his cock. “You can stroke something else, if you’d prefer.”
You take him in your hand, pumping slowly. Gather the beads of precome at the head and move down the shaft and back up again. “Notice you didn’t mention anything about it being massive. Is that what the ego’s for? To compensate?”
Anyone else and he might be offended. But, coming from you, it’s just a challenge. Another jab. The game you love to play and have become very, very good at. A lesser man might not be able to handle it, but Namjoon… Well, it’d been his game first, after all, and he knows better than anyone that the only way to win is to not play.
So, he withdraws his fingers right as you’re at the edge. Makes a show of putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean, does his best to ignore the obscene jolt of arousal as you mutter a “Jesus fucking Christ” under your breath. “That’s not a very nice thing to say, baby.”
You roll your eyes, releasing his cock from your grasp. “So what? I’m being punished?”
“Only nice girls get to come.”
He’s on his back before he realizes he’s moved. Your fingers are wrapped tight around his wrists, pinning them above his head. A truly wicked grin forms on your face and he wonders, briefly, how anyone survives you. How no one has combusted under the sheer force of you and that look and everything that comes after it. Namjoon wants to burn beneath you for centuries, or however long you’ll allow.
Your body moves languidly up his own until your core is positioned over his face. “Maybe so, but nice girls don’t take what they want, either,” is all you manage to say before he wrangles his wrists out of your grasp and grabs onto your hips roughly, pulling you down against his mouth.
The first kiss he presses against you is soft, teasing. You groan, curse at him for being a tease, and press harder against his face. He flattens his tongue as he laps at you, desperate and hungry for your taste, pausing every so often to slap your ass, tell you to take exactly what you need from him. As you move above him, hips rolling against his mouth, his own body writhes at the heat between them, the brazen frenzy that’s taken over you.
He’s not sure how long he spends between your legs, but he knows it’s not long enough. He’d spend forever there if he could, drunk on it. You taste divine, and he tells you as much over and over, words spilling from his mouth when you aren’t putting it to use.
Thighs, still anchored on the sides of his head, begin to tremble, energy still pent up from the orgasm he’d denied you. He considers doing it again, payback for all your teasing and that smart mouth, but his body betrays him before he can even make up his mind, tongue flat and anchored against your clit as you grind and roll your hips across it. God, he never thought he’d get off on being used like this, always thought he needed to be in control to enjoy sex, but nothing about you has ever really made sense to him except that he can’t get enough.
As you come a second time, all he can do is gaze up at you in admiration. He wants you to take the piss out of him, loves watching the twinkle in your eyes as you scheme up some tart response. He wants the denial, the what-ifs, the second-guessing that always ends with you a blissed-out, moaning mess on top of him. Even now, when you’re exactly where he wants you most, it’s not enough. He still wants more.
He maneuvers so you’re eye-to-eye. Allows himself only a second of pride at how disheveled you are before he wraps his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into a rough kiss. Receives a whimper as you taste yourself on his lips, his tongue, his face. Blindly, you reach behind you for his cock, hand wrapping tightly around the base as you pump him. Whispers something about returning the favor, about making him feel good, but Namjoon’s focus went to shit hours ago. Nothing exists in this moment—in this room, perhaps in his entire world—except you.
“Come on, baby,” he urges, situating himself against the headboard. Even though you’re inches apart, he can feel the heat emanating from your cunt and his cock twitches, seeking your warmth. “We’ve gotten a bit sidetracked. I believe you promised to ride me until I came.”
You grip him again, aligning his length with your center. The head of his cock teases against wet folds and he moans, earning him another knowing smirk. “Beg me,” you say.
“What?”
Another roll of your hips, another fractured gasp. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
His brows furrow in annoyance. Says your name in a way that sounds like a slur. “This isn’t funny.”
You lean down, hair draping your face. “Who’s laughing?” you ask before you lick a long stripe up his neck that causes goosebumps to erupt all over his body. “Beg me.”
“Please,” he breathes, the word sounding more familiar than he ever thought it could. “Baby, please, I—I fucking need you so much.”
“Do you?” you tease, fingertips tracing the ridges of his muscles.
Namjoon grabs your chin, forces you to look at him. “Stop teasing me and ride my fucking cock.”
Eyes go wide, pupils dilated at his dominance, the flaring of your nostrils giving away exactly what you think of it. But you smile all the same and sink down on him agonizingly slowly, take the first inch when you say, “As you order, sir,” sardonically.
You feel like heaven.
He’s not sure he’ll ever get used to it—not sure he’d even want to. Being able to experience you over and over, every time feeling like it’s the first… Namjoon isn’t a religious man, but having the privilege of having you so intimately is the closest he’ll ever get to seeing god.
“Fuck,” he moans.
Blinding, wet heat surrounds him as you take all of his cock. Don’t bother taking any time to adjust, just start moving immediately. His eyes roll back in time with the roll of your hips, back and forth the way you rode his thigh. One hand on your hip to brace you, the other palms at your breast, rolls your nipple between his fingers. The moan that escapes you is borderline pornographic. Lust overtakes him, primal and raw, and he moves his hand to join his other at your hips, holding you in place as he thrusts into you roughly.
“A masterpiece,” he praises. “You look so fucking beautiful bouncing on my cock. I’ll never get tired of watching you.”
He’s determined to make this as good for you as it is for him, determined to redeem his first performance. Tries to focus on anything he can besides the sharp slap of your skin meeting, the way your body clamps around him like a vice. But you love to torture him, don’t you, because you’re just as determined to put on a show. You toss your hair back, preen under his watch. You’re an absolute goddess, the most beautiful thing Namjoon has ever seen in his entire life. Perhaps stronger than his determination to make this good for you is his determination to keep you.
He’s a jealous man. He knows this about himself, has had plenty of time to make peace with it. And he knew from the second he laid eyes on you that he didn’t want to share with anyone else, knew he didn’t have the right, but now he thinks the thought alone might kill him.
So, he rolls you over, pins you beneath him so he can fuck you exactly the way he wants. “What are you doing?” you ask, eyebrows raised as you study him.
Proving something to you, he wants to say. Wants to be the best you’ll ever have, ruin every other partner for you. Wants so many things his head is swimming, and as he pushes into your tight, wet heat again, he wonders if he’ll be okay if this is the only one he ever gets.
His pace is slow, sensuous. “Fucking you,” he finally replies. “That alright?”
A loud moan as he adjusts the angle. “More than alright.”
He keeps on like this until he feels himself start to unravel. Starts in his toes, moves to his stomach where it branches out, warm and enveloping. Still, he stays even-keeled despite everything in his body screaming for more. Yours, too—the curling of your toes, your nails digging into his back, pulling at his hair. Your coarse, ragged breaths as you ask for more, more, always more.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growls into your neck. “Incredible, baby. Touch yourself for me. Make yourself come on my cock.”
You moan again. “Why? Can’t get me off yourself?” you tease, but it’s short-lived as he finally increases his pace, slamming into you hard before you can utter another word.
“You were saying?”
He expects another snappy reply, your smile catching him off-guard as he looks down at you. You’re touching yourself just like he’d said to, fingers working at your clit in slow, lazy circles. Another growl as he drinks in the sight of you.
“You like watching me, don’t you?” Namjoon nods. “Then tell me: how do I look?”
He squeezes his eyes shut, knows he’s not going to be able to hold off the longer he stares. “Like perfection.” You seem to whimper at his words. Just another sound he commits to memory.
A few more thrusts before his movements become erratic. He can feel how close you are, wills himself the strength to hold on just a minute longer—plans that are immediately forgotten as he feels your orgasm hit you, your walls clamping around him so tight his vision goes black.
“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck,” you cry out. Namjoon nuzzles into your neck as he follows you over the edge, coming so hard he can’t remember his own name.
Minutes—maybe hours, maybe even days—pass between the two of you, not a sound to be heard except jagged, labored breathing. Once he regains some semblance of consciousness, Namjoon pulls back enough to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.
“You’re going to be my undoing, baby.”
His memory’s not so great, but Namjoon thinks he properly falls for you the tenth time you meet up.
It’d been nearing eleven-o’clock on a Tuesday night, thunder rumbling off in the distance, when you texted to ask if you could come by, which had been out of the ordinary. The two of you never met during the work week—a rule you had never clearly stated but one Namjoon had quickly picked up on nonetheless—so he hadn’t known what to expect when you knocked on his door.
“Bad day,” was all you’d said as you shrugged off your coat and pressed a hungry kiss to his mouth.
He’d wanted to ask why. Wanted to know what’d happened, but it wasn’t his business, your relationship not like that. You’d come over for sex, not for him to play therapist. Namjoon knew this, but as he pushed the fabric of your underwear to the side and pressed his mouth to you, he also knew your heart wasn’t completely in it, so he’d told you to make yourself comfortable in his bed while he made some tea. (He hadn’t bothered to mention he’d picked up your favorite brand while out shopping the weekend before, of course, because that would’ve been weird. It would’ve implied things. So, he’d simply fixed your tea and ignored your questioning stare when you took a cautious sip and hoped you knew he cared about you beyond the little arrangement the two of you had found yourselves in.)
(He hadn’t bothered to tell you that, either, of course.)
But the mind is a traitorous thing. As much as he’d wanted to stay logical, his brain and heart teamed up to conspire against him, to wonder and hope for things that couldn’t possibly have been true. Because, as he fell asleep wrapped around you, he’d found comfort in knowing you’d had a bad day and came to him.
Somewhere along the line, things had shifted. The two of you started laughing together, forming little inside jokes. Started texting about things beyond “your place or mine?” You became softer. Not any more available, at least emotionally, but you’d seemed to relax in his presence. Let down a wall or two.
And it’s been downhill ever since, really.
Your meetings have grown more difficult. Feelings had become involved months ago, and Namjoon comes close to admitting them out loud nearly every time you’re together. Sometimes, on Fridays, he lies and says he has to work late; on Saturdays, he has to “take an emergency weekend appointment” or “make a trip back home” to visit his parents for pretend birthdays and anniversary parties. He knows the two of you have an expiration date and he does what he can to prolong it, even when it’s dishonest.
Until, eventually, he can’t anymore.
Until he’s finally out of lies and agrees to meet you at the club, where he has one too many drinks to hide how stupidly smitten with you he is; too many drinks to forget that you don’t feel the same.
Until he’s so drunk he can barely stand and you offer to split a cab with him back to his place to make sure he doesn’t pass out and choke on his own vomit and he declines.
Until you tell him to stop being so goddamn stubborn because you’re just trying to help, you’ve seen him this fucked up before and it’s nothing to be embarrassed of, he��s too drunk for you to feel okay sending him home alone.
Until he tells you no, he isn’t embarrassed, he just can’t be around you any longer because he’s fallen for you and you don’t feel the same and he can’t keep hurting himself by trying to keep you.
Until everything comes tumbling out of his mouth and he thinks he feels the world tilt.
Then, you don’t say anything and just stare at him with a slack jaw and a mildly displeased expression as he calls Hoseok and slurs all his words when he asks him to come pick him up.
Then, he convinces himself you only looked that way because someone like you isn’t used to being rejected, that’s it, nothing more.
Then, Hoseok shows up and Namjoon doesn’t bother to look back as he leaves, missing the tears well up in your eyes.
When he wakes up on Sunday afternoon with a mind-splitting hangover, he remembers just enough of the night before to marinate in his self-loathing. He’d fucked up a good thing. Sure, you and him hadn’t put a label on whatever the two of you were, never bothered to define it, but you didn’t really have to. The no feelings part of the contract had been implicitly stated from the beginning, highlighted in neon yellow and underlined for added emphasis.
But there’s relief, too. He’d told the truth, was hurting himself to keep you, and now it’s over. He doesn’t have to worry about the unknowns anymore—what (or who) you’re doing and how you feel about him.
Because weeks of radio silence go by, so that tells him everything he needs to know. He knew you wouldn’t chase him so he’s not disappointed, but he’d allowed himself a strand or two of hope nonetheless that still feel crushing at times. Mostly on Friday evenings after he showers off his day and climbs into an empty bed, just wanting to hear his phone chime with a text from you asking to get together. Those strands of hope feel worse when he falls asleep alone, no unread texts except some stupid memes from Jungkook he doesn’t understand.
It doesn’t help that Hoseok’s properly seeing Jimin now, so he can’t fully escape you. Still hears bits and bobs about you and what you’re up to, still sees you in the background of Hoseok’s Instagram posts from parties Namjoon declines to attend.
He doesn’t know how long it’s supposed to take to get over a fling, but he can’t help but feel it’s taking an awfully long time.
Another month goes by. Nearly five since the first time you two had met. Namjoon starts to feel normal again; stops waiting for texts that never come and stops avoiding Hoseok because there’s only one thing he wants to talk about, and Namjoon hasn’t quite been in the right place to hear it. But he figures another four weeks have done him some good so he agrees to meet him at their favorite restaurant and they drink until they’re tipsy.
He doesn’t ask about you and Hoseok doesn’t mention a word, just says things are going well with Jimin and he’s planning on making it official soon. Namjoon doesn’t have to fake his enthusiasm and it feels nice. Normal. He doesn’t even make a thinly-veiled threat when the check comes and he sees Hoseok’s back to his old tricks, ordering all the most expensive items on the menu when it’s Namjoon’s turn to pay, just hands his credit card to the server.
It’s another four days when someone knocks on his door at nearly ten-thirty at night. There’s a sinking feeling in his stomach that tells him exactly who’s on the other side before he can pull the door open.
“Oh,” he breathes, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice even though seeing you is anything but.
It bothers him how affected by you he still is, how you’re still able to take his breath away despite not seeing you for months. And you’re still stunning, of course, so it makes sense he’d still go dizzy at the sight of you. “What are you doing here?” he asks.
Cautious eyes stare up at him as you swallow. “Can I come in?”
He fidgets, weight shifting from side to side. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”
Braces himself for a quip that doesn’t come. Instead, you shrug and avert your eyes, staring blankly at the wall outside his door. “No, probably not,” you admit. Your tone is quiet, almost soft. That signature smug look is nowhere to be found, and months ago Namjoon would’ve loved this, would’ve delighted at seeing you so vulnerable, but now it just feels all wrong.
He coughs to clear his throat. “Did you, uh—is there something I can do for you?”
“I came to apologize,” you say, though it almost comes out more like a question. “I should’ve called sooner.”
Namjoon blinks. Of all the things he anticipated coming out of your mouth, an apology wasn’t one of them. “Oh. Well, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who—” Ended things, his brain finishes, but he can’t bring himself to say the words. The two of you were only fucking, and ‘ending things’ makes it sound like more than what it was.
“Right,” you agree, though he can tell you don’t want to. “Okay. Well, I guess I’ll just…”
Unsure of what else to do, Namjoon simply nods. His fingers are digging into the door frame so hard they’ve started to turn white, and it’s all he can do to hide how badly they’re shaking. He’s anxious. Why is he so anxious? It only gets worse as he watches you exhale a steadying breath and turn on your heel, not bothering to look back at him.
His brain is screaming at him to go after you. After all, hadn’t he just spent months wishing for this exact thing to happen? But that kind of thing is only meant to happen in movies to people who are in love, and after all this time, he still hasn’t got a clue of where he stands with you. Showing up at his place unannounced should mean something, but you hadn’t pushed when he declined to invite you in, so he figures it was simply for a belated goodbye fuck. But…
“Hey!” he yells down the hallway. There’s relief when you pause and turn around, even though you stay where you are, don’t come closer, but that’s okay—you don’t need to. “Why did you really come here?”
A slow, neutral smile graces your lips. Not sad, but not happy, either. “Guess I figured things out a little late.”
Namjoon’s brows knit together, feels the crease between them. “What, that you miss fucking me?” He doesn’t mean for it to sound so brash and crude, but he supposes it needs to be said regardless. If any of his neighbors happen to overhear him say it, well, he also supposes they would’ve heard everything that came before, too.
“Of course I miss fucking you,” you reply, not bothering to lower your voice at all, “but I think I miss everything else a little more.”
“Everything else?”
“You bought my favorite tea,” you shrug. “And let me in when I had a bad day.”
He still doesn’t understand. “You told me you didn’t like me,” he says. “I wasn’t aware that’d changed.”
“Because I hadn’t told you.”
“And that’s why you’re here now? To tell me… what, exactly? That you don’t dislike me anymore?”
You seem unable to help yourself as you snort. Take a few steps closer until the two of you are nearly touching. “I came to ask if you’d like to go to dinner with me.”
“Right now?” he asks, clearly confused. “It’s nearly eleven-o’clock. I don’t think anywhere worth going is still open.”
“Well, if all else fails,” you quip, that smug grin brilliant as it returns, “we can always order in a pizza.”
Consequences be damned, Namjoon grabs the back of your neck and pulls your lips to his own, desperate to feel his mouth against yours again. Feels nostalgic at the taste of you, the feel—smiles against your lips when it’s all the same as he remembers. Familiar, like coming home. Revels in the way his heart nearly bursts out of his chest when you smile back.
You kiss for what feels like hours. Until you’re both weak in the knees and breathless, breaking apart only to gaze at one another stupidly and punch-drunk.
Namjoon presses a final kiss to the top of your head as he lifts you, not bothering to hide the megawatt smile on his face when you wrap your legs around his waist. “Pizza sounds good.”
“Let’s get a large sausage this time,” you offer, giggling into his neck.
It sounds like the best idea Namjoon has ever heard.
Thank you for reading! My inbox is always open if you’d like to leave feedback. I’d love to hear your thoughts! ❤
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PLAYLIST - HIRAETH
A playlist for Hiraeth - or the songs i listen to when writing :)
I also imagine the audio where it’s like “i’m not a violent dog i don’t know why i bite”, if you wanted to feel more sad, imagine that :D (Isle of the dogs, audios are so sad)
HIRAETH - Winnie’s personal playlist
I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski
‘Tell your baby that I’m your baby - I bet on losing dogs - I know they’re losing and i’ll pay for my place’
Waiting Room - Phoebe Bridges
‘Know it’s for the better - Know it’s for the better - Know it’s for the better’
‘If you were a waiting room i would never see a doctor - I would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed’
Not Strong Enough - Boy Genius
‘Always an angel never a god - Always an angel never a god’
Chemtrails Over The Country Club - Lana Del Ray
‘You’re in the wind, I’m in the water - Nobody’s son, Nobody’s daughter’
The Archer - Taylor Swift
‘Can you see right through me - They see right through me - They see right through me’
Matilda - Harry Styles
‘Nothing about the way you were treated ever seemed especially alarming ‘til now- So you tie up your hair like it’s no big deal - You can let it go - You can throw a party full of everyone you know’
You’re On Your Own Kid - Taylor Swift
‘Just to learn my dreams aren’t rare - You’re on your own kid - You always have been’
‘My friends from home don’t know what to say - I looked around in a blood-soaked gown - And I saw something they can’t take away’
Cigarette Daydream - Cage the Elephant
‘You were only Seventeen - So sweet with a mean streak - nearly brought me to my knees’
Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes
‘I’m gonna serve it to you - And that ain’t what you want to hear - But that’s what i’ll do’
Angel of Small Death and the Codine Scene - Hozier
‘With her sweetened breath - And her tongue so mean - She’s the angel of small death and the cosine scene - With her stare blonde hair - Her arms hard and lean’
Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Ray
‘Will you still love me when i’m no longer young and beautiful - Will you still love me when i’ve got nothing but my aching soul - I know you will, I know you will’
The Fruits - Paris Paloma
‘For if i’m going down - I guess i’ll take you with me - Screaming birds sound an awful lot like singing’
Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine
‘So you better run - Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father - Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers’
‘Leave all your love and your longing behind - You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive’
Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls
‘When everything feels like the movies - Yeah, you bleed just to know your alive - And i don’t want the world to see me - ‘Cause i don’t think that they’d understand’
I’ll Make a Man Out of You - Donny Osmund (Mulan)
‘Did they send me daughters - When i asked for sons? - You’re the saddest bunch I ever met - But you can bet before we’re through - Mister, i’ll make a man out of you’
Fine Line - Harry Styles
“We’ll be a fine line - We’ll be a fine line - We’ll be alright - We’ll be alright’
Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer
‘Don’t know if you love me or you want me dead - Push me away, push me away - Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay’
‘Fight so dirty but your love’s so sweet - Talk so pretty but your hearts got teeth’
Kiwi - Harry Styles
‘She worked her way through a cheap back of cigarettes- Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect’
Sign of the Times - Harry Styles
‘We never learn we’ve been here before - Why are we always stuck and running from - The bullets? The bullets?’
Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus
‘But she doesn’t know who I am - And she doesn’t give a damn about me - Cause i’m just a teenage dirt bag baby’
Can’t Help Falling in Love - Elvis Presley
‘Wise men say “Only fools rush in” - But I can’t help falling in love with you - Shall I stay? - Would it be a sin? - If i can’t help, falling in love with you’
Devil in Disguise - Elvis Presley
‘You look like an angel - Walk like an angel - Talk like an angel - But i got wise - You’re the devil in disguise’
Everlong - Foo Fighters
‘I’m over my head - Out of my head she sang - And I wonder, when I sing along with you - If everything could ever feel this way forever’
I’m Still Standing - Elton John
‘I’m still standing better than I ever did - Looking like a true survivor - Feeling like a little kid - And I’m still standing after all this time’
History of Man - Maisie Peters
‘He stole our youth and promised heaven - The men start wars yet Troy hates Helen - Women’s hearts are lethal weapons - Did you hold mine and feel threatened?’
Work Song - Hozier
‘When my time comes around - Lay me gently on the cold dark earth - No grave can hold my body down - I’ll crawl home to her’
Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo
‘’Cause who am I, if not exploited - And i’m so sick of 17 - Where’s my fucking teenage dream?’
‘And I wished people liked me more - All I did was try my best - This the kind of thanks I get? - unrelentlessly upset’
Francesca - Hozier
‘My life was a storm since I was born - How could I fear any hurricane? - If someone asked me at the end - I’d tell them “put me back in it”’
Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos
‘There will come a soldier - Who carries a mighty sword - He will tear your city down - Oh lei - Oh lai - oh lord’
Honour to us all - Lea Salonga (mulan soundtrack)
‘Help me not to make a fool of me - And not uproot my family tree - Keep my father standing tall’
Reflection - Lea Salonga (mulan soundtrack)
‘Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me? - Why is my reflection someone I don’t know? - Somehow, I cannot hide who I am, though i’ve tried’
Don’t Blame Me - Taylor Swift
‘They say, she’s gone too far this time - Don’t blame me, love made me crazy’
Boys Will Be Bugs - Cavetown
‘I eat sticks and rocks and mud - I don’t care about the government - And i really need a hug - I feel stupid, ugly - Pretend it doesn’t bother me’
‘I’m not very strong but - I’ll fuck you up if you’re mean to bugs’
Two Birds - Regina Spektor
‘Two birds on a wire - one says come on - And the other says i’m tired’
‘Two birds of a feather - Say that they’re always - Gonna stay together - But one’s never goin’ to let go of that wire’
Paper Rings - Taylor Swift
‘I like shiny things but i’d marry you with paper rings’
End Game - Taylor Swift
‘Big reputation, big reputation - Oh, you and me got big reputations - Ah, and you heard about me - Oh, I got some big enemies’
Seventeen Going Under - Sam Fender
‘I was far too scared to hit him - But i’d hit him in a heartbeat now - That’s the thing with anger - It begs to stick around’
Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) - Edison Lighthouse
‘She talks kinda lazy - And people say she’s crazy - And her life’s a mystery - Oh, but live grows where my Rosemary goes’
I Love You So Much- The Walters
‘I’m gonna pack my things and leave you behind - This feeling’s old and I know that i’ve made up my mind - I hope you feel what i felt when you shattered me soul’
‘So, please let me go - But I love you so (please let me go) - I love you so (please let me go)
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You hate me, don't you? (Part 1)
notes: I’m having a bad day, then my family did nothing but berate me, I’m in my self-conscious feels today, so yeah, this imagine is intense, I would say, cuz writing this stuff makes me calm down. Be warned xx
Warnings: SMUT, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, humiliation
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“You’re a bitch”
You looked up from where you had been sorting Luke’s makeup, so you would be ready to get started with your job once the band turned up. Working for 5 Seconds of Summer was your dream job, but you hadn’t expected to be treated like air.
Well, three of four members were polite, said hi, how are you and goodbye, and you didn’t expect any more, you only worked for them after all.
Ashton, though, seemed to have a problem with you. He hadn’t said a word to you once in the past two months, wouldn’t even look you in the eyes.
And now this.
“Huh?”, you made, meeting his hazel eyes for the very first time. You must have misheard him because you knew that this would not just be the first thing that Ashton Irwin would ever say to you.
“You’re a bitch”
Okaaay, so he did say that. But you had dealt with pissed off bosses before, so you took a slow and deep breath, then asked: “Mr Irwin, is there any way I can help you?”
His jaw visibly clenched upon seeing you stay this friendly.
“I want you to stop this bullshit”
“Excuse me, I am afraid I do not know what you-“
“You know what I fucking mean”, with two steps he was invading your personal space, crowding you against the makeup table.
He was towering over you and you were losing your composure. “I – I don’t know –“
“You’re trying to separate the band”
Your eyebrows shot up and your mouth opened. Flabbergasted was the only way to describe how you were feeling.
Before you could answer, he continued: “Don’t fucking try being stupid with me. You’re treating everyone with this fake friendly act but you ignore me. But I’ll tell you what, you won’t get me kicked out of the band”
“And I’ll tell you something, Mr Irwin”, you lifted your chin to get closer to his face in a hopefully intimidating way, “You treat me like I’m shit on your shoe all the time, so all I am doing is trying not to get on your nerves and stepping out of your way since you seem to dislike me so much. I don’t give a flying fuck about kicking you out of anything or what not”
Okay, maybe you had messed up the trying to stay professional thing by the end. You could definitely get fired for using such words towards him.
“You’re lying”, his voice was a dangerous whisper, “And I know you want me”
You blinked, irritated by his statement. “What?”
“You want me”, he repeated and you had to ball your hands up into fists to refrain from slapping him across the face for the arrogant tone he was using now, “It’s written all over your face. Bet you’re dripping for me already, aren’t you?”
You let out that long deep breath you had taken in earlier. “Listen”, you gave your best to not hiss at him, “not everyone thinks you’re the hottest shit alive. I know your ego is the size of a rocket ship but guess what, I am here to work not to fuck the oh so cool, oh so hot, oh so rich drummer”
His lips pressed together in a tight line like you had hit a nerve with those words.
“I know you’re lying”, he said through gritted teeth.
“Whatever”, you sighed, turning back around towards the makeup on the table, “I don’t have time for this, Mr Irwin, so if you’d excuse me, I have to prepare-“
“They’re not coming until in half an hour”, he said referring to his bandmates. Before you could say anything, he had gripped your waist, roughly pulling your body flush against him.
“Tell me you want me”, his voice was deep. Sadly so deep that you could feel yourself getting wet, just like he was so sure you were. Fuck him and his stupid cockiness.
“W-“
“Tell me”, he repeated, his long fingers pressing bruises into your hips, “I’ll let you go if you say you don’t want this. That won’t change the fact that your little pussy is clenching for me but I’ll let you go, I’m not a monster”
“I doubt that”, you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.
You could feel his grip lessen at your words and you immediately felt bad for implyingly accusing him of pressuring you into anything you wouldn’t want. So you pushed back against his hips, pushing your ass into his crotch.
“You seem tiny”, you grumbled, knowing this was the weakest insult you could have thought of but you had to say something to try and keep up the act of totally not at all not even a little being into this.
“Sure”, he wasn’t even hurt by your words, which really annoyed you.
You wanted to make another comment, something about him being all talk and no action, but before you could speak up again, he had pushed your leggings that you were wearing under an oversized hoodie today, down, one hand still around your waist to keep you pressed against him, the other sliding into the front of your now exposed panties.
The groan the left him when he felt wetness coating his fingers as he pushed them between your lips, went right into your ear.
You had to bite your lip to keep from making any sounds as well. His long fingers rubbed over your entrance, up to your clit and back down, making you wet everywhere. He groaned again, when he had spread enough to easily glide up and down.
You tried hard to keep your face relaxed, trying not to give away how good his fingers felt, but when he pushed his pointer finger inside, your mouth dropped open and you couldn’t stop the small gasp from leaving your lips.
Without looking up, you knew Ashton was grinning in the most annoying and arrogant way right now. Two more fingers pushed inside you shortly after and just when you were considering dropping your pride and pushing back on them with a moan, he stopped.
“Told you, you’re wet for me”, Ashton said, scruffy chin resting on your shoulder when he pulled his hand out of your underwear to show you his glistening fingers.
The first time you had met Ashton Irwin’s eyes was already in a way you would not have thought, but the second time being when he was licking your juices off his own fingers was definitely not anything you would have ever expected.
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The first pancake is a lump: unsuccessful debut performances of future rock stars
The path to the stars is thorny, and not everyone manages to overcome it at once. It may be hard to imagine now, but rock legends like AC/DC, Guns N’ Roses and Def Leppard started out with small, dirty and empty halls before reaching the status of stadium teams. Let's recall the first concerts of famous musicians, which turned out to be a complete failure.
Guns N’ Roses
Los Angeles, June 6, 1985
On June 6, 1985, Axl Rose, Slash, Izzy Stradlin, Duff McKagan and Steven Adler performed for the first time under the name Guns N’ Roses in their native Los Angeles at the Troubadour Club. Immediately after that, the band went on a tour of the West Coast, in which the team was extremely unlucky. Their car broke down in Fresno, and they had to hitchhike to the next city for 40 hours to eventually find out that they would only be paid 1/5 of the promised amount for the show. The remaining concerts of the tour were canceled, but McKagan writes in his autobiography that such adventures hardened the band.
Metallica
Radio City, March 14, 1982
At Metallica's first concert, Hatfield felt insecure and clamped down. He recalled in an interview with Kerrang!:
I was very nervous and uncomfortable without a guitar. On the first song, Dave [Mustaine] broke a string. It seemed like it took forever to replace her, and I stood on the stage in complete embarrassment. We were very disappointed with this concert.
Motley Crue
April 24, 1981
At the first Motley Crue concert, the problem was not in the venue or even in the band itself, but in the audience. Well, and a little bit in the character of Vince Neal, of course. In the biography "Dirt" he recalls:
People were screaming: "Fuck you!" They were giving us the middle fingers. And then one jerk in a black AC/DC T-shirt spat phlegm that flew onto my white leather pants. Without hesitating for a second, I jumped off the stage in the middle of a sentence and started hitting him. I looked back, and Nikki lifted his bass over his head and smashed it on some guy's shoulder blade.
Def Leppard
Schaffield, United Kingdom, July 8, 1978
In addition to the fact that the musicians received only one fifth of the five pounds promised for performing at a local school, Def Leppard guitarist Steve Clark learned an important lesson about the need for a full-fledged sound check before performing. Forgetting to turn on his amplifier, Clark tried to powerfully start the show, but only caused laughter from the audience. Joe Elliot recalled:
He started twirling the guitar in his hands, like Pete Townshend did, to kick in, but nothing happened. The audience laughed.
The Police
New York, October 20, 1978
If you play your first concert in one of the most famous clubs in New York, it would seem that what could go wrong? Well, first of all, the musicians were offered to use a dirty toilet as a dressing room. Secondly, in order to cross the Atlantic, the group had to fly on a budget flight and huddle in uncomfortable small chairs along with the equipment. But the main thing is: It was worth it. The audience, even though there were very few of them, received the group warmly.
As Andy Summers recalled, "By the end of the first set, the audience jumped to their feet and started singing along." Perhaps that's what helped the band play 23 more shows in the next three weeks.
Heart
Vancouver, 1974
The first Heart concert was held in a cave, and almost literally. The club where they performed was called The Cave and, as Ann Wilson recalls in the band's biography, its walls were decorated with decorative stone. She also talked about how at that time the team was so poor that they had to eat only rice.
Troubles also plagued the musicians during the audition in front of the club owner: a sudden gust of wind knocked the guitar out of Wilson's hands. Nevertheless, Heart ignored this fact, did not consider it a bad omen and went on stage anyway. Who knows, if they had acted differently, would they have been able to achieve their success?
KISS
Queens, New York, January 30, 1973
For decades, KISS has been building huge stadiums around the world and making millions from ticket sales and merch. But in 1973, at the Popcorn Club in Queens, the band performed in front of less than a dozen people, and received only $50 for it. Gene Simmons himself organized the concert after the departure of their then manager, who stated that KISS had "the worst music he had ever heard."
AC/DC
Sydney, Australia, December 31, 1973
The musicians had only been playing together for a couple of months, and they still didn't have enough songs to put together a decent setlist. Why, Angus Young didn't have his famous school uniform yet. But neither this nor the quality of the venue prevented the band from winning the hearts of the audience at the very first show. The band's bassist Dave Evans recalled:
This place was very cool in the 50s and 60s, but when we performed there, the days of its glory were long gone. It was a small playground with a tiny stage and no dressing room
In addition, the middle-aged manager of the club turned off the electricity every 20 minutes because it seemed to him that the musicians were playing too loudly. Despite everything, Young told me:
This concert was just wild. On New Year's Eve, the atmosphere is already wild, but if you add to this what we did, you get complete madness.
Yes
Essex, United Kingdom, August 3, 1968
The first performance of the Yes band took place just a week after its founding. Chris Squire, John Anderson, Peter Banks, Bill Bruford and Tony Kaye went to perform at a youth camp in Essex. They didn't have much time to prepare, and there were a lot of covers on the setlist, but the band performed them in their own way, in a progressive rock style. Banks recalls that they made their own arrangements for all the compositions, but they did it with respect to the original.
The Doors
Los Angeles, March 1966
The Doors' first performance took place on the legendary Sunset Strip, where the famous Troubadour and Whisky a Go-Go clubs were located. But Morrison and company performed at an institution called The London Fog, where they shared a tiny stage with exotic dancers. This club was a favorite place for alcoholics, prostitutes and various slippery types, but the show there gave The Doors the opportunity to try their hand on stage and subsequently form a corporate style of performances.
The Velvet Underground
New Jersey, December 11, 1965
The auditorium of a high school in New Jersey turned out to be not the most suitable place for the debut of Lou Reed and his team performing experimental and intellectual rock and roll. The band played only three songs, and managed to capture the attention of only half of the audience of students and their parents. There She Goes was a safe option to start the show, which is not true of the songs Venus In Furs and Heroin that followed.
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Check out one of my favorite story ideas to date. 5sos are human just like us and the things you do and say can really affect a person. Join me on discovering how each member of 5sos overcomes negative thoughts to push though to continue to do the things they love most of all.
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on the topic of summer jude imagine eating ice cream or a popsicle when you’re lounging outside and it melts under the sun and dribbles down your chin or and your chest and jude’s staring at you trying not to go crazy
sitting opposite him and at first ur not doing it on purpose but then u realise he’s watching and u can literally see the boner he’s sporting and u just get all sly, licking ur fingers and deep throating the lolly and he’s abt 5 seconds from coming bc ur being overly dirty
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Stray Kids Playlist
AKA Songs that remind me of the members and why. (GIF credit to the original owners/ creators.)
Master List
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Chan: Daddy Issues- The Neighborhood
You saw this coming, I know you did. This song is absolutely delicious, its delectable, and its so correct for Bang Chan Stans. He even called himself our Daddy at one point. Additionally, this song is so weirdly sweet? Its about a genuinely loving person, who wants to be there for the other person. There’s an almost gentle vibe to it, if you get over how blatantly sexy it is, which checks out for Bang Chan, tbh. I really can’t explain what about the vibe just screams Chan, but I know you can feel it.
Lee Know: Teeth- 5 Seconds of Summer
Lets be real, Lee Know is one of the sassiest mfers on the planet, and we love him for that. This song is definitely about a toxic ass relationship, but its still so sexy. The line “fight so dirty, but you love so sweet” just sounds so much like Minho that its crazy. This song really sounds like it was made for Minho, and there’s been a couple of fantastic edits to this song.
Changbin: Levitate- Hollywood Undead
THIS SONG!! So it’s my favorite HU song, and its so sexy and cocky. Lets be real, so is Changbin. More than that, the lyrics are shockingly deep. Changbin is such a smart guy under all those rippling muscles, and I feel like that isn’t brought up enough. I can’t really imagine Changbin singing this song, but I could see it playing in the background around him all the time. Now Changbin fans are no doubt some of the horniest Stray Kids fans so a super horny HU song just seems correct.
Hyunjin: Bubblegum Bitch- Marina and the Diamonds
So this song is fun, its sexy, and its all about confidence. On the outset, it just seems to be about having fun and being a flirt, but its actually about accepting and loving every aspect of yourself. Its that thing that calls me to Hyunjin. He’s confident, chic, and very art pop vibes. I don’t know if I want to see him dance to this song, or I want to scream the lyrics with him while we drunkenly dance around in our pjs.
Han: Ain’t My Fault- Zara Larson
I’m about to be super biased, so bear with me. Objectively, this song doesn’t really seem like Jisung, a lot of the time he’s actually a awkward and weird dude. However! There are times when he’s a very sexy, confident dude. This feels like the kind of song he would enjoy. Just don’t imagine meeting him in a club and dancing to this song. And definitely don’t imagine him wearing a leather jacket.
Felix: Lights Down Low- Max
So listen, I love this song! Its fun and funky and makes me wanna dance. Its a surprisingly sweet love song wrapped in a fire melody. The vocals are beautiful and the whole song feels like when Felix’s eyes get all sparkly. Its about finding a person that feels like divinity, and getting the chance to love them. Felix is our gentle angel and this song should play every time he walks in the room.
Seungmin: Love Me Like You Do- Elli Goulding
I know you expected a Day6 song for our young gentleman, however a simple song like this suits him so much more. The vocals alone strike me as something he’d rock, but additionally the sweet message and gorgeous melody suit him as well. Moreso, the wordplay really works with our sassy puppy Seungmin. I can see him dancing with his S/O and singing this song all soft and sweet. (i cry)
I.N.: Maknae on Top- Stray Kids
Hear me out: I literally can’t think of any song that suits him more. The beat is catchy, its a little cocky, and it cements him as THE Maknae on Top. Jeonginnie, like this song, is a bit weird, but overall, the coolest. This song was literally made for him, so it would make sense that it would be the perfect song for him. It should be playing every time he walks into a room, and he should have to do the little dance.
What do you think? Do you agree with me or do you have songs that you associate with the members? Let me know in the comments.
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5 Seconds of Summer Songs that Would Describe a Relationship with Angus MacGyver - Angus MacGyver Imagine [MacGyver (2016)]
Title: 5 Seconds of Summer Songs that Would Describe a Relationship with Angus MacGyver
Pairing: Angus MacGyver (2016) X Reader
Word Count: 1,259 words
Warning(s): make-out scene, arrest, mention of crimes being committed
Author's Note: Y'all. I have been looking the excuse to use 5 Seconds of Summer's songs for so long.
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Teeth
Fight so dirty, but your love so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Late night devil, put your hands on me
And never, never, never ever let go
The team wasn't exactly subtle.
Jack talked just a little too loud for me to not get tipped off. I had to fight the urge to chuckle at him talking to someone named Mac. I looked around, catching sight of a man across the room who was looking around and muttering to himself. More subtle, but still clear.
I just went on with my plan. They either hadn't spotted me yet or weren't discussing it. I tried to make it look like I was just sneaking off to the bathroom or something. No one questioned me.
I found the main computer soon enough. I glanced around the room, checking that the cameras had been shut down like I was told they would be.
I was stuck waiting. I had to watch the loading bar move.
I heard the door creaking open behind me. I frowned before turning around and shoving back whoever had walked in. I pressed one arm into them, holding them against the wall. I came face-to-face with Mac. I scoffed at him.
"I do not appreciate the interruption, Mac," I said his name like I was testing it on my tongue. He tensed a bit when he realized that I knew his name. "Now, tell me, which government agency took to hiring models?"
He didn't respond. I could that he was messing with something. I chuckled before grabbing both his hands and shoving them against the wall. He grumbled a bit.
I chuckled at him. "Sorry, pretty boy."
"Well, y'know my name," he said. "What's yours?"
"Mmm, I don't think that's important, is it?"
"I like to know the names of people that slam me against a wall."
I just shrugged at him. "Well, that just takes the fun out of it."
I glanced at the screen, seeing the loading progress. I needed some time. A distraction.
I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. I tightened my hold on his wrist as I did. He just started kissing me back as the upload finished. I entertained it for a moment, nipping at his bottom lip and enjoying the sound of his breath hitching. I leaned back and bit my lip for a moment.
I grabbed my flash drive before grabbing a piece of paper and scribbling the number of one of my burners down.
I turned around just as Mac tried to grab me. I took his wrist and turned him around, pushing his front against the wall again.
I tucked the piece of paper into his pocket. "It's (Y/n), by the way."
I opened the door and took off before he could stop me.
I knew that I was going to hear from him again.
Better Man
You're the only one, who could lock this wild heart up in chains
You're the only love, that can make this bad man better
Mac's words kept ringing in my mind as I walked into the police station.
All of those times that he had told me that I didn't need to do this job anymore. That I could move past all of this. That he would help me out of all of this.
I always shrugged it off.
I never wanted to believe that I could. I had spent too long in this world to just walk out.
And then, my feelings got in the way.
I wanted to be with Mac more than anything else. He made me feel loved. I hadn't felt like that before. Not really.
I was left with a choice. I needed to either get out of my world or let Mac go. I couldn't let Mac go.
I walked up to the counter of the police station. "My name is (Y/n) (Y/l/n). If you type my name into your little computer, then I am going to pop up on every 'most wanted' list you can imagine. This is me turning myself in."
I watched the stunned desk woman turn to the computer and type my name in. I stepped back a few steps as her eyes went wide in shock.
I held my hands up, smirking to myself. I glanced up to a security camera, throwing a wink over to it.
One of the officers grabbed my arms, going to handcuff me.
"I need to speak to Angus MacGyver."
He only responded by reading me my rights. Like I was going to answer any of his questions.
I spent days just repeating that I needed to speak to Angus MacGyver. It seemed to just frustrate everyone around me, but I didn't care. I had gone through too much to have some middleman mess it all up for me.
I thought they had been ignoring me until I was transported to some building that was damn near the middle of nowhere. I was tucked away in a small interrogation room on my own. The light buzzing was enough to drive me crazy.
I looked up when I heard the door open. I smirked a bit,
"Nice to see you, Mac. Been waiting for you."
He sat opposite me, "Could say the same to you."
My smirk turned into a genuine grin. He grinned back at me.
For the first time, I truly believed all those things he told me.
If Walls Could Talk
If these walls could talk
I'd hope they wouldn't say anything
Because they've seen way too many things
'Cause we'd fall from grace, we're falling
Yeah, we'd fall from grace
It was a bad idea.
It could've gotten me in trouble. It could've gotten Mac in trouble.
But in the end, it didn't matter to me.
As I pushed him against the wall of whatever motel room we decided to hide away in, I couldn't find it in myself to care about the consequences. Mac never seemed to care either. If he did, he wouldn't keep showing up.
I was just starting to enjoy the kiss. Hands in his hair, confidence spiking, time seeming to lose meaning. And then, my phone rang. I groaned and pulled away.
"You don't have to answer," Mac said.
"It's probably a job, Mac," I replied, reaching over for my phone.
"(Y/n)-"
I stopped him by placing my hand over his mouth. I answered the call. I didn't usually have to talk all that much. Just listen. The calls were usually just locations anyway.
"Yes, Sir," I said after the time and location had been set. The call ended a few moments later. "I've got work."
He sighed.
"Hey, don't be like that."
I leaned in and kissed him again. His fingers dug into my sides a bit as he pulled me closer. He was so determined to convince me to stay. It was almost sweet. I hummed, getting lost in the kiss again. I pulled away once I noticed it happening.
"I can't stop my job," I explained. "One slip up and we both end up screwed. Tell me, how excited would your team be if they found out about this?"
I pointed between the pair of us. He didn't respond. He just sighed.
I moved and kissed at the skin of his neck, speaking between each kiss, "I have to go... but I promise... I'll make your wait... well worth it."
I pulled away and waved at him as I walked out the door.
"See you around, Mac."
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If anyone wants it <3
ED and drug TW for some songs (they’re in the titles)
Written playlist below (will be continuously edited):
“Rebel Love Song” - Black Veil Brides; “Check Yes, Juliet” - We The Kings; “Perfect” - Mariana’s Trench; “Ribs” - Lorde; “Stacy’s Dad” - Sub-Radio (“Stacy’s Mom” parody); “Can’t Help Falling in Love” - Elvis Presley; “Juliet” - Cavetown; “Accidentally in Love” - Counting Crows; “Hey There Delilah” - Plain White T’s; “Habits (Stay High)” - Tove Lo; “Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?” - Arctic Monkeys; “Astoria” - Mariana’s Trench; “Mary On A Cross” - Ghost; “Ballad of Mona Lisa” - Panic! At The Disco; “Nikki” - Forever The Sickest Kids; “Queen of Hearts” - We The Kings; “I Wouldn’t Mind” - He Is We; “Haven’t Had Enough” - Mariana’s Trench; “We Got Something to Talk About” - Alight The Night; “If I Had You” - Adam Lambert; “Whataya Want from Me” - Adam Lambert; “LEMONS” - Brye; “Tongue Tied” - Grouplove; “This Is Home” - Cavetown; “Team” - Lorde; “Fall For You” - Secondhand Serenade; “Dirty Little Secret” - All American Rejects; “High School Never Ends” - Bowling For Soup; “That’s What You Get” - Paramore; “Dark Side” - Kelly Clarkson; “Angels Like You” - Miley Cyrus; “Don’t Call Me At All” - Flatsound; “Missing You” - All Time Low; “Piece Of Your Heart” - Mayday Parade; “She’s Kinda Hot” - 5 Seconds Of Summer; “I Go Hungry” - Mother Mother; “Like Real People Do” - Hozier; “Heat Waves” - Glass Animals; “Boy In The Bubble” - Alec Benjamin; “Soap” - Melanie Martinez; “when the party’s over” - Billie Eilish; “Peace” - O.A.R.; “Looks Red, Tastes Blue” - Mayday Parade; “Bruised and Scarred” - Mayday Parade; “Stay” - Mayday Parade; “Pompeii” - Bastille; “Demons” - Imagine Dragons; “Build God, Then We’ll Talk” - Panic! At The Disco; “Sometime Around Midnight” - The Airborne Toxic Event; “Girl All the Bad Guys Want” - Bowling For Soup; “Running Away” - AM; “ocean eyes” - Billie Eilish; “Weapons” - Emily Kinney; “All To Myself” - Mariana’s Trench; “Somewhere Only We Know” - Keane; “party favor” - Billie Eilish; “Bad Girls Club” - Falling In Reverse; “I Love You So” - The Walters; “death bed (coffee for your head)” - Powfu; “Battle Scars” - Paradise Fears; “Chasing Cars” - Snow Patrol; “Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)” - John Lennon; “The Name Of The Game” - “Mamma Mia!” cast (slight twist on the ABBA song); “Happy Together” - The Turtles; “From Here to Mars” - We The Kings; “It’s Time” - Imagine Dragons; “The Drug In Me Is You” - Falling In Reverse; “I Think We’re Alone Now” - Billie Joe Armstrong; “As You Go” - Red; “River Flows in You” - Yiruma; “On Top Of The World” - Imagine Dragons; “Face Down” - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus; “Monster” - Imagine Dragons; “BURN IT DOWN” - LINKIN PARK; “Runnin’” - Adam Lambert; “My Demons” - STARSET; “Hey Lover!” - Wabie; “She Had The World” - Panic! At The Disco; “Bloody Mary” - Lady Gaga; “Pocketful of Sunshine” - Natasha Bedingfield; “Young Dumb & Broke” - Khalid; “Numb” - Linkin Park; “Pink (Freak)” - Elliot Lee; “Shower” - Becky G; “Can I Have a Ride Home? I’m at a Party and I Don’t Know Any1” - carpetgarden; “Every Morning” - Sugar Ray
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Too Flawless (Gojo Satoru Playlist)
I made a Gojo playlist not to long ago... and then more playlists for other characters too. Lol. Anyway, thought I’d share it now.
→ [Spotify Link]
1. Mada Minu Ashita ni (Into the Unseen Tomorrow) - Asian Kung-Fu Generation
Chosen by Gege Akutami.
[...] We who are presently here
Yes, to an unseen tomorrow
No matter how sad the ending awaiting us is
Let's call it Hope
2. Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic
Because I'm a cliche.
Oh my, it feels just like I don't try
Looks so good I might die
All I know is everybody loves me
Head down
Swingin' to my own sound
Flashes in my face now
All I know is everybody loves me
Everybody loves me
3. YES MOM - Tessa Violet
Lyrics are pretty self-explanatory. But specifically, some imagery of Gojo's "honored one" scene comes to mind.
Bet you've been a fan of me
See me in your fantasies
Everything I got, I got working for me so
Eat that, peep that
I'm the one to beat, yeah [...]
///
20/20 vision with ambition's how I'm made
I can't keep from winning when it's in my DNA
Push me down and I bounce right back
Trampoline and it's in my past
Rising like a phoenix making fire from the ash, yeah
///
God, it's such a treat
Just getting to be me
Spending all my time on what I want
Looking in the mirror
I'm so glad I'm here [...]
4. Without Me - Eminem
Gojo is a headache everyone wouldn't miss. Especially those higher ups in jujutsu society.
So the FCC won't let me be
Or let me be me so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty without me
///
Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
5. Can I Get a Witness - SonReal
Some meme songs are really too good.
No, I ain't too flawless and no, I ain't the best
And no, I don't say sorry and no, I ain't perfect
But I am the man, I am the man
Shots fired
6. Trust Issues - Emei
I mean, Gojo has this whole grand ambition to change all of jujutsu society because he doesn't trust the ones who do control it. (For good reason.)
Calling them incompetent 'cause I might need control
Recovering perfectionist, I'm learning to let go
7. Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer
POV: The singer talking about Gojo. Reminded of that one comment Akutami made about how he can't imagine Gojo being sincere to a woman specially.
Fight so dirty but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
Late night devil, put your hands on me
And never, never, never ever let go
///
Call me in the morning to apologize
Every little lie gives me butterflies
Something in the way you're looking through my eyes
Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive
8. comedy - Sion
Inspired by that one color spread of Gojo and Getou standing as a manzai duo.
No way, tell me this is just a part
Of a comedy TV show or a prank
You told me, yeah, that we'll only have to laugh
My eyes are sweating in regret, so please explain
Oops, I did it again
If they don't let me play, they all go away
Hey, we're friends 'til the end
Be mine or it ends
You just can't keep a good guy down
9. hot girl bummer - blackbear
Honestly, Gojo vibes~✨ And that one line about how he can't be boxed in is too perfect.
Fuck you and you, and you
I hate your friends and they hate me too
Fuck you and you, and you
This that hot girl bummer anthem
Turn it up and throw a tantrum
This that hot girl bummer 2-step
They can't box me in, I'm too left
This that drip that's more like oceans
They can't fit me in a Trojan [...]
10. Drugs (feat. blackbear) - UPSAHL
So, you say you're moving out of state
Soon as you graduate... interesting (yeah)
Anyway, you're leaving
Need a hug? Okay then
Call me up, no, thanks man
///
[...] So just stop the faking
Not for here for nameless faces
Pointless talkin', conversations [...]
11. High Enough - K.Flay
Gojo reaching enlightenment.
I used to like liquor to get me inspired
But you look so beautiful, my new supplier
I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking
But I found a different buzz
The world is a curse it'll kill if you let it
I know they got pills that can help you forget it
They bottle it, call it medicine
But I don't need drugs
///
Cause I'm already high enough […]
12. STRUT - EMELINE
Gojo Satoru, shameless human dumpster fire.
They say I'm tragically obsessed
Hot mess, God forbid, I'm getting what I like
Every night, make 'em livid
All these saints are watching me
My sex life like TMZ
You're welcome, bitch, the show is free
I don't do the walk of shame, I strut (strut) [...]
13. you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish
Gojo's just biding his time.
Bite my tongue, bide my time
Wearing a warning sign
Wait 'til the world is mine
Visions I vandalize
Cold in my kingdom size
Fell for these ocean eyes
You should see me in a crown
I'm gonna run this nothing town
Watch me make 'em bow
One by, one by one, one by, one by [...]
14. Kid in a Candy Store - JoJo Siwa
Obligatory ode to Gojo's love of sweets. 🍭
I don't need no money, just a little bit of honey
Got a jellybean heartbeat keeping me hungry
Chocolate and vanilla with a strawberry swirl
I'll never sugarcoat it, I'm my own kinda girl
15. Candyman - Christina Aguilera
[...] There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
He's a one stop shop, makes my panties drop
He's a sweet talkin', sugar-coated candyman
A sweet-talkin' sugar-coated candyman
16. IV. Sweatpants - Childish Gambino
Gojo is that rich kid asshole.
[...] I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (Why)
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain (Whyyy)
Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you [...]
///
I'm winning so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don't give a fuck about my family name
17. Villain - Bella Poarch
I don't know why I'm like this, I'd love to piss you off
Something in my psychosis finds it a little hard
I always got good intentions, you tell me I saved your life
But I'm craving your attention (and you know that I've got two sides)
18. Gojo Flow - DizzyEight, Mix Williams
A song written specifically for Gojo. There’s a bunch of these on Spotify, but only a few I like.
I got that Blindfold Swag, that limitless energy, I'm a menace to society, woah
19. My Ordinary Life - The Living Tombstone
So many of the lyrics are so on point I'm left baffled.
They tell me that I'm special, I smile and shake my head
I'll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said
They tell me I'm so humble, I say, "I'm turning red"
They let me lie to them and don't feel like they've been misled
They give so much to me, I'm losing touch, get me?
Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds, they just let me
///
They tell me I'm a god, I'm lost in the facade
Six-feet off the ground at all times, I think I'm feeling odd
No matter what I make, they never see mistakes
Makin' so much bread, I don't care that they're just being fake
They tell me they're below me, I act like I'm above
The people blend together but I would be lost without their love
///
Can you heal me? Have I gained too much?
When you become untouchable, you're unable to touch
Is there a real me? Pop the champagne
It hurts me just to think and I don't do pain
19. Shame On Me - Avicii
Closing out with the second song chosen by Akutami. Pretty sure he's trying to tell something to those who love Gojo. lmao
I'm baptized and born again
Imma raise hell to the bitter end
I'm a crazy little bitch in the first degree
Shame on you for loving me
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Olu
This Girl/ Give You More/ Beautiful Darkness/ Exhale/ Gold/ Difficult with Uffie/ Starbacks/ Twerk/ Big Bank Dank/ Second Grade/ 5 Mil/ Vans/ Word/ I'm Ballin/ Zero
Dizzy Wright
Solo Dolo/ Independent Living/ Can't Trust Em/ Bout That Life/ Can't Stop Won't Stop/ BTT/ Untouchable/ Brodee Bro
Hopsin
Ill Mind Of Hopsin 4&5/FV12/ FV13/ Sag My Pants/ Kill Her/ Hop Is Back
Atmosphere
Sound is Vibration/ Fuck You Lucy/ Lovelife/ A Girl Named Hope/ History/ Trying to Find a Balance/ Shoes/ National Disgrace/ Always coming Home Back To You/ Smart Went Crazy/ Pour Me Another/ Yesterday/ Guarantees/ Wild Wild Horses
A$AP Ferg
Work Remix/ Shabba
Living Legends
Never Fallin/ Night Prowler/ Rabbit Hole/ Flawless/ War Games/ Soap Boxin/ Nothing Less/ Moving At The Speed Of Life/ after Hours/ Purple Kush/ Angels With Dirty Faces/ whatizit?/ It Might Be you/ Hold your Own/ Aspirations/ Fill My Drink Up/ Good Fun/ Even Though/ Busted/ Wise Is The Way/
MF Doom
Doomsday/ Rhymes Like Dimes/ Gas Drawls/ Hero vs. Villain/ Between Villains/ Anti Matter/ Hoe Cakes/ Potholders/ Victory Laps/ ALL CAPS/ Mr. Clean/ Accordian/ Benneton/ Dead Bent/ Who Me?/ Chinatown Wars/ Project Jazz/
McKinley Dixon
Adult Swimmers/ Get Back To Soul/ Imagine Nation/ Please Comeback, Ice Cube/ We Lovin that Jazz/ Get Back To Soul pt.2/ Calls From Home-Keep Your Friends Closer/
M!KEY
200/ Gumballs/ #YOLOSWAG/ Weekly 16/ One Hundred/
Adrian Per
Riche$/ $/ The Ride/ Refill/ Market Street Cinema/ Blow/ Till I die Remix/ Epitome of Broke/ Ashely/ Make Me Proud Remix/ I'm On One Remix/ Otis Remix/ AN!MAL$
Iamsu! (suzy 6 $peed)
Gettin It/ She Ready/ Drank Up/ Goin Up/ Remedy/ She Widit/ Bout Me/ Everywhere/ Millions/ Hipster Girls/ Mobbin/ Like What/ 211/Swaggin/ Jennifer Anniston/ Beast/ Peso/ Bag A Beach
K00l John/ HBK Affiliates
Lodi Dodi/ Chill Drink Fuck Smoke/ Ya Bitch/ Grind Time/ Mixin Liquor/ GEROGEGO/ Jamey In My Cup/ Fulla Dat Weed/ Lap Dance/ Shit Talker/ Party Crashers/ U Wanna Fuck/ Armani Depaul/ Do It/ girls gone Wild/ Pants Up/ STU Freestyle/ Go Crazy/ Down For The Click/ HBK Joe Beat
PMAC
Invincible/ One/ Pretty Brown Eyes/ Dreams Money Can Buy/ I'm Good/ Bake/ Comeback
Dumboundead
New Chick/ Summer Breeze/ Cellphone/ 10 Rounds/ 24KTown/ Raise The Bar Cypher/ Huell Howser/ Cotdamn/ Korean Jesus/ Green/ Guess Who/ I'm On It/ Selfish
Wax
Rosana/ I Shoulda Tried Harder/ Toothbrush/ Pictures of You/ Bad Company/ I ain't A Real Mean/ Feels Good
The XX - Get the whole XX album lol.
The Gorillaz do a sick cover of Crystalised
Majestic
http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCXIyz409s7bNWVcM-vjfdVA
Logic
Numbers/ All I do/ Nasty/ Walk On By/ XXL Freshman cypher/ Two Kings/ Dear God/ As I Am/ tic Tac Toe/ Young Sinatra 1,2&3/ Roll Call/ Relaxation/ Man Of the Year/ Shine On/ All Sinatra Everything/ Mind Of Logic
Capital Steez
Survival Tactics/ Last Straw/ 135/ Free The Robots/ King Steelo/ Like Water/ Swank Sinatra/ Dead Prez/ Cab Fare/ Dead On Arrival/ Walking Shit/ Evol Love/ Black Petunia/ Herban Legend/ Apex/ Like water/ Run Or Fly/ Bun N Cheese/ Vinyls
Childish Gambino
Camp album
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TAG GAME !!
so, I got tagged a while ago by iggy (@internetgremlin) and tbh I had totally forgotten, but here it is!!
i encourage anyone that want to answer to do it!!
adding a keep reading bc I wrote a lot on the DnD question
Favourite time of year?
Winter !!
Comfort food?
PASTA ALL THE WAY
Do you collect anything?
sadly I collect kpop merch, specially photocards, right now I'm focusing on enhypen's Jake. I also collect albums, currently I have one version of every enhypen album (one day I'll have one of each version), I'll be buying Ateez' comeback next month so I'll hopefully have it by my birthday
Favourite drink?
I'm a RedBull adddict lmao
Favourite song/artist?
okay, I'll start by listing the groups I stan (in no specific order) which are enhypen, txt, ateez and stray kids. now that the kpop groups are out of the way, I really love imagine dragons, 5 seconds of summer and a (I think underground) group called makeout monday
Current favourite songs?
I need to mention Answer and Turbulence by Ateez because I have a really deep connection to both of them. Also Shout Out and Polaroid Love by Enhypen which are songs that make me feel so many things,, I'm also never getting over 5SOS' Ghost of You and TXT's 0X1=LOVESONG
Favourite fic of mine?
it's got to be The Point or Ghost of You from my (currently inactive) kpop writing blog
Relationship Status:
I'm currently in a parasocial relationship with Jake Sim, we've been dating for half a year already
Favourite Colour(s):
literally any shade of blue
Song stuck in my head:
GUERRILLA BY ATEEZ
Last thing you googled:
How to turn off crossplay in fortnite
Time:
03:35 am GMT-4:00
Dream Trip:
it's either visiting Italy or Korean and Japan
Last thing you read:
other than fanfic, I'm currently ready the Legend trilogy
Last book you enjoyed reading:
assuming it's a finished book, the second book in the Legend trilogy, Prodigy
Last book you hated reading:
Collided from the Dirty Air series
Favourite thing to cook/bake:
BROWNIES, call me Felix because I'm cooking like a chef, I'm a 5 star michelin
Favourite craft to do in your free time:
does gaming count as a craft?
Most niche dislike:
I honestly have no idea
Do you have any sense of direction:
I used to, but ever since I moved to the capital I get lost so easily,,
Tell us about your D&D character:
okay so I have 3: Suna, Tatsumi and Aria, but I'm gonna talk about Suna and Tatsu (pics in that order, courtesy of this picrew) both of them are from a kimetsu no yaiba/demon slayer inspired campaign (which is currently on a hiatus that has lasted over 6 months, but should return shortly!!)
so, first we have the user of the water breathing technique suna, the girl that was born to be the perfect demon slayer. she's known about the existence of demons ever since she can remember, both of her parent being demon slayers and wanting her to be ready to face the world they live in. she trained all her life to join her parents, her free time being spent with the kid next door (which sets up the best and angstiest childhood friends to lovers storyline ever). she used to be really cheerful and welcoming, and it's only after her parents disappear that she closes herself off, the only 2 people able to get to her being the boy next door (kyojuro rengoku) and her dad's best friend, who took her in and finished her training. throughout the campaign she meets both naru and haru her teammates, developing different relationships with both of them, but caring about them in her own weird way. as time passes their missions start getting more dangerous until the inevitable happens and one of them died, haru, she managed to survive and closed herself once more due to the pain and guilt, pushing yasuhiro (the demon slayer sent to fill haru's place) away and mistreating him. then she lost the love of her life and once again she blamed herself for not being good enough to save those she cares about, so she spends all her time training eventually developing her own fighting style, and sacrificing herself to save both naru and yasuhiro.
then there's tatsumi, the character I created in case suna died. she's the polar opposite of suna. tatsumi didn't learn about the existence of demons until she received a letter from her brother yuuji, in which he apologized for keeping demons a secret from her and their family. determined to find her brother she decided to join the demon slayers. she became a user of the mist breathing technique, learning quickly and soon enough becoming a demon slayer herself, eventually catching the attention of the mist hashira himself, tokito, who took her under his wing so she would eventually become his successor if anything happened to him. due to the trust placed in her she was allowed to go on solo missions, which meant she could secretly look for yuuji. it was only after she came back from a mission that she was informed she would be joining a squad, taking the place of a recently deceased woman, only to find out one of the 2 remaining members had decided to leave the organization, leaving only her and yasuhiro in the team. tbh there's not a lot about tatsumi story wise because of the hiatus, but she's a literal ray of sunshine, doing everything to remain positive and lift the party's mood because she promised herself (and her brother) that she would never stop smiling, no matter how hard things got.
with my bestie (the player behind haru and yasuhiro) we have actually worked on a lot of different AU's for the characters, my personal favorite being the kpop au!! the ship dynamics are amazing !! (+ everyone is alive)
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