#and my thoughts were: wow i finished early. i guess i could go to sleep but i'm not feeling sleepy yet?? what do i do now??
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i do like going to college (at least for now lol) but the way it has rewired some of my thought processes is actually very jarring
#i usually have a never ending list of work for every class. i can reach 2am and still not have finished them all#today though i finished all i had planned to finish quite early#and my thoughts were: wow i finished early. i guess i could go to sleep but i'm not feeling sleepy yet?? what do i do now??#like. i forgot i have. actual hobbies. interests outside of uni. stuff i could do#you know. read. write. draw. watch tv or movies#like. girl you have an entire row of unread books you could start on (leisure ones not class reading)#and when i remembered it just kinda blew my mind like. wdym i forgot i can literally partake on leisurely activities#oh my god this semester is consuming me. i need to breathe a little. wtf#sara talks nonsense#college
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Closer by NIN
This is part two for Nasty
Summary: You and Miguel have been finding things out about each other through your music choices.
TW: When I say that this one is rough, I mean that this type of sex could get you arrested. I'd bail him out. biting, scratching, dacrophilia, p in v, breeding kink, honestly just everything.
Miguel was panting a bit, rolling off of your body as you both came down from your high together. It had been a few weeks since he listened to that damn song you loved and found out about what you liked in bed, fully using this to his advantage and constantly making you a squirming mess underneath him.
His eyes stared at the ceiling with a smile on his lips, then closing them for a second before feeling you shift beside him in his bed. He felt your breast press onto his chest as you laid on top of him and his hands slid to hold your waist, peaking open one eye at your smirking face.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, mamacita?” He questioned, tapping his fingers into your skin a bit as you rested your chin on his pecks. You could feel his heartbeat becoming normal again after your rigorous rounds.
“I’m just wondering what your turn ons are? What makes you insatiable and want more?” You go on and on as he just chuckles, brushing some of the hair from your face as you stare at him with your big doe eyes, filled with curiosity.
“You, mi amor.” He answers and closes his eyes again, pulling you tight to him as he rolls onto his side and pecks your forehead. “Now we need to sleep, we have an early debriefing tomorrow.” He mumbled and you pouted a bit, pushing out your bottom lip even though his eyes were closed.
You maniacally rubbed your hand against his still half-hard cock and his grunted, grabbing your wrist quickly to stop you. “Bebe.” His tone had shifted to authoritarian fast and you let out a ‘hmph.’
“One more, papi, please. One more round and I’ll sleep like a baby.” You begged and his eyes opened as an amused grin fell on his full lips. “I promise.” You finished and he yanked one of your legs around his hips, burying his face into your neck.
“I can’t so no to my precious girl.” he nipped as you giggled, and you both continued once more, before falling asleep.
The next day, Miguel was exhausted. One more round turned into three more rounds and then sex on the bathroom floor, in his kitchen, and giving him head in his elevator.
So you could say it was definitely worth it to him.
You brought out a sexual prince in him, someone caring and full of sweet, buttery smooth words that made your panties a swimming pool in the middle of July. And he was always welcome to dive in.
“Wow. That’s a new record.” Jess spoke and you looked around, confused. “The hickeys, I mean.” She points to your neck and you immediately close the mask of your suit to avoid her scrutiny any more. She laughed lightly, “don’t be like that, remember that I’m technically the one who led him to give you said hickeys.” She prompts and sits, leaning on your desk. “So I’m guessing it’s all going good?”
“Better than good, Jess. He’s- he’s like a God in bed.”
“Wow. He must really be into it.”
“What do you mean?” You asked, now scrunching your brows together.
“Well, listen- he’s an attractive guy, and you’re not the only person with eyes at the HQ. He’s slept with a few in the past before he met you, but it was always a one-and-done thing, so I’m just impressed that he’s opened up about what he’s into.”
And then you sunk down in your seat. “What… he’s into?” You questioned.
“Well, yeah. You two always do what you both want, right? He used to complain about how vanilla most people were, so you must be doing something right.” She stands again and walks off.
Leaving you alone to your thoughts. What… he wanted? You assumed that he was into what you were into, since you’d found him jerking off to exactly the things you’d wanted to hear, especially after that song-
The song!
Oh, Jess and her big mouth probably told him about your love for that song! You blushed in embarrassment as you thought about him submitting to what you wanted.
You didn’t want him to only focus on your turn ons, you wanted compromise and to share his darker fantasies. Isn’t that what a relationship was?
“Lyla,” you called out and found the little AI pop up in front of you. “I need to know what sexual interests Miguel has.” The orange hologram sputtered a cough for a second while you rolled your eyes at her overdramatic display. “Lyla, you don’t even breathe.”
“If I did, I'd be gasping in shock and clutching my pearls.” She shot back and you just sighed in defeat. “Besides, those files aren’t accessible to just anyone. You need permission from Miguel or me.” She folded her arms.
“Wait- permission? Like… his passcode?” You blurted out with hopes and Lyla nodded.
“Well, yes, but-“
“Thanks Lyla.” You cut her off and hurried to his office, ignoring the hologram calling back to you. Your steps finally made it to the dark office Miguel used, more like a workshop for a robotics technician, but you didn’t dare correct him when it came to the Society.
“Miguelito?” You called out, testing out a theory. When silence was your only companion in the room, you smiled and continued your plans. 'Perfect!' You cheered to yourself and hopped to swing onto his platform.
The screens were much higher than you could see or reach, so you jumped up to sit on his desk and tap along the floating screens. You found what you were looking for after a minute, being greeted by Lyla once more.
“You know, he’ll be made when he finds out.” She announced and you shrugged.
“Not if I put what I find to good use.” You answered and the AI pretended to wretch, feigning nausea.
“Gross. Hold on, if it’s that important to you, I might be able to bypass the code. But I’ll deny ever being here if you throw me under the bus.” Lyla answered and tapped something, then letting you watch the code fill itself.
“This is his porn history. He doesn’t know I can see it, and I’m happy he doesn’t because that conversation would be really weird.” She pops a few screens, but most of them are just…
“Is this... my social media?” You wobbled on the desk for a second from leaning back in shock.
“Yeah, it tends to get him going pretty easily. Sometimes he listens to certain music, too.” She adds and you look directly at her, making her sigh and hold her glasses in disappointment. “I hate that I’m enabling you.”
“Don’t stop now.” You demand and she lets his playlist pop up, one titled after you.
Most of the songs seem to be very lovey dovey- and that’s when you find it.
“Nine inch nails…?” Your surprise was evident as you read the band name once more. “I listened to this band in high school.”
“So did he. Believe it or not, he was a little rebellious in high school. I think it was the daddy issues.” Lyla tapped the song and the strange sounds from the song played heavily.
“Thanks Lyla!” You tapped her away and ran from his desk, trying to make it as though you had never been there. Your mistake.
That night, you began playing the song while cooking and tried to focus on the lyrics.
“You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you”
Your jaw dropped, listening to the words. Oh.
The song exuded dominance and power, something very Miguel. But you didn’t think he could be so… rough. Of course he could be rough, the man had fangs and claws, but you thought he was much more into sentimental experiences, making love and such. You didn't realize he wanted to fuck.
Pressing your palms flat into the counter, you'd long forgotten your meal when the chorus bursts through your speakers.
“I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God”
Your knees became jelly as you imagined him saying thing these things to you, gravel voice smirking as you fall to the ground before him and worship him like he deserves- like he would demand.
“you tear down my reason
(Help me) it's your sex I can smell
(Help me) you make me perfect
Help me become somebody else”
You could feel the desperation in the reverb of the songs drums. It’s no wonder he always inhales so deeply when he eats you out, he’s letting his animalistic instincts take over. He’s technically part spider, which is inherently an animal. He literally needs to fuck you like an animal to feel his whole DNA’s satisfaction.
“I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God”
You breath hitches and you hear the door close, your head shooting up as you can hear the sound of his boots coming closer, spider senses tingling from behind you.
“So… the scent of your wet pussy was all over my desk when I got back from Peter's universe… want to tell me why?” He inquired and you wanted to answer, but the hand sliding up your body and the thoughts plaguing your mind from the still-playing song we’re holding your tongue hostage. “No answer? My good girl always answers me, what's wrong? His gentle kisses land on the slope of your neck and you give him more access by tilting your head.
“What if I don’t want to be a 'good girl' tonight? What if…” he freezes and starts to put everything together. You snuck into his office, this song, your pheromones filling the room.
“What if what?” He growls and you practically cum at the sound of his aggravated voice hissing at you.
“What if… I want you to do what the song says… and fuck me like an animal.”
His brain drowns in conflicted emotions. He wants nothing more to practically maim your skin with his claws and teeth, fucking you so roughly that you beg him to stop and take a break, plead for him to breed you like a whore, to hear you crying from how hard he’s going, how bad it hurts and amazing it feels. He wants to see you wake up with a limp in your walk and a belly full of his potential children.
But then he also doesn’t want to scare you away. He doesn’t want you to be forced to do those things just because you want him to finish, to feel satisfaction. He’s more than satisfied with you, loves the sex you two have, he doesn’t need-
The words fly through his head, but everything stops when you roughly grab his cock through his suit and get onto your knees before him.
“Mi corazón… you don’t know what you’re asking for.” He encourages you to stand up again, to stop asking for this, but you bury your face into the fabric and breathe in deeply.
“Please, I need it in my mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth.” You beg and who is he to deny such a gorgeous request when he can see your fat tits practically spilling from the keyhole of your spider suit from this angle.
“Fuck. Fine.” He says through gritted teeth and yanks your head backwards by your hair, disabling his suit completely as his cock pops out and smacks you a bit. He likes the sounds, likes the view of his face smothering precum across your cheeks and lips. And he wants more. “You like the idea of me suffocating you on my cock, forcing myself down your throat for you to suck?” He slaps his hard dick across your face and because of the weight and width, it actually kinda stings. “That’s it, my little slut… so horny just for me, so hungry to take my dick.” He roughly grabs your face and forces your mouth open, smushing your cheeks in his large hands and tapping his tip on your tongue. “Open wide and stick out that tongue.” He commands and you comply, tongue out and mouth open for him.
He slams into your mouth until you can’t take much more, still missing a few inches of him. “Relax your throat, or I’ll fuck it so hard that you’ll be forced to.” He threatens and you try to lessen your muscles tightening. Pulling your hair into his body until your nose is smashed against his pelvis, dark happy trail against your lips.
The gagging makes him practically cum then and there, but he won’t let this end just yet. No, he needs to enjoy this more. unbeknownst to him, you were on the verges of an orgasm just from him fucking into the back of your throat one time. You hand slides down to touch your clit and rub yourself in gentle circles.
Sliding out, he rams his cock back into your waiting cavern and begins a relentless speed, shoving himself further and further each time until he can see the bulge of his dick in your esophagus. His head falls back and his fingers tighten in your hair, tears flowing freely down your cheeks as he brutalizes your throat and refuses to stop. His hand pins your head between the countertop of the kitchen and his postponing hips, refusing to stop until he feels your nails on one hand digging into his thighs and making him almost cum. You groan on his dick and he realizes that sound, he knows that's a signal that you've just finished with your own hand. He yanks himself out and starts fisting his cock fast as you cough and gasp for air, tears still forming mascara tracks down your cheeks.
He bends down and hurls you over his shoulder, then throwing you onto the ground of the living room and making you do a split on your back, blushing at how exposed he had you. Three sharp claws formed from his fingers and he shredded the hips of your suit, bending down to your tits and latching the top in his mouth so when he turned his head, the rip was loud and your nipples were open to the cold air.
“You’re going to lay here and take my cock until the only words you know how to say are ‘Miguel please fuck me.’ And I’m not stopping until you pass out from exhaustion.” He declares and puts the tip of his dick in your entrance, not even wasting a second and thrusting into you completely, making a scream tear through your throat in pain as he once again found your hair and thrusted. The lack of accommodation made you tighter than you’d ever felt, jerking hips his harder as your hand fell onto his abs to push him away, hiccups coming from your lips as the pain begins to grow at how hard he could go.
“That’s it, shut the fuck up and take this cock. Cry about it, try to get away, but I’ll pull you back and fuck. You. Harder.” He rammed his hips into yours to punctuate every word of the end of the sentence. “I’ll fuck you so hard, you won't be able to get up for work tomorrow.” He says as he pounds his tip into your cervix, most definitely bruised and possibly hurt worse. But god, did it feel good, watching him get so crazy, so psychotically obsessed with you.
“Migu-el!” Your words get broken up with as I should have been gone.
“That’s it, my little bitch in heat, I’ll fuck you so hard, your entire bottom half with be black and blue.” He grunted and groaned, starting to feel like an animal on the discovery channel, then bending down and biting into your skin hard. Blood drew at the little punctures and he continued to bite deep, painful marks all over, looking like you were stung by a bunch of bees. His hands slid up your back and you felt the claws in his fingers latch onto you, scrapping across your smooth body and forming bloodied lines and marks of what looked like pure aggression, but if only everyone who saw them knows…
You were fucking loving this.
Your body looked like an anomaly mission gone wrong; dark, scattered bruises that looked like they’d take weeks to heal, punctures all over your body like you were a piece of cheese, and red scraps like you’d tumbled into a bed of razors. All done by Miguel and his primal needs, and you’d let him do it again and again as long as he used his cock to completely pummel your insides.
“F-fuck me, please, Miguel…” you gasped and choked out as his eyes blared red like sirens on a cop car, heaving and large above you. You orgasm around him and he makes a sound as if he’s a roaring lion.
“That’s it, ask me to destroy this slutty pussy, to breed you, to own you.” His words come out in an octave you didn’t know he could reach and your back arches, keeping his dick in you as he flips you over.
Like a battering ram in and out of your pussy, he holds your arms and yanks your body back and forth on his cock like his own life sized pocket pussy. “Perfect little cocksleeve, letting me use her body like a fuckin whore. Only mine, no one else can touch you, mine.” he grunts and growls as he attacks your back again, wet lines of him basically slobbering all over you like a dog. He humps into you at a dizzying speed and you cum again, the searing burn of a too-fast orgasm swimming through your belly as he smiles and ruts upward, bullying your g-spot more and more.
“One more, you can do one more, right?” He insists and makes sharp, hard movements against that spot. You weep louder as the lewd sounds of your wet pussy sucking him in and milking him dry echo around the room. Miguel moves to web together your arms behind your back, holding them now with one hand and grasping the back of your neck like a handle with the other, smashing his hips into your suffocating insides. "I'm not asking, you will give me one more, I want to feel your cunt clamp down on me again and try to suck the cum out of my cock."
Everything becomes white noise as another painful and overwhelming orgasm wracks though your body, making you jerk and shutter wildly as he holds you in his control and rides you through it.
“That’s it, you’re my fucktoy, my personal little cunt for me to ruin and get pregnant. Gonna be all knocked up, gonna let me cum in you and fill you up. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fuck this cunt for the rest of my fuckin life.” His words send him tumbling into his own climax, shooting his seed so deep inside you that you swear it’s gonna spill out of your mouth. Miguel’s dick is so deeply buried within you as he cums that your legs shake and the muscles cramp, dropping below him. You’re completely fucked out, everything feeling like an irritation to your bloody, bruised skin.
And the look on Miguel’s face is heartbreaking once he looks at you. Yes, it makes his dick hard again, but it makes his mind unravel into panic. He needs to apologize. How could he mark you up like this, damage you like this? He never should have let go, never should have-
“Wanna go again?” You mumble out and give him a little smirk. And he completely malfunctions.
“You… enjoyed that?”
“Are you joking? That was the most amazing sex of my entire life. We can do the sweet sappy stuff I taught you some other time, now abuse my cunt with your cock again please.” You beg and Miguel thinks he’s gonna lose his mind.
You will be the death of him, and as he plunges into your hole once more, propping a pillow under your hips, he thinks about what type of sex playlist you two are gonna make together.
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𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓹𝓽. 5 - 𝓛. 𝓗𝓮𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰
📞Pairing: heeseung + fem reader!
Warnings: mentions of mutual masturbation, dirty talk, pet names, mature jokes.
Genre: PSO (phone sex operator) heeseung
Note: just a lil filler chap hope you enjoy!!!
Number of words: will add later
Find your way around!
It was early in the morning by the time you and Ethan had finished your little mutual masturbation session, and you were both tired and exhausted after sharing multiple orgasms back to back, but that didn't stop you guys from texting each other back and forth till sunrise he wanted to talk to you on the phone some more, but you were too shy after everything you did with him so you decided texting would be better.
Heeseung: So I feel like we rushed into this a little fast, so maybe if it's okay with you, we could talk and get to know each other better.
Your heart jumps at the thought of him actually wanting to get to know you. When you first called him that night, you never even thought of something like this happening, but you weren't complaining either.
You: Sure, I'd love to
He smiles, fingers dancing across his keypad to reply
Heeseung: So, I guess I should get this out of the way first. My real name is actually heeseung and not Ethan.
You cup your mouth in shock while reading his text.
You: There's no way.
Heeseung: Why? Do you not like it? You can still call me Ethan if you want. I just thought I'd let you know.
You: No, I do like it, but I just moaned your fake name for the past hour. Why didn't you tell me sooner?
Heeseung: Sorry, angel, but I do have to admit I love the way you call me Ethan.
You: But what if I called you by your real name?
Heeseung: Fuck don't say that now. I'm gonna get hard all over again just thinking about it.
You: Not saying it 😬
Heeseung: So, are there any secrets you're hiding from me or things I should know before we start talking?
You: What, no, why would I?
Heeseung: I'm playing Angel, so tell me more about yourself. You had me intrigued since day 1
You blushed, kicking your feet excitedly as you went on to tell him more about yourself. Some trivial things and, surprisingly, a lot of personal things that normally you found hard to open up about, but with him, it was so easy, especially cause he opened up to you about a lot of things as well.
The sun was up while the two of you texted away with each other, talking about an array of various topics until you both had to go to sleep. Finally, you had school in the morning, and he had worked at a sandwich shop he had told you about earlier.
Heeseung: Angel, I'm so sorry. I gotta go now. I have school and then work tomorrow, but if it's okay, I'd like to talk some more.
Your heart flutters, still not able to comprehend the fact that you were actually talking to the guy you met on a phone sex site, and on top of that, he was actually interested in getting to know you.
You: I'd love to. I'll be home by three my time.
Heeseung: Okay, I work part-time in the afternoon, so I'll call a bit later, okay, Angel?
You: Okay, goodnight etha- I mean heeseung
You tease.
He chuckled at the text, eyes burning from staying up and talking to you for so long, but it was so worth it.
Heeseung: Goodnight angel
Heeseung: Morning
Heeseung texted you first thing. He knew you'd probably still be asleep after staying up so late, but he knew you'd see his text at some point today.
He was right cause you woke up hours later and saw his text responding to him immediately.
You: Morning Ethan
Heeseung: Look who finally decided to show I was so lonely without you. 🥺
You: Please as if 🙄
Heeseung: Wow, here I am, trying to be cute, and you just diss me. That's cold, especially after I sent nudes. 😔
You: Aww 😀
Heeseung: Rude
Heeseung: So anyway, are you still at school? Was it fun? How is your day going so far?
You smile at your screen, getting all giddy because he's actually taking an interest in what you're doing.
You: I'm walking home now, but yeah it was fun but also kinda boring if that makes sense.
Heeseung: It totally does, angel, and I'm happy you're finished. You deserve a break.
You: Thank you
Heeseung: Wait, you don't mind if I call you angel, right?
You: Of course not. I love it when you call me that.
Heeseung: Good girl.
You: *blush*
Heeseung: Cutie, so I was thinking maybe once I get off work, if you'd like to chat for a while, are you still up for that?
You: Hmmm, sure, I'd like that.
Heeseung: I get off at five, is that okay?
You: Works for me.
You: But wait, aren't you supposed to do your other job?
You ask after finding out he worked two jobs along with school.
Heeseung: Shh, haha, yeah, but like, of course, I'm gonna skip it for you duh🙄
You: Heeseung, don't do that.
You reply, letting him know that you shouldn't be his priority over working.
Heeseung: It's whatever, just something I do for quick cash cause I'm good at it. Besides, missing one night isn't going to break the bank.
You: If you say so.
Heeseung: I do say so. I'm gonna get back to work before my manager scolds me for being on the clock while on my phone. Expect to hear from me later, though, okay?
You: Okay! Have a good rest of your shift. I look forward to hearing your voice again😉
You add, attempting to flirt a little.
Heeseung: Keep talking like that and watch the way I walk off the job so I can go home and call you.
You: 😬
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"So, angel, if you don't mind me asking, where are you from?" You were both home relaxing on your beds while you FaceTime each other, except he was the only one showing his face.
You go on to tell him where you're from, and as soon as the words leave your mouth, his face falls completely flat.
"You're joking? Like, please tell me you're joking."
"No?"
"That's hours away from here," he pouts. "Like thousands of miles."
"So?" You shrug.
"So? I was thinking about meeting you, obviously not this soon, but like maybe later down the road once we get closer, but I guess that's probably not gonna ever happen."
"That's what FaceTime is for," you chuckled, trying to hide your happiness. You couldn't believe he had actually thought about meeting you.
"I can't touch you through the phone," he deadpans as your giggling comes to a stop.
"O-oh," you whisper shyly.
"What? Something wrong?"
"Nothing, just trying to get used to your forwardness."
"I can tone it down a bit since we haven't known each other that long, you know? I just thought since we already you know it'd be okay, but if not I'll stop."
He rambles on and on.
"No, it's fine. I like it, and I feel really close to you already, like two peas in a pod." You smiled even though he couldn't see it.
"Really?"
"Yeah, we covered a lot of ground last night," you laughed.
"We sure did," he smirked, and by that look, you already knew he was about to say something. "So, how about you let me put my pea in your pod?"
"Stop it." You covered your face, cupping your cheeks that were burning from embarrassment.
"You're so easy to tease," he giggles. "So is it like cold where you are then?
He asked instead of teasing you some more.
"Yes, and it's a bit past midnight already," you groan.
"Midnight? So, should I let you go now?"
"I think that would be best, yeah."
He popped his mouth. "Dang it, well, okay. I can call you again tomorrow if you want at the same time?"
"Same time. Goodnight, Ethan."
He rolls his eyes jokingly. "Night night angel"
Thank you for reading. Please reblog and leave feedback! -🐹
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Heyy if you’re taking requests between chapters could you do something with the reader being famous or something but still quite shy and meeting the guys or them bugging joe when they find out that he’s dating her?
"Whose got you smiling into your phone like that, Burrow?" Ja'Marr asked, shoving his teammate.
"No one." Joe quickly puts his phone away as Zac starts talking about the upcoming season. His phone vibrates in his pocket, and Joe can't contain his excitement. He knows you are finally responding. Sure, you're in Tokyo shooting for your latest movie, and he understands how busy your schedule can get, but he would be lying if he said it didn't get to him. So, you being able to double-text him right now has him ready to jump out of his chair and call you. As soon as the meeting ends, Joe goes to the bathroom to facetime you.
"Hey, handsome." You pick up still in full make-up and costume.
"Wow, you look amazing. What are you?"
"I would be spoiling the movie, and that would be against my contract."
"Right, I'm sorry."
"I'm just kidding, Burr. I'm a prostitute in the early 2000s. I'm shooting season two of Tokyo Vice."
"I love that show! I didn't know you were going to be in season two."
"It's a secret."
"I umm miss-
"Sorry, They're calling me back to set! I'll call you when I get some downtime." You hang up before Joe can tell you good night.
"Who were you on the phone with?" Your manager smiles at you. You bit your lip and shook your head.
"Let's get back to set!" You reply, getting up from your chair. After another 6 hours, you wrap up for the day. You want to call Joe, but it's pretty later over there. But you end up calling anyway.
"What's up, baby?" Joe answers on the third ring. You lay back on your bed, smiling.
"I just finished filming, so I wanted to call you. I didn't think you would be available."
"Oh yeah, I couldn't sleep."
"So, I get back to the states in a few days. If you're free-"
"Yes. I mean, yeah. We should meet up." Joe cuts you off before you can finish, which makes you laugh. You end up falling asleep on the phone with him, exhausted after long hours of shooting even though it was only 1 pm.
And when you get back to the states, you meet Joe in LA discreetly. Joe looks at the dinner you prepared and nods his head, impressed by your cooking skills.
"Looks great." He pulls you into his arms and kisses your head.
"You better enjoy it. I hate cooking, but it's the one thing I'm glad my mom taught me." You look up at him smiling.
"Speaking of mom. My mother is dying to meet, and I quote the girl who has my son smiling like a maniac."
"Oh, so I am on downtime now. I can come to your first home game of the season. I guess I will meet her there."
"Are you sure that's okay?"
"Yeah. It will be fine." You tell him. But when the day comes, you're so nervous you can barely keep focused on simple tasks.
"A football game? You hate football." Your brother says, laughing. You look at yourself in the mirror, making sure Joe's jersey looks okay.
"I'm dating the quarterback." You finally confess. He laughs and shakes his head.
"Of the Ravens?"
"Nope. Bengals."
"No fucking way. You're not dating Joe Burrow."
"I am, and I'm supposed to tailgate with his family today, and I'm super nervous. Do I look okay" You pick up your phone, and your brother takes his Facetime off of pause to look at you?
"Holy shit. You are dating him. I'm surprised it hasn't come out on TMZ."
"Well, we barely had time to see each other, so-"
"Wait, how long have you been dating."
"9 months now."
"Why are you just now telling me?"
"It wasn't serious. Idk I didn't think we would be together this long. I thought, hey, this is a good fuck; don't ruin a good thing, but then we just clicked, and yeah."
"This is insane. You know, by wearing his jersey, rumors will start, right?"
"I should change." You say, tossing the jersey off.
Joe stares at his phone, waiting for you to say you're here.
"There you go on the phone again. Whoever she is, has you whipped." Ja'Marr says, making the other guys laugh. Joe ignores them and sneaks away to meet you. He pulls you into a hug and kisses your lips softly.
"So, I was wearing your jersey, but I didn't want to draw attention." You ramble. Joe laughs and looks at you wearing his hoodie.
"My parents are this way. I'm sorry I obviously can't join the tailgate but I think you'll be okay. I hope." Joe whispers the last part to himself. Joe opens the door and his mother's eyes light up.
"You did not tell us you were dating oscar winning actress-"
"Don't make this weird," Joe says, cutting off his sister-in-law, who is almost in tears.
"Yeah, so this is my girlfriend." Joe goes around introducing you to everyone. When Joe has to leave your side, you almost start to panic. But his mother grabs your hand, giving you a warm smile.
"Joe has just been glowing these last few months. I'm glad I finally get to meet the reason why." She whispers. You sit with the family and enjoy the festive of tailgating. A few people take photos of you or ask for your autograph, which you are happy to give. When it's game time, you decide to put Joe's jersey back on and become the supporting girlfriend. The truth is you know nothing about football. During warm-ups, Joe continues to look over at you. At one point, you blow a kiss at him, and he drops the ball. You start laughing. During the game, Joe is focused on winning. You cheer him and the team on. They win, and you wait with his family after the game. The Burrows have a celebration at their house after the game. You prepare yourself to meet his teammates. When Joe introduces you as his girlfriend, the guys' jaw drops.
"Did not see this coming? How did you meet?" Sam asks. Joe hands you a beer, and you take a sip letting Joe tell the story.
"We met at her cousin's wedding in December."
"Joe had game to pull you like that?" Ja'Marrs asks. You giggled.
"Those TikToks helped." You reply. Joe wraps his arm around you. The guys ask many questions you mostly let Joe answer because you feel timid, but with Joe's arm around you protectively, it melts away. At the end of the night, Joe takes you away to make out with you, away from peeping eyes. You sit on the bathroom counter, moaning into his mouth while his tongue works around yours.
"Can you stay at my place, or do you need to go back to LA?"
"I can stay with you. I'm on a little break." You whisper. He smiles, kissing down your neck. You hiss as he sucks a bruise onto your neck.
"Joe. Let's get home first." You giggle. Joe groans as you palm him through his jeans.
"I love you," Joe whispers. You freeze up and don't reply.
"Joseph! Your mother is looking for you." His father's voice breaks the awkward silence. Joe pulls away and doesn't look at you before leaving the bathroom. You lean against the mirror, cursing yourself.
A/N: I started getting carried away when I saw this ask! The idea was just too good too! I hope this was okay and you like it!
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Hii 🐿️ here!! I broke up with my bf of 5+ years a few days ago and a few months back I got rejected at my dream job... Tough year in general. Your fics have been great support and the best distraction ever since I found u :'D Ty a lot for them, I wish i knew how to draw so I could make one as well <3
If I could get a comfy fic I would love it, just laying in bed with Muichiro after a rough patch in life :')
Muichiro comforts you after a rough patch in life.
Your heavy sigh alerted Muichiro that you were already awake. It was odd for you to be up at such an early hour. Muichiro turned over to face you and was met with the sight of you gazing at the ceiling.
"Good morning," He said with a slight smile.
"Morning," you said half heartily keeping your gaze at the ceiling.
"Did you sleep ok?" He asked becoming more concerned.
"No..." you said and tried desperately to find more of an explanation, but felt too lost in your own thoughts to continue your statement.
"Is everything alight?" He asked.
"I guess there has just been a lot of challenges recently…” You replied.
Muichiro began to run his fingers through your hair hoping to comfort you and encourage you to keep opening up to him.
"I've been trying so hard but- things haven't been working out for me lately," you finished.
"I see... well you know life is never constant. Everything is always fluctuating and changing. It is simply a fact of life that good fortune will make it's return in time," Muichiro stated.
You turned to meet Muichiro's gaze. His eyes were filled with an enlightened tranquility that seemed to wash over you like a gentle wave.
"Wow- That's really wise Tokito," You replied feeling the despair that had been weighing you down lessen.
"Mhm," He nodded sweetly. "Just remember to fight the urge of getting wrapped up in sorrows. If you remain optimistic and kind it will inevitably come back to you," he spoke placing a soft kiss on your cheek.
"Thank you," you replied, as Muichiro pulled you on to his chest continuing to run his fingers through your hair.
"You look as though you got no sleep," he speculated.
"You are correct," you giggled, feeling slightly better after his comforting word.
"Well rest peacefully knowing better things are inevitably on the horizon, and going through these hard times will makes the future times feel even sweeter," He spoke, and wrapped his arms around you. In his soothing embrace you felt your eyes begin to get heavy. Finally you drifted into a deep sleep that your body had been aching for.
Oh no 🐿️ !! I’m so sorry to hear things have been tough recently. I hope this fic can provide some comfort. I don’t know if you’re open to things like tarot cards, but as soon as I read your request I thought of the Wheel of Fortune card. This fic is heavily inspired by it. If you’re open to it, look it up! Maybe it can provide more comfort. Overall, it states that life is always changing and good times will come back around~
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Nakahara Chuuya x Reader
💌 Would this be considered a social suicide? : Chapter 2 💌
Summary: You knew it was dangerous to take walks at night but hearing the water rushing under the bridge was calming to your nerves. You didn’t imagine you’d ever fall into the river and somehow wake up in your favorite anime. The isekai that I’m sure will come back to haunt me. It’s kept me up all night but I might as well get the brainrot out.
Notes: Reader is Isekai’d into BSD, Slow to start, Chuuya is endgame but there’s a fair bit of reader & Dazai moments too
💌 Word count: 2,929 💌 Available Chapters [1] [You are here] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]
The next morning you were woken up to a phone call. It was weird since the ringtone was not the one you were used to and the phone wasn’t placed where you normally put it by your side. You tried to keep your eyes closed, you were still tired. Eventually your hand found a flip phone and you picked up the call.
“Yeah.” you sounded dead tired but sure enough Dazai’s chipper voice filled your ear. “And good morning to you~”
You groaned only half heartedly mumbling “It’s too early for this. Call Atsushi to get you out of the oil drum or whatever you got yourself stuck in. I’m going back to sleep.” You ended up slurring some of the words but you were on the precipice of falling back asleep.
“Wow, that's rude to say to someone who saved your life last night. I called you in good faith that my darling (Y/N) would help me with this emergency. Although that does leave me wondering, does your ability make you psychic?” That’s when the events from the night prior stirred you from your sleepy haze. Oh shit. You felt like you were dunked in cold water. Too much, you fucked up. Fix it. Lie. Lie like your life depends on it. What would Atsushi do? He’d panic and apologize right?
“OH GOD IT WASN’T A DREAM! I thought I was still dreaming. It was just a guess, I’m sorry Dazai I’ll-” you were cut off. Perfect.
“Calm down, I was only teasing you but you should come out once you’ve changed. Atsushi’s already downstairs waiting for you.” He ended the call swiftly after.
That could have gone better but at least it wasn’t the worst thing having him think you had an ability. Maybe it was a good thing but still you didn’t like the casualness of it all. Dazai was one of your favorite characters that you knew way too much about. Naturally you don’t want to get on his bad side but you wanted to be kept close. Even though you feel like you can anticipate where he’s coming from, the fact of the matter is he’s supposed to be unpredictable. The problem is you want to be important but the man is a walking redflag and boy do you love flags. You already know romance was not an option especially with the way he flirts with women. He clearly doesn't have much interest in such a thing anyways. His idea that everything he desires will be taken from him always gets in the way of developing any deep meaningful relationship anyhow. Or at least was your guess based on what you’ve read. You feel like that’s the reason why he’s always annoying everyone all the time so in the event something were to happen to either them or himself he could continue without much worry. Especially since he wants to die without being a burden to anyone. You shift your focus to the clothes provided for you, a white button up shirt, pants and boots similar to Atsushi’s but instead of suspenders and a tie you were given a lightweight sweater vest to complete your look. You thought it was cute as you looked in the mirror on your way out the door.
You didn’t say much on the way through town, still embarrassed about how you spoke on the phone. Dazai spoke primarily about the job he would help get you both. Sometimes he would glance back at you just to make sure you were still listening. He even winked at you when he was talking about how good of a fit the two of you would be. The man had no right to be this attractive. As Dazai finished talking himself up Kunikida stormed in to set the record straight.
Atsushi looked over to you “I’m starting to have second thoughts about accepting his help. Maybe I should just look for a job on my own.”
“Eh, Dazai might seem like a moron but I’d trust him on this one. Think about it, you don’t exactly have the greatest credentials to get a job anyhow.” You shrugged, shoving your hands in your pockets. The reason you didn’t get much sleep last night is because you were dreading the next thing Kunikida was about to say. You're afraid you'll be absolutely useless.
“We have an emergency. A man has taken a hostage and threatened to blow up our office.”
Atsushi tried to protest but Dazai and Kunikida were not having it. You followed along without complaint, of course as was your plan from the beginning. If you’re being honest you forgot half of what Junichiro’s speech was about until you heard it right now. Like who was he talking to if not you guys hiding behind the decorative shrubbery. The office workers and hostage had been there for a while. Why wait till right now to say those things. Atsushi was still trying to whimper his way out of helping and Dazai was trying to coax him otherwise. You only nodded along.
“Then there’s only one option.” Dazai said taking a stance with Kunikida following suit. The game of rock, paper, scissors was short and the face Atsushi was making was priceless. Kunikida stood up and approached the “mad bomber” as calmly as he could. “Hey, easy does it kid.”
“Stay away, I only want to see the president! Don’t you try anything funny or I’ll blow this place to bits.”
Kunikida put his hands up slowly and backed away “Okay.”
“I know who you are. You’re Kunikida. You want me to lower my guard so that you can use that annoying ability of yours to stop me. Well that sure ain't happening. Lay on that desk on your hands and knees, and keep both feet above your head- ” as he continued on, you shook with laughter, suppressing the sound at the strange but clearly not well thought order. You saw Dazai side eye you and you whispered “Sorry I know this is bad but the request he was making, how would Kunikida, just never mind. This means you can’t go out there either, Dazai.”
“It would only make him more angry. Oh my whatever shall we do now?”
You both looked at Atsushi “Absolutely not.”
“I haven’t even said anything yet.”
“I already know what you’re gonna ask.”
You sighed “Atsushi we are the only option.” Dazai nodded “You’re not a formal member and the bomber doesn’t know either of you at all.”
Before Dazai could move you were already rummaging through the boxes to grab newspapers. “Listen, you just need to distract him long enough for me to back you up. We got this alright?” you looked at Dazai for confirmation.
You took the words out of Dazai’s mouth but he just shrugged continuing the thought. “Yeah. How bout you put on an act. Make it depressing like you think you’re a real worthless human being. I know you can do it right?”
You handed Atsushi the newspapers but he still looked worried. Dazai dropped the smile whispering “Trust me, scuffles on this scale are child's play compared to what we normally deal with. You can handle this Atsushi.” He was quaking in his boots as he started his speech. Dazai looked at you and raised an eyebrow. You gave a pointed look at Kunikida “Since Atsushi looks around the same age as the guy it’s better for him to be the one to reason with him. Worst case scenario I’ll just run and throw myself on the bomb. I already don’t have any memories anyways” you don’t look at Dazai’s face you half expected him to make a double suicide offer. Atsushi got right in Junichiro’s face making the perfect opening for Kunikida. While everyone was distracted with relief you started to untie Naomi, ushering her to the other side of the room. By the time Dazai started messing with Kunikida you had already walked behind the desk ready to move the bomb to the far corner.
“Now you’ll pay. I swear anyone with supernatural powers is not totally right in the head.” Tanizaki declared pressing the detonator.
Once the bomb started ticking you were already in the corner. You turned crouching around the bomb “Thanks for last night, it was great we should do it again sometime!” You smiled fearlessly at Atsushi as he grabbed the bomb from your arms and pushed you away. Dazai caught you as you stumbled back. The bomb didn’t go off of course and you all stood around Atsushi. Dazai helped you to your feet asking if you were okay and you nodded.
“Geez you know I figured the kid was stupid but I didn’t expect them both to be suicidal.” Kunikida groaned while Dazai chimed “It seems I’m rubbing off on them. Wouldn’t you agree, Tanizaki?” The redhead peered around Kunikida’s side hesitantly “Sorry, are you okay?”
"Heee?"
You laughed at Atsushi’s confusion as it shifts to clear irritation. “I’m guessing that was the entrance exam?” you turned towards Dazai for confirmation as the president walked in.
“You’re exactly right.” Fukuzawa then explained the rest of the sentiment with Dazai’s plan to get you both into the agency. You leaned on the desk behind you waiting for Atsushi to come to terms with his decision. He was arguing with how violent the job is for him but you pointed out “Way too violent? I don’t think you can say that when you pried me off a bomb to protect everyone.”
He still needed more convincing but you stopped paying attention. Sitting in the closest chair you relaxed into the piece of furniture. Wasn’t your best but wasn’t your worst. Eventually you all went to the cafe downstairs. You got a hot chocolate not really being a fan of coffee and not feeling like tea. You were already tired but it was still only afternoon. You guys still had the whole day ahead of you.
Junichiro was apologizing to you both but you told him not to sweat it. You made the claim that at some point you realized that he and Naomi were siblings. Naomi didn't even need to be prompted to start molesting her brother. As the siblings did their thing Kunikida came up to talk with you both about upholding the agency’s good name. Meanwhile Dazai was doing the exact opposite by flirting with the hostess. That’s when Atsushi asked what they did before working at the agency.
“Take a guess. It’s a game we play a lot here actually. Newcomer tries to guess his colleagues' former occupations. Think of it as part of training to be a private investigator.”
Atsushi looked at you before you added “I’ve been pretty good at guessing games so far. I'll take my guesses once you get stumped.” You folded your hands behind your head giving him the lead. He hummed “I want to say Junichiro and Naomi were students?”
“Whoa you got it. Nice one.”
“How did you figure that one out?”
The siblings looked surprised but they really shouldn’t be. It was so obvious given their age and the fact that one of them was literally in a uniform. Why else would they only be part timers “Not half bad Atsushi. What about Mr. Kunikida?” The aforementioned blonde spat out his coffee. “Nobody cares about what I used to be alright!”
Atsushi tried to focus again “Hmm, an official? Did he have a government job?”
“Almost. What do you think (Y/N)?” Dazai gave you time to answer “It might be the glasses but “Mr. Kunikida” screams math teacher.”
“I could totally picture that actually.” Atsushi responded flatly. Kunikida was grumbling “It was another life. I don’t even want to think about it.”
“What about me then?” Dazai perked up in his chair.
“What did you do?”
“Yup my job.” Dazai smiled knowing he would have no way of guessing. Atsushi went on a rampage trying to guess it. You just sipped your coco waiting. Debating if it was a good idea to frazzle the brunette by letting him know but you wanted to see his face. Kunikida huffed, betting he didn't actually have an occupation before this.
“Not true, I would never lie about something like this. You've given up right?”
Junichiro’s phone went off, drawing everyone’s attention to the call. It was work, Higuchi to be exact. Dazai tried to wrap it up "Let’s save the guessing game-"
"Actually I would like to take my shot in the dark if it's all the same to everyone else. I only need one guess to be right." You interjected immediately. You made up your mind. This was happening. It's about to go down.
Dazai perked up cheerily like he had been for the past few minutes as you leaned in between him and Kunikida. You cupped your hand around his ear whispering “The demon prodigy and ex- port mafia executive himself, Osamu Dazai.” When you pulled away he fiend ignorance and kept up his usual comical persona “Ding ding ding we have a winner! Now let's go meet with our client shall we.” He stood up and started ushering everyone upstairs shooing Kunikida when he tried to ask questions “Wait just like that! I wanna know.” Atsushi followed after. As you passed Dazai he put his hand on your shoulder. The weight was feather light to the touch but had a more threatening presence than a simple hand should have. Had you not thought about your answer the moment you woke here you might have been shaken but your resolve stayed firm.
“What gave it away?” his voice was warm against your ear. You took a deep breath turning to stare at him and recited the line you practiced in your head. “Ability or not I can see it in your eyes.” you smiled before going after the others. That’s all you should say for now if you continue who knows what the consequences will be. You still had to come up with something to avoid being gunned down by Higuchi or worse killed by Akutagawa.
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You decided that while Higuchi was leading you to the alley you would start idle chit chat. If you could convince her that you had an ability, maybe she'd feel threatened? That sounded stupid. You could just use Atsushi as a meat shield. You're not picky. "Ichiyo, do you perhaps have someone dear to you who has obscure coughing fits. I apologize if I'm being forward." You skipped alongside her fast pace. Her face shifted for a second. She never gave you her first name. "I do, it must be allergy season right?" You could almost feel the sweat drop at the possibility of the mission being compromised.
You shook your head "If their name is Ryunosuke I'm afraid it's a lung disease. My ability is random foresight but never wrong. It's not my place to say but you should make sure he gets it looked at." You smiled innocently as she was taken aback. Once you got to the threshold of the alley she announced your arrival ignoring your comment. You made sure to stand behind Atsushi knowing she wouldn't risk it. Until Akutagawa showed up, standing behind Atsushi was a good strategy.
As Akutagawa was about to attack you held up your hand and he paused, unsure if you were about to use an ability he didn’t know about. Since you were so new to the agency there wasn't any information about your level of skill. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, not unless you want to make Dazai very angry." He tensed at the mention of his former mentor. "Oh? And why is that?" He pointed a tendril to your neck drawing the slightest bit of blood.
"Because I'm the woman he's going to commit a double suicide with." You smirk knowing he wouldn't dare touch what "belongs" to Dazai. You wonder if he could hear that through the wire. Hopefully you were far enough away from Higuchi. "Very well. Don't get in the way and I'll spare your life." You backed away and watched the show. Junichiro struggled to look back at you making an attempt to glare. As subtle as you could you tried to give him a reassuring look that it was part of a plan and not you being scum. Technically you were being scum but he should cut you some slack. You weren't a fighter.
When Dazai was finished resolving the issue he bounced over to you. "So you're the woman who will commit suicide with me?" He marveled at you with a twinkle in his eyes and sarcasm on his tongue. "I mean you never actually asked but if I get to pick the cause of death, I don't see why not" You had planned for this too. On top of that you were surprised at how long it took for you to be in contention. You must look younger than you were or you could just not be his type. Who knows really when it comes to Dazai.
His eyes widened and you weren’t sure if he thought you were being serious or if he was just playing it up "Of course! What did you have in mind?"
You giggled "Old age." He didn't look amused. "Har Har. You're so proud of yourself aren't you?" He helped Naomi on to your back as he tried to figure out how to carry the boys.
"Extremely."
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Emma x Draken: Love Story Part 2
First Real Conversation
Draken seemed to be a new constant at the Sano household. Almost as much as Baji or any of Shinichiro’s friends. Every time he came over, Emma was too nervous to talk to him. The moment she’d see him, she’d turn a bright shade of pink and run off to her room, thinking she just embarrassed herself. But today, she was finally going to talk to him without getting flustered and running away. Just as she was finishing up breakfast, she heard a knock on the door. She knew it had to be Draken. Mikey was still sleeping and grandpa and Shinichiro were already doing whatever they were doing. This would just leave her with Draken.
She fixed her hair up and opened the door with a smile. “Hi,” she said, starting to feel the heat rushing to her cheeks.
“Hi, is Mikey up yet?” he asked, looking at her confused.
“He’s still asleep. Do you want to come in and wait for him? I have food if you want any.”
“Umm…sure.”
Draken walked into the house. It was simple, not much decor, but it was a lot nicer than the brothel in Draken’s eyes. He could stop looking at her as she finished up preparing breakfast. She was just….cute, beautiful, angelic, so many things. He started to feel his heart speed up. He just wanted to spend more time with her, but he was one of the toughest and strongest kids in Tokyo. He couldn’t show a soft side. All of these thoughts were interrupted by a sweet voice, “so, where do you live?”
“Oh, I live in the red light district.”
“Wow, it must be exciting.”
“I guess. Nothing really interesting happens. It must be nice living out here. Seems pretty quiet.”
“It’s nice. Takes longer to get to shopping, but walking is good for you.”
“So…what type of stuff do you like?”
“I really like fortune telling and makeup and surprisingly enough housework. Oh and shopping!”
“Is there anything girly you don’t like?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Just asking geez.”
“Ok! Then what do you like?”
“I like tinkering on my Zephyr, fighting, hanging out with your brother.”
Draken wanted to add seeing her, but he has an act to keep up. Emma handed him some food.
“That’s nice to know. I’m just happy you’re a lot quieter and less rambunctious as Baji. I swear those two are going to destroy the house one day.”
“Yeah those two are interesting.”
“You can say that again.” The two laughed as a sleepy Mikey walked into the room. “You’re too loud for it being this early,” Mikey said as he scaled at the two. His hair was messy and he barely looked awake. He sat down and Emma served him. Draken got up and handed Emma his dishes
“Thank you for the meal,” he said, “I’ll be in the garage Mikey.”
He started to walk towards the door when he turned back around to Emma with a smile, “it was nice talking to you Emma.” Finally, he left and headed toward the garage. Emma’s cheeks started to turn a deep shade of pink. Little did she know, Draken’s were turning the exact same color at the moment.
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episode six part four
Theo picks me up and we head to dinner with his parents. I’m a little nervous but Theo seems to think they’ll love me.
Theo picked a new sushi restaurant that opened downtown. I’m always down for sushi, so I was pretty excited to try it myself. When we got to the restaurant, his mom and dad were already seated. Wow, Theo is the perfect mixture of his mom and dad. His mom is so pretty. His dad reminds me of an older version of him. We get to our table and his mom and dad greet me.
His mom immediately comments saying how pretty I am. His dad can’t believe I’m his girlfriend and jokes about me “pretending.” They seem like very laid-back people. I like them already.
Theo’s dad orders a bunch of sushi for the table. I’m very much okay with this because I love variety. We then started talking about school and our scores.
Umber (Theo’s Dad): So, I heard you got a very nice score young lady.
Dakota: Yeah, I’m pretty happy about it.
Juniper (Theo’s Mom): Theo scored really well too. He says you are part of the reason for it. We appreciate you pushing him to his fullest potential.
Dakota: Well, thank you, but it was mostly him. He’s very smart, he just second guesses himself from time to time.
Umber: Yes, he’s very smart. I mean you would have to be to get early acceptance into Foxbury, right?!
Wait, I’m confused? Early acceptance?
Dakota: Early acceptance…? As in you, Theo?
Juniper: Of course. Our boy got his letter in the mail today. We are so very proud of him.
I didn’t know that Theo had even applied yet. We had planned to apply to our chosen schools together….
I could tell from Theo’s face that he wasn’t expecting me to find out this way…. Or maybe he wasn’t expecting me to find out at all…
We finished dinner and then I said my goodbyes to his parents. It was nice meeting them; they are very good people. Theo and I go to the car and make our way home…...
Theo takes a detour and pulls into a nearby park that is close to my house. He parks the car and starts a conversation.
Theo: My parents liked you a lot.
Dakota: Yeah, I liked them too. They are very nice. Really fun….
There is an awkward silence for a few seconds…..
Theo: Okay, let’s talk about it.
Dakota: I thought we were applying to schools together. When did you apply to Foxbury?
Theo: I didn’t plan on applying. I still had plans to apply with you…
Dakota: But?
Theo: When my cousin came down here a few weeks ago to visit, his mom scheduled a tour for him to see the campus. My mom and I tagged along, and next thing I know my mom is talking me up to the admissions counselor.
Dakota: Well, congratulations on getting in…. I’m happy for you.
Theo: Babe…
Dakota: We should probably get to my house before my dad starts to worry.
Theo starts the car back up and we head back to my house. I really am happy for him. I just wish I could have experienced it with him….
Once we get back to my house, we go in and get ready for bed. My dad sometimes lets Theo stay over if he thinks it’s too late for him to drive. He of course sleeps on the couch and not in my room, but at least he gets to stay.
Theo: I don’t want you to go to bed upset with me…
Dakota: I’m not upset with you; just sad I didn’t get to experience it with you….
Dakota: I’ll be fine. It’s fine. Please don’t let me ruin your excitement. I know you’re very excited you got accepted.
Theo: How about tomorrow when we wake up, we grab breakfast and start your application process. I want to be there for every minute of it.
Dakota: I’d like that.
Theo: I love you, Dakota.
Holy shit. That’s the first time he’s said that… out loud.
Dakota: I love you too, Theo.
I want to believe he said it because he meant it and not because he was trying to change my mood… I hope he said it because he meant it…
We ended up watching tv in the living room until we both fell asleep. I’m sure my dad will be thrilled to wake up and see us sleep on the couch together. He’ll live.
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Won't You Be My Bodyguard? - Steve Rogers X Female (Celebrity) Reader
Title: Late Night Call
Steve Rogers X Female (Celebrity) Reader
Additional Characters: Stalker (Mentioned), Interviewer, and the Lady
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6 |
WC: 2,502
Warnings: Stalkers, cursing, embarrassment, slight angst, fluff, slight suggestiveness (blink you'll miss it), crying, and sharing a bed
Waking up bright and early, you made sure to get ready. You took a quick shower and did your hair before dressing in a simple pantsuit. You were going to be interviewed today and wanted to make sure you looked nice. After finishing your routine, you left your room to be pleasantly surprised once more with breakfast. It had been less than a week since Steve first cooked you breakfast, and the pictures from your stalker came. Since then, you and Steve had been binding pretty well.
You really liked Steve. He was very sweet. Every morning making you breakfast, even though he didn't have to. Watching movies, or playing board games with you. He was fun to talk to. Smart, witty, funny. On top of that, he was really protective, and you guess that was just part of his job. He was really good at being a fake boyfriend that you almost forgot is was fake in the first place.
After breakfast, Steve grabbed his keys and led you to his black SUV, opening the door for you. It was warm and sunny; a perfect day. As Steve drove, you looked out the window, watching as trees blurred and cars zoomed past.
"Did you sleep well last night?" Steve asked, glancing over at you, his brows furrowed.
"Hmmm... Yeah, I think so." You smiled, looking at the handsome man sitting next to you. "What about you?" You still felt guilty that he was sleeping on your couch.
Steve chuckled, "I slept amazing, darling," He spoke, bringing his hand up and gently rubbing your knee briefly before putting his hand back on the wheel.
'Damn, he was really good.' You thought.
Steve had even in the past couple of days taken in nicknaming you. You didn't know if he was doing if for the whole boyfriend thing or if he was genuine about it. No matter, the little nicknames he gave you made your heart race and your stomach erupt into butterflies so you didn't mind.
Pulling up at the place where you were going to get interviewed, Steve parked the car and got out first, opening your door for you and helping you out. You walked together into the building, Steve's hand ghosting your lower back as he subtly looked around the room.
"Ah, Miss L/N, come right this way." A lady spoke from a hallway. "We'll get you all set up."
As she began to lead you away, Steve tried to follow but she stopped him.
"Uh, sir, you can wait in the waiting room." She spoke but you interjected.
"Could he please come? He's my... Boyfriend." You spoke, blushing at how foreign the word was upon your tongue.
The lady sighed and nodded, before leading the two of you into where the interview was going to be held.
After they hooked up a mic to you and you got introduced to the interviewer, they began rolling the cameras.
"Hello, Y/N! Thank you for coming." The interviewer spoke, holding a small notebook in his hands as he smiled at you.
"Thank you for having me." You spoke, putting a smile on your face. "On your Instagram, you've posted about your new relationship. So, tell us about him. How long have you known each other? Who is your mystery boyfriend?" He asked, causing you to blush slightly at how forward the question was.
"Um..." You began, taking a quick glance at Steve from somewhere behind all the cameras, who gave you a small smile and nod. "We've known each other for a while. His name is Steve." You replied, hesitantly.
"Wow, it's been a whirlwind romance, huh?" The interviewer teased, earning a chuckle from you.
"Yeah, I guess." You hummed, blushing at how corny you sounded. "He's been amazing, I feel really lucky to have him. He's always there when I need him." You told him, crossing your legs.
"Sounds like a keeper to me." The interviewer spoke, before continuing, "You've said in the past that you wouldn't start dating or starting anything serious because of your job. What changed your mind?" He asked, prompting you to sigh a bit.
"Well, yes I do remember saying that." You laugh a little. "But, I think what changed was meeting Steve. After meeting him, he definitely swept me off my feet." You explained, Shrugging with another laugh.
"It sounds like you found the right guy for you." The interviewer spoke, which earned a small smile from you, before he continued. "What about marriage or children? I understand that you don't want to reveal any personal information but is there anything you can tell us?"
"I'm not thinking that far into the future at the moment." You shut down the question quickly. "I'd rather enjoy my present than worry about the past and future."
~~~
You sighed as Steve opened the condo door for you, kicking off your shoes you plopped down on the couch, slouching a bit. Steve bit his lip as he walked over, sitting beside you.
"You alright?" He asked and you nodded, shutting your eyes as you rubbed your face, exhausted.
"Yeah, just tired. Sorry." You apologized, resting your head against the back of the couch.
Steve brushed your hair out of your face, "Don't apologize. It's fine." He spoke, reaching up and pulling you closer to his side so you laid your head on his shoulder.
"Steve, I am sorry." You speak, sighing as he turns to look at you.
Steve tilts his head, "For what?"
"I didn't know they were going to ask about you. Well, I sort of did, but I didn't know they were going to ask questions about all of that." You explain, biting your lip slightly.
Steve furrows his brow, "I don't care what anyone says about me. I wouldn't let it bother you." He assures you. "Plus, this was going to happen eventually." He added.
"Yeah, I know."
Steve hummed, rubbing your arm as you rested your head on his chest, closing your eyes to rest. He was nice to you, and you couldn't help but feel safe and comfortable around him. He was so kind and patient with you, and had made the most delicious food. You never knew someone could cook so well.
When you woke, you were laying on the couch, a pillow under your head and a blanket covering you. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, slightly confused. Checking your phone on the coffee table; it was around seven pm. Looking around, Steve was nowhere to be found. Getting up, you walked around the condo. Steve wasn't in the bathroom, your room, nor the kitchen or closet. Your heart began to race as you wondered where he was. Anxiety fills your veins.
Suddenly, your phone rang from the living room and you quickly rushed to it. You picked it up and answered it with a smile on your face.
"Hello? Steve? Is that you?" You called through the phone, only to receive silence, your smile falling.
"Hello?" You tried again.
On the other line, you then heard heavy breathing, making your skin crawl. This wasn't Steve. You hang up the phone quickly, looking around, shaking. You quickly push your phone away and grabbed the blanket off the couch. Tears began to run down your cheeks as your breathing quickened. It was getting dark and that unnerved you even more as you quickly turned on the main light and huddled in the corner of your living room. Wrapping the blanket around you tightly, you tried to slow your breathing but you couldn't. Your mind was haunting you with the heavy breathing on the other line. You felt like there was someone in the room with you and it scared you.
You sit there, frozen, tears pouring down your cheeks as you try to calm yourself. You're shivering and your teeth are chattering. Suddenly, the condo door opened and Steve entered. He noticed you in the corner, crying, and quickly shut the door, dropping the groceries, and running to you.
"Y/N? Are you alright? What's wrong?" He asked, kneeling down in front of you.
Your lip quivered as you jumped into his arms, "You were gone. And I got a call and I thought it was you but it wasn't and all I could hear was heavy breathing." You sobbed as Steve held you close to him.
"Shhh, it's okay. I got you." He reassures you, rubbing your back soothingly. "Was it a stalker?" He asked, pulling back to look at you.
"I think so... But, I don't know for sure, 'cause I've never heard them talk before." You sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "Where were you?" You then asked.
"I went to the store. I got food for tonight and your favorite ice cream." Steve spoke, kissing your forehead as he pulled you into him, pressing his lips to your head.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here." He whispered, rocking you softly.
You sniffle and nod, "It's okay..." You whisper back, hugging him tight.
Steve then stood up with you, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm sorry I left without telling you, but I promise, I won't leave you alone anymore." He reassured you, wiping your tears away with the soft pads of his thumbs.
"Promise?" You whimpered.
You were terrified of being by yourself now, you didn't want to be alone.
"I promise." He spoke, "Do you want some ice cream?" He asked, and you nodded.
~~~
Grabbing the ice cream, Steve opened the seal and scooped three big scoops of your favorite ice cream into a big bowl. You watched next to him, your hand clenched around his shirt as he placed it on the table. Passing you a spoon, you grabbed it and the bowl, waiting for Steve to make his bowl before going to the couch together.
"What do you want to watch?" He asked, grabbing the remote and turning on the tv.
"Anything but scary movies." You spoke lightly, taking a spoonful of ice cream.
Steve laughed lightly, "Alright. Nothing scary."
"Thank you." You thanked him, eating more of your sweet treat.
Steve smiled and patted your leg, "You're welcome," He hummed, turning on a movie.
"You should eat too. It's melting" You called to him, pointing at the bowl of his own ice cream.
"It's alright, darling. I like my ice cream a bit melty." He spoke, making you smile a bit.
"You like it like a milkshake then?" You asked and Steve shrugged with a nod.
"Yeah, I never really thought of it like that, but yeah, like a milkshake." He hummed, chuckling as you took another bite.
You then sat the rest of your ice cream on the table, and Steve raised an eyebrow at you, you looked up at him and shrugged.
"I want a milkshake too."
Steve chuckled, wrapping his arm around you as the two of you paid attention to the movie in front of you.
"Wait... Is this the Bee Movie?"
"...Yes."
~~~
As the movie ended, both you and Steve yawned simultaneously.
"Wanna head to bed?" He asked and you nodded, but you didn't get up, anxiety filling you once more.
"You alright?" Steve asked, watching as you bit your lip.
You let out a weary sigh, fidgeting in your seat as you fumbled with your fingers in your lap. "Could you..." You began, before pausing.
You didn't want to be alone. Especially after that call. You felt like a kid who couldn't sleep without their parents. It was slightly embarrassing. You didn't even know if Steve would agree to it anyway. But, you continued your question.
"Could you... Stay with me? In my bed." You asked softly, before adding quickly, "For the night." You added, biting your lip nervously.
Steve perked up and looked at you, "If you want me too. And if that would make you feel safe." He told you, his voice gentle.
You smiled a bit, "That would be nice." You admitted shyly.
Steve nodded with a smile, taking your hand and leading you to your room. Steve sat on your bed, fiddling with his own hands as you left to get changed in the bathroom. You came out a few minutes later wearing a tank top and silk shorts, Steve stood up as you stepped out of the bathroom. He looked at you, smiling warmly as you approached.
"Uh, the bathroom's ready. What side do you want?" You asked, gesturing to the bed.
"Left. Thank you." He spoke before heading to the bathroom and shutting the door.
You let out a heavy yet shaky sigh, clenching your hands before heading to your bed and getting on your side. You nuzzled deep into your pillow, pulling the blanket over you as you curled up. You were still nervous, but you were a different type of nervous. You were beginning to regret asking Steve to sleep in the same bed as you.
The bathroom door opened and Steve walked out, wearing his tank top and sweats. Hesitantly, he walked over and sat down on the bed. You felt slightly better seeing that he was nervous too.
"Come on, I'm not going to bite. Neither is the bed." You mumble, as Steve let out a small laugh.
"Mind if I take this off?" He asked, pointing to his tank top, and you shook your head.
"Nah, whatever makes you comfortable." You reply, and in one swoop, Steve's tank top was neatly folded on the floor.
Steve then got under the covers, turning to you on his side, resting his hand under his head as he looked at you, and you, him.
"I see how it is, you gave me the less comfy pillows." He muttered softly, making you chuckle.
"Oh, so now you're complaining?" You teased and Steve rolled his eyes.
You snuggle deeper into the blankets, feeling warm and cozy as Steve sighs.
"Don't fall asleep." You warn him, but Steve just hums, his breath tickling your face from how close he was to you.
He looks back at you, his eyes half-closed. "Hard not to."
"Good night, Steve." You whispered back, closing your eyes.
"Good night, darling."
~~~
The sun through the closed blinds still made its way onto your face. Squinting your eyes slightly, you scooted closer to your pillow. Your nice, very warm, pillow with a heartbeat. Pillow with a heartbeat? You quickly opened your eyes, face to face with Steve's very nice chest. You then felt his strong, warm arm across your waist, the tips of a couple of his fingers under the hem of your tank top, warm against your cool skin. His legs intertwined in between yours, and his deep, steady breathing tickling your neck.
Well, this was one way to wake up. Knowing it was still pretty early out, you simply tried to calm your racing heart and shut your eyes, nuzzling back into Steve’s chest as you quickly fell back to sleep.
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⛓️ Thomas × reader [The Gift part9]
NSFW🚨 really nasty shit of the KINKIEST degree
Thomas Raggi/non-binary reader insert
° a local sex club hosts a regular event called Pup Night, which sounds perfect to you & thomas
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° commissioned by the absolute gem that is my nibling jace(@wow-ihateithere) 💋 thankyou for all the patience & support. most importantly thankyou for a truly filthy idea to have fun with [there are currently 2 fics in cue, secure your own spot in my priority list here]
° none of the lyrics included were written by me[x]
° [ITA:] caro: dear - amore: love
you got the green light, don't you hold back no more. Let's live our best life...
Usually you didn’t give targeted advertising much of your attention, scrolling past those banners without a second thought. But in the daze of jet lag (your body clock was messed up after another visit to America) you had been less critical and far more open to distractions.
That was how you had learned of ‘pup night’ at a nightclub in the city. You had heard of this club, but that had been in the pre-pandemic world, in your life before becoming Thomas’ partner. Before him, you never would have entertained the thought of going to that kind of club, your curiosity easily drowned out by your intimidating insecurities.
But when you followed the link off of a fetish gear website, the only thing that you had felt was intrigued. There hadn’t been any second-guessing to slow you down as you looked through the different theme nights that the club cycled through. So many of the options had gotten your heart pounding faster, the digital flyers earning an extended look from you.
Pup Night reigned over all others, ultimately leading you to the application form provided by the website. You sent it to your printer in the study.
The option of getting out of bed to collect these pages was quickly overruled by your boyfriend making getting up more difficult. In his sleep, he had rolled over, stretching out and invading your personal space, placing himself somewhat on top of you, rather than lying next to you. You hadn’t resisted the invitation to cuddle, placing your phone aside.
Waking up before him, you had taken the paper from the printing tray to look over as you started your day. You ate your cereal as you read over the many conditions of entry.
He surprised you, appearing in the lounge room not long after you had finished your breakfast. You had anticipated at least one hour on your own, creeping around and making a coffee as quietly as you could manage. You had planned to have a quick shower (he had a cheeky habit of taking the sound of running water as an invitation, exponentially extending every shower that he joined) before getting to your university work.
He joined you on the sofa, instantly pressing his body into the side of yours. He laid his head on your shoulder, his wild hair tickling at your uncovered neck. These were the little moments that you didn’t get when he was on tour. You put an arm around his shoulders, listening to his sleepy sighs.
“Isn’t it too early for homework, nerd?” He asked.
You took the time to reorganise the pages before speaking, letting him see the stylised header on the first page. “It isn’t homework.”
He rubbed at his eyes as he read the letters. “Our Sweet Spot, what is that and why do you need to apply, and is that my name?”
“Considering your behaviour, or should I say misbehaviour- the last time we went to a club, I thought I should look into different venues, venues that suit my slutty puppy a bit more. This is a sex club…” You said.
You felt him squirm a little in his seat as he let out an unconvincing laugh. “A what?”
“Yeah, a club where you wouldn’t be the only naughty boy trying to get his partner undressed.”
He lifted his head, looking at you with wide eyes. “So, we just go to this club and fuck in front of everyone?”
“No, not exactly.” You said. “It’s a club, not a theatre, so it’s not like people take turns on a stage, or whatever.” You raked your fingers through his soft hair, trying to tame the strands. “I’ve never been to a club like this either. But from what I could put together from the shit I’ve read-” You put your finger to his lips. “Call me a nerd again, and die. It seems to me that there’s one part of it that’s like a normal club, there’s the bar and a dance floor. But then there’s the semi-private room and a bunch of people can go in there to fool around, and do whatever they feel comfortable doing in front of these strangers.
“And there’s the private rooms.” You said, resting both hands at the back of his neck. “I guess it’s kind of like a hotel suite. You check in for a room with a bed and you get to decide who’s in there and any nastiness that happens is totally private. But there’s no way to know what it’s actually like unless we go there.”
“And we need an application to go there?” He asked.
“Oh yes, it’s kind of exclusive, you can’t just wander in from the street, RSVPing is mandatory.” You said. “They even have a membership program, but I figure we can’t jump into something like that blind.” You studied his face, your eyes scanning for those subtle, accidental tells that you had gotten to know during the course of your relationship. “Do you want to check this club out with me? ‘Cause it didn’t cost anything to get this form and honestly, I can chuck it in the trash right-...”
“No, no, no, don’t throw it away.” He said. “Of course I’d love to check it out with you. I just have no idea about places like that and- well, I’m a little caught off guard.” He held your gaze, his hazel eyes unwavering. “I hadn’t realised that this would be your scene.”
You had started to smile. “Yeah, I hadn’t realised either. But we’ve talked about showing off what a good li’l bottom bitch you are. And I was only inspired to go down this route after how much you misbehaved when we last went out.”
He squirmed in his seat. “But I thought- we put that whole thing to bed, didn’t we? You reprimanded me, I took my punishment, then I was forgiven, right? Did I misread that situation?”
“No, that is exactly what happened.” You said, pushing his hair off of his face. “But forgiving isn’t the same as forgetting. And I certainly haven’t forgotten how much fun you seemed to be having that night, you were having a whole lot of fun being cheeky and boundary-pushing when we were out in public.” He dropped his chin, slipping into this pouty-façade rather easily. “And now that I’ve found this club, it seems like I’ve found the perfect place to have some fun of my own, by owning you in public.
“But only if you want.” You said with an instant change to your tone of voice.
He nodded, looking up at you again. “Yeah, I do, I definitely do. But… well, what do I wear?”
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, caro. They have to approve our application first.” You pointed out, you resettled yourself on the sofa. You offered him one of the pages, reorganising the paperwork in your lap. “Here, you can read the conditions of entry.”
Instead of taking the piece of paper from you, he frowned at it. “I think it’s great that they’ve got this policy to keep the guests safe, that’s a fabulous practice, truly. But I’m gonna need a coffee before I can attempt reading this. Or three- three coffees before I read this. Do you want one?”
“Yes, please. But just one for me.” You said and he pecked you on the cheek as he got up.
He started to leave the room and you could hear him yawning as he responded. “Okay, if you’re sure.”
You moved down to the floor, finding a clear spot on the coffee table and lying the form down here. You were working your way through the remaining pages when he returned, setting a steaming mug down.
“So they need to know if you’ve ever been known by any other names…” You told him, pointing to a section that had been left blank.
“Like a screen-name?” He asked.
You rolled your eyes, raising your voice as he strolled out of the room. “No, like an alias, like something that you’ve introduced yourself as, or written down on some form anywhere.”
He carried his beat-up laptop back into the lounge room. “Chad Sexington.”
“Swear to God…” You huffed and looked back at the page. “I’m gonna write Jackass…”
“I don’t have any alias’.” He found a place on the coffee table for his laptop, sitting adjacent to you. “Should we come up with a cool one?”
“Uh-huh, I’ll put that right at the top of my list of priorities.” You said sarcastically.
After a pause, he looked away from the computer screen. “Would I be the only pup there? Is it a come as you are kind of vibe?”
“Oh fuck, I totally forgot to tell you the best part.” You said, frustrated at your momentary lapse, your sales pitch hadn’t been planned out well enough. “They have an event, like regularly, called Pup Night, specifically for puppy kinks. That’s how I found out about the club, and I don’t know if I’d say that it’s the only reason why I wanna go, but it’s definitely a big driving force of my interest. I figured that would be the ideal place to start.” You reached your hand across the tabletop for his. “We could go and get some inspiration for our own play. And if we like the club, we can check out the other non-kink specific nights.”
He laced his fingers through yours. “When is the next Pup Night?”
“Uhm…” You picked up your phone, finding the screenshot you had captured last night. You read the date out to him and a new expression came across his face, a sheepish kind of smile forming.
“I’ll be home that week.” He said of the date two weeks in the future.
“Oh, I know.” You said. “But there’s no guarantee that they’ll be done with our application by then. They said that it can take up to a month.”
“A month?” He repeated, eyebrows raised. “They’re super busy with half of Italy applying to get in. This is the place to be, huh?”
“Yeah, getting into your pants was easier than getting into this club.” You teased.
His mouth dropped open in exaggerated shock. “How dare you sully my good name like this. It wasn’t until our fifth date that we slept together. I don’t think that puts me in the category of easy.”
You just smiled. “You can keep telling yourself that you aren’t easy, baby.”
“Anyway, what should I wear?”
“Clearly you’ve gotta wear your collar-”
“Leash?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’d say that it’s the perfect occasion to bring the leash out. And then… Well, we’ve never tried to pair the chastity belt or the tail with clothing before. So the logistics of that- I think we would have to do some experimenting to figure out how that would work.” You said, the uncertainty showing through on your face. “I guess that’s the kind of thing we could Google to find-”
He was turning the laptop around, allowing you to see the screen. “I already did. It’s a whole lot of rubber thongs.”
Your eyes grew wide as you took in the sight of so much flesh, unable to keep yourself from giggling. “Oh, I don’t know if we’re that kinky. I’m gonna need more than one coffee before I can deal with that.”
… … …
“There is so much ass in here!” Thomas exclaimed over the bass-heavy music coming from the large speakers.
Unlike many of the other people in attendance for Pup Night, your boyfriend had decided against wearing a latex g-string. In the two weeks since sending in your application, he had been able to find an alternate option, something that still allowed him to wear the tail plug.
He was wearing a pair of glossy black vinyl pants - designed for kink with two-way zippers that extended to the very back of the pants. His curved tail poked out from his ass, with the zippers allowing him to hide everything else beneath the plastic material.
He was less covered up on his torso, wearing a mesh top with a black fabric strap running across his chest. This was accessorised with oversized safety pins, the whole look completed by his collar and leash - the end of this you held in your hand.
“You can say that again.” You said to him.
“Alright, there’s so much ass in here.”
You giggled a little. “Doesn’t it remind you of being at work?”
But this club made Måneskin, and every other part of your regular lives, look so very tame. Our Sweet Spot looked like any other nightclub from the outside - while on the inside everyone was taking advantage of the opportunity to fully embrace their kink side. They were relishing in this freedom, showing skin and playing with personas of their own creation.
You were used to your and Thomas’ expression of a puppy kink, and you were fascinated to see how others expressed this identity.
There was so much to see, you could hardly find a place for your eyes to rest. Because you wanted to see all of it, all of the different styles and colours of masks. You were paying attention to the wide variety of tails, so many more unique designs than what you had come across at Sexpo.
This large main room had a familiar floor plan - the dance floor was in the middle of the space, with a bar running along one of the walls. There were dedicated sitting areas with burgundy couches and armchairs for the patrons.
You and Thomas were headed for the bar when you were stalled by a couple crossing your path. One partner was holding the end of a leash and the one on the leash had their hands and knees down on the carpet. They crawled alongside their dom, who showed you a courtesy smile as they passed.
You shared a look with Thomas, the two of you silently acknowledging this extraordinary sight. You let him lead the way to the bar, keeping your hand in his as you got distracted by looking around again. Before you had reached the end of the cue, you had already spotted two more people navigating around the club on all fours.
Once at the front of the line, Thomas ordered your cocktail first. “On the menu there, you’ve got two prices. Is that for different sizes, like at Starbucks?”
“Actually, the lower price is for our members.” The bartender gently corrected.
He quickly looked at you, mouth agape. “Cheaper drinks for members?”
“Something to consider…” The bartender said with a knowing smile.
You appreciated when they didn’t instantly try to upsell you from two drinks to a yearly membership. Instead, they allowed you and Thomas room to breathe.
And that was true to the rest of the club. Despite all of the people in attendance, the area didn’t feel crowded. The only person to invade your personal space was your boyfriend.
You got your drinks and found a spot to stand off to the side. You faced him and raised your glass. “What should we toast to?”
He lifted his bottle of beer into the air, copying you. “New experiences?”
“Yes, here’s to new experiences.” You tapped your glass to the side of his bottle.
“You don’t have to join me in this…” He said as you had your first sip of the green cocktail. “But I would like to drink in celebration of how hot you look in that leather jacket.” He was smiling as he lifted the bottle up to his lips.
He stepped in closer, sliding an arm around your waist so that he could place his hand into the back pocket of your jeans. He was close enough that you could smell cigarettes and the styling products he had applied to his hair to keep it in the same state of rumpled all night.
“I can hardly believe that you aren’t taking advantage of all of that available space on the dance floor.” You told him.
It was something that he was known for - his energetic dancing with movements too big to be contained in small spaces, he needed room to go nuts and have fun. He got less enjoyment from crowded clubs, leaving dance floors if they got too full because he didn’t want to risk his fist-pumping injuring another.
“Maybe if they play a song that I know.” He said, providing you with another surprise. His knowledge of music was unmatched by anyone you had ever met - he had taught you about genres you had never before heard of. It didn’t matter the occasion, if he was asked to put a song on, he always came through with the perfect choice.
You hadn’t recognised any of the dance music that had been playing in the twenty minutes since arriving. But you assumed this was only an issue for you. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. I’ve been trying to suss out where the DJ booth is and I think they don’t have one. So maybe this is just some really obscure Spotify playlist.” He said. “Think about it, who is coming here to see a kick-ass DJ set? It’s not about playing the hottest tracks. No, this music is just a soundtrack for grinding.”
You hadn’t considered it like that before - now you looked over the dance floor in a new way. You couldn’t deny that his enthusiastic jigging would have him sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the other patrons. Nobody was showing off their voguing skills, nor was anybody jumping around with the ecstasy of getting to hear their favourite song.
You realised that the music was inconsequential. It didn’t matter what the lyrics were saying (you couldn’t quite figure out if the few words were being sung in Italian, or English, or something else), so long as the horny people had a beat that they could move their bodies to.
“That’s a very eloquent way to put it, caro.” You complimented.
“So, do you wanna?” He asked, eyebrows raised as he nodded to the direction of the dance floor.
“Hm?”
“Is the music providing you with any kind of inspiration?”
You smiled knowingly and shortened his leash by winding more of it around your fist. “Are you looking to get your grind on?”
“Yeah, can I entice you into that?”
“Sure thing, honey.”
He led you to an available spot on the dance floor, bobbing his head to the beat. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t heard this song before, he could quickly get into the rhythm and he turned to you with a smile.
There was no reason to hold back, you stepped forward to place one of your feet between where his were planted and you pushed your body into his. This wasn’t like when you went out in a group of friends, having to hold back because of a sense of modesty and understanding that public displays of affection were usually frowned upon.
It also wasn’t the same as getting a night out for just the two of you, wherein there was an underlying threat of someone recognising him. If anyone in here thought that his face looked familiar, they wouldn’t have the opportunity to record any of the nastiness you shared. The club had a condition of entry for phones to be checked at the cloakroom, no one could be photographed. There were no consequences that could come from this night, your boyfriend could enjoy the freedoms of anonymity - an indulgence that was getting rarer with seemingly every passing week.
You could grind your hips on his and let your hands wander without worrying about what someone else might think of you. Everyone around you was far too preoccupied to pay attention to you.
You let the music take up only a fraction of your focus as you continued to behave like a tourist, taking in all of the brand new sights with great curiosity. Amongst the many kissing couples, you saw riding crops striking asses. You saw someone with a gag strapped to their face, in the place of the typical ball, a bright red bone kept their lips parted. A lot of people had chosen to cover their nipples with tape, as opposed to putting a shirt on, their exposed breasts decorated with glitters and eye-catching jewels.
Everywhere that you happened to look served as a reminder that this wasn’t a regular bar, served as an invitation to indulge in what you usually kept strictly in the bedroom. It was all as lustful as you had hoped.
Thomas was looking around as well, giving you an insight of what he was thinking when he leaned in closer to ask you a question. “How sweaty do you think those hoods are?”
You followed his line of sight to where a masked individual was dancing. Their entire head was covered by a leather hood, with only their eyes showing, their identity had disappeared behind the protruding dog’s snout. The accessory was completed by the pair of ears on either side of the head.
“Extremely sweaty.” You said. “But you don’t have to worry because I would literally never put you in anything like that.” He looked away from the black and red mask. “I wouldn’t even dream of covering up this beautiful face.” He smiled as he raised his bottle for a sip of beer. “Why would I deprive myself like that?
“Because then I wouldn’t be able to do this…” You gave him a kiss on the cheek, keeping the contact quick in the effort of avoiding any transference of the dark lipstick you wore. “Or this…” You kissed his other cheek. “And where would I be if I couldn’t do this?”
The next kiss went to the tip of his nose, which brought a wide grin to his face. You felt the arm that he had been holding around your waist tighten. You didn’t resist or instruct him to slow down, instead you just enjoyed how his body felt on yours - the rhythm your hips worked at was beginning to give you ideas.
“And how could I pass up an opportunity to do this?” You asked before kissing him on the lips. You could have given more (that was a very tempting thought), but you made it chaste, keeping the moisture to a minimum. When you pulled back, you saw him take a moment before opening his eyes. “Don’t worry, I didn’t get any of my lipstick on you.”
“Why would I be worried about that?” He asked as you downed the last mouthful of your Midori cocktail. “You can get your lipstick all over me, I think that would look great. I would love that.”
“Yeah, I bet you would.” You said, draping your arms around his neck. “But I’m not about to ruin my makeup less than an hour into the night.”
“So it’s a timing kind of thing, I have to wait until it gets past a certain time to be able to kiss you?”
You grinned at him. “Yep, let’s say that’s what it is.”
“When can I kiss you?”
“Oh, I’m not gonna just tell you, lover.”
You put an end to any further discussion of this by spinning yourself around. With your back to him, you popped your ass out, driving this against his crotch. You slightly relaxed your hold on his leash, letting the chain hang down the front of your body with the handle looped around one of your wrists. You rolled your hips back, timing your movements to the quick beat, until you felt him moving with you again.
His arm went around your middle again, his hand firmly pressed to your stomach. You were finding that the colourful and shiny crowd were posing less of a distraction, you were just concentrating on this intimate embrace with your boyfriend. You felt free to explore more, absolutely thrilled by the fact that you didn’t need to stop anytime soon.
You wondered if he knew how sexy he was when being teased. There was something about it that shifted the dynamic between the two of you and it made your heart pump faster.
It sounded to you that the electronic beats were getting quicker, seeming to be building to that moment when the bass dropped for the song to come to an exciting conclusion. Bending your knees, you started to slide down his front, letting your butt rub against him as you went.
There was a look in his eyes - one that you were very familiar with. It was the same look that he gave you when you had just finished tying a knot in the shibari rope. Or when you got out the bottle of lube.
You placed your hand on his leg, beginning to trail it upwards. Before you could get too high, you were distracted by a multi-coloured flashing coming into your peripheral vision. You turned your head, discovering the source to be LED lights embedded in the caster wheels of someone’s wheelchair. As you watched them wheel past, you noticed the two neon leashes they had in one hand, they were going in different directions. One was tethered to a pup who was leading the way, the other secured to the person pushing the chair.
The bright trio made their way over to an elevator, which you had taken for granted upon first spotting it. Now, with one hand wrapped around the back of Thomas’ knee, you noticed a wall-mounted directory beside the buttons. From your current vantage point, the words were too small to be read. But you wanted to know what they said.
You wondered what you were missing out on. You needed to follow through with your plan to see as much as you could in this adventure.
You stood up, pulling on Thomas’ leash until his face was almost touching yours. “I wanna go upstairs. Are you ready to come with me?”
“Upstairs?” He repeated, casting his eyes up as if expecting to see a mezzanine overlooking this area. But the only thing to be seen was the wallpapered roof. “I totally didn’t realise there were other floors.”
“Well there are and I don’t know what’s up there, but I wanna find out.” You said.
“Sex. That’s what’s going on up there, the sexy times.”
“Right. Do you wanna check it out with me?”
His mouth opened, but he didn’t say anything at first. He scratched his cheek as his eyes went over to the mechanical doors, then he looked at you and back again, seeming to need extra time to find his words. “I- yeah, I do want- yeah, well we can… ahem…”
You put your hands on his cheeks, getting him to look into your eyes. “Tom, we don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. The whole point of coming here was to have fun and we can experiment within what we’re comfortable with. I brought you here to arouse you, not make you cringe.” He nodded as he listened. “I’m having fun dancing, we can keep dancing.”
He put his hands over yours, wrapping his fingers around them. “No, I want to go and I think that we should.” It felt like he was squeezing a bit tighter than usual. “But I’m just- I don’t know how I’m gonna react and I’m worried that it’ll- what if it’s embarrassing?”
You linked your fingers with his, silently taking in this moment and letting him squirm because that was what he felt he needed to do. You understood that he was only allowing you to see this vulnerable side because he felt safe with you. And you had to show him that you could rise to this occasion - just as he had done for you so many times.
“Embarrassing for who?” You asked. “I don’t know how I’m gonna react either. But we won’t know unless we try.”
He took a deep breath. “That is true. And we’re just trying it…”
“Exactly. We can just walk in and do a lap and leave if it’s not okay. Or we can sit, we can sit far away from everyone else.” You said, you let go of one of his hands and started to turn your body in the direction of the elevator. “We can hold hands the whole time. And nothing else, nothing unless you want to.”
He started to walk with you. “We can use the traffic light system.”
“Yes, we definitely will use that. Good puppy.”
There was a worker standing by the elevator's control panel, they looked friendly as you approached. Before you could begin to read the directory, they were showing you their open palm, getting you to slow down. “Sorry guys, no alcohol past here.”
“Well I’m done anyways…” You added your empty cup to the tray positioned on a shelf beside the worker.
Thomas held his bottle up to eye-level, considering the liquid left and shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah, that’s about half.”
He placed the bottle to his lips and threw his head back. Without pausing, he swallowed down the remaining beer in a series of greedy gulps. You watched, wondering how much this quick intake of alcohol would affect him as the night unfolded.
Once the beer was gone, he placed the bottle into the provided tray. He was out of breath but he smiled. “Ready to rock ‘n’ roll.”
There were four levels that made up Our Sweet Spot - the parking lot beneath where you currently stood and two upper floors described by a single word each.
Public.
Private.
You pressed the button, holding Thomas’ hand. The doors started to slide open and the worker nodded to you. “Enjoy the rest of your night, guys.”
It was just the two of you in the elevator.
“I think it’s good that the sexy rooms are upstairs, instead of down.” He remarked as you began to travel upwards. “It breaks that cliché of a sex dungeon.”
“Yeah, I hate it when I go to a sex club and all that I see are clichés.” You said, making him laugh.
The doors opened to this new floor and he took the first step forward, with you hurrying into motion again. You had no idea what to expect.
This large room wasn’t very well lit - you supposed the dim lighting and the shadows were to create a mysteriously sexy atmosphere.
At first it didn’t seem so different to where you had just been. The music was quieter, but still present. The way that you could hear people talking and laughing together kept you from separating from the feeling that you were just in a club.
But as you took some more (slow) steps into the room, the change in environment began to properly dawn on you. Instead of having a dance floor, this area was filled with more burgundy sofas and other comfortable-looking seats. Everyone was sitting, either in pairs, or in some sort of group.
Unlike when you were downstairs, you were no longer interested in what these patrons were wearing. Seeing someone having their dick sucked quickly got your attention off of cool body harnesses. Your grip on your boyfriend’s hand intensified and you followed your first reflex, which dictated that you look away.
But looking in another direction only resulted in you seeing a different variation of someone giving head. A fellow club-goer had a partner sitting between their parted knees, who was performing cunnilingus. This time, with slightly less shock in your reaction, you decided to keep looking. You watched how the receiver was biting their lip and gently playing with their lover’s hair. It seemed sweet, and authentic, not done for the enjoyment of any kind of audience.
“We should find a seat.” Thomas told you. As you nodded your head, you wondered if his tone sounded more tense now, or were you projecting?
There was a walkway that wound through the groups of seats and he led the way. Nobody was noticing the two of you, they were all entirely absorbed in their own interactions - from sharing passionate kisses, to giving a hand job or grinding on a partner’s lap.
Against the wall, he found an unoccupied sofa. There was a couple making out in the seat beside you and directly opposite to you another couple were stretched all over a couch. They were lying down, spooning and kissing in a way that reminded you of movie night at home.
As you got settled on the sofa, you placed your hand on Thomas’ knee. “What colour is your light?”
It took a moment for him to move his eyes off of a person bent over the arm of a nearby chair, having their bare butt spanked. “Green.” He told you.
“Me too.” You said, playing with the length of his leash.
He shuffled in closer, pressing the side of his body to yours, until you could feel his body heat through your clothes. You pulled your arms free of the jacket, placing it behind you before returning your hand to his knee. He took advantage of this change, placing his fingers to your wrist. With both hands, he slowly moved up, exploring the skin left exposed by your tank top.
You started to look around the room, taking in all of the intimacy on display. Removing your jacket hadn’t allowed you to cool down much as you spent longer staring at each explicit act.
You watched a couple where one person was vigorously sucking on their partner’s fingers as they were offered. They pumped their fingers quickly, wearing a satisfied smile as they watched their sub maintain suction.
You reached your hand up, pushing it into Thomas’ hair because you needed something to keep your own fingers busy, something other than shoving three of them into his mouth because it was getting difficult to think of anything else. You were suddenly filled with memories, able to clearly recall how he had looked when you had given him your fingers to suck. Always when you were in the throes of passion, with his eyes looking a little dazed, as he rode that edge of bliss. This action had been required when you had overnight guests in your home because he couldn’t be counted on to come quietly.
You didn’t let these memories merely pass you by - you indulged them, unpacked them. Soon you were thinking about the things you did that made it impossible for him to stay silent, all while watching this pair of strangers enjoy their oral fixation. Your blood was pumping through your body faster as you made a mental list of the many ways you could make him want to be very loud.
Making him beg to have his cock released from the chastity cage. Using a vibrator in his ass to get the most deliriously happy orgasm from him. Hitting his perfect ass until he was yelping. Licking him until he was a needy, whimpering mess.
His fingers finished their journey up your arm, loosely holding onto your bicep and he kissed you on the exposed part of your shoulder. You felt a little out of breath as you turned your head to look at him.
There were no words that you wanted to share, instead you kissed him. You held no consideration for the transfer of your lipstick, not now that your brain was overflowing with depraved thoughts. It had an intoxicating effect when combined with the sensuality all around you.
You sucked his top lip into your mouth as you readjusted how you were holding onto him. You wrapped one arm around his back, placing this hand amongst his hair. Your other hand went to just above his knee.
He was smiling as you separated, he kept his eyes on you. “It’s time to kiss you now?”
“Yes, it is.” You said, stroking your fingers through his hair. “Good things come to those who wait, honey.”
He licked his lips and placed a hand to your cheek, using this to draw you in for more kisses. You were tasting beer as you moved your hand higher onto his thigh, squeezing a little.
As his tongue teased your lips apart, you trailed your other hand to the nape of his neck. You let the tips of your fingers play across the skin above his collar. You were tapping into each other’s bodies, with you rubbing his neck while his tongue rubbed at the roof of your mouth. You drew patterns across his skin, enjoying the feel of his reactions.
The kiss was broken and he leaned in closer with a shiver. He placed his mouth next to your ear. “You give me tingles when you touch my neck like that…”
You didn’t remove your hand, just smiling. “Really?”
“Yeah. It’s like tingles all the way down my spine, the feeling is totally irresistible…”
“Really?” You repeated, leaning in closer to him. “Just from my hand?” You were bowing your head down. “But what if I…?”
You placed your fingers under his chin, gently easing his head back. Then you filled in this available space with your face, and kissed him on the neck.
This time he didn’t shiver. He let out a dreamy sigh and lifted his leg, draping it across your lap. You tightened your arm around him, applying chaste kisses on his throat - some of them left lipstick prints, almost like you wanted to mark your territory.
As you were working, your eyelids fluttered open. Beyond his body, you noticed the couple in the armchair next to you. They had changed their positions, no longer just kissing. Now you were seeing a blow job being performed. You curiously watched the technique of the giver as you continued to kiss Thomas’ throat.
You kept checking the progress of the fellatio as you started to suck on Thomas’ skin a little. Your goal wasn’t to leave hickeys, you simply had to do more, you needed the next level. You slipped your hand down from his neck, onto his chest. You caressed and groped him over his mesh shirt, prompting him to arch his back, looking to get even closer to your body.
You sat up, keeping your eyes on the blow job. “How badly are you wishing I would do something like that to you?”
He followed your line of sight, putting an arm around your waist as he looked at your neighbours. You continued to stroke his chest, watching the blow job with him.
But he looked away before orgasm could be reached. His interest moved elsewhere and he nodded his head to the lounge directly opposite you. You turned to where the cuddling couple had been lying earlier.
It was the same couple as before, but their spooning had grown more intense. The person lying in front had the hand of their partner buried into their shorts. You saw the crotch of their pants bulging, the material twitching and dancing to a frantic rhythm. You licked your lips, your eyes growing wide as you watched what were familiar movements.
“Actually, I’d rather do something like that to you.” Thomas said of the fingering.
It felt like the two of you were looking through a living and breathing catalogue. You could peruse the many sexual acts as effortlessly as you could flick through the pages of a catalogue, reviewing it all until you found the thing that jumped to the top of your wishlist.
You looked at him, feeling how your heart had started fluttering. You followed the line of his jaw with your fingertips. “Should we head home and take care of that impulse you’re having?”
“Home?” He repeated, a quizzical look on his face. “We’re gonna leave the sex club to go and have sex?”
“Well I didn’t want to just assume…”
“I think we should check out the private suites, don’t you? In the spirit of experimenting and just trying things out, right?”
You smiled and nodded your head, pleased to see that he had seemingly found his footing in this environment. “Right.”
Without hesitation, he got to his feet. He grabbed your jacket in one hand, before offering to help you up with the other. You were filled with excitement, ready to share all of the horny thoughts that had been building up in your mind.
You placed the loop at the end of his leash around your wrist and followed his steps to the elevator. You admired as much as there was to see on your way out. Someone was performing an impromptu striptease for a couch full of people, the puppy hood remaining on their head as everything else was being shed.
You and Thomas stepped into the empty elevator, then you pressed the button to take you up to the next floor. He smiled at you as you placed an arm around his waist. You rubbed your hand across the small of his back before reaching down lower, until you could wrap your hand around his temporary tail.
He drew in a quick inhale, seeming to be able to predict what you were planning to do. And he didn’t try to stop you, just biting into his lip when you found the plug’s hidden button. It offered less options than the Bluetooth-connected control panel on your phone, but it vibrated and that was all you really needed.
Under the elevator lights, you could see how the look in his eyes had changed as you leaned in closer. As you kissed him, you took your hand off of the tail, the lowest setting of vibrations would be enough for right now.
The doors slid open to a much quieter room, but with equally dim lighting. Walking out of the elevator you saw the tall check-in desk on the right. This was the main feature of the room, which quickly became a corridor. You felt less like you were in a night club, now you were being reminded of visiting a hotel.
The clerk behind the counter showed you a bright smile (far happier and more polite than any hotel worker you had ever come across in all of your travelling). “Hey guys, how can I help?”
“Are there any rooms available?” You asked.
“Indeed there are. Can I just get your names to check in our database?” They asked and you provided both hands as Thomas quietly stood half a step behind you, keeping his eyes down. “Here’s your access card.” They gestured to the hallway full of shut doors. “You’ll be in suite thirteen. If you run into issues, we have a comm’s system and you can hit the button to get through to our staff and they will come to help you straight away. Condoms are provided and we have both latex and non-latex in case you have any allergies. Play safely and we hope you enjoy the rest of your night here.”
“Thanks so much.” You said.
The hallway had better lighting, and you led the way past the other numbered doors. Your suite sat somewhere in the middle, with more doors running along the corridor, exceeding number thirteen.
The key-card unlocked the door and you stepped in, Thomas close behind you. It was a straight- forward room, the only piece of furniture was a large, four poster bed, covered with white sheets. He shut the door and you let go of his leash, walking forward to get a proper look at the space. There were some shelves mounted on the wall beside the bed and you recognised the row of candles lined across the top as fakes, the light coming from an LED light, programmed to flicker. The phrase ‘play safely’ echoed in your mind, and you saw the multiple packs of condoms on the next shelf.
“I swear to God, our bedroom has never smelled this clean.” He said, crossing the floor. He peaked through an open door, opposite to where you had entered. “Oh cool, we’ve got our own crapper.”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “Don’t say crapper right now, caro.”
He turned to face where you had sat down on the mattress. “No?”
“No- sure, it’s good to know there’s a toilet in here. But this is the time when we should be having dirty talk, not gross-out talk.”
“My bad.” He said with a sheepish smile. “What kind of dirty talk?”
“I wanna hear how you’re feeling.” You said as he joined you on the mattress, needing to take extra precautions when it came to sitting down with the plug in his ass. “I wanna know what you’re thinking.”
“I’m not gonna lie to you- I’m not thinking a lot of thoughts right now.” He said and you cupped his face in your hands. “But I feel pretty great.”
“Do you think that’s because of the buzz from the beer and the buzzing your plug is doing?” You asked.
He licked his lips. “Partially. But it’s mostly because I’m glad that it’s just you and me again.”
“Me too.” You said, smiling as you leaned in to kiss him. “So, you truly aren’t wishing you were having your cock sucked like that guy in the other room?”
“It’s not that I would turn a blow job down.” He said. “In fact, the day that I refuse a blow job, is the day you need to call the paramedics because I would be dying, or I might already be dead.” You laughed. “Truly, I’m still thinking about touching you, feeling you and finding out how you’re feeling, how all of this has been affecting you.”
You allowed him a few more kisses before pulling back a little. “That’s not what I’m thinking. Because, do you see these bed posts?” He glanced at the bed frame. “They’re giving me ideas…” You started to unbuckle your leather belt. “The last time we had a proper play session, you were only allowed to use your hands…” You pulled the belt free from the loops of your ripped jeans. “How do you feel about doing the opposite?”
There was a sparkle in his eyes as he looked back at you. “Do you want to tie my hands to this bed?”
“I would love to do that, if it’s okay with you. Obviously it wouldn’t be as fancy as what I could do with the supplies we’ve got at home. But I still think we could have a lot of fun.” You said.
He grinned, sitting up on his knees, clearly ready to move as you dictated. “Alright, let’s have some fun, babe.”
“Wrists.”
But he hesitated, stopping himself before extending his arms to you. “Did you want me to take my clothes off first?”
“Nope.” You said simply. You held your belt in one hand, reaching around him with the other. You gently took the tail in your hand and his body visibly quivered when you set the vibrations to the next level of intensity. “With these pants, that’s not necessary. And I wouldn’t want to get you out of this outfit, not yet. ‘Cause I love you like this.”
You ran your hand up from the nape of his neck, to the back of his head, able to bring him in closer like this. You heard him take in a quick, excited breath when you kissed him, before he melted into it. You could feel the hunger in how he kissed you back, his tongue moving forward to meet yours. He started to lean his body weight into yours, placing a hand tenderly to your cheek.
But you resumed your position of power by putting both hands on his shoulders. You used this to guide him, moving him back, until he was laid out on the bed.
He started to stretch his arms up, above his head. On your knees, you moved over, closer to the corner post you had chosen for him to get tethered to. He put his wrists together and you checked that there weren’t any twists in the belt.
“The way that you look tonight, I am absolutely obsessed.” You said, lining the middle of the belt up under his wrists. “You’re the best, sexiest, most gorgeous puppy in this place.”
He looked up at you as you wrapped the leather strap around his wrists. “I don’t know if I’d say the best.”
“That’s fine, I wasn’t asking your opinion.”
“I just think there are people here who look far more impressive. Like, they are turning actual looks. They put a lot of money into their fetish gear. And the dedication to put on a full bodysuit of latex, or wearing a mask that covers your whole head for the whole night? I doubt I could ever do that…”
You started to manipulate the end of the belt into a knot against the bed’s post. “And you don’t need to. It doesn’t matter what other accessories any of those pups’ have, there is literally nothing that I would add to your outfit, ‘cause nothing needs to be added.” You sat back once he was attached to the bedframe. As you looked at him, you stroked your hand across his forehead. “Looking at you right now, I’m seeing the perfect bottom bitch.”
This brought a small smile to his face. “Your bottom bitch.”
“That’s right. Now, are your hands and arms comfortable like this?” You asked.
His response was immediate. “Yes.”
“Can you tell me a colour?” You asked.
He met your eyes and he looked so determined, putting his full confidence into the word as he said it. “Green.”
You smiled and swooped down to give him a quick kiss, standing up before things could escalate. “Good. ‘Cause I’m about to make you feel like the best pup.”
His eyes remained on you, watching as you went over to the shelves. Amongst what was on offer, you spotted the brand of condoms that you regularly bought. You plucked one out of the box, placing it on the bed before beginning to take your boots off. You weren’t concerned with getting fully naked, but you knew that skinny-fit jeans wouldn’t be conducive to the things you were planning to do.
Once your pants and underwear were gone, you returned to the bed, mounting your boyfriend, sitting on the top of his thighs. He looked at you, his eyes bigger than before, his excitement clear. The vinyl material of his pants was hot, sticking to the insides of your legs.
You undid the button, then grabbed the zipper tab, pulling it down until you could see his black underwear. You moved the waistband down, making room for you to reach your hand inside. He bit into his bottom lip as you wrapped your fingers around his cock, pulling his boner free.
You picked up the single condom and his breath started to come in quicker as you covered his erection with latex. Once it was on, your eyes flashed up to his face and you saw him watching, his lips parted now. He was waiting, concentrating with such intensity that you could tell he was no longer thinking of anyone else in this building - not to compare outfits, not to picture certain acts.
You rocked yourself forward and tightened your legs around him. You lined your crotch up with his, using your hand to guide his cock between your labia majora, pointing directly to the ceiling for the moment. You felt warmth bloom throughout your body at this pressure now resting against your clit, beginning to invite in sensitivities as you felt your body differently to how you had been inhabiting it all night.
The smile on your face grew when you leaned forward, indulging in more pressure on your clit as you reached down. Your thumb went back to the control button on his tail, this time you increased the vibrations by two levels. You felt his body grow more rigid beneath you in response. And with an arch of his back, his shaft was pressed more firmly against your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut as you listened to him give a little whimper.
You straightened up and lifted yourself a bit, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. You moved forward again, until you were in the right spot to push his tip inside. You lowered yourself, more of his shaft disappearing into you. You gasped as he writhed between your clenched thighs.
That triumph of pleasure was blossoming in you, your excitements no longer contained. You jerked your hips forward, feeling a greater stretch around him.
“Best puppy ever.” You purred.
He pushed back against your thrusts, as you grinded down with all of your body weight, increasing the impact of every collision. You grabbed for his leash, wrapping it around your fist as you sought for the perfect pacing.
“Me first.” You said, making sure the authority in your voice was clear. “Are you gonna wait for your turn to come, puppy?”
“Yes, yes, yes, I will.” He whined.
You stroked your pussy up-and-down his cock, your walls beginning to clench as you aimed to conclude each thrust with your hips pressed to his. He kept his eyes shut, concentrating on the movements as he allowed you to work his body over as you desired.
Your sensitivities grew and you started to gain speed as more of your body responded to these heavenly sensations. Looking down at him in his current state made you go even faster as he inspired a greater need within you. You tightened your grip on the leash, eliminating any unnecessary slack in the length of chain.
Everything was feeding into your arousal as your walls uncontrollably clenched around him. He was struggling for breath and there was a sheen of sweat on his face as he kept rutting up into you.
You were both recklessly pursuing that climax, with him wearing the effects of your lust already, his pale skin had been dirtied with smears of your dark lipstick. You leaned a little further forward, getting closer to watch his reactions to your energetic rocking. In this moment he was (in every possible sense) yours and that knowledge made your heart swell in your chest. It also made you want to take everything you could from him, using his body to fulfil the needs that wouldn’t exist without him.
You had shifted into a frenzied pace, your body growing tenser as the time for recovery between thrusts rapidly shrank. The chain rattled, a musical tinkling as all of your power went into your hips jolting.
“Yes, slut.” You hissed, beginning to lose yourself in the perfect tempo your bodies were sharing. “Give it to me, juh-just like that.”
You kept your hips in motion as you sought his tail out with your shaking hand. You turned the vibrations up another notch, rewarded by hearing a choked sob from him.
You watched him, leaning in close to him as you started to feel the climax dawning upon you. You were filled with awe at the sight of your entirely perfect puppy.
The orgasm arrived, immediately making all of the muscles in your body melt. You were overwhelmed by the glory of this pleasure, moaning loudly as you experienced only bliss.
His voice broke as he murmured words of encouragement, keeping you as his main focus. He didn’t seem to be able to keep himself still in this moment, writhing and giving little bucks from under you. All of which prevented you from fully coming down from your orgasm, he was making you feel as if your nerves were charged with electrical currents.
You threw your head back with a gasp, seeing that slightly-dazed look in his eyes as he looked at you. You couldn’t help yourself, turning the vibrations up, to the sounds of his wordless whines. Then you were looking at the whites of his eyes, until his eyelids fluttered shut.
You hadn’t been keeping track of how many times you had pressed the button on his tail, meaning that he might be struggling to maintain his composure through the most intense vibrations.
You sat up, watching how rapidly his chest was rising-and-falling. You could tell that he was right on the edge of falling apart. You slowed how you were rocking your hips into him, but you weren’t very interested in going easy on him yet - not while you were too excited to come down from your peak.
You secured even more thrilling heights of pleasure by slapping your fingers against your pussy, colliding with your clitoris. You were both left reeling from this and it would have been impossible to judge who had shouted louder. You saw fireworks popping in front of your eyes as your cunt squeezed harder on him.
You were stunned, hardly recovered from the first full-body quake before striking your clit again. The stinging was immediately over-ridden by satisfaction and you were inspired to keep going, leaving your boyfriend to wail. His legs spasmed as he was rocked to his core, the limbs flailing restlessly.
“Fuck, fuck.” He burst out.
You watched him squirming and you counted this orgasm as just for you. It was intensely personal, with a complete disregard of how many other bodies had been fucked on this bed.
You slapped your cunt a few more times, until the squeeze on his dick was too much and he became ruined by the climax. He arched his back into you, his face scrunched up in the effort. He shouted through another crack in his voice, then groaned, going limp.
You moved off of him immediately - to finally get your chance to start coming down. You could feel the adrenaline starting to leave your body as you removed the belt from around his wrists. You grabbed his knee and tugged on it until he rolled onto his side, allowing you to grab the tail. You turned the vibrations off before taking the plug out, listening to his laboured breaths.
You collapsed onto the bed next to him, shutting your eyes at once. You lifted your arm when you felt him moving in closer and he laid his head on your flattened chest.
“I love you, amore.” He said in a husky voice.
You smiled, still enjoying the after effects of so much pleasure. “I love you too.”
… … …
You didn’t hang around the club for much longer, not after achieving more than you had hoped to accomplish in the very first visit. Thomas wanted to take a shower and you were ready to fall asleep, so an Uber was ordered.
You sat in the backseat of the car, one hand outstretched towards him, your fingers intertwined with his. You held your phone in your other hand, scrolling through the updates you had missed on Instagram without much interest.
“I think that when we go back…” He started to say.
At once you looked over at him, a smile developing on your lips. Your heart fluttered a little as you admired him in the dim lighting cast from the streets beyond. You were enthused by his sense of adventure.
You thought that he looked sexier now than he had at the beginning of the night. His hair was no longer purposefully styled, it was simply a bird's nest-level of chaos. The thick black liner applied under his eyes had streaks, tracks of darkness spilling down his cheeks. Not to mention your lipstick prints still decorating his skin. He was a masterpiece created by the collision of your desires.
His appearance gave you tingles, keeping you warmed by the flames of passion because you were instantaneously being reminded of what the two of you had just done. What he had allowed you to do and what he wanted to repeat.
“Obviously we’ll go back for Pup Night, but I-”
You jumped in to take a stab at finishing his thought. “You wanna wear a rubber thong?”
“Actually, I was thinking that would be more your style.” He said, making you chuckle. “No. I would like to socialise a bit more. We were very much sticking to just us tonight, which was pretty natural for our first time, I’d say. But we could get to talking and maybe meet some cool people and get some more, uhm, kink resources. Like, maybe there’s a bunch of really cool shops right under our noses that they could tell us about.”
“Oh, so you wanna ask where they bought their rubber thongs from?”
“Exactly.” He said with a smile, giving your fingers a little squeeze.
He was already lusting for more and you couldn’t wait to see what came next for the two of you.
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After reading: Wow... Oh fuck, I forgot to vote- *long scroll of shame*
For a while, the only thing that went into my long term memory was the fact that "oh, Cyno's a bottom"
Ansy, I can't believe you pulled that stunt after we talked about hurting him. You actually made me feel guilty thinking he was donezo already (bitterly, i at least thought he'd have been strong enough to parry that) but then he's actually still alive. I felt betrayed and went back to thinking that cazzo, I already grieved for you, you can actually go die now wth.
My head hurts, amazing work as always, I can finally sleep. Happily too since my answer got in, who'd think my 'finish your research then finish you' line would get in despite the blatant joke to it.
MAJOR CHAPTER 3 SPOILERS!!!:
hdjsjaihAHAHHAHAHAHA I GUESS THE GUILT TRIP WORKED– oh and I didn't know that was yours, thought it was actually a banger line
I also took emotional damage writing that haitham part ngl lmao.
I actually wrote that because the first time I checked the polls Alhaitham was going to die. He's not my fave out of everyone (duh cuz dimitri and dain are there–) but out of the three of us friends, I was the only one grieving for him lmao.
My friends were all rooting for him to die (@a-dose-of-phitre literally made a funeral for him in her teapot lmao) while I'm like "man. My poor poor dog died this early. My poor boy. I will mourn you, thank you for all your service my liege." and wrote that segment.
THEN I WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING AND HE'S ALIVE???
NANI????
HOW, HOW YOU FRICKING STRONZO.
IF THAT'S HOW YOU FELT I CAN'T BEGIN TO DESCRIBE HOW I WENT "mfer alhaitham you should've died–". I already wrote a death scene (and yes, the reader is still cold af about him dying lmao they could not give a sht.) and it made me wanna strangle him with his new fricking collar
I went from this:
To this (the conversation DEFINITELY does not make sense out of context, and it's 10x better this way):
I'll upload some of my screenshots later lolol, I just think it's funny
Anyways, let us both get some sleep hAHAHAHAH IM SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU STAY UP THIS LATE
Note: aLHAITHAM SIMPS PLEASE DON'T KILL ME I FRICKING LOVE HIM (source: my alhaitham fics lol) BUT IT JUST SO HAPPENS I'M THE TYPE WHO LOVES TO SLANDER MY FAVES 🥰
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sneak peak at balance student seokjin!!
for his birthday, here’s a little tidbit on my next upcoming collection: the seven schools of ravenwood !!!
Seokjin was sitting off to one side of his house, in a little makeshift library; mixes of schools and books on the shelves. At the sound of you coming down the stairs, he glanced up from what he was reading.
“Finally hungry?”
��Yeah,” you answered a bit sheepishly as you walked into the kitchen. You grabbed an apple from a fruit bowl. “So excited, couldn’t think of eating. Finally got to me, I guess.”
“I understand that, I remember when Arthur finally said I could transfer my studies here. Learn here at the birthplace of sorcery.”
“That’s right, your primary school is Balance.”
Seokjin nodded. “Yeah. Before the school was discovered, that was the end of that. We knew everything that was kept alive up until then. But since they found the school, we’ve rediscovered so many spells that were once lost to us.”
“That’s incredible! I remember when they announced they found it, I knew immediately I wanted to continue my studies there. Once I learned everything from Arthur, of course.”
“I’ll be honest, it was quite a shock to learn that someone wanted to continue their studies here for their secondary school,” Seokjin admitted. “Most people just learn the basics and don’t bother trying for more advanced stuff.”
You gave a shrug. “I’m a completionist, I guess.”
“Well, I’m glad then. Because now we get a new student and maybe you’ll be the first of many to also want to finish their sorcery studies.”
“Fingers crossed!”
Seokjin was quiet for a moment, furrowing his brows together in thought. “If I may ask, why did you choose Balance? It isn’t very popular because of the whole, no school building reason. Especially with Ravenwood students.”
You scratched at the back of your neck. “I’ll be honest, it was mainly because I found the topic interesting. I mean, it incorporates all types of magic, elemental and spiritual. Sure, the Krokotopians mainly focused on the elemental, but through that they found the spiritual and then what connects them all: sorcery.”
“I- wow.” Seokjin blinked at you a few times. “Never heard anyone talk about it like that.”
You flushed a bit. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be, it’s refreshing. Especially to hear someone talk so passionately about it. I hope the actual teachings diminish that passion in any way.”
“I had Professor Cyrus Drake these past few years; needless to say, I’m good with staying passionate.”
He laughed at that. “Yeah, I’ve heard Cryus was a bit of a pain to learn from. Very by the book and no nonsense.”
“You could say that again!” You smiled as you pointed to your apple. “Anyways, I’m gonna eat this and then go to bed. Need to get up bright and early!”
“Sleep well!” He called after you.
#dip rambles#happy birthday seokjin#class transfer#the seven schools of ravenwood#sneak peak#don't ask me when it'll be out im working on fic 4 rn#gonna wait until all 7 are done before posting
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you have suddenly shrunk down to be tinier than an ant. name the first 5 things you wanna do.
Funny story. We actually wrote a story about something similar to this when we were in elementary school. As a result, I will let elementary school us answer the question.
You have unlocked secret Feathers bonus lore. Here is a transcript of our elementary school writing with names changed for obvious reasons.
“Wow! Everything is so big!” I shouted as I noticed that I was ten inches tall. I thought,” I know you grow in your sleep but not shrink. Next, I slipped out of my room and past my parents. I would scare them by turning on the TV when no one is looking. Finally, I would go into our garden silently.
I went into the garden to water my plants and my flower was the same size as me! I forgot that I was ten inches tall and I thought that my flower grew very quickly. When I thought that thought, I chuckled. My friend called to ask if I could come over and my mom called me to the phone.
“Joe, phone,” my mom called.
“ I'm right here,” I said back to her.
“Joe you are so small!” my mom said in shock.
“ I don't know how this happened, anyway can you put the phone on speaker,” I said nicely to my mom.
“ Okay,” She said as she put the phone on speaker.
“ Hey, I can you come over?” my friend asked.
“ I can't play right now, I'm ten inches tall,” I told my friend.
“That's okay, I hope you get bigger,” she said as she hung up.
Now I asked my mom asked me that if she have any idea on how this happened.
“ Sorry, but no,” she said sadly.
“That's okay, thanks for the help,” I said happily.
Next, I looked in my room to see if there was anything special I did when I went to bed. I searched and thought for an hour. Then, I noticed that I slept near this glowing pink, purple, green, red, and yellow rock. I thought,”Bingo! That must be it,” as I snapped my finger.
“Okay, now I know why I shrunk to ten inches tall, but how do I return to my normal size,” I thought. “Also, it would be too dangerous to go outside again, I could get very hurt,” I thought. I got bored in my room with nothing to do, so I went down stairs. I turned on the TV and watched it. Soon,my mom finished cooking my dinner, I looked at what it was, it was half a hot dog and a little corn. When, I was going upstairs, I almost got stepped on by my sister. It took me 15 minutes to go up the stairs and I was tired. So, I went to bed early.
When I woke up the next morning, I noticed that I was back to my normal size. I guess if you slept next to the rock once, you shrink, sleep next to it again, you return to normal size, and who knows, maybe if you sleep next to it three times, you grow two times your real height, but of course, I wouldn't like to test that out. Now will I ever sleep next to that rock again? No. I put the rock away in a box, but when I went to check up on it, it was gone. Did I ever find my rock. No. Did I care? No, I didn't. Eventually, I just forgot about the magical rock and that odd day. Although, I wrote the story down and what happened that day and looked back at it with a little photo of little me and a little piece of the colorful glowing rock.
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6/1/23
I think I can safely say that today sucked. I was woken up 1 hour after I fell asleep to a phone call from a family friend. The dude lives probably 20-30 minutes away and has a history in art. We were last supposed to link up... I think in February or March? And I told him then that afternoons and evenings work for me. Like... I always make a point to specify that.
So, I woke up and immediately rolled over and went back to sleep, then woke up to another call 2 hours later. I listened to the original voicemail. He was heading through my city and... wanted to see if I wanted to go with him? To another town upstate? And didn't even tell me what he was doing there... And he called at 8AM, with no advanced notice. And I barely know the guy.
Engaging the voicemail with my brain made me fully awake, yet exhausted. That horrible feeling. I put the box fan on and... still couldn't get back to sleep for at least another hour. I took the opportunity to finish the Amazon order. Fuck it, right?
Eventually, I got up. I ate some food, that usually helps me fall asleep. Then I went to the comfy chair and got myself to pass out for another hour and a half. And... I've been up since then.
I even did yoga, and a small workout. I got a pizza delivered so I didn't have to worry about food. But... I never made coffee all day. My whole rhythm was thrown off all day. And it's been pretty hot all day too.
So I've been enduring most of the day with this nasty headache, and I've been really hot, and even a little nauseous for bits of it. It's been really rough.
I can't keep living like this. I swear, it's just one little thing and it just --- ugh. I don't even feel like catastrophizing. I don't even have the energy.
It's early (for me). It's 1:45. I've been nodding off for the past 4+ hours. Now, I'm gonna make sure I get to bed at a somewhat decent time. And I'm going to pray that I can actually sleep in the heat. Apparently it's supposed to get into the 90's tomorrow.
I did the test beads too. Not the spray part though, but I finished designing them and Mod Podge'd two of them. The other two I'm just going to spray without Mod Podge just to see the difference.
So yeah, the rest of the thoughts I have rattling around in my head are just... catastrophizing and lamenting, and... again... I just don't have the energy for that. I just wanted to say, because it's been in my head all day... that I feel bad for flaking and not texting that family friend back. It's just a text, I could've done that at any point today and I just flaked. I feel bad. I don't need to, it's not the end of the world and I'll likely text him tomorrow, but like... I've been doing that more and more lately, not responding... because I just get distracted or sucked into something, or just flat-out forget, then hours go by and I remember and by that point... it's awkwardly late. I've never really had a problem with this my entire life until the last couple years, in fact... I was always really good at reliably getting back to people and responding. Just something I noticed. I'm going to do tarot and then water my plants and head to bed.
Past - Ace of Swords, inverted
(Intellect, apply logic and reason, Clarity and focus of mind.)
Present - XVI: The Tower
(Drastic transformation, unforeseen change, paradigm shifts.)
Future - XIII: Death
(Life-altering transformation, sudden natural change.)
Wow. I was not expecting something this heavy tonight. I guess we'll see what to make of this. Two cards back to back that make my heart do that tight spasm thing. Fun.
Let's start on a... naw, its not a good note. The source here is something interfering with my clarity, my ability to deal with logic and reason. Sound familiar, fellow anxiety disorder victims? It could be other things too, but that's where my intuition is bringing me tonight so... let's explore. That thread is connected to a card that I never like seeing. The Tower. The Tower means... okay... say your current life, your personality, your routine, the things you know and love... they're all bricks in a tower that you are building to keep you safe from the chaos and unpredictability of the world. The Tower is the sudden unexpected lightning bolt that strikes that Tower, throws you from the parapet and sends the whole thing crumbling to the ground. And what this catastrophe leads to... is Death. Death gets a bad name, of course. Why wouldn't it. It's fucking Death. However... Death in this context is about... a natural conclusion. I had to do some research on it because The Tower and Death are actually really similar cards. The closest I can tell is that... The Tower is more... unforeseen? More out-of-the-blue. And Death is... a natural conclusion to a chapter. Not necessarily "the end" in totality, but a natural, inevitable conclusion. That's what I got from it, at least.
What this means for me? I'm not sure, honestly. And, if you've been following these readings, I've had a pretty healthy ability to intuit my way through this... but... I honestly think my anxiety and a latent fear that fate might actually be real... they might be causing me to draw a self-protective blank. What life structure is being shattered? The staying up until 7AM crap? The nocturnal thing? I mean, I barely have any structure at all. Which is why I dread The Tower so much. If you have a schedule, a family, a job, a routine, all of those things concurrently... if you lose one of them... I mean, it fucking hurts, don't get me wrong... but like... you still have the others. If you have schedule, job, routine, but lose family? You still have the other 3. So... I've already lost my family... I barely have a routine other than yoga at the start of my day and this at the end, and making sure I do something productive in between, and try to do my one meal that I call "dinner" before too late. I don't have a schedule at all, really. So... the only thing left is... my job. And that one... I really don't want to get back into that.
So... I'm kinda hoping that... given the surrounding circumstances of today... that The Tower is my sleep schedule change. And maybe weaning off of RP streams. Maybe getting away from RP in general, other than as a tool for me to socialize. And maybe that's where the Death comes in? The inevitable conclusion that I'm going to have to walk away from?
I feel like I'm missing a piece. I feel like I just skipped right over the start. Maybe I don't really understand the Ace of Swords as well as I thought, let me look at it. Because the other two make a lot of sense to me, and seem to be echoing a very clear message of an imminent dramatic life change, but I just... don't really understand what about. Maybe... it's exactly that. Maybe the problem is a lack of clarity and vision.
I don't know, maybe I just need time to reflect on this. This was pretty heavy. It makes the past few nights feel like training wheels or something.
Agh, what am I not seeing clearly! It's nagging me. When I get big things like this... my puzzle-solving brain comes out and feels like some kind of time-travel movie where the protagonist has a very important but cryptic clue and they have to figure out what it means so they save the world or some shit.
Look... My world got flipped upside down like... 3 or 4 times over the course of the last 365 solar cycles. What's one more, eh? XD What's one fucking more.
Well okay, lets try to do breadcrumbs then. So... if The Tower is the Present, it means... it's happening right now. And there was a giant paradigm shift that fucked me up today. My family's intervention into my life, through a family friend that was almost guaranteed to be urged on to contact me by my mom. This fucked up my sleep severely, which has had me feeling like garbage and could take me days to recover from. That's sudden, it's unexpected and out of the blue, and it made a dramatic impact. So... if that is The Tower... then... how the fuck does the inverted Ace of Swords connect to that? A blind spot? An impairment or inability to use reason? What, because I wasn't prepared for it? I mean... I was fucking asleep. I don't know. Maybe because I was too anxious to follow up with this guy, because my last interaction with him was talking about how it was tough for me to leave my cat alone because she was very sick... like a week before she died... I don't know. Even that seems shaky. And then how does this phone-call fucking up my sleep... turn into Death? It could be Death of the staying up until dawn shit. It could be Death of going to bed when it's light out, and bitching about the neighbors making noise at 10 AM. I mean... it can be that. If I choose. If I can make it work.
Yeah, that's the best I've got tonight. I really didn't wanna do anything taxing tonight and then... this happened.... XD Oh well. I gotta go pass out.
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goodnight kiss
there was this very cute post telling how Ginny kissing Harry goodnight is canon and this idea has been playing around in my mind for a while, so here's a missing moment set during Harry and Ginny's first days of relationship:
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The first time it happens, Harry thinks it's his fault for being too distracted.
They are in the Common Room and in an effort to prove that he isn't abandoning his best friends just because he is dating now—and a bit to set an example for Ron and Hermione, just in case—, Harry spends the evening finishing an essay with Hermione and then playing chess with Ron. And if his gaze keeps drifting to Ginny, well, he won't feel guilty about it.
She keeps winking at him every time she sees him, her concentrated face breaking into his favourite grin and it takes even more effort to not drop everything and go to her side. But he endures and he is really involved in his match by the time he feels her sweet flowery perfume; he turns at once.
Ginny gives him a bright smile, places a soft kiss that ends even before he registers the feeling of her lips, and waves at the other two.
"I can't keep my eyes open one second longer," she declares heavily. "See you tomorrow."
And then she is gone to her dormitory leaving only the trace of her scent and Harry can't stop the feeling that he must have done something wrong.
The thought slips from his mind until two days later, when it happens again. Ginny is standing against his legs, reading her notes, when she jumps to her feet, stretching her back lazily. "I think I'm gonna crash early today."
"History of Magic?" Harry guesses, eyeing her notes.
"What else?” A smirk blossoms at her lips. “Maybe tomorrow you could help me study something more interesting."
"I could help you now."
"Tempting," she admits unashamedly. "But I'm really tired and I'd rather keep my stamina for a happy Sunday tomorrow."
And Ginny winks at him, lowering her head enough to brush her lips against his—Harry opens his mouth, desperate to feel her taste, to pull her closer—but she is gone before he has the chance.
It bothers him.
The next night, after a very productive day—not for studies if studies are limited to subjects taught at Hogwarts, that's it—, when they are finally saying their goodbyes by the stairs to her dorm, Harry doesn’t leave it to chance.
He pulls her into his arms and even as his hands are cupping her face, fingers feeling the strands of her hair, his mouth captures her, tongue searching for a permission that she grants him at once, and then there is only her sweet taste and the feeling that Harry never found anywhere else but in her. A moan escapes her lips—a sound that Harry treasures each time he hears it—and when they break apart, at last, oblivious to the wolf-whistling in the room and a break of nervous giggles, her face is all flushed.
“Wow,” she whispers, beaming, her eyes the colour of melted chocolate. “What was that for?”
“A goodnight kiss,” he says, but it sounds more like a question.
“It’ll be really hard to sleep after this, but I appreciate it anyway.”
And then Ginny does it again—she kisses him softly, a peck he barely feels with the way his lips are still tingling after that perfect goodnight kiss, and she is gone.
What is he doing wrong?
The question keeps pounding on his mind all night and the following day. By then even Ron is noticing there is something wrong, but Harry can’t share his struggles with him. For one, Harry is sure Ron never faced the same trouble: he and Lavender only did full snog sessions. For two, it’s about Ginny. He can’t ask her brother what is wrong with his kiss.
Ginny finds him by lunchtime, meeting him in front of the Great Hall with a small basket and asking him if he doesn’t wanna have lunch with her on the grounds. Harry doesn’t miss the glance exchanged between Ginny and Hermione and this doesn’t help much.
Ginny waits until they are sitting by the shadow of their favourite tree to start it. “So, what’s bothering you?”
If it was anyone else, Harry would ignore it or divert the subject. But he doesn’t know anyone else but Ginny who would ask him directly like that and this is one of the things he most likes about her anyway, so his answer is truthful.
“Am I a bad kisser?”
Ginny blinks; whatever she was expecting, it clearly wasn’t this. “The amount of time I’ve spent kissing you for the last week shows that I think you’re a very good kisser,” she says slowly. “Where is this coming from?”
He pursues his lips. “You’re avoiding kissing me.”
Another blink. “Er… no?”
“At night at last.” Another of his concerns arise. “Is it bad breath? I can brush—”
“I like your breath,” she assures him at once. “I like everything about kissing you actually. In case it’s not obvious, which apparently isn’t.”
“You—you avoid snogging me at night. As in you give me this… this peck and then you are gone and—”
“That’s just a goodnight kiss, Harry,” she replies quietly. “We don’t have to turn every kiss into a makeout session—not that I’d mind, but also… I enjoy every kiss we share.” A frown marks her forehead suddenly. “Unless you’re not happy with them? I get it if you were hoping we’d have more moments, it’s just with classes and—”
“No, no.” Now another panic floods him. “Every moment we spend together it’s… like something I could never have even imagined. Or if I could—it’s better.”
She breathes slowly. “Good. Because I swear even a little peck just makes me… sparkle.”
“Sparkle?”
A blush spreads across her face but Ginny looks resolute. “Yeah, let me try to show you. Close your eyes—and don’t move.”
He obeys her diligently, closing his eyes and standing still even as he feels the shadow of her face over his. And then he feels her lips over his very gently, tugging at his lower lip, then upper lip; he never really appreciated before how soft her mouth feels as he stands there, feeling their brush. Then she places a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth, the touch sending shivers down his body as effectively as when they are fully kissing.
“Oh,” he whispers when he opens his eyes to find her staring at him nervously. “I see sparkles.”
A beam draws away any worry from her face.
Later that night, Harry finds Ginny exchanging Charms notes with her colleagues.
“You’ll be staying up?” he asks, glancing at her watch. It’s almost midnight.
“We’re almost finishing the revision for Fourth Grade spells.”
“Do you want me to wait for you?”
“No, go rest. I’m fine. We can meet for breakfast tomorrow.”
“I’d like that,” he agrees, smiling, and Ginny turns briefly to him, sharing a quick kiss—her mates giggle, still unused to them, but Harry hopes to win them over with time.
“Good dreams.”
He is sure he will dream about her, but Harry feels this is not the moment to disclose this information. Instead, he just nods. “And you too.”
And for good measure, he lowers his head to place a soft kiss on her cheek, admiring how the blood flushes there as if attracted to his mouth. Harry smiles to himself. Perhaps he can start his own goodnight kiss tradition.
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Southpaw
pairing: jungkook x female reader (ft. a little sprinkle of namjoon)
genre: childhood friends to lovers, boxer jungkook, college/frat au
includes: swearing, angst, mentions of blood and violence, pining, smut (public/private, unprotected sex, hair pulling, jungkook is big guys, duh), alcohol, smoking weed, jungkook seems like an asshole but he’s really not, OC having a crisis every two seconds, some fluff here and there as well, also this takes place over many months just saying if time gets confusing
premise: Knowing Jeon Jungkook for the better part of your life, you thought you knew everything about him. Well, that was before you two disappeared from each other’s lives at least. When Jungkook suddenly finds himself buying you a coffee to rekindle your friendship, it leads to much more than you bargained for.
word count: 30k (she’s a monster sorry guys)
quick note: this is my first story back in a year(?) give or take some weeks!! kind of nervous to post & not sure if my writing has declined in anyway but nonetheless here is the beast that has been sitting on my computer since April 2019!! quick disclaimer I don’t know much about boxing so if I get stuff wrong - I apologize!! please enjoy & let me know what you think ❤️happy 7 years BTS!
recommended songs for reading: pray (JRY, RuthAnne), mushroom chocolate (6lack, quin), hallucinate (dua lipa), wus good/curious (partynextdoor)
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The evening was slow—after all, it was only a Wednesday. You had just finished serving a table of two—a young man and young woman—presumably on a midweek date. You didn’t recognize either of them which wasn’t surprising considering the campus grossed about 20,000 people. You began to wipe down tables out of boredom, glancing at the clock every two minutes hoping it would jump to when your shift was over in forty-five minutes. Thankfully, you didn’t have much work to do when you got home, but you are wishing to get in bed before 10:30 to get a full eight hours of sleep for your lectures tomorrow—something you had not had in about two months. Most days, like today, you were running on five hours of sleep and five cups of coffee. It wasn’t healthy, you knew that much, but it’s how you had to live your life. Your schedule was too demanding to hit the snooze button multiple times. You had shit to do—and getting your degree was the top priority.
“Y/N,” your coworker, Mark, called your name from behind of the counter.
“Yeah?” You respond.
“Will you come help me clean this out?” He asks you and you nod diligently.
“Of course,” you say, dropping your current task of wiping already clean tables. Mark was the one student that worked here you could stand to be around. He was very much like you in the sense that school came before anything—he too was on a full academic scholarship. He worked here before you, but he made you feel the most comfortable out of everyone. You would consider him a close friend at this point.
The espresso machine was a pain in the ass to clean and did call for two people most of the time. Besides, you would rather smell the remnants of coffee beans than the harsh chemicals of bleach gliding across a table.
“You have much work to do after your shift?” He asks you.
“No, thank god,” you shake your head, “I got most of my shit done between my classes today. You?”
“I have to write a ten page paper by midnight,” he sighs, “And guess how many pages I have started.”
You give him a short glance, “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say zero.”
“Damn right,” he smiles. A short silence between you two ensues before he speaks again, “Oh! Did I tell you I’m graduating early?”
“What? Really?” You look at him and an excited grin plays on his face. “When?”
“Yeah, I spoke to my advisor this afternoon and turns out, the classes I’m taking this semester is all I need for my degree,” he speaks with a relieved tone.
“Wow, that’s awesome,” you say genuinely, “I wish that was me,” you give out a small chuckle.
“I’m just glad I don’t have to keep stressing over this hell-hole,” he laughs, “The sooner I get out of here, the better.”
“I feel you on that,” you say, “I’m proud of you nonetheless, you’ve worked your ass off dealing with this scholarship.”
He gives you a small smile in return but it’s broken by the bell ringing from the door, signaling a new customer has decided to come in. Your eyes break from Mark’s and glance over to the door, your head doing a double take.
Your mouth goes dry when you see them—more specifically—him.
No, it wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him, but you couldn’t remember the last time you had seen him outside of a frat party on the weekends. And truly, it was your first time getting a good look at him in awhile. You felt nervous—though you had no reason to be nervous. You had known him since long before your days as university students, but since you weren’t plastered in this scenario, looking at him seemed more like a chore than ever.
“You want me to get their table?” Mark asks you and you look back at him.
“No, I got it,” you say, throwing down the cleaning cloth, wiping your hands on your apron.
The small group of boys are too busy in their own conversation to see you approaching them. You clear your throat before grabbing some menus off of the podium.
“Hey guys, welcome,” your voice breaks their conversation. The three men your age turn to you all at once and a small smile erupts from one of them.
“Y/N? I didn’t know you worked here?” Taehyung—another person you knew all too well—smiles and speaks brightly
“Yup,” you say simply, “Just been here a little over a month,” you explain pressing the best smile you can muster up. “C’mon, I’ll get you seated and get your order in.”
You lead them towards the back of the small restaurant, seating them in a booth. As they follow you from behind, you can feel their eyes burning into your back and you feel like screaming at the top of your lungs. They sit down and you pass out the menus.
“What would you guys like to drink?” You ask, putting a hand on your hip.
“I’ll take a coke,” Hobi—you remember his name easily as you see him around in a few of your classes.
“Coke as well,” Taehyung says.
“Jungkook?” His name rolls off your tongue and it sounds foreign. You couldn’t remember the last time you had said it, let alone to his face. His brown eyes meet yours and he clears his throat.
“I’ll just take a water,” he finally speaks, his gaze breaking just as fast as it met yours.
“I’ll get those right out,” a grimace spreads on your face and you turn on your heels to fulfill their drink orders. You hadn’t expected the encounter to be so awkward and have so much tension—but what did you expect?
Your relationship with Jeon Jungkook was a strange one to say the least. You had known him longer than anyone you associated with—you meet each other at the tender age of eight in elementary school. You remember that day so vividly.
You had been assigned a seat right beside of him the first day of school. He kept his eyes away from you. Being the energetic child you were, you were expecting him to introduce himself but—he never did. It actually took being in school a whole week to get him to talk to you. You nudged his arm with your elbow and his eyes meet yours for the first time. You smiled at him, “I like your shirt,” to which he responded a small, “Thank you.” He picked at his nails and you smiled at him again, “I’m Y/N,” though he would already know that sitting beside of you. “I’m Jungkook,” he spoke again with a shy smile. That day would change both of your lives—all thanks to you and your mouth that couldn’t shut the hell up.
Four years later, at the age of twelve, Jungkook was your best friend. For four years, he was the one person you had came to all about your problems—he as well. The two of you would complain equally about school, he would complain about his older brother picking on him, you would complain about your younger sister bothering you nonstop—the two of you were more alike in more ways than you could imagine. Despite getting older and more different, you and Jungkook shared the same friend group. You had met a girl named Kim Jennie during a pre-algebra class and Jungkook had met a lively kid named Kim Taehyung—no they weren’t related but you often joked about it. It was nice having another close friend instead of just having Jungkook—especially a girl. You and Jennie had more in common than you and Jungkook and Jungkook and Taehyung and more in common than you two. But—the four of you clicked and you spent nearly everyday with each other.
At sixteen, a lot of stuff had changed. Yes, you, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jennie had all remained best friends, but high school was definitely not the same as middle school. You and Jennie joined the tennis team, Jungkook and Taehyung joined the soccer team—Jungkook also joining the baseball team—which kept the four of you more separated than you would have liked. The four of you all sat together at lunch each day, but as each day passed, something felt different with Jungkook. And then, halfway through your second year of high school, the news broke that Jungkook had a girlfriend—a cute girl named Yuna—who was actually older than him by a year. You felt indifferent about it. He didn’t speak to you as much as he used to and he would ditch you, Jennie and Taehyung to hang out with her. It didn’t bother Jennie or Taehyung as much as it bothered you—but then again—you had known him since you were eight and it felt weird not being Jungkook’s number one girl. You hated to say it—but you were jealous and you had no idea why.
Two years had passed, the four of you all eighteen and fully legal now. It was the end of your last year of high school and you could not be more ready to leave. Growing up through high school together, the thought of all of you going to the same university was a dream. The four of you were excited to move on to new things. Jungkook and Yuna had broken up a few months prior, not being able to work through the distance of her being away at college. Jungkook soon started molding back to how he was before—texting you throughout the day, complaining, just being Jungkook—you were happy, happier than when he was with Yuna. It was May when you had received the news that you had been offered a full ride academic scholarship. You cried and cried tears of joy—finally busting your ass for so long had paid off. Jungkook was so proud of you, though he didn’t outwardly show it, the way he looked at you when you had told him was all you needed. Taehyung suggested it—a small celebration of sorts for you—a.k.a. the four of you getting absolutely plastered in his basement. Taehyung had managed to steal some alcohol from his parents and before the four of you knew it, beers had been downed and half a bottle of tequila had been drank. You were laying on the floor, giggling at everything Jennie did, dancing around the room with a bottle of vodka in hand. Jungkook had laid down beside of you, his eyes boring deep onto you. You crane your neck and give him a small smile, not realizing how little space was between the two of you. Jungkook supports himself on an elbow and it was then you had realized how handsome Jungkook had actually become. He spent so long away from you when he was dating Yuna, you didn’t realize how much he had grown into his features. That night—was singlehandedly the best and worst night of your life.
You had no idea what came over you, but you stood up throwing out your hand for Jungkook to take. He grabbed it with no hesitation, him towering over you as your chests touched and it was the closest the two of you had ever been. Jungkook had looked over to Jennie and Taehyung, still drinking and acting stupid, before grabbing your hand and pulling you into the closest bathroom and shutting the door. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you grip his shirt tightly. The next few moments are a blur—Jungkook kisses you—actually kisses you. He gripped your waist tightly, pushing you against the door. A small whine emitted from your lips as he pulled away and you couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He kissed you again, pulling your thigh up to rest in his hand. This was wrong—so wrong in so many ways. But neither of you stopped until a bang from the other side of the door broke the steamy makeup session.
That night changed everything between you two. Neither of you talked about it ever again. Despite being so drunk to the point of blacking out—you remember every detail—and so did he. That summer, you and Jungkook grew apart. And it was the worst thing to ever happen to you.
Now, at twenty-one, almost through university, you had interacted with Jungkook only a handful of times. You had studied together a few times your freshman year, but after your first year, you could count on your hands how many times you had seen each other. Most of the time, only seeing him at parties with other girls hanging off of him. It was painful to see. Even after 3 years of a drunken kiss in Taehyung’s bathroom, it hurt more than ever to see Jungkook with other girls—but at the same time you didn’t care. You had moved on and so did he. You two were now strangers but your life was good—you didn’t need him like you used to think. And he seemingly didn’t either.
“Y/N? Earth to Y/N?” Mark nudged you out of your obnoxiously long reverie and you jumped out of your skin. “Are you okay?” He asks.
You look down and realize that you haven’t taken the three of them their drinks, the ice now watering them down to shit.
“Y-yeah, I’m just tired is all,” you begin to pour out the drinks to get new ones before Mark stops you.
“Here, I’ll handle them,” he says, “You can go home early, it’s fine,” he smiles.
“A-are you sure?” You ask him, not wanting to leave him by himself.
“Yeah, it’s about closing time anyways. Just head out, I’ll close,” he nods with a smile and you can’t help but to throw you arms around him.
“Jesus, thank you. I promise I’ll make it up to you one day,” you tell him pulling away. You wash your hands quickly and throw off your apron.
“Get home safe,” he says and you tell him the same before grabbing your bag. You glance one last time to the table in the back and unexpectedly, Jungkook is staring at you. It makes your breathing hitch and you turn around on your heel quickly, not wanting to linger on his gaze longer than you need to.
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The weekend comes slower than you would like, but it’s Friday which means one thing—time to go out and get a much needed dose of social life. You and Jennie had found yourself at the Beta Tau Sigma crush party at their fraternity house that evening.
“Here you go, m’lady,” Namjoon comes into your peripheral vision, handing you a drink he specially made just for you.
“Thanks,” you give him a small smile. You take a huge gulp without hesitation—you trusted Namjoon with your life. Not only was he on academic scholarship too, he was also the president of this fraternity which meant if he didn’t act straight—he would face serious consequences. The mix of brains, being ridiculously handsome, and being in a fraternity was a recipe for disaster—he was your type—bonafide. You were his type too which is maybe why the two of you clicked so well, particularly in bed.
“My feet are fucking killing me,” you groan glancing down at your heels, rolling your eyes in the back of your head. Namjoon throws an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.
“At least you look hot as fuck,” he lips brush against your ear and you give him a glare.
“Isn’t hot kind of a degrading term in today’s world?” You press.
He narrows his eyes at you, “Fine—you look beautiful, cute, sexy—is that better?”
“Much better,” you nod playfully and Namjoon gets bold—pulling you even closer to him for a small peck on your lips. Eyes linger on the two of you but you couldn’t care. So many girls would love to be in your position and you feel lucky to have captivated Namjoon at least for now. Besides, he was good at fucking and you needed stress relief, as did he.
Unsuspecting, Jungkook waltzed his way into the room and he immediately stops when he sees the sight of you and his older brother Namjoon. He had heard rumors about the two of you, which he brushed off—you would never go after someone like Namjoon—oh who is he kidding? You and Namjoon are the same person and it kills Jungkook inwardly. The way Namjoon is nuzzled into your neck and the way you're smiling, giggling to every word he says, makes him feel uncomfortable. You looked so different at parties than how he saw you a few days ago at your work. Your legs looked sexy as fuck in your short black dress, your hair flowed down beautifully as opposed to being thrown up, the way red lipstick painted your mouth made him semi hard. Jesus, how after all this time, does he still think about you like this?
Your eyes break away from Namjoon and your smile falls when they meet a familiar set of doe eyes from across the room. Your breath hitches and Jungkook looks so handsome you want to die. His dark hair is slightly parted, his button up is undone at the top, and his legs fulfill his pants better than any guy here. He downs two shots, not breaking his gaze from you. You feel intimidated by his gaze and presence, despite having seen him at these things multiple times. The only difference is that now—he’s giving you some attention that you weren’t ready for.
Your gaze breaks away from each other when a group of loud boys—including Taehyung as well as Kai, another brother within the fraternity—come rushing into the room, hauling a keg in tow.
“Hyung! Come on,” Taehyung teases drunkenly as they set down the keg. There are many hyung’s for Taehyung in the room to not have specified which one he was talking about, until he deadpans on Namjoon. “Namjoon-hyung, come on!”
Namjoon begins to shake his head in protest, “I’d rather not,” he puts his hands up, keeping his distance from Taehyung, “Gotta keep an eye on this one tonight,” he nudges you and Taehyung’s eyes widen when her realizes it’s actually you, standing beside of his older brother.
“Y/N! Hey! What’s up! Didn’t expect to see you here, especially with this one again,” he narrows his eyes to Namjoon.
“Hi Taehyung,” you give him a small smile.
“Do a keg stand with me?” His eyes bulge out like a puppy dog and your own widens in shock at the question.
“Oh no,” you protest, looking up at Namjoon, “Last time I did a keg stand was freshman year and I said never again,” you explain to him. He gives you a pout.
“Fuck,” Taehyung says, “Well who is gonna do this shit with me then?” He sounds impatient and frustrated.
“Get Jungkook too—he’s been looking over in this direction for too long, give ‘em something to do,” Namjoon says and you look up at him. Did he notice Jungkook looking at you? Shit.
“Hell yeah, that little shit will definitely do it,” Taheyung smirks and yells for Jungkook to come over. Jungkook is preoccupied with a girl before Taehyung breaks his mojo from across the room. Jungkook sees Taehyung and you standing together and he furrows his eyebrows. He excuses himself from his pussy date for the night and saunters his way over towards your direction. You keep your eyes anywhere but Jungkook as he approaches you.
“Hey hyung,” Jungkook greets Namjoon, “Y/N,” he says slowly and you tense up. “What do you want Taehyung?” He spits out. He’s clearly buzzed as the attitude coming off of his tongue is stronger than usual.
“Do this fucking keg stand with me pussy,” Taehyung presses and Jungkook scrunches his nose.
“Fuck no,” Jungkook responds and Taehyung rolls his eyes.
“Come onnnn,” he drags out, begging his life long best friend to do it.
“Absolutely not, I’ve done it once and I said never again,” Jungkook says and your eyes nearly pop out of your head. Taehyung looks at you and Jungkook and shakes his head.
“I swear you two are the same person in a different body, it’s weird,” Taehyung says, “Your loss,” and Taehyung is soon leaving your side to find someone else to do his proposition.
Jungkook is left standing in front of you and Namjoon in an awkward silence.
“Don’t forget, you’re on clean up duty Jeon,” Namjoon raises an eyebrow at the younger man.
Jungkook groans, “Fine, whatever hyung,” his words run together as he gives you a final glance, “See you later Y/N,” is the last thing he says before he walks away to find the girl he was smooching up prior.
Namjoon gives you a weird look before you are furrowing eyebrows at him, “What?” You ask.
“What’s up with you two?” He asks motioning over to Jungkook.
“What do you mean?” You gulp down your drink hoping to hide the nervousness in your tone.
“Didn’t you two use to be like, best friends or some shit?” He asks.
You shrug your shoulders, “Yeah, when we were kids,” you chuckle.
Namjoon doesn’t seemed convinced, “I remember you two hanging out a lot during Jungkook's freshman year here, what happened?”
You shrug once again, “People grow apart,” you answer simply, not wanting to go in detail how one kiss basically ruined whatever your friendship was with him. Namjoon suddenly smiles, a dimple showing in his left cheek.
“You know he talks about how hot you are? Not all of the time, but I’ve heard it before,” he laughs and you freeze in your spot.
“What are you trying to prove by interrogating me Joon?” You say with some attitude. That was the least thing you expected to come out of his mouth.
“Hey, I’m just asking questions!” He defends himself, “I just didn’t know if something happened between you two—like you dated or something and shit got weird, I don’t know… just curious,” he chuckles a bit.
You eyes widen and you feel yourself getting warm, “Oh no, we never dated or…anything like that…” you trail off. “We’ve just grown apart, we’re too different now.”
Namjoon raises an eyebrow at you, “According to Taehyung you two are the same person.”
You glare at him, “Get me another drink,” you shove your cup into his hand and see laughs at you before sauntering away for a few seconds. He comes back with a full glass and you down half of it in a few seconds.
“Ew,” you scrunch up your nose. Nice, you think to yourself.
“Maybe you should talk to him? I’m sure having an old friend is nice every once in awhile,” Namjoon continues, clearly interested in your history with Jungkook.
“I have Jennie,” you answer, “Besides, conversation goes both ways. If he really wanted to be friends again, he could talk to me.” You knew that answer was stupid. Jungkook didn’t even speak to you when you were younger. You were the one that initiated the friendship, not him, and you knew that.
“Whatever you say space cowboy,” Namjoon draws out and you give him a glare.
“Did you just quote Kacey Musgraves?” You ask with a small smile on your face.
“Fuck yeah I did,” he smirks, “She’s a gay icon are you kidding me, I’m obsessed with her.”
“Joonie, you’re not even gay,” you laugh.
“So? I love anyone who supports gay rights! Don’t discriminate my quotes!” He defends himself and you cannot help but laugh at him.
“Let’s go dance,” you grab his hand and pull him out of the kitchen onto the main dance floor. Namjoon was perhaps one of the more attractive people you’ve met here in your four years. He oozed sex appeal and charisma, which is why anytime he wanted to hang out or take you to a party—you obliged. If it meant getting in his bed at the end of the night, wearing the heels was worth it.
Namjoon puts his hands on your waist and the two of you dance to music in the crowded dance floor. Namjoon grabs a bottle of liquor from one of his other brothers who you have never met before and the two of you share a nice gulp of the cheap—but very strong—vodka.
You haven’t had too much to drink but you know if you drink anymore, you will not make it back to your apartment. You push the bottle away from you and turn to face Namjoon. His brown eyes stare into yours with a glassy, tipsy appearance, and he smirks at you.
“What?” You question him as his grip gets tighter on you.
“I wasn’t lying when I said you looked hot,” he says smoothly and you roll your eyes yet again.
“How sweet,” you grumble, biting down on your bottom lip. Without a warning, he leans in and pecks your lips gently. The alcohol in your veins surges through you as you lean back in and close the gap. Even in your heels, you still have to crane your neck some to fully reach his stature. His hands grip your waist tightly and you tug at his light brown locks, pulling him impossibly closer to you.
He presses himself into you a little bit harder and you can tell he wants you, his hands gripping one at your waist and the other one in your hair. Everything around you goes blank was it only feels like the two of you in the room together. Unfortunately, your moment is ruined when someone bumps into the two of you, knocking you apart. Namjoon steadies you and he glares at the two girls that ran into you.
“You want to get out of here?” Namjoon says into your ear, his breath fanning over your neck sending chills down you body.
“Yeah,” you nod a little too excitedly and he grabs your hand pulling you away from everyone. Namjoon is taking you up the stairs before someone calls out your name.
“Y/N!” You turn around in Namjoon’s grip to find Jennie holding onto the railing of the stairs, swaying back and forth drunkenly.
“Oh god,” you mutter.
“Is she okay?” Namjoon asks as he follows behind you back down the stairs. No, in fact, she looks terrible.
“Jennie, what’s up? I thought you were with Suzy?” You ask her and her face scowls.
“I was, but then… he showed up,” Jennie says, knowing exactly who she is talking about, “And he brought another girl with him! Y/N, what’s wrong with me? Am I not good enough for him?” Jennie is rambling as tears began to flow down her face. You look at Namjoon as he assesses the situation.
“I-I can get an Uber for her, if you’d like?” Namjoon offers and you nod.
“Please?” You beg and Namjoon grabs your hand squeezing it reassuringly before walking away to get the car.
“Jennie, come on, snap out of it,” you tell her and she continues to sob in your arms.
“Y/N, I don’t get it, I love him and he says he loves me but he does this shit all of the time,” she rambles.
“I know, I know,” you try to calm her down, “Jennie your drunk right now, but you’re so much better than him. I know you don’t realize it, but you are—“
“He makes me feel like shit,” Jennie sighs and you cradle your friend. Unfortunately, Jennie doesn’t have the best taste in men and she finds herself stuck in toxic situations she can’t get out of. You wish you could help more then you do but when Jennie is drunk, it’s hard to get anything through to her.
“Come on, let’s go to the bathroom,” you pull her up before she starts fighting you.
“I don’t need to use the bathroom though,” she pouts.
“Well, you might, let’s go,” you manage to hold her up and get to a bathroom in a hallway that isn’t too crowded. You reach for the handle only to be disappointed that it’s locked. Great.
You beat on the door with your free hand, “Hurry up in there! I have a crisis hanging off of my arm!”
“Hey, don’t call me that you bitch,” Jennie frowns and you roll your eyes, knowing she won’t remember any of this in the morning. You beat on the door again and again and again and finally, someone unlocks it and opens it fully.
The sight makes your eyes widen and your body heat up on fire. In front of you stands Jungkook against the counter zipping up his pants and the girl he was with earlier standing from her knees, wiping her mouth with a smirk. She leaves the bathroom, leaving you standing there with Jennie alone. When his eyes meet yours, his face goes ghostly pale. His mouth parts open and he feels like crawling into a hole to die.
“Y/N, Jennie?” Is all that comes from his mouth.
“Move Jungkook,” you say sternly and he moves to make room for you two in the bathroom.
“Uh, do you need any—“
“Leave Jungkook, I don’t need any help,” you say frustrated at the sight you just witnessed. You don’t know why you felt angry at him. You knew that he slept around like most fraternity boys—but to see him after getting sucked off in a bathroom—was new territory. Not only did it bring up the memory of you and him back in Taehyung’s bathroom all those years ago, it made you physically sick to know that you were just a pawn for him then. Who are you trying to kid? You were nothing to him. Once he figured out what his dick was used for, that’s all he cared about. Christ, you say to yourself, fuck him.
Jungkook leaves the two of you alone and within seconds, Jennie is over the toilet hurling her entire stomach up. You hold her hair back as she heaves into the toilet, trying not to gag yourself.
“Y/N,” she mumbles, “I don’t feel good.”
“I know, just keep it in the toilet please,” you say looking away at the sight.
Thankfully, Namjoon appears at the door. “The Uber is here,” he announces.
“Come on, we’re going to get you home,” you tell her, wiping her mouth with some toilet paper.
“Home?” She asks, “Thank god.”
Namjoon grabs her other side as the two of you carry her outside into the fresh air. You have to admit, the fresh air as sobered you up slightly. You spot the car waiting up front and Namjoon opens the door for Jennie.
“Thank you so much,” you tell Namjoon as he helps Jennie into the car.
“It’s seriously not a problem,” he smiles, “You should go with her,” he suggests and you feel your heart drop.
“A-are you sure?” You ask, subtle disappointment in your tone.
“Yeah, it’s fine—we’ll pick up another time,” he gives you a wink and you smile back.
“Okay, thanks again.”
You load into the back of the Uber with Jennie and you just pray that she doesn’t hurl in the car, for the sake of you and the Uber driver’s car. You were not about to pay the $200 fee for puke in the backseat.
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The next morning comes all too quickly in your deep sleep. When you wake up, you are not expecting Jennie to be in your bed with you. You had nearly forgotten she refused to sleep in her own bed last night, therefore you having to give in to her wishes of sleeping with you. Thankfully, you don’t feel like you have too bad of a hangover. For Jennie though, you know she will probably be in bed all day with a bottle of Tylenol at her bedside.
You check your phone and your eyes nearly burst from your head. It’s 1:07 PM.
“Fuck,” you groan to yourself. You did not need to sleep this late considering you absolutely needed to study for your exams on Monday. Not only was it an exam—it was your midterm exams in your human sciences and financial analytics classes, two classes that were kicking your ass. The longer you laid in your bed, meant the longer you were losing time to cram in your studying. You swig the sheets and blankets off of you to find yourself still in your party dress from last night. You grab a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt from your wardrobe before heading to the bathroom.
Your appearance makes you shudder when you seeing yourself in the mirror. You didn’t even take off your makeup, mascara and lipstick stains spread out on your face. Now it was time to really pray that you wouldn’t breakout from the old layer of foundation on your face. You grab a makeup wipe to get the gunk off of yourself before you step into an insanely hot shower.
You manage to shower quickly, scrubbing your body and face off of any stench left of you from last night. You step out, moisturizing each crevice that you can reach before you throw on your clothes. You feel 200% better now that you have showered and you can hear footsteps coming down from the hallway. Jennie appears at the bathroom door rubbing her eyes harshly.
“Good morning sleepyhead,” you comment and she stretches out her limbs, her dress hiked up far up her legs where her underwear is showing.
“Ugh!” She groans loudly, “My head is pounding. What the fuck happened last night?”
“There’s some medicine out in the kitchen,” you say as you follow her out into your living room and kitchen area. She goes immediately to the medicine cabinet and downs two pills with ease.
“Where are you going?” She asks as you began to gather up your school work into your book-bag.
“I have to study,” you tell her and she closes her eyes again, the sun being too harsh for the light.
“It’s Saturday Y/N,” she says obviously.
“I know,” you zip up your bag, throwing it over your shoulder, “But I have two midterms Monday—I can’t make below a B or I can get in trouble with the dean,” you explain and she nods, her sleepy gaze staring at you.
“Well, have fun. I’ll be here—dying,” she grins and you salute her off, leaving your shared apartment to go to the campus library.
The library is only about a ten minute walk and thankfully, not many students are flocking to the location on a Saturday afternoon. You assume that everyone is either hungover like Jennie or just don’t give a shit enough to come out and study.
You grab a coffee from the small coffee shop outside the library before you go in, sit down, and get to work on your studying. You turn on your classical music radio as you take out out your printed slides, notes, and textbooks. As strange as it is to say, as much as you hated studying—it’s where you felt the most comfortable. You knew you were smart and you knew school was your strongest trait—everyone knew that about you.
You go through each chapter of your human sciences class, writing and rewriting notes on new sheets of a paper. You make flashcards as you go along. You answer the obnoxiously long quiz questions at the end of your textbook as you go along.
Thankfully, you haven’t had any distractions and before you know it, it’s been nearly two hours since you first sat down. Your coffee is now cold but you don’t care as you need the caffeine to keep you going. You are about to pull out all of your analytics material before suddenly, a coffee cup in placed on the table in front of you. You look at the source and look back down until you look up again.
“Jungkook?” You ask pulling out one of your earbuds. His face is tired, the bags underneath his eyes prominent. He’s wearing a gray tracksuit, his hair messy underneath his somewhat contained beanie.
“H-hi,” he says simply, “Can I sit?” He asks referring to the chair across from you. You nod as he slings his backpack off and into the floor as he plops down in the chair.
“Hi,” you speak lowly. There’s tension between the two of you. It’s uncomfortable. You hate it, almost as much as you hate the sight you saw last night. “What’s up?” The question is simple, but forced.
He shrugs, “I dragged myself out to study despite my busting headache,” he says scratching the back of his neck.
“Jungkook in the library? To study? Did I hear that right?” You ask and he laughs slightly.
“Yup, unfortunately you did,” he answers before letting out a sigh. “I uh, got you this,” he slides the coffee cup over to you and you furrow your brows. You face heats up. Why would he buy you a coffee? The time Jungkook bought you something was a card and flowers the evening of your high school graduation, why the hell would he buy you a coffee?
“Thanks,” you laugh awkwardly grabbing the cup from him. You take a sip from the cup and realize it’s exactly how you like it. Three creams, an espresso shot, and a dash of vanilla flavoring. “How’d you know this is what I like?” You ask.
“Uh, you told me a few years back,” he says shy, his gaze ripping away from you. “I assumed it was the same, thank god,” he laughs trying to lighten up the mood.
“Thanks,” you repeat, unsure of what to say.
“Uh, how’s Jennie this morning?” He asks you with a genuine concern. You look from him, not being able to hold his gaze without burning up.
“She’s fine,” you say, keeping your eyes on your notes and hands in front of you.
“That’s good,” he says awkwardly. His leg is bouncing uncontrollably underneath the table and he feels like he needs to throw up.
“Why did you buy me this?” You ask him. He wants something, you can feel it.
“Um, no reason, I-I just saw you h-here and I know how much you love coffee,” he stumbles over his words and you meet his gaze again, before giving him a glare.
“Hm,” you mumble.
“Listen Y/N,” he starts, sounding more clear of his words, “I know we don’t really have a relationship anymore but, I-I just wanted to apologize to you about… the bathroom… last night,” he sighs and he hangs his head down for a second.
Your expression is blank and you shrug your shoulders with a small head shake, “Don’t worry about it.”
He nods slowly before a silence falls between you two.
“Listen, um I really have to get back to studying for my midterm tomorrow. Thank you again for the coffee,” you say with a small smile, trying your best to be cordial with him.
He nods getting ready to stand up but he stops abruptly, “What are you doing this week?”
The question catches you off guard.
“Oh, um,” your mouth is dry and it’s hard to find the words, “Probably studying, working, I don’t know,” you shrug again.
“Well uh, I was wondering if you wanted to meet up?” He bits his lip nervously, “We haven’t hung out in awhile, I thought maybe we could catch up?”
Awhile would be an understatement. The boy and you exchange another glance before you begin to nod hesitantly.
“Sure,” you answer simply.
“Cool,” he responds, “You still have the same number?” He asks. The question is weird. How is it that your best friend of so many years has to ask if your number is the same?
“Yeah,” you nod. He nods too, saying a quick goodbye before you watch as his built frame disappears into another corridor of the library, your eyes lingering a little too long on his built frame. What the hell was that?
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On Monday, both of your exams go a lot better than you were expecting them to. Your human sciences exam had already been graded and you made a 94 which in turn meant you were over the moon. Now you could only hope for that in analytics.
You know sat across from Jennie at one of your campus’s sandwich shops eating a late lunch.
“I don’t even know why you stress so much about your grades Y/N,” Jennie says, “You always end up with an A.”
“Jennie, I worry because if I don’t get A’s I can get kicked out of the honors program, you know this,” you say with pointed eyes, “Besides, I made a B in that business statistics class I had my freshman year, I’m still pissed about that!”
“Boohoo, I got a C minus in that class,” Jennie rolls her eyes, “All I’m saying is, you just need to loosen up. I know school is stressful but I know that you have to be going crazy.”
“I am going crazy Jennie,” you whine, “I’m just glad we don’t have much longer,” you sigh heavily.
“You and me both,” she adds, “I’m sorry I interrupted your stress relief the other night,” she says.
“What?”
She laughs, “You almost got dicked down by Namjoon and I ruined it,” she pouts and you giggle at her.
“It’s fine,” you shake your head, “He said we could pick it up another time.”
“Good, his fine piece of ass is something you gotta keep,” she smirks. Suddenly, your phone makes a ding on the table and you grab it quickly. Your eyes widen slightly when you see the text message.
[3:32 PM Jeon Jungkook] hey do you still want to do something this week?
“Who is that?” Jennie asks you.
“Uh, nobody,” you shake your head putting the phone back down.
“It most definitely is not nobody—your eyes are huge,” she points out. Dammit.
“Um,” you start, “Well last week at work, Jungkook, Taehyung, and their friend Hobi came in later at night,” you tell her, “And it was awkward and then I saw Jungkook at the party on Saturday.”
“We see him all the time at the parties we go,” she shrugs.
“I know, but then he came up to me in the library the other day…and bought me a coffee,” you finish.
Jennie’s eyes widen. “What?”
“I know right,” you say.
“Wonder what he wants from you?” She purses her lips.
“He asked if he wanted to go out this week,” you shrug, “He said we haven’t in awhile and he wanted to ‘catch up’,” you say.
Jennie’s eyebrows furrow. “Hm,” she mumbles, “Well are you going to?”
“I don’t know,” you tell her honestly, “I think I’ve seen enough of him to last me awhile.”
Jennie grimaces at you, “Come on Y/N,” she says, “You and Jungkook used to be inseparable, I don’t even know what the fuck happened to you two.”
“We just grew apart Jennie,” you tell her.
“Friendships like you and Jungkook don’t just ‘grow apart’,” she uses air quotes.
“Believe what you want,” you mutter, picking at your food suddenly not feeling too hungry.
“Why wouldn’t you go? There’s nothing stopping you is there?” She presses.
“Not exactly, but… I don’t know if it’s a good idea,” you mumble.
“Y/N, he’s your oldest friend,” she says, “You’ve known him longer than anyone else here, I know that you miss him as your friend,” she goes on.
“I don’t know Jennie, we’re not the same people we used to be. We’re not compatible as friends anymore, it’s weird.”
“How can it already be weirder than it is now? It’s weird as fuck that you two grew up together and don’t speak to each other anymore. I’d say go, just hangout, who knows what might happen,” she reasons and you cannot help but agree with her.
You don’t say anything else as you pull your phone back out.
[3:38 PM Me] Yeah I’m free tonight if you want to do something!
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Jungkook picks you up at seven on the dot. You feel nervousness settling in your stomach and you suddenly care about your appearance. When you open the door of your apartment and welcome him in, you have to tell yourself to keep your mouth closed.
He’s dressed in a sweatshirt and ripped jeans but he looks…so good? You hope you aren’t overdressed in your dress and denim jacket and he smiles when he meets your gaze.
“Hey,” he greets you and you welcome him into your apartment—a place he has never been.
“Hi,” you say grabbing your keys from the kitchen. “Jennie!” You shout and she emerges from the laundry room
“Yeah?” She stops dead in her tracks when she sees Jungkook. “Oh, hey Jungkook.”
“Hi,” he smiles.
“I’ll be back later,” you tell her, “What are you doing tonight?”
“I have to write a report and I guess I’m going to do your laundry since you’re lazier than shit,” she presses. You throw up your middle finger and turn to Jungkook.
“You ready?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
_____
“Where are we going?” You ask him as you make your way outside, keeping a relative distance between you and him.
“You hungry?” Jungkook proposes, almost with a playful tone.
“Mhm,” you mumble, looking down at the ground as you walk. This was weird… so fucking weird. The last time you and Jungkook had hung out was around two and a half years ago—not even shitting. You wonder if he still liked the same things, had the same hobbies, ate the same food, but you were completely unsure of yourself in this circumstance. The nervousness hasn’t settled in your stomach and your mind wonders if he’s nervous too.
“Alright, c’mon,” he says and you meet his gaze before he changes direction with you in tow.
It’s not even a five minute walk—mind you, in silence—until we reach the place Jungkook had led you to.
“Really Jungkook?” You raise an eyebrow at him as you step into your all too familiar work place.
“What?” He laughs, “The food is good,” he continues.
“I’m starting to think you brought me here for my employee discount,” you press to him and he tilts his head.
“You have an employee discount?” He repeats, “Good to know,” he chuckles and in turn, you return a small laugh, feeling a little more comfortable.
Mark isn’t working tonight, but unfortunately, a girl named Kyla is and you absolutely despise her. Her biggest personality trait is just being a bitch—a bitch for no reason! Sure, you can have your bitchy moments but you’re not going to be a bitch to someone unless they deserve it.
“Y/N… Jungkook,” Kyla says slowly, looking between the two of you. “Just sit wherever you like,” she says. The restaurant is free real estate as you two are the only ones here.
You choose a booth, sliding in on one side, Jungkook on the other.
“Do you know her?” You ask Jungkook once she walks away from your table.
Jungkook looks pale, “I’ve met her, once or twice,” he says and it’s all the confirmation you need to understand that means he’s fucked her once or twice.
You don’t say anything else as you look through the menu, already knowing exactly what you want.
“When did you start working here?” Jungkook asks you.
“Oh, about a month ago,” you say. He already knows that. I guess you and Jungkook are really too that point, huh? Small, dull, repetitive conversation?
“How did your exams go?” He asks, chewing on his bottom lip. He’s nervous—you can sense it.
“Better than I thought,” you answer honestly.
“Hm, let me guess—you thought you did terrible but ended up getting an A,” he reads you perfectly.
“Hey! I don’t think like that,” you say even thought you know that is a fat lie.
“Come on Y/N, you’ve been that way since we were fourteen. Lying sends you to hell you know,” he raises an eyebrow at you and you look away from him to suppress your laugh.
“Fine. I got a 94 on one of them, I don’t know about the other one yet,” you tell him.
“See, you’re a genius,” he says and you shake your head.
“Most definitely not,” you say.
“I was always so envious of you growing up, you just sat there in school and you just… got it,” he says remembering back to your younger days, “All of us were jealous of you,” he adds.
“I can guarantee nobody was jealous of me Jungkook,” you give him a grimace, “We all were stupid in our own ways, maybe you more than anyone else,” you decide to pick on him since you’re feeling more relaxed as the conversation keeps going.
“Hey, no need to shit on me like that,” he gives you a pout.
Your phone suddenly vibrates against the table. It’s probably Jennie, you think to yourself as you flip the phone over. To your surprise, it’s not Jennie—It’s Namjoon.
[7:28 PM Kim Namjoon] hope you had a good day
[7:29 PM Kim Namjoon] mine would be a lot better if you were sitting on my cock right now
Your eyes widen and you flip the phone back over with a slam to the table. Jungkook looks at you curiously.
“Whose that?” He asks.
You want to lie, but Jungkook can tell when you’re lying. “Just Namjoon,” you tell him, “He was asking about some homework.”
Jungkook nods slowly before chewing on his bottom lip again, “You and hyung are good friends?”
Your face drops and you don’t say anything.
“I’m just asking since I’ve seen you guys together at our parties,” he adds while clearing his throat.
“Yeah, we’re friends,” is all that comes from your mouth. Jungkook’s eyes are hard to read but you can tell he knows you’re not saying what you’re actually thinking. What he wants you to do is be honest with him and tell him that yeah, you and Namjoon fuck from time to time, but of course, he doesn’t get that answer.
About twenty minutes later, Kyla is bringing your food.Your stomach growls as the scent of the food comes into your nostrils. The two of you begin eating, keeping some small talk between the two of you.
“Are you still a business major?” You ask him as you chow down on your French fries loaded with ketchup.
Jungkook scrunches his face up, “Hell no,” he shakes his head.
You stop your chewing momentarily, “Oh,” is all you can muster. “I’m sure that went over well with your father.”
Jungkook gives you a short glance, a smirk across his face, “It went as well as you can imagine.”
Growing up, Jungkook was expected to go to college, get a business degree of some kind and him and his older brother were to takeover his father’s company by the time he was 30—you would know, Jungkook would secretly complain to you about nonstop as teenagers.
“What are majoring in now?”
“Photography and film,” he answers boldly.
“Oh, wow,” you tell him, “That’s a big move.”
“I’d rather die than being forced to do something I don’t want to do, that’s no way to live life,” he munches on his burger, his eyes looking straight into yours.
“How’s Taehyung?” You ask him.
“He’s good,” he laughs a little bit, “Would you believe it if I told you he has a girlfriend?” He cocks his head slightly.
“Taehyung? And a girlfriend?” You say in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope,” he chuckles, “It’s weird though, he won’t introduce me to her, hell he won’t even tell me her name.”
You furrow your eyebrows, “That is weird,” you pause, “Maybe he thinks you’ll steal her,” you smirk jokingly.
Jungkook shakes his head, “Taehyung’s got more game than I do, trust me,” he says with a laugh.
“I’m assuming you don’t have a girlfriend?” You ask him nervously, biting down on your bottom lip.
Jungkook stops eating and rolls his tongue on the inside of his cheek, “No, I haven’t dated anyone since Yuna really.”
The confession surprises you and you somewhat don’t believe him.
“Why not?” You press.
He shrugs, “Just haven’t found anyone I like I guess, like, really like, you know?”
You nod understandingly. Before Namjoon (whom you aren’t even dating) you had dated this guy for awhile and he was nice but you were bored as fuck in that relationship. Thankfully, you moved on from that onto better things.
Once the two of you finish your meals, Jungkook pays before you can protest and you leave the restaurant around 8:30 PM. You shove your hands into your jacket and walk along beside of Jungkook, lazily kicking rocks when you come across them.
“So, what did I do to deserve a free meal and a coffee from Jeon Jungkook in the span of two days?” You look up at him and he glances down to you quickly.
“I said I wanted to catch up, how else was I supposed to do that?” He smirks and you hit his arm playfully.
You don’t say anything so he continues.
“I don’t know, it’s just when I saw you last week working, I hadn’t seen you in so long… let alone speak to you,” he pauses, “It made me realize that I miss our friendship, I missed us…” he trails off, looking straight ahead.
“Why didn’t you reach out sooner?” You ask him seriously.
Jungkook hesitates some, “You could have reached out too, the phone works both ways” his words are unexpected, harsh. And they somewhat hurt.
You don’t say anything again, feeling a sting in your chest.
“I didn’t mean it like that Y/N,” Jungkook say, stopping his path to stand in front of you, “It’s just… we haven’t spoken in so long. I feel like you’re a completely different person ever since we got here to university. I don’t know what happened—“
“You don’t know what happened?” Your tone is sharp. “Are you stupid Jungkook?”
He looks taken aback, “W-what?”
“When we were eighteen and you fucking kissed me that’s what happened and that’s when shit changed Jungkook, don’t act like you don’t know,” you sound angry to which, you are. Talking about this gets you riled up.
Jungkook lowers his head, “We should have talked about that, I know but—“
“But what Jungkook? It ruined our friendship and you know it.”
“I ruined it?” He now sounds pissed off. “What ruined our friendship was you acting like I didn’t exist once we got here to college. You blew me off and blew me off time and time again,” he runs a hand through his hair, “I tried to maintain this friendship and you know it. If that stupid, fucking, drunken kiss bothered you that bad, you should have been a big girl and told me.”
You feel frustrated and you feel tears are threatening to spill out of you. You want to comeback with something, but you know he’s right. He did try and you were the one to put distance between you both.
“I-I,” you start but no words come out. “I’m sorry Jungkook. It’s just when we got here, things got more complicated and more stressful, and I couldn’t afford distractions—“
“So I’m a distraction now?”
“What? No, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” you shake your head in protest.
“So, hanging out at fraternity houses every weekend, getting hammered with Jennie every weekend, smoking pot once in awhile, and fucking Namjoon isn’t a distraction? But your best friend of fourteen years is a distraction?” Jungkook’s words come out in a frenzy and you feel slightly attacked.
“Excuse me what? Jungkook no—“ you stop yourself from speaking. You know he’s right but that doesn’t give him a right to attack you like that. “So, what’s your excuse then for not being the bigger person than, huh? Getting sucked off too many times in a bathroom and you realized you don’t need my attention anymore? Huh?”
Jungkook’s eyes darken and you can tell he’s pissed off.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He asks you.
“Jungkook, you’re my oldest friend—“
“You don’t treat me like it—“
“Well neither do you,” you back go back and forth with each other. You’re frustrated. Angry. Sad.
Jungkook is fighting a battle in his head. “I’m sorry okay,” he says, “I think we both can admit we’ve acted shitty to each other.”
You look away from him staring aimlessly at your lap, “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Neither should have I,” he says. “I just wish you had told me about that stupid kiss, we could have talked through it Y/N. I wasn’t thinking back then.”
“Why did you kiss me?”
Jungkook’s eyes look panicked and he scratches the back of his neck.
“I had a stupid little crush on you at the time okay? And alcohol doesn’t help, it only intensified my feelings.”
“What?” Your mouth drops agape at the confession.
“I know, stupid right,” he shakes his head, “Fuck I wished we had discussed this sooner because this is so embarrassing,” he laughs while shaking his head.
You’re in disbelief. Jungkook liked you? How did you not know? It makes your insides tingle at the thought, but you know you shouldn’t get excited so you drown out the feeling deep within you.
“Well, that was years ago,” you tell him, “All we can do now is look ahead,” your breath is uneven and shaky.
“You’re right,” he mutters, “I really am sorry Y/N, I-I just want you as a friend again—“
“I forgive you Jungkook. And I’m sorry too.”
What Jungkook does next is unexpected but all too familiar. He grabs your chin and squeezes it in his hand. You swat him away with a laugh as he pulls you in by an arm. You oblige his movements and rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you keep walking. There’s something oddly intimate about this gesture. And the whole atmosphere has changed but you like it—it feels… like home.
“Can I ask you something?” You mumble.
“You just did,” he laughs and his chest rumbles underneath you.
“Shut the fuck up,” you lean up from him with a smile, “Namjoon said you talk about me a lot…?” You trail off your question. You could be sneaky if you really wanted to be.
“He did?” Jungkook panics. Fucking Namjoon, he thinks to himself. “W-what did he say?” He stumbles on his words.
“Just stuff,” you respond hesitantly, “He may or may not have said that you called me hot.” Jungkook freezes beside of you.
“Fucking hell, I’m gonna kill hyung,” he mutters underneath his breath, “Look I’m sorry okay—I was really drunk and I saw you at one of our parties in this short ass dress and fuck, yeah I said you were hot—I’m sorry okay? I know that’s so fucking weird jeez, I’m sorry—“
“Jungkook it’s fine,” you laugh interrupting his rambling. “It’s not weird, I just wanted to know whether or not Namjoon was feeding me shit.”
“You don’t think it’s weird?” He asks and you can sense that he is very embarrassed. “I told you, I’m not good with my alcohol.”
You shake your head, “I mean, you’re pretty hot too if I say so myself,” the words tumble from your mouth and you actually want to crawl in a hole and die. Did you just say that?! Jungkook looks at you as you turn your face away from him. Fuck, he thinks to himself. He glances down your body and notices the cleavage coming through your dress and the way you hair is pulled to one side. Fuck, he thinks again, yeah, stupid little crush three years ago my ass.
“Can I tell you something?” His voice his quiet, serious.
“Of course,” you look up at him with a concern face.
“You can’t tell anyone—not even Jennie,” he says, his voice low. You give him a confused look, but nod anyways.
“What’s wrong?” You ask him. He bits at his lip, feeling uneasy.
He takes in a deep breath before exhaling, “When I changed my major a few months back, my parents threatened to cut me off—“
“Whoa, what?”
“And they’re still threatening to if I don’t get my shit straight.”
“Jungkook, I don’t get what you’re saying? Have you done something?” You ask him, feeling already too uneasy about where this conversation is going.
“No, I haven’t done anything—that’s the problem. I haven’t proved to them that I’m worthy for them to keep paying for my school. I haven’t proved to them that I can get a job somewhere. My grades aren’t proving anything to them.”
“What are you gonna do if they cut you off? You can’t pay for this shit-hole by yourself—they know that.” You notice the way his jaw is grinding and his breathing is shaking.
“Please don’t get mad at me,” he mumbles quietly. Oh god. “Recently I started taking up, um… boxing,” he says, unsure of his words.
“…Okay?” You say slowly.
“I’ve been fighting, like underground fighting,” you almost don’t hear him, but then you do, and you want to laugh in his face—but he’s being serious.
“Fighting? Jungkook what the fuck?!” You push yourself away from the comfort of his side, “Are you crazy?!”
“I’m getting paid for the fights—if I win at least,” he tries to sound reasonable but to you, you want to scream at him in anger.
“Jungkook, are you fucking kidding me? You’re fighting? Instead of finding a real job?”
“Y/N you don’t understand—I make thousands of dollars for one fight—it’s my best chance right now.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you shake your head, pulling your hands through your hair in frustration, you cannot believe this man right now.
“What are you going to do about school then? Huh?” You press him.
“I-I was hoping you would help me, at least try to tutor me,” he says hesitantly and your stomach drops. You don’t say anything for a moment, unsure if you want to scream or cry at him.
“So this is the reason why you wanted to rekindle our friendship, so I could be your fucking tutor?”
“What no—“
“Are you fucking kidding me Jungkook? I cannot believe you right now,” your voice is getting louder by the minute. You start to walk away from him back to your apartment by yourself, unable to even look at him right now.
“Wait—no, please Y/N,” Jungkook runs to you, grabbing your hand and pulls you back to him, “I know this is all bad timing but I really did miss having you as a friend and you’re the only person, I could tell this to, at least for now,” he quickly explains.
“What, so you want me to help you through school while you get the shit knocked out of you for money?” You ask him, “Jungkook I don’t want to see you go through that, you have to find another option,” your eyes are pleading with him. His grip moves from your hand to your waist which causes your heart to race irregularly.
“Y/N, please I know it’s not the best but it really is my best option. I need someone there for me and I need that person to be you,” his face is too close for comfort and you back away from him a few inches.
“Jungkook, I don’t know,” you shake your head.
“Please, Y/N, I’m begging you,” he says again.
“Have you told anyone?” You ask him.
“Aside from you, only Taehyung knows—and Yoongi, he was the one to introduce me to it.” Yoongi—a name you’re not familiar with.
“Fucking hell Jungkook,” you lean your head back, trying to contain your emotions.
“Please you can’t tell anyone Y/N, I can get in serious trouble by obtaining money this way.”
“Yeah because it’s fucking illegal,” you spit at him. You find his hand to grip a little too tightly and you want to scream at Jungkook. How could he be so stupid? And how were you going to let him be so stupid?
“I’ll help you with school Jungkook, but the fighting… I don’t know,” you tell him, “You know I’m not going to be okay with that.”
“If you makes you feel any better, I haven’t lost. The most I’ve walked away with is a few scraps and bruises on my arms,” he tries to lighten up your mood but it doesn’t work. “I promise I won’t get hurt, I know what I’m doing,” he nudges you trying to loosen you up some. He hands end up grabbing yours, intertwining them tightly.
“Don’t make me promises you can’t keep Jungkook,” you tell him and his face falls again. Both of you look at your intertwined hands. “At least promise me you’ll be careful,” you plead him.
“Of course. I promise,” he says giving your hand a squeeze. Without warning, he pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly. Your hands snake up against his neck and pull him close to you as well.
His scent is all too familiar and it scares you that you’ve missed out on him growing into the handsome adult he is now. And now, you have to fear for his wellbeing. Fuck. Jungkook pulls away from you and your faces meet a little too close for comfort. His nose brushes against yours, his eyes burning holes into you.
“I’d trust you with my life Y/N,” he speaks again, “And I’m trusting you with this.”
Your breath hitches as his nose brushes yours again. Fuck, you think to yourself. You bite your lip, knowing that you wold absolutely die for this boy and it takes all of you to grip his shirt and push him away from you. You feel less suffocated once your space is empty and Jungkook’s hand stays in yours as he walks you home. It’s a good thing, you think, that you’ve had a stupid little crush on him too or you would most definitely not do this shit for him.
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“So,” Jennie says slowly, “How was it?”
You hadn’t even walked into your apartment five feet before Jennie is rushing questions onto you.
“Um,” you pause, taking the time to take off your shoes, “It went... well,” you say, unsure of your words. Did it go well? You weren’t sure considering the two of you were in an argument nearly the whole way home.
“Well?” Jennie asks, curiosity dripping in her tone, “I need more details than that. What’d you do? What did you guys talk about?”
“Um, we just kind of caught up on things,” you knew you had to tread your words lightly. “It felt pretty normal.” You add at the last second, giving her a weak smile. She narrows her eyes at you.
“That’s it?” She somewhat frowned.
“What did you want me to say?” You give her a laugh as you begin to walk back towards your room and undress into your sleepwear. She follows your footsteps closely.
“I don’t know! I was just expecting more, more from you! You seem awfully quiet,” she says plopping down on your bed that she is oh-so accustomed to.
You look through your drawers and pull out a big t-shirt and slip it over your head. You turn to Jennie and give her another pathetic attempt of a smile.
“It’s just weird okay,” you tell her, climbing onto your bed with her, “This was the first time we’ve actually hung out by ourselves in years and I don’t know, it was good, like we picked up where we left off you know?” You knew that was a complete lie but you needed to get Jennie off your case or you were afraid you would let your worries slip.
She lets out a sigh, “I guess so. I do think about high school sometimes and we really had it good… the four of us,” she smiles fondly thinking back to simpler times.
“Yeah… we did,” you agree staring up at your ceiling.
“How’s Taehyung by the way? Did Jungkook mention him?”
You give a glance at Jennie and she’s looking at her overgrown nails. “He’s good, Jungkook said he had a girlfriend which surprised me.”
“Hm,” Jennie shrugged, “Interesting.”
You furrowed your eyebrows while looking at her. “Interesting?” You found her answer odd but she brushes it off.
“Yeah, well I have homework to do that isn’t gonna do itself unfortunately,” she stands up from your bed, “See you in the morning, goodnight.” She throws you a quick wink before she leaves, shutting your bedroom door behind of her.
You let out a sigh of relief when she leaves. As happy as you were that you and Jungkook reconnected some tonight, the uneasiness in the pit of your stomach was keeping you from focusing on the good. You couldn’t believe what Jungkook had gotten himself into. Boxing? For money? You knew Jungkook never had much common sense but this takes it to another level. You now knew one of his deepest secrets and not only could that seriously backfire on you if something went wrong. He said he trusted you with his fucking life for Christ’s sake. Who says that to someone they’ve barely spoken to in two years? Someone who is desperate, you think.
You grab a book from your nightstand for one of your classes and flip to your last read page, trying to rid your mind of Jungkook getting the shit beat out of him. And as much as you read your book and your eyelids fall sleepy, you manage to barely sleep that night, as images of your old friend are burned into your brain.
_____
It wasn’t long after your first meetup with Jungkook that he started asking for tutoring help. Jungkook knew your schedule was busy and he didn’t want to pressure you into anything, but the more you were around Jungkook, the more desperate you were to help him. You have known him for so long and despite all your differences, he truly was and will always be one of your best friends. And best friends helped each other. Right?
“Hey—sorry I’m late,” you meet Jungkook in the back of the fourth floor of the library after your last class of the day. “I had a question about my lecture—“
“Y/N it’s fine,” Jungkook says softly, not looking up from his paper, “Don’t worry about it.”
You set down beside of him and begin to take your belongings out of your backpack and you notice Jungkook has already begun some work himself.
“How was classes today?” You ask him opening up your laptop. You give him a glance and he’s focused on the problem in front of him.
“It was alright, I slept through my first one at ten—“
“What’s that?” You ask as you let your eyes focus a little too close on his face. A cut lined across his jaw and up towards his left ear and you felt yourself begin to panic. “Jungkook what—“
“Don’t worry about it,” he’s being cold and distant and you don’t like it. You look down his arms and onto his hands and notice some cuts and bruises there too. That’s when it hits you.
“Jungkook did you have a fight recently?” You keep your voice low so no one else could hear. He visibly tenses up beside of you and he adjusts his beanie on his to try and cover his ear area.
“Yeah,” he says simply, his eyes not looking at you one time, still focusing on the paper ahead.
“Jungkook,” your tone is deep and not happy, but you suppose there isn’t much you can do in this situation. Curiosity got the best of you and you ask, “What happened?”
“Let’s not talk about that okay?” He turns to you fully and you inwardly gasp, seeing that his right eye is half blacked behind his glasses. You feel sick to your stomach and your mouth parts. Again, you don’t say anything and just give him a nod.
The rest of the tutoring session with him goes smoothly and Jungkook has significantly picked up his understanding of his classes in a short amount of time, but in the back of your mind you wanted to scream. Scream at him. How could he be doing this to himself? He first told you he was fine. He sure doesn’t look fine. It’s getting close to 7 o’clock when you tell him you have to go get ready for your shift at the diner in an hour.
“We can pick up again whenever you need to,” you tell, “And text me if you have any questions.”
“What are you doing this weekend?” Jungkook completely ignores your sentences and you turn to him, trying not to stare at the faint of blue under his eye.
“Um, I have another shift tomorrow that starts at 7,” you tell him.
“Can you get off?” He asks almost nervously as the two of you begin to leave the library.
You chuckle, “Probably not, why?”
“Well, Taehyung and I are having a small get together at our apartment and I wanted to know if you and Jennie wanted to come?”
He sounds genuine and you know it could be fun and a little different from the chaotic frat scene that you’re used to.
“Sure, I’m sure Jennie will be down,” you give him a smile to which he returns one for the first time tonight. “If I can’t get off work I’ll just come after my shift.”
“Sounds good,” he says and you are about to part ways before he grabs your arm to stop you, “Thanks again Y/N, for helping me out,” there’s a glimmer in his eyes.
“No problem, it’s what a friend would do right?” You give him your best smile although it feels weird saying that. His face drops in the slightest way.
“Yeah…” he trails off, his hand trailing down your arm before letting go, “See you soon?”
You give him a nod, “See you soon.”
_____
Your shift at the diner tonight was being particularly slow for a Tuesday and you found yourself aimlessly making lattes for yourself every thirty minutes. You were slightly jacked from the caffeine but you knew you would need it once you went home to finish off the load of your homework for the night. Bedtime as of right now was looking to be 3 AM, possibly 4. Mark is once again working with you tonight which makes it all the more bearable, but the more you stand behind the counter, sipping your coffee, the more you realize you do not want to waste tomorrow night working.
“Hey, Mark,” you say and he looks up from his book.
“What’s up?” He asks, his eyes focussing on you.
“Would you care…. to possibly… take my shifts this weekend?” You ask slowly, dancing around the topic. His eyebrows furrow and you could tell that is not what he wanted to hear from you.
“I mean… I don’t care to, but can I ask why?”
Shit. You couldn’t say it was to go to a small party. That would be an automatic no.
“Well, I’ve been tutoring someone recently and it's taken away from my own study time, so I really need all weekend to catch up on all my shit,” you say smoothly. Not a complete lie, but he didn’t need to know you would be catching up on your “shit” tonight and not this weekend.
“Yeah, sure whatever,” he waves his hand off, “Just be sure to tell our manager before you leave.”
“Right… thanks Mark.”
“That means you owe me a shift in the future,” he says pointedly.
“Yeah, yeah, read your fucking book.”
_____
Friday was a blur. You went to sleep around 3:45 AM. Had to wake up at 7 AM for your 8 AM lecture, dragged your feet to your other classes, barely had time to eat anything, only consuming coffee to suppress your appetite in the afternoon, and now that you were home you couldn’t wait to lay in your bed for a few hours.
Jennie didn’t have classes on Friday’s—fuck her—so she had been chilling all day when you burst through the door exhausted.
“You look horrible,” she said as soon as you flopped down on the couch beside of her.
“You don’t have to tell me that,” you groan covering your eyes.
“Well you better get rested up before tonight,” she says.
“What’s tonight?” You mumble, nearly drifting off to sleep right then and there.
“Jungkook invited us to his apartment, that’s what you said last night,” she gave you a funny look before shaking her head.
Shit. You had forgotten about that throughout your drowsy state all day.
“Yeah, right,” you pause, looking at her through the crack of your arm, “Wake me up at 7 to get ready.” You stand up planning on taking the fattest nap of your life.
“I-I captain!” Jennie says sarcastically and it’s the last thing you hear before passing out on your bed, not even bothering to put a blanket over you.
_____
Jungkook and Taehyung’s apartment isn’t far from yours. You wouldn’t say the exterior is nicer than yours, but the abundance of buildings shows that their community is much larger than the one you and Jennie share.
“This is right?” Jennie asks as you knock on the door heavily.
“Yeah,” you say, faintly hearing music from the other side of the door.
The door swings open and to your surprise, it’s Taehyung.
“Jennie, Y/N!” He smiles widely at the two of you before ushering you in. “It’s been wayyyy too long! You guys want a drink?”
You take a second to look around their apartment, not seeing Jungkook anywhere. There’s about two dozen people here, some playing pong, others sitting around the living area. You knew Taehyung was feeling a little drunk despite it being only 9 from the way he grabs a couple cups, the entire tower of them falling over.
“How have you guys been?!” Taehyung pours some cheap tequila into your red solo cups and hands them over.
“Good, what about you?” Jennie smiles to him and Taehyung pours another shot for himself.
“Fucking great,” he says before putting his cup out. The three of you bump cups and down the tequila, a familiar burn hitting you instantly. It’s oddly reminiscent, the three of you drinking alcohol like there are no problems with the world.
“Where’s Jungkook?” You ask, giving another glance around the apartment, only recognizing some of his frat brothers, but him still not to be found.
“He went to get more alcohol and some other things,” Taehyung says, pouring another shot for the two of you. “I heard the two of you finally got over your bullshit?”
You furrow your eyebrows and Jennie laughs. “W-what?” You have to laugh too, “Bullshit?”
“You know, how the two of you acted like neither of you existed? God it was so annoying hearing that little bitch talk about you constantly,” he rolls his eyes dramatically and Jennie eyes you suspiciously.
“Uh, yeah—“ you were unsure of what to say, “Heard you have a girlfriend now?” You change the subject quickly and Jennie raises her eyebrows at Taehyung.
“Really?” Jennie says almost passively. Taehyung doesn’t glance at you, only looking to Jennie.
“Yeah,” he says, “C’mon, drink your shit. The night is young and you guys need to catch up!”
“Or you need to slow down?” You offer and only giggles again. You down another shot and at this pace, you’ll be passed out by 11, Jennie by 10. You’ve always handle your alcohol better than her, but a shot every two minutes will do anyone in.
The three of you talk aimlessly, somewhat of an unresolved tension between Jennie and Taehyung that is impossible to avoid until you get some more alcohol in you. You’re about four shots of Jose Cuervo in and sipping on some type of seltzer when your phone buzzes in your hand.
[9:46 PM Namjoon] hey, wrud tonight
[9:46 PM You] at a friend’s place tonight, wbu
Your eyes are having trouble to focus as the alcohol begins to settle in your system. You remember vividly how you barely had any food today and you know you should stop drinking otherwise you might puke everywhere.
[9:48 PM Namjoon] damn, missing you. I believe you still owe me a rain check
You laugh at your phone.
[9:48 PM You] soon, I promise lol
“Jungkook! Fuck yes my brother!”
You instantly look up from your phone and see Jungkook walking through the front door, a case of beer in one hand and a brown bag in the other. He smiles as he sets down the case and bag of liquor as his brothers crowd around him to grab a can.
Do you go up to him? Yes, are you, stupid? But shouldn’t he look for you? What are you twelve?
Your internal monologue is interrupted when Taehyung pulls you over to Jungkook with a small push.
“Hey Y/N,” Jungkook smiles, grabbing a beer for himself. He’s wearing a hat to cover his forehead.
“Hi,” you smile and he gives you a small, somewhat awkward hug.
“Glad you could make it,” he says, the bruises on his face from the other day already looking a lot better.
“I was not going to spend my Friday night at the restaurant,” you laugh, trying intensely to focus on his face and not zone in and out as you tend to do drunkenly.
“Jennie here?” He asks.
“Yeah, she’s uh,” you pause, actually not knowing where she went. “Oh, she’s playing pong with Taehyung.”
“Come on then,” he reaches out his hand, “Let’s play with them.”
“Jungkook I’m terrible, you know that—“
“I never said you were good, but for old times sake?” His brown eyes bore into yours and you give in, nodding your head and settling your hand into his. His hands are warm—always have been. Slightly rough and calloused but smooth—what the fuck, stop it!
The four of you, girls verses boys, start a new game of pong and you’re sure Jennie is just as bad as you. That’s evident when Jungkook and Taehyung lob four in, one after another. You’re lucky you get one in their cups. Jennie, too drunk at this point, can’t even throw straight. The whole sight is very funny as the four of you laugh like you’re the only ones in the room.
“Come on Y/N!” Taehyung yells, “I knew you were ass but really?!”
“Me! What about her!” You defend yourself as Jennie throws a ball at Jungkook’s head.
“At least Y/N can aim!” Jungkook laughs, defending you as well, rubbing his head from the plastic impact.
The game ends with Jungkook calling island and you don’t even care at this point. Pong was and never will be your favorite. Flip cup was your speciality and even Taehyung knew that. You find yourself sitting with Jungkook on their couch, legs tucked underneath you, watching at Taehyung and Jennie take on another round of pong with Jackson—a fraternity brother—and his long time girlfriend—Mina, maybe?
“Are you even drunk right now?” You deadpan Jungkook with your eyes and he gives you a small smile.
“Nah,” he says, “You are though,” he says pointedly drinking from his beer.
“Hey—“ you point, “Only a little,” you whisper close to his ear and he laughs at you again. “You sir, need to drink.”
Jungkook shakes his head before standing up, your eyes following up his jeans to his t-shirt clad chest. Has he always looked like this? You grab onto his extended hand and he leads you away from everyone and your heart rate quickens. Where are you going? What’s he doing?
To your relief, he takes to the small outside balcony, sliding the door nearly closed as you step out. There’s two other people out here smoking cigarettes that greet you and Jungkook curiously. You have seen these boys before, but you know they don’t recognize you. They obviously think you’re some random girl Jungkook has invited but—if they only knew.
The fresh air feels nice, but you can feel a chill running down your spine and you watch Jungkook’s frame go to a dark corner of the balcony, bending down to pick something off the ground.
“What are you doing?” You ask him and he turns back to you and you send some interesting paraphernalia in his hands.
“Not in a drinking mood tonight,” he says, his eyes leaving yours before focusing on the small glass bowl in his hands. He starts to pack it and you’re watching his every move closely. You never knew Jungkook to be a stoner, but the way he packs it quickly and begins to light it, tells you otherwise. He inhales through the end of the bowl deeply, exhaling once, before quickly taking another hit.
“Goddamn,” you laugh and he starts to cough a little bit, a small laugh coming from him.
Jungkook begins to walk back to the corner before you grab his shirt to pull him back.
“You heard of sharing is caring?” You say and he shakes his head.
“No, you’re drunk, you don’t need—“
“I want too,” you say. You hadn’t smoked in awhile, but you knew you could trust Jungkook. “Come on, I’m fine.”
Jungkook hesitates a little before he holds out the bowl. You take it and hold is securely between your lips. He lights the underside and you inhale deeply. The balcony begins to smell like weed, but it doesn’t bother you, it never has. You exhale and give him a small smile. He puts the illegal substances away and stands beside of you on the balcony.
“Alright, that will be five dollars,” he says and you turn to him, your mouth agape.
“Five dollars a hit? Kiss my ass,” you say and you suddenly begin to feel the effects of the marijuana, which makes you giggle a little too long.
“How was your day?” Jungkook asks you and you nearly feel like you could fall asleep.
“Exhausting,” you mumble, “I got like four hours of sleep last night and one of my professors had the audacity to tell me that my answer was wrong on my homework when literally five other people had the same answer and got it right. And then I had coffee as my meals and had a busting headache until I took the longest nap of my fucking life—“
“Slow down,” Jungkook interjects with a laugh, “Too much information that I’m not processing right now.”
You let out an “ugh” before saying, “I’ve had better days for sure.” You leave it at that. “What about you?”
He smiles before turning to you completely, “I’ve had better days, better weeks for sure.” He almost sounds annoyed now, like something is deeply bothering him.
You let a pause presume between the two of you, unsure of what to say. You know you shouldn’t bring it up, but you can’t help it. The bruises on his face, the cuts on his hands—you needed to know what happened to him. Despite your intoxicated state, you could form sentences and think pretty clearly and you weren’t letting Jungkook out of your sight without explaining himself.
“Jungkook,” you say in a whisper, looking around to see if the other guys had left. They had. “Are you gonna tell me what happened to your face?”
He looks down, almost embarrassed. “There was a fight on Tuesday,” he stops when you furrow your eyebrows at him.
“Tuesday?!” You half whisper, “What the hell are you doing fighting on a Tuesday? Jungkook you said—“
“It wasn’t an official fight Y/N,” he interrupts you, “I was fucking jumped with one of my friends,” he says and your eyes widen. You feel your head spinning and your mouth goes dry. From the weed, alcohol, or the conversation? You’re not sure.
“What?” You ask, worry filling your tone, “Jungkook what the fuck! You said you had this under control.”
“Keep your voice down!” He scolds, “I do have it under control, although you can’t really control when you get jumped.”
“W-why? Who would want—“
“His name is Eric. I beat him at the last real fight and I guess he’s a sore fucking loser. He wants a rematch and everything, said he was injured before the fight, so he sent some pussies to jump my friend Jimin and I.”
The information being taken in wasn’t something you wanted to hear. Was this stupid underground boxing that serious? And how stupid could Jungkook be to continue to do this?
“Well you’re not gonna fight him again,” you pause. He doesn’t look at you. “Are you?”
“There’s a lot of money on the line,” he says.
“Jungkook you’ve got to be joking.”
“I’m not Y/N,” he turns to you again, his body now closer than before. His knuckles gripping the railing are pale and cracked. “If I win this fight, I won’t need anymore money before the end of the year. Hell, I’ll probably even have some left over.”
“Okay? And?”
“Then I can be done with fighting,” he sounds genuine but insincere at the same time. This greatly improves your posture and you feel your heartbeat calming down.
“B-but I figured you would need more money? Your parents Jungkook?” You stumble over some of your words.
“Y/N you don’t understand the money within these things, it’s insane. Trust me, I’ll be set with money for awhile. I just have to win that fight…”
You want to protest him. Tell him he shouldn’t do it, that he should find a normal job, get away from that stuff—but you stay silent. Jungkook always will be as stubborn as you and he seems to have made up his mind about this fighting stuff awhile ago. At the end of the day, whatever happens to him, isn’t necessarily your business.
“You know I’ll never agree with this,” you shake your head, looking down at Jungkook’s hands. They’ve relaxed against the railing and time has slowed down significantly. Every blink of your eyes seem to last 5 seconds and Jungkook could say the same thing.
“I know,” Jungkook steps towards you, overlapping one of his hands with yours, “But like I said, I trust you and you should trust me,” he almost sounds desperate. “Look at me,” he whispers and you slowly turn your head up. Your noses are nearly touching and you can smell him, your vision clouding in the dark.
“Do you trust me?” He asks quietly, licking his lips and you swallow, trying to find your breath.
You nod your head slowly, “Yes.”
You don’t know who leans in first, but when your lips meet, it’s like a siren goes off. The scene feels all too familiar. His lips are soft and they feel just like you remember. He’s gentle with you, his left hand holding your waist to pull you towards him, your bodies flush together. One of your hands finds their way to his hair and you pull him down closer to you. This feels good, really good—but isn’t this wrong? You two have just rekindled your relationship and you two didn’t even last four weeks before you two are snogging—the very reason your friendship became weird in the first place all those years ago.
You try to pull away, “Jungkook—“ he closes the gap once again and it’s like a drug—touch is like heroin in your veins. Both of you are hungry—hungry for each other. You’re not sure when, but you find yourself backed into the wall of the dark-side of the balcony. The door isn’t in view so anyone inside couldn’t see what was going on right now thank god.
“Y/N,” the groan sends your body into overdrive and he begins to trail his lips down your neck and you’ve pulled him so close to you there is barely room to breathe. It’s gotta be the alcohol—or the weed—or just Jungkook—but you’ve never wanted anyone more in your life. You squeeze your thighs together to find some unrelieved friction and Jungkook senses what you’re doing. He stops you, forcing is own leg between your crotch and you subtly moan.
“Fuck, shh,” Jungkook scolds and it makes you laugh as you check if anyone is coming to the door.
“Jungkook,” you whisper and he closes the gap between you again, covering your mouth gently and you genuinely feel butterflies in your stomach. Jungkook’s hand trails from your waist down to the front of you jeans and you pull away suddenly, “Jungkook w-what are you doing?!”
“Do you want me to do this?” He sounds mischievous as he pops open the button to your pants and you can safely say you never thought you would be in this situation with Jeon Jungkook of all people, but you are not about to stop him.
You kiss him this time, pulling on his hair, eliciting another delicious groan from him. His hand makes it way to your center and you shiver in the cold, his hands warm against your underwear. He rubs you through the material, once, twice, three times before he moves aside the fabric—the wetness covering his fingers instantly. You look towards the door again nervous that someone might walk out here and see the two of you compromised—you would die. Especially if it was Taehyung or Jennie.
“Quiet, alright?” Jungkook whispers and you nod biting your lip as he enters a finger into you. You close your eyes, mouth falling open. Your breathing picks up as he enters a second digit. His fingers are long and calloused as you noticed before but it feels so good. He brings one of your legs around his waist so he can get deeper into your center and a small, squeaky moan escapes from your mouth. Jungkook shuts you up by kissing you again and he begins to move his fingers in and out, curling them in all the right places, sending you into a silent mess.
You and Jungkook shouldn’t be doing this—not here, not right now, not ever. But you’re not doing anything to stop it. Neither is he. Is this suppose to be happening then? No—definitely yes. Wait, what? Your brain is so foggy you can’t even think straight.
Jungkook has added a third finger and it’s becoming harder and harder to stay quiet. Jungkook’s face in the crook of your neck, your neck in his—it’s all a little too intimate but it’s hot and heavy and it feels so good. Jungkook begins to use his thumb to find your clit, which he does with no problem—rubbing there and still moving in and out of you. Goddamn, he knows what he is doing.
“Jungkook, I’m gonna—“
“Shh,” he says, “Bite me, anywhere,” he says and you do as he says, your teeth clamping down onto his shoulder as you feel yourself falling off the edge. Your orgasm comes in a huge wave and it’s one of the best you’ve had in a long time—your body is shaking and you whimper into his shoulder, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Jungkook lets you finish before he pulls his hand out of your pants, letting your leg drop. You two stare at each other for a couple seconds, unsure of what to do now. You knew that Jungkook was hard in his pants but you weren’t sure if he wanted you to do anything about it. Should you ask? No that’s fucking weird. Well it’s fucking weird you just let your best friend of a billion years to give you one of the best orgasms of your life.
“Um,” he speaks first, “We should go back inside,” he says.
You nod, “Yeah, we should.”
You follow closely behind him as he slides the door open and you step back into the much warmer apartment.
“Y/N! Jungkook! What were you guys doing?!” Jennie pops out of nowhere until she steps back, “Fuck never mind, I can smell it,” she laughs, her eyes looking between the two of you. “What’s wrong with you two? Are you fighting again? Jesus fucking—“
“No, we’re fine, just high,” Jungkook gives her a reassuring smile and she nods absentmindedly. She is very drunk and then two of you might have to go home sooner than later.
“I need to call an Uber,” you say grabbing your phone from your pocket.
“I can drive you guys if you want,” Jungkook offers and you narrow your eyes at him.
“Absolutely not, you’re high.” You say pulling up the app on your phone.
“I’ve driven high before it’s not—“
“Jungkook, no,” you somewhat snap at him. This kid really knows how to grind your gears. “Thanks for inviting us, I just don’t want Jennie to do something she regrets tomorrow morning.” You try your best to lighten to mood but it’s not helping. As much progress as you and Jungkook had made the past few weeks, that all feels gone now. There’s heaviness with you and him and you hate it.
“Just let me know when you make it home?” Jungkook’s eyes are hard to read. He looks worried, anxious, high obviously, and other potential obscurities.
“I will, I promise,” you give him a smile and he returns one weakly. You look over your shoulder to find Jennie practically draping herself all over Taehyung. Fuck. “Jennie! Come on! We’re leaving,” you stomp over to the two of them and Taehyung doesn’t seemed bothered by Jennie throwing herself at him at all. If anything, they both seem to like it. “Jennie, quit, he has a girlfriend. Taehyung, you have a girlfriend,” you narrow at the both of them.
Taehyung laughs very drunkenly, “You’re right, come on Jen,” Taehyung pushes her away slightly and she stumbles over her feet.
“Our Uber is almost here,” you tell her and she nods.
“Sounds good,” she gives you a thumbs up.
“Help me walk her Tae?” You ask and he nods.
As you and Taehyung have Jennie up around your shoulders, you look around the apartment to find Jungkook to tell him bye, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
_____
It had been exactly one week since you’ve seen Jungkook. Since he was fist deep into your vagina, pleasuring you with at least 20 people in the room next to you. It has also been the last time you spoke to him. He didn’t reach out for any tutoring this week which was odd—as the two of you set a schedule for it a few weeks back. You were worried. You knew you should reach out to him and talk about what happened—but something was holding you back. You didn’t want to talk over the phone. It had to be done in person and it just had to be done. You didn’t want to lose Jungkook a second time to another drunken mistake.
Mistake? Since when was it a mistake? Was it a mistake?
You had no idea.
It’s why you’ve found yourself at Jungkook’s apartment a week later, waiting for someone to open the door. You wait patiently and no one answers the door. You’re about to give up when a voice startles you.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?”
Taehyung appears to your left and you jump.
“Shit Taehyung,” you hold a hand over your chest, “I’m sorry, I-I was just wondering if Jungkook was home?”
Taehyung adjusts his backpack. He must be getting back from class. “He’s probably at the gym.”
You nod slowly, “Alright, thank you.”
“No problem,” he says and you’re about to walk away and he stops you again, “Everything okay?”
You open your mouth and close it again, “Not sure,” you tell him honestly. He nods without another word, seeming to understand where you’re coming from.
If your assumptions were right, Jungkook would be at a gym about ten minutes from campus, one he frequented as a freshman all that time ago. You wanted everything to be okay, but now, you were sure you have done fucked it up once again.
The gym isn’t crowded and you don’t recognize any cars to be Jungkook’s so your mood begins to dampen as you walk towards the front door. The bell rings and you probably look like an idiot walking in with jeans and sandals, but your eyes ignore the stares as you try to find Jungkook. You walk through the gym towards the back, your neck craning each direction to find him. It smells of sweat and grit, something you haven’t done too much of lately. You’re about to give up until you reach the back, where a cracked door leads into another section of the gym. You open the crack slowly and the sounds of grunting and hard hits fill the room. You stop in your place as your eyes land on Jungkook, downing boxing gloves, a pair of shorts, and nothing else. You gulp.
He’s hitting a heavy bag hard and fast, his movements halting only for a split second before he strikes again. He’s dripping in sweat and you gulp again. Should you interrupt? He’s definitely not expecting you therefore you probably shouldn’t barge in but you’re already here, so what are you supposed to do?
“Come on Jungkook,” another man’s voice comes into play. You’ve never seen this guy with mint colored hair. “Throw a southpaw, let’s go!”
Jungkook’s stance quickly changes and he’s throwing his right arm and then uppercutting his left arm with all of his weight.
“Nice Jungkook,” the voice says again. Jungkook steps back with a smile on his face, looking behind him.
“Hey,” a different voice yells over and you stop to see who it is. A guy slightly shorter than Jungkook appears in the crack of the door, a wide smile across his face.
“Good news, fight is set,” the guy smiles, although his smile reads less than enthusiastic. You notice some bruising along this guys arms, a large scrap on the side of his face. This has to be Jimin, the other guy that was jumped with Jungkook.
“When is it?” Jungkook breathes heavily, his hair sticking to his forehead as he tries to push it back through his gloves.
“October thirteenth,” Jimin says, “A Friday.”
Jungkook laughs, “A fucking Friday the thirteenth? How cheesy could they get?”
You swallow harshly. October 13th was a less than three weeks away. You’re sure they are talking about the fight with the guy named Eric that Jungkook mentioned.
“I know right,” the nameless guy says, “But I’m sure you’ll kick his ass once again, waste of your time.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice Jimin,” Jungkook sounds annoyed and you’re starting to wonder if you should have came here at all.
“Come on, let’s do some more sets,” the other guy says says, patting Jungkook on the shoulder.
You take in a deep breath, hoping that this doesn’t backfire. You take your chance and open the door to the room as if you just showed up. Jungkook, Jimin, and the third guy turns to you.
“Y/N?” Jungkook asks, looking confused, “What are you doing here?”
You glance around the room awkwardly, “Uh, I-uh, went to your apartment to see you if you were a-and Taehyung said you were here, so,” you sound like a babbling idiot.
Jungkook’s eyes soften and it’s hard to not stare below his neck, but somehow you manage.
“Jimin, Yoongi this is Y/N,” Jungkook formally introduces you, “She’s a friend.” A friend. That hurt more than it should have.
“Hi,” Jimin gives you a sweet smile and he seems like a person Jungkook would automatically gravitate towards. Yoongi stays quiet. He’s definitely not someone you would strike as Jungkook’s friend.
“Sorry if I’m interrupting—I didn’t know…” you trail off, feeling more than awkward in this situation.
“No worries,” Jimin shakes his head, “We were almost done anyways.”
Jungkook’s eyes haven’t met yours since you’ve walked in. He’s staring at Jimin and knowing Jungkook, he’s going to try and leave as soon as he can.
“Wanna meet again tomorrow?” Jimin asks towards Jungkook as he packs up his bag on the floor.
“Yeah, sure,” Jungkook mutters, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. “I’m gonna stay here for a little longer though.”
“Alright,” Jimin says, “It was nice to meet you Y/N.”
You smile to him, “You too.”
Jimin and Yoongi leave the room and the silence is suffocating. You cross your arms around your chest feeling vulnerable and insecure. You look at Jungkook and he’s staring at you now. He looks away from you before turning back to the bag, lining up to strike it again.
“Jungkook,” your voice interrupts his chance to punch. He pauses with one more glance to your frame. You begin to walk closer to him wanting to get this over and done with. “What’s wrong with you?” You ask.
Jungkook looks down, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mutters and you nearly jump out of your body when he begins to strike the bag in quick, calculated motions. The bag moves backwards with each punch and his face tenses up, his mind clearly on one thing and one thing only. You exhale deeply, trying to stay calm. If that’s the way he’s going to play—you won’t keep your cool for long.
“Jungkook, stop,” you raise your voice over his movements and he suddenly quits, looking up at you again. “Don’t do this right now,” you say stepping closer to him again.
“What do you want Y/N, I’m busy alright,” he scoffs, stepping away from the bag, turning fully to you. You wish he didn’t look good drenched in sweat but it was hard to stay focused when he was looking like that.
“You know exactly what I want. You haven’t spoken to me in a fucking week Jungkook,” your words are fiery despite your cool demeanor.
“Is that really that big of an issue? We barely spoke for two years until recently,” he sounds annoyed, but also timid—you can sense something is bothering him.
You frown, “Yeah until recently because I thought we moved past that.”
He doesn’t say anything. And that’s what boils your blood. Tears are threatening to spill from your eyes—not from sadness, but frustration.
“So is that it? I let you finger fuck me and now I don’t mean anything to you anymore?” Your words are seething and once you say this, Jungkook’s face softens that slightest bit.
“What? No Y/N—“
“Then what the fuck is wrong with you? What have I done?!” It takes all of you not to breakdown right there. You just got Jungkook back. You couldn’t lose him a second time.
“Y/N listen,” Jungkook takes off his boxing gloves, throwing them in the floor, “You haven’t done anything alright. It’s just—complicated,” he shakes his head, stepping closer to you. He tries to grab one of your hands but you pull away from him.
“No, no you don’t get to do that,” you say, “What happened to communicating Jungkook? Wasn’t that our issue all that time ago?”
He looks down and back up. You really wish he would put a shirt on. “I know, I know…” he wanders off, “If I could tell you I would, but I’m just under a lot of stress right now and—“
“Then tell me what’s wrong,” you don’t want to interrupt him, but you feel like you two are going in an endless circle. Jungkook steps towards you once again and this time you don’t back away from him.
“Look, I’m sorry alright. I shouldn’t have cut you off this past week—I just thought it would clear my head,” he says. With hesitation, he grabs your wrists gently, “That was stupid I get that okay? I’m sorry, especially after… what happened,” he says and you can tell he means it. Jungkook is a genuine person, you can’t argue that.
Your face warms up and you feel almost embarrassed. Were you overreacting?
“I just don’t understand,” you mutter, “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions but Jungkook, you’re worrying me. I don’t know what’s going on with us and this whole boxing thing is keeping me awake at night.”
He intertwines your fingers together and it’s comforting. Comfort you’ve been missing ever since a week ago. “Y/N, please just trust me okay? If I can get through these next few weeks I’m set and I promise you don’t have to worry about me anymore.”
“How can you promise that?” You look up fully at him and you’re a lot closer than moments ago.
“I don’t to make promises I can’t keep.”
You sure hoped he was right.
_____
Two weeks have gone by since your talk with Jungkook in the gym. He had resumed talking to you normally, although there was still something off about him. Then again, there was something off with you too. The intimate situation the two of you found yourself in a few weeks back, still hadn’t been fully discussed and it bothered you like no other. It bothered you because you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want it to happen again—or even further. Fuck, you shouldn’t be thinking about Jungkook like this. But don’t you have a right to? Jesus you were so confused. It’s why you have found yourself at Beta Tau Sigma once again on a Saturday night, Jennie already lost in tow somewhere, and you’re standing with Namjoon. Even though your mind was clouded with Jungkook, Namjoon was good company at keeping you distracted.
“What’s up with you lately?” Namjoon asks handing you another drink. You furrow your brows before taking a sip. Your face scrunches up at the taste—not the best.
“What do you mean?” You ask.
Namjoon gives you a straight smile, “Don’t play stupid,” he says. You don’t even try to make up a lie. Namjoon is too smart for that.
“I don’t know, Joon,” you sigh, “I’ve just been going through a lot lately I guess,” you mutter over the loud music.
“I get it,” he says, “Wanna talk about it?”
You’re about to answer him when you suddenly spot a familiar head of dark brown hair across the room. It’s Jungkook and he’s with a girl—you recognize her from somewhere. She’s standing in front of him and he’s smirking down at her and says something that makes her laugh. Then you know where you’ve seen her before—the bathroom girl. Fuck her, you don’t even realize you roll your eyes.
Namjoon laughs, “Whoa, what was that for?” He raises an eyebrow at you.
“W-what?” You look back to him and he follows where your eyes had been.
“Looking at Jungkook, eh?” He smirks, “Something going on between you two?”
You shake your head immediately, “No. Absolutely not.”
You didn’t know if that was a lie or not. Sure, Jungkook and you may have swapped some bodily fluids recently, but nothing else. You were also keeping a secret of his, one that if Namjoon found out about—would have him kicked out of the frat faster than he could blink. You glance back over to Jungkook one more time and find his eyes scanning the room. They land on you within 5 seconds and he shifts uncomfortably in front of bathroom girl.
“You sure?” Namjoon finds this situation funny. You don’t.
“Shut up,” you push on his chest slightly and he grabs your hand, pulling you towards him.
“Oh I can make you shut up,” he mumbles and you laugh as he closes the distance between the two of you. Namjoon’s lips are always soft and plump but that doesn’t mean he is always the most gentle. Namjoon is rough and sometimes—it’s just what you need. Jungkook’s lips on—
You pull away quickly from him. What the fuck?
“You okay?” He asks with concern.
You nod your head, “Yeah, I, just uh need some air,” you say. It was true—your head was now spinning and the alcohol wasn’t helping. You couldn’t believe you thought of Jungkook when kissing Namjoon.
“Alright, I’ll be by the bar.”
You leave Namjoon’s side and push your way through the hoards of people and loud music. You spot a door towards the back of the kitchen and use that as your opportunity. The air is cool but crisp. Just what you needed. There’s quite a few people outside surrounding a large bonfire keeping warm. You relax against the porch railings, staring aimlessly at the ground beneath you. You pour your drink out, knowing you don’t need to drink anymore of it. You nearly shit yourself when a voice comes up directly behind you.
“Y/N.”
You whip around, clutching your chest. “Jesus Christ Jungkook,” you say. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, a large flannel and sweatshirt covering his torso. He approaches you hastily and you don’t take your eyes off of his.
“I didn’t know you were coming tonight,” he says, obviously trying to make small talk.
“I didn’t either until Namjoon asked me this evening,” you say and you instantly regret bringing up his name. Jungkook stiffens.
“Still good friends with him I see,” he bites his lip nervously, looking over to the bonfire. You squint your eyes at him. He sounds off and annoyed.
“I see you’re still friends with bathroom girl,” you shoot back. You’re not even drunk, barely tipsy, but the thought of Jungkook being annoyed at you and Namjoon nearly sends you. At least you know Namjoon well—the only Jungkook knows about that girl is her fucking mouth.
“Gotta an issue with that?” He runs his tongue against his mouth and he looks at your from the side.
You turn to him and this feels all too familiar. “Yeah, actually I do.”
“Well, I have an issue kissing Namjoon in front of me—are we even?” He cocks his head to the side and you’ve never felt more annoyed yet turned on at the same time.
“Whatever,” you brush him off running a hand through your hair, turning back to your front staring at the fire. “Last time I checked I don’t take orders from you.”
“I know,” he says and you feel him push his body against your side. Your breathing instantly picks up and you bite the inside of your cheek to steady yourself. One of Jungkook’s hands finds its way to your shoulder, trailing it down to your elbow, then pushing it through the crack of your arm to settle on your waist.
“Jungkook,” you say quietly, not wanting to bring any attention to the two of you. Jungkook’s head leans down, his temple brushing against yours. His hand rubs gentle circles on your waist and you inhale his scent deeply. Fuck. “Jungkook… are you drunk?”
He shakes his head, “No, are you?” You believe him. He doesn’t smell like alcohol nor does he seem tipsy.
“No,” you say. Jungkook pulls you impossibly closer to him and your throat feels like its closing up.
“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asks and you turn your head up, your noses brushing together. What? When has he ever been this upfront? You hesitate to answer but soon nod slowly—just once—you needed to feel it again—just once again. He closes the gap between you and you nearly melt into him. One of your hands grabs his face gently, pulling him down to you. Your own hands find their way to his fluffy hair, entangling into the locks. He presses himself into you and you feel your heart beating out of your chest. You let out a small whine when he pulls on your lip with his teeth and it shakes you back to reality.
You pull away from him—your entire body on fire. He’s got you trapped against the railing and you don’t trust the old wood to support your weight much longer.
“Jungkook,” you whisper and you feel something hard pressing into your front and your throat goes dry.
“Come home with me,” he says, “Please.” Desperation. That’s what laces his tone and you’re sure your heart left from your chest. But—you know this isn’t a good idea. Blame it on being sober, but you’re not sure you should go there with Jungkook. Not right now at least. Your head was spinning and as much as you wanted to—you couldn’t.
“Jungkook,” your eyes focus on his chest, watching your hands grip his shirt gently. “I—We can’t, we shouldn’t,” you bite your lip nervously.
“Please Y/N,” he nuzzles his forehead into yours, his grip on your getting tighter, “I need you, please—“
“Jungkook, no,” you push him off of you carefully and he looks hurt and confused. “I’m sorry, I—I want to but—“
“But what?” Once again, he looks sad and maybe a little angry now? “II’m not Namjoon? Is that it?”
You shake your head, not able to find a good answer in your head. His hands drop from your side and so does your stomach. Without another glance at your frame, Jungkook walks away, pulling at the roots of his hair.
You get home alone that night. Fuck. You think you really may have messed up this time. No, Jungkook wasn’t Namjoon but Namjoon could never be Jungkook. The history the two of you have... god you were so confused. You’re not sure you’ve ever felt gravity pull you to someone more since recently, that someone being Jungkook. As confused as your feelings were, you cry some in your bed. You don’t sleep that night, worried that whatever wedge is driving itself between you and Jungkook again—won’t be fixable this time.
_____
Jungkook, maybe much not to your surprise, cuts you off again the next week. You haven’t spoken or seen him since the party. Since he wanted you to go home with him and you nearly did, but thankfully you used your head some. You missed seeing his face dearly and missed his smile even more. When did things get so complicated with you and him? Ever since fucking graduation in high school—nothing has been the same. It’s been years and years and it’s something you’ve never gotten over. The more you think about it, the obvious reasons begin to show. Maybe Jungkook means more to you than you thought? Maybe he wasn’t just supposed to be your best friend? What if you two had been destined for something else all this time? Or maybe you weren’t meant to be friends at all?
Your thoughts are interrupted when a familiar face walks into your shift at the diner. Taehyung is by himself, his backpack thrown lazily over one of his shoulders. He looks tired, but just like you, getting through the day. His eyes meet yours and give him a small smile.
“Sit wherever,” you tell him and he decides to sit along the bar, sitting across from where you stand.
“Good evening,” he gives you a small smile, running a hand over his face.
“Hey Tae,” you breathe out, handing him a menu. He holds up his hand, not wanting it.
“Just get me a latte, extra espresso please,” he says and you nod.
“Coming right up.”
It doesn’t even take you a minute to make lattes now. The process has become so familiar it’s become second nature. Mainly due to your own obsession with lattes and your determination to perfect them yourself. You top the mug off with some foam before sliding it over to Taehyung. He doesn’t wait for it to cool before taking a big gulp.
“Rough day?” You ask, leaning forward on your elbows.
“You don’t even know,” he grumbles, “I had a quiz in my hardest class today that I didn’t know about, therefore didn’t study for,” he pauses, “I had to pick up all the slack on a group project that’s due on Saturday and then I have had to deal with Jungkook’s dumbass all week and he was at his worst this morning,” he rolls his eyes.
The mention of Jungkook makes your heart flutter yet stomach feel nauseated, “What’s wrong with Jungkook?”
Taehyung raises an eyebrow at you, “Don’t you know?”
“Um… he hasn’t talked to me in a week,” you look down at your hands, your mouth dry.
“Jesus fuck,” Taehyung groans, “No wonder he’s been in such a fucking mood. What did he do?”
You weren’t sure how to go about your answer. Um, yeah, so like Jungkook wanted me to go home with him to have sex and I did too and I didn’t and I don’t know why. Sounds great.
“It wasn’t him. It was me,” you pause, “He asked me to go home with him.”
Taehyung’s eyes widen slightly, a small smirk on his face, “Did you?”
You shake your head, “No, I couldn’t bring myself to. I wanted to but…” you trail off, slightly embarrassed to be telling Taehyung this.
“Goddammit,” he nearly laughs, “No wonder he’s pissy. Between you and tomorrow, kid’s got his work cut out.” You pick up Taehyung joking around but you still furrow your eyebrows.
“What’s tomorrow?” You ask.
“The 13th. Did he not tell you?” Fuck. His fight. Without talking to Jungkook everyday, you had forgotten about the fight.
“He mentioned it.”
“Are you going?” The question catches you off guard.
“What, oh no,” you shake your head, “No, he didn’t ask and I don’t think that’s something I wanna see anyways.”
“Trust me, he wants you there,” he says, “He’s just being a dick.”
“He’s got a funny way of showing it,” you snap. “Every time something happens between us… he shuts me off. I don’t fucking get it.”
“Y/N he does this to everyone when he’s stressed,” Taehyung pauses, “Especially since, you know,” he shrugs. The fights.
You nod, “I get it,” you slump, “It’s still frustrating.”
“You don’t have to tell me that—at least you don’t live with him,” he gives you a laugh and you send a smile in return.
“How do you feel about it?” You ask him genuinely, “The boxing I mean…”
Taehyung squints his eyes briefly, “I think it’s stupid personally,” this answer warms your heart until he continues, “But if I was as good as Jungkook I would probably do it too. The money in these things are insane.”
You raise your eyebrows, “So I’ve heard.”
Taehyung nods before he gets a text on his phone. He reads it before smiling.
“Your girlfriend?” You probe curiously.
He clears his throat, “Uh, yeah,” he responds quickly before turning his phone over. “So, what exactly is going on between you two?”
“Uh, what do you mean?” You laugh sarcastically.
Taehyung deadpans his face, “You know what I mean. I know you guys have this weird chemistry, it’s obvious. Plus he hasn’t shut up about you since you started tutoring him. Y/N this, Y/N that… it’s disgusting.”
Did Jungkook really talk about you?
“Ask him, not me because I don’t even fucking know. I could tell you what Kim Namjoon and I are before I could define mine and Jungkook’s relationship.” You let out a laugh and other eye roll.
“I’m assuming you and hyung are… what do they say? Friends with…?”
“Yeah yeah whatever you wanna call it,” you swat your hand slightly embarrassed.
“Jungkook hates it you know,” he says, switching tones. “You and Namjoon.”
You slightly snort, “And why is that?” You could tell Jungkook didn’t like seeing you with Namjoon, even before last weekend after he voiced it.
“Because he knows Namjoon is the type of guy you’ve always wanted, not him.” This takes you completely off guard.
“Why would Jungkook care about that?” You furrow.
Taehyung shrugs, staying silent this time. You weren’t stupid—you knew what Taehyung was implying by saying what he said. It makes your stomach drop. Maybe Jungkook felt more for you than he supposed to as well?
“So are you gonna come tomorrow?” He asks.
“No Taehyung,” you say, “I don’t want to see Jungkook get the shit beat out of him.”
“Jungkook won’t get the shit beat out of him, I can promise you that.”
You eyes glance over to the door as a small group of people walk into the diner. You don’t say anything else to Taehyung as you walk over to greet them. You seat them and make your way back to Taehyung, but you can’t chat much longer as you now have a table to tend to.
“Listen Y/N,” Taehyung stops you before you can walk back over with menus for the group, “If you wanna come, just text me. Like I said Jungkook wants you there, whether he’s said so or not. Also, another latte please, you’re slacking woman.”
You swat him with the menus before walking away from him. Goddamn, these next 24 hours were going to be hell.
_____
You couldn’t remember the last time you were ever this nervous for someone aside from yourself in a very long time. You remember how nervous you were in high school when you got injured and Jennie had to double with a girl on the bench of the tennis team. You remember being nervous for your parents when you left for college. And now, you don’t ever recall a moment in your life where you have been this nervous for Jeon Jungkook of all people.
It was Friday at 3:43 PM and you day was slow but painless, and you had no official plans set for the evening. Taehyung had texted you, wondering if you wanted to hitch a ride along with him to the match. You had yet to answer him. His text mocking you from your screen and you wanted to pretend that you knew nothing of the boxing match but that was impossible.
[You 3:59 PM] What time should I be ready
You send the message before you could regret it and delete it. Jennie has yet to be home from going to the store and you would need a good, yet believable excuse for your absence tonight.
[Taehyung 4:00 PM] i’ll pick you up around 8
[You 4:00 PM] Sounds good. Have you spoken to Jungkook today?
[Taehyung 4:02 PM] no he’s been quiet all day. have you?
[You 4:02 PM] Nope
You don’t receive another text from him and you slump down on your couch. It had been nearing two full weeks since Jungkook had spoken to you. You felt like all of this was your fault, sending him mixed signals and unsure of your own feelings for him. From the secretive finger fuck to the gentle kiss you shared last week, Jungkook was on your mind 24/7—aside from taking exams of course—but he was all you could think about lately. Growing up, you obviously loved Jungkook and was practically glued to his hip, but even then you don’t recall thinking about him every single fucking second.
You pull at the roots of your hair and let out a frustrated groan. Maybe you should reach out? After all, without your initiation of friendship all those years ago, you wouldn’t be here now.
You pick up your phone and find Jungkook’s contact and before you can stop yourself, you tap the call button. Your hands are clammy and you know he probably won’t answer, but it’s worth a try. The line rings for about thirty seconds before it goes dead. That dumbass doesn’t even have voicemail set up.
Pissed off even more, you slam your phone against the coffee table and let out an exasperated ‘fuck’ before going to your room to take a nap. Fuck Jeon Jungkook, is the last thought you have before you drift off into sleep.
_____
Taehyung picked you up at 8:02, though you told Jennie it was Namjoon who picked you up and the two of you were having a night in. You think she believed it but left her before she could ask anymore questions.
“I just don’t fucking get it Taehyung, one second he’s fine and another he’s like a child throwing a fit,” you filled Taehyung in on how you tried to call him but to no avail.
“You don’t have to tell me how he is Y/N, I fucking live with the guy,” he groans from his drivers seat. “I just think he’s going through a lot right now… with school, his parents, the boxing, you… he’s never handle stress that well you know that.”
You let out a sigh, leaning against the window, “It’s just so frustrating trying to help him only to get cut off like this…”
Taehyung looks at you with an eyeful glance though you don’t notice. “Y/N, in his eyes you’ve cut him off too, you do realize that right?”
You furrow your eyebrows. “What? No I haven’t?”
“Come on the little brat can’t keep his mouth shut. I know what happened with you two a couple weeks ago,” he says. You don’t say anything, cheeks getting warm. “And the weeks before that on our fucking balcony—“
“Okay what then Tae!” You interrupt him, too embarrassed by the memory.
“Jungkook is trying Y/N,” he says with a hint of a smirk, “He thinks you’re rejecting him,” Taehyung says matter-of-factly.
“Rejecting? C’mon Taehyung you know that I—“
“I know that you and Jungkook like each other, even though neither one of you have said anything, Jennie says it too.”
You narrow your eyebrows at your friend. “I don’t know what I think about Jungkook okay?” You’re being honest. You know you like Jungkook… but you’re scared of what that entails for the future. You want Jungkook in your future, you just don’t know what the right path is.
Taehyung doesn’t say anything else as he pulls his car into a fairly full parking garage. It’s dimly lit and slightly freaks you out. Taehyung had to drive to the other side of the city to get here and you don’t recognize the neighborhood around.
“Stay close to me, alright?” Taehyung opened your door for you and you nod without any argument. You follow Taehyung out of the parking garage into the chilly air and you huddle by his side. The two of you walk down a couple streets before he turns down a dark, dimly lit alleyway.
“Taehyung what the fuck,” you whisper and come to a halt. His brown eyes bleed into yours despite the darkness and he takes your hand into his.
“It’s okay,” he says reassuringly, “I promise.”
You nod reluctantly and the you continue to walk down the alley, coming to a stop at the end where you spot the familiar face of Min Yoongi. He’s standing down a small flight of stairs beneath you two and he greets Taehyung with a stiff smile.
“Taehyung, what’s up,” he says, his eyes immediately looking over at you, “Y/N?”
You tighten your grip around Taehyung’s hand, Yoongi’s stare quite intimidating.
“She should be on Jungkook’s list.”
You stay quiet knowing Taehyung doing the talking is the best strategy. Yoongi looks down at a clipboard—old fashioned but effective you guess—before nodding.
“You guys are good. Hurry and find a seat, there’s a lot of people down here tonight.”
“You got it,” Taehyung gives him a small smile before you drag behind him down the stairs and enter through a heavy door. You already hear plenty of commotion as you enter a huge space a few feet from the door. Your eyes look around and you could see nearly a hundred people just in your line of sight.
“Holy shit,” Taehyung says.
“What?” You get nervous by his tone.
“I’ve never seen this many people here, goddamn.”
“Why are there so many people here?” You spot a large boxing ring, dead center of the room and your mouth goes dry.
“I guess people like rematches?” Taehyung raises an eyebrow at you.
“Where’s Jungkook?” You ask, noticing how some eyes are staring at you, making you shift uncomfortably in your boots.
“Probably in the locker rooms… wanna see him?” He asks.
You bite your lip. “Does he wanna see us?” You hope Taehyung says yes. It’s killing you inside not being able to see him, hear him.
“Guess we’ll find out, c’mon,” he smirks and you follow him closely. As you look around, you do notice people you somewhat recognize. Whether it’s from walking around on campus or some of your classes, all these faces are not too unfamiliar. Taehyung takes you away from the crowd of people, through another set of doors and down another hallway. With this much walking and standing, you would have worn something other than booties. You enter the “locker room” area and you suddenly feel queasy. What if Jungkook is mad that you’re here? What if he doesn’t want to see you after all? What if—
“Y/N?” Your thoughts are broken by a honey-like voice and you focus in on the source. Jungkook sits a few feet away from you and Taehyung, back leaning against a wall. He looks confused, but also pleasantly surprised. “What are you doing here?” He gets up and does the unexpected—he embraces you in a tight hug. You return it without a second though, holding him close to you. He pulls away from you after a few moments and gives Taehyung a small hug too.
“Hey,” you say shyly.
“How are you feeling?” Taehyung asks his friend and Jungkook shrugs.
“I’m alright.” Jungkook looks at you again. “I didn’t think you’d ever come to one of these,” he laughs awkwardly.
“Me either,” you say with no expression. As much as you wanted to be happy—you couldn’t. You were pissed at Jungkook for ignoring you and you were pissed that Jungkook was about to fight. You eye his frame, a white t shirt and navy sweatpants hang low on his hips. He looks calm, too calm for your liking.
“Will you give us a minute?” Jungkook suddenly turns to Taehyung and he nods glancing at you.
“I’ll get some seats.”
Taehyung leaves you and Jungkook alone and you nearly feel like crying. What the fuck is this mess?
“Y/N listen to me,” Jungkook says stepping towards you, “I’m so sorry about thess past two weeks. I-I’ve been a dick for no fucking reason and it’s not fair to you.”
You don’t say anything as you stand there with your arms crossed over your chest.
“Fuck I know I’m idiot and there’s no excuse… I’ve just been so stressed lately and you’re the best fucking part of my day—“
“Well why don’t you fucking act like it Jungkook? I’m sick of something happening between us and you acting like a I don’t exist for god knows what reason,” you raise your voice slightly.
“Y/N I,” he pauses, his hands finding their way to your shoulders, “I haven’t been honest with you and,” he pauses again and you feel your heart speed up. What’s he talking about? “I just wanna say—“
“Jungkook, you got five minutes,” the two of you turn to Park Jimin who seemed to come in at the wrong time.
“Fuck,” he says, “We’ll talk after okay?”
You nod hesitantly and before you can push yourself away from him, Jungkook places a kiss on your forehead and it makes your insides melt. Fuck, you meet his brown eyes, biting your lip nervously.
A revelation springs into your mind; you think you might love him. He pulls you in for another hug, though this is one much shorter as Jimin is ushering you out of the locker room in the blink of an eye.
As much as you wanted to be mad at Jungkook, those thoughts had quickly subsided and replaced with butterflies and nausea. Did you really love Jungkook? You always have, but the feeling in the pit of your heart is pulling you to a different type of love. You cared about him, sometimes even more than yourself. You’ve always wanted the best for him, even if that meant sacrificing your feelings in the process. Now you were stuck between a rock in a hard place, much like you were back in high school when you had a crush on Jungkook. Fuck. And now you have to watch him fight someone like dogs,
You shake yourself from your thoughts, as loud music flows through your ears and you look around for Taehyung. Luckily, his ashy hair color is easy to spot amongst the crowd and you push yourself to him, squeezing in between bodies and their chatter.
“My bet’s on Jeon,” a voice says.
“Fuck no, Eric isn’t gonna let the same guy beat him twice.”
You try to ignore the snide comments about Jungkook and when you get to Taehyung, he greets you with a smile.
“Hey, everything good?” He asks.
You lick you dry lips, “I don’t know,” you say honestly. Taehyung’s eyes drop and he nods.
Suddenly, all the lights go out in the venue and a roar of screams and cheers fills the void. You stay still, pressing your body close to Taehyung. It’s not that you feel unsafe, but this environment—it wasn’t for you at all. You heart rate quickens when a man, give a few years on your age, gets into the boxing ring before you, the crowd cheering even louder for him. He bumps a microphone with his palm before bringing it to his mouth.
“Welcome, welcome!” He beams with a smile, “What an outstanding turnout we have tonight! You guys choose a good one to watch because tonight is the rematch of two of the best fighters I’ve seen in a long time…”
“Let’s give a welcome to our first fighter, weighing in at 148 pounds, 5 foot 11, Jeon Jungkook!”
Being an underground fighting ring, there isn’t a posse escorting Jungkook to the ring. He’s got Jimin by his left side, Min Yoongi on the right. Jungkook is shirtless, wearing only a pair of navy shorts, black and white boxing gloves on his hands. He enters the ring with cheers and you inhale and exhale deeply. You look up at Taehyung and he gives you a nod of reassurance to calm down. Jungkook jumps around in place a few times, shaking his arms and shoulders out. From your seat, you can’t read his eyes or facial expression—but he looks calm and unnerved.
“Coming in next, weighing in at 145 pounds, 6 feet tall, Kim Eric!”
Jungkook’s opponent walks in next, three guys surrounding him. He walks slow and steady, his bare chest tattooed beautifully, his boxing gloves a dark red. He enters the ring to cheers and this Eric guy’s gaze doesn’t leave Jungkook’s body one time. Jungkook hasn’t spared one glance at the guy and you find yourself somewhat smiling. Jungkook has always been a cocky-fuck when it’s come to sports which would usually annoy you, but here right now—he looked hot as fuck standing there as if he had no care in the world. Jungkook stands on the left corner of the ring, sitting on a small stool as Jimin and Yoongi talk to him. Jungkook nods, absorbing their information. Eric and his guys do the same.
Suddenly, both men stand and Jimin is putting a mouth guard in Jungkook’s mouth and with one last nod, he finally looks over at Eric, who has already made his way to the center of the ring with the announcer. Jungkook stalks over slowly, his eyes dark and hungry.
“Alright guys, I want a clean fight. No kicking, no cheap shots. If you get knocked down, I give you ten seconds to get up. You look me in the eyes and say you’re good before anymore fighting happens alright. We go for five rounds, unless more is needed. A knockout wins. Touch gloves.”
Jungkook sticks out his gloves for Eric but Eric only stares at him, ignoring the sign of solidarity.
“Fuck you,” Eric says to Jungkook and sends a chill down your spine. Jungkook rolls his eyes, backing away from him, but stays silent.
“Alright… ready… fight!”
Time slows as a bell rings loudly, the cheers get even louder, and you find yourself gripping Taehyung’s arm for support. Jungkook starts to move around the ring slowly, but Eric isn’t having that—immediately rushing to Jungkook to get a few jabs in. Jungkook manages to dodge them perfectly before Eric can corner him. Jungkook keeps his gloves high and never looks away from Eric. Eric comes after Jungkook again, jabbing once—twice—the third time hitting Jungkook square in the face.
“Shit,” you breathe out, eyes widening.
This time, Jungkook comes for Eric, his jabs coming quick and calculated, landing Eric in the body once. Jungkook jabs again and hits him in the face. Eric moves around quickly, Jungkook not quick to follow him. Eric comes after him again, Jungkook blocking his jabs, but missing at the end, leading to Jungkook getting hit in the face once again as well as a body shot.
Eric is coming in hot, throwing punches and jabs left and right, making Jungkook dance around to dodge them. After a few moments, Jungkook begins to fight back, landing Eric square in the face twice. You notice that Jungkook must have busted Eric’s lip as blood now protrudes from his mouth. This seems to send Eric into overdrive and attacks Jungkook quick and fast. You cover your mouth when Eric has Jungkook trapped against the rope, landing body punches after body punches.
“Alright!! Enough, break it up!!” The announcer gets Eric off of Jungkook and Eric starts to laugh in a very showman's way. Jungkook is breathing heavy and he tilts his head—a habit of his that comes out when he’s frustrated or angry. This seems to be both.
Jungkook and Eric continue to throw jabs at one another. Within a few seconds, the whole fight seems to change as Eric manages to slip past one of Jungkook’s blocks and lands him straight on the cheekbone. Jungkook’s body almost freezes before he falls back on the floor and you gasp at the sight.
“Fuck! Taehyung—“
“He’s fine, he’s fine,” he says but his eyes never met yours.
The announcer is on the floor with Jungkook counting down from ten and Jungkook finally sits up when he reaches the number four.
“You good son?” The guy asks Jungkook.
He nods, “Yeah, let’s go.”
Jungkook gets up and walks around, stretching his neck around, waiting for the ref to announce the second round.
“That’s what you get motherfucker,” Eric says walking past him to his corner. Again, Jungkook says nothing before sitting down. Jimin takes out his mouth guard and lets Jungkook drink some water.
“Why is Jungkook letting him hit him like that?!” You ask Taehyung, looking up to him, “He’s getting his ass kicked!”
Taehyung shakes his head, “Jungkook’s smart Y/N… he’s trying to run Eric’s energy out. If Eric keeps swinging the way he right now, he’ll be passed out on his own soon.”
The second round commences and this time, it’s Jungkook who comes out fast. Jungkook soon has Eric trapped against the rope, landing jab after jab. The ref intervenes and lets them get some air. Jungkook’s skin is sweaty and red hot and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look as mad as he does right now.
Eric counters quickly, catching up with Jungkook again, landing punch after punch. Jungkook escapes but Eric sticks out a foot, causing Jungkook to trip. The whole crowd—yourself included—start to yell at the action. The referee pulls Eric back and points his finger at him. You can’t hear what he’s saying, but you know it’s a scolding by the way his mouth is moving quickly. You look over at Jungkook who shakes his head disapprovingly. He’s talking to Jimin as Yoongi cares to a cut on Jungkook’s eyebrow.
“He’s a fucking asshole,” you make out Jungkook saying.
The third round starts and it seems both Eric and Jungkook are equally fighting this time. Jungkook’s combinations are cleaner than Eric’s, anyone can see that, but the way Eric keeps landing in on Jungkook—makes you feel like this isn’t going to end well for him.
“Come on Jungkook!” You find yourself yelling in the chaos, your whole body shaking as Jungkook dances around the ring to get away from Eric. Eric has him trapped again, but with Jungkook’s strength, gets Eric off of him to turn the tables. There’s sweat and blood coming off both fighters and it’s got to be the most horrifying thing you’ve ever seen.
“Come on you little bitch,” Eric spits at Jungkook, “Is that all you’ve fucking got?”
Jungkook says nothing again, jabbing when he needs to.
“Fucking hell why won’t you speak to me you fucker?” Eric speaks again.
“I don’t have shit to say to you,” Jungkook finally retorts back. “You lost my respect when you sent those pussies to jump Park and I.”
Eric swings hard and Jungkook ducks, barely missing it by an inch. Eric is tired, Jungkook too, but Jungkook can see a weakness in him now.
“Come on it was all in good fun,” he says with a smirk, “You know what else would be good fun?”
Jungkook doesn’t say anything.
“Kicking your ass,” he pauses and before Jungkook can do anything else, Eric swings down hard, landing on Jungkook’s body knocking the breath out of him. Jungkook stumbles backwards, holding his stomach, he lands again on the ground with a clunk. Eric stands over him, before taking out his mouthpiece, “And stealing your bitch you invited tonight.”
“Goddammit,” you mutter watching the scene unfold in front of you. No one knows what they’re saying to each other over the noise and you honestly couldn’t care. You just want Jungkook to get up and finish this shit.
Jungkook stands up, though with a visible wince in his face. He’s breathing heavy and is filled with pure rage. The fourth bell rings and it doesn’t take long for Jungkook to attack him. Jungkook is fast and furious, landing punch after punch and you’ve never been happier for someone to get their ass kicked. Jungkook lands a punch straight across the face, causing Eric to stumble backwards. Even though you know nothing about boxing, Eric looks exhausted where Jungkook looks ready for more. With everything left in Eric, he starts coming after Jungkook. Jungkook blocks until he can’t block no more, but something in Jungkook’s stance changes. Jungkook steps forward, his right hand landing straight on Eric’s face cause his form to break. Jungkook steps quickly again, his left hand bringing an uppercut to Eric’s jaw.
The room nearly falls silent as Eric loses balance, going down straight on his back and head. When he hits the ground, the room erupts in a roar so loud it nearly deafens you.
“Holy shit!” Taehyung exclaims. The ref is down on the ground, counting down from 10, and then it’s at 5 and then 3 and then—
“Ladies and gentlemen, Jeon Jungkook wins this rematch!” The ref grabs Jungkook’s hand and holds it up over his head and you find yourself jumping up and down, pulling Taehyung down for a hug.
“Taehyung oh my fucking god!” You exclaim. He smiles brightly at you.
“I told you, he knows what he’s doing,” he says and you nod. You couldn’t deny it now—as stupid as Jungkook was for getting involved in this, his talent for the sport was extraordinary. “Come on, let’s get to his locker room,” Taehyung pulls you by your hand and you make your way back to where you were earlier.
Jungkook hasn’t arrived yet, but you find Yoongi already in there, setting out a first aid kit.
“Hey guys,” he says, “Great fight, huh?”
“Yeah, it was brilliant,” Taehyung says. The door opening catches your attention and Jungkook walks through with Jimin. Your eyes instantly meet and you can’t even stop yourself from running to him and throwing your arms around him. He exhales deeply with a sharp wince, returning your bone crushing grip with his own.
“Alright lovebirds, he needs to get fixed up,” Yoongi’s voice interrupts you two. You hesitantly let him go and he sits down in front of Yoongi, sitting forward on his knees. He’s still breathing heavy, dripping sweat everywhere.
“Fucking hell Jungkook, since when do you box southpaw?” Taehyung pushes his shoulder slightly and Jungkook only laughs as Yoongi wipes away the blood on his eyebrow.
“I’ve been working on it for awhile,” he says, “Just never had the right time to use it… until tonight at least,” he says giving you a glance. “Eric is all talk, no bite. I can’t fucking stand him.”
“Well, I don’t think you’ll be boxing him again anytime soon,” Jimin says, “He’s embarrassed himself twice now.”
“Yeah, agreed,” Yoongi chimes in, placing one of those bandaids that pull the skin together like stitches above Jungkook’s eyebrow. “No one will want to box you now knowing you can southpaw.”
Jungkook looks at you and you furrow your eyebrows at him. He said he wasn’t going to fight after this, but the way they are talking—it sounds as if he is.
“Well, I think my boxing career is probably over after tonight,” Jungkook speaks up as if he could read your mind. He tears his eyes away from you as the others look confused.
“What?!”
“Why?”
“Jungkook c’mon!”
“Guys,” he breathes out, “I made a promise, okay? Besides, I have enough money now, I don’t need anything else.”
Your features soften as you listen to his words. His promise was to you. A smile grows on your face as you watch his body calm down from his intensified state. Once Yoongi is finished, he packs everything up. The five of you talk amongst yourselves before Taehyung turns to you.
“You ready to go home?” He asks.
“I can take you home,” Jungkook says before you can answer.
“Okay,” you give him a small smile that he returns.
“Okay then, I’m gonna head out, I won’t be home tonight Jungkook,” he says.
“I know I know, at your girlfriends,” Jungkook swats his hand and Taehyung flips him off before leaving.
Jungkook stands up throwing on a shirt and slipping into Birkenstocks. “Come on,” he says to you, holding out his head. You gladly take it and it feels more like home than home ever has.
_____
“Fuck Jungkook, how much money is this?” You ask him as he hands you a white envelope as he unbuckles himself in the driver seat. The envelope is thick and you peak out of curiosity, your jaw dropping.
“I told you,” he says snatching it back from you, “As much food as I’ve bought you lately, hopefully this will last.”
You swat at his sarcastic comment before letting out a laugh. Instead of going home, you asked Jungkook to go anywhere but there. You’re parked outside of his apartment complex, which was fine with you. The two of you needed to talk. Not much talking goes on as a silence falls between you two.
“Y/N.”
“Jungkook.”
The two of you laugh as you speak at the same time.
“You first,” you say, turning your body to face him fully.
He takes a deep breath before speaking, “I know I said it earlier but I really am sorry about this past week. There’s not an excuse that justifies me acting like a complete dick to you, especially when you’ve been nothing but nice to me.”
You stay quiet, unsure of what to say.
“And when I said you’re the best part of my day… I fucking mean it. I’m sorry for coming onto you like I have, I just,” he doesn’t finish, his eyes looking everywhere but you.
“Jungkook,” you get his attention again, reaching over the console to grab his hand, “Don’t apologize for that. Yeah, you’ve been a dick each time something happens between us but that’s the apology I care about.”
“I just don’t know how to say it,” he mutters, caressing your hand gently.
“So you’re really not going to box anymore?” you inquire. Jungkook was good, more than good... it couldn’t be easy giving up on that.
He shakes his head, “No. I told you I didn’t want you worrying about me anymore. I keep my promises,” his smile his sweet and you swear your feel yourself melting more and more into his touch.
“Jungkook,” you let out a deep sigh, “I didn’t realize how much I needed you in my life until we became friends again. You know almost everything about me and I don’t want anyone else to ever take your place…”
It’s hanging there by a thread—the words on your tongue—and you’re not sure you can say them and they feel constricting—but you know you have to and—
“I love you,” the words come from your mouth and you feel like you could puke. “I don’t know when or why, but I’m in love with you Jungkook. You’re all I think about anymore and I don’t want anyone else when you’re right here.”
Jungkook parts his mouth, staring at you with a look you can’t read. Fuck, you fucked this up for sure.
“Shit—I know that was so rushed and stupid. Fuck I’m an idiot—“
“Y/N,” Jungkook’s voice interrupts you and you try to hide within your own body from embarrassment. With your hand of yours in his, he pulls on it, forcing you closer to him. You look at him wide eyed before he presses his lips against yours firmly. As usual, his lips feel so good and you melt into him. This is good right? What the hell is going on? You pull away from him after a few moments, an unsure look on your face.
He nuzzles his nose against your own before speaking, “I’ve wanted to tell you that since the night of our graduation.”
“Really?” You ask as you feel your palms sweat, heart racing.
He nods, “I’ve been in love with you for god knows how long now.”
A smile creeps upon your face and you let out a sigh of relief. Jungkook watches you with interest, tucking some of your hair behind your ear.
“I can take you home whenever,” he says quietly.
You’re quick to shake your head, “No, it’s okay… I can stay, if you want,” your voice trails off and you suddenly feel shy under his gaze.
You don’t notice how Jungkook bites his lip but he does say, “Yeah. Of course.”
_____
Jungkook’s apartment is how you remember it, though a lot quieter without Taehyung here. You’re sure the reason Jungkook’s apartment is spotless is because of him. He has always been clean and organized and Taehyung… well he was Taehyung.
“I’m gonna get in the shower, my room is in here if you wanna chill,” Jungkook says and you give him a small nod. He rids his shirt before he even closes the bathroom door and it makes you gulp. This is new territory for the both of you. The two of you just admitted your love for one another and you’re about to spend the night with Jungkook? And not in a friend way? Jesus Christ you could be tripping.
You walk into Jungkook’s room and it smells just like him. His bed is neatly made and his desk is sprawled with two computer monitors and some notebooks from school. His walls are decorated as you’d expect—a Korean flag hanging, a ‘Saturday’s Are For The Boys’ flag—typical—and a few Beta Tae Sigma plaques scattered. What catches your eye is a wall of neatly lined photos taped to the wall. You look around at all of them with a smile. Most of them are Jungkook and his frat brothers, Taehyung, a few of his older brother, there’s even a picture of you, him, Taehyung, and Jennie from high school. One that catches your eye the most is one of just you and him. It’s an old picture but the memories from that day flood your mind. It was from your first week of freshman year here at university. Both of your smiles are wide and you two are hugging each other’s frames closely. Jennie took the picture you remember. It makes you smile to yourself, butterflies entering in your stomach. Did you love Jungkook then and didn’t know it? The way you’re looking at him in the picture would say so.
You suddenly feel an urge to be close to him again. You’ve never been a ballsy person but as you look back at the bathroom door that’s closed, your desire to be touched again by Jungkook again overwhelms your senses. Closing your eyes briefly, you don’t need much more convincing before your stripping yourself of your jacket and shoes. You kick off your jeans and sweater, leaving you only in your undergarments. You tip toe to the bathroom, grabbing the handle, opening it easy.
The shower water is loud and there’s steam in the small quarters. Jungkook is humming to himself as you start to take off the rest of your clothing. With a deep breath, you grab the shower curtain, pulling it back. Jungkook’s back is facing you but he hears you instantly.
“Shit Y/N you scar—“ he stops mid sentence as he takes in your naked frame getting in the shower too.
“Hi,” you mumble meeting his eye contact.
“H-hey,” he nearly chokes on his own air, trying to keep his eyes up from your breasts.
“Scooch,” you smirk at him to move to get underneath the water too. He does as you say watching you curiously. You’re in the process of wetting your hair when his chest is pressed firmly against your back.
“This wasn’t expected,” he says into your ear, his hands moving to grip your waist from behind.
“You’re the one that wanted me to go home with you,” you say giving him an innocent glance over your shoulder. He laughs biting his lip, pressing them against the skin behind of your ear. You lean into the physical contact, feeling almost all of your stress go away instantly.
You spin around to look at him fully as it’s a frenzy whose mouth collides with whose. He leans down to grasp your lips in their entirety, pulling you closer to him than you ever have been. He pulls you away from the water so it doesn’t get in your face as he presses you against the shower wall. His tongue dips in and out of your mouth, his hands free roaming over your breasts and down to your ass, whatever he likes within the moment. Your hands grip his dark locks as he moves his mouth from your mouth, to your neck, down to your chest. He waste no time taking your right nipple in his mouth and you exhale deeply at the feeling.
You pull his face back to yours, kissing him again not able to get enough of his lips. His hands trail down from your ass to the front of your thighs, getting closer and closer to your wet center.
“Is this okay?” He asks as his fingers rub slowly back forth between your entrance. You can barely speak as his touch is setting you on fire but you manage to nod.
“Yes, please, Jungkook,” you say. He enters one finger, then another stretching you out nicely. Fuck you forgot how good this felt with him.
“Fuck you’re so wet,” he breathes heavily and you glance down at his hardening cock. Your mouth waters at the sight. Jungkook lifts one of your legs and starts to take his fingers in and out of you slowly and agonizing. He fingers you deep and rough and you can already feel a climax coming.
“Shit,” you croak out as Jungkook rubs one of your nipples, kissing your neck. There’s a pain at the back of your head at his force pushing you against the wall but it’s easy to ignore when it feels so good below your waist. “Jungkook, I’m gonna come,” you say as the snap inside of you is about to break.
“Come on baby,” his voice is deep and groggy. As if on cue, you feel your climax wash over you and you’re not shy to be loud. You know no one is here so it doesn’t bother you one bit. Jungkook kisses you against feverishly as he pulls his fingers from you. You feel impossibly empty but you know what you want to do and you’re not near anywhere tired. Your hands travel down to his front, grasping his hard dick in your hands. God, he’s so big.
“Oh fuck,” Jungkook seethes through his teeth as you pull on the sensitive skin, all the way from his pubic hair down to the tip. He places a hand beside of your head, leaning forward against your forehead. His eyes are shut tightly and you lick your lips, wanting to take him in your mouth.
You push him away from you slightly and move down to your knees, your face front and center with his beautiful dick. You take no time to put him in your mouth which causes Jungkook to groan loudly.
“Y/N,” he says looking down at you. He’s never seen a better sight. You make sure to keep eye contact as you bob your head up and down his shaft. While one of Jungkook’s hands stays against the wall, his other grips your hair, fisting it into a makeshift ponytail. “Oh fuck—He pulls on your hair and it only makes you want to please him more. Your left hand go to his balls, the right helping you up and down his length. He pulls your hair again and you take as much of him as you can. His tip reaches the back of your throat and you gag around his length and Jungkook thinks he could actually cry. Watching you through half open lids, he decides this isn’t how he is going to come—not tonight at least.
He grabs your hair and pulls you away from him and you’re slightly confused when he brings you to your feet.
“Come on, I need to be inside of you,” he says and you nod eagerly as he turns off the shower. He leads you out of the bathroom in a frenzy, pulling up into his bedroom. You shut the door behind you and he pins you against it, kissing you hard and deep.
Both of you are dripping wet but neither of you care to dry off as he carries you to his bed. You settle on his lap as his hands rest on your waist tightly. Your hands grip his face just as tight but you’re careful not to touch his injury above his brow. You couldn’t believe he was just fighting two hours ago—that seemed like forever ago compared to now. A lot can change in a short period of time and it makes you slightly chuckle against his mouth.
“What?” He breaks the kiss asking you with a hazy grin.
You shake your head, “Nothing,” you smile pushing his hair from his forehead. You liked seeing it. “I love you,” you repeat. And you probably won’t stop, ever.
“I love you too,” he says, “So much.”
“Let me ride you,” you whisper in his ear and his eyes light up like a child. “Are you clean?” You ask him.
He nods quickly, “You?” You nod in response and both of you feel excited and anxious.
You rub your hand against his length again and you hold it up as you adjust yourself to sit on him. As soon as his tip enters you, a shiver runs down your spine. As you sink yourself lower, groans come from both of your mouths, a deep moan erupting from you when you bottom out.
“Oh my god,” you breathe in and out to control yourself.
“Ride me baby,” he says and you start to move your hips against his. He fills up every inch of you and it feels so good. Your hips lift away from his and he chases them with his own thrusts. He kisses your neck as you throw your head back, your hands digging into his shoulders for leverage.
“Fuck Jungkook,” you say seeing stars in your eyes, “You feel so good,” you whine.
“You have no idea,” he says against your sticky skin, one of his hands bruising into your waist helping you ride him in a fluid motion. “Goddammit,” he says.
As you grind against him, your clit rubs against his pubic hair, sending your toes curling. He senses that you’ve found your sweet spot against him and places his thumb there instead to rub the sensitive bud.
You feel yourself inching closer and closer to a second climax when Jungkook stalls your motion.
“Lay on your stomach,” he breathes and you do as he says climbing off of him quickly. He doesn’t even give you time to get there all the way before he’s grabbing your hips to pull your ass to him. He slides right into you and you nearly scream into his mattress. Your hands grip the sheets as he fucks you deeper from behind. He smacks your ass once, twice sending a loud whine from your mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mutter trying to focus on Jungkook’s whines and small ministrations from his mouth. He reaches forward, rubbing your clit again and you want to die and go to heaven at the feeling. Neither of you try to be quiet anymore as you feel the second orgasm coming over you. You clench and unclench around Jungkook’s length as he stalls his thrusts to feel the action.
“Come inside of me,” you say, knowing both of you are clean and you have an IUD.
“Jesus,” he breathes, picking up his pace again chasing after his own high. As the sensitivity becomes too much, Jungkook finally lets go, coming deep inside of you. He holds your hips close against him, trying to deepen his climax as far as possible. The hot cum inside of you feels good and you moan at the feeling.
When Jungkook finishes completely in you, he pulls out with a sigh. You collapse against the bed, completely spent. Jungkook finds a clean rag in his pile of clean laundry and is quick to clean yourself and him up. You feel like you can barely move as Jungkook joins you in his bed. He turns you over to face him and he kisses you gently which you return happily.
“I love you,” he says for the third time tonight, kissing your nose.
“I love you too,” you entangling your legs together. The room is silent apart from your breathing and you’re about to go to sleep when he nudges you with his hand.
“Come on,” he says.
“What?” You ask.
“Let’s actually take a shower now since someone wouldn’t let me,” he eyes you with accusation.
You squint at him before flipping him off. “Fuck off.”
_____
The next morning you wake up with Jungkook hugging you from behind, his face nuzzeled in your hair. You have no clue what the time may be, but you since it’s early by the way the birds chirp out the window. You stretch out your arms as best as you could and try to move your legs, but it doesn’t work since Jungkook’s heavy legs are tangled with your own. You’re tempted to fall back asleep but when Jungkook moves behind you, you turn to see his ruckus. You’re met with his brown eyes and you jump slightly, not expecting to see him awake. Both of you let out the faintest of laughs, not saying anything.
Jungkook leans over and kisses your lips, “Good morning.” His voice is groggy and he shuts his eyes again as you fully turn your body to his.
“Good morning,” you respond, watching the way his chest rises and falls gently. “How’d you sleep?”
“Hmm, really good,” he mumbles. You are about to join him in closing your eyes again until a loud rumble comes from your belly. Jungkook laughs.
“Hungry much?”
“Starving,” you groan, “I didn’t eat dinner last night.”
“Why not?”
“I was too nervous before your match… I thought I would yak if I ate,” you answer. Stupid, you know, but it was your train of thought last night.
He opens his eyes again, “Let’s go to the diner for breakfast… employee discount.”
You glare at him, “Is that all I am to you? A fucking employee discount,” you say saracastically.
“And my girlfriend if that helps?” He raises an eyebrow. Your cheeks heat up and you smile.
“Welllll, since my boyfriend is rich now and gets a discount, I’m assuming he’s paying.”
He smirks, “Obviously.”
“Will you take me to my place so I can change? And then we’ll go?”
He nods, his hand caressing the side of your body, “As much as I wanna stay in bed, I could really go for pancakes right now.”
“Waffles are superior,” you remark.
He frowns with a disgusted face, “Get the fuck out of my bed you heathen.”
_____
Jungkook insisted on coming up to your apartment with you because he didn’t want to wait in the car, but you know he just wants to see you change in front of him. Boys are all the fucking same.
As you fumbled with the key, the door opens and whatever Jungkook is saying to you is suddenly drowned out when you see—
“Jennie?”
“Taehyung?”
The names leave yours and Jungkook’s mouth as you watch the scene in front of you. Jennie is sitting on the counter, Taehyung in between her legs with a coffee cup in hand. Could be worse but what the fuck is going on?!
“Shit,” Jennie says pushing away Taehyung. “Hey guys,” she smiles awkwardly. You and Jungkook look at each other confused before Jungkook speaks.
“Uh, Taehyung?” He asks and Taehyung is. as red as a tomato.
“Oh fuck,” Jennie mutters shaking her head. She looks at Taehyung for backup.
Taehyung pinches his nose before speaking, “Um… we’re dating.”
You and Jungkook have the same reaction as your mouth drops.
“Jennie is your secret girlfriend?” Jungkook asks.
“Surprise,” Jennie smiles again looking at you.
You look at Jungkook and shake your head at the four of you. What a fucking cliché.
The four of you go to breakfast together that morning and it’s like old times, just with a sprinkle of something new. As long as the four of you have known each other, you’ve always had each other’s backs. Even now, with you and Jungkook and Jennie and Taehyung—you know that would never change from here on out. Turns out, Jennie just thought her and Taehyung were friends with benefits, while Taehyung was telling everyone he had a girlfriend because he was that smitten with her. The four of you laugh at the situation at hand and you couldn’t believe everyone was back together... like this. As Jungkook’s pancakes and your waffles arrive, Jungkook’s beaming smile lighting the whole room you think to yourself—this is how it’s supposed to be.
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