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fair's fair | pervy!dbf!joel x f!reader

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pairing: pervy!dbf!joel x pervy!f!reader summary: [no outbreak] joel shoves you in his sweaty pits as a 'joke'. warnings: (18+ mdni) pervy!dbf!joel, age gap (early to mid 20s/38), somewhat mutual pining & sexual tension, joel in a wifebeater and jorts, reader has hair, smacking joel's ass like god intended, degradation, sweaty!joel, musk kink, armpit kink!!!, coming untouched, joel calls reader 'kiddo', 2 spanks, m!masturbation [no use of y/n] word count: 2.1k a/n: in another life, i'd be sorry for this fic. in this life, i am not. as always, a shoutout to the effervescent @lovesickonmybed for moodboard curation + creating this au. love to @seventeenpins for taking a glimpse at this + inspiring me. ty esquire team.... hooooly shit. pls suspend your disbelief if you can't come untouched we're here for a good time not a realistic one. btw you're all pussies for chickening out of the pit fics you 'planned' to write after this esquire photo fell into our laps /j

You awake to a rattling crash on the other side of the wall that you share with your dad’s combination garage/man cave. With an exaggerated groan, you peel yourself out of your creased sheets. Maybe the raccoons that have been terrorizing your garbage cans have finally broken into the garage. You’re still in your pajamas — a low-cut tank top and some bloomers that are entirely too short on you — when you rub the sleep from your eyes and shove your feet into your slippers to investigate.

The house is quieter than dust so early in the morning. Your dad’s out at work, and the rest of the neighborhood is just beginning to wake up. There’s the tstststststs of the Adler’s sprinkler system and the birds are chirping. In the mudroom, you snatch up a broom and wrap your fist around it. You listen through the paneling of the door for any hissing or scuttling, but hear nothing. You are not looking to get rabies today.

You poke your head out of the door, broom pointed at the ground like a staff. Immediately, you’re blinded by a slice of sunshine cutting through the very much open garage.

You’re about two seconds away from sprinting back inside to call 911 when you see the unkempt, sunkissed hair of none other than Joel Miller.

You set the broom gently back against the wall. Joel’s not a threat – at least not to anything but that traitor between your legs. He’s just your dad’s buddy; drinking buddy, fishing buddy, jack-of-all-trades buddy. He’s also no stranger to those borderline goo-goo eyes you give him. How could you not? He’s just so broad and muscled and God, you swear up and down that you stare more at his ass than anyone has ever stared at yours.

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, he’ll even give you shit about it. Bending over directly in your line of sight at block parties, ‘play wrestling’ with you on the dock by the lake whenever you jokingly call him an old man, or, in one very special instant, giving your ass a smack that sent you into an hours long tizzy.

You deserve to give him shit about it, too.

After all, he’s the one ferreting around in your dad’s garage in the wee hours of the morning. You pad into the garage, footsteps muffled by your slippers as you navigate around your dad’s pickup. You catch a better look at Joel when you pass the truck bed. And, for better or for worse, he’s dressed like a slut.

His ribbed white wifebeater stretches over his wide chest, grass stains scattered along the small of his back. Sweat darkens the hems of his shirt under his armpits, glistening and beading on the back of his neck, too. In true dad fashion, he even has on jorts. He’s bent over your dad’s tool bench, thumbing around an assortment of screwdrivers. His denim-covered ass sticks out. A smile spreads across your face.

You slip around the truck and take soft step after soft step until you’re right behind him. You can’t help but notice a cocktail of his pheromones and B.O. surrounding him. He must’ve been outside for a while now with all of the stains he’s accumulated on his shirt already. You keep your breathing muted so he can’t hear you as you reach out and — smack!

Joel shrieks, shooting upright. His head slams into the shelf overhead and a few bolts go toppling onto the concrete below. He cusses like a sailor as his hand goes up to rub the back of his head, nursing where a lump will probably be in a few hours time. Joel whips around to see you, smothering your giggles behind your hand. “You little shit,” he huffs, still scratching at his head. You don’t miss how his cheeks are firetruck red. “The fuck are ya doin’?”

“Me? The fuck are you doing, Miller? Stomping around my dad’s garage at, like, the asscrack of dawn–”

“Nine in the mornin’ ain’t the asscrack of dawn, sweetcheeks,” Joel says. Then, he holds up a set of pliers. “Mower shit the bed. I’m thinkin’ Sarah stole my pliers to make necklaces, but she hasn’t fessed up yet. Your pops said I could borrow his.” He stretches, giving you a long whiff of his scent. The groan he lets out stirs something in your stomach, much to your chagrin.

“I think the mower is the least of your worries,” you say, wrinkling your nose. “You reek. Shower shit the bed, too?”

“You try doin’ yard work in 90 degree heat, kiddo. See how much you smell like that strawberry raspberry peach whatever-the-fuck soap you’re usin’.”

You roll your eyes so hard you’re surprised you don’t see the back of your skull. “Rosemary eucalyptus,” you correct under your breath.

“Hmm, what was that?” Joel asks, tossing the pliers down onto the workbench. “Gotta speak up.”

“Rosemary eucalyptus,” you say. “But I bet you wouldn’t know. What do you use? 18 in 1?”

Joel grunts. “Real funny.” He takes a step closer to you, lips taut with a smirk. “How ‘bout you find out?”

You don’t have time to question what the hell he means – he just cups the back of your head with one of his wide palms and shoves your face directly into his closest sweaty pit. “Mmmmph!” you protest, mouth sealed shut against the thatch of hair that’s spattered across his skin. You hold your breath for as long as you can, but eventually, you’re forced to suck in a breath through your squished nose. His musk, sweet and just as sharp, fills your airways. Your clit all but jerks between your legs in humiliation, drawing a whine out of your throat.

Joel chuckles, ruffling your hair. It’s enough to make your thighs clench. “You’re a little freak, huh?” He presses harder on the back of your head, so much so that you almost get a mouthful of his underarm.

“Youuu dick!” you try to say without opening your mouth too far. It comes out muffled against his sweat-pearled skin. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to push him off of you.

Another wry chuckle comes from above. Joel bends his arm so that his elbow is wrapped around the back of your head, effectively trapping you in his funk. “Come on, huff ‘em. Practically fuckin’ asking for it earlier, all ‘a that mouthin’ off. So now you get a mouthful of my pits. Fair’s fair, kiddo.”

Embarrassment ribbons through your body, the kind that makes you leak into your panties against your will. Still looking for a way out, you squirm against his ironclad hold.

It’s only good for making him land a heavy-hitting slap across your ass. You yelp, a new wave of slick saturating the drenched gusset of your panties. You jump where you are, hips bucking into nothing – for escape or pressure, you’re not entirely sure. “Unless you wanna go over my knee instead?” Your face sears with humiliation.

Tentatively, you snuffle a bit against his pit, biting into your cheeks at his musk. It makes you cough a little bit – he’s been carrying the smell of cutting grass and his own sweat all morning.

“Yeah, thought so. But you can do better than that, sweetcheeks. I said huff, not fake an asthma attack.” You whimper, this time sucking in a longer breath. Here he is, holding you down, secure against his pit as you're left with no other option than to take what he gives you, when he gives it to you. All you can smell, feel, touch is just Joel, Joel, Joel. It makes you lightheaded.

Your clit is practically a kickdrum between your thighs, pulsing and doing more work than your head. You try to angle yourself so that you can rub your clit against Joel’s leg, but he puts a stop to that real quick. “Gettin’ all wound up just from being where ya belong, your pretty little face in my pit?” You mewl, reaching for Joel’s sides. You bunch your fists in the fabric of his wifebeater, and he allows it.

“Since you’re so eager to complain about it, how ‘bout you clean me up, huh?” He nudges his pit against your face again, and, confusedly, you furrow your brows. You can’t see much of him, but you do see the edge of his mouth tip up in satisfaction. “You got rocks for brains? Lick, kiddo.”

Hesitance drives the soft kitten lick of your tongue, swiping up and down across a very small portion of his pit. He loosens up on his grip on you, giving you the slightest bit more reign. You try to tell yourself that you’re scared of what he might do if you disappoint him, but hell if you don’t want this as much as he does, tongue, nose, face buried in his pits. Some sort of ultimate form of worship between the two of you.

You lave your tongue across his pit, eyes fluttering with each stroke. You swirl it in the crease of his arm, sucking his goddamn hairs clean with the fervor you’ve picked up. Enthused now, you bob your head up and down. Your clit responds, throbbing with a heartbeat of its own.

You’re panting, inhaling and exhaling him, lapping up his musk like a fucking dog, gone from reluctant to eager. Your clit twitches faster and faster, and you swear that arousal must be tacky on the insides of your thighs, leaking through your panties all over the front of your bloomers, but you can’t do anything about it. You can’t even grind against Joel – you can only slurp against his armpit, something like desperation having replaced all of your previous mortification from when he’d shoved you there in the first place.

You’re so preoccupied with pleasing him that you don’t even notice the thumping of your clit, picking up speed and pressure. Your body seizes in between your greedy little licks. You feel yourself weaken before you stiffen.

And maybe it’s the way Joel keeps groaning with each movement of your tongue. It could be how he exhales, “Kiddo,” in a raspy voice, both demeaning and endearing all at once. But in the end, it’s how he says, “Mmmm, such a good goddamn tongue. Bet it’d feel so good on my cock,” that breaks the dam between your legs.

You shudder, coming completely undone with little moans and whimpers in Joel’s arms without so much as a hand on your clit, just your face smothered in his pit. Drool runs down your lips and across your chin as you jerk and weaken in his grasp. If you weren’t so underwater, so far gone, you’d be able to hear him saying, “Fuck – whoa, whoa, whoa,” trying to stop you from falling on your ass in the middle of the garage. His hands card across your sides as he props you up against the workbench. Your vision blackens at the edges from the intensity of your orgasm, and you’re still coming, at least you think you are, when you blink yourself back to awareness. You’re wide-eyed, tears brimming at your waterline, incapacitated in a way that you didn’t know you could be.

“Holy shit,” you gasp when you finally fully come to, slumped over the workbench, still half-clinging to Joel. “Fuck.”

Joel looks stunned, looking you up and down as if he can’t get enough of you. His eyes land right between your thighs, where, sure enough, you’ve ruined your bloomers. You still feel like deadweight, and you struggle to stand upright. You’re not sure you’ve ever come so hard even with someone’s hands all over your. Joel’s glistening with even more sweat, and it’s impossible to miss the glaring bulge in his shorts. He clears his throat after a minute. “Oughta go get cleaned up before your daddy gets back for his lunch break, kiddo.”

You stumble upright, drenched in sweat yourself now, Joel’s lingering scent still pervading every breath you take. “Y-yeah,” you manage, nodding. You feel out of your own body, stumbling towards the door. You’re so wet that you can feel it with every goddamn step. Fuck Joel Miller, cocky piece of sh–

You’re immediately returned to your own body by the resounding swat Joel lands on your ass. You jump, shooting a glare over your shoulder. He puts his hands up, pleading innocence.

You’re not surprised when you crawl out of your shower, smelling of rosemary eucalyptus and dripping water all over the floor, only to see Joel’s mower abandoned in the middle of his yard. Even worse, you aren’t surprised in the slightest when you squint through your bedroom window, Joel sprawled out across his bed, hips bucking in-time with his fist before catching your eye and spraying ropes of cum all over his abdomen.

You mouth at him through the window with a taunting little wink, Clean yourself up this time.

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Idol Competition

IU X Kang Seulgi

IU sits on the couch in her apartment, her phone in her hand. It's 9:55 am on a Monday. The fourth of December to be exact.

Five more minutes. She has five more minutes until her deadline. IU wonders if she is able to still pull it off. It's quite cold outside, so she expected her to not go through with it. But the other woman sounded more than confident.

Lee Ji-eun checks the chat history on her KakaoTalk app. No picture to proof her accomplished mission yet. IU smirks. Four minutes left.

Is this it? Is this going to be the moment she wins this competition? It has been going on for months now. The two women come up with new challenges almost every day.

Kang Seulgi had two days for this one. IU sees the six turn into a seven. Three more minutes. Even if she could do it in the cold, she would still need to find someone to do it with her. IU wonders who could be crazy enough.

But then again, it's Seulgi. She is a famous woman. And really pretty. There is no doubt that someone would say yes.

Two more minutes.

IU is already thinking about the prize. Although you could say that every mission was a prize itself already.

Her phone vibrates and Ji-eun sighs in disappointment. She clicks on the picture Kang Seulgi send her just now.

The younger woman is kneeling on a blanket. It's visibility windy, her hair flying in all directions behind her. The waves of the ocean are captured on the left side of the picture.

It could have been a normal picture of a woman on a beach. Except for the fact that Seulgi is completely naked. And that it looks like she just good a facial.

IU zooms in on her face. She licks her lips as she sees how well someone came on her competitor's face.

Seulgi is smiling into the camera, hands behind her back, pushing her tits a little forward.

"How often did you get caught?"

IU bites one of her nails as she sees the notification that Seulgi is typing a response.

"Twice. The second guy even stayed and watched while I got my face fucked."

IU moans at the thought. She remembers the challenge from two weeks ago.

Seulgi made her go shopping without her credit card. When she wanted to buy something, she had to convince the seller with something else. It didn't matter if it was a man or a woman, IU did her best to buy as much as she could. In the end, she got caught by a young couple in the isle of some store, her face a mess while the seller was abusing her throat.

"Was it very cold?"

"It was alright. Sex makes you warm real quick."

IU chuckles at Seulgi's message.

"Do you already have something in mind for me? Or do I need to wait?"

Ji-eun's eyes widen when she sees Seulgi's next text.

"Go to SSHS."

That's Seoul Science High School.

"Find a student who is younger than 20 and give him the best school day of his life."

IU can't help but let her hand slide underneath her shorts. Being over thirty years old already, she recently discovered that this is somewhat a new kink of hers. Younger guys who are almost half her age. Legal of course, but young. This could be her chance to freely enjoy this kink of hers.

"Deal."

"You've only today. Should be a piece of cake for a slut like you."

"I love you too."

IU teases her back, before getting off the couch. What to wear for her visit to high school?

Ji-eun walks towards her closet. Should she dress up as a teacher? Or a student?

She can feel how wet these thoughts make her pussy. The idea of letting some young man fuck her, forces IU to move her hand back into her shorts. She let's herself sink into her bed, while looking at the opened closet. Her head falls back as she starts to finger herself.

IU nervously looks around, before reaching inside the bookshelf. Now that she is here, she is way more cautious. It was surprisingly easy to get inside the school building, considering that strangers are not allowed.

Wearing her mask, Ji-eun was able to pass as a teacher while walking through the hallways. She is now standing in the library. The perfect place for her challenge in her opinion.

Now that she has placed her phone inside the bookshelf to record the proof, she is looking around to find the right guy.

"Ms. Lee?"

IU turns around on instinct, her heart sinking. Did she actually get caught already?

"I apologize. I thought you were our homeroom teacher."

The young girl apologizes. She doesn't seem to recognize her. IU takes a deep breath, relieved that she is fine.

"It's alright. Can I help you anyways?"

She tries to act natural, hoping the girl won't catch on.

"Yeah. Me and my boyfriend are looking for the right textbooks for our research. I'm not old enough and he lost his library card. We wanted to ask Ms. Lee for help."

Ji-eun nods. Does that mean her boyfriend is at least eighteen? She knows you have to be over eighteen to borrow specific books from the library.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you with that. You better ask Ms. Lee."

"Thanks, teacher."

The young girl bows and walks towards a table. A guy, who seems to be her boyfriend, is waiting for her there.

IU can't help but bite her lip. The first guy she finds looks quite handsome as well. She doubts he could resist her. After all, relationships in high school aren't serious anyways.

She watches the girl leave the library, before walking over.

As expected, it only takes a couple of words, before IU takes the boy's hand and leads him towards the bookshelf. He just turned eighteen four months ago. Just the right age to fulfill this fantasy.

She can feel his stare on her legs as she walks in front of him. Ji-eun deliberately chose this outfit. It's not too revealing, but it highlights her long, flawless legs.

Once the pair reaches the shelf where IU put her phone, she turns around.

"I will make sure that you enjoy yourself."

She gets on her knees in front of him.

IU expected him to not last very long, but here she is. Her face pressed against books about biology as she gets fucked from behind. The recording must be ten minutes long already, plenty of footage for Seulgi to enjoy later on.

Ji-eun was able to stay mostly quiet up until now. The guy's pace keeps increasing as he starts to reach his limit. She feels his young cock in her wet pussy, enjoying the fact that he is barely older than half her age. She never doubted herself. She knew every guy wants to fuck her. Whatever their age.

"Turn me around."

IU is close to her own orgasm herself. The student does as she says, turning her around to face him. She leans against the bookshelf, staring at the one across the isle. That's where her phone is hidden. Her dark, lustfilled eyes are glued to the camera as he starts to thrust into her again.

Her small Gucci shorts are lying at Ji-eun's feet. She wasn't wearing underwear, knowing she would have to take it off anyways.

"You fuck me so good."

She whispers into his ear as she places her head onto his shoulder.

His hands hold her small waist, pounding her into the shelf full of books.

"Fuck!"

IU is unable to not moan loudly, when she finally cums. Her pussy contracting around the young guy's cock, making him orgasm as well. She can't believe how good this felt. How good it still feels.

This was a better fuck than what she expected. Not just because he is way younger.

As he let's his cock slip out of her, IU watches his cum drip out of her pussy. She can't blame him. Her pussy is just so incredibly tight when she cums.

"Oh fuck."

Seulgi sighs as she cums on her fingers. Her phone is in the other hand, her screen showing IU's new video. Seulgi knew she could pull it of, but never expected it to be this hot. The way Ji-eun looked at the camera while she got railed into the bookshelf....

Seulgi tries to collect herself as she hears her members walk around. Yeri and Joy both seem to be in a very good mood today.

With shaky fingers, she starts typing on her phone.

"What do you have for me?'

Seulgi is genuinely curious. At this point the two of them did pretty much everything. She doesn't even know what task she should give IU after this one.

"The two of us have a music show soon, right?"

"Yeah."

"If that hot camera man is there again, I want you to suck him off, while I watch."

Seulgi remembers the face fucking on the beach mere hours ago.

"Deal."

"Why don't you cum on my pretty face, hmm?"

Seulgi kneels in front of the young man, stroking his cock. IU is sitting on the couch behind her, watching and getting herself off. IU's dressing room looks like it has become a scene of some dirty movie as Seulgi wraps her lips around the man's cock once more. Her head bobs up and down, making him groan and take a fistful of her hair.

Seulgi's pussy feels even wetter than usual, probably because she has someone watching. She wants to prove to IU that she is the better one at sucking cock.

"Are you enjoying your reward?"

IU sighs as she looks at the guy, who's eyes are glued to Seulgi's face. He nods, unable to understand how ge got himself into this. When he started working, he never expected someone like Seulgi to walk up to him after the show, asking if he wants some head.

She is now doing her best to make him cum, her slow blowjob proving enough for the guy eventually.

While IU has her hand rub her pussy, she watches how he starts cuming on Seulgi's face. Rope after rope of his cum stains her skin, some of it getting into her eyes.

Seulgi let's out a satisfied hum as she starts to clean his cock.

"You taste delicious."

She gives his tip one last kiss, before he starts to pull up his pants. There is another group about to perform.

As the two women watch him leave, Seulgi takes some of the tissues from the small coffee table and starts to clean her face.

"Anything else?"

Seulgi shakes her head.

"I can't come up with a good idea."

IU sighs as she licks her fingers clean. She enjoys the taste of her pussy just as much as the guys who eat her out.

"Me neither. I was afraid this would happen."

"So what now? Do we end this in a tie?"

IU raises and eyebrow.

"Do you think you are better slut than me?"

Seulgi shrugs her shoulders.

"Let's just say I got two faicals today. What about you?"

IU shakes her head.

"We can't end it like this."

The notification sound of Seulgi's phone interrupts their conversation. The younger woman unlocks her phone, before scrolling around.

"What are you doing?"

She sees Seulgi bit her lip as she seems to read something.

"There is another smut fic about me."

"You actually read those?"

"They are hot. I like how my fans think about me."

She gives IU a wink, before she keeps reading the new post.

The wheels in the older girl's mind start to turn.

"Do you think they would do this to us in person? What they write?"

"Unnie..."

Seulgi looks at her.

"I like how you're thinking."

"We should invite some of the writers so they have more inspiration for their stories."

The two of them laugh.

"That's a good idea."

Seulgi scrolls through her phone.

"But there are so many. If we would try to fuck them all, our careers would be over before we got to all of them. We don't have so much time."

"Who says we have to fuck them individually?"

IU's smirk makes Seulgi chuckle.

"I like where this is heading."

"But how are we going to get them all in one place? They probably live all over the world."

Seulgi ponders for a moment.

"How about we send them dms and pictures of us? It should work. Especially when we tell them that we are inviting others as well. This way they can communicate with each other, making sure we aren't trying to scam them or something."

"Sounds like a plan. What could go wrong?"

IU regrets those words as soon as she opens the door of the practice room. Two weeks later and here they are. The two women look at the fully packed room. Seulgi tries to count the guys who are here. They messaged about twenty guys, but it now looks more like thirty or forty. It seems like word has spread.

"Is this a good or a bad sign?"

IU looks around as well. She had a threesome before, but this is quite different. Even if Seulgi and IU get used at the same time, there are still gonna be at least fifteen guys for each of them.

"Are you backing out?"

IU shakes her head.

"Why would I?"

Seulgi chuckles. She is nervous, but tries to hide it.

"Let's make another bet. Whoever makes the most guys cum in 15 minutes wins. The other person is going to be a free use for everyone."

Ji-eun likes the idea. She imagines all those guys taking turns on her and Seulgi, using their bodies as fuck toys.

"Sounds like I'm gonna win."

The older girl is confident. The high school boy is proof of the fact, how tight her pussy can become when she cums. No one survives that.

"But no fucking."

IU looks at Seulgi.

"What?"

"No fucking. Only your mouth and hands."

"Hey, that's boring."

Seulgi scoffs.

"You are not up for that?"

IU rolls her eyes.

"Fine. Watch and learn."

She walks inside, all heads turn towards her as Seulgi follows quickly after.

"Hi, everyone!"

IU waves.

"I guess the two of us don't need to introduce ourselves. You all know, why you are here?"

She sees everyone nod their heads.

While IU talks, Seulgi let's her eyes roam the room once more. Now that she is inside, she can count properly. She stops at 31 as her eyes falls on to a man, who is standing further back. He is a little taller than most of the guys in the room. She sees his biceps underneath the sleeves of his shirt, the bulge in his pants visible, without him even having a hard on.

Seulgi licks her lips. This is going to be a fun evening. Because she zoned out for a couple of moments, she didn't catch what IU was saying.

But when suddenly all of the guys start walking towards them, Seulgi immediately feels her panties getting damp. This is it. In the back of her mind, she still has a little bit of doubt left. It vanishes soon though as the first guy reaches her.

She sees IU kneeling down next to her, Seulgi does the same. The sound of ten guys opening the zippers of their pants almost makes Seulgi drool. She watches the first guys pulling their pants down, taking their cocks out.

Seulgi glances at the clock, about to start their bet. But IU is already reaching forward, taking hold of the first man's cock.

"Are these all for me? So nice of you."

She coos as she holds another man's dick with her other hand.

Seulgi doesn't want to fall behind. She reaches for the man nearest to her, pulling him forward by his cock.

"If everyone is gonna be as big you...."

She trails off, feeling the guy getting harder in her hand.

Seulgi decides to use her mouth early. She takes the man's cock into her mouth, savouring the taste. At the same time, the other guys around her make her use her hands.

By now, pretty much all the guys have gotten rid of their pants and are standing around the two women. IU is starting to suck off her first guy as well, both her hands busy with stroking two other men.

Seulgi closes her eyes as she hears everyone moan, occasionally switching cocks. There are five guys directly standing around her right now. More than enough to enjoy herself.

She is excited as she feels everyone's stares on her. This is something entirely different than singing and dancing on stage. And yet, it makes her equally happy. That rush of adrenaline makes her suck the guy's cock even faster.

IU takes another man into her mouth, savouring the new taste. Wearing this this suit might not have been the best idea, because they guys can't have easy access. But she still feels someone from behind sneaking his hands around her waist. She moans around the cock in her mouth as she feels someone rub the fabric over pussy.

Seulgi is starting to suffer the same fate as IU. The guys around her start touch her body, making her squirm underneath them. All the attention makes her wet as hell, wishing they would fuck her already. Why did she make that bet with IU?

She regrets it now as the first guys let's his hand sneak inside her shorts. His strong fingers make Seulgi moan around the cock in her mouth. The man who she is blowing puts his hand onto her head, unable to resist the urge to cum in her mouth much longer.

IU has driven one of the guys who stand around her to a similar level of arousal. He is pushing her head onto his cock, while her two hands are still busy, stroking the four guys on her sides, switching occasionally.

Seulgi let's out a surprised gasp when she feels the first man cuming. But it's not the cock in her mouth, but one of the guys on her right. She was stroking his cock up until now. His warm cum hits her pretty face, making her moan around the dick in her mouth. It makes that guy cum too. He shoots his load down her throat. Seulgi feels like she is in heaven. The warm sperm on her right cheek makes her sigh in pleasure as she turns towards the next guy, ready to suck him off.

IU is keeping up with Seulgi, making the first guy cum in her mouth. She swallows all of it immediately, ready to give another guy head. The guy on her left is trying to take her jacket off, which makes it harder for her to use her hands. Eventually, she gets rid of that useless piece of clothing, feeling two hands unbuttoning her shirt.

Seulgi feels someone's hand dip a finger inside her pussy. She has been unable to keep her hands off herself for these last two weeks and yet she melts at his touch.

Ji-eun keeps sucking off the guy in front of her, until she feels someone cuming on her hand. She looks to her right, letting his dick fall out of her mouth. She licks her hand clean, before taking the guy who just came into her mouth. His cum tastes delicious as she cleans his cock, hoping she can make him cum again soon.

Seulgi feels a pair of hands groping her tits underneath her grey top.

Still with another man's cock in her mouth, she turns her head towards him. With a seductive stare, she eggs him on to slide his hands underneath the fabric.

Seulgi let's her tongue swirl around the top of the cock in her mouth as she feels her nipples being pinched. The other man is now inserting a second finger into her wet snatch. This was supposed to be a competition on how many guys they can get off, not how many guys can get her off.

Either way, Seulgi tries her best to outcompete IU as she feels several hands on her body.

The older woman feels how the fingers on her covered center now start to make her pants wet. Her panties are already drenched, this many men around her too much for her mind to handle. Ji-eun never felt this good.

Someone is now letting her white shirt slip off her shoulder, exposing the lack of a bra. Her upper body is only covered by her tie, which doesn't hide much. Multiple hands make use of her newly exposed skin, some pinching her nipples, while others let their hands wander over her body.

The sight of the naked celebrity in front of him makes the guy in her mouth climax. IU feels his cum paint her mouth as she gulps it down, already looking for her next victim.

"Oh fuck."

The guy in front of Seulgi groans as she pulls him out of her mouth.

"Oh yeah. Paint my face."

Seulgi closes her eyes and sticks her tongue out. Two quick strokes later, she feels his cum staining her skin. Some of it hits her nose, but most lands on her lips and tongue.

"Good boy."

Seulgi winks at him as she cleans her lips with her tongue, making sure she doesn't waste a drop.

Once she opens her mouth again, she is surprised when two guys thrust into her at the same time. Seulgi never sucked off two guys at once, her competitiveness showing as she starts without hesitation. She is going to win this bet and she is going to humiliate IU, until she admits that Seulgi is the bigger slut.

At the same time, IU has another man cuming in her mouth. She almost chokes at the amount of cum he forces down her throat. Once she let's his cock fall out of her mouth with a loud pop, she feels a hand roughly grabbing her tie. Still on her knees, she gets turned around, faced with another hard cock. The guy's hand is still holding her black tie as he pulls her towards him, making Ji-eun take his cock.

Seulgi is unable to speak or do anything properly with her mouth as she tries her best to keep the two dicks inside of her. Only her tongue is able to swirl around their tips occasionally. The two guys keep thrusting into Seulgi's mouth with no intention on stopping anytime soon.

IU's mouth is being used as well. The men in the room starting to grow more confident. You don't have a lot of chances to get a blowjob from Seulgi or IU.

That being said, the guy in the older woman's mouth uses this rare chance to finally cum in her mouth. This must already be the third time she is swallowing someone's load. IU is barely able to keep up with counting. Her hands are slowly starting to get tired after stroking so many guy's cocks. She glanced at the clock. Seven minutes to go. How can she win this bet? She sees Seulgi sucking off two guys at once. Needy slut. IU watches for a moment as they both cum inside Seulgi. They make the younger woman choke as they fill her throat.

Once they are done and take a step back, Seulgi breathes heavily, some of their jizz got onto her face. As she wipes it off, she sees someone else standing in front of her. The guy she noticed earlier. He seems even taller, now that she is kneeling.

Seulgi scoops up some of the cum on her face with a finger, before licking it off with her tongue.

He hasn't taken his jeans off, but Seulgi already knows how big he must be. She reaches forward, fumbling with the belt. A guy on her right starts rubbing his cock all over her face, which makes her stick her tongue out. Seulgi keeps eye contact with the guy in front.

"Come here."

IU whispers towards one of the guys to her left, before starting to get rid off her pants. Seulgi said she is not allowed to use her pussy. No one said something about anal. The guy is not the biggest, which makes him perfect for this. As much as IU is used to have a cock up her ass, she always needs to adjust at first.

"Fuck my ass. Cum in me."

She slips off her grey panties, throwing them to the side. They are heavy and wet with her juices. She sees one of the guys pick it up and wrap it around his cock, before stroking himself with it.

IU feels a familiar tingle inside her body as she lies on her back. All the guys above her look down on her. The man who is supposed to fuck her is now kneeling between her legs, another above her head. The latter pushes his dick down, making Ji-eun take him into her mouth.

The guy between her legs rests his tip against her puckered hole, before slowly starting to push forward. IU moans around the dick in her mouth as she feels how her ass is getting stretched out.

"Fuck. You are so tight."

Seulgi turns to her left after hearing the man groan.

"Yah! Unnie!"

The younger woman stares at IU, who is lying on her back, getting her ass fucked. Her mouth is too full to answer.

Seulgi is about to say more as the big guy in front of her grabs her head and turns her towards her. He got rid of his boxers while she was distracted. Seulgi only manages a gasp, before he pulls her onto his cock.

With one forceful thrust he is already halfway down her throat. Seulgi gags and chokes. Even if she would've been prepared for this, she couldn't have taken so much at once. She feels her jaw getting heavy as the guy fucks her face. He uses her throat like a fleshlight, pounding a way like there is no tomorrow.

Seulgi feels her throat starting to get soar as tears start rolling down her cheeks. She is realizing that this is one of the roughest face fucks she ever had. But definitely not the last one.

His big cock keeps hitting the back of her throat, making Seulgi struggle for air. But he doesn't let go of her head, which means she can't back away.

The fingers in her pussy curl upwards, making her lower body tingle with pleasure. The combination of getting face fucked and fingered pushes Seulgi towards her limit. She never expected to be in this situation. On her knees, surrounded by almost ten guys. All of them stroking their cocks to her getting her throat bruised and her pussy played with.

Seulgi has to close her eyes, tears keep falling from underneath her eyelashes. They mix with her make up and the cum from earlier, turning her once flawless face into an absolute mess. The mixture starts to drip down her skin. Together with her saliva that spills out of her mouth. She is unable to close it. Her body feels numb as she is on the brink of orgasm as she gets the face fucking of her life.

IU's cheating has left her mind a while ago, her brain empty except for the pleasure she is feeling. And how soar her throat is. Seulgi doubts she is able to sing tomorrow. Or even the whole week if this continues.

She hears IU's voice over her own gags, but her own mouth is too loud to hear what the older woman is saying.

"Fuck, yes! Give me your cum!"

Ji-eun moans as she sees two guys on both her sides, stroking their cocks, ready to cum. The guy in her ass keeps her mind in a weird state of bliss as she feels like she is in heaven. The man who was fucking her mouth is replaced by another, who starts where he left of.

How many guys did she already suck off? Five maybe?

IU moans as around the new cock in her mouth. The two men start to cum all over her body. They cover IU's skin in warmth. Her chest, her tummy, her throat. All of it.

While IU keeps getting fucked, Seulgi feels someone from behind, who is starting to pull her shorts down.

Because the guy who is fucking her face is taller, she had to get on her knees to reach his cock. That means her white shorts can be slipped off easily.

Seulgi feels a pair of hands tug at her pink thong. The rubbing of her clit pauses for a moment, almost making Seulgi climax untouched.

The man who is holding her head in place gives Seulgi a second to relax. He pulls about halfway out, letting his cock rest on her tongue. She takes heavy breaths, trying to prepare herself for the next face fucking.

Another hand begins to play with her pussy as she feels the cock in her mouth starting to move again. This time, he doesn't fuck her fast. It's one slow, forceful thrust after another. It makes her head rock back everytime, before he pulls her onto his cock again.

Seulgi reaches the same state of pleasure as she did before. Hanging on the edge of her orgasm, she takes the face fucking like a champ, trying to keep eye contact with the man who is mercilessly using her.

Seulgi feels a pair of hands grope her butt. She is excited at first, but then, she feels someone's cock touch her rear entrance. She tries to shake her head, but the hands on head won't let her. She was never really the anal type. Plus, she doesn't want to cheat like IU does.

She doesn't have a choice. As the men around her see her struggle, they take holds of her wrists and guide her hands towards their cocks. Seulgi is unable to defend herself.

The cock down her throat, the fingers inside her pussy and now the tip of some man's cock in her ass. It all proves too much for Seulgi. Her shriek is muffled by the man in front of her as she cums around someone's fingers.

Seulgi's body shakes as she practically gets spitroasted. With every thrust into her mouth, she gets pushed onto the cock in her ass. With every thrust from the man inside her ass, she is getting forced to choke around the cock in her mouth.

She realizes how hot this must look for the others as she feels someone nutting on her grey top. His cum stains the fabric and Seulgi is reminded of the bet.

For a moment, she lost sight of the goal, just enjoying these men, having their way with her. But as much as Seulgi likes this situation, she still needs to make more guys cum than IU.

"Yes! Fill my ass up!"

Ji-eun moans loudly as she feels the cock in her ass starting to throb. In that moment, the guy above her climaxes, cuming all over her face. IU gasps as the unexpected facial hits her.

Before she is able to clean her face with her tongue and her fingers, the man between her legs cums inside of her.

"Oh fuck!"

Another moan escapes her cum stained lips as she feels his load paint the insides of her ass.

"Fuck! Please slow down!"

Seulgi screams. Half in pleasure, half in pain. The guy who is fucking her ass is the same guy who fucked her face so good a couple of minutes ago. He left a huge facial on her face, before giving others the chance to enjoy her mouth. Now, he is standing behind Seulgi, after getting her off the floor.

Her legs feel like jelly as she takes his pounding from behind. Her hands are useless by now, just loosely wrapped around two guy's cocks.

Another guy now steps in front of her to shut her up.

"You are too big for my ass."

She whines, hoping he would slow down, before another cock pushes past her lips.

Seulgi needily sucks on it, trying to blend out the pain in her ass. She has been used by so many guys now. She lost proper count a while ago. And if she would've looked up to check the time, she would have realized that the fifteen minutes were over fifteen minutes ago.

But Seulgi is too busy getting stuffed with cock from both ends. The black hairband she used to make a ponytail is barely holding up. Her hair looks like it's in a messy bun by now. Drops of white cum decorate her black, silk like hair.

IU is taking two cocks at the same time, too. But she is in a different position. She is placed on all fours in a circle of about ten guys. They all take turns fucking her ass and thrusting into her mouth.

The guy who is currently using her throat holds her tie in his hand, making her choke, whenever he gives it a light tug. The fact that she is getting choked makes IU even hornier. It would be something worthy of exploring later. Is she into getting choked?

Her thoughts are interrupted, when the man in her ass shoots his load. Ji-eun can almost feel how her body becomes heavier. This is the fourth time they came in her ass. If she counted correctly, she made them climax around 23 times already. There is more than enough proof all over her body.

A couple of minutes ago, someone used her still soaked panties to tie her hair back. Someone came on them beforehand. But instead of being disgusted, IU wonders if that counts as making them cum.

"I'm gonna gonna cum in your ass, bitch."

It's the first time the man behind her talked to Seulgi. Her dripping wet pussy craves his cock as he keeps fucking her ass. Because her mouth is closed, Seulgi can't answer. She feels someone's hand now rubbing her clit.

Another hand slaps her right ass cheeks. She doesn't know if that was the guy who is fucking her or someone else. The sting causes her to moan around the cock in her mouth.

"Fuck!"

The guy behind her groans, before he pumps Seulgi's ass full with cum. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her legs almost give out. His warm cum in her ass makes her see stars.

After he leaves her freshly fucked hole, Seulgi does her best to recover. She remembers that she set a time limit on their bet. She checks the clock on the wall. They have been doing this for over thirty minutes now?

"Unnie! Time's up!"

Seulgi's voice sounds hoars after she removed the cock out of her mouth.

IU tells everyone to stop what they are doing. Seulgi has to kneel down again, her legs too weak to carry her.

Ji-eun slowly walks over to her. She feels cum leak out of her ass. Everyone is staring at the pair, waiting to find out who lost.

"So?"

Seulgi looks up at IU. The older woman is still wearing her tie, her hair now held back by her panties. Her body is covered in cum, wherever you look. Her face, her tummy, her chest, her feet.

Seulgi looks similarly used. Her back is still warm from the load of cum she got, while someone fucked her ass from behind.

"25 now."

Seulgi's eyes widen. She didn't expect it to be this close.

"Wow, unnie. You are no slouch."

Ji-eun raises an eye brow.

"Why do you sound so happy?"

"27."

"What?"

"I made them cum twenty seven times."

Seulgi feels someone's cum drip out of her freshly fucked ass and onto her legs. She grins up at IU, who is looking at her with anger and surprise written on her face.

"You know what that means, right?"

IU nods hesitantly.

"Let's tie her up boys."

Seulgi chuckles as she sees someone grabbing IU's wrists and holding them behind her back.

"What-?"

She tries to struggle against his grip, but Seulgi shakes her head.

"You can't run away, unnie. You are now officially a free-use whore."

Before she can reply, someone already stuffed her mouth with a piece of silk. She only realises a moment later that she has Seulgi's pink thong in her mouth. Someone is covering her mouth, so she can't spit it out.

IU's tie is finally gone too, now being used as a way to tie her hands together. She tries to resist, but the guys around her are way taller and stronger than her. Ji-eun sees someone getting a chair from one of the corners of the practice room.

Seulgi suggested this location. It's Red Velvet's former place of learning choreos, when they were rookies. They used a second room outside of the SM building. No one uses it anymore.

When someone sits her down, IU stares at everyone around her. The about forty guys wait for Seulgi's first move.

"You two,"

Seulgi points at two guys on her left.

"Suck on her tits."

They do as she says, both stepping on either side of IU. The older woman moans into Seulgi's panties as she they lean over her. They both wrap their lips around her nipples, sucking on them. The occasional bite makes her squirm in the chair.

"I feel like the gag is now making her too quiet."

Some of the guys nod in agreement.

Seulgi reaches forward to take her panties out of IU's mouth.

"Don't forget, you still have to admit that I'm the better slut."

IU would've stuck her her tongue out, but is currently unable to do so. The two guys working on her tits make her sigh and mewl.

Ji-eun's eyes widen in surprise as she feels Seulgi working on her pussy. It feels weird as she tries to look down, wanting to know what's going on. The guys' heads are blocking her view.

Her head sinks back as she feels Seulgi pushing her thong into the older woman's pussy. A deep moan escapes her lips, once the piece of silk is completely buried inside of her.

"You always bragged about how tight your pussy is. Let's see if that's still the case."

She turns around.

"Guys, I want you to stretch her out like crazy."

IU moves her head to be able to see what's going on. The first guy is already standing in front of her, his cock in his hand.

"Wait. First pull out-Fuck!"

IU moans loudly as he pushes half of his cock inside her with one thrust. She can't tell yet, if Seulgi's panties make her feel better or not. But IU can't help but squirm even more as the man starts to fuck her.

She feels fuller than usual as the guy pushes fully into her stuffed pussy. Together with the two guys who keep playing with her chest, he makes Ji-eun see stars.

She realises this is only the beginning, when another guy steps forward. He grabs IU's ponytail, forcing her down. She automatically opens her mouth, ready to suck his cock. It has become an instinct for her by now. Without even thinking about it, she starts to suck him off.

The two men stop sucking her tits as they both watch how the new guy makes her bob her head up and down on his cock. He and the guy who fucks her stand side by side.

Seulgi looks around them, trying to see what's going on. She feels a pair of hands wrap around her waist. She looks up, seeing the man who just came in her ass.

"You still don't have enough?"

Her cheeky grin makes him chuckle.

"I never expected you to be such a whore."

His cock is now resting between her cheeks. Now that she feels it again, Seulgi can't believe how his dick fit in her ass.

"And this is probably the only chance I'm ever gonna get. So I want all of your holes."

Seulgi leans her head on his chest.

"Take me then."

She feels him aligning his cock with her pussy. He slowly pushes inside, making Seulgi moan. Her half open eyes see, how the guy who is fucking IU is cuming inside her pussy. She hears the older girl's moans as he pulls out and leaves. A moment later, the next guy stands in front of her.

Seulgi can't believe what she has done. What she is still doing. What would her members say to this? She chuckles as she thinks about Yeri's nature. The maknae would probably follow her example.

Her smile is wiped off Seulgi's face as the man behind her increases his pace. His thick cock makes her body heat up as he almost hugs her into his chest.

Seulgi is almost standing on his toes, only his hips working overtime. He has his face in her neck, kissing her skin.

IU moans as another man walks forward. The man who just came in her mouth already left, leaving her throat all sticky. She would've begged for a break, but she knows that Seulgi won't give her one. Although the younger girl is currently occupied with getting fucked, IU dismisses the idea.

She invitingly opens her mouth, before the guy even reaches her. Instead of pushing his scock into her mouth, he takes a hold of her ponytail. Only now, IU realises that he has been stroking his cock while he approached her. His cum is now painting her face, leaving another layer of jizz.

IU moans as the warmth hits her face. At the same time the man in her pussy cums as well. He shoots his load into IU, giving her a second cream pie within a couple of minutes.

"Just... Just give me a second."

Seulgi breathes heavily, almost missing her chance to humiliate IU even further. Slowly, she manages to get of the guy's chest she was leaning on. Standing in front of the older woman, Seulgi reaches down. Her freshly fucked pussy already oozes with cum. She has to fumble around a little, before finally finding her own thong deep inside Ji-eun's cunt.

IU whines as Seulgi slowly pulls it out. There is no sign of the fact that the silk was pink once. It's stained with IU's juices and the other guy's cum.

"They are gonna fuck you for real now."

IU shakes her head, knowing what Seulgi is planing. But because her hands are tied, she can't defend herself.

Seulgi pushes her thong into IU's mouth. The older woman tastes the mixture of her own juices and two loads of cum.

"Take it like the whore you are, unnie. I don't want to hear any complains, once I'm back."

She turns around, taking the hand of the guy, who just fucked her.

"Come with me."

And with that she leaves IU alone with the forty guys. Bound to the chair, unable to yell after her. She sees some of them start to walk towards her.

"Seulgi!"

Her muffled screams stay unheard as Seulgi and her special friend enter the practice room next door.

"I have two more hours until I have to be back at the dorm."

She slings her arms around his neck, grinding her naked center against his cock.

"I want you to fuck me until then."

How long has it been already?

IU can't tell, the clock is hanging on the wall behind her. 30 minutes? An hour?

She would've thought the guys would stop at one point, but she is proven wrong. This is their only chance to fuck Lee Ji-eun however they want. They can use every single one of her holes.

Korea's number one celebrity isn't even sitting on the chair anymore. They started to take turns with sitting in the chair, making IU sit in their laps.

She never experienced having all three of her holes stuffed with cock. But that's the case right now. The man who's lap she is sitting on is thrusting upwards into her ass. The man in front of her is fucking her pussy. Another has placed both of his hands on her head, forcing her to lean to her left.

IU doesn't know how long it has been since she was able to talk. There are still three guys standing in line behind the guy who is fucking her face.

She also doesn't know how often all of them came, since Seulgi left. Probably all of them at least once or twice. Maybe even more. That would make at least forty to eighty times.

That could be the reason why about fifty percent of IU's skin is covered in cum. Her tits and her midriff are full with it, but they still don't compare to her face. She feels like she has several layers of make up on. Her hair probably wasn't spared either.

And how many cream pies did she already get? At least a quarter of their loads. She must have swallowed so much cum by now. Probably more than a liter or two.

Ji-eun moans around the cock in her mouth as she climaxes once again. Her pussy pulsates around the cock in her, making the man cum in her snatch. She even lost count of how many times she came.

Where the fuck is Seulgi?

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!"

Seulgi mumbles and moans. She is lying on the sofa in the corner of the second practice room. The man she took with her is fucking her missionary style. His hand is in her hair, forcing her upper body to lift off the couch.

"Gonna cum!"

Her warning is almost too late. Seulgi climaxes right after the last word leaves her mouth. Her pussy grips onto his cock as he keeps fucking her through her orgasm. Her body is covered in sweat and cum. How often did he make her cum already?

Seulgi moans as she is taken toward another high. She feels his cock suddenly leave her pussy, before he pushes against her puckered hole. The young woman moans and whines as he starts to switch with every thrust. First her pussy, then her ass hole and then her pussy again.

Seulgi can't do anything but lie there, feeling her holes getting used in such an unholy manner.

She is a mumbling mess underneath him, feeling his cock in her ass and then in her pussy again.

Her eyes rest on his sweat covered body as she feels him trying to hold back his climax. As they lock eyes, they both know that this is the last one. The pair is too drained to go on much longer.

"On my face. I want it on my face."

The man nods, unable to form words. Seulgi's ass too tight for him to think straight.

He manages to switch between her holes for a couple of times, before he finally pulls out once and for all.

With awkward movements, Seulgi manages to push herself off the couch. Her limbs feel like pudding, her energy barely enough to keep her eyes open.

He strokes himself to climax as he stares at Seulgi in front of him.

How is she still able to look this cute?

That thought rushes through his head, right before he orgasms. His load isn't as big as it used to. Seulgi's pussy has claimed more of it for itself already.

It's still enough to make her sigh with pleasure though. The warm cum covers her nose and cheeks.

IU opens her eyes. She looks around the room, realizing that she is the only one. And a moment later she recognizes her bedroom. How did she get here?

She hears someone in the kitchen, fumbling with the pans.

Ji-eun tries to get up. Her body feels soar all over. She feels like she has been hit by a truck. Her body seems to be clean on the outside, but not on the inside. She can feel someone's cum in her pussy and ass. Her throat is still sticky, making it hard to breathe.

IU can't even remember how many guys came in her throat as she reaches for the glass of water on her night stand.

Her feet barely lift off the ground as she stumbles into the kitchen, only wearing a robe.

Seulgi seems to be making egg fried rice.

"Hello, sleepyhead."

Seulgi chuckles at IU's perplexed look on her face.

"I brought you here after you passed out. Do you know how long it took me to get all of that cum off your skin?"

IU shakes her head.

Seulgi pours the rice into two bowls.

"I have good news."

Ji-eun is only able to sit down at the counter, waiting for Seulgi to hand her a spoon.

"I found someone knew to compete with us."

IU looks up. Her eyes still look sleepy and tired and exhausted. And yet, Seulgi is able to catch a glimpse of lust in them.

"Who?"

"She should be here any minute."

In that moment the doorbell rings.

"She and her members had a similar competition. Like the two of us. She won and is looking for women, who are on her level. I told her we got fucked by forty guys at the same time."

Seulgi says as she walks towards the door.

"I-I'm not sure if I can start having sex again immediately. Maybe give me a couple of days."

IU's tired, hoarse voice makes Seulgi chuckle.

"Don't worry. Me and Jennie already have something planned for the two of us."

She opens the door.

"Hi Seulgi!"

Jennie and Seulgi hug each other.

"Ready to go to the movies?"

"Yeah, just let me eat dinner."

"What?"

Only now IU realises what time it is. She slept the whole day.

"Hi, unnie."

Jennie waves at her. The older woman takes a look at her outfit. She immediately knows that watching a movie will not be the only thing they do in the cinema.

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(Alternative ending)

Hi everyone!

I hope you enjoy the first story of the December special.

I haven't written something like this before, so I'm not sure how well it turned out. I did my best to write a good build up, because I didn't want to jump straight into the main part.

Have a great day! See you next week for the second one!

#kpop #kpop smut #kpop girls #kpop gg #male reader #lee jieun #seulgi #seulgi smut #red velvet #red velvet smut #red velvet seulgi #jieun #iu soloist

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HELLO STRANGER. PART ONE.

pairing: minho ft. hyunjin x fem!reader genre: smut, angst, fluff, soulmate!au. enemies to lovers. jealousy. pining. unrequited love. content: 18+ minors dni. word count: 7k

summary: after watching everyone around you pair off with their soulmate, you finally get your turn. a slow burn strangers to enemies to lovers soulmate!au with jealousy and angst and smut and suffering (and softness ofc).

series masterlist & taglist ♡ pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3

♡ series masterlist

mention of death (a recurring theme, not a main character). mc has anxiety. mention of body insecurity.

“I’m so happy for you, Mina. I-I really am.”

Your roommate was engaged to her soulmate. She’d woken you up at 2am, flicking your lights on and jumping up and down on your bed until you’d roused enough to comprehend what she was saying. A little over a year ago she’d gotten a notification—the person that suited her more than anyone else on earth had been found.

“She’s been trying to do it for weeks, apparently. She kept chickening out,” Mina giggles as she fiddles with the ring on her finger. “Isn’t it pretty?” she says, holding it out for you to inspect.

She’d shown you many times in the 20 minutes she’d been sitting cross-legged on your bed. You indulge her, taking her delicate hand in yours to take another look at the admittedly very pretty ring. Her joy was a little overwhelming, you’d been so low for so long.

It was only a few months after Mina met her soulmate that your boyfriend met his. He’d lied to you, signing up for the matching service behind your back. When he’d left, you’d signed up yourself in your anger—as if it could do anything to hurt him back. He didn’t care.

Neither did you, not anymore. You watched the people around you pair off, so distracted by their own joy not one of them had asked you about your lack of it. Then, a few weeks ago you’d received your notification. You’d stared at your phone screen, trying to comprehend the reality of it. All you had to do was acknowledge the match and agree on a time to meet. Then… you’d be one of the happy ones? You’d thrown your phone onto the bed, ignoring it until you were forced to pick it up again. You hadn’t told anyone since.

You look up at your friend again, her cheeks rosy—likely from a mixture of wine and excitement. “Mina?”

“Mm?” she responds absentmindedly, not looking up from her ring.

“I-I got my notification…” Her eyes snap up to meet yours. “...a few weeks ago,” you finish.

“What?! Who are they?!” she squeals, falling forward to grab your hands in hers—flapping them up and down.

“I don’t know, I didn’t respond.”

She drops both your hands onto the bed, eyes wide. “What? Why?”

“I…don’t know. I’m scared, I guess.”

She shuffles up to sit beside you against the pillows. “Ya know, I was scared at first too.”

You look up to her face, she’s looking at her ring again. You remembered the first week after she got her notification. She’d been so bouncy and overwhelmingly happy, you don’t remember her being nervous at all. “You were?”

“Mm, I know the whole idea is that you are supposed to be perfect for each other. But… what if I was the exception? What if I wasn’t enough for her? It felt…like such a huge thing to live up to—being someone’s perfect person. I just wanted to be enough for whoever it was I was going to meet.” She reaches over to take your hand. “Then I met her…and that all felt so silly. She was everything and I knew that even if I wasn’t enough for her yet, I'd do everything to make sure I was. She made me wanna be the best person I could be and it…was a lot—but in the best way.”

“I don't… know if I’m ready to be the best version of me.”

“That’s the point, even if you aren’t. They’ll help you. Besides, what if they need you to help them be the best version of them?”

“I’m not sure I could help anyone with that…”

“Just try? Yeah? I’ll be here,” she says, squeezing your hand gently.

You look over to your nightstand where your phone is charging. You couldn’t really bear to look at it these days. Mina nudges your shoulder. You reach over to grab it. She’s quiet as you open the app. Your heart races as you enter times you are available to meet, hesitating over the final button that confirms your agreement. You look down to Mina’s hand on your leg, the delicate ring catching your eye. You take a deep breath, then hit confirm.

Three weeks and they haven’t confirmed a time. Whoever they were, they clearly didn’t want you. You knew it was silly, to be upset about something you’d done yourself. Maybe they just had the same insecurities you did? Mina was busy with wedding preparation, you didn’t blame her for being distracted. She was happy and you were happy she was happy. Everything was fine.

“What about these?” Mina says, pointing out some blue carnations. The only other time you’d been in a flower shop like this was when you’d bought some roses for your anniversary with your ex.

“They’re pretty, are you definitely going with blue then?”

“Mm,” she confirms, “blue and purple.” She wanders away again and you trail behind, fiddling with the chain dangling off your phone case. “Haven’t heard back?” she asks. You pause briefly, it’s the first time she’s asked in over a week.

“No.”

“They’re probably panicking like you were.”

“Yeah,” you mutter.

You’re a little out of it as she leads you around the store—fiddling with the chain the entire time. The loud ring of a notification startles you, a small squeak leaving your lips. Mina looks up at you as you flick your phone to silent, you must have absent-mindedly flicked it while you were fiddling. You look up to meet her eyes.

“Check it,” she prompts.

“It’s probably nothing.”

“Check it,” she repeats. So you do. He’s confirmed to meet the next day. Just like that. Mina snatches your phone from your hands.

“Tomorrow?! Oh my god,” she says before shoving your phone back in your hands. “Confirm you’re going.”

“I’m going…” you mumble, staring down at the screen—attempting to process it.

Mina’s laugh breaks you from your daze. “Yes, you’re going. Come on, let’s go pick your outfit.” She grabs your arm, pulling you from the store.

You hardly sleep that night, spending the entire next morning cleaning your apartment—attempting (and failing) to distract yourself from the anxiety stirring in your chest. Your small cat brushes against your leg as you bend down to clean her tray.

“Hey, baby. You might meet a new friend soon, hm?” She meows at you. “Mm, I know. It’s scary for me, too. We’ll be okay, I'm sure they’re nice.”

A clap of thunder makes you jump. It had been storming all night. Usually storms relax you but apparently not even that could calm you now. “Gonna shower now,” you whisper to your cat, stroking her fur one last time.

You’d been putting it off, showering. You didn’t feel like looking at yourself. You didn’t consider yourself a particularly insecure person, most of the time you managed to stay pretty neutral about how you looked. You were fine. Right now though? Every negative thought you’d ever had was stirring to the surface. You couldn’t help pausing just before stepping into the shower, twisting back and forth to inspect yourself in the mirror. You’re fine.

You struggle to close your umbrella, shoving the handle into your stomach so you can push it down—eventually managing to collapse it fully. It’s still pouring. You’d closed your eyes the entire bus trip, listening to the rain and attempting to settle your nerves. You weren’t particularly successful. You rest your hand on the wall, steadying yourself—your empty stomach growling as you gather yourself. This is fine.

You look up at the revolving door. A girl walks out with a huge grin on her face—giggling to herself as she passes you. Clearly her meeting went well. You suck in a deep breath, the fresh air helping a little. Then, shoving the umbrella in your bag, you head inside.

The receptionist hands you a clipboard and a pen and asks you to wait for someone to collect you. It makes you feel like you’re at a dentist appointment. Not great for your nerves. You settle yourself in the corner to read the forms. You expect a disclaimer to cover the company's ass; terms and conditions. It’s a little more than that. Your leg bounces as you scan the pages, pen tapping against the clipboard.

Customers retain the right to withhold personal information from partners and discontinue communication at any time. Security is present on the premises. You read a paragraph about a wristband each person can use to signal for security discreetly. Why would anyone need that? You realise you're chewing on the pen. Crap. You look up to see if anyone has noticed. You can’t read anymore. You feel like your entire brain is consumed with trying to keep it together. You scribble your name at the bottom of the last page and head to the desk to hand it back.

“I’m—I’m done with this.”

“Oh, good. Felix will take you through now,” the receptionist answers, pointing to the blonde man holding a door open for you.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, adjusting your bag on your shoulder and heading over. This is fine.

“Good morning, I’m Felix” he greets. His voice is calm and his face bright. You can see why he has this role.

“Morning.”

He holds the door for you as pass then leads you down a long hallway, turning to speak to you. “Nervous?”

“A little,” you say, offering him a small shaky smile.

“You’ll be fine, promise. I’ve worked here awhile and never seen anyone leave without a big smile.” He stops at a cupboard built into the wall, pulling the door open. “Could you hold your hand up for me? Just wanna check your size.”

You offer him your arm and he wraps a small smartwatch around your wrist. “Perfect,” he mutters to himself.

“This is to call for security?” you ask.

“Yeah, just press this button on the side. It won’t make a noise. They won’t know you’ve called.”

“Why…why would I need this if everyone always leaves with a smile?”

“I’m sure it was suggested by a lawyer at some point, just a precaution.” Your hand shakes a little as he secures the strap for you. “You’re okay,” he says, obviously noticing your visible nerves.

You’re okay.

“I’ll take you to your room now, okay?” he asks, voice gentle. You look up to his face, counting a few of his freckles as you take a few slow breaths.

“Okay,” you say after a few seconds. He smiles then turns and leads you through a door to another long hallway. This one has many doors along each side, each one numbered. You count them as you go. He finally stops at door 14. “This is you,” he announces. He doesn’t open it, just turns and looks at you—clearly waiting for you to prepare yourself.

“Are they… in there already?”

“Mm, we stagger arrivals. He’s been here about 30 minutes.”

“He?”

“Oops, spoilers,” he says, offering you a playful smile.

You offer him a weak smile in return then turn to the door only to freeze, staring at the door knob like you had never seen one before. Felix waits patiently at your side. “What if he doesn’t like me?” you mutter under your breath.

“You know how long I’ve worked here?” Felix says in response, apparently ignoring your question. “4 years,” he continues. You look from the doorknob to his face. “I’d say about 80% of the people I lead to one of these doors ask me some variation of that question.”

“And they leave happy?”

He smiles and nods. “Mm.”

You grab the doorknob, ready to get on with it. “Felix?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you, really.”

“No worries,” he says, “you’ll be fine.”

You smile at him one last time and take a deep breath, pushing the door open. A chair scrapes across the ground and you look up to the man standing at a table in the middle of the room. You suppose, he’s yours. You wonder if he thinks you’re disappointing—if you’re not what he expected, what he hoped for. Felix places a gentle hand on your shoulder, helping you enter the room—the door closing behind you.

The man holds his arm out, gesturing to a lounge along the wall. You suck in a breath, only just realising you’ve been holding it.

“I saved you a seat,” he says, the first to break the silence. You suppose that was something like a joke, you’re too nervous to offer anything playful back. So instead you hurry over, dropping your bag to the ground as you collapse into the soft couch cushions. He sits himself at the other end, space for another two or three people between you. There’s two water bottles on the table. You should say something. Your name. Name’s are good. You fail to meet his eyes as you introduce yourself, reaching for the bottle instead.

“Minho,” he offers in return. You look up at him, a nervous smile on your face. He’s pretty, too pretty for you. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. You’re overdressed.

“Hi,” is all you manage.

“Hi.”

“Have you… been waiting long?”

One corner of his lips curves up. “No, not long.”

He doesn’t seem nervous at all. Why had he waited three weeks to respond if he wasn’t at all like you? “Ah, that’s good.”

“Nervous?” he asks, nodding to where you were twisting the cap of the bottle on and off repeatedly. You place it back on the table.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He stands, walking over to a bookshelf. “Do you wanna play a game?”

“A game?”

“They have a bunch here. Uno?”

“...sure.”

He pulls the deck from the pack as he makes his way back over. “You know how to play?”

You huff out a half laugh. “Uno? Yeah.”

He smiles. “Just checking. The only thing I know about you is your name and that you like yellow.”

You look down at your yellow sundress. You had stood out amongst the crowd on the bus, everyone in dark raincoats and jackets. It wasn’t cold, just wet. Your cardigan was enough. “I… It’s my favourite colour, yeah.”

“It suits you.”

You look up. He’s focused on dealing the cards. “Thank you,” you say, just above a whisper.

He flips a card over on the small coffee table and grabs his cards. You exchange small talk as you go. Your ages, what you do for work, if you have any pets. You talk about your cats a little, the first commonality you’ve discovered. You figure you’ll latch onto them whenever any come up, maybe more so than with any other stranger. The unspoken knowledge that you are supposed to be ideal for each other makes it feel like more is at stake. Instead of risking merely an awkward interaction with a stranger, you are both risking… well… your future happiness together.

He seems kind. Maybe a little reserved, but so were you. You get the feeling he’s holding a lot back, like he’s not entirely here. You wonder if his anxiety just presented differently to yours.

“Do you live alone?” he asks, slapping a pick up 2 on the stack. You slap one on top, looking up with a small smile. “Got me,” he says, returning your smile and then picking up 4 from the deck.

“I have a roommate: Mina. What about you?”

“Hyunjin. Met him at dance lessons years ago, he stuck to me like a leech.”

“So he loves you?”

He looks up from his cards, eyes flicking across your face for a moment before he answers. “Mm, I guess he does. Are you close with Mina?”

“I’m gonna be her maid of honour.”

“Ah.” He moves a few cards around in his deck. “Is she… with her—I mean did they meet through this?” He gestures to nowhere in particular with his cards, like he can’t speak the word soulmate.

A small knot of anxiety reappears in your chest. It had eased without you realising, returning now.

“Yeah, they met a year ago,” you answer.

“A year? That’s quick.”

“I guess.” You watch him continue to fiddle with his cards. “It’s your turn,” you prompt.

He looks up at you. “Right.” Then leans forward to grab a card from the deck.

“Is Hyunjin… has he met his?”

He places a colour change card down gently. “Green,” he announces quietly. You expect him to answer your question, but he doesn’t. So you take your turn. It isn’t until you’ve both had two more turns each that he speaks. “He hasn’t.”

You get the feeling you’ve said something wrong. You fiddle with your cards, realising you’re guaranteed a win. You look up at the man next to you. Is he a sore loser? You know nothing about him at all. You finish the game, looking up at him to see his reaction.

“Well done,” he says calmly as he begins to collect the cards, stacking them into a neat pile. You tuck away another tiny puzzle piece you can use to put together this person who was supposed to be your soulmate.

You look around the room, desperate to find another activity to save you from any awkward lulls. A big wooden chest catches your eye. You leave him to finish putting the cards away, wandering over to the mysterious chest. It looked like something that would be full of pirate’s gold. You bend down to lift the lid, conscious of the man appearing at the bookshelf next to you. It’s heavy and his hand appears to help you pull it the rest of the way up.

It’s full of clothes. Costumes and props. You pull a witches hat out, lifting it onto your head and smiling at the man next to you. He smiles back then retrieves a big sunflower hat. “Put this on, it matches your dress.” You drop the witches hat back in the chest. Then, before you can take it from him, he gently lowers the sunflower hat onto your head. You readjust it, feeling your cheeks warm as he bends down to search through the chest again.

When he stands he has a big red clown nose on. The serious expression on his face makes it all the funnier, drawing out a small laugh from your lips. “Try squeezing it,” he says stoically. You reach up, squeezing the red nose between your fingers. It squeaks, a lot like a dog toy. His mouth curves up a little in one corner then he pulls it from his nose, holding it out to you.

“You try.”

Your fingers brush together as you take it from him, a shiver running down your spine at the contact. His eyes on you as you attach the nose to your face makes you nervous. When you look up he wastes no time squeezing it, the high pitched squeak pulling the first actual laugh you’ve heard from him. You join him, the contagious quality of his loud laughter getting you more than anything else.

By the time you’ve exhausted the large chest of its treasures your stomach hurts, collapsing onto the floor as Minho pulls a big pink bow from his hair. “No, leave it!” you gasp out through your laughter, reaching out to wrap around his wrist before he can drop the bow into the chest. He joins you on the floor, his leg brushing against yours pulls your awareness to your hands. You pull back quickly.

He stretches his legs out, leaning back on his palms as you both catch your breath. It’s quiet for a moment. It doesn’t feel awkward. Your mouth tugs up at the corners at the revelation. “Why’d you take so long to respond?” he asks, bringing you back down to earth. A heaviness settles over you immediately.

“I uh…just wasn’t ready,” you answer, pulling a flower crown off your head. Your heart races in your chest as you prepare your next words. “You…took awhile as well.”

He pulls his legs to his chest, arms resting on his bent knees. “I wasn’t ready either.”

“You’re ready now?”

He’s quiet, eyes flicking between yours. Then he stands, offering you a hand up. You make sure your dress stays down as you let him pull you up, his hand warm in yours. He pulls you up effortlessly, fingers brushing together as he releases you. “Would you like to come over for dinner?” he asks.

“I… Yeah, sure.”

He walks over to a backpack under the table, pulling it over his shoulder. “Great, I think Hyunjin might be home tonight but he’ll probably stay in his room.”

“Tonight?”

He looks up at you. “Yeah… that alright?”

“Ye-Yeah.”

“Did you drive here or…?”

“Bus.”

“I can give you a lift home?” He says, eyes dropping down to his phone as he types something quickly. “I’ll pick you up later. Gotta get a few things for dinner.”

“I can get the bus.” You’re not sure why you turn him down.

He looks up at you, brows furrowed. “You sure? It’s probably still raining.”

“I like the bus.”

He steps towards you and you hold your breath as he reaches towards your hair, picking out a pink feather—a remnant from your dress up session. “I’ll pick you up at six?” he asks, close enough that your eyes fix on the freckle at the end of his nose. Your soulmate has a nose freckle. Soulmate.

“Six,” you confirm, voice a little breathy.

“I…told Hyunjin you were coming and he showed…a lot of interest. He might hang around, sorry.” Minho warns as he steps up to his door.

“I don’t mind.”

“He’ll keep you company while I finish up with dinner, anyway.”

“Alright.”

You follow him into his apartment, taking in your surroundings as he leads you to the living room where a boy with short blonde hair sits at a small table on the floor. He jumps up as you enter, a wide grin spreading across his face as he approaches.

“You’re here,” he greets you like you’re old friends, like you were here for him and not the man standing beside you. You offer him a friendly smile.

“I’ll leave you two to chat for a bit, i’ll be done soon,” Minho says before backing up towards the adjoined kitchen. You catch him giving his roommate a pointed look and then he turns, leaving you alone.

Hyunjin gestures to a cushion on the floor by the table, sinking back down to resume his position on the other. He pushes aside a notebook and as he closes it, you catch a glimpse of some sketches. “Can’t believe you’re finally here,” he says, propping his elbows on the table to gazing at you like you’d put the stars in the sky.

You drop your eyes to the table, feeling a little overwhelmed by his intensity. “Uh, I—I can’t really believe it either. It’s a lot.”

“Did it go well today?”

“Um…I think so. Minho hasn’t said anything?”

He looks to the kitchen then leans over the table so he can lower his voice. “He’s not particularly talkative. You may have noticed.”

“He…seemed a little reserved but so am I. I don’t mind.”

His plush lips curve up in one corner. “So it was a quiet session then?”

“Not…exactly. We played dress up.” You look down at the table, smiling a little to yourself at the memory. Hyunjin is quiet and when you look up at him again he has a soft smile on his face. You drop your gaze to the table, his closed notebook catching your eye again. “Do you draw?”

He sits back, pushing the notebook in front of you and flipping it open. “Mm, you can look if you want.” You flip through the pages as the boy across from you sits quietly. They’re mostly sketches of people, a few watercolours scattered in. You pause on a page of a silhouette, turned away—hair falling over their face. It makes you sad. You close the book, sliding it gently back across the table.

“They’re…really good.”

“Thank you. Do you like art?”

“I like it. I can’t do it.” You look over to the kitchen, wondering if Minho was an artist. You hadn’t asked.

“He’s not an artist,” Hyunjin says, like your thoughts are written across your forehead. “I know how it feels…all of this—it’s terrifying.”

“You—You know?”

He smiles sadly just as a loud crash comes from the kitchen. “I’ll check on him,” he says, standing and leaving you there at the small table. You take the opportunity to wander around the room, attempting to gather as much information about the man who was supposed to be yours. A small jingle draws your attention to a cardboard box in the corner of the room. A small cat is curled up inside, lazily licking at his paw.

“Hello baby,” you coo, crouching down to stroke his soft fur. “I have a friend at home who’d love to meet you.” You scratch his chin, the cat lifting his head so you can get a good view of his collar. No name tag. “What’s your name, baby? Which one are you?”

Minho had mentioned his cats earlier. You’d forgotten their names, too anxious at the time to retain information properly. You look back to the kitchen. Hyunjin hadn’t returned. You lean down to kiss the purring cat on the head and then head towards the kitchen, freezing when you hear the two men arguing—clearly attempting to keep their voices down.

“I did this for you,” Minho’s anger comes through his voice clearly, despite it being practically in a whisper. “I could lose Sana over this.”

“Shhhh, keep your voice down,” Hyunjin scolds. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Like what?”

“Angry.”

“Because I’m working my ass off to cook for a stranger when I’d rather be with the girl I fucking love.”

You stagger back a step, kicking a cat toy across the hardwood floor. The men go silent, alerted to your eavesdropping. Hyunjin appears in the doorway, catching you as you take one more step back.

“I’m—I—” you stutter. “I’m sorry,” you blurt out, spinning and rushing for the door.

In your rush to snatch your bag from the small table your shin comes into contact with the sharp corner. The pain snaps you out of your panic as you drop to the floor, clutching your leg tightly against your chest as you rock back and forth. He loves someone else. He didn’t want you. He loves someone else. He lo—Hyunjin appears in front of you.

“Show me,” he says gently. You shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut. You wish you could pass out, just leave the next hour of your life to a clone of you. You can’t do this. You need to get out. You stand abruptly, grabbing your bag from the table and rushing for the door. Hyunjin hovers around you as you shove your feet into your shoes, heels hanging over the ends. “Let me drive you home,” he says, the gentle touch of his hand on your arm snapping your eyes to his. You’d felt comfortable with him since the moment you’d met. He felt safe. You don’t look over his shoulder properly, merely glimpsing Minho standing silently out the corner of your eye.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he says, offering you a small smile. He opens the door for you and you fight the voice in your head that tells you to turn around, to take one last look at the man you’d thought was yours.

Hyunjin is quiet as you both walk down the stairs. He’s quiet as he unlocks the car and hands you his phone with the maps app open. He’s quiet as he drives you to your apartment. When the car is parked and the engine is off, you’re almost afraid to break the silence. You do it anyway. “Thank you. I know–I know we just met but you’ve been…very nice. I’m—just thank you.”

“Can I come in?”

You turn to look at your door, then back to him. “I—”

“Just wanna make sure you’re alright…and explain things a little.”

You’re not sure if you want things explained. You feel like collapsing into bed and crying until you pass out. The adrenaline has well and truly worn off, you're too afraid to look at your leg. You’re sure it’s bleeding. “Alright,” you mutter, opening the car door and stepping out on your good leg. You start hobbling towards your door as the sound of the car locking goes off behind you.

“Can I help?” Hyunjin asks.

“I’m fine. It’s fine.”

Mina isn’t home. You’re not sure if you’re relieved or disappointed. You’re not sure about anything. Hyunjin digs out your first aid kit after listening to your directions and joins you in the living room. He’s quiet as he cleans you up. It’s only when he closes the first aid kit that he speaks. “I don’t know how to say this without… without sounding like I’m trying to say I have it worse. I’m… just trying to explain this whole thing. Okay?”

You nod, emotionally drained.

“She died. My soulmate. I don’t know if Minho said anything,” the corner of his mouth pulls up into a sad smile. “I can’t imagine he would.”

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I do. Just… let me, please?” You sit back, giving him a slight nod. “She—It was… it was the day we were supposed to meet,” he stands up, placing the first aid kit on the table and then sitting next to you on the couch. You don’t know whether to turn your body towards him or give him all the space you can. You stay completely still. “I’m telling you this because I want you to understand why I did what I did. I… encouraged him because I love him like a brother and I want him to be happy. I need him to be happy and you’re—you’re the thing he can have that I can’t. I need him to have you.”

You can’t help looking at him, turning your body slightly as you try and find a position for your leg that doesn’t hurt. “He doesn’t want me.”

“He doesn’t know you.”

“I don’t think he wants to know me. He loves… someone else.”

“He’s infatuated with a girl he’s known for years. She doesn’t feel the same way. She sleeps with him because it’s easy and he’s there. It’s not… it’s not love.”

“I’m sorry. About what happened to you. I—I can’t imagine…” you stand, forgetting about your leg and stumbling a little as you catch your footing. He stands quickly, arms outstretched to attempt to catch you. “I can’t be with someone who doesn’t want me. I can’t—” you cover your mouth as your voice wobbles, not wanting to cry in front of someone who was essentially a total stranger.

“Can we exchange numbers?” he asks. “If you ever want to get coffee or… anything…”

You collapse back onto the couch, digging through your bag so you can hand him your phone. Part of you wants to send him out the door and never see him again, breaking off any connection to Minho entirely. But then, the other part… it wants to hold on, to take Hyunjins hand and beg him to keep you. To help you convince Minho to want you, to love you. When he’s finished he hands it back, a heavy silence falling over the room.

“I’m not sure… if I'll want to keep in touch,” you say eventually.

“I won’t contact you. Just… message me if you ever want to talk or meet, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You have to tell me… please?” Mina says as she lays a blanket over your lap. She passes you the mug of coffee she’d made you. “Please?” she asks again.

“He didn’t want me. That’s it,” you say before blowing over the surface of your coffee and taking a small sip.

“It doesn’t make sense. Why wouldn’t he want you?”

You shrug. “He found someone better.”

“It doesn’t make sense.”

“You said that.”

She’s quiet for a moment. You imagine what she must be thinking. Pity, probably. Her poor friend. Dumped by her boyfriend and then dumped by her soulmate. “You can’t give up. He’s—He’s yours.”

You lean over to place your mug down on the table. “What am I supposed to do? Bother him until he decides to give me his attention? I’m not begging someone to want me, even my soulmate.”

“Just speak to him. You haven’t even given him a chance to talk about it.”

You pull the blank up over your shoulders, tucking your chin into the soft warmth. “What if I cry?” you whisper. “I don’t… want to cry in front of him.”

Your friend leans against you, laying her head gently against your shoulder. “You’re brave. You’ll be okay. If you do cry and he judges you for it then he’s an ass.”

“I don't… think I can. Not yet.”

“Alright,” Mina whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Mario Kart?”

“Morning,” Hyunjin greets, a warm smile on his face—like you were two friends meeting for a casual chat. You look around you, at the other people sitting around engaged in their own conversations. You wonder if they have their soulmates.

You’d given in, messaging your Minho’s roommate only a week after rushing from his apartment. Minho hadn’t contacted you at all. You wished you were strong enough to let him go, but you weren’t. So here you were, attempting to form a connection with his roommate because you were too cowardly to message the man himself.

A hand waves in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance. “How have you been?” Hyunjin asks.

“Is that a polite ‘how are you’ or are you actually asking?”

His plush lips curve up into a small smile. “I’m asking.”

“I miss him. I don’t even know him and I miss him.”

“Mm, I get it,” he says, tipping sugar into the iced coffee you’d ordered for him.

“Has he.. said anything?”

He wraps his hands around the cup, tipping it back and forth a little. “We’ve… not really been talking. We had… a conversation that night and not much since then.”

Minho was really that angry at his friend for making him meet you? You look down to your empty cup. “Right.”

“He’d like to meet you.”

“Would he really or is this another set up?” you mumble.

“I didn’t force him. To meet you.”

“That’s what it sounded like.”

“I think… this is something he should talk to you about.”

“Alright.”

“You’ll meet him?”

“Not yet.”

Hyunjin twirls his straw around, playing more with his coffee than actually drinking it. “Would you like to come to a gallery with me? There’s one near here.”

“I have to go to work soon,” you say, watching as he drops his eyes to his lap. “But I can tomorrow?”

His eyes meet yours, one corner of his mouth lifting a little. “Alright.”

It becomes a regular part of your schedule, visiting galleries with him. Once a week, at least. He gives you a tour around the entire city's art scene, opening your eyes to a whole world you’d never bothered to explore yourself. He’s kind, easy to open up to and he doesn’t bring up Minho unless you ask first. It’s nice. It’d been weeks since you’d seen Minho. He hadn’t said anything.

“She was an artist, apparently,” Hyunjin says suddenly, eyes fixed on the large portrait you’d been appreciating. You think he means the woman in the painting at first but when you look at his expression, it’s obvious he means his soulmate. He hadn’t brought her up since the night in your apartment, after he’d finished cleaning your blood from your leg.

“Do you know much about her?”

“Her family invited me to the funeral. I kept in touch with her brother. He… told me about her,” he says, moving each arm behind him so he can lean back on the long bench you both sit at. A couple walks past you, more engaged in each other than the artwork around them. You’re both quiet as they pass. “If she was here, and I had the chance to know her—”

“I know,” you say, cutting him off. “I know. But… what if it’s not… everything people say it is. What if it’s a placebo effect? We all think this other person is perfect for us and so they are. We convince themselves they are.”

“Maybe. Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because clearly it isn’t working on him.”

He turns his body towards you, leaning closer. “Will you talk to him, please?”

You sigh. “Okay.”

“Really?”

You lift his hand from where he’s gripping his own thigh, intertwining your fingers. “I like you, Hyunjin. I like spending time with you and… if this will make you happy… I’ll do it.”

“It will.”

“Is he home now?”

He grins, pulling you up from the bench.

“You warned him?” you ask, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Yeah.”

“He… he wants to meet?”

“Yeah.”

“Promise?”

He huffs out a light laugh. “I promise.”

“You’ll be nearby?”

“Cafe across the street,” he says, pushing you gently towards the steps to his apartment. “Now go. You’re okay.”

You trudge up the stairs, begging your body to be calm—to hide the anxiety coursing through your entire frame. You knock on the door before you can change your mind, sucking in a deep breath as it swings open.

“You came,” Minho says, brushing his hand through his damp hair. He stands to the side, holding the door for you. He looks calm, as always. His lack of anxiety during your first meeting made sense now. He didn’t care like you did. He was doing a favour for a friend. You hesitate, turning back behind you to the coffee shop where Hyunjin waits. This is fine. You step through the threshold.

“Do you want a drink?” he asks as you sit down on one of the cushions at the small table where you’d first met Hyunjin. He’s hovering by the kitchen, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else than here with you.

“I’m fine.”

He rocks back and forth on his heels for a moment then joins you at the table. You wait for him to speak; to explain. He taps his nails on the wood, the only sound in the room for a minute or two.

“I didn’t… want to hurt you. You seem nice,” he says, still tapping on the table.

You seem nice. Not exactly how you expected your soulmate to feel about you.

He flattens his palm against the surface of the table, then continues. “Has Hyunjin told you about… what happened? With his—”

“Yes.”

“He’s been here for me through a lot. I owed him this.”

You clench your fists in your lap, struggling to contain the sharp anger that bursts in your chest. You take a deep breath before speaking. “What about me?” you say. His brows furrow, like he doesn't understand what you have to do with any of this. Your nails cut into your palms. “You did ‘this’ as a favour to him. What about me?”

His palm curls into a fist on the table. “I don’t… owe you anything.”

“You don’t?”

“I don’t know you.”

“That’s the thing though, isn’t it? You don’t know me and you never wanted to know me. Hyunjin wanted you to try. That’s what he wanted from you and if you didn’t want to do that you owed me the courtesy of telling me. Instead you strung me along for weeks and then when we met didn’t say a thing about being there against your will.”

He’d taken 3 weeks to agree to meet you. You’d done the same, but he’d done it because he didn’t care. You did it because you cared too much.

“I had… to sort some things out before I could agree to meet you.”

“What things?”

His eyes drop to his phone, sitting on the table between you. “I needed to explain it to someone.”

He means the girl. The girl he loves instead of you. "That's what you were doing for 3 weeks?? Fucking her?!"

He looks up at you, brows raised. He scoffs, snatching his phone from the table and standing. "So what if I was? And don't act like I fucked you over, you took just as long."

You grab your bag, jumping to your feet. "I was questioning if I was good enough for you! I was sitting around feeling shit about myself and the entire time you were fucking the girl you love."

"You're acting like I was cheating on you,” he throws his hands up in the air, then points his phone at you. “I had no fucking clue you existed."

"You did though, you knew I existed. You just didn't know my name or my face."

"Same thing."

"No, it's not. You knew I was waiting for you. That I was thinking we were it. That we were meant for each other—”

"Maybe we're not,” he says quickly.

Both your chests are rising and falling rapidly as you catch your breaths. You step around the table slowly, moving closer towards him. He takes one small step back as you press your finger to his chest. It’s still rising and falling quickly, his breath mingling with yours. “You’ll regret letting me go. You don’t deserve me,” you warn, just above a whisper. His warm breath brushes against your skin and then his eyes drop to your lips. He takes a large step away from you, mouth pursed tight.

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♡ video girl ft. jeon jungkook♡

a/n: i’ve been waiting to write for jk for sooo long and until now i had time to write it.

warnings: nsfw (minors DNI).fem reader. pwp. unprotected sex. masturbation. oral sex (f! receiving).creampie. degradation kink. fingering. mirror sex. mention of alcohol.

summary: jungkook being a soft dom? yesss pleaseee

taglist: @sweet-sourhotcoco , @lvrjjoyyy

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you were his favorite of all. he would get so excited whenever he got a notification that his favorite cam girl was live. sometimes he even thought he was falling in love with you. it was just the way you looked so pretty on the screen, he loved the little heart tattoo on your left hip he thought it looked so pretty on you, he dreamed of leaving small kisses on it, your soft moans were music to his ears as you fucked yourself with your fingers.

sometimes he wondered how you would feel on his dick, the mere thought of it made him so hard that it was almost painful. he would fuck his fist until ropes of cum would smear his uncovered abs. never in his life he would expect to have you in his bed, and fuck you until you couldn’t move anymore.

the memory of how you casually met was all blurry, mostly because you both were under the influence of alcohol. you don’t know exactly how you both started dancing but you liked the way his arms held you tight as you moved to the rhythm of the music.

you hadn’t really noticed how hot he was, the way his right arm was covered in tattoos, his raven hair and that lip ring was making you feel heat in between your thighs. and by the way he kept looking at you, he also liked the way you looked.

and in your mind you thanked your friend lisa for lending you her favorite mini dress, it definitely was working its magic.

the alcohol in your system made you bold enough to lean in closer and kiss him, he kissed you back, his hands on your ass and his tongue exploring inside your mouth. you could feel the hunger in both of you, the way his lips would travel to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

“by the way, i’m jungkook” he said breathless, a smirk drawn across his face.

“i’m y/n” you replied, also breathless.

“y/n, could i interest you in getting out of here?” he said, and without hesitation you nodded and let him guide you out of the crowded club. you would later explain your friends about your sudden disappearance with a total stranger.

“this is it” he said once you got to an enormous building, it was elegant and modern. he then guided you to the elevator, where he pressed the button with the number 20 in it, and once the doors closed you continued what you had been doing back in the club, one of his hands traveling under the hem of the dress, caressing your clothed cunt, feeling the wetness on your lacy thong.

“fuckkk” he whispered against your skin “this wet and i haven’t really started with you” he snickered. you moaned as his fingers started playing with your clit over the fabric, even though you were worried at any moment anyone could see you.

once you got to the 20th floor, he guided you inside his apartment. it was minimalistic and very bright. the windows covered most of the apartment, the view was amazing, and you thought about how incredible would be to wake up and see the sunrise.

“you like it?” his voice startled you.

“yes, i love it” you said, still mesmerized with the view of the stars shining and the city lights.

“i love it too” he said looking at you, making you feel heat on your cheeks. so you pulled him closer to you.

“then do something about it” you whispered in his ear.

he then held your waist as you wrapped your legs around his waist, he walked to his bedroom and plopped you on the bed with ease. when you turned your head to the left there was a big mirror in front of the bed, you bit your lip.

he got rid of your dress in seconds, leaving you almost naked in front of him, you were only left with the small lacy thong. he then started getting rid of his clothes, revealing the rest of his tattoos and his toned abs that were to die for.

“you’re so fu-” he suddenly recognized the little tattoo on your left hip, the pretty heart tattoo. he suddenly lost his words, was he dreaming? it couldn’t be possible that this was just a coincidence.

“is everything ok?” you furrowed your brows, he was frozen. something was wrong, maybe he realized that you weren’t what he was expecting.

“y-yeah, it’s just that…are you bunnygirl ?? ” you were now surprised, how could he possibly know who you were…was this some kind of joke? your head started spinning.

“i- how do you know that?” you were worried, maybe he was one of those creeps that followed you all around and coincidentally found exactly where you were. “i think i should go…” you said.

“no, no please…i just saw the small heart on your hip, and well that’s how i knew it was you…sorry if i made you think i’m a creep” he replied, suddenly worried and embarrassed.

“its just that i’ve found myself in so many situations where creeps follow me around and sometimes it’s hard to know…” you said.

“it’s ok, look i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable, i can take you home if you want to.” he said, sitting next to you and giving you back your dress.

“no, i want to stay…i really want to” you said throwing the dress somewhere in the room “i think it’s cute you recognized my tattoo” you smiled and laid back on the bed.

“i got it when i was 18, my mom almost killed me because of it but i thought it was really cute” you added, suddenly forgetting the awkward moment you had a few seconds before.

“i think it looks so pretty on you” he said, rubbing the skin of your hip softly with his thumb. then he removed the last piece of clothing on you, your wet cunt on full display for him. he then kneeled in front of you, he spread your legs and placed his head in between them.

“you’re so fucking wet” he said and started living a trail of kisses on your thigh until he got to your cunt, he then used his fingers to spread your folds apart. he started giving open mouthed kisses to your cunt, his tongue playing with your clit as he tasted your sweet juices. he couldn’t get enough of it, he was addicted, hearing your loud moans as he fucked you with his tongue.

his fingers and tongue worked magic, there were few men that made you cum but no one had ever made you cum this hard, making you squirt all over his mouth, as he kept on rubbing your swollen clit.

“you taste so fucking delicious” jungkook said after cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand, he looked so hot, his hair all messed up, his eyes filled with lust, sweat beads on his forehead. you pulled him close to you, your lips crashing into his and tasting yourself as you melted into each other. his cock felt hard against your belly, he must have been so worked up after eating you out, poor thing, you wanted to do something about it.

you slipped your hand under his boxers and started pumping his cock, from base to tip, precum smearing all over his length. he was big, more than what you expected. you could feel the veins around his cock, he whimpered as you pressed your thumb over his slit, rubbing small circles around it, making you giggle.

“fuck, you’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that” jungkook said in between breaths.

“i’m sorry, am i being a bad girl?” you pouted, teasing him. “are you going to do something about it?” you continued.

“so it’s that how you want to play? you’re going to beg me to stop…” he said and without saying anything else he guided you and pushed you infront of the mirror.

“look at yourself, all messed up and i haven’t even fucked you” he was right, your hair was messy, your makeup was smudged and you were flushed. “now keep your eyes on the mirror, i want you to see for yourself the little whore you are…” he said, you knew he was definitely going to ruin you.

you never thought he would be so cruel like that, but you liked it. you liked how he could be soft and gentle, but also rough and demanding. it turned you on.

he started teasing your entrance with his tip, sliding it all over your folds. you couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you. you clenched on nothing from the anticipation, but he was just playing with you. he had a devilish smile drawn across his face whenever he made you whimper or moan, just by teasing you.

he was right, you were such a whore, thinking about his big cock filling you to the brim, making you moan until every single neighbour could hear you. his rough hands touching you everywhere.

“what are you thinking about, baby?” he whispered in your ear, his lips grazing your earlobe. “are you thinking about my cock?” he said as he pushed his tip slowly inside of you, finally. but suddenly he slipped it out, your eyes closing from frustration.

“what did i say? you have to keep watching” he was enjoying this a little too much, but he also couldn’t wait to feel the warmth of your walls around his cock. he dreamed about this so many times, more than he would like to admit. but he was just enjoying making you beg.

“please…jungkook, fuck me” you begged him.

“that’s all i needed to hear, baby” and with that he slipped his cock inside you, inch by inch, feeling your walls stretch and adjust to his length until he bottomed out. making you both moan.

he then started thrusting in and out of you, his hands on top of yours as you were pressed against the cold mirror. he loved watching his cock disappear inside your cunt, your juices combined with his precum. it was a thousand times better than what he imagined you would feel like. your cunt clenching around him, and how he felt like your cunt was made for him and only him.

your breath ghosting over the mirror as jungkook increased the pace, ripping out the most lewd sounds out of you. he was proud of it, and he was going to make sure that whenever you went live the only thing you would think about was his cock inside you. you felt the coil on your belly tighten as he rubbed his fingers around your neglected clit, sending electricity through your spine and making you arch your back.

“fuck…l-like that, jungkook…” you managed to say, as you watched his fingers move faster. he knew you were close, but wanted it to last just a little bit more. even though he also was close to his orgasm too.

he fucked you into oblivion, making you see stars as he spilled his cum inside your cunt until the last drop. you both were a mess, so after a few minutes, jungkook pulled out his softened cock out of you and carried you to his bathroom. you took a shower together and after putting on some clean clothes you plopped on his bed. and after talking for a bit you felt your eyes heavy and you both dozed off.

#jk smut #jungkook x y/n #jungkook smut #jungkook x fem reader #bts smut #bts x reader

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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Lovers & Strangers -Chapter 7

I sat in the airport early Saturday morning probably still drunk waiting for my flight. Somehow Ethan convinced me to stay on Wednesday night, and he was serious about me coming to Minnesota. His parents arrived yesterday, and will be waiting to pick me up when I get there. I don’t know why I couldn’t just take a later flight but here I am, sitting in the airport at 5:45 am for my 6:20 am flight. I literally was only able to have a 2 hour nap… I shouldn’t be here.

When I got to my seat on the plane I fell asleep immediately and slept the entire 2 hour flight. This time when I woke I was hungover.

I got off the plane and made my way past the baggage claim to not only see Ethan’s parents but mine… Great. I walk over and my parents each give me a hug, then Ethan’s parents proceed to give me a hug next. “Hey! How have you been?” Ethan’s mom says and I smile slightly

“Good!” I say and she looks at me again

“You feeling okay?” she says grabbing my parents attention

“You look white” my mom says

“Plane sick” I lie

“Since when have you gotten plane sick? You love plane rides.” My mother says again

“Lots of turbulence this time, I don’t know mom” I say before we head out of the airport.

We go to breakfast at some small cafe as our parents chat about this afternoon's plans to go to the Mall of America, since we can’t really see him until after his game tonight. “No offense but I just want to have a nap” I say to them.

“You don’t want to shop?” my mother looks at me confused.

“Not really, I was up late last night” I say

They continue talking about last night and seeing Ethan as I swirl my food around the plate, as I’m really not hungry. My attention was suddenly grabbed at the sound of Mark’s name. “And that Mark is a sweetheart” my mother says and I look up

“Oh he is the sweetest, a really good boy! Always greets us when we go down to the school.” Ethan’s mother confirms

They continue talking about Mark, where he is from, what his parents are like, what his parents do for a living, his academic standing, etc.. It really amazes me how Mark comes off as so sweet to everyone else except for me.

After breakfast they drop me off at the hotel giving me a key. I walked into the hotel and up to the room where I layed for a bit, I pulled out Instagram and posted the pictures I took last weekend. After I posted I fell asleep.

Ethan and I’s parents arrive back into the room and gently wake me up. As I’m getting ready to roll out of bed I pick up my phone checking my Instagram notification on my recent post as commenting back.

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khlofosho All the good pictures get taken when I don't go 😭

I start getting ready for the game quickly as it took me awhile to roll out of the bed. As I am in the bathroom putting makeup on, my mother comes in and shuts the door behind her. “Can I help you?” I ask her giving her a side eye in the mirror.

“Have you been checking your grades lately?” she says looking at me through the mirror

“Last I checked they weren’t that bad” I say before batting my eyelashes on my mascara wand, “calm down” I say rolling my eyes

“You’re at risk of academic probation, you lost your scholarship for next year, and you’ve been absolutely hell to be around, and you are trying to tell me I should be calm. Y/f/n I will tell you right now, If you end up on academic probation I won’t even allow you to go back in the fall to correct that!” she says sternly at me, “understand me?”

“Yes! Okay! Jeez, I’ll try harder” I say and my mother shakes her head leaving the bathroom. I finish up before going back out to meet everyone in the hallway. We went out for supper and then headed over to the game.

After the big win, we all headed down to the ice level to meet with Ethan. I stand with our parents as they chat about the game Ethan just played as I see him walk around the corner. When we make eye contact, he makes a funny face to me and I scrunch my nose and smile back as he approaches our group. He hugs both his parents, then mine.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Ethan’s father asks him

“Just bed, celly starts tomorrow when we're back” he says and a small chuckle escapes his lips. “You guys going right back? He asks our parents

“We might go out for a drink” his mother tells him right before someone yells out that they are loading up the bus

“Okay, well if I don’t see you tonight, we are eating breakfast at the hotel tomorrow morning at 8” he says, hugging us all one last time before walking towards the group.

I get dropped off at the hotel and make my way to the room. As I get off the elevator I make the turn around the wall entering the hallway where my parents and I’s room is when I see Ethan standing outside my door. It’s been quite a few days without sex, so I knew exactly what he wanted. And I wanted it too.

“Oh, I thought the celebration starts tomorrow” I say as I approach him.

“I was thinking we could get an early start,” he says, making me instantly weak in the knees.

“Alright, but we gotta be quick” I say unlocking the door and we both enter. I shut the door that connects to Ethan’s parents room and turn to Ethan taking my shirt off in the process. Ethan takes his off as he watches me unclasp my bra, and we take our pants off at the same time so we are both completely naked.

I walk up and press my lips to his and we being making out. He pushes me hard against the door I just shut. He trails kisses down to my chest as he massages my tits. He then begins sucking hard on them, making me gulp. “C-careful!” I say to him and he begins massaging my tits a little more rough making me throw my head back on the door behind me.

I begin to slowly lower myself and he releases my tits so I can face his cock. I spit down on it before grabbing it and stroking him. I look up to make eye contact with him, “You don’t know how bad I needed this” he says then releases a heavy breath. I tilt my head and lick from the bottom of his cock up to his tip, kissing it before sliding it in my mouth. I begin sucking on his tip first as I stroke his the rest of his cock with my free hands. I release my mouth and look up at him before entering him back in my mouth even further. I continue sucking back and forth and I hear Ethan give me praises through his soft moans. “C-come’ir” he says and I release his cock from my mouth standing in front of him. He grabs his cock and strokes it a few times as he brings his lips to mine to makeout with me again. He lets go of his cock when he feels my hand try to take over and reaches down rubbing circles around my clit fast, “I’m already so close” he says breaking from the kiss so he can watch me moan as he slips two fingers inside of me pumping it a few times before curling his fingers hard inside of me.

“Fuck E” I moan out as Ethan bites on to his lip enjoying watching me moan for him. He then pulls his fingers out and I whimper slightly at the loss of friction between us. He pulls me over to the bed and leans me down so I was bent over the bed laying on my stomach. His foot hits mine hinting to push them apart so both my legs take to steps apart opening my legs for Ethan.

I hear his balls swing back and forth hitting skin and he strokes himself hard before thrusting into me deep, “Fuck Ethan!” I whimper loudly and he stops himself deep inside of me before saying: “Shhh! We can’t be too loud”.

He begins thrusting inside of me as he grabs my hips so he can become more forceful as he pushes himself in me. He pumps hard and fast, making my legs weak. I can’t help but to arch my back slightly. At this new angle Ethan repeatedly his my g-spot over and over, “Fuck Ethan right there! OH MY GOD!” I whimper loudly again. He doesn’t shush me this time instead I feel him twitch inside of me slightly as he continues thrusting into me. He cums inside of me as he is thrusting me quickly becoming sloppy.

“Oh Fuck!” he says pulling himself out of me fast

“Again Ethan?! Seriously?” I ask him as he runs to the bathroom grabbing some toilet paper to wipe up the cream oozing out of me.

“Fuck, I’m sorry!” he says handing me another bit of toilet paper to clean what he missed. I clean myself and take the cream filled toilet paper and throw it into the toilet flushing it as Ethan gets changed. I come back out and get myself dressed as Ethan lays on the bed watching me.

After I get dressed I open the door between the two rooms and crawl beside Ethan. He puts his arm over my shoulder as he turns the tv on. We watched the tv before I accidentally fell asleep and Ethan slipped away without waking me.

In the morning, the alarm goes off at 6:30 am and I sit up immediately rubbing our eyes. I look over at my parents bed to see them already up scrolling through their phones on Facebook or reading some article or something. I roll back over falling asleep for a bit before another alarm goes off at 7. I finally get up and make my way to take a shower.

I get myself ready then grab my bag and heading down to put it in the car. When I put the bag in the car, I then turn back towards the hotel and join Ethan’s parents for breakfast. As we eat the whole team came down. Ethan sat at the table with us waiting for the area to be less squished by the breakfast area, before getting up to get his own, then sitting with his team.

After I finished eating, it was time for us to leave so I could catch my flight. Ethan quickly came over and gave his parents and my parents a hug, telling him that he will see them next weekend before hugging me, “I’ll see you in a bit” he says with a soft smile.

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afatallovesong · 2 years

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Hello! I absolutely loved 364 😩😩 I was wondering if you could write a smut fwb where calum gets really jealous because y/n decided to go out since he forgot -again- he had made plans with her… maybe they choose the same club? Problems in paradise? Idk 🫠

Thank yoou

I kinda took this and ran with it

Unbelievable

A Calum Hood one shot

18+, Smut, NSFW

Word Count: 10659

Is it lonely where you are? He’d asked, message flickering across your phone screen before you could slide it into your pocket. He had some nerve to stand you up and still expect you to be waiting for him, right where he’d left you, to slide into your messages hours later proving you correctly just how much of an afterthought you really were. You would not be waiting, no, you wouldn’t be doing that, you would never do that again. A party wasn’t the exact event you’d seen yourself in this evening but after a couple of hours its where you were, where you ended up as a last resort. You knew it was on, so you took your chance to attend, the first one you’d bothered to go to in months, since you met him.

You hadn’t wondered too hard about what might have kept him. You hadn’t even demanded that he tell you. It was tiresome to ask, it was more so to pretend, to pretend like it didn’t crush you, like his actions had no consequence on you, when that’s all they had, endless consequences. You didn’t come to drink and forget, you didn’t come to move on and latch onto someone else, you knew you were in deep, deeper than you had anticipated but even with the hopelessness you felt, at the way he'd let you down for the third time, there was something about him that kept you in place. If another guy would so much as dare to lay a finger on you, you’d shrink back as if the touch had been a poison your skin could not contain. The touch of anyone else was a venom, he was your only antidote, he must know that and that’s probably why he ran.

You cross the room to the drink’s table, so many bodies to fight through on your way, none that gave you any feeling, any sensation. A bump of a stranger’s elbow into your rib hadn’t even hurt, it was like they hadn’t been there at all, like you were numb to their presence, only feeling him only responding to him, a blessing, and a curse. Your phone felt like it was burning a hole through your pocket, keeping your thoughts well and truly placed upon the messages rolling onto your lock screen. Had you any will power at all?

With a newly made drink in your one had, your other desperately tapping your thigh to the beat of the song, the song you couldn’t even comprehend with the muffling symphony of chatter, you tried to stay away. Just one night away. Didn’t you deserve one night? No. You deserved what you wanted and what you wanted was everything you couldn’t access from surrounding yourself in a pool of drunken 20 somethings. “Cant even check your phone now.” The first notification. “Leaving me out to die here,” the second. “I know I’m late.” This was when you sighed, moving the phone to rest against your leg with the screen facing away. It pulsed again. “Didn’t think I’d ever catch you here.” Here? Here as in, this party?

You fought the urge to look up, its what he’d have wanted, what he’d have been counting on. Although it pained your curiosity to avoid a glance, you kept your head down, mentally praising yourself for it, the longer you lasted. The next notification would surely catch you. “Can’t even look at me princess.” You didn’t read it, you heard it, it was clear as day in your mind. If you closed your eyes for a moment you could picture it too, those deep umber eyes, the smirk, the dimples, and creases at the sides of his lips and the head tilt, mustn’t forget the way he tilted his head like a confused little puppy despite him knowingly having dominance over you, not the other way around. He was testing you, and you were not prepared for this exam. Enough was enough, you thought.

He'd stayed calm, watching you from across the room, so sweet so fucking ignorant. You tried to act out, as if you were so much better than him, so different to him, you were the same. You played him like a fool. You reeled him in, filled his mind with nothing but you for days, for weeks on end and then you drop him. You leave him with nothing the moment he has other plans, the moment he suspects that you may even share a glimmer of the same compassion he’d developed so easily for you.

The first time he allowed it, it was his mistake, his mess to clean, he knew he fucked up, he couldn’t admit to it in front of you, but he knew. He’d doubted you, doubted things with you, how was he deserving of you? The pout on your lips as he clarified his excuse had him ready to drop to his knees and beg for your forgiveness, but he wouldn’t, or he couldn’t, he wasn’t even sure at this point which it was. He had to sit it out and give you both the space you’d seemed to require, a chance to breathe without you burdening his every breath. The worst part was that he hadn’t even minded. Hell, he’d quit oxygen and survive on you alone if he could, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t. Could he?

The second offence, he had crossed wires, his plans falling consecutively. He’d gone to cancel with his friends without a shadow of a doubt casting over his decision but if they’d inquired, if they’d only mentioned your name, he’d have blabbed, he couldn’t possibly help himself. You were his past time, his night, his day, but not his. He couldn’t say that you were either. He couldn’t dismiss his friends for a night with his girl because that was so not what you were. He wasn’t even sure if you’d ever wanted to be, not when you kept your phone in your back pocket, right for him to see, there for him to reach and grab and throw across the room because that’s how easily you had discarded him. That’s how hurt he’d felt. Like all the time he’d spent with you had been nothing but a dream.

As far as you were concerned, there were no benefits in your arrangement, not anymore all there was, was befuddlement. Lines crossing so closely, once parallel, now perpendicular, a blur of what you once were. It was fun, it was mind numbingly fun in the best way as you started. You’d slept together right under this roof, just a floor above where you stood now, never being one to slip away at a party until he’d barely twisted your arm to the idea. You’d never seen yourself with him, you’d fancied him, might have even sworn you’d climb him one day, never saw it actually happening until it had, then you couldn’t think of much else.

It was his eyes you see, so convincing, the plumpness of his lips on your neck may also have helped but you couldn’t be certain, you didn’t want to be certain, it could have been a number of things. Perhaps even the hand that rested on your waist, the fingers that gripped your hip intensely enough for you to focus on nothing else but the way his fingers might have felt just a fraction closer to your soft skin hidden beneath your dress. His whispers in your ear had seemingly pushed you though, a brushing of hot air on your right lobe and he was close enough to watch your vein vibrating at the side of your throat, the speed of your heart beat reaching an almighty pace at the performance he was giving you, how precious was all he’d thought.

It wasn’t the night of your life. It wasn’t even close to the hottest encounter you’ve shared with someone, as a stranger or otherwise. It was an unsophisticated quickie in a friend of a friend’s bedroom, nothing cute, nothing romantic, nothing to tell. You had wondered if it was even worth apologising to your shared acquaintance. If it was good enough to mention to a friend, without much regret in soberness. There was something you had plaguing your mind. There were reasons to find his rushed touches so satisfying. The way he’d taken you, the location he’d taken you in. He’d deliberately chosen the dresser against the window. He’d sparked your appetite the moment he slammed you up against it, albeit clumsily, but exhilarating all the same. It was all about the location.

You’d let him drive you home that night, almost certain you’d never wish to see him again, not that he wasn’t attractive or worthy of your attention, you just didn’t feel like beginning something, something you couldn’t finish, or even want to finish. You instead exited his vehicle without turning back with so much as a wave of reassurance as you’d made it inside your house, as safely as you could. You’d gone to sleep that night prepared to let the story line fall flat on it’s face, never to be picked up again, certainly not to be read. Your mind had not allowed you a moment of peace. The window, you close your eyes, and you were once again plush against it. Why had it invaded your most private thoughts?

He'd debated asking for your number as he drove you home, mouth opening, bottom lip quivering as he fought to find the words. There was a biting feeling at the back of his neck, tugging on his conscience. If he let you go, he’d be missing out on so much, so much he wasn’t even aware of at the time. He’d be letting a golden opportunity fade into the distance, untouchable. He’d known it wasn’t a mind blowing fuck as you’d both promised each other it would be, and usually that was enough to him to move along and let it slide but with you, no, there was no moving on from you. Not when he hadn’t shown you his best. He wanted to show you his best. He had to have you, was all he thought, he’d already had you, but he had to have you again and again, every day if he must although he wasn’t sure why he felt so strongly about it.

He'd not seen you in a week. Attended the same party, the one thrown seemingly every day even if that wasn’t so eccentric to believe. Oddly enough, he hadn’t been hoping that you’d be there. It was rather the opposite. He’d sought to replace you, to find himself repeating the steps of the week before but this time having it be thoughtless, having it be done and dusted the moment he parted. He was seeking a rebound for someone he hadn’t even known enough to require getting over, but there he was, scouting the room for remnants of a physical touch he’d hoped you weren’t the only one to provide.

He'd seen you. Slyly entering the room, less than a bounce in your step as you found a seat on the arm of a chair. You were partially listening to the couple seated beside you on the loveseat. Your head tilting or nodding in acknowledgment the moment their eyes had to looked upon you to do so. You did your due diligence to respond to every social queue lay in your way. You had smiled, you had laughed, and you had tied your hair up with a scrunchie that was placed across your wrist twice. You had applied it when you first took your seat, fanning yourself with your hand to express your struggle with the humidity lying in the room. You had then released your hair, shaking it out as temperature was more to your liking. Then to his amusement you had tied it again, nodding as you repeated the steps he’d already memorised.

He’d found himself glad that you were here. There was a comfort in your presence even if he had not wanted that to be the case when he arrived. Your indecisiveness had touched him. He was often described in a similar way. Had you been the same as him? It would be a criminal offence to avoid your temptations now that he had gained them now that he could think of nothing else for the rest of that evening until he’d been weak enough to break away from a draining conversation himself. Latching onto your arm as you walked by, and he was opportunistic enough to use you as his excuse to find freedom.

The two of you had developed immensely from there. Days turning to weeks, weeks turning to months, feelings turning to self-doubt, to betrayal even, the betrayal of a promise. He’d broken a promise with you again. To keep things casual, to have fun, to never attend a party here again for the sake of your friends, for the sake of the secret. He could not step away from you. Your hands were always reaching for him, pulling his puppet strings towards you. He was a weak man when you were around. He had wanted to touch you so fiercely you’d sworn not to be around each other while in the company of others, to prohibit any questions, to rewrite your story in a way that hadn’t been damning but that was exactly what it was.

You’d wanted to answer him. You’d stared for far to long in any direction that couldn’t have been his and you were losing your grip on reality. If you had answered, if you had gone over, how would you feel? There were so many options but the most prominent, was scared. You were scared to let it slip how you’d missed him, how it had hurt that you weren’t important to him, that you had no right to even think for a moment about the last point since there was no reason for you to mean anything to him at all. You were just a body, just a vessel for him to use. It had felt good, it had felt better and better each time. The more you knew each other, the way you had learned from each other.

You weren’t sure bodies could entwine quite the way they did. How it was flooding your subconscious with the realisation that sex had never felt nearly as good as how it had with him. As if you were made to please each other, a feeling so preposterously sickening. It was embarrassing to believe there was even the slightest chance he was made for you, but you had allowed the scenario to play on in your mind on several occasions.

Your bodies had loved each other. Even if it was just your physical needs that had met in such a way. There was no denying how your body would react to his, his touch never being enough, you needing to force him to touch you harder, to force your chest or your hips into his hands, to let it be clear that you were willing to have a side of him he’d often been told to supress. A roughness no lover of his had been capable of enjoying, sure they’d attempt it, worth a try, worth testing the waters never to paddle there again but you had enjoyed it. You were cautious at first, taking things one step at a time but you’d adapted, you’d ruminated the image of him working you harder, you’d found yourself wanting it more and more with every day.

How scandalous to be desperate for punishment, for pain, for a fucking so intense you’d question whether he cared for your life at all. You were starting to see that he did. His aftercare had always been there, he had cleaned you, he had given you water, he had caressed your burning skin, your stinging wounds across your neck, he had been gentle with you. It was different as the weeks had gone on, there was more that he could do for you, more he’d wanted to do even if you didn’t need the excessive attention. He would dress you; he would rub soft circles into your hips as they were inflamed from the brutality of his thrusts. He’d known a nibble on your ear lobe was as sweet as it was sexy, a sure fire way to calm you into a static state. He’d memorised where your clothes had been, what each draw of your dresser had contained so he could be of more use to you. No man could go to such lengths without an emotion lying beneath it.

Nothing had been confessed. You’d tied it down to the ideology that some things hadn’t needed to be heard to be in existence. It would have been nice if there was a way to know, to see beneath the surface without breaching it but there hadn’t seemed like there was. Instead of asking outright you’d just glossed over the feeling. Even as he kissed you goodbye, as he did without fail, every time he left you, you had not found the courage or the time to speculate his desires for you. A kiss goodbye so often a romantic gesture but not where he was concerned, not where you were stood, hoping you wouldn’t even have to say a goodbye in the first place. He always lingered there too, in the door way, smiling down at you, cupping your cheek in his surprisingly soft hands. If he could just show you, if he could just let you know, you’d love to just know.

His lack of arrival on dates you’d agreed upon in advance was the straw that had very nearly broke the camel’s back. You were so heavily offended by the lack of appearance that you’d vowed to yourself you wouldn’t let him back in again, that this was the sign, this was the communication you’d been manifesting. He’d revealed his unchanged intentions with you. There was no room in his day for you let alone his heart. It was a silly thing to imagine you ever having been on the same page. You taking his actions, his sweet touches, his private moments as more than they were ever meant to be. You were foolish in your hope, foolish in your assumptions and foolish for catching his eye across the other side of the room.

Your feet couldn’t carry you any faster out the front door. Opening it so abruptly you feared the hinges would be knocked clean off. You raced down the driveway, all too aware of footsteps trailing behind you. You’d told yourself repeatedly not to look behind you, not to supply him with that power. You twisted your neck a smidge. Enough to see a red shirt adorning a body that was not even remotely close to his. He hadn’t even bothered to chase you. You had found yourself shattered into a million shards soaring down against the sidewalk beneath your feet. If you could disintegrate into a spec of glass, small enough to be a grain of sand, it still wouldn’t accurately describe how small you were left feeling.

“You’ve got some nerve you know that.” A confrontational attack if ever you’d heard one. Your body swung around to face your well known accuser. “Me?” You gestured to yourself in shock. He nodded, no comprehension of the fact you had done nothing wrong, that it was him who had caused this scene to make it into the movie it was panning out to be. “You moan that I wasn’t there for you but when I reach out you don’t even bat an eyelid in my direction.” He pointed to you, fingers jabbing the air to express his undeserving rage. “You didn’t show!” You whisper yell, anxious of the scene being deafeningly loud to the rest of the street. “You come to this stupid party, one you swore you’d never go to I might add, then you have the cheek to call me out.” He crossed his arms over his chest, left foot tapping against the concrete, head nodding, his hair flowing with it.

“You’re at this stupid party.” Was all he said. “That’s it, that’s what you have to respond.” He nodded; lips glued shut. “Unbelievable.” You sigh. “You know what, no, actually scratch that, completely believable.” His hands start to grip at the long sleeves of his band shirt, the friction between you beginning to unnerve him, to push him to the edge of the cliff he’d forced himself onto the moment he left you waiting for him that evening. “I wouldn’t even be here tonight if you’d just turned up like you were supposed to.” Despite the way you’d yelled, he couldn’t help but think about kissing you. You looked so cute stomping your feet, physically unable to stand still as you expressed yourself, the pouting of your lip was calling him.

“I don’t know why I expected a level of honesty when that’d exactly what we aren’t.” You were not honest; you were not anything. Your eyes suddenly being able to look anywhere else but at his own had driven your words into him as harshly as a double decker bus could have. He was left just as wounded on the side of the road, fighting for his life as much as any casualty of a collision would. He would not see fit to rest until you were soothed.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore.” He said, dragging your worst fears out into the open air, kicking his feet against the ground, hands slipping into his pockets as he swayed to the beat of his own song. “You don’t want to do this anymore.” You repeat to allow the words to be interpreted correctly. “You don’t want to do this anymore, you.” You said again. “You’re an asshole.” You stepped back, eyes watching his as you drifted out of his reach for the final time. His heart had jumpstarted, revving back to life, pumping harder than it had in years. It wasn’t the only body part sparking to action, no, his legs, they were chasing you before he’d even had the thought.

“I want you.” He yelled after you as you rushed yourself down the street, scared to trip at the speed you had found yourself stepping into. “Please.” Another yell. Had he not just remarked the opposite? His distain was already a written decree. A thundering of footsteps bombarded their way over to you, the loud and unmistakable beating of his sneakers across the ground filling your senses to the brim. “Don’t you fucking walk away from me.” A harsh grip lands on your right arm, your body lurching backwards, falling into his chest. His tone was gruff, maybe there was desperation hidden somewhere beneath, but for the most part, he was commanding. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t terrified.

Not in the sense that you found his action to be intentionally harmful or sinister in any way but instead with the looming repercussions of your disobedience if you’d ever allow yourself to be close with him again. He looked at you with a fear and fragility in his eyes that you’d never spotted him wearing before. His head tilting just a smidge to the left, his large eyes dark but soft. He was afraid to lose you. If he was so scared, why had he pushed you into it? You wanted to melt, to give him the benefit of the doubt, another chance but where would it leave you this time?

“Let me take you home.” He’d wanted nothing more than to force his forehead against yours while he pleaded with you, but he thought better of it. He’d settle for stroking your hair and feeling your breathing relaxing as you fell for his touch. He hadn’t needed a response, no permissions were necessary in the slightest, you knew as well as he did that you would be allowing exactly that. You had an irrational sense of responsibility, to do as you were told even if he’d not deserved the chance to unleash his feeling on you at all. The good in you had wanted to witness the good in him.

He took you home, before you could open your door and make your getaway he’d locked it, foiling your plans. It had been a comfortable ride. You hadn’t thought it would be, not after your spat but it just was. You could sit in any kind of silence with him and be grateful for the time. The idea of leaving it all behind, ending what you had, hurt more than a punch.

His hands had hovered over the console at least 5 times, he wanted to touch your thigh, he’d stared, wishing he could but it wasn’t worth the swot if you hadn’t wanted his hands near you. He’d felt the same calmness as you. The chill in the air, perhaps orchestrated by the atmosphere between you or it was in fact just a cold summer night. When he’d spotted the goosebumps climbing your thighs he’d wanted to throw his jacket right over you, incessantly needing to protect you, to care for you. You were his to care for, he felt like his true purpose on this earth was to look after you better than he ever could himself. That’s why he needed to level with you.

No longer able to act as if you weren’t the one thing keeping him going these days. That your smile was so stunning, rarer than any gem stone. That your laugh had made his stomach flip every single time he heard it, the sweetest sound, he just fucking fell to mush for you. The hard edge he once had, the coolness his friends had admired him for, he was burning up around you, he was hotter than a furnace when he loved you and shit, he had loved you. He still loved you, he would always love you.

“I gotta be honest.” Your face lifted, eyes meeting his before he darted them around to the steering wheel. “There’s more here right?” He lay his palms out flat on his lap, palms facing the sky. “Like I’m not the only one feeling it right?” You’d never heard his voice so shaky, so uncertain. You just looked at him. It was like he wasn’t even talking at all, like he didn’t just say what you were hoping he would. You just kept looking at him, losing yourself in his eyes, his equally lost eyes. “You’re not saying anything, is that you saying something? Is that your answer?” He mumbled. “If that’s your answer that’s okay.” He continued rushing. He reached to flick the button to unlock your car door. Your heart started thudding against your chest, no, no he couldn’t set you free now, not now, not after this.

“Shit you know, you can go its okay, I’ll leave you alone.” His hands reached up to cover his face in his mortification. His heart was sinking so low, how stupid was he to think this ambush would be anything other than idiotic. “Cal.” Your voice softly spoke, not loud enough for his pounding heart beat to allow him to hear. “Oh, for fuck sake Calum, shut up.” You silence him. He stares at you wide eyed, hands dropping into his lap once more. “You pissed me off today.” You stated. “You really pissed me off.” It was more of a warning this time. “Why did you do that?” He blinked a couple times, trying to find an answer somewhere in his scrambled brain. “I chickened out.” He sighed. You laughed. “You what?” He hurt you because he was a coward, how did that work, he’d been fucking you for months, what was so scary at this stage, he’d seen every side to you, front and back, clothed and unclothed.

“Cut the bullshit.” You snap. “I don’t accept your excuse.” You reach for the handle, almost forcing a better response from him or you walk out for good, not that you actually had the guts yourself to stay true to that idea, but that was for you to know and him to find out, or in this case, not to find out. “I thought if I pushed you away it would give me some room to breathe.” So, you were smothering him. “Not like, not like I was seeing too much of you I just meant like, God do you know how much I think about you?” You sat back, body sinking into the seat beneath you as he continued. You were a sucker for every word out of that pretty mouth of his.

He'd turned his body sideways to give you his full attention, now or never. “Sometimes I think your name is my favourite word in the entire world, cause its all I hear, all I think of.” You bit harshly on your bottom lip, not entirely sure what you had been expecting but you could confidently say, it was not that, you would never have thought it would be that. “You hurt me.” He nodded, accepting it. “You hurt me too.” You also nodded, accepting it. “Not in the good way either.” You rolled your eyes, not in the way he liked. “Are we good?” He asked, he knew that you were, but he’d be damned if he didn’t hear you say it. “No.” You respond. “No?” He quirks a brow, a smirk flickering onto his face. You take a breath, shaking your head. “No.” You say again. “And why’s that?” He leans in closer to you, not too close, but close enough for you to squeal internally, the mood had shifted drastically, and you were so very excited. “Because you owe me.”

He laughed deeply under his breath. “I owe you.” He repeats, hands returning to the wheel or just beside it, pulling the keys from the ignition, shoving them into his pockets in a way that made your body tingle with excitement. He looked at you, out of the corner of his eye. “Sure, I owe you, how will I be repaying this debt.” You found a smirk yourself, shifting onto your knees in the seat, leaning over to bring your face in close to him. The proximity had his thoughts swirling around in his head. He could see so many fantasies being carried out right here, right where you were situated, all with you. “Lets go inside.” Was all you said. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He'd shot out of the car, you the same, the doors slamming so loud, but you didn’t even take a moment to cringe at the thought of disturbing your neighbours this time around. He locked the car, rushing behind you as you forced your key in the lock, his hands already cupping your ass, grabbing at your hips. His lips were pressed into your hair at the top of your head while he assaulted you with his needy hands. A smack to your cheek had you ready to drop the keys and take him where he stood, thankfully his hand came around you to help you jam it inside the lock, steadying your hand, turning the key instead, if he hadn’t assisted you, you’d never have made it inside. “There you go baby, good job.” So condescending, so undeniably sexy. You could hardly remember there being friction between you at all.

Once inside he had you pinned against the door, his tongue sliding into your mouth, hands roaming across your body. He had unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the ground. There was nothing slow tonight, there wasn’t enough time in the world right now. He needed you and hell you needed him. You bought his hand down between your legs, showing him just how much you had needed. A gasp fell from his lips as he swiped a finger over your clothed cunt. “Shit, baby already?” You pulled his face back to yours, crashing your lips against his. He could feel how hard he was, pressing against his jeans, you’d probably felt it too, body pressed up against him.

Your wetness was slick against his finger even through the fabric of your underwear. He’d stumbled upon the edge of the seams, pushing them to the side, allowing him access to push just one finger inside of you, your mouth dropping open in surprise. “Didn’t think I’d keep you waiting did you?” He watched your eyes religiously as he pulled away before plunging inside of you again. You moaned and he cooed, mimicking you, his left hand grabbing yours, pinning it above your head as he had you trapped in place, fingers working you beautifully. “So nice huh?” You nodded, gasping for him already, almost embarrassed at how easily you were collapsing, so pent up, so desperate. You hadn’t even been horny before, but him, it was all him, he was just so commanding, you’d jump him any time, any place and you’d enjoy it wholeheartedly.

“Gonna take another one for me.” You nodded even though you didn’t have to, he was already circling your throbbing cunt with the additional finger before pressing it into you, beginning to stretch you out. “Mmm, good girl.” He pecked at your cheek the over your nose towards the other. Your eyes fluttered closed as you focused, not sure which sensation was more enjoyable, his kisses had meant so much, after the way he’d come clean about his feelings, they were a whole new chapter under construction, but his fingers, oh god knows you love his fingers. You were rocking your hips into his touch, he was mercilessly driving them into you, filling you up, even going as far as to split them in a scissor like motion just to press against your weakest spot sending your head crashing back against the door.

“Oh baby, you need to be careful.” His eyes showed a slight alarm. “Come on, lets get to your room, can’t let you injure yourself for me, deserve a bed to fuck on at least.” You didn’t even shed a thought for the dress you’d left by the door, you just followed him up the stairs, struck dumb by his fingers. Just like the very first night all over again, anticipation and butterflies were flooding your stomach, a heat swelteringly hot was scolding your cheeks and you entered your bedroom quietly, obediently behind him.

He pushed you down on your own bed, stepping between your legs, lifting your chin in his hands. “You doing okay?” You weren’t sure if he was referring to your head or your heart, but you nodded either way. “Can you give me more than that?” He rubbed his thumb softly over your jaw. “I just want you.” You pressed your cheek into the palm of his hands, looking up at him hopelessly almost. “I just want you so much.” It hurt your heart to say it, it was so ridiculously true, you needed him you would be lost if he didn’t give himself to you. “Say it again for me.” He tapped your cheek to urge you. You did your best to tilt your head back, giving him the eyes that had always broken him down, big, round, full of adoration for the man before you, he was nearly putty in your hands.

He could barely breathe as he waited on you. He knew he’d give into you whether you said it or not because you looked divine, there half naked for him, soaked between your legs just at the thought of him taking you. He was ready to give you whatever you desired, his heavy need to provide for you, if his girl was cock starved then he would be there to resolve that. “I missed you so much.” You mutter, he blinked down at you, swearing his heart was slowing as you spoke. He couldn’t compose himself fast enough. “I want you so bad, need you, want you inside me, please.” His eyes just about rolled back into his skull, a deep groan pouring from his mouth. “Whatever your fucking want.” Was what he wanted to say, what he was aching to say, to give into his little princess but instead, “you think you deserve it?” Was what he said. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth. “Hmm, think you deserve my cock after the way you spoke to me.” You knew it would come back to bite you in the ass.

“Oh, don’t go shy on me now.” He teased with a smile, fighting his every urge to pound you into the mattress already. “I’m sorry.” You whimpered. He tightened his hand around your throat but not enough to obstruct another sentence from you, no, he needed your words. “You’re sorry?” He pushes. “Sorry for what baby. What you sorry for?” You could scream at him, scream for wanting more without these silly games but scream too for how good it was, how much you loved being treated like this, belittled, and degraded. His sharp stare down at you had you shuffling in your seat, thighs squeezing together tight, he had you gagging for it.

“I’m sorry for yelling.” He lifted his spare hand as a fist, now releasing his thumb to count your offences. You cottoned on fast enough to know to continue, he’d loved how you didn’t waste a moment comprehending his actions, his smart little girl. “I’m sorry for running out on you.” His index finger now pointed to the ceiling, his head nodding along, encouraging you more. “I’m sorry for ignoring your texts, for not looking for you at the party.” His middle finger and another were released. “Keep going, one more.” He wiggled his pinky finger. You were wracking your brain trying to think of another, you’d covered it all had you not?

“Come on.” He pushed, you started toying with his belt hoping to distract him. “Nuh uh, one more, don’t cheat, want a clue?” You felt stupid for having to nod your head, letting your hands fall down to your sides. “What did you call me?” He was smiling down at you, enjoying every second that he put you on the spot like this. He could tell the exact moment it came to your mind, your brows shifting as you recollected. “Unbelievable, I called you unbelievable.” He half lifted his little finger up and then down, not quite ready to stretch it yet. “I’m sorry for calling you unbelievable.” You rushed, seeing him finally fix his hand in the air. “I’ll show you unbelievable.” He groaned, pushing you back on the bed.

You made yourself comfortable, pushing back towards the pillows at your head board while he shed his own clothes. Your mouth watered as it landed over his growing erection. You felt a yearning for him, you could die if he wasn’t near you, wasn’t entering you, your body was devastated without him. “Face down baby.” You followed his request, rolling over, pressing your face into your pillow, lifting your hips into the air, leaning heavily on your knees.

He tugged your backside towards him, bending you into a position better suited for him. “Dripping wet for me aren’t you?” You had to sway your hips, had to wiggle them, do something for him, for yourself even. “Impatient are we?” He had no idea how he’d stayed as strong as he had. He was ready to bust just looking at your rear end, but somehow he’d kept it together, if he was cumming tonight it would be inside of you, any hole, any one he wanted, his for the taking. You started to whimper, losing yourself, you could not wait any longer, he’d kept you waiting, kept stalling, why was he stalling, did he not want you? More of the opposite, he’d wanted you too much, so much he didn’t even know if he’d be able to last when he pushed himself inside you, would be overcome by the welcome of your soaking heat wrapping around him.

“Just gotta take these off, then I’m all yours.” He dragged your underwear down over your ass, down your thighs, he lifted your legs one by one to pull the material the rest of the way, quickly tossing them onto the floor before returning his full attention to you. He stood for a second, not psyching himself up exactly but just making sure he remembered this correctly. Where you were positioned for him, how he’d had you needy, drunk on him, how he’d known he loved you, even before you were naked and begging him, he needed to remember this just right.

He hadn’t warned you before his cock pushed past the threshold of your entrance. Your body instinctively pushed forward to retreat from the intrusion, his hands soon seeing to prevent that response. “Oh, fuck.” You cried. Everything, you felt everything, he was so deep, bottoming out inside you, lowering his back to encase yours, rutting his hips even when his cock had nowhere left to go, no further space to fill. You felt him in your stomach, so far inside you. Even the chain that previously dangled from his neck was now tickling your own back, he was so close. “Feel that?” He pressed a kiss to the top of your spine. You just mumble, unable to string together a sentence. “Can’t speak?” You shake your head, hoping he wouldn’t push you. “You okay?” You loved that he had the sense to check. You nod weakly. “Gimme your hand.” You fumble, altering your position to allow him to grip your hand across the sheets, finding comfort in his extra touch.

“Feel how deep I am.” He didn’t rock his hips this time, not wanting to overdo it, to break you so soon. “Made for me.” You mutter. His neck twitches at the comment, had he heard you correctly? “What was that?” He prodded, lips pecking your shoulder as he tried to keep cool, tried not to cum inside you already. “Said you were made for me.” You whine. “You were fucking made for me.” You moaned out the sentence as he pulled back his hips before sinking back down into you. It was less startling now, less painful. He was still deep, still huge inside of you, but you were relaxed now, you had allowed yourself to stop clenching and tightening around him, instead allowing his presence inside of you. “I think you’re right; I think I was made for you.”

He picked up his pace, falling into a familiar rhythm, not one so similar that it had felt boring or less enjoyable no, instead it felt perfect, felt right to you. He wasn’t showing a sign of mercy, your apologies not clearing his need to punish you, you couldn’t even be mad, you wanted this, you had to be shown, had to be told how much of a brat you were. He would give you what you wanted only if you behaved. “Fucking missed this, missed your pussy.” The filth was echoing in your ears. You loved it when he spoke like that, so unnecessarily crude, it made you throb for him.

“Want more?” He grabbed hold of your hips, bringing you back to meet his. “Yes, yes!” You started to cry. “Okay, I’ll give you what you want.” He rocked into you at a lethal place, hammering away, pressing against your insides so hard you’d have an ache there for days. Why had that appealed to you so much? To be left with internal markings as well as the external. To be his inside and out. It was just as he’d said, unbelievable, he was unbelievable. “God yes, yes.” He angled himself, cock pressing upwards, colliding with your most sensitive spot. It was insane the grip you’d had on him, his cock was so tightly taken he thought he’d lose all blood pressure flowing between the two of you. It was good, so fucking good, everything, he’d been wanting, you were so good for him, so hot. He kept his pace, wanting to make it last, to fuck you hard like you deserved but to elongate it, make you wait for your release, if you even deserved one at all, could he be that cruel? Denying you would only mean denial for him too, he felt you best when you came for him.

Your skin was now bunched up under his nails, hips just divinely clawed to pieces while he forced himself into you, skin smacking yours so hard it hurt. You could scream, you could cry his name, but your throat burned, so dry from your desperation, your writhing around from his insane change of pace. “You feel so fucking perfect for me.” He kept your head pushed down into the mattress as if you even needed the direction in the first place, knowing you were unable to lift yourself out of fear you’d finish without his explicit permission. “So good for me, shit baby.” He drew his hips back, his throbbing cock releasing itself from you. You could only sigh into your sheets, awaiting his next move.

He twisted your hips, cock slapping against your back before he flipped you over. You hissed at the street light hitting your eyes through the window, having been plunged into darkness for the last however long he’d drilled into you. Time had seemingly escaped you as he had his way. “You okay angel?” You knew he cared, he was pent up, desperate to release himself in any way possible, sure, but he cared for you far more. He’d noticed your suffering, your thirst. You nod pathetically, attempting to lick over your bottom lip but groaning when the dry muscle produced nothing soothing for you. “Want some water?“ He could continue his fun afterwards at least; your comfort was more important.

You nod again, trying to lift yourself up, leaning back on your arms. He nods to himself, opening the door, leaving it wide open, heading into the bathroom to grab a cup with absolutely no shame, not that he’d needed any, no one was home, but the thought of someone finding you, sprawled out with your legs spread, dripping with sweat and naked like this? It was anxiety inducing, thought provoking and all kinds of perfect.

When he walked back over, you couldn’t help but groan, eyes falling immediately to his hard on, he could control himself so well it was insane, you were wrecked, and he looked like he’d just began. “Enjoying the view?” He teased, bringing his spare hand down to run it over himself, down to the base, gripping his balls tightly then back up again. His confidence had returned. “Drink up, I miss you.” He missed being in you more like. He didn’t trust your shaking out reached hand to take the glass yourself, instead he tilted it down towards your lips, cupping under your chin to catch any droplets that escaped your pretty mouth. You gulped down the water, letting the coolness coat and soothe your aching throat, eyes closing to enjoy the replenishment.

“You good baby?” You nodded as firmly as you could. He nodded back subtly in agreement, acknowledging your response before placing the glass on your bedside drawers. He turned back to you, gripping your cheeks in his hands, pulling your face to his to meet him for a searing kiss. The way his tongue had darted inside your mouth, you’d have thought he was actively trying to absorb the moisture you’d just obtained. He gave you the wettest kiss, whimpering into your skin. He knew he shouldn’t have kissed you. He was done for when he kissed you. Everything in his body told him to take it easy, to show you how loving he could be, how you deserved him to be. He started tonight differently for a reason. You’d tested him and he didn’t deserve that, no, he didn’t deserve that at all. He knew what you deserved, a fuck so hard you’d never want to leave his side again, cock so good it’s all you think about day and night. Oh, he could give you that, he was certain of it.

“Lie back.” You did as you were told, too tired to do anything else. He pulled your legs apart, your hips cracking when he did, usually you’d laugh when it happened, he’d tease you for it, but no, not now, not when this was exactly what he wanted, your body reaching its limits because he decided so, because he owned you. Though you never doubted that. He slid his cock back inside of you while your mind had been elsewhere. You let out a gasp as his thumb came down to your beating clit, your hips lifting, back arching, he shoved you back into the mattress with a sharp thrust of his hips, drawing back before pulsing into you again and again. You were burning up from the inside out, your body coiling, changing, heat flooded between your bodies, he kept his eyes on you, and you, despite your exhaustion, had tried to do the same, keeping yours on his.

You saw his love right there, the flicker of concern for you when you barely warned him of your orgasm, how he’d pondered if it was too much for you to take but no, not when you clenched down on him so tightly that his nostrils flared, that his hips almost ceased all movements. Or that his finger nails that were digging into your spread thighs, were gripping you so tightly you’d have his crescent bruises for weeks. “Oh god, you fucking slut.” He whelped as you gushed out, splashing against him and he drove into you somehow faster than before, dragging your orgasm out, forcing the sensation to continue. He was so incredibly fascinated but not enough to show you mercy, not enough to slow him.

You were choking out a scream, the pits of your stomach filled with the intense upturning, oh you felt incredible, where you were on fire before, now you had been extinguished, you were cool, you were refreshingly cool, you were released, you were soaked. “God I’m gonna fucking cum.” He grunted, pissed that he had to finish so soon, that it had hit him out of nowhere, that you’d surprised him, after all of this time you’d shocked him to the core when you squirt all over his dick. If it wasn’t so fucking gorgeous he’d be desperate to receive that response again. Instead, he had to empty himself inside you, gripping your throat for dear life as he choked out your name, his eyes rolling back into his head, hips rolling into yours, fucking his seed further into you and for a second he’d thought about it, fucking into you till it took, till he knocked you up and wrote you off for good. God he could so easily allow it.

He pulled out, cum pouring from your hole, dripping from his cock onto the sheets beneath you. He sat back on his legs panting loudly, abs tensing and contracting as he came down, only he wasn’t coming down. He looked down to himself, dripping from sweat, cum and everything else you gave him, still solid, still ready. Your eyes too had fallen between his thighs. “Baby.” You moaned. He seemed amused. “What have you done to me?” He groaned, hand reaching down to tug at himself, surprisingly still sensitive despite his eagerness to continue. “Let me taste.” You asked sweetly. His eyes rolled back for a second, his brows furrowed as he contemplated the idea. “Please.” You pleaded.

He pondered it, first you fight him the way you did, in public no less and now you beg for more from him. You want to taste him, after all you’d already done. He was already seething from his release finding him too soon, he knew he wasn’t through with you, not even close, but it had been on his terms before, it had been his decision to take it further, to keep you punished and fucked out beyond belief. It wasn’t fair that this was your idea, wasn’t fair that his cock was twitching, pulsing in anticipation for your lips. His eyes sealed shut as he fought with himself, a slave to you just as much as you were to him. Your throat would have to do.

“Well, when you ask so nicely.” He breathed heavily, his orgasm had shattered him, they often did. He was surprised he’d managed a joke at all with the rate he was breathing. He crawled over to you regardless, his legs on either side of your chest, hands reaching down to cup at your neck but not before you opened your mouth, outstretching your tongue for him. His cock twitched at the black, hollowness of your throat. He shuddered above you. You almost whimpered for him, urging him to continue. He looked down into your desperate eyes, your cheeks hot and sticky from your sweat and tears, your eyes stinging from the excessive amount of liquid pooling beneath your lower lash line. You looked so gorgeous for him. You were effortlessly his wettest dream. He knew deep down how lucky he was to have you gagging for him like this and he’d thank whatever god there was that you were his to use like this but not now, after.

He gripped hard on your throat, opening his own mouth, gathering the saliva on his tongue, spitting it, dripping it down between you, a stringy mess drooping down onto your tongue. The moment it reached you, you whined for him, swallowing it down erotically. He didn’t have you waiting any longer, moving closer to your face, gripping his cock, letting the head rub over your tongue, that you’d kept still just for him. You tasted the saltiness of his cum mixed with the sweetness of your own and you needed more. Your throat had felt so disappointingly empty. You caught his eyes once more urging him to push himself inside you.

He dragged his head slowly from your mouth before pushing back in just a little further before pulling back again and repeating and repeating. His hands guiding himself so gently. You wrapped your tongue around his skin, smothering him with the wet, hot, skilful little tool. You teased over his slit, humming over him as you tasted a bead of cum slipping from it. His hips ground to a halt at the vibrations rushing around him. He couldn’t play fair if you were going to act like that. “Gonna fuck your throat.” He said, pushing himself in, no need to ask your permission, you could take it.

You felt tight, you felt like you couldn’t take it, like your throat would close up and force him out because you couldn’t possibly accommodate his pulsing erection. You gagged, your throat convulsing around him only pushing him to thrust his cock all the way in, filling you so well you didn’t even have the space to gag, he was packed in, no room to swallow around him. He revelled in your heat, in your grip, he stared down into your tearful eyes, you couldn’t keep them open as you fought to breathe against him. His pelvis was pushed so closely into your face that even your nose couldn’t take in the oxygen you’d been lacking from your mouth. You felt light-headedness, you felt your ears ringing, your vision blurring, your lover staring at you, eyes transfixed on you as you were anywhere else but in the room with him. Just as you felt yourself letting go, sinking into your sheets like the heaviest object on earth, he withdrew his cock from you allowing you to catch your breath before he plunged into you again.

Your hands gripped onto his thighs, returning the claw like favour he’d so willingly gifted unto you. “Thought I lost you there.” He teased. “Too scared to tell me it’s too much.” He’d barely brushed past your lips when he started to talk, you were so keen to prove him wrong, you lifted your head, your neck straining as you forced him down your throat yourself, moaning around his dick, withdrawing yourself just to surge forward again, sloppily letting yourself work his length while he continued to grip your neck, watching you in awe. How had he been so lucky to find you? You could take his worst and turn it back on him, taking control the minute, he wavered. You were so besotted with him, so obedient and obsessed that you couldn’t rest, you wouldn’t rest until his cock was drained of every last droplet of his essence. “My girl, so good for me.”

He started thrusting his hips to meet your head as it bobbed over him. “Good fucking slut, taking my dick.” His words were strong considering his wavering stamina. He was feeling the tightness of his dick, how his veins were pulsing, his cock warming, filling with his second release and this was far greater than the first. He never thought he’d ever be contemplating that in his life, that he was capable of such a thing. He’d heard that guys could have multiple orgasms but never once pictured himself being so lucky. But as your gorgeous lips groped over his length he was starting to believe he was capable of just about anything.

“Gonna fill your throat.” He grunted, grip tightening so hard on your neck that he felt his hands gripping his own cock through your skin, his bulging hard on so poorly contained inside of you, he could squeeze your throat and fuck into you, sending him to heaven, oh how you felt like heaven. It was enough, oh god it was enough for him to shoot his load inside of you, yelling out your name, as he dropped his head, his own chin pressing into his chest as he tried to remain calm. You pulled away, before plunging him deep again, straining every last pool of liquid he could spill from himself. When you’d finally released him from your mouth his eyes found yours, hazy and close to tears himself. Your heart was pounding against your chest, beneath him, hell he probably felt it.

He dragged his thighs away from you, kneeling beside your head briefly before he collapsed down on his back beside you, hands reaching out for you immediately. You desperately covered his body with your own, slinking between his legs, your arms crossing over his sternum, your chin resting against them watching him as his breaths were attempting to compose themselves. He stared out towards the ceiling, lost in the madness, the insane feeling that he’d never felt so incredible in his entire life.

“I fucking love you.” He lifted his head, dramatically groaning at the sight of you watching him, pupil’s dilated, full of adoration for the man beneath you. He hadn’t even winced as he said it, hadn’t felt the pressure or the nerves as he confessed it. It was time you knew. You’d barely registered it yourself; the words being so casually stated. He loves you. He fucking loves you to be precise.

You gawp at him with a full heart and soft eyes, because even after destroying you and your ability to function, to even walk across a room, you loved him too. You also felt fulfilled now that you’d pleased him and most of all you wanted to make sure he was okay because above anything else, you were his and you had to look after him like it. He pouted his lips at the lack of your response, fingers reaching to play with your hair, you nuzzled your head lazily into his hands, enjoying his nails scraping delicately over your scalp. Just because he loved you hard, didn’t mean he didn’t love you at all. He adored how he could be relentless and still you wouldn’t see him any differently. You took him in every way, accepted him as no other before you could. You should have seen the signs sooner. “I love you.” You closed your eyes, focusing on the tips of his fingers rubbing lightly over your skin, a relief washing over the both of you.

“Love you so much I can’t even think on my own.” You admit. He quirks a brow at that. “Oh yeah?” He pushed gently. Your fingers start to trace intricate swirls over his chest as you found your words. “You’re my every thought, all the time, every day. I just want to please you, every decision I make is seemingly dictated by you without you even being there.” He was fighting a smile at your exasperation, how you’d complained but secretly enjoyed the thought of it and he couldn’t deny that he’d felt the same. He loved that he’d infected you, he’d infiltrated your every waking moment because you had done the exact same to him. He couldn’t even take a breath without wishing his next would be in your presence. If he wasn’t living for you then he simply wasn’t living at all and he’d honestly not remembered how he’d managed before he met you, there was no way he could have continued an existence without you, he would surely have packed up and died without you ever coming into his life.

“I’m so drunk on you, so addicted baby, I don’t know if I can stop.” He forced his forehead against yours, a grin finding his features with ease, “you don’t ever have to come down from me.” He kissed your lips with enough pressure to tilt your head back. Your fingers tried to grasp at anything they could find to bring you back down to earth, sighing already as his nose was flattening against your own. They rest eventually around the chain clinging to his neck. You were surprised the metal had remained as cool to the touch as it was, finding it so hard not to acknowledge and feel accommodated by the jewellery wrapped around your hand. He chewed sweetly on your bottom lip before pecking you once more and releasing your mouth from his, grinning up at you with the dorkiest, most accomplished look lying awake on his face, you rocked his entire world.

“Wake me in a year.” He sighed, head flopping back into the sheets while you nestled comfortably into his chest, so close to finding slumber yourself but alas, all too aware of the stickiness between your legs. “Nuh uh, shower, sheets, bed.” He thrashed his arms around in a childish tantrum before resting them around you again. “They’re only gonna get dirty again anyways.” You glared down at him the best you could, he was completely right but there was still no way you were sleeping like this. “5 more minutes.” He pleaded, eyes drooping slightly while he spoke, he was almost angelic when he came down after sex, almost.

“No way, you’ll be dead to the world by 3, you get 1.” He didn’t even attempt to fight his case this time, he knew this was the only area where you’d be able to boss him around and get away with it so he let you have your moment of control, praying you yourself would fall asleep under the soft caressing of his fingertips before he had to force himself to move away from his comfortable position, weighed down by exhaustion and the woman of his dreams using him as her cushion. “Times up.” Your voice startled him awake as he’d been drifting. “Unbelievable,” he groaned.

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peach-thekid · 6 months

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[fandom literate rp ad] i'm back in my hunger games phase, don't @ me

just when i thought it couldn't get any worse from rewatching the trilogy, i have now fallen back into the pits of panem after watching songbirds and snakes tonight… sorry in advance friends 🤡

heyo! my name is talia! i'm a 24yo female in EST timezone! former theatre kid, wannabe author, just a silly lil guy tbh. i'm looking for, you guessed it, hunger games fandom rp! this is a specific craving and i'll admit fandom rp is not my forte so i may not follow the "norm" oops. i just want to find a collaborative partner who really vibes and can be a friend to build an amazing story with in this universe! 🧡

does that sound like you so far? cool, cool, lets proceed

🏹 rp style and looking for: 🏹

daily/weekly replies, i have a lot of availability as of right now

18+ writers, character ages will have to be discussed due to the fandom canon, but just dont be creepy gdi

third person, past tense

literate to novella replies. i can go anywhere from 2 paragraphs to exceeding nitro count, depending on scene needs and inspo. quality > quantity tho!

romance is a must. m/m and m/f couples are my preference!

OCs only! canon charas can be discussed but not as mains. i also don't double and i don't do canon/oc couples, i'm sorry ya'll i know this is a deal breaker for some

obsessed with faceclaims, pinterest boards, spotify playlists, an organized and fun server, literally give me all the aesthetics and let me fangirl i am in desparate need

no SFW limits, i'm an open book and probably too desensitized

NSFW-wise, i am like 20/80 in terms of smut/plot. i am totally fine fading to black, i am fine to write it as long as it fits and serves a purpose, but i dont do erp and i don't focus on it as a necessity to a story

ghost friendly, if it isnt a vibe it isnt a vibe. if we are an amazing fit then you will be stuck with me forever but i'm just a stranger on the internet as of right now so no hard feelings

not a canon nut, so open to changing or expanding as we want. someone open to not be a stickler for every canon detail would be cool, obvi we will follow it but i'm ok to add or adjust as we decide!

OOC chatter is a requirement, i am someone who wants to be your friend. idk how some of ya'll just be writing and not being annoying OOC i cannot do it

due to preference and previous experience, i am currently only looking for femme/afab writers, i hope you understand :)

🏹 HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT: 🏹

OCs before katniss era, childhood friends then one moves districts and they get reaped and reconnect

mentor/OC relationship (a younger mentor who won when they were far too young and are now mentoring their best friend from childhood after abandoning them?)

our own spin on canon with OCs implanted into the original trilogy story, like a spinoff of sorts?

capitol x district or peacemaker x district

ensemble casts are ok too im vv open!

tbh i would love to write our own hunger games and include some canon cameos and make our own arena and have a beautifully tragic story and cast, gimme all the darkness and angst and violence and tragedy and moral dilemmas and deep character bonds and impossible happy endings and fights and spectacle just - we can do it, that's all i'm sayin' 👀

i've attached my writing sample below! despite the casual OOC, i promise that if we're a good fit, our stories will be full of nothing but effort and a mild obsession/hyperfixation ✨

contact stuff 📱

if you are srs please reach out over discord. i do not check tumblr enough i'm the worst so i would love to get notifs bahaha my username is: muppetmania

i'm a lil picky (and full of anxiety) so please tell me youre from tumblr, a bit about yourself, your rp style, what interests you about this, and a writing sample ofc, that would be so gucci of you i will give you a big hug 🥰

may the odds be ever in your favor or whateva whistling sounds

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clood · 7 months

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @storybookprincess, @hxhhasmysoul, and @subdee—given the triple tag by such lovely folks i can't just not xD

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

211,669

3. What fandoms do you write for?

so far i have only written for hunter x hunter, even though i haven't written and posted much for it (or anything) this year. i am soooo close to catching up with one piece and i want to write zosan and shuggy and when i do it's over for everyone. it's been the only other thing in a long time that has tempted me to write fanfiction!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

similarly to subdee, most of my top kudos-ed fics are some of the very first things i wrote for the hxh fandom and the fics i am most known for still xD

however, similarly to liv, i don't love looking at my stats by kudos lmao. instead i shall list my current 5 favorites, regardless of their kudos standing heehee

housewarming: leorio and kurapika have planned a small dinner with their friends to christen their new home, though it does not go exactly as planned. aka the only happy leopika i have written to date xD including any and all wips

until death: after finding the nostrade boss dead, kurapika must make a decision that could change the course of his life, and, perhaps, someone else's. this is a criminally underrated fic, in my not so humble opinion!!!

just a little fun: leorio finds himself drawn to a stranger at a club and ends up with just a little more than he's bargained for. I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS ONE LOL

where are you roaming?: Gon has been sent by his father, the illustrious ghost hunter Ging Freecss, to investigate the Zoldyck Manor and its many instances of poltergeist activity. What he finds is nothing at all like the stories he's heard. this one is always always always going to be a favorite, i love it so much

night watchman: Gon has nightmares and Killua saves him from them. (aka five times Killua was there to save Gon from himself and one time he wasn't) a Clood Classic (TM) that will always have a special place in my heart. she's dramatic. she's second person. she's one of the first ones i ever wrote

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

oh god i try to. basically i will be staring at my inbox for a week after i post something so i can reply right away, but then comments on fics i haven't recently posted remain as unread emails so that the notification haunts me. i have some i need to respond to now.. actually..

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

by far it has to be until death. that whole fic is angst city usa and the ending is no exception xD

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmmm a lot if not most of my fics have a happy ending... i vote housewarming for sappiest, arms unfolding for most classically romantic, and long lost for most heartwarming.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

if anyone does hate on me, they do it in the private confines of their discord chats, and this is how i would prefer it to stay. closest i've gotten i think is once someone was annoyed that i probably wasn't going to make gon and ghost-killua get it on and then i guess they got embarrassed that i replied to that comment and they deleted it hajdkshajdhak

9. Do you write smut?

i have written precisely one smut fic: hands on a clock, hands on your hips. i was so embarrassed about it i published it anon originally then decided that was stupid and un-anoned it. however i will be writing buggy/shanks smut soon because detachable hands has me thinking all sorts of thoughts.

10. Do you write crossovers?

crossovers are not really my thing, never have been!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nah, i am not famous (tm)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no but i think i would cry if i did!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i actually have—as part of a greed island server event! spirit astray, september leaves, havoc in the hot springs, and hacker say what were written with kessya, shal, and hanamii as part of a 4-person fic exchange event :)

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

the nostalgia for my 2021 killugon days is screaming that the only answer is killugon...

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

the only wip that's live on ao3 is chip aisle, which i think someday maybe i could be persuaded to finish. i was on an idol au kick when i started it and it was originally just gonna be a oneshot, but then another greed island card led to another couple chapters.. maybe someday.

16. What are your writing strengths?

unsure if this is a strength but i can write some fat ass sentences. and nice chunky paragraphs every now and then. i like to focus on the little details in a scene too, which i think is fun.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i suck at planning ahead and outlining. i feel like i end up patching a lot of plot holes because of it lol. i also feel like i can be repetitive and long-winded sometimes

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i'm on the fence about it, honestly. it has situations where it could fit, but i don't think i have encountered one yet in my own writing where it didn't feel awkward or forced to have it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

DELTORA QUEST ON FANFICTION DOT NET BABEY!!!!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

i think where are you roaming? is my all-time favorite. i just love it so much, i think i did a good job with the world/situaion-building even though there are definitely some of those plothole patches i mentioned earlier.

i believe i'm supposed to tag 20 people but i am simply not capable of sending a notification to 20 people's inboxes so... @extratt413, @chubsthehamster, @shalnarkonice, @fireolin, anyone who used a blue mug today to drink their coffee, and anyone else who wants to do this you can say i tagged you!!

#clood speaks #tag game #loving the shameless self promo here by tagging every fic the first time i mentioned it dhjsagjak

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not-orphaned-account · 1 year

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This request is for the 20 minute one shots. Matt and Mello discuss plans to go on a date but incidentally stay at home.

I've been wanting to do this forever but I burnt out before I got the chance, BUT! Here it is now :] it's a very adorable idea and was very fun to write. I may have gone over 20 minutes, but just enough to get it to some sort of natural stopping point, because I love the idea so much and wanted to do it justice. Thank you!!!!!

Mello would not consider himself a romantic person. The very thought of Valentine’s Day makes him cringe, and the more red hearts and pink roses he sees while out and about, the more he feels himself getting close to burning down the romance section of the nearest library.

However, he would consider himself the very best at everything, ever, which includes the best boyfriend. So, when Matt mentions they should have a date night on the first weekend off they’ve both had in weeks, Mello decides that he is going to plan them the best goddamn Valentine’s Day date his loser ass bitch of a boyfriend has ever seen.

It starts with a candlelit dinner at the most expensive restaurant he can find. They’re not hurting for money, given Mello’s high reputation and higher rates in the detective industry, and Matt’s mostly-legal tech exploits, so he makes a reservation for the night of Valentine’s day with no problem. He even looks up the menu online to plan what exactly he’s going to order for maximum-romance points, and to make sure they have something that Matt will actually eat, given he has the palette of a six-year-old.

Then, he books them tickets to a show. A movie may have worked, and certainly would be enough for Matt—he’s always insisting the simple things go a long way—but Mihael Keehl doesn’t do ‘simple.’ So after a lot more furious googling, he finds a highly rated Broadway performance taking place at a theatre in the heart of the city, and books them tickets for a private booth that they won’t have to share with any strangers. It’ll just be the two of them, and Mello smirks when he thinks of the possibilities.

The show is in the late afternoon, so they’ll be going straight to dinner after it finishes. It’s a short ride by taxi, both the play and the restaurant have raving reviews, and Mello is certain this will be the best Valentine’s dates in the history of ever.

It snows.

Because of fucking course it does.

Matt, who has no idea of his plans, doesn’t understand why Mello is screaming into a pillow on the sofa at three in the afternoon, and Mello doesn’t tell him, as he’s too busy screaming into said pillow. It wouldn’t be an issue—the show is indoors—but for some reason, today of all days has to be when the city’s water system throws a bitch fit from the sudden cold, and he gets a notification on his phone that his tickets have been refunded as the entire theatre, as well as the surrounding block, has been completely flooded.

No matter. It’s no matter. They’ll just go see a movie. Dinner and a movie. It’s more Matt’s style anyways, he probably would’ve been bored at the show. This is actually a good thing.

Mello sits up on the couch and looks over at an understandably startled Matt.

“We’re going to see a movie,” he says. Matt blinks once, twice, then nods.

“Okay. What movie?”

Mello pauses. He…has no idea. He hasn’t been to the movie theatre in ages—he hasn’t had time, for one thing, and he usually can’t stand the places, with their crusty seats and stale popcorn and the ever-present smell of butter. He doesn’t even know what’s playing.

So, he looks it up online. The movie theatres nearest to them are all playing different movies, and with his plans for the show already ruined, he’s twice as determined to pick something good. Matt sits beside him and rests his head on his shoulder.

“You gonna tell me what you’re schemeing, or do I have to spend the rest of the day by myself?”

Mello pauses. He didn’t even realize it, but he has in fact been completely ignoring Matt. He bites his lip and stares at his screen. Matt can be…indecisive. He’s never been the one making the decisions, preferring to let Mello call the shots. However, this is supposed to be their perfect date, and Mello supposes that it would help to get some of Matt’s actual input.

So they squish together on the couch with Mello’s laptop between them, carefully looking through the list of movies. Matt points something out that looks interesting, but Mello is skeptical, and after a few minutes debating back and forth, he decides to just pull up the trailer to get a better idea.

The trailer is shit, which Matt reluctantly admits, so they go back to searching. Watching the trailers seems to work the best to compare the movies, but after a few minutes of both of them trying to see the screen, Mello just pulls Youtube up on their TV to play them from there.

“Wait, which one was that?” Matt asks once the umpteenth trailer has cut to credits. Mello glances at the list he’s still got on his laptop.

“That’s the last one listed for Moxie Theatre.”

“The trailer was all over the place, I don’t even know what genre it was. Can you find another one?”

Mello does, pulling up the second listed trailer for the movie. Then the third. Then goes back to one of the first trailers they watched, because Matt says he can’t remember if he’s seen it already. Mello’s stomach growls—he was planning on getting a light snack at the theatre—and Matt makes a bowl of popcorn because he’s ‘been craving butter,’ as if that’s a normal fucking thing for a human being to say.

The movie trailers are actually pretty entertaining, and Matt suggests they look at a few for movies they’ve already seen together, seeing how they hold up to the actual film. The popcorn is wedged on the couch between them, but when it’s done, Matt scooches closer and rests his head on Mello’s shoulder again. Mello lets him, searching for another old trailer to play.

They both decide that none of the new movies playing today are as good as the trailers for ones they’ve already seen, and Matt looks so excited when he asks if their streaming service has Toy Story that Mello can’t exactly say no.

It’s not until Buzz and Woody are stuck in the claw machine and Matt has his hand buried in their second bowl of popcorn that Mello remembers what it is they were supposed to be doing.

Frantically, he grabs his phone and checks the time, heart sinking into his toes when he sees that they’ve missed their reservation. There’s a snoozed alarm and even a missed call from the restaurant, which he must’ve missed when he put his phone on silent to hear the TV better.

He buries his head in his hands, feeling sick with disappointment.

“Mel?” Matt asks from above him, and Mello hears fabric shuffling before he lays a mostly butter-free hand on his shoulder. “Hey, what’s wrong? We can watch something else if this is too sad.”

Despite himself, Mello snorts. He looks up at Matt, who looks genuinely concerned, which only makes him feel worse.

“You’re gonna think I’m crazy.”

Matt raises an eyebrow.

“Well, yeah, obviously.”

Mello rolls his eyes, but he lets Matt run a hand down his back anyway.

“I had this whole big romantic plan for tonight,” he admits. “Like, this kickass Valentine’s Day date, with a theatre show and a fancy dinner…but the theatre flooded and I got so distracted with the stupid movie trailers that I forgot about dinner, and we missed our reservation and now the whole thing is fucked up. I ruined our first actual date in ages.”

He hangs his head, glaring at the floor in an attempt to ward off the welling self-loathing he feels building in his gut.

There’s a few moments of silence before Matt snorts.

“That’s it?”

Mello looks up, scandalized. Matt raises his hands and tries to backtrack.

“No, sorry, I’m not—it’s just—that’s what you’re so upset about? Mel, I thought something seriously bad had happened.”

“Did you not hear me?” Mello snapped, crossing his arms over his stomach and glaring at him. “I ruined everything.”

“Mello,” Matt says, and he sounds so fond that even in his state of self pity Mello feels his cheeks flush. “You think I give two shits about some stuff show and fancy dinner? Did you not see me eat Kraft mac and cheese for every meal for like, two weeks straight a few months ago?”

Mello frowns. “Well—”

“And honestly,” Matt continues, “I have the attention span of a squirrel on coke when it comes to shit like plays or whatever. That’s always been your thing, yeah? And even the movie, like, I had way more fun making fun of shitty trailers with you than I ever would’ve at some sticky theatre.”

He rests a hand on Mello’s knee and rubs circles with his thumb, giving him that lopsided grin that Mello thinks might be his favourite sight in the world. It’s Matt’s genuine smile, the one he reserves for him and him alone, and despite the failure of the night he can feel his heart lightening just a little.

“It’s the principle of the thing,” he insists, though his protests are feeling a lot less convincing then they did before. Matt rolls his eyes.

“Trust me,” he says, “this was probably one of the best dates I’ve been on.”

Mello can’t help but snort.

“You’ve never dated anyone but me.”

Matt grins and leans forward, kissing his cheek.

“That’s the best part.”

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hi can i ask for a romantic obey me matchup? :D i'm 20, agender bisexual and i go by she/he/they pronouns! physical: i'm 165cm, i have short black hair and im on the chubbier side personality: infj, social on online spaces where i struggle to be social irl :( once im comfortable enough and with the right crowd i find myself wanting lots of attention from them instead of feeling awkward and shying away when in love i make sure im loud and clear enough about my honest feelings, try to communicate a lot and i have the tendency to give generously which kinda makes it easier for anyone to take advantage of me if they wanted to :0 some flaws are that im very anxious, struggle with self worth issues and i have adhd hobbies: very generic hobbies like games, listening to music, cooking :] i avoid outdoor activities unless someone is willing to accompany me and there's something else i love but its not a hobby i really like cats lol cats are my special interest idk what else to put hehe thanks if u do mine!

After a long time of thinking 💭 your match is...

Leviathan

Background:

You just arrived at the house of lamentation after a long day at RAD. You ran up to your room and lay on your bed, you let out a deep sigh. "ugh…finally, I'm home." That's when you realized what you just said. Home?? you've been in Devildom for 2 weeks now and it was ''literally'' HELL. Your social anxiety worsened each day and you felt homesick. It's not like you didn't try to communicate with them, but getting to know that many people all at once was very intimidating and draining to you. And all the demon brothers didn't seem to be bothered, they just assume you were shy and homesick. They didn't know how much you'd been suffering. You felt the tears welling up. That's when you heard a notification from your computer. You've recently been playing this online game that's very popular in Devildom. You're quite good at gaming and you enjoy doing it since it keeps distracted from those miserable feelings.

ruri_chanshusbando3(can we guess who it is?):Hi! ruri_chanshusbando3:I saw that you were ranked no.1 and I'm in 2nd place. Which is unusual since I am ranked first place in all the games I play.

You looked at the message on your screen, took a deep breath, and sat down properly.

dead_and_inHell: well it's not that hard to rank first, just focus on the tail of the monster. It lights up when the monster is about to attack. And you shouldn't be on the offense all the time. ruri_chanshunbando3: I see. How about I challenge you! to see who really is the best?

you didn't realize you were smiling at your computer screen.

dead_and_inHell: I accept your challenge.

The terms and rules were explained to you and you started a new game. You were concentrated on beating this person. To prove to them that you were ranked first place for a reason. After an hour you won! It wasn't easy, he was really good, but you were better. You send him a smug message, bragging about your victory.

dead_andinHell: for someone so confident, you lost pretty embarrassingly! ruri_chanshusbando3: Tbh I am really not confident, like at all! My social anxiety is so bad I can't even go to school. I follow online classes instead.

Your expression softened, You didn't know you'd meet someone like you through a game. You two chatted for a while and became online friends. You went to bed not feeling homesick for the first time because your head was filled with the thought of your new online friend.

How it started:

You sat in your room and were chatting with ruri_chanshusbando3, it was 4 months and you never heard his voice, nor saw him, and you didn't even know his real name, but somehow you had strong feelings for him. He was a stranger, but at the same time, you felt like you knew everything about him. And the two of you understood each other so well. He gave you a few anime recommendations and he told you about all of his theories about the plot and characters, you were lying if you said you weren't intrigued. You weren't the biggest otaku, but the way he articulated it made you want to hear more. Before you could ask about the character that died in season one, but "didn't really die" according to his theory, Lucifer called your name and told you dinner was ready. You stood up and left the screen on the messages and walked to the dining hall. Leviathan was still in his room and was waiting for a response but after a few minutes of being left on read, he stood up and walked towards the dining hall. He walked past your room and heard a familiar tune. He gasped "It couldn't be!" he became curious and entered your room and his suspicion was correct. He grinned, he had a little crush on you for a while now, and you being his online friend made it better. During dinner, you noticed how Leviathan was staring at you. It was more than usual, and you avoided his gaze "Leviathan why aren't you eating? If you don't want it you can give it to Beel." Lucifer spoke up. Leviathan nodded and ate his food. After dinner you got a message from ruri_chanshusbando3 it said to close your eyes and count to ten. You thought it was silly but you complied. You closed your eyes and started to count out loud and you felt a presence. "you can open your eyes now" a voice commanded you after you were finished counting, That voice! "Leviathan" you said. "Wanna watch that anime with me?" he said with rosy cheeks and avoiding your gaze. After that you two became inseparable. And the other demon brothers got so confused about how the two of you became so close since you two barely speak to anyone.

General headcanons:

💘The two of you have sleepovers with an anime marathon, a bunch of snacks, and no sleep.

💘To the two of you are inseparable, you always find yourself doing something with leviathan.

💘 Leviathan is a hopeless romantic but as soon as he tries he’ll shy away and will be red as a tomato 🍅.

💘 When he sees you spending time with someone else he’ll get very jealous (don’t forget that he’s the avatar of envy after all).

💘 Leviathan begs you on a daily basis to cosplay as ruri-chan.

Other possible matches: Belphegor and satan

I'd appreciate it if you'd repost this, and I hope you've enjoyed reading it <3

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chibichococloud123 · 1 year

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Best Night Of Your Life

A Ree x Bri Story

content warnings: fluffy mafia!au, idol!au

ft. psych ward

It all started when a girl named Bri was born. She was a beautiful girl and everyone around her agreed, often getting stares and compliments from strangers and family members, “Oh your daughter is absolutely gorgeous!” “She’s looks like she fell from heaven!” The compliments just kept coming, though there was more to Bri than just her beauty. She loved the idea of performing, singing and dancing while others watched in awe. She would practice everyday since a young age. Bri was a natural, her voice like wind chimes swaying in the wind, her body flowing so smooth as she danced. As Bri grew up, she would get closer to achieving her dream of performing. She applied to different agencies, kept practicing until her form was perfect, watch other idols as they lived her dream. But one day while she was laying in bed, resting after her shower, she got an email from one of the agencies she auditioned for. Bri immediately jumped up from her bed as her eyes widened at the notification. “From: PSW Entertainment” the notification stated, She then took a deep breath and clicked on it. As the Gmail app opened, she nervously started to bite her lip, terrified for what the email contained. The email finally opened after what felt like 20 minutes, her eyes scanning it immediately, eager to know the response. “Hello Bri. We would like to inform you that you have been accepted into our company!” it read. Bri let out a scream before running around her small apartment she had bought at 17, so she could pursue her career without disturbing her career. She calmed down and continued to read, “Please show up at the company at 12:00 pm, April 23rd so we can discuss your training requirements and your other group members that you will be training with.” Bri was beyond excited, as she finally was making progress to her dream.

The day had finally come for Bri to go to the PSW Entertainment building. She had spent all morning getting ready, putting on her best clothes and doing her makeup, wanting to show up as her best self. Bri did one last check in the mirror to make sure her makeup was good before grabbing her keys and walking out the door, locking it. She then got into her car, starting it before pulling out of her driveway and starting to drive to the building that was only 30 minutes away.

Bri pulled into the parking lot and parked her car into one of the spots that were open. She then checked her makeup one last time, feeling nervous. She got out of the car then quickly walking up to the door of the building that had big bold lettering saying “PSW ENTERTAINMENT” and into the lobby. As she was walking, you could tell she was nervous, as she was fidgeting with her fingers trying to figure out where to go. She observed the dark interior of the building, grey walls, black couches, off-white tiles. As she was admiring her surroundings, she heard a strong voice behind her. “Miss, Can I help you?” Bri immediately spun around to see a desk with a woman sitting at it. Just by looking at the woman she immediately felt intimidated, the strong looking arms, the glare her face held, the way she stood so confident and proper, waiting for her answer. “O-oh! Um I was told that I was accepted here to be a trainee, they told me to come in today to discuss the requirements for training.” The woman then looked at her for a few seconds silently, before her face melted into a smile, slightly giggling. “Relax, it’s okay I’m not going to attack you, you’re shaking like a leaf!” Bri smiled nervously at her softly, bowing slightly as an apology. “My name is Lumeen, it’s nice to meet you. Let’s get you checked in and on your way! What’s your name?” Bri then walked closer to the desk as Lumeen sat in her chair, typing on her keyboard. “My name is Bri..” Bri managed to stutter out, still attempting to calm down. “Let’s see…” Lumeen said while typing away at her keyboard. “Yup! You’re right here, you’re going to go up the elevator to the 3rd floor, to the left and it will be the big door at the end of the hallway, Mimi will fill you in on everything.” Lumeen explained to the now calmed down girl. Bri then nodded and said her thanks before walking over to the elevator, repeating what the front desk lady had said in her mind so she wouldn’t get lost. She pressed the 3rd floor button, waiting for it to take her up, excited but nervous for what awaited her.

The elevator door opened as they arrived to the 3rd floor. She walked out of it, pausing in her steps before walking to the left and towards the big pair of double doors at the end of the hallway. She went to knock before pausing. She heard two voices speaking right in front of the door. The voices were muffled so she couldn’t hear what was being said. Suddenly the door was opened. There were three women and one young looking boy. The first one with the name tag, “Mimi”, was obviously the person Lumeen was talking about. The second woman was standing next to the boy, she was well dressed in an all black suit. The boy was already looking at Bri, as if he knew she had arrived there, also dressed in an all black suit. The last woman was tall, she wore her hair in a bun, also in a suit but hers had the dress shirt unbuttoned with a chain resting around her neck. They all stopped talking and stared at her. Bri thought Lumeen was intimidating, but that was nothing to what she was feeling right now. She felt like she was being pushed by her shoulders downwards, she was extremely uncomfortable and terrified by their gaze. The tall woman in front looked back at Mimi and back at Bri. “Well well.. is this the one you were talking about?” The tall woman walked forward, starting to circle Bri, eyeing her up and down. Bri made a confused face looking at the woman and then looking at the other three standing there. Mimi looked at the woman and smiled, “Yes, This is Bri my new trainee, Bri this is Ree our….company investor!” Ree was still observing Bri before grabbing her hand and bringing it to her lips. “It’s lovely to meet you Bri.. these are my business partners Han and Vik” Ree gestures over to the other two in suits. Bri tries to avoid eye contact with her by looking at the other too before stuttering out a greeting. Ree then dropped her hand, before announcing that she and her business partners had business to do back at the office. Mimi bidded them a farewell before inviting Bri into the office.

Bri walked in and was immediately was in awe at the interior once again. The grey and black decor and patterns were gorgeous. Mimi then sat Bri down at the long table that was accompanied by many chairs. They both started to chat with one another about interests, waiting for the other trainees to arrive. About 5 minutes of talking, there was a knock at the door, Mimi went to open it revealing 3 other girls. Mimi brought them in and sat them as well before starting to introduce one another to each other. “Bri these will be your other members, Lucy, Xyla and Kat, Girls this is your last member, Bri.” All three girls gave Bri a bright smile. All 5 of them started to discuss the requirements of the training, the diet, exercise routine, etc.

Meanwhile, Ree was sitting in the back of a car as Han was in the drivers seat with Vik in the passenger seat. Ree couldn’t seem to keep her mind off Bri. Vik started to take notice at this and started smirking, ready to tease her for the way she looked so lost in thought with pink cheeks. “What are you thinking about right now Boss?” Vik asked knowingly, breaking Ree out of her thoughts “Huh? Oh nothing don’t worry about it.” Ree mumbled, looking out the window. “Mhmm so you’re not thinking about that trainee you were basically eye fucking?” Rees face immediately went red at Vik’s wording. “I was NOT eye fucking her.” Ree said with an attitude. Vik giggled a bit but he backed off. Little did Ree or Bri know, they would meet again.

A few months go by since they have seen each other, neither one of them have stopped thinking about the other one. They both thought that they wouldn’t see each other again so soon. It was a normal day off from practice for Bri, she was in the lobby chatting with Lumeen while she worked. They were talking about how work was going and how Lumeen adopted a new cat. Until they heard the door open, both turning to look. In walked Ree and Vik, who were dressed the same as the last time they were seen. Bri’s eyes widened as the girl she couldn’t get her mind off of, walked in after not seeing her since their last meeting. Lumeen then greeted them, “Hey! Are you guys here for the meeting? Where are the rest?” Bri was confused, “Others, there’s more?” Ree then replied, “They’re on their way in, Cars were packed.” It was like they were summoned because in walked 3 women and one man. Bri observed all of them, taking in their appearance. One was Han, whom Bri had met before. One of the new women had her hair slicked back with glasses on her head, with the same black suit everyone else had on. The last woman was wearing the black suit with her hair down, looking around the room. The other guy that was in the room was quite handsome, his hair was also slicked back and had a nose piercing, he also had on the black suit that seemed to be a reoccurring thing in the investment company attire. Ree then spoke, “Bri, I’d like to introduce you to the rest of my business partners. You obviously know Han, the guy is Han’s boyfriend, Seonghwa. The one with the glasses is Ely and the one with her hair down is Eli.” Bri smiled at them and nodded. “It’s nice to meet you I’m Bri.” Bri introduced herself as the new 3 people nodded back at her. Ree then excused herself and the others to go up to Mimi’s office to discuss business. Bri watched as they all walked away, specifically keeping an eye on the leader of the group. Lumeen took notice and started smiling knowingly before starting to tease her, “Briiii… Do you like Ms. Ree?” Bri immediately looked at Lumeen like she was crazy. “HUH? I would never!” Bri proclaimed but Lumeen knew better. “Mhm totally like you weren’t hating to see her go but love to watch her leave” Bri smacked her shoulder as Lumeen started laughing hysterically.

When the meeting with Mimi ended, Ree went down to the lobby where the coffee station was, due to Mimi’s coffee addiction. Ree arrived in the lobby to see Bri sleeping on one of the black leather couches in the waiting room. Ree walked over, crouching to admire Bri’s features as she slept peacefully. She started to smile as Bri started to snore softly but then stopped when she noticed Bri shivering. Ree then took off her blazer before carefully placing it on Bri, hoping to warm her up a bit. She then stood up and went over to the coffee bar, starting to make her coffee. Bri starts to stir awake, hearing the commotion going on in the coffee area. She stretched as she opened her eyes, unknowingly cuddling into the blazer. She looks down at the blazer before realizing that blazer that was sitting in her was the same one Ree had been seen wearing a few hours earlier. She looked towards the coffee bar to see the back of Ree, Bri didn’t know how to react considering she just woke up from her nap. Ree then turned around to see that Bri had woken up. “Good morning sleepyhead” Ree said walking towards her, coffee in hand. “Good morning…” Bri mumbled back. “So I was thinking..would you let me take you out on a date?” Ree asked as she took a sip of her coffee. Bri sat up immediately now wide awake. “WHAT?!” Ree just stared at her waiting for her answer. “I mean I guess..” Bri answered shyly. Ree smiled at her, standing up. “Tomorrow at 7pm I’ll pick you up at the front of the building, Dress nice.” Bri started to blush and nodded at her. Ree winked at her and walked away.

Bri woke up the next day, nervous but excited at the same time. She got dressed in her best formal clothes; a dark maroon dress, silver jewelry and black heels. She then looked at the makeup she had done before getting dressed in the mirror. She felt so pretty in her outfit, twirling a bit. She then checked the time, 6:20pm. She grabbed her purse and her keys, and walking out to the car. Bri then drove to the PSW Entertainment, as nervous as she was she was just as excited. She got out of the car and walking to front, sitting on the bench sat outside. Checking the time again, 6:59pm, she tapped her foot waiting. Suddenly a car pulled up in front of her, Ree stepping out of the drivers seat, in her normal suit, but holding flowers. Bri stood up to greet her, walking quickly to her. “Wow you look gorgeous Bri..Oh! These are for you!” Ree mumbled admiring how ethereal Bri looked in her formal attire. Ree handed her the flowers, they were gorgeous white roses, and they smelled heavenly. “Come on, let me get your door.” Ree smiled at her walking to the car and opening the passenger seat door. Bri blushed looking down before thanking her and climbing in the car still holding the flowers. Ree then climbed into the drivers seat, starting the engine, looking over at her smiling flirtatiously. She then leaned over to Bri, whispering into her ear.

“Let me make this the best night of your life.”

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isitoctober212015yet · 2 years

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techno

I'm only really today able to go back and look at a lot of things. It's been 20 days and im honestly still a wreck about it.

In 2020 my friend arcanist was posting about this minecraft guy in the foopets server. I thought that his little pig skin was funny, and it was a few ~30 second clips. sure ill watch these to be polite. But they were all very funny, most of them were potato war clips so I started there.

and i watched more, and i just was like "wow i like this guy but that's it" and then he joined the dream smp so i caught up on all the lore that had happened up to that point (a much easier task than it is for any newcomers today LMAO). and all those minecraft youtubers were cool too. huh. and as I got further invested in this fandom i discovered more and more people i would stick with, wilbur, phil, and tommy (i was a sucker for sleepy bois as soon as i found out about them. i love them) and ranboo, and tubbo, and ponk and eret and quackity and karl and niki and jack and puffy and all of a sudden i have a gaggle of like 40+ comfort streamers. but techno was always my most favorite. I'm a Techno main to my core.

I would drop anything i was doing to watch every stream of his live. I truly do love him, his humor, his content, his character (in the human sense not dsmp though i will defend c!techno to the death). He was a light. He was good. He cared so much. He was always funny. Even when he announced something so devastating he made sure to drop a plushie ad in the middle, and remind you to buy channel memberships and subscribe. He made channel posts to let u know he was still alive, and look at this cool bird. He made jokes every step of the way. talking about how everyone was weaker than him because they didnt have the same number of bones.

I just felt better knowing somewhere, he was out there. I was never under any illusion we would meet or be friends. I didn't want to be. I'm just a number and thats good. That's all I need. But now I genuinely don't know how to navigate a world that he's not in anymore. The smallest things can still set me off. I was peeling potatoes for dinner and remembered he's dead and started crying. I'm crying writing this. and finally looking at the art and tributes and recollections from his friends. I still panic when i get a youtube notification because I can't ever have any notification hiding his last video. and then i remember thats his last video and im set off even further. The first few days i remember seeing everyone else move on with their lives, talk about the new stranger things, their fourth of july plans. and i was so fucking ANGRY even though I know logically. They weren't aware of him. Of course they were moving on, their whole world hadn't ground to a halt the way mine had.

I loved him, I love him. He meant so much to me, more than I can really express and I'm so glad he was a part of my existence for the time I had with him. Even before he died I had accidentally absorbed some of his speech patterns into my own. I'll always have that with me. They say nobody is truly dead until there's no one left to remember them, and the legacy techno left is so vast and deep. Nobody ever could. And that gives me some peace at least. It hurts less some days than others. And I still cry a fair bit. But I have to try, for him. He'd call me cringe if I gave up now.

Fly high technoblade. I'll miss you. But at least with fellow fans I'm in good company.

#that kate bush song wasnt lyin

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softyoongiionly · 3 years

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chapstick

based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on.

Jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Genre: fluff, smut, established relationship, jungkook has a man bun idk what else I could possibly want

Warnings: language, explicit smut (18+ only plz), oral (male receiving)

A/N: Hello yes, I am mess. I wrote this in like four hours and it’s unedited but wow wow wow wow I am GOING THROUGH it for Jungkook. Anywayz, I love u. here u go

Jungkook is in a bad mood today.

He’s been awake since 6am, he hasn’t eaten since mid-morning and, he’s been practicing for over 12 hours.

Worst of all, everyone else seems to be in a good mood.

It’s not that he hates when his hyung's are happy, it’s just that when you’re in a bad mood- sometimes the shriek of someone’s laughter can feel intrusive.

“Alright!” Hoseok’s voice hits the practice mirrors and with Jungkook feeling oversensitive, he cringes at the sound of it, “Let’s go again from the top!”

Jungkook sighs through his nose, stretching his sore back for a moment before getting back into formation.

“Jungkook-ah! Push a little harder in the second half ok?!”

Hoseok is in dance-mode and therefore he has no idea how loud he’s being.

Jungkook purses his lips and nods, taking a deep breath before shaking out his hands.

“Yah! Jungkook?” Hoseok calls, facing the mirror, his eyes searching for Jungkook at the back of the practice room.

“Yeh.” He grunts, barely looking up from the floor.

“Did you hear me?”

He nods, his hands fumbling around in the pockets of his sweatpants, “Push harder in the second half...”

The rest of the boys seem unphased by his uninterested demeanor. They are no stranger to exhaustion.

“Alright- let’s go.”

For what feels like the 100th time today, Jungkook moves through the routine as if it were second nature. The movements feel robotic and the muscles in his arms are beginning to turn to Jell-O. The strands of his hair are covered with sweat and, he’s thankful for his newly procured undercut for lessening the amount of heat he’d normally feel after working out this long.

He feels gross though.

Normally, he enjoys working this hard but today he isn’t feeling it. In fact, the strain between his brows is getting a little painful as he really tries his best not to frown.

The new choreography is intense and as much he likes the challenge- after the 100th time of running through it, he’s starting to get frustrated.

Panting through his nose, he holds his position at the end of the routine before Hoseok finally calls it.

“Yahhhh! That was a lot better huh? You guys did good.” He praises, clapping his hands, “Now go get some water and then we’ll run it again...”

Jungkook sighs hopelessly, letting his head fall back on his shoulders. He cringes at the feeling of sweat collecting on his skin, wanting nothing more than to make it back home to his shower.

Amongst other things...

Grabbing a bottle of water off of the table, Jungkook has to work very hard not to crush the bottle in his hands as he eagerly gulps down what he can. He finishes the bottle in record time and as he reaches for a second one, he pulls his phone out of his pocket to check it.

Tweety: hiii I hope you’re having a good day! Do you want to takeout tonight? I got caught up at the school and, I didn’t pull anything out.

Jungkook feels his tight chest loosen up a bit as he sees your text come through.

You made a comment one day that he ‘gives off bugs bunny vibes’ and he responded by comparing you to Tweety bird.

Needless to say, the nicknames are dumb but you guys think they’re cute.

Bugs: takeout sounds good. I’ll be there late tonight though :/ I hope you had a good day too. Miss u.

Jungkook has just enough time to respond to you before he is wincing at the sound of Hoseok corralling everyone back to the practice floor.

Again, again, again, again, and again...

He’s so tired by the end of the circuit that he’s starting to feel throbbing in his temples. Headaches are a common side effect of over-exertion and just as he is getting ready to beg to go home, they are calling it.

“Ok ok- good job! You’ve worked hard everyone. Let’s rest for a day and then resume on Sunday.”

Jungkook feels his entire body deflate with relief at the last words parading out of Hoseok’s mouth.

His day is finally over.

He reminds himself to never wear new boots to rehearsal again because he can’t feel the tips of his toes and his fairly certain there are blisters on the of his ankles.

“Are you riding with me?” Jimin asks him on the way out of the practice room, his voice decorated with exhaustion.

Jungkook doesn’t fully pay attention to his question, his eyes already trained on his phone.

“No, I’m getting my own car.”

Jimin looks confused for a moment before a small smirk comes over his face.

“Are going to see her?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond quick enough, his mouth parted slightly as he types out his message to you.

“Aren’t you worried what people are going to think? You’re over there a lot...”

Jimin isn’t being judgmental with his questioning and Jungkook knows this. He can hear the genuine concern in his voice and understands that his hyung is merely looking out for him.

“I don’t really care what people think anymore.” He answers honestly, ensuring that he keeps his tone as polite as possible.

Jungkook’s had to worry about the opinions of others since he was 15. As grateful as he is for his career, he is growing tired of being unable to make his own decisions. His gaze hones in on the tattoos covering his fingers and forearms and remembers a time not too long ago where he was required to hide them. Putting a band aids on his own self-expression didn’t feel good and he sort of promised himself that he wouldn’t allow the expectations of others to stop him from doing what he wanted.

Or seeing who he wanted...

“You’re getting bolder with age.” Jimin notes, somewhat proudly as his eyes flicker over to him, “You really like her, don’t you?”

Tweety: miss u toooooo. I ordered ramen

Bugs: I just got out. I should be there in 20 minutes. I’m so hungry

Jungkook feels his cheeks heat up at Jimin’s question and rather than answer him, he just kind of shrugs, his mouth turned up in a small smirk.

“Yah, don’t hold out on me-”Jimin bumps his shoulder, tilting his head in an attempt to get him to look his way, “We’ve known each other for how long?”

Jungkook slips his phone back into his pocket and adjusts his bag on his shoulder.

��I think the answer is obvious hyung.”

Jimin rolls his eyes playfully, “If it’s so obvious then why don’t you just say it.”

The two of them lean against the wall of the lobby, waiting on a notification from their drivers that they are outside.

Jungkook bites his lip, in an attempt to reign in the grin that threatens his face.

“I like her.”

Laughter trickles out of Jimin’s lips as he bumps his shoulder, “Why are you shy all of the sudden? Is there something else I don’t know?”

Yes.

There was something else Jimin didn’t know.

Jungkook hasn’t told a single soul since it happened.

He’s so incredibly private and after meeting you, he only has more of an urge to keep things to himself.

“There’s nothing.” Jungkook mutters, his eyes eagerly looking checking his phone for the driver notification.

“You’re lying to me.” Jimin calls him out, “What is it?”

Jungkook shakes his head, tucking a bit of hair behind his ear. He licks over his lips and immediately regrets the fact that he forgot his Chapstick.

How’s he supposed to kiss you, if his lips are chapped?

“Jungkook-ah, tell me-” Jimin whines, tugging on his sleeve.

He merely snickers finally and shrugs him off, shaking his head, “There’s nothing to tell. Why do you think I’m hiding something from you?”

“Because I’ve known you for almost ten years and I-” Jimin begins before a knowing smirk comes over his face, “Wait- you’ve slept with her haven’t you?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen a bit, taken aback by his bold statement, “Someone’s going to hear you, why are you asking questions like this?”

His hyung giggles, deeply satisfied with his discovery, “You have, haven't you?”

Jungkook feels the threat of a smile come over his face again, “Why do you want to know? It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters-” He shoots him a pointed look, “Because we’re best friends? And I want to know. When did it happen?”

Jungkook is feeling a little bit bolder, unable to help the pride he feels that he was finally able to experience an intimate relationship, “Which time?”

Jimin’s eyes widen before he slaps Jungkook on the arm, “Which time??? You’ve done it more than once?”

“Shhh-” Jungkook whisper yells, his brow furrowing, “We’ve been seeing eachother for 6 months. Why do you look so surprised?”

Jimin chuckles this time, glancing behind him, “I just- I don’t know...it was your first time, wasn’t it? I just thought you’d make a bigger deal of it.”

He shrugs again, a smirk still lingering, “It was a big deal- to us. I thought you guys would just figure it out eventually.”

Ever the nosy one, Jimin slinks a little closer to him, a bit of mischief in his eyes, “It’s fun huh?”

Jungkook just rolls his eyes, brushing him off playfully, “I thought I was supposed to be the youngest.”

Jimin ignores his comment and just looks at him expectantly.

Giving up on holding out, Jungkook finally gives him what he wants and replies.

“It was fun.”

Jimin offers his signature bit of laughter again but before he’s able to interrogate him any further, Jungkook finally gets the notification that his driver is here.

“I’ll see you Sunday, hyung.” Jungkook gives him a short wave before adjusting his bag on his shoulder.

Jimin smirks and flutters his fingers in his direction, “Have fun.”

Jungkook just shakes his head, groaning to himself as he finally leaves the building.

Slumping into his seat, he shuts his eyes for a moment and tries his best not to fall asleep. Thankfully, his desire to eat his weight in ramen paired with his desire to see you keeps him from passing out.

You and Jungkook have been together for a while now and although the initial nerves surrounding seeing him have lessened slightly, you still want to look good for him. Thankfully for you, when it comes to impressing your boyfriend- less is more.

Slowly but surely, he has revealed his preferences to you but they have slipped out casually. He doesn’t ever want you to feel like you have to look a certain way for him.

But you do know he likes black.

And you do know he likes when you wear oversized pieces.

The harsh bit of winter also makes dressing in gigantic hoodies and thick socks a lot easier anyhow.

So you opt for something along the lines of cute but comfy and tend to your hair the easiest way you know how.

Jungkook also loves it when you don’t wear any makeup. But he’s never told you directly, you’ve just figured out based on the way he gets all starry eyed every time you wash your face at night.

The ramen is all set up in the living room and you’ve got one of the Christmas movies the two of you started the other day, ready to play.

By the time you hear a knock at your door, everything is ready for a cozy Friday night with your boyfriend.

Upon opening your door, you are met with the sight of Jungkook- sweaty, soft and slightly sleepy standing there in all of his glory. He’s dressed in grey sweats and a big white t-shirt, his hair tied up messily atop his head. Along with the smell of sweat, you can faintly make out the remnants of his cologne and it stirs something deep inside of you.

Jungkook’s eyes scan over you briefly, offering a small smile as he leans in to peck your cheek, “Hiiii...”

He sings the greeting, patting your hips as he quickly steps into your apartment.

“Hello,” You sing back, giggling a bit, “Did you guys just now finish up practicing? Didn’t you start at like 7?”

Jungkook winces as he begins slipping off his big clunky boots, leaning back against your front door, “Yeah. I really thought they were trying to kill me- I did the new dance so many times, I lost count.”

Pouting your lips, you take his bag off his shoulder and hang it up on your coat rack.

“I’m so sorry.” You murmur, shaking your head, “Did they give you tomorrow off at least?”

At this, Jungkook grins, nodding as he does, “Yeah, I was going to ask you what you were doing tomorrow cause I thought maybe you’d want to hang out. Our night was supposed to start a lot earlier...”

He looks regretful and even slightly annoyed.

He’s been having this issue a lot lately where his prior obligations and engagements seem to mean nothing to his directors, which never used to be a big deal but, now that he has you in his life- he never wants to let you down.

“I’m free all day-” You reply happily, before narrowing your eyes at him, “I have one condition though-”

Jungkook looks intrigued, cocking his head as he steps forward, “What’s your condition?”

“I need one of these...” Pointing to your lips, you pucker them and make grabby hands at your boyfriend.

He laughs softly, shaking his head as he closes the space between you, “I just got here and you’re already using kisses as collateral now huh?” His voice gets a little lower and before you can reply, his gently places his lips on yours, sighing out through his nose as his flutter shut.

Once he starts kissing you, you aren’t really able to think of a coherent response. Leaning into him, you hum lightly in your throat, tucking your lips between his.

However, when you attempt to slide your hand up the exposed skin of his arm, he winces and pulls away.

Groaning, you can’t help but giggle, “I know- I know... ‘babe, I’m too sweaty. Let me just shower really quick and then I’ll promise, I'll kiss you so much better’...”

At your attempt to imitate his voice, Jungkook starts laughing- cute nose scrunched up with delight.

He kisses his teeth, “You know me too well. I’ll be right back.”

Jungkook leans in again and kisses you on the cheek before disappearing into your bathroom moments later

After his showering, he comes out in a baggy t-shirt and some sweats, his hair freshly blow dried and piled up on his head in a messy bun.

He scarfs down his dinner in record time before the two of you settle back against the couch.

You can feel him looking at you as you giggle at the TV but he doesn’t let his eyes linger very long. He just kind of stares for a moment before simply tightening his grip around your shoulders. He feels so warm beside you that you seriously wonder how long you’ll be able to stay awake with him being the human equivalent of a weighted blanket.

When your laughter erupts again, Jungkook leans in to pop a kiss on your check, which broadens your smile that much more. It’s only for a moment before he turns back to the TV, seemingly satisfied with his actions. However, you decide to return the favor and smoosh your lips against his face, eliciting a snicker from his throat.

You snuggle into him more, grabbing his arm that’s resting on the couch beside you and wrapping it around so that his hand is resting your lap. Leaning your head against his chest, you slowly began tracing over the markings on his skin lightly brushing your nails against each unique line. Jungkook’s eyes are trained on the TV and despite his blank expression, you can see the goosebumps forming on his skin.

Regardless, you just keep going, allowing your fingertips to trace over the letters adorning his hand. Using your nails, you trace between each of his fingers, before interlocking them your own. Once you’re holding hands, Jungkook squeezes slightly, brushing his thumb along your skin which then prompts you to finally to turn to the side and look at him.

He grins softly, still not glancing your way but choosing to offer a playful comment instead, “You’re not watching the movie...”

You laugh softly, reaching out with your free hand and tilting his face towards you.

“We’ve watched this movie four times-” You retort, “Besides I’m pretty sure I remember you promising me that you’d kiss me properly once you were out of the shower.”

Jungkook’s grin broadens, his doe-eyes alight with defiance, “I’m pretty sure you promised yourself that for me- I don’t remember agreeing to it.”

You scoff in mock offense, “Damn ok. So it’s like that huh? I buy you ramen and yet this is how I’m treated. I’m calling the UN...”

Jungkook laughs a little harder now, the sound a little sharp but intensely endearing, “It’s that serious for you?”

Pouting, you nod, “It is that serious.” You’re about to say something else before you brush your thumb over his lips and notice the dryness there, “Did you remember to bring your chapstick today?”

He immediately sucks his lips between his teeth and given that his ability to speak is no compromsied he simply nods, his eyes wide with false innocence.

“Mhmmm.” He lies

“No you didn’t!” You exclaim, laughing a bit as you press your thumb against the thin line of his mouth, “Babe, it’s so cold outside- your lips are going to start cracking.”

Unfurling his lips, he lets his head fall back on his shoulders, “I know, I know-” He whines playfully before his head snaps back up to yours, the same glint remaining in his gaze, “You have some right?”

You roll your eyes, “You know that I do.”

He snickers, quickly leaning in to kiss your cheek, “Can I have some then?”

Playfully shoving him off, you rise from the couch and shake your head, “I’m giving you one to keep in your rehearsal bag,” You shuffle over to your bathroom, “You better use it!”

He laughs as he hears your demand echo down the hallway before calling back, “Hurry jagi! They are so dry- I can feel them! They are so close to cracking!”

Seconds later, your hurling one of your many lip balms into his lap which he catches just before it hits him.

“Put it on...” You demand pointedly and he shakes his head.

“I don’t think I can-” He sighs dramatically, holding the lip balm out to you, “You have to do it- all of the moisture in my body is slowly fading away...my lips are trying to suck it all up.”

Giggling, you cross your arms, shaking your head, “That makes absolutely no sense.”

“Y/N! Please!” Jungkook chokes out, “Before I waste away...the winter-” His eyes bug out of his head, as his hand clutches his chest, “the winter jagi- it's going to dry me out completely.”

Finally snapping, you grab the Chapstick out of his hands before asserting yourself into his lap. He laughs, resting his head against the couch cushions whilst his hands sneakily find their way to your hips.

“You’re so annoying...” You grumble, still giggling yourself as he puckers his lips dramatically.

“I’m only following your recommendations.” He insists, making kissy noises at you, “Balm me up baby.”

Uncapping the chapstick, you press your chest against his before starting to drag it over his lips. As you get to work on helping him, his mischievous gaze slowly softens until he’s looking up at you with stars in his eyes. Carefully, you make sure every inch of his mouth is covered with balm, paying special attention to the corners and his lower lip. As you finish up, you put the cap back on set on the couch cushion.

He rubs his lips together, humming in satisfaction.

You smirk, “Better?”

Jungkook nods his Adams’ apple bobbing in his throat as he feels you shift on his hips.

“Make sure.” He murmurs, puckering his lips, his eyes starting to swim with arousal.

You lean in, unable to refuse him before capturing his mouth in a kiss. Rotating your head, you slowly deepen the connection between your lips, drawing a sigh from the boy beneath you. You can feel his thumbs rub ever so gently against the back of your hips as he leans fully back so that your chest is resting on his.

He nudges your nose, allowing his tongue to brush against the bottom of your top lip, requesting entrance into your mouth. You accept him, licking along his tongue, a shiver running up your spine as he sucks slightly on the top of you.

Jungkook really is a filthy kisser but you’d never guess by just looking at him.

He’s quite sure his face is growing numb, his only focus on the way you’re making him feel and a somewhat annoying pain on the back of his head. His ponytail is digging against the wall, causing unnecessary discomfort to wash over him. Still kissing you, he reaches behind his head to pull the hair tie out, allowing his hair to fall freely around his face. You take the opportunity to slide your fingers between the strands, scratching gently at his scalp and causing a slightly shaky breath to leave his lips.

He loves when you play with his hair.

You use both hands now to tuck it behind his ear before using them to slide down the length of his arms. Finding his hands on your hips, you lace your fingers with his and bring them back up so they are pinned against either side of his head.

The making out didn’t get him fully hard but as soon as he feels his hands pinned against the head of the couch, he feels his dick twitch almost painfully in his sweatpants.

Smirking into his mouth, you delight in the sudden halt to his breathing. Subtly, he pushes his hips up a bit when you start kissing your way down his chin and throat. Jungkook summons all the resolve he has and goes perfectly still when you start placing soft kisses along the expanse of his throat. You feel the ache between your legs worsen when you feel his fingers tightening against yours. Jungkook is a very sensitive person, both emotionally and physically. Over the time you’ve become intimate, you’ve slowly uncovered all the little spots that drive him crazy.

And you’re determined to kiss every single one.

“You had a hard day huh?” You murmur sweetly, kissing up the right side of his neck.

All he does is nod, his eyes falling shut as he feels your lips getting closer to his earlobe.

Placing another kiss at his hairline, you slowly kiss along the bottom half of his ear before capturing it between your teeth.

His breath immediately leaves his lips in a shaky mess, his eyes squeezing together as the grip on your hands tightens.

“I think I should help you relax after you’ve worked so hard don’t you?”

He has no idea what you plan to do to him but, he honestly couldn’t give a fuck.

He’s too hard, too wound up and too into to you to ask any meaningful questions.

Jungkook merely nods, not trusting his vocal abilities at the moment as he waits for your next move.

A smirk comes across your face as you suckle lightly on his earlobe, knowing how much he likes it before using your lips to descend back down his neck.

You lean away from him to get a closer look at his expression. Smoothed out in pure pleasure but also tightening slightly at the discomfort brought on by his throbbing dick.

His eyes are still closed as you release your grip on his hands and he keeps them that way even as you move to grip the hem of his t-shirt.

“Are you falling asleep on me?” You tease and he merely grins, shaking his head.

“Then why are your eyes closed?”

He doesn’t open them and instead allows a breathless bit of laughter to leave his lips, sound almost exasperated.

“I feel dizzy.”

His simple responses elicits another desire within you that intensifies your goal to make him feel good.

“In a good way?” You check, playfully pinching his stomach as you slowly pull up his t-shirt.

He goes back to nodding, his hands coming down to assist you with your task. His hair flops haphazardly as the material of his shirt messes with it. You take a moment to admire how incredibly beautiful he is when he settles back against the couch, your mouth going dry at the sight of him. Flushed face, pouted lips, defined muscles and hardened nipples lay before you, and you are a little unsure of where to put your lips first.

Although it doesn’t really matter, your destination is the same regardless.

Deciding on another spot that drives him crazy, you allow your fingers to brush along his ribs before leaning in to kiss over his defined chest. Jungkook’s hands are laying limp against the couch but when he feels your lips nearing his nipple, he turns them so they are able to grip the edge of the couch. Sucking his nipple into your mouth, you let you tongue rub against the peak of it. Jungkook sighs loudly from above you and you can’t help but smirk as he still doesn’t allow himself to moan.

It’s a quirk you’ve noticed and you feel like it’s likely left over from the long-discarded idea that Jungkook has regarding his masculinity. No matter how often you tell him that making noise is perfectly ok (and really hot) he still waits till he can’t help himself.

And to be honest, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy pushing him towards that point.

After you finish kissing his chest, you begin trailing your wet lips down the middle of torso, taking a moment to suck over the soft skin of his not so softly defined stomach.

“All those hours in the gym are really paying off-” You mumble against his skin, brushing your fingers over his abs, “You look so strong...”

At your compliment, his lips part, one side of his mouth turning up in a slight smile.

“I wanna look good for you.”

It’s quite a ridiculous statement really.

Jungkook would look good no matter how many visible abs he had but you know he likes the praise none the less.

So you shower him with it.

“You always look good for me.” You assure him, kissing along the band of his sweatpants now, “I’m proud of you for working so hard.”

He grins a little more, leaving his eyes mostly close but allowing them to peak open a bit to watch you sink to your knees.

“Thank you.”

He swallows back the threat of hyperventilation as he feels you spread his legs, his eyes closing completely once again.

If you weren’t able to make out the sound of his breath picking up, the movement of us chest certainly would have given it away, his pecks heaving a bit as he tries to relax.

But as you begin gently massaging up his legs, Jungkook realizes relaxing might not be possible.

At least not at the moment...

He’s stained the seam of his sweatpants with precum which would upset him if it were any other substance but with his dick being so hard, he really can’t find himself to care about anything else.

Tucking your fingers beneath his sweatpants, you begin tugging them off of his hips, relieved that he isn’t wearing any underwear.

Jungkook takes another deep and shaky breath through his nose, tilting his head back again as he tries to center his thinking.

But you’re kind of driving him insane.

Starting at his knee, you kiss all the way up his inner thigh, taking in the scent of his body- indescribable and mouthwatering, just like him. You stop just before his dick before repeating your actions along the other leg.

Jungkook’s stomach is caving in at the teasing but he does absolutely nothing to urge you further.

He likes the torture.

“Is there anything you want me to do while I'm down here?”

Jungkook bites his bottom lip at your question, knowing that you’re going to make him ask for it but feeling shy regardless.

“Yes.” He breathes

You brush your fingertips over his balls, his hips only slightly twitching at the sensation.

He’s trying to stay calm, not wanting to get so ahead of himself he blows his load before you’ve even started.

“What is it that you want me to do?” You murmur, leaning in to breathe against his length.

You’re expecting him to stall and use every other word to ask for what he wants but instead, he surprises you.

“Suck on it...” He whispers, taking a deep breath before exhaling on the word, “...please.”

Smirking to yourself, you wrap a hand around him- feeling him throb within your grip before kitten licking over the tip of him. After ridding his dick of all the precum, you decide to end his descent into madness and suck him into your mouth.

You start slow, licking up and down the length of him, your core aching at the taste. Jungkook’s nails are digging into the couch cushions as he feels your movements, his teeth starting to chew on the inside of his bottom lip.

Bringing your hand into the mix, you guide a flexible grip up and down up, using your lips to suck on the tip of him, your tongue tracing the curves of his frenulum.

Jungkook’s lips part in awe as he feels the combination of moves on his dick, his toes curling against the shag carpet. He knows that his vision will be swimming but he wants to watch you so badly, he decides to finally open his eyes.

As he predicted, his vision is spotty and the dizziness he felt earlier is nothing compared to the way he feels now.

It all becomes irrelevant though when he locks eyes with you. Your boyfriends normally innocent gaze is completely glossed over with lust, his mouth hanging open as he stares down at you, the same smirk slowly returning to his lips.

Sucking off of him, you use your hand to jerk him off as you address him, “Does it feel good?”

He bites his lip, his face and chest decorated with the flush of arousal as he nods.

“Why are you so quiet then?”

For whatever reason, your question tickles him and drunken giggle bubbles up past his lips,

“’ss too good.” He explains, shaking his head at you, “I don’t know how to say anything...”

Logically, he understands that you aren’t talking about him necessarily saying anything but more so referring to the lack of noise he’s making. However, he knows very well that he’s going to be moaning for you soon, especially when your mouth returns to his dick a second time.

When he feels you palm his balls, his eyes fall shut again, his hips twitching all over the place when you resume both sucking and jerking him off.

Jungkook knows he’s biting his lip really hard when he starts to taste a bit of blood but he doesn’t care, the pleasure he’s experiencing overpowering any semblance of pain.

“Y/N” He whispers, “I’m getting really close.”

His warning makes you swoon because he sounds so desperate and yet he’s being considerate, not wanting to intrude your mouth with the taste of him.

Despite the fact that, that’s all you want.

You merely moan against his length, signaling for him to let go whenever he wants, your speed increasing all the while.

“Fuck...” He whispers again but the word sounds like it got caught in his throat, “Fuck...fuck...fuck.”

Hearing him swear makes the wet disaster in your shorts much worse but you wanna make him cum so badly, you ignore it completely. The sound of him nearing the edge is enough to take him all the way in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him harder.

Finally, he breaks- a whimpering skipping past his lips, one of his hands coming up to cover his mouth. As much as you want him to moan for you, you don’t want to stop your motions long enough to tell him.

He throws his head back against the headrest, his eyes opening wide as he stares up at the ceiling in amazement. His body jerks as the first wave of his release hits your tongue and rope after rope, you swallow everything he gives you, sucking him through his orgasm and until the sensitivity becomes too much and he starts squirming beneath you.

You suck off of him, allowing his softening length to rest against his lower stomach, which is now trembling with his heavy breath.

Jungkook pants, still staring him at the ceiling and while he’s coming down, you kiss along his hips, letting him take his time. Whilst you’re kissing up his happy trail, one of his hands reaches out to brush over your face. Its then you notice that it’s clammy and a bit shaky so, you take a moment to press a kiss over his knuckles, trying to encourage him to look at you.

“You’re shaking.” You whisper and before you know it, you can hear that same drunken giggle coming from his lips again.

Your boyfriend looks down at you, a deep sense of amazement in his eyes as he laughs still, a bit delirious.

“Yeah well-” He shakes his head, still trying to get his wits about him, “You should have a talk with your mouth about that...”

You giggle now, resting your chin on your hand as you admire how fucked-out he looks. His hair is a mess and he is covered in a light layer of sweat and if you’re being honest, you really want to jump his bones all over again. But you know he needs a minute.

“I just wanted to help you relax.” You claim innocently to which he just shakes his head, gesturing for you to get on the couch.

“Come here.”

You scramble up towards him, sitting beside his exhausted body and before you know it, he’s pulling in for a kiss, his smile creeping back when he feels your lips.

“You’re amazing.”

He sounds silly but sincere all at once, kissing softly at your lips before nudging your nose.

You smile back into the kiss, mumbling something of the same nature to him.

The two of you kiss one another for a moment until Jungkook is pulling back, allowing his dark gaze to scan over your face, eyes suddenly full of determination.

“I think it’s time you relax too now, don’t you think?”

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psh - love affair

park sunghoon [f. 8516 words] love affair

so when i’m gonna know what to feel inside, baby?

maybe it’s just all in my head, so

don’t overthink, this is love

maybe it’s just a crush

baby, is this your love affair, your love affair?

synopsis: what happens when two childhood best friends make a deal to help each other’s reputations? an unforeseen circumstance prompts sunghoon to approach you, intriguing not just you but practically every other student at your college. you believe your reunion with him can only end in one of two ways: you resort back to being friends and go on with your lives, or you use each other and once you’re both done, you fall out and never talk again. how will you two navigate your companionship? is it just the nostalgia coming up? a revival of feelings? a new crush? could it possibly be actual love?

genre + tropes : fluff. comedy. the slightest angst. childhoodbestfriends!au. enemiestolovers!au. college!au. fakedating!au.

warnings: fem reader. a little swearing. slightly suggestive themes, sorta. a few cliches. mentions of underage drinking. the american collegiate school calendar. does them geeking out over fantasy/sci-fi sagas need a warning? unknown mutual pining. they’re so helplessly clueless of their feelings. also appearances of the rest of enha plus txt.

i. prologue

if someone told you that you would reconnect with your childhood best friend—let alone date him, you would’ve laughed in their face and told them to fuck off. park sunghoon is bad news. well, at least to you he is. one of the infamous campus playboys, you can spot him around the quad flirting with a different girl practically every day.

but to you, he couldn’t have been anymore unlike the sunghoon you grew up with. you grew up with the sunghoon who couldn’t stand being around others, mind always focused on his own interests. you knew him as the little shy boy who would hide behind his mom whenever new people came around. the first person he opened up to was you. you can blame your mom for that. you can vaguely remember her words, something along the lines of mrs. park and i have been friends for longer than you have been alive. when we found out we were both expecting, we knew you two were destined to be besties.

she was right. everyone thought you were two peas in a pod. wherever one of you went, the other followed. always stuck together, like true partners in crime. your close bond stuck for years. if anyone needed you, you’d most likely be found in the seats of sunghoon’s ice skating practices and competitions, cheering him on and being obnoxiously loud. likewise, he always attended your showcases, spending hours complimenting your artwork.

but then the villain of everyone’s lifetime eventually appeared. puberty.

alas, your friendship did what anyone could predict of a couple of preteens entering high school. the usual “no matter what we’re gonna stick together!” leading to “sorry for blowing you off, got really busy,” to the imminent “what happened to us? we used to be so close,” and eventually the end of it all. senior year, the two of you attempted to leave on a good note. by that, you mean your parents made both of you apply to the same colleges to have a chance at sticking together. well, it worked, you got into the same university. funny how the universe does things.

back to present day, you’re now in your second year at hybe university. let’s just say, sunghoon isn’t the only one who went through a personality change. sunghoon traded his late night practices on the ice to one-night stands at frat parties. you, on the other hand, traded your once outgoing and fun-loving persona for a more… cold grunge meets artsy introvert. overall, let’s just say you both have reputations for not being the most approachable people. well at least you still have one thing in common.

ii. the cafe

the busy campus cafe was roaring with study groups filling every table. the aroma of fresh coffee and tea being brewed filling the air, creating a warm atmosphere—contrast to the cold winter weather just outside the walls. the college students scattered around, just like their minds scattered as they prepare for finals. not immune to the dreaded time of year, a group of four boys enter, immediately grabbing the attention of those already nestled inside.

a quick roll call of the four known by the student body as en-4, a combination of the dance crew name enhypen and the notorious f4. lee heeseung—the campus heartthrob, captain of the dance crew, center of the basketball team, and an unknown hopeless romantic. park jongseong, although everyone calls him jay—the resident bad boy and party animal, but those close to him know that he’s actually the responsible one. sim jaeyun, otherwise referred to as jake—the friendly and flirty frat boy who you can catch playing soccer in the quad almost every day. finally, park sunghoon—the handsome heartbreaker. he doesn’t need more of an introduction.

the four of them make their way to the counter, placing their orders. of course jake doesn’t miss his chance to sound extra sweet and send a quick wink to the barista, getting elbowed by heeseung in the process. after getting their drinks, they look around to see almost no where to sit. not a single table to fit all of them was available.

in one of the tucked away areas, sunghoon spots an empty seat at a smaller table. the only catch was there was someone sitting across from it, hunched forward over her laptop. he can’t see much of her figure but he immediately recognizes her features. it’s you. well, a more mature and grown up you, but he couldn’t forget that face for the life of him.

sunghoon’s feet drag himself across the crowded room, catching the attention from the neighboring groups he passed but sneaking away quiet enough to not alarm his own friends. the three are too caught up arguing about what to do. sunghoon can hear the faint voice of jay suggesting going somewhere else while the other two shoot him down as he walks further away. he makes his way all the way up to your side. you look up, scanning him, confused but unamused. “this seat taken?” the first words he said in a year and half to you. still not not giving him any emotion, you hesitantly shake your head once, immediately bringing your focus back to your essay.

ignoring him only works for so long, his gaze not leaving the top of your head. you can feel his stare piercing into you, finally meeting his eyes. “what’s your deal?” the irritation and bluntness in your tone is all too evident.

he shrugs and answers nonchalantly, “nothing, just go along with it.” his answer is hushed, almost as if he’s a bit embarrassed.

“what are you trying to pull here, park?”

“can i not just sit here and peacefully drink my latte? am i that disturbing to you?”

“considering that the second you started walking in this direction, everyone had their eyes on us, then yes, you are that disturbing.”

“they’re not looking at us.” he pauses before continuing with his rant, “they’re looking at you.”

“and why the hell do you think that is?”

“they’re all trying to figure out what could possibly be so interesting about you that i would choose this seat.” he says it like it’s the most obvious answer.

you scoff and turn to see the lingering stares of the others in the cafe. “well, if it isn’t the god park sunghoon being as humble as ever, gracing me with his presence and having mercy on a peasant like me.” the sarcasm dripping off your tongue like venom.

he smiles warmly at your animosity and chuckles. “i’ve always loved your sense of humor.”

“funny cause i’ve always despised yours. i’m gonna ask one more time. what do you want, park?”

he only shrugs. hesitating before responding again, “i like it here. i like talking to you. it’s familiar… comfortable.” he sees your expression change subtly. it’s only for a second before you regain the prior look. he tries to read you. he caught you off guard and his pride brings a smirk to his face.

by now, he finally tunes back into the situation around him and can feel his phone going off in his jean pocket. he pulls out the phone to see dozens of notifications, quickly stealing a glance back up at you to see that you’re already back to typing away on the previously forgotten assignment. he laughs as he sees the boys blowing up their group chat asking what he was doing. he looks up, finding the three sitting at a cramped booth with shock and confusion written all over them.

“enjoying the attention?” your turn to break the silence. when he turns back to you, you continue, “you’re no stranger to it but you’ve always loved it.” he gives you a slow nod, turning the question back to you. you answer him, “you know that it’s not my forte.”

“and why is that? scared people will get to know the real you?”

“oh please, like you aren’t afraid of me exposing all the dirt i have on you. imagine the buzz i could create with all of your old baby pics.”

he jolts up from his relaxed position, eyebrows raised, and completely on edge, “you wouldn’t dare.”

you lean forward in your seat, elbow resting on the table, cheek resting in your palm, and chuckle, “try me.” the words leaving your mouth quickly and a smile immediately replacing it.

“you’re finally smiling at me. good to know you still have emotions.” he gets you to laugh again. you spend the next 20 minutes catching up. looks like you two kept more in common than you thought. things run smoothly between the two of you, some of your old memories and inside jokes being brought up. “why didn’t this happen sooner?”

“what, us talking? i mean, you and i stopped running in the same crowd and school got the best of us. i will admit, though, freshman year sucked without you.”

he sighs when he hears your admission. “how about this? a proposition. i’m sure you’re aware that i don’t have the best reputation.”

you cut him off, “you can say that again.”

“haha, very funny,” he throws in another sarcastic comment. “you know you’re not exactly the most approachable either. hate to be the one to break it to you but you’re pretty intimidating.” he notices the expression on your face turned into one of annoyance at his last statement, “don’t look at me like that, you know it’s true.”

you dismiss the slight jab, telling him to continue. what you don’t expect is the next four words to come out of his mouth. “go out with me.” he sees your face drop, “oh come on, stop looking at me like that.”

“so i see, a little bit of time without me and you go insane.”

“look, i don’t mean actually date me, i mean… pretend to.”

again, you stare at him like he grew another head. “you want me to fake-date you? what are we, in a k-drama now? sorry hoon, you’re attractive but i would’ve preferred hwang in-youp or song kang.”

now he’s a bit annoyed, answering cockily, “i am so much better looking than them.”

“you wish.”

his jaw drops for a few seconds and then he chuckles. “i’m serious, think about it. we go out and spend time with each other like old times. i don’t look like i’m so incapable of being in a committed relationship and you don’t look like such a loner. no offense.”

“offense taken… but i see your point.”

“see, look at you using that smart brain of yours. this would be no strings attached. just two friends helping each other out while simultaneously deceiving everyone else. i know how much you love tricking others.”

you sit quietly, weighing the pros and cons in your head. “deal.”

iii. bro code

a few days later, sunghoon sits in his shared apartment with the boys, slumped on the couch as they eat dinner. “why are you guys so against it? i thought you wanted to see me in a relationship and now that i’m in one, you guys don’t approve. make it make sense. i should be free to date whoever i want.”

“yeah dude,” pausing to take a bite of his burger, “we get that.” jay answers, seeing how defensive his friend is getting.

jake interejects, “we respect your choices, but like… her? of all the girls that are falling at your feet, you chose her? the one that has no interest in you at all? i know you’re powerful but i don’t get how you managed to pull that off.”

“i feel like you could’ve consulted us about it first. bro code, man.” heeseung says as he shrugs his shoulders and sips on his soda.

“that’s kinda why i like her, because she isn’t all over me like the others. she’s cute and fun to hang out with. just give her a chance. honestly, what’s the worst that could happen? we go out and it doesn’t work. no harm in trying….”

that seems to do the trick as the boys lay off from the topic, going back to their own dinners and watching the latest episode of the penthouse.

later that night, sunghoon leaves their dorm to meet up with you. you agreed earlier that if you needed to meet up and talk that you’d go to the art department. perks of being an art major allows you a studio to spend your time in, secluded from the outside world. in this case, you and sunghoon don’t have to worry about nosy roommates.

when he arrives, he makes sure to take the back entrance like you mentioned. he makes his way through the deserted halls, glancing at each room he passes, and taking note of the various pieces framed along the corridor walls. he gets to the end of the building, finding a studio decorated with your name on the door. he silently enters. you don’t notice him at first with your back against the entrance and the music playing too loud through your airpods, focused on molding the clay on the pottery wheel. he grabs an empty stool, propping it beside you and taking a seat. he takes off one of your airpods, putting it in his own ear.

you finally turn your head towards him, “how long ago did you get here?”

“just now. how long were you waiting?”

you sit up, facing his direction. “i had a couple of classes today and came here to finish some stuff, been here for… what time is it?”

“um… almost 11.”

“then like four hours.”

“you’ve been working on that for four hours? what even is it, and when did you start doing pottery?” he points at the unfinished ceramic.

“not just that. i had some paintings that i needed to finish for my portfolio and those are in a separate room to dry. this,” you refer to the clay, “is just something i’m working on for fun. i got into it cause one of my profs suggested i try another medium.”

he nods along while you explain. “you can keep working on it while we talk.”

you hum in confirmation and turn back to the wheel, rewetting your wands. “so how do we make this believable? seems like people already know. word spreads quick when it comes to you.”

“we just need to act like a couple. so hanging out, going on dates, posting each other here and there, and being affectionate.”

“wow you finally found an excuse to kiss me,” you laugh as you joke with him, him following suit. “sounds reasonable, not much different from how we were as kids, just now we have to call them dates.”

“shouldn’t cause too many problems. just don’t fall in love with me, babe.”

you smile at the new nickname, “likewise, hoon.” you continue throwing the clay, molding it to your desired shape. you hyperfocus on the sculpture, tuning out the boy sitting next to you as he watches—he catches on that you still have the habit of pouting whenever you work on your art. you hunch forward, letting some of your hair fall in front of your face. too caught up, you don’t notice that sunghoon left his seat to stand behind you. he takes your locks and ties it into a messy ponytail. you snap out of your tunnel vision to ask, “why do you just have a hair tie handy?”

“i always had to carry some around for you because you always lost them. i never grew out of it, i guess.” he grins warmly, “do you remember how many times you had complained when you would get paint in your hair and i would have to clean it up for you?”

“how could i forget?” the night ends with more laughs and reminiscing on your childhood. time really does fly faster than you think.

iv. rated pg

the bell rings as you and sunghoon enter the convenience store. you two are discussing the movie you two just watched as you walk through the aisles.

you split up agreeing to meet back at the register. you make your way to the drinks in the back while sunghoon goes to get snacks. you grab an iced jasmine tea for yourself and an iced vanilla latte for hoon. sunghoon yells over the stands as he browses, “hey, what should i caption for my insta post?”

you respond loudly, “i don’t know, something related to movies.”

sunghoon looks at the picture on his phone: a photo of you two snuggled up in the theater, most of your face hidden in his hoodie. he types in quickly “rated pg for park’s girl <3”, hits post, and goes back to browsing. he goes to grab bento boxes, honey butter chips, candy jellies, and practically everything his eyes landed on.

when you make it to the cashier, you see sunghoon with his arms full. “you good there, park?”

a muffled “yup” is heard behind all the food.

you look around, walking away when you find what you needed. going closer to him, “why didn’t you just grab a basket?” you start to take some things from his arms, lightening his load.

“i… uh… didn’t think of it.” he pauses in between, an embarrassed expression adorning his face. you giggle as you take everything to be rung up, missing how his ears turned red. you catch the worker’s name on his tag, jungwon. before you can take out your wallet to pay, sunghoon’s already entering his card into the machine. you whip your head around, ready to tell him off. “nope, do not look at me like that.” you roll your eyes at him as you grab the bag with what you just bought.

“oh come on… you can’t seriously be mad at me.” no response from you. “really? the silent treatment?” he scoffs jokingly when you cross your arms against your chest. he comes closer to bend down and wrap his arms around your waist. “it’s snacks. it’s not that big of a deal.”

you release yourself from his grasp and walk out of the store, still faking being mad. you mumble, “whatever,” under your beath but still loud enough for him to hear.

he bids jungwon a quick “have a nice night”, not missing him calling the two of you a cute couple. sunghoon meets up with you outside, already sitting on the curb of the parking lot.

v. pretty boy

the start of a new semester. en-4 are sitting out on the grass of the quad. surrounding them are various groups of students, typical for the buzzing campus on a crisp spring day.

“you need to cook the noodles first. end of discussion.” jake says sternly. he and heeseung are in a heated argument over the proper order of cooking ramen.

heeseung defends himself, “you are so wrong. you make the broth first to build the flavor.”

jay brings his attention up from his phone, “neither of you should be allowed anywhere near a kitchen.”

out of nowhere, a loud car horn is heard, drawing the attention of every student in the area. sunghoon looks up to find you leaning against the passenger door of your car and yelling, “hey, pretty boy! get in.” he chuckles at both the label and how bossy you sound, turning to his friends to grab his things. the three of them are stunned at him.

jake breaks first, “wait, what?”

heeseung lets go of his argument with the australian, “dude, are you seriously leaving?”

sunghoon only nods as he walks away, not letting them ask any more questions. he notices all the watching eyes and decides why not put on a show? he shouts out to you, “thought i was picking you up later, babe.” he makes sure to emphasize the nickname as his infamous smirk tells you exactly what his intentions are.

“lecture ended early, love. prof had some emergency. thought why not surprise you…” you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he reaches you and let him lay a quick peck on your cheek. “now come on, i’m taking you out on a date so either hop in or lose your chance. your choice but i don’t have that much patience so hurry up.”

“yes, ma’am,” he leans in closer and guides his hands lower from your waist. “but i’m driving,” he says as he sneakily takes your keys from your back pocket,

“you sly fox.” he laughs at the new nickname as he opens the door, letting you sit down before closing it. he makes his way around the hood, noting that all attention is still on you two. he meets eyes with his friends again, the three looking much like the faces he saw in the cafe almost six weeks ago. as he buckles in and starts the car, you rest your hand on top of his on the gear shift. he raises his eyebrows and gives you a charming smile. “by the way, why’s your friend looking at me like that?”

he looks back up to face the boys, “which one?”

“jay. since we started doing this, he keeps looking at me weird—like weirder than the others.”

he tilts his head to the side when he realizes that jay is indeed looking in your direction, but his eyes are focused solely on you. “jay is… how should i put this? you know what i’ll tell you later. for now, tell me where to?”

vi. jukebox

the hazy red glow of the neon lights and checkered tiled floors welcomed you as you led sunghoon into the local diner. this place was a staple in your childhood, your go-to hangout spot with the aforementioned boy when you were still in your youth.

“i will say, this is a nice surprise.”

you look up to sunghoon as he sits across from you in the vinyl booth seat, “i knew you would love it.” you laugh with each other as you get situated, seeing a young but tall—why is he so tall? he looks like he’s only a teenager—server coming towards your table.

“hey, i’m niki and i’ll be taking care of you guys today,” the giant says cheerfully. “anything i can start you guys with?”

sunghoon looks up at the boy to take your order swiftly, “two strawberry milkshakes, please.” you watch as niki nods and walks back to the counter.

“well, well, well, park… you remembered?” you question teasingly with a cocked eyebrow.

“you’ve always had a sweet tooth. no wonder you loved me so much,” his turn to turn up the typical park sunghoon charm.

you scrunch your face in annoyance, “you should become a comedian.”

“i will never get tired of your sarcasm. it really just… keeps me going.” his way of joking back. “stay here. i’ll be right back,” he says quickly as he looks behind you and gets out of his seat.

you wait patiently for him, assuming he’s just going to the restroom. unbeknownst to you, sunghoon is making his way to the jukebox on the other side of the restaurant. he flips through the song list, finally finding the one he wants. he quickly puts in the coins and sets it in the queue. as he turns to go back to you, he sees an engraving on the side. he runs his fingers along it as he inspects the writing. property of sunghoon and y/n. he thinks back to your last day of eighth grade when you two etched the label onto the wood. he joyfully walks back to your table, ready to let you know about the memory. he sits next to you now, resting his arm behind you and around your back,

“what took you so long, park?”

right as he’s about to explain, niki comes to your table, “two strawberry milkshakes. anything else i can get you two?”

you turn your head quickly to the boy sitting next to you, seeing his eyes are already focused on yours. “um… no, i, uh, think we’re good.” you stumble and stutter a bit. you watch him as he nods his head and walks away. regaining your composure, you ask sunghoon again, “so what did take you so long?”

once again, he gets interrupted. the sound of “purpose” by justin bieber playing over the speakers makes him stop. he gives you a second to register the song, “that’s why.”

you tilt your head down and look at him quizzically, “really? this is why?” you reach to your drink, sipping on the straw as you wait for his answer.

he mirrors your movement, nodding his head in confirmation. he too drinks from the tall glass, contrary to your use of a straw, he opts to drink straight from the rim. he pulls the milkshake away, leaving some on his upper lip.

you burst into quiet laughter, turning your gaze away to not spit out your own shake.

sunghoon furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “what’s so funny?”

you turn back to him, “you got a little something there, park.” you wipe away the liquid from his face with your thumb, popping into your own mouth to clean it up.”there, all good now.”

sunghoon freezes in his spot, trying to comprehend what just happened. it’s quick but he feels something. trying to shake off the foreign feeling, he turns to face forward again. he feels you lean into him, head resting on his chest. a small grin appears on his face, humming along to the justin bieber tune still playing.

“i missed hearing you sing.”

sunghoon looks down at the crown of your head, “really? you used to always tease me about it, though.”

you shake your head with a light laugh, “i never meant it. whenever you sang, it always calmed me. i used to think… if you didn’t pursue skating, you could’ve been a singer.”

“and then what? i would bring you around on tour everywhere and sneak you in backstage?”

“that could’ve been fun.” you now laugh louder than before, him along with you.

there it is again. sunghoon’s not sure what it is, trying to suppress the odd emotion. he sits there, cuddling up to you in the booth, finishing the strawberry milkshakes, just hoping you can’t hear the way his heart starts to beat faster.

sitting at the bar, snacking on fries, and trying to not be seen by you two are heeseung, jay, and jake. they ask themselves would they really be considered sunghoon’s friends if they didn’t follow them and stake out their date.

vii. nerds

sunghoon picked you up from the art department today. he showed up about ten minutes too early, and he got permission from your instructor to monitor your class from the back. he waited outside the door while you cleaned up, earning a few prying looks from your peers as they exited. as you drove back to his place, you agreed to have a movie marathon.

opening the door to his dorm, you say “we are watching star wars. luke, leia, and han solo are a way better trio than three child magicians.”

sunghoon defends his choice, “first of all, they’re wizards. second, i’m offended. harry, ron, and hermione use magic with their wands. all star wars has is weird weapons and robots.”

“they’re literally in space and excuse you, but does something called—oh, i don’t know—the force ring any bells? they’re jedis, duh.” you rolls your eyes, making your annoyance clear.

sunghoon stops in the hall, “harry potter has spells and potions.”

“star wars has chewbacca.” you stand next to him with your arms crossed.

definitively and matter-of-factly, sunghoon says, “quidditch.”

“you can’t seriously believe quidditch is praiseworthy?” you look at him crazily.

“you two are such nerds.”

you both freeze, turning to see the rest of en-4 sitting in the living room. in the midst of your argument, you both failed to notice the others were home. you realize that jay was the one to stop you two. you also realize it’s the dreaded time for the best friends to finally meet the “girlfriend”. sunghoon seems to realize it as well, reaching to intertwine your hands to both sell the act to his roomates and to calm you down.

he leads you into the living room, meeting eyes with the boys. “so… guys, this is y/n, my girlfriend.”

“it’s so nice to finally meet you! i’m jake. sunghoon here has been holding out on us. i mean, come on, it’s been like two months and he still hasn’t introduced you to us.” the australian continues on with his energetic and positive ramble, asking you questions about your relationship.

heeseung butts in to tell jake to slow down. “i’m heeseung. jake’s right though, you two started dating before winter break and we’re barely meeting you now. sunghoon is always hanging out with you and telling us everything about it. honestly, all i can tell you is to run while you still can.” the others all laugh at his antics.

sunghoon scoffs, “hey, i’m not that bad.”

you excuse yourself to get a drink from the kitchen. you can hear jake spitting out more questions like rapid fire to sunghoon as you walk away. you reach into the fridge, fishing out a water bottle.

behind you, jay enters quietly. “you two are cute together.”

you flinch at his voice, “geez, dude. almost gave me a heart attack.”

he chuckles under his breath and leans against the counter, “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. i met sunghoon at freshman orientation and we immediately became friends, but i’ve never seen him like this.”

“really hoping you mean that in a good way.”

“don’t worry, it is. you know… he only has a soft spot for you. the three of us are his best friends but he only ever smiles like that with you.” he sways his head back and forth as he rambles, taking a pause between his words. “stay with him. it’ll be good for everyone.”

you smile at his approval, “you wanna know something? he actually said you would be the hardest to win over. he said something about you being super protective over your friends… yet, at the same time you trust their judgement. he told me that when he and i got together, he wasn’t scared to tell you but more worried as to if you would like me.”

he smiles with you now, “that all he said about me?” he asks while raising his eyebrows in curiosity.

“he also mentioned that you’re a good cook.”

viii. proud

a professor of yours is holding their annual spring showcase for contemporary art. every year, a handful of students are chosen to join and display their art amongst other renowned artists. you happen to be one of the few, a top contender chosen for your abilities.

you’ve invited your friends, including en-4 to come by the studio and see your work—albeit a bit nervous for their reactions. you stand on watch by your section, greeting the patrons and waiting for the boys to arrive.

thankfully, they show up within the first hour of the gallery opening. they each show up looking professional and chic, sporting all-black fits—most likely at the hands of jay. sunghoon immediately finding you and leading the way for the rest. you welcome them in, explaining your collection, the concentration being “vulnerability.” the works are a mix of several mediums, majority being oil paint, each displaying a closeup of various people. the paintings show their bare faces, imperfections and blemishes with nothing to hide.

the night continues with more and more passing by, complimenting your collection. by the time the exhibition ends, you and sunghoon are the only ones left in the studio. he’s stayed in the same spot, eyeing one piece incredibly closely. throughout the entire showcase, he had kept going back to the one canvas. you join his side, linking your arm with his. “this one is my favorite,” you hear him say.

you look up to meet his eyes, “why this one?”

“because… it’s you.” you takes your arm out and moves to stand behind you, now wrapping himself around you and resting his chin in the crook of your neck. he holds your hands in his, “i am so proud of you. times like this, i am proud to call you my best friend.” he turns his head, kissing you once on your jaw, and then pulling slightly back to kiss you again on the cheek.

you turn around, hugging him closer with your arms around his shoulders, “thank you.” you hold each other for a few minutes. when you pull away, you lock eyes. you feel your heart beating against your chest and your breathing getting faster. you snap back to reality when you feel sunghoon’s lips on yours. you’re not sure why you tangle your fingers in his hair and kiss him back or why he grabs onto your waist while backing you into the wall. he continues placing pecks on the corner of you lips, creating a trail down to your neck. when you let out a sigh and say his name, he stops. there he stands, a few feet in front of you, awkward and unsure of what to do next.

he breaks the silence, “it’s late. i should drive you back home.” he watches as you slowly nod your head. the drive back to your apartment was dead silent. you tried to occupy yourself by looking out the window.

when he drops you off, he bids you a quick goodnight. “um… text me when you get back home.” sunghoon just looks forward, muttering “ok” before leaving.

in the elevator, you look at your reflection on the metal doors. you make your way inside your place and take a seat on your bed. your mind is too busy reliving the moments with sunghoon before. you try to comprehend what you should do but find yourself too tired, instead falling asleep and missing his text.

ix. spring break

it’s currently the middle of april and the boys have made you an honorary member of en-4. you and sunghoon have been pretending to be a couple and successfully tricking everyone for the last four months.

everyone has the week off for spring break. jay, being the generous guy he is, rented out a cabin in the mountains for the now five members of your friend group. you all rode in one car on the way up, and you totally didn’t fall asleep in the middle seat while cuddling into sunghoon’s side.

you all decide to settle into your rooms once you arrive. “so there are four rooms, two downstairs and two upstairs.” jay pauses, looking towards you and sunghoon, “i assume that you’ll be fine sharing one.”

you immediately answer, “yeah, for sure.” you look to see sunghoon avoiding your gaze, sensing knowing looks from the others. sunghoon and you already guessed that they would make the two of you share a room and truthfully, neither of you minded. growing up together meant a lot of sleepovers and sharing beds so this was no problem.

he continues on, “great, you guys can take the master bedroom on the second floor cause it has the most space. i’ll take the room next to you, heeseung and jake can take the two down here.”

everyone agrees and sets off to their assigned rooms. you and sunghoon drop your bags onto the mattress, starting to unpack. the interior is spacious, the tall glass sliding doors allow lots of natural light to come in. the room itself is cozy, king size bed with matching bedside tables, and a big fluffy area rug. you’re too distracted to notice that sunghoon has gone outside to the balcony. he leans against the railing, taking in the scenic views and the breeze, basking in the setting rust-colored sun. when you finally realize that he’s not next to you anymore, you silently make you way onto the balcony, wrapping your arms around sunghoon from behind.

he tenses up at the sudden contact, relaxing when he realizes it’s you. there it is again, his heart is acting up like at the diner. he’s noticed it more often—the way that whenever he sees you, his heart beats differently. this weird feeling in his chest, this warmth that only shows up around you. he gets lost in his thoughts, envisioning what could become of your situation.

“what’s got you so lost?”

your voice snaps him back to reality. he turns around to face you, “uh… nothing, just thinking.”

just when you want to question him further and talk about what happened at the showcase, a knock is heard on the door. sunghoon walks away, going to open the door. both of you can feel the awkward tension when he leaves his spot.

“hey, we’re kinda hungry so we’re gonna order some food and watch a movie downstairs,” jake informs you two when the door opens. “feel free to come down and join whenever.”

“yeah, we’ll be down in a bit,” sunghoon tells him as heeseung nods before leaving you two alone again. you both finish getting settled before heading downstairs. you gather around the couch as ponyo plays on the tv and you reach for a tray of sushi.

the night continues, the moon sitting high amongst the stars. after the movie, dinner, and some drinking games, everyone retires to their respective rooms. you plop yourself onto the bed, tired after the day’s activities. you hear sunghoon getting something from his bag along with the rustling of some plastic. you crane your head up to see him approaching you. he sits on the edge of the bed, now with fluffy headbands and face masks in hand.

you scoot back a bit, “nope. no way you are getting me to do that.”

he laughs lightly at your antics, “oh come on… let me take care of you, at least just for tonight. please.” he gives you a pleading look with pursed lips, dragging out the “please” to show how desperate he is.

that was the deciding point that led to a spa night. you both changed into comfier clothes, you borrowed one of his hoodies and sweatpants. sunghoon got settled in closer to you and you reached for his wrist to grab one of the elastic bands. you adjusted your position to sit on your knees, reaching up to tie his hair back. he, on the other hand, took one of the headbands to bring your hair back and away from your face.

by the time midnight rolled around, you two were snuggled under the comforter with face masks, surrounded by junk food, and on the fourth episode of some random netflix show. as the night continues, a wave of sleep starts to overtake both of you. you help each other take off the masks and clean up, getting distracted every few minutes because one of you would start messing around. the boys had stopped by to say goodnight, catching you two in the middle of a mild pillow fight. after sending them off, you fall asleep in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth of your shared embrace. heeseung had snuck in at one point and stole a few quick pictures to tease you two with.

the dawn breaking through the sheer curtains causes you to stir in bed. you turn to see the alarm clock on the nightstand say 6:02. untangling yourself from sunghoon’s grasp, you sneak outside. you climb up to sit on the rooftop, feeling the cool chill of the dewy morning. the time alone gives you a sense of serenity.

meanwhile, sunghoon moves under the covers, confused why he can’t feel you. his eyes open and he doesn’t find a trace of you in the room. worried, he gets up and quietly searches the house, making sure to not wake the others. he goes into the backyard, seeing a shadow on the ground with an unusual shape. he looks up to find you perched on the roof, facing the opposite direction. he eventually climbs up to sit next to you. he hesitates before getting closer and putting his arm around you. you sigh as you lean into him. there you both stay, watching the sun come over the horizon in a comfortable silence.

x. disaster averted

the following week, you all return to campus. needless to say, the break was well used—the days at the cabin mostly being spent at the lake or around the campfire. another day spent hanging out at en-4’s dorm after classes. sunghoon went out to pick up food for everyone. you are in his room, trying to cram for an upcoming test and failing miserably because the other three are all playing fifa way too loud.

while the boys are playing, the doorbell rings. jay gets up to check who it is, seeing a young girl and immediately recognizing her. he lets in yeji, sunghoon’s little sister. she casually joins the boys around the tv, catching up on whatever has been happening in their lives. sunghoon arrives back home within twenty minutes.

“i’m back with the food,” he shouts out loud enough for everyone to hear including you behind his closed bedroom door. he places the plastic bags on the table, looking up to see another face. “yeji? what are you doing here?”

she gets up to greet her brother, giving him a hug, “it’s my spring break and i wanted to stop by.” sunghoon then realizes that his family doesn’t know about him becoming friends with you again or about your current situation. he drags her into the kitchen hurriedly, “ok so here’s the thing… you remember y/n?”

“of course! she’s like my big sister.”

his breath gets caught in his throat for a second, “yeah, don’t call her that. anyways, her and i are friends again,” he sees yeji’s eyes widen with excitement and continues with his explanation before she can cut him off, “and she’s my girlfriend.”

“what?!”

sunghoon panics and covers her mouth with his palm, “fake girlfriend!” he rushes out the whisper. “the guys don’t know that our relationship isn’t real and i’d like to keep it that way. they don’t even know that we were friends beforehand. yeji, i’m begging you to go along with it. please do this for me.” he clasps his hands together in front of him with a pleading expression.

the young girl crosses her arms in front of her and pretends to think about it, “hmm… fine.”

sunghoon blurts out a chant of “thank you’s” not knowing that his sister only agreed cause she always thought that you and sunghoon would’ve been a good couple. he tells her to help the others set the table while he goes to you. he quickly explains what’s happening and you’re just excited that you get to see yeji again. you both leave his room and you make your own way to the living room, spotting the other girl and exchanging glances.

yeji stops what she’s doing to turn and face you, “who’s this?”

you answer back casually, “y/n. i’m a friend of the boys, and you are?”

“yeji, sunghoon’s younger sister.” she says it proudly, bringing a grin to the aforementioned boy.

“oh, you’re yeji? hoon was right… you are pretty.”

she tilts her head and cocks an eyebrow, questioning you “why would he tell you about me?”

jake chimes in like it’s second nature, “i mean, why wouldn’t he tell his girlfriend about his sister?” he states like it’s so obvious. “they’ve been together since december.”

“girlfriend?” she takes a step back in false shock, “since december? why didn’t i know about this?”

“what? i don’t seem like your brother’s type?”

“it’s not that. i’m just surprised he managed to get and keep a girlfriend. you’re like, way out of his league and he’s a loser.” one thing to know about yeji is that as much as she loves him, she will never miss a chance to tease her brother.

with a scoff, you finally hear sunghoon join in beside you, “not gonna lie, that one hurt a little.”

“i’m so telling mom,” she says with a mischievous smirk.

you laugh at sunghoon’s shocked face and smile at the younger park, “i like you, i think we’ll get along just fine.”

“i like you, too.” she looks at sunghoon, “keep her.”

everyone laughs at the interaction as they settle in to eat. sunghoon sits to your right while yeji sits on your left, wondering how his two favorite girls learned to be such good actresses.

xi. returning the favor

fast forward another month, the end of the semester means the dreaded finals week again. sunghoon has been, for lack of a better word, slacking on some of his classes and is now juggling to prepare for exams and revisions. couple that with yeji telling his mom about your “relationship” and her nonstop questions, all of this stress has been piled on. this all amounting to him getting sick.

now, sunghoon being sunghoon means that he pushed everyone away and hasn’t told you about his condition. luckily for him, you’ve been cooped up in your studio trying to finish your portfolio and also prepare for your exams. unluckily for him, the boys have gotten worried and heeseung called you.

which brings us to the present, sunghoon stuck in bed with a fever, congestion, and neglected notes. a knock on his door does nothing to help his headache but seeing your face meekly peek in makes him relax. “what are you doing here?” he asks hoarsely.

“did you really think i wouldn’t find out?”

he avoids your glare, “i didn’t want you to worry.”

“honestly i’m not upset that you’re sick, but that i had to hear it from your roommates.” you come closer to him, clearing out the scattered papers and textbooks from atop his bed. you sit on the edge, taking out some medicine and cooling packs that you picked up from the convenience store.

“you really don’t have to do this,” he twiddles his fingers in embarrassment.

you tie back his hair and place one of the packs on his forehead, “you’ve always been the one taking care of me, so i might as well return the favor.”

you busy yourself with getting the cough medicine ready and sunghoon takes an actual look at you. he notices that you’re wearing his old skating jacket, the same one he gave you at your high school graduation. he makes more room under the covers, allowing you to come closer and lay next to him. he drapes one arm over you and holds onto the end of the jacket sleeve, “i can’t believe you kept this.”

“we stopped hanging out and we weren’t in each other’s lives for a year and a half after being together basically since birth,” you pause, a little saddened thinking back. “this was the last thing i ever got from you. it’s all i had left.”

he brings you closer, neither of you caring if you got sick. “well… now you have me again. for good.”

xii. the party

the end of the school year has finally arrived. some seniors from the txt frat are hosting a big party to celebrate. of course, en-4 was invited—mostly thanks to heeseung being close with them. although you have made more friends and now have a more active social life, parties are still not your thing.

yet, much to your dismay, being friends with designated party people means that you’re getting bombarded with pleas to go regardless. sunghoon took the lead on convincing you, “please, i promise that it’ll be fun.” the boys join in, their voices overlapping. sunghoon practically tackles you onto your couch while pouting and furrowing his eyebrows in desperation.

“stop looking at me like that. i can’t think properly when you do that.”

right on cue, the boys start to tease you. jay clears his throat and jake makes kissing noises, meanwhile heeseung starts singing y/n and sunghoon sitting in a tree… while you just glare at them.

“if i say i’ll go, will you all leave me alone?”

they all shout “yes” in unison. which is how you ended up at the crowded frat house. although they had begged you to come, they practically abandon you and sunghoon when you get there. jake had yelled back to you that his friend sunoo from his econ class called them over for beer pong.

you and sunghoon find a big bean bag in the corner and stay there for a bit. he offers to get you both some drinks and leaves to the kitchen. you’re not sure how long he’s gone but you eventually get uncomfortable. you start wandering the house for some space to get some air. you find an empty room and make your way into the connected bathroom to wash your face. you take some deep breaths, then realizing that you didn’t tell sunghoon. as you’re about to step out, he enters the room.

“i figured you would want some space.”

“how’d you know where i was?”

he comes up closer to you, “in the sea of people, in this mess, in this frenzy… i will always find you. no matter what happens or who comes into my life, i always find my way back to you.”

“what the hell is that even supposed to mean, park?”

“i mean…” he stops to compose himself, “oh for fucks sake, i’m tired of this being pretend. i’m tired of being allowed to call you my girlfriend in public but not treat you like it in private. when i kissed you at the showcase, i had wanted to do that for so long, and i’ve been wanting to do even more.”

“sunghoon, look-”

“wait, i’m not done. what i’m trying to say is that i want you to be my girlfriend, for real this time—not as a joke, not as a trick. i want us to be together as an actual couple because i like you, a lot more than you could believe-”

you cut him off this time, kissing him like he did all those weeks ago. you kissed him in the way that you weren’t sure what words to say other than, “i would love to be your girlfriend.”

sunghoon shines with the biggest smile, picking you up and spinning around. when he lets you down, he incessantly leaves pecks all over your face. he holds you close, “now, how about we go enjoy the party?”

you nod and lead him hand in hand towards the door. you turn the nob, only to have the three remaining members of your friend group fall at your feet. heeseung landing on top, shouting out, “i fucking knew it!”

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