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cleanicing · 2 years

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why don’t i feel this good sober

summary: You and Josh were close, sure, but to say it was strictly platonic would be a bold-faced lie. It didn’t really happen often - only when the both of you had one drink too many. You would end up tangled in the sheets, waking up the next morning with your head on his chest and a headache strong enough to see stars. That arrangement worked. Until it wasn’t enough.

word count: 4.5k

warnings: some implied sexual content, little bit of alcohol consumption, lots of italics and commas because i am an expressive writer okay???? no angst either, just a lot of fluff! loves it!

authors note: hi hello how are ya! welcome to my first tumblr fic! i used to write a lot for teen wolf but i’ve recently fell down the hockey rabbit hole and oh boy! there is no shortage of cute boys in the NHL! special thank u to one of my irl friends for giving me the inside scoop on the vancouver hot spots!!! i also took a lot of creative liberties with this but there’s a reason they call it fanFIC and not fanREALITY!! so, deal <3 i didn’t get anyone else to proof read this so any grammar/spelling mistakes are my own. without further ado, my fic!

You’re not really sure what you expected.

Of course, you were in Michigan with a house full of boys with very few girls to balance them out, so you really should have foreseen this. So, as you stepped around the empty cans and various damp towels that scattered the hardwood floors of the living room, you simply held your breath and rolled your eyes.

“Hey,” Josh bounced down the stairs and into the doorway, wearing only his swim trunks and carrying a small backpack. “Ready to go?”

You ignored his question and placed your empty cooler on the kitchen island, opening the fridge and pulling out some chilled Trulys. “You guys live like this?” You gestured to the squalor around you.

“Only on the weekends.” He flashed a grin at you and walked around to your side of the island, grabbing a Truly and opening it for himself. It was only 11am, but you were on vacation - time didn’t exist the same way, so bevvies at 11am were completely acceptable in your mind.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been here all week and I’m pretty sure Quinn’s damp towel,” you pointed to the corner of the kitchen, near the back door, where an orange towel sat crumpled on the floor. “Has been there since day one.” Josh brushed up against you and helped you pack the rest of the snacks and drinks, before closing the lid and placing it on the floor for you. “You guys are seriously disgusting.”

He just hummed and took out two water bottles from the fridge, handing one of them to you. The both of you were still hungover from the night before and, true to tradition, you both made a conscious and active decision to ignore where you spent the night.

You and Josh were not dating - you said so vehemently whenever someone asked. You met him in Ottawa; one of your girlfriends was seeing a teammate of his and you clicked instantly. Whenever someone scoffed at the idea your relationship with Josh was just a close friendship, you pointed out all the girls with whom you had set him up. You had become a wing-woman of sorts, and you’d put your success rate at solidly average. Sometimes, it would work out and the girl would stick around for a few months. Most times, not so much.

Your favourite part of the week was the weekend debrief, when you would sit down in your regular booth at your favourite brunch spot with a pitcher of mimosas and you would share all the dirty details of your week. There were occasional weeks when one of Josh’s girls would join; he would reassure you later, though, with a smile and a wink that you were still his favourite girl.

You and Josh were close, sure, but to say it was strictly platonic would be a bold-faced lie.

It definitely started that way - you really were more interested in setting Josh up with your friend than setting him up with yourself. But there came a day when the attraction you had to him bubbled to the surface and it was impossible to ignore; trying to manage it became a recurring plot point of your friendship.

It didn’t really happen often - only when the both of you had one drink too many. You would end up tangled in the sheets, waking up the next morning with your head on his chest and a headache strong enough to see stars.

The first time it happened, it was a struggle to open your eyes. You could picture moments of the night before becoming clearer and clearer, feeling your face warm when you remembered the party at Timmy’s apartment.

“No!” Brady shouted when Josh sunk the ping pong ball into the lone cup on his side of the table.

Josh just laughed, his face flushed, and turned to you and gave you a double high-five. His hat sat backwards on his head, pushing the hair back from his forehead. He wore a striped short-sleeve t-shirt that revealed his biceps that somehow got bigger and his arms that donned a tan from days spent on the boat in Michigan. Perhaps it was the alcohol affecting your brain, but you wanted nothing more than to jump his bones, right then and there. You couldn’t, though - there was a party around you.

Training camp started in two days, the band was finally back together, and it was time to celebrate.

“I want a rematch,” Brady declared as he was already reassembling the red solo cups into formation. “Best of 7.” His girlfriend made eye contact with you, and rolled her eyes good-naturedly. She was undoubtably tired after three consecutive rounds of beer pong.

“Bro, we’ve already played like, three games and you’ve lost all of them,” Josh drunkenly threw his arm around your shoulders. “We’re undefeated. Just admit we’re the dream team and move on.”

“Never.” Brady shook his head.

As fun as it was to continually dominate Brady in pong (even if Josh really did carry your team), you were getting a bit bored and your drink had long since grown empty. So you squeezed his waist and he looked down at you, before bringing his head down to listen.

“I need another drink.” You shouted over the music.

“See, Brady. The lady needs another drink and who are we to keep a pretty girl waiting!” He steered you towards the kitchen, his arm still around you, and you couldn’t help but get all warm from his touch.

“So,” you hopped on Timmy’s kitchen island and watched as he rifled through the fridge for the 6 pack of vodka sodas you brought. “No girls from Michigan to bring back here, eh?”

He scoffed your name. “Come on,” his voice was muffled as he reached to the back of the fridge. “You know you’re the only girl for me.”

You hummed as you grabbed the lime Nütrl from his hand, crossing your legs and watching as Josh leaned against the counter across from you.

“Well,” you started after taking a sip. “If you’re up for it, a girl from my poli sci class and I are going for drinks on Tuesday and you can accidentally run into us, if you want.” You watched as he fought a smile off his face, but ultimately shook his head. “You sure? She’s super pretty and she knows absolutely nothing about hockey, so she won’t be riding your ass about shooting percentage.”

He barked out a laugh at that. “I think I’m okay, thanks though.”

Sighing, you uncrossed your legs to push his thigh with your foot, leaving a faint shoe print on his black pants. “You know, this relationship feels very one-sided,” you pouted. Josh raised an eyebrow at you, but you continued on. “I’m always setting you up with my beautiful friends – when are you going to set me up with your hot single friends, hm?”

Immediately, he shook his head. “Not happening. Uh uh, nope.”

“And why not?”

Josh pushed off the counter and took a step to stand in front of you, crossing his arms. “Because I know how they are, and I wouldn’t let them touch you with a ten foot pole.”

“So I’m just too unlovable and unattractive for them in your eyes, huh?” You knew you were pushing his buttons, but you took pleasure in riling him up. He sure as hell didn’t miss the smirk you were barely hiding too.

“Are you going to make me spell it out?” He asked, but you just lifted your chin slightly, daring him to continue. He uncrossed his arms and set the can next to you, before placing both hands on the countertop around your legs. “I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he leaned forward and his voice dropped to a murmur. “And I’m kinda good just keeping you for myself.”

Your breath hitched.

It was unspoken up until this point, the attraction between you and Josh. Objectively, did you find him attractive? Yes. Did you want to rip the clothes off his body, on occasion? Yes. Did you know, in no uncertain terms even prior to that night, that he felt the same? Also, yes. But he was your best friend, and you were his, and so you both wordlessly agreed to keep your libidio in check.

But the way Josh’s eyes flicked from yours to your lips had you throwing all rationale out the window.

“Come to my place,” he whispered, eyes still on your lips.

“You’re drunk.” You matched his volume.

“So are you.”

And really, how much more convincing did you really need.

As you remembered Josh struggling to open the door to his apartment, remembered his lips on yours, remembered how many times you both murmured that this is a bad idea, how many times you both continued anyways because you really didn’t mean it, you were tempted to just lift your head off his chest and make a clean break to his door.

But then he groaned a bit, squeezed you a little tighter, and moaned, “Oh god, what did we do last night?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and so your unspoken agreement was born.

Now, you were spending the week with him and his friends at the lake house they rented out in Michigan, and while you were still trying to maintain the guise of a platonic friendship you had cultivated, you also knew you spent more time in his bed than your own throughout the trip.

“Okay,” Jack called, sauntering into the room with a beer in his right hand. “We’re all ready to go, and the waves are already starting to get choppy, so you kids can flirt on the boat.” He sent you both a smirk as he took a swig of his drink.

“Bit irresponsible, don’t you think?” You glanced at his beer. “Drinking right before a boat ride?”

“Nah, Luke’s designated boat driver for today, so we’re free to go crazy.”

“Right, because what good is a younger sibling if not to be your designated driver.” You quipped dryly.

“Now you’re getting it!” Jack exclaimed, throwing his arm around your shoulder and leading you out the door. “Come on Norris, boat won’t wait forever.”

From behind you, you could hear Josh sigh and pick up the cooler you left on the island. When you knew he was right on your heels, you subtly reached one hand behind you, and felt him wrap his fingers around yours, squeezing twice before locking the door behind him.

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Sipping your Truly from the metal straw you had packed, you were happy to finally have some peace and quiet to read your book.

For the past two hours, the boys had cycled through each other, each with a turn on the wakeboard, and each of them making as much noise as they could possibly muster. You had even been persuaded, albeit begrudgingly, into taking a turn on the board - that, however, ended with you throwing your hands up in defeat and sheepishly swimming your way to the back of the boat.

It was fun at first, of course, but the boys were loud and it was simply too warm in the heat of the day for such noise.

But now the boat was anchored, the boys were floating in the water on inner tubes you brought, and you and Jack’s girlfriend were left peacefully laying on your stomachs on the benches of the boat, flipping through your respective romance novels.

It was peaceful, until a large figure blocked out your sun.

Before you could even look up, you felt something draped across your backside.

Looking up, you saw Josh with his swim trunks dripping and his arms crossed. Without thinking, you looked over your shoulder and saw a familiar piece of fabric covering your butt.

“Is that my shirt?” You asked him.

“Mhm.” He grunted, twisting the lid off a water bottle and taking a hefty swig.

“And what, pray tell, is it doing on my ass?”

He raised his eyebrows at you and gave you a look. You could hear Sienna swallow a giggle beside you.

“Figured you need something to cover you up a bit, no?”

“Wow,” you rolled your eyes. “So I’m not allowed to show a little skin in the middle of summer?” The bikini you brought was, admittedly, quite revealing. You, however, were partial to Josh’s appreciative stare whenever you sauntered by him.

“No, you absolutely can,” Josh shrugged, before crouching down to meet your eyes. “But I’d much rather you do it for just me, and not all of our friends.” He gave you a quick kiss on the nose before standing up and returning to his spot in the water.

“Girl,” Sienna giggled, but you cut her off.

“Don’t even start.”

“I’m not saying anything,” she said, but you could feel her grinning at you.

Still, you waited until you were sure she went back to her book before you smiled and bit your fist.

Josh Norris. He was going to ruin you.

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Quinn almost caught the two of you once.

It was the weekend of the All Star Game in Vancouver and since Josh had been chosen to represent the Senators - along with Drake - Quinn graciously offered the guest room in his apartment for the two of you.

Of course, he didn’t realize that you and Josh were sleeping together. He was under the impression that your friendship was nothing but that, so sharing a bed for a weekend would be no issue. But it was free accommodation in the nicest neighborhood in the city, so he really didn’t need to know differently.

The first night was normal between the two of you; he and Quinn finished their media obligations and came home completely sober and completely zonked. So, the three of you just watched The Zoolander on Quinn’s giant T.V. and passed out promptly at ten p.m.

The second night, however, was a very different story.

It was the day of the skills competition and Josh had both broken Demko’s save streak to clinch the win for Forsberg and had won the breakaway challenge. So after Quinn had also won fastest skater, he declared it was time to celebrate. And he knew just the place.

That’s how you ended up two shots deep at Parlour, a trendy restaurant in one of Vancouver’s most upscale areas. As the night progressed, the restaurant truly became a ‘who’s who’ of the NHL.

Drake and his girlfriend tagged along with the three of you, Mat Barzal showed up with some of his hometown friends, and both Jack and Trevor arrived while the night was still young. Before long, it was a party and with every drink you took, Josh got closer and closer to your side.

After your fourth, his arm was fully around you. As it normally was at this point in the night.

“Drake said Barzal knows this place to go play pool that’s super close,” Josh leaned over and whispered in your ear. “Wanna go?”

You glanced over to where Quinn was in conversation with Jack and a pretty brunette girl. Jack found your eyes and, despite having only met you the day prior, winked and nudged his head in the direction of Quinn and the girl, mouthing ‘I got this’.

As if reading your mind, Josh leaned down again. “He’ll be fine, I swear.” You gave him a stubborn look and raised your eyebrows. “And I have his spare house key. We’re good.”

With that concern quashed, you grabbed your coat and let Josh lead you out into the cold January rain.

As you followed Mat and his friends to the bar two blocks over, Josh didn’t let go of your hand. He pulled you closer until you were arm to arm, shoulder to shoulder, and until you were close enough to drop a kiss on your hairline.

You would be lying if you said it didn’t make your heart skip a beat, but you pushed the thought away. It was probably just the alcohol.

But then he stood in front of you as the bouncer checked everyones IDs, gave you a slight smile and wiped the raindrops off your cheeks with his thumbs.

It was January in Vancouver, but you were certain the goosebumps on your arms were unrelated.

It took all but five minutes for Josh to wrap his arms around you from behind, showing you how to properly hold the pool cue as if you hadn’t whooped his sorry butt in billiards a few weeks prior. It took even less time for you to turn around in his arms and give you a look that had Josh setting his cue against the wall and announcing the two of you were getting too drunk and you’ve got to make your way back to Quinn’s place.

Josh was turning the key to Quinn’s apartment in three minutes flat.

The next morning, per usual, you woke up on his chest with a dry mouth and a headache brewing just behind your eyes.

You reached across Josh to where your phone was resting. It was 11:36 in the morning and you, inexplicably, had a Snapchat from Brady.

Your arm across his chest jostled Josh from his sleep; he sighed and pulled you closer by the waist.

“What does Brady want?” He murmured into your neck after peering at your screen.

Tapping on his message, you saw a photo of Brady sipping a Corona on a beach chair, wearing the bucket hat you had gifted him at Christmas. Across his chest was a black banner that read ‘have you guys boned yet?’

You closed your eyes, silently thanking your lucky stars that Brady scoffed and said he’d rather spend the week on the beach than in the cold and rain of Vancouver. You could barely handle his incessant teasing back home in Ottawa - it would have been humiliating to endure in front of a bunch of athletes you didn’t know.

“Classic Brady,” Josh untangled himself from you, stretching his arms over his head. “Gotta love the guy.”

“His timing is impeccable,” you agreed, leaving him on read and locking your phone. He probably knew the answer already, anyways.

Silence was never uncomfortable with you and Josh, even after a night together. So, you just watched as he sat at the edge of the bed, searching for his boxers amongst the mess on the floor, watching his muscles flex as he pulled them up his legs.

There were times when you wanted to ask what it all meant. To ask if what you had was as special to him as it was to you. To ask if he said the same things to other girls as he said to you.

You were afraid of the answer, so you never asked.

As if sensing your stare, he turned around to give you a smile. Much to your surprise, he leaned over, placing both hands on either side of your head, and bent down to give you a gentle kiss.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured against your lips, and you let him know how much you appreciate the compliment by tangling your fingers in his hair and holding him to your lips.

You never did this; you never kissed sober.

That was when you heard the knock at the bedroom door.

“Yo,” Quinn called from the other side. “Wake up. I’m making pancakes.”

You both pulled away instantly, darting your eyes around the room. Both of your clothes were strewn across the room, your bra haphazardly dropped by the door in your haste last night. It was blatantly obvious what the two of you did.

Quinn could not come in.

Faster than you had ever seen, Josh threw on plaid pajama pants and a hoodie, grabbing his phone before heading to the door and slipping out through a crack.

“She’s still sleeping,” you heard Josh murmur from the other side of the door. “She had a lot to drink last night, so it’s best to let her sleep off the hangover or we’ll all have to deal with her grumpy ass.”

You rolled your eyes. Typical.

Per usual, you waited until his all-clear text to get up.

When you walked into Quinn’s living room in a hoodie and sweatpants, it was like the night before never happened.

Also typical.

Something changed that night between you and Josh. Everything felt more charged, more intimate.

But in reality, everything stayed the same. You only hooked up when you were drunk and you were best friends when you were sober. Six months felt like so long ago.

It was your last night in Michigan, and a bittersweet one at that.

You had planned a trip to your girlfriend’s cottage on the lake in Muskoka, and you were really looking forward to that. But leaving meant you wouldn’t see Josh until September.

A month and a half. The longest you had been apart since you started sleeping together.

You weren’t supposed to get attached but fuck. You were really going to miss him.

You wanted desperately to head up to your room and show him just how much you would miss him, but you both were completely sober tonight. So, you’d have to settle for a foot of distance between the two of you and his arm thrown across the back of the sofa.

“You sure we can’t persuade you to stay another week?” Jack asked from his spot across the room, cuddled up with his girlfriend on the love-seat. Top Gun was playing softly in the background.

“While I’m sure you guys would love to have me make your lunches every day for a week again,” you said. “I can’t. I leave for Muskoka the day after tomorrow.”

At the mention of your departure, Josh’s arm dropped from the back of the couch.

You missed his arm around you, but under the blanket the two of you shared, he tugged his hand into yours. You slowly shifted yourself closer to him.

While all the boys murmured their distaste at their impending lack of free lunches, Sienna gave you a pointed look, flicking her eyes from the back of the couch and back to you.

You saw her elbow her boyfriend, and when he turned to her, she raised her eyebrows at him.

“Right,” he cleared his throat. “Luke, Quinn, and company: it’s time for us all to go to sleep.” He turned to Sienna and she nodded. “We have a big day tomorrow, so we all need to pack a day bag and get our beauty sleep and et cetera.”

The two of them gave you a wink and you appreciated the effort, even if ‘and et cetera’ wasn’t the correct phrase.

The boys and Will Lockwood’s girlfriend all got up, albeit a bit confused, and left the two of you on the couch.

“Go ahead,” Josh called. “We’re going to turn the movie off and grab the lights.”

Neither of you moved.

“Do you want to watch the rest of the movie?” He asked.

You nodded wordlessly, shifting closer to him until he pulled you into his chest, holding you tight to him.

He didn’t have to say so, but you knew he was going to miss you just as much as you were going to miss him. His fingers that danced along the exposed skin of your shoulder where your crewneck had shifted told you as much, if not for your legs completely draped across his lap.

“Do you ever think about Vancouver?” You hadn’t planned on bringing this up to Josh tonight, but the words tumbled out before you could stop them.

“The night at Quinn’s place?” You nodded, biting the edge of your lip nervously.

Josh picked up the remote that was next to him and muted the movie, before tucking his free hand under the blanket and resting it on your thigh. “You want the truth?”

Another nod.

“I think about you all the time,” he admitted. “You’re my best friend; nobody knows me or understands me better than you. Friends with benefits worked for a while but…” Josh trailed off. “It started to feel real for me in January. This,” he gestured between the two of you. “This feels important to me.”

“You’re important to me.” You whispered and God, did you hope that conveyed everything you were still too afraid to say.

He gave you his signature grin, cupping your cheek in his hand. For a minute, you thought he was going to kiss you, but he opted for pressing a delicate kiss to the tip of your nose, then to your forehead, before bringing you into his chest for a hug.

Soon, the movie was unmuted and you stayed cuddled in his arms.Your relationship with Josh was far from defined, but you felt like something changed. Things felt more settled; you felt more assured that this was real for him, like it was for you.

“I’m thinking about heading back to Ottawa early this summer,” he casually dropped, eyes still glued to the movie, as if this wasn’t massive news.

You pulled away from his chest to look him in the eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah, Mathieu and Chabby have been pestering me to play a bit in their summer league in Montreal, so I figured I’d go and help their team win a game for once.”

“Is that the only reason why?” You smiled, ear to ear, as you moved to straddle his lap.

“Well, there’s this girl back in Ottawa that I really, really like. She gets me like nobody else and she’s my favourite person in the world,” his grin turned from mischievous to sincere. “And I’d really like to take her out on a proper date.”

Your hands were cupping his cheeks before he even finished the sentence. “Yeah?” You teased, leaning in to rest your forehead on his.

“Mhm.” He hummed as he bridged the gap between the two of you, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

His lips moved over yours softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you impossibly closer.

If this is what it felt like to kiss Josh Norris sober, you never wanted to taste another lick of alcohol again.

“Fucking finally,” you heard from behind you. Pulling away only slightly, you shifted your head to find Quinn in the kitchen, drinking orange juice straight from the carton. Josh, upon hearing the voice of one of his best friends, rolled his eyes and continued to pepper short kisses on your neck.

“You guys aren’t slick at all, you know,” Quinn capped the OJ and shoved it back into the too-packed fridge. For a moment, you were naive enough to assume he was going to leave it at that.

“If you think I didn’t burn the sheets in the guest room after you two left, you’re delusional.”

#josh norris #josh norris fic #josh norris imagine #josh norris fanfiction #josh norris fanfic #i am horrible at tagging so if this finds u it finds u #this is also a repost since my last post didn't show up at all in the tags #i think the issue is resolved so here u go

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juicedbeetle · 1 year

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beej should celebrate the day he came back to life and died again like you do with a birthday except instead of throwing a party he holds a funeral because he never had one since he was born already dead

like he has seen many from staying alone in the graveyard for such a long time and always wanted one because he saw all the people reunite to say nice things about the guy that passed away and showing love for them and he was like oh yes I want some of that lmao doesn't get that it's supposed to be sad...

on the contrary he's never seen a fun birthday so he doesn't care for that but he does want his funeral to have party music and refreshments and for people to dance so he pretty much wants a birthday party with eulogies he's very confused

and like... people saying nice things about him in speeches sounds very cool and great in theory until it actually happens and he has to leave the room because he doesn't want to show them he's tearing up and he kicks dirt in their eyes as he walks out

#beetlejuice #Beetlejuice musical #headcanon #GOOD NEWS EVERYONE tumblr finally lets me post in the tags. and this is what you get #yes i already posted this but it didn't show up and now it's buried down im giving it a chance at life #so once again sory for woobifying beej it'll happen again #im so normal about him i promise to share so many more of my silly thoughts if people appreciate them... idk idk i really wanna participate #in the fandom #also saying it again since im gonna delete the other post but this is a repost of my thread on twitterrr. not that it matters #alright time to put this out into the world and see what happens hhhhh im nervous #woobification tag

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gamebunny-advance · 1 year

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#tumblrtop10 #long post #i doubt i'm gonna post anything that'll break these numbers before the end of the year so i might as well do this now #gbunny draws #not a bad year i suppose #though i can't really think of anything i was particularly proud of this year #nothing really went viral but at least my most popular post wasn't a shit post #so i'm gonna consider that improvement #i can't find my post from last year #i know i made one because i remember commenting that i was surprised that laser piss was from that year #so i only have 2020 to compare to #and yeah compared to that year this is pitiful #but still not bad #i'm surprised that something from just a month ago is in my top 10 #but i do like those drawings of kliff/may/tati so i'm happy with that #oddloop 10/10 didn't do nearly as well as i'd hoped for the amount of time i sunk into it #but it just be that way sometimes~#i do wonder if the notes combined from both XIO posts would have elevated it about the malt shop series though #i had to repost that one since it wasn't showing up in the tags #but the version that's up there is the one where i'm basically begging people to reblog it ;3;#i guess that means begging works but i don't like guilt tripping y'all into doing that #i believe that if you like it you'll reblog it on your own accord #ah. i decided to look up my posts from last year #and the most notes i got (that wasn't a shit post) had 244 hits (for my cheery cherry cardigan)#i guess 245 is about the best i can do when i'm not getting a meme boost~

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irummna · 2 years

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#it's been hours since i first posted this silly #yet it still doesn't show up in the tags #so i am reposting it #hoping this time it will appear #irummna draws #fnaf #blueycapsules #william afton #michael afton #edit: it shows up in the tags now so it's good :D #still no idea why it didn't appear at all when first posting it tho

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luminous-pulse · 2 years

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took some pics after bleaching my hair and idk felt kinda hot, what do you think?

( op uses he/him 🏳️‍⚧️ )

#queer nsft #trans masc nsft #trans nsft #t4t nsft #gay nsft #bi nsft #queer ns/fw #I dyed my hair blue after this but it didn’t last very long #and now I don’t feel like I have enough hair left to dye it again #male pattern baldness is no fun #this is probably as close to showing face as I’ll ever get here #i know since my tattoos are visible it ultimately doesn’t matter #but I'm shy!#luminous flesh #it was my birthday and no one reblogged these so I'm reposting #it didn't show up in the search so i think it got shadow b*ann*d for some reason #i probably used the wrong word in a tag #i hope more people see this this time around because i really like these #i felt so good in these pics and I like my facial expression

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annawry · 22 hours

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It only took 79k words and 23 chapters, but Genesis and Sephiroth are finally earning that damn ship tag. Though not before I emotionally traumatize them, of course.

#ff7 #genseph #sephgen #Cloud adopts the Remnants #a flyby self promotion repost #since for some reason this didn't show up in the tags before #which somewhat defeats the purpose

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toji-girl · 1 month

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tags: repost + drunk! fem reader + alcohol + age gap + Toji is soft and sweet but also possessive and jealous + you feel him up + he carries you + slightly suggestive + self-ship piece made for everyone to enjoy + lmk any missing tag please!

Three missed calls and one unheard voicemail.

Saturday 2:30 am, September 2nd; Hey…I called you two times, first one rang a few times then went straight to voicemail, and the second call the same thing happened, now this is the third and final time I have attempted to reach out before I come out looking. Where are you? Don’t make me ask again princess.

You stared down at your phone screen with a scoff at your boyfriend’s behavior. Dating an older man is not for the weak or the people who get annoyed easily. It was Friday night and you left his place after staying there all week.

So weren’t you entitled to go out and have some fun? You did ask if he wanted to go but said something along the lines of my back hurts not tonight doll but apparently not enough for him to come out and look for you.

It wasn’t as if you were going out with a bunch of your guy friends, sure there’d be a few but mostly it was just you and your girlfriends wanting a night out, and being twenty-eight it only made sense, right?

You stood in front of the mirror in your best friend’s bedroom flanked by your group of friends. Aya stood behind you and cupped your breasts when you took a picture. “Send that to gramps, he’d lose it.”

Cackles could be heard from your close knit of women who leaned in and made pouty faces taking another one to send to Toji who was currently at his house waiting for you to call him so he can come and pick you up.

It was after the fourth bar everyone decided to stop by Aya’s apartment since it was the closest one at the time and you were beyond tipsy sending him random messages throughout the evening. “He’s not that old.” You shot back.

“Old enough to be your dad! His son is close to our age! Have you thought about a little son vs. dad duo? I wonder who’s better at eating pussy?” She teased and changed into yet another outfit before going back out again.

Your face scrunched up as you threw a balled-up dress at her head. “You’re disgusting, and I can promise you that it’s Toji. That man had me crying last night just from - ”

You stopped mid sentence feeling your face flush, your inebriated brain played the memories of just that; the way he had your legs thrown over his shoulders as he made out with your pussy slowly fingerfucking you until you squirted.

Em who you also haven known since preschool snatched your phone from your hand to open the text thread between you and Toji. “Just from what? Maybe an older dude is the way to go, they can dick you down good.”

She sighed wistfully already like she didn’t have a boyfriend. “Do not look through our messages because you will be disappointed in me, I’m dirty.” You squealed trying to reach for your phone only to get smacked on the hand.

“Oh my god! You sent him a picture of your whole pussy?" She shrieked shoving your phone back in your chest with a loud cackle as the other girls joined in falling on Aya's bed with more laughter.

They all sat up and looked at you like you were their momma bird and they were waiting to be fed. "You are dirty, do you like it when daddy spanks you?" Aya asked in a deep tone trying her best to mock Toji.

You picked up a small plushie and threw it at her head feeling your cheeks flame to a level of uncomfortable warmth. "Stop! You guys are making me want to go back to his house and get fucked dumb and I did yes, he loves it and I love showing it off to him." You huffed.

With everyone ready you and everyone else linked arms and squeezed through the front door of the apartment and down the street not having a single clue that Toji was already two steps behind you, after the first time you didn't answer this was the only way to check on you and make sure nothing was going down.

He couldn't help but click his tongue a little as you swayed and clung to Aya who wasn't much better than you as everyone got shoved through the line and into the doors. It was a split-second decision he made to follow after, one he wouldn't regret one bit.

Toji was sure he would never fall in love again after his first marriage, the idea of his heart being shattered again wasn't something he wanted to go through with which is why he was here at almost three in the morning stalking you making sure you were okay and stayed safe; his pretty little girlfriend who keeps gushing about him.

It wasn't hard not to hear you giggle and talk about how much you love your boyfriend who does everything for you and how could you really not? Thankfully you were drunk enough that you didn't notice him standing in the corner dressed darkly with a hat covering most of his face.

"I think you should just move in with him but then we'd never see you again, what about our weekly date nights? You've been putting it off since you met gramps." Aya pouted as you and her danced close to the edge of the bar keeping your eyes on your friends and drinks.

You glared at Aya and let her tug you closer indulging in one of her favorite love languages. "Stop calling him that. He's barely in his forties and treats me so well, I do love him Aya, I really do." You admitted wishing you were in his arms peppering his face with kisses.

Aya handed you your drink with a shit-eating grin. "I just love teasing you is all, and I know older men are all that and a bag of chips but babe...you have to remember that he is way older than you with a kid younger than us, I think maybe your daddy issues are showing."

"How about you butt out of my relationship." You hissed feeling the fun bubbly feeling of being drunk turn into something else; a hot red rage that took a hold of you like a vice. You stumbled back away from her and broke away from your group of friends for a breath of air.

When you came back inside you still didn't see Toji who now moved after hearing your conversation with Aya and knew you were going to cry about it to him later which he'd happily lap up and soothe away any thoughts that would even begin to push him out of your life.

The booze in your veins pumped along with the blasting music as you nursed another drink while trying your best to pull out your phone to text Toji.

[You - 3:26 am]

srry im drink plz pick me up

Toji who was a mere few feet from you when he felt his phone vibrate which he quickly slid from his pocket to read your message clicking his tongue again as he looked over at you and his heart melted. You looked sad and defeated which is not a good thing paired with the alcohol you drank.

You hunched over the oak bar and sighed when you felt a pair of hands on your upper back, you didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. "What's the matter with my princess?" He asked.

Toji grasped your shoulders and pulled you back a little into his chest, the back of your head rested on his abs as he tilted your head up to look at him, unshed tears swam in your eyes. "How'd you get here so quickly?" You asked slurring your words together with a giggle.

He bent down to press a soft chaste kiss to your forehead before collecting you in his arms letting you hang off his left one almost as if you were a doll, his hand pulled your dress down before patting your ass with a heavy sigh looking for your friends to update them on you.

"I'm taking her back to my place, and I'm sure she will call you in the morning," Toji told your group of friends who only nodded in response watching you hang off of him, your head hung low. "Byeeeee!!" You squealed when he made his way to the exit.

Once he got you both outside he sat you down on your feet holding your upper arms. "Can you walk to the car? It's down the street." He asked immediately getting his answer when you stumbled back again, thankfully you were close enough he was able to wrap one large arm around your waist keeping you upright.

Toji used his strength and sobriety to his advantage to hoist you up again tossing you over his shoulder carefully, one hand rested on your ass to make sure it didn't bunch up. "Mhm! Toji!" You screamed reaching your hands down to squeeze and slap his ass hearing him grunt and huff your name.

"Making sure my princess gets home. Stop." His hand came down with a little force on your backside to catch your attention when you tried to interrupt him with a string of unintelligible noises.

You hung from his shoulder like a lifeless rag doll until he finally made it to his car and unlocked it with the key in his pocket. When he sat you down again your hands reached up to grab his pecs with a grin. "Love you and your big 'ole tits. Wanna bite 'em." You squealed.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes a little at you but still let you get your way as you used the extra height from your high heels to motorboat him with a loud laugh. "Me and my big tits love you too, now get in the car so I can get you into bed." He ordered with a grunt.

Ten minutes later you found yourself settled into Toji's bed watching him as he cleaned your face with a washrag before he took off your fake eyelashes the best he could. "What's the point of these? They look like fuckin' spiders." He said and tucked you in earning a giggle.

Toji never got his answer seeing that you were asleep, your hand curled into his shirt still. His mind wandered about your conversation with Aya earlier and knew that you two would need to have one of your own.

#tw: alcohol #Toji x reader #Toji Fushiguro x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fluff #toji fushiguro x you

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sincerelyneo · 29 days

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omg hello! i missed you so much!!! 💖 would you consider reposting arcade again?? it was legit the best thing i’ve ever read omg i was so sad when i couldnt find it anymore

its fine if you cant tho!! im glad youre backkkk💖💖💖

ofc i can, i’m glad you liked it <3

arcade | p.js

“i’m out of control, full power up”

💿now playing: arcade by nct dream

❯ summary: Jisung’s been nothing but busy lately, so when you hear he got the weekend of your anniversary off, you can’t help but plan something to spend time with him. Expect, the only thing jisung wants after his busy month is you — and he’s not gonna let your silly arcade date get in the way of that.

❯ pairings: jisung x fem!reader

❯ genre: established relationship, smut, fluffish.

❯ words: 3.5k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, fingering, exhibitionism, reader uses she/her pronouns, use of the name baby, jisung takes pictures whilst fingering reader in a photobooth idk???

"You brought us to an arcade for our three year anniversary?"

You look over to Jisung standing by your side as the pair of you stood in front of the arcade entryway with the giant neon sign above your heads.

"Yeah, surprise - who doesn't love a date night with pizza and an arcade?" You grin, trying to hide the look of nervousness fighting to show once you notice his frown.

“Baby,” he groans, whiny, “I thought we were gonna go home after the pizza.”

You may have lied to him about that.

When you told Jisung about tonight’s date, he originally objected. He wanted to have a chilled night in with just the two of you — alone. Something he hadn’t had for the past four weeks he’d been strung up at work. Yet, you insisted that the two of you celebrated your three year anniversary just like you had done for your first and second.

So instead, the two of you came up with a compromise: head to your favourite pizza place, then come home and watch a movie snuggled together on the couch. In Jisung’s mind ‘watch a movie’ was code for letting his hands roam all over your body whilst he watched you whither and squirm, but he figured it was best to not discuss the minute details.

But don’t get him wrong. Just because he wanted to have a quiet night in didn't mean he hasn’t missed you — because oh he has. He’s only bothered the rest of the dreamies with his annual ‘I miss her’ speech every other hour.

And whilst typically Jisung loved to spend every passing minute of the day with you; right now, all he could think about was how much he wanted to be balls deep in the cunt he’d missed so much — not spending his time in some arcade.

"I haven't been inside one of these since I was a little kid," you tell him. “Please Sungie, just for an hour.” You begin tugging on his hands.

“I don’t know, Y/N. Aren’t we a bit too old to be playing in the arcade?” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Pretty please!”

You hope the small flutter in your eyelashes is enough to win over the hesitant man. And you know it will because he’s told you several times not to give him those signature doe eyes, because he can’t ever bring himself to say no to them.

"Fine."

He grasps your hand, threading your fingers together as he starts to lead the two of you inside. You're instantly greeted with the loud electronic sound effects from the various games, along with the random music playing inside.

There's lights flashing everywhere, and you notice a bunch of people sitting at the bar and in booths near the front of the arcade, along with a bunch wandering around all of the games.

Jisung looks sideways before gesturing his head to the row of retro games, "what do you wanna play?" He asks.

“You can pick first, because I’m such a good girlfriend.”

He can’t help but smile at you — because he knows you're right.

“How about we play some pinball?

"I take it back," you say with a pointed look, "I’ve seen you play that with Chenle and I’m definitely gonna lose.”

“Too late, you’ve already given me the power,” he shrugs and pulls your arm over to where the game is situated.

“Ugh, Jisung. There’s no point, I already know I’m gonna lose,” you try to protest.

“Stop complaining,” he grasps your hips to turn you around to face the pinball machine then comes to stand behind you.

He takes your hands and places them on the buttons either side of the machine in front of you. You feel your cheeks flush when you feel Jisung’s chin rest on your shoulder, as he guides your fingers over the controls and silently coaches you through the game.

You don’t know how he always does it but even here, he's managing to create some form of sexual tension between the two of you at a pinball machine.

“Jisung..” you whisper as he places teasing kisses along your neck.

“Shhh, I’m just trying to help you out,” his lips brush against your neck as he continues hitting the buttons at a constant steady speed. “Besides, I think I’ve found my new favourite way to play pinball tonight."

Eventually, the ball shoots straight down between the two flippers, drawing the game to an end. He’d been doing so well that you wanted to turn around and kiss him but he pressed you harder against the machine, dipping into the crook of your neck to tease your ear.

"You've got no idea how badly I wish I could bend you over this and fuck you right here, right now."

It sent shivers down your whole body as you felt him grin against your skin when he noticed the sharp inhale of air you sucked in at his words.

Jisung knows you're shy, so he’s not surprised that you try to snake away from his grip at his crude remark.

"Look, we got a new high score," he says while he slips his hands from over yours and slides them up your arms. Pretending he didn't just whisper something that dirty. “We make a pretty good team.”

“Yeah ‘cause you did all the work,” you sulk.

You see the red digital writing flashing on the scoreboard, then his arms snake around to link across your lower stomach and pull you firmer against him. To anyone watching you look like a typical couple being affectionate, but the tension makes it feel the furthest thing from innocent.

"You know exactly what you're doing right now, Jisung Park," you huff, trying to control how flustered you feel, "We’re here to play games."

He presses a kiss to your cheek, before murmuring, "I am playing games. And so far I think I'm winning."

As he speaks he lets one of his hands slip down to graze over the front of your crotch, which he swears is an accident when you sternly say his name. But you can’t deny the way the touch made you jolt before he pulls away and steps back. You’d missed his touch — missed being with him like this.

But this was not the place. So you take his hand and turn the two of you to walk off like nothing happened.

The two of you continued to play a handful of arcade games. The classics, retro games, new games — Jisung had even managed to secure you a fluffy teddy bear from the claw game after you mentioned it being ‘impossible’.

You’d been taking it in turns to choose a game each, but when you mentioned the arcade photo booth, your boyfriend had started to get apprehensive.

After some of your amazing buttering up skills with puppy dog eyes, he agreed and he pulled the curtain back for you to get inside, then closes the door on the booth.

He sat down first on the small seat, and when you went to sit next to him he grabbed your waist and pulled you down onto his lap instead. He takes some coins from his pocket and starts putting them in the slot.

You try to get off his lap to sit beside him before the timer starts but he doesn’t let you.

“Just look at the camera and smile."

Once you hear the timer counting down the two of you start posing. But just before the last beep sounds, you get the idea to grab hold of Jisung’s face and let your lips mush against his cheek causing him to scrunch his nose up.

"That’s not fair," he says the second he hears the beeping start again.You stick your tongue out at him and his eyes narrow. “Fine, if that’s the game we’re playing.”

You both look back at the camera and offer smiles, kisses and peace signs. But at the last beep, Jisung gets the idea to move both of his hands to cup over your chest, groping your boobs.

Your mouth falls open as you gasp in shock while Jisung starts laughing.

You try to pull his hands away, "Okay fine, point taken mister grabby hands."

Jisung is practically giggling to himself, whilst you wait for the timer to start again.

“Alright alright, we'll take a serious one now.” He says, placing his chin on your shoulder, as you both look at the camera.

But once again, as the third beeping starts he quickly says, “Do you think people would notice if I made you cum while we're in here?"

Your body stiffens in shock as the picture is taken. Jisung is bursting with laughter and you're taken aback.

Jisung likes sex. He loves sex in fact — especially with you. But he never does this. Sure he teases you when you're out and about — how could he not when you’re so beautiful and perfect for him. But he’s never insinuated doing something so sexual in public like this before.

But here the two of you are. Waiting for the timer to start again, but this time you’re anticipating the shit he was going to pull when the final beep comes — and he does not disappoint. Because his hands slide up your legs, dipping into your inner thighs and squeezing them.

"Jisung," you warn him, "behave yourself."

The beeping starts again, but Jisung doesn't move his hands, and starts to massage his fingers higher.

When the last tick happens, he moves his face to press a kiss to your jaw, and you feel his breath hitting your skin from his nose.

He starts to inch your legs a bit further apart to let his thumbs graze over the crease where your thighs meet your pelvis.

“Ive missed you so fucking much baby,” he whines. “I need you so bad.”

“Jisung not here,” you sigh as his hands start working to warm up your skin.

“Why not? Wouldn’t you like the thought of me getting you off in here? Trying not to get caught?"

If his face wasn't so close to yours you wouldn't be able to hear him over the loud music in the arcade and how low his voice has gotten.

You give him a confused frown, thinking he surely can't be fucking serious but when you do he takes the opportunity to press his lips against you, kissing you while the camera snaps the last picture.

Your stomach is knotting along with your heart beating faster and you feel that familiar heat between your legs but you’d never tell him that — and he’d never tell you that he knows you keep it from him.

"Would you?" He asks again when he breaks the kiss.

You look at him like he's lost his mind. "You're joking right?" You can't be serious - Jisung people get their pictures taken in here, someone could walk in, you can't-"

He makes your words stop and your breath hitch in your throat as he moves his hand up under your skirt and cups his hand between your legs.

"That's not what I asked you," he says letting his eyes trace over your face, then leans closer, "Would you enjoy it?"

“Jisung, this is so unlike you, are you even hearing what you’re asking me?”

He moves his leg a bit and wedges his heel against the edge of the door so it can't be pulled open, "I know exactly what I’m asking you, so answer me."

"We’re supposed to be taking pictures, Sung,” you try changing the subject, and ignore the pressure of his hand pressed against you.

"Oh god we will," he says like it should be obvious.

And now you’re looking even more caught off guard.

“I'd fucking kill to have some pictures of you getting off. Have them to look at them whenever I’m needy and miss you.”

Jisung starts to massage the heel of his palm very slowly against you, adding more pressure over your underwear as you try to squeeze your legs closed but he holds them with his other hand to keep them apart.

"We can't-" it takes very fibre in your body to attempt to protest this, but you easily allow him to cut you off.

"Yes we fucking can," he has that sly look on his face, "But if you don't want to, we won't. It's up to you. Should I stop?"

You exhale a weak breath as he replaces the heel of his palm with his fingers dancing over your underwear, massaging slow circles that make your hips shift.

"Won’t people think it's weird if we're in here too long." you fumble over your words which makes Jisung smile while he bites on his lip.

"Don't worry I'll be quick," he says knowing you’re only making excuses instead of admitting what you really want.

Your eyes drift closed as you sigh, feeling his fingers move against you to create a friction that's only making the throb between your legs worsen. You have absolutely no common sense when it comes to this man and his fucking fingers.

"Should I stop?" He repeats in a low voice, moving his mouth to start to kiss along your jaw.

As usual with him, your functioning brain checks out while your subconscious takes over and you shake your head feeling your breathing start to go shallow.

"You want me to make you cum, yeah? Is that right baby?" His words are slightly muffled as he moves his free hand from your inner thigh and brushes your hair back over your shoulder so he can move his mouth to your neck, "I need words baby."

You should be rational and tell him to stop. But you don't. You wouldn’t dare. You didn’t want him to. So instead you say what you do want, and breathe out a quiet "yes."

Jisung’s own breathing is getting heavier, and the tension in this small enclosed space feels like it's compressing both of you closer together. When he hears your approval, his hand between your legs bunches up the front of your skirt. When he slips it up he snakes his hand over your stomach to push down into your underwear.

A faint groan echoes in Jisung’s throat the second his fingers feel your bare skin, exploring around your underwear to feel the slickness there.

"You’ve made a mess. Missed me this much, huh?” his voice is low, while he drags his warm lips up your neck.

You only manage to nod your head, your brain focused on squirming your hips to find some kind of friction again. He finally rests the pads of his fingers against your throbbing clit, starting to tease circles that force a quiet whimper out of you. Your eyes are still closed as excitement and neediness flood your nerves.

For doing something that should be wrong, it feels so damn right, and it's all you can think of. Feeling him is all you can think about.

"You sure I can take some pictures?" He checks, keeping his movements steady as your hips start to circle against his hand,

You don't respond at first—you can’t—too caught up in how this is feeling, and when he dips his fingers down to your pussy to collect more arousal on his fingers before moving back to your clit and applying more pressure, your head falls forward as you pant out a strained, "You - fuck, yes, you can."

He chuckles hearing how fucked out you are for him, and he’s only just started. But it’s when you hold onto the thigh he’s been using to pry your legs open that his eyes darken with need.

He keeps his fingers moving while he manages to get some coins he had in his pocket, reaching forward to put them into the coin slot, then pressing the button to start the timer.

When he relaxes back he applies a firmer pressure, and starts to massage your clit in quicker circles; making your mouth drop open with a gasped moan. You can barely hear the beep for the picture anymore, everything around you turning blurry, and all you can hear is your heart beat mixed your heavy breathing.

"That's it baby," he coos, with a gravel to his voice from the tension in it, "God I wish I could fuck you right now. I’ve been dying for it.”

Your skin is burning up, and all you can manage in response is the pants from your open mouth, desperately trying to keep yourself quiet.

You start to grind yourself against him as his fingers work, and feel the hard bulge forming in his pants underneath your ass.

He wasn't kidding when he said he'd be quick, he's already building the pressure in your lower belly, making your stomach muscles tighten, while he moves his fingers in the exact way he knows you love it.

That knot in your lower half tightens, and your legs start to tremble as a louder moan you can't stop comes out of your mouth.

"Fuck—Jisung," you whimper, with your chest starting to heave with rapid uneven breaths.

He only quickens his fingers driving with determination and speed, making sure to keep repeating the same movements that are getting the best reactions from you and when your head falls back as you moan again; his free hand comes up to cover your mouth.

"Shhhh—quiet, remember?" He hushes against your ear, groaning at the feeling of you grinding against him, "I know you wanna cum baby, but there’s no way I’m letting anyone else hear how you sound for me.”

All you can manage is a muffled "mhm" against his hand as your eyes squeeze tighter. That familiar sensation starts to ripple from your centre down your legs and into the rest of your limbs.

The orgasm is speeding towards you, faster than anticipated causing your back to arch up as your hips writhe. Your mind is foggy only able to make out quiet whispers of encouragement coming from Jisung.

As the release ripples through your body and your moans are muted against his hand, Jisung groans again, feeling you shake on top of him. He can’t help but snap his hand away to grasp at your jaw to turn your face and kiss you hard while you ride through your climax.

The kiss is mostly open lips grazing against each other, or trying to connect in messy motions with both of your laboured breathing mixing together. His fingers only pause when you try to pull yourself away from them.

Once your eyes drift open to see Jisung’s, the look in them makes you want to squeeze your legs together again if you could move them currently.

Jisung brings his hand up, and grazes his pointer and middle finger he just used to send your body into a frenzy against your lower lip as a silent request for you to open your mouth. You don’t deny it, taking them into your mouth to taste yourself.

“Fucking hell,” his eyes dart back and forth from your eyes to your mouth. His head rolls back against the wall behind you and he whines in the quiet, "God fucking help me."

Your body is still buzzing, floating down dazed from the high it was on, and you watch Jisung bite down on his lower lip as his brows knit tight together, as his hips shift beneath you.

"Everything okay, Sungie?" It’s the only thing your mushed brain can think of saying as you look down at his strained pants.

"Fuck no," he mumbles, looking like he's trying to compose himself, "But it’s my own fault. I suggested we do this. I’ll deal with myself later.”

"Later?" You ask.

Jisung lifts his head back up, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek as he rubs his palm up and down your thigh, "Yeah, later. When we get home and we watch that movie you promised me.”

He thinks you don’t know that he uses the movie thing as a code to fuck you — but you do know — and that’s why you’ve never protested when he puts on another one of those Harry Potter movies he loves.

"You sure you'll be able to wait that long?"

Jisung’s lips lift up at the corners, "I’ve waited weeks for this, I’m sure I can manage a couple more hours.”

He hugs you against him with his arms around your stomach, and back against his firm chest.

"But then again,” he begins “Now I have the memory of how fucking hot watching you get off in here was. That makes waiting like some kind of sick torture to me."

You let out a weak laugh, feeling your cheeks flush more than they already were, "I still can't believe we just did this."

"I can, and there's pictures to prove it," he smiles, pulling the strip of three black and white photos from the dispenser.

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chuluoyi · 6 months

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romeo and juliet

- fushiguro megumi x reader

you were both young when you first saw each other. years later, you and your gentle childhood friend fall in love... but you're betrothed to someone else.

genre/warnings: modern royal(?) au, childhood friends to lovers, soft!megumi, fluff, forbidden love, arranged marriage, mild angst, comfort

notes: i love this request!! but i don’t know if this turned out good🥲 honestly, this is what unholy matrimony would be if done right in another universe *snorts* anyways i hope i did this right! enjoy!

had to repost it 3x bcs it didn't show up in the tags😭 based on this request: “Hey, can I ask a Megumi x Reader with the plot related to “Love Story” by Taylor Swift?” thank you anon!

listen to: love story - taylor swift duh

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Your father had always told you that you were promised to the Zen'in.

Ever since you were a child, he had groomed you to be the picture-perfect lady, and he always brought you to their ancestral home, a grand, maze-like estate you would always get lost in.

You were barely six back then, stumbling on your own feet as tears streamed down your face. You sought refuge in the gardens, hoping that someone would come to find you there eventually as you were tired of walking around.

And on that fateful day, the one who finally did was none other than the little Fushiguro Megumi, who looked at you with tilted head and confused eyes.

"Are you... okay?" he asked cautiously, and he was startled when your wide, teary eyes quickly focused on him. The next thing he knew, you immediately clung to his hand.

"I'm lost! Please help me!" you said with trembling voice, and Megumi merely blinked. This unknown girl suddenly latched onto him, well, who wouldn't be taken by surprise?

Yet, even as a child, Megumi knew how to treat someone right. Seeing you in distress, he immediately found a way to console you. "Okay... where are your parents? Let me take you back to them."

"I... don't know..."

He sighed. You were a stone throw away from bursting into tears, and he didn't want that. He had to find another way. "Don't be scared. This place seems scary, but it's not."

You scrunched your face, tears already pooling in your eyes. "How is it not scary? There are so many windows and leaves! This is more like a jungle rather than a house!"

"Well..." Megumi wracked his head and a light bulb went off in his head when he caught the sight of the flowers. He pointed at a pot of roses. "Look, they're actually quite pretty, right?"

At that very moment, your focus was completely captured by the flourishing plant, and your eyes practically shimmered with delight.

Little Megumi thought then, that you were quite lovely.

And your friendship started then, as he took you by the arm to lead you to the main foyer.

Years flew by, and the only thing that made it bearable to pay a visit to the Zen'in was meeting Megumi. You both would explore various hidden corners and knew every nook and cranny of the place. And when you reached your teens, the "playing" was replaced by studying in the library together.

"Hrrrgh, why—can't—I—reach—"

You gritted your teeth in frustration as you attempted to pull the book from the top shelf, only to fail miserably. Your were too short. But you refused to surrender, standing on your tiptoes once more, you stretched your hand as far as it would go.

Suddenly, the scent of fresh roses filled the air, accompanied by a warm presence behind you. Your back made contact with him, and a longer hand effortlessly retrieved the book you desired.

"If you're having a hard time, ask me for help, dummy," Megumi shook his head and handed you the book. "Here."

"Thank you," you pouted. Despite the frequent close proximity between you two, you still found yourself feeling giddy.

Megumi was always like this though. He was curt, but he cares. He would often cheer you up whenever you father smothered you with the talk that he couldn't wait for the day you would be living at the Zen'in estate and became their bride. He would get you flowers, let you put your head on his shoulder, or quietly watch as you cried, offering his silent presence.

You really, really hoped that if you were to be married off to the Zen'in, it would be to Megumi. He was easily the boy you'd pick over Naoya, the son of the main branch of family. You were never close to him, the way he stared at you sure gave you the creeps.

"I can ask for your help anytime, right, Megumi?" you mused, observing his cool profile as he turned the page of the book he was reading.

He regarded you with the straightest face ever. "Of course. I have always helped you since we were kids. Why wouldn't I do that now?"

"Then..." you breathed. "Can you take me somewhere... anywhere, just away from all of this?"

Megumi stilled. He knew about the conflicts in your heart. He knew you hated being played as a pawn in your father's schemes, and he hated that too, because he simply didn't like how sad it made you.

And he hated that there was the looming possibility that you might be out of his reach far sooner than he thought.

"Sure," he answered. "Where do you wanna go?"

And then, you began to do just that. Sneaking out to the gardens, finding secret meeting spots in the town—because you were dead if anyone should know.

Before you knew it, you both had each other's hearts entirely in your hands—before you knew it, his face was mere inches from yours as you both concealed yourselves behind a large cluster of foliage in the Zen'in gardens, your father and the Zen'in clan head engrossed in a conversation just a few feet away.

Your clear, wide eyes blinked up at him, and Megumi gulped. At that moment, he realized once again that you, his childhood friend, were really stunning. And that you trusted him wholeheartedly enough to go with him and be found in this position, with him.

He couldn't deny it any longer. He was in love with you. Have been for a while now.

And so even with the great risk of being found out, he led you deeper into the woods, his arm wrapped around the small of your back, and with a soft tug, he planted the gentlest, sweetest kiss on your lips—your very first kiss. Everything was sealed then.

"So, do you say yes, or not?" he mumbled afterwards, his cheeks burst into the color of peach. Meanwhile you, still breathless, touched your lips in astonishment.

"You..." you couldn't help the grin that was blooming in your face. "You like me?"

He turned away. "Who wouldn't? After making me run after you, lead you to safe places, see you cry—"

"Okay, okay!" you giggled, and the sound was like music to his ears. "Then it's a yes!"

You were the happiest with him. Amidst the intrigues surrounding you and the Zen'in clan, the times you spent with him were your saving grace.

"Am I pretty?" you boldly twirled in front of him, after meeting up at the outskirts of the town in one of your escapades. Megumi watched you from head to toe, taking note of how your flare dress hugged your form so elegantly, and the straw hat that framed your head only made you look even more adorable.

He didn't immediately answer, and when he did, all with red cheeks, you smiled brightly, expecting a compliment.

"Don't do that. People are looking. You're embarrassing yourself."

You pouted. "So I'm not pretty..."

To your surprise, he suddenly plucked your hat and pulled you behind the pillar, and then the round hat was beside your head, hiding your face—

And he stole a kiss.

"Megumi!" you jolted, blood quickly rushed to your beautiful face. "This is public place!"

His soft chuckle only served to make your heart soar even higher.

You were living the dream, with the man of your dreams beside you. This love story no one knew, you were content with it.

"By this point, all there's left to do is run," you heaved between chuckles and his feathery kisses as the two of you hid away to have your thirst in the gardens. "Can't we just run, Megumi?"

"I would, if I could," he gazed at you with a steadfast resolve. "Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess, somehow."

This love is difficult. But it's real.

But so was your father. And his will. In the summer of your coming of age, it was decided that you were going to marry Zen'in Naoya.

Your love story with Megumi... would it end just like that?

"Please, don't go!" you begged. You could hardly believe this situation right now. What did he say? End things here—?

Megumi felt his heart clench. "It's been announced already. You are to marry him. We can... no longer do this."

"But!" you argued. "You s-said... you would find a way out of it somehow..."

Your eyes glazed over, and Megumi had to look away to keep his heart from breaking completely. "I'm sorry."

At the end of the day, he was still a mere son of the branch family and stood no chance against Naoya. If you were to become the bride of his cousin, even he had to respect that.

Your heart shattered into pieces. This day had been looming on the horizon, and you'd been aware of it for some time. Your father didn't exactly conceal his greed with how he insisted on your marriage to Naoya to secure your position as the clan's main wife, instead of Megumi.

Yet it still hurt. You didn’t expect your happiness to he this fleeting, and you were disappointed that Megumi didn’t exactly fight his way through this.

“It’s… for your own good,” he added, and grimaced when he saw how you started sobbing. “I don’t want to compromise your virtue. It'll get ugly fast if people think that we're having… dalliances. You deserve better—”

"Don't patronize me!" you yelled. "Don't t-try... to tell me how to feel!"

Frankly, you never cared about virtues or anything. Most of choices made in your life weren't yours, and if you could finally make a decision through jeopardizing your fickle reputation, then so be it.

"I love you too much to let that happen," Megumi said then, baring his own feelings, that he too, didn't want this any more than you did. "You know I would do anything for you."

"All there's left to do is run," you sniffled. "If you would do anything for me, you would run with me."

Just say yes, your little heart screamed. You stared at him through your wet lashes, desperately willing him to just forget all this nonsense about family, virtue, and just choose love—your love.

But he never did. That day, he decided to leave you. This love was indeed difficult, but you really thought it was real, and now you had never felt so alone.

Days went by longer after that. Now that it had been announced to the public, as per Naoya’s will, you would move into the Zen’in estate until the day of your marriage. You resented and barely knew him, and your gut feeling was proven true when he smirked before you, pulling you into one of the hidden compartments of this godforsaken place.

“Don’t think I didn’t know about what you and he were up to,” he spat viciously. “You should’ve already known that you are always meant to be my wife—and what did you do? You’re putting me to shame as you and that lesser bastard run around.”

“He would always be better than you,” you bitterly scoffed.

“Get it through your head already, you’re to become my wife, and that’s final.”

“You can’t do anything if I don’t want to anyway. Beware of upcoming scandals in the future.”

And with that, came the first day of your misery. Naoya locked you up in that desolate place.

You were missing.

Megumi had noticed it for quite a while. Even if you were no longer his, his heart still longed for yours, and ultimately he wanted to make sure if you were okay. You moving in into his home should increase the chances of him seeing you, and yet, it was as if you had disappeared into the thin air.

It was an understatement to say that he was just worried. He knew Naoya wasn’t exactly the kindest in this household, but he really expected him to at least treat you right.

He still remembered how the tears fell from your beautiful eyes, telling him not to go. Megumi was as heartbroken as you, if not more. He had the choice when you asked him to run, yet he willingly stopped and did what he believed to be the right thing.

Was this still the right thing though?

As the maids hurried past, yelling something that vaguely sounded like your name and the phrase "starving herself!", Megumi felt his blood run cold. Without hesitation, he forcefully grabbed one of them, demanding answers.

“Where is she? What happened to her?”

The maid merely cowered with worry and fear. “Master Naoya… specifically instructed us not to let the miss pass freely…”

Megumi didn’t quite recall what he did, but he couldn't forget the frantic pounding of his heart as he rushed through the gardens to find you in the small room tucked away in the farthest corner of the vast compound, near the servants' dormitory. He practically tore the door off its hinges when he opened it.

You abruptly spun around to face the commotion, thinking that it may be your shitty fiancé, utterly bewildered.

Megumi scrutinized you closely, and gradually, he could feel his anger simmering beneath the surface.

You were pale, your hair was a disheveled mess, but what truly infuriated him was the sight of your broken nails and the dried blood. All he could think of was that you probably tried to claw your way out of this place.

"Megumi?" your voice sounded too hoarse to his liking. You looked at him as if you couldn't believe he was real. His heart shattered.

He shouldn't have left you. He should've run with you. You shouldn't have to be alone and hurt like this.

"Save me," you croaked with small voice, eyes brimming with unshed tears and fear.

That did it. When he heard the approaching rapid footsteps, he made the swiftest, life-changing decision of his life.

He caught a hold of your arm, and pinned you to the wall. And when the entirety of the household arrived in your doorstep, Naoya included, he made it a show as if the two of you were having the most scandalous tryst of the town.

"This ends here," he grunted, casting a glare at his rotten cousin. "I'm marrying her."

"I got tired of waiting, you know," you giggled, peering at your beloved's sullen face. "My faith faded at one point."

Megumi hummed, clasping his hand in yours. "I'm sorry."

You rolled your eyes, staring at the clear waters under the cruise. "I kept waiting, but you never came... and when you did, you caused us to make the headlines."

Your wedding to Megumi was both the grand event and scandal of the year. The sudden change of groom on such short notice triggered disapproving glances from most of the people you knew in this infuriating town, but frankly, you didn't care.

"I thought you wouldn't fight for me at all,” you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers.

"I've always believed that if it would make you happy in the end, I would be fine with it," Megumi said, gently tucking your hair behind your ear as the wind swept by.

"And then? What made you finally let go of that righteous, self-sacrificing thoughts?"

The softest smile was graced his lips. "I love you, and that's all I really know."

You didn't give a damn about what anyone else had to say because, in this moment—as you sailed on your honeymoon cruise, and throughout this love story, from your childhood and forevermore, he is the prince, and you are his princess.

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isaegi · 10 months

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KISS AND CRÊPE UP

feat. gojo satoru x gn! reader

tags: established relationship, fluff, gojo being annoying but the ultimate pooks, got a bit suggestive at the end lol sawry..

A/N: had to repost because i needed to re-edit it; n e way enjoy( ˘ ɜ˘) ♬♪♫

Gojo leans to take a bite of your food after you offer him some and he just winds up taking the biggest, most disrespectful bite known to man.

So much so that his lips brush up against the tips of your fingers, which hold the crêpe you originally bore out for him— with the intention that he'd take a normal bite. You're left there to watch him chew in silence, his cheeks puffed out as he swallows your meal with a satisfied hum.

It's comical, really. You've only had about 3, maybe 4, bites of food before the pressure of your boyfriend's heated glare stare on your plate willed you into sharing a taste with him.

A. Taste.

Now all you have is a few crumbs and a streak of vanilla ice cream dripping down your fingers left to your name.

"Man, I should've gone with what you've got," Gojo says, smoothing the creases on his white button-up shirt. "Next time, though."

There's a heavy silence that hangs between the two of you. Either A) it's one that he blatantly chooses to ignore, or B) he's oblivious to the turmoil you seem to be experiencing in that pretty little head of yours.

Gojo's arm rests along your neck, warm and affectionate, as he sinks into the seat of your booth's table. With his free hand, from your perspective, you can see that he's playing with his food and making an absolute mess of the once neatly plated dish into a pile of God-knows-what.

"Satoru."

"Hm?"

Warm pools of blue peeked right back at you from beneath his shades. And if you didn't know any better, you'd assume that a playful glint lingered in his eyes as he gave you his wholehearted attention, as if he was toying with you on purpose.

But you know Gojo Satoru, and well at that.

"Go and order another crêpe, please."

"Wha—" His brows furrow and his lips twist into a tight pout as if you had spoonfed him something sour. "Is it because of the bite I took?" Gojo brushes aside your squawk of that wasn't a bite and you know it to focus his sights on you and how you’re frowning at the feigned expression of innocence on his face.

Cute, you thought, but you immediately shake this revelation up and out of your head. You wouldn’t even be in this current predicament if it not been for his insatiable nature!

Gojo digs his fork into his bowl and shovels some of his fries to prod them at your mouth. “It’s fine, it’s fine!” You keep your lips tightly sealed and try to ignore the many intrigued gazes from onlookers tables away from you two. “Here, have some of mine. You won’t even notice the difference.”

Between his incessant whines for you to open your mouth and his hand squishing your cheeks so that he could slip some more food into your mouth, you eventually relent to his antics and try out one of the fries.

You can now understand why he barely made a dent in his plate since you arrived.

“Yummy, right?” Gojo inquires, an easy smile resting on his lips. His nimble fingers graze your lips, brushing off imaginary crumbs from your mouth for extra effect.

You push his hand away from you, shrinking away in disgust from his fork and drag your eyes away from it toward his eyes. You can only roll your eyes in response to the cheeky expression he wears on his face. “These are stale, Satoru…”

“Right?”

You shake your head in disbelief and shrug his arm off of you, “Let’s go,” you push your plate away from you, making a big show of how you were ready to leave, “I’m sure there’s food at home for me in the fridge, anyway.”

You manage to sway him easily, hook, line, and sinker, because Gojo tugs at your hand to pull you closer to him and deter you from leaving. “Fine, fine! I’ll buy you another, okay?”

Sticking to his word, Gojo does exactly that, even going out of his way to buy two so that you could enjoy your own. But, of course, not all good things can last forever. His trait of having a knack for sweet things rears its head, and he wolfs down his serving within minutes.

How wonderful.

With nothing else left to do, Gojo watches you eat silently. Happy that you’re happy with how things turned out. But his shades do nothing to mask the almost carnal want that swam in his eyes every time his head would not-so-conspicuously tilt down to look at how much there was left of your crêpe.

From the corner of your perspective, you spot Gojo’s hand sneaking its way off from your knee, up toward the table and slowly inching closer and closer to your plate.

That’s it.

You inhale a sharp breath, picking up the last remnants of your desert, and shove it all into your mouth in one go, leaving him none whatsoever.

When you turn your head to throw Gojo a triumphant glare, one that screams I win, you’re met with an expression that stops you dead in your tracks.

Gojo’s face is unreadable as he stares at you behind his sunglasses. Even though you can’t directly see into his eyes, you can still feel the intense weight of his gaze on you, his eyes slowly trail along your face. Suddenly you feel very conscious of the ice cream that clung to your bottom lip.

You run your tongue against your bottom lip, bringing your wrist up to your face to dab away any sticky residue it may leave behind.

He stays silent for a beat before he puffs out a breath of laughter. A sly smile tugs at the corner of his mouth once he tips his head back against the padded header of his seat.

“Now that’s just obscene.”

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yuyu1024 · 4 months

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Prisoner

Pairings: Yoongi × y/n

Genre/tags: Arranged marriage

Warning: 🔞🔞 smut, mention of food/eating, cursing, sensual touching, unprotected sex, making out, needy/clingy, Pet name, lies, kinks, Smoking [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 3.0k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

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The sound of the wedding bells and the people cheering for your union are still ringing in your ears. You could also still envision your friends and families' warmest smiles and tearful hugs as they congratulate you. Everyone is so happy. They kept on saying that your wedding is the most magical and happiest they've ever seen.

Yes. Your wedding is the grand. The whole castle like church is filled with the whitest flowers that gives an illusion of the place is floating in clouds. You could also see shiniest silvers and krystals all over the place. It felt unreal.

You requested for a simple wedding but you are given more than that and you love it.

The wedding is also filled with people you both love and cherish. So you feel comfortable and loved all through out the ceremony and the party afterwards.

Yes. The wedding is amazing.

Yes. The wedding is to die for.

Yes. The wedding is like a fantasy.

It's because it is... it is a fantasy and no where near reality.

It is only for show to make people believe that you and the man you married is real.

Little did everyone know, your marriage is just arranged. You were just handpicked by the groom because he had no other option. He didn't like the women his parents are suggesting. So he decided to himself to pick someone from the ground and carry to his world. A world filled with darkness and resentment. A very, very, very cold world.

"Miss..." a voice echoes waking you up from your daydream

You slowly open your eyes to see the barely lit room that you are still in. You get up from leaning onto the edge of the bathtub and see your personal maid near the door. Her head lowered not making eye contact with you. She's holding your towel and bathrobe.

"I'm sorry, Miss. But Master asked for dinner to be served soon...he's on his way home."

You look down at your hands peeking from the warm milky water and then pick up the rose petals floating on it. "He's early today..." you mumble quietly

"I heard that the meeting with his father, Mr. Min finished early..."

"I wonder why..." you got up from the bath. She immidiately rush towards you, handing you the towel and bathrobe to use.

"Mr. Min told Master to go home early... because of you Miss..."

"Ah... really..." there is no hint of excitement in your voice. "You can leave now and help them prepare... I'll get ready myself..." you tell the maid, who is still not having any eye contact with you.

You don't sound happy nor sad. Actually, you do sound like a robot with no feelings when you talk.

You were not like this before. Yes you are a quiet person, an introvert and reserved but never like this. You changed quite a lot after getting married. It's not by choice. You just have to adapt with your surroundings.

Living in a big ass mansion with more than fifty staffs and bodyguards but no one to talk to. You have no one to spend your time but yourself. Your world became, quiet.

Yes you do have a husband. You married him. But the man is never home most of the time. And when he is, he does not even make conversations with you unless it's related to his parents; asking you to do this and that. To be present here and there. Telling you what to say and not to talk about. Basically, he only talks to you when its about your deal. Yes, deal.

Funny isn't? You married bound by a contract but that's it. Just by contract. No love is involved.

You know this since the beginning. You signed the marriage certificate plus the contract. You are aware. But you never thought that this will be the kind of life you will have. Alone. But what choice do you have? He offered your parents a huge amount of money for your hands. A money that could let them live a good life even when they retire early. That's how big it is.

And you agreed to it, not because of the money, but because you thought; that maybe, just maybe this is the universe's doing. Him and you meeting under this circumstances but then in the end, getting to know each other and that Maybe...... maybe learn to love each other. But you're wrong. You and Yoongi have been married for more than a year now and its already had taken a toll on you emotionally and physically.

"Miss... Master is just a few minutes away..."

You pause brushing your hair, staring at yourself through the full body mirror. You are wearing the plain black, fitted halter dress that you received as a gift from him. You like this dress because it emphasizes your figure and shows off a little skin because of the slit. He gifted you this dress during your honeymoon. It's probably the cheapest clothing you have in your closet but for you this is the most valuable.

"Do you want me to fix your hair, Miss?"

You put down your hair brush. "No thank you."

Then you sit down and start to put on your shoes. But instead of heels, you put your white canvas shoes.

"Ahm, no heels today, Miss?" She sounds a bit concern

"No." You stand up to look at yourself one last time before going. "My feet hurts so I'll wear something comfy for now..."

"I understand." She hurriedly puts down the heels she had on hand and runs after me.

It is true that your feet is hurting. You've been wearing heels everyday when you go to work. 'Work' meaning is socializing with your husband's family friends and circle. You represent him for charities and parties he can't and won't attend. It's not everyday but these past few weeks, you've been busy. You were away too most of the days of the week. That's why you also barely saw your husband. He's been away for a week and when he came back you got busy too. And tonight, this is the first time you'll be eating dinner with him.

"Tell him to reschedule... I won't be available tomorrow. I have other plans."

You hear him talking to the phone when you enter the dinning room. He's so focused that he didn't even bat an eye when you sit down across him.

"What do you prefer, Miss?" The male servant asks. "We have tender lamb chops braised in wine. Served with pea puree and then wild sea bass with sautéed smoked bacon, red chicory, runner beans and red wine sauce."

"The latter, please..." You try to give a smile to show appreciation but then you halt as you hear your husband slam his phone on the table. It starlted you a bit.

And also, up to now he still hasn't dared to look at you. He just went on to eating his lamb after his phone call.

You want to watch him eat or even glance at him every now and then, just so you could update his image from your memory. You just want to see him, Even just a tiny bit silhouette of his face behind the boquet of flowers between the two of you.

'Fuck.' You curse in your mind.

You always ask yourself why do you even bother wanting to see him or make conversation with him when you know you don't mean anything to him. For him, you are just one of his staff. The only difference is that he talks to about life when he wants to because its part of your business with him. And to add to that, you're only his 'woman' when he needs to release stress. Meaning you two have sex when he needs it. There is no date or time. When he calls you or he comes to your room unannounced, that's it. Saying no is not an option.

But come to think of it, the last time you two had sex was quite a long time ago. It's been months.

'Does this mean... even in sex... he's not satisfied with me? Did he looked for a different woman to do it with?' You talk to yourself

"Leave us." He orders to the servants.

You didn't dare to glance up. You just kept yourself occupied by poking the fish on your plate.

"Your hair got longer..." he says making you pause

Your eyes goes up and see him looking straight at you."Ah... yes..." You answer before looking back down.

"Why ask for the fish if you're not going to eat it?"

You raise your head up again, "hmm?"

He tosses his one up like it's water. "Someone reported to me that you've been eating less lately."

"My appetite is fine... I'm just...off a bit..."

You put down your fork and try to think before you speak again. You can tell him you're tired because how can you be? You have all the assistant you need and more. Plus you are living a lavish life. You could ask for a massage, a facial or swim in the pool whenever you want. You have everything. Except him.

That. You can't mention. You can't dare ask for his attention. He'll get mad. You know he will. He said it in the very beginning of this relationship. That 'You are just his wife in papers. And never expect something more from him.'

"I'll be fine..."

You look straight back at him. You can finally see him clearly. He slightly moved to the side, giving you an amazing view of his face. He's still look as beautiful as you remember. His long hair, sharp eyes, pinkish lips and the scar.

"How's the auction?" He pulls out a cigarette from the pack he have on the table and lights it off. "You bought a vintage jewelry?"

"I did."

"How much is it?" He puffs smoke. His eyes are still fixated to you.

"It's a bit expensive... I'm sorry." You look down at your knotted fingers. "I got it for 1.5M."

"Reasonable."

"I tried to intimidate the other wives... but it didn't work..."

"You need to work on that."

"I will."

"But don't worry about the money... it's going to a good cause..." He stands up and puts off his cigarette on his used plate. "My mother liked the the jewelry set. She said, thank you."

Relief fills your heart and made you relax a bit. You are thankful that his mother liked the one you picked.

It's the only one you bought in the auction. The event is for charity and Yoongi gave you the go signal to throw money like dimes. He said you can buy anything you want.

You liked a lot of things there. Everything is grand, beautiful, meaningful and unique. But none of them bring joy to you. You don't need them so your heart can't afford to splurge.

"I'll go and get ready for bed..." he says as he stand by the window, looking outside.

"Ah... okay..." you look down at your plate and pick up your fork, to continue eating.

"When you finish..." he starts to walk towards the door, "Come to my room."

"Hmm?" You blink, confused. "Your... room?"

He stops just as he got outside the door and adds before totally closing the door "Ask the maid to braid your hair..."

'Braid your hair'. That means he wants to have sex.

"Sure..." you answer in a whisper though he's already not in the room.

***

You are finally walking in the hallway, on the way to his room. Barefoot and naked. Almost naked.

It has been a routine of you to braid your long hair and then just wear a silk robe over to cover your body. He likes it this way. He have particular things he likes and you follow them.

It's almost 9pm. All the staffs are now in their houses. Yoongi asked them to leave earlier so no one could hear and disturb us.

You took a deep breathe before you get ready to knock on his door. But then to your surprise the double door swings open and you see him, in his black jogger pants and a sheer robe over his naked body. "What took you so long?" His brows are furrowed.

"Sorry..." you lower your gaze from his beautiful face to his toned body.

"Get in." He orders, turning his back on you.

You slowly enter the forbiden room. It's like how you imagine it to be; spacious, dark and earth tone colors everywhere. But the things you've never imagined seeing in there are towers of books and comics on the floor. Then there is a gaming area too.

"Do you play?" He asks as he sits down at the corner of his massive bed.

You shake your head, "No... I'm sorry."

He's smoking again. "Come here." He orders as he puff the smoke in betwern his lips. You move closer to him, cautiously. "Why do you look nervous? It's not like it's our first time."

You are now standing in between his legs. "Sorry..."

He rolls his eyes slightly as he puts his cigarette onto the ashtray. "Why do you keep on apologizing?"

"I..." you pause and wait for him to look back at you. "I don't know."

He snorts, "whatever."

He takes off his robe and throws it somewhere behind you. You were about to do the same as his but he stops your hand from untying your robe.

"Are you on birth control?"

You shake your head. "No... we... I mean... you use condom..."

He didn't say anything after that. He just continued; picks up your braided hair thats lying on your chest and pushes it away. Your breathing picks up as you could feel and see him gazing at you. You even felt your body jerk a little when his finger tip brushed over your hard nipple. The sensation is on max. You needed him to touch you. You missed him touching you.

Yes, this relationship may not be real for him but to you, it's something. Plus, we all have our needs. And when it comes to sex, he delivers. More than you can imagine. And you like playing along with his needs.

He pulls the string keeping your robe on you and just watch it fall off your skin like feather.

You feel your cheeks heat up. You are exposed. He can see that you are already turned on. Your breast giving it all away.

"Come closer..." he orders and you follow.

His hands slides over your hips then goes up to your torso, for him to hold on to you. Hug you. He begins to suck one of your boobs like a baby. His eyes are fully close and his grasping onto your skin like he had been so hungry for so long. He's really enjoying it.

You as well.

"Ahh..." you exhale as you throw your head back. His tongue doing all the works and tickling your insides by just playing at your tip.

After a few more seconds, he stops and looks up at you. And you looking down at him.

"You're so beautiful..." you whisper to him as you run your fingertips over the scar on his face.

You lower your head to meet his lips. He welcomed your kiss like it was meant to be there five minute ago overdue. He is into it more than usual.

He finally gets naked like you. His length is hard and up. It's already leaking and looked very inviting for you to sit on. But you're too shy to make the first move.

You did try to sit on his lap though, legs spread out and core is so wet and ready; just a few inches away for his throbbing length. Then his hand goes in between and starts to rub you in the most sensual way possible.

"Holy shit!" You gasps breaking off from the kiss for a second just to take it all in.

A smug on his face can be seen catching you off guard. He had never reacted to you reacting to his touches like this before.

Your hips begin to rock just to feel his fingers on you.

"Y/n..." You look at him after hearing him say your name. "No condom today."

"O-okay..."

"Make me feel good." He says softly but sturn, pulling you close to his length.

The tip touching your opening already made you roll your eyes. He's so warm and big.

"F-fuck!" You cry as he eases himself into you. "Holy shit! Ugh!"

You start to move slowly, feeling it all in you, finding the pace and ryth. you think you could do all night but at the same time make him satisfied.

"You got tighter." He grunts as you go up and down on him while holding on to his shoulder for balance support.

"Holy fuck!" Your eyes starts to get filled with tears. You found your spot and his length is hitting it perfectly. "Fuck!"

You watch him close his eyes and his face showing how good you're making him feel. His broes is furrowed and his mouth open and hissing tiny breathes with you.

You can't believe it. Someone like you who was inexperience with sex, is now married and making your man look so damn sexy moaning.

"I'm gonna come." He hugs you tigh and begins to kiss you again. "I want to come in you." He opens his eyes and meets yours.

"Fucking come in me." You say

He then carries you as he stands up, changing your positions. Now you're the one on the bed and he's on top of you.

"I will rip you apart." He snarls.

Every fucking thrust is mean and yet satisfying. You feel like your insides shuffled from every hit. But it's not pain. It's heaven.

"Fuck!" He hisses as he climaxes with you.

The warmth inside you feels like a warm blanket during winter. It's felt relaxing.

He is breathing heavily, your hands are intertwined and his still on top and inside of you.

"Yoongi..." you say breathlessly as you admire him over you.

He moves in for a kiss. A soft gentle kiss. "Stay with me tonight..."

*****

Part 2

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