#side note why the fuck did he crop his feet out???
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Wizard Boy!!!!
#I have so much to say about this image#but first hundred percent confirmed it wasn't just worm that went#the whole crew probably came through#the possibility of wizard store costume is still hanging over our heads#goddamn terrified#when we didn't get it immediately I thought maybe it wasn't going to happen#now it's just a threat#side note why the fuck did he crop his feet out???#normally he's so into showing his shoes off#what is he hiding down there??#what could he possibly not want us to see#side side note look who doesn't play dnd or do nerd shit now _wizard boy_#frank iero#mcr#mcrportland#mcrtacoma#you must felix your heart
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(bf's dad) william afton x (fem)reader pt.2!
WARNING: swearing/blasphemy. smut. oral sex (male) vaginal sex, age-gap, inappropriate relationship, guilt. sort of exhibitionism, sort of.
NOTES: afab reader. After hiding her "session" her besie mate's Michael's dad, reader avoids them both for a couple of weeks. But Mr Afton catches her off guard in a shop shit goes down... Cameo from big tescos and another character crops up a bit later on too.
Pt.1 here
It had been easy to move on from your night at Afton's...in practicality. You'd been able to physically leave William Afton at the door. After cleaning yourself up, post the mind-blowing sex, you'd look Mr Afton in his eyes and implored him to never mention this to Michael. He'd scoffed telling you that you'd needn't worry, his tenuous relationship with his son wouldn't be improved by bragging to him that he'd fucked you stupid against the side table in the living room. Still though, you'd promised yourself that you wouldn't engage in this inappropriate shagging again, even if the thought of his solid frame pinning you against the wall made your mouth fucking water.
And you'd stuck to it, of course not going over to Michael's again, shit not even speaking to Michael really. He'd come up to you at Uni the following day and the second his dark eyes locked on to yours - so like his father's - you were filled with guilt and the image of Mr Afton. And the worst part, you sort of enjoyed it. God, he'd asked you why you looked so tired that day, you nearly laughed: "Well mate, I'm knackered because last night when I came over to see you, your dad gave me the best fucking I’ve ever had and I stayed up all night reliving it over and over again.” Of course you didn’t really say that, you’d thought it though, so you’re pretty horrid. In reality, you’d quickly made up some excuse about staying up late doing your coursework and got the fuck out of dodge, avoiding your friend’s eye line all week. Then the week after. And then today.
~
It was Tuesday evening, not that it mattered really, you were so run off with your feet with pissing work to do you weren’t really counting days: truth be told you’d almost put the whole situation out of your head.
You’d think your local big Tesco would be quiet on a Tuesday night, but of course it wasn’t, there are fuckers everywhere, stocking up on alcohol most likely, you want to yourself but no, your budget certainly isn’t allowing that. You make your purchases as fast as the bloody queues will let you and head for the door.
Stuck in your head as you’re leaving, you hear a crisp whistle - the kind that says ‘yoo-hoo’ as opposed to the wolf variety - and you turn, ready to tell some teenager to swivel. But no. Of course. OF FECKING COURSE. At the end of the aisle you see a chuckling Mr Afton slip just out of sight. The reminder that he existed and wasn’t just something you’d wank to, nearly made you double-take, you were close to just walking out and pretending you hadn’t seen him, but the man obligated you to approach when he re-emerged beckoning you over with a mouthed “Away, y/n.” So you went over, wrapped in a lovely blanket of nervousness.
Rounding the corner of the aisle to where he stood, you didn’t stop yourself from looking him up and down, yeah, he was still a good-looking bastard. You weren’t a jittery sort of person really, yet this man threw you so much on the back foot you couldn’t find anywhere to look.
“I know it’s cliché: but fancy seeing you here.” He rested his elbows on the front bar of his trolley, bringing himself to your eye level, you’d forgotten what an impossibly tall fella he was. 6′6 at least, crazy in comparison to you or indeed anyone.
You weren’t exactly sure how to respond to him, eventually settling on:
“Yeah, believe me I did not expect to run into you.” You were smiling as you spoke, partially at your own embarrassment and at the stupidness of the situation - this is exactly the sort of thing that would happen to you, the universe must really have a grudge at your expense. He laughed at your curt response, the heat of your cheeks exposing your discomfort at this encounter.
“Charming. Am I really that bad? As far as I’m aware, we left on good terms.” He was teasing you, shaking his head as he spoke mockingly.
“We really did, sorry I’m just-” Just be fucking normal, you internally berate yourself, this really isn’t that shocking. “I don’t know... surprised to see you.”
He nodded, bringing the back of his thumb to his mouth as he considered your statement. There was something about silence when stood with this man that you couldn’t stand, it gave you time to think about last time: about his hands pulling you across that table by your ankles, the feel of his chest against your head as he pounded into you, good God.
“I get that, sweetheart. Jesus, I hardly believe you’re real.” He laughed briefly before continuing, “When Michael talks about you now, I have to remind myself to behave.” The mention of Mike’s name made your eyes widen, you were lost in the effect Mr Afton had on you, it almost physically hurt to be slammed back into reality like that.
“Yeah, I can’t even look at him at the moment... He does this thing with his head as he listens to someone talking, like tilts it to the side. And you do exactly the same thing.” You looked down as you said the last part, unable to hide the slight smirk grazing your lips; seemingly knowing what you were referring to, he grinned.
“That’s why you’ve been avoiding him then?” Yeah, mate, that really isn't the half of why you've been staying away from Mike. “He’s been complaining after you all week... to be honest I think he’s got a little crush on you.” Eyeing you up as he spoke, he watched you rub your arm in awkwardness, bloody hell you were a sweet sight to see.
“I feel bad.” You somewhat explain, hands rising into a shrug. He moved closer to you slowly, glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was about in the aisle behind the two of you, running his tongue between his lips before he spoke.
“Well...” he leaned down close to you and you gulped, the invasion of your personal space should have been unwelcomed, but it really wasn’t. Quite the opposite, you pressed your thighs together, the smell of him arousing you more than it should be possible.
He continued; his voice low “Do you feel guilty ‘cos you did something wrong? Or because you enjoyed it?” You laughed, almost in disbelief that he said that and that when he did you felt butterflies like an idiot. Squaring up to him nearly, you kept your eyes anywhere but his as you replied shortly.
“Both. But also because I’d do again.” He was very bloody close to you now, unable to help himself once you’d said that. He felt his cock twitch against the fabric of his trousers, the idea of fucking you again driving him near crazy.
“Oh. Would you now?” His breath stroking the side of your neck as he talked.
An old woman walking past the two of you towards the cereal aisle, reminded him of where he was and what he was doing: flirting hard with a lass half his age in a fucking Tesco, poor Ethel didn’t need to see this. He moved away from you and for a brief moment you forgot how to stand up on your own.
Checking the time on his watch, he smiled to himself. “Did you walk here?” He asked innocently enough, somewhere subconsciously you must have been able to tell where this was going, but it hadn’t been brought into the light yet.
“Yeah. I don’t live far away.” Your eyebrows narrowed as you answered, the important part of your brain not up to speed or grasping the relevance of this question.
“It's late, I’m giving you a lift.” It was a statement not a question and you giggled at his blatant excuse to get you alone.
“Do I have a choice?” “Nah. it’s dark out. I think.” he said smirking, craning his neck to try and see over the aisle divides to a window.
“They’re tinted windows, mate.” You laughed into the back of your hand. He nodded his head pulling a face that said, ‘yup I realise that...now’.
“Alright.” he grinned, voice reeking of mock offence. “And how was I supposed to know that, you minx?” You shrugged, still grinning at him. “Anyway, my point stands.”
“Isn’t this the same thing you did last time? Using my safety as a ploy to keep me around?” you enquired, doing your best to try and wind him up. It looked like it was working but in fact your cheekiness just made him want to pursue you more - he had exactly the same issue last time.
“Yeah, and you bit then too.” He winked at you, before beginning to push his trolley out of the aisle. You shook your head, hating that it was this easy for him to make you want to follow him. For fuck’s sake you barely knew him! This was something they warned you about as a kid, really not a good idea to get in strange men’s cars, especially when they evidently have an ulterior motive: and yet you were still going to, weren’t you.
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When he was done checking out, he met you at the door to the shop with his bag. And you follow him like a lamb to his car. It was dark and he smirked at you smugly, a mouthed “I told ya '' on his lips made you giggle as you got in his front seat. He joined you, seconds later, and that familiar feeling of nervousness crept up your spine as you were in the confined space with him.
“Well, lovely. Where am I taking you?” He watched your face for reaction and you froze a bit, deer in headlights and all that.
“I should say: nowhere. And get out your car...” you think out loud, sitting up in your seat a bit, mock motioning to the door handle, which prompted him to press the lock button on the driver's side, rather dramatically, he just grinned, not even moving his gaze from you. Man, he’s something else, you think to yourself. Just blinking in response before you turned fully towards him in the seat, giggling mischievously.
“You’re kidnapping me?” you state, raising your eyebrows in feigned disapproval.
“I wouldn’t say that. It's more...” he paused thinking, half a smile on his face. “Smuggling. I’m not kidnapping you, just moving you from one place to another.” He ran a hand over the top of his head, chuckling, you really always had something to say. “
Ah that makes it okay then.” you say sarcastically, snickering at the look on his face. “But... stupidly I might ask if I can come to yours.” Your own audacity was really surprising you, not long-ago sharing floor with this man made you unable to string together a sentence; here you are now, a hair trigger away from saying ‘Oh aye mate, I’m after going to yours on the hope that you’ll shag the life out of me again.’
He didn’t say anything to you, just sniggered as he turned on his car and began making an exit. He’d really hoped that that would be your answer, God, he’d been banking on having you again, in truth there was a lot more he wanted to do to you, and he’d been thinking about it non-stop for the past fortnight.
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The journey back to the Afton residence really wasn’t very long, only about 15 minutes due to the lack of traffic, the roads deader than that poor old Ethel in Tesco. As you began to recognise the familiar turn of the road, the stupid flitting butterflies came back; unlike last time this was a deliberate choice with the activity about to transpire on the table, in consequence you were practically buzzing with nerves just thinking about it.
The time in between stopping the car, taking the keys and unlocking the door, and Mr Afton cornering you in his bedroom passed in a blur, maybe it was the nerves, more likely though the arousal. Let’s face it, all your cards were known and neither of you could wait much longer.
You had so many comments to say about how boring his bedroom was, honestly it was like a showroom, no personality just bed, tv, drawers. It was very fucking clean too, you had a joke banging around in your head about his last encounter ending in a professional deep clean, but before you could demonstrate your comedic genius, your back was against the wall and his tongue was down your throat. You couldn't complain though, nor did you want to.
There was just something about how he kissed you that knocked the air from your lungs and filled your pretty little head with cotton wool; it was embarrassing really and part of you sort of hated him for being able to do that. So, in true stubbornness you elect that this time the bastard’s not bettering you. Pulling yourself away from him, he grunts slightly at the lack of contact, his arousal evident in front of you.
“Where do you think you're going?” His voice thick with restraint, it was taking a lot for him not to grab you right now. But there was something about the mischievous glint in your eye that made him hold on - at least for now.
“I hardly got to have a look last time. I’m doing it now.” you state, the ability to be clever gone. It was true, in your rush during your last meeting, you’d been too focused on yourself to get a proper gander at the bloke before you and there’s no time like the present.
Though your face felt hotter than the sun, you find the courage to start undressing him, unable to glance at the snug expression leering down at you.
“You just broke your own fucking clothes rule.” You couldn’t help but laugh, his voice was a bit too serious given what he was saying, but you suppose that’s understandable when you have what he’s thinking with in your hands. Moving to continue, he catches your arm. Clearly, he wasn’t joking about the rule because his hands are cold against your flesh, sliding under the fabric of your shirt, close enough to your waistband that your legs quiver slightly. Hooking the shirt, he pulls it from you, grinning at how your bravado had faltered a fair bit already and he hadn’t even done anything yet.
“Satisfied?” You ask, the grin on your face not nearly as brave as you wanted it. The way he was looking at your chest told you the answer already, he looked hungry, and the only thought bouncing around his brain was how crazy you were driving him.
Not letting him distract you too much, you slide your hands down his torso, eventually landing at his belt, which you soon pull free. With a hum of slight amusement from above you.
“God, you’re driving me fucking mental.” He half-moaned, breaking into a slight chuckle at the sight of you, it was disbelief. Honestly, he’d only popped out for some shopping.
Perhaps you’re enjoying playing with him a bit too much because before you can even get to your knees to take this ‘exploration’ further, you can feel your knickers clinging to your slick. You hadn’t even really seen it last time, he was big, almost intimidating, and for a moment you kneel looking at him, before slowly taking hold of his cock, smirking as you dare to look at his face.
Continuing with your agenda, you take the tip of his cock in your mouth and run your tongue over it, now able to taste the precum already there. The thought of him aroused just from seeing you at the shop made a pang of want chime through you.
As you became more confident with it, taking more of him, a firm hand grabbed hold of your hair - not guiding your movement exactly, but grounding himself. You weren’t able to take all of him, but you didn’t need to, your focus on his tip and simultaneous stroking with your hands was more than enough.
The groaning above you almost made you want to smile in a kind of dirty victory, but you keep focused on your task. You were a bit too good at this and not wanting to... ‘over-exert himself’ too soon, he pulls your head away, quickly bringing you to your feet.
“Did I offend?” you ask as he turns you from him, biting kisses down your back whilst experienced hands pull your clothes from you. It didn’t pass you by that doing so was somewhat considerate, the marks he was leaving wouldn’t be seen by anyone else, they were personal.
“Fuck, no.” he answered finally, through a smirk. He’d stripped you so fast it could have been a magic act and now you stood, naked, save for your panties. His fingers plied under the fabric and began toying with your abundance of wetness. God, you were fucking precious, your little mewls as he played with your clit, making his cock ache. Stiffening, as he changes the patterns he draws on your bundle of nerves, you feel the pressure of your high building, he was much too good at that. Pressing his fingers into your pussy from behind, your back arches involuntarily, the mix of his digits pulling slowly in and out of you and the mean biting kiss he burned into your hip was insane.
And before long you were so desperate that you pulled away from him with the intention of enticing him to you. But you didn’t have to, he grabbed you and turned you to face him, so quick that you giggled in his rush.
Letting him push you back onto the bed, you can’t manage to shift a stupid smile off your face.
“God, you’re fucking precious, you.”
You’re laying on your back and he kneels between your legs, not wanting to mess around any longer. The sight of your wet little cunt was too damn tempting and slowly stroking himself he rubs the tip of his cock between your folds, spreading your slick and laying a blanket of anticipation at the pit of your stomach.
So many dirty words were on his lips but before he could say any of them the clear sound of the front door slamming made both your heads turn. You look at him with half a grin and look back to the door to hear the sound of heavy feet clumping up the stairs: Michael was home.
Of course he fucking was, now of all times. Not 5 minutes earlier, not 5 minutes later, now. As his dad was teasing the dripping entrance of his best friend’s needy pussy. Both breathing heavily and fuming with his arrival.
You see the older man fold his lips between his teeth, an expression of unbelieving annoyance beginning to form. But you wanted it too much, and the idea of your mate being in his room was not enough to stop you raising your hips to feel William’s cock pressing against your hole.
A voice above you, makes you look up. “You don’t care that Michael’s home?” he teases, letting you continue rubbing against the length of his cock, having to battle with the urge to shove into you, as he knew just how thin the walls were in this shit house.
You laugh a little, “I’ll be quiet...” you try, voice as sweet as the arousal between your legs. A sudden hand grips your hips, pulling you up with ease, the tip of his dick pressing just inside you, enough to make you gasp.
“Not if I’m doing a good job, you won’t.” He laughs, thrusting halfway inside you, making you yelp in surprise, a hand flying to your own lips. “See?” He continues chuckling, but the feeling of your walls tight gripped around him, broke him down enough to thrust shallowly inside you. His hands holding your hips to keep you still whilst he did so, the image of your lip between your teeth testing his patience.
From in his adjacent bedroom, Michael’s head piques in doubt at what he was hearing, but the realisation of the low grunts of his father mixed with a steady whimper of a lass, made his jaw drop slightly in disgust and disbelief. He turns his tv up, trying to distract himself, shaking his head.
“I-I don’t... he won’t know it’s me...” You begin, your persuasion interrupted by the moans he plucked from your lips. “He’ll think you’ve got some random lady in here.” And that was enough for him.
Sold.
He pressed himself fully inside you, setting a slow but tantalising pace, his cock deep and brushing that fucking amazing spot inside you, that made you whine.
You’re so close already, all his teasing had paid off, and you find yourself gripping at his forearms, eager to taste your climax. Your fluttering walls give you away and the man above you smirks as he presses his thumb to your clit, circling it, slamming you into orgasm sharpish.
“Fuckin-” you start, lost in the pleasure that coursed through your veins. You felt so fucking tight around him like that, pulsing sporadically around his cock, fucking bliss. He groans, dragging your body forward, his hips rutting against yours, fucking you through your orgasm. Near addicted to it, he pulls you so far, your lower body completely off the bed, useless to do anything but accept the pace you were given which had become rough. The sound of the two of you was accompanied by skin slapping hard against skin, the lewd noise of your cunt taking what he gave you topping it all off. You were so fucked up already and couldn’t give less of a shit at that moment, only clawing at what parts of the man you could reach.
From across the room your phone buzzes unnoticed. Messages from Michael, relaying the events that you already, but shouldn’t have known. ‘Can’t fucking believe it’ - ‘my dad’s got some lass over and I can hear everything 😭’
God, you wanted to fucking cum again, rolling your hips to meet William's thrusts, trying his restraint. You were like a vice around him and the moaning was taking him over the edge. As much as it pained him, he pulled himself from you, grinning at your almost instant,
“What are you-”
He takes hold of you, picking you up from the bed and dragging you across the room, slamming your desperate body against a wall, your back to him. For a moment you’re confused, not exactly complaining, but confused.
“If he can hear it... he might as well hear it all.” he grunts into the back of your head. You’re about to protest this, but it's lost in your head when he presses back into you rough, fucking you dumb from behind. Everything else was gone, except the want to feel this man cum inside you. You were close yourself and the laboured groan against your skin, pushed you closer to your edge. His pace was hard, but becoming more erratic and greedy against you, the thump of his chasing clear as day on the other side of the wall.
“Fuck, I’m going to-” You didn’t really need to hear the rest, cutting him off with an eager plea for him to cum inside you. He presses you flush against the wall and you smash into your climax as he hits you just right, your flexing grip triggering his own. His pace stammers as he cums, each movement accented with a near animalistic grunt. Your eyes were wide at the feeling of his release inside you and beginning to trickle down the back of your leg.
He holds you there for a moment, before slowly pulling out, wanting to see just how pretty you looked with him dripping out of you. Turning to face him, you smirk, your face hot.
Seeing him looking at you thoughtfully, your brow raises,
“What?”
“We’re not done.”
~
God, long one there!
PS: sorry Michael, even I feel kinda bad about that lmao.
#fnaf william afton#william afton#william afton x reader#william afton fic#fnaf smut#william afton smut#william afton x you#fnaf 18+
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Tattoos and other stuff. (Arber Xhekaj)
Discovering your tattoos had better consequences than he thought.
Note: This is p*rn with little plot. Tattooed!Reader.
Warning: +18. Arber. Fingering. Penetrative s*x (p in v). Oral s*x (both receiving)<.
"I didn't know you had tattoos" You heard behind you.
You turned around in your chair and looked at Arber sitting with his legs spread and his back against the wall. He had been in silence for ten minutes, waiting for you to fix some stuff for him.
"Surprise?" You giggled. "Which one did you see?"
"That corner down there. Your ankle"
You smiled and lifted your trouser. "Slaf loves this one"
The lines crept up your shin and calf drawing shapes that guided his eyes higher.
"Slaf?"
"Mhm" You turned around and kept working on your computer. "He saw it some weeks ago"
Why did Arber feel jealous? You were just the media girl, he had no say over you. Not that he should. But there was literally nothing tying you.
You picked a piece of liquorice gummy.
"Do you have more?" He asked while playing with the edge of his shorts and eying his own.
"Yeah. A couple." You shrugged it off.
Arber found himself obsessed with the idea. He wanted to see them. He wanted to see more. He needed to. He was constantly trying to get a peek at the ink in your leg. He needed to know why Juraj was so fascinated.
.
.
.
"Here" A huge hand presented itself right in front of your face.
You looked up and smiled sweetly before taking it. "Thanks, Arber" You said as you climbed out of the cab.
"No problem"
"Guys! Hurry up" A very excited and vibrating Cole called for you.
"Cutest kid out there" You giggled and walked in his direction.
Arber rolled his eyes and wondered if Cole had seen them too. You seem a bit closer to him. He was actually the one that had begged you to go out with them. The other kids and I are going out and you have to come too.
Your trousers were long and wide-legged and you were wearing a turtle-neck crop top. Your arms and most of your body were covered by your black clothes. But there was that part of your belly that the fabric couldn't hide. Is that another one?
"Hey. Wake up" Juraj slammed his shoulder to his when he walked pass.
You danced and laughed with the boys for hours. You were truly having fun but your feet were staying to get tired of the heeled boots.
"Never ever wear heels, Sheriff" you said sitting on the stool next to him.
He peeked another tattoo on your wrist and smiled to himself.
"Not on my plans. Plus... Do they make heels for big guys?"
"I hope not." You giggled.
"I'd look fabulous"
"Never said the opposite" You teased back.
He laughed and moved so he was standing closer to you. "What do you drink? It's on me"
"Some soda, please" You answered with a sweet smile. You weren't going to deny a drink from a pretty boy.
He smiled. "Keeping it easy tonight?"
"I always do"
He leaned forward the bar and asked for the drinks before turning to you.
"How's work?"
Like that, you started a long conversation that made you both forget about time. It was so easy to talk to him, to joke, to tease,... You weren't sure why you hadn't done it before.
"Hey" Juraj appeared out of nowhere and hugged your shoulders. "We should go back home and end the night in there. Jordan said they are closing soon"
Arber felt again that jealousy tickle on his belly, but his smile distracted you.
"That's great." You said. "I just hope you guys are paying my Uber later. I live on the other fucking side of the city"
"You can crash there." Arber said. "I'll drop you tomorrow"
You smiled with a funny feeling in your belly.
"Perfect then"
Back at theirs, everyone flopped in the sofas. You had lost half of the group, some saying they were tired, others just sneaking hand in hand with their partners.
But there you were, barefoot and getting yourself another soda. "I'm gonna be so bloated in the morning." You said patting your belly.
Arber laughed. "Better bloated than hangover"
"Wise words"
He was so fucking gone for you. He couldn't stop looking at you. He had even found himself fighting Kaiden for the place next to you. Kaiden didn't mind, he didn't thought mcuh of it and was pretty happy to have the armchair for him and his girlfriend.
"I can't even pronounce that word" Juraj complained while trying to read the Trivia card.
You chuckled at his frustrated state. Cole was nice enough to help him.
You turned your face to look at Arber and found he was closer than before. His arm was over the back of the sofa and you were basically tucked on his side.
"Hi" He whispered.
"Hi"
"All good?"
"Would you be nice enough to lend me some comfy clothes? This jeans are fabulous but I'm tired."
Arber chuckled and nodded. "Hey guys, we'll be back in a second. I'm gonna give her a pijama"
You both walked down the corridor unaware of everyone's looks. You missed the wiggle of Juraj eyebrows and everyone else trying to not laugh.
"Okay. Um... A shirt... And now... Maybe shorts?"
You leaned against the back and watched him search around the drawers. His back muscles looked tight under the cotton t-shirt and wow... You'd kill to run your nails down there.
"YN"
"Mhm" You snapped back and your cheeks warmed.
"These?"
"Yeah. They are fine. Thank you very much"
Arber nodded and passed you the clothes. It was quick, but your fingers brushed and you felt a wave of electricity run over you. Arber swallowed the thick lump on his throat and tried to not think about you on his clothes.
You walked to the bed and he walked out, but just as he turned to close the door, you were taking the tight top off. He gasped. Arber loudly gasped when he saw your inked figure only covered by that pink bralette and black trousers.
You turned around with the top pressed to your chest.
Arber was frozen. You said you had a couple more tattoos, not your whole skin covered by them. Your arms had different tattoos over them. Then he could see something on your belly and those he had seen in your back. You were beautiful. The most beautiful woman he had seen.
"Arber..."
"I-I..." He started saying without even thinking of the words. "Wow."
It was genuine and you smiled. He nervously laughed and you chuckled.
"They are amazing. You look beautiful, YN" He confessed.
His fingers were white due to the pressure he was putting on the knob.
"Thank you" You softly said. "Do you want to see them?"
Arber nodded and walked back in. From outside, Kaiden laughed when he saw his friend going back into the room.
The sound of the door closing sent chills down your spine and encouraged you to left the top aside. Arber swallowed when he saw your pink lace claded chest.
"I thought you said you had a couple" He smirked when he was right before you and towering over you.
"Well..."
"Has Juraj seen these too?"
You bit your lip and devilishly smile. "Are you jealous, Xhekaj?" If he only knew how unfounded his little tantrum was.
He rolled his eyes. "Not really. At the end you are here with me, aren't you?"
Fuck... He had no business being that hot.
"Sure I am"
He lifted his hand and his fingers met the tattoo on your shoulder. The black ink draw shapes in your skin, a flower.
"It's a magnolia"
His fingers kept traveling down your arm, more plants, a butterfly, words... He was truly fascinated. You felt like floating. He was stanstanding so close and he was so tall and strong. It made you dizzy and you couldn't ignore anymore the throb between your legs. You wanted nothing more than this. Whatever it was. He had you on the palm of his hand.
His eyes swifted to your chest, there were no tattoos in there yet. It didn't mean they didn't look fabulous in the pink lingerie. But he didn't want to be disrespectful and he skipped to your left arm. This time, his warm hand grabbed you by the elbow and he moved your arm to get a look in your inner bicep. "A mermaid" He said with a smile.
"Do you like it?" You muttered.
"It's beautiful" He smiled and looked at your eyes.
There was something in them that got his attention. Desire. You wanted him. You were looking at him with desire in your eyes. Your lips were half open and wet. Arber's trousers already felt too tight. It's going to happen. But he wanted to play. He needed to hear you beg at least once.
His big hands delicately moved over your arms as he closely observed your tattoos. "You are really pretty, YN"
You smiled and took another step closer. "Am I?"
Arber nodded. His eyes yer moving between yours and your lips.
"You can do it. I won't complain"
He chuckled and cupped your cheeks. Arber took a moment to run his thumb over your skin, which made you shiver and step forward. With a smile, he leaned and kissed your lips.
His mouth was sweet like his drink and warm and he moved his lips slow. You already loved it and needed more. So much more. So you hooked your fingers on his jeans and pulled him flush against you. Obviously, the height gap was there, but who really cared? He was quick grabbing your ass, a handful of it that made you moan on his mouth and wrap your arms around his neck. Your fingers found the dark strands of hair and gently pulled them. On your tip toes, your balance wasn't the best, but one hand on the back of your neck and another under the curve of your ass were enough to keep you in place.
But he pulled back and licked his lips. "Fuck Arber. You must be the hottest guy out there" You groaned.
He chuckled.
"I'm flattered" He brushed your wet lips with his thumb.
"You'd be hotter in your knees, tho"
He rolled his eyes and stole another kiss. He knew you had a pretty loose tongue. He had seen you chirping his friends like no one else. But this? It made him painfully hard.
"Is that what you want?" He wouldn't let you win so easily. "Beg for it" He said grabbing your chin with his fingers.
You surprised him. He thought you would be... More bratty? He didn't even know.
"Please" You said with a smile.
He laughed and kissed your lips. "A bit more?"
"Could you pretty please get on your knees for me?"
He dropped to the floor making you laugh. Then he realized that more than beg you had simply asked nicely. He was putty in your hands and that was a fact. But he couldn't care less. He would do anything you asked him for.
"Cute" You whispered.
He shook his head in disbelief and reached to open the button in your trousers. He wasn't ready for the matching lace panties that you were wearing. They barely hid anything but hugged your hips so perfectly. Plus... The fucking tattoos reached everywhere.
"Fuck..."
"Did you lock the door?"
"They know better than to come and bother."
You bit your lip and clenched your thighs at the thought. Anyone could walk in. You knew the guys and they were just a bunch of idiots. But also the way Arber spoke... They wouldn't dare to come. Arber had that smirk of his on his lips and it was driving you insane.
"Wanna see something else?" You teased.
"Whatever you have to show me"
So you took your bra off and Arber gasped. "Those too?" Little metallic piercings adorned your nipples and made them look perky. "Fuck, you want to kill me"
You giggled and leaned forwards slightly to grab his hands. He swallowed and observed how you guided his movements. You were already trembling. Your nipples were really sensitive against his palms and his hands were big enough to grab the whole breast. Arber followed your lead and touched you just how you were asking him to do. You never let go of his hands, though.
"Is that how you like it?" He asked with his eyes on yours. You nodded and closed your eyes. "You are perfect."
He pulled you even closer and planet his lips on your belly. Slow and wet kisses, moved up to your chest and he sucked one of your nipples between his lips.
You moaned so sweetly and felt your panties dampening. "Oh Fuck"
Arber took his sweet time savouring your skin. He tasted the moth tattoo in your belly, the rose on your hip, the hydrangea in your upper thigh, the finch in above your knee, then back up to the ivy in your inner thigh, the love written in your other thigh, the little fish in you inner wrist and the song lyrics in your rib cage. You forgot about anything else, closed your eyes and focused on his lips. You focused on how they felt as he sucked marks on your breasts and his tongue played with the metal buds in your nipples. You were barely conscious of him taking your pantie off until he attached his mouth to your centre.
You had to cover your mouth to not moan loudly. Arber was looking at you and he would never forget the face you made. Fuck. He got really invested in it, he wanted you to feel good. If he could, he would ruin everyone else. He wanted you only for him. He couldn't let you go after this.
But to be honest, it was uncomfortable. He was a big guy and the posture was awkward. So he didn't even thought twice. He turned you around and you yelped. Then a big hand pressed on your lower back and you bent forward.
"Oh wow..." It was quite a picture to remember. Even more when you leaned and laid face down on the edge. "Fuck baby... You will end me"
You bit your lip and wiggled your ass and he looked at your ass cheeks and smiled. "Well, your wish is my command"
You felt his teeth sinking and you smiled while whimper left your lips. Bite me was written in bold capital letters.
"I fucking love this" He whispered against your skin before grabbing both ass cheeks.
"P-please..." You were already desperate to feel his wet mouth again.
Arber dive in again and it was even better than before. His mouth was everywhere. You were desperately grabbing into the sheets and biting down your hand to not be loud. But it was impossible. You were a whimpering mess as his tongue played with you and his lips sucked on those sensitive spots. He was eating you out like a starved man and his hands kept you in place, pressed against his hard and letting you know you wouldn't be done until he wanted to.
At some point, he leaned back for air and decided that he wanted it for longer. One of his fingers ran over your entrance.
"Arber... Please... Do something..." You weakly whispered. The pleasure had you shaky and you could barely move. You needed to come. It was coiling in your belly and you felt like you would explode.
two of his fingers quickly entered you and you whimpered against your hand. As he moved them slowly, Arber leaned forward and kissed your head. "You make the prettiest sounds, baby" He pressed another kiss on your cheek and then nibbled your earlobe.
His fingers were thick and stretching you so nicely. "T-he other w-ay" You choked out.
Arber obeyed and moved his finger in the opposite way.
You gasped for air and pushed your ass back against his hand. He bit his lip. He had you basically against his thighs, naked and shaky, not being able to form a single word. His fingers were moving exactly in the way you liked them the most, pressing against your sweet spot and making the pleasure grow faster than ever. "A-arbie..."
He kissed the curve of your back where a tattoo of a bird looked up at him. "Tell me, baby"
"I...I... Your mouth"
"You want my mouth again?"
"Y-yes... Please..."
With another bite in the Bite me tattoo, Arber pulled his fingers out and you took a deep breath. "Such a good girl"
You looked back at him, who had a smug smirk on his lips. "The best" And then you threaded your fingers on his black hair and pulled him closer to your centre. A low laugh grumbled on his chest as he grabbed your ass cheeks again and resumed his work.
"Fuck, you are so good at this" You told him.
Arber started thinking about how he maybe had a little praise kink because those words drove him crazy.
It was a matter of time before you came undone. Your sweet sounds were muffled by the sheets and your and, but your breath was loud filling the room. Arber lapped at you until you let go of his hair and tried to pull away.
His initial plan of eating you out until he got tired of it would need to wait because his need to be inside you was actually bigger now.
When he pulled back, you whined. You didn't even know why. You just did. Probably it was because of the relief you felt.
"You are so sweet, baby" He said and kissed your shoulder.
Arber picked your chin and kissed your lips, letting you taste yourself. The kiss was slow and deep. His tongue was roaming around your mouth.
When he pulled back, he let you sit in the bed before grabbing you and throwing you to the centre of it. "Fuck, that was hot" You chuckled out of breath.
Arber looked down at you as he undressed. He knew well what it was doing to you. On your post-orgasm haze, your eyes looked hungry for more. Your finger was drawing patterns in your belly as you concentrated on his moves.
"You are so... ugh" You groaned and leaned back on the bed. "You have to look like that and be that goo with your mouth and...AH!"
With a smooth move and a smile, Arber flipped you so you were now on your belly. "But I want to see you..." You pouted looking back. "Shit"
Perfect. That's how he looked.
"I also like your tattoo, by the way"
He smiled and climbed over you, one big hand tracing a path up your side and to the back of your head. He kissed you deeply once more and laid his weight on you. You huffed a bit.
Arber blindly reached into the drawer and pulled a condom out of it. He outted it on and caressed your cheek.
"Ready?"
"I have for the last half an hour"
He laughed and kissed your shoulder. Then, he positioned himself between your legs and...
"A pillow" You remembered. Clumsily, you put a pillow under your hips and wiggled your ass. He couldn't contain himself and spanked it.
You gasped and heat crept to your cheeks.
"You like it..." He teased.
"Shut up"
He spanked you again and you groaned.
"Are you going to fuck me or should I call Slaf?"
It was quick, he slid in you with no resistance and you choked on your breath. He closed his eyes for long seconds, needing a minute to get used to the feeling of your walls around him.
"Don't have anything to say now?"
"F-fuck you"
He couldn't stop kissing your face. He was fucking you deep and hard, strong thrusts of his hips made the whole bed move, but his hands were gentle and sweet with you and his lips kept you grounded with a soft kiss. Until at some point, your sounds were getting dangerously loud and he had to cover your mouth with one big hand..
It was hot. Probably the hottest thing you had done. And you took notes to ask him to put those hands around your neck instead the next time. When your friends weren't outside and probably heard the bed slamming against the wall.
But who really cared? Not you. You hadn't even realized that there was now music sounding outside because they had been more clever to muffle the sounds even before they could hear them.
You could only think of Arber, of his weight and strength as he pushed deep in you and the sounds he made.
"You feel so good... fuck..." He panted in your ear. "You are too good for me... shit... I think I'm going crazy..."
You moaned against his hand and closed your eyes. Did you want to cry? You did. It was so intense and the prior orgasm was still present. You knew you wouldn't last and Arber knew it too. He had already learnt your sounds. He had them all memorized.
And when you did, your fist clenched hard around the pillow and your other hand on his hip when you grabbed back into him. He hissed when he felt the sharp pain of your nails digging into his skin.
"Shh... Want them all to hear you?"
You came down your high with breathy moans but Arber kept moving against you until he felt his own orgasm building. "I'm going to..."
"Let me" You whimpered.
Arber pulled out and watched you get on your fours. You were tired but you wanted to make the last effort. He felt proud of himself when he saw how you were shaking. Then you took him in your mouth and he was gone. You didn't need much to have him coming. A delicate hand kept you in place but free enough to move back if you needed to.
"Shit..." He groaned when you pulled back with teary eyes and your lips wet with saliva.
You were both kneeling now in front of each other out of breath and what felt like the best sex in your life.
You cleaned your mouth with your hand and smiled at him.
"Fuck..."
Arber cupped your face and kissed you deeply. You grabbed him and crawled close. You gave yourself the pleasure to caress his body. The slow make-out session was enough for you to relax. When you pulled back, Arber smiled.
"That was..."
You giggled and nodded. "Yes"
"Not a one-time thing, right? I will hate you if you disappear now" HE said still cupping your face.
"I'd be crazy if I do that" You said with your hands on his waist.
"I like you" He confessed in the softest tone. It felt great to say it.
You bit your lip and your heart went mad. "Take me out" You said.
"Now?"
"No, not now, idiot"
He laughed and kissed you again.
"Saturday?"
"That's perfect" You pecked his lips and pushed his sweaty hair back. "Can we shower?"
He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes and pushed his chest. And yes, you had another round in the shower before sleeping like two babies.
In the morning, you kissed his shoulder and cheek before getting the clothes he was supposed to give you last night. Outside, you found Slaf sleeping on the sofa.
You moved around the kitchen and looked for the things you needed to start with breakfast. Until you heard heavy steps behind you.
"Morning"
"Morning, Juraj"
"It's nice to see you standing this morning, YN"
You showed him a finger and he laughed.
"Dickhead"
"I told you he would like those them. What did I say? They will drive him nuts"
You laughed and nodded. "You were right, kiddo"
"Not a kid, YN"
"Yeah, whatever"
Arber found you two laughing in the kitchen but he didn't feel that jealousy anymore.
"Hey"
You turned to look at him and smiled to yourself when you saw him only wearing sweats.
"Good morning"
"Indeed" He said and walked to you before side hug you and kissing your head. "Smells good"
"Yeah. Juraj, wake Jordan up and tell him breakfast is ready"
"Mum and Dad need alone time, understood"
Arber and you laughed but as soon as he was out, Arber cupped your cheeks and gave you a sweet good morning kiss.
"What were you laughing at?"
You bit your lip and winked at him. "A secret of ours"
You wouldn't tell Arber that when he had been dying of jealousy, Juraj had been encouraging you to talk more to him and had convinced you that Arber actually liked you.
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Punk Princess
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Eddie really was just trying to get through the day unnoticed by Tommy and his goons. He’d been prepared to spend his second senior year with his head down and his eyes on the graduation prize. So when he heard whispers through the halls about some ‘freak’ he felt dread coil in his stomach. He hasn’t even done anything yet, it was the first day of classes for shit sake and he’d been late getting in.
So when he was scurrying around the halls trying to find a pen in his backpack, glancing up at Tommy’s voice and spotting a literal punk god with Robin Buckley hanging off his arm he was a little surprised. But when his eyes tracked over the body of the other boy, he’s pretty sure his brain completely just turned off when he caught a glimpse of the face attached to the body.
Steve fucking Harrington in all his glory was wearing a cropped mesh top, and what looked to be a black battle vest. But that wasn’t the end of what the fuck was happening because his hair was shaved on the sides and his face, Jesus Christ his face, was painted with a black charcoal around his pretty brown eyes, and fuck was that a piercing in his lip? In his eyebrow??
Hold the fuck on is that a hanky in his back pocket?
Eddie’s pretty sure he made some kind of noise as he stumbled and spilled the contents of his backpack over the hall floors, scrambling to pick it all up while his eyes were still locked firmly on Steve.
He’s pretty sure Tommy had said something towards him at that point but his brain hadn’t even fully booted back up when he watched a determined look coat Steve’s face as he drew the other guys attention back to himself. Eddie couldn’t stop the noise he made at that pretty sure his entire face was tomato red now as Steve shot him a soft smile.
“They’re called shit kickers.” Steve offers, catching Tommy’s gaze. “Wanna find out why?”
And for fucks sake, no one, no one should look that attractive stating they were going to basically kick someone's face in, but Eddies pretty sure he just completely blue screened because the next time he was even aware he had a body, Gareth was pulling him away from the scene where a teacher had at some point stepped in.
Eddie noted with disappointment that it looked like Steve hadn’t gotten to give Tommy a demonstration after all.
“Eddie..” The tone Gareth took was a long cultivated one, used specifically when Steve Harrington was involved, and Eddie cringed before smoothing out his expression, he was prepared to go on a long winded rant about how jocks were apparently stealing the looks outcasts had spent years creating and getting ridiculed for.
He knows that's what he was going to say.
“Holy shit Gareth I want to get down on my knees and worship that man.” Is what ends up coming out, and Gareth’s face does a weird mix of disgusted and unsurprised, his brows twisting together.
“Christ Eddie.”
“Did you see him Gareth? I’m pretty sure my brain had to do a full reboot.” Just as they were rounding the corner to their shared first period class, Eddie's feet stopped working and he stumbled roughly into a very firm back. The head attached to said back turned around slightly with a startled expression that turned into a smirk and honestly Eddie shouldn’t be surprised his brain goes offline again, because holy fuck.
“You sure do trip a lot, Munson.” Steve's voice comes out with a well practiced boredness to it that should be insulting, if it wasn’t for the playful twinkle in his eyes as he turns around and faces Eddie, who’s being manhandled to standing back up straight by Gareth. Eddie can feel the snarky, playful reply on the tip of his tongue, his whole body alight with the fact that finally, finally for the first time Steve is talking to him. Eddie is only slightly ashamed to admit that he’d spent a few sleepless nights imagining what he would say if he ever got to talk to Steve. So subtle flirting is what he’s prepared and ready to throw out at him.
“Only if I can lick those boots.” Is what comes out instead. Eddie is pretty sure he feels his face explode, because what the hell?? Fucking get on the same page he shoots the thought to his brain and mouth filter as he pulls a chunk of hair up to cover his face. Steve looks startled for a second, before a slow devilish smile spreads across his face.
“I’m more into being the one that does the boot licking, but I’ll keep that in mind, babe.”
Eddies pretty sure he goes into cardiac arrest right there in the hallway.
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#Punk!Steve#Punk Steve#Steve Harrington#Eddie Munson#Steddie#Steddie fic#Gareth is a good friend if not a little done with Eddies shit#God this is so fun to write#Punk Princess fic
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Falling Away With You | Ch. 36
Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Chapter Summary: This one hops around a lot, as you prepare for the SDV Fair!
Author’s Note: Won't be able to put this out tomorrow, so y'all get it a day early this week! ^^
Pretend for this chapter that the crop fairy can work her magic on trees too lol.
This is chopped up a few times; each break is a different day, in this case. The final one takes inspo/some dialogue from the RomRas mod, and Susan and Andy (mentioned earlyish in the chapter) are more characters from SVE.
I also highly recommend you check out my FAWY Minis series before reading this chapter, if you haven’t already! Specifically the Abigail POV ^^
Sorry for the long blurb. Enjoy and take care! x
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“Oof!”
I fall from one of my peach trees, landing flat on my ass. Ow… That’s probably gonna bruise sooo badly.
This shrub in particular has fully grown already – seemingly overnight, which was weird to wake up to – but there’s only one fruit on it. I know peaches are out of season, but I’m curious about the fella, considering the almost impossible speed at which it sprouted.
“I’ll get you, fucker,” I mumble, standing back up stretching my arms. My shoulders and spine crack loudly. Ough.
Cannoli is a few feet away, watching me suffer. Meowing at me curiously, maybe encouragingly too… Or demeaningly. I’d bet it’s the second.
I plant my boot against a particularly thick piece of bark and grabby-hand towards the nearest branch I can reach. After a whispered countdown from three, I hop and grip, bringing myself to hang from it with a grunt. I gain momentum by swinging a little – my gloves are protecting me from splinters – and then plant the soles of my boots against the outskirt of the fruit bat cave, only about two or three feet away from me.
I use the leverage to reposition myself, crawling to the side a bit. Then, I swing my lower body back towards the tree; wrapping my legs around the trunk, luckily landing them in a small section where I won’t be impaled by twigs. I’m able to shimmy my way up a smidge from there before I start to feel the structure wobble.
Frustrated, I whisper to myself, “Why is it…?” I peek my head over and find Cannoli climbing up the opposite side of the tree. Then, he bolts at the branch nearest my face.
“OY, CAT!”
I put an arm up to swat the air near him, hoping it’ll shoo him away, but fail to realize how hard it is to actually stay koala’d onto a such a thick base.
“Fuck!” I yelp, and in a panic, I don’t think to grab the branch. I pat at the tree while I begin slipping, trying to find somewhere to plant onto, before falling again.
This time, I land on – or rather, in – something softer than anticipated. I blink a few times before reality hits me. I’m in Magnus’ arms. Looking up at his face in disbelief, I discover his brows upturned with worry, while his eyes and lips are clearly hinting at amusement.
As the realization sets in – that Magnus caught me, despite me and Cannoli having been alone seconds ago – I let out a short, dull scream.
His eyes widen and gasps. “W-what?!” he asks. He sounds offended.
“When the fuck did you get here?!”
Magnus laughs, now having a better grasp of the situation. “I was speaking with Linus over there,” he nods towards the backwoods, “and sensed something was awry.”
I look at the cave, then back at him, noticing that I’d wind up horribly injured if I’d actually fallen backwards from my original spot. My skull woulda slammed into that.
“S-so you… how the fuck did you teleport here in time to catch me though?!”
The wizard shrugs. “Luck.”
I feel my heart beating a million beats a minute, both from the experience as a whole, and then from becoming painfully aware that I’m being held so delicately by Magnus. Ripping me from my thoughts, Cannoli hops down from the branch onto my tummy.
“You little shit…” I mutter to him.
“I presume he had something to do with it?”
“Unfortunately...”
I hold the cat closer to me, petting him as Magnus sets me back down on my feet. I sigh in defeat as I realize the issue at hand can be solved with the help of a taller person.
“Think you can help me grab this peach?” I wince, looking up at the elemental while gesturing towards the wooden death trap.
Magnus grins smugly between the tree and I. “Where is it?” he asks, biting back a chuckle.
Fuckin’ tall people, man… always so cocky.
After putting Cannoli on the ground, I inch my head closer to the trunk to look through the leaves, and point to the nearly-hidden fruit. With very little effort, Magnus reaches in and plucks it off the branch.
“Thanks,” I mutter, removing a glove and letting him drop the fruit into my naked hand. I inspect it a little, rub it on the not-yet-dirtied front of my overalls, then bite down. It crunches, and it’s not very sweet. Not at all ripe. “Blegh…”
“Surely it’s not that bad.”
Scowling a smidge, I shake my head and hold up the peach for him. I expected Magnus to take it from me, but instead, he dips his head down to bite it right from my hand.
I avoid his eyes as my cheeks flush, bringing the peach back down in front of me and twirling it in my grasp. I take note of the size difference in our bites just as he hums nonchalantly.
“I’ve had worse.”
“Well yeah, I’d assume so.” I meet his gaze, mischief brewing within me. “You’re ancient.”
“I’m considered young for my kind, thank you!”
“Yeah, whatever grandpa.” Magnus snorts out a laugh as I jokingly roll my eyes at him. “Go get back to Linus.”
“Ah, such a tremendous way of thanking me for servicing you,” he quips back.
I hold out the peach again. Magnus takes it from me, tilting his head.
Through a shit-eating grin, I explain, “A ‘thank you’ gift.”
The tall wizard grimaces at the fruit, before shrugging and rolling his eyes playfully. Then, he swivels it a bit, finding where I had already bitten it. He holds it up for me to see.
I furrow my brows. The fuck is he doing? I think to myself, crossing my arms at his dramatic presentation.
Then, Magnus chomps down in the same spot where I did prior. That’s not the part that matters, though, even if it is a bit cheeky, in a very juvenile sense.
It’s that he fucking winks at me as he bites the fruit, his eyes deepening from burgundy to blood-red, while some juice drips down his chin. In the blink of an eye, he vanishes into thin air, leaving a few flecks of quickly-dissipating, magicky glitter in his stead.
…I’m blushing.
Why am I blushing?
That was sooo fucking corny and cringey and DUMB and I’m blushing about it.
After taking a deep breath to calm myself, I trudge over towards my pumpkin patch. Gotta keep my fingers crossed that I’ll have at least one thing other than corn to use in the fair competition this weekend.
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“Sebby.”
“I am Sebby.”
“Hear me out.”
“I am hearing?”
“Excellent.” Excitedly, I pat at his kitchen counter. “What if I just don’t enter the competition?”
“Why, though?” he looks to his left at me, distracted from the salmon he’s been slicing into sashimi. “You’ve got a fuckton of corn to submit.”
“Yeah, but I only have corn,” I whine. “What if Lewis doesn’t even like corn? I’ll be screwed.”
“Could cook something with it to spice things up a little.”
“You want me to submit cooked food in a produce-centric grange display?”
“Marnie does it all the time.”
My shoulders fall. “Yeah but Marnie’s, like, a goddess at farming. Of course she gets away with adding other things into the mix. I don’t even have animals yet—“
“Baby,” Seb laughs, “even if you don’t win, you’re gonna do great for your first time. Remember how much everyone loved your blueberries?”
Pouting, I nod, before leaning my arms on the counter. I observe the gentle movements of Seb’s large, pale hands as he slices the last bit of fish.
“And have you even tried your corn yet?”
I shake my head. Having seen me from the corner of his eyes, Seb looks at me with a soft smile.
“Can’t hurt to give it a shot. I’m sure cornbread or something would get you at least third place.”
“Yeah, out of, like—” I do some quick math. Marnie and Shane, Pierre, that Andy dude and Susan lady who are around but never really around… “out of six of us!”
“It’s not last,” he points, tapping my head.
I sound like a total brat, but don’t care. Too grumpy. “But I want first place.”
“You sound like such a little shit,” he jests.
“I know...”
I roll my face onto my forearms before lazily lifting myself off my resting spot, following Seb to the table. We sit across from each other and I tuck my knees to myself.
I continue, “I’m just worried this will somehow deem me unworthy of being a farmer, I dunno. It’s the first time I really feel like one, now that I’m being pitted against the others.” I fidget with the necklace Welwick gave me. Hm, she’s gonna be there… “I wish I could just show off how good at magic I’ve gotten or some shit instead.”
“Lewis would fuckin’ faint.”
“Might even burn me at a stake.” I gasp, then jokingly suggest, “I’ll use magic to threaten him into letting me win!”
“You wicked witch!” Seb laughs after scoffing in feigned fear.
I do my best impression at a stereotypical evil witch laugh. It’s not good, but it gets the point across.
Through a mouthful of sashimi, Seb points at me and warns, “That’sh offenshive to witchesh.”
“I am a witch now!” I chuckle. “I have the right to do that.” I reach across the table and steal a piece of fish off Seb’s plate. “Also, isn’t this offensive towards Gerard?” I flop the salmon for dramatic effect before shoving it in my mouth.
“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him,” my boyfriend slyly utters with a wink.
I’m once again reminded that I’m a huge sucker for being winked at. My cheeks feel fuzzy, and I cover them behind the sleeves of my hoodie.
“You’re a terrible father.”
“I think making him watch us eat this would be worse.”
“Yeah… how’s he doing in his new set-up, by the way?”
Seb handled the heavy lifting with that money-wise and bought a tank, filter, and some lamps off Craigslist; I took care of finding substrate, fun props, and more nutritious food, but haven’t actually seen them in use yet.
“You’ll see,” Seb grins, motioning for us to head down there after putting his plate in the sink. “Little man’s thriving now. He’s like a whole new fish.”
“Our little emo is growing up so fast.”
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“What the fuck do you mean Joja Cola tastes good in pie?!” Abby asks. Her mic fuckin’ blows, especially when she raises her voice — it’s kinda messing with my senses a bit — but it gets the job done.
Sam defends, “It binds and sweetens or somethin’, I dunno!” He then mutters, “I just saw it on TikTok…”
I stop what I’m doing and lean on the countertop in my kitchen. I took up Seb’s suggestion to make cornbread, which is what I’m doing now. Making homemade cornmeal for it was a hassle – had to borrow Marnie’s food processor for it, Yoba bless that woman – but I got’er done.
“Why are you trusting some crusty teenagers on TikTok to give cooking advice?” I mutter, hoping it’s loud enough that it gets picked up with my phone on Speaker.
“It wasn’t a teenager!”
“It so was,” Abby exhales.
“I don’t think it was…”
I whine at the thought of Sam pouring a ton of soda into a pie crust just because someone said to. Incorrigible, this guy! “Samsonnn.”
“Ah. Don’t say my name like that.”
Abby groans. “Ew! Okay, so does everyone in town have the hots for (y/n) or something?”
I blush, but tease, “Oh, everyone?”
Catching my drift, Sam goes along with it. “Everyone would mean you too, Abigail.”
“W-what?!”
“Wait, jokes aside, why do so many people seem to have the hots for me here?” I question. “It was never like this in fuckin’ Zuzu…”
“Who else does, besides Sebby and Sam?” Abby asks.
“And you.”
“Sam I swear to fucking god–”
I feel flustered for a moment, first at the prospect of Abby crushing on me. Is that why she’s been so much less psychotic about Seb and more normal about me, ever since our late-night escapade to Magnus’ house?
Next, the frazzling is at the realization that I can’t actually reveal much to them. I don’t want them knowing about all the weird shit going on with Magnus, nor do I think Magnus even wants them to know he exists… at least not yet.
Then, I remember Alex’s awkward attempts at flirtation.
“That Mullner dude,” I interrupt Sam and Abby’s bickering to reveal.
“Oh, yuck!” Abby scoffs.
“I know, right?” I giggle, resuming my whisking.
“He’s not all that bad,” Sam suggests.
He punctuates his sentence by cursing under his breath. I can faintly hear his keyboard clacking away in the background. Must’ve just started playing something.
The bloop of someone entering the call comes through my phone, but I don’t check to see who it is. Nobody greets them either, as Abby continues, “Yeah, okay. He thirsts for anyone with a pulse and a pussy.”
I snort, wiping some rogue flour onto my apron. “Such a way with words.”
“The fuck did I just join into?” Seb asks.
“Alex is a horny piece of shit,” Abby claims, as Sam simultaneously announces, “Abby loves (y/n).”
“Samson,” she growls. I can tell by the annunciation that it’s through clenched teeth.
I mentally note that Sam doesn’t tell her not to say his full name “like that.”
“Is this true?” Seb chuckles.
“Alex being gross?” she responds, avoiding the question. Huh… “Yeah, he’s disgusting.”
“Putrid, even,” I tack on. “Hey, you done with today’s coding yet?” I ask Seb.
“Almost, why?”
“Wanna be a cornbread taste tester?”
“Not particularly…”
Another Discord bloop. Victor, maybe?
“I’ll do it!” Sam offers.
Loving the enthusiasm, I laugh. “Yeah?”
“Hell yeah!”
“Simp,” Seb, Abby and I all say. For me and Abby, it’s more of a chant, whereas Seb’s phrasing sounds tired.
Victor (I was right!) announces his presence by asking, “Oh, is Sam simping for (y/n) again?”
“I fucking despise every single one of you,” Sam laughs. It sounds like a pained laugh. So much pain…
Speaking of—
I hear a crash nearby, and my head whips to the left. My turn for pain. It’s only fair, I fuckin’ guess.
“Who was that?” Victor asks.
“God damnit! Cannoli!”
“Ooo,” I can practically hear Abby wincing. “Bummer.”
“Merrrp!”
“Listen to him… he sounds so proud,” Seb chuckles at the cat.
Cannoli hops down from the counter and tries to walk away as if he didn’t just knock over – and shatter – a mug I was drinking from just a few minutes ago. One of my favorite mugs! Little bastard. I push aside my lamentation and quickly scoop him up, carefully trying to avoid any ceramic pieces and hoping that Cannoli didn’t step in any either.
Unfortunately, I step on a tiny sliver that my eye hadn’t caught.
“MOTHERFUCKER–” I seethe. “Be right back…”
I curse profuse amounts through my teeth with a bloody foot and tears welling in my eyes as I hobble to the bathroom to grab my little kit of medical supplies. Before leaving, I put Cannoli down, proceeding to close him in.
He yells from behind the door, which I get. Truly. He’s probably all like, “Hey mom, what the fuck, there’s no little door for me in here! Let me out, wench!”
But, I don’t want him to walk into any of this while I’m trying to clean it. Tough luck, kitty, I think to myself, You played yourself.
I hop back to the kitchen on one leg and hoist myself up onto the counter, not caring if it’s a little floured. Aside from some soft giggles and hushed speculations about what’s going on, the Discord call is quiet.
“I have been impaled,” I announce.
“What?” Abby snorts, while Sam, Seb, and Victor all repeat it with more panic in their voices. “What?!”
“Cat knocked over a mug,” I wince as I yoink the chip out of my foot. “Ow!” I whisper, placing it down next to me. “I stepped on a piece.”
“You gonna be okay?” Sam asks. “I can come over sooner if–”
Abby cuts him off. “Siiimp!”
I feel bad for laughing – Sam truly is such a good guy and an amazing friend – but it’s so funny to hear him get roasted because of how hard he’s still crushing on me.
“Abby, chill,” I try to defend him. Unfortunately, my howling isn’t helping him. Sam groans while Abby and Victor laugh like a bunch of goblins. “I’ll be fine, Sam, but thank you.” I dab some rubbing alcohol on the wound. “Fuck, why does applying first-aid have to hurt so much?”
“You’re doing great, dear,” Seb cheers me on.
The purple-haired creature mutters, “You’re a simp too, Sebby.”
“Would be weird if I wasn’t,” my boyfriend points out.
“Whatever. Hey (y/n), shouldn’t you know better than to leave fragile things within cat-whacking distance?” Abby eggs on.
She’s extra feral today, I see.
I heighten the pitch of my voice and add an obnoxious rasp to it. Abby doesn’t sound anything like this, but it’ll do the job, I reckon. “‘Shouldn’t you know better than to, to, t-to–‘” I return to my normal voice before finishing with, “Shut the fuck up, Abigail.”
“Ew!” She cackles. “I don’t sound like that!”
“You do to me.”
“And me,” Seb adds, while Sam and Victor are busy mumbling to each other. Sounds like the game Sam’s been playing is co-op with Victor.
“Y’all are losers,” Abby sulks.
After finally bandaging my wound, I condescendingly coo, “It’s okay babygirl, we’re—“
Her voice quivering, Abby cuts me off, “O-oh, don’t say that.”
“...y-your… losers…” I whisper, trailing off.
The call goes silent.
Oh.
Oh no, she does have a crush on me, doesn’t she?
“…Why not, baby?” I tease.
Abby hangs up.
The call stays silent.
My jaw is dropped, and I can hear Sam starting to snort out a laugh he seems to have been holding in.
“Oh my god,” Seb mumbles incredulously. “So I guess that’s the real reason she’s so nice to you, now.”
“I’m— I’m really not that special, I don’t… I don’t get… why…?” I blab, my face beet red.
“To be fair,” Victor speaks up, “you did sound kinda… what’s the word…?”
“Sexy?” Seb suggests.
“I mean…” Victor sighs. “Okay.” Oh no. “Look, dude. (Y/n). Pal.” Vic, no… “I don’t feel how they all do, but like… you kinda…”
I hang up before Victor can finish. I can’t do this. My face is hot as I begin sweeping the shards of my broken cup off the floor.
Seriously, I am really not special! I’m a little cute I guess, but surely not the prettiest person ever. I’m the height of a fuckin’ child – hell, Vincent is nearly as tall as me and he’s what? Like, eight? I don’t think my voice is that nice. I’m weird as shit…
Maybe they’re all just so deprived of human contact outside of what they’d all experienced in and around the valley growing up that I seem like a total catch? Maybe I just so happen to be all of their types?
Maybe it’s something to do with magic?
…I’ve gotta ask Magnus.
I invade him instantly, “Is now a good time to ask a weird question?”
“Ack! H-hello to you too.”
“Sorry for the sudden intrusion,” I rub my face as I add, “Hello, Magnus. Sorry… again. I’m frazzled.”
“Clearly,” he seems to smile. “Ask away.”
“Does being a witch somehow make me more fuckable?”
“Fucking hell, (y/n)!”
“Sorry!”
We’re both laughing — I can tell by the way he’s cutting in and out, as if we’re on a phone with faulty reception, that his laughter is just as physical as it is psychic, just like mine. But I can also tell how confused Magnus is.
I give him context as I finally release Cannoli from the confines of the washroom.
Magnus takes a moment before answering, “I— Hm… what’s the best way to explain this…?”
“No need for formalities.”
“Alright. You are indeed very alluring.”
“M-Magnus?!” I squeak in real life, and can only assume it might’ve come out in my head-voice too.
“What? Is there a problem, dear?” He sounds sooo condescending. Yoba… “You said there was no need for—“
“I know what I said! I just…” I groan, verbally and mentally. “Y-you… I didn’t expect you to just…” I sigh.
There aren’t butterflies in my tummy, but a whole fucking jungle of bugs.
Also, I’m horny now.
“Apologies.”
I don’t believe that for a second. He knows what he did. I can’t hear it or see it, but I have a gut feeling about it.
Avoiding revealing anything more, I ask, “So does it have anything to do with magic or not?”
“They do say that we mages have more of a… unique aura about ourselves. Even the most average of us tend to catch eyes—“
“Well then why didn’t you just say that in the first place?!” I practically whine into his brain.
“I suspected you’d have quite an adorable reaction.” Oh. “I was correct.” Oh no.
Nothing about this is inherently sexy, but boy is it doing a number on me.
I sigh.
“I… fuck. T-thank you for the help, bye.”
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“Ohohohhh! Come to mama!” I hear Leah murmur jovially from a few bushes away. I peer over and giggle at her contagious enthusiasm. “Check this baby out,” Leah beams at me, waving me over.
I abandon the bramble I’d been picking blackberries from to see what my friend’s so excited about. Beneath Leah’s bush, whose branches she’s parted, is a large, wavy-topped mushroom. Looks as if a dandelion and a fungus had a child.
“Shit,” I murmur. “What kind is that?”
“Chanterelle!” She carefully plucks it from the ground, standing upright so we can both get a better view. Twirling it by the stem within her freckled fingers, she explains, “This would probably boost your score a bit, if you want to submit it tomorrow.”
“You think so?”
“Of course… under one condition.”
“Hm?” I meet Leah’s face, and she has a mischievous smirk on her plump, reddish-glossed lips.
“I get to keep it afterwards.”
“Hell yeah, I can work with that!” Our fingers touch lightly as she passes me the shroom, and she walks towards her next foraging spot while I peer down at the chanterelle more. “S’this thing edible?”
“Mhm,” she responds. I plop it on top of the berries and plums in my basket, carefully cradling the vessel to my tummy as I jog to catch up to Leah. “Tasty, too. I like making them into spreads or putting them in stews, personally.”
After humming at how delicious that sounds, I whine, “I wish I had half the food-creativity you do.”
I crouch down to a ring of common cremini mushrooms, gazing at how cute it looks before plucking a few. These ones don’t seem good for the fair, but now that Leah’s mentioned spreads, I wanna try making my own. Maybe I could put it on some toast, with roasted potatoes, maybe with some cooked spinach mixed in there too… mmm.
My stomach grumbles. I eat a few blackberries to quiet it down.
“When foraging is how you get most of your food,” Leah responds, “you’ve got no choice but to get a little fancy with– oooh my god!”
My head whips up, and through a mouthful of berries, I ask, “What’sh up?!”
When Leah doesn’t answer, I look towards where she’s looking and swallow. I can vaguely make out a tall, ghostly, purple-haired figure within the trees.
Oh no.
“Er…”
“Who are you?!”
Oh fuck. Leah sounds terrified. I stay crouched where I am, unsure of whether or not to reveal that I know the wizard.
“...How is it suspended?”
…
What?
“What?” she asks.
Magnus steps closer. Leah backs away.
“What is trembling?”
What is he even saying to her?!
Each of them takes another step – Magnus forward, Leah back.
Leah peers in my direction, her lavender eyes pleading for help. Fuck. I look at Magnus. He didn’t even seem to know I was here; looks just as scared as Leah, and surprised too, as he notices my presence. I tentatively stand, making my way over to her.
Leah pulls me closer by the hand as soon as I’m within reach – her palm is clammy – and leans down towards my face, softly mumbling, “This guy just walked out of the woods and started speaking in tongues…” Her view is still plastered on Magnus, whose deep pink eyes are avoiding ours in what I’m assuming is embarrassment. “It’s really freaking me out!”
My brows upturn, worried for both of them and pushing aside how flustered I am at this closeness, as I inspect the elemental. His eyes finally meet mine. I wince.
“What… w-what… is… up?”
Oh.
“...Have you been studying slang?” Magnus nods. “I know you know how to say ‘what’s up,’” I prod, “so what was that?”
“I froze up!” he defends.
“You know this creep?!” Leah whisper-yells at me. I give her hand a squeeze.
“He’s okay, Lee,” I reassure her through a pained smile. I turn my attention to the wizard again. “U-uh, you’re scaring her,” I inform him, “Please stop.”
His orbs widen. “I apologize,” he practically pleads. Leah’s head tilts while she cautiously eyes him up. “I have decided to apply recently learned phrases to casual conversation,” he explains to us. “I want to form new connections with the people of this town.” My heart breaks. I’m proud of him for trying, but… man… this is not boding well. “Perhaps I require more practice.”
Leah and I both nod.
“You know I’d be happy to help, right?” I offer.
“Of course.” He faces Leah again. “I… Truly, I apologize. I hope to be more adept in mortal communication when we next meet, young Leah.”
“Mortal…?” she whispers. Magnus teleports away. So much for hiding his magic. Leah yelps. Slowly, she turns towards me. “What the fu–”
“I’ll explain while we walk back.”
“O-okay…” She links her arm through mine, making me blush, fuck, and we head east, navigating our way out of the woods.
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Love me Mercilessly Kakashi x Akami
Chapter 24: Devour
word count: 6.3k
warnings: [18+ minors dni] gratuitous smut, nsfw, fellatio, fluff
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Sasuke learns more about Kami-chans' perverted mask friend, and he appreciates his presence in her life...just a tiny bit.
Things heat up with Kami and Kashi
Ever since Kakashi’s brush with death he hadn’t made a move. When Akami sat with him he’d randomly knead her hip or stroke her thigh, but that was it. On occasion (when she thought Sasuke wasn’t around) she would play with his hair or graze his arm. He was healing what more could she do?
Now that he was back on active duty she hoped he would do something, anything. She figured if he could make a move while bleeding out on her bathroom floor, there was no reason he couldn’t do it now. But she hadn’t heard from him in days, it was like radio silence.
That was until one random Sunday morning she heard a curt knock on her front door. Akami threw her robe on—but she didn’t bother to close it over the cropped tank top and leggings that stopped just above her knee—She swung the door open…No one was there. She glanced down to find a large to-go coffee and a pastry bag on the stoop. She recognized the smell of the sumatra blend without needing to read the label—it was from Akimichi's, her favorite.
There was a note scrawled onto the side of the pastry bag and she’d know that sloppy handwriting anywhere.
Dinner to say thanks?
P.s. the taiyaki is for the kid– not you
She smiled, he wanted to thank her and she wanted to thank him.
Kakashi let her work on the report in his apartment and he didn’t mind in the slightest when she brought Sasuke over. Even though he was rude and all they did was bicker. Kakashi even hauled Sakumos’ typewriter out of his old home. He wouldn’t let the house go and occasionally paid someone to clean it. He hadn’t been there in years, but he went and got her that typewriter she didn’t even know existed...
She’d have to ask Sasuke first of course, but today she promised to help him train.
After he scarfed down the Taiyaki they started with kata. She guided Sasuke through the stances and helped him work on his taijutsu.
Sasuke begged Akami to show him some more ninjutsu, insisting he could already do the Uchiha coming of age fireball technique. She insisted she believed him but would rather he not demonstrate within their lush fire hazard of a backyard. She also reassured him she’d help with shuriken as soon as she got him a proper target.
With the promise to find somewhere more suited for fire style training, Akami suggested he work on chakra control instead. She preferred the walking on water method but they had this wonderful maple tree in the yard. She showed him how to walk right up the side, explaining how to focus chakra only where you needed it. He tried and tried but couldn’t get more than a few steps up the tree before falling back on his butt.
“Hey kid let’s take a break.” She didn’t really expect him to be able to do it, but he could at least get a better feel for his chakra. At his age he was probably using it and barely noticing.
“I’m sorry Kami-chan,” he grumbled with a frown.
“Why are you sorry, it’s not a big deal you’ll get it when you get it. Besides chakra ain’t everything.”
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“Well everyone runs out eventually and if you learn to rely��only on your chakra you’re fucked.”
He tilted his head at her, not fully understanding.
Akami pointed to a big sturdy branch a few feet off the ground. “Bet you could climb up there without chakra.” She said,
He looked at her unsure, the branch seemed pretty high to get to all by himself.
“Look, just do what I do. But I bet once you’re up there you’ll find something that feels right, go with it, trust your instincts.”
Akami put her foot flat on the tree trunk and grabbed the lowest branch she could find, wrapping her arms around it. She had to take into account his tiny limbs. She pushed off with her feet and swung around the branch to straddle it and waited for Sasuke to do the same.
“Don’t worry I won’t let you fall.” She called down to him.
Sasuke grumbled as his legs dangled over the branch but he pushed himself up just like Kami-chan.
Akami stood using the trunk of the tree to lean on and found foot holds in the bark and smaller branches that could support her weight. Again when she got to the top she waited for Sasuke.
The higher they climbed the more confident Sasuke became, so Akami followed his lead instead.
Sasuke almost slipped when his foot scraped against the bark but he figured out a better path and made it to the thick branch that split off from the base of the tree. Akami plopped down beside him.
He smiled as he looked down at his feet swinging so far from the ground. The grass seemed worlds away. He pointed in glee when he realized they could see clearly over the roof of their house.
“That’s my boy,” she said, sliding her hand through his hair. “I knew you could do it.”
They sat in the tree and talked for hours.
He mentioned some of the kids in his class and she was surprised to recognize a few names. She wondered if she should be worried he didn’t have many friends but it seemed like he chose not to and well she didn’t have friends growing up either, the ones she did make all ended up dead.
She couldn’t blame him for shutting out the world. Even if there were still people who cared about him.
“Sasuke?” Akami said, “Kakashi wanted to know if it would be okay with you if he came over to make us dinner. He wants to thank us for helping him.” Akami hoped her careful wording let him know he had a choice...
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The Night Before
Ship/Pair: Bat bois // ACOTAR
Setting: The night before Cassian and Nesta’s wedding. Velaris.
Warnings: Language.
Rhysand and Azriel stood side by side at the edge of the training ring on top of the House of Wind, waiting to see when Cassian would noticed they’ve arrived.
“Think he’s nervous?”
“Now, what would make you think he’s nervous?”
Cassian was currently running in place, sprinting in place, his back turned to them, his wings opening and closing as he did so, shouting one word, over and over and over again….
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK…..
“He is about to give himself to Nesta,” Rhys chuckled, his arms crossed, “you know, forever.”
“Hmm.” Azriel snorted, shaking his head. “True. Maybe it’s the nerves that made him lose track of time.”
Rhysand looked down at his attire, then Azriel’s. Rhysand wore black slacks and a blazer while Azriel sported his finest trousers and a thick, wool sweater with his sleeves rolled up. To Rhysand’s amusement, Azriel had even brushed through his dark, cropped hair for once.
Cassian, however, had clearly lost track of the time. Rhysand had told him that morning that he and Azriel would be there at seven sharp and that he should be ready to go.
“Go where?” Cassian had asked.
“It’s a surprise. Just wear something nice.”
“Fine.” Cassian had replied, mischief glittering in his bright, hazel eyes. “Seven?”
“Seven.”
“I’ll be ready.”
It was nearing seven-thirty and Cassian was drenched in sweat wearing nothing but his training pants. Even his feet were bare, his boots tossed by the edge of the ring.
He was still running in place, swearing at the wide open Velaris sky.
“Enough is enough,” Rhysand sighed. “How should we announce our presence? Yelling in his mind or tackling him for the hell of it?”
Azriel took a moment to consider. “Yell in his mind. I don’t want to get his sweat all over me. Washing wool is a bitch.”
Rhysand laughed quietly and nodded. A moment later, Cassian let out one final, “FUCK!” before jumping a few feet in the air and spinning around to meet the eyes of a grinning Azriel and Rhysand.
His chest was rising and falling rapidly, the sweat he’d been producing falling down his skin in streams. “How - how long have you been standing there? What time is it?”
“Half past seven,” Rhysand said, his grin not faltering. “And for long enough to watch how you handle panic.”
“And this guy commands our armies?” Azriel muttered.
Cassian tossed them both a vulgar gesture. “I was just getting an extra work out in before tomorrow,” he said, his breathing finally beginning to steady. “I’ll go get changed then we can go.”
Usually Cassian would have gifted them with a smile of his own by now, but he hadn’t. His shoulders were tense, his brows furrowed, something like worry settled in his eyes.
Azriel must’ve noticed it too, because he asked, “You okay?”
“Yes,” Cassian said, a little too quickly.
Azriel and Rhysand exchanged a look.
“What?” Cassian asked, sweeping past them, unwinding the tape from his knuckles.
Rhysand and Azriel followed Cassian through the door and down the steps until they were inside the House of Wind, following Cassian down the hall to his bedroom.
“Just look a little stressed,” Azriel noted. “That’s all.”
“Why would I be stressed?” Cassian followed, leading the way, his back facing them.
“Marriage is a big deal,” Rhysand noted. “The mating ceremony is a big deal.”
“Which is why we’re doing it,” Cassian said, sarcasm lacing his tone as he threw open his bedroom door and stalked into he and Nesta’s room.
Nesta was with her sisters and friends, the ladies having a party of their own. She had left the night before, all of them escaping to the cabin for a pre-wedding getaway.
Azriel and Rhysand exchanged another look, this one a little more worried than the last.
Cassian had gone into the washroom and washed his face, then ran a brush through his hair. After that, he stalked to his wardrobe and threw it open. After a moment of standing with his hands on his hips, he yelled, “Damn it, will you help me?!”
A black tunic was thrown from the closet at Cassian’s face. Apparently, the house was feeling sassy this evening.
Cassian cursed, taking the shirt and throwing it aside. “No need to be rude,” he muttered, and pulled a button-down shirt off a hanger and shrugged it onto his shoulders.
As he began to button it up, his fingers shook.
Rhysand sighed, walking toward his lifelong friend and grabbing his wrists, slowly guiding them to Cassian’s side. He took Cassian’s face in his hands and forced him to meet his eyes.
“It’s okay to be nervous,” Rhysand said, calmly. “It’s okay to be terrified.”
Cassian swallowed, but said nothing.
Rhysand’s steady fingers moved to the buttons on Cassian’s shirt and began buttoning them, one by one.
“If you weren’t nervous, we’d seriously worry about you,” Azriel noted, leaning against Cassian’s wall, next to his wardrobe. “Your cocky ass has to be insecure about something, eventually.”
“I’m not insecure,” Cassian snapped.
Azriel lifted a brow in his brother’s direction.
Cassian sighed and tried again. “I’m not insecure. I know that I want to marry Nesta. She’s my mate, and a wedding is important to her, for me to be her husband, and her my wife, no matter how human it seems. I know this is what I want to do.”
“Just because it’s what you want doesn’t mean that you’re not allowed to be nervous,” Rhysand said, finishing the buttons and stepping back. “You need a jacket.”
Cassian said nothing as Azriel went into the wardrobe, picked out a jacket, and tossed it to Cassian. Cassian caught it and slipped it on before looking in the mirror. His brothers stood behind him.
“I don’t know why I’m nervous,” Cassian said, quietly.
“It’s a big commitment,” Rhysand said, simply. “It’s a big moment.”
Cassian nodded and smoothed down his shirt. “Yeah.”
They took a moment of silence, letting Cassian’s thoughts roam as the other two laid hands on his shoulders.
“You need a drink,” Rhysand said, at last.
Cassian snorted. “I won’t argue there.”
“Whiskey or wine?” Azriel asked.
“Both?” Cassian suggested.
“Both is good,” Azriel nodded.
“We were going to take you to the theater, your favorite show is on tonight, but I suppose we can stop at Rita’s first.” Rhysand took Cassian’s nicer pair of boots out of the wardrobe and Cassian quickly put them on. “There are two showings.”
“Bastards in Tights?” Cassian said, eyes lit.
Rhysand nodded.
Cassian laughed as he let out a cheer that half of Velaris could surely hear. Once Rhysand and Azriel deemed Cassian presentable enough to be in public, they were on their way, flying into the city. The people of Velaris noticed them immediately, and they made sure to stop and say hello to all they passed as they made their way to Rita’s. Everyone gave Cassian their congratulations, which seemed to both make him more nervous and calmer at the same time.
Rita blessed them with drink after drink after drink, along with a helping of roasted chicken, vegetables, and pasta with a special sauce that made them all ask for seconds.
By the time they had made it to the theater, they were all drunk off their asses, Cassian more so than the others.
This would go down as the night that the High Lord of Velaris sang drunkenly in a theater in front of his people, being backed up by his Shadowsinger and Commander.
It would also go down as the night they all got the worst hangovers they had ever come to know.
It didn’t stop Cassian from showing up the next morning to marry the love of his life, though.
Nothing would have come in the way of that.
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Can I have your number?
Synopsis: Armin’s always being asked by shy pretty girls for Eren’s number at parties to the point where when you ask for his number he doesn’t know how to respond. (Italicized words are Armin’s thoughts.)
“Why me?” Armin shrugs his cotton blue hoodie off his shoulders. Fingers grazing over the zipper in earnest contemplation. “Why don’t they ever just go right to him?”
“I’m sorry to be the one to break this to you, Armin.” Connie begins, finger tracing over the rim of his partially empty glass. “Well actually I’m not. You’re the approachable friend because Eren is so tall and sexy; and you’re puppy cute.”
“Puppy cute.” Armin spits, eyes uncharacteristically narrowing.
Sasha plucks the glass from Connie’s hand, “That’s enough outta you.” She huffs pulling the drink far from Connie’s reach. “Sorry Armin, it’s just cause he’s drunk.”
“But he isn’t wrong.” He replies, Sasha sighs transitioning Connie’s glass to her free hand. She tilts her head apologetically. “He isn’t wrong.” Armin repeats, rolling his eyes.
Just as he reaches for the glass he can’t stop nursing tonight; a tap on his shoulder stops him. “Hey um..” The girl in front of him is the same as the rest. Gorgeous. Small build fitted out in a white crop top and blue skirt like she was meant to perfectly match with Armin. Her hair was short barely making it to the nape of her neck. She shifted her weight back and forth as she looked up at Armin with pinked cheeks.
“I really hate to bother you with this..” Then don’t. “Uh..” She steps back so Armin can look out at all the loud party goers and their raucous chatter. “You’re friends with him right?”
Through the sea of people she manages to point right at Jean. His black vest over a brown tee shirt surprisingly easy to pinpoint as he chatted away with a couple of other guys. His black fingers nails lightly tapping the edges of his glass as he laughed away without a care in the world. Loose hairs of his mullet pulled back with two black hair pins while the rest of his hair was perfectly gelled.
“Yeah.” Armin replied with a small roll of his eyes.
“Do you think maybe.. I can have his number?”
Armin suppresses the urge to snort. “Do you have a pen?” He asks
Sasha ends up being the one that hands one to him and he quickly scribbles Jean’s number onto a piece of paper. He hands it over and she responds with a quick, ‘thank you’ taking her leave as quickly as possible.
“Woah.. Forgot how bitchy you can be when you’ve had a few.” Sasha giggles though unlike the girl from before Armin’s glare does nothing to sway her.
“Did I forget to mention sometimes Jean’s girls come to me too?” He sighed
Connie had managed to grab a new glass while Sasha had fallen distracted. He lifted a bottle of vodka over the edge of the counter top, sloppily pouring a bit of it over his hand and onto the table before properly settling into an easy rhythm.
“No more! I’m serious Connie, you’ve had enough and you’re starting to get vulgar.” She snatched the glass just before he could drink from it, pushing it far away from his grasp.
“You bitch I have not!” He argues, it takes a second for him to register from the wide eyed expressions surrounding him just how loud and crass he’d been. “Alright I’m sorry.. please take me home.”
Sasha nods, slapping Connie’s back as she inches him off the stool and to his feet, “Hey I know you’re tired of taking messages tonight but could you maybe..”
“Tell Jean you’re taking Connie home? Sure why the fuck not?”
Armin sighs wrapping his hand around his own glass before it’s snatched from his palm, “You’ve had enough to.” Sasha points “Don’t you dare have another sip tonight.” And with that she’s stumbling through the crowd with Connie’s arm perched over her shoulder.
When Armin stands he almost knocks the chair over. I didn’t think I had that much.. He thinks. He yanks his hoodie from where it’s drooping through the empty back of the chair, pushing the furniture back up when it falls on him. And when he’s properly standing he takes a deep breath, staggering toward the direction the girl from before had pointed in.
Despite how dirty it is and his knowledge of such he rests his pounding skull down on the table upon arrival. The cool wood soothing his overly warm skin.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Jean asks as Armin exhales gingerly
“Shut up.” He mutters
‘Too much bourbon I see.” Jean replies
Armin hates it. Hates this party. Hates the noise. Hates how Jean’s nails feel so good running through his sweaty blond hair.
“Come on, talk to me.”
“Girls think I’m the approachable friend.” Armin replies, standing up straight using the table in front of him for support.
“Well yeah.” Jean nods “I know but that’s just cause they don’t understand how cute, nice and charming you actually are. Those girls are missing out going to Eren when the real heartthrob is right in front of them.”
Armin snorts, “You need to stop drinking.”
“I figured right after I called you cute.” Jean slides his glass away turning his attention back to Armin. “ But I wasn’t lying.”
Armin shoots up, finger out towards Jean. “At least eight girls in the three hours we’ve been here have asked about Eren. Two asked about you.”
“Do you know the names of my two?”
“I think it was, I don’t know and the second was I don’t care.”
“Ouch.” Jean pressed a finger to his lip, the black nail polish accented in the strobe lighting. He pressed his chin into his palm leaning in closer to Armin. “Have you ever considered changing your hair? Maybe growing it out or cutting it more?”
“No I-”
The terrible clatter of glasses shook Armin and Jean from their conversation. Three girls all of whom were laughing at nothing now standing in front of them. “Hey!” One greeted
“Hello ladies.” Jean replied back while Armin gritted his teeth.
The girl farthest away snorted, gesturing with her hands to the girl who had spoken up to begin with. “So my friends-” She quickly slapped the third girl on the back who instantly began giggling again. “I’m sorry.”
Jean just nodded glancing at an unamused Armin.
“You know him right?” The first girl tried immediately covering her mouth as though she’d said something completely foul. She pointed across the room at Eren who seemed completely unresponsive to a one sided conversation with a random girl.
“Starting to wish I didn’t..”
“Huh?!” Yelled the third girl
“No, no..” The second girl began “It’s just cause these two like him.” The entire gaggle burst into loud giggles. All three of them pushing their hair away from their eyes and bouncing around like small children.
When the agitating screeching died down the second girl added “We wanna see who he likes best.” She finished
“Is he seeing anyone?” The first girl chimed in
“Not that I know of.” Armin answered
“Do you have his number?” The third girl asked
“I have it.” Jean responded before Armin could even create the sentence in his head.
Jean promptly jotted the number down giving it to the first girl who didn’t hesitate in snatching it from his hand and heading off. The second girl behind her soon followed by the only one from the group that didn’t leave their manners at home. The third girl smiling with an appreciative farewell.
Jean made a small noise in his throat, turning back to Armin with the nail of his thumb pressed under his teeth. “Maybe you should go home?.. You know what I’ll leave with you.”
“Jean, no offense but I don’t want pity.”
“When do you think Eren is gonna wanna leave?”
“I don’t know.” He huffed “I’m gonna go use the bathroom.”
He didn’t wait for Jean’s reply just grabbed his once discarded hoodie and headed through the mess of drunk partygoers towards the bathroom. He didn’t even need to actually use it. Just wanted to be out of sight of all the stupid drunk girls vying for Eren’s affections. Not even realizing that tissue has touched Eren longer than any of them will.
The bathroom door was closed and maybe that was a good thing because it wasn’t extremely likely that Armin wouldn’t stay in there for a couple hours after the night he’s endured. He lets out a long exhale hunting around for his phone. Blond hair sticking up as he slumps against the wall.
“Um hey.” Armin doesn’t even bother to look up. “Is someone in there?”
“Yup.” He grunts
Armin notes the slight shift in the person in front of him. He looks up completely unsurprised by the fleeting glance, the hands crossed behind their back and head bowed.
“Ok.” The girl begins but by this point Armin’s attention is redirected to his phone “My name is Y/N, I wanted to ask you if maybe I could have your number?”
Armin blinks expression completely unchanged as she hands over her phone. He lets his eyes roll around in his head taking the device and robotically typing in Eren’s number in contacts. When he gives it back to her she lets out a little squeak of excitement.
“I’ll call you!” She calls before running off
Wait.. Gears turn like clockwork in his brain. Slowly but surely the situation dawns on him. His number???? Did a girl? Particularly one as cute as her ask for his number??
Granted he’d only seen her for a couple seconds but she was most certainly the most put together girl that had approached him tonight. Clothes neat and tidy. No flopping around like a fish out of water at any point during the conversation. Hair done in a ponytail that wasn’t begging for release from its confines.
And he’d given her Eren’s number..
Shit!
Safe to say Armin bolted. Back down the hall, leaping up to search over the crowding heads all around. Successfully getting weird stares but that was beyond his problems at the moment. Once he’d decided that she wasn’t anywhere around he sprinted through out the door and towards the stairs.
“Wait! Wait! Wait!” He called, hearing the sound of footsteps.
His heart collided with his ribcage, loud stomps ensuing as he sprinted around the bend at the bottom of the staircase. She was in his sights, her head turning and eyes making contact with his and just as soon his foot slipped. Body colliding with the first stair, then the second and so on till he’d successfully finished rolling down the entire flight. Slamming into the wall with a hard thud.
“Oh my god Armin!” She settled onto her knees, reaching out for his face. Delicate palms brushing over his sore cheeks. “Are you ok? Never mind, stupid question, let me call an ambulance.”
Blond lashes slowly fluttered close then open as she moved to pull her phone from her pocket. “Before you do.” Armin panted still working to catch his breath. “Can I give you my number? For real this time?”
Ok so this is unedited because I think writers block is trying to take me and I’m trying my hardest to keep it at bay. I have like 5 things in the works at the moment so I really don’t need that.
#armin arlert x reader#armin x reader#attack on titan#aot x reader#i feel so bad making Armin go through this but like it was really fun to write#unedited work#armin fic#armin fluff#snk fanfiction#snk x reader#shingeki no kyoujin x reader#aot fluff
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Always You | JJK (Five)
Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?
Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader
Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama
Word Count: 12.1k
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (?) sad oc, mentions of sex, kind of over the clothes action, drama, heated dance session lol, slight memory of sex, hair pulling, back scratching, mention of boner, second chances (?)
Notes: Okay, first of all THAT 1st TEASER PIC!!! DID WE SEE THAT? *chefs kiss*. Anyway thanks for comments you guys leave I really love reading them!!! Remember to send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or just want to chat about the story:) have a great week everyone!
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May
Gloomy: The dictionary may describe it as hopeless and despairing but really it should just be a picture of your sad, sad face.
1 month…yes, one whole month has passed since you last spoke to Jungkook. No text, no calls, no random show ups, nothing. Gloom. Gloom. Gloom. Graduation came and gone so quickly…you walked the stage with your friends minus two but honestly you can hardly remember the event. You tried your hardest to be as excited as everyone else but the feeling of gloom stayed with you.
By the end of the month you finally started accepting he isn’t coming back and right around that time you actually heard from him—Jungkook that is. He sent you a pathetic text that he’s moving out and will be by to retrieve his things. More gloom.
The next couple weeks after that are a blur, you recall the sound of movers throughout your apartment. You didn’t have the courage to speak to him…you didn’t have the courage to even leave your room if you didn’t have to. You were so wrapped up in everything you didn’t even consider that fact that you will have to find a new roommate to cover the other half of the rent.
Every day just dragged on, every day a repeat of the last. Wake up, drown in black coffee, scroll mindlessly through your phone and work your full time job. You called in sick too many days already so you have to go or you’re at risk at getting fired. The same day, every day. The same gloomy fucking day.
Jimin tried to call or text every day to make sure you were like, alive. He apologized over and over for not telling you as soon as he found out about the Taehyung situation but he felt that if Taehyung was going to tell you then it is best it comes from him and not Jimin. You can understand that. He also frequently would show up at your apartment to surprise you but you rarely let him in. You did feel bad though, he’s just trying to be there for you.
Jimin 6:04pm
Please let me in?
Jimin 6:05pm
Well…I have some take out for you babe, ill leave it on the doorstep.
Jimin 6:05pm
Call me sometime ok? Love you
Guilt would consume your body but you just couldn’t deal with human contact right now.
June
Around month 2 you finally felt okay to see people again—your close people that is—aka Jimin was finally allowed in, he made you take a hot bath while he cleaned up for you and made you a proper meal. The amount of instant ramen containers lying around the place was by far one of the grossest things he’s seen. The shit that was growing…he shudders just thinking about it.
He would come over every day after work in the evenings. He left day time babysitting to Trina.
“Girl…all this over a boy?” she would constantly say.
You also tried applying for job after job, but the postgraduation life is harder than you thought…at least for you. Jimin landed a job as a kids choreographer, Trina starts up at one of the local elementary schools as a kindergartner teacher and you? You’re still working at the bakery down the street. You applied for many entry level positions in the marketing field but failed miserably in interviews…which only further discouraged you and worsened your mood.
It was also around this time you decided to finally delete Jungkook off all social media and block his number. You refuse to hear from him at this point…not that he was reaching out or anything. You wonder what he’s up to postgraduation? No, you don’t want to know or care. You considered hanging up a picture of his face on your wall so you could throw darts at it but you decided that was maybe on the crazy side.
Taehyung sends you weekly texts, asking about how your day/week is going. He updates you on his life as well, apparently he got the curator assistant position at the museum that he wanted. You still feel hurt over everything but you are happy for him. It’s funny, you feel so betrayed over that but Jungkook is the cause of your gloom.
Every day just drags on, you feel heavy everywhere you go. Even when you’re just at home in bed.
By the end of the month your friends somehow convinced you to go on a date—a horrible date at that.
He was awkward as hell, a bad kisser and would lightly…tap your ass in attempt to be sexy. It was a disaster, you don’t even remember what the two of you even talked about at dinner. You just remember his tongue being horribly shoved down your throat and his weird ass tapping habit.
July
Then month 3 finally came around. A month where the weeks went by breathing became just a bit easier. Yes, any and everything still reminded you of Jungkook but it didn’t hurt as terribly as the previous months. By the end of the month you even agreed to your first real social outing. You are hesitant, but you agreed…
“I don’t know guys…a birthday party? We like, don’t even know the girl?” you frown, nibbling on the flesh of your bottom lip.
You are sitting in the middle of your bedroom floor, clothes piling all around you as you try to decide on what to wear.
“You need to get out babe…plus it’s a friend of a friend, so it’s cool.” Jimin says holding up a rose colored crop top, motioning for you to nod yes or no to his suggestion. You cock your head to the side, deciding what pants to go with it.
“I have to say I agree with Jimin, y/n.” your new roommate Holly chips in, “Since I’ve moved in I don’t think I’ve seen you go out even once.”
“Also a party is the best place to find some easy dick.” Of course that’s what Trina has to offer.
“Yes to the crop top Jimin.” You point your head towards the shirt, “Okay don’t have to call me out like that Holly.” You glare at your roomie, “And Trina, we both know I ain’t ready for no type of dick.”
“So we’re looking for some pussy tonight?” Trina smirks, “Nice.”
You rolls your eyes, a chuckle escaping your lips, “Shut up.” you throw a pair of shorts at her face.
“But seriously y/n…Maybe Trina is on to something…” Jimin sits down next to you, crossing his legs in front of him, “Maybe this is a good chance to like—”
“If you say move on I will literally kill you.” You cut in, “There’s nothing to move on from!” you throw your hands up dramatically. “Taehyung used me, Jungkook wants nothing to do with me. And—”
“Then why aren’t you ready for any type of dick?” Holly puts in her 2 fucking cents.
“Because I don’t want to be associated with any boys! Jimin is the exception.”
“Somehow I don’t feel flattered by that…” Jimin puts a hand on your shoulder.
“When’s the last time you got off?” Trina abruptly asks. You turn your head in shock at her shamelessness.
“Trina!”
“Answer her, I’m curious too.” Jimin squints at you trying not to laugh.
“It’s…” your eyes slide to the side, “It’s been a while.”
Trina shakes her in disapproval, “Damn girl, really? My fingers constantly playing DJ, you know what I’m sayin?” Trina goes in for a fist bump but you just push her hand away.
“You’re gross.” You laugh out loud, and it sounds like music to everyone’s ears.
“I’m just real babey.” She flicks her hair back with a proud smile on her face.
Having these 3 around has no doubt helped you deal with the loss you feel. You feel like you are still mourning the dead. How’s Jungkook even doing? You’re too afraid to ask Jimin. Too afraid that he’s doing amazing without you. He must of realized how much better off he is without you around and that makes you feel small.
“Fine…” you mutter under your breath…Jimin snaps his head to look at you, his sly smile growing as he watches you fiddle with a short mini skirt.
“Fine what?” Trina asks with a smirk.
“Let’s find me some dick tonight.”
“Hell fucking yeah.” Jimin claps his hands together, “Tonight is about you!”
“y/n makes her debut tonight! She’s hot, she’s single and she is ready to mingle!”
You can’t help but giggle, your hands bunching up the material of the mini skirt as you look down at it, making your decision.
“Let me get ready and we can get this night started!” you rush to your feet, all the sudden feeling excited for tonight. You are going to actually do your hair and your makeup—you even shaved. You are definitely breathing easier tonight and you have to take advantage of that!
“Let’s do shots as we wait girlies,” Holly shows a bottle of rum she had hiding behind her back, shaking it in excitement.
“Naughty girl.” Jimin winks, standing to his feet, heading towards the kitchen to grab some shot glasses.
You get ready quickly, but taking your time where it counts. You give yourself a once over in the mirror and you have to say you are impressed. Your black jean mini skirt sits right below your ass, while your tits pop in this rose crop top. You wear short heels, and simple jewelry with just the right amount of makeup that makes your features stand out, and you have to say you would kiss yourself if you could—you look fucking good.
“woooooo” Jimin and Trina whistle out at the same time as they walk back in your bedroom.
“I’d fuck.” Jimin says plainly.
“Same as fuck.” Trina says bluntly as she swallows down a shot.
“Yeah you look pretty y/n!” Holly smiles, not really on the same level of honestly as your other two friends.
You burst into giggles, throwing your head back in approval. “Thanks guys…..Lets fucking do this.” You walk towards Trina and grab her shot glass, and you take the bottle from Holly, pouring yourself a shot.
“Ready to fucking mingle.” You gulp down the rum, the burn only encouraging you, the warmth stinging your entire chest and you couldn’t feel more content.
This house was one of the bigger ones, it was full of people and more people and like, more people. You managed to swallow down 3 or 4 shots back at your apartment and the alcohol is definitely working its magic on you, the world just a little nicer.
The amount of people doesn’t even bother you like it usually would, instead you find yourself barging through the front door and making your way to the dance floor with your 3 friends trialing behind you.
The heat of the living room is already intoxicating you, the amount of bodies rolling and grinding makes you feel loose and free. Before you know it Jimin is pushing a drink into your hands and you hug him gratefully as you begin chugging it back.
“Woah slow down, we have all night—actually fuck it, I like your spirit tonight!” he chuckles lightly, his hands going to your waist, rocking you to the beat of the blaring music. Trina and Holly disappear into the kitchen to grab more drinks while you and Jimin dance to whatever b…t…ah, forget it, you forgot the band’s name.
“Are you having fun?” Jimin slurs out, his eyes barely visible as he laughs at nothing.
“So much fun!” you yell out over the music then you lean down into his ear and whisper, “Thanks so much Jiminie…I know I was a little difficult…”
“A little?” he teases.
Jimin’s eyes travel behind you before they are widening. You notice, of course. You are about to turn your head to take a look at whatever he is seeing when his snaps back to you in panic, his troubled smile growing.
“Let’s go find Trina and Holly, yeah?” he tries to usher you toward the kitchen and you oblige. Too drunk and feeling too good that his odd behavior goes ignored by you.
“Kay!” you smile, hooking your arm with his. “Letsa go!” you say like you’re fucking Mario.
The two of you walk to the kitchen, finding Trina and Holly playing a game of beer pong with two random guys.
“Hello my bitches!” Trina hollers over the thumping bass, as she scores a cup of pong, her other hand on Hollys lower back.
“Wait, gotta use the bathroom, be right back!” you slur into Jimin’s ear, he just nods distractedly as he watches the game, laughter erupting his body for probably no drunken reason.
You walk back into the living room and start heading towards the other side where the bathroom is. The journey to the bathroom is fun, you accidently bump into a lot of people but they don’t seem to mind as they will just drunkenly smile at you and you would smile back in your own drunken daze. You skim the room with a dopey smile on your face, just admiring the crowd. You are shocked with yourself…you missed people and you cannot believe it. You continue to observe when your eyes land on tattooed hands. The hands are grabbing a handful of ass on the dance floor. You know these hands. Your eyes travel from his hands to his strong arms to his face…it is hiding in the nook of some girls neck and you feel like someone knocked the wind out of you. Jungkook.
He is kissing on some girl, no doubt leaving bruises behind from his attack on her neck. His hands cupping this girls ass so tightly, he guides her hips into his. You watch as she throws her head back in pleasure and you see him smirk. All his signature moves. You are left speechless. What could you even say? Why does this hurt? Why does this make you feel fucking sick? Why does it feel like you aren’t supposed to be witnessing this? Well, you know why but god, why?!
“y/n!!” It’s Jimin, jogging up behind you, “Fuck, I was trying to avoid you seeing this…” he admit softly, “I swear I didn’t think he was going to be here tonight…he didn’t seem that interested when I asked him about it…”
“It’s fine Jimin…” you mumble.
“Does it feel weird? Seeing him with this girl…?” Jimin is obviously trying to get you to admit something right now but you are not in the right head space to even give it a second thought.
“Why should it? Plus I’m used to this…she’s just some random girl for one night.” You twirl the ends of your hair between your fingers.
“Oh babe…” Jimin glances down at the ground, “This girl…she…he’s brought her to every party for the last month…” Jimin sounds as sorry as you feel.
The same girl? That’s impossible, you scoff. There’s no way Jungkook is actually seeing someone. But that doesn’t stop your stomach from twisting and turning and making you feel fucking sick.
“What do you mean?” you finally slur out, leaning your frame on Jimin.
“He brings her and they leave together too…” Jimin holds on to you, “I haven’t really asked him about her though.”
“Whatever. Fuck him, right? I won’t let this ruin my night.” You smile coyly, draping your arms around your friend. “Bathroom please.” You pout theatrically, pointing your head towards the bathroom.
“Okay let’s get you peeing in peace.” Jimin laughs, guiding you towards the door.
Once at the door, you knock a couple times to find that it is empty, “I’ll wait for you out here.” Jimin assures you.
Once inside the small room, you bunch up your skirt and pull down your panties, squatting on the toilet. You sigh in relief as you pee, but the relief you feel in your body stops when you recall the way Jungkook held and kissed this random but not so random girl.
Why should it bother you? It’s about time Jungkook got serious! But why did he have to dump you to achieve that? And why did It have to be with someone el…
You reach for the toilet paper, ripping it after a few sheets and wipe yourself as you drunkenly sing a tune. So what? You can easily replace Jungkook too!
You stand up, pulling your panties up and your skirt down and take a long good look in the mirror. Your hair is still intact, your makeup is only a little smeared—quick fix, and your tits are still poppin’. This night is just beginning, you decide. A whole new wave of confidence begins washing over you.
“Ready!” You pounce on Jimin’s back, he stumbles forward while laughing wholeheartedly.
“Should we look for Trina and Holly again? They’re probably still playing beer pong!”
“Sure.” You smile, walking hand in hand with Jimin as you make your way back to the kitchen.
Hours pass and you are now outside on the back porch piss drunk with your 3 friends and a couple new friends. Nick and his pal that you can’t remember the name of—but you remember Nick. He’s really tall and has nice muscles covering his body, his light hair is messy and looks like you would have fun pulling it.
“And that’s why I think aliens are already here bro, like they are probably here at this fucking party bro.” No name friend finishes his point. Nick holds in his chuckle as his drunk friend rambles.
“Totally bro.” Then his eyes land on you. Fuck, were you staring? Oh well, it’s best to get to the point. You two have been making eyes at each other all night and it’s time to make the next move.
“Hey Nick, wanna grab a drink with me in the kitchen?” you inquire with a sly smile.
Jimin’s eyes widen before he’s smirking “Don’t be silly, wrap that willy.”
Trina and Holly laugh at Jimin’s words while you turn fucking red with embarrassment.
“Sorry about him…” You excuse Jimin, but you continue to smile slyly.
Nick grins with all his teeth as he takes your hand and leads you back inside the house. His hand is much larger than yours and you are already imagining what his beefy fingers will do to your vagina. God, what’s his dick like???
You enter the kitchen and you and him walk towards the cooler full of beers, he lets you stand to the side as he goes to grab them.
“Nick!!!!” you hear a familiar voice and you wince. Jungkook stands next to the cooler, his hand wrapped around the girls hand, but he briefly lets go of it to dap up your fuck for the night.
“What’s up bro!” Nick returns the handshake, a wide smile on his face.
They know each other?
“I thought you said you weren’t coming tonight?” Jungkook’s hand goes back to holding on to the girl.
“I wasn’t going to but,” he nods towards you, “Glad I did.” He winks. Jungkook’s eyes follow Nicks nod and when he sees you stand there awkwardly he goes completely pale. Your eyes meet uncomfortably, Jungkook let’s go of the girls hand without a second thought.
“y/n?” he questions with a pained expression.
“You know her?” Nick asks, totally out of the loop.
You shift from one foot to the other, not really sure what to do or say. So you settle for his name. “Jungkook.” It feels foreign on your tongue. Like if you said it 3 times in a mirror a sinister ghost would come to murder you.
Jungkook opens his mouth then closes it then opens it then closes it again.
“Baaaaabe,” the girl next to him whines, “let’s get out of here already.” She says, not even acknowledging your existence.
Jungkook shamelessly eyes you up and down, his shock is very evident as he looks at you.
You can’t help but smile a little, knowing you look damn good.
“Let’s go too, Nick.” You saunter to his side, grabbing a hold of his bicep.
That’s when Jungkook knocks out of daze, his brows crease as he looks between the two of you.
“Wait—you and Nick?” he asks, completely amused.
“Is that a problem?”
“Nope.” Jungkook looks fucking smug as he smiles, his hand going to grab the girls hand again. “See you later?” he asks you. You of all people!
“Uh? Probably not?”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Jungkook winks, turning around to leave as he leads his girl out.
Nick just continues to smile, completely oblivious, “So cool that we all know each other!” he grips on to your waist.
“Wait, how do you know Jungkook?”
“We—”
“Wait, it honestly doesn’t matter. Let’s just get out of here.”
“My place?” Nick breathes into your ear, he pushes your hips into his crotch so you can feel his half hard cock.
“Why are you already getting hard?” you tease, leaning up to kiss his neck.
“Honestly, I can’t stop staring at your tits. And I am imagining all the things I want to do to them.” He confesses hotly.
The uber ride to his place is short, only 10 minutes and it goes by quickly as you two have one another’s tongues down each others throats. His hands traveling all around your body, he even manages to slip his fingers past your panties to feel how wet you are.
“Fuck I can’t wait to get you inside…” his rapid breaths fan across your face as you nibble on his neck.
“Gonna fuck me?” you whisper quietly, not trying to get heard by the Uber driver, but you could also hardly care if he hears you or not, he gets 5 stars.
“Want you to ride me.” He palms his cock through his pants as he imagines you bouncing on his cock for him.
“If you deserve it like a good boy.” You replace his hand with your own, rubbing him ferociously over his jeans. You haven’t felt dick in months and the feeling is driving you absolutely wild, you haven’t felt this needy in a long time.
The Uber comes to a stop, parking in front of an apartment building. He lets the two of you know you reached your destination. You and Nick giggle as you thank him and stumble out of the car as you follow him to his apartment. He would stop every few seconds to plant kisses on your lips and grab your ass with a tight squeeze. He groans and rolls his eyes back as he explores your body.
“Wait til we’re inside,” you breathe out, your voice silky as hell.
Finally, after a short, kiss filled elevator ride later you arrive at his front door. His lips never leaving yours as he pulls out his keys, fumbling with them until he finds the right one.
He pulls away for a second to unlock the door and desperately pushes it open to let the two of you inside. Your lips are already back on his as you two trip into the entry way of the apartment, you walk him backwards, until his back is against a wall.
The apartment is dark besides the living room TV, you take a second to pull back and admire Nick’s fucked out expression, the blue glow of the TV making everything feel surreal.
You dive back in to kiss him, he prods his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around with yours making you moan into his mouth.
“Hi guys!”
Your eyes shoot open, mouth still attached to Nicks. You push your head back, disconnecting from Nick and yank your head to the left where you see a wild Jungkook sitting on the living room sofa, his mouth full of the cereal he is eating. He is wearing the most shit eating grin you have ever seen on him.
“Jungkook?! What the fuck?” You spit out, totally fucking shocked. Like, obviously.
“Hey man…” Nick breathes out heavily, trying to speak properly, “I thought you would be at Vanessa’s tonight?”
“Nah,” Jungkook smiles, “Dropped her off and came home.”
HOME?
“H-Home?” You look between the two guys, what the fuck does he mean by that. This is Nicks place, right?
“Oh you didn’t know?” Jungkook nods his head toward Nick, “Nick here is my beloved roommate.”
“What the fuck…” you mutter under your breath, trying to understand the mother fucking situation. Were you about to fuck Jungkook’s roommate? Are you still going to is the real question?
“Wait, how do you two even know each other?” Nick starts to look antsy, “Don’t tell me she’s one of the girls you’ve fucked…come on bro, leave some for the rest of us.” He chuckles somewhat bitterly.
“No!” you’re quick to say. You begin smoothing out your skirt, then your hair. “We just…”
“y/n is my bestie!” Jungkook grins, putting the cereal down and standing up. He walks forward until he is making a triangle with you and Nick.
“Was.” You spit out harshly, crossing your arms across your chest. Nick just stands there confused as hell, looking between the two of you.
“Anyway, I should get going.” You turn your body to Nick, a look of apology on your face.
“What? We can just go to my room?” he slurs, tugging on his pants uncomfortably, his boner still apparent.
“Sorry, no longer in the mood.”
You pull out your phone to order an Uber when Jungkook takes your phone from you.
“I’m not drunk, I can drive you.” He offers. You push your head back in disbelief, how does Jungkook have the AUDACITY to offer that to you?
“Why the fuck would I want that?”
“So we can…” His eyes slide over to the ever growing confused Nick, “Talk.”
You haven’t spoken to Jungkook in 3 months and today is finally the day you are able to breathe a little easier and he just has to barge back in.
“Like I said,” You snatch your phone back from him, “Why the fuck would I want that?”
Nick shifts around uncomfortably, his eyes darting from you to Jungkook.
“Well, I am gonna head to my room…uh, bye y/n…it was nice meeting you…I guess…”
You and Jungkook both turn your heads toward Nick at the same time, eyes shooting daggers at him.
“Yeah, bye.” Jungkook dismisses his roommate, his jaw clenching.
“Nice to meet you too…”
Nick walks backward until his back meets his bedroom room, he looks at the two of you one last time before turning around to disappear into his room.
“I said, let me drive you home.”
“And I said, why the fuck would I want that?”
“y/n don’t choose now to be difficult.” Jungkook takes a step closer to you, his hands running through his dark, messy hair. His eyes shut in frustration, “I just want to talk to you.”
“And I don’t want to talk to you.” You take a step back, “Plus, how would your girlfriend feel if you took me home?”
Jungkook’s eyes narrow, his mouth setting in a firm line.
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Could of fooled me and like, everyone else.” You scoff.
Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip, not knowing what to say. While she’s not his girlfriend she’s also not not his girlfriend. It’s complicated.
“Can I please, just please, can I take you home?”
“No, Jungkook. The fucking audacity,” you scoff again, “You haven’t spoken to me in 3 months,” your voice fucking cracks and you feel like dying. “Don’t start now.”
“y/n…” he runs another frustrated hand down his tired face, “I didn’t mean for it to go this long…”
“I don’t fucking care, Jungkook.”
You feel your chest begin to burn, and your eyes begin to gloss over but you won’t cry. You won’t give him the satisfaction.
“I want nothing to do with you.”
You stare at the phone in your hands as you begin ordering your Uber when he yanks it from your hands once again, he hides the phone in his back pocket and you snarl.
“What the hell Jeon?”
“I said I am driving you home so we can talk so that’s what we are gonna fucking do, okay?” he grabs your hand and begins walking you towards the front door. There’s something about Jungkook...you decide to listen. You watch silently as he puts on his shoes and grabs his wallet and keys.
“Okay…” you finally answer, your voice timid.
He said you guys are going to talk but the car ride has been mostly silent save the low radio playing in the background. Maybe it’s better this way, you think. You aren’t sober, that’s for sure but you also don’t think you are drunk enough to handle this properly. You decide maybe that’s also for the best.
“You sir, are a fucking asshole.” You speak up, your fingers playing with the zipper of your purse. The car smells like it always does, his fresh laundry car freshener and you get sucked into a million memories linked with this scent.
“I know.” Jungkook eyes you from the driver seat, you shiver from the running AC and so he turns it down, “There’s a blanket in the back if you want to grab it.”
“No thanks, don’t know where that’s been.”
“It’s clean, I promise.”
Your eyes go wide as you recall his last promise to you…”Just a few days. I promise.”
“Yeah, I don’t actually believe in your promises anymore.” You continue to pick at the zipper of your purse, your eyes never leaving the zig and zag of the material.
“I needed space y/n, fucking sue me.” He groans out, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly.
“Oh I wish I could.” You snap back.
You feel your chest burn and tighten again, your eyes slightly watering. You have to force them shut to keep from any tears growing.
“I called and texted you every day.” You whisper, his grip getting tighter on the steering wheel.
“I gave you a few days Jungkook. But I never heard from you until 11 at night one night telling me you are fucking moving out.”
“I know, that was…fucked up, I admit. But I had to do what I had to do and I just wish you would let me explain that—”
“No.” you cut him off, “You don’t deserve to explain anything.”
“You mean so much to me y/n…”
“Don’t.”
Jungkook pulls over on the side of the road, turning off the ignition.
“What are you doing?” you sputter out.
He clicks his seatbelt off his body and turns to face you, “Getting comfortable.”
“Why?”
“Will you look at me?” Jungkook tilts his head towards you, “Will you please look at me?”
“No.” you stay facing forward, your hands folded in your lap.
“y/n…please.” His voice sounds strained and you almost feel bad. Almost, but not quite.
You don’t need this…you don’t need him. Ouch, you feel pain in your chest as you think that…oh, the lies you tell yourself.
“Say what you need to say Jungkook, so you can take me home.” Your face stays neutral.
Jungkook sighs out, feeling almost defeated, but not quite.
“I…I am so sorry.” He finally says.
“About what?”
“Everything y/n.” his voice cracks and somehow you feel satisfied.
“You’ll have to be more specific if you ever want my acceptance”
“I know…the first thing I am sorry for is not telling you about Taehyung. That was…that was wrong of me—”
“No shit, but go on.” Your voice stays steady as you speak.
“I was worried about other shit, I was selfish and it’s taking me a long time to forgive myself…but I’ve thought a lot about it these last few months and—and…”
“Oh? You’re worried about you forgiving yourself? Shouldn’t you be a little more concerned about I don’t know, me?”
Jungkook frowns at your words, because well, you’re right. And he’s getting to that part but you keep interrupting him. But he lets you.
“Yes. I am most worried about you, of course.” He breathes out. “You have no idea what these 3 months without you have felt like…”
“Really Jungkook? If anyone knows its fucking me. I went 3 months without you too. You left me!” you start to lose your composure as you speak, your hands gripping on to your poor purse. “When I was going through a really hard time you straight up left me.” You whisper.
“Please believe me…I had my reasons. It was truly for the best y/n.”
“For the best?” you scoff. “You’re such an asshole.”
Jungkook winces at your words, he knows you mean them and that hurts him even more.
“Can you just trust me?” Jungkook blurts out.
Huh? You shake your head, disappointed he would say something so …well, ridiculous.
“Just stop, Jungkook.” You hesitantly roll your eyes, still shaking your head.
Jungkook licks his lips over and over, trying to figure out his next words.
“I really really,” he begins to lose it, his eyes darting all around the car. “just need you to trust me.” He blinks repeatedly, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular.
You, of course, do not believe your ears. Trust him? How could you possibly trust him?
“I just really…I really had my reasons y/n. And I’m sorry, but I just need you to just trust me, that I had my reasons and that I do care about you.” His voice is shaky and you’re uncertain how to take this information.
“I’m confused…” you begin, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You want me to trust you? Even after you left me? Even after I ‘threw myself’ at you?!”
“You weren’t in the right head space y/n…you were vulnerable and…and you didn’t actually want me. You just were feeling used and rejected and needed something to make you feel wanted. To feel better. You wanted to use me for that and I couldn’t let you. But how much could I handle? You liked one of my friends, dated him…sort of, even slept with him and I had to be your shoulder to cry on when,” his breathing picks up heavily as he tries to speak, “it doesn’t matter.” He grits out.
You sit there…speechless. He wasn’t wrong, was he? You were feeling lost and rejected and used and you just wanted something or someone to feel better and who better than your best friend? But it’s also his fault you needed things to work out with Taehyung in the first place!
“Jungkook—”
“I’m not done.” He breathes out, his hot breath reaching your skin.
“I needed some space to think. But I realized I couldn’t properly think things through if I saw you every day, so yeah, I moved out. I’m sorry…” He runs a hand through his hair, a light chuckle makes it way past his lips “Then I met Vanessa.”
“I don’t want to talk about your little girlfriend.” You turn to face forward in your seat, your eyes glancing at the stop sign ahead.
“I told you, she’s not my girlfriend. But it is complicated.”
You continue to look straight ahead, your heart racing in your chest. The subject of “Vanessa” making you feel anxious.
“Complicated how?” you gulp.
“Don’t worry about it.” He laughs to himself, you turn your head to look at him.
“Are you serious, Jungkook?”
“We fuck y/n.”
“But it’s more than that right?”
“Yeah…” Jungkook bites down on his lip.
You look at him bewildered.
“Do you like her? Love her?”
You grip your purse in your lap, waiting for his answer. How would you feel if he answers yes? Are you brave enough to endure that answer? And if he says no? should you be happy? Should you feel relieved?
“No.” he closes his eyes, he folds his hands in front of him. “It’s complicated.”
You sign in relief—oh. Relief is the emotion you are feeling. Why? Why should it matter?
“Why are you telling me all of this?” you whisper.
“I want to be friends again, y/n.” he says softly, his eyes searching yours.
This is madness, how the hell could you save this friendship? Your face scrunches up and the first couple of tears slide down your cheeks, you shake your head as they continue to fall.
“You don’t know how this makes me feel…” you cry out. “I don’t even know how it makes me feel.”
You miss him, so fucking much and he’s right here offering himself to you. But you ‘re so hurt.
“y/n…I know I hurt you. But you gotta believe me when I say it is the hardest thing I have had to do…you understand that right? I had to do it…you understand right?” he begs.
“You were so quick to abandon me, Jungkook.” You drop your head into your hands, the tears uncontrollable now.
“I…” Jungkook begins to panic, his own eyes glossing over. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. Please y/n…I can make it up to you.”
“Things would never be the same, you get that right?” you bawl into your lap, your words coming out broken.
“Please baby, I just need you in my life again…” Jungkook admits, his own words choppy. He reaches his hand to touch you, to his surprise you don’t flinch. His hand cups the back of your head and he begins to massage it softly.
“I have missed you so much and nothing I mean nothing can replace you.” He hesitates to continue, “trust me…I have tried.”
You sob into your hands harder, the weight of his words crushing you.
“I’m sorry Jungkook but I…I don’t believe you.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen as he absorbs your words, his mouth falls open in shock. Don’t believe him?
“What—what do you mean? What are you saying?” his panic filled voice makes your stomach churn.
“I reject your offer. Now please take me home.” You lift your head and stare straight ahead. “I’m serious.”
Jungkook face twists into a bewildered expression, he doesn’t believe his ears. You…reject him?
“Wait—”
“I said take me home now.” This time you snap your face in his direction, the cold look in your eyes piercing his very soul.
“Okay.”
Hopeless: the dictionary describes it as without hope ; despairing. But in reality, it’s just a picture of Jungkook’s poor, poor face.
Jungkook parks in his designated spot in the lot of his apartment complex, he reverses in because why the hell not. So extra. His drive home was silent… not even the radio on a low volume keeping him company, just complete silence. He turns the car off but doesn’t make a move to get out, he just continues to sit here in his car and sigh out dramatically every 5 seconds.
He’s so confused and lost on what to do. He bangs his head against the steering wheel a few times just for the hell of it, he just…he didn’t think you would reject him. But honestly? Can he blame you? All he’s done lately is be selfish and mess up over and over again. But he wishes you could just trust him but he also wishes he could just tell you the truth. Maybe then you could understand his position and you wouldn’t be mad at him anymore. But he has to wait.
Jungkook’s head is still banging against the steering wheel when more thoughts of you bombard his mind. His breathing picks up and he starts to sniffle, he doesn’t want to cry but you just…you don’t want anything to do with him. He balls his hands into fists and hit the steering wheel over and over causing the horn to go off a few times but he doesn’t care he’s so upset, he just….
When Jungkook saw you tonight for the first time in 3 months he swears his heart actually stopped. He swears it raced so quickly that it just stopped. He let go of Vanessa’s hand so quickly because he wanted to rush to you and hug you close, he wanted to just feel you. Not having touched your skin for the last 3 months…he doesn’t want to imagine even another day.
A few tears slip past his closed lids, he chuckles darkly as he recalls you and Nick. He thought, wow, the universe is cruel and also hilarious. His fucking roommate? He shakes his head, laughing again but his lips remain downward. He feels so fucking helpless right now. But he deserves this, he deserves to feel this pain. He did this to himself and he’s fully aware of that.
Jungkook thinks of your face, he thinks of your smile, he thinks of your eyes and he cries harder, his tears landing on the steering wheel and sliding down landing on to his lap. Yes, he feels like all hope is lost but he knows he cannot give up. He will win you over again one day. He lifts his head and wipes his tear streaked cheeks with the back of his hand and breathes out steadily.
“y/n…” he whispers to himself. Your name leaves his mouth in frustration. He won’t give up. He can’t.
~~~~
“And they were roommates?!” Jimin shouts, a banana half sticking out of his mouth, Trina gasps and whispers “Oh my god they were roommates.”
“Yeah, it was a total shit show.” You bang your head against your breakfast table. Holly rubs your back as she sits next to you.
“Then what happened?” she pries further.
“Yeah what the hell happened y/n!” Jimin yells out.
“He asked to be friends again…and I totally rejected him. Maybe I was too harsh? He was so sad guys…it makes me think…I might agree to kind of being…friends?”
Jimin shuts his eyes as a frown decorates his face, he places a hand on his hip and he inhales a sharp breath, “Listen…you’re both my friends and of course I want you to be good again…but he hurt you …bad.”
“I know Jiminie, but his reasons…” you bite your lip, “Never mind.”
“Well, I don’t like it.” Trina butts in. “He fucking left you, remember?”
“Yes Trina, I fucking remember—”
“Then fucking act like it!”
“Trina relax,” Holly intervenes. “They have a long history, right? It’s hard to just forget about everything…”
Jimin stands from his chair, hands on both hips. “Fine, if we are doing this…then you better actually try. Don’t half ass shit, if you’re going to be friends then don’t be an asshole to him, don’t make snarky remarks…I know your ass.”
Jimin has a good point, you haven’t actually thought about how you will act.
“I’ll be a good girl.” You raise your right arm to salute him.
“Fucking smart ass.” He rolls his eyes.
“Are we serious right now?” Trina shakes her head, “You moped around for 3 fucking months y/n. You cried every time you even thought of Jungkook…which was a fucking lot.” She points out, “Listen, you stayed strong when you talked to him in the car. Don’t break just because you feel bad for the dude because he’s fucking pitiful. He doesn’t deserve your pity girl. He’s an asshole!”
“Trina, be nice.” Holly says sternly, reaching forward to grab on to Trina’s hand. Trina visibly relaxes and nods her head towards Holly and smiles softly.
You and Jimin share a look. Are they….?
“You…” You slam your eyes shut, Trina’s words ringing loudly in your ears. You know she’s right. “I’ll think about it some more. For now, I gotta get ready for work.”
~~~~
“Doesn’t Hazel look so pretty here?” Adam shoves his phone in your face as he gushes about his girlfriend.
“Yes dude, she’s so pretty.” You deadpan. “Now can you please put the brownies in the oven? We’re low.”
“Wait wait…here’s one of us together at the park.” He nudges his phone in your hands, you roll your eyes but you take it.
The two of them are sitting on a park bench, she’s leaning into his frame and they both have wide smiles on their faces. They seem so in love. And you know they are because fucking Adam reminds you every 20 seconds.
“Their love makes me sick.” Jade walks over, her hands patting down on her work apron, her tone is bland but she still tries to smile. “Like, we get it.”
“Who loves who more?” you begin with a toothy grin, “Adam to Hazel or Lenny to the sugar cookies?” you laugh while pointing at said Lenny stuffing his face with the reject cookies. Jade and Adam chuckle while they stare at him.
“Hey guys, really?” Lenny says with his mouth full. “You know I feel bad when we throw them away.” He pouts, crumbs decorating his lips.
“Lenny I catch you eating fresh ones all the time!” Adam points out.
“Sometimes they’re a little ugly…” Lenny reasons, “So I…”
“You don’t have to explain my guy, you just really love your cookies.” You hand Adam back his phone as you head towards the walk in freezer to take out the brownies yourself. You load up a tray and stick those suckers in the oven.
“You’re useless Adam.” Jade sticks a piece of gum in her mouth and chews obnoxiously “U-s-e-l-e-s-s. Useless.”
“You’re always so mean to me Jade what did I ever do to you?”
All 4 of you shoot your heads up when you hear the bell go off on the door of the bakery, its loud chime signaling the arrival of a customer.
“Oh.” Jade says while popping a bubble. “It’s your usual customer y/n.”
You tilt your head towards the front of the store to get a look at who she is talking about, and yup its him. Your most consistent customer who orders the same damn thing every single day. 2 oatmeal raisin cookies and that’s it.
“Can someone else just take care of him today?” you whine, “I’m not in the mood to argue.”
“You know he’s just going to ask for you…” Lenny says stuffing his face with another cookie.
“God damn it.” You huff out, you grab two gloves from the box on the counter and begin walking towards the front of the store.
You reach the front counter and take in your enemy—you mean, your customer.
“And what do I owe the pleasure Mister Oatmeal Raisin?” you raise a brow towards the man. He’s only a few inches taller than you, his hair is a sandy color today and you hate to admit it looks good on him.
“You know you could just call me by name.” the man sways side to side with a smirk on his face.
“I like Mister Oatmeal Raisin.”
He has been coming to this store for the last couple of months and you two…don’t necessarily get along swimmingly. He complains a lot and is a total smart ass. And you? Well, you’re not much better.
“Well, I’ll have my usual.” He smiles, “And you know the drill, please make sure there is a normal amount of raisins and not a million, I don’t want 8 raisins a bite. But one every now and then.”
You roll your eyes extremely dramatically, pressing the buttons on the screen for his order.
“Sir yes sir.” You salute towards him, “How could I not know the drill?”
“That’s the spirit.”
You spin on your heels and head towards the back to heat up his two cookies. You carefully select one cookie with barely any raisins and one cookie with a million, just like he didn’t want. You cackle to yourself as you place them in the baggy, feeling beyond satisfied.
“How haven’t you gotten fired?” Adam crosses his arms over his chest as he watches you, “And how hasn’t he complained about you? You do this every time I don’t get it.”
“He likes her.” Jade says plainly while scrolling through her phone.
“As fucking if!” you scoff, “He wants nothing but to annoy me!” But you can’t help but smile.
“He literally only asks for you every time you’re in.” Lenny reasons, “but you shouldn’t like him back…he likes the worst cookie on the menu. Sugar is where it’s at.”
You laugh at your coworker while walking back up towards the front of the store, reaching the counter.
“Your cookies!” you hand him the baggy with an evil smirk, “I hope you enjoy them.” You wink.
The man opens the baggy and inspects each cookie and with his own evil smirk he winks back at you, “Are we serious right now?” his sly smile doesn’t leave his face as he begins to complain, “You are such a brat.”
“$4 Mister Oatmeal Raisin.”
He hands you the cash, you put it away quickly and with a wide smile you gesture towards the door for him to leave.
“Min Yoongi.” He shakes the bag of cookies in front of him, “Not Mister Oatmeal Raisin.” He turns around and starts walking towards the door but before he exits he tilts his head to look at you one last time, “See you tomorrow…y/n.”
You feel a harsh blush creep up on your cheeks, or your whole face actually. Maybe your whole body. You feel taken aback he knows your name but then you remember you have a god damn name tag.
“Uh…yeah.”
“See you tomorrow…y/n.” all 3 of your coworkers mock in a deep voice.
“Shut up guys!” you whine into your hands, “Can we please just get back to work!”
~~~~~
A few weeks later
The drive to Jimin’s is a quick 7 minutes but you did take a little detour. You decided to stop at the pizzeria that’s on the way and grab a hot pizza for the two of you.
“Hehe.” You look over to the steamy food sitting in the passenger seat.
Jimin has been such a great friend to you all this time and you feel like you’ve never really thanked him…so, tonight you two are going to have a fun night in—he just doesn’t know it yet.
Who doesn’t love being surprised with food?
You pull up to Jimin’s apartment complex and after driving in circles you finally find a parking spot. You grab your purse, your backpack, and the pizza and make your way up to his apartment.
You knock on his front door a few times but get no answer. Maybe he’s not home? No, you definitely hear music coming from the other side…so, you decide to call him.
“Hello?”
“Jimin~ let me in!” you sing into the phone.
“You’re—you’re here?”
“Let me in already!” and with that you hang up and wait patiently outside the door.
A few moments pass before the door is opening up, when Jimin really registers that it’s you he’s kind of closing the door until only his face is shown through the crack.
“Ummm…yes?”
You quirk a brow at the boy, “What do you mean ‘yes?’ let me in!” you begin walking forward when a panicked Jimin opens the door wider to let himself outside and shut the door behind him.
“y/n…why are you here? Did we have plans tonight?” he looks down at the pizza in your hands.
“Not exactly…” you admit, “But I figured we could have a night in.”
Jimin frowns. Fucking frowns!
“Or not?” you say awkwardly.
You hear some sort of banging on the other side of the door and then it clicks.
“Oh? You have someone over?” you smirk.
“Uhhh…no. Nothing like that.” Jimin’s eyes slide to the side as he tries to think of what to say next.
“Babe—”
“Jimin!”
The door is being swung wide open and your eyes travel from some horrendous toes socks to some tight jeans to a striped t shirt to yes, Jungkook’s surprised face.
“Oh.” You both say at the same time.
You and Jungkook stare at one another for a few moments, neither of your eyes leaving the other when Jimin clears his throat.
“Sorry y/n. Jungkook is already over…” he gives you an apologetic smile.
“Is it just you two?” you ask quietly.
“Huh? Uh, yeah.”
You glance down at the pizza and think to yourself. You and Jungkook may not be friends but you can be civil? Yeah, totally! You can definitely be civil! You already bought this fucking pizza so you and Jimin are going to eat it! And you guess, Jungkook too.
“Okay, let me in.” you start shoving your way past Jimin, you watch as his and Jungkook’s eyes go wide.
“Maybe you didn’t hear him, but I am already hanging out with him?” Jungkook sputters out. He awkwardly moves to the side anyway to let you through.
“I can be civil with you Jungkook. Plus, I don’t want this pizza to go to waste. So let’s eat.” You walk through, nudging the pizza box into Jungkook’s hands, he takes it while looking at Jimin with shocked eyes.
Jimin just shrugs and follows you inside.
“Yeah, let’s eat.” He says nonchalantly.
Jungkook is left at the door with the pizza in his hands as he is left completely dumbfounded. He is malfunctioning.
“Jungkook?” you call out over your shoulder, “Hurry up, I’m hungry!”
“Yeah, Jungkook hurry up!” Jimin smirks, he isn’t totally sure what’s going on but he kind of likes it.
“So what were you guys doing before I got here?” you shove an entire slice of pizza down your throat, the sauce getting left behind on your lips.
“I was teaching Jungkook some of my dance moves…we made a bet that he couldn’t learn the entire routine in 3 times…and—”
“Let me guess, he fucking learned it.” You laugh.
Jimin groans, his head thrown back as he begins nodding his head ‘yes.’
“So annoying! What can’t he do!” Jimin throws the pizza crust in the box and Jungkook immediately picks it up and eats it.
“Pshh, I could name a few things.” You point out bitterly. “But we won’t get into that.”
“Yeah, please don’t.” Jimin pleads.
“I’m curious…what is it you think I cant do?” Jungkook quirks a brow at you and your eyes darken in his direction.
“You really want me to?” you take a napkin and wipe your lips, “It’s nothing nice.” You admit.
“Oh then yes, please don’t.” Jungkook is quick to say.
“Yes, please don’t.” Jimin begs again.
The 3 of you are sitting on the living room floor, maybe only 30 minutes or so has passed by and it’s not too awkward. But it’s not necessarily comfortable either. Jimin looks between you and Jungkook constantly, waiting for someone to crack but neither of you really speak to each other. Both of you really only communicating with Jimin.
“So Jimin, are you going to show me another routine?”
“Why? So you can prove you’re the master of everything again? No thanks.”
“Jimin, maybe you can show me a few steps?”
Jimin smiles awkwardly while Jungkook is quick to burst out laughing. You snap your head towards Jungkook and raise your brows at him.
“Why is Jungkook laughing, Jimin?”
“Umm…” Jimin smiles softly, “You aren’t the most…”
Jungkook laughs harder as he watches Jimin trying to explain.
“Aren’t the most…?” You tilt your head towards the boy.
“C’mon y/n don’t make me say it…” Jimin drags out his words in a whine, he plays with his fingers, looking around the room awkwardly.
“Just say it Jimin.” Jungkook chuckles out.
“If you’re trying to say I’m a bad dancer, we all know that’s not true!” you defend once you catch on, you pout at the boys.
“Well…”
“You have both told me I am a good dancer!”
“Well, you know how to move. But steps…following a routine…that’s different. You aren’t very coordinated.” Jimin finally admits, a sheepish grin on his face.
“He means you can roll your hips but your feet are clumsy as fuck.” Jungkook says, still laughing at the situation.
“Shut up.” You glare at Jungkook.
“No, he’s right.” Jimin begins laughing as well, he looks at you and smiles. Well, if Jimin is saying it…maybe it might be true. It’s not like you didn’t kind of know. But still!
“Fine, whatever. Don’t teach me then.”
Suddenly, Jimin’s phone is going off and he rushes to the kitchen to answer it. You and Jungkook eat your pizza in silence, awkwardly catching one another’s gaze.
“So—”
“Don’t talk to me.” You cut in. Jimin isn’t here so it’s not like you have to be totally social with Jungkook.
“Oh.” Jungkook dramatically slumps his shoulders and pouts. You watch him as he throws a silent fit like the baby he is. “Okay.”
Jimin walks back into the living room looking annoyed, he stands between you two and throws a hand on his hip.
“I have to go down to the front office, there was a mix up in packages…I shouldn’t take too long…” he bites down on his plump bottom lip, “Please be civil while I’m gone. Jungkook…” he looks at the boy then at you, “y/n…” he warns.
“Sir yes sir!” you salute towards your friend with a straight face.
Jimin only narrows his eyes as he looks between you two.
“I’m serious…” he says.
Then he is putting on some shoes and heading out the front door, the soft click making you shudder. You’re alone with Jungkook.
A few minutes pass and you both awkwardly just sit there, sometimes catching the other looking. You finally huff out and accidentally giggle.
“What’s funny?” Jungkook’s curiosity getting the best of him.
“It’s just…I feel like we’re Jimin’s divorced parents and we’re trying to be civil for our child.”
Jungkook stares at you with scrunched brows, then looks away while a chuckle escapes his lips.
“Yeah. You’re right.”
You only nod your head in response. You two go back to the awkward silence.
You aren’t used to this…this awkward and odd silence that lingers between you two. It feels so fucking suffocating you almost wish you were on total talking terms so you didn’t have to endure this shit show.
“You know I could…no, forget it.” Jungkook bites his nails as he speaks, “I…”
“What?” you don’t mean to snap at him, but somehow even talking with an attitude feels better than not talking at all.
“I was going to say…I could teach you some steps…then you could surprise Jimin. He’s been working on a salsa piece…I can teach you some? Then maybe he will stop talking shit on your dancing.” Jungkook laughs awkwardly.
“Wait—he talks shit?!” somehow this doesn’t surprise you in the least.
“Only a little.” Jungkook shows you how little with his pointer finger and thumb. “But uh, want me to show you?”
“I don’t even want to talk to you, you think I want to dance with you?” you raise a brow in amusement. You forget this boy has all the audacity.
“Dancing doesn’t have to have any talking.” Jungkook states with a sly smile.
“So you’re just going to show me the steps?”
“Precisely.”
You don’t know why, but this sounds better than actually speaking and/or just sitting in miserable silence. And maybe, just maybe you have a desire to be close to him.
“You think I could learn in time before Jimin gets back?”
“With me as your teacher? Definitely.” He fucking smirks at you and you can’t help but feel that feeling in your stomach. Not necessarily a bad feeling but a fucking feeling.
Jungkook stands to his feet and extends his hand out to you for you to take.
“Here, stand up.”
Your eyes travel from his hands to his eyes and you blink lazily at him…wait, you’re really doing this? He stares down at you and he smiles softly and it creates a warmth in your chest that you’re trying so hard to ignore. You can’t.
Even so, you hesitantly begin to reach up to grab on to his hand, once your skin touches his you feel it. The burning. You should be used to it but right now, the fire is raging and the heat is almost too much. But you let him close his hand over yours as he helps you up.
You’re now standing in front of one another, in complete silence again. But this time it’s not awkward—no, it’s a different type of tension. Your hand lingers in his, neither of you brave enough to let go of the other. Jungkook looks down at you and you up at him, and you feel a million things. But the number one thing you feel is pain. You slowly pull your hand back and break eye contact with him, your head dropping low.
“Show me already.” You whisper.
“Shh, no talking.” Jungkook quietly demands. “Only speak with your body.” He puts some music on the speakers and smirks at you.
Jungkook steps closer to you and you stay grounded in your spot, you can feel the heat of his body begin to radiate and warm you. One of his hands find yours, he weaves his fingers through your own and puts one hand on your hip, he looks down at you to warn you this is how he will guide you.
“Just follow me.”
“You said no talking Mr.Jeon.” you say almost under your breath as you stare into his eyes. Jungkook rolls his head back with a smirk on his face, he looks at you and nods.
He puts his left foot forward and steps with his right foot in the same place at center, then puts his left foot back again. You try to copy his moves but even with such simple steps you step on his feet. He looks up at you disapprovingly. You only smile at him.
You two continue to try these steps until you finally manage to understand them even just a little bit. Jungkook brings your body closer to his as you two move your hips to the music while following the simple steps. His chest flush against your own, his heart beating so loudly you can feel it. Your heart isn’t any better. You start to finally get the hang of it, the music slowly taking you to another place. Jungkook moves his hips to the beat so flawlessly and honestly? You’re doing pretty fucking good if you do say so yourself.
Jungkook’s grip on your hip tightens as he grinds himself closer to you, you feel lightheaded as you two dance to the song. Your breathing getting just a little heavier and you feel lost and pathetic but you’re too immersed in the dance to care. Jungkook finds his head falling into the crook of your neck, his hot breaths fanning against your sensitive skin and you find your hand skimming up his back until you have a handful of his hair. You lightly tug on his locks and Jungkook quietly groans. You don’t know if you’re even doing the right steps anymore, your feet moving all around the place, but somehow it’s working. You’re still following his lead and you’re sure the dance looks somewhat okay. All you care about is how both of your hips move to the beat of the music and into each other. You two are so in sync its driving you nuts.
Jungkook lifts his head and watches as you close your eyes and he closes his own eyes, his head falling forward, your foreheads close to touching. You feel so dizzy, so light and airy, so fucking great like you’re floating. You can’t help but feel the heat creep up your entire body, you feel sweat start to build as you two move. You tighten your hands around Jungkook’s neck and pull him down impossibly close, until his forehead is touching yours. Your harsh breaths mingling with his. You get dragged into the memory of when he had you pinned to his dorms mattress, you recall how his lips left kisses all along your throat, his hot breath reminding you of the past. You think of how he rolled his hips into you effortlessly then as well, you think of how you scraped your nails down his back as he thrusted into you. God, you need to think of something else but Jungkook is filling your mind.
Jungkook’s breathing picks up again, as does yours. Your memories making this dance that much more sensual. You remember the way Jungkook nibbled on your ear as he let filthy words spill from his mouth when he fucked you. God, you should not be thinking this but his body feels so good. God, you should think of anything…literally anything else. You remember how he held you close much like how he is right now. You two continue dancing to the song that is soon coming to an end. You know exactly how it feels to have Jungkook inside you, moving and stilling. You know exactly what it feels like to come all around his cock. God, you need to stop. You need to slow your breathing. God, you…you…you...he continues to guide you along to the music when you feel something hard poke against you. Oh. Oh. OH. Hard. He’s hard.
Immediately, you pull back and take several clumsy steps backward. You blink at him with wide eyes when you realize that maybe he was recalling the same memories as you. Your wide eyes concerning Jungkook.
“Okay, that’s enough lessons for today.” Your harsh breaths don’t go unnoticed by Jungkook, his own breathing quite unsteady.
“Right.” Jungkook mumbles.
You two stand around for a few moments, just taking in the experience you just shared.
You still feel…how do you feel? You just shared a hot dance with your best friend? Wait—ex best friend? You don’t know. The memory of his body moving with yours, his skin touching your skin, his breaths on your neck, his hair balled up in your hands. God, it felt so good.
But so wrong.
“Umm…thanks.” You finally say.
Jungkook perks up at the gratitude, even if it’s somewhat forced. His frown turns into a small smile and you can’t help but smile back.
“I miss you y/n.” Jungkook instantly regrets it by the look on your face. Your expression turning hard. “Sorry I—”
“No, I miss you too.” You answer honestly. “But this doesn’t change anything.”
“But why not? Do you really not want me in your life for like, ever?”
Jungkook’s questions settle deep within you. The depth they hold…it’s too much. You wonder? Is this anti-Jungkook thing permanent? Or are you just trying to teach him a lesson?
Jungkook rubs his temples as he thinks, he sighs out instead of talking more.
“Not forever.” You finally say. Jungkook looks at you, a sliver of hope flashes across his face.
“But when?” he asks softly.
Yeah y/n. When? You know you both can’t go back to how things use to be but maybe starting over? God, you don’t know what to do! You know someone like Trina will be disappointed you became friends with Jungkook again so quickly, but you know someone like Jimin would be happy his two friends are back to being on okay terms. Why are you trying to please everybody? What do you want?
“Will you ever give up?” you say a little more lightly.
“No…” he says under his breath, his eyes focusing on the TV. “Not until you agree to be my friend again.”
You look at Jungkook with disbelief written all over your face, this boy has the fucking audacity once again. You’re amused though.
“Excuse me?” you say, cleaning your ear out with your point finger. “I didn’t catch that.”
Jungkook looks into your eyes, his eyes are large and doe like and it brings you back to every moment ever that he has given you this look.
“You’re stuck with me until you love me again.” He says more firmly.
“Who said,” you look at him with soft eyes, “That I ever stopped loving you?”
Jungkook smiles, he fucking smiles. His adorable bunny smile that makes your heart race.
“You still love me?”
“Only a little.” You jut your lip out, “I mostly hate you.”
Jungkook only frowns for a second before he is smiling again, “That’s fair.”
The two of you stand in comfortable silence for a few minutes, you sway back and forth wondering what you want to say to him—you miss him, of course but…
“Let’s take it slow.” You finally break the silence. You miss him more than anything and it might be worth it to have him in your life again, “You aren’t going to be a priority in my life anymore.” You crack you knuckles, the sound filling up the room.
“I know,” Jungkook feels his heart twist at your words but at least it’s something. “We can go however slow you want y/n.”
“You are on—”
“Thin fucking ice, buddy. I know.”
You exhale a shaky breath, thinking about how to go about this, “We can text every now and then, I’m not sure I want to hang out with you quite yet.”
“Okay.”
“Maybe a group hang out first…”
“I’d like that.”
Jungkook reaches over to grab your hand but you pull back, “That’s a no from me for the affection.”
Hurt flashes across Jungkook’s features but he softens up as he nods his head. “Noted.”
You wonder if you’re making the right decision. This wasn’t easy, you know? This actually felt quite hard. But somehow you feel like some weight has been lifted off your shoulders, like things maybe just maybe will be okay.
“I won’t push myself on you, I promise.” Jungkook sits back down on the floor, crossing his legs.
“Just be yourself, Jungkook.”
“If I wanted to be myself I would be hugging you right now but that’s apparently off limits.” He jokes.
“One hug.” You open your arms timidly. You feel one hug can’t be too bad?
Jungkook widens his eyes in pleasant surprise. He stands to his feet again and opens his own arms.
“C’mere.”
You watch in disbelief as he grins with his arms wide open, expecting you to go to him! And you do. You fucking do.
His arms wrap around you, he pushes you into his chest and you feel so fucking good. So warm, so cozy. His scent making you feel dizzy again, his warmth causing you to heat up. You lean back and look at his content face, he honestly looks so fucking content. Like, this hug is everything to him. And maybe it is, but you don’t know that.
“Uh, am I interrupting something?” you both snap your heads toward the front door to see Jimin standing there with a package in his hands.
“I can come back later?” he smirks at you two.
“No no no no!” you drop your arms from hugging Jungkook and take a few steps back, “We were just—”
“We made up, Jimin.” Jungkook says calmly with the softest smile you’ve ever seen on him.
“We’re taking it slow!” you rush to say.
“Oh?” Jimin winks, he walks forward until he’s in the living room joining you two. “Does this mean you will be joining us this Thursday at Jungkook and Nick’s place?”
“Huh?”
Jungkook shifts on his feet, “Yeah, uh, me and Nick are having a small get together on Thursday…you can bring whoever you want…but you’re definitely invited.”
“Before I answer that…Jimin how did you not know about Nick and him being Jungkook’s roommate?”
“Listen! Jungkook is always HERE! I never go over there! The few times I was there Nick was never home okay?!” Jimin whines obnoxiously.
“Okay, whatever. And Jungkook, I said—”
“You said group hang outs.” Jungkook pouts.
Oh. You did say that. But this soon? And is she going to be there?
You chew on your lips before answering, “Okay. But I’m bringing Trina and Holly.”
“Oh bro, Trina is not your biggest fan.” Jimin cuts in.
“Yeah, I know how she is I already anticipated that.” Jungkook shrugs, he looks at you with a small smile.
Okay, starting over? Taking it slow? Can you and Jungkook do this? You look between the boys and smile,
“Okay. See you boys on Thursday.”
#bts#bts smut#bts angst#bts fluff#jeon jungkook#jungkook x reader#jungkook smut#jungkook angst#jungkook fluff#taehyung angst
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oc is back on her bullshit!!! miss out and about im gonna forget about you!! im so sorry for this part actually. descriptions of oc sleeping with someone who is not jaykay (warning!! infidelity but not really). suppressed feelings on jks side. chayoung is still Suspicious. everyone is now mildly shitty actually. roughly 2k. listen to not gonna cry by emma steikbakken and stranger by tove lo.
titled — fuel to the fire
It's been three days since you last spoke to Jeongguk (and four weeks since your break-up). Not about your relationship or the horrendous state your sudden break-up left you in, or about the fact that Jeongguk had moved on before your heart had even registered the cracks he'd left in his wake. No, not that – none of the actual life changing important stuff, only him briefly mentioning that you needed to hand in your event proposal for the student committee before the deadline approached. It was unbelievably strange to watch the person you'd basically surgically attached to your being behave like a complete stranger. It didn't help that he didn't seemed unfazed approaching you, while you on the other hand actively avoided him and all the usual corners of campus where he liked to lurk (which sucked because those corners were some of your favourites places too). But there he was, ambling to you with an ease that made your gut violently twist, acrid bile slithering up your throat.
He'd spoken so freely, the sound of your name on his tongue a brand on your skin. You'd frozen, heart a wild animal locked in your chest, before you could summon the mettle to look him in the face.
The first thing you noted was that his hair was no longer long. Dark locks cropped short around his ears now and casually gelled back, idle strands playfully framing his face. His features are what you settled on next, eager eyes remapping the sharp slope of his nose, easily identifying the sneaky dimple on his cheek begging to burst free and then shifting down to the dark mark right below his soft pink lips.
Your first instinct was to pull him into your arms but they were frozen, glued to the table beneath you before that blinding rage rose it's head, sparking through your veins the longer you looked at him.
He didn't even seem to realise it, rattling off the list of things you needed to email him for the spring scavenger hunt or else the event could be cancelled (which sucked because that was an idea you had created with Jeongguk and now you were stuck carrying the bulk of the event alone).
Your replies had been curt, blunt as they left your lips before you'd pointedly turned away. Maybe if you had looked a little longer you would detected the lingering gaze he granted your features, how he shuffled on his feet, unsure and hesitant, words on his tongue longing to be released. Eventually he had swallowed him down, mumbled a quick goodbye and wandered off, the hands shoved in the pockets of his baggy jeans aching to hold yours again.
You, however, didn't miss the muffled giggles of girls he passed on his way out, a sick icky feeling clogging your throat. You didn't mind the fan girls when you were dating because you knew Jeongguk was yours and yours alone. But now? When he'd moved on not even a weak after your break-up you didn't know how to feel. Jealous, maybe. Furious, absolutely. For a second, you considered throwing your mini stapler at their huddled heads, weighing the odds of possibly going to jail for assault. But there was no reason to truly justify that reaction, not when Jeongguk was single and apparently available for everyone. But did that feeling still brew inside of you? Turning into something black and vile and vengeful? Perhaps.
And maybe that's why you're here now, the body of some boy pressing against yours, your bare back prickling as the night wind grazes against it. The dress you'd plucked from your closet was criminal, clinging to the dips and rounds of your body perfectly, a silky emerald backless piece that shimmered beneath the soft lights of the porch you'd abruptly accoupled. His name might be Lucas – you may have been able to accurately remember that three drinks ago but you're beyond that now. And it didn’t really matter when all you wanted was for him to fuck you. He's also big and huge, massive shoulders caving you in, and his hands is snaking it's way up your thighs, ginger kisses peppered along the span of your neck.
Which is not what you wanted. Not in a one-night stand at least. You don't want soft and gentle, you want something wild – feral even. Something harsh enough to wipe the memory of Jeongguk's hands on your skin, something bright and fierce and new. Something to make you feel alive again.
Lucas gets the hint soon enough, spurred on by the bold movement of your hand guiding his closer, right between your thighs were you wanted him. Deft harsh fingers on your clit followed, pressing against the damp fabric with no remorse. You couldn't help the whimper that floats from your lips, the tension stringing through your limbs finally alleviated.
"Cute," he murmurs, seemly pleased judging from the broad smile that tugs at his lips. You make a noise of agreement in return, drawing in him for a kiss as the pad of this thumb toys with you. There's the sillage of whiskey on his tongue, something that nearly makes you freeze because you're used to tasting that on Jeongguk. But you beat down that apprehension, a muffled moan breaking past your lips when Luca's tongue mets yours.
"My place?" He suggests, lips glimmering from your lip gloss. You smile, a familiar giddiness bubbling in your chest when he shifts a little, hard bulge bumping into the base of your stomach. You give in a little bit more easily than you normally would have, clinging onto his hand as he guides you out of the party towards the neighboring building. Chayoung and Sieun are going to kill you later for this but you simply can't force yourself to care.
"You're in that frat?" You finally murmur out when he keys himself into the building. Lucas hums, glowing under the moonlight when he smiles at you.
"Mhm, Sigma Chi for life, babe."
Babe. A complete one-eighty from the bunny you'd grown accustomed to.
It hits a little harder when he gets you into his room, the mess unlike anything you'd ever seen at Jeongguk's (he's very anal but his room and how clean it should be, specific down even to the various scents he kept around to ensure the air he breathed was perfect). Lucas was the average frat boy, messy but neat enough that you find yourself naked on his bed a couple moments later, his tongue deep inside of you. Your brain couldn't help but recall the last time a head had settled between your thighs, Jeongguk eager to lick out the pool of cum he'd left there. But this wasn't him and as of five seconds ago you decided you’re no longer allowed to think about him.
Lucas makes it easy, tongue skilled and swift around your clit, a fervour in his movements that leaves you dripping down his chin. Jeongguk evaporates from your mind entirely when Lucas descends on you, his mouth glistening and his tongue tasting of you. His kisses are hungry now, forceful, just what you need. Your palms stray down his wide back, a strange tingle erupting in your gut when your nails dig and he groans right down your throat.
"You're so big," the comment is a mumbled slur, lost in Lucas's mouth. For a second, you think he misunderstands, his hard cock twitching against your thigh. You're actually talking about his shoulders; they're broad, muscles rippling every time he shifts to press you harder into the mattress. You like the weight of him on you, it makes forgetting easier.
But Lucas knows what you're saying, discerning your wandering fingers and clouded eyes well.
"I know," he returns with lopsided smile. "Perks of swimming."
Oh, of course he was an athlete. Maybe you had a type after all.
Before Jeongguk has a moment to resurface Lucas has you in his arms, easily twisting you around so that your face is buried in his sheets. It short-circuits you, brain sparking with how large and huge and strong he feels. The following sudden press of his lips against your ass doesn’t help, your heart thumping loud in your head as your shuffle onto your elbows.
"Good?" Lucas asks, rising to fetch a condom from his drawer.
"Mhm," you return, thighs trembling when he returns. He easily lines himself up with you, the head of his cock pressed into you coaxing a low groan from your throat. The first thrust hurts, probably because you're body isn't as on board with this as you thought. But that changes quick when Lucas's hand slides underneath you, swiftly settling on your clit until you're leaking around his length, skin tight with tension and sweat beading along the length of your back. The stretch feels strange – he's larger than Jeongguk, wider. At first it's too uncomfortable to feel good. Your senses narrow on the sound of your meeting instead, loud and lewd, your pussy squelching with every drag of his cock inside of you. The ripple of your ass helps you relax too, a pleasant almost dizzy feel spreading through your body when Lucas draws you closer, shoving himself deep inside, the whine floating from his lips painting your skin warm. He fucks you hard enough to leave marks, large fingers digger into your hips with every resounding collide of your bodies. You shiver when he finishes, a grimness appearing on your skin. It's vanished by Lucas tugging you close, his mouth light on your lip as he kisses you, cock slowly slipping out.
It feels better the second round. He's perceptive, quickly learning how you like your clit touched, or that you like when his teeth sink into your skin rather hard. You actually cum this time, spread open over his massive strong thighs, his length splitting you open, the stretched welcomed.
You forgot about Jeongguk and your sore heart for a total of two wonderous hours, before your phone starts blaring from your discarded mini-bag on the floor. Lucas is the one that gets it for you.
"Hi?"
"Y/N! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" Chayoung's tone is aggrieved, wavering through the sound of some song blasting in the background.
"Oh. I left." You hope she gets it, doesn't press any further. But what was Chayoung if not a button pusher?
"WHERE? YOU WENT HOME? WHEN?"
"No, I'm not home. And awhile ago." Lucas is pointedly not listening, pattering through the adjacent bathroom of his room. The pressure ebbs when he turns the tap on loud.
"WHAT?"
"I said I'm not home! And please stop yelling!"
There's a loaded pause. You can feel Chayoung thinking through the line. "Okay... Who are you with?"
"Fine, yes I'll meet you there," you say instead, completely ignoring her question. Lucas is out of the bathroom now, massive and still naked as his knee sinks into the mattress. He crawls to you as you scramble to get out, phone wedged between your shoulder and ear. "Yeah, yeah I know I'm sorry. I'll come get you."
"What the hell are you talking about Y/N? Who are you with?" Chayoung's words are bitter now, stinging as they hit your ear.
"Gimme five seconds, I'll be right there," you return, swiftly cutting the call. Chayoung is going to kill you the second you see her but you'd rather attempt to live through that than Lucas overhearing you gossip about him on the phone with your friend. The man in question is watching you with a chary gaze as you hurriedly tug your dress over your head. "Sorry," you supply, pulling the hem down hard over your butt. "My friend needs me."
He nods slow, strawberry blond locks swaying. He's actually very hot, an observation that has you stilling for a second.
"Cool. See you around, yeah?" His eyes are round and big, bright even – almost like Jeongguk's. That breaks the spell.
"Yeah, see you around." And then you take the chance to flee, bag swung over your shoulder. Except Lucas halts you with a low cough, raising his hand, something bunched up in it.
"You forget this, though." It's your underwear, red and lacy. Your cheeks match the colour of fabric, flushed hot as you pluck it out of his wide palm. Lucas watches you slip them on with a smug smile, one that you should hate but there's a humour in it that blooms through you. He lets you part with a fond squeeze of ass when he gets up to open the door, still grinning.
"See you, Y/N," he says, leaning against the doorframe. He's very tall too, how did you miss that?
"Yeah," you squeak back, eyes shifting from his face with speed. "See you."
He's not Jeongguk, and that's good. He also makes it easy for you to forget about Jeongguk, another plus. And you can't help but wonder as you scurry back to the party, that it might be nice to see him again.
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That sentiment gets jumbled when Chayoung avidly spills to you later that she'd stumbled into Jeongguk with his hands tangled with another girls, leading her right out of the party as Lucas had lead you. It stings, of course it does, but not as much as the first one. Not when Lucas is in your DMs, his messages sweet albeit corny, and you can still recall the taste of you on his tongue.
But despite everything, even with Jeongguk a new stranger and Lucas's body warming yours, you haven’t truly let go. You can feel it in how you cling to the clothes Jeongguk had left in your closet. He hadn't requested to come pick them up yet, a fact that keeps a wedge in the door you're not sure you can close alone. Your heart still spikes when you see him on campus, and there's a home game coming around the corner that you're longing to go to. Because you still want to see him. Still want to be by his side Sometimes it felt nice to want to forget but you couldn't – not yet at least, not until you know whether he wants to forget about you too.
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Type: Kaz Brekker x reader.
Fandom: Six of Crows.
Warning: Mentions of trauma and I think maybe some fluff.
Summary: You got almost killed and Kaz is so worried about you.
Authors note: Let's suppose that Kaz has already got through his trauma, it's still weird the skin to skin contact but not really terrified him anymore. He's older and found someone who helped him with it. I promise I'm going to make a hot one with him, not actually smut but a hotter one but not this time.
Kaz eyes were absolutely terrified and glazed when he brought you to Nina's place. You were badly injured, Pekka Rollins had finally got his revenge but Kaz made his move too, he didn't kill the guy but didn’t let him survive either. Let's just say that his hand was now unable to be used... Oh, did I say his hand? I meant his hands, and an honor mention for his feet that he may have to use something to help him walk for some time.
You were trembling, knowing that the change of you dying was very high. This didn’t bother you anyway, wasn't that you had much to live for and you knew this day was going to happen sooner or later, and with the life you had the sooner one was the most probable.
Both Kaz and Nina were worried. Kaz, your ex boyfriend and Nina your best friend. But you weren't in good terms to think about anything, everything was a blur and you could hear some voices but not actually what they're saying. You couldn't distinguish the different words that were being pronounced by both sides or even the people coming around when seeing someone with severe cuts on their body.
When you woke up you were in a different room than your common one. It was a luxurious place, the bed beneath you was warm and comfortable, the room was bright and actually clean. You tried to sit down but a merciless pain took the best of you.
"No, no, no- Please, don't move. You're still recovering. I'm going to get someone to tell Kaz that you woke up." You heard a familiar voice. It was Nina's voice. You had to pay attention to really understand what she was saying.
A moment later, after Nina made sure you were stable she let Kaz enter the room.
"Where am I?" The first thing you said. "How much did I sleep?"
"You're at a hotel and you've blacked out for three days. I thought you were dead but Nina made sure you were still alive but just in a coma." The worry in his tone was so obvious that he shut the second after.
"Why are you here?" Not that you didn't want him here but he was your ex, he broke up with you for God knows why. You were trying to get over him for months, having to see his face every single day.
"Why wouldn't I? My best investment was almost dead, I had to do something." This wasn't what he wanted to say and neither what you wanted to hear but that's what was said.
Everything in Kaz's body screamed I'm here because I was worried about you, because I love you and I didn't break up with you by choice, is because you're so good for me and I don't deserve someone as kind as you. But you must hate him at this moment.
"Of course, your investment. It's always about investments." You said. "Sometimes I think if you really loved me one day." This part was so low that you weren't sure if he listened.
It proved you right in the moment, when he just turned around and went to leave the room.
"So that's it, you're just going to leave?" Your brow arched.
"Yes" He said after taking a deep breath. After putting his thoughts in order.
The surprise in your expression was clear, "What?"
"Yes, I loved you and actually I still do." All of his words were said with him backward. And then he started to move again, all he wanted was to close the door behind him and run away from his problems again.
But you were faster, that's why you're on his team. With difficulty you stood and ran to the door he was going to leave. Your hand touched his arm which made him flinch and then turn to look at you. He knew he couldn't handle it, he tried for months to not run back to you, yet every time he laid his head on the pillow he missed your body next to his.
This time he couldn't. He turned to look at you, his hand touched the bare skin of your waist. It was weird for him, the flesh contact but the cold water didn't come, he waited and waited for seconds but the only feeling that consumed him was the need of kissing you. The water retired a long time ago and that is what terrified him the most, the feeling he never had for someone.
"You know I'm not and will never be a good person." A step closer and now his breath mixed to yours.
"As I'm not too."
And now you were lost, lost on the touch of his hands, lost on the feeling of his breath, lost on his lips so close to yours. You took the first step and made your mouths collide.
To his surprise this time he didn't flint, actually he didn't feel anything but... happiness?
Mouths.
Tongues.
His hands tracing it's way up and down your body. You were using a cropped top and pajama shorts leaving most of your skin to be touched. Your whole body was shivering, your hands went to his hair while his nails tugged on the skin of your ankles.
"I missed you- fuck I missed you so much." You were the one to say something. Then you guys were kissing again, the warm feeling of his mouth on yours, your mouth on his. He knew this was a unique feeling, that he never felt it before and will never do and the reason why is in front of him. No one was like you.
You need to pull away, she's your greatest weakness. You love her and they know that. I can't, she's just so intoxicating. I don't want her to leave. The voice in the back of his head was trying to talk to him. He must listen to it, it was right, he couldn't even tell it was wrong but he also couldn't let you go again. He couldn't see you going, he needed you. So, that was when he just gave up trying and gave everything he had on this simple kiss, this simple kiss that made his heart jump out of his ribs.
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28. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
50. “I’m not going to touch you, we’re in public”
vernon x f!reader
w.c: 1.5k
warnings: fluff, smut, public sex?? kinda, fingering, breast play, orgasm denial if you squint. and minimal editing.
note: hello, I hope you enjoy this one. Thank you so much for reading this and please let me know your thoughts.Just a heads up I’m going on vacation tomorrow so there won’t be an upload tomorrow. So I shall see you all on Monday.
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No drinking tonight.
At least that’s what you told yourself before stepping foot into your best friend’s house. The minute you walked in, a red solo cup made its way into your hand, soon, one tequila shot turned into two, then three, then four. Until you were standing in front of the tv, toy microphone in your hand as you tried your very best to remember the lyrics to Baby by Justin Bieber.
It was no use, your mind was fuzzy and the words had started to bleed into one another in your head. But you were determined, there was no way in hell you would let Kwon Soonyoung beat you at karaoke, not when he was far drunker than you. At least you still had control of your limbs, he on the other hand could barely keep himself from falling every few seconds.
“If I win you’re going to have to kiss me.” He slurred, pointing his microphone at you.
Disgusted, you furrowed your brows. Newfound determination surging through your alcohol-filled veins. “In your dreams, Hoshi, my lips are staying far away from yours.”
“That’s what you said last time.” He turned his attention to the tv, the countdown displayed. Three, “I hope you moisturized them well enough for me, I don’t want to be kissing the Sahara desert.”
Two, you scoff, “that was one time.” You raise the mic up to your lips, squinting. The brightness of the screen felt like it was burning you blind, but you were motivated to finally beat Soonyoung at his own game.
One, “and it was the worst moment of my life.”
Start, “You know you love me I-”
Vernon steps in front of the tv, arms spread out wide, blocking the disappearing words. “Move Vernon!” You stand on your toes trying to look over his shoulder, his outstretched arms wrap around your shoulders turning you away from the screen. “What the fuck Vernon, I’m going to lose.”
Quietly he takes the mic from your hands handing it to Soonyoung and pushes you out of the living room, “You need to sober up.” He whispers ledding you out of the house and into the backyard.
You huff, crossing your arms in front of you and stomping your feet. This is the main reason why you didn’t want to drink. You always turned into a whining, overly, competitive, overly emotional child, and Vernon was always stuck taking care of you. As much as it annoyed him, to nurse you every time it happened. He would never complain, he found it amusing and adorable.
“I’m not that drunk.” You whisper, looking down at your feet, ashamed, toeing with the clean-cut grass underneath you.
Vernon chuckles and grabs your arm, leading you slowly to the porch swing facing away from the house where the two of spent the first thirty minutes of the party making out. Hidden away from everyone. “You were about to kiss Soonyoung, you are very much drunk.” He puts his hands on your shoulders, guiding you to sit down, while you complain.
He crouches down in front of you, placing a water bottle and some painkillers in your hand. “Drink.”
“I wasn’t going to.” You uncap the water bottle and throw your head back downing the pills quickly. “I was going to win.” You say, then taking another swing of water, chugging it like you haven’t had anything to drink in years.
Vernon smiles, putting his hand at the end of the bottle, “Alright slow down, water is not what I want you to choke on.” He smirks. Your eyes grow wide, and before you could stop it, you were spitting water in his face.
“Vern, oh my god, I’m sorry.” You put the bottle down and look around for something to dry his face, while he threw his head back laughing. “You can’t say things like that.” You groan, covering your face with your hands, embarrassed.
Laughing, he moves your hands from your face, his lips close to yours. “Why not, no ones around? I don’t have to watch my mouth when it’s just us.”
You turn your head sucking in a breath. Though your head still felt fuzzy you weren’t as drunk anymore. His words and piercing stare were enough to sober you up, at least enough to feel how wet you were between your legs.
He places his hand on the back of your neck, his breath hits your lips. “What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?” He kisses you lightly. His lips barely molding into yours, knowing it would leave you wanting more.
“N-Nothing,” you wrap your arms around his neck, attempting to bring him closer. He resists, resting his hands on your waist and tilting his head curiously, his thumb playing with the hem of your crop top.
“If you tell me I’ll forgive you for ever wanting to kiss Soonyoung.”
“I wasn’t going to kiss him, I was going to win!” You pout.
He leans in, “We both know that’s not true, you can barely do simple math when drunk.” His lips were so close you could lick them if you were to stick out your tongue. As much as you wanted to, you pushed down the idea, knowing that Vernon wouldn’t be happy if you did.
“I can barely do simple math when I’m sober, your argument is invalid.” Cheekily you pluck his beanie from his head, throwing it aside. “Now please touch me.” You say, running your hands through his hair, swiping your tongue slowly over your lips.
He stands up from his crouching position and sits down next to you. “I’m not going to touch, we’re in public.” He snakes an arm around your shoulder, tugging you close to the side of his body. “Now don’t make a sound, unless you want me to punish you here where someone can see if they were to just walk over.” He moves your leg, putting it over his lap.
You rest your head on top of his shoulder, “fuck, okay, I need you, please.”
“Patience my good girl.” He smiles kissing the top of your head. “Now open your legs a little more for me.” You oblige, sitting up a little straighter, while his hand travels down your body, sneaking its way inside your shirt and cupping your boob. You let out a low whine when he pinches your nipple through the lace of your thin bra.
A few times during the night he could see your nipples peeking through, making his mouth water. He had slapped Wonwoo a few times up the head for staring, sending him a warning glare that made Wonwoo shake his head in disbelief. He had to control himself from pulling you into one of the vacant rooms and taking you against the door so everyone could hear how good he made you feel. “What do you want me to do?” He pulled on your nipple once more, distracting you from the way he toyed with the button of your jeans.
“Your fingers, please fuck me with your fingers.” You whisper, taking the initiative to unbutton your jeans for him. “Please, you didn’t let me cum earlier, I need it.”
Vernon chuckled, “Who says you will now?” He pulls down your zipper, his hand finding its way inside your panties.
You look up at him pouting, “I’ve been good, please.”
He drags his fingers over your slit, groaning at how wet you were already. Sometimes it amazed him how easily he could turn you on. All he had to do was look at you a certain way and say something out of pocket to have you dripping for him. He loved the way your body reacted to him, the way your pussy took his fingers, mouth, and cock. It felt like heaven to him and he could never get enough.
“We will see, now kiss me.” He squeezes your boob and presses two of his finger over your clit. Without hesitation, you capture his lips with yours in a needy kiss. A low groan escaping him, dying against your lips.
He begins to slowly rub small figure eights over your swollen bud, building you up. You moan against his lips, hot tongues meshing together, teeth clattering in hot feverish need. You start lifting your hips into his hand, wishing he would just give you more.
Finally, Vernon inserts a finger inside of you and moves it with slow precision. You pull his head closer, tugging on the roots of his hair, whimpering against him. It felt so fucking good, you never wanted this moment to end.
He breaks the kiss, placing a soft one against your temple, releasing his grip on your boob. He smiles at you, pushing your head gently, laying it down against his shoulder. “Does it feel good?” He kisses your head, inserting another finger inside of you, stretching you out.
“Mhm, s’good.” You close your eyes in pleasure.
“Good, you’re amazing for me angel.” Vernon picks up the pace of his fingers, planting his feet on the ground, causing the porch swing to move underneath the two of you. It was driving you insane how innocent the two of you looked from inside the house. How unsuspecting everything he was doing to you looked. It excited you and it only made you want to come undone even more.
Vernon kept his ministrations, doubling his speed, while his thumb played with your clit. The added pleasure made you lift your hips, chasing his palm. He snickered, “are you close?” He says pressing his fingers into your g-spot, humming with approval when he felt you clench around him.
You nod, “yes, don’t, fuck, don’t stop please.” You plead, burying your face into his shoulder, biting his shirt to keep your moans from spilling out. The pleasure was building up faster than you could keep up. The knot in the pit of your stomach threatening to break from how fast he was fucking you with his fingers.
“Cum around my fingers angel. I want to feel how tight you get for me.” He whispers in your ear, pushing into your harder and faster than before, while cradling your head, soothing his fingers into your scalp. The contrast was driving you crazy, acting like the caring boyfriend out in the open. Instead of the one that had you begging on your knees for his cock behind closed doors.
“I-I’m cumming.” you whimper, biting down into his skin, you let your orgasm blissfully wash over, squeezing your pussy hard around his digits.
He hummed helping you ride out your high until he could feel your body twitch from the sensitivity. You were breathing hard, watching as he took his fingers out and placed them in his mouth. Sensually lapping up your release looking deeply into your eyes. If it weren’t for the fact that you were outdoors you would’ve gotten down on your knees in front of him to suck him dry.
“Are you sober now?” He does up the button of your jeans, kissing your nose gently.
“I can’t believe you just made me cum in my pants.” You shake your head, pulling him into a hug. “I was never that drunk.”
“I know, but now I get an excuse to keep your underwear.” He winks at you and stands up, extending his arms for you to take. “But now I need you to get out your acting chops so I can take you back upstairs and to bed.”
You smile wickedly and nod, lacing your fingers in his, letting him pull you up. “I’ll even add in the tears for free.”
“You’re an anomaly angel.”
“It’s what keeps you coming back for me.”
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commercial break ; SIX
this is part of my netflix & chill series
this is foreshadowing for the next fic 👀
summary; Jungkook enjoyed pushing you down, indulging you in all your little fantasies, but he too had some he wanted to live out.
warnings; smut in the forms of riding, penetration, soft sex
rating; mature (18+)
misceallenous; jungkook thinks a lot.... and they're not always pg things...
word count; 1.8k
notes; i have been neglecting my og jk dream team couple so here we are! anyway please look [ here ] and remember this face ....
He’s never minded taking the reins before, but there’s something distinctly carnal that flashes in Jungkook’s chest when you ask to ride him that morning. The sun filtering in through the window beside him captures the entirety of your beauty on top of him, endless expanses of soft skin and dips and curves. “Pretty,” he sighs, hands on your hips. You’re so tired but so gorgeous, supple breasts bouncing in his face, eyelashes kissing your cheeks with each sleepy blink. Rarely do you push him down like this, hands on his chest as you whimper and grind yourself to completion, but Jungkook certainly wasn’t complaining.
In all the time he’s known you, Jungkook’s become quite familiar with your sexual prowess. You liked to play the opposite game with him, seduce him and push him until he snapped and took you over a table or cuffed you to a bed, all blessed experiences that he treasures very much. He loved how you sounded bent over the kitchen counter, or shoved against the sheets. If Jungkook had to pinpoint the exact moment his horniness skyrocketed, it was definitely the second his name left your lips in a breathy little whimper. He adored you and your body, liked taking care of you.
But every now and then… he liked to be pampered.
Jungkook enjoyed pushing you down, indulging you in all your little fantasies, but he too had some he wanted to live out. Blindfolding you and having you cum on a riding crop was definitely the highest on the list and that was done; after that incident he’s woken many a night with a rock hard cock in his sleep shorts like some dorky teenager fantasizing about his girlfriend. And on the nights you didn’t sleep over, he was forced to fend for himself, the tape recorder in his brain recalling every single thing that had happened that night.
But now it was time to move onto the next, and that next bullet point on his imaginary list was letting you fuck yourself on his cock with no help at all.
Most times you rode him you tended to give up halfway through. You started off strong, overexcited glint in your eyes as you rabidly fucked yourself on him. But your natural pillow princess tendencies (no shade) always won over, always had you softly begging him to help. He’s always been more than happy to, especially if it meant coming sooner, but sometimes Jungkook just wanted to be used. Wanted to be pushed down and taken advantage of, especially if that was at your hands. It was a concept that probably went against everything your sexual relationship was built upon; him being the submissive one was about as rare as you not play-fighting back. And still, Jungkook wanted more than anything in the world to see that side of you, that femdom, as Doyeon had so meanly teased him about once.
So here he is, partially living that fantasy as you slide up and down on his cock. You’ve got one hand on his lower abdomen, the other on the top of a thigh, working yourself against him lazily. It’s not at the intensity of Jungkook’s dreams, but it sure is a sight. “B-Bend your knee for me, honey,” you pant, and Jungkook does, pulling his leg up until you’re sloppily using it as leverage to bounce on him. “G-Good boy,” you rasp.
It’s that word, that wretched word that makes something in Jungkook go soft, throw the past year of training out the window. He likes to think he’s in charge— he is —but every now and then you use that word against Jungkook and it’s like everything is reversed and always has been. Like it’s always been you leading sex, you telling him how good he is, and not the other way around.
He groans, tightens his hands on your hips as you continue bouncing away. Every glide of your warm folds around his cock makes his heart lurch, makes him want to bury himself inside of you and never leave. Jungkook would never admit it to your or anyone, but there was this rather clingy side of him that reared its ugly head when you were involved. He never wants anyone else to see you like this, never wants anyone else to feel you like this, which is where his spiraling begins.
You see, below that being-pushed-down-by-my-girlfriend point was another, slightly overlooked point, that entrenched upon dangerous, almost taboo territory. And that was stuffing you full of his cum— off birth control —and watching you swell and swell until there was no way you couldn’t be pregnant. And Jungkook, for some odd reason, wanted that really badly.
A soft groan above him, a lazy smile on your face as you reach down to idly toy with your clit, pussy flush against the base of his cock now. He knows better than to tell you to move because it’ll break this tender moment, this unique experience of you using him like some glorified dildo like he so desperately wanted sometimes. So he shuts his lips, goes back to that other fantasy that is only fueled by the soft swell of your tits when you move.
God, they would get so big, he thinks. Would be so round, just like the rest of you, and bursting with milk. It’s for the baby, for the baby, he tells himself, but there’s image in his head, this so terribly wrong image, of him suckling your breasts, holding your waist as the milk drips down his chin and over your skin, senses overwhelmed as he does something he’s definitely not supposed to. But you’d be so sweet, his mind says, would be so sweet and... full of life.
Above him, you giggle deliriously, sweat dripping down the slope of your neck. For a second he wonders if you’ve somehow tapped into his thoughts, seen all his perverted fantasies, but then you’re looking at him with that adoring gaze that makes his heart burst. “Pretty boy,” you tease, rolling your hips forward until that cute little button above your slit is grinding against him.
Yes, he certainly was your pretty boy, your good boy— he was whatever boy you wanted him to be. Why? Because he was so in love with you that the mere thought of you not being his and him not being yours made him gag. He just wanted you, so soft and warm around him, for the rest of his life. Maybe a belly? Maybe a child? Jungkook wanted it all, and his dick throbs at the mere idea of you possibly giving him that and more.
He was completely lost in his thoughts, never to be seen again.
A muffled whimper, so airy that it takes Jungkook a moment to realize it came from him. He’s too riled up to feel embarrassed, simply rolls his head from side to side as you clench those puffy walls around him. “C-Cum inside?” he pants, “can I— can I cum inside?” You lean forward; the tip of his engorged cock brushes against a sensitive spot inside of you, pulling a sinful moan from your lips. “P- Please?”
You smile, so pretty and sweet, it makes his dick twitch. “Of course,” you murmur, small hand on the side of his face, hips rolling rhythmically. “Wh- what’s that thing you said the other day?” you shiver, sleek skin catching the rays of the sun perfectly. A glittering highlight decorates your body, and that only tightens the coil in his stomach until it’s springing up with insane force. “Baby?”
“Yes?” he grunts, every muscle fiber in his body needed to hold even the smallest semblance of self control.
A giggle from you as he dazedly looks up. “Not you,” you chuckle, leaning down to sweetly peck him on the lips. It’s so soft and gentle, just like everything else about you. It takes everything in his body to keep him stable. “Remember?” you purr, hot breathe flush against his skin. “You wanted to put a baby in me.”
His hips jerk, a moan spilling from his lips that he doesn’t catch fast enough. “N-No,” he mewls, turning his face away from you like maybe it’ll prolong his orgasm, maybe it’ll lessen the aching heat around his cock. He can’t possibly hear those words from your lips, not when he knows you’re on birth control and that that notion is physically impossible right now. It’ll plant a terrible seed in his head, ruin Jungkook for weeks.
But you’re nothing if not persistent, forcing yourself down against him as he begins violently blushing, trying to mask his excitement. “Baby?” you repeat, as if he’s a puppy hearing the words ‘outside;’ fuck it, Jungkook thinks, he was whatever you wanted him to be. “Wanna fuck a baby into me, Jungkookie?” you exhale, hot breath against his ear. His hips spasm a second time, send you rolling down his cock with those perky nipples flush against his chest. “Mmmh, come on, honey… need you to work for it.”
And work Jungkook does.
His hands wrap around your frame, pull you flush against his body. Feet against the bed, thighs tense, he begins rapidly thrusting up into the warm entrance of your pussy, where yours and his cum seep out together. It’s slippery and wet, but not wet enough — he wants to feel his cum around himself, feel it bulge inside your stomach until you physically can’t hold anymore. “G-Good boy,” you whine, lips raining down featherlight smooches along his jawline. “Doing so good for me, honey—“
You’re cut off by the earth-shattering orgasm that consumes Jungkook, an almost feral groan that tears itself from his throat. “Mine, mine,” he sobs, doesn’t recognize his own voice in his ears. “Gonna be mine.”
A stuttered reply as your juices join his, leak down his softening cock until the sticky sweet fluid makes him feel dirty. It’s not even 8 AM yet and he’s already covered in cum. But it’s worth it when you lean back with that pretty smile, push his damp hair away from his sweaty face with the practiced touch of an angel. “Did you like that?” you ask softly, not making to move off of him. In fact, Jungkook swears you squeeze around his quickly limpening cock.
Any other woman he thinks he might have been embarrassed, die from humiliation of presenting her with a soft dick. But with you, it’s comfortable. It’s sweet and soft, your silky folds milking the last of his cum straight out of his cock. Jungkook whimpers, head bobbing at your question. You cup his face in your hands, fingers like butterflies against his skin. He swears he could transcend right now.
Another languid kiss, tongue lazily toying with his until his mouth feels heavy from the saliva you push down his throat. The light filtering in through the window paints your skin in soft colors, makes him feel so warm and loved; he could die like this and not feel an inch of remorse.
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Slumber Party
Characters : Becky Lynch / Seth Rollins / OFC
Summary : A girls night slumber party turned threesome
Warnings : Graphic sexual content, rough sex, threesome, cursing, mention of blood, daddy kink
Word Count : 3,978 ( I got a little carried away lmao)
Notes : I haven't wrote fanfic in years so bare with me on this. Partly inspired by Slumber Party by Ashnikko
You and Becky have always been close to put it lightly. Both of you met at NXT and went through the ranks together, eventually ending up on RAW. One drunken night back in NXT, you two hooked up, turning it into a regular occurrence from then on.
Neither of you told anyone until Becky’s current boyfriend, Seth came along. Seth could see the tension between you two, he finally worked up the courage to ask. Becky of course, spilled the secret immediately.
From then on Seth was always weird around you. It was more of a “you’ve hooked up with my girlfriend and that’s hot but, I’m too shy to ask for more details” way. Becky eventually told you.
After learning that information you quickly put it to use, teasing Seth anytime you could. You would never do anything to jeopardize your friendships with them or their relationship but nonetheless, it was fun to watch him squirm.
Since NXT, every Friday night was “girls night” for you and Becky. You would drink some wine, watch movies, and hang out together, eventually passing out. Seth always took those evenings to hang out with Dean and Roman. “Poker night with the boys.” is what he always said with a few 6-packs in hand.
This Friday was the same. You pulled up to Becky and Seth’s house, walking up the stairs fixing your leggings on the way. You stopped at the door with a knock and immediately, Becky pulled you into a hug. “Woah Becks, watch the shoulder, you got me good sparring today.” You said, with a wince. Becky pulled back smiling.
“My bad Y/N, I guess I got a little carried away.” she responded with a laugh. “I still have to finish getting ready, I'll be out in a minute.” She ushered you into the living room and you sat down next to Seth.
“What are you still doing here Seth, did Roman & Dean cancel on ya?” You asked. He sent you an angry look followed by some type of complaining under his breath you couldn't make out before averting his attention back to the football game on the tv.
“I’ll take that as a yes."
Becky came out of the bedroom in a pair of black leggings and your merch that she had turned into a crop top. “Damn, babe, you look good.” Seth said looking up from his game.
“You know I have to agree, my name looks real good across your chest.” You added on with a wink. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Seth shift on the couch and you couldn’t help but giggle. You stood up, strolling over to Becky grabbing her by the hand.
“Well, since Sethie here got cancelled on we can go have a girls night at my place. You are my girlfriend for the night anyways, I want your undivided attention!” You said planting a kiss onto Becky’s cheek making her blush. Seth sighed into the couch “And here I thought I could crash girls night this time.”
“Absolutely not. Becky replied
“This is the one night I get away from you.” You couldn’t help but laugh at how adamant she was about it.
“Shut it Y/N don’t make me power bomb you through the kitchen table.” Seth responded as he pouted.
After listening to Seth and Becky bicker back and forth for a few minutes she grabbed your hand. “Let’s go Y/N.” Becky said, pulling you towards the door. Seth sat up grumbling how it wasn’t fair that you were stealing his girlfriend for the night.
You looked at Becky with a smirk and she dropped your hand knowing what you were about to do. You walked over to Seth who was now standing, grabbing him by back of his neck and whispering in his ear “Me and your girlfriend playing dress up at my house, I give your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch.”
Becky laughed as Seth’s eye went wide at your words. You leaned back smiling giving Seth a wink as you grabbed Becky’s hand and walked out the door.
“What did you say to him? He looked like he saw a ghost!” Becky asked walking down the stairs.
“Just something to get him to shut up.” You replied getting into the car.
“Now let’s go get some wine.” Becky's eyes lit up at your words and you were off.
Seth stood in shock at your words watching you two walk out the house laughing. After a few minutes he sat down trying to get back into his football game.
He had to admit, he always thought you were attractive and the thought of you and Becky sleeping together was incredibly hot. He knew you liked to tease him about it but he couldn’t get his mind off of what you said.
It had been about 30 minutes when Seth finally decided to do something about it, grabbing his keys and sprinting off to his car on the way to your apartment.
Becky and you were laying in your bed, halfway through your bottle of wine watching “The Notebook” when Becky got a facetime.
“Who is it?” You asked finishing the last of the wine in your glass. Becky rolled her eyes and showed you the phone with the name “Sethie Poo” on the screen.
“SETHIE POO?!” You yelled
“That has to be the worst nickname I have ever heard.” You said grabbing the phone from her and answering it.
“What do you want Sethie poo?” You asked, still laughing. Seth's eyes widened at the nickname before asking what you two were doing.
“We’re drinking wine and watching movies, like we always do.” You responded.
“Well I'm coming to join you.” he replied quickly.
“It’s an all girl party.”
“Clothing optional.” Becky added which sent you into a fit of laughter.
She had never really joined in on the teasing you did to Seth. You saw Seth’s cheeks go red before he quickly hung up the phone. Throwing Becky’s cell back to her.
“Well that got rid of him.” She looked at you laughing. Everything was going great until you heard a knock 5 minutes later.
“You gotta be shitting me.” You both said in unison.
Seth was standing at your door with his hands in his pockets. You opened the door to see him swaying back and forth.
“You owe me $10!” you yelled back to Becky in the bedroom hearing her giggling.
“Yes Mr. Rollins, how can I help you, I’m kinda busy with OUR girlfriend.” You said with your hands on your hips making sure to emphasize the our.
"I got lonely at the house by myself. I brought a present, though.” he responded gesturing down to the bottles of wine sitting at his feet.
“You know the way to a girl's heart.” you replied, moving out of the way to let him inside.
“Put one of the bottles in the fridge, grab a glass and meet us in the bedroom.” you yelled to him walking back into the bedroom sitting next to Becky. Seth came in a few minutes later telling you to scoot over. He sat on the bed getting comfortable, uncorking the wine and filling everyone’s glasses.
“So what are we watching? The Notebook really?” Seth said trying to grab the remote from in between you and Becky.
“Uh-huh, no way! You came and crashed our girls night, you get to watch what we want.” Becky said swatting his hand away from the remote.
Seth grabbed his hand dramatically spouting off about how he couldn’t believe his loving girlfriend would hit him and how hurt his heart now is. You rolled your eyes.
“Both of you shut up and watch the movie.” You responded nudging them both.
By the time the end credits were rolling the three of you had gone through 2 1/2 bottles of wine. Becky was curled into your side asleep as you played with her hair. Seth sat up seeing Becky cuddling you got on his nerves, he sighed.
”You know, you could wait until I leave to get all cuddly with MY girlfriend. He spat a little angrier than he intended it to be. You sighed sitting up as Becky shifted with you.
“You came in, crashed our girls night, and then get upset when Becky cuddles into me. Need I remind you she was my girlfriend first?” You retorted smirking.
Seth leaned into your ear and your breathing hitched. “You may have been her girlfriend first, but who gets to fuck her every night Y/N?”
He leaned over, pleased with the look on your face, grabbing the remote and turning on a different movie. “You may fuck her every night Seth, but I bet you I eat her better than you ever could.”
You saw the look of anger in Seth's eyes knowing you pushed the right button to get under his skin. "Why don’t you wake her up and ask her, I would love to hear her response.”
Before you could say anything Becky sat up rubbing her eyes. “If you two don’t stop arguing about me I’m gonna just have to fuck you both.” Both yours and Seth’s eyes went wide at the statement.
"I- uh what babe?” Seth responded after a few seconds. You were so dumbfounded you couldn't even think of a response. Becky scooted in between you two quickly.
"I said, if you two don't start arguing about me I'm gonna have to fuck you both." Beck retorted as she leaned in to kiss Seth.
"Alright Becks, I love you but you're drunk right now. Let's call it a night okay? I can call you guys an uber." You responded reaching for your phone. Becky quickly swatted it out of your hand.
"Y/N, you're telling me you haven't thought about fucking me again? it has been a while you know." Becky said, pulling you into a kiss. You had to admit that you did miss sleeping with her, you thought about it often in all honesty.
You didn't even have time to respond before she was pulling on your shirt begging you to take it off. Seth watched in amazement as you broke the kiss and quickly discarded it, realizing you weren't wearing a bra underneath.
Becky pulled Seth into her grabbing his hand and putting it onto your breast. You gasped into Becky's mouth at the sudden contact. Seth tweaked on your hard nipple while Becky trailed her hand down your stomach and into your black leggings. Slipping a finger in between your already dripping folds you bucked your hips quickly begging to be touched by her like old times.
“Please Becks.” were the only words you could muster as she took your leggings and underwear off. Leaving yourself completely vulnerable in front of your two best friends.
Becky leaned back pulling Seth into a kiss as she smacked the inside of your right thigh. You yelped in response, Becky taking that as a sign to go forward. She quickly used her finger dipping into your dripping core and curling to find your g-spot. Your back arched as you watch Becky and Seth in a heated make out session.
Seth broke the kiss looking at you a writhing mess just from one finger of his girlfriend. Seth took his thumb putting pressure, rubbing harsh circles on your clit. You quickly felt your orgasm building. The bundle of fire in your stomach begging to be let go.
“Seth- Becks- please I’m gonna...” was all you could say before you were cumming hard, screaming both of their names. It took you a second to catch your breath. You looked up to see Seth sucking on Becky’s fingers. He pulled you into a kiss letting you taste yourself.
"You two have too much clothes on." you said realizing you were completely naked in front of your two very clothed friends. Becky and Seth laughed immediately ripping off their clothes.
Once they were both completely underdressed you got up, pushing Seth onto his back. You pulled Becky into a kiss, your hands traveling down her body.
You have always been mesmerized by Becky's body, every curve, every freckle, the way she moved underneath you. She has, and will always be your favorite addiction.
"I've missed you so much!" you said as she pulled away from the kiss
"I've missed you even more baby girl." You were both so enthralled by each other you completely forgot Seth was laying underneath you two watching with lust in his eyes.
Both of your attention quickly turned to Seth. The whine he let out as you stroked his hard cock was like music to your ears. Slowly stroking his dick as Becky sucked on his balls sent him into a frenzy, he was writhing underneath you both begging to be touched.
"Please , blow me Y/N, please baby I need it so bad".
Feeling like he had begged enough you quickly took him into your mouth, relaxing your throat letting him hit the back of it. You deep throated his cock, giving his balls little kitten licks as you bobbed your head up and down. Becky pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail as she praised you for how well you're sucking her man's cock.
"You look so pretty taking his dick baby girl, show him how good that tongue is"
You moaned around Seth making his hips buck. Becky quickly pushed his hips back down before bending down to kiss him. Your hand reached up to smack her ass and she moaned into Seth's mouth. She pulled you off of her boyfriend with a POP and devoured you into a kiss begging to taste her man on your tongue.
While Becky was distracted by your kiss you slipped a finger in between her folds teasing her. Her hips moved with your hand, her sensitive nub begging to be touched.
"Please baby girl, please touch me. Don't make me beg." You pushed Becky down onto the bed, her back hitting the spot right next to Seth. Kissing her again, you trailed your hands up her body, feeling her shiver just from this small touch.
Moving to the nape of her neck you placed small hickeys there marking her as your own. Seth took this time to move to the other side of her, leaving identical marks on the opposite side of Becky's neck. The two of you were fighting for dominance over her. Becky loving every second of it. The thought of her boyfriend and ex-lover fighting over who got to touch her made her melt.
Seth quickly moved down Becky's body, leaving open mouth kisses on every part of her skin. He found her breasts taking one into his mouth while you took the other. Becky was so close to her orgasm already, thrashing in the bed as you both sucked on her perky nipples. Leaving more hickeys on her chest, down her stomach. Nipping at the skin on her hips as Seth got in between her legs.
Peppering small kisses on Becky's thighs, Seth knew all the right buttons to push on Becky, slowly pushing her over the edge to beg for what she needed most. Seth licked a long stripe up Becky's core stopping to suck on her clit gently.
"Please daddy, please give me what i need. Eat me out baby please" Becky gasped out begging enough to make Seth smirk. In seconds, he was devouring Becky, one finger inserting into her dripping cunt, curling slightly to find the spot that would make her scream.
You watched closely as Seth ate Becky out, playing with yourself letting small moans out as your finger dipped into your pussy, teasing yourself. Becky pulled you up above her head. Getting the hint quickly you sat on Becky's face. Nibbling onto your clit gently sending chills down your spine as you rode her tongue gracefully. The sounds of moans and faint curses filling the room quickly.
You looked down to see Seth lining himself up with Becky's entrance. You bent over to lick on her clit as he pushed in slowly, hissing at how tight she was. Seth pulled you up by your hair, kissing you hungrily.
"You're gonna watch me fuck your girl, once she cums all over my dick you're gonna lick it up. Do you understand me?" Seth asked you as he yanked your head back by your hair, biting into your neck hard enough to draw blood.
"Yes Seth, I understand" As soon as you finished your sentence he pulled you back into a kiss, both of you moaning into it.
Seth grabbed your neck choking you, "You call me Daddy in bed baby girl." He said as he let you go, watching you gasp to fill your lungs with air.
Becky was still having her way with your dripping cunt as you ground against her mouth begging for more contact. Becky stuck her tongue out, letting you ride her face as you pleased. You quickened your pace, knowing you were about to cum all over her mouth. She quickly stuck two fingers into you, immediately finding your g spot. Thinking you couldn't be stimulated anymore was a mistake, you felt Seth taking your right nipple into his mouth sucking hard and biting gently.
Soon enough you were in the clouds, your orgasm washing over you as you fell forward onto Becky's body. Your body spasming as she continued to lick your core, helping you ride through your orgasm.
Seth pulled you off of Becky's face flipping the two of them over. Becky pulled you into her as she bounced on Seth's cock. Twisting her nipples gently sending ripples of pleasure through her entire body. With one hand still working her nipples, the other dancing down her body finding her clit rubbing harsh circles. Becky was a mess in front of you, clawing at Seth's chest which made him whine, bucking his hips into her. With each thrust Seth was hitting her g-spot. It didn't take long before Becky was seeing stars.
She began grinding down on Seth as she rode out her orgasm. Her head lulled back onto your shoulders as she came down from her high. Kissing you softly, cupping your face with both hands. Grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking he whispered in your ear.
"You remember what daddy said right? Get down there and suck the cum off of his cock." Biting at your earlobe sending chills throughout your body.
Your hair was yanked into a makeshift ponytail again as you lowered your mouth onto Seth's throbbing cock. Swirling your tongue around his tip before taking all of him into your mouth. Hollowing out your cheeks you sucked hard, cleaning all of Becky's cum off of Seth's dick. Seth bucked his hips into your face as you went down farther. As soon as he felt you relax your throat his hands overtook the ponytail Becky had your hair in. He used your hair to help guide you, bobbing your head quickly. Sliding your tongue over his head every time you came up.
Seth finally pulled you off of him, your eyes watering and spit soaking your lips connecting to the tip of his dick. You hadn't realized Becky was behind you until you felt a smack on your ass. Arching your back into the slap you felt another come down on the other cheek.
"You look so pretty gagging on his dick, do you know that Y/N?" Becky asked, sliding a finger over your cunt. You whined in response. Plunging two fingers into you quickly Becky felt you squeeze around her.
"You're close already aren't you baby, I can feel you clenching around me. Can you take another finger? I know you can. Breathe for me baby girl." All you could do was nod quickly, pushing back onto Becky's fingers, your body practically begging for more.
Taking Seth's dick back into your mouth you bobbed your head furiously. A hand coming up to play with his balls almost sending him over the edge.
"You better stop, before I cum in the pretty little mouth of yours." Seth growled, "I wanna fuck that tight pussy before I do" Yanking your head back again biting at your chin leaving a mark that will definitely be seen in the morning.
"Hands and knees now." Becky whispered as she pulled her fingers out of your pussy. You obeyed getting on your knees with your stomach against the bed. You wiggled your butt hearing both Becky and Seth groan at the sight.
Seth thrusted hard into you, giving no time to adjust as you screamed in pleasure. Your eyes tearing up from all the stimulation of the night. Feeling the bed dip behind you, you realized Becky was now underneath your body. Sucking on Seth's balls as he fucked into you. You could feel Becky's mouth inching up to your clit reaching down and pulling on her hair.
Becky smirked as she was kissing your thigh. "Be patient baby girl, or I'll make Daddy stop and you won't cum again."
"I'll be good I promise just please, please eat me while Daddy fucks me." Both Becky and Seth growled at your words. Seth's speed picking up as Becky worked her tongue on your clit. You couldn't think straight, you couldn't see straight. Pleasure was completely taking over your body. Burying your face into the mattress to stifle your screams.
"Don't you fucking dare keep quiet baby." Seth practically yelled as he smacked your ass. "I wanna hear how good you're feeling right now." Seth pulled you up to his chest, making you look down as you watched Becky eat you out.
You could feel the pressure building in your stomach, your orgasm was coming any second. "Please, Please I'm gonna cum!" You said in between moans. Your body tensing up as you were pushed back onto the bed.
"Cum on this dick now!" Seth said as his hand came down on your ass, instantly sending you over the edge. Everything went black as your third orgasm of the night completely took over your senses. A string of moans and curses falling from your lips.
After coming back you realize Seth's thrusts are getting sloppy. He's so close to cumming, your orgasm almost sending him over the edge. His thrusts becoming faster, harder, his cock begging to release.
"Both of you on your knees now." Seth barked the order at both of you before pulling out of your sensitive core. You and Becky were on your knees as quick as possible, tongues out waiting for Seth's seed to release into your mouths.
You took his dick into your hand, pumping fast as a string of profanities left Seth's lips. His hips thrusting into your hand. Seth's cock was throbbing.
Spurts of cum were going into both yours and Becky's mouth. Both of you holding him up, his orgasm taking everything out of him. Becky and you swallowed at the same time as Seth sat down on the bed kissing Becky and then you.
Falling onto the bed you feel Becky curl into you, her hand resting on your hip as she nuzzled into your neck. Seth spooned into the back of her. All of your bodies molding together like they were made for each other.
As you were drifting off to sleep you heard Seth chuckle. "I might crash girls night more often." He said kissing Becky on the head and reaching to take your hand. Kissing his knuckles and smiling. "I think I'd like that, what about you Becks?"
The only response you got from Becky was soft snoring. Both you and Seth looked at her and giggled before drifting off to sleep yourselves.
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clandestine. | 03
↳ forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.
◇ jungkook x reader
◇ smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au
◇ 9.2k [3/6]
notes: this will likely be my last update of this fic until the new year, because i have two (2!!!) other fics that i’m planning to post in december, including another jungoo one, so! please look forward to those, and enjoy this chapter in the meantime!
warnings: jk’s massive noona kink: a recurring yet warranted warning, me absolutely fucking up everything about korea’s geography probably, semi-public? fingering???, jungkook....... shall we say, rocks the boat, there is one (1) dick pic but no one’s complaining
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Monday - 11:27am
Kim Taehyung added you to the group: the great escape!!!!!! 🏝🚗💨
[11:27am] Taehyung: let’s gooooooooooo!!
[11:27am] Jisoo: ???
[11:28am] Lisa: go where?
[11:28am] Taehyung: parks lake house this weekend! we’re going on vacation!
[11:28am] You: hold up tae, we haven’t even asked our parents if we can have the house yet
[11:29am] Chimchim: oh yeah lmao
[11:29am] Chimchim: u wanna go ask noona??
[11:29am] You: nope
[11:30am] Chimchim: ugh, fine
[11:30am] Chimchim: u big baby
[11: 31am] You: 🙄
[11: 37am] Chimchim: they said yes!
[11:38am] Taehyung: LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
[11:38am] Minho: sweet 👍
[11:38am] Taemin: tight
[11:39am] Jungkook: dope
[11:40AM] Jisoo: you’re all idiots 🙄
Tuesday - 2:34pm
[2:34pm] Chimchim: i’ve secured the van
[2:34pm] Chimchim: for the trip i mean
[2:35pm] Taehyung: noice
[2:35pm] You: 10 people aren’t gonna fit in mom’s van, chim
[2:37pm] Jungkook: i can drive too
[2:37pm] Chimchim: 👍👍
[2:37pm] Chimchim: see? nothing to worry about
[2:38pm] Jungkook: yeah noona, nothing to worry about. nothing at all.
Wednesday - 9:49pm
[9:49pm] Taehyung: oh my god we need FOOD
[9:49pm] Lisa: you’re just realizing that now?
[9:50pm] Taehyung: shut up
[9:50pm] Taehyung: i have a cooler
[9:51pm] Lisa: and ice?
[9:51pm] Taehyung: ………… i will buy some ice
[9:52pm] You: there’s a grocery store on the way up that we always used to go to, we can stock up there
[9:52pm] Taehyung: 👍
[9:54pm] You: you also better remember to bring your own towels. and more than one change of clothing
[9:54pm] Taehyung: 👍👍
[9:55pm] Chimchim: yes, mom
///
The day of the trip finds you standing in the foyer, rifling through your purse to make sure you have all the essentials. Off in the distance, you can hear Jimin sprinting around frantically, catching the briefest glimpse of his ruffled blond hair before he disappears again into the depths of the house.
“Chim, I swear to god. Why didn’t you pack earlier?”
“I did!” your brother whines, poking his head out from the living room where his suitcase is lying wide open, belongings scattered in every direction. “It’s just that—oh, fuck. Do you have my toothbrush?”
“Why would I have your toothbrush?” you deadpan.
He ignores you, and not two seconds later, he lets out an excited shout. “Never mind! I found it!”
You sigh and rub your temples. The trip hasn’t even begun, yet you’re already feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. “I’m going outside,” you call to your brother, who grunts in acknowledgement. Opening up the front door, you drag your suitcase out onto the sun-drenched porch, relishing the welcome breeze that caresses your cheeks and whispers through your hair.
The rare moment of peace is broken almost immediately by the rumble of a starting engine—the sound shuddery and wavering before it finally evens out into a steady, mechanical purr. It’s coming from nearby, and your gaze immediately travels to the neighboring driveway where a beat-up sedan sits, torn between exasperation and amusement when you see Jungkook waving at you from the driver’s seat.
“I’m coming to pick you up!” he calls through the open window, and you hold back your laughter as he reverses out of his driveway, rolls ten feet down the street, and pulls into yours.
“Was that really necessary?” you ask once he’s parked.
“Of course it was,” he replies, hopping out to grab your suitcase. You watch as he pops the trunk and loads it inside, and blanch when you realize what that means.
“Wait a second. Am I riding with you?”
Some emotion flashes across his face, but he wipes it away before you can identify it. “Would that be so terrible?”
It’s been one week since Taehyung’s party, and Jisoo’s warning still rings loud and clear in your brain. Still, you feign nonchalance and tamp down the uptick in your heart rate, offering him a shrug. “Just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”
He grunts. An awkward silence settles over you as he adjusts your suitcase in the trunk beside his, and you distract yourself by fiddling with your purse strap until he slams the lid closed.
“So…” you start after a few seconds. “Are we picking anyone else up?”
“Yugyeom,” Jungkook replies, opening up the driver’s side door and climbing in. Hesitantly, you make your way over to the other side of the car, wondering if there’s any way you can avoid sitting in the passenger seat without looking like a total weirdo.
“Oh! Jungkook’s here already?” Jimin exits the house at last, lugging his suitcase and a smaller backpack. He shoves both into the backseat of your mother’s van before coming over, frowning when he sees you hovering near the trunk. “Why are you just standing there?”
You make a face at him. “We’re waiting for you, dumbass. Who’s riding with you?”
“Tae, Minho, and Taemin,” your brother replies. “Didn’t you see the group chat this morning?”
“I muted it days ago,” you admit. “You guys were annoying as hell.” Then another thought strikes you, your brain belatedly registering the names Jimin listed. “Wait, what about the girls? Aren’t they coming?”
Your brother rolls his eyes. “Jisoo’s working as a camp counselor this summer, and Lisa has other vacation plans. Maybe if you hadn’t muted the chat, you’d have known that.”
He has a point, though you aren’t about to admit that. You’re also wise enough not to inquire about the third member of the trio, remembering Jisoo’s revelation at the party. It’s no surprise that Chaeyoung isn’t joining you for the weekend—you’d want to avoid extended periods of time with your ex-boyfriend too. At the thought, your gaze reluctantly flits back over to the ex in question, who raises an expectant brow when he catches your eye.
“Ready?” he calls out the open window.
No, you want to say. But Jimin has already clambered into the van and slammed the door shut, and Jungkook’s car is blocking the van in the driveway so you suck in a deep breath and slide into the passenger seat beside your dark-haired neighbor.
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
Jungkook nods and throws the car into reverse. One hand splays across the wheel while the other comes up to rest on the back of your seat, and your breath hitches when he cranes around to check his blind spots, his face suddenly too close for comfort.
He’s playing with you, you tell yourself firmly, leaning back until your back’s pressed against the door and you can safely breathe again. Chaeyoung. Think about what he did to Chaeyoung.
“Hey, I made a roadtrip mix,” Jungkook pipes up all of a sudden. He grabs his phone from where it’s resting on the dashboard, tapping at the screen until the first strains of a melody filter through the car speakers. “It should last us the whole way.”
You perk up when you recognize the tune. “Oh! I love this song.”
Jungkook watches out of the corner of his eye as you bob your head to the beat, before smiling down at his lap. “Yeah. I know.”
///
Yugyeom lives on the other side of town, in a sprawling, winding neighborhood that sends your brain—and your phone’s GPS—into a complete and total tailspin. “Wait, wait—hang on. I think you missed a turn. You must have.”
Jungkook’s face crumples in confusion as he slows the car to a crawl, drawing a few irritated honks from the cars behind you. “There weren’t any streets back there, though.”
“Are you sure?” you ask, twisting in your seat to get a better look. “The directions said to take a right in… oh, fuck, hang on. We’re not even on a digitized road anymore, apparently.”
Jungkook heaves a sigh, but when you glance up at him, he’s wearing a grin. “Come on, Noona. You’re supposed to be my navigator. I’m depending on you.”
“I only know how to get us to the lake house, not Yugyeom’s,” you sniff defensively. “This is way beyond my pay grade.”
Jungkook chortles and reaches out, extending an open palm. “Can I see your phone for a sec?” You nod, handing it over, and he clicks his tongue as he turns it upside-down—rotating it a full three hundred and sixty degrees before returning it. “We might be lost,” he declares.
“Gee, you don’t say.”
He chuckles again. Picking up his own phone, he swipes a thumb across the screen before handing the unlocked device over. “Here, call Yugyeom. Put him on speaker, yeah?”
You hum in acknowledgement and scroll down in his contacts until you find the other boy’s name, clicking it open. A photo fills the screen as it rings—clearly a group photo from the way it’s cropped, zoomed in on Yugyeom and the ridiculous face he’s making.
“Is this from graduation?” you ask curiously.
Jungkook blinks and tears his gaze away from the windshield. “Huh?”
“Yugyeom’s contact photo,” you clarify, tilting the phone screen so he can see. “He’s got robes on.”
“Oh.” He looks away again, cheeks flushing. “Yeah. It’s lame, I know.”
You shake your head. “Don’t say that. I think it’s nice.”
Jungkook doesn’t get a chance to respond, but it’s impossible to miss the grin that crinkles his face and settles there. There’s a staticky hum as the line connects, and then Yugyeom’s voice is filling the vehicle, sounding as if he’s just rolled out of bed.
“Whaddaya want?”
“We can’t find your fucking house, man,” Jungkook says bluntly, turning onto a street that you’ve driven down at least three times by this point. “Where do you live?”
On the other end of the line, Yugyeom sighs. “Okay, okay. What street are you guys on?”
That gives Jungkook pause. “Uhh, Cedar Street? Oak Avenue? It has a tree name.”
“Neither of those streets exist, dude.”
“Birch Boulevard!” you exclaim. “We’re on Birch Boulevard. I saw the sign a while back.”
“Ah, okay. You’re close, then. Do you see a sign for Linden Lane?”
You glance around until you alight on a signpost. “Yeah.”
“Turn right onto it. Then take the first left, go past the cul-de-sac, and another left. Do not pass Go, and do not collect two-hundred dollars. I’m the fifth house on the right.”
He ends the call before you can ask him to repeat the directions, and you send Jungkook a helpless look. “Did you get all of that?”
“Besides the overused Monopoly joke?” Jungkook asks.. “Yeah, I got it. Right, left, left. Fifth house. Shouldn’t take more than a few minutes to get there.”
And true to his word, you arrive at the house three minutes later. Yugyeom is standing on the front step with rumpled hair and a duffel bag at his feet, and you snort when he throws open the car door and flops across the entirety of the backseat.
“Rough morning?”
“Stayed up late packing,” he says by way of explanation, his eyes already beginning to drift shut. Jungkook immediately turns the music up, and you giggle when Yugyeom shoots upright at the bassline that’s now shaking the entire vehicle. “I’m up, I’m up! Jeez, man.”
Jungkook just sends him an innocent grin in the rearview mirror. You turn the volume back down to a reasonable level as Yugyeom directs Jungkook onto the best route to take out of the neighborhood, and it isn’t long before you’re merging onto the highway that leads toward the coast.
You’re just beginning to get comfortable, staring out the window at the passing cityscape, when your leg vibrates with an incoming text notification. Glancing down, you see that Jungkook’s phone has slipped between your thigh and the seat, the screen lit with a new message.
[10:21am] Minho: gonna be at the store in 10
“Minho says they’ll be at the grocery store in ten minutes,” you relay to your companions. “We have a little longer to go. Probably another half hour or so.”
“We wouldn’t be so far behind if Yugyeom didn’t live in a fucking labyrinth,” Jungkook remarks, but a glance at the young man in the backseat reveals that he’s drifted off despite your earlier stunt. Rolling his eyes, he turns to you. “Can you text him back, Noona?”
You nod and hold out his phone so he can unlock it with his thumb. “Hey,” you say once you’ve hit send on the message. “Do you have a contact photo for me?”
Jungkook stiffens slightly, his gaze skittering between you and the road. “Oh. Uh, yeah, I guess I do. But it’s nothing, really. It’s kinda lame. But you… you can look at it if you want.”
Curiosity piqued, you scroll down until you find your name, tapping on the image beside it. The photo is from several years ago, during a family trip to the lake house with the Jeons. You are no older than fifteen, your arm slung around a fourteen-year-old Jungkook as the two of you stand knee-deep in the lake, wearing swimsuits and bright smiles. In the background, you can just barely make out a blurry Jimin mid-splash.
“I remember this,” you murmur, zooming in on your smiling faces. “That was a fun summer.”
“Junghyun was grumpy the whole time,” Jungkook recalls with a laugh. “But we had a good time, didn’t we? We practically lived in the lake that entire week.”
“Or that old canoe.” You grin, taking one last look at the photo before locking his phone and handing it back to him. “Remember? We’d always row out too far, and our parents would scream for us to come back before we fell in and drowned.”
Jungkook snickers. “As if I’d ever let you drown. I’m a great swimmer.”
“Are you saying I’m not?”
He backpedals immediately, realizing his mistake. “Hey, don’t twist my words. I said nothing of the sort.”
“That’s what I thought.” Giggling, you turn to look out the window, propping your chin in your palm as you watch the scenery flash past. “And I want that photo, by the way. Send it to me?”
“As soon as we get to the store,” Jungkook promises. “Speaking of which, we’re getting close. Keep an eye out for the exit for me?”
“Deal.”
///
Jimin and the others are waiting in the parking lot when you arrive, perched on and around the van as they watch Jungkook expertly maneuver the car into a neighboring parking space. “Took you long enough,” your brother says once the engine is cut, hopping off the hood and landing lightly on both feet.
“We’re here now, aren’t we?” you snark as you join the others hovering near the grocery store entrance. Jimin makes a face at you, and you stick your tongue out in response. After a quick huddle—wherein you form a very haphazard game plan—everyone disperses. Jimin grabs a shopping cart and heads inside with Taehyung and Minho, the latter of whom is trying to clamber his way into the cart to hitch a ride.
Sighing, you grab a shopping cart of your own and scan the interior of the store for the produce section. They’ve rearranged the aisles since you were last here, but you quickly find what you’re looking for and begin picking your way over when Jungkook materializes at your side.
“So, what are you thinking for food?” he asks, nudging you away so he can push the cart in your stead.
You allow him to take over, gesturing toward your destination. “I know my brother,” you tell him dryly. “He’s going to buy meat and completely forget about everything else. And I don’t trust any of you to buy a single fruit or vegetable.”
“I like fruit and vegetables,” Jungkook defends.
“You like everything,” you correct, flashing him a teasing grin before leading him into the produce section.
Grocery shopping with Jungkook turns out to be surprisingly pleasant—comfortable, even. He proves adept at finding the ripest fruits and greenest vegetables, and when you ask him to find some apples, he trots off immediately and returns with a handful of sweet potatoes in addition to your requested fruit.
You raise an eyebrow. “What are you planning to do with those?”
Jungkook feigns offense, slapping a hand to his heart. “That’s cold, Noona. Don’t you think I can cook?”
“I’ve never seen you cook in my life,” you respond. “How am I supposed to know if you can or not?”
“I can,” he promises. “And I’ll prove it too, if you let me.”
You get the feeling he’s not just talking about cooking anymore, but he doesn’t give you a chance to answer. Dropping the apples and potatoes into the cart, he flashes you a crooked little smile before turning toward a display of cabbages, leaving you to wonder at what exactly is going through his head.
///
It’s nearly one in the afternoon when you arrive at your family’s lake house. The last stretch of the drive takes you through the forest along a winding, narrow road, but Jungkook is a capable driver and you know the way well enough to warn him about any upcoming hairpin turns. Piling out of the car, the three of you make quick work of putting the food safely into the refrigerator. By the time you’re finished, Jimin and the others have arrived as well, lugging their belongings inside and setting them inside the entryway.
“So who’s sleeping where?” Taehyung asks, glancing around the house. It’s modestly sized, with a living area on one side and a combined dining room and kitchen on the other. Three bedrooms and a bathroom branch off of the hallway between them, ending in a back door that leads out to the lake. Through the window, you can see the water glimmering in the sunlight, hazy and golden.
“We’ll have to share,” Jimin says. “ If Noona takes one room, that leaves two bedrooms and the pullout couch for the rest of us.”
Jungkook tilts his head. “Rock, paper, scissors?” he suggests, drawing a chorus of groans.
“I always lose!” Jimin complains. “And Taemin cheats!”
“Do not!”
Laughing at the indignant expression on your brother’s face, you decide to leave them to it and head to your bedroom with your luggage in tow. The room is just as you remember it, with a bed tucked against one wall and a dresser on the opposite. There are three doors in total—one that you just entered through, and another that opens into a small closet. The third leads to a bathroom—shared with the bedroom on the other side of the wall that usually belongs to Jimin. Vaguely, you wonder who will be sleeping there tonight, before setting your suitcase on the bed and unzipping it.
“Fuck!”
You jump at the sudden shout, poking your head out into the hallway to see what’s causing all the commotion. Yugyeom is kneeling on the floor with his head down, a crestfallen Taemin standing beside him. Meanwhile, Taehyung and Minho look supremely pleased with themselves, and you see why when they grab their bags and practically skip to the master bedroom across the hall, collapsing onto the king-sized bed.
“Have fun on the couch, losers!” Jimin singsongs, grabbing Jungkook by the wrist and dragging him into their newly won bedroom on your side of the hallway. “Lake in fifteen minutes, so get changed! Last one there’s in charge of dinner!”
The door slams shut behind him, and you roll your eyes before turning back to your opened suitcase and pulling out a book. There’s a perfectly shaded spot beneath one of the trees along the water, and you fully intend to capitalize on the last few hours of daylight before the sun begins to set.
Minho is the only one outside when you exit the house, standing on the dock in a pair of green swim trunks. He waves at you cheerily before cannonballing into the lake, and you squeak as the resulting splash sends water splattering across the front of your shirt.
“Sorry!” he calls when he resurfaces, shaking his hair out like a wet dog.
You wave off his apology with a laugh, settling down onto the soft grass at the base of your chosen tree and opening up your book. The other boys trickle out of the house one by one, but you barely notice. It isn’t until a triumphant shout pierces the air that you finally glance up to see what’s causing all the commotion, your gaze immediately landing on Taehyung standing on the back steps of the house.
“Trust me,” he says, unbothered by his apparent tardiness. “You don’t want me to make dinner.”
Minho pulls a face and straightens up from where he’d been floating on his back. “You know, he kinda has a point there.”
Murmurs of agreement all around. Taehyung gives Jimin a smug smile, who scowls from where he’s sitting at the end of the dock, his bare feet dangling over the edge. “So what now? Do we have to play rock, paper, scissors again?”
“Nah, I’ll do it.”
Every head whips around to face Jungkook, yours included. He’s standing a short ways from where you’re sitting—his approach so quiet that you hadn’t even heard him arrive. The last time you checked, he’d been diving off the dock with Minho and Yugyeom, water pooling in his collarbones and dripping down the ridges of his taut abdomen each time he resurfaced.
Not that you’d been looking, of course.
“Really?” Jimin looks aghast at his best friend’s declaration. “You can cook?”
Jungkook scoffs in disbelief and plops down beside you, leaning back against the tree trunk. “Why does everyone in your family seem surprised by that?” he asks, his lip jutting out in a petulant frown. “Do I seem like someone who can’t cook?”
“Yes,” you tell him honestly, marking your page and letting the book fall shut. “Don’t take it personally, though. Men only learn how to cook in college when they have to start fending for themselves. And sometimes, not even then.”
The noise that leaves Jungkook’s mouth can best be described as disgruntled, but he doesn’t press any further. Instead, he peers over your shoulder to get a look at the cover of your book, mouthing the title to himself before glancing at you. “Haven’t I seen you reading this before?”
“Probably,” you admit. “It’s an old favorite.”
He hums, slouching back against the tree again, and when you look over, you see that both his eyes have fallen shut. With his mouth parted and his dark lashes resting on his cheeks, he looks years younger than he is—and so much more like the Jungkook you used to know.
“Tired?” you whisper.
“Long drive,” Jungkook whispers back, his head already beginning to loll. “Lemme sleep, Noona.”
Smiling to yourself, you return to your book and leave him to rest.
///
“So, what are you even planning to make?” Jimin asks, swinging his legs. He’s seated atop the kitchen counter, taking up the majority of what precious little space there is to begin with, and Jungkook sighs deeply as he’s forced to dodge around him yet again to peer into the refrigerator.
“You’ll see.”
“I don’t think you even know yet,” Taemin pipes up from the doorway. The other boys are in the living room playing Mario Kart, but Taemin and Jimin have selflessly pulled themselves away from the game to help their friend in the kitchen—or so they say. As far as you’re concerned, they’ve been nothing but a nuisance thus far, but you don’t voice that particular thought aloud.
“Ramen doesn’t count as making dinner,” Jimin points out snidely when Jungkook pauses too long next to the box of ramen packs. “Anyone can boil water. And you don’t get to add an egg and call it fancy, like you usually do.”
“My ramen is delicious, excuse you,” Jungkook retorts, pointing a spatula at him. “And that’s not even what I’m making, so fuck off.”
Jimin shrugs, but shuts his mouth nonetheless. You take the opportunity to throw some pork belly at him, the meat wrapped neatly in paper and tied off with twine. “Here,” you tell him. “You could at least make yourself useful and start grilling the meat.”
“Okay, mom,” your brother grumbles under his breath, hopping off the counter. He and Taemin head out to the back porch where the grill sits, and you join Jungkook at the stove where he’s staring thoughtfully at an empty pan.
“Try twisting the dial. I’ve heard that helps.”
Jungkook snaps out of his daze and turns to you. “Huh?”
“The stove. It won’t light itself, you know.”
Chuckling, Jungkook twists the dial as instructed, adding a drizzle of oil to the pan. As it heats up, he turns and selects a knife from the cutlery drawer. The sweet potatoes he’d insisted on purchasing are already washed and peeled, and you watch as he begins to slice them, your gaze automatically flitting down to his exposed forearms, his muscles flexing with every movement.
“Hey, Noona? Can you do me a favor?”
You blink, tearing your gaze from the branching veins lining his arms. “What?”
Jungkook, thankfully, doesn’t seem to notice your distracted state. “Can you put the rice in the microwave?” he asks, and you can’t help but giggle.
“Why?” you tease. “Are you still scared?”
“Of course not,” he retorts, but you don’t miss the wary look that flashes across his face when you plop the rice inside and go to punch in the cook time.
The remainder of the cooking goes smoothly. Jimin and Taemin return with the grilled meat, and Jungkook rebuffs your offer to set the table, leaving his position at the stove to lay plates and utensils down on the table himself. “I’m just about done, anyway,” he tells you, gesturing at the plate of glazed sweet potatoes on the counter. “Sit down and relax, Noona.”
“Fine,” you relent, taking a seat. Jimin takes the chair beside you, and Taemin plops down on his other side. Jungkook sits down just to your left once he’s finished laying out the food, and for a brief, insane moment, you almost think that he’s going to repeat what he’d done at his graduation dinner. But the dark-haired young man remains on his best behavior, keeping his hands to himself under the table, and you aren’t sure whether you’re grateful or disappointed.
The meal flies by in a flurry of laughter and conversation. Jungkook discovers that his glazed sweet potatoes have adhered to the plate, and sends everyone into hysterics when he promptly starts spinning it around like a steering wheel.
It’s a good night. And at the end of it, you go to bed warm and content, with a belly full of food and a smile on your face.
///
You awaken to the sound of chirping songbirds and gentle waves lapping at the shore the next morning, thoroughly rejuvenated after an undisturbed night’s sleep. Stretching your arms overhead, you yawn and bask in the comfort of your bed for a few more moments before getting up and heading to the bathroom, thankful that you don’t have to fight anyone for sink occupancy. The toilet seat is even down, which comes as a welcome surprise, all things considered.
Before long, you are back in your bedroom, rifling through the contents of your suitcase. Belatedly, you realize that you’ve packed only one swimsuit—and a bikini, at that. Cheeks warming, you pull the two pieces out, holding them up against your body. Has it always been this small? You don’t remember. All you know is that Jungkook has two fully functional eyes, and there’s no way that he won’t be looking at every inch of skin you choose to expose.
In the end, you settle on wearing the bikini beneath a flowy, floral kimono-style robe, tied at the waist to form a makeshift dress. The ensemble reaches just past your knees and is sheer enough to still show skin, but you no longer feel as self-conscious going out into the view of your companions and that’s a victory as far as you’re concerned. Checking your reflection one last time, you adjust your sash before opening the bedroom door and heading down the hall for some breakfast.
Unsurprisingly, the kitchen is empty when you walk in, tiptoeing past a still slumbering Taemin and Yugyeom on the pullout couch. You savor the quiet as you start up the old coffeemaker, pulling a mug from the cabinet and rinsing it out to get rid of any lingering dust. The weather app on your phone promises that it’ll be a clear, cloudless day, and a glance out the window confirms it. Silently, you debate whether or not to crack a window.
Your musings are interrupted by the arrival of Taehyung, his brown hair sticking up at all angles. Blearily, he trundles to the fridge and grabs the orange juice, seemingly two seconds away from chugging it straight from the carton before you clear your throat and push a clean glass toward him. You think you hear him mumble a thank you.
As the morning wears on, the others slowly begin to trickle in. Breakfast is a disorganized affair that leaves bread crumbs all over the counter, and nearly causes a fight when everyone seems to want their eggs cooked a different way.
“Look, if you wanted your egg soft-boiled, you should’ve made it yourself!” Jimin grouches to Taehyung, the t-shirt over his head muffling his words. Everyone else is already in the water, splashing about, but you’re seated on the end of the dock with your brother and Taehyung, who looks thoroughly unfazed behind his tinted sunglasses.
“Maybe if I knew how to soft boil an egg, I would have.”
“Google exists,” Jimin says, finally freeing himself from the shirt and tossing it aside.
Taehyung nods sagely. “Exactly. So why didn’t you use it?”
Jimin is beginning to look positively murderous, so when Minho swims over and taps your submerged ankle, you are beyond grateful for the distraction. “Hey. What’s up?”
“Are you gonna swim, or are you gonna sit onshore the whole time?” Minho asks, raking his wet bangs out of his eyes. “The water’s not even cold, so get in here.”
Pointedly, you wiggle your toes. “Feels pretty cold to me.”
“Okay, fine. It’s cold.” Minho grins. “But you get used to it.”
You sigh at his easy admission. “All men do is lie. How am I supposed to believe you?”
He raises a brow. “Do I need to pull you in and dunk you under?”
“I will kick you if you even try,” you tell him, standing up and shrugging off your robe. An audible hush falls as the gauzy material pools around your ankles—Jungkook stops wrestling with Yugyeom and trying to dunk him underwater, and Taemin pauses mid-splash, his hair drenched and dripping.
It’s Minho who breaks the silence first, letting loose a low whistle of appreciation. “Damn, {Name}.”
Jimin grabs a shoe from the pile on the dock and chucks it at him, hard. “Dude, that’s my fucking sister!”
“Ow! What the fuck, man, that’s my shoe!”
“Quit ogling my sister!”
“I’m not!” Minho yells, just as Jimin chucks the other shoe and hits him square in the mouth. “Okay, I’m not anymore. Sorry, okay?”
Once he’s sufficiently sure that Jimin is done attacking him, Minho turns to you. “I’m sorry,” he says sincerely. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. You know that, right?”
“I know,” you reassure him. “Honestly, it was kinda good for my self-esteem. And I don’t need you defending my honor, or whatever it is you think you’re doing,” you add, glancing over at your disgruntled brother.
“Men are pigs,” Jimin sniffs. “I won’t apologize.”
You ruffle his hair good-naturedly. “I know, Chim. You’re right.” Then your smile turns mischievous. “I won’t apologize for what I’m about to do, either.”
And then you grab him by the arm and drag him into the lake, the cold water submerging you in an instant and stealing the breath out of your lungs. You’re both gasping by the time you resurface, blinking water out of your eyes, and you squeal when Jimin takes the opportunity to splash you again.
Hours pass—the sun rising higher overhead. Around noon, Taehyung disappears inside the house and returns with an assortment of snacks and sandwich fixings, ushering everyone over for an impromptu lunch on the dock. You dip your feet into the water as you munch on a bag of chips, and Jungkook plops down beside you with a juice box in one hand and a ham sandwich in the other.
“Wanna go for a ride in the canoe after lunch?” he asks, jabbing a thumb back in the direction of the house. “I found it in the garage.”
You laugh. “Really? I thought for sure we got rid of that thing. Are you sure it hasn’t sprung a leak?”
Jungkook’s face crinkles into a grin. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see, huh?”
You grin back and raise your cup, the lemonade inside swishing around. “I’ll hang on to this, just in case I need to start bailing water out.”
Lunchtime winds down gradually. Jungkook polishes off his sandwich and trots off to fetch the canoe, waving off your offers to help before disappearing around the corner of the house. You watch him return a few minutes later from your seat on the end of the dock, resting your weight back on your hands and swirling your pruney toes in the water. He’s stripped off the loose white tee he’d donned during lunch, his golden skin cast in shadow by the canoe perched across his bare shoulders, and your gaze trails from his bulging biceps down to the ridges of his abdomen. The muscles flex with every step he takes, and you hastily take another sip of lemonade in an effort to combat the sudden dryness in your throat.
With a grunt, Jungkook comes to a stop at your elbow, heaving the boat into the water. The impact sends ripples across the lake and the butterflies in your belly into a frenzy, and you nearly fall off the dock when Jungkook touches your shoulder gently.
“Ready to go, Noona?”
You nod, not quite trusting yourself to speak. Jungkook holds the boat steady with one hand while offering you the other, and you gratefully grasp it as you step off the dock. The canoe rocks dangerously when Jungkook clambers in after you, but quickly steadies when he picks up an oar and jabs at the dock to push off into the lake. The glimmering expanse of blue water stretches before you, and you relax as you let your fingers dangle off the side of the boat, watching ripples form beneath your fingertips.
“I can help row,” you say after a few moments, casting a glance over at Jungkook. He’s settled into a rhythm now, the veins and tendons in his arm flexing with each movement, and you’re suddenly very aware of how close he’s sitting.
“You—” Jungkook says, fixing you with a playful stare, “—just enjoy the ride, yeah?”
Shaking your head, you smile and turn back around to admire the view. Sunlight reflects off the rippling water, lending a golden iridescence to the glittering blue depths. In the distance, the opposite shoreline rises up, crowned with rocky outcrops and majestic dark green pines.
With a start, you realize how far away you’ve gotten from the other boys. The shouts and laughter from the house are quickly fading into the background, and you nervously turn to look at Jungkook as he rows you even further.
“God, my dad would freak if he saw us right now,” you remark, trying to diffuse the sudden tension that’s settled. “I mean, we don’t even have life jackets. He’d lose his mind.”
Jungkook hums. He stops rowing, his hands stilling on the oars, and you’re just about to ask him what’s wrong when a warm hand glides up your thigh.
“You think you could maybe stop talking about your dad, princess?” Then he smirks. “Unless you’re into the whole daddy kink thing, because I’d be down to explore that at some point if you want—“
“Jungkook!” you hiss, scandalized.
“Yes?” the young man in question hums, his face the picture of innocence. It’s hard to muster up your vocabulary when he’s looking up at you with those wide doe eyes, but you somehow manage to prevail over your malfunctioning brain.
“We’re in public!” you whisper, glancing back at the shore where your brother and his friends have started an impromptu game of water polo.
Jungkook smirks crookedly at you. “Guess you better not scream too loud, then.”
And then, before you can open your mouth to protest—before you can even try to call his bluff—he’s slipped his hand into your bikini bottoms and found his way to your clit. Your entire body spasms when he presses into it experimentally, and the resulting snicker that escapes him is nothing short of infuriating.
“Careful,” he coos, laying his free hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing nonsensical circles into the soft skin. “Don’t wanna rock the boat, now.”
Then he returns his attention to your clit, pinching the nub just to watch you jolt in his grasp and soothing you with a gentle kiss to the knee afterward. Your skin warms beneath the plush of his lips, and the pleased smile that curves them is all the warning you get before he sheathes a single finger in your clenching core. “Jungkook—” you gasp, shoving uselessly at his bare shoulders, but you can’t keep the edge of desire out of your voice. You can’t hide the growing wetness between your legs either—wetness that he most certainly feels as he slips another finger inside, pumping into you with ease.
“God, look at you,” he murmurs, his eyes trained on the way you clench around him. “So pretty like this. So pretty, getting fucked by my fingers. I could do this all day.”
“We—we don’t have all day,” you whisper. The last syllable dissolves into a moan as Jungkook eases a third finger into your cunt, and you scrabble to ground yourself when he picks up his leisurely pace. One hand settles on the edge of the boat, your fingernails digging into the wood, while the other finds Jungkook’s bicep. His arm flexes beneath your grip with each snap of his wrist, and you keen when he crooks his fingers just right and sends stars skittering across your vision.
He knows that you’re getting close. You can tell from the growing furrow between his brows and the hard set of his jaw, and you can tell that he won’t stop until he gets you off. Concentration etches across his face, and you gasp when his thumb finds your clit again.
“Oh, fuck, Jungkook—”
“That’s it,” he rasps, digging deeper and thumbing roughly across your bundle of nerves. “Cum for me.”
And you do. With one final flick of his wrist, Jungkook sends you hurtling over the edge that he’s so effortlessly built, a cresting wave of pleasure overtaking your body and spreading through your veins. Your leg kicks out instinctively, rocking the canoe dangerously in the water, but Jungkook catches you by the ankle with his free hand and presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh. He shifts his weight until you’re steadied once more, and only then does he ease his fingers out of you, raising them to his mouth to lick them clean.
“Think we can sneak away so I can fuck you properly?” he asks.
Your cheeks heat up at the lewd display, warming even more when his words register in your muddled brain. “Oh my god, Jungkook.”
“That’s exactly what you’ll be saying when I really get my hands on you,” Jungkook agrees. Flashing you a mischievous grin, he drops his hand over the edge of the boat, letting the turquoise water wash away any lingering fluids. “What do you think? The backseat of my car isn’t half bad…”
“I will literally push you into this lake,” you tell him, trying and failing to hide a disbelieving laugh. “Why are you such a perv?”
“You like it,” Jungkook defends immediately. “‘Sides,” he adds, casting a wary glance at the shore where Jimin and the others are still fully engrossed in their game, “I wanna kiss you while I fuck you. It’s not as good like this.”
At that, something dangerously close to affection blooms in your belly, winding its curious tendrils around your heart. Swallowing the feeling down, you pick up one of the oars instead, handing it over to him before hefting the other. “Come on,” you murmur. “They’re gonna get suspicious if we’re gone too long.”
Jungkook hums. “Yeah. Probably.”
And then he raises the oar you just handed him, lifting it until the paddle covers both of your faces, and boldly plants a firm kiss on your mouth.
“I’ll row us back,” he declares casually when he pulls away, as if he hasn’t just stolen all the oxygen from your lungs. As if your lips aren’t burning where he’s kissed you, your cheeks hot beneath his gentle exhalations. As if you aren’t positively thrumming with the desire to pull him back in, and maybe take him up on his offer to fuck you in the backseat of his beat-up sedan.
“Yeah,” you say instead, your voice hoarse. “Let’s go.”
///
What few remaining hours of daylight you have, you decide to spend inside. Jungkook gets roped into the water polo match as soon as the two of you return to shore, and you take the opportunity to slip into the house and clean yourself up. Safely locked away in the bathroom, you strip off your damp bikini bottoms and toss them in the sink. The top follows, and you give both a quick wash, doing your best to ignore the remaining slick from your orgasm that stubbornly coats the material.
Once everything is washed and hanging up to dry, you step into the shower. Warm water soaks your hair and slides down your back, and you tilt your head back to let the spray wash your worries away, relishing in the rare moment of peace and quiet.
By the time you’ve toweled off and gotten dressed, you can hear the boys beginning to traipse back into the house. From what you can make out, they’re making dinner plans, and you poke your head out curiously when Jimin mentions you by name.
“What are you saying about me?” you ask, narrowing your eyes accusingly at your brother.
Jimin whirls around, his cherubic face a perfect picture of innocence. “Nothing! I was just talking about your fried rice and how good it is…”
“You’re trying to get me to make you dinner,” you sigh. “I knew it.”
“No, we’ll help!” your brother promises. “I swear, as soon as I get out of the shower, I’ll chop all the vegetables.”
“Sure you will,” you snort, brushing past him and heading for the kitchen.
Much to your surprise, the kitchen is already occupied when you arrive. Jungkook and Yugyeom are at the counter—the former poised with a knife at the ready, about to slice into an onion. The latter is digging through the cabinets, and both turn at the sound of your footsteps.
“Hey,” Yugyeom says. “You probably know where the bottle opener is, right?”
You nod. “Left of the sink, second drawer down.” Then you turn your attention to Jungkook, peering curiously over his shoulder. “What’s the onion for?”
“Dinner,” he replies, flashing you a crooked little smile. “We’re making fried rice, aren’t we?”
Your heart skips a beat in your chest and races to catch up, thumping erratically against your ribcage. It’s hard to ignore the warmth blossoming in your belly—near impossible to ignore the butterflies that have made a home there—but you somehow manage to school your expression into something passably neutral and busy yourself with the other vegetables on the counter. “I see Jimin got to you, too. Is the other cutting board clean?”
Jungkook nods, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the dish rack. “Washed it last night, yeah. It’s all yours, Noona.”
You hum and skirt around Yugyeom to grab the clean board and another knife. Chopping vegetables goes a lot faster with two people, and Yugyeom does his part by cracking open two bottles of beer and plunking one down next to each of you before opening a third for himself. “Hydrate,” he orders, and you roll your eyes before picking it up and taking a sip.
It doesn’t take long to finish making dinner. As promised, Jimin joins you as soon as he’s out of the shower, plucking the knife out of your hand and nudging you aside so he can finish cutting the vegetables. You fire up the stove and drizzle some oil into a pan, and smile when Taehyung brings you the container of leftover rice and a large serving bowl.
“You know what we should do?” Minho asks as you’re all sitting down to eat. Yugyeom’s opened more beers, and Jimin’s brought out the wine as well. Jungkook is spooning out fried rice for everyone, and you accept the bowl he hands you with a murmur of thanks before looking at Minho expectantly.
“What should we do?”
“Go to the beach,” he replies, tilting the remainder of his beer back into his mouth. “It’s only an hour away, isn’t it?”
“Closer to half an hour without traffic,” Jimin corrects. “But, yeah, we should go. That would be fun.”
By the time dinner is finished, you’ve finalized plans to drive down to the beach in the morning. “Remember, we’re leaving at ten,” you tell Jimin, elbowing him in the ribs. “That means you have to wake up before ten.”
“I know!” your brother whines, rubbing the spot where you elbowed him with a grimace. “Jeez, Noona. I’m good at waking up. It’s Jungkook and Tae you have to worry about.”
“Says the punk who takes hour-long showers,” you snark. “What are you gonna do when you have to pay your own water bills, huh?”
“Shower at your place,” he replies smugly. “You can’t turn me away. I’m your brother.”
“Please, that’s exactly why I can turn you away, you little mooch.”
“You love me!”
“Really? You wanna test that theory?”
The remainder of the evening passes in a blur of booze and board games, unearthed from the closet in the hall. Despite your collective agreement to go to bed early, it’s past midnight when you finally bid everyone goodnight and crawl underneath your covers. Shutting your eyes, you will your brain to settle and your limbs to relax, and you’re on the verge of drifting off when your phone suddenly buzzes. Lazily, you roll over and snatch the device off the nightstand, taking in the late hour before your eyes flit down to the new notification and go wide.
[1:02am] Jungkook: IMG_497
You freeze, thumb hovering just above the message. Even when your screen goes dark again, you can’t erase the sight of his name lighting up your phone, the attachment sitting there like a taunt. You shouldn’t open it. You can’t open it.
But curiosity gnaws at your belly, fraying the edges of your resolve. Slowly, you wake the screen, watching as Jungkook’s name fills it once more. You hesitate, bottom lip finding its way between your teeth.
And then your phone buzzes again, several times in quick succession.
[1:04am] Jungkook: i miss you, noona
[1:04am] Jungkook: miss your pretty face
[1:04am] Jungkook: miss how tight your pussy felt around my fingers
You drop the device as if scorched. It takes several moments to gather your wits again, but when you do, pick up your phone, clicking on his name and scrolling up to the attachment. In the darkness of your bedroom, you watch with bated breath as it downloads.
“Fuck.”
The expletive slips past your lips, unbidden, but you can’t help it. Jungkook stares out at you from the photograph illuminating your screen, his eyes hooded and his lips curled into a devious smirk. He’s in the shared bathroom between your bedrooms, and even though it’s dark inside, the flash of his camera is just enough to illuminate the distinctive palm tree patterned shower curtain behind him.
But, you aren’t focused on that.
No, your focus is zeroed in on the foreground of the photo, where you can perfectly make out the head of Jungkook’s cock, sticky and leaking copiously from between his fingers.
“Fuck,” you repeat, louder this time.
And as if reading your mind, another text flashes onto your screen.
[1:07am] Jungkook: wish your pretty little pussy was stretched around my cock right now, princess
You aren’t sure what possesses you to send the response you do, but your thumbs are moving before the more rational side of your brain can catch up and stop you.
[1:07am] You: why don’t you come over and make it happen then?
You’ve only just hit send when the bathroom door swings open, revealing Jungkook standing there in nothing but sweatpants. His face is illuminated in the stark white light shining from his screen, his eyes dark and his smirk even darker. Every movement drips with intent, from the way his lips quirk upward to the way he saunters over to join you on your bed, dropping his phone somewhere amongst the rumpled sheets. The room goes dark.
And then…
“Hey, princess.”
His lips are at your ear, hot breath caressing your cheeks and sending shivers down the length of your spine. The mattress dips beneath his weight as he joins you, a hand finding your bare thigh before sliding up to grasp your hip. Only an oversized t-shirt and a thin pair of cotton panties shield you from his roving fingers, and you can tell from the pleased curve of his mouth that he isn’t going to let either stand in his way. One hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, dancing along your ribcage, and you let out a breathy gasp when he trails up and skims along the soft skin just below the swell of your breasts.
“Been thinking about you all night, you know,” Jungkook whispers, pushing up your shirt and peppering kisses along every inch of newly revealed flesh. “Been thinking about how pretty you looked, cumming around my fingers, and how much prettier you’d look cumming around my cock.”
Your shirt is long forgotten by this point, tugged overhead and thrown carelessly over his shoulder. Jungkook hauls you closer, slotting himself between your spread legs, and you shiver when he presses the pad of his thumb against your clothed clit, the material uncomfortably damp as it clings to your folds.
“Jungkook—” His name escapes you in an airy whisper. “Please.”
Even in the darkness, you can see the satisfied, self-assured tilt of his lips. “Such a good girl for me,” he croons, leaning down to press a kiss to your waiting mouth. His free hand comes up to cup your cheek while the other remains between your legs, and you gasp sharply when he digs his thumb a little harder against your clit, circling the sensitive bud.
Jungkook seizes upon the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips, licking into your mouth with unrestrained ardor. Your panties are peeled away, the cottony material disappearing right alongside the pressure of his thumb, and the inadvertent whine that escapes you has him chuckling darkly in his throat.
“What is it, princess?” Jungkook rasps, his voice dipping several pitches. “You have to tell me what you want, remember?”
You clutch at his wrist weakly, tugging it back between your legs until he finally indulges you and resumes his lazy revolutions around your clit. “Want you,” you whisper. “Want you inside me.”
Jungkook lets out a pleased hum, rewarding you with a single finger that he slips into your sopping entrance, your juices aiding the smooth glide as he curls it up in search of the spot that’ll have you seeing stars. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“No, it wasn’t,” you agree shakily. “But it looks like you are, so why don’t you let me help you out?”
Jungkook chuckles softly, his lips ghosting across the swell of your cheek. “Oh, yeah? And how exactly do you plan on helping me?”
Slowly, you reach down, letting your fingers graze the sizable bulge in his sweatpants. “You said it yourself, didn’t you? Me, stretched around your cock?”
A low groan escapes him when you give him a firm stroke, your fingers barely meeting around his length. “On your back,” he commands hoarsely, nudging you backward until you’re nestled into your pillows. Freeing his erection from the confines of his sweatpants, he settles comfortably between your spread legs, the mattress groaning in protest at the shift in weight.
“Wait,” you whisper, grabbing his wrist. “Did you hear that?”
His face scrunches in confusion. “Hear what?” he asks, as if he’s never heard that particular string of words before. “Are you sure it wasn’t just—”
He stops mid-sentence, and you both hear it again—the unmistakable creaking of bedsprings from next door. “Shit!” you hiss, scrambling back on the mattress until you’re nearly pressed against the headboard. “Oh, god. That’s Jimin. He’s going to kill you if he finds you in here—”
On the other side of the wall, the door to the shared bathroom opens, the light flickering on and illuminating the crack beneath your door. You hear your brother cursing sleepily under his breath as the toilet lid clatters open, and nearly shove Jungkook off the bed in your haste to get him out of your room.
“You have to go,” you whisper frantically, herding him toward the door that leads out into the hall.
Jungkook hurriedly pulls his pants back over his hips, and you can practically see him willing his erection to go away. “What am I supposed to say if he asks?”
“I don’t know! Pretend you were going for a glass of water or something!”
With a final push, you shove him out of your bedroom, leaning against the door with a relieved sigh when it clicks shut behind him. You hear Jungkook shuffle off just as Jimin flushes, and cast a prayer up to any deities that may exist as you listen to him wash his hands. And it seems your prayers are answered, as quiet descends over the house once more. Off in the distance, you think you hear Minho snoring.
Letting out another sigh, you return to bed, crawling beneath the covers and getting comfortable. And when sleep finally takes you, you dream of Jeon Jungkook.
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Town council Hermann vs Alien Conspiracy Newt please!!!
THIS WAS FUN!!! inspired both by this tweet and conversations abt a newt/herm AU of that tweet with @k-sci-janitor (who also thought of the funniest sign newt made in this fic, aka the cheekbones one, and what his tats should look like). this is long sorry :/ gets a little spicy towards the end but nothing worse than a high pg13/light M
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The evening of the weekly town council meeting, it pours like nothing else. Which Hermann figures is really quite appropriate. Loathe as he is to soak his trouser legs, trudge through the mud that used to be his front walk, and hold his umbrella for so long his arm aches (for the community center is a mere half-mile walk away that Hermann can't justify substituting with a bus), he can't imagine council meetings happening in any other sort of weather. In fact, they rarely tend to; their dreariness seems to be a necessity, part of the preparation, as if to put everyone in as miserable a mood as possible.
Hermann hates council meetings. He supposes he'd be more sympathetic towards the plights of his constituents—if one can call one's neighbors constituents—if he'd wanted the damned job in the first place. As it is, he feels a bit like he was conned into it. Hermann had been a lowly physics professor at the local community college, passionate about public education and funding for public education and all those proper sorts of things an educator ought to be concerned about, when he suddenly found himself seized with the idea of making a difference. So he ran for a head position on the council. And he won it. Only no one told him that the council deals a lot less with public education and a lot more with noise complaints, cul-de-sac bake sales, and raccoons in dustbins, which makes why he ran completely unopposed all the more obvious.
A fat raindrop explodes against the edge of Hermann's umbrella and splashes his glasses. Hermann grits his teeth and wipes them dry with the cuff of his sweater. Bloody meeting; bloody rain; Hermann just wants to go back home, and fix up a nice pot of herbal tea, and set a blanket in the dryer for ten minutes, and...
"Dr. Gottlieb! Hey, Dr. Gottlieb, wait—!"
A blur in an oversized yellow raincoat hurdles itself at Hermann from the stairs of the community center. Hermann considers pretending he is a different Dr. Gottlieb, one who certainly has no reason to know maniacs in raincoats, or maybe high-tailing it in the other direction. This is the other reason why Hermann loathes council meetings: Newton Geiszler.
The unfortunate thing is that Newton Geiszler was, at one point, a respectable academic type, and in fact one of Hermann's own colleagues at the community college. (Hermann only found this out after the fact—he does not make a habit of intermingling much with the biology department.) And Hermann does mean was. Around a year ago, Geiszler was asked to temporarily step down from his position after he suddenly and unexpectedly went off the deep end. He has not been asked to come back yet. And not without reason. "Dr. Geiszler," Hermann sighs. "I've asked you not to lurk about here like that. It's...unsettling."
"Sorry, man, sorry," Geiszler shouts. He stomps over and makes himself at home under Hermann's umbrella. Hermann's not sure how he's been managing to see anything, let alone Hermann approaching down the sidewalk: his glasses are completely fogged-up and rain-splattered. "Do you mind if—thanks, dude."
Geiszler flips his hood down. He’s short, only coming up to Hermann's nose, with stubble nearly overgrown to a full beard and a mess of wet brown hair. He shakes that hair now, like a dog, soaking Hermann in the process. Hermann growls. "I beg your pardon,” he says.
"Oops,” Geiszler says. “Sorry. Anyway, Dr. Gottlieb, I'm really glad I caught you, there are—there are some things I wanted to tell you about. Before the meeting. They're—hold on." He rummages around in the deep pockets of his raincoat and produces a damp notebook, which he begins to flip through frantically. "It's about—"
"I know what it's about," Hermann says. Geiszler fumbles to push his glasses back up his nose. "In fact, there are some things I need to speak with you about as well."
"You've seen them?" Geiszler says in a hushed tone.
Hermann scowls. "I certainly have.”
They first started cropping up in the forest around the little cabin Geiszler calls home. Then, like dandelions or bamboo, they spread fast and far—to the town commons, in the front lawn of the coffee shop Hermann frequents, in front of his house. Whenever Hermann dashes one down with his cane or hauls one off to a rubbish bin, two more only crop up in its place. It's annoying, frankly. As if Hermann doesn't have to deal with enough already.
3 ALIEN ABDUCTIONS IN ONE WEEK - WHEN IS THE COUNCIL GOING TO DO SOMETHING?, the new one sitting in front of the community center says.
It's better than last week's sign, Hermann supposes. THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE - AND HERMANN GOTTLIEB IS BLIND TO IT.
"You know you need a permit for those, Dr. Geiszler," Hermann says. "Or, at the very least, the council's permission. They're a public nuisance."
"My signs are a public nuisance?" Geiszler shouts. Hermann flinches back. Geiszler may be compact, but if he doesn't have the shrillest voice on the whole damned planet. "Open your eyes, dude! A dozen people went missing last month! The only public nuisance is whatever's coming from—" He bites his lip and jabs his finger at the sky, as if saying anything remotely akin to outer space would suddenly send fleets of UFOs pouring down from above. "And you're just letting them walk right fucking in."
“I thought they were flying in?" Hermann says. He raps Geiszler’s shin with the end of his cane. "Do get out of my way, Dr. Geiszler. The meeting starts in ten minutes, and you're welcome to air all of your grievances then."
Geiszler is silent as Hermann ducks around him and ascends the community center ramp. For a moment, Hermann thinks he may have won this small victory, and then he hears the wet slaps of Geiszler's rain boots against the pavement behind him. "Really funny," Newton says. "Real fucking funny, dude. I bet it'll be just as funny when they come for you next!"
Hermann unlocks the door. Geiszler waves a stack of black-and-white polaroids beneath his nose. "I took these last week," Geiszler says, and begins flipping through them as frantically as he had his notepad. Each one is blurry and indistinct, like Geiszler snapped them through a gauzy curtain with shaking hands. Hermann's not sure what he's meant to be looking at. "The day that waitress went missing from the bus stop. And two nights after that—your neighbor, the one who went outside to let his cat in and never came b—"
"Enough," Hermann says. He pushes the polaroids away, knocking two to the ground, and Geiszler scrambles to pick them up before they're ruined. "Dr. Geiszler, it is undoubtedly tragic that these people have—er—vanished, as they have, but continuously insisting extraterrestrials had something to do with it, and furthermore—" Geiszler opens his mouth as if to argue, but Hermann raises his voice and pushes on. "—furthermore, that I'm meant to do something about it, is completely—well, it's unhinged, frankly. I'm not law enforcement. Or the mayor. Or bloody—NASA. What do you want from me?"
Geiszler stares at him for a long time. He pockets his photographs. "They're gonna come for you," he says, ominously. "Just like they did for me."
The meeting goes off as expected, which is to say, badly. Hermann gets shouted at by nearly everyone in town, many of whom blame Hermann and his presumed negligence for the disappearances over the past year as well (blessedly, they don't also blame aliens), though many more of them blame him for more trivial things such as the broken water fountain in the commons or the library's slow wireless internet. Hermann can't decide which is worse.
As it is, when the clock strikes eight, he's more than ready to go home. "Right," he announces, standing up and making a show of tidying his meeting notes. They're already tidy: Hermann's notes are always meticulous. He continues—rather quickly, in case someone gets bold and attempts to interrupt him, "Thank you all very much for such a, er, productive meeting. I'll make sure to pass along everything you've said to the appropriate people. If there's nothing else..."
Geiszler jumps to his feet. A few people groan; Hermann has a feeling they're just about as sick of him as Hermann is. "Um, yeah, actually, I want to add something."
"No," Hermann says. “Dr. Geiszler, please, we can talk—”
"When we were outside," Geiszler continues anyway, raising his voice, "you asked me what I wanted you to do. Well, I just want you to listen to me! That's all! I have so much proof—so much I can show you—and you won't even—!"
"Proof?" Hermann says. "Your rubbish photographs?”
"It's not just the photographs! It's other stuff, too! Like—" Geiszler lets out a long, angry huff of air, and actually balls his fists up at his sides. Hermann has never seen him so incensed, not even when he accused Hermann of being an alien himself during a council meeting last summer. "Look, just come to my house and I'll fuckin' show you. Or are you that afraid of being—I don’t know, proven wrong?"
Part of Hermann is convinced that if he follows Geiszler out to his isolated cabin in the middle of the woods, it'll be the last thing he ever does. At the very least, he certainly has no desire to spend more time with Geiszler than he's already forced to. Yet—on the other hand—Hermann does not appreciate the challenge, nor does he appreciate being made to look like a fool by the man who chairs the local paranormal society. "Fine," he snaps, and Geiszler startles in obvious surprise. "Fine, you wretched little man. I’ll let you show me whatever proof you think you may have, so long as you take every single one of those signs down."
"Um," Geiszler squeaks. He clears his throat. "D—deal?"
Hermann seizes his cane and thrusts his chair back under his table roughly. "Well?" he says to the rest of the hall, none of whom have budged since Geiszler began shouting his head off. He scowls at the lot of them. "The meeting is over. You can leave."
It's Hermann's job to shut down the building each week, so he waits for the very last stragglers to toss out their paper water cups, shrug on their raincoats, and file outside before switching off the lights and locking up. He finds Geiszler lurking by a rather worse-for-wear green VW Beetle at the curb, the hood of his raincoat flipped back up over his hair. Hermann desperately hopes that the car isn't Geiszler’s. He is Hermann’s ride home tonight, after all. "I took the signs down," Geiszler says in a rush. "All of the ones around here, anyway. I'll have to do the rest tomorrow." He jerks his thumb at the backseat of the Beetle, where Hermann sees a haphazard pile of some of the 3 ALIEN ABDUCTIONS signs. His heart sinks. The X-Files bumper stickers should've been a dead giveaway, really.
"Thank you," Hermann sighs. "Well, let's get this over with."
"The heat is busted, so you might wanna leave your coat on," Geiszler says apologetically when Hermann manages to squish himself into the passenger's seat. The floor is a sea of empty Dunkin' Donuts cups, stacks of pulp science (or, if Hermann were to be less kind, pseudoscientific) magazines spanning back at least half a decade, and a pin-littered linen tote bag filled to the brim with boxed Annie's macaroni and cheese.
"Uh, sorry," Geiszler says. "I had to run some errands earlier. You can just—toss that in the back. Yeah."
The ride is short but bumpy, and though the removal of Geiszler's shopping bag offers Hermann more leg room, there is nothing that can make up for his tragically awful driving and his tragically awful CD collection. Hermann almost bolts from the car when they finally pull up at Geiszler's ivy-shrouded cabin, so relieved to have made it there in one piece that he's all but forgotten that he must now spend the rest of the evening with Geiszler, too. He remembers soon enough: another duo of aggressive signs have been pounded into Geiszler's mossy front path, TURN BACK NOW - ALIEN ABDUCTION ZONE, and a rather good sketch of Hermann beneath WHAT ARE THOSE CHEEKBONES HIDING? "That one's from the summer," Geiszler says sheepishly, kicking down the latter with the toe of his boot. "I keep forgetting to take it down. I don't still think you're an alien, by the way."
"Er, thank you," Hermann says. "I suppose?"
"They wouldn't be that obvious," Geiszler says, emphasizing the they with a meaningful glance up at the night sky.
"Of course not," Hermann says.
He's not quite sure what he expected Geiszler's house to look like. Some sort of—conspiracy nutter's den, perhaps, with aluminum foil hats and deconstructed radios and elaborate photoboards full of thumbtacks and red string. Or the interior of his car on a larger scale, with empty takeout containers and crumpled up papers on every surface. He's...sort of right. There's a noticeable lack of tinhats, but there are plenty of (modestly-sized) corkboards on the walls and multiple coffee cups peeking out of a recycling bin. The rest is merely precisely what Hermann would expect from an academic in his 30s: books, and mis-matching furniture, and a sink of dishes begging to be washed. It's...a bit disappointing, frankly. Though Hermann is rather impressed with the sleek telescope angled in front of the back slider door. Impressed, and envious. It's a very nice model.
"Make yourself at home," Geiszler says, unzipping his voluminous raincoat and tossing it, along with Hermann's, over the back of a worn armchair. He's wearing a pair of torn skinny jeans and a band t-shirt that reveals his heavily tattooed, and deceptively shapely, arms. Hermann tears his eyes away and forces himself to sit down at one end of Geiszler's couch. "I'm gonna make us some coffee. Do you want any sugar or non-dairy creamer?"
"No, thank you," Hermann says. "I don't drink coffee this late. It'll keep me up all night."
"Well, I hope so, that's kinda the plan,” Geiszler says. He rolls his eyes. “The aliens never come before at least midnight. Soy milk or almond milk?"
Hermann thinks, briefly and longingly, of his nice warm bed, the blanket he intended to toss in the dryer, and the herbal tea he won't be having after all. "Almond milk?" he hazards.
Geiszler stares at him in evident disgust. "Dude, I was kidding. You know how bad that shit is for the environment? It takes, like, a fuckin' thousand gallons of water or something like that for one carton of almond milk. It's insane. I mean, I guess it's still less water than what dairy needs, but there are plenty of better options."
"Oh," Hermann says. Hermann drinks skim milk. "I'm sorry. Er. Soy milk?"
As Geiszler fixes them mugs, Hermann begins to poke around some papers scattered across the coffee table. One is a list of names and dates, seemingly random, Hermann thinks, until he recognizes (scrawled in purple ink at the very bottom of the page) that of the gentleman who disappeared from his back porch just down Hermann's street. When he recognizes another—a teenager who worked as a barista at Hermann’s favorite coffee shop—he realizes it must be everyone who's vanished from town in the past year. Another paper has the same dates repeated, though not alongside any names—rather, bizarre little phrases like circling lights and that sound again. "You found my notes," Geiszler says cryptically, and then thrusts a mug out to Hermann.
Hermann takes the mug. A logo on the side tells Hermann it was from some academic conference in California ten years ago. "What are they supposed to mean?" he says.
Geiszler snorts. "Uh, I thought it was kind of obvious. Look—" He sits next to Hermann, far too close, and points at the column of numbers on the first page. "These are the dates when people have been reported missing," he says, and then scans his finger over to the second page, "and these are the dates when I've observed extraterrestrial—or at least, unexplainable—activity overhead. See how they match up almost perfectly?
"Mm," Hermann says. He does not. "So—if I am to understand you correctly—you believe that a, ah," he takes the page back from Geiszler, "a 'weird swoopy sound' from overhead had something to do with that poor young woman disappearing from a bus stop last week?”
"It wasn't just a weird noise!" Geiszler exclaims. "I showed you the pictures. I ran outside when I heard it, and thank fuck I had my camera, because I caught those lights just as they were leaving. And then what do I find out the next morning? There was another abduction, at almost the exact same time I saw the lights!"
"Ten miles from here," Hermann reminds him. "It would've had to have been a bloody fast ship."
"Yeah, no shit, Hermann," Geiszler says. "They're, like, fucking—mega-advanced lifeforms. They probably have the tech to vaporize the entire Earth if they wanted. Of course it was a fast ship.”
Geiszler is still sitting awfully close to Hermann. He runs very warm, unlike Hermann, warm enough to make Hermann warm too—like a scruffy, tattooed, freckled furnace. Yes, freckled, for Geiszler has the lightest dusting of freckles across his round chipmunk-like cheeks that Hermann finds inexplicably charming. He wonders if Geiszler would notice him loosen his collar a bit, perhaps take off his sweater. He really is getting quite warm. "So, I was saying," Geiszler continues, and though he speaks almost directly into Hermann's ear, he sounds as if he's a mile away from him. "Waitress at bus stop—weird lights over my cabin—waitress gone from bus stop. The proof is, like, undeniable!"
"Indeed," Hermann says.
He undoes the top button of his collar. He hasn't touched his coffee yet—he wonders if Geiszler even cares. The tattoo on Geiszler’s bicep, some sort of space tentacle monster, stares back at Hermann. "I'm telling you, man," Geiszler says, "this is no joke. They're taking people, maybe even for good."
They're gonna come for you, just like they did for me. When Geiszler began spouting nonsense about aliens last year, he was not booted from the biology department right away. Mostly everyone at the college, Hermann knows, tolerated his eccentricities on account of his admittedly brilliant mind and popularity among the students. The final straw came when Geiszler's extraterrestrial delusions (for what else could they be?) reached a new level: he showed up to campus in his pajamas one morning, raving that the aliens were not only zooming about over his house, but had actually abducted him the previous evening. "You seemed to fare alright, though, didn't you?" Hermann says. "When you were—ah—taken? They even dropped you back off in time for work. Quite courteous, I should think."
"That's—" Geiszler begins to shake his leg up and down, nervous energy radiating up his body and through Hermann's. He spills some of his coffee on the carpet. "That was—that was dumb. I got lucky. I think I was one of the first ones, you know? Because the disappearances didn't really get bad until, like, a month after that? I was in bed—and, and it wasn't like how it is in movies, I wasn't sucked up in a giant beam of light or anything like that, one minute I was there and then the next I wasn't, I was somewhere...else. And—uh. I don't really remember what they looked like. I tried to—sketch them out, but it was like trying to remember a dream, all the specific details about them just faded once it was over. But, um." He rubs the back of his neck, and Hermann is surprised to see him blushing. "Well, if I'm being honest, I think I kinda freaked them out."
Hermann can't help but snort. "You what?"
"I'm serious!" Geiszler shrieks. "I freaked them out. I was just really excited about it all. Like, dude, come on, I was abducted by aliens. How fucking cool is that? I just kept asking a bunch of questions, like, are you gonna probe me? are you gonna take me back to Mars or Jupiter or, like, I don't know, fucking Gallifrey? do you even understand what I'm saying, how do you communicate? and then the next thing I knew, I was landing on my ass in the school parking lot. They must've been observing me like I was observing them, like, they maybe knew I worked there? Anyway—" He shakes his head. "I tell you what, I'm real glad I decided to not just wear boxers like usual to bed that night. That would've been really embarrassing."
Bombarded with the sudden mental image of what Geiszler usually looks like in bed, Hermann (feeling rather warm again) tugs at his collar and clears his throat. He has certainly seen more than enough for the night, and if his mind is straying to something as prosaic as what does Dr. Geiszler look like half-naked?, it likely means it’s time for bed. "Er, right. Dr. Geiszler—"
"Just call me Newt, man," Geiszler says.
"Newton," Hermann concedes. It gives him a private little thrill. No one calls Newton Newton; it’s always either Newt or Dr. Geiszler. "Newton,” he says again, “this has been a very—illuminating—evening, but it's getting rather late, and I think you ought to drive me home before—"
And then Newton begins to take off his shirt.
Yes, a small part of Hermann's brain whispers traitorously, yes, yes, yes, even as Hermann recoils and stammers out, "Newton, what—?!"
"Oh, calm down, I'm not coming onto you," Newton says. He drops his t-shirt on the floor and jabs a thumb at his chest. His bare chest. "See, look. Proof."
Hermann's not sure what he's meant to be looking at. The giant Godzilla tattooed over Newton's pectorals? The flying saucer tattooed above Newton’s belly button? Newton’s nipple piercings? Hermann thinks he understands what an overheating computer feels like, an influx of too much information with processors unequipped to handle it. "I," he says. Newton’s belly button is not pierced. Hermann’s not sure why he thought it would be.
"Look at my chest, dude!" Newton says, tapping his skin insistently.
It takes Hermann a great deal of effort to pull his eyes away from the nipple piercings. In the dead center of Newton's chest, spaced perfectly between his pectorals and right over the nostrils of Godzilla, is a strange, almost luminescent glyph of a language Hermann can't begin to recognize. It's raised from Newton's skin, more like a brand than a tattoo. And...well, when Hermann says luminescent, he really means it. The squiggle seems to glow blue. "This was on me the next morning," Newton says. "I think they marked me. Like you'd tag a lab rat?”
Hermann can't help himself: he reaches out and touches the mark. "Strange," he murmurs. Compared to the heat of Newton’s body, the glyph is quite cool. Frigid, in fact, like metal, and yet as soft as the rest of his skin.
He's close enough to Newton to hear the hitch in his breath when they make contact, and as he traces his fingertips over the glyph, he can feel Newton's heart pounding beneath them. Strange, indeed; Newton has been such a thorn in his side for so many months, and yet all Hermann wants to do now is touch even more of him. He trails his hand lower, down to the flying saucer on Newton's soft abdomen. Newton inhales sharply. "Um," he says. "Should—should I put my shirt back on?"
"Do you want to?" Hermann says.
"Not really," Newton says.
He stares at Hermann, eyebrows knit together behind his glasses, like he can't seem to make sense of him. His confusion is very much warranted; Hermann can’t seem to make sense of himself right now, either. Then, to Hermann's supreme annoyance, the pieces seem to click into place in Newton's mind, and he grins. "Oh, duh," he says. "No wonder. You wanna fuck me, don't you? That’s why you’re so obsessed with me.”
That would certainly explain the strange warm feeling that comes over Hermann sometimes when he thinks about Newton in the dead of night that he has, up until this very moment, attributed to bouts of temporary insanity and/or a latent murderous desire. Nothing so dramatic as all that, then—just regular human biology. Urgh. How disgusting. And for Newton, of all people. “Obsessed with you?” Hermann sniffs, desperate to retain some element of propriety even while he begins to tug at Newton’s button fly. “Newton, you have spent thousands of dollars on yard signs just to invite me over for a coffee.”
“Uh, yeah, and it worked,” Newton says.
He curls his fingers in the front of Hermann's sweater, thumbing over one of the buttons.
“Even when I thought you were an alien,” Newton says, “I still kiiiiinda wanted to fuck you.”
Delusional or not, Newton looks terrifically good with a beard.
"Wait," Hermann gasps some time later. "Newton, stop a moment—"
Newton pulls away from him, frowning. He pushes his glasses back up on his nose. "What is it?" he says. "Did I hurt—?"
But Hermann pats at his shoulder frantically, pointing beyond him at the back slider and the dark of the forest beyond that. Newton cranes his neck around. "Only I'm sure I saw something. Lights, or…” Hermann feels a small twinge of embarrassment. The night is dead silent, and dead still. “Well, now I'm not sure."
“You probably imagined it," Newton says. He slips back down to press a kiss at Hermann's jaw. “It’s too early to be them.”
Not even ten yet. Newton kisses behind Hermann’s ear. It feels very nice. "Yes," Hermann agrees slowly, his eyelids flickering shut. He smooths his hand up and down Newton’s back. "Yes, I suppose you're right." Newton’s stories must have left him on edge. Which is of course ridiculous, because they’re all a load of rubbish—there may be extraterrestrials somewhere out there in the great wide universe, but they’re certainly not swooping down and plucking up hapless test subjects from Earth, let alone their small town, every other day. Hermann has much more important things to concern himself with right now, like how it feels when he threads his fingers in the soft strands of Newton’s hair, or the sound Newton makes when Hermann digs his nails into his skin, or how wonderful kissing Newton is...
And, unobserved by both of them, the three lights hovering above Newton's cabin blink away as quickly as they'd come.
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