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eternalxvenus · 14 days

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༻ room for one more? ༺

summary: after many failed dates, you begin to give up on the dating scene until Sarah and John B give you an interesting proposal.

cw: smut 18+, sarah x f!reader x john b, threesome, oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, praise, p in v, unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, baby), brief drug use, lmk if i missed any!

wc: 3.6k

notes: thank you to the lovely @juniebugg for giving me this amazing idea, i loved writing it and hope i did it justice 🙏🏽

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The sun was setting but the day was still hot, a soft wind tickling your skin. You were lying on your towel, opting to enjoy the last few rays of the sun with Kie. JJ, Pope, John B, Cleo, and Sarah were all in the water swimming and playing around. You all had a rough week for different reasons and so JJ called for a mandatory beach day.

As you dozed in and out, listening to the sound of the waves, Kie nudged your side softly. "So... how is the whole dating thing coming along?"

Even though she was genuinely curious, you couldn't help the sting of embarrassment as you tried not to groan. "Not so great. I have a date with Kelce tomorrow, but I'm not over the moon excited." You turned to look at Kie through your sunglasses with a tight smile. "If this one doesn't work out, I'm giving up."

Her nose scrunched up in mild disapproval. "Kelce? I didn't think you'd go for someone in that circle.

Truth be told, you usually wouldn't. Even though the whole Kooks vs Pogues thing isn't as relevant anymore, some Kooks were still stuck in their old ways. "Me either. He came up to me and started a conversation at the boneyard a couple nights ago and asked for my number. Now we suddenly have a date at the country club," you sighed with a shrug.

"Even if it doesn't go well, don't stress it. You don't have to push a relationship anytime soon– you're still young."

You sat up and turned onto your back, deciding to take a nap while you could. "Easy for you to say. You have JJ, Cleo has Pope, and Sarah has John B. I'm the odd one out." Kie gave you a solemn smile but didn't say anything else, which you were thankful for.

A few hours later, everyone was out of the water, and the wind picked up leaving goosebumps on their wet skin. While everyone was drying off, Kie woke you up and said it was time to go.

You asked John B to take you home because you had plans tomorrow. As everyone laughed and joked around with one another, you couldn't bring yourself to be in a cheerful mood knowing they each had their special person within the group.

Once you were home, you immediately took a warm shower to try and let the warm water relax you. It did somewhat, but it didn't stop your brain from overthinking. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning in bed, one melatonin later, you finally were able to fall asleep and stay asleep.

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The room was unbearably hot when you woke up. You flung the covers off you as you wiped the light sheen of sweat from your forehead. You'd left the window open, and your AC wasn't on. With an irritated groan, you got up and closed the window. Wanting to cool down your room as quick as possible, you turned the AC on as low as it could go.

You checked your phone and saw a few missed messages.

Kie: have fun on your date, lmk how it goes!

Sarah: if you aren't busy later come swing by the chateau :)

Kelce: morning, i'll be there at 1 to pick you up for lunch. can't wait to see you.

You sent in your replies and got ready for your date with Kelce. Light makeup and a cute but simple white dress. As you grabbed it from your closet, you saw the red dress you shoved in the back with the price tag still attached. You'd bought it impulsively while shopping with the girls one day but had never worn it.

It was a mid-thigh deep cherry red with a slit and showed off your cleavage perfectly—according to Sarah, at least. It had never seen the outside of your closet, no matter how many times your friends tried to make you wear it. You never felt like you could truly pull it off.

There were five minutes to spare when you'd finally finished up. As you were spraying your perfume a text from Kelce came in letting you know he was outside. You grabbed your purse and met him outside, where he sat in his car.

A small sigh left your lips. He didn't bother to meet you at the door. Perhaps he wasn't the gentleman type. You got into his expensive car, the leather seat cool from the AC blasting on high.

"Ready to go?" He asked, giving you a once over. You nodded softly and gave him a small smile. Neither of you spoke much the entire ride there. You sat on your phone checking social media, playing games, anything to pass the time.

Kelce parked in front of the country club and beckoned you to follow him. He led you to the outdoor patio that connected to a restaurant. After a waiter sat you both and you ordered drinks, Kelce started the conversation.

"So, is this your first time at the country club?."

"Uh... yeah, it is."

"What do you think of it?" he said, taking a sip of the drink that had been placed in front of him.

You shrugged, "It's nice, I can see why people come here." There was a beat of silence and you knew this date wasn't going to be the best.

"Honestly, I'm surprised we're here right now. I never thought I'd be taking a pogue on a date at the country club. But you're really hot, so I've got no complaints."

His statement made you internally roll your eyes. "Right..."

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You were back home, feet aching slightly from your shoes, and the heat was making you feel groggy and gross. The date was not good. All Kelce could talk about was himself, the kook life, and how he wanted to bring you to a party at Topper's next week. You declined. He also made slick remarks about you being a pogue which pissed you off.

You: hey sarah, i'll be over in a bit.

She sent a thumbs to your message. You got in your car and made your way to the chateau. When you pulled up, you saw John B out by the deck.

Inside you could see Sarah walking around so you went in to greet her.

"Hey, I'm here," you said knocking on the door as you walked inside.

"Hey! Glad you could make it." She sat the plates she was holding into the cabinet and motioned for you to sit. She came over and sat next to you on the couch as you both got comfortable. "Kie mentioned you had a date… how did it go?"

You picked at your nails and shook your head. "Not too great."

Sarah hummed sympathetically. "Well, Kelce isn’t as interesting as he makes himself out to be." You both laughed as you nodded in agreement.

You laid back on the couch letting your head fall back. "When is everyone else coming?" assuming Sarah or John B had something planned for everyone tonight.

"Actually, I only invited you. John B and I wanted to talk to you about something," she sighed. You felt nervousness bloom in your stomach as she stood up. "I'm gonna go get John B, just sit tight."

While waiting for them to come back your mind was wandering, not sure what could be so important that they had to talk to you together and in person. The door swung open and Sarah walked back in with John B right behind her. No one spoke as they pulled up two chairs and sat in front of you on the couch. John B gave a soft smile which helped your nerves just a little.

"Okay so," Sarah spoke up. "We weren't really sure how to go about this so just bear with me here. You're one of our best friends and we've spent a lot of time together over the years..."

You could hear your heart beating in your ears, almost drowning out Sarah's voice. Please don't tell me they don't want to be friends anymore, you thought to yourself.

"Anyways, me and John B have been talking. We both find you attractive obviously. And we wanted to invite you to bed with us! Like a threesome." Sarah had a smile on her face and your eyes widened.

"W-what? You want to have a threesome? With me?" They both nodded.

"Basically, me and Sarah had been talking and we asked each other who we'd want to hook up with if we were single. To our surprise we both said you, so we figured why not just ask."

Your face felt burning hot with shyness and embarrassment. You'd only had sex one time and it wasn't all that great. You and your boyfriend at the time had wanted to lose your virginities to each other but neither of you knew what you were doing.

Sarah's hand grabbed yours and pulled you out of your swarming thoughts. "You don't have to answer right now." She was caressing the back of your hand with her thumb reassuringly. "Go home and just think about it. We'll be waiting patiently for your answer— no pressure at all, okay?"

The air in the room felt a little less heavy. You knew they wouldn't force you or be mad if you decided not to. "Okay," you said with a small smile.

They both hugged you, walked you to your car, and waved you off home. On the ride back, all you could think about was whether you should accept or not. You weren't experienced and didn't want to disappoint them.

You were laying in bed but once again couldn't sleep. You decided to take a few hits of the weed pen JJ had given you a while back, it's lasted you a while since you only use it when you can't sleep or need to relax.

Once you felt the high encompassing your mind you laid down and closed your eyes. Your mind drifted to the thought of being in bed with Sarah and John B. With that, you fell asleep.

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It had been three days since your threesome invitation. You had thought about it a lot. Even though you hadn't spoken to Sarah and John B directly, you all still talked in the group chat with everyone else like normal.

It was still early in the morning when you texted Sarah.

You: hey are you and John B up yet?

20 minutes later, you got a reply.

Sarah: good morning! i am but he's still sleeping lol. what's up?

You: i've given it some thought and i wanna do this but are you sure? i'm not the most experienced when it comes to all that

Sarah: i'm so happy! thank you for trusting us and don't worry we'll both be there to guide you. are you free tonight?

You said yes and she told you to come over at 7. That gave you 11 hours to completely freak out before heading over there.

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The warm air from outside blew into your car as you sat outside the chateau, trying to give yourself a mini pep talk. They suggested that you come in loungewear, so you wore shorts and a cropped tank top with no bra, all things considered.

You went up and knocked on the door and waited. John B came and greeted you with a hug. He didn't hide the fact that he was taking in your body.

"Hey, come in. Sarah's finishing up in the shower so she should be out in a few minutes." With a brief nod, you followed him inside.

It was so weird, normally the chateau felt like a second home. You'd help yourself to whatever and never felt out of place. This time it was the complete opposite. You didn't want to touch anything or sit without someone telling you to. You felt like a guest, who was visiting for the first time.

John B sensed your nervousness and gave you a smirk. "Don't get all shy now sweetheart, we haven't even started. Speaking of which, is there anything you wanna do? We could have some takeout, watch a movie, anything really."

You gave him a puzzled look. "I thought we were going to... you know."

"I love your enthusiasm," he chuckled. "We are, but Sarah and I both thought it'd be best to ease into it rather than just jump right in. We want this to be as comfortable as possible for you."

It was the little things like this that reminded you that these are your best friends. They knew you like the back of their hand and wanted this to be enjoyable for you and them. "A movie sounds nice," you said with a smile.

A little while later you were all sat on the couch watching some random movie that you'd picked. It wasn't all that good but you were still tuned in. Your eyes glanced away from the TV when you felt Sarah's hand start grazing the inside of your thigh. She was still facing forward almost as if nothing was happening. You looked back at the TV and spread your legs a little wider.

It was summer, entirely too hot for any blankets— even with the cool air of the AC blowing— so if John B looked, he'd see what was happening. The light, teasing touches went on for a few more minutes and you could feel yourself getting more and more worked up. You were ready to break the silence and ask for more until you felt John B's lips on your neck. A soft gasp slipped past your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

"This okay?" he muttered against your neck, and you nodded. "Use your words, pretty girl."

You managed to whimper out a soft 'Yes' which encouraged them both to keep going. Sarah's hand moved higher, lightly rubbing you through your shorts. A moan slipped from your pouty lips at the contact and you tried grinding your hips against her hand for more stimulation. "Let's go to the bed," Sarah whispered.

The short walk was filled with little kisses and light touches, none of you wanted to stop even for a second. Sarah instructed you to take off your clothes and lay on the bed. She and John B did the same as she sat behind you and John B positioned himself in between your thighs.

"Fuck... your pussy is dripping." You attempt to close your legs but he has a strong grip on your thighs. "Don't try and hide yourself, I wanna see everything."

Sarah brought her hands up to massage your tits, your nipples feeling painfully hard. "John B is gonna use his mouth to make you feel good, okay?"

"Okay– oh!" He wasted no time licking a long stripe to collect your arousal on his tongue.

"How does she taste baby?" Sarah asked. You could hear the lust and neediness in her voice. "She's so fucking sweet, like candy." John B couldn't help but moan as he continued to move his tongue in and out of your hole. You felt one of Sarah's hands leave your breast to touch herself behind you. Her soft moans make you even more turned on.

John B brought his mouth to your clit and sucked hard. That was all it took to have you falling over the edge in pleasure. One hand squeezed Sarah's arm while the other tugged on John B's brown tresses. Your moans filled the room as you rode out your first orgasm of the night.

Sarah replaced your spot in front of John B and once again he wasted no time lapping at her essence. Once she reached her peak John B didn't stop he was pushing her into overstimulation and instructed you to hold her legs open.

"John B! Please– ohmygod– it's too much!" she tried to push his head away but he didn't budge until he pulled another orgasm from her. You watched in amazement as she started to squirt making a mess of the bed and his face. He wore your combined juices proudly, not bothering to wipe any of it off.

You leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Fuck Sarah you look so hot like this, squirting all over the place, being so messy." She whimpered at your words as John B finally gave her some reprieve.

She pulled you down so your lips collided with hers in a heated bruising kiss. Her tongue swiped across your lip and made its way into your mouth massaging your tongue.

In the corner of your eye, you saw John B stroking his hard cock slowly. Sarah noticed as well and gave you a smirk. "Let's show him how thankful you are for making you cum."

John B positioned himself up against the headboard and Sarah brought you face to face with his length. "Grab the base and take him into your mouth. He likes it really messy," She whispered while keeping her gaze on him. You followed her instructions and did your best to please him.

Once you'd taken as much as you could into your mouth, a light gag leaving your throat, he groaned. "Fuuuuck, that's it, take it all in that tight little throat." You went at your own pace for a bit, then Sarah took over gagging you on his cock at a brutal pace. Your eyes watered and there was spit and drool all over your chin and his pelvis. John B's thighs tensed and without warning his load filled your throat forcing you to swallow it all.

You coughed a bit and Sarah rubbed your back soothingly while you and John B caught his breath. "You did so good baby." She went to kiss your neck and caress your body.

The praise did things to you. "Thank you." John B pulled you against him and kissed you deeply. "Do you wanna keep going, sweetheart?" John B muttered against your lips. The room felt so hot in combination with all the body heat and the summer air. You were definitely spent, but you wanted to go again. "I want you inside, please."

He nodded and moved you down to straddle him. Sarah moved to sit on his face, facing you. She moaned, feeling his tongue on her clit again. You sink down on his length feeling completely and utterly full. Sarah pulled you in for a kiss as you rocked your hips in a slow rhythm.

The stimulation on your clit from grinding felt delicious, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. One look at Sarah and you could tell she was close too. "I wanna cum together," you whispered against her lips. "Okay, together." she nodded. John B pushed his hips up to get impossibly deeper and gave a harsh such on Sarah's clit, pushing you both over the edge.

You both collapsed onto the bed, your body completely worn out. Sarah and John B left kisses and comforting touches anywhere they could, telling you how well you did and that they were so proud. Their voices faded away as sleep overtook you.

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A month after your night with Sarah and John B things couldn't have been better. You'd spent many pleasure-filled nights at the chateau. They were always showing you something new and making you feel so good. There were even times when it would be just one of them if the other was busy or not around.

You weren't expecting the text from Sarah asking you to come over considering you were just there two days ago. She asked you the wear that red dress which made you even more confused.

Walking into the chateau, not bothering to knock, you saw the table with lots of food and a candle adorning the middle of the table. "What's all this?" you questioned. John B and Sarah both turned from their spot in the kitchen and greeted you.

"We wanted to do something special to thank you, you look beautiful by the way," he said leading you to the empty chair. They sat down at the table and you could tell something was coming up. Even Sarah looked a bit nervous. Maybe they were going to end things.

"So, we don't want to keep you here with this uncertainty. We did all these because this past month has been amazing. You've always been a great friend and I think– we think– doing this has made us incredibly closer." You nod in agreement. "We want you to be our girlfriend. We'll be an official polyamorous couple. I don't want to have to give you up to someone else and neither does Sarah. We want you to be ours and we'll be yours completely."

You felt like the wind had been sucked out of you. They wanted you to be their girlfriend. Before you could say anything Sarah chimed in. "Sorry if this seems sudden and we understand if you want to keep things how they are. You don't have to have an answer–"

"Of course I would," you cut her off with a wide smile. You could see the worry leave both of their faces. "God I love you." Sarah laughed leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek, John B following suit.

The rest of the night was spent having an amazing dinner and even better sex with your new partners. Never in a million years did you think this would be your life but you loved it and you loved them. They were your best friends and lovers wrapped in one.

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#sarah cameron #john b routledge #sarah cameron smut #john b routledge smut #sarah cameron x reader #sarah obx #sarah cameron obx #sarah outer banks #john b x reader #john b obx #obx x reader #obx #obx smut #outer banks #black!reader #black reader #divider by: plutism #black writers #john b smut

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shiki-jin · 3 days

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YOUR CELESTIAL MAJESTY • SAGAU

(part 0 here)

was listening to TruE on loop while writing the last part of this, it's genuinely such a good song ugwvdya

also can you spot the contradiction ;D it's plot relevant i promise

not proofread, dont bully me ill write a thesis on why youre a meanie

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you had long deleted genshin, since you had other things to do. you had wanted to go back to the game for a while now, now that you were less busy, but there was just one little problem.

it was now taking up nearly triple the amount of space that it was when you uninstalled it. around 300 whole gigabytes.

jesus christ, what phone can even handle this???

your phone, apparently. because as you opened the game to see if maybe a miracle would happen and that if maybe they would just, like, remove half of the things in the game, it just… kinda loaded?

no installing new files, no checking for anything, no nothing…. just an immediate pan to the gates of celestia.

you decided to check if it was the right genshin since this was just way too weird, but countering your judgement, every link you found led you to the same game, leading you to believe it not to be a bootleg or an illegal version.

guess i’ll trust it then.

you clicked on the gates which opened smoothly, and your screen turned white. then, the symbols of the seven elements appeared in gray.

and then the game just… opened. no loading time, once again. no getting stuck on the geo symbol, nothing. nada. just a smooth entrance into what you had to assume to be teyvat — but your surroundings didn't really support that claim.

the grass was brown and just looked off, the sky was gray. a darker shade than, say, mond’s walls, but it was like one of those game crashes.

well, except you could still move around.

you moved your current character around (the traveller? since when were they the only one in your team?) and decided to open the map after not figuring out where you could possibly be.

hold on, this is springvale? since when?

eveything looked dead, like it had been rotting for a century. you tried to ignore it though, and teleported to the inside of mondstadt. surely this was just some glitch, right? one that would fix itself if you teleported?

maybe the world loaded incorrectly, maybe the fact that nothing took time to load meant that it couldn't load, maybe this or that, maybe…

maybe this really was how the game looked normally. you hadn't done any quests though, so you wondered if it could be restored.

you took a screenshot of the your surroundings — the stone, worn down and dirty. the houses which looked to be in a horrible state, and… the npcs, all sickly and pale, like they were starving.

you went to reddit (yes, reddit), and posted the screenshot, asking if it was normal.

you closed the game and decided to take a nap, too tired to really deal with this shit any further.

while you slumbered, people replied to your post.

╰┈➤ lol me too anon, me too

╰┈➤ isn't the game closed or wtv? how'd you get this wtf

╰┈➤ they're trolling

╰┈➤ o makes sense oops

╰┈➤ So we’re all still mourning huh

╰┈➤ jokes aside that's a super impressive edit ngl

you remained unaware of the truth, but you'd find out soon enough.

actually, you'd find out now, apparently…

what the fuck?? why is my bed so hard now?

you groaned and forced your eyes open, seeing a dark, nearly black sky.

the only light was a single star, lingering right above you.

“since when was i outside...?"

a voice spoke to you, answering your question.

“you always have been, have you not? but would you like to head inside, my lord?”

... huh? i recognize that voice...

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p.s. place your bets on who it is, i’m thinking of one specific character but if there's a fan fav i'll make it them instead since i haven't written anything beyond this point (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠)

p.s.s. don't expect updates to this series too quickly, i wish i could write as quick as i think of ideas but sadly that's not the case orz

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #sagau #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yippie #genshin self aware #genshin self aware au

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happyk44 · 1 year

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Thinking about a specific flavour of Percicobeth where Nico is so deeply in love with Percy and jealous of Annabeth for having him that he tries to avoid her as much as he can because it's not really her fault she's dating his dream boy and he doesn't wanna be rude, but Nico is important to Percy which Annabeth takes very seriously so she just. Will not. Fucking. Go away.

And Nico finds that she's actually really neat and cool and he's just like "oh my fucking god stop being so awesome, so I can pretend you're secretly awful and hate you in peace" and then at some point over time he realizes he's not jealous of her anymore.

He loves her. Just like he loved Percy.

And it freaks him out because he's never been into girls before. So he just. Bolts instead of talking about it and Percy is panicking and Annabeth is worried and they go searching for him, meanwhile he's just faceplanted on the floor of his dad's office, moaning about his incredibly Terrible luck and Hades is just like "just fuck both of them then and stop dirtying my floor with your tears, I just had it mopped" and Nico is just "fuck off and let me be dramatic"

And ofc they find him and demand he tell them why he just disappeared on them without warning and the confession just spills from his lips and they're just... Shocked. Confused. Percy assumed Nico liked Annabeth. Annabeth assumed Nico liked Percy. Neither of them considered that it was both of them he fell in love with.

And neither of them were ever equipped to deal with his confession in the first place - it always seemed like one of those open secrets they were never going to talk about even though they really needed to. The balance of their friendship is a thin line they didn't wanna break and now it's shattered all over the floor along with Nico's bleeding heart and neither of them know how to fix it.

But neither of them can imagine life with Nico nestled in between them during move nights or combing shadows out of his hair or dragging him along to help pick out gifts or waking up to good morning texts from wherever he is and it's just a quiet oh between the two of them. Because they love him too. They do.

And it's a weird thing while they learn to work around the edges of a romantic relationship with Nico who takes a few years before he finally settles down and realizes it's not a joke, it's not a placation to make him stay, it's genuine and content and warm and home.

#percico #percicobeth #nicobeth #nico di angelo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #happy talks pjo

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lesbiandanhowell · 5 months

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you know what time it is

Sam reacts to: Dan and Phil are Getting Divorced

First of all the title had me GAGGED but also I love the way they clickbait without clickbaiting? They know thar we've learned not to take any of the titles too serious so it's just like an inside joke by now.

- I have played this before with a friend so I know the story and can judge if they are being stupid or good at it. UPDATE: They are incredible, like they are endlessly better than me and my friend were. Funfact: I played it with a friend after she broke up with her girlfriend and didn't have anyone to play it with anymore

- The different buttons on Xbox vs Switch IS A CRIME so true Phil.

- It looked like Phil wanted an answer after "we can do team work!" and just didn't get one, sad moment.

- The household chores banter is so domestic fuxk me j am crying (live reaction I will leave this unedited)

- "That is also sucking not blowing" OKAY THEN. Despite all the openings for innuendos this video has surprisingly little innuendos or even half dirty jokes? Very kid friendly language.

- I am sorry but Dan's lack of reaction at Phil calling himself husband has me raising an eyebrow, like Dan is not fazed because it happens all the time.

- They are working together so much better than I expected you can tell they have a inherent connection. This is obviously the type of game they are more used to playing and their shared brain from sharing a life for 14 years becomes so clear in the way they play together.

- How are they already codependent in a game they played about 20 minutes... (Phil saying he doesn't want to play alone).

- "Highfive me motherfucker!" That made me laugh out loud because it is SO Dan.

- "They could just go to therapy" - the friend who recommends everyone therapy after they went, we all have them.

- They have such a intrinsic way they work together? Like when they are confronted with a task where they have to work together, they don't even have to discuss who does what it just works out organically. That only comes from being together as long as they have and being such a perfect match.

- Phil knocking Dan's head >>>> love language for real

- "Which one?" Daniel Howell you are a homosexual I don't think Phil was asking if you'd smash the woman?!

- This is the most real Dan we have ever seen. Yes he will trick Phil into getting him killed but he also GENUINELY compliments Phil when doing well or winning a minigame, like that we don't get in their competitions.

- "Excellent work Lester" The last name use got me feeling some type of way not sure why.

- Dan: "I've been on grindr" Phil: "You literally made me die saying that"

- They are SUCH a good team, nothing shows this more than co-op games.

My biggest take away from this was just how much they praise and compliment each other? They are so polite and appreciative and say thank you and everything so many times in this video, probably more than in any other gaming video we have seen before. I think this is how they play video games together personally and I am glad we got to see this calm, less chaotic and to me more real version of them. I enjoy their competitiveness but this was a very wholesome insight into another side of them.

Can't wait for the next part because if they don't finish this game series I will commit crimes.

#last point most relevant one #dan and phil #amazingphil #daniel howell #danandphilgames #gaymingmas #phan #sam reacts #Dan and Phil are Getting Divorced

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knoxvillesjackass · 1 year

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Hi love! I hope you're well.

I love your writing so much and I'm a slut for smutty jealous/possessive johnny fics so if you ever felt like writing something like that, whatever plot you want I'd love to read it.

I always get so excited when I see you've posted something!

Thank you 💘

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐣.𝐤

thank you for this request and thank you for the kind words! <3

warnings! rough (like really) sex, degrading dirty talk, slight choking, possessive/jealous partners, alcohol intake, oral sex

words; 3.287

It was like a moth to a flame when Johnny and you first met. That was how drawn you were to each other. Fire was the only real way you could describe the relationship.

Although all was well in the relationship, with sweet nights in and fancy nights out. With love and passion, with everything you could’ve ever asked for, there was a slight problem.

Johnny’s jealousy had a life of its own. You’d never quite understood it, frankly; you found it ridiculous.

As much as a glance from another man could send him through the roof, and more often than not, this stupid jealousy would be the root cause of pretty much all of your arguments.

The blonde tramp on Johnny's arm had her fingers tangled up in his brown locks, and a huff left your lips as his hand moved down around her lower waist.

"I'm gonna fuckin' snap," you muttered lowly from across the room and your friend patted your shoulder and pulled you backwards, turning you around. "Just forget about him for tonight," your friend, who'd never liked Johnny, said and shook her head when looking in his direction, although his focus was fully set on the girl on his lap.

You bit your lip and turned your head while at the bar, glancing quickly at Johnny, who was laughing. You gritted your teeth and rolled your eyes, gazing at the bartender. "Man in red over there wanted to buy you this," the bartender said and handed you a beer, nodding his head towards a man on the other side of the bar. He was reasonably handsome, around your age. He smirked, and you raised the beer bottle to thank him. You'd never pass up the opportunity of free alcohol, so you drank it quickly.

"Another one?"

The man had come around and sat next to you on one of the bar stools and he nodded at the beer bottle, which you'd emptied rather quickly.

"Sure," you shrugged and smiled, cheering him as you both sip your beers.

"You're here all alone?" He asked, and you turned to look at Johnny. The woman was practically dry-humping your man, but he didn't look as if he minded a bit.

"I'm here alone," you nodded and turned around, trying to shake your worries about Johnny away. "I haven't even asked your name yet. I'm Matt," he said and reached out a hand, which you shook and smiled, "I'm Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, I'd just like to say, that I think you're very beautiful."

You found yourself unexpectedly blushing at his compliment, genuinely enjoying his company. He kept your mind off Johnny, and for that, you were thankful.

You talked for a while about life, jobs and hobbies. He was charming and easy to talk to, and he wasn't plastered like all of the other idiots in the bar.

"Now, I don't know if you've noticed, but I think the pool table looks pretty damn desperate for someone to play a game," Matt said and nodded his head to the pool table. You giggled and inhaled with a playful smile. "You sure you wanna do that?" You asked and Matt raised his eyebrow in curiosity. "You're that good, huh? Well, I myself am what some people would call a pool prophet," he said to which you giggled. You'd always been a bit of a pool shark. You used to hustle men poor back in the day.

You both walked from the bar to the pool table, laughing and joking around.

Johnny had his eyes glued to you know. He followed your every move and growled bitterly when Matt's hand landed on your hip, himself unaware of the total hypocrisy as sat with a woman on his lap.

"You break, sugar," Matt said and you winked at him. Going for the obvious damsel in distress, you positioned yourself poorly and shot a terrible shot, not landing any balls in whatsoever.

You wanted the men, who started to gather to watch the game, to believe that you had no idea as to what you were doing.

After Matt had landed a few balls, it was your turn again. The game was bound to be a heated one, with you being incredibly competitive, you got the same vibe from Matt.

All was well until the moment you'd leaned over to shoot, and Matt had leaned above you, pressing his hard cock against your ass. You bit your lip. You didn't want to push him away, for some reason. You just wanted him to stay. He bent his head down to your head and kissed your cheek softly. "You wanna go someplace else?" He asked.

Strangely, you did, and even though you knew what Matt was indicating, you weren't mad about it. Johnny could do what he wanted, and you could do what you wanted. He obviously didn't agree with the definition of a monogamous relationship.

Before you could turn around to follow Matt, who had a hold of your hand, you were yanked away from behind and pushed behind someone. Johnny.

He pushed Matt's chest harshly, making Matt fall backwards and land on the floor. "Johnny!" You exclaimed and punched his arm, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He looked down at you and clenched his jaw. "Pack your shit, we're going home," he spat through gritted teeth and darted his eyes back to Matt, who was standing up again, taking off his jacket.

You hated to admit it, but Matt had no chance of beating Johnny in a fight. He was big, but not as big as Johnny.

"I don't want to go home, Johnny," you hissed and looked at Matt with an apologetic look. He smiled and winked at you, which infuriated Johnny even more.

"I don't give a shit. We're going home, now."

You watched as Johnny's eyes darkened. He grabbed a hold of your wrist and picked up your jacket, throwing it over his arm.

"Woah, buddy, let her go, eh?" Matt said. You shook your head in his direction, as a way of warning him.

You yanked your arm away and glared at him angrily.

"You motherfucker," Johnny growled and threw your jacket on the ground, stomping towards Matt with a curled fist.

"Okay, fine! Let's go home!" You exclaimed just before Johnny's fist made contact with Matt's jaw.

He dropped his arm and turned around to look at you. "Go to the car," he ordered you and grabbed your bag and jacket, turning around once more to Matt and flashing him an angry stare before following you to the car.

You sat angrily with crossed arms and waited for Johnny to start the engine.

He began driving and as soon as the car registered that you weren't wearing a seatbelt, it began beeping. Johnny hated that noise, and surprisingly, even though Johnny did the most reckless things for a living, he hated it when you didn't wear a seatbelt. Maybe it was the protective trait in him or perhaps the fear of something happening to you in general. Either way, he stared at you angrily and sighed.

"Do I seriously need to tell you?" He asked and glanced back and forth between you and the road. "It's uncomfortable," you mumbled and crossed your legs.

"I don't really give a shit, Y/N. If we drove into something right now, you'd fly through the fucking windshield, so please; put your fucking se-"

"Okay!" You scoffed, and grudgingly strapped the seatbelt on.

"You ruined everything tonight," you sulked and Johnny looked at you with a surprised yelp. "I-I ruined everything? Last time I checked, the night was ruined when you took it up the ass with a stranger," he chuckled and shook his head. "Un-be-fucking-lievable," he mumbled and shook his head.

"I was protecting you."

You yelped at his statement, at how ridiculous it was.

"From what? A hot guy, who wanted to fuck me? I didn't need any protection," you snapped and shook your head.

"Stop it," Johnny ordered you lowly and sighed. "What? You think, that I didn't want him?" You were ridiculing him at this point, stupidly not thinking ahead. Johnny's expressions were turning darker by the second.

"You're always like this! Every single time I even look at a guy, you chase him away!" You declared, a hiccup following your sentence.

In all fairness, you had downed four or five beers with Matt, and you were seriously starting to feel it. Your words were suddenly slurry and Johnny noticed it right away.

"Listen, how much did you drink?" Johnny asked and leaned over slightly to get a look at your face, your eyes, more specifically.

"Why do you care? You were too busy getting it up for the blonde bimbo," you mumbled. Johnny rubbed his temples and tried his very best to not explode while he was driving.

"Fucking reckless," he mumbled bitterly and looked away from you.

The rest of the ride was painfully quiet and the only real noises to be heard were the few angry profanities Johnny would spit under his breath.

A screaming match had begun as soon as you'd entered the house. Within minutes of arriving home, you'd already managed to smash a plate out of pure fury.

"Go to bed, Y/N! I don't want to hear it!" Johnny ordered and stared at the smashed plate on the ground in shock,

"I was trying to play pool, not fuck him!" You yelled and threw your hands in the air out of pure frustration after Johnny once again had brought up Matt.

"What about you? She was sitting on your lap, Johnny! She was practically thigh-riding you!" You yelled.

"Well, why in the fuck are you letting some fucking guy rub his dick against your ass?" Johnny asked and you laughed in fury.

"We were playing pool before you came and ruined everything!" You yelled and grabbed your hair. The neighbours had probably woken up because of your screaming, but you didn't care.

"If I hadn't stepped in, you'd be fucking the guy right now!" Johnny hissed, the image riling him up even further.

"Maybe I should've! You think I didn't want to!"

"You are so fucking unbelivable! Do not test me!" Johnny yelled and waved his arms around.

"I wish I'd done it! You weren't paying me any attention!"

Johnny's expression changed, and within a second, a sarcastic pout formed on his lips and he stepped closer to you.

"Aw, my poor baby. It's the attention you want, huh?" Johnny asked and stepped so close to you, there was barely any space left between you.

Your head was aligned with his chest, so you looked up and stared at him with a clenched jaw and crossed arms.

"I'll give you some damn attention then," he growled and with that, he grabbed your ass and hoised you off the ground, your natural instinct kicking in to wrap your legs around his waist.

"Fuckin' Matt," Johnny chuckled and smashed his lips against yours.

His kiss was not the same. It was not passionate or sweet. It was rough and it felt like he was leaving his mark on you, more than anything.

Johnny walked up the steps with you clinging to his waist, occasionally planting a harsh slap on your asscheek.

Your throat feels tight, and your heart felt like a hammer in your chest.

Johnny practically threw you down on the bed and stood up, watching as you lay there, skin like electricity, anticipation pumping through your veins.

He pulled his shirt over his head and revealed what you believed to be the sexiest part of him. His muscular upper body was well toned and you caught yourself staring before eventually snapping out of it.

You looked up and realised the position you found yourself in. Johnny was already riled up, but you could do better. He wasn't where you wanted him yet. In a sudden act of rebellion, you reached into your shorts pocket and pulled out a scrabbled piece of paper. Matt's number.

You placed it on the bedside table, making sure that Johnny saw it all.

"What the fuck do you think you're playing at?" He asked you and growled at the paper. "For later," you shrugged.

Without any warning, Johnny grabbed the hem of your shorts, suddenly yanking them down roughly, throwing them somewhere in the room.

"Let's see how confident you are with a dick in your mouth," he said and smiled wickedly.

He grabbed your arm harshly and pulled you up from the bed, forcing you down on your knees.

He unbuckled his Knoxville belt and pulled down his trousers and boxers, allowing his hard and erect cock to spring free.

You whimpered as Johnny grabbed a handful of your hair, tightly grasping it in a closed fist and guiding your head towards his cock.

He pressed his tip against your closed mouth, groaning when you didn't just take him fully.

"Come on, baby. We can do it the hard way or the e-Fuck it, you don't deserve the easy way," Johnny scoffed and with force, he pushed his whole length into your mouth, your eyes widening as his tip hit the back of your throat.

"Fuuuuuck," he groaned and threw his head back, moving your head back and forth, his cock pumping into your mouth.

You looked up at him and fluttered your eyes, tears streaming down your rosy cheeks. His big hands wiped them away, giving your one cheek a slight slap.

He was deep inside your mouth and your hands rested on his lower stomach and hip to try and control the movements, although it was impossible. Johnny was doing this for himself, and only himself.

"You've got everything you need right here, don't ya, doll?"

You hummed in agreement and felt him twitch in your mouth. You waited for him to release everything but he never did. He pulled his cock out of your mouth and you opened your eyes in confusion.

Johnny wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you up to stand.

"Get this shit off," he mumbled eargerly and pulled your shirt up over your head and unclasped your lace bra, his cold rings against your skin, sending shivers down your back.

Johnny stood behind you, pressing your panty-covered ass against his hard cock and your bare upper body against his.

He leaned down and rested his head on your shoulder, reaching his arm around your body to sneak his hand into your panties. The other arm was wrapped around your upper body, keeping you pressed against him.

You whimpered softly when his finger ran slowly up and down between your folds, distributing your wetness to every corner of your cunt.

"What do you reckon I should do with you? Should I let you come?" Johnny asked you and you nodded naively. "Use your words," Johnny ordered you and pushed you further against his body.

"Please, I want to come," you whimpered and threw your head back on Johnny's shoulder when he began drawing circles around your clit.

"You do? Well, maybe you should've thought about that before you nearly let Matt assfuck you," Johnny said, syncing Matt's name with a tight pinch around your clit.

You yelped and got up on your tippy toes to escape the sensation, but Johnny was bigger and stronger than you. He pressed you down against the ground and continued, ignoring your cries and moans for him to stop.

"Is this what you wanted? I seriously doubt it," Johnny mocked as he watched you try to break from his grip.

At last, he stopped pinching and you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling a complicated mix of love and hate for him.

"Johnny, please," you begged softly and winced at the swollen clit Johnny had left you with.

"Lean over," Johnny ordered you and pushed you towards your dresser, perfect in height for you to bend over comfortably.

Johnny crouched down and slid a finger into your soaked opening, a second one following quickly after.

The second you felt his tongue enter you, you were sent through the roof with pleasure, only literal seconds passing before you felt an orgasm edging its way close.

"Johnny," you cried, not knowing what else to do. Your mind was a little blurry and your eyes were rolling into the back of your head every now and then.

Johnny chuckled against your wetness and just as you were so close, he pulled away completely.

"No!" You cried at the loss of touch. "Asshole," you grumbled lowly, the sudden sharp sting of a hand on your asscheek making you cry out loudly. "What did you say?" He asked you and rubbed the red handprint on your ass. You weren't scared of him, so just as you were about to give Johnny a piece of your mind, you felt his tip at your opening.

You gulped, your throat dryer than ever.

"Not so fucking brave now, are we?" Johnny smirked, allowing you no time to respond before fully slamming into you, his whole thick, long cock thrusting fastly in and out of you.

"I-Oh, fuck!" You screamed as Johnny assembled your wrists behind your back and held them there with one hand, while the other went to your head, pressing it down against the dresser.

You felt every inch of him inside your walls, his balls slapping the curve of your ass as he fucked you roughly from behind.

"J-Johnny," you slurred and let a tear stream down your cheek. You sniffled but Johnny didn't care. He knew it was because you loved it. After all, the safe word was always there if you needed it.

"Crying because of how much you love my cock, hmm?" He hummed and you nodded softly.

Johnny gave you an extra hard pump and growled, making you yelp. "Didn't I tell you to use your words?" He asked and you hummed, simply unable to formulate words with the pleasure you were feeling.

"Then, use your fucking words!" Johnny hissed and went deeper with his thrusts, your belly bulging and your cunt totally numb from the overstimulation.

"I-Oh-I fucking love it, Johnny!" You screamed, an orgasm closing in.

You clenched around his cock, and Johnny hissed at your action, releasing your wrists and grabbing your throat. He brought you up so that your back was pressed against his chest, one hand around your throat and the other massaging your breasts.

Johnny's tempo was not bruised at all. Quite the opposite, actually. He only went faster and deeper the longer it all went on. It felt like he was going to break you. Whenever you thought his speed couldn't increase any more, it did.

"Johnny, johnny, johnny," you moaned as you felt your whole world slowly starting to spin. "I'm gonna cum!" You screamed and grabbed Johnny's forearm, bringing it to your mouth and biting it as hard as you could, coming down from one of the best orgasms of your life,

"My baby," Johnny moaned and winced at the sensation of your teeth sinking into his skin, but he liked it.

"Oh, fuck baby!" Johnny shouted and slowed down his thrusts but deepened them as he too orgasmed powerfully.

Johnny waited a bit before he pulled out of you, but when he did release you, your knees buckled and you fell to the ground with a thump.

Johnny, of course, was smirking proudly, but eventually lifted you onto the bed. "Can we have this kind of sex without fighting?" You asked and fiddled with Johnny's hair. He smirked and nodded. "I think that's a very good idea.

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hawkins-losers · 2 years

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Can you do a robin Buckley X reader? Number 34. ( Like, angst with a happy ending,pleasee)

(“All I ever wanted was to be enough for you.”)

This request has been in my drafts for so long, I’m so sorry to you

When you got to Scoops Ahoy, your favorite sailor wasn’t at the counter.

‘’Where’s Robin?’’

Steve flipped his ice cream scoop, wasting time as always. ‘’She left in a hurry to go to the bathroom.’’ He came up to you and leaned over the counter to whisper, looking a little uncomfortable. ‘’I think it’s her time of the month. She looked a little…emotional.’’

You rolled your eyes at him and headed to the bathroom.

When you walked through the door, you heard someone quietly crying. You felt a pang in your chest and hoped it wasn’t Robin. Unfortunately, you recognized her red converse in the last stall and found her sitting on the dirty floor, crying.

You kneeled down on the tiled floor, trying to not think of what could possibly be on that floor. ‘’What’s all those tears for?’’

She sniffled and wiped her tears with the lapel of her uniform, staining the white with mascara tears. ‘’Go away.’’

‘’Why do I feel like I did something that upsetted you? Is it because of the other ni-’’

‘’Was I a joke to you?’’ Robin asked, sadness and pain in her blue eyes. ‘’If you aren’t sure about being into girls, please find someone else to experiment with. I don’t like to have my feelings played with.’’

You frowned, wondering what made her think that. Your intentions had been genuine with her from the beginning and you made sure she knew so by reciprocating her flirting, taking her to the local carnival and winning her a cute penguin plushie. You even held her hand on a few rides because she was fidgeting.

‘’I’m not playing with you. Why would you think that?’’

She lifted her head, looking at you for the first time. ‘’I saw you by the fountain with some guy ten minutes ago. He was tall and blond and you were hugging him, in case you’re confused.’’ A dry laugh left her lips, camouflaging her true feelings. “All I ever wanted was to be enough for you, but I’m starting to think I’ll never be...”

‘’Don’t say that. You’re more than enough for me.’’ You reached for her hand, but she moved it away. ‘’For the blond guy, you misread the situation. He is my brother. He came home from college last night and wanted to see the new mall. I didn’t want to overwhelm you by introducing you to him so we parted at the fountain, which explains the hug.’’

‘’Your brother?’’ Robin repeated, feeling dumb for jumping to conclusions. ‘’You’re not trying to bullshit me to cover your ass, right?’’

You shook your head. ‘’I’d never do that,’’ you promised, sliding a little closer to Robin. ‘’I…I’m sorry I didn’t kiss you the other night. I was already ten minutes past my curfew and my parents are very strict about curfew-’’

Before you, the air got caught in Robin’s throat. ‘’Y-you wanted to kiss me?’’ She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from squeaking, feeling her heart beating faster in her chest and excitement bubbling in her stomach.

You nodded, smiling brightly. ‘’I thought it was obvious I wanted to.’’

After the carnival, your and Robin's parting 'good nights' had been rushed. In the shade of the bus-shelter at the end of her street, you had been so close to kiss her goodnight, but the damn beeping of your watch warning you that your curfew had passed sent you into a panic. You had parted with a quick – and too friendly – hug and biked off to your house, praying your parents won't ground you.

‘’I still want to, if you’re up to it.’’

Robin didn't need to be told twice. She grabbed your cheeks and closed the space between you.

Her eagerness made you laugh. She was so cute.

You kissed her back with the same soft pressure, slipping your hand in her hair and pulling her closer. She tasted of cookie dough ice cream, which she must've been eating bite size scoops of during her shift. She wasn’t allowed to do that, but what the company doesn’t know won't hurt them.

Having your first kiss in a mall bathroom wasn’t very romantic, but it was spontaneous and very Robin. She didn't like to do things the usual way.

Her cheeks were flushed and tear stained when she pulled back, smiling shyly. ‘’I should probably get back. Steve must be annoyed that I bolted like that.’’

‘’He thinks you're on your period. He's not gonna complain.’’

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lost-between-letters · 2 years

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Date Out

Pairing: Gabriel X Reader (she/her)

Requested by: anon

Written for: my 300 follower celebration

Word Count: 602

Summary: a sweet moment of Gabriel being in love with you.

A/N: yes the title is supposed to be a spin on time-out, no I refuse to apologize for the bad joke. Have fun reading!

Gabriel had watched the very creation of the world. Watched Dad plant the first flowers, picked out the colour for the beaches during sunrise and created the very smell of a wet forest in summer.

And still, when Y/N threw her head back in true joy - for once her laughter not buried behind her hands - Gabriel was mesmerized. It was rare to see her so carefree these days - the end of the world took a toll on everyone, yes, even the only archangel in hiding.

But what was unacceptable was that Y/N hadn't been on a date in forever. So Gabriel had hatched a plan, got Sam and Dean involved against some heavenly favours and freed his favourite hunter of her usual duties (and a group of demons, but that wasn't the point). It had to have its perks to date him, right?

Even if she almost never accepted Gabriel's attempts at romance or making her life easier. Damn humans and their pride and misplaced sense of self fulfillment in getting your hands dirty.

Right now, that didn't matter.

What mattered was that Y/N was finally laughing at one of his more stupider jokes and was eating the food they had cooked together.

"You're glowing brighter than the stars."

Y/N stopped in her tracks, an adorable perplexed expression on her face.

Wait, did he just say that out loud? Apparently.

So Gabriel rolled with it. He leaned over the kitchen island and planted a kiss on her chin. "Sweetcheeks, close that pretty mouth or the flies may get some ideas."

"You're joking," Y/N chuckled though her face was bright red and her voice wavered subtly.

Yeah no. Gabriel looked up at the ceiling and threw his hands up dramatically. "How dare you accuse me of such foolery! I'd never lie in such serious matters."

Aaand that was the wrong approach. Her lips were still stretched in a smile but her eyes flickered briefly with hurt.

Immediately, he dropped the farce and now fully rounded the table to get to Y/N's side, not caring about the food he might be splattering on the ground.

"Oh no, we're not doing that."

Y/N watched him with confusion all over her face (she seemed to be watching him like that pretty often - Gabriel didn't know why), her fingers drumming on the table. "What?"

"You thinking I'm not serious and will inevitably start spiralling, obviously," Gabriel said and threw his arm around her shoulders. She huffed but didn't stop him. A good sign that he took as encouragement to keep talking, "so yes, you are shining brighter than the stars and as someone who witnessed the making of them, you can trust my judgement."

For a moment, Y/N was so silent Gabriel feared that he accidentally stopped time again. Then, when the initial panic really set in, she punched him. Hard.

"Ouch?!" He rubbed his shoulder, rather taken off guard than actually hurt, "what was that for?"

Y/N punched him again. In the same place. But the smile was back and more genuine than ever so Gabriel could live with the assault. "Stop. Complimenting. Me!"

"Why?"

"You can't just throw those things at me and actually mean them!" She complained and - oh. She was blushing.

Someone liked praise. A lot. Gabriel filed that information away for later.

But first he had to kiss the shit out of Y/N. "I'm so sorry my love. Can I make it up to you?"

"You better," she pulled him in by the collar of his shirt which he followed oh so willingly.

Oh yeah, Gabriel had chosen the right one.

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Hatefuck

Pairing: MJF x Reader

Prompt: "You can hate me all you want, but you can't deny how good I make you feel."

Warnings: smut, vaginal fingering

WC: 977

"Hey, that was a great match. Almost main event material babe," Max teased as you walked past the curtain. You stopped dead in your tracks and glared at him. Max didn't shrink back or anything, which sort of impressed you. "Keep it up and maybe you can main event Dark."

"Whoa, hey no!" Jade yelled as she wrapped her arm around your waist and carried you away from him. You were still kicking and clawing towards him, even as he walked out to the ring cackling. "He's not worth it."

"I don't know what you see in him," Leila said as she walked past the two of you. Jade gave you a look, one that you knew meant she expected more from you. The two of you were feuding in the storyline, but you had always been close backstage. You had trained together quite a bit and bonded over a mutual love of quite a few things. That didn't mean you had let her know whenever you started hooking up with MJF, a main who you claimed to absolutely loathe.

"It's a hatefuck for a reason," you tried. Jade just brushed it off and walked away talking about how ridiculous you were. You sat backstage and watched Max's match, which was called as a no contest whenever Max pulled some ridiculous stunt to get out of it when it stopped looking to him like a sure win. You didn't understand why Tony would make him a champion whenever there were much more deserving people backstage. You would be celebrating the day that someone took that title off of him.

"Hey baby, why don't you come back to my dressing room and clean Daddy up?" Max stared at you impatiently, like he genuinely expected you to just come crawling back to his dressing room with him.

"I'm actually heading out. It doesn't look like you broke your hand, so there's always that. I'd hate to get in between a love so true anyways," you teased. Max clenched his jaw as he stormed off. You counted that as a win for the night. You didn't think that he would end up coming to your hotel room, not that he even should have known where it was. However, once he had shown up there, you didn't try nearly as hard to drive him away.

"What's wrong? No funny jokes now that nobody is around to watch you?" Max teased. You shoulder checked him as you walked past him to get yourself a drink. "If you want to give me the cold shoulder, that's fine. We don't have to talk tonight."

"You're absolutely insufferable," you said. Max laughed as he pulled you onto his lap. He pulled you back so that your ass was grinding against his cock as his hand cupped your cunt, pressing with just enough pressure to get a moan out of you.

"You can hate me all you want, but you can't deny how good I make you feel," he whispered in your ear. Max pushed his way into your pajama shorts, smirking against the back of your neck when his fingers were met with some wetness. "You can act high and mighty, telling everyone that I'm just a good fuck for you, but we both know that's not true. Yeah, you hate me, but you hate yourself even more don't you? You hate how quickly I can make you cum like this and you hate how desperate you get for me."

"Shut up," you hissed as you moved along with his fingers. Max laughed as he watched you trying to get more from him than what he wanted to give you in the moment. "Just fuck me, that's all I need."

"Oh no, you don't get my cock tonight. You've been bad, and I don't think you deserve it. I complimented you tonight, gave you the offer of a lifetime, and even came back to check on you here after the show. And how have you been repaying my kindness? You tell every rat backstage that'll listen that I'm nothing more than a hatefuck for you. I should be making you get on this dirty fucking floor on your hands and knees and kiss my ring, but I won't. Because one of these days, I'm gonna need something from you and I want you to think back to this moment, when I showed you some kindness and gave you the orgasm you so desperately needed to stop being such a bitch, and give me what I want."

"Fuck-," your head dropped down against Max's shoulder as his fingers pushed into you, "-you."

"Yeah, that's right. I am fucking you, just like I have been for months. I was fucking you before I was champion, but now I get you and any other slut I want. You're not so special anymore Y/n, but you're a damn good hatefuck." You could hear the smile in Max's voice, and it was one that you definitely didn't like. You squeezed your eyes shut and did your best to ignore it, which was made easier whenever he stopped talking. You focused on the feeling of Max's fingers inside of you and the hardness of his cock behind you. True to his word, once you were finished, he was out of your hotel room. Admittedly, a part of you felt sad that he had just left you like that. You were used to him talking big, but rarely did he act on it like that. You hated the jealousy that crept in at the thought that Max merely made a pitstop on his way to his own hotel room, where there could have been any number of girls waiting for him. MJF was not someone who you wanted to let yourself get jealous over, he wasn't supposed to be worth it.

#mjf x reader #mjf #aew #aew x reader #my writing

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002 with Ochette?

Ochette, my beloved (some spoilers in the "wish would have happened" and "headcanon" sections at the bottom):

How I feel about this character: LOVE HER, LOVE HER, LOVE HER, she's my favorite character from the game, which was unexpected since I didn't have any strong opinion on her going in, aside from a vague sense of apprehension since "animal people" tend to end up being poorly-to-clumsily written fantasy racism allegories in a lot of fantasy stories I've come across (which wasn't entirely off the mark for how the beastlings were handled by the writers overall, but there's enough okay to decent writing here that I still think Ochette is one of the most compelling characters with a ton of potential complexity depending on how the text is interpreted).

All the people I ship romantically with this character: No one, but mostly for lack of any romantic chemistry with any of the other characters, main or NPCs. Which is really funny considering I headcanon Ochette as kinda sorta basically pansexual, and she's one of two characters from the main playable cast that I don't headcanon as some variation of ace. I definitely think she's had crushes before and will probably find a partner at some point in the future of her life, just...not from any of the named characters we meet in the game.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I think she remains on good terms with all the other main characters even when they go their separate ways after the story concludes, and I just love how varied the dynamics she has with everyone are. Love her dynamic with Mahina/Akala too, Ochette and her bestie for life. I also think it's possible that Ochette takes over for Juvah well before he dies, and that he acts as her mentor/advisor for a bit while she gets accustomed to the role of island warden, but that he also enjoys his early retirement--and once Ochette's really grown into the role, Juvah begins to dote on her a bit as if she was his child/grandchild.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I think Ochette gets done dirty by the writers and general fandom. Moreso the general fandom than the writers, since I've seen a lot of fans write her off as the goofy, childish genki (fox)girl, and despite the writers also kind of doing this, her canon writing at least has the potential to be read as deeper than what appears on the surface. I'm of the opinion that she's actually one of the most emotionally intelligent and mature characters of the main cast, and that she's actually way more in tune with all the other characters than even they realize. Like, she knows who she can joke around with and who's a bit more serious, and where everyone's personal boundaries seem to be, and often it feels more like she's navigating a cultural/linguistic barrier than being naïve or childish (in my opinion). I mean she's totally got a lot of energy and is goofy at times (i.e. "PARDY-HARDY!!"), but that's not the sum total of her character either.

As mentioned earlier, all the beastlings kinda suffer from iffy writing, bc it seems like the writers were genuinely trying to explore the "what if there were people who had literal animal characteristics; how would their communication be different, how would their physiology be different, etc." questions, but the writing veered into a lot of tasteless "island savage, noble savage" tropes, which...kinda happens a lot with animal-people in fiction. So I'm not trying to hand-wave the racist tropes or anything, but it also seems like the writers made an attempt (however poor) to give the beastlings a culture, and that culture's different enough that part Ochette's character arc and interactions with other characters can be read as her translating what she encounters to try and make sense of it, or otherwise trying to translate her own experiences in a way so that the others understand her.

(i.e. the "girls talk about love" tavern banter, Ochette doesn't really understand what the other three are talking about at first bc they use the words "like" and "love" which honestly, in English at least, have several meanings and would be confusing to someone coming from a language where the differences between the English definitions of "like/love" were more obvious; but when Throne mentions loving dogs and how they wag their tails, Ochette draws the connection that they're talking about "like/love" the same way a dog who's wagging its tail likes someone bc it's implied that beastling communication is more like animal communication--i.e. based on body language, scent, etc.--and so after doing the mental translations Ochette's like "oooh, gotcha, yeah that's super embarrassing for me when that happens" as she does understand what the other girls are talking about even if there was a slight disconnect about what topic they were discussing at first).

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Would have loved to see at least a conversation or something between Ochette and Temenos regarding the Dark Entity and Roi's last words bc there's...a lot of unpack there for the two of them. Also I think Petrichor should have appeared at least once in Ochette's story, I think it would have been interesting to see how the two interacted, especially since they're supposed to be narrative foils. Like the "dark hunter" gets name-dropped a few times and then we never get much past that, and Ochette's so focused on finding the creatures of legend that she doesn't do her own investigation or anything, which leaves it all sort of...way too open. I kinda wanted to see Ochette have a reaction to the memory at Toto'haha's flame as well, the way Partitio and Hikari react to the memories they see at the Crackridge and Hinoeuma flames like...you're telling me Ochette saw the Darkling maul the person who had tortured it for years and doesn't have anything to say on this? After how her battle with the Darkling ended??

a headcanon: Hmm, aside from things I've already written...I don't think Ochette met Ori until waaaay after the events of the main story arc. Like I know all the traveler arcs are kinda separate in the sense of like, "no, the second Prince of Ku who currently has a hugeass bounty on his head is not apparently just sitting on the bar stool next to Partitio as he talks to the richest man in the west" or anything like that, but we do get the travel banters and insofar as I can recall Partitio never has a travel banter with Ochette where Ori gets brought up. I feel like that was intentional given Ochette's ability to clock exactly what is going on with a person given their scent (she figured out Osvald was still a loving father before he did, she could smell the shadow in Hikari, she could smell Claude's evil on Pirro's tomb, etc.) so like, I get why Ori isn't present around Ochette (although imagining a "Hey, Pardy, that girl smells like Sadness Incarnate" would be a crazy conversation that could have existed), but it also means she was apparently just...doing other stuff and literally managed to miss Ori Every Single Time which is wild. Like I can imagine Partitio telling Ochette about this weird girl who keeps popping up seemingly out of nowhere, and Ochette's just so frustrated bc she wants to meet Ori but keeps missing her, and how do they keep missing each other when Ochette can track a squirrel halfway across a gulch.

Speaking of Partitio, since he comes out of his Ch1 coming straight out of a poverty-stricken town and lifestyle, I imagine he's really underweight when he joins up with the others. Given that Ochette's the main hunter/provider at her home, she probably just shifts those duties to making sure the party is well-fed, and was extremely concerned about Partitio when they first meet.

Also she gives nicknames to everyone...except Temenos. Going back to my "Ochette seems to be in tune with everyone and know their boundaries" thing, I think this might indicate that Temenos just doesn't really do nicknames for whatever reason. I'm thinking Ochette had a conversation with him about this (maybe suggesting a few nicknames that he shot down, and she got the sense that it made him uncomfortable--although Throne gets away with calling him Detective, but that's also a far cry from like, Temmy or Tem), and she respects his boundaries enough not to push the issue. Although on the topic of nicknames, I think it took her the longest to come up with Hikarin (and by longest I mean maybe a few extra minutes as compared to everyone else), simply because nicknames for "Hikari" aren't as intuitive.

#I genuinely think there's a lot of merit and depth to Ochette's character #but I am also aware a fair bit of her and the beastlings' writing has some issues #anyhow I took forever to write this but thanks for sending my favorite girl I love Ochette lots and lots and lots #kelbunny #I still don't have an ask tag #ask game

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Whether platonic or romantic, Byler is an example of a really strong, wholesome, and meaningful close relationship between two boys. Their connection isn’t rooted in dirty jokes, rivalry over women, toxic masculinity, any of the bullshit ways male friendship is often depicted in shows or experienced in real life. You can look to them as a model and say, “See, guys can be vulnerable, they can cry, they can show genuine affection for each other.” It’s similar to Chris and Gordie’s amazing friendship in Stand By Me (which some might argue is also queer coded). Do you think Byler being confirmed romantic could set male friendships back in media, in a way? Where writers become afraid to write vulnerable, sensitive best friends like will and mike lest they imply their homosexuality? Or even in real life, where straight guys (or guys who aren’t out of the closet) become more scared to open up? Like could it accidentally reinforce weird toxic boundaries where things are either traditionally masculine OR they are gay? I don’t know if that makes sense.

hello anon!

I totally agree their friendship is super wholesome and meaningful! It's one of the main reasons I love byler so much, because their relationship is built on genuine care for each other, and not stupid teen cliches or anything like that, like what you said.

I love Stand By Me. I think the writing's genius. It's one of my favorite movies of all time. And there's a lot of Stand By Me influence in ST! Also, don't worry you totally make sense. I think while we can definitely make the argument that Chris & Gordie's friendship is queer-coded, and it very well may be because the attitude in the 80's for gay characters in mainstream movies was "how much can we get away with", which is exactly what Nightmare on Elm Street 2 did. However, Chris & Gordie do not have the level of detail Mike & Will's relationship does to make a case for why it's queercoded, mainly because they're missing the OVERTLY *not just friends* moments that Mike & Will have. Chirs & Gordie don't flirt with each other or make really queercoded comments, etc. But Mike and Will...they flirt with each other, they shoot each other playful glances, there's so many small touches between them, the LIP STARES my GOD, the coded dialogue, etc. I think that's what distinguishes byler from ever being criticized by that argument/stereotype of 'guys being really close friends means their gay', is because Mike & Will don't just act like really close friends do, sometimes they act like they're more than friends, and hopefully people will open their eyes a bit to see that that is actually happening, and that all those little moments they either didn't notice or glossed over, is what separated them from being just friends, to be being more than friends. I mean, guys who are just friends do not constantly check out/stare at their other male friends lips all the time...But Mike & Will do. I'm all for breaking down toxic masculinity and showing guys can be vulnerable with each other without them being stereotyped as gay for showing emotion to each other, but I think Mike & Will's relationship goes beyond that because of all the little things they do in their interactions with each other, that indicate that this is not just a strictly friends thing. I think if Mike & Will were just meant to be good friends and not be romantic, there wouldn't be all these lip stares, flirty touches, them being glued to each other in season 3, etc etc. Sorry this was so long, I hope I made sense!

Thanks for the ask anon! I hope you're doing well! xx

#byler #byeler #stranger things 4

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6ilent-9ufferer · 4 months

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Part 2 of my trolls 3 rant

⚠️ warning ⚠️ there will be spoilers

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

K, here's something I forgot to mention last time: Tiny Diamond. Why is his voice so low? Being that tiny, it should be much higher.

On that note, why and how can he think and speak like a grown man? Are all baby trolls able to think and talk like an adult? How are trolls even born? Do they just come out of the ground like a goron? How fast or slow are their metabolism and how long do they live?

Come to think of it, I don't think I have seen any other baby trolls around in any of the movies I have seen (I've never seen the second, so I don't know if there have been any in it). They should have answered at least SOME of these questions.

Also, what is a literal 1 month BABY troll doing driving? Why are they letting him? To boost his baby ego? With how John Dory likes to be in control, you'd think he would be the one driving. It IS his bus after all, or did I miss something? Why is Tiny diamond in this movie at all? Nothing would have changed if he was scrapped.

Now moving on to the "villains".

I really liked the concept of a psycho sister roping her pussy brother into whatever she wants, but...there wasn't enough development with either of them, mostly because they didn't get the screen time they deserved to really earn the title of "villain" or "antagonist".

I genuinely laughed at the jokes when the twins were shown. I just wish we had got more of their backstory other than that scene where we learn that they lived in the suburbs and that their parents were dentists.

"Were". Why the past tense? Are they dead metaphorically or literally, or even dead at all? Were their parenting good, bad, or mediocre? I wanted to know why and how Velvet became the way she is every time I saw her. In the one flashback, it seems like she was always a brat, and really had issues. What were her motivations to being the 'bad guy' other than talent and the fame it brought? It really feels like there should have been something more to it than what was shown.

I wanted to hear Veneers singing voice, but he never willingly absorbed Floyd's essence. I mean. He cares enough to not use him himself. That's a redeeming quality. I guess.

Veneer quickly became my favorite trolls character because he had good humor (that sass 🤣) and the potential of being a well developed character, but that potential was wasted by DreamWorks.

I wonder if he was pushed around and bullied by his sister into doing anything she wanted even as small children. I also wonder who he was before she changed him into someone he's not: someone like her. He doesn't want to use Floyd, or kill him, and even suggested they practice. To which Velvet scoffed in disgust.

It would have been interesting if Floyd's words about Velvet actually reached him and actually let him go. Maybe even try to escape with him; as Veneer said, I feel like Velvet would be vindictive enough to literally kill him if his usefulness expired. Literally unhinged.

What if Veneer HAD some talent that he dared not express due to his fear of his sister and her throwing a fit or even attacking him for it? Like, he could actually be good at singing but pretends to suck at it as much as she genuinely does.

Who does their fit? Like, I didn't see a personal designer for their performances anywhere. Veneer could have a talent for fashion design.

Or he could be good at writing songs like the music and or lyrics. That would be awesome and would open the door for original music in the movie.

Where's the villain song that establishes Velvet's role as a villain?

How did they trollnap Floyd anyway?

Couldn't have been Velvet. She would have gotten someone else to do her dirty work for her, so...who did Velvet force to do it? It could really be either Veneer, or Crimp depending on when they met her, if it was before or after the trollnapping.

And Crimp. Every time I saw her, all I could think was "who is this Cousin It looking-ass".

How did she meet them, and is she an assistant? The twins being musical 'talents', you'd think they'd have a manager of some sort.

Maybe even a financer for the concerts and performances? With how they treat her, I'm surprised she hasn't left yet. Sure, she's pathetic and gullible AND naive. But she could have left anytime.

Instead of the opening scene being the origins of the 'Brozone breakup', it would have been better to open with how Floyd was taken. That would have hooked me a bit. And establish who the baddie is right off the bat.

'Show don't tell', as they say.

Dude, what if we got a Veneer solo song reflecting on his past, present, and future? or a duet with Floyd bonding over having controlling siblings? These would have set good character development, I think. And maybe even encourage him to come clean earlier than in cannon. Instead of only coming clean because they were caught and sent to prison (how old are they?). At least he accepted it with a smile. I'll give him that.

Also, why was Crimp the ONLY one to go scot-free? Last time I checked, she wasn't guilt-free. She still helped them, made the shoulder-pads, and didn't help Floyd in any way. Of course, she was a victim of verbal abuse, and really naive. But naivete should not be rewarded. The least sentence she could have for being coerced to be involved in the crimes she listed is community service. I think that's fair.

I might have forgotten some things but this was a long tangent and I'm bad at remembering things. That's all I guess. All this is just my personal opinion, no hate if you actually like this movie.

EDIT: I forgot something. It was Tiny Diamond saying "fuck". Even though it was censored, why did they feel the need to make him say that? Was a 1 month baby swearing supposed to be funny? It wasn't. It didn't fit the tone of the movie either, being a kids movie at that. That's all I forgot.

EDIT 2: I lied. I forgot one more thing.

I've been wondering how long it took the twins to become famous. It couldn't have been overnight. Right??

Imagine in the beginning, after the trollnapping scene they participate in a Mount Rageus thing -a festival, talent show, whatever.

She absorbs Floyd's essence and uses his talent, and wins -if its like America's got talent or something. Or if it's just a yearly festivity, they participate and get recognized by a scout agent. We would then see them grow in popularity and fame exponentially over time.

And after every performance, and every concert...a little bit more of it goes to Velvet's head. Veneer gets more and more concerned about it over time, then disturbed by it, and eventually afraid of her.

Let this be the last thing I forgot. Please brain.

#trolls 3 #rant post #rants

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ytpsommelier · 10 months

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DaThings1's 'Wow! It's Made!'

There are some YTP that are good enough that they spawn an entire series, or at least a sequel. Sometimes this is justified (the Fesh Pince sequel for instance), other times not so much (the Pawn Srars series, also by DaThings).

In most media, the rule follows that the original is always the best, and the sequels always worse. So. Does the inaugural entry of the Wow It's Made series live up to the hype, or will it to crumble under the pressure?

First things first, for the sake of my sanity I will be saying 'Wow It's Made' rather than the technically more correct 'Wow! It's Made!'. This is just for the sake of readability. I didn't expect to have this issue, since most YTP don't have punctuation in the title.

Anyways.

Wow It's Made is a classic, DaThings' 10k subscriber special (they're at almost 150k now, for reference). Of all the YTP I've watched, I have to say, this is one of the most solid in terms of quality. I don't mean that every moment is GOOD, per se, but there are absolutely no moments of the YTP that I consider to be bad.

The jokes are well-executed, and even the word-reversal jokes, which I tend to be pretty critical of, are used creatively. The parody of the How It's Made format is quite effective, as it gives the YTP the structure it needs to give its jokes some impact. That sort of leads me into my next point, though, which is less of a positive one.

While Wow It's Made is genuinely a blast to watch, it completely pales in comparison to the rest of the series. It also is lacking in a few aspects. It has very few visual jokes, which is fine, though it made choosing an image to go with the title of this review pretty difficult.

Ultimately, though, for the time, this YTP's quality was unheard of. The lack of outlandish sex jokes and dirty humor was also pretty uncommon for the era, and I don't doubt that contributed somewhat to its popularity.

It isn't surprising this spawned a series, and I suppose it's less of a surprise that the sequels became better and better as DaThings improved at their craft. In fact, this series also serves as a pretty interesting measure of DaThings' growth overall, with some repeated jokes actually improving in quality as the series continued, despite being identical in terms of content.

So, for my final score, I'm going to give it a somewhat more generous score than I probably would if it were released today, as a measure of respect for what it's accomplished, and how this YTP laid the foundation for the better YTP of the modern era.

9/10

Wow It's Made is not perfect. That said, it never fails to put a smile on my face, and at the time, something this coherent was borderline revolutionary. I do think Wow It's Made was ahead of its time, though perhaps not as much as some of my personal favorites.

I kind of struggle to call it legendary or culturally significant, though. That'd be like calling the concrete foundation of the Space Needle 'culturally significant'. Yes, it's important to the Space Needle itself, but nobody's arguing that you should go visit Seattle to see the concrete.

In any case, Wow It's Made is DEFINITELY worth a watch, especially if you watch the playlist with the whole series played back-to-back, which I think is the ideal viewing experience.

#ytp #review #9/10 #definitely great but flawed as well

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venusguks · 3 years

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Solace in Seoul

— Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x Fem!Reader (Reader x Kim Taehyung on the side)

— Summary : the falling apart of you and kim taehyung, and the coming together of you and jeon jungkook

— Genre/Warnings : plot driven, angst, smut, fluff, sugar daddy/baby relationship, student/teacher relationship w kth, bsfs2lvrs w jjk, unprotected sex, creampie, degredation, oral (f receiving), jk just wants to love you :(, jk is the absolute sweetest really, spit drinking?, praise ( TW : MENTIONS OF FAMILY ABUSE/BRUISES )

ACT 1. | 134340

The first time you talk to Jeon Jungkook again, your mind is elsewhere, absorbed in the lingering absence of Taehyung.

Spring's gentle breeze carried distant laughter and a faint melody from the music club two floors down. The sky carried drifting clouds, the ocean carried rising tides, and you — You carried the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Or at least it felt like it.

The piles of envelopes concerning last two months’ unpaid bills have been devouring your dinner table and heart alike. After receiving the countless of threatening voicemails from your landlord, you'd be naive not to expect a visit—but opening the door to Mrs. Joomi’s bitter scorn didn’t make you feel any less anxious. Juggling two part time jobs all the while maintaining A’s and B’s was nothing easy to accomplish. Hell, living wasn't even easy, and yet, it was like nothing you did was ever enough.

Grief was your composer and you were her violin—her cruel euphony reverberated through your tears when you sat on the cold kitchen floor last night, sifting between your savings that barely made up one month's rent. On top of your midnight breakdown, your dad decided to come home yesterday out of all days and, well, you know how that goes.

The door clicks open, interrupting you from your trance. You don’t need to turn around to know who it is.

Footsteps pad closer until Taehyung is right next to you. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and leans back against the metal railing, facing the opposite direction. It's quiet at first. You've noticed long ago that your relationship with him was one that was filled with silence. “Somethings bothering you,” He’s the first to break it. Neither of you take your gaze off the cerulean blue sky. “You could tell?”

“Of course I can, angel," his voice is cool, gentle, and it carries you away with the wind. "You dozed off through the whole lecture today."

Shame tinges your cheeks with the faintest pink, “oh... I’m sorry. I was paying attention, really, I was just—"

"Love," he saighs, "you have nothing to be sorry about. You could skip to sleep in the nurse's office for all I care. I'm just worried about you."

“What a good teacher you are,” you smile, a teasing one, but Taehyung chuckles dryly. “Trust me, if I was a good teacher, I wouldn’t be doing this," he sounds apathetic, but that doesn't stop you from frowning. You finally turn to look at him, his curls of deep brown swaying. “Taehyung... please don’t say that. You’re an amazing teacher, everyone knows it.”

You hoped he knew how genuine you were. God, you hoped to the moon he knew just how good he was. Taehyung may have already been admired for his captivating smile and his nonchalant energy, but everyone respected him for so much more. He was the type of teacher everyone wanted—the cause of counselor’s headaches every autumn for receiving heaps of transfer requests. Even parents and teachers fawned over him, baffled to see the passing rate in math tests accumulate over the years. It hurt that he didn't see that, and it hurt more knowing he didn't think he was respectable because of you.

The man tilts his head to look at you, smiling softly. “You know I’m only joking, doll.”

“Whether you're joking or not, I still... it just worries me when you talk like that,” you pause, "....do you really feel that way?" Do you really regret this?

Taehyung sighs, and the jeweled rings adorning his fingers are cold against your skin as he tucked loose strands of hair behind your ear. “Worrying is my job, angel, so tell me what's been on your mind instead."

If Taehyung noticed the hurt in your eyes, he chose to ignore it. He always did this. You got it, really, you did. There were boundaries for these sorts of relationships. One step closer would bring him one step back, which was why you never probed him any time he disregarded your questions. But a selfish part of you still felt it was a bit unfair, a bit painful to feel him slip away, to realize he was never there in the first place.

It was strange, how he made you feel. His thumb grazed your lips, his breath was light on your skin—if you concentrated hard enough, you swear you could hear his heart beat. He was only inches away.

So why did he feel so far?

Taehyung was your your lighthouse, your harbor, your shore. Through the snowy December nights where his fingers traced sensuous lines down your bare stomach, to the Spring showers of March where his cold lips brushed your inner thigh—Taehyung had always been your solace.

You knew tangling in sexual affairs with your teacher in return for sealed envelopes was wrong, but how could something so sinful feel so heavenly? The unspoken acts committed underneath draped curtains and moonlight's veil felt too dear to you to be called impure. By your sixth rendezvous, you started to wish the intimacy you shared with him could go beyond silk sheets and star speckled lust.

“I want you to confide in me too,” you said one night under the reluctant shadows of warmly lit candles. “I want to help you too, Taehyung. Please, let me help you.” You could tell he's been agitated the whole week, but you'd been too afraid to ask, afraid of him pushing you away. You didn't know where your courage came from then, all that you wished to be more than a distraction. “I don’t need you to help me," Taehyung growled, and you let out a muffled whimper when he rolled your clit with his tongue, your thighs trembling as you reached for his soft curls. "B-But I care a-about—ahn!" You arched your back as he inserted a finger inside of you, curling into your sweet spot with frightening accuracy. "Don’t need you any way else other than this, doll. Just be good and silent for me." That morning, you woke up to a bed void of the man you loved; a white envelope being the only remnant of that night.

You sighed as you recalled that memory, brushing your own fingers over his, tracing the metal bristles of his rings. “Its nothing."

“Don’t say that, angel. I know it’s not nothing."

“Really, Taehyung, i’m fine. Just stressed is all.”

“Stressed...as in financially?” Your sudden tenseness affirms his assumption, making him sigh. "You could've just told me earlier, angel. Tell me how much you need." A repulsing mixture of shame and self resentment brews in your chest, hardening like bitter dalgona. Dirty, despite money sparking your secret arrangement from the very beginning, that’s how you felt every time it was ever brought up. “Hey, look at me doll," as if reading your thoughts, Taehyung gently draws your face close to his with two hands cupping your cheeks, noses barely brushing. “Don’t ever feel guilty about this. Just treat it as an early birthday present, yeah?"

You couldn't help but frowning, your hands roaming the access of his collarbone. "You already do so much for me, Taehyung...I just...I-I feel bad." You failed to notice how rigid he became then, how his eyebrows dipped with evident frustration. "Y/n, you know that—"

Click!

Before you even realize it, you and Taehyung are off each other. When the blue, paint-scraped door opens, sleeked shoes and lively banter are welcomed by two students, diminishing with a glance at the both of you. "Ah, Mr. Kim, there you are! I was looking all over for you. What are you doing here?" A girl's eyes shift from you to the chestnut haired man. Taehyung easy recollects himself as he pats your shoulder, wearing a professional grin. "I stumbled into y/n here, was just giving her some advice but we’ve finished. What did you need me for?”

"Oh...well, about finals week..." You almost let out a sigh of relief as they continued their conversation, but your breath is instantly caught in your throat when your gaze flickers to the boy right next to her.

You were too startled by the sudden interruption that you haven’t completely processed his presence. You almost wish you hadn’t though, now that his doe, big brown eyes mirror your own.

Jungkook was unmoving, and you could've guessed he was conflicted—whether to say hi or to stay silent. Even if you were in the same grade, it was rare to see his face among the carbon copied uniforms. Class C—1 and C—4 were the furthest from each other, and with being the student council event coordinator, you were either neck deep in documents or tucked in the seclusions of the rooftop.

But due to the proud morning announcements and the hushed whispers of admiration, Jungkook never really strayed too far from your orbit. Referred to as the school's golden boy, Jungkook was loved by everyone. He was friends with members from the fashion department to the swim team to the gardening club—Hell, even the occult club. Teachers and students alike wore lenses of adoration for their school’s pride and joy while you tried your best to look away. He may have been in your orbit, but you were two different worlds, encapsulated by the universe but separated by light years of meteors and stars. Jungkook was a nameless planet to you, as you were to him. You never brought yourself to think about it—never had the time for anyway, so seeing him there, floating with the drifting clouds, even you felt a tad bit shaken.

“—kook...Jungkook, hey, Jungkook! I’m gonna go get my assignment with Mr. Kim. Come with?” He blinks profusely, averting his attention from you to the girl wearing raised brows. “Uh, no thank you. Breaks gonna end soon anyways, I think I’ll stay up here. See you after school though?”

“After school,” she clicks her tongue, waving before disappearing down the stairs. Taehyung lingers for a second longer, his eyes flickering to you. “Well I’ll see you next period, Jeon. Bye, y/n." With that, the door shuts behind them, welcoming an air of awkward silence.

Jungkook is the first to clear his throat, “hi, its been awhile," his earrings dangled with his every nervous movement, and you wondered when he'd gotten all his piercings. "Y-Yeah, its been awhile..." you repeat densely as you watch him take the spot Taehyung left, respecting a distance but not standing too far away. He rests his forearms on the metal railing, his elbow barely brushing yours. “Do you usually come up here?"

"Only during lunch."

He hums, "that explains why I never see you."

You frown, both in curiosity and confusion. "You look for me?"

“I-I don’t!” He sputters too quickly. “I just...its just an observation. We’re in the same year after all, and you’re never with the rest of the student council members.” Your brows raise in amusement, “that's surprising.”

“What is?”

“I didn’t think you remembered my name—honestly didn’t think you even remembered I existed.”

“Of course I remember,” he chuckles, “we’ve been friends for 17 years. How could I forget?”

“14 years,” you reminded softly, “we’ve been friends for 14 years.”

A star in Jungkook’s eyes must have died out when you smiled sadly at him. “Oh...right...” he rubs the nape of his neck, sighing. “This is strange, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you agree, “strange.” And there it is again. Spring’s momentary silence. You watch as the sun slowly disappears behind sailing clouds. Talking to Jungkook, being alone next to him, was maybe even a little bit uncomfortable. After all, you guys had so much history—where do those film rolls of sun seeped memories go? It was as if they floated all around you, tying your fingers together like the red string of fate. After all those years of suppressing them, it was intoxicating, adamant to be remembered.

“This reminds me of middle school,” Jungkook brings your head back from the sky. “In 5th grade, the highest we could go was at the top of the garden shed. We spent all our breaks there, staring at clouds, complaining about Mr. Lim being too grouchy, or wondering where we'd go after school—what ice cream flavor we’d get at the convenience store. Do you remember?”

"Of course I do," despite yourself, your heart softens to the recollection. It was your secret hiding spot, blocked by the slant of the roof and the trees barricading the other side. The sky, wind, and Jungkook had been your only escape from the problem solving in math and the problem solving you had to do on your own when you were 10, wondering what the budget for that week's grocery would be. “We thought we were so cool, that we were on top of the world.”

“Correction, you thought you were so cool. You even promised to show me your own space ship, remember?”

“God, please don’t,” you groan, covering your face with your palms. You knew exactly where this was going, and you guessed Jungkook still knew exactly how to embarrass you. “You told me you were a space—“

“—adventurer!” You beamed a toothy grin, two hands proudly on your hips. Jungkook looked up at you with sparkling eyes, pupils as large as beloved full moons. “You mean...an astronaut?”

Your smile immediately drops into a disappointed frown. You demanded upmost reverence, so you didn’t really appreciate it when he questioned you. “No, no. Not an astronaut. A space adventure. s-p-a-c-e a-d-v-e-n-c-h-u-r-r. Gosh, Kookie. If you want me to bring you along in my journeys, you have to keep up.” Jungkook only nodded, trying his best to stifle a chuckle. He won the 3rd grade spelling bee, so he was at least 85% confident the word adventurer didn't have a 'ch' in it.

He decided to let it go though. He knew—the same way he knew that you’d certainly cry if he corrected you—that you were afraid of heights. If it took weeks to encourage you to finally climb a roof, he was the certain you wouldn’t be able to handle the height of the galaxy. But then again, he always had a soft spot for you. “I’m building a space ship right now actually! Its called the Bon Voyage. When it's finished, I’m going to Pluto. You won’t believe how big space is. There are strawberries there!"

Jungkook’s eyes widened at your silly declaration, and even then, he felt sad. He knew that being a space adventurer—being able to maneuver gravity and time on your own whims—was only an innocent imagination of escapism, but still. Every single time you’d flinch when a hand was brought up near you, every time you’d pull on your jacket despite it being hot, he wished your imagination could be real. Wished he could make it real for you—keep you safe from earth and all your troubles.

“I’d like to see the strawberries.. with you,” Jungkook smiled softly. You grinned, and it was the most precious thing Jungkook saw as you stuck your pinky finger out. “Then it’s settled, I’m taking you with me.”

“To pluto?” He wrapped his small finger with yours, and you sealed it with your thumbs pressed against each other's. “To pluto!”

Jungkook was in a fit of laughter, and despite burying your face further into your hands, you couldn't help but smile. “I can’t believe you knew I was lying. God, I must’ve looked like a total idiot.” His elbows were pressed against yours now, sending a surge of warmth to your heart at the familiar skin ship. Jungkook must have not noticed, for he only kept giggling, and you certainly wouldn't bring it up. “It was cute, really. The strawberries and everything. It was really cute.”

"Whatever, Jungkook," you rolled your eyes, and uncovering your eyes, you looked at him. Truly looked at him this time. His smooth, unwrinkled uniform. His hair that grew over time, kissing past his eyelashes and swaying with the wind. The tiny mole peeking under his bottom lip, the familiar scrunch of his nose as he grinned widely. The speckled brown of his eyes were so warm, almost dreamlike against the golden sun. Under long years of an uncalled contact, of an untouched hand, of a voiceless wonder—‘how have you been?’ ‘what was on your mind today?’—you saw the Jungkook you once knew, your dearest friend. And with his smile, you found your heart aching and full at the same time.

ringggggg!

The alarm jolts the both of you, severing spring’s heartbeat as loud chatter and footsteps disrupt the moment from open windows.

You only stare at each other for a brief second before you give a half smile, “that's the bell, we should go.” Without waiting for an answer, you followed the pace of the rest of school, but before you could take a step down the staircase, Jungkook takes your hand. His grip isn’t tight or rough. Its gentle, reluctant. You turn around, and the sun is behind him, kissing the back of his head with its golden, stray flakes.

"What is it?" You furrowed your brows. “I...its just..." It takes a moment before Jungkook speaks, cheeks tinged with a faint red. "Y/n I, I miss—”

“Jungkook,” you interrupt in masked panic, averting your eyes as you pulled your hand back. In truth, you were scared. Finals week would be soon and you didn’t think you could handle any more mental strain than you already had, especially not with him. “I-I think we’re going to be late.” Jungkook eyes widen for a second, stricken with dejection. He mumbles, “right...”

You don’t dare to look at him, turning away, you say, “it was nice talking to you again. Bye, Jungkook.”

ACT 2. | DAYTIME SHOOTING STAR

The second time you see Jungkook again, the spring showers are sharp against your skin. You had just gotten off from your 6 hour shift, and where the sunset hues of timid pink and vibrant yellow were supposed to be, the overcast sky was instead. It's been about 30 minutes since you clocked off, but you knew your dad was home, so you decided to take the long way back.

It didn't matter that you were a blur of blue walking in grey tainted streets. Didn’t matter that the downpour soaked your clothes or that cars occasionally splashed you with murky road puddles. You could be anywhere, and anywhere would be better than where your dad was.

Droplets drooped down your eyelashes, dribbling down onto your phone. It’s screen illuminated your color drained face. You stared at Taehyung’s contact, biting your lip nervously.

YOU :

hey taehyung, can i come over? if that's possible of course|

hey taehyung, can i come over? i|

hey taehy/

.../

i need you|

Your thumb hovered over the tempting, blue send button. Press it, Y/n. Just press it. (But would he mind?) He said it was okay to ask for help. (But... what if he's busy right now?) It's okay to ask. (You'd just be bothering him. If you're too needy, he'll push you away, you know that.) Just press the damned—

“Y/n!” A hand reaches your back, and although it was a mere brush, you yelp in alarm, instantly stumbling back. When you're sure you're about to be submerged into a puddle, a hand firmly grasps your forearm, steadying you as the said person pulls you closer to them. The rain stops—or rather, patters against an umbrella now hovering over you. Your eyes flutter from the hand holding you to the hand holding the umbrella handle, and lastly, the holder.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Jungkook half laughs. When you don’t reply, your mouth only agape, he adds, “are you okay?” It takes you a moment before you nod. You were close, as close two people could be under a small umbrella (or was it because Jungkook has gotten really big?), so you take a step back. But before you could feel even one raindrop on your face again, Jungkook pulls you back into him, “I don’t want you getting sick, y/n.”

“I’m already soaked anyways,” you frown, but he only disregards you. “Where are you heading?”

“Nowhere.”

When his brows threatened to crease, you add, “Got off work a few minutes ago, I was just taking a stroll.” Jungkook opened his mouth, and you were sure he was going to say something in the lines of, “in the rain? have you gone mad?” But to your surprise, he doesn’t. Instead, his fingers intertwine with yours. “My homes not far. Come with me?”

"Your...home?” You repeat dumbly, disregarding how warm his hand was—how you missed it, how right it felt in yours. “Yeah, if thats okay with you. If not, then mind if I walked with you?” You pause, taking in Jungkook’s attire. What he was doing in a button down, black trousers, and sleek shoes, you didn’t know—but his dry state save for the few droplets on his clothes meant that he'd much rather prefer to be under a roof. You weren’t sure if he was going to take no for an answer, and being under shelter did sound pleasant. At least, more pleasant than being in wet socks. “Okay,” you say, “take me home.”

When you arrive, you're relieved to discover Mr. and Mrs. Jeon are on a business trip. You missed the Jeons, truly—they were the only family you’ve ever known, but you didn’t think you were ready to see them again.

You remembered Jungkook’s house being an absolute palace when you were a child—modernized with elegance adorned with a scenic garden and a clean landscape—but it still didn’t fail to leave your jaw agape. Expansive was always an understatement. “Here, get changed,” Jungkook hands a towel, an oversized sweater and sweatpants, and of course, fuzzy socks. You only nodded as he led you through the familiar halls to his room. “Just call for me when you’re done, kay?”

“Mm,” you mumbled, still in a daze even after he left. Bittersweet nostalgia filled your nostrils with the scent of vanilla and almonds, a soy candle he still apparently loves. It's only been three years since you’ve last set foot on his grey, hardwood floors, but you still noticed the subtle changes. Instead of pokemon action figures—burnished, golden trophies filled his glass shelves. They were only a few Jungkook was really proud of, otherwise his room would be brimmed with his accomplishments.

Picture perfect polaroids capturing euphoric memories and cheerful grins scattered Jungkook's walls. A refined stereo set replaced the bright blue boom box of your childhood, the one covered with doraemon stickers and scratches. Memories of 4th grades' January flooded your mind, when the blandness of the month was disrupted with color as the two of you jammed to Ego by JHOPE on repeat. Jungkook may have added and taken a few things out, but you found anchor in what stayed the same. His plants that hung from the ceiling were still there, ivies draped with growth over the past years. Kim Namjoon, Jungkook’s long time idol, smiled from a framed poster on his wall. Everything was still polished with his neatness, a habit you had always commended him for.

As you dried your damp hair, a photo frame catches your eye, sitting on the side of his bookshelf. Your breath catches in your throat. You slowly walk to the dainty item, painted white and blue to resemble noon skies. In the corner of the frame ignited a bright, pale limerence. Sparks of vivid blue and tangerine whipped through the wooden confines. You felt your heart thump against your chest. It was a—

"Daytime shooting star!" You gleamed, holding a paint brush into the sky, the handle rough from years of dried paint. It was a hot summer day, a few weeks after the end of seventh grade. Cicadas sung adamant songs through Jungkook's cracked open window as the two of you sat on his floor, blanketed with a fuzzy iron man carpet.

He looked at you quizzically, "a daytime shooting star?" As far as Jungkook knew, there was no such thing. "Yeah," you chirp. "That's you, Kook. You're my daytime shooting star." Jungkook nearly dropped his paint brush then, risking his favorite carpet as he looked at you, wide eyed with stun. You were wearing his t-shirt as per usual, your face smudged with blue paint and an innocent smile. Jungkook hated you for it.

It was always your choice of words—my Jungkook, my Kook, my Kookie, and now, my daytime shooting star—that he swore would be the death of him every single time. He didn't even know what you meant, but he didn't care, because being called yours was enough to kill him.

"Th-Thats stupid," he mumbled as he looked away, a futile attempt to hide his burning cheeks. "That doesn't even make sense." When the air shifted to silence, Jungkook immediately regretted his words. He quickly turned back around, fearing he accidentally hurt your feelings due to his own fluster. Maybe that was when Jungkook realized you really had grown up since the 6th grade, because this time, tears didn't drip down your cheeks. Instead, your eyes were curious and doe as you tilted your head to your side. "Does it matter?"

"What?

“A lot of things don’t make sense, but does it have to matter?” You frowned.

“I-I don’t—”

“I like you a lot, Kook,” and though you weren't at the least bit shy saying so, Jungkook’s emotions exploded everywhere. “I don’t think you need reasons to like someone, but you’re my daytime shooting star, Kook, and that's my reason. Can't I just like you? Does it...does it have to make sense?”

It felt like light years as Jungkook stared, red as he looked into the golden specks of your eyes, glinting from the blazing sun. “I-I don't know,” he gulped, his voice small. He was going to leave it at that at first. He didn't know what to say—what he could say. His mind was as clumsy and berserk as a deflating balloon to your previous words, but when he saw your sullen eyes and mopey pout, he felt an inadvertent panic in his gut.

His eyes shifted to his boom box. Etched on the side of the speaker was Doraemon, giving him a childish wink and thumbs up. Jungkook groaned in annoyance and you looked up, curious as he scratched the back of his head. "M-maybe we could...see it," he mumbled, barely grumbling, but your heart leapt with every syllable of his words. "Someday, together. The—"

“Daytime shooting star.”

You jumped, instantly whirling around to see Jungkook leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed over his torso. His eyes were soft, as if his gaze itself caressed you. “Y-You...” your thumb grazed the flimsy wood. “You still have this.”

“Yeah, and I still don’t have a photo,” he chuckled, making his way towards you. “14 years of friendship and you’d think we’d finally have a perfect picture to put in the frame.” It was pretty silly now that you thought about it. Despite spending a whole summer’s day decorating the item with childlike ambivalence, you never allowed Jungkook to slide a photo in it. No, it couldn’t just be any glossy photograph. You fussed over the concept of a perfect portrait, but nothing ever satisfied you enough, and with each passing year, it must've slipped your mind.

“I don’t get it... We haven’t talked for like, three years, and you still have this?”

"Does it have to make sense that I did?” Jungkook tilted his head, his eyelids lowering to look down at you. You open your mouth to reprimand him for using your words against you, but no words come out. Fuck. You swear it was his eyes—you’ve always said they were full of magic when you were children. It must’ve been that damned spellbinding luster that stole your voice. “What did you mean?” Jungkook takes a tentative step forward.

“Huh?” It came out like a breath.

Maybe it was the dim incandescence of the room, complementing the silhouette of his sculpted physique. Maybe it was the fact that the cloth he wore seemed too thin, too tense around his biceps and broad shoulders. Maybe it was because his first three buttons were left unclasped, teasing the faint outline of his chest. Or maybe it was the fact that you were so used to being in eye level with him—hell, looking down at him in the earlier points of your life. But you realized then, as Jungkook stared at you with a glint you couldn’t seem to quite recognize, how small you felt in front of him. Under him.

“When you said I was your daytime shooting star. You never explained it to me, what you meant,” Jungkook takes one final step forward, and the distance between you is insignificant. You don’t move—didn’t even think you could with your back pressed against his bookshelf. You could only return his gaze, doe eyes wavering beneath his. “What I meant to you...what I still mean to you.”

Your breath hitches, “Kook...”

“Fuck, I missed that,” his voice is low, breathless as his fingers brush your cheeks. “So fucking much, Y/n. I missed you calling my name, whatever you say. Kook, Kookie, Jungkook—I don’t care, just missed your voice, I still do. Don’t you know? Everyday, how much I long for you?”

Your eyes widen at his assertion. Wherever this was coming from, you didn't have the heart to stop it. "J-Jung—"

“—I miss you, Y/n. Any time I'm not around you it hurts and every time I am it hurts even worse.” His voice is so gentle, you fear he could hear the rhythm of your heart beat, palpitating with the heavy raindrops against his window.

“Why....why did you push me away?”

The waves were restless that cold, autumn night—you saw it through the fogged window of the train. Exhaustion tugged your eyes and your muscles screamed with every movement. As the train tracks rumbled beneath you, you wondered if you were even alive anymore, at least, it didn’t feel like it. All that was certain to you was the midnight stars outside, following you no matter where you went.

You didn’t know when the train entered the station, sighing to a stop as the doors slid open with a loud gush. It was probably 2am—Maybe 3, and the carts didn’t hold people this time around. At least you didn’t think it did, you honestly didn’t have the energy to even think about it. You only wondered how further you could go without knowing exactly how far you already went. Your neck ached from your head hanging low, and if it was cold, you didn’t feel it. All you felt was numb. An aching, dull pain eating away at your heart.

It was when you heard rushed heaves and loud footsteps that your eyes widened to see a familiar pair of green converse stop in front of you. You lift up your head to see Jungkook, cheeks red either from crying or the cold, maybe both. His brows were deeply furrowed as he crouched down, his hands gripping your shoulders.

“C-Can you hear me, Y/n? Are—are you okay?” You only nodded. He felt like a mirage, a dream.

You didn’t know what he saw in you that caused the droplets of sorrow to drip from his eye—whether it was the bruises covering your body, or the deep eye bags from restless nights at work—but it made you sad, how he looked at you. You wished he’d stopped. You wished you could be so far away that he didn’t have to look at you anymore.

“You’re, fuck, you’re freezing,” Jungkook quickly pulls his coat off and swathes it around you. “I’m sorry, y/n. I’m so sorry I didn’t get here earlier.” You shook your head, your dull headache being replaced with confusion. “Why are you even apologizing, Kook? H-How did you even find me? Why are you even here?” You had turned off your cell the whole day and gave no indication to where you’d be. You didn’t even tell Jungkook how you were feeling, it made no sense to see him there, holding you.

“We’re soulmates remember? Of course I’d know,” Jungkook tries his best to give a smile. “I’m here because you are. Just—look, lets get you out of here first okay?” Before you can tell him you can walk by yourself, he lifts you up, taking your hand as he leads you out. “The next train back to Seoul arrives in 8 minutes,” Even when Jungkook and you sit down on a bench, he doesn’t let go. He’s shaking, you realize, with his fingers intertwined with yours. It was as if he wanted to hold you tighter, but he was afraid. Afraid of what? Afraid of hurting you? Or afraid of you hurting him if you slip out of his grasp any further?

“How did you know?” You begin again. “I told you I was sick, I called the school too. A-and how did you even know where I was?”

“You called in sick for three days Y/n,” he frowns, “and you haven’t texted me once. I was so worried, fuck, I was so fucking worried when I went to your house to see that you weren't there. All my calls went straight to voice mail, and I saw...I-I saw the shattered beer bottles, the blood. I-I panicked, even thought of calling the police,” when your face goes rigid, he assures you, “of course I wouldn’t though, I would never do that you. But anyway, it took me awhile to guess, and I wasn’t even sure—just started running. I imagined you’d definitely be in a space ship to Pluto right about now, but I took a risky bet on the train station. You know, being much more accessible to us and all.” When Jungkook finishes light heartedly, you give a dry laugh, “you know me so well, Koo."

His small grin falls shortly as silence does, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb on your hand. When he speaks again, his voice is quiet, sad, “You always...you always said you’d bring me. We’re a team aren’t we? You and me, I-I thought...I would’ve been there, Y/n. You know I'd be there for you in a heartbeat. Don't you trust me?”

"Of course I trust you, Kook," you quickly assure him through your thin veil of tears. It hurt too much to know you were the reason for the crack in his voice, for the ache in his heart, for his glazed eyes. You couldn't stand his pity, but you couldn't stand being the source of his grief either. "Then why didn't you call me..? All I ever wanted was to be there for you, all I ever want is to be by your side, y/n. Why won't you just let me help you?”

“Because you don’t understand, Kook,” you croak. “You don't understand how hard it is for me—how hard it's always been. It'll only ever always be like this, and I-I can't just...fuck Kook, I can't just depend on you every time I get hurt. My problems are for me to sort out, I have no one but myself.”

“But you have me, y/n," the tears you fought so hard to hold back falls when Jungkook covers both your cheeks with his hands. The boy inhales sharply, trying to calm himself from crying any longer as he presses his forehead against yours. "It hurts me so much when you talk like that, y/n. You have me, you always have me. A-and it scares me because sometimes it just feels like I don't have you, that I never did and—"

"Jung—"

"You’ve been so distant lately," his breath is shaky and hot against your skin. "....It feels like you’re going to leave me. Please, don’t. Don't leave me behind like this, y/n.” You don't say anything else, too overwhelmed with his heartache beating with yours. In that cold autumn night, all you could do was cry in his arms.

The train arrives shortly.

“Lets go home," Jungkook murmurs sweetly against your skin. He kisses your forehead softly, and when he does, it feels like you already are home.

“Come here,” he grins, standing up with his hand out. You take it. “Have you eaten yet? I can make us food when we get back. What would you like?”

“Honestly? Just ramen.” Jungkook groans as you step inside the desolate train cart. “You know I could cook something way better for us."

"Nothing is better than ramen with eggs, Kook," you chide, giggling when Jungkook rolls his eyes. You take your hand away from him, and Jungkook tenses, only to relax when you cup his cheek once more. “But seriously, thank you, Jungkook. For everything. For worrying, being here for me, for finding me." He smiles, his eyes like crescent moons luminescent with love as he looks down at you, "always.”

"You said you'd do anything for me right?”

“Of course, anything, y/n.”

“Then please stop after this," you keep your small smile even as Jungkook's brows furrowed with confusion. You said it so simply, so plainly that he thought he might have heard you wrong. "What do you...?"

“Nothing will change after this. Nothing. I can't escape from my life, I can't escape from debt or my dad no matter how hard I try—and being the cause of your anxiety won't help me. I don't need a savior, and I don't think you need me holding you back either. We're burdening each other Kook.” With a heavy gush, the train doors start sliding shut and before Jungkook can even comprehend your words, you step out. “Don't have worry about me anymore, okay?”

“W-Wait— y/n—!” He’s quick to run, but it's too late. The doors slide shut, finally severing the thin red string of fate that held the two of you.

The rain falls with your tears as you cry into your hands, guilt washing over you like tidal waves. You remember his face the most, how heartbreak and betrayal etched with the dying fade of his smile. How you left him that day, how you left him everyday after that.

“I-I was just so tired, so tired of everything. I... I'm so sorry I pushed you away. I just didn't want you to worry about me anymore. You were always so good, everything about you, and I was scared I was holding you back and...and it hurt too much to stay knowing I was." Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your waist as his other hand gently pulled your head to his body. You're too stunned to move, but when you gather yourself, you decide you don't want to. You just cry, burying your face into his chest, your hands tightening around his shirt.

"I never once stopped thinking about you, y/n," he mumbled into your hair. "I never once not worried, never once not looked for you, and you—god, y/n—you never once held me back. Silly girl, don’t you know you were the only one who kept me together?” Jungkook lets out a noise, somewhere in between a sigh and a groan as he lowers his head onto your shoulder, "I did everything, anything to keep myself distracted from you. Competitions, sports, art, studies, friends.” His soft hair tickled your jaw as he nuzzled closer into the crook of your neck. “But I couldn’t, y/n, it was always you, it was never not you. Do you know how torn I was, watching you and not being able to talk to you? To hold you, be afraid of losing you even more than I already had?"

The pitter-pattering of the rain against the rooftop fills the voice you can’t seem to conjure. "Did you ever miss me?” Jungkook pulls away, and your eyes lock with his under the blue world. You realize then, by looking at him, just how scared he was. If you pushed him away again, he didn’t know what he’d do.

Reluctantly, you bring your hand to sweep Jungkook's tousled bangs away, brushing your fingers against the shell of his ear. "I did," you whisper, and more clearly, "I-I did, of course I did.” When Jungkook doesn't respond, your hand trails down his neck ... to his shoulders ... to his chest. "Do you hate me?"

Jungkook inhales sharply, "N-no." He could never.

"Your heart is beating so fast.... are you afraid?"

"I am."

"I am too," you lift his hand and place it against your own chest, laying it atop your own heartbeat. Thump, thump, thump, you don’t catch the pink of his cheeks when you’re too busy staring at the sad stars in his eyes. "I was too, back then. I know it's selfish, and i-i'm sorry I hurt you, but I hope you understand what kind of position I was in. I was so young, so scared—I just wanted to be alone, felt like it was a way to protect myself from anything else that could hurt me. I’m different now, I think, more stable—whatever that is," you chuckle dryly. "I can’t promise I won’t push you away, but I won’t leave anymore, really, s-so...."

Jungkook's eyes soften, his lids lowering when you say, "Can you trust me?"

"Of course," Jungkook breathes, “always.”

ACT III. | EPIPHANY

"Just go to sleep already, Jeon."

You've been repeating yourself for the past 3 hours, watching him restlessly saunter around his room. "...swear i’m missing something, I just don't know what..." Jungkook, like the countless of other times, dismissed you as he continued to tap his finger on his chin, mumbling to himself in intense focus. It was only when you’ve finally had enough, groaning and hurling a tissue box at him—which he instantly caught with ease—that he finally noticed your glare. "What was that for?"

"I said just go to sleep already!" You exhaled frustratedly, "you packed your whole room at this point, Kook. I swear you have, like, triple of everything you don't even need—so for the thousandth time, could you please just shut the lights?" It's been a few weeks since that one spring evening, and time started ticking again with Jungkook by your side. It took you awhile to adjust to his company, it was odd—but everything was odd at this point. Odd but comforting when Jungkook started visiting the rooftop every lunch, odd but reassuring when he'd pick you up after every shift, and odd but exciting to spend the night with him before the anticipated field trip to Jeju island. The four days were a granted escape before the tumultuous finals of the upcoming winter. Even you were a bit eager to go, having finally taken a justified leave off work.

"Fine, fine, but if I do end up forgetting something important, I blame you," Jungkook huffs, sauntering to the light switch. “Go ahead,” you roll your eyes, and with a small click!, a satisfied sigh escapes your lips. “Finally,” You snuggled into his pillows, but when the bed dips down right next to you, you realized you had forgotten to ask Jungkook to shut his mouth as well. "Will you sit next to me on the way there?" You squinted to the darkness, raising your brows at the silhouette of his figure. "Jungkook, you're literally my only friend, do you even need to ask?" He chuckled, "but will you? We don't have to sit with my friends if you don't want to."

You hummed, thinking as Jungkook carefully brushed loose strands of hair away from your face, the warmth of his fingers trailing down the side of your neck. You were reluctant about being seen with Jungkook at first, but the choice wasn't left to you when his friends spotted you and him at the library sometime ago. It honestly wasn't as bad as you expected, and more surprisingly, you even clicked with a few with them. Seokjin was one you gravitated to the most, being a truly funny and charming senior that you felt you could look up to. "No, it's fine. I like your friends." Jungkook’s head perked up, and the darkness captures the bright twinkle in his eyes. "Really, you do?" You smile, knowing how happy that must have made him. "Really, I do. Now can we please go to sleep? I'd like to be at least remotely awake for the first day."

“Okay, okay, grumpy head," a bunny like grin appears on his face as pinches your cheek, chuckling when you only grumble in return.

He strokes your hair down one last time before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Good night, y/n.”

"Good night, Kook," the reassuring warmth of his skin leaves yours, and you hear him shuffle in his own mattress on the floor. It's been awhile since you've felt like this, so safe. Though it didn't necessarily matter, being with Jungkook was different with Taehyung, you noticed. When it came to Taehyung, it was as if all your problems could dissipate with his touch. That for a moment, they could just disappear.

When it came to Jungkook, though, your problems were still there. They existed, they were real, and yet, when you with him, it felt like everything would be okay. He was like a breath fresh air, and you felt like you could get through anything—whatever it may be, as long as he was there. With that thought, you slowly, but surely, drifted to sleep.

ringgggg!! ringgg!!! ringggg!!

What happened afterwards came in fragments of fuzzy memories, distorted with exhaustion. It was the phone ringing first, then it was the shuffle of Jungkook rising from his mattress. The ringing, his heavy yawn, the ringing, groggy footsteps, the ringing, the clatter of the drawer—and finally, silence. "Y/n...?" His voice barely reached where your mind was, deep inside the depths of whatever dream dimension you were in. "Y/n," he said again. No reply. "Y/n... Y/n!"

"What?!" You groaned, lazily sitting up with a snarl and a bed head. The ringing starts again and you rub your eyes to where your phone screen illuminated Jungkook's face. "What is it?" You mumble, a little concerned to his expression. "God, is it Mrs. Joomi again? I just paid this month’s rent like a few d—"

"Mr. Kim."

You freeze. The two, single words are akin to iced buckets of water being splashed onto your face, instantly waking you up.

"Taehyung with a heart and moon emoji—but that's Mr. Kim, isn't it? In that photo? That's his first name." Your heart lurches forward. 태형☽<3, displaying a low quality photo of him that you secretly took while he was preparing breakfast. It was once a happy morning, and this was once a happy night—disrupted by its forbidden rays of joy.

When Jungkook finally looks at you through the stark darkness, you can only stare back, your heartbeats filling the silent stun of your dry throat. The bubbly melody stops, and when you don't say anything, Jungkook's voice grows louder, "Y/n what—what the hell is this? Why is Mr. Kim calling you at 3am? Why do you have a photo of him? Why is his contact—"

"J-Jungkook," You nervously moved to sit on the front edge of the bed, attempting to speak as calmly as you can. Jungkook would understand...right? He wouldn't tell, he couldn't. He knows you, your financial situation. It was okay. "Remember when you asked me not to push you away? Well, this is me letting you in. This is me trusting you Jungkook, so please just hear me out." Under the moonlight's glower, you see the bob of his adam's apple rise and fall. "Taehyung, he—"

"Taehyung?" You wince, the acidity of his voice like bitter poison. "I-I mean, Mr. Kim. M-Mr. Kim, he...helps me."

"Helps you?" Jungkook scoffs. "At 3am? How could he—" Suddenly, Jungkook's eyes go wide. "Y/n, you don't mean..."

You nod stiffly, "he gives me money in exchange for....i-its consensual! He helps me," your cheeks heat up, hating yourself for allowing this to happen, having to explain yourself. “A-anyway the point is, you won't tell anyone, right? You understand, don't you, Kook?"

"Understand?! Y/n—he’s a teacher! He's seven fucking years older than us—are you stupid, what were you thinking?!" The sting of his words ring in your ears like a harsh slap across your face. Throughout your years together, Jungkook had barely had the heart to scold you, so you were more than unprepared for his hurtful words. Your shock quickly subdues into anger though, and you stand up, “what I was thinking? What I was thinking?! I don't know Kook, maybe thinking about my fucking electric bill! Thinking about how to pay off debt—how to buy food for fuck's sake! I've looked after myself my whole life, and this is no different."

"Still—This is wrong, y/n! You know that! There are other ways like, like—"

"Like what Jungkook?!" You're in front of him now, pushing at his chest. "Working my ass off in nine to fives? Well I do that, Kook, every fucking day and yeah, a fucking disappointment for me too that it's not enough. You could never know how its like for me, but out of everyone, you're supposed to...! You’re supposed to understand,” you chuckle bitterly, shaking your head as a futile attempt to shake the hot tears away.

"Y/n...” Jungkook’s anger diminishes into a frustrated panic. He tries to reach for you, hold you, anything to keep you from crying because of him—but you turn away, and despite himself, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. He sighs harshly, his voice much softer now, “I just—out of all these years, you could've asked me. I was always there, y/n, and you never accepted me. I know we talked about this already, but the fact that...” He shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I do understand, but I was always here. I was your best friend, why did you have to go to him? Am I...am I that unreliable to you?"

Your own heart sinks for him this time, quickly shaking your head. “No, Kook. I-It's not like that. I'm sorry this has to be so complicated, that i've made you feel small. You are reliable, Jungkook. You're my safe place, my person—always have been. I appreciated you so much but you need to understand how terrible it felt for me back then. I hated being pitied by you. You’re my friend, not a fucking philanthropist."

Jungkook takes your hand this time, "I never wanted to help you because I pitied you, y/n. You were always so strong, I don't think you could ever be someone I could pity. I wanted to help because I cared for you, loved you, and it breaks my heart knowing that you went through such lengths when you could've turned to me."

You sigh, threading your hands over the back of his hair. "It was all just circumstantial, Kook. Taehyung found me at a really low point in my life. I didn't search for it, but he was there and i’m thankful for yim, so please Jungkook, please." Your eyes wavered beneath his sad stare, hoping, pleading. Jungkook bites on his lip, cursing, "look...I won't tell on you if that's what you're thinking. I would never do that to you, i'm just worried. He's calling you at nearly 4am, y/n—shit, h-has he hurt you? Did he ever make you do anything you didn't want to?" Jungkook looks frantic for a second, but you quickly shake your head. "N-no! No, god no, he's never hurt me! You know him Kook, Tae would never hurt me." You miss how you even said Tae or how Jungkook's jaw clenched to it.

"I won't say anything, y/n, at least...not yet. You have to end it."

"W-What?"

"He took advantage of you in a low position in your life, y/n."

"N-No Kook, you don't understand!"

"It's not your fault, y/n, it's completely his. He's the adult here, it was wrong. You have to end this."

"But I can't! The money, Kook, you know I can't."

"Then let me help you," he steps closer. Your hands slide to his chest now, shaking your head. "No, Jungkook, my answer has been no and its still no. I refuse to be your charity case," you scoff. "Then you're not going to be. I'll pay you to sleep with me too."

Your eyes instantly shoot open. What..?

"I'll pay you to sleep with me," he repeats calmly. "Anytime you need it, anytime I want it, and I'm certain I'll be able to give you more than whatever Mr. Kim could." Your mouth only hangs open, words dying in your dry throat.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asks, taking a step closer. This time, you take a step back. "If you were fine with doing it with Mr. Kim, shouldn't it be fine with me?"

"N-No," your voice is barely a shaky whisper. More clearly, "No, Jungkook. I can't just—we just started talking again. You're my only friend, I won't ruin us just for—"

"I won't let anything happen to us, I promise y/n."

"B-but—"

"You don't have to worry about it, okay? Plus, isn't this situation more ideal? You'd get paid more and you wouldn't have to rely on—"

"I love him!"

Its Jungkook's turn to be silent. "What..?"

"I love him Kook," you croak, heat overwhelming your cheeks.

"Y/n..."

"I know it's wrong, I know he seems like an asshole but he's not. I know him, Kook, and i’m mature enough to know myself too. I made my decision back then, and I keep making it today because...I love him." You can’t help but feel your anguish trickle down your eyes, and you cry into your hands. That’s it then. It’s done. You’ve finally admitted it, yet despite the burden of the untold truth lifting—you felt heavier, worse. By now, Jungkook would’ve pulled you into a warm embrace. He’d hush you with soothing murmurs and delicate kisses on your forehead. He’d trail his fingers through your hair, tell you that he knew, that he gets it, that it was okay. But he doesn’t. He couldn’t. You were crying for another man, and all he could feel was ache.

Your phone rings once more, and from the night stand, you see Taehyung’s figure on the dimmed screen. You reluctantly look at Jungkook, but when he doesn’t say anything, his expression unreadable, you take it. "H-hello?"

"Hey, doll," Taehyung's voice is low. "I’m sorry I keep calling, I feel really shit for waking you up at this time. I know the Jeju trip is in a few hours, but I just needed to talk to you."

"No, no, its fine. I was already awake anyways, um...what is it?" You turned away from Jungkook, nervously biting on your lip. Despite everything that had unfolded between the two of you, it was strange. Taehyung never called you at this time after all—and him saying you guys needed to talk only heightened your nerves.

"It's better to talk in person. Where are you? I can pick you up." You shake your head, despite not him being able to see you. "N-No, i’ll come over...is that okay?"

"Yeah, of course, I'll see you soon." With that, the call ends. You can feel Jungkook’s eyes on your back—its overwhelming, and you’re scared to face the definite disgust and judgement in his them, so you don’t look at him when lift your bag across your shoulder. "I’m sorry, I...I need to go.”

ACT IV | LOVE IS NOT OVER

Jungkook hasn't seen you since last night. You never showed up at the meeting spot, never answered his calls or texts—never even once read the 68 of them.

He was certain you came, though—he checked in with Mrs. Yoon before boarding, but you were always good at hiding, and Jungkook was always an impatient seeker. The whole process of arriving, checking into the hotel, and splitting into groups was a whole blur that ended in him never finding you. After spending hours exploring the designated routes through antique shops, cute cafes, pretty sceneries, and meadows with his friends, he started to fear that you didn't come after all—that Mrs. Yoon had made a mistake.

Surely, he would've bumped into you at least once through the whole trip. And where the fuck was Mr. Kim? Jeju was supposed to be the pinnacle of his highschool experience. He’d be elated with the giddiness of being out with his friends, kissed with the gift of delicious freedom. But it was 7:46 PM now, and even when he overlooked the vast beach dipped with sunset's entrancing glow, he felt anything but. Not when Seokjin cracked his lame dad jokes, nor when Eunha got him to bike through scenic trails.

Jungkook sighed as the strawberry milk clattered to the bottom of the vending machine. He spotted it tucked away from the corner of the museum his group wandered into. He excused himself, relieved that their chaperone actually trusted him to be by himself. He needed the space.

He poked the straw through the carton, leaning against the cold metal as his eyes gazed over the glistening waves. He hated you. Always leaving him like this, always making him restless and unsure.

It was when he looked for the moon in the dusk sky that he noticed a familiar silhouette amidst the shore. It wavered with the wind, and Jungkook instantly felt his scorn. The man's jeweled hand was holding a cigarette between two fingers, overlooking the ocean with distant eyes.

Fuck the sand, fuck his expensive shoes, fuck everything. Jungkook doesn't know when he starts running, but he doesn't stop.

It all happened so past—the sun would have missed it if not for the perfect view she had just over the excited ripples of the ocean. When Taehyung noticed his presence, it was already too late. Jungkook had grabbed his collar, and without a second of hesitance, punched him across his face. Taehyung fell into the sand with a grunt, cursing loudly. “What the fuck?!” He turned to his perpetrator, his glare quickly diminishing into pure shock to see his own student right in front of him, eyes poisoned with resentment and hatred.

Taehyung's emotions came whirling at him all at once. The confusion, then the anger, the urge to scream at him and punch him until he was left bleeding on the shore—then the mediating side of him, understanding that he'd done more than enough to get his ass fired, why the fuck would he...?—then the realization. He sighs roughly, shaking his head as he stands. He isn't up for long though, as Jungkook takes another swing. Taehyung’s cheeks scream with stinging pain, but Jungkook’s on top of him, and he doesn’t stop.

"You fucking bitch!" Jungkook seethed, barely feeling his fist continuously bury into Taehyung’s face. He knew. He knew how much you loved him, he knew Taehyung helped you. He knew you'd get angry, maybe even hate him for the rest of his life for this—But maybe that's why he couldn't control himself. He didn't care if you thought Taehyung was some angel. To him, Taehyung was just a disgusting predator who took advantage of your situation, and deep down, maybe it was more for a selfish reason. Taehyung was a man who touched you, who had you—who wasn’t him. "You disgusting fuck. Don't ever fucking touch y/n again, you hear me?!" Another hit, but Jungkook is too blinded with anger to realize the scary amount of blood drooling down his nose and lips, from the cuts of his cheeks. "I know," Taehyung rasps.

"If you know then why did you do it?! You’re a fucking creep, you’re disgusting.”

"I know," another hit, and blood stains his shirt. Taehyung curses and grabs Jungkook's fist before he can throw another punch, pushing him into the sand. "You dick, I swear to god, I swear to fucking god I'll fucking kill you." Jungkook thrashes under Taehyung, but the teacher buries both his wrists into the ground, his weight holding the younger boy down.

“Sh-Shit, Look, I know how you must feel about me, and I know I deserve this, but I would much rather avoid being seen like this so I'm going to say this quick and you're going to listen."

"Fuck you," Jungkook growls, glaring at the man on top of him. His eyes were unreadable, almost enigmatic, and Jungkook hated every unwavering speckle of deep brown in it.

"I don't regret it," Taehyung disregards him. "I liked her—y/n—and no matter what you think of me, that stands true. You must like her too, she told me about you some nights. I have to admit, hearing about another boy when she's laying in my own bed wasn't very pleasant for me, but you made her happy. You mean a lot to her," Jungkook shut his eyes tightly, cursing as he tried to get the image of Taehyung holding you in his arms out of his mind. "I know you don't think I care about her, but I do, so just fucking listen for a second okay? I know i'm no good for her, but you aren't either. You're too immature, we both know y/n deserves way more. See where you are now? Right under me when you could be there for her? Have you even seen her today? Have you asked her how she's been?"

"What... what the fuck are you saying."

Taehyung sighs, and stumbles back to stand, wincing as the harsh winds slap his bloodied face. He nimbly looks for his cigarette, and before he lights it, Jungkook grabs his lighter. "I said what the fuck do you mean?!"

"I ended it with her," Taehyung glares at him, his voice firm, cold as he snatches the lighter back. Jungkook feels his heart drop. “You...what?"

There's silence, and when the man turns to look at the sun drowning into the ocean’s abyss, he lights the cigarette, "the fireworks are starting soon." Jungkook's eyes widens. Before he knows it, he's already running.

You’ve always loved the fireworks.

His footsteps that were submerged into sand were now padding against the concrete of the sidewalk, his heart pounding in his ears. A few cars must have honked at him here and there as he ran through the streets, unknowing of his surrounding because all he can think of his getting to his destination—you. He frantically reaches for his phone, panting.

You

JK : where are you?

my love : my room

my love : 613, 7th floor

JK : on my way.

ACT V. | HOLD ME TIGHT

At least the fireworks were pretty.

Your eyelids drooped, puffed with drowsy red as you watched the sparkling scene on the balcony of the hotel. Evening's cold breeze teased your bare legs, dancing with the delicate ends of your black, satin nightgown. You were hugging yourself yourself, leaning against the cold railings as sparks of vivid red shatter into memories tainted with heartbreak. The red silk sheets that you grasped tightly beneath you. The red lingerie that Taehyung slid off your skin. The red wine he poured into the pan when you told him you were hungry. You liked watching him the most, you thought as he stood in front of the stove, his eyes trained on the steak. You liked watching him unbutton his top, talk about his day, how he let out loud laughter whenever a funny story would come up. You loved when he unveiled himself for you, when he'd strip off his enigmatic persona bare and let you peer into his soul.

But that's all you ever did, you guessed, all you ever could do. You watched him when he smiled down at you, his cold fingertips brushing your waist, and you watched him as he left.

It must've been 4 minutes into the firework show when you heard the doorbell ring. Sighing, you leave the balcony as yellow ignites the night sky. You open the door to Jungkook, his chest heaving up and down, his hair tousled by wind, beads of sweat sticking to his neck.

When he doesn't say anything, and neither do you, you step aside to let him in. You wonder if he was still angry about last night, how he'd react when you tell him—but with the way he looked down at you, tender eyes dawned with sadness, you already understand you don’t have to. "I know," Jungkook steps closer, pulling you into a hug. His warmth embraces you as darkness does when the door clicks shut. "What happened, I know."

You sighed, closing your eyes. The fireworks sounded so distant compared to his heartbeat. Jungkook must've ran for you, you thought as your buried your face into his chest. Of course he would, he always has. Maybe that certainty is what intoxicates you to murmur, "I'll accept it."

"What?"

"What you proposed last night, I'll accept it," you say calmly, quietly. You looked up at him with wavering eyes, "please...I need you right now."

Jungkook's heart practically lurched out of his chest. He knew he should take a step back, tell you that you'd end up regretting it and to take it back before it was too late. He knew, but the devil on his shoulder was much more insistent than his angel, and maybe... maybe his angel wanted it too—so fuck it all.

Jungkook took your lips in a magnetic dance, drawing you closer into him with one hand on your lower back and the other behind your head.

God, you were so lovely. How your head lolled for him, soft, plush lips jarred open. Jungkook has always been good at controlling himself when it came to you, but when he heard the slightest whimper escape your trembling lips, he felt he couldn't hold himself back any longer.

He didn't seek for permission to suck your lower lip, didn’t even seek permission to slide his tongue inside your lovely little mouth when you gasped. He held your chin, deepening the kiss. More, more, more—he wanted more of you. He wanted to explore your body, wanted to make your breath tremble, wanted to find out what you liked and disliked under bedsheets. Jungkook wanted to know you better than anyone else had. He wanted you, needed you.

“Kook,” You whimper into him as he pushes you against the wall, holding your thigh up. He grinds his bulge against your clothed cunt, sending wild tremors along your nerves. “F-feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He takes your other thigh, and you yelp as he lifts you up. Your surprise quickly washes out with haze when he buries his thick tent further into you. You let out a moan, wrapping your legs around his torso. “I can make you feel even better.”

The explosions of the fireworks are blurred with the palpitations of your heart as Jungkook lays you on the bed, his lips immediately finding home in yours. "Love how you sound for me, love," Jungkook’s wet, needy kisses trail down your neck...to your collarbones...to your breast. “So pretty like this, always so pretty,” his fingers ghost your sensitive nipples, perked from evening's cold. He doesn't waste any time to take one nipple into his mouth, his fingers playing with the other.

His cold hand trails down your stomach, finally pressing it down your soaked underwear. He smirks, feeling the soaked outline of your pussy lips. “Already so wet for me baby? How cute."

His plush lips leave your nipple with a pop, instead latching onto the crook of your neck. Your eyes go wide when you realize what he's about to do. “Wait, d-don’t! Not th—ah.” He doesn't allow you to finish your sentence, swiftly sliding your underwear out of the way before pressing a hard thumb over your clit. “Don't deny me, y/n,” His voice is low over your whiny moans. He sucks on the supple of your skin as he slides one, slender finger into you, smoothly drawing it in and out while he rolls your little bud with his other. “Please, need to show everyone that you’re mine,” he murmurs, licking his work, perfectly tinged with a pretty pink . “Besides...” he trails, taking note of your arousal dripping down his wrists. “You love this, don’t you?”

“N-No..! I...ah, K-Kook, Kookie..!” Your voice fails you, moans escaping from your trembling lips. “Jungkook s-stop..!” Jungkook frowns against your skin, and he lifts his head up to meet your gaze. “Why not?” His eyes are dark. You try to fight the muddle of your mind as his slow, tentative fingers continue to work on your cunt. “B-Because...because student c-council. It's inappropriate, and your friends will ask, a-and... mm!—“

“Taehyung?” Jungkook says bitterly, but you’re too indulged with the knot in your stomach. You moan loudly, your hands finding anchor wrapped around his biceps. “I'm sure you don’t want Taehyung to see, do you?” Jungkook's pace is furious now, and you barely make out his words through the thick fog of your mind. You feel so close. “Don’t want him to know that you're with me, hm? That i’m finger fucking you into my dumb whore."

His indecent words paint a wild blush on your cheeks. You never knew Jungkook could be like this, could be so mean.

"You know what I think..."

Jungkook lowers himself down between your sweaty thighs, quivering with painful pleasure. "''Think my dumb babygirl wants me to clean her messy little pussy up. Would you like that, love?"

"Y-Yeah," you moan, desperately bucking your hips up, "p-please eat me out, Kook."

"Needy girl," Jungkook lets out a sigh, his pants tightening around his painful hard on. You were so pretty like this, Jungkook swore he could cum just by watching you.

You almost cry when he pulls his fingers away, instead squeezing around your squishy hips. You do cry, though, when he gives your pussy a tantalizing lick, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "Knew my baby girl would taste so sweet," he groans. His tongue circles around your throbbing bud, sucking on it.

"Fuck! K-Kook, I-I can't," you wail, tears falling down your cheeks. Jungkook only flutters his eyes open, watching you with heated eyes as his tongue works on your wet cunt.

"Please, g-gonna cum, please!" Your back arches. Jungkook's hands the only thing anchoring you down.

"Then cum, baby, cum for me." Jungkok's voice is tender, coaxing like warm honey. With his encouragement, your dripping cunt spasms, unfurling your cream all over him. "That's my girl," His attentive tongue takes your sweet release, the embarrassing sound of slurping clouding your brain.

"You were so good for me, baby," He cooes, planting one final kiss on your quivering bud. Your cheeks tinge with a shy pink.

He lifts himself up, carefully laying over you so his forehead is pressed against yours. His eyes search yours under the veil of the moonlight. The fireworks must've stopped along the way, your heavy breaths filling the quiet room. "Tired, love?" Jungkook whispers, and you nod timidly, reaching your arms out to hug him.

Your skin is sticky with sweat like melting ice cream on hot summer days, but Jungkook adores his body pressed against yours. His fingers squeeze your smooth waist, placing gentle kisses on your neck, up your jaw, capturing your lips once more in a slow dance. A thin string line of saliva connects the two of you when he pulls back, and he breaks it off with a gentle graze across your wet lips.

"Think you can continue for me, baby?" Jungkook asks soothingly. "It's okay if you can't, of course. Must've been such a long day for you."

You shake your head, your hand lightly tracing the outline of the small scar on his cheek. You still remember the day he fell off his bicycle, somehow managing to tumble down the hill all the way to the train tracks. It must've been the first time you ever saw him cry.

"I want to."

"Are you sure?" His eyebrows perk up. "Because we really don't have to. I don't ever want you to feel like you have to please me. I know you took my offer, but if you aren't ready or comfortable, nothing has to happen. Believe it or not, pleasuring you already makes me feel euphoric." His words have you melt, gentle as a sweet night's lullaby.

"But I want us to feel good together," you say softly. "Please take me, Kookie. I want you." Jungkook's eyes widen, faint pink blooming on his cheeks, and you watch the stars in his eyes grow brighter with your shy gaze. He lets out a small chuckle, "god, you really don't know what you do to me, y/n."

He places a gentle peck on your lips one last time before rising to his knees, discarding his clothes. You're quick to slip off your nightdress and underwear, and you patiently admire Jungkook's toned physique as he worked to unbuckle his belt. Even the moon was enamored with him, tracing its luminous glow from his broad shoulders to his biceps, wrapping around his slim waist.

Your breath hitches when his dick springs out right in front of you, thick and swollen, oozing pre cum. Jungkook watches you with heated eyes, his hand grazing his dick. "Wow," you breathe, sitting up and replacing his hand with yours. Jungkook's hisses when you stroke his cock, doe eyed to his length that throbbed with neglect. "You're so pretty, Kookie. You're pretty everywhere..."

"I should be the one who's telling you that, darling," he lets out a shaky breath through his smile, his hand finding your cheek. "Now, i’d love for that lovely little mouth of yours to suck my cock, but I feel like i'm gonna explode any minute now, and i'd like to do so inside of you," he chuckles when a furious blush takes your cheeks. You let him push you down, positioning himself in between your legs. He takes his pulsating cock in his hands, sliding his glistening head over your cunt. "Would you like that baby? Want me to cum in this cute little pussy? Wanna take Kook's cum like a good girl?" You feel yourself shy from his words, whimpering, "y-yes please, Kookie."

"Tell me how much you want it, baby."

"S-So bad. Kookie p-please, want you to fill me up."

"Yeah?" Jungkook chuckled, a cocky smirk on his lips that made you tremble. "Think your tiny pussy can even take my cock?"

"Y-Yes, m'pussy wants your cock, p-please Kook!"

"Dirty girl, love it when you beg for me," he pushes the blunt head of his cock into your swelling entrance, already having you see stars by the time he fills you up whole. "You okay?" Jungkook breathes out, his forehead falling against yours. You nodded timidly, "j-just need a little time to adjust."

"Okay, baby, tell me when you're ready." He pecks your nose, letting out a shaky sigh as your walls clench around him. When you do, Jungkook takes your knees, pushing them on either side of you so your legs are spread out wide for him.

He pulls out his whole cock so he could see the flush tip of his cock before plunging back into you. You moan loudly to his even pace, bottoming you out with every thrust.

"F-fuck, been wishing for this forever. Just want to punish this pussy for making me wait for this long."

Harsh skin to skin contact and the squelch of your juices mixing together fills your fuzzy mind. You felt so full, you could practically feel him in your belly. "Shit, you're practically swallowing me. You like this, don't you?"

"Y-yeah, love your cock, Kookie," you moan, his pace growing faster and more unforgiving. "I'm never letting you go after this, fuck y/n. You're mine, you’re so fucking mine. Say it, say you're mine, p-please."

"Yours," you whimper, feeling the familiar tingling ecstasy overwhelm your stomach. "O-Only yours, Kookie."

"That's right, baby, open your mouth." You didn't know exactly why, but you didn't question him. He could tell you to do absolutely anything right now and you'd do it. Your wet lips jar open for him, and Jungkook spits in your mouth, sending a wave of tremor through your body. "Swallow."

You listen, obediently swallowing. "That's my girl."

"Kookie, kookie...m'gonna cum!"

"Again baby? You’re so easy, barely have to do anything and you're spilling." You moan to his words, thrusting in and out of you in a hypnotic pace. "Go on then, baby. Cum for me, make a mess over my balls."

Your whole body tenses, feeling the overwhelming wave wash over you. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you release around him the second time. "Good girl, baby, so good for me, fuck," Jungkook hisses to your tightening walls squeezing around him, driving himself into your belly until he pours all his cum deep inside of you.

You practically drooled, his load coming out in spurts of thick cream. When he pulls out, your pussy twitches, his cum oozing out. He falls onto your chest, and your heavy pants fill the room.

After awhile, Jungkook lazily pulls you to lay over him. "Okay, baby?"

"Mm," you murmur into his sweaty chest, trying to recollect your breath. You open your mouth to thank him, but a loud explosion takes your voice. In a second, waves of yellow wash the room, then blue, then purple. Your tiredness subdues into drowsy awe. You sit up and Jungkook does too, positioning you on his lap. "I think this is the second show. Timing is fitting don't you think?"

You giggle, and Jungkook sees daylight in your eyes. "Too fitting. I'm starting to think that this was all part of some big plan."

Jungkook rolls his eyes, laughing as he tucks a hair behind your ear. "Silly girl, of course it is." You look at him quizzically. "We're soulmates aren't we? The universe is just celebrating us."

You smile, sighing as you lean into his chest. "Whatever you say, my soulmate." Jungkook's eyes widen. He felt twelve again, dumbstruck euphoria overwhelming his love for you any time you called him yours. His shock settles into a soft smile, holding you in his arms while you watch the fireworks. It takes him awhile to realize your eyes are closed though.

"Sleepy, love? Thought you loved the fireworks."

"I do," you giggle, pushing him down onto the soft mattress. You snuggle into his chest. "Just listening to your heartbeat."

Jungkook blushes. He was going to urge you to clean up, but with you looking so cozy on top of him, he knew you'd much rather rest. He sighs lovingly, stroking your hair. He hasn't felt this happy in awhile. "About your payment, I’ll wire $800 just for tomorrow, but we’ll officially talk about the—"

“Shhhh!” You grumble, burying your head further into him. “Don’t wanna talk about money right now, just let me be with you.”

Jungkook blinks, and you look up to him with a pout. Purple lights up the seoul's night sky, casting an soft glow on Jungkook’s face. He chuckles, thumb brushing your cheeks.

"Needy girl.”

a/n : wooooo this took the longest time to write. its pretty bulky so whoevers got to this point i love you sosososo and i hope you enjoyed my work ! feedback is welcome and super appreciated, reading comments really do make my day <3 i was thinking of making a sequel/continuation for this but im not so sure ,, we'll see. anyways, i hope you have a lovely day my loves ! stay hydrated and healthy, i hope you eat good food today. make sure to take care of yourself too !

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