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javier peña x f!reader

chapter three: sugar & spice

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rating: E (18+ only, MDNI)

summary: After his return to the US, Javier is trying to settle back into a normal life without the pressures of Colombia and the DEA, but he finds himself feeling isolated with no one to spend his nights with. Now a newly appointed criminology professor at Texas A&M, he is drawn to you, a post-grad student in one of his classes. You’re intelligent and witty, sweet and kind, and he can’t get you out of his mind. To cope with his growing loneliness and to rid himself of thoughts of you, he signs up for an “arrangement service” to connect him with somebody—a sugar baby—he can care for. After he is matched up with Angel, he finds himself developing feelings quicker than he ever expected, but what happens when he finds out Angel is really you?

series warnings: power imbalance (prof and student), sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, discussion of money, criminal activity, judicial systems, graduate school, smut, daddy/papí kink, praise kink, degradation, self deprecation, discussion of self worth, multiple sexual or romantic partners, sex work, cursing, use of spanish, likely more warning so read at your own risk!

word count: 9.6k

a/n: loving my prof. javi and thank you endlessly to @northernbluess for beta-ing <33333 love ya!

“Hey, angel.”

The signal isn’t great when you pick up the phone, an unfamiliar number piquing your interest as you sit on the floor of your bedroom painting your nails. The phone is pressed between your ear and shoulder, and hearing that low, raspy timbre through the cracking line brings a smile to your face and a stir of excitement in your stomach.

No, stop, stupid brain. He’s someone you’re seeing for work, you shouldn’t blur the lines with him when you have other arrangements.

“Hi, Javi.”

“What are you up to, cariño?”

The simple question brings a smile to your face, leaning back against your bedframe. You picture him in his own apartment, probably on his couch or in his bed; imagining his apartment is warm, with leather furniture and sharp edge surfaces — a balance of the firm and clean-cut facade with the worn softness of his gentle personality.

“Mm, painting my nails.”

“What color?”

“Burgundy. Like a reddish purple kind of color.”

“Y’know that’s my favorite color, angel. Bet it looks very pretty.”

“Are you gonna say that about every color I use for my nails? Something tells me we might have this conversation many times,” you giggle and can hear a breathy laugh from him.

“Maybe so. But I don’t think I’d be wrong, you’d look pretty in anything and with any nail color, querida,” you can hear shuffling on the other line, a faint sigh slipping from lips, “Any chance you’re free Friday evening, angel?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure, let me check.” You carefully stand from the floor, leaving the bottle there and walking over to your desk to look over your open planner. Skimming over the day, you see you have a date with a different man scheduled already, pouting to yourself.

“What’s the verdict, cariño?”

“M’sorry, Javi, I actually have something that night,” you confess, quickly following it up, “But I’m free Saturday if you are.”

“That works perfectly for me. Just selfishly wanted to see you sooner,” he runs his thumb across his bottom lip, knee bouncing out of nerves against the floor as he sits on the edge of his bed, “I’ll call you later this week to give you details?”

“That sounds perfect, Javi.”

He desperately wants to keep you on the line, to have your voice in his ear for a bit longer, so he’s scrambling a bit on what to ask you. The first thing that comes to mind spills out, “How’s the essay coming along?”

Palm to his forehead and rolling his eyes at himself, he relaxes only a bit when he hears you laugh, “Professor Peña making an appearance…It’s going alright, I think. I guess we’ll know when I get the grade back.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t mean to really ask that but I couldn’t think of anything else at the moment.”

“S’alright. Just like giving you shit when I can,” another laugh from you, he can hear you moving around your room, “What do you really want to ask me? Or are you only trying to keep me on the phone to track me or something like you do to your criminals?”

“Oh yeah, that’s just it. You caught me, cariño,” he chuckles, exhaling through his nose and smiling to himself like an idiot, “But really, I do want to keep you on the phone. I like the sound of your voice….Sorry, that might have been too weird.”

“No, no, not weird. It’s sweet…” You try to hold in your smile, attempting to calm the flips your stomach is doing from hearing that from him.

“Good, that’s good. Cause I liked telling you.”

It’s another half an hour before you are finally ending the call, nails all painted and even your toes too, checking the time and following up Javi’s answer to one of your questions.

“I think I need to go to sleep. M’sorry, I have a bedtime of a child during the week,” you laugh faintly, waiting for him to speak.

“No need to apologize, angel. Get some sleep, have some nice dreams. Thanks for staying up to chat with me, sweetheart.”

“Night, Javi. I’ll see you in class on Wednesday.”

“Can’t wait. Goodnight, angel.”

Scanning your eyes across the path down below, you easily spot Javi from your vantage point at the top of the stone stairs. He waves to you when he meets your eyes, waiting at the bottom for you with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. You make your way down the stairs in your muted paisley slip dress, black tights on your legs, and a shrug cardigan across your shoulders.

The staircase descends to an entrance for the San Antonio RiverWalk, a path throughout downtown lined with bars, restaurants, shops, and more. Javi had asked you here, saying he wanted to do something simple and spend time with you.

Why does he have to be so effortlessly romantic?

You are not supposed to have these kinds of feelings for him. It’s work, it’s a job.

At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself.

Javi grins when you make your way over to him, dressed in jeans, a button-up, and a green jacket with tan trim. He drinks you in, reaching a hand out for you to take and pulling you closer.

“Hey, angel.” His voice rumbles from his chest, low volume straining it slightly. With so many people around, he’s desperate to keep you all to himself.

“Hi, Javi.” Your smile widens as you squeeze his hand, inching ever so slightly closer.

As soon as he smells the notes of your perfume — vanilla, jasmine, and amber — his shoulders relax and warmth spreads throughout his bloodstream. It’s soft like cashmere and comforting like a hug, even in the short time he’s been exposed to it up close. With a kiss pressed to your temple, he gets one last inhale before pulling away, nodding toward the left to start walking with you hand-in-hand.

He asks about your day and intently listens as you recount your chores from today, one of which included taking your car in for an oil change. You’re explaining how they offered to get your brake pads replaced too, keeping your car overnight, and giving you a quote of a few hundred dollars over what it should normally cost for it all.

“That’s some bullshit, cariño. Send me the number of this place and I’ll take care of it. Shouldn’t be paying that much for simple repairs.” Javi clicks his tongue as he shakes his head, dropping your hand and wrapping an arm around your waist as the two of you maneuver through a crowd.

He takes your hand again once you clear the crowd, asking about your plans for Sunday. The conversation evolves as the two of you wind your way along the river, not paying much attention to how far you’re walking or anyone else around you.

“Y’know, you have the whole seventies-cool-guy-look down. Were those your golden years?” You snicker quietly as you tease him, slowly swinging your hands between you. He gives you a reprimanding look, not being able to hold it for long as his own smirk seeps in.

“You’re trouble, mi maltenida. With a capital T.” He hooks his arm closest to you over your shoulders, bringing your arm connected to his across your chest and pulling into his side. “Are you making a joke about my age, sabelotodo (smartypants)? You aren’t acting like you’re embarrassed to be seen with me so it must be at least tolerable to you.”

Javi nudges the side of your head with his nose, grinning through a kiss pressed to your scalp. You shrug and glance to your left at him, holding in your own smile, “Hey, I didn’t say anything! I only asked if they were your golden years. I didn’t say anything about your age or if I liked the clothes or not.”

“Sure, angel, sure. The power of intention is always there. And for the record, yeah, they were my golden years. Until now, maybe.”

Now? He must mean cause he’s a professor at a university and a retired DEA Special Agent.

Javi’s heart is thumping in his chest, and he has a small worry that you can feel his pulse with your hand in his. Listening to your footsteps click in sync against the stone path, he inhales your scent again and calms down.

He definitely feels like his time with you is pretty golden right now. What a change from what he felt like a year ago.

“Now? Enjoying your life as a professor that much?”

“Yeah, you could say that, cariño.”

The two of you had been wandering for a few hours now, chatting and drifting in and out of stores. In a bookstore, Javi insisted on getting you one of the novels that you had picked up and talked to him about wanting to read, calling you his ‘maltenida’ once again when you were protesting his purchase. Once you caved, he grinned and went to the counter himself, carrying the bag for you as you continued to walk.

“You hungry, angel? Or want to get a drink?” Javi rubs circles into your lower back, looking at you with a soft, closed smile.

“Hmm, guess I could eat, yeah. Should we walk around and find somewhere?” You start to glance around for something that catches your eye, feeling yourself being led off the path and up to a set of stairs to the street.

“Do you trust me, angel?” His voice vibrates in your chest, lips brushing against your ear and sending a tingle across your nerves.

“I trust you, Javi.”

“Good girl. M’glad to hear that,” he winks and moves his hand to take yours, interlocking your fingers, “I’ll take us somewhere you’ll love, promise.”

It’s about five minutes walk away from the river, further into downtown before Javi veers off to the left. You’re right along with him, stumbling a little to keep up with his wide gait; he slows when he notices you always a step behind, smiling sheepishly.

“Sorry, just excited to show you.”

Squeezing his hand in reassurance, you shake your head, “No need to apologize. The rush is keeping it all very exciting.”

The two of you share a quiet laugh before his steps completely slow to a stop in front of an unsuspecting set of double doors, labeled with numbers and letters that are reminiscent of library catalogs — the nerd in you realizes that it’s the Dewey Decimal system.

“What is this place?” A confused expression contorts your face, scrunching your nose and drawing your brows together in a pinch.

“Why am I gonna ruin the surprise now, angel? C’mon, you’ll see.” Javi holds the door open for you before following you inside. A hand is kept protectively on your back over to the staircase, stacks of books that look as if they’re stolen from a library lining the walls and the wide staircase. Ascending up to the second level, you comb your eyes over the open floor plan, Javi stepping over to a host’s stand to your right.

It’s dark, warm mood lighting illuminating the space minimally. Each small table has one of those built-in desk lamps you recognize from the outdated furniture in the university library, worn and stained wooden floors and tables fill up the restaurant area. The bar is made up of old bookshelves, still filled with books at the front and every chair or stool or booth is softened leather of all different jewel tones — emerald, sapphire, ruby, and amber.

If you were to ever design a restaurant, it would surely be something like this. It's a mix of that book, paper smell with delicious food being made, and there’s a quiet hum of chatter and music that isn’t overwhelming.

It’s the “if you know, you know”, off the beaten path kind of place.

And Javi wanted to take you here. He knew you would love it, he was excited to share it with you.

Again, with the being so fucking romantic and sweet and cute. Makes you want to smack his gorgeous face and walk away from it all so you don’t have to feel these feelings.

“They’re getting a table cleared now for us, angel. Should be a few minutes, you want to sit at the bar and grab a drink?” Javi saddles up next to you, grin tugging up one side of his mouth and exposing the dimple on his right cheek.

For a minute, all you can do is take in the sight of him. Groomed brown locks with the hint of an unruly curl at the nape of his neck. Quaffed mustache, likely trimmed today for the occasion of meeting up with you. Wide, rounded soft brown eyes that are looking at you with all the patience and affection in the world. Plush, pillowy lips that sit in a constant pout and make you want to kiss them all the time.

God, he’s fucking beautiful.

Why does he have to be such a good man too? Can’t he be an asshole for your sake?

“Y’alright, cariño? We can go somewhere else if you want, just thought you might like this place and—“

Cutting him off with a hand on his cheek, you smile widely, shaking your head, “I don’t wanna go, this place is wonderful. I love it….Thank you for bringing me here.”

He replicates your grin and shrugs off your gratitude, leaning in and kissing you chastely.

“Let’s go get a drink, mi maltenida.”

Javier gives you the last seat at the bar, leaning against the surface standing next to you, chest facing toward your seat and neck cranes to the side to grab the bartender’s attention. He’s got a hand on you constantly: roaming from your back over your waist and down to your hip before coasting along your thigh and doing it all in reverse. He orders for you, remembering what you got the last time you two were together and ordering his usual whiskey. After the bartender walks away, he turns to face you and his mouth forms a small ‘o’ in realization.

“I didn’t even ask if you wanted anything different. M’sorry, angel. Did you want to try something else? I’ll grab the bartender again.” He already turning away before you can answer, your hand reaching out for his that starts to extend up in a wave to the server.

“S’totally fine, Javi. Cálmate.” His eyes snap to yours at the sound of your accent being pulled out for your basic Spanish knowledge, a wide grin crossing his face.

“Aye, mi maltenida sabe español? Qué? (Oh, my sugar baby knows Spanish? What?)” his voice slips easily into his accent, the words effortlessly falling off of his tongue in his first language, “Eres la mujer más hermosa del sitio. Puedes entender lo que estoy diciendo, cariño? (You are the most beautiful woman in the place. Can you understand what I’m saying, darling?)”

“Um, un poco? I have the most minimal understanding and am terrible at speaking. I’m in a level 200 class right now and struggling to keep up,” you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink once the glasses are dropped off by the bartender.

“You don’t sound half bad to me, angel. Takes some practice to really get into it, but I’m sure you’ll be much more comfortable with it by the end of the year,” he smirks and leans in, lips close to your ear, “Plus, I can tutor you. One-on-one. Qué te parece? Puedo enseñarte mucho más que tu profesor.”

“You’re going to have to clue me in here, Javi. No entiendo.”

“I asked ‘How does that sound?’ And then I said ‘I can teach you much more than your professor.’”

“Oh, is that right? And what would you teach me?” You match his smirk, scooting to the edge of the stool with his hand gripping your hip a bit harder than before.

“Mm, cosas sucias.” His tongue peeks out to swipe along his bottom lip as he eyes your own mouth, translating without your request. “Dirty things. You want that, angel?”

A nod from you grows his smirk before you’re fully inching closer, pressing your lips to his in a slow, sensual kiss. There’s a bit of a push and pull before he wins out the upper hand, slanting his mouth against yours with quiet exhales.

Another thing to be angry about with this man: he’s a great fucking kisser.

Javier is the first to pull away, leaving you with one last quick peck before he sips his drink, glancing over his shoulder when the host comes by to seat you both. Javi backs up, helping you off of the stool and leaving behind your empty glasses on the bar. You walk next to him, following the host to a booth toward the back. Javier takes a seat on one side of the booth, expecting you to take the other. He’s surprised when you smile shyly, stepping toward his side and sliding in next to him. Backing up toward the inside, he bites back a wild grin at your move, cheating himself toward you.

Damn, he should’ve thought of that move in the moment. But to be honest, he’s glad you’re the one who made the move.

The reassurance calms his constant buzz of nerves, relaxing him as you now look to be the shy one.

“Is this okay? Probably should’ve asked,” your voice is gentle, well-mannered as you question him. Javi scoots closer, stretching an arm onto the top of the booth behind you and circles the knuckle of his index finger featherlight on your shoulder.

“More than okay, angel. Trust me.” He can’t help the grin on his face when he leans in, kissing you lightly and feeling your own smile against his lips.

With another inhale of your perfume mixed with your shampoo, he presses a kiss to your temple before turning to the menu on the table, looking it over with you.

“Gonna get the same thing, cariño?”

“Nah, I think I’m going to try one of their specialty cocktails. They're all named after books, it’s so fun.” Glancing at him, he can see the joy in your eyes and it makes his heartbeat double, looking back to the list.

“Well, which one are you going for?”

“I think I’m gonna do the Gin Eyre. It’s got a dash of sweetener, lemon, mint, and some orange bitters it says. Sounds good.” A faint chuckle slips from your lips, combing over the list. “You should try this one, Javi. The Catcher in the Rye. S’got whiskey, and then sherry, orange liqueur, something called Torani Amer, and bitters. I think you’d like it.”

You meet his eyes and he shrugs, “I dunno know, angel. Whiskey is my favorite but I’m more of a no-frills kind of guy when it comes to my drink.”

“Oh, c’mon, it’ll be fun. I’ll buy you a different one if you hate it. But you can get whiskey at any bar, this place is the only place that’s gonna serve a drink named after a Salinger book,” you plead and pout your bottom lip, fluttering your lashes as Javier tries to hold out. After another moment he sighs and rests his chin on your shoulder, squeezing you closer when his arm wraps around you.

“That look is pretty devious, cariño. How am I meant to say no to that?” He raises his eyebrows and presses his lips together when you laugh, smirking at him with a small lift of your shoulders.

“Guess you’re not supposed to say no.”

“Mhmm, devious, mi maltenida. Devious.”

At that moment, your server comes by to take your order, you giving him the drinks and telling Javi to order whatever food looks good to him. Once everything’s put in, you turn back to him while he leans into the corner of the booth, gently coaxing you closer.

“So if you’re gonna be my tutor, can you answer one question I have?”

“Course I can, ask away.”

“What does ‘mi maltenida’ mean? I’ve heard you say it a few times to me but I have no idea what it means but it sounds bad cause it’s got ‘mal’ in it.” Fingertips graze along his thigh closest to you, his arm around your lower waist coasting up and down your side a few inches.

“S’not bad, necessarily. Sure, it probably has a negative connotation in some circumstances but I mean it as something cute,” he clears his throat and pauses the roaming of his fingers, “Mi maltenida is my sugar baby.”

“Javi! I don’t wanna be called that, that sounds so bad.” Arms crossed in front of your chest, your touch leaves his thigh and you move to face forward with a pout.

“Hey, cariño, I said it didn't mean anything bad. I mean it as a term of affection. You’re so sweet and I like reminding you.”

“Doesn’t feel sweet. It literally has the word bad in the spelling of the word.” You pout more, and when Javi takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, he turns your face up to see genuine upset in your eyes.

“M’sorry, cariño, I was just teasing when I started calling you that. I won’t anymore, promise.”

“Is there something better out there? I like being something to you, just not something like that…” you trail off, not bothering to repeat the translated words. They make you feel dirty, like your feelings in your chest and your stomach right now, your nerves and excitement around this man, aren’t genuine when you reduce your relationship down to that. It makes you feel icky, that dark turn of your insides tugging the corners of your lips down.

“Hmm, what about mi bebita? That sound better to you?”

“What’s that mean? Little baby? I don’t know about th—“

“Babygirl. My babygirl,” Javi kisses the corner of your lips, his own smile peeking through. The press of his lips trails along your jaw and to your ear, until he can speak to you with a low, reverberating roll of his voice, “You wanna be my bebita? Would that make you happy?”

His voice is spreading heat along your neck and down your spine, settling in a syrupy pool between your legs. A languid nod rolls your head, Javi’s fingers once again turning your chin to face him.

“Can I hear you say it, please?”

A quiet clear of your throat pulls your voice back, responding to his request, “I wanna be your bebita.”

He hums with a satisfied smirk, closing the gap between you two to press a light kiss to your lips. Pulling away with a quiet smack of his lips, his hand drops to the top of your thigh and rubs gentle circles toward your center.

“Such a good girl for me. You gonna let me take care of you, bebita? That’s all I wanna do for you. Whatever you want, bebita, you can have from me.”

Underneath the skirt of your dress, you can feel your panties sticking to the wetness gathering there. As you’re nearly about to spread your legs and let him have you right there, the server returns with your drinks and food.

Javi pulls away from you, hand on your thigh possessively when the waiter checks you out from his higher vantage point. The burn of his stare crosses over your chest and your legs, bare from the mid-thigh down. The lick of his lips instantly makes you feel like prey, turning into the booth toward Javi to hide yourself even a little bit. At the discomfort of the wandering pair of eyes on you, your legs cross at your thighs and trap Javi’s hand there, one of your own holding onto his wrist.

There’s a clipped ‘thank you’ from your man at the table once everything is delivered, dismissing the younger guy and slipping his hand from between your thighs. There’s no acknowledgement made of the moment, only Javi running his hand across your back soothingly and picking up conversation about something else, immediately taking your mind off of the uncomfortable interaction.

Turns out you were right, and Javi loves the drink you asked him to get. The two of you share both of them, enjoying the picky bits that Javi chose from the menu. Conversation is easy, as always, and the room falls away around you as you get wrapped up in each other.

A small tug in his gut brings him to ask, “Did you draw in class a few weeks ago?”

You pause your search for the perfect fry, looking up at Javi with your hand frozen, “Uh, yeah, I think so….I kind of doodle in every class, it helps me focus. I can stop if—“

“No, no need. I was asking cause, well, I found one of your drawings after class a few weeks ago. It was at the desk you use and it was of me, I think.”

A quiet groan rolls from your throat, shoulders slumping as you shake your head and resume your fry search.

“God, that’s so embarrassing. Please tell me you threw it out.”

“No, fuck no. I kept it. Sits in my desk drawer and I take it out whenever m’thinking about you. Think it’s cute that I was your muse for the day,” he chuckles with a wide grin, leaning into the corner and admiring you with tender eyes.

“You kept it? As in, you still have it? Why? We weren’t even really anything back when I did that.”

“Told you, bebita, got a big ol’ crush on you.”

It’s another couple of hours and only a few drinks later that the bartender makes their rounds to announce closing. Your conversation took most of your attention for the evening, gently taking Javi’s wrist and checking the time on his watch.

“God, I didn’t even realize how late it was. Feels like it’s only been like an hour since we got here,” you laugh quietly as Javi signs the check, leaning over and pressing a supple kiss to his lips, “Thank you for tonight.”

A couple more kisses are shared before he leans back, smiling softly at you, “Thank you, bebita. I really like spending time with you.”

You slip out of the booth first and watch as Javi stands, groaning quietly before his hands find you again, wrapping you up close to him as you both make your way out of the bar.

“You need a ride home, angel?”

A tingle settles in the back of your neck, blossoming across your whole body as you look at him with your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Actually, I was thinkin’ that maybe we could keep tonight going. Maybe you could show me your place?” Eyebrows raised, you wait for his response as it slowly registers for him, an eager nod bobbing his head up and down.

“Yeah, yeah. Definitely. My place.”

Javier knows he drove as if he was in the streets of Colombia again; speeding when he could and on the edge of his seat, nerves fried from the excitement and adrenaline he felt.

But there isn’t a part of him that regrets it, opening the door to his apartment and letting you in ahead of him. You glance around the space, setting your bag down on the kitchen counter next to you as he walks up behind you after locking the door.

Hooking his arms around your waist, you turn around to face him, biting back you grin as he meets your eyes. Fingertips coast across your back, palms moving to your hips and tugging you to press against him.

“What d’ya think of the place, hm?”

“S’nice. But you haven’t given me a tour, wanna see your room.”

“Yeah? I’ll show you, bebita.” He smirks as he meets your lips with his in a heavy kiss, hands at your hips gripping tighter and starting to walk you backward. A muffled whimper parts your lips enough for him to lick into your mouth, both moaning as your tongues meld together. All the way back to his bedroom, he hasn’t taken his lips from yours. Crossing the threshold, he pulls his lips away, trailing heady kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

You stretch back and gasp with a sharp inhale as he bites at the base of your neck, nipping and soothing the marks with his tongue. A glance around his room proves you right from your guesses about how he keeps his space: minimal decoration, one or two photos strewn around, and warm wooden furniture with dark toned bedding and soft furnishings. It’s welcoming, but a bit sad that he doesn’t have much expression. The difference between his and your place is a bit astounding.

What will he think when he sees yours?

When he sees yours? God, no one has ever been to yours out of all your arrangements and with one night with him you’re going to already be calling him to come over.

It feels a bit out of your control at the moment, your imagination running wild with feelings that are tamped down inside. Something snaps back into place in your mind, closing that part off and begging you to get some control of the situation. Lacing your fingers in his hair, you pull him out from the crook of your neck, smirking at him and kissing him, leading with much more fervor than before.

He bends to your guide, letting you lead him back to his bed, sitting down at the edge when his knees hit the mattress. Pawing at your waist, hips, and grabbing handfuls of your ass, Javi groans against your lips and pulls away only enough to speak.

“Can I take this pretty dress off, angel?”

You nod, a soft ‘yes’ breathed out in response before the material is being pulled over your head and tossed to the side along with the small shrug cardigan you were wearing. Javi’s eyes drink in your body greedily, standing before him in some off-white lingerie. His tongue swipes along his bottom lip, hands moving of their own volition as they run over your curves and thighs, settling under the cups holding up your breasts.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, bebita. Did you wear this for me?” Hands squeeze your breasts over the lace, a whimper involuntarily sounding at the feeling of his hands on you.

“Yeah, yeah I did. Thought you would like it.”

“Mm, I love it, mi bebita. But I want to take this off of you, can I? I wanna see you, amante.” The band of your bra guides him around to your back, fingers tracing over the clasp.

“You have to take this off then.” You tug on his button up under the jacket he still has on, letting him unclasp your bra and slide it down your arms to discard where your dress ended up. Before he can make any move for your newly bare skin, you lift your arms and start to unbutton his shirt. Javi shrugs off his jacket while you work his buttons, grabbing you by the swell of your ass and pulling you down to straddle his denim covered bulge.

“God, babygirl, wanted you so bad. Y’know I couldn’t get my dirty thoughts about you out of my head, every single class,” his voice gets muffled as he nibbles at the crook of your neck again, making you giggle smugly.

“Is that right? What would you think about?” The last button slips through the hole, allowing you to push the fabric off of his shoulders and leaving it to fall back onto the bed. Your own hands roam across his sturdy, solid chest and broad shoulders, down to his soft tummy. Leaning in, your own lips work at his jaw, starting a slow roll of your hips against his hardness.

“Fuck…” he exhales before his head falls back, voice rumbling from his chest and coated with arousal, “Thought about—Thought about what kind of sounds you’d make for me, if you tasted as sweet as you act…Thought many, many times about what that mouth of yours would look like around my cock…”

Even his words cause you to whimper, chastising yourself internally for the hold he has on you. Peeling yourself away, you stand up in front of him, folding over to kiss him sweet and slow before you drop to your knees.

“I can show you what it looks like, Javi, if you want.”

No one else has made you ever feel like this, and it is terrifying.

And you’re going to whatever you can to disarm this feeling inside of you.

“Oh, hell yes — I mean, yes, please. Quiero verlo, por favor (I want to see it, please).” Javi can hear how desperate he sounds in the moment, aching for some relief and salivating over the view of you on your knees in front of him.

Inching closer, you spread his legs apart to settle between them. Featherlight kisses pressed against his thighs and up to his crotch, shuddering out a breath as your lips ghost along the outline of his cock. You rub your cheek against the bulge, whining to yourself before nimble fingers open his belt buckle, pop the button and drag the zipper down on his jeans. He helps you out by lifting his hips, your hands hooking together his jeans and briefs to tug them down to his ankles.

Javier kicks one of his ankles out, looking down at you, licking your lips and smiling up at him. His brain short circuits as he watches you move your head over his cock, dribbling saliva onto it before wrapping your hand around and starting slow, teasing strokes.

“Knew you were a pretty man, but you really are pretty everywhere,” he exhales sharply when your thumb circles the head of his cock, shaking his head at your devious smirk.

“Y’like it, bebita? S’all yours. Lemme feel that little mouth of yours.”

On the next downstroke you make, you flick your tongue against his tip before taking it in your mouth. He shudders out a quiet moan, keeping his eyes glued to you as you take a few more of his inches and swirl your tongue around him.

“You look even better than I imagined sucking my cock, angel. Fucking hell, babygirl, jus’like that.” He exhales content when you have most of him in your mouth, cheeks hollowed out. Your hand continues to work around the base of him, a rhythm being built with the bobbing of your head.

“Mm, such a good girl. Taking my cock so well, bebita, feels so good…” Javi’s hands itch to touch you, one running down the column of your throat before it snakes around to the nape of your neck. The other brushes baby hairs from your face, smirking down at you. “Think you can handle all of me, angel? Your mouth feels so fucking good, I want all of it. Want to feel me hit right here…”

His words are punctuated with the hand at your hair trailing down to your throat, gently running his thumb back and forth over the center of it.

“Can you take it? Be my good little slut?”

It’s not the first time you’ve been in this scenario and been called something of the sort, but it is definitely the first time that the words shoot straight to your cunt, flooding between your legs. A whimper is stifled around his cock and his eyebrow quirks, hand petting at the back of your neck.

“Does mi bebita like being called my little slut? Mi zorrita (My little slut)? Knew you were gonna be so good at sucking my cock when I first saw you in your little plaid skirt and that tight fucking t-shirt of yours. And with those glossy plush lips of yours. You wanted to get my attention didn’t you?”

In response, you hum and take him all, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. You hold back a gag, tears filling your eyes as you breathe through your nose and dig your nails into his thighs.

“Oh, fuck yes! Fuck, fuck, yeah jus’like, angel. Oh, so good for me, bebita. So fucking good.” Javi’s hips jerk off the bed, pushing him further into your throat and hitting harder at the back of it. You really gag around him, the sensation causing a loud moan from him and his head rolling back. The hand at your neck clutches tighter, thrusts of his hips moving him subtly.

With a vice grip on his thighs, nearly drawing blood, he stills and you pull off for a breath. Heavy inhales and exhales fill your lungs with air as he pets your head while you stroke his cock covered in your spit.

“Y’okay, mi bebita?” When you nod and sigh out a tiny ‘yes’, he takes your chin between his fingers and tugs it open once your breathing is steadied. “You gonna keep being my perfect, sweet slut for me, angel? You’re such a good girl. Look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

“Mhm, I wanna make you come, Javi. Please.”

With a dark chuckle he nods, one hand stilling yours on his length and guiding it back to your open mouth, “G’head, bebita, be a good girl and make me come.”

Your need to please him clicks on, eagerly licking up the underside of him as you stroke him faster. Getting as close as you can, you take one of his balls in your mouth, rolling your tongue around before giving the same attention to the other and releasing it with a pop. Above you, Javi’s chest is moving quickly with deep breaths, some moans slipping out when it feels too good.

You take all of him again, swallowing around him and gagging, taking all the small thrusts he jerks out. Tears fall down your cheeks and he whispers praises in the same breaths as the filthiest things, all of it making the ache between your thighs worse.

Fuck him for making you so fucking turned on you’re going to have to fuck your vibrator when you get home.

“Mhm, yeah, good girl. Fuck, m’close, angel, keep going. Please, oh shit, yeah—”His own adlibs are interrupted by his loud, rumbling moan as he holds your head and starts to come. Ropes of his release fill your mouth, Javi gently pulling his cock out and you closing your mouth to keep it all in.

“Lemme see, bebita, wanna see you with my come in your mouth.” His voice is breathy as he recovers, jaw dropping slightly open in awe when you show him. Rolling it on your tongue he swipes the few beads that leaked out and sticks his thumb in between your lips. “Swallow.”

Following his orders, you swallow all of his spend, catching your breath when he pulls his thumb from your mouth. You pat his thighs and stand, taking one step to go put on your dress when his hand reaches out to stop you, holding your hip.

“Where d’you think you’re going?” His brows knit together, mouth tugged down at the corners. You look at him equally confused, turning toward him and point to your clothes.

“Getting dressed?”

“Why?”

“Cause you finished?”

“What?”

“What d’you mean ‘what’?”

“What d’you mean ‘cause you finished’?”

“I mean, thought we were done here. Unless you want me to stay until you can go again…?”

“Angel, respectfully, what the hell are you on about? Why the hell would I let you leave my fucking room, let alone my apartment and go home, and not have gotten the chance to even touch you?”

You stutter for a moment, taken aback by his adamant questioning. Never has this happened before with any of your other clients, normally getting them off with your mouth or by fucking them, but never did they want you to stick around for them to make you come.

“Bebita, beautiful, may I please taste you? Been dreaming about it for weeks…”

“Um, I do want you to but you don’t have to feel obligated. I mean normally it doesn’t happen—”

There’s that same flash of anger in his chest that he’s felt with you before, too jaded to be able to see what you’re really worth.

Fucking golden, that’s what you are. Any man who’s been with you, arranged or not, should be so fucking lucky to see you come undone.

“Okay, fuck whoever has made you feel like you don’t deserve that. I don’t feel obligated or anything of the sort, I want to. I’m begging, bebita, please, let me make you feel good.” His hands run up and down from your thighs to your hips, Javi looking up at you from his seat on the bed with those rounded, softened puppy eyes.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes, okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Javi, if you ask again, I will actually get dres—“

“No, nope, no. I’ll shut up, just c’mere.” His hands palm your ass, toying with the lace of your panties and moving you between his legs. Kisses are peppered on your abdomen, blowing his breath across your skin and raising goosebumps. His nose presses into your skin as he gently nips and sucks and soothes different spots; your fingers run through his hair, pushing it away from his forehead.

“Javi…”

“So soft, angel,” he hums, vibrations sent across your torso before he’s standing, turning you both around quickly and guiding you back onto the bed, “Lay back, bebita. M’gonna take care of you.”

There’s a stirring in your gut, nerves high as you scoot back on his mattress. Javi climbs over you, crowding you back against the duvet as he catches your lips with his. Heady kisses are exchanged, one of his large hands coming to your chest and squeezing gently before he pulls off of your mouth and latches his lips to your pebbled nipple.

A whimper cuts out in your throat, holding back as much as you can to stay quiet. Javi mirrors his actions on your other breast before scooting down your abdomen, littering kisses until he settles between your legs. Two of his fingers hook in your panties, pulling them off of you and tossing them aside. Awe fills his eyes as he spreads your folds, licking his lips hungrily.

“Made such a mess, angel. Fucking drenched for me. You were gonna leave all riled up like this, bebita?” His tongue tsks behind his teeth, shaking his head disapprovingly. “Such a good, perfect girl like you doesn’t deserve to have to take care of herself. That’s what I’m here for, cariño.”

Your response catches in your throat when his fingers rub circles into your clit, smirk raising on his face when your own contorts with pleasure. The heel of his palm takes over when his thick fingers tease your entrance, one slowly filling you up and thrusting in and out at a lazy pace.

More wetness pools between your legs, seeping from your cunt and allows Javi to add a second finger, the slight stretch making you wiggle below him. His eyes are glued to your pussy, mesmerized by the sight of his fingers fucking your tight hole, spreading and opening his fingers for a wide stretch.

Javi folds over, saliva coating his mouth as he dives for a taste of you, mouth attaching to your clit and sucking gently.

More whimpers leave your mouth involuntarily as pressure builds inside, Javi pulling away only to acknowledge your feelings.

“I know, bebita, I know. Gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

Obscene noises, lewd and wanton, fill the room as his fingers fuck into the wetness seeping out of your cunt. It’s all you can hear as you hold in your own noises, feeling like if you opened your mouth, his neighbors would think he was making a porno.

His attention is focused back on your pussy, thrusting his fingers into you a tiny bit faster and sucking your clit harder. Your hands clutch the top of his hair, tugging and pulling as he brings you to the edge, pathetically quickly to you, but it’s been a long time since someone else has touched you with such an attentive attitude.

A satisfied hum is felt against your folds, suckling noises filling the air as Javi attempts to drink all that you have to offer him.

“Taste so fucking good, angel. Like heaven.”

His mouth and fingers don’t leave you after the first one; the sight of you coming undone for him flipped something inside, and he is desperate to see it again. He moves faster this time, building off of what he’s already learned you like from him. Fingers hook against that spot inside of you, jerking your hips up off the bed as his tongue flicks over your clit, licking like a kitten lapping milk.

Still burning from your first orgasm, your hands tangled in his hair attempt to pull him away from your cunt, desperate for a break as new pressure, more intense than the first go-round, floods inside of you and makes every muscle ache. Javi grunts at your attempts, his free hand gathering both of your weakened wrists in one grip and pressing them into your lower abdomen. The press from both sides, hands on your stomach and fingers inside of you, adds to the tangible tension covering you.

His fingers and tongue swap, licking into your entrance and fucking you on his mouth with his nose nudging your clit. A finger teases your tighter hole, muscle contracting and breath caught in your throat as he repeats all of the motions over and over.

As your second orgasm builds inside of you, a tight coil winding around and around in your gut, you attempt to hold in your sounds. You think, because in the past it’s been all about your client’s pleasure, you need to stay quiet, letting Javi do whatever he wants to you without an interruption from you.

Attempting to stay quiet for him, you writhe under him, his grip on your wrists tightening as you try to lessen the stimulation from him between your legs. Pleasure blankets your body, tiny sobs wracking your body as you try to let your moans die in your throat. Javi feels the convulsions of your abdomen, hearing the little sounds from you and pulling his mouth away to look at you properly.

Brows furrowed, skin sheened with sweat and frustration evident in your expression and tension from the stimulation he’s giving you. The two fingers that were inside of you move up to press in between your lips, hooking his fingers behind your bottom teeth and opening your mouth.

“Oh, baby, feels good, yeah? Your body wants you to make some noise, huh? Moans, whimpers?” Your whines answer him enough, fingers still holding your mouth open. “Don’t hold back. Want you to be fucking loud for me, bebita. Wanna hear you. Hear those pretty sounds you make when you fall apart on my tongue.”

He slinks down your body again, replacing his fingers inside of you with his muscular tongue, fucking in and out of you at an agonizing pace. Slow, deliberate circles on your clit twists your insides tighter and tighter, unable to hold back your sounds anymore.

Whimpers lift your chest up and down shallowly, Javi’s name leaving your mouth like a prayer. Without your hands to hold him closer, you lift your hips and grind against your mouth, gasping at the vibration of his own moan against your cunt.

“Javi, oh my god, please. Need a little bit more, please.” You beg, wiggling under him and being pressed into the mattress by his hand gripping your wrists against your stomach.

The second time around comes much quicker, your push clenching around his tongue as you come, whining from the pleasure melting into your muscles.

“Fuck, Javi…” you say with a sigh, lifting up to look at him still between your legs. His fingers coast along your dripping folds, sensitivity jerking your hips and thighs as he smirks smugly at the sight. Greed fills his eyes when he meets your gaze, licking his lips as he kisses the curls on your mound.

“One more.”

“Javi, I don’t think—“

“One more, bebita, por favor. Please.”

His tongue swipes over your clit, gathering your wetness and swirling the muscle around the sensitive bundle of nerves. A kiss pressed there makes a whine leave your mouth, encouragement for him to start playing with your pussy again.

“You can do it for me, bebita. One more and that’s it.” Two of his fingers easily slip inside of you from your come coating your folds, a languid and lazy pace building up to something more steady as your whines and whimpers grow louder.

“Yeah, tell me about it, baby. How good does it feel?”

“So—so good. Can’t even, fuck, can’t even think straight.”

“Mm, such a good girl for me. Relax, bebita, I’m gonna take care of you again.”

The pace he built is plateaued to build your stimulation before he picks up more speed. His two fingers move quickly, hooking inside of you to press against that spot inside of you repeatedly. His tongue on your clit circles in sync, your mind solely on the sensations he’s providing you. The rest of your body is heavy from the two previous orgasms, unable to fight the overstimulation as he fucks his thick fingers into you at a delicious pace.

An overwhelming warm feeling drops to your pelvic area, feeling familiar and putting you on edge as you try to get him to release your hands to try to push his face away when Javi adds his tongue to your entrance with his fingers.

“Fuck, Javi! Stop I’m gonna — Oh my god, it feels different, feels like—like I’m gonna pee.”

His fingers continue as he pulls his mouth away to rumble out his words, coated in arousal.

“S’okay, bebita, just trust me. Relax, baby, let it happen.”

His voice is gentle and reassuring, skepticism still present as you focus on the pleasure again, burning hot in your torso. Your body relaxes again, his hand pressing your wrist into your lower stomach and fingers hitting the roughened spot inside of you while sobs wrack your body.

Pleasure blinds you as it finally overtakes, his name erupting from your chest in a moan. A warm, liquid feeling spreads across your body, feeling a much more intense release that makes you squeeze your eyes shut, flipping your hands over in Javi’s to hold him tightly.

Opening up your eyes again, you look down your body to Javi lifting his head from between your legs, damp across the lower half of his face and the same glistening on his neck. You wiggle again feeling a large wet spot under you and immediately feeling your stomach drop when you realize what happened.

“Mierda, bebita. So fucking sexy. Doing that for me the first time, m’gonna wanna be greedy and see you do it every time now.” You hide your face in your hands, shaking your head and feeling heat spread across your face and neck.

“I’ve never—” you barely manage to breathe out the two words, Javi leaning his head on your thigh as he stays mesmerized by the sight of your dripping cunt.

“Nuh uh, angel, don’t be shy. Fucking loved it.” He turns to press a kiss on your inner thigh, nuzzling his nose against the pillowy skin.

There’s no thoughts in your head, no words in your mind as you catch your breath following your last orgasm. Your chest heaves, quick inhales to fill your lungs and replenish the oxygen in your blood to get your brain started again.

Clarity spreads in your consciousness, hearing Javi’s voice from between your legs, “What do you say, bebita?”

Brows knit together, you move to sit up and support yourself on your hands, you sigh out as you look down at him. “Huh?”

“Where are your manners, angel? What do you say?” Awaiting your response, he punctuates his question with a swipe of his tongue over your ultra sensitive clit, making your thighs quiver and hips attempt to jerk away from his hold.

Attempting to follow his questioning, you take another second before timidly saying, “Thank you?”

“That’s my good girl.” His smirk grows as he climbs over you again, kissing you gently. A tender look filled with affection faces you, Javi gently running his fingers over your skin. Silence falls between you two before you’re nodding for him to stand, getting off of his bed and looking around for your underwear.

“Um, d’you wanna stay? You can if you’d like to. I mean, I’d like you to if you’re comfortable with it. Jus’thought you might wanna cause it’s late.”

You want to. You definitely want to.

But you shouldn’t. You can’t.

That’s a far more personal line, an intimacy of falling asleep with him and waking up in the morning that has your heart pumping but your mind yelling at you that this is still your job, no matter what feelings are involved.

“Oh, um, next time? I have so much to do in the morning and I have a feeling if I stayed, I probably wouldn’t go home until Monday.” You smile sweetly at him, stepping into your panties and grabbing your bra off the floor.

Javi chuckles and nods, stepping over to you and hooking his arms behind your back. “Probably right about that, angel.”

You give him a peck and reach behind you to clasp your bra, adjusting the straps to your shoulders. Javi steps away from you, grabbing his briefs and jeans, starting to gets dressed himself.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting dressed?”

“Why?”

“To drive you home?”

“You don’t have to do that. I can take the bus or a cab.”

“You’re not taking anything besides a ride in my car from me. S’late and I’m not letting you go home alone.”

“Really, Javi, you don’t have to drive me. I can manage.”

Why is he so stubborn?

You attempt to ignore the warmth his protectiveness is blanketing you in, shoving it all into the neat little box you’re attempting to keep everything Javi in.

He watches as you pick up your dress, sighing to himself and shaking his head as he finds himself wishing you would stay tonight. But if you aren’t staying, there’s no way in hell he was letting you walk out the door without him in tow to get you home safely. He wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight otherwise, but if he told you that, he thinks you’d be out the door before he could blink.

Why are you so stubborn?

“I know you can. I trust you, I don’t trust everyone else. Sorry, bebita, but m’not arguing with you.” He zips and buttons his jeans before reaching for a white t-shirt on the back of his desk chair and pulling it over his head as you put your dress back on along with your sweater.

“Okay, okay. You can drive me if it makes you feel better.” You finish fixing your clothes and start to head toward the front door to get your bag and shoes. Before you can leave his room, his arm blocks your way out of the doorway, you turning your head to face him.

“It would make me feel better. Thank you, baby.” He smiles subtly, trying to get a grin out of you and succeeding. Heartbeats run at the same speeds in your chests, unknowingly, as you take a moment to look into each other’s eyes. Within the next second, Javi kisses you one last time before dropping his arm and following you out of his room. Both of you get your shoes on, you grabbing your bag and heading out of his apartment and to his car.

The engine cuts in front of your building, Javi jumping out before you can say goodnight and circling around the hood of the car to open the passenger side door. He shuts it behind you and takes your hand, looking both ways before leading you across the street. Standing behind you, closest to the street, as you unlock the three flat’s front door, you take his hand this time, pulling him inside and up the stairs. At the second floor, you slow in front of your door and turn around to him, biting your bottom lip as he gives you a sleepy grin.

“Thank you for letting me bring you home safe. Now I might be able to sleep tonight,” he chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead, “And thank you for coming out with me tonight. Really enjoyed myself, bebita.”

“I enjoyed myself too, Javi. Thank you for tonight. Like, really, thank you.” You double down, the message received from the repeated ‘thanks’ that are insinuating your gratitude for how the two of you ended the night.

“My pleasure, angel.” He laughs with you, quietly as to not disturb your neighbors before he tugs you into his chest, tilting his chin in to kiss you sweetly.

You pout when he pulls away first, grinning when he pecks your pushed out lips.

“Goodnight, mi bebita. I’ll call you tomorrow? See how all the homework’s coming along?” He smirks as he taps your ass, unraveling from you to let you unlock your door.

“Night, Javi. Talk tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow, angel. Sleep well.”

“You too.”

Stepping inside and closing the door behind you, both of you turn away on either side of the door; you head to your room and he heads back to his car, both replaying the night over and over again, having the same thought:

This is different from anything else before.

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and they were roommates - ch. 6

➸ pairings: jungkook x reader/taehyung x reader ➸ genre: strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, eventual angst, eventual smut, fluff, pretty much everything . college!jungkook AU, college!taehyung AU, tsundere! jungkook, warm personality taehyung, slowburn

➸ word count: 17.9k (yeEHHHH ALL FOR YOU GUYS) ➸ chapter summary: the one where everyone is oblivious as fuck to their own feelings ➸ chapter warnings: small mention/asking of domestic abuse, smut (finally), lots of y/n crying :(, asshole jungkook, stupid jungkook, stupid taehyung, adorable taehyung, slight y/n x namjoon 👀 ➸ series summary: it all started with a rejection from your longtime crush, jeon jungkook. you decided to confess to him on your last day of high school. after a harsh rejection and a rough summer dealing with the heartbreak, you were starting anew once your freshman year of college came. you were going to be sharing an apartment with two other roommates that you don’t even know. what a surprise you’re going to be in for once you find out it’s the one and only: jeon jungkook and kim taehyung.

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6

Monday morning rolls around, kicking off the final week of October. Halloween was just days away from now and you could practically taste all of the sugar from the candy and feel all of the cavities forming in your teeth once you, Taehyung, and Jimin binge on all of the Halloween candies while watching spooky movies that you all plan on watching together.

You were starting off your Monday with Hoseok and Yoongi, while drinking your pumpkin spiced lattes together outside, sitting on a table that was in front of your local Starbucks. “You haven’t truly experienced autumn if we haven’t tried Starbucks pumpkin spiced lattes at least once.” Hoseok took a long sip of his hot drink. “Shut up, Hoseok.” Yoongi groaned, rubbing his eyes. You snorted at that which caused Hoseok to look at you. “Why are you laughing? Isn’t this your first time having anything that wasn’t an iced mocha ever since the day we’ve met?” You rolled your eyes at Hoseok’s retaliation and just silently sipped on your latte.

“So how did the two of you spend your weekend? Other than leaving me alone so that the two of you could play videogames together til dawn.”

Yoongi smirked at you. “You’re just jealous that you have no one else to play video games with like we do.” You scoffed. “I don’t even like playing videogames in the first place!” you shot back, making Yoongi laugh at your annoyance with him. “We basically spent all Friday night chilling inside the PC cafe. Saturday and Sunday, I was just studying and working on my internships.” Yoongi finally answered.

“You’re such a nerd, Yoongi. So what I’m hearing is that all you did was play computer games and homework?” you teased, making Yoongi roll his eyes at you as his response. “I’ve been job-hunting all weekend. Literally, why is nobody hiring right now? We’re two months away from Christmas season! They should be hiring for seasonals or whatever.” Hoseok pouted and sighed. You perked up at the idea of looking for a job. “What kind of places have you been applying at?” You asked him.

“I’ve heard that servers make pretty good money, especially if they work at a really demanding and popular restaurant. They can practically pay off rent in Seoul from the amount of tips that they make.” Suddenly, Hoseok’s eyes grew into saucers. “I’m so dumb! Doesn’t your friend Taehyung work at that cafe down the street from campus? Do you think he could hook me up with a job?” Hoseok grabbed onto your arm and looked at you with his pleading eyes.

You shrugged and gave him an uneasy look. “I mean I could try and ask. Taehyung does make a lot of money from that job. It’s probably because he has such a suitable personality as a server.” You smiled. Hoseok gave you a teasing glare and nudged on your arm. “Look at you talking about his ‘suitable personality’. Are you falling in love with him yet?” You snorted at Hoseok’s crazy words and shook your head. “What? I’m just saying how Taehyung has the right personality to be a server! He knows how to make people feel comfortable and he’s genuinely a people person.” You went on to continue complimenting Taehyung’s personality. You certainly weren’t helping yourself to not make it seem as if you were drooling over him.

Hoseok’s teasing glare deepened and he looked at you with interest. “I see that you’ve certainly gotten to know his personality a lot more recently. What did you two do this weekend?” Hoseok wriggled his brows, causing Yoongi to playfully slap his chest.

You laughed nervously. “Hoseok, nothing went down between us. All we did was just hang out a lot with Jungkook and Jimin at this amusement park or whatever.” you said, nonchalantly. Yoongi and Hoseok’s eyebrows furrowed at the unfamiliar name of ‘Jimin’.

“Who’s Jimin?” Yoongi asked. “Oh! I forgot to mention about him to you guys. Jimin’s like Tae’s and Jungkook’s childhood best friend who’s gonna be staying with us for awhile. He just moved up here to Seoul from Busan.” you explained to the confused couple. Yoongi snickered at you, causing you to give him a bewildered look. “What?”

“You’re surrounded by so much dick, ___. How have you not gone feral yet?” Hoseok nodded in agreement with his boyfriend. You scoffed and let out a laugh. “Why does everyone expect sex to happen if a girl and a guy are living together? We’re literally all just friends!” You defended yourself. “Oh yeah? Then show us a picture of him.” Hoseok demanded. You sighed but obliged to his request either way. You went to Jimin’s Instagram profile that you had just recently began following a few days ago (due to him forcing you to follow him on all of his social medias) and scrolled to find his most recent selfie. Finally, you had found one.

“Here”.

It was a picture of Jimin laying down on a bed, with a dog sitting right next to him. It was taken back when he had been living in Busan. You shoved the picture in front of your two friends. Yoongi and Hoseok’s eyes immediately widened. “___! Are you stupid? He’s hot.” Hoseok exclaimed. You rolled your eyes at him and his words. “I just met him, Hoseok. I’m not the kind of girl that would immediately suck a guy’s dick just because he’s hot. He has to deserve it.” you winked at them, causing both boys to laugh at you. “Stop playing, __. You’re not the type to suck dick at all.” Yoongi laughed. “Maybe I’ve already sucked dick before; you’ll never know.” Hoseok squealed at your words and playfully slapped yout arms. “So? You never told us what went down during your weekend with your three boyfriends. How’d everything go?” Hoseok tried to re-focus on the previous conversation.

“Nothing, Hoseok. The day Jimin had arrived, the boys went off to go clubbing, remember? That was when I called you to come over. And then, suddenly Jungkook ended up coming back home and--,” you stopped yourself from continuing the sentence. You were unsure if you should tell Hoseok and Yoongi about the intimate conversation that you and Jungkook had shared that night. “He came back home and what?” Hoseok urged you continue.

“Um. He came back home and..we sort of just talked. Like regular human beings. We didn’t fight or anything.” You quickly summarized for them, not wanting to say a single personal detail. “What do you mean by ‘talked’?” Yoongi asked, leaning forward to listen to you intently. You shrugged. “I don’t know, we sort of like talked about some personal things going on in our lives and I gave him advice and all that. It felt really intimate.” You admitted, looking back into a distance as you reminisced those moments between you and Jungkook. Yoongi began to smile approvingly. “That makes me glad. I’m glad Jungkook finally found someone that he can act like an actual human being with emotions with.”

Hoseok laughed at him. “You act like you show emotions too, Yoongs. Both you and Jungkook act like you’re some dull, emotionless robots.” You and Hoseok laughed together as you nodded in agreement with his words. Yoongi rolled his eyes at that and ignored his boyfriend’s mocking words. “Anyways, I’m glad that Jungkook was able to open up with you about whatever was going through that little intelligent head of his. I don’t really wanna know what exactly he said to you or whatever, but I am happy to know that he’s let off some stress. The kid’s been acting so tense whenever we would be working together.” Yoongi informed you, a melancholy facial expression had taken over his pale face.

You felt at peace after hearing what Yoongi had to say about Jungkook. Yoongi was right. During the amusement park day, it seemed like as if Jungkook had let loose of whatever stress was eating him up alive and he allowed his outdoor surroundings to take over his body. You began to think if maybe his mother and his choice of major were the main causes of his previous stress.

“So, you didn’t bond more with Taehyung during the past weekend? You bonded with the other one instead? Disappointing.” Hoseok tsked. You gaped your mouth open at that. “Hoseok! Why are you trying so hard to force some unrealistic and nonexistent romance between me and Taehyung?”

Hoseok scoffs at you, annoyed with your obliviousness. “How have you not felt some sort of connection between the two of you? You guys are practically Han and Anna from Frozen; always finishing each other’s sentences and get excited over the littlest things and you both enjoy each other’s company like crazy.”

“But didn’t Han eventually betray Anna in the end?” Yoongi mentioned. Hoseok took a moment to reroute his thoughts and think of another analogy to compare the relationship between you and Taehyung. His silence had you quietly snickering, feeling satisfied that Hoseok had finally shut up about you and Taehyung for once.

“Whatever. You guys know what I mean. To sum it up, I’m Team Taehyung.” “What is this, Twilight? Are we seriously gonna battle over who ___ is best with?” Yoongi complained. “Yes.” Hoseok said. Yoongi sighed and softly chewed on his lower lip. “Well in that case, I’m Team Jungkook.”

You were cringing hard at these words. The fact that both boys are fighting over which guy should be the one for you was embarrassing and revolting at the same time. But that doesn’t mean that you weren’t completely against the fact that Yoongi is rooting for you and Jungkook. Maybe he actually sees something between the two of you. Maybe it isn’t just all in your head for once.

“Jungkook? Why ___ and Jungkook?” Hoseok recoiled. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Hobi, but the kid’s a complete dickhead. He needs someone sweet and soft like ___ to completely neutralize his asshole-ness. Besides, the best couples are the ones who challenge each other to grow to be their best selves. I think he and ___ would be that kind of couple who aren’t gonna be afraid to call each other out on their bullshit and they’ll help each other grow into the best versions of themselves. Someone who can support and love you, especially the ugly side of you. The fact that ___ is still interacting and living with a hardheaded guy like Jungkook just shows that she’s a capable candidate to handle him.” Yoongi explained thoroughly.

Hoseok scoffed. “Capable candidate? What is this, The Bachelors or something?” you teased, finally speaking up. Yoongi’s words had your heart racing at about a thousands miles per second. Was what he said true? Are you someone who he seems is able to handle Jungkook at his good and bad? Is Jungkook the type of guy to be able to handle your worse and your best self? Would the two of you be the kind of couple that will uplift each other and allow each other to challenge yourselves? Is that even an important component in order to be in a successfully long-lasting relationship? Why is love so hard? Why is liking someone like Jungkook so hard?

“Okay well, I gotta go. I have a class that starts in about ten minutes.” you lied. You wanted to find a way to leave this conversation and leave the two boys who won’t stop squabbling over your oh-so-dramatic love life.

“You want us to walk you to class?” Yoongi asked. Your heart always warmed everytime Yoongi offered to walk with you to a certain place. “I’ll be fine, Yoongi. Thanks though.” you gave him a sincere smile and waved goodbye to the couple before heading off to your next “class” aka home.

. . .

You were welcomed to an empty apartment. An extremely messy and empty apartment. Having Jimin here was great and all, but he wasn’t exactly the cleanest guy around. He had spare boxers lying all over the living room, along with some dirty socks and some shirts that were thrown around. You assumed that Jimin was probably busy with something today and rushed to find an outfit -- which was probably why the living room looked as if it was just hit from a tornado full of clothes.

Taehyung was at work and Jungkook must be probably out in his classes as well. You had the entire apartment to yourself and it felt good.

You went off to enter your room and sunk yourself into the soft sheets of your bed. You were bored. There was nothing to do right now. Of course, you had some homework assignments to complete or whatever but they weren’t due for another few days and you wanted to rest for a bit rather than force yourself to work ahead.

Suddenly, a memory of the night when Jungkook had come home drunk from the club ascended back into your mind. It seems as if that night was on a constant loop inside your head. You couldn’t stop thinking about how close you were next to his warm body and how you got to see his soft and vulnerable side. It was such an intimate moment and you couldn't help but to crave more of those moments with Jungkook even more. You wanted to know Jungkook better than you knew yourself. You wanted to be the shoulder he could cry on. You wanted to be the first person Jungkook could come to whenever he had good news, bad news, and sad news. You wanted to be his everything. You wanted Jungkook, so badly.

You groaned in annoyance at the fact that your feelings for him have only just grown to be stronger rather than going away. Your stomach was flipping and flopping, heart was pounding hard against your chest and your breathing had gotten a lot heavier.

You decided to ignore these feelings for him by reaching towards to your laptop and searched up some of the majors that Konkuk had provided, to gain some new ideas of what you could major in.

A part of you didn’t really want to admit it but you had always fantasized the idea of you becoming a screenwriter. You’ve always loved writing as a child and as a young teenager growing up. You haven’t written any sort of fictional or non fictional work in years and you weren’t really too confident with your writing anymore, due to the fact that it’s probably really rusty right now.

You went onto the Konkuk University official website to search up what kind of majors or departments are offering the kinds of writing classes that you’re interested in.

In all honesty, Konkuk wasn’t really the best school to attend to if you’re focusing onto the Liberal Arts. Konkuk was morley focused onto their law program and sciences. The best schools for the film and the arts were SKY Institutions -- Seoul University, Korea University, and Yonsei University -- or the Korean Academy of Film Arts but how the hell were you gonna even allow yourself to apply to such prestigious universities like that? Especially with your mediocre grades from high school.

However, you came across to a certain college that Konkuk offered: The Undergraduate College of Art and Design.

They had a specific department for film and animation. They had its own department for animation as well? Of course, Jungkook was the very first person that you had immediately thought of. Your heart suddenly began to race again: What if Jungkook and I have to take the same classes together?

You read through the instructions of how to apply for the department as thoroughly as you could. You have to have at least a 3.0 GPA average in order to transfer into this department by the time your sophomore year rolls around, along with two professor recommendations. You still have time, right? It was only October.

You reached out for a notebook and wrote a game plan of how to get into this amazing department that was clearly made for you and Jungkook. First, you have to start creating connections with all of your professors -- even the ones you don’t like. Then, you need to make sure that you don’t ever get less than a C on any important exams, quizzes, or quizzes. Fuck, maybe not even less than a B-? After that, you need to find a way to get Jungkook to join this department too so that he could finally achieve his lifelong dream of being an animator.

Although these steps seem to be simple, it truly does require an awful amount of work and effort. Especially with the studying part.

You heard the chime of your apartment door being opened and some heavy sounding footsteps had echoed through. You heard the familiar sound of an exasperated sigh and immediately knew that it was Jungkook who had come home.

You got up from your bed and headed towards to the door. “Hey.” you greeted him. He looked up at you, with a slightly surprised look in his eyes. He had music blaring from his headphones. He reached into his phone that was inside a pocket and quickly paused the music. “Hey.” he replied back, taking out his headphones from his ears.

“You’re home.” you awkwardly say, stating the obvious. Jungkook gave you an annoyed glare and headed towards to the kitchen, immediately raiding the fridge already. He reached inside and grabbed a small can of iced espresso. He indulged the beverage within seconds.

“Wow, someone’s thirsty.” you nervously joke. Jungkook looks at you, examining you and your words. “Why are you being so odd right now?” he asks nonchalantly.

“How am I being cringey?” you furrow your brows at him. “You’re trying to crack some jokes and unsurprisingly, they aren’t really working out for you, are they?” he cocked his head to the side. You scoff at him as a response, and sat down on one of the bar stools that was by the countertop.

“So, how was your day?”

Jungkook wasn’t a fan of small talk. In fact, he wasn’t a fan of any kind of talking at all. He loves silence and loves not interacting with people. He would rather slam his tongue on a car door rather to have this agonizing conversation with you right now.

“It was fine. How was yours?” he asked in an uninterested tone.

“Eh, it was okay.” Jungkook nodded at that, not knowing what to say to such a dry response. “Is there a reason why you’re trying to make small talk right now?” he asked.

You shrugged in response.”What? I’m not allowed to have some chit-chat time with my own roommate?” Jungkook had a feeling that you were hiding something from him. He could tell by how tense your facial expressions were and by how tense your shoulders were as well. Your lips were quivering out of apprehensiveness and you weren’t able to stop the constant tapping of your fingertips against the countertop table.

“Did you break something that belonged to me?” he asked you. A confused look was written across your face. “No? I just said that I’m trying to make some conversation with you.”

Jungkook huffed out a soft sigh. “Well, to be honest, I don’t really want to be having small talk with you right now. I’m not really that kind of person.” He informed you. Normally, what he said would have offended you greatly but your heart was soaring because Jungkook just shared with you about a personal information of his. He told you something interesting about him for once. He doesn’t like small talk. Noted.

“Great, because neither do I!” you admit back, nervously. Jungkook was growing to be even more bothered with you and with this conversation. He was getting ready to just excuse himself and hide inside his room but you had beaten him to it.

“Have you thought of switching to being an animation major yet?” you asked abruptly.

Jungkook shrugged as a response. “Well, you should consider joining this department that Konkuk offers: the department of film and animation. It’s a really good program!” you suggested him, flashing a grin. He couldn’t help but to laugh at your nervous stance. So this was what you were so nervous to ask me. He laughed to himself some more. He took another glance at your anxious body language; all because you were just scared to talk to him about this program. Cute.

“I’ve already heard of it. I researched it too and all that. It’s decent enough for me to get in easily. I don’t know about you, though,” he teased you, causing you to flash him a scowl. “How did you even know about that program?” Jungkook asked, taking another sip of his coffee.

“I’m just trying to find some majors or classes that I can take for a certain subject that I’m interested in, that’s all.” Jungkook gave you a suspicious look. It wasn’t that he cared enough to wonder what major you were thinking of pursuing in, but he was confused as to why you would even try to hide it in the first place.

“Just tell me what major you’re thinking of, ___.” Jungkook rushed.

You sighed, unsure and nervous of telling him. It’s nothing to be embarrassed of, right? Jungkook surly wasn’t afraid to tell you his thoughts too. It was the least that you could do, right?

“I want to do screenwriting.”

Jungkook stared at you, unable to say anything. He couldn’t wrap his head around the idea of you writing television shows or movies or just writing anything at all, period. You’ve never shown or hinted any signs of you having an interest in writing or creating scripts.

“Screenwriting.” is all he says to you. You nod your head. “Do you even write?” he asks suddenly.

“I-I mean, I used to do it a lot when I was younger.” “Younger? So you haven’t done anything since?” Jungkook interrupted. You looked down at your socks, not knowing what to say back.

“I’m not trying to discourage you but you need to be realistic about these sort of things. You can’t just suddenly decide to switch your major to something that you haven’t even considered or studied about in years. You should do some research and ask people around the department of what it even takes to be a screenwriter and what it takes to study screenwriting.” Jungkook advised to you. What caught you off guard was that he didn’t say it to you with attitude or even in a condescending way. He just told you his opinion.

Normally you would be annoyed with what Jungkook had said to you but you couldn’t help but to agree with him. You needed to really confirm with yourself that this is what you really want to do with your life.

“How did you know that you wanted to be an animator?” you croaked out.

“Simple. I know I’m good at it, I know I can do it, and I know that it makes me happy. I know that I’ll die happy doing my dream job,” Jungkook took a step closer to you and huffed out a soft sigh. “The key is confidence within yourself, ___. Confidence that you know that you can tackle this.” His eyes were piercing deeply into yours. His brown specks glistening from the reflection of the ceiling lights. He looked so good standing right in front of you. His stern glare made his soft, plump pink lips be pursed ito a thin line. The way that you were just one step closer to wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips down onto yours -- the urge was just too strong.

You managed to keep your eyes locked on his, lasering your stare deeply. “Well, if you know that you’re so good at it, then why won’t you just change your major already?” you shot back. Jungkook opens his lips to say something but nothing comes out.

“Guess you’re not as confident as you make yourself out to be.” you smile teasingly at him. If Jungkook was bothered with what you said, he was doing a great job at not showing it. Suddenly his serious gaze turned into a melancholy demeanor. “You have a point.” he admits.

As much as you had badly wanted to shout out “I told you so” to Jungkook, you simply couldn’t but feel concerned as to where his sudden mood shift came from. “What?”

“I said, __, you have a point.” he said monotonically. “Surprisingly enough, you said something that’s making me think analytically.” he rolls his eyes, and pokes his tongue into one of his cheeks.

“You’re annoyingly...quick-witted,” Jungkook stays silent for a moment.

“Is it normal to be afraid of doing something out of the ordinary? Is it normal to be afraid of doing something you have never done before? The thought of just...doing something so out of the norm is just fucking gut-wrenching to me.” Jungkook says softly. You listened to him patiently.

“It doesn’t sound like such a big deal when you really think about: deciding whether or not to major in something I’m passionate in or something that my mother is passionate in me doing. It’s like...I can just do whatever the fuck I want and she has no other choice but to get over it one day. But it’s really not that easy for me. I’d rather be an engineer for the rest of my life if it means that I can get to hear my mom say that she was proud of me for once in my life.” Jungkook continued. He stopped himself from rambling and caught a quick glance at you. You were just listening to him. You didn’t look annoyed or bored of his mini vent. You were paying attention to him, you were hearing him out. You were letting him pour his feelings out to you. You were radiating such a soft and comfortable ambiance to him that he didn’t even realize how easily he was able to just say all this to you. Jungkook was starting to feel uncomfortable at the though of being comfortable.

“Do you want me to give my advice real quick?” you asked suddenly. He nodded. “Just be undecided for the time being. I feel like you shouldn’t just impulsively switch if you aren’t 100% comfortable or confident with your decision. There’s no harm in being undecided. It’s normal to be unsure of yourself with what you want and with what you need. You should just take some time with yourself to think things through in order to truly understand what you want. It’s okay to be a little confused right now. I feel like now is the right time and place and age to be confused.”

Jungkook listened to you seriously. He took you seriously and he took your advice seriously. It was the very first time that he was beginning to view you in a different perspective. He was beginning to see another side of you. Jungkook couldn’t help to admit that you had said just the right words that he needed to hear. That what he was feeling is okay.

“Why is it that you’re not as annoying to talk whenever we have such serious talks like this?” he smirks down at you. You gave him your best fake-offended look. “You judge me too harshly, Jungkook.”

Jungkook grew a genuine smile onto his face. And so did you.

. . .

“Uno!” Taehyung belted out, as he tossed his card into the pile of the others. “Fuck you, man.” Jimin cursed at him, angrily throwing his cards on the carpet. You groaned in annoyance, after losing again for the fifth time tonight. Games of any kind were never in your favor.

“Okay, now can we order some food please? I’m starving.” Jimin whined, as he rubbed his growling stomach. “Yeah, me too.” you agreed. You and Jimin were giving Taehyung a look that was the equivalent of giving puppy dog eyes, silently begging him to buy some food.

“Ugh, you two are so whiny,” Taehyung sneered. “What do you guys want to eat?” “Fried chicken.” Jungkook spoke up out of nowhere. “Yes, chicken please!” Jimin agreed.

Taehyung didn’t say anything as he gave all three of you and annoyed glare. He dialed his favorite fried chicken place as he walked off into the kitchen. You snorted at Taehyung’s fake anger because you already knew that deep down, Taehyung really didn’t mind to get dinner for you guys.

“Any luck on your apartment hunting, Jimin?” Jungkook asked him. “Eh, I haven’t really been apartment hunting that much. I know I need to though. I’ve been smooching off on you guys for too long now.” You gently slapped Jimin’s shoulder.

“Hey! You can live here for as long as you need to, Jimin. I love having you around.”

“As much as I love living with you all, I simply cannot stay here any longer. The guilt is eating me up alive.”

Jungkook playfully shoved Jimin. “If we could turn this living room into your new bedroom just so you can live with us permanently, you know that we would.”

“Don’t make me sad, Kook.” Jimin warned. Jungkook smiled at him and went back to shuffling the cards into the deck. “I’m guessing we’re done playing then.” Jimin presumed. “We’ve played like 8 rounds of this fucking game, we better be done. My attention span can’t handle another round.” you sighed hard, running your fingers through your hair.

“Don’t worry, ___, we’re done playing Uno for tonight,” Taehyung said, reappearing back to the living room. “We can all just chill for a bit while waiting for the chicken to deliver.” Everyone agreed and all hopped back onto the couch. There was a bit of an uncomfortable silence settling between the four of you.

Taehyung darted his eyes between you, Jimin and Jungkook.

“I have something to tell you guys.” Taehyung said abruptly. All three of your heads immediately snapped to gain his attention. You all looked at Taehyung’s beady honey brown eyes with anticipation.

“So, remember how I had submitted my self-made film to that contest from awhile back?” Only you and Jungkook had nodded in response. Jimin looked between the two of you, in confusion, and responded back with a shrug.

“Well...I heard back from them this morning,” The three of you leaned in closer to him, desperately waiting for Taehyung to finish his sentence.

“And?” You asked.

Taehyung had an indescribable look on his face. It was a very intense bittersweet appearance plastered on him. “And…,”

“I got selected to be one of the finalists.” Taehyung finally announced. You immediately jumped into the air and squealed. You didn’t hesitate to run straight into him and suffocate him in inside your arms.

“No freaking way, Tae! What the fuck?!” was all you could manage to say. Suddenly, you felt another body wrap around behind your back, with their arms interlocking both you and Taehyung’s bodies together. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about but I’m so proud of you!” Jimin,the one that was wrapping you and Taehyung together, yelled over your squealing.

Taehyung couldn’t help but beam widely and laugh at the both of your reactions.

“Taehyung, you’re so amazing! There is seriously nothing that you can’t do.” you squished Taehyung even harder, causing him to laugh out loud from the sudden pressure.

Jimin finally released the two of you from his embrace, stepping back to watch Taehyung smile and laugh from the love he’s receiving.

Jungkook finally stood up from the couch and walked over to his brother. You were still squeezing Taehyung, unable to release him from the shackles of your arms.

Jungkook took a quick glance at you and your wide grin that seemed to have been glued onto your face for five minutes straight. “How am I gonna be able to congratulate you with this thing wrapped all around you?” Jungkook sneered, causing Jimin and Taehyung to chuckle.

“___, enough already. You’re causing Tae to turn blue.” Jimin yanked you off from Taehyung’s warm body and pulled you next to him instead.

Jungkook approached his brother and patted on his shoulder, approvingly. “I’m not surprised, hyung. This is well deserved.” Jungkook grinned at his older brother. Taehyung grinned back at him, with possible tears welling up in his eyes. “Nevermind, you’re about to cry.” Jungkook looked disgusted and backed away from him, causing snorting to erupt from Jimin. “No idea that that Tae was the crying type.” you teased Taehyung. Taehyung embarrassedly dabbed his eyes and ran his fingers through hair nervously.

“If you guys are done bullying me, I can tell you when the date of the film festival is.” This caused both you and Jimin to shut up. “So, it’s like tonight.” he shyly admits. “Annoying,” Jungkook muttered under his breath. “Why would you announce this last minute? I have an exam to study for.” Jungkook continued, raising a voice a bit. Taehyung went from nervously ruffling his hair to nervously scratching the back of his neck. “I thought it would be cool to dramatically say the news.” He pouted slightly.

Jimin clicked his teeth and patted his hands onto Taehyung’s shoulder loudly. “Who cares about that nerd. I am so down to go celebrate your work tonight!” Jimin encouraged. You took a quick glance at Jungkook after Jimin’s “nerd” comment and he just smirked and rolled his eyes.

You walked back up to Taehyung and grabbed his hands. “I’m with Jimin! I also have some stuff to do for but its not as important as watching your hard work, Tae.” you grinned up at him. Taehyung smiled back at you and Jimin. His eyes went back to Jungkook’s annoyed face. “Kook, can you please consider joining us tonight?” Taehyung pleaded his little brother. Jungkook groaned and tilted his back, clenching his jaw in even more annoyance. “You know I hate last minute plans.” “Oh come on, live a little. Your exam isn’t even until next week, I don’t know why you wanna study so early.” Jimin scolded the young boy. Jungkook pressed his thin lips in a straight line, being left horribly speechless. You and Taehyung snorted quietly. “Whatever.” was all Jungkook mumbled. The three hopped over to Jungkook and jumped together out of happiness; only annoying Jungkook even more :)

. . .

“Hurry up, __!” Jimin called out to you from your room. “I’m coming!” You yelled back. You were putting on the final touches to your outfit; accessorizing your Maveric Fresh goth mesh black long sleeve mini dress with your silver stud earrings and your favorite statement silver necklace and rings.

You blended your lipstick color by dabbing your fingers softly on your plush lips one last time before finally grabbing your purse and leaving. The festival required a “fancy” dress code, leaving you excited yet nervous because it was the first time that the boys would be seeing you outside of your usual sweats and hoodies. You entered the doorway where the three boys were waiting for you. They were in the middle of a conversation until your soft “I’m ready” snapped them out of their chat.

Immediately, Jimin whistled at you and grinned. “Okay, sexy mama!” You visibly cringed and laughed awkwardly. “Please don’t ever call me that again.”

From the moment Taehyung laid his eyes on you, he could not breathe. He could not stop staring at you. It felt as if time had stopped for a brief second. For the first time ever, Taehyung had begun seeing you as a woman rather than just a friend. And he didn’t not like it. So pretty… He thought to himself. His eyes studied you everywhere: from your head, to your slightly exposed breasts, all the way down to your black strappy heels. “You look great, ___.” He finally said. You blush and smile at him. “Thanks, Tae.”

You had slowly slurred your eyes over at Jungkook to see if he was possibly giving you a mocking glare or rolling his eyes at you. But you were surprised to catch his eyes glued onto you, with a clenched jaw. It looked almost as if he was upset with you. His stare made you nervous–in an anxious way– and you immediately darted your eyes away from him. “Let’s get going.” Taehyung spoke up, and opened the front door, letting his three roommates go in front of him first.

The commute to the film festival was about thirty minutes long. Throughout the bus ride there, you and Jimin sat next together and took turns sharing about your childhood history, what high school was like and how stupid college is. You were surprised that a below average student like you could relate to Jimin’s 4.0-perfect-student personality and attitude towards school.

Taehyung and Jungkook sat next to each other, sitting right behind you and Jimin, and sat in complete yet comfortable but also slightly uncomfortable silence the entire time.

The bus finally stopped at the location where the film festival was located at, and the four of you hopped out of the bus. “Wow..” Taehyung’s eyes glimmered around the festival. The sky was transitioning to a beautifully orangish-pink sunset, and the large green landscape was sprinkled with white fairy lights strung all around; there were rows of black lawn chairs organized, a large podium and stage built, and right behind it was a large projector screen that will be showcasing the nominee’s short films. Behind the lawn chairs were a large table full of champagne glasses and bottles, and pots full of food that Taehyung assumes will be provided for all guests and nominees.

“I can’t believe I get to be here.” Taehyung grins widely to himself. Jimin looks towards his best friends and rubs his back. “We’re all so proud of you,” He commended. “Let’s go find our seats.” Jimin suggested. The four of you walked down the lawn and were welcomed by the sights of other well dressed men and women, the sips and clinks of champagne and the bottles.

“Want me to get you a drink?” Taehyung whispered to you. You perked up and nodded hard. “Cool, I’ll be right back.” Taehyung smiled back at you and walked to the champagne table. “Wow, he didn’t even bother asking us if Kook and I wanted some.” Jimin scoffed, causing you to giggle. “I’ll go with him to get some for you guys.” You said. You were about to turn around and follow Taehyung but Jimin stopped you. “No, it’s fine. I’ll go and and yell at him and then get some for me and Kook.” He half-jokes and jogged ahead. You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head at Jimin’s cute fake jealousy.

It was just you and Jungkook for now. You turned to him and decided to fully soak in how he looked: he was wearing a white button up shirt but he decided to fucking leave the top button unbuttoned, exposing the top part of his chest. He had on a black suit on top with matching black bottoms and black dress shoes. His hair was styled into curtains. He looked gorgeous. Gorgeous was not even a strong enough word to express how good he looked. Gorgeous was an insult.

“You look great.” You managed to squeak out. His eyes bored into yours. He didn’t say anything for a quick second. “You do too.” He said back. Your cheeks immediately got hot, your chest began to burn. Taehyung and Jimin returned with your champagne. “Here you go, m’lady.” Taehyung handed you your glass. You could only just nod to him as a thank you because Jungkook’s very first compliment to you had you speechless.

The fairy lights began to dimmer down. “Come on, the festival is about to start!” Jimin dragged you and Taehyung’s wrists with both of your hands and Jungkook slowly followed after you guys.

Taehyung sat down first, with you following sitting next to him, Jungkook sitting next to you, and Jimin sitting–well–next to Jungkook.

The festival commences at last.

. . .

It has been an hour since the festival has started. Jimin is lowkey bored. Actually, he is highkey bored. He just wants Taehyung to win his award and go party. After the film festival, there is a Halloween party happening later at night. Jimin is thinking nonstop about all the booze he’s gonna drink, all the girls he’s gonna dance with, and the lucky girl he gets to fuck their brains out all night with.

He begins to wander his eyes around the place. Hm, they sure did decorate the place pretty nicely. I really want some more champagne though. He sighs to himself as he fights his urge to get up and chug down his fourth champagne glass of tonight. As he continues to look around the place, blocking out the host’s loud and monotone voice, his sights catches something quite typical.

Taehyung has his eyes glued onto you. My god, he is down so bad for her. When will he accept that?

Jimin smirks at the sight of his best friend practically drooling all over you, while you continue to remain oblivious.

Tae needs to get a fucking grip. How is he focusing on ___ and not on his special night? I mean she does look really hot tonight. Who wouldn’t want to look at her. Poor __. She is so oblivious to her gorgeous sight.

Jimin finally decides to get up and get his next champagne. The waiter hands him his glass. Jimin decides to stand next to the table for a little while because he knows he’s going to need his next one in just a few more seconds.

His eyes catch to Jungkook standing on the far other side from him, where the restrooms were. He too was also just standing where he was, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, and looking straight ahead to the short film that was playing. Jimin was about to walk towards him until,

Until he noticed that Jungkook’s eyes were not at the short film. His eyes were angled a little more downwards.

Where the audience is. It looked like he was looking where you and Taehyung were sitting. Almost looked as if he was staring at where you were sitting.

Why does it look like Jungkook is staring at you?

Jimin’s brows furrowed in confusion. Is Jungkook staring at you? Why hasn’t his eyes moved away from your sight? It’s been minutes.

Maybe something was up with him. Jimin decided to stroll towards. Jungkook perked up and his eyes were shot wide open. He looked as if he was caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing. “What are you doing watching the film from here? Let’s go sit back down.” Jimin nudged Jungkook in his ribs. “Oh yeah. The view is just nicer from here.” he assured. “Mm.” was all Jimin could say.

The two of them walked back to their seats. For the remaining of the night, Jimin had not caught Jungkook looking towards anywhere else but the screen.

It was finally time to announce the winners of each film category. Taehyung’s category was next: Best New Filmmaker. The winner for the Best Comedy Film was announced. Now for Taehyung’s time.

He was up on the stage next to the other nominees for the category. All four nominees looked sick, excited, anxious, and yet also showing no emotion at the same time.

“God, I’m so nervous for him.” Jimin mumbled to himself but both you and Jungkook could hear him.

“The winner of the best new filmmaker award is awarded to the artist that showed the most daring, fresh storyline and shows the most promising future career of a successful South Korean filmmaker and that he believe will leave an impact in Korean cinema history.” The host begins.

“The winner..of the best new filmmaker goes to,”

You immediately, without any hesitation, clutch your hands tightly around one of Jungkook’s hands. You knew that you should not be doing this. Jungkook might be disgusted and scared. But you didn't care..at least for right now. This is Taehyung’s make it or break it moment. You were scared shitless for him.

“...Kim Taehyung.” He announces.

You instantly squeal, scream and jump for Taehyung. You were probably the loudest cheer of tonight. Taehyung humbly smiles and walks to his award. He grabs his trophy and bows to the host.

You were so happy and full of dopamine rushing to your body that you couldn’t help but to hug Jungkook and jump as you hugged him. Jungkook is immediately caught off guard by your sudden embrace. He and Jimin give each other a weirded out look but Jimin looked way more amused. Jungkook awkwardly hugged you back, patting your back. “S-sorry.” you managed to pull yourself away from the hug and sit back down to your seat. Jungkook tried to reassure you that it was fine but Taehyung returned back to his seat. You went from hugging Jungkook to embracing, engulfing, swallowing Taehyung into your arms. “I am so freaking proud of you, Tae!” you congratulate him, squeezing him tightly. Taehyung couldn’t help but to melt himself into your strong embrace. It felt good to be hugged by you. Not just good but it felt delicious to him. “Thank you so much, ___”.

Jungkook felt as if he was intruding in an intimate moment by the way Taehyung was practically sewed into your body with the way he was hugging you. It seemed as if you had tried to stop embracing him but Taehyung kept you in place, erupting a small giggle from you. Jungkook felt odd seeing the two of you like that. He can’t help but to continuously assume that Taehyung is just stringing you along once more.

“Come on, can we go party now?” Jimin whined. His whining ceased yours and Taehyung’s hug. “We still have the last two big awards left, Chim; film of the year and filmmaker of the year.” Taehyung whined back. “Since you’re making us stay for the entire event, I’m making you buy all the booze that we’re bringing to the Halloween party.” Taehyung half scoffed and chuckled. “Wow, making the ‘best new filmmaker’ buy you booze? This is Taehyung-phobic.” Taehyung said, causing you to cackle and playfully slap his chest.

Jungkook noticed how naturally physical you and Taehyung are with each other. It almost seemed as if you were crushing on his brother and not him anymore. And for some selfish reason, Jungkook didn’t like that he was losing one of his longtime admirers.

. . .

The four of you had finally arrived to Namjoon’s house aka his frat house, which was where the Halloween party was located at. Namjoon is a close friend of Taehyung and Jimin, and Namjoon also happened to be friendly with Yoongi as well. Usually for some dumb reason, guests would have to pay to enter a frat party but since Namjoon was the president of his frat and considered Taehyung, Jimin, and Yoongi as one of his closest friends, he always lets them and their guests enter his frat parties free of charge.

Tonight, you were dressed up as Velma from Scooby Doo. Taehyung decided last minute to be The Joker. Jimin was dressed up as a Greaser and Jungkook decided to be plain and dress up as a Scientist. Jungkook had the large round glasse, white lab coat and wearing a suit underneath his coat.

“You’re here!” Hoseok ran up to you and the three other boys, with Yoongi following right behind him. You laughed in adoration at the couple’s matching costumes. “Are you guys seriously Team Rocket from Pokemon?” You asked. “The one and only! I even spray painted my hair red and Yoongi’s blue to get the look right!” Hoseok grinned proudly. “You two look great.” Taehyung chimed in. Hoseok smiled at his compliment and gave you an approving wink. You rolled your eyes at him, unamused and yet unsurprised at Hoseok continuing with his bewildered thoughts of Taehyung and you liking each other. As if.

“Can I go get you a drink, __?” Taehyung asked you. “Oh, uhm, sure!” You agreed, nodding your head slowly. “What about you, Kook?” Taehyung looked over to his younger brother. “I’m good for now, thanks.” He said monotonically. “Alrighty then..” Taehyung walked over to the drinks. “Where’s Jimin?” you asked your group, looking around for him.

“Uh, is that him already grinding behind some random girl’s ass?” Yoongi pointed out at Jimin, basically airfucking a girl already within the first five minutes of you guys arriving to the party. “Classic Jimin.” Jungkook muttered to himself.

“Yoongi and I are gonna go dance! Meet us on the dancefloor with Taehyung when he comes back with your drinks, __.” Hoseok suggested, already dragging his boyfriend by his wrist into the crowd of people. It was just you and Jungkook left. You felt awkward—as always— and shifted your body uncomfortably.

You tried to look at Jungkook multiple times but he is just so fucking intimidating. You managed to squeak out a few words to him. “Nice music playing, huh?” Jungkook turned his head towards you with unreadable expression plastered on his face. “I guess.” he mumbled. You didn’t know what to say back so you just kept quiet.

Jungkook peered his eyes over to your costume to get a good glance at you. You were wearing an orange cropped sweater with a burgundy red mini skirt and paired with some Doc Marten loafers and..fuck…you’re wearing white fishnets underneath that skirt of yours. Jungkook couldn’t understand how perfectly you could pull off an innocent yet not-so-innocent exterior of yours. You could pull off both at the same time. Your large, thick black squared glasses made you look perfectly like Velma and like a cute nerd at the same time. He couldn’t stand you.

“What made you decide to dress up as Velma?” Jungkook tried to make conversation with you. You snapped your head up to look at him and smiled softly at his question. “I didn’t really feel like buying an actual Halloween costume and I already had the clothes that would allow me to dress up as Velma so…yea.” You finished awkwardly. “‘So…yeah.’” Jungkook mocked you. “Shut up.” you looked away from him, trying to hide your embarrassment from him. Jungkook snickered quietly to himself.

“Okay, I got you something sweet, __. It’s Mikes Hard Lemonade.” Taehyung returned with a grin on his face as he handed you the bottle. “Thanks Tae!” you grinned back at him, taking a few sips of the drink. “Kook, I know you didn’t want anything to drink but I got you a shot just in case.” Jungkook looked at Taehyung, and hesitantly took the shot glass from him. “Thanks, bro.” he held his shot glass up to the air, as if he was doing cheers, and took a very miniscule sip from the tequila.

“Tae, do you wanna go dance? Hoseok invited us to dance after you came back.” you yelled over the music getting louder and louder. Taehyung jumped at the suggestion and immediately held onto your wrist. “Let’s go! Be right back, Kook!” Taehyung dragged you into the crowd of people jumping to the music. You tried to look back at Jungkook, but the crowd was blocking your view. You kind of felt bad that Jungkook was left alone. I’m sure he’ll find something to do.

The entire night, you were just dancing your ass off with your four new best friends: Tae, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Jimin. You were typically the shy type and refused to dance around anyone, not even with Jihyo and Chaeyoung. But the boys brought out the inner child in you. You felt as if you could be your true self with them and they would still gas you up regardless. At this point, you were also pretty tipsy too. You downed another bottle of Mike’s, some shots, and another bottle of soju.

Jimin kept eyeing you the entire night, wondering if he should make a move on you and try to dance with you one-on-one. But he was thinking of doing so to see if Taehyung would get jealous. Jimin loved to mess with his best friend but he also just wanted more confirmation to see if Taehyung was actually into you or not. Jimin shimmied his way closer to you and tried to grind onto you as respectfully as possible.

“Are you trying to make me as another one of your grinding victims tonight?” you joked to him. Jimin just laughed off your joke and got closer to you. “Would you oblige or not?” He whispered against your ear, causing goosebumps to rise up and down your skin. “God, Jimin, what are you doing?” you mumbled to him so that only he could hear.

Before Jimin answered, he took a quick glance at Taehyung. He was violently eyeing the two of you and his jaw was clenched hard. Taehyung took a hard swig from his soju bottle while eyeing you both at the same time. Tae sucks at hiding his emotions Jimin thought to himself.

“Let’s just say that I’ve been noticing a guy that has been staring at you all night and I wanna push his buttons a little bit. Just for funsies.” Jimin replies back to you. You do a quick 360 around the room to look for the guy Jimin was talking about. “Who? Where? When?” you ask fervently, causing Jimin to giggle. “You know that Namjoon guy?” he half-lied. “Yeah, he’s the president of this frat.”

“Well, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you all night.” Jimin wasn’t necessarily lying. He’s noticed that majority of the guys at the party have glanced at you at least twice. Especially Namjoon. He’s been eye-fucking you all night. But he’s been eye-fucking almost every girl at this party.

“Namjoon is actually a close friend of me and Taehyung’s. Our dads all know each other. He grew up with us.” Jimin decided to toss in a little backstory to give Namjoon some credibility. “Oh.” you mumbled. “Want me to introduce you to him?” he asked, excited to see Taehyung explode from his jealousy. “Sure! He seems nice and it’s even better that he actually knows you guys too.” you agreed. Jimin took you to where Namjoon was and introduced both of you to each other. “You look gorgeous tonight, __”. Namjoon complimented. “Jinkies! Thank you, so do you.” you blushed. Jimin mentally slapped you for your cringey line. Namjoon laughed at your dumb joke. “Wanna dance?” he asked. Namjoon was an extremely attractive man and had the muscles of a Greek god. Coincidentally, he was literally dressed up as a Greek god for tonights. He has practically shirtless and had his nipples pierced. That’s so fucking hot, you mentally drooled to yourself.

Namjoon dragged you into the dancefloor and the two of you began to immerse yourselves into conversation.

Taehyung couldn’t help but to not take his eyes off you dancing with his friend. He felt uncomfortable seeing the way you laughed at whatever he was whispering into your ear. “It’s the fucking nipple piercings isn’t it?” Jimin reappeared out of nowhere, standing right behind his best friend. “Fuck dude, don’t scare me like that.” Taehyung hissed. “What? Can I not talk about Joon’s nipple piercings? Those are literal girl magnets. I should get them some day.” Jimin was basically talking to himself at this point because Taehyung has tuned him the fuck out.

Yoongi chuckled to himself, overhearing Jimin and Taehyung squabbling. “___ and that nipple pierced dude are kinda cute.” Yoongi said to Hoseok. Hoseok stopped dancing and took a look at you and Namjoon laughing and dancing together. Namjoon had his hands borderline touching your ass. “Seems like Taehyung can’t stand it though, do you see the way he is violently eyeing the two of them.” Hoseok smirked, seeing the obliviously jealous Taehyung staring. Yoongi was about to retaliate until he caught another person staring hard at you and Namjoon.

Jungkook was chugging down a bottle of soju while eyeing you and Namjoon at the same time. He had no readable expression on his face but it seemed as if he looked slightly…annoyed? Yoongi found the sight to be interesting since it was the first time he has noticed Jungkook acknowledging your existence and acknowledging you as a girl and not just as his annoying roommate.

“Hm.” Yoongi tried to mumble to himself but Hoseok overheard. “Hm what?” “Nothing, babe. I’m gonna go get another drink.” Yoongi walked off, smiling to himself.

. . .

You finished your dance with Namjoon awhile ago and you returned to being around your friends, this time with Jungkook included. He had finally joined the party after getting bored just standing by the entrance for an entire hour. Jungkook was slowly dancing to the beat of the song playing while you and Taehyung were jumping up and down like little kids high on sugar.

As you and Taehyung were dancing, a girl approached you three. She had dark brown hair and was dressed up as a Playboy bunny. She was also very extremely gorgeous. She approached Jungkook and did not hesitate to flirtatiously touch his arm. “Do you wanna dance, Doctor?” she asked Jungkook straightforwardly. Jungkook had his lips set in a straight line. You couldn’t help but to nosily watch the two.

“I’m drunk.” Jungkook simply said to the girl. You assumed this was his way of kindly rejecting her offer. The girl gave him an odd glance and nervously bit her lower lip. “Got it.” she simply said and walked away. Funny enough, she made her way to Jimin and was dancing with him.

“Dude! Why didn’t you dance with her, she was hot!?” Taehyung shouted at Jungkook. Jungkook simply shrugged off his brother’s words and sipped on his shot. “He can be so boring sometimes.” Taehyung said to you, causing a small giggle from you. “He was probably not into her mistaking him to be a doctor.” you said loud enough for Jungkook to hear. Taehyung snickered at your comment.

Taehyung was having a great time dancing with you. He decided to make use of his time with you and made sure you were going to have such a great time with him that you wouldn’t leave his side.

Save Your Tears by The Weeknd starts playing. The very high-energy song causes your tipsy self to go wild and your energy is reciprocated by Taehyung. You quickly take down a jello shot and spin around jumping to the song. “Wait, ___, you have a little something on your face.” Taehyung spun you around to face him. “What is it?” Taehyung chuckled seeing a red jello piece on the corner of your mouth. “Hold on, let me just pick at it real quick.”

Taehyung swiped off the jello from your lips with his thumb. He showed it to you and you began to cackle. “Sorry about that.” you blushed in embarrassment. “Don’t be.” Taehyung says and sucks off his jello from the thumb. Your eyes grew wide at the sight. He remained eye contact with you as he sucked it off his thumb. You had no idea what to do or feel. The moment felt like a draft just flew by you. Taehyung was about to say something before a random girl approached him and asked him to dance. She stood in between you and Taehyung, not giving you any attention at all.

You scoffed at her, hoping she heard. Not even his girl but if I was, that’s a bitch move you thought to yourself. Taehyung gave you an apologetic look. “I’ll be right back, ___!” Taehyung allowed the girl to drag him to the floor. To be honest, Taehyung didn’t want to dance with her and he just had plans on keeping you by his side for the rest of the night. However, he thought about how he didn’t want give off the impression that you and him were dating to other potential girls that would look his way. But something gnawed at his chest at the thought of leaving you alone. Leaving you alone means you were available. Leaving you alone means you were gonna run off for the rest of the night.

But why does he care? He’s dancing with a cute girl right in front of him and that’s all he should be focusing on right now.

Tipsy (borderline drunk) you decided that it would be fun to keep Jungkook company while Taehyung was off with that girl. “Can I dance with you?” you asked him. Jungkook was obviously out of it too, considering he decided to let alcohol accompany him as his date tonight. He nodded at you. “Having fun?” you asked him, talking loud over the music.

“I am, actually.” he admits. He gave you a lopsided smile, causing an instant warmth to your stomach. “That’s great to hear.” you smile back. The two of you are just swaying your bodies to the music.

“You seem to be popular with the men tonight.” Jungkook slurred. “What do you mean?” you slurred back. “First Namjoon, and now Taehyung. You’re boomeranging between the two.” Jungkook chuckles. For some reason, this bothers you. It’s almost as if Jungkook said it in a malicious tone. You decide to ignore it and continue swaying your body.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Jungkook teases. You furrow your brows at him in annoyance. “I’m just dancing?”

“Dancing alone for once. Congrats.” he mumbles.

“What are you insinuating?” you bark at him, causing the boy to smirk.

“Can I not joke with you?” “Actually, no you can’t. We aren’t friendly enough to joke.” you snap.

If Jungkook was offended, he didn’t show it at all. “Seemed pretty friendly when you held my hand on the rollercoaster.” he teased again. You laugh in disbelief. “What, ar-are you just fucking forgetful or something? Weren’t you literally about to shit your pants on that stupid ride? I was preventing an accident.” you said back. This earned a chuckle from Jungkook.

He didn’t say anything after that though. “That’s what I thought. Pipe down.” you seethed in annoyance at him. It seems as if you and Jungkook keep forgetting that you cannot be around each other when the two of you are under the influence; world war 3 starts to happen every single time.

“Seeing you desperately jumping from guy to guy is embarrassing.” He states. You know he is trying to get under your skin. You know what he is trying to do. He thrives off of seeing you angry for some sinister reason. Why is that? “I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not gonna work on me.” You said in a low voice, as an attempt to calm yourself down.

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook asked knowingly. Riling you up like this was like a game for Jungkook. You can be so easy to piss off and the way your nose automatically scrunches furiously, hands shake, and face reddens was amusing to him. He loved knowing that he could push your buttons so easily. Knowing how happy-go-lucky you always are with everyone else, Jungkook liked knowing this angry side of you. He felt as if this side was reserved for him and for him only. Only he can pick on you. Only he can fluster you, make you shy, make you stutter when he’s around. He loves knowing how easily your emotions fold for him.

“Don’t fucking play dumb with me. You always act like a dickhead and pick on me whenever you’re drunk. Even when you’re sober too. Why can’t you ever just give me a break? I truly don’t even know what I see in you sometimes.” you spat out. The fact that you had hinted that you were still into him made your eyes immediately widen. No fucking way I said that right in front of him.

One of his eyebrows arched upwards, with a smirk complimenting it. “You must see a lot in me to keep liking me after all this time.”

Anger was boiling inside of you and you swear you could feel yourself sobering just by how embarrassed and irritated you are. You were done with this little game you had with Jungkook. One day he’s hot, next day he’s cold. One day he’s up, next day he’s down. You were tired of his mixed signals; either he was a friendly roommate with you or just a coldblooded asshole. There was no in between. You decided that as of this moment, you were done with Jungkook.

What was the point of wasting your energy, feelings, and thoughts over a guy who can’t even see you as a fucking human being with feelings? You knew you were wasting your time with Jungkook. It’s been years since you have had these pent up emotions for him. You were in love with the idea of him, not him truly. At least you think so. There were better guys out there right? Like Namjoon. The two of you had hit it off so well and you were enjoying your time dancing with him. There are also guys that are just as decent and respectful like Jimin, Hoseok, and even Taehyung.

Jungkook wasn’t worth your time.

“I’m done liking you, Jungkook.” you firmly said to the boy.

Jungkook’s eyes seemed to have darkened at your words. His eyes showed a mix of confusion and something else. But his face showed nothing. Pure nothingness. Just like how you knew how he felt towards you. Just nothing.

You walked past him, roughly brushing your shoulder against his arms. You needed a fucking break from him. You were making your way towards any restroom that you could find in this packed and sweaty frat house.

That was until you felt someone following behind you.

Unexpectedly, when you turned your body around you were met with Jungkook.

“Bullshit.” He simply said. Cocky as fuck.

“What is?” you asked, turning away from him as you went up the stairs to find a restroom.

“You really think you can just stop liking me like that? Like you really think emotions are just something you can turn off, like it’s a switch?”

You scoffed at his words. “What? You do the exact same thing. I’ve seen more emotions on a painting than I have seen on you.”

Jungkook had his tongue poking deep into his cheek. He knew that he was drunk and knew that he was growing to become an asshole minute by minute; as if he was a beast that would not stop growing.

All of a sudden, you and Jungkook had ran into Hoseok, Yoongi and Jimin walking down the stairs. “Oh hey ___ and Kook!” Jimin grinned at you both. “Hey.” You replied monotonically.

“You good, ___?” Hoseok asked with worryness in his voice.

“I’m fine.” you grimaced at the trio. Yoongi and Hoseok shared a confused look with each other. Jimin could tell something was up with Jungkook by the way his jaw was clenched.

“Are you sure?” Yoongi asked while darting his eyes back and forth between you and Jungkook.

“___’s upset because I pointed out how she was looking so desperate tonight.” Jungkook spoke. Your face froze and felt cold. The fucking audacity of him.

The three boys fell into an uncomfortable silence, not knowing what to say. “Please don’t listen to Jungkook. He’s just drunk and has nothing better to do than bother me. He’s just acting like a fucking loser. He is a loser.” You spat out, glaring at your friends.

“Um, __ do you maybe wanna go and get some air?” Hoseok asked, and ran his hands up and down on your arms. “I’m actually gonna go use the restroom. So if you guys just excuse me.” You began to walk up the stairs again until Jungkook just had to open up his mouth again.

“Be careful, ___. You don’t wanna run into another guy that you can grind yourself into. Don’t wanna give yourself a bad image now don’t you?” He taunted. He just keeps on going doesn’t he? He just keeps going on embarrassing you.

You were about to just walk away and not pay any attention to the useless words Jungkook was vomiting out until you suddenly remembered an extremely valuable item that would shut him the hell up.

You spun your body back around and faced towards Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin. And gave Jungkook a sweet smile. “Funny how Jungkook wants to talk shit about me and act like he does no wrong when he is literally hiding a super dark secret from you guys.” You started out. The four boys all had a perplexed look on their faces.

You didn’t see Taehyung walking his way up

the stairs. He had finally found you after finishing his dance with the girl. He had seen you and Jungkook running off somewhere while he was in the middle of dancing and was trying to see if the two of you were okay. He saw you on the very top of the stairs looking below at Jungkook, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin.

You reached into your bag and took out your phone. You cracked open your phone case and slid out a small photo. The very photo Taehyung gave you as a manipulation tool to get Jungkook to tutor you for that one chemistry exam.

—

Taehyung catches up to you, breathless. “Why, what’s wrong?” You continue to run as fast you can. “I forgot that I had a fucking exam in 12 hours and I really need to study for it.” you explain to him.

“Shit, I’m sorry, __. I didn’t realize how much time we had spent just talking.” Taehyung apologizes. You just mutter an “it’s okay” and continue to speed back home.

A few minutes later, you arrive at the complex and hurry onto an elevator. “Do you need any help?” Taehyung offers. You shake your head. “No, I’m fine. This is something I have to deal with myself.”

Silence fills the elevator and it dings open onto your floor. You push past the slowly opening doors and rush to your place. You furiously key in the passcode and enter the apartment.

Taking off your shoes, you immediately stride towards your refrigerator and grab at least 3 cans of espresso to prepare yourself for the allnighter you’re about to pull.

“Thank you for today, Taehyung.” you give him a curt smile and begin to walk towards your room until Taehyung grabs your arm and stops you. “Wait a minute, I have an idea.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He opens it and pulls out a small picture, and places it onto your palm. You looked down at your hand and examined the photo Taehyung had rested upon your hand.

You immediately snort at the sight of the picture on your palm. You shake violently with laughter and place your hand over your mouth. It was a picture of a much younger version of Jungkook wearing a pink, fluffy dress. He had on a swatch of bold, red lipstick applied messily all over the outline of his lips and his hair was full of sparkly clips all around his head.

“No way.” you breathe out, snorting even harder. “We made a bet when we were younger and he lost, so this was his punishment.” Taehyung explains. You toss your head back in laughter. “Wait, but why are you giving this to me?” you ask.

Taehyung looks as if he’s about to tell you a top secret. He leans against your ear and whispers,

“I want you to threaten Jungkook with this picture to help you study for the exam.” Your eyes widen at the idea.

“You’re evil, Taehyung.” you smirk. Taehyung laughs darkly. “Now, go. Don’t waste anymore time.”

—

“It seems as if Jungkook had a crossdresser era.” You shoved the photo in front of the three guys. Jimin did not hesitate to scream from laughter. Hoseok snorted loudly and Yoongi’s upper lip twitched.

“No fucking way! Kook, is this actually you?” Jimin twirled to look at him. Jungkook's face turned to a bright pink color and if it wasn’t possible enough, his jaw clenched even tighter.

“And since Jungkook wants to slut shame me so bad, let’s see how he would feel if I did this.” You strutted in front of him,

“___, stop, what are you doi-“

And shoved his pants down to his ankles.

He was completely mortified, speechless, furious, and if there was a word that was a combination of all three of those emotions, he was feeling that times ten.

This time Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi laughed all

together when they all saw Jungkook’s Rilakumma themed boxers. You had to stifle back a laugh yourself, and so did Taehyung.

He roughly brought his pants back up and buckled them as tight as he could. He looked at the way you were finding this situation so humorously.

“Doesn’t feel too great does it, ‘Kook’?” You enunciated ‘Kook’ so annoyingly and Jungkook felt as if steam was blowing out of his ears. “I’ll see you guys after I use the restroom.” You tell the three and made your way into a random hallway, looking for a bathroom.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate to follow you, pushing himself through the couple and Jimin. He gripped onto your wrists and pulled you into the first room he could find.

Taehyung watched the two of you intently, running off together. He felt dubious seeing the two of you on your own together.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You hissed at Jungkook. He brought you into a random empty bedroom. Jungkook began marching around the room back and forth, trying to collect his words together.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” You teased.

Jungkook gave you an intimidating glare. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He starts off.

“What’s wrong with me? What is wrong with you? You basically fucking slut shamed me in front of our friends?!”

“You did not have to embarrass me like that, __.” Jungkook continues to march around back and forth.

“I actually don’t care, Jungkook. You don’t seem to give a single any fucks about how you constantly treat me so why should I suddenly feel bad for you after what I did? Get a grip.”

“What are you doing this for? To get over me? Is this what you’re doing?” Jungkook stopped marching and approached himself. Your back was against the door.

“Again with this. I am over you, Jeon Jungkook. I have moved on from my high school crush on you a long time ago. All feelings that you think I have left for you are gone.” You looked deeply into his black doe eyes. You knew you weren’t fully over him, obviously, but he doesn’t need to know that.

Jungkook’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “Why don’t I believe you?” His voice lowered as he said that. He took a few steps closer to you.

“Your pride is preventing you from seeing things clearly.”

Jungkook had the audacity to come even closer to you. Your back firmly flat on the door and you felt as if you were being suffocated by his presence.

“Say it again.”

“Say what again?”

“That you’re over me.”

You scoffed in front of his face. “I’m over you, Jeon Jungkook.”

You looked at him dead in the eyes. Trying to get him to be convinced by your words.

“And I think it would be best if we were to firmly remain as just roommates and nothing else.” You continued. You felt your heart breaking. You knew this distance from Jungkook would hurt like hell. He’s been your longtime crush for so long, it would be uncomfortable for you to just cut off complete contact with him.

“Is that what you want?” He muttered under his breath.

You nodded slowly. The both of you kept strong eye contact with each other. His eyes softened but it softened in a hard way, ironically.

Jungkook opens his mouth and says,

“Would you be opposed if I were to kiss you right now?”

Your heart dropped so low that you could feel down to your toes.

“Wha-“

Jungkook leans in and brushes his lips on yours. “If you want me to stop then say it. And I’ll leave.”

You felt as if your chest was burning and aching. Your chest was heaving up and down at the contact of Jungkook, the boy you've been in love with for years, asking for your permission to kiss you.

Jungkook smirked at your silence. “That’s what I thought.” He whispered.

He closes the gap between you both and hungrily kisses you.

You could immediately tell a moan wanted to come up your throat at the taste of Jungkook on your lips.

Embarrassingly, you did not hesitate to kiss him back.

Jungkook cupped your face roughly with his veiny, big hands.

His kiss was getting rougher and hungrier each second. You mindlessly nibbed at his lower lip, earning a groan from him. His groaning was enough for you to feel your lower area purr for him.

He began trailing wet sloppy kisses from the corner of your lips and going all the way down to your neck. He began leaving love bites on you, and you were trying so hard to not moan for him.

You didn’t want him to know how good he was at kissing, and how good he was at making you feel so fucking horny. “Fuck, your lips taste so good.” Jungkook muffled while giving you deep hickies all over your neck. It was as if he was trying to mark his territory on you.

His words finally earned a moan from you, not being able to hold it in anymore. “Kiss me more.” You demanded.

He continues kissing your neck. “Kiss me more, what?”

You sighed annoyingly. Even as he’s kissing you, he is still so aggravating. “Not going to say that. You don’t deserve it.” You fight back.

For some reason, your retaliation turns on Jungkook. He loved how you don’t hesitate to fight back. The banter you two share, your feisty relationship with each other, he enjoyed every single second of it.

He kissed you back, not caring to retaliate further with you. He was surprised with how soft and tasty your lips were.

“You still want to stop liking me?” He said in between kisses. “Mhm.” You kissed him harder. “Why are you kissing me then, ___?”

Jungkook rarely says your name. But when he does, it sends butterflies throughout your entire body. You could feel your underwear dampen.

“I can’t have fun?” You say back.

Jungkook slips his tongue inside your mouth. He is practically shoving it into your throat and you happily obliged. You allowed his tongue to explore every single inch of your mouth.

You hesitantly stuck your tongue inside his, earning another groan from him. You were too shy to kiss all the crevices of his perfect mouth.

You’ve only kissed one person in your entire life. It was back in high school and you, Jihyo, and Chaeyoung were playing truth or dare in a circle with your other classmates when it was past schooltime. You dared to kiss the guy you found the cutest in the circle. You kissed Kim Seokjin, the heartthrob of your class. It was probably the boldest move you have ever made. Seokjin was gorgeous and all but he couldn’t compare to Jungkook. You remembered wishing Jungkook was in your class so that he could’ve been in the circle and you would’ve kissed him.

And now here you are; making out sloppily and hungrily with Jeon Jungkook. You were sobered up at this point but you didn’t know if Jungkook was still out of it or not.

Jungkook snapped you out of your thoughts when he turned your body around without asking. Your face was pressed against the door. “God, these fucking tights on you.” Jungkook muttered under his breath.

He lifted your skirt up and began gently massaging your ass.

“You look so good in these tights, ___.” He whispered into your ear. He was grabbing handfuls of your ass, gripping them tightly. You let out a whine at his touch. He was gripping onto your cheeks as if they were trying to run away from him.

He began a new trail of kisses from your earlobes going all the way down to your neck, upper back, then middle of your back, lower back, and all the way down to your ass cheeks.

He groaned at the sight of you wearing a thong underneath your fishnet tights. He stared at your ass cheeks as if they were a treasure chest full of gold.

He started off with biting your cheeks softly, each bite getting soft moans from you. His nibbling turned into giving you more hickies. You hissed at the bittersweet pain. “Fuck, Jungkook.” You whispered to yourself

His hickies switched into slapping your ass cheeks. He admired the way they jiggled with each slap. He was adoring the red marks he was leaving all over you. He was obsessed with the way you moaned over the kisses and slapping he was giving you.

He reached down underneath your cheeks, right where he could see the back entrance of your labia.

“You’re fucking drenched, __. Fuck, I can see it from back here.” Jungkook moaned out at the sight. You could feel heat rising up to your cheeks from the embarrassment of Jungkook seeing the wet mess he caused.

“S-Shut up.” You croaked out. Jungkook smiled at your stutter. He looked back down at your wet entrance. He mewled at how good it looked and was desperate to know what your pussy tasted like.

“May I finger you?” He asked for your consent. Even when he’s a jackass 99 percent of the time, he is still generous with his touch.

You nodded in approval. Jungkook slapped your ass hard. “I need to hear you consent it.”

You gulped saliva down in horniness. “Yes, Jungkook. Finger me.”

He slapped your ass again, causing you to yelp. “Fuck!” You cried out.

“Finger me, what?” He tried again. You desperately wanted to feel any part of Jungkook inside of you. You had a feeling he wasn’t going to let this one go. So you swallowed your pride and begged out. “Finger me, please. Please.”

Jungkook did not hesitate to slide your thong to the side and opened your labias apart. He groaned at the sight of your glistening and dripping cunt. Your cunt was so perfectly gorgeous. Jungkook has never seen a pussy as gorgeous as yours. He inserted two fingers inside of you. You both gasped at the touch.

Your pussy was so warm and soft. You were so loose and eager for his touch, he could shove at least both of fists inside of you. That was how loose you were for him.

He decided to put in a third finger, and quickened his thrusts inside of you. You tried to cover your mouth to stop him from hearing you moan but fuck he was fingering you so good.

“Don’t hide your moans from me, __. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” He demanded. He crouched up from his squat and continued to finger you hard as he rested his body against your back. He leaned back to whisper filthy words to you.

He uncovered your mouth with his one free hand and your moans erupted as soon he did so. “Fuck, you sound so pretty like that.” He praised.

His touch and words were beginning to make you feel dizzy from pleasure. “Fuck, Jungkook. Right there.” You nodded in pleasure.

“You’re such a fucking liar. I thought you were over me, huh? Why are you letting me finger your brains out right now?” He whispered. You were panting heavily at this point and could feel a sweat roll dripping down your head. Jungkook sucked on your earlobe as he continued to finger you hard.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum,” You warn him. This encourages him to continue his pace and attempts to deepen his fingers into your wet cunt.

“Fuck Jungkook, I’m-“

“Do you wanna cum for me? Do you want to cum all over my fucking fingers?” He says as he continues to bite your earlobe.

“Oh my fucking god, please.” Your voice shakes. You could feel your pussy clenching around his fingers and a tight knot was forming bigger each second in your abdomen.

You begged Jungkook to allow yourself to release all over him. “Please let me cum, holy fuck.”

Your precious begging was enough for him. His member was rock hard for you and he felt as if he could just cum inside of his pants just by your words and moans and the touch of your pussy.

“Cum for me, __.” He only needed to demand that from you once because as soon as he finished his sentence, you were releasing yourself all over him. In fact you were release turned into a squirting. You screamed in pleasure and euphoria from cumming all over the fingers of beautiful Jeon Jungkook.

“Holy shit, ___. You’re puddling all over me.” Jungkook was in awe at your liquidy mess.

Your eyeballs rolled all the way to the back of your head “F-fuuck.” You managed to croak out. Your chest was heaving extremely hard. You turned to face Jungkook and his lips were glistening pink and plump. His face was flushed. He looked so gorgeous and grossly sexy that you couldn’t help but to kiss him furiously.

He welcomed your kiss and picked you up. He pinned you against the door as he deepened the kiss, and wrapped your legs tightly around his waist.

“You cummed so good for me, ___.” He praised. You smiled small into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck.

The orgasm you had was so strong that you almost said you loved him. Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook. His name was running circles all around your silly little head.

The aftercare Jungkook was giving was so opposite to his usual rough personality. The kisses downgraded into soft and intimate-like kisses. He gently dropped your legs back on the ground and softly held onto you as he kissed you.

Suddenly, he paused the kiss and stepped back away from you. Jungkook was just eyeing you, observing yourself and the situation. Your entire bottom half was clearly soaked and the poor random guy’s floor had a puddle stain.

His finger was dripping from your squirt still and some of your liquid got on his pants too. Jungkook had successfully prevented himself from cumming in his pants. However, he was dangerously close to jizzing himself. His pride wouldn’t allow himself to live knowing that he had cummed in his boxers just by fingering you and by kissing you. He wasn’t sixteen anymore, he thought to himself.

Jungkook looked around the room to look for anything to clean up the mess. He found a tissue box on the person’s nightstand. He grabbed the box and basically used up the entire box to clean you up and the floor.

You looked down at Jungkook squatting in front of you as he was cleaning you up. Your heart automatically fluttered at his aftercare gesture.

There was an uncomfortable silence and tension beginning to cloud the room. Is he regretting this? Is he embarrassed of what we did? Negative thoughts began swarming you. You could feel anxiety swallowing you whole and you just desperately needed Jungkook to say something. Anything.

After cleaning up the “spill”, he threw away the tissues along with the box. Jungkook was dreading to face you all of a sudden. It was as if he felt shy to be around you.

Jungkook’s silence was becoming too much for you. “What are you thinking about?” You decided to blurt out.

His eyes widened at your question. Licking his lips, furrowing his brows, and shifting his feet uncomfortably was Jungkook trying to stall his response.

“I don’t know what to think.” he replied honestly. The aftercare session allowed him to sober up and to fully absorb what had just happened between you both. He was drunk during the entire hookup.

“Right.” was all you could say back.

It wasn’t that Jungkook regretted what he did, he was just too fucking drunk to comprehend what he was actually doing. Why did he have the urge to kiss and finger you like that? What was it about you that made Jungkook so desperate to touch you like that?

“Let’s just forget this happened.” You suggested. He perked up at you, giving you a confused glance. “Why are you saying that?”

You wanted Jungkook to think that what happened meant nothing to you. Just like how you knew you meant nothing to him. You didn’t want him to know that you have only fallen harder for him and crave his kisses and touch more than you can believe. You didn’t want Jungkook to know that in fact do not regret what happened at all. Not even an ounce of regret. You don’t want him to break your heart even more. You don’t see this as you putting a wall up;

This is you giving Jungkook up.

“Because..like I said: I don’t have feelings for you anymore. This was just a mistake.”

Jungkook felt a sort of numbness to your words. He felt embarrassed, stupid, and suddenly began regretting the hookup as well. You made him feel all sorts of emotions. The most emotions he has ever felt since you moved in as his roommate.

“Let’s forget it then. Like you said…we are just roommates. I’m sorry.” His jaw clenched a bit but you couldn’t see that. All you could see was how he did not look pressed at all by your suggestion. He doesn’t seem to give a single fuck. How did so much happen in just under twenty minutes?

“Right,” You began. You readjusted your skirt and rubbed your neck. A pang of soreness shot through you. The hickies he left had stung so strongly.

“I’m leaving first.” Jungkook abruptly cleared his throat and opened the door first. He took one last glance at you. You were hoping that your broken heart wasn’t showing through your face.

He gave you a curt nod and closed the door, leaving you alone in a stranger’s bedroom.

Once you felt as if Jungkook was an earshot away, you immediately crouched down against a wall and cried your heart out.

You were not ready to let Jungkook go. But you had to. Why love a man that did not care to signify your existence?

Your sobbing had you coughing to catch your breath. Your vision was beyond blurred and your heart was hurting so badly. Your first hookup with the man you have been yearning over for years was like an addiction: It feels amazing at first but after some time passes by, it hurts. Full of disappointment. Full of guilt.

The door swung wide open. You looked up slowly and tried identifying who the mysterious person that entered was but your vision was still clouded by your tears.

“__?” A familiar voice said your name.

You wiped your tears away and looked at the unknown person that apparently recognizes you.

“Namjoon?” You say.

Namjoon looked surprised to see you sitting on his floor, flooded in tears. He had his eye caught on the three large hickies that were spreaded throughout your neck.

He immediately grew worried at the connection of seeing you crying with obvious marks on your body. He knelt down in front of you and gripped his hands onto both of your shoulders. “Shit, ___, did you get hurt? Did someone hurt you?” He tried to get you look into his eyes.

“Wh-What?”

“You’re obviously in distress, __. Tell me who did it, I swear I’ll beat the living shit out of them. Who the fuck is preying on girls at my party? Tell me what happened? Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?” He babbled.

You used your hands to hold onto Namjoon’s wrists that were still being gripped on your shoulders. “Namjoon? I’m okay. Nothing happened to me.” You began reassuring him.

“Th-Then why are you crying? In my room too?”

Your mouth gaped wide open. What are the odds did I end up getting finger fucked in Namjoon’s room?

His poor floor. And the door. And his room in general.

“I-I may have hooked up with someone in your room?” You were afraid he was gonna bash your head against the wall.

“Oh. Well, did you guys do it on my bed?”

“No.”

“Okay well then I don’t care.”

A chuckle escaped from your lips. Namjoon smiled at the sight of you laughing.

“So did this hookup not end well?”

“How’d you know?” You sarcastically said. He smirked. “Lucky guess?” This earned another chuckle from you.

“How did a hookup end up with you sobbing your eyes out? Did he say another girl’s name or something? Or a guy’s name?”

“Shut up,” you laughed. “No..he just…used me. And it just hurts being used. Feeling used. He just used me knowing that he feels nothing for me.” You blurt out.

Namjoon could see the hurt in your eyes. “Must really like the guy, huh?” You let your silence answer his rhetorical question.

“Well I’m sorry you’re going through it.”

You nodded at his not-so-helpful words. “Thank you. I’ll be okay though.”

Namjoon had a crazy idea in mind. Well, it wasn’t crazy for him.

“This is gonna sound extremely insensitive of me. This is probably the worst timing in history of timings to ask you this but,”

“Do you want to have sex?”

Is my Halloween costume giving off pheromones or something?

Oddly, you weren’t disgusted with the offer. “Are you suggesting this to make me feel better? If so, there are other non-sexual ways to do that.”

Namjoon felt his cheeks get hot and nervously scratched the back of his neck. “S-Sorry, this is usually how I cope with anything.”

“With sex? You cope your issues with sex? Are you constantly in heat or something?” Namjoon wheezed out a soundless laugh. “Fuck you.”

You giggled, throwing your head back.

“Well then how about a date? Maybe I can show you how a man is supposed to treat you. You can show that jerk you’re better off without him.”

You timidly smiled at him. “Okay. Let’s do that.”

Namjoon reached into his back pocket and took out his phone. “Your number, please.” He grinned, showcasing his dimpled cheeks.

. . .

Jungkook made it back to the party. Taehyung ambushed him with questions as soon as he saw Jungkook walking back down the stairs alone.

“Where did you and __ go? Is she alright?”

“She’s okay. She just had a question about homework or whatever.” He lied.

“Well where is she now?” Taehyung pressed. “Don’t know, Taehyung. You can go call her or something.” He walked away from Taehyung before he could bother him with any more questions about you. You were the last person he wanted to be thinking about right now.

His sober thoughts were pissing him the fuck off. He needed more alcohol to distract him. And so that’s what he did. He chugged down one shot

Two shots turned into three and three turned into five.

Before he knew it, he was back to feeling buzzed. Back to his reckless bitchy behavior. All of the girls that he caught checking him out looked fuckable and forgettable.

His eyes darted over to a familiar looking girl. She had dark brown hair and was dressed up as a Playboy bunny: the same girl who had asked him out to dance earlier.

His drunk body led him to her. She was watching him making his way towards her. As soon as he reached to where she was, in the middle of the dancefloor, Jungkook introduces himself: “I’m Jungkook.”

“I know who you are.” She flashes him an obvious flirtatious smile.

“You do, huh?” He flirts back.

“You’re Jeon Jungkook. The heartthrob of Konkuk University.” She continues. “Heartthrob? Don’t flatter me.”

"Why? I want to flatter you as much as I can so you can finally dance with me.”

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up. “You’re persistent, aren’t you?”

“Very.” she simply says.

“Why would I dance with a girl whose name I don’t even know of yet?” he teases. The girl looked down, smiling. “I’m Yeri.” She introduces.

“Well Yeri, would you like to dance?” Jungkook grabbed onto one of her hands. They were small and dainty compared to his large veiny hands.

Yeri led Jungkook to another area of the dancefloor. Jungkook liked how she had a dominant personality. She knows what she wants and knows how to get what she wants.

They danced to around three songs together and each song, Yeri and Jungkook were nonstop flirting. Jungkook would run his hands by her lower back and would keep direct eye contact with her. Yeri threw in playful hits on the chest, seductive stares, and went along with the eye contact as well.

From the corner of his eye, Jungkook saw you walking down the stairs. His laugh at Yeri’s joke faltered when he saw you. You were smiling from ear to ear. You stopped once you reached th the bottom of the stairs, as if you were waiting for someone.

As if on cue, Kim Namjoon followed behind you and caught up with you to the end of the stairs. The two of were in conversation and he led you to dancefloor as well; only a few feet away from Yeri and Jungkook.

Taehyung saw you and Namjoon walking down the stairs together. He felt a strange feeling in the middle of his chest seeing the two of you together. Taehyung assumed that you and Namjoon had only a one-time dance situation however it seemed as if the two of you got close within a few hours of meeting each other.

He took down a shot of his drink.

Jungkook and Taehyung –both watching you from their prospective locations– watched the way you threw your head back in laughter at whatever Namjoon was saying. Namjoon would talk into your ear, and you would talk into his.

The same ear that Jungkook bit the shit out of earlier.

“Let’s just forget this happened.” “Like I said, I don’t have feelings for you anymore.” Your words replayed in Jungkook’s mind. And that was when he felt as if he had a point to prove to you. He didn’t know what point he had exactly in mind, but he just felt like this was something he should do at this very moment.

And so, he turned back to Yeri and leaned down to her to ask her something. A favor for Jungkook, personally.

It was you who noticed Taehyung on his way to the door. Judging by the way you saw him tossing his shot cup into the trash, you knew he was on his way home.

“Namjoon. I think my ride is ready to go.” You half-lied. You, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook had all ubered to the party with the intention of you four getting fucked up drunk tonight. Still, you didn’t want Taehyung going home alone.

“Alright, __. I’ll text you tomorrow morning?” Namjoon asks. You nod in agreement and run off to meet up with Taehyung. “Hey! Tae!” you call out to him. The two of you are outside, and you managed to catch up to him.

“__. You’re leaving too?” Taehyung asks. “Yeah! I’m starting to get tired.” you yawn. “So am I. Too much dancing and drinking. My old body needs a rest.” You laugh at Taehyung. “You’re literally so dramatic. You’re a twenty-two year old man.”

“Yeah, a very weak and brittle boned twenty-two year old man.” You laughed again at Taehyung’s exaggerations. You noticed how safe you feel when you’re with him. The entire party, you were on edge for majority of the time: Jimin introduces you to Namjoon, you dance with Namjoon, Jungkook pisses you the fuck off, and then he kisses and fingers you and makes you squirt, Jungkook made you cry because he used you, and now Namjoon asks you out on a date. To say that you were mentally done was an understatement; a big understatement.

Taehyung is one of your bestest friends now. You trust him with your life. The way Taehyung makes you feel whenever you are with him is enough to prove to you that Taehyung has been your missing puzzle piece all along. He is the friend you needed to have in your life. Someone that you can gossip with, joke around with, hang with, be stupid with, and everything in between.

“You know I love you right?” you confess to him. Taehyung stops in his tracks and bores his eyes into yours. “You what?” He said in a low voice. Why was his heart beating so fast? Why was he feeling euphoric all of the sudden?

“What? I said I love you. I can’t say I love you?” you smile at his reaction. “L-like you love me?” He is indirectly asking for your clarification of what kind of love you mean.

“Yes, Taehyung. I love you. You’re probably the bestest friend I have ever had.”

Oh. His heart sunk at the realization of the kind of love you meant. Platonic love.

Taehyung was trying to hide the disappointment in his face. He was beginning to understand why he felt disappointed. Taehyung is mentally slapping himself for being so stupid all this time.

“I love you too, __. You’re my best friend too.” He grimaced. “Do you love me more than Jimin?” You joked, giving him a pouty face. He chuckled at you, “Maybe so, __. Maybe so.” He wrapped his arms around you, and the two of you began walking towards the closest bus station.

Taehyung loved the way his arms snaked perfectly around your shoulders.

How could I have been so blind all this time?

He loved the way you rested your head onto his shoulder.

When did this happen?

He loved the way your hair smelled like. He could smell as he towered above you.

What the fuck am I supposed to do?

He adored the way you laughed at every single of his lame jokes. The way you try to joke back with him. He loved having you all to himself at this very moment.

Jimin was right this whole time.

I am-

He loved how you entered his life at the perfect moment in his life when he needed you. He needed someone that would allow him to look forward waking up everyday, look forward to the simple small things, the mundane things. Like getting coffee, taking a walk, engaging in conversations, watching movies, just existing. He felt as if he didn’t have a purpose anymore before you came; stuck in a constant boring routine, with no one to talk to. After feeling as if he was losing his bond with Jungkook, Taehyung was craving a new partner in his life. His new half, his reason view life as optimistic as he could. He didn’t realize how much he needed you in his life until now. And he loved that about you. In this very moment, Taehyung realized that he is

I am in love with __.

In love with you.

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Halloween request event

Come one and Come all today is spook mouth all day and night and this year I want to give everyone a special event for a holiday of horror and nostalgia.

Welcome to the Halloween party to request for any horror of your choice and to your heart desires and here are the choices:

Creepypastas and pokepastas

Crospe Groom Vincent Valentine anniversary

Spooky Mouth

Horror games and movies pules tv shows

Day of the dead

Celebrating the FNAF movie

Characters cosplaying

Halloween party

Trick or treat

Prompts of your choice (it has to be spooky theme)

AUs

Pumpkin patch

folklore

Monsters

Suff form your childhood or nostalgia

Retro

Fan made monster high skullector dolls

Fanasy horror

Dead in the night

20. Any thing horror related

21. Gruesome faith

22. Yandere nightmare

23. Fan art of fan made horror games

24. Lots of blood and gore

25. Gothic style

26. Fall / autumn

27. Vacation to nightmare

28. Apocalypse

29. Dark desire

30. Monster fright

31. Hypnos lullaby tribute

32. Friday the 13th

33. Candy

34. Horror anime shows

35. Japan Halloween theme

36. Your ocs

37. Black and white horror Style

38. Tim Burton

39. Disney's Halloween theme movies

40. Bloody movie theater

41. Bloody snacks

42. mcdonald's boo buckets

43. Halloween specials

44. Vincent Valentine's birthday

45. L's Birthday

46. Bakery hell

47. Pumpkin spice latte

48. treehouse of horror

49. Childhood trauma

51. Tails's birthday and Tankman birthday

52. Monster Mash

53. sweetest of dreams

54. Night of the nuns

55. Ladies night

56. Sweet as sugar

57. Cafe nights

58. Fortunes of misfortunes

59. Last night at the Christmas party

60. Everless night

61. Final Call of a final girl

62. Death by Grimace Shake

63. Cupcakes

64. Eddsworld

65. R.I.P in pieces

66. Nightmare night

67. Five nights of fun

68. Victims of blood lust

69. vocaloid of terror

70. Dawn of the box office

71. Build a bitch

72. Doomsday

73. Winterwonder HorrorLand

74. Magician of mischievous

75. Tales of Horror Korean

76. Psychotic pharaoh

75. Animal crossing Halloween stuff

76. Cookie Run

77. Grave mistake

78. Lost CN episodes

79. Haunting Hour

80. Chills

81. Deadly sorrow

82. Night of the Woods

83. Come learn with Pibby

84. Fran bow

85. Garden of nightmares

86.🌡Blood n Honey 🍯

87. Random Encounters

88. Reflections

89. Deepest of regrets

90. Hell on kitty

91. Wii Deleted You

92. Jerry's basement

93. Toy Story Black Friday incident

94. Mario Madness

95. Baked alive

94. Dead Bart

95. Saturday of asphyxiation

96. Wonderland Massacre

97. Untold loneliness

98. Mr. Prinz's Pokemon Dusk & Pokémon Dawn also Pokémon Nightfall even Pokémon Nocturne including Pokémon Aurora along with Klaus and Dave even the dark Chronicles.

99. Cult Of The Lamb (some parts of it),

100. Splatoween Splatfest

101. Printer problems

102. The Phantom of the Opera

103. Soap opera genre

104. Dream yard of doom

105. Buried alive

106. Spider tea party time

107. Afterlife with Archie

108. The Walking Dead

109. Lost Silver

110. Evil Among Us

111. Rainbow Factory

112. What have I done

113. Old Chateau

114. Zardy's maze

115.Japan Halloween style

116. Ghosting you since 96

117. The bite of 87

118. Horrific Thanksgiving

119. Self aware genre

200. Earthbound Halloween hack

201. sonic channel

202. Balena Productions (some of it)

203. Tails gets trolled Halloween mod

204. Little Red Riding Hood zombie BBQ

205. Creepy dolls

206. Blood and Feathers

207. meatcanyon

208. happy birthday balvenie

209. Karamari Hospital

210. Halloween shit post

211. Unown King

212. Cursed Cat Alastor

213. Lady/ man in the mirror

214. The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy

215. Resident Evil

216. Spooky Redraws

217. The House of the Dead

218. Haunted Mansion

219. October birthdays

220. illbleed (it's a horror game)

221. Night of the consumers

222. Flesh Birds

223. Dino Crisis

224. Witch way

225. Eaten alive

226. Spookycore

227. No Escape

228. Goth Amy

229. Jack the Pumpkin King

230. Dear brother

231. Ben 10 Zombozo

232. Living Dead Boy / Girl

233. Monster Hunters

234. Nuns murder

235. The man that killed Halloween

236. After Dark

237. Little dark age

238. Calling All The Monsters

239. Turn the lights off

240. Thriller

241. Bloody Mary

242. Dead by Daylight

243. Spooky skeletons

244. Monsters under the bed

245. Charlie Brown Halloween special

246. Death comes at midnight

247. Black cats

248. Hocus Pocus

249. Radio demon

250. Overdue

251. Haunted by screams

252. Pandora's Box

253. Starve Eggman / starved characters

254. Ghostbusters (No 2016 version)

255. Nowhere to Run

256. Bloodpop

257. Plants vs Zombies

258. Main course

259. Genocide

260. Last Escape

261. Kill la kill anniversary

262. Shitno

263. Carnitrix

264. Blood stain ritual of the night

265. Suicide mickey.avi

266. Rain of Terror

267. Castlevania

268. Nightmare invasion

269. Deceased

270. City of the Dead

271. Scent of night

272. Look out!

273. Wind's Wreck

274. Children of the Night

275. Burger and Frights

276. Headless Horseman

277. Unborn's lullaby

278. There's always another night

279. Nebula

280. Reversion

281. Haunted by Screams

282. Living in the Dark

283. Moonlight Menschen

284. Hazbin hotel

285. One night at flumpty's

286. Crimson head

287. I am not me

288. Silent Hill

289. Jack O'Lantern

290. Gorefield

291. Tofu Survivor

292. Grim Reaper

293. Grave robber

294. Scared Stupid

295. Mr. X

296. Don't feed it at midnight

297. Red Mist

298. Boogeyman

299. Ghost zone

300. What's your favorite scary movie

301. Thalassophobia

302. Mr. L

303. Death is part of life

304. Abandoned by Disney

305. He needs to eat

306. Why I'll never play a Mario game again

307. Appleyes

308. Body Gore

309. Black Ops Zombies

310. Dead space

311. Sleep experiment

312. Every copy is personalized

314. Sonic Generations beta

315. No mercy

316. Eyeless Jack

317. Slender Man

318. Ben drowned

319. Godzilla NES

320. Misfortune.gb

321. Glitchy red

322. Strangle red

323. I am Mr mix

324. Happiness for sale

325. Rap rat

326. Escape from Marywood

327. 1999

328. Rotten yellow

329. Zombreon

330. Pokemon Dead channel

331. Creepy Jigglypuff

332. Disabled can't sing (it's based off of a Pokemon Creepypasta about a Wigglytuff name disabled that cannot sing or use any Pokemon moves)

333. Please hurry

334. Sonic. exe

335. Bio crisis

336. Lisa Trevor

337. Circle you game

338. I hate you

339. Left unchecked

340. National Noodle Day

341. Boyfriend day

342. Abandoned loneliness

343. Pasta night

344. Bad ending friends

345. Evil art

346. Possessed Dawn

347. No you're not the one

348. I am not a clone

349. Goosebumps

350. Triple trouble

351. Sally.exe

352. Purple guy

353. King of five nights at Freddy's

354. Not everything as it seems

355. The murder of me

356. I'm pretty sure it's haunted

357. Luna game

358. Polybius

359. Lemon monster

360. Ed Edd n Eddy's boo haw haw

361. Las plagas

362. Ghost train

363. Resident Evil scrapped creatures

364. The Batman that laughs

365. Gregory's Horror Show

366. Deep fear

367. Faceless

368. Slendytubbies

369. Helluva boss

370. Carnival of Lost Souls

371. Vampire heart Draculaura

372. Why do ghouls fall in love

373. Sugar skeletons

374. Blood drive

375. Darkstalkers

376. Little red psycho Hood

377. #DRCL midnight children manga

378. Blood wash

379. She sways in her velvet dress

380. Keep going

381. Broken finger paradise

382. Horror tales patrick

383. Just gold

384. Survive the night

385. Hex Girls

386. Scooby-Doo Zombie Island (sequel to the movie not allowed)

387. Virus

388. Higurashi: when they cry

389. Hinamizawa syndrome

390. It's alive

391. Happy Fella

392. Harvest festival 64

393. Bonnie's Bakery

394. Morning coffee

395. Close at 2

396. Mouthwashing

397. Dr jekyll and Mr hyde

398. Fruit witches

399. Scoop room

400. YouTuber lumpy touch

401. Sleep paralysis

402. That's not my neighbour

403. Scarlet milk

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The Enchanted Cafe - Season of Pumpkin Spice

(Self-indulgent coffee shop AU. Words: 5,492 - I know, long!!!!) tags: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Sirius Black/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Reader, Coffee Shops, Autumn, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Romantic Fluff, canon characters behaving canonically, with a dash of homebrew to this coffee pot, Gender Neutral Reader - Character, no y/n, alternate happy universe

Out of many obvious perks of working at a coffee shop - like actually being paid and having near unlimited access to coffee - if you had to select one, you would point to the customers you could observe. Of course, you knew all the stories about how working in customer service was a pain, people being basically just people, sure. But it has never been the case in the coffee shop that you worked for now. It was hard to explain why. All kinds of different types of beings would parade in front of the counter on any given day, but either there was some actual magic at work, or the Enchanted Cafe only attracted the polite ones.

Like the constantly smiling owner of the bookshop two streets over, an avid fan of white three-piece suits and vanilla latte. Or the mother, who would come in with twins, a boy and a girl, both of them drawing at the children's table while she drank her Saturday afternoon espresso. The solemn, tall man, who only ever ordered a single cup of the simplest black coffee and for whom you kept a lavish porcelain sugar bowl filled with sugar cubes behind the counter; he would put only one cube in his cup using pair of silver tongs and stir it slowly with left hand, while writing down rows and rows of notes in his small notebook. The older lady who had walked her cat around the neighbourhood every Monday and Thursday, and stepped in for an americano with a cookie on the side.

And then there were those two guys that made your heart skip a beat whenever they entered the shop.

The Star - Sirius x Reader (on AO3) The Moon - Remus x Reader (on AO3) The Celestial Phenomenon - Wolfstar x Reader (on AO3) (you can skip either or read all, makes more sense as a whole) (full story under cut, enjoy!)

The Star

Come to think of it, they actually started coming in for coffee around the same time. Sirius was the first to make an appearance.

You remembered it well; it was the first of the warmer days of late spring, and it was starting to get really sunny. He walked briskly into the coffee shop in full leather jacket, long sleeves and all, and for a good ten seconds you wondered what kind of person would dress like that in a weather like this. Then, when he approached the counter and flashed you a smile, you instantly knew the answer.

Hot. A hot person.

“Double espresso, to go,” he ordered, without even looking at the menu. You overcame the momentary stupor, responding with a practised salesperson grin of your own.

“Right on it! Anything else I can tempt you with? Chocolate chip cookies?”

“Hmmm, tempting indeed,” he hummed, pretending to consider the desserts on display, but you felt his eyes on you. It was quite funny, the way you suddenly felt like a rare piece of highly appreciated art. The man winked at your slightly flustered cheeks. “I'll give it a pass today, thank you very much for the suggestion.”

“Very well,” you picked up the paper cup and a pen. “What should I write on the cup for you?”

“Oh, I'm Sirius.”

“About what?”

There was a second of silence, then another and you cursed yourself internally. That kind of blunder never ever happened to you. It had to be the face of that man, that mischievous smirk pulling the corners of his lips upwards, those silvery-grey eyes that gleamed now that he began to chuckle, that line of carefully trimmed beard which highlighted his sharp cheekbones, that long black hair, falling gracefully on the leather jacket. You blinked.

“I'm extremely sorry for that! Sirius, like the star?” You forced your hand to scribble the name on the side of the cup, letters coming out sharp and uneven.

“Yeah, like the star,” he confirmed, still chuckling quietly. “Nice to meet you, Pumpkin.”

You caught his eyes reading the name tag on your lapel. One of the curious little quirks of the coffee shop was that each worker was expected to pick a name for themselves. It had to be related to coffee in any way, proper - obviously - and it would be used among the staff and towards the customers instead of real names. You liked the idea and you became Pumpkin Spice without a second thought.

On a third thought, however, exactly at this moment, you wished you had picked something else. Something more classy, perhaps.

Like Espresso.

“The pleasure is all mine, Sirius.” The coffee dispenser whirred its happy grinding tune. “That would be 8.50.”

Sirius put a 20 bill on the counter and as he waved dismissively when you reached for the change, you noticed his fingers and wrists were adorned with sharp, black lines of tattoos.

“See you around!”

It was maybe a week later when he paraded in again, the same leather jacket on his shoulders, the same grin on his handsome face. This time there was a small queue in front of the counter and while you talked to other customers, you allowed yourself a few discreet glances in his direction, taxing his silhouette in more detail. He was tall, slender in that subtle way that he could pretend not to work out if he didn't want to. Raven black hair fell loosely on his shoulders, and every now and again he'd run his fingers through it, pushing it back. Under the leather of his jacket, his shirt was nonchalantly unbuttoned on the top, black line of tattoos showing over his clavicles as well.

When Sirius finally approached the counter, he rested his elbow against it casually and you noticed that one of the tattoos on his left palm was a small paw print, like that of a dog.

“Hello, Pumpkin,” he flashed you the same smile as before.

“Good afternoon, Sirius. What can I tempt you with today?”

“Again with the cookies?”

You smiled and performed an exaggerated shrug, pointing with your open arms to the display counters around.

“We at the Enchanted Cafe are dedicated to tempt you with all sorts of sweets,” you recited. “Along with a large selection of assorted coffee, ready to put a spell on your taste buds.”

He laughed - and it was a laughter designed to melt the knees of those affected. Your knees were ready to gleefully oblige.

“Double espresso to go, please! You will find me not easily tempted,” he declared, winking.

You prepared a cup, adorned his name with little stars above both "i's" and accepted the exact same tip as before.

He came in several more times over the following week or two. "Double espresso to go" became a regular order and you found yourself preparing a cup with stars on it every morning if it wasn't already there. Sometimes, if there was no queue, he would chat you up and you would learn something about his taste in music (you shared an interest there) or his motorcycle (that he once parked in view of the cafe window and damn, that machine was gorgeous).

Then, when summer started in full, Sirius ditched his leather for a sleeveless black shirt.

Unsurprisingly, his tattoos extended to his arms and visible portion of the chest. Equally unsurprisingly, you found them extremely attractive. Along with the rest of him, naturally.

“I can see that the weather has forced a change,” you remarked casually when he walked in on that first day of summer, and Sirius grinned widely at you.

“Is it a good change or a bad change in your opinion, Pumpkin?”

“That depends,” you picked up the cup that had waited for him for two full days. “Will I be able to tempt you for a summer special coffee?”

“Let's hear it!” He leaned over the counter, as per his usual manner, and a subtle mixture of sweat, petrol and spicy cologne drifted towards you, somehow discernible among the overwhelming aroma of coffee.

“We have a mint-and-chocolate scented blend, ideal to go on ice or with milk,” you wondered briefly if white coffee was even his thing. “The official name is 'too cool for school', by the way.”

“For real?” Sirius chuckled. “Or are you making it up as you go?”

“You're offending my honour as a barista, good sir.”

“My most heartfelt apologies!” Theatrically, he took a step back and bowed. There was a subtle grace to the movement, something that told you he had been practising etiquette for years. “Although it does sound like my type of coffee, Pumpkin. Consider me tempted.”

“I'll write it down as an achievement in my diary,” you grinned. “On ice? Or do you want to experiment with double espresso? I should warn you, the aroma gets sharp.”

“Do you get to write two achievements if I decide on ice?”

“I get to write three if you order the cookie as well.”

The way he smiled always made you grin in return and that was the most natural grin you ever had - not the polite, trained smile of the barista, but something more… real.

“Not today, Pumpkin, not today... Summer special on ice only, please.”

“You know I will keep on trying,” you puffed with pretend offence and he winked at you when you handed him the freezing cup, perspiration in the air already shimmering on the sides. It’s a policy to put the cutlery on the counter or directly on the table, but before you did, Sirius caught it mid-air from your hand and just for a brief second your fingers connected with his tattooed ones.

For some reason you kept thinking about that for a long time and from that moment on, whenever he ordered the summer special on ice, your fingers touched. Again. And again.

You almost didn't want the summer to be over, wondering if the “double espresso to go” will replace this little ritual of yours. Sometimes you pondered if Sirius had ever noticed, or if he just kept picking the cup from your hand and walking out towards his motorcycle oblivious to the spark of joy that he had yet again brought into your day.

The Moon

There was another reason for you to smile widely when you prepared the shop each morning before it opened for the customers. It was reflected in a small collection of neatly stacked receipts that you kept in an envelope at the side of your breakroom drawer. The receipts themselves were as insignificant as they could be - each one for the exact same cappuccino on rice milk, no extras. But each one had a small, pencil drawing at the back. It was always something simple: sometimes a cup on the table, a car visible from the cafe window, or a book that he was reading, but there was something soft and warm in the graphite lines that made you feel equally soft and warm on the inside.

First time Remus paid a visit to the Enchanted Cafe there was no receipt yet, however. You spotted him in the queue of regulars that was attended to by Latte when you came back from your break. It was raining and the coffee shop was packed full of people not entirely ready to go and face the weather. Umbrellas in the stands and several coats were drying on the side, adding a unique scent of moisture to the air full of mingling conversations.

You took the queue over from Latte before Remus had approached the counter and you had just enough time to take a good look at him. He was tall, probably a little bit taller than Sirius (well, you DO have a type), with long, slender limbs. His patched-up coat seemed to be a bit too loose for his body. Brown, curly hair was marked with ashen grey on the sides, even though he didn’t seem old at all - maybe late twenties? Early thirties? When you greeted him and he gave you a small, apologetic smile, you noticed his honey-coloured eyes had tiny wrinkles in the corners.

But what had your curiosity piqued was the scar that cut diagonally through his face. It started above his left brow, arched across the nose and right cheek almost to the corner of his thin lips. You allowed yourself only one stare, as discreet as you could in the circumstances.

“Good morning, what can I tempt you with today?”

“I'd like a cappuccino, please,” his voice was rich and soft, somehow bringing about an image of a warm blanket and a fireplace. “Do you have any vegan options?”

“Absolutely!” you mentally listed the content of the fridge. “We have soy, almond and rice at the moment.”

There was a short moment of hesitation from him, and as you looked at his face expectantly, you noticed that the scar was just a central one of three. Much less prominent, two other long gashes were visible in regular proximity from one another. It sort of looked like a huge claw mark.

“Are any of those options paid extra?” He asked finally and you shook your head.

“Absolutely not. Regardless of the milk type, cappuccino will put you at 6.20,” you explained, then added after a sudden afterthought. “There is no price difference between having coffee in or taking it to go, either.”

“Thank you... Pumpkin Spice?”

“That's me.”

“Unusual,” he smiled softly and his eyes gleamed with golden sparks. “I might take the opportunity to enjoy the coffee inside, but not today. A cappuccino with rice milk to go, please.”

You nodded and picked up a paper cup.

“It's not often this packed,” you remarked, seeing how he kept glancing around with that awkward unease some people displayed when in a crowd. “What should I write on your cup?”

Another slight pause, reluctant and a little wary. You knew that kind of silence - an introvert in the wild. You sympathised.

“Enchanted Cafe believes in a personal approach to customers,” you made your best effort to sound light and encouraging, “but I could swear some of the things I write on those cups are most definitely not the real names. There's this one older guy who always asks for his coffee to be signed 'Real Elvis' and, mind, there's not even a trace of resemblance.”

He chuckled softly in response, visibly disarmed.

“My name is Remus, thank you for this... insightful piece of trivia.”

“Humour is completely free of charge, Remus,” you grinned and the coffee machine whirred gleefully. “That will be 6.20.”

He meticulously counted the coins and picked the cup into his hand. You noticed that his wrist also carried thin lines of three diagonal scars, almost completely faded against the skin.

“It was an absolute delight to chat with you, Pumpkin, thank you.”

“Pleasure was all mine. Until next time!”

As it were, the next time happened on one of the following mornings. Remus came into the cafe looking quite exhausted, his face pale with bags under his gentle eyes. You were familiar with the look. After all, it was a coffee shop and people worked all kinds of hours.

“Good morning, Remus. You look like you could use a solid espresso today,” you remarked lightly and smiled at the look on his face.

“Good morning, Pumpkin. I'm surprised you remembered my name.”

“It's a very nice name,” you reached for the paper cup. “Plus, my memory is insanely good when it comes to my customers. Cappuccino with rice milk to go?”

You watched his eyebrows rise in an incredulous expression.

“Insanely good indeed... However, I was actually looking forward to spending some time here, I have about an hour to spare.”

You beamed at him gleefully. “Splendid! Would you like the same coffee or can I tempt you with a seasonal special?”

“Same, please.”

“Cookie? Cupcake? We have vegan options too.”

Remus smiled softly and shook his head.

“Thank you for this consideration, but I will pass.”

“Sure thing! It will be 6.20, please take a seat wherever you like and I'll bring your coffee momentarily,” you smiled widely at him, some part of you sensing that he needed the positive vibes.

Keeping that in mind, you selected a cup with celestial motifs on the side and when you put it on the table next to Remus, you rotated it so that the yellow drawing of the sun was facing him.

“For a good day,” you said and he gave you one more tired smile from above the book he was reading.

Remus left some time later and while you were cleaning the table, you found the receipt tucked under the saucer, with a pencil drawing of the sun and the words 'Here's to hoping'.

He became a regular after that, usually visiting on mornings, reading a different book every week. Most of the time you only exchanged a few sentences and you would leave him in the corner next to bookshelves in peace. On occasion, when the coffee shop was less crowded, you discreetly watched him read from behind the counter. Remus, while reserved and collected when you talked, was what you referred to as 'an emotional reader'. By far, he was not the only one you saw - people would often bring their books or pick up any of those you had on the shelves. But there was something both vulnerable and exhilarating in the way a range of emotions crossed his handsome, scarred face when he read. You watched him smile to the pages, knit his brows, pick on his moustache and drum his fingers on the surface of the table. You imagined the stories he saw in his head and, for some reason, you also envisioned a comfortable sofa next to a fireplace and his long arm wrapped around your shoulder as you were reading the same book together.

The softness and warmth of that imaginary scene lingered with you throughout the summer, as you collected his drawings on the back of each receipt. You never did anything to act upon it. It was a pleasure that you enjoyed silently in your mind, a small cosy thought that made your heart flutter whenever Remus entered the cafe. You tried to reflect that through the selection of cups you picked for him every time - especially on those mornings when he came in looking twice as tired as anyone else. The sun was there often, so was the moon, and your personal favourite - a set of cups adorned with quills and ink pots. Somehow, you made it a sort of a challenge to bring a smile to his face on those days and each time you accomplished one, it was worth more to you than almost anything else in the world.

The Celestial Phenomenon

The summer ended in a string of warm days that slowly gave way to cool mornings and evenings. You knew it was over one late afternoon when a deep roar of the motorcycle announced Sirius’ arrival and you watched him saunter into the near-empty coffee shop in his regular leather jacket. On the inside you sighed with regret. On the outside you smiled, waiting for him to approach the counter. Uncharacteristically of him, he was looking around the place, as if searching for someone.

Whoever that was, however, they weren’t inside yet.

“Hiya, Pumpkin!” Sirius leaned over the counter and flashed you one of his grins.

“Good afternoon to you too, Sirius!” In a way you had been dreading this moment for weeks now, but it was time. “I’m sorry to inform you that our summer special is no longer on the menu.”

“Figures, what with the weather changing, and all,” he patted the side of his jacket, winking as if the two of you were real co-conspirators. “I suppose it’s back to my favourite double kick then?”

“Unless…” your throat tightened for a second. “I could tempt you with our replacement autumn special, perhaps?”

You saw it. Sirius’ eyes flashed towards the menu over your head, reading the words in a fraction of a second.

“Oh?” He locked his silver eyes with you, a mischievous smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Please tell me what that is. I’m extremely invested in hearing you say it.”

“There is no doubt in my heart that you are,” you replied, sighing. You were a seasoned salesperson, dammit. You could say it to this gorgeous man without fainting, for sure. “Can I tempt you with our very own, magical pumpkin spice scented coffee blend? Goes really well with milk and gets really spicy as an espresso.”

“I thought you’d never ask, Pumpkin.”

You almost choked on the next sentence, “To go, I presume?”

His laughter was doing something really weird to your knees.

“To leave and not have the pleasure of watching this delightful fluster?” Sirius teased and you rolled your eyes theatrically. “In fact, I’m meeting with someone here today. It seems I got here first, though.”

“I suppose I’m an architect of my own anguish,” you said with mock self-pity, even though your heart sank somewhat at his words and the dreamy, far-off look that crossed his face for a moment. “Milk, no milk? Cookies and such?”

Sirius shook his head. “Double spicy espresso sounds amazing enough.”

“Coming right up. Please take a seat wherever you like and I’ll be there with your order momentarily.”

When you fumbled to pick a cup for him, your gaze fell on the paper one that you prepared earlier, stars and everything. For a second you pondered whether Sirius meeting with someone would be an end to something for you. Something less tangible than a cup of frosty summer special. Something like a wistful daydream of the black-haired man on his motorcycle, smiling at you. For you.

The coffee machine buzzed comfortingly as the aroma of cinnamon filled you with its familiar sense of calm. What will be, will be. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Sirius took a table for two next to the window. It gave him a good view both at the counter and the entrance door.

“Double espresso pumpkin spice for you.”

You placed the cup on the table in front of him right when the doorbell rang, announcing another customer. A spark appeared in Sirius’ eyes when he spotted the person coming in and for a split second you didn’t want to turn around. You did, of course.

It was Remus.

“Oi, Moony!” Sirius called and Remus' head snapped in the direction immediately. He noticed you and you smiled lightly as Sirius passed by, catching the other man in a quick embrace.

“Really, Padfoot...” Remus sighed under his breath, loud enough for you to hear. His face, visible from an angle, was a mixture of joy and fluster.

You tried to casually edge back behind the counter, distancing yourself from their exchange of greetings. There was something distinctly intimate in the way Sirius rested his tattooed hand on his companion's arm and in the way Remus' head leaned in his direction. You could tell those two knew each other for a long time.

Long and close enough to become familiar and aware of each other's bodies. You’ve rarely seen this kind of connection and it was something that deep in your heart you kept dreaming about.

“Did you wait?”

“Just came in,” Sirius glanced over his shoulder and grinned. “Pumpkin has been telling me about their autumn special, I'm pretty sure you're going to love it.”

“I am?” Remus smiled at you, and you returned the grin.

“Please don't mind me and good afternoon, Remus! I'll be at the counter whenever you are ready to place your order.”

“No time like the present,” Sirius clapped his hands together, pushing the other man gently towards you. “My treat, so… anything you want, Moony.”

“Sirius, honestly…” There was something reticent in Remus’ voice and in your mind you recalled his receipts, each one exactly the same, no extras.

“Enough!” Sirius laughed. “I told you we’re here to celebrate and celebrate we shall. Pumpkin, don’t let him wiggle out of it. We will take cake and coffee, and anything else you can tempt us with.”

“Fine by me,” you grinned. “But only if Remus is okay with it as well. I would not want to force any sort of sweets on anyone.”

“Oh, for… Fine!” Remus took a long inhale, closing his eyes for a moment. Small smile appeared on his lips. “But please remember, vegan options only and…”

“...no cocoa, because of allergies,” Sirius finished smoothly. “Any recommendations, Pumpkin?”

You took a quick glance at the treats on display, a little cleaned out now at the end of the day.

“There are fruit tarts, muffins and a carrot cake that I can readily suggest.”

“All of it.”

“Padfoot!” Remus gasped and Sirius grinned at him with that disarming smile of his.

“All of it! Pumpkin, don’t listen to him.”

“That’s quite a celebration you two are having,” you noted, trying to discern whether Remus was actually on board with the plethora of sweets that was just ordered. You noted his brown eyes shooting you a look that was both slightly embarrassed and secretly pleased.

“I… I have a new job,” he said in an apologetic tone. Sirius threw his arm around his companion’s shoulders.

“Way to downplay achieving your dream, Moony!”

“Oh, please…”

“Either way,” you decided to gently interrupt, “I understand that congratulations are in order, Remus. Please accept mine as well.”

“Thank you, Pumpkin,” he replied with a smile, as Sirius rubbed his shoulder gleefully. “So… about that autumn special…”

“Absolutely,” you caught a wink that Sirius made explicitly at you and fought the urge to wink back. “Would you be tempted by your regular cappuccino on rice milk, but with a dash of pumpkin spice?”

You saw him stiffen a little, confusion flashing across his face for a moment, until Sirius leaned in.

“The coffee is scented, Moony,” he announced in a conspiratorial whisper and Remus shuddered visibly, as if waking up from a thought. You watched it, trying to understand what was going on. “Like I said, I knew you’d love the idea.”

“Of course, pumpkin spice, autumn, makes sense,” Remus said quickly. “Such a wonderful seasonal tradition, isn’t it?”

“Are you a fan of autumn, Pumpkin?” Sirius turned his silver eyes on you and something deep in your soul made an unhealthy squeal.

“I thought it was obvious, I did choose the name myself,” you smiled, watching Remus absent-mindedly rub the back of his neck. “If you two could take a seat at the table, I will go about preparing your celebration feast. Two of each dessert, I assume?”

“You know it! Go on, Moony, I’ll take care of the rest…”

Remus opened his mouth as if ready to comment on it somehow, but gave up and shook his head with a sigh. Sirius gave him a gentle slap on the shoulder and leaned over the counter towards you.

“Care to tell me what was that about?” You asked in a low whisper through the unchanged smile on your face.

“Whatever do you mean, Pumpkin?” His eyebrows rose in a surprised expression that you couldn’t decide was genuine or not. It made you hesitate. You could have been imagining something that wasn’t there and asking a question would make an idiot out of yourself. Was it even possible…

Something glimmered in Sirius’ eyes and you decided to withdraw.

“You could have told me that you wanted to throw a feast,” you chided quietly. “I would have prepared it before Remus arrived. But, no worries!” You added, when he straightened up. “I’ll get it done in no time.”

“I’m sorry, Pumpkin, I didn’t really…”

“It’s fine, completely fine! Forget I even mewled about it,” you said with a grin, pulling a cup from the cupboard. The sun-and-moon celestial cup that you usually picked for Remus on his visits. “I’ll bring everything to the table in a moment, don’t you worry.”

For a second or two Sirius stared at you thoughtfully, his eyes narrowed, as if he was considering saying something. Or maybe you imagined it. You definitely did.

“You’re right, I could have warned you,” he said finally with a rueful grin. “Will do it next time, promise.”

You waved your hand, regretting that you even started the subject. It was a lousy attempt to redirect the conspiratorial whisper you led with and now you were quite angry with yourself. It wasn’t Sirius’ fault. You watched as he placed a considerable amount of money on the counter, far more than the order's cost, and shook his head when you turned to the cash register.

“Really, Sirius…”

“Not you too!” He laughed. “Please, Pumpkin, you deserve it. You have never been anything less but a delight to either of us.”

You froze. Sirius was still smiling, knowingly. You suddenly realised that they must have talked about you sometime earlier. They knew each other. They must have. It was difficult to decide at this moment if the realisation was more of a surprise or…

A delight.

Next hour or so passed in a dreamlike haze. You bid goodbye to a few passing customers and began to slowly clean up the shop, while the two men you grew so fond of were chatting quietly at the table, slowly going through the desserts. Afternoon turned into evening and you realised that closing time was getting nearer. You didn’t want it to happen. There was something exciting that filled the air in your lungs, as if simply being in proximity to both of them together made the world a slightly better place.

Eventually, you approached their table. “I am really sorry, but it’s getting late,” they both looked up, silver and brown eyes locking at your face. “It’s been a pleasure to host you in Enchanted Cafe. I hope everything was to your liking?”

The words felt insincere, maybe for the first time since you have been working here. You wanted to keep watching them. The golden gleam in Remus’ eyes when Sirius was telling him something quietly. The movement of Sirius’ hand, just lightly touching the fingers of the other man. There was something enthralling in the connection that you witnessed. You wished that you were a part of it, even as a spectator, for the rest of your life.

“Pumpkin…” Remus began, but his voice trailed off. Sirius smiled at you.

“Could you sit with us for a moment?” He asked and you found it difficult to respond with your suddenly tightened throat.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand…”

“Please,” Sirius stood up, offering you his chair. “Just for a moment. We hope that you could settle one debate for us.”

“Uh-huh…”

“Pads, you’re making it awkward,” Remus complained, and you noticed his cheeks were reddening slightly.

“I’m not!” Sirius scoffed. “I just wanted to show some manners, for once. Don’t you always grumble about that?”

Remus rolled his eyes but said nothing. You couldn’t help but smile, even though you were rapidly losing your train of thought.

“What debate?”

Sirius grinned at you. “A hypothetical question, Pumpkin. If you were to go to dinner with one of us, which one would it be?”

You didn’t hear that right.

“Wait, what?”

“If you were to…”

“Both,” you blurted out before Sirius had the chance to finish the sentence. For a long moment they stared at you in complete silence. Remus’ brows rose up while Sirius’ smile widened. “I don’t see why I would want to choose between the two of you. It’s both or none.”

“Wow,” was all Sirius replied with. Remus didn’t say a word.

“Not what you expected?” You grinned. “As far as hypotheticals go, I suppose the debate remains unsolved. Sorry to disappoint. Now, I really, really need to start closing, so if I could kindly ask you to…”

Your voice trailed off into silence when neither of them moved. They exchanged glances again and Remus laughed. It was a warm laughter, pouring over the silence like honey. You realised that you never heard it before.

“Dearest Pumpkin, what if it was not a hypothetical?” He asked finally, getting up and reaching out towards you with his hand. On your other side Sirius mirrored that gesture, his silver eyes regarding you with intensity you have not seen before. You hesitated just for a fraction of a second, before reaching out to both of them, feeling their fingers close around your palms. It was most likely not a dream.

“Both,” you repeated, a little hoarsely. “But there will be no dinner until the cafe is closed, so you two either help me with the dishes or… Dunno, wait here? Is that even an offer for tonight or…”

“If you agree, yeah,” Sirius smiled, leaning just a tiny bit closer to you. You felt your heart flutter in your chest, threatening to stop or explode, you weren’t sure. Their hands were warm and amazingly real, sharing that warmth of their connection that you watched all afternoon.

Autumn was off to a surprising start, it seemed.

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40sandfabulousaf · 2 months

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大家好! I dislike wishing others harm and refuse to do so, but after seeing Palestinian lives so tragically cut short in Gaza, I'm praying for the parties which directly or indirectly allow this carnage to go on to be punished. The longer they prevent a ceasefire, the more severe I pray their punishment will be. I don't know how this massacre and potential starvation of an entire civilisation can be justified. To me, it's morally very wrong.

The Muslim nasi padang that I had this week came with rice, chicken rendang (chicken in a spicy coconut sauce), crispy sunny side up, as well as stirfried brinjal and spinach. With the situation in Gaza looking increasingly dire and dangerous, friendly gestures - no matter how small - hopefully remind Muslim friends that they are not alone. Besides, their food is tasty and one can have pretty nutritious meals at a reasonable price. This nasi padang set me back $4.80. Compare that to the price of a risotto, which normally is served with far less protein and vegetables - usually at least $22!

There's been a lot of scaremongering about refined carbohydrates but many of us here still happily devour them. In fact, too much fruit for breakfast might not be all that healthy due to its high sugar content. As long as I remain active, a balanced morning meal of protein, vegetables and noodles is fine even if eaten everyday. It's how I've eaten all of my life and it works so why change it? Besides, I don't have a sweet tooth so fruit and oatmeal breakfasts aren't my thing.

It's pretty easy to hit our 5-a-day (veggies and fruit) when breakfast, lunch and dinner are all served with vegetables. Fruit, consumed as a juice and dessert, make up the rest. Combined with regular exercise, these balanced meals provide enough nutrition and energy to keep us healthy, active, alert and energetic for a pretty long time. I won't give up my noodles and rice any time soon. Life is for living and I won't eat something I don't like unless it's absolutely necessary.

This week marks the end of Chinese New Year celebrations. Yuan xiao (the 15th day) falls on Saturday and, besides catch ups with Grace and Douglas as well as N, there was also a Chinese New Year lunch that became mayhem 😆 I'll share more in the next post. I've had fun; it's why this festival is the best time of the year for me. 下次见!

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literally-cat-woman · 4 months

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intro 😍😍

name: antoinette

sex: yes please! (female)

ethnicity: weird mix between hungarian mongolian and german. asian-caucasian? my parents came to the states from germany. but i was born a real american girl

favourite things: books, movies, tv shows, fashion, shopping to escape my dreadful existence, music, theatre, writing, literature

favourites:

music: lana del rey, crystal castles... everything coquette and/or weird incel-y (studying their weapons)

tv: bojack horsemen, saturday night life, 30 rock, house md...

movies: todd solondz movies, sugar n spice, drop dead gorgeous, dead poets society, SOFIA COPPOLA! MOVIES!! SEEING PRICILLA IN JANUARY!!!

aesthetics i lijke: Coquette (vintage americana, pink pilatis princess), 60s fash

books: toooooo many to count. everything by nabokov. history books

languages: german, french, english,

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moonlitmeeks · 2 years

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more secret relationship headcanons w tristan? sry for spamming!! nsfw if u want!

please dont apologise love omg!!! i adore receiving these asks (+adore writing for tristan) so thank u for sending it in<33 hope you enjoy!!! slight nsfw under the cut!

though your relationship is hidden, tristan makes the most of his flirty personality to tease you in front of others, shooting you cheeky compliments and biting back a grin as you try to act casual.

loves watching you squirm when people ask about your relationship, enjoying the many ways you try to cover up the way you two act around one another.

unsurprisingly, tristan views the secret aspect of your relationship to be exciting, almost exhilarating. he’d be lying if he said the thought of somehow being caught didn’t entice him.

it’s the reason he starts to become a little more careless, not double checking classroom doors before he hoists you onto a desk and presses his lips to your own, hands trailing further up your legs towards the hem of your skirt.

you scold him whenever he gets too bold, insisting people will find out if he doesn’t stop

of course, he reprimands you, telling you you need to be more careful with the most shit-eating grin on his face

one downside? since people think you’re single, there’s no shortage of other students flirting with you and trying to charm you. this riles tristan up a ton, as he knows there’s little he can do about it.

in public, at least.

behind closed doors, however, he ensures you know that you’re his and he’s yours, leaving deep purple marks on your thighs and collar bones.

loves having you moan his name, knowing that he’s the one making you feel good, and that he’s the only one who can see you like this.

it’s his own little slice of heaven, a private haven he wouldnt trade for the world

#🪶 ; bee’s headcanons!#sugar n spice saturdays #dear anon<3 #tristan dugray #tristan dugray x reader #tristan dugray x you #tristan dugray headcanons

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itadorisgf · 3 years

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SUGAR N SPICE - NANAMI KENTO

or nanami kento as your sugar daddy

- note: i’ve been thinking a lot about nanami and yeah <333 also i have no fucking clue how sugar daddies work lmfao

- edit: this turned out way longer than i expected

- ft. nanami kento

- warning: cursing, nsfw

- tagging : @miitsukai hey bae 😆😆

- GOJO SATORU EDITION

⤷ main page

NANAMI KENTO

first, let’s get this out of the way, nanami kento is so fucking hot.

your arrangement is formal. you probably meet through a sugar daddy website. at first you’re skeptical because it seems a little too good to be true like here’s this man who’s not that old, hot, and not a fucking creep? sign me up!

but for real, you’re cautious after being scammed a few too many times.

during the first conversation, nanami lays out his expectations and rules if you want to be his sugar baby. he’ll wire you a set amount of money every two weeks. he doesn’t expect much from you in return besides companionship in the form of texting, calling, and taking you out when he has the chance to. he states that he has no expectations of more sexual favors and does not wish to pressure you into anything if you are uncomfortable.

uhhhh, is this man real????? you’re definitely surprised that he doesn’t expect sex in exchange for money, but you’re not going to complain.

he’s a lil stiff and formal, but he’s polite and you got bills to pay, so you easily agree to the arrangement.

you two probably don’t meet up for awhile. nanami’s often occupied with work, but you text frequently. you’re surprised that he shows genuine interest in your life and what you do.

he asks about your day and inquires about things you’ve mentioned offhandedly, which is strangely touching.

when you ask about his day in return, he just says “work is work” and then proceeds to talk about how it’s shit.

you almost choked on your spit when you first read that. it’s not often that nanami curses so you found it amusing how much he loathed work, especially when he was forced to work overtime.

he calls you once a week on fridays. the first time you heard his voice, let’s just say it got you feeling some type of way to say the least.

don’t even get me started on the first time he took you out. it’s at the end of one of his weekly calls that he tells you he’d like to take you out next saturday. you don’t have any other plans so you agree and nanami informs you that he’ll send you some extra money so you can buy yourself a new outfit for your date.

he sends you way too fucking much for a simple outfit, but you’re not complaining. it takes you awhile to decide what to wear, but eventually you choose to purchase a simple black dress. it’s not too showy or revealing besides the slit up your thigh and the low neckline.

you’re nervous when saturday evening rolls around because it’s going to be the first time you’ve actually met up with nanami???? what if he’s actually a creep??

you’re not given much time to think further when your doorbell rings. opening the door, you are taken aback by how fucking hot he is. pictures really do not do this man justice. he’s dressed in tan slacks and a white button up shirt with the top buttons undone. it takes you a moment to snap out of it and he leads you to his car, which is really fucking nice, holy shit.

in the car, he tells you that the dress you’re wearing suits you and that he’s taking you to a restaurant downtown. despite your nerves, the conversation flows rather easily between the two of you. it seems that nanami is more interested in what you have to say with the way he continues to ask you questions.

nanami is really the perfect gentleman all throughout the night. he opens the car door for you, pulls out your chair, and actually listens to what you have to say.

at the end of the night, he leaves you on your doorstep with a kiss on the cheek.

although nanami doesn’t expect anything sexual from you doesn’t mean you don’t feel inclined to treat him. he always sounds so worn out and tired during your calls so you decide to send him a lil gift :)

said gift has nanami’s eyes widening when he unlocks his phone to see the rather explicit picture you sent him that leaves little to the imagination with an accompanying text that read “hope you like the set im wearing, thought of you when i bought it.”

although unexpected, the image is definitely not unappreciated. the sage green lingerie set clings to your skin and hugs your body in all the right places, highlighting your best attributes. nanami’s eyes trail over the bralette, noticing how sheer it is, to the point where he can make out the outline of your nipples underneath.

you’re a fucking tease, full-well knowing that he was at work when you sent that image. nanami had to lie when gojo asked what was so interesting on his phone.

your phone dings and you’re eager to see what nanami’s response is since your “relationship” wasn’t exactly sexual. it’s your turn for your eyes to widen when you read nanami’s response: “i’m coming over after i finish work. i expect that to be the only thing you’re wearing when you greet me at the door.”

the text’s tone has shivers crawling up your spine. you can’t wait to see what nanami has in store.

the hours seem to drag on and by the time your doorbell rings signaling nanami’s arrival, you’re racing to unlock the door - eager but nervous for what’s to come.

you lock the door behind nanami. he doesn’t say anything at first and the uncomfortable silence has you fidgeting.

“at least you can follow directions,” nanami sighs, his tone disinterested. your head snaps up and you shrink under nanami’s gaze. his eyes trace over your figure as if he’s inspecting you.

“where’s your bedroom?” you shuffle down the hall and lead him to your room. nanami sits on the edge of your bed, loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves. god, he really is fucking hot.

he pats his knee and it takes you a moment to realize what he’s asking of you. you walk over and drape yourself over his knee, arching your back so your ass is up for him. he places his hand on one of your cheeks, massaging the skin there. his palm is rough as he kneads the flesh of your ass.

“you know what the stop light system is?”

you nod and yelp when nanami lands a harsh smack to your left butt cheek. “use your words when i ask you a question.” his hand soothes the ache of the blow. “now, do you know what the stop light system is?”

“yes.”

“good.” he lowly hums. “i did not appreciate that little stunt you pulled while i was at work.”

your breath hitches when his hand trails up your spine, wrapping around the column of your neck and pulling you up until his mouth brushes against your ear. “now, you’re going to be good and count the number of spankings i give you. since this is your first time, i’ll only give you five on each cheek.”

“i understand.” nanami releases your neck, letting you hang over his knee once more. nanami’s blows are hard and quick, and by the time it’s over, you have tears beading at the corner of your eyes.

“color?” nanami asks, massaging the reddened skin with one of his hands.

“green,” you manage to croak out. nanami shifts you until you’re sitting up in his lap, your legs on either side of his waist, straddling him. with his thumb, he wipes away your tears. “you did so good for me.”

he runs his hands up and down your thighs until they settle on top of your hips. his nose nudges against your jaw, lips skimming against your neck as he breathes out, “perhaps you deserve a reward.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jjk x reader #jjk imagine #nanami x reader #nanami imagine #nanami kento x reader #celeste.barks #barking.nanami #celeste.scribs

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lovings4turn · 3 months

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(RE)INTRODUCING . . . SUGAR ‘N SPICE SATURDAYS !

🪩 . . . i used to love sugar 'n spice saturdays on my old blog , so i thought why not bring it back ?? sugar 'n spice saturdays are the perfect time to send any thoughts , from the fluffiest hcs to your spicier desires , and allow me to get some less coherent , more ramble content out more regularly ! hope you guys enjoy this as much as i do n i hope to hear from you <3

#˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ becca speaks

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elaineplayz · 3 years

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Birthday Dude

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Thanks for @httptamaki for letting me join your Birthday Collab!

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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Female Reader

Warning: Strong language, Spanking, Daddy kink, Breeding kink, Orgasm denial, Groping, Biting + Sucking, Begging, Degradation, Fingering, Blowjob

Genre: Slight Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Word Count: 1460 Words

Dom Bakugou

MINORS DNI

`The Bakusquad and Dekusquad is in a meeting, but Bakugou Katsuki didn’t want to join because he’s busy`

“How could I even forgot that Saturday is Bakugou’s birthday?!” Kaminari gritted his teeth

“Man, that’s literally 6 DAYS gap, we surely could celebrate that!” Kirishima calmed Kaminari.

“Guys, Katsuki didn’t like when his birthday is celebrated—” You shook your head.

“Aw c’mon Y/N! You know how such a tsundere he is, even if he looks like he dislike it, deep inside, he love it.” Mina disagree.

“But it’s true, Kacchan hate when we celebrate his birthday” Izuku confirmed.

“Just because in you three’s childhood he hates birthday, doesn’t mean that he hates it until now” Uraraka also disagree with you two.

“Where is Bakugou by the way?” Sero asked.

“He decline Yaoyorozu’s invite, even when I tried to make him think again his decision, he’s sure about that” You answered.

“He’s really a difficult husband, isn’t he?” Yaoyorozu leaned back.

“And again, why is people looking at us like we’re something interesting?” Jirou sighed

“We’re pro heroes, remember?” Iida reminded.

“Sometimes I forgot. Kero” Tsu nodded.

“Cake? Will we buy that or make it by our own hands?” Mina hummed.

“Maybe I should be the one who make the cake, so he’ll appreciate that cake” You offered.

“Yeah, decoration?” Iida glanced at Izuku.

“I think he’ll love red with tiny explosions in it” He thinks.

“Aaah, he’s really in love with his quirk, right?” Mina stretched her back.

“And maybe we should make cold soba cake” Todoroki suggested.

“No way, he’ll immediately knew that it’s for you” Izuku disagree.

“Todoroki, how could you” You shook your head.

“What?” Todoroki look around confused.

It was silent, the next second, everyone bursting into laughter.

“H-HIS FACE IS REALLY MAKING MY DAYY HAHAHAHA”

“Guys, what’s wrong with my face?”

“Katsuki?”

“I’m busy, maybe I’ll sleep in my own agency. I’ll be back at Saturday” He shook his head.

“I see” You nodded.

“Goodbye kiss?”

“Aw Katsuki” You chuckled, then give him a goodbye kiss.

He walked out from the house.

“Because of his popularity, he can be the number one hero this year, of course he’ll be so happy, and busy of course. He have to make sure he enjoy his rising moment before Izuku take that over. Luckily, I didn’t really care about ranks, so number four hero is fine for me” You thinks.

You texted to the group chat about it.

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Bakugou’s Birthday Plan

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You: Guys, Katsuki isn’t home until Saturday!

Pinky: Fr?

Red-Riot: Good news!

Chargebolt: Soo?

Ear_Jack: We’ll do his party at their home

Dekumight: But that’ll be such a mess

Dekumight: And Kacchan hate mess

Shoto: So, how about the cold soba cake?

MomoYao: No

You: Ok and bye

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“Are you sure you’re going to give him this?” You tilted your head.

“Yeah! Even though I love All Might is already retired, somehow the shops still selling his figurines! So, I bought two, one for me and one for Kacchan!” Izuku said excited.

“Pft, you love him that much, huh? He’s such a lucky person to became your friend, you know” You chuckled.

“What’s your gift?”

You show him a plushie.

“P-Pomeranian plushie? Won’t he be mad?”

“Nah, he’ll love this tiny explosion scarf” You shook your head.

You mix all the dry ingredients (flour, sugar, baking soda, cinnamon powder and all spices) together in bowl using a wooden spoon.

Then, you add the soft butter, evaporated milk, condensed milk and vanilla in the dry mixture and using a hand beater/mixture mix all the ingredients together for 3 minutes or until the batter is nice and thick.

In a different bowl, you pour the strawberry pie filling and 1 or 1½ cup of the cake mixture. And using a spatula mix the both items without squashing the strawberries.

You preheat the oven in 325°F (163°C). In a 9x13 inch glass pan, brush the bottom and the sides with the butter and sprinkle some flour.

Next, you pour the strawberry mixture to the glass pan and spread the mixture evenly using a spatula.

You also pour the cake mixture on top of the strawberry mixture and spread it evenly using a spatula.

Bake the cake for about 45-50 minutes in the oven, once baked, you removed the tray from the oven and let the cake to cool down for about 10-15 minutes before you turn the cake on a different tray/ board.

Finally done!

“Nice cake” Uraraka commented.

“I can’t wait to taste that!” Mina joined.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” All of the Bakusquad (Except Bakugou) and Dekusquad squealed.

Katsuki, standing on the hallway with a very confused expression.

He looks at you.

“Haven’t I told you that I don’t need this kind of celebration?” He asked.

Your blood suddenly like become cold.

“I—”

“Haven’t I told you that I hate when someone celebrating not because of my achievement, but because they’re happy that I’m alive?” He continued.

“Bakubro—”

He stared at you with a stern expression.

You looks very sad and hurt.

Katsuki’s eyes soften, and then devil in his head said to take advantage of this.

“Fine, I’ll celebrate this, c’mere” Katsuki opened his arm waiting you to hug him.

“Thank you, Suki!” You hugged him.

“But, you have to pay me back” Katsuki whispered and grope your ass.

“Okay! Let’s celebrate!” Mina pretended that she didn’t even saw that”

Finally, they all already left from the house.

“Y/N”

You gulped.

“Let’s go” Katsuki put you on his shoulder and then walked to the bedroom.

“Katsu—”

He throws you to the bed, and pinned you.

“Now, I’m going to break you” He growled.

He started to suck and bite your neck, while he started to strip himself and rip your clothes.

“Don’t bite too ha— AH!" He bite down, hard.

“I know you like it, don’t lie to me, I’ve already knew that you’re a fucking masochist” He sneered

“I’m not!”

“Oh yeah? Okay, let’s prove it then” He flips you, now you’re bending over his lap.

He take a full fist of your ass, and then spank you.

You only moans.

“I’ll let this slide, but the next I spank you, say thank you”

Spank

“Thank you”

Spank

“Thank… you”

Spank

“What’s my name?!”

“Katsuki!”

Spank

“WRONG!”

“D-daddy!”

He rubbed your ass with his hand.

“Good girl… Now…”

He make tiny circles near your pussy.

You let out a moan.

“I think this is ready for my tongue…”

He sucked your pussy, and shoves his tongue inside your pussy.

“Look at this… You’re really wet from my spanking earlier, huh?”

Without any warning, he shoves third digit in.

“AAAAAAAH~” You moaned loud.

“You like this? Huh?” He slapped your pussy.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna chumm—!"

Your pussy lose touch.

“Aw, do you really think I’ll let you after you forgot to said thanks?” He teased.

“Please, please Suki! I’ll be good! I promise, I won’t do that again!” You begged.

“Suck this cock” He stroked his cock and put it in front of you.

You look at the precum and lick your lips.

You gave it a kiss, and then started sucking.

Katsuki groaned, and praises you

You keep sucking until he cum inside your mouth

“Swallow.”

You swallowed, and show him your tongue, prove that you already swallow it.

“Since you sucked so damn good, I’ll gave you the reward” He shifted to your entrance, and shoves all of his length without any warning.

You squealed so loud, surely your neighbours heard that, poor unholy ears…

Katsuki let you adjust his length for about a minute and then started to thrust fast and deep.

You keep moaning, he also groaned and put his head on your shoulder.

“Who is making you feel this good, HAH?!” He asked.

You tried to answer but to cockdrunk.

“Look at you, taking my cock like a little slut you are to me” He smirked.

“D-daddy!”

“Yes babygirl?”

“P-please! It’s—”

“You wanna cum?” He asked.

“Yes! Yes! Please!”

“Then cum, and I’ll also fill you”

You two cum together and then your body feels sore.

“Babe, am I too rough to you?” Katsuki asked, pulling you into his embrace.

“No, it’s feels good…”

“Drink this” Katsuki take a glass of water on the table next to your bed.

You drink it, and then started to cuddle with him.

“I love you, Teddy Bear”

“I love you too, Suki”

#bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou x reader smut #bnha smut #mha smut #bakugou smut #bakugou birthday #dom bakugou #dom! bakugou x sub! reader #dom! bakugou x fem! reader #dom! bakugou x sub! fem! reader

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plaidbooks · 3 years

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Autumn Leaves

A/N: Autumn prompts are an excuse for me to write stupidly cute fluff, so that’s what I did. This is a Sonny Carisi x reader fic that covers the Autumn square in @adarafaelbarba moodboard bingo!

P.S. second-cousins are children of cousins

Tags: none, just fluff

Words: 1872

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @permanentlydizzy @ben-c-group-therapy @infiniteoddball @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @lv7867 @storiesofsvu @cycat4077 @alwaysachorusgirl @glimmerglittergirl @joanofarkansass @caracalwithchips @berniesilvas @reading--mermaid @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba @detective-giggles @crowleysqueenofhell @dreamlover31

“My family is insane, especially the kids,” Sonny explained while he drove you to Staten Island. “They don’t know how to sit and eat food without screaming.”

You chuckled, "it's fine, Carisi, I promise; I'm kind of used to this type of stuff already."

“What? You are? You don’t even know what’s awaitin’ ya, yet,” he replied, scoffing.

While in the precinct, you overheard Sonny on the phone with his ma. He seemed upset and perpetually tired when he hung up. When you asked him what was wrong, he told you that his ma was basically guilt-tripping him into visiting on Saturday, to help with the Autumn Feast his family partook in. And when you asked why that was so bad, he complained that no matter what they cooked, the kids of the Carisi Clan would hardly sit still long enough to eat, and would scream and cry if it wasn’t something they wanted.

“It just…it’s a handful…and not my ideal day off, even if I do get to see my family,” Sonny finished

You had nodded in sympathy before offering to go with him; you had a pretty big family with a lot of kids, too. Plus, you could never turn down Sonny’s amazing cooking, and now, you were getting a chance to taste his mom’s.

He had picked you up that morning, and now, you were on your way to Staten Island, Sonny warning you the whole way. You laughed and shrugged it off, but he kept giving you a look like you’ll see what I mean.

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He pulled up to his childhood home, and your eyes sparkled at the state of the townhouse. Not only was the building itself quaint and adorable, but there were decorations everywhere. And not just Halloween, but general autumn décor, as well. There were wreaths made with leaves of reds and oranges and yellows, there were scarecrows against the walls, there were fake pumpkins on every step leading to the house. And looming over the house from out back were two enormous trees, their branches almost completely bare, the leaves scattered on the roof, the front yard, and the back.

Sonny led you up the stairs to the front door, opening it for you. The first thing to assault your senses was the cacophony of noise. Children screaming in delight as they ran through the house, chatter and laughter from the various rooms as people talked. There was a tv on somewhere, with what sounded like a sports or news reporter blathering on and on.

The second thing you noticed was the wonderful smells. Your mouth was almost instantly watering as you caught the smell of garlic, potatoes, some sort of roast cooking with assorted spices, as well as cinnamon, sugar, and apples. It was so much at once; it was hard to differentiate.

But the third thing you felt was a type of warmth that comes only from a loving home. It bloomed in your chest, and you found yourself smiling as you stepped over the threshold, Sonny following and closing the door. It reminded you of the holidays at your own family’s place, and a calm washed over you.

In all of the chaos, Mama Carisi must’ve heard the door open and close, because she stuck her head out of the kitchen. Once her eyes latched onto Sonny’s, her smile grew to blinding proportions.

“Sonny, my little bambino! Come see your ma,” she cooed, arms open as she came out of the kitchen fully.

Sonny scooted passed you and hurried to his mother, wrapping her in a tight hug and kissing her cheek. You smiled at the reunion, and Mama Carisi opened her eyes to find you.

“And who is this?” she asked, releasing her son and coming over to you.

Sonny followed, looking more relaxed than you had ever seen him; getting a hug from your ma did that to a person. “Ah, this is my partner in the department,” he explained, introducing you.

You went to shake her hand, but Mama Carisi wrapped you up in a huge hug, kissing your cheek and whispering, “it’s nice to meet you. Welcome to my home,” into your ear.

“Thank you for having me,” you replied, easily melting into her embrace—okay, maybe it wasn’t just hugging your own mom that relaxed a person; maybe it was hugging Mama Carisi.

She pulled back to give you a look, a warm smile on her face. “Anyone who’s a friend of Sonny’s is welcome here.”

The next hour was a flurry of meeting family member after family member. Even with your detective skills, you quickly forgot most names, and your cheeks started to hurt from smiling. You and Sonny had started in the kitchen before he shuttled you through the house and out to the backyard.

“And these are all my cousins and second cousins; I’m not gonna bother introducing ya, since they won’t pay attention,” Sonny said, chuckling.

You didn’t blame him; there was a gaggle of children running and playing in the backyard. The oldest looked maybe ten, the youngest around four or five.

“Are these the ones that give you such problems?” you asked as a joke. It’s true that they were loud and crazy—as most kids are.

Sonny smirked, nodding. “Sure are. Watch; I bet ya twenty dollars that at least half of them will complain about dinner.”

“You got yourself a deal,” you replied, shaking his hand. Then, you scanned the expansive backyard. Leaves were covering the ground so completely that you could hardly see the lawn; kids were slipping on them all over the place. In the back, left corner stood an apple tree, bare of fruit—you assumed they’d already been harvested. And opposite the tree sat a little toolshed.

Grinning, you made your way through the throng of people and screaming children until you reached the shed. You opened the door and leaning just inside were two rakes: one huge one, and one medium sized. You grabbed the bigger of the two, then went to a small section of the backyard that somehow had no kids.

You glanced over and saw Sonny giving you a weird look, wondering what you were doing. Then, you started raking the leaves. You didn’t expect to get very far—the first pile rarely did. But there were so many leaves that you quickly had a pile up to your hip. As soon as one kid noticed, though, it was on.

The pile was quickly demolished as child after child flung themselves into it, screaming with laughter. But you had already moved on, starting another pile where they had just vacated. This one got a little bigger than the last, since they were distracted with the first pile. But once it was seen, it, too, became a new playground.

As you started on the third pile, another rake joined you. You glanced over and Sonny was there, smiling wide as he helped you rake. This pile got to be huge before little bodies flung themselves into it.

You quickly lost track of time, had no idea how many piles you had built only to be destroyed. But that was the point of the piles in the first place. Soon enough, the children started to become too tired, their little legs worn out. Your own arms were burning, but it was a good burn, and you continued until the piles started to outnumber the children.

By the time dinner was announced, there was not a single child running and playing anymore. They were scattered along the ground, panting, and smiling at each other with a job well done. Their parents all either ushered them to one of the various tables, or simply handed them a plate. Sonny, as well as the rest of his family, watched in stunned fascination as the children ate, too tired to complain or throw a fit about what they were given.

“How the hell did you do that?” Sonny asked in a hushed voice.

You chuckled. “I told you I had experience with this; you’re not the only one with a big family. And besides, no child has ever turned down the opportunity of crunching leaves.”

He gave you a look full of awe before he broke into a wide grin. Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and grabbed a $20. You huffed out a laugh as he handed it to you, and you tucked it away.

Mama Carisi walked up then, looking at everyone enjoying her hard work in the kitchen. “You’re a miracle worker, dear,” she said to you before looking at Sonny, “please tell me you’re keeping her?”

Sonny’s ears turned a bright pink. “Ma!”

“What? She’s helpful, knows how to play with children, and is a beautiful, young woman—”

“Ma! Stop talking, please!” Sonny whined. You felt a heat in your cheeks as Sonny avoided looking directly at you. It wasn’t like you never thought about dating Sonny; on the contrary, you found him incredibly attractive. But you were partners; there was a line there that you didn’t know if you could cross.

Mama Carisi scoffed before walking off, leaving you and Sonny to stand awkwardly next to each other. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before he turned and went into the now mostly empty house. You gave a sweeping look at the party guests before following him in.

You found him standing in his old living room, idly looking at childhood pictures on the wall. You watched him for a moment before you moved closer, within arm’s reach.

“I’m…sorry about ma,” he muttered, eyes still focused on the pictures. “She keeps trying to hook me up with any woman around my age and just…I’m sorry.”

You gave him a soft smile that he didn’t see. “It’s okay, Sonny, really. I don’t think anything less of you or anything. We’re partners, and damn good ones, if I do say so myself.”

“Yeah, but…what if I don’t want to be just partners?” he asked, voice soft.

You froze; what did he say? Sonny slowly turned to look at you, saw the shock on your face. Then he was shaking his head, quickly saying, “look, forget I said anything—”

You cut him off with a gentle kiss, your lips soft against his. He let out a little gasp of surprise before he was kissing you back. One hand came up to your face, cupping your cheek, while the other went to your hip. You slowly wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You felt that line that defined you as partners only start to fade away as your mouths moved against each other.

Gently, you pulled away from him, just enough to look deeply into those blue eyes you loved so much. “Maybe I don’t want to be just partners, either,” you said softly.

Sonny grinned, his thumb rubbing your cheek tenderly. “Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow, then?”

“Sounds like a date,” you replied, smiling up at him. His grin broadened before he dipped his head, kissing away any fears or doubts you had about this.

#sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing #adarafaelbarbaseptemberbingo

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The Lure Of Nightfall [2]

Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Reader

Summary: After accidentally flying in on your best friend jerkin his meat to the thought of you, things get out of hand, and you’re thrown into a weekly routine.

WARNINGS!: Voyeurism, Masturbation

Category: Smut, Smut, Pure Smut.

Word Count: 8.7k+

A/N: You all wanted this! >.< I hope I delivered~

Just To Clarify:

This is a continuation!

panties are a bitch.

Part One

Tag List: @zylith-imagines-and-fics @birds-have-teeth @my-bnha-things.

The morning after carried on just as any Sunday would have.

Izuku woke up refreshed and ready to start his daily work out.

The strange bird encounter completely slipped his mind as he ran laps, pushing his legs to run faster and faster with each completed circle.

He was always one to push his limits, always one to ignore the burning in his calves and thighs as his legs became a blur of motion beneath him.

All he could think about was how many laps he had run, and how many more he had to go.

You could only ever push yourself so far. He learned that lesson the hard way not too long ago when he didnt stop running until his legs gave out and a student had to come and get him.

His legs were practically dead weight for the following few hours.

Sighing at the memory, he went on, arm coming up to wipe the sweat from his brow.

It was 9:00AM when he finally finished his workout routine, a little later than he was used to. But who could blame him? He did go to bed later than his schedule recommended, after all.

But..

That wasn’t..

His fault..

He frantically shook his head, scarred palms slapping his redding cheeks as what got him so riled up in the first place flickered through his mind.

He did not need to have such thoughts at this moment.

Heading back to his dorm, he grabbed his shampoo and body wash, as well as a fresh change of clothes before skipping down the steps. He felt gross and sticky with sweat, and he couldn’t wait to feel the rush of water against his skin.

Oh!No one’s here!

He thought happily as he practically skipped into the bathroom, putting his clothes in the locker beside the shower stall he chose.

He hopped into the shower, not bothering to turn the heat on as cold showers always seemed to snap him out of any dirty thoughts. Plus, not only did they help make someone more alert after an intense workout, the cool water always left a heated body feeling much better.

Once done, he quickly dried off and changed, making his way to the sinks to brush and fully dry his thick, damp hair.

Such fluffy hair regrettably required a stay-in conditioner, or else it would look simply dreadful - frizzy hair galore. No one, especially him, wants that. Though it took away that masculine scent of body wash guys apparently are supposed to thrive in, it did make him smell pretty sweet. It all fit together perfectly in a way. Sugar n’ spice made everything nice, right?

As he was spraying the stay-in conditioner, running a wooden comb through the damp, curly green locks, he let his mind wander.

He forgot something, didn’t he?

It felt like he did.

He chewed his pouty bottom lip, eyes narrowing as he let his arms run on autopilot so his thoughts could drift.

He wasn’t usually so forgetful, so what on Earth was he forgetting?

Something the other day, surely.

He didn’t have anything planned today.

Just relax and enjoy life for a second. They didn’t get breaks often, and last Sunday he was at the mall all day with you and his friend group.

You..

What about you?

He felt like you were the key to his confusion and forgetfulness, but why?

He hadn’t had an interaction with you yesterday that would require his immediate attention, so-

Wait.

His movements stopped as he stared wide-eyed at his reflection in the mirror.

Most birds sleep at night, that was common knowledge.

So why the hell was there one on his balcony so late last night.

He dropped his comb, wood clanging loudly onto the floor, the noise echoing around his suddenly deaf ears.

Birds don’t nuzzle fingers.

Birds fly away when a human approaches.

That wasn’t any ordinary bird.

That wasn’t a bird at all, was it?

No.

There was only one person who could turn into a bird..

And that person was..

You.

Oh god.. Oh god, no!

Izuku collapses to his knees, arms wrapping securely around his head as he blushes and whines like a mad man.

You saw him! You had to have seen him!

He was!

He was naked-!

You didn’t… you didn’t see and hear him in the act, right!?

He shakily inhaled, shameful tears blurring his vision.

You heard him moan out your name, didnt you!

You must hate him now! Think he’s disgusting..

What type of person masturbates to their best friend!

But he couldn’t help it!

He’s been in love with you for so long..

He knew his dreams would never come to fruition, that you would never like him as much as he liked you, so he took to his mind to live out a life he’s always wanted.

One his body so desperately craves.

It was so humiliating!

How could he face you..?

Fat tears streamed down his face, heart breaking at the thought of you never speaking to him again. His mind fled to a dark place, completely ignoring the fact that the bird had been so gentle with him and seemingly uncaring.

So, imagine his surprise when you happily greeted him at one of the tables as he walked out of the bathroom for water.

Upon seeing his tear stained face, worry quickly consumed you, face contorting as you jumped up and rushed over to him.

“Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong, ‘Zuku? You were crying?”

You bombarded him with questions, hands coming up to delicately cradle his burning face between them.

His head felt fuzzy as he stared into your (E/C) eyes glimmering with concern.

A whimper built up in the back of his throat, fearful that you’d still leave him.

But why were you acting like last night never happened? That you didnt watch him defile your name?

Well, to be honest, you currently clung onto the hope that he never realized it was you. He wasn’t acting angry or upset like you’d expect him to if he did find out, so it was obvious you were in the clear.

Except, you weren’t. And he did know.

He just didn’t know why, why you were there or why you watched him. Surprisingly, he didn’t feel as creeped out about as he probably should have, it was like there was a small bell of honor ringing in his chest.

All in all, he figured you wanted to hang out, that’s why you were there in the first place.

But he wanted to know why you watched him - why you didn’t leave the moment you no-doubt saw him pleasuring himself.

God, he felt stupid.

He should have paid more attention to the time he chose, you always came to his dorm around that time during the weekend!

He wanted to facepalm, hide his ashamed face beneath his palms.

But for now, he’d soak in the feeling of your soft hands holding his face, thumbs brushing away stray tears.

You were trying to hide it. Hide the fact that you saw him. He’d indulge you, pretend he didn’t know anything

“Y-Yeah! I’m alright..!”

He smiled.

And so the show began.

He never stopped hanging out with you, and the shame soon melted away into desire as the days trudged on.

He didnt know why, but the thought of you watching him do something so intimate.. It thrilled him to his very core, sent tingles down his spine and left him breathless for a moment or two.

It actually gave him quite a few boners in class, much to his embarrassment. Lord, did his mind wander too much. He was just a hormonal teenage boy, after all.

Funnily enough, he could feel that the majority of the time you spent around each other, your stare was directed towards him. It was as if he was your center of attention throughout most classes these days, the apple of your mesmerizing eyes, and it felt amazing.

Like.. like he was the only thing you cared about. Only thing you needed.

He loved that feeling.

He wanted more.

He wanted you to, in a way, need him as much as he needed you.

He wanted it to happen again, wanted to know what it would feel like if he was actually aware of it occurring rather than only finding out about it the next day when his senses came back.

So, he decided he’d try touching himself every Saturday at the same time, since that is when you last showed up, leaving his window and curtains open just so you could, theoretically, get a good view.

He knew how wrong it was, wanting his best friend to watch him do something so sinful at nightfall whilst holding innocent conversations during the daylight.

He was too horny for his own good. Could you blame him?

The first attempt was unsuccessful, and he never did feel your piercing gaze on his trembling body as he worked himself to completion.

It was disappointing, but he had hope, and an unexpected outlet for his sexual frustrations.

Meanwhile, you were going crazy.

It felt like you were holding onto a dirty little secret, one Izuku had absolutely no idea about.

Everyday you had to force yourself to not let the image of him writhing sinfully around on his sheets float to the surface of your overactive mind.

You definitely did not need any soaked panties, especially considering you’d have to walk around all day like that.

It was truly a blessing in disguise.

Was it strange to say that in a way you got off on talking innocently to Izuku now?

Staring into his beautiful green eyes, talking about the math homework you forgot to do, all you could think about was how those eyes were glazed over with lust, pupils blown ridiculously wide as he came all over himself.

Such a messy boy.

Gah!

You aggressively shook your head in class, hands rubbing aggressively at your closed eyes to try and erase the image..

“(Y-Y/N)? Are y-you okay?” Izuku stuttered nervously, hands outstretched, ready to place them on your shoulders if you needed to be steadied.

You were simply talking, but suddenly you had such a violent reaction when he asked what answer you got for question three on the homework!

Had you not done it? Maybe you had had quite the trouble with it and didn’t want to remember the minutes wasted on chewing on your mechanical pencil as tears of frustration streamed down your face? He’d seen it occur before, It was a very weird and.. sad.. sight.

“Ah!” You yelped, ripping your hands from your face as you suddenly remembered where you were - you couldn’t just pull that sort of stunt in class, it’d make people think you were weirder than you already clearly are!

But that was just the start of it all.

You so desperately wanted to see him in that state again, wanted to hear your name slip from his spit-slicked raw lips in a wanton moan.

The fact that he was your best friend slowly started to fade from your mind, replaced by lustful desires. What’s shame? Never heard of that.

Who could hear anything over your moans anyway?

Night fell into a routine of your hands stuffed down your panties, fingers covered in your own slick rubbing roughly at your puffy clit as two of your fingers thrust in and out of yourself.

You constantly wondered just what that pretty boy imagined in that oh-so-obviously dirty mind of his as he pumped his cock.

Was he imagining you riding him, face smothered by your tits, mouth latched onto one of your perky buds, sucking the red flesh into his mouth as you bounced up and down on his long, painfully hard and throbbing cock?

Your breath caught in your throat at the image, fingers speeding up.

Or perhaps was he imagining pounding into your tight little pussy, your legs wrapped around his slim hips, fingers clawing red marks into his back so that he could show them off whilst changing into his gym clothes the next day in the locker room?

You squealed as you suddenly clenched down on your two digits, the coil wound tight in your stomach from all the dirty images whizzing past your head snapping unexpectedly, cumming all over your fingers.

You laid there panting, eyes staring deliriously up at the star-covered ceiling.

You had to see him in the act again, no question about it.

It was unfortunate how you passed out from exhaustion Saturday before the time Izuku would ultimately begin going mad in his bed.

It was hard not to beat yourself up over it, especially since you now had to suffer through another week of not seeing his pretty face drenched in sweat, mouth wide open and tongue flopping out.

Grr!

More suffering for the both of you.

It was still so very funny how despite all of these lewd thoughts the both of you possessed for one another, you still got along just as well as before.

It was as if nothing had happened at all.

Honestly, it was a great relief to the both of you.

Originally, you had thought that since you saw him in that new light, you’d be unable to have a decent conversation with him, and he thought that you’d be too disgusted with him to ever even think about speaking to him.

Of course, that was bullshit.

He knew you purposely stayed there to watch him.

That was part of the reason he wanted it to happen again.

He was clinging onto the hope that you liked him back, and that’s why it seemed as if you ignored the whole thing.

No, wait. He didnt want it to happen again… he needed it to happen again. Not just to satisfy him, but to just see if it wasn’t a mistake. A clarification. Something he could cling to in his mind. Something that told him there was an even bigger chance that you might miraculously like some gross nerd like him back.

He was still insecure, even after all the body changes he has gone through.

The scars didnt help much, either.

He could look at his body and feel proud of how much stronger he was, but those rough scars that would permanently taint his skin always left him feeling a bit shy.

He openly showed them, of course, not afraid considering they were marks of his growth and a reminder that he was able to save someone, but they didnt exactly feel nice.

His skin was once silky smooth all over, but now it wasnt, and it would never be the same again.

You knew him without the scars for the longest, but that also meant you knew the whimpy Deku, and not the Hero Deku he was becoming.

So many thoughts were constantly racing around in his mind, it was hard to keep track of them at times.

He blocked out the thoughts with a heavy heart, going back to his previous activity.

And of course, for you, well, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t visit him in your bird form during the night on weekdays, curious to see if, by chance, he was up - which he often wasn’t, and if he was sinning.

To no avail, of course.

It was hard to place if you were missing it by some misfortune, or if he just wasn’t doing it. So Saturday was your best guess. You saw him do it that day, so you figured from the beginning you’d see him to it again on all Saturdays. That’s what you hoped, anyway.

The next Saturday, though, you were proven correct.

The scene was similar to the one from last time, you, perched on the railing, sliding glass door open, curtains pushed to the side, and Izuku moaning like a slut on his bed covers.

Your feathers ruffled up in excitement, it looked as if he just came from the shower, towel discarded on the floor.

Things were going to be much different this time, unknown to you, of course.

Because this time, Izuku knew you were there.

He knew you were watching him.

And he knew it was on purpose because earlier that evening you stopped by to play video games before ‘retiring’ for the night.

Naughty girl, did you expect him to believe that when he’s been able to see through your lies ever since childhood?

He could feel your piercing gaze, and it thrilled him, making his cock slathered in lube he recently purchased twitch against his toned stomach.

Currently, he was rubbing up and down his twitching thighs, trying to calm himself down since, in his excitement at hearing you drop by, he almost came.

You eagerly watched as he did so, black eyes following his beautiful hand movements.

His thighs were so, so glorious.

Was it a bad thing to want to be trapped between them whilst you sucked his pretty dick?

To have them suffocate you was a dream. You’d give just about anything for them to squeeze your head as he came closer and closer to unraveling.

His legs were always nice, but ever since he began using them to smash incredibly large and sturdy objects, your fixation with them grew.

Hell, who were you kidding? You loved every aspect of that boy.

You wanted to lather his perfect body in searing kisses, whispering praises under every breath you took.

Your toes curled, clinging onto the raining as you leaned forward eagerly, watching as his hands traced down his inner thighs, just to drag across the underside of his dick.

He gasped once his fingers ran over his slit, head shoving itself into his pillow.

He wanted to put on a good show for you, gauge your reaction from the corner of his half-lidded eyes.

Surely you’d be too transfixed by his lower half to notice dark green eyes gazing over at you.

And he was right.

Because you couldn’t tear your attention away from his crotch, his hips lifting off the bed as he slowly thrusted into the tunnel he made with his hand.

It was as if he was teasing himself by going slow, his whines for more being a clear give away, that and the twitch of his hips as he sought a faster pace but held himself back.

“A-ahh~ (Y/N).. S-so good.. To me..”

How could he not imagine his hands as your own?

Yours were so small, too.. Could they even fully wrap around his thick length? He was all too eager to find out, but that’d have to be for a later date. Hopefully.

As time flew by, his impatience grew.

He wanted to put a good show on for you, truly, he did! But he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to cum oh-so badly.

To have that knot that was already building up in his system before you flew in to finally burst.

Sobs tore from his throat as he finally gave in, aching cock slamming into his fist with a wet squelch as his hand squeezed and twisted down on his length.

He didn’t last long, soon releasing his seed all over himself once again with a shrill cry, body arching up beautifully off the bed.

Whilst regaining his breath, he shakily looked over at you, joy sparking in his system to see you leaning forward as if you were enraptured by him.

It felt so good.

This occured more often than either of you would like to admit, but yet, there was no complaints.

Like before, life carried on normally in the light of day, but Saturday night? Showtime.

It was always something new, much to your enjoyment.

One night, which just so happened to be one where a new moon hung high in the inky black sky freckled with stars, you had the pleasure of witnessing him fuck a pillow.

So sweet. A true jackpot.

Since the tranquil, silvery beams of moonlight were absent on this particular evening, an Allmight night light of sorts illuminated the room in a yellow glow. It was brighter than the times before, ultimately giving you a better look at just what he was doing.

That wasn’t all, though.

Before, with the pale light of the moon, he was always submerged in a sinful atmosphere.

But now, you see, he looked so very soft in this light. It showered his perfectly toned, freckled and sweaty body in such a warm glow. It radiated innocence, despite his downright dirty acts of self-care.

His face was pressed to the side of the mattress, drool dripping past his parted lips as he gasped and moaned, cheeks burning red, eyes closed and brows arched upward as he chased that sweet, sweet release he so anticipated. His hips rutted into the soft pillow like a bunny in heat. Scarred hands had a death grip on it, forcing it down on his cock to provide an addicting combination of pressure and pleasure. Though you couldn’t quite see his flushed dick in action, his adorable face and moans made up for it.

Was it too bold of you to say he was imagining the pillow was you?

The way your name rolled off his tongue certainly would lead to that blissful assumption.

Another night you had gotten there early.

It was a particularly breezy night, the wind making his curtains dance and hair sway slightly. It was still hard to believe he liked having his sliding-glass door open. Did he like the fresh air when he was left gasping from his ministrations? Or did he thrive on the possibility that someone could hear him cry out?

How alluring that thought was.

But, how foolish of you to assume you were being sneaky.

To your luck, getting there early meant you got to see him set up the act, anticipate just what he was about to do. Predictions flooded your mind as you watched him with a tilted head as he poured lube onto his shaky fingers.

Whatever he was about to do, he seemed nervous. A first time thing, perhaps? Or was he shaking with desire?

You’d later come to realize you never wanted to be in front of this man more than that night.

Because, to your utmost delight, that was the night you witnessed him finger himself for no-doubt the first time.

He was cautious and tense, you could easily tell from so far away. You couldn’t see what he was doing exactly, but it wasn’t too hard to put pieces of a puzzle together.

In the beginning, he was trying to ease himself into it, one hand languidly stroking his erection, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat, whilst the other seemed to tease at his opening.

He bit his bottom lip the moment he decided it was time to quit shitting around, thighs splaying wide open once again for better access - and to you, a better view. His eyes slipped closed as he tried to focus on what he was doing, momentarily stopping the strokes on his cock so his attention would be on the feeling of a single digit slipping in and out of his virgin hole. He stayed tensed for a while, obviously trying to adjust. It wasnt until a few minutes later that he started to get really into it, slipping in another finger as his hips started to rock to the slow beat set.

His weeping dick was given attention again not long after that, hips wiggling and high-pitched cries of ecstasy tears from his throat at the two hands working in unison.

You couldn’t help but hop from one foot to the other that night as you eagerly drank in the sight.

“A-ahh! O-h oh god! (Y-Y/N)! F-faster- oh! Ple-ase f-fahh! Uhn! Ha-ah- ah- ah!”

Were you fucking him in this fantasy? A strap on, maybe? You wouldnt oppose doing so, he’s so cute begging like this. Begging for a plastic cock to pound into his tight ass with each whine, whimper, and moan.

He finished quite quickly, fingers probably finally finding that sweet spot deep inside of him. His eyes shot open, going cross as he practically screamed into the night.

And most recently, you witnessed him cum so hard he passed out for a few moments.

And you knew exactly why.

Because earlier that day, your boredom once again got the best of you, and you couldnt help but notice Izuku was lost in his thoughts during a break period. So, being the cheeky shit you were, you waltzed on over to him, leaning down to whisper in his ear “Hey.”

It was funny how he had to slap a hand over his mouth, obviously hiding a whine. You knew your voice had an effect on him, especially when it was lowered an octave. Pair that with your hot breath fanning over his overly sensitive ear? The man was pudding.

“(Y-Y/N)! I-I told you to stop doing that..!” He blushed, eyes squeezing shut to avoid your smirking face.

But that wasn’t all, no. You sat in his lap after that. He almost died, face a cherry red as his hands were held up, not sure where to put them.

It was honestly a rare occasion, for Iida was out with Momo for class president and vice president duties. You had to take advantage of that.

“What? I don’t want to stand this whole time!” Came your pouty response, and he most definitely couldn’t refuse those puppy-dog eyes you used on him.

To his horror, you wiggled in your fleshy seat, trying to get ‘comfortable’ whilst pretending you had no idea what you were doing to him. You knew damn well what it was you were doing, you were grinding your ass on his crotch - just for an agonizing moment.

It was hard to get him to form a sentence that wasn’t broken with stutters the whole time you sat atop his lap. He was so cute, all blushy like that. A little strawberry.

The second Iida and Momo came back from their duties, you jumped off his lap, startling him once again. To your ‘misfortune,’ you dropped the pencil which was tucked into your shirt pocket. So, you promptly bent down to get it, giving the perverted Izuku behind you a glorious view of your round ass covered by a pair of lacy white panties.

It was a wonder how he didn’t pass out as you expected him to, honestly.

You never heard him cry out your name as much as you did that very night.

Who knew such a shy and bashful boy could be so.. Lewd?

It was a major turn on, you could only imagine what it would be like to be there with him.

Oh, how glorious that would be.

To stare into his eyes blown wide with lust and glazed over with desire, knowing full well you were the true reason behind it - and not just his hands.

You wanted to..

You wanted to do so many things to and with him.

But you couldn’t.

Because at the end of the day, you were still only best friends.

He may call your name in the dead of night, he may beg for you in his dreams, but that doesn’t make you more than what you were when the sun rises yet again over the grassy hill coated in morning dew.

Just friends.

Friends until actions occur that change the definition of the word.

‘Friends’ brought a bitter taste to your tongue when it came to describing Izuku. You wanted to be more than just…. ‘Friends.’

But that was selfish of you.

You couldnt always get what you wanted, even if both parties want the exact same thing.

You could never live with yourself if you forced yourself onto him when he wasn’t ready to accept it. You knew very well how easily overwhelmed he could get. You worried that if.. your Saturday night activities got around to him, that he’d never want anything to do with you again. You were playing a dangerous game.

It was a hard concept to grasp, really.

But little did you know, he would be perfectly okay with it. More than okay, actually.

In fact, he craved it so, so much. With each Saturday that came, with every show he put on for you, he so desperately wished you’d revert back to your human form and come join him on his messy bed. He wanted to feel your soft skin brush against his overheated body. He wanted that intimacy.

He knew you wanted it too, he’s seen you almost fly right on into his room with particular moments.

He loved being watched by you, gaining validation every week by your intense, infatuated gaze, but he didn’t know how much more he could take. It was driving him absolutely insane. He noticed himself becoming more brash and reckless during training, his frustration taking over his senses and causing absolute mayhem.

In the beginning, speaking to you outside of these downright shameful acts was exhilarating, but now it was simply infuriating. How could you act like nothing was happening? How could you stay so innocent whilst he was out here losing his marbles?

The rubber band holding his sanity together was stretched too thin, he had no doubt that it would snap any day now and his carnal desires will be let loose.

Such a risky thing he had willingly got himself into.

But that band snapped much sooner than he predicted, and there was no going back after that.

It’s been nearly two months since this whole act started.

It’s gotten progressively hotter outside, it was almost as if the sun itself had something personal against anyone and everyone who walked in it’s brilliant light.

The training has gotten harder thanks to the sweltering heat. Primetime to exercise until you feel like throwing up, yeah?

They were supposed to progress on their workouts throughout the year, but damn did this heat wave come at an unconventional time. Poor Tokoyami almost had a heat stroke.

The intensity of the workouts was making everyone antsy. The weekdays were hell on Earth, so the weekends became an even bigger godsend to the poor hero students working to achieve their dreams.

That being said, what better way to distress than too..?

This week was particularly stressful, and after the hell Izuku and his fellow classmates were put through, he craved that certain destresser he’s been hooked on for far too long.

It was unfortunate that he cracked a bit earlier than his scheduled 11 PM rub out, making it only to 10:41 PM before his dirty thoughts overtook his being and made his dick twitch to life in his shorts. He wanted to wait, but he became increasingly uncomfortable, hips shimmying, trying to find a comfortable position to wait around in.

After promptly giving up, he leaned back on his bed, tugging his shorts off and letting his eyes slip shut as he palmed himself through his boxers.

Things always felt better for the green-eyed boy if he took it slow, working himself up to the point of desperation.

And that’s what he did.

He knew you wouldnt be there for a while, he knew his heart wouldnt be pumping like it always did when you showed up, so he fell back onto Plan B, fully emerging himself in a fantasy.

He hadn’t done that since you first showed up. A trip on memory lane.

But now he had a chance.

Though he had to admit, he’d much prefer it if you were there..

In his mind, he wasn’t in some silly dorm.

He was a pro-hero living in a large apartment with pristine windows that reflected the night lights of the mesmerizing city below like lanterns in the sky. The interior lights were off, the room cast in a soft orange glow by a gentle flame flickering in the sandstone fireplace situated in front of the satin burgundy couch he sat upon. Soft moans filled the atmosphere, paired with the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the complex.

You were in his lap, arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you hung on for dear life. Your nails gave him an addicting sting as they dug into freckled skin, his name escaping your parted lips like a prayer, moans much louder than his own accompanying the pleas. He was in heaven, surely, for how else could there be such a beautiful angel in his lap?

You were glowing, cheeks blazing a deep maroon color, the light of the fire behind you encasing you in a soft, golden gleam.

A heavy breath blew out Izuku’s nose, closed eyes scrunching as he finally decided to rip his boxers off. His rough hand immediately wrapped itself around his cock, hissing in pleasure and thanking the heavens just this once for being such a heavy pre producer - he was far too enraptured by this fantasy to even think about trying to get his trusty bottle of lube.

Avoiding the flushed head, his hand squeezed and twisted it’s way up and down his slicked up shaft, hiding the wet noises with his pathetic whines.

He dived back into his mind.

You were kissing him fervently, tongues dancing in hot caverns as your noises of pure pleasure molded together. Though you were on top, you were far from having control. Izuku’s hands squeezed your hips in a death grip, bouncing you on his throbbing member, green sparks illuminating his body as to ensure a delicious yet inhuman pace.

He could feel you. He swore he could, even from on this bed, he could feel you. You were so warm, and so, so very tight.

He couldn’t handle it.

No.

He needed more.

He whined desperately on his bed, back arching as he chased his fantasy but soon lost it as the familiar fluttering of small wings blocked out all other sounds.

He gasped, trying to catch the breath that seemed to constantly slip past him. He was too worked up.

He was too needy. He was aching, body shaking with anticipation and eagerness.

He craved you like a man craved water after stumbling through a burning hot desert all day.

You were so close to him, he could reach out and swear he could feel your feathers beneath his fingertips.

He was past the point of no return, his fantasy just couldn’t do it for him.

He needed you, god he needed you so so bad it hurt.

Sobs tore from his throat, hands stuttering as his eyes finally flew open,

“(Y-Y/N)! Please!” He cried out with a strangled moan, vision wavering from the pain of not having you with him despite being right there.

Swallowing all of his pride, he looked towards your perched form, tears slipping from his sparkling viridescent eyes glazed over with lust.

His chest was heaving, thighs quivering and body trembling as he called out to you with a salacious plea, “I can’t..! I can’t do this anymore, please! Please, I-I need you!”

He was begging, begging for you whilst simultaneously thrusting into his hand.

Such an erotic display.

At the moment, you couldn’t even care about the fact he clearly knew it was you there. In fact, it didn’t even come to mind as a jolt of electricity coursed through your body, returning you to your human form as you eagerly jumped off the railing to him, all too willing to join his lascivious activities.

He moaned with delight the second your knee hit his bed, dipping his body towards you. His filthy hand shot off his dick, joining the other with gripping at your baggy sleepwear, pulling you towards his burning body.

You fell onto him, not given a chance to collect your thoughts before a hand buried itself in your messy hair, yanking your hair so that he could easily smash his lips against your own.

The kiss was nothing like how you pictured your first with him to be. Instead of sweet and gentle, it was downright dirty and sloppy, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. You were both clearly inexperienced, but that didn’t matter. You just wanted to feel him, same as he wanted to feel you.

Your hands, shaking with the sudden extreme boost of adrenaline, cupped his chubby cheeks as your lips met again, and again, and again, drool mingling with his own as you tried to get the hang of this.

Eventually, your lips stayed connected, tongues fighting for dominance.

You couldn’t even tell, due to the heat of the moment overtaking your senses, but the entire time you made out, Izuku’s curious hands dragged ever-so-slowly down the sides of your body, feeling those curves that drove him absolutely insane. Just as it seemed as if you’d win the short battle, his large hands came over your plump ass, squeezing the soft flesh and causing you to gasp. With your mind distracted, he quickly smooshed his lips against your own once again, tongue defeating your own and giving him complete access to your mouth.

He explored it, the tip of the wet muscle seemingly grazing over and massaging in just all the right places, drawing a little moan from you that shot straight down to his neglected cock. It twitched against his stomach, and suddenly he wasn’t interested in just making out anymore. He needed more, and he’d fucking get it.

He’s waited so long for this moment, dreamt of it so often it became normal for him to wake up covered in sweat and with a raging erection straining against his shorts.

His grip on your ass moved to your hips, dragging them down onto his member and grinding you down against him.

You both moaned, hips involuntarily jerking against one another, starting up a grinding fest.

Moans melted together as you both continued to kiss before a particularly rough thrust sent your head flinging back and a mewl spewing from you.

“A-ah.. Izuku..!” You shivered, eyes closing as you gripped at his hair. He stared up at you, eyes full of love but darkened by immense desire as you shamelessly moaned above him. His hips ground his rock-hard erection against your soaked panties, brushing roughly against your clothed clit. Your body seemed to jolt with every brush against it, your senses completely overloaded as you were driven mad with lust.

You shrieked with surprise as you were suddenly flipped over, body slamming onto the mattress as Izuku crawled over on top of you.

He continues to grind himself against you, hands moving your legs up so they could wrap around his hips. Whilst kissing at the side of your neck, his nose brushed along the skin, searching for that special spot.

Amidst your onslaught of noises, you made a sound clearly indicating he had found what he had been searching for. His hot tongue licked at the sensitive skin before he bit down on it.

You cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, jumping in his arms as an intense shiver rolled down your back, hands coming up to clutch at his broad shoulders smothered in freckles and burning with a blush.

You felt so, so tingly, so good, so.. So everything.

Perhaps that’s simply because of how worked up you currently were, every single touch lit your body aflame again and again. Besides, how could you keep quiet when he was rubbing against you in just the right place?

He sucked harshly at the tender flesh before kissing it lovingly as if to apologize for the brutal treatment, licking the pain away and continuing to nibble along the area, leaving a bruise that was sure to remain in the morning.

In fact, he decided, he was going to leave many. Just..not today.

He couldn’t deny, though, it did feel pretty good that his mark was on your soft skin where all could potentially see.

But for now, you had too many layers on for his current liking.

Izuku drew back, stopping the grind sesh - much to your apparent dismay, tugging at the hem of your shirt, silently asking for permission, and you willingly lifted your arms.

Had you not been so consumed with sheer desire, you would have covered your bare chest. Instead, you nodded your head, giving the man panting as if he had just run a mile permission to kiss his way down to the soft mounds he previously couldn’t help but bashfully stare at.

His lips lavished them both in kisses, praises unknowingly slipping out between his teeth until he finally decided to take one bud into his mouth.

He was sloppy, messy, and all-around inexperienced, but you couldn’t deny the fact that it still felt good.

He spent surely less than a minute giving attention to each perky nipple, but it was made up for by a sweet kiss. You eagerly returned it, body arching as if trying to bring him closer.

It was so strange how he took control so easily, he had been begging only a few minutes ago.

Not that you minded, of course.

After all, who doesnt like being pampered by their long time crush?

“May I?” He whispered breathlessly, trembling fingers hooked around your panties, ready to pull them off.

You nodded immediately, oh-so desperate to have him actually touch you. You needed to feel him. All this grinding did was leave you with a throbbing clit, pussy so wet your juices were close to flowing down your ass, and the want for more.

He smashed his lips back against your own, practically ripping the fabric off of you and flinging it to only god knows where in this dark room.

His lips didn’t leave yours as his hands traveled down your sides again, squeezing your ass just to hear you gasp.

You couldn’t tell if he was teasing you, or hit with a sudden wave of embarrassment as his fingers seemed to stutter on your thighs.

“It’s okay.. It’s okay..” You cooed against his lips, eyes opening to stare into his.

He gulped, swallowing his insecurities as he ran an index finger along your sit.

You bit your lip, eyes slipping closed once more and hips twitching forward at the foreign touch against heated flesh.

Izuku took this as a sign to go further, so he did.

Staring at your face, he pushed the finger past your lower lips, ignoring the intense throbbing of his dick as he felt how wet you were. The digit trailed down, searching for your clenching hole. When he found it, he couldnt help but teasingly trace around it, adoring the scrunch of your flushed face and the whine that followed suit.

“Please, Izuku..” You whimpered, and how could he say no to that?

He slowly pushed his finger in, nearly cumming on the spot from just how tight and warm you were. He openly moaned, watching as he sunk the finger all the way down to his knuckle.

Clouded eyes flickered back up to your face, noting how you didn’t seem to be in pain.

Licking his lips in anticipation, he pulled the finger out, then pushed it back in, over and over and over again as your thighs twitched around him, mouth falling open as you breathed heavily, moaning ever so softly.

His heart pounded in his chest as he added another finger, continuing the motions for before.

Your hips shimmied at the stretch, his fingers much larger than your own slim once, but so much nicer, because it was him, and not you. Your hips involuntarily chased the rhythm he set.

“Ahh.. haa..h.. Oh! Ah! Ahhhghh!” your eyes shot open as his fingers curled inside you, brushing against that spongey spot in your clenching walls. “Oh! T-There Iz-Izuku~!” You moaned out his name, and it was as if his body got put on autopilot, fingers thrusting in and out of your sopping heat, curly against that spot that had you moaning.

A particularly loud squeal left your parted lips, and he snapped. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you so bad it hurt. Watching your body react violently around only his fingers? The cherry on the cake!

He needed his dick in you, to feel those soft walls clenching around him, to hear you cry out his name more as he brought you to the peak of madness.

But he was worried about how long he’d last.

He was so close before, what if he came nearly immediately?

Pulling his fingers out fully, which drew your attention back to him, he lifted them to his mouth, shoving them in and putting on a sinful display of licking them clean for you

He smiled at you with half-lidded eyes as you stared at him with astonishment. Lurching forward, you took him by surprise by gripping his sweaty hair and pulling him down for another passionate kiss, moaning around his tongue as you tasted your essence on him.

Keeping his focus on the kiss, Izuku’s hand blindly felt around his bedside table, opening the drawer and somehow managing to find the single condom he kept in there.

You noticed it from the corner of your eye, the moonlight reflecting on the silver wrapper.

“When did you get that?” You pulled away from the kiss, indulging in your curiosity as you stared at the condom between his fingers.

He chuckled nervously, looking to the side in embarrassment, “I- I got a pack from the corner store.. Not long ago..”

He left out the motivation behind it, not ready to reveal he knew you were watching him the entire time - thus bringing forth his precautious side as he fumbled with measuring himself and getting the right size.

“Now, I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait any longer, princess..” He whispered under a heavy breath, ripping open the packaging, grabbing the latex and rolling it on himself, ignoring your eyes practically burning holes into his heated skin as they watched with eagerness.

Now that it was on, he looked back up to you, hand coming to gently caress your face, thumb smoothing over your blushing cheek as he leaned down to kiss you once more.

Yes, he wanted to pound you into next tomorrow right this instant, be he couldnt ignore the fact that this was your first time together. He wanted it to be.. Sweet.

As sweet as he could make it, anyway.

He jumped in his own skin when he felt your cold fingers wrap around his cock, bringing his oozing head towards your entrance. He was quick to replace them, though, just so he could rub himself between your folds and teasingly against your clit.

“..ready?” He asked nearly impatiently as he guided his tip to your entrance once more.

He slowly pushed in the moment you nodded your head.

Oh god! He thought to himself as he moaned loudly. He was only in by an inch and already it felt like his world was spinning! You were so damn tight!

He nearly collapsed on top of you, bringing his hands up just to hold your own against the bedsheets.

He was being much too slow for your liking. You were so aroused on, so ready for him that, though you appreciated him going slow for you, you couldn’t handle another second with this agonizing pace.. So, without warning, your legs, which were still wrapped around his hips, tightened, and you forcefully drove his hips forward, fully sheathing him inside you.

He screamed in pleasure, head involuntarily being thrown back as his eyes rolled back. You moaned along with him, the feeling of being full outweighing the slight stinging pain that it brought with it.

His fingernails dug into your hips as he tried to control himself, his body vibrating from how much he was shaking. You held him flushed against you, eyes squeezing shut as you fought to relax around him and get used to his length. Which was pretty damn big! Perhaps you bit off more than you could chew..

But it didn’t take long for the pain to slowly subside, and you were back in business. Meanwhile, Izuku was staring cross-eyed up at the ceiling, holding himself back from exploding.

“Izu-”

“I-I Don-t think I c-can last long, (Y/N)...” he whimpered out, chest heaving and heart hammering.

You nodded in understanding, he was quite busy with himself before you showed up anyway.

And now all this? It certainly must be sudden.

Plus, Izuku has always been a sensitive boy, so no doubt his nerves were on fire.

Nonetheless, he was quick to catch on to your ‘okay’ for him to move.

So, he pulled himself out halfway, nearly sobbing as he thrusts back in.

You felt so good.. So good.. sogood- “So good.. Ahh! A-ahh nnghjnn S-so go-goo- gahn! Hahhh!” The sheer velocity of his moans overpowered your own as he soon found himself uncontrollably drilling his cock into your pussy, absorbed by the feeling of you sucking him back in like a black hole just to squeeze the life out of him.

That hot coil that had been winding up in his stomach all this time was soon to burst, he could feel himself getting closer and closer with every slap of skin against skin, edged on by your beautiful moans.

“(Y-Y/N)!! I-I’m gonna! I-!” He could barely form any sentences, all that spilled out of that drooling mouth were moans and mindless babbles and praises.

You were just as close, but you wanted more.. So, you ripped one hand free from his grip, licking a digit before thrusting it down just to furiously rub at your puffy clit aching for attention.

You both moaned simultaneously, him at the sight, and you at the combined stimulation.

He was about to break, about to hit the point of no return when he found your G spot. You cried out in ecstasy, body practically arching of the mattress as he focused deep, powerful thrusts on that area.

And by some miracle, you reached your high before he did.

A wave of electrifying pleasure washed over you as your body tensed beneath him, back arching impossibly high off the mattress as your walls seemed to clamp down on his cock like a vice just as that burning hot coil wound tight in your belly burst. Stars bloomed in your eyes as your vision went black, Izuku’s name tearing from your throat.

Your hot, wet walls clamping down on him threw him into his own long-awaited and intense orgasm. His thighs tensed as he cried out in ecstasy into the night air, hips slamming into your fluttering cunt once more before thick, hot cum shot from his dick, filling up the condom deep inside of you.

You both stayed like that for a moment, basking in the afterglow of something you both waited weeks for.

He inhaled shakily before pulling his softening member out, rolling the condom off in a sleepy haze before tying it off and throwing it into the trash bin.

He flopped down beside you, far too sleepy to even think about getting up.

You were already fast asleep, and he couldn’t wait to join you. Wrapping his scarred arm around your waist, he pulled your warm body to his chest, tangling his legs with yours and falling asleep within moments to your soft breaths and the crickets singing outside his glass door.

There was a lot to talk about tomorrow morning.

You’d both have to explain yourselves, talk about what happened, what was next, and confirm feelings for each other. That this wasn’t just a ‘one night stand’ between friends.

And, of course, you’d be hit with a truck of pain between your legs, rendering you unable to walk properly. At least Izuku is there to take care of you, and that it was a Sunday.

Until you both come to the horrifying realization that Izuku, in the heat of the moment, accidentally flung your panties out the open window, which was then miraculously carried by a stray gust of wind just for Kaminari to find in a bush by the side of the building the following morning when taking the trash out.

Thank god nobody recognized them, but you could only hope you’d get the chance to get that back before he, along with Mineta, no doubt do something with them.

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circus mirrors & stereo hearts

sugawara koushi x reader

this one goes out to my new friend, @twat-101 :) it’s a bit long, but I hope you still like it ! sending lotsa love your way <3

synopsis: (y/n) is struggling with her mental health so her best friend suga-san invites her over to study. general chaos and dumbassery ensues.

warnings: some swearing, mentions of mental health struggles, suga’s tone deaf singing.

word count: 4,226

Koushi always kept his windows open. Always.

In the winter, this transformed his room into a tiny Antarctica, replete with stray snowflakes, but in the summer, it meant cool tradewinds cutting through the typically stifling heat, creating a little pocket of the ideal climate. You often found yourself there in these warmer months, perched on the corner of his bed, contently listening to him blithely gossip about his teammates or playing a giggly game of Connect Four rife with not so subtle cheating.

Today, a sunny August Saturday, was no different. Koushi sat cross legged on the carpet. Sprawled out across his pale blue comforter, which smelled of fresh linen and that familiar Old Spice he’d been wearing since the eighth grade, you listened to him recite a chapter from your history book, something about post World War II foreign policy. Struggling to remain attentive, however, you found yourself spiraling into those cheerless resignations of hopelessness that had been far too frequent for you lately.

“--which resulted in Europe’s economic recovery chiefly in terms of raw materials, food, and fuel. The Soviet Union soon attempted to replicate a similar plan but ultimately-- hey, (Y/N)?”

You blinked hard and sunk back into reality, turning onto your cheek to look Koushi in his big brown eyes full of rather matronly concern. “Hmm?”

“Do you know what we’re learning about right now?” he asked, sounding both amused and disapproving. A strand of grey fell in front of his face and he quickly blew it away, smiling slightly. “Because it seems like you’ve been zoning out for the last ten or so minutes. I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but Mr. Shishido specifically said this chapter was going to be on the test.”

“Uh… something about muzzer Roosia?” you joked with an exaggerated accent.

Koushi rolled his eyes and flicked your forehead. You yelped and glared at him reproachfully. “We were talking about the Marshall Plan. The United States’ recovery aid program for Western Europe after wartime devastation.”

“Right, right, I knew that,” you protested as Koushi tugged on your forearms and you toppled off the bed, nearly landing right on top of him. With a soft laugh, he extracted his limbs from yours and plopped his head into your lap like he used to when you were kids, resting beneath the boughs of that little oak tree in his backyard, listening to a choir of cicadas croon under a late afternoon sun. The ghost of a grin flitted over your face as you looked back on those halcyon days of your childhood. Usually Koushi’s mom would come out onto the porch with a couple of already-melting lemon popsicles in hand, and the two of you would scramble out of each other’s embrace and tear towards her, breathlessly racing for a priceless reward of sweet smiles and sticky hands.

What you wouldn’t give to go back to that time of gleeful oblivion, before your world became characterized by that all too persistent self-consciousness and excruciating anxiety. What you wouldn’t give to once again feel worthy of Koushi’s innocent adoration…

“--(Y/N)!”

For the second time today, you shook yourself awake. Koushi gazed up at you, brows furrowed. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was asking if you needed to take a little study break. Obviously, you do. I swear, your attention span gets shorter every day.” He pointed somewhere behind you. “Mind grabbing my phone? It’s on the bed.”

You leaned over as far as you could without disturbing Koushi’s position, head still nestled in your lap, and swept your hand over the covers before it bumped into his phone, which you promptly snatched and dropped onto his stomach. He gave a soft “oomph” at the impact before pulling up his Spotify and selecting a playlist, the cover of which was a selfie of the two of you at last year’s spring carnival. A blurred sakura tree provided the perfect backdrop for your smiling faces pressed cheek-to-cheek to fit in the frame. Sugar dusted the corners of Koushi’s mouth, the last trace of the powdered donut you’d shared right before.

“What’s that? I don’t think I’ve listened to that one before.” You reached for the phone, but Koushi held it out just out of reach as music began to play, batting your hand away. “I look awful in that picture; you could’ve chosen something a little more flattering.”

“Oh, shush. You looked pretty that day, wearing that blue sundress with the little flowers on the hem… blue really suits you, you know.” Koushi smiled fondly at his screen, and you blushed despite yourself. “It’s a compilation of all our songs. I listened to this a lot last summer when you were in France with your family for a month. Whenever I missed you. You were off climbing the Eiffel Tower or making croissants and I was lounging around here, bored out of my mind and wishing you were home so we could be bored together.”

“You sappy bastard,” you said, though you really felt quite touched. “I didn’t even realize we had a song.”

“Not just a song,” he corrected. “Songs. Plural. Most of the songs we’ve ever listened to together, I reckon. Anything that reminds me of you, I put on here.”

“Why in the world would you do that?” you asked, aghast at his effort.

Koushi laughed at your surprise. “You’re my best friend, (Y/N). And believe or not, you mean a lot to me. I just like remembering the stuff we’ve done together.”

You nodded slowly, letting your fingers rest on his forehead and gently play with his grey locks. His eyes closed as you settled into a brief, comfortable almost-silence, tainted only by the soft, muffled melody trickling from tiny phone speakers. You cocked your head. “What song is this?”

“You don’t remember?” Koushi asked, sounding almost offended. He turned the volume up a few notches and held the phone closer to your ear.

Let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

You got the healing that I want

Just like they say it in the song

Until the dawn, let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

“I don’t know if--” you cut off as it dawned on you. “Wait… no way. This isn’t…?”

“It is.” Koushi laughed as your face flushed a vivid crimson. “Uchimura’s party.”

Though embarrassed, you grinned, remembering that night. “The song that played at her twelfth birthday while we were in the closet during seven minutes in heaven.”

“We were way too young for that dumb game,” Koushi said with a smile, shaking his head. “God, I was so nervous. That was my first kiss, you know.”

“It was mine too,” you admitted. You remembered sitting on the carpeted floor of Uchimura’s rather cramped closet, knees touching, just barely able to see the outline of Koushi’s face illuminated by the smallest sliver of light shining through a crack in the door. He’d leaned forward, taking your hand in his own small clammy one. “It was really just a peck, though. It might not have counted.”

“It counted,” said Koushi firmly. “Whenever I get asked about my first kiss, I say it was ours. I say it was the best one I’ve ever had, too.”

You shook your head with a soft laugh. “Now, I know that’s a lie. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.”

“Neither did I,” agreed Koushi. He caught your eye, crinkling his nose cutely. “That’s what made it so sweet. It was innocent. I tasted your bubblegum chapstick on my lips afterwards.”

“Bubblegum chapstick, huh?” You rolled your eyes and poked him softly in the ribs. “I couldn’t look you straight in the eyes for like three weeks after that.”

“I remember. You kept running away whenever I tried to talk to you.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m not sure we would’ve even stayed friends if Ms. Miyato hadn’t partnered us up for the volcano project at the end of that month.” You recalled those afternoons spent in Koushi’s kitchen, newspapers covering every visible surface and a huge, paper-mache volcano resting on the dining table, splattered with orange and yellow paint and smelling strongly of Elmer’s glue and vinegar. Oftentimes, work sessions would dissolve into paint fights, staining your school uniforms with small, colorful hand prints.

“Nah,” said Koushi confidently. “I wouldn’t have let you go that easily.”

“Maybe you should’ve,” you said under your breath.

Koushi stared at you for a second, sighing. Then he reached up to grasp your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours and softly stroking his thumb across your palm. “You know, it was Uchimura’s eighteenth last weekend. You didn’t come.”

“Yeah. I had to study.” That was a lie. You just hadn’t thought anyone really wanted you there. Uchimura had been a friend of yours for years, but she had plenty of other friends to celebrate with. Probably didn’t even notice you weren’t there…

“She asked me where you were,” Koushi continued. “I said I didn’t know because you didn’t answer my texts that night.”

“Sorry,” you said quietly, avoiding eye contact. “Studying.”

“On a Friday night?” You didn’t answer, and Koushi squeezed your hand. “I had to choose Daichi for my charades partner… do you have any idea how shit he is at charades? He flopped on the ground and started convulsing, so I guessed ‘epilepsy.’ Guess what the word really was.”

“What?”

“Orgasm. The word was orgasm. You’d think he could just execute a simple pelvic thrust and make a face, but no, he had to go ahead and act like my great uncle Kaito when he had that heart attack at his ninety-fifth birthday last year.”

You cracked a small smile, imagining Daichi violently wiggling on the floor like a fish out of water. “Sounds like I missed out, then.”

“You really did,” said Koushi, eyes twinkling. He suddenly got solemn. “I missed you. Would’ve been a million times more fun with you there.”

“I doubt it.” You fiddled with the edge of your shirt, smile fading. “I can be a real killjoy sometimes.”

“Not to me,” said Koushi. “Whenever you walk into the room, suddenly that’s the only room I wanna be in.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you swallowed thickly. “Koushi… why are you telling me this?”

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said simply. He took your hand again, the one that had been playing with his hair, and held it to his chest. You felt his heart beat erratically beneath your palm. “You’ve been avoiding all our friends in general.”

“That’s not true,” you protested, though your heart sank. He had noticed. You wished you didn’t have to drag him into all your problems. “I’ve just been busy.”

“Busy with what, (Y/N)? Homework? Our physics teacher came and talked to me at my locker after school, asking if you’ve been struggling with any personal issues, because apparently you haven’t been turning in your assignments.” Koushi glanced up at you. “It seems like you’ve just been locked away in your room whenever you’re not in class. Not doing work, not going out. Remember a couple weeks ago, when I asked if you wanted to go see that movie with me at the drive-in? You said you had a family dinner in town, but later I passed by on my bike and your bedroom light was on. And today, it took four separate phone calls before you finally picked up and I managed to invite you over… I’ve been worried.”

“Maybe I’m just changing,” you protested weakly. “That’s a thing that happens. People change.”

“I agree, you have been changing. Just not for the better.” Koushi squeezed your hand again, his skin warm on your own. “I haven’t seen you smile, really smile, for ages. You’re always faking these days. What’s going on?”

“I…” you trailed off, trying to think of some excuse. The last thing you wanted was for Koushi to see what was really going on inside your head.

“The truth, (Y/N).”

You relented, shoulders sagging. “Just been tired, I guess.”

“Tired of what?”

“Tired of…” Your eyes grew moist despite your best efforts and you fought to keep from choking on the sob rising up your throat.

“Tired of…?” he pressed on, eyebrow raised.

Your next words tumbled out in a rush. “Just tired of being me, okay? It’s like… it’s just like, whenever I look in the mirror… I don’t like what I see. I don’t like myself, so I don’t want to be me anymore. I’m so tired of it. And I feel like everyone else is, too. Everyone is tired of my shit, so I thought I’d just do you all a favor and disappear.”

Your words stunned Koushi into silence. He remained resting in your lap for a few long seconds before he felt something hot and wet roll down his cheek. A tear. But not his own.

He looked up just in time for another one of your tears to land on his face, right underneath his eye. Quickly, he sat up and tenderly cupped your face in his hands, gently brushing the tears away with his thumbs. “Oh, (Y/N)... c’mere. That’s such bullshit.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you hiccupped as he pulled you into his lap by your waist-- facing him-- and gingerly tucked your head into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this. It’s gross, I know.”

“It’s not gross,” said Koushi, fiercely hugging you to his chest. “It’s much better than watching you try to pretend like you’re fine. I don’t care if your snot gets on my shirt-- that’s a small price to pay. So long as I can be there for you right now.”

You cried harder, immense guilt racking your body at his inexplicable kindness. “I’ve been treating you terribly these past few months, but you’re still so good to me. Goddamnit, Koushi. I don’t deserve you.”

Koushi pulled you back by the shoulders, narrowed eyes searching your face, though tears continued to stream down your cheeks. “(Y/N). You don’t have to earn my love.”

“I-- love?” you asked, eyes wide. You snatched a tissue from Koushi’s bedside table and blew your nose loudly.

“Yeah,” he said firmly, without missing a beat. “I said it. I love you. And don’t ask if I mean in a friend way or a girlfriend way, because the answer is neither. I love you like you’re the person I wanna spend the rest of my life with. I don’t care if that means as, like, your husband or just as your best friend. Whatever I can get, I’m happy with, because I love you like you’re a part of me. Unconditionally. I thought you knew that.”

“Please, don’t say that,” you sobbed, covering your face with your hands. “I’m not good enough for you. I’m really not.”

Koushi pulled your hands away so he could look you in the eye. “What don't you understand about the term ‘unconditional love’? It’s unconditional. There is literally nothing you nor anyone else can say or do to change that. Unconditional love is not a feeling, it’s a choice, and I’ve made that choice. I’ve had nearly two decades to think about it, so now I’m telling you I will love you no matter what. I always have, alright? This isn’t exactly how I wanted to say it, but it’s true.”

You stared at him, disbelieving. You hadn’t known he’d felt this way. Of course, you two had been partners-in-crime your entire lives, and you couldn’t count the number of times he’d materialized at your side as soon as you were in the slightest bit of trouble. Whenever you were a dollar short at the canteen, he’d stuff a five in your hand and push you towards the front of the line. That time you went camping with his family and you forgot your sleeping bag, he’d given you his and spent the night shivering. He always carried an extra pen for you because yours often inexplicably ran out of ink in the middle of a test. He’d been there for every crush, boyfriend, and breakup, cheering you on and drying your tears when the time came. He’d been there when your pet dog died and you planned a funeral in your backyard, complete with a little cardboard headstone, holding an umbrella above your head when it began to rain but you weren’t done mourning. He’d just always been there when you needed him.

You’d tried to be there for him, too, because, as you had begun to realize, his pain was your pain and vice versa. That time when you were six and he’d lost his favorite stuffed animal (a giraffe) it had felt like you’d lost yours too. That day in junior high when he fell out of the oak tree trying to retrieve a stray frisbee and broke his arm, you swore you felt the same pain in yours. Last year when he got dumped outside the gym on Valentine’s Day and you found him sitting in a corner, trying to hide the fact he’d obviously been crying-- you’d stayed late to crack stupid jokes and eat the chocolate he meant to give to his girlfriend, because he deserved a girl who would eat the damn chocolate. Not stomp on his heart and leave it to bleed. I love you like you’re a part of me. You understood.

“It’s okay to not be okay sometimes, but it’s not okay to bundle it all up and bury it deep inside when you have someone right next to you wanting to help you bear that burden.” Koushi’s voice shook just slightly. “It just… it hurts to see you like this, okay? (Y/N), if you love me back, then let me help you. Let me be there for you. Please.”

You were silent for a moment, staring into his pleading eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes.

Then you took a deep breath and started laughing through the tears. You were sure you looked insane, puffy eyes, red nose, and mascara running down your cheeks, but it didn’t matter. “I do. I love you, too. I love you. I didn’t know I loved you before, but now I do, because if you were torn away from me that heartbreak would probably kill me. No, it would definitely kill me. And it would hurt like a motherfucker while it did.”

Koushi let out the breath he’d been holding then, after a brief pause, began to laugh with you as you laced your arms around the back of your neck. “Oh, yeah? Well, losing you would probably hurt like a father-fucker to me.”

“Is that worse than a motherfucker?” you asked, giggling at the ridiculousness of it all. Here you were, bawling on the floor of your best friend’s room while you confessed your love to one another and cussed each other out at the same time.

“For sure. It’s a million times worse than a motherfucker. It’s like, if something hurting like a motherfucker is the equivalent of getting shot by a Nerf gun, something hurting like a fatherfucker probably feels like getting run over by a tank.” Koushi intertwined his fingers with yours yet again and smiled.

“You’re a dumbass,” you said, but you laughed anyways as Koushi looked proud of himself.

“I know,” he said softly, affectionately. “But I’m your dumbass.”

You sighed and shook your head. “I’d love you to be. But you could still do so much better than me--”

“Will you stop saying that, already?” Koushi took your face in his hand, stroking his thumb right beneath your eye. “You’re the most radiant person I’ve ever met. Notice how I didn’t say ‘beautiful’ because the word beautiful doesn’t even begin to cover it. Although you are that, too.”

“Oh, goodness. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again-- you’re so sappy.”

Koushi rolled his eyes with a smile. “Yeah, I am. You like it though.”

“You caught me,” you said as he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You leaned into it, savoring the warmth of his lips on your skin. “I do.”

“But really, (Y/N),” he said seriously. “It astounds me that you don’t realize that.”

“Don’t realize what?”

“That you’re cool! You’re so cool and fun and awesome. And a zillion other adjectives I could sit here and list out for hours. You’re the only person who can make me laugh when I cry, and you make the best hot chocolate I’ve ever tasted, and you’re a literal god at Mario Kart, and you’ve got the prettiest eyes I’ve ever had the privilege to look into.” You flushed as Koushi thought for a moment, chewing on his lip before his eyes widened. “It’s kinda like a circus mirror, I think.”

“What?” You furrowed your brow.

“The way you see yourself is like someone looking into one of those circus mirrors. It makes you look too tall, or really squished, or just bent out of shape in general. And if that was the only mirror you’d ever looked into, you’d probably think that ugly, distorted reflection is how you actually look in real life. You can’t see yourself for how amazing you really are-- but everyone else can.”

“Well, aren’t you just full of relevant analogies today?” you teased. A circus mirror. Now that was something new. You had to give Koushi credit for the comparison-- it actually did kind of make sense.

“What can I say?” he said, puffing out his chest. “I’m a poet.”

“So I guess that would make you my real mirror then?” you offered shyly. Koushi looked confused for a second. “If the way I see myself is supposedly ‘distorted,’ then you can reflect to me how I supposedly really am.”

“Oh, yes!” he said happily. “I’m the mirror. I like that. Quit talking like you don’t believe me, though. You’re incredible. A little thick-skulled sometimes, yes, but incredible nonetheless.”

“It’s going to be hard for me,” you said quietly, gently running a hand through his hair. “Really hard. I haven’t liked myself for a long time.”

“I know. I know. But someday, you’ll be able to understand what a beautiful human being you are. I’m sure of it. I need you to promise you won’t give up until that happens.”

He held out his pinky for a pinky swear, something you two did frequently as children. You smiled and laced your pinky with his. “Alright. I promise.”

“Good.” Koushi stood up, brushed the wrinkles from his pants, and offered you his hand. You took it and he pulled you up. “Listen. Do you remember this song?”

His little playlist had been playing this entire time. You hadn’t noticed. You strained to catch the lyrics. “Turn it up a little, I can’t quite hear.”

...a stereo

It beats for you, so listen close

Hear my thoughts in every note

“Koushi.” A slow smile spread across your face. “Tell me this isn’t Stereo Hearts.”

“Oh, this is Stereo Hearts alright!” he responded gleefully. He took your hand and spun you around like a ballroom dancer, catching you before you tripped over his bedside table. “You remember when we--”

“When we performed it at the junior high talent show and got booed off the stage?” You giggled, remembering that awful night that was somehow hilarious in retrospect. “I still have nightmares about that.”

Koushi continued to swing you around in some sort of clumsy dance, pulling you this way and that while you laughed wildly. “It’s ‘cause you were such a shit singer.”

You gasped in mock offense. “No way! You’re a much worse singer than I am. At least I can carry a tune.”

Koushi just rolled his eyes and grabbed a hairbrush from his shelf, using it like a microphone. He sat you down on the edge of the bed and began to serenade you in his terrible, tone-deaf manner.

Make me your radio

Turn me up when you feel low

This melody was meant for you

Just sing along to my stereo

“God, you really do suck at this,” you said, but he just smiled and kept singing. You had to admit, it was sweet. As silly as the memory associated with the song was, it remained a nostalgic favorite even now. You had to join in a few times, just for memory’s sake.

I only pray you never leave me behind

Because good music can be so hard to find

Koushi sat down next to you and wound one arm around your waist, leaning close.

I take your hand and pull it closer to mine

Thought love was dead, but now you're changing my mind

You turned and leaned in too, nearly touching noses.

“Hey,” he said in an almost whisper. “(Y/N) (L/N), I love you.”

“Hey,” you whispered back, gaze flitting down to his lips and back up again. “I love you, too, you sappy bastard.”

...so sing along to my stereo

“I know.” He closed the remaining inch of distance. Your hand tangled itself in his hair while his tugged your body a little closer.

The kiss was almost as good as the one in Uchimura’s closet all those years ago. Almost.

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